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- How can you not love The Beach?

It's the best neighbourhood in the city.

Just ask anyone who lives here. - I can't believe

the irony of that is lost on you.

- I mean, Look around. It's like living in a small town.

Beautiful scenery, great schools, quaint cafés...

- Stroller convoys, yoga dress codes,

tiny dogs and their nosy owners...

- Hey! Nosy's good. Nosy's safe.

- You know what else is safe? Locks.

That we use in the rest of the city to keep out nosy people.

- Speaking of nosy, what was in that envelope

your father left you?

- A key? That's it? No message?

- Nope. I figured out it's for a safety deposit box.

- Why did your father keep a safety deposit box

out here in The Beach? - He didn't.

We're here for a client.

- Woah, hold on, time out. Your dad left you the key

to a mystery safety deposit box,

and you didn't hotfoot it down to the mystery bank?

You chose work? - Yeah, it's called

self-control. You develop it when you reach adulthood.

- It's called avoidance, and you develop it when you're

afraid of something. - Thanks, Dr. Freud,

but case first, bank later. - What do you think is in it?

- Your guess is as good as mine. - Uncut diamonds-- Wait...

Fake passports. No! A rare Pokémon.

- I was wrong; your guess is not as good as mine.

This is it. Zoe Chow, apartment 44.

- And why does she need private investigators?

- Don't you see..?

"It"?

The room has moved.

W... not the entire room, just the couch.

It used to be... over here.

- Is this a... feng shui thing?

- Because I'm Chinese? No.

Here, I have a perfect view of the beach.

A foot over this way,

and I don't have a perfect view of the beach.

- So you think someone broke into your apartment and...

moved your couch.

- It's not just my couch.

Someone touched my Inuit soapstone carving,

and Popo Chow's bunny salt and pepper shakers

more than once.

- And... when does it happen, this... touching?

- Always while I'm at work. - Does anyone else

have access to your apartment? Ex, relative,

former tenant... - My ex moved to Dubai.

I was hoping for further. I've lived here with my popo

until she died. And she was living here 25 years before that

and never gave out her key.

- Also, I hear noises. - What kind of noises?

- Squeaking. But only at night.

- Have you tried the police? - They won't take me seriously.

- Imagine that! - There was also the rat thing.

I woke up one night and they were crawling all over my living room.

I ran out to call our building manager, Tony Szyatowska...

when I came back... they were all gone.

- Do you have any evidence?

- Found a dead one. He's in the fridge. You wanna see it?

- Hm! I usually take my rats on multigrain, but...

- That's not mine. I don't eat gluten.

Someone must have switched it...

I know how this looks.

I'm telling the truth, I swear.

You have to help me.

Please.

- What was your building manager's name?

- What the hell was that about?- Not every case has to be

big and sexy. - I'm good with small,

I like small. I just don't like crazy.

- Maybe she's not crazy. - : Are you kidding?

That girl's got a one-way ticket on the Wackytown Express.

Her ticket is punched. - My Dad and I used to get

a case like this every once in a while. Common sense

says to walk away. But your gut tells you

this person needs help. - Oh, she needs help, alright.

- : If there's nothing to her story, we'll drop it.

Until then, we can build up the "Throw Matt Shade

through the Window" fund.

- Bruce Everett, box 3-3-6.

I'll leave you to it.

- Oh boy. I've been totally avoiding this moment.

- Whatever it is, Everett, I got your back.

Whoa...

That is so much better than a Pokémon.

- ♪♪ 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 ♪

- How the hell did your dad save up

eighty grand on a P.I. salary?

- He was always hiding money so my mom wouldn't

gamble it all away. Called it his "bowling fund".

Now I get why he was so bad at bowling.

- Still your dad must have loved you a lot to work that hard.

But eighty grand,

that's a game changer for us. We could redo the office,

hire staff, maybe do a TV spot--

- Whoa there, Shark Tank. This is a rainy day fund,

not your personal slush account. And why are you in such a hurry

to change everything? - You have to spend money

to make money. Tony?

- You are...? - Friends of Zoe Chow.

- Uh, young...

black hair, a titch OCD? - Yeah, that's her.

She thinks someone's been going into her apartment

while she's at work. - Zoe thinks a lot of things.

I'll look into it. - Same way you looked

into" her rat problem?

- I run a clean building. - Look,

we're just trying to help a friend. Is there

anything you can tell us that might ease her mind?

