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In Toronto's war on crime,

the worst offenders are
pursued by the detectives

of the specialized criminal
investigations unit.

These are their stories.

So we're set then? What?

So we're set then?
Everything's good on your end?

Yeah, all systems go.

So what happens now?

Just as discussed.

Right. But when?

Because there is a
time factor here.

Listen.

Moment's gotta be right.

You don't want me to rush this.

No.

You want me to do
it half-cocked?

Listen, I was assured that
you could handle this,

so what I need is for you to
tell me it's happening soon.

It's happening... soon.

Yeah, one sec.

Where do I sign?

We have been evolving
for over a century.

And while our stores
may be getting bigger,

our goal is the same:
Good food at good prices.

I'm Nadia Betts, and like
my grandfather used to say:

Food tastes better
when you're smiling.

- And cut.
- Great job!

Hair and makeup. Quiet.

- Thank you.
- Back to one. Back to one.

- Tax Nadia Betts!
- Tax Nadia Betts!

No more millionaires!

Corporate greed!

With me, with me, let's go.

Make way. Back up. Back up.

No more millionaires!

Tax Nadia Betts!

Back up! Back up!

Where you going, Nadia?!

We're not going away!

How'd they know I was here?

Sorry ma'am. I'll
talk to the team.

Just try not to take
it personally, Nadia.

Zoe, please. It's my
name they're shouting.

- I'm home.
- Hi, honey.

Hi, Mom.

- Hey, you.
- Hi.

Okay, clingy, wow.

Suffer through. I need it.

- You look tired.
- I am.

Don't ask me how school was.

Why not?

'Cause it's a boring question.
It's what tired people ask.

I like this. When
did this happen?

Like two weeks ago.

- Hey.
- Hi.

- Did you eat?
- Ugh...

We got Indian.

Oh, I just have to
go right out again.

It's work, it's immovable.

You just got here, Zo.

Well, now that I've
disappointed you both,

I guess my work here is done.

You're gonna wait up for me?
- Hmm, I won't.

Yes, you will.

Love you both.

You've been here a while.

Maybe your date's not coming.

Patience is very important
in my line of work.

♪ So lonely

♪ I'm crazy...

Are you Clayton?

She was found by a dog walker.

Looks like a suicide,

but the boss wanted
you guys anyways.

Because of her fingers?

What about her fingers?

Well, her right thumb is on top,

almost nobody clasps
their hands that way.

Feels unnatural.

So maybe somebody
positioned her after death.

Zoe Vaughn, 46,

Chief Operating
Officer for Best Betts.

The grocers.
- I shop at Best Betts.

- Everybody shops at Best Betts.
- I don't.

She's a big shot, so
she gets the A-team.

The area is pretty
busy during the day,

so she likely rolled
in after dark.

Yeah, matches the rig
our. Eight, ten hours.

Script bottle's unlabelled.
You recognize the pills?

Purse is still here.

We got wallet...

Phone...

No sign of a
struggle. So robbery.

Pills scattered like popcorn.

You might even say it
looks like a suicide.

Except the view.

What about the view, Graff?

Well, a dark alley
will do the job.

The vista here is a little...
I don't know, cinematic?

See, that's the problem
with your partner, Bateman.

He's got a sick mind, he
sees sickness everywhere.

Won't argue with that.

Do I wanna know?

Abrasions in the soft palate.

Well, you're not wrong.

It does look like suicide.

Ah, gee, thanks.

The killer made sure of that.

Pills were shoved
down her throat

after she was unconscious.

Sickness everywhere.

You're saying...
someone killed her?

Well, it's too soon to say,

but we have reasons to
believe it's a possibility.

Which opens some unpleasant
doors, Mr. Vaughn.

Did your wife have any
enemies that you're aware of?

Feuds, grudges?

No. No, she was... admired.

She was, uh, respected.

What about here at home?

- You mean me?
- We have to ask.

She was my whole world.

I don't know how
else to say that.

