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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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