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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.

Hey, Dad.

Is this seat taken?

Sorry, I'm saving it
for a world-famous cello player.

The next Yo-Yo Ma, in fact.

Well, you're going to be
waiting a while for her.

I talked to financial aid

at Boston College
of Music today.

There are no loans

for non-U.S. students,
and they're not giving out

any scholarships this year.

You know, I'm gonna defer it.

I'm gonna save up. I'm gonna
work for a year or two,

I'm just gonna...
- No, no, no, no, Karina. No.

You've waited long enough
for this.

I've been setting money aside.

We're going to make this work.

You know, I always wanted
to be a pilot.

Leave the world behind,
start a new adventure every day.

My parents didn't have the money
to send me to school.

So with you,
it's gonna be different.

Jay Diaz, Jay Diaz.

Okay. How much?

Nine, nine and a half?

Why don't we just make it 10?

Make the math a little cleaner.

Okay. I'll float you the 10.

15 points each week.

Compounded.

That shouldn't be a problem, yeah.

Thanks, Felix.

Hey.

What do you need it for?

Hey. I'm gonna grab a coffee,
wanna join?

Yeah? Oh, I just picked up
an extra shift. Next time?

Yeah. Getting that OT money.
Smart man.

Just deleted your number.
Return the favour?

Come on, man.

I thought we'd stay friends.

Thanks, man.

What is this?

You gotta open it.

My birthday's not
for a few weeks.

Aren't you excited?

Hey. Your friend Jay
is here to see you.

Says he just wants to talk.

He's been drinking.

It's okay. I'll deal with it.

Hey, Jay. What's going on?

- It's Karina.
- Is she okay?

Yeah. No.
Listen man, I messed up.

Really bad.
I don't know what to do.

It-It's okay.

I gotta talk to you.

Listen, Jay.

I gotta go back to work, man.

Um, what about I...

I help you get in a cab?

- I gotta talk to you.
- Yeah, I know, I know. I know.

Okay.

Dad! Dad! Open up!

Hey, hey, hey.
She gave me the key.

You called the landlord?
I've been calling non-stop.

I can hear the phone
ringing inside.

I talked to his work
and they said...

It's okay, it's okay.
He's just probably sleeping in.

Diego, I really think
something's wrong.

I think something
is seriously wrong.

Just wait here.
Just wait here.

Dad?

Dad...

No! Dad! No!

Dad!

Jay Diaz. 56 years of age.
His name came up in C-PIC.

Served just under two years
in 2008

after his third B and E.

Got a record suspension in 2019
and has been working

as a ramp agent
at Pearson ever since.

He was found by his daughter
and a family friend at 10 a.m.

Called in the suicide.

Daughter collapsed
from the shock.

The friend took her
to get checked out.

Caldorez. This rum goes for,
what, 200 bucks a bottle?

The pills look like Lorazepam.

Maybe he washed them down
with a few drinks.

That's what I thought
at first, Detective Bateman.

A common cocktail to calm
the nerves

before taking your own life.
- And yet, you called us in.

Meaning you suspect foul play.

Why?

First off, Detective Graff,
he didn't leave a note.

75 % of suicides
don't leave a note. What else?

I don't know.

It just seemed off.
I had a hunch.

I'm sorry.

Well, don't be.
Hunches are nascent theories.

We just have to test them out.

And the stool would be
a good place to start.

Factoring in the victim's height
and the length of the noose...

Well, the victim's toes
would only reach to here.

It's hard to kick the bucket
when you're hovering above it.

He didn't even need the stool
to begin with.

Victim could've jumped
from the stairs

or the countertop.
If this was a suicide.

The paint wore away
from friction

when the killer pulled him up
to the hanging position.

You're right, Officer Jong.
This is a homicide.

- Good work.
- There's no sign of struggle,

but we have the pills
to thank for that.

Except Jay didn't know
he was taking them.

The killer crushed them up
and slipped them in his drink.

White residue from the bonding
agent of the pills.

It dissolves in liquid,
but reforms when dry.

Which means the killer planted
those pills as a smoke screen

to fool us so that when
Lorazepam comes back

on the tox report,
we won't think anything of it.

And what's this?