Did you notice any change
in her behaviour recently?

Moods, patterns.

I don't know. Just... more.

More... hours.

More stress.

And did she happen to mention
where she was going last night?

It was a work thing.

At 9 PM on a Tuesday?
Was that normal?

That was the one
thing we'd battle on.

She worked too much.

I told myself

when she got to the
top of the mountain,

we'd see each other ag...

I'm sorry.

Dad. Dad.

Sorry.

We'll be in touch.

To the mountaintop.

I'm stunned. Zoe
was unstoppable.

Poor family.

Mrs. Vaughn mentioned to
her husband she was going

to a work thing last night.

Well, if she was,
I'm not aware of it.

Zoe was your COO, is that right?

What does that mean?

She managed your
day-to-day operations?

That's right. Personnel,
resources, logistics.

And you're more
"big picture" yeah?

I'm sorry, my brain when
it comes to corporate stuff

just explodes.

Well, you've essentially
described it.

I set the long-term
vision for the company.

Because your grandad started it.

It's a very different beast now.

Oh, I see.

"An omnichannel food
and wellness retailer

with 64 billion
dollars in revenue."

Could I ask what does this
have to do with Zoe's death?

64 billion. Big number.

Big number, little number...
I worked a case once

where a kid was
killed for 19 bucks.

And his earbuds,
not even wireless.

I see. And yes, of
course, it's true,

with so much at stake,
there this... tension.

Differences. But on
this battlefield,

we settle our conflicts
with a call to HR.

You've been in the news a
bit these days, personally,

with the protests?
- Unfortunately.

Times are tough.
Groceries are expensive.

People get angry.

I'm the face of the company.
It comes with the territory.

Do you think a protester
was involved in this?

Do you? What about you?

That would be your
department, wouldn't it?

Brandon has been my head of
security for three years.

- Prison or ex-military?
- Excuse me?

The scar tissue
around your tattoo.

Skin got infected because
the tools were unclean.

Did you get it in prison
or is it a barracks tattoo?

Armoured unit. Six years.

I was young.

So what do you think?

Anyone in the protest
crowd catch your eye?

Honestly?

They're a pain in the ass.

But it's more bark than
bite in that scene.

- Hmm.
- Uh, just before we go,

we'll need access to
Mrs. Vaughn's work agenda

and correspondence.
- Of course.

Yeah?

Okay, it's all there.

Great. Well, that
concludes our business.

Hang on, hang on. Um, listen.

You didn't hurt her, right?

What are you asking?

I'm asking if it was painful.

You know what? Uh...

You sleep on it and
call me in the morning

if you still feel sad. I'll
give you a full refund.

Alright, you prick.
Have a nice life.

The sedative was acepromazine.

There was enough in her system
to do the job ten times over.

It's a veterinarian drug.
- Rare?

No, but these quantities are.

It's a lot more than
you get when your corgi

sprains his shoulder.

Maybe a break-in at
a vet or a supplier.

I'll check occurrences.

There were 29 partially
digested tablets

in her stomach and two more
lodged in her epiglottis.

Lodged as is inserted?

You called it. The
damage to the palate

and the throat
tissue is consistent

with manual insertion.

Well, that's not easy unless
she was pretty doped up already.

Does this acepromazine
come in liquid form?

Right again, Graff.

Here.

Fresh injection site in
the medium cubital vein.

So he puts her
under with a shot,

stuffs the pills down her throat

while she's unconscious,
makes it seem like

she ingested them herself.

No sign of a struggle,
view to the lake.

To all the world, suicide.

There's some craft here.

We got results from
Mrs. Vaughn's phone.

Locaiton data says she
left her house at 9 PM,

got to the lookout
point at 10:15.

Any stops?

One brief one at a
diner off the highway.

No, sorry. Don't recognize her.

Think I'd remember. It was
pretty quiet last night.

Any customer stand out?

There was this one
guy. Mousy dude.

