King

Danny?

Oh...

Good morning.

- You should have woke me. - Huh? Why? I got everything under control here.

- I can't believe I slept so long.

Are you making a pie?

Lemon meringue.

- Oh, honey, but it's Thanksgiving. My family's gonna

be expecting pumpkin, or apple... actually, they're gonna be

expecting both because it's a tradition.

- What's your favourite kind of pie?

- Honey... - What is your favourite kind of pie?

- Lemon meringue. - Muah! We can start our own tradition.

- You ever made a pie before? - Ha! Ha! Ha!

Nope. But we've also never hosted Thanksgiving dinner before, have we?

So, if you'll excuse me, I gotta roll this dough.

- Why don't you roll me instead?

Did you just look at your crust? - Only because I have

to roll it while it's still cold... that's what the recipe tells me to do.

- Fine. Turkey takes fives hours.

I'm not going anywhere.

Hey, you know something?

This is the first Thanksgiving that we've both had off

since we've been married.

- And I invite my family. Somebody shoot me.

- You're on bird duty, OK? Stuffing's in the fridge.

It's not too late to cancel.

- Yes, it is. - OK, seriously, my dad needs

an apple pie, or he's gonna spend the whole night pouting. - Lemon meringue.

How many times do you think Ross mentions his golf membership?

- Maybe if you went with him once in a while... - I hate golf.

- No, you hate my sister's husband.

I don't!

That better not be work. - No, it's the thing downstairs.

Hello? - Hey, buzz me up.

- Lisa? - What? She's here already?

- You are never gonna believe this.

- You're gay. - No.

- You're a dude. - Dad called. He's bringing his nurse girlfriend to dinner.

- What? Since when? - I know. Buzz me up.

What's up?

- Apparently my dad is bringing his little nurse friend for dinner.

- What? Since when? - I know.

Chief. - King. Happy Thanksgiving. - Don't even think about it.

And to you, sir. What's up?

I was wondering if you could have a look at something for me.

I bake you a pie.

It's a homicide. Young woman.

- I'm expecting my family for dinner, sir.

A couple of hours tops.

Yeah, it's just that Danny and I are on point this year.

- Honey... Send Spears or call Ingrid or something.

No, you're not leaving. Come on.

- Hello? - Is this very urgent, Chief?

- Hard to say. Been looking at an old case of mine.

- And old case of yours? - Oh, that's right, King. I used to be a real police

officer. You know, I had a gun with bullets and everything. - I'm sorry, Chief.

I didn't mean... How old is the case?

- Fifteen years. - We brined a turkey.

- Oh, OK, so it can wait another day. I can review it tomorrow, right?

- My lead suspect's in palliative care. Could die within days.

I'd like to put the bastard in jail before that happens.

- Could you send me an email? I'd be more than happy to look at it after...

- King, do for me what you do for everyone else.

Fresh eyes. You know, we could bounce things around.

- Hey, Danny. Hope you don't mind.

Ross is spending some quality time with the kids,

and I am spending some quality time without them. Jess.

- Bastard covered her face with a pillow and

stabbed her three times with a screwdriver.

Mother of an 18-month-old child. - Oh, my god. You are not

bailing. Tell him you have cancer. I don't care.

- Lisa! - I need to talk to you. - It's the chief.

- And I am your sister. Say just a minute. - Sound pretty busy over there.

- Could you hold on one sec, Chief? Thanks.

He just wants me to review an old case of his.

- He's the chief. Tell him to solve his own case. - Honey, are you going or not?

- Have your Thanksgiving. - Just a sec. He said it would only take an hour.

- Dad only does this when he's serious.

I think he's gonna announce his engagement.

- What? - King.

King! - Uh, just a sec, Chief.

- Forget I called, King. You enjoy your family.

Something I should have done more of.

- No, wait, wait, wait... - Jess.

- What? - Go.

- King. - Just a sec. Really?

- Yes. Honey, honestly, you're halfway there already. Go.

I can handle all this. - No, she's not going anywhere.

You are not going to work. You're making dinner. - Chief, I'm on my way.

- Good stuff. - What are we gonna do with Dad's girlfriend?

- I don't know. Get her a high chair?

I love you. Back in an hour.

- The deceased, - Isabelle Toomey,

21 years of age, her 18-month- old son Jackson was found

unharmed at the scene.

Victim was stabbed multiple times in the chest.

