All language subtitles for Private.Eyes.S03E08.The Conroy Curse.eng

And the forecast today is sunshine
and scorching hot temperature

as we continue to experiencing a
major heat wave here in the city.

Expect temperatures to rise...

Why is it so hot in here?

Please tell me that's not
our air conditioner.

- Dad?
- Hey, guys.

This is your AC condenser
from out back.

Zoe asked me to swing by

and check on the place while
she's on vacation and

I could hear this baby
chugging from a mile away.

- So you decided to take it apart?
- I'm fixing it.

We should call a repair guy.

- Yeah.
- And why?

Have him charge you an arm
and a leg to tighten up

a couple of screws? Nah, I'll
have this baby fixed in no time.

Well, the good news is,
it's the end of the day.

How could it possibly get any worse?

Ooh! There they are, right there!

There they are! My two favourite PIs!

In the house!

- Conroy?
- Hey,

is it hot in here or is it just me?

- Who is Mr. Margaritaville?
- Dad,

this is Deputy Eddie Conroy.

We met him last year
up at Preston Hall.

Pleasure to meet you, sir.

We all solved a murder together.
It was pretty awesome.

Maybe not for the dead guy.

Probably the victim's
husband, too, and...

not very fun for any of
the hotel guests who...

Conroy, what brings
you to the big city?

Oh. OK. I got a case for you guys.

Oh, darn.

- We are totally slammed right now.
- Totally slammed.

- You are?
- Yep.

Slammed.

Right. Yeah, I should have supposed.

I mean, you guys are the best, so...

OK, well, very nice to meet
you, and sorry to bother you.

OK.

Ugh! Wait, wait.

What's going on, Conroy?

OK. Let me tell you

about Estelle Warren.
80-year-old woman,

has this cozy little cabin on the
outside of town, in the woods.

- She was robbed?
- Oh no, no, no... She lived alone,

she had a bad hip,

had trouble getting down
the lane to get her mail.

I used to go by once a
week with the mail...

OK, hold up.

Why are you speaking in the past tense?
Did something happen to her?

Oh, yes, yes, absolutely.
She was murdered.

And I think it was my fault.

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- When you tune in next week,

I'll explain how this boat

and this notorious murderer

are connected.

Is that Jack the Ripper? Because
I always thought that...

Shh. This part is really important.

I have been revealing too
many truths, haven't I?

Who have I pissed off?

CSIS? NSA?

Hey... I saw your brown truck

parked on the street the other night

in front of my house.

This was the last vlog she ever made.

See, in the Titanic movie,
Leo's name was Jack.

- Keep going, Conroy.
- A week before she died,

Estelle told me about this brown truck.

I mean, she was always going
on about conspiracy stuff,

so I didn't take her seriously.

- And then, she was murdered?
- Yeah.

No. I mean, I don't know.

My Sergeant found Estelle in her
garage with her car running.

It was ruled a suicide.

- That's tough, man. I'm sorry.
- Nah, look...

I refuse to believe that
she took her own life.

If I'd just listened to her
about that dark brown truck,

she could still be alive right now.

This is why I need you
guys to help me with this.

You want us to investigate
a murder up in...

- Willowton.
- Willowton.

But Estelle's grandniece lives here.
Maybe she knows something?

I think her name is Maude.

Oh, and I've got the license
plate number for the truck.

Why didn't you run the plate yourself?

Yes, right. About that.

I was, uh... suspended.

Conroy.

I know. Boss was fed up about
the fact that I wouldn't

let it be,

and then I ordered an
autopsy behind her back.

She suspended me before it came
through. Look. You guys are

the only people I know that can
help me with this, so... please.

Just one second.

- So, what do you think?
- No.

- Don't you feel bad for him?
- Yes.

Which is why we can't humour
this wild goose chase.

You know your air flow
regulator is shot, right?

- Yes, I know.
- Cool.

OK, fine. Take him around for the
day, then go buy him a beer.

- I'll look into the niece.
- OK, but I was thinking

maybe you could take him around
and I will go see the... niece.

Guess that means no.

So this isn't one of those
real Porsches, huh?

This is one of those fake kit things?

- It's a real Porsche.
- Oh yeah?

Oh, that's cool. That's pretty cool.

