All language subtitles for Law and Order Toronto s03e01 Skin Deep.eng

In Toronto's war on crime, the worst
offenders are pursued by the detectives

the Specialized Criminal Investigations
Unit.

These are their stories.

Barbara, I should have brought flowers
for her birthday. I don't need flowers.

I need new Detective Michael.

I can't go on like this.

We've run out of leaves.

I'll find new ones.

Let it go.

Looking good, Ainsley.

All right.

Love that pose.

I think we're done.

Let's pay for a drink.

Thanks, Riley. I think I'm just going to
go.

Everything okay?

Sure.

You're going to be hotter than I am now,
right?

Stunning. The clothes are the ladies,
Frank.

Wendy, there's only one lady in this
room for me.

No open drinks near the samples.

Hey, Ainsley, is that your name? The
girl did the get ready for the finale.

them. Be helpful.

Hold this.

It's a lot safer.

Okay, ladies, eyes on me, please.

Remember what we talked about, powerful
and fluid.

Let's have some fun.

Mr. Sharp.

Excuse me.

You wish you were out there?

No, I appreciate the job.

But, yeah.

But we will have lunch on Monday, and
we'll talk about your future.

You can still get me to the after party,
right?

Oh, my God.

And you should, too. It's about to
become hunting hour. The plus one

Oh, oh, sorry.

That's okay. Let me get you another.

Are you a designer?

Cosmetic surgeon.

And the reason why everyone here looks
so good.

My friend found this online.

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

You lied to me. You said it was for your
part. Get out of my face. I'm working

right now. Take this down now. I am
working right now, okay?

Hey, what are you... Don't touch her.

Riley,

let's get back to work.

Right now.

Hey,

I think it's time you called it a night.

Okay?

Frank, take care of this.

Come on, let's get you in.

This is new East End, Hector.

We started emptying the trucks into this
section a couple weeks ago after the

old one got full up.

I mean, if she'd been dumping the old
guy, we never would have seen her.

Lucky. Yeah.

If they gotta buy a lot, I'll take it on
the way home.

You guys got a system in place for
tracking what part of the city she comes

from? Give me a sec. I can narrow it
down to within about four blocks.

Thanks.

What is she, 19, 20 years old tots?

Bruising on the throat.

Particular hemorrhaging in the eyes.

She was strangled.

New polish, but the nails have been
clipped and cleaned.

Maybe she fought back and the killer
rewarded her with a post -mortem

No trace evidence.

Marks on her body that are not bruises.

Stains, maybe.

These scrapes, they didn't bleed. They
were made post -mortem. Maybe the killer

dragged her after she was killed.

The person adjusts their grip and
repositions.

These are deep and continuous.

I'm not sure she was dumped from that
truck. I think she was dragged here by a

vehicle.

Ralph.

Rear axle.

Another tarp. That loader could have
dragged her.

Ainsley Scott, Elmira on Tyria.

She was to turn 19 next week.

So that isn't exactly where she was
dumped.

Does that mean we're looking at more
than just East End? She was dragged from

different actor. She could have been
thrown in any dumpster in the GTA.

Mr.

Scott, why did Ainsley move to Toronto?

Ainsley came to the city to be famous.

That's all she ever wanted.

Yeah. Her mother passed five years ago,
a drunk driver.

She had Ainsley in dance and acting
classes before her first Holy Communion.

A lot of good that did her.

A lot of good that did her, referring to
the sacrament or the vocation.

Take your pick.

It's hard to shake that Catholic guilt.

No, I'm lapsed. Well, obviously
something's bothering you, sir. You're

eye contact, rubbing your neck with one
hand, nodding. That's the holy trinity

of nonverbal guilt right there. Are you
insinuated that I have something to do

with my daughter's death?

No, sir.

I'm insinuating that you think you did.

Ainsley called last week.

Excited. Daddy, I think I got my big
break.

