So there I am, staring down the business end of a pistol,
wondering when my life is gonna start
- flashing before my eyes... - Stop.
Stop. How do you find this all so thrilling?
Angie just got shot a few months ago.
Yeah. She didn't let that slow her down. She killed the lights.
I dove for cover. No one got hurt.
And I got this super cool... souvenir.
It got lodged in the book that saved me.
Whatever happened to good old-fashioned infidelity cases?
Insurance scams? More paperwork, less life-threatening peril.
Well, when a client calls,
you never know where the case is gonna take you.
Besides, a little danger brings a little...
- spice to life, don't you think? - Mmhm.
Great sense of humour, excellent butt,
everything I ever wanted in a boyfriend...
but dodging death?!
Come on. I've got a daughter.
I'm never gonna put myself in any real danger.
And yet, this is it for you?
For the first time since...
I don't know, maybe... hockey,
I can't really see myself doing anything else.
As difficult as my job can be...
- I could never give it up. - Exactly.
Hey.
- Uh-huh. OK. - I'm on my way.
Good morning, ladies.
You know the markup on store-bought coffee is criminal.
Right? That $4 a day adds up.
You put that 120 bucks a month
into the market or even an ETF and boom!
Next, you'll be coming after my avocado toast.
No, please. Let us millennials have something good.
Zoe, our new case wouldn't have anything to do
with a financial advisor or accountant, would it?
She prefers the term financial health coach.
Her name is Laila Maxton, aka the Money Maven,
specializes in helping couples manage their money
- and their relationships. - Hm.
And what does she need our help for?
Well, she wouldn't say over the phone.
And she was whispering, which was weird.
I can't seem to find any intel on Laila before six years ago.
No socials, no alumni university records.
Someone's protective of their privacy.
It's all very mysterious.
Pull up here on the right.
Penelope symbol. It's on all the neighbouring houses too.
Protective of her privacy might be an understatement.
Rich person, big house, electric fence.
Is it bad I'm hoping she cloned a dinosaur?
Welcome, Mr. Shade, Ms. Everett.
Laila has been expecting you.
Oh. That's... nice?
Not creepy at all.
Ms. Maxton, it's so nice to...
- Thank you, Penelope. That will be all.
Thank you for coming.
- Is someone in the house? - No.
Well, yes. Penelope.
She is my smart house voice service.
I just thought it'd be better that I prepare you out here
rather than in there.
I'd hate to offend her if I'm wrong.
I called you because I don't trust the police
not to laugh me out of my own house.
And why would they do that?
I deal in finance...
numbers, logic, reality.
What I'm about to tell you may come across as... paranoid.
It's Penelope.
I think my smart house is trying to kill me.
- Synced and corrected by chamallow - - www.addic7ed.com -
Every home in the community are smart houses.
A month ago, the tech company offered us the chance
to be beta testers for a new upgrade: Penelope.
Hello, Laila. How can I help?
That will be all, Penelope.
Each time you say her name, she listens and responds.
That's why I didn't wanna discuss the thing in front of her.
I was always curious about how these smart homes work.
Penelope, what's in my fridge?
Two organic smoothies,
one container of pickles, four bottles of Sauvignon Blanc.
I'd lie and say I was preparing for company,
but you two are investigators.
No judgment. Can it turn off the lights?
Penelope, turn off kitchen lights.
Penelope, you can turn them back on.
Penelope, turn ovens off!
- Damn! Has she done this before? - Every day's a different kind of crazy.
And the last two have gotten worse.
Well, if you're beta testing the house,
maybe these are just glitches.
Everything was fabulous until earlier this week.
The alarm just started going off every hour on the hour.
Did you call the company?
They have no record of the alarms.
No record either of the lights that started
going on in my bedroom in the middle of the night.
Or the speakers that started crackling.
Yesterday, my closet door slammed
while I was walking through it,
knocked me down and smacked me on the back of my head.
It felt deliberate.
Is the house only controlled by voice?
You can use this too.
It's supposed to keep a record of all commands.
And as you can see...
We noticed your electric fence.
Is that standard on all Penelope smart homes?
I'm more cautious than most.
Millions worth of art will do that.
Can you think of anyone that would wanna mess with you?
A successful woman in the financial sector
can always still ruffle feathers.
- Boys club, you know? - Yeah.
