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Hey, you OK?

Yeah.

It's just a nightmare.

- Go back to sleep.
- Same one?

- Yeah.
- You ever think that maybe

opening up your dad's old case right now
might not be the best thing for you?

Get someone else to do it.

Jack or... hell, I don't know, Donnie?

I can handle it.

Yeah, but what about the rest of us?

I gotta get up.

I'm sorry. It was a joke.

Hey.

Katherine Jean Hall,
what do you think you're doing?

What?! Margot's mom
lets her drink coffee.

Well, you can talk to Margot's
mom when you don't get any taller.

Bye, Mom.

Have a good day.
Hey, you know where your bro...

Nate, come on, it's time for...

Mom, this is a crime scene and I died.

You're ruining the game!

- No, the game is over!
- Get off!

You're taking it too far!
You're gonna hurt yourself!

Stevie!

Nate, I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry. Nate! Nate!

What the hell are you doing?

I-I-I-I don't know what you saw.

Yeah, me neither.

I'm gonna call Dr. Stone.
I think we need a session.

- No. It wasn't Nate's fault.
- I'm not calling about him.

- What have we got?
- Ah, a teenager.

City workers noticed
the car just left here,

- called the police.
- Officer on the scene

noticed blood on the bumper,
opened the trunk

- and found her inside.
- How bad?

It's bad. Stabbed repeatedly.

Post-mortem will give us
a cause of death.

We got an ID.

Not yet. We're running a VIN number.

You're ready?

Yeah. Can you and Hall
conduct a thorough search

- of this car?
- Sure. Where is Stevie?

Funny, I was just about to ask you.

How's that for a turn of event?

So how are you today, Detective?
You're feeling OK?

Mm-hmm.

You're late. Everything OK?

Yeah, fine. Thanks.

You missed it: Medusa was almost

downright courteous to Cooper here.

Oh, I get it; only you
get to call her that?

Nobody gets to call her that.

What do you know
about the victim's injuries?

She can't be older than 16.

I'm getting tired
of seeing these dead girls.

Um, nails are chipped.
Signs of a struggle.

I bet she felt like a million bucks

when she had those done.

There appears to be bruising

to the upper inner-thigh area.

What happened to you, honey?

Oh, Jesus!

- She's still alive!
- Over here!

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I can't believe it: the medics
didn't check her vitals.

OK. Thank you.

Let me guess, Coroner
Phelps is retiring early?

With a little help from me
and my friends upstairs.

The girl was VSA,
miracle she's still breathing.

- The miracle is if she lives.
- So what does that mean

for us, Boss? No body.
I assume you're kicking it over

- to Special Victims?
- No, I think we're gonna

follow through on this
until further notice, OK?

Aaron, you want to head
to the hospital, keep us posted.

You got it.

I know that look.

- What look?
- That I-have-a-secret look.

Me? Nooo.

Oh, come on, Cooper, cough it up.

I mean, I don't have a secret.

Well, I mean, I do,

but you know what it is.
The baby.

Oh right,
of course, the baby.

So does that mean
that you're having it then?

Yeah.

Yeah, I think I am.

Then, congratulations.

Thanks! I feel pretty good about it.

It's good that you feel good.

Yeah.

- What's that?
- A parking pass

from last night.
Scarborough Conversation Park.

Now, what was a teenage girl
doing there?

Well, it's a popular make-out spot.

Is it?

Yes.

Ladies,

VIN confirms that the car
belongs to a Thomas Williams.

Reported his daughter missing
this morning, Deana Williams.

Um, I want you to report
to the family,

deliver notification.

- But there's no death.
- Oh, just got off the phone

with Erin. She didn't make it.

Mr. Williams? Can we come in?

So you're here about Dee?

- Where is she?
- Did you find her?

Do you have a wife, Mr. Williams?

It's probably best
if we do this all together.

My wife... My wife passed a year ago.

It was cancer.

This is gonna be very hard to hear.

We found your car this morning.

Yeah, so where's Deana?

A girl matching
your daughter's description

was found on scene.

But she's OK though, right?

Unfortunately, the girl we found

died on the way to the hospital.

- Deana's dead?
- No.

You got the wrong girl.

My daughter's just gone somewhere.