Said she needed $700 for a headshot. I
told her I didn't have it.

Maybe your birthday, sweetheart.

So she said she'd find another way.

Is this why this happened to her?
Because she found another way?

Did she tell you what that big break
was?

I didn't want to jinx it.

Here.

I'll give you a moment.

If Ingrid's body was dumped here, she
was picked up on Friday.

Thank you.

I got it here.

Thank you.

Sorry, Detective.

She wasn't dumped at her building.

She's only been dead three days tops.

Well, there's no collection on Sundays,
so wherever she was dumped, she was

picked up on Monday.

Judging by the way her larynx was
fractured, the killer most likely used

elbow or forearm and put his entire body
weight on top of her to close her

airway. Vaginal injuries, tearing,
abrasions, all consistent with sexual

assault, but an absence of seminal
fluid. Killer wore a condom. There's

But no DNA.

Now, we know that sexual murders are
committed by one of two kinds of people

with pathological disorders. Those who
kill to hide the sexual assault and

who find gratification in the act of
killing itself.

The latter are planners.

Harder to catch and explains the condom
and the clipping and cleaning of the

fingernails.

What about those blue marks on her skin?

Results aren't back yet. Most likely
some sort of dye.

Is this the trash from my den? Yeah.

They appear to be mostly fabric
swatches.

See how the light passes through?

It's pilling. It's cheap.

Dispersed blue.

A derivative dye often used in outdoor
textiles. Exactly.

Outdoor blankets, tablecloths, when
clothing manufacturers use it to cut

Given the right moisture conditions, it
can stay safe.

Okay, so these swatches were caught up
in the tarp she was wrapped in, so what

do we think, a dumpster from the fabric
store?

Clothing manufacturer, textile mill,
somewhere that has its trash collected

Mondays, and no doubt a CCTV dead zone.

The killer, he keeps telling us that
he's smart.

Let's believe him.

Four down, two to go. There's no
security cameras.

This could be it.

Remote, not much traffic.

Calling the ident team?

Before we waste their time, let's see if
we're wasting ours.

Bateman.

We found our dumpster.

The owner of Walsh's Textile Mill is in
France.

He's been there for the last five
months. Must be nice. What about an

No, they didn't recognize Ainsley from
the photographs. They're mostly older

women, new Canadians.

Probably don't want to get on the wrong
side of the law. And it doesn't really

fit the profile, does it? No, our killer
took his time. He's entitled.

Plus, the land isn't fenced in. Anyone
could have driven in there and dumped

body. Anyone who knew there weren't any
security cameras. Which is why we're

looking into ex -employees and anyone in
the neighborhood on the sex offender

registry. You'll visit her.

Blood in the dumpster from the textile
mill is from our victim in the landfill.

But that's not the only DNA I found.

Ainsley might not be the only victim.

This is where your first victim would
have been before the loader dragged her

off. So anything from Walsh's textile
mill would have been dumped here.

Yeah, if it's from that dumpster one
month ago or one year ago, then it's in

cell.

You sure your dog can smell a body
through all this trash?

Up to 15 feet.

30 in the water.

Most of one, anyway.

This isn't just a crime scene.

It's a graveyard.

Victim number two, Freya Klein, killed a
month ago, still in possession of a

German driver's license. Freya was
killed in the same way Ainsley was, as

with a fractured larynx.

I have no idea yet on our Jane Doe.

Her DNA was found in the textile mill
dumpster with the others and a broken

hyoid bone indicates the same cause of
death. She must have been in pretty bad

shape if we needed a computer to tell us
what she looked like. Yeah, that silver

places her body in the landfill for
about a year. All three were sexually

assaulted. All three had their
fingernails clipped.

Same Mamo, same killer.

A year ago, a month ago, and now his
defense cycle is speeding up. We know

serial killers would find their methods
over time, but this guy, no meth, no

DNA. We haven't found his first kill.

