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Hey, Gil.

This guy is not slipping away again.

I hope he shows up soon. I really want

to get over to the Tea and Advice line and visit Jules.

She wants to show off her cubicle.

- Aww, how's she doing? - She's loving it.

She really feels like she's helping people,

plus, it looks good on her university applications.

Sounds like in a couple of months, you're gonna be an empty-nester.

I really hope she goes to one of the schools in town.

Oh, Jules wants to stay at home?

Well, we haven't discussed it yet,

but I really don't thinks she's ready to leave home.

Hey.

What's good today?

- The cluck and noodle. - OK... maybe a small.

- Here you go. - Thanks.

Hey, are you Alan Tucci?

Yeah... how did you know that?

What's this? - Oh, today's special.

Soup-poena. You've been served.

Gonna wring your necks!

- Nicely punned. - Thanks!

Hang on, Ang'!

You OK back there?

Uh... OK!

OK! It's OK.

Yeah,

a lot of students get freaked out before exams, just...

take a breath and relax. You got this...

You're welcome. We're here for you.

- Hey, Jules. Came to see - Hey!

if you wanted to grab lunch. - Yeah, definitely.

I'm almost on my break, do you wanna wait?

Of course. OK.

Teen advice line.

OK. You can talk to me.

OK, I'll take Don's truck back right after I change.

- Alright, I'm gonna go visit-- - Dad?

Angie?

Jules, hey! I'm just on my way

over to... Liam.

Mr. Shade.

Guys, this is Emily. She called the student help line

but after I heard what happened, I think she needs your kind of help.

What seems to be the problem?

I stole the president... and now I've lost him.

♪ 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

William Landry was an educator

and humanitarian,

as well as the university's first president.

The theft of his portrait from the university library is an utter disgrace.

Dean Robinson, what about the upcoming

Alex Cruz art exhibit? Isn't that a disgrace?

This university is proud to have received

such a culturally significant donation from such an esteemed artist.

That collection is nothing but sexism masquerading as pop art.

The student body is circulating a petition-- - Don't. Don't attempt to drag

this off point. I intend to find whomever stole the portrait

and dispense the maximum

disciplinary action. - So...

The president you stole is a painting?

It was so stupid, I know that,

but I wanted to get into a sorority.

Emily's a first year at Munro University

and it's Greek rush week.

The fraternities and the sororities assign pranks

to their potential pledges.

Yeah, look up hashtag rush week.

Oh, here. Uh...

There you go.

Streaking through the quad... pulling fire alarms...

and a stolen presidential portrait.

I was only going to borrow the portrait,

show Delta Iota Phi, and return it.

Emily works part-time at the library, same as me,

she used her key card to get in after hours.

Didn't you think anyone would notice the portrait missing?

The special collections area is closed

for a security upgrade,

before the new art exhibit goes in.

Yeah, I really thought that I would have time to put it back.

- So, what went wrong? - So, the portrait

that I stole... somebody stole it from me.

It was in her backpack.

She took it to the Delta Iota Phi house last night.

The place was really packed and I only put my bag down

for a few minutes and when I turned around, it was gone.

Why not go to the dean and just explain?

No, I can't do that. My parents are in China

and they worked really hard for me to study

to become a doctor

and now I've just like, screwed it all up.

If the dean expels Emily, she loses her scholarship,

maybe even get deported.

Was there anyone at the party who might've wanted

to get you in trouble? - Um... Tiffany,

the rush chair? She looked kind of pissed off

when her ex-boyfriend flirted with me.

- There's a suspect, Mr. Shade! - Thank you, Liam.

So, what are our next steps?

Our next steps?

Yeah. Mom was head of Delta Iota Phi,

that gives me legacy status, so maybe we can use that to help--

I'd rather keep you out of this, honey.

OK, but I want to help.

And I appreciate that but, um...

why don't you let the professionals handle this?

- I think he likes you. - He's 18.

He likes anything with a pulse. - Don't sell yourself short,

Everett. - Is that a compliment?

My mistake.