- I drive a Corolla myself.
- Corolla?

Wow. That's a... reliable car.

Oh, you can say that again.
Seventeen faithful years

and counting, my friend.

Look. Thanks again, huh?
Not everybody, um...

really takes me that seriously.

It's no problem, man.

I can tell Estelle meant a lot to you.

Hey, when we're done with this,

what're the chances you'd let
me take this baby for a spin?

- Zero.
- OK.

Wow! Oh, wow!

Look at this place! Whoo!

- First time in a police station?
- Oh no, no, not me. I'm a cop.

- Is Maz here?
- He's on a training session.

- Oh. Uh...
- You know what would be great?

If you could look up a
license plate number for us.

I've got it right here.

Didn't you just say you were a cop?

Yeah, I did.

- Inspector Carson!
- What's going on here?

I can tell you. Shade
and Everett are looking

into a lead about the murder
of my friend Estelle.

Nice to meet you. I'm
Deputy Eddie Conroy.

- Murder?
- Possible murder.

Highly unlikely murder.
We're helping our...

very special friend Eddie.

Eddie just lost someone
very special to him.

Hey, no. That's private.

He's struggling with acceptance.

I'm going around the
corner to yell at someone.

When I come back, don't be here.

I believe that was her way
of turning a blind eye.

How come someone in Willowton
isn't looking into this?

Not many of us at the station.
It's a pretty small town.

I've got the number for you right here.

OK, well, there's nothing coming up

with a brown truck under
this license plate.

Well, I appreciate you
honestly taking a look...

Wait a minute. Wait a minute.

Can you run that plate again
with different colours?

I just totally forgot

that Estelle was completely colourblind.

So you might want to try
blue and red, maybe.

Also, Estelle's pretty
significantly dyslexic,

so these letters could
very well be wrong.

I'll give you a couple suggestions.
Um...

So just that I'm clear,

we're just shooting aimlessly
here and hoping for a bullseye?

That pretty much covers it.

- Uh-huh.
- OK, try that out.

Nope, not that one.

Oh.

Well, there is a blue pick-up truck
that matches this plate number.

It's registered to a towing
company out in Scarborough.

8356...

Commission Road South.

- I knew it!
- Yeah, we gotta go.

Inspector.

Ahh... Air conditioning.

You must be Angie. Fiona.

Fiona?

Deputy Conroy said your name was Maude.

Deputy Conroy?

The police officer who was
friends with your great-aunt?

Oh, right. He's a funny
little man, that one.

I'm still trying to wrap my
brain around all of this.

Aunt Estelle was a kook,

but I didn't think she
was capable of...

taking her own life. It's thanks to her

that I was able to start my
catering business, actually.

Oh, did she leave you
money in her will?

No, before that. She
sent me $2,000 a month

to keep me going until
we got up on our feet.

Wow. That's quite the allowance.

Aunt Estelle was incredibly generous.

Do you have any idea where
the money was coming from?

I assumed her savings?

Didn't have any kids or a
partner to give it to.

And actually, she increased
the cheques to 2,600 a month

a little while ago.

- Did she say why?
- No.

Now that I think about it,

maybe she was planning this.

Don't people usually give things away

- before they...?
- Yeah. Did Estelle have any friends?

Not really.

There was a name she'd mention
every once in a while.

Betty Love. I think I
have her email address.

Great.

Anybody home?

It's abandoned.

Glad we came. How about we go
get that beer? It's on me.

There's a great pub
right near the agency.

Good God, no.

That's fresh oil.

- That's fresh oil.
- Seriously?

You think you're gonna follow an
oil trail and find a blue truck?

This isn't Scooby-Doo, man.

Boo-yah!

Whoa, whoa, just calm down,

Don Ho. Let's examine the facts.

A, this truck is a different colour
than the one Estelle described,

and B, that license plate
is a different number

than the one that was written
down in Estelle's journal.

Hey! Who are you guys?

I'm Deputy Conroy, Willowton Police.

We're just looking at this truck
here which might be involved

in a murder case.

Wow, you just give it all
away for free, don't you?

Could we, um,

talk to the owner of
this fine establishment?

OK, just let me make a phone call.

