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- Still playing with doves? Talon? - Ah bite me, Amal.

- This is a solid routine. - That you stole from Darcy Oake.

But don't worry, I won't tell.

By the way,

it's not stealing

if you make it your own.

Oooh!

Okay Holly, cue the music!

Looks like Margot is staling your thunder.

Again.

So this one isn't fully worked out.

One slip up and I'm dead.

But there's some magic in a little danger.

You done tying one on down there, Holly?

Constrictor knots.

The more she struggles, the tighter they get.

So I'd better know what I'm doing.

The Magnificent Margo will now perform an escape

that would put even the Great Houdini to shame.

Thank you, Holly.

Ohhhh!

I give you...

Margo The Magnificent!

Where'd she go?

- What's taking her so long? - What's going on?

- Where is she? - What the hell is going on?

I don't know.

Oh my God!

Oh no!

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They really do bond, don't they?

They're twins,

so that's a psychological bond that can't be broken.

And you think that Otto's a candidate as a service dog?

His owner hopes so.

And you think Rex can help?

He's got lots of practical experience.

Why not learn from the best?

Look at him. Following Rex's lead already.

Let's do this.

All right.

Come on, pal.

I know. You looked pretty comfortable lying down.

Remember this old trick?

All right. Let's show Otto how it's done, buddy.

You're gonna take this over to Dalton.

That's perfect.

Yeah, sorry, brother. Gonna have to take a rain check.

- Rex is still on the clock. - Next time.

You got it. Rex.

What a good boy you are.

Good dog. Good dog, Otto.

Hey, Sarah. Got your text. What are we looking at?

A magician strangled to death while practicing a trick.

Margo Novak, 34.

She goes by the moniker Margo The Magnificent.

Why does that name sound so familiar?

Well, she's local, for one.

And her tricks have gone to another level

over the last few months. She's all over the Internet.

Actually, she's up for a Howie.

Is that the big magic award?

They have some kind of splashy show down in Vegas in the summer?

Yes, but first they have to do a six-month residency together

to practice their tricks away from the bright lights.

- Guess where they chose? - St. John's.

- Margo's hometown. - My team's over at the crime scene now.

So I've got to go.

Oh...

Charlie. Margot's assistant Holly,

she was brought in to the station.

Okay, I'll interview her and I'll meet you down there in a bit.

And then Rex will have a chance to weave his magic.

Come on, pal.

Margo was the reason I became a performer.

I can't believe she's gone.

She taught me to let go of my baggage and believe in myself.

I know this is difficult

but I'm gonna need you to walk me through the trick.

I don't really know it.

Weren't you her assistant?

Over these last few months, Margo became increasingly secretive.

All she gave me were my lines and my lighting cues,

- but everything else she kept to herself. - Huh.

So you did your lines and

- Margo went in the sarcophagus. - Yeah.

She had pre-rigged the pyro

so all I had to do was light the phony fuse.

- Did you know what would happen? - I had an inkling.

Once the door blew open and no one was in there,

I just figured she slipped out of an escape hatch in the back.

Seems odd she wouldn't tell you that.

Wel, l maybe she wanted to impress me too.

What happened next?

We hit the exit with a spotlight.

Which is where you expected her to appear?

Yes, it's a classic teleportation trick.

She was getting really good at them.

Was Margo working with anyone?

No.

How would you explain her sudden improvement?

From my understanding, her star was on the rise the last few months.

Yeah, it's the pressure of being up for a Howie.

- Margo had become the frontrunner. - Hmmm.

Is it possible Margo drove herself so hard

that she made a mistake?

Margo never made mistakes.

This was no accident.

Holly's right.

Do you see a distinct furrow?

It doesn't match the indentations of the rope.

Are you saying a different rope was used to strangle her?

Possibly. Here. Look at this.

Now there's an escape hatch back here.

So when everyone was distracted by the smoke and the pyro,

- she was supposed to slip out the back. - But she never got out.

