♪♪♪
- So this girl is super hot, right?
I mean, she's 20 years younger than me, but, I mean,
she can't keep her hands off me. Seriously! The moment I walk through that door,
she is all up on this. You know what I mean? [both laughing]
- Oh yeah! - Ohhh, good.
Yeah, I'm real sorry, man. I'm just sitting here bragging. I don't mean
to bore you, buddy. - Bore me? Are you kidding me?
Don't leave me hanging, I'll toss you out of my cab.
[both laughing]
So how many times you been with this one?
- Oh... Uh, like...
18 and a half. - "18 and a half"?!
- Yeah, wife came home early one time,
almost caught us. That is why it is strictly hotels
from here on out. - Nothing but the best.
[both chuckling] - Yeah, you got it.
I mean, OK, sure, sure,
I mean, technically, I am paying her for her time
but I for one don't believe you can fake that kind of lust.
- Fake what? You're a handsome man.
I mean, not in the classical sense,
but you've definitely got the "it" factor.
I noticed that as soon as you got in my cab.
Alright, here we go!
Chamberlain Arms Hotel! ♪♪♪
- Sweet! Here is a little something extra.
You know what? You're a really good guy to talk to.
- Getting the details is the best part of my job.
- Oh yeah. [both chuckling]
[cell phone ringing] - Did you get all that?
- Yeah, we got it. - More importantly,
his soon-to-be ex-wife is going to get it too.
The "it" factor? - echoing: [I had to say something.]
He wanted so badly to believe.
- [Can you turn off that mic, please? Your voice]
is coming here in stereo here, and it's twice as annoying.
- Fine. ♪♪♪
You know there's something to a taxi driver's life.
- Oh, you just say the word,
and I will whip up a killer reference letter.
- Yeah, I bet you will.
Hey, what are you doing? - I need a ride.
- So call a... Oh!
That's right. Umm, I'm off duty.
- Your light is on. - Uh, no it's not.
- Yes it is! Man, I can see you trying to shut it off!
Rules are rules, OK? Light is on means you gotta take me.
Please. Please.
- Fine.
[cell phone ringing and buzzing] - Nolan.
Is that police-charity-drive season already?
- I just got off the phone with Beck Taxi,
and I can't believe what I'm about to ask, but is Shade
driving one of their cabs? - Uhhh, we were running
a sting to catch an unfaithful husband. Why?
♪♪♪ - I think he just picked up
a murderer. [indistinct radio police]
- ♪♪ I see you and you see me
♪ Watch you blowing the lines
♪ When you're making a scene
♪ Oh boy, you've got to know
♪ What my head overlooks
♪ The senses will show to my heart ♪
♪ When it's watching for lies
♪ 'Cause you can't escape my
- ♪ Private eyes
♪ They're watching you
♪ Private eyes
♪ They're watching you, watching you ♪
♪ Watching you, watching you ♪
♪♪♪
- The victim's name is Dr. Tanya Poponov,
a professor of psychiatry at Dixon University.
[Been staying at the Chamberlain Arms Hotel the past 6 weeks,]
and was shot and killed in her room less than half an hour ago.
- What does that have to do with Shade?
- [Well, the suspect was seen fleeing the scene by one]
of the hotel maids and spotted
getting into cab number A711. - Ours.
- Right. Brings me to my next question:
why the hell is Shade taking on random fares?
- I don't know. But Shade is a master
at reading people. If there is a murderer in his car,
then he's already figured it out.
- I mean sure, the Leafs are on track right now,
but, let's be honest,
we've all been hurt before. Hahahaha!
[Shade sighing]
You know, you never really get to appreciate
this city until you drive around it
with no particular place to go.
Speaking of which, you got a destination
in mind? - Why? Is that a thing?
Do I... Is that necessary?
- Well, you are in a cab. - Just keep driving, OK?
I'll figure it out.
- You're the boss. [cell phone ringing and buzzing]
[Yeah, I am bringing the taxi back.]
- Pretend you're talking to Jules.
- [What?] - This is Jules calling, OK?
She wants to watch a scary movie with her friends.
- Did you change your allergy medication again?
- Just do it. - [Uh, OK. Sure, honey.]
Are you sure
Caveman Throatslasher is really appropriate?
- The man in the back of your cab may have just committed a murder.
- Uh... I hear you.
So... who's coming over?
- Uh, I have Nolan on the other line.
