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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 rigour.
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 modelled 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 lakeshore?
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.

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