All language subtitles for Republic of Doyle s05e05 The Works.eng

Announcer: Previously,
on Republic of Doyle.

Garrison Steele:
The original Special Detective.

Mr. Jake Doyle.

Do you really have
a crying disorder?

Steele!

Well, I'm not gonna follow up
from a tip from some idiot.

I broke up with Grayson.

He was kind of a tool.
And I deserve better.

Leslie:
Don't move!

Jake:
Leslie!

Where's Callum?

Des: Callum Pardy
died-- Eight years ago.

You been working Special Ops
for eight years?

I warned you
to stay off this case.

What about your girlfriend?

She's here too-- with
some handsome fella.

Tell me that
he's your ex-boyfriend.

He's my husband.

Jake:
So Garrison Steele,

writer of all
things garbage, calls.

And you just come running.

Every time that fella
shows up in town,

I end up with the poopy
end of the stick.

Malachy: First off-- That's
incentive enough for me.

Secondly -- Mister Steele said
it was an emergency.

So just look at it like any
other paying gig.

Some things are just not
worth the money.

I've literally never heard you utter
those words before in your life.

You know,
you and Leslie--

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Anything that
you have to say about Leslie.

Anything that you're thinking
about saying about Leslie --

Just mind your own business.

Just trying to be sensitive to
your situation, maw mouth.

Offer a little insight.

You want some insight?

She was, she is, she was,
married.

Okay, how's that for insight?

She thought Callum was dead
for eight years.

She's got a lot to process
right now.

Where are we going?

Elevator.
That way.

You know I need this
like I need a hole in the head.

That's the spirit.

Steele?

Well.

Someone was having a time.

Uh, involving some blood, Dad.

And lots of it.

Mal:
Where's Garrison?

[Bang. Bang. Bang.]

[Bang. Bang.]

What's going on?

Mal:
Everything is gonna be okay.

Jake. Call the police.

Hang on a second.

Jake.

Help me.

Garrison Steele.

What have you gone
and done now?

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Jake:
Sit down.

Oh.

Where did all the blood
come from?

I don't know.

Jake:
Okay. Easier question.

What the hell happened
here last night?

I don't know that either.

You know what?

I'm gonna call the cops.

No police!

I've done nothing wrong.

I don't think you get it.
Okay?

You're in a hotel room,
covered in someone's blood,

with a missus handcuffed
in the closet.

I don't have a missus.

Rachel, you okay?

I'm fine. Just--
What's happening?

She's okay.

The blood's not hers.

What blood?

Malachy.

Please uncuff her.

We can't yet.
This is a potential crime scene.

Crime scene?

Those are your handcuffs? Why
did you handcuff this poor girl

in the closet?

I, I, I didn't.

Although admittedly,
the handcuffs are mine,

but they are strictly
recreational.

And you can't recall anything
about last night?

It's a blur.

I wonder why.

Steele:
I didn't order any of that.

I have been living clean.

Nothing but meditation,
and yoga to fill my soul.

I have transcended.

Yeah. Into madness.

Jake.

What are you thinking?

That's a lot of blood.

There's a good chance
this is fatal.

Yeah, no kidding.

So where's the body?

I dunno. Who's the missus
in the closet?

Rachel Molloy says she's
a friend of Garrison's.

But she doesn't remember anything
about last night either.

We shoulda never got tangled up
with Garrison Steele.

Oh really? Because you never
mentioned that before.

[Sirens.]

Someone already called this in.

Okay, let's get out of here
and find that douche bag

before we become accessories
to whatever happened here.

[Phone buzzes.]

Callum.

Three cream.
No sugar.

I take it black now.
But thank you.

I guess some things do change.

Eight years
is a long time, Callum.

Well, you're still a cop.

You still hold your coffee
in both hands to keep warm.

You still look incredibly
beautiful in the morning.

You were declared legally dead.

Which kinda makes us
not married any more.

Don't you think?

There wasn't a day that went by
that I didn't think about you.

There was a funeral.

I know.

You let me bury and think you
were dead for eight years.

How could you do that to me?

I didn't plan
any of this, Leslie.

I was part of an operation that
saved a lot of lives.

But it made a lot of enemies.

When somebody tried to kill me,

my orders were to make 'em
believe that they did.

I had to let everybody think
I was dead.

[Buzz. Buzz.]

Bennett.

I'm on my way.

Look, Leslie. I'm sorry.

I just really want us
to try again.

I gotta go. You can stay
and finish your coffee.

Knock next time.

Yeah.

Jake:
Any luck?

Mal:
None.

Steele and Rachel
must be long gone.

Great.
What now?