He said that squad cars are close by,
[but they won't move in until you're
[in a less-populated area.] - Wow, that sounds
like a late start. - [I'm gonna call you back]
in one minute, OK, with an exact location
of where you're gonna drive to. Just... Is that all clear?
- Yes.
Well, you figure it out
and call me back when you've decided.
[Beep!] [clearing his throat]
♪♪♪ Uhhh,
sorry about that.
It's my daughter. She wants to watch a movie
with her boyfriend. Do you have kids?
- I have a daughter.
- Oh yeah? - Yeah, we used
to watch movies too. - Seen anything good lately?
- No. No, no for a long time.
Hey, can I tell you something,
father to father? - Sure.
- You guard your relationship with your daughter
like it's gold, man. You may not believe
it's possible right now, but you can lose it.
- Well, thanks. That's good advice. I'll remember that.
♪♪♪
- Angie: [Nolan?] - ETF is setting up at a gas station
at Parliament and Venue. It's our best shot
at taking this guy while risking the fewest lives.
[I'm headed to the station now.] - OK. I'll call Shade.
- Ang? There's something else.
[cell phone ringing] - Hey Jules, what's up?
- I've patched Nolan in as well.
- Nolan: [Shade?] - Shade: [I'm here, sweetie.]
- Uh, the murder weapon was a handgun,
and it hasn't been found, so there's a possibility
that your passenger might be armed as well.
- Well, that's not reassuring me, honey.
- Is there any way that you can safely check to see
[if he still has it?]
- Yes,
[there's a lot of violence in that movie.]
- Understood.
- Listen, Shade, Nolan wants you to drive
to the intersection of Parliament and Venue.
Pull into the gas station there. When you're safely
[out of the cab, ETF will move in.]
- Fine, watch Caveman Throatslasherif you like,
but don't blame me when you have nightmares.
- Everything's gonna be fine, OK? Just stick to the plan.
[Nolan, I'll meet you at the police station.]
[Beep!]
- Hey, listen, umm,
as long as the meter's running there's no pressure
to choose a destination, but would you mind
if we made a stop so I could use the bathroom?
- No, wait.
Let's go to the airport.
OK, I want you to take me to Pearson right now.
- You're going on vacation? - Yeah! Ha!
My airline points are about to expire, so...
Ha! Just turn around, OK?
- Yeah, sure. Pearson, no problem.
Uh, would you mind
if we still made that bathroom stop?
I've been drinking coffee since 9
and nature's call is becoming a little more of a shout.
Hahaha! - Just, uh,
just don't think about it, right?
- Yeah, sure.
- [man]: Suspect vehicle is a green and orange taxi
number A711 heading eastbound.
- What about that place? They'd have a bathroom. - Nah, it's too dirty.
♪♪♪ - OK, there's a coffee shop.
- Too cramped. - Who are you? Goldilocks?
- Look, there's a small gas station
a buddy of mine owns. He lets me use his private washroom.
Job like this, a clean place
to do your business is like gold.
- What's your buddy's name? - Torvald.
- Torvald what? - Helsinki.
Whoa, whoa, whoa! Whoa! - Do not stop this cab!
- Take it easy. - Just keep driving!
- [woman]: Acknowledged. We have a visual on the target vehicle.
Two occupants. All teams, standby.
Driver will exit and clear, at which point team 1 and 2
will surround and secure. - Angie,
you shouldn't be in here. - How far away is he?
- Half a kilometre. Guys, quiet down in there!
- [woman]: Target approaching.
One hundred metres.
Ready strike. 50...
- What's he doing? - [woman]: Target vehicle is out
of operational range. All teams, stand down. [whispering]
- Look, buddy, I don't know what this is,
but I don't want any part of it. I'm just a cabbie.
- You're just a cabbie? Right. Who were you talking to?
- My daughter. I told you. - STOP LYING TO ME!
"Caveman Throatslasher," huh? "Torvald Helsinki"?
♪♪♪ Who the hell are you?
- Uh-huh. Yeah. - All your partner had to do
was pull over for some gas; how hard is that?
- Shade was clear on the instructions, OK? Something must have gone wrong.
[Nolan sighing] - Yeah, great. Alright, alright.
OK, bye. We lost the cab. - What?!
- They went into a high-traffic area, and our tail started
following the wrong car. - Is it still considered
police brutality if it's going the other way?
