There you go. One black coffee for Angie,
and one heart attack in a cup for you.
Just go with cream and sugar dad. It's a tad more
customer-friendly. I see you're sporting
a Full Windsor today. That's pretty spiffy, even for you.
I got a meeting with a client. Some lawyer Angie wants
to make friendly with. Mel something. Apparently
he's a big deal. How big a deal we talkin'?
Front page big.
Naughty Nancy? Don't tell me he's repping her.
You've been following the trial?
Everybody's following it! You can't change the channel
without seeing her psycho mug.
She carved up her husband in cold blood.
I'm not sure which side he's on.
All I know is I'm late. Thanks for these.
Not so fast, young man. I can't let someone
so handsome escape without a couple croissants!
You look like a movie star! It's the Windsor knot, right?
Now come on Shona, be honest. Is it too sexy?
It's not the tie. It's genetics.
What?
Nothing, dad. What?!
Nothing at all!
Thank you, Mrs. Blunton.
And how many glasses of wine had you had
when the argument started? Two, I think. Maybe three.
What happened next?
I told Kyle I wanted a divorce.
How did your husband react? What did I miss?
He locked himself in his man cave.
I went to my bedroom and took a couple diazepam.
The rest of the night is a blur. Not according to your
neighbours, who heard you two arguing until almost midnight.
Or your cleaning lady, who came in the next morning to find
Kyle stabbed to death, and you passed out in the bedroom,
holding the bloody knife. Objection.
Sustained. I didn't kill him,
I swear! You have to believe me.
It's not me you have to convince, Mrs. Blunton,
it's them. And I don't think you're doing a very good job.
Your Honour! I'll withdraw.
This is a witness statement
signed by two neighbours
who overheard the Bluntons arguing at 11:40 PM,
shortly after Mrs. Blunton told her husband
she wanted a divorce.
Nancy, can you please read your husband's final words.
You'll take my money... over my dead body.
Nothing further, Your Honour.
That was painful. I almost felt bad for Naughty Nancy.
A good prosecutor knows when not to pull her punches.
She wasn't just good, she was scary-good.
Kind of like, the love child of the Glenn Close character
in Damages and a barracuda. Shade-
I mean, not that she looked like a barracuda.
That woman could work a power suit.
Is it wrong that I found her sexy?
Shade... I mean, on the one hand
I was terrified, on the other I was kinda turned on.
Shade! OK. Sorry.
Alright, so where is this Mel guy we're meeting?
Matt Shade, meet Melanie Parker.
Our client.
...nice suit.
I am so sorry. If my partner had actually listened
when I explained who we were... It's okay, Ms. Everett.
I just need you to serve some papers, even a jock
can't screw this up. Excuse me.
"Even a jock can't screw this up?"
Let it go, Shade. OK?
This is an important relationship for us.
Alright, I'll just focus on her good qualities. She's got
plenty of those. Do not even think about
going there. Promise me that you will keep this professional.
OK? Prosecutors are an endless source of work.
Aren't you the one who wants to grow the business?
Yeah, grow as in big cases, not serving papers
and bogus skip trace work. Baby steps.
Today we serve papers, tomorrow we do something real.
Have a seat.
So, what is it this time?
A shady realtor eluding the law?
I don't need you to serve papers. This is more delicate.
That's why I was hoping you'd be alone.
Hey, delicate is my middle name.
Actually, it's Kevin. And someone who got
244 penalty minutes during his final season of pro hockey
is not a man I'd describe as "delicate."
You seem to know a lot about me for a woman who thinks
so little of me. Shade's my partner,
and he can be trusted. You have my word.
This is Graham Barker,
juror number five. He's thirty-eight, married,
practicing Catholic. His brother sells stocks,
just like Kyle Blunton, our murder victim.
Sounds like a dream juror. That's what we thought.
My team of jury specialists have him as a near-lock
to hand in a guilty verdict. And yet,
the defence didn't execute their right to strike him.
Maybe they made a mistake. It's possible.
But we've been watching him throughout the trial.
He's been twitchy, nervous, avoiding eye contact.
