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These are their stories.

[upbeat music]

Gold Rush. 1930s.
You know who got rich?

- The guys who found gold?
- Sure.

But it was also the guys who
sold them the picks and shovels.

I'm doing both, Arlene.

Big talk, Daniel.

You got a minute?
I need a word.

Later. We're about to dock.

[distant laughter]

[♪]

First off, I want to thank
my partner, Nick,

my assistant, Ravi,
and my beautiful wife, Sophie,

for putting this afternoon
together.

You know, Sophie walked
into my life eight months ago,

and I am here to tell all of you

that Lennon and McCartney
were absolutely right.

All you need is love.

[crowd laughs]
Okay, fine, love

and a few million dollars,
am I right?

[laughing]
And on that note,

I want to thank all of you.
My VIP clients.

I know it's a turbulent time
in the market,

but I am here to assure you

that not only
is your money safe with me,

it's growing exponentially.

So keep the faith.
Let's raise a glass.

Cheers. To success.
And to BigaPlex.

[cheering]

Come on. You want out now?
Right before you get rich?

Depends, Nick.
How rich am I going to get?

How rich do you want, Arlene?
Want a champagne fountain?

Private island in Muskoka?
Little four-seater Cessna

to get you there in style?
- That's just well off.

I came to you and your partner
for real money.

Come on, Nick.
The market is tanking,

everyone's running, and my
clients are extremely concerned.

I haven't seen a statement
in months,

and I can't get a straight
answer out of Daniel.

Ravi. You're Daniel's assistant,
you know him better than anyone.

How are you feeling?
- I... I have complete

faith in Daniel.
- See?

Ravi is feeling perfectly fine.

Daniel is on it. All right?
The man is a genius.

And he's got nerves of steel,
so I suggest you find yours.

[grunts]
- Dude,

I called you six times
this week.

Fair. I should have
called you back.

What am I doing in crypto, man?

It's probably
not even real money!

Hell yeah, it's real.

And it's getting realer
every day.

I'm making some
bold moves, my friend.

What's that supposed to mean?

Just that when it comes
to making money?

Better to ask for forgiveness
than for permission.

I know it's just a drop
in the bucket, Johnny.

But it's one hell of a bucket.

I just need a little
more time.

[light piano music playing]

[indistinct chatter]

Hey, Sophie.
Where the hell is Daniel?

There is only so much
charm one man can exude.

[sighs]

Hey. You okay?

It's fine.
I just need a minute.

Good, cause you gotta get
back out there, my man,

do your thing.

Did you forget
to take your meds?

Okay, let's get you sorted.

Sophie. What is happening?

Get back to your party
and give us a minute.

Could you cover for me?

I just need to lie down
for a bit.

Get everybody back on the boat.
[sighs]

I'll be fine as soon
as we get home.

Good as new.

Okay.

Soph?

I love you.

I know. I love you too.

[upbeat music playing]

[breathing heavily]

[clattering]

Soph?

Hello?

[ominous music]

[upbeat music intensifies]

[♪]

[eerie music]

[theme music]

[indistinct radio chatter]

[distant sirens wailing]

[indistinct chatter]

Detective Graff,
Detective Bateman,

the wife is standing by
to talk to you.

Wife was the last
person to see him?

She says she left him here
around 8 PM,

went back to round up the other
guests to sail home.

Hiding from his own party?
That's my kind of guy.

She says he was feeling sick.

Ulcer?

Wife gave him a couple
of pills, he took 'em,

said he wanted to lie down
for a bit.

She didn't notice he was gone
till they docked.

- Any sign of a body?
- Still looking.

They're focused on the west
side, I don't know why.

Sunnyside, Marie Curtis Beach.

It's obvious.
It's Lake Ontario.

The currents move
counterclockwise,

it's the Coriolis Effect.
- Right. Obvious.

Hey. Forensics is on standby,
but we didn't do a deep dive.

Holness's orders,

we were waiting for
the Better Suit Squad.

Well, we're here.

[boat engine revving]

The hull got pretty beat up.

Must have been bashed around
in the storm last night.

There was a storm last night?

Yeah, I watched it come in,
4 AM.

Classic popcorn convection.

Yeah, single cell, didn't last.
Heavy winds, though.

Well, it's all a bit
of a not-there.

Apart from the cell phone.

There's no signs of a struggle,
no scratch marks

on the railing,
no scuff marks on the deck.

The guy wasn't dragged,
nor was he fighting back.

So maybe he jumped.

Would you jump from here?

Sure. You?

