01x02 - Show Me the m*rder

[bunniefuu]

Previously on Wild Cards.

- Hey, what's the situation?

- Hi.

- Name?

- Max Mitchell.

Used to work with them

but for some reason,

- got transferred to sea patrol.

- It's called Maritime Unit.

- You're gonna stay on the case.

- Thank you, ma'am.

- Both of you.

- (BOTH): What?

Ma'am, you can't be serious,

she's a thief and a con artist.

Meet my dad, George Graham.

- Who's that?

- That's my butler.

(UPBEAT MUSIC)

(MEOWS)

What? You think that's funny?

I don't see you helping.

- (RADIO HISSES)

- Maritime Unit,

it's not a sea lion, it's a fender.

(MAN ON RADIO): You sure?

You wanna come down here

and pet it, be my guest.

(MUSIC PLAYING FROM SPEAKERS)

Bonjour.

Ahoy, partner.

Whose boat is that?

The director of the Milan Dance Company.

Why are still here?

Chief Li called us in.

What?

Damn it. Okay, I'll meet you down there.

Absolutely not. This is our

first official shift together.

Okay? We need to project a united front.

You think Hall and Oates

walk on stage separately?

No.

I'll meet you back on the shore.

Fine.

(UPBEAT MUSIC CONTINUES)

Look, buying them donuts

isn't going to make 'em

like you, alright? What are you wearing?

I Googled what a detective would wear

for her first day of work.

And after three pages of

sexy Halloween costumes,

- I got this.

- You're not a detective.

You're a criminal consultant.

If I was a surgical consultant,

would you call me a doctor?

This isn't a joke, okay?

This is my life we're talking about.

- Of course.

- I need to get off that boat

and back to being a

full-time detective,

and you need to stay out of prison.

Best way we do that is

to keep our heads down

and do as we're told.

Think you can handle that?

- Absolutely.

- Great.

Good day!

It's an honour to be working alongside

the brave officers of the Metro PD.

I hope I do you all proud.

(SCATTERED CHATTERING)

And I bring donuts.

- (EXCLAMATIONS OF APPROVAL)

- Donuts? I love donuts.

- Suck up.

- Catch more flies with honey, honey.

Simmons, you're a

maple glaze all the way.

- I feel so seen.

- Cruller. Sweet, but twisted.

- Need I say more?

- So, Li wasn't kidding.

Criminals are doing our jobs now.

It's only a two-month

trial. Stand down.

- What are you doing?

- Saving the best for last.

You. Apple fritter.

It's a maverick because

it's not really a donut.

Has a bit of health because the apples.

It's a work hard, play hard

treat of the pastry world.

Since the commissioner has consecrated

this unholy union

between the two of you,

I have to give you something to do.

Ooh! Let me guess, the

daughter of a Columbian

diplomat was kidnapped and we

have 24 hours to get her back.

Or an armed robbery by a ruthless crew

- out for one last score.

- If you don't cut her off,

- she'll just keep going.

- It's a case you two

are perfectly suited for.

(MICROPHONE FEEDBACK)

Hi, I'm here today to talk

to you about porch pirate

- (FEEDBACK SQUEALS)

- Oh, sorry about that.

Thieves who steal packages left

outside doors or in hallways.

Um What, uh What can we do?

Um, retrieve packages

as quickly as possible.

Are you just leaving your packages out,

waiting to be stolen?

That's probably a big part

- of why they're getting stolen.

- Alright!

Let's give it up for Detective Ellis.

Okay, you want to catch a

thief, you offer a reward.

Anything over 1,000

dollars will get 'er done.

Questions?

There's a ghost in my neighbour's condo.

That's more of a statement,

but I'm super into it.

- Absolutely not.

- He moved in a few months ago,

some kind of big-time sports agent.

He's in the middle of a bitter divorce

and bought a fancy new

sports car last month.

- Bonny, you have all the tea.

- Not much else to do

- when you're retired.

- Come on,

- you're still a little spitfire.

- Okay, about the ghost?

Listen for yourself.

(KNOCKING)

When was the last time you

saw your neighbour, Bonnie?

A few days ago. Maybe.

(SOFT MYSTERIOUS MUSIC)

Alright Bonnie, look. I'll

call down to the concierge,

- we'll do a wellness check.

- No need.

Finger, we're in.

- Max, cops can't just

- I'm not a cop.

Okay, wait. Ma'am, stay here.

Police. Anybody home?

(OMINOUS MUSIC)

Max, stay behind me.

Alright, I'm done with

the bedroom walkthrough.

Windows are locked, but check

for latents anyway, okay?