Sort of pleased with himself.
Said his name was Clayton.

Why did you notice him?

He was low-key flirting.

He ordered decaf,
sat here for an hour.

But whoever he was waiting for
didn't show up, so he left.

Well, if he happens
to turn up again,

give us a call, would you?
- Sure thing.

Thanks.

Sits for an hour
announcing his name.

Doesn't read killer to me.

More like who Zoe
was coming to meet.

But she didn't make
it through the door.

So, killer ambushes her here,

down she goes,

then he drives her
car to the lookout

to finish the job.

Yeah, well he certainly
doesn't have to worry

about anyone hearing her scream.

Not this close to Pearson.

So

If he's planning

on leaving in her car,

how'd get here, huh?

All those tickets.

Stole a car for the gig?

Yeah, Melissa. Henry Graff.

I need you to run a
plate for me, please.

My stolen car? It
was right here.

Good spot, close
to my apartment.

I came out to go to
Fiesta Farms and... poof.

And you said it sometimes
just sits here for a while?

Yeah. I'm trying to
ride my bike more. Why?

Car thieves, they tend
to case their target

before they move on it.

It's likely he works
or lives in the area.

Hey, we'll be in touch.
Let me give you my card.

Thanks.

Feel like a walk?

There's three veterinarian
clinics in the neighbourhood.

If he lives in the area,
the drugs are likely

from one of those clinics.

The car's just here

and I wore my tight shoes today.

You'll survive.

Ugh...

We'll take Kit Kat
in two minutes.

Just have a seat.

Afternoon.

Hey.

I'd like to buy
some acepromazine.

- Excuse me?
- Yeah, it's for a large animal,

about 137 pounds,

but we need it in both
pill and liquid form.

Okay, that's a
prescription medication,

and I need to see
the animal first.

Are you clients here?

Okay, let's... start again.

We're gonna need to
check your inventory,

see if any acepromazine
is missing.

It's Vicki, isn't it?

Come on, Vicki. You
can take us out back

and help us count the pills,

or you can just tell
us where they went.

Down on the ground!
Face down! Now! Now!

What the hell's going
on? I didn't do anything.

- On the ground! Now!
- I didn't do anything! Ow!

Out back, clear!

- East side, clear!
- Room secured.

Sean Grierson,

you're under arrest for
the murder of Zoe Vaughn.

Sean, your counsel's on the way,

so you're under no
obligation to talk to us.

You understand that?

We're just gonna lay a
few things out for you.

Now, this

this affidavit from
your friend Vicki

confirms she sold
you acepromazine.

Now, she claims to have
thought you were using it

recreationally, but...
- Yeah, I was.

Honestly, Sean.

That's your best move here.

Yeah. The quantity
found at the scene

of Mrs. Vaughn's murder
matches the stolen inventory

down to the pill.

Your DNA is at the lab,

so unless you were walking
around in a Hazmat suit,

we're going to find traces
in Mrs. Vaughn's car

and on her body as well.

And the SIM for your
phone is with the techs,

so that'll tell us
your whereabouts

on the day of the
killing. And finally

we found $150,000 in
cash in your apartment.

Do you know what we call it

when the evidence is
this conclusive, Sean?

Neither do I, because as
long as I've been doing this,

I've never seen it.

We're gonna have to
come up with a new word.

Stuperdependence.

I'll keep thinking.

The only blank spot
left, Sean, is who.

Who hired you?

We don't need it
to put you away.

God, no.

But we are curious people, Sean.

So if you do feel like
talking about that,

it is the one card you
have left on Earth.

Contract kill. Straight up.

Sean never met the client,
no names were exchanged.

He took a call, did the job.

Fifty thousand down, and
another hundred thousand

when the job was done.
The money was dead-dropped

in non-sequential bills.
Nothing in the system.

Is this guy a first-timer

or are we gonna find
a trail of bodies?

Seems to be a general
thug-for-hire.

Coercion, intimidation.

