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- Danny?

Oh...

- Good morning.

- You should have woke me.
- Huh? Why? I got everything under control here.

- I can't believe
I slept so long.

Are you making a pie?

- Lemon meringue.

- Oh, honey, but it's
Thanksgiving. My family's gonna

be expecting pumpkin, or apple...
actually, they're gonna be

expecting both
because it's a tradition.

- What's your favourite
kind of pie?

- Honey...
- What is your favourite kind of pie?

- Lemon meringue.
- Muah! We can start our own tradition.

- You ever made a pie before?
- Ha! Ha! Ha!

Nope. But we've also never hosted
Thanksgiving dinner before, have we?

So, if you'll excuse me,
I gotta roll this dough.

- Why don't you roll me
instead?

Did you just look at your crust?
- Only because I have

to roll it while it's still cold... that's
what the recipe tells me to do.

- Fine.
Turkey takes fives hours.

I'm not going anywhere.

- Hey, you know something?

This is the first Thanksgiving
that we've both had off

since we've been married.

- And I invite my family.
Somebody shoot me.

- You're on bird duty, OK?
Stuffing's in the fridge.

- It's not too late to cancel.

- Yes, it is.
- OK, seriously, my dad needs

an apple pie, or he's gonna spend the whole night pouting.
- Lemon meringue.

How many times do you think Ross
mentions his golf membership?

- Maybe if you went with him once in a while...
- I hate golf.

- No, you hate
my sister's husband.

- I don't!

That better not be work.
- No, it's the thing downstairs.

Hello?
- Hey, buzz me up.

- Lisa?
- What? She's here already?

- You are never
gonna believe this.

- You're gay.
- No.

- You're a dude.
- Dad called. He's bringing his nurse girlfriend to dinner.

- What? Since when?
- I know. Buzz me up.

- What's up?

- Apparently my dad is bringing his
little nurse friend for dinner.

- What? Since when?
- I know.

Chief. - King. Happy Thanksgiving.
- Don't even think about it.

And to you, sir. What's up?

I was wondering if you could
have a look at something for me.

- I bake you a pie.

- It's a homicide. Young woman.

- I'm expecting my family
for dinner, sir.

A couple of hours tops.

Yeah, it's just that Danny
and I are on point this year.

- Honey... Send Spears or
call Ingrid or something.

No, you're not leaving. Come on.

- Hello?
- Is this very urgent, Chief?

- Hard to say. Been looking
at an old case of mine.

- And old case of yours?
- Oh, that's right, King. I used to be a real police

officer. You know, I had a gun with bullets and everything.
- I'm sorry, Chief.

I didn't mean...
How old is the case?

- Fifteen years.
- We brined a turkey.

- Oh, OK, so it can wait another day.
I can review it tomorrow, right?

- My lead suspect's in palliative care.
Could die within days.

I'd like to put the
bastard in jail before that happens.

- Could you send me an email?
I'd be more than happy to look at it after...

- King, do for me what you do
for everyone else.

Fresh eyes. You know,
we could bounce things around.

- Hey, Danny.
Hope you don't mind.

Ross is spending some
quality time with the kids,

and I am spending some
quality time without them. Jess.

- Bastard covered her
face with a pillow and

stabbed her three times
with a screwdriver.

Mother of an 18-month-old child.
- Oh, my god. You are not

bailing. Tell him you have
cancer. I don't care.

- Lisa!
- I need to talk to you. - It's the chief.

- And I am your sister. Say just a minute.
- Sound pretty busy over there.

- Could you hold on one sec, Chief?
Thanks.

He just wants me to review
an old case of his.

- He's the chief. Tell him to solve his own case.
- Honey, are you going or not?

- Have your Thanksgiving.
- Just a sec. He said it would only take an hour.

- Dad only does this
when he's serious.

I think he's gonna
announce his engagement.

- What?
- King.

King!
- Uh, just a sec, Chief.

- Forget I called, King.
You enjoy your family.

Something I should
have done more of.

- No, wait, wait, wait...
- Jess.

- What?
- Go.

