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Jenny Cooper. I'm the new Coroner.

Donovan McAvoy. Homicide.

You okay?

Sometimes I... I see things in my peripheral vision.

I'm here with my son. It's too early.

- I got it. - But we can still...

we can still be friends.

Your father, what a brutal gambler.

He lost $250 grand, and then he lost your house.

But he loved you...

He loved... Please stop.

It just feels like someone else's life.

Anything I say stays private, right? Just...

Unless I intend to-to harm someone or myself.

And, do you? Intend to?

No I just-I...

I don't want you calling up the Chief Coroner be like,

"that, that Jenny she's uh..."

she's crazy".

You are not crazy.

So um...

so I've been seeing dogs or, a...

a...

a dog.

- River. - On it.

He's found something.

That dog is way too happy.

Sweet. He thinks it's a game.

Make friends with the dog.

But the dog is not real.

Treat it like it is.

Crouch down.

Hold your hand out.

Let it sniff you.

Sense you're not a threat.

He's a-he's...

he's beautiful.

Off!

Can I um...

- can I? - Yeah.

Stay.

Hey.

Hi.

It's okay.

It's okay. You can trust me.

What are you doing?

It's a hand.

I know, with a bit of arm, too.

A bit of...?

It's coyotes, with rats, raccoons and foxes

feeding on what's left.

Animals didn't dismember him.

You see this arm?

It was severed mid-bone.

Get a grid going... measure out from here.

Pull some soil samples, too.

So our victim is an adult,

20's to 40's.

Lean. And what's left of his clothes,

some kind of professional?

Uh, no wallet, tattoo,

any obvious implants or, or injuries.

Nothing to give us a name.

- Fingerprints? - We'll soak him.

See if we can get anything out of him.

DNA, then.

Yeah, I need something to match it to.

What if he's not in the system?

It's the head!

So he was shot?

Yep. Here.

At close range.

The defect is externally bevelled.

This is the exit wound.

And any guess on what was used to dismember him?

Uh...

I don't like guesses.

Is there a butcher nearby?

Uh, Santo's down the street.

Go. Before everything's cut up. You're gonna need bones.

Lots of bones.

Dr. Cooper?

Photo approximation.

It's amazing what we can get from DNA.

He was uh... dreamy.

Dammit.

- Why? You recognize him? - I think so.

I think it's him. His wife reported him missing

when he didn't come home one night.

- How long ago? - Maybe a month?

She was hysterical.

Screaming that he'd been kidnapped.

I remember this.

We checked it out. Asked around campus.

Nothing.

Here.

Yeah. Gideon Kamau.

Husband to Daraja. Dad to bump in mom's belly.

- She was pregnant? - He was a computer prof.

Yeah. He was teaching here, on loan from...

- West Lagos University. - Yeah. Nigeria.

Where he was supposed to be returning end-of-summer.

But she couldn't fly, 'cause of the baby.

It was a thing.

I know, it's awful.

I know.

Okay, but there we go.

There we go.

I'm sorry but we need your daughter's DNA

to match your husband's.

I want to see my husband.

We don't even know that it's... Gideon yet.

I don't need the results.

You will show me his body.

I know his body.

Not like this.

You don't understand.

Mrs. Kamau, would you tell me why you thought

your husband would have been kidnapped?

Do you know what my husband's job is?

He's a Professor. He works with computers.

No.

He's a hero.

Who used computers to better connect

marginalized communities in Africa.

Not everybody was a fan of his mission.

There were many threats.

Then he gets invited here, to Canada,

to come and teach idiot students how to replicate it.

He sounds brilliant.

He believed that sharing information

was worth any price.

Including abandoning his wife and his child.

Loving the house, Jenny.

Well, it's embracing natures elements.

You're a liar, Matty-o.

No, I think he's actually enjoying it.

Hmm.

In other news,

we can't find anybody to replace you on relay.

Coach wants to pull someone from the wrestling team.

Who?

Dale McGettigan.

He is wiry.

He's a wrestler.

He belly flops into the pool and sinks. He's no you.

Hmm.

A ringing phone is now my life.

One sec.

Hello?

She's awesome.

Did she call you to come out here?

She's worried about you.

So am I.

You have some pizza on your face.

Just... I'll get all that for you.

- You got it? - A little bit, I think...

Oh, now you have some pizza on your face.

Take your time.

We have five minutes until Doctor Kamau's class.

You don't have to be here at all.

Yeah. Well, I wanna be.

But technically, you're doing my gig.

And karmically, I'm here for the wife.