Betty Love? I'm Angie Everett,
private investigator.

I can come back later.

Well, you'll be waiting
for quite a while.

I'm training for a marathon.

Oh!

So you wanted to talk about Estelle?

Yes. That must have
come as quite a shock.

When you get to my age,

you have to just gain a
certain amount of acceptance.

My friend Rosemary died six weeks
ago from that terrible flu

that was going around.
Just have to keep moving.

I'm not sure if you're aware,
but the cops who found Estelle,

they... they believe
she committed suicide.

And you want to know
if that's possible.

Well, she said she never
wanted to be a burden.

I could see maybe if she was
diagnosed with something terminal,

she might take things into
her own hands, but...

- Do you know if that was true?
- She never said anything to me.

OK, well, thank you.
I'll see myself out.

Oh, uh...

One more thing. Do you
happen to know of anyone

related to Estelle by
the name of Maude?

Maude? No. No, never heard the name.

What is up with this guy? My
spidey senses are going off.

You know, I never had those.

Yeah, OK. Yeah, he's around back, guys.

Just set down back there.
He's expecting ya.

Just around the corner.
Be right with ya.

Don't answer that.

Aw, shoot. Not you shoot...
I meant, you know, shoot...

OK, shut up. Just throw
the phone on the ground.

- Wallet, bag, car keys.
- Look, man, we can talk about this...

Get in the shipping
container, both of you. Now!

[This is Matt Shade. Leave a message.]

Hey, it's me. I'm just checking in.

I haven't come up with much on my end.

I'm calling it a night.
I'll see you tomorrow.

Look, man, we can just walk away
and not tell anybody about this...

- OK.
- Or we can get in the container.

Entirely up to you.

Oh my gosh! I was right, wasn't I?

It WAS a murder!

And it's another hot one
out there today, folks.

Sticky and humid.

The temperatures again in the
high thirties throughout...

Hello?

Yeesh. It's hotter
than Trinidad in here.

Yeah, I hadn't noticed.

OK, I'm on it.

See I got the parts

and I found a manual online
that should speed things up.

Oh, good. Don, this is in Spanish.

- I know. It's all I could find.
- Hey, have you heard from Shade?

No, I don't think he
came home last night.

I figured he was out late
with you working a case.

No. No, I called his phone, it
went straight to voicemail.

You know what? I'm gonna
head downtown, talk to Maz,

see if he knows where
Shade and Conroy are.

- And I'm gonna get started on this.
- Great.

Oh... what time is it?

- Ten after eight.
- Oh, man!

This heat really did me in.

Slept like a baby. How about you?

I'm sorry. This is all my fault.

I didn't think

that the end would unfold like this.

I turn forty tomorrow, you know.

Every man

in my family dies
before they turn forty.

It's the Conroy curse.

- The what?
- Conroy curse.

Granddaddy Conroy fell down a well.

They said he shouted a bit, but
Granny was pretty deaf by then.

My uncle died at Christmas

when the tree he was chopping
down fell on top of him.

And good ole Dad...

he was electrocuted to death

while he was fixing his television set.

Yeah.

It was a tow truck company
out in Scarborough.

And Shade didn't mention if he
was going anywhere else after?

You mean with Ace Ventura?

'Cause of the Hawaiian shirt

and the weird... No, he didn't mention

- where he was going after that.
- I need you to make a phone call.

I need the police report
for Estelle Dorset.

Are you thinking there's actually
something to this murder idea?

I haven't talked to Shade
since yesterday afternoon.

I know it sounds crazy, but
Conroy might be onto something.

- Willowton, right?
- Yeah.

Thank you. Just call me
when you get the report.

Awkward, when you say bye and
then walk in the same direction.

Well, I can't let you go
to a tow truck company

in the middle of nowhere by yourself.

- I'm gonna go with you.
- Oh, you don't need to do that.

Well, I actually sent Shade
and the other cop out there,

so if anything has happened,
I do need to know about it.

- Cool.
- Cool.

Oh, sushi.

Flying in an airplane.

Never learning the difference
between effect with an 'e'

and affect with an 'a'...

I don't know, there's so much stuff.
What about you?

Huh? I don't even know
what game we're playing.

Do you have any regrets? We're
playing regrets right now.

