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Yes, today's turning out to
be another edge-of-your-seat

nail-biter as both of these teams

vie to move another step closer

to the 100th Grey Cup Championship.

And what may be the best part?

The fan videos people are making

in the hopes of winning free
tickets for this year's cup.

Oh!

Oh, man, some guys should
never take their shirts off.

Dude, that's gross.
- Hey.

Huh?

Oh, that's nice.

Didn't know you could
do that with a football.

Who are these crazy people?

Hmm, I can't blame
'em, man, Grey Cup 100.

- We should've made a video.
- Nah.

We would've totally won

where you get the tickets to the game.

Some kind of Chris Angel, David
Blaine mind reading thing.

Yeah, IIB would love that, huh?

Hmm.

I think we'll be
sitting here on the couch.

Oh, man, I gotta bounce.

What do you mean?

Come on, it's half-time,
we got half a pie left.

Hey, what can I say? Sandy's
a better kisser than you are.

I imagine.

Look, we only get the
same night off once a week.

We're just gonna fit in a little date

before my graveyard
shift, that's okay, right?

Follow your bliss.

You sure?

Whatever floats your boat.

- Okay, Toby.
- Get some sleep.

- See you, Toby.
- Weird man,

I got the cheerleaders, I'm okay.

Cheerleaders aren't real.

It's all pretend.

Anyway, go, say hello to Sandy.

One day, you'll find someone.

One day, Toby.

Hello, this is Franca
Burrows, happy office warming.

You're more than welcome.

Everything's in order, I hope.

I'm afraid I won't be able
to join you this evening,

something has come up.

Exactly, no rest for the wicked.

But listen, I really am
counting on your support

for the Children First Benefit next week.

Great.

Well listen, don't hesitate
to get a hold of me

if you need anything, okay?

Take care, bye-bye.

Excuse me, excuse me, thanks.

Hey, there.
- Yeah, you're good.

All right.

- Klein, hey.
- Good, I'm glad you're here.

Yeah, the chief of police,

this must be someone important.

Yeah, well let's just say

the victims in case of emergency contact

is the Minister of Justice.

Whoa.

Her name is Franca Burrows.

Burrows, as in the opera theater?

Yeah, and the arts center,

the sports teams, the mobile phone empire,

all founded by her husband Kyle Burrows.

Supposedly, they were the perfect couple.

Her father was a senator.

Both of her parents passed away,

leaving her six generations
of very old money.

She parlayed her inheritance

into a successful real
estate firm of her own.

A real Upper Canada aristocrat.

Whoever killed her

tried to make it look
like a robbery gone wrong,

her purse is missing.

Yeah, but not her $600
phone or her luxury car.

She was strangled with some kind of rope,

not really a mugger's weapon of choice.

It wasn't easy either,
Franca put up a fight.

Hopefully, forensics can pull the DNA.

Messy, public.

The killer wasn't a pro,
but he thought about this.

Our canvas puts her at
a bistro down the street.

Her waiter says that she
and a male companion argued,

she walked out.

All right, do we have a
description on this guy?

Yeah, we do, but it's not
a match for the husband.

Whom we're still
having trouble reaching.

So how about her
phone, anything on that?

Well, it was still
receiving calls and texts

when we got here.

Yeah, people wondering
where she was, she had plans.

We sent it to Dev to check it out.

Let's find out where he is at with that.

Dev, yeah, any luck raising Kyle Burrows?

His cell's off,

there's no reply at home
and his office is closed,

but there's nothing from
him in her recent messages

that I can see.

What about next of kin?

There's no living
blood relatives, no kids.

Franca's husband was all she had.

Any leads on
this guy at the bistro?

No, but there was a pretty
hostile text exchange.

It was about an hour before the murder

from someone named Lucy.

It was something about Franca leaving.

No death threats, but I gotta say,

these ladies were not in a good place.

Can you identify her, track her down?

Her geo-tagging's off,

but I think I could trace her old-school.

Just gimme a second.

No luck finding Burrows.

Well, prominent people
with money and influence,

maybe someone was after them both.

Okay, I got it.

Franca's BBM hater was a Lucy Estevez.

It was her partner in a real estate firm.