- My phone has been ringing off the hook with her stories

about crazy furniture and stuff inside the walls.

I'd be a little more sympathetic if she paid her rent.

- What do you mean? - She didn't tell you?

Figures. Her last cheque bounced. I called her

about it and she said she got dropped by her temp agency.

I guess they got tired of her lies too.

- We talked to Tony, he said

your temp agency let you go. - Yeah,

technically I got laid off. But it's temporary,

and sleep-related. Like I can't get any.

- What about our cheque? Is it gonna bounce too?

- I forgot to move money from my savings account.

I've been distracted. - Because of the voices.

- Noises. Squeaking.

- You think I'm crazy, seeing things.

- I think there are people out there better trained

to help you.

- Check this out. That's Shona Clement behind the counter,

the owner.

And... here comes Nick.

He owns the fruit stand next door.

She's gonna offer him a piece of coconut cream pie,

he's gonna refuse at first, then take it.

That guy, Hector, who just walked in? He's in apartment 51.

Single dad, two daughters.

His wife died a year ago,

but he orders lunches as if she's still alive.

And over there?

Mitzi. She steals creamers for her cat.

- How do you do that?

- I'm compulsively observant.

Most people don't even notice the little things,

but I file them away. Like when your favourite couch moves

eight inches. I didn't make that up.

I'm not makin' up the rats either.

- Did you say rats?

I had that damn exterminator in

a week ago, but they're back.

- Do you have rats too? - Cockroaches. But not

the usual kind, these suckers are big.

- Hey, you guys talking about the building?

- Yeah! Rats or roaches? - Neither. My pipes

keep bursting, five times now. Thanks.

- These guys are private investigators. They're gonna get

to the bottom of what's goin on. - If you can fix my electrical

issues, I'll shake a few bucks out of the old piggy bank.

- Me too. - I'm in.

Unless you'd prefer some other form of payment.

- All right, I'll grant you,

what's going on in that building is a little strange,

but Zoe didlie to us about her job.

- Would we have taken the case if she hadn't?

- You tell me. You're the one who hates it

when clients lie. What's different this time?

- "This is so you can take the cases

you want, not the cases you need."

- That's what the money's for?

- I guess my Dad was worried about how I'd keep

the agency afloat once he was gone.

I... I think this was his way

of taking care of me.

- That's nice. - I don't know

if anything's happening to Zoe or not, but it's clear she can't

handle it alone. None of them can. So...

This is one of the cases I want. - OK.

I'm with you, partner. So what's the next step?

- Take a right up here.

Let's go get some eyes and ears in that place.

- Ah... where's that seven?

Where's that seven?

Yeah... Oh!

- Is there a carnival in town? Or...

is this another career change? - I'm trying to improve

my memory, Dad. It's for a case.

- I guess the short-term memory gene skipped a generation.

- Now you're just showin' off.

- Well, it's nice to know I'm still good for something.

- What's that supposed to mean? - My company.

They made me a retirement offer. - That's great news!

- What's great about it? - Well, now you can finally

kick back! Relax!

A guy your age, you shouldn't have to work so hard.

- A guy my age? - Dad, all I'm saying is

maybe it's time to hang up your blades, let someone else

carry the load. - So now I'm obsolete.

- I didn't say that. You're lucky.

Now you get to find your second act.

- Thanks for the pep talk, son.

You know, it's amazing you didn't go into coaching

after your hockey career ended.

- You called your dad

obsolete? That's son of the year material.

- All I said was he should consider the offer.

He might enjoy the change. - Maybe he's happy with things

the way they are. - You got anything yet?

- Nah. I'm only a few hours in.

- You really think

this spy cam idea is gonna yield anything?

- At least if someone's screwing with her apartment, we'll have proof.

- What if it's the ghost of Grandma Chow?

- Wait, what's that? - I don't see anything.

- Not see, hear.

- Squeaking.

- That was the last one. We checked all the apartments

that share a wall with yours, Zoe. No squeaking.

- You said you heard it.

- Maybe it was just old pipes. - Or ductwork.

Is there a basement in this place?

- No. No. No way. You don't do heights. I don't do basements.

- Says the tough guy who played pro hockey for a living.

- In giant stadiums, with hundred-foot high ceilings!

- We're in "The Beach". How creepy could it possibly be?

OK, it's pretty creepy down here.

- : Redrum... - Stop that. Do you hear that?

