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Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

I have a weapon.

Ah!

I thought someone broke
in. What are you doing here?

- Working.
- I thought your case wrapped.

- It's personal work.
- Right.

Well, just make sure your personal work

doesn't wind up all
over my office, again.

It was rather an expensive
deep clean last time.

I just came to get my charger.

Are you sure you're OK?

I don't need to be worried?

'Cause Sarah said that
you've had a run-in

with your former partner.

- Ugh!
- And he was abusive, verbally.

You know, this Simard is a
jealous, insecure little prick.

Uh...

I'm not, uh, drowning my sorrows
because Simard was mean to me,

if that's what you think, you know.

No empty bottles, no strange men.

You're worth 100 of
them, just so you know.

Just lock up when you finish
whatever it is you're doing.

Night, Gar!

Good night.

Ah!

Well, I guess we should have
gone back to your place, huh?

By the way, I used the word
"banana," like, 15 times.

What's the point in having a safe word

if you're never gonna use it?

- I like seeing the panic in your eyes.
- Ha!

Jealous little prick.

That's insecure, jealous
little prick to you.

Here.

Oh! Let me guess!

Stolen from one of your ex-wives?

Ha! That's a good
guess. But you're wrong.

I bought it...

for you.

I know I can be a jerk.

No!

I guess Gary knows it too. But listen...

I wish it were different.

It's work.

Um...

All right...

Got my phone? Yep. Good.

Oh, right. Whoops!

I miss having you by my side.

I think we're just really
starting to gel, me and Marissa.

- Hmm.
- The other day,

I even caught her valuing
one of my contributions.

Ah! An experience I have yet to enjoy.

- Well, she denied it, of course.
- Of course.

But it was there. I could feel it.

- Oh, speak of the devil!
- Ugh!

So, I've been doing a little thinking...

Morning, by the way.

What if we instituted
a pick-up schedule?

- And why would I do that?
- Well, that way,

I can come get you every day,

and you'll never be late again.

I'm not a schedule kind of gal.

If I want a ride, you'll know.

Speaking of knowing, you have
a new client in your office.

- What's their story?
- Anxious bride-to-be.

Second worst bride-to-be.

She wants to be reassured
that her fiancé is loyal.

Has some issues with cheating
in the past. Ended badly.

- Usually does.
- I think you'll like this one.

You and her share a certain
je ne sais quoi... quoi.

- Coming?
- Me?

- No, the coffee maker.
- Sorry. I just...

You've never allowed into the
initial client interview before.

Ugh! A decision I'm already regretting!

Hi! I'm Marissa. My driver, Sarah.

I am told that you
are looking for someone

to look into your fiancé.

Still feels weird hearing that, fiancé.

We were just engaged last week.

- Aw! Congratulations.
- Thank you.

And it's not that I
necessarily suspect something.

It's just, you know, before
things get, you know...

- Legal.
- Thought I was sure about someone before.

Didn't end well,

me taking a baseball
bat to his car not well.

I've been on both sides of that bat.

So you want us to double
check things, ease your mind?

Oh, and just to be 100% transparent,

he's a police officer.

Always is.

I went to a couple of
other PIs, both former cops.

Weren't exactly interested in
looking into one of their own.

Lucky for you, I'm not like other PIs,

or other former cops for that matter.

- Got a photo, a name for the lucky guy?
- Mm-hmm.

Martin Simard.

Sarah, would you get us a cup of coffee?

You... You don't... You have...

Coffee, Sarah!

Take your time.

Um, just for, uh, clarity,

uh, why exactly do you
think he's having an affair?

Oh, I guess I'm just,
you know, making sure.

Right...

- So you'll take my case?
- I'm...

afraid I might be wasting
your time, your money.

Martin doesn't look like the kind of guy

who, uh, would cheat on his fiancée,

you know, especially one
that he hasn't even had time

to tell anyone about
yet, based on the photo.

Well, I appreciate that.

But, again, just rather make sure.

I'll get started right away.

Can I just say,

Gary's car is pretty sleek.

Actually having AC...

If only we were tailing someone

who knew what your car
looked like all the time.

So, does this all feel weird?

You're gonna need to be more specific.

