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"Nestled in the natural beauty
of the Canadian Shield." Huh.

- (CELL PHONE CHIMING)
- Oh, thank god.

"Meet you at the BnB.
Can't wait!"

Oh, here. I got it.

It's a real map! How vintage.

You headed to Huntsville too?

- What? Yeah.
- I hear the lakes

are beautiful and there's
lots of... trees.

Maybe a bar. God,
I hope there's a bar.

(TRAIN HORN)

- Thanks.
- I'm staying at the River Run BnB.

- Do you know it?
- No.

Next stop, the Uxbridge
Heritage Station.

Please ensure that you
have all your belongings...

Yeah, me neither.

I've never actually stayed
at a BnB before.

Sounds... nice.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

- Hey, Zoe, what's up? Do you need me?
- [No, no.]

Sorry to interrupt your
sexy-Texy getaway,

but I can't find that
sticky note that you left.

You know, the one with
the address for the neighbour

of the sister of that
unicycle instructor guy

for the insurance fraud scam.

It's like that time
you found a piece of bagel

- in your ear.
- I'm a hand-talker.

Things fly out. Sometimes it's a
sticky note, sometimes it's bagel.

Crisis averted, Ange. We found
the address. As you were.

[Are you sure you don't
need anything else?]

This was probably a bad
weekend to go away, wasn't it?

I can turn around right now.

Just stop, will you?
Turn your brain off.

[For the next two days, you're
not a private investigator,]

[you're just Angie.]

You're profiling people
right now, aren't ya?

Huh? What? No. No, I'm not.

Just for fun. Like a hobby.

[I'm hobby profiling.]

- That's not a thing.
- [Relaxing is hard.]

You returning to the agency not
relaxed will be even harder.

On all of us.

You're right,
you're right. No work.

- Just a calm weekend getaway with Tex.
- [Good.]

See you when you get back.

Now arriving on Platform 1:
Train 15A to Huntsville.

Please mind the gap
between the train...

Hey, thought you were
headed to Huntsville.

I need to use the phone
charger at the station.

What is this, The Matrix?

Oh, guess I'll charge
my phone too.

Train 15A to Huntsville on
Platform 1 will be departing

in ten minutes. Please have
your tickets ready when boarding

or re-boarding. Thank you.

So on election day, vote
for someone you can count on.

- Hey.
- What are you doing?

- Just checking on you.
- Why?

'Cause creepy Mr. Smith out
there has his eye on you.

Do you know him?

No.

OK.

Thanks for your concern, though.

Hey! My wallet!

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

Worst vacation ever.

♪ I see you and you see me ♪

♪ Watch you blowin' the lines
when you're making 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 ♪

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- Zoe, have you found something?

Anything? It's been two hours.

As soon as I got a ping
for her phone, Tex went down

to the train station. He's there
now. She has to be there too.

I'm seeing her phone
loud and clear.

I'm just pulling into the
station now. Hopefully Tex

found something already. In the
meantime, talk to security.

I have them paging her
practically on a loop.

Hospitals?

[The only one nearby
hasn't seen her, thank God.]

I tried the local police,
came up dry.

- Maybe Nora has heard from her.
- [On it.]

Just keep it casual,
we don't wanna worry her.

There's Tex.
I'll call you later.

- Tex.
- Shade.

I've done a preliminary search,
asked around. No one's seen her.

- Any sign of her luggage?
- Assuming it's still with her.

I don't understand
why she would get off here.

- Any sign of her phone?
- I'm calling it now.

(COUNTRY MUSIC RINGTONE)

That's my ringtone.

- Angie's pick.
- Cute.

- That's it. That one.
- Four-digit pin code.

Last four numbers
of her phone number?

Uh, office number.

Her birthday.

Too obvious. How about
her dad's birthday?

His birthday. It's uh...

- I got it.
- (BEEPING)

Passcode.

- What have you got?
- Me, our BnB...

BnB? Have you ever met Angie?

I thought she could
use the slower pace.

- A chill vibe.
- OK, sure.

Zoe, you, Nora, you, sushi,

- late-night wine delivery.
- Nothing out of the ordinary.

- (CELL PHONE RINGING)
- Oh. Mm-mm.

[Hey, Matt, is Angie with you?]

Nora, hey.

[How'd you get to
the agency so fast?]

I was across the street
getting my nails done

[when Zoe called.]

