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We've been planning
this for weeks, Maz, fine.

Boyfriend trouble?

I mean, can someone really be your
boyfriend if you barely see them anymore?

Uh... you put me on the speaker.

What's the problem?

We've been trying to find a
place over the last month,

then we finally line up some realtors,
set up some viewings and he cancels.

He just can't get away from work, I
mean, who takes their job that seriously?

- Except me, of course.
- Still no calls?

Mrs. Kowalski and her cheating husband?

- Uh! Anyone else?
- Uh... do collection agencies count?

You spend a little time in jail and
everyone forgets your number, am I right?

- Too soon, my bad.
- No, it's fine.

It's not like that thought
hasn't crossed my mind.

Hey, any calls?

Never mind.

How about...

a couple of courtside seats to the Hazards
playoff game tonight to lighten the mood?

I know who'll appreciate these.

- Maz.
- Oh no, you don't!

I have a colourcoded schedule
of viewings lined up

over the next couple of days
and I have to keep him focused.

OK.

Everett, get your coat,
I'm getting you out of here.

Uh! Me? No, I'm good, thanks.

You're about to eat a tub of sour cream.

- It's kind of like yogurt.
- No, it's not.

Fine, let's get our home run on!

I'm kidding!

There he is! There he is!
MVP, three years in a row.

Oh... come on, ref!

Wake up, ref! You're missing a great game!

- That was good, convincing.
- I heard you yell at the TV once.

Mr. Shade.

- Come with me, please.
- Who are you?

Someone you're gonna want to listen to.

You all wait here.

- But we're missing the game!
- It's halftime.

I told you not to throw that popcorn.

It was a bad call.

Cordell Squires!

- Wait, you sent those tickets?
- Of course I did.

- Thanks for coming, man.
- Yeah, you got it.
- Wait, you two know each other?

Uh, yeah, I covered Cordy back in his NCAA
days, back when I was a broadcaster.

- Nobody's called me that since college.
- Yeah, this is my partner, Angie.

- OK, you must be the Everett
half of Shade and Everett.
- It's actually Everett and...

- never mind.
- Listen, I gotta run to the locker room,
so I'm gonna cut to the chase.

- What's up?
- I need your help with something.

- This picture was posted on
a website called "Daily Rumor".
- Is that...?

Gabby would never step out on me.
This guy's name is Eric Martin.

He's the manufacturing contact for our
sneaker line, they met last Monday.

- Uh... buddy, you know that tabloid
rumours are just part of being famous.
- Yeah, I know.

Gabby says it's a waste of time hiring PIs.

Gabrielle Squires? Of Demolition?

- Yeah, that's our brand.
- Oh, I know, I'm a fan.

Did you know that she took
a tiny apparel company

and turned it into a half
a billion dollar empire?

Yeah, I know. I know the guy, remember?

It took us a decade to get where we are and
rumours like this could tank us in a month.

And Gabby, she keeps up a brave face,
but I know this is wearing on her.

So I need you to find out who took
this picture so I can shut them down.

I need you to keep it quiet though.

Nobody on my team knows that I'm hiring you
and I don't want Gabby to find out either.

Alright, we'll get on it.

- Great seeing you, Shade.
- You too, buddy.

- Enjoy the game.
- Thanks.

This is huge!

I mean, a client like Cordell Squires
could put us back on the map.

Uh... it pays to know people,
and by people I mean me.

Stick with me, kid, I'm going places.

Oh, yeah, going places, alright.

♪ I see you and you see me ♪

♪ Watch you blowin' the lines
when you're makin' a scene ♪

♪ Oh boy, you've got to know ♪

♪ What my head overlooks ♪

♪ The senses will show to my heart ♪

♪ When it's watching for lies ♪

♪ Cause you can't escape my ♪

♪ Private Eyes
They're watching you ♪

♪ Private Eyes
They're watching you ♪

♪ Watching you, watching
you, watching you ♪

I've searched the Daily Rumor website.

None of their photos are credited.

That makes sense, if I ever find the guy
who took that photo of me on the dock

at Becca's family cottage 15 years ago...

Yeah, the one where you're naked holding
the moose antlers over your head?

Which I've never seen.

Wait... so, who's the dude with Gabrielle?

His name's Eric Martin,

he's a sneaker manufacturer she works with.

- Do a soft search and see if you
can find any secrets in his closet.
- Wait a sec.

I just sent you an article.

