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In Toronto's war on crime,

the worst offenders are
pursued by the detectives

of the specialized Criminal
Investigations unit.

These are their stories.

It's a cut-throat world.

We can be winners, killers,

get all the toys,
get all the friends,

but at the same time,

feel everything slipping
out of your grasp.

But that's the best
part, isn't it?

It is the best part.

To finally get given that...

That gift of rock bottom.

So, Councillor Harding,
some people want a party.

Um, a wake, if you will.

Others want a more
traditional gathering.

Funeral, speeches, sandwiches.

Have you decided on final steps?

- Isn't that why we're here?
- I meant

burial or cremation.

I'm sorry, Miss...

- Haskett.
- I'm sorry,

it's just weird.

Haskett, rhymes with casket.

I'm sure you've
heard that before.

It's too soon.

I know I promised to
meet with you, but

as you can see, I have
a lot on my plate.

I'm sorry.

For Christ's sake, Cindy,

just tell UCC that the
money is on its way.

I don't even know why
we're paying them.

Our kids should be
in a public school,

in my ward.

I mean, this is just

ammunition for my opponents.

Hon, I love you.

Now pay the damn school.

Tat, are you coming?
Council meeting started,

we gotta roll.
- Uh, actually, I can't.

Okay, but the Kingsway
story is gonna be so good.

You can't make me do
all the grunt work.

Um, I know.

I'm not. I... I got a thing.

But look, you go, take notes

and we'll go through
it all tonight.

Okay, fine. Later. I'll...
I'll go take notes.

Thank you.

All good, go.
- Is she gone? - Mm-hmm.

So are you gonna tell me before
I leave? What are you working on?

Not yet. But it's gonna
be epic. Just let me...

I just need to lock
down the source.

Okay. Is this, like, drinks
at the Four Seasons, epic?

Or is it like Taco Bell
at a drive-through, epic?

Uh, Four Seasons,
baby. All the way.

- Oh yeah?
- Mm-hmm.

Okay, then. I'll
see you at work.

Bye.

- Councillor Graham.
- He's late, again.

He's probably sleeping
off another hangover.

Let's give him the
benefit of the doubt.

Maybe he volunteers
in the morning.

Food bank, coaches hockey...

You're new here, Liz?

Mayor McCreigh doesn't
care about the vote.

He just wants to
do what he does,

which is bulldoze all
that boring social housing

and offer that sweet,
sweet, lakeside land

to his development buddies.

- And? So do you.
- Uh-uh.

There's a big difference.

I don't want to
hand it to anyone.

I want to make those
boys work for it

and make some real money
for the city coffers.

P.S, I'll b using
that in our debate.

Do not steal it.

What makes you think I
need your talking points?

'Cause yours are all
unicorns and rainbows.

Which is why I'm gonna win.

We're both strong
candidates for Mayor

and you have to beat me first.

We're neck-and-neck for second.

Well, getting rid of
the immovable number one

is my only priority.

Mayor McCreigh.

The Kingsway Revitalization
Social Housing Project.

That's a mouthful.

I know Councillors
Harding and Graham

have many, many
thoughts on this.

Let's do it.

It's not that big
of a deal, relax!

Two weeks ago, they told us

they're cutting
the budget by 20%.

We're supposed to be
working on this together.

- I know.
- But now, you're working on something new,

and suddenly, you're
screwing our boss?

You're not much of a reporter.

I've been screwing him all year.

Bye!

Ready to talk?

I'm ready to see what
you think you have.

Do you have it with you?

I do. Happy to show it to you.

Union Station in 20 minutes.

I'll find you...
- No need. I know who you are.

Excuse me.

Oh my God. Oh my God!

- Oh my God.
- Are you okay?

Someone call 911!

Third transit
stabbing this month.

Officers in every
station, I mean,

I was right there when
this all happened.

I could have done something...
- It's not your fault, Jamie.

We've detained everyone in here.

Still taking statements,
but right now,

nobody saw anything until
she was on the ground.

- Security footage?
- Yeah, we're pulling it now.

- Yeah.
- Any ID?

No, she didn't have
anything on her.

