All language subtitles for Law and Order Toronto Criminal Intent 102 Good Neighbours

In Toronto's war
on crime,

the worst offenders
are pursued by the detectives

of the specialized criminal
investigations unit.

These are their stories.

I hope we didn't keep you
waiting too long.

All's well that ends well.

I can arrange
a security detail

to accompany you in transit.
- Nope, that won't be necessary.

I can only account
for your safety here.

Once you step
outside those doors--

Thank you.

Patient's left pupil
is dilated.

Severe nausea.
Sending him for a CT scan,

just wanted your input first.

Don't send him until
I've had a chance to assess.

I'll stop by in the hour, okay?

Dr. Embers?
There's someone here to see you.

Says he's your brother.

What'd I just say?
I'm fine where I am, okay?!

I don't need to sit down!

Dennis.

Whoa. Dennis.

What are you doing here?
Are you okay?

I'm fine. I'm fine.

Dennis.

I have been worried about you.
You haven't answered my calls.

Can we talk,
just us, somewhere?

Yes. Yes, please.

- What is going on?
- Dennis, we've had enough.

- You can't just walk--
- You need to hear us out.

- Okay, is this about next week?
- Why else would we be here?

You got it all wrong. Just...
give me a minute to explain.

Not unless you've changed
your mind.

Actually, I wanted to talk
to you about that.

Why don't you just sit down,
I'll grab you a drink, okay?

Hun, get out here!
What's taking so long?

Seconds away.

Did you hear that?
- It's just the fireworks,

which you're gonna miss,
so hurry up!

Never rush a martini!

Oh my God.
- Oh!

Oh my God. Here, here.

Here, here, take...

Where is my phone?!

Dennis Embers,

owner of the unit.
Over here we have Harold Chen.

In the kitchen,
we got Derek Kapoor.

And out here on the balcony,
we got Amanda Green.

All tenants in this building.

We count 15 shell casings.
9 millimetres.

No weapon has been located.

No forced entry on the door.

Any witnesses?

None, and surveillance
is limited.

But, you know,
we'll get the footage soon.

Thanks, Riley.
First up is Dennis.

Closest to the entry.
Two shots to the chest.

The shooter had him backed
into a corner.

The shooter had complete
control of that situation.

Like shooting fish in a barrel.
But then...

We're looking at many more fish.

Three targets.

Open space,
multiple obstructions.

Shooter starts losing control
of the situation.

Spraying bullets, it's chaos.

So they all ran for cover.

A final victim, Amanda,
shot in the doorway,

stumbles outside.
The subject follows,

shoots her in the back
three times.

The subject
was a terrible shot.

He nearly took out
the baby grand.

Does that sound off to you?

I spotted a cochlear implant
on Dennis.

Maybe it was that?
- Unlikely.

Those implants amplify pitch
rather than distort it.

Any signs of robbery?

No sign the shooter went
through Dennis' belongings, no.

And all the victims still
have their wallets, jewelry.

Including this.

Hi, what do you got?
- Gold face?

Swiss movement. Handcrafted.

By far the most expensive
thing in the place.

So if it wasn't a robbery,

why did the shooter
target these four?

Graff, Bateman?

One of my officers just
spoke to the neighbour.

Turns out all four
of our victims were members

of the condo board.
Maybe our shooter held a grudge?

A recent eviction?

How many people on the board?

Nine in total.
That leaves five.

If I wanted to wipe out
my condo board,

I'd turn up
to a scheduled meeting

and take them all out at once.

Last night, Amanda and I
were planning on going

to see Dennis together.
Then... Oh.

Then I got called in last minute
to babysit our granddaughter.

Why were you visiting Dennis?

We wanted to change
his mind about the sale.

Of his condo?

Of all of our units.

A developer, Pinecorp,

they want to buy
our entire building,

but they need the unanimous vote
of all the condo owners

for the deal to go through.

And Dennis didn't
want to sell.

