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Thank you.
Thank you very much.

Please, thank you.
Hi, I'm Kevin Russo.

Um, let's see, let's see here...

Do you mind if I try
some new stuff?

I started going to a therapist.

Please do not clap.
I quit after one session.

I'll tell you why, though,
and I think you'll understand.

Um, my therapist's name
was Doug.

Doug is not a name
for a therapist.

Doug is a name for a guy
who can score you ketamine

in Parry Sound.
I just don't want to tell

my secrets to a guy named Doug.

You know what I mean?
'Cause none of my secrets

have anything to do
with jet skis.

Or getting out of an affair
with my wife's mother.

A lot of people here
are doing that.

Are people sleeping with their
significant other's parent?

Is your name Doug?

And if we turn to page 19,
line 318,

here you reference a major
airplane manufacturer's

recent string of mechanical
issues, saying, quote,

"At least the food
is better as the passengers

get to request
their final meal."

That's good.

That's good how you did that.
I should do it like that.

You'd make my life
a whole lot easier

if you didn't perform this joke.

Yeah, but I really want
to do the joke, though...

Perhaps you don't mention
the manufacturer by name.

Uh-huh. Uh-huh.

Yeah, but that's gonna be
a lot less funny.

And a lot less liable
to lawsuits, Kevin.

If you want to stand
on the biggest stage,

you need to play it safe.

What do you think, Crane-y?

Go for
the paycheck.

Listen to your manager,

she's been through a lot.

So if you were to have advice
for somebody that wants

to be the next Kevin Russo,
what would it be?

I would say don't be afraid
to fail,

'cause it's going
to happen a lot.

And don't apologize for jokes.

Right, yeah.
Well, if our viewers

wanted to watch you live?

Yeah, which camera?

And here comes
the shameless plug.

Only took him five minutes.
Cue three.

- Uh, right here.
- Here we go.

- Here we go.
- Hi, my name is Kevin Russo.

I'm starting off a massive tour
in my hometown.

There are still a few
tickets available.

Guys, you should come.
It's gonna be a hell of a show.

There you go.

The dizziness should stop soon.

I'll get your meds.

These were full yesterday.

I need to speak
with the pharmacist.

It's an emergency.

Have you got it down to 65?

- Um, looking at 67 right now.
- Hmm.

Hey, what's going on
with the floor seats?

They're being set up
later tonight.

Okay, and for VIP,
I would like

Mom, Dad, Amy, Alex, Will...

This is all for you.

Okay...

Okay...

Woo! You are here.

We're here. We're here.

Oh, I just hope I got something
meaningful to say.

Okay, this is the sound

of my voice.
How's everybody doing tonight?

How's everybody doing tonight?
Alright, looking cool.

This is me posing like I'm cool.
Right? Alright.

I...

At some point,
I'm going to whisper,

so that'll be fun for everybody.
Ready?

Here's my whispering part.

This is
me whispering.

This is me whispering
to the people

in the front
with the good seats. Right?

That's good.

Oh...

Hey, Jeff, can you turn down

the fresnels a little bit?

It feels like
it's really yellow.

Is anyone else seeing
how yellow that is?

That's kind of...
Hey, there we go.

That's good.

What else? Uh, you know what?

Hold on a second.

Okay, you know what?

I-I'm just going to go
from the, uh...

I'll just go from the top,
I think.

Yeah. Yeah, that's fine.

Kevin. Hey! Kevin.

Kevin.

Call 911!

"Credit belongs to the man
who was actually in the arena.

Whose face is marred by dust
and sweat and blood."

That's from an old speech.
A favourite.

Yeah, I know it well.

What, you also a fan
of Roosevelt's?

Roosevelt? No.
I'm a fan of Lebron James.

He writes that on his sneakers
before every game.

- Sports.
- Sports.

Sports, always sports.

Brought you in for the VIP,
Da Silva?

I only leave the lab
for the suspicious deaths

of politicians and dignitaries.

And in our victim's case?
Celebrity.

Well, since you're already
acquainted,

I will keep the introductions
brief.

Kevin Russo, age 45.

He collapsed at 9:02 p.m.,
paramedics arrived at 9:05.

They used the de-fib, no luck.

Cause of death
is cardiac arrest.

That's incredibly rare
for someone so young.