Hey, I'm trying to get a

line on the ex-wife right now.

- (PHONE RINGING)

- Okay.

Oh, it's the chief. Hey,

I'm guessing you heard.

I send you for community outreach

- and you turn it into a homicide?

- Well, we didn't k*ll him.

I'm sending in Simmons and Yates.

No, I'm already here,

just let me see it through.

Let us see it through.

- (LI): This was never the plan.

- Look

We were the first ones on the scene.

Okay? I had to secure it and

start collecting evidence.

We mess with chain of

custody on a homicide,

the defense is gonna toss

everything out, you know that.

You do things by the

book, Ellis. No big swings

- trying to prove something.

- Yes, sir.

- Okay, what do we got?

- Victim d*ed of multiple s*ab wounds,

I put the time of death

in the last 12 hours.

Somewhere between 10 PM and midnight.

There's a Kn*fe missing from

the Kn*fe block in the kitchen.

Could be the m*rder w*apon,

he's also got a black eye,

- sustained hours pre-mortem.

- So someone punched him in the face,

and then hours later,

stabbed him to death?

- Rough night.

- Victim's name is Jake Boshep,

- 40.

- Look at this.

- Why is she touching things?

- Don't touch that.

Someone smashed his Sports

Agent of the Year Award.

Maybe his competition got jealous.

We only know what the scene tells us.

No forced entry, nothing was stolen.

Injuries suggest this was personal.

So, you think the vacuum did it?

Very funny.

There's not much personal stuff in here.

(SIGHS)

Maybe his car will

tell a different story.

(RHYTHMIC MUSIC)

(CAR BEEPS)

(ENGINE STARTS)

Bet insurance doesn't cover that.

Hey, hey, what are you guys doing?

I'm detective Ellis. Is

this Jake Boshep's car?

Yeah, I heard what

happened. It's terrible.

We're gonna need to take

a look at the footage

- from your security cameras.

- There isn't any.

System reboots the first of every month.

Happened just last

night, wiped it clean.

- That's convenient.

- Happens automatically

- to free up space on the server.

- Alright, well, I'm still gonna

need to take a look at

your hard drives, then.

- Sure.

- Where were you last night?

Uh, I worked day shift, so after work,

I watched the game at

a bar with my friends,

- stayed there until closing.

- Oh, yeah?

- What was the final score?

- 114 to 95.

Watch out. You don't wanna

mess with those shoes.

Parking receipts and dry-cleaned shirts

still in the plastic and some cash

- in the front console.

- So not a robbery.

This was personal. I

wonder who hated Jake enough

to smash up his car, give him a shiner

and s*ab him to death.

Did you ever see anybody with Jake?

No. Guy, all he did was work.

He was barely ever here.

Well, Jake's whole life was his work.

We should probably start there.

(RHYTHMIC MUSIC)

Alright, there's a way we

do things around here, okay?

So just pay attention and

follow my lead. You got it?

- You got it.

- Hi, I'm Detective Ellis.

(♪♪)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(SOBBING)

Hi, I'm Trisha.

You're Jake's assistant,

right? You poor thing.

They sent me to help out. Tissue?

- Thank you.

- Do you need a hug?

Help? Wanna vent?

I don't (SOBBING)

You don't need to choose.

Okay? I'm an emotional buffet.

- Okay!

- Come here.

(SOBBING)

Wha

Thank you. Gentlemen?

(KNOCKING) I'm Detective Ellis.

I'm here to speak with Bill Flaire.

That's me. Pleasure

to meet you, Detective.

I'm Dr. Melvin Tadlock.

I just came to give my condolences.

- Did you know Mr. Boshep?

- Only indirectly.

Some of his clients were my patients.

- I see.

- I'll leave you two alone.

- We'll be in touch.

- Sure.

I've got a few questions

for you, Mr. Flaire.

Yeah, I got a meeting

in about 15 minutes.

- I'll be brief.

- It's her title fight

tomorrow night. We are

about to make her the biggest

name in sports.

What can you tell me about Jake?

This whole thing is unbelievable.

He started on my desk as my assistant

about 10 years ago,

and last year, he was my top agent.

Anybody that might've been

jealous of that kind of success?

You don't get to the top

without throwing a few elbows,

but no. Everybody loved Jake.

He pissed a lot of people off.

He was ruthless and demanding.

It made him a great agent,

but not a very nice person.

I mean, I got shoelaces

for Christmas last year.

Shoelaces?

Did you notice anything

different about him lately?

No, he was a machine.

He was a consummate closer.

He was the most organized,

efficient guy I have ever met.

These last few days, he

was just a mess, you know?

