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No... I don't think
nervous is the right word.

And... and it's not anxious, either.

- How about terrified?
- Yes. Bam.

That is exactly the
word I'm searching for.

- Argh.
- OK. Relax, Grandpa.

Just give me a second... and there.

- 67.3%.
- See? I told you!

You're in the lead!

Well, no doubt thanks in part

to that awesome TV
commercial for your campaign.

Now, hang on, guys. This
is just a straw poll.

The real election is not until tomorrow.

Nevertheless, the people have spoken.

Well, talk is cheap, and I need ballots.

Hey, early birds! You guys
were all gone before I got up.

- Yeah. Uh, the straw poll came in.
- And?

- Why don't you ask our new city councillor?
- Wow!

Dad, that's awesome!

Yeah, well, let's not go
counting chickens just yet.

Do you remember my home
games, when I was a kid?

- Yeah.
- Do you remember what you told me

every time before I hit the ice?

- Take your skate guards off.
- After that.

That I was proud of you.

- That you were the best.
- And?

- And that you were gonna win.
- Aww.

I rest my case.

Matt Shade.

Oh. Hey, man. Long time.

What?

Sure. No problem.

Who was that?

The chef from my old
restaurant, Ethan Danes.

- Not the Ethan who...
- You remember?

How could I forget?

GET OUT!

- But you agreed to do this interview.
- That was before I knew

you were an idiot. OUT!
Take your stinkin'...

Are you still recording?!
SHUT THE DAMN THING OFF!

Hey, hey! That's an expensive camera!

GET OUT OF MY KITCHEN,
YOU SON OF A BITCH!

I SAID GET OUT!

OK. So Ethan may have some issues.

He should be locked up.

- Didn't he get sued by...
- Yeah.

Yes! The woman that said that he...

He didn't deep-fry her chihuahua.

Look. I know he may look like...

- Homicidal?
- Psychotic?

... passionate, but that's
what makes Ethan such a genius.

Once he redesigned our menu,

we were getting five-star reviews.

And now, suddenly, he needs PIs?

I wonder who he threatened this time.

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Excuse me. We're
looking for Ethan Danes.

Oh... you've found him.

- Ethan?
- And I have a mystery only you can solve.

Ah...

So... what do we call you?

I'm still Ethan, but this...

- is Contessa Chablis.
- Ah!

- And when did this...
- Four years ago now.

I kind of always wanted
to, but I never had the guts

to follow through. And then,
one day, everything changed.

- And here we are.
- You own this place?

Mmhm. Used to be a rundown supper club.

I put in a state-of-the-art kitchen,

added a mirror ball and presto!

Nanette's, a high-end restaurant

featuring a nightly drag spectacular.

Well, congratulations on everything.

- Thank you.
- Are those your real eyelashes?

- Of course.
- Shut up.

So is the glue that holds them on.

We'll talk. But I do need your help

- as private investigators.
- Yeah, of course. What's up?

Nanette's is sponsoring
a street party tomorrow.

We're putting a stage out back

so we can showcase our lovely ladies.

All the money will go
to the Rainbow Railroad.

It's a charity that helps protect

LGBTQ communities around the world

from persecution and violence.

- That sounds awesome. How can we help?
- We've had a robbery.

Several wigs, gowns and jewellery pieces

have gone missing from the club.

- Was the jewellery real?
- Uh, yeah.

The wigs were all custom
builds, designer gowns

just dripping in
gorgeous genuine crystals.

You always did have expensive taste.

I remember my truffle
invoices from the restaurant.

You know me. Go big or go home.

So we're talking thousands?

Tens of thousands.

And with the thief still
out there, I'm afraid

our fundraiser will be the next target.

Why haven't you gone to the police?

I needed to speak to someone I trust.

So you want us to figure
out who's behind the theft?

I would love you more than
I already do, my friend.

Between rehearsing the show tomorrow

and handling the catering,
I'm up to my ass in alligators.

Understood. Where did
the robbery take place?

Please, walk this way.

- Isaac, this is Matt and Angie.
- The PIs?

- What, no trench coats?
- They're at the dry cleaner's.

Along with our fedoras.

Cute and sassy.

Guys, Isaac, my smartass partner...

in business and life.

Now, I must go find that
Public Service person.

They want my autograph...

the street party permit.
Isaac'll fill you in.

Did you really know Ethan when
he was a beer and not a cocktail?