- [Matt, where's Angie?]
- Look, relax.

[We're tracking her credit card,
going to the security office]

[to check for CCTV footage.
Tex and I are all over this.]

- Tex is there? Let me see him.
- No.

You... Hi, Nora!
Mrs.... Ms. Everett.

- Tex, did you guys have a fight?
- No. No, no, no, no.

[She's never done this before,
not even as a little girl.]

We got separated at Myrtle Beach
once. She found me!

Nora, look, just relax, OK?
We're all over this.

- Find our girl, Matt.
- Yeah. Let's go.

- FBI?
- And I'm with CSIS.

OK...

so this Angie person must be,
like, next-level important.

(BOTH): She is.

This is the best angle I have
of the charging station.

There she is. Stop. Right there.

Who's that woman with Angie?
Do you know her?

No. Look.

Angie goes after her.

- More like chases her.
- Go back.

Zoom in on these two women.

Oh... I don't think
that's allowed.

Hey, can you switch the platform
camera, fast-forward a bit?

They don't get back
on the train.

We're gonna need a printout
of your passenger list.

Don't you guys need,

like, a warrant for that

or something?

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

- I'm gonna get thatfor you right now.
- Mm-hmm.

OK.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

(PHONE CONTINUES RINGING)

Yeah, hi. Hi!

Danica, I don't know
if you've heard...

[Yeah, I know. Zoe told me.]

This kid security guard
wants a warrant.

A warrant, Shade? I...
She's only been missing

for three hours, I can't.
[Danica, listen.]

Angie got off at a station
that wasn't hers,

she met some strange woman

[that none of us recognise...]

OK, OK, slow down.
What strange woman?

- [Which station?]
- The one in Uxbridge.

OK, I'll see what I can do.

(PHONE RINGING)

Hey, it's Kate.

- [Hey, babe!]
- Hey. We still on for lunch?

Yes. I know we were
supposed to meet

on Ossington, but
something's come up at work.

You better not be
cancelling on me.

We barely see each
other as it is.

Uh, what if we meet
on a patio closer to me?

I'm listening.

Nope. Never seen her.

Me neither.

She's in trouble, Zoe.

I can feel it.
My baby's in trouble.

- (COMPUTER CHIMING)
- We got a hit.

Angie's credit card
has been used.

Hi there.

Have you, um...
have you seen this woman?

She used her credit card
at this location.

I forgot my glasses today.
I don't think I've seen her.

But she would've given you
her driver's license.

How does that concern you?

Uh, we're uh... groomsmen.

For our sister's groom-to-be.

But last minute, she decided
she doesn't want to get married.

Yeah, and if that's
what Angie wants,

then we're gonna make sure
she gets out of it.

Angie? Yeah, that was her name.

She didn't look like
that picture, though.

I just gave her the all-points
on her rental.

That's the woman from
the train station.

Hey, you!

- (TIRES SQUEALING)
- She'll stop.

She's got nowhere to go.

- She's not stopping.
- No.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

The hell is going on?

She used Angie's
credit card and license.

Obviously, she stole her wallet.

That's why Angie was
chasing her at the station.

- Yeah. That woman was terrified.
- She should be, she's a thief.

Nah, it's more than that.

Obviously she's running from
something, or somebody.

It's Zoe. Angie's bag turned up
at the train station in Huntsville.

Our mystery woman
never had any luggage.

- Maybe she's headed to Huntsville too.
- Think we can beat her there?

You know we can.

(TENSE MUSIC)

♪

(FOOTSTEPS, HEAVY BREATHING)

I went through your purse.

Did you happen to find
my concealer in there?

'Cause it looks like
you could use some.

There's no wallet,
no phone, no flash drive.

No pudding, no pebbles, no cat.

What?

Sorry, I thought we were
naming things not in my purse.

- This is no joke.
- Yeah, I knew that

when you stole this junker
instead of the Benz. I mean,

what were you thinking?
It was right there.

OK. We're serious now.

I saw Grace drop the flash
drive into your purse.

Now you tell me: Where is it?

Grace.

You've been
following her a while.

And this flash drive, you'd do
anything to get it, wouldn't you?

- That's right. I would.
- Then put the gun away

and simmer down, or you'll
never see it again.

That's definitely Angie's bag.

And the other one must be
our mystery woman's.

So she was headed to Huntsville.

- So what's the plan here?
- Trust in the process. Come on.