Even more rare is that before
he passed, on the ECG,

EMTs saw his heart
go into Polymorphic VT.

It's an obscure malignant
arrhythmia that means

one of two things:

overdose or poisoning.

Well, I'm assuming
we're here for the latter.

Okay, sir, we're going to need
this bagged for testing.

What makes you rule out
overdose?

The responding officers
were told

that he never touched drugs,
he wasn't suicidal,

and he had a clean bill
of health.

Told by whom?

Last week,
Kevin got a physical

in order to be insured
for the tour.

And the doctors gave him
a clean bill of health,

so this makes no sense.
He was so young.

Christine, could you tell us
a little bit

about your relationship
with Kevin?

Uh...

Yeah, we were like family.

I've been with him since
the beginning,

before he became the biggest
comic in the country.

He always wanted
to play a stadium.

He was so happy when we finally
booked the Rogers Centre.

And beyond being hilarious,
Kevin was kind.

He was generous.
He donated a theatre

to Second City.

He had an unparalleled
work ethic.

Yeah, I could tell that
just from his notebook.

Seemed he was tweaking
his set list

right up 'til the last minute.
- Yeah, he was a perfectionist.

He spent his last few moments

live adjusting
the lighting cues.

He thought it looked
too yellow.

Too yellow?

Is there a way to put
that cue up?

Sure.

Jeff, can you bring up
cue 18, please?

There's cerulean.

A little bit of amethyst,
but no yellow.

- Maybe he was confused?
- Quite the opposite.

Xanthochromia,
it's a condition where vision

becomes refracted
through a yellow hue.

Kevin must have been
experiencing it.

You know a lot
about ocular anomalies?

Well, when it's associated
with famous artists.

There's speculation
that Van Gogh had it.

It's connected to seizures
and hemorrhages.

But Kevin died
of cardiac arrest,

so why the yellow?

Xanthochromia
and polymorphic VT

are such unusual conditions
that there's only one reason

they'd be showing up
at the same party.

Digitalis poisoning.

Digitalis,
otherwise known as foxglove.

Foxglove is processed
into digoxin,

a medication used to treat
congestive heart failure.

In high doses,
it becomes deadly.

Our victim had five times
the lethal dose

of digoxin in his system.
And before you ask,

the water bottle
he drank from was clean,

so he consumed
the poison somewhere else.

We have any timeline
on when he ingested it?

No, still working on that.

In the meantime,
the one thing that I do know

is that in addition
to the digoxin and the alcohol,

the tox screen found traces
of wormwood,

crustacean, gentian,
horseradish, and marjoram.

Does that mean anything
to you?

Unless Kevin visited
an apothecary before his death,

not really.

Um, I don't know what to say.

Nothing. That's the point.

Delete all correspondence,
anything linking you to Kevin.

- Okay.
- This is the last time

we'll ever see each other.

Good luck.

Yeah.

So one of Canada's favourite
celebrities is killed,

and all we have so far
is type of poison

and stomach matter.

Any ideas about motive?

It could be connected
to Kevin's vocation.

I wasn't familiar with his work,
so I did some research.

Kevin's brand of humour
lies in takedowns.

Kevin's whole thing
is telling cutting jokes

about problematic celebrities.

A tried and true art-form

dating back to medieval times.

Everyone loves watching
the jester

poke fun at the king.

So who did Kevin piss off?

Oh, take your pick.
But my personal favourite

was Kevin's last show
at Radio City.

A takedown of
an American studio head

by the name of Andy Fogel.

See, normally Kevin
just embarrasses his targets,

but with Fogel, he basically
tried to cancel him.

Accused him
of workplace violence,

of whipping his phone
at assistants' heads,

that kind of thing.
So Fogel sued Kevin.

Launched a smear campaign,

and Kevin hasn't performed
since, until now.

So you're thinking revenge?

This Fogel couldn't take a joke
and decided to get even.

It's possible.
I mean, what's the best way

to stop the laughter?

Kill the jester.

Fogel might've been
the last one to sue Kevin,

but he was one of a dozen
ongoing suits.

Yeah, your client
was no stranger to litigation,

I take it.
- Well, with the jokes he did,

we put several
of our lawyers' children

through college. A month ago,
I convinced Kevin to apologize.

Settle, pay damages, move on.

