05x01 - In the Arms of Morpheus

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05x01 - In the Arms of Morpheus

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Previously on Private Eyes.

You're almost 18 years old,

and you are a mature,
remarkable young lady.

Which is why we think
that it's time you moved out.

And we think
the coach house out back

may be the perfect
first apartment for you.

Wait. You're serious? Cool.
Uh, let's go check it out.

- OK.
- Aww. Aren't they cute?

My God. What have we done?

Now, she won't have to sneak
out to go stay at Liam's dorm.

She what?!

- I see a woman. Dark eyes.
- No.

- Don't know anyone like that.
- Don't wait too long.

- No one has forever.
- Man. That crazy psychic

didn't know what
she was talking about.

Oh, I couldn't hear
anything from behind

- the curtain.
- Good.

- What am I gonna do?
- You're... pregnant.

- Is the teddy bear for the baby?
- Yeah.

It will never get
to see its daddy.

- (dramatic music)
- (Earl): STOP!

Enough, Earl.
Better to go to jail

- for one m*rder than for three.
- Four.

- (men grunting)
- (Crystal): NO!

Call 911. Angie, stay with me.

Ange?

(siren blaring)
(birds chirping)

(sombre music)

I can't believe
this is happening.

I just keep going
over it in my head.

I got to her
as quickly as I could.

Oh, no.
You can't blame yourself.

- Hey, guys.
- Hey.

(Nora sighs)

- Whoa. Oh.
- Come on.

Mom. It's fine. I'm fine.

- Shade, help me out here?
- Yeah.

Nora, the laparoscopy showed
minimal damage.

The b*llet went
right through her.

It hit a vital organ.

My liver. If it's anything
like yours, it's a tough one.

I see the b*llet didn't
nick your sarcasm.

Sorry. I get surly
when I'm in pain.

More flowers!

- What a waste of money.
- That's what I said.

(Nora): Oh, that wound is
gonna leave such a scar.

Oh, poor thing. One piece
bathing suits from now on.

Oh, are you kidding?
That scar is like a badge

of honour for being
a stone-cold heroine.

- (sighs)
- You saved a pregnant

- woman's life.
- Thank you. Mom!

It's not a staycation. I'll
probably be out of here tomorrow.

What? Are you kidding me?
You got sh*t

less than 72 hours ago.
You're not going anywhere

- for a while.
- Besides,

never underestimate
the power of cute recovery wear.

Cute for whom, Nora?

Oh, she hasn't seen
her day nurse. He's very... fit.

(motor humming)
(controller clicking)

- Can you not?
- Look, I broke three ribs

on my right side,
and the only comfortable

position for me to sit in was
at a 45-degree angle

- with my feet elevated.
- I need to get out of here.

Doctor says no.
(distant phone ringing)

- No!
- Come on!

Just one file. A missing dog.
A paranoid husband. Anything.

Zoe and I got
the agency handled.

Your only job now is to rest.

Here. Take a trip
to morphine island.

- It'll help you sleep.
- I'm sleeping fine.

Hey!

(beep)
Sweet dreams.

(beeping)

Nora?

I was just...

making sure
that she wasn't faking it.

(soft music)

(inaudible speaking)

I have never met anyone
as stubborn as that woman.

Oh, there must be a mirror
around here somewhere.

(Don chuckles)

- How you holding up, Matt?
- Ah, the agency is busy,

- but I'm handling it.
- I'm not talking

about the agency. I'm talking
about Angie. We almost lost her.

Yeah, but we didn't.
She's fine.

All right. You're not ready.

That's OK. You'll get there
on your own time.

Dad, can you get a ride home
with Jules and Nora?

- I gotta get back to work.
- Yeah, no problem.

I can show Liam how to change
that leaky faucet

in the coach house. Hey, hey.

He's a great kid, and he helps
out a lot around the house.

You take care.
I'll see you soon.

See you, Dad.

(indistinct speaking over PA)

(sawing and drilling)

That's something I can get
behind, new children's ward.

(hammering)

Wow! Thank you so much!
That's very generous.

- Matt Shade, am I right?
- Yeah, guilty.

You know, if you throw
a fundraising party

and collect over 10 000,
you become a bronze patron.

- Your name goes on a wall.
- Oh, yeah?

- My name on a wall, you say?
- Nigel Sweeney, hospital PR.

- Hey.
- The new wing'll provide

over 30 beds
for the children's cancer unit.

I'll see what I can do.
In the meantime,

can I replace
this beaten up donations box?

It functions,
but it sure doesn't look pretty.

Give me your business card.
I'll have a new one

- over here tomorrow.
- Wow, I really... thank you.

