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Okay, my sweet boy, today's the day

you take your first step--

Here we go, come on! Speed, passion, sacrifice!

Quoting Matt?

You're getting desperate.

Don't you dare tell him, and yes, I am.

Dex doesn't need inspiration.

- Come on! - He needs...

motivation.

You've been motivating my son

by treating him like a race horse?

He's got the heart of Seabiscuit.

I told you-- no practicing.

I don't want to miss his first step.

Come on, baby!

You're so strong! You can do it.

- Look at Giraffey, Dex. - Come on.

- Look at Giraffey. - Come on. One step!

You can do it. You can do it!

- Come on, Dex! - Come on.

Do you have time for this, honey?

My morning's clear.

Other honey.

Oh, yeah, client prep work's done.

I'm good.

You're still in your pajamas.

Client's gonna be here any minute.

Oh.

Come here, my love.

Do not... put him down till I get back.

Okay.

Hey, buddy.

You wanna try working the pole?

Whew.

Costa Rica... yoga retreat.

That's where my mom-- Ida...

met him.

"Mike."

Next thing I know, he's moving in with her.

Some couples move fast.

Not Mom.

She divorced my dad when I was 18.

Never dated.

She just threw herself into her business.

- "Kabajouzian Closets." - That's us.

The Decluttering Queens of Victoria.

We're about to launch our 12th franchise.

Congratulations. That's not easy.

It isn't.

That's why I pushed her to take this vacation.

She hadn't been anywhere in six years.

I had no idea she'd pick up a parasite.

I'm referring to--

Mike? Yeah.

We, uh, we're getting the big picture.

The only good thing about him is his dog.

Wish he had a better owner.

So you think Mike is pulling a romance scam on your mom?

I don't think-- I know.

Okay. Then we should be able

to get the evidence you need, to convince your mom.

Won't be easy.

She's dead,

and he killed her.

♪ I see you

♪ And you see me

♪ Watch you blowing 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 ♪

May I ask how she died?

Report said "carbon monoxide poisoning."

Mom always drank her chamomile at night--

kettle on the stove.

Police say she left the gas on.

Were there detectors in the house?

Two on every floor.

Mom routinely replaced the batteries every Solstice.

My mom survived a childhood fire.

She's vigilant about safety,

which is why this wasn't an accident.

You think maybe Mike switched out the batteries?

Yes. That's exactly what I think.

And where was Mike the night she died?

Conveniently, at a Blue Rodeo concert.

He came home after midnight, found my mom,

and called 9-1-1--

or at least, that's the story he told police.

I don't know-- I just know that he did it.

You've been thinking about this a lot?

Only every minute of every day.

Sona, did Mike benefit financially

from your mother's death?

Most of my mom's money is missing.

He got his name on the deed of her house.

Wow, and how was he with you at the funeral?

He was a no-show.

Emails I send bounce back, his phone's disconnected--

it's intentional.

But isn't he living at your mom's?

He sold it.

I drove by a week ago, and saw the sign.

I snuck in during the open house to get a few of my mom's things.

My mom's big life...

reduced to a few banker's boxes.

Do you have a last name for this "Mike"?

Or a recent photo?

A friend snapped a pic of him

while she was in Tofino last week.

That's him-- Mike Marantz.

Okay, well, if we can find evidence of what he's done,

you should be able to get your mother's money back.

It's not about the money.

I want you to get him to confess.

I know that he did it,

but the police won't do anything without any proof.

You have to get me that proof.

Extracting a murder confession, that's--

...The only way my mom gets justice.

Please.

You're my last hope.

Tofino, here we come.

Hey, Brad! It's been a while.

Miss you, brother. Guess what?

You finally copped

to that dive you took

at the Summerhill Charity Classic?

Never!

The boys and I are in town

for a golf trip-- we're teeing off in an hour.

- You are? - Hanny wants you riding

with him.

Get your ass over here, Shadow.

We're playing 36 up at Vancouver Golf Club.

Uh, no, man. I'm on Vancouver Island.

Yeah, dude, I know.

No, you're in Vancouver. I'm on Vancouver Island.

There's a difference.

Ever hear of a plane?

When's the last time we all hit the links?

Hey. Raine got us our burner phones.