Uh, hi there. We need to claim

one of those bags.

The black one was accidentally
left behind by Angie Everett.

Are you Angie Everett?

Because we require photo ID
for all unclaimed luggage.

- I don't know you understand...
- She's my fiancée.

Oh! Ha, ha, ha!

Congratulations
on the engagement.

- Yeah, uh, happened pretty fast.
- Yeah, I'll say!

Let me tell you what's
in the bag, if that helps.

There's a bottle of whisky, a
puzzle, some sunflower seeds...

Wait.

Why do you know
what's in his fiancée's bag?

I knew you two
were messing around!

Oh! Hey, do you want me
to call security?

I just love her so much!

OK, that's...

Why do I always fall
for the taken ones?

Oh, I don't know.
Maybe... maybe it's you.

(SOBBING)

- Nice move.
- You OK?

This nose?

Broken about three times during
my college lacrosse career.

Nerve endings are shot.

Mystery woman has
one change of clothes,

packed hastily. Wasn't
spending more than a night.

In Angie's bag...
Brixton Bloodshed?

Do not tell her
you know about those.

- There's more than one?
- There's a whole series

about a British detective
from the 70s. Janet Bloom.

- Always gets her man. Angie loves 'em.
- Ha, ha, ha! Wow.

You know what else she loves?
Action. Adventure.

- Adrenaline.
- And I planned

a nice, quiet weekend. Gotcha.

- Thanks for the tip.
- Yeah.

Bingo. We got a name
and an address.

Grace Winter, Toronto.

Grace Winter...

meet Zoe Chow.

In-te-res-ting!

Grace has deactivated and wiped
all her social media.

Where's that purple sticky?

- Are you coming or what?
- Where?

Grace's apartment.

There's no lock out there
that I can't pick.

Oh, no!

No, no, no, no, no.
That's very illegal,

and what if we get caught?

What if we go to jail?
I'd have to join a gang...

Zoe, Angie is out there

and this Grace girl has
something to do with it.

I'll get my coat.

What's your connection to Grace?

What's your connection to Grace?

- She's in a ton of trouble.
- Even more if you get to her.

All she has to do is give
us everything she knows,

including the flash drive.

- She doesn't have the flash drive.
- Neither do you.

- No. But I know where she was going.
- Where?

I'll tell you
if you take me with you.

Why would I do that?

Because I'll get Grace
to hand over the flash drive.

She trusts me. I'm good
at my job, unlike you.

Your lurking sent her running
off in the first place.

But we find her,

we find the flash drive,

then you let her go.

Fine.

Where are we going?

Highway 52 and Commercial Drive.

The Kestins?

They've been secured
as far as I know.

Which, as we've established,
isn't much. So hurry up

and untie me before
we both lose Grace.

And then you listen
very closely...

for the...

- (CLICK)
- I hear it!

You're a real-life badass.

Where do you think
Angie gets it from?

Whoa...

We weren't the first ones here.

Wasn't exactly my idea

- of a patio lunch date.
- I know, I'm sorry.

Well, at least
these burgers are delish.

It's fine. Babe,
your friend is missing.

Keep at it. Besides, I have
to finish my latest assignment.

- What are you investigating?
- Oh, something truly exciting.

- Yeah?
- City Council.

- Hmm!
- Let me tell you, it's no Yemen.

- I could use a scoop.
- I'm sure you'll find one.

I just have to keep an eye out
for Carson. She can't see me

- with any of this stuff.
- Why? You got a warrant.

- Right?
- Yep.

Sort of a funny story, actually.

I sort of obtained it
without her approval.

Dee!

Your probation is
finally over this week!

Oh, says the one

who got suspended
for tackling Santa Claus

- during his own parade.
- OK, my exposing him

got him indicted
on several fraud charges

and helped the cops retrieve

the entire Charity
Children Christmas Fund.

I for real saved Christmas.
Hm. Wait a minute.

That guy in the suit...
He's totally creeping on them.

There was one name
on the passenger list

that wasn't in the system:
Seamus Meyler.

- Well, what did he do?
- He died three years ago in prison.

OK, let's see what the news
network database says.

That's not the guy from the
CCTV footage. I... I wonder...

I think Angie might be caught up

in a case of stolen identity.

Well, I've got coupons for days.

- You find anything?
- No, nothing.

No computer,
no phone, no tablet.

Hey. It's Grace's
most recent phone bill.

Look at this number.

