All language subtitles for The Listener - S03E09 [Crossed]

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! Some guys should never

take their shirts off. Dude, that's gross.

- Uh!
- That was nice.

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

Who are these crazy people?

I can't blame 'em. Grey Cup 100.

We should have a made a
video. We would have totally won.

Some kind of Criss Angel,

David Blaine, mind-reading thing.

Yeah, IIB would love that,
huh? I think we'll be sitting

- here on the couch.
- Oh, man, I got to bounce.

What do you mean? Come on,
it's half-time, we've got half a pie left.

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
date before my shift. OK, right?

- Follow your bliss. - Are you sure?
- Whatever floats your boat.

- OK, Toby.
- Get some sleep.

- Man, I got the cheerleaders, I'm OK.
- 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 is 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.

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. OK?

Take care. Bye-bye.

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bunny www.addic7ed.com

Excuse me. Excuse me. Thanks.

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

- This must be someone important.
- Let's just say the victim's

in case of emergency contact
is the minister of Justice.

Whoa!

Her name is Franca Burrows.

Burrows as in the Opera Theatre?

Yeah, and the Art Centre, 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 to make it look like a robbery

- gone wrong. Purse is missing.
- 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.
- Do we have a description of this guy?

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

- Whom we have trouble reaching.
- How about a phone? Anything?

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's at with that.

Dev, 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.
Something about Franca leaving.]

[No death threats, but I got to say, but
these ladies were not in a good place.]

Can you identify her, track her down?

Her geo-tagging's off, but
I can trace her old-school.

[Just give me a second.]
No luck finding Burrows.

Well, prominent people
with money and influence,

maybe someone was after them both.

OK, 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, he found her business partner.

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

- Whoa! What are you doing here?
- Oh, come on!

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

- That's Franca Burrows, isn't it?
- What are you? A reporter?

Mindreader. With a
police scanner in my car.

Tia Tremblay, crime desk, Daily Record.

This is the part where I
neither confirm nor deny...

- What if I have a hot tip that could
blow this thing wide open for you?

- What 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?

Ah! He looks exactly like Glen Suitor.

- Who?
- TSN?

- Oh, my God! 89 Grey Cup?
- Rider pride.

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.
- OK, coming up.

Thank you.

- Oz?
- What?

You just saved a Grey Cup champion's life.

Hey, you know, just gotta take it
one day at a time. Do it for the team.

Leave it all in the
field. It's gut check time.

- Are you done?
- Homerun! Here's the "swish"!

- OK...
- Thanks, coach.

OK, 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. It will be a bad dream.

When was the last time
that you spoke with Franca?

Oh, we were texting last night.

Right up until the murder.

I thought she was giving
me the silent treatment.

What exactly were these
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!"

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.

Like an affair?

- Do you have a name?
- I wouldn't. Franca was the soul of discretion.

Do you think her husband could
have known something about this?

Kyle works as hard as she does.

Look, if she was cheating on him...

it would have been out of loneliness.

They barely saw one another.

They were both so busy.

OK. Thank you.

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

Franca was like Lady Di.

People adored her.

- I want to 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?

Someone who was upset by a property deal?

Not that I was aware of.

How about any personal issues?

Big 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, from each other.

So there was no outside romantic interest?

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, we're 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 OK?

Is there someone we can call?

Thanks, but...

...I want to be alone.

OK.

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

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

- I know what I saw.
- Sergeant McCluskey, Mr. Logan.

- How did you get up here?
- My sources tell me

you were back at the Burrows' place
today. Am I right? Is Kyle a suspect?

- The media desk, 2nd floor.
- The "no comment" office. Yeah, I've been there.

- They know less than I do.
- Make sure she gets out of here.

I will. I'll be right there.

How about you, Mr. Logan?
Comment? It might be worth

- your while.
- OK, you know what?

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

Want to give me a crash course
in communicating? How sweet.

This is the 2nd 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,
OK? You're 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 out of 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 or order,

especially no hitman-size money going out.

Yeah, because he did it himself.

You said yourself, sometimes
you read people's intentions.

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,

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 is this? Who's Thomas Szabo?

It's a local architect.
He's got some co-ventures

with Franca's firm. He
has no criminal record.

OK, Dev, you keep digging on Lucy.

You and I are going
to go talk to this Szabo.

OK.

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?

She wanted to review the timelines

on 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.

- OK. We'll be in touch.
- Thank you.

His grief for Franca is genuine.
I don't get him killing her.

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?

- 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.

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.

- Uh.
- Sounds like motive.

It's a common thing.

Franca's lawyers 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.

But 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 100 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 want to be pitied...

she wanted a way out.

Abusive husband

killing his cheating wife.

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

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

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.
- OK. Behavioural evidence

is easily dismissed in court.

What's on record is the results,

the hard evidence. That's what sticks.

So tit for that, what
have 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. 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.
- OK.

So you're saying this
incident never took place?

Absolutely. I would never
hit a woman, let alone Franca.

