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Toronto's war on crime.

The worst offenders are pursued by the detectives of the Specialized Criminal

Investigations Unit.

These are their stories.

So there I was.

Center field. Exhibition stadium. Drunk as a skunk. No pants.

Dave Steeb on the mound. So I says, pitch me one, Davey.

I'll lend you a no -hitter.

Oh, Betty, you're such a liar.

Don't you believe me, Prim?

Prim? It's Maggie you're dealing with. I've slept with half the men in here, so

don't you dare call me Pim. Sorry.

I'll tell you what. Let me try on that swanky gold ring of yours, and then I'll

call the square.

Easy, Cleopatra.

Mark Anthony here needs his afternoon nap. Well, I guess you must be the, uh,

Ashley.

I wouldn't be alive without you. Just doing my job. I've met other social

workers, Ethan. They judge.

You care.

Which is why I got you something.

Kyle, you know I can't accept gifts.

It's not that kind of gift.

What is it?

The answer to the question you keep asking people.

Ethan! What's up?

You all right? You knew.

Didn't you?

All this time?

Why don't you get in the car? We'll talk. I don't want to get in your car. I

want the truth.

Be sure it's true when you say I love

you.

We accommodate all religious days and events.

And on Sunday nights, your mom can sip a cocktail or a boost while she enjoys

music she loves.

Rose and Dario come by once a month to see their friend Benny and entertain.

They're real hooters.

Because these words, the words spoken, I love

you. Yes, I do. Oh, keep it clean, Ma.

Someone's going to have a heart attack.

Oh, Ma.

Can you believe a mug like your dad tickling the ivories like that, Matteo?

Apparently, Liberace used to roll Grissini to get better at piano.

Is that true?

No, Benny. When you say I love you, it's a thing to

tell a lie.

You smell good, honey.

I can't get you out of my head.

I know, buddy.

I know.

There you go.

Where are we going?

Cool. Oh, prim.

What did we get here, baby?

His name's Benny Donahue. He came to Gracewood a year ago. Who found the

One of the staff workers.

In -house doctor pronounced him dead. He's about to wheel him inside, but I

him to back away and called you.

Poor guy. It was only minus 12 last night. It would have taken three, four

for the hypothermia to take him. So the home executive director said that this

was not Benny's first late -night outing. Apparently they found him

various parts of the park over the last month or so. This wasn't an accident.

Slipper treads match these indents in the turf, but the indents are pointed,

made with the balls of the feet. If Benny wheeled himself out, he'd be

his heels in, dragging, not pushing.

He didn't do this. Someone wore his slippers.

Someone brought him out here to die.

That mark on his left pinky finger.

Now, frostbite starts at the very end of our extremities and works backwards.

That mark's above the knuckle.

Benny was wearing a ring and he was allergic to it. Blue skin, especially

his mouth and fingernails. That could just be the cold, but it might be

cyanosis, lack of oxygen.

Opioid overdose?

It's possible. It was freezing cold last night. Look at these sweat marks.

Exposure, overdose.

Combination of both.

Now let's call it in.

Who would do such a horrible thing to a sweet old man?

Excuse me.

Is this going to be much longer?

At least she didn't snap her fingers at us.

That was a good catch.

Hey, can I ask, what are you doing here?

Am I a suspect?

Sorry, it's a force of habit.

I'm doing what I do every morning before work.

Visiting my mom.

Next, if Ken is listed here as Benny's son, Dr. Sheldon Donahue. Did he visit?

Is he here a lot?

No, no. I've never met him.

Did Benny have a personal care worker?

Yes. Gia Frank. She's off today. Okay. Well, we're going to need her number.

We'd also like a list of all of Benny's visitors, please.

Okay.

Here it is.

Sir. Are no visitors for an entire year? Not even his son? That's what the log

says. You don't find that strange?

Not at all. The lives of senior citizens are lonelier and sadder than the public

cares to know. Was Benny an opiate addict? The file here says he had a

prescription for buprenorphine. Benny had medication for a chronic back pain.

was bad. He could barely walk.

Well, either way, I don't think Benny wheeled himself out into the dark with a

head full of opiates.

And as I'm sure you're well aware, any stories of negligence surrounding a care

home, well, they seem to snowball in the press. So, Mrs. Malboff, your best look

right now is your complete and total cooperation with this investigation.