This number repeats
over ten times.

It's the same area code
where Angie went missing.

I did a reverse lookup.
It belongs

to a Wade Kestin on Highway 52.

Call Matt. We've got a lead.

♪

Guy spends a lot
on his yard art.

Sure does. Brand new boat,

brand new truck, new jet ski.

- Mr. Kestin?
- Who're you?

We're looking for this woman,
Grace Winter. You seen her?

- I don't want nothing to do with her.
- We think she may be in danger.

Maybe she shouldn't go sticking
her nose in things that are done.

We think she might have
something to do

with the disappearance of
our friend, Angie Everett.

No, no, not getting all twisted
up in somebody else's mess.

If Norcon gets wind...

You know what?

- We just want to be left alone.
- Hey, we just came to talk.

The whole point is not to talk.
Now go on!

Get out of here!

- I thought you always carried a gun!
- On a romantic weekend?

- You better run!
- (GUNSHOT)

Vintage Porsche? The hell?
Norcon send this over too?

- There's a guy with a shotgun.
- What?

Hey!

Hello?

He's not waking up anytime soon.

(CELL PHONE BUZZING)

Yeah.

No, not yet.

Don't worry. I'm working on it.

I brought her with me.

Because she knows
about Grace and the drive.

No, no, not about the defect.

Just... You know what?
Leave it to me.

Hey.

- Grace isn't here.
- No harm in waiting.

- I don't like waiting.
- Maybe she's at the 8 Block Diner,

the one in town. She had a
meeting with a lawyer there

- around this time.
- There's a lawyer now, huh?

You know, it's starting to feel
like a wild goose chase,

- you know that?
- No, she had a map. The meeting

was written right on it. Do you
really want to miss her again?

Alright.

Let's go.

But if she's not there...

Yeah, we lost 20 minutes.

I told you we should've
followed the stream

- from the get-go.
- Stop whining.

- Let's recap. What do we know?
- Wade Kestin.

Obviously, Grace went
to visit him, pissed him off.

He really wanted us to
know he didn't talk to her.

Like he was afraid of her.

Yeah. He mentioned
another name, Norcon.

- I don't know it. You?
- No.

- I'm not getting any service.
- Yeah, me neither.

We gotta get out of here.

You know what would've gotten
us out of here? My Porsche.

(VEHICLE APPROACHING)

- Hey!
- Hey!

- Hey, buddy!
- Buddy!

- Stop!
- Stop!

(HONKING)

Hey, that's my car! Stop!

At least Wade called a tow.

- Could've shot her full of holes.
- Don't ever joke about that.

(DOG BARKING, DISTANT SIRENS)

Seamus Meyler,
dead Mayfield prisoner.

Your racetrack connections
used an ID guy with the same MO.

We were hoping whoever made the ID
might know who this guy really is.

OK, I'll finish up here and
make a few calls, don't worry.

We will find that henchman

- for you, love.
- You're a good man, Rory.

- By the way, you good for meat?
- Shade?

[Anything?]

_ - We found Angie's watch.

The stem's been pulled out.
It's been set to 8 o'clock.

Does that mean anything to you?

No.

Have you come across the name
Norcon Manufacturing?

Not yet, but I'm on it.
Literally right now.

Searching... searching...
OK. Contact...

About... Careers...

Looks like a nice place
to work. Wait.

Wait, that's the girl!

- The one that was with Angie.
- Grace.

[Grace Winter. She works there.]

Norcon's just down the road.
We're headed there now.

Make sure you get those
test results back by 2.

Hi, I'm Brian Stevens.
I used to be Grace's boss.

What can I help you with?

We're investigating the
disappearance of a colleague.

Really?

Anything you could
tell us about Grace

- would be helpful.
- Not much to tell.

She was an EIT,
an engineer in training.

Once her internship
was up, we let her go.

Why's that?

Some people aren't
cut out for the job.

- OK, but...
- I'm in the middle

of a meeting. Sorry
about your friend,

but Norcon Manufacturing
doesn't have any connection

with Grace Winter anymore.

You can see yourselves out.

Wait!

Do you guys know Grace?

- Do you?
- I thought I did.

She was amazing. Here before
anyone else every day,

super smart, super sweet...

Then something changed.

Next thing I know, she's
being walked out by security.

What changed?

Didn't look like
she was sleeping,

barely looked like
she was showering.