And to make sure
this never happens again,

I told Kevin, "From now on,
no more takedowns."

- You declawed him.
- I gave him a choice.

Continue eviscerating
powerful people

from 200-seat clubs,
or he pulls his punches

and we get to play a stadium.
- Hmm.

What about this upcoming
special, any punches?

No, I had a team of lawyers
vet his entire routine.

No takedowns.
A declawed tiger,

but a successful one.

Over the past month,
Kevin received over 30 calls

from the same payphone
at Howland and Gerrard.

He never answered any of them
until one week ago.

Call lasted two minutes.

Any CCTV
on our mystery caller?

No, Mark checked.
There's no cameras near

the phone. What do you got?
- Lab results

on our poison timeline.
Now, Kevin drops dead

at the Rogers Centre
at 9:00 p.m.

The lab says
that he ingested the poison

some time between
3:00 and 6:00 p.m.,

long before he set foot
in the stadium.

Now, I checked his itinerary,

he had nothing scheduled
between 5:00 and 6:00,

but look where he was
at 3:30 p.m.

Is there a line
you won't cross

just for a laugh?

Well, the border.
I'm not technically

supposed to cross the border.

Watch the mug.
- That's the main one.

This could be the moment
Kevin was killed,

only he didn't know it yet.

Kevin came on for a segment
about comedy's role

in the modern media landscape.

But he very quickly turned it
into the Kevin Russo show.

I gotta hand it to the guy,
he was quite the self-promoter.

- Yeah.
- The National Report desk.

Or desks, rather.

Would you mind?
- No, please.

I gotta ask. What happened
to the big old desk?

Watched you behind it
for years. Why two?

It's a relic from Covid.

We had these crazy plexiglass
dividers and the whole thing.

It's also much better
for isolated lighting.

- Sure.
- Do either of you happen

to recall what Kevin was
drinking during his interview?

Nothing, he was proselytizing
about his intermittent

fasting regimes.

Absolutely nothing before
five o'clock, I think.

- If we wanted to confirm that?
- Oh, my husband could help.

Andrew's our segment producer.

I make him only use
my good angles, so...

Thanks.

Here's Jess's close-up.

And Neil's coverage.

We only use the wide shot
with him,

wrinkles and 4k are not friends.

And this is Kevin.
Camera five.

It's empty.
Then why the mug?

People use it for something
to do with their hands.

Also makes them seem
more approachable.

Hmm. Can we hear
what they're saying there?

A bunch of our writers
would love to meet you.

Any chance you could
stick around?

Oh, that would be cool,
but I gotta go

to Little Italy
and meet a friend.

- Oh.
- Otherwise I would,

but... I could send
some tickets over,

if you guys want to come.
- Oh, they'd love that.

I know where he went.

- See you later.
- Alright. See you later.

So the bar upstairs
is for walk-ins only,

but we reserve the cellar
for dinners or events.

Or to celebrities
who like their privacy.

What time did Kevin Russo
come in yesterday?

He was here from 5:00-7:00.
He rents out the cellar a lot.

Sorry, how did you know
he was here?

And I take it here likes
to drink this amaro?

Yeah. San Antrani.
Mr. Russo's favourite.

It's rare stuff,
we're the only bar that has it.

Oh, turns out that Mr. Russo
and I share an affinity

for Mediterranean amari.

Light, vibrant.

As for San Antrani...

It's a blend of herbs
and botanicals including

wormwood, gentian, and the only
amaro to feature marjoram.

As for the crustacean
and horseradish...

Did Kevin happen to order
a shrimp cocktail?

- Yes.
- It's Kevin's last meal.

Hell of a way to break a fast.

- Anyone meet him here?
- Mr. Russo liked his privacy.

We'd leave his meal,
put out some glasses,

and not come back
until after he left.

But how come no one
saw him come through the bar?

He came through
the service entrance,

through the Green P lot
out back.

Now this bottle is sealed.

So where's the bottle
that you served Mr. Russo?

He must have finished it.
We would've tossed it

in the trash out back.

Lab tested Kevin's
empty bottle of San Antrani.

It's clean, but they also
went through

the rest of the trash
from the cellar,

and found traces of digoxin
on this.

Folded up piece of paper.
65-pound card stock,

to be exact.
- Our killer hid the poison

in this, and then when Kevin
wasn't looking,

mixed it into his glass
of amaro.

