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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 ♪♪