Ah, the smell of ivy-covered brick!

Does this take you back?

Actually, my campus smelled more like stale beer.

Can't believe I missed out on that.

I was already chasing rubber by the time I was 18,

never had the chance to go to university.

It's where hopes and aspirations...

meet liquor and hormones.

I hear they teach some classes, too.

Oh, yeah. There's that. Truthfully,

it was just a way for me to get out from under my parents' roof

and away from Norah's drama.

How'd that work out for ya'?

I got a call once in the middle of an exam,

to bail her out of jail. - Ah.

Made it a little hard to focus on my studies.

You did earn a degree, though, didn't you?

Yeah, but...

could've done a lot more with it, you know?

I even toyed with the idea of law school.

Oh, Angela Everett, attorney-at-law...

it does have a certain ring. - Let's get to work.

Hi, we'd like to see Tiffany.

Follow me.

And even though Jules can't rush until next year--

A legendary Delta Iota Phi alum

and her legacy daughter are always welcome.

Ah, there you are!

Tiffany, I would like youto meet

Jules' father,

Matt Shade, and Angie Everett,

and his fiancée.

Hi!

- Hi! - Well,

looks like we're all here!

Yeah, wasn't it a great idea Mom had to tour the house

and get a good look around?

Now, before we start...

a bit of tradition.

Heart and mind,

sisters in kind.

Now, come along.

Now, you are going to love this.

I can't wait to take you around.

When Jules called asking questions about Delta Iota Phi,

I knew something was up. I mean,

did you really think you were just going to stroll in here

and poke around? Oh, the painting's not in this room,

by the way. - We had a whole cover worked up

as campus security.

The sorority house is on private property.

It's not part of campus jurisdiction. - Oh...

We didn't know that.

Well, then I'm so glad I insisted we come help.

I can be a distraction.

You always are.

And our house flower is the orchid. Now,

we are the most popular sorority on campus,

we only have one spot left--

How's your security? Do you use keyed locks

or do you utilize fobs? And how many fire escapes are there?

A father wants his daughter to be safe,

maybe we could just take a look around ourselves?

Oh yeah, you guys could catch up.

My dear, I heard that you've renovated the Lavender Lounge?

Tell me that is true!

If Tiffany took the painting, it would be easiest

just to have stashed it here in the party room.

All I got over here are empty liquor bottles.

Huh. And this.

Guess that's what they mean by higher education.

Speaking of which,

you and law school? - Oh,

well, you know, once I started working with my dad,

I didn't want to just bail on him...

Looks like Becca's pretty set on Jules going here,

and Liam's already in first year,

so I guess it's decided. - Oh, no,

nothing is decided. I'm the decider,

and I've changed my mind.

Jules will get a perfectly good education

at the University of Nunavut.

OK.

Well, there's no painting here so let's check Tiffany's room.

And you're a legacy, Jules, so you'd be a shoe-in.

I mean, once you pledge, you have an instant family.

You know, you always have a sister

to talk with or study with or...

get crazy with.

Did your mother tell you

about the legendary stunts she pulled?

Surprisingly, no.

It was nothing.

Let's go check out the backyard!

You know,

did I tell you this is where

I set up the two-story ice luge?

...for the extra-cold tequila shots.

I got the idea when I was on summer break in the Alps...

This is it.

Concert tickets...

fraternity luau, spring break...

Relax. Kids need to vent.

- Not my kid. - So delusional.

Meanwhile... still no painting.

Emily thought Tiffany had a hate on for her,

but what if we got the wrong suspect?

Look at this email.

Emily's not the only one vying for the last open spot

in this house, there's two other pledge candidates.

Each with a motive to take down Emily.

Wait... there are three girls in the running,

but they're only choosing one of us?

Hey, Mr. Shade!

Emily, one of the other pledge hopefuls

may have taken the portrait to sabotage you.

[I've met them but I don't remember if they were at the party.]

We need to track down their class schedules and dorms,

except Zoe's out of town, at a forensics conference.