But it's our sense
it's his only kill.

We're sharing with
Homicide to be sure.

And the guy who hired
him, nothing to work with?

- Detective Bateman?
- Oh, lots.

Male, adult, in a hurry.

So, if it's all arm's length,

how does one get Sean's
number in the first place?

Word of mouth.

He says the people
who know, know.

Word of mouth, isn't that nice?

Guess who?

It's Clayton. Our
mystery diner man.

Turns out he's a
private investigator.

I went back to the dinner today,

and the waitress there
gave me your card.

Only then did I, you know,
start to connect the dots.

This is about the
executive who was murdered.

- Why do you say that?
- Zoe Vaughn.

Well, it's all
over the news. I...

I mean, I...

I was there to meet
a woman named Zoe.

- Did she have a job for you?
- She called me that afternoon,

said she wanted to
have somebody followed.

- You get a name?
- She was gonna give me

the details in person. She
was very cautious that way.

No text, no email.

She didn't want to
leave a digital trail.

I'll tell you, though,
it wasn't the husband.

You seem very sure of that.

Oh, you can sniff out
an infidelity client

straight away.

- Hmm.
- You know, the

the vibe. Shame, anger.

And how would you
describe Zoe's... vibe?

Hmm... assured.

She never showed
up, though, so...

I'm afraid that's
all I can tell you.

What percentage of
your calls are, um

cheating spouses, would you say?

Well, we can't all solve
murders now, can we?

I guess what I'm asking is,

when it's not
infidelity, what is it?

Dirt. Leverage.

Opposition research.

She did say, though, that
it was a prominent citizen.

Thank you for your time.

So, Zoe was sticking her
nose where it wasn't welcome.

Maybe she sniffed something
out, or... got too close.

Close enough she was
killed to keep it buried.

Info from Sean
Grierson's burner phone.

He received one call on
the day Mrs. Vaughn died

and one the day after, both
from the same payphone.

It's a good place to call
in a murder. No cameras.

Well, let's hit the shops.

Bound to be some CCTV somewhere.

Means more walking.
Sure you can handle it?

Oh, I opted for the
crepe soles today.

Had a hunch.

Between the traffic
cams and the CCTV,

we've identified 19 vehicles
that were in the proximity

of the payphone at the time
the calls were made to Sean.

- Anyone pop?
- Not in our system.

No priors, no
outstanding warrants.

We're searching names
for any connection

to Mrs. Vaughn. An ex, a
family member, anything.

Or... the competition.

A corner store down on Dundas.

Yeah, I go there all the time.
There's a hot dog stand I like.

Street food, huh?

- You're surprised?
- You're a wealthy man.

You're the owner of the largest

commercial bakery
in the country.

Which I built from
the ground up.

I remember where I
come from, Detective.

And I am certainly not above
a good hot dog. Please.

Can I ask what this is about?

We're investigating the
murder of Zoe Vaughn.

Yes, I heard about it. Awful.

Did you know Mrs. Vaughn?

Just by reputation.

And what was that exactly?

Oh... How to put this...

They're not an
especially friendly crew

over there at Betts.
- How's that?

Well, I do a healthy business,
but I'm just a wholesaler.

These guys, they're
the Death star.

Wholesale, retail, distribution.

And their approach to
independent operators like me

is to crush or devour.

And yet here you
are, still standing.

You must be doing
something right.

I make good bread.

I'm, you know,
stubborn about it.

Most commercial bakers,

they scrimp on
their ingredients,

but I use the good stuff.

Do you often get down
onto the bakery floor?

Not as often as I'd like.

But that's an old
story, isn't it?

Never make your
passion your job.

Yeah, the higher you climb,

the farther you get
from what you love.

I'm sorry, I'm still trying

to understand how
I can help you.

Well, the payphone
at the corner store

was used to call
Zoe Vaughn's killer.

Two calls were made,
and you happened

to be there both times.

Now, we learn that
Zoe's your rival...