All right, break the news
in confidence to her, Dev,

and bring her in for a little chat.

Well, they found her business partner.

We don't want Burrows finding
out about this on the news.

Whoa, whoa, what the
hell are you doing here?

Oh, oh, come on.

I just outfoxed six of
Toronto's finest for this.

That's Franca Burrows, isn't it?

All right, look, what
are you, a reporter?

Mind reader, with a
police scanner in my car.

Tia Tremblay, crime desk, Daily Record.

This is the part

where I neither confirm
nor deny, et cetera.

What if, I have a hot tip

that could blow this
thing wide open for you?

What the hell is she doing in here?

Oh, Mr. Klein, Tia Tremblay
for the Daily Record.

I'm a big fan.

Show her the way out.

So much for the freedom of the press.

The victim's husband doesn't
even know she's dead yet,

back off.

But heaven forbid, I miss
your photo op at the perp walk.

Come on.

Did you say anything to her?

No.

Good, flacks like that will do anything

to make the front page.

Hey, Oz, who do we have here?

Huh, he looks
exactly like Glen Suitor.

Who?

TSN?

Oh, my God, 89 Grey Cup?

Rider pride.

Yeah, he got blindsided

by 600 pounds of Argonaut defensive line.

No broken bones

but I gave him a little
something for the pain.

Did we get that on camera?

I'd like to see a replay of that hit.

Ha, he's made that
joke a few times already.

Well, he's stable, so,
let's get him a CT and X-ray.

- Okay, coming up.
- Thank you.

- Oz.
- What?

You just saved a Grey
Cup champion's life.

Yeah, you know, he's gotta
take it one day at a time.

Do it for the team, leave
it all in the field.

It's gut check time.

You done?

- Home run, here's the swish.
- Okay.

Thanks coach.

Okay, I got it.

Kyle's on the red-eye.

We'll be waiting for him at
his house when he gets there.

I'm sorry, I can't believe this is real.

I should wake up from this, she'll call,

and it'll be a bad dream.

When was the last time
that you spoke with Franca?

We were texting last night.

Right up until the murder.

I thought she was giving
me the silent treatment.

What exactly were the
two of you fighting about?

Nothing, it was stupid,

work.

According to your text
message conversation,

she said, "Leave me alone,
I've had it, I'm out."

And then you said,

"If you screw with me
on this, you're done."

I mean, the rest of the conversation,

it doesn't get any better.

It was about a job.

We were both exhausted
and losing it a bit.

Look...

We've been friends since kindergarten.

Franca...

She was a little sister I never had.

No secrets, no punches pulled.

I loved that about us and so did she.

Really? Because it sounds
like Franca was ready

to end your partnership.

Idle threats on both sides.

We were invited to bid on
a waterfront development.

I wanted it and she felt
it was anti-environment.

And how did the two of you

usually resolve these disagreements?

A long weekend at a spa.

We always worked things out.

My head for business and her
big, sweet bleeding heart.

Oh, my God, we were a great team.

She had her inheritance to fall back on.

You needed this business to work.

The company was her baby.

Franca was the name, she was the draw.

I was just lucky to be a part of it.

I had no incentive to want her dead,

if that's what you're implying.

Do you know anyone who did?

Where was she?

The Distillery District.

I had this feeling that
she started seeing someone

who lived in that area.

What, like an affair?

Do you have a name?

I wouldn't, Franca was
the soul of discretion.

Do you think that her
husband could have known

something about this?

Kyle works as hard as she does.

Like, if she was cheating on him,

it would've been out of loneliness.

They barely saw one another.

They were both so busy.

Okay, thank you.

We're very sorry
for your loss, Mr. Burrows.

Franca was like Lady Di.

People adored her.

How do I make sense of this?

Well, the first thing we can do

is find whoever's responsible for this.

Yes.

Sorry.

How can I be of help?

Did Franca have any
enemies, any business rivals?

Or someone who was upset
by a property deal?

Not that I was aware of.

Well, how about any personal issues?

I think money and fame

don't tend to bring
out the best in people.

We were happy and healthy, in love.

We had everything we wanted
from life, each other.

So there was no outside
romantic interests?

What are you saying?

Our marriage was very strong.