How messy? On a scale of

one to Vanderpump Rules?

Oh, like Real Housewives of Jersey.

- So, like a nine.

- Cancelling all his meetings

and being all emotional

and all over the place.

Oh my God, this phone

won't stop ringing.

Okay, you know what?

You go take a moment.

You need time for you. I'll cover.

- Really?

- You go.

Record any message you

get into the call log.

Girl, they call me Queen of the Logs.

- Ew.

- (WOMAN): Jake was a great agent,

rest in peace, but I

am here for you now.

We'll talk. Next call.

Next call! We're not gonna

lose any clients today!

(ENERGETIC MUSIC)

I told you to follow my lead, Max.

- Okay, don't do that again.

- Cross my heart.

Yeah, you keep saying that, and then

- What?

- It's Simmons.

Jake's ex-wife's got

a rock-solid alibi.

She's been at a

wellness centre all week.

They're applying for a

warrant to get his financials,

so we should have that shortly.

Well, maybe we'll have

better luck with this.

Jake's client list and call logs.

Jake made 23 calls to

Summer Lake the day he d*ed.

- That's their big MMA client.

- Yeah.

Okay, that's a pretty good lead.

Oh, yeah!

(RHYTHMIC MUSIC)

Wow, she's got 23 million followers.

If that girl wins her next fight,

she'll break the record

for most championship wins.

Summer Lake?

Hi, I'm Detective Ellis, this is Max.

- Mind if we talk for a minute?

- Yeah.

- (PANTING)

- Hey, no stress.

- You're not in any trouble.

- I just need to sit.

It's just nerves. You

guys are here about Jake?

Yeah, we're sorry for your loss.

Yeah.

He was really good to me.

Jake called you 23

times the day he d*ed.

- Do you know why?

- I assume he was calling

- to talk about the deal.

- What deal?

Video game. No one knows about it yet.

We're going to announce

it tomorrow at the fight.

I'm gonna be the first

female MMA fighter

- to have my own game.

- Wow, look at you.

I know, I still can't believe it, I

Growing up, every

minute I wasn't training,

I was playing MMA games.

Pretending to be them.

And now kids are gonna

be pretending they're you.

- That's pretty cool.

- Why didn't you pick up

- any of Jake's calls?

- I was on a flight back

from Norway. I took a

pill because I hate to fly,

but by the time we landed, he was

(PHONE BUZZES)

Oh, damn, uh

Hi.

Yeah. I know. Okay, I will.

Yeah, I got it.

(PHONE BEEPS)

- Is there a problem?

- Dr. Tadlock,

he saw my Insta post

about me being here.

Right, I met him at your agency.

He's your doctor, right?

I'm supposed to rest before the match.

In case I hurt myself before

the big deal is signed.

I just came here to blow off some steam,

but I guess I should go.

- Thank you for your time.

- Yeah.

Being on a plane's a

pretty damn good alibi.

I started following

all of Jake's clients.

Summer posted a sweet message for Jake.

"It's raining in my heart." Tear emoji.

All his top clients posted

a hashtag RIP Jake message.

All except for one, Curtis Moorfield.

Curt Mo. The power forward?

And guess who was Jake's

last call before he d*ed.

Curtis Moorfield, free agent this year.

And that's his wife, Candice.

They're gonna make

it rain in this house.

And see her?

She's the agent that's scooping

up all of Jake's clients.

Curtis will take questions

about his free agency only, please. Yes.

Curt, who's your top team

you want to sign with?

(CURTIS): That's a tough one, you know.

We have the Timberwolves,

they're really good

contenders for the NBA finals this year,

but we'll have to see.

Still in negotiations.

- You trust me?

- Not really.

Max!

Yak from Horse and Hound here.

Curtis, did you know

Jake was having an affair

with your wife? Is

that why you k*lled him?

(OVERLAPPING CHATTER)

(INDISTINCT WHISPERING)

No comment. We have no comment.

(ALL SHOUTING)

(CAMERA SHUTTERS CLICKING)

- What the hell was that, Max?

- I saw Curtis' wife

curling a straw wrapper around

her finger into a spiral.

- And?

- I found the same wrapper

at the m*rder scene. That's her tell.

- That's a leap.

- What else would she be doing

- at her husband's agent's condo?

- Okay, well do you have it?

Maybe I can get forensics

to lift a print off of it.

Oh. You guys have so many rules.

That's great. Look, I

told you to follow my lead.

Now what are you going to do?

I'm gonna get her to admit it.

We're gonna sue you, the city,

- the whole police department.

- That was on me, I apologize.

I could've handled that better.

I see you dropped the phony accent.

