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♪ Way back

♪ I was steppin' with another

♪ Then you walked into my life

♪ One look, and my heart was undercover

♪ It was gone... ♪

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! WHOA!

It won't do the one job it's supposed to. It's broken.

I'll get it fixed! Take your headphones off!

Oh. Dark roast Americano, right?

What? It wasn't working.

I pressed every button. Interesting button.

OK, when I said I wanted a new coffee maker,

I meant the exact same one I had before.

But this one...

mimics pour-over,

so the grounds are perfectly saturated.

Plus it heats the water to 169 degrees,

the ultimate temperature for making a cup of coffee.

AND it has a frother.

I like my coffee un-frothed.

Are you sure you're not just...

tired from being out on another date

with your rock-star boyfriend? I guess he's forgiven you

for ignoring him in high school. Oh, he's forgiven me, all right.

What about you? How was your date with Jada yesterday?

Oh, wait. Let me guess -

ice cream on a park bench at two in the afternoon.

It was noon. We enjoyed a light lunch.

What is with the lunches? Take her out for a nice dinner already.

I plan to. We've just both been busy, that's all.

Hi there. Hi.

Can we help you? Um, I don't know.

I've never done anything like this before.

Oh...

Thank you. I haven't had my morning cup yet.

You're welcome. OK.

My husband is hiding something from me.

$52,580, to be exact.

It went missing from our savings account.

Did you ask him about it? He said he invested it in stocks

for our retirement, but he keeps forgetting to show me any paperwork.

Money always leaves a paper trail. I'm sure we can find it for you.

There's more. It's embarrassing.

Anything you say here is confidential.

He's been acting strange.

One moment, he's loving. The next, he barely looks at me.

He doesn't sleep. I find him awake

in the middle of the night, just staring.

The other day, he came home smelling like an ashtray.

He doesn't even smoke.

I mean, his whole thing is openness and honesty.

Well, both of those can be hard sometimes.

No, you don't understand.

"Open and honest" is Rohan's catchphrase.

Your husband has a catchphrase? Uh...

Is your husband Dr Rohan Love?

He is, yes.

Who? Dr Love's Power Hour,

56.3 FM.

He wrote a book on modern couples therapy.

Please, you'll find out what he's hiding?

Sure. Solving mysteries is what we do.

Consider that OUR catchphrase.

♪ 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

♪ Cos you can't escape my...

♪ Private eyes

♪ They're watching you

♪ Private eyes

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

♪ Watching you ♪

$52,580.

A number that specific must be easy to match.

Zoe, what can you tell us about his radio show?

So Dr Love's Power Hour is a daily column therapy show

where people call in to ask for advice.

But my favourite episodes are when he brings a couple

into the studio, usually on the brink of a breakup,

and does a live therapy session. I'll show you.

Is it recorded? And streamed online.

Oh, this is a good one.

Emily has cancer, and while she's at home,

recovering from chemo, she develops a shopping addiction.

She spends all of her and her wife's savings.

Meanwhile, Jess...

she feels emotionally trapped because she can't be mad at Emily

cos, you know, well, cancer.

Seems so intrusive, so...voyeuristic.

1,000%. It's amazing!

Jessie, how does it make you feel

when you hear Emily talk about - her spending addiction? - Awful.

I feel like I'm not allowed to be mad at her because she's so sick.

Oftentimes, we set aside our feelings

because we're comparing them to others,

but the key is to always communicate.

Be authentic with how you're feeling, what you're doing.

Communicate?! Be authentic?

This guy needs to practise what he preaches.

Oh...

Would you two stop it?

Vulnerability always gets to me.

Wow. OK. Um...

I am a well-known radio host and a psychologist.

- What do I need that 52 - K can buy?

And what about the mood swings? Didn't Meera say

he's been a different guy the last couple of weeks?

Is there anyone down at the station that he's close with?

Oh, Trash Williams.

His show is on right after Dr Love,

and the two of them have this on-air rivalry.

He's your basic middle-aged broski.

What does that even mean? You, basically,

but less fussy.

Is this still about the coffee maker?

Maybe Trash Williams has some intel he'd like to share.

Maybe he knows something about Rohan's work life

that Meera's in the dark about. What's his show?

Trash Talk Sports Thrown Down.

The Trash Talk Sports Thrown Down is live with your host,

Trash Williams!

And a very surprise special guest,

Matt - The Shadow - Shade.