It's Cordell going
bananas on a photographer

over a month ago, and
again, no photo credit.

But they reported on the incident,
apparently, Cordell grabbed

the photographer's $25,000 lens
and bashed it against a wall.

Elizabeth Moore, freelance paparazzo.

Sounds like motive to me, how
do we find the photographer?

Uh... she's been taking a lot of
photos of this boxer this week,

Seamus Conor, he's in
town for some big fight.

Yeah, right, he's been all over the news.

- Hey, can you find out where he's...
- The Queen Eleanor.

- A boutique hotel in Yorkville.
- Zoe Chow for the win.

Yeah.

- So, gun to your head...
is Gabrielle having an affair?
- Nah.

I don't buy it, I know
them, they're a team.

Totally devoted to each
other, at least they were.

There he is, Seamus Conor.

If he's here, our pesky photographer
shouldn't be too far away.

And... gotcha.

Oh! For the love of all that
is holy, get out of my way!

- Elizabeth Moore, I presume?
- I don't get enough credit
for not being a psychopath.

Does this photo look familiar?

Of course, it's plastered
all over the web right now.

- The picture, you took it.
- No, I wish.

- I heard it went for fifty grand.
- Fifty grand?

Yeah, can you believe some regular
schmuck got the shot of the year?

Wait, you're saying this
wasn't taken by a pro?

Are you kidding? Look
how poorly composed it is.

What about your highly-
publicized riff with Cordell?

Left you short of a $25,000
lens, I'd be pissed.

Yeah, I was, and then, a
week later, a brand new lens

arrived from Demolition with an apology.

Why do you care so much
about a photo of Gabrielle

- at The Jasper Arms Hotel anyway?
- How do you know it's The Jasper Arms?

I've been photographing celebrities there
since it opened, see that wallpaper?

It's in all their suites.
Now, if you'll excuse me...

- Jasper Arms?
- Hmm-mm.

- Check it out!
- I will if you come back 5 steps.

- Right, height, so cute.
- Don't patronize my fears.

- Definitely where the photo was taken from.
- Yeah, now all we have to
do is figure out who took it.

- Security cameras?
- Nothing pointing directly at this spot.

- Parking attendant, maybe?
- Automated parking.

- You thinking what I'm thinking?
- Maz.

He's been uptight about helping lately.

There's a new inspector at the
station and he's been dodging me.

We'll just have to be extra convincing.

No, no, no, no! I cannot help you.

He looks like Maz, he talks like Maz.

And yet, the Maz I know would
never refuse a lifelong friend...

A lifelong friend who was
recently charged with espionage.

- Those charges were vacated!
- Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!

- Detective Mazhari, you have visitors?
- Uh... yes, Inspector Carson!

Um... this is... uh... my cousin...
Tamantha... and her boyfriend... Earl.

Pleased to meet you.

I had no idea so many people in
your extended family were cops.

Because we all know that only members
of the police force are allowed back here.

Isn't that right, Maz?

- Yes, Inspector.
- Right.

She's a treat.

You two have to leave, right now.

One parking machine, all we need
is the usage for last Monday.

Do you know how close I am to
being demoted to desk monkey?

You'd be such a cute little desk monkey.

Alright, fine, I... I just
feel bad for our client.

Yeah, Cordell Squires is
gonna be really disappointed.

Tut-tut-tut-tut-tut-tut... sit.

Did you say Cordell Squires?
Are you kidding me?

Well... you help us out,
we'll get you an autograph.

An autograph? What am I, 10 years old?

No, if I help you out, I want
courtside seats to a playoff game.

And I want to meet him and not just like a
"Hey! How are you doing?" flyby type thing.

I want a meaningful interaction, maybe
we go for paninis and we come up

with a secret handshake,
you know what I mean?

Some real skin to skin contact.

Kinky, but we'll see what we can do.

And listen to me, you
bozos, this is the last time.

Fine, just call us when
you've got something.

Come on, Earl, that jalopy
ain't gonna drive itself.

- After you, Tamantha.
- What? That could be a name.

Yes, yes, yes!

Oh! It's perfect!

Check it out.

Two bedrooms, hardwood
floors, on Queen West and

a pet washing station in the basement.

- You don't have any pets.
- Not yet.

But you know, who knows?

Now that Maz and I are gonna be actually
able to spend more time together.

- So how'd you find it?
- Uh, one of Maz's buddies is moving down
south and he had to give up the lease.