- OK, it's only temporary, the net's been thrown.
Also, we picked up the victim's husband.
Maybe he can help us figure out who this guy is.
- You don't know who the killer is?!
- We're working on it. OK, I need to eat
a truckload of crap. Excuse me. Hi, sir.
Yeah. No, we lost the cab
I'm not sure that kind of language is necessary,
but OK, yeah.
- You've probably heard the term "self-actualization" before.
It gets thrown around a lot, more than it should
if you ask me. [audience laughing]
But what does it actually mean? What constitutes fulfillment
of the human soul? And more importantly,
what can we learn from this desire
that we all seem to have? [phone ringing]
- Hello?
- Hey, Zoe. You haven't heard from Shade, have you?
- [No. But I have been looking into the victim, Tanya Poponov.]
She only recently began teaching at Dixon University.
Before that, she had her own psychiatry practice.
[Also, given her online posts, I think she was in the middle]
of a conscious uncoupling with her husband,
which would explain why she was staying at the Chamberlain Arms.
- So nothing from Shade at all? - [Sorry.]
- What about the microphone in the cab?
- It's not on. [Angie sighs.]
- Because I told him to turn it off.
[gulls squawking] - Ah, come on, man!
I liked that phone!
- Who were you talking to on that phone? Huh?
Did you even have a daughter?
- Yes, I have a daughter.
- Ugh! Jeez!
Yeah?
What was gonna happen at that gas station, huh?
Is it an ambush?
You a cop? - I'm not a cop.
- Do you think I'm an idiot? - That doesn't sound
like a question I should answer honestly.
- I'm not an idiot! - I'm a private investigator.
I was talking to my partner and yes, there were police
waiting for you at the gas station.
- You're a PI?
- I'm just gonna reach in my back pocket,
get my wallet, you can see it for yourself.
- OK, who hired you? - Nobody.
- Oh really? You're a PI driving a taxi and nobody hired you?
- It does sound odd now that I hear you say it out loud. - Sounds a bit odd?
- Look, we were running a sting operation,
nothing to do with you, you just got into my cab.
- Oh, yeah, right.
Yeah, like I just happened to go to that hotel room.
- What?! - OK.
[indistinct whispering] Get in.
GET IN the... Go! - Yeah, yeah, yeah. OK, OK.
♪♪♪
[static noise]
[Zoe sighing]
♪♪♪
[Beep!] So, uh,
where to?
- Just turn around. - Shade. Shade?
- Buckle up. I don't want to get pulled over by the cops.
- Right, you can't hear me. ♪♪♪
[cell phone ringing] - Zoe, what's up?
- I have proof of life. I have proof of life!
- OK, calm down. What are you talking about?
- Shade turned the mic on. I can hear them talking.
- Well, what are they saying? - [Nothing really,]
but the guy seems really upset with Shade.
- That doesn't tell us anything. Five minutes with Shade,
and "pretty upset" is a lock! - [Nolan]: Follow me.
This way. - Oh, Zoey, listen.
If you get anything on where they're going or who this guy is
you call me immediately, OK? Don't let me down, Zoey.
Is that the victim's ex-husband? - Yeah, I just brought him in.
- Need to observe the interview. - Angie, you're not even allowed
to-- What? OK, good talk.
- I know I have zero credibility on the subject,
but I really do have to go to the bathroom now.
- Who's doing this to me, huh? Who's behind this?
- Or we could discuss your issue.
Look, buddy, I have no idea what you're talking about.
I was just sitting in my cab; how was I supposed to know
you'd come out at that moment? - Because you're part of it!
- Part of what?! - The setup!
I'm being framed for murder. ♪♪♪
- [Nolan]: I'm sorry you have to see this, but we need an ID.
- It's her. - Sorry.
So the two of you were going through a divorce?
Would you say it was amicable? - It was a divorce.
Tanya and I weren't on good terms.
I'd never want anything like this to happen.
- Can you think of anyone who would want to do this to Tanya?
- Lots of people. - Say again.
- This is one of her ex-patients.
It had to be. - And you're sure about that?
- The reason our marriage went south
is 'cause of Tanya's devotion to her work.
She lived for her patients.
In my opinion,
many of them took advantage of that.
It just all got to be too much.
- Is that why she stopped practicing and moved
into teaching? - She was...
trying to work on us,
but it was too little, too late.