Anything else connecting these three
women? Well, Freya Klein's parents said

mentioned something about an ad campaign
and Ainsley just got a new headshot.

Now, Ainsley's headshot, though, that's
full body. That could indicate fashion

model. Fashion models do ad campaigns.
Yeah, and Jane Doe's got a gap in her

teeth. That's a thing. Just like
supermodel Laura Stone.

Yeah, and it's fashion week.

Okay, I'm sorry. Did I miss that you're
both fashion buffs? Oh, human beings

have been decorating ourselves since the
beginning of time.

Yeah, it's fascinating.

Do we change our outside to match what's
within or to express it? What's this?

Little black dress.

This was in Ainsley's purse?

Yeah. Perhaps we hit the runway and see
if they're serving drinks with swizzle

sticks like these.

They were giving these out in drinks
backstage opening night.

And we'll be finding them in the bellies
of our brand Zeno for decades.

Walk and talk.

Next model.

I have five designers tonight. Five,
nine, six. No, no. Can we try to have a

heartbeat? Excuse me.

Do you recognize this woman?

No.

What about her?

Ainsley was a PA.

Opening night.

Dorian Sharp's big show.

Did you hire her?

No. Ainsley is what happens when someone
uses their status to make you hire help

with no experience.

I see. And who of status imposed Ainsley
Scott on you? A modeling agent, Sonoya

Lee.

She's around somewhere.

Check the bar.

This is awful.

Yes, I knew her. Ainsley wanted me to
rep her. She was persistent.

I just wasn't sure if I could sell her.
But you went out on a limb for her. You

got her a job backstage.

Yeah, she reminded me of me when I was
young. Oh, so?

Small town, starry -eyed.

When was the last time you saw Ainsley?

The party on Saturday night. After I
left, I heard that she got into an

altercation with a photographer named
Riley Chan.

I heard it got really ugly. Does Riley
Chan have a reputation for having

altercations with young women?

I don't know. But he did Ainsley's
headshots.

Wainsley's dad said she couldn't afford
headshots.

Maybe Riley Chan has a side hustle?

She attacked me. I just sent her
headshots.

For free. Well, they weren't entirely
for free. There was a price.

An exchange.

Tradesies. Yeah, we found other women on
your quiet ninth page, too. Was it

tradesies with them as well?

I took her photos down.

Well, we found them. No, I mean...

I felt bad. I even went to Ainsley's
place to apologize.

What, an argument broke out? One thing
leads to another, and... No, there were

cops at the apartment, so I left.

Well, I hope you have someone to
corroborate that, because as far as we

you're the last person to see Ainsley
alive.

Me and a bunch of other people. She was
drunk.

Dorian Sharp kicked her out himself.

Well, I mean, you being such a nice guy,
I bet you walked her out and got her a

cap. Oh, it's working.

You got proof?

Photos from the after -party.

Well, let's see them.

Sign an NDA. Oh, well.

Riley, you're going down for
distributing pornography without

That's sex offender registry.

Worry about us, not the NDA.

That necklace.

She wasn't wearing that when she was
found.

Who's the guy?

Frank Maddock, cosmetic surgeon to the
elite.

He walked out of the party and never
came back.

Yeah, I was chatting with her until the
altercation. I offered to get her a cab,

but she wanted to walk. Where'd you go
after that?

Home.

To my wife.

Good boy.

I'm not stupid. The sort of girls with
these things, it's a child support

lottery. Gosh, all these poor, wealthy
men getting taken advantage of in VIP

rooms all across the nation.

Well, that's the epidemic of our times.

These shark parties sure look wild.

Wilder than the ones that TPD show at
Christmas.

I thought we got wild.

Yeah, no, we don't get that wild. These
girls know what they're signing up for

when they walk through that door. And
they're pulling each other's hair out to

get in.

And your wife is cool with that? You
staying so late at these parties all by

yourself? I met my wife at a Sharp
party. Oh, yeah? Years ago. He flew me

when he had his place in Honduras.