Okay. You go find Leslie and try and
tell her our side of the story.

I'm afraid
I can't allow that Jake.

Rachel:
Come on, Garrison.

Please. Let's just
talk to the police.

Rachel.

You and I have to get to the
bottom of this ourselves.

And the universe has sent
these two to help us.

Please get in.

The universe called.

And they want you to go back to
your own planet, you moron.

Shut up.
And get in the car.

Okay. Take it easy.

Tinny:
Hey.

Hey. Can you believe that Leslie
was married and didn't tell Jake.

I mean, that's the sort of thing that should
come out on the second date, you know?

Third date, tops.

I know.

I mean, you think you know
someone. It's all very strange.

I guess there's something to be
said for staying single.

Oh yeah, right.

I forgot that you and Gray--
something are no longer a couple.

You know, everything's
changing-- Relationship-wise.

Leslie has a husband.

Me and you are both single
at exactly the same time.

I gotta go to work.

But we should be talking about this
Jake and Leslie thing to anyone.

It's awkward enough without us
going on about it.

Oh, absolutely. I totally agree.
A hundred percent.

Hey!

See ya.

Bye hon!

You okay, Des?

Better than Jake.

Can you believe that Leslie
was married?

Well, it's between
Jake and Leslie.

I know. I was just giving Tinny
the exact same warning.

I was like... Now missus-- Don't be
being a chatterbox about this.

Can we help you?

Where's Garrison Steele?

- I'm sorry--
- I know you work with him.

Excuse me.
Who are you?

Danielle Roberts.
I'm his ex-wife.

And I know he's been in town
the last few weeks.

You're an ex?

What number?

Although you're young. You
probably fall to the back half.

Flight itineraries.

Steele's been back and forth to St.
John's for months.

So where is he?

He owes me a book.

[Ring.]

Oh, sorry.

Excuse me.

Jake. Hey. We were just
not talking about you.

Yeah. Des. I need you and Rose to
get over to the office right away.

We've got Garrison Steele
with us.

Don't tell anyone.

Yeah. Got it.

Oh. Off topic. I just wanna
say-- That I'm-- I'm here for--

[Click.]

Hello?

Hello?

So Ms. Roberts. We don't know
where Garrison is.

But, if we hear from him,
we'll let you know.

See that you do. And I'll make
it worth your while.

Yes.

Okay.

Okay! Bye!

Alright. You are not going
to believe this.

- Jake and Mal are with Garrison.
- No! Jake and Mal-- Yeah!

Are they coming?

Yeah. Now why don't we all just
relax. And by we, I mean you.

Mal:
Listen to him Steele.

You know us.

Rachel:
Garrison, please.

Put down the gun.

Nobody thinks you did anything.

We can work this out.

Yeah. Why don't you
put down the gun

before you light
something on fire.

Oh. Is that a colloquialism for
shooting up the place?

Because I will indeed light
this place up.

No, I mean literally light the place on
fire with your tiny little lighter gun.

[Click.]

How did you know?

Well, most guns, Garrison, don't
have the word lighter written

on the side of it.

Now.

Tell me. Why shouldn't we just
turn you in right now?

I'm being framed, Jake.

Someone drugs me and
my lady companion.

And then leaves a blood stain
on the carpet.

It's a setup.
Can't you see that?

Why would someone do that?

Someone's after my manuscript.

I'm writing another
Special Detective.

Jake:
No. No.

Oh no. No. No.
You're not.

Um. We sold him
the lifetime rights, Jake.

Wow. This is great news,
Garrison.

You sold him--?
We-- What?

I thought you were done
with that stuff.

I thought so too.
But my fans love the series.

Thank you again, Jake.

You portrayed me

as a moronic, compulsive, crying
idiot private detective who literally

- stumbles on the clues.
- I know.

Sometimes it's hard to see one's
true self through another's eyes.

Besides,
they were best sellers.

Which makes no sense.

The other books
were much better.

Where is this latest manuscript?

My assistant, Nancy Burton,
is holding it for safe keeping.

I wrote it on my old typewriter.
It's the only copy.

Rachel:
Nancy.

She was at the hotel last night.

Yeah.
Yeah she was.

You know, it could be her blood

that's splattered
all over that room.

Do you have a picture of her,
by any chance?

Steele:
Nancy.

- You don't think--
Mal: - It's not for sure.

But we need to find her.

Rachel:
She could be at my place.

I gave her a spare key
yesterday.

So we could have some privacy.

Excellent.
I got this.

No, no, no, no.
You got nothing.

Jake's right.
You're a wanted man.

I got it.

Rachel.

No problem.

