"[Roar of traffic]" "Excuse me?" "D-do you know where the Huxley hotel is?" "Excuse me, do you..." "Do you know where the..." "Do you know where..." "Does anybody know where the Huxley is?" "Hey, Mr. Balagan." "It's me, Sam." "Sam Besht." "I'm, uh, on my way up." "It's not going to happen." "Could you just please meet with this cop?" "[Firmly] No." "Mr. Balagan!" "Hello, Sam." "Hi!" "Not you..." "He can hardly..." "He can help us." "The police only help themselves and their masters..." "Excuse me." "This one's different, all right?" "He's young, eager." "He's trying to prove himself..." "The worst." "So, there's no word on my thesis proposal." "I'm kind of freaking out." "Arkady, we have to share what we know with the cops." "It'll jump-start their investigation..." "I've been standing here for 15 minutes being patient." "Please, I-I had drinks at your bar." "Would you just- just look at it." "Sir, please, just calm down." "It's a piece of paper." "You could have picked it up anywhere." "Yeah, I'm waiting on the dates for the archbishop..." "[Bottles clattering]" "We changed suppliers." "I smell like a dessert buffet..." "Listen, does anyone care that I-I can't find my wife?" "Just tell me please if I was staying here with her, that's all!" "Has the hotel misplaced your wife?" "That's no surprise." "I don't know where your wife is, but our hotel concierge would be more than happy to call social services..." "And nothing is stopping you from purchasing the products that suit your needs." "Just-just help me." "Help me?" "Help me find my wife." "Excuse me, sir, I'm going to have to ask you to leave." "This hotel is for paying guests only." "What makes you think he's not a guest?" "Come on, he's not wearing any shoes." "So?" "He has no key card." "I told you," "I lost it, okay?" "Along with everything else." "I have nothing!" "So, look him up in your computer." "He doesn't know his name." "Nice suit." "Super 100s..." "Merino." ""Fancy schmancy."" "He stole it, obviously." "Mm-mm." "It was single-tailor bespoke." "It was made for him." "You have money, my friend." "Really?" "I..." "I don't remember anything." "I bet $5,000 I can find out who you are, and that you'll be able to afford it once I do." "Make it 10 if you can find my wife." "What makes you so certain you have a wife?" "Because I miss her." "Because he misses her." "Come." "[♪]" "[Crowd cheering]" "[♪]" "So, was my shoe-borrowing friend here?" "Yeah, he was having drinks at that table last night." "With?" "Uh... big eyes, long hair, pretty." "Designer labels tits to toes." "Tasteful, though." "My wife?" "You were screaming at each other." "His wife." "What were we yelling about?" "Well, it was nothing coherent, but I guess you were upset enough to smash a glass, thanks for that." "I'm sorry, I don't remember." "Well, she ran out, and you paid the bill, but you didn't hold back on the tip." "Can you look this up on your computer?" "I need to find the name on the credit card." "I could, but I don't need to." "You're Casey Roman, the coffee guy." "You supply great beans to hip cafes." "Surfing..." "Yeah, I think that's how you got started." "You and a surfing buddy were bringing beans back from South America." "Colombia?" "No, Brazil." "Organic, fair trade." "It's good stuff." "The pricey stuff." "Hmm." "You've done well for yourself." "See?" "I win my bet." "Yeah, part one." "Now, what about part two, my wife?" "Well, first we get you checked out with a doctor." "No, first we find my wife." "If you're looking for your wife..." "Start at home." "My associate, Sam, will find your contact information." "Yeah, this is it." "So, what  do you remember?" "Waking up and going to the hotel." "Everything before that is fuzzy." "Childhood, surfing, feelings." "You don't remember what your wife looks like?" "No, all the faces in my head are blobs." "Names?" "No." "Well, if you were mugged, it could be brain trauma." "[Knocking]" "Well, no, there's no blood, there's no bruising, just a dull throbbing." "Well, still, it could be a haematoma, or brain cancer, maybe poison, or..." "You're faking." "Why would I be faking this?" "I don't know." "It's something Mr. Balagan would say." "So, what's the deal with this Balagan guy anyway?" "He's the world chess champion." "I mean, he was." "He's famous, and he really likes puzzles." "So, he can't leave the hotel?" "Well, he... doesn't." "Uh-oh." "[Glass