- Hmm.
- She's clever.

- She?
- I looked into the Green P lot

behind the bar. Now, just before
Kevin's standing reservation,

a Talia Klein
used her credit card

to buy an hour of parking.
- Okay, but you're so certain

that this was Kevin's
mystery date

from a parking receipt?
- I hadn't gotten

to the best part.
Talia was working

at Second City until
a few months ago,

around the same time
that she set up this.

A YouTube page.

No public videos?
- No, all private,

but Mark was able
to retrieve this.

I'm back on Tinder
and I recently

went on a Tinder date with
a man named Connor O'Connor.

I had a job once
where I worked with a guy,

his name was Grady O'Grady.

...we're having drinks
and he said,

"Bet you can't guess
what my family is."

And I said,
"Yes, I can. Stupid."

...And he said,
"Hey, I bet you can't tell

what my family is,
and I said, "Stupid?

Are they stupid,
is that what it is?"

Goes on for five minutes.
Give or take a few word changes,

it's the exact same material.

And Talia did it all first.

Press one button,

and Kevin's dirty secret
goes viral.

Our victim
is a joke stealer.

Is that something really
worth killing over?

It could be,
if our thief was making

millions off somebody else's
intellectual property.

But how did he even manage
to steal from Talia Klein?

Judging from the video,
she performed these jokes

to an audience of six.

The Kevin Russo Theatre.

Kevin donated that
to Second City Toronto.

Talia worked there as a server.
He led workshops there.

I mean, he was a generous guy
who wanted to give back

to the community.
- Oh. Maybe he liked

to give and take.

So Talia wises up
to the joke theft,

and she creates this video
that could ruin him.

Why does she sit on it
for months?

We're still trying
to figure that out.

But it's also possible that
Talia's our mystery caller.

Phones Kevin 30 times, finally
convinces him to meet up.

Day of the murder,
Talia visits Kevin

in the wine cellar.
The exact location

where he was poisoned.

Maybe she buys him a drink.

Hmm. Okay,
find this Talia Klein,

let's see if she got tired
of him getting rich

off her jokes and decided
to take matters

into her own hands.

Good jokes are basically
a land grab.

Whoever gets to a premise first
claims it.

Yeah, when I found out Kevin
was stealing my jokes,

I was pissed.
So I made that compilation

to prove that I had my flag
in the ground first.

You had a silver bullet

that could destroy
Kevin's career.

But you didn't
pull the trigger. Why?

Because destroying
Kevin's career

wouldn't have helped mine.

You know what's better
than karmic justice?

Having a car, or a loft

that isn't an hour
outside of the city.

So I DMed that video
as a warning.

- You extorted him.
- Sure, but he was strangely

cool about it.
Civil, in fact.

He offered me 30 grand
for my silence,

and he offered to double that
if I started writing jokes

for him discreetly, which I did.

So you became his ghostwriter?

- Yeah, I was on the payroll.
- You met with Kevin the day

he died. What was that about?

Kevin flew me back early
from vacation

so we could work on punch-ups
for the show.

We'd usually meet in the cellar.
I was there maybe 30 minutes.

Was Kevin drinking
during this visit?

Nope, not when I was there.
We always got right to work.

It's possible that someone
else came to meet him

after you left.
Can you think of anyone

who might've wanted to harm him?

When Kevin hired me,
he fired his old ghostwriter.

The dude did not take it well, apparently.

Started stalking Kevin,
calling him, like,

a dozen times a day.
- Did he mention a name?

- No.
- Someone as famous as Kevin

wouldn't be reckless enough
to pay

for a ghostwriter himself.

There must've been
a backchannel. Handlers.

Who was yours?

I am the custodian
of Kevin's posthumous image.

I am negotiating
licensing deals, merchandizing.

The news of Kevin collaborating
with other writers

will ruin all of that.
- See, what I don't get

is why hire a ghostwriter
in the first place

if Kevin is
a once-in-a-generation talent?

Because comedians need
to relate to their audience.

As Kevin's fame grew,
he became too elite.

Too inaccessible.
Funny things happen in coach.

Nothing funny happens
on a private jet.

We're gonna have to take
your word on that.

Okay, so Kevin needed
ghostwriters

for relatable material.