Yeah. Anything for the kids.

(siren blaring)
(honking)

Agua...

(chuckles)

(cup clatters)
(sighs)

(tense music)

(click)
Nurse?

(click)

(sighs)
(grunts)

(gasps)

(grunts)

(IV stand rattles)

(grunts)

(indistinct speaking over PA)

(machines beep)

(mysterious music)
Whoa.

Hello?

Hmm.

Hello?

(nurse): [How are we
this evening, Ms. Jones?]

[Time for your medication.]

(beep)

(beep)
(patient snoring)

(Angie chuckles)
(beep)

(beep)

(man 1): [...Tate believes?]
(coughs)

(man 2): [Doesn't matter. You
better keep your mouth shut.]

[You're taking money from me.]
(coughs)

[What, the stupid pythons?]
(indistinct speaking)

[You say anything, and you're
a dead man. Got me? Dead!]

(door opens)
(Angie gasps)

(suspenseful music)

Ahem.

(beep)
(phone line trills)

This is Matt Shade.
Leave a message.

(whispering): Shade! I need
you to come to the hospital.

I heard a fight and somebody's
gonna get k*lled, so... hurry!

(rising music)

♪ I see you and you see me ♪

♪ Watch you blowin' the lines
when you're makin' 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 ♪

(Angie): I clearly heard a man
threatened. Why aren't you

- taking me seriously?
- Look.

With all my injuries,
I was on morphine

five, maybe six times.

- And that makes you an expert?
- Enough of an expert to know

the hallucinogenic effects
it can have on your D receptors.

One time, I thought
I was Michael Bublé.

I sang every word that came out
of my mouth for six hours.

I clearly heard
a man threatened.

I don't think "clear" is
the right word to describe

anything that happened
last night.

(Angie's voice): Shade!
Oh, my God, there's a monster

in heels. You need to come to
the hospital! There was a fight.

And frats! No. Frats.
What? Why can't I say frats?

It's T... H... R

E... tay. Tate? Tate!

I called the hospital
right after I got this

last night. The night nurse said
you were fast asleep.

I could've sworn
I called for help.

- Hey all!
- Hey, Danica.

- Did you find anything?
- Uh, so I personally checked

all the rooms,
and I talked to the nurse.

Who, by the way, have you seen?
Because... wow.

And every patient is
exactly where they should be.

Maybe the person I heard
threatened got discharged.

Have I ever told you
about Inspector Baird?

My last year of police college,
I was on a ride-along,

and we got a call.
It was a burglary.

We ended up in a sh**t...

and Baird was sh*t.
So was a baby goat. It wasn't

a real baby goat. It was
a stuffed baby goat. I did not

know that at the time.
It was very traumatic.

What was my point? My point is

this was Baird's
third time being sh*t,

and it still took him months
to deal with the trauma.

I'm dealing. It's dealt with.

Or you're inventing a crime
to avoid the trauma.

- (sighs)
- I heard the word "dead."

Without context,
you don't know what you heard.

And without proof,
I can't investigate this

- any further. I'm sorry.
- Right.

Well, we understand. Thanks.

Talk to you later.

Hey, I, um...
I brought you a surprise.

Tada! It's already
on the hospital Wi-Fi,

and I loaded it with all
your favourite reality shows.

- I don't do reality TV.
- Hey. I've seen

your PVR.
Cat Fights of Louisiana

did not download itself.

What's the matter?
You don't like it?

(sighs)

I love it. It's perfect.

All right, cool.
I'll call you later.

(beeping)
(phone rings)

- (honking)
- (Angie): [Zoe.]

[Hey, boss lady!]

Did you get my flowers?
Did you love them?

Oh, I love them, Zoe!

Listen. I need
you to do me a favour.

[OK? And just keep it
between us gals.]

(inhales deeply)

(phones ringing)
(indistinct speaking over PA)

Hey!

You must be Rick.
And if that's a latte,

you're k*lling me. Please tell
me it's on the lunch menu.

Ah, nurse's lounge special.
It's good to see you

up and about.
That is a cute tracksuit.

- Oh!
- But you are gonna need these

in case you wanna stick
your head in to peek

at the new wing. Everyone says

- they won't, and then they do.
- OK. Thank you.

By the way, I... I wanted
to apologize for my mother.

Nora? Why?

No idea, but I assume

she's said or done something
really inappropriate.

Uh, yeah. You know,
she did try to slip a C-note

into my waistband.
Wanted me to pay

extra attention to her daughter.

I'm mortified.

And also... a little bored.

So... this is ground zero, huh?

- Yeah.
- Wow.

You've got more bells
and whistles there

- than the cockpit of a 747.
- All for the safety

of our patients.
You know, from here, I can

- listen in on anybody.
- Really?