Maz just sent it over, and also, this is
the list of users for that parking station.

Recognize any names?
I think you'll spot it.

- Demolition?
- That's the Squires' company.

- Maybe Gabrielle parked there?
- But she wouldn't have to.

They have a reserved
parking spot at Jasper Arms.

OK, so someone from their company
took this photo... but why?

Maybe a coincidence
they were there that day?

Don't think so, look.

Clock in the hotel room says 9:45.

Charge on the credit card, 9:27.

So whoever took this photo knew
Gabrielle was gonna be there.

Someone from the Squires'
team isn't playing by the rules.

- Here.
- What's this?

It's our cover, we're with
Big League Entertainment,

producing "A Day in the Life"
segment on the Squires.

Ah... got it. Hold on a second.

How come you get to be
the Executive Producer?

Because you're the host or whatever.

Wow... that's what I call
a diversified product line.

Gabrielle's a genius, she's basically
branded every aspect of their relationship.

Hey there, I'm Jacqueline Bynes,
I'm the Squires' publicist.

Uh... who scheduled you again today?

Uh... Cordell reached out to me directly.

- We go way back, I'm Matt Shade.
- Shade.

I know, epic fail guy.

Follow me.

Oh, wait here, I'll let Cordell know.

- Stop it, you're staring.
- I am not.

- You're looking right at her.
- Do you have any idea how
inspiring she is? She rose...

- She's coming, act normal.
- Matt Shade?

Gabby! How are you?

I haven't seen you since my first year
of college. What are you doing here?

- Uh... my... my colleague and I...
- Hi, Scarlett Pierce.

We're doing a, uh... Big League
doc piece on Cordell.

I'm such a huge fan, of you, not Cordell.

I mean he's cool and all,
but... he's not you.

Well, Cordell didn't tell
me anything about this.

Well, I'm sure he didn't want to bother
you, he knows how busy you are.

Ah! Looks like he's free now.

- Nice to see you again, Gabby.
- So nice to meet you.

Don't worry, she doesn't suspect anything.

We said we're here doing
a reality show spot.

Oh, OK. Why don't you guys come in?

- Alright, guys, I need the room.
- Alright, I'll get the door.

Oh, no, no, you too, Mims.

Don't mind him. You guys have a seat.

Mims has been like an older brother
to my boys since high school.

So, uh... you find out
who took the picture?

We found out where the
picture was taken from.

OK, why does that sound like bad news?

The photograph was taken
from a parking garage

across the street from
The Jasper Arms Hotel.

Your company credit card was used to
pay for parking at roughly the same time.

Woh... hold up.

You're trying to say somebody
from Demolition took that picture?

Have you been in a fight
with anyone recently?

- Maybe someone holding a grudge?
- No.

No, everybody who works for
me and Gabby is like family.

I'm serious, nobody would do this.

How about this? See for yourself.

We're having a launch party
tonight for our new bottled water.

Trying to quell the
rumours about this photo.

Why don't you guys come? Meet everybody.

Sure, yeah, we could do that.

But maybe you could start by telling us

how many people had
access to the corporate card.

57 people?!

- Oh... yeah, so who're we looking at?
- OK.

Personal trainer, uh... physiotherapist,
personal chef, nanny...

Woah, woah, woah, woah,
they don't have kids.

Nanny for their dogs.

Cordell's manager, brand
rep, party planner,

- DJ, publicist...
- Zoe, we get the idea.

- How do we narrow this down?
- Well...

Cordell was playing out of town
when the photo was taken,

so between social media and that,
I was able to eliminate 38 people.

- OK, so that leaves 15...
- 19.

19 unaccounted for.

- Yes and luckily, they're all
going to be at the event tonight.
- What about our sneaker guy?

You mean this guy?
The factory he owns is in China.

I found it easily enough
off the Demolition website,

but I'm still having a hard
time tracking him down.

- Yeah, well... keep digging, Zoe.
- I will.

Oh! Um... after... the break that I'm
about to ask which you're totally

going to say yes to because you're
the best bosses in the world.

Go look at the apartment, Zoe.

- Thank you!
- Good luck.

It's about time!

Stop it! You're embarrassing me.

It was gonna fall in the pool.

- So how do you want to play this?
- Well... you talk, I'll film.

Just get them to tell you where they were

last Monday around the
time that photo was taken.

- Sure, piece of cake.
- Alright.

