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- It should feel totally new.

Fresh. It should scream out

"This is 2017 and right here
is where it's at."

- No more lifestyle TV for you.

- Hey, what's the point
of redesigning the agency
if we're not gonna make

bold and exciting changes?
- Well, first of all,

I don't want to redesign the
agency. Second of all, your idea

of bold, exciting changes
looks like something out
of my grandma's kitchen.

- Hey, it's called
mid-century modern,

and it's exactly the kind of
statement we need to make if
we're gonna land the big fish.

- Ha! OK, easy there,
Captain Highliner.

I say we keep it simple.
New coat of paint, same colour.

New upholstery. Same furniture.

- Are you honestly pitching
"keep it the same"

as a new vision?
- If it ain't broke...

- Who redesigns a space to make
it look like it already does?

- Who changes something just
for the sake of change?

- Time out. Both of you.

There's a person here with
a very aggressive undertow,

claiming that she used
to be married to you--
- Finally!

- Becca?

What are you
doing here?

- You're welcome.

- For what?
- I got you two a job.

- Clothes? You want us

to drive clothes across town?

- Not just clothes.

Sonia Valero originals.
- We're PIs.

Not FedEx.
- Oh, there's Sonia

and her brother Pietro.
Sonia is the "it" girl

in fashion right now.
In two days,

her first solo collection
is going to be showcased

at the closing night

of Toronto Women's Fashion Week.
Anyone who decides anything
is going to be there.

I'm covering it live on
Breakfast with Becca.

- I don't know, Becca,

it's not exactly what we do.

- Those clothes are going
to launch House of Valero

as a major
international brand.

I know hiring security
may seem like overkill

to "fashion pedestrians"
like yourselves, but trust me,

the industry is literally
dying to see these clothes.

You guys need to get them
from here to the venue

without being seen.
- Becca!

- Sonia, I can take
the clothes myself--
- No, I need you here.

We're so behind.
Thank you for doing this.

This collection is
deeply personal to me.

It's unlike anything
I've ever done,

and yet it's like my soul
is sewn into every fabric.

- Even the poly-cotton blends?

- They're my life. Please
guard them with yours.
- Happy to help.

Shade?
- Yes. Right. Happy. Happy now.

- You seem very in command

of yourself.
Have you ever modelled?

- Actually, I did a long
underwear campaign
in Japan once.

- I was talking to her.

- We should go.
- Yeah.

- Alright,
let's get the racks!

Careful.

- It's easy money.
- I'm happy for the paycheck.

I just don't get the "world". If
I can't throw it in the dryer,

I'm not buying it.
- What's not to get?

We all put on a thirty-second
fashion show every morning
when we decide what to wear.

- Thirty seconds
at home is one thing,

but a 24/7 obsession, that's
something else entirely.

- Well, I for one respect
the way designers

take exciting risks

to try to create something
fresh and new.
- Taking risks

is all well and good,
but I prefer designers

who define the word "classic"
by creating things that stand
the test of time.

- Whoa!

- Open it!

Open it!
- OK, take it easy,
take it easy--

- They know there's just
clothes in there, right?

- So much for easy money.

- ♪♪ I see you and you see me

♪ Watch you blowin' the lines
when you're making 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 ♪

- OK, which of you two
called the fashion police?

- Hilarious.
- OK, so, have any
kind of look at these guys?

- They were wearing masks. Not
to mention the gun in my face.

- Happened fast, but I think one
of them may have been a woman.

- Plates? Make? Model?
- There was a sticker

on the back window.
It looked like a unicorn.

- Oh, right. It was
dancing on a rainbow.

- Unicorn dancing on a rainbow.

Right. Did you perchance

hit your heads on the pavement
when you fell out of the van?

- Maybe the vehicle
was stolen from a family.

- Well, I'll check the database,
start canvassing for witnesses.

- Well, you're all over
this laundry heist.

- Like a dirty shirt. Nobody
pulls a gun on my friend.

- Friend? Singular?

- Speaking of laundry, you might
wanna tell the owner
of the clothes.

- Yeah, we'll break it
to her gently.

- How could you let this happen?
- The SUV came out of nowhere.
We had no chance

to avoid it.
- You need to find

that van.
That collection

is our livelihood. Without it,
House of Valero shuts down.