Yeah, maybe somebody was waiting with a rope?

Hmmm, well...

All right, partner. That means you're up.

I knew Rex would come through.

Looks like a hair.

Bright red.

Looks like he's got something else.

Let's see.

What are we missing, buddy?

Looks like there's something

in the back of her throat.

Margo didn't swallow this.

It's a classic card trick.

You know, a magician will force a card to be selected

and then make it disappear having arranged a duplicate card

to appear in an impossible place.

You know, in the subject's wallet, inside a lemon

or even on a billboard.

So someone took the trick to a dark place.

Well, killers have been known to leave totems.

You seem to know a lot about magic.

Oh, I've geeked out over a few online lessons.

Got really good at the chop cup. Maybe some day I'll show you.

- Yeah, maybe another time. - I have it already set up.

Ready?

With some deep concentration, I've imbued a magic force into this ball.

This is the ball. Do you see it?

Do you see it?

Yes.

Which cup has

the ball?

This one?

Mm-mm.

Don't worry, Jesse.

I think I read somewhere magic doesn't work on dogs.

This isn't about magic.

I checked in with the Howie Awards committee

and they gave me the list of the other two other finalists:

Amal Khan and Talon Dwyer.

There's some interesting video about Talon,

- I'm gonna screenshare with you right now. - Wait.

Screenshare? Who are you?

Yeah, I'm amazing. Watch this.

Take the marker.

Sign your name on it so you know

it's the only one like it in the pack.

Doesn't matter if I see it.

Perfect, yeah, show it to everybody in the crowd.

- Make sure everyone can see it. - Oh wow, three of clubs.

Exactly.

Now you'd be able to recognize that three of clubs

- if you saw it again, right? - Yeah.

There's only one like it in the entire world.

What we're gonna do is take your three,

place it right here with your signature

in between the aces. Watch it very closely

because this will happen very quickly. Watch.

Your three of clubs signed

disappears from the card.

But it doesn't go very far. See this envelope

has been sitting here the entire time. Look.

Inside is one card.

One card.

Should be your card, signed by you. Have a look.

_

I was happy to get punked by Margo.

This got me more views than anything.

With her out of the way

that would make you the odds on favourite for the Howie, wouldn't it?

I didn't do this.

I liked Margo. More than you could possibly know.

Margo and I were having a secret affair.

Convenient that it was secret.

It wasn't gonna stay that way.

Yesterday she invited me out.

Started ordering drinks right out in the open.

She had a few shots.

Maybe that's why her trick failed.

He's lying. Margo's blood came up clean.

There's no alcohol in her system.

Magic Man should know that science always beats deception.

Why would he lie about that?

To make it seem like an accident so we don't look any closer.

Speaking of looking closer, any word on that autopsy yet?

Oh, that might be it.

- Do you want to check? - No this is from

the Forensics Department at the Met in London.

It's a job offer in the UK!

Since when are you looking for work?

Uh, I...

I sent that out years ago!

After I graduated, a few of us decided we would apply

to our dream forensics job in our dream cities.

I chose London.

- Sarah, this is amazing. - No.

It's saying that I'm only shortlisted, so don't worry.

- Total long shot. - Mmmm.

What are you gonna do if you get it?

That's Jesse. Saved by the bell.

And the bark. Come on, pal.

Well, I managed to find an online chatroom

where magicians gather virtually called Magic-adabra.

I know.

Margo got mad props for a prank that she pulled on Talon

and Talon was stewing a lot more than he let on.

- What makes you say that? - Well...

there's a more vocal fan, a certain Doveman23

who I traced back to Talon himself

spreading rumours about an ugly revenge plan he had against Margo.

- How bad are we talking? - Well,

I'll let the meme he created in her honour speak for itself.

When Talon gets revenge... POOF!

The Magnificent Margo's trickster days will disappear.

Mmmm.

Your dog can't be here, Detective.