Amanda and I didn't
want to sell either, but...

but then Pinecorp
raised the offer,

they started sending us gifts...

Like that watch here.

I saw one just like it
in Dennis' unit.

Well, eventually,
we decided to go for it.

Um, we were...

We were going to use
the money to, um...

to buy a farm in Caledon.

But Dennis was immovable.

He said he'd oppose the sale,
and the vote's next week.

So your wife went to appeal
to him,

convince him to change his mind.

Why were Harold
and Derek with her?

They're board members.
They also wanted to sell.

Everyone was in.
Except for Dennis.

And who else knew about
this meeting last night?

Just the four of us.

Don't you mean the five
of you, including Dennis?

No.

Dennis had no idea
we were coming over.

He'd been avoiding us for weeks.

The motive for killing Dennis
is clear.

Somebody wants him gone
to allow the deal to go through.

But Dennis didn't expect
a visit

from his three neighbours
last night.

He was caught off guard.

What is the shooter was too?

So you think these three
were in the wrong place

at the wrong time?
- We do.

Look at how each
of the victims was killed.

Subject shoots Dennis
twice in the chest.

It's efficient, clean.

Dennis drops to the ground,

revealing three witnesses
further back in his condo.

Shooter panics,
sprays them all with bullets,

the shots become
much less accurate.

So in order to catch
whoever killed all four,

we need to focus on the real
target: Dennis Embers.

It's an old building.

I only have security feeds
of the lobby and garage.

Anyone catch your eye?

Everyone who went in and out
of the condo

during the shooting
are residents of the building.

So either the shooter lives
in the building,

or he used an entrance
that isn't under surveillance.

Which would be the back
service entrance.

No cameras there.

But I did find this
on the lobby camera,

11:18 AM yesterday.

Everyone on surveillance
was either a resident

or buzzed in, except...

Only visitor who didn't get
buzzed into the building.

We lose him inside until

he slips out
eight minutes later.

But the timing doesn't
match the murders.

Can you run this through
facial recognition?

I already did. No hits.

He's not a convicted criminal.

Maybe he's a late bloomer.

How could this happen?

I recognized
the family resemblance.

You two seemed quite close.

Camp Rosseau.

I was a counsellor
when he was a camper.

Can't believe Dennis
kept all these.

Dr. Embers,
did Dennis ever mention

a company called Pinecorp
to you?

Yes, he told me
about their offer.

He said he would never
sell to them.

Any reason why?

It was our childhood home.

Our mom died when we were
in our twenties, and...

I guess the condo
reminded Dennis of her.

So your mother
bequeathed the unit

to just Dennis,
not to the both of you?

I was a neurology resident,

I already owned a house.

It was her way of balancing
out the scales.

Dennis needed a lot of help.

Did Dennis ever settle
into a career?

Well, he worked
at a concert hall,

and then at a music store,
but he struggled...

financially, emotionally.

For a while, he was
in a good, stable place.

A few months ago,
he started acting... different.

He retreated,
stopped answering my calls.

- Any idea why the change?
- No.

But yesterday, he came in here,
asking me for cash.

I was worried about him.

But when I tried to get him
seen by a physician, he lost it.

Security had
to take him outside.

Did he mention what
he needed the money for?

Code blue, room 3-0-4.

Code blue, room 3-0-4.
- Oh, that's me, I'm sorry.

Oh, here.
If you think of anything else,

don't hesitate.

Thank you.

Mark just got access
to the condo intercom.

One person buzzed into
Dennis' unit yesterday.

Pravat Doshi.
Project Manager of Pinecorp.

I was making my final pitch
to Dennis for why

he should see to us.
I mean, I was...

begging him to take the deal.
- But Dennis wouldn't sell.

No, I mean, he had
this whole thing about it

being in the family for decades,

and it was like
a whole sob story.

And you thought money
would change his mind?

Look, it's hard to cry
when you're in a Ferrari.

So now with Dennis
out of the picture,

looks like the deal
will go through.

Are you... relieved about that?

