"Nestled in the natural beauty of the Canadian Shield." Huh.
Oh, thank god.
"Meet you at the BnB. Can't wait!"
Oh, here. I got it.
It's a real map! How vintage.
You headed to Huntsville too?
- What? Yeah. - I hear the lakes
are beautiful and there's lots of... trees.
Maybe a bar. God, I hope there's a bar.
- Thanks. - I'm staying at the River Run BnB.
- Do you know it? - No.
Next stop, the Uxbridge Heritage Station.
Please ensure that you have all your belongings...
Yeah, me neither.
I've never actually stayed at a BnB before.
Sounds... nice.
- Hey, Zoe, what's up? Do you need me? - No, no.
Sorry to interrupt your sexy-Texy getaway,
but I can't find that sticky note that you left.
You know, the one with the address for the neighbour
of the sister of that unicycle instructor guy
for the insurance fraud scam.
It's like that time you found a piece of bagel
- in your ear. - I'm a hand-talker.
Things fly out.
Sometimes it's a sticky note, sometimes it's bagel.
Crisis averted, Ange. We found the address. As you were.
Are you sure you don't need anything else?
This was probably a bad weekend to go away, wasn't it?
I can turn around right now.
Just stop, will you? Turn your brain off.
For the next two days, you're not a private investigator,
you're just Angie.
You're profiling people right now, aren't ya?
Huh? What? No. No, I'm not.
Just for fun. Like a hobby.
I'm hobby profiling.
- That's not a thing. - Relaxing is hard.
You returning to the agency not relaxed will be even harder.
On all of us.
You're right, you're right. No work.
- Just a calm weekend getaway with Tex. - Good.
See you when you get back.
Now arriving on Platform 1: Train 15A to Huntsville.
Please mind the gap between the train...
Hey, thought you were headed to Huntsville.
I need to use the phone charger at the station.
What is this, The Matrix?
Oh, guess I'll charge my phone too.
Train 15A to Huntsville on Platform 1 will be departing
in ten minutes. Please have your tickets ready when boarding
or re-boarding. Thank you.
So on election day, vote for someone you can count on.
- Hey. - What are you doing?
- Just checking on you. - Why?
'Cause creepy Mr. Smith out there has his eye on you.
Do you know him?
No.
Ok.
Thanks for your concern, though.
Hey! My wallet!
Worst vacation ever.
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- Zoe, have you found something?
Anything? It's been two hours.
As soon as I got a ping for her phone, Tex went down
to the train station. He's there now. She has to be there too.
I'm seeing her phone loud and clear.
I'm just pulling into the station now. Hopefully Tex
found something already. In the meantime, talk to security.
I have them paging her practically on a loop.
Hospitals?
The only one nearby hasn't seen her, thank God.
I tried the local police, came up dry.
- Maybe Nora has heard from her. - On it.
Just keep it casual, we don't wanna worry her.
There's Tex. I'll call you later.
- Tex. - Shade.
I've done a preliminary search, asked around. No one's seen her.
- Any sign of her luggage? - Assuming it's still with her.
I don't understand why she would get off here.
- Any sign of her phone? - I'm calling it now.
That's my ringtone.
- Angie's pick. - Cute.
- That's it. That one. - Four-digit pin code.
Last four numbers of her phone number?
Uh, office number.
Her birthday.
Too obvious. How about her dad's birthday?
His birthday. It's uh...
I got it.
Passcode.
- What have you got? - Me, our BnB...
BnB? Have you ever met Angie?
I thought she could use the slower pace.
- A chill vibe. - OK, sure.
Zoe, you, Nora, you, sushi,
- late-night wine delivery. - Nothing out of the ordinary.
Oh. Mm-mm.
Hey, Matt, is Angie with you?
Nora, hey.
How'd you get to the agency so fast?
I was across the street getting my nails done
when Zoe called.
- Matt, where's Angie? - Look, relax.
We're tracking her credit card, going to the security office
to check for CCTV footage. Tex and I are all over this.