Found that in his wallet.
It's a worker's hotline

for Pearson airport
to log sick days,

contact security, request OT.

Did any neighbours report
hearing a fight last night?

No, not that I've heard.
But I can ask around.

Bateman.

I think it's time
we talk to the daughter.

Are you sure
you're gonna be okay?

- Yeah.
- If you need me,

I'm gonna be in my room.

We went to your apartment.

Your roommate said
you were staying here.

Yeah, I just need to be
with family right now.

Um, Diego Rojas?

He was with you
when you found your father?

I thought Diego
was your father's friend.

I didn't realize
you were related.

He's basically my second dad.

I lived with him for two years
when I was eight.

When your father was in prison?

My mom died when I was three,

and Diego was the only family
I had left.

And you planning
to move back in?

No. Uh...

Diego, he's moving out
at the end of the month,

and gonna live with his mom.

And I'll go...
I'll go back to my apartment

when I'm feeling better.

What instrument do you play?

Cello. Why?

Well, at your father's
apartment,

we found a Boston College
of Music mug.

One of the top music
programs in the world.

He must've been very proud.

He really was.

When he tried to give me

the mug, we got into
this huge argument,

and I just, I threw it
against the wall.

And the last thing I ever said
to him was that I hated him.

What triggered the fight?

When he gave me the mug,
he said he was gonna

pay for my tuition.

Which would be impossible
on his salary.

Were you concerned about
where he would get the money?

When I asked him, he said
not to worry about it.

So of course,
I worried even more.

And I figured
he was stealing again,

so I freaked out at him
and I said

that he had to give back
all the money that he stole

or I was just going
to cut him out of my life.

I just, I couldn't risk
losing him to jail again.

He said he was gonna
try and fix things...

But I just knew he was lying.

Last night,
Jay came to the diner I work at.

Do you recall what time?

It was just after my break,

so 9:15? 9:20?

He was drunk and I was
in the middle of a shift,

so I sent him home in a cab.

Diego, we believe
Jay was murdered.

That his suicide was staged.

Did Jay mention anything
suspicious lately?

Start hanging around new people?

No, no. I mean,

he made some mistakes
when he was younger,

but once he got out of jail,
he put all that behind.

So, your victim was
on the straight and narrow

until the pressure to provide
for his daughter

puts him in contact
with some unsavoury characters,

one of whom kills him.

If he turned back to crime,

I'd start with
where he left off.

Well, great minds.
This is Jay's record.

He worked solo, stole jewelry
from homes in Forest Hill.

Got caught selling it
at Chuck's Cash-For-Gold

on St. Clair West.
- $2,000 watch

and a couple of earrings.
I'm sorry,

but some old lady's pearls

aren't gonna get your kid
through college in America.

What you got?
- Jay's credit card statement.

Two weeks ago, there's a charge

from Felson Countertops for 5k,

and I don't think
he was remodeling his kitchen.

Maybe he stepped up his game?

Sometimes you gotta
spend money to make money.

How does it fit in?

Well, I'm still working
on that, Inspector.

- Primrose.
- I'm sorry?

A week ago,
there's a charge to Primrose.

The best bagels in the city.

I appreciate the recommendation.

It's on Oakwood,
just north of St. Clair.

Right up the street
from Chuck's Cash-For-Gold.

Yeah, he came in a week ago.

He wanted to send me
some cheap bangles.

10 karats. Stuff I wouldn't
give my ex-mother-in-law.

Did you suspect
they were stolen?

Fool me twice. Last time
I did business with him,

I almost lost my license.

I wasn't gonna go through
that again.

I only buy clean gold now.

Yes, I see.
"Bring in your gold,

I give you cash.
No questions asked."

Obviously, you didn't
read the disclaimer.

"No stolen goods."

Chuck, to be able to read that,

I'd need to borrow
your jeweller's loupe.

Nevertheless, I didn't buy
one single thing from him.

Now you can take
my word on that.

If we wanted something
a little more solid

than your word?
- Detective, these cameras

are fake.
I am an elderly gentleman

who has no relationship
with technology.

Of course our Cash-For-Gold
proprietor

doesn't have any
working security cameras.

Chuck wouldn't want any illegal
transactions captured on tape.

