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♪

I, Detective Kate Jameson,
on my honour,

will never betray my badge,
my integrity,

my character, or
the public trust.

I will always have the courage
to hold myself

and others accountable
for our actions.

I will always uphold
the constitution,

my community, and
the agency I serve,

so help me God.

[engine starts]

[gasps]

♪

[sighs]

Leave it.

We'll clean it up later.

Nolan do this?

You have to ask?

It's tradition on your first day
of homicide.

Are you hungry?

Starving.

Let's go.

♪

Ah.

Nicotine gum.

Want one?

I'm good.

[laughs]

Thanks.

Oh, $34.70.

That should leave $5
in change.

Not with tip.

That's exactly my point.

You forget I used
to wait tables.

We didn't sit at one.

They pool their tips.

Tonight we thanked the line cook
and the dishwasher.

Because this is your first week,
I'm gonna let that slide.

...Son of a...

Someone broke
into the car.

[sighs]

Watch your feet.

They get anything?

Kate, what is it?

They take anything?

My gun.

[sighs]

I was cleaning out the car
and I put it in the back seat.

[Dispatch] Attention all units.

Shots fired, 200 block Hornby.

Repeat, 200 block Hornby,
shots fired.

♪

♪ Everything is fading♪

♪ Everything is fading♪

♪ Everything is fading♪

♪ Everything is fading,
fading, fading♪

[police siren blares]

All right, let's go,
back it up.

Come on. Come on,
let's move back.

Let's go. Bring him
down the alley.

Thank you.

All right, let's go everyone.

Come on.

Let's back it up.

Thank you.

I saw the guy.

All the way down the alley,
here.

Thanks so much.

He was black,
wearing a grey hoodie.

All right, well then,
you stick with me.

The rest of you move back,
okay? Thank you.

♪

Anyone seen this guy before?
No?

No one?

All right. That'll be
one second.

Stay right here,
thank you.

♪

♪

Well, looks like the vic's name
is Dax Riley.

[sighs]

I found my gun.

I'll file the report.

Now, that would be
a mistake.

I have no choice.

[clears throat]

Put your gun away, Kate.
I'll take care of it.

I can't let you do that.

Besides, ballistics can ID
the bullet.

This isn't the 10th precinct.

You're in homicide now.

What happened here
is a career killer.

I said I'll take care
of it.

[sirens wailing]

I got a witness.

Says he saw a guy in a grey
hoodie with a gym bag.

[sirens wailing]

Holster your firearm. Now.

Hey, fellas. We got a Caucasian male, mid 30s,

looks like he got shot.

Yeah. It's all good?

Yeah.

♪

[sighs]

Good evening, officer.

Was I speeding?

You ran a red through
the last intersection.

Pretty sure the light
was amber.

We got a grey hoodie
and a gym bag.

Woah, woah,
woah, woah!

Hey.

-Please don't shoot!
-Hands on the wheel.

Don't shoot, please!
Don't shoot.

Sir! Right now!

Please, don't shoot,
don't shoot!

Put your hands on
the steering wheel.

All right, all right.

Keep them where
I can see them.

Need cover with a possible
suspect in shooting.

What are you... what?

I'm Detective Nolan Wells,

and this is Detective
Meg Harris.

How long have you known
Dax Riley?

I don't know who this is.

He's a drug dealer.

Shot tonight in an alley behind
the Carlton Club.

You're a member there, right?

Suspect was identified as a
black male in a grey hoodie.

A witness ID'd you.

So, your witness saw a black man
in a dark alley

wearing a grey hoodie.

Are you kidding me?

What happened?

You two have a disagreement?

Sorry, De... Detective Nolan,
is it?

My client has clearly stated
he doesn't know the man.

Where were you between
6:00 and 7:00 PM?

I was parked at Jericho Beach
and fell asleep.

By the sailing club.

Fell asleep?

Make any calls?

Anyone see you?

No.

Woke up around 6:30,
and headed home.

That's some alibi.

He was taking a nap.

The problem is...
Sleeping Beauty,

you told the arresting officer
you were coming from the gym.