- Can't you just
postpone the show?
- To when?

We were lucky to get
a closing night slot.

If Sonia bows out now,

everyone will say she choked.
Her career will be over.

- Do you have time
to recreate the designs?

- Some of those pieces
took weeks to build.

The fabric comes from six
different countries alone.

- Hey, don't panic.
Just give us a little time.

- We don't have time. The show
is in less than 48 hours.

- 48 hours...

- We'll find the clothes, OK?
Just stay the course,

pretend it's business as usual.

- : Thanks for your help.

- That was Maz.
None of the vehicles

in the stolen-car
database match our SUV.

- And I called all
the nearby businesses.

No surveillance cameras. Those
guys knew what they were doing.

- I keep thinking
about that unicorn sticker.

It was pretty distinctive.
Like an art piece.

- You think it's traceable?
- I got something!

Take a look at this.

- I found an underground
fashion blog

called "Stitch Warrior". There's
a photo here they're claiming

is part of Sonia's
new collection.
- I remember that dress.

- When was this posted?
- An hour ago.

- We need to find out who Stitch
Warrior is, get an address.

- Kylie Larue. She's an online
Anna Wintour type

with a rep for having
the dish in fashion

before anyone else.
Sending you the deets.

- I'll get my coat.

- Hey, uh, Angie respects
your opinion, right?

- I think so...?

- Alright, this redesign of the
office... I may need your help
getting Angie onside.

Complacency is like a band aid;
you need to rip it off

so the healing can begin.
Are you with me?

- I would hope

the answer to that question
goes without saying.

- Let's go. Anytime, Shade.

- I believe that
in order to comment

honestly on fashion,
you need to reject

anything resembling rules.

Astute critique
can only come from chaos.

- Mission
accomplished on that.

- You said you had
some questions?

- The photo you have
on your blog

of the Sonia Valero dress.
Where did you get it?

- I can't reveal my sources.

That goes against
the blogger code.

- Sonia's entire collection
was stolen this morning.

That photo makes you
the prime suspect.

- Maybe you'd like to try the
"blogger code" line on the cops.

- I can see this is
an important issue.

I suppose I can make an
exception just this once.

I got it from
an intern at Vista.

- Vista?
- The fast-fashion house?
- Whenever hot new clothes

hit the runway,
companies like Vista put out
cheap copies within days.

It's just accepted practice.
If you create something good,
places like Vista

will copy it.
- Maybe they were trying
to get the jump

on copying Sonia's
debut collection.

- You didn't hear that from me.

- I don't care
if it's monsoon season.

I want that fabric
on my factory floor
by Monday or you'll be back

to pulling fat Americans
around in a rickshaw.

Kevin Avery,

Production Supervisor.
What's this about?

- We'd like to ask you a few
questions about Sonia Valero.

- Brilliant designer.
Love her stuff.

- That's quite
the understatement,

wouldn't you say?
- Excuse me?
- Care to explain this?

- Where did you get that?
- That's not important.
What's important

is that we can trace it back
to one of your interns.

- And even more important, it's
from Sonia's latest collection,

which was stolen
earlier today.

- The entire collection?
- Mm-hmm.

- Joel, I need you to halt
production on the red dress
with the black lace.

- Yes, I'm serious.

- Did... did you just admit
to stealing Sonia's collection?

- No.
- But you stopped production.
- Yeah,

but that doesn't mean
I stole it.

- OK, forgive me
if I'm not convinced.

- Since you're clearly new to
this, let me explain it to you.

Vista makes knock-offs
of popular designs. In order

to become popular, they need
to be seen in a high-
profile fashion show,

otherwise there isn't
any demand.

You following the bouncing ball?

- If you didn't steal the
clothes, how did your intern
get that photo?

- You know what?
We're done here.
- OK.

I'll just call my buddy down
at the labour union, tell him
how cooperative you've been.

Maybe he'll stop by and check
out the conditions around here.

- This is not
an admission of guilt.

It's not illegal
to receive a photo.

This is the original version.

- Wait, is that

one of Sonia's models?
- Yeah.

It is.

- Estella?
- It looks like a selfie

taken in one of
your change rooms.

