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There you go! On the house.

- What's the occasion?
- When you bake a tray

of spiced triple A beef

enrobed in puff pastry,
that is the occasion.

So you're taking over the kitchen now?

No! Just while Shona's son
is visiting from Trinidad.

I thought, if I'm gonna
run this joint solo,

I may as well float a
few recipes of my own.

- A man of many talents, Don!
- Enjoy!

- Let's get back to the office.
- Yeah, okay.

On second thought, why don't
we stay here for a minute?

I'm sure Zoe has
everything under control.

Not so fast, Chow.

Okay, I know the office is technically
supposed to be open right now,

but I thought you were
doing this at Timmy's.

- It's after nine!
- I know. I just...

My stupid phone's new operating
system messed up my alarm. But,

don't worry, I forwarded the
agency's calls to my phone!

Speaking of which, do
you know Riley Larson?

If I never hear from that
over coiffed jackass again

it'll be too soon. Why?

- Because he just hired us.
- Ah...

- How much are we paying her again?
- Define "jackass."

Designer suit. Too much cologne.
Excessive use

- of the word "broski".
- Well...

- And how do you know this guy?
- Riley's a Bay Street

criminal lawyer my dad and
I worked for a few times.

He reps the scum of the earth,

and he is pretty good at
keeping them out of jail.

With an assist from the Everett Agency.

- His cheques never bounced!
- So what does he want with us?

Apparently Riley opened a new practice.

He wants us to find
out who threw a brick

through his front window. Which
narrows our suspect list

down to anybody he's ever met.

Unionville, uh? Not exactly
what I was expecting.

Me neither. The Riley I knew was
more of a glass and concrete guy.

- Why would he set up shop here?
- Nicely gentrified.

Lots of new money. I get the attraction.

Yeah, if you're opening a
bakery or a ye olde fudge shop,

not a law firm. Zoe must've
got the wrong address.

No! I don't think so.

Riley's Flying Motorcycle Club?

So your buddy's a biker now?

- He's not my buddy.
- There's the broken window!

There's something really
weird about all this.

Maybe there's a back entrance.

It's open.

Hello?

Riley?

Hello?

Angie.

Is that meant for us?

Is that some kind of joke?

Well, it is, the joke's on me.

I just got jumped.

- Synced and corrected by martythecrazy -
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I was coming here to meet you

to talk about the brick

when I heard a noise at my workbench.

I went to check it out and
got coldcocked by a helmet.

- Did you see his face?
- No. He got me by surprise.

I wouldn't have figured
you for the biker.

Back in the day you used
to live in a suit and tie.

- I quit law last year.
- You quit? Why?

- What're you, my shrink?
- Hey!

Easy, bro. We're just trying
to get a little backstory.

I'm not your "bro". And
here's your backstory:

I opened a new business,
and someone wants me out.

- I can't imagine why.
- Look. I'm tired of these yokels

treating us like a gang, alright!

My members are good people,
they don't deserve this.

Maybe it's just you they don't like.

Hey, hey, hey! Tell us about
the window out front.

It happened yesterday around 7 AM.

I was back here when I heard a crash.

I went out, found glass everywhere.
And also this.

At least they're consistent.

If you're so worried, why
haven't you call the police?

That's funny. You know how
many cops I've taken apart

on the witness stand?
They already hate me,

- and that was before the rally.
- What rally?

I'm hosting a vintage
motorcycle rally tomorrow.

Closing down the whole street.
It's gonna be great for tourism.

Maybe this has something
to do with that.

All I know is if this were
anywhere else in the city,

they'd be putting up a
plaque in my honour.

Instead they hold a protest
at the community centre.

They who?

For twelve years, our community has

been among the safest in
the greater Toronto area.

But since the arrival of Mr. Larson,

there have been noise violations,

unruly activity at our local pubs,

and a dramatic increase in
crime, including vandalism

and assault.

What are you talking about?
Both of those attacks were

- against my club!
- Part of a pattern of violence

- that started when you arrived.
- Sit down, lady!