- He's on active duty. - It's not a request.

I use live animals in my act.

Yeah, and I'm trying to solve the murder

of a fellow magician, Mr. Dwyer.

If you're gonna be here...

sign this.

It's an NDA,

so you don't tell anyone what you've seen here.

My own mother had to sign one.

Just don't scare the animals. Okay, big guy?

I could've sworn I had a pen.

Check with Rex.

Apparently you can teach an old dog new tricks.

You really think this is a good idea right now?

It's a joke, Detective.

The joke's on you.

Margo's tox screen came back. She didn't have alcohol in her system,

which means you're guilty of obstruction of justice.

Hey, do you have anything in your arsenal here

that can make that charge disappear?

Yes. I saw Talon and Margo in here yesterday

which was odd, since they hated each other.

- How do you know that? - We're all finalists for the Howie

stuck here on the rock for months.

There's literally nothing to do but rehearse, drink, and gossip.

Did you see Margo consume any alcoholic beverages?

Yeah.

Cheers.

Oh, yes.

Quite a few.

That's strange because her toxicology report said

there was no alcohol in her system.

Well played, Margo.

- I don't think I follow. - Margo rejected Talon a dozen times

and then suddenly she's flirting and

downing shooters like a sorority girl?

She was playing him.

But you said that she was drinking.

It's called The French Drop.

It's the basis of all magic to

palm an item and have a duplicate ready.

Take this cocktail weenie.

I can make you believe it is in one place when in fact...

it is somewhere else.

Magic doesn't work on dogs.

Point is...

Margo must have been doing the same thing but with shooters.

Maybe to get him to spill his secrets?

Although if you ask me,

she had the secrets worth spilling.

Funny you should mention that

because it sounds like her tricks had just gone to a next level.

Her Teleporting Woman might be the best trick

since Copperfield's Death Saw.

Do you know how she did it?

I don't pay much attention to other magicians, but,

there was a rumour that she had some help.

- Help from who? - Not sure her name.

But the word is she's from The Black Wand.

The most prestigious magic club in the world.

Impossible to get into and extremely secretive.

Did you ever see this woman?

- Just once. - Can you describe her?

Late 30's. Red hair.

Retro cat-eyed glasses.

Her assistant Holly said that Margo wasn't working with anybody.

Well, then Holly is hiding something

because I saw them together yesterday.

I found her.

I combed through Holly's social media.

She's very careful about what she posts.

You know, mostly just professional shots of Margo

and a few behind-the-scenes shots.

But then I found this.

I mean, that's just Margo and Holly.

Look closer. Here, I'll blow up right behind Holly.

Red hair. Cat eye glasses.

Jesse, can you clean that up as much as possible

- and send me the digifile? - Yeah.

Holly. No more lies.

Okay, we know this person was working for Margo.

- Who is she? - If I spill my secrets, I could lose my career.

- There's a code in the magic community. - Yeah.

There's a code in prison too. Would you like to learn about that?

I don't know her full name.

But she called herself Charlotte.

She's part of The Black Wand.

Right. The secret society of magicians.

Getting in is every magician's dream.

We're talking a whole other level.

And if Margo was being wooed by them,

I thought I could get in too.

- What can you can tell me about her? - Just that she loved her coffee.

She would often slip away and return

with some fancy Americano.

- From where? - No idea.

I'm more of a tea girl myself.

If they're so secretive,

how do you know she's part of The Black Wand?

She was testing me. I had to sign a non-disclosure agreement.

That's why I couldn't come clean earlier.

You signed an NDA?

Yes. I can prove it.

I kept a copy.

Goodbye, Black Wand membership.

Is this some kind of joke?

What?

This doesn't make any sense.

There were words on every page!

I swear to you I'm not lying!

Really, I mean, please Detective,

you have to believe me!

Actually, I don't believe you, but,

lucky for you, my partner does.

Rex did indeed pick up something.