Yeah. You, room C-6.
You talk in your sleep.

- No.
- Mmhm. The other night, it was about some lucky boy named Matt.

Oh! He's not a boy.
That's just my business partner.

Ah, you weren't talking
much business.

So I'm, uh, C-6. I guess

this is 7, 8, 9.
And then 10 through...

- 12.
- Excuse me. Hello?

Seriously?! I took on

over 30 grand in debt,
and now he wants what?!

(tense music)

(over PA): Security
to the front desk, please.

Security to the front desk.

(sighs)

"Luke Lancaster. Discharged."

Yeah, right.

(over PA): Nurse to Ward 3.
Ward 3.

(beep)
(phone line trills)

- (Matt): [Hey, Everett.]
- Hey.

So those voices I heard?
They came from room C-12.

Now, paperwork says

[a patient named Luke Lancaster
was discharged, ]

- [but was he really?]
- Yes!

Because that's
what the paperwork says.

What if Lancaster's in danger?

I mean, would you be able
to sleep at night,

knowing that something happened
that you could've prevented?

Yes.

No.

Fine. I'll find him
and go talk to him.

Great! OK. Uh...

Pick me up on the way. I can
probably slip out for an hour.

- (laughs)
- Nice try, Everett.

- (sighs)
- Shade, stop treating me

like a delicate flower
with no brain.

You're my business partner.
(soft music)

You know what? No, actually.
You're more than that.

You're my friend.
You should know better.

You know what?
I do know better.

You're staying right where
you are. End of conversation.

I loaded up that tablet for you.
Go use it.

(beep)
(sighs)

(phone buzzing)

- Hey!
- Pretend I'm someone else.

- Zoe?
- Da... strinda,

my very good friend.

Be cool, Zo. Did you find

anyone named Tate who worked
at the hospital last night?

- Dates? Oh, yeah.
- Three this week.

I am swiping right
and taking no prisoners.

- Ah.
- Dastrinda? Talk fast.

OK. Uh, see if any of them
have a record,

or maybe have had
a mysterious accident lately?

Mm. Got it. On it. Talk soon!

- Sorry. Girl talk.
- Mmhm.

- Do you need anything, boss?
- Yeah, an address

on Luke Lancaster. And, um,

if you talk to your friend
Dastrinda again,

tell her she better be calling
you from her hospital bed.

(receding footsteps)

- (birds chirping)
- (Angie): Mm!

So creamy. So coffee-y.
What magic did you

- work to make this happen, Mia?
- Hmm! My staff ticket

to anywhere in the hospital.
But you didn't get it from me.

That's what I love about you.

- Not afraid to break the rules.
- Mmhm...

- OK. Out with it.
- There's something weird

going on and Shade won't
even talk to me about it.

He isn't taking it well,
is he?

- What?
- Your sh**ting.

Oh. Well, it's not easy,
running the agency alone,

- but he's got Zoe there.
- I mean you, you dork!

- You could've d*ed.
- Well, he's OK. Isn't he?

The night you were
brought in...

(sighs)
...at first, he was in the eye

of the storm, giving the emerge'
team a detailed account

- of what happened, but...
- Sounds like Shade.

After that... when they were
trying to stop the bleeding...

- ...he was scared.
- Of course he was.

I'm the only one with a key
to the liquor cabinet.

The eyes don't lie.

He really cares about you.

Now is not the time.

What I mean is someone
in this hospital is in trouble.

I need your help
to figure out who.

(rhythmic music)

(birds chirping)
(man speaking indistinctly)

(children shouting)

Luke Lancaster?

I'm Matt Mosley.

I'm an investigator
with the hospital.

They have their
own investigators?

I understand there was
an altercation in your room

last night. My sources tell me
someone was threatened?

Wasn't me.

So it was you
who did the threatening?

Are you accusing me
of something? Or, uh...

is this the hospital's way
of avoiding my real complaints?

- What complaints?
- That place is a gong show.

All that construction,
drilling, people fighting.

- You heard a fight?
- Yeah. Two guys yelling

at one another. I think
it had to do with a python.

A python. You didn't happen
to be on a morphine drip?

Don't play dumb. I heard it
clear as day. "Stupid python."

You know, every year,
at least 30 get lost

in the city's sewer system.
I looked it up.

Maybe that's
why they were drilling.

- Drilling?
- Yeah.

Drilling practically in my room.

All right. I'll look into it.
Thanks for your help.

Hey, don't forget
about the python!

They find
two-pronged bites in people,

someone's getting sued.



(vehicles driving)
(honking)

Did either of them have
a distinct voice?