Thanks for having me. Hey. Stoked, man.

Puck bros for life? Yeah.

Hmm.

What went wrong?

Looking for something? Rohan Love!

I mean, sorry, um, Dr Love. I've actually been looking for you.

Hmm. Here I am.

I'm... Matt Shade's publicist.

Mm-hm. Not a fan of sports.

Well, me neither, but I am a fan of yours, though.

You helped me through my last breakup.

That's terrific. Sorry.

Are you, uh, moving?

Can I help you with something?

No. But maybe I can help you with something.

See, as a publicist, it's my job to pay close attention

to...public image.

And I couldn't help but notice that, you know,

there's been a shift in your persona recently.

Even a small change can crash and burn a career.

My job is to put out fires before they become...

bigger fires. Think about your listeners,

your loyal fans. I mean, they need you.

Well, the old you.

You can tell me. What's going on?

Hmm.

I appreciate your concern. I don't need a publicist. Excuse me.

We're talking more with Matt Shade

about how the game has changed for the softer when we get back.

'It's Dr Love.

What's really important is you talk about your feelings.'

'Boo-hoo! Call your mama!'

'..is you talk about your feelings.' Boo-hoo!

'Talk about your feelings.' 'Boo-hoo!

Don't be a baby! Tune in at one to talk with Trash Williams

on the Trash Talk Sports Throw Down.'

Oh. That's pretty harsh towards Dr Love.

It's all for show. He comes after me, I box back.

It's ratings gold.

We used to be pretty tight. Used to be? What happened?

Locker room code of silence?

He thinks he's God's gift to relationships, right?

But dude's on his third wife.

Oh. That's not something the Love Doctor advertises.

Right?! I mean, it'd tank his ratings,

which haven't been great lately

because he's been a real jerk to his callers.

If he's not careful, he's gonna get ejected from the game.

Anyway, what's up with your publicist?

She's got a really nice smile.

Yeah, she's taken.

2pm smoke break. Wow.

He really keeps to his schedule.

Hey. Hey. I just got out. Where are you?

The corner of Richmond and Spadina.

I'm following Rohan. I got a pic of his schedule.

How'd it go with Trash?

He said Love's tanking at work.

And he's got secrets, like Meera being his third wife.

Love's not so lucky in love.

She might just be his third ex-wife soon.

He's got a dinner date scheduled for tonight,

and my hunch is it's not with her.

I can't get to you. Damn traffic.

Oh, that's fine. I'll just follow him by myself.

You sure? Yeah. I'll meet you later.

Councilwoman. Your signature.

It's worth a fortune, I hear.

I'm serious, Don. You're one of the last holdouts

on my petition to rejuvenate the Gardenview Parkette.

And as a local business owner, I need your signature.

You're rejuvenating nothing.

You're turning all the green space into parking lots and condos.

I'm telling you, I am NOT signing that thing.

You wanna stand in the way of progress? Fine.

The Red Bird might not be long for this world anyway.

Whatever you say, Marcy.

Have a nice day.

Who was that? That is a local councillor

who's a real pain in my... you-know-what.

Every few months, she comes up with a new idea

to "modernise" the neighbourhood.

Yeah, but the Gardenview was planted specifically

to attract bees and other pollinators.

Why would she want to destroy it?

Maybe she's allergic.

She doesn't care about anything but herself

and retaining that tiny little slim piece of power.

Maybe there's something we can do.

Oh, there's something we can do!

Muffins. I'm in the mood.

Blueberry sound good?

Sure, Grandpa. All right.

We can do more than muffins.

I knew you'd say that.

Zoe, will you make a note that I am definitely not a broski?

Jada! Hey! Oh!

I wanted to surprise you with lunch. But you weren't here.

So your assistant got lucky.

Listen, as much as I appreciate these impromptu day dates,

I cannot wait to take you out for a proper meal.

Oh, you're just trying to get me drunk, so I spill the dirt on Angie.

Oh, I've got all the dirt on her that I need.

I knew her as a rebellious teenager.

She's still a rebellious teenager.

Seriously, though, I've got one week left

of dreaded parent-teacher interviews, and then I am all yours.

I just... I wanted to make that clear.

Hmm. No, that's not really clear enough.

No? Mm-mm.

What could I do to get that message across?

Oh, I'm sure we can come up with something.

Is that your phone buzzing?

It's most definitely his phone. It's probably Angie.