And has anything out of the ordinary happened in the last week or so,
before all this started?
No.
Who's that?
Georgina Longford, my nosy neighbour.
And how well do you get along with her?
The house is trying to kill me. That's a new one.
I like her. I get it. No one's gonna take
financial advice from someone who thinks
- their house is a mastermind of doom. - Hey.
- Hey! Wait! - Hey! Private investigators! Stop!
Don't think I stopped because I felt I had to.
- I know PIs aren't cops. - Georgina Longford?
- Obviously. - I'm Angie Everett.
This is Matt Shade. We're investigating some...
suspicious activity in the neighbourhood.
Started with Ms. Maxton, did you? Good call.
She stays up all hours and makes sure I do too.
Every light in the house on, music blaring.
- And this started when? - Two nights ago. I was up.
I'm on a cleanse. Couldn't get back to sleep after her cacophony.
Ms. Maxton says you've been giving her the cold shoulder.
- Did she do something to offend you? - She's loud. She's aloof.
She never comes to my Labour Day barbeques.
- Maybe she's just busy. - Too busy for crudité?
Please.
Why were you just watching her house?
I don't need to justify myself to you.
People in the neighbourhood go missing,
- I know whose backyard I'm checking first. - Yeah.
She did confirm Laila's story about the music
and the lights though.
Is that the security alarm?
Sounds like a smoke detector.
Come on! Penelope! Turn smoke detectors off!
Is she doing this? I mean, is it doing this?
They all went off at once!
Penelope, is there a fire in the house?
All smoke alarms are in perfect working order
and will alert you to any dangerous situation involving fire.
I swear she's trying to drive me crazy!
I don't even know where to start with this smoke detector.
Can't switch it off with a broom handle, that's for sure.
There's no record of the alarms. Tech support said they'd send someone.
Do you ever think about selling this place?
Or hiring an exorcist?
I would never sell this house.
I've spent six years making it my home, my safe haven.
I can't just start over.
Welcome, Bryce.
- It's nice to see you. - Hey, Penelope.
- How's it hangin'? - It's hanging just fine, thank you.
- Are you here to service me? - Ugh.
Really gotta get the coders to change the script on that one.
Hi! I'm Bryce from Penelope Intuitive.
I hear you have a glitch?
OK. So I have some good news, but, um,
it's not really good news, I don't think, because, uh...
You can't find anything wrong.
Penelope is fully functional.
Functional, punctual, and always turned on.
Isn't that right, Bryce?
At the risk of sounding like a grandmother, couldn't we just...
_
- Uh, short answer: no. - What's the long answer?
Absolutely not.
Part of the upgrade means that everything in the house
is fully integrated with the Penelope system, from the electrical,
the plumbing, the appliances.
You turn Penelope off, and all you've got is a playhouse.
I also agreed to keep Penelope running for six months.
Contractually, I'm obligated.
I was gonna gloss over all that legal-eagle stuff, but yeah.
Ms. Maxton, can you grab me the upstairs tablet?
- Sure. - Thanks.
Excuse me.
Look, um... I didn't wanna say this in front of Ms. Maxton
'cause she seems real high-key stressed out, but...
98% of glitches are user error.
Any chance her Penelope is being controlled by someone else?
What, like hacked? No. No way.
Well...
OK, I could get fired for saying this, but...
the system is new. All right? It's a beta. Duh.
And definitely vulnerable.
Would you be able to tell if it was breached?
I'm not cleared to make that kind of deep dive.
But I can put a work order in.
How long would that take?
Well, it's Friday, so... maybe by Wednesday?
Hm? My energy drink! Mine! Mm!
Tell me you've gotten out of that chair in the last three hours?
One does not simply go down one Reddit thread.
I watered it down an hour ago
and added some of your green juice powder.
Thankfully, my hours of wading through
AI conspiracy theories have paid off.
I think I found Penelope's Achilles heel.
Remember when my neighbour's phone accidentally synced
- to my Bluetooth speakers? - Yes.
Three days of Zoe with Nickelback stuck in her head.
Crazy times.
Anyway, according to some of the chats that I lurked,
the same thing could be happening here:
one smart home accidentally syncing to another.
So someone else's signal could be controlling Laila's Penelope?
Maybe that's why nothing's showing up on Laila's tablet.
It's not her Penelope sending signals to the house.
Georgina Longford.