Franca was meeting someone for dinner

close to where she was killed.

Do you know who she was meeting?

Franca worked day and night
on top of her charities.

We were both so busy.

I admit, I don't know her schedule.

I've been away.

Oh yeah, that's right,
where were you exactly?

Newfoundland, I was in
transit most of the night.

Well, we'll be in touch if
we have any more information.

Again, very sorry for your loss.

Just get the monster who did this.

That's right, we will.

I mean, whoever could have done this

was definitely a monster.

Are you sure you're okay?

Is there someone we can call?

Thanks, but...

I wanna be alone.

Okay.

Well, we'll go through his
alibi with a fine tooth comb,

what you saw is really
what happened, then...

I know what I saw.

Sergeant McCluskey, Mr. Logan.

How the hell did you get up here?

My sources tell me

you were back at the Burrows'
place today, am I right?

Is Kyle a suspect?

Look, the media desk
is on the second floor.

The "no comment" office,
yeah, I've been there.

They know less than I do.

Make sure she gets outta here.

I will, I'll be right there.

How about you Mr. Logan, comment?

It might be worth your while.

Okay, you know what?

Ambushing us is not the best
way to get what you want.

You wanna give me a crash
course on communicating?

How sweet?
- This is the second time

you said you had something
for us, what is it?

Shoot.

Quid pro quo?

You know what?

If what you have is worth it, maybe.

Not exactly starting from
a place of mutual trust,

are we, Toby?

All right, you know what?

I don't have time for these games.

Games?

Hey, whoa.

How come you quit being a medic?

I didn't.

And how come whatever it is you do,

never gets entered into IIB's evidence

against the accused in any trial?

Because it's never any good, okay?

Why're you reading our cases?

I'm doing my research.

Wanna comment now?

I can't tell if you're serious.

Can you make sure she
gets outta here please?

Thanks anyway.

Kyle Burrows was
mid-flight from Newfoundland

when Franca was killed.

I got five statements to confirm it.

Apparently, the offshore drilling
boom in the North Atlantic

needs wireless solutions
and he's their go-to guy.

So his alibi is clear
for the whole week?

Yeah, he had back-to-back meetings,

most of his time was spent on an oil rig.

He was really only alone when he slept.

I saw him do it.

Maybe he thought about it.

No.

I double-checked for anything

to indicate that he could
have hired someone to do it.

I checked his personal
accounts, his business expenses.

There was nothing out of order,

especially no hitman-size money going out.

Yeah, because he did it himself.

But you said yourself,

sometimes you read people's intentions.

Yeah, not this time.

It was too sharp, it was
too detailed, he killed her.

What about her business
partner, Lucy Estevez?

Her alibi is soft.

I mean, she was at home, working alone.

She claims that her and
Franca were like sisters,

but I'm not sold.

But, she did say that she thought

that Franca might have had a lover.

Maybe she just wants
us looking elsewhere.

Possibly.

I'm checking with their mutual
friends and business contacts

to see just how real that sisters act is.

Oh, as for who Franca
fought with at the bistro,

I checked the name of the reservation

and came up with this, Thomas Szabo.

Who's this?

Who's Thomas Szabo?

He's a local architect.

He's got some co-ventures
with Franca's firm.

He has no criminal record.

Okay, Dev, you keep digging on Lucy.

You and I are gonna go talk to this Szabo.

Okay.

Me and Franca?

Who said that?

So you two weren't involved?

Professionally.

She single handedly
put my work on the map.

She was my muse and
patron, but not my lover.

So, you met outside of work,
maybe had dinner last night?

And she wanted to review the timelines

of a new project, yes.

How did that go?

We argued, she walked out.

I warned her this would happen.

I should have stayed
the hell away from her.

We know you didn't
argue about deadlines,

you were arguing about your relationship.

You were lovers.

We got closer during the
time we worked together.

Last night,

I should have kept my mouth shut,

I crossed the line and said something.

- About money?
- About Kyle.

They seemed to be having some problems.

I was trying to be supportive.

I should have walked her to her car.

But you didn't.

I went for a few drinks.

I don't know when I got in or how.

I know that makes me a suspect

but I would never have hurt her.

Okay, we'll be in touch.

Thank you.