Signs of guilt. You suspect jury tampering.
I'm not using that phrase yet.
Sidney Woods is a very decent and moral defence attorney,
and I have to believe
that he would not be behind a stunt like this.
But considering the scale and importance of this case,
I need to be certain.
So you want us to follow him. Juror number five.
I want you to confirm if he's been meeting with the defence.
Don't interfere, just observe and report.
Here are some fake summons. If anyone asks,
you're serving papers.
And no matter what happens,
this can never be linked back to me.
I knew it! I had 229 penalty minutes
my final season. She was way off.
OK. Congratulations. Can we focus on the case now?
This guy is the dullest man alive:
banker, married his high school sweetheart,
drives a mini-van, owns a duplex in the burbs...
His photos are so wholesome my gag reflex has been activated.
Any hobbies? Well, unless you count
church barbecues and volunteering at a soup kitchen.
Well, Graham Barker might be nice. But that doesn't mean
we have to be. I like where this is going.
Oh!
Why did I not choose paper?
Paper or plastic, the modern dilemma.
I always bring my own bags to subvert the system.
Here, you can have this. Are you sure?
Yeah, I have a spare.
Yeah, OK.
There you go.
Thank you.
It's nice to know there are kind people in the world.
Kindness is its own reward, miss.
We have ears.
Never trust a woman with spilled fruit.
Delicious casserole, honey.
Is it time for The Bachelor yet?
That's tomorrow, sweetie.
Let's just watch the news. Not while
I'm on jury duty. Maybe there's a new rom-com
on The Netflix. It's like listening to reruns
of the Brady Bunch, without the edge.
I didn't even know that people ate tuna casseroles anymore.
On second thought, I'm gonna go hit
the squash court. Work off some of this casserole.
It's an odd time for a squash fix.
Unless squash is code for bribe,
and he's playing with the defence.
I knew this guy was too nice.
Here he comes.
Where's he going?
That doesn't look much like a YMCA.
Not to mention he didn't take his racquet.
Do you recognize this place? No, I've never been here
in my life. Looks like some kind of club.
Something tells me this isn't listed in the Yellow Pages.
Hahaha! I know, I know.
Hm... He sounds in a good mood.
I think that I'd be happy too if I was about to receive
a sweet payoff from a corrupt defence attorney.
We lost the mic.
You think he's onto us? No. Sometimes they fall off.
We need to get inside. Here.
I'll try to find us a way in.
Do you see anybody?
No, but I hear something.
It sounds like... Rossini?
I thought you didn't listen to classical.
Well, I do when it's Bugs Bunny. Have you never seen
The Rabbit Of Seville?
Hmm, I'm more of a Simpsons girl myself.
I found a door, but it's locked.
Well, Can you jimmy it open?
Shade? You've got company.
That guard's headed your way.
Almost got it!
I think I know why we lost our mic.
Shade!
Guess I didn't meet their dress code.
Are you OK? She put you up to this,
didn't she? She who?
Debbie, my wife. She paid you to follow me!
No, she didn't hire me to follow you.
Look, my name is Bugs Rossini, I'm a reporter.
I heard this building was Selena Gomez's
recording studio. There is not
a recording studio here. You have the wrong address.
My bad. I didn't mean to interrupt your little sex club.
It is not a sex club, OK? It is a nudist club,
where we're free to be in our natural state as God intended.
I believe that God intended you to keep your boys zipped up.
Look, I'm sorry, OK?
I've been stressed as of late.
Yeah, this place? This club get me to relax.
I haven't been able to so since, you know, jury duty.
Well, you seem pretty relaxed to me.
So, if you wouldn't mind...
The defence didn't get to juror number five.
He's a regular Dudley Do-Right, with one minor eccentricity.
Barker likes to let his boys out
for a little afternoon samba, if you know what I'm saying.
He's part of a nudist club,
and his wife doesn't know. He hasn't been to the club
since he started jury duty, which most likely explains
his odd behaviour. So, you have nothing to worry about.
I believe the word you're looking for is congratulations.
I can think of another word.
This arrived in my office 10 minutes ago.