She's going to camp out here while we're gone.

Do you wanna kiss Dex one last time

before we hit the road?

'Cause I'm gonna.

Really wish I could, buddy.

Sona is like

a baby robin who fell from the nest.

So fragile.

Extracting the confession is gonna be a first for us.

There's no guarantee Mike's still in Tofino.

He could be gone by now.

Last-known sighting is all we got.

So we have to find Mike, befriend him,

and establish enough trust that he'll confess to murder,

so a three-phase operation.

Like you, folding a fitted sheet.

How Marie Kondo does it, I'll never know.

I found our Mike on CareerMaker.

He's one of nine "Mike Marantzes."

Calls himself an "independent day trader,"

which means unemployed and broke.

Well, based on what Sona told us,

Mike walked away with 3.1 million of Ida's estate,

and avoided criminal charges.

The man was calculating, careful.

Probably even more so now.

Hey, Raine!

Is he really your biological brother?

Ah, brain cells don't always

favour siblings equally.

Did you get our new personas' social pages up?

I did. I also spotted the giant soaker tub upstairs.

Mi soaker tub es su soaker tub.

Hey. What do you got on this Mike guy?

I ran a search on exotic retreats--

similar in price range to where Mike met Ida,

then ran photos through facial-recognition software.

How very Minority Report.

I found hits

in Australia,

New Zealand, Senegal,

Tahiti, and Hawaii.

Oh, wow. Mike had a soul patch era.

Now he's truly a criminal.

Every photo is tagged "Mike M" or "Michael."

So he's probably

"Mike" in Tofino, too.

Same name, easier to remember--

Yeah, easy to change location or hair, but hobbies?

You do what you like in your off-time,

no matter who you are.

So, if he's into yoga, and in Tofino...

Oh, joy.

We only have 11 yoga studios for you to infiltrate.

His soul patch

will be a full beard by the time we finish.

Mm-hmm.

Hey, who's the guy doing the Endless Summer?

It's a famous surf pilgrimage.

Surfers try to do the whole circuit.

Obviously not that famous.

Lucky, I lent you my board, Matt.

I expect a thank-you in the mail.

Hey. My property, my mailbox, my--

Raine! Call us if you find more.

We can't be meandering the beaches

from dawn till dusk,

checking out surfers, hoping to find Mike.

Speak for yourself-- I know I could definitely use a surf.

You know there'll be more golf trips with the boys.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. It's all good.

We need to know more about Mike.

Maybe there's something in Ida's boxes that could help us.

I'll call Sona, see if she can send over some pics.

Whoa! No, no, no, no, no.

Oh, no...

Did you see that? Did that just happen?

Dex walked!

Aren't they supposed to do that?

Maybe he didn't. I wasn't even holding the rod.

I bet he didn't!

Okay, let's make sure

that he doesn't walk this weekend.

Pinky-promise?

Are you more of a blood-oath person?

Do you always make things harder than they need to be?

I don't do babies. It's in my contract.

You got a contract?

Do you have any snacks?

It's not a car ride without snacks.

Snacks lead to crumbs,

and crumbs lead to my car looking like yours.

Don't car-shame me! I get hungry.

You have no respect for Nappa leather.

How are we still together?

We're both too tired to start dating again.

So, anything in the photos Sona sent?

No more photos of Mike.

Lots of family heirlooms, though.

Hmm, Tarot card.

Looks like Ida was a bit of a seeker.

Well, that tracks. The woman changed batteries on Solstices.

The "Wheel of Fortune" card.

Something in her life was going to change.

Enter Mike Marantz.

Yikes. For "Elvis"?

Coastal View Animal Hospital.

Sona said Mike had a dog. Maybe his name's Elvis?

"Itraconazole" cream? Try saying that three times.

Maybe the vet has updated contact info for Mike.

Ah, pulling a lead off a dog's prescription?

This job keeps things fresh, for sure.

And to think you wasted so many years in the pros.

You just wish you had me as a partner earlier.

All right. Last pit stop. You ready?

Oh, I've been waiting to bust out this disguise

since we started the agency.

Hey, Raine!

Coastal View Animal Hospital confirmed that Elvis

is Mike's Bernese Mountain dog.

They treated him for ringworm.