crackling underfoot]" "Hello!" "This police Detective..." "He doesn't expect me to come to the station?" "He'll meet us here." "Whatever makes you happy." "Oh, sure." "He doesn't want me to badmouth the cops, and what do we get out of it?" "Answers to my sister's murder." "The witness who sits in front of the hotel for 97 minutes, later dies in a fire." "The call-girl who said that that guy  was her driver, she disappears." "The police can dig in ways we can't." "We know where it all leads, Pippa..." "Don't..." "Say KGB, okay?" "Just... just not in public." "It sounds crazy." "What's not crazy about two innocent people being gunned down in front of a hotel?" "I will meet with inspector Clouseau if it will make you happy." "It will." "Thank you." "[Cell phone rings]" "Sa l let's see if you've earned any games." "The wife, you found her?" "Beatrice." "The mail says her name's Beatrice Wychwood, and no, she's not around." "But, kind of creepy, the house was broken into." "Hmm, burglary." "[Clicks both game clocks]" "Doesn't look like it." "Nothing obvious is missing." "There's even a laptop and half a bottle of gin still sitting here." "Maybe something not obvious was taken." "What, like the... cat?" "Like a faberge egg collection, Sam." "Yeah, they don't really seem like egg people." "Any signs of foul play?" "Uh, her car's still out front, there's no body, no blood." "Ah, kidnapping." "Maybe." "The cops are writing it up." "And what do the fascists make of it?" "Well, Casey's wife hasn't been gone long enough to be considered a missing person and the whole amnesia thing isn't exactly helping." "What do you think's going on?" "How should I know?" "Get me more information, and take him to the hospital." "I want to know if he's faking it." "I'm trying." "He's stubborn." "[Beeps cell phone off]" "Casey?" "Maybe next week." "[Equipment humming]" "Hey, Casey, dude!" "I've been calling and calling." "Um..." "Sorry, I lost my phone." "Are you my business partner?" "[Scoffs] Uh, yeah." "I-I also lost my memory." "Well..." "What, for serious?" "Well, what did the docs say?" "Uh, next stop, hospital." "Sam Besht." "I, uh, work with the chess master," "Arkady Balagan." "We're trying to help Casey find his wife." "Karsh Vandermeer." "Wait, why are you looking for Bea?" "Well, I-I think we had a fight last night, and, um, now I can't find her." "Oh, damn." "Oh, I guess that didn't go well." "Wait, you know about last night?" "Yeah, you two were going for drinks." "You know, to trying to work things out without the lawyers." "What lawyers?" "You and Beatrice are in the middle of a wicked divorce." "She threw you out, changed the locks." "You've both been totally crazy." "No, no." "No..." "I love her." "You used to." "What happened?" "Life?" "All right, you know, come on," "I'm taking you to the hospital, like, now." "We've got to figure out what's wrong with you." "Come on." "Hey, hey, so, uh, it was a stroke." "Ah..." "A little ischaemic stroke." "They put him on dipyridamole." "And told him to come back in a week." "No obvious physical symptoms, but the mri shows a cortical infarct, which may or may not be the cause of his amnesia." "Meaning Casey may or may not be faking his memory loss." "What would he gain with a move like that?" "I don't know what the game is, Sam, and where's his wife?" "Uh, we went to the bank." "There was no activity on the joint account or credit card." "Same with the cell phone plan, total silence." "But..." "Here's the 5,000 you earned so far." "[Chuckles in satisfaction]" "Where is he now?" "I left him with his business partner." "Casey's really upset." "Or pretending to be." "You get rid of that homeless guy yet?" "He's a rich coffee importer." "Yeah, and I'm the king of Sweden." "No... my footnotes!" "I forgot to renumber them." "That's why they're ignoring my thesis proposal." "Sam, concentrate on the move at hand." "We're meeting with someone." "Who?" "Her." "[Quietly]:" "Hot." "We'll talk about your thesis later." "And you must be Anya..." "Um, so how long have I been crashing here?" "A couple months." "You've slept in worse places, though." "[They chuckle]" "I guess." "So, which one of these is mine?" "Dude, this one." "Oh, okay." "Okay, so I'll check in on you manana." "Hey, thank you." "Yeah." "Baby..." "Sweetheart." "It's you." "I-I've been looking for you." "And I've been waiting for you." "Charlie's