- I'm guessing some patients weren't happy about that move.
[husband scoffing] - It's an understatement.
♪♪♪
[tramway dinging]
- Alright, let's just say, for argument sake,
that you are being framed for murder,
taking an hostage at gunpoint is doing the other half of the job for them,
wouldn't you say? Look, I know some cops, good ones;
why don't we go turn ourselves in, call a lawyer,
figure all this out? - No way.
No way. Not 'til I figure out who's behind this.
And FYI, I still don't trust you either.
- Yeah, feeling's mutual, pal.
Alright, let's start with this. Who do you think's framing you?
- I don't know.
- Well, whose murder are they framing you for?
- "Matt Shade."
Shadow? The hockey player?
[man laughing] - Guilty.
- Oh, wow!
I should have known you name wasn't Edison Amadeus.
Ha! How surreal is this day gonna get?
- [Shade]: You're asking me?
- I watched you play.
You, you were a pest from hell! - Ah, you're too kind.
- You were the most annoying thing on skates. - Please!
- You were like a human tick. - Really? You know what, buddy?
That's enough, thanks. - Ooh!
- So that's my name; what do I call you?
- Chris.
I remember you in the playoffs with Chicago.
- Back in '02? - Yeah. Yeah, I was working
at Derocher Plant, in Hamilton, and I had you in my pool!
- Sorry about that. - Yeah, you didn't score
too much, but you sure made your presence felt, man.
Wow! ♪♪♪
- Gotcha.
[cell phone ringing and buzzing]
- Hey. - [The guy on the phone]
[is either Chris Henley or Chris Marsden.]
But if I had to guess, I would say Henley
because his voice seems a lot softer
and this other guy looks like Attila the Hun
before he had his morning coffee.
- Thanks Zoe. Keep listening.
Alright, the suspect's name is Chris Henley.
- How do you know that? - Just check it out.
- You're killing me.
Question: did Tanya have a patient
by the name of Chris Henley? - Chris Henley?
- Yeah. - He's the worst.
Calls at night and on the weekends. No boundaries at all.
Did he do this? - We don't know
anything for sure yet. Have you ever met Chris Henley?
- Tanya's office a couple of times.
He would stare at her with this creepy puppy-dog look.
I knew that guy was no good.
But I thought it was over when she got rid of him.
- "Got rid of him"? - She punted him
to a colleague of hers, Jed something.
- We'll be right back.
Who is Chris Henley and how do we know about him? - Guy in the cab with the gun,
and I know because we're still wired-in from our sting.
- Wired? Wired to what? The car? - Yeah.
- When were you gonna tell me about this? - It just happened.
Look, as much as I love your patented I-can't- believe-you-did-this glare,
can we just park it until you get the name Chris Henley out there?
- To be-- - Continued. Yeah, got it.
- Let's get this out on the wire.
Get a surveillance tech over at Everett agency.
- OK.
[mouthing words]
♪♪♪
- Chris?
Chris? - Hmm? Yeah?
- What are we thinking back there? - Huh?
Haha! I was thinking, uh,
maybe all the things you do wrong in your life,
they, like, add up to something like this.
- I don't follow. - I woke up this morning
feeling really good! I was feeling really good,
and then, now I'm holding a hostage.
Ha! don't know how to hold a hostage. Is this how you do it?
- Hey, if nothing else, let me assure you,
you're doing a bang-up job at hostage holding.
Especially considering it's your first time.
It is your first time, right? - Yeah.
- OK. [chuckling]
- Pull over!
Pull over, pull over!
- Chris, you need to turn yourself in.
It's your only play here.
♪♪♪ - Get out of the car, Shadow.
Leave the keys.
You don't need to get mixed up in all this.
♪♪♪
[car door opening]
- Were you really gonna let me go?
- Yeah.
You said you had nothing to do with it, I believed you.
Oh. What are you doing?
[engine starting] - I told you I was
a private investigator, right? - So?
- So, I just took you on as a client.
♪♪♪
- Airports, train stations,
bus stops - all being watched. We're also coordinating
with the cab company on a recall of their entire fleet.
- Excuse me. - Who are you?
- Dr. Jed Arthur. I was asked to come and speak to a detective Nolan.
- This is the therapist that Tanya referred Chris Henley to.
Zoe looked it up.
- Uhhh, thanks for coming in, Doctor.
What can you tell us about Chris Henley?