- Tex is there? Let me see him. - No.
You... Hi, Nora! Mrs.... Ms. Everett.
- Tex, did you guys have a fight? - No. No, no, no, no.
She's never done this before, not even as a little girl.
We got separated at Myrtle Beach once. She found me!
Nora, look, just relax, OK? We're all over this.
- Find our girl, Matt. - Yeah. Let's go.
- FBI? - And I'm with CSIS.
Ok...
so this Angie person must be, like, next-level important.
She is.
This is the best angle I have of the charging station.
There she is. Stop. Right there.
Who's that woman with Angie? Do you know her?
No. Look.
Angie goes after her.
- More like chases her. - Go back.
Zoom in on these two women.
Oh... I don't think that's allowed.
Hey, can you switch the platform camera, fast-forward a bit?
They don't get back on the train.
We're gonna need a printout of your passenger list.
Don't you guys need,
like, a warrant for that
or something?
- Yeah. - Yeah.
- I'm gonna get thatfor you right now. - Mm-hmm.
Ok.
Yeah, hi. Hi!
Danica, I don't know if you've heard...
Yeah, I know. Zoe told me.
This kid security guard wants a warrant.
A warrant, Shade? I... She's only been missing
for three hours, I can't. Danica, listen.
Angie got off at a station that wasn't hers,
she met some strange woman
that none of us recognise...
OK, OK, slow down. What strange woman?
- Which station? - The one in Uxbridge.
OK, I'll see what I can do.
Hey, it's Kate.
- Hey, babe! - Hey. We still on for lunch?
Yes. I know we were supposed to meet
on Ossington, but something's come up at work.
You better not be cancelling on me.
We barely see each other as it is.
Uh, what if we meet on a patio closer to me?
I'm listening.
Nope. Never seen her.
Me neither.
She's in trouble, Zoe.
I can feel it. My baby's in trouble.
We got a hit.
Angie's credit card has been used.
Hi there.
Have you, um... have you seen this woman?
She used her credit card at this location.
I forgot my glasses today. I don't think I've seen her.
But she would've given you her driver's license.
How does that concern you?
Uh, we're uh... groomsmen.
For our sister's groom-to-be.
But last minute, she decided she doesn't want to get married.
Yeah, and if that's what Angie wants,
then we're gonna make sure she gets out of it.
Angie? Yeah, that was her name.
She didn't look like that picture, though.
I just gave her the all-points on her rental.
That's the woman from the train station.
Hey, you!
She'll stop.
She's got nowhere to go.
- She's not stopping. - No.
The hell is going on?
She used Angie's credit card and license.
Obviously, she stole her wallet.
That's why Angie was chasing her at the station.
- Yeah. That woman was terrified. - She should be, she's a thief.
Nah, it's more than that.
Obviously she's running from something, or somebody.
It's Zoe. Angie's bag
turned up at the train station in Huntsville.
Our mystery woman never had any luggage.
- Maybe she's headed to Huntsville too.
- Think we can beat her there?
You know we can.
I went through your purse.
Did you happen to find my concealer in there?
'Cause it looks like you could use some.
There's no wallet, no phone, no flash drive.
No pudding, no pebbles, no cat.
What?
Sorry, I thought we were naming things not in my purse.
- This is no joke. - Yeah, I knew that
when you stole this junker instead of the Benz. I mean,
what were you thinking? It was right there.
OK. We're serious now.
I saw Grace drop the flash drive into your purse.
Now you tell me: Where is it?
Grace.
You've been following her a while.
And this flash drive, you'd do anything to get it, wouldn't you?
- That's right. I would. - Then put the gun away
and simmer down, or you'll never see it again.
That's definitely Angie's bag.
And the other one must be our mystery woman's.
So she was headed to Huntsville.
- So what's the plan here? - Trust in the process. Come on.
Uh, hi there. We need to claim
one of those bags.
The black one was accidentally left behind by Angie Everett.
Are you Angie Everett?
Because we require photo ID for all unclaimed luggage.