It was an easy answer to give,
all right?

I just wanted to get home.

Look, I didn't kill anyone.

I don't even own a gun.

[exhales]

[car door slams]

[dramatic music]
♪

[dramatic music swells]
♪

You all right?

Yeah, yeah. I'm good.

Brent and Meredith insisted
on coming.

It's some mistaken
identity bullshit.

I thought we'd at least get to
see you in an orange jumpsuit.

We're just glad you're okay.

Thanks.

I will give you a call later.
It's been a long night.

Thanks.

We'll sort this out, all right?

Sid.

I really appreciate you
looking after this.

Look, a hoodie and
a gym membership

is hardly evidence of murder.

There's a couple of things
I can follow up on,

and place his car at the pier.

Pier?

Oh.

Hud drove out to Jericho after
work, and uh, fell asleep.

Look. I will make this
go away, don't worry.

Okay?

Thank you.

Let's go.

They're not actually
gonna charge you?

No.

Sid will take care of it.

We're about to open
two clinics.

Brent.

I'm just saying, a murder charge
isn't something you can spin.

Can you not make this about you
for one minute?

[clears throat uncomfortably]

Sid's gonna handle it.

[laughs awkwardly]

At 21st and Oak.

Yep.

Yep, no, I've... I've got it.
Yep.

Thank you.
Thanks for the call.

Chen, I'm in court today.

Should I put everything on hold
until you return?

[clears throat]

A suspect was detained
last night

for the 200 block
Hornby shooting.

Everything you need to know
is in there.

Welcome to homicide.

[clears throat]

Hey. Check the alibi, call me
if you have any questions.

[whispers]
Uh, Mike?

You get the print
I left you?

Uh, I got someone on it.

♪

[sighs]

Brent was such a prick
this morning.

Shouldn't have called him.

I didn't call him,
I called Meredith.

She's my best friend.

Well, they questioned me
for murder.

That sort of thing
makes people nervous.

Why were you out
at Jericho?

What?

Sid said you were parked there.

I was stressed out, I
needed some fresh air.

What were you stressed about?

Work. The expansion.
Paying for this house.

What is this?

I'm worried about you.

Sounds like the third degree.

That isn't fair.

Fair?

You seriously want to play
the "fair" card right now?

[dramatic music]
♪

I interviewed your suspect
last night.

Do you have a thing
for confetti?

Just be glad it wasn't
baby powder.

[scoffs] I suppose you did me
a favour then.

Yeah, I guess I did.

You've had a lot
of favours lately.

I knew your Dad.

Oh, I get it.

You think I made the unit
because of him.

It certainly wasn't because
you put in the time.

Do you have something to share
about your interview?

Your suspect lied
about his alibi.

I called the Jericho
Sailing Club,

they have cameras
in the parking lot.

His car wasn't there.

Hmm. I don't see him for it.

An audiologist, no priors.
Doesn't fit.

He attends the gym next door
to the crime scene.

He was ID'd by a witness,
he lied about his alibi.

It's a slam dunk.

Forensics did a sweep
of his car.

Take a look at the timestamp
on the gas receipt.

7:03 PM.

911 call came in at 6:59.

Station is 10 miles
from the murder.

Puts him in two places at once.

He's hiding something,
rookie.

Easiest way to get him talking
is to lay a charge, but... hey.

It's your call.

I hate to see you screw
your first case.

[car alarm beeps]

[knocking at door]

Hi. Detective Jameson.

You must be Hud Williams.

What is it?

I have a couple of
follow-up questions

to your interview last night.

You got a moment?

Not without my lawyer present.

You gave a false alibi.

We can do this at the station
if you like.

What do you want?

I want to know why you lied.

You weren't parked
at the sailing club,

we've confirmed that
with the security cameras.

That's reason enough
to charge you.

Then why don't you?

If you don't start answering
my questions, I will.

And my next call
will be to the press.

You want that sort
of attention?

I had a meeting
at the Newbury.

With who?

It was business.

Talk to Curtis
at the front door,

he can verify
that I was there.

That's all I'm saying
without my lawyer.