Who the hell are you?

- She's a consultant.

- Special investigator.

We found this wrapper at Jake's condo.

- Your prints are all over it.

- See, at the moment, Candice,

you're the only person we can

place at the scene of the crime.

I get it. Curtis is away all the time.

He doesn't give you as much

attention as he used to.

And there's Jake.

He notices your fabulous manicure.

When you cut your hair.

There's no judgement here,

you're in a safe space.

Marriage is hard.

It was such a stupid thing to do.

Sometimes all it takes is one kind word

to make you realize you feel alone.

Jake was intense and overbearing.

But he could be very

charming and thoughtful, too.

Sounds like a toxic cocktail.

Been there, dumped that.

How did Curtis find

out about the affair?

Jake called him. He said

he wanted to come clean.

I begged him not to.

Do you think Curtis

could have k*lled Jake?

That afternoon he called me,

he said he had something

to get off his chest.

Jake told you he was

sleeping with your wife.

- Why would he do that?

- I don't know.

It sounded like he was in a confession.

Or 12 steps or some What do I care

about him making amends?

The dude was supposed

- to have my back.

- And that's when you

- took your revenge.

- On his car.

I smashed it and then I left. I swear.

Talk to us about those kicks.

- (ELLIS WHISTLES)

- Special edition

Curtis Moorfield sneakers.

They're nice, man.

Oh, wait, they don't go on

sale until next week, though.

Even then, they're at least 10 grand.

That's a lot on a concierge salary.

I, uh sold some stocks.

Or maybe you erased

the surveillance footage

of Curtis smashing Jake's car

and in exchange, he gave

you those sweet sneakers.

- I never met the guy.

- So who gave you the shoes?

I was protecting the

agency's investment.

If that video of Curtis

trashing the car got out,

that's 150 million

dollars down the drain.

Yeah, well you wiping those

videos erased our only chance

- at catching a k*ller.

- I had one job.

Clean up Curtis' mess. So I did.

So, I'm assuming you both have alibis

for the night of the m*rder, then.

I have 100 of them. I

took Curtis for a drink

afterwards to calm him down.

Oh, their alibis all check out.

They were at a cocktail

bar from 8PM to closing.

So, we figured out

who trashed Jake's car,

but not who k*lled him.

We've got 100 crazy

reporters outside, and why?

A cheating wife?

We're working on the case, alright?

You know, you were

dangerous enough on your own,

but with this one, I'll be surprised

if this building is

still standing in a week.

Yates, Simmons, get back to work.

Yeah, get back to work.

(SCOFFS)

And you two, I said no big swings,

and what do you do?

Swung big.

We're looking at these parking receipts.

See if we can't track

some of Jake's movements.

You better find something solid.

Yes, sir.

UH, Mr. Flaire.

You strongarm any more

of my clients, we'll sue.

Start being straight with me

and stop covering your ass.

Everybody loved Jake. Really?

Somebody hated him enough

to s*ab him multiple times.

You want me to ease off your clients,

give me something I can use.

Jake didn't even rep her anymore.

- Who?

- Hailey Chen-Lin.

Former client. Current whack job.

You didn't hear it from me.

What are you doing down there?

Hailey Chen-Lin works at

a track over on Burrard.

Burrard.

Burrard, Burrard.

There.

I got a receipt that says

he parked there yesterday.

Let's go.

Hailey Chen-Lin.

Equestrian prodigy, headed

to the Olympics at age 16.

That's a pretty prim and proper sport.

Not always. Hailey was

banned for going after a judge

with a riding crop.

Okay, so she had a violent temper.

Or just teenage hormones

and too tight of a braid.

What, your teenage

years were a cake walk?

My dad was a cop. Nothing in my house

- was a cake walk.

- Your dad was a cop?

That explains so much.

- You wanna hear my life story?

- Not really.

- It's a long story.

- Make it short.

My mom and dad were

in business together.

- Both your parents were con artists?

- You say potato.

I know where your dad

is. What about your mom?

We butted heads all the time.

She was a lot like me.

Was?

She d*ed in a car crash

when I was a teenager.

So, no cake walk here either.

(SOMBER MUSIC)

It's, uh, it's just up ahead here.

Let's do it to it.

(UP-TEMPO ROCK MUSIC)

(CROWD CHEERS)

It's a long way from the Kentucky Derby.

I wonder what brought Jake

back here after all these years.

There she is. That's her.

Hailey, I'm Detective Ellis.

Are you here 'cause I

punched Jake in the face?

- You gave him that black eye?

- He showed up yesterday,

I haven't heard from him in forever

and he wants to all, like,

make up and apologize.