His grief for Franca is genuine,

I don't get him killing her.

Well, they were having an affair.

If she told him she wasn't
leaving her husband,

he could have gone into a rage.

He wanted her to leave Kyle.

And did I mention that Kyle is the killer?

Toby, what's going on with you?

All right, this reporter,

she said that she has
something that we could use.

Maybe we should talk to her.

What did you get from her?

I didn't get anything, I can't read her.

You can't read her?

You tried?

Of course, I mean, she
seemed sincere, so...

Toby, no, that's a hook.

That's how they get you to talk.

Obviously, she doesn't
need one for you though.

Oh, Dev says Franca and Lucy
had partnership insurance.

One dies, the other gets her stake.

Franca was worth 6 million.

- Huh?
- Sounds like motive.

It's a common thing.

Franca's lawyer advised
us to get the insurance

in case of accidents.

Right, like if one of you got murdered.

Do I need a lawyer?

Because you guys are way off base here.

You two were at each other's throats.

I already told the other
detective it wasn't like that.

Maybe you wanted her
share of the business

so you could run it the way you wanted to.

I wanted her to be happy

for once in her miserable life.

Or maybe, you wanted to
help her out of a bad spot.

You knew she was miserable.

Even little rich girls get abused.

Franca grew up as a princess
but Kyle beat that out of her.

You're saying that Kyle abused her?

She always swore he never hit her.

He didn't have to.

He broke her in a hundred other ways.

So why didn't you say this before?

I said, Franca cared
about her reputation,

which was linked to Kyle's.

So what, she was embarrassed, ashamed?

She made me swear that
I wouldn't tell a soul

that Kyle was anything but perfect.

She didn't wanna be pitied.

She wanted a way out.

Abusive husband killing
his cheating wife.

Is it starting to sound
like a story that you'd buy?

I'll just wait for the DNA
to get back in from the lab.

Look, I know he did it.

This is not about the DNA,

this is about you guys
not trusting what I do.

Toby.

So, one possibly unreadable
girl and I'm unreliable.

I need more than a read, I need proof.

Yeah, look, I could get
in trouble for seeing you.

You wanted to know why my work at IIB

is never in any of the
case records, right?

- Yeah.
- Okay.

Behavioral evidence is
easily dismissed in court.

What's on record is the
results, the hard evidence,

that's what sticks.

So tit for tat, what
do you got on Burrows?

A few months back, I was at
this gala on a tax fraud story

and Kyle and Franca were out
back after, on their own.

And he was drunk, screaming at her.

He slapped her.

The cops came, she wouldn't press charges.

And there's no record
of that with Metro?

I checked, nothing.

My editors wouldn't run
it out of fear of Kyle,

but now I know I should
have pressed harder.

So that's it, that's what you got?

- Yeah.
- Okay.

So you're saying

this incident never took place.

Absolutely.

I would never hit a
woman, let alone Franca.

So, why have three
separate sources told us

your marriage was in trouble.

You were never here.

You don't wanna be in this marriage.

Listen to me, just be
here when I get back.

We had an arrangement
and discretion was key.

If she cried on any shoulders about it,

it was news to me.

Well, jealous lovers
could be potential suspects.

We're gonna need to talk to them.

I was never with anyone for long enough

for them to be jealous.

As for anyone she may have been with,

we never discussed names or details.

Well, it was just a lot easier

to save your breath and kill her.

Sergeant, you and your partner
are no longer welcome here.

Now if you'll excuse me, I
have a funeral to arrange.

What the hell was that?

I saw it again, I saw him lunge at her.

Look, you can't just
accuse a grieving husband

of killing his wife when there's no proof

and he has an airtight alibi.

He did it, I saw him
do it, that's my proof.

That's not how it works,
Toby, you know that.

Okay, so maybe I went at
this guy too hard, too quickly,

but I know he's guilty.

Burrows has the kind of money

that buys friends in high places.

I'm sure he was on the phone

the minute we walked out the door.

All right, so what happens next?

Now we have to make sure

you walk out of this in one piece.

Toby! Michelle!

My office.

What's up?

You had an unauthorized conversation

with a reporter from
the Daily Record today?

With Tia, yeah.