[In fact, I think Sherri Stipes might be in my Art History class.]

Amazing! On my way.

Why do you encourage him?

What? First of all, he's an inside source.

Second of all, you should be a little nicer

to your possible future son-in-law.

- OK, now you're just twisting the knife. - Listen,

if Sherri stole the painting, it's either with her

or hidden in her dorm. Liam and I will take care of Sherri,

And...

You guys take care of the dorm.

- Hey, guys. - Hey.

Any luck? - It's too soon to tell.

OK, so what can I do to help?

You should just let me take this one, honey,

in case things heat up.

It's a stolen portrait, not an armed robbery, so.

I could always stick around and look out for her.

I think you should just give Jules a ride home.

- I don't need supervision or a ride home! - Jules.

Look, you guys need to stay here and figure this out to help Emily,

OK? She doesn't have a family around to look out for her.

So, I checked on our other suspect, Jasmine Greene.

- And? - Well,

according to her Instagram, she's in the hospital

with an appendicitis.

- Takes her out of the running. - Oh!

There she is, Sherri Stipes.

And check out that portfolio.

You could totally fit a painting in there.

- Hey, Liam. - Hey.

Who's your friend?

How you doin'?

I had mono', but I think I'm better.

Sorry, excuse me,

excuse me, sorry.

Hey! Nice portfolio. Do you mind?

Actually, I'd rather you didn't.

What's uh...

"Empow-HER-ment"?

A female empowerment group seeking

to end the sexual objectification of women.

We're always looking for new members.

Cool. I will... think about it.

Sorry.

- Hi. - Hi.

No dice. - OK, um...

I'll go see if Mr. Shade needs any help?

He'll... love that.

- OK. - Yeah.

Sorry...

Are all the dorms co-ed?

Yes,

but luckily all the girls are electrified

so that if a boy touches them, he dies instantly.

Hardy-har-har.

I'm starting to think Jules'd be happier

at a different university. Maybe an all-girls' school.

But I thought you wanted her to stay at home?

I'm starting to have second thoughts...

...and third thoughts,

and all to make a father nervous.

Hey, Everett. Did you find the portrait?

Sherri doesn't have the painting with her.

Alright, see if you can keep her occupied.

Becca and I'll search her dorm room.

Sure. Um...

... take your time.

Alright.

Today,

we continue with Paul Gauguin,

in his search for creative expression.

Here she is.

It's locked.

Oh, hey! You're the RA for this floor, right?

- Yep! - Listen,

I have some feminine products for my daughter

and it seems like she's not back from class yet.

Could you let us in? Or...

You know what? Maybe I could just give them to you--

No, no, no! It's all good.

I gotcha.

It was the stock market crash of 1882

when Gauguin first picked up a paintbrush

and decided that he was going to pursue a career in the arts.

And, while he did spend the last ten years

of his life in French Polynesia,

where he was experimenting with bold colours and landscapes,

it was the sheer number of self-portraits

that Gauguin painted that suggested that he was...

on an excursion

for self-discovery.

I hope Jules sparked to the Delta Iota Phi house today.

I thought you were just there to help with the case.

Yeah, I know, but...

then all the memories came flooding back...

I'm surprised you can remember anything,

what with all the tequila shots. - Yeah, we studied hard,

so, OK, we partied hard too.

It's a lot of pressure.

Kids need to sow some wild oats. - I played pro hockey,

I think I understand about pressure and oat-sowing.

I know what this is about.

Liam. - What?

No. - Yes,

you're worried that she wants to go here because Liam's here.

- I am not! - And you're afraid

she'll get too involved, too seriously,

and you're not arguing because you know I'm right.

What? What is it?

Is it the painting?

No.

But she's hiding somethin'.

Look at that.

We finished early. So if there are no questions...

- How come... - Pardon?

What about...

self-portraits suggests self-discovery?

Maybe Gauguin was just... really into himself?

When I take selfies, it's not about introspection.

That's actually a fantastic

contemporary comparison.

Are selfies merely about the ego,

or are we actually looking into our own,

personal... evolution?

