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In Toronto's war on crime,

the worst offenders are pursued by the detectives

of the Specialized Criminal Investigations Unit.

These are their stories.

Barbara, you should've brought flowers

for her birthday.

I don't need flowers.

I need news, Detective Michaels.

I can't go on like this.

We've run out of leads.

Find new ones.

Let's go.

Looking good, Ainsley.

Alright.

Love that pose.

Alright, I think we're done.

Stay for a drink?

Thanks, Riley, but I think I'm just gonna go.

Everything okay?

Sure.

Never gonna be hotter than I am now, right?

♪ Gonna be the last girls at the party ♪

♪ Gonna be the last girls

♪ I might need a smoke break

♪ 'Cause you miss out on the shots that you don't take ♪

Stunning.

The clothes or the ladies, Craig?

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

♪ Everyone's gone home

No open drinks near the samples!

Hey, Ainsley, is that your name?

The girls have to get ready for the finale. Help them.

Be helpful.

Hold this.

Are you even in the right look?!

It's the last flavor.

Tanya, this is not what I expected!

Hey, ladies? Eyes on me, please.

Remember what we talked about. Powerful and fluid.

Let's have some fun.

Mr. Sharpe.

Excuse me.

♪ It's only three, right? It's only four, right? ♪

♪ It's only five, right? It's only six, right? ♪

♪ Gonna be the last girls at the party ♪

♪ No hard feelings

♪ We're not leaving

♪ While you're sleeping ♪

You wish you were out there?

No, I appreciate this job.

But, yeah.

Well, we'll have lunch on Monday

and we'll talk about your future.

You can still get me into the after-party, right?

Oh, my God.

I'm leaving and you should too.

It's about to become hunting hour.

The plus one remains.

Oh, uh, sorry.

It's okay. Let me get you another.

- Are you a designer? - Cosmetic surgeon.

Mm.

I'm 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 portfolio--

- Get ahold of yourself. - Take this down!

Hey, I am working right now, okay? Hey! What are you...

Don't touch her!

Whoa, whoa, Riley.

Let's get back to work. Right now.

Hey.

I think it's time to call it a night, okay?

Frank, take care of this?

Come on. Let's get you out of here.

Help! Help! Help!

Stop, stop!

Wait, wait, wait, stop! Stop!

This is the new east end hectare.

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 dumped into the old site,

we never would have seen her.

- Lucky. - Yeah.

Was thinking I would buy a lotto ticket on my way home.

Yeah, 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 tops?

Bruising on the throat.

Petechial 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 postmortem manicure.

No trace evidence.

These marks on her body, they're not bruises.

Stains maybe?

These scrapes, they didn't bleed,

they were made postmortem.

Maybe the killer dragged her after she was killed.

A 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.

Graff.

Rear axle, another tarp.

That loader could have dragged her.

Ainsley Scott, Elmira, Ontario.

She was to turn 19 next week.

So if that isn't exactly where she was dumped,

does that mean we're looking at more than just the east end?

If she was dragged from a different hectare.

She could have been thrown into 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.

Uh, her mother passed five years ago,

a drunk driver.

She had Ainsley in dance and acting classes

before her first holy communion.

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 evading eye contact,

rubbing your neck with one hand, nodding.

That's the Holy Trinity of non-verbal guilt right there.

Are you insinuating 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 headshots.

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?

Um, did she tell you what that, uh, big break was?

I didn't wanna jinx it.

Here.

I'll give you a moment.

If Ainsley's body was dumped here,

she was picked up on Friday.

- Oh. - Thank you.

I got it. Here. - Thank you.

Sorry, detectives. 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 his elbow or forearm

and put his entire body weight on top of her

to close her airway.

Vaginal injuries, tearing,

all consistent with sexual assault,

but an absence of seminal fluid.

The killer wore a condom. There's residue.

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 those who find gratification in the act of killing itself.

The latter are planners. Harder to catch.

Explains the condom

and the clipping and cleaning of the fingernails.

