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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.

♪ stay, wanna go

♪ Wanna stay, wanna go

♪ I don't know what to say, I wanna throw it all away ♪

♪ I feel like a zombie

♪ I'll die at the party

♪ Yeah, you'll find my body

♪ fully covered in confetti

♪ I tried calling... ♪

Come on, Ivy. Stay for one more song.

No, Amy.

Uh, seriously, I have to go.

I have class tomorrow at nine.

You're literally acing every course,

you can take a morning off.

What? Is something wrong?

Is-is it Rob? - No. I'm fine.

Go sing, I'll see you at home.

Go!

Go. Okay.

- Uh, can I close my tab? - Sure.

No whole lotta love tonight?

- What?

- Nothing.

Here.

Rob, stop calling. I'm not at Tempo.

Ivy, if you're still feeling this way,

maybe you should take a break.

Go see your parents.

So you think I should just run away from my problems?

No. I think you need to manage your stress.

But you don't think this is real, do you?

Like, I'm not living in some fantasy world, Dr. Nielson!

- I didn't say that, Ivy.

Come. Sit.

Please.

I think you should consider

doing what's best for you in this situation.

- I know what's best for me.

And I'm not going anywhere.

Everyone's looking at this all wrong.

I've done the test.

These wounds were made by something easily accessible.

Um, a steak knife. A pairing knife.

So, you think the killer was in the house with her.

Followed her out?

- Why? Is that what you think?

Come on.

Please, Ivy. Help me out.

Why would someone stab this woman seven times?

Passion makes people do

irrational things, Morris. And you'd know that

if you didn't spend all your time playing with knives.

Okay, so what is it then? I wanna possess you,

be you, so... I'm gonna kill you?

- Hello?

Uh, yes, yes. Thank you for calling back.

Uh, yeah, I can be there.

Is that your, uh, mystery lead?

Uh, you're sure that's what you heard?

- Yes. I'm certain.

Who else have you told about this?

- You're the first.

Rob, what the hell are you doing?

I just... wanna talk.

Been avoiding me.

We've talked for months. You don't listen.

We broke up.

Okay, but... what if I didn't want to?

- Hey, it's me.

Great work. I just think that maybe...

our last chapter needs a bit more muscle.

I mean, I know you're all about the subtlety and that's awesome,

but I think that if we're gonna make waves,

we need to hit it harder.

That's my thought. Anyway, I'll see you soon.

Amy? Are you home? I need to talk to you.

Amy?

Amy, I'm on my way to campus to find you.

Call me as soon as you...

Hello? Campus Services.

What's your emergency? Hello?

Campus Security got a call from this phone at 11:22,

but there was nobody on the line.

They sent somebody at 11:30,

thinking it was a prank.

- No such luck. - Yeah.

- Ivy Abbott, 20 years old.

Dean says she's a third-year

Criminology Major.

She's got a 4.0 GPA.

- Smart kid.

- You talked to the parents yet?

- Yeah. They're both academics.

They're in Edinburg for a year, they're flying back today.

Ivy was their only kid.

So...

what sent Ivy Abbott to an emergency phone

in the middle of the night?

- Well, her cell phone died.

- Uh... here.

See if it'll charge.

- Oh, great. Thanks.

I wonder if someone was following her.

Well, these indentations between her fingers.

Could be she tried to arm herself?

Maybe with her keys for protection.

Okay, so, she runs to the phone to call for help,

but the killer

stabs her in the neck and then drags her

and flips her over.

Keeps stabbing.

The wound to her neck would've been fatal.

The six stabs on her back, that was anger.

This was personal.

You found a weapon?

- Uh, no. Nothing yet.

Anything on her person that could account for this?

Looks like rope burn.

No, we just found her wallet, keys, and her phone.

Oh, it's charged.

Thanks.

Hey.

"What do you mean you're too scared to stay home. Call me."

Ivy said she was coming back to our apartment.

I was studying on campus till midnight.

My phone was on Do Not Disturb.

And when I got Ivy's voicemail...

...I texted her and she didn't respond.

I ran home, then I found this.