- King.
- Just a sec. Really?

- Yes. Honey, honestly, you're
halfway there already. Go.

I can handle all this.
- No, she's not going anywhere.

You are not going to work. You're making dinner.
- Chief, I'm on my way.

- Good stuff.
- What are we gonna do with Dad's girlfriend?

- I don't know.
Get her a high chair?

I love you.
Back in an hour.

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- The deceased,
- Isabelle Toomey,

21 years of age, her 18-month-
old son Jackson was found

unharmed at the scene.

Victim was stabbed multiple
times in the chest.

Your turn

- to change her.
- Working!

- It's still your turn.
- Goddamn, Marie,

I need to do this!
- I have my hands full.

- Oh, for the love of Mike!
- For the love of Mike?

People really say that?

Who was that crying
in the background?

- That was Gabriella.
Twins were born a month before

I got promoted to Homicide
back in Windsor.

- Busy, busy.
- Didn't sleep for three years.

- Hm. Just gonna lose my coat.
- Team all got the weekend off?

- Yep.
- Good. Good, good, good.

Martin keeps a bottle on his
desk for emergencies, does he?

- Not usually.
He must have forgotten it.

- Yeah, who can blame him?

I wouldn't give a glass of this
to my cat.

- What can I say?
He's a vegan.

- Where is Detective Spears
this weekend?

- I don't know. Probably with
his new girlfriend or something.

- Marie and the kids are
at our sister's in Waterloo.

She's giving me a free pass
on Thanksgiving this year.

- Free pass?
- Well, almost free. It'll cost me a trip to Vegas

in February, but it's worth it.

If I have to listen
to my jackass brother-in-law

talk about police brutality
at the G20 one more time...

- Gotta love family.
- Yeah. Gotta love 'em.

- So, should we get started?

- Everything's
in the other room.

- Let's put this killer away

before my turkey comes
out of the oven.

- Absolutely.

- Lisa, if your father wants
to marry some young nubile

nurse, you should just let him.
- It's just so transparent.

- What is?
- His midlife crisis.

- He's in his 60s,
just had an angioplasty.

I think that's actually
and end-of-life crisis.

- Oh, don't say that.
My father's not gonna die.

What are you doing now?
- Stuffing.

But first...

- You think my sister's gonna
make it back in time for dinner?

- She'd better be.
She's doing the gravy.

- Oh, my god. Mistake.
- Why?

- Have you had Jess's gravy?

- Shouldn't you be at home with
your kids or something like that?

- Ross can get them dressed
and bring them over. Besides,

I have one right here.
She's been kicking me like a... linebacker.

Let me smell your beer.
Come on. Just a...

a sniff before Ross gets here.
- Ross doesn't even let you smell booze?

- His mother drank her way
through all four pregnancies.

Blames her for being so...
- Boring?

- Forgetful.

That smells really good.

- OK.
- OK.

Let's slap this bird
on the ass.

- Cool. Check her.

- Isabelle Toomey
five years before her murder.

- I had that t-shirt till
my sister stole it. Stupid cow.

- The picture was taken the
night Isabelle hitched her way

to a Nirvana concert
at Lee's Palace.

- Nirvana at Lee's?
I was at that concert.

- You were? - Yeah.
- How was it?

- Stinky, sweaty, and loud.
It was... heaven on toast.

- Well, maybe you bumped
into Kenny Pham in the mosh pit.

Kenny and Isabelle met
at the show.

Kenny followed her back to
Windsor, where they got married.

I'm out of coffee.
- We can make another pot.

- Feel like I need
more caffeine.

Our loving couple moved
into this houseboat

on the lake vista marina...
basically a floating trailer park.

- This could be my life
in an alternate universe.

- No. If it was, you would have been stabbed
to death before your 22nd birthday.

- And the husband's
your suspect?

- No. Kenny was working
the salt ship at the time.

He was out on the lake.
- There's an alibi.

- That's my guy.
Albert Riggs.

He murdered Isabablle Toomey,

while her 18 month-old baby boy
lay in his crib.