Sounded like his previous
writer was quite upset.

That he had an axe to grind.

Kevin never
mentioned it to me.

What, you think
I'm protecting him?

We don't think anything,
but we do know

that you recently received
the insurance payout

for the cancelled tour,
and that is quite

the severance package.
- Trust me,

it's a drop in the bucket
compared

to what I was going to make

if he'd continued his career.

He was my golden goose.

Well, while you're out

searching for your next goose,

we're going to need
the contact info

for Kevin's old ghostwriter.

Fine. Which one?

I helped Kevin punch up
his material.

So did a dozen other writers.

Yeah, well you're the only one
who lives

right by a payphone
at Howland and Gerrard

that was used to call Kevin.

Did you ever meet together
at a private cellar

in Little Italy?

When we worked together,
all the time.

I haven't been back there
since he canned me.

So the 30 times you called him
this month was what,

to catch up?

I was worried
he was using my material

in the new special, which would
go against our contract,

but he blocked my cell,

so I used the payphone
to call him.

Eventually, he picked up.

He assured me the tour
was all new material.

Even invited me to a show
last week

so I could see for myself.

He had a show?
Why don't we know about this?

Because you weren't
supposed to.

It was a surprise preview
of the upcoming special.

- Where was this?
- Some tiny black box theatre.

Media blackout.
They made us sign NDAs.

I may have snuck in a recorder

in case I needed proof to sue.

Do you happen to still have
that recording?

I can dig that up.

Hard at work, I take it.

Um, we're only 20 minutes in,

and so far the jokes
are cutting, crude,

and definitely not vetted
by legal.

Which would explain
why Kevin kept this show

a secret from his manager.

So whoever was at this show

got a preview of whatever Kevin
was going to say

on stage night after night
to thousands of people.

Maybe someone didn't
like the material?

Yeah, but what joke's
worth killing over?

Can you, um,

go to the end of his set?

May September,
it was the final addition.

- End on a bang?
- Alright, end of the set.

Let me scroll back a minute.

And I'll tell you why,
you can't trust the media

because you've got people
like Neil Kent out there

banging junior anchors
on the news desk.

And I mean on the news desk.

Like, Neil Kent got caught
bare ass, gut out,

cheek marks on the glass
on the news desk.

Well, that is a career-ender
if I ever heard one.

Maybe Neil wanted to kill
the story before it broke.

So you're thinking
that Neil Kent

killed Kevin Russo
in order to stop him

from ruining his career.

How do we even know
that this sex scandal is real?

We had another conversation
with Talia,

Kevin's ghostwriter
who wrote the joke for him,

and she learned about Neil
through a friend

who works at the station
who happened to walk in on Neil

and a colleague
in a compromising position.

She didn't tell us about it
at first

because it was one of about
a dozen takedowns

she wrote for Kevin.

Had Talia ever performed

this joke publicly?
- Never.

Besides, if Talia tells it,
it's a rumour.

But if Kevin performs it,
it's a headline.

Mmm. And that's where we hit
a roadblock.

Access.

This pop-up show
was supposed to be airtight.

Your suspicion
of a revered public figure

hinges on him knowing
about the joke,

but as far as we know,

Neil wasn't even in
the audience that night.

Was he?

No, but he knew
someone who was.

I started as Neil's assistant
last May.

Plan is to stay here for a year,
then move up to editorial.

Working for a man like Neil
must open some doors.

Yeah, but in order
for those doors to open,

you'd need to prove yourself.
Exhibit a little loyalty.

Look out for him.

Sorry, I don't follow.

Did you tell your boss
that Kevin Russo

wrote quite the inflammatory
joke about him recently?

Um...

Brooke,

this is your signature
on the NDA

from Kevin's surprise show,
isn't it?

Okay, look.
I didn't even want to go,

but my friend dragged me and...

So yeah, after the show,
I told Neil about Kevin's joke,

but he deserved to know.

Then what did he
ask you to do?

He wanted Kevin's
home address.

That's all.

Look, when Brooke told me
about the joke, I laughed.

Unfortunately, comedians aren't
held to the same

editorial standards as we are.

There's no vetting
or fact-checking.

That joke was a baseless claim.

And if we were to ask
your colleague, Jessica,

she'd say the same?