No, I don't believe in them.

They're only opportunities
for learning.

Really?

- What about, like, Angie?
- What about Angie?

OK, come on. You're gonna
sit there and tell me

that you never, ever, ever...

thought about being with Angie? Ah!

Ah, right there! See? Right there.

Could we just focus on
getting out of here?

I get it, I get it. Love is tough.
It's very tough.

In my graduating class in high
school there was one girl,

and she was my twin sister Edie.

Wow...

I mean, yes, at the Police
Academy, there was a woman.

I never had the courage to ask her out.

Ever. Darla.

And every month there's
this singles mixer

in the curling club down the road

and they say that she goes,

and every month I say
that I'm gonna go,

but every month, I just chicken out.

And now it just seems so... stupid.

Hey. Hey. Magnum?

Listen to me.

We're getting out of here.
And when we get out of here,

you're going to go to
that singles mixer.

You know how I know that?

- How?
- 'Cause I'm gonna take ya.

I'm a good wingman.

- You hear that?
- Yeah.

He's coming back.

Alright. When he comes
through that door,

I'm gonna take him on, and
you hit him with this.

- What?
- Yeah.

- God...
- You ready?

No.

OK...

You guys still in there?

No. I mean...

I'm not dead. The other guy...

very much dead. He's super dead.

I personally do not... do
not feel very good at all.

Hey, listen, you let us go
now and it'll all be OK.

You don't have to kill anyone.

And we will not call the cops.

- What's going on out there?
- What is going on out there?

Let's just say you should buckle up.

So what's with the go bag?

Oh, I've been prepped
to investigate a murder

since I was in high school.

Oh! You always wanted to be a cop?

It was either that or go
into the family business.

- Which was?
- Carpet cleaning.

Ah.

After I graduated, my
dad offered me a job

answering phones and said
if I worked hard enough,

in a few years he would
promote me to sales.

So I enrolled in the Police
Academy the next afternoon.

Hello?

They're not here.

There's no sign of them. They
must have come and gone.

Oh, police report from Willowton.

There's an accompanying
autopsy report for a suicide?

Oh yeah, that would have been
ordered by our good friend

Deputy Conroy behind
his Sergeant's back.

Well, apparently it was good reason.
She had a clean bill of health,

but according to the
autopsy, she had a high dose

of benzodiazepine in her system.

A sedative? She was found in her car.

Both benzo and carbon monoxide
will put you to sleep.

You wouldn't need to use both.

I think we need to take a visit to
Willowton to see the medical examiner.

Exactly what I was thinking.

Hey there.

The receptionist is on her lunch break.
Who're you?

We're looking for
Sergeant Lydia Sullivan?

You can't pee here. There's a gas
station five minutes up the road.

I'm Detec...

Trainee Detective Danica
Powers from Metro PD.

You're a long way from the city.

I'm actually friends with Eddie Conroy.

He came to us about Estelle's death.

Suicide, you mean? Poor
kid won't let it go.

We caught him breaking into her
house in search of 'evidence',

and then he had the audacity to
order an autopsy behind my back.

About that autopsy. Have you
had a chance to review it yet?

Does it look like I have
all the time in the world?

Um, could we talk to
the Medical Examiner?

- Conroy?
- No. The Medical Examiner.

- Yeah. Conroy!
- Yeah, be right there.

Thought I heard Toronto folk.
What can I do for you?

You're Eddie's...?

Sister. Twin, actually.
Older by two minutes.

Took his sweet time coming
out the ol' birth canal.

That explains a lot.

Uh, and you're the Medical Examiner?

Town vet, too. And doctor.

- Incredible.
- The autopsy you prepared...

What can you tell us
about the sedatives

you found in Estelle's system?

Did she have a prescription
for Benzodiazepine?

I never wrote her one.

Doesn't mean she couldn't
have gotten some

from the local drug
dealer, though, huh?

I don't push pills,
that's Old Man Pitfield.

Listen, if you want to go about your
own investigation, be my guest.

I'll give you the keys
to Estelle's place.

Telling you, though,
won't find anything...

Lonely conspiracy nut
who offed herself.

Sad but true.

- Thanks.
- Thank you.

Help!

You have mosquito repellent
in your detective kit?