- That makes no sense. Why would
she betray me after I made her
the jewel of my show?

- I can't process
this right now.

- Do you think Estella is
capable of setting up
a heist like this?

- Why? What would she want
with my collection?

- Where can we find her now?
- She's staying at the Kerwin
Arms, Room 118.

- Thanks.

- : All this trouble
over some coloured thread.

- You still don't
get it, do you?

Fashion isn't about clothes.
It's about the moment.

I had to make thousands
of public appearances
during my hockey career,

and sometimes
I wasn't feeling it.

But you throw on your best suit,
or leather catsuit,

if that's your thing,
and suddenly you're "on".

And it's that moment

when you step out
into the world and say:

This is the best of me.

- Clothes make the man,
is that it?
- Tragedy is,

most people never get
to experience that moment

because they're too afraid
to go for it.

Excuse us!

- Shade.

Estella?

- Wild guess?

She doesn't have
the clothes.

- : Tell us
what happened.

- Two big fat guys broke
into my room and started
asking me about a van.

- The stolen van?
- How do I know?

They were asking me where
it was, who stole it,
did I hire them...

- And what did you tell them?
- I didn't know what they were
talking about.

I didn't steal any van.

- Then what happened?
- Then they put me
in the closet.

- You poor, poor girl.
- Client. Picture. Stolen dress.

- Right.

Why did you send a picture
of Sonia's new piece to Vista?

- How do I put this?

For money.

I'm going to be 22 soon.
Retirement is right
around the corner.

If I don't think about
my future, who will?

- So, what do you think?
- I don't buy that she set up
the robbery.

She was just about
to star in Sonia's show.

How does it help her
"retirement" to cancel it?

- Not to mention,
that selfie was taken

in Sonia's dressing room
before the van went missing.

- What about those two guys
leaving her room?

- Obviously we're not the only
ones looking for the van.
- How many people

want to steal these clothes?
- I'm starting to wonder if it's
about the clothes at all.

- What do you mean?
- You heard what Pietro said,

if the show doesn't go forward,
it'll destroy Sonia's career.

- So you think
someone's out to get her?
- Yeah. Estella betrayed her.

Maybe we need to take a look
at her inner circle.

- I'll have Zoe bring up
a list of Sonia's employees.

Maybe someone has a grudge
we don't know about.

- Hey, Matt.

- Past your curfew. Grounded.

- I was
at the diner.

Shona asked me to help insulate
the windows for winter.

- Shona, huh?
- Don't get cute.

It's a bit late for arts
and crafts, don't you think?

- I'm trying to get Angie
on board with my vision
for the redesign.

Hey, is this too rough?

- You making
underwear out of it?
- You're no help. Where's Jules?

- I don't know, I just got here.
- I assumed she was with you.

- I thought she was with you.
- What time is it?

- Easy.

- Thank you for walking me home.
- Not a problem.

Goodnight, Mr. Shade.

Mr. Shade.
- See ya.

- See ya.
- Hi!

Sorry, um,

I was at Liam's
and I lost track of time.

- Are Liam's parents cool with
you being over there this late?

- If they're not, they're
too polite to say anything.
Either way I'm golden.

- Alright, how about you
just call me next time, OK?

- Yeah, sure.

OK. Tired. Bed. 'Night.
- 'Night, sweetie.

- See?

No yelling, no drama.

I got this parenting thing.

- Oh, yeah.

You got this, son.

- This is everyone that's
worked at House of Valero

in the past year.
- And?
- No one says a bad word

about Sonia.
In fact, they all say

she's too nice.
- OK.

I went on a bunch
of vendor sites

and printed off every sticker
with a unicorn on it.

Anything look familiar?
- That's it.

Unicorn dancing on a rainbow.
- I knew I wasn't crazy.

- Vendor's based
out of Vancouver.

I'll give her a call
and see if I can find a list

of anyone who bought it here.
- Shadow?!

- Oh boy.
- Oh!

Oh, thank god
you guys are OK.

Now, how could you let this
happen? I mean, what kind

of security detail can't taxi
something from point A
to point B?

- Becca, calm down. We're
looking for the clothes.

- Shadow, you don't understand.
My job is on the line for this.

