Hudson & Rex (2019–…): Season 1, Episode 6 - Murder, She Thought - full transcript

I miss you too, Bro'.

But there's no way I'm
flying up there to visit you.

Look...

It's only a few more semesters,

then you can come home,
and do your internship here, right?

No, any hospital would
be lucky to have you.

Don't worry about the money.

You can pay me back when you
land your job as head surgeon.

What, I can't have faith
in my little brother?

Yeah yeah.

Okay, talk soon.



Oh! Sorry Neil,

I didn't see Oh! you there...

I-I-I-I'll just be on my way.

Oh!

Help!

I-I-I think he's dead!

Help! Help!

Help!

It's-it's Neil!

I-I think he's dead!

Code blue! Code blue!!!

- Is it true? Is Neil dead?
- Just...

Not now, Miranda.

It's happened again!



This is the last straw.

I'm calling my nephew.

He's a detective.

- Hey!
- Hey, Charlie.

Sarah, thanks for coming.

My Aunt called me and said
there had been a murder.

But now I'm hearing that
may not be the case?

It appears the pharmacist
died of heart failure.

Neil Kline. 33 years of age.

There were no signs of foul play.

33... That's pretty young
to die of heart failure.

He had a congenital heart defect.

He was wearing a medic alert bracelet.

Who found the body?

Oh, Harold Payne.

He claims he got confused

and went into the pharmacy
thinking it was his...

room. Um...

I think your aunt

is trying to get your attention.

She has your inquisitive twinkle!

Ohhh.

Don't be fooled.

She is a tough one.

Almost as tough as Rex.

What a good boy.

Residents aren't allowed to keep pets.

So a visit from Rex
is always a big hit.

Of course it's been a while
since we've seen him.

Uhhh.

Yeah. Sorry, Aunt Miranda.

You know... I've had a
heavier caseload than usual.

I know, I know.

Too busy for us fossils.

It's a pleasure to meet you, Sarah.

It must be so exciting

to work alongside my nephew.

Well, you have nothing
to worry about, Miranda.

Neil died of natural causes.

You're sure he wasn't murdered?

There's a security camera
in the pharmacy.

Maybe you should check it.

It won't be necessary.

He died of a heart attack.

No.

It's not just Neil.

There have been other
mysterious deaths.

This isn't the plot of one
of your mystery novels.

I am telling you, Charlie.

Other residents-

one day, healthy and vital...

- dead the next.
- Aunt Miranda,

statistically speaking-
in a place like this,

- probably...
- Charlie Hudson.

Don't you patronize me.

I'm just saying. I don't want you

to worry about something
that isn't true.

If it would make you feel better-

I... I can look into it.

It would be a simple matter

of obtaining some medical records.

Oh, I like her.

- She gets it!
- Hey, Sir!

Could you please keep your dog

away from Mr. Linden?

Come here, Rex. Come on!

He's a police dog.

He would never harm a civilian.

Would you?

Let's get you to your room, Mr. Linden.

Excuse me.

Huh! Are all the nurses so friendly?

Eloise gets a bad rap
for being strict, because...

Well, she's stationed
in the hospital wing

along with the older,
more frail residents.

And she's very protective of them.

Well, Mr. Linden did
seem a little out of it.

Advanced Alzheimer's.

He's been here a few weeks now-

and never said a word.
He just sits and stares.

- Could happen to any of us.
- Well, you seem very healthy to me.

That doesn't seem to count
for much around here lately.

I'm just saying.

I don't want to you
worry about something

that isn't true.

Uh, you know, I should get back.

But it was so nice to meet you Miranda.

You too, Sarah.

We should go, too.

But I will come and
check in on you soon.

Well, see that you do.

Okay. Rex, let's go.

Bye, Rexy. Oh! And Charlie...

Say hi to Julia.

It's been a while since
you... brought her around.

Yeah.

Come on, Rex.

- Bye.
- Bye-bye, dear.

- It's a nice place.
- Yeah.