Trace amounts of thymolphthalein and sodium hydroxide.

AKA disappearing ink.

Any way you can make it reappear?

Well, sometimes you can reverse a fade

with hydroxide droplets but...

- Ah, the PH level is too low. - Mmmm.

So unless you have Rex's eyes, we are out of luck.

So someone went to great lengths to pull a fast one on Holly.

Yeah. Making sure no bread crumbs led back to them.

- Another dead end. - Well, no no no. Not exactly.

They didn't use vanishing ink on their seal.

Well, if this woman represents an organization,

it is not The Black Wand.

I finally got a hold of their Vegas headquarters

and they claim no tie to Margo Novak.

I also checked with every magic society

from Hungary to Hawaii.

None of them have two crossed wands.

Well, maybe it's the emblem for the company

that supplies her magic equipment.

We've got Margo's gear in holding.

I'm gonna check to see if that symbol is in her equipment.

Rex that's one hell of a trick!

Hey everyone, this is Dalton.

- I told him he could stop by for a bit. - Hey.

Dalton's checking to see if Otto's a candidate to be a service dog.

Well, he's already helped us on one case. Huh?

He'll be a natural. Won't you?

I just want to see how he reacts in a real work environment.

I'll only be a couple of minutes. You won't even notice I'm here.

You take all the time you want.

- It's good to meet you, Dalton. - You too.

Charlie.

Otto and I have been working on that trick.

Take it.

Bring it to Charlie.

Hey!

Way to go, Otto!

Yeah, Rex taught him that!

Good dog. Now sit.

Well if you're gonna learn, learn from the best.

Good job, buddy.

Hey, listen. I've got to run out on a case

but why don't you hang out with these guys for a little bit?

- Thanks so much. - All right, pal.

You and me.

Hello!

Great job, buddy.

You'll be ready for the real deal in no time.

Yeah.

Hi.

Ahh!

Stop!

Don't move!

Good move.

I told you magic doesn't work on dogs.

I'm sorry. I panicked.

Yeah. Because you were in somebody else's studio

which constitutes breaking and entering.

Not if you have a key.

Margo gave you a key?

No.

- Holly. - Why would... ?

Why would she do that?

Because you guys were having an affair.

Not all the magic happens on stage.

What...

She doesn't know it's there.

Okay. You planted a camera,

even though you and Holly are romantic?

I was able to plant the camera

because Holly and I were romantic.

And to be clear, this isn't some weird pervy thing, okay?

I only wanted to find out how Margo got so good.

Says the man who doesn't care about other magicians.

Margo was an exception.

Her tricks...

Her tricks were so next level

you would sleep with her assistant just to get her secrets.

So it's obvious I wouldn't kill her.

Mm-hmm. If this is your defence that you're crafting,

you should probably find a different angle.

I'll do whatever I can to help your investigation.

I think you're gonna need to hope

that this helps.

Eight hours of this and nothing.

- Jesse already combed it? - Yeah, twice.

He pulled four minutes of footage featuring Charlotte.

But she never looks directly at the camera,

our mysterious redhead

who just happened to disappear without a trace

- right after Margo died. - Oh, young Charlie,

there's always a trace.

Let's go back.

Wait, what era does that look like to you?

50's, maybe? I don't know. Not exactly my forte.

There's an antique dealer on Water Street

who specializes in vintage handbags.

Maybe Jesse can dig something up.

Score one for Jesse!

Are we referring to ourselves in third person now?

I just spoke to the antiques dealer on Water.

Not only has he heard of the bag,

they sold one last month.

And the buyer had red hair

and wore vintage cat-eyed glasses.

Charlotte. Tell me the owner has a receipt of the transaction.

Paid in cash, but they sell on consignment

- and she had to trade in her old bag. - They still have it?

It's on its way here now!

And I made sure that they used gloves to handle it.

Charlie is a happy man!

It's quite the shift going from this to retro sequins.