You investigating your former partner.

Is that not, like, um, I don't know,

a conflict of interest?

Neither conflicted nor
interested. We're fine.

Does she know? The woman who hired you.

Wait, is that why she wants
you to investigate him,

because he's your former partner?

Unclear.

Ha. I can't believe he
actually has a fiancée.

It's certainly news to me.

Who would be desperate
enough to sleep with that guy?

Like, how low does your
self-esteem have to be?

Did I say something?

- Car, follow.
- Oh.

He's gotta be meeting
a woman in there, right?

Could be a multitude of things.

Either way, I need to get inside.

Gonna snap a couple of pictures
of Simard being a good boy,

and then, we're done with
this, done with Simard.

Do you want me to come?

Oh, OK. Staying in the car it is.

Oh, and, uh, Gary's GPS tracker,

make yourself useful.

It's an upcharge for the client.

And I'm happy to upcharge
her any way I can.

OK.

OK...

Sure you don't want me to come with?

- Yeah, make yourself useful.
- OK.

Hey there, glasses!

- Can I, uh, buy you a...
- Nope.

Hey! Marissa!

Yeah, I thought that might be you!

Nice look. You got something
going on with your hair, huh?

Looks good.

So, you here on professional grounds?

Hired by your fiancé.

- Uh, my...
- Your fiancé, Brigitte.

Your secret fiancé.

Right, right.

How long?

- A few months.
- And the, uh, bottle-service girl?

I thought we were keeping things casual.

Wasn't looking for a relationship.

- Exactly!
- Also wasn't looking for a...

- What?
- How many of these?

One! Yours.

Two. Bottle-service girl.

OK, three. Brigitte has one too.

Unbelievable!

Just tell me that you
will not tell Brigitte.

I will tell all the freaking Brigittes.

Why would you want to ruin my marriage?

It's your 5th marriage.

- What are you talking about?
- All on you, OK?

I didn't call for bottle service, lady.

Excuse me! Do not push me.

That's not good.

Hang on a second! You're
being a little disrespectful.

Walk away!

You're acting like your mother.

- What is wrong with you?
- OK, listen.

We are not done with this conversation.

I'm not done talking to you yet!

Do not think I'm gonna
forget this! I will be back.

I'm not finished having
this conversation with you.

Just let me, uh...

A $1,000 jacket.

A $1,000 jacket...

Marissa?

- Why are you...
- He's cheating on you.

- Martin?
- Thought you should know.

I'm gonna kill him.

I'm gonna kill him

and every other woman he's ever touched.

OK, let's...

Let's just focus our
anger on who's responsible.

Simard.

They're all dead!

All right, um, I'm gonna...

OK, remember, let's just
keep the anger on Simard,

not the women. I'm sure
they didn't even know.

Gary, what's with all
the squad cars out there?

Uh, we got a couple, uh, visitors.

Great!

Hey, how you boys wasting
taxpayer money today?

Are you here to talk to
me about a noise complaint?

Parking tickets?

Did Sarah jaywalk?

Tell me she didn't loiter!

Reynolds...

I'm gonna need you to come
to the station, Marissa,

you and your, uh, partner.

Driver. Why?

Lisa Norris,

the bottle-service girl at the
club you were at last night,

witnesses say they saw you get
into an altercation with her

- and another man.
- A verbal exchange at best.

Lisa was found dead in her
condo this morning, murdered.

How exactly did you know the victim?

Lawyer.

Let's talk about last night.

Multiple witnesses say they
saw you confront the victim

at the nightclub where she worked.

Where did you go after you
were kicked out of the club?

Lawyer.

Lisa's body was found
shortly after 8:00 a.m.

No signs of forced entry.

Medical examiner puts her death between

12:00 a.m. and 2:00 a.m. last night.

- Where were you during that time?
- Lawyer.

You know your partner
is in the other room?

- Driver.
- Already had quite a lot to say.

Help me help you.

I was a cop, you dolt.

I'm not falling for
the prisoner's dilemma.

And she's not talking.

And even if she were,

there's nothing to say.

Oh my God! There's so much to say.

I had no idea Marissa was
even involved with Simard.

That's so, so gross.