Hell no, but I'm
a terrible swimmer.

Daniel's been around boats
his whole life.

He'll turn up.

Mrs. Siddiqui,
we live in hope.

In the meantime,
can you tell us

if Daniel had anything else
to eat or drink last night

besides the pills?
- No.

He never eats
when he's nervous.

He had a bunch
of champagne, though.

He loves it,
drinks it like water.

[siren wailing]
And yes, okay,

that's probably why
his ulcer was bugging him.

It's a day planner.

It's pretty analog
for a tech guy.

Yeah, he's old-school
about his private information.

"If it's not on a computer,
it can't be hacked."

That's fair enough.
Graff here still uses

a Filofax from 2010.

What about the boat?
Do you own it?

No. But Daniel does. Why?

Well, private yacht,
champagne on tap,

I guess business is booming.

Okay, if you've got questions
about BigaPlex,

you're going to have
to talk to Nick.

Daniel's partner.

Guys, I really can't,
not right now.

Our clients are freaking out,

I guess they've heard about--

Take two.

Graff and Bateman,
we're with the TPD.

And you're BigaPlex.
A crypto currency

investment fund, correct?
- Yes.

How long have you been
in business?

About a year ago,
we have about 180 clients.

And how much money's
in the company?

Uh, about 250, 300 million?

The lobby directory says

you guys have the entire floor.

But I'm only seeing a few desks.

Um, our analysts
and consultants work, but--

Sir, you can't go back there.
- Ravi,

try calling Sophie again.
And I need Daniel's laptop. Now.

We have Daniel's laptop
at the station.

[eerie music]

We're going through it now.

Perhaps you could
save us the trouble.

I can assure you,
there's no trouble.

I'm very grateful you're here.

You're welcome to look through
anything you want.

13th Century.
Chinggis Khan, Mongolia,

he's fighting the Naimans,
right? Totally outnumbered.

So he orders his soldiers
to light five campfires each.

The enemy's fooled.
They think they're facing

and army five times bigger
than it actually is.

So they hightail it.

And it's all just theatre.

He doesn't think you have
other employees.

He thinks you're trying
to look bigger than you are.

- Uh-huh.
- Well, he's right.

No one's going to trust three
guys and a couple of desks.

We gotta look like
we're expanding.

So you're a grower,
not a show-er.

Either way, you're dealing
with major players

and 300 million dollars?

So, help me, like...
where's the money kept?

That's an excellent question.

According to our banker,
the BigaPlex account

is... currently empty.

[ominous music]

There should be a key code
for Daniel's private account.

He likes to play it
a little fast and loose,

but he's not a thief.

What do you mean
by fast and loose?

Well, he'll occasionally
invest clients' money

into riskier funds.
To increase profits, obviously.

Carpe opportunitatem,
that's what he calls it.

Seize the opportunity.

Are you saying he's doing it
without their knowledge?

Oh, please, they've all
signed agreements.

No, please, let me guess,
they're 80 pages long

and nobody reads them.

Hey, when did you meet Daniel?

A couple of years ago.
I was hosting a party,

we got to talking.
Super smart guy,

I liked the way he thought.
- 12-45.

13-09. That's no phone number,

no an address.
Maybe this is the key code

to Daniel's private account?

[scoffs]
- No, that's way too short.

[Ravi]: I've got Arlene Cox
on line two.

She sounds upset.

Excuse me.

Graff.

Cicada Air.

They run chartered flights
out of the island airport.

I'm starting to think
that Daniel Siddiqui

jumped off that boat and swam
to a private plane,

with 300 million dollars
of his clients' money.

I agree with Bateman.
Dollars to donuts,

Daniel Siddiqui got
on a private jet,

flew to Mexico and is having
plastic surgery as we speak.

And, oh, is his wife
ever going to be pissed.

Unless, of course,
she's joining up with him later,

when the smoke clears.

Okay, but why pull that
kind of stunt at a party?

Right? We've got 50 potential
witnesses,

any which one of them
could have seen him

go over the side. No, no, no.

If you're going to fake
your own death,

you do it on
a business trip to Thailand,

or you go out
on a sunrise paddleboard

and never come back.
- Graff.

If you're still thinking murder,
then find me a body.

Island Control just said no
private planes left last night.

They were two Thursday, but none
last night or this morning.

Inspector Holness, they still
searching the west side?

Yeah, something about
the currents.

Well, it's the Coriolis
Effect. Obviously.

The flash storm at 4 AM, no,
it came in from the south.

