Previously, on Republic of Doyle.
The original Special Detective.
Mr. Jake Doyle.
Do you really have a crying disorder?
Steele!
Well, I'm not gonna follow up from a tip from some idiot.
I broke up with Grayson.
He was kind of a tool. And I deserve better.
Don't move!
Leslie!
Where's Callum?
Callum Pardy died-- Eight years ago.
You been working Special Ops for eight years?
I warned you to stay off this case.
What about your girlfriend?
She's here too-- with some handsome fella.
Tell me that he's your ex-boyfriend.
He's my husband.
So Garrison Steele,
writer of all things garbage, calls.
And you just come running.
Every time that fella shows up in town,
I end up with the poopy end of the stick.
First off-- That's incentive enough for me.
Secondly -- Mister Steele said it was an emergency.
So just look at it like any other paying gig.
Some things are just not worth the money.
I've literally never heard you utter those words before in your life.
You know, you and Leslie--
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Anything that you have to say about Leslie.
Anything that you're thinking about saying about Leslie --
Just mind your own business.
Just trying to be sensitive to your situation, maw mouth.
Offer a little insight.
You want some insight?
She was, she is, she was, married.
Okay, how's that for insight?
She thought Callum was dead for eight years.
She's got a lot to process right now.
Where are we going?
Elevator. That way.
You know I need this like I need a hole in the head.
That's the spirit.
Steele?
Well.
Someone was having a time.
Uh, involving some blood, Dad.
And lots of it.
Where's Garrison?
What's going on?
Everything is gonna be okay.
Jake. Call the police.
Hang on a second.
Jake.
Help me.
Garrison Steele.
What have you gone and done now?
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Sit down.
Oh.
Where did all the blood come from?
I don't know.
Okay. Easier question.
What the hell happened here last night?
I don't know that either.
You know what?
I'm gonna call the cops.
No police!
I've done nothing wrong.
I don't think you get it. Okay?
You're in a hotel room, covered in someone's blood,
with a missus handcuffed in the closet.
I don't have a missus.
Rachel, you okay?
I'm fine. Just-- What's happening?
She's okay.
The blood's not hers.
What blood?
Malachy.
Please uncuff her.
We can't yet. This is a potential crime scene.
Crime scene?
Those are your handcuffs? Why did you handcuff this poor girl
in the closet?
I, I, I didn't.
Although admittedly, the handcuffs are mine,
but they are strictly recreational.
And you can't recall anything about last night?
It's a blur.
I wonder why.
I didn't order any of that.
I have been living clean.
Nothing but meditation, and yoga to fill my soul.
I have transcended.
Yeah. Into madness.
Jake.
What are you thinking?
That's a lot of blood.
There's a good chance this is fatal.
Yeah, no kidding.
So where's the body?
I dunno. Who's the missus in the closet?
Rachel Molloy says she's a friend of Garrison's.
But she doesn't remember anything about last night either.
We shoulda never got tangled up with Garrison Steele.
Oh really? Because you never mentioned that before.
Someone already called this in.
Okay, let's get out of here and find that douche bag
before we become accessories to whatever happened here.
Callum.
Three cream. No sugar.
I take it black now. But thank you.
I guess some things do change.
Eight years is a long time, Callum.
Well, you're still a cop.
You still hold your coffee in both hands to keep warm.
You still look incredibly beautiful in the morning.
You were declared legally dead.
Which kinda makes us not married any more.
Don't you think?
There wasn't a day that went by that I didn't think about you.
There was a funeral.
I know.
You let me bury and think you were dead for eight years.
How could you do that to me?
I didn't plan any of this, Leslie.
I was part of an operation that saved a lot of lives.
But it made a lot of enemies.
When somebody tried to kill me,
my orders were to make 'em believe that they did.
I had to let everybody think I was dead.
Bennett.
I'm on my way.
Look, Leslie. I'm sorry.
I just really want us to try again.
I gotta go. You can stay and finish your coffee.
Knock next time.
Yeah.
Any luck?
None.
Steele and Rachel must be long gone.
Great. What now?
Okay. You go find Leslie and try and tell her our side of the story.
I'm afraid I can't allow that Jake.
Come on, Garrison.
Please. Let's just talk to the police.