But, again, she would
never actually kill anyone,

I mean, most likely, probably, maybe.

Can we remove that from the record?

- I thought you hated Simard?
- Yep.

Then why would you go and...

Because old habits die hard,
especially the stupid ones.

I'm just glad that they let us go.

It was a fishing expedition.

If they had had anything,

they would have arrested us
the moment we got to work.

Tell me you did not have
anything to do with this.

Please! A woman stabbed
multiple times in her own home?

We all know that that
is a crime of passion,

and that is angry boyfriend territory.

Gotta get real close to stab someone.

Well, apparently, you are not
the only one who feels that way,

because they just hauled
me in for questioning.

And they placed me on temporary leave.

Yeah, well, good luck with that.

You know I didn't do this, right?

Well, as much as I know you're
a pathetic, spineless worm

with the intellect and charm

of someone not legally allowed

within 500 feet of a petting zoo,

I also know you're a giant coward

and you don't have the
stones to kill someone.

As much as I know that you are
also an emotionally stunted lunatic,

who I'm pretty sure only owns one bra,

I also know that, deep
down, you're not a killer.

But you know they're not gonna
leave us alone about this, right?

So...

snagged a copy of the case file.

Best way for us to clear our names

is to find out who actually did this.

I was going through my old recordings,

and I found one where Lisa
mentions her ex, Tyson.

She was this close to filing a
restraining order against him.

You record your
conversations with the woman

who you're cheating
on your fiancé with?

- All class!
- It was work related!

I record all my casework
and email it to myself

so I have a copy on my
computer. Is that OK with you?

Yeah, I'm sure that's not
gonna be a problem at all.

Whoever killed Lisa
was invited in, right?

There's no sign of forced entry.

So it's gotta be Tyson.
The guy's even got a key!

I'll pay him a visit. Wanna tag along?

I'm not really a tag along kind of gal.

Besides, we all know the
obvious suspect is your fiancé.

- What?
- I looked into her past.

Violent outbursts,
court-ordered anger management.

FYI, Brigitte was with me
at the time of the murder.

We were at home. We
were working things out.

Uh-huh, or you're lying,

and you're covering
her ass, AKA your ass.

You're letting emotions
cloud your judgement now.

And you are letting your
stupidity cloud yours.

Fine. You do yours, I'll do mine.

And we will see who is right.

- Me.
- Me.

Pfft! Whatever, me.

- I'm pretty sure it's me.
- So it's gonna be me.

- Always me!
- Ah!

- Me!
- Me, me, me!

Why don't you think
Simard was actually trying

to work things out with
Brigitte last night?

It's his MO. He covers things up.

Protects his backside.

He's been doing that since
his backside was in diapers.

I guess your fiancé
killing your girlfriend

would impede your ability to
ascend the professional ladder.

Can't be sure Brigitte did it.
Can be sure Simard is a liar.

Looks like someone is moving.

So much for them working it out.

- Well, look who's back.
- Right...

Look, I don't know how much you know,

but, um,

the woman Simard was seeing,
she was murdered last night.

I know. The police were here.

I also found out that she wasn't
the only one that Martin was...

Yeah. Why even take my case?

Was it some sort of big joke,

investigating the one
you were cheating with?

I thought you were playing the joke.

I didn't know he had a fiancé!

- Sure.
- Ah!

We were just curious, where,
uh, where were you last night

between 12:00 a.m. and 2:00 a.m.?

We're just doing our due diligence.

The faster we know, the faster we
can get out of your very stylish hair.

After she told me about Martin,

I waited for Martin to get home.

We had a fight right here, ended things.

- You fought for over two hours?
- You've met Martin, right?

Yeah, that's a fair point.

Um, is there any way
we can corroborate this,

besides Simard?

Uh, you'd understand why.

The doorbell cam.

It's a birthday gift from Martin.

I'm sure the fight was
captured for all to see.

Well, it certainly was nice
of Brigitte to share with us

how she changed all of
Simard's passwords to "asshat."

And we're in!

OK, here we are, just after 12:00 a.m.

There's Brigitte pacing, waiting.

And here's Simard.

And they're fighting.

More fighting.

Fighting, still fighting.

