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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!