It's possible the gyre
could've shifted clockwise

for an hour or so,
then switched back.

Yeah, let's go east.
Search the Bluffs,

Cherry Beach, Woodbine.

I take it you want me
to call it in.

I do.

Ma'am.

12-45, 13-09.

There's no way they're knots
or nautical miles?

No, it's the wrong format.

I take it you were never
a Boy Scout.

I'm not a big joiner
of organized cheer.

Maybe it's military time.

What was Daniel doing
yesterday before the party?

[distant buzzer ringing]

Well...

At 12:45? Apparently not much.

Screw it.
Let's follow the money.

[indistinct background chatter]

Where's my money, Nick?

I just need a little
more time. All right?

Without Daniel,
I'm at a bit of a loss.

I don't care about Daniel.

I care about
the 20 million dollars

of Volkov money
that I put into your fund.

And I will find it.

All right? He must have
just moved it into

a private account,
I just need to find the key.

If you don't have the key,
talk to Ravi.

He knows everything.
Or the wife.

She sure as hell has it.
- I wouldn't know!

All right?

She's not answering my calls.

Well then, call harder.

I'm serious.

If I don't get my money back,
with sufficient interest?

I will burn
you to the ground.

Daniel's been siphoning
all the client money

into his own private vault.

Let me guess, we need
a key to access it.

Yep. 64 letters and numbers,
randomly generated,

virtually impossible
to memorize.

It's typically stored on a USB
or an external hard drive.

Unless you're Daniel.
Judging by his day planner,

I bet he wrote it
down somewhere.

It's harder to hack, right?

And if he died with the key?

Money's gone forever.

Hundreds of clients,
wiped out.

Savings gone, lives ruined.

[phone ringing]
Man, this jackass

better be drinking a Mai Tai
in Panama right now.

'Cause if he's not already dead,

somebody's definitely
going to kill him.

Yeah.

Okay. We'll be right there.

[ominous music]

I got a call
to search the beach.

At first I thought it was just,
I don't know,

floating garbage.

I'm sorry,
that sounded really rude.

Well, I don't see
any Mai Tais.

Agreed.

Only I see is a dead body

and 300 million dollars
floating in the wind.

Daniel Siddiqui had enough
pentobarbital in his body

to kill a horse.

So he was poisoned?

Technically, he drowned.
I mean,

he would have died anyway,
but he was alive

when he went into the water.

We can tell from his lungs,
bulky, saturated,

he aspirated water
into his lungs

in an effort to breathe.

We call it "wet drowning."

A little redundant, no?

Either way,
he was drugged first.

Guy also had one of the worst
gastric ulcers

I've ever laid eyes on,

it's amazing he wasn't leaking
through his shirt.

Might be why he was hurting
that night.

Pento's usually painless,
but with an ulcer like that?

Not a good combination.

Could the pentobarbital
have been in his ulcer meds?

No, the meds were clean.

Someone must've put it
in one of his many glasses

of champagne,
guy slurped it right down.

No head trauma?
Injuries from a struggle?

No, but he did have
two rib fractures.

From what,
banging around in Lake Ontario?

I heard there was
a hell of a storm.

No, these were probably
four weeks old.

Already healing.
Might be nothing.

A not-there, as you'd call it.

Come on, Da Silva.
A not-there's never nothing.

Daniel Siddiqui was poisoned

either on the boat
or at the party.

Somewhere last night,
he drank a glass of champagne

laced with pentobarbital,
felt like garbage,

and went over
the side of his boat.

Did he fall off?
Was he pushed?

- We don't know yet.
- Well, we need to figure

it out because turns out,
I know at least

six people with money
in Bigaplex.

Including my half-brother,
Junior.

Dumb-ass put his entire
life savings into that fund.

Daniel Siddiqui siphoned
300 million dollars

out of his company.
Wasn't returning phone calls,

wasn't answering questions.

The money's gone, so he either
lost it or he stole it.

And someone figured it out.
They got hot,

they got angry,
they wanted revenge.

No. Whoever did this
isn't coming in hot.

Pentobarbital? It's pretty much
the cleanest way to die.

Doctors use it
for assisted death.

It's painless, bloodless,
it's premeditated.

It's the opposite of hot.
It's cool.

Pento is also very hard to get.

Whoever did this was planning
it well in advance.

Then allow me
to state the obvious.

The wife. Sophie Siddiqui.

She had access, she had means,
she had motive.

Daniel's house alone is probably
worth eight million.

The woman's a knockout,
she used to be an actress,

she's had four
last names already,

there's no way she went after
this nerd without a plan.