- I don't know you understand... - She's my fiancée.
Oh! Ha, ha, ha!
Congratulations on the engagement.
- Yeah, uh, happened pretty fast. - Yeah, I'll say!
Let me tell you what's in the bag, if that helps.
There's a bottle of whisky, a puzzle, some sunflower seeds...
Wait.
Why do you know what's in his fiancée's bag?
I knew you two were messing around!
Oh! Hey, do you want me to call security?
I just love her so much!
OK, that's...
Why do I always fall for the taken ones?
Oh, I don't know. Maybe... maybe it's you.
- Nice move. - You OK?
This nose?
Broken about three times during my college lacrosse career.
Nerve endings are shot.
Mystery woman has one change of clothes,
packed hastily. Wasn't spending more than a night.
In Angie's bag... Brixton Bloodshed?
Do not tell her you know about those.
- There's more than one? - There's a whole series
about a British detective from the 70s. Janet Bloom.
- Always gets her man. Angie loves 'em. - Ha, ha, ha! Wow.
You know what else she loves? Action. Adventure.
- Adrenaline. - And I planned
a nice, quiet weekend. Gotcha.
- Thanks for the tip. - Yeah.
Bingo. We got a name and an address.
Grace Winter, Toronto.
Grace Winter...
meet Zoe Chow.
In-te-res-ting!
Grace has deactivated and wiped all her social media.
Where's that purple sticky?
- Are you coming or what? - Where?
Grace's apartment.
There's no lock out there that I can't pick.
Oh, no!
No, no, no, no, no. That's very illegal,
and what if we get caught?
What if we go to jail? I'd have to join a gang...
Zoe, Angie is out there
and this Grace girl has something to do with it.
I'll get my coat.
What's your connection to Grace?
- She's in a ton of trouble. - Even more if you get to her.
All she has to do is give us everything she knows,
including the flash drive.
- She doesn't have the flash drive. - Neither do you.
- No. But I know where she was going. - Where?
I'll tell you if you take me with you.
Why would I do that?
Because I'll get Grace to hand over the flash drive.
She trusts me. I'm good at my job, unlike you.
Your lurking sent her running off in the first place.
But we find her,
we find the flash drive,
then you let her go.
Fine.
Where are we going?
Highway 52 and Commercial Drive.
The Kestins?
They've been secured as far as I know.
Which, as we've established, isn't much. So hurry up
and untie me before we both lose Grace.
And then you listen very closely...
for the...
I hear it!
You're a real-life badass.
Where do you think Angie gets it from?
Whoa...
We weren't the first ones here.
Wasn't exactly my idea
- of a patio lunch date. - I know, I'm sorry.
Well, at least these burgers are delish.
It's fine. Babe, your friend is missing.
Keep at it. Besides, I have to finish my latest assignment.
- What are you investigating? - Oh, something truly exciting.
- Yeah? - City Council.
- Hmm! - Let me tell you, it's no Yemen.
- I could use a scoop. - I'm sure you'll find one.
I just have to keep an eye out for Carson. She can't see me
- with any of this stuff. - Why? You got a warrant.
- Right? - Yep.
Sort of a funny story, actually.
I sort of obtained it without her approval.
Dee!
Your probation is finally over this week!
Oh, says the one
who got suspended for tackling Santa Claus
- during his own parade. - OK, my exposing him
got him indicted on several fraud charges
and helped the cops retrieve
the entire Charity Children Christmas Fund.
I for real saved Christmas. Hm. Wait a minute.
That guy in the suit... He's totally creeping on them.
There was one name on the passenger list
that wasn't in the system: Seamus Meyler.
- Well, what did he do? - He died three years ago in prison.
OK, let's see what the news network database says.
That's not the guy from the CCTV footage. I... I wonder...
I think Angie might be caught up
in a case of stolen identity.
Well, I've got coupons for days.
- You find anything? - No, nothing.
No computer, no phone, no tablet.
Hey. It's Grace's most recent phone bill.
Look at this number.
