Hudson & Rex

Dude.

I am not dropping this at 130 an ounce.

This is quality product.

100% pure.

Give me a second.

I'll call you back.

I know what this looks like.

But I swear I was going to give you every dime.

Hey, thanks so much for coming.

It was my partner's idea.

Yeah. Rex doesn't drive here twice a week

or volunteer to walk my dogs.

Well, I do have a bit of a soft spot for rescues.

Apparently, so does Rex.

This is his favourite time of the week.

I think I know why.

Rex's got a girlfriend.

Oh.

Sorry to be a buzz kill but duty calls.

Catch you later.

Rex!

Let's go, pal!

Let's go!

Kelly!

Where's Sarah?

She got called in to court as an expert witness.

So you're stuck with me.

First time as the big kahuna.

- I'm a little stressed, to be honest. - Ah, you'll do fine.

So who do we have here?

Dwight Pilson. 28.

A fellow dock worker found him around 7:00 this morning

when he started his shift,

putting the time of death between midnight and 2:00 AM.

They don't have security here at night?

Yes, but no one seemed to have heard the gunshot.

And security footage shows no one arriving or leaving.

Well, that means they used a suppressor.

They knew what they were doing.

The question is, why?

His wallet still had six hundred dollars.

Then it wasn't a robbery.

Any thoughts?

Not yet.

My team's combed this place from top to bottom.

- They found nothing. - That's because you guys don't have a Rex.

Come on, pal.

What have you got, pal?

Vacuum up a sample of that substance.

We need to fast-track that, but...

I think we all know what that's going to be.

Truffles.

Specifically, European white truffles.

I did not see that coming.

They're worth over ten grand a kilo.

The question is:

Why would a low-level dockworker be killed

for stealing a few truffles?

Well because it is not about the product

but the routing.

Which is a cool way to describe a smuggling racket.

We have all kinds of product flooding into this city

and we don't know how.

What we do know is that smuggling is likely the reason

behind the murder of Dwight Pilson.

Found in a shipping container with a bullet in the head.

This is why we're authorizing a JFO between SJPD and the MBSA.

Well, I am L-O-S-T.

Thank you very much, Jesse.

Sorry.

We are teaming up with our friends

at the Maritime Border Security Agency.

Good folks like Officer Purkis.

- Officer Leah Purkis? - Why, do you know her?

Unfortunately, yeah, from the Academy.

She is pretty full of herself.

She's also standing behind you.

Charmed.

As always.

Leah. The floor is yours.

Thank you.

So our murder victim is the close associate of a man

who has been on our radar at the MBSA for some time.

This is Tyson Biggs. He is a high-profile importer

who has smuggled everything

from illegal weaponry to exotic birds.

But you will know him more as a prime suspect

of a crime of another nature.

This is Garrison Joyce. A 58-year-old former commercial plumber.

Found four months ago in his bathtub.

Also a bullet to the head.

Joyce had just smuggled in a pair

of rare freshwater polka dot stingrays

with the help of Tyson Biggs.

Sorry.

Who gets murdered over fish?

They're valued at over

twenty-five thousand a piece on the black market.

They are. Right. As you were.

Where is Biggs now?

He's in custody. He's being denied bail

while the Crown appeals a dismissal.

Well at least we know he's not good for this murder.

Not necessarily.

Even though Tyson Biggs is behind bars

we see him as a very dangerous man

who may have orchestrated this hit.

You think that he's arranging this from his jail cell?

Well, it wouldn't be the first time.

Our dealings

with Tyson Biggs have revealed a pathological liar

who is prone to manipulating reality.

We believe he will stop at nothing

to protect his routing system.

Yeah, well we don't usually like to begin investigations

- with assumptions. - Oh.

It's time to rethink the normal.

I'm assuming we're talking to Biggs?

Okay, no offence, but,

I like to talk to my suspects alone.

What part of joint forces do you not understand?

- We are partnering up. - Rex is my partner.

Same old Charlie.

What is that supposed to mean?

- That you don't like to be challenged. - Oh.

Maybe that's why you're more comfortable

with a canine partner than a human one.

Well, you're right.

Let's put it to a vote.

Who thinks that Rex and I should go solo?

Oh, canine partner for the win.

Hey!

Who's a good dog?

I see you met my partner, Rex.

He's usually a better judge of character.

A dock worker named Dwight Pilson was found

at the container port this morning

with a bullet in his head.

I understand you knew him.

He pulled a few things for me back in the day.

But I'm out of the smuggling scene.

He was shot execution-style,

handling smuggled items

just like a certain fish-loving plumber.

I had nothing to do with that hit.

Ah.

Your prints were found on the weapon.

Yeah, because I handled the gun when I smuggled it in.

My lawyer made that case clear.

Right, you were framed.

Without a doubt.

Then how come not a single other suspect ever came forward.

That's because the framers knew exactly what they were doing.

There's this somebody laying the groundwork

for an illegal routing system.

Whoever controls the system

controls the city.

Say that's true. Why kill the kid?

Because the system needs to be protected.

Now, if I had to guess...

it's because there's something big coming up the pipe.

And you know who's behind it.

Mm-mm.

But...

the rumour is...

that whoever is behind this is so smart,

so ruthless, that...

it just might be the devil himself.

You want me to believe this isn't you behind it?

Give me a name.

Hmm.

I like you.

So you get one name.

Big guy. Redhead.

Real gun nut.

And he's not smart enough to run this whole thing

but he'll know who's involved.

His name...

is Red Knowles.

Got it?

Yeah.

There. Was that so hard?

Hey, Sarah.

Or should I call you Ms. Crown Expert Witness?

Ah, "Ms. Expert" is fine.

- Hey, how'd things go with Kelly? - Oh, you've trained her well.

She's even down with your coffee order.

Oh, good.

I'm glad she's getting the chance to work the field.

She deserves it.

So are you almost done?

- I need your help. - We're taking a recess.

But we shouldn't be long. Why? What's up?

You remember that murder suspect, Tyson Biggs?

- Oh, the smuggling guy. - Yeah.

Plumber in the bathtub. It wasn't mine. Why?

Well, Biggs claims that he was framed for that job.

I just wonder if you could take a look

at the forensics trail and see if there's anything odd?

- Yeah, I'm on it. - Thanks, Sarah.