Rachel.
You and I have to get to the bottom of this ourselves.
And the universe has sent these two to help us.
Please get in.
The universe called.
And they want you to go back to your own planet, you moron.
Shut up. And get in the car.
Okay. Take it easy.
Hey.
Hey. Can you believe that Leslie was married and didn't tell Jake.
I mean, that's the sort of thing that should come out on the second date, you know?
Third date, tops.
I know.
I mean, you think you know someone. It's all very strange.
I guess there's something to be said for staying single.
Oh yeah, right.
I forgot that you and Gray-- something are no longer a couple.
You know, everything's changing-- Relationship-wise.
Leslie has a husband.
Me and you are both single at exactly the same time.
I gotta go to work.
But we should be talking about this Jake and Leslie thing to anyone.
It's awkward enough without us going on about it.
Oh, absolutely. I totally agree. A hundred percent.
Hey!
See ya.
Bye hon!
You okay, Des?
Better than Jake.
Can you believe that Leslie was married?
Well, it's between Jake and Leslie.
I know. I was just giving Tinny the exact same warning.
I was like... Now missus-- Don't be being a chatterbox about this.
Can we help you?
Where's Garrison Steele?
- I'm sorry-- - I know you work with him.
Excuse me. Who are you?
Danielle Roberts. I'm his ex-wife.
And I know he's been in town the last few weeks.
You're an ex?
What number?
Although you're young. You probably fall to the back half.
Flight itineraries.
Steele's been back and forth to St. John's for months.
So where is he?
He owes me a book.
Oh, sorry.
Excuse me.
Jake. Hey. We were just not talking about you.
Yeah. Des. I need you and Rose to get over to the office right away.
We've got Garrison Steele with us.
Don't tell anyone.
Yeah. Got it.
Oh. Off topic. I just wanna say-- That I'm-- I'm here for--
Hello?
So Ms. Roberts. We don't know where Garrison is.
But, if we hear from him, we'll let you know.
See that you do. And I'll make it worth your while.
Yes.
Okay.
Okay! Bye!
Alright. You are not going to believe this.
- Jake and Mal are with Garrison. - No! Jake and Mal-- Yeah!
Are they coming?
Yeah. Now why don't we all just relax. And by we, I mean you.
Listen to him Steele.
You know us.
Garrison, please.
Put down the gun.
Nobody thinks you did anything.
We can work this out.
Yeah. Why don't you put down the gun
before you light something on fire.
Oh. Is that a colloquialism for shooting up the place?
Because I will indeed light this place up.
No, I mean literally light the place on fire with your tiny little lighter gun.
How did you know?
Well, most guns, Garrison, don't have the word lighter written
on the side of it.
Now.
Tell me. Why shouldn't we just turn you in right now?
I'm being framed, Jake.
Someone drugs me and my lady companion.
And then leaves a blood stain on the carpet.
It's a setup. Can't you see that?
Why would someone do that?
Someone's after my manuscript.
I'm writing another Special Detective.
No. No.
Oh no. No. No. You're not.
Um. We sold him the lifetime rights, Jake.
Wow. This is great news, Garrison.
You sold him--? We-- What?
I thought you were done with that stuff.
I thought so too. But my fans love the series.
Thank you again, Jake.
You portrayed me
as a moronic, compulsive, crying idiot private detective who literally
- stumbles on the clues. - I know.
Sometimes it's hard to see one's true self through another's eyes.
Besides, they were best sellers.
Which makes no sense.
The other books were much better.
Where is this latest manuscript?
My assistant, Nancy Burton, is holding it for safe keeping.
I wrote it on my old typewriter. It's the only copy.
Nancy.
She was at the hotel last night.
Yeah. Yeah she was.
You know, it could be her blood
that's splattered all over that room.
Do you have a picture of her, by any chance?
Nancy.
- You don't think-- - It's not for sure.
But we need to find her.
She could be at my place.
I gave her a spare key yesterday.
So we could have some privacy.
Excellent. I got this.
No, no, no, no. You got nothing.
Jake's right. You're a wanted man.
I got it.
Rachel.
No problem.
Till then, my sweet.
Now what?
I'm looking through the
photos that you took on my phone of the crime scene.
Hmm.
What?