Who sent this?
And how do they know we're working for you?
How am I supposed to know? You're the P.I.s.
All I know is that that's leverage for a mistrial.
Make Nancy's charges disappear or this goes to the press.
Whoever's wrote that wants Nancy to go free, and I'm not about
to be blackmailed because of your incompetence.
Just give us 24 hours. We'll figure this out.
You're damn right you will. Because if this
ends up sinking the biggest case of my career,
you're both going down with the ship.
Morning, Jules. Morning, Dad.
You want in on the pool?
Since when are you into gambling?
We're making bets on when Grandpa and Shona have their
first kiss. 10 buck buy-in, winner take all. I've got
Saturday, Mom next Thursday, and Liam the following Friday.
It's never gonna happen. Dad knows the cardinal rule:
never dip your pen in the company ink.
Alright. Um, he's wearing cologne.
Put me down for Tuesday. Tuesday for what?
Nothin', dad. How you doin'?
Good. Anybody want this more than me?
What?
Well, it just... it smells like you're wearing...
Old Spice. No woman can resist.
What's up with you two? Nothing.
Just wondering how things are going with you and Shona?
Well, there's nothing going on between Shona and me.
Methinks
he doth protest too much. Oh, yeah.
Oh, I can't make pizza night on Saturday.
I got a thing with my boys.
Hmm. A thing with your "boys," huh?
Where exactly is this thing happening?
Oh, it's this little place downtown
called none of your freaking business.
Now if you'll excuse me...
Who's got Saturday? Score one for Jules!
Jules! Get used to it, old man.
Hey, what's your take on workplace romances?
There's not enough tequila in the world, Shade.
No, no. Not me and you. My Dad and Shona.
They run a business together
and things are heating up. It's upsetting the laws of nature.
Well, maybe they just like to hang out.
Or maybe they're soulmates. What the hell does that mean?
That they had instant chemistry.
That they're better together than apart.
That they're the kind of people that connect so well they...
Finish each other's sentences? I was gonna say
"complete each other". Hm. What do you think of that?
The angle's about right.
That tree back there would make a pretty good tripod.
This is exactly where it was taken.
Wait a minute.
What's this? "Wildebeest".
It's one of those gross energy drinks.
So our culprit's a 20-year-old raver?
Menthol.
Who smokes menthols these days?
I have a pretty good idea.
Your wife cheating?
Employees got their hands in the company kitty?
As Friedrich Nietzsche said,
"the best weapon against an enemy is another enemy".
40 years on the job. I'll bust your case wide open.
So remember my name. Norm Glinski.
I put the dick in private dick.
This is a joke, right? There's no way
that guy's a real P.I. Oh, he's real alright.
Used to do work for my dad back in the day.
What's his deal? Glinski was
a forensic accountant for the RCMP.
After he retired, my dad
hired him to work a few P.I. cases.
So what happened? He liked to cut corners.
My father did not.
Right. My dad finally cut him loose
and Glinski never forgave him. Then one day my dad's cousin
got swindled by his financial advisor.
I know the feeling. We investigated on his behalf,
but... couldn't get any traction because the advisor
hired a private investigator to run interference.
A former accountant who knew how to cover his tracks.
Norm Glinski's entire P.I. career is a middle finger to
my father. He will lie, cheat, and steal for whoever's paying.
A shortcut guy. Exactly. There's a right way
and a wrong way to win a case. My dad taught me that.
There he is.
The question is, why is he following around a juror?
Let's find out.
Please state your full name
and occupation for the record. Eleanor Brown.
Founder of Eleanor Brown Investment Securities.
I'm... I was Kyle Blunton's boss.
And do you know the defendant? A year ago I went through
an ugly divorce. Kyle and Nancy helped me through it.
We became friendly. So far your old buddy
hasn't made eye contact with anyone.
Glinski's too smart to show us who he's working for.
Or whoever he's working for isn't here.
And how would you describe Kyle and Nancy's relationship?
Well, like any marriage, it had its ups and downs,
and Kyle sometimes said he had two wives,
Nancy and his job.
But Nancy understood that.