Jackson

He was found by a couple of people
from the marina,

crying but unharmed.
He's still living with his dad,

just made varsity basketball.

- I'm gonna go
make a first pot.

What's the story
on Albert Riggs?

- He ran a store
down on the marina...

smoked, supplies...

Her husband was away
so Isabelle asked Riggs

for some help
with some plumbing on her boat.

- Help her with plumbing... is that a euphemism?
- Riggs thought so.

Come pay-up time,
they got into a big fight.

A lot of boaters heard it.

Riggs made threats.
Two days later, she was dead.

- Murder weapon?
- Screwdriver. Never recovered.

- But I bet one was missing
from Rigg's toolbox.

- No, they were all there.

One was brand new,
never been used.

- And you couldn't
stick him for it?

- No weapon; no witnesses
saw him go in or

out of the boat on the
night of the murder;

and his wife alibied him out.
- But you still

like him for it?
- Albert Riggs is pond scum.

He's a violent, vindictive son of a bitch who hates women.
- Who's gonna be dead

in a couple of days.
- Don't start. - Sir...

- No, King. I don't want
Albert Riggs to die

thinking he got away
with murder.

- What would you like me
to do, Chief?

- Look at the file. Maybe
there's something I missed.

- Do you have videotaped
interview of this guy?

- I have a few, if we can
find a VCR that works.

- There's one in the briefing room.
You just have to hook it up.

- You don't know how to do that?
- I'm making the coffee.

- It smells good already.

Clarkson's nice,
good for the kids,

down by the lake,
lots of green space.

- Yeah, you got
a great backyard.

- You like it?
You wanna mow it?

Aw...

- What?

- Oh, just, uh...

nugget's busting a move here.

- You can sit down and I can
finish the spuds, you know.

- No, no, no.
She's just excited.

You wanna...
do you wanna feel?

- Seriously?

I mean, yeah, sure.
I mean, if you don't mind.

- No. Come here.

Sometimes, um, it feels

like a cat in a bag.

Other times it feels like...

a whole universe is
in your belly.

There she is.

Uh, that's gonna be Ross.
We need anything?

- No, no, no.
Uh... we're good.

- Hey, hon.
No, everything's under control,

Danny's quarterbacking,
I'm finishing the spuds.

She's at work.
She'll be here.

Because she said she will.

Yeah, no, I'm not taking
any bets. I'll see you soon.

She's gonna be here, right?

- Where were you
Friday night, Albert?

- So this is your guy.
- Picking dew worms.

- Dew worms? -
- Yeah, bait for the shop. Weekend was gonna be busy.

- Anyone with you?
- My wife.

- You and your wife.

Anyone else?

- The worms,
a bottle of bourbon...

- OK, show me on the map

where exactly you, your wife, and the
dew worms were doing your drinking...

- I'm sorry to hear
what happened to Miss Toomey,

but, hey, you know,
she was a bitch.

- Just show me where you were.

- Smoking,
three-piece suit.

Looks like 1975, not '95.

- It was Windsor.
- Right there.

- What time did you get home?
- Around midnight.

Went straight to bed.

- What about your wife?
Where was she?

- She was right there with me.

Opening her legs.

- You know, picking worms isn't
much of an alibi.

- Look, you really want
to get in my face...

Maybe we should get you
a booster seat.

- Keep talking.
I swear to God.

- You let the short joke
get to you?

- I was young.
- You were 40.

- I was tired.
- Right. The twins.

What about Riggs' wife?

- Corroborates the story.
I wanted to make an arrest,

but the crown said
there wasn't enough to convict.

- Someone should have arrested you for that goatee.
- That was the style.

- Oh, Chief, that was never the style.
- Where do you want to start?

- Any DNA?
- Lots of it. I got Isabelle,

the baby, Riggs, who claims it was
dropped when he was fixing her plumbing,

the husband,
the people who found her,

and a bunch of stupid cops
who contaminated the scene.

- Who found Isabelle?

- Karen Wilson,
another houseboat resident.

Heard the baby crying,

she woke up the kid
who works the marina,

they boarded the boat, found
the scene, called it in.