Yeah, I gave him a black eye.

Did that prick press charges?

- You really don't know?

- Know what?

Jake is dead. He was m*rder*d.

What?

No, he He's dead?

I'm so sorry.

(SOFT MUSIC)

(CROWD CHEERS IN THE DISTANCE)

He must have meant a lot to you.

- I hated him.

- Or there's that.

After my parents started

blowing through my earnings,

Jake was the one who

helped me emancipate myself.

- He stood up for me.

- So, you liked him.

- Until he dropped me.

- So, you hated him.

It's complicated, but

that's the best thing

- that ever happened to me.

- I find that hard to believe.

(MYSTERIOUS MUSIC)

Everything is very

proper and conservative

in the equestrian world.

You've got to act a certain

way, look a certain way.

That was never me.

Here, I get to be

loud, I get to be rough,

and I get to be q*eer.

You're living on your own terms.

Which is why when Jake showed up,

I told him to shove his

apology and I let him have it.

With this Kn*fe.

What? No, that's that's not mine.

Max, step away from her.

Hailey Chen-Lin, you're under arrest

- for the m*rder of Jake Boshep.

- I didn't k*ll

- Hands behind your back.

- She didn't even know

- he was dead!

- It's not up for discussion.

- Come on, let's go.

- (HAILEY GRUNTS)

(MAX): There's no way she did it.

- You don't know that.

- Yes, I do.

And that wrinkle in your brow tells me

that you're just as doubtful as I am.

We have to go with the facts here, Max.

That's such a cop out.

No pun intended.

Do you really think she

would leave the m*rder w*apon

in the back of her truck?

I think someone wanted us to find it.

The point is, we did find it.

It's out of our hands.

Just got off the phone

with the prosecutor.

I have more than enough to lay charges.

- She didn't do it.

- Stop saying that.

I can feel it in my gut.

Hailey has a history

of violent behaviour.

She had motive, she

confessed to assaulting him,

and then there's the slam

dunk of the m*rder w*apon.

He doesn't believe she's guilty either.

- I-I didn't say that.

- Don't back down, tell him.

Stop, just stop. Let me remind you

that closing this case

gets you one step closer

to you getting back on the squad

and keeping your ass

out of prison. Got it?

- What?

- Nothing.

You're not a cop. I don't know why

I keep expecting you to understand.

You make that sound

like it's a bad thing.

Motive, evidence. That's

how this job works.

Okay, the law doesn't care about

how you feel or what's right.

It's about what you can prove.

I'll be the first to tell you,

it's not perfect, but

it's what we've got.

He's right.

It's time to move on.

(MAX): So, it's almost

like the victim, Jake,

was on some kind of apology tour.

Sounds to me like a dying

man trying to make amends.

It's a shame you couldn't

make it in here. Honey

The guard brought in some

gabagool just for you.

I'm not hungry tonight anyway.

Do you know what I had

to do to get this in here?

We got the wrong person,

Dad. I can feel it.

So get the right person. Trust your gut

and you'll never go wrong.

It's not that easy.

Procedure, protocols,

train of evidence.

And Ellis is a "by

the book" kind of guy.

You know our code. Screw the rich,

but don't steal from the poor.

And if someone needs a hand up,

we give it to them.

Do you remember that oil well

scam we pulled down south?

I'll never forget it.

That whole deal almost

blew up in our faces. Literally.

So many times, I wanted to bail.

But you were a stubborn little bugger.

And you said,

"There's always a path through,

as long as we stay in the game."

Okay, I call you for

advice and all you do

is throw my own words back at me?

Hey, that's what fathers are for.

(ELLIS): So then Li

says, case closed, Ellis.

Take the win.

(GULLS SQUAWKING)

I should just leave it

and walk away, right?

(PURRING)

Of course I'm not happy with that.

(DISTANT BELL RINGS)

(SHIP HORN HONKS)

(SIGHS) The Kn*fe was in her bag

and the bag was in plain sight.

Anybody could've had access to it.

(PURRING)

If I stir things up and then I'm wrong,

they're never gonna let

me back on the squad again.

Jake, Jake, Jake.

What the hell was going on with you?

Simmons said your ex-wife was

at a wellness retreat all week.

Untraceable, just like you asked for.

Turn the volume up and program

the number into my phone.

- Please.

- Already all over it,

Buttercup. There he is. Be safe.

(ELLIS): Whose house is this?

- Do you really want to know?

- Probably not.

What are you doing here?

I was wondering if you were up

for catching the real k*ller.

Uh, is Billy Idol up

for dancing with himself?

