Private Eyes

Everett, I'm at Charlie Brower's jazz club with Becca.

Looks like a fire took out the back office.

Got it. On my way.

Copy that!

Back up, guys!

Miss?

- Talent bookings are cancelled. - Oh!

Unless you're referring to my ability to run in heels,

which is impressive, I'm not talent.

Angie Everett, private investigator.

- And now there are two of you. - Everett. Becca's upstairs.

- That's my cue. - I'll be back. Do not go near my ignition site.

I would never.

Wow. New dress code I should be aware of?

You wish you could pull this off.

Unfortunate choice of words.

- Date went well then. - Did you know the owner of this place,

Charlie Brower, is a legend?

Some of the hottest names in the business launched

- their careers on that stage. - Yeah. Well, last night,

that stage almost went up in flames.

- Oh, thanks for coming! - Yeah.

Matt, Angie, this is Kelsey Brower.

- Hi. - Her father, Charlie, owns the club.

I've been doing a documentary on him.

Ah, the super-secret project. So what happened?

Around midnight, a fire started in my dad's office.

Thankfully, no one was hurt.

- Someone spotted it early. - And why isn't Mr. Brower

- the one telling us all this? - Because he's missing.

He's not answering his phone.

We've already checked his apartment, hospitals.

The thing is the fire investigator is ruling it arson.

So now your dad is suspect number one.

Please, I just need you to find him.

Find him and prove he didn't do this.

Has your dad ever gone AWOL before?

No. He is obsessive about this club.

He never misses a day. I've called all his friends.

No one knows where he is.

This footage is from yesterday.

When we wrapped up at 5:30, he seemed fine.

Is it true that Charlie stopped writing and composing

- after his second album? - Yes.

And before you ask, no, he's never told me why.

Or anyone else for that matter.

Well, a little mystery adds to the mystique, I guess.

This must have been an interesting place to grow up.

Interesting and lonely.

When I was 18, I wanted to get away,

so I went to university in Vancouver

- and stayed with my mom. - But you came back.

What's your relationship like with your dad now?

He has never been more present.

And that's what has us so worried.

Charlie has Kelsey, the club, the documentary.

He wouldn't just pick up and leave without an explanation.

Oh. I gotta take this.

I'm calling in every favour I have

to keep this story out of the media.

As far as I can tell, Charlie seemed genuinely happy and relaxed.

So what happened between 5:30 yesterday

and midnight when the fire started?

Dad keeps a diary of all his meetings

and club events. He's old school.

You should've seen Becca convincing him to film himself

with one of her tiny cameras.

The fire was contained to my dad's office.

Wow...

Some of this stuff must be irreplaceable.

I don't understand how someone could do this.

According to this, your dad had a meeting

with someone named Todd last night at 7 o'clock.

Yeah. Todd Fenway. He's a music producer.

He came to every open mic night to spot new talent.

Dad used to promote his artists on the main stage.

- Used to? - Yeah.

A couple weeks ago, they had an argument.

I thought Dad broke off the arrangement.

And yet, they were booked for a meeting last night.

Todd Fenway might be the last person

to have seen your dad before the fire.

Taxi!

Charlie has a lot of influence in the jazz world.

A guy like that makes enemies.

Maybe the fire was a threat and now he's hiding out.

But if that was the case, why wouldn't he warn Kelsey?

You know, we have to consider the possibility he set the fire

himself to collect the insurance payout.

Yet, it could be. A place like this would take up your whole life,

and Charlie's not getting any younger.

So he decides to set the fire, then retire early in style?

Hey, you got a little something.

- Is it gone?! - Hey.

Is that charcoal on your face?

- No. - You crossed the tape.

Would you believe that I just haven't mastered a smoky eye?

They're with me! Or I'm with them...

or whatever.

Zoe, what are you doing here?

Lachlan and I were at the same conference last month,

and he's agreed to let me shadow him while we investigate.

It's pretty cool, right?

Uh... I don't know, Zoe...

That is amazing. You're gonna learn so much.

Thank you for, uh, letting Zoe assist me with this investigation.

You're lucky she likes you.

You know, now that I think about it,

whoever called 911 must have spotted the fire immediately.

The timing is a little suspect.

I think I may know who made that call.

There's a man, Horatio. He lives out of his car.

He's been parked in the lot across the alley nearly every night

since I began interviewing Charlie.

- Maybe Becca and I should pay him a visit? - All right. I'll go see Todd Fenway.

See if their last conversation left Charlie hot under the collar.

You just can't give up on trying to get this handsome mug

on the big screen, eh, Becca?

The camera would love you. I know it.

Horatio, this is Angie Everett.

Horatio, I'm a private investigator.

I'm allowed to park here.

Listen, we just want to know if it was you

who called in the fire last night.

Yeah, I did. But as far as I'm concerned,

I did my part. Period. The end.

I don't have anything else to say.

You get hassled a lot, huh?

Either I'm invisible or I'm messing up the view.

That must be frustrating. I'm sorry.

Charlie arranged for me to park here.

He's a good man, Charlie. I wish there were more like him.

Charlie's actually the reason we're here.

He's missing, Horatio.

Like I said, I don't want to get involved.

I'm working with his daughter, Kelsey. Do you know her?

Yeah.

Look, we're just trying to make sure that Charlie's OK.

Is there anything you saw

that you didn't report? Anything at all?

Some of the nights...

Charlie opens the windows of the club

so I can hear the music. He's generous that way.

He loves his club, the community.

But?

The first thing was the smoke.

Got me out of the car real quick.

Then I see the back door of the club fly open.

- And? - I see Charlie.

The alley must have been dark. How can you be sure it was him?

His hat. Light from the street lamp

caught the pin on the side of his fedora.

He was running like the Devil was at his heels.

Shall I call the cops?

Or did you bring marshmallows?

Sorry for trespassing.

Name's CJ. I'm looking for Todd Fenway.

CJ, no last name.

Let me guess, you're in the music business.

Guilty as charged. I'm an agent.

- You are? - Celine Fenway,

- mistress of all this. - Ah.

- Todd's my husband. - He's also the most successful

jazz music producer in town.

- He's had some success, yes. - I'll say.

I saw him the other night at Charlie Brower's club.

Shame about the fire.

Lucky no one was hurt.

Todd is out on his boat today,

but I'll tell him you dropped by.

That'd be great.

Hey, um... I'm actually thinking of doing a deal with Charlie myself.

I'd appreciate any inside info.

Charlie Brower's a drunk.

Completely unreliable when it comes to honouring his contracts.

Todd actually ended his relationship with him.

- He did? - Charlie used to promote Todd's singers,

give him a headline slot at the club.

And then when Charlie was introduced to Todd's latest star,

Ellie Danvers, he pulled the plug.

Todd tried to talk him out of it last night, but...

- he was already drunk. - Last night! Did Todd see the fire?

Oh, no. He was home with me by then.

It wouldn't surprise me if they find

- that Charlie started the fire himself. - Huh.

- Everett, I just heard a very different tune... - Sh! Sh! Sh!

What's he doing here?

Helping Zoe re-create tests that identify the accelerant.

So every accelerant leaves an ILR.

- Ignitable liquid residue. - Very good.

Now, different chemicals have different burn rates.

Oh!

They finding what was used to start the fire?

Lachlan's lab's assembling a report.

What is it about firemen anyway?

Too many hose jokes to choose from.

Switching to a safer subject,

any hits on Charlie's credit card?

Not in the last 24 hours.

In fact, it seems the only thing he uses it for is