Angie and I have a work thing tonight.

I should probably get home and prep. Sorry.

No! Go. Go. It's... This wasn't planned, so...

All right. Well, date night soon.

You, me, fancy restaurant, a good bottle of wine?

I can't wait.

Excellent choice. Are we celebrating anything special this evening?

A quiet night without work. I got shot and survived.

Wonderful.

To...

seizing the day. A peaceful evening.

What you said.

They seem cosy. Real cosy.

Let's see if Zoe Chow can put a name to this mystery woman.

So Dr Love's having an affair.

Maybe...in-person therapy for a regular caller?

(Looks like a pretty hands-on approach to therapy,

don't you think?)

- Hey, hey! - Hey! Are you still trying to hack into that flash drive?

No luck yet. But you know me - I love a good challenge.

Great! Well, then, I challenge you not to freak out at the picture

I just texted you.

Who dis? That would be the mystery woman

that Dr Love is currently on a date with.

But Meera's the love of his life!

That's not Meera. I hate Not Meera.

Let's try and figure out her real name.

Oh, one more thing?

And you're not gonna like this either.

We need you to look into his two ex-wives.

No. Mm-mm. I refuse to believe.

I hate to burst your bubble, but it might be worth a follow-up.

Speaking of following... Zoe, I'll call you back.

I love you so much.

Thank you. OK.

Thank you.

Seriously.

Did you see that? Rohan, get down!

Deep breaths. Deep breaths.

I'm fine. I'm fine. Damn it. We blew our cover.

Someone just tried to kill Dr Love.

Are you sure you're OK? You were pretty shook up last night.

All good. Do you have the bullet?

I mean, it's understandable.

It's the first gunshot you heard since you got shot yourself.

It's OK to freak out. I didn't freak out!

OK, yeah. Maybe a little. Hey, it's normal.

I know you're tough. Oh, Angie! Matt!

OK. Can somebody just tell me what's going on?

Dr Love. Hi.

Uh, wasn't expecting you.

I wasn't expecting my wife to hire private investigators,

Miss Publicist

I couldn't keep it from him, not if we're getting the cops involved.

We're not getting the cops involved.

Dr Love, with all due respect, this is a little more serious

than we initially thought. Your life is clearly in danger.

And what is it that you initially thought?

This is just a misunderstanding between me and my wife.

I still can't believe

you went behind my back without - even speaking to me. - I tried,

but you're lying about where that money went,

where you go at night, why your mood swings are so wild.

Stop gaslighting me! I wish you would just trust me.

Here it is. Thanks.

I love your show. Hate that you're a target.

I'm not a target.

Well, can you think of any reason anyone might want you dead?

Have you noticed anyone following you around?

No-one's been following me,

other than these two right here.

They're the reason why my phone is broken.

OK.

Angie, did you see anyone following him yesterday?

I was out for a stroll, when you were taking your smoke break.

I knew you were smoking! Who even are you?

Let's all just calm down. Meena, can you please go to the car?

I promise I'll tell you everything.

Sweetheart, please.

Rohan, you need to talk to us.

Meena suffers from chronic anxiety,

and all you're doing is feeding into it.

So back off.

And that bullet - it's a stray.

You need to find the person who's been toying around with a gun.

But THIS case is closed.

He doesn't say that. I say that.

And this case is definitely not closed.

My spidey senses are tingling.

Same. Yeah. We know what we saw.

Somebody took a shot at that guy.

I'll take this bullet to the lab and hope it gives us something to go on.

So Dr Love makes a huge payment, then almost gets shot.

The two have to be connected.

What do we know about his ex-wives?

One lives in Miami, the other in Berlin.

That'd be a pretty far-travelling bullet.

Besides, I have new intel.

The mystery woman?

When you sent me that pic, I thought I recognised her.

I did some research this morning. Mystery woman

is Dr Love's former co-host from a few years ago.

Whitney Wu, sensational sexpert.

Oh, wouldn't be the first time two co-workers fell for each other.

Yeah.

Uh, one other thing.

While I was digging around, I found out that

a lot of Dr Love's fans are really angry at him.

Like revenge-level angry?

Maybe. @thehappylovebug has been going off.

There's a huge anti-Dr Love storm brewing,

and Love Bug, AKA Deanne, is in the eye of it.

It seems like she's upset about his change in attitude.

Yep. Apparently, he went from being positive to nihilistic,

being negative, not listening any more.