You know, she would never... have...
I know that this is difficult, Ms. Brown,
but I need your help to give context.
The night Kyle was murdered,
he called you at 10:40 PM.
How did he sound?
Scared.
I'd never heard him like that before.
I heard Nancy yelling in the background. I...
I assumed they were having a fight.
I never thought that she...
And why was Kyle calling you?
He was calling to ask me
for the name of my... divorce attorney.
Glinski's on the move.
This is where we divide and conquer.
It doesn't make any sense.
If Glinski's working for the defence, then where is he going?
All I know is if it's Glinski, he's up to no good.
Whoa. I lost him. Hang tight.
Rookie mistake, Everett.
Didn't your daddy ever teach you how to do a proper tail?
When following a mark,
always tuck behind another vehicle.
Thanks for the tip, Glinski.
If I catch you tailing me again,
you're gonna be...
a punchline in heels at the next P.I. convention.
You got that? And here's something else.
"Better a diamond with a flaw
than a pebble without."
Confucius.
He fell for it. Got him?
I got him.
Hey Angie.
Nancy Blunton lives in Forest Hill, right?
Uh, yeah. Uh, 144 Wembly. Why?
Because I think that's where your buddy Glinski's going.
Oh wait. Hold the phone. He's going down the street.
152 Wembly.
Nobody on the juror's list lives there.
It looks like the neighbour's handing Glinski money.
What? Hold on.
Alright, here we go.
Uh, 152 Wembly.
It's a Jerry Macklehearn. He lives alone.
Why would this guy hire Glinski? I'm gonna find out.
Shade...
Shade? Don't do anything stupid.
Now why would I do that?
Shade? Where the hell are you? I'm in the house.
What? What part of "there's a right way and a wrong way to win
a case" don't you understand? Just give me a minute.
Oh, this is so worth it! Turns out our friendly neighbour
may not be so friendly after all.
Dude. We need to talk.
I had nothing to do with the murder.
I was at a Jays game that night. Look, I swear, man.
Nancy and I are just friends. Looks like
more than a friend to me. I'm an architect.
I offered her some advice on a house redesign,
and we became close.
I even helped her kick her diazepam habit.
Well, you did a bang-up job, considering she popped a couple
the night she murdered her husband.
She didn't murder Kyle. How do you know that?
I just do. It's...
Nancy shared everything with me.
Exactly how close were you two?
Nothing happened between us, if that's what you mean.
We both agreed to wait 'til after her divorce.
You knew she was planning a divorce?
I was the one who suggested it.
Kyle was a dirt bag.
You know, every time Nancy
went to go visit her mom, or spend the weekend
horseback-riding, he'd bring over one of his mistresses.
So I decided to get some evidence.
Hence these photographs.
I realized he must have been sneaking them
in through the back. So I hid outside and took these.
And who is she?
I don't know.
And why didn't you show these to the cops?
I was worried I would look like a crazed Peeping Tom,
which would only make things worse for Nancy.
So you're not connected to the defence team at all?
No.
But I couldn't just stand by and do nothing.
So I found a P.I. who promised to turn things around
for Nancy in exchange for five grand.
Thanks.
Angie?
You're not gonna believe what your pal Glinski's been up to.
2000 years ago Aristotle said, "We are what we repeatedly do."
Hey!
A client presents you with information
that could impact a murder trial and your first move
is to rig the jury?
Don't come in here all high and mighty, Everett.
Oh, you are interfering with this justice system
and you know it. What "justice system?"
Media's already
declared Nancy guilty, her lawyer incompetent...
So you thought you'd take matters into your own hands,
is that it? Just rig the verdict
and blackmail some poor juror with naked photos?
Oh! That's what Barker was doing.
You took our picture and sent it to Mel!
Don't lecture me, Everett! So I was planning
a little jury tampering. So what?
You were planning the same thing.
We were investigating you! Po-tay-to, po-tah-to.
These games stop now. Or I'm gonna get your licence revoked.
Forget it, Everett. You've got nothing on me.
...Everett. So I was planning
a little jury tampering.
So what? You were planning the same thing.