I didn't describe her
that way, Detective.

That's your word.

Okay.

Look, Best Betts is a bully,

but they've got one
move, they're big.

How do you beat big? Brains.

Brains and a soul.

A good product for a
good price. Your words.

Very good.

So, is there anything else I
can do for you, Detectives?

Yeah, what's your
favourite hot dog topping?

Are you a sauerkraut,
onions guy,

or do you prefer
that ketchup stuff?

How does that matter?

Well, one of your visits to
the corner store was at 9 AM,

so I'm just wondering
what a gourmand like you

would put on an all-beef
jumbo hot dog for breakfast.

Bakers' hours, Detective.

I'm up at 4.9 AM
is lunch for me.

Well, thank you for your time,
Mr. Hill. Have a nice day.

- My pleasure. You too.
- Most appreciated.

Mr. Bread likes to win.

But he hates to lose even more.

Zoe Vaughn was a shark.

Her track record as COO was
one takeover after another.

You think she had her
sights set on Hill Breads?

It's the best Betts playbook.

Gobble up the little guy.

But Douglas is
too proud to sell.

See, now that's the funky part.

If someone makes a bully
offer on your house,

you don't kill them,
you just say no.

Unless Zoe found some leverage.

Something in Douglas's life,
something to force his hand.

The PI said she
was investigating

a prominent citizen.
- So Dougie had her killed

before she could expose him.

Okay. What's his dark secret?

Find that, and maybe
you're on to something.

Did Zoe mention any
competition at work?

Any people from rival companies?

No, she barely brought
that stuff home.

What's that?

Uh, pricing charts.
Best Betts inventory.

Goes back for years.

Did your wife like photography?

Not particularly.

She would take pictures
with the camera

on her phone sometimes. Why?

There's a receipt
for a new DSLR.

Phones get hacked,
cameras don't.

Where is your wife's camera?

Do you know where she keeps it?
- I'm not sure.

- Do you know who killed my mom?
- Mackenzie.

We have a lot of people
working very hard

to find that out.
I promise you that.

Her camera is in the foyer.

She didn't use it much.

She'd take it sometimes
on her way to work.

And yet you noticed. Why?

'Cause it meant she
was gonna be out late.

Does that mean anything to you?

I have no idea.

Just give us a moment
if you could, thank you.

Same column, different number.

Wow. Hello, Mr. Douglas Hill.

What on earth are you doing?

I don't know what,
but I do know where.

That's down on Lakeshore.

Painted over dozens of
times, by the look of it.

We're gonna need every layer,
as far back as it goes.

Picasso's Blue Room,
do you know it?

No.

Before he was
famous, he was broke,

so he reused his canvases,

painted one masterpiece
over another.

Can you imagine?

If not for reflectography,
we'd never know.

I'm not hoping
for a masterpiece.

I just want the work
to make me think.

Six dash two twenty-one...
Eight dash four nine...

Nine dash five one four...

Six dash two twenty-one...

Eight dash four nine...

Seven dash three six...

Nine dash five one four...

They're price fixing. Hill
Breads and Best Betts,

the so-called rivals?
They're colluding.

Hill Breads and Best
Betts are in cahoots.

They're gouging their customers.

If one of them jacks up
their price too fast,

they lose market
share to the other,

so they moved in lockstep.
- A secret agreement.

No contact, no phone
calls, no emails,

nothing for the
Competition Bureau to find.

Paint on a wall.

Six cents per loaf
on February 21st.

Eight cents on April 9th.

It's gone on for years.

Douglas writes it up,

somebody from the
Betts side reads it,

and up the prices go.

If the customer
complains, so what?

It's inflation, what
are you gonna do?

It's the definition of
a criminal conspiracy.

Forensic accountant estimates

so far it's worth
40 million dollars.

It's bread. Can't
we just have bread?

- Afraid not.
- Explain this to me.

If Zoe discovered it, then
her side is guilty too.