So why three separate sources told us

your marriage was in trouble?

You were never here! You
don't want to 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.

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 just can't
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.

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

OK, 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 unauthorised 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.

I'm just going to give you one warning, OK?

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 us Thomas Szabo

or a world of persons unknown.

Great. Thanks.

Oh.

- Hey, you, how is it going?
- Liv, hey, uh, well.

Pleasant surprise. So are you on a case?

Uh, no, unofficial, below the radar.

- What's going on?
- Well...

something's wrong. 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 'til 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.

I loved her. I wanted to help her.

- So she was leaving Kyle?
- That was the plan.

He scared her out of it.

You aren'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, uh...

needed to end it with me, that she needed

to be home to greet him
when he got back to town

or else.

OK, we're going to 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.

OK. 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 grandma's middle name?

Ginette.

Your biggest regret?

- Your father.
- Yeah, missing his funeral.

Toby...

that's 20 out of 20. You're fine.

Right. So it's got to be the girl.

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

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

I'm open to theories. Uh...

childhood illness, 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 OK, 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.

She just smiles, and I see nothing.

- Oh, so you like her?
- Yeah, right up until

- she got Klein pissed of at me.
- Wait, I thought the guy

who didn't kill his wife
got Klein pissed of 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.

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, 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're 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 out of 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
'til 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're 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.
- Because we're on to him.

Tia Tremblay saw Kyle
physically hurt Franca.

- I was just following up on that.
- Tia again.

- Yeah.
- 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 seem to be

malfunctioning, not to
mention your judgement, 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.

- 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?
- Kyle's lawyers

are all after Klein. He's disavowing

- all responsibility for your actions.
- That's a mistake.

Going after someone as powerful as Kyle

on your own, that is a mistake.

I'm 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?
- Uh-huh.

Do you have any idea who she was?

No, 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.

- OK, 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.

These 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. OK?

He golfs with Kyle Burrows. He
knew I was at the crime scene.

He asked me who was working
it. I didn't realise 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 in here, 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.

OK, 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 hitman 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 hitman,

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'll 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...
- [Can you just look into it?]

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

I can't tell on my own.

It just goes along with
what I got from Kyle.

OK, 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, 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.

- How about family connections?
- Well, her husband,

Steven Lynde is a publisher.
Another Toronto boy who made it big.

Try connecting Kyle and Lynde,
see if there's any recent contact.

Yeah, there are 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 ten years ago.

- Check for class reunion.
- What are you thinking? - Have you ever seen

this old Hitchcock film,
Strangers on a Train.

Criss-cross.

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?

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: both
were travelling, both have witnesses

for every waking hour.

So maybe a little more
than just coincidence.

All of this came from Toby.

You're saying we need him?

I'll work the back channels, get him reinstated.
Get him back on the case as soon as possible.

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

Don't be nervous. He wants to meet you.

- He asked me twice. Just go.
- OK, OK.

- Come in.
- Hey, Glen.

It's Oz. I brought you in.

How are you doing? Are
you feeling good, comfortable?

I am now, thanks to you. I want
to thank you for saving my life.

It's a good handshake you got there.

- I've got something for you.
- Oh, we're not allowed

to accept gifts. I was just doing my job.
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 really I got to set a good example.

I hear you. Leadership's
important. It is in football too,

but the guys will think you're
nuts you don't take these.

Yeah, I got a friend who's probably
never gonna want to talk to me again, but I...

Maybe I can just see them. Can you just

crack that? No! You know, 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 have we got?
- Uh, well, Steven Lynde

is supposed to be at Mont Tremblant
at 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.

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 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 are you thinking?

I didn't send you this.

So this is what?

- A setup?
- Dude,

- do not flake out on me now.
- 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!
Would 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 think you were serious
until you cut my wife's throat

and left her lying in the garbage.

- Go, go, go, go!
- Go, 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. Criss-cross

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.

Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!

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.

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

It was 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 of Canadian unity... Hey!

- What are you doing here?
- This is your lucky day.

- It's not my birthday.
- You know, luck isn't even the right word. Blessed.

Cool, what do I do?

Would you just open it
please before I explode.

WHOA! No!

You're kidding me! Are these real?

- Yep.
- How did you get them?

And on a personal note, I
want to say thank you to Oz Bey

- for coming to my rescue.
- Nooo! Are you kidding me?

- I saved Glen Suitor's life.
- He just said your name!

- Oh, man, you're famous!
- And he gave you those tickets

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 OK, right?
- This is, uh... is this...

This is, yeah.

OK. You know, it's fine.

Are you kidding me? It's 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.
- She's a reporter.

Nice! This just in, I gotta go.

All right? OK.

- Glad you could come.
- Thanks for the exclusive.

Well, it was authorized and
everything. Thank you for your help.

- You want to sit down?
- Oh, I didn't come to stand.

Good. That is great.

So...

- is this off the record?
- Celebrations are strictly "me time".

OK. 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.

- Ha! Ha! Ha!
- OK. Fair enough.