I had to convince my bosses
to let me do an entire episode

on Sonia's debut. The promos
are airing right now!
- Well, help us, then.

Can you think of anyone that
might have a vendetta
against Sonia?

- We think someone may be
sabotaging her career.

- Oh... What about
Stephan Caras?

- Why would he be
mixed up in this?
- Who's Stephan Caras?

- Legendary designer. Sonia was
head of his creative for years.

And when she left to go solo,

House of Caras stumbled.
- I don't think Steph would do
something like this.

- Steph?
- Yeah, we go way back.

- Wait, you know Stephan Caras?
- Know him?

He carried me home
after an absinthe bender

after the 2004 Fashion Awards.
- Then what are we waiting for?

Let's go, you drive.
- Whoa, hey, hey, hey, hey.

There's no "we" here.
We don't do this together.

- Oh no, Shadow,
I am going with you.

This is my career on the line.

Sonia's career.
Is what I meant to say.

- Don't look at me.

I'm gonna go, uh, dig deeper
into Sonia's financials.

- Yes, ma'am.

It is going to be
an amazing episode.

Game-changer doesn't even
cover it. It's going to be

a world-changer. It's going
to be a universe-changer--

OK then. Bye-bye.

Oh god, I am so fired.
- We'll find the clothes, Becca.

- I love my new job,

but sometimes I think
it's going to swallow me whole.

- A far cry from being the
weather girl on Channel 3, huh?
- Meteorologist.

- Right.
- Honestly, Matt, sometimes

I wake up and I can't
remember going to bed.

And I haven't had a sustained
conversation with our daughter

in days.
- Jules is fine.

- You haven't noticed how much
time she's been spending
at Liam's lately?

- Actually, I have. So what?

- So, it doesn't bother you?

- No.

No! Come on, it's Jules
we're talking about.

She's 14!
- And how old were you
when you started

fooling around?

- I'm gonna kill him. I'm gonna
stuff him in a foot locker,

rent a boat, drive 15 miles
offshore--
- OK, calm down.

The worst thing that we can do
is to demonize it.

You should talk to her.

- Me?
- Well, she's your daughter too!

And did you not just hear
everything I said about
how busy I am?

- Here's a list of people who
bought the sticker in Toronto.

I'm gonna start calling
to see if any of them

drive a grey SUV.
What's wrong?

- I just spoke with a few
of Sonia's vendors.

House of Valero is racking up
some massive bills.

- Well, it's not
uncommon for a start-up.

And Sonia's famous for using
the finest materials.

- That's bound to come back
and bite you.

- Not always. During Sonia's
heyday at House of Caras

the price of his clothing went
way up, but so did his profile.

- Except Sonia doesn't have
any sales yet, so where's
the money coming from?

- Maybe an investor?
- Oh, Zoe, wait.

I need your help.

You and I have to join forces
to steer Shade away

from what he's proposing
for the redesign.

I'm trying to be objective,
but it's like he wants to pull
the pin on a crazy-grenade

and just toss it into the middle
of the room. Am I right?

- I would hope
the answer to that question

goes without saying.

- These sales numbers
are terrible.

You can do better, Lisbeth.
- I will, Stephan. I promise.

- Shadow. How are you?

- Good to see you again, Steph.
- What's this I hear
about you becoming

a private investigator?
- Right place,

right time. Steph, I don't think
you ever met my ex-wife,

Becca. Becca, Stephan Caras.

- Channel 3 weather girl, right?
- Meteorologist.

But I have
my own show now.

It's so great to meet you.

I am SUCH a fan of your work.
- Naturally.

Wow. It's one
of mine, isn't it?

- From two seasons ago.

- Sonia's work.
Gorgeous.

- Stunning. Actually,
that's why we're here.

- Someone stole her entire
collection yesterday.

- What?
- So we're talking
to anybody who knows her.

- And who knows her better than
you? She was your star pupil.

- Who's about to become your
stiffest competition. Stephan,

we have to ask.
- I would never
do that to Sonia.

Sonia is a star. I would never
do anything to harm her.

- Why did you go
after him like that?
- Isn't that why we came?

You're the one who told me
he's the most likely suspect.