- I sure did. Best chef I ever had.
- Oh, me too.

This where the thief got in?

That's right, Ms. Sherlock.

And they hammered the lockup open.

Wow. Every girl's dream closet.

But they didn't take everything?

By my count, four gowns,

two dripping in precious crystals,

four pairs of custom embellished heels.

And, let me tell you, size 13

impostor Louboutins
do not grow on trees.

Plus a half a dozen wigs.

Do you think someone who works
here could be responsible?

No way. None of our girls
would pull that crap.

We look out for each other.

And how much jewellery is missing?

Some earrings, some necklaces.

And some of it was costume, but
they snagged some real ice too.

What kind of thief steals
a couple wigs and gowns

and leaves all this
valuable stash behind?

You just sign right here,
and we are good to go.

Oh. Uh, one more thing.

Oh, here it comes. How much?

Oh, nothing like that.

We just need you to move
your performance stage

27 feet west along the
alley to give better access

- to emergency vehicles.
- That is not a problem.

In that case...

here is your permit. Good
luck with your fundraiser.

- Oh! Did Isaac get you sorted?
- Yeah.

Doesn't it strike you as odd
that not everything was stolen?

It just strikes me as lucky.

Maybe the thief was interrupted.

We're gonna need to
talk to your staff next.

Maybe start with Maurice.
He came with the place.

He's been here longer than anyone.

Matt. We'll meet you over
there in a minute, sweetie.

- What's up?
- That's what I wanna know.

So... dish.

Oh, no! No, no, no.
We just work together.

Oh. So you're still a dumb jock.

- Are you out of your mind?
- Oh, really!

Now who's the queen of denial?

Matty boy, I just don't want you
to make the same mistake I did.

- Which was what?
- Cheat myself out of years

of happiness because I was
too afraid to tell the truth...

to the people I loved.

Out of curiosity, where were
you last night after closing?

Same place I always am...

in bed with the girlfriend,
praying to God she stops snoring

before I go insane.

Hey, there's a little
game I like to play.

Citrus or sweet?

- Citrus.
- Sweet.

- Huh.
- Uh, Ethan tells us

that you've been here longer
than any other employee.

22 years. It's like a second home.

So, um...

herbal or floral?

- Herbal.
- Floral.

And, um, I remember
from my restaurant days

bartenders are usually one of
the last ones out after closing.

Yeah, that's right.
Final show ends at one.

If I do my wash down, run my inventory,

I'm lucky to be out the door by two.

Spicy or smooth?

- Spicy.
- Smooth.

Why am I not surprised?

Last night, you didn't happen to see
anybody suspicious hanging around?

Yeah, maybe an angry customer?

Nothing hinky I could spot.

You know, average crowd, average night.

Now, I don't mind admitting you
two are a bit of a challenge.

All right. I want you
to be straight with me.

- It's really good.
- It's delicious.

Maybe I'll put it in the bar
menu. Call it Opposites Attract.

Hey, you know who you should
be talking to? Chantal.

She owns Taffeta's. It is
a drag club in the west end.

- What's her beef?
- Well, beyond the usual

east end-west end rivalry,

Chantal lost her best
performer to this club.

Bet she wasn't too happy about that.

She was in here a while
ago screaming blue murder.

Guess we're heading
across town. Thank you.

So maybe it wasn't
just a simple robbery.

Maybe Chantal was out for revenge,

trying to sabotage Ethan's street party.

Possibly.

I'm still gonna get Zoe to
scan Ethan's socials for haters.

We should probably check
the club's financials too.

Why? You think he's hiding something?

I just wanna cover all the bases.

For all we know, Ethan
could've staged the robbery

- to collect the insurance.
- Oh, come on.

- I know he's your friend, but...
- Why hire us then?

Maybe to make his
claims look more legit?

You're damn right, I was pissed.

That little diva could barely
put one foot in front of the other

when she came in here,
begging for a gig.

And after you'd invested time
and money in her career...

And turned her into a star performer...

Which took all of my Henry
Higgins, let me tell you.

She left Taffeta's for Ethan's club.

Just ripped my heart out of my chest

and bashed it to a thousand pieces.

So you wanted revenge.

- It's totally understandable.
- Look,

I know that I made a few...

drunken threats, but
that's all they were.

- You sure about that?
- Just between us girls,

I'm not proud of my outburst.

The last thing I wanna do is perpetuate

a bitchy queen stereotype.