As leader of the Unionville
Preservation Society,

I'm asking one last time

to cancel this reckless bike
rally tomorrow. Thank you.

Alright! Settle! Settle! Settle!
Thank you, Wendy.

We'll take your words under advisement.

- Mr. O'Connor?
- I manage

the Unionville Arms Pub,
and Riley's club has been

the best thing that's happened to us.
Sales are way up.

What? Speak for yourself!
My boutique has lost

- nearly half its revenue.
- Think long term, Lola.

This rally will bring in
all kinds of tourists.

Yeah, tattooed hoodlums from Millhaven!

Little trick from my punk band days.

Now I know some of you are concerned

with the number of bikers
showing up tomorrow,

but Mr. O'Connor has graciously
donated his parking lot as overflow.

And Riley has also promised

that all proceeds from the rally
will be donated to charity.

The charity in his pocket!

Riley never mentioned a charity.

Weird. He's not one to hide
things that make him look good.

Alright, alright. That's enough.
That's enough!

As I was saying, in my opinion,

the benefits of holding the
rally outweigh the risks.

The council's decision stands.
The rally is on.

Our fearless leader has a temper.
You think she's behind this?

I don't know. I can't see
her swinging a helmet.

And I can't see you doing SoulCycle,
but life is full of surprises.

I am really regretting telling you that.

Her name is Wendy Meisner.

She's the leader of the
Unionville Preservation Society.

Yeah? Well, my name is Kurtis
Mazhari, and I'm the leader

of the local chapter of the
I-Don't-Give-A-Rat's-Ass Society,

- alright?
- Come on, Maz!

It'll take you two minutes.

We just wanna see if
she's got any priors.

I can't do it, alright? Inspector
Carson's been cracking down on me.

Every login to the network is monitored.

Besides, she eats private
eyes for breakfast.

Now I gotta deal with this
on top of everything else.

Who's the newbie?

Danica Powers. Some uniform
headquarters dumped on us

for a week. She's doing
that to be a detective.

Can we use her login?

That could not be more
against work policy.

Come on, Maz. Don't make me post a pic

of a certain detective
rocking a vintage bowl cut.

You're bluffing.

- Powers! Get over here.
- Yes, sir?

Why don't you set out to my
computer and log into your account?

You want to be a detective, right?
Let's do a little dry run, uh!

- Okay!
- Okay! Right! Yeah!

This is Shade and Angie, two of my...

- confidential informants.
- Hello!

Fakes names, of course. Go ahead.

Okay! We're looking for some
information on a Wendy...

Meisner, founder of the
Unionville Preservation Society.

Actually, yes. One incident
of malicious destruction

of property, later dropped.
Looks like she smashed

some of her ex-husband's artwork
during a messy divorce.

What's this about?

We're just looking into
some death threats.

- It's probably nothing.
- What's the case number?

Uh, 867-5309.

- Okay! I'll log that right now!
- No need. No need!

I will take care of it. That's
plenty for today. Great work.

- Ha! Ha! Thank you, Sir!
- Yeah!

Yeah, that's not... There's...
That's the door right there.

I would hardly call it art.

It was a hideous anime space
girl with giant fake boobs.

- You don't deny smashing it.
- I wanted his things out of my house

and I "accidentally damaged it".

The way you "accidentally
assaulted" Riley Larson?

No. I swear I wasn't there.

Then you won't mind telling us where
you were this morning at 9:30?

- I was having breakfast.
- With who?

My friend, Lola Melloncamp.

Yes, Wendy and I met at the
Unionville Arms this morning.

They have a great Early Bird.

You don't seem to like
Riley much either.

Or the rally.

My boutique sells high-end
clothing and jewelry.

Some are estate sale pieces
that are extremely valuable.

My clients hate the sound
of revving engines

almost as much as Lou Lou here. Yes.

I have no choice but to
close my shop tomorrow.

What about yesterday? Someone threw
a brick through Riley's window.

- I was sleeping when it happened.
- We didn't mention the time.

