Hey, where'd you go?
You're awake.
And you're... leaving already.
I have to be in court in 20 minutes.
I can work with 20 minutes.
I need to be... dressed. Well, you wear robes, right?
It was fun last night. Last night was fun.
Tuesday was pretty good too. Are we still on for tonight?
Absolutely. I was thinking...
maybe we could go out tonight. And leave this room? Why?
I don't know, maybe have our first "real date".
You don't have a problem with that, do you?
No! Why would there be a problem with that?
I don't know!
Ah... It's Angie.
Apparently we snagged a new case. I better get going too.
You haven't told her about us yet, have you?
Yeah, that, uh, could be
an issue, and Angie's got a thing about dating clients.
But I'm a former client. And a potential future client.
OK. But you're still gonna tell her about us, aren't you?
Yes. As in, today.
Absolutely. Great.
If I'd known you were gonna be so late, I would've taken a cab.
What kept you? Oh, I got a phone call...
from my dentist. Guy could talk for hours about bicuspids.
So what's the new case?
Maz left me a message. Some walk-in clinic
from the Danforth Village got broken into last night.
He asked if we could help out.
He wants our help on a B&E? That's weird.
It is weird. So is the fact
that you smell like hazelnut coffee.
I just wanted to try something different.
What's with your hair? Something wrong with my hair?
You're wearing the same shirt as yesterday.
You're dating someone!
What? No! And keeping it a secret.
Now that's interesting. Why all the mystery?
And you got quite an imagination. Look, there's Maz.
This must be the place!
Hey good, you're here! Uh...
let's go inside. Yeah.
You know what? Let's actually... stay out here. Yeah.
What's going on? What are you talking about?
Just handing over a big juicy case to my best bud, as always.
How 'you doing, Jake? Maz.
Why aren't you investigating it?
Got a couple of statements, but, uh, the department's
not making B&E's a really high priority these days.
Besides, I think the doctor that runs this place would really
appreciate your involvement. Doctor..?
He's back, Ange.
In the flesh.
Oh, Maz, you didn't. Who's back?
What flesh? Look, just understand
that I did this for your own good, OK? I mean, what are
the odds, really? Right? I mean, you're gonna thank me for this,
one day. I promise. Maybe. Hopefully.
Angie?
Hi, Ken.
Who is that guy?
That is the one and only Dr. Ken Graham.
Also known as the one that got away.
Look at this place.
It was fine last night when I left.
Must be difficult to take in.
Since I got back, I've been working the nightshift
in the ER. I usually get here by eight but...
Since you got back from where, vacation?
For the last five years, I've been working with an NGO,
treating orphans in the Nigerian jungle. Malaria,
HIV, that sort of thing.
It's a tragedy of epic proportions.
Huh. I got back last month
and I decided to open this place. Free clinic
serving the neighbourhood. We treat new immigrants,
refugees mostly.
And you work in the ER. Only five nights a week.
Huh! Same old Ken.
Uh, I'm Matt Shade, by the way.
Ken, this is my partner. Matt Shade...
Yeah, as in "The Shadow"?
I used to play professional hockey.
Sorry, I never really made time for sports,
what with med school and residency and volunteering...
Right.
So, what were the thieves after, do you think?
Um, all of the computers are here... Drugs, maybe?
They were disappointed if they were. Like the sign up front
says, we don't keep any drugs on the premises.
Is there somebody else that might have a better idea
of what's missing? My colleague, Sayid
He always arrives first.
So you don't watch hockey at all?
Oh, hey! Lemme give you a hand.
I've got it.
OK.
Sayid, this is Angie Everett. She's...
ah... an old friend.
It's nice to meet you. Angie's a private investigator
and this is her partner...
Matt Shade. Can you believe this?
The clinic's gonna be closed for days.
We'll get it up and running sooner than that.
Patients are going to be scared to come back now.
We'll figure it out. We always do.
This cabinet's been jimmied open. What was in here?
Some... gauze, bandages... Nothing really.
You sure? The thieves pretty much cleaned it out.
There may have been some petty cash in there.
What is it? It's a... press-on nail.
It's not from anyone who works here.
Sayid, did you see anybody when you got here this morning?
I saw the smashed window and I called the police.
No, first the spray paint and now this.
Our patients don't deserve this. They've been through enough.
Wait, are you saying the graffiti out front
was a separate incident? Yeah. About a week ago.