No ID, no bag, no
purse. This is just,

so random.

Not this one.

Those other attacks
maybe, they were

frenzied, messy, amateur.

Multiple wounds,
multiple witnesses.

But this was one quick
slice across the throat.

Severed her carotid artery
with tactical precision.

This guy knew exactly
what he was doing.

So, this is West one.

There he is.

- How'd you know it was a guy?
- Statistics.

- He's hiding his face.
- Yeah,

he knows where the cameras are.

He scoped it out. He
planned it carefully.

This looks like a targeted hit.

And a robbery. Watch this.

He killed her,
then took her bag.

In a crowd like that,

you could just cut
the bag strap and run.

Instead, he slit her throat.

He wanted what was in that bag,

but he also wanted her dead.

ID just came in.

Victim is Tatiana Wynn, 31,

lives in Seaton Village.
And, wait for it...

She's an investigative
journalist for Toronto Life.

Isn't she the one
who broke the story

on the police
promotions scandal?

Yeah. Not the Chief's
favourite person,

but an annoyingly
good journalist.

The press is gonna
be all over this.

That's one of their
own, Inspector.

Yeah?

You think Tatiana was
working on something

that pissed somebody off?

I think that's the only kinds
of things she worked on.

Tatiana Wynn was working
on a few different stories.

There was the Kingsway
social housing,

the Eglinton Crosstown
boondoggle...

We read about those
on her social media.

We're more interested in stories she
might not have gone out with yet.

Tatiana Wynn took
on big targets.

Any chance she was
pursuing a story

that could have put
her life in danger?

Uh, well, Detective
Graff, there is a...

I can't disclose what
Tat was working on.

Not without revealing
her sources,

which, as you know, would
be completely unethical.

Well, it would also be
completely unethical

to date your younger employee.
Wouldn't it, Mr. Sanjar?

I'm assuming she
answered to you.

That stamp on your hand.

Tatiana, or Tat,
as you call her,

had exactly the same one. A
Martini glass in a circle.

Judging by your rumpled shirt,

I'm guessing you
spent the night.

Yeah.

We went out last night,
and I stayed over.

I left around 9AM,

she was getting ready to go.
- Where?

To meet a source.

Which brings us
back to the story

that she was working on.

Look, she wouldn't tell
me what it was about.

Or who the source was.

She just said that it was big.
- How big?

Like...
drinks-at-the-Four-Seasons big.

Her boss said she was meeting
a source, this morning.

Do you know what
she was working on?

I wish.

She was being super
secretive, competitive,

or maybe I was being
competitive, I don't know.

They're making cuts
at the magazine,

so we both decided to cover
the Kingsway project together.

Wait, do you think someone
murdered her over a story?

I mean, wasn't that
a random stabbing?

Do you remember
anything strange at all?

Any person she mentioned,
any place she talked about?

Okay, this...

This probably sounds
stupid, but a few weeks ago,

she got this package at
work. No return address,

just her name on this
bubble wrap envelope.

And usually, that's
not a big deal, right?

But that night, she came home,

she didn't eat.

She went straight to her room,

spent the rest of
the night in there.

- Doing what?
- I don't know.

I mean, it looked like she
was watching something,

and when I asked,

she closed her computer,
told me to leave.

I'm assuming, if Tatiana
is as secretive as you say,

this thing she was watching,

it's not on the shared
hard drive at work?

She never put anything
on that drive.

So, she must have
had a burner email,

some kind of backup hard drive.

Wait, Detective, I need
to talk to my boss.

You don't even have a warrant.

As a matter of fact, we do.

So you're not liking
her boss for this?

Wrong height, wrong build.

Unless he hired somebody.

It seems unlikely on
a journalist's salary.

It's a very
underpaid profession,

in my humble opinion.

My mother's a journalist.

She works her ass off,
barely makes a living wage.

Great, so...

All we've got is
a shady-looking,

throat-slitting
murderer and... Oh, hi.

This riveting hard drive.
- I know.

It's like this woman didn't
have a personal life.

I don't think you'd
find my personal life

on my hard drive. What
does that even mean?

She was dedicated,
obsessed. A workaholic.

