All language subtitles for The Listener S04E03 Early Checkout.eng

(Cell phone ringing)

(Scoff) What?

You're not talking me out of this.

Stop harassing me.

You call me again, I'm going to the police.

(Cell phone ringing)

I said not to call!

Wow. Nice chatting with you too, Victoria.

Tia. Sorry, I thought
you were someone else.

Are you mad at this person
'cause they forgot to meet you

for drinks like a certain
friend did with me?

- Oh, my God, was that tonight?
- Yeah.

I am so sorry, Tia.

It's just, you know, it's been a
crazy couple of days at work.

- Is it the Barret article?
- Yeah, it's complicated.

Look, can I call you back when
I get things straightened out?

- Are you gonna forget?
- No, no, this time it's gonna

- be for victory drinks.
- All right, well,

- I'm looking forward to it.
- Ok, ciao.

Bye.

(Sigh)

Son of a bitch.

(Streetcar bell)

(Toby): I'm glad I was
free to be your backup plan.

Don't worry, you're never second choice.

She say why she couldn't make it?

No, I don't know, I guess
she was just working too hard.

Anyway, I'm sorry, it must be boring,

talking about this person
you don't even know.

Are you kidding me? I love
this whole "my friends are crazy

but you're gonna learn to
love 'em" phase. (Laughing)

All right, so, how about our backup plan...

- Yeah.
- We start with some Sushi

- and then see where it goes?
- That's a great idea.

All right.

Oh, my God.

Someone call 911!

♪

The Listener 04x03 Early Checkout
Original Air Date June 12, 2013

==sync, correction by
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Hello.

Everybody decent? Hey.

Hey. I'm just bringing back
your iron. What do you think?

Yeah, looks nice. Put it anywhere you want.

How was last night?

- Very good. You?
- Oh,

it was great. Sandy came
over, she cooked, overcooked,

cajun style, I guess.

And we fell asleep on the couch
watching Mob Wives, so, yeah.

- Domestic bliss.
- Absolutely.

Tia didn't stay over last night?

No, no, no, no. We're
taking it nice and slow.

Well, I figured now that
you're dating someone

seriously, you'd wanna make hay
while the sun's shining, you know?

You're a farmer now?

Actually, Turks make excellent
farmers, yeah. It's in my blood.

I could snap my fingers and
a fig tree would pop right up.

Get out.

Want me to do it? I could do it right now.

- Hey. What's up?
- Toby, oh, my God, I need you

to meet me at St. Luke's. What
are you doing in the hospital?

- No, it's Victoria. She's hurt.
- All right. I'm on my way.

Tia's friend's in the hospital. I gotta go.

(Monitors beeping)

Hey, Tia, what happened?

The police called me this morning.

I guess I was down as
her emergency contact.

She fell from her apartment balcony.

- How'd she fall?
- They think she jumped.

Hey.

So, uh, I just spoke with the surgeon.

Victoria's broken a number of bones,

has some internal bleeding,

extensive bruising, and
serious head trauma.

Oh, my God. Will she be ok?

They won't know until
they finish operating.

Tia, these are the best
doctors in the country.

She's in good hands.
Toby, I can't believe this.

- She'd never try to kill herself.
- Tia, breathe. Breathe.

This is

the story she was working
on. It was published today.

- Who is this guy?
- Brad Barret.

Self-made millionaire.
Lives in the lap of luxury.

Victoria broke a story about
how he exploits foreign workers.

He must have been pretty
furious when he read it.

- What are you saying?
- She didn't try

to kill herself. Someone tried to kill her.

I know it in my gut. She had enemies.

Metro won't look into this. Will you?

So, you want the IIB

to investigate a suicide based on what,

- a hunch?
- It's more than a hunch.

It doesn't make sense
Victoria would attempt suicide.

- Did Victoria suffer from depression?
- Not that I know of, no.

Metro pulled this off her computer.
You'll probably want to take a look.