We got the worst of it off. The words were far from welcoming.
Can you guys think of anyone who's unhappy
about the clinic being here?
Who is it?
The cafe owner across the street.
He blames the clinic for attracting
the "wrong kind" of people. OK, we'll check it out.
Angie, you really... don't have to take this on.
No, I insist. It's on us.
We're going to figure out who's doing all this
and put a stop to it. Same old Angie.
Trashing a free refugee clinic.
That is the lowest of the low. I couldn't agree more.
Ken is a bit much though, isn't he? Talk about delusions
of grandeur. "It was a tragedy of epic proportions"?
It's not delusional if you're actually doing it.
Wait, is this because he doesn't watch hockey?
No! It's because he was all cagey
about what was really in that cabinet.
OK, now who's being delusional? Ken is the most...
honest person I've ever known. You don't think it's strange
that absolutely nothing was missing from the clinic?
Not if someone's trying to send a message
to shut the clinic down. I think your judgment
is being clouded by McDreamy back there.
Exactly how long did you date the good doctor for, anyway?
It was five years ago, and... fleeting at best.
So, no lingering feelings then?
Absolutely not. In the distant rear-view mirror.
Oh baby blue This looks like the place.
It's a bit hipster for around here. Think this guy
bet the gentrification would spread east?
If he did, he's losing big time.
Hey! How many times
do I have to tell you to get off my sidewalk?
OK, back off! This is my spot.
Go. Hey! Let's take it inside.
Yeah, stick it in your man bun, loser!
Sorry. It's just, the people
in this neighbourhood, they're driving me into bankruptcy.
Looks like a short trip.
If it's not that street musician blocking my doorstep,
it's the sweet old lady who comes in and steals
all my raw sugar packs. Or the jackass
who parks himself in that window for days and just lights up
these disgusting cigars. What is it, 1972?
And that clinic across the street. That can't be helping!
That place should be shut down. Yeah.
Those people. It's a magnet for all kinds.
And none of them drink cappuccino.
Mind if I use the facilities?
I'm feeling a bit sick to my stomach suddenly.
Yeah, it's in the back.
You guys are gonna buy something though, right?
Oh yeah. Yeah? How about
a beet and ginger smoothie? You read my mind.
Wow!
That's... really... something.
Yeah! And it goes great with a gluten-free scone.
I bet it does!
Whoa, whoa, whoa! What are you doing?!
Doesn't that look like the same paint that's all over
the front of the clinic?
It does appear to be a similar colour.
Who are you guys? We're private investigators
looking into the break-in at the "magnet for all kinds"
across the street. You wouldn't happen to know
anything about that, would you? I don't know
what you're talking about. Hm! The label says it contains
citrus oil. Bet that'd pop in a lab test.
Let me just call my good buddy, Detective Mazhari.
OK, uh, look, stop. I... I...
I admit it, I tagged the clinic.
But I was really, really pissed off,
OK? Every cent that I have is sunk
into this place and those people are ruining me!
"Those people" are your neighbours.
Maybe you should embrace the community you're living in
instead of charging $6.95 for a shortbread cookie.
Well, maybe if you should checked out the price of organic
rice flour, you wouldn't be so judgey!
I'm sorry.
Oh my God, I am losing it, aren't I?
Ya think? Honestly?
I feel really, really bad about the graffiti,
and I will never do that again.
But I swear, I had nothing to do with that break-in.
Why should we believe you?
Because it was obviously the protection guy.
The "protection guy"? Yeah, you know?
Thugs who make you pay them money not to trash your place,
pretending it's insurance... We know what a protection guy
is. You're saying there's one in the neighbourhood?
Yeah. I don't know his name,
but, uh, he stopped by a couple of days after I opened
and said if I didn't pay up,
something bad might happen here.
That guy is bleeding me dry.
Protection guy, huh?
Makes sense. Ken's not the type of guy
to give into extortion. He obviously refused to pay
and took the consequences. But why not just tell us
he's being threatened? Why try to blame it
on the Bitter Snob cafe? He's clearly hiding something.
Just because you don't like him
doesn't mean we can start throwing accusations
in his face. Is there something about you
and Ken that I'm missing? I'm going to go talk to Maz,
see if he knows who this extortion guy might be.
Wh... I can drive you. No, I'm good.
I'll meet you back at the office.