She's, uh... And frankly,

I don't know why you guys aren't
out there looking for her.

We are very sorry, Mr. Williams.

Tell me my daughter isn't dead.

What happened to her?

Simon...

No.

How do you even know
that this girl is Deana?

Since she was found in your car,

it's very likely that it's her.

I'm so sorry.

Just...

Just give me a minute.

I need a minute to think.

I just, I just... Give me a minute.

Just give me a minute, OK? I just...

Was, uh...

Was she...?

There are indications
that she was assaulted, yes.

Oh, God!

Mr. Williams,
let's confirm it's Deana first

before we...
before we go any further, OK?

In order to do that, we need
you to come down to the station

- to identify the body.
- Wait. Right,

just in-in-in case
it's not her, right?

Simon, why don't you come
with me for a minute.

I know this is very hard
to process, Mr. Williams,

but I still have a few questions
that I need to ask.

OK.

Do you know
who Deana was with last night?

I don't know.

We had a fight.

Because she quit her...

her tutoring job, and, uh...

I lost my temper and then...

...I pushed her.

I have never done that before.

Yeah, they were fighting.

She quit her job, it's understandable.

He didn't even notice she was
missing until this morning.

- He thought she came home late.
- Oh, I know.

I don't have a kid yet, so
I don't get an opinion, right?

You said that, not me.

So far, no one recognizes Deana.
Anything?

Only if you count an alien abduction.

- You?
- Nada.

But if you see
a Grey tabby with three legs,

- he's called Phillip.
- Awww.

I had a dog with three legs,
growing up. Cheeto.

My dad would try to make him
a leg out of a tennis racket

- when he was drunk.
- You truly are a success story.

You talked to them yet?

Doesn't look like anybody's
talked to them in three months.

- Check it out?
- Yeah.

Hello? Police! Open up!

It's the police!

Drop your weapon and come out
with your hands up!

Now, asshat!

Ah, God, I hate nature!

Stupid racoon!

some heavy-duty bleaching.

Yes. You know, they say

the true sign of a great home
business is when the owner

uses the product himself.

Still good.
Someone's been here recently.

Looks like someone's been
living here recently.

- Where are the cushions?
- Between that and the bleach,

they've been trying to cover up.

Hm, this looks like Deana's.

They didn't get everything.

- I'm calling Forensics.
- Yeah.

Camper belongs to Matt Chatland, 43.

- Aggravated assault, burglary.
- Just finished a three-month stint

at Montclair. Out on good behaviour.

He's been selling pot
to the teens in the

park. We think that's
how he met Deana.

I hate him already.
Any other links to Deana?

Forensics searched the camper

at Scarborough Conversation Park,

Uh, luminol revealed

blood that he tried to clean up
with bleach, a lot of it.

Ah. Next time, start there.

- Is the blood hers?
- We're still waiting to hear back.

In the meantime,

why don't we pick him up,
see if we can get him to talk.

Yeah, I'm inclined to agree.
Where do we find him?

A uni sitting on the camper
says he hasn't come back yet,

but we have the wife's
last known address so

we're gonna see if
she's able to tell us.

Good. Well, let's see what she says.

Donnie, Aaron, see if you dig up
some more dirt on Chatland.

Price, you're with me.
Let's solve this, shall we?

Yeah.

Mr. Williams.

Simon. I'm Detective sergeant Price.

This is Staff Inspector Currie.

We are so sorry
for your loss, Mr. Williams,

and we are doing

- everything in our power...
- Did you find

- the son of a bitch who did this?
- We're in the process

- of locating him.
- So he's still out there?

- Yes, sir, yes.
- But rest assured

that the men and women
of this unit are doing

everything they can
to bring him to justice

for what he did to Deana.

Are you ready to see
your daughter now?

OK. OK.

- Fiona?
- Oh, yep.

OK, we got you. Here. We've got you.

- There's no air in here.
- Yeah.

I need some air. I can't breathe.

Take a deep breath.

There you go.

I know this is hard, Thomas,

but I need you to try.

I need your official identification

before we can proceed further.

I don't think I can do it.

- It's OK, Dad.
- I can't see my baby girl

on that table. I can't see

- my baby girl on that table.
- I'll go.