No, but I did find this angle
from a store on the same block.

That's Jay in the brown shirt
walking into Chuck's.

And then he came back out
and went to his van.

- Jay had a vehicle?
- Yeah, as of last week.

Motor vehicle registration.
He bought a used van on Tuesday.

He must've been
hauling something heavy.

A cube van like that
could handle two baby grands.

I worked for a moving
company in college.

Ah, those first edition
Epic of Gilgameshes

don't pay for themselves.
- No, they do not.

So, we have a puzzling trinity.

What was the cargo?
When was he moving it?

And from where to where?

I searched through
Pearson Airport's

cargo surveillance.
Jay didn't drive his van to work

the day of his murder,
but someone else did.

That is a different driver.

But the same rusted mirror.

It's a different plate.

Plates are fake.
I ran the driver

through facial recognition.
No hits, but check this out.

- What's he picking up?
- I don't know the contents,

but it's a ULD.
Universal Load Device.

Airport standard shipping crate.
A box for a box.

1109,

1208...

1118. There we are.

Package came in yesterday

direct from Frankfurt.

Flight 4891.

There's no record
of who picked it up?

You don't record
the receiver's ID?

We're short-term cargo.

Not exactly Fort Knox.

Most of our shipments
are alive seafood

or fresh-cut flowers
with a carbon footprint

larger than a small country.

And as for your package...

Eight slabs of marble.

Was the sender
Felson Countertops?

- Yep.
- Why would Jay hire a driver

to transport a shipment
of marble that he ordered?

Because he was busy offloading
flight 4891 from Frankfurt.

The exact same flight
that was carrying his shipment.

According to this work log,
Jay took an overtime shift

to ensure that he was
the only ramp agent

working inside that plane.

Yeah, but he had company
on the tarmac.

Five armed guards were assigned

to transport a shipment
from the same flight.

Is that usual?
- Not really.

But, when there's
high-value shipments,

armed guards transport
them directly

to their secured facility
just off the tarmac.

If you're looking for
a Fort Knox,

that may be more your speed.

When you say high-value,

how high are we talking?

20 delivery bars
of gold bullion.

Which would be worth upwards
of $24 million.

Quite the pretty penny.
- I assigned four guards

along with myself to supervise
a ULD

carrying the gold from the plane
to our facility.

I never let that shipment
out of my sight

from the moment it touched
the tarmac

until I personally
locked it into the safe.

What about inside the plane?

Any eyes on it then?
- Armed guards never

enter the fuselage.

Only ramp agents are allowed.

We're gonna need you
to open that up.

And the crate.

It needs to remain sealed

until we deliver it
to the receiver.

It's company policy.

We're gonna have to insist.

It's company policy.

Looks like someone picked up
the wrong package.

24 million dollars
worth of gold stolen.

The largest heist
in our country's history.

Jay Diaz's murder
is inextricably linked

to this gold heist.
We find out who did this,

and we get his killer.
- And I would start

with the $24 million question:

how did Jay
swap the marble for gold?

That's quite the trick.
- Well, like any magic trick,

the answer
is disappointingly simple.

Please, disappoint me.

I spoke with Felson Countertops.

Jay bought a crate full
of marble,

and he specifically requested
that it be shipped

on a particular flight
on Tuesday from Frankfurt.

Now, also on that same flight,

was a gold shipment
from a German refinery.

Here's the kicker.
Universal load device.

All packages are stored
in identical metal crates.

Meaning that both
the gold and the marble

are stored in identical
metal crates.

The only thing
that sets them apart

is their waybill number.

Yeah. I've been
to Atlantic City.

You're gonna run
a shell game, right?

I don't have to,
because when Jay was alone

inside the hull of the plane
offloading the cargo,

he simply swapped the waybills,
and abracadabra.

There aren't any cameras
in the hull of the plane,

but the lab found traces
of grease remover

on the gold waybill.

Petroleum oil is
an effective way to dissolve

adhesive bonds.
- The swap was over

before either crate
left the plane.

When it hit the tarmac,

the marble was whisked away
by armed guard,

whereas the gold itself
was taken

to a low-security warehouse

where Jay's driver,
with the marble waybill,

picked it up.
- This job had multiple players.