- An accent? Anything?
- I don't know!

It was... it was muffled,
and I was groggy.

One of them had...
kind of a sharp cough.

Here we go. OK.
Last night, there were

eight people working
on your ward.

- Not one of them was a man.
- Damn it.

Well, if it wasn't
a person on staff,

and it wasn't a patient...

maybe it was
just a morphine dream.

(man coughs)
That cough.

Hey, Mia. Are you ready to get
down with some inventory?

- That the voice?
- That's the voice.

You two talking about me?

Angie overheard someone's life
being threatened last night.

- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah. Turns out it was you.

OK. I'm sorry, but,
uh, who even are you?

- This is Angie.
- Oh, you're the friend.

- PI that got sh*t.
- Yeah.

Is this you? Are you
getting your PI friend

- to check up on me?
- Oh, please.

- Are you two?
- Lord, no.

- Never again.
- We tried.

Couldn't look
at each other for weeks.

Work was hell.
(coughs)

- There it is. That's the cough.
- Allergies.

I heard that cough during the
fight when you were threatened.

- It never happened.
- Wha... so...

So you weren't in my ward
on the third floor last night?

- Look. I don't want to be rude, but
whatever you heard had nothing to do with me.

OK?

OK.

Hey, Everett. You were right.

We should get to work.

- We'll talk.
- Hey.

- Hey.
- Bye, Shade.

- Later, Mia. Who was that?
- It's Mia's partner.

The second I heard his voice,
I thought it was him last night,

- but... no.
- Well, I may be onto something.

You'll never guess who else
heard an argument last night.

- Luke Lancaster.
- Ha! And you didn't believe me!

Well, I believed
you heard it in your head.

- And now?
- And now, I believe I have

some investigating to do.
We'll regroup in the morning?

- You got it. Goodnight, Shade.
- OK.

(insects chirping)
(distant dog barking)

(water running)
(dishes clattering)

Hey. What does
python mean to you guys?

- Snakes.
- Snakes.

- Other than snakes?
- My biceps.

There is no other than snakes.

The word python is
Greek and Latin

and refers to the serpent
slayed by Apollo.

Look at her. Two months
in school and already smarter

than both of us.
No, I'm missing something.

You missed dinner, Mr. Shade.

Liam, you know you can
just call him Matt?

- Yeah? I was hoping that.
- (inaudible speaking)

Uh, we could just keep
things formal, though.

Uh, you know, I call you
Mr. Shade, and...

you call me Mr. Liam? It could
be, like, our thing, or...

No, that's just...
That was just crazy talk.

Why switch it now?

Dad, I can practically hear
you side-eyeing my boyfriend.

Come on. The kid does
the dishes, for crying out loud.

(water running)
(dishes clattering)

(rhythmic music)

Liam... I was just kidding.

Of course, you can call me Matt.

But, uh, do me a favour
and adios that trash, will you?

Oh, yeah! On it!

- (door opens)
- Dad, it's time.

- You need to talk about it.
- We just did.

(door shuts)
Liam lives with you.

40 feet from where I sleep,
I might add,

but we're not gonna
get into that.

I love you, so I'm OK with it.

Next subject.

She's talking about Angie.

You almost lost
your best friend.

You're my best friend,
sweetheart.

I'm not five anymore.

In my first year
music therapy class,

- you know what I learned?
- To respect your elders?

When someone close to you
experiences trauma,

you experience trauma.

- I'm not traumatized.
- You don't process

your feelings, you won't heal.

And what would
you suggest, doctor?

Well... meditative music.

Look, I have to do it
for my class anyways.

I can just put it on your phone.
Come on, hand it over.

- (sighs)
- Here you go.

Thank you.

She's right.

- She's young.
- Look, if you...

Dad, I know what
you're gonna say.

And I can't. Not now.

OK.

Yeah, I'm going to bed.

(clicking)
(beeping)

(sinister music)

(softly): No, stop...

(both grunting)

Oh...

(birds chirping)
(distant traffic)

(indistinct chatter)
(phone ringing)

- Hello, sweetheart.
- Mom.

Someone got morphine happy
last night, fell out of bed.

They came into my room,
and they drugged me.

Of course they did,
sweetheart.

You look nice.

Wait.

Is this for Nurse Rick?

- No!
- Good morning, ladies.

- Good morning, Rick.
- And so...

here's your lightly burnt toast
and an egg scramble

with a side of...
well, you don't wanna know.

But I did score you
the last bran muffin.

- It's the only real food here.
- Thanks, Rick.

Hey, um...

you can unlock
the morphine drips, right?

I'm sorry. This is
the end of the line

for your morphine.
Can't top you up, honey.

