Private Eyes

Previously on Private Eyes.

I took over the agency last year so technically you got

the boss. After my dad died, Maz used to give me cases.

We agreed that the custody arrangement would resume when I got back.

Now, I can't go back to being a weekend dad.

- It's OK, Dad, I get it. - Will you take this key

to be my full-on P.I. agency partner?

I will.

- Whoa! - He asked Angie

to go to St. Lucia. She said yes.

St. Lucia? Nice.

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Keep the change.

ARGH! UGH!

- Shade?! - Angie? You're home early!

Give me back my 500 bucks!

Say cheese! So much easier to prove assault

when you have video evidence.

Now judging by those prison tags,

I'm gonna guess you're out on parole, which means

this misunderstanding could be costly.

300 bucks. What say we call it even?

You're lucky she showed up.

It's what partners are for! Tell your friends about us!

Do I even wanna know?

Ah, he's just upset 'cause I took pictures

of his wife with the pool boy,

and the plumber, and the furnace guy.

Ha! Ha! She kept a well-maintained house.

How much did this particular transaction cost us?

- Not including the window? - Oh!

Hey, wait, wait, wait, wait. Haha! Uh,

what are you doing here? You and Nolan aren't supposed to be back

- for a week. - We changed our flight.

You know what? Your timing is perfect. I just got a call

about a case. Old friend of mine, Emilia Mantella.

Shouldn't we clean this up first?

I have a great glass guy; we'll call him from the car.

What are you hiding?

Nothing!

It's not as bad as it looks.

Looks like the running of the bulls.

Uh, well, I was going to clean it up, but you came home early.

Why did you change your flight by the way?

I leave you alone for two weeks, and this is

- what happens. - It wasn't quite two weeks;

- you did come back early. - Nolan got sick, OK?

He didn't die, did he? Is that why you're home?

Of course he didn't die. We had a great time.

That's more like it. Alright, lay it on me: you,

Nolan, a red bikini... I'm sure you were wearing something too.

What?

What the hell is that?

- You like it? Got a good deal. - Where's the old couch?

Is this why you didn't want me to come inside?

I thought I'd spruce the place

up a little, add a couple of personal touches.

It's an office, Shade, not your personal man cave.

- Put the old couch back. - I can't.

It's not here.

Please tell me that you didn't sell it.

No! I didn't sell it! Ha!

I left it on the curb.

- You threw away my dad's couch? - I didn't throw it away.

- I donated it. - To the street!

Look, just...

try it out. It's really comfortable.

I'm gonna go tape up that window.

You're gonna sit on it sooner or later.

I'd like to tell you what to sit on right now.

And she's back.

Welcome to Mantella's Motorsport racetrack!

So this client of ours,

- how exactly do you know her? - Emilia and I go way back.

She owns Mantella Autosport, one of the smaller teams

in the Pirelli World Challenge.

There's a big race this weekend, last one of the season.

Thanks, I watch the news.

Emilia is one of the most driven people

I know, but she's also a sweetheart.

Actually let me behind the wheel a couple of times.

Is that what they called it back then?

Hahaha! Only home an hour and already asking

- about my romantic conquests. - Matt Shade?!

Hinch! Hehe!

Hey, Angie, this is my good buddy James Hinchcliffe.

World famous Indy-car driver and demon on the dance floor.

All true,

except the good buddy part. What are you doing here?

Hahaha! Just working on a case.

Hey, did you ever

- hear anything about... - Albuquerque?

- No, man, I think we're good. - Can you tell that

to Doug Gilmour? Guy won't stop calling me about it.

I'll see what I can do.

That's a long story.

Alright, I'll tell ya.

So we were at this charity event in Albuquerque...

- Nobody in now, OK? No one! - Emilia!

You see anyone come... Shadow.

Thank you for coming.

Yeah. Angie, Emilia. So what happened?

Follow me. I got a call this morning

from my crew chief. The door had been

jimmied open.

And inside, he found this.

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- What is it? - I think it's blood.

You need to call the police. They have way more resources

- for this kind of thing. - No, you don't understand.

My team is already shaken up; if the press catches wind of this,

it's gonna kill my chances at the race on Saturday.

If you don't figure out who wrote this, you might

- kill more than your chances. - Everything I have

is riding on that race. If we do well on Saturday,

we have a shot at a top-10 finish overall.

It's a guaranteed bonus, not to mention the sponsorships

that flow from that. It's enough to secure

the team's future for a long time, Shade.

- Give us a minute? - Yeah.

We should let the cops handle this.

- That's a lot of blood. - We don't know that's human

- blood. Could be animal blood. - And that's better because...?

Emilia's been a friend

for a long time, I don't want to let her down.

OK. Fine, we'll look into it.

- Just like that? - Someone needs to pay

for that new window.

Get a swab of the blood; we'll take it to Maz.

- Mom? - Eric, just...

- wait. - Holy hell!

Yeah, I know. I was hoping you wouldn't see this.

Who are these people?

Eric, this is my friend, Shade,

and his partner, Angie. This is my son, Eric, our driver.

- We're gonna look into this for you. - Why? Obvious Ronny did it.

- Who's Ronny? - Ronny Caine.

He owns another racing team.

We're ahead of him in points, but I don't think he'd do

- something like this. - Are you kidding?

Ronny hates me.

I'm half his age and twice the racer he will ever be.

If anybody would do this, it's him.

Is that what he said?

- Figures. Kid's a punk. - So you're not

- behind them in the standings. - Of course I am.

- So is half the field. - But you're

the only one with the real shot of knocking them out

- of the top ten. - That's all Emilia cares about,

isn't it? I guess if I were in her position,

- I'd feel the same way. - What position is that?

She's broke. Needs that bonus 'cause she's bleeding money.

Still not hearing how that clears you.

How about this? I want them in that race.

That kid treats the track like his own personal video game.

I wanna see his face when he's eating my dust

- at the checkered flag. - Where were you last night?

I was in my hotel room.

Feel free to check with the manager.

OK, the manager confirmed Ronny was in by 9,

and two X-rated movies on his bill tell the rest

- of the story. - Let me guess.

The Fast and the Furriest? No! Lays of Thunder?

- Don't. - He could have hired somebody.

Maybe. But I believe him when he says he wants to see Eric lose.

- He seems arrogant enough. - Dude, it's called

being competitive. It's what athletes do.

I'm not sure that driving in a circle qualifies as athleticism.

Do you have any idea how much skill it takes

to drive 200 miles an hour in a crowded field of cars?

Exactly. "Skills." Like... juggling.

Strength. Endurance. Reflexes.

When was the last time you took your life in your own hands?

Every time I get in the car with you.

Very funny.

We should get this blood tested. Let's go see Mazhari.

- Ooh! Done in 60 seconds! - Oh, my God!

Ho! Ho! There she is!

The queen of calypso, the rani of reggae,

the czarina of soca.

A little birdie told me you were back.

Is he in?

No. They found a dead body strapped to a paddleboard

in the Don River. He won't be back for hours.

I need a favour.

That's gotta be a new world record.

What, you've been back in the country four hours?

We think it's blood. I need a full DNA work-up.

Nobody dead yet, as far as we know.

OK. But there better be

some free-flowing Caribbean rum the next time I pop by.

Hey, also, you can sign this.

Cops are hosting a charity 10K. I need people to

sponsor me.

What's the matter, Shade? You forget how to spell your name?

Sponsorship, that's it.

- What are you talking about? - The real fuel

in the racing world is money: to pay for salaries, equipment,

travel, not to mention the cost of the car itself.

You think Emilia got on the wrong side of one