Motive

Chad?

I told you five minutes ago

to turn it off.

Chad?

Hey! Chad!

Set the table!

As soon as I finish this level.

The fate of the universe can wait.

No!

How could you do that?

Easy. I pointed the remote at the TV

and I pressed the green button.

Hey! Hey, what is with all the yelling?

I could hear you two from the car.

I was this close Reach,

and Ronnie ruined it!

- This close? - This close.

Hey, if you want to eat with your fingers,

be my guest.

We're having stew.

Maybe this will cheer you up.

Halo Four?

- Mm-hmm. - Thanks!

Hang on. First, go set the table.

Okay.

Thanks, dad.

You spoil him, you know.

Mm-hmm. He deserves to be spoiled.

Free cake?

Yup, with my one-year chip on top.

- Attaboy, Barry. - Hey, thanks, man.

Thanks a lot.

Well, as if I needed another reason

to try and stay sober.

Yeah, unless the bakery screwed

and this is rum cake.

Nope. Vanilla.

Congratulations, Barry.

I can't imagine lasting 30 days,

let alone a whole year.

The best thing I learned from this group?

Set goals you can achieve

and then celebrate 'em.

You didn't have a drink today, did you?

Nope.

Then have some cake.

You're funny.

Listen, Melinda,

if you feel the need to talk,

you're welcome to call me.

You trying to hook up with me?

No! I'm just... no. I didn't mean like that.

You know, I mean,

the program discourages romantic relationships.

Yeah. I know. I know. Too bad.

Coffee?

Well, that's a bombshell.

Yeah. I know. It came out of nowhere.

He's never even been curious about his father before.

Manny? Really?

Suddenly, I'm like,

"where's this coming from, Manny?"

And what'd he say?

That's the thing. He won't tell me.

Girlfriend still in the picture?

Crystal? Yeah. They're still together.

Can I just tell him you're his father?

You just want me to pay for his tuition.

Well, someone's got to.

Lucas?

Eric Chase.

He's the manager of Coastal Mortgage Services.

He was killed last night in between 10:00 P. M.

when he activated the office alarm...

and 10:45, when paramedics got a call

about a body passed out in the parking lot.

You talk to the paramedics?

Yeah, they did a cursory sweep, but they didn't see him.

Somebody found the body this morning

and called the police.

Well, it wasn't Mr. Chase's night,

but, Betty, you look fantastic.

Thanks, babe.

There's nothing the paramedics could have done for him anyway.

The necktie compressed the carotids and the trachea,

drastically inhibiting air-and blood-flow.

So he would've been unconscious in seconds?

Oh, yeah. Asphyxiation would have followed quickly.

Have you ever heard of the Indian Assassin Cult

that strangles their victims with strips of yellow fabric?

I have not. And that has bearing because?

Well, because, after they strangled their victims,

they robbed them.

Mr. Chase's wallet is missing.

I'm gonna get an alert

on some of those credit cards.

Mr. Eric...?

- Chase. - Thank you.

The cult's name was the "Thuggees."

It's where the word "thug" comes from.

Detective Lucas is full of fun facts.

He really is. Here's another one.

Hey!

Chase fought back before he died.

And I found skin under the fingernails.

Excellent.

Hey, we may have the killer's DNA over there.

Now all we need is the killer.

Housekeeping.

Hello? Housekeeping.

Oh! I'm terribly sorry.

I'll come back later.

What the hell?

Oh... God.

Motive 01x06 Detour Original Air Date March 14, 2013

When he wasn't home by 11:00, I just went to bed.

If it wasn't for Chad's episode,

I'd never have known he was missing until this morning.

"Episode"?

Well, um, Chad's asthmatic.

He, uh, he doesn't always take his medication.

He's as absent-minded as Claudia.

And Claudia is...?

Chad's biological mother.

I take it you two don't have a good relationship?

After all she's cost us in legal fees?

I'd be happy never to see her again.

But she's been dragging us into court

ever since Eric was awarded sole custody.

So, last night,

you woke up, you took care of Chad,

and then what happened?

I realized Eric wasn't home.

I phoned the police,

and, uh... every hospital in the lower mainland.

How am I going to tell Chad that his father is dead?

And who's gonna tell Claudia?

Oh, my God.

Has anyone told Chad yet?

I think Ronnie was going to after school.

I'm his mother. I should be the one to tell him.

My keys. Okay, where are my keys?

Uh! I didn't ask for your assistance!

Oh, I'm sorry, I was just trying to help.

And maybe take a look around?

We're not the bad guys here.

And I know how the police operate.

You've already read up on every one of my arrests

before you even knocked on my door.

Please, after you.

Oh, no. I insist.

Thank you.

If you know how the police operate,

then you know that a background check

is standard operating procedure.

We're not making any assumptions

based on those convictions.

Which were all for non-violent protests.

And since the real reason that you're here

is to size me up,

let me make it easy for you.

Detective Vega.

What is this?

Who I was with last night.

"Free Tibet" concert at the Commodore.

Okay. Thanks.

Hey.

Someone just tried to buy a stereo

with Eric Chase's credit card.

Lucas is on his way to pick him up.

A real suspect for you to harass.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go get my son.

Hi.

Ouch, Barry. What happened?

Some stuff I've got to deal with.

I'll be leaving town for a few days.

These, um, sharing sessions

used to scare the crap out of me.

I could just not see myself

admitting to a room full of strangers...

That I slept with my neighbour...

To get at his vodka.

Suppressing the memories

gave them a... power.

I would hate myself for my stupidity,

and that just drove me right back to the bottle.

Now I realize that sharing them,

well, it takes away their power.

Thanks, Melinda.

Okay, now...

Anyone else want to share tonight?

Okay. Fine.

Let's close the meeting with the "Serenity Prayer."

Take a seat.

I gotta tell you, Davis,

calling 911 for a dead guy,

and then using his credit card?

That's just not smart.

Wait! I didn't kill anyone.

And we're supposed to believe you