[soft ominous music]

[gasping softly]

Come on...

911, what's your emergency?

Yes, I think...

Ma'am, are you there?

Ma'am? What's your
emergency, ma'am?

Yes, I'm sorry.
Everything's fine.

Must have been my kid.
Teenagers, you know?

Look, I don't know Sophie
very well.

Okay, she's been in the picture
maybe eight months.

- How did Daniel meet her?
- You know, the normal way.

Bumble, Hinge, one of those.

Normal.

Was Sophie involved
in the business in any way?

Giving directives,
cashing checks?

Did she have her own money
invested in the company?

Ma, don't, don't, don't.

Please, please!
- Do not tell me how to feel,

Ravi! I am sorry
about your boss,

I really am,
but I'm more sorry for you!

And me!

Mrs. Singh. How much money do
you have invested in BigaPlex?

Everything I had. Everything!

[sniffling]
I love my son.

But I don't know what he does,
or what he did!

Ma, please, stop talking,
all right?

I was trying to do right by us.

[muttering]
Mom!

Trying to do right by, what,
getting revenge on your boss?

I mean, look, if my boss
lost my family's entire savings,

I'd be pretty upset.
- No!

Daniel was a genius
with this stuff.

He wouldn't screw me over.

We just had to be patient.

What about that day
on the boat?

You saw nothing.
Nothing of interest.

I mean, a few clients
were stressed out, but...

Daniel was playing it cool.
As long as Sophie

was pouring the champagne,
he was just gonna ride it out.

I'm telling you.
Everyone loved Daniel,

no one would have hurt him.

And yet, he was murdered.

Ma'am, the pathologist
tells us

that Daniel had two broken ribs.

Injury happened
about a month ago.

Do you remember
anything about that?

Yeah, um, we were up north
in Muskoka,

he took the day to go cycling.
He hit gravel, he fell.

And were you with him
at the time?

No. When he got home,

I tried to take him
to the hospital,

but he said he was fine,
said, um...

they'd heal on their own.

Thank you,
that's very helpful.

Would you mind if I take
a look around for a bit?

It's a beautiful house,
by the way.

Stunning.

That's a Jean-Pierre
Lafrance, right?

Yeah. I think so, why?

Well, if it is a Lafrance,
the gallery would have

installed it themselves.
But it's...

it's upside-down.

May I?

[Graff sighs]
I imagine you're, uh...

You're gonna stay on here, right?

I understand you're the sole
beneficiary of Daniel's estate.

Sole beneficiary of what, exactly?

Daniel owes millions
of dollars to his clients.

Everything he has...

We have...

will be sold to pay them off.

This house, the cottage,
the boat, both cars.

Probably that stupid painting.

And that's fine,
that's how it should be, but...

that's all we have, so...

I take it you don't
receive support

from your first husband anymore?

Excuse me?

You are on your fourth
last name.

Is that a question?

Yes, I suppose it is.

I started out as Sophie Evans.

Dad's last name,
he was an asshole.

So I took my mom's maiden name,

but I was trying to be an actor

and there were four
Sophie Greens already.

Then I got married
to my first husband,

became Sophie Schitzman,

not a name I'd wish for anyone.

Then I met Daniel.

And Sophie Siddiqui seemed good.

It seemed really,
really good to me.

[crying]

What happened
with your first husband?

I cheated on him.

I was working bottle service
for private parties.

The promoter was exciting,
my husband was a jerk...

Have you never made a mistake,

have you never just
lost your mind?

[tense music]

Sophie
Evans-Green-Schitzman-Siddiqui

is definitely hiding something.
- Agreed.

That house had been tossed.

Or she'd torn it apart
looking for something.

And that Sharps container
you found,

all those needles inside?
Most efficient way

to get pentobarbital
out of a vial and into a drink.

Okay. But it's also a way
to get fertility hormones

out of a vial
and into your system.

Not everybody's as lucky as me,
getting pregnant

on the second date.
- Well, that's true.

See how well that turned out?
- Are you joking?

I don't know,
the dad was a bust,

but you got a great
kid out of it.

Yeah, okay. Uh, so,
nursery in progress...

Prenatal vitamins
in the kitchen...

Let's say Sophie Siddiqui
is pregnant.

And if she's not,
she sure wants to be.

Mark, where we at
with Daniel's phone?

I'm in, I'm just moving
some stuff around.

Okay.
[cell phone ringing]

- All right.
- No Caller ID.

I can triangulate the number,
I just need a minute.