It's one division in
the Betts juggernaut.

If this came out,
they could weather it.

But for Douglas, it's
his whole business.

Fines, lawsuits,
jail... It'd ruin him.

And he wasn't gonna
let that happen.

No, ma'am.

Tell me that you have
something linking Douglas

to the hitman other than
he was near a payphone

once or twice.
- I wish we could.

We've been going
through their lives,

we can't find any link.

Well, we're not close on murder.

Press on the collusion.

See what oozes out.

Gleefully.

These hieroglyphics
mean what, exactly?

Oh, this is a multi-million
dollar crime, Ms. Harlock.

And, uh, Mr. Hill is
right at the centre.

Well, I see an overworked
man blowing off steam.

He'll cop to vandalism if you
want to write up the ticket.

Mr. Hill, you take pride in
your work, that's obvious.

You care for your employees.

You're a fighter, but you

you value an honest game.

But an honest game
won't cut it against

a behemoth like Betts.

They squeeze you on pricing,
squeeze you on quality.

I mean, they can
even pull your bread

from their shelves altogether.

Doesn't matter how hard you
work or how much you care,

they win.

It's no wonder you had to
do whatever you needed to do

to flip the script.
- That is not how I do business.

Your prices rose in lockstep
for years. To the penny.

Because we operate
in the same world.

Same market forces,
same supply chain.

Well, it's one explanation.

Didn't really wash
with Zoe Vaughn.

I have never met Zoe Vaughn.

Sean Grierson sure did.

Okay, I'll remind you,
Mr. Hill agreed to speak

about his business
as a courtesy.

That whole fantasy gets
this shut down fast.

No, it's okay, Wanda.
They're just doing their job.

Okay, let's talk about this guy.
You said he charged 150 grand?

You think I have that
kind of cash lying around?

You're a resourceful man.

You want to look at
my books? Be my guest.

Count on it.

The Competition Bureau is gonna
come and live in your books.

Thank you for
coming, Detectives.

Uh, and just so I've
got the takeaway,

your premise is that Mr. Hill
used money he doesn't have

to hire a man he's
never heard of

to kill a woman he's never met

for accusing him of doing
something he didn't do.

Is that about the gist of it?

Trevor Moore?

- Can I help you?
- We sure hope so,

because it's taken nine
people and three departments

to get to you.
- You're the person who enters

the product pricing
into the system, right?

- Uh-huh.
- So you set the numbers,

and then those become
the official prices

in the stores?

Oh, I don't...

I don't set them. No, that's

that's all model led out
by the category managers,

depending on demand elasticity

and how they're positioning
the product in the store...

- Trevor, Trevor, Trevor.
- Yeah?

Please. You're given a number.

- Yes.
- And then you enter the number.

Correct.

And you enter that
number exactly?

- Yes.
- For sure?

Well... Occasionally,
it gets tweaked.

Tweaked, by who? By you?

No. No, God, no.

From above.

Which is, of course,
her prerogative.

Her?

How far above are
we talking, Trevor?

So the thinking is, in
light of everything,

that we should delay
the earnings call.

Nadia?

Sorry.

Where were we?

The earnings call.

The board thinks it's
best if we push it off.

Absolutely not.

A show of stability
is what's needed.

Zoe was gonna handle the MD&A.

- I'll cover it.
- I...

I'll cover it, Robert.

You know what?

I'd like a moment
to breathe, please.

Five minutes, please.

- Ms. Betts.
- Five minutes! Please.

It's just... there are some
detectives here to see you.

Collusion is a serious charge.

Obviously, there's
been a mistake.

Well, we spoke to one of
your product managers.

He said sometimes you
set prices personally.

When you told us you
were big picture,

I wasn't imagining pennies
on a loaf of bread.

My responsibility is to
find gains wherever I can.

The analyst might
tell you one thing,

but your gut says another.

Ah, the human touch.
Like your grandfather.