It's a suicide note written on her
computer? Are you kidding me?

They also found sertraline
in her medicine cabinet.

It's a probable sign of depression.

Toby

I was a paramedic. I've
seen a lot of suicide notes;

they're always handwritten, and because
she has sertraline it doesn't make her suicidal.

Toby

Tia said Victoria had no
history of suicide attempts.

Will you let me finish? This is not a case
that would normally fall under our purview.

But if you've got an
instinct about it, go for it.

However, if you're gonna open a file on it,

you gotta prove to me
it's more than suicide.

- Excuse me.
- All right. Thank you.

Well, I, uh, take it

Tia didn't know about
Victoria's depression.

Just because Victoria was
depressed doesn't mean she has

to tell everybody.

What about you? Did you get anything?

Well, yeah. If you look at these binders,

they're all colour-coded
according to story.

But there's a section
missing. That's a bit obsessive.

And I found this purple sticky note:

"B.B. Guilty." Brad Barret.

Purple sticky notes, no purple section.

Or maybe it was never here.

Hey, Toby, check this out.

There's scuff marks

on the window sill here. Could
be from when she threw herself out.

Could be from when she
was thrown out the window.

There's no definitive proof
this was attempted homicide.

There's no definitive proof it wasn't.

(Cell phone ringing) Yeah.

Ok, we're gonna need a full
workup on Victoria's apartment.

Yeah. Ok, bye.

So, Dev checked Victoria's phone records.

Guess which hotelier called
her three times yesterday.

- Brad Barret?
- Let's go talk to "B.B."

Can I help you?

IIB. We need to speak with Mr. Barret.

I've been staying in the wrong hotels.

There's Barret.

Wait here.

Look who he's with. All heavy
hitters. Fortune 500, all of them.

That's Michael Tillman, the developer.

He's a big mover in the port lands.

And that is Jay Levinson, the biggest

- hedge fund manager in town.
- What's he doing with Barret?

Barret is building a hotel empire,
right? For that he needs capital.

Levinson has more money than God.

Sergeant McCluskey,

IIB. This is Special Consultant Logan.

Very pleased to meet you.
I must ask you to excuse

my concierge... she's
very protective of me.

No problem. That's quite
the group you got there.

Yes, we're just closing
a deal on a new hotel.

When we're finished, the city
will have a hotel experience

the likes of which has
never been seen before.

That's exciting.

We're here to ask you
questions about Victoria Chan.

The reporter? What about her?

She fell off of her balcony last night.

Oh, uh, is she all right?

She's in critical condition.

Well, that's, um, that's terrible,

but I'm not sure how I can help.

She wrote an article about
you that was not that flattering.

I can imagine you weren't too happy.

Barret! You can't run away.

I have ways of dealing
with people like you.

Miss Chan had an axe to grind. She tried

to humiliate me, made accusations...

false accusations... that I mistreated
the foreign workers on my staff.

Now, I'm not saying these are the
best jobs in the world, but I assure you,

- our HR practices are industry standard.
- Where were you last night?

I was working late in my office. As always.

And he said to me, "you're right".

I was angry with her, but if I wanted
revenge, that's what I use my lawyers for.

Sorry to interrupt. Brad, we need you

back to the table. Investors
are getting a little anxious.

Can't quite hold a candle to
your razzle-dazzle, brother.

- We're not quite done here.
- Well, I imagine it can wait.

Actually, it can't.

Ok, well, I'll, uh,

keep the party going. Let
me know when you're done.

Look, I am sorry

for Miss Chan, I really am, but I do
have some pressing business to attend to,

so, please, come by sometime,

have a glass of wine.

Oh, there's the wine
list and the wine list.

Tell the maître d' that Bradley sent
you. And you're a beer man, right?

Craft beers for you.

Ok, you doing good over
here? How is everyone?

Unless secretaries dress

like escorts, he was nowhere
near an office last night.