Introduced me to a pretty girl from back
home.

She was a model.

So you and Sharp are close.

I'm his doctor.

An artist with a Botox brush.

Sharp doesn't like aging. Oh?

And what else stops aging?

Seriously, I'd like to know.

What do you do for these guys?

You do the, uh...

PRP, hair regrowth?

Testosterone.

Uh -oh, looks like we hit a nerve.

What are the side effects of
testosterone treatment?

Aggression, hypersextrize? Not at a
legal dose.

Right, because if you were to inject a
man with more than a legal dose, and

man were to, say, hurt a woman, that
would make you an... An accomplice.

You'd inject yourself.

There's a lark.

Do I need to call a lawyer? No.

That one's on me. I crossed the line.
All right, bring it in. I'm sorry.

Yeah?

Okay.

Are we giving out hugs now?

It ain't that he fought back. Why else
would the killer have cleaned her

fingernails? There's no scratches on his
face and neck, and given how she was

pinned down, the only place she could
reach would be there or... His back, and

he didn't even win.

Not once.

Only when I mentioned the testosterone
treatment.

So who are you thinking?

Grandio's sense of self is the trait of
the power -control serial killer above

the rules.

We've been looking at the players.

It might be time to consider who built
the playground. You're talking about

Dorian Shaw.

There he is.

Dorian, I didn't see you on the
schedule. Yeah, the girls fit me in.

week's really doing a number on my
energy.

Need a little pick -me -up.

Here, we can do a milligram of B12.

Yeah, B12. It's not really what I was
thinking.

Well, if you want to do testosterone,
we're going to need to stay below 200.

Why is that?

I'm concerned about your heart, your
liver.

Oh, OK. Well.

I appreciate the concern, Frank. I
really do. But let's just stick with the

regular doses, okay? We can discuss
cutting back another time.

I heard a girl was killed after your
party.

Same girl you asked to leave.

I did, yeah.

Jeez. Cops brought me in to talk about
it.

Think you had something to do with it?

They didn't say that, but it's...

That's how they made me feel.

Frank and his friends party with part
-time babysitters like a gang of

delusional vampires.

But Frank is harmless.

What about Sharp?

Is he harmless?

I met Sharp when I was down in New York
on a shoot.

And did he ever?

No. At 22, I was a little long in the
tooth for him.

But I heard stories about the kind of
sex he was into that could get rough.

Are we talking consensual? You know, we
used to let men tell us that truly

liberated women were down with anything
they wanted, but consensual wouldn't be

the first word that comes to mind. You
think Sharp's capable of murder?

I'm finding Dorian Sharp has a life that
gives him access to an unlimited supply

of young women. When we enable men like
that, they lose perspective.

When we enable him, women are victims,
detectives. And then it's up to us to

come forward, even when that's a very
dangerous thing to do. We can offer you

protection. We can protect anyone you
connect us to who corroborates your

There is no protection against that kind
of money and power.

You know, I always got a bad vibe
offshart, but he wasn't dangerous until

in an expensive suit.

An expensive suit.

What was he wearing before that?

Coveralls, I suppose.

He started out in some textile mill on
the north end of the city.

Crawled his way off the factory floor.

Your first job in the industry is right
here in Toronto at Walsh's Textile Mill.

Was that a tough job? We drove past it
on the way here.

What a dump.

Right. Well, I wasn't there long.

No, you were poached by Atelier X. Off
to the Big Apple.

Five years later, you're a creative
director. So why'd you leave?

Atelier stripped my designs of their
most interesting aspects.

So, yeah, I left.

Came home. Started my own empire.

Do you know this woman?

No, I don't think so. No? Because you
asked her to leave your party. Well, I

asked lots of young ladies to leave my
parties.

There's a certain decorum that I think
might have skipped this generation.

What about her?

Have you ever seen her before?