OK, look, before you do whatever you came here to do,
lemme just remind you that I bruise easily.
You're smiling.
Wait, is that a good smile or an evil smile?
Good smile.
It went well. I knew it!
Look, I know I should've told you beforehand,
but if I did, you never would have gone through with it
by yourself, am I right? Especially...
after what happened? Water under the bridge
for both of us, don't give it another thought.
Thank god. I'm just here for a name.
It looks like there's an extortion racket going on
in Ken's neighbourhood. Businesses are being threatened
if they don't pay up. Extortion?
So you think this is more than just some kids busting windows?
I could lean on the department to take this more seriously.
I just need to rule it out. Chances are
there's nothing to it. Well, that part of town,
it could be a couple of people.
My money's on Alessandro Kostopoulos.
Very serious customer. He hangs out
at a barbershop down the street from the clinic, but Angie,
you need to watch your step around this guy.
OK, I will. Thanks. My pleasure.
Hey, by the way, do you remember
Channing VonKlempt? Obsessed with you in high school,
went to the same college so she could be close?
"Stalker Channing"? Yeah, I remember her... Wait, why?
Well, turns out that she's still single.
And I just sent her a warm personal message from you.
Angie, what have you done?
Oh, this email is just emojis. What is
with the deranged Chihuahua sticker pack?
How did you even get my login information? Angie!
Angie!
Well, that doesn't look too shady
If Ken's in trouble with this guy, I wanna know.
Stay close and follow my lead.
Mr. Kostopoulos? I'm Sally Cubit, this is
my husband Calvin. What can I do for you?
Calvin and I are opening a store in the neighbourhood.
Store? What kind of store? Knick knacks. Sally's got
quite the chutzpah when it comes to tchotchkes.
We were told to talk to you first
about "additional insurance".
That's wise of you. Basically
I provide protection for things that aren't
covered under your policy. Such as..?
Oh, fires, robberies, vandalism...
Terrible things can happen to a business overnight.
Especially if the owners are, let's say, negligent
in their bill payments. Oh! So, is that what happened
with the free clinic across the street? Maybe the doctor there
refused to cave to your not-so-lightly veiled threats?
Are you accusing me of trashing the clinic?
Should I be? I for one think
maybe we shouldn't be. I don't know who you are
or what business it is of yours, but I want to make myself
perfectly clear: Dr. Ken is a friend of mine.
You understand? A friend of yours? How's that?
That is definitely none of your business.
And if you're smart, you'll keep it that way.
Face it, Ange! That guy
called Ken a friend. You know what that means, right?
Ken is connected. To organized crime.
Come on. I've known Ken for years.
He would never be involved with criminals.
Maybe the Ken you knew before wouldn't,
but that was a long time ago. Five years, right?
What are you suggesting? Maybe, just
maybe, Ken's working with Alessandro
and they're selling drugs out of the clinic
and the break-in was some sort of retaliation.
That's ridiculous. Is it?
You only went out with him for a short time,
and then he suddenly left for Africa.
What made him just leave? He had a good reason, OK?
Just leave it alone. You're not telling me
everything. Did you suspect him of something back then?
Was he in some sort of trouble? No. Just let it go, OK?
Ken Graham is not a suspect in this case.
Let's pick this up tomorrow.
What'd I miss?
Nothing. Um... I have
a special assignment for you. Just between you and me, OK?
As in don't tell Angie? Exactly.
I need you to investigate
Dr. Ken Graham.
I hope you like this place.
They have an excellent duck tartare.
Yeah, sounds good.
And they also have a really great monkey brain fondue
with these delicious horsehair croutons.
What..?
I'm sorry. I just...
I can't stop thinking about this case that Angie
and I took on this morning.
Talk it out! I'd love to hear what you're investigating.
OK. Um...
There was a break-in at a medical clinic
in Danforth Village. And the client...
I don't know, I just get a bad feeling about the guy.
Who is he? Some old boyfriend of Angie's
who she thinks can do no wrong. But...
the guy's not telling us everything he knows.
So, is her judgment clouded or is yours?
Definitely hers, no question.
Mm-hm. Maybe you're being overprotective?
I mean, she is your partner. Hm, woulda been hard to tell
today. She bit my head off three times
before lunch, and that's one more time than usual.
Well, hey! Do you want some advice from an excellent lawyer?
Why, do you know one? Uh-huh!
Don't harbour any preconceived notions about this guy.
