Wong & Winchester

Cliché...

Could not be more cliché.

Yeah. - Good to see you.

What are... what are you doing? - Husband paid extra.

I don't know what that means.

It means he needs proof, proof.

Gross!

Yep!

Garbage bag taped to the window, classy.

Say it again.

You are my big boy. - That's right. Tell me what to do.

Tell me I'm your big boy. - You are my big boy!

That's right. I'm your big boy. - Yeah, show it to me.

Yeah, say it again. - You are my big boy!

Yeah, I'm your big boy! - Yeah!

Yeah! Ooh!

Whoa! - What?

Leaving the flash on, not ideal!

Hey...

So, um...

I'm just...

I...

Don't just stay here.

Go after her! - Hey!

Tom! Start the car!

Hey! Hey!

Go! Go! Go!

I guess some people really don't like

getting their photo taken.

What?

Morning!

Got a call from Mr. Hernandez.

He was quite happy with the photos. - I bet he was.

Elected not to dig into that any further. - Probably wise.

Also, your mother called again.

She had some rather invasive inquiries.

And I got you a new assignment,

an insurance claim investigation.

Wow!

It's good. It's keeping us busy. - Come on!

When I agreed to this, I wasn't promised busy, Gary.

We're new. We should be thankful any work is coming in at all.

OK, we need to make a name for ourselves, make a splash.

We're making splashes.

Since we started this firm, we've been making baby splashes.

OK, we cannot make a name for ourselves

busting adulterers and insurance sheets.

Give me the file.

Where's Tom? - That was your other call.

A millennial making a phone call. This should be interesting.

I'm afraid your driver has tendered his resignation.

Apparently, Tom doesn't feel safe working alongside you.

- Crybaby poopy pants. - Obviously, I don't want to assign any blame.

Then don't! - Tom was your what? 6th driver?

Seventh. - Seven drivers in three months.

Maybe it's time we start looking inward.

Already have. - And?

About what you'd expect.

Well, if you'll follow me, I've lined you up a new driver.

What's his background? - Well, her background.

Gary, quick word? - Yeah.

What is that? - That is, my niece, Sarah.

Is she sitting in front of my new male driver or something?

Sarah's great. She's had rather extensive schooling

and has a real knack for this field,

a real ability with people.

You'll both benefit from the pairing.

Just give her a chance.

It's all I ask.

Here we go.

Sorry about that.

Everything's good, all good.

Sarah Winchester, Marissa Wong. Marissa, Sarah.

I've heard such great things.

All right, I gave it a shot.

Wait! - Gary!

Look at her outfit, that unearned self confidence.

She's clearly had far too happy of a childhood.

It had its ups and downs.

Nobody's buying that for a second.

She's gonna get on my last nerve.

You'll have to forgive Marissa.

She's not a morning person or an afternoon person.

But she's the best detective. - You're hesitant, I get that.

Insightful. - The walls here are painfully thin,

and I heard everything you said.

Not ideal! - Great bones, though.

The good news is I may have a lead

on a potential investigation, something exciting.

A potential splash!

A murder investigation.

If I have the job, that is.

I told you she'd fit right in.

Splash!

You're really gonna like my grandma's friend Gladys.

She's a bit distraught 'cause of the murder.

But, she's a dream client.

I'm looking forward to this. We have an opportunity to...

Here's how this works: you're driving.

Great, love to drive. - That's it.

OK. Maybe also, in addition to that... - No!

Not here to listen to anyone's life story or mentor anyone.

No, of course not. - OK, good!

I have enough on my plate.

I forgot to put on deodorant today.

So I gotta go about my day with that in my head.

Is this road legal?

I'm having some issues with my insurance.

Yeah, it would appear.

Nude baseball bat attacks are apparently

in their coverage Grey zone. - Huh!

Either way, happy to drive you anywhere you need

until you get your licence reinstated.

A subject you're obviously not too fond of discussing.

Say no more.

Lacking the fast-paced environment I was promised.

My grandma's friend Gladys lives here.

She's the one that wants to hire us.

Really?

OK, thank you. Bye-bye.

Hi there.

We are meeting Gladys.

Parkwood. Gladys Parkwood.

You must be the investigators. - Investigator.

Driver. - Karen, residence director.

Quite the old folks' home you got here, Karen!

Adult lifestyle community. - I don't know what that means.

But this is definitely the kind of place

I hope my family forces me into one day.

Gladys is waiting for you in our lounge.

Follow me.

Gladys? Hi!

I'm not sure if you remember me. I'm Cathy's granddaughter.

This is Marissa Wong, the investigator my grandmother mentioned.

Real pleasure, ma'am. - Please, sit.

So, how may I be of assistance?

Well, it's my fiancé.

Fiancé, never too old!

He was my fiancé. He was murdered.

They say it was a heart attack, but I don't buy it.

Not buying what they're selling, huh?

He was in the prime of his life.

That's certainly an interpretation.

There's no way Harold had a heart attack.

I could potentially see a way. - I feel it in my gut!

It's never wrong. - In this case, it could be.

So, you'll find who killed Harold?

The police have been no help.

Gladys, what makes you think

that somebody would want to kill Harold?

He was quite the hot commodity,

with the ladies.

I could, see that.

You should have seen the way they looked at him...

even some of the daughters.

We weren't exclusive.

Right... - When we got engaged,

he ended things with the others.

Courteous. - There were a lot of unhappy women.

Naturally.

A lot of jealousy.

Right...

Harold's apartment.

He gave me a key.

Quite the regime!

Harold's team of cardiologists were very thorough.

Team?

Team of cardiologists.

All of this medication was for Harold's heart?

He didn't like to discuss his health.

Had one of his other girls fill his prescriptions for him.

A man after my own heart.

Harold had his vices.

Caribbean Velvet?

Where did Harold find this?

I thought they banned it after those miners went blind.

My God! Poor kids! - Untwist your panties.

Miners who work in a mine.

That's slightly better, I guess.

Many a night I spent with this guy.

How did Harold find this?

One of his other lovers used to import it for him.

Who's this? - That's Harold's long-deceased first wife.

So, when can you start?

Gladys, as much as I feel for you,

this isn't something I can take on.

No.

You don't understand.

"Leave it alone or you're next."

Someone slid this under my door

after I started asking about investigators.

Whoever killed Harold doesn't want the truth to come out,

even if it means killing me!

You have to find Harold's killer before they kill me.

It doesn't feel right us taking an extended lunch

when Gladys paid for the day.

Look, no offence to your grandma,

but her friend Gladys is... - But you took her money.

Look, if investigating Harold's murder

gives Gladys some sort of closure,