Maybe our Cash-For-Gold guy
knows more than he's letting on.

Mark's going through
nearby surveillance

to see if Jay dropped off
any gold after the heist.

And while that
on the back burner,

find out who else
Jay was working with.

Figure out his plan.
- How did he even know

that the gold was coming
to Pearson in the first place?

Ramp agents don't have
access to shipping manifests.

There was a leak.
- She'll be very interested

in whatever you find.

Lina Henkel, owner
of the gold refinery Jay robbed.

I was accompanying the shipment

from my refinery in Germany
to my plant in North Bay.

I landed the same day as my gold

and still, your excuse
of an airport let this happen.

Well, we can't all be
as German as the Germans.

You may think this
is a drop in the bucket

for some faceless corporation,

but I am the sole owner
of this refinery.

I am personally out $24 million.

Not to mention the PR nightmare
I am in.

Who will buy from a refinery
that can't deliver

its own gold
without it disappearing?

Well, gold doesn't actually
disappear, right?

I read somewhere that
all the gold

that's ever been mined
in the world still exists.

It's all still out there.
In jewelry, in vaults.

In sunken treasure.

Let's hope, for your purposes,

my gold is easier to locate.

Hm.

It's my lawyer,

I have to take this.

We just have one final question.

Did anyone else know which
flight your gold would be on?

Only the armed
transport service.

With gold, discretion is key.

But you couldn't hide
from the tax man.

The customs paperwork
for your shipment.

You pay 15% of the total value
of your shipment in tariffs.

$3.6 million.

Now, anyone at the customs
department could figure out

that your cargo was valuable.
Not so discreet.

Uh, yeah. I have clearance
for this info.

Along with 47 other
customs agents.

Well, according
to your colleagues,

the other 47 don't spend
their lunch break with Jay.

For someone who just started
working here three months ago,

you and Jay became fast friends.

About a month ago,
I noticed the tariffs

for this shipment,
so I told my boss

to assign airport police
for added security.

The guy's a chauvinist.
Hated me telling him what to do.

I vented to Jay about it
as a friend,

and he must've filed it away.

Stella, where were you
the night of the murder?

The 29th between 11:00
and 1:00 a.m.?

I-I was out on King Street
with friends.

I got home around 3:00.

Look, I had no idea Jay
was gonna get wrapped up

in all this. Okay? I feel sick
about what happened.

So if there's anything
I can go to help...

Well, there is, actually.

Have you ever seen
this man before?

Yeah. Actually, I've seen him
around the airport a lot.

I think he's a limo driver.

I had no idea
I was transporting any gold.

Jay gave me papers
to pick up a package,

said not to look inside,
so I didn't look inside.

You know, I should've, though.

The guy only paid me
1,000 bucks.

Oh, 1,000 bucks to transport

a significant amount of gold?
Lousy deal.

Why should Jay make money
off your hard work?

Maybe you decided
you wanted to take back

your fair share. You went to see
Jay later on that night...

That's impossible. That night,
I was with my wife at the Hyatt

for a little staycation.

Blowing the money I got
to courier the package.

Courier. That's the new word
for getaway driver.

I like it.
- Unwitting getaway driver.

Joseph...

Look, Jay kept me in the dark.

All he said was to swap
the plates on the van,

use it to pick up the package,

drop it off at a storage locker,
then ditch the van.

Storage locker?

Looks like someone
beat us to the draw.

Officers found the cube van
in a parking lot by the airport.

Nothing inside.
- No sign of forced entry.

So the killer had a key
to get in and take the gold.

Maybe.
Or before Jay was killed,

he moved the gold out of here.

Stealing, that's one thing,
but in order to sell it,

he'd need a washer.
Someone to smelt it down

and recast it for resale.

Maybe the washer got greedy.

Might've killed Jay
after he brought in the gold,

kept it all for himself?

I think it's time
we check on the back burner.

Come on, check your notes.

I told you the truth
the last time.

Jay came in looking
to sell stolen gold.

Right, but you just glossed
over a tiny little detail.

Instead of trying to sell
some cheap bangles,

Jay wanted help cleaning
20 bars of gold bullion.