So you guys are set up to do your thing.

I let the entourage know that
you'll be speaking with them.

- Perfect.
- I just need to know what types
of questions you'll be asking.

Oh! You know, uh... day in the life stuff.

You know what, you are such a vital part
of the brand, why don't you start with you.

Tell us about your day, say... last Monday?

Oh! Uh... worst day ever.

I got a flat on the 403 and was nearly
late for a book layout meeting.

Um... Ha! Ha! Ha!
Not that interesting, huh?

Uh... let me know if I can
do anything else for you.

- I saw that!
- You saw nothing.

- Day in the life is like this, yo.
- We fly to Ibiza to party
during one of my sets.

Cordell, he gets up on stage
and starts spinning with me.

You know, Gabster started dancing
with her ladies, ha... you feel me?

Uh... yeah... maybe you could tell
me about a slightly more normal day.

Like... maybe last Monday.

Slept in 'til about 6 pm.

Then went for a falafel with the boys.

- Falafel?
- Vegan is the new black.

I didn't properly introduce myself earlier.

I'm Anastasia, Gabrielle's
cousin and primary assistant.

- So you and Gabrielle must
be together constantly.
- Attached at the hip.

Mm... were you with her at The Jasper Arms
last Monday? She had a meeting there.

You expect me to remember
her entire schedule and mine?

Isn't that your job?

I was sick that day, stomach flu.

Is that glamorous enough for you?

You take care of Cordell's
Instagram account?

That's right, I take the photos, come
up with the filters, choose the captions.

Ah... until Mims changes them, of course.

Wow! Moocher Mims is actually
paying for something, that's a first.

- Why do you say that?
- Let's just say he'll bet on
anything and he ain't ever lucky.

Uh... does Cordell know about that?

Cordell's got a soft spot for the boys
who were with him when he first started.

Mims, he takes advantage.

To be honest, I think he's jealous.

Cordell got everything he ever wanted.

You know it is definitely Mims, right?

Guy with a gambling problem suddenly
flush, likes to bend the rules.

That would be a serious
violation of the Bro-code.

When my high school
buddies moved to Chicago

in my playing days, every
one of them had my back.

I'm sorry, did you just say
that you had an entourage?

Friends, Everett. You should try them out.

What about Anastasia, uh?

"I was home sick" isn't exactly an alibi.

Yeah, sure, Anastasia wants to be
in the limelight, but look at her.

I mean, she absolutely adores Gabrielle.

- I'm telling you, it's Mims.
- Oop... here he comes.

- What's he doing back here?
- Cordell mentioned he works

out of a back office near
the locker room sometimes.

- But why so late at night?
- Because he's the leak.

And we're gonna catch him in the act.

Looks like we found our inside man.

- Oh!
- Come here!

- Get off...
- Ow!

Shh!

- Let's never speak of this moment.
- Agreed.

Is that a Daily Rumor guy?

Don't let the door hit you on the way out.

- Unbelievable.
- What are you two doing here?

- How's the photo business, Mims?
- I don't know what you're
talking about, Little Mama.

- We saw you selling more
Gabrielle photos to that reporter.
- Hey, my man!

- Photos of Cordell...
- What, you signed these?

You know, the more I think about
it, you two ain't no TV producers.

We're investigating who took
the picture of Gabrielle

and leaked it to the Daily Rumor site.

Well, I would never sell out my
boy or his girl like that, period!

Really, is that why you're sneaking
around behind Cordell's back,

selling his MVP trophies?

I ain't sneaking around and
these ain't MVP trophies.

This is from high school, man!
Besides, Cordell knows about it.

Does he know you're forging his signature?

Where were you the day
Gabrielle's photo was taken?

Anastasia and I were at... her place in
the West End doing Kung Fu business.

Funny, Anastasia said she was sick.

Yeah, of course she did, cause, you
know, Cordell and Gabby have a strict

"No messing around with
your colleagues" policy.

Gabby would kill us if she found out!
Matter of fact, you know what?

We don't have to... tell Cordell
about any of this, right?

No, we won't, but... you should.

You own him that at least.

Oh! Anastasia's building confirmed
that Mims was there Monday.

- So, basically, everyone has an alibi.
- We need to start over.

We need to review their entire entourage.

Of course... why didn't
I think of that before?

- What have you got?
- Eric Martin,

the shoe manufacturer,
his real name is Xiang Mau.