Years ago, you two were
thick as thieves on camera.

I mean, there was this spark.

But then something happened,
and after Covid ended,

the separate desks stayed.

It's typical for coworkers
to seek as much separation

as possible after a breakup.

Jessica and I had
a relationship.

It was completely consensual,
I might add.

Well, albeit,
an abuse of power.

Back then, she was
just starting out.

She was a junior anchor.

It was a brief affair.

Less than a year
after we call things off,

she met Andrew. She got married.

She brought her husband
onto the show,

which squashed any kind of
chance of rekindling.

It's all in the past.
- All the more reason

you'd be furious to learn
that a comedian

is about to air
your dirty laundry to the world.

When we spoke to your
assistant, she mentioned

that you also asked for Kevin's
home address to have a chat.

How'd that conversation go,
you know, man-to-man?

It didn't.
I went to his condo, yeah,

but I couldn't get
past his doorman.

So you can't appeal to him
to cut the joke,

and what do you know,
a week later, he's here,

on air, in your domain.

What strings did you have
to pull to land that?

None. Booking agents
handle all of that.

I didn't even know
he was on the show

until about an hour before
the segment.

Well, like an hour
after he left,

he was poisoned and your secret,

the one that would've destroyed
your marriage, your career,

just happened to die with him.

That, I'm afraid, is where
your story stops making sense.

My career is not that fragile,
I'm afraid.

This country trusts me,
and they have turned to me

for perspective for 35 years.

If the joke came out, I knew
I could weather the storm.

Sure, take a leaf out
of the cancelled men playbook.

Apology tour,
then an extra-long hiatus

in Tuscany to weather
the backlash, huh?

And be back in front
of the cameras before year end.

That little comic's stunt
didn't phase me.

- I never get it wrong.
- Well, you did last time.

- Hey.
- Hey, Jessica.

Could I have a quick word,
please, alone?

- Yeah, it's fine.
- I'll be outside.

I don't have a lot of time.
What's up?

They know, now.
The cops know.

- What?
- About us.

Sorry.
I, uh, thought you should know.

And, uh...

I owe you that much.

Thank you so much
for your time.

Turns out Canada's
most trusted anchor

was telling the truth.

Now, this one never made it
to air,

but was filmed
at the same time

Kevin was poisoned.

Good evening, I'm Neil Kent.

I'm Bianca Cruz.

Neil's on camera,
he's not our killer.

Yeah, but who else
is on the broadcast?

Bianca Cruz.

...after the NDP ended
their deal with the, uh,

sorry, the minority
Liberal government...

Look at her,
she's dropping her words.

She's all over the place. Why?

Because she was pulled in
last minute.

Filling in for Jessica.

Okay, that's interesting,
because I just got off the phone

with the show's booking agent.

It turns out Jessica is the one
who asked for Kevin

to be on the show.

Neil was right.

The joke wouldn't end him,
he was too established.

But someone like Jessica,
a young emerging talent,

Kevin's bit would
tarnish her career.

She'd never be able
to outrun the scandal.

When Neil told me
about the joke,

the first thing I did
was tell Andrew about our fling.

Even though the joke
didn't mention my name,

it wouldn't take long for people
to connect the dots.

So I wanted to get ahead
of the story

in case it came out.

He didn't know about it?

You want to tell your spouse

that they've actually been
working for your ex

the past few years?

So, look, I talked to Andrew
about it,

and he was understanding.

I wasn't gonna let some comedian

have the power to blow up
my marriage.

Is that why you invited him
on the show?

No, I...

wanted to give him
free PR to promote his show.

Maybe, I don't know,
garner some good will,

and then ask for a favour.

- To cut the joke?
- Mm-hmm.

And how'd that
conversation go?

Okay, um...

I...

begged him...

alright, to spare my reputation,

my work, and you want to know
what he said?

He thanked me
for the free publicity

and offered me tickets
to his opening night.

Are you afraid
of losing your job?

No.

Because they wouldn't fire me
right away,

but that joke,

that was career cancer. Okay?

I'd be pushed onto smaller shows

at worse time slots,

until a few years later,

once everyone had forgotten...

that's when I'd be let go.

Kevin didn't care.
He'd do anything for a laugh.

It wasn't his story to tell.

I agree with you there.