In fact, ever since that
unfortunate incident,

these luscious lips haven't
touched one drop of alcohol.

- Really?
- And I've been meditating.

Ohm...

Can't you just feel our hearts...

resonating?

- Sure.
- Yeah. Yeah.

Uh, just to be clear, you...

- didn't break into Ethan's club?
- No way!

I'm all about forgiveness and love now.

That doesn't seem so forgiving.

Baby steps, honey.

Gaga wasn't built in a day.

So you have an alibi for
the night of the robbery?

Yeah, I was in Montréal,
talent scouting.

Any witnesses that we could check with?

Oh, absolutely. Cher, Madonna, Judy...

oh, and it was Montréal,

so you know there were at
least three Celines. Heh.

Oh, my God. Their poor little
hearts just go on and on and on.

All right. Thank you.

- You talked to Lips yet?
- I beg your pardon?

Professionally known as... Apocalips?

- Ethan's DJ?
- Now, I'm not one to spread gossip...

- Perish the thought.
- But I heard that boy just sold his car,

camera and even part of
his precious vinyl stash.

Sounds to me like somebody
needed some quick cash.

- Mr. Apocalips?
- Let me guess.

You must be Dick. You must be Tracy.

Close enough. Ethan told you
we'd be asking some questions?

Yeah. That man may know
his way around a kitchen,

but he knows squat about sound systems.

And that's what you're doing
down here in the basement?

Just trying some cable
out for the outdoor party.

Could you put your finger here
while I connect the splitter?

Sure.

Gotta minimize the through connects
to reduce signal degradation.

Are you wearing contacts?

Or are your eyes really that blue?

No. Those are really my eyes.

Huh.

You can let go now.

So we're just trying to nail down

where everyone was the
night of the robbery.

- I was at home in bed asleep.
- Alone?

Well, everyone has an off night.

So no witnesses.

Well, it's not like I'd need an alibi.

- And why is that?
- Because I would never rob this place.

I mean, that'd be like stealing
money out of my own pocket.

I don't understand.

Ethan's been talking
about expanding the nets.

Last month, he opened up the
club to private investors.

Oh. That's why you were
selling off your stuff.

There were only so
many shares available.

I knew Maurice and a couple
of girls were jumping on board,

so I scrounged enough together
to also say I'm a proud co-owner.

And why would you rob a
place you have a stake in?

As smart as she is beautiful.

What are you doing this
weekend? Have dinner with me.

All weekend?

Think about it.

- You hear that scream too?
- Sure did.

Maurice!

He's dead.

So the witness says she saw the
killer take off down the alleyway.

So you have a description?

Well, she's pretty freaked out.

All she remembers is blonde hair,

high heels and a blur of sequins.

Does that sound like someone you know?

It sounds like Ethan.

Did... did you just run that red light?

- Yeah, it was yellow. Mostly.
- Just relax!

Danica just took him
downtown for questioning.

- Ethan is not a killer.
- I agree. Mostly.

But just because he's
passionate about his craft

doesn't make him a homicidal maniac.

- I understand.
- I mean, even if he suspected

Maurice of the theft, he
would just turn him in.

He wouldn't kill him in cold blood.

OK, but they have to be related,
right? The robbery and the murder?

Too much of a coincidence otherwise.

And if the same person's
responsible for both, then...

I wonder if Maurice found out something

that made him a threat to the thief?

A threat that had to be silenced.

Why didn't you report the robbery?

There was no point.

You guys wouldn't have done anything.

Come on. You know there is no love lost

between the cops and my community.

You know, I've been to
your club... with my wife.

I took her there for
her birthday last year,

and you brought the house
down. You were amazing.

Thank you.

My point is not everybody
likes to be stereotyped.

Fair enough.

There's been a murder,

and I have to ask you
a couple questions.

Now, your drag costume matches
the one that witnesses say

they saw the killer wearing.

Somebody saw a tall queen in
a sequined gown and blonde wig.

That description could fit a
dozen girls in the east end alone.

And for that matter, the wardrobe
stolen from my club is similar.

Yes, and it really would've helped
if you'd reported the items stolen.

I don't know how
reliable your witness is.

It was night. The alley was dark,

and from what my partner told
me, that woman was terrified.

That's all true. And we might not
even be having this conversation

- except for this.
- And what is this?

Your rap sheet.

- OK. We're done.
- And?

So I think I believe him,
but it's not up to me.