Just follow the evidence.
Unless, you know, there's some reason
why you wanna knock this ex-boyfriend
off his pedestal...?
No, I can't think of one.
Would you like some more wine?
I would, please! Good!
Late night surveillance? Something like that.
I was just headed out. House call.
Hop in. I'll drive you. I wanted
to talk to you about something. Someone, actually.
Sure.
I met a guy who said he's a friend of yours.
Oh yeah? Who's that? Alessandro Kostopoulos.
I see.
And you're wondering how the two of us got so close.
So he is a friend.
Oh, this is my patient's place right up here.
I hope you brought an appetite. You want me to come in?
You haven't even answered my question yet.
It's actually more proper to have a woman present.
Farah is devout. You'd be doing us both a favour.
And I promise you I will tell you all about Alessandro
after. Deal?
And out.
Again.
If I knew Ken was bringing company,
I would have made baklava. This all looks amazing.
I gain ten pounds every time I come.
Sound's good. Everything is under control.
How long have you lived here, in Toronto?
Six months. I arrived last summer.
You came alone? Yes.
It was a difficult journey but...
the man I was married to was not easy to live with.
Oh. I'm sorry. You did what you had to do.
She was very brave.
Now you can start over again.
You are a lucky woman to have a man so good.
Oh... Angie and I aren't a couple.
She has a private investigation firm with her boyfriend.
No I don't. No... I mean,
I have a PI company, but Shade and I aren't...
Then... Ken and I aren't...
I see...
Angie and I used to see each other.
But that was a long time ago.
Let me get you some more tea.
Thank you.
Is she OK? Should I help?
Let her... let her gather herself.
She'll be fine.
This is very sweet of you.
Farah doesn't get to see many people except for me.
Why not? Post traumatic stress.
Farah downplays the amount of abuse she suffered,
but... Halfway across the world
from her husband and she's still terrified.
So that's why you come here. She's afraid to go out.
Being a doctor means taking care of people
wherever they are and... whoever they are.
Like Alessandro Kostopoulos?
His nephew had an "accident"
cleaning his gun, and he landed on my doorstep, bleeding out.
And you saved him.
Did you report that gunshot wound to the police?
It's the law, you know. I know.
But I can't have my patients worried that I'm gonna turn them
in to the authorities. I'm a doctor,
and that means... working outside the rules sometimes.
Would you like to come in for a drink?
I'd love to... talk, catch up.
You're a client. I have rules about those things.
You really don't have to keep looking into the break-in.
Places get hit around here all the time.
Just last week, a specialist down the road got robbed
Wait. Another medical clinic got broken into recently?
Yeah, but... I gotta go.
Now? Yeah.
Oh, Ken... Your friend Alessandro.
He's squeezing your neighbour, the cafe owner,
for every cent he's got. There's no clear end with guys like him.
Oh. It's Angie. I gotta take this.
Mm-hm. Yeah! Excuse me one second.
Hey, what's up? Hey.
Ken just told me that another doctor in Danforth Village
got broken into last week. That's two medical places
in three square blocks in a matter of days.
There has to be a connection. You were talking to Ken?
Yes. And he had a perfectly reasonable explanation
for Alessandro calling him a friend.
He pulled a bullet out of his nephew.
I'll have to remember that perfectly reasonable explanation
next time I'm late. Ken isn't who you think he is,
Shade. Believe me. He took me to see one of his patients, Farah.
She's too scared to leave the house...
I'm sorry, are you out?
Uh... The mystery woman!
You're on a date! No!
No, that was... That was Don
teaching Jules how to make that popping sound
when you... put your finger in your mouth,
like... Like that!
Nice one, Jules!
You're not buying any of this, are you?
Not even a little. I'm gonna go talk
to the doctor from the x-ray clinic. Someone must know something.
I... meant... to tell her.
Just... today... wasn't a good day.
Look...
I like you.
The truth is,
I could come to like you a lot.
So if you're not seeing things that way,
then...
Check, please.
Thank you so much for meeting me, Dr. Thomas.
My receptionist told me you're investigating the other break-in
near my clinic. You think they're connected?
It's a possibility. Could you tell me what happened?
I arrived and found the place trashed:
drawers emptied, cupboards cleared...
And what did the thieves actually take?
Thief. Singular. They caught the guy.
They did? When? Two days after the break-in.
But I'm told he's already been released.