- It would take me a week to get
through one of these boxes, Chief.

It's too bad
we just can't pay a visit.

- He's in a hospice
in Brampton.

- We'll pick him up
some flowers on the way.

If you want your guy in jail before he dies,
he's gonna have to tell us he did it.

Coming, Chief?

... I can't believe
they made you chief.

I thought there had
to be a height requirement.

And the day
they let women be cops...

- I'm Detective Sergeant
Jessica King.

- And I ain't talking
about that Toomey crap.

- We're not here to talk about Isabelle.
- Hey, Graci, you still smoke?

- We're here
to talk about her son.

- Jackson, the boy
who never knew his mother.

- Oh, yeah. Yeah,
that can be tough a a kid.

- What'd you say if I told you we had
new DNA evidence in the Toomey case?

- If you really had it...
you wouldn't lead with it.

- When was the last time
you did something good,

Mr. Riggs? Something
that made you feel good.

- You want me to confess, huh?

- We want you
to tell the truth.

What are we gonna do,
put you in jail?

You'd drop dead before
we get you out of the driveway.

- Where'd you pick this one up?
- Give the kid some closure, Riggs.

- You mean give you it.
- I sleep well at night.

- Yeah, sure.
Hey, I'd love to help you out,

but... no.

- No.
- No.

I spent the last 15 years
of my life with this moron here

thinking that I'm a murderer.

You know what?

I can die with that too.

It doesn't make any difference.

Get out.

Get the hell out of here.

- Well, here's the good news:

Riggs is dying alone,
surrounded by grey people.

Worst fate ever.

His own special kind
of hell, really.

- Marie has cancer.

- Chief. Sorry.

- Breast.

She's been a rock
through the whole thing.

Me, not so much.
Kids don't know yet.

She was gonna tell them
this weekend.

She thought it might be better
if I wasn't there.

They have a system, the three of them.
I respect that.

But that hospice, the smell...

You're not gonna drink that, are you?
- Maybe. Some of it.

How bad can it be?

- Martin was gonna
bring that to a party?

Go home, King. - Can't. - Go.

- Chief. Sir, I interrupt
this bad wine with a newsflash:

- What is it?
- What if Riggs didn't do it?

I met him. He's dying.

He would have confessed.
They always do. He didn't.

- Albert Riggs murdered
Isabelle Toomey.

- Who else did you look at?
- Everyone.

- You and Marie had
just had the twins.

- King!
- You were new to Homicide.

- It was Riggs.
- You said it yourself. You weren't sleeping, and...

the record, and the threats...
You had tunnel vision. It happens.

Did you ever think that the
reason why you haven't been able

to get Riggs is because he
didn't murder Isabelle Toomey?

Don't talk to me like I'm
some second-rate detective!

Then stop acting like one.

- Do you remember when you asked me to
remind you when your non-filtered approach

overstepped professional
boundaries?

- I'm sorry, sir, about Marie.

- Thank you.

...Did they catch it early?
- Yeah. So they say.

- Early detection's...

Post-menopausal breast cancer is
one of the most treatable.

It's gonna be fine.

- You don't know that.

- Well, we're here, right?

May as well have another look.

- Squash is scooped,
turkey in the oven.

- I got a beer full of fridge,
kickoff is moments away.

Break time.

- Oh, my god. Totally cute.
- What's cute?

- Jess. She just circles shoes
she wants.

- Yeah, you see, cute to you is
overtime to me.

Yeah-hah. Living the dream.

Cold beer, bird in the oven,
game on TV,

pregnant woman in the kitchen
talking about shoes.

- Guess you should have
married me,

not Jess.
- That's not what I meant.

- Look, Jess is at work,

OK? Even if she was pregnant,
she's still be at work.

She could be in the middle of delivering
triplets, and she'd be at work.

- And she's my wife, Lisa, OK?
I think I know my own wife.

- Yeah, I've been
her one and only sister

through, like, three husbands,
two live-ins,

and, like, 14 serious crushes.
I know Jess.

Maybe she's...

Never mind.