Well, what about Maurice's girlfriend?

So, at the time of the
murder, she was at a hen party

- with half a dozen girlfriends.
- Are you holding Ethan?

Yeah. We're just waiting
on initial forensics.

Uniforms found a bloodstained hammer

out behind the back of the club.

And in addition to
being the murder weapon,

I'll bet it's the same
hammer used to smash

- the wardrobe lockup in the club.
- Danica, there's no way

- that Ethan used...
- Do you know that he has a rap sheet?

- He's got a record?
- For what?

Aggravated assault.

You didn't know that Ethan
put two guys in the hospital?

I think I'd remember
something like that.

Danica's just doing her
job. She has no choice.

Yeah. I know. Doesn't
mean I have to like it.

Hey, bosses...

what if we're looking at
this case the wrong way?

- All ears.
- Well...

the robbery and the murder
have to be related, right?

It stands to reason. Question is how.

Maybe the robbery was
the first part of a setup.

The thief steals some
wardrobe to use as a disguise

when he or she kills Maurice.

Do you think the killer
is trying to frame Ethan?

Yeah. Maybe.

So we're looking at a personal vendetta?

Anyone have it in for Ethan?

Somebody from his restaurant days?

Or one of the guys he
put in the hospital.

That's great news, babe.

I love you too.

Ethan's been released.

- That is good news.
- It'd be better news

- if they knew who the killer was.
- Danica's doing her best.

- You can trust her.
- Yeah, I don't trust that easy.

- Especially not cops.
- It's just that with...

- Ethan's assault record...
- Hey, that's not fair.

- All that crap was my fault.
- What do you mean?

A few years ago, I was walking
home late one night after work.

Ran into a couple of drunk muscle heads.

Yeah. They tried to use me

as their own personal punching bag.

But, luckily, I was sober,

and they were high, so
I was holding my own.

Until... one of them pulled a knife.

As he cut me here,

I looked up, and I saw this
gorgeous 200 pounds of manliness

just running across the street.

- Ethan.
- Yeah.

Yeah, he plowed right into
those guys and just started

beating the crap out of them.

My own personal superhero.

By the time the cops arrived,
the knife had disappeared.

So it was their word against yours.

The cops didn't believe that
Ethan was a good Samaritan.

Even with my testimony,
they charged him,

along with the other two,
with aggravated assault.

- Do you know what happened to those guys?
- Who knows?

That was four years ago, and
they were just passing through

on their way back to
their one tooth town.

So not likely suspects.

Well, at least you and Ethan
had one hell of a meet-cute.

It's the one good thing
to come out of that night.

We clicked. First, as friends.

Ethan said that one
day, everything changed.

Was that because of you?

Well, he always knew who he really was.

But it can be scary.

You know, sometimes,
a baby bird just needs

a little nudge out of the
nest before he can fly.

And then, you both went
in on the club. Right?

Starting off, we were strictly business.

The club was doing well, so, you know,

why complicate things?

It's my daughter. I gotta
take this. Excuse me.

Hey, honey.

You know, after a few months of
working together day and night,

Ethan and I sort of...

- well, damn.
- Weren't you worried?

I mean, that it would blow up...

the business, the relationship?

All poor excuses we
use to protect ourselves

- from the truly terrifying thing.
- Which is?

Love, babydoll.

Oh. Yeah. That old thing.

You know, now, we're stronger than ever.

And it took a leap, that's for sure,

but holy Barbara what we
would've missed out on!

You know what I'm saying?

Maybe I'm just... not much for leaping.

Well, you just gotta
trust that the one you love

will be there to catch you.

If Maurice's death
wasn't a revenge killing,

we're back to the idea that
he may have known something

- about the robbery.
- Something that got him killed.

This is Maurice's locker.

Well, if there was a clue
in there about the robbery,

- looks like it's gone forever.
- Maybe. Maybe not.

Isaac said Maurice drove a blue sedan.

Something like that one?

- Angie, get down!
- Ah!

- Did you get a plate number?
- Just a partial.

It might be enough to track
it. Did you see their face?

Nah, just a blonde wig.

At least we know we're
getting closer to the truth.

Even if it gets us killed.

All the parking lot attendant
remembers is a lanky blonde.

Said he was mesmerized
by all the sequins.

What about the security
cam near the booth?

I checked it. The killer
went straight for the car.

Avoided the camera like
she knew it was there.

If Maurice was hiding something,
she might already have it.