Everything on here
is a potential story.

Tow-truck Mafia,

dog-walker drug ring,
and then... this one.

Mayor. That's all it says.

It's encrypted within
an inch of its life,

it's freaking Fort
Knox. Respect, but...

Well, your job just
got harder than ours.

- Why?
- You're breaking into Fort Knox.

We're just going to City Hall.

Tatiana Wynn's murder?
Did I hear about it?

Are you kidding me?
It's front-page news.

Not good for your morale, is it?

It's the police
department wearing this,

not City Hall.

That's why I upped the budget.

We need more boys
in blue out there.

Did you know her?

I met her a few times.

You don't seem particularly

troubled by her
death, Mayor McCreigh.

Well, I'm not gonna lie to you,

Detective Bateman.
Ms. Wynn wasn't one

of my favourite
people on this planet.

Relentless do-gooder,
woke as hell,

up my ass every time
I take a breath.

But she wouldn't have filed it

without reaching
out for a comment.

She must have
contacted your office

within the last month.

Dara, did we hear from
that reporter this month?

- Which one?
- The dead one from Toronto Life.

Oh, I guess sensitivity training

is not a big thing
here, at City Hall.

- Yes. Six calls last week. You said to put her off.
- Six calls.

Maybe she was gonna give
me a heads-up this time.

Did we know what
the piece was about?

- No idea. Sir, we have...
- Hear that? No idea.

I guess we're done
here, Detectives.

One billion dollars
into your budget.

Millions more into
transit security

and you guys can't
stop criminals

from killing young women in
the street in plain sight?

If I were you, I'd worry
less about what I'm doing,

and more about doing
your own job, huh?

What's going on?

What the fuck is happening?

What's going on?

- Craig!
- I don't know, but they said it's bad.

Scandal.

Following the
release of a video...

Oh, what the hell is this now?
Slain Toronto Life reporter,

Tatiana Wynn.

McCreigh was recorded
saying: "Hey, man,"

nobody is gonna
tell me what to do.

"I'm the goddam Mayor."

After which he is seen
taking a crack pipe

and lighting up.

It has yet to be identified...

I'd say that's
drinks-at-the-Four-Seasons-big.

Wouldn't you?

I definitely don't know
who that man is and...

I sure as hell didn't hire
him to kill that reporter.

And let me guess, you're not
smoking crack in that video, either.

Watch it, Detective.
I sign your cheques.

Oh, not for long. No
disrespect, Mayor,

but I think that this is gonna

put a little damper on
your re-election campaign.

No. No, it won't.

My base is strong.

Look, I went to rehab.

I go to meetings once a week.

I've been on the wagon
for nearly two years now.

That video, that's... years old.

It's fake news.

That cut on your head,
that looks pretty real.

Oh, that was a gym accident.

Whoever said working out
was good for your health

never stood up
into a squat rack.

Oh, my bad. I
mistook it as a wall.

I think that's you
cutting your head

on the same night you
smoked that crack pipe.

And unless you have some
underlying medical condition,

that wound wouldn't
take two years to heal.

When was the video shot?

Two weeks ago.

Around the same time

that Tatiana Wynn received
a mysterious video

that she played on
repeat, all night.

Did she mention that

on any one of the six
phone calls she gave you?

Stop trying to
connect me to her.

I slipped, so what?
I'm not a murderer.

Come on, do you have any idea

how difficult a mayoral
campaign can be?

Everyone watching
you all the time,

judging your every move?

I still get stressed.

So I went to my local.
I thought, you know...

My guy there told me it's
nice and slow on a Tuesday.

I thought, "What the hell.
I'll go in for one drink,

feel like a normal person
for an hour or two."

But you know, one
turns into three.

Doesn't it always?

It wasn't your first Tuesday
you were off the wagon.

Yeah, but it was the one time,

when I stepped out for a
smoke, somebody joined me

and sparked up a crack pipe.

So, I joined him.

Because... I dunno,
that's who I am.

But I didn't see anybody
stuffing a camera in my face.

I didn't see a cellphone.

Does your new
friend have a name?

I don't remember, Detective.