Is Fleetwood Mac up

for going their own way?

Okay, just get in the car. Would you?

Jake's ex-wife has been alibied.

- She doesn't have to talk to us.

- According to the call log

I swiped, Jake had a long

talk with her the night before

he d*ed. And before that,

they hadn't spoken in months.

Maybe she knows something about

what was going on with Jake.

- They're in the middle of a divorce.

- What would they be talking about?

- Another apology.

- Phone sex.

Phone sex?

He's in the middle of a crisis,

it's late at night, she's lathered up

in eucalyptus oils with

hints of musk and cedar.

We've all been there.

It's either that or a butt dial.

Oh my God!

You're very tight in

the lower back and hips.

That means husband tension.

Oh, that's incredible that you know that

- just from touching me.

- It is.

Although, my hands

can only tell so much.

To release the pain, you

need to talk about it.

I'm in the middle of a divorce.

Or, I was. My husband just d*ed.

Oh dear, I'm so sorry.

Did you two make up before he d*ed?

We were miserable. All he did was work.

And he called me the

night before he d*ed.

We talked and talked, and he apologized.

- Oh, he was so sweet.

- And then a little sexy time?

Maybe a little.

I even thought that

we maybe had a chance,

and then he d*ed.

You know I did three hours

of scream therapy that day,

but you wanna hear the worst part?

Wild horses couldn't drag me away.

On the day he d*ed, Jake

transferred 250,000 dollars

out of our account,

into another woman's.

Was her name Sylvia? I hate

Sylivas, they never tip.

Oh! Oh, yeah, right there.

Go deeper. (MOANS)

Her name was Katrina Westdale.

Okay, thank you.

Jake's financials just came through.

250K left his bank account

the morning he d*ed.

- Ms. Katrina Westdale?

- Uh, yes?

Hi. I'm Detective Ellis, this is Max.

We're here to speak to you

about the money you received

from Jake Boshep.

Actually, that's for my husband, Danny.

We'll need to speak

to him as well, then.

Uh I'm afraid

that that's not possible.

Danny's dead.

It happened three years ago.

He took a hit to the chest

during a game.

Never got up. Everybody

just forgot about us.

We're the sad story that

nobody wants to think about.

Years go by and I'm not

a football wife anymore.

Just a single mom working two jobs.

I was about to sell my house.

And then yesterday,

I got Jake's transfer.

250,000 dollars.

Memo just said, "For Danny."

That's a pretty

life-changing amount of money.

You know why he sent it?

Is there any way he'd feel

responsible for Danny's death?

No, it was a freak accident.

The doctor gave him a clean bill

of health right before the game.

What did the autopsy say?

Danny had a heart condition.

Something called HCM,

which apparently is very

common, but we had no idea.

One day, he was about to sign

a 15-million-dollar contract.

The next day, he was dead.

(SOFT MUSIC)

There's no way 250 K wasn't

an apology for something.

Gas station carnations, if you ask me.

- Too little, too late.

- But why now?

Danny d*ed three years ago.

It's not like a dead

guy k*lled Jake, right?

That just puts us right

back at square one.

"No one was put on this

earth for only one thing."

Amen.

- Is that blood?

- Oh. Chili bean sauce, my bad.

Okay, come on, let's focus.

Alright? By all accounts,

Jake was not a good guy.

But then he apologizes to Curtis

for sleeping with his wife.

And then he apologizes to

Hailey for screwing her over

- all these years.

- And then to his ex

for being un grand douche bag.

It's like three days

ago, he just suddenly

- grew a conscience.

- And yet,

that's what got Jake k*lled.

I wonder what triggered

Jake's transformation.

(GULLS SQUAWKING)

We need to speak with someone

who spent more time with Jake

than his boss, his clients,

or even his ex-wife.

Oh, put me in, coach.

Clear eyes, full hearts, can't lose.

Double sh*t, extra sugar.

- (GASPS)

- My angel. Where have you been?

Blame that ogre in HR.

Camille? Oh my God, she's the worst.

- The worst.

- Flat earther.

- No!

- Crazy

- Where is everybody?

- Oh, they're at the big MMA fight today.

(SIGHS) It's such a shame that Jake

You know, yesterday you said

he was acting all weird lately.

Emotional. What do you

think was going on with him?

You ask a lot of questions.

Sorry, I think I'm just nervous.

I mean, what if a serial

k*ller is stalking this agency?

I could be next. You could be next.

Look at you, you're

incredibly beautiful,

you've got charisma oozing

out of your larger pores.

- Is that all for Jake?

- Yeah, Mr. Flaire said

all of Jake's mail is supposed

to go directly to him now, so

Not that other shark, Mackenzie?