And if she does,
she'll dump the vehicle.

I gave Zoe the partial plate
number. She's already on it.

All right, good. Oh
and, by the way, thanks.

For calling Zoe?

No. Jules told me how
supportive you've been

of her and Don and this
whole election thing.

I didn't do much. I
just put up the poster

in the agency window, and...

Jules and I handed out
some flyers together.

- Besides, it was fun.
- Well, she really enjoys spending time with you.

Well, the feeling is mutual.

By now, I almost feel
like part of the family.

You are part of the family, Everett.

Oh. That's Zoe.

She called in a favour to a
friend at Traffic Operations.

A camera just caught our blue sedan

heading through an alley
downtown 10 minutes ago.

So our mysterious blonde dumps the car.

Probably missed her by seconds.

That is the cleanest
interior I have ever seen.

Yeah, a lot of bartenders
are neat freaks.

If Maurice was hiding anything
in there, it's long gone.

OK. Say I'm our killer.

I've already been spotted
by a couple of witnesses,

and I'm driving a stolen car.

Yeah. I'd wanna change
from Danielle to Dan

as soon as I could find a blind spot.

Like an alley?

Rock, paper, scissors.

Ha ha!

Be careful. Watch out
for broken glass and...

- rotting food, hazardous waste.
- Your concern is overwhelming.

Oh, did I mention giant
cockroaches the size of your head?

Ugh.

No cockroaches, but...

I did find a blonde.

Hey, Zoe.

Did Danica find out
anything about Maurice?

Says he was a boy scout Not
even a parking ticket. Sorry.

- It was worth a shot.
- But here's the good news. Or...

not good news. Actually, it
could be seen as bad news.

- It depends...
- Zoe.

Right. Our bartender...

Maxed out his credit
cards with cash advances,

and he recently got a loan for $10 000.

Yeah. Apocalips said that Maurice
just bought in to the club.

He must've needed some quick cash.

Guy wasn't making a fortune.

Also, he was behind on
child support payments.

The weird thing is the bank loan
only has a six-month term on it.

Like he was expecting a quick windfall.

So if Maurice didn't commit
the robbery himself...

maybe he knew who did.

Hello! Now I'm definitely not
gonna finish this lace front.

Something borrowed or something new?

I can do May West to Celine
and every shade in between.

But you are definitely
not a cheap queen.

So... why haven't I seen you before?

Let's just say he's new to drag.

Don't be scared, honey.
It won't change who you are.

- It'll reveal the true you.
- Yeah.

We're more interested in
revealing who wore this wig.

Do you recognize it?

I'm... I'm a friend of Ethan's.

Ethan and Isaac hired us to look
into the thefts at their club.

You should've led with that.

I've been finishing up a dozen
fierce ass wigs for tonight's

Rainbow Railroad fundraiser.

OK. So it's an old one
of mine. At least...

the previous incarnation of me,

before I became the one.

Do you remember who you made it for?

I've crowned too many queens to count.

But it's from my organic period,
and I only do synthetics now.

Well, we think the killer was wearing it

when they murdered Maurice.

Poor Mau.

- I couldn't believe it when I heard.
- You knew him?

He may have been a rough diamond, but...

oh... how he sparkled.

- Did you see him recently?
- No.

I used to work at Nanette's,
long before Ethan bought it.

It paid my way through design school.

Back then, Maurice and
I were just busboys.

But we used to meet like
spies in that dusty basement.

We'd drink stolen champagne
that he hid behind an old grate.

- What is it?
- It smells like aftershave.

Yeah. It was worn by
a man. We know that.

But, clearly, what you don't know...

is that no doll would
ever cross-contaminate.

Cologne, yes.

Drugstore aftershave, never.

And see here? There's
no glue on the hairline.

And this lace is
stained with foundation.

The makeup goes on
before the wig's in place,

not after.

And...

- all that means?
- Wake up, ladies!

It means you're not looking for a queen.

Tell me you've tried on

women's clothing before? I
mean, I've worn plenty of men's.

Heh. Yeah, it's not
exactly the same thing.

Besides, you look good in anything.

Like that time you wore
one of my hockey jerseys

when you stayed in the guest room.

Oh, yeah. That night.

Well, you shouldn't undersell
yourself there, Shade.

I think you'd probably look great in...

chaps and a sombrero.

Aren't athletes supposed
to be open to anything?

Well, if it helps their game, sure!