Rookie mistake, Glinski.
Never shoot your mouth off unless you know who's listening.
What do you want? For you to leave
the jurors alone. And stop threatening Mel.
You got it.
And get and air freshener.
It reeks in here.
Well done, Everett.
Just ignoring one thing:
Nancy Blunton
didn't kill her husband. Are you actually trying
to convince me that you care about this woman?
How many murders have you seen committed on diazepam?
Downers don't ignite anger,
it suppresses it. Well, you should get a bowl
of them handy for your clients. Funny, Everett!
That's funny. In the meantime, Nancy gets to spend
25 years of her life in jail for a crime she didn't commit.
Glinski won't be a problem anymore.
Then what's the matter?
Nothing. Why?
Well, you get this crinkle in your brow when you worry.
OK, fine.
Look, Glinski might be a cheater,
but he's got good instincts. He made a good point
about the diazepam. If he thinks Nancy Blunton's innocent,
there might be something to it.
So we present the evidence, let the courts sort it out.
By the time that happens, Nancy will be convicted.
An appeal could take years.
So what are you saying?
We need to find something concrete.
Are you suggesting we try to dig up evidence to help Nancy?
Our client, the prosecutor, isn't going to like that much.
Mel doesn't need to know. But all we have to go on
is a blurry photograph of Kyle's supposed lover. How are we
supposed to find her? Eleanor Brown said that
work was Kyle's second wife.
Maybe there was a reason for that.
I think I need to pay her a visit.
Eleanor?
Yes?
Angie Everett, Everett Investigations.
Do you know this woman? Well, that's Sadie Tufts.
What's this about?
I'm tying up some loose ends for Prosecutor Mel Parker.
Did Ms. Tufts work with Kyle?
Well, she was his assistant. But he fired her months ago.
Because they were having an affair.
I am not at liberty to discuss the private lives
of my former employees. Please, Ms. Brown.
It's possible that Nancy Blunton didn't murder Kyle.
Well, you think Sadie Tufts did?
Was she upset about being fired?
Could she have been holding a grudge?
I'm not sure about that. If Nancy's innocent,
don't you think that every lead should be followed?
Thanks for coming in, Sadie. Can you tell us about
your relationship with Kyle? Sure.
Kyle and I had a fling, but I was the one who called it off.
And then you were fired. That must have been
quite the gut punch. Well, it was actually
a relief. I knew it was coming.
When I ended the affair, Kyle turned everyone against me.
I got so paranoid I started secretly backing up my files.
The old build-up-ammo- in-case-you-get-fired trick.
Exactly, but then the company gave me
a generous severance package and I had no reason to use it.
Doesn't mean that you weren't still pissed at Kyle.
I know where this is going, and I was in Edinburgh
when he was murdered. Cousin's wedding.
Did you ever notice Kyle acting odd?
Worried about something? Somebody?
Because of the alarm thing you mean?
What alarm thing? His house alarm.
He was obsessed with it. He'd turn it on as soon
as we were inside. As if anyone would want to steal
one of his stupid brass tigers. He would arm the alarm
even when he was home? Always.
I had to text him whenever I'd arrived so he could shut it off.
He made me park at a nearby ice rink.
Wouldn't it have been easier just to give you the code?
He didn't trust anyone with that code.
Not even his cleaning lady. The cleaning lady?
One day he gets this call at work.
She triggered the alarm by accident.
He wouldn't even text her the code then.
He drove over there just to deal with it himself.
Nancy Blunton may be innocent.
We have two new witnesses who claim Kyle was paranoid,
his mistress and a neighbour. Apparently his alarm was on all the time.
What does this have to do with you and the picture
of juror number five? Nothing. We took care of that.
But we discovered the cleaning lady didn't have the alarm code,
which suggests that someone turned it off during the night.
Which means Kyle may have let in his own murderer.
Who asked you to do this? We were just being thorough.
You work for me, not the defence.
But you might be sending an innocent woman to jail.
Look at all the evidence! The unsubstantiated accounts
of a jilted ex-lover and a stalker?
Isn't this at least worth taking a look at?