Does it look like a model? No, I don't
think so. Her name is Freya Klein. She

was also found in the landfill. Are you
sure?

Detectives. A bead.

What, from a necklace?

Yeah, probably from a dress, I would
imagine, yeah.

Seamstresses aren't what they used to
be, I guess.

Seamstresses. Young ladies.

I bet you know them for the good old
days down in Honduras.

Your botulism guy, Frank. He told us
that you used to fly people down there

quite a bit for some...

Pretty wild parties.

Did those women display appropriate
decorum?

He flew Frank down to Honduras to help
set up his stem cell research center.

Anti -aging research center.

That's right, yeah. Is there a problem
with that?

Looking for more beads, detective?

No.

Buttons. See, I love buttons.

What would happen if I pushed that one?

Well, if I push that button, it locks my
office door so people can't come in and

bother me.

So you don't want people to come in?

Or to get out?

Tell you what, detective, I'll wait to
push that button until after you leave.

How's that?

You think that's our killer?

I think we just walked out of the crime
scene.

You found this bead in Sharp's office.
Yeah, we did.

We believe it matches the necklace
Ainsley Scott was wearing the night she

Well, anyone with an RBC cub card can
buy one of those on Instagram.

And no CCTV footage from the night of
the murder.

No.

What about your first kill theory?

What did that timeline tell us? Well,
2010, after his career took off in New

York, Sharp bought an estate on Roatan
Island in Honduras. It was fast becoming

a medical tourism destination for the
wealthy. In 2013, he funded an anti

lab there that was doing some pretty
questionable legal things with stem

He even bragged to the New Yorker that
he discovered the fountain of youth. But

no missing women in Honduras.

Now, please say no, but we're going to
keep digging.

Then in May 20... May 2021, Sharp leaves
New York and returns to Canada to go

out on his own. But we haven't found any
other murders that match his M .O., at

least none connected to fashion. Wait,
wait, I was wrong.

We do have murders that match his M .O.?
No, about when he came back to Canada.

According to this article, after he left
Atelier X, he leased a building in

Manhattan for his new headquarters.

May 2021.

May 2021?

When did he start his operation in
Toronto? Not until August 2021, three

later. Oh.

So why the sudden change of plans? Why'd
he cut and run for the border?

Because she's there.

Our primary victim's in New York.

These are the unsolved homicides in New
York City from 2021.

Remove anything after August 21.

Remove anyone under 16.

Remove all the men.

Remove any females over 30.

Narrow it to deaths that occurred in the
month before Sharpe left his New York

City headquarters.

If one of these women were his first
victim, there's a chance he left DNA.

Detective Sergeant Michael, thanks for
meeting with us.

Laura was found on the lower level of
the plaza. We have no idea how she got

there or who she was with.

Were there any parties or events at the
hotel that night, Detective Michaels?

Yeah, there was a bar mitzvah and a
fashion show reception.

We couldn't find anyone who remembered
seeing her.

Crime scene was a mess. She had a bloody
nose and a crushed larynx. Tell us you

got DNA.

Male DNA blood sample coming your way.

Obviously, we have no match.

Look, detectives, her mother, Barbara,
she's been, uh... Yeah.

I'd love to find this guy for you. Of
course.

Detective Michael, you'll be our first
call.

Thank you.

Appreciate it. Okay, we need a warrant
for Sharp's DNA.

It's bound to be a match. To get a DNA
warrant on someone like Sharp, you'll

need at least one woman to corroborate
Wendy Maddox's sexual assault

implications. We're going to be dealing
with fear, intimidation, and... Stop,

stop, stop.

I have complete faith that if anyone can
cause that first domino to fall, it is

you guys.

No.

I haven't heard the sharp thoughts,
woman.

But maybe I wouldn't. Your clients
wouldn't come to you? They might be

that what I would do would cost them
work. Like get him arrested.

Which I would.