- That was before I met him.
- A little flattery goes
a long way, huh?

- Is Stephan Caras doing
a seriously-plus-sized
collection for men?

- Yeah, we've met before.
In the hotel hallway.

- Boss wants to have a little
chat with you.
- Oh yeah?

What happens if we decline?

- What happens if they decline?

- It'd be a lot better
if they didn't.

- You know I'm going
to lose my job, right?

- Is that really your primary
concern right now?

- Hello. I'm Max Zangrilli.

- Pleased to meet you.
I'm Shade, this is--
- Where's the van?

- You're asking me?
- Yeah.

You're the one they hired
as 'security' to keep it safe,

so either you're
totally incompetent

or you're in
on the score.

Either way,

I need to know what you know.

- We're looking for it,
just like you.

How'd a guy like you get
connected with Sonia, anyway?

- A guy like me?

What does that mean, "a guy
like me"? What are you saying?

- Never mind.
- He means "mobster".

Right? You mean mobster, right?
- Shh--

- It's the last name, right?
It's the last name.
I'm an importer

of high-value goods.
I'm a businessman.

And just like all businessmen,
I will do anything it takes

to remain a businessman.

- Oh, like roughing up
a helpless model?
- Hey.

- Sonia told me.
- Look at their necks.
Look at their faces.

They went to ask her
a few simple questions,
she went berserk.

She started hitting
and scratching--
- And biting.

- We were scared for our lives.

- How did you guys get to her

before we did, anyway?
- That's not your concern.

Your main concern
right now should be:

Where is that van?

- I have no idea. I swear.

Look, we both want
the same thing,

so why don't you let us go and
we'll see what we can dig up.

You do the same and
we'll get together later
and share information.

- OK. OK, but getting that van
is time sensitive.

You have six hours.

And then I will
come looking for you.

- They could have at least
called us an Uber.

- : My god.
Who were those guys?

- The leader's name
was Max Zangrilli.

- And Becca? Is she OK?

- Yeah, she said if her fashion
episode falls through,

she's gonna do a piece on
incompetent investigators
who should have

their licenses revoked.
- So... fine then.

Why would someone like Max
Zangrilli want to find the van

so badly? He's obviously not
interested in the clothes.

- Maybe there was something
other than clothing in there.

- How would Sonia get mixed up
with someone like that?

- Sonia doesn't take care of the
business side. That's Pietro.

- Speaking of which, I looked
into their financials.

House of Valero isn't leveraged
like a typical start up,

they've been maxed-out on credit
for months. It's not clear
how they're paying

for anything.
- I think it's time
for a talk with our client.

- That was an awfully
red light back there.

Are you OK?
- It's Jules.

Becca thinks that she
and Liam might be...

- Oh.
- I mean, she's 14.

She's not even thinking
about that yet. Right?

- You know,

it really looks
like it's gonna rain.

Have you seen that new
Ryan Reynolds movie yet?

Is it hot in here
or is it just me?

- You know something.

- All I can say is,
you shouldn't worry.

You've got a smart girl there.

- What does that mean?
Smart how? Worry why?

- Just drive, Shade.

- : Who's Max Zangrilli?

- Let me guess.
Money's a little short,

so you decided to reach
under the table to try
and find some more?

- Pietro?

- Did you think all these
people worked for free?

Not to mention
the cost

of booking the closing night
gala. And the clothes!

Persian silk,
Limerick lace, Angora wool.

You're worth it, Sonia, but
you're very, very expensive.

- What are you saying?
- Our only shot

was to make this
debut show a sensation,

and appeal to the buyers.

I needed to do that,
I needed to make that happen,

so I made a deal
with Zangrilli.

- What kind of deal?

- When we imported
the fabrics from overseas,

we also brought in...
other goods.

- Smuggled them in, you mean?
- For a cash infusion.

- You told them about Estella.
That's why they got there first.

- How could you do this?

- Hey, I believe in your vision
with all my heart,

but vision costs money.
I had no choice.

- What kind of goods
are we talking about?

- The "don't ask
don't tell" kind.

I was supposed to deliver
the van to Zangrilli,

but then
Sonia hired you

to deliver the clothes.
Sonia, wait...

- Are you thinking
what I'm thinking?