A hotel worker said
he might have seen someone fitting the description
of Jake and Garrison Steele driving away.
I have Forensics on the way.
Looks like we have a crime scene on our hands.
Sir. You can't be here.
Sorry. Just doing my job. Trying to anyway.
The room is under Steele's name, but was paid for
by a Rachel Molloy.
Get Officers Doyle and Grayson Mann to check into that lead,
would ya?
Tinny and Grayson?
You heard they broke up, right?
Drama. Gets in the way of the work.
That's why I never indulge in the office romance.
Hood.
Just do it.
We need to call Leslie.
I know this is a tough time for both of you.
I could call her, if you want.
No, no. It's fine.
I can call her. I just--
I try not to talk about her, because she gets on my mind.
And when she's on my mind, that's all I can ever think about.
I hear that Leslie is actually married.
Amazing stuff, Jake. You must be a mess.
Wha? Man. B'ys the rumour mill is clearly in full swing today.
Everybody stop talking about Leslie.
Got it?
Word.
I shan't broach the subject again.
Thank you for the change of clothes, my darling Rose.
Malachy has much better taste than his progeny.
So, what's next?
We keep looking. We must.
Foul play is afoot.
This is a job for the police, you know.
And besides, there are people who are worried about you.
Namely, your publisher
and ex-wife, Danielle Roberts.
She says you owe her a book.
Danielle was here? She's insane.
You have to keep her away from me.
She also knows you've been coming to St. John's for months.
Why have you been coming to town for months?
Just to spend time with Rachel.
She, like all Newfoundland women, is truly inspiring.
Oh my God. Mr. Steele.
Do you see it? Do you see it? The whip.
The brandy bottle. The blood stain.
A trifecta of evidence which tell a story.
One that's already been written.
It's from To Kill a Mocking Man.
He's right.
You're saying that someone recreated a crime scene
based on something from one of these crap novels.
Now, first off, it's a masterpiece.
Thank you.
You're welcome.
Secondly, exactly. Down to a T, or whip, as it were.
Why would someone do that?
Leslie?
Where's Garrison Steele?
Garrison Steele?
Why would I know where Garrison Steele is?
I need to talk to him.
There was an anonymous tip of a homicide.
And his hotel room supports the theory.
Okay. What makes you think he'd even be in contact with me?
I mean, if he is here, he knows that I... hate his guts.
A hotel employee said
they saw you driving off with him.
B'y, Leslie b'y. I don't know what to tell ya.
Luckily, you can think about it,
and tell me face to face.
I'll be at your place in a few minutes.
Um, guys. A bit of a red flag here.
I just found this in Garrison's pocket.
That's the bloody nail file that was
used to kill so many in To Kill a Mocking Man.
You took a potential murder weapon from a crime scene?
It was just sitting there. And I thought--
That you would contaminate evidence?
And make yourself look even guiltier than you already do?
I thought it might hold a clue.
Unlike you.
And FYI, Leslie's on her way over here.
Oooh.
Forces are pulling you together. Can't you feel it?
Garrison, how can you be so calm right now?
I spent six months in India.
Meditation, spiritual soul searching.
A physical and physiological cleansing, all incredibly liberating.
Oh, I'll liberate you. Right out through the friggin' window.
Okay. Des.
I want you to research Steele's book.
See if there's any other similarities to what's happening right now.
Yes. I'll need stickies.
Where are you going?
I gotta go return this to the scene of the crime.
And you're coming with me.
Give me that!
Sorry. That was a dead end.
Nancy definitely didn't stay at my place.
That's okay. It was worth a try.
Tell me. Did Nancy get along with Steele?
She seemed to.
I can imagine being Garrison Steele's assistant could be difficult at times.
You don't think she robbed the manuscript and took off?
That would be quite the severance package.
So, how did you meet Steele?
At a book signing.
I've been reading his stuff for years.
So your son's the inspiration for that Special Detective series?
In Jake's defence, Garrison did take a few liberties.
To be honest, I don't like the character's temperament.
Well, Garrison made up that point.
Rachel Molloy.
I need to speak to you.
Poppy?
What is wrong with you?
I told you to wait in the car!
I left something important in here.
Something that showcases my other talents.
Other talents?
That would imply that you already posses at least one.