So is that why you left work,

after he denied you,
to follow him to a bar

in Little Italy,
to silence him before

he destroyed everything?

No.

I had just found out that
my life was about to blow up.

So I didn't want to be
on camera.

I went home to think,

to make a plan.

That's all.

Personal files, calendars,
notes, we want it all.

Hi. Do you want to completely
embarrass us? Huh?

You could've given her warning,
we would've dismissed

our staff early.
- Search warrants

tend to work best
when delivered unannounced.

Trade secret.
- I'm done.

It's all happening anyway.

Okay, okay.
Let me get this straight.

Jess gets taken advantage of
by a manipulative boss,

and you're trying
to make her the villain?

We don't make anyone anything.
It's not our job to judge.

We just perceive the facts, unbiased.

Oh yeah?
Have you even looked into Neil?

He hated Kevin.
- Well, at the time

Kevin was poisoned,
Neil was on camera.

Unfortunately,
your wife was not.

This isn't fair.
You're crucifying her

for one stupid mistake
she made years ago.

I never said it was a mistake.

Again, not our place to judge.

Password?

Our lab can crack into it,

but you could save us
the trouble.

You have nothing to hide,
so just show them, okay?

Can I? Can I?

Can you tell me what this is?

It's my notes
from yesterday's broadcast.

Forest fires
in Western Canada...

I'm more interested
in the medium than the message.

65-pound card stock.

Yeah, the thickness helps it
not shake on air.

Ah, another trade secret.

What concerns me
is its other purpose.

You see, this exact type
of card stock

was also used to deliver
the poison

in Kevin's final drink.

Ey!

There you go. Good game, Alicia.

Well done. Fantastic.

Jessica learns about
Kevin's joke, leaves work early,

follows him to a private cellar,
poisons him.

Problem solved.
- There's more.

Mark managed to pull Jessica's
credit card statements.

It turns out that the day
after Kevin previewed the joke,

Jessica paid for a consult
with Gafari PR crisis firm.

So she wanted them
to run damage control

when the scandal broke.
- Yeah, but the day after

Kevin died,
she cancelled the meeting.

Why manage the crisis
if you can eliminate it?

Either that, or her problem

just so happened
to be solved for her.

I'm more interested
in the smoking gun.

- The digoxin.
- How did Jessica get her hands

on it? I doubt there's
a charge in that statement

for a digoxin prescription.

No, but I may have found
the next best thing.

I'm sorry,
he's taking a nap right now.

He gets tired in the afternoons.

Would you like
to come back later?

No, we don't need
to bother him.

Does Jessica visit
her father often?

I mean, she pays
for his stay here, right?

She's been incredible
to the facility.

Organizes fundraisers.
She's very generous.

How long has he had
his heart condition?

For the past two years,
but we do our best

to keep him comfortable.
- And medication helps.

Digoxin, modern-day miracle.

But I notice here the script
says interim supply.

I had to refill it early.

I must've replaced
some of the pills.

Irene,

did Mr. Cartwright have
any visitors last week?

What is this?
What am I looking at?

My resignation letter.

I'm honestly surprised

they're still putting me
on the air.

Andrew...

This scandal is going to leak.

Alright? At least this way,
I can be out of the spotlight

when it does.

Why'd you have to do this?

- I don't know.
- Why Neil?

Why at work?

If you didn't, we wouldn't
be in this situation.

You wouldn't have to write this.

I know. I'm sorry.

Please, just help me spin this.

I need you.

I have cherished
every moment here

working with an incredible crew.

And I don't take lightly
the privilege

of being welcomed
into your homes,

your living rooms,

for the past five years
every night.

But unfortunately,
this will be my last broadcast

for some time, as I need
to take a personal leave

for some family matters.

But I am confident that
I will be back here shortly.

So until then,

I'm Jessica Cartwright.

Goodnight, Canada.

And we're clear.

- How was it?
- Come here.

- It was okay?
- You were perfect.

We just have a few
more questions for you,

if you don't mind.

Yeah, do you mind

just giving me a moment?

I really don't want an audience.

- Yeah, of course.
- Okay, everyone, thank you.

Thank you for a great broadcast.

Jessica wants a moment
before she leaves. Thank you.

Your father must be sad

to learn that you're taking
a break from the show.

We understand he watches
every broadcast.