I mean, don't you wanna file a... get an injunction to...
to... stop the court
from doing what it does?
I am a prosecutor. It's my job to convict her,
not to root around for conspiracy theories.
So you're not gonna do anything?
Now that you mention it, I am:
You're fired.
Joke's on her. The job was already over.
Look, I know you were hoping for a long-term relationship,
but we're better off without her.
We don't need Mel. We need evidence that proves our theory.
You're still convinced Nancy's innocent.
I don't know. But I won't be able to sleep at night
without knowing for sure. Yeah, so what do we do?
We talk to her. We tried that already.
Not Mel. Nancy.
This is highly unorthodox.
You got another ace up your sleeve?
We only need five minutes.
Sid? What's going on? It's OK.
Here we go.
I'm Angie Everett. This is my partner, Matt Shade.
Do you mind if we ask you a few questions?
The alarm in your house.
Was it on the night that Kyle was killed?
Well, I'm sure it was. And you didn't
turn it off? To leave, take a walk?
I wasn't lucid enough to leave my room,
let alone the front door. When the maid
arrived in the morning, the alarm was switched off.
Now according to our sources, she didn't have the code.
So if you didn't disable it,
then Kyle most likely did. Possibly to let someone in.
Wait, are you saying... Wait. Wait. Wait.
Just stop right there, OK? The interview's over. Guard!
Sid... It's OK. No. No.
It's fine. Would you take Mrs. Blunton back to her cell?
No, Sid, wait, please... No. No. No.
They're... no. It's OK.
Trust me. It's OK. OK.
What are you doing?
How dare you give my client false hope like that?
False hope? Her alarm... Was turned off. At 11:17 PM.
Wait. You know about that? From the alarm company
records. I'm her defence attorney. What the hell
do you think I've been doing? Then why haven't you raised it
in court? Nancy Blunton doesn't remember
a single thing that happened after 9:30 PM.
If I bring up the alarm, the prosecution will attack
her character all over again, and that works against
everything I'm building. You think she did this.
My job is not to judge.
My job is to deliver the best possible outcome for my client.
By throwing in the towel and gunning for a lesser sentence.
That woman may be innocent, and you're leaving out
the fact that Kyle may have let someone else in.
A reasonable doubt only exists when there's another suspect.
You want to help Nancy?
Find someone else who could have done this.
Otherwise, I suggest you stay the hell away from this court.
Whoa. A three croissant morning. Trouble in lawyer land?
No, it's all good, dad. By all good I mean we got fired.
Oh, I'm sorry, Matt.
I assume there's a principled reason.
What if I told you I believe Nancy is innocent?
Considering that you were working for the prosecution,
I'd say this whole getting-fired thing is starting to make sense.
Angie and I found evidence in her favour, but it's not enough.
Some mountains are too big to climb, son.
Take it from me, a man needs to know when to cut his losses.
Trouble in Shona land?
Yeah, it uh... remains unexplored territory.
And what about your date on Saturday?
No, there is no date. Turns out she just wanted me
to go over next year's business plan for the Red Bird.
Well, it's a long game, Dad.
You still have time for a comeback.
Yeah, well... probably just as well.
You called it, son.
Business and pleasure don't mix.
Hey. What's up? Sidney said we needed
to find another suspect for Kyle's murder, right?
What if the motive wasn't personal, it was business?
He screwed someone at work, but not in the literal sense?
Eleanor Brown said, "Work was his other wife"
What if he pissed off the wrong client?
Sadie Tufts said she secretly copied all his files.
Maybe she still has them on a hard drive?
Alright, I'll give her a call. I'll see you at the agency.
Thanks, dad. OK. Have a good one.
Sadie didn't tell you
what any of this stuff was? No. She didn't know.
She just copied it off Kyle's computer.
Well, this is hopeless! I mean, none of us
know anything about finance. Then let's get some help.
Who do you know who's an expert
at screwing people over financially?
No. No way.
Do not make me do this.
"Happiness is a continuation of happenings
which are not resisted." Deepak Chopra.
I need your accounting expertise,
not a philosophy lesson.