Till then, my sweet.

Now what?

I'm looking through the

photos that you took on my phone
of the crime scene.

Steele:
Hmm.

What?

Leslie:
A hotel worker said

he might have seen someone
fitting the description

of Jake and Garrison Steele
driving away.

I have Forensics on the way.

Looks like we have a crime scene
on our hands.

Sir.
You can't be here.

Sorry. Just doing my job.
Trying to anyway.

The room is under Steele's name,
but was paid for

by a Rachel Molloy.

Get Officers Doyle and Grayson
Mann to check into that lead,

would ya?

Tinny and Grayson?

You heard they broke up, right?

Drama.
Gets in the way of the work.

That's why I never indulge
in the office romance.

Hood.

Just do it.

Rose:
We need to call Leslie.

I know this is a tough time
for both of you.

I could call her, if you want.

No, no. It's fine.

I can call her. I just--

I try not to talk about her,
because she gets on my mind.

And when she's on my mind, that's
all I can ever think about.

I hear that Leslie
is actually married.

Amazing stuff, Jake.
You must be a mess.

Wha? Man. B'ys the rumour mill
is clearly in full swing today.

Everybody stop talking
about Leslie.

Got it?

Word.

I shan't broach
the subject again.

Thank you for the change of
clothes, my darling Rose.

Malachy has much better taste
than his progeny.

So, what's next?

Steele:
We keep looking. We must.

Foul play is afoot.

This is a job for the police,
you know.

And besides, there are people
who are worried about you.

Namely, your publisher

and ex-wife,
Danielle Roberts.

She says you owe her a book.

Danielle was here?
She's insane.

You have to keep her
away from me.

She also knows you've been
coming to St. John's for months.

Why have you been coming to town
for months?

Just to spend time with Rachel.

She, like all Newfoundland
women, is truly inspiring.

Des:
Oh my God. Mr. Steele.

Do you see it?
Do you see it? The whip.

The brandy bottle.
The blood stain.

A trifecta of evidence
which tell a story.

One that's already been written.

It's from To Kill a Mocking Man.

He's right.

You're saying that someone
recreated a crime scene

based on something
from one of these crap novels.

Now, first off,
it's a masterpiece.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Secondly, exactly. Down to a T,
or whip, as it were.

Why would someone do that?

[Ring.]

[Garrison and Jake] Leslie?

Where's Garrison Steele?

Garrison Steele?

Why would I know
where Garrison Steele is?

I need to talk to him.

There was an anonymous tip
of a homicide.

And his hotel room
supports the theory.

Okay. What makes you think he'd
even be in contact with me?

I mean, if he is here, he knows that I...
hate his guts.

Leslie:
A hotel employee said

they saw you
driving off with him.

B'y, Leslie b'y.
I don't know what to tell ya.

Luckily,
you can think about it,

and tell me face to face.

I'll be at your place
in a few minutes.

Um, guys.
A bit of a red flag here.

I just found this
in Garrison's pocket.

Des: That's the bloody
nail file that was

used to kill so many in
To Kill a Mocking Man.

You took a potential murder
weapon from a crime scene?

It was just sitting there.
And I thought--

That you would contaminate
evidence?

And make yourself look even
guiltier than you already do?

I thought it might hold a clue.

Unlike you.

And FYI, Leslie's on
her way over here.

Oooh.

Forces are pulling you together.
Can't you feel it?

Garrison, how can you be
so calm right now?

I spent six months in India.

Meditation,
spiritual soul searching.

A physical and physiological
cleansing, all incredibly liberating.

Oh, I'll liberate you. Right out
through the friggin' window.

Rose:
Okay. Des.

I want you to research
Steele's book.

See if there's any other similarities
to what's happening right now.

Yes. I'll need stickies.

Where are you going?

I gotta go return this
to the scene of the crime.

And you're coming with me.

Give me that!

Rachel:
Sorry. That was a dead end.

Nancy definitely didn't stay
at my place.

That's okay.
It was worth a try.

Tell me.
Did Nancy get along with Steele?

She seemed to.

I can imagine being Garrison Steele's
assistant could be difficult at times.

You don't think she robbed the
manuscript and took off?

That would be quite
the severance package.

So, how did you meet Steele?

At a book signing.

I've been reading his stuff
for years.

So your son's the inspiration for
that Special Detective series?

In Jake's defence, Garrison
did take a few liberties.

To be honest, I don't like the
character's temperament.

Well, Garrison made up
that point.

Rachel Molloy.

I need to speak to you.

Poppy?

Jake:
What is wrong with you?

I told you to wait in the car!

I left something important
in here.