I was smoking crack.

I'm sorry, did I just hear

that you guys accused the Mayor,

of murdering a journalist?

Accused is a strong word.

I'd say we gently prodded.

Well, that's not what
he told the Chief,

who just called me, and now,
I'm gonna say this to you.

You better have a damn
solid case against McCreigh

before you ever go
near him, ever again.

Do you understand me?

McCreigh is the only
person with any motive

to kill Tatiana Wynn.
- While I agree

that McCreigh has both
the means and the motive

to make Tatiana Wynn go away,

please remember that
the people of the city

love him and his "rough
and tumble" ways.

So if we're gonna get into this,

you have to have
serious evidence.

Let's go through this
together, shall we?

If the mayor killed Tatiana
to cover up the video,

then why did it come out anyway?

It may have been
a scheduled post.

Or maybe her
roommate or her boss

could have posted
it from her account?

Tatiana didn't post the video.

The IP address is encrypted.

And the video that
was posted to her feed

is not the same video she
had in her "Mayor" folder.

That's right, I
cracked Fort Knox.

Please hold your applause.

The video Tatiana
had on her drive

is 11 seconds longer

than the one that
ended up online.

Someone made an edit
before they posted it.

- Well, maybe she did?
- Knowing Tatiana Wynn?

Yeah, she would have posted
every single second of it.

Exactly, and the edited video
isn't saved to her hard drive.

This is the section
that was removed.

Notice anything?

Can you take it back
to the big fat pick-up?

There.

Is that a person?

Can you go in?

That. What does
that say? Caribou?

- Carb... Carbon?
- Carbone Properties.

It's a construction
company, here in Toronto.

I'd say we found
our videographer.

Okay. Carbone Properties.

Looks like it's a
construction company

founded by one Aldo Carbone.

You think this could
be our murderer?

He got cut out of the
video for a reason.

And Sarah did say the video
was delivered anonymously,

so maybe Tatiana found
out who this Aldo was

and Aldo didn't
want to be found.

You said you'd be
here hours ago.

Oh, I'm here now.

Come on, get cleaned up,
we're gonna miss the game.

That journalist, the one
you sent the video to?

She was killed.

All right?

That means cops.

If she figured me
out, so can they.

Don't worry about cops.

They're never gonna
find out. Look.

The part of the video
that she saw you in?

I got her to take it out
before she posted it.

- How'd you do that?
- I talked to her.

I reminded her that journalists
have an ethical obligation

to "protect their sources."
She agreed with me.

She gave me the original
file, I destroyed it.

I don't know, man.

Dude, bro, this is messed up!

Yeah, it's messed
up, it's random.

People are getting attacked
on transit all the time.

Are you sure it's random?

I dunno. Maybe McCreigh
had somebody do it for him?

The man's a snake, he's
fighting for his life.

So are you.

I don't wanna go down with him,

I just got back on my feet.

I know.

I'm happy for you, alright?

I told you that my connections
would come through.

I said that you would
get those permits.

You got these permits.
- Got the permits.

Trust me.

We're good?

Any word on Aldo?

No answer at work, wife
said he wasn't home.

When I asked her if
he'd be back soon,

she asked me if hell
had frozen over.

- Ah, domestic bliss.
- Supposedly,

he hangs out at a
pub called Gavigans.

Watches English football
with his friends,

never misses a match. If
he's anywhere, he's there.

I can't stand sports bars.

Into the pits.

Somehow, that
doesn't surprise me.

I do enjoy a bit
of karaoke, though.

Yeah, Aldo. He's
here all the time.

- But not today?
- Haven't seen him yet,

but you can check with
his buddies over there.

What about her? You've
seen her in here before?

Uh, that's the woman
who was killed, right?

The reporter?
- Yeah.

Yeah. She was in here
a couple of weeks ago.

She was looking for Aldo.
- What a coincidence!

We're also looking for Aldo.

He wasn't here.

She sat at the bar
alone, had a soda water.

She watched the game,
made some notes.

And Aldo never showed up?

Oh, he showed up, but
as soon as he saw her

he booked it out of
here pretty quick.