- You don't think we're gonna make it, do you?
- Danny.

- Do you? No, I'm asking you.
Do you think we're gonna make it?

- You can't ask me that.
- I just did. I'm asking you.

- You can't. You can't ask me that.
It's your marriage, not mine.

- What are you doing
in my house, then?

- It's Thanksgiving, Danny.
I'm being thankful.

And I'm basting a bird.

- Kenny, I'll need
to ask you a few questions.

If at any point you need
to stop, you just let me know,

and we'll take a break.
Let me just get this...

There. Tell me
about Friday night.

- I was away.

- Away? Where exactly?

- Aboard the Belfair.
I work for Northern Marine Transport.

- And the Belfair arrived
back in Windsor at...?

- Two a.m., sir.

Saturday morning,
officer came up,

found me on deck.

- Can you tell me what he said?

- Uh, sure. Um...

"We're very sorry, sir."

He said, "sir".

Oh, G-God...

Oh, God...

- I know this is difficult.
Just a few more questions.

Let's take a break. Let's...

Boss.

Six hours of that.

- Pretty wrecked.

- Went on a weeklong bender
the next day.

- Bender would explain this:
disorderly conduct charge.

- Yeah, Kenny smashed
some poolroom mirror.

We dropped it. Then six months
later he remarried. Fast, I know.

- Well, we can't hold that
against him.

Are you gonna call Marie?

- I'll wait. One of the girls
might call after they talk.

- Oh...

- What?

- Uh, in the logbook. I'm sure
it's nothing you haven't...

- What?
- Uh, it... I'm just... It's not...

It's like trying
to communicate with dolphins.

- Kenny's Vietnamese, right?
- Yeah.

- More wine.
Just a splash.

Martin.
Hey, sorry to bother you.

Oh, right.
Happy Thanksgiving.

Uh, how are your lentils?

OK, look, I'm at the office
with the chief.

Quick question:
you've been to Vietnam, right?

Yeah, my neighbours used
to be Vietnamese.

How do they sign their names?
Like, uh, signature.

Great. That's what I thought.

Thanks. Nope, no, no,
that's it. Thanks. Bye.

- What is it?

- A Vietnamese man wouldn't sign
his name this way.

There would be the last name
first, plus a middle name.

- Kenny was westernized.
Nirvana, King.

- No, it doesn't matter, Chief.
It's a sign of respect.

It's the family name.
It's the signature.

Did Pham sign a release?

- Yeah.

It's somewhere here.

- This is someone else's
signature.

Kenny Pham wasn't on that boat.

- How's the family?
How's Jackson?

- He's great. We're all going
to Stella's parents for dinner.

- Kenny Pham,

this is Detective Sergeant
Jessica King from Major Crimes.

- Must be pretty big, you're bringing
me in on a long weekend like this.

- We tend to get a lot more done
when it's quieter around here.

- Actually, I was just telling
her how impressive I found you,

the way you managed to rebuild
your life after Isabelle's murder.

- Well, I've had lots of help.

- Sit, sit.
- Coffee?

- Black is good.
- I can't guarantee the quality.

- I'm sure Kenny's had worse
out there on the boats.

- That was a long time ago.

Yeah.

- Thanks.

Jessica here brings a special kind
of eye to cases like this, Kenny.

She has a few questions
for you.

- You said there was
a breakthrough.

- Where were you the night
that Isabelle Toomey,

your wife, was murdered, Kenny?

- I was on the Belfair.

- Right.

Of course. And we know this
because you signed in

to the logbook...
right here. That's you.

- Yeah.
- And you signed in here

in booking
just a few minutes ago.

Well, let's see how your
penmanship has changed.

This... name's the same.

But the order is different here.

- Wait, no, that's...
No, that's right.

That's the way that every entry
in the logbook is written.

It's only this one
that's different,

when you signed in the night
that Isabelle was killed.

That look different
to you, Kenny?

- I was young, stupid.

I should have...

- We're listening.

- I was supposed to work
that week, but...

I called a buddy
from the road, told him to do

a little false mustering.
- False mustering?