Penelope's glitches are like classic torture techniques:
sleep deprivation, starvation.
Keeping a woman from her wine.
She must've discovered that her house was linked to Laila's
and took the opportunity to retaliate.
That must have been some crudité platter.
I don't know. I think smart houses are overrated.
Too many bells and whistles. Something can always go wrong.
But for your freezer to tell you when you're almost out of ice cream?
For your front door to lock automatically? Come on.
No. Nothing worth having is easy.
Spoken like someone who's never had a pizza pocket.
- Gate's open. That's weird. - Shade, look at the house.
Ms. Everett, Mr. Shade,
what a pleasure to see you.
Laila?
Penelope, where's Laila?
It's been a tough day.
Laila is relaxing in her steam room.
Please, won't you come through?
She'll be most happy to see you.
Laila?
- Looks like a '90s music video. - Or a horror film.
Nothing good ever comes out of the mist.
Penelope, open the steam room door.
The door is open.
See what I said about the mist?
Angie?
No Laila.
Penelope, open the steam room door!
The door is open.
The door to the steam room is not open. I should know,
I'm standing right in front of it.
Ah, now I'm talking to a house.
Ooh. All right.
- So this is how we're gonna go. - Yeah.
Steamed to death.
At least our corpses will be wrinkle-free?
Ooh.
My clothes are sticking to me everywhere.
Hey, remember that time we got stuck in the freezer?
Doesn't seem so bad now.
Last time I was this hot,
there were palm trees and mojitos.
- Ah, and a red bikini. - What?
Yeah, you showed me the pictures. Remember?
Oh. I need to take my shirt off.
Yeah, me too.
Let's sit down. Conserve energy.
How can you be so calm?
I'm too hot to be anything else.
Besides, we'll get out of this.
And why is that?
Because we always do.
- Yeah, we're good that way. - We sure are.
You're the best.
I mean... we're the best.
Ah, you're cute when you're not making sense.
Oh, stop!
- Don't look at me like that. - Like what?
Those eyes... so blue, like...
like water, like...
- cold, cold, cold water. - Oh, yeah.
- I gotta take my pants off. - Oh, God. Me too.
OK.
- Oops! Did I just... was that? - Sure was.
Sorry.
It's OK.
Damn, still no cell service.
Ugh, this stupid door!
- And stupid Penelope. - The door is open.
Shut up!
Laila's got all this security. Why?
Maybe she's been hurt before.
- Living in fear is no way to live. - Yeah.
- Breaking down walls can be hard. - Yeah, tell me about it.
What are we talking about?
I'm not exactly sure.
- My brain is melting. - Mine too.
Matt! Angie! What happened?
I don't think your house is just trying to kill you.
- What? - It just tried to kill us too.
Well,
I'm officially done with spa days.
On the plus side, your skin looks fantastic.
Thanks.
Let's put some of those sulphites and acids back into our system.
I think we've earned it.
I'm so sorry I wasn't there.
It was a last-minute meeting with a client.
We're just happy you came home before we went the way of dumplings.
- We need to get you into a hotel. - No kidding.
I'm not going back to my home until you figure this out.
I'll get you the codes to the house, the gate.
You two will figure it out, right?
Uh, we still need to eliminate your nosy neighbour as a suspect.
Can you think of anyone who would wanna hurt you?
- Someone with a grudge? - No.
Well, maybe Kenneth Mayweather.
- The entrepreneur? - Yeah.
He tried to sue me two years ago.
He said that my first book stole from his blog posts.
It barely made it to court before being tossed out.
- He doxxed me right after. - Doxxed?
Published my address on the internet.
It scared the hell out of me, but nothing came of it.
Well, it says here Mayweather just invented an app
called Abounding Life. Apparently, it's quite profitable.
- So he knows his way around a computer. - I'll say.
Maybe I'll pay Kenneth a little visit tomorrow,
see if he's gotten more creative with his revenge plans.
- You wanna take another run at Georgina? - Oh, yeah.
Looking forward to it.
- Stop! - AH!
What are you doing here? This is private property!
So is the fence you're about to prune.
Destruction of property is a serious offence.
Fine. I'm guilty.
But I think I'm justified
given my deep personal loss as a result of her stupid fence.
OK. Um, now, I'm at a loss.
Lady Paw Paw.
My cat.
- Oh, dear. - She rubbed herself up against this spot here.