I tried to blow them all out, but there are so many.

Amy, is there anyone we can call?

Can I text my mom?

- Of course.

Amy, has anything like this happened before?

The first time there were just a couple of candles.

Then a few more.

It's the third time.

I've never been so scared.

Do you have any idea who might have done this?

Yeah, I figured it was Rob. Ivy's ex.

I-it started a couple months ago when they broke up.

Did Ivy ever inform the police?

Yeah, she tried. The cop at the station

said that it's not a crime

to leave something outside of someone's house.

Yeah... Sweetheart, I'm so sorry to hear that.

Do you think this was some grand gesture to try to get Ivy back?

- We tried every other way.

Constant calling, texting. Guy's unhinged.

What, you think I did something to Ivy?

No, no. I would never hurt her.

Well, what do you know about this, huh?

It's got quite the distinctive scent.

Cedar, cannabis, Canadian wildflowers.

And a hundred of these were left on

Ivy's patio last night. - That's crazy.

Where were you last night, Rob?

- I was at the Madison.

Got there at, like, 10 PM with a few buddies.

We stayed until, I don't know, 1:30?

Get back here with Kailey.

She just left. - Kailey?

I'm trying to see new people. Get over Ivy.

Best six months of my life were with her.

- So why did you break up?

I don't know, I...

She just pulled away. She broke up with me.

She wouldn't tell me why. She...

She shut down her social media, started to go to therapy,

which I thought was weird.

I mean, she never wanted to talk about her feelings before.

- Who's her therapist?

- Someone on campus.

Sarah something.

Ivy and I met four times in the last few months.

She was a great student.

Good kid.

Yeah, she needed someone to talk to.

Yes. She was stressed. Anxious.

Did this anxiety have anything to do with, uh,

unwanted attention?

A lot of female students seek out guidance

regarding harassment, Detective, and unfortunately

Ivy was no different.

Look, I... I wouldn't normally do this, but, um.

You can have my notes.

They might help. - Thank you.

Ivy was convinced that someone was following her.

She said that they left things outside of her apartment,

lurked near her place.

To be honest, I couldn't tell whether this was real

or whether it was some delusion

brought on by some underlying issue.

- It says here, "Possible BPD"

I'm assuming that's Borderline Personality Disorder?

Disordered sense of self, intense emotions...

- Relationship instability. Yes.

All motivated by a fear of abandonment.

But I wasn't sure because Ivy also exhibited traits

of Paranoid Personality Disorder.

Delusions, distrust.

And you never made an official diagnosis?

- No, no, and...

Considering what happened to her, I suppose I...

I got that all wrong.

Regardless, it would take me more than

four sessions to be sure. You know,

some folks go after this stuff with a hammer.

I paint in watercolour.

You know, it takes time.

Patience.

I wanted to help Ivy, I really did,

but I couldn't report the harassment for her.

Did Ivy ever describe this person?

The only thing that I remember her saying

is that he wore an army jacket.

- It's so sad, isn't it?

Did you know her?

She was my girlfriend.

- Oh, my God...

I'm so sorry.

Apparently, she tried to report it,

but the description of the guy was vague

and you know what they say about stalking.

Yes, homicide in slow motion.

Finished Ivy Abbott's autopsy.

The killer twisted the knife inside her neck

almost 180 degrees.

He sliced her carotid and her jugular?

Yeah. She bled out quickly.

I looked into those abrasions on her left hand,

there's thin fibres embedded. I sent them for testing.

Possibly clutching onto an object as a weapon

when the keys failed? - Maybe.

I once tried to fend off a subway perv using a debit card.

Yeah, I pretended ChapStick was pepper-spray.

It actually worked.

Her killer wasn't a stranger.

He had a personal connection with her.

Yeah, he either hated her or desired her.

Maybe he even felt a whole lotta love.

It's the name of the candle. Forensics just came back,

pinpointed a proprietary blend

of cedar, cannabis, and Canadian wildflowers.

Created by a Canadian company, Shy Wolf.

I called them and guess who bought 150 candles

using their credit card online?