It's a sex tape, okay?
A sex tape?
I thought I could convince Nancy and Rachel
to participate in the elusive ménage.
So I set out the stuffed animal camera to capture the moment.
Ironic, since you have a bit of an unwanted
ménage of your own with Leslie and her husband.
Stop saying the word ménage.
You were gonna tape these girls without them knowing about it?
No, of course not. I wouldn't do that.
It would only be with their consent.
I used the nanny cam so it wouldn't take anyone
out of the moment.
But I can't remember if we did anything or not.
Why didn't you tell me that you had a camera?
You could have taped everything
that happened here last night, you idiot.
What is this?
The dust jacket layout for the new book.
The briefcase.
Isn't it beautiful?
Corinthian leather, given to me by Freddy Mercury.
The bellhop.
No. You moron.
The lead singer from Queen.
God. This Leslie thing is really messing with your brain.
Stop talking.
Let's go.
It's a nice picture of me.
Mr. Steele, can you sign some autographs?
Hello. Well, how nice of you. Don't be shy.
You.
I wanna talk to you.
Come here.
Let go.
Gather 'round. Don't be shy. I'm just like you.
Let me sign that for you.
Steele.
What the hell are you doing?
Are you trying to get caught?
Jake. These are my fans.
Garrison Steele.
Where is my manuscript?
Isn't that your ex-wife?
Well, that answers that.
Rose. If you know the whereabouts of Garrison Steele,
you have got to tell me.
I can tell you that he's not here.
That is not what I asked.
And to say that this is all a bit much right now,
is probably the understatement of the century.
Listen, you know what?
I know you're going through a tough time right now.
And if anyone can empathize about the return of an ex-husband, it's me.
At least there was a definite ending between you and yours.
Well, if you ever need to talk, I'm here.
Bennett.
Okay. I'm on my way.
Looks like I got a lead.
Oh great.
Would you please tell Jake to call me?
Okay.
We can work this out.
The case, I mean.
I knew what you meant. Okay. Will do.
Oh. Holy--
Jeez. I'm okay, I'm okay.
I don't know what you're implying,
but Garrison would never hurt anyone.
Especially his own assistant Nancy.
She was guarding the new manuscript.
He's writing a new book?
It's another one of that terrible Special Detective Series.
Terrible? I've read the series three times.
Maybe that manuscript is what this is all about.
Maybe someone tried to hurt Nancy for it.
Look, I got this, Tinny.
Please. Don't jump to conclusions, alright?
We don't know if Nancy or anyone else was actually hurt.
But, that's logical and well thought out.
Where's the manuscript now?
We don't know.
And we've been more than cooperative, so, if you'll excuse us...?
Yeah, well... Don't leave the country.
Don't leave the country?
Look. How about you not make this about us? Okay?
Us?
Grayson. I broke up with you.
And if you ever bring up that personal crap again,
I'll get creative when people ask why it ended.
Don't kid yourself. It ended because of Des.
Just so you know.
You risked getting caught by the cops over a sex tape.
If you knew how much time and effort I put into that ménage à trois plan, you'd understand.
Yeah, well, you'd better be careful or your little ménage
will end up all over the internet.
Well, I hope you find it educational.
Des.
Okay, I think I might know where Nancy is.
So I scanned through all of Garrison's books.
And there are three where there's a writer and missing assistants.
- Three... - There are only so many devices.
And in all three books, they end up dead.
Stashing a body's a hard thing to do.
So it has to be close to the scene of the crime.
Are there any assistants who were killed
and stashed somewhere in any of Steele's crappy books?
Yeah, well if it's Herd of Murderers, she could be found on a farm.
Half Past Dead has her at a recycling depot.
While in Innocent Until Proven Dead,
the victim falls from dory after being stabbed.
Very impressive.
A dory?
Hang on for a sec.
There's a monument right behind the hotel that has a boat in it.
I'm gonna go check it out.
I don't see her.
Wait a second.
Oh my God. Nancy.
I can't believe this.
It's not good.
We find you literally standing over the body.
You're looking at some serious charges here.
From aiding and abetting to accessory to murder.
And you lied to a police officer.
I did not lie.
I simply withheld some important information,
which you, of all people, should appreciate.