Must've given good scritches
for a few seconds, and then...
And you've been taking vengeance ever since,
using your Penelope system to mess with Laila's,
keeping her up at night,
- trapping me and my partner in the steam room. - Now, hold on a minute!
The only thing I've done
is try to cut power to this monstrosity!
Then you won't mind me seeing your Penelope system.
Happy to.
- Really? - On one condition.
Talk to Ms. Maxton about her fence.
My opinion? Someone with voltage this high
has something to hide.
Hello?
Well, this place is definitely a front.
OH! You scared me!
Sorry. I was plugging in my phone.
Are you guys, um, moving?
- Remodeling? - Oh, we're downsizing to... basically me.
But... who knows how much longer I have left after the sale.
- Abounding Life sold? - Yep!
Finalized this week sometime. They won't tell me when.
Obvi. My life?
Totally flying apart right now.
OK. Uh, well, I have a meeting with Mr. Mayweather in five minutes.
You're lucky! He only makes contact once a week.
- Makes contact? - Mmhm.
Hi. You've got Kenneth. Who am I speaking to?
Matt Shade. I'm a private investigator.
Yeah. A cool line of work.
Anyone ever tell you you look like that hockey player...
I am that hockey player.
Listen. Have you had any contact with Laila Maxton recently?
Laila Maxton. No, I haven't.
Uh-huh. Do you know anything about Penelope Smart Homes?
Not much. Is Laila in trouble?
Did she make a bad investment?
There's been a few incidents,
- and, given your history, I thought... - Whoa.
OK. That was in the past, man.
I'm 3000 clicks from Toronto.
This is the only spot where I get reception.
I'm off the grid. But, uh...
- You ever look into the rumours? - What rumours?
About Laila's past, who she really is.
Did you find something? Was it Georgina?
Zoe scanned through Georgina's logs.
Her Penelope system's clean.
She barely uses it to do more than turn on lights.
What about Kenneth?
No. He's in the middle of the B.C. wilderness.
- Not our guy. - Then why am I here?
You... kept something from us, Laila.
Laila Myers.
The same Laila Myers who, six years ago, was kidnapped.
Ernest was one of my first clients.
I didn't know the money he invested was earmarked
for the down payment on a house.
The investment was high risk.
It tanked.
He lost everything.
When he followed my advice and told his fiancée...
she left him.
And... he blamed you for all of it?
He didn't just blame me.
He abducted me...
took me to his apartment...
and tied me up in a chair.
I was able to...
use my foot to pull a blind off a window.
Thank God someone saw me...
and called the police.
That explains all the security in your house.
Ernest was sentenced to 10 years in prison.
I have four more years until he's released.
That's why there's no information on you
beyond six years ago.
I moved, rebranded...
changed my name.
I didn't want my new business, my new life,
to be about surviving a kidnapping.
And you didn't trust us to keep your secret?
I don't trust anyone.
Plus, I thought if I told you, you'd think that I was just
a traumatized woman being paranoid.
I knew I couldn't let that son of a bitch define me.
It's hard enough as a woman, never mind a Black woman,
to make it in the world of finance.
And everything I've done since then has been to make sure
that nothing like this happens again.
And now, look. Sometimes, I wonder...
is it me?
You didn't do anything to deserve this.
We're gonna take you back to your hotel.
And you're gonna stay there, and we are going to solve this.
- OK? - OK.
That guy grabbed her from the entrance of her own condo.
No wonder she built herself a fortress.
Yeah. Imagine living like that...
always afraid it'll happen again.
Do you feel like that?
Because of the shooting, I mean.
I did.
Only because I wasn't dealing with it.
Uh, don't tell anyone, but...
...I've been keeping a journal,
and... it actually helps
with feelings and all that.
What?!
Only you would think that keeping a journal is so radical.
Stop it! It is to me.
Anyhow...
if this job actually scared me, I don't...
think I'd be able to do it anymore.
You two are careful though, right?
Of course. Always.
Life, cases, I mean...
you never know how it's gonna go down, and...
...we can't predict everything.
Zoe? Take a deep breath
and repeat what you just told me.
Laila was right. Ernest Coleman wasn't due
to be released until four years from now.
I'm sensing a "but."
He got out early for good behaviour.
And guys...
he's in Toronto.
The agency said he's somewhere on the fifth floor.