That's cute.

Straight to voicemail.

Remember who you are.

An affirmation? He was reading Moll Flanders. It's a story about repentance.

Maybe remember who you are is a sign of a guilty conscience.

Could be a threat from Benny's killer.

It's lipstick, so perhaps it belongs to the elusive gene? Oh, well, let's get a

car on our missing care worker. And in the meantime... Let's you and I deliver

the bad news in person. Find out why Dr. Andrew Donahue wasn't visiting his dad.

Doctor, excuse me. I'm Detective Henry Graff. This is Detective Francesca

Bateman, Toronto Police.

Hi. How can I help?

Doctor, we've just come from Gracewood Manor.

I'm so sorry to inform you that your father, Benjamin Donahue, passed away

morning. You're joking?

My father died nine years ago.

Doctor,

do you recognize this man?

Never seen him before in my life.

So this is not Benjamin Donahue? No.

Wait, are you saying this guy was pretending to be my dad? It's probably

clerical error.

We're very sorry to have bothered you.

That's a nice piece.

Mm -hmm.

Solid gold.

Where'd you get it? Friend gave it to me.

I'm just gonna go grab my lube.

Okay.

So, uh, how much you want for it?

You know what?

I changed my mind. I actually think I'm going to keep it.

What's your rush?

Hey, get back here!

Benny Donahue, John Doe, whatever his name is, suffered from NF1,

neurofibromatosis. You can see the telltale cafe au lait mark on his torso.

I also found a fibroma growing in his spine.

I wonder if the poor guy could barely walk.

I think Benny was a smoker trying to quit.

Nicotine patch, although strangely his lungs were clear. And detective, you

right. The discoloration around his pinky finger is most likely a reaction

the nickel used to fortify a 24 karat gold ring.

You have a cause of death?

Cause of death is hypothermia, but the massive amount of buprenorphine in his

system didn't help. Well, that many opiates in his system.

Then he wouldn't have made a peep.

Also... Oh, that blue fingernail.

No. Fingerprints.

He has none.

They're burned off chemically.

What did our victim do for work? Well, we were hoping you could tell us that

because everything the retirement home has on him is fake.

Well, hunch at the neck, tennis elbow.

Maybe he worked with his hands.

Who are you, Benny?

Well, uniforms have a 20 on G.

I didn't steal anything.

No?

Is that because of your religion?

Um, no. Why?

The menorah on your cupboard?

No? Nothing?

Rings no bells?

What, the crappy brass candlestick? It was Benny's, wasn't it? You see, despite

his phony Irish name, we know that Benny was suffering from neurofibromatosis, a

genetic condition often seen in Ashkenazi Jews.

He gave it to me. I was good to him. He wanted to think.

Thank me. What about the ring, Gia? Was that a gift, too?

God, I don't have his stupid ring.

Where were you last night between midnight and 4 a .m.? Booty call.

Chad something.

You can check my bumble. Yeah, you seem real beat up to learn that Benny died.

Kind of comes with the job.

Like dementia?

When did you know he had it?

Dementia. That wasn't in his chart.

Well, it wouldn't be, would it?

The symptoms had just started. That's why he asked to borrow your lipstick so

could write, remember who you are on his mirror. And that's why he wore the

nicotine patch to stave off memory loss.

Then he wanted to stay lucid.

Okay, there may have been some signs.

We're getting somewhere.

Look, some people lose their memory, other people lose their filter. Say

they wouldn't normally say. It was hard to tell.

Okay, so what kind of stuff was Benny saying?

He used to always talk about some girl named Prim and how he wants... Pinked a

job from the lucky for some guy, George Chufalo, Chuffalo.

George Shavalo?

The boxer.

I guess.

So that's why he lasted so long against Allah?

Ali. Muhammad Ali.

Maple Leaf Gardens, 1966.

Look, I don't know if any of it was true, but he was always very

Mm -hmm.

Okay, Gia.

Where's the ring? I threw it out.

Honest. I tried to sell it at the Sherbourne Pond, and the guy got really

Grabbed me. It was actually, like, really scary.

Bye -bye ring.

What else can you tell us about this ring? It was gold, it was heavy. Any

distinguishing features, markings?

Yeah, actually, it had a carving of a bull on it. Wasn't like I was going to

wear it. Not even a Taurus.

No, you wouldn't wear that ring.