Oh!

Physically fighting.

And here come the neighbours!

And now they're all fighting.

And they're headed back inside,

just after 2:00 a.m.,

which means...

Brigitte's got stamina.

Yeah, and Brigitte's alibi checks out.

She couldn't have killed Lisa.

Do you think maybe it's time

to look into Lisa's
jealous ex-boyfriend?

It does make a lot of sense.

On paper. Simard is always
wrong about these things.

Fastest way I used to eliminate suspects

was to ask Simard who did it.

Can't hurt to check it out, right?

At least for due diligence's sake.

That's Tyson, Lisa's ex.

Well, looks like Simard is
batting about 1,000 again.

Yeah, I suppose it would
be hard to stab somebody

- without moving your arms.
- Yep.

Unless the casts are fake.

Really?

Lisa did almost file a
restraining order against him.

Hey! Can I help you ladies?

Hey! I was thinking about
signing up for the free trial.

- Beautiful!
- Uh, I just, uh, have to ask,

uh, did you break
those working out here?

It's not my best look, I know.

But no, this place here
is one-hundo-p safe.

Great trainers and
great instructors too.

I broke these bad boys base jumping.

How long ago? Just out of curiosity.

Uh, about 6 weeks ago.

Doc says I can get
the casts off in four.

Good enough for me.

You're taking his word for it?

What if this is all,
like, one big false alibi?

Oh my God!

Hey, uh, I've changed my mind. Um...

- Thought I scared you off.
- Oh, no.

- I just have one more quest...
- Ah!

It's fine.

It's fine.

I'm sorry.

I don't understand what we're doing

at Lisa's apartment building.

It's not like they're gonna just let us

anywhere near the scene of the murder.

Saw something in the case file.

Doorman to Lisa's building

claimed not to have seen
anyone coming or going

on the night of the killing.

What, not a single
person? That's suspicious.

Yeah, well, the doorman is lying.

- We just need to find out why.
- Hey!

How'd your little lead work out, huh?

Oh, just about as well as
your base-jumping-ex hunch.

Here to see the doorman?

Killer got in somehow.
Doorman is covering.

It's always the doorman.

So, we're both here.

Could always pool our resources.

It could be like old times.

Excuse us.

Um, this is opposite of a good idea, OK?

This is not gonna end well.

Look, the police are gonna keep after me

until the killer is found.

- I'm solving this.
- He's emotionally compromised.

I mean, this... You really
think you can trust him?

The last woman who trusted
him literally ended up dead.

You know that I can, like, hear you.

After you.

Just like old times.

Doorman! Simard. This
is my partner, Wong.

Got a couple follow-up
questions for you.

I wanna start by
confirming you were working

the night of the murder.

You claim that no one came
in or out during your shift.

- Is that correct?
- Yeah.

Mind if I take a look at the logbook?

Mmm. No entries, just like you said.

Mind if I, uh, take a look at the, uh...

surveillance tape?

- From last night?
- No! Just in general.

A big monotonous CCTV fan.

- Yes, from last night.
- Of course. It's, um...

There was a bit of a
system error last night.

Some of the files were lost.

But you're welcome to see.

Uh...

Our lobby camera.

Unfortunately, the
footage from 11:00 p.m.

to 5:00 a.m. was lost.

I've been begging management
to upgrade the system for weeks.

So, you're sure that no
one, uh, say, slipped in

while you were maybe having a smoke?

I don't smoke. My
grandparents were smokers.

The smell alone makes me...

I was here all night.

Here. Um, let me give you my number.

That way, if you have
any more questions,

you can give me a call.

Saves you coming all
the way back down here.

Don't leave town.

- You guys saw that, right?
- What?

Are you with the police? I
saw you talking to the doorman.

It's about Lisa, right?

Look, I live on her floor.

Lisa and the doorman,
they constantly argue.

She's always complaining about him.

And the doorman accused Lisa
of almost getting him fired.

So if he's not already a suspect,

probably should be.

A doorman with a history of
bad blood with our victim.

Perhaps the doorman is not
covering for the killer.

Perhaps the doorman is the killer.

Doorman and Lisa had bad blood.

They were always arguing.