Nah, it's ego.

I think you're right.

Great, thank you.

One more!

Question...

in three parts...

This is all about Delta Iota Phi.

It's not very flattering.

Sophomore paid a grad student for her term papers...

girls sleeping with professors...

This isn't stuff you collect when you want

to join a sorority. - No, it isn't.

It's the kind of stuff you dig up when you want to take one down.

Hello, Mr. Shade.

Do you ever go to class?

Sherri didn't have the portrait.

- Yeah. We heard. - Did you find it?

- Not yet. - Do you know where Emily is?

Yeah. She's right there. Oh no... it's the dean.

Damn, we're too late!

Wait here.

Or not.

Excuse me. What's going on?

Library staff. I'm clear.

The upcoming Alex Cruz exhibit included a copy of Iron Mantis.

Woah. Like, the comic book?

Premiere issue. It's worth 2 million dollars.

And it's been stolen.

You had nothing

to do with this? - No, I swear.

All I did was take the president.

- Where was this fancy comic book? - Probably in the vault room?

Iron Mantis Number One isn't really fancy,

it's really rare,

from the 1950s. - 2 million dollars?

It's valuable because the hero becomes,

like, a pop culture icon.

A sexist icon, judging from the campus protests.

A little controversy ups the value.

Here's where it was to be displayed after the security upgrade.

They're gonna check the employee key card records

and find out that I was in here last night.

This is a disaster. - We need to speak to the dean

before this place is crawling with cops.

Hell yes, I'm calling the police.

This is a lot more serious than just stealing a portrait.

Yes, Emily took the portrait, she admits that,

but she didn't steal the comic. - It was a silly prank.

The kid's an ocean apart from her family.

She just got carried away. - Oh, so I'm supposed

to take the word of a thief that she's not a bigger thief?

The board is demanding action.

This Alex Cruz exhibit is generating a lot of buzz

for the university.

Iron Mantis was gonna be the keystone to the entire exhibit.

Arresting the wrong person won't help recover the stolen comic.

Tell that to the board of directors.

You do realize

that I'm a reporter? You know, once the police get involved,

the damage is done to Emily, and to the school.

- How do you mean? - If this goes public,

a loss like this could really hurt the university's image.

Who's gonna donate artifacts

to an institution that's not secure?

We'll find the real thief,

and the comic. We just... need some time.

You have 24 hours before I tell the board.

Come with me.

Iron Mantis was locked up in here,

in the special collections vault.

That locker, right there.

Our thief didn't have a key,

and from the look of these scratches,

he's not a pro. - Single door,

small air vents, leaves just the one point of access.

A Trent Shakeley signed in yesterday morning.

He's the expert who authenticated it.

Looks like our Mr. Shakeley was the last one

to see the comic before it was stolen.

You're the expert. You tell me.

Maybe a couple bucks.

A couple of bucks! It's in mint condition.

Yeah, no offence, Shadow, you're no Gretzky.

Now, honey, you may not be the man you used to be...

- Thanks, snookums. - ...but the card

has sentimental value, and you can't put a price on that.

Apparently, you can!

And apparently, it's a couple bucks.

I think Trent knows his stuff.

Maybe you should talk to him about those comic books that you wanna buy.

You plan to invest in comic books?

That's why the dean gave me your name,

since he trusted you with Iron Mantis Number One.

Is it true it's worth 2 million?

Who would pay that? - Oh,

collectors can be...

super passionate. - I'd be too nervous

to carry something so valuable.

I mean, what if you had been robbed?

That couldn't happen.

I was with an armed security guard

the whole time.

You know, you look a little bit

like Iron Mantis' true love. Tara Angela, you know?

Without all the... ugly mandible thing.

- Thank you. - Uh, Trent?

Did you actually see the guard lock the comic back up?

You bet. And then, we left together when the fire alarm went off.

Got it, Shade. Thanks.

Looks like we can add authenticator to the list.

Thank you, Liam.

Glad to be of service.

What if the fire alarm was just a diversion?