You would clash with your new orange jumpsuit.

What?

Pinked a job means he made a suit with great care.

Hunch on the neck, tennis elbow.

Benny was a tailor.

Yeah, maybe the lucky was the shop.

Tom Ford is we live and breathe.

Who? Tom Ford, the tailor, designer.

I thought he was the guy who made cars.

No, that's me, Henry.

What's your name?

Joey. Joey. Joey, you ever seen this man before?

No. No.

Well, we're going to need a record of employment, a pay stub, maybe a number

we can call your boss.

Come on, bro. Some guy has me cash to come in here and like... And like, you

know what? Keep the lights on. Don't burn the place down.

Almost sounds like a direct quote.

Okay, cool.

That's cool.

Tell me, Joey, just between us, where in the store are you not allowed to go?

Good talk.

Look at that, Judy.

The middle seems undone.

What have we got?

I recall 1911 as a beautiful piece.

Aerial numbers filed off, tape on the grip.

No fingerprints, access to sports celebrities.

It wasn't a bull on Benny's ring. It was a cow with horns, a sign of strength

and calabria.

You think in our Benny's mafia?

I am.

Judging by his gun collection, I think our Benny was a hitman.

Benjamin Benny Cohen, a .k .a. Benny the Gent, a .k .a. the Mench.

Never married, never had any kids.

Gia said he used to talk about a woman named Prim.

Could be an ex -girlfriend, but so far we haven't found anyone with that name.

Yep, first Jewish hitman in the Toronto mob.

I've been hearing stories about Benny the Gent since I was a rookie. Kind of

like the...

Boogeyman of the underworld.

An old commander told me once that when Benny was 20 -something, a mob boss

refused to pay him. So Benny sneaks into the mob boss's house, puts a gun next

to his sleeping son's head, and pulls the trigger. Boss comes running in.

looks at him and says, that's an extra zero on the end of what you owe me. How

rich do you want to make me? This is exactly why it's going to be hard to

down the suspect. Benny...

was a person of interest in at least 15 murders over the course of 40 years.

It's a lot of bad blood, a lot of underworld debt to pay. But since 2015,

have nothing on Benny Cohen. Find out which of our guys has eyes on the

Calabrian mafia and see if they can narrow down who exactly would want this

dead.

I mean, as far as we know, Benny stopped working for the mob 9, 10 years ago.

Nobody's hiring a hitman in a wheelchair.

Detective Novak.

If you were to take a wild guess, which one of these guys would want Benny dead

after all these years?

None of them. That's the thing. They're all getting old. They're moving to

Florida. Calabrians have been very quiet lately.

You know, something like the Mafia, the Bear Grudge. Sure.

But Benny, he's freelance.

He worked for all four leaders of the Calabrian Mafia in Toronto.

You think your answer's up there? You have to talk to all those guys.

But here's a word to the wives.

No one's going to admit to even knowing Benny.

Let alone employing him.

You want one of the big boys to talk?

You need to prove he had a solid connection to Benny. And I mean

That's not going to be easy.

This is why criminals love Canada. We are one of the most opaque jurisdictions

in the world when it comes to identifying the president of a company.

Numbered company owned by numbered company.

Another title search, another ghost.

All we need is a connection to Benny. If we can find any kind of payment, we can

cross -reference it with mob doll killings at the same time. Okay, but

clear paper trail, I won't be able to tell which family paid what. We need to

put names to these numbers.

Hey, look, I just wanted to say, maybe it's none of my business, but

if you ever need anything or you wanted to talk, I'm here, okay?

You know that, right?

It's dementia.

Early onset.

Oh, God, Mark, I'm so sorry.

It just happened so quickly. One day, she's living an independent life. The

next, she's stuck in the middle of the 401 because she can't remember how to

drive. Jeez.

How's she doing now?

She's forgotten most of the basics.

Names, dates.

Doesn't even remember me half the time.

Her brother and I compete with each other to try to get her to say our

He sings her ABBA. I bring her Baskin -Robbins pralines and cream.

Once in a while, she remembers us.

Says, thank you, baby, or I love you, Mark.

Makes everything worth it.

Hey, he's got Benny's bank records released. Should be up on the server.

Okay, now we're talking.

$10 ,000 deposited monthly going back years.

Last deposit was a week ago.

Depositor?

Numbered company, surprise, surprise.