Things got heated. Lisa
threatened to fire him, again.

The doorman needs a job. He's got a kid,

sick mom, lives paycheck to paycheck.

The doorman leaves his
desk, knocks on her door.

- Lisa lets him in.
- If Lisa hated him,

- why would she let him in?
- He said he had a package.

Right. But what about the fact that it's

- the middle of the night.
- The doorman and Lisa fight.

Doorman grabs a knife.

Before he knows it, Lisa's dead.

He erases the surveillance tape.

That way, there is no proof
that he ever left his desk.

Dammit! It is always
the doorman, isn't it?

- Good, we are good.
- While I'm fully on team,

"Henry is lying about something,"

like him saying he's not a smoker,

and then having a bunch of
loose cigarettes in his pocket,

I don't know if Henry is the killer.

What is her deal?

Never mind. Do you know
what this reminds me of?

Taxi driver killer.

Ha! Do you remember that
motorcycle chase on the highway?

His fake leg. Oh my God!

- Ah, God!
- That was a hell of a case.

That was one hell of a night.

OK, can we get back to Henry

- and his cigarette lie for a second?
- It is the doorman.

He had the means, he had the motive.

We just need to find the smoking gun.

Sarah...

- I think I know how to find it.
- Hmm?

If the doorman's mother
is anything like mine,

then it would be especially
hard to keep anything hidden,

especially if they're
living under the same roof.

So if he's got something to hide,

he's putting it in the one place

- his mother does not have access to.
- His car.

I'm coming.

Should I come?

- No.
- Nah.

Shhh, shhh, shhh.

This guy is a pig!

Except you're here.

Bingo!

Smoking gun.

Lisa was wearing it the
day the doorman killed her.

Sorry.

- Hmm?
- That you lost someone.

We'll get justice for her.

Just like old times, huh?

We'll call the captain and
get him to put out a warrant,

make sure all this stuff
is obtained legally.

Things really have changed.

You're practically handing
someone else the win.

Not a chance.

I am totally taking credit for this one.

Wrong. We are totally
taking credit for this one.

You know, this might just
redeem you in a few cops' eyes

and give us a chance
to work together again.

I can see how enthused
you are about that. Hey...

I'm gonna head back to the station,

get the ball rolling. Please
just stay here in your car

and make sure that car doesn't
move anywhere, all right?

I want you here when we slap
the cuffs on this dirtbag.

I want everyone to know who
it is that solved this crime.

What is Simard doing?

Reynolds, warrant.

That lying sack of...

I didn't kill her! I wasn't even there!

My cousin, he took my shift!
I was with my daughter!

That's a likely story.
Save it for the judge!

Reynolds...

- Ooh! Up high!
- Up high!

Ha! Whoo!

Amanda! It's so nice to
see you. Oh! Just one sec.

Come here and get my
good side, right there.

Could you tell us more about
the arrest made here today?

You know I'm not one to
usually take credit for things.

- I got a great team behind me.
- Son of a...

But I gotta pat myself on
the back for this one, huh?

Yeah, it's a real solo effort.

Mm-hmm.

Just like old times.

I didn't kill her! I wasn't even there!

My cousin, he took my shift!

I gotta pat myself on
the back for that one.

I just... I trusted my gut.

Policeman's gut instinct,
it was the doorman.

I could feel it.

It's always the one...

It's fine.

Uh, Sarah told me about your little
outburst at the club when Simard

does what Simard does.

At least my actions
were justified this time.

- What?
- Ever hear of a Jackson Tremblay?

Ah... And why would I?

And I care about this because?

- If this about the doorman...
- A doorman

who clearly doesn't
like cigarette smoke,

but who has a cousin who does.

What if Henry's cousin really
was the one working that night?

What if he was the one who stashed
the cigarettes in Henry's uniform?

Tell me you didn't indulge this.

Uh, well, we did look into it.

And how did Henry get the bracelet then?

It's always the doorman.

According to Simard.

Weren't you the one saying
how he's always wrong?

I mean, it can't hurt to at least
check out Henry's story, right?

Worst case scenario,
we... we rule it out.

Best case scenario...

I prove Simard wrong.

Sarah! Come drive me!