He just uses an English name
when he's doing business here

to make it easier for you white folks,
that's why I couldn't find him before.

OK, but... that's not the guy
in the photo with Gabrielle.

- I don't get it, why would Cordell
send us on a wild goose chase?
- Maybe he didn't.

Maybe he just believed
what Gabrielle told him.

- So... who's the guy in the picture?
- I don't know, we need
to take this to Cordell.

- Let... let... let me go and talk to him.
- Fine, but... just be careful, OK?

We can't risk anything happening
to this case, it's too important.

- Zoe, what's wrong?
- Uh? No, nothing, nothing.

The... the lease for the
apartment just came in.

- Well, that's great, isn't it?
- Yeah, it's fantastic.

- I mean, there's no reason why
someone wouldn't want to live there.
- And yet?

Maz and I fight all the time.

We're already arguing about the
apartment and we haven't even moved in!

I just thought living together
would solve everything.

My cousin Rachel,
her and her ex, they...

they started fighting a couple years into
their relationship, so they got engaged.

And then, they fought more...
so they got married.

And then they figured, "Ah... hey, now
we hate each other. Let's have a kid!"

They kept thinking it would be
a fresh start, but it never worked.

So... what should I do?

I think you already know.

Excuse me. Hey... is Cordell here?

I... I sent him a text
but he hasn't responded.

Uh, no, he stepped out for
a last-minute team meeting.

- Will you tell him I'm
looking for him? Thanks.
- Mm.

- Shade! How's the doc coming along?
- Hey!

- Uh... we may have hit a snag.
- I know that look.

You've got something on your mind.

Come on, let's talk.

Look at you!

That was my last year of high school.

I played the national anthem
for our homecoming game.

- Mm... you still play?
- Oh, my God! Not in years.

My schedule's just too crazy.

- And now we've got the water
launch and the shoes... it's... it's...
- With the Chinese... manufacturer, right?

Yeah.

You know what? I just remembered
I have an appointment I have to be at.

- I'll let you get back to work.
- I thought you were coming to see Cordell.

- It can wait.
- Stop it, Shade. What's going on?

You're not doing a documentary on Cordell.

I'm a private investigator now.

My partner and I were hired to find out

who took that picture and
sold it to the Daily Rumor.

Cordell hired you after I told him not to.

- He's just trying to protect you.
- He needs to leave this alone.

- And so do you.
- Look, here's the thing...

I know the guy in the
picture isn't Eric Martin.

- Have you told Cordell?
- Not yet.

- But he will want an explanation.
- I'll talk to him.

- Will you?
- This is none of your business, Shade.

- It kind of is, we were hired specifically...
- I don't give a damn why you were hired!

This is my life we're talking
about, and Cordell's. Get out!

- Gabby! You can't...
- I said get out!

You're fired!

- You got us fired?
- No!

Technically, she's not our client.

Technically? Uh... you got us
fired and you caused a rift

between our client and
his wife for no reason!

- What were you thinking?
- I went over there to talk to Cordell.

She was there instead, she caught on
to me, so I tried to get to the truth.

You blew our case, Shade.

We needed this. We needed it big time!

No, you needed it.

- OK, time to go.
- We're fine.

The agency is gonna get through this.

The agency's reputation's
tanked because of me.

And we're in debt because of me.

You remortgaged your house because of me.

Everett... it's not your
debt, it's our debt, OK?

And it's not your reputation,
it's our reputation.

And it's not my mortgage...
OK, it is still my mortgage.

But the point is... whatever happens here,

it doesn't just happen to you,
it happens to both of us.

That just makes it worse.

No, it doesn't. We're a team.

And when we get that win,
your win, it'll be ours, not mine.

Did that make sense?

No, not really.

But it was a really good
speech up until then.

Yeah, thanks.

Ah... look, I'll go see Cordell, I'll
figure out a way to smooth this over.

Wait.

We'll both go.

- Cordell! Hey, man.
- What're you guys doing here?

You haven't talked to Gabby?

Uh... since when? Why?

Uh... listen, um... we don't want to throw
you off your game during this playoffs,

but... we can't keep this from you.

The guy in the photo with
Gabrielle, that's not Eric Martin.

OK.

- Who is it?
- We don't know.

Shade went to see you, you weren't there.

He ran into Gabrielle and... she fired us.

Well, I guess that explains why she
didn't want to hire PIs in the first place.