You know what the most
deadly creature on earth is?

Next to humans, of course... mosquitos.

- You're welcome.
- Hm!

Ugh, terrible service out here.

OK...

- Parrilla de flujo de aire?
- Air... something.

Yeah, I got that much.

Grandpa, I don't know. I
went to Italy, not Spain.

Yeah.

Hey, Don, just checking in. Any news?

No, nothing yet.

- Did you hear from Jules?
- [Yeah.]

- Who's on the phone? Is it Dad?
- It's Angie.

Angie, hello?

Hello?

Hello?

Call dropped.

It's gonna be OK, kid.
It's gonna be OK.

- Anything?
- No, I lost the call.

What did you lose back there?

Oh, just the engagement ring
I bought for my girlfriend.

- What? Did you find it?
- No. It's fine, though.

It's a 10-dollar ring from Kensington
Market. I'll buy her a new one.

She's really against diamonds

and she's not really a jewelry person.

I didn't know you were getting married.
Congratulations.

I don't know if I am yet.

I've had the ring in my
bag for two months now.

You take the bathroom,
I'll take the bedroom.

No Benzo yet!

Same. And they didn't find
any in the car with her,

so where the hell is it?

This definitely seems
like a murder case to me.

And not just because I've
been hoping for one.

- So your girlfriend...
- Kate.

Does she know you're going to propose?

She has no idea.

It's silly, really. It's
probably just an overreaction.

- To what?
- Her leaving.

She's a war correspondent.

She's heading to Damascus next
week, and every time she goes,

I get this horrible
feeling in my stomach

like I'm never gonna see her again.

I'm so sorry. I didn't think.

No, no, no, it's OK.

When did you know that
Kate was "the one"?

Well, I'd just been turned down
for my fifth straight patrol job.

That night, she took me out for dinner

and she told me that, no matter what,
she would always believe in me.

And that was it.

Hey, look at that grate.

Looks like it's been moved.

- Estelle, you sneaky little bugger.
- This is really old.

Mineral Ore Deposit

Property Ventures?

Estelle went to lot of trouble
to hide these things.

- Hey!
- Gosh! Hello!

Somebody!!

Hey! What are you doing?

Making some air holes for ya.

Hey, I gotta admit, I went
through your wallet, Matt Shade.

Matt Shade... you're the hockey player!

Yeah, that's right. I am.

Aw, man, I still remember
that playoff game

where you scored the winning goal.
Knocked it right out of midair.

- That was incredible.
- What?

- Thanks?
- It's too bad I gotta kill you.

Come on, man.

You don't have to do that. Look,

I know you're just a hired gun.

You let us out of here and

we'll help you take down
your boss together.

No can do, man. She'd kill me, too.

- She?
- What?

OK, thanks.

So it looks like it's a real
estate holdings company

that pays out dividends
to its investors.

Did you figure out how many people
are invested in the company?

That's the weird part.
There's only four:

Estelle Dorset, Betty
Love, Rosemary Dupond,

and Alice Van Horn. Do you know them?

Yeah. I already talked to Betty

and she mentioned her friend
Rosemary, who died 6 weeks ago.

Of what?

Betty mentioned the flu.

And let me guess: no autopsy was done.

And the monthly dividend payments

went up right after Rosemary's death.

But why?

Maybe they had life insurance
policies on each other?

That's not how life insurance works.

We need to talk to the fourth woman.

Alice Van Horn.

A 6-letter word for "tap."

Has an "F" and a "C" in there.

It's "faucet", Mom.

Oh, hello. You must be the
investigators that called.

Yes. I'm Angie.

This is Officer Powers.

Trainee Detective Powers. Hello!

Is she...?

Not much of a conversationalist,
but I can try and help you.

Oh, yeah, sure. Um...

We're looking into a
financial investment

your mother was involved in

that's been linked to
a possible murder.

Do you know anything about
Mineral Ore Deposit

- Property Ventures?
- MOD.

"MOD"...

Mineral Ore Deposit is "Maude".

That's the name that Conroy
heard Estelle talking about.

Betty did us good.

Oh, she was such a schemer, that one.

Rosemary?

- Rosemary?
- No, Ma.

- This isn't Rosemary.
- Rosemary...