Ok, so, the good news is he's
lying. The bad news is he has an alibi.

He could have hired someone.
I saw him arguing with Victoria.

I'll see if Dev can find anything
else out from her computer.

Toby, I reread Victoria's
story, and something's not right.

- What do you mean?
- Well,

sure, it wasn't flattering, but
there was nothing of substance in it.

There was nothing in it that
would have made her so upset.

You think someone tampered with it?

And knowing Victoria, that
would have made her crazy.

The person to ask about it would
be her editor, Patrick Donovan.

Victoria's the last person I
thought would do something like this.

Why is IIB investigating
an attempted suicide?

Unless you suspect otherwise.

It's our understanding
that Victoria was upset

- with the Barret article.
- What she wrote was slanderous.

Talked about Barret sexually harassing

his employees, misappropriating funds.

That sounds like a powerful story,
like you would sell a lot of papers.

Yes, but she drew some of her
facts from off-the-record conversations.

It opened us to litigation,
so I had to rewrite it.

How'd she feel about your changes?

Wasn't happy

but conflict between writer
and editor is nothing new.

Happens 10 times a day around here.

(Donovan sighs.)

You know, um, Barret
wasn't the first person

to have a problem with
one of Victoria's exposés.

Are you referring to someone specific?

A man named Jarod
Lucic. He owned a boutique

in Yorkville. Victoria wrote

a story about him selling
high-end counterfeit clothing.

Did he serve time?

A witness changed her
testimony... probably paid off.

But the bad press drove away
his clientele and he went under.

He always blamed Victoria.

- Did he harass Victoria?
- I'd say so.

Do you know if she told the police?

I'm hope that's something
you can ask her sometime soon.

Thank you for your time.

Sure.

- Jarod Lucic?
- Hey.

IIB. We need to ask you a few questions.

Uh, yeah, ok.

Let me put some pants on.

He was wearing pants.

- I'll take this way.
- I got this way.

Okay.

Hello again.

Nice pants.

So, Mr. Lucic, tell us about Victoria Chan.

That bitch that ruined my
business and my marriage?

She wrote about you
selling knockoff clothing.

That's lies. All of it.

I take it you didn't like her very much.

Yeah, she ruined my life. I hate her.

Enough to throw her off her balcony?

Whoa, whoa, where's this coming from?

She was found outside her
apartment building last night.

- Where were you last night?
- I was having a drink at my local.

- What time?
- Look, I don't remember.

It was late. Look, I had a few.

Maybe you don't remember throwing
Miss Chan off her balcony either.

Look, ask Mugsy's,
all right? They'll tell you.

- Oh, we will.
- Look, I admit I wanted revenge on her.

Hell, I wanted it on that whole
newspaper for what they did to me.

But I did not do this.

You know, most people are
murdered by someone they're close to.

Yeah? So, what, you a cop now?

I'm just saying, you might want to
take a closer look at her personal life.

(Camera click)

Oh, you mean like you did?

We're going to need to see his camera.

So, Victoria was having

an affair with her editor? How do you know?

Well, luckily or not, Lucic was stalking
them. He was taking photos of them.

Gonna want to check that out.
That puts a new angle on things.

So, maybe the argument
wasn't just about the article.

Maybe their romance was in trouble.

Yeah, I took a look at
Victoria's work emails

with Donovan. Everything
was above board. And then

I found her private email
account. Pretty spicy stuff.

- Ok.
- Donovan ended the affair

about a week ago and she
was not very happy about it.

Then he rewrote her story on top of it?

Might be enough to send her over the edge.

So What? You're going back to suicide?

Absolutely not. Forensics already confirmed

that the laptop was
wiped clean of fingerprints.

So someone wrote the
suicide note as a cover.

Well, we definitely have a case here.

Who had motive? Barret lied
about what he was doing that night.

Maybe Victoria threatened
to tell Donovan's wife

about the affair and he
decided to get rid of her.