Miss Lee, of all the models we
contacted, there were three that we

reach. And they were all your clients.

Anna, Trident, Joy Williams, and Lucy
George.

Becca, remember, in the fridge, okay?

Not in the bin.

Uh, yes, Anna. She got cancer. Poor
thing.

Uh, Joy, she tragically took her own
life. And Lucy George, uh, I haven't

from her in ages.

I'm really sorry, detectives.

Should I cancel your call at two?

Rebecca, would you happen to have an
emergency contact for Lucy George?

I would have that.

Give me a minute.

Lucy wanted to tell the world what a
creep that Sharp was.

But I warned her against it. I mean, she
was saying some wild stuff. And I was

wondering if she was hearing stuff
right, you know?

Lucy has pills, but she doesn't always
take them.

Wild things like what?

Doris, anything you say might help us.

Oh, Lord.

Stuff like he was forcing pregnant women
to get rid of their babies so he could

steal the fetus's stem cells.

I told her Lucy would sound crazy as a
loon.

And you didn't want her to speak out? I
wanted her to talk to a psychiatrist.

But instead, she stopped talking to me.
Said she was going out to California,

try her luck out there. You know, get in
the movies.

I don't have a Los Angeles phone number.

I keep looking for her on the TV, but I
haven't seen her yet.

Oh, she's not on social media? No, she
shut all that down. She thought Sharp

stalking her.

You know, if you find her, you might
want to tell her her mother would love

hear from her.

Of course.

Do you have a photo of Lucy that we
could see?

Yeah.

Gap in those crooked old teeth.

Couldn't afford braces.

Wouldn't you know what to look now?

I'll get the kettle.

For quite this while, we've seen that
gap before.

Her teeth are chained up.

I'm sorry.

Lucy George's mother was not an
eyewitness.

Theo. This is not enough for a DNA war.

Come on, the dental records prove that
Lucy George is our Jane Doe. Lucy knew

what Sharp was all about. She wasn't
afraid to talk, and then she's just

It's a credible theory, but I need this
to be tight, airtight. This guy has a

huge team of lawyers.

Yeah, well, our laws apply to the rich
as well. We all seem to forget that.

Billionaires get a free pass, yet over
and over again, we bear witness to the

horrific misconduct of unchecked wealth.
That's why I'm being extra careful.

Which is why I'm done with careful.

We don't need a DNA warrant for Sharp.

Frankie. We need to get this guy.

Frankie. Frankie.

Well, you're about to be very, very
busy.

Cheers.

Roach will talk to your agent and we'll
start booking you.

Hey, kid.

Take your break.

Put that down.

Oh, my goodness.

What's happening here, folks?

Detective Graff was just about to
forfeit his career.

You really should listen to my lawyer.
That tracks.

Do not spend time alone with this man.
Tell your friends. What do you mean?

It's all right. She has a contract.

He likes the invisible ones that nobody
will miss. The ones with big dreams and

no chance. But you know what's got me
wondering?

Is what happened in New York?

What pushed you over the edge of the
murder?

Did something humiliate you to make you
want to go further?

Did Laura Johnson reject you? Tell you
that, uh...

You're old enough to be her dad.

Or maybe he had some performance issues.

Is that why you started taking
testosterone?

Whatever it is that made you snap.

It awoke something in you, didn't it?
Something dark, something you like. Oh,

please. You know, you really didn't need
to resort to burglary here, detective.

If you want my DNA, I'll give it to you.

I don't know any Laura Johnson, and I
have nothing to hide.

Sharp, we need to talk. I'm listening.

The cops are asking questions about ink.

Come on.

Sharp,

get off him.

Sharp, get off him!

What?

What the hell, man?

Good job, bro.

I know you.

You need to stop worrying.

Worrying causes wrinkles.

Look at me.

I feel like a teenager.

You know why?

Because I have nothing to worry about.

Okay?