Aldo doesn't love the
mayor, but none of us do.

Always giving contracts
to his friends.

City Hall's a racket.

McCreigh's a man
of the people...

Not if you're in the
construction business.

When you say us, who
do you mean exactly?

Me, Aldo, the boys. You know.

Hey, maybe Foxy
knows where he is.

Foxy, these cops wanna speak
to Aldo. Have you seen him?

- Ah, he's probably on his way.
- Well, great.

We'll talk to you
in the meantime.

Sure, what are we talking about?

Now Harry was just saying
City Hall's a racket.

You agree?

City Hall is a joke.

Does your pal Aldo
feel that way?

You're kidding me?

He once had a little bad
luck on this one project.

He got a month into it,
then the city shut him down

for safety violations.

Yeah, but he got
his permit back.

Now he's building that low-rise.

Lucky son of a bitch.
- Yeah, well, sometimes,

luck is what you need
in the fog of war.

Look, you...

Call us if you hear
from him, okay?

Absolutely.

Tatiana definitely
tracked Aldo here.

But what else did she find?

Maybe she figured out

why a guy whose
construction business

was in the toilet is back
to building a low-rise.

That's a pretty big
contract for somebody

with multiple safety violations.

Well, I just got word
from the permit office.

They reconsidered
his application,

signed off on construction.

He broke ground two weeks ago.

Well

he definitely broke ground.

What's that?

Aldo's permit,
approved two weeks ago.

Well, that's nice.

The day after Tatiana Wynn
received the video of the Mayor.

I'm thinking Aldo
recorded the Mayor

as a favor for
professional gain.

A video for a permit.

Maybe Aldo wasn't the only one
who wanted to remain anonymous.

Not if he was working
for somebody else.

You call the permit office?
- I did.

Guess who "called in a
favour" with the clerk there

to help expedite Aldo's permits?

Mayoral candidate, John Graham.

Councillor Graham!

Your thoughts on the
Mayor McCreigh video?

The video of our Mayor
smocking crack, uh...

Look, McCreigh should
drop out of the race.

This is not the
kind of leadership

we want our children to see.

Councillor Harding, do
you care to comment?

I have no comment on
Mayor McCreigh's drug use.

I will say that
the vote on keeping

the Kingsway Revitalization
Project has gone through.

And I'm excited to tell you all

that we will save the homes
of 200 vulnerable citizens

at our Kingsway site...
- So, uh...

Councillor Harding
is all about housing,

but you will notice
that she refuses

to discuss our current
Mayor's transgressions.

A vote for Liz
Harding is no better

than a vote for
Crackie McCreigh.

Councillor, can
you expand on this?

- No, I'm sorry, no.
- Thank you, thank you.

Mr. Graham, we need a moment.

I'm sorry, I don't have time

for any more questions
from the press.

Then, it's a good
thing we're police.

I'm always happy to
help the department,

but I have a televised
debate to prepare for.

I think a phone call
would have sufficed.

Oh, we find that
homicide interviews

are much more
revealing face-to-face.

Oh, good thing the only
place I kill is the polls.

What about pits? Yesterday,

a man named Aldo Carbone died
at his construction site.

We found him at the bottom
of a pit that he was digging,

thanks to a permit that
you helped him get.

I don't work at
the permit office.

But you're on the
Planning Committee,

where you spend a lot of
time with someone who does.

Peter Barnes. Head of Approvals.

He recently expedited
five new builds

with questionable
environmental assessments

submitted by development
firms that fund your campaign.

Then, drag Barnes down here.
I don't know this Aldo guy.

So, you didn't ask Aldo Carbone

to record McCreigh
smoking crack?

Or instruct him to deliver
that video to Tatiana Wynn?

What?

Um, where did you hear this?

Some cog from the permit office?

That's slander.
- Or it's true.

I just had to say
"murder" and "fraud",

and that clerk dropped your name

faster than McCreigh's
poll standings.

Which is exactly
what you wanted,

if you were to stand a chance.

So you made a deal with Aldo.

A damning video for
a building permit.

But Tatiana Wynn found out.

Which led her to you.

To be fair,

you didn't have
much of a choice.