Yo! Coming, ladies.

Jackson Tremblay?

You Henry's cousin?

- Yeah.
- You take his shift two nights ago?

When that lady was killed.

Yeah, I did. Yeah, sure. Why?

Uh, where was Henry that night?

He had to go home. Henry is
living that single dad life.

His mom usually takes
care of his little girl.

She's on the spectrum.

His mom had to go to the hospital,

so he called me to fill in.

Why didn't Henry call another doorman?

Because his boss had already
warned him about missing work.

Didn't want to risk
somebody ratting him out.

That's why he erased the footage.

He didn't want his boss
to know he wasn't there.

There was a bit of a
system error last night.

He probably did that long before
he even knew Lisa was dead.

A gold bracelet was
found in Henry's car.

Belonged to the victim.

Any idea how that
would have gotten there

if Henry wasn't working that night?

Stupid drunk lady
dropped it by the door.

Then Henry found out,

Henry being Henry,

he wanted to give it back to her.

But then, you know...

And you didn't tell police because...

I called the police station
immediately after he was arrested.

They didn't care. Said they
had their guy, case closed.

OK, Jackson, this is super important.

When you were working that night,
do you remember letting anyone in?

Yeah. A bunch of people.

There was a party going
on on the 10th floor.

The logbook was empty.

- Why didn't you sign anyone in?
- Was I supposed to?

Did you let anyone into Unit 210?

- The dead lady's apartment.
- Yeah.

Yes. This one guy.

Tough-looking guy.
Real charming, though.

You know, like a likeable bad boy type.

You got a name to go
with his Bumble profile?

Simon... Simard? Simard,
something like that?

- Martin Simard?
- That's it! Real charming guy.

That's his name. He
said it a couple times.

Are you sure?

You don't forget a guy like that.

Tall guy, gnarly face tattoo.

They don't come around often.

- Face tattoo?
- Mm-hmm. Both sides.

- Hello?
- Gary, look into the database.

Face tattoo.

I'm gonna need a little
more than just that.

- Yeah, full
face. - Uh-huh.

Uh, like, a tribal looking...

- Tribal.
- ...tattoo.

It's pretty rad. I'm not gonna lie.

I got 8 potential hits.
Sending them your way.

Are any of these men Martin Simard?

Oh! There's my guy, right there.

Super chill guy.

He doesn't look like it, but he's
a charming man, I'll tell you.

Bradley Bowens.

No, it's fine.

Tracy and I are at a fundraiser.

I told her I ate some
shrimp that tasted funny

and needed to go to the bathroom,

so I have about four minutes.

OK, so, first, Bowens is at the club,

and then at Lisa's apartment.

Bowens must have found out
about her affair with Simard,

then used a name she
trusted to get inside.

What we can't figure
out is why target Lisa?

Bowens is a member of
a criminal organization

that just went country-wide.

- Bowens is their cleaner.
- A cleaner?

Who takes care of their messes.

Why would they clean
the bottle-service girl?

Ah! Pretty high-profile arrest lately,

senior member Slim Jim Johnson.

Slim Jim owned the KO Club
and ran drugs out the back

until an anonymous source
gave the police a tip,

and now he's serving 15 years.

Is there an employee list?

Here are the names of all the
people who worked at the club

during the investigation.

Ah. Lisa Norris worked at the club.

Out of curiosity, Gary,

who was the arresting
officer for Slim Jim?

Huh.

Everybody's favourite former partner.

Keep your eyes peeled.

Simard's computer has
got to be here somewhere.

I found it!

OK...

I wonder if he's managed to
change his passwords back yet.

Asshat...

Guess not!

All right, Simard said
that he emails casework

and recordings to himself, right?

Hopefully, there's...

Oh, found something. An audio
file labelled "Slim Jim."

This is a lot. I...

These guys, if they were to find out...

Hey, hey, hey. It's all
right, it's all right.

Just, you gotta give me something.

I can put these guys away.
Nothing bad will happen to you.

Hey, Marissa!

I always knew you were stupid.

But I had no idea you were
sleep-with-your-informant stupid!

We got Lisa's killer! Her being
my CI is totally irrelevant.

The only guy she ever
informed on got put away.