What about those, uh, those blue marks on her skin?

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

Is this the trash from ident?

Yeah.

They appear to be mostly fabric swatches.

See the light pass through?

There's pilling. It's cheap.

Disperse blue.

A derivative dye often used in outdoor textiles.

Exactly. Outdoor blankets, tablecloths.

When, uh, clothing manufacturers use it to cut costs,

given the right moisture conditions, it can stain skin.

Huh. Okay, so these swatches

were caught up in the tarp she was wrapped in,

so what are we thinking? Dumpster from a fabric store?

Clothing manufacturer, textile mill,

somewhere that has its trash collected on Mondays

and no doubt a, uh, 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.

Call in the ident team?

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

Bateman.

Call them in.

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 employee?

No, they didn't recognize Ainsley from the photographs.

They're mostly older women, new Canadians.

Probably don't wanna 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 the 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.

New visitor.

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've been

before the load 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 this cell.

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

Up to 15 feet.

30 in the water.

Hmm.

We got another one deeper down!

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,

asphyxia with a fractured larynx.

There's no ID 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've been in pretty bad shape

if we needed a computer to tell us what she looked like.

Yeah. That still places her body in the landfill

for about a year.

All three were sexually assaulted,

all three had their fingernails clipped.

Same MO, same killer.

A year ago, a month ago, and now.

His offense cycle is speeding up and we know that, uh,

serial killers refine their methods over time,

but this guy, no mess, no DNA.

We haven't found his first kill.

Anything else connecting these three women?

Well, Freya Klein's parents

said she mentioned something about an ad campaign

and Ainsley just got new headshots.

Now, Ainsley's headshot, though, that-that's full body.

That could indicate fashion model.

Hmm, fashion models do ad campaigns.

And Jane Doe's got a gap in her teeth. That's a thing.

Just like supermodel Lara 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, uh,

to express it?

What's this? Little black dress.

This was in Ainsley's purse?

- Yeah. - Perhaps we hit the runway,

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 Branzino for decades.

Walk and talk. Next model!

I have five designers a night, five nights...

No! No! Can we try to have a heartbeat?

Excuse me, uh, do you recognize this woman?

No.

What about her?

Ainsley was a PA opening night.

Dorian Sharpe'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?

The modeling agent. Senoia Lee.

She's around somewhere.

Check the bar.

This is awful. Yes, I knew her.

Ainsley wanted me to rep her.

She was, uh, persistent.

I-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.

- How 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, uh, an altercation with, uh,

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.

Well, Ainsley's dad said she couldn't afford headshots.

Maybe Riley Chan has a side hustle?

She attacked me.

I'd just done her headshots. For free.

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

...a price.

- An exchange. - Tradesies?

Yeah, we found other women on your Quiet Night 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 know,

you're the last person to see Ainsley alive.

Me and a bunch of other people.

She was drunk.

Dorian Sharpe kicked her out himself.

Well, you being such a nice guy,

I bet you walked her out and got her a cab.

- I was working. - You got proof?

- Photos from the after-party. - Well, let's see them.

- Signed an NDA. - Oh, well, then...

Riley. You're going down

for distributing pornography without consent.

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 Maddox.

Cosmetic surgeon to the elite.

He walked her 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 at 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, it's the epidemic of our times.

These Sharpe parties sure look wild.

Wilder than the ones the TPD throw at Christmas.

That's how 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.

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 your lonesome?

I met my wife at a Sharpe party.

- Oh, yeah? - Years ago.

He flew me down when he had his place in Honduras.

Introduced me to a pretty girl from back home.

She was a model.

Oh, so you and Sharpe are close?

I'm his doctor.

Hmm, an artist with a Botox brush.

- Sharpe doesn't like aging. - Oh.

And what else, um, stops aging?

Seriously, I'd like to know.

What do you do for these guys?

Yeah, 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, hyper sex drive--

Not at a legal dose.

Right, because if you were to inject a man

with more than the legal dose and that man were to, say, uh,

hurt a woman, that would make you a--

An accomplice.