If you wanted to keep your
collusion out of the news,

Tatiana Wynn and Aldo
Carbone had to go.

Look, I wish that
I could take credit

for McCreigh's epic
flameout, but I can't

because I didn't do it.

See, someone smarter
than me found out

where he goes for his
Tuesday night benders,

and I say chapeau
to that genius.

Now, as far as
murder is concerned,

um, I have an alibi.

The Mayor is down in the polls?

Can you believe
this? It's amazing.

Mayor was too distracted to
vote on the Kingsway project.

He lost by one.

Social housing stays,
big win for Liz Harding.

Think that's why
she's up in the polls?

Yeah, that, and the crack.

Yeah. McCreigh, man,

never thought he'd lose.

Yeah, well...

All it took was the
noiseless harmony of genius.

Maybe you paid someone
to do it for you.

On a public servant's salary?

You manage to pay
for private school.

Four of your boys,
I see, go to UCC.

That's a controversial choice.

- My wife...
- Works at a non-profit.

How do you think such
an altruistic family

can afford such an
expensive school?

Because maybe instead of videos,

John here accepts bribes
from people like Aldo.

Might actually be worse
for his political career.

Right. At least
with a crack video,

you're telling the public
something they should know,

but if you're just a criminal,

you're out on your ass.

John, if you tell us

everything you know
about Aldo Carbone,

your little scheme doesn't
have to leave this room.

And that's not a
politician's promise,

that's real.

Fine.

I made a call.

I finessed the guy's permit.

I never met him before,
never saw him again.

So, you just take bribes from
any old Joe off the street?

No.

The people who come
to me are vetted.

Oh my God.

Oh, I can't believe
I fell for it.

Oh, that bitch.

I didn't think
she had it in her.

John Graham told you I set
him up to take a bribe?

Asshole.

I know John sometimes
colours outside the lines,

but I would never, ever suggest

someone engage with
him in that manner.

I mean, Jesus. No.

But you did know Aldo Carbone.

I met him once.

It's awful, what
happened to him.

How did you meet him?

My husband introduced
us at a campaign event.

They were acquaintances.

Aldo lived in our ward.

He needed help with
zoning laws and permits,

stuff for his business.

It's not my thing,

so I got my assistant to
introduce him to John.

No mention of bribes, may I add.

I take it you're
not a fan of John's.

No, but he has skills.

He's on the Planning
Committee of a reason.

I don't go for those big boards,

I'm more interested

in the service part
of public service.

Seems you're not alone.

What do you mean?

Your husband, he was military?

I'm surprised I haven't seen him

during your campaign.

Parading a decorated
veteran around for votes?

- Hmm.
- Not my style.

Besides, he's retired.

Hmm, he still seems pretty busy.

My husband is basically
my other campaign manager.

I mean, I wouldn't say that
to my campaign manager,

but you know...

Is that signed Aaron Helfand?

You a fan?

Bombers for life, my
dad loves these guys.

We used to watch all the
games together at his local.

Hmm, Todd does the same. Or did.

He's not much of
a drinker anymore.

You sure? Ondansetron.

That's a hangover killer.
Anti-nausea, right?

They aren't for that.
I'm sorry, I'm confused.

What does Aldo Carbone's
death have to do with me?

Is this your husband?

- Love of my life.
- Todd, right?

Is he home?

He's getting my dry
cleaning, actually.

My suit for tonight.

I have this debate and so...
- That's right.

We'll let you get to it.

She's the vixen, he's the Todd.

Todd, Middle English
for fox. Foxy.

And I just thought he
had a dumb nickname.

What? I read Chaucer.

I gotta give it to him, though.

Fake drunk on a
Thursday afternoon?

Sly as his nickname.
The Bombers for life,

that signed Aaron
Helfand football?

How'd you even know that?

I have the internet, Graff.

Speaking of bombers, you think

that decorated soldier knows
his way around a knife?

He also probably believes in
killing for the greater good.

AKA ensuring his wife ejects

that barnacle
McCreigh from office.

'Cause he knows that
Florence Nightingale in there

is never gonna play
dirty enough to be mayor.