Why?
Despite an array of computers and expensive equipment
at his disposal, all he took was a bunch of x-rays.
Like this.
Hardly the crime of the century.
Separate break-ins at two medical clinics
on the same block, and all that's missing are x-rays?
Why would someone steal x-rays?
The person looking to prove malpractice, maybe?
Building evidence for a lawsuit.
But why a walk-in clinic? Ken does work the nightshift
at the ER. Maybe he botched some guy's treatment
and the guy's looking to sue. OK, all roads lead to Ken
for you. So the guy doesn't watch hockey, so what?
Oh come on! Who doesn't watch hockey?
Besides, it doesn't explain the break-in at Ken's clinic
or the press-on nail we found at the scene.
I'm gonna go talk to Maz. We need to find the guy
who stole the x-rays.
Hey! Hi! You're back!
Just leaving. What's up? Nothing at all. Zero.
Have you thought about trying yoga?
Breathe, Zoe. Just breathe.
You found something didn't you? Ken's got
a secret identity. Gambling debts or something.
At first, all I could find were accolades.
So many humanitarian awards and citations of honour...
Yeah, OK, OK... But then I started
going back through his Ameechee timeline,
looking back at the months before he went overseas.
Never trust a man with an open profile. And?
Nothing. He deleted it all.
Every post, every picture: gone for months.
So what's he hiding? I asked myself the same question.
So I went through his friends' sites, and...
Did you know he knows the Prime Minister of India?
Zoe just get to the point. OK.
Look. To the wedding
of Dr. Kenneth Graham and...
Angela Susan Everett.
This is the guy Maz said
was arrested for the great x-ray heist.
Uh huh. What's with you?!
You were acting strange the whole way over here.
Nothing! I just... found something out
about a friend of mine. Something I never knew.
Something they never told me.
OK! Anyways, he was released pending trial.
Apparently, he works this neighbourhood, asking for change.
Hm... Hey look. Is that him?
Thanks.
Mr. Ledford?
We were hoping you could answer a few questions for us?
Cheeseburger and a double espresso. That's my going rate.
You got it.
This guy comes to me, offers me 500 bucks
to go in and grab as many x-rays as I can find.
He just... approached you on the street?
Standing right there where you found me today.
Why would anyone want x-rays?
No idea. I got arrested and I never saw him again.
So he didn't hire you to break into Ken's clinic too?
What, do I look like a career criminal to you?
It was a one-time deal.
You remember what this guy looked like?
Dark eyes, dark hair,
and he was smoking horrible cigars.
Right. Didn't Ryan just say something about a guy smoking
disgusting cigars at his cafe. One of his many complaints.
Would you be willing to sit down with a sketch artist?
Buy me another round and you're on.
Yeah.
Yeah-yeah-yeah, that's the guy.
Yeah, he sat at the window a bunch of times over the course
of a few days, and then he was gone.
How long ago? Last time I saw him was
about a week ago, maybe? So before the break-ins.
Hey, check it out.
That's Ken's clinic over there and if I really crane my neck,
I can just make out the x-ray place
But nobody would be able to see him.
Yeah.
Uh, ahem! Hey! Hey,
um, I got a surprise
insurance rebate from the protection guy.
Was that because of you?
More like a friend of mine.
Thanks.
I sent the pic
to Ken's clinic, but no one who works there recognizes him.
So our mystery Smoker cases
of both clinics for a few days
making sure he isn't seen. Then he hires Darin
to break into the x-ray lab and steal some old film.
But Darin gets caught, so he hires someone else
for Ken's clinic... Who leaves behind
a press-on nail with some weird flower on it.
What is he after? I don't know.
But if he follows the same M.O., he'll look for...
another street person to do the second job.
Looking for a... female panhandler, maybe?
What is it, Zoe? The flower
looks familiar somehow.
Oh! It's not a flower. It's a Chinese character
for music. They just made it look like a flower.
What'd I say? Was it good? Bad?
It was good, wasn't it? Hm! Yeah! One for the Zo!
Another colour over you Oh baby blue
There she is. Music plus panhandling equals...?
Street musician with an attitude. What do you think?
That amp looks new. I bet it costs about $500.
You little sleepy head
Sounding good today. Thanks! Heh!
Oh! Wow! Thanks, there.
Nice nails. Thanks! Yeah, they're good...
good for playing. Except you're missing one,
and it looks a lot like this.