Someone already did. They came
into my room last night.

I heard you took a tumble.

Night nurse came running, found
you on the floor unconscious.

Did she see anyone
leaving my room?

We lock things down tight
after hours.

- No one gets in or out.
- Unless you work here.

- Angie!
- Are you asking me

- if I drugged you?
- I heard a fight

about money the other night,
and then...

I heard you fighting
about money the next morning.

Well, not that it's
any of your business,

but my soon-to-be ex-husband
left me with thousands in debt,

which is why I've been working
night shifts at a seniors' home.

- I'm an idiot, Rick.
- I'm so sorry.

(Rick sighs)

- (door opens)
- Rick!

You get the shoe covers
I left for you?

I can't believe you found them
in electric blue.

Totally my hero.
(laughs)

- I hope this is a good time.
- I just wanted to...

pop in and see how your stay
has been with us so far.

- (door shuts)
- The hospital has a concierge?

Kind of. Nigel, hospital PR.

Nora, Angie's mom.

Well, look, I hope
the construction

in the new wing
hasn't been a stress

- on your recovery.
- Well, she has been

hearing voices,
but I think it's the morphine.

- Mom!
- With these outdated buildings,

noise travels in strange ways.
But... we're adjusting

the construction schedule.
The comfort of our patients

is tantamount.

She gets bran muffins
and morphine,

but what does a poor mother
fraught with worry get?

You're suggesting a service
for the patients' families.

- Interesting.
- Actually, I did have

some ideas. Let's start
in the waiting room.

Oh.

I was thinking...

- Ow!
- (door shuts)

(intriguing music)

(grunts)

(beep)
(phone line trilling)

- (phone ringing)
- Hey, Everett.

- You sleep OK last night?
- No! Someone came in my room

- and upped my morphine.
- And yet,

you sound so happy about it.

- Because I think it was Jared.
- (Matt): [The paramedic?]

- Are you sure?
- I don't know. I didn't see

the guy's face, but I just found
an EMS pin in my bed.

- So... why the happy?
- What if...

...they drugged me
to silence me?

- Someone help me out here.
- (Matt): [That would mean]

he wants
you to stop investigating.

And that means
we're on the right track.

And if you're right, he was
one of the voices you heard!

I get it.

So what now?

(Angie sighs)
(distant honking)

911. I have an emergency.

- Oh, really?
- What's the emergency?

That if you don't drink this,
it's gonna get cold?

Something tells me this isn't
just a cup of coffee.

It's an apology. I'm a little
embarrassed about yesterday.

The voices... I mean,
I don't even know you.

It was definitely the morphine,
so... sorry?

It's all good. And I'm sorry
for getting my back up.

- Well, who wouldn't have? Here.
- Thanks.

- Agh!
- I'm such a klutz. Are you OK?

I'm fine.

(sighs)

Great. I'll smell
like coffee all day.

(tense music)

- (sighs)
- It was your pin, Jared.

That was almost too easy.

Thank you for doing this.

Normally, if someone asked
me to track

my partner's key card movements
through the hospital,

I'd tell them where to go.
But... if he really tried

to hurt you, I want him busted.

Are you sure you haven't
noticed anything different

- about him lately?
- I guess if I...

dig deep, he's been distracted.

I mean, the guy is intense,
usually laser focused,

- but not so much lately.
- For how long?

- A couple of months?
- Honestly, I thought it was

'cause we broke up.

Oh, crap. Look.

(tense music)

Gotcha.

The key card shows he was here
the night I heard the argument

and last night. What a snake!

Maybe he's our python.
This is it.

This is the office Jared used
the key card to get into.

It is right next door
to Luke Lancaster's room.

He could've heard
the voices through the wall.

Vivian Novak ring any bells?

- Not even one.
- (beep)

(door unlocks)
(tense music)

OK. I'm texting Zoe. I'll get
her to look into Vivian Novak,

see if she has
any connection to Jared.

What was he doing in here
in the middle of the night?

- Not meeting Vivian Novak.
- He used his own key card

to get in, not hers.
Plus, the two voices I heard

- were definitely male.
- The only thing I'm interested

in here is this.
And it's password protected.

What?

(beep and door unlocks)
Hide!

Uh, who are you?!

We're private investigators.

And I think someone's been
watching you.

- Ah, but why?
- Why would anyone break in here?

You say you're
investigating this.

- Do you know who's behind it?
- We have our suspicions,

- but nothing concrete.
- The patient next door

heard drilling, and... ah.

Can you think
of anyone in the hospital

that might have issues with you?

I manage the entire staff
at this hospital,

uh, budgets, departments,
the new pediatric wing.