I heard about it, okay? Why
are you only questioning me?

- Lots of people have it in for Riley.
- Why is that?

Because he's a scam artist.
You wanna know how to tell

if Riley Larson is lying?
His lips are moving.

Ugh... Classic Riley. Making
friends wherever he goes.

What do you suppose she meant by that?

I don't know, but my money's
on the charity rally.

Doesn't jive with the
Riley Larson I know.

You think it's a scam?

Explains why he didn't tell us about it.

So how do you think we are
gonna get to the truth?

Why don't we ask somebody?

Whoa. You really think
confronting a bunch of bikers

on their home turf is such a great idea?

You got a better one?

Hey! Welcome. I'm Tiny. Are you
signing up for tomorrow's rally?

You bet, we are! Always happy
to support local charity!

Which one is it again?

All proceeds are going to the
Harbour Women's Shelter.

It's a cause close to Riley's heart.

Is there a website we could check out?

- You guys cops?
- No.

- What's your ride?
- A Honda.

- Yeah? What kind?
- It's a...

- Uh... It's a...
- It's a Honda Gold Wing

Valkyrie, the power cruiser from hell.
1500 CC's,

she tops out at about 210.
Isn't that right, honey?

Yeah, it's right.

- Sweet ride.
- Yeah!

Well. Sign up here,
leave the sheet there

and I'll see you two tomorrow.

Thanks, Tiny!

What the hell was that?

I'm a car guy! Motorcycles
are two wheeled death traps.

Fine! And I do all the
talking starting now!

It's the last thing we need
to see you blow our cover.

Shadow?

Dude, I am like so geeking out here.

Matt Shade, in my bar, man!
I can't... I got your...

I got your card in here somewhere.

- You a big fan of the Tropics?
- Yeah.

That's Maui. One day I'm gonna
open up a tiki bar there.

Somewhere they don't care

- who your clientele is, right?
- As a bartender,

you must hear things. Any
idea who's after Riley?

Believe me, I've been listening.

So far no one's owning up.

Here we go.

I really appreciate this.

Yeah, no problem. So...

do you know Lola Mellencamp
and Wendy Meisner?

Sure. Lola's a regular.

Wendy comes in for breakfast sometimes.

- Like today.
- Today? No. I open late

- on Fridays.
- Thanks, man.

Thank you!

- So Wendy has no alibi at all.
- More importantly,

she chose to lie. And got her
friend Lola to cover it up.

Let's check it out.

Look familiar?

What the hell is going on out here?

We were just about to
ask you the same thing.

Tan brownstones, exactly like the one

that was thrown through Riley's window.

- Why did you lie about your alibi?
- I have my reasons.

Our client needs to know.
You got ten seconds.

Because she was with me.

Wendy and I have spent a
lot of time together.

- My job is to build bridges.
- Into your arch enemy's bedroom?

It's complicated. We represent

two very passionate bases.

And though Bryce is
friendly with the bikers,

I've come to realize he can be a
lot more reasonable than some

- of my own group.
- And vice versa.

We started to understand each other.

And somewhere along the
way, there were sparks.

Sometimes work can

bring out chemistry in unexpected ways.

You must know what that's like.

- No! No. No idea.
- No, no idea.

My members at the Unionville
Preservation Society would have a fit

if they knew that Bryce
and I were romantic.

- They'd think I sold out.
- Only Lola knows

about our relationship. And
we'd like to keep it that way.

Maybe if you guys were more forthcoming

about where you were this morning.

We were here, during the assault.

Together. Is that
forthcoming enough for you?

What about the broken window?

She had nothing to do with that either.

Tell them, Wendy.

Wendy?

- Are you serious?
- I only did it

because some in my group
thought I was getting soft.

I was planning on paying
Riley back anonymously.

If I was you, I'd get
your chequebook out.

Wendy Meisner. Wow.

So you know who threw the brick, but
you don't know who assaulted me.

Which means you may wanna
consider cancelling the rally.

No. I'm not cancelling my rally.