Never misses one.

Irene told us that.

She seems like
an excellent caregiver.

She's very on top of things,
like, you know,

your dad's digoxin prescription.

Ran out a few days ago,
but she managed

to get an interim supply.

He's lucky to have
such a strong circle

of care with her,
you, and Andrew.

You, the loving daughter,
and Andrew,

the supportive son-in-law.

You know, Andrew even
went to visit him

a couple of days ago.
Just stopped in to check on him,

see how the old man's doing.

- Yeah, I drop by there often.
- Hmm. I bet you do.

We spoke with some
of your crew earlier.

Great team.

You know, they said
the day that Kevin was here,

after Jessica left,
not 10 minutes later,

you also left the building?

Jess was distraught.

I saw her run out of here,

I went to find her,
to console her.

Right.

And did he find you?

Did he call you?

I don't blame him.

Well, he was pretty
busy himself,

following Kevin
to a bar across town.

You know, Andrew's quite
the mixologist.

I bet Kevin didn't even
taste the digoxin

in his drink, did he?

You know,
when all this comes out,

and after all the dust
is settled,

I bet he's gonna try
to convince you

that he was doing it all
to protect your career.

Okay, alright. Jess, we don't
need to be here for this.

Come on. Jess?
- I'm sorry,

what are you saying?
- You know, it took me a while

to really see you.

You masked it very well,
you know,

but eventually,
you revealed yourself.

The way that you commented
about Neil's age.

Or when you spoke about Jessica
and him together

with such revulsion.
But the funny thing was,

you didn't seem angry with him,

you were more angry with her

for being with him
in the first place.

Now, I'm no therapist,

but I believe your husband

suffers from
Retroactive Jealousy

Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder.
- Oh.

Oh, look,
I know it's a mouthful,

but it's a real thing.

A disorder where one
becomes obsessed

with a partner's
past relationships.

- Okay.
- And somebody with that

condition, like Andrew,

will go to extreme lengths
to seek reassurance

from their spouse,
like demanding the password

for your work computer
to make sure

that you're not messaging
your exes.

Is there any part of your life

that he hasn't pried
his way into?

He's fragile.

He's just sensitive.

They all say
they're just sensitive,

that they care too much.

It's just excuses
for controlling behaviour.

Okay, I don't know
what you're talking about

and I am not here
for your diagnosis.

That's fine, I just still have
a few questions for your wife.

Does he obsessively grill you
about your past relationships

and explain to you
why they're beneath you?

Does he tell you
that he doesn't understand

why you were with them
in the first place?

When you learned
about Kevin's joke,

were you nervous
to tell your husband

about you and Neil?
Afraid of how he'd react?

No, I was wrong
for doing what I did.

What?
Having a life before him?

You know, most men
experience the garden variety

of retroactive jealousy.
I know I have.

It's a pointless,
useless feeling,

and the key is to ignore it.

But in your case, Andrew,
your jealousy

was exacerbated by OCD.

Whereas instead of
washing your hands religiously

or checking on
the perfect positioning

of an object multiple times,

your mind returned
to these jealous,

negative, intrusive thoughts.

Feedback loop.
A vicious cycle

that you couldn't escape.

And if Kevin's joke got out,
this loop,

it would consume you.
You wouldn't be able to stop it.

It's one thing to learn
that you're working for a man

who slept with your wife,
but the humiliation

you would suffer if Kevin
told that joke over and over,

night after night,
to stadiums full of people?

It would be unbearable.

Andrew...

That joke, it had nothing
to do with you.

It had everything
to do with me.

My reputation,

who I am as a man,
how the world views me,

and, and it kills me
that you can't realize

that you did this to me.

I mean, what, it wasn't enough
for you to screw him,

you had to make me
work for him, too?

Did you like that?!

Was that funny to you?

That joke was going to ruin me

for a dumb mistake you made.

Someone had to shut him up,

and it sure as hell
wasn't going to be you!

You killed a man.

Are you kidding me?

A dumb mistake?
You killed a man!

- It's over.
- Don't you touch me.

Don't, don't you dare.

Jess, don't just
stand there. Jess!

How did I not see it?

How did I not see him?

Because he worked very hard
to conceal his darkest thoughts,

his true self.

And it worked, for a while.

For a while,

until the mask slipped.

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