Your turn

- to change her. - Working!

- It's still your turn. - Goddamn, Marie,

I need to do this! - I have my hands full.

- Oh, for the love of Mike! - For the love of Mike?

People really say that?

Who was that crying in the background?

- That was Gabriella. Twins were born a month before

I got promoted to Homicide back in Windsor.

- Busy, busy. - Didn't sleep for three years.

- Hm. Just gonna lose my coat. - Team all got the weekend off?

- Yep. - Good. Good, good, good.

Martin keeps a bottle on his desk for emergencies, does he?

- Not usually. He must have forgotten it.

Yeah, who can blame him?

I wouldn't give a glass of this to my cat.

- What can I say? He's a vegan.

- Where is Detective Spears this weekend?

- I don't know. Probably with his new girlfriend or something.

- Marie and the kids are at our sister's in Waterloo.

She's giving me a free pass on Thanksgiving this year.

- Free pass? - Well, almost free. It'll cost me a trip to Vegas

in February, but it's worth it.

If I have to listen to my jackass brother-in-law

talk about police brutality at the G20 one more time...

- Gotta love family. - Yeah. Gotta love 'em.

So, should we get started?

- Everything's in the other room.

Let's put this killer away

before my turkey comes out of the oven.

Absolutely.

- Lisa, if your father wants to marry some young nubile

nurse, you should just let him. - It's just so transparent.

- What is? - His midlife crisis.

- He's in his 60s, just had an angioplasty.

I think that's actually and end-of-life crisis.

- Oh, don't say that. My father's not gonna die.

What are you doing now? - Stuffing.

But first...

- You think my sister's gonna make it back in time for dinner?

- She'd better be. She's doing the gravy.

- Oh, my god. Mistake. - Why?

Have you had Jess's gravy?

- Shouldn't you be at home with your kids or something like that?

- Ross can get them dressed and bring them over. Besides,

I have one right here. She's been kicking me like a... linebacker.

Let me smell your beer. Come on. Just a...

a sniff before Ross gets here. - Ross doesn't even let you smell booze?

- His mother drank her way through all four pregnancies.

Blames her for being so... - Boring?

Forgetful.

That smells really good.

- OK. - OK.

Let's slap this bird on the ass.

Cool. Check her.

- Isabelle Toomey five years before her murder.

- I had that t-shirt till my sister stole it. Stupid cow.

- The picture was taken the night Isabelle hitched her way

to a Nirvana concert at Lee's Palace.

- Nirvana at Lee's? I was at that concert.

- You were? - Yeah. - How was it?

- Stinky, sweaty, and loud. It was... heaven on toast.

- Well, maybe you bumped into Kenny Pham in the mosh pit.

Kenny and Isabelle met at the show.

Kenny followed her back to Windsor, where they got married.

I'm out of coffee. - We can make another pot.

- Feel like I need more caffeine.

Our loving couple moved into this houseboat

on the lake vista marina... basically a floating trailer park.

- This could be my life in an alternate universe.

- No. If it was, you would have been stabbed to death before your 22nd birthday.

- And the husband's your suspect?

- No. Kenny was working the salt ship at the time.

He was out on the lake. - There's an alibi.

- That's my guy. Albert Riggs.

He murdered Isabablle Toomey,

while her 18 month-old baby boy lay in his crib.

Jackson

He was found by a couple of people from the marina,

crying but unharmed. He's still living with his dad,

just made varsity basketball.

- I'm gonna go make a first pot.

What's the story on Albert Riggs?

- He ran a store down on the marina...

smoked, supplies...

Her husband was away so Isabelle asked Riggs

for some help with some plumbing on her boat.

- Help her with plumbing... is that a euphemism? - Riggs thought so.

Come pay-up time, they got into a big fight.

A lot of boaters heard it.

Riggs made threats. Two days later, she was dead.

- Murder weapon? - Screwdriver. Never recovered.

- But I bet one was missing from Rigg's toolbox.

No, they were all there.

One was brand new, never been used.

- And you couldn't stick him for it?

- No weapon; no witnesses saw him go in or

out of the boat on the night of the murder;

and his wife alibied him out. - But you still

like him for it? - Albert Riggs is pond scum.

He's a violent, vindictive son of a bitch who hates women. - Who's gonna be dead

in a couple of days. - Don't start. - Sir...

- No, King. I don't want Albert Riggs to die