Last I saw her, she was at
8 Block Diner with Frances.

Who's Frances?

- Town lawyer.
- Wait, did you say 8 Block?

Frances eats there every day.
You might still catch her.

Thanks, man.

Angie's watch was set to 8.

(SIGHING)

They're the largest auto parts
plant in Southern Ontario.

They seem like a decent company.
They have outreach programs,

affiliations with non-for-profits...
They employ thousands of people.

Hm. What exactly do they make?

Primarily vehicle
engine batteries

and their charging systems. Hey!

- Catch!
- Yo!

Pork loin loaf.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome. And...

I got some answers for ya.

Seems this Seamus Meyler guy
is really Joel Coleman.

Now, I only got the word
of a few crooks to go on,

but it takes one
to know one, right?

- Rory, you're an angel.
- I know.

Ahem! I'm texting Danica

to see if she can run the name
through her system.

- She's not a cop, is she?
- No, don't worry about it.

(ROCK MUSIC)

- Can I get you two anything else?
- We're good.

- Where's your watch?
- I wasn't wearing a watch.

(CELL PHONE BUZZING)

Yeah. No, Grace wasn't

at the Kestins',
so maybe the Dawsons.

What two men?
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

I know what can happen
if you're even...

OK, we. Just listen
to me. I got this.

Don't worry about it.
I will take care of it.

We're having lunch?

- Whoa, I thought we were friends.
- Two guys just showed up at Norcon.

They were asking about Grace.
Who the hell are they?

- How should I know?
- Why were they asking about her?

You'd have to ask them.
I told you I work alone.

What's Grace's last name?

What does that have
to do with anything?

You have no idea
who she is, do you?

Or even what this
flash drive is all about.

(SIGHING) Get up.

Now.

Danica!

Give me good news.

- Only good news.
- Joel Coleman

is in the system. He's been
linked to several disappearances.

- Yeah, that's not good news.
- I'm sorry. When I heard the name,

I remembered him from
an undercover story I did last year.

Coleman is a known fixer
for some very powerful people.

He's dangerous.

If this has to do

with the Kestins or the Dawsons,
I can't get involved.

Dawsons?

So you're their lawyer.
Listen, we went to talk to Wade,

but he sure as hell
didn't want to talk to us.

Can you blame him?

- With what happened?
- Uh, our friend is missing.

It has something to do

with Grace Winter.

I can have nothing to do
with Grace Winter.

At least that's what
I was gonna tell her today.

So you know her.

I met with her once.

That's all...
that's all I'm gonna say.

I'm sorry I can't help you,

but those phone calls, and
then the threatening email...

From whom? Grace?

Wade?

What does all this have to do
with Norcon Manufacturing?

I have a family.

Small kids.

You come near me again,

I'm calling the police.

What the hell has Angie
gotten herself into?

(TENSE MUSIC)

Norcon really
runs the town, huh?

You know, we could
help each other.

I'm a private investigator.
I've got skills.

Not for long, you don't.

(SCREAMING IN PAIN)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(GUNSHOT)

(SCREAMING IN PAIN)

Danica and Kate
did some digging.

Two car accidents in this area

in the last six months,

took the lives of an older
woman and a young man.

Take a look at this article.

Margaret Kestin
and Jason Dawson.

- Both cars used Norcon batteries.
- Whew!

- I am starving.
- Ange!

- Where have you...
- The hell happened to you two?

- I'm the one that got kidnapped.
- Thanks for the clue, by the way.

Hm! Smart fellas.

I didn't know if you'd connect
the 8 to the 8.

- Yeah, that was Shade.
- We just missed you guys at the house

- on Highway 52.
- Who's "we"?

Me and some Matrix wannabe.
I managed to grab

- Mr. Smith's phone but it's dead.
- Mr. Smith

- is Joel Coleman, known fixer.
- Stop it.

Really? We need to find Grace.

Joel still has a gun. He's after her.
Something about a flash drive.

So far we know she interned at Norcon,
an automotive manufacturer.

He mentioned a defect.

- You think Norcon hired him?
- I don't know.

- How'd you figure that out?
- He was on and off this thing all day.

Whoever called him last is the
person that ratted you two out.

[You've reached the campaign
office of Harold Powell.]

[We're sorry we can't take...]

How's Powell connected
to Norcon?

I have no idea, but we gotta go.

Joel's headed to the Dawsons'.

If Grace is there and
something happens to her,

I'll never forgive myself.