I'm... devastated.

And how was his mood,

his demeanour,
the last time you saw him?

Anything out of the ordinary?

No, about the same.

Oh, his girlfriend did
barge in on us in the meeting.

Yeah, she was a bit stressed.

I just can't believe
someone would...

I'm sorry, this is just
a lot to take in right now.

Eden.

How long were you two
in a relationship?

Two years.
He ended things last month.

And why did you break up?

It was so strange.

Around three months ago,
Dennis started complaining

about hearing this high-pitched
noise in his condo,

but I was over there a lot
and I never heard anything.

Dennis wore
a cochlear implant, correct?

Could it have been
malfunctioning?

I went with him to get it
checked out at the doctor,

and they said it was
working perfectly.

They thought the problem
was maybe psychological.

Was Dennis suffering
from delusions?

I got really bad.
He wasn't himself anymore.

And then he just...
he ended things.

And why were you at his place
the day he died?

He said he wanted
to try again,

so I went to hear him out.

You said that, um,

Dennis started hearing
the noises inside his condo.

Did he ever hear them
anywhere else?

Actually, no.

He only heard them
when he was home.

Why would Dennis's piano
be tuned down three semitones?

Oh, forgive me,
but I'd argue that most pianos

in the real word
are not perfectly tuned.

Yeah, but maybe he did it
on purpose to compensate

for the high-pitched noise
he was hearing.

The sonic equivalent of adding
sugar to bitter coffee.

So, you think the noise
was real. And was Eden lying?

No, she just couldn't hear it,
like we can't hear it right now.

Doesn't mean it's not real.

- Who are you calling?
- Mark.

We're just gonna need
to source a spectrum analyzer

so we can measure
the sound frequencies.

Well, or...

we could just... use this.

My sound app.

Wow.

That's an impossibly
high-pitched noise.

But I can't hear anything.

Neither do I.

Normally, you'd have to be under
20 to hear something like that.

Presbycusis. As we age,
the small hairs in our inner ear

become damaged,
then we're no longer able

to hear anything
above 12 kilohertz.

But Dennis wore
a cochlear implant.

Yeah, which bypasses
that part of the inner ear,

transmitting directly...

into the auditory nerve.

Which is why Dennis could
hear it and no one else could.

What have we got here?

Okay.

Was that what Dennis
was hearing?

Even worse,
if you can imagine.

How hard is it to get
your hands on one of these?

Pretty easy.
Hundreds of convenience stores

use them to deter
loitering teenagers.

They still have young enough
ears to hear 17 kilohertz.

So this machine
was on non-stop,

emitting a high-pitch screech

that only Dennis could hear.

Oh, that's torture.

Yeah. Whoever planted it

wanted to push Dennis
out of the building.

- Mm-hmm.
- Dennis didn't want to leave

so easily.
Eden said he first started

hearing the noise
three months ago.

Meaning that whoever did this
could also be our shooter.

Maybe they got impatient
waiting for Dennis to break

and took a more direct approach.
Thank you.

All 38 residents
in that building

would've wanted Dennis out.

He was the only thing standing
in their way of making millions.

Mmm. We need to shrink
our suspect pool.

Dennis had a weight-bearing
post installed

in his living room.

The roof above his unit
had cracked.

I put a call out
for the building's

maintenance records to find out
who installed it.

Yep, they could've also
planted the device.

They definitely would've had
access to Dennis' condo.

They're not the only ones
who had access.

Just got the blueprints
from the condo.

That heating vent connects
to several other units,

but only one of them belongs
to the head of the condo board,

Jessica Lewis.

My daughter and I have been
living here since she was born.

And with the dog,
we need more space.

Look, I get it.
I would love to move

into a bigger place with my kid.
- Right?

The money from the sale
would've meant...

That you could've moved.

And Dennis was standing
in the way of that?

So you plant a device
in his unit

to torture him until he leaves
the building. That's nice.

I'm sorry.

I feel bad about it now. I do.