- Sounds like it's coming from back there.

- Ugh!

- : What is that smell?

- Stay here.

Oh my God.

- Still think I'm making it up?

- Ooh! Are they on me? I feel like they're still on me.

- They were in cages. - OK.

Every one of your neighbours has a different issue.

- Water, heat, electricity-- - And rats. - Someone is running

a creepy campaign against everyone in the building.

- My money's on Tony. Lots of complaints, no action.

- But what's his angle?

- Maybe he's blockbusting. You know, trying to force

the tenants out so he can jack up the rent.

- Why move my furniture? - You're single, you live alone.

He's... he's trying to freak you out. First, the rats...

- And then with your fixation on detail.

- I like to think of it as a gift, but OK.

- It makes sense. The building is rent-controlled, he can't

just evict tenants without just cause. - Let's go.

- Oh, this I like. If Tony's

responsible, revenge is a dish best served right now!

- OK, thank you, we'll get right on it.

That was the city.

We're sixty days past due on our water bill.

- How did that happen? - I have no idea,

I put the invoices on your desk...

- Why, I didn't see them. - That's not surprising.

- Hey, I have a very specific filing system.

- Oh, what system is that? Gravity?

- Ha! At least I don't throw out important documents.

- That was one time! - It was a year's worth

of tax receipts.

- You two disagree a lot. - : No, we don't.

- What's the best part about your job?

- : The stakeouts. - : The chase.

- When you talk to a guy like Tony, who's the bad cop?

- : He is. - : She is.

- See what I mean? You're yin,

he's yang. What you need is a buffer.

- Got anyone in mind? - We're not hiring.

I'm so not the bad cop.

- OK,

you're staying here. We don't know how Tony's gonna react,

so just text if you see anything suspicious.

- I told you she was the bad cop.

- I don't know what to tell you;

- I'm just a facilities manager.

- With a creepy hobby involving rats and cockroaches.

- : I have no idea what you're talking about.

- Really? Because...

we took photos.

- I hope your lawyer's on speed dial.

- It's... not even my building. I don't own it.

- Then tell us who's trying to get rid of the tenants.

- You help us, we'll help you.

- I may have something...

Stay here, I'll be right back.

- Well played. - Is that the good cop talking?

- It's the only cop I do. You know, this reminds me

of the night the lights went out in the Forum.

Game seven-- - It's a text from Zoe.

"Tony has left the building".

How did he know you were gonna tell one of your hockey stories?

- I'll get the car, you go after him.

- Hey! Stop!

- Left. No-no-no-no, my left! - We're going

the same direction. How can your left be different than mine?

- Confession. I'm not really good under pressure.

- There he is!

- OK, go, go!

Don't worry 'bout me!

Aah... : I got it.

- Sonova... - Should I tell him to move?

- No. Hold tight.

The keys are inside. - I did say I wasn't good

under pressure.

- OK

run the plates by me again. You first.

- QLB... That's all I got.

- You? - The sun was in my eyes?

- Well, thank you for wasting my valuable time.

- What about the tenants? - Not my problem.

- And Zoe? Our client needs help.

- The crazy girl from The Beach? You know I have real cases here,

right? They give me a real badge and my gun shoots bullets?

- QLB7-V20.

- Hello. Who are you?

- Zoe Chow. Crazy girl from the Beach.

- Oh, I didn't mean...

"Crazy" as a term is...

is an antiquated pejorative whose time has come--

- You gonna run it? - Yeah, the plates? Yeah,

Absolutely, yeah. Just, uh... you know,

it's gonna take me a bit of time, here...

my job is pretty complicated; protecting and serving...

But I tell you what, once I'm done, I can give you a call,

if you leave me your number, or better yet, we could

meet up in person maybe? - At the agency.

- Detective, I have issues.... - Oh, I'm...

good with issues. - I'm being stalked.

- By who? - I think he's a cop.

- Smooth.

- Why didn't you tell me she was within earshot? - Thought you were professional.

- Did I not come across as professional? I thought I came across pretty good.

- Since when did running a plate become "complicated"?

- OK, you know what? This is not a drive-thru service.

You think you got a real case, take it to city hall.

- We came to you because of your reputation,

Ms. DiMuzio. - As head of the planning

commission, we thought you'd be interested in hearing

about a case of blockbusting. - I'm listening.