[Angie?]

[Oh my god, your face!]

- [Oh, I've missed your face!]
- [My daughter!]

Oh... hi, Mom.

What is my mother
doing at the agency?

- You were missing!
- [Oh my god, Angie, are you OK?]

[Are you hurt?] - [I'm fine.]

You look super great for
having just been kidnapped.

Are you on your way home?

Not yet. We have a girl to
save and a fixer to take down.

[That's my girl.]

[OK, send me the address, I'm
gonna contact the local sheriff.]

OK, we will. In the meantime,

how is Harold Powell
connected to all of this?

[Harold Powell is on the board
of directors for Norcon.]

[They're his biggest
campaign supporter.]

So if Norcon gets in trouble for
defective parts that killed people,

Powell's campaign
coffers get lighter?

[Exactly.]

- Joel must have been hired by him.
- [OK.]

[Wow. Um, sorry... who are you?]

Oh, Kate Bajwa.
Associated News Agency.

And my kickass girlfriend.

Oh! Hi, Kate!

So Norcon paid off the Kestins
for their silence.

Explains all the new cars.
Probably the Dawsons too.

Joel was chasing Grace
to get a flash drive.

I bet she was bringing it to the
Dawsons to try to get them

to come forward.

She must have proof of
everything... the defect,

the cover-up, the payoffs...
Grace was the whistleblower.

- We gotta go.
- [Sweetheart, I love you.]

[Now you go kick that guy
in the crotch for me.]

Way ahead of you, Mom.

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

Get the door.

- Mrs. Dawson?
- Yeah.

Please come in.

Step in the room, gentlemen.

Now.

Quite a party you have going on.

So let me guess.
You're the two nosy guys

who have been asking
a lot of questions

that are really none
of your business.

I wouldn't say we're nosy.

No, we just have a healthy
sense of curiosity...

- Joel.
- How do you know my name?

- We know a lot about you.
- We know you're not a very nice guy.

We also know you're gonna be

in a lot of trouble
unless you get your hands

on this.

Give me that.

(GRUNTING)

(INDISTINCT RADIO TRANSMISSIONS)

I'm sorry I stole your wallet
and got you kidnapped.

When I saw that
guy in the train,

I just had to get away
without leaving a trail.

I'm just glad you're safe.

Joel was only one piece
of the puzzle, though.

- Yeah.
- You discovered Norcon

was covering up a defect
in the charging system,

- didn't you?
- We knew something

was wrong, and then
we realised the battery

had a charging system failure
that set off sparks

inside the car.

- Starting a fire.
- It only happened in one

in 13,000 cars, but when it did...
boom.

That's what happened

to the Kestins and the Dawsons,
so in exchange for their silence

Norcon was paying them off.
Howell was paying them off?

I tried to get the
Kestins to come forward,

but they were too scared
because of the NDA they'd signed.

But the Dawsons hadn't
signed theirs, had they?

Contractually,
I couldn't talk to them,

but Powell found out somehow.
That's when I noticed

that Joel guy stalking me.

He was lurking around my
neighbourhood and my apartment.

So you packed a bag
and headed out of the city.

And tried to expose
Powell one last time.

You think... you guys
could help me do that?

Absolutely, but we're gonna need

- to get your flash drive back.
- Where is this flash drive, anyway?

I think I know.

(BEEPING)

It was here the whole time.

Yes. I just don't know
who to get it to

- so the cover-up gets out there.
- Hey, I heard on the news

Powell is speaking at a press
conference tomorrow.

I have an idea.

- (APPLAUSE)
- Good afternoon.

What a beautiful day
here in the county.

(CHEERS AND APPLAUSE)

A county with the lowest
unemployment rate

and the highest standard
of living in the country.

(APPLAUSE)

It's been my honour
to serve this community

for nearly three decades in
the many roles that I've held...

Let's talk about your many lies.

Kate Bajwa, Associated News
Agency. What do you have to say

about paying off Norcon
to cover up

a manufacturing defect
that resulted

in multiple deaths?

I have no idea
what you're talking about.

Do you have some idea
about your involvement

in settling with the victims'
families in exchange

- for their silence?
- I can assure my constituents

that none of this is true.

Oh, that's funny, because
we have some information

on a flash drive
that says different.

[Alright,]

[start it up remotely.]

[Put that out!]

[See, this is what
I was trying to tell you.]