- That's when seamen build up their
hours without actually being on board.

- Someone signed your name
in the log.

- I spent the weekend
in Sarnia.

I got back on board just before the
cops came and told me about...

Isy.

- We're gonna need the names
of whoever you saw in Sarnia.

- It was Stella, my wife.

I met her parents that weekend.
Everyone was up

for her birthday.
- We're gonna need to talk to them.

- It's Thanksgiving.

You always said it was Riggs.
I didn't think it mattered.

- Everything matters, Kenny.
- I didn't want Jackson

to know that I was screwing another
woman while my wife was being...

...his mom was being murdered.

I didn't want him
growing up thinking that...

...it was my fault.

- Oh, really?

Oh, it's Daddy.

- Here it comes.

- Turn down the game.

Hello.

Oh, that's too bad.

Well, the kids were
looking forward to seeing you.

OK. Well, I hope
she feels better.

YY-yh, no, I gotta
get back too. Bye, Daddy.

Trudy has a tummy ache.
They're not coming.

- Oh. Surprise, surprise.

- Shut up.

- I thought you didn't want
them to come anyway.

- Her, not him.

- Right. Like I said.

- Should I call Jess?

- No, no. Just give her
a few more hours.

Or days.
- Danny.

- Lisa, I know one thing
about your family...

you, Jess, and your dad.
You want to know what it is?

- Oh, yeah, go ahead.
What do you know?

- Whenever you need emem,
they're always there...

for someone else.

Time to baste the turkey.

- The divisionals I sent
over to Kenny's in-laws say

they swear they were
with Kenny and Stella

in Sarnia that night,
just like he said.

- Kenny didn't kill
Isabelle Toomey.

- It's aged. Not sure
it's gonna help much.

Kenny said he had a lot of help after Isabelle died.
Who was he talking abt?

- Benjamin Hope.
He took care of Kenny and the

boy after the incident.
Did a lot for them.

- Benjamin Hope...
do I know that name?

- He's one of the two who found Isabelle's body.
He worked on the marina.

Interview's right here.
- And the other one?

- Who found the body?
Karen Wilson.

- They both still around?
- Ben is in Orangeville.

- And Wilson?
- She died.

- Stabbed three times,
face covered with a pillow?

- Breast cancer.

Could you tell me
how you knew Isabelle?

- Well... I don't usually
ha o out with the boat weirdoes,

but, uh, Isabelle and the baby,
they were alone a lot.

And sometimes she asked me
to watch 'em when, you know,

she needed a break.

- Where were you
Friday night, Ben?

- Uh, at home.
- Alone?

- Yeah. Well...

Yes. Uh...

I was, I was talking
on one of those, um...

I guess I have
to tell you this now.

Um, those sex chat lines.

It's embarrassing. I...
I don't go on very much.

Just, I...

- Tell me what happened next.

- Well, uh,
Mrs. Wilson came by

and said Jackson was crying

for something like twhohours
or something.

We went down together.
The door was open,

so, um, when we saw
what happened,

we, uh... well, Karen,
Karen called the police,

and I went and found the baby.

- Phone records confirm
that he was on the chat line

for four hours, there was no bloody
clothing or DNA traces in his home...

- The background check?
- Not even a speeding ticket. It's in the file.

- He went to the baby first.
- What?

- That didn't strike you?
That the woman called it in

and the 25-year-old who'd been having phone
sex all night ran to the crying baby?

- Of course not.

- Well, you just had the twins.
You had baby on the brain.

- You know, someone
like Benjamin Hope doesn't just

stab a woman with a screwdriver
for no reason, Detective King.

- Oh, I bet there was a reason.
We just don't know what it is yet.

- You're fishing.

- So, what if I am, Chief?
What's the alternative?

- It could still be Riggs.

- I don't think so.
- You met him once.

- Why didn't he confess?
- Listen to yourself, Detective!

That does not mean
that Riggs is innocent!

- And it doesn't mean
that he's guilty, sir.

I think Benjamin Hope is as...
stinky as that wine over there,

and I want to get to know
more about him.

Hello?

- Martin.