Nope, straight to Mr. Flaire.

He was very clear about that.

Let me take it into his office.

You just enjoy that coffee.

Sounds to me like a

dying man making amends.

Whoa.

- (UPBEAT MUSIC)

- (BELL RINGS)

(CROWD CHEERS)

(GRUNTING)

Summer.

Hi. Can we talk for a second?

Not now. Come find me

after I make history.

You remember Dr. Slaney?

Jake took you to see

him a couple weeks ago.

Of course. Can this wait?

There was a problem with your tests.

I don't understand, Dr.

Tadlock said I was fine.

Did Jake ever tell you why he

wanted you to go see a cardiologist?

He said it was a second opinion.

Insurance reasons, no big deal.

What's going on?

Your ECG shows a thickening

of your cardiac muscle.

Basically, your heart can't

pump the way it should.

That explains your fatigue

and shortness of breath.

The doctor told me that

was because of anxiety.

No. Summer, you have

hypertrophic cardiomyopathy.

It's also called HCM

and it can lead to sudden

heart failure from over exertion.

I can still fight.

HCM is serious, Summer.

Athletes have d*ed from it.

Yeah, but that can't

happen to me, right?

If you were my daughter,

I'd never let you set foot

in a ring again.

(SOFT MUSIC)

(DANCE MUSIC)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Hey people, I'm Tamara Jones,

head of PR for the fight.

- I don't remember any

- I don't usually work

in the field, but

I've been riding a desk

in Brand Integration for years,

and ever since my divorce,

FYI, best thing I ever did,

my regional manager Ken,

he says to me, he says,

Tam, why don't you get out in the field

where you can meet people?

He thinks it will help

with my anger management issues.

- I don't care.

- Anyhoo, thrilled to be here

launching Summer's new video game.

I need Summer's team miced up ASAP.

I'm Bill Flaire, I'm her agent.

I'll be announcing the game launch.

- Love it. Are you colour blind?

- What? No.

Great. See these lights?

Red means the mic's off,

green means it's on.

Are you going to be speaking too?

Uh, just here to cheer on Summer.

Amaze balls. Okay, so

when I give you guys a cue,

you're gonna get into

the ring, do your thing,

and then we're gonna give

the people what they came for.

Blood, broken bones. Sounds good?

- Sure.

- Great!

I think we're just waiting

on the insurance rep

to go over Summer's cardiology results,

and then we're good to go.

No, there must be some mistake.

Red means the mic's

off, green means it's on.

We submitted her test results weeks ago.

I was told new results came in.

Ordered by someone named Jake Boshep.

There are no new test results,

- so you can just go ahead.

- Great.

You guys are so easy.

Okay, I need you camera ready in five.

We need to talk.

Is that thing off?

(CLICKING)

Jake ordered a second set of tests?

I didn't know until

a couple of days ago.

If they compare the results to mine,

- they'll know I faked the tests.

- Don't worry about it. I took care of it.

We can't keep doing this.

We did it once before

with that football player.

- He d*ed.

- Tadlock,

this is a video game

deal. Do you understand?

It's worth hundreds

of millions of dollars.

So she just needs to sign the contract,

get through this fight,

and then we'll tell her

the truth, and that'll be it.

Right? You'll get your cut.

No, if they know that I faked the tests,

- then my career's over.

- With this amount of money,

- you won't need a career.

- What did you do, Bill?

I was protecting you.

- What did you do?

- I did what I had to do!

I k*lled the bastard, okay?

He was gonna expose us.

So you keep your mouth shut!

Take the win.

(BILL'S VOICE OVER SPEAKERS):

I did what I had to do.

I k*lled the bastard, okay?

He was going to expose us.

So, you keep your mouth shut!

What the hell is that?

(TENSE MUSIC)

(CROWD MEMBER): That's him right there!

Did I say red off, green

on? I switched the wires.

Bill Flaire, Melvin

Tadlock, you're under arrest.

Put your hands behind your back.

- Take them away, guys.

- (HANDCUFFS CLICKING)

Con 101.

Put pressure on the marks

and watch the bad decisions roll.

We caught the bad guys,

okay? You can smile now.

(ANNOUNCER): Ladies and gentlemen,

and now for the main event!

(CROWD CHEERS)

Well, that wasn't part of the plan.

No, it wasn't.

(CROWD CHEERS)

(ROCK MUSIC)

Summer. Summer, what are you doing?

This is who I am. It's

all I've ever been.

(BELL RINGS)

(HEAVY ROCK MUSIC)

(CROWD CHEERS)

(GRUNTING)

Go in there and stop her.