- We believe our client and her neighbours are being terrorized

out of their building. - So, take it up with the landlord-tenant board.

- The tenants have tried that, but as you know, the wheels

of government can move slower than a herd of turtles.

No offence. - There aren't enough

city inspectors to handle all the complaints.

- Yes, the ones we do have are working 100 files apiece.

- No inspectors, no citations and no fines means no change.

- Where is this building? - It's in The Beach.

- One of the last underdeveloped parts of the city.

- The building was sold a few months ago, but its current owner is a numbered company

in the Cayman Islands. No other information.

- Well, if you can get the tenants to swear out affidavits

on the harassment, I can call for a special investigations

unit and see who's behind it. - That'll be easy

like Sunday morning. - Well, you will need 80%

of the building to sign on. You get me that

and I will set the wheels in motion, OK?

- We can save time by recording

the affidavits in person. - We'll start with a no-brainer.

- Mitzi. We need

to talk about your cockroach problem.

- I can't. I'm sorry.

- Wait, what's going on, Mitzi..?

- Boots and I are moving back to Yellowknife.

Another time, handsome.

- No, no, wait, sir! We...

- Please Hector, we just need a statement.

- I'm sorry, I can't. I gotta think of my family.

- Did someone threaten you? We can get the police involved.

- No puedo hablar contigo. No hablo Ingles.

- What the hell just happened? - That was so not easy like Sunday morning.

- I don't get it. Those are my peeps!

- Not a single affidavit. - They were all too scared

to say anything. Someone got to 'em.

- Sorry folks, power's out again. Everything

from the dishwasher to the rice cooker is on the fritz.

- You said you've been having electrical problems

for a couple of months... - Yeah, the power's

more off than on. - Would you swear out

an affidavit about that? - In a heartbeat.

- Has anyone threatened you or offered to buy out your lease?

- Oh yeah, honey. Tony tried to close out the lease,

but he didn't get past the front door.

- Huh... I may know someone

who can uncross your wires. My father, Don.

- Can I pay him in stew? - Won't have it any other way.

- Alright! - Even with affidavits from Zoe

and Shona, two does not eighty percent make.

Ugh...

Hey Maz, what have you got?

No, she's not with us.

- OK, so the plates match up to a firm called

Rampart Security. I sent you the link.

- That's the lady

from the SUV.

- What does a random security company have to do

with... Tony something or other?

- Hey, do have any buddies who moonlight with Rampart?

- Maybe.

- Give me an hour.

- Oil execs, hedge fund managers,

investment bankers... - Now why would any

of these people need private security?

- Wait, here we go: Jack Sugar,

millionaire property developer.

- Oh, this guy's too good to be true: humanitarian of the year

and filthy rich captain of industry?

Those must be the only things he does well.

- He does a tux pretty well. - Yeah, but is he our guy?

If it was him, why not just pay off the tenants? Why start

with rats and cockroaches, and end with threats?

- I'm guessing he didn't get rich by paying people off.

- Sugar's annual charity gala is tonight. It's a...

fundraiser for the Historical Society...

in the ballroom just below his office.

- How did you get into my computer?

- Your password's "password".

- Are you thinking what I'm thinking?

- It's time to find Mr. Sugar's sweet spot.

- It's not exactly what I was thinking.

- This is perfect.

I can confront him about what he's doing to my building and...

- No. No! You're not benching me!

- We need to fly under the radar on this, and you said yourself

you're not exactly graceful under pressure.

But... you can stay here if you want.

- Oh hey, Dad. Can you help me with this? I'm all thumbs.

- Sure. - Thanks.

- I haven't done this for you since your senior prom.

- Jules was always the expert.

- Yeah. I miss her too.

- Listen, Dad, about what I said...

- Don't worry about it. - No, Dad, if you want to keep

working, that's exactly what you should do. Speaking of which,

you still have your electrician's license?

- Sure. - Remember The Red Bird Diner,

on Queen. - Yeah, I know it.

Great chicken roti.

- She's been having some wiring issues and I happened to mention

that I knew the best electrician in The Beaches

who'd probably be happy to work for his supper.

- Well. Let me think about it, son.

- Alright. - There.

- Hm! Not bad!

Aren't you gonna ask me where I'm going?

- Well, I know it's not the Hall of Fame dinner.

- Wow! - : I'd say

you're getting all gussied up for your P.I. partner.

Am I right?

- It's for a case. - Yeah. Of course it is.