Check out Lucic's alibi.
Find out where Donovan is.

Have a little man-to-man with him.
There might be more skeletons in his closet.

Mr. Donovan. Your
assistant said I'd find you here.

It's nice of you to visit Victoria.

I understand how you'd be concerned.

She's more than an associate.

- She's a friend.
- Yeah, well,

even friends can have problems
with each other, can't they?

- How could you do this to me?
- This is just business!

This isn't about business;
This is about you and me!

It's about us!

I don't understand.

Well, I should let you
know that this is now

an investigation into
an attempted homicide.

You think someone tried to kill her?
What does that have to do with me?

Your affair with the
victim is quite relevant.

What are you saying?

We know you and Victoria
were seeing each other.

Look, a high-pressure job, a
married man, a young woman,

working closely together. Things happen.

How'd she act when
you broke it off with her?

She was upset. Look, if I thought

our relationship was
relevant, I would have told you.

- Were you at her apartment last night?
- I resent that line of quest...

- Just answer it.
- I was at home with my wife.

Do you know anything
about a purple notebook?

- You seem a little upset.
- Look, I came here

to see a woman I care about,
and you accuse me of trying to...

I have to get back to work.

Donovan may have been at home

with his wife last night, but at some point

he was in Victoria's apartment
and took her binder and files.

But why? Was there something
in them about the affair?

Or did it have something
to do with the Barret article?

He's hiding something.

All right, well, see if you
can place them at the scene.

- All right.
- I'll check out surveillance

- and traffic cams.
- And I'll work

on a warrant for his home and office.
Let's see if anything purple shows up.

Ok, so, paper from the editor's office

all comes through here? Everything?

Guys, we're looking for Victoria's notes.

Keep an eye out for anything in purple.

You know what, this is
the binding. I need all these.

I need all these. You know what,

just bring everything.
Everything in these bins.

Why is it always the cross-cut shredder?

All right, kids, call
home, call your folks,

see if you can sleep over.

It's looking like an all-nighter.

Hey.

- Hey.
- How are ya?

So, is this our new hangout?

Well, I thought if Barret's
involved, I'd immerse myself

- in his world.
- But where's the TV?

- Ok, I think I might have something.
- What?

I had a look at Victoria's
desk at the office.

How'd you get to sneak around her office?

I'm her emergency contact,
so they gave me access.

No kidding.

I found this under her keyboard.

"TG2BT?" What is that? Is that a password?

- You're not a prince fan? It's an acronym.
- Ok.

Too good to be true.

On purple. That's interesting.

Compliments of Mr. Barret.

Ah, it's nice to see you here for pleasure

rather than business, Mr. Logan.

Uh, it is for pleasure, I take it?

Actually, I'm here on business.

I'm Tia Tremblay. I'm a reporter.

Victoria Chan is my friend.

Ah, I see. And, um, how is Victoria?

As good as one can be in a coma.

I'd love to ask you a few questions.

- Well, of course.
- Great! How about now?

Well, I'd love to, but right now
I have some investors waiting.

But please promise me
you'll schedule an appointment

with my personal assistant, hmm?

It's good to see you again.

- Enjoy the drinks.
- Cheers.

I guess he's not in the mood to talk.

He sure lays on the charm, doesn't he?

The decor, the atmosphere...

it's too good to be true.

Thank you for that.

Now you can leave the
investigating up to IIB.

This is my job.

Victoria knew something,
and now she's in a coma.

I'm not buying Prince
Charming's act one bit.

He's not the only one with a motive, Tia.

What are you talking about?

Why didn't you tell me that
Victoria and Donovan were

- having an affair?
- Donovan, her editor?

- Yeah.
- 'Cause I had no idea.

I thought you knew.

I guess I didn't know
her as well as I thought.

(Barking) There ya go. Come
on, will! There ya go! There ya go!