back tonight." "I've only got an hour." "Who's Charlie?" "[Laughs] My husband?" "You're not Beatrice?" "[Ganans in pain]" "That's Beatrice." "I didn't know if you had a photograph of her." "It was taken last year on the way to the cabin." "Yes, that's very helpful." "I don't mean to be rude, but how exactly is a chess player going to find a missing woman?" "What makes you think she's missing?" "We were supposed to do a spin class this afternoon." "She didn't show didn't call." "I tried e-mailing and phoning." "Well, and then Karsh told me about Casey, and I don't know, I-I got worried." "Can you find her?" "Oh... you look sadder than before." "You must have Russian blood." "I just found out I'm cheating on my wife." "This is Anya." "It's your business partner's wife." "She works part-time at the company." "I do the books for you guys." "Anya..." "You and my wife are friends?" "That's right." "This is Beatrice." "I remember getting married." "You were maid of honor." "Karsh was best man." "Oceanside wedding." "It's awkward being caught in the middle of a divorce." "It sure is." "Especially when you're sleeping with him." "What?" "Uh... no." "Your body language says otherwise." "You guys have totally done it." "I'm sleeping with my best man's wife, too?" "Please, you can't tell anyone." "Karsh and Beatrice don't know." "I know you're sleeping with Anya!" "I'm telling Karsh!" "Oh, please, he'll never believe you." "Oh, yeah?" "I have photos!" "I'm going to castrate you." "The house, the car, the businesses?" "Mine." "[Smashes glass]" "What is it?" "What's wrong?" "Selfish, sex-crazed bastard..." "Mom was right." "Don't marry a surfer." "[Cat meows]" "Aw..." "Sweetie..." "He never feeds you, does he?" "Perhaps your wife is missing because you killed her." "Mr. Balagan..." "Sam..." "All of this needs to be wiped down and returned to storage." "[Breathing hard]" "If you killed your wife, I'm gog g to prove it." "You do, and I'll gladly turn myself in." "And you'll still owe me $5,000." "So..." "Let's be diligent and retrace your steps." "I ride." "Oh, you like horses?" "Well, I know a guy who's got a beauty of an Appaloosa over in Abbotsford..." "Excuse me." "How are you?" "Good." "My apologies, but sexual relations between staff and guests are strictly prohibited." "[Quietly]:" "It's not recommended either, so..." "So, Mr. Doorman..." "[Snaps fingers] Hello." "You were on duty two nights ago, right?" "[Awkwardly] Yes, sir, Mr.Balagan." "I was." "Mm-Hmm." "Do you remember this man?" "Uh, the gentleman was having words with a lady the whole time they were getting in their cabs." "You got two taxis for them?" "And what was the lady's destination?" "An address on Point Grey road." "That's our house." "So Beatrice went right home after drinks." "And did the gentleman by any chance follow?" "Uh, definitely not, no." "So where did I go?" "[Cutlery clattering]" "Success!" "You pieced together your movements?" "All that and a bag of coffee." "According to the doorman," "Casey took a taxi from the hotel to the false creek marina, right?" "Well, when we got there, we found someone he knows." "Hmm, this is what he was up to." "Yup." "[Shutter clicks]" "Oh, my God, if I'd known that you'd had a stroke, i would never have kneed you in the balls." "[Balagan]:" "And did she say anything helpful?" "[Shutter clicks]" "[Sam]:" "Mm-Hmm." "So that was last night." "What about two nights ago?" "Casey came by just as I was closing up, and he was super pissed about the fight that he'd just had with his wife at the hux, needed to blow off some steam, so we went back to the boat" "and spent the rest of the night putting' some motion in the pacific ocean." "And in the morning?" "Shared a taxi." "I got out at my condo in Yaletown, and you rushed off to a meeting t the warehouse." "So on your way to the warehouse then, you stopped at your house for a shower and a touch of murder." "My place isn't en route." "He's right, there was no time." "Casey was last seen by his lover at 9:45, the meeting was scheduled for 10:00." "You were right on time, too." "Here, that's the same number you had before." "Don't lose this one." "So, what was the meeting about?" "Oh, we're in talks with Wynn's steakhouse." "To supply beans." "Hey, that chain's nation-wide." "Here." "A tribute for that brilliant chess guy..." "After the meeting, that's when you killed your