God!

You know, we've been drifting
apart the past few years.

Conflicting schedules and
different business ventures, but...

I never thought she'd cheat on me.

- I mean, what are we? Just a
brand with nothing behind it?
- Just hold on, OK?

Don't get ahead of yourself.

This doesn't feel like the slimy infidelity
cases I deal with all year round.

It really feels there's more to this story.

- Right.
- You focus on winning this playoff series.

We will find out who the guy in the
photo is and what's really going on, OK?

Yeah.

So, got any ideas on how to ID
the mystery man in the picture?

We could show it around Demolition.

It was published on the
Daily Rumor website.

You'd think if someone knew who it was
they'd have mentioned it to Cordell.

What about The Jasper Arms,
maybe they have a guest name?

I'm betting Gabrielle booked the room.

And even then, I don't know
if the hotel would tell us.

There is another possibility.

It's a bit of a long shot,
but... maybe worth a try.

OK, Shade, go ahead.

Copy that.

What the hell?

OK.

I got the license plates,
I'm texting them to Maz.

Let's boogie.

Yes, Maz, we're outside right now.

I know! We'll get you skin-to-skin contact!

God!

I thought we were cut off
from running license plates.

- Apparently he really likes Cordell Squires.
- Ha! Ha! Ha!

Are we sure this is the right address?

The other two were rental
cars, and there's this.

- That's the guy from the photo.
- Gary McHenry.

Zoe looked him up once we had the address.

- He's an engineer.
- Any connection to Gabrielle?

- None that I could find.
- Huh.

- Oh, guess we're gonna
have to go old school.
- OK.

Yeah... I don't buy it.

- No way this guy is Gab's type.
- You think?

Dad! Mom said don't forget to put the
bricks on top because of the raccoons.

I'll do it when we get home.

Come on, honey, we're gonna be late, kiddo.

- Wait...
- What?
- the violin...

Angie, look.

- Is that Gabrielle?
- When she was thirteen.

It's a heck of a resemblance
if I do say so myself.

Think about it, the age works,
that girl's clearly adopted.

And musical talent is a hereditary trait.

Oh, my god! Is that Gabrielle's
biological daughter?

So you figured it out.

Not the whole story.

- Does Cordell know?
- Not our place.

We thought you would want to tell him.

I didn't want to derail his game.

I was going to tell him as
soon as playoffs were over.

Tell me about what?

You're hiding something from me.

I needed time to figure things out.

You lied to me about
the guy in the picture.

You hired PIs when what you
needed to do was trust me.

- Who's the guy in the picture, Gab?
- Don't you raise your voice at me!

Guys, take a breath.

- Have a seat, Cordell.
- No, I'm fine standing, thanks.

When I was 17, I had a baby, Cordell.

By a guy I barely knew.

And I gave her up for adoption
to a wonderful family

- I met through Social Services.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa... what
are you saying to me right now?

The man in the photo
is her adoptive father.

He e-mailed me a few weeks ago.

Ruby's 13 now.

That's what they named her.

She asked if she could meet with me.

I met with Gary at The Jasper
Arms to talk it through.

Why didn't you tell me about this?

I always meant to, but... it
was never the right time and...

and the secret just snowballed.

I'm sorry, I am so sorry.

It's alright, we got away from each other.

We'll make it work, I promise.

I didn't think I was
ever gonna meet her.

And now she wants to meet
me and... I want to meet her.

It's OK, I'm here.

I'm here for all of this stuff, alright?

We're gonna be OK.

We need to figure out
who took this picture.

I don't want them getting all up
in some innocent kid's face.

Yeah... uh... Gabrielle, can you walk
us through the day the photo was taken?

I went to the gym, I had a breakfast
meeting about endorsements,

I came here to do some paperwork and
then I met Gary at The Jasper Arms.

Did anything unusual happen?

- No.
- Nothing?

Uh... even the smallest detail could help.

Well, the concierge from
The Jasper Arms called me

and told me that my booking had changed,

- but they had okayed it
with my... my assistant.
- Anastasia?

Yes, she's the point person for
all The Jasper Arms bookings.

But Anastasia was out sick that day.

- She had, uh... stomach flu.
- So who spoke to the concierge?

If Anastasia doesn't answer her phone,

- her calls get forwarded?
- I have no idea.

Let's find out.

Will you send her a text and
tell her not to answer her phone?

Let me, uh... see her number.