All I deal with are issues,
but it's not like

- I have enemies.
- Can you think of any reason

why someone would plant
a camera in your office?

Look, I... I basically walk
to my desk,

- sit at my computer, then leave.
- That's it.

Information. I mean,
you must have access

to all the files
in the hospital, right?

Sure. Patients, fundraisers,
staff, prescriptions.

Do you see every prescription
that leaves the hospital?

We get a surprisingly large
number of patients

who are feigning illness
or injury, when, really,

all they want is a top up
to feed their addictions.

Our doctors are trustworthy,

but we still have to keep track
of what they're prescribing.

And, of course, you need
a password to access them.

Of course.

(intriguing music)

(Angie): So Jared broke in,
planted the camera and got

Vivian Novak's password,
and then I think

he went back to print
prescriptions to sell.

But then he fought
with someone.

- Maybe he got caught...
- Ow. Stupid seatbelt.

- Don't blame the car.
- Maybe they just

discharged you too soon.

Or not. Ahem. Here.

Is that better?

Yeah. Thanks.

If Jared got caught going
through someone's office,

he would've been fired... unless
he bribed whoever caught him.

- No.
- You know, if he is

selling prescriptions, he's
probably only got one buyer.

- You're thinking drug dealer?
- You know it.


(soft music)

(streetcar bell dings)

Oh! Oh!

- Oh!
- When did this happen?

- Her boyfriend hooked her up.
- She still with Rory?

- It's never gonna last.
- Oh, I don't know.

They have matching
avatar outfits,

except her flamethrower is
pink camo.

Ah. What's the update
on Jared?

He could try his credit cards
in a five-cent candy machine,

- and they'd still get cut up.
- Accounts emptied out too?

You'd think. But last week,
he deposited 25K.

Since then, he's been
withdrawing 500 bucks

twice a day,
and always at the same ATM.

Have you got an address
for that ATM?

Yup. Titus Sports and Games.

- Not that scuzz hole.
- It's a bar slash gambling joint.

Well, that explains why he
can't pay off his credit cards.

He's in deeper than
we thought. That place is not

- for the faint of heart.
- Someone's got a deep dark past.

Yeah. My mom.

(Nora breathes heavily)

What?

(upbeat country music)

- (Nora laughs)
- Nora seems right at home.

Don't think that doesn't bug
the hell out of me.

If things go sideways,
you get the hell out of Dodge,

- OK?
- I can handle myself.

Yeah, I know you can,
but there's being tough,

and then there's being stupid.
You're still injured.

- No!
- Yeah!

You're Angie Everett.

That's what is says
on my g*n licence.

- (laughs)
- She's your kid all right.

This is my partner,
Matt Shade.

Nora says you might be able
to give us some information

on Jared Brenner.

This stays in the cone, yeah?

Of course.

Jared got in deep. Quick too.

Sports, point spreads. The kid
doesn't know when to stop.

That explains
why he's selling prescriptions.

Nah. Anyone selling 'scripts,
I'd know about it.

- Does he owe anybody money?
- Little Mikey.

- Big Mikey's kid?
- Came in here this morning,

looking for Jared.
Wasn't too happy.

I bet this Little Mikey is
the same guy I heard

in Vivian Novak's office.
We need to get to Jared

- before he does. Thanks.
- Thanks.

(dramatic music)

(insects chirping)

Jared? Open the door.

- (man grunting)
- What's that?

- (thudding)
- (Jared): Help!

- Jared?
- (thud)

- (man grunts)
- Hey!

Agh!

Ugh. Damn it.

(Angie grunts)
(Matt panting)

(car engine starts)
(brakes squealing)

(grunts)

(suspenseful music)

- Everett?
- Did you get the guy?

No. Are you OK?

Yeah. I called 911.

Whoever knocked him out...
wanted him dead.



(sombre music)
(siren chirps)

(indistinct speaking over radio)
(Angie sighs)

- (Angie): Thank you.
- (phone beeps)

Jared's in stable
but critical condition.

With all the swelling
on his brain,

they've induced a coma.
Danica and her team

should be finished
with the scene soon.

Popped three stitches.

I shouldn't have
kicked in the door.

No, you shouldn't have.

Find anything?

Half a shoeprint on the fence.

I don't think we're gonna get
anything off the bookend.

Any sign of forced entry?

None. He must have
known the guy. Maybe it's

this Little Mikey
you were talking about?

I'm gonna need a copy
of your files on this case.

Yeah. We'll have
Zoe send them right over.

OK.

(phone buzzes)

Speaking of.

According to Zoe,
straitlaced Vivian Novak

isn't who she says she is.

(intriguing music)

- Come on.
- Let's get you cleaned up.