- If Zangrilli had
something illegal in there,

we just picked up
a whole new whack of suspects.

- Zoe found a match on the
vehicle the robbers used.
Grey SUV,

unicorn sticker.
She texted the address.

- You sure we shouldn't
call Mazhari?

- You think two masked
gunmen live here?

- Yeah...

There. That's the SUV.

- Can I help you?

- You did say one
of them was a woman.
- Is this your vehicle?

- Yes.
- Any chance

you have a violently
unquenchable thirst
for high fashion?

- We're private investigators.
Has your SUV gone missing
in the last couple of days?

- No.
- Never left your sight?
- It was at the garage.

The brakes were being done.
- Which garage?

- McLuhan's. On Castlefield.

- Thank you.
- Cool sticker.

- It's Zoe again.
"Call me ASAP."

- First of all,

they both have completely
different tastes and styles.
And second of all,

I don't know whose feelings
get hurt more easy

and who's really more
invested in this stuff.

I just started here.

Everett Investigations.

You have a visitor.

Italian guy. Slightly
intimidating,

but maybe it's just confidence.

- Did you find the van?

- Mr. Zangrilli, I presume.
We know about the deal
you made with Pietro.

- So what?

but you have to promise not
to hurt Sonia or her brother.

- You know what? Right there,
that's profiling.

I am a businessman.

I am not... what
you think I am, OK?

I just want my merchandise.

- Alright, we tracked the SUV
down to a pregnant suburban mom.

She says the car was in a repair
shop during the robbery.

- Good. What's the plan?

- Well. If it isn't
Dork and Mindy.

- If you want a woman's opinion,
I think you both looked better
with the mask on.

- You made a big mistake
coming here.

- Before you take another step,
it's important that you have
all the facts regarding

your current situation.
- What the hell are you
talking about?

- See? I told you
not to use big words.

- Hi.

So, first of all,

who hired you
to steal the van?

- We were contacted anonymously
and told to leave the van
at a drop site.

- And where exactly
is that drop site?

- I can't believe it.
- Check the spare tire.

Oh, thank god. Alright,
take it, put it in the car.

OK.

- Wait. We can't just
let you leave with...

whatever you have there.

- Look at the bright side.
At least you know for sure

that the robbery
was about the clothes.

Fashion.

Now that's a nasty business.

- Dad, I'm late for school,
I'll see ya.

- Jules, hang on
a sec, will ya?

Hey, honey, um,

I spent yesterday
with your mother.

- I sense a disturbance
in the force.

- We were comparing notes about
how much time you've been
spending at Liam's.

- OK...

- You have the right

to a certain amount of privacy,
but we're your parents

and we also
have rights.

And at the end of
the day, I get it.

New feelings...

burgeon...

- Burgeon?

- And in this...
burgeoning,

things sometimes

become...

muddy...

waters...

in the stream.
- What are you talking about?

- I have no idea.
- Um...

You're right.

I don't know what's going on
with me, it's like...

it's like I'm on fire

and Liam's the only thing
that can put me out.

Seriously, Dad?

I've just been over there

to eat dinner a lot
and watch movies.

- Dinner and movies, that's it?
- Yes, yes, that's it.

- 'Cause you can tell me,
sweetheart, you know
that, right?

- Mm-hmm.
Look, the other night,

when I was super late?
It was because we got

into an epic game
of Trivial Pursuit,

and once you start a game...
- You finish it.
- You taught me that.

But it was me and Liam
and his whole family,

including his baby sister,
who calls me "Oolz".

- That's pretty cute.
- It is.

So you and Mom
can take a breath, OK?

- OK.
- OK. I'm so late.
See you later.

- Sonia? Where is everybody?

- I got greedy
with my vision.

That's why this is happening.

I pushed for too much.
This is fate

pushing back.
- You didn't cancel your show?
- Not yet,

but in a few hours
it won't make a difference.

Unless you found the van?
- We did, but your clothes

were gone.
- Where's Pietro?

- He's with Stephan, finalizing
the details of his offer.

- Stephan Caras?
- What offer?

- He's agreed
to pay our debt.

- Gee, that's
awfully nice of him.
- What's the catch?

