Private Eyes

Sloan, I'm coming right down!

This is a stakeout, not a sleepover.

Ugh. I wasn't sleeping.

You were snoring!

- Late night with Mel? - Not in the Biblical sense.

Ahh... she's winding down a big trial.

I was helping her with her closing arguments all night.

Look at you.

Look at me? Look at you!

You and Dr. Ken seem joined at the lip these days.

What can I say? The doctor has a lovely bedside manner.

Oh.

- It's mom. - Well, tell Nora I said hi.

Did you just press ignore on your mother?

- Yeah! - I thought you guys

- had patched things up. - We did... mostly.

It's just when things are going great in my life,

she gets all... girlfriend-y.

Maybe she just misses you.

I know. I'll call her back.

Soon!

Incoming.

Hey boys! What you got there?

- Not so fast. I got here first. - Oh, the hell you did!

- Forget you ever saw this idiot. - And who are you?

I'm an interested buyer looking to acquire

some quality, imported electronics

for a reasonable price.

I'll give you $5000 for the whole truck.

- You a friend of Sammy's? - No, she's not. But I am.

He told me to take care of you boys. How does 10 grand sound?

For everything?

You know what? I just want those laptops back there.

You guys keep the rest for yourselves.

Sorry sweetheart. Come on.

- HEY! HEY! HEY! COME ON! - HEY! COME ON, MAN! LET US OUT!

- I'll call Maz. - Alright.

- OPEN UP! - HEY, VERY FUNNY MAN!

- HEY, OPEN UP! - GET GOING!

COME ON!

- Hi. - Hi! Uh...

You forgot these in my car.

- Yeah, uh... thanks. - There you go.

Yeah.

- Hey, so, uh... - Oh, good morning!

- Hey! - You get my message?

Uh, yeah. Yeah, I had the night shift send a unit over.

- So... they got your note. - Just a couple of superheroes

keeping the citizens of Metropolis safe.

Great, except now, I can't get the image of you wearing...

red spandex out of my head.

Ugh. Thanks for that. Are you here to see me?

No. Uh, yes. I, uh...

I was here to see you. Done that,

so... that's it for this point in time I'm gonna get...

going 'cause I gotta... I gotta mosey.

I got a lot of other things to do. I gotta go. Uh... yeah.

- OK... What was that about? - I don't know!

Who cares?

Anyway, new client.

Beth Jacobs.

Urgent. Go!

You're throwing muffins! Come on!

- I'm trying! - Don't try! Just do it!

Put that hip!

- Looking good, Jacobs! - Thanks, Hank.

Gotta keep your chin down when you throw that, man.

That's it!

Take it you two aren't here to work out.

No. We're looking for Beth Jacobs.

Thanks.

Let me take 10.

Throw it like you mean it! Let's go!

Hey, Beth Jacobs?

And you're Matt Shade.

It's an honour. My dad used to watch all your games.

Ouch.

I'm Angie Everett. What can we do for you?

My manager said you might be able to help me.

I'm fighting the regional championship on Friday.

I win that, it's one more step toward the nationals.

OK, so why do you need Pls?

My qualifying match

was against Denise Perez, but the fight was rigged.

Look, Beth, nobody likes to lose, but that

- doesn't mean your fight was rigg... - No! Listen.

I didn't lose the fight against Denise. I won.

Then what's the problem?

Integrity! That's her problem.

Just my luck, managing a fighter with a conscience.

Hey buddy...

SHADE! What the hell?!

Angie, meet Murray Clavin,

my former manager.

The guy who stole all my money.

Alright, time! Time!

That's it, Jerry! That's it! Keep going! Keep it up!

- Sorry you had to see that. - Hey, I would've done

the same thing. He cheated you out of millions.

I could never actually prove anything.

Oh, come on.

He always claimed it wasn't his fault, but all my investments

- went south. - Yeah. With him.

To the Caymans. Let's go.

Shade, you're not actually considering

- taking this case. - No! Of course not.

You know, we were together for 20 years.

He spotted me when I was a kid.

Took me under his wing.

We'd be on the road together for weeks. He...

kind of became a second father to me.

Yeah. A father who betrayed you.

Yeah. And it hurt, but...

I've grown. Matured.

OK, whoa. Let's not get carried away.

What do you wanna do? We can walk out of here

right now.

Yeah, you're right. Life's too short.

I'm gonna tell him we can't take the case.

Bet you been wanting to do that for a while.

- 10 years, 4 months, 23 days. - Yeah, well...

With friends like me,

who needs enemies? Ha ha ha ha!

Oh, come on, Shadow! I used to be able to crack you up.

You remember that time in Pittsburgh,

bought you a strippergram for your 21st birthday?

Ha ha! Oh man, were you surprised!

As I recall, it was Sudbury, I was 17,

the table dancer had an Adam's apple, and yes,

- you could say I was surprised. - Alright, look.

The point is, we have history.

You can't turn your back on history, right?

- What was that all about? - I'm fine.

It's just his way of saying hello to an old friend.

- Uh, Murray, listen. - Uh oh.

We got a pretty heavy caseload these days, so...

Oh, yeah. Yeah, yeah. I get it.

I don't. What's going on?

They're not gonna take our case.

- What? Why not? - We just don't

have the time to fully invest the resources of our agency...

No. You can't walk out on me. If word gets out

the fight was rigged, everyone's gonna think I'm a dirty fighter.

I'm sorry, Beth.

Shadow, please. If I make it

to the championship, I want it to be on my terms

because I earned it.

I can't have this hanging over my head the rest of my career.

- I'd hang up my gloves first. - You hear that, Shadow?

Kid's got an honest heart.

Reminds me of someone I used to know.

- Murray... - Alright, look. I know

I messed up in the past, but she shouldn't have to pay

for my mistakes.

You don't take this case,

she may never fight again.

Fastest southpaw in the Golden Horseshoe.

Until my shoulder started to give way.

That's pretty impressive, Hank.

Years later, I hung up the boxing gloves and opened up

this gym. Fighter to businessman overnight.

- You got to adapt, right? - You know it. Life goes on.

- How long have you known Beth? - A couple of years.

She's still green, but she's got staying power.

She don't back down for no one.

And her opponent, Denise Perez, how would you rate her?

More experienced.

- But not better? - Would've thought so,

'til that fight. Beth's been training pretty hard.

She's got a killer combination. Looks like they're payin' off.

Is there any chance the fight was fixed?

No way.

I'm one of four gyms in this city

that's authorized to hold qualifying bouts.

- I run a clean shop. - So, you don't put any stock

in Beth's suspicions?

Listen. That girl would never tell you this,

but she's been through the ringer.

Mother ran off early.

First punch she ever threw was at her father.

Bottom line is, that girl could use a break.

She should just take the win and be happy.

Would you mind if we talk to the ref?

Be my guest.

Megan calls them as she sees them.

Anything hinky went on in that ring,

she'd know about it.

Thanks.

Filterless, huh?

I never used to smoke or drink,

and would you believe it? I was a vegan.

Wow. Now you seem to have had a change of heart.

So, to answer your next question:

No. I can't be bought.

So in your mind, Beth's fight was totally legit.

That's the way I called it, didn't I?

Yeah, but back in my pro days, refs would make calls

all the time that were... let's say... less than accurate.

I remember watching you play.

You deserved every damn penalty