(Dog barking)

What are you doing here?

(Gunshots) (Donovan groaning)

Ok. Thank you.

So, a jogger found the body this morning.

Donovan's wallet was found in the
ravine... cash and credit cards were missing.

He lives like two blocks
from here, so Metro figures

he was out walking his
dog and then got mugged.

Or somebody wanted it to look that
way. There's no sign of a struggle.

And if he gave up his
valuables, why shoot him?

He was killed for more than
his wallet. Something's up here.

Two lovers, one thrown off her balcony,

the other one shot in the chest.

- Let's talk to his wife.
- Yeah.

I woke up this morning, and
there was this scratching sound.

It was our dog. He wanted in.

And you didn't notice that your
husband was gone all night?

Patrick often worked
all night in his study,

or he... he stayed at... at the office.

He didn't come home often?

Not as often as I would have liked.

You know your husband was
having an affair with Victoria Chan?

Yeah, I, um...

I found out recently.

This man came to our door.

Jarod Lucic.

He didn't tell me his name; He just gave me

some photographs.

I confronted Patrick when he came home.

It was... it was horrible.

Ok, you know how...
how this looks to us, right?

Your husband shot, Victoria
falling off of her balcony...

Patrick told me everything.

I mean, he begged my forgiveness.

That's a really beautiful ring.

Looks new. How many carats is that?

Three carats.

Patrick went overboard.

It was an apology

and a promise.

What the hell?

How's your arts-and-crafts project coming?

Well, we've got most
of the notebook isolated.

Now we're just working on putting
together sentence fragments,

and once that's finished,
the real fun starts.

My cursive construction software...

Will tell us exactly what
was in Victoria's notes.

Guys, come on, pick up
the pace. Let's get it together.

So, is our grieving widow a suspect?

Well, I think her grief is genuine.

- She wanted to work it out.
- So did he.

He got her a three-carat apology ring.

I spoke to the woman
at the jewellery store.

It set him back $40,000.

- Forty grand?
- Yeah.

Editors don't make that kind of
money. Did we check his financials?

Yeah. Nothing was taken from his bank
accounts. It was paid for in cold, hard cash.

Forty K in cash?

Ok, so, look, Barret knows
that this negative article is

gonna be published, right?
What can he do to stop it?

You're suggesting that he paid Donovan 40k

- to rewrite it.
- But for that kind of money,

you'd think the article would
be a little bit more flattering.

Maybe Victoria had something
even more incriminating on Barret.

- Why, do you have something?
- Tia found a note

in Victoria's office that said
Barret was too good to be true.

Which is maybe why Donovan
took Victoria's research.

What about our friend Mr. Lucic?

Well, we know that he
showed up at Donovan's house

and showed his wife those photos.

What about his alibi for the
night that Victoria was pushed?

He arrived at the pub a little after 11.

Well, that would give him plenty
of time to show up at her apartment.

Bartender said he came
in ranting all the time

about how Victoria and
her editor ruined his life.

Maybe he tried to ruin theirs.

I'll have Metro pick him up again.

(Lucic):So I showed the wife a
couple of pictures. Is that a crime?

- No, but stalking is.
- You hated Patrick, didn't you?

Yeah, I hated him. That
bastard printed slander,

which I beat in court. The way
we hear it, the victims were paid off.

You wanted to hurt Donovan and Victoria.

Yeah, I did. And the beauty of them
having the bed sweats for each other

meant I could hurt them
both at the same time.

You see, the thing about
revenge, Jarod, is it's never enough.

But ruining his marriage
and making him break it off

with Victoria, that wasn't
enough for you, was it?

So you pushed Victoria off her balcony.

(Lucic): That's crazy, I
didn't murder anyone.

And then you shot Donovan
in the chest to finish it off.

Ok, whoa. Yeah, I wanted to hurt them,

but I didn't want to go to jail.
All right, they ruined my life

once already; I wasn't
gonna let them do it again.