(street car bell dings)

Vivian Novak:
Hospital administrator,

single, three kids
in university.

And then, I checked what kind
of car Vivian Novak drives.

Minivan.

- And?
- There it was.

Vivian Novak's driver's license
with a picture

of Vivian Novak on it,
but the last name?

Not Novak. It's...

We're not gonna do
a drum roll, Zoe.

Someday.

- Vivian Tate.
- You're kidding!

- But it gets better.
- Not only is Vivian in charge

of the new pediatric wing,
she's also in charge

of all of its funding.
So we know Novak is Tate!

Kids, millions, it all fits.

Except for the pesky python.

Maybe one of the voices
I heard was female.

Maybe Jared caught
her stealing from the fund.

Three kids in university,
that's not cheap.

So he catches her stealing
from a pot of millions.

He threatens to out her
unless she cuts him a cheque.

If he recorded her stealing,

she'd be on the hook for as long
as he wanted her to be.

It might make her desperate
enough to try to k*ll him.

(tense music)

Seriously? You're asking

if I tried to k*ll a paramedic

after stealing money
from sick children?

I heard someone mention Tate,
which you are.

- Which I was...
- until three weeks ago,

- when I walked down the aisle.
- (Matt): You got married again.

That explains
why your driver's license is

in your old name, but...

you're the only one with access
to the pediatric wing fund.

Wait a minute.

Someone's using your computer
to steal from the fund.

- That's impossible.
- Well, someone did have

a camera in your office.
(Vivian sighs)

- (gasps)
- Oh, my God! No!

- No, no, no, no, no, no!
- How much is missing?

Over $300 000.

- I'm gonna call in to Danica.
- (Vivian gasps)

(heavy footsteps)

- What is it?
- Those footsteps. I've heard

them before. They belong
to one of the voices.

(over PA): [Dr. Russell,
call 1-7-5.]

Nigel, right? Angie.

- Oh! Hello again.
- You're looking well.

And you, sir, many thanks
for the new donations box.

- Happy to help.
- Those...

are some fine shoes,
Mr. Sweeney.

- Oh. Thank you.
- Alligator?

No. Python.

Well... nice to see you both.

Hope I never do again.

Little hospital humour.
(chuckling)

Ah. Luke Lancaster was right.

There is a snake loose
in the hospital.

- Damn. OK. Yeah.
- Put a rush on it.

Nigel Sweeney's accounts
came back clean.

He's gotta be funnelling
the stolen money.

Maybe... through a business?

Forensics accounting,
they'll find the money trail.

- It just might take a while.
- We don't have a while.

If he's in this with Jared,
he knows we're investigating.

In fact, how much do you wanna bet he's
the one that smashed Jared over the head?

Which means Nigel's probably
already moving the money.

And Jared could be in danger.

I've posted a unit
by his side.

Look, without proof, I have no
way of charging Nigel Sweeney.

- Unless we get him to admit it.
- I don't see how.

I think I do.

(birds chirping)
(distant traffic)

(tense music)

Mom? Stop glaring at him.

He drugged my baby girl.

(Angie): See if his phone
is in there.

- It's not here.
- I wanna be part of the heist.

- It's not a heist.
- Nora, we need you

to stay here. If Nigel comes by
to check on Jared,

you tell him he's out of his
coma, but he's just sleeping.

- And then, get Nigel out of here.
- OK.

That's just in case
he comes by.

For our plan to work, we need
him to think that Jared's

- no longer in a coma. Got it?
- Got it.

Found it.

- Stay here.
- OK. Bye.

Excuse me?

Could you be a dear and get
me a glass of water, please?

Thank you.



I think someone needs a haircut.

- (Mia): Three, five, two.
- We're in.

Jared kept all the texts he sent

to Nigel. Look at the last one.

"I'm gonna need a little more
incentive to keep quiet."

Anything that
implicates Nigel?

- I don't think so.
- He was too smart for that,

but let's figure out
how this all began.

(tense music)

Oh, my God. Guys, get this.
"The person who witnessed

you steal
from the kids' donation box."

Nigel caught Jared breaking
into the donations box

- for the children's fund.
- The one by the thermometer?

That's how he got
Jared to do his dirty work:

Break into Vivian's office,
install the cameras...

get her passwords
and transfer the money.

Keeping his hands
squeaky clean.

- Not for long.
- Hey, Nigel. Nice try,

but I'm still alive.

They know everything.
Meet me in the new wing.

You two are gonna
confront him?

Not us.

I am.

(suspenseful music)

- Jared?!
- (Vivian): Nigel.

How could you do it,
steal from the children?

Vivian? I've never stolen
anything in my life.