You ever inject yourself?

As a lark?

- Do I need to call a lawyer? - No.

That one's on me.

I crossed a line, alright? Bring it in, I'm sorry.

Yeah. Okay.

So we giving out hugs now or...

Ainsley fought back. Why else would the killer

have clipped and 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 wince.

Not once.

Only when I mentioned the testosterone treatment.

So, who you thinking?

Grandiose sense of self is a trait

of the power control serial killer above the rules.

We've been looking at the players,

might be time to consider who built the playground.

You're talking about Dorian Sharpe.

Mm-hmm.

There he is.

Dorian.

I didn't see you on the schedule.

Yeah, the girls fit me in.

Fashion week's really doing a number on my energy.

Need a little pick me up.

Sure, we can do a milligram of B12.

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

Well, if you want to do testosterone,

we're gonna need to stay below 200.

- Why is that? - I'm concerned.

About your heart, your liver.

Oh, okay.

Well, I appreciate the concern, Frank, I really do,

but let's just stick with the regular dosage, okay?

We can discuss cutting back another time.

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 or...

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

...it'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.

Hmm, what about Sharpe? Is he harmless?

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

And did he ever...

No, at uh... 22,

I was a little long in the tooth for him.

But I heard stories about the kind of sex he was into.

That it 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, uh,

consensual wouldn't be the first word that comes to mind.

You think Sharpe's capable of murder?

Uh, Wendy,

Dorian Sharpe 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 his victims, Detective.

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 story.

There is no protection.

Against that kind of money and power?

You know, I always got a bad vibe off Sharpe,

but he wasn't dangerous...

until he was in an expensive suit.

An expensive suit?

What was he wearing before that?

Coveralls, I suppose.

He started out in some textile mill

in 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 were creative director,

so why'd you leave?

Atelier stripped my designs of their most interesting aspects,

so, um, yeah, I left.

Came home. Started my own empire.

Do you know this woman?

Nope. I don't think so.

No? 'Cause you asked her to leave your party.

Well, I ask lots of young ladies to leave my parties.

There's a certain decorum

that I think might have skipped this generation.

Huh. What about her?

Have you ever seen her before?

Doesn't look like a model, so, no, I don't think so.

Her name is Freya Klein.

She was also found in the landfill, 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 long 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

and 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.

Hmm, 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 Sharpe's office?

- Yeah, we did. - We believe it matches

the necklace Ainsley Scott was wearing the night she died.

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 does that timeline tell us?

Uh, 2010, after his career took off in New York,

Sharpe bought an estate on Roatan Island in Honduras.

It was fast becoming a, uh, medical tourism destination

for the wealthy.

In 2013, he funded an anti-aging lab there

that was doing some pretty questionable legal things

with stem cells.

Even bragged to the New Yorker that,

"He discovered the Fountain of Youth."

But no missing women in Honduras?

Ah, police say no, but we're gonna keep digging.

Then in May 2021, Sharpe leaves New York

and returns to Canada to go out on his own.

But we haven't found any other murders that match his MO,

at least, none connected to fashion--

Wait, wait, I was wrong.

We do have murders that match his MO?

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.

In May 2021.

May 2021...

When did he start his operation in Toronto?

Not until...

August 2021, three months later.

Hmm. 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.

And narrow it to, uh, 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 Michaels, 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?

Uh... 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 her.

Of course, Detective Michaels. You'll be our first call.

- Thank you. - Appreciate it.

Okay, we need a warrant for Sharpe's DNA.

It's bound to be a match.

To get a DNA warrant on someone like Sharpe,

you'll need at least one woman

to corroborate Wendy Maddox's sexual assault implication--

We're gonna be dealing with fear, intimidation--

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 that Sharpe assaults women.

But maybe I wouldn't.

Your clients wouldn't come to you?

They might be afraid that what I would do would cost them work.

Like, get him arrested. Which I would.

Ms. Lee, of all the models we contacted,

there were three that we couldn't reach

and they were all your clients.