- You clean up nicely, Mr. Shade.

- Well, right back at you, Ms. Everett.

I see you put some of your father's money to good use.

- A necessary business expense. Did you get us in?

- Not yet. - Are you kidding?

I left you in charge of onething.

How are we supposed to find anything if we can't even get

in the door? - Sorry for the delay,

Mr. Shade. Come with me. They're guests of Mr. Sugar.

He says to find him inside. - Thank you.

You were saying? - Well played.

So this is how the one per cent of the one per cent live.

- So, what's the plan? - We need to get into Sugar's

office. Find evidence linking him to what's happening in Zoe's building.

- Assuming you know where that is, race you to the elevator.

- The building uses a double redundant tap card system.

Likely on all floors. Executive offices, definitely.

- So we're screwed. Well, at least there's free pâté.

- Sugar's employees need their cards on them

in order to get around. I'm betting he has his on him.

- You think you can get close enough to steal it?

- I didn't pour myself into this thing because it's comfy.

- Thought you did to impress me! - Hm!

Here. So we can communicate. - Hm.

Another business expense? - Top of the line.

Heads up. - Matt Shade?

Jack Sugar. I was thrilled to hear you were coming out

tonight. I'm a huge fan. - Ah, glad to hear it.

- So, who's your beautiful date? - Ah, allow me

to introduce Darlene Pepler,

heiress to the Pepler pharmaceutical empire.

- Lovely to meet you-- Oh my goodness!

I'm so sorry! These heels! I don't get out much.

- I know how you feel. But all work and no play makes...

- ...Jack a dull boy, which I doubt very much he is.

Matt, be a darling,

and, uh, fetch me some champagne?

- That would be my pleasure, Darlene. Excuse me.

- Take care.

So, Darlene... - Hi!

- That was amazing.

Remind me to check for my wallet later.

- I wish I had more time, Ms. Pepler.

- I understand. You have to thank your donors.

- Well, actually no, I just gotta go upstairs and make a ton of phone calls.

No rest for the wicked.

- Wait! Um... - Mm-hm?

Do me the courtesy of a dance?

- Well, I did overpay for those dance lessons.

You're on.

- I just bought you a few minutes, Shade.

- Is that a tango I hear, Everett?

- You're a bit of a puzzle. - What makes you say that?

- A fundraiser for the Historical Society

thrown by the city's largest condo developer.

- Which office was Sugar's again?

Can you hear me?

Angie, which way?

- I'm all for progress as long as it doesn't come

at the expense of the city's history.

- Right.

- Right.

That was invigorating. One more time?

- I'm done.

- Excuse me, Sir, someone was seen getting into the elevator.

- I have to attend to something upstairs.

- Of course. - Thank you, enjoy the party.

- Shade. You gotta get out of there.

- Angie, you gotta give me a couple of minutes.

- Ooh!

- Oh! - Sorry.

- Hey, Darlene! - Oh, hey! I'm just looking

for the ladies room. It's on three, right? Twelve? Seventeen?

Twenty-three-- - Actually, just down the hall.

- Oh! Of course. My bad. And you're going

to thirty-eight? Thirty-nine? - Forty-nine.

- Oh! Forty-nine? Ooh,

looks like you're taking the scenic route.

- I'm God's gift to the people, where would I hide...

evidence of payoffs...

written complaints and general "douchebaggery"?

Bingo!

- I could have sworn I had my key card.

I don't remember leaving this here.

- What are you doing?

- Don't get mad. I was bored, so I...

organized the office a little. - You looked at our files?

- I didn't look, I just sorted. See?

Alphabetical, grouped by year, colour-coded by month,

and tabbed for secondary follow-up.

Oh, and here are the water bills you were arguing about.

- We weren't arguing.

- They were tucked under the radiator.

No judgment!

- Thank you, Zoe.

I don't know what to say...

- Tell me you found something. - Oh, yeah.

Here...

It's a demolition permit. - Sugar's gonna

blow up my building? - Yeah, looks that way

except, here's the thing: there's no date.

- Demolition permits are public record once they're processed.

But until there's a date on it...

- No one knows about it. No one can protest it.

- You and Shona are the only thing between Sugar

and one of the last pieces of prime real estate in The Beach.

- And once you're gone, he's free and clear to build this...

- Sugar Tower.

Twenty stories, beachfront view.

- Deep breath. It's still just a drawing.

