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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.

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.

Difuze