Hello?
[man]: Yeah, hey, Tyler here,

from Filmores.

Your card's been declined.

We're not gonna
hold your room any longer.

Guy called a couple
of days ago, Daniel Siddiqui,

booked a specific room
for today.

Said he needed it by noon, latest.

But when I ran his credit card
through this morning,

it came up declined. And now
it's almost five o'clock,

and no one's shown up yet.

It happens. When people die.

Did he say anything else?

Why he wanted
this specific room,

or was he meeting anyone?

I didn't ask.

But he did tell me to give
the key to a Maria

when she showed up.
- Maria who?

Didn't give a last name.

12-45, 13-09.

Excuse me?

12:45 appointment.

I'm guessing you had
Mr. Siddiqui

booked into Room 1309.

Now, Daniel could have bought
out a whole floor at the Ritz.

What's he doing in a dump
like this?

No offense, Tyler.

None taken.

He was meeting a woman
in the middle of the day,

he probably didn't
want to be recognized.

If Sophie knew about this,
it certainly gives her motive.

Sure does.

Wow. Daniel Siddiqui.

Not much of a newlywed.

And I guess I thought that...

Ugh, I don't know
what I thought.

That's so sweet. You thought
Daniel and Sophie were in love.

Don't say it.

I'm going to say it.

Cops don't get to be romantics.

And you of all people
should know that.

Ravi, I'm not talking
to any clients

until I've spoken
with my lawyer.

[ominous music]

[Ravi]: Sophie, you still there?

Can I help you?

423 Cliffside?

[sighs]
- That's next door,

to your left.
- Oh. Sorry.

[Ravi]: Sophie, everything okay?

Yeah, yeah. Everything's fine.
[tires screeching]

No, just tell the lawyer
I'll be there in 20.

[gasping, coughing]

[Ravi]: Sophie? Sophie!

[sinister music]

Traumatic brain injury,
fractured collarbone.

She's still pretty drugged up.

And we were right.
Sophie is eight weeks pregnant.

- How's the baby?
- Oh, that'll depend

on what happens to Sophie.

Okay. Any leads on the car?

We're checking tire tracks
and paint chips.

All we know for now
is that it was a blue car

and it's going to be damaged.
[Graff]: It's all so messy.

It was a hit-and-run.
You want it to be neat?

Just saying.
This whole attack on the widow,

it's nothing like
Daniel's murder.

The pentobarbital was bloodless,
clean, neat.

This is... is reckless,
angry. Stupid.

Maybe our killer's plan
is starting to unravel.

He's... He's losing the thread,
he's getting messy.

Or maybe we have
two different killers.

Okay, but Sophie's not dead.

Well, maybe the driver
didn't intend to kill Sophie.

Maybe he wanted something
from her,

or wanted to scare her,
intimidate her.

All these maybes, and why
do you keep saying "he"?

This could be
your mystery lady, Motel Maria,

The Other Woman
trying to knock off the wife,

get closer to Daniel's money.

Hang on, Bateman.

Who else goes
for intimidation?

Organized crime.

Wouldn't be the first time
they sent a violent message.

Like two cracked ribs.

Da Silva dated Daniel's
rib injury

to the week of June 14th.

Now, he was up at his cottage
in Muskoka the entire time.

Except his agenda says
that he came back to the city

to have lunch
with his most valuable client,

Arlene Cox.

Ms. Cox, how much did you have
invested in BigaPlex?

Hmm. Not big on foreplay, huh?

[cell phone ringing]

[speaking Mandarin]

That was one of my
Taiwanese clients.

He has 200 thousand
invested in BigaPlex.

It's money, yeah.

Probably about
your salary's worth. Maybe more.

But... I'm sorry,
it's not exactly big money.

Agreed.
You're not going to some guy's

Tilley hat boat party
for 200 thousand.

Oh. Zoloto Drakona.

I think this particular bottle
came with a flask

made from a vintage radiator.

[ominous music]

The rich. Am I right?

[gasps]

Oh... The rumours are true.

It's actually bullet-proof.

You know...
[clears throat]

Last I heard,

each one of these was worth
over a million dollars.

- Your point?
- My point is you've got

way more skin in this game.

My point is that you're not
just working

for some nice
Taiwanese millionaire,

no, you're playing
in big leagues.

You've gotta be working
for the Russians.

And probably the Volkovs.

'Cause they're the only ones
rich and stupid enough

to hand those things out
as party favours.

Then you know what
I'm dealing with.

Do you know how bad
this is for me right now?