The lab called last night with the DNA results.

I was on the phone for over an hour listening to her cry.

Well, next time, finish dinner. Then call.

The only reason she's still in Canada

is because she thought that you

were gonna find her husband alive.

- We looked for him. - Not hard enough.

You screwed up.

Excuse me. Is this Gideon Kamau's class?

It was.

Excuse me! Could you all hold off for a sec?!

I'm Detective McAvoy. Homicide.

So what was professor Kamau like?

Soft-spoken. Generous.

Genius.

- Did you meet his family? - His wife.

He loved his wife. They had us over.

The backyard. He barbecued.

Hey. Did she ever have her baby?

He was threatened once by a warlord.

A warlord, can you believe that?

But that was Africa. Not here.

Africa's a big continent.

When was the last time you saw him?

The night he disappeared.

I said goodnight, then booked it.

But the Professor, he...

If I had stayed,

would it've been me?

I'm the reason he was here.

Why is that?

I convinced the department to pay for him and his wife.

Oh my God. His wife?

- How is she? - Not great.

Understandable.

Considering the police tried to make her believe

he was a thief.

A thief?

The night he disappeared there was a robbery.

And what was taken?

Obsolete computer equipment from the storage room.

Thank you.

I've been going through Dr. Peterson's

- old pathology reports... - Why?

Because.

We are looking for someone who shot,

and dismembered Gideon Kamau.

I mean, how often do killers dismember their victims?

- Not often. - Right?

Well, there's another case.

Uh, attempt at dismemberment.

Maybe there is a pattern.

Oh, so you might've screwed this one up,

not linking the two?

My office, maybe. Not me.

Dwayne. Hey, c'mere.

I need a second opinion.

William Webber.

Uh, 32, single.

Hoarded obsolete computer equipment.

Slipped on water on his balcony.

Fell into a planter. Bled out from a cut.

That's a bizarre way to die.

Well, that's what Dr. Peterson said it was.

You don't agree?

"Death by planter"? No.

No. These are chop mark, not a laceration.

The edges are clean, defined.

Could be the same tool used to dismember Gideon Kamau.

Okay. Computers and a really bad cut.

You have anything more to link the two?

William Webber died the same night

that Gideon Kamau went missing.

Okay, that's more.

Stop. Stop.

Who's that?

It's a-it's carpenter-guy.

Mom's got him fixing the bridge over the stream out back.

Hey! It's rude watching other people work!

Phew.

Okay. So when are you coming back?

Uh, I'm-I'm not sure.

Monday?

Monday after?

I can email notes and homework, but at some point

you're gonna have to actually come to school.

I can't.

Are you depressed?

Obviously.

All right. So let's go for a run.

Or a hike.

Or swim! In that stream you got.

Yeah. And then let's do push-ups, sit-ups.

Trig homework. Biology. World History.

Undergraduate studies,

and then years and years of med school after that.

You know, my dad did. And now he's dead.

So I don't really see the point.

So do nothing, then? That's it?

Uh, you know what?

You should go back to the city.

Seriously, go...

be with Dale McGettigan.

Don't... be a dick.

I don't know what to be.

Well, figure it out,

and stop beating up on the people who love you.

Okay.

Call me tomorrow.

Dr. Jenny Cooper...

Yeah. You must be digital forensics?

- Or Lucy. - There you go.

I've never met a Coroner before.

I thought you'd all be old and creepy.

Sorta like I thought all detectives

would have trench coats and drinking problems.

Okay. So wow, this computer is older than me.

It belonged to a man named William Webber.

He had a home business doing virus removal,

and data conversion.

Yeah. We're trying to link him

to the murder of a Nigerian university professor.

Okay. Specifically, what am I looking for?

Anything Nigerian. Or university.

Okay. Give me a week.

Uh, I'll stay.

Help you sort through material, if you don't mind.

- I usually work alone. - She minds.

So six? Six tonight?

What?

I wasn't watching you work.

Yes, you were. You're still doing it.

No, I'm not. I'm talking to you.

Hey, can you hand me the sledgehammer, please?

Uh, yeah.

Oof!

You okay?

Jesus.

Yeah, maybe you should just watch me work.

Yeah.

Good job.

Here. Everyone William Webber did business with

in the last three months.

Uh, anything Nigerian?

Nope. Not even Nigerian-adjacent.

But I found this...

"The God Abyss" by Dylan Lee?

It came off of this.

Dylan Lee asked Webber to retrieve the data off it.

But he couldn't because the disk was corrupted.

Lucky for us, Lucy is a genius.