Uh, Anna Trident, Joy Williams,

Lucy George?

Becca, remember, in the fridge, okay?

Not in the bin.

Uh, yes, Anna. She got cancelled, poor thing.

Uh, Joy, she tragically took her own life.

And Lucy George,

uh, I haven't heard from her in ages.

I'm really sorry, detectives.

Should I answer 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 Sharpe 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?

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

Wild things like... what?

Look, Doris, anything you say might help us.

Oh, Lord, uh...

Stuff like he was forcing pregnant women

to get rid of their babies,

so he could steal the fetus' stem cells.

I told her, "Lucy, you sound crazy as a loon."

And you didn't want her to speak up?

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 into movies?

I don't have her Los Angeles phone number.

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

Well, she's not on social media?

No, she shut all that down.

She thought Sharpe was stalking her.

You know if you find her, you might want to tell her

her mother would love to hear from her.

Of course.

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

Yeah.

Gap in those crooked old teeth. Couldn't afford braces.

Wouldn't you know, it's the look now.

I'll get the kettle.

That's quite the smile...

We've seen that gap before.

Lucy is our Jane Doe.

I'm sorry, Lucy George's mother is not an eye witness.

Theo...

There's just not enough for a DNA warrant.

Come on, the dental records prove

that Lucy George is our Jane Doe.

Lucy knew what Sharpe was all about.

She wasn't afraid to talk and then she's just gone.

It's a credible theory,

but I need this to be tight, airtight.

This guy has a huge team of lawyers.

Yeah, but 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, uh,

horrific misconduct of unchecked wealth.

That's why I'm being extra careful.

Which I why I'm done with careful.

We don't need a DNA warrant for Sharpe.

- 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, uh, what's happening here, folks?

Hmm, Detective Graff was just about to forfeit his career.

Ah, you really should listen to my lawyer.

That tracks.

Do not spend time alone with this man.

Tell your friends. - What do you mean?

- No, no-- - It's alright,

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 gotten me wondering,

is what happened in New York?

Huh?

What pushed you over the edge to murder?

Did something humiliate you to make you wanna 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 liked.

Oh, please, you know you really didn't need to resort to,

uh, burglary here, detectives.

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

I don't know any Laura Johnson

and I have nothing to hide.

- Sharpe, we need to talk. - I'm listening.

The cops are asking questions about Ainsley.

Come on.

Sharpe. Get off him.

Sharpe! Get off him!

Hey, what?

- What the hell, man? - Good job, bro.

Senoia, 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 we're coming for him--

It's okay, I just parked a spin team outside

his headquarters, the second we get confirmation that the DNA...

What?

It's not a match.

How is that possible?

Blood sample from the body in New York

didn't match Sharpe's cheek's swab.

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

You have no prosecutable case at this time.

Theo, everything points to Sharpe.

Sharpe willingly gave you a cheek swab

and the DNA did not match the blood left

at the murder scene that you claimed 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, uh, wanna fill me in?

Well, this is gonna 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 not so sure how reliable--

Sharpe willingly gave us his DNA. Why?

Because he knew it wouldn't match.

Wait. So you're saying it wasn't Sharpe's DNA

at the crime scene in New York?

Well, it was his DNA, his blood DNA.

Because Sharpe is a chimera from great mythology.

The lion and the serpent together,

two beings in the same body.

Chimeras in humans refers to somebody

who's had a stem cell transplant.

Something that Sharpe was experimenting with

in his fight against aging.

Okay, uh, I'm with you.

Just take it back a little bit. - Here.

Hmm.

When somebody has a stem cell transplant,

their DNA is... May I?

Replaced by the donor's DNA.

Take it away, Da Silva.

It's true.

But only the DNA in the blood.

He has two sets of DNA, the other cell 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 Laura 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 Sharpe's original DNA.

Like that lab in Honduras?

He took the stem cells and change his blood.

We need to find the donor or the records.

We just gotta prove it.