- Ernest Coleman? - Jeez, man!
Don't come at me from a blind spot!
I've got this desk booked 'til 10, so.
- Where were you today? - OK. Back up, pal.
I'm gonna need a name or something before you start interrogating me.
Matt Shade, private investigator.
Currently, I'm being employed by Laila Myers.
Oh, man. Uh...
Well, I haven't seen her for six years,
and, legally, I'm never allowed to see her again.
- Because you kidnapped her. - 'Cause I lost hundreds of thousands of dollars
and, yes, I blamed her.
One sec.
Mrs. Lewis! Hi! How are you?
Hey, can we circle back in a couple of minutes?
Aw, thank you.
That's a client.
Mister, uh... Shade, is it?
Look, I got two things out of prison, OK?
Counselling and an education,
so I know that I'm responsible for my own financial ruin.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
But I'm also responsible for making my own future.
And what kind of future is that?
Graphic design.
I'm, uh, kind of a wiz.
And people don't ask freelancers for criminal checks, so
this is my second chance, and I will not be screwing it up.
Still haven't told me where you were today.
I have a deadline, so I was here.
And if you don't believe me, you can ask my parole officer.
She can track my every move. Technology...
...it's everywhere!
Mrs. Lewis, sorry about that!
Hey. So Ernest Coleman's parole officer
confirmed he was at work all day.
I talked to the guy myself. Apparently, he's a new man now.
Yeah. Um, listen. Shade... Laila's missing.
- She's not at the hotel? - I just came from there.
I told hotel security I thought Laila was in danger,
so they let me into her room.
Her computer and her suitcase are still there.
- So maybe she went out. - Her steak's half-eaten.
Her napkin's on the floor. I don't think leaving was her choice.
Do you think someone forced her?
I don't know. Can you meet me at her house?
She wouldn't go back there.
- Not alone. - Exactly.
It's the one place we'd never look,
which might make it the perfect place to hide her.
I'll see you soon.
- Laila! - Laila?
- Penelope, where's Laila? - Hello, Mr. Shade.
Laila isn't here right now.
- Yeah, right. Laila! - Wait.
You hear that?
That's Laila's car!
- The car's still running. We gotta get her out. - Laila?
Laila!
Laila, stay with us! We'll get you out!
Stay with us!
Hold on, we're coming!
No. No signal. House must be blocking it.
- There's no keyhole! - It's an electronic door.
- Angie, come on! - No! We have to turn the car off!
- I'll be right behind you. - Hurry!
- I'm feeling better. Thanks. - Yeah.
Did you turn off the car remotely?
No.
Someone did.
Laila, why on earth did you come back here?
Shade texted me this.
"We found the glitch in the house. Come as soon as you can."
- I didn't text you this. - What?
Whoever hacked Penelope must have found a way to mirror my phone.
What happened when you got here?
I parked in the garage, as usual.
As soon as I got out, the car door locked
and the engine started up again.
I couldn't get out of the garage.
This has gone way beyond someone trying to scare you.
No kidding. Someone wants me dead.
- Your painting's gone. - What?
Someone's in the house.
We need to get out of here. Now.
- What's happening? - The house has gone into lockdown mode.
It's to prevent anyone from getting in or out.
- So we're stuck in here? - With a killer.
Penelope, reverse lockdown mode!
- No signal. - No, me neither.
Penelope, reverse lockdown!
- Penelope's not here anymore. - Who are you?
- An interested party. - Get out of my house!
We're about to have so much fun.
- This can't be happening. - It's happening.
Laila, nobody knows this house like you do. How do we get out?
We don't.
We go further in. Come on.
Come on.
After Penelope Intuitive retrofitted the house,
I hired an independent company to build a panic room.
It's on a completely separate system.
Penelope doesn't know it exists.
Let's not go that way.
The hacker's tracking us.
Not for long. Come on.
- This is your panic room? - Good times.
Through here, guys. Come on.
- I'll be in touch. - Wait. What? Shade!
Idiot.
Well... this is the nicest panic room I've ever seen.
The sofa converts into a sleeper.
Food and essentials for three days.
And then, there's this.
Hello, Houston.
Hey, how are you guys doing in there?
Why would you pull such a bonehead move?
With me out here and you in there, we have a better chance
- of taking this creep down. - You're right.