If Dex goes through

a pet phase, we're sticking with goldfish.

And they said that Elvis

is overdue for a refill,

but Mike went M.I.A.,

so I called all of the vets in Tofino,

and one of them now treats Elvis--

his owner goes by "Mike Mason."

Mike Marantz is now Mike Mason.

The number

that he gave the vet is the Wildsurf Inn.

Swanky resort.

Well, he can afford it, with the money he scammed.

Great work, Raine.

Remote resort. He's lying low.

Well, too bad for him, 'cause Dolores has his number,

and she's coming for him.

Dolores?

That's the name you're going with?

What, were you born in 1932?

It's the perfect cover name!

It's uncommon, but common enough to be memorable.

That's P.I. 101.

What about the "Jessica Rabbit" hair?

Sona's mom was a well-off, red-headed divorcee.

I'm banking on

our romance scammer having a type.

As long as he's into women

who were on the "Real Housewives of Tofino."

Don't mock me,

Mr. '80s washed-out, Brit-rock guitar-player.

I am Patrick Reeves, surfer!

It's a riff on the actors' names in Point Break.

Neither of them had a mustache.

Yeah, I took a little creative licence.

I would've gone "Keanu Swayze."

Anyhow, I was thinking we should divide and conquer

when we make contact with Mike.

Yeah, that sounds good.

It's gonna feel weird, though-- working a case solo.

I've gotten so used to carrying you.

I know you have, honey.

Gosh! It's been years since I've been single.

It's gonna feel--

Sad? Lonely? Depressing?

...exhilarating?

But don't worry.

You have nothing to worry about.

Oh... I'm not worried.

Your game's not exactly on point.

What? I've got great game!

Whatever you say, Dolores.

Hey, at least I'm not a one-trick pony,

you with your baby-blues.

They worked on you!

Your bus stop's coming up.

I'm the one taking the bus?

Dolores doesn't take the bus!

Come on. Quick last kiss before you go.

Oh! Jesus, Dolores.

You are pure evil.

Don't forget your surfboard, dude.

Sunset surfboard.

Very nice.

Ah, thanks, man.

Patrick Reeves.

Got a favourite spot out here?

Well, you're smart to go into the trades.

Only way to make money these days.

Yeah, I work the island.

When surf season hits,

I just wanna be in the water, you know?

Yeah.

Fixed this on a favour.

You must have a tight crew?

Ah, I'm tight with a few guys.

Yeah. Maybe I'll see you around.

Yeah. Take it easy, bruh.

Hey.

Hey, Will, quick question--

Left kidney's got your name on it.

Keep your organs to yourself.

The hardcore surfers out here-- where do they surf?

Chesterman Beach--

would bet my right kidney on it.

Hey. The front desk said

that Mike Mason's a surf instructor here.

I tried to get into a lesson,

but he's booked deep into next week.

Weird.

His name's not on the resort's staff page.

but it does list a housing policy.

Maybe he lives in one of the cabins there?

Oh. Good thinking.

And the cabins are...?

Past the spa, along the west trail.

Spa?

Ooh! Dolores can already feel that massage.

Elvis?

Elvis.

Your human home?

Last time I listen to you, Will.

Hey.

You figured it out.

Yeah. Wasn't hard.

Mike?

Check out this dude's Sunset.

Hey, do I know you from somewhere?

Don't think so. Patrick Reeves.

So is this an original '76 Willis Sunset?

Maybe... a '78?

What year is it?

- Hmm? - Uh...

You don't know the year?

Elvis!

What are you doing out here, bud?

Hey, does anyone know who owns this lost dog?

Yeah, yeah. No, he's mine. Hey!

Oh. I found him wandering up by the road.

I've been looking for his owner.

How can I repay the beautiful woman

for finding my best friend?

She could use a drink.

Okay.

So how is a woman like you still single?

Well, if you ask my ex, he'd say,

I am a force no man can handle.

Maybe you just haven't met the right man yet.

Someone thinks highly of himself.

I live in Victoria. Have you ever been?

Yeah, I lived there for a minute,

but came out here to clear my head.

Oh, and why'd you have to do that?

So are you here for R'n'R?

Business?

No.

A little "alimo-me" time.

I did very well in my last divorce.

Something's off.