You're wearing a tie.

- Um, Chief, Boss,
happy Thanksgiving.

- Happy Thanksgiving, Detective.
- Forgot my wine.

- That was your wine?
- It was omymy desk.

- Apologies.
- It's OK.

Um, it wasn't
very good, was it?

To be honest, I was re-gifting.
It was given to my mother by her hairdresser.

- Excuse me.

Gabby, listen to me.

I know.
How's your sister doing?

Early detection is key.

Yes, yes, very treatable.

We're gonna be fine.
Can I talk to your mom?

OK. Tell her
I love her, please,

and I'll see her soon.
OK, baby.

Give everyone there
a kiss for me.

OK, bye.

- Happy Thanksgiving.

Thank you.
Have a good night.

Uh, Benjamin Hope:
grew up in Bancroft,

youngest of three kids,
born to Ed and Martha Hope.

- Criminal record?
- No. I mean, I didn't see anything. But I did take a look

at that taped interview.

I noticed that Ben was,

he was touching his chin...
there's a scar there.

So I contacted the local hospital to see
if we could access their medical records.

I got the privilege of talking
to what sounded like

the oldest paediatric nurse
in Canada, and she was

very talkative.
- OK.

- So, it seems like Ben
suffered a series of

injuries when he was a kid...
dislocated elbow,

same arm broken twice...
- Accident prone.

Hand burn on a stove, stabbed
by a pair of sewing scissors...

Who was the abuser?

- The mother was reported
to social services.

- Why blame the mother?
- The father was already gone,

and, anyway, mother was
a Church of the Believer.

- Martha Hope was a member of a religious cult? Nice.
- Yeah.

And, uh, the sewing scissors, that's
what caused the scar on his chin.

- And that could turn a scared
young boy into an angry man.

Keep looking.
- I'll do that.

- OK, be nice to Ross

when he pretends to know
something about football, OK?

Wha... You are not my husband.
- Taylor!

Taylor, Lisa; Lisa, Taylor.

- Hello.
- That's my partner.

That's my sister-in-law.
- Happy Thanksgiving.

- If you say so.
Come on in.

You, uh, happen to see a pasty
Ottawa-looking guy down there?

- Where's Jess?
- Taylor, I got 20 bucks on the over on this one.

You want some of that action?
- You're not betting anymore, remember?

- It's not betting.
It's Thanksgiving.

- Are you drunk already?
Seriously.

- Uh, sorry, were you
joining us for dinner?

- Uh, yeah. Danny called me,
said to come by.

- Oh.
- Is that not cool, or...?

- Y-yes,
it's totally cool.

Jess isn't here. I need somebody
on my team, right? Ha! Ha!

- Sprouts.

- Uncle Danny! Uncle Danny!

- Oh!
- Who let you run in?

What the heck? What the heck?

- Uncle Danny!
- Uncle Danny!

- What took you so long?

- OK.

- What do you got?

- Child welfare report
from 1974.

All three of the Hope children
were removed from the home.

- Jacob, 10; Emmy, 8;

and Ben, age 5.

- It says here in the report that
Martha justified beating her children

as an act of pious love.

- The toddler at the crime
scene, Jackson, had blood stains

on both sides of his sleeper,
but was completely unharmed.

Ben put him back in the crib.

- Because he wanted
to keep him safe.

- He wasn't killing
Isabelle Toomey;

Ben Hope was killing
his mother.

- Thanks. That was Spears.
I had him pick up Ben Hope.

If he says anything
in the car on the way over,

then we'll know about it.
- Great. I'll take the interview.

- Sir.
- You go home to your family.

- That's just dopey, sir.
- What is? - Both.

- It's not worth it, King.
You gotta go home

or eventually they figure out how to get
along without you. You don't want that.

- That's right. Why don't we
just shut the whole place down?

That way Ben Hope and guys like
him won't have to worry so much.

- King, I'm the chief.
That may have fallen by

the wayside a bit today,
but I'm your boss.

- Then act like it.
- Pardon me?

- You're the chief?
Then do your job.

Put the best detective
in the room.