wife." "Nope, no dice." "I had another appointment, and Karsh said he dropped me off right at my lawyer's office." "And you confirmed you went inside?" "Definitely." "According to my lawyer, I was all..." "[Casey screams]  God damn it!" "I don't care how you do it!" "I want the non-disclosure on that bitch, and I want it now!" "Oh..." "Looks like someone is about to have a stroke." "[Groans]" "An order of non-disclosure, why?" "To keep Beatrice from shooting her mouth off about the business." "The divorce was total war." "So, according to the time-line, then, you had the argument at the hotel with your wife..." "Excuse me." "You spend all night with another woman, you attended a business meeting in the morning, went to your lawyer's office, and then y h had a stroke." "Yeah." "Oh, come on..." "[Laughs]" "Those are Casey's movements, totally accounted for." "So we know you did not have time to kill your wife." "Thank God." "But that's all we know." "Hey, I'll take it." "Mm!" "Distinguished yet complex." "It starts with apricot and finishes with leather." "A hint of, um, gooseberries." "This is the kind of coffee that will power me through a Ph.D. Thesis, or would have, if I hadn't screwed up my proposal." "[Clears throat]" "Oh, it's not to the Mayan princess's liking?" "It may be a poor bat of beans." "Your palate has been ruined by years of overpriced franchise coffee." "Never in my life." "She's right, it's crap." "Pfft!" "Says the man with amnesia." "No, I just know." "It's, uh, the beans." "They've got no snap, no body." "The only flavour seems to come from over-roasting." "And yet you sell this as premium coffee." "[♪]" "See the colour?" "They've been grown in anemic soil." "Oh, and look how mottled." "They've been dried too fast, in an oven." "My cousin is coffee farmer." "He would be ashamed to sell beans like this." "These aren't even Brazilian bourbon Santos." "These were shipped from Colombia." "Colombia." "Home of the best coffee, and the worst." "Hey, back again, bud?" "The doctor told you to rest up." "Hey, come here." "We say we're selling high-grade beans, but look at this, look at this." "Industrial crap." "So, what, we're con men?" "[Quietly] About five years ago." "We were struggling." "It was your idea." "Oh, it was my idea, huh?" "You found this supplier of dirt-cheap beans in Colombia, totally willing to fake the packaging for us." "You set the whole thing up before you even pitched it to me..." "I just went along for the ride..." "You just went along for the ride." "Hey, shh!" "You said it was only until we weathered the storm." "But we never went back to selling the premium beans." "The profits, dude, you loved the profits." "Wow..." "I'm a dick." "Come on, it's not like anybody's been complaining." "All people taste are the label." "So, what, we thought we could keep a fraud like this going forever?" "Yeah, you were definitely going to try." "[Sam]:" "Yup, it's coffee fraud." "Probably Beatrice was threatening to tell the world unless Casey gave her what she wanted in the divorce." "According to Karsh, yeah." "That's why Casey wanted that non-disclosure thing." "Casey!" "Man, you've gotta give Beatrice what she wants!" "No, no!" "The harpy gets nothing!" "I'm gonna hit her with a non-disclosure order!" "That'll shut her up." "Yeah, and if it doesn't?" "Then the business is pooched, dude!" "We're gonna go to jail..." "No, never!" "I promise!" "Yeah, yeah, it's me." "So how much would it cost me to have someone silenced... permanently?" "Gather all of Casey's financials, personal and business, and bring Karsh's lovely wife, Anya." "She's a bookkeeper." "She'll help make sense of it all." "Um, okay, why?" "We need to look for a large transfer of funds." "Casey did not kill his wife, but maybe he paid someone to do it for him." "Um, Arkady, this is Detective Jason Evans." "My condolences." "Renata, Everett." "I didn't know you were coming." "My suggestion." "I thought everyone should hear the new information together." "Of course." "Pippa and I have made some troubling discoveries..." "Well, maybe I could start." "As you know, I'm new to Rosemary's file." "Now, I've looked at your daughter's case with a fresh eye." "Now, what we know..." "Rosemary Venturi was in Vancouver visiting family while her fiance, Arkady Balagan, participated in a chess tournament." "Now, she was getting into the car of a friend," "Gregory