You want to tell us about the guy who hired you
to do the break-in? Umph! Really?
Let me go!
Dammit! Last chance!
Who is he?
I'm not saying nothing about that clinic, OK!
We didn't even mention the clinic. Call the police,
get them to come get her. Hold on, she dropped these.
Oxy, some other pain killer...
But look at this: no doctor's name,
no prescription number, nothing. Did you get these from the clinic?
That guy put me up to it. I found them in his cabinet, OK?
Didn't Ken say they don't keep drugs on site?
He lied to us.
Thought you didn't keep drugs here.
I can explain. The same way
you explained about Alessandro? Are you selling on the side?
Is that why that thug calls you a "friend"?
Why he gave the money back to the cafe owner after you asked him to?
You know me better than that. Do I?
You want the truth? Follow me.
Hey! I was just, uh... It's OK. Just open it.
You're right. We have been secretly distributing drugs
from the clinic. But not for profit.
Then why?
Drugs are expensive. Lots of people in this neighbourhood
don't have coverage, so... We started an underground
program where leftover medication could be donated
back to the clinic, for other patients to use.
Redistributing medication is against the law.
I'm a doctor first. Even if it means working
outside the rules. There are other people involved.
My patients.
I understand.
I gotta admit,
you're a far more forgiving person than I would be.
What's that supposed to mean?
The guy lies to your face and you shrug your shoulders.
After everything else he's done.
Everything else? I know about the engagement.
Who told you? It's amazing what you can
find out on the internet. I expressly asked you
not to look into Ken. I was concerned!
And for good reason, it turns out!
Oh, is that right? Yes, that's right!
How can you trust that guy after he left you at the altar
and took off for Nigeria?
You find out that we were engaged
and you assume that Ken ran off on me?
Isn't that what happened?
No. I called off the wedding.
I left Ken at the altar, not the other way around.
But Maz said he was the one who got away.
He did. Cause I let him go.
Oh!
I'm sorry. Forget I said anything.
Just drop me at the police station.
OK, so this guy just approaches you on the street,
asks you to break into a clinic...
Aren't I supposed to get a lawyer?
You had a lawyer. You fired him the second you met him.
Mm-hm. I don't like suits.
What about orange jumpsuits? Do you like those?
This guy told you to break into the clinic and steal drugs.
No. I just found them.
He wanted stuff with names. Patient names?
Yeah. So, I checked through the files and all they had
were these ID numbers. I mean, who the hell does that?
And then, I found the drug cabinet, and there was a book
inside with them. What kind of book?
A notebook with names and addresses. I showed it
to the guy, and he got really excited. He took that,
a bottle of pills, and then he gave me 500 bucks.
When was this? It was a couple hours ago.
I was supposed to meet him after I broke into the clinic,
but then, bunhead owner chased me off.
So, I just kept going back, and then, B-I-N-G-O, cigar guy
was there. So, he's after patient names.
The x-rays in the other clinic had names on them too.
Yeah, but if he only took one pill bottle, then maybe
he's only after one patient. We need to figure out
whose pills are missing. I'll call Ken. What did you do
with the rest of the drugs you stole?
Uh, he said I could keep them! I need those drugs, Maz.
I'll send a unit to her apartment.
They took the ledger, too. It had all the patient info in it.
We think they're looking for someone specific.
Someone who you might give drugs to.
What was supposed to go out that day..?
What if it's someone that went to both clinics,
Ken's and the x-ray place? Why go to the trouble
of paying people to break in? Why not just watch
for the patient from the street?
Because he already did and it didn't work.
He sat there for days, at that cafe, and he never saw her.
Her? Yeah! Farah's supposed
to go for check-ups at your clinic, but she's too afraid
to leave the house.
Did she ever go to the x-ray place down the street?
I've been begging her to go for an angio, but she always
cancels her appointments. But someone close to her,
someone that knows she has a heart problem would expect her
to go there regularly. And to your clinic.
Her millanium's gone. For her heart condition.
And her address is in the ledger. He couldn't possibly
have followed her back to Canada...
Look. It's Farah's page from back home.
That's the Smoker, alright.
Omar Javadian. Farah's abusive ex-husband.
He's traveled halfway across the world to hunt her down.
Maz! I need you to get a squad car over to the address I texted you ASAP.