She's been struggling with
Alzheimer's for a long time now.

She doesn't know much of what's
she's saying these days.

I'm sorry, did you say murder?

Should I be worried about
my mother's safety?

We're gonna talk to the
staff in the building

and see if there's any additional
precautions they can take.

Thank you.

Oh, I have to get her to her
physiotherapy appointment.

Excuse me.

This is my card.

If she says anything about
MOD, please call me.

When I talked to Betty, she said
she'd never heard of 'MOD'.

All I can see is gravel and water.

Whoa... OK, what is happening?

I don't know, but that can't be good.

- Oh, no. No, no, no, no, no...
- What is it?

I'm starting to think

that these aren't air holes.

We know about your MOD investment.

Well.

Is there something we
can help you find?

Oh, it's my pills. They're
in here somewhere.

I have to take one every couple
of hours. Oh, here they are.

Why didn't you tell me about
this when we met yesterday?

Because it's none of your business.

Did you murder Estelle and Rosemary?

I most certainly did not!

And you watch your tone, young miss.

We were best friends.

I mean, sure, over the past
couple of decades we grew apart,

but from the early 70s

through the millennium,

those women were my family.

We took care of each other.

And then MOD took care of us.

So you admit to the investment scheme.
Listen,

you just need to come clean with us.

Somebody's trying to kill its members.

So you think

Estelle's death was actually a murder?

We strongly believe so, yes.

Then I guess I'd better tell you...

Betty? Betty?

- My heart...
- Betty, what's going on?

I'm calling an ambulance.

OK, you might have been right.
I don't think this is working.

I just think it's soaking through.

Come on!

Betty's stable now,
and in the hospital.

Forensics checked her pills.

- And?
- Arsenic poisoning.

Somebody sprayed them.

Shade and Conroy have been
missing for more than 24 hours.

After 24 hours...

- We'll find them.
- Hey, look at this.

Upon death, all shares
revert back to the company.

OK, well, that explains

why the dividends went up for Estelle.

The money was redistributed
to other members,

so the more members that die...

The more the others' shares go up...

- Oh, my God. It's a tontine.
- A French tart?

No. But close.

Think pie.

My dad and I dealt with some
fraudsters who had a tontine

a couple of years ago.

It starts out like a
regular investment,

with people pooling their money

to buy something big. In their
case, four pieces to the pie.

Now, the investment pays
out a dividend each month,

but when someone dies, with
one less person to pay,

everyone else gets a bigger dividend.

So instead of passing the shares
onto their descendants...

Their shares stay with the investment.

When Rosemary died, Estelle's and
the other women's share increased,

- but now that Estelle's dead...
- Alice and Betty's payout

will increase. OK, so what happens
when you're just left with one?

The last person standing
gets everything

and they get to pass
it onto their heirs.

Who else knows about this investment?

Maybe someone's putting
their thumb on the scale.

No one, as far as we can tell.

Unless... Alice's daughter, Janet.

She was pretty quick to leave
once we mentioned MOD.

And didn't even question why
anyone would be after her mother.

Plus, I'll bet she's got
power of attorney because

of her mother's Alzheimer's.

Wait a second.

That truck they were after...

Who is it registered to?

Jackson Van Horn.

Van Horn... Alice Van Horn.
Could that be her son?

And Janet's brother.

This is the Conroy curse.

I'm so sorry for bringing
you down with me.

Stop talking like that.
Nobody's dying in here.

I don't know how, but we're
getting out of here.

What was that?

- Man, we're going down.
- What? Oh God!

- I can't swim! I can't swim!
- Grab onto the roof.

There you go.

I haven't been in water
since cousin Tony drowned

in a charity dunk tank
on his 39th birthday...

You just hold on tight.
I'll be right back.

What? Where are you going?!

- The only place I can go: down.
- What? No, don't go down!

Oh God... he went.

I said don't go down.

What happened?

OK, good news. The door is open.

The impact broke the lock.

All we gotta do is swim down and out.

- What? I can't.
- Yeah. Yeah.

I can't do that. I won't make it.

You can. I'll guide you through it.

I can't do it. I can't do it.

Conroy, hey, look at me!

Conroy... Sushi.