Lamont... [♪]" "[Gunfire echoes]" "[♪]" "The murders were a case of mistaken identity." "Exactly." "Greg was mistaken for me." "I was the Mark." "Greg  and Rosemary were wrongly targeted in a gang hit." "It was a Russian operation." "We'd like to hear the Detective finish." "I'm working with the federal major crime task force." "Now, the M.O. of the shootings..." "The man in the other car sat there for an hour Ana a half." "He was the spotter for the assassin." "It's classic KGB." "KGB, of course." "This is a..." "this is dashboard video that was obtained from a taxi in front of the hotel." "We're not saying that necessarily 's Russian..." "We a.." "Pippa..." "I .." "Putin was trying to stop me from donating money to the pro-democracy movement." "Putin?" "Arkady, this is not about you." "These are professionals." "The police's investigation is chush' sobach'ya." "They don't give a damn about Rosemary." "The police were at Rosemary's funeral." "Where were you?" "Nice, mom." "Ark!" "Ark, I was blind-sided the same as you." "Evans said nothing to me about my parents coming." "You should have called up to my room." "You would have bailed!" "We have to play nice with Evans." "It's him or nothing!" "Samuel!" "Haven't you moved yet?" "F5." "Anya found something." "Why are you protecting that pawn when I'm about to fork your king and rook?" "[Sighs]" "What did Anya find?" "Last month, we paid for five shipments of beans, but we only received four." "There's a missing shipment?" "No, you only ordered four, but you paid for five." "You overpaid by?" "50,000." "Mm." "Who authorized it?" "It's my code." "You overpaid the Colombians by $50,000." "There you go." "Enough to have someone murdered." "I took out a hit on my wife." "And you were claiming it as a company expense." "I love businessmen." "What about Beatrice?" "She is in danger." "We need to do something." "Shh..." "Panic is the great forfeiter." "[Shutter click echoes]" "So?" "Does the great Balagan have my death weighing on his mind as well?" "We don't know you're dead." "Sure I am." "After I left Casey at the hotel," "I went home." "Then the hit man broke in and killed me." "So where's your body?" "Hit man got rid of it." "What for?" "The job was done." "Fine, I didn't go home." "Wherever I went, that's where I was killed." "We know the taxi took you home." "Okay, smarty pants." "I went home." "I heard someone trying to break in, and I ran." "He caught up with me in the woods and slit my throat." "[Chuckles]" "So you were scared, but you didn't call the police?" "You didn't go to your neighbor's and pound on the door?" "Oh, you're right." "I was upset." "I went home, packed a bag, and got the hell out of town..." "[Cat meows]" "With my lover." "[Cat yowling]" "You shut up." "Did you take your cat with you?" "Was there a cat what-do-you-call-it in the house?" "A what?" "The thing, for cats." "I don't know what you call it in English." "The..." "Carrier?" "A carrier, yes!" "Was there one of those in the house?" "No idea." "Your cat is annoying me." "When a piece is bothering me, it's for a reason." "Like this pawn you're counting on turning into a queen in the endgame." "[♪]" "No cat carrier upstairs." "Nothing downstairs except kitty litter." "Nothing in the backyard, nothing in the garage." "So this tells us what?" "That Beatrice went somewhere with the cat?" "That someone broke into the house and stole the cat?" "It tells us Mr. Balagan is onto something, maybe." "Great, a Colombian hit man might be after my wife right now, and we're hung up on a cat." "Look at this." "Santa stole the cat?" "Not the photo, the flyer." "[In Balagan's accent]:" "It is entirely possible this cat hotel has information on where your wife has gone." "[Mournful piano piece plays]" "Mr. Balagan?" "She's alive." "She's dead." "So, we followed up on your cat theory." "She's alive." "The cat?" "No, Beatrice." "[Cat meowing]" "She, uh, dropped couscous off at a cat hotel and went to a yoga retreat." "Of course." "What else is there to do in this town, huh?" "We figure she went home just long enough to pack, down some gin, and grab couscous." "The staff at the cat hotel said she showed up in a taxi at 9:15." "She said she was going straight from there to the retreat." "Hello, couscous." "We must warn your wife about the contract killer." "Do you have a number for the yoga retreat?" "She's not taking any of