That money has to be somewhere,
and Nick has no idea,

so it has to be with the wife.
- So you run her over

with your car?
- What?

No, no, she wouldn't do that.

If she wanted something
out of Daniel's wife,

she'd booked a lunch meeting
and show up with an enforcer.

And you'd... you'd probably
have broken two of her ribs.

I did have a lunch meeting
set with Daniel last month.

And Volkov sent along
one of his guys.

But I was uncomfortable,
so I left.

But I did hear that there
was some... unpleasantness.

But I'm telling you,
as intense as Volkov is,

he's all strategy.

So you're saying
that these thugs

aren't going to get rid
of their golden goose,

or his wife,

unless they know
where their money's at.

I'm saying, you need to look
at the smaller fish.

The ones who can't afford
to be strategic.

Yeah, sure. I was pissed.

I gave Daniel half my salary
to invest,

and the man wasn't returning
my calls.

So, the day he died,
did you threaten him?

I laid hands on him.
I was angry.

Then he gave me
50 thousand in cash,

said it was just
a drop in the bucket.

Mr. James, did you get a sense

that Daniel Siddiqui
was doing something

illegal with your money?

Not illegal.
Maybe a little risky.

Hey, I barely understood
the man in the first place,

and then he starts
Latin.

Like, Latin, literally?

I-I don't know, man,
maybe Italian.

I'm not a linguist, it was...

Carpe something. Option.
Uh, seize the...

Carpe Opportunitatem.

Seize the opportunity.

Daniel's words to live by.

Or die by.

These just came in
from Chapelton University.

All four years
Daniel was a student there.

Now, not sure
what we're looking for,

but there are a lot
of bad hairdos.

Founding principles,
life mottos.

They often form
when we're young.

Carpe diem, semper fi,
in vino veritas.

The young people
love the Latin,

it makes them feel smart.

Right. So it's not Daniel's
get rich quick scheme,

it's "Carpe Opportunitatem."

Exactly. Better branding, right?

You know who else loves Latin?

Fraternities.

Okay, so Daniel adopted
the motto from his fraternity.

What else are we looking for?

Wow. Pizza-Palooza Brew Bash.

That is joining at its...
worst.

And that is Daniel and Nick.

They've been pals
since university.

- Mmm...
- Only, he wasn't

Nick Millwood back then.

He was Mikolaj Milanowski.

Okay, so why would Mikolaj

lie to us about how and when
he met Daniel?

Nick Millwood. New name,
but a very old rap sheet.

We have assault. Fraud. Fraud.
Fraud again.

Looks like Mikolaj Milanowski
was a career con man

starting all the way back
in university.

We just got an email
from Guelph Regional Police.

Turns out Nick's arrest in 2004

involved an identity theft ring
he was running out of his dorm.

He served 45 days,
had to leave school.

That's the same year
that he and Daniel

were photographed all
buddy-buddy at that frat party.

Exactly. Daniel had to have
known Nick was crooked.

Of course he did.
That's why we're here.

So, Nick moves on,
changes his name,

scrubs his history clean.
But he knows,

we all know,
that it's never really clean.

So, he approaches
his old pal Daniel

with his Bigaplex scheme.

Together, they agree
on a revised history

of how they met.

Daniel becomes
the squeaky-clean face

of Bigaplex, with no
known ties to a con man.

Now, the question is,

was Daniel Nick's partner,
or his mark?

So, Forrester,
the wife woke up.

Any news on the car used
in the hit-and-run?

We found it abandoned,
no prints,

the VIN indicates it was stolen.

Okay, so what are we thinking?

Daniel's partner.
Nick Millwood.

Formerly known as
Mikolaj Milanowski,

a known fraudster
with a criminal record.

Even with a name change,
he's going to have a hard time

becoming the trusted face
of an investment fund.

So he teams up
with his university buddy

Daniel Siddiqui, and together,
they dress up an old-fashioned

Ponzi scheme in new-age
crypto clothing.

Yeah, they tell their clients
they're investing

in cryptocurrency.
Meanwhile, Daniel siphons

money off into
a private account.

They're planning
to divvy it up and run.

Yeah, but Nick gets greedy.
Why settle for half?

So, he wipes out Daniel,

keeps the 300 million
for himself.

Okay, but that's where
it falls apart.

As far as I can tell,
Nick Millwood

is still running
around town in a flap,

not a quarter billion richer.

If he had the money,
he'd have taken off by now.

Well no, not necessarily.
He could be waiting

for everything to die down.