Something that showcases
my other talents.

Other talents?

That would imply that you
already posses at least one.

It's a sex tape, okay?

A sex tape?

I thought I could convince
Nancy and Rachel

to participate
in the elusive m?nage.

So I set out the stuffed animal
camera to capture the moment.

Ironic, since you have
a bit of an unwanted

m?nage of your own with Leslie
and her husband.

Stop saying the word m?nage.

You were gonna tape these girls
without them knowing about it?

No, of course not.
I wouldn't do that.

It would only be
with their consent.

I used the nanny cam so it
wouldn't take anyone

out of the moment.

But I can't remember if we did
anything or not.

Why didn't you tell me that you
had a camera?

You could have taped everything

that happened here last night,
you idiot.

What is this?

The dust jacket layout
for the new book.

Jake:
The briefcase.

Steele:
Isn't it beautiful?

Corinthian leather,
given to me by Freddy Mercury.

The bellhop.

No. You moron.

The lead singer from Queen.

God. This Leslie thing is really
messing with your brain.

Stop talking.

Let's go.

It's a nice picture of me.

Mr. Steele, can you sign
some autographs?

Hello. Well, how nice of you.
Don't be shy.

Jake:
You.

I wanna talk to you.

Come here.

Let go.

Gather 'round. Don't be shy.
I'm just like you.

Let me sign that for you.

Steele.

What the hell are you doing?

Are you trying to get caught?

Jake.
These are my fans.

Danielle:
Garrison Steele.

Where is my manuscript?

Isn't that your ex-wife?

Well, that answers that.

Rose. If you know the
whereabouts of Garrison Steele,

you have got to tell me.

I can tell you
that he's not here.

That is not what I asked.

And to say that this is all
a bit much right now,

is probably the understatement
of the century.

Listen, you know what?

I know you're going through
a tough time right now.

And if anyone can empathize about the
return of an ex-husband, it's me.

At least there was a definite
ending between you and yours.

Well, if you ever need to talk,
I'm here.

[Ring.]

Bennett.

Okay.
I'm on my way.

Looks like I got a lead.

Oh great.

Would you please
tell Jake to call me?

Okay.

We can work this out.

The case, I mean.

I knew what you meant.
Okay. Will do.

Oh. Holy--

Jeez. I'm okay, I'm okay.

I don't know
what you're implying,

but Garrison
would never hurt anyone.

Especially
his own assistant Nancy.

She was guarding
the new manuscript.

He's writing a new book?

It's another one of that terrible
Special Detective Series.

Terrible? I've read the
series three times.

Tinny: Maybe that manuscript
is what this is all about.

Maybe someone tried to
hurt Nancy for it.

Look, I got this, Tinny.

Please. Don't jump to
conclusions, alright?

We don't know if Nancy or
anyone else was actually hurt.

But, that's logical
and well thought out.

Grayson:
Where's the manuscript now?

Mal:
We don't know.

And we've been more than cooperative,
so, if you'll excuse us...?

Yeah, well...
Don't leave the country.

Don't leave the country?

Look. How about you not make
this about us? Okay?

Us?

Grayson.
I broke up with you.

And if you ever bring up that
personal crap again,

I'll get creative when people
ask why it ended.

Don't kid yourself.
It ended because of Des.

Jake:
Just so you know.

You risked getting caught
by the cops over a sex tape.

If you knew how much time and effort I put into
that m?nage ?� trois plan, you'd understand.

Yeah, well, you'd better be
careful or your little m?nage

will end up
all over the internet.

Well, I hope you find it
educational.

[Ring.]

Jake:
Des.

Okay, I think I might know
where Nancy is.

So I scanned through all of
Garrison's books.

And there are three where there's
a writer and missing assistants.

- Three...
- There are only so many devices.

And in all three books,
they end up dead.

Jake: Stashing a body's
a hard thing to do.

So it has to be close to the
scene of the crime.

Are there any assistants
who were killed

and stashed somewhere in any of
Steele's crappy books?

Yeah, well if it's Herd of Murderers,
she could be found on a farm.

Half Past Dead has her
at a recycling depot.

While in Innocent
Until Proven Dead,

the victim falls from dory after
being stabbed.

Very impressive.

Jake:
A dory?

Hang on for a sec.

There's a monument right behind
the hotel that has a boat in it.

I'm gonna go check it out.

I don't see her.

Wait a second.

Steele:
Oh my God. Nancy.

I can't believe this.

It's not good.

[Sirens.]

Leslie: We find you literally
standing over the body.

You're looking at some serious
charges here.

From aiding and abetting
to accessory to murder.

And you lied
to a police officer.