Look. I sunk a ton of
money into this club,

the rally's the whole point.

Because of the charity?

That's what this is about, isn't it?
You're running a scam.

It's not a scam, okay? Feel
free to look at the paperwork.

- Why a women's shelter?
- Because it ticks all the right boxes.

PR gold in the Me Too era.

Not buying it. There's
something else going on.

That's what I'm paying you to find out!

I'm sorry. Old habits.

I'm trying to change, Angie, believe me.

It's just... this rally
is everything to me.

I'll pay you double to keep watch,

whatever it takes. But I'm
not cancelling my rally.

Detective Mazhari? I was wondering

if you needed any further help

on that Wendy Meisner death threat case.

- No, I'm good. Thank you.
- Are you sure?

Because when I mentioned
it to Inspector Carson...

- You told Inspector Carson?
- Sure.

She asked me for the file number
but I couldn't seem to find it

in the system. You've
opened a file, right?

867-5309?

It's still just a hard
copy right now, you know.

Analog. Gotta input the data into the...

Yeah. Okay. So... Okay.

Just let me know when it's
up because I definitely want

to keep Carson in the loop. You know.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

Angie? Help.

- Ha! Ha! It's not my fault.
- What do you mean, it's not your fault?

You're the one who made me look into
Wendy Meisner in the first place.

- Now my rookie is all over this.
- And here she comes.

Right behind.

Perimeter check completed, no
suspicious activity detected.

Hey, Danica. Why don't you
take five and get us a round?

Thank you. That's very nice. Thank you.

Does she have an off switch?

You don't know the half of it.

She's at work every morning
before everybody else,

she leaves last, and every lunch break,

she shows me new videos
or her and her girlfriend

bottle-feeding their baby
pugs, Cameron and Diaz.

She'll be gone in a week.

Plus look at the bright side,
you get to hang out with us

and Carson will never find out
you faked that file number.

I'm sorry. Which part of
that is the bright side?

Oh! Danica needs more money.
That's great. I'm dead now. So...

Whoa, check it out. A
1972 Norton Commando.

Alright!

Hold the phone!

When were you gonna tell me
you were this into bikes?

Oh! I'm not. It's my dad's thing.
He used to take me

for picnic road trips up the escarpment.

Uh! You still ride?

Just because your dad's
gone, doesn't mean

you have to give up what you love.

Two beers for our fellow colleagues.

And because Danica correctly
pointed out we're on duty,

- two sodas for us. Yeah! Cheers!
- Cheers!

Check out buddy in the
trench coat, four o'clock.

He's bringing back the Bogart look.
That's not a crime.

It's way too hot for riding.

- He's got a gun! Detective Mazhari!
- What?

Shoot. We lost him.

I got him!

- What the hell are you doing?
- This man's got a firearm!

Okay! Yeah, it's a starter's pistol.

Come on. Look out.

Are you okay? Meet
Sergeant Earle Capshaw,

Star of Courage recipient

and the man we've honoured
with kicking off our rally.

Hello.

What kind of outfit
are you running here?

- I'm sorry.
- Sorry about that, Sir.

Nice work, officer.

- Thank you, Sir!
- Sarcastic!

I think I jumped the gun
a little bit there.

Don't sneak out. Don't
sneak out again today.

Thanks for coming out, guys.
I appreciate it.

It is my honour to announce the first

annual Riley's Rally to
raise money in support

of the Harbour Women's Shelter.

Thank you!

Flying Bikers, start your engines!

That was the last of them.
Rally's over, no sign of danger.

Yeah. Unless you're a Gulf War veteran.

Go easy on her. She was just excited.

Alright, let's get the hell
outta here and find Riley

before one of us takes out a nun.

What's going on?

I got no idea.

Oh! Heads up! Clear the way! Yeah.

- What happened?
- What do you think happened?

I was right all along. Come on, sweetie.

Looks like one of the
bikers used the rally

as a distraction to rob Lola's shop.

That's not good news for Riley.
We should go tell him.

You don't have to do that.

I think he already knows.