I'll say. These drinks are definitely watered down.

No, that chick who found Elvis--

no way he was wandering by the road.

Dogs do escape.

But how'd the dog get out of the house?

Mike!

Uh, Odessa.

Are you having a good time with my boyfriend?

Your boyfriend?

We should probably cancel the next round.

"Next" round?

You are the worst, Mike!

Do not follow me!

Sorry.

She'll get over it.

Well, you know what they say--

it's always better to ask forgiveness

than permission.

Why do I feel like I know you?

What did you say your name was, again?

That's Patrick Reeves.

Yeah, I've been out in Hawaii for a spell.

You been there recently?

Why are you trying to convince us

that you're some kind of surfer, using a totally fake name?

Swayze/Keanu rip-off, for what?

What-- What's your game here?

Shit.

Matt Shade.

Matt "The Shadow" Shade, dude!

That's who it is! - Naw.

Wait. Hold up. You lied?

Yes, okay, fine. I am.

I'm Matt Shade.

Look, I was just trying to enjoy a little downtime

without the circus that usually follows me.

I've been trying to place you all day, man!

We got a legend in our midst here!

Thank you.

No, seriously, I got a number 37 jersey at home.

Well, if you buy me a drink, I'll sign it for you.

Deal!

Okay.

- Awesome, man. - Yeah.

Hey. You're not supposed to be calling me!

How you feeling?

Oh, you know--

cock-blocked and sunburnt.

I'm sorry, I'm having trouble hearing you.

My ears are still ringing

from all the compliments Mike was giving me.

Well, I hope your bed has bedbugs.

Listen, we're surfing in the morning.

I'm in with him. - Okay, well,

just keep the championship stories to a minimum.

Hey, whatever it takes to get that confession.

Why is it,

no matter how many hotel key cards they give me,

it's the first thing I lose?

Ah... So, uh...

you gonna miss having me beside you tonight?

Do you mean sleep like a rock, without you hogging the duvet?

The lock on my suitcase is open.

I haven't started unpacking yet.

What do you mean "yet"? You never unpack

in hotels.

I left Giraffey standing up.

You brought our son's stuffie?

He's got other ones.

Besides, I wanted a Dex memento. I miss him.

You mean you didn't want Will to coax him into walking.

You have your truth--

I have mine.

Ange, listen.

If you think someone broke in,

I'm coming over there.

No. It's too risky.

You know what? There's no one here.

I'm safe.

Well, something's up.

Who would break into a rich woman's hotel room

and just move a stuffie?

Odessa?

After seeing me and Mike have a drink?

She left that bar fast.

I don't know, it sounds a little extreme.

Maybe someone found your lost key card?

Yeah, but why come in here and take nothing?

Which takes us back to Odessa.

I should make nice with her.

She might have some intel on Mike.

I'm surfing with him at five.

Somehow, I'm still getting up at the crack of dawn,

even without Dex.

Listen, about his first steps--

I could've just gone ahead.

No. I'm Mom P.I. and I'm killing it.

Killing it with a side of kleptomania.

Can't believe I'm spending the morning

surfing with Matt Shade.

Dude, I am old news.

Shut up.

Why are you in Tofino?

Or are you gonna lie about that, too?

We gonna talk, or we gonna surf?

Come on.

♪ I've been

♪ Waiting for forever

♪ And it's only just begun

♪ For the seasons change

♪ And the weather

♪ Big blue skies

♪ And a golden sun

♪ All my dreams of endless fun... ♪

Hmm, does buying the most expensive coffee in town

and tipping huge earn me forgiveness?

If I would've known he was spoken for,

I never would've had a drink with him.

You're not who I'm really mad at, anyway.

How do you like it?

Just black.

My first husband was quite the flirt,

but, at the end of the day, he always came home to me.

Those are beautiful drawings. Are you a potter?

Yeah. My work is influenced by my time in Florence.

Spent some time in Geneva too,

and then also Osaka,

where I studied Japanese martial arts for a few years.

Wow! Those aren't cheap cities.

Are you working through men, like I am?

Well, the one bonus

of being from a rich, dysfunctional family--

trust fund.

Oh. Nice!

So, how long have you and Mike been together?

Pretty much as soon as he came to town,

we moved in.