No name attached.

It was briefly set up at a retail space in Mississauga.

And it was sold by... Agent's name is Matteo Galati.

Galati. Son of my boss, Dario Galati? A .K .A. El Machilayo.

The Butcher.

His signature dish was flaying people who betrayed him. Dario used his

company to keep Benny's payments off his books. Why would Dario be sending

monthly payments if Benny was retired?

Maybe Dario got sick of paying for a hitman who couldn't hit anymore,

one with an occipital lobe that was turning him into a chatty Cathy.

Hey, buddy.

You better get your story straight. Homicide is sniffing around.

You put it up like this. With your right hand, this hand, you turn it toward

you. And with your left hand, you turn it away from you, all right?

Detectives? You could have called. I wouldn't have answered.

Oh, we saw that the shop was open, took the chance to be here. I'm a little

peckish. So, uh, the murder police show up unannounced while I'm working with my

family with a line down the block. You know, people did, uh, start thinking the

wrong thing.

Oh, what would the wrong thing be? That a baker used to be a butcher?

In a nutshell, I hope.

Sofia Velezza, come with you.

So what can I do for you?

Look, Dario, we understand your need for the sweet old man act, but it's not for

us. We know who you are, and that ring on your pinky says it loud and clear. We

just want to know where you were the night that Benny Cohen was murdered.

So you know who I am, huh?

If that were true, you'd know that Benny and me...

We were like brothers.

Well, Cain and Abel were brothers.

Well, if Abel saved Cain's life, then things would have turned out different

them. Not so many saved your life.

Matter of fact, they did. Ten years ago, I had a home invasion.

These two lowlifes tied up me and my son, Mateo, and they robbed us. And when

they figured out who I was... They couldn't risk leaving you alive.

Exactly. And if Benny hadn't shown up exactly when he did...

So I have nothing but love for that man.

So much so that I pulled strings and I paid to put him in a private care home

when he couldn't walk properly anymore.

Well, you also paid him 10 grand a month for the last 10 years. The numbered

company that paid Benny was connected to a building that your son sold. My son

is a real estate agent. He has nothing to do with my business.

Nothing. When was the last time you saw Benny? Did you ever visit him in his

suite? I don't remember.

You don't remember? Oh, that's an interesting choice of words, considering

was suffering from dementia.

Benny had dementia?

Yeah. And you know what? We heard it was starting to make him a little bit

talkative. I don't know. Maybe you had some secrets with him that you wouldn't

want spilled.

I didn't know that Benny had dementia.

That's kind of good that he went the way he did. It was probably a kindness of

God. It would have killed us to watch him go through that. Enough to take

matters into your own hands?

The night Benny died, I was at the Mount Dennis Legion.

Charity poker game.

You know what?

Here.

Enjoy them on your way out.

Well, his grief seemed real, but...

I once knew a mob guy who swore he never beat his wife, even when I found him

standing over a dead body.

Yeah, well, empty visitor's log has a mob written all over it.

Still begs the question, though.

Who else was left off?

So you're still saying that Benny had no visitors for an entire year?

I showed you the visitor's log. Okay, see, that's the thing about being

to the mob, Charlotte. It makes telling the truth a little harder, doesn't it?

Mob boss shows up with his best friend, tells you to look after him.

Well, I bet you're going to do what he says.

Now, we get it. These are scary people.

But you, you run a tight ship, huh?

Look at that.

Chilis.

So where are the names?

To be clear, all I did was agree to keep the log empty.

Okay. So?

Who do we not know about? A few weeks ago, my assistant didn't get the memo

about not entering Benny's visitors.

She entered a name into the log. I arrived and... Deleted it.

What was the name?

I don't remember the last name, but the first name's Ethan.

So no Ethans associated with mob hits in the 90s.

And... Nothing in the aughts or the teens, nothing in Hamilton, nothing in

Montreal.

What about civilian murders?

Maybe this wasn't connected to a mafia.

Okay.

Oh.

Uh, not exactly a civilian, but...

Narcotics officer Vincent O 'Hagan was murdered on Lake Simcoe. A case file

that Benny was briefly suspected of the gun that was used, but then it got

attributed to a string of B &Es, but... Survived by his wife, Angela O 'Hagan,

and his son, Ethan O 'Hagan.

Okay, Ethan O 'Hagan works in corrections as a social worker.