Hope you have a reservation

'cause we're totally booked tonight.

Oh, I'm sure you can squeeze us in for, I don't know,

five minutes and 33 seconds?

Well, that's just enough time to do a hearty rendition

of Whole Lotta Love.

- Carter Harold, right?

That's you? - Yeah.

Well, seems recently you bought

a whole lotta these candles.

It's very expensive to just leave them all

in Ivy Abbott's backyard.

Come on, Carter. That's enough.

- I didn't kill Ivy, I swear.

- You sure?

'Cause you were stalking her.

Okay. I left the candles on the night she died.

On all those nights.

But I just wanted... - Wanted what?

Be her own personal boogeyman?

No. I wanted her to know that I cared about her.

The candles. They were a message.

They were named after a song we sang together.

You're telling me a 20-year-old

sang Led Zeppelin at karaoke?

- Not exactly. Um...

I was in a room on my own one night.

But then I heard a voice in the hall joining in.

I logged out and saw...

...her.

- Then you got hooked.

Pulled her address off her ID, went to her house,

started taking photos, lighting candles.

- She needed to know how I felt.

What about how she felt?

'Cause I'm pretty sure you terrified her.

Every. Single. Time.

See, I-I'm, uh, pretty new to this, so forgive me,

but you want us to believe you trespassed onto her property,

peaked through her windows

and took some pretty intrusive photos of her,

but then you didn't follow her to a deserted area,

stab her in the neck and in the back?

Carter, what did Ivy do when she saw the candles?

Answer the question.

- She ran away. Okay?

She obviously didn't like them. - Shocker.

So I left and I went to work a late shift at the bar.

Check the cameras, I was there by 11:15.

- We will.

Honestly, I wished I followed her.

I could've helped her.

Well, maybe it's not too late to help.

I mean, you followed her around, right?

- Yeah.

- What was she up to?

She was spending way too much time

at that Criminology building.

- She had classes there.

No, it's not just class. It's...

...something else.

Every day, she goes to some weird locked room

that only a few people had a key to.

- What's inside?

I don't know, but I think it's bad for her.

Very bad.

- Let me know when you're done.

That looks like a bunch of true crime nerds made a nest.

- Or the Cold Case Club.

They do seminars supervised by Professor Garrett Poole.

- What's the case?

The victim was Kat Berman, murdered in 2019.

Student at Queens University.

She was stabbed once in the neck.

- And six times... in the back.

Exactly like Ivy.

So Ivy Abbott was studying Kat Berman's murder

and ends up getting killed in exactly the same way?

Yeah, down to the twist of the knife.

Uh, take a look at Ivy's autopsy

and Kat's autopsy from six years ago.

Their fatal neck wounds were caused

by the exact same maneuver.

Followed by six stabs to the back.

The only difference was the marks on the hand.

Ivy had them, Kat did not.

You talk to Kingston PD?

Yeah, they gave us access to Kat's file,

but they haven't had a new lead in forever.

So, now we have two dead students,

similar ages, same wound.

Yeah. We might be looking at a serial murderer.

Or a copycat who knew the wound pattern well.

Maybe because they studied it at Cold Case Club.

- Ivy was an excellent student.

I'm sorry for your loss, Professor Poole.

Uh, profile told us she was in your Cold Case Club?

Yeah, one of only 10 kids selected.

- Yes, it was an invitation only

criminology seminar for third-year students

and Ivy was, yeah, she was doing incredibly well.

They all were.

So you thought your best and brightest

could solve Kat Berman's murder?

Uh, stump the Kingston PD?

No, it's more of a teaching exercise.

- Hmm. - So you take an unsolvable case

and give it to a bunch

of smart kids. - And see what they do with it.

Each bring their own expertise, their own point of view.

It's fascinating. - Hmm.

- And what was, uh, Ivy's angle?

Interpreting witness testimony.

- Hmm.

And what if, uh, a student

discovers a lead?

Well, then I would take it to the cold case unit,

but I've been using this one for a couple years now

and so far there are no new leads.

- Hmm.

But, uh, Ivy wanted to find one. Yeah.