- You know all that
"truth to power" stuff?

Overrated, Detective.

How about we do it together?

- Ben, Jess King.

Thank you so much for coming
down on such short notice.

So, Isabelle Toomey:
15 years ago, you killed her.

- Uh, y...
- Don't even try.

You know you did it,
and I know you did it,

so we're here to talk
about why you did it.

OK, now, Ben, I'm hoping we can make
this quick, 'cause I got a couple

of screaming kids at home who want their turkey.
- Boys. Chief.

I heard my team was in here.
What's going on?

- What's in the bag?

- Uh, just some Thanksgiving leftovers.
I brought it for the unis on shift.

- This is Isabelle Toomey.

And who's this?

- That's my mother.

- And what do you think
she'd say to you today?

- Excuse me?

- Your mom.
Martha, right?

Does she know
that you call phone sex

chat lines?
Did you tell her?

Or do you use the internet now?

- What, what does this have to do with...
- Isabelle?

You tell me.

You tell me what connects
these two people.

It's been a long time, Ben,

and I think you owe a few people
an explanation... Isabelle,

she left Jackson crying
for hours,

just like your mother left you,
and you thought she was

hurting him, so you hurt her.

That's why we're here today.

- You don't know
what you're talking about.

- No?

Got a girlfriend, Ben?

Ever had a girlfriend?

Do you know why that is?

You hate women, Ben.

Just a sec. Hello?

I'm at work! What part of that
don't you understand?

- Looks like I'm up.

- Just another bitch
tossing him around.

He's all yours, Chief.

Hey, the gang's all here.

- Ben, Paul Graci.

Good to see you.
- Wh-Who was that?

- Doesn't matter.
I just sent her home.

Her poor kids.

Anyway...

Let me get that
out of your way.

And that.

Done. Better?

It's Thanksgiving.

Have we taken you
away from something?

- Uh, not really, no.
- Got lots to be grateful for.

We're alive, for one.

Our health.

Oh, you should

see this.

That's Jackson.

He's 18 years old now.

- Ah.

- A happy kid.

- I liked him.

- You mother destroyed
your life. I know that.

I can see some of the scars.

Actually,
she destroyed it twice:

once when you were growing up,

and the second time...
that night with Isabelle.

You'll have to forgive me.

It's... taken me 15 years
to understand.

See, someone moved that baby

moments after his mother was
killed.

We know that. And

whoever did it
did it for the right reasons.

Now, who would care enough
for the little boy

to put him
out of harm's way? Ben?

- Um...

- I don't think it would be
Karen Wilson. Do you?

- No, no.

- So who, who does that
leave us with?

Albert Riggs?

- No.
- No.

Because whoever killed Isabelle
Toomey did it to protect Jackson.

So who moved Jackson?

Who protected that little boy?

- Me.

- You moved him?

- Yes.

- And the pillow?

I-I don't understand.

Why the pillow over her face?

- I didn't want him
to hear her scream.

- That a boy, Chief.

- Chief.
- No, thanks, Spears.

Nope. I've had my limit.
- Mm-mm. Give it to Martin

since he can't eatatnythiing.
- I'm eatatng.

- That's not eating;
that's a platefeful of plantai.

- I'm vegan, I don't ea
amamal products. I'm...

It's not personal, all right?

I wot t evenatat honey.
- Oh, you would if some chi was s smothed d in it.

- Oh. I gotta go, you guys.
Mm-mm-mm-mm!

Stay fo o one more.

- No. You want to pay
my divorce lawyer?

- Come on, it's more fun here.
Aww. - See ya.

- Mm. Thank you.
- There you go.

Martin?

- King.

Thank you.

- I'll be thinking about Marie.
And if there's anything I can do, Chief...

- You've done enough
for one holiday weekend.

Go home, King.

Tickle monster's
gotcha! Ha! Ha! Ha!

Got ya!
- Noooo!

- No escape.
- No. Noooo!

- Oh! Attack
from behind!

Oh.

Hey.

- Auntie Jess!

Auntie Jess!

- Hey-hey-hey!

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