How did you know the device
would trigger Dennis?

The grocery store
down the block uses them.

Dennis complained to me
once about it.

I filed it away, I guess.

Now, the wiring
for the machine,

it was no small feat to install.

Did you have any help?

What do you mean?

What's his name?
I love animals.

Duke.

Hello, Duke.

Hey, you.

Oh, your daughter
must really love him.

Uh-huh.

The only drawback
is the shedding, right?

I guess you get use to it.

Pravat from Pinecorp
certainly did.

He must like you a lot.

You and Duke.

Jessica and I have been seeing
each other for a year now.

After a few dates, I realized
her building was a dump

sitting on a gold mine,
so Pinecorp made an offer.

A deliriously generous offer,
I might add.

Like...

But you hit a roadblock
when Dennis said

he'd vote against the sale.

Why should one man stand
in the way of everyone

getting rich, hmm?
- Hmm.

I merely suggested to Jessica
that she...

find a way to help persuade
Dennis to leave the building.

But the plan didn't work.

Dennis endured
three excruciating months

of that noise. And now,
with the vote on the sale

coming up in a matter of days,

you're under pressure
to save the deal.

You're wrong, by the way.
It did work. Okay?

Just last week, Dennis snapped.

He couldn't take
the noise anymore.

He came by here
to make the deal.

He said he'd vote for the sale
of the building if I...

you know, gave him
a signing bonus.

Just check the security cameras.
He was here. Okay?

So the morning
you visited Dennis...

I was delivering the money.
200K.

He's not a very good negotiator.

I'd have easily tripled it,
but he was in a rush.

So, why did you
lie to us earlier?

Uh... Okay, um...

Pinecorp is a publicly
traded company.

And, um, I...

I would lose my job
if anybody found out

that I was...
I was handing out...

I think the word
you're looking for is "bribes".

We'll be in touch.

There was no trace of the money
at Dennis'.

But he did have one
other visitor that day.

Eden.

- Can you pop the trunk?
- Sure.

Eden Turner?

You're packing pretty light
for a trip to Cambodia.

I'm impressed.
- I'm surprised

you're still going
without your boyfriend.

Dennis was booked
on the seat next to yours.

Jessica Lewis?

You're the head
of the condo board, right?

I'm sorry, do I know you?

Carl Embers.
I'm Dennis' brother.

I'm so sorry.

I heard you're still pushing
through the vote

to sell the building.

I just wanted to let you know
that I plan to honour

my brother's wishes to keep
the apartment in the family

and will be voting
against the sale.

Well, it's all there.

I know how this looks. I do.

It looks like your boyfriend
got killed

and you got caught
fleeing the country

with a bag full of his money.

I don't know where to start.

Well, the truth is usually
easiest to remember.

Okay.

Dennis called me last week
to get back together.

He said he was about
to come into some money,

and he wanted us to leave
Toronto and start again.

In Cambodia.
Known for its beautiful beaches,

the ruins of Angkor Wat, and...
I'm missing something.

No extradition treaty.

What was Dennis running from?

He wouldn't say.
The day that he was killed,

I went to his place to pick up
the money. He was... paranoid.

He thought that security
would stop him at the airport,

so he asked me to hide
the cash in my luggage.

So then, why go through
with his plan once he's gone?

Because I'm terrified.

Dennis was running
from someone.

He comes into money
and then he ends up dead?

That can't be a coincidence.

If Dennis' death had anything
to do with this money,

I didn't want to wait around
and find out.

Alright, let's say that Eden
didn't kill him.

Why was Dennis running
in the first place?

Why was he in such a rush?

Well, that's where
it falls apart, right?

If I was Dennis and I wanted
to leave town,

I'd sell the condo and wait
for the deal to be closed,

you know? Then I'd take off
with my millions

from the sale rather than
two hundred thousand.

But Dennis took whatever
he could get upfront.

Eden said he was running away
from someone.

Or something.
Something that could be found

in his unit after he left.