This was written ten years ago.

And Dylan Lee was supposed to meet Webber

the night he died.

Well...

I guess we better talk to him.

Thank you.

If anything gets weird I'll handle it.

- Hi. - I'm Jenny Cooper,

I'm with the Coroner's Office.

- Your nails are amazing. - Thank you.

I love sparkles, they make me happy.

Yeah. This took me hours.

And I still have to do the other hand.

Amanda!

- Is that Dylan Lee? - Hey.

What did you say your names were?

Our names aren't important.

William Webber... remember him?

I can't remember. Uh, William Webber...?

Yeah. You, you had an old computer disc.

It had a manuscript on it...

"The God Abyss", by Dylan Lee?

- You have it? - The disc?

The book. Either.

That's it. I-I sent it to that guy that you mentioned.

- William Webber? - Right. Right. Exactly.

And then um,

he never got back to me.

And that's my only copy.

- It's evidence now. - It's mine, though.

You'll get it back once it's no longer evidence.

Is someone else here, Dylan?

No, just-just me and Amanda.

Is this really your place, Dylan?

It was my mom's.

Um, she died this year, and...

My dad, the year before.

This is their, their place. Their stuff.

- What did they do? - Made honey.

- They were beekeepers? - Sure.

Do you mind if we take a look around?

Oh, I can-I can show you around.

Just so you know, though, me and Amanda,

are a bit messy so.

- Right. - Please go ahead.

I wanna ask Amanda a little bit more about her nails.

All right.

This is amazing.

Yeah. Teach me.

So there are special brushes you can buy.

But I'd probably just lose them.

Or destroy them.

You kinda have to clean them regularly.

Do you wanna see the rest of my designs?

You can follow me. I go by 'A-M-AN',

then 'NAILZ' with a zed.

I... I actually don't do social media.

What?

Okay. I will sign you up!

Come on.

Okay.

And you said you were the Coroner?

Mhmm. Yeah.

Who died?

Uh, William Webber.

Dylan knew him.

Or was supposed to meet him the night he died.

Also Gideon Kamau. He was a professor.

He had a young wife.

A newborn baby girl.

My mom died last year.

Oh. I'm really sorry.

Dylan's too.

It was... the worst.

But we really helped each other.

I'm sure you must meet a lot of people

who know people who've died.

I do. Yeah.

What do you say to them?

I say that I am...

really sorry.

And then I sit down.

So they know I'm not going anywhere.

Here. You're following me now.

And your password's "Amanda", so you don't forget.

Got it.

Let's take a selfie.

- Oh. - Please.

Okay.

- You have a basement? - Yeah, I do.

Where is it?

Right over here.

Uh, will you excuse me for just a sec.

Mhmm.

- It's locked. - It's rented out.

Tenant's not home. You'd hear him usually.

His-his music. TV. Video games.

Oh. Can I just take a quick look?

Well, legally, I'd have to give him a 48 hours notice.

I can come back with a warrant.

Please. Yeah.

I'd like to know what's going on in my own basement.

Okay. I think we're good here.

Thank you.

Both of you.

I can't wait to see your other designs.

I hope you like them.

Yeah. We'll let you know if there's anything else we need.

Right. Have a good night.

You lied?

We don't have a tenant, Dylan.

Yeah, but I got nervous.

When they came in, it was just you and me.

Yeah. And Storm,

in the basement.

Yeah. Exactly. What I should have said was

"my buddy, Storm, is hanging out in the basement".

If I said that any later...?

Well, that would have looked weird.

Yo, what did they want?

Just asked about some dead computer guy.

Oh, and a Prof from U of T. Nothing to do with us.

Right, Amanda?

Yeah.

Right.

Hey. Hey, what time is it?

It is...

hmm... six-thirty.

You slept through your alarm.

Why didn't you wake me up?

Hey, who's Dylan Lee?

Don't read that, that's um,

that's evidence.

What if I already followed him on Twitter?

What?

I totally stanned him. Um...

yeah, "Love the book."

Save the world, dude.

Hashtag thankyoufornotwritingaboutzombies.

Okay. Just um, stop it. and don't...

Just Un-stan him.

Or if he responds, don't stan back.

Okay. That's not how you use the word stan though but uh...

This your dad's shirt?

Yeah. I took it from the donation pile.

Plan on wearing it to school?

I'm actually helping Liam with the bridge.

- No. - I worked all yesterday.

We stripped it down to the support beams.

No, Ross, you skipped school. Again.

Yeah. For work.

His work. That's Liam's job.