Leslie and Jake. I understand you're tormented
by the return of a former lover.
I wrote the book on that.
Read Murder Over Martinis. It will--
Shut up Steele.
And you're looking at Murder One.
I didn't kill Nancy.
Whoa, whoa. Wait a minute.
How did the cops know where to find us, exactly?
An anonymous tip.
Leslie, think about it.
Whoever killed Nancy probably called in your little tip.
Okay? They're trying to frame us.
We can't hold Jake.
See. What?
We're in the middle of a murder investigation.
Garrison's lawyer called.
And according to Mr. Steele here, the entire thing was against Doyle's will.
I will sign an affidavit, that I took the Doyles hostage at gun point.
I was more animal than man.
Steele is clearly lying.
What?
Don't shoot the messenger.
I'm gonna get to the bottom of this.
I promise you two that.
Jake. Please. You're my only hope.
I'll try and figure out who killed Nancy.
And who's trying to frame you.
But you have to promise-- to stop lying to me.
- What? I-I'm not-- - You know what?
You can start by not talking at all.
Callum.
What are you doing here?
I was just finishing up some paper work.
It's official. I'm alive again.
So, look. I'm really sorry about this morning.
The last thing in the world I wanna do is upset you.
I've done enough of that already.
Thanks for that.
I just need a bit more time.
So, for now--
Congratulations on your return to the land of the living.
So what are we celebrating?
Just getting my life back in order.
I'm so happy for you.
I'll talk to you later.
Absolutely.
Jake. I don't know where to start. This is a mess.
I'm sure it will all work itself out.
And, just so we're clear-- I'm gonna find out the truth about Steele.
Okay.
Des.
I need you to look into this.
Over there, please.
Why? What's on it?
It's either evidence.
Or something that's gonna scar you for the rest of your life.
So what have we got?
We know that someone has framed Garrison
for the murder of his assistant, Nancy.
Right. And they're doing it in a style mimicking Steele's novels.
Well, for the only copy of Garrison Steele's next Special Detective novel,
Clueless in St. Johns.
Great title.
I agree.
Yeah, me too.
Just shut up, all ye.
This manuscript is worth a fortune.
Steele's ex-wife and publisher
has been after Steele for a book he owes her.
Maybe she killed Nancy to get her hands on the manuscript.
And Rachel Molloy, Steele's girlfriend,
was found with him at the scene.
Well, you know, either Rachel, or Danielle could have wanted Nancy out of the way.
It's a motive.
Okay. Well, also there's Zach Fleming, the bellhop,
who stole Steele's briefcase, presumably for the manuscript.
Okay. That's odd. Like really odd.
Really odd, like, we've gotta
stare at Garrison Steele naked odd?
Or something else?
Just rewind that.
Look. She put something in Steele's briefcase.
You thinking what I'm thinking?
That's real Corinthian leather.
It's the manuscript.
That too.
Nancy must have put it in there without telling Steele.
So the bellhop-- Zach. He's got it.
You got an address?
I can text you one right now.
Come on.
This is weird.
The evidence is really piling up.
In addition to the obvious-- the murder being in your suite.
And your prints being on the murder weapon.
An oversight on my part.
The victim's body was staged to look like a scene from one your books.
That means it was premeditated.
Leslie-- I'm not a killer.
I have no motive. I have everything to lose.
And nothing to gain.
Say I believe you.
Do you have any idea who'd wanna frame you?
No. People love me.
Don't they?
I really need to see him.
You can't go in there.
I really need to speak to Garrison.
I told you. You can't go in there.
If you keep this up, I'm gonna have to place you under arrest.
What's going on?
I'm Danielle Roberts. Garrison's ex-wife and publisher.
I'd like to see him.
I told her she couldn't go in there.
You can see him in a few minutes.
Thank you.
So we're allowing visitors in the interrogation room now?
I don't think Steele's a murderer.
And she's gonna help me find out who is.
I will get you your manuscript.
The manuscript is half of what I want.
You stole from me.
Oh that.
Yes that.
You drained my accounts. Eighty thousand dollars.
I needed the cash to maintain the lifestyle in which I have become accustomed.
But I've changed.
I have a plan for you
to get back the money you owe me. And more.
Have you checked the internet?