This number repeats over ten times.
It's the same area code where Angie went missing.
I did a reverse lookup. It belongs
to a Wade Kestin on Highway 52.
Call Matt. We've got a lead.
Guy spends a lot on his yard art.
Sure does. Brand new boat,
brand new truck, new jet ski.
- Mr. Kestin? - Who're you?
We're looking for this woman, Grace Winter. You seen her?
- I don't want nothing to do with her.
- We think she may be in danger.
Maybe she shouldn't go sticking her nose in things that are done.
We think she might have something to do
with the disappearance of our friend, Angie Everett.
No, no, not getting all twisted up in somebody else's mess.
If Norcon gets wind...
You know what?
- We just want to be left alone. - Hey, we just came to talk.
The whole point is not to talk. Now go on!
Get out of here!
- I thought you always carried a gun! - On a romantic weekend?
You better run!
Vintage Porsche? The hell? Norcon send this over too?
- There's a guy with a shotgun. - What?
Hey!
Hello?
He's not waking up anytime soon.
Yeah.
No, not yet.
Don't worry. I'm working on it.
I brought her with me.
Because she knows about Grace and the drive.
No, no, not about the defect.
Just... You know what? Leave it to me.
Hey.
- Grace isn't here. - No harm in waiting.
- I don't like waiting. - Maybe she's at the 8 Block Diner,
the one in town. She had a meeting with a lawyer there
- around this time. - There's a lawyer now, huh?
You know, it's starting to feel like a wild goose chase,
- you know that? - No, she had a map. The meeting
was written right on it. Do you really want to miss her again?
Alright.
Let's go.
But if she's not there...
Yeah, we lost 20 minutes.
I told you we should've followed the stream
- from the get-go. - Stop whining.
- Let's recap. What do we know? - Wade Kestin.
Obviously, Grace went to visit him, pissed him off.
He really wanted us to know he didn't talk to her.
Like he was afraid of her.
Yeah. He mentioned another name, Norcon.
- I don't know it. You? - No.
- I'm not getting any service. - Yeah, me neither.
We gotta get out of here.
You know what would've gotten us out of here? My Porsche.
- Hey! - Hey!
- Hey, buddy! - Buddy!
- Stop! - Stop!
Hey, that's my car! Stop!
At least Wade called a tow.
- Could've shot her full of holes. - Don't ever joke about that.
Seamus Meyler, dead Mayfield prisoner.
Your racetrack connections used an ID guy with the same MO.
We were hoping whoever
made the ID might know who this guy really is.
OK, I'll finish up here and make a few calls, don't worry.
We will find that henchman
- for you, love. - You're a good man, Rory.
- By the way, you good for meat? - Shade?
Anything?
_ - We found Angie's watch.
The stem's been pulled out. It's been set to 8 o'clock.
Does that mean anything to you?
No.
Have you come across the name Norcon Manufacturing?
Not yet, but I'm on it. Literally right now.
Searching... searching... OK. Contact...
About... Careers...
Looks like a nice place to work. Wait.
Wait, that's the girl!
- The one that was with Angie. - Grace.
Grace Winter. She works there.
Norcon's just down the road. We're headed there now.
Make sure you get those test results back by 2.
Hi, I'm Brian Stevens. I used to be Grace's boss.
What can I help you with?
We're investigating the disappearance of a colleague.
Really?
Anything you could tell us about Grace
- would be helpful. - Not much to tell.
She was an EIT, an engineer in training.
Once her internship was up, we let her go.
Why's that?
Some people aren't cut out for the job.
- OK, but... - I'm in the middle
of a meeting. Sorry about your friend,
but Norcon Manufacturing doesn't have any connection
with Grace Winter anymore.
You can see yourselves out.
Wait!
Do you guys know Grace?
- Do you? - I thought I did.
She was amazing. Here before anyone else every day,
super smart, super sweet...
Then something changed.
Next thing I know, she's being walked out by security.
What changed?
Didn't look like she was sleeping,
barely looked like she was showering.