- How's it going so far? - No physical evidence, I'm afraid.

The store processed it for resale

- so they cleaned it up pretty well. - No buttons, receipts, anything?

The purse is a dead end. But I did find

something of note.

Here. The red hair that Rex found.

Turns out it's kanekelon.

It's a micro acrylic synthetic fibre.

- A wig. - Yeah. So the plot thickens.

A vintage bag, a phony contract. Now a wig?

I'm beginning to wonder if Charlotte is somebody in disguise.

- I'm sorry the bag is a dead end. - Mmmm.

Wait a second.

I feel something.

- Hmmm? - It's stuck in the lining.

That looks familiar.

Holly said she was a coffee lover.

This is as good a place as any

for her to sip her Americano, huh pal?

Okay, get the scent.

Track it.

Well, at least you found a sandwich.

Bit of a long shot anyway. Let's head back.

What have you got?

Excuse me.

Charlotte?

If I didn't see her dead body myself,

I'd swear that Margo Novak is alive.

Except this is Pam Hasslebock.

An accountant and a long-time resident of Corner Brook.

- Anything I should know? - Her background check

came clean as a whistle except the fact that Margo wired her

close to 30 thousand dollars in the last six months.

It always comes back to the money.

Margo was paying me to work with her in secret.

As an accountant who never left the house

you can imagine how exciting that was.

What is it you two did together exactly?

Well, at first I just helped her.

But then she wanted to incorporate the twin element into her act.

So we came up with The Teleporting Woman.

Yeah, the trick that brought her act to the next level.

Margo did all the hard work. She...

stuffed herself into boxes

and contorted into odd positions

and all I had to do was take a bow.

- Hmmm. - It was the perfect job

and the perfect trick

as long as no one found out.

So that's when you invented Charlotte?

Charlotte was Margo's idea.

She bought me a red wig

and the cat-eyed glasses and we had our cover.

And it allowed us to practice in secret.

What does that mean?

That's my former company's logo.

Here.

_

Hmmm.

This may sound funny but how come nobody knows about you?

We only found out about each other about a year ago

when I saw a photo of Margo in an ad.

Our mother gave us up for adoption

and we ended up in different families.

Sorry.

So you reached out to her.

After a show. Yeah.

It was an instant connection.

Where were you when she died?

Margo and I got into a fight yesterday.

And so I went back to the rental suite.

We're investigating because the rope burns around Margo's neck,

it didn't quite match the pattern from the ropes in the sarcophagus.

It's a possibility that somebody strangled her.

- What? - We found a hair from a red wig

next to her body.

You think I killed her?

Margo was the best thing that ever happened to me!

If it wasn't you, can you think of anybody

who might have wanted to harm her?

- Everyone adored Margo. - What about Talon?

Or The Amazing Amal. They're the two rivals for the Howie.

No no. They all got along really well

and I mean they're both excellent magicians,

but Talon was the one that she was worried about.

Is it true they were having an affair?

Yes.

But Margo wanted to keep that quiet.

Then why would she openly flirt with him that afternoon?

That is a little strange, I guess.

Your argument with Margo,

what did you two fight about?

We were planning on doing an Egyptian-themed version

of our teleportation trick when she decided

that she wanted to incorporate this dangerous knot element.

And I refused.

She said she was going to do it without me, so,

I told her if she was gonna do it,

to at least talk to Amal and that's the last time I saw her alive.

Looks like someone got in without singing a confidentiality form.

You know, a witness told me that Margo checked in with you

right before her final routine?

Is there a reason you didn't mention that?

I told you, Margo was at the bar with Talon and so was I.

Yeah. She left around 4:00 PM.

According to the bartender,

you left shortly after, which would give you approximately

a two-hour window before her final performance.

This belonged to Margo.

I already primed him with her scent.

What have you got, partner?

These ropes sure look similar

to the one Margo used in her final routine.

Maybe she handled them without my knowledge.