- No, no. Hang on.
- Look at him.

- You think he could do it?
- We...

Can I have a word in private?

Excuse me.

I know you didn't ask
for my opinion but...

- Then why are you giving it?
- Clearly, the father is

in no state; I don't think we
should force him to go in there.

I am not sending a child in
to ID his dead sister.

Why not?

The kid's ready to go in;
the father isn't.

I don't see what the problem is.
We don't get this,

- we don't move forward.
- Please.

Dad watched Mom waste away
to nothing...

he can't do this again.

I'm begging you.

Let me go in.

No.

No. No. Daddy, no!

You OK? Thought I was the
one with morning sickness.

Don't know what's up with me today.

Why don't you hang back. Just
keep an eye on the perimeter.

- Are you sure?
- Yeah, of course.

No worries.

- Is your mom home?
- Cole, who's that?

Detective Jac Cooper. Need to
speak with you, Mrs. Chatland.

No, you can't be here.
You gotta get out of here.

What happened to your face?

I told you not to open
that damn door!

Chatland's here, I need backup now!

He didn't do anything.

Argh!

- You're alright?
- Yeah. Yeah.

- I'm fine.
- You bitches,

you got nothing on me!

Are you certain you can do this?

OK.

Is that her?

Is this your sister?

Yes or no, Simon.

- Yeah.
- OK.

That's her.

- Yeah.
- OK.

That's Deana.

Are they gonna cut her open now?

They're gonna do
the autopsy there, yes.

- OK. Good work, let's go.
- No.

- No, we can't stay here.
- I wanna stay with her!

We really have to go now.

I didn't do anything

to that girl. I don't even know her.

Are you sure?

Maybe you sold her some weed. I mean,

you can't remember every kid
you sold a dime bag to, can you?

No.

Pretty sure I'd remember
if I killed one though.

Look, I sell a bit of dope, big deal.

Is this your car, Mr. Chatland?

We spoke to Security
at Deana's high school;

they said this car was
parked up front every day

for a month or so. 3 p.m. on the dot.

- Were you watching Deana?
- My kids go to that school.

Security says you never picked
anyone up,

just sat there looking
at all the pretty, little girls

out the window
'til they asked you to leave.

I was trying to get my kids

to convince their dumb mother
to let me back in the house.

Hmm... So have you been living
in your camper? You're homeless?

Camper's a home on wheels, isn't it?

Are you aware we found

residue of blood in that camper?

That's not possible.

You said that your wife
won't let you come back home,

but she did let you
sleep over yesterday, correct?

- Yeah. I pay for the damn place.
- Your wife says

you disappeared last night,

returned early this morning.
Can you explain where you were?

Nowhere. I was on that couch.

What would she have to gain
from lying, Mr. Chatland?

I don't know. Bitches lie.

- What's that?
- Bank records.

Apparently, at 1:30 this morning,

you made a stop at Sunshine
Convenience to buy cigarettes.

Now, can you explain to me
how you managed

to make that purchase
from your wife's couch?

Alright.

I'm not going down for this.
I wanna talk to somebody.

'Til I do, I got no further comment.

Did someone do that to you?

It's a... No, I'm...

I'm just a klutz;
I fell down the front steps.

You're sure Matt didn't do it?

What about you, Vanessa?

Did somebody hurt you?

Was it your dad?

I don't remember.

Do you know where Matt was last night?

Uhh, could you take Cole and Vanessa

to the vending machine, please?

Thank you.

Was Matt with you last night?

He's been wanting
to get back together.

- I was weak, so...
- You let him sleep over?

We had a couple of beers,
so I gave him the couch.

I went to bed early. I got up to pee,

- he was gone.
- Do you know where he went?

I didn't ask.

He stumbled in later
demanding to use the shower.

I... I was pretty sure

- he'd been up to no good.
- Do you think it's possible

he could have gone back to the camper?

We know that he sells drugs
to the kids in the park.

Beats me.

His keys were on the table
when I woke up this morning.

Right.

Uh, Mrs. Chatland,
if what you're saying

is true, then your house

is a potential crime scene.
We'll have to search it.

- Why? Didn't do nothing wrong.
- I know, I know.

It's protocol.
Do you have somewhere else

that you can stay
until we've cleared the space?