- I can tell you that he's a patient of mine,
and that he didn't show up for his appointment today.
But beyond that, I'm...
bound by confidentiality. - I can tell you
why he missed his appointment today, Doctor.
- Mr. Henley is wanted for questioning
in connection with the murder of Tanya Poponov.
- A murder? Tanya?!
- I'm afraid so. [Jed sighing]
- I've, uh... I've known her for 15 years.
- I'm sorry you had to find out like this.
- And you think Chris did it? - [Nolan]: Right now, he's our prime suspect.
[sighing]
- You don't seem entirely surprised.
- No, I am. His recovery was well underway.
Chris would never do anything like this.
- Lay out what happened today, from the beginning.
- All I know is I got a text from Tanya
telling me to meet her at her hotel room right away.
- Had you met there before? - No, never.
- So what happened when you arrived?
- I noticed the door was open slightly.
But I still knocked. And then I called out for her,
but I didn't get an answer, so I... you know,
I just opened the door and went in.
And that's when I... it's when I saw her on the floor.
I took out my phone to call the police, but then I stopped.
- Why? - Because of the way things were
between Tanya and me,
I don't know, my gut... my gut was screaming at me
that that text and then walking in on her
on the ground like that, that that was no coincidence.
- You thought you were being framed.
- Yeah, yeah. And then I panicked. I freaked out. I didn't know what to do.
I picked up the gun and I ran out of there as fast as I could.
- You picked up the murder weapon?!
- I don't know. All I could think about was how
whoever set me up, they probably put my fingerprints
all over the gun. Wasn't gonna leave it there.
Ah! I've never been framed for murder before,
it was my first time, and it doesn't come with a manual.
- What did you mean
"the way things were between you and Tanya"?
- Thanks, Tammy. Chris Henley's rap sheet.
Ohh! Seems your model patient was no stranger to police.
I'm looking at multiple arrests, all for disorderly conduct,
all in the past three years. - Because of confidentiality,
I'm unable to comment, but rest assured,
the reasons are... complex.
- He seems like he settled down lately, but, uh, kind of
makes you wonder what set him off in the first place.
- Please, Doctor. One person is already dead,
and my partner could be next. What happened three years ago?
- Chris Henley's wife passed away.
- After she was gone, nothing made sense.
I totally disconnected from... from everything,
from everyone, including my daughter.
Then there were times I didn't think I was gonna make it
through it all. - So what happened?
- So I started seeing Tan...
Dr. Poponov.
Oh, and... everything started to get better.
You know, she helped me. She helped me reconnect,
and she helped me start feeling again.
And what I felt was this...
like an intense gratitude towards her.
During one of my sessions,
I looked her right in the eye, I told her I loved her.
[Chris chuckling]
She smiled back at me.
She said, "That's called transference."
- Tanya recommended Chris to me
because she was concerned he had developed an inappropriate attachment to her.
I've known her for years; I was happy to help out.
- How did Chris feel about it? - I can't get into specifics,
but it was clear to me his pathology around Tanya
had solidified. - Can you give that to us
in English, please, Doctor? - He had it bad for her.
But we embarked on an aggressive
therapeutic approach, and I felt we were making progress.
- Nolan. Yeah. Got it.
Thanks. - [Angie]: What is it?
- We just got a positive ID from the maid
who saw the suspect leave Tanya's room.
She's 100% percent certain it was Chris Henley.
- [Shade]: Uh-oh.
We better get off the road. - [Chris]: Why?
- I think Beck called all its cabs back.
Pretty soon, we're gonna be
the only orange and green car on the road.
OK. First thing we have to do
is make a suspect list.
Who hated Tanya enough to murder her and try to pin it
on you?
- Stuart Poponov.
- Who's that? - It's Tanya's husband.
Yeah, they were going through this really ugly divorce
and then the few times that I saw Stuart at her office,
he seemed really hostile. - Huh.
OK. Alright. Umm,
I know a place where we can be safe,
but... I need to
get in touch with my partner.
And in the interest of full disclosure,
I have a confession to make.
- Why am I suddenly gripping the gun tighter?
♪♪♪ - There's a microphone
hidden behind the rearview mirror.
- Then somebody's been listening to everything? - Yeah.
You trust me?
- What other choice do I have? Yeah.
- [Shade]: Angie, Zoe, I hope you guys can hear me.