I got a message from Lola saying
she had info about the assault.

- Can we see it?
- It was on FlashYak.

It's a messaging app. It disappears
ten seconds after it's sent.

She asked me to come to
her shop right away.

Told me to use the back
door, said it was unlocked.

- That didn't seem weird to you?
- No. She's let me in that way before.

Lola and I were briefly romantic.

And you don't think we could've
used this information earlier?

When was I supposed to tell you?

- Literally any time before now.
- Lola and I are fine.

- We parted as friends.
- Yeah! 'Cause that's your strong suit.

Don't get me started...

Hey! Hey, hey! What happened
after you got inside?

Okay. I knew something
was wrong right away.

I saw glass on the floor, and no Lola.
So I started to worry.

- Why didn't you call the cops?
- I didn't think of it, alright.

I wanted to make sure Lola was okay,

so I went right over to
the smashed display case.

- That's when I saw my satchel...
- Your satchel?

I swear to God, I don't
know how it got there.

I picked it up, and realized
I was being set up.

And then the cops burst in.

I should put you in charge more often.

Yeah. I knew my carrot and
coriander soup would kill! Ha! Ha!

You know, when Jules
had her movie nights,

I always had to make more.
How did your...

How did your date go with your son?

- It was great.
- Great!

- Yeah! He misses me.
- Yeah?

Yeah...

What's wrong?

Noah wants me to spend more time there.
In Trinidad.

You should go. I can handle this place.

I'm talking a month, maybe more.
I can't do that to you.

Maybe it will be better if you just...
come with me.

To Trinidad?

You'd love it there.
And I was thinking...

if we sold this place,
we'd have enough money

to go back and forth as much as we want.

I know, I know. It's a lot to take in.
And I...

I've seen how much you love this place.

Well, I also like okra and macaroni pie.

So you'll consider it?

Sweetie, if it's important to
you, of course I'll consider it.

Boy meets girl,

girl plots revenge, boy goes to prison.
It's textbook.

Riley is anything but textbook.
He's always working an angle.

I don't like the guy either, but

why would he hire us if he
was planning a robbery?

Maybe he thought it would
be a good cover story

for the jury if he ever got caught.

That's' a bit of a stretch.

If that were true, why wouldn't he
jump at the chance to blame Lola?

Maybe the guy really is trying
to turn his life around.

A stubborn alpha male seeking

a second act. Why am
I getting a déjà vu?

It's the ex-con in you, Everett.
You can relate.

Okay! Fine.

Let's assume he didn't break in.
Where does that leave us?

With a client who says he was framed,

and a jilted ex-lover who
maintains her innocence.

- Two suspects.
- And one of them's lying.

It's Riley. He's the one who's lying.

So you were upset that
he broke up with you.

That's what he told you?

Lou Lou! Sorry!

She's always getting into something.

No, no. It was me that broke it off.

- And you're not holding your grudge?
- No.

Why should we believe you?
You've already lied to us once.

There's a difference between
covering for a friend

and planning some frame job.

Riley said he got a
FlashYak message from you

just before two PM. Do you mind
telling us where you were?

Right next door,

in Aiden's bar, with
earplugs, drinking Negronis.

There are six witnesses
who can confirm that.

- And my cell never left my purse.
- Riley also said

- the back door was unlocked.
- Like I said, he's a liar.

I checked that door three
times before I left,

that's how worried I was
about these bikers.

- What time was that?
- 9 AM.

I came to put the notice in the door
about shutting down for the day.

And there was no sign of a break-in.

No. I polished the display cases,

checked all the windows and the doors.

Then I turned on the alarm, locked
the door, and went to the pub.

Why would Riley try to rob you?

- Maybe he needed the money.
- I doubt that.

He left a high-paying job
to follow his dream.

He loves to spin it
that way, doesn't he?

- What's your theory?
- You want to know the truth

about why Riley quit law? Ask
him about his last client.

Riley's last client was Kirby Dunham,

charged with first degree murder

for pushing his wife off
a penthouse balcony.