- Stephan wants me
to go back with him.

My brother and I
always dreamed

of opening
our own house.

Now that we've had a taste
of independence...

going to work for somebody else
is gonna be close to torture.

- Sonia, don't pull out
of your show yet.

Wait until you hear from us.

What if this was
Stephan's idea all along?

Ruin Sonia's show and then
swoop in like the white knight

and save her. Buy out
her future at a cut rate.

- I don't see it. He seemed
so sincere when I talked to him.

- Don't let your friendship
cloud your judgment.

- : This is wonderful.

Truly. Unlike anything
you've ever done.

- That means everything.
- It looks like the beginning

of a new collection.
Congratulations.

Shadow!
- Hey, Stephan.
- Every time you come in here,

you're always
with a beautiful woman.
- This is my partner,

Angie Everett.
- Please sit.

- Thank you.

These are impressive.

- Show enough faith
to your people and they
might just surprise you.

- That was a very generous offer
you made to Sonia

this morning.
- If I bail her out,

it's with the understanding
that she will come back
to work for me.

- So it wasn't entirely
an act of charity.

Any way you slice it,
Sonia's ruin is your gain.

- You don't get it.
Destroying Sonia's show

doesn't make any sense.
Her name will be synonymous

with failure after this.
- And you don't care about that?

- Listen, I believe
in Sonia. I always have.

She has never been
just an employee to me.

She was always like--
- A daughter. You know what?

Thanks for your time. Hope
we didn't bother you too much.

- Always a pleasure.
- Thank you.

- What are you doing?
- The design sketch

on the table looked
very familiar.
- How familiar?

- Like it's from Sonia's
stolen collection.

- You think Lisbeth
stole her designs?

Wouldn't Stephan be able
to spot her work?
- Maybe not.

Sonia said it was like
nothing she'd ever done.
- We can't go right at her,

she's gonna deny everything.
Then we won't find the clothes

in time for the show.
- Alright, so what's the plan?

- We're gonna have to do
the last-minute hockey thing.

Pull the winger and put the
defence guy in the penalty box.

- That's not a last-minute
hockey thing. I don't even
know what that is.

- Meh. Point is: we've got one
shot. Let's make it a good one.

Hi, who am I speaking to?

Lisbeth? My name
is Angie Everett,

I was just at your office.

Can you give him
a message from me?

It's for his ears only.

Sonia's collection
has been found. I know.

It is wonderful. Someone
obviously had second thoughts,

because they left
the entire collection

outside the venue,
prêt-a-porter. Can you
just let him know

that Sonia's going
through with the show?

Thank you.

- You really think
this is gonna work?

- You tell me.

- OK, calm down.

- Is that Sonia?

You told Sonia not to cancel
her slot, but you still
don't have the clothes?

- We're getting close.

And have I mentioned that
my entire career rides on this?

- Once or twice.

if all this comes crashing down,
the only thing I'll have

to fill my days with
is making sure you suffer.

- So, status quo?

- What'd she say?
- In half an hour

Stephan's show will be over,
and at that point it won't
matter if Sonia cancels.

- Because if we don't have the
clothes by then, then our client

will suffer unprecedented
public humiliation.
- Pretty much.

- You take the front,
I'll take the back?
- Sure.

Well, that's one way
for inspiration to strike.

- You set me up.

- The police are on their way.
There's nowhere to run.

Lisbeth, don't!
- I'll do it.
I'll burn them all.

- Just talk to me, OK?
Help me understand.

- Sonia and I started
at the same time with Stephan.

But from day one,
it was all about her.

I could barely get him
to look at my stuff,

much less appreciate it.

Everything she did was perfect,
down to the last detail.

- OK, take it easy.

- I thought it would get
better once she left.

But it got worse.

He resented me even more
for not being her.

- You're not thinking clearly.
You don't wanna do this.

- If I'm going down,
she's going with me!

- Think you used
enough foam?

- Zangrilli was right.

Fashion's a nasty business.

Let's get her clothes
out of here.

- Welcome to Toronto Women's
Fashion Week!

- They'll be here, just, um...

Ms. Beker!

Jeanne. I am such a big fan.
- So nice, thank you.