Giving the thief time to steal the comic

under the cover of a prank...

With all the smartphones on campus?

Hashtag Munro rush week...

fire alarm.

Here's the library.

And there's security,

escorting students out, leaving the vault unattended.

Wait.

Check out hoodie guy, going into the library.

Not out.

He must've hidden in the library until it was empty

and then stole the comic from the vault.

Hold on...

Zeta Kappa Tau. Tonight's their big rush night.

Looks like it's time to crash a frat party.

I'll say I want to pledge,

and you're my... uncle. - Yeah, yeah.

Liam, we don't need a cover story, OK?

I'm famous, you're pledge material.

Angie and Beck are... We'll be fine.

Sorry... no parents allowed.

♪ Just fine

How you doin'?

♪ Wake up, wake up

♪ You lost control

♪ Mama's little baby

♪ Ain't got no soul

♪ Got a little problem gotta pay the toll ♪

♪ She's out of control - Hey, hey, hey!

Matt Shade?

My dad'll be stoked!

You're his favourite hockey player from the old days.

Ready?

Chug, chug!

Hey, Mr. Shade.

God, don't do that. Anything?

Some of these guys have never even been to the library.

That's not surprising. Hey, are you in a frat?

No! They just party and meet girls.

And I'm with Jules. - Yes.

Yes, you are. Hey, have you ever thought about what you'll do

if she goes out of town to go to school?

Well... I'm... I mean,

I'd rather she go to school in town?

I'm guessing you do, too?

Woah!

OK. Hold her up.

Not after what I've seen here.

Angie. What'd you find out?

Nobody here remembers seeing anyone take Emily's backpack.

Be surprised if anyone remembers anything

for the last 24 hours.

Nobody's claimed the fire alarm, either.

but this hallway's too crowded.

We need a distraction.

I got this.

OK! Who's ready for some strip beer pong?

Guys, guys, guys! Strip beer pong downstairs!

Let's go!

Let's go, let's go!

Make way!

Was... that the kind of distraction you had in mind?

Not exactly. Let's just find that portrait.

This is Josh's room.

Wow, look what we found.

It's the portrait!

Any chance Iron Mantis is pinned up somewhere too?

Well, I'm not seeing it.

Oh, not cool, man! Find your own room!

Your parents know where you are?

Josh, you want to tell me what you're doing with a stolen portrait?

Uh...

Um... Yeah. My ex, Tiffany,

she ghosted me at a rager so I just, you know.

His former girlfriend, Tiffany, got upset with him

at a party. - Yeah, but, I mean, I'm...

I'll like just clap back, I'm not that thirsty,

so I boosted the bag, just trying to screw things up.

Wanting to retaliate, but not wanting to seem desperate,

Josh turned his attention elsewhere and stole Emily's knapsack.

- YOLO, man. - You only live once.

♪ I wanna see them heels

How do you think they're doing upstairs?

I think they need a little more time.

OK, boys. It's her birthday.

And I want to see some birthday suit!

Woah.

The back's ripped.

Oh, yeah. This has been ripped open. Josh, did you open this?

- No, dude. - If you did, would you remember?

Remember what?

- Never mind. - Alright, well,

you lads are completely toxifying my vibe, so...

That, I understood.

Hey, that's a chip

from one of those plastic comic book cases...

Which means...

the comic was smuggled

out of the library inside this portrait.

Emily wasn't just a patsy.

She was an unwitting participant.

You're a private investigator?

Emily's in trouble and you need to answer my questions.

Sure, whatever.

You told Emily to take the portrait. Who else knew?

No one. As rush chair, I make the assignments alone.

- Are you sure about that? - Yes,

I am sure the assignments are kept secret,

but what's the big deal?

It's just a picture of an old, dead guy.

You didn't tell a bestie... or a boyfriend?

I broke up with my boyfriend.

I'm taking an emotional cleanse.

It's just... pledge dance stuff.

Sure. Anyway...

Thanks for your time.

Oh! I'm so sorry! - Oh, my flowers!