What do you want me to

do, arrest her? I can't.

She's not doing anything illegal.

She wants to fight, it's her own choice.

(GRUNTING)

(ANNOUNCER): Summer's

looking as good as ever,

exactly as we've come to expect.

I don't think there's a fighter

out there who can b*at her.

(BELL RINGS)

(♪♪)

She looks strong. Maybe she'll be okay.

(♪♪)

(GRUNTING)

She is way ahead on points.

It's early, but I don't see

this going on for much longer.

Whoa! A back kick sends Summer reeling.

It doesn't look like it

was that hard of a sh*t,

but I've never seen her look like this.

The champ shakes it off.

(GRUNTING)

And now she's back in control.

It looks like we are about

to witness history tonight.

- (BELL DINGS)

- End of the round,

that was a great sh*t.

Summer please, stop this.

Millions of people are watching.

Girls that look up to you.

I can win this.

Yeah, or you could die.

Summer, listen to me.

No one was put on this

earth for only one thing.

You've got your whole life ahead of you.

(BELL DINGS)

(SOFT MUSIC)

(CROWD CHEERS)

(LOUD HEARTBEAT)

(SOUNDS MUFFLE)

(LOUD HEARTBEAT SLOWS)

(PANTING)

(ANNOUNCER): I don't

know what's happening,

but Summer has gone to talk to the ref.

- This is a shocking turn.

- (BELL DINGS)

Summer Lake, on the cusp

of breaking the record

for most championship wins

has conceded the fight.

Why would she walk away like this?

A few minutes before the fight,

I was told I have a heart condition

that can be fatal from

even a single blow.

(REPORTER): That must be really hard.

How do you feel about that?

Walking away from the only thing

I've ever known has been tough.

But somebody I know has reminded me

that no one was put on this

earth for just one thing.

Hailey Chen-Lin has been released.

And Flaire is finally starting to talk.

- How'd he catch on about Jake?

- Jake actually came to him.

Said he'd seen how

winded Summer was lately.

That it reminded him of the

football player's same symptoms.

So Jake ordered the extra tests.

When he figured out

what they were doing,

it triggered his apology tour.

He realized he valued

cash over his clients.

Oh, and Flaire admits

to planting the Kn*fe.

Nice work, both of you.

You hear that? He said both.

- Okay, don't press your luck.

- Duly noted, alright.

I got somewhere to be. Later, dudes.

(PHONE RINGS)

(PHONE CONTINUES RINGING)

- Hello?

- (MAX): Hello, spitfire.

How did you know?

Just like you asked for.

Turn the volume up and program

the number into my phone.

- Please.

- Already all over it,

Buttercup.

One day I saw a package in

front of my neighbour's door,

and I just took it.

But it was exciting and dangerous.

Like sex on the back of a motorcycle.

Or so I've heard.

I hated feeling like I was

one hip replacement away

from afternoon Bingo and

reruns of m*rder She Wrote.

A, Angela Lansbury is a legend,

and B, you still got gas in that t*nk.

Can I have a minute to

run a comb through my hair?

- For the mugshot.

- You're no criminal, Bonnie.

You're just a sassy broad

who wanted to feel alive.

- You're letting me off?

- But I am returning

those packages to your neighbours.

- You're collecting the reward.

- To the victor goes the spoils.

If we pin this on Lou Granway in 4F

we could split the money.

Don't push it, Bonnie.

Oh, fancy meeting you here.

You just happened to be

passing by the end of the dock?

Okay, I'll admit it. I'm curious.

(CAT MEOWS)

Curious about what, Max?

Oh, I'm so glad you asked, Ellis.

Okay, if you couldn't be

a cop, what would you be?

- Nothing.

- That's it?

My dad raised me to be

a cop. It's who I am.

- What about you?

- Maybe I'd be

a nuclear physicist,

or I'd advise the royal family.

Ooh, or maybe I'd be a Trappist nun.

You've thought a lot

about this, haven't you?

Yeah. No, you're right.

I guess we're just two

apples that didn't fall far

from our trees.

(MEOWS)

Marc says we need a theme song.

- Oh God.

- Okay, wait, hear me out.

It's gotta be gritty like The Sopranos,

or maybe something a little

more fun like Dukes of Hazzard.

Or it could be silent, like silence.

He's got a cat, she's got style ♪

He's got a frown, she's got a smile ♪

That's not gonna work. (CHUCKLING)

- Marc likes it.

- No, he doesn't.

You hear that? This

is my favourite song.

- Just this.

- (BOTH LAUGH)

(GULLS SQUAWKING)