It's not irrelevant! And you
didn't get her killer. There...

Gotta go. Talk later, banana.

Banana?

That's our safe word.

Simard is in trouble.

Drive.

We gotta find Simard.

I heard him getting into a car.

Your safe word is "banana"?

- Not the time!
- Yeah, fair.

He wouldn't have said it
if he wasn't in trouble.

The upcharge!

The GPS that you made
me put in Simard's car?

We got him!

I don't see Simard's car. You
sure this is where the signal is?

According to the GPS.

Over there!

Must have gotten knocked loose.

Or someone didn't install it properly.

OK, so, Simard was headed north, right?

What's... what's north on this street?

Much residential. A
couple of stores, garages.

KO Club.

Slim Jim's club where Lisa worked!

It's been closed down, but
the building is still there.

The perfect place for
a very scary cleaner

to do some serious cleaning.

So, who else knew?

- What?
- Look at me.

Who are you targeting next?

I'm not targeting anyone.

I'm not targeting you. I'm not
targeting anyone in your club.

I can keep my mouth shut.

I can keep my mouth shut.

Ah!

You know,

it could be a really good idea to
have a friend who's a cop, right?

- All you gotta do is let me go.
- Or...

Oh, wait, wait, wait.

If you really kept your mouth shut...

- Wow.
- ...you're really the last problem I gotta fix.

Tough break, huh?

I told everyone. I
wrote a note to myself.

Ah!

Ah!

Thank God!

- I thought I was a goner.
- What?

I said I thought I was a goner.

- What?
- I said I thought I was...

Never mind.

Please untie me, please.

Actually, now that I have you here,

you and Lisa, from the top.

- Come on!
- Let's go!

I was put on the Slim Jim case,

so I started scoping
around for employees.

And I met Lisa, and she kind of knew...

how to identify everybody.

Buyers, sellers, everything.

It started off professional, and then...

got, you know...

- Stupid.
- It's not the word I would use, but...

Slim Jim got put away for 15 years,

and his whole business got shut down.

Thought that was the end of it.

And instead, you got somebody killed.

Are you going to untie me?

Marissa...

- Marissa.
- Your coworkers are here.

And apparently, you
can be a total screw-up,

sleep with your CI and
still get a promotion.

So I think...

- ...you're gonna be just fine.
- Yeah.

Yeah. Yeah. Marissa. Hey, Marissa.

Sandra. No, Sasha. Sasha!

Hey, no, I'm... Ah,
Sarah. Sarah, dammit!

Sarah! Sarah! God!

No. Oh no.

What's going on here? What happened?

I found your killer, again.

I gotta say, I'm starting to
see the appeal of the taser.

And for the record,

I definitely think that I
make a way better partner

- than Simard ever did.
- Driver.

Well, either way, I don't actively
try to sabotage you at every turn,

which I think is a plus.

Yeah, I have a slightly
better relationship

with you than Simard, yes.

Although...

a bag of pond scum would be
a better partner than Simard.

I hear the compliment
buried somewhere in there,

so thank you.

Now, I think we learned
a valuable lesson today

about not seeing the past
through rose-tinted glasses.

And, you know, sometimes,

the good old days aren't as
cracked up as we remember.

Let the past...

stay the past.

Ah!

Hey!

Hi.

Oh! Uh...

You could have just pawned it.

I wanted the satisfaction of
throwing it back in your face.

Glad you're not buried
under a bunch of cement

in an abandoned construction site.

Wait!

You're really not coming in?

Ah!

There has got to be a
reason you came by, right?

Ah!

Wanted to come see that
dopey double shiner in person.

Yeah. Ah, God!

Ha!

Bye. Yeah. So you'll call?

Next time on Wong and Winchester...

Derek joined a cult!

So, we're all booked for the retreat?

You'll want eyes in the
back of your head there.

Hi! Hello!

Welcome to your new beginning!

You were afraid we would make
fun of you for joining a cult?

- A cult?
- What is that?

Nothing good.

- Are they killing guests?
- We can't be sure.

- We can. They're not.
- Aaah!

Probably.

Maybe you too will have such
a transformative experience,

you'll want to stay
here permanently as well.

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