First name basis, cozy.

The paper's using the
Freedom of Information Act

to put us under the microscope.

I didn't say anything to her, so...

Okay, I'm just gonna
give you one warning, okay?

If you talk to the media
again, you're off this case.

Yeah, sure.

DNA results are back.

Yeah? Previous offender?

No, we can rule out the
husband and Lucy Estevez.

Leaving this Thomas Szabo
or a world of persons unknown.

Great, thanks.

Oh.

Hey, you, how's it going?

Liv, hey, ah, well...

Pleasant surprise,
are you here on a case?

No, unofficial, below the radar.

What's going on?

Well, something's wrong.

You know, I've got this read

of this husband killing his wife,

but there's no way that
he could have done it.

And there's this girl,

I've been trying to read her, nothing.

Nothing?

Yeah.

That's new, how are you feeling?

Like I could use a self-diagnostic
with someone I trust.

Thank you for your
cooperation, Mr. Szabo.

How long till I'm cleared?

We have our lab standing by.

You get that I was with her that night.

I mean, we hugged, kissed hello.

We're only matching samples

that she could have acquired

while defending herself from an attack.

I loved her, I wanted to help her.

So she was leaving Kyle?

That was the plan.

He scared her out of it.

You weren't the first to read

our so-called private messages.

Are you saying that
Kyle hacked her phone?

Or one of his tech guys, yes.

When Kyle found out
about us, he flipped out.

He told her that she...

Needed to end it with me,

that she needed to be home to greet him

when he got back to town or else.

Okay, we're gonna need
you to stick around town

until we get the results back.

If Kyle hacked her smartphone,

he could track her movements.

He'd know exactly where she was gonna be.

Okay, and we're absolutely sure

there are no holes in his alibi.

Yeah, I dug a little deeper

and ran all contracts that his
corporation has entered into

looking for potential
bogus subcontractors.

If he made a deal with
somebody to kill his wife,

I can't find it.

All right, your
grandmother's middle name.

Jeanette.

Your biggest regret?

Your father.

Yeah, missing his funeral.

Toby, that's 20 out of 20.

You're fine.

Right, so it's gotta be the girl.

Maybe, but we don't know
how it works when it does,

we're sure as hell not gonna
figure it out when it doesn't.

I'm open to theories.

Childhood illness, a
metal plate in her head.

You're the only one who understands it

when you experience it.

What if I can't anymore?

There's that read I got
wrong from that guy.

Well, maybe that's
something else altogether.

What do you mean?

Maybe it isn't the read itself,

but your interpretation of it.

Look, it wasn't an
imagining or an intention.

This was a memory, a recollection.

I'm sorry, Toby.

Short of tracking what's going on,

detecting patterns, triggers...

Thanks.

You're okay, that's what matters.

What do you mean you can't?

I can't hear her thoughts.

I can't see what's inside of her head.

Oh, she just smiles and I see nothing.

Oh, so you like her?

Yeah, right up until she
got Klein pissed off at me.

Wait, I thought the guy
who didn't kill his wife

got Klein pissed off at you.

I don't know, man.

I've been trying to figure
this thing out my whole life.

I finally do and I got a purpose for it

and now it abandons me.

Well, I mean for those
of us who can't read people

like an open book, unexpected
surprises happen all the time.

Right.

Does every thought
you have solve a case?

No.

But they still hired you anyway.

Look, if I can't trust
myself, they can't trust me.

Well, Toby, I mean,

this ability to read minds
that you have is incredible,

but the greatest gift is
what it's already given you.

And you know how to read people.

You know people inside and out.

This guy Kyle, man,
he wanted his wife dead.

I could feel him doing
it and he enjoyed it.

So trust that.

Maybe you don't know how he did it yet,

but you know he did it.

So stick with it.

Get deeper into his head.

You in a rush?

Something holding you
back, weighing you down?

Maybe a conscience?

I said I'm done talking to you.

I know a lot about you,
a lot more than you think.

- Get outta here.
- Yeah, I've seen what happens

when someone turns
their back on you, Kyle.

I know you killed her.

She was leaving you for someone else

and you couldn't handle that.

Leave me alone or I
will have your badge.

Yeah, let me take you back there.