Listen, I need to meet you right away
at my dad's favourite restaurant.
Call ahead and book a private table.
Completely private, do you understand?
[Beep!]
- We'll be in touch if we need anything else, Doctor.
- Thanks for coming, and this wasn't your fault.
- Doctor, hang on a second.
This just came from the crime scene.
Prescription glasses found under Tanya's bed.
They're gonna send it to the lab, but I figured I'd ask. They look familiar to you?
- I can't be certain,
but they do resemble Chris's. [cell phone ringing]
[Beep!] - Hey, Zoe.
- I still don't understand
any of this. Our therapy was working.
- Everybody misses one now and then, Doctor.
- We'll be in touch.
- Where did Everett go?
- Why did I just get a very bad feeling?
[Nolan sighing]
- I got your message. What is going on?
- I'll explain later. You have to go.
- Is Matt in trouble? - [Shade]: I'm fine, Shona.
- OK. You go now. Keep everyone
out of here until I call you. - OK.
- Ang, this is-- - Chris Henley. Yeah, I know all about him.
- I... I didn't do what they're saying. - You were seen fleeing
the hotel with the murder weapon, you have a history
with the victim, and you left your glasses behind
at the scene. - My glasses?!
- Oh yeah. And best of all, you took my partner hostage at gunpoint!
- Angie, relax. It's all good. - How is that "all good"?!
- Just listen to me for a second.
I don't think Chris did this. - [Chris]: Yeah.
- [Angie]: Excuse me? - I think he's being framed,
and that Tanya's husband is the one who killed her.
[cell phone ringing]
[Beep!] - Nolan.
Where?
Alright, set up a perimeter blockade.
I'll be right there. - What was that about?
- I tracked Everett's phone to The Red Bird Diner.
A green and orange taxi showed up.
- What were you doing in her hotel room?
- Yeah, Tanya sent him a text message
asking him to meet her there. - Can I see it?
- Uhhh... he destroyed his phone.
And mine. - Sorry. That was...
that was back when I was, like, really... grrrr!
- I was at the police station
when they talked to Tanya's husband.
He painted a pretty unflattering picture
of your relationship with her. - No. That's... that's not
the way it is anymore, OK? I've... I've let her go!
- Just like that? - No. No, it took a long time.
OK? Dr. Arthur, he gave me
this new medication. OK, Parcodum.
Maybe I should take one right now.
- Mr. Henley, whether you're guilty or innocent,
you need to yourself in. - No! Not until we figure out
who's framing him. - "We"?
- Uhhh, yeah,
I, ahem, took Chris on as a client.
- OK, this is either the fastest case
of Stockholm Syndrome in history,
or else you're just saying that because he has a gun.
- He gave that to me before we walked in here.
Look, Angie,
we need your help. The cab's out back,
but we gotta keep moving, and we need a plan.
[Chris coughing] - Are you OK?
- Yeah. I just, uh...
Sorry. I just need some water.
[sigh] - OK, fine.
I'll help on one condition. - What's this?
- It's a range booster. We need to be
in two-way communication at all times.
Because if you're wrong, you're getting back in the cab with a killer.
[Angie sighing]
- What's the status? - woman: [Cab's on the move.]
[Coming your way.] - Alright, everybody get ready.
[tires squealing]
[siren] - Pull over!
Get off the vehicle! Do it now!
- Police! Don't move! - Hands where I can see them!
Right now! - Police! Don't move!
- Show me your hands! - Leave 'em up there!
- You are surrounded, stay still!
[suspenseful music]
- You know what? At this point in my shift,
I just can't go any further west than Yonge Street.
[siren] - Dammit, Everett.
- You're sure you didn't have your glasses on when you went
into the hotel room? - Pretty sure.
- "Pretty sure"? You're gonna have to do better than that.
- Honestly, I don't remember.
OK, I get memory lapses.
It's from the medication.
I usually keep my glasses in my pocket. I only use 'em
for reading. - Yeah, we're gonna have to go back there.
- There... where? The hotel?! - Somebody must have
seen or heard something that can help us.
- Give me one reason why we shouldn't arrest you
right now for aiding and abetting a fugitive?
- I got an anonymous tip that that cab was parked
behind the diner, and when I got there,
Henley and Shade were already gone.
The owners of the diner will corroborate that story.
- "The owners of the dinner"? You mean Shade's father?