We had a goalie once

who wore a leopard print garter
for an entire playoff run.

We wouldn't let him take it off.

Well, I bet that wasn't
just 'cause you were winning.

This must be the grate
Raphael was talking about.

Hey, I think I found something.

Looks like a... piece from
one of the stolen gowns.

Huh.

There's more to this case
than meets the eyeliner.

How about this?

Nanette's is robbed.

The thief stashes the
stolen dresses in the grate,

accidentally tearing a
piece off of one of them.

- So maybe it's an inside job.
- They...

hide the stolen goods behind the grate,

where Maurice discovers them.

Then he gets bumped
off for his trouble...

Why would you murder somebody
over a pair of Manolos

- and some costume jewellery?
- That's a good point. Revenge?

It's not an east end-west end rivalry.

Yeah, and Chantal's alibi
is as tight as her fishnets.

She was in Montreal.

Which brings us back to Maurice. OK.

Maurice discovers the stolen
items in his favourite hidey-hole.

He figures out who the robber
must've been and blackmails him.

Which is how he planned
on getting out of debt.

Only the thief doesn't pay him.

- He kills him.
- Yeah.

Over stolen wigs and gowns?

- No.
- No.

- None of this makes any sense.
- Also...

why would you rob Nanette's
the day before a fundraiser

that would've put at
least 10OK in Ethan's safe?

Oh, my God. If Maurice
would've just come to me,

I would've loaned him the
money to buy in to the club.

Oh, you know Mau. He was
always too proud to beg.

I wish we had better news, guys,

but we need more time
to figure things out.

And with Maurice's
killer still out there...

You want us to postpone the fundraiser.

Just for a few days.

It's up to you, babe.

Liza had vocal cord surgery,
two hip replacements,

and three miscarriages, and she
did not miss her Broadway opening.

No. She sang louder
and better than ever.

When we opened this
place, we wanted it to be

a beacon for the community.

I'm with Ethan.

Our voices will be heard.

If that's how you feel...

we'll be right there with you.

OK. Thank you.

Remember what this is all about, girls.

We honour Maurice, but we sing and dance

and glitter for our brothers
and sisters around the world,

and we're gonna say with
ONE VOICE: we are still here,

and we can do anything together.

And if someone needs help,
we can show them how to find

their own yellow brick
road to a better life.

Let's go. Break legs. Ooh!

- You there, partner?
- Yeah, I'm here.

I'm thinking about your drag queen name.

Can't believe it took
you this long. What is it?

Eye Shadow. Get it?

- It's not bad.
- I'm, uh,

- seeing a lot of latex.
- And I'm seeing a lot of chafing.

Well, you've gotta
suffer for your art, baby.

They make a good team, Ethan and Isaac.

Looks like they found
a way to have it all.

Hey, handsome.

- What are you doing, Shade?
- Well...

Raphael said the wig that
we found had foundation

in the hairline and no glue,

so I was looking for
something loose and sloppy.

Look, forget it. Can you see anything?

Nothing yet, but I think
the bad guys'll probably wait

to make their move until the
money's all been collected.

Here we go. Stay in touch.

Copy that. Enjoy the show, Scarlet.

Hello, darlings!

All that glitters may not be gold,

but if that bitch shines, you better
believe I'm gonna use it, right?

Yas!

- ♪ I feel my heart start ♪
- Get it!

♪ To pitter and patter, mm ♪

♪ I feel my blood rush ♪

- Woo!
- Yeah!

♪ Faster and fast... ♪

♪ No control ♪

♪ Of my own soul ♪

Apocalips seems preoccupied.
He just missed a couple of cues.

Like what you've seen so far?

Open up your hearts
and open up your purses.

And, just as I promised,

not a toe touch, wheelbarrow
or heel kick in sight.

Hey, uh, I'm gonna follow the money.

Be careful.

We are here for the cash, but
we are not bringing the trash.

Woohoo!

Not, today, ladies, no. Today,
we have something special.

Shade, DJ's on the move.

Shade? Where are you?

A blonde and beautiful
bombshell descended from Heaven

to entertain us mere mortals.

Please, welcome to the
stage Contessa Chablis!

Hello...

you gorgeous creatures!

Thank you for coming out. Oh!

Some more than others. Haha! Call me.

Oh, I love spending time
with you, my royal courtiers.

Angie, are you there?

I asked you here to raise some money

for the Rainbow Railroad, darlings,

because none of us are free and safe

until everyone is free and safe.