He can't do this. Can he? - Not if we can help it.

- How did you get these? - Let's just say it took

some... fancy footwork.

- Is it enough to shut Jack Sugar down?

- Well, he does have a lot of sway at City Hall...

but these are pretty incriminating.

I will make some calls. I think between this

and the two affidavits that you gave me, we should be able

to get a stop order.

- You know,

I never made it down here with my Dad.

It would have been nice. He... deserved some quiet moments.

- Well, look who's coming around to life in The Beach.

- It has its charms.

Actually, do you mind if I walk the rest of the way?

I wanna enjoy the village we saved.

- Yeah, sure. I'll meet you at the diner.

- You know, there's a quaint lil' café filled with yoga moms

right over there if you get thirsty.

- I'll stick to the boardwalk.

- Here you go! - : Wow! Thank you!

I feel overpaid! - I don't mind.

Alright! You have done this before.

- Thirty-seven years on the job. Mostly phone and cable.

- OK honey, you must be good

'cause no one keeps a job that long anymore.

- Yeah. well my company

just figured that out and made me an offer.

My son thinks I should take the package.

- And what do youthink? - The truth is, I don't have

a choice. They're putting me out to pasture.

But I lied to him.

Pride, I guess.

- I'd have done the same thing! - Really?

- Oh yeah. I'll fight for this place as long as it'll have me.

Old ain't dead, honey. Old. Ain't. Dead.

- Damn straight. I'm just getting my second wind.

- Yeah, I can see that.

Hey! - Hey!

You look like the cat that ate the canary.

- The city on our side. The wheels of justice

are starting to turn. - That's great.

- Thank heavens for that.

And for this young man

fixing my wires.

- You made quite the impression, Dad.

- Old ain't dead, son.

- Here you go. - Thank you.

- I have been on time for 3 years.

And Grandma Chow for 25 before that.

I'm late one month, and they do this?

- Woah, slow down. What are you talking about?

- A Writ of Possession? - Gives them the legal right

to kick me out of my apartment. - Who gave you this?

- Dumb and dumber.

- You're served.

- Oh! So, it's not just you.

They're vacating the entire building.

- Ms. Pepler.

Or should I say, Ms. Everett.

- Nothing like having a private security company on retainer.

- Comes in handy.

I understand what you're trying to do. And I respect you for it.

You're trying to work for the little guy, right?

- But we're in your way.

- You're in the way of progress. - Oh! How is it progress

to destroy someone's community? Shona's diner has operated

out of that building for 12 years. Zoe's grandmother

was there for 28. Hector's kids play in the park

down the street. - They were given choices.

- Terrorizing people into leaving their homes doesn't seem

like much of a choice to me.

- The Beach is changing, Miss Everett. It's growing to reflect

the city. If I don't finish this job, someone else will,

you know that. Besides,

I'm not doing anything illegal. - Then you won't mind that we've

turned our evidence over to the head of the Urban Planning

Commission? As the saying goes: "You can't fight city hall."

- You don't have to if they're on your side.

- You bribed her. DiMuzio.

- It's just business.

- Word of what you're planning will get out, and when it does--

- It'll be too late. Because bulldozers are ready to go, the second this building is vacant.

The wheels move pretty quickly when they're greased.

That'll be your partner.

Hm! It's good to meet you, Ms. Everett.

I did enjoy our dance.

- Please. This couch can't be moved.

It has to go back inside.

Come on! - You got no right to do this.

You can't just break into people's apartments and take

their stuff out and put it on-- - Woah, easy, easy.

What's going on? - Courtesy of Jack Sugar.

- A Writ of Possession. - We lost, Ang.

- I should have known Sugar would have a city official

on the payroll. - There's got to be something

we can do. We can't just let him win.

- We're not going to. - Please tell me you're about

to say, "This just got personal."

- Goliath picked on the wrong David.

- Yeah, that works, too.

- We got all of Shona's stuff into storage.

- Thanks, Dad. - She's pretty upset.

The irony is, her place is better than ever. I just

finished rewiring it.

Apparently knob and tube didn't go out with the Lindy Hop.

- Knob and tube? - Yeah, it's an old form

of electrical wiring. The porcelain tubes carry--

- Yeah, yeah, Dad, I know what it is.

How old would you say Zoe's building is?

- Well, hard to say, but uh...

the fixtures I found, it's uh... circa 1900.

- We need to track down Jack Sugar.