It was very whirlwind--

but he did warn me that he moves fast.

Well, I need to hear more about that story.

Do you wanna grab a drink later?

I'll text you.

Great.

Oh! Oh... these heels.

The man's as committed to B-and-E's

as he is his mojitos.

"Vincent Jabeur"-- yeah, I can dig into it.

No, no, no, no, no! No!

Hey! Okay.

Hey, that did not happen, okay?

We did not walk this weekend.

If Angie asks,

we have to tell her a kind lie.

I'm not lying to my boss.

Only one of them!

And you're not lying--

you're just helping a brother kind-lie to his sister.

Your morality's still intact!

Hey, nothing "kind" comes from a lie.

Plus, deceit seems off-brand for you.

My mother was a nurse,

and, sometimes, what really helped her patients

was just a seedling of hope,

and her kind lies helped those seedlings grow,

and her patients were better for it.

If it's Angie, kind-lie.

Kind-lie!

Hi, Angie.

Vincent has a P.I. licence. Can you--

Yeah, I can jump on that.

Is she asking about Dex?

You're hearing the conversation.

Thanks, boys.

Haven't had a day like this in a long time.

Really? How come?

Ah, life ties you down, you know?

Can't seem to get away

unless it's circled on the calendar.

I don't know.

Just thought I'd have more freedom,

at this point in my life.

And I'm going through a messy separation.

My ex just can't seem to accept that it's over.

Well, you gotta do what's right for you.

Always.

No matter who gets hurt.

Whoa!

You really think you can inflict damage with that?

I will club you.

Why is a private eye from Seattle tailing me?

'Cause I'm after the same guy you are.

I was hired by a client

to track the man who conned his mother.

A romance scam?

Yeah. Con artist went by "Mike Martin".

A.K.A., Mike Marantz, Mike Mason...

Why did you break into my cabin?

I overheard you talking about Mike,

and I wanted to make sure that, uh--

...we can work together on this.

I already have a partner,

even if I question his use of mustaches.

Okay, well, I work alone,

so I could use fresh eyes on things.

Come on.

I've been on this guy five months.

Five months?

Yeah, I guess I can hear what you've got.

Oh.

You already know where my cabin is--

I'll meet you there in 10.

Okay.

Dolores...

you can do better than Mr. Hawaiian Shirt.

Don't sell yourself short.

So... Ida wasn't his first scam?

He's a serial con.

Four others, and your client's mom.

Same pattern every time.

He meets them on vacation, and moves fast.

Every single woman I spoke to

said Mike understood them in a way no one else did.

A killer who does his homework.

Yeah, but why?

None of his other cons involved murder.

A $3.1-million estate.

Okay. How'd he do it then, huh? Kill her, I mean?

Carbon monoxide poisoning.

He used a rock concert as an alibi,

so either he teleported himself

between the venue and her home, or--

I knew it! My theory--

and your case confirms it--

he has an accomplice.

You know, I was thinking about your situation, Shadow.

Things got messy with this woman that I loved, too.

Oh, yeah? What happened?

Uh, random tragedy of life.

She's gone now.

I'm wrecked.

Couldn't get outta bed for weeks.

Mase?

Shut up already.

Let's call it a day.

Yeah. Okay, cool.

Uh, the thing is, uh...

I'm still thirsty.

I know a good spot.

All right!

Must be tough, huh?

This gig with a...

...rugrat at home?

Some days are harder than others.

Probably missing his first step right now.

You know what comes after firsts in life?

Seconds.

Not much difference.

That's Mike's new girlfriend.

She wants me to come over and bring a swimsuit.

You think she's his next mark?

Trust-fund baby. Not close with her family.

Fish in a barrel.

I sent a photo of her to my contact back home--

just for extra recon.

You should go, then. We can pick all this up later.

My brain's fried anyways.

Yeah, that's what happens when you drink on the job.

Dolores! You made it.

Hey!

Okay, forget about Hawaiian-shirt guy.

Mike is friends with a pro hockey player.

Really?

Matt... this is Dolores.

Baby!

Matt "The Shadow" Shade.

Oh...

the curler?

I don't usually date athletes.

Too high-maintenance.

Same reason I stay away from divorcees.