I did not lie.

I simply withheld
some important information,

which you, of all people,
should appreciate.

Steele: Leslie and Jake. I
understand you're tormented

by the return of a former lover.

I wrote the book on that.

Read Murder Over Martinis.
It will--

[Together] Shut up Steele.

And you're looking
at Murder One.

I didn't kill Nancy.

Jake:
Whoa, whoa. Wait a minute.

How did the cops know
where to find us, exactly?

An anonymous tip.

Leslie, think about it.

Whoever killed Nancy probably
called in your little tip.

Okay? They're trying
to frame us.

We can't hold Jake.

See. What?

We're in the middle
of a murder investigation.

Garrison's lawyer called.

And according to Mr. Steele here, the
entire thing was against Doyle's will.

I will sign an affidavit, that I took
the Doyles hostage at gun point.

I was more animal than man.

Steele is clearly lying.

Steele:
What?

Don't shoot the messenger.

I'm gonna get to
the bottom of this.

I promise you two that.

Jake. Please.
You're my only hope.

I'll try and figure out
who killed Nancy.

And who's trying to frame you.

But you have to promise--
to stop lying to me.

- What? I-I'm not--
- You know what?

You can start
by not talking at all.

Callum.

What are you doing here?

I was just finishing up
some paper work.

It's official.
I'm alive again.

So, look. I'm really sorry
about this morning.

The last thing in the world
I wanna do is upset you.

I've done
enough of that already.

Thanks for that.

I just need a bit more time.

So, for now--

Congratulations on your return
to the land of the living.

So what are we celebrating?

Just getting my life
back in order.

I'm so happy for you.

I'll talk to you later.

Absolutely.

Jake. I don't know where to
start. This is a mess.

I'm sure it will all
work itself out.

And, just so we're clear-- I'm gonna
find out the truth about Steele.

Okay.

Jake:
Des.

I need you to look into this.

Over there, please.

Why?
What's on it?

It's either evidence.

Or something that's gonna scar
you for the rest of your life.

So what have we got?

Mal: We know that someone
has framed Garrison

for the murder
of his assistant, Nancy.

Right. And they're doing it in a
style mimicking Steele's novels.

Well, for the only copy of Garrison
Steele's next Special Detective novel,

Clueless in St. Johns.

Great title.

I agree.

Yeah, me too.

Just shut up, all ye.

Mal: This manuscript
is worth a fortune.

Steele's ex-wife and publisher

has been after Steele for
a book he owes her.

Maybe she killed Nancy to get
her hands on the manuscript.

And Rachel Molloy,
Steele's girlfriend,

was found
with him at the scene.

Well, you know, either Rachel, or Danielle
could have wanted Nancy out of the way.

It's a motive.

Okay. Well, also there's Zach
Fleming, the bellhop,

who stole Steele's briefcase,
presumably for the manuscript.

Okay. That's odd.
Like really odd.

Jake: Really odd,
like, we've gotta

stare at Garrison Steele
naked odd?

Or something else?

Just rewind that.

Look. She put something in
Steele's briefcase.

Mal:
You thinking what I'm thinking?

That's real Corinthian leather.

It's the manuscript.

That too.

Nancy must have put it in
there without telling Steele.

So the bellhop-- Zach.
He's got it.

You got an address?

I can text you one right now.

Come on.

This is weird.

The evidence
is really piling up.

In addition to the obvious-- the
murder being in your suite.

And your prints being
on the murder weapon.

An oversight on my part.

The victim's body was staged to look
like a scene from one your books.

That means it was premeditated.

Leslie--
I'm not a killer.

I have no motive.
I have everything to lose.

And nothing to gain.

Say I believe you.

Do you have any idea
who'd wanna frame you?

No. People love me.

Don't they?

Danielle: [Muffled]
I really need to see him.

Tinny:
You can't go in there.

I really need
to speak to Garrison.

I told you.
You can't go in there.

If you keep this up, I'm gonna
have to place you under arrest.

What's going on?

I'm Danielle Roberts. Garrison's
ex-wife and publisher.

I'd like to see him.

I told her
she couldn't go in there.

You can see him
in a few minutes.

Thank you.

So we're allowing visitors in
the interrogation room now?

I don't think
Steele's a murderer.

And she's gonna help me
find out who is.

I will get you your manuscript.

The manuscript
is half of what I want.

You stole from me.

Oh that.

Yes that.

You drained my accounts.
Eighty thousand dollars.

I needed the cash to maintain the lifestyle
in which I have become accustomed.

But I've changed.

I have a plan for you

to get back the money
you owe me. And more.

Have you checked the internet?