Uh, we heard she spent quite a lot of time

in the seminar room after hours.

- Yes, they all did.

I told them they'd get top marks if they solved it

and they couldn't take the files home.

- Did those files include, uh,

Kat Berman's autopsy?

- Yes. Why?

Oh, we were wondering if any of the students were, uh,

taking the pathology angle?

- Cause of death. Injuries.

- Yes, Morris Lemay.

He's an aspiring forensic pathologist.

He was trying to recreate Kat Berman's wounds

using various unique methods.

- Many body pathologists

practise replicating knife wounds.

It's not weird.

So, does everyone work on Miss Piggy?

Well, they should. The consistency of pig flesh

is very close to human.

Well, funny. That's why we're here.

Morris, where were you the night Ivy died?

I didn't kill Ivy. I was with my parents. Here.

All night.

You can ask them.

- What's on your mind?

- If only I'd move faster.

Done better.

Could've found out who really did this and...

Ivy would still be alive.

Do you think Kat's killer murdered Ivy?

- Isn't it obvious?

Ivy probably figured out who did it.

You call yourself a detective...

Professor Poole says that there were no new leads.

Yeah, well, Professor Poole doesn't know everything.

Ivy finished reviewing witness testimony

and moved on to something that wasn't even assigned to her.

Something that no one was allowed to do.

- Interviewing real witnesses.

- How'd you know?

Oh, well, that's exactly what he would've done.

So, what was Ivy's strategy?

Ivy was really into victimology.

In particular, victim facilitation.

You know, the theory of what makes someone a target.

But nothing of the witness testimony

made it seem like Kat was a high-risk victim.

Just went to work and to school.

So Ivy wanted to know how the killer came into Kat's orbit.

Yeah. Ivy figured the perp was either an unassuming random,

a stalker...

Or someone Kat didn't want anyone else to know about.

Did Ivy find any new leads?

She went to meet a witness the day she died.

I saw the address she wrote down before she left.

Yes. Ivy Abbott came by here at 6 PM.

We chatted, she left.

I was here till 12.

I didn't even know her.

But Ivy thought that you might know Kat Berman.

- And where was this?

- Six years ago, I was living

in Kingston with my aunt and on the weekend I delivered

pizzas for a place called Max Dough.

And Ivy knew you were delivering pizzas to Kat?

She saw a photo of our pizza box in Kat's recycling.

Part of the case files, I guess.

- And Ivy wanted to know

if you ever saw anyone with Kat on the weekends?

Yes. And there was a guy there with her sometimes.

Definitely a boyfriend. - So Damien,

did you ever, uh, see a face, get a name?

No, but I heard his voice.

He was annoying.

Told the same story over and over.

So our pizza box was red, right?

Every time Kat took it inside,

he would make a comment on how it was

the exact same colour of his fancy cottage in Newfoundland.

So when I told Ivy about it, she got really tense.

Said she needed to talk to her professor right away.

- Hmm. Funny.

He didn't tell us that.

Morris. What are you doing here?

I, uh, came to grab some of my research.

- Well, you won't need it.

Out of respect for Ivy,

I'm cancelling this seminar for good.

But what about our grades?

Is that all you can think about? Your grades?

What kind of question is that, man?

What's wrong with you?

- Uh...

Uh, I'm sorry. You're right.

- Hang on, hang on.

I'm sorry. It's, um...

Marks are gonna be determined

based on the work that's already been submitted.

You're okay. Don't worry.

So you've never heard of Damien Aku.

No, Ivy never mentioned meeting anyone named,

Damien Aku and...

I would never condone reaching out to a stranger

about the cold case. - Really?

'Cause Damien told us that Ivy's first priority

was to report back to you about a new suspect.

Well, she may have sent an email.

Maybe it ended up in my junk box.

I don't know, my inbox is a mess.

I haven't had time to go through...

Sorry, this is the first new clue in years

and you haven't had time?

I'm saying I didn't know there was a new clue.

Oh, okay. Well, that's all right.

You know what, we can fill you in.

Uh, so Ivy found out that Kat had a secret boyfriend.