The singles mixer. I'm gonna
teach you the difference

between effect and affect,
but we gotta go right now.

Will you tell Angie
how you really feel?

- What?
- Promise me

that you will tell Angie
how you really feel!

Yeah, sure, fine, whatever.
We gotta go. You ready?

- Oh God.
- One, two,

three!

Hey!

Hello?

You there?

I did it.

Yeah, they're at the
bottom of the lake.

Hey!

Yeah! OK!

- Get his arm.
- I'm gonna get his arm.

- Get something to tie him up.
- Get something to tie him up?

Gimme a signal. Signal.

Unknown number. Shade?

Hey. I'm at... I don't know, a quarry,

- maybe it's a gravel pit.
- [We figured it out.]

Hang in there, OK? Help's on
the way right now. Are you OK?

- Is Conroy OK?
- [Yeah, we'll be fine.]

Drop the phone!

Shade? Shade!

How did you manage to screw this up

in the three minutes since
we've hung up the phone?

You know what? You can stay like that.

I don't have the energy for you.

Come on, move it.

Back to the water.

- The Conroy curse.
- Pick it up, boys.

Drop your weapon! Now!

Get your hands where we can see 'em!

OK, I'm unarmed, I'm unarmed!

What took you so long?

- We made a good team today.
- We did.

You know, I think I'm gonna go
back tomorrow and buy that ring.

It's time. Can't wait forever,
you know what I mean?

That's a great idea.

- Oh, uh, Sergeant Sullivan?
- Deputy.

Deputy, I think I owe you an apology.

You were right, and I
should have listened.

Oh, that's Jules.

I've been keeping her
and your dad updated.

She's going to yell at me,
and then she's going to cry.

So this means my suspension's lifted?

Yeah. See you Monday.

OK, and maybe a promotion?

I'm pretty sure she'll hug
you when you get home.

Hey, Jules.

Hi, honey. No, I'm fine.

Honey, I'm fine.

Yeah, honey, I couldn't call you.
They took my phone.

Honey, calm down.

Honey, honey, it's OK.
Listen, I'm fine, OK?

They didn't do anything to me.
I'm fine, OK?

I'm sorry I didn't tell you
about the tontine earlier.

It's just... it's not especially legal.

I can sorta see why.

How'd you set it up in the first place?

The four of us were admin assistants

for a group of geologists.

None of us were married, and we were
determined to secure our future

on our own terms.

We withdrew our pensions
and pooled our money.

Did you know

there was a mineral
deposit on the land?

No.

It was Alice who noticed the signs.

So we rented out the land to
a mineral extraction company

and that kept us safe
for over 40 years.

How about now? Alice's
two kids are in jail...

Well, I have a guest room
that barely gets used.

Nobody should be without
friends or family.

Daisies!

That's right, Alice.

They're your favourite, aren't they?

We'll pick some up on our way home.

Thank you, Betty.

You ladies are lucky to
have found one another.

- So nice!
- It's working again!

- Thank God!
- Conroy? What are you doing here?

He fixed the air conditioning.

Well, you know, couldn't have done it

without my two trusted assistants here.

Oh?

- He speaks Spanish. Self-taught.
- Con la ayuda de Rosetta Stone.

- Thanks, Conroy.
- Don't mention it.

Oh, our reservation's in 15 minutes.
We should get going.

OK. Well, hey, thank you again.

You guys go have some fun out there.

No, Conroy, you're coming with us.

It's your 40th birthday, man.
You broke the curse!

Oh God, you're right!

Wow, OK! Alright, where are we going?

Sushi! When I make a
promise, I don't forget it.

Aw, how cute,

you two making plans and promises
while stuck in that death trap.

Actually, you, uh... you made
another promise out there.

Oh, that's right. I promised

that I would be your wingman at
that singles mixer up north!

Oh my gosh! I almost forgot about that!

That's a good save, buddy.

You know what would make this birthday

- even better than it already is?
- What's that?

Maybe just let me drive the
Porsche to the restaurant.

What? Come on, I almost drowned!

- Yes, you did.
- And while that was happening,

I remember that you made a promise...

- Can you drive a stick?
- I mean, I could learn.

What?

- Don't even bother.
- I think we're outta here.

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