Last I saw her, she was at 8 Block Diner with Frances.
Who's Frances?
- Town lawyer. - Wait, did you say 8 Block?
Frances eats there every day. You might still catch her.
Thanks, man.
Angie's watch was set to 8.
They're the largest auto parts plant in Southern Ontario.
They seem like a decent company. They have outreach programs,
affiliations with non-for-profits...
They employ thousands of people.
Hm. What exactly do they make?
Primarily vehicle engine batteries
and their charging systems. Hey!
- Catch! - Yo!
Pork loin loaf.
- Thank you. - You're welcome. And...
I got some answers for ya.
Seems this Seamus Meyler guy is really Joel Coleman.
Now, I only got the word of a few crooks to go on,
but it takes one to know one, right?
- Rory, you're an angel. - I know.
Ahem! I'm texting Danica
to see if she can run the name through her system.
- She's not a cop, is she? - No, don't worry about it.
- Can I get you two anything else? - We're good.
- Where's your watch? - I wasn't wearing a watch.
Yeah. No, Grace wasn't
at the Kestins', so maybe the Dawsons.
What two men? Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
I know what can happen if you're even...
OK, we. Just listen to me. I got this.
Don't worry about it. I will take care of it.
We're having lunch?
- Whoa, I thought we were friends.
- Two guys just showed up at Norcon.
They were asking about Grace. Who the hell are they?
- How should I know? - Why were they asking about her?
You'd have to ask them. I told you I work alone.
What's Grace's last name?
What does that have to do with anything?
You have no idea who she is, do you?
Or even what this flash drive is all about.
Get up.
Now.
Danica!
Give me good news.
- Only good news. - Joel Coleman
is in the system. He's been linked to several disappearances.
- Yeah, that's not good news. - I'm sorry. When I heard the name,
I remembered him from an undercover story I did last year.
Coleman is a known fixer for some very powerful people.
He's dangerous.
If this has to do
with the Kestins or the Dawsons, I can't get involved.
Dawsons?
So you're their lawyer. Listen, we went to talk to Wade,
but he sure as hell didn't want to talk to us.
Can you blame him?
- With what happened? - Uh, our friend is missing.
It has something to do
with Grace Winter.
I can have nothing to do with Grace Winter.
At least that's what I was gonna tell her today.
So you know her.
I met with her once.
That's all... that's all I'm gonna say.
I'm sorry I can't help you,
but those phone calls, and then the threatening email...
From whom? Grace?
Wade?
What does all this have to do with Norcon Manufacturing?
I have a family.
Small kids.
You come near me again,
I'm calling the police.
What the hell has Angie gotten herself into?
Norcon really runs the town, huh?
You know, we could help each other.
I'm a private investigator. I've got skills.
Not for long, you don't.
Danica and Kate did some digging.
Two car accidents in this area
in the last six months,
took the lives of an older woman and a young man.
Take a look at this article.
Margaret Kestin and Jason Dawson.
- Both cars used Norcon batteries. - Whew!
- I am starving. - Ange!
- Where have you... - The hell happened to you two?
- I'm the one that got kidnapped.
- Thanks for the clue, by the way.
Hm! Smart fellas.
I didn't know if you'd connect the 8 to the 8.
- Yeah, that was Shade. - We just missed you guys at the house
- on Highway 52. - Who's "We"?
Me and some Matrix wannabe. I managed to grab
- Mr. Smith's phone but it's dead. - Mr. Smith
- is Joel Coleman, known fixer. - Stop it.
Really? We need to find Grace.
Joel still has a gun. He's after her.
Something about a flash drive.
So far we know she interned at Norcon,
an automotive manufacturer.
He mentioned a defect.
- You think Norcon hired him? - I don't know.
- How'd you figure that out?
- He was on and off this thing all day.
Whoever called him last is the person that ratted you two out.
You've reached the campaign office of Harold Powell.
We're sorry we can't take...
How's Powell connected to Norcon?
I have no idea, but we gotta go.