Now, these are work logs
from the building.

That weight-bearing pole
in his living room?

Maintenance never installed it.

So he put it in on his own?

Why would you go to all
that trouble yourself?

Maybe he didn't want
someone poking around

where they shouldn't.

Dennis knew what was causing
the roof above his unit

to collapse. Something heavy.

I'll put a team
of forensics on standby.

Okay. So we are... here,
right above Dennis's unit.

And that would place
the column...

under here.

Look at these azaleas.
The leaves are all curled and...

the stems have a purple tinge.

That's the effects
of high alkaline soil.

Okay. Didn't know
you had a green thumb.

We had a herb garden
on the balcony growing up.

There's many reasons
for high alkaline soil.

Lack of water.

Surplus calcium, or...

concrete.

Looks like we hit bottom.

Maybe a false bottom.

That's a solid two feet
off the ground.

Why?

When we removed the earth,
we found this.

The bottom two feet of the bed

were haphazardly filled
with concrete.

Whoever did this was in a rush.

You see how the earth is fused
with the top layer of concrete?

They didn't wait long enough
for the concrete to dry

before shovelling the earth
back on top.

How long would it have taken
someone to do this?

Approximately 10-12 hours.

Well, when you said
you found something,

we were expecting a little
more than some dirt

stuck to concrete. No offence.

Rude. But fair.

I was saving the best for last.

Give us a minute.

Well, well, well.

I think we just found
what Dennis was hiding.

Dennis knew about this body
in the flowerbed.

He wanted it to remain buried.

That's why when the weight of it
caused his roof to crack,

he fixed it himself.

He didn't want anyone coming
to dig up his secret.

It also explains why
he didn't want to sell.

He knew if Pinecorp
bought the building,

the body would be unearthed
in demolition.

But eventually he caved,

and planned to be in Cambodia
by the time this turned up.

Well, that didn't work out.

Questions still remains, though,

how does whoever's in there
connect with the shooting?

Maybe the shooter was avenging
the death of the body

in the concrete.
Killed Dennis as payback.

"Every block of stone
has a statue inside it,

and it's the task of
the sculptor to discover it."

Michelangelo had it easy.

We, on the other hand, do not.

The bones are fused
with the concrete.

One wrong move
and we could shatter the skull,

along with the teeth
that we need for dental records.

Anything we can go from
in the meantime?

Victim is female. 5'4".

X-ray found a helix piercing
in her right ear.

Judging from the state
of decomposition,

she was killed about
20 years ago.

I know it's not
a lot to go off of.

Actually,
it might be all we need.

Okay.

This is from 20 years ago, 2003.

Work permits to reinstall

the fire escape
on Dennis' building.

There is a note here
on concrete repair.

That's how Dennis buried
the body.

He didn't bring up
the equipment for the concrete

because it was already there.
- What month is that?

- November.
- Okay, November 2003.

Missing persons.

Okay.

We got three women who match
the height of the deceased

found in the concrete.

But only one with
the same helix piercing.

Maeve Waters, 16.

I know that face.

Dennis' photo album.

Dennis knew Maeve from camp.

Dennis was Maeve's
camp friend.

He was a godsend to her
the one summer

she went to Camp Rosseau.

I cannot imagine
that he would ever...

want to hurt her.

All her letters home
mentioned Dennis.

They bonded over
their love of music.

Maeve played the violin

and he played the piano.

He was the only thing
she liked about camp.

Did you ever meet Dennis?

No. They lost touch
once the school year began.

I have no idea why
she would've seen him

the night she went... missing.

Well, Maeve was last seen

at a concert
at Roy Thomson Hall.

Dennis worked there part-time
as an usher.

They must have run
into each other.

Are these your daughter's
photos?

They're incredible.
Excellent eye.

Dynamic composition.

Well, anything she'd set
her mind to, she would master.

That's an expensive camera,
though, for a teenager.

I mean, back then,
these would have gone for...

four or five grand.

Did she buy it herself?