Miranda picked it out herself
after Uncle Larry died.

- Oh, thanks, by the way.
- What for?

Humouring her.

She still seems sharp as a tack.

But these stories

about residents dying
mysteriously and...

you know...
mistaking a heart attack for murder,

It's a little concerning.

Wait-so you're not investigating?

No, but I'll have Jesse check out

the pharmacy security cam footage

just to prove to her that it's nothing.

Yeah, I hope we can
put her mind at ease.

Yeah.

You haven't told her yet?

Hmm?

About you and your wife splitting up.

No, I haven't had the heart.

They got along so well.

I don't really know
how to break it to her.

I'm sure she'd understand.

You guys are close, I can tell.

Yeah.

We spent a lot of time
together when I was a kid.

After school, I used to

go and sit on the floor

of the mystery section
in her book store.

And I'd read for hours.

And there wasn't a single book

- in that section she hadn't read.
- Oh.

It's no wonder you became a detective.

Yeah, Miranda had
a lot to do with that.

Well, I'm over this way.

- Alright, see you tomorrow.
- Yup.

Well, there's nothing
on the security camera.

What do you mean nothing?

Well, here. Take a look.

The footage starts out fine.

You can see the pharmacist
working away.

And then just before ten...

the feed goes dead.

So it's been tampered with?

Well, possibly.

But it's an old system.

It could be a loose wire.

They seriously need an upgrade.

Uh, great.

So much for proving to my Aunt
that this wasn't a murder.

Yeah, well I can appreciate
the over-active imagination.

I've got one of those myself.

Aunt Miranda.

Excuse me, Eloise?

Yes?

The pharmacist who died... Neil Kline.

- Did you know him well?
- No.

He kept mostly to himself.

Oh, judging by your expression,
I can see you weren't

- his biggest fan.
- Look.

I don't like to speak ill of the dead.

But he wasn't very good at his job.

He made a lot of mistakes.

What kind of mistake.

Mix up with residents' prescriptions,

wrong dosages, stuff like that.

- He was sloppy.
- Hm.

But I feel bad he died.

I need to deliver these.

Harold. Your pills.

Hi.

There you go.

I'll take that. Thanks.

Harold.

Detective Hudson, Major Crimes.

I saw you here last night.

Yup. That's right.

I was wondering if I might
have a moment of your time.

Oh, I suppose so.

But remember, kiddo at my age,

every moment is a gift.

What is it, Detective?

That must have been quite a shock-

finding Neil in the pharmacy like that.

Oh, I got turned around.

I thought it was my room.

Am I in trouble?

Why would you be in trouble?

Residents aren't allowed
in the pharmacy.

- House rules.
- Well.

I think under the circumstances

they'll let it slide.

If it wasn't pitch black in there,

I would've known right away

- I was in the wrong place.
- Wait, the...

The lights were out in the pharmacy?

- Are you sure?
- Positive.

Does that mean something?

I'm not sure yet.

Hmm.

Rex?

Aww!

Rex! What are you doing here?

Ohhh.

Of course I'd find you two together.

Well, this is a nice surprise!

I... I wanted to have a
little snoop around.

But it's locked.

You don't carry a lock pick, do you?

No.

But I have something better.

How do you have that?

Well, I'm a police detective.

I just asked them.

And they gave it to me.

Don't touch anything.

Ha ha.

Charlie, what are you not telling me?

I talked to Harold Payne.

Oh, yeah. I know Harold.

His room's down the hall.

A bit of an odd duck.

He told me the lights were
out when he found Neil.

Well that doesn't make sense!

If he had a heart attack
while he was working...

The lights would've been on
when he found the body.

So there was someone else here.

- His killer.
- We don't know that.

Don't jump to conclusions.

- There's something under there.
- Yeah!

Okay, pal.

Huh.

That syringe doesn't belong here.

What do you mean?

Well, the pharmacy only issues

pills and liquid oral medicine.

Any injections have to
be done at the clinic.

Hmm.

I identified the contents.

Cyanide.