Dunham claimed she fell,
but Riley didn't present

a very good case. Some even
say he tanked it on purpose.

- Why would he do that?
- Not sure.

But I did find a chatroom
rumour that says Riley found

some old assault charges against
Kirby and slipped them to the judge.

Ouch. That would sour
attorney-client relations.

Maybe Kirby wanted Riley

to feel what it's like
to be wrongly accused.

But Kirby had an alibi.

It's hard to do a frame-job from jail.

- So we're nowhere.
- Not quite. I also found this.

"The trial was interrupted by
Mr. Dunham's brother, Zane,

so incensed by the verdict that he
threatened Mr. Dunham's lawyer."

Maybe this Zane guy wants
to avenge his brother?

Only one way to find out.

So how are we gonna play this?

We're just gonna shake his
tree and see what falls out.

I love it when you talk P.I.

Skull door knocker. Nice touch.

- Tiny?
- Or should we say Zane Dunham?

I was furious when my
brother got convicted.

I stopped thinking straight.

There's a rumour that Riley tanked
your brother's case on purpose.

If that was my flesh and
blood, I'd be out for revenge.

Wait, you think I framed
Riley for robbery? No.

Mind telling us where you
were during the rally?

On my bike riding the
circuit with everyone else.

Still, I think Riley would be
interested to know who you really are.

He knows. I told him.

Look. I admit, I paid him

a visit when the verdict came down.

And things could have gone a
certain way. But they didn't.

Not after he showed me the
evidence against Kirby.

What evidence?

I believed Kirby told me
Emma's death was an accident,

just like I believed him when he
told me he never laid a hand on her.

Then Riley showed me the pictures.

Bruises all over her body.

All these years and I didn't know.

I knew then Kirby really did
push her off that balcony.

What happened after that?

Riley and I started to talk.

He told me about the guilt,

how all those years of helping
abusive men took its toll.

Then he told me his idea
for the motorcycle rally

to raise money for the women's shelter.

He said it was just a PR move.

Of course he'd say that.
He's a guy. We bury our guilt.

Where were you Saturday morning?

In Montreal, with my nephew.

We made it back in time
for the town hall.

I can show you the train ticket.

I didn't do this, okay?

But I know one thing for
sure: neither did Riley.

- Hey, Matt!
- Hey, dad!

Woah! Tough day, uh?

You don't wanna know.

Nothing a little borscht couldn't cure.

- Borscht?
- Yeah!

I used to make this for your mother
when she was pregnant with you.

She ate it by the bucketful.

There you go. Try that.

Wow! It's actually really good!

- You should put this on the menu.
- Yeah, about that.

What would you say if I told you

that we were thinking
of selling the diner?

I thought you loved that place.

I do, but Shona needs
to be with her family.

I can buy cheap in Trinidad
and take up surfing!

- Surfing?
- Yeah!

You barely know how to couch surf!
And what about Jules?

She'll be back from Europe next week.

I can fly back and forth.
And she's gonna be

in university soon, you're not
gonna need me around here forever.

Are you sure about this, dad?

The Red Bird has never been so busy

And I've never seen you so happy.

Yeah, well, I am enjoying it.

But Shona needs her family.

She's not the only one.

It's hard to get a good
borscht hookup in the city.

Yeah.

- Trinidad?
- It threw me for a loop.

I didn't think he'd move so quickly.

I'm with you there. But,
like my Dad used to say:

"Life is about finding your place."

I just always assumed dad's
place was with his family.

Talk about a 180.

- What?
- Speaking of 180s,

we were wondering why
Riley suddenly quit law.

We know why. Kirby Dunham.

But doesn't it seem odd
that he would re-invent

himself over one case?

- Thanks for posting bail.
- Don't worry. We'll add it

- to the bill.
- What's going on?

- You got something on the case?
- Uh, yes and no.

We were wondering why you really
sabotaged the Kirby Dunham case.

You defended him before, didn't you?

I tried to get past it,

you know, continue my job,

but I got him acquitted.