Angie, a unit's on its way. It'll be there in five minutes
Five minutes! She didn't answer the phone.
She never leaves home. Do not get involved,
Angie. If this guy is there, he's dangerous.
Stay here. Wait for the cops.
Farah, you in there!? Farah, it's me, Angie.
She has to be home, she's afraid to go out.
Stand back!
Hey! What are you doing? Get out of here!
We're not going anywhere. Angie please...
What are you doing? I came all this way for you.
Buddy, take it easy. Get out of here!
This is none of your business! Omar, just listen...
Shut up! You caused enough trouble.
Omar, the police are on their way right now..
You called the police? She's my wife!
She doesn't want to be with you anymore.
Let me go.
Hey, buddy,
Think about what you're doing. You don't want to do this.
She married me. And then she left.
You have no idea what I've done to find her!
She's coming home with me. You can't make someone
love you. She left me with nothing.
I have no one now! And I'm sure that hurts.
A lot. But you can't force someone to be with you.
That's not how this works. I think you know that.
Do you hear that? They're gonna be inside any minute.
Let her go before it's too late.
Shade!
Are you OK?
Stay down! Stay down! Hands where I can see them!
Come on!
Hey thanks, Ken! We'll take it from here.
Yeah. OK buddy, up you go!
See that? This guy is great!
She doesn't have to be scared anymore.
A real second chance.
You guys wait right here. I'll be right back.
You OK? Yeah.
I'm sorry I didn't tell you about the drugs
from the beginning. I should've trusted you.
Thanks.
But I understand why you didn't.
After... everything that happened before.
It was good to see you
Good luck with everything. Yeah.
You too.
OK! OK what?
I know you're dying to find out why I called it off
with Ken, even though it's none of your damned business.
So...?
I wasn't ready.
I didn't know who I was yet or what I wanted,
and if I married Ken, I would've just ended up being
Mrs. Dr. Perfect.
Yeah, his light does shine pretty glaringly.
Then my dad opened the agency and offered me a job...
and suddenly, I knew what I wanted out of life.
So you backed out. Yeah.
Three days before the wedding. Ooh!
Ken was great about it, like he's...
great about everything. And then,
two days later, he accepted the job overseas.
But you know who you are now, right? There's no...
chance of you getting lost in his shadow.
You could always give it another shot.
If he really is the one that got away.
Nah, it's too late.
He'll never trust me again after what I did to him.
And trust is everything.
By the way, um... I have been dating someone.
And that someone is... Mel Parker.
You knew? Well, I figured
there had to be a reason you weren't bragging about it.
Plus I saw
a spark between you two since day one.
And yet you're not mad. I mean, this could affect
our future dealings with the Prosecutor's office
I-f things end badly. Well then, make sure
things don't end badly.
I'll... do my best, boss.
So what brings you here?
Not exactly sure, to tell you the truth, but...
you're obviously someone that Angie respects a lot
and I just get the feeling we got off on the wrong foot.
You played for Chicago, in the 90s.
I saw the game where you won the division championship.
You scored on a penalty shot. So you do watch hockey?
Yeah. If we're telling the truth,
I thought there was something
going on between you and Angie, so I got a bit... defensive.
Really?! Yeah, it's stupid, huh?
Seems ridiculous now. Who'd think she'd ever go for someo...
OK, OK, OK, I got it. I got it.
Anyway, I'm glad we cleared the air. I get the feeling
we're gonna be seeing a lot of each other.
Yeah, I doubt that, actually.
I lied to her. And she hates that.
There's no way I'm getting that second chance now.
But...
Thanks for stopping by, though. Yeah.
Ken! Hold on a sec.
Um...
Angie's changed a lot since you guys
were together.
You should give her a call. Are you sure?
Yeah.
Yeah, I'm sure.
Call her.
Hi. Hi.
You look ravishing.
Thanks.
Hey, you know, I'm going out with her.
Melanie Parker, Prosecuting Attorney.
You're such an idiot!
We are so not staying for dessert.
I hope it's not too late.
Your door was open. Huh!
It's only... one in the morning.
I was just delivering twins in a cab
and I thought I'd swing by on the way home.
Seriously? No. The twins
were born in the hospital.
I owe you an apology for what I did back then.
Don't worry about it. Five years in the jungle
almost cured me.
I made some really hasty decisions and I think about th...
Hey! You remember in your car,
back when I said that I wanted to talk?
I was lying.