Episode five finds Shade and Angie in pensive mood. Their client is a heartbroken classical musician who can’t accept his missing violinist fiancée “died” a year ago; the case brings them back up against an embittered Nolan who declares that “not every love story has a happy ending” but, much to Angie’s discomfort, is talking about a different “love story” entirely; and Shade feels for everyone, while having his own worries about what exactly his dad is hiding and whether Don Shade might be much longer for this earth.
The answer to the riddle of the missing muso and the fact that Nolan is handling it all wrong is obvious almost as soon as the detective opens his mouth – the more evidence there is the missing Laura is still alive, the more adamant he is that Shade and Angie should accept she’s dead, really? – but there’s a bit of Chopin, a bit of heartache and a recurring joke about Shade trying to bust down doors, so the episode manages to combine the sublime, the tragic and the amiably self-deprecating in the usual entertaining, if slightly more musically high-brow than usual, fashion. And just in case anyone was worried Private Eyes was going to get all serious on us, it culminates in a fun chase round a lovely Concert Hall where everybody gets to be a hero and the notion of Nolangie is dispatched fondly but firmly and (hopefully) finally – bring back Maz, you guys, Nolan is no fun – before a bunch of folk I really like sit down and share some frankly delicious-looking chicken. Good times.