Yeah, Matt's last wife was a real piece of work,

by the sounds of it.

Was she?

Huh. Yeah, my ex was, too.

That guy could really get under your skin.

Total neat freak-- who likes those?

I'll tell you who doesn't--

slobs.

His nighttime routine--

twice as long as any Vogue editor's.

She used to call it the "five-second rule,"

but, let's be honest-- it's eating off the floor.

M&Ms, olives...

charcuterie.

He could never just not be right.

Always had to have the last word.

What he spent in speeding tickets

was close to a small country's GDP.

She used to take my car and bring it back empty.

What kind of partnership is that?

Just bring the wine list in the car.

No one wants to debate the merits of a Rioja

at the table.

Put the cap on--

nobody likes dried-out toothpaste.

Am I right?

Oh. That's me.

Excuse me.

She's spicy, huh?

Yeah, I'll say.

She kind of reminds me of someone.

Uh, we are all out of beer,

so I'm gonna go on a quick booze run.

Mikey, does Elvis need to be walked?

Yeah. I was just about to do that.

We're gonna get out, but you guys stay.

Enjoy yourselves.

Okay. See you later.

You know, I only leave the cap off the toothpaste

'cause I know you're gonna brush after--

I don't care. I missed you, Everett.

So Mike opened up to me about Sona's mom today.

It was weird--

there was real remorse when he was speaking.

Well, even a sociopath can feign a heart

after six hours in the sun.

We need to wire you tomorrow.

Vincent's sure he's using an accomplice.

Adrian definitely doesn't want Mike talking to me about Ida.

Weird.

That was Vincent on the phone.

He said he found something,

he wants me to meet him at the beach in 30.

I'll go with you.

Mike and Odessa played Cupid. We can be seen together now.

You just want to make sure

I won't replace you with Vincent.

Yeah, maybe.

I texted Raine to look into Adrian,

and Will hasn't answered me about Dex walking.

Do you think he's ignoring me?

No, he probably just

lost his phone in the diaper bag again.

Or the fridge.

Didn't Vincent say to meet here?

Yeah. Maybe we're early.

Give him a call.

I didn't expect it to hit this hard.

We've seen dead bodies.

That was before Dex.

If anything happens to us,

we're gonna miss more than one milestone.

Wait. It still could be an accident.

Uh, we're jumping to murder.

Because Mike's a killer-- killers kill.

Or... Vincent was drinking, and tripped,

and hit his head on a rock.

Oh, my God. You've been Swayzed by Mike.

I don't even know what that means,

but do you really think

that Mike discovered Vincent was a P.I.,

and then murdered him on a public beach?

That's exactly what I'm saying.

Mike left to walk Elvis--

or-or maybe he got Adrian to kill Vincent.

Okay, so the men crossed paths,

a confrontation ensues,

Mike kills Vincent with a rock,

and then makes it look like an accident?

It's a lot of "ifs" and "maybes" in that theory, Everett.

The one "if" I'm sure about is if we blow our covers now,

we're never gonna get that confession out of Mike,

which means Sona never gets justice for her mom.

Right. Let the cops do their thing.

We get the confession, then give them everything.

Which means, it's about that time.

- Okay... - Easy!

I'm not a sheep.

You're not a hairless cat either.

Listen. I think you need to switch gears with Mike.

I think you need to shift gears with that razor.

Ooh!

We're running out of time.

You need to get tough with him.

No, no. Switching gears is too risky...

after working the bromance angle.

It's not risky--

it's just building on what you already built.

You know what? Go "bad cop" on him.

And then he's gonna over-talk, he's gonna share more

than he planned to get back to good cop--

bingo-bango, confession slips out.

"Bingo-bango." Okay, Dolores.

Hey, uh, Vincent told you he found something.

Any idea what he was talking about?

No. No, I've been wracking my brain.

I texted Raine last night.

Let's see if she responded yet.

It's scary to think that whatever he found

got him killed.

Oh, she did it-- she found a photo

of Adrian at the same Blue Rodeo concert as Mike.

That puts Adrian in Victoria the night that Ida died--

he might be the accomplice.

- Yeah. - All right. I gotta roll.

Adrian, Mike, and I are going for a jog.

Okay. I'm worried about Odessa,

so I'm just gonna make an excuse to check in on her.