Now, let's get this
gorgeous party started!

Angie!

Take it easy. They're gone.

- How long was I out?
- Only about 30 seconds.

They had a car waiting,
but the plates were covered.

Help! Help! The bank was robbed!

Police!

- Help!
- Help!

Please, please, someone, help!

So apparently, all the perps
wore ski masks and goggles.

I've got an APB out on the
car, but without the plates...

- What about our blonde?
- No one remembers her.

All the employees, the customers,

they were held face down on
the floor, held at gunpoint.

Security cameras?

The branch manager's getting
us a copy of the file.

All the cash was stolen from the vault.

Witnesses on the street say they saw

people running out of the
bank, but here's the kicker:

- no one saw the robbers leave.
- It's crazy, where did they go?

Apparently, they vanished into thin air.

OK. The alarms go off.

- The bank employees rush out.
- No heist crew.

So how does the blonde in the
alley connect to the robbery?

You know, that's the
million-dollar question.

Witnesses told Danica the perps
wore ski masks and hoodies.

Well, if I was gonna do a bank
job and then change into a doll

to make my getaway,

I'd want to put my makeup
and hair on at home,

then lose the hoodie. And voilà.

Voilà. Walk out of the bank
as an employee or a customer.

- Mm-hmm.
- OK.

Do you see anything?

Stop.

Rewind.

See them? They're
wearing my stolen gowns,

those three faux queens.

It is either their first time out...

Or they're not there for the music.

Look at that one. Her wig is loose.

Just like Rafael said.

Look. There's a tear in her
gown that matches the piece

that we found in the basement grate.

But the sequined blonde,
her gown's so tight,

there's no way she's
got the bank loot on her.

Unless...

How far did they ask
you to move the stage?

Just 20-some feet down the alley.

There's the truck that moved the stage.

Where's that truck now?

What are you doing here?

Just following the money.

- You lost me.
- You missed some cues today.

Very unprofessional. Something
weighing on your mind?

If people found out
you've lost the passion,

the only places you'll be
spinning are bingo halls

and jellyfish festivals.

- Maybe he's officially retired now.
- Hmm.

He's got enough money in his golden
parachute to pay for the lawyers.

- What lawyers?
- To beat the murder rap.

- I had no beef with Maurice.
- Oh no?

Even after he found the stolen
clothes in the basement grate

and put two and two together?

All he wanted was a little hush money

to buy a piece of his beloved Nanette's.

I don't have time for this.

- Looks heavy. Need a hand?
- How about a foot?

Oh! Oh!

Never bring a blade
to a glitter-gun fight.

How about you start
spinning some truth for us?

We know you didn't pull
the bank job on your own.

- Bravo!
- Vince.

You couldn't keep your mouth shut.

- No, man, I didn't say anything.
- He didn't have to.

We realized the Public
Services department

has access to city blueprints.

We know you didn't want the stage
moved because of some city bylaw.

You needed it moved to hide
the manhole in the alley.

Yeah, keep talking. You're
just digging deeper graves.

Hey, man, no more killing.

- Keep your mouth shut.
- Too late.

We already know that you
and your boys robbed the bank

then changed into the stolen
drag clothes in the sewer tunnel.

You climbed up to the
manhole under the stage,

stashed the money in the trailer
and disappeared into the crowd.

- Ladies first.
- No, no, wait!

- What the hell are you doing?
- Trying to save your life.

- I can save my own damn life!
- No, you can't.

- You already got shot once.
- Enough!

I've always wanted to
gun butt a bureaucrat.

Wow! Not even a bank robbery

could kill this party.

Looks like an even bigger
turnout than before.

Shake it!

Well, I'll be.

Looks like we've got
another party to go to.

Don won?

- By a landslide.
- Haha! That's fantastic!

Something to celebrate?

- Ah, it's been a good day.
- We foiled a bank heist.

You made a bunch of money
for the Rainbow Railroad.

And it's all thanks to you two.

It's that time!

Well, he certainly knows how
to make an entrance, doesn't he?

He certainly does.

You didn't get a full glass
of Chablis earlier, so tonight,

I'm gonna make that up to you.

May we all celebrate our truth

and love the someone we love.