- Please forgive me! - These are so delicate!

These are fragile.

- Sorry! - They're very delicate flowers!

Hey, Jules!

That's... Angie.

- Hey, Liam. - Awesome.

Hey, Angie. - Hey.

Back at campus, so soon. - Yeah, actually,

I didn't leave. I stayed over

at Liam's dorm. - Oh... cool.

Does your-- - Dad know? No. I didn't tell him.

I don't think he needs to know what I'm doing 24 hours a day.

- OK, well, I don't want to pry. - I just feel

like people are making decisions for me

without asking my opinion.

- Is this about what university you're going to? - Yeah.

You know, I'm expected to follow the plan

but it's their plan, and there's actually two different plans.

You don't wanna pick one parent's side over the other...

Yeah and... there's Liam. I don't know

if I'm only interested in Munro so I can be with him.

And is that so wrong?

Honestly, I don't know.

But I feel like nothing's right.

I feel like I'm paralyzed.

You know, my dad was a police officer when I was young.

So, I chose a degree in criminology

because... I thought he'd be happy.

Be proud of me. - Was he?

Yeah.

And after college, he needed some help with the agency

so I went to help him temporarily--

But you're so good at it.

Well, thank you.

The point is I've made a lot of decisions in my life

based on what I thought other people expected of me.

So, if you could go back and change it all...

I can't.

And I wouldn't trade where I am now for anything.

The point I'm trying to make is...

...it's your life.

And whatever choice you make, make sure it's your own.

Come here.

Oh, dear.

That's your father. - I'm out of here. Thanks.

Anytime.

Hi.

How'd you do at Delta Iota Phi?

Well, Tiffany denies telling anyone but she also denies

having a boyfriend and I saw a very friendly text.

- Did you get a name? - Yeah.

Eugene Henry. I think it's another job for Liam.

Man, I miss Zoe.

Yeah. Uh...

I have to go.

Hello there.

- Hi! - Did you enjoy Post-Impressionists?

Chapter six?

The assignment for tomorrow's class? - Oh, yes!

Of course, chapter six. Definitely.

It was outstanding...

...Even better than five.

You're not a student. Let me guess...

Accountant?

Data entry...

Professional model, tiring of the runway?

I'm sorry, I am not following.

It's just, usually when people drop in to audit my class,

they're looking to change careers.

Oh! Yes, yes.

Well, I never thought I'd say this, but...

being an insurance adjustor

just isn't the rush it used to be.

Well, it's never too late to change course,

in school or in life. - Thanks.

Maybe I'll enroll. Maybe I will see you next year.

You know, unfortunately I'll be on sabbatical,

but I'm here now.

Why don't you take this, and drop by the class again?

I love a good debate. - Thanks.

Fire!

Run! Oh, my God!

Guys, come here!

Woah!

Fire!

There goes 2 million dollars, up in flames.

I managed to grab some ashes and a few charred fragments,

before it all blew away. - Who would want to torch

a 2 million dollar comic book?

This doesn't look good for Emily's future.

Or us.

Hello, Dean Robinson.

Emily, are you OK?

- I was in biology class. I didn't burn anything. - Danica,

Emily was not involved. We're actually working this case.

I heard, loudly, and you're not getting

a very good YELP review from the dean, by the way.

The comic was already hidden in the portrait

by the time Emily took it. - But I didn't know that.

You're not actually arresting her?

Look, this is a major crime

with all evidence pointing to Emily.

I'm sorry, this is out of my hands.

We're gonna fix this.

This changes nothing.

I want you off my campus. - Granted,

the situation took a turn that none of us could have predicted.

You said you could get the comic back. Instead,

the university is now the proud owner of a pile of ashes.

Emily was in class, she couldn't've burned the comic.

And therefore, she didn't have the comic.

All I know is unless I can figure out a solution

to this embarrassing situation,

the board is demanding my resignation.

Why steal an expensive comic just to burn it?

Maybe because the thief's more interested

in destroying the book than cashing in?

OK. I'm in the Student Portal. Now what?