Devil's in the details, Chuck.

He said he wanted
to recast some gold

that he was coming into,

and I said that
I would do it at a modest fee.

But maybe you wanted your fee
to be a little less modest?

I mean, Jay drops off gold
to wash. He ends up dead.

And your cut is suddenly
much more robust.

Well, that's all well and good,

but Jay didn't drop off the gold

like he was supposed to
on the 30th.

That's because he was killed
the day before.

And that is tragic,
but I am telling you

not one ounce of his gold
entered my store.

Well, our tech guy, Mark,

he's going to be
the judge of that,

'cause he's currently going over
all the outside surveillance.

Be my guest.
I got nothing to hide.

So when Jay came in,
did he mention if he was

working with anyone?

I wish I could be of more help.

Hm. I think you can.

How 'bout you tell us
who Jay was working with,

and we won't go get a warrant
to comb through your store

and look into
the questionable providence

of your entire inventory.
Are you with me?

When he first came in,
he said he was looking

for some seed money for the job.

He needed cash to buy the van.

And I may have connected him
with an angel investor.

Ms. Diaz. Sorry for your loss.

Your father will be
dearly missed.

How are you holding up?

Sorry, what'd you say
your name was?

I didn't. I knew your father
through business.

I gave him a sizeable loan
before he took his French exit.

Look, I don't know
what you're talking about.

Dad never mentioned a loan,

and I don't have
any of his money.

Surely he left you something.
Cash, gold, jewelry?

Karina?

Everything okay?

Yeah, just offering
my condolences.

- You okay?
- Yeah.

Meet Jay's angel investor.
Felix Martinez.

No mug shot,
no prior convictions?

No, but he's in our system
as a known associate

of the Altos.

The crime family responsible

for the Bathurst Street
shooting?

And the Willowdale drive-by.

Jay thought he was just
dealing with a loan shark,

when in fact he was
borrowing from the mob.

They could have known
that he had just come into

$24 million worth of gold.
Jay was walking around

with a target on his back.

The question is,

did Felix have his finger
on the trigger?

I'm all too familiar
with Felix Martinez.

Runs a Portuguese café
as a front

for his loan shark operation.

Backed by the Alto crime family.

- Huh.
- Tried to put him away

three years ago, no luck.

Well, you're losing
your touch, Forrester.

No, no.
Martinez is just that good.

It takes humility to know
you've been bested.

Felix is a master
at insulating himself

from anything illegal.
Outsources all the dirty jobs.

- Like murder?
- Wouldn't put it past him.

You're thinking Felix
fronted Jay money for the heist,

Jay does all the hard work,

then Felix steals the gold
out from under him?

The best person to steal from
is another thief.

- No recourse.
- In comes a hired gun

who silences Jay

so that he doesn't draw
any unwanted attention

to our honest café owner.
- And where is this front?

Little Portugal?
- Geary.

Why, craving custard tarts?

Yeah, I met him once.

It's possible he came
looking for a loan.

Perhaps.

Maybe, possible, perhaps.

Your lexicon seems
to lean a little heavy

on the hypotheticals.

Well, my business, it has to.

And what business
is that, exactly?

- Hospitality.
- Is that what you call it?

Yeah.

Okay.

Fine.

If you loaned Jay money,
he may have used that money

to steal a large
shipment of gold.

And if you wanted
a bigger return on your loan,

all you would've had to do
is take it from him.

Yeah, yeah.
But I never touched Jay.

- Okay.
- Do you mind? Thank you.

You know,

I know you'd never hurt a fly.

You would never be caught
in the same room as Jay.

But what about your goons?

Look.

You don't want to talk to us,
that's fine.

We could come back here,
maybe have lunch.

I don't know, every day?

Give us a little more time
to question your associates.

Trust me, detectives.
I make a much better friend

than I do an enemy.

So do we.

Okay. I'll make it quick,

'cause frankly, you're making
my customers uncomfortable.

The day the gold disappeared,

one of my men may have gone
to visit Jay

to have a friendly conversation.

When Jay got home at 10:00,
he wasn't alone.

There was another man with him.

My guy waits around.

Jay's guest never leaves.

After an hour or so,
my guy goes home.

He was never inside.