♪ Baby, do you understand now ♪

♪ Sometimes, I feel a little mad ♪

♪ But don't you know that no one alive ♪

♪ Can always be an angel ♪

♪ And when things go wrong ♪

♪ I seem bad ♪

♪ I'm just a soul ♪

♪ Whose intentions are good ♪

♪ Oh, Lord, please don't
let me be misunderstood ♪

♪ Baby, sometimes, I'm so carefree ♪

♪ With a joy that's hard to hide ♪

♪ Sometimes, it seems that
all I have to do is worry ♪

♪ And then you're bound
to see my other side ♪

♪ I'm just a soul whose
intentions are good ♪

♪ Oh, Lord, please don't
let me be misunderstood ♪

♪ I'm just a soul ♪

♪ Whose intentions are good ♪

♪ Oh, Lord ♪

♪ Please don't let me be ♪

♪ Misunderstood ♪

Woo! Wow!

Hey.

Whoa! Pecorino cheese!

- Sal's never disappoints.
- Yeah.

- Listen, uh, I want to thank you, Matt.
- For what?

- For your pep talk yesterday.
It meant a lot to me.

Ah, you were always there for me, Dad.

I'm just glad it worked out.
I heard it wasn't even close.

83% of the vote?

It was a Saturday massacre.

The people have spoken.

- Green space over greed.
- Yes!

I can't take all the credit, though.

Jules is a force. I'm
so proud of that kid.

- Yeah, me too.
- Where's the corkscrew?

Uh, it's in one of
those drawers over there.

Hey, have you seen Jules?
I want to congratulate her.

Yeah. She and Liam are on
the couch in the living room.

Hey, have you guys seen Jules?

Yeah, she asked me for a
blanket a couple minutes ago.

Why would she need a
blanket? The heat's on.

Probably so she and Liam can
snuggle up on the porch...

under the moonlight.

Yeah, I should probably
go see if they're hungry.

- Oh, they're hungry, all right.
- I meant for pizza!

You see the smoke
coming out of his ears?

They've been living together in
the coach house for how long now?

No expiration date on being a father.

OK. I'll follow you out.

- See you, Becca.
- 'Night, Ange.

Hey, guys.

- Mr. Shade.
- Hey, Dad.

He thought you'd want some pizza.

Oh, thanks, Dad. Yeah, you can just

- leave it on the table.
- Yeah, but it's nice and hot right now;

you wouldn't want it to go cold.

- You're right. Let's take it back to our place.
- Thanks, Dad.

- Great idea!
- No, no. I meant that you could eat it here...

- Bye!
- See ya!

Love you both.

Yeah. Love you too, honey.

Isn't young love great?

- And stupid.
- So stupid.

When I was 14,

I jumped off the roof of
a garage to impress a boy.

God forbid you'd just talk to him.

- When I was Jules' age, I was just a...
- Dumb jock?

It's funny. Ethan
called me that yesterday.

What? Why?

No reason.

Point is,

him and Isaac make it look pretty easy.

All of it.

- What "all of it"?
- Well, you know.

Business, friendship,

whole enchilada.

Yeah. Yeah, I guess they do.

I should go. It's a workday tomorrow.

Well, yeah, it's a workday for me too.

I know, but it's a family thing, and...

Yeah, you're part of the family.
Why don't you stick around.

I'll see you tomorrow, Shade.

Aren't you tired of this?

Tired of what?

This thing that we do where we...

get close and then you pull away,

I pull away,

you date someone, I date
someone, but it never lasts.

Wait, are you blaming
me for you and Jada?

No.

Do you know why none of my relationships

for the past five years have worked?

- Don't do this.
- Because no matter who I'm with,

I always compare them to you,

and they always come up short.

- Stop it, Shade. Stop it.
- Because you

are the most perfect woman for me

- that I have ever met.
- Shut up, Shade.

OK? I don't want to
talk about these things.

I don't want to talk
about how you give me

the baby corn in your Thai food
even though you love it or how

when I woke up in the
hospital, you were there

holding my hand or... how
you're always there for me.

I don't want to talk.

Wow.

Yeah.

- Haha.
- Son of a bitch.

Made me kiss you first.

- Yeah, I guess I did.
- Yeah.

So what do we do now?

I have absolutely no idea.

Crap.

Watch the new series Family Law,

coming this September on Global.

They say family is the
most important thing.

So I started one.

- And another.
- ***

And another.

Now, I've got them all
under the same roof.

Everyone, this is Abigail Bianchi.

Daniel and Lucy Svensson,

yoru brother and sister.

You could say, I'm a family man.

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