But, Shade... I swear to God, if you die, I'm gonna kill you.
Yeah, yeah. Love you too, Everett.
Are my new... or were you two ever...
Oh, no! No, no, no, no. He's just...
thinks he's some kind of action hero who can never get hurt.
- You want? - Oh! No.
I, uh, need to keep a clear head.
OK. Yeah. Maybe one finger.
You know what? Make it two.
All right. How do I steer this ship?
So... this right here, it switches
between all the cameras in the house
- and the microphone's here. - There's Shade.
Hey, I've got your 20.
Warn me if I'm about to run into a killer.
Working on it.
Hey, Hackmaster, how'd you like our disappearing act?
Panic room. Someone's not playing by the rules.
It's not your house, not your rules.
What happened to being honest?
So much for number four, eh, Laila?
Oh, no.
Angie, he's gotta be a former client.
I have a list of 10 things to create
financial cohesiveness in a relationship.
Number four is be honest.
How does that make him a former client?
- He could've read that in your book. - No.
In my book, it's number 10.
- I've met this guy. - Wait.
What's he doing?
- He's taking my Tui Tan! - Is it worth anything?
I paid $8000 for it 10 years ago.
- It's now worth $100 000. - Oh.
That's why this panic room is très chic.
Art is a sound financial investment.
- I wrote about it in my second book. - Well, how much would you say
- your collection's worth? - 40 pieces...
nearly 4.5 million.
Maybe this isn't about you. Maybe this is about art.
I mean, 40 pieces would take time to move.
- He needed me outside the house. - And now, with us in the panic room,
- the hacker thinks he can take his time. - And with Matt out there...
We've got the upper hand.
Shade. I've got your guy.
- Am I close? - So close.
Just go left through the door. He's 30 feet in front of you.
All right. Going offline now.
What is he up to?
Shade, stop! Stop!
Finally, we meet face to face.
Bryce...
from Penelope Intuitive.
You got me.
Laila was calling your company for help, and, all the while,
- it was... - Your friendly neighbourhood technical wizard.
Look at you. Prison handle all ready.
Time to give up, Bryce.
Shade! Get out of there right now!
You really should've stayed out of this.
Where did that wire come from? What's it connected to?
The inspection hatch.
Bryce has access to all the wiring in the house from the inside.
What is this, exactly?
There's gotta be enough power in there to shock someone
- pretty damn good. - Yes.
And I led Shade right to him.
You after her art collection?
Penelope Intuitive pay is crap.
Plus, like, zero benefits.
- Sorry. - Sorry to who?
Laila Maxton has to admit what she does to people.
- Which is what? - She gives them false hope.
It's her turn to feel that hope slip from her
sadly single fingers,
and the pain of watching her life
- circle the drain. - No.
It's not possible. Angie, the hacker...
- it's Ernest Coleman! - You're right.
- It... it's not possible. - What are you saying, Bryce?
It doesn't even sound like you who's saying it.
Unless...
Unless he and Bryce are working together.
Whoa, whoa. Are you crazy? What are you doing, man?
- You're working with someone else. - No.
- Whoa, whoa! Back up, man! - This is what you want, isn't it?
When I asked about shutting Penelope down,
Bryce said it'd shut down everything. Right?
- Including the power, yes. - Can we do that from here?
Damn it.
You sprung for night vision.
With the emergency lighting, Matt won't be able to see much.
Yeah, well, neither will Bryce.
And Shade... has one thing that he doesn't.
- Us. - Damn. I lost him.
Something's off with this guy.
As in he wants to kill you?
That's the thing. I don't think he does.
OK, I got him. Just...
put a pin in that until after you kick his ass. OK?
OK, wait. Stop. Back where you came from.
Turn around. Go down the hallway.
Go through the door on the right-hand side.
Now stop. Get to the right side of that door.
He's coming.
OK. I've got it from here.
All right! Don't hurt me!
Shade?
Hey.
Hello? Hello, hello?
Come on! Hello? Hello?
It's off. We can talk now.
Bryce has been livestreaming the cameras
in this house to another device.
When we shut the power down, it killed the signal.
- What is it? - Buy me 30 minutes.
Go now!
Bryce? Hello? Can you hear me?
Hello? Hello? Come on, what the...
Hello?! Come in!
Hello?
Damn it!
What the...
Go back! In here.
- He was right behind us. - No! Don't touch the door!