So how did Jay and this man
get home? By bus, foot?

- They got out of a cab.
- And this mystery man,

what did he look like?

He's tall.

Curly hair, Latin looking.

40-ish. Enjoy the tarts.

Diego.

So, here.

Here.

And that's all.

Alright.

So can I buy her flight now?
- Uh, not quite.

We need to submit
your mother's package, first.

I'll expedite it, which will
cut down on time, but...

I hate to bring up the fee.

I know, I just
need a few more days.

The firm has a grace period
for invoices,

but that passed weeks ago.

Sorry but the partners
are telling me

that your mother's application
will be frozen

until the firm receives payment.

Of course. I'll have it to you
by the end of week.

You suspect Diego,
the victim's best friend,

because a loan shark said so?

Look, I know Felix
has every reason to lie.

But we've exhausted the entire
heist team as suspects.

The driver's
and the gold washer's alibi

are solid.
- Frankie, don't conflate

hitting a brick wall
with having a breakthrough.

It's still highly likely
that one of Felix's men

killed Jay.
- Okay, but we also know

that Jay went to see Diego on
the night that he was murdered.

What if Diego left work
and went home with Jay?

And before you ask, we have
tried to track down the cab.

So far, no hits.
- Let's say you're right.

Diego kills Jay
to steal the gold. Why?

Greed? His best friend
is gonna need

a much better reason than that.

There is a much
stronger reason. It's family.

We visited Diego
at his apartment.

He was packing his things up.

He's moving into a new place
with his mother,

so I searched her up.

No license, no passport,

'cause it turns out she lives
in Venezuela.

Also I just found this
from a few months ago.

Expired now.
- Diego started a crowdsourcing

campaign for his mother

diagnosed with
stage three breast cancer.

He was raising money

to get her to Canada
for treatment.

Yeah, but look how
little he raised.

He only raised 10%.

And yet he's moving
into a new place

in anticipation of her arrival.

Jay cut in his friend?

Well, if he did,
Diego didn't just

want the gold to get rich.

He needed it to save his mom.

The last time I saw Jay
was at work.

I was there until 4:00 a.m.

You can ask my manager.
Here's her number, here.

Oh, don't bother.
We already have.

- Oh.
- At the time of the murder,

she said you were working
in the basement on inventory.

Alone.

Diego.

Did Jay tell you anything
about the gold?

Anything at all?
Did he promise you a cut?

No, he never mentioned
anything about gold

or what he was doing
at the airport.

We believe that Jay
was going to give you

money from the theft.

That doesn't make any sense.

If any of this was true,
why would he cut me in?

Because Jay wanted
to repay his debt.

When Jay went to jail,
you were there for him.

Eh? You took Karina in.
Like she was your own.

- Mm-hmm.
- Family. Yeah?

So it's only fair that now,
with your mother sick,

Jay returns the favour.

And Diego, you were
counting on that money.

This is your new lease agreement
for the bungalow.

There's space for your mother.
It is double the size

and cost of your
current apartment.

You signed this one week
before Jay stole the gold.

I've been saving
for this place for years.

I came here as a courtesy
to help you catch Jay's killer.

But what you are insinuating
is disgusting.

If Jay was gonna give me money,

make all my problems go away,

why in God's name
would I want him dead?

What if we have this all wrong?

I mean, what happened
right after Jay stole the gold?

He told Karina he was going
to send her to college.

She knew the money was stolen.
She gave him an ultimatum:

give it all back or she'd
cut him out of her life.

And Karina assumed that Jay
didn't listen to her.

That he chose to keep the gold.

The number we found
in Jay's apartment.

The last thing
that Jay told Karina.

He was gonna fix what he did.

You have
reached the Pearson Airport

workers hotline.
For assistance...

What if Jay kept his word?

He was gonna give back the gold.

Leaving Diego without the money
he needed to save his mom.

Sorry to interrupt,
but I thought you might

wanna see this.
I've been keeping tabs on Jay's

collaborators from the heist.

Stella, the customs agent,
just quit her job

and bought a one-way ticket
to Frankfurt.

Now what would she be doing
in Frankfurt?

Heading back to Frankfurt
so soon?