Now, we don't know his name.

Oh, but we do know that he owns some

pretty stunning property.

Yeah, a red cottage in Newfoundland.

- Kinda like this one.

Were you dating Kat Berman, Professor Poole?

And what did you do when Ivy found out?

We know he took a sabbatical from Osler in 2019,

moved to Kingston to write a book on the penitentiary.

Same year Kat was killed.

- Yeah, Kat worked in a library

that housed some of the penitentiary archives.

They might have met there.

We haven't confirmed it, but after Kat was killed,

Garrett Poole went back home

and eventually started the Cold Case Club.

It's possible he was simply interested in the case.

They lived in the same city.

Maybe he read about it in the newspaper...

Yes, but now we're thinking that he was sleeping with Kat.

So, he's either obsessed with the woman he loved...

Or he's a, uh, murdering narcissist who's

spent the last three years daring his students

to catch him.

Who the hell are we dealing with?

- We're about to find out.

Yes, I was sleeping with Kat Berman in 2019.

Our relationship has nothing to do with her murder.

I didn't kill her. I loved her.

You used her murder as fodder for a university class.

- I wanna solve the case. - So did Ivy.

And from the looks of it,

she got dangerously close to the truth.

Uh, we got a warrant to search your communication

and, oh, you weren't lying about your inbox being a mess.

But, uh, we found this in your trash.

- What is this, uh, Ivy's email?

The one that, uh, you couldn't find.

- Hmm. - It was sent

the night she was killed, but forgive me,

I-I left my glasses on my desk.

Perhaps you could read it out to us.

- "I know you were dating Kat."

This isn't what this looks like. Come on.

No? Because you deleted a very clear message from Ivy

that would give you a very clear motive for murder.

And let's face it, it might be easier just to get rid of her

than to, uh, have to track down and destroy

2,000 copies of a book with a very damning detail on it.

I did not kill Ivy out of some kind of self-preservation

because I did not kill Kat.

Do you understand?

- Then why would you lie to us?

Do you have any idea how hard it is

to be a male professor these days?

I did not want the fact that I slept with Kat to get out.

Okay? It's not because I killed her,

it's because I would be ruined. I'd be cancelled.

I would lose everything.

Yeah, but Ivy still knew.

Go after her?

- Yeah, your office is very,

very close to where she was killed.

Yeah, but I wasn't at my office.

- Where were you?

I was with a colleague at her office.

- Who? - Sarah Nielson.

I'm working with her on my new book.

I was with her from 9:30 to midnight.

Sarah Nielson the campus therapist?

Did you know that, um, Sarah was treating Ivy?

I mean...

Yes.

- How?

- 'Cause I introduced them.

Do you hand pick all your students' therapists?

Maybe you got your pal to talk to Ivy

for the same reason you trashed that email.

Because you didn't want the world to know

that you and Ivy were also in a sexual relationship.

Yeah, that would make you two for two.

That's two relationships, two students.

Both dead.

- Ivy never told me

that she and Garrett Poole were sleeping together.

I'd have to report that.

- Even though you're friends?

I think that outweighs friendships, Detective.

So do morals.

- And the night Ivy was killed?

Well, Garrett was with me in my office

till well after midnight.

We were working on his new book.

Whatever was happening with Ivy,

Garrett's telling the truth about that night.

That's helpful, Sarah. Thank you.

Did forensics come back on those fibres in Ivy's hand?

- I was just about to call you.

They're from a cord used in retractable key card fobs.

What, like the one Poole used to let us into his office?

It looked long enough to wrap around Ivy's hand,

cause rope burn.

I knew we shouldn't have let him go.

No, the man had an alibi, it was verified.

But if you find the cord, I can test it for Ivy's DNA.

- Thanks, Lucy. Standby.

Okay, you two. We need to be very strategic here

because whether or not there's DNA on that cord...

- Poole's alibi still stands.

However, in my experience, even the most

bulletproof of alibis will weaken

when faced with a fear of obstructing justice.

So if we tell ethical, moral Sarah

that we've got some evidence against Poole,

she might bend.