And mine. 'Til I find a real one.

Ross, honey, I can't keep calling the school,

and telling them you need more time. Okay?

You cannot drop out.

Hey, you need to make your school year.

It's the one thing your dad would've wanted.

I will... Eventually.

Probably.

What about Matteo? Hm?

I think I might break up with him.

Okay. So you would rather dump your boyfriend

than go back to school?

Yeah. I don't need your help.

Not with Matteo, and not with school.

- That's Liam. - No.

Hey. Stay.

Hey, c'mere.

I don't want him working for you.

Okay. He's a horrible carpenter.

I'm not gonna tell him that we...

Yeah. Good.

That's for you to do.

I wish my husband were here. Just...

- Sorry... - No. No offence taken.

He was-he was good with the...

the teenage moods.

Oh.

You've got all the... safety stuff?

Like gloves and goggles and...

Hard hats, and bullet proof vests...

Very funny.

I won't let your kid get hurt.

- Okay. - Mhmm.

Go to work. On one condition...

you gotta pass your school year.

- Ah... - Figure it out, Ross.

Okay.

Not even close.

That's everything.

Shovel. Cleaver. Garden hoe. Ax.

- Hatchet? - We tried it.

The blade... that was used on Gideon Kamau,

is similar but narrower.

Tell her about the missing piece.

There is a piece missing.

You wanna tell me about it.

A cervical spine's supposed to have seven vertebrae, right?

Mhmm.

He's only got six.

We think seven was severed in the dismemberment.

Alison Trent, Coroner's Officer.

I'm looking right at her.

I definitely will.

- What's wrong? - There's a threat.

What kind of a threat?

Building Security says stay here.

Don't leave, don't go anywhere.

There!

That's her.

I couldn't remember your name. I-I said Coroner,

and then, then Lady Coroner...

No. Get on your knees.

Stop yelling at me!

- Police are on their way. - Amanda...

See? See? She knows me. We-we're friends.

What's with the gun?

I found it in the basement.

- It's-it's not Dylan's, though. - Okay.

- Then who's it belong to? - Storm.

- And who is Storm? - Dylan's friend. No.

No, he's a guy.

He's a weirdo.

He thinks he's Dylan's friend, but Dylan hates him.

We both do.

D-Dylan covered for him.

Last night, when the police asked to see the basement.

Probably because he knew that Storm was downstairs

- with that. - Hey! Hey, hey... It's okay.

It's good. Okay?

Just-just please put the gun down.

- I'm really scared. - I know you are.

Just please put it down.

Good. Now come to me.

Go! Go-go-go-go.

Alison? Get me an evidence bag please?

But there's a procedure.

Which is?

First, Amanda has to surrender the gun.

- She's done that. - No. Not to us.

- To the police. - I called them.

But when they get here, they'll have to P.R.O.V.E. it.

No. It's a gun. With bullets. I-I looked.

Yeah. I-I think, I think "Prove" is an acronym.

Point the firearm in a safe direction.

Remove all ammunition...

Alison. Alison. Just please get me a bag?

Hey...

Oh hey. You finished your other hand.

Yeah. This morning.

Hey. Just stay here for a second. Okay?

Okay.

Alison. Go to Amanda. Look at her nails.

Engage in a lengthy conversation about them, okay?

While I call Detective McAvoy.

- Will do. - Thanks.

- Hey. - Hey.

Holly cow.

Detective McAvoy?

We are going to need those warrants.

Just wait in here, okay?

Have a seat.

- What's that? - Hm.

It's just an Aspirin.

I... I have a headache.

Oh, uh, that was my last one.

But let me uh, let me ask Alison see if she has one.

Alison?!

Hey, do you have an aspirin?

In a second.

Have a seat.

So...

what happens now?

Well, um,

gun have a serial numbers on them,

which helps us trace them back to their owners.

Yeah, but what if it is...

Dylan's?

Amanda? The gun that we're looking for

was used in a murder.

I can't go back there.

Do you have any relatives that you can call?

Any friends with a spare couch or...?

Uh... what about you?

And... and your couch.

Oh um, I don't-I don't live in the city.

That's even better.

Safer.

- And I have a son. - Is he cute?

He has a boyfriend.

Then he is cute. And probably funny, too.

- You need aspirin? - Uh, for Amanda.

And she's gonna need a place to stay

even if just for the night.

Uh, maybe at any shelters that'll...

No. I did that when my mom died.

I can't do that again.

Okay. Thanks.

Hey. Oh. Once sec.

The gun is the same caliber that killed Professor Kamau.