Let's just scan through the petition

against the Alex Cruz exhibit.

That's a long list of names.

Yeah, I wouldn't mind signing it myself.

That artist definitely had issues with women.

Let's say the theft and the burning was a political statement.

Then there's a lot of suspects on this petition.

Yes, but one we know in particular.

- Sherri Stipes. - Excuse me?

You think I would stoop to destroy

that pathetic artefact of Western sexual stereotypes?

You have a police record

for lighting a men's room trashcan on fire.

Before I joined EmpowHERment,

I was unfocused,

but now, I channel that energy into communication.

OK. Well, let's communicate, then.

Did you know that Emily Tan was going to steal

the president's portrait? - She did that? Wow.

Those Delta Iota Phis really put one in the books this time.

Why are you collecting dirt on Delta Iota Phi while pretending

you want to join? - I'm writing an exposé.

Can the sorority system be re-imagined through the feminine gaze

versus upholding outmoded conventions imposed

by a patriarchal system? - Good luck with that.

Three years ago, I would've stole that dumb comic

and burned it immediately as a statement.

Now that you mention it,

why didn't the thief burn it immediately?

Why wait two days?

You're a private eye?

- Yeah. - Oh, man.

So you're not...

investing in comics at all?

Right now, there's only one comic I'm interested in.

Right.

The ones I usually examine are in much better shape.

Luckily, there were a few small fragments left.

Enough to make a determination?

Uh, yeah.

Off the bat,

the burn is too slow. Back then,

comics were printed on pulp paper, the cheapest grade.

So it should've burned much faster?

Mm. Also, in the fifties, it was all four-colour printing.

So I did a quick liquid chromatology test,

and the ink residue, in the ash...

it contains more colours.

So the burned comic was a fake?

The real one is still out there?

Why pretend to destroy

a priceless comic book? - 'Cause if it's destroyed,

the thief probably figures

people will stop looking for it.

People like you two.

It would take the heat off while he tried to unload it.

What're you two working on? - Angie's been looking

for somebody named Eugene Henry, or Henry Eugene,

enrolled in school.

Except I can't find him anywhere.

But I do know that Tiffany was lying about not having a boyfriend.

Maybe he uses an alias? To keep their texts secret.

All I know is that every time I type in the search,

the computer auto-corrects me to Eugene Henri, with an "i".

As in, French?

Yeah...

As in, the French artist?

"Eugene Henri Paul Gauguin".

- Amazing. - Why, what is it?

It means we know who the boyfriend is.

Sorry, Professor. I can't believe

I left my laptop in your class. - It's not a problem.

I can totally let you in the room. - Thank you.

By the way, that chapter six is lit.

Thanks.

Not only was this scumbag sleeping with his student,

he also set another one up.

No one's gonna believe us unless we find some evidence.

Shade.

It's the sweatshirt that he wore when he set off the fire alarm.

The guy at the comic store said to find out

if he's been on the dark web.

Passwords.

So...

the professor is sleeping with a sorority girl in secret.

During some pillow talk,

she brags about the pledge prank.

He sees an opportunity to steal the comic

without getting his hands dirty.

Two million dollars would make a nice severance package.

The professor was just denied tenure.

But he said he was going on sabbatical?

Mm-hmm.

You in?

Yep. Gauguin's birth date.

Men are so predictable.

Some men.

Alright. Click on NOIRNET.

"NOIRNET.

The dark web browser for all your nefarious needs".

And there's his user name.

"Professor Morry Arty".

Come on, Everett. The game is afoot.

Morry Arty took the bait with a winning bid of 2 million dollars.

into this cash.

So we shorted him 1.975 mil', it's the thought that counts.

Hey, folks. Just curious...

You do know that purchasing stolen goods

off the dark web is a crime, right?

OK, guys.

I've got ten more minutes and then I gotta get out of here.

He'll show, don't worry.

Just remember, you need him to take the money.

Oh, and Mr. Shade?

that comic back in pristine condition.