- Not sure, I'll have to check. - Come on,
just give me a break! - Look, when I got into the cab,
I found this. - Is that the murder weapon?
- Which begs the question: if this guy is guilty,
then why would he leave that behind for us?
- Because he's trying to manipulate you and your partner into thinking he's innocent.
And he's doing a damn good job of it.
- I'm taking this to ballistics. - Alright.
- Chris also said that-- - Oh, it's Chris now?
- That Tanya sent him a text message
asking him to meet her at her hotel room.
- And you believe him? - Why would he lie about something so easy to check?
- We're still trying to unlock Tanya's phone and when we do,
we'll see if a text is on there. - OK.
In the meantime, I'm-- - No, in the meantime, go home, Ang.
And if you hear from Shade again, you tell him
he's dangerously close to being an accessory after the fact
on a murder. At which point, neither you nor I can help him.
- Nolan, wait. Didn't it seem like Stuart Poponov
was pointing us in the direction of Tanya's ex-patients
with a bit too much gusto?
- Shade: [Angie, come in. Angie, it's me.]
[Do you copy?] - I'm here, go ahead.
- We're heading back to the Chamberlain Arms Hotel,
see what we can find out about the murder scene.
You got any contacts there? - [Are you nuts?!]
You wanna take a murder suspect back to the scene of the crime?
According to Nolan, you're already one inch away
from accessory after the fact.
- You got any better ideas? - [Chris said he put Tanya behind him.]
Maybe if I get the session notes from his doctor,
then we can prove that. - OK, but what about the hotel?
- The concierge at the Chamberlain Arms
helped us on this last infidelity case.
I'll set up a meet. But, Shade, if this doesn't pan out,
you need to convince Chris to turn himself in.
- Understood.
Stay here. I'll be right back.
- Yeah.
[car door closing]
♪♪♪
- Cecilia? - You're Angie's partner?
- Yeah. Thanks for doing this. Listen, um, I wanted to ask you
what the hotel grapevine is saying about what happened
to Tanya Poponov? - Well, Angie and I have
a very basic understanding.
Money first, talk second. - Is that from Shakespeare?
Come on. Alright. Hold on. Hold on.
Here, here. Hold on. - This'll buy you two minutes.
- So, what are people saying about the murder?
- Nothing the police don't already know.
Handful of noise complaints came in around noon.
- The gunshot?
- Some guests thought it was a champagne cork,
others thought it was a TV on too loud.
Then about a half hour later, the guy was seen
running from the room by a cleaning woman.
- A half hour after the noise complaints?
- Give or take. Tick tock.
- Uh, do you have time-stamped cameras at the hotel?
- Only at the front door and the lobby.
Our guests like their privacy. We done?
- Yeah. Thanks. ♪♪♪
- Miss Everett, what can I do for you?
- I had a favour...
Chris said that Tanya sent him a text message asking him
to meet her in her room. - You were speaking with him?
- Yeah, my partner convinced him to meet with me.
Do you have any idea why Tanya
would do that? - I can't imagine.
She'd gone to great pains to break off all contact with him.
- Yeah. That's what he said.
He also said that new drug that you prescribed him -
Parcodum - was helping him move past her
as well. - Yes, it was.
- Look, I know it's a huge ask,
but if I could just get a copy of Chris's session notes
with you, it would really help in establishing
that he wasn't in the frame of mind to murder her.
- You think he was framed?
- Maybe.
- Look, it's illegal for me
to give you those session notes without a court order.
- I know.
I'm no expert, but if one of your patients
were to be charged with murder,
that would not be good for business, right?
- OK. Just... I'll be a minute.
♪♪♪
- How long were you actually in the hotel room?
- Probably less than a minute. - And you went
to the hotel through the front doors?
- Yeah. - Then the time stamps
on the camera should show that you entered the hotel
long after the noise complaints about the gunshot.
- Right. So is that enough? - It's not a slam dunk.
You're still the only person that was seen leaving the hotel
with the murder weapon. We need to figure out
how Tanya's husband got ahold of your glasses.
Have you had a break-in lately or...?
What is it? - I just remembered
where I last had my glasses.
♪♪♪
- Shade: [Angie?] - What is it?
- Chris left his glasses at Dr. Arthur's office.
He swears it's the last time he saw them.
- Uh, I'm here now.
- [Where?] - At Dr. Arthur's.