It prevents cells from using oxygen,

which in turn causes heart failure.

Neil was poisoned!

I had the coroner at the hospital

do a more thorough autopsy.

They found a needle prick

on the back of Neil's neck
that they missed the first time.

Then Aunt Miranda was right.

Neil was murdered.

We ran a background
check on the victim.

He has a brother in
medical school in England.

But no other family here.

Never been married.

No mention of a partner.

Sounds like he was a bit of a loner.

Well, he must have made some enemies,

somewhere along the way.

A brutal death like this...

I mean, it seems personal.

Mmm.

What are you thinking?

Well, if my Aunt
was right about this one,

maybe she's right about the others.

Wait. What others?

Miranda mentioned a few other residents

she felt may have died under...

mysterious circumstances.

Well who's in charge over there?

Director of Operations is a
woman named Rachel Hildebrand.

Great, time to pay Rachel
Hildebrand a visit.

Got it.

Rex.

Neil was murdered?

You're certain?

We are.

Well... I'll tell the staff right away.

Can you take me through
your security procedures?

The doors are kept locked at night.

And we have security cameras

at the main entrances of each building.

- That's it?
- This is a home.

It's not a prison, Detective.

All the residents who are able

are free to roam the
property as they please-

as long as they're not outside
unescorted after curfew.

What about the ones who aren't able?

Well, the sick and infirm
are in a more secure area,

with 24 hour care. c.

Can you think of anyone who
might have wanted to harm Neil?

Anyone at all?

Well, we did have

an internal issue some time ago

between Neil and another
member of our staff.

But...

The matter was resolved.

I'm going to need the
name of that employee.

So what was your problem with Neil?

Look, I felt I had no choice
but to issue a formal complaint.

The people we care for here,

have very specific prescription
doses for a reason.

Okay? You get that wrong,

they could get seriously ill...

or worse.

Well and do you think
that that happened?

Neil's mistakes harmed a resident?

I don't know, but I wasn't
going to take a chance.

Huh.

Whatever came of the complaint?

I was assured that it
was being looked into.

- But it never went further.
- Mmm.

That must have been frustrating.

A lot of the people we care for,

they can't stand up for
themselves, okay?

Somebody's got to look out for them.

And that person is you?

I do my part.

Charlie?

Oh, I was just coming to see you.

Well-why didn't you tell me

you were going to be
questioning suspects?

I know these people.

- I could have been of help!
- It's not that easy.

This is now an official
police investigation.

Because of me!

Have you looked into those deaths

- I told you about?
- We're working on it.

Not fast enough!

I just want to help.

I know.

Why don't you come over
for dinner tonight?

I have something important
I'd like to tell you.

That sounds lovely.

I've got a few theories

I've been working on
I'd like to run by you.

See you tonight.

That woman never gives up.

And you wonder where I get it from.

These are the medical
examiner's reports

for every death that took
place at Forest Lawns

in the last 36 months.

Anything stand out?

All 16 were deemed natural causes.

Only a few are heart-related.

So Aunt Miranda was wrong.

She was right about one aspect.

Which is?

Some of the residents received
clean bills of health

within weeks of their death.

And in those same cases

it was an aggravation of
their underlying condition

that they succumbed to.

So they stopped responding
to their treatment?

Or their medication.

Either way...

the pattern is troubling.

A rapid decline isn't unusual in

one or two patients, but...

half a dozen?

Too many to ignore.

Yeah.

So what is the connection
between these deaths

and the murder of Neil Kline?

I'm not sure they are connected.

I've got something.

- What is it?
- Well...

I checked Neil Kline's bank statements.

And pretty much every salary deposit

is matched with a payment
to his brother's school.

It's like he's on some
sort of payment plan.

Well, he was putting his brother
through medical school.

That's a pretty big sacrifice. y.

Yeah. But here's the thing. I mean-

He's got no other savings.
The guy is flat broke.

How is he paying for
his own living expenses?

Beats me.

But I contacted his landlord.