I have to deal with a crisis
at the refinery back home.

Well, Frankfurt seems to be

a popular destination
these days.

You know who else is going
to Frankfurt this week?

Stella Borden. Do you know her?

You can't remember
your own employee?

That's strange.
See, we talked to Stella.

Turns out she was your
children's au pair last year.

So you planted her here

where she quickly
found her mark, Jay Diaz,

and she told him about
your incoming gold shipment

because you wanted him
to steal it.

You knew he would.
- Leave a loaf of bread

in front of a starving man,
it's no shock he takes it.

Yeah, but why get someone
to steal your gold?

I mean, your refinery's
not some faceless corporation.

You are the sole owner.
So Jay just stole 20 gold bars

straight out of your pocket.
- Thought you may want a copy.

Your contract with
the armed transport service.

There's a clause in there
about theft.

If your product is stolen
during transport,

the delivery service
has to repay you in full.

But like my partner here,

the one thing I can't figure out
is why?

It's a zero-sum game.

You're out the gold, but you get
the insurance payout.

Why go through all that trouble
just to break even?

I suggest you direct
all future questions

to my lawyers.

We will. But in the meantime,

we'd like to direct you
not to leave the country.

We have enough to charge
the gold refinery owner

for fraud.
But the question remains:

why did she get Jay
to steal her gold

for an insurance payout
just to break even?

Well, I have a few theories.

Any of them relate
to our killer?

Actually, no. Both Lina
and her inside woman, Stella,

they have solid alibis.
They didn't kill Jay.

So let's return our focus
to your prime suspect. Diego.

Well, the night of the murder,

Jay tells Diego that
he has to return the gold.

He's not going to be able
to give him the money

he needs for his mom.
- Meaning he'll be waiting

in agony for his mother to die
of cancer in Venezuela unless...

Unless he kills Jay
and makes off with the keys

to the storage locker.
Gets the gold, saves the mom.

I take it you're looking
for a warrant to search Diego's

home for the gold?
- And more importantly,

his new bungalow.
Karina's been living with him

since he killed Jay,
and he wouldn't be

reckless enough to stash it
in a place

where she could find it.
- Let's say a judge signs off

on this search warrant,
and let's say you find the gold

in Diego's new place.

Still doesn't prove that he
drugged and killed his friend.

Well, we have Diego's
Lorazepam prescription.

Exact drug used to sedate Jay.

At the time of the murder,
nobody saw him at work.

He could've easily slipped out.

Well, you see
means and opportunity,

but a sympathetic jury
sees a blue-collar worker

trying to make ends meet.

Who's taking Lorazepam
for his anxiety

because his mother's dying.

He's good.

You ever consider
switching sides?

Money would be nice.

But you two would
miss me too much.

- Hm.
- Convicting a killer

is like hunting deer.
You get one shot. You miss?

Well, they run for the woods,
become harder to catch.

- I didn't know you hunt.
- Of course I don't hunt.

But I'll take any analogy
I can get

to urge you two to focus

on tying Diego to the murder
before using the search warrant.

Absolutely not.
Diego would never hurt Dad.

They were like brothers.
- Well, sometimes,

brothers fight.
- Well, you're wrong.

Is that why you asked
to speak to me alone? Hm?

So you could turn me
against him?

I want you both
to leave right now.

Okay.

But listen.

Diego knows he's a suspect.

So if he gets agitated
or desperate...

I think you might want to find
someplace else

to stay right now.

Diego's like family.

He was at
my high school graduation.

He was at birthday parties.
He's kind and he's generous.

He's also quite the connoisseur.

Caldorez rum.

That was Dad
and Diego's favourite.

They'd drink it
on special occasions.

This very brand of rum

was found
in your father's apartment

laced with Lorazepam
the night he died.

Karina.

Just think for one minute.

Is there anything
you remember happening

between Diego and your father
on the day of the murder

or shortly before?
Anything at all?

He stopped me.

He stopped me from going
inside Dad's.

Even before he opened the door.

It's like he was trying
to keep me out.

As if he knew
what was behind that door.

In addition to the warrant,

we wanted to deliver an apology.

- I don't understand.
- The eye witness.

The one who claims
to have seen you

at the scene of the crime.