Yeah, Trash Williams mentioned that too.

But what does that have to do with the missing money?

"Dr Love should take his so-called advice

and crawl into a dark hole and die."

For the name Happy Love Bug, she's got a lot of anger.

Yeah. So who do you want?

Angry tweeter or sexpert? I'll take the angry tweeter.

The last thing I need is someone - poking around my love life. - Noted.

And I'll keep trying to hack this flash drive.

I just need to figure out a password of 20 random numbers and letters.

What? I'm getting close.

I'm so relieved you called.

It's about time the world knew what a fraud Dr Love is.

How many hits did you say your blog gets?

Our numbers are way up there. But I wanna hear YOUR story.

What did Dr Love do to YOU?

Well, I mean...

the problem is what he stopped doing.

I have been loyal to Dr Love for years.

I call him weekly. I tell him my deepest, darkest secrets.

And a couple of weeks ago, this man completely turned on his flock.

Yeah. I've heard the rumours.

His bedside manner has no manners. Write that down.

And you know what he told me? He told me,

"Shut up or break up because nothing matters in the end."

Yeah. That IS harsh.

Ten years I've been with my husband -

he still won't deal with his snoring.

I am chronically sleep deprived and I have tried the melatonin thing.

OK, we can't communicate, you know? Mm-hm.

I suspect you're very good at hiding your truth,

even from yourself.

Actually, my truth right now is that my therapist has become uncaring.

His advice is borderline dangerous.

If he should be reported, you can let me know. This is a safe space.

When did you last see him?

I don't exactly see him.

He's on the radio.

Do you mean Dr Rohan Love?

I do. Do you know him?

I was a guest co-host for years,

but left to do my doctorate.

Actually, I saw him last night.

Like on a date? Oh! God, no!

Platonic since the day we met.

I lay awake at night just wondering why he suddenly became such a jerk.

And yet I'm terrified of what I'd do without my therapy hour.

It's hard to know what somebody might be dealing with

behind closed doors. And you wouldn't lose your call-in therapy,

even without Dr Love.

What do you mean - without Dr Love?

Is he leaving the show?

Oh, my God, he is, isn't he?

Even if Dr Love was, let's say, retiring -

and I'm not officially saying that -

I'm certain he'd give the reins to someone he trusts.

Like you? I can't say.

Well, if he is retiring,

and I'm not officially asking,

then... why would he keep it a secret?

Let's leave Rohan aside and focus on Angie.

If you're calling Dr Love,

can I assume it's about a romantic relationship?

We're just business partners.

Um...sorry.

Uh...people assume that about us.

Me and my business partner. Do you two get along?

Yeah. Yeah.

What if you try and it doesn't work out

and then you destroy everything that was good in the first place?

I always say...

..if you wonder about something,

and you wonder for a while,

it's probably because it's not the worst idea.

And with that, he sealed his fate.

And he needs to be cancelled

because he is a disgrace to his profession.

Is that enough?

Did you get all that down? Yes.

Yes, I did. OK.

Well, send me the link when it's posted...

and I'll tweet it out.

Thanks again. Thank you.

Hey, how'd it go with Deanne? Did she spill anything?

She spilled, all right. I barely got two words in edgewise,

but she's harmless.

She's mad at Love for being a bad listener.

What did Whitney say?

It turns out Rohan's leaving the show.

He's tapped Whitney to replace him.

I'm not surprised, though. That woman is impressive.

So neither Deanne nor Whitney is a threat to Rohan's life,

which begs the question -

what the hell is going on?

Hey! Hey!

Hey. Zack!

I totally forgot that you were coming over tonight.

Um, we...

We still have some work to finish.

Yeah, it's cool.

I brought some food and some beer.

There's more than enough for everyone.

Thank you! Ah.

You don't mind? More the merrier.

Thanks. Yeah.

Thanks.

Ahem. Um, Danica called.

The bullet's unmarked. That's another dead end.

Not quite.

I hacked into Love's flash drive.

It's actually a Bitcoin wallet. Look...

He deposited four and a half bitcoins

the same day he withdrew the 52,580.

The conversion works out.

Then he transferred it to someone else. Can we find out who?

This kind of cryptocurrency transaction is impossible to trace.

Huh. Untraceable bullet, untraceable payment.

Looks like Dr Love's involved in something illegal.

Something from Meera.

It's a life insurance policy she found in Love's home office.