Can't we go back
to get our stuff first?

I can get an officer

to bring you whatever you want.

I will also need any keys
that you have for the property.

You don't have to protect him anymore.

You're safe now. We've got you.

I just want to do right by my kids.

I know.

And this is the first step.

Thank you.

We're gonna search the Chatland house.

Good. I want this bastard.
Stevie, hang on.

Wanna sit down for a second.

So you wanna tell me about your field
trip to Flowers' place last week?

- I should have cleared it with you.
- Yeah, I agree, but you didn't.

And it made it really difficult for
me to clarify with the superintendent

why you were investigating him
without clearance.

'Cause it seems Flowers

- didn't take too kindly to it.
- Oh, yeah. No, let me

- just exp...
- No. Just let me finish.

Are you aware that Price already has

several citations against him
for harassing Flowers?

He's on our team. He's a good cop!

Yeah, but he is not you.

And trust me when I say,

all this Grey area you're in,
this off-book stuff,

you will wear it worse than he will.

- Because I'm a woman?
- No.

Stevie.

Because of what this case
did to your dad.

Why investigate Flowers now?

Because Brooke Dodson's
disappearance is linked

- to my dad's case.
- Are you sure about that?

- Have a very good feeling, yes.
- Yeah, feeling is not the same

- as evidence.
- What we're trying to find.

Alright. Until you do,

let's just focus on the active cases.

Mm-hmm.

Can I get a full report on that house?

- Mm-hmm.
- Thank you.

Fiona knows
about the stakeout at Flowers;

has she talked to you about it yet?

No. But you can add that
to an already winning day.

I felt we should get our story
straight before she does.

What story, Stevie?

We staked out that piece of
crap's garbage hole of a story.

You went in, I stayed
in the car. No problem, right?

Anything else? I gotta
call the Williams

family to make sure they got home OK.

No, that's it.

I heard that the brother
took the ID hard.

- Yeah, he did.
- How did you take it?

Uh, where do we stand
on Matt Chatland?

Oh, we have him for another 18 hours.
He's talking to a lawyer now.

Well, let's head over to the house,
see what we can find in the meantime.

- Are you sure you're up for it?
- Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine.

Who even uses photo albums anymore?

Huh! Cute kids, they look happy.

So did me and my brother.
Doesn't mean it was true.

Oof!

They're not loving school.

Cole's failing everything.

- Am I gonna suck as a mom?
- What?

No more than the rest of us do.

When I took Matt down, I didn't think

about being pregnant once.
I just wanted to kick his ass.

Which you did.
Impressively I might add.

Right. So I could go
toe to toe with Rhonda Rousey,

- but I'll be a terrible mother.
- Who?

You're just freaking out.

No, I'm not.

Yes, you are. You'll be fine.

Fine? I still eat Fun Dip.

I slapped Nate this morning.

Across the face.

And I felt sick about it all day.

We all suck at it

in one way or another.

It's life.

Guys, we found this
buried in the garden.

That could be blood.

I'll call the boss.

Judging by the condition of the shirt,

it looks quite weathered.

And the blood stains...
It couldn't be Deana Williams.

- Why?
- They look too old.

- Mm-hmm.
- Mm-hmm.

OK, let's run this up to Biology,

find out exactly
how old these stains are

and see if they develop
a DNA profile for the donor.

Because unless this blood
belongs to someone

in the Chatland family, we might
be looking at a second victim.

The DNA profile
came back on the shirt.

It belongs to Maddie Smith,
an unsolved case from last year.

16 year old stabbed repeatedly,

dumped just like Deana.

- Find anything else on Matt?
- It's just more of the same.

Theft, assault, domestic abuse,

- drug-related offences.
- But no murder.

Maybe we just never caught him.

He's been in and out of prison

since he was 18 years old.

When was Maddie Smith's body found?

The night of February 12th.

He was serving

a six-month stint
for breach of probation.

He wasn't released until April 6th.

So unless he was
in two places at once...

Matt Chatland didn't do it.

So what about the plaid shirt?

Wait. I need to look
at that photo album again.

Look at his shirt.

The kid must have grabbed
the keys to the camper

off his dad when he was
passed out on the couch.

What?