He's twisted, but he's not a murderer.

All right, something else
came up. Forensics called.

Patrick Donovan was
killed with a .22-caliber bullet.

Now, according to the gun
registry, Barret owns a .22.

- Ok, do we have a warrant?
- Ask and you shall receive.

Get me something I can use.

(Cell phone ringing)

Hey.

Toby, it's me. I'm at the hotel. Listen,

I've been talking to Barret's
employees. They're all shutting me down.

Well, that's not surprising.

Their boss is a suspect in Victoria's fall.

Look, Tia, you gotta stay away from Barret.

Stay away? Are you kidding me?

We're handling the investigation.

It would be a lot safer
if you leave it to us.

Toby, I'm a reporter. This is what I do.

Yeah, you're also too personally involved.

I'm getting answers.

Apparently something's
wrong with Barret's finances.

Investors are starting to
walk away. I think that might be

what Victoria's story was really about.

Now, listen, you don't want to
share information about the case,

I respect that, but I won't
stop chasing this story.

Tia's all over Barret.

There's something wrong with his finances.

Well, let's find out for ourselves.

(Elevator ding)

(Dance music)

That doesn't sound like a business meeting.

- You got the password?
- Warrant.

Right here.

Thank you.

(Laughing)

- Ok.
- Shareholder's meeting?

Oh... oh!

♪ Ah yeah ♪

I want to speak with my lawyer.

(Laughing)

- That's probably a good idea.
- ♪ ah yeah ♪

How's she doing?

The doctors seem hopeful.

How are you?

I just wish there was more I could do.

I wish I could help take
down whoever did this to her.

We arrested Brad Barret last night.

- You did?
- There's some evidence

that makes it look like
he might be involved.

We haven't interrogated him
yet, but he might be the kind of guy

we can't keep our hands on for too long.

Listen, anything you need, let
me know, I'll be happy to help.

Tia, you're doing too much already.

- What's that supposed to mean?
- You should back off.

(Sigh) I can't believe I'm hearing this.

This guy might be
responsible for what happened

to Victoria and Patrick.
This is very dangerous.

This is my job,

Ok? I've done it for 10
years. I can look after myself.

I don't want you getting
hurt for some good scoop.

This isn't about a scoop!

This is about a friend that I
respect and that I care about

who nearly died for this story.

So I owe it to her to look into this.

Not if you get killed.

Please. Tia, back off. Tia...

I... I know what I'm doing.

That's a very interesting

business meeting that
you were having, Mr. Barret.

You had no legal right
to come into that room,

so without a warrant... you have nothing.

Ah.

Well, actually, we did have a warrant.

And as we speak, forensics is
going over a .22-caliber handgun

that we found in your room.
Now, that was the same caliber

- that was used to kill Donovan.
- Patrick Donovan?

Do you think I'd be so stupid as
to keep a murder weapon with me?

Look, I keep telling
you, I had nothing to do

with what happened to him or that reporter.

You paid Donovan to
rewrite Victoria's article.

- I did no such thing.
- It had to be published;

otherwise Victoria would have made a stink.

You just made sure that it
made as little damage as possible.

That is crazy. I have nothing to hide.

Ah.

So, Victoria wasn't gonna write
about your cocaine and hooker parties?

Are these parties the
reason you're beginning

- to lose investors?
- Damn it, Martin!

Some investors have
unreasonable expectations.

They expect double digits or they move on.

You can't please everyone.
It's all part of the business.

I need a word.

Forensics came back. Barret's
gun is not the murder weapon.

Ok. I can see why Victoria
called him "Too good to be true".

So, what, you think she was gonna
write about the drugs and prostitutes?

- I do.
- Well, with or without the gun,

we still have enough to hold
him until we find out more.

And I got a little read.

I think I got the first name
of an investor. Martin.

Last name Reynolds. Self-made
millionaire who made his fortune

- in the '90s real estate boom.
- Must have a nose for investment.