You snuck up on her.

You concealed your weapon until
you're right on top of her.

All right, that's enough.

She had her back to you.

You got this surge of
adrenaline, you can't wait.

You are insane.

You haven't heard the end of this.

Leave it on.

What's going on?

I just received this court order

denying our unit further
access to Kyle Burrows.

'Cause we're on to him.

Tia Tremblay saw Kyle
physically hurt Franca,

I was just following up on that.

Tia again?

Yeah.

And you got this from reading her?

I can't read her.

Can't?

What do you mean can't?

You knew about this?

This is the first time it happened.

Tia is not relevant to our investigation.

Keeping secrets

and covering for one another's
screw-ups absolutely is.

This woman is a shark.

She's not, and she didn't get anything.

She could sink all our careers.

In light of the fact

that your abilities seemed
to be malfunctioning,

not to mention your judgment,
you're off this case

and relieved of duty until further notice.

Was that really necessary?

Well, had to be done.

Not like that.

He's lucky I only took him off the case,

not out of the whole damn unit.

Well, without Toby, there isn't a unit.

Let me assure you,
we are well on our way

to that being the situation anyway.

Toby confronted Kyle
Burrows on his own property

without permission.

I just spent the last hour on the phone

with Superintendent Price,
putting out that particular fire.

Toby is sure that
Burrows is responsible.

With the state of his gift right now,

his opinion means nothing.

He made a mistake.

He's made multiple mistakes,
talking to the press,

inaccurate reads, or
worse, no reads at all.

If we can't trust his ability,

then he's a liability, period.

What if he's right?

You have Logan's back, I get it.

This isn't about loyalty.

Burrows' alibi is airtight.

His DNA was not a match.

I'm aware of all of that,
but Toby and his abilities,

they've earned my trust, and
I'm not gonna go back on that

because of one or two
mistakes in this one case.

This one case, the high
profile nature of the victim,

we're already under increased scrutiny.

I can't have a member of
this team, any member,

acting outside the chain of command.

If he can't play by the
rules, I can't protect him.

- I'll talk to him.
- Later.

We still have a murder to
solve and we're a man short.

- Hey.
- Hey.

You're a dangerous man
to be around right now.

Why is that?

Oh, Kyle's lawyers are all after Klein.

He's disavowing all
responsibility for your actions.

Oh, that's a mistake

Going after someone as
powerful as Kyle on your own,

that is a mistake.

Klein's just trying to save the team.

What do you think?

I think whatever you said

must have scared the hell out of Burrows.

Hmm.

I thought my read was off,

but it wasn't, it was just incomplete.

So I went there to get more, and I did.

I got a clock, I heard a steam whistle,

and I got Kyle cutting a blonde
woman's throat with a knife.

It wasn't Franca.

- So, two blondes.
- Mm-hmm.

Do you have any idea who she was?

Don't know, but he killed her.

Yeah, they must be connected.

What's going on with the DNA?

Szabo and Lucy are cleared,

but we know that Kyle
found out about the affair.

He threatened Franca.

But he didn't kill
her, someone else did.

Whoever Kyle killed is the key to this.

Okay, I will look into it.

Good.

Which means you won't.

The only way we're gonna
get you back at the IIB

is by nailing Kyle by the book.

All right, got it.

The ambushes are getting
a little old, aren't they?

I called your office.

I know what personal leave means.

I'm sorry, if anything I
said got you into trouble.

The access of information
stuff was my editor, okay?

He golfs with Kyle Burrows.

He knew I was at the crime scene.

He asked me who was working it.

I didn't realize he was
looking for an angle

to come after you or your team.

You have no reason to trust me,
so maybe I can give you one.

You like anything you hear, it's yours.

We both know Kyle Burrows
is behind his wife's murder.

The thing is, he didn't
get his hands dirty.

He had someone do it for him.

Yeah, well, the evidence
does not support that.

Rich people meet a
lot of desperate people.

It's too risky.

He chooses the wrong guy,

the whole thing blows up in his face.

Or he keeps coming back to haunt him,

blackmail, extortion.

That's a tough role to cast.

It requires a type of trust
that Kyle cannot give.

But the world is his oyster.

His personal travel itineraries.