Did you get the warrant?

Warrants. Plural. For the Parkdale house

and the apiary in Cannington.

That's Dylan's parents' place.

Uh, we're just gonna go take a look, okay?

I shouldn't have brought the gun in.

I...

Hey, Amanda, yes.

Yes, you should have. Okay?

You absolutely did the right thing.

You need to be patient. Okay?

You need to let us take care of you.

The best thing I can do is get her a voucher

- for a hotel room. - Okay. Do that.

Anyplace is fine.

Okay.

Freeze!

Police search warrant!

Go! Go! Go! Go! Move!

Clear!

All clear!

All right, Tee, you check upstairs.

The Coroner and I'll be downstairs.

Clear!

- There is a saw. - No.

The wounds were made with a chopping tool.

All right. We'll Luminol all the hell out of the floor.

See what we can get.

All right, you stay here and conduct your search.

I'm gonna head up to the apiary.

- No, I'm coming with you. - Why?

The gun connects Dylan to Kamau's killing.

The book connects him to William Webber.

The killings are connected.

How many times do you need to say "I told you so".

Well, I wanna be there when you catch these guys.

Whoa.

- It's... - Blood.

What looks like a fingernail.

Someone was locked in here...

alive.

I don't want a shelter bed, I want a hotel room.

The place on the Lakeshore?

That's a hole, come on.

Call me back when you find some place nice.

Okay.

I'm hungry.

I have a granola bar in my bag.

I'm sorry, honey, I can't let you go outside.

I-I need a toothbrush.

And deodorant. It's...

it's not like I packed.

The police will bring those things at the hotel.

Well, is the Coroner gonna be with them?

I'm giving you my phone number.

Call it. Often.

Even just to say, "I'm lonely".

Boy or a girl?

Well, you keep touching it.

Him or her.

I don't know yet.

Yeah. Surprises are the best.

Am I allowed to pee?

Uh, yeah.

Okay.

Stop calling me.

Amanda. Amanda... don't!

Please.

Hey.

Are you in the house right now?

- No. - Okay. Good.

Good-good-good-good.

'Cause there's these cops everywhere.

And I was so confused. And then I got nervous.

And then I was scared something happened to you.

Whose gun was in the basement?

The cops know about that?

That's good. That's really good.

It was Storm's, wasn't it?

Amanda... baby. Hey.

Come meet me.

I love you so much.

I need to see you.

Please. Amanda please.

I need you.

I want us to get away from here.

Just us two.

I want that, too.

Where are you right now?

Nowhere special.

Come meet me. I miss you.

I need to see you please.

I love you so much, Amanda.

Please. Amanda please.

Hello?

Is anybody here?!

Hello!

Looks pretty apocalyptic.

Colony collapse.

What happened?

Pesticides, most likely.

There's gotta be a back door.

Should we wait for the other officers?

I'm not waiting.

Okay.

That's professor Kamau's car.

It must be.

He was sitting in the passenger side.

Whoever had the gun was behind him

because the bullet went in the back of his head,

and came out the forehead.

And out the windshield.

You think that's what they dismembered him with?

Then this is where they did it.

Looks like they tried to clean the place up.

- Just stay to the sides. - Yeah.

What do you see?

There is more blood, but...

Is that...?

The last piece of Gideon Kamau.

I'm putting out a BOLO for Dylan Lee.

And this "Storm" guy,

does your fingernail friend know his real name?

I'll find out.

This is Detective Donavan McAvoy...

Amanda is not answering her phone.

I told her stay put.

Where is she?

She asked if she could go pee.

I should have gone with her. But I had paperwork to do...

Alison.

- She got a phone call. - From who?

She didn't answer. Uh...

Oh God, what if it was the boyfriend.

Okay. Uh...

get security to check the entire building right now.

It's okay.

Amanda! Just... Amanda, it's Jenny.

Just-just call me back, okay?

I-I...

Dylan is not a good guy. Do not answer him.

Do not answer your calls. Do not talk to him.

Do not-do not go to him.

Okay? Just-just...

if you know where he is please just tell us.

Okay. Just call me back.

I need to know that you're safe.

It's okay.

It's okay. Hey.

It's okay. Let's be friends.

Hey.

No. no. Don't be afraid. Don't be afraid.

It's okay. No, no. It's fine. It's fine.

I'm friendly. Look, I'm friendly. C'mere.

C'mere.

It's okay.

Hey...

don't be afraid of me.

It's ok... Hey... hey.

Why...?

You're afraid of me.

Dylan!

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