Did you know that he's getting a kickback for Parcodum?
[puncture noise]
- [Angie?]
Angie, you still there?
♪♪♪
[indistinct talking]
- Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Hands up! - Hold on! Hold on!
- Whoa! Whoa! Guys! Guys! Guys, listen.
Dr. Arthur has Angie. - What?!
- Cuff him.
♪♪♪
- Shade: [Angie?]
[Angie?]
Angie, come in.
- Where are we going?
Is that Lakeshore?
- They're driving on Lakeshore. - Which part?
- I have more sedatives.
You won't even be awake for it.
- Who said chivalry's dead?
[whispering]: Don River.
- Don River! - Near the Port Lands.
- Let's go! - Hey, Brian,
get this guy into holding.
- Calling all units. Calling all units
[sirens]
- So what did she have on you?
Tanya?
Oh, come on, Doctor. Nothing spoils
a leisurely drive through the city
like uncomfortable silence.
- Let's just say it was a difference
of professional opinion.
- She didn't like that you were
getting paid out by a pharmaceutical company?
[Yeah, I saw the papers on Parcodum.]
[I mean, they were paying you to prescribe it, weren't they?]
Or is it more?
Is it dangerous?
- Parcodum is safe, and after I publish
my findings, the health authority will agree with me.
- Except Chris doesn't know that he's being experimented on, does he?
That's what Tanya found out.
That you're using Chris as a human guinea pig
so you can fast-track approval of the drug.
- I didn't ask her to review my research,
but... she was relentless.
- So you killed her. - I didn't have a choice.
She was gonna report me to the Psychiatric Association.
- It's one heck of a plan, Doc.
Aren't they just gonna trace the drugs back to you anyway?
- I've never prescribed Parcodum in my entire life.
- Wow, your patients are so lucky to have you.
♪♪♪
[whispering]: Cherry Street Bridge.
[siren] - Cherry Street Bridge!
- All units, be advised. The suspect is heading south
on the Cherry Street Bridge. - [Copy that. 45 on its way.]
[sirens] ♪♪♪
- [whispering]: Shade, please hurry.
- Cold night for a swim,
but you won't feel a thing.
Ugh! Argh!
- Angie? Angie? [grunting noises]
- What's going on? - They're fighting.
[grunting]
[sirens]
There!
[tires squealing]
[grunting]
[sirens]
[grunting]
- Hands up! Hands up! - Hands where I can see 'em!
- Angie, hey. Hey, are you OK? - Yeah.
- Really? - Yeah. I would hug you,
but I'm a little tied up at the moment.
- [Shade]: Do you got something to cut this off?
- Yeah, always.
Don't say I never did nothing for you.
[song Hold What You Can by Amy Stroup]
- I don't know how to thank you. - Just the fact that you're not pointing
a gun at me is thanks enough. - Right.
- How are you feeling? - Better.
Yeah. I'm off the drugs.
I'm back to straight-up therapy. The pharmaceutical company
is offering a substantial settlement
to avoid a lawsuit. - Oh. And what about Dr. Arthur?
- They've asked me to testify at his trial.
- Are you up for it? - Yeah.
Yeah, when the times comes, I'll be ready.
Shadow, I got you something.
Yeah! There you go. [Shade laughing]
It's the same model as your old one.
This one has a shatter-proof screen guard.
You go at that with a hammer.
- Wish I had thought of that before.
[men chuckling] Thank you.
- Yeah.
- Actually, uh,
I got you something too. - ♪♪ When the night won't end
♪ When the ground caves in
- Dad? - Haley?
- ♪ Hold what you can - Oh, my God!
So good to see you.
Uh, just a second. [whispering]: Thank you.
How are you doing?
How... how is school?
- Think he'll be OK?
- ♪ Our time is short - Mmm! Oh yeah, he'll be fine.
He just needed a fresh start. - ♪ And over soon
- Oh, crap! I gotta go. - ♪ Saying new words with weight ♪
- I'm meeting Jules later. We're gonna see a horror movie.
- Oh, you need a ride? - No, I'll just take a cab--
On second thought, it's a lovely day,
I think maybe I'll take a walk.
- ♪ When the air gets thin
- Of course.
- ♪ When the night won't end
♪ When the ground caves in
♪ Hold what you can
♪ Sawdust and ashes
♪ Fall down
♪ Catching the light
♪ They've found
♪ Better look closely ♪