I don't do that stuff. The twitting or the facing.
Why?
News of your arrest has leaked.
Your novels are flying off the shelves.
Pre-sales for your new book are also going through the roof.
I don't care about such shallow pursuits of happiness.
That's all you care about. We were married, remember?
Good point.
There are millions of dollars on the line.
I could do a lot of good with that kind of money.
But the manuscript is gone.
Not quite.
It's for sale on an online auction.
And I've already contacted the supplier.
We're meeting on the rooftop of your hotel.
But you could be talking to the killer.
I'll take care of it, like I always do.
How did you know that would work?
Volatile relationship combined with close space--
Always gets information flowing.
Tell Grayson to move Steele to prison holding to avoid the press.
Gladly.
Tinny-- Do I need to think about keeping you guys apart?
What?
You and Grayson. You were dating.
No. We're just colleagues now. We're keeping it totally professional.
Okay. Great.
Then look into this auction and keep me posted.
Yes sergeant.
Your chariot, sir.
I-- I never thought that I would be transporting one of my idols.
Oh you're so kind. Tell me your name.
Grayson.
Grayson, Grayson.
It is always such a pleasure to meet a fan.
In fact, I'd love to give you an autograph. But alas--
Oh, sorry. I can't. I wish. But rules are rules.
I understand.
That is what is wrong with society.
Best not do that.
You're right. I shouldn't waste my breath on such reprobates.
But tell me something--
How do you sleep at night? I assume it's in caves.
You-- troglodytes.
Hey. I'm warning you. Go back inside.
Guys! I am warning you.
Yeah. Keep moving.
I'm sorry about that Mr.--
Steele.
Mr. Steele?
B'y, think for a fella working in the hospitality industry,
this guy would be a little bit neater.
So how are you holding up?
I'm fine. Okay? I'm fine.
So, whatever you're thinking, just drop it.
Likely not easy seeing Leslie and Callum together like that.
No. It wasn't easy. In In fact-- If you really wanna know the truth,
it kinda took the wind outta me.
I can imagine.
But you're gonna be okay.
I know it.
Look at this.
GHB.
Zach must have used this
to drug Garrison and Rachel.
Obviously he's a Garrison Steele fan.
Maybe he couldn't wait to get his hands on Steele's latest novel.
Huh.
Hear that?
Rachel.
What's with the hammer? You planning on doing some renos?
I just thought that if I could find Garrison's manuscript,
I could help prove his innocence.
How'd you know Zach had the manuscript?
Given the murderer's M.O. I thought...
What was another Garrison Steele book involving writers and missing items?
Dead Sexy.
Is there a bell hop in that one?
A maid, but-- I remember Zach from last night.
What do you want?
I found the manuscript.
Zach seems to be selling it on an on-line auction.
Now I tracked the meta data from the photo attached to the auction to find a
time, date and location of when the image was taken.
I have no idea what any of that means.
Where is he?
The picture was taken at the hotel that Garrison is staying at.
Do you wanna know what I did then? Do ya, do ya?
Des. Shut up and tell me.
I mean, don't shut up, but tell me. Just tell me.
Okay, well Zach is an employee. So he has a swipe card.
So I accessed the hotel's key pass system to find out exactly where he last used it.
And it was the roof. And he hasn't used it since.
He should still be there.
Great work.
Yeah. Good work.
I'm coming with you.
We should drop you off home first. Just to be safe.
Steele?
It happened again.
Is that---?
Zach.
This is right out of your book.
Tic Tack Dead.
You escaped custody?
I was desperate.
To what? Kill this guy?
He was dead when I arrived.
That seems to be a common theme with you.
Why did you come back to the hotel?
Danielle told me she was meeting the seller on the rooftop.
You don't think she's responsible, do you?
It's possible.
Jake. What have we got?
Obviously, he was in some kind of scrap.
He was bashed in the back of the head
and apparently choked at the same time afterwards.
There was a serious scuffle here.
Zach's clothes are ripped.
Unfortunately-- Steele looks like a stick of gum.
He obviously wasn't in any kind of fight.
See, I told you. And by the way-- Thank you. I do my best.
It's a woman's earring. Let me guess.
Is this a clue from one of your brilliant books.
No.