Joel's headed to the Dawsons'.
If Grace is there and something happens to her,
I'll never forgive myself.
Angie?
Oh my god, your face!
- Oh, I've missed your face! - My daughter!
Oh... hi, Mom.
What is my mother doing at the agency?
- You were missing! - Oh my god, Angie, are you OK?
Are you hurt? - I'm fine.
You look super great for having just been kidnapped.
Are you on your way home?
Not yet. We have a girl to save and a fixer to take down.
That's my girl.
OK, send me the address, I'm gonna contact the local sheriff.
OK, we will. In the meantime,
how is Harold Powell connected to all of this?
Harold Powell is on the board of directors for Norcon.
They're his biggest campaign supporter.
So if Norcon gets in trouble
for defective parts that killed people,
Powell's campaign coffers get lighter?
Exactly.
- Joel must have been hired by him. - OK.
Wow. Um, sorry... who are you?
Oh, Kate Bajwa. Associated News Agency.
And my kickass girlfriend.
Oh! Hi, Kate!
So Norcon paid off the Kestins for their silence.
Explains all the new cars. Probably the Dawsons too.
Joel was chasing Grace to get a flash drive.
I bet she was bringing it to the Dawsons to try to get them
to come forward.
She must have proof of everything... the defect,
the cover-up, the payoffs... Grace was the whistleblower.
- We gotta go. - Sweetheart, I love you.
Now you go kick that guy in the crotch for me.
Way ahead of you, Mom.
Get the door.
- Mrs. Dawson? - Yeah.
Please come in.
Step in the room, gentlemen.
Now.
Quite a party you have going on.
So let me guess. You're the two nosy guys
who have been asking a lot of questions
that are really none of your business.
I wouldn't say we're nosy.
No, we just have a healthy sense of curiosity...
- Joel. - How do you know my name?
- We know a lot about you. - We know you're not a very nice guy.
We also know you're gonna be
in a lot of trouble unless you get your hands
on this.
Give me that.
I'm sorry I stole your wallet and got you kidnapped.
When I saw that guy in the train,
I just had to get away without leaving a trail.
I'm just glad you're safe.
Joel was only one piece of the puzzle, though.
- Yeah. - You discovered Norcon
was covering up a defect in the charging system,
- didn't you? - We knew something
was wrong, and then we realised the battery
had a charging system failure that set off sparks
inside the car.
- Starting a fire. - It only happened in one
in 13,000 cars, but when it did... boom.
That's what happened
to the Kestins and the Dawsons, so in exchange for their silence
Norcon was paying them off. Howell was paying them off?
I tried to get the Kestins to come forward,
but they were too scared because of the NDA they'd signed.
But the Dawsons hadn't signed theirs, had they?
Contractually, I couldn't talk to them,
but Powell found out somehow. That's when I noticed
that Joel guy stalking me.
He was lurking around my neighbourhood and my apartment.
So you packed a bag and headed out of the city.
And tried to expose Powell one last time.
You think... you guys could help me do that?
Absolutely, but we're gonna need
- to get your flash drive back.
- Where is this flash drive, anyway?
I think I know.
It was here the whole time.
Yes. I just don't know who to get it to
- so the cover-up gets out there. - Hey, I heard on the news
Powell is speaking at a press conference tomorrow.
I have an idea.
Good afternoon.
What a beautiful day here in the county.
A county with the lowest unemployment rate
and the highest standard of living in the country.
It's been my honour to serve this community
for nearly three decades in the many roles that I've held...
Let's talk about your many lies.
Kate Bajwa, Associated News Agency. What do you have to say
about paying off Norcon to cover up
a manufacturing defect that resulted
in multiple deaths?
I have no idea what you're talking about.
Do you have some idea about your involvement
in settling with the victims' families in exchange
- for their silence? - I can assure my constituents
that none of this is true.
Oh, that's funny, because we have some information
on a flash drive that says different.
Alright,
start it up remotely.
Put that out!
See, this is what I was trying to tell you.