- Nothing.
- Don't tell me

- you feel bad for him.
- Of course I don't.

I feel sorry for his mom.
She'll be devastated.

She's the one who raised a psycho.

Sometimes, kids just turn out bad.

Look, if you're about
to have the whole

nature-versus-nurture
argument with me,

I'll tell you right now, it is always

- nurture for me.
- You had a rough upbringing;

- you turned out pretty good.
- Thanks to places like this.

I could leave the crazy at home.

I don't see Cole. Maybe
we should try the next park.

No, his sister said
this is where he goes.

- Want your board back?
- You guys here about Deana?

- You knew her?
- Kinda.

She hung around here. Didn't skate
though, just crush on the guys.

Was Cole Chatland
one of the guys she crushed on?

Chatland? No way, he's weird.

She might have tutored him though.

He's over there
if you want to ask him.

Thanks.

Didn't Deana's dad say
she quit tutoring?

He did.

Maybe Cole didn't take it too well.

Hey, Cole. Remember us?

We need to talk to you about Deana.

Cole.

Before we begin, I need to remind you
you've waived your right to an attorney.

Do you understand what that means?

Pff! I saw how legal aid
helped my dad.

OK.

So let's talk about Deana.

She was your tutor
for a while, wasn't she?

- You like her?
- She was fine.

Fine enough to steal

your dad's keys and take her
to his camper with you?

- But we didn't.
- Yes, you did.

You smoked this joint
together, didn't you?

No, I don't smoke.

But Deana did.

Toxicology found it in her blood
during her autopsy.

She quit being your tutor, why?

I didn't need help anymore.

I've seen your test scores,
man, I beg to differ.

I'm not stupid.

Does it bother you

when people say stuff like that?

Is that why you took her there?

You wanted to show her
how smart you could be?

You know, just because I'm not
from a perfect family

doesn't mean that I killed someone.

That's true,

but the evidence
suggests the contrary.

What evidence?

When can Cole come home?

Uh, he's not coming home, Gwen.

We've arrested him for murder.

We have reason to believe,

strong reason,

that he was the one
that killed Deana Williams,

as well as another girl.

No. Matt did.

You said he was the one
that wasn't home that night.

That's right.
He was getting cigarettes.

Cole wasn't home either, was he, Gwen?

You wanna talk about
your family, Cole? Let's talk

about 'em. Can you tell me who
the people in this photo are?

It's me, my sister, my mom.

Do you remember
when the photo was taken?

Christmas, about a year
and a half ago.

Happier times, I take it.

We don't do happy times.

- It's pretty much duck and cover.
- Duck and cover from who?

Depends on the day.

Sometimes Mom.

Mainly Dad though.

I'm very sorry

- you've had to go through that.
- I don't care,

so why should you?

Can you describe to me what
you're wearing in this photo?

Stupid paper hats
that Mom makes us wear

on Christmas Eve.

What else are you wearing?

Brown pants, a shirt.

What does the shirt look like?
Can you describe it to me?

It's blue, plaid.

- Do you still have that shirt?
- No, I think I got rid of it.

- It got ruined.
- How?

I don't remember. I think
it had oil on it or something.

I want to go now.

Hm, OK, but first,
can I show you something else?

- What's that?
- Do you recognise it?

- No.
- Oh, I think you do.

- No, I don't!
- Really? Because that shirt

looks an awful lot

like the one you were wearing
in the Christmas photo, no?

- No.
- It's not oil, Cole;

that's blood.

It's not Deana's though, is it?

You cleaned up after her,
and fairly well I might add,

but you had practice by then.

Not like when you cleaned up
after Maddie Smith.

- You were still new at this.
- That's not my shirt!

- Yes, it is.
- No, it's not!

I know you're not good with
words, Cole, but you're gonna

have to explain to me why we
found this shirt in your back...

Because she told me she got rid of it!

Hall, a word.

What?

Mrs. Chatland,

I'm gonna need you to stand up
and come with me.

Why? What about Cole?

I think you're best to worry
about yourself right now.

Okay. Stevie!

Ugh, the Chatland's house
has been firebombed.

What?

Yeah, the victim's
brother, Simon Williams,

pitched a pipe bomb
through the living-room window.