You look fantastic.
- You're that weather girl--

- Meteo-- You know, I would
love to hear your thoughts

on Toronto Women's
Fashion Week so far.

- I think it's been
an amazing week.

Just extraordinary,
really.

What the hell is going on?

- Excuse me! Excuse me!
- Coming through!
- Coming through, guys!

- You found them.
I don't believe it.

- Oh, thank god.
Stop rolling.

- Nancy! Nancy, get
these models dressed now.

Helen, tell hair
and makeup we're a go.

I need to talk
to the lighting guy.
- I'll get out front and stall.

- Looks like everything
was forgiven.
- Pietro and Sonia

may have different visions
on how to run a business,
but at the end of the day,

they make good partners.

- Can you feel that?
That buzz in the air?

This is it. This is
my breakthrough.

- Sonia's breakthrough,
you mean.
- Absolutely.

- House of Caras,
by Stephan Caras.

Let's have a big hand
for Stephan Caras!

- OK, everybody, that's it!

It's showtime!
- Sonia!

I'm down a model.
Estella, remember?

- Oh, uh...

Angie.

Please do me one more
favour. Be in my show.

- Oh, no. I couldn't...
- Please.

I have the perfect
dress for you.
- Come on, Everett.

Doesn't get more
'moment' than this.

- The House of Valero!

- Ladies and gentlemen,
Sonia Valero!

- : Everett,
this is incredible!

- Yeah.

Great job, Sonia.

- When did you...?
- Over the past week.

Angie set it up.
- Zoe helped.

Plus I had a hand
with labour and materials.

- That was nothing. I just
called in a few favours.

Here. A token
of friendship.

For helping me recover
my missing merchandise.

- No, I can't...
- White gold,

I call this. Wait
'til you try it.

- Truffles?
- Yeah.

What did you think was in there,
drugs or something? Gee!

Ah, mannaggia!
Those are imported

directly from Italy.
The finest you'll ever taste.

They're banned in North America

'cause some hack politician
has a trade agreement.

The only real crime
is keeping things

that delicious
out of people's mouths.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

You know,

one day, you might call
upon me for a favour.

And I just want to let you know,

that's gonna be an offer
I can't refuse.

- Oh, come here.

- Wow...

I have to say, partner,

I am impressed.

This definitely has the look
of a timeless classic.

- And yet it feels
like something new.

- Oh!

Crap, I gotta go.
I'm hosting a dinner
tonight for Jules and Becca.

- No problem. We'll see you
tomorrow.
- OK.

Hey, um,
you wanna join us?

- Oh, no, I can't crash
your family dinner.
- You're not crashing,

I just invited you. Besides,
you're part of the family now.

- Yeah. Sure.

- You sure you wanna wear that?
- Shut up.

- : Can I take your plate?

- Oh!

You're such
a sweetheart, Liam.

- Thank you, ma'am.
So are you. I mean...

just thank you.
And thank you, sir,

for inviting me into
your home and for dinner.

- All the better to keep an eye
on you, Liam.
- Come on.

Lay off him.
- I'm kidding. I'm keeping
an eye on both of you,

simultaneously.
- Jules, how about you and Liam

help me bring out dessert?
- Yeah, sure.

- I'll help too.

- Thank you.

- This is nice.

What gave you the idea
to throw a family dinner?

- I don't know.
Just felt overdue.

- You were right.

- You OK?

- I knew this new job

would be overwhelming,
but I didn't know how much.

I don't have
as much time

to spend with Jules
as I'd like.

And it's not fair to her.

Or you.

- What are you getting at?

- Well, if you're willing...

I was thinking
that it would be good

to switch to a straight
50/50 split custody.

- Are you serious?

- I want our lives
to work, Shadow.

You've got a strong support
system in place as well.

- Thanks.

That means a lot.

- What are you guys
talking about?
- Uh, I'll tell you later.

But in the meantime,

who wants to play
Trivial Pursuit?

- Oh yeah! You're
going down, old man.

I mean... sir.

- ♪♪ Oh...

♪ And honey you should know

♪ Even in the longest,darkest night ♪

♪ You'll find a light if you
look on the bright side ♪

♪ If you look on
the bright side ♪

♪ I'll be waiting for you
on the bright side ♪♪