And he says he hasn't missed a
rent payment in three years.

He's getting money from somewhere.

I'd like to get in and
search his apartment.

Okay, I'll get you a search
warrant by the morning.

Well, I mean...
The lease is under his brother's name.

We could contact him for permission.

- It might be faster.
- Do it.

Give me a call the second
you hear anything.

- Okay.
- Rex, let's go!

Well, where are you headed now?

I have a dinner date.

A dinner date?

So what do you think?

Mmmm! That was delicious.

Well, it's your recipe.

The famous Hudson lasagna.

I used to beg you to make it

every time I went over to your place.

I remember that. Who could resist,

that smile that lit up the room?

Still does!

No! No!

Not a chance, buddy.

You've already had two servings.

Down.

I'm sorry I didn't believe you-

about Neil being murdered.

It's the worst thing about getting old.

People stop taking you seriously.

I won't make that mistake again.

Thank you. That means a lot.

Listen, we need to talk
about something else.

Hmmm.

You're finally going to
tell me what happened

between you and Julia?

- You know about that?
- Well...

It doesn't take a detective

to figure out she's gone.

Why didn't you say something before?

I assumed you'd tell me
when you were ready.

So what happened?

Well, it wasn't any one thing.

We just kind of grew apart.

And then she went to Montreal
to go back to school.

Julia is a good person.

But you got married too young.

You should have waited-
like I did for my Larry.

When it's the one,

you just know.

Well, I'm sorry I didn't
tell you sooner.

I didn't want you to be disappointed.

Oh, Charlie.

I'm not disappointed.

I'm excited for you.

- Why?
- It means your one...

is still out there. he.

You've still got that ahead of you.

- Hmm.
- Alright.

Enough chitchat.

Let's get down to work.

What's this?

It's a list of the residents and
staff members at Forest Lawn.

I have a few names for you
to run background on.

I think they might be involved somehow.

Okay.

I can't just run background on people

without proof of wrong-doing.

I know that, dear.

That's why I've run tabs
on them for you.

You...?

Who is that?

It's Jesse from my work.

I just got permission to
search Neil Kline's house.

Great! Let's go!

No! No. We've talked about this.

This is a police investigation.

I cannot bring you.

Remember the deal.

Stay in the car.

You don't have to keep on reminding me.

Rex. Come on.

Cold in here.

Rex! Go!

Ohhh!

Charlie, we got him!

I could be helpful, you know.

You are.

You're helping me keep an eye on Rex.

I know who's keeping an eye on who.

One obvious reason to break into

a dead pharmacist's house-

Yep-drugs.

An extra set of hands wouldn't hurt.

I'm already in for an
earful from Donovan

if he finds out I brought her.

I'd rather not make it worse.

Aunt Miranda!

Traitor.

Oh, stop it.

Oh, stop.

You know I could never stay mad at you.

Ohhh!

It's mutual.

Found something.

What's this?

- Empty pill capsules?
- Gel caps.

Some people use them to
make their own vitamins.

Somehow, I don't think

Neil was in the home-made
vitamin business.

Wait a second.

I think this is sugar.

Neil was making sugar pills.

- Placebos.
- If he was selling those,

he would have been
found out pretty quick.

You think that's why he was murdered?

I have a different theory.

Nurse Eloise told me,

that she caught Neil more than once,

giving wrong dosages to the residents.

What if he was holding back
pills so he could sell them?

So instead of withholding their meds,

he was replacing them with sugar pills.

- That's right.
- It would be very hard to detect.

But it could do long-term damage.

Which means I was right
about the other deaths too.

Only... It was a different killer.

It was Neil.

It fits.

But it doesn't explain
who murdered Neil.

Then I guess we've got
our work cut out for us.

Mm-hmm.

This isn't going
to make the news, right?

My coach is going to freak.

Well that depends how
cooperative you are, Reid.

Judging by how hard you hit me,

I'm guessing you're what, a linebacker?

No, tight end.

What does a young athlete
need with pharmaceuticals?