[door closes]

Thanks for helping us with our investigation, Mr. Walker.

No problem.

There.

Four o'clock, just as
our bellman said.

Murder suspect, huh?

Go figure.

Hmm.

Looks like somebody
has a room.

You know, whatever indiscretions
take place in the room

is not our business,

but you would not believe the
stuff we see in the elevators.

You have to think the guests
want to be on camera.

Between you, me,
and these four walls,

there's a highlight reel
floatin' around.

[laughs]

That's the rumour, anyway.
Not that I've seen it.

I'm not interested in your
collection of public porn,
Mr. Walker,

although I'm sure Vice
would be.

There he is.

Guessing that's not his wife.

No. That's his alibi.

Can you hear that?
Because it's driving me crazy.

Unfortunately, I can't.

No more than I can hear
your thoughts.

And you wouldn't want that.

[laughs]

Some things no one needs
to know, right?

Why don't you just wait
in my office?

I will be one minute.

Okay.

[sighs]

I didn't expect you in today.

Look, about the police thing.

I owe you an apology.

No, no, no. The Timing
couldn't be worse.

I'm getting a defence attorney,
we're shutting it down.

I thought you already had
a lawyer.

Well, Sid's a family friend
of Lisa's.

He was just there helping out
last night.

Whatever you need.

Okay?

Just let me know
how I can help.

All right.

Thanks, man.

Yeah.

Hey, police didn't contact you,
did they?

No, are they supposed to?

Just curious.

Is there something
I should know?

Just tell 'em the truth.

You haven't told me anything.

'Cause there's nothing to tell.

All right.

Right.

♪

[piano music]
♪

Thank you.

So, how's work?

You seem upset.

[clears throat uncomfortably]

I know when something's
bothering you.

What is it?

[sighs]

I've made a mistake, and
I don't know how to fix it.

I figured as much.

What does that mean?

You don't belong in homicide,
Kate.

It's a boy's club, and with more
problems than you know.

I mean... I... I can't tell you

how many headaches
they cause our office.

The incompetence,
the egos.

I spent 20 years watching
your father flounder down there.

Dad loved homicide.

It ruined our marriage.

And it'll consume your life.

I mean, you want to have a life,
don't you?

You're a politician,
what life do you have?

So, what are you gonna do?

Ask for a transfer?

No, I'm not leaving homicide.

But you just said it was
a mistake.

Forget it.

Okay, now, now I'm confused.

Just forget it.

[lounge guests applaud]

There's something I've been
wanting to share with you.

Something I've put a lot
of thought into.

Mayor Kelly, as you know,
hasn't been well.

He's decided not
to seek re-election

and has offered
to endorse me.

For Mayor?

You sound surprised.

Over the past year
as deputy mayor,

I've helped council pass
more legislation

than Kelly got through in the
first two years of his term.

My work on the police board
hasn't gone unnoticed either.

Your department's going to have
a lot more civilian oversight.

I accepted his offer.

I'm gonna announce my candidacy
next month.

Wow.

Can I count on your support?

Yeah. Of course.

Great.

[glasses clink]

Well, looks like Hud Williams
delayed our investigation

for a day with a false alibi.

[sighs]

To hide his affair.

The only thing he's guilty of
is being in the wrong place

at the wrong time.

As it turns out, he was with
his business partner's wife.

We should charge him
with obstruction of justice.

Well, we have more important
things to deal with.

[clears throat]

Darrien Wake.

Age 27.

White male.

Spent years in and out of juvie.

B&Es, charged with assault
as an adult.

Known drug addict,

and a positive ID
on your print.

Wake stole your gun
and killed our vic, Dax Riley.

So we can make an arrest?

In due time, yeah.

Well, how do we do it
without a gun?

We can't tie him
to the murder.

Don't worry.

Your print will tie Wake
to Dax's murder.

Likely a drug deal gone bad.

When I know more,
I'll let you know.

Cocktail hour already?

You okay?

I thought the police took away
your phone.

They did.

So you have two phones.

That's... a replacement.

I can't even look at you
right now.