my calls." "I've left, like, 20 messages." "Then we cannot send you." "Sam..." "You'll need a woman." "If you do brain scans of the striatum during game play, you start to realize the mesolimbic dopamine system is involved with the reward metric..." "Sammy, but maybe you could simplify for me?" "All right, well, current game theory basically sucks." "Why?" "Because the models assume that we make decisions based on rational self-interest, but what my thesis topic proposes is quite the contrary, that most of our decisions are irrational." "How many years of school did it take you to come up with that?" "I told you, it's..." "Beyond simplification." "[Beeps on speaker]" "[Zofia]:  ..." "How much does Mr. Balagan pay you?" "[Sam]:" "Nothing." "He plays me games." "Does he pay you?" "No, but his tips are very generous." "Huh." "Left here." "[Cat meowing]" "[Quietly] Couscous?" "Is she okay?" "Beatrice." "[♪]" "Beatrice!" "A hit man, Casey?" "Really?" "A hit man?" "Please, th-that..." "That's the old me." "Okay?" "Now, whatever I've been like for the past few years, you can forget about it." "I love you." "Did you even have a stroke, or are you faking that, too?" "[Both Sam and Balagan]:" "That's what we said." "I have a doctor's report." "I'm a changed man, and I will do whatever it takes for us to be together." "I fall for your crap every time." "The other night, Karsh said you wanted to reconcile." "Within 30 seconds, you'd turned it into a screaming match." "Never again." "Casey Roman, Bazza Brew Coffee," "I knew I recognized you, but, listen, the hotel lobby may not be the best place to pick a fight with the old lady, you know what I mean?" "Mr. Balagan is trying to protect my wife from a hit man." "And we need your help, of course." "All right, why don't you start from the beginning," "I'll decide what you need?" "What about me?" "What am I supposed to do?" "It's okay." "It's okay, go to the bar." "Danni will look after you, on my tab, all right?" "We'll fix things." "It's okay." "Beatrice?" "Tell me about that hit man." "[Sighing] It's complicated." "Perhaps even more complicated than we think." "Why would you arrange drinks with your wife when you'd already planned to kill her?" "Why make a scene?" "Because I'm a scumbag?" "Perhaps." "Hey." "Oh, hi." "So..." "Karsh says you're serious about reconciling." "And you believed that?" "You stupid cow." "You're here because" "I wanted to see the look on your face when you heard I'm getting a gag order." "You think that'll stop me?" "I've already drafted a press release about your coffee fraud." "Bitch!" "You'll never be able to send it." "The hit man was there." "You were his spotter." "Uh..." "Explain that to me like I just had a stroke?" "You invited your wife out for drinks so you could point her out to the hit man." "So..." "If this guy was there, and he had a good look at her, then why is Beatrice still alive?" "When he went to her place that night and tried to break in," "Beatrice had already left." "And she's been at the yoga retreat ever since." "Hidden from view." "Which means..." "Oh, hell." "Did you clowns really just flush the target out into the open?" "So, why do you think the hit man is here now?" "Simple." "If he's been watching you, watching the house..." "He knows your wife is here." "Amateurs..." "What?" "Are you..." "Are you kidding me?" "I'll be right there." "I submitted my thesis proposal a week early!" "Which means I still have time to remember my footnotes..." "What's that all about?" "You texted?" "Do you remember anyone drinking alone during this smashed-glass incident?" "Um... maybe a few." "There always are." "Do you recognize any of them in there right now?" "Maybe three?" "Call the cops, arrest 'em all." "No, much simpler," "I stroll in, announce there's an assassin in their midst." "The killer knows that I know, and he will abort the mission." "Stupid idea, Mr. Balagan." "It's perfectly logical." "Too logical." "You assume the assassin will act out of purely rational self-interest." "That is outdated mode of game theory." "Have you been studying with Sam?" "Sam is a smart boy when he's not trying to be so clever..." "Well, you too, when you're not being so arrogant." "It's not arrogant if I'm right." "Arrogance." "Professional pride." "That's what will keep the assassin going after the target, even if he knows it's risky." "So, what do we do?" "Like