Jared told me everything.

He told me how you caught him
stealing from the donations box,

how you blackmailed him into
installing the camera in my office.

- What a wild story.
- I have proof.

You went to his house.
That was you

who smashed his head in
with a bookend.

- No, it was not!
- The thing you didn't know is

that we installed a hidden
camera in his front entry.

- I don't believe you.
- Then I guess I'll

just take the footage
to the police...

unless you know anyone who would
take it off my hands...

- for a price?
- How much?

- 20%.
- That's over $60 000!

Leaving you
a cool quarter of a mil'.

Do you know how many years
I've grovelled for donations?

I raise all the money here!

- I deserve a cut!
- So you took it, hundreds of

- thousands of dollars.
- That's right, I did.

You know, the last time
I overheard something fishy,

I didn't record it.
So this time, I made sure I did.

- Give me that recorder.
- Mm, no.



(grunting)

- Ah! Ah!
- (grunting)

- (Danica): Police!
- (officer): Police!

I can't believe that worked.

Nigel Sweeney,
you're under arrest.

- You broke my wrist!
- Anything for the kids.

(light jazz music)

(over PA): Dr. Alexander
to Pediatrics.

Dr. Alexander to Pediatrics.

(soft music)

Hey. I brought you a hat.

- Why?
- Well, my mom's

- not much of a barber.
- Oh, I don't know.

I think the new 'do is gonna
give him just the kind of edge

he needs,
considering where he's going.

- And where is that?
- Oh. Think, uh,

communal showers,
bars, prison tats.

sh**t, that gave it away.

Hi. I'm Detective Danica Powers.

I haven't even had
a chance to explain myself.

- Oh, there's no need.
- Nigel already folded

like a cheap suit...
in python shoes.

- He used me.
- Look, he tried to k*ll me!

If it's any consolation,
your list of crimes is

almost as long as his:

Embezzlement, fraud,
breaking and entering.

Oh, my personal favourite:
as*ault.

- as*ault?! I never hurt anyone!
- No, but you could have...

if I hadn't stopped
you from drugging me.

You're lucky she was injured.

Tangle with her when she's not,
you won't get out alive.

See you in court.

You know, you're cute
when you're protective.

- Oh, no, Everett.
- I'm cute all the time.

(soft music)

- (Don): That's what I thought!
- (laughing)

Think you can put one over me?

(laughing)

- What's in this again?
- Ah, that's ginger beer,

- pineapple juice and...
- Cherry syrup.

Mm! Oh, yes,
that's what I'm tasting:

- The total lack of alcohol.
- You do not

need booze to relax, dear.

- (Matt): Top you up, Nora?
- Yes, please.

There you go.

- Don't look at me like that.
- This has been

a very stressful time for me!

Uh, Angie,
I made you something.

- What is that?
- Only the most brilliant thing

in the world, Matt. Mr. Shade.

- Ma... Matt.
- Liam.

It's OK. Chill.

I, uh, put together
a little sonic mantra,

a few ocean waves,
a little John Legend

to keep things saucy.

- Thank you, Jules. You get me.
- (Jules laughs)

I should get going, though.
I have some meds to take.

- Oh, I packed them.
- Sorry, in what?

Uh, your suitcase is
at the front door.

- My suitcase?
- You're gonna be a guest

at Casa de Shade,
just for a couple of days.

- Oh. No. No. No.
- Everett, you're good at

lots of things, but recuperating
is not one of them.

- Yeah.
- But...

that's unnecessary.
I'm just gonna go home.

- No, it's settled.
- (Jules, Matt, Don): Settled.

Apparently, it's settled.

♪ Right as it may seem ♪

Welcome.

♪ The bumpy road
that led us here ♪

♪ Make sure we let go ♪

♪ All the fear ♪

- That better be wine.
- Yeah, you know it is.

(Angie chuckles)

(Matt sighs)

(distant barking)

So what the hell were
you thinking, kicking in

that door? You know you could've
picked that lock

in under 30 seconds.

Kicking in a door
is way cooler.

You got me there, Everett.

What's with
this "Everett" thing?

When's the last time
you called me Angie?

You were bleeding out
in the Hall of Mirrors.

Oh.

Look...

you need to be more careful.

If there's no more you,
there's no more us.

- Well, that's not true.
- It kind of is.

Shade, if something
happened to me...

- you'd be fine.
- Are you kidding?

The agency would close.

Partner in a PI firm
bites the dust,

business is gonna get slim.

So, like I said,
just be more careful.

No more jumping
in front of b*ll*ts, OK?

Angie?

- OK. No more b*ll*ts.
- I promise.

(Matt sighs)





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