[music swells dramatically]
♪

[meowing]

[distant indistinct voices]

[electronic door chiming]

[screams in horror]

Hey.

We need to clear people out
and lock this down.

These people are doing
their job.

A black man is hanging
from a rope.

[sighs]

Okay, if you're not with FIU

I need you to step outside
the house.

This is a closed crime scene.

Let's go.

Wife came home.

Found him hanging.

Where's Mike?

He's an hour out.

Asked me to cover for him.

She's in shock.

He was having an affair.

Maybe someone found out.

So he commits suicide
rather than face his wife?

This isn't a suicide.

Your lead murder suspect is now
a murder victim.

The rope fibres were pointed
in the wrong direction.

[sighs]

He was hoisted up.

And no fibres on his hands.

Whoever killed him wanted us
to think he hung himself.

His business partner
is Brent Singer.

Best friend since college.

They played varsity
lacrosse together,

vacationed together, opened
a hearing clinic together.

Well, best friends until
Hud hooks up with his wife.

The question is, did Brent know?

I mean, Lisa only discovered
the affair yesterday.

Anything on the cell phone?

There are two of them.
I've requested the logs.

How does someone get inside
the house and hang him

without any visible signs
of a fight or an injury?

Sorry about that.

I could find no fractures
or dislocations

of the cervical vertebrae

typically seen when a body
is suspended.

Venous congestion above
the ligature wasn't prominent.

There are petechial hemorrhages
in the larynx and trachea,

obvious signs of asphyxia.

However, given the number
of inconsistencies,

can't rule out foul play.

Evidence at the crime scene
suggests the same.

There's a small bruise
on his left shoulder,

could be a needle mark.

We'll have to wait
for the toxicology

before I can say more.

Well, I'm gonna go out on a limb
and say he was drugged.

All right, well let's get the
business partner and his wife in

for questioning.

Thanks, Doc.

Yep.

The petechial hemorrhages?

Bleeding into the skin
from broken blood vessels.

Ah. Right.

I'll let you know once
I see the toxicology, Detective.

Call me Kate.

Okay, Kate.

Hey. Are you related
to Anthony Jameson?

Yeah.

Ah, I knew AJ when
I was starting out.

He was a good cop.

Yeah, I hear that a lot.

Not all of 'em are.

Thanks.

Did Hud have a falling out
with any of his patients?

No.

Was it suicide?

What makes you think
that he committed suicide?

I don't know, you had him
under suspicion for murder.

Did he do something?

What kind of drugs do you have
at the clinic?

Do you... do you have anything
that could knock a person out?

No, we don't perform surgery
or prescribe medication.

And your wife,

did she notice anything out of
the ordinary with Hud?

Outside of his recent arrest,
no.

I understand that
they were close.

He was my best friend.

Yeah, I can see that.

[clears throat]

That is your best friend and
your wife at the Newbury Hotel.

What are you doing?

Well, it sorta seems to me

that they were more than
just friends, so.

Maybe you found out about it,
did something...

You son of a bitch!

Sit down.

We know all about your
relationship with Hud,

the afternoon hookups,
your sexting.

As a matter of fact,

Lisa already discovered
the second phone.

What we haven't figured out
is if your husband knew.

Why does that matter?

We think Hud's death had to do
with your affair.

What?!

Uh, Brent didn't know.

What do you think your husband
would do

if he found out you were
screwing his best friend?

I am not going to apologize
for my relationship with Hud.

Who else knew about you two?

No one.

No one knew.

Hud received a text
from Meredith at 1:30 PM.

So sometime between 1:30
and the time of death,

he had a visitor.

He downloaded a file
onto his phone at 1:45.

What kind of file?

It was 3 megabytes.

So, that... that's what,
a photo?

Yeah, could be.

All right, have tech crime
look into it.

[phone beeping]

[clears throat]

Ah, Sandra.

She wants to cook a roti
your father loved,

have you over for dinner.

Sure.

All right, Friday at 7:00.

I've asked for Hud's
patient bookings.

How's, uh, things coming along
with everyone's alibis?

So far they check out.

Look, our Darrien Wake problem
will be handled tonight.