Dad, I got a feeling our killer might be a woman.
What do you got?
It's a page from my manuscript.
A photocopy. So he was selling
a photocopy of the book. Not the original.
So where's the original manuscript?
Cops.
They probably figured it out, about the on-line auction.
Okay. We gotta get out of here.
We're stuck.
Zach's got a pass key in his pocket here.
Jake. Hurry up!
Who in God's name are you calling now?
Son, come on.
Yeah, Des.
What rooms did Zach access with his pass key at the hotel?
It doesn't look like this room's been used for a while.
A great place to lay low.
Des said that Zach accessed this room a bunch of times.
I don't see the manuscript.
Nineteen forty nine.
My opus.
Okay, so.
Our killer is female.
And has already referenced Innocent Until Proven Dead,
To Kill a Mocking Man.
and Tic Tack Dead.
Basically, the classics.
All of those books, by the way, are selling like hotcakes ever since word got out about Steele.
Which might be the reason Danielle committed these crimes.
She did tell me she was going to parlay the arrest
into making my new Special Detective novel a massive seller.
And Danielle did claim to be meeting Zach on the rooftop to buy the manuscript.
You know, maybe, just maybe, she wanted it,
but she wasn't willing to pay for it.
It happened to me once-- with a bunch of Atari Twenty Six Hundred tapes.
- Uh... Just... - What?
Any luck with Zach? That website he was using to sell this--
masterpiece?
Yeah.
Turns out that the auction winner is someone named CFA.
So I did a little digging.
And it turns out that CFA is associated with
an email address for one Danielle Roberts.
But none of Garrison's books had the publisher do it.
B'ys. Do we really think that Danielle
would frame Steele for murder?
I mean, she'd be putting her golden goose in jeopardy.
_
Everything okay?
I'll be back.
So, if Danielle took the manuscript from Zach,
only to find out it was a photocopy, where would she go next?
Good question.
Zach's house.
We almost said it the exact same time.
- Okay, come on Garrison-- - He's gone.
And so is the manuscript.
I thought it was about time you and I had a little talk.
You are literally the last person that I need to be dealing with right now.
So-- Go away.
Look. I know you and Leslie had a relationship.
But I'm here now. And I want my life back.
And that includes my wife.
I don't know what it is about you, Callum.
But I don't trust you.
And I know what you're thinking. Maybe it's jealousy.
Maybe I want Leslie so bad that I'm willing to look at you
and see whatever I need to, to make you the bad guy.
The thought had crossed my mind, yeah.
I know you're up to something.
And whatever it is, if it involves hurting Leslie--
You'll wish you'd never laid eyes on me.
Why don't we let Leslie decide what's right for Leslie?
I think I've made myself clear.
Steele.
Ooh. Gentlemen.
I have to apologise for my behaviour earlier today.
But you see, I needed a little distraction to make my getaway,
which, I'm sure you of all people can understand.
So, let me squeeze by, guys.
Okay. Look, I don't know what Steele did to you.
I'm sure it was really annoying.
But I kinda need him in one piece. Alright?
Now, now, that wasn't very--
Instigator rule. Can't have a third man in.
So what are we? Like, the Duke boys or something now?
What's going on?
Leslie.
Where's Steele?
He's--
Unbelievable.
So you don't know Steele's whereabouts.
Honestly, Leslie, this time. I don't have a clue.
Well that's appropriate.
Seeing as it's the title of his new book for you.
And you two hang out now?
Well, they were causing a disturbance--
So I was just giving Jake here a little help.
I did not need his help.
Yes he did.
Don't kid yourself.
Great. Well, I need to take these two guys in.
And you and me. Jake. We need to talk. Tonight.
Back here.
I'd love that.
I would love that.
It's looking like Danielle Roberts, Garrison's publisher, is behind this.
There's something else going on here.
We gotta find out.
She's probably at Zach's place right now,
looking for the manuscript.
Des, you go upstairs and go through all Garrison Steele's books
and see if you can find anything else.
Can you believe that Leslie was married--
And she didn't even tell Jake.
Oh right...
I should probably go.
If you're looking for the manuscript, it's not here.
What?
Where is it? I deserve it.
Steele owes me thousands.
Wait a minute.
Is this earring a clip on?