So if you were to, say,

squeeze an extra
40 million dollars

out of the bakery division,

that'd show them that
you're up to the task.

- What task is that?
- Running a multi-billion-dollar

business that
dropped in your lap.

I didn't inherit this job,
Detective. I was hired.

I answer to the board.
- What luck,

the most qualified person

already has her
name on the sign.

Hmm, saves on stationary.

I've heard that all my life.

I mean, you opt for the
parties and the boats,

and they call you
Marie-Antoinette.

If you enroll at Rotman
and you work your ass off,

you're the legacy kid?

Yeah, you know
what's really hard?

Coming up short at
the cash register

and having to decide
what goes back,

the milk or the diapers.

Everyone's waiting. I
really should get back.

You live in Rosedale, right?

What route do you take to work?

Oh, I leave that
up to my driver.

And if we ask your driver,

would he tell us that
sometimes you prefer to go down

along the lake shore? See
all the sites down there

through all the graffiti?

I'm sorry, Detectives.

I really do have to get back.

Dirty, but how dirty?

Yeah, let's find out.

You understand I can't discuss
internal board matters.

We're just looking for
some general impressions.

How would you describe
Nadia Betts's tenure as CEO?

Obviously, her name still
carries a lot of weight,

her family still owns the
majority of the shares.

Okay, but her. Her performance.

Oh, come on, guys.
Anything of...

Anything of that nature
would be a violation

of about 19 different NDAs.

Well, you might enjoy this then,

because those don't apply to us.

So, you can go ahead and unload.

Let's just say there is an
appetite to go another way.

Modernize our image.
- Remove her.

Friendly neighbourhood
billionaire is a tough sell

right now. The protests,
the tone-deaf commercials.

There are those on the board
who believe she's a liability.

The company is doing well.

In this climate,
how could we not?

It's in spite of her.

We need talent in the
big chair, not legacy.

And that talent,

no doubt the board's
got somebody in mind.

We did.

Zoe Vaughn.

Are you out of your mind? I
told you never to contact!

The police are all over me.

And if they had anything,
they'd move on it.

They're close on the numbers.

They're not. It's too complex,

too much plausible deniability.

No, we just need to keep
our cool and ride it out.

This whole thing was a mistake.

Zoe was coming after us, Doug.

We had no choice.

I thought that you said
that Douglas was our guy.

Well, Nadia Betts
may have been on it.

You know, at the very least,

she was his accomplice in
the price-fixing scheme.

Wonderful. Hand them both
over to the regulators

and find me a murderer.

- We're circling it.
- Mm-hmm...

Well, I'm getting
dizzy, and late.

Pin someone down, Detectives,

with something other than math.

Hi, honey. Yeah. I'm on my way.

If we could just link Douglas

to the hitman, Sean
Grierson, we'd have him.

We looked. No luck.

Well, there are new
pieces on the board now.

Sean has a cousin in the system.

He served eight
months for assault

as a CAF corporal in Petawawa.

A military man.

Ah, look who else was
stationed in Petawawa.

Hey, Brandon.

If someone were to come to you

looking for some
muscle-for-hire,

think you could provide a name?

I don't know what
you're talking about.

Well, you should concentrate,
'cause what we're talking about

is conspiracy to commit murder.

Murder? What...? No.

No to which part, Brandon?

Hey, what does that
silence sound like to you?

That sounds like
accessory after the fact.

Yeah, keep not talking, Brandon.

We'll pile on some more.

Look, Ms. Betts said there was
a guy harassing her daughter.

She needed someone to rough
him up, scare him off,

so I made some calls.

And an old buddy from the
base came through, eh?

Said he had a cousin who could
handle this kind of thing.

I never met the guy, I just
passed along his number.

Oh, word of mouth.
Would you look at that?

- Who is he?
- Some guy named Sean.

I-I swear, no one said
anything about killing anyone.

- Go get his number.
- Now.

Nadia provided the killer,
Douglas took it from there.

Let's get them both.