You addicted to pain killers?

Is that it?

No, I've...

never been injured.

Then what?

I suffer from anxiety.

I needed something
to slow my heart rate,

and keep my adrenaline in check.

Let me guess. Beta blockers.

I can't play without them.

Yeah.

And when I saw on the news
that Neil was dead...

I freaked out.

You broke into his house
looking to grab his stash.

The window wasn't locked.

- I didn't break anything.
- It's still breaking and entering.

Did you know that Neil was stealing

these drugs from elderly people

that relied on them?

I didn't know that.

I would never have bought them.

Tell me how it worked.

You met Neil at his house?

No, outside the place where he worked.

Forest Lawns?

Right.

Once a week,
he met me at the end of the road,

on his lunch break.

He told me if I ever called him,

or showed up unannounced,

that he'd cut me off.

So if Neil Kline was
selling pills on the side,

perhaps his murder was the
result of a deal gone bad.

Well, I mean if one of Neil's
customers did killed him,

then why not rob the
pharmacy at the same time?

None of the drugs were touched.

Well what about the nurse?

- The one that reported him?
- Eloise Benson.

No police record.
No history of violence.

Nothing to indicate
she'd be capable of murder.

Okay, well there is a
first time for everything.

The poison was administered by syringe.

That's a tool of the trade
for a medical professional.

Or for a junkie.

Hey Jesse, can you set up

some additional security cameras

at Forest Lawns?

I want eyes on the grounds

- surrounding the property.
- Sure.

Uh, is there any particular reason?

Well your first theory
sounds the most credible.

I'm hoping that some
of Neil's customers

didn't hear that he died,

and show up looking for his drugs.

I'll get started right away.

Yeah.

I know what you're going to say, Joe.

I shouldn't have had my Aunt there.

Go ahead.

Just take it.

We'll finish this conversation later.

Yeah.

- Aunt Miranda!
- Charlie!

You have to come right away.

Why? What happened?

It's Mr. Linden.

He's disappeared!

I think there's been
some mistake... Detective.

Mr. Linden's stay was always
meant to be temporary,

while his regular caregiver was away.

So he was scheduled to check out today?

Actually, next week.

But it appears they
moved up his timeline.

Thanks for letting me know.

It will put my Aunt's mind at ease.

Actually, I wanted to talk to you,

about your Aunt Miranda.

What about her?

She's been making some of the
other residents uncomfortable,

questioning them about Neil's death.

Maybe she's trying to figure
out what's going on here.

Meaning what, exactly?

We discovered that Neil was
replacing prescription medicine

with placebos and
selling the real pills.

My God! That's horrifying!

If I had known about this,

I can assure you I would
have put a quick stop to it!

The last thing we need
is another lawsuit.

What do you mean another lawsuit?

Last year, the son
of a woman in our care

accused the medical staff,

of negligence, leading to her death.

Based on what we know about Neil, d

maybe he was right.

Where's this lawsuit at now?

It was dismissed a few months ago.

Do you still have
those court documents?

I do.

Isn't he a dear, Mrs. Kamden?

Try cleaning up after him.

Oh, Charlie.

What did you find out?

Well, Mr. Linden isn't missing.

He moved out.

That's strange.

Nurse Eloise seemed so
surprised that he was gone!

He's fine.

And with Neil gone,

you don't have to worry about
any more mysterious deaths.

What about Neil's killer?

Well, I have no reason to believe

that he's targeting anyone else.

But we'll find him.

Well unfortunately, we have to go.

But I will come and
see you later, okay?

- Hmmm.
- Mmm?

Rex.

Let's go, buddy.

Come on.

Bob Kippen?

Detective Hudson, Major Crimes.

What can Io for you, Detective?

Well, I just had a couple of questions

about the lawsuit,

that you filed against
Forest Lawns last year.

Yeah, sure.

Can I put on some coffee?

No, don't trouble yourself.

- Ah, you've been away?
- Yeah.

Annual fishing trip.