Bryce, are you there?
Are you... what the hell is going on in there? I lost visual!
- Sh. He's coming. - No!
- Laila, don't move! - We have to get out of here.
Don't kill her!
- Don't kill her! Not yet... - So!
Bryce was a proxy all along, huh?
- Hey, Angie. You there? - Yeah. You got him?
Yeah, I got him. Nice performances, both of you.
Bryce admitted everything. I think he's ready to make a deal.
So the promise of Laila's art collection was enough
to entice Bryce to do your dirty work.
Well, once we discovered he was livestreaming a feed
from inside the house, we knew who was really behind this.
She ruined my life!
I lost my job,
my girlfriend, my condo!
Wait 'til you check out your new digs.
Well, I'll get out. Again.
But she'll always be trapped.
Afraid.
Take him away, boys.
Yeah. OK. I'll be here.
Laila!
Hey!
How are you holding up?
Well, I felt a lot better
after I made my appointment with my therapist.
It's gonna be a long road to healing.
You don't get over this kind of thing in one day.
You sure don't. And if you have the right people in your life,
that road is a whole lot shorter.
Ernest is being prosecuted with everything that they can throw at him,
given that this is the second time that he's come at me.
He's gonna be in his own personal panic room
for a very long time.
Wanna buy a fully outfitted smart house?
You're selling?
Uh-huh. It's time.
I need to start dismantling the walls...
not building them.
- So you're not playing it safe anymore? - Hell no!
It almost got me killed.
Here.
Here you go. It's a little gesture of my appreciation.
It's called The Lovers.
- You take care, you two. - Thanks.
- Wow. - It's beautiful.
Hey all.
Oh, hey. Um, I'm almost ready.
Yeah. Uh, Matt, could I talk to you for a minute?
Sure.
OK. What's going on here?
Just something Laila said.
Being safe nearly got her killed...
as if not taking risks was an enormous risk in itself.
Well, I once didn't take a risk and regretted it ever since...
investments, pharmaceuticals.
If I had taken one bite, I'd be in the hundreds of thousands.
Yeah... but then, you wouldn't work here, and...
I'd miss you.
No. I'll never quit.
- You are stuck with all of this. - Heh.
- Maybe I should start taking risks. - Please.
You are the most badass woman I know.
You ride motorbikes, you're a crack shot,
and then there's that high kick.
Right.
Finally! I'm starving. You guys wanna grab dinner?
- Um... That might be weird. - Uh... Yeah.
Oh. Yeah. Third wheel. Got it.
No, no. That's totally not it.
- Um... we broke up. - Yeah.
Oh. That's... awful.
You were laughing, like, a minute ago.
Well, we kind of broke up at the same time.
I respect what you two do,
but I can't take the stress of someone I really like
- being in danger. - Yeah. And it's a big part
of who I am now, and I'm not prepared to give it up.
There. That was basically it.
And we mostly talked about what fans we are of yours,
and that the thing we had most in common was you.
So count me out for dinner. But, um... next week?
You and me, Ange? You do know where the best enchiladas are.
- You got it. - I'll see you later, ladies.
- And, uh... I'll see you around, Matt. - Yeah. Bye, Jada.
Uh, hey, Jada?
- Give me a ride to the subway? - Yeah, come on.
Well, I guess it's just you and me.
Yeah.
You got plans?
I do. Dinner. You invited me.
Oh, no. Jada was the main attraction there.
- You were just the tagalong. - Hey, as long as you're paying,
- I don't even need to talk. - Oh, you will sing for your dinner.
I'd like to hear more about this Angie person you're such a fan of.
Ah, see, that might have been a slight exaggeration.
- Hm. I'll throw in dessert? - Deal.
Hey, we should book a spa day!
- I actually think that steam did me some good. - Don't push your luck.
Watch the series finale of Private Eyes, next Thursday on Global.
- I know he may look like... - Homicidal.
- Psychotic. - Passionate!
- When tempers flare... - Get out of my kitchen you son of a ...!!
That's what makes Ethan such a genius!
We're looking for Ethan Danes?
Oh, you found him.
And I have a mystery only you can solve.
- Finding a killer... - He's dead.
... can be a drag.
There's more to this case than meets the eye-liner.
Private Eyes, series finale next Thursday on Global.
Also available on StackTV in the GlobalTV app.
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