Oh, my God. Shade...

Double payment for unnatural death or murder.

So the wife did it.

She hired someone to murder him for the money, right?

If she hired us, why would she send us incriminating material?

Part of her cover? Maybe they're working together.

We're missing something. Let's focus on what we know.

We know that someone is trying to kill Dr Love.

We know that because of the untraceable bullet.

And we also know that he doesn't seem to care.

He's been acting weird for two weeks

plus he has a secret exit plan from his radio show.

We know the untraceable payment came from him

and now we have this new insurance information.

He hired someone to murder him for the insurance money.

Did Dr Love hire his own hitman?

Holy crap!

Oh, hey! That's my handsome face.

And it screams "trustworthy".

"Vote Don." Why?

You're going to win Councilwoman Marcy Dodd's

soon-to-be-up-for-grabs city council spot.

OK. Funny prank. Thanks, guys.

It's not a prank! It's not a prank. Just listen.

Jules has a whole plan.

Marcy's term is almost over. The vote is in six weeks.

She's running against such a sad roster of people

that her win is inevitable. That means four more years of her

pushing you and everything good about this neighbourhood out.

Guys, I can't run for City Council. I'm not qualified.

You've lived here your entire life.

You own a beloved local business.

And most importantly -

you care about this community. How's that for qualified?

OK. But who's even gonna vote for me?

I'd vote for you. Thank you.

You talk to every person that comes in here.

You like hearing about their stories and they like you.

Plus you drive around in a truck that literally has your name on it.

OK.

But it's expensive to run a campaign.

I don't have that kind of cash flow.

Well, welcome to crowdfunding, Grandpa.

We've created an online petition to help gather support.

And we've gotten 40 signatures in an hour.

That's some impressive growth.

40? In an hour?

You can save the Gardenview Parkette

and stop whatever coffee chain monstrosity

that probably paid off Councilwoman Dodd.

Think about it, OK? This is your chance to be a hero.

Are you seriously boycotting the new coffee maker already?

You haven't even read the manual.

You shouldn't need a manual to make a coffee.

Anyhow... I spoke with Meera this morning,

and she's keeping an eye on Rohan.

Except we're not even sure this is a murder for hire.

This is definitely a murder for hire.

I went down a scary rabbit hole,

- researching what 52 - K can buy you on the dark web.

And the answer is a lot of disturbing things.

But I did find a price list for hitmen,

and you'll never guess how much a murder costs.

$52,000. Give or take 580.

I talked to Danica, and the cops have been monitoring

dark web crime activity, including a string of murders.

If only we knew - when the hit was gonna happen. - Mm.

Wait for it.

Take a look at Dr Love's calendar.

There's nothing scheduled after today,

almost like he's not planning on being here.

So the hitman has a deadline. Regardless, we are talking about

sniper rifles and professional killers.

Maybe we should step back and let the police take this one.

No. Meera trusted us with this. OK.

Zoe, see if you can pull up Dr Love's schedule

for the past two weeks. Maybe we can see something out of the ordinary.

OK... Look.

Two weeks before the 52,000 goes missing,

Rohan has a doctor's appointment. Migraines.

Maybe he got some bad news from the doc.

News that made him do something drastic.

All of a sudden I'm not feeling so hot.

We'd better get you to the doctor.

Hi, there. Hi. Do you have an appointment?

Not yet, but...

Ohh! I've got this pain in my chest.

Oh. Oh, is that bad?

Sir! Help! Help!

Sir? Agh!

OK. Sir, breathe.

I can smell toast. Cinnamon toast.

Oh, is that normal? Hold him still.

Dr Nydoo!

Oh, I can see stars...

I don't know what happened.

The pain just pierced through my chest.

That's when I ended up on the floor.

It felt like getting slammed into the boards.

Hockey player? Yeah, years ago.

Hmm. Any kind of sports-related injuries can have a lasting effect

and show up later in life. Oh.

Well, I appreciate you seeing me.

You came highly recommended by Rohan Love.

Rohan? I've been trying to reach him.

Oh, yeah? Well, he broke his phone.

I'd be happy to pass along a message.

Doctor-patient confidentiality. Right.

But, please, tell him to call me as soon as possible.

Yeah, sure thing.

You can undress. I'll do a full exam.

Um...

I don't know what you did, Doc, but I feel like a new man.

I didn't do anything. Well, those hands work miracles.