What's happening tonight?

A little housekeeping
to make sure it sticks.

Your gun will be cleared
for good.

Focus on the Hud Williams case.

I'll get on this.

[sighs]

[police sirens blaring]

[dramatic music]
♪

[police sirens blaring]

Every appointment over
the last 12 weeks.

Anything stand out?

No.

Mind if I look around?

Go ahead.

She cheated on me before.

Did Meredith tell you that?

No.

I thought we had worked
things out in counselling.

How long ago?

Couple years ago.

Thanks for letting me know.

[dramatic music]
♪

[drawer closes]

Tech crime.

Yeah, it's Jameson.

Where are we at with the
file that was downloaded

onto Hud Williams' phone?

Uh, it's an MP3 file.

What song is it?

Long Black Veil.

This record has been recorded
by a hundred different artists.

Everyone from Cash to Jagger
has had a go on it.

[sighs]

Columbia released this
first version in '59,

by Lefty Frizzell.

How's your mother?

She's running for mayor.

Rita?

Running for mayor?

Ah, you're kidding me.

That stays between us.

Bloody hell.

I'm serious, Floyd.

Hey.

She hasn't announced yet.

Secret's safe.

Damn. I'll have slept with
the mayor.

Seriously?

Sorry. Sorry.

How about you play
the record?

[laughs]

Okay.

['Long Black Veil' plays]
♪

♪ Ten years ago,♪

♪ on a cold dark night♪

♪ There was someone killed♪

♪ 'neath the town hall
light♪

♪ There were few
at the scene♪

What's this song about?

A man wrongfully accused
of murder.

Can't give an alibi, because he
was with his best friend's wife.

So, they hang him for a crime
he didn't commit.

It's one of the great
murder ballads.

♪ The judge said son,
what is your alibi♪

♪ If you were somewhere
else...♪

Kate, hold up, Kate.

Your toxicology report came in.

Hud Williams had Propofol
in his blood stream.

It's an anaesthetic
used in medical settings.

So whoever administered
it had access to a hospital.

Or ambulatory care clinic.

We're making the calls.

-Thanks.
-Yeah.

Meg, you seen Mike?

No.

You got a minute?

♪ ... For I had been in the arms
of my best friend's wife♪

♪ She walks these hills
in a long black veil♪

It's life imitating art.

Or it's a coincidence.

There are no coincidences
in a murder.

All right, let's take it
for a walk.

The infidelity,
that's common.

Covering it with lies
goes part and parcel.

But the same man wrongly
accused of murder.

And someone was
obviously inspired

to end Hud Williams' life
like the song.

Or Hud knew the song
and simply downloaded it.

That would make sense
if he committed suicide.

But...

Propofol proves
he was murdered.

Good.

Who else knew about
the affair?

Hud's wife, maybe
his business partner.

The song would have meaning
to both of them.

Brent Singer's your
obvious suspect.

We confirmed he was
with clients all day.

[sighs]

Hud used the doorman at the
Newbury Hotel as his alibi.

So, the staff at the Newbury
knew about Hud's infidelity.

And they have access
to his phone and address.

Could be something there.

♪ Nobody knows but me...♪

Okay, yes, thank you, bye.

Evan Walker.

Security manager
at the Newbury,

knew about Hud Williams'
infidelity,

had access to his personal
information.

I ran him.

Turns out, he did a year
for assaulting a prostitute.

She testified he tried
to kill her.

Come with me.

We got a bigger problem
right now.

You pulled Darrien Wake's info
from the DMV?

IT contacted me,
they have access

to all of your session activity.

The sites you visit,
the names you pull.

How many times you wipe
your ass.

You know that.

Why did you need his address?

What were you doing
at his place last night?

You were following me?

Look, I screwed up.

But the last thing I need you
to do is make things worse.

You screwed up?

You screwed up?!

You broke the No. 1 rule
in policing!

You left your firearm
unattended!

And as a consequence, a man
was shot dead with your gun.

So I don't think it gets
much worse than that.

There was a gun placed
in Wake's apartment

that matches the bullet
we have in evidence.

You switched the bullets?