It's just a deck of cards.

Every magician has one.

Yeah, but this one doesn't have the three of clubs.

The card that we found in our murder victim's throat.

It wasn't just Margo's tricks I was after.

I loved her.

Sleeping with her assistant is a funny way of showing it.

Holly was just a way to get close to Margo.

If you knew Margo,

you'd understand how special she was.

The perfect package of talent and beauty.

That would have hurt seeing her flirt with Talon that afternoon.

Talon's all flash.

What could she possibly see in him?

I thought she had come to my studio to mock him.

- Why did she come? - She wanted to know

how to tie a quick release constrictor for a trick.

It sounded dangerous and her timeline was insane. So...

I refused at first.

But...

But I couldn't resist her charms.

So you told her.

That's why I was first to the stage.

When I saw her dead

from the very knot that I just taught her,

I didn't want to take the blame.

- That's when you planted the card. - Yes.

But I didn't kill her.

Why did you frame Talon?

Amal.

A woman is dead.

And you framed another man

- which is usually a sign of guilt. - I know it wasn't rational.

But in that moment,

holding Margo in my arms,

- I blamed Talon. - Why?

- Did you see him backstage? Or... ? - No.

But if she spent less time flirting with Talon

and more time practicing, she'd still be alive.

Everybody knew about Margo's three of clubs prank on Talon.

So...

So you framed him.

Mm-hmm.

How did you produce the card so fast?

I'm a magician.

It's what I do.

You mean it's what you used to do.

Well, that's one part of the mystery solved.

Yeah, planting a card in a dead woman's throat isn't murder though.

It doesn't mean he didn't do it either.

He could be copping to a lesser crime

to take the heat off of the investigation.

It does re-open the possibility that it was an accident after all.

Forensics hasn't been conclusive.

- We still don't have our autopsy. - We do now.

- Huh? - And there's been a development

relating to the time of death.

Well, that certainly muddies the waters, doesn't it?

Yeah.

I've got an idea how to clear it up.

Hi, buddy!

- What are you doing here? - He's looking for you.

- Hi! - Hey, yeah,

we came to give you an update.

- Okay. - You should know there's one last chance

to pay tribute to your sister.

The remaining magicians and their helpers,

they're having a little get-together in Margo's honour.

I think you should be there.

I was thinking it was maybe time for Charlotte's final bow.

Tonight, I'd like to honour Margo in a way

I think she would appreciate.

Through magic.

So I'm gonna need a volunteer.

Right here. Would you mind helping me out?

Can you help me out?

Actually, I meant the dog.

Now Margo's signature trick,

was The Teleporting Woman.

I'd like to put a little spin on it.

If you don't mind,

get in the box.

- A little help? - Uhh.

Go ahead, pal.

Ladies and gentlemen.

Watch closely.

Do me a favour and give that to Rex.

Now, how is such a trick possible?

It's not.

The key to a good teleportation trick

is to make you all believe that you're seeing something

that you're not. And in this case,

you thought you saw Rex going into the box,

but it was Otto,

who looks like Rex.

It's the oldest rule in magic.

No one cares what goes into the box.

They only care what comes out of the box.

Otto is Rex's identical twin.

- Here's a fun fact for you, Charlie. - Huh?

Did you know 20% of identical twins

use a different dominant hand?

Actually, I did know that.

And if I were Margo, I think that I would want

the spotlight for myself and have my double do all the dirty work.

Well, you can't prove any of that.

With magic I can't

but science is a different matter.

Your sister's final trick,

was that she was dead for several hours

before she was found in the sarcophagus.

I apologize for the theatrics but you know, it was only a hunch.

It wasn't until I saw your reaction that I was certain.

I have been known to show my cards.

It's not a trait Margo and I shared.

Huh.

Look, you have to understand something.

Margo was my sister.

My best friend. My soul mate.

One day with her was like a year

with anyone else. I got to know her strengths...

