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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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