Yup.

So a candidate's husband
and a construction worker

meet in a bar?

This sounds like the
beginning of a terrible joke.

Or the beginning a
fiendish friendship.

Can we just skip
to the punch line?

Yeah. So we think Liz's husband,

Todd Harding, set the Mayor up.

Probably heard from Liz about
his Tuesday night benders.

Apparently, everyone on
council knew about them.

He sends his soccer
buddy, Aldo, on a mission.

Tempt the Mayor with
crack, but get in on video.

Todd then delivers the
video to Tatiana Wynn

and in return,
Aldo, through Todd,

gets an introduction
to John Graham,

who, in turn, gives him
his building permit.

Aldo's back in business.
- So...

What? Todd outs his
wife's primary opponent,

Mayor McCreigh, as a crackhead?

It's not great for Election Day.

- Well...
- Okay.

But so far, all I hear
is a lot of conspiracy,

not much murder.

And no DNA evidence of
Todd at either scene,

no witnesses who saw him.

He's a similar height to the guy

in the sky walk security video

but so are about 200,000
other men in this city.

Anything of substance
here at all?

Motive.

We believe that Tatiana
Wynn had that video

for at least two weeks
before it was released.

So, why hold it back?

Because she was looking
into where it came from.

The missing 11 seconds
put Aldo at the scene.

She traced it to Aldo,
which led her to Todd.

And that's when she realized

this video wasn't
the whole story.

No. The real story

is about the man
who set up the mayor

so his candidate wife could win.

- Oh, ain't love grand?
- Now,

unfortunately, Todd found out

that Tatiana was taking the
story in exactly that direction.

So he got rid of her
to protect his identity

and Liz's campaign.

Released the video himself,

then killed Aldo to
tie up any loose ends.

Wicked theory, but
I don't even think

it supports a fraud charge,
let alone first-degree murder.

All you got is a dead guy

connected to the husband
of some politician,

through some sports bar.

You can't put someone on trial
for liking the same soccer team.

Believe me, I've tried.

I agree with our crown attorney.

The only way Todd
Harding is going to see

the inside of a jail
cell is if he confesses

to murdering Tatiana,
or Aldo or both.

Do you have any leverage
to get Todd talking?

Does mortality count?

You are sweating
a lot, McCreigh.

You in detox?
- Yeah, 100% clean, John,

unlike your financial records.

That's funny, coming from you.

I see the knife fight's started.

- Oh yeah.
- Careful, Liz.

You don't want to seem glib
about the recent murders.

Unless you're more cutthroat
than I thought you were.

You see, now you got me going.

I'm dropping out of the race.

It's a good thing we
have campaign insurance.

I'll announce it on-air tonight,

and release a statement
tomorrow morning.

But wait. What? Liz, Liz, Liz...

Liz, honey,

you are just nervous.

You can win this.
- I know I can.

And I'm not nervous.

But right now,

I have way more important
things to focus on.

I want to ride an
elephant in Sri Lanka,

and then I want
to make you buy me

a stupidly big sapphire ring.

Liz, do you know

what has got me
going all this time?

Is knowing that I have
enough life left in me

to watch you win.

Come on.

You don't care about
elephants and sapphires.

Do you?

I care about you.

And I know that
and I believe you.

But you know what is most
important to me right now?

Is watching you finish

what we have worked
so hard for together,

fixing this city.

You, doing what you love.

That's all I care about.

Stand by, two minutes.

You are the person.

You are the good person.

It's your time.

Now, go out there and get it.

Sure, it's easy to say we
need more affordable housing.

I need the Leafs to win the cup.

But where does the
money come from?

Well, maybe it should come
from your construction buddies.

The same buddies that...
- Do you ride the bus, John,

when you drop your
kids off at UCC?

Mayor McCreigh, please
let Councillor Graham...

Ever the doting husband.

If I didn't know
he was a killer,

I might be jealous.

I think you can do
better than Todd.

You built your platform
off the public housing,

so how do you feel
about the housing crisis

that our city is
currently facing?

- That it is exactly what...
- What's wrong with this picture?

We need to increase taxes
on the wealthiest citizen.