You flatter me. But you're wasting your time.
There's the exit. You said yourself
that Nancy didn't do it. I managed to track down
Kyle's work files. I've got bank records and trade confirmations,
loan contracts... And you think
that I'm going to magically find a new suspect in there?
It's worth a shot. I mean,
you know more about this than anyone on Sid's defence team.
If we can produce new evidence
that Kyle left a shady finance trail,
then maybe we can raise the spectre of other suspects.
My jury tampering plan was so much simpler.
Are you gonna help us or not?
For you, a special rate. Double.
You know, there was a time when my dad believed in you.
Guess I thought there was a soul in there.
Boy, did I think wrong.
Zoe, what's the status with the jury?
They're on recess, but they're about to start final arguments.
Damn it. OK, call us if anything changes.
Alright. Let's go through this one more time.
Alright. 6 PM,
Kyle sets the alarm. 9:30, Nancy tells him
she wants a divorce, and a fight breaks out.
And Kyle locks himself in his man cave,
Nancy goes to the bedroom.
She pops a few diazepam say, 10:00.
10:40, Kyle calls his boss Eleanor
to ask her for her lawyer's name.
11:17, Kyle shuts off the alarm.
11:40, Kyle yells,
"You'll take my money over my dead body."
Except...
Kyle was broke. Norm Glinski.
I hear you do a pretty good impression of a private eye.
Matt Shade. I heard you did a good impression
of a hockey player. Hey! You don't get to make fun
of my partner, that's my job. What do you mean,
Kyle was broke? I looked through
the prospectus documents on the stocks that Kyle was peddling.
Phony paper? Ponzi scheme!
Except I don't think Kyle knew about it.
He transferred two hundred grand
of his own funds into company bonds;
nobody working a Ponzi scheme would use his own money.
What if Kyle found out that night his bonds were worthless?
By talking to Eleanor.
Asking if he could cash them out
in order to hide his assets from Nancy in the divorce.
Kyle finds out
that his wife's gonna take him to the cleaners.
So he calls Eleanor at 10:40
to help him hide his assets.
But by then, Nancy's out like a light.
So he invites Eleanor over to approve the transaction.
Shuts off the alarm to let her in.
Once there, she's forced to admit
that the portfolio is worthless. If I'm Kyle,
I demand payment,
using my knowledge of her scam as leverage.
And if I'm Eleanor,
I'm gonna want to shut him up.
Ideally forever. Holy crap.
Are we saying what I think we're saying?
If we're right,
at 11:40,
when people said Kyle yelled
"You'll take my money over my dead body..."
He wasn't yelling at Nancy,
he was yelling at the real murderer...
Eleanor Brown.
Oh yeah, that big murder case.
The house is just around the corner from here.
This woman. We need to know if she ever parked here.
It would have been maybe two months ago?
Yeah, I remember her.
Yeah, she parked right over there.
White luxury sedan.
Are you sure? Hard to forget,
she was acting strange. She was wearing a big fur coat,
but she came back with it rolled up under her arms,
even though it was freezing out. So you talked to her?
Yeah. I checked to see if she was drunk, but she seemed fine.
Said she just spilt wine on it,
I kept wondering why she didn't wear it anyways.
Thanks, you've been a big help.
Hundred bucks says that wasn't wine
on that coat. That was blood.
Kyle made her park here, just like Sadie Tufts. He didn't want
his neighbours to know he was hiding his money.
We need to go see Mel. Not without proof.
We've got the Ponzi scheme which implies motive,
evidence that the alarm wasn't set, and now this guy
puts Eleanor here on the night of the murder.
We can't cut any corners, OK? There's a right way
and a wrong way to win a case. What are you doing?
Texting Zoe. If Eleanor's at the court again,
there's a parking lot we need to visit.
Eleanor's still here. The jury
started deliberating an hour ago, but the judge hasn't
released anyone yet. They're saying it could be any minute.
Well, that doesn't sound good. Keep us posted, Zoe.
We need to get there before the jury comes back.
This is Eleanor's car, right?
Well, it's the only white luxury sedan here.