And if you gild the lily by showing her a little more

of the horror of the crime she's covering up...

- Hmm, she might break.

Can you, uh, put a SPIN team on Poole?

- Nothing I'd rather do.

Go break that alibi.

Garrett.

Thank God they released you. You okay?

- Yeah, I'm fine. I'm fine.

Thanks for talking to the cops. You're a lifesaver.

- Um...

Garrett.

- Yeah?

Is there anything that you wanna tell me?

- About what?

- About Ivy?

Garrett.

I just lied for you.

- Hey.

You know I didn't hurt her.

Right?

You know that.

Of course you didn't!

But... I... - But nothing.

Why should we give some myopic cop

anyone who have opportunity to pin this on me?

I left your office, I was out walking around the campus.

Ju-just processing all these great ideas that you had

for the last chapter, you know?

You're amazing, you know that, right?

- Oh, stop.

- God, I'm so lucky to have you.

- What do you mean?

I mean... you're loyal and you're...

You're faithful and you're...

you're so smart.

It's just pure.

There's no silliness.

There's no messy feelings getting in the way.

- Why are you showing me these?

Because we believe your friend Garrett Poole

did that to Ivy Abbott.

- That's-that's impossible.

I told you that we were together.

It's amazing what people will do to protect a friend.

What do you have in your pocket?

Come on, show me.

Okay, so you're by yourself.

It's nighttime.

Someone's following you.

Out of all of this, what do you use to defend yourself?

So they have a knife.

You have a pen.

I mean, compared to you right now,

Ivy was lucky. She had her keys on her.

Intertwined them between her fingers

in the hope that she could take a swing and then run.

But she didn't.

'Cause someone stabbed her in the side of the neck

before she got the chance.

Why would Garrett do this?

Well, Ivy learned that there was another student

he was involved with who also wound up dead.

Kat Berman, six years ago.

- There were more?

I knew about Ivy.

Wait. You knew that Poole was sleeping with Ivy?

Why are you wasting our time?

- Okay.

Ivy told me.

I was horrified, but I couldn't always trust what she said.

I told her it wasn't appropriate

and she told me that she was too scared to break up with him.

Now I could never imagine Garrett threatening a woman.

Well, this looks more than a threat, doesn't it?

- Garrett wouldn't... - Hurt anyone?

Come on, Sarah.

Predators don't just hide in the shadows.

They're in nice offices in nice homes,

in positions of power.

- And you are enabling him.

Why?

I didn't want Garrett to be ruined.

What if Garrett was telling the truth? What if Ivy was lying?

- But she wasn't.

So don't lie for him.

Garrett was in my office with my until 11 PM.

I'm sorry.

I never thought that he could do something like this,

so when he asked me to say that we were together until midnight,

I said okay.

- Detectives, a word.

SPIN team just called. Poole is on the move,

he's got a suitcase with him.

I'll deal with Sarah, you go.

There he is. We need his key fob.

- Doctor Poole.

Garrett Poole. Police. Stop!

What the hell is going on here?

I didn't do anything.

- We'll see about that.

Garrett Poole, you're under arrest

for the murder of Ivy Abbott.

- I was headed to Union Station.

I'm catching a train to go to Hudson Valley to see a friend.

I'm not guilty of anything.

- Well, the jury's out on that,

but we'll have a clearer picture

once forensics comes back with the key fob.

You see, we believe it was the last thing that

Ivy Abbott grabbed for before she died.

You knew it was only a matter of time

before Ivy outed you as Kat's killer,

so you got rid of her to save yourself!

I didn't kill Ivy!

I didn't kill Kat. I told you. I love them.

Both of them!

You preyed on two young students

and both have ended up dead.

Is that the results? The DNA test?

What does it say?

What does it say?

- Negative for Ivy's DNA.

- Yeah, I told you!

I told you I didn't kill anyone!

Then why did you ask a colleague

to fabricate an alibi for you?

- I didn't ask her to do that.

It was her idea.

So, she just came up with this whole plan all by herself.

Why?

- Sarah is a friend.

Okay? She's a close friend.