Detective Henry Graff for
Crown Attorney Forrester.

Shouldn't be much longer.

What is this?

Please.

Where is the Crown Attorney?

Mr. Forrester will
be here shortly.

I don't suppose
introductions are necessary.

We didn't agree to a summit.

He's got something
you'll want to hear,

and it's best if you
hear it together.

Welcome, everyone.
I'll get right to it.

In the matter of the
alleged price-fixing scheme

between your companies, well,
the case is a slam dunk.

But it'll take months
of accounting to prove.

So for all parties involved,
we'd like to shortcut that.

I have here an offer of immunity
in exchange for... cooperation.

But here's the thing.

You have to accept this
deal here in the room,

and only one of you can take it.

Are you serious?

Forrester, this is beneath you.

Well, you can't
both cooperate, so

who's going to jail today?

We're not going to
agree to take anything

under these terms,
and you know it.

I'll take it.

Let's be cautious here, Nadia.

We take these accusations
very seriously.

If there was wrongdoing
on Mrs. Vaughn's watch,

we are as eager to get to
the bottom of it as you are.

Done.

Although it doesn't surprise me.

Ms. Betts here is in a
position to negotiate,

hobnobbing with the
Beau Monde of society,

while the rest of us just
scuffle about in the dirt.

Payphones. Underpasses. Cash.

Right. Enough.
Douglas, let's go.

Oh, before you do, Ms.
Hill, ask yourself this:

Zoe Vaughn had all the evidence
she needed to prove the scheme,

to prove your involvement.
You saw the photo.

But she sat on it. Why?

Because she wasn't
gunning for you.

She never intended
for this to go public.

She was gunning for Ms. Betts.

Enough.

If this immunity deal is
real, let's get on with it.

Oh, it's real.

You were just caught in
the crossfire, Mr. Hill.

A beleaguered CEO versus her
hard-charging lieutenant.

If Zoe could show the board
that Ms. Betts was price-fixing,

that'd be the knockout punch.

She just needed one last piece.

Proof that Ms. Betts was
receiving your signals.

She hired a PI to follow
a prominent citizen,

and we thought that was you.
But no, it was Nadia Betts.

Yeah, she knew Zoe was onto her,

so she told you that she
was a threat to you both.

Don't say anything.

Rein in your guys,
Mr. Forrester.

Oh, your client
is free to leave.

I'm sure we can
continue without her.

Hold your nerve, Douglas.

They're just trying
to manipulate you.

She gave you motive.
She gave you a killer.

And then she gave you
the money to pay for it.

Isn't that right?

150,000 in cash.

Not easy for a
wholesaler like you,

but a retailer with
64 billion in revenue?

Piece of cake.
- The price-fixing investigation

will get us your phone
and car GPS, Mr. Hill.

Which will put you at
the dead-drop location

where you paid Sean.
- You're going down for murder.

Zoe's gonna wear the
price-fixing. And Nadia

she's just gonna walk away.

You were just a man in an apron

trying to sell good
bread to hungry people

at a fair price.

Until Nadia Betts
came into your life.

And now you're just
stealing pennies

from families desperate
to make ends meet.

What does it feel like, Douglas?

Reaching into the
pockets of people

just trying to feed their kids?

Nadia Betts, she used you.

She turned you into the
very thing that you despise.

And for what?

Was forty million dollars
worth your integrity?

Was is worth the life
of a vibrant young woman

with a loving family?

Douglas. Be smart.

Your grandpa, he was real.

He built something.

He contributed to
the world. But you...

You're nothing.

It was her idea. Her
killer, her money.

Not a word until I...

- Nadia Betts, Douglas Hill...
- Wait!

You're under arrest for
the murder of Zoe Vaughn.

Andrew, do something!

- We'll figure this out.
- They can't prove any of it!

Douglas, you're
gonna regret this!

- Be quiet!
- Wanda!

You good, partner?

Food with a smile.
Bread with a soul.

Then can both go to hell.