- Okay. - Be careful today.

Extra-extra-extra careful.

The word "extra" is starting to lose all meaning.

Baking sesh gone wrong?

My father is a pathological liar.

He had funny little adjectives for them, too,

but they were lies.

Your mother must've had the patience of a saint.

She divorced him.

That was gonna be my second guess.

The byproduct of living with a pathological liar is--

...Unbridled creativity?

Trust issues.

- Oh. - Only lazy people lie

because they don't take the time

to find the right way to tell the truth.

Huh.

Never thought of it that way.

So...

we are ripping off

your "kind-lie" Band-aid today.

Exhibit "A".

Me, circa grade nine.

I had pink-eye, Food in my teeth, bad 'fit.

I look ugly. Do you agree?

Whoa!

Cool it with the "U"-word!

You look like a very happy kid.

Will... you can't hurt my feelings.

I know I look bad in this photo,

so repeat after me--

"You... look... ugly."

All I see is inner-beauty.

I'm gonna bring this look back.

Do you think it'll be a hit on campus?

"Little Raine on the Prairie." Totally see it.

I'm sorry, Raine!

A world without kind lies is too mean for me.

Okay. I can respect your point of view.

But will Dex?

Or will his uncle's "kind lies" let him down, too?

- Hey! - Hey.

You sweat?

Uh, yeah, sure... I love a good sweat,

but I thought we were going jogging.

Ah, no, Adrian bailed,

said he had stuff to do, so screw the jog, right?

All right.

They say you do 20, but I do, like, 40.

Towel up.

Yeah.

Come on, man. Don't make me schvitz alone.

What's taking so long, brother?

We used to do this for weigh-ins.

It helps to sweat out the booze.

Hey, uh...

I haven't been honest with you, Mike.

What's up?

There's a story coming out about me.

Doesn't make me look like a good guy.

Your ex?

Yeah.

A smear campaign, but the thing is...

part of it's true.

I mean, I'm a good guy. I've just...

done some crappy things, you know?

Well, thanks for telling me, man.

Yeah.

The truth is, I've done some stuff

that I'm not too proud of either, brother.

Like what?

I kinda went on a run

where I would sweet-talk rich women

into giving me their money.

How'd you pull that off?

I worked with someone that I trusted.

Yeah...

They'd grease the mark, I'd go in,

I'm a stranger who knows them

better than anyone else in their life,

they fall in love, I get access to the accounts,

and, by the time they realized the con...

...I'd skipped town.

Well, if they were rich,

then no one really got hurt, right?

Unless someone did get hurt?

Yeah, I did.

I fell for a mark.

She was a little bit older than me, but...

man, I fell really hard,

and then, uh...

you know, some bad stuff happened.

My partner didn't like it.

I mean, like...

really didn't like it.

Odessa?

Oh, hey!

Odessa was gonna check on my chakras.

She's on her way.

Okay. I'll come back, then.

Or stay.

Chill.

What happened, Mase?

You know, if she never met me...

she'd be alive, Ida wouldn't be dead.

What? She's dead?

But did you--

No! No. I didn't kill her.

I think I know who did, though.

Odessa say how long she'd be?

Not long.

We missed you at the hot tub.

Not a fan of being a fifth wheel.

Did you hear about the guy who died?

Yeah. Awful.

I swear, I saw you talking to him the other day.

- Me? - Yeah!

And you also found Elvis,

except how'd Elvis get outta the cabin?

Sorry I'm late!

My friend needed advice, and she went on and on and...

Adrian.

You left Elvis in our room?

You know he hates that.

Please, just take him for a walk or something.

Yeah.

I am so sorry that you had to wait with him.

He's been so weird today.

Yeah.

You know, we should get out of here.

It's really hot.

No, hold on, mate. What happened to that woman?

No. Let's get go, Shadow.

I think you're a liar, Mike! I think you killed that woman.

Just back off, man! I'm telling you the truth.

You're a murderer trying to cover his tracks,

and you're working with Adrian-- admit it!

What? Adrian?

There you are...

There you are again.

There's who?

Angie sent me a picture of a woman.

My A.I. software found her

at each of the locations Mike was at

during his Endless Summer.

She's even in Victoria-- just not at the concert.