Me.

I'm the reason he was still
around to kill his wife.

So, when he hired me the
second time around...

You tanked the case.

I quit my job, burned my
suit, and never looked back.

So the women's shelter thing...

it's not about "ticking
the right boxes."

It's about redemption.

I guess it didn't work.

Look, we know you didn't do this, but...

we need something to go on.

Apparently, they're still
missing a diamond brooch.

They've searched Lola's place
three times. I mean...

They think you stashed it somewhere.

10 bucks says it's
still in that satchel.

So, we got our hands on
Lola's insurance claim.

5K for the glass display
case, which checks out,

but there is the matter of the
missing piece of jewelry.

The brooch, we heard. How much?

Appraised value: 95K. And
before you say anything,

it's not in the satchel.
My boys searched it

with a fine-tooth comb.
It is not in there.

- You mean this satchel?
- OK. Can you not, Shade?

How many times I gotta tell you
not to touch the evidence?

Give me the bag! - Whoa...

- What does that look like?
- Looks like we just found our lead.

Perfect match.

So, you're saying the
person who stole my satchel

also tagged my wall? Why?

To disguise their true intentions.

- What do you mean?
- We've been looking at this

all backwards. That morning you
came in here, you heard a noise

coming from your workbench.
You went over to investigate,

- you got knocked out.
- Right. So?

So you didn't see the graffiti.
It would've been behind you.

So, you're saying it wasn't there.

Not yet. The suspect
added it after the fact.

Whoever broke in here broke in here

for another reason: to
steal your satchel.

But when you caught them, they
panicked and had to improvise.

Let me guess: there was a can

of that colour green spray paint
somewhere in the workshop?

You know what, I... Yeah, I
was doing a touch-up job

here last week. It was
right there on the shelf.

After you were knocked out, the
suspect used the bad blood

between you and the community
to cover their tracks.

So, this was never about the rally.

This was all about framing me.

Which means if we find the vandal,

we find the real jewel thief.

Sorry to bother you. We
have a few more questions.

We believe there's a
link between the robbery

of your store and the assault on Riley.

Can you think of anyone
who had a vendetta

- against both of you?
- Vendetta? No. This is

a tight-knit community. We
take care of each other.

Yeah, unless someone doesn't fit in...

What is it?

When you leave your store, how
do you deal with Lou Lou?

With some clumping kitty litter
and a bowl full of kibbles?

No, I mean your alarm.

You said you set it at
nine in the morning

the day of the rally. How
come Lou Lou didn't trip it?

If it's during the day, I just
bypass the motion sensors.

Which means anyone would be
free to walk around inside

the shop, as long as they don't
come through the windows or doors.

That is generally how
perimeter alarms work, yes.

- It's drywall dust.
- What does it mean?

It means we're gonna

need to know more about
your relationship

with your next-door neighbour,
Mr. Aiden O'Connor.

Hey! Shadow, my man! You're back.

Two Negronis, I hear
they're good in here.

Wouldn't have pegged
you for a Negroni guy.

Oh, Lola suggested them.

Lola does love her Negronis.

You two, uh... spent a little
time together, didn't you?

We may have dated a few times.

"May have dated"? We heard you
tried to convince her to sell

her shop and move to Maui
with you, to finance that bar

you wanted to open. Except
she was into another dude.

What can I say? Her loss.

You got that right. 95K to be exact.

That's the value of the brooch

that went missing after the robbery.
Would make

a nice down payment on
that tiki bar of yours.

Your drinks.

- Ooh!
- Wow.

That packs a wallop. I'd be pretty tipsy

- after six of those.
- That's the exact number

Lola drank the day of
the motorcycle rally.

Yeah. You know, a girl gets that drunk,

she's likely to lose track of her purse,

which would be a perfect
opportunity to swipe her phone

when she wasn't looking and
send a FlashYak message.

Are you finished?

Oh, no. We're just getting started.

Hey, hey. Whoa! Wait!

You can't go back there!

WHOA!

Hey, hey! Whoa! Hey!