She adores me. She'd do anything for me.

So when we found out that Ivy was killed,

a student we both knew,

Sarah suggested that we just say we were together.

You know? Just to keep things tidy.

So one more time.

Where were you?

At 11 o'clock, I went out for a walk.

And Sarah stayed behind and worked on my edits.

Leaving you both alone

and unaccounted for at the time of Ivy Abbott's murder.

Let's get Sarah's interview up.

- Yeah, I'm on it.

What do you have in your pockets?

Come on, show me.

Hmm, okay, so.

You're alone. It's nighttime.

- The white key card.

It's not the official blue one the rest of the staff have.

It's temporary. - And she tried to hide it.

Which mean she got rid of her official card

and the fob that went with it.

- And as Poole said,

"She adores him. She'd do anything to help him."

Sarah Nielson was inside Ivy's head.

Yeah, she knew she could kill Ivy

and point the finger at any number of people in Ivy's life.

Even pointed you two toward a stalker.

And all the while, she was covering for Poole,

which also gave herself an alibi.

- That's some fancy footwork.

- Hmm. - But then for some reason,

she decided to throw Poole under the bus. Why?

Oh, 'cause we offered him up as a patsy.

And if Sarah's smart, uh, the only piece of hard evidence

that we hoped to test is long gone.

Finding that fob wouldn't help.

I'm Sarah's defence lawyer.

First thing I'd say,

everyone at Osler has that fob.

30,000 people could be your killer.

your client has no alibi.

She was in her office. Working.

The therapists' offices don't have cameras. I checked.

Thank you, Counselor, but I have the floor.

- Oh. - Hmm.

You don't have my client's prints on the murder weapon

because you don't have a murder weapon.

No sign of her on CCTV.

At least not a recognizable Sarah.

Okay, but what is a recognizable Sarah?

The woman is a cypher. I-I don't think I've seen

the real Sarah this entire time.

This... This could be the real Sarah.

Uh, this is Poole's one big book, right? Got him tenure,

but it doesn't read like his earlier papers.

Listen to this language:

"As Anna Freud posited in 1936,

defence mechanisms operate unconsciously

to protect the ego.

Repression, rejection, sublimation, displacement.

Sigmund Freud swung at these conditions with a hammer.

But Anna Freud believed in time, layers, and patience.

She unpacked these emotions with care

and painted them with a watercolour brush."

That's exactly what Sarah said to us when we first met.

You think that's her research?

- And she gave it all to Poole?

- Romantic isn't it? - Yeah, certainly is.

And that's how we break her.

Thanks for meeting me here, Sarah.

How you feeling?

- I-I'm a little stunned.

I can't believe Garrett said it was my idea

to lie about his alibi.

Yeah, well, we saw right through that.

Well, I'm just glad that you caught him.

Yeah.

But it's not over yet.

We still have to put him behind bars and...

And there are aspects of both Ivy and Kat's cases

that we just still don't understand, so

hoping you can help.

- Well, I don't know Kat.

- Oh, that's okay.

Kat's murder was almost exactly like Ivy's

and you know Ivy, you know Garrett.

You're the expert here, not me.

I'm-I'm so curious about your perspective.

Hmm, I've already told you everything I know.

Facts, yeah. But I'm looking for feelings.

And you were practically inside their heads.

I mean, you were Ivy's therapist and Garrett's muse.

What do you mean Garrett's muse?

Oh, Sarah. I... I read his book.

Those chapters on defence mechanisms, impulsivity,

emotional dysregulation.

That was all you.

No, no, no, no, no. That wasn't all me.

We worked-we worked together. - On your ideas?

- Well, I wanted to help him.

Yeah, like you helped him with his alibi?

It's okay. I know it's not your fault.

I think that Garrett was able to get away with these murders

because he manipulated his victims. You included.

This guy was very careful.

No, no. There's careful and then there's controlling.

- Oh, what do you mean?

- Well, Ivy mentioned that

Garrett asked to track her phone.

That's why she was so scared. - Wow.

He liked to lead in relationships.

To have the upper hand.

Well, was he like that with you too?