- No.
- Kyle had gone to pick him up,

didn't get there in time, and...

and the daughter, Vanessa,
had snuck in to get her iPad.

- Is she alright?
- No, she's in the ICU.

Go talk to the mother.

Yeah.

Who gave you the black eye, Gwen?

Was it Cole?

No. Cole's not like that.
He's a softie.

You got kids, Detective?

Yeah.

I have a son and a daughter.

Just like yourself.

The girls are easy;

it's the boys that are hard.

They'll break your heart.

Still, you gotta do what you can
to protect them.

Were you protecting Cole?

Is that why you hid the clothes
the first time?

Did you understand
that you were hiding evidence

of a murder when you buried
that shirt in the garden?

- That shirt had oil on it.
- No, no, it did not.

It had Maddie Smith's blood
on it. And she'd been

all over the news,
so I know that you saw her.

You don't really think
that Cole did that.

Yeah. Yeah, I do.

And you know what?

I think that you do too.

- What's that?
- That is Cole's cellphone.

And it was filled
with pictures of Deana Williams.

Someone erased them
this morning, but our tech

- managed to retrieve them.
- So?

Doesn't prove I knew nothing.

So why was the phone in your
possession when you came in?

Did you ever try and do anything

about Cole's anger problem?

Did you ever try to stop it?

Gwen?

Gwen?

Gwen, look at me.

Deana Williams was somebody's child.

And he's mine.

What was I supposed to do?

He's my baby boy.

I told him

to count to 10.

I told him, "Don't get so worked up."

"Worked up"?

Deana's ribs were shattered.

Her pelvis was broken in two places.

He pulverised her!

It's what his daddy taught him.

Oh! Gwen, stop making excuses.

He stabbed those girls

17 times. 17! Do you know

how much anger do you have
to have to do that?!

I'm sorry for what he did
to those girls.

You will be.

Your house was subject
to a pipe-bomb attack,

your daughter was inside at the time.

- Vee?
- Yes. She has been taken by ambulance

- to St. Victoria's.
- No, you're lying.

The 15 year old
responsible for the attack

was the brother of the girl
that your son murdered.

I wanna see
my daughter, please.

She's only alive, Gwen, barely alive,

because one of our men
got to her in time.

But no one was there
for Deana, were they?

You let her perish along with any
possibility of justice for Maddie Smith

the moment that you decided
to hide those clothes

and help your son
cover up what he did.

I was just trying to protect him.

I know,

and I understand,

but who's gonna protect
the rest of us?

They call the game Crime Scene.

Nate pretends he's being murdered.

- It's pretty dark.
- It's not that dark.

It is though.

Why don't you tell us
what you think it is, Stevie?

He just doesn't get it.

So, Nate is obsessed
with these detective stories

about this little boy called Mikey

who solves these crimes
with a pet iguana,

and... he's got the bug.

I did too at his age.

So Nate wants to be a detective?

Aw, he would kill at forensics.

Photographic memory,
holding on to all the details,

no interest in the living.

What? It was supposed to be a joke.

Jono mentioned
that your dad's old case

is taking up a lot of your time.

How is that affecting the family?

It's stressful.

She comes home late. She's tense

when she is home. She's not sleeping.

"She" is fine.

And what about the job?
Are you finding it hard?

The job? No. The job is easy.

Dead bodies are cut and dry. You know,

you find the right person,
ask the right questions?

Case closed. It's autism. It's...

Ever since Nate got identified,

we have been on a conveyor belt

of doctors and specialists,

appointments, and...

half the time, I don't even know

what they're saying to me.

Don't even get me started
on the acronyms.

It's like, what? ADD? ASD?

- Possible OCD?
- You're frustrated?

I am pissed off!

And I am exhausted.

And I could really do with a rest.

Yeah, well, so could I, Stevie,
but if I checked out too,

then neither of us will be there.

I didn't mean that how it sounded.

- Yeah.
- OK.

Let's try an exercise. I want
you to maintain eye contact...

...and think about a time

when you were there for each other...

...when you felt supported.

Come on. Let's just try this.

Come on.

No.

Daddy, no!

NOOOO!

No! NOOO!

NOOO! No!

Now tell me, Stevie,
what do you see?

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