You think he smelt something bad
and pulled out of Barret's operation?

Maybe he's the missing piece of the puzzle.

Do you think he's a suspect?

He's definitely a person of interest.

- I'd say a little more than that.
- Ah.

The arts-and-crafts project. Now,
from what I've gathered from Victoria's

research, Reynolds was a major investor

in Barret's empire. It
must have really hurt

- when he pulled out his capital.
- Let's track him down.

Mr. Reynolds. IIB.

We'd like to speak with
you about Brad Barret.

I really don't have time for this. I
have a meeting in a few minutes.

We'll keep it brief.

(Car starting)

Please, let's stay warm.

(Michelle): Why did you
leave Barret properties?

I had some... difference
with one of the principals.

- Barret?
- I can't say.

This is a house of cards, Levinson!

You said your piece. Now go.

Levinson.

I won't confirm that it was Levinson,

but I won't deny it either.

What was the issue between
you and Jay Levinson?

I'm sorry. I've already said too much.

If you're withholding information relevant

to this investigation, we can
charge you with obstruction.

Levinson manages a hedge
fund holding over $500 million.

He bought a big stake in Barret properties

and paid for it in units of
his fund. If his fund tanks,

then Barret properties
tumbles like a house of cards.

- But his fund didn't tank.
- No, quite the opposite.

These figures just don't add
up. No fund can perform that well.

In my experience, if something is
too good to be true, it probably is.

What was in Barret who was
too good to be true was Levinson.

Did you tell Victoria Chan about
Levinson's investment scheme?

I may have leaked a file or
two before I signed my NDA.

She was convinced that Barret was guilty

of some financial impropriety,

but he was simply oblivious.

I said just as much to another journalist

- just this morning.
- Who's the other journalist?

Tia... something.

Tia Tremblay. What
did you tell her, exactly?

She said she was working her way down

a list of investors,
looking for dirt on Barret.

She asked me about Levinson,

and I said he was worth talking to.

I think he was next on her list.

Michelle: Dev, we need a location for Tia.

Her cell's off, or maybe she's just
not taking my phone calls right now.

Ok. I'll triangulate her
phone and get her 20 to you.

- As quick as you can, Dev.
- Hey, guys, I finished my little project,

and you're never gonna guess
who Victoria's expose was about.

- We know. Jay Levinson.
- Way to steal my thunder,

Michelle. Thank you. But here's
something you may not know.

Victoria drilled down deeper
under Reynolds' suspicions

[And found out that Levinson's hedge
fund was just a giant Ponzi scheme.]

Now, some of the companies that are
investments aren't even real companies.

And a high-visibility investor like
Barret's, it makes the whole thing look real.

Ok, so Levinson would have been ruined.

He was the one who bribed
Donovan to change the story.

Yeah, but that wasn't enough,
so he had to tie up loose ends,

so first goes Victoria, and then Donovan.

Which explains why I didn't read
guilt off Barret... he didn't do it.

We're gonna need Levinson's address.

He's staying at a suite at Barret's hotel.

She could be with Levinson right now.

- We don't know that, Toby.
- She has no idea he's the killer.

(Knocking on door)

Hi, I'm Tia Tremblay.

I'm a friend and colleague of
Victoria Chan. I'm following up

on some research she
did for a recent article

about Brad Barret. May I come in?

Of course. Always eager
to meet with the press.

All right.

Come on, Tia, pick up.

Guys, I triangulated Tia's phone.

Bad news. She's inside the hotel.

(Toby dialing)

Get me hotel security, please.

I'm going to get them to search
the hotel, see if they can find her.

Ok.

Come on. Come on.

You caught me in the
middle of a late lunch.

- Some wine?
- No, thank you.

Ok, now, I haven't had the pleasure
of meeting Miss Chan, but I understand

- she was quite the journalist.
- Is. She's

- still alive.
- Forgive me.