I think we should get down there. He
knows where we're coming from. It's

just parked a spin team outside his
headquarters. The second we get

that the DNA... What?

It's not a match.

How is that possible?

Blood samples from the body in New York
didn't match Sharp's cheek swab.

Come on, you can't be serious. I
reviewed your evidence.

You have no prosecutable case at this
time. I know everything points to Sharp.

Sharp willingly gave you a cheek swab
and the DNA did not match the blood left

at the murder scene that you claim was
his first kill.

He did, didn't he? Did what?

He gave us a cheek swab.

Willingly.

Handed it right over.

Yeah, Lucy, you in the building?

Okay, can you meet us in the kitchen
ASAP?

Hey, you want to fill me in? Well, it's
going to sound a little weird, but just

bear with me. I always do.

Doris George's statement, the fetuses,
they're full of stem cells. Yeah, I'm

so sure how reliable... Sharp's
willingly gave us his DNA. Why?

Because he knew it wouldn't match.

Wait, do you think it wasn't Sharp's DNA
at the crime scene in New York?

Well, it was his DNA, his blood DNA.

Because Sharp is a chimera. From Greek
mythology, the lion and the serpent

together, two beings in the same body.

Chimerism in humans refers to somebody
who's had a stem cell transplant,

something that Sharp was experimenting
with in his fight against aging. Okay,

I'm with you. Just take it back a little
bit. Here.

When somebody has a stem cell
transplant, their DNA is... May I?

By the donor's DNA.

Take it away. It's true.

But only the DNA and the blood.

He has two sets of DNA. The other cells,
skin or saliva from a cheek swab won't

change. So he gave us his saliva because
he knew it wouldn't match the blood

found on Lord Johnson in New York?

Which contained his donor's DNA. And
that's why he cut and cleaned their

fingernails. Because the skin cells
underneath would have Sharp's original

At that lab in Honduras.

He took the stem cells and changed his
blood. We need to find the donor or the

records.

We've just got to prove it.

You can start in the hallway, thanks.
Oh, and mix some bleach into the floor

cleaner for me.

Thank you.

That's oddly nostalgic for me. My mother
used to use it to keep the neighbor's

pig farm at bay.

You know we could have fought the DNA.

Are you kidding me? I miss all the fun.

I wish I could see the look on that
detective's face when he saw the

mean, Brightwood. You know, if I thought
I was going to live forever, I'd try to

avoid life in prison, Sheriff.

Well, here's an idea. Why don't you fix
it, Roach?

Or don't. Whatever. I'm on a plane in a
few hours anyway.

So here's a lab burnt down nine years
ago.

The records were incinerated. It was
arson, and they never solved it.

What about permits? I mean, he must have
detailed the procedures he'd be doing.

Well, I'm getting the impression that
101 law is lax to those with means.

Wait a minute.

We got a sexual assault complaint
against Sharpe from 2012, but Graf,

testified on his behalf to quash the
charge.

I knew she was hiding something.

You think she knows what happened at the
lab?

I think she knows everything.

Ah, Miss Lee, thanks for coming.

Hey, would you like to finish that at
all? The rest of your meal? Yeah, my

were bigger than my stomach. It's just I
noticed how you saved that salad.

It was a bit of a tell.

My grandfather, he grew up during the
Depression. He never left anything on

plate. Even the way dentures were back
then, it wasn't a pretty sight, let me

tell you. No, he knew poor, just like
you.

Excuse me? No hint of an accent. I never
thought to look for you in Honduras.

One second. Sorry.

It's my partner.

She says there's a cleaning van outside
Sharp's office. I wonder what that's

about. You said you had information on
Lucy George?

Oh, yes, I do. Please take a seat.

First, I'd like to talk to you about
your home in Honduras, or,

well, your lack thereof.

Detective, I don't like your tone.

What about Dorian Sharp? You like him?

I mean, he hired you from off the
street. You were homeless, correct?

Sleeping rough?