The longer you wait,
the more eyes are on it,

including yours.

If you're going to pull
this kind of scam,

you're going to do it fast.

Come on, Frankie.

I'm a crown attorney.
You know that's not enough.

Being a fraudster
doesn't make you a killer.

Look, I'm into it in theory.

You're just a little
thin on motive.

You bring me proof
that Nick offed this guy,

or even some indication
that he's got

300 million stashed somewhere,

we can start talking.

[nurse]: She's just
had her meds,

she'll be in and out for a bit.

[Nick]: Oh, that's fine,
I just want to say hello.

[soft eerie music]

[indistinct PA announcement]

[gasps]

What are you doing here?

So, do we have a name yet?

Please.

Please, leave me alone.

Please, just leave me alone.

Oh, wow.

I am surprised
you're still wearing it.

It must be worth 50K.

You could have added it
to the pile.

Nick, I told you.

I have no idea
where the money is.

Those acting classes
really paid off.

I mean, before,

you couldn't get work
as an extra. But now?

You played us both beautifully.

You must be very
proud of yourself.

[nurse]: Ma'am?

Here.

[exhales deeply]

Who the hell is Maria,

and why is Daniel meeting her
at a dime-bag hotel on the sly?

I mean, even a one-night stand
deserves better than that joint.

I'm looking into
Nick's finances.

His landlady in 2017
was a Mariana Perrera.

Owned a duplex in Little Italy.

He worked in 2021
for the notorious Martina Lucky

as a party promoter.
Maybe it's Martina, not Maria?

Okay, uh...

he is power of attorney
for his 89-year-old

uncle Marek, currently in
residence at Revera Living.

No. Yeah, no...

Interesting.

Wait. 2021, Martina Lucky.

Didn't you say Sophie Siddiqui
worked bottle service

for fancy parties?

Cheated on her first husband

with one of the promoters?

Well, Ms. Lucky
just confirmed it.

Nick Millwood worked
for her as a promoter

for four months in 2021,
exact same time

Sophie was working
bottle service.

- Ah.
- She was married,

but they were hot-and-heavy
the entire time.

- Hmm.
- And who said romance is dead?

Yes.

Daniel knew about me and Nick.

I told him about two months
into it

when I realized that
I was actually

falling in love with him.

Nick's whole plan,
it started to feel so... dirty.

I couldn't live
with that lie between us.

How did Daniel take it?

He was hurt. Really hurt.

But, I don't know, he, um...

We got through it.
Stronger, even.

From that point forward,
we told each other everything.

Everything?

When did Nick find out

you and Daniel were having
a baby together?

I don't know.

Maybe yesterday when he
broke into the house?

I stopped answering his calls.

I thought maybe he'd realized
that this whole thing

was so insane, I mean...

My god.

Everyone was making money,
Daniel and I were good.

But who is Maria?

And why was your husband
supposed to be meeting her

at a seedy hotel
the day after he died?

Daniel had called
her anonymously.

He was going to tell her
everything.

He wanted to pay
his clients back

and try to make a deal.

Inspector Maria Bruno.

She's head of Fraud.

[Ravi]: What are you doing?
- Ravi, how 'bout you
do me a favour?

You go downstairs,
you put your head in front
of a streetcar, alright?

- Nick, you need to take a beat!
- Do I? 'Cause I'm
not sure taking a beat

is going to help me right now.
- I know what

you're looking for, okay?

We're looking for it too.

[sighs]
- Detective. How can I help you?

The Dead Man's Switch.
The key to the castle.

Uh, I'm not sure
what you mean.

We know that crypto companies
often store their money

in bitcoin.
A private virtual vault.

We also know that if the owner
dies or goes missing,

then the partner, or staff,
or next-of-kin

usually receives a code
to access that money.

Now, I'm surprised Daniel
didn't give you that code.

Before he died.
That must've hurt.

He gave it to me, all right?

It's right here.
It just doesn't work.

Wow. That's gotta be
frustrating.

[chuckles]
- Frustrating?

Yeah, it's frustrating!

You know,
Daniel wasn't stupid.

He wouldn't have just let that
money vanish into thin air.

Maybe I can help you find it.

Two minds are better
than one, right?

[tense music]

The key code has
to be here somewhere.

It's all so sad.

Did you know Sophie's
eight weeks pregnant?

All right, looks like Daniel
was excited about it.

"Dearest Sophie,

our future starts with Dylan.

Yours, Daniel."

Good name, Dylan.

Gender-neutral.

Homage to a few great poets.