Hold this up as high as you can.
Why am I standing here like an idiot?
Well, I need you to be my amplifier. The idiot part
I can't help you with. We're directly under the courtroom.
So this will amplify the signal from the key
in Eleanor's pocket. What happened to the whole
"right way, wrong way" thing? It's time sensitive.
Higher.
You really think this car is going to get hacked
by some cheap piece of...
Thank you, mother Russia.
What's that? Luminol spray.
Look! It's blood!
OK, gotta go.
Got it.
Ladies and gentlemen, have you reached your verdict?
We have, Your Honour. Here!
Stop! Hold the court!
Order!
Order! Your honour, please.
Um... look! Shade,
what the hell are you doing? This is the trunk
of Eleanor Brown's car. She went to go see Kyle that night.
You gotta trust us.
Your Honour, I need to request a recess.
On what grounds? On the grounds
of needing time to process fresh evidence.
If this proves to be valid,
it would not be in the public interest
to continue prosecution against Nancy Blunton.
Request granted. Court adjourned.
Officer, don't let her leave!
In a stunning development,
charges against Nancy Blunton have been dropped while
a new suspect emerges in Eleanor Brown, Kyle Blunton's boss.
Ms. Brown is believed to have been operating
a Ponzi scheme which the victim threatened
to expose when... Something tells me we
haven't heard the last of this case.
There's an online pool about who's gonna play Nancy
in the movie. Really?
Yeah. Honey, maybe you should
lay off the gambling for a while, you know...
given Gramps and Shona, and... I still can't believe it.
They had chemistry. And the cologne!
I was definitely seeing lip-lock on Saturday.
Yeah, well... You're not the only one.
Don't look so guilty,
I knew what you guys were doing.
I almost put a tenner down on Saturday myself.
Oh, crap. I'm late. Gotta go, don't wait up!
Have fun! Take care!
Angie hates that one.
Pool for when they first kiss?
The way he's going, I'll put a tenner on never.
Worth every penny.
How did it feel to be one of the good guys again?
Don't get sentimental on me, Everett.
It was a one shot deal.
Well, you didn't charge me double, so...
Maybe there's a soul in you yet.
You did most of the work,
and as a wise man once said,
"A good work ethic
is the only investment that never fails."
Which of your gurus is it this time?
No, it was a man I should've listened to more often
when he was around.
Your father.
Oh, the hockey player!
You actually paid that clown?
Meh. I needed the tax write off.
That crinkle-in-your-brow thing, you're doing it again.
I just... I feel bad about how things ended with Mel.
We blew the biggest case of her career.
Well, let me see what I can do.
No, Shade... Oh, come on!
We're partners now. You vouched for me going into this.
Let me see if I can fix it.
Mr. Shade. Shut the door.
Sit down.
So, any developments today?
The police executed a search warrant of Eleanor Brown's house
this morning. They found a fur coat, dry cleaned the day
after the murder. Tag still on it.
Oh. Sounds like someone's covering their tracks.
Not well enough. Forensics can detect blood months later.
And the blood splatter you found
sealed the case. Hm.
Now look at us making small talk.
Without all that chirpy lipping
you were so famous for on the ice.
You really know how to get under a person's skin.
I'm sorry for losing you your case.
Don't apologize for doing your job. That's what
I hired you for. And then you fired us.
Wait a second. Was that part of your plan?
Don't make me smarter than I am.
All I know is that emotions
push people to work harder,
and I needed the evidence to be airtight.
Besides, when justice prevails, we all win, right?
Join me for a drink?
Uh... yeah.
Love to.
Watch a new episode of Private Eyes, next Thursday on Global.
Next Thursday on a new Private Eyes.
You haven't told her about us yet, have you?
Shade has a sexy secret.
You're wearing the same shirt as yesterday.
You're dating someone.
But Angie has a few secrets of her own.
Who is that guy?
The one that got away.
An old flame is in some hot water.
I think your judgement is being clouded
by McDreamy back there.
Can she help him without getting burned?
You need to watch your step around this guy.
Why all the mystery?
You've got quite an imagination.