She's great, but I'd be
throwing away my vote.

Why do you say that?

Oh, the system's
broken. Dice are loaded,

lies win over truth.
Asshat McCreigh here,

he smokes a crack
pipe, kisses a baby,

and it's fake news,
love that guy.

John Graham, he stomps
his little feet,

lines his drawers with cash.

But you know, he seems okay.

Liz Harding,

she's the anomaly.

She understands the issues

and knows what to do about them

because he cares,
she cares deeply.

Should she be our next mayor?

Without a doubt.

Could even fix this city,

but I'm still not
voting for her.

Why not?

Because her husband
killed two people

to get her there.

It's Foxy, right?

Or is it Todd?

Although we met at the bar,

I didn't know you were
married to Liz Harding.

Can I help you with
something, Detective?

I actually got a tour
of your office, today.

I saw your medals.

Star of Military Valour,
that's quite the honour.

How'd that one come about?

That's not something
I like to talk about.

That's okay, I know
what you got it for.

Afghanistan, 2006. Ambush Alley.

All hell breaks loose,

and you lose four
soldiers in five minutes.

So with time and
options running out,

you take point

and single-handedly, you
terminate the Taliban threat,

with just a machine gun
and a rocket launcher.

That's an awful lot of war talk

from someone who's
never been in one.

In any case,

that was a problematic mission.

So was this one.

You went into battle for love,

but all you got was
collateral damage.

Oh, I know you didn't
want to kill Tatiana Wynn

or Aldo Carbone.

You probably couldn't
have killed Tatiana

if you'd had to
look her in the eye.

She was bright,

she was shiny,

and she was just doing her job.

But she was on to
you and you knew

that if anyone
found out about it,

your wife's campaign
would be dead.

But then again,

you will be too, soon enough.

Yeah. I'd say you've only
got three months left.

All the anti-nausea drugs,

the funeral planning.

I'm fine.

Did you think she
couldn't win on her own?

She can win. And she will.

No, not after this comes
out. Murdering husband,

it's some pretty
unpleasant optics.

Oh, you have no proof.

Yeah, but I won't stop
until I find some.

How do you like your odds?

Well, as you say, I don't
have much time left.

So try me.

I'm not worried about you.
I'm thinking about Liz.

You see, my partner, here,

she's pretty eager for
the debate to wind up

so she can take your
wife in for questioning.

My wife is incorruptible.

Maybe.

I'm pretty sure
she's not involved.

But she might be.

So we'll bring her in,

she'll be investigated,

and that will be
front-page news.

'Cause those two sharks,

they'll smell blood and
make a meal out of it.

Even if she walks away
clean from all of this,

Liz's career will be
dead before you are.

Todd, I think you
mistook politics for war.

Because this isn't a
war, it's a circus.

And two innocent
people are dead.

So, if you come with me now,

I'll take your statement.

You acted alone, she
had no knowledge of it.

I'll get my partner
to stand down

and we'll keep this
as quiet as we can

until after the election
and Liz will probably win.

And when it does
finally come out,

she'll have full,
legitimate deniability.

She'll get to tell
her side of the story.

Unwitting wife of a
husband who went too far.

Then she'll have
four years in office

to fix this place.

This is my battlefield
confession?

Sure.

Any last words?

Colonel?

Do me one favour.

Walk me out the back.

I don't want to
ruin this for her.

If it's any consolation,

she looks like she's
doing just fine.

I can't imagine being unaware

of such blatant
cronyism. But if I were,

perhaps, I wouldn't
be fit to serve,

or council on the
Planning Committee.

And when I say
serve, I mean serve.

I'm not here to look at
my face on the signs,

or name a street after myself.

I'm here to make a difference.

I'm not here for
money or influence.

I'm Liz Harding,

and I'm here to
serve you, Toronto.

You really think you can
keep this out of the press

until election day?
- Probably not.

Might even call
Toronto Life myself.

That is pretty
cynical, even for you.

I don't like politics.

But Tatiana did.

I'm booking a booth
at the Four Seasons,

tomorrow night.

Buy that drink Tatiana
never got to have.

Difuze