So we got the son of a slain police officer.

Working with hardened criminals, his father's death unsolved. Maybe Ethan

to find out who killed his father by working with the only people in the

who would know.

Other killers.

Maybe he finally found the right suspect.

So, Ethan, who told you that Benny Cohen killed your father?

Benny who?

Benny who?

Your father was a cop.

He was murdered at a fishing cabin on Lake Simcoe.

Wasn't even on the job, just trying to relax, catch a few carp. It was a

senseless, awful murder.

And you wanted revenge.

I said I don't know any Benny. Well, the staff at Gracewood Manor said that you

visited Benny in his suite three weeks ago. Do you want to keep playing this

game?

One thing I've learned on the job,

cellmates talk.

One of them squawked, huh?

You've been doing this job, what, five years? That's a lot of dangerous men you

talk to. Did you ask them all?

Wouldn't you?

You thought you could find out who killed your father? Sure, he was your

It became an obsession.

You wanted justice.

Hero.

Right. He was a decorated officer?

Look, everything you're saying is true.

Yes, I wanted to find my father's killer.

And yes, I planned to kill him when I did.

So, Hayden, did you?

I couldn't.

I went to see Benny at the home. I confronted him about everything.

It was so weird.

Benny didn't duck from it. He admitted to killing my father.

He was regretful.

Atoning, even. He told me things about my father I never knew.

Like what?

Like the fact that my dad was on the mafia payroll.

Excuse me?

Yeah, I, uh, I threw up after Benny told me that one.

But after I thought about it, it all made sense.

My dad has been taking money from the Galati family since he graduated from

police college.

Ethan, did Benny tell you why the mob wanted your father dead?

You ever hear of some stash house that got held up back in 2010?

Yeah, James Stanton Towers, masked assailant, took down three Calabrian

and two innocent bystanders.

One of them was a six -year -old kid.

It was my father.

Apparently, Dad felt he wasn't being aged enough, so he

decided to get himself a little cash bonus before Christmas.

I spent my whole life trying to get justice for a good man that, well,

he never existed.

Who was Vincent O 'Hagan's partner when he was killed?

Ethan knew we were coming. Maybe he still has a contact in the force.

Jesus.

Okay.

God gave him one face. He gave himself another.

What can I get you, Detective Novak?

Is your husband here?

No. Can I give him a message?

Yeah, sure. I just wanted to say how sorry I was to hear about Benny Cohen,

really. Benny was a good man.

Knew how to keep his mouth shut.

At least until recently, I heard he was getting a little sloppy.

You want to get to the point?

Sure. If Benny happened to mention anything to you or your husband about

suggest you just forget it. Or at least keep it to yourselves.

There are plenty more folders where that came from.

Walsh, come on, you're going to pass the ball sometime.

I'm opening.

Hopkins, it's all you.

Don't let me down.

Detectives. Any news on Benny Colt? Ethan O 'Hagan, son of your former

Vincent.

Benny killed Vincent.

Ethan found out and wanted revenge.

Ethan?

Yes. There's no way. You and Vincent were partners for, what, eight years?

Were you close?

Come on, guys.

Your partner's your family.

So how'd it feel when Ethan told you Benny had killed your family? It was 15

years ago.

Wounds heal.

You guys are done trying to shake me down for Benny Cohen's murder. I'm just

going to get back to my game.

Wounds heal.

I would say that. Wounds heal.

This wasn't about revenge, Bateman. No, we were wrong. This was about betrayal.

You knew Benny was the first suspect, and you also knew your partner was on

take, didn't you? The question is, when did you find out he was dirty, before or

after?

If somebody murdered my partner, it'd take 500 years for my wounds to heal.

But you seem awfully copacetic.

Copacetic with maybe a little tinge of guilt?

What are you suggesting?

Officially, Vincent was on sick leave, but he was actually in hiding, wasn't

The fishing cabin where he was killed, Lake Simcoe. That cabin was owned by

old captain.

You all had access to it. Vincent's murder was attributed to a string of B

so we stopped looking at the mob.

Because you made sure that that happened.

Did I know that? Because you couldn't have anyone asking how Benny knew where

Vincent was, because Vincent didn't tell anybody, not even his wife.

No. But partners?

Partners always know more than the wives.

Okay, look, this is insane.

Benny Cohen.

Knew your deepest, darkest secret.