Uh, 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, uh,

keep the neighbor's pig farm at bay.

You know, we could have fought the DNA.

Are you kidding me?

And miss all the fun?

I wish I could see the look

on that Detective's face when he saw the results,

I mean...

Priceless. - You know,

if I thought I was gonna live forever,

I'd try to avoid life in prison, Sharpe.

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.

Says here the 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've detailed the procedures he'd be doing.

Well, I'm getting the impression that Honduran law is,

uh, lax to those with means.

Wait a minute.

We got a sexual assault complaint

against Sharpe from 2012,

but Graff, look who testified

on his behalf to cross the charge.

I knew she was hiding something.

You think she knows what happened at the lab?

I think she knows everything.

Ah, Ms. Lee, thanks for coming.

Hey, would you like to finish that at all?

The rest of your meal?

Yeah, my eyes were bigger than my stomach.

It's just I noticed how you saved that, uh, that salad.

Was a bit of a tell.

My grandfather, he grew up during the Depression,

he never left anything on his plate.

Given 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.

Hmm.

Oh.

One second, sorry.

It's my partner.

She says there's, uh, there's a cleaning van

outside Sharpe's office, I wonder what that's about.

You said you had information on Lucy George?

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

But first, I would, uh, I'd like to talk to you about, uh,

your home in, uh, Honduras, or, well, your lack thereof.

Detective, I don't like your tone.

What about Dorian Sharpe? 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.

Sharpe lifted you out of poverty and offered you opportunities

beyond your wildest dreams.

How could you say no to him?

To anything he asked.

So when he needed you to, uh,

discredit a woman's sexual assault allegation--

I told the truth. That woman was lying.

I understand. You were...

...just a kid and you cared about him.

And 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 Sharpe

is purely professional.

It's okay, Senoia.

I know what happened in Honduras.

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

Does this feel familiar?

What's happening here? What I just did?

Couple of low blows and build you back up again,

make you feel safe.

'Cause that's what monsters like Sharpe do.

They break you down and then they put you back together.

Okay, I want my lawyer.

Oh, what, uh, Vincent Roach? Yeah, sure.

Isn't he on Sharpe's payroll too?

I mean, he's, uh, a paid servant just like you--

- I'm not a servant. - Oh, what are you then?

- I'm a survivor. - No, you're a chimera

just like Sharpe, 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 did no such thing.

Sure you did.

Oh, you didn't write the menu,

but you served those women up on a plate.

You fed the beast and as the world changed,

as women's eyes were opened to the horrors that waited for them

behind closed doors,

you were the lure Sharpe 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 modelling 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 the landfill!

And it broke her mother's heart when we identified her remains.

Take a look!

How did you describe Ainsley Scott again, huh?

Starry-eyed, reminded you of yourself.

He said he saw spirit 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 you find that a little odd?

Was she scared?

What did you tell her to... 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 it!

Oh, that man, he loves a pattern.

I didn't know what he was doing!

You're 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 boom,

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. You can help them.

Right now, I need to know how Sharpe changed his blood.

It was a stem cell transplant, wasn't it?

At the lab in Honduras.

Senoia, I need proof. I need the name of the donor.

- I don't have-- - It's the only way

we can connect Sharpe to the blood left

on Laura Johnson-- - I can't!

- Why? - Because!

Because what?

Because the donor died!

He made me get rid of my baby.

And he... he used to stem cells to heal himself.

Look, um... I'm sorry.

But you can help those women now.

You can bring them justice.

You can bring justice to the women he killed.

Senoia,

your blood is your testimony.

Toronto police. I need you to stop what you're doing.

Now.

Dorian Sharpe, you're not going anywhere this time.

Are we really

gonna go through this charade?

Excuse me, I'm late.

How's that feel?

We're gonna need another sample.

Blood this time.

Should be a 50% match for Senoia.

I updated Detective Michaels in New York.

Thanks.

Sharpe made his fortune making women's clothes.

And he used it to steal their voice.

Well, four of those women

finally got a chance to say something about it.

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