- It's my pleasure to give this year's Wolfson Gold Medal

in acknowledgement of his contribution to the preservation

of our city's heritage... to Jack Sugar.

- Thank you. Thanks a lot.

- I'd like to take this opportunity

to thank the Historical Society for this great honour.

An honour that would not have been possible without the help

and support of Maxine DiMuzio-- - So true.

How's that stop order coming, Maxine?

- Whatever this is, let's just take it up tomorrow.

- Oh, tomorrow's bad for me.

That's the day your wrecking ball is slated to demolish

a piece of our city's history. - Is this true, Jack?

- "City's history"... Come on, it's just a cockroach-infested

eyesore in The Beach. - That eyesore is home

to some good people who got kicked to the curb last night.

- Legally. - True! Sort of.

The building Mr. Sugar plans to tear down is actually

a heritage site. - It turns out the designer

of the famous Scarborough Beach amusement park

used to live above...

the Red Bird Diner.

- You can't see it from the outside,

but the wiring behind those walls? Over a hundred years old.

- Jack..?

- I didn't know that it was a piece of our city's heritage.

- Oh! Then why would you have to bribe Ms. DiMuzio

to cover it up for you? - Hey! That's not true!

- Ah, perfect timing.

Just so you didn't think Jack Sugar was the only one getting

the royal treatment today. I bet if we went through your bag

right now, we'd find a couple of stacks of cash, right in between

the pepper spray and the anti-gas tablets, wouldn't we, Maxine?

- Ahem! Ahem! - I'm gonna take that throat

clearing as a yes. Gentlemen, if you wouldn't mind.

- This is ridiculous. These charges will never stick.

- You're right. Bribery is hard to prove.

Extortion, on the other hand... - So, we went back

to the other tenants in Zoe's building

and wouldn't you know, they all came around.

- Turns out there's strength in numbers after all.

- That has got to leave a bitter taste in your mouth, huh, Sugar?

- Oh, that's original.

- Let's go for a ride.

- Thanks, copper.

- Oh, it's no problem

Hey, you know, if you wanna get a drink

after I get off work, or-- - Yeah, don't push it.

- OK.

- Hey, Matt! How'd it go?

- Well, Sugar and DiMuzio have been arrested,

and the building's residents all get to stay in their homes.

- That's great! - I'd say it went pretty great.

And it was all thanks to you. And here I thought

you were ready to hang it up. - Yeah, about that.

Uh... The offer my company made--

- You already told me about it, Dad..

- Yeah, I didn't tell you the whole story.

It was more like, uh... an ultimatum.

- Wow.

You gonna fight it?

- Well actually, it might not be that bad a thing.

- Your advice might have been a bit harsh, but it was accurate.

It made me realize

that I can choose my second act.

- Any idea what that might be?

- I'll get back to you.

- Feels good to save a village, Everett.

- It's a village worth saving.

- Have a seat, Zoe.

- If anything's moved at the agency, it wasn't me.

- Some things were moved,

but with... Angie's blessing.

- Like a desk... and a chair with your name on it.

- I didn't touch -- Wait,

you mean a job? Like... actual employment?

- Welcome to Everett Investigations, Zoe Chow.

You are officially the buffer to our yin and yang.

- Turns out we need some help around the office,

so that we can take the cases that we want,

and not just the ones that we need.

- Can I have your attention please?

I just want to say, thanks to Everett Investigations,

our lovely old building has a new lease on life.

- ♪ White smoke risin' up off the coast ♪

♪ Heaven surrounds me now

♪ And it'll be no joke now that everyone knows ♪

♪ You got something to live for now OH! ♪

- You know, we used to bring Jules here when she was

a toddler. - You really love it down here,

don't you? - No place I'd rather live.

- You know, I have to admit, I'm beginning to see why.

- Wow. City girl changing her tune?

- I was going to read you the rest of my Dad's note,

but now... - Eh-eh-eh-eh...

"I know you'll resist it,

"but one day you'll find the perfect partner.

"And every day will seem

like a new and exciting adventure."

- You know he wasn't talking about you, Shade.

- Everett face it, your dad

was the smartest man I never knew.

- ♪ And I woke up in the morning feeling barely alive ♪

♪ And I wanna say something that could make things all right ♪

♪ Said "Baby if you're listening won't you send me a sign" ♪

♪ I know you get so lonely but ain't that just like her ♪♪