In your relationship?

Well, Garrett and I... we're just friends.

Really?

Sarah, come on.

I can tell when a woman is in love.

And Garrett knew how you felt and he took advantage of that?

- What are you suggesting?

That I'm weak? No. God, no.

No, I've, uh...

I've been there myself.

- Huh.

My rookie year, I fell absolutely head over heels

with a guy that I worked with.

I became obsessed.

I memorized his schedule, I followed him around,

I would make excuses to work together...

- Did he like you back?

- He liked my work.

He liked it so much that sometimes he would claim it.

As his own.

- Hmm.

Yeah, eventually he did. He did want more than just my work.

- So he did like you back.

Mm-hmm. Yeah.

But, uh, he didn't like me enough to get serious

'cause, uh, turns out he was married the entire time.

- Oh.

- And I wanted a kid.

I wanted a family.

- That's terrible.

At least Garrett isn't married.

- Well, no.

He is otherwise engaged.

He spends his time on frivolous things,

but gives you just enough to hang on.

Kind words, empty promises, and all the while,

your time marches on, your window is closing.

I have always had feelings for Garrett.

- Hmm.

But he... He said that we shouldn't cross the line

that we were colleagues.

But he crosses the line with his students.

But that's none of my business.

And I have-I have accepted that we're just friends.

No, friends don't steal their friend's work.

Friends don't use their friends

to try to cover up their affairs with students.

And friends don't blame their friends for their crimes.

Or maybe they do.

See, I think you might be doing exactly that to Garrett.

- What are you talking about?

Sarah, how would you define projection?

It's when someone attributes their own undesirable feelings,

thoughts, and behaviours to somebody else.

Okay, so when you suggested that Ivy was Borderline

with a touch of Paranoid Personality Disorder

and intense emotions, and fear of abandonment,

impulsivity, delusions...

I am not delusional, Detective.

And I-I actually I've done nothing but try to help you.

Yeah. Well, you've been very helpful.

Yeah, when you wanted me to trust you and like you,

you told me everything I wanted to hear.

But I've read your notes and I've made some of my own

and I think all those things you were saying about Ivy...

...you were really talking about yourself.

- Huh.

- Sarah, stop.

No, no, no, no, no, no. I'm done here.

From the moment that I walked into that office,

you've been trying to manipulate me.

And now you are trying to turn the tables

with anger and contempt and it's not gonna work.

Was that your attempt at empathizing in there?

At relating?

God, you are so out of your depth.

You should be embarrassed.

- See, you're projecting again.

You've been carrying a torch for that man for 10 years.

10 years of him stealing your work,

tossing you scraps while he screws his students.

And you know it's shameful and you still can't stop.

- I don't need Garrett.

No, you don't, but you want him.

You want him fully and forever and you know he wants you too.

He just needed a little nudge.

You know that one day he's gonna wake up

and look at you and see what is right in front of him.

What's been here all along.

You just needed those girls to get out of the way.

They're baubles.

They're trinkets.

But you... You are the real thing.

So you stabbed Kat outside her house,

you tracked Ivy's phone and you killed her.

- No, no. You have no proof.

I know that you threw away your key card.

And Ivy was smart. She grabbed it, didn't she?

As she was dying? 'Cause in her last moments,

she wanted to leave a trace. Someone, stop her,

please stop this monster...

Ivy-Ivy was a child, okay? An idiotic fool.

And she thought that Garrett was gonna, what?

Leave his job and marry her?

I tried to play nice. - How?

I told her to leave. I said leave town,

but she-she stuck around. She didn't listen.

- Garrett didn't listen either? - No! He never does.

I-I-I don't know what I have to do!

And that's why you threw him under the bus.

To make him listen, to make him yours.

Yes!

Yes because then, then it would finally be me and him

and I would stand by him and I would visit him

and-and when he got out of prison he would know who...

He would know who really loved him.

I wonder if he's gonna visit you.

- You okay?

- Yeah.

Think I used more hammer than I did watercolour.

Well, whatever the tool,

we still painted our killer into a corner.

It's never easy to corner another woman.