I stayed a few weeks
longer than I intended.

The fish were biting.

Where's your spot?

Lake Foshay, New Brunswick.

I go down there every year.

Yeah, I still smell like fish.
Don't I, pal?

So... What do you want to know?

What made you launch the lawsuit?

Look.

My mom was healthy as a horse one day.

Stone cold dead the next.

Something wasn't right about that.

And I couldn't get any answers.

You suspected medical negligence?

Yeah, it might have
been the grief talking.

But I was pretty sure
somebody screwed up.

I guess we'll never know for sure.

Oh, you're not pursuing it?

Well, the case got tossed
due to lack of evidence.

And dwelling on it is not going
to bring my mom back, right?

Hey, can I offer you
some rainbow trout,

- for you and your dog?
- No.

We're good. Thank you.

Thanks for your time.

Rex.

- Jesse.
- Hey!

Can you believe this place?

Wow! I can't wait to be 80.

Uh, what about the cameras?

Right. Right. Sorry, yes.

Duty calls. Okay.

I have four feeds set up.

Three covering the main grounds...

and one at the end of the road,

where I thought Neil
might meet his buyers.

Now with this, you can watch all four

or toggle between them.

Great job. Thanks.

Hey, did you get my
text about Bob Kippen?

I did... I did,

I took a tour through his social media.

He's posted tons of
photos of his fishing trip.

And there's a credit card trail

of campsites and restaurants

that lead him from one end
of Lake Foshay to the other.

- Wow. That was quick.
- Yeah.

Yeah, even by my standards.

I mean the wifi here is a lot faster

than what we have at the station.

- Anything else?
- No no, we're good for now.

Okay, great.
I guess I'm done for the day!

Alright! Where were we? Huh?

Aunt Miranda?

Did you tell her that we're here?

You want some company?

I brought cocoa.

This is nice.

You know I could get
in to a lot of trouble,

for you being here, right?

You want me to leave?

- Nah.
- Ah.

Hey, can I ask you a question?

Sure.

Why do you keep living here? I mean,

you're more than capable
of looking after yourself.

I didn't move here because

I'm old and helpless, Charlie.

This is a retirement community.

It's not a nursing home.

I came here...

because I was lonely
after your uncle died.

You could have come to
stay with me and Julia.

Sure, just what you two needed.

Your Aunt in the room next to yours?

That's a recipe for romance.

No, I mean-

Sure, it's been a bit
spotty this past year.

But I still love it here, Charlie.

I have friends.

The food's great.

The pool's heated.

I'm just a quick bus ride away
from my favourite library.

What more do I need?

Okay, well...

You know, if that ever changes-

I have plenty of space.

Oh, you're sweet.

I'll keep that in mind.

Ooh!

Who's...

- Bob Kippen?
- No.

That is for my eyes only.

Ohh. Pff!

What?

Nice find, pal.

Who is that?

Harold?

What's he up to?

You, stay here.

Ohhh!

Stay.

Harold?

It's Detective Hudson.

What's do you have
in your hands, Harold?

Just having a little treat.

Chocolates?

Why aren't you eating
these in your room?

No no no no no no. No.

If the-if the nurses find out,

they'll take them away from me,

on account of my diabetes.

So this is your secret sugar shack?

Never thought to call it that.

- Oh...
- No, thank you.

I can only eat a few at a time.

So I make a few trips out here a day.

Night's easier.

Less staff around.

You know there's a curfew, right?

Mmmm.

Come on.

I'm not the only one creeping around.

Just last night,

I saw a guy sneaking out
of a first floor window.

I could swear it was
Mr. Linden's window.

But no, it wasn't him.

This-this guy was younger.

And you're sure?

Positive.

He bumped into me in the dark.

I-I said hello.

But he kept on walking.

Hey!

Get your own chocolate!

- Rex, what is it?
- Hey!

Where did you get these, Harold?

They were, they were in a package

someone left at my door.

I assumed it was Betty across the hall.

Smells like almonds.