It was a gift
from a boyfriend, I think.

Is there any possibility
that Dennis

gave the camera to her?
Were they dating?

I don't think so.

And do you know when
she got the camera?

No.

September 2003.

That's about... two months
before Maeve's disappearance.

You can see how the images
changed this month.

This is higher quality glass.

More bokeh,
sharper depth of field,

the mark of a great Leica.
- Sandra?

In here!

That's my husband.

Kenneth. I want you to meet
Detectives Graff and Bateman.

My client won't be answering
any questions today.

You can show us as much film
as you'd like, though.

Well, we only have
this one clip,

because the second time
he went back to the building,

he was armed,
and went through the back door

where there are no
security cameras.

I have never been in the same
room as Dennis Embers.

- Kenneth, we discussed--
- No. I have nothing to hide.

That was the only time
I set foot in the building.

I just wanted to talk to Dennis.

Just like you wanted to talk
to John Hucks,

Maeve's former English teacher?

He told me that back in...

2004, you had a "conversation".

It ended with you
breaking his nose.

I had a lot of anger the years
after Maeve disappeared.

John was far too interested
in my daughter,

so I talked to him and I-I...
took things too far.

That's why this time,
with Dennis,

I wanted to make sure
I got things right.

I just wanted
information from him.

What made you think Dennis
had any information to give?

Last week, I got an email
from a random address.

It said Maeve's body was hidden
at 1220 Rosedale Valley Road.

When I looked up the residence,
I saw Dennis' name.

Maeve's old friend.

In the building
her body is buried.

Couldn't have been
a coincidence.

Why didn't you come to us
with this information?

These past 20 years,

I'd grab onto any theory
of what happened to Maeve.

I shared every shred
with the police.

Over time,
they stopped listening.

I had to make sure
this was solid first.

You took your own road
to get to us,

but now you're here.

If you really want help
catch Maeve's killer,

you can start
by giving us that email.

The email sent to Kenneth
was placed

on a scheduled-send delay
of nine minutes.

What good does
a nine-minute delay do?

Not much,
unless it was a mistake.

You think the sender meant
to schedule it for nine days

rather than nine minutes?

Nine days, weeks, months,
take your pick.

I was able to track the sender's
IP address:

789 Yonge Street.

Toronto Reference Library.

They have great events. What?

Well, your friends at TPL
just sent over the camera feed

from the time
the email was sent.

Dennis.

Why would he sell himself out?

Yeah, thanks.

Da Silva just ruled
Maeve Waters' cause of death

as manual strangulation.
Hyoid bone was shattered.

Which would require
35 pounds of pressure.

Two hands around her neck.

Maeve was probably looking
at her killer when she died.

Most likely a crime of passion.

Just got off the phone
with Kenneth's alibi.

He was at his mother's
retirement home

at the time of Dennis' murder.
He's not our condo shooter.

So we now have Dennis
for Maeve's murder,

but we've exhausted all our
suspects for the condo shooting.

Unless... we've been
looking at this all wrong.

What if Dennis had help
burying Maeve's body?

Da Silva said he would have
taken Dennis up to 12 hours.

Even if he started
the process at night,

it would have stretched
into morning.

Somebody could've spotted him.
- But if Dennis had help,

those 12 hours become six.

Work's done at night.
No witnesses.

So, whoever helped Dennis
bury Maeve's body

is also our shooter?

It's possible.
20 years later,

Dennis develops a conscience,

tips off Maeve's father
about the body.

If the accomplice knew
he was gonna talk,

maybe he'd wipe him out
before he said too much.

Okay. That's a start.

This time, try to come back
with a suspect

that doesn't have an alibi.
Those ones usually work better!

Direct from Camp Rosseau.

Over 500 photos
from the summer of '03.

Now, if Dennis had
a close friend,

you'd think they'd be captured
in the same frame together

at least once,
but he's only ever pictured

with Maeve or Carl, his brother.

It's Carl. With Dennis.