We need to issue a recall for the defective parts.
No, let's not go to the Board just yet.
What are you talking about?
It might be in Norcon's best interest
to stop the distribution of the battery
and settle with the families.
Harold, people are dying.
If Norcon's sales plummet,
people in this county will lose jobs and there's no way
I'll get re-elected without their support.
- You're a liar! - Murderer!
In a hurry? We've got a car waiting out front.
It's got a Norcon battery in it.
You up for a little Russian roulette, Powell?
We'll ensure that Norcon
offers your family a generous settlement.
_
- What's that? - This, my love,
is the key card to the premium underground parking garage.
Detective Powers, are you saying...
That I am no longer in probation and I never have
to shovel snow off my car again and I'm official.
Wait, so Carson never found out?
No, she did. But it turns
out that they've actually had a warrant out
on Joel Coleman for years,
so she was impressed that
I followed my instincts and had him arrested.
Does this call for a celebratory cocktail?
Well, I've already made a reservation on a real patio.
Rooftop-styles.
And I saw your coverage on the news, by the way.
You were on fire.
That's only because this hot detective I know
- gave me the scoop of a lifetime. - Oh, stop.
That's not you.
OK, well, I'll have to kill her, then.
Incumbent candidate Harold Powell
has been arrested and charged
- with fraudulent concealment. - Yes!
Two additional families
from the East Coast have also come forward.
Norcon Manufacturing denies any knowledge of the defect
and the four resulting deaths. With me,
I have Grace Winter, the brave woman
who put her life on the line for the truth.
What was the first indication that something was wrong?
It all started with the battery testing.
We knew something was off.
Thanks for everything today, partner.
Couldn't have asked for a better one.
And hey, thanks for the suggestion
on our take-two weekend.
- I can tell she's legit excited now. - Good.
Sorry I had to punch you in the face.
Oh, I'd do it for you.
I think I'm the third wheel now.
Hey, Joey, Chandler, I've got a train to catch to Quebec.
On y va!
Oh! Allow moi.
Oh, my pork loin! It's ready. Aren't you gonna stay for some?
Sorry, Mom, we can't. We'll be late.
I gotta get home and have dinner with Jules,
but you guys have fun white-water rafting.
- Is no one staying for my pork loin? - I am!
Let's get going, 'cause I actually can't wait.
- Just don't fall out the raft. - You kidding?
She can't wait to fall out!
The falling out's the best part. So much better
than a dusty old BnB. Thank you
for organising this trip so last-minute.
Thanks for coming back to us safe and sound.
You must have been really worried, huh?
Well, I did lose the deposit on the BnB.
Shut up.
Let me put these in the car. Bye, everyone!
See you, Tex.
Well,
- it is good to have you back, partner. - Yeah.
And take care of this thing, you ruffian. It's a bad look
- for the agency. - Yeah, will do. Nora,
always a pleasure.
Zoe, I'll see you in the morning.
- Bye, Mom! - I love you so much, so much,
- so much! - I know. I gotta go.
- I gotta go! - Wait.
- For the train. - OK, you win. Taking the pork loin.
- Au revoir! - À bientôt!
You have been an absolute hero, Zoe.
Oh, please. Tell me more.
You've been pretty amazing yourself.
I really loved having a partner.
And you know,
Angie is really lucky to have you guys loving her
almost as much as I do. It means the world to me.
Cheers.
So, spill the beans.
What do you think of Tex?
I like him.
But he's certainly no Matt Shade.
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Watch an all new Private Eyes, next Monday on Global.
I need some help! Its my wife, something happened to her.
Did she disappear?
Something's wrong. She's a completely different person.
Do you think Clarissa joined a cult?
Are we really gonna follw him in there?
You want me to hold your hand?
Well I wouldn't mind.
The aliens are coming.
We can pretty easily connect
the possibility of life on other planets...
simply using the Drake equation.
Drake?
Like he started at the bottom and now he's in space?
And Shade and Everett are in for a close encounter.
They've landed!
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