I wonder how that
made you feel. Jealous, maybe.

Betrayed.
Certainly angry enough

to run her over
in a stolen car.

Although, I suppose
that's what you get

when you throw your own
girlfriend into the mix.

Still. Pretty bold, though.

Even for a career con man.

You know what,
it's been a rough week,

I don't need this right now.

You're not even curious?

I mean, he's about to give you
his theory,

thought you might
want to stick around.

Knowledge is power, right?

Yeah.

Yeah, sure, why not?

Let's hear your story.

I'm assuming you stole
the pentobarbital

from your 89-year-old uncle?

His medical file suggests
he has chronic insomnia.

- Poor thing.
- Excuse me?

You know what, you're right.
I'm getting ahead of myself.

It's rude. Let's take it back.
[clears throat]

It was a dark and stormy night.
- Okay, I'm done.

Wait, fine, fine, fine.

You met Daniel at university.

Frat brothers,
Carpe opportunitatem.

You were a 19-old con man,
and Daniel was a tech wizard.

So, cut to last year
when you have a brand new idea,

but you need a partner
without a criminal record

to make it work.
Classic Ponzi scheme,

shrouded in crypto mumbo-jumbo.

You and Daniel are going
to collect a fortune,

siphon it all
into a private account,

and take off when the time
is right. Are you with me?

Oh, yeah.
I've always enjoyed fiction.

Yeah, well, here's the thing
about stories.

They always need a few twists.

Twist one,

you were always gonna
get rid of Daniel.

Screw Daniel, you're going
to take it all.

So, that's why you get
your girlfriend

to meet Daniel on Hinge,
she's going to keep you

in the loop.
She's your inside man,

or woman, in this case.

When the time comes to run,
she's gonna run with you.

But here's the thing
you didn't know,

and couldn't have planned on.

Daniel and Sophie
fall in love.

Together, they share everything.

Including the truth
of how and why they met.

Yet, in spite of this
inauspicious beginning,

they decide to make it work,
stay together,

and have a baby.

Take a look around,
they succeeded.

What a beautiful life.

Too bad he's not around
to enjoy it.

Funny you say that,
because Daniel

was planning to enjoy it.

Once he met Sophie?

Daniel wasn't gonna
take the money and run.

No, he was going to stay put
and build a family.

In fact, he was supposed
to be meeting

the Head of Fraud this week.

He was going to cut a deal
and turn you in.

It must hurt.

You thought Daniel
was your mark.

But it turns out you were his.

[chuckles]

It's very creative.
I mean, an absurdly

skewed version of the facts,
with absolutely no proof.

But, yeah, I'd read
your first novel.

Wait, wait, wait. You don't
want to hear the final twist?

The kill switch.
The key to the castle.

Well, Daniel just gave it to us.

Daniel's dead.

Well... Come on. Is he?

He's fooled you before.

Give me your phone,

I'll type it into
the Bigaplex wallet.

Wow.

That's wild.

I mean, what if Daniel
is still alive?

Protected hospital room,

recovering from that
night on the boat.

Waiting to be reunited
with Sophie.

Cooperating with the police.

No. He's dead,
it was on the news,

it was in all the newspapers.

Well, wouldn't be
the first time

the press cooperated
with the police.

[Graff laughs]
- Right?

Those guys will do
anything for an exclusive.

The money's all there.

Plus about, what, 400 thousand?

My God, your clients are going
to get their money back.

And then some.
And Sophie and the baby

are going to be fine.

Graff, we should call Daniel,
let him know

that Nick's up to speed.
- No, no, no, no.

He...
[chuckles]

He went over the side
of the boat. I...

I watched him. He's not...

He's not alive.

Tell me he's not alive,
you son of a bitch!

[grunting]

[Nick shouts]

Nick, I'll tell you anything
if it gets me to the truth.

[Nick grunting]

He's not alive.
Tell me he's not alive!

He's not alive!

The key code.

How did you know
where to find it?

Seriously?

How did you know
where it starts?

It could start there,
or there, or there...

Daniel loved Sophie. Right?

He was smart,
and she's just as smart.

He knew if anything happened
to him, she'd figure it out.

"Dearest Sophie.
Our future starts with Dylan."

[soft music]

[scoffs]

Dylan.

4-B-N-9-2.

[scoffs]

It's amazing, hey?

In life, Daniel was a con man.

In death, he's practically
Robin Hood.

Well, don't quote me on this,

but I hear it's the only thing
stronger than hate.

Or greed, for that matter.

What's that?

Love.

[theme music]

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