Don't ask, just listen.

Kyle was in Vancouver three weeks ago.

He was booked as the keynote
speaker at a tech conference.

He bailed the last two
days of the conference.

Okay, so, something came up.

The man has never missed a date

with the limelight in his life.

He fell off the grid for two days,

that time could have been spent

finding a hit man to kill his wife.

Buying a birthday gift,
maybe he met a woman.

Another reason to check out Vancouver.

If he goes with a non-local hit man,

it would make it harder to
trace a connection back to him.

What have you got, Logan?

I don't know, I don't know,

but if I get something,
then I promise you,

you will get the exclusive.

Thank you, Tia.

This isn't enough.

Yeah.

Kyle killed that woman in
Vancouver about three weeks ago

near that antique steam clock in Gastown.

Toby, I told you to stay away from him.

No, this is from Tia
who did not come after us,

it was her editor who
is a friend of Kyle's.

From Tia?

Toby!

Look, can you just look into it?

If she's pulling something,
we will both know.

I can't tell on my own.

It just goes along with
what I got from Kyle.

Okay, I'll have Dev look into it.

Look, Klein's out for a few
hours on some depositions.

I checked Kyle's travel itinerary

against recent homicides in Vancouver.

There were four,

but only one of them in Gastown

that matched the hours that
Kyle vanished that day.

Hey, this is the girl that Kyle killed.

Brigit Lynde, cause of death...

Her throat was slit.

Brigit Lynde,

she's a retail buyer, married and no kids.

She declared personal bankruptcy twice.

So what's the connection to Kyle?

Maybe one of his lovers.

Maybe, I checked his client list

and business contacts and competitors,

I haven't found a connection yet.

Well, how about family connections?

Well, her husband, Steven
Lynde is a publisher,

another Toronto boy who made it big.

Try connecting Kyle and Lynde

to see if there's any recent contact.

Yeah, there's lots of connections here.

They went to the same university, Blake.

They graduated the same year.

They were even in the same frat together.

They graduated 10 years ago.

Check for class reunion.

What are you thinking?

Have you ever seen
this old Hitchcock film,

"Strangers on a Train?"

Crisscross.

So we know that Kyle Burrows
and Steven Lynde reconnected

at their fraternity reunion.

They agree to swap murders.

Their lives aren't
connected to the victims,

so they'll never get caught.

It's a long shot, Michelle.

Reunion could have been sheer coincidence.

And what's Steven Lynde's motive?

I mean, is there any evidence

that he also wanted his wife dead?

Brigit Lynde told her
book club that he hit her

and repeatedly threatened her life.

So he's suspect number one.

Airtight alibi, exact
same elements as Kyle's.

Both were traveling,

both have witnesses for every waking hour.

So maybe a little more
than just a coincidence.

All of this came from Toby.

You're saying we need him?

I'll work the back channels,
get him reinstated.

You get him back on the
case as soon as possible.

He's supposed to be resting,
I don't wanna bother him.

Don't be nervous, he wants to meet you.

He asked me twice.

Just go.
- Okay, okay.

Dr. Porter's
triage, Dr. Porter's triage.

Come in.

Hey Glen, it's Oz, I brought you in.

How you doing, you feeling
good, you comfortable?

I am now, thanks to you.

I wanna thank you for saving my life.

It's a good handshake you got there.

Hey, I've got something for ya.

Oh, we're not, we're not
allowed to accept gifts.

I was just doing my job.

You know, that would be unethical.

So, I can't really...

Oz, these are VIP 50-yard line seats

to the 100th Grey Cup championship,

and I want you to have 'em.

I'm actually applying
for management right now.

So, I really, I gotta set a
good example for the guys.

I hear you, leadership's important.

It is in football too, but the
guys will think you're nuts

if you don't take these.

Yeah, I got a friend

who's probably never gonna
wanna talk to me again, but I...

Maybe, I could just see them.

Can you just...

Just crack that. No, you know
what, it's fine, thank you.

Thank you, but I will pass.
- Hang on, hang on a second.

Maybe there's a way we
can still work this out.

Oh, look who's back officially.

Ooh, got a keycard.

All right, very cute, very cute.

So what do we got?