She's sweet on me.

How many of these did you have, Harold?

- Oh!
- Harold?

Hang on. Hang on.

This is Detective Hudson.

I need an ambulance at
Forest Lawns right away!

Oh!

- Hang in there, Harold,
- Oh!

Come on! Stay with me!

Glad to hear he's stable.

Yeah. Harold's a tough nut.
I'll give him that.

I ran some tests on the chocolates.

And I can confirm a
small amount of cyanide

was injected into each one.

Cyanide smells like almonds.

So he wouldn't have
thought twice about it.

He's lucky that Rex is trained

to sniff out various poisons.

You're right about
that, if he'd ingested

even one or two more,

he would've died before
the ambulance reached him.

Hey, did you check the box
itself for physical evidence?

No print no DNA.

Whoever sent it was very careful.

Why would someone target
a harmless old man?

I think Harold saw
someone the other night

who didn't want to be seen.

It nearly cost him his life.

Hey, Jesse, did you find.
Mr. Linden yet?

I want to make sure he's okay.

Actually, I was just talking
to Superintendent Donovan.

And here's the thing,
there is no Bradley Linden.

- What?
- I mean, the guy simply doesn't exist.

- How is that possible?
- I read his medical history.

It all appeared to be genuine.

Yeah, well the key word is appeared.

- It's all fake.
- Yeah, I made calls,

to everyone on his intake paperwork...

doctors, family members,
emergency contacts.

And most of them aren't
real, and the ones that were

never even heard of him. So...

- He fooled everyone.
- Not everyone.

Rex was very interested in Mr. Linden.

It was almost as if he sensed

there was something
not right about him.

Well, if we're going to find this guy,

we're going to need
more than a description.

Have his nurse sit
with a sketch artist.

Forensic evidence
might hold some answers.

I'll process his room
for fingerprints and DNA.

That guy's got to be
Neil's killer, right?

Well if he is, why not just...

kill Neil in his house,
or out on the street?

Why go to all this trouble?

These are all good questions.

Find Mr. Linden and get your answers.

Let's go.

Rex.

When you told me Linden checked out,

I thought you had staff
confirmation of that.

Like I said, his file indicated

he was scheduled to leave.

Yet none of your staff
actually saw him leave.

How does a patient
just walk out of here

without anyone noticing?

Some of our staff quit

when word got out
that Neil was murdered.

I haven't had a chance to replace them.

We're short-handed.

I think it runs deeper than that.

I'm recommending a full
investigation of this facility.

You doing okay?

Yeah, it's just...

You know, if Mr. Linden is a killer-

How could I not see it?

I mean, I took him
for a walk every day.

Wait, for a walk? That's it?

You didn't help him with his grooming?

No, that would be the orderlies.

They take a record of their rounds

on the resident's care sheet.

I can't make out those initials.

I think that's the point.

Our Mr. Linden was
initialing it himself.

Of course, to keep any

of the staff from learning his secret!

I feel like such a fool.

Oh, you can't blame
yourself for this, dear.

Charlie.

Yeah.

The room's been scrubbed
of all physical evidence.

So there's nothing to go on?

There's a partial print
on the shower curtain bar.

But that easily could have been
from a previous resident.

Let's find out.

You have any luck with that print?

Uh, yes and no.

The print showed up in
the employee database

of the Canadian Bureau
of Specialized Police.

It belongs to a cop?

Presumably, yes.

But the name of the
person has been redacted.

It can only be accessed by
someone with proper clearance...

which I don't have.

And what about the citizens
that you are putting in danger?

There was an attempt on a man's life!

There is no evidence to support that!

We have every right!

How's it going with the
Bureau Commissioner?

Uh... Whew!

That good, huh?

Here's t artist's rendering-

Matching back to
suspect's finger print.

- Wow. That's really close.
- Mm-hmm.

You think we could de-age
this about 20 years or so?

Yeah, I'm on it.

So I take it...
you didn't get the name.

Apparently, their guy is
part of a specialized unit.