And we believe you killed him so he wouldn't share it. No.

No. For 15 years. For 15 years, I never touched that guy.

I didn't have to.

What do you mean?

Look, just to be clear, I'm not saying that I gave up my partner that night.

This is... This is all hypothetical, right? Sure.

Okay.

Hypothetically, let's say...

Someone very frightening does threaten your wife and your children.

And all you need to do is give them an address.

A dirty cop goes down.

And your family stays safe.

Right?

Let's say you are terrified.

And let's say that you do it.

It all goes down. You wake up the next morning when your wife brings you

pancakes.

And then she tells you a funny story about leaving the key in the lock

overnight.

Again.

And then you realize you are never going to be safe.

Not without insurance.

So you got insurance.

You tracked Benny, you followed him, and you got a secret on him.

Come on, Novak. It's over.

Benny's dead.

You want to tell us a secret?

I guess it doesn't matter anymore.

Benny Cohen was having an affair.

With Rose Gulati.

Dario Gulati's wife.

And I got pictures to prove it.

Rose Gulati and Benny Cohen.

These were Novak's insurance policy.

Yes, they were.

Let me get this straight.

Vincent O 'Hagan robs a mob stash house, kills five people.

The mob hires Benny Cohen to retaliate. Benny threatens Vincent's partner to

find out Vincent's location, and Novak gives it up.

Cops served up to the mob by his partner?

This is going to be a garbage fire.

It's a dirty cop who killed a kid at a stash house robbery.

I can't hear the difference. I'm just saying, look, I kind of feel for Novak.

I mean, look, if somebody threatened my kid, I don't know what I would do.

But Novak is not admitting to anything just yet. But it won't take much to

now that we know.

Okay, leave it with me. I need to start making some calls. God, is it going to

be a long night? Theo, please, if you can, stay and talk this through with me.

Of course.

I was thrilled to get out of that dinner. We need to find Benny's killer

need to be able to assure my bosses that no more police were corrupted in the

making of this movie.

Well, Dario Galati, our suspect number one.

Mafia have a code. You fool around with the boss's wife, you die.

More than that, Dario trusted Benny as if he was his own blood. Gave him a ring

that would normally only go to a made man.

It wasn't just a gift, it was... It was a show of loyalty, an act of love.

Now, imagine that outsider, the one that you've treated like a brother, has been

sleeping with your wife for your entire marriage.

How about Benny?

Do we know where Daria was that night?

How about his rock solid?

Nobody's boss. They seldom want blood on their hands.

Great, we're back to the button, man. Who is the new Benny in the Calabrian

You don't worry.

We're on it. Good.

I want this over.

Thank you for the ride, my love.

It's fine.

I know you don't like driving.

Mateo, before Benny died, did you talk at all?

Did he say anything strange or out of the ordinary?

What do you mean?

I don't know. I'm just wondering what he was thinking.

The day before, he asked me to come visit him, but I didn't have time.

I feel bad now.

Don't feel bad?

Benny wouldn't want that.

Grazie, amore.

Marco, the ghost, Moretti, Luca, Lucky, Ferraro. Why do they sound so

improbable? Because it doesn't line up.

Well, I meant their names, but what are you talking about?

Benny's death.

You know, if we're right about the motives, then this was personal.

This wasn't about business or...

Rivalry or greed, this was betrayal of a Shakespearean proportion.

You think Dario did it himself?

It was too personal not to.

Navy, except, uh, I mean,

pushing an old man out in the cold to freeze to death.

Oh, it's a little tame for a man who's known for flaying people.

You know, it almost looks like the work of a civilian.

Like a son, maybe? Yeah, but I thought Mateo wasn't following in his father's

footsteps. Except Benny was sleeping with his mother, humiliating his father.

Maybe that was enough to bring him back home.

Pull him back in?

As you can see, the old owners didn't like cheap things.

And there's nothing cheap about this view.

Or these floors.

These babies.

Blonde maple.

Hand -milled. That's very good.

He likes to show off.

I do.

Especially this little guy.

Do you mind?

Why don't you go check out the wine cellar? I'll be down in a second.

Detective, I'm not sure if you've heard, but I don't bake. Maybe not, but you

did assault a man when you were 15 for insulting your father, was it? And on

night that Benny Cohen died, your car was a block away from Gracewood Manor.