Amazing performance, Meryl. Thank you.

I did take her masterclass.

What's this?

"Brain metastasis in right hemisphere."

Love has a brain tumour.

Wait. Hold on.

Over here, it says,

"Technical error," and there's a reprint.

OK. This is from this morning, and...

"Patient clear."

No brain tumour?

That's why Dr Nydoo was trying to get ahold of him.

Love hasn't heard the good news yet.

He's been walking around, thinking he's dying

of a brain tumour that doesn't exist.

If he believes he's a dead man...

why not go the extra mile for double the insurance money?

He paid $50,000 to ensure that

Meera was left with a hell of - a lot more than that. - Yeah.

Love did it for love.

Hey, Meera. Is everything OK?

Rohan is gone. I was doing dishes, and the next thing I know,

he was just...he wasn't there!

OK. Just stay calm. Um...

Does he have GPS in his vehicle?

Yeah. Yes, he does. I didn't even think of that.

OK. Log into your system and send us the coordinates.

Stay where you are. We're on this.

There's definitely a hitman out there trying to finish the job.

Or a hitwoman. Because women don't try to finish the job.

They get the job done.

That's Love's car.

Dr Love!

Hey! Angie.

Stop!

I knew it was hitwoman.

I'll drive around the other side.

There's been a misunderstanding! We wanna call off the hit!

Rule number one - always finish the job.

Really?! Come on!

What the hell?

Did you see that?

Us not catch the woman that's trying to kill our client's husband?

Yeah. I caught a glimpse. What are you guys doing here?

Stop following me and stay away!

We know you hired a contract killer.

And you did it to get double the insurance money.

You guys are gonna ruin everything!

No! We're saving you.

Your brain tumour was a technical error.

Your scans came back clear.

Your doctor's been trying to call you all day.

My phone - I didn't bother replacing it.

Wait. So this means...

You're not dying. At least, not from a brain tumour.

You need to cancel that hit.

You don't understand. I can't.

Does anyone have a cigarette?

No.

Addiction happens so quickly. I started smoking two weeks ago.

I guess I need to focus on quitting.

You need to focus on calling off your hit!

Is there a number you could call or an email maybe?

It's no use.

They called me from a blocked number just once.

There's no way to contact them.

Makes sense. The whole point of a hit is to be untraceable.

What's done is done.

What were your specific instructions?

That I had to be alone...

so no-one would be traumatised by witnessing the hit

and that it had to happen before midnight on Friday.

As in tonight?!

I wanted it to happen before the tumour sent me into a coma.

You'd lose the double insurance.

Well, as long as one of us stays by your side,

we should be able to keep you safe.

Hey, Zoe.

'Guys! I need you here, right now!'

I only stepped out to eat lunch. Time for a new licence plate,

Shade 17. My laptop's gone,

the Bitcoin wallet, all the files on this case.

Smart. She wanted to make sure she took any information on her we had.

She could be watching us right now.

Or she could be anywhere.

Uh...where's Dr Love?

He's at the Red Bird. My dad's keeping an eye on him.

We should get out of here. Zoe, go home.

On the plus side, the coffee maker - you hate is busted. - What?!

I might've hated that coffee maker, but that was mine to destroy.

Tell Danica we're on our way.

Let's go. We're taking my car.

See if Danica found anything on the gun.

So you're all potentially in danger now

because you DID hire a hit on yourself via the dark web?

Yes.

OK...

Can we help you find something?

Do either of you have change for the vending machine?

I need sugar.

People in general don't like being lied to, Dr Love,

and the police are no exception.

Well, you're absolutely right

in feeling deceived, angry, you know.

Actually, this isn't about feelings.

This is about misleading the police about a very dangerous woman

attached to a string of murders.

Sweet or salty?

Sweet. Salty.

Whatever you like.

Yeah.

I also feel it's worth mentioning

that hiring a hitman is an indictable offence.

Am I under arrest? No, not yet.

Where are you going?

I'm just going to the bathroom. Not alone, you're not.

The deadline for the hit is in a couple of hours.

Do you all really need to be here?

Yes. Because you can't be left alone and we need to figure out a plan.

We have to get to the hitwoman before she gets to us.

And we need to do that before tonight.

That's not enough time to get a taskforce together, but -

given the circumstances - if you could help with a sting?

Yeah, of course we'll help. Let's teach this hitwoman a thing or two.

What are you gonna teach her?