His file was redacted
after his retirement

for his protection.

Without any more evidence,

the Bureau's going
to protect their own.

He might be telling us
more than he intended.

Look, here's a list of all the officers

that retired from the Bureau
in the last five years.

Why don't we just take
the artist's rendering

and match it to a departmental photo?

All these names.

It's going to take us days.

Wait a second.

You recognize this name?

- Robert Kippen.
- The guy from the fishing trip?

There's nothing in his background check

to suggest he was a former cop.

Yeah, how fast do you think
you could get me a warrant

to search his place?

There's nobody here.

Let's get to work.

- Charlie.
- Yeah.

Charlie, you need to see this.

How does your Aunt know Bob?

I have no idea.

Unless, oh my God.

I left Bob Kippen's file
in the car with her.

When I went to talk to Harold,

She must have read about
the lawsuit with the home.

Do you think she knows
Bob might be involved?

Probably not.
But if Bob suspects she does.

She's in danger.
2:30, that is in 20 minutes!

She's not answering.

Ross King?
Does the name mean anything to you?

Ross King.

That's the library Miranda goes to.

You stay here. You finish the search.

Rex, let's go!

You're on the door.

Nobody leaves till I say so.

Yes sir!

Where is your mystery section?

Constable?

Can I have a flashlight?

Damn it! Where are you?

Okay.

Almonds.

Sarah, what's up?

Have you found your aunt yet?

- No, not yet.
- Okay, listen.

I'm still at Bob's house,
and I found cyanide.

- He's our guy.
- I also found

theatre make-up and a false beard.

He confirms he went to Forest Lawns

pretending to be an old man.

So we were right.

He made himself look a
couple of decades older.

Yeah, it looks like it.

Well, if he can change his
appearance that drastically,

maybe it's not Bob we're looking for...

Or Mr. Linden.

He could be pretending
to be someone else.

I'll call you back.

Yeah, okay. Be careful.

Okay.

He can hide from me.

But he can't hide from you.

Get his scent, buddy.

Oh!!

Drop the weapon! Now!

Bob Kippen...

A.K.A. Bradley Linden.

You're under arrest for
the murder of Neil Kline.

Charlie!

My bus was late!

What'd I miss?

Oh!

Yes. I created Mr. Linden.

But I didn't go there to kill anybody.

The court threw out my case
due to lack of evidence.

So I did what I was trained to do.

I went undercover to
find proof of a crime.

Then what changed?

I found out what the
pharmacist was up to.

It was no accident!

His actions led directly
to my mother's death.

And what about Miranda?

She called me up.

Said she had information about my mom

and a bunch of other
deaths at the home.

I thought she'd figured
out what I'd done...

and was going to blackmail me.

So you went there

in disguise, with a gun,

prepared to eliminate
yet another threat.

Just like Harold.

I regret it, alright?

I panicked when he saw me leaving.

I'm glad he survived.

Yeah, we'll be sure to
pass on your regards.

It was supposed to be a safe place

where my mom could get
the care she needed.

Instead they killed her, and...

What?

And if I'd been there maybe...

I would have figured
out what was going on!

Maybe I could have saved her.

How's it coming?

Oh, better than I expected.

All those years... reading mysteries.

And I never thought to
try writing one myself.

Oh, and uh,

thanks for the research materials.

Yeah, remember, these cold case files

do not leave this house.

I'm going to do a
bag check when you go.

Hey!

You don't trust me?

Absolutely not.

Smart boy.

That's why I'm calling my book series:

The Charlie Hudson Mysteries.

Don't forget my sidekick, Rex.

All right.

My partner.

The Hudson and Rex Mysteries.
You know what?

That has a nice ring to it.

- Yeah.
- Aunt Miranda,

I have...

something I'd like you to
deliver to Harold for me.

- Candy, huh?
- Only the finest.

Hmmm, I assume we'll be keeping

the fact that they are
sugar-free, to ourselves.

What he doesn't know won't kill him.

Yeah, buddy.