And her shortcomings.

She could be

so kind at times.

But she also had a cruel streak.

And she made me stay in that box for hours,

making me do all the contortions

and she promised me that we were gonna switch one day.

But she never did.

And then she found out that I had fallen for Talon.

It was you having the affair with Talon, not Margo.

Yeah. Our deal was that I could never tell him who I was.

To her it was a joke.

But it wasn't a joke to you.

That's what you two were fighting about that day.

We were practicing a new version

of The Teleporting Woman

when she told me that I could never see him again.

She was too close to winning the Howie.

So she didn't want him to figure out our secret.

And when I pushed back,

she threatened to pose as me and destroy my life.

Mmmm.

She just went back to rehearsing like it was nothing.

She climbed inside

to show me how she wanted it done

so that I could hide away once again

and she could get all the glory.

And I was fed up!

I just wanted to get out of the box

and be with the man that I loved.

Wait!

And just feel free for a moment.

And I did.

I intended to only stay a few minutes.

In the time that I was gone, she must have panicked...

Margo!

And run out of air and the rope got snagged on her neck...

And that's why there was no alcohol in Margo's system.

It was you drinking. Not her.

It was also you talking to Amal

pretending to be Margo

unsure about constrictor knots.

I got rid of the ropes

that she died in and replaced them

with our performance ones and performed as Margo.

Rigged the distraction and...

disappeared.

Margo would have understood.

Hmm.

You know, you spent all that time trying to escape the box.

Thanks again for lending us Otto.

Couldn't have solved the case without him.

Oh, it helped me a lot too.

I've got to tell you. Sit.

Good boy.

I can now confirm

that Otto is definitely a candidate

for service dog training.

Hey! Congrats, Otto!

Are you gonna come to the magic show tonight?

Yeah, we have a friend who's got a new assistant

and they've given us a couple of comps.

And the best thing is,

- it's licensed. - That's pretty good,

because I could make a few beers disappear about now.

Hey, Charlie.

Hey, there's the man of the hour.

Ah, you were the real star of the show.

Of course the real star is Rex.

- Isn't that right buddy? - That's Otto.

- Hey! - Ah, Rex.

You fooled us again.

Hey. So what can we expect tonight?

Well, Holly and I are working on some new material.

And I'm still a nominee for the Howie Award.

Yeah, they're gonna announce the two new nominees next week

now that Amal's been kicked off the program.

Right. Being charged with obstruction of justice

and indignity to a dead body.

That'll do it.

You know, I've been working on a little something.

I'd love to show you guys.

Yeah!

I'm nervous.

- Oh, you've got this. - Okay.

- All right, let's see what you've got. - Okay.

With some deep concentration...

Hey.

Hi.

Sorry. Sorry, just lost in thought.

The job offer is a big deal.

You know?

Your computer was open when I was in the lab.

I wasn't looking. I just saw it.

The London Met wants you to be part of their forensics team.

This is your dream!

Dreams do evolve.

This is the ball, you see it?

- Mm-hmm! - You see it?

- Yes. - I do like this place.

Yeah.

But this is a big deal.

What are you gonna do?

That'll do!

I'm gonna watch some magic.

Hey. Almost forgot your tickets.

Oh. Thank you.

You might want to count those.

Check with Rex.

Ah, good job, buddy.

Yeah. That's my partner. Always bringing the magic.

Next time on Hudson & Rex...

Everybody get down! Now!

Rex, go!

Looks like the silent alarm was either never triggered or disabled.

There's an emergency reset code for false alarms.

- Who would have those codes? - Myself and the assistant manager.

Our busker's name is Mark Sanford,

a privileged kid record.

Rex pointed him out as the one inside the robber's disguise.

We also have a bank employee who had motive, opportunity,

and the smoking gun of a disguise in his car, Charlie.

When has Rex ever been wrong?

We can not hold someone indefinitely

based on the testimony of Rex.

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