How to roast a perfect coffee bean?

It's a woman with a sniper rifle.

We need to get her somewhere where she can't use her gun.

True. You can't be a sniper in a tight space.

Trust me, I tried. It did not go well.

I can think of one place.

We can lure her there with Dr Love. Whoa, whoa! Hold on a second.

I thought we were all here to put me in protective custody,

not put me in the same place as my killer.

You know, the sooner you finish, the sooner we can get started.

That's right, folks.

It's Dr Love.

I'm here late-night style, no guests.

Just you and I, my listeners,

to whom I owe an apology.

I haven't been myself lately.

Two weeks ago...

I received some dire medical news, which, um...

well, frankly, it scared me.

And I let that fear take over.

I assumed I knew what was best for my wife and I

without even talking to her.

She's my third wife, by the way.

I don't wanna hide that any more.

Another assumption I made was...

you, my faithful listeners, would...

..well, that you would judge me on my past failures.

Again, I let fear drive me,

and I hurt our relationship.

Meera is the love of my life.

A love I almost squandered...

..because I made assumptions based out of fear.

The thing is...

I'm not afraid any more.

Arh!

Are you OK? Freeze!

You sure taught her.

Stop! You're under arrest for the attempted murder of Rohan Love!

OK, well, you don't have to show off.

Stop! There's nowhere to go!

Is she going to jump?

No, she's sliding down.

I regret quitting gymnastics right about now.

They'll never catch her. Not like that.

But we can. She'll have to go round the side of the building. Come on.

What did you do with my partner who's afraid of heights?

She decided to trust herself.

Now, shut up and jump. OK.

Agh!

Oh!

Rule number one - always finish the job.

Don't worry. They've got state- of-the-art gyms in federal prison.

Thanks for your help, Danica.

You're the ones who jumped off a roof. Thank you.

This arrest will give closure to a whole string of murders.

You hear that sound? Mm. Water in my ear.

That's the sound of my promotion.

I'm going to go talk to Dr Love

about my relationship problems with my mother.

Dare I ask?

I'll be good as new in no time. Speaking of new,

we need a new coffee maker. I'll go pick one up in the morning.

No, you won't. We'll be doing that together.

How about a towel? Can I get you one of those?

Yes, please. This one - smells like lake scum. - No kidding.

This is so exciting. Whoa!

Wow! Really slick.

Maybe a little too slick?

Can't go back now, Grandpa.

Liam's at home sorting the other three boxes we ordered.

I guess I'm all in, then.

You know, what you're doing, it's so important.

Well, saving a park isn't exactly...

changing the world. What do you mean? Of course it is.

Change happens one small step at a time.

And I couldn't have taken any of those steps without you, sweetie.

Well, stick with me, Grandpa. They might even name a bench after you.

Oh, look at this!

Welcome back to Dr Love's Power Hour.

Rohan is safe, thanks to the two of you. I'm so grateful.

It's our pleasure. He seems happy.

I'm going to be taking some time off,

but I don't want you to worry, dear listeners.

You'll be in the very capable hands

of relationship expert and sex therapist, Dr Whitney Wu.

Glad to be back in the booth, Rohan. And I'm thrilled to hear it.

And I want to give a very special shout out

to the Everett and Shade Agency

for getting me out of a very difficult predicament.

I just met them. Great couple.

Hello, listeners. Let me tell you a little bit about myself.

I have been a therapist for nine years,

and I am all about open communication

with your loved ones, especially when it comes to...

I know. Hey, Doc.

Um...from my fan club.

Keep you safe while you're cleaning up the highway.

Thanks, Trash. Hey, seriously, uh,

barbeque at my place this weekend? Yeah. Yeah. We'll be there.

So you start community service tomorrow.

Yeah. 300 hours.

Better than prison and...

I don't know, I think it'll be good for me.

At least you're still alive.

You can say that again. Yeah.

We're both so relieved. So are we.

The world shouldn't be deprived of Dr Love.

♪ Tomorrow, tomorrow...

I know we said we would do this together,

but...ta-da!

The same model as my old one.

Now, THAT I can assemble myself.

It comes assembled.

I knew that. I meant plug it in.

Thank you.

I guess I shouldn't have assumed

you would like that coffee maker I picked up.

I should have discussed it with you.

No, it's OK.

I need to work on my fear of new things. Gotta have trust.

Right? I think we do pretty well.

Yeah, we do.

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