Oh, hello!

This is George from the concierge
desk at The Jasper Arms Hotel.

Yes, I'm just calling to confirm

that room 502 will be acceptable to
Mrs. Squires for her meeting this evening.

Yes, it's been booked for 9 pm.

Yes. Thank you.

Going for round two, Jacqueline?

Maybe this one will go
for more than fifty grand.

What are you two doing here?

Wow! There's a lot of good ones here.

- You have been following
Gabrielle for a while.
- You set me up.

You set yourself up, what could you
possibly have to say for yourself?

Five years I spent building your brand and
then you decide to drop me, just like that?

- What are you talking about?
- I saw the resumes, on your desk.

- Piles of publicists looking for work.
- Oh, my God.

- And you thought...
- Jacqueline, we were going to promote you.

We're reorganizing the
entire lifestyle division.

Yeah, you were going to be at the helm.

We were just waiting for
the legal work to clear.

But you guys were so
secretive, I... I thought...

I'm sorry I started looking
for your replacement

before I let you in on
the plan, that's on me.

But your crazy response?
That is on you, girl.

Better get going.

You got a new job to look for
and the competition is fierce.

See? That's why I love you.

- Thank you.
- Hey, buddy.

They do make a great team.

I got it! I printed out
the lease agreement.

Yeah... Tommy said the property manager

needs it signed by the end of the day, so...

- Great, awesome, uh...
- Yeah.

- I just need to go get a pen.
- OK.

What... um... there's one right here.

- Awesome, thank you.
- Here you go.
- You found a pen, you're so helpful.

- It's all pretty standard, you know.
- Yeah.

Something wrong?

- You haven't sign it.
- Oh! Yeah, no, I... you know...

I just... it's freshly printed,
I didn't want to...

- Aft... after you.
- Oh... I'd say... I'll go ladies first,
how about that, alright?

- What are we doing here?
- I don't know.
- Yeah.

- Do you really want to move in with me?
- Do you really want to move in with me?

Listen, I've been thinking
about the last time

things were really consistently
good and happy...

- with us...
- It really seems like
it's been a while, right?

- Since before we were serious.
- Yeah.

Uh... because it was... uncomplicated
and blissfully free of expectations.

- But now...
- Lots of complications,
lots of expectations.

So what do you, uh... propose we do here?

- I think we both know.
- Break up?

- Is it break up?
- Wait, wait, wait, wait,
wait, think about it.

We'll be better to each other, right?

And we'll... even be better people
probably if... if we were just...

- Friends? Yeah?
- Yes! Yes.

- Yeah, OK.
- Friends!

- Yeah, we'll be friends.
- We can be friends.

- OK, friends, great, OK.
- OK.

Ha ha... yeah.

- Story's out!
- That was fast.

"Cordell and Gabrielle
talk intimate details

of their relationship and
a secret kept for 13 years."

- We got a shout out.
- What? Where?
- Second paragraph.

You got to be kidding me.

They called us Shade & Everett?

It's got a nice ring, don't
you think? Ha! Ha! Ha!

Come on, be nice or I won't show you

the present that Gabby
and Cordell sent over.

In addition to the fat check?

Oh! Cool.

"Cool"? Do you know what these are?

These are courtside tickets to
game seven of their playoff series.

Yay?

- You don't want to go.
- No, I do.

I see that blue folder
sticking out of your purse.

- You'd rather be working on a case.
- No. No! We'll go to the game.

It'll be fun, we'll... eat hotdogs. Yay!

I got a better idea.

I can't believe Shade and
Angie got us these seats.

- I can't believe they're not here!
- I know, they're cray.

Cray?

- Are you guys enjoying yourselves?
- Yeah.

- Good.
- Thank you so much.

Oh, my God! Wouh!
Take that! Take that!

Thank you so much again for bringing us.

Anytime, we'll have
to hang out soon, OK?

Hey, yeah! That's great!
Hey, you like the...

- What?
- I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

So glad you guys could come.
Come on, come on.

Let's get you guys on the...
there you go, you're on.

There he is! Oh!

Mrs. Kowalski was right, wasn't she?

See? You're fine.

- What do you mean?
- After, you know...

Well... it threatened everything I love.

About the job, the agency.

You don't always have
to be perfect, Everett.

You just have to stay in the game.

You think I'm perfect?

That's not what I said.

It must be so hard being around
someone so perfect all the time.

And we're back.