Is that good or bad?

My Reiki master in Japan told me

that I have a special gift for healing ki--

I don't have time to explain, but you need come with me.

- But Dolores-- - You are in danger.

We need to get outta here before Adrian and Mike come back--

What are you talking about?

Give me my bag! What are you doing?

Tarot?

Yeah. I got that set in Morocco.

That's the advice my friend needed.

I didn't have the heart to tell her

I was missing a card.

The Wheel of Fortune?

You knew Ida.

You gave Ida a reading.

Who are you, really?

You turned on the gas when Mike was at the concert.

♪ ...It's quite a sight

♪ I am a fighter all day

♪ In a destructive way

♪ I fight, I fight I fight ♪

♪ I fight, I fight I fight... ♪

♪ I fight, I fight I fight ♪

♪ I fight, I fight...

Hope you like ringworm!

♪ I fight, I fight I fight ♪

♪ I fight, I fight, I fight...

♪ I fight, I fight I fight ♪

♪ I am a fighter all day

♪ But all of them say

♪ We do not do much

♪ But that isn't such

♪ I fight, I fight I fight ♪

♪ I fight, I fight, I fight...

♪ I fight, I fight, I fight

- ♪ I fight - Angie!

♪ I fight, I fight...

Bet you didn't see that in your cards.

You know...

I think I'm gonna put Dolores on permanent vacation.

Are ya sure?

I'm kinda into that wig.

Did you listen to Raine's voicemail?

Yeah. Odessa's been to every place Mike's been

in the past six years.

They're long-time partners...

not just professional.

It must have been quite the betrayal

when he fell for Ida.

Odessa killed her because of it.

The resort CCTV caught Vincent confronting Odessa.

The police figure she pushed him.

And the only place wanderlust is taking her now

is a prison cell.

Mm-hmm.

Can you believe that?

He actually looks hurt that you played him.

You think you know people.

Yeah.

Private investigators, huh?

We were just doing our jobs.

Vaya con dios.

Hey, know anyone who wants a dog?

I want to get in touch with Vincent's clients

when we get home.

Make sure they know the case got solved.

You got a big heart,

when you're not decking murderers.

At least Sona and the other victims

will get some money back,

now those two are facing charges.

Justice, in her many colours.

Do you want to reach out to Brad when we're back?

Garbage-bag sauna-sweat earns you some R'n'R.

You know what? A few days ago, I would've jumped at the chance,

but now, only place I wanna be is with you and our son.

We know it's a lot to absorb.

The good news is,

the real person who killed your mom

is going to prison,

and despite everything...

Mike really did love her.

It's nice to know she loved and was loved,

one more time, you know?

Thank you both so much.

I'm just so sad without her.

Losing a parent is learning to live

with a hole in your heart-- it takes time.

In the meantime,

maybe we can help a little?

♪ ...Sitting on top of the world... ♪

Hey, boy.

Elvis!

Hey!

You said you wished he had a better owner,

and now he needs a new one.

I'll take him!

My mom loved him so much.

He's gonna make me feel close to her every day.

Hey, buddy!

Look who I found.

- Oh! - Hey, buddy.

Oh, come here, little man!

Hello! Oh...

How are you doing, huh?

- Hello, Little Mister. - Hey, what's going on?

Huh?

Okay.

I'm ready.

Did he walk?

He did.

I'm sorry you missed it.

That's okay. Seconds are just as good.

Heck, yeah, they are!

Come on, Flapjack!

Let's show Mommy what we can do!

Show Daddy, too.

Come on, buddy, you can do it.

Let's go!

You ready, buddy?

Come on, let see! Come on!

Come on, let's do it.

Come on, buddy.

- Come on. - You got it!

Go, go, go.

Come on! Let's go!

You can do it, you can do it! Oh!

That was a step!

Ah!

Oh, my God! Look at him!

He's going!

Come on, come on. Come on.

- Aw, yeah! - Yeah, come on.

There he is!

You did it, you little munchkin!

♪ ...I'm sitting on top of the world! ♪

♪ I'm sitting on top of the world! ♪

♪ I'm sitting on top of the world! ♪

♪ I'm sitting on top of the world! ♪

♪ I'm sitting on top of the world! ♪