Motive

Someone tried to implicate you in a murder, Neville.

And you've already looked at every possible source in the company,

- and you couldn't find a leak. - Anything Deputy Chief Halford hears,

Neville Montgomery hears.

I need to step down as primary on this case.

The doctor needs to run more tests, so.

- I need a new vice-president. - Maria Snow?

I thought she was trying to bring him down. Why'd she accept a promotion?

Someone is trying to intimidate me.

My guess is Neville Montgomery.

You caught his daughter's killer.

Yes. And then I accused him of murder.

All right.

Everybody remain calm...

And eat a donut.

Rick Wyatt! You are a darling.

Oh, my favorite. I could kiss you!

Oh, come on now. I'm a married man, Diane!

Oh, by the way, ahem, Mike is on the warpath.

Oh, really? Is he? Why?

Something about the Henderson file?

Doesn't ring a bell.

It was the house fire in Strathcona.

Their place was gutted. The family lost everything?

Oh! Right. That was the family who increased their fire insurance

four months earlier.

How did you miss that?

I didn't miss it, Diane.

It never showed up in any of my searches.

Well, you couldn't have looked very hard.

We all make mistakes.

I know if I had a big trip to Hawaii planned,

I probably wouldn't be able to concentrate either.

Donut?

No, Rick. I'm still a celiac.

Which is why...

I made sure to get one...

that's gluten-free.

Rick, you are so thoughtful.

- Thanks. - Any time, buddy.

What a jerk, huh?

Don't be so hard on him, Deedee.

Everyone makes mistakes.

They repo'd the car already.

- I don't have it anymore. - That's because you owe money, Debbie.

My ex owes the money!

I understand that.

And we're going after him as well,

but you co-signed for the loan.

And it's not the first time you've been in this situation.

- You have to stop calling my house. - Would you rather I called your work?

Take the money straight from your pay?

I'm trying to help you here.

I am working three jobs as it is, and we barely get by.

- It's not fair! - Life isn't fair!

We all have problems. Just make a payment.

Something!

I'll make a payment.

Here you go. This is all I can afford.

Is that your wife?

I don't know how she can stand being married to such an ass.

See you on the 15th.

Yeah.

Can't wait.

Hiya!

Hey. You got here fast.

Yeah. I was already up.

Had to meet a construction crew at my house.

Threat assessment is giving me new steel doors and locks.

I'm very happy about that.

Well, my landlord's not.

Mm-hmm. Well, you tell your landlord to speak to me.

I just might do that. What do we got?

Male. Mid-50s.

Possibly suffocated. Tentatively identified as "Rick Wyatt."

- Why tentatively? - Well, it's his car, his space,

but I can't make a visual confirmation until I get the bag off his head.

Right.

Handcuffs, duct tape... Killer came prepared.

How do you get someone to sit still long enough to do all this?

I can't tell you that yet, but I can tell you forensics got fingerprints

off both the front and back doors.

Maybe your killer was lying in wait?

I think the killer was in the backseat and watched him die.

S03E12 Frampton Comes Alive

I wasn't surprised to see his car.

Rick often came in early.

Then I got closer, and I... I saw the bag over his head...

It's so horrible.

When was the last time you talked to Rick?

Yesterday. End of day.

He was still working when I left. That was around 6:30.

- Was anyone else here? - No.

He was usually the last to leave, too.

- Rick was an adjuster? - One of the company's best.

Were there any clients he was having problems with?

Uh, none that he spoke of.

But it is part of his job to deny insurance claims, isn't it?

When necessary.

- But Rick had a way of reducing tension. - You seem very fond of Rick.

He was just such a nice guy.

So generous, and the biggest heart.

Did everyone in the office feel that way?

U-um...

There is one person who didn't get along with Rick.

Mike Wilson. Another adjuster.

But... It wasn't anything serious.

What was the problem?

Rick Wyatt was a dick. That was the problem.

What happened between you two?

I paid his wife a compliment at our office Christmas party.

She had lost a little bit of weight.

Rick thought I was hitting on her.

After that, he was a passive-aggressive nightmare.

His last stunt? A so-called "gluten-free" donut.

And let me guess. It wasn't?

I'm a celiac. I spent a week on the toilet.

Maybe the bakery screwed up.

You sound just like Diane. Look, I'm not crazy.

- He did it on purpose. - That must have made you pretty angry?

Yeah, I wanted to kill the guy!

But I didn't.

Well, when Ms. Wyatt does show up,

can you have her call me, please?

Thank you.

- Hey! - Uh-huh?

You run Maria Snow's name through the database?

- Yes, I did. - Oh, see, I thought

we were trying to keep her off the radar.

Well, so did I, till she dumped her fiance

and took his job... it's all over the news.

Enemy to ally is a pretty big jump.

Ambition like that doesn't just turn up overnight,

so I thought I'd take a look.

Mm. Well, I mean, you're into it now, so...

- Anything interesting? - Her sealed juvie files got everything.

There's drug possession, vandalism, shoplifting, you name it...

Yes, "sealed."

You know you can't use any of that against her.

- Any charges as an adult? - No.

Whatever she was into stopped when she turned 15.

Maybe she cleaned up her act?

Mm. Or she learned how not to get caught.

You know, people can change.

- Yeah, okay. - All right.

Don't let this interfere with the Wyatt case.

I won't, I've got Lucas looking into any recently rejected insurance claims.

Okay, have you spoken to the victim's wife yet?

She's not answering her phone. She's not at work.

So I thought I'd swing by her house later, but I think Lucas needs a hand.

Oscar? Can you hear me?

The CAT scan revealed a mass on your thyroid.

It may explain why your initial symptoms suggested Grave's disease.

So, what... what happens next?

We'd like you to do a biopsy.

That'll confirm our diagnosis and determine our next course of action.

Try and get some rest.

The less stress you have in your life right now,

the better. Okay?

The hospital will contact you to schedule a biopsy.

Oscar...

Now we can treat this.

Okay?

You know what you are? You're a thief. You steal money!

Either you make a payment or I go after your house.

And you can push that Walker of yours right into a homeless shelter.

You hear me?

Pay me or start packing!

Your choice!

Lawrence.

I didn't expect to see you so soon.

- You got a minute? - Of course. How're you doing?

Come in, come in. Sit down.

You want anything? Coffee? Tea?

I got this herbal blend that's...

Yeah. No. I'm fine. Thanks.

I'm quitting, Dan.

Look... uh.

It's only been a week since Helen passed away.

Y-you don't have to make this sort of decision right now.

I've been thinking about it for a while, Dan.

It's a difficult time, I understand.

But your files are being managed.

And to tell you the truth, I'm kind of enjoying getting my hands dirty again.

Take all the time you need.

That's what our stress reduction program is all about.

You've been a good boss, Dan.

A good friend.

But it's time to say goodbye.

Someone brought you flowers.

Who's trying to steal my wife?

Reverend Allen stopped by.

That was nice of him.

How was work?

Did you know your husband's an ass?

Of course I know.

Why do you think I married you?

Because I looked hot in a kilt?

Nah, it wasn't the kilt.

It was those sexy knees of yours.