- Hey! This office is private.
- Sure is.

Perfect place to do a drywall reno.

I haven't been doing any drywall.

Well, that's funny... because
I found drywall dust

on Lola's cat, and on the floor

around a large shelf in the
jewellery store right next door.

Probably right behind

this poster...

Here's Johnny!

Yeah, that would've been a lot cooler

if I had the axe.

It's a pretty clever plan, actually.

Using the noise of the
engines from the rally

to hide the sound of you
breaking through the wall.

Knocking out Riley and
tagging the wall to confuse

- the cops was a nice touch.
- And props for your speed, bro.

The way you broke in,
smashed the display case,

and laid the booby trap.

In what, three minutes? Plus,
you still had time to wiggle

- the shelf back into place...
- Then all you had to do was get

Lola drunk enough to swipe
her phone and lure Riley.

Not only do you get back at
the guy who took your girl,

but you also get to make off with this.

Uh, hey, can you guys
help me out of here?

Matt? Angie? Angie!

Nobody messes with our neighbourhood.

- Alright. Make way, please!
- Mr. O'Connor,

you're under arrest.

- Only one soup tonight, Dad?
- Yeah, but it's a good one.

Oyster chowder. I'm working on the

do-one-thing-but-do-it-right principle

for the next phase of The Red Bird.

Next phase? I thought you
were selling this place.

Yeah. I thought about
what you said, son.

Shona and I talked about it,

and... she realizes

that this is where I need to be.

So, does that mean she's staying?

She caught the red-eye
to Trinidad last night.

Hold on. You said she
needed to sell this place

- to have money for Trinidad.
- She did sell it.

You bought the diner outright?

Yeah. It's... it's the right decision

for both of us. It gives
us both more choice.

Well, what does that mean
for your relationship?

Well, it...

It means that relationships... are hard.

Thank you, officer.

Detective Mazhari?

We need to talk.

- Talk. Yes.
- Are you familiar

with case number 867-5309?

No. Sounds catchy though.

It's just that you're the senior officer

in the bullpen... and
according to my reports

the first person to log in

this case was Officer Danica Powers.

Well, you know, I'm trying to
sort of take a different tactic

with her mentorship, sort
of have her come to where

we're eq... started from...

I'm not really talking
about the mentorship.

All I need to know is did she

bring this case to you,
or did you find it?

It was a team effort.

OK. I was hoping you'd say that.

- Yeah?
- This is fantastic work,

Mazhari. You and Officer
Powers solved a robbery

and assault together. And I know

chemistry when I see it... which
is why I pulled some strings,

and I extended Ms. Powers'

detective internship for three months.

I want you to take her under your wing.
She is not to leave

your sight for the duration.
Understood? OK.

- Yeah. Yeah.
- This is the start of something

- very special.
- Special. Yeah. Exactly.

- No, thank you.
- Oh, thank you!

- No, no. It's fine.
- No, thank you. Thank you. I...

Oh! Detective Mazhari, check this out.

Hmm. Paid in full.

You always had that going for you.

- If nothing else.
- You know, maybe they'd

embrace you more in Unionville
if you opened up a little.

Yeah, well... That's
easier said than done.

True.

But that guy you hide inside?

- He's a lot more interesting.
- Tell me the truth.

Back in my lawyer days,

was I ever a jackass to you?

No.

You're a good liar...

like your father.

I miss that old bugger.

Yeah, me too.

- He was a good P.I.
- Mm-hmm.

And you're an even better one.

If he were still around,

he'd be proud.

Thank you.

- OK, Here I am.
- You look great.

I have a motorcycle. I get it.

- It's perfect.
- Stop.

Come on, Bryce. Get in there.
Don't be shy.

- OK, you got us on screen. Hi.
- Hi.

Come back for some soup.

- Hey!
- Glad you're here, Dad.

Thanks, son. So, where's your work wife?

We're gonna run out
before she gets here.

Yeah, she came by earlier
and filled up a thermos.

There was... something she
needed to take care of.

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