I don't do that stuff.
The twitting or the facing.

Why?

News of your arrest has leaked.

Your novels are flying
off the shelves.

Pre-sales for your new book are
also going through the roof.

I don't care about such shallow
pursuits of happiness.

That's all you care about.
We were married, remember?

Good point.

There are millions of dollars
on the line.

I could do a lot of good
with that kind of money.

But the manuscript is gone.

Not quite.

It's for sale
on an online auction.

And I've already contacted
the supplier.

We're meeting on the rooftop
of your hotel.

But you could be talking
to the killer.

I'll take care of it,
like I always do.

How did you know
that would work?

Volatile relationship combined
with close space--

Always gets information flowing.

Tell Grayson to move Steele to
prison holding to avoid the press.

Gladly.

Tinny-- Do I need to think
about keeping you guys apart?

What?

You and Grayson.
You were dating.

No. We're just colleagues now. We're
keeping it totally professional.

Okay. Great.

Then look into this auction
and keep me posted.

Yes sergeant.

Your chariot, sir.

I-- I never thought that I would
be transporting one of my idols.

Oh you're so kind.
Tell me your name.

Grayson.

Grayson, Grayson.

It is always such a pleasure
to meet a fan.

In fact, I'd love to give you
an autograph. But alas--

Oh, sorry. I can't. I wish.
But rules are rules.

I understand.

That is what
is wrong with society.

Best not do that.

You're right. I shouldn't waste
my breath on such reprobates.

But tell me something--

How do you sleep at night?
I assume it's in caves.

You-- troglodytes.

Hey. I'm warning you.
Go back inside.

Guys! I am warning you.

Yeah. Keep moving.

I'm sorry about that Mr.--

Steele.

Mr. Steele?

B'y, think for a fella working
in the hospitality industry,

this guy would be
a little bit neater.

So how are you holding up?

I'm fine. Okay? I'm fine.

So, whatever you're thinking,
just drop it.

Likely not easy seeing Leslie
and Callum together like that.

No. It wasn't easy. In In fact-- If
you really wanna know the truth,

it kinda took the wind outta me.

I can imagine.

But you're gonna be okay.

I know it.

Jake:
Look at this.

GHB.

Mal:
Zach must have used this

to drug Garrison and Rachel.

Obviously
he's a Garrison Steele fan.

Maybe he couldn't wait to get his
hands on Steele's latest novel.

Huh.

Hear that?

Rachel.

What's with the hammer? You
planning on doing some renos?

I just thought that if I could
find Garrison's manuscript,

I could help
prove his innocence.

How'd you know Zach had
the manuscript?

Given the murderer's M.O.
I thought...

What was another Garrison Steele book
involving writers and missing items?

Dead Sexy.

Is there a bell hop in that one?

A maid, but-- I remember
Zach from last night.

[Phone rings.]

What do you want?

I found the manuscript.

Zach seems to be selling it
on an on-line auction.

Now I tracked the meta data from the
photo attached to the auction to find a

time, date and location of when
the image was taken.

I have no idea
what any of that means.

Where is he?

The picture was taken at the hotel
that Garrison is staying at.

Do you wanna know what I did
then? Do ya, do ya?

Des. Shut up and tell me.

I mean, don't shut up,
but tell me. Just tell me.

Okay, well Zach is an employee.
So he has a swipe card.

So I accessed the hotel's key pass system
to find out exactly where he last used it.

And it was the roof.
And he hasn't used it since.

He should still be there.

Great work.

Yeah. Good work.

I'm coming with you.

We should drop you off home
first. Just to be safe.

Mal:
Steele?

It happened again.

Is that---?

Zach.

This is right out of your book.

Tic Tack Dead.

Mal:
You escaped custody?

I was desperate.

To what?
Kill this guy?

He was dead when I arrived.

That seems to be
a common theme with you.

Why did you come back
to the hotel?

Danielle told me she was meeting
the seller on the rooftop.

You don't think she's
responsible, do you?

It's possible.

Jake.
What have we got?

Obviously,
he was in some kind of scrap.

He was bashed
in the back of the head

and apparently choked at the
same time afterwards.

There was
a serious scuffle here.

Zach's clothes are ripped.

Unfortunately-- Steele
looks like a stick of gum.

He obviously wasn't
in any kind of fight.

See, I told you. And by the way--
Thank you. I do my best.

It's a woman's earring.
Let me guess.

Is this a clue from one of your
brilliant books.

No.

Dad, I got a feeling our
killer might be a woman.

What do you got?

It's a page from my manuscript.

Jake: A photocopy.
So he was selling

a photocopy of the book.
Not the original.