Yes, actually.

I was.

At that point in my life, I was lucky if
I could sleep in a public bathroom.

And then you had your own bathroom.
Sharp lifted you out of poverty and

you opportunities beyond your wildest
dreams. How could you say no to him, to

anything he passed?

So when he needed you to discredit a
woman's sexual assault allegation... I

the truth.

That woman was lying. I understand. You
were just a kid and you cared about him.

He was more than just an employer.

He was a savior of sorts. But that does
not give him the right to exploit you,

to abuse you. Detective Graff, the
relationship that I have with Dorian

purely professional.

It's okay, Sonoya.

I know what happened in Honduras.

Dorian Sharp's the bad guy here, and for
that I'm sorry.

Does this feel familiar?

What's happening here?

What I just did. A couple of low blows
and... Build you back up again, make you

feel safe.

Because that's what monsters like Sharp
do. They break you down and then they

put you back together. Okay, I want my
lawyer. Oh, what, Vincent Roach? Yeah,

sure. Isn't he on Sharp's payroll, too?

I mean, he's a paid servant, just like
you. I'm not a servant. No, what are you

then? I'm a survivor.

No, you're a chimera, just like Sharp.
Except for you, it's part predator, part

prey. It's how you survived.

You needed those young women to shoulder
the burden of what he was doing to you.

I didn't know such thing.

Sure you did.

No, you didn't write the menu, but you
served those women up on a plate. You

the beast.

And as the world changed, as women's
eyes were opened to the horrors that

for them, behind closed doors, you were
the lure sharp needed.

A false beacon calling vulnerable young
women to their deaths. No.

Laura Johnson, brutally murdered in New
York.

And bingo, you have your own modeling
agency.

Freya Klein, a stranger to this country,
tossed into a dumpster. He met Freya

about an ad campaign. Campaign that, uh,
poof, magically disappeared along with

her. And, uh, where's Lucy, George?

Lucy went to California. No, Lucy went
into landfill. And it broke her mother's

heart when we identified her remains.

Take a look.

How did you describe Ainsley Scott
again?

Starry -eyed.

Reminded you of yourself.

He said he saw spirits in her. So I
drove her to his office.

I was helping her. Oh, you were helping
her. You drove her to a meeting, a go

-see, in the middle of the night. Didn't
she find that a little odd?

Was she scared?

What did you tell her to ease her fears,
to get her to cross that dark

threshold?

Imagine those.

Those starry eyes, yeah?

As he pushed his elbow down onto her
throat and stole her last breath. Stop

Oh, that man, he loves to pack. I didn't
know what he was doing. You gonna bring

on the waterworks? Sure, go ahead, hey.

Okay, there's one for Lucy, there's one
for Laura, and there's one for Freya,

and both.

Damn it, take them all, you earned them.
I was helping them.

Were you?

I was helping them. No, you weren't.

But you can't.

You can't help them. Right now, I need
to know how Sharp changed his blood.

It was a stem cell transplant, wasn't
it? At the lab in Honduras.

Sonoya, I need proof. I need the name of
the donor. I don't have... It's the

only way we can connect Sharp to the
bloody left on Laura Johnson. I can't.

Because... Because what? Because the
donor died.

He made me get rid of my baby.

And he used the stem cells to heal
himself.

I'm sorry.

But you can't help those women now.

You can bring them justice.

You can bring justice to the women he
killed.

Your blood is your testimony.

Toronto Police.

I need you to stop what you're doing.
Now.

Dorian Sharp.

You're not going anywhere this time.

Are we really going to go through this
charade?

Excuse me, I'm late.

How's that feel?

We're going to need another sample.

Blood, this time.

Should be a 50 % match for Sonoya.

I updated Detective Michaels in New
York.

Thanks. Sharp made his fortune making
women's clothes, and he used it to steal

their boys.

Well, for those women.

Finally got a chance to say something
about it.

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