We think he was lying
to divert attention.

- He's a real piece of work.
- Yeah.

We believe he was the one
who stole the gold

and he was the one
who killed Jay.

We're close to making an arrest.

Then why do you have
to search my place?

Our Crown thinks that once
we clear your premises,

you know, we'll have enough
to bring this guy in.

- It's just legal protocol.
- Whatever you need.

- Okay, thank you. Thank you.
- We appreciate it.

Our team will search here,
and we've also got a warrant

for your new bungalow, as well.

Why don't you ride with us?

This should only
take a few minutes.

One floor.

Open space, natural light.

Your mom would've loved this.

Look, Diego, we know that Jay
was gonna give you the money.

Okay? But there's no way

you can afford a place
like this without it.

We also know, okay,

you're not guilty of anything.

Not unless Jay told you

where the money came from.

All Jay said was that
it was his turn

to take care of me for once.

He wanted to help my mother.

A gift like that, I knew better
than to ask where it came from.

So you start spending money
you don't have,

renting this place,

hiring an immigration lawyer
you can't afford.

All because you thought Jay
was going to pay back his debt.

I wanted to believe him.
I let myself dream.

Of course. And your dream
almost became a reality.

But when Jay was killed
and that gold was stolen,

your plans to save your mother,
they died with him.

I'll just have to find
another way to bring her over.

I'll... I'll make it work.

All clear.

Sorry about the inconvenience.

It's okay.

Whoa. Wood-burning fireplace.

There is nothing better.

The end of a long day,
you come home,

you toss a couple of logs on,
and watch the flames dance.

When I bought my place,
that's the first thing I did.

Restored the fireplace,
like you were doing here.

Uh, but this is a rental?

Yeah, but I asked the landlord.

Oh, that's kind of him.

Except, uh...

yours is missing one thing.

A chimney.

I didn't see one outside.

Previous owner must've
decommissioned it years ago.

So all that said,
as I'm standing here,

I feel like I'm getting warmer.

Yeah?

Am I getting warmer, Diego?

Am I getting warmer?

What are you doing?

J-Jay probably put it there!

He was helping me

clean the house,
and I gave him a set of keys.

Well, he's a generous guy.

I mean, just like you,
he'd do anything for a friend.

And for family.

So when Jay heard from Karina

that she wanted him
to give back everything

that he stole, he listened.

And he was gonna do it.
And that would leave you

with nothing while your mother
suffers through her final days.

And you were
in a no-win situation.

Deciding who should live,
or who should die.

Your friend or family.

And in the end,
you chose family,

which I understand.

There's nothing
that I wouldn't give

to spend one more day,
one more hour,

one more minute with my mother.

To hear her voice,

to hold her hand.

In your mind, you did everything
you could to save her.

You thought that the end
justified the means.

I don't have to be here.

From now on,
you talk to my lawyer.

Weren't you the least bit
curious, though,

as to how Jay got this
in the first place?

I mean, a customs agent

just tips him off about it,

and he just so happens to have
the only job in the world

with access to steal it.

A miraculous confluence
of events

leads him to this gold.

Was it destiny?

Now, I don't know about you,
but I don't believe in destiny.

Now, gold may bend, but it's...

it's virtually indestructible.

Whereas, tungsten...

is relatively brittle.

Tungsten core with
a titanium nitride coating.

Quite the decoy.

See, Jay thought he was
the one pulling the levers,

but really he was just the cog
in somebody else's machine.

The woman who sent
the fake gold,

she wanted it to be stolen

so she could get
an insurance payout.

She thought it was
a victimless crime.

You killed your best friend.

Robbed Karina of her father.

For what? Nothing.

Fool's gold.

All of them cannot be fake.

I assure you,
every one of them is.

I begged him!
I begged him to let me keep one.

But he wouldn't listen.
What am I supposed to do,

just watch my mother die?

But you watched Jay die
after you strung him up.

His body writhing around.

I bet those minutes
felt like hours.

Some things you can't unsee.

I waited until
after he passed out.

I didn't want
to see him in pain.

What's going to happen
to my mom?

I don't know.

That's two families
destroyed for nothing.

It was supposed to be
a victimless crime.

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