Ah, well, Steven Lynde is
supposed to be in Mont-Tremblant

a literary retreat all week long.

But he isn't?

No, according to his rental
car's anti-theft system,

he's been in Toronto
for the past two days.

Killing Franca Burrows.

And there's no record
the car was stolen?

No.

So I have an OPP unit
tailing him as we speak.

Where?

Looks like he's headed
eastbound on Highway 401

towards the Don Valley Parkway junction.

Yeah, he's heading back to
his alibi in Mont-Tremblant.

Well, let's keep eyes on him.

Dev, can you hack into Kyle's phone?

Yeah, piece of cake.

How could you be this stupid?

What the hell are you doing here?

What the hell are you doing texting me?

I was on my way out of
here, I was free and clear.

We said no contact.

What're you thinking?

I didn't send you this.

So, this is what?

A set-up?

Dude, do not flake out on me now.

Well, something's going on.

Somebody put us together, somebody knows.

Calm down, let me think about this.

You caved, didn't you?

I knew that I couldn't trust you.

What, did you sell me out for a deal?

Nobody has anything on me, you idiot.

You must have done something.

We need more.

Are you wearing a wire?

Why would I be wearing a wire?

I have more to lose than you do.

You are pulling something,

but I am not going down
for a double murder alone.

This was your idea.

I didn't even think you were serious

until you cut my wife's throat

and left her lying in the garbage.

Go, go, go, go.

Let's go, let's move.

Freeze, IIB.

Don't move.

Give it to me.

Let's go, get down.

Give me your hands.

We're clear.

That's right, crisscross,
just like in the movie.

Thank you, it was a team effort.

I can't give away all our secrets, Jeremy.

I just hope that your trust is restored

and that my budget is fully approved.

We'll talk, all right.

Logan?

Yeah.

Hey, so I guess you're out
of the doghouse with Price.

Well, he's just shocked
and amazed that we,

once again, solved the unsolvable crime.

Well, I gotta say, half of
that was Kyle's arrogance.

It's more than that.

I need to give credit where credit is due.

After a shaky start, you
really came through for us.

I'm glad to have you back.

Well, thanks, apology accepted.

Oh, no, don't mistake
that for an apology.

I was well within my rights

to remove you from the investigation

and I will not hesitate to do it again

if you ever break protocol
like you did today.

I will keep that in mind.

Please do.

And in turn,

I will try to better understand
how your process works.

Maybe I can give you a little more leeway

in that department, in the future.

You know what, I would appreciate that.

I'll see you tomorrow, bright and early.

Sounds good.

The very first Grey Cup game
was played at Rosedale Field

in Toronto in 1909, and since
then, this legendary symbol...

Hey,

what're you doing here?

This, my friend, is your lucky day.

It's not my birthday.

You know, luck is not even
the right word, blessed.

Cool, what do I do?

Would you just open it,
please, before I explode?

Whoa, no, are you kidding me?

- Huh?
- Are these real?

- Yep.
- How'd you get them?

And on a personal note,

I wanna say thank you to Oz
Bey for coming to my rescue.

No, are you kidding me?

I saved Glen Suitor's life, my friend.

He just said your name.

And he gave you those tickets -

Oh man, you're famous.

to take me to Grey Cup 100.

Nice, good work.

- Yeah.
- Well, I...

Oh, hey.

I'm going to probably
not take you actually.

It's okay, right?
- This is...

Is this...
- This is, yeah.

Okay, yeah, it's fine.

Are you kidding me?

It's a Grey Cup 100, man,
me and you, all the way.

- Nice.
- It's nice, right?

Tia, this is Oz, Oz, this is Tia.

- Nice to meet you.
- Nice to meet you.

- She's a reporter.
- Nice.

- Yeah.
- This just in, I gotta go.

All right.

Glad you could come.

Well, thanks for the exclusive.

Well, it was authorized and everything.

Thank you for your help.

You wanna sit down?

Oh, I didn't come to stand.

Good, that's great.

So, is this off the record?

Celebrations are strictly "me time."

Okay, I've got to
take your word for that.

You want a drink?

Sure.

Good, I am gonna have
to ask you what you want.

What would you like to drink?

Something fruity.

Okay, fair enough.