Yeah. I got it, Liam. Emily's entire future is riding on this.

And Sir?

If this black bag goes sideways,

I need to tell you something.

It's not gonna go sideways, Liam.

I know, I just...

wanted to say that...

...even though I'd really like Jules to come to Munro,

I'm not pressuring her.

and I'll respect whatever decision she makes.

Aww.

Aww.

You know. Just in case.

Are you kidding me?

Nothing is going to happen to me. Can we just stay focused?

Here comes Morry Arty.

Show me.

Yeah.

Your turn, now.

Why'd you pick here at the university to meet?

Your dark net handle was Professor Morry Arty.

I thought it made sense.

Huh.

So you're a collector?

That's right.

So I imagine you're gonna want to inspect this first?

Yeah.

I would like to inspect it.

Danica. I've got eyes on the comic.

Anything...

in particular you'd be looking for?

Anything in particular

I'm looking for, you say?

Check for creases on the cover, wear on the spine.

Creases on the cover. Wear in the spine.

Now I'm gonna smell it.

Smells like old pine.

That's the four-colour ink in yellowing newsprint.

and the old newsprint.

Modern ink has a crisper scent. - Very good.

You know your stuff.

five pages a day. - Did you know...

the artist was pumping out five pages a day?

That's when Cruz developed his signature style.

Mm-hmm. It's authentic.

It's been graded. So...

We're done here. - What about the--

- What the hell is that? - Danica?

We're on our way.

- What's going on here? - Dammit.

Police, freeze!

Police, freeze!

I got it!

- Nice catch! - Stop right there!

- Stop him! - I got him. Batter up!

- Hey! - Hold it right there!

- OK, OK. - Nice to see you again,

Eugene Henry.

You...

Thanks guys, we'll take it from here.

Yeah. Yeah.

What's happening? - It's all good, Liam.

We got the comic.

And Professor Bryan?

Oh, let's just say... he's been schooled.

So, after the controversy,

the university is not keeping Iron Mantis.

The dean decided to sell it

to a certain comic expert, to help raise scholarship money.

He also mentioned that Professor Bryan would be facing harsh discipline

for sleeping with a student

if he wasn't already going to jail.

But you, young lady, are free and clear!

Just promise us, no more pranks! - I promise!

Thank you so much. Without your help,

I wouldn't have a future. - Thank you, Angie. Thanks, Dad.

Yeah, see, your old man still has a few tricks up his sleeve.

So do you still want to be a Delta Iota Phi after all this?

I think I'm over the whole sorority thing.

I think I'm just gonna focus on my grades.

Wise words, young lady.

- Subtle, Dad. - Thanks so much.

Bye. - Bye.

I gotta go, too.

Did Oink invite you to a toga party?

Wouldn't you like to know.

♪ Around, I don't know why

First off, we are so excited

that you've been accepted at Munro--

And your mother and I know that we may have been...

slightly... overly--

Protective, pushy--

I might've gone with overly involved--

But I know you guys love me, and I love you

even when you drive me crazy... but I just think

I need a little more time to figure out what I want.

You're right, honey.

You're almost 18 years old,

and you are a mature, responsible...

remarkable young lady.

- And we are both so damn proud of you... - Aww.

...which is why we think

that it's time you moved out.

And we think the coach house, out back,

may be the perfect first apartment for you.

Wait, you're serious?

They look serious.

Think of it as a transitional stage for all of us.

- Yeah. - You have the coolest parents.

- Thank you, Liam. - This'll be great.

I'll help you decorate.

- Cool! Let's go check it out. - OK!

♪ No looking back at it now

Aww, aren't they cute?

My God, what have we done?

Oh, hey. This is way better.

Trust me.

Now she won't have to sneak out to go stay at Liam's dorm.

She what?

OK. And now, welcome to the exciting world

of civil law versus tort law.

Fasten your seatbelts because after today...

♪ Maybe you'll figure it out

♪ There's no looking back at it now ♪

♪ Maybe it's all for the ride

♪ I don't know why

♪ 'Cause it's so far away

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