Look what's slung over
his shoulder.

Maeve's camera.

The same camera she was given
by an ex-boyfriend.

Carl and Maeve
were in a relationship.

Oh, Dr. Embers, a word?
It's about Tuesday night.

Hmm?

Um...

During the emergency craniotomy,

you left before
I finished the surgery.

I lost the patient.

The hospital is doing
an investigation, and...

I'm sorry, but I'm gonna have
to let them know

that I don't know
where you were that night.

I was at the hospital
the whole night.

- I can't lie to--
- You lost a patient.

Welcome to medicine, it happens.

Now, you tell that lie
to the board,

I will ensure that no hospital
will hire you

for the rest of your
insignificant career.

So the Embers brothers
bury Maeve's body.

But which one killed her?

Strangulation
isn't a team sport.

My bet's on Carl.

What's stopping Carl
from pinning it all on Dennis?

Dead men don't speak.

And they're terrible
at defending themselves.

Carl and Maeve dated
briefly at camp.

She ended things.
He's got motive.

Any defence lawyer
worth their salt

will argue it would have been
impossible for Carl

to have killed Maeve
all the way from Montreal.

He was studying at McGill.

So he must've come
home unexpectedly.

"Must have" is worlds apart
from "indisputable".

But let's set that aside
for a moment.

So, Carl and Dennis
are both complicit.

They bury Maeve's body
on the roof.

Cut to this month,
Carl learns that Dennis

is gonna skip town
'cause he sold the condo,

which will unearth
Carl's secret,

so he kills Dennis
to inherit the condo

and keep the body buried.
Am I close?

You're in the ballpark.

If you can prove Carl
is our condo shooter,

then the pieces also fall
into place with Maeve's murder.

Carl kills his younger brother
to cover up his past crimes.

But then you encounter
another road block.

Carl also has an alibi
for the night of the shooting.

He was on call
at Harbourfront Memorial.

That alibi
has to be fabricated.

Then pull at the seams.

Look I told the officers
before, okay?

Dr. Embers was on call.

He was supervising me
the whole night.

Even during the operation
where you lost a patient?

I made a mistake, alright?
It was my fault.

An emergency craniotomy.

Now wouldn't an operation
of that scale

require a senior
attending surgeon?

But when things went south,
Dr. Embers didn't step in.

Why? Because he wasn't there.

Hassan.

If you tell us the truth,
he'll be gone from your life.

He stepped out for three hours
that night.

And I'm sorry I didn't
say that before, but...

Dr. Embers, he can be so...
intimidating.

But whenever other people
are around, he just...

he turns it off.

I feel like I'm losing my mind.

You're not.
So how does he treat you

when no one else is around?

I just want to be clear.

We're agreeing
to sell Dennis' condo now?

Yeah. Get rid of it.

Well, you didn't have
to hire me to vote yes,

but I'm happy
to take your money.

I told you what the police
found in Dennis' unit.

I'm sorry. It's... it's awful.

It's for the best
that it's torn down.

Vote is in an hour.

Are you sure? Perhaps--

I don't know how much
clearer I need to be. Seriously.

Yep.

Thank you so much for your time.

I just got out of a deep dive
into Carl's time at McGill.

He was in residence
at Douglas Hall.

- Was that your dorm?
- No. I was at McConnell.

But check out that article.

Okay. "Gas leak found
at Douglas Hall.

All residents
forced to evacuate."

One guess. What day did
they find that gas leak?

November 4th,
the day of Maeve's murder.

Carl had to leave
his residence.

I just talked to his roommate
from that year,

he remembers Carl getting on
the first train home to Toronto.

Placing him
at the scene of the crime.

- Yep.
- Okay, here's what I got.

Dennis didn't have
a cochlear implant

in any of these camp photos,
meaning he might not have been

born with a hearing impairment.

So I looked into his medical
records and found this.

Dennis was 16
when he got his implant

after suffering extreme
blunt head trauma.