Seems Orwell was right.

Big Brother is watching.

Well, he can watch what he likes, because I was home asleep that night.

car just wandered off.

Benny saved my life.

He was like an uncle to me. And I've seen that trick before. You've been

it on my family for years. Get a new one. That photo is real. So, we could

warrant for the GPS to corroborate it, or you could just tell the truth. Save

everyone a lot of trouble.

I was home, I swear to you.

Mateo, wait.

Did Benny tell you something before he died? Did he try to pull you aside,

maybe? No. Why does everyone keep asking me that?

Who's everyone?

You know what?

If you want to keep chatting, talk to my lawyer. We're done.

Okay, Graff, what's going on?

Well, the kid just showed his hand.

We're closed.

We're not here for the Grissini, as delicious as they are.

You almost ready to head home?

If you're looking for Dario, he's not. We're not here for Dario either.

We'd like to talk to you and your son.

Let's hope for all our sakes that this conversation ends before your husband

arrives.

Ah, there he is.

Prodigal son.

I told you this afternoon.

Talk to my lawyer. We will.

We just want to clear a few things up first.

Yeah, I find baking an interesting choice of front for organized crime.

Bread.

Manna.

Food from the gods, all made possible by a reaction of yeast feeding on sugar.

A fungus getting rich off the sweet, off the innocent.

Carnage in history created by something as simple as mixing flour with water.

You see, baking has a recipe, and the Mafia has a code.

Strict rules of loyalty and retribution.

And if those rules aren't followed as closely as a recipe, well, it's mayhem.

But I can't help but notice that brown mark on your hand, Mateo. My hand? Yeah,

you have another one on your neck, probably have a few more on your chest,

want to see a doctor.

I did. They said they're just birthmarks.

Well, that's because she didn't know that one of your parents had

neurofibromatosis.

It's passed down from a parent to a child.

Detective, please. My parents don't have that.

Ma?

Is that what Benny had? That's why I had trouble walking.

He had a tumor in his spine.

Ma?

What are you saying?

I think you know what she's saying, Mateo.

Maybe you've always known it deep down that Benny is your biological father.

And you, Prim.

Primrose, the girl that Benny could never stop pining for.

You know, when I found out that Benny had been drugged, I assumed the killer

just wanting to keep him quiet, but it was really an act of kindness, wasn't

Mateo? You knew Benny had to go before Dario found out the truth, because loose

lips, they sink ships.

But even so, you didn't want Benny to suffer, because you loved him, didn't

Like only a son can.

What?

No! Your car was a block away from Grace for the night that Benny was killed.

You can't account for your whereabouts on that night. And now, look at that, we

have motive.

No, please. I think it's about time we call your lawyer.

No, Mattel wasn't driving his car that night. I was.

I took it out of the driveway. He has nothing to do with this. Mateo, please

wait in the front, all right? I'm not going anywhere.

Please, someone explain to me what is going on!

Benny was saying things.

Secret things.

Things that if Dario found out... Dario would have to honor the code and kill

his beloved friend in the most gruesome way possible.

If Benny knew what he was doing, betraying the promises we made to each

he would have done it himself.

You don't know that.

You can't know what was in his mind. No one can. In dementia or not, these

people are still in there. They still appreciate kindness.

They still feel love. So what?

Let him be butchered?

When you work for my husband, he puts a card in your hand and lights it on fire

and says, as this card burns, so will you burn alive if you betray me.

He means it. So you tell me, what was I supposed to do?

Let my son be burnt alive?

Let him see his mother die?

Let my husband torture Benny to death?

No, so you just left him out in the cold and was dead.

It wasn't like that.

No?

I went by his side.

I played her favorite song, poured him his favorite scotch, and made it so that

he wouldn't feel pain.

My health is bad.

As long as I could before...

What I did with the mercy.

And maybe so.

But it was also murder.

Please, detective.

Let my mother go, okay? Take me.

We'll say that it was an argument.

A debt that Benny couldn't pay. We'll say that I did it. If my father finds

about this... If your father finds out what?

What's going on here?

Dad.

Yamanini, let's go outside and let them finish up.

What's going on here, Ross?

What

do

you think Dario is going to do now that he knows who Mateo really is?

He'll stick with the code?

Destroy his own son?

I hope not.

Codes, vows, words.

And there's one thing you learn on the job is that everything can be broken.