You said it yourself, ballistics
can tie your bullet to your gun.

I didn't sign up to plant
evidence on people.

That's not what we do.

Well, we do what we have to.

Mike, I can't, I...

Everyone crosses the line
in this job.

There's no shame in that.

And no one understood that
more than your father.

Stick to the Hud Williams
murder.

Stay the hell out
of Wake's case file.

[dramatic music swells]
♪

♪

[distant yelling and arguing]

[lock clicking]

[clattering sounds]

[dramatic music]
♪

♪

♪

♪

♪

[dramatic music swells]
♪

Ahhhh!!!!!!!!!

[grunts]

What are you doing here?

Easy, it's okay.

You trying to boost my stuff?

I'm not stealing anything.

Slow down.

Drop your gun.

Mike?

I'll kill her.

You don't want to do that.

I swear, I'll kill her.

Think about it.

She broke into your apartment,
you didn't do a thing.

Why are you here?

Lower your gun and let's talk.

What the hell is going on?

I said put your gun down,
Darrien.

How do you know my name?

I need you to lower your gun.

Now.

How do you...

[gunfire]

[ringing sound]

Mike?

[groaning]

Mike?

Mike!

Oh God, oh God, oh God.

Breathe. Breathe.

Breathe.

[panicked breathing]

An officer's been shot.

Uh, apartment 15,
200 Connor Street.

[echoing audio]
Apartment 15, officer down.
10:33.

Mike, Mike, stay with me.

Stay with me.

[echoing audio]
Stay with me.

Come on. Come on, Mike.

Stay with me.
Stay with me, Mike.

Come on.

Come on, Mike.

Stay with me.

[police sirens blaring]

What a shit-show.

How's she doing?

How's anybody doing?

Let me ask you something.

If Wake was her chief suspect,

how come the rest of the team
didn't know?

She's not qualified.

Just because AJ was her Dad
doesn't mean...

Okay, enough!

You repeat that again,

you'll be working in another
district. Got it?

Her score from the academy
was the highest in a decade.

[sombre music]
♪

What tipped you off
with Wake?

His name came up
on the street.

The shell casings
match the Riley murder.

Ballistics is checking
the gun.

Do you need to talk
to someone?

Okay.

Go home then.

We have your statement.

Let's convene in the morning.

[sombre music]
♪

♪

So, how's your first week back?

I've got a new partner.

Nolan Wells.

And?

I don't think he's too happy
about it.

After following up on
with your work with Meg,

we investigated Evan Walker
and his known associates.

We found a connection
to a private clinic

that reported a theft of
Propofol in Montreal
six weeks ago.

His girlfriend lives there.

She's a nurse.

She administers anaesthesia
during surgical procedures.

Police brought her into custody,

she admitted to sending Walker
the drug.

They were going to sell it
on the black market.

So we know Walker had access
to Propofol,

but why kill Hud?

Turns out he was obsessed
with murder ballads.

He had a record collection
of hundreds,

including a dozen recordings
of 'Long Black Veil'.

What do you think the most
stressful part

of a police officer's job is?

This may sound surprising,

but the greatest stressors
officers faced

come from within
the organization itself.

So he saw an opportunity
to live out the song?

Yeah, it fell right
into his lap.

A guy cheating on his wife
wouldn't give an alibi.

Walker spent time
for attempted murder,

it's not like he didn't have
an in.

It's the worry that the
department and their colleagues

won't support them
if things go awry.

It's a new partnership.

It takes time to build trust.

Evan Walker.

You're under arrest for
the murder of Hud Williams.

You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will be
used against you

in a court of law.

So, you mentioned last time
your mother's running

in the mayoral race.

How are things
between you two?

Well, she doesn't want me
in homicide.

Hmm.

A lot of it has to do
with my father.

He died on the job, right?

Well, your mother blames
the department.

And here you are,
following in his footsteps.

I miss him.

I just want to be a good cop,
you know.

I just want to be a good cop,
that's all.

Mmhmm.

I do have to ask you about
Detective Michael Huntley.

You want to know if I still
feel responsible?

That's never going to change.

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