He presented to the ER
with a cracked head

and broken arm. The doctor
on call suspected abuse.

Family Services were notified,

they investigated,
but they cleared the mother.

And you suspect it was Carl.

Look at how tense
Carl's forearm

is across Dennis's shoulder.

He's not hugging him,
he's clamping down on him.

Although Dennis' mouth
is smiling,

his eyes are terrified.

Sibling physical abuse.

Often overlooked,
chalked up to boys being boys.

I haven't gotten
to the best part.

Look at the date of the X-ray.

Thank you for coming down.

We just need your signature
on a few things

to release your brother's condo.

Take a seat.

Can I get you a coffee
or anything?

No, just show me
where to sign.

Oh, I wanted to give
this back to you.

Oh, since we're in the process

of returning your property...

Leica M6.

Maeve put your gift to good use.

She took some beautiful
photographs.

Carl, it's okay.

We know that you and Maeve dated

and we know that you came home
the night she was killed.

It must've been awful.

You get off that train,
you walk in that door into what?

I can only imagine.

By the time I got there,
she was already gone.

And Dennis asked you
to help him

bury the body on the roof?

Yeah. He was, uh...

very scared.

And he didn't know
what he had done

until it was...

too late.

And he begged me to...

to help him.

And he was my brother, you know?

My little brother.

Do you know how he killed her?

Mm-hmm.
He said he strangled her.

Okay. That lines up.

We'll have to get
a written statement.

Just one more question, um...

I know it's not your field,
but...

I was hoping you could
give me help in reading this.

Dennis' X-ray.
I'm no doctor, but...

that looks to me
like a clean break.

You know?

Doesn't take a professional
to read the date.

September 1st, 2003.

Correct me if I'm wrong,
but wouldn't the treatment

for a severe radius fracture

be to put the arm in a cast
for at least four months?

It would be impossible for him
to have strangled Maeve,

wouldn't it, doctor?

I think you may have got
some details wrong

about the night
Maeve was killed.

How about we...
start again from the top?

November 4th.

While you're on a train
home to Toronto,

your brother's running into
your ex-girlfriend at a concert.

They were good friends at camp,

but that night, they hit it off.

Went back to the condo.

And later,
you do walk in on them,

but Maeve was very much alive.

And judging
by what happened next,

let me guess,
they were in bed together.

Your little brother

with your ex-girlfriend,
the girl who dumped you.

That must've been
so humiliating.

She didn't stand a chance.

And then you force your brother
to help bury her body.

None of this is true,
so I'm done here.

Um, next time you want
to talk to me,

my lawyer will be present.

Your lawyer can talk to you
in holding.

After the admission
you just gave,

we have enough to take you in.

- I haven't admitted anything.
- Actually, you did.

But you were so caught up
in self-preservation,

you failed to notice.

We have you on record
admitting to helping

bury a body. That's accessory
after the fact to murder.

Oh, I can hear your lawyer's
closing remarks right now.

Yeah, they'll play up
your character as a defence.

How after Maeve's death,
you became a changed man,

you went into medicine
as penance.

You devoted your life
to helping others.

You swore the Hippocratic oath.

You became Dr. Embers.

You got the stunning house,
the loving wife,

and two adorable girls.

You had made the perfect world.

Until Dennis decided
to destroy it.

Unless you killed Dennis,

you would inherit the condo.

You could block
the deal yourself.

Because if you didn't,

your life would be obliterated.

Your family.

Your work.

Such important work.

Just this week alone,
you saved four lives.

But also this week,
you took four lives.

Four innocent lives.

After you killed your brother,

you murdered Derek Kapoor.

He just got married last month.

Harold Chen.
He was his parents'

caregiver for eight years.

And Amanda Green.

She just became a grandmother.

You didn't know they were gonna
be there, did you, doctor?

I...

I just wanted Dennis.

But they saw my face
and it was too late.

I didn't know what else to do.

You didn't know
what else to do?

How about, "First, do no harm"?

Sometimes, the dead do speak.

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