I sd, d, call the cops." "No, no, no." "The police could look like heroes, or you can." "We need to give the assassin a direct order to stop, and we need whomever hired him to do it." "We need Karsh here right now." "Why Karsh?" "Because Karsh could have used the business to hire the assassin just as easily as you could, and for the same reason, to keep Beatrice quiet." "If it was him, he worked hard to make it look like I did it.." "Well, maybe he found out you were grinding his wife's beans." "Man, people suck." "[♪]" "[Cell phone rings]" "Yes?" "[Zofia]:" "Your company is here, Mr. Balagan." "Thank you." "Everyone!" "I just heard..." "The lost remains of emperor Ivan the sixth have been discovered!" "Champagne for everyone, on me!" "Ah..." "Good timing." "The bubbly's just starting to flow." "Your friend is at the bar." "Karsh, come sit with us a minute." "Beatrice is safe?" "Sweet!" "Uh, so, what's up with you guys?" "Well, we were just wondering." "Um, did I set up drinks with Beatrice, or did you?" "Oh..." "That." "I'm no astronaut, sweetie, but I bet we could achieve lift-off." "It's a solo mission." "Okay, here's the deal." "I told you that Beatrice wanted to meet to reconcile, and then I gave Beatrice the same story about you." "Why the hell would you do that?" "I figured if you and Bea got back together, then she'd keep quiet about the business." "Abort?" "Or were you just trying to frame me for her murder?" "Dude, why would you even think that?" "Because you found out" "I was sleeping with your wife, Karsh." "[Shocked] You and Anya?" "There." "She's the assassin." "Now, which of you hired her?" "She's sending a message to one of you to verify if the job is on or off." "Take out your phones." "Take out your phones." "[Message tone beeps]" "Did Anya put you up to this?" "To arrange a meeting between Casey and Beatrice?" "Well, sh-she thought it was worth one last try to get them together." "I thought it was a good idea." "But the hit woman looked over here." "Why is she messaging Anya?" "Anya set it up, but she's been pretending to be you." "Why?" "To frame you." "Perhaps she found out she wasn't the only woman you were cheating with, or maybe she was trying to protect herself in case the hit was exposed." "What the hell?" "Apologies." ""Operation still a go."" "What, so?" "Of course." "So, everything..." "that you did was to help me find Beatrice for your hit woman and to frame Casey, even admitting your affair with him." "You were sleeping with Casey?" "This is insane..." "You tried to kill me?" "You guys have always been insane." "I am done." "No, we have to talk." "Madam, you'll have to come with me..." "Oh!" "Hey!" "Stay down!" "Stay down..." "Now, you messed with the head of hotel security, lady." "There will be charges." "[Wincing]" "God, I'm too old for this..." "Mr. Balagan!" "It's me, Sam." "Sam Besht." "I took care of my, uh, thesis, and, actually, my advisor says that it's one of the best proposals that's ever come across his..." "Straight into offshore accounts, so I'll send you the rest of your fee, with a bonus." "A bonus will be a bonus." "[Elevator dings]" "So, what are you going to do about those fake beans?" "That will stop." "If I can patch things up with Karsh." "So Casey didn't try to kill me?" "Definitely not." "Can I sleep at home?" "You have amnesia." "I don't." "Guest room." "[Sighs] Thank you." "Thanks." "Good luck." "So, um..." "Did anything happen?" "Did I miss something?" "No, nothing at all." "Well, you look less angry-screamy than last time." "I've decided I will meet again with Detective Jason Evans, hear him out, get on his nice side." "I already had coffee with him." "It's taken care of." "Good." "Drink?" "Sure." "Let me." "Thank you." "Maybe this time, they will be happy." "Hmm." "Some memories, it's good to lose." "[♪]" "And some memories are all we have." "[♪]" "Brad isn't jealous of that burnout." "Steven's jealous of Brad." "Walt is a good cop, but he's been messed up over this old case." "You wasted 20 years on me instead of finding Kim's killer." "You're right." "I have wasted too much time." "If you thought Steven was so dangerous, why didn't you leave with Kim?" "How was I supposed to know he'd kill her?" "The case is solved." "You never found the body." "I always wondered why he never talked about his past." "Did you tell her?" "She came to her own conclusion." "Like hell."