So I don't have pierced ears. Is that okay with you?
Whoever murdered Zach left a real earring at the scene.
It must have been from a struggle.
We've got the wrong person.
Yeah, Des. Turns out Danielle might not be the murderer.
What? No. All the books point to the ex-wife being responsible.
The signs are overwhelming, Jake. They're overwhelming.
Maybe it's a frame job.
Dead Sexy.
You think I'm dead sexy?
Wow. Thank you.
Steele's book.
Dead Sexy.
That's how Rachel knew about Zach-- Because of the maid in the book.
Oh right, right right. No. No! There's no maid in Dead Sexy.
Are you sure?
Do you really need me to answer that question?
That means-- It has to be Rachel.
Her proximity to Steele, to Nancy... Plus the whole earring thing.
She looked pretty comfortable with that hammer.
Des. We think it's Rachel.
Do you have any idea where we could find her?
According to Tinker, Taylor, Soldier, Dead,
the only other book in Steele's collection that fits the pattern,
Garrison should be at a hotel.
Jake, that's where the writer in the book gets killed.
I gotta go.
_
I got a text from Steele. He's at the hotel.
Steele!
Steele moans.
Steele.
Um, Dad.
I got a really bad feeling about this.
This isn't from that book-- What's it called?
Tinker, Taylor, Soldier Dead?
This is from The Special Detective.
You read it? I knew you were a fan.
I mean, she's not after Steele. She's after me.
- This whole thing is a-- - Set up?
Not bad.
Maybe you're not as dumb as the character in the book.
My love.
What are you doing?
Protecting you.
And your reputation.
Protecting me from what?
From me.
That's right.
You know what he's done to you?
Jake hasn't done anything to him.
Oh shut up. He has.
Have you read Steele's earlier books?
They were brilliant.
To Kill a Murderer.
Six Six Six O'clock, Death by Innocence.
And then you came along.
And ruined everything.
The Special Detective?
It's terrible. It's awful.
And people buy it.
So Steele has to write that crap to make a living.
You made him a clown.
In all fairness, Steele was a clown long before he met me.
And actually, I hate those books too.
Jake.
Jake Doyle might be crap.
But my books certainly are not.
Oh they are. And I tried to dissuade you.
I tried to make your old books valuable again. And I did.
But then you-- still tried to sell this.
That's the only copy in existence.
The Special Detective manuscript.
Now I know what I have to do.
What we have to do.
Destroy it.
And then we kill him.
Do it.
Can I make a suggestion?
Garrison's toy gun.
Exactly.
I mean, if you're going to kill me,
I'd love to die knowing that I
burnt that terrible piece of garbage.
Jake, no.
May I?
Nice work son.
Actually, I was aiming for the book.
Oh hey.
I'm gut founded. So I'm just going to get a quick bite to eat,
and then off to see Garrison.
Are you okay?
Where are my manners? Do you want something?
What's going on?
- Tinny. I-- - Shut up.
I owe you Doyles a lot.
No worries, Steele.
Payment will be payment enough.
I can hardly wait to read the new book.
Wonderful segue.
I was hoping that a certain someone,
crucial to breaking this case wide open,
would write the foreword. Someone--
who actually helped spawn the entire Special Detective Series.
Malachy, would you considered it?
Garrison-- Let me think about it.
He'll do it.
We should go downstairs and celebrate. Garrison?
I'd love to, but I have a dinner engagement with Danielle.
A flame has been rekindled.
Good for you.
Let's hope.
Always a pleasure.
Wonderful to see you Rose. Malachy.
Garrison.
So, Steele. Another adventure comes to an end.
Hmmm.
Jake. Let me offer you one last piece of advice.
Oh great. This'll be good.
I know love when I see it.
Unfortunately, for me, it's always been the fleeting kind.
But I see something more when you and Leslie are together.
Something... that has eluded me my entire life.
What's that?
The perfect ending.
'Til next time.
_
Yes, I will.
Sloan? You okay?
Jake. I need your help. I did something terrible.
I'm so sorry.
Okay. Where are you?
Your house.
Alright. I'm on my way.
_
Is that seat taken?
No.
I guess not.
So, maybe we could start at the beginning.
I'm Callum. And you are beautiful.
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