Poor choice of words.

I did read her piece on Barret, though.

I have to say: more bark than bite.

You know, I agree. I think
there was more to that story.

I think that Victoria was on
to something much bigger.

Really? I'd be fascinated to hear
what grand mystery Victoria was on to.

There are some rumors

that some of the
investors are dissatisfied.

Dissatisfied with what, exactly?

Well, I'm supposed to be asking
the questions, Mr. Levinson.

Is it true that there's been

some dissension among Barret's investors?

You've been talking to Reynolds.

I can't divulge my sources.

Of course not.

But I interrupted you.

You were about to share with
me what Victoria had uncovered.

You need to come with us.

Take us to Levinson.

Still nothing from Tia.

(Cell phone vibrating)

You seem reluctant to share with me.

- You seem anxious to know.
- Anxious? Not anxious.

Just curious.

I have an emergency.

Really? I haven't answered your questions.

You did.

And I have to go. I need to go.

- Now.
- I'm still curious, though.

I'd really love to know what was
so terribly important to Victoria

that she'd throw herself
from a fourth-floor window.

How did you know it was the fourth floor?

I don't remember that
being reported anywhere.

I suppose I found out some other way.

Thank you for speaking to me,
Mr. Levinson. I have to go now.

So soon? I think that

you and I should just talk a little more.

Ah! No.

Thank you.

(Tia screaming) It's Tia.

- Drop the knife!
- Can't do that.

Put down the knife down or I put you down.

I've seen my partner drop
people from twice as far away.

Yeah, well, I'm calling her bluff.

You don't want more blood
on your hands, Levinson.

What is this? The part where
you talk me off the ledge?

We know about Victoria.

- You can't buy me off like Patrick.
- Oh, yeah?

(Slap)

You don't know anything.

We know about Patrick Donovan too.

(Gunshots)

You were waiting for him
in High Park. You shot him.

And the gun...

We found the gun in a garbage at
the entrance to the park. It's over.

Let her go at the count of three

or my partner is gonna drop you. One...

Two... Ugh!

Oof!

Turn around. On your stomach. Now.

You all right?

(Michelle): He fully tackled the guy.

Ok, so what you're saying is
you brought a him to a knife fight?

No, no, no, Tia was the
star of the show. Really, she...

So, you brought a Tia to a knife
fight? (Klein clearing his throat.)

The gun was recovered from the garbage
can. Thank you, Toby, as you predicted.

It was a black-market piece;

the serial numbers were
ground off, but a partial print

on a chambered bullet matches Levinson's.

What's going on with Barret?

Well, Levinson's accounts have been frozen,

his assets have been
seized. As he falls, so goes

the whole house of cards.
Barret's empire will tumble.

- Couldn't happen to a nicer fellow.
- A shame.

And, uh, guys. Good job.

(Knocking) You keeping vigil?

Relief is on the way. Her parents
have just landed from Shanghai.

- How is she?
- Well, the surgeon says,

with intensive therapy, she should recover.

- That's great.
- Yeah.

It'll be a long road, but if
anyone can do it, she can.

She's a fighter.

She heard me.

- You feel better?
- Yeah. Much better, thank you.

Good.

Um, so, Toby, this is kinda weird,

but, um, you said, when you
were talking Levinson down,

you said something about the gun.

Yeah. What's weird about that?

You knew it was in the garbage.

Yeah, I know the area. It just seemed

like the most logical place
he'd have dumped the gun.

- So you're saying you bluffed?
- I bluffed.

- That accurately?
- I'm that good.

So, what do you really
do for the IIB? Just bluff?

Or do you really read faces?

Can you tell me what
I'm thinking right now?

You want a coffee... Black, two sugars.

Not even close. I was thinking
that my boyfriend is gonna

take me out for a really
nice dinner tonight.

- See? I'm not that talented.
- Oh, no.

Oh. Ok.

Hey.

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