So where's the original
manuscript?

[Siren.]

Cops.

They probably figured it out,
about the on-line auction.

Okay.
We gotta get out of here.

[Click. Click.]

Steele:
We're stuck.

Zach's got a pass key
in his pocket here.

Mal:
Jake. Hurry up!

Who in God's name
are you calling now?

Mal:
Son, come on.

Yeah, Des.

What rooms did Zach access with
his pass key at the hotel?

It doesn't look like this room's
been used for a while.

A great place to lay low.

Des said that Zach accessed this
room a bunch of times.

I don't see the manuscript.

Nineteen forty nine.

My opus.

Des:
Okay, so.

Our killer is female.

And has already referenced
Innocent Until Proven Dead,

To Kill a Mocking Man.

and Tic Tack Dead.

Basically, the classics.

All of those books, by the way, are selling like
hotcakes ever since word got out about Steele.

Which might be the reason
Danielle committed these crimes.

She did tell me she was going to
parlay the arrest

into making my new Special
Detective novel a massive seller.

And Danielle did claim to be meeting Zach
on the rooftop to buy the manuscript.

You know, maybe, just maybe,
she wanted it,

but she wasn't
willing to pay for it.

It happened to me once-- with a bunch
of Atari Twenty Six Hundred tapes.

- Uh... Just...
- What?

Any luck with Zach? That website
he was using to sell this--

masterpiece?

Rose:
Yeah.

Turns out that the auction
winner is someone named CFA.

So I did a little digging.

And it turns out that CFA
is associated with

an email address for one
Danielle Roberts.

But none of Garrison's books
had the publisher do it.

B'ys. Do we really think
that Danielle

would frame Steele for murder?

I mean, she'd be putting her
golden goose in jeopardy.

[Phone message sound.]

_

Everything okay?

I'll be back.

So, if Danielle took the
manuscript from Zach,

only to find out it was a
photocopy, where would she go next?

Des:
Good question.

Zach's house.

Zach's house.

We almost said it
the exact same time.

- Okay, come on Garrison--
- He's gone.

And so is the manuscript.

I thought it was about time
you and I had a little talk.

You are literally the last person that
I need to be dealing with right now.

So-- Go away.

Look. I know you and Leslie
had a relationship.

But I'm here now.
And I want my life back.

And that includes my wife.

I don't know what it
is about you, Callum.

But I don't trust you.

And I know what you're thinking.
Maybe it's jealousy.

Maybe I want Leslie so bad that
I'm willing to look at you

and see whatever I need to,
to make you the bad guy.

The thought had crossed my mind,
yeah.

I know you're up to something.

And whatever it is,
if it involves hurting Leslie--

You'll wish you'd never
laid eyes on me.

Why don't we let Leslie decide
what's right for Leslie?

I think I've made myself clear.

Steele.

Ooh. Gentlemen.

I have to apologise
for my behaviour earlier today.

But you see, I needed a little
distraction to make my getaway,

which, I'm sure you of all
people can understand.

So, let me squeeze by, guys.

Okay. Look, I don't know what Steele
did to you.

I'm sure it was really annoying.

But I kinda need him in one
piece. Alright?

[Punch.]

Now, now, that wasn't very--
[Punch.]

[Punch.]

Instigator rule.
Can't have a third man in.

[Punch.]

[Punch.]

So what are we? Like, the Duke
boys or something now?

What's going on?

Leslie.

Where's Steele?

He's--

Unbelievable.

Leslie: So you don't know
Steele's whereabouts.

Honestly, Leslie, this time.
I don't have a clue.

Well that's appropriate.

Seeing as it's the title of
his new book for you.

[Laughs.]

And you two hang out now?

Well, they were causing
a disturbance--

So I was just giving
Jake here a little help.

I did not need his help.

Yes he did.

Don't kid yourself.

Great. Well, I need to take
these two guys in.

And you and me. Jake.
We need to talk. Tonight.

Back here.

I'd love that.

I would love that.

It's looking like Danielle Roberts,
Garrison's publisher, is behind this.

There's something else
going on here.

We gotta find out.

She's probably
at Zach's place right now,

looking for the manuscript.

Des, you go upstairs and go through
all Garrison Steele's books

and see if you can find
anything else.

Can you believe
that Leslie was married--

And she didn't even tell Jake.

Oh right...

I should probably go.

Mal: If you're looking for the
manuscript, it's not here.

What?

Where is it?
I deserve it.

Steele owes me thousands.

Jake:
Wait a minute.

Is this earring a clip on?

So I don't have pierced ears.
Is that okay with you?