[We need to issue a recall
for the defective parts.]

[No, let's not go
to the Board just yet.]

[What are you talking about?]

[It might be in
Norcon's best interest]

[to stop the distribution
of the battery]

[and settle with the families.]

- [Harold, people are dying.]
- (CROWD MURMURS)

[If Norcon's sales plummet,]

[people in this county will
lose jobs and there's no way]

[I'll get re-elected
without their support.]

- You're a liar!
- Murderer!

(CROWD CLAMOURING)

In a hurry? We've got a car
waiting out front.

It's got a Norcon battery in it.

You up for a little
Russian roulette, Powell?

We'll ensure that Norcon offers
your family a generous settlement.

_

- What's that?
- This, my love,

is the key card to the premium
underground parking garage.

Detective Powers,
are you saying...

That I am no longer in
probation and I never have

to shovel snow off my car
again and I'm official.

Wait, so Carson never found out?

No, she did. But it turns out that
they've actually had a warrant out

on Joel Coleman for years,

so she was impressed that I followed
my instincts and had him arrested.

Does this call for a
celebratory cocktail?

Well, I've already made
a reservation on a real patio.

Rooftop-styles.

And I saw your coverage
on the news, by the way.

You were on fire.

That's only because
this hot detective I know

- gave me the scoop of a lifetime.
- Oh, stop.

That's not you.

OK, well, I'll have
to kill her, then.

Incumbent candidate
Harold Powell

has been arrested and charged

- with fraudulent concealment.
- Yes!

Two additional families

from the East Coast
have also come forward.

Norcon Manufacturing denies
any knowledge of the defect

and the four resulting deaths.
With me,

I have Grace Winter,
the brave woman

who put her life on the line
for the truth.

What was the first indication
that something was wrong?

It all started
with the battery testing.

We knew something was off.

Thanks for everything
today, partner.

Couldn't have asked
for a better one.

And hey, thanks
for the suggestion

on our take-two weekend.

- I can tell she's legit excited now.
- Good.

Sorry I had to punch you
in the face.

- Oh, I'd do it for you.
- (CHUCKLING)

I think I'm the third wheel now.

Hey, Joey, Chandler, I've got
a train to catch to Quebec.

On y va!

- Oh! Allow moi.
- (BEEPING)

Oh, my pork loin! It's ready.
Aren't you gonna stay for some?

Sorry, Mom, we can't.
We'll be late.

I gotta get home
and have dinner with Jules,

but you guys have fun
white-water rafting.

- Is no one staying for my pork loin?
- I am!

Let's get going,
'cause I actually can't wait.

- Just don't fall out the raft.
- You kidding?

She can't wait to fall out!

The falling out's the best part.
So much better

than a dusty old BnB. Thank you

for organising this trip
so last-minute.

Thanks for coming back
to us safe and sound.

You must have been
really worried, huh?

Well, I did lose the
deposit on the BnB.

Shut up.

Let me put these in the car.
Bye, everyone!

See you, Tex.

Well,

- it is good to have you back, partner.
- Yeah.

And take care of this thing,
you ruffian. It's a bad look

- for the agency.
- Yeah, will do. Nora,

always a pleasure.

Zoe, I'll see you
in the morning.

- Bye, Mom!
- I love you so much, so much,

- so much!
- I know. I gotta go.

- I gotta go!
- Wait.

- For the train.
- OK, you win. Taking the pork loin.

- Au revoir!
- À bientôt!

You have been
an absolute hero, Zoe.

Oh, please. Tell me more.
(CHUCKLING)

You've been pretty
amazing yourself.

I really loved having a partner.

And you know,

Angie is really lucky
to have you guys loving her

almost as much as I do.
It means the world to me.

Cheers.

So, spill the beans.

What do you think of Tex?

I like him.

But he's certainly
no Matt Shade.

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Watch an all new Private Eyes, next
Monday on Global.

I need some help!
Its my wife, something happened to her.

Did she disappear?

Something's wrong. She's a
completely different person.

Do you think Clarissa
joined a cult?

Are we really gonna
follw him in there?

You want me to hold your hand?

Well I wouldn't mind.

ANNCR: The aliens are coming.

We can pretty easily connect

the possibility of life
on other planets...

simply using the Drake equation.

Drake?

Like he started at the bottom
and now he's in space?

ANNCR: And Shade and Everett
are in for a close encounter.

They've landed!

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