Whoever murdered Zach left a
real earring at the scene.

It must have been
from a struggle.

We've got the wrong person.

[Phone rings.]

Yeah, Des. Turns out Danielle
might not be the murderer.

What? No. All the books point to
the ex-wife being responsible.

The signs are overwhelming,
Jake. They're overwhelming.

Maybe it's a frame job.

Dead Sexy.

You think I'm dead sexy?

Wow. Thank you.

Jake:
Steele's book.

Dead Sexy.

That's how Rachel knew about Zach--
Because of the maid in the book.

Oh right, right right. No. No!
There's no maid in Dead Sexy.

Are you sure?

Do you really need me to answer
that question?

That means-- It
has to be Rachel.

Her proximity to Steele, to Nancy...
Plus the whole earring thing.

She looked pretty comfortable
with that hammer.

Des. We think it's Rachel.

Do you have any idea
where we could find her?

According to Tinker, Taylor,
Soldier, Dead,

the only other book in Steele's
collection that fits the pattern,

Garrison should be at a hotel.

Jake, that's where the writer
in the book gets killed.

[Message sound.]

I gotta go.

_

I got a text from Steele.
He's at the hotel.

[Thud.]

Steele!

Steele moans.

Mal:
Steele.

Um, Dad.

I got a really bad feeling
about this.

This isn't from that book--
What's it called?

Tinker, Taylor, Soldier Dead?

This is from
The Special Detective.

You read it?
I knew you were a fan.

I mean, she's not after Steele.
She's after me.

- This whole thing is a--
Rachel: - Set up?

Not bad.

Maybe you're not as dumb as
the character in the book.

Steele:
My love.

What are you doing?

Rachel:
Protecting you.

And your reputation.

Protecting me from what?

From me.

Rachel:
That's right.

You know what he's done to you?

Jake hasn't done
anything to him.

Rachel:
Oh shut up. He has.

Have you read Steele's
earlier books?

They were brilliant.

To Kill a Murderer.

Six Six Six O'clock,
Death by Innocence.

And then you came along.

And ruined everything.

The Special Detective?

Rachel:
It's terrible. It's awful.

And people buy it.

So Steele has to write that crap
to make a living.

You made him a clown.

In all fairness, Steele was a
clown long before he met me.

And actually,
I hate those books too.

Jake.

Jake Doyle might be crap.

But my books certainly are not.

Rachel: Oh they are. And
I tried to dissuade you.

I tried to make your old books
valuable again. And I did.

But then you-- still
tried to sell this.

That's the only copy
in existence.

The Special Detective
manuscript.

Now I know what I have to do.

What we have to do.

Destroy it.

And then we kill him.

Do it.

Jake:
Can I make a suggestion?

Garrison's toy gun.

Jake:
Exactly.

I mean, if you're going
to kill me,

I'd love to die knowing that I

burnt that terrible
piece of garbage.

Jake, no.

[Click.]

May I?

Nice work son.

Actually,
I was aiming for the book.

Oh hey.

I'm gut founded. So I'm just going
to get a quick bite to eat,

and then off to see Garrison.

Are you okay?

Where are my manners?
Do you want something?

What's going on?

- Tinny. I--
- Shut up.

Steele:
I owe you Doyles a lot.

Jake:
No worries, Steele.

Payment will be payment enough.

I can hardly wait
to read the new book.

Wonderful segue.

I was hoping that
a certain someone,

crucial to breaking
this case wide open,

would write the foreword.
Someone--

who actually helped spawn the
entire Special Detective Series.

Malachy,
would you considered it?

Mal: Garrison-- Let
me think about it.

Rose:
He'll do it.

We should go downstairs
and celebrate. Garrison?

I'd love to, but I have a dinner
engagement with Danielle.

A flame has been rekindled.

Good for you.

Let's hope.

Always a pleasure.

Wonderful to see you Rose.
Malachy.

Garrison.

So, Steele. Another
adventure comes to an end.

Hmmm.

Jake. Let me offer you one last
piece of advice.

Oh great.
This'll be good.

I know love when I see it.

Unfortunately, for me, it's
always been the fleeting kind.

But I see something more when
you and Leslie are together.

Something... that has
eluded me my entire life.

What's that?

The perfect ending.

'Til next time.

[Message sound.]

_

Yes, I will.

[Ring.]

Sloan? You okay?

Jake. I need your help.
I did something terrible.

I'm so sorry.

Okay. Where are you?

Your house.

Alright. I'm on my way.

_

Is that seat taken?

No.

I guess not.

So, maybe we could start
at the beginning.

I'm Callum.
And you are beautiful.

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