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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.

Alright, I'm just gonna
need your signature.

Here and here.

And that should do it.

This isn't
a big mistake, right?

I'm gonna let you in on
a little secret, Melissa.

There are no mistakes
in Toronto real estate.

He's not wrong.

Nothing can be bought
that can't be sold again.

At a markup.
- Right.

And if I just want a good home?

Listen, it's nerve-wracking,
I get it.

All this gobbledegook.

But it's a great little home.

You're gonna be
very happy there.

Mr. Henning,

tell her, how often do
we get home buyers

having last-minute jitters?

- First time?
- Mm-hmm.

Well, then I would be worried
if you weren't nervous.

And that covers it.
How do you feel, Paul?

I mean, yeah. Good.

Lot of good memories here.
But a new chapter awaits.

Japan. That's exciting.

When are you thinking
about going back?

Soon as this is finalized.

It won't be much
longer now, right?

No inspections, no conditions.

The funds should be
released tomorrow.

Oh, excuse me.

Samantha Morgan.

Yeah?

Wow, wow, wow, wow.
Wait, wait.

How is that even possible?

You checked yourself?

Yeah. Leave him to me.

Oh, hey.

I'm sorry to bother you, but you
wouldn't happen to have a, uh,

flashlight on your
cellphone, would you?

I dropped my keys...

I-I mean
I'm sure they-they're

in the brush here somewhere.
- Oh, yeah, sure.

You wouldn't mind?
Thanks a lot.

Hey, I'll say. Paul?

- Have we met?
- Paul Phillips.

The same Paul Phillips
that lives over on Alton Drive.

Yeah, but I... I'm sorry,
but how do you know my name?

I'm drawing a blank.
- I bet you are.

What the hell is...

Oh, my God. Guys? Guys!

So... who do we have here?

White male. 40s.

Doesn't look like he was
using the skate park.

Wounds look like
a double-edged blade.

Two, three, four quick jabs.

The one in the groin
would have finished him off.

And the blood trail suggests
he was stabbed on the path,

dragged here

as he was dying.

I don't see any
defensive wounds.

It wasn't much of a fight.
- Happened fast.

Maybe he was facing his attacker

but didn't expect violence.

You think he knew him?

A stranger approaches
on a dark path,

you put your guard up.

Friend approaches,
you don't end up dead.

Fair call.

Hmm, no visible tattoos,
no discolouration of the skin

to indicate missing watch
or jewellery.

Nondescript clothes,

neutral-coloured shoes
off the rack.

Blank slate.

His fingerprints aren't
in the system

and there's no match
for missing persons.

Doesn't come home last night,

doesn't show up for work
this morning,

nobody's missing this guy.

Apparently not.

Empty pockets, no car keys,
no phone, no wallet, nothing.

Simple mugging?
Cleaned him out?

Well, with a mugging you take
the wallet and run.

You don't drag the guy
into the woods.

Well, I'd say
you don't have much to go on,

but this is nothing to go on.

Report on your John Doe.

Nothing much to write
home about.

- Well, that's on brand.
- But there is this.

Black molars.

That's silver diamine fluoride.

Correct. Topical treatment
for tooth decay,

an alternative to drilling.

Stains the teeth.
- Thank you.

So, our John Doe didn't
wanna get cavities.

That's not exactly a lead.

I hate to break it to you,

but I see some canvassing
in your future.

Get a digital rendering made
and go talk to the public.

The public.

Take a close look.

Yeah.
Yeah, he came in last night.

Alright, so you've
seen him before?

No, but he tipped big.

Stuck around to eat and said
he just cashed in his chips?

There.

May I? Thank you.

Okay, 9:42 PM.

No calls, no texts.
He's just dining alone.

I don't know.
Fried chicken and sudoku?

Looks pretty good to me.

Hey, look at that.

The pen.

Right there.

He just throws it in the trash
with everything else, but...

He came in with it. See?

Maybe there's a logo on it.

It's a reach,
but it's something.

This path leads us to
a dumpster full of old chicken,

doesn't it?

You're in luck. It was late.
I already emptied the trash,

so anything he tossed
is still in the can.

Could we borrow a pizza box?

Talking to the public?
Garbage search?

This guy is starting
to bother me.

Oh, come on.
You love it.

Oh, God.

Hey.

There we go.

Samantha Morgan,
Wingrove Realty.

Well, it's not nothing...

I mean, it's Paul.
Why? What's happened?

- And how do you know him?
- I sold his house for him.

I'm actually here
grabbing my staging materials.

He cashed in his chips.

Excuse me?

Is he okay?

I am afraid he was
found dead this morning.

What? What on earth happened?

Uh, we don't actually have
a lot of details right now.

But maybe you can help.
This image is a rendering.

Do you happen to have anything
that could help us confirm

that we're talking
about the same person?

I mean... that's him.

I'm 100% sure that's him.
Hold on.

Yeah, that's our guy.

Do you mind
if I hang on to this?

- No, of course.
- Thanks.

I... I'm sorry. I'm just
a little confused here.

He was on his way back to Japan.

- Japan?
- Yeah, that's where he worked.

That's why he wanted
to get rid of this place.

He was spending most
of his time there.

Yeah, well, that explains
why no one misses him.

Are there any photos
of his friends or family?

Any personal items?

Usually we haul that stuff
out by the truckload.

But we actually had to bring
some tchotchkes in.

Yeah, there's
not much character.

Did you happen to meet
anyone else in his life?

No. We only met
a couple weeks ago.

That deal must've gone
through pretty quick.

We priced it to move. He was
eager to go back overseas.

Hm. Thanks.

Listen, uh...

Everyone's signing the line
here, so just curious.

Will this affect the sale?

I... I don't mean to be crass.

It's, uh, not my department.

Yeah, it's Detective Bateman.

I was hoping you could
run a name for me.

Yeah, Paul Philips.
Date of birth, March 23rd, 1981.

Address, 227 Alton Drive.

Search CPIC, check occurrences,
see what you can find on, uh,

next of kin, emergency contacts.

Thanks.

None of the neighbours have
seen this guy for months.

Anything out of
the ordinary lately?

Oh, just some real estate
people coming and going.

One of the neighbours,
he was so irritated.

Place sold for 1.5 under market.
Devalues the block, poor thing.

Yeah?

Okay. Thank you so much.

Paul Philips has a sister
in Scarborough.

♪ A modern-day warrior

♪ Mean, mean stride

♪ Today's Tom Sawyer

♪ Mean, mean pride

♪ Though his mind
is not for rent ♪

♪ Don't put him down
as arrogant ♪

♪ His reserve, a quiet defense

♪ Riding out the day's events

♪ The river ♪

- There you go.
- Thank you.

I just can't make sense of it.

- We're so sorry for your loss.
- Who would do that to Paul?

Well, that's something
we're hoping you might be able

to help us figure out.

Uh, but first, Lydia,

because of the circumstances
of your brother's death,

we do need to confirm
his identity.

Is that something
you're comfortable doing?

Oh...

Oh, God.

Yeah.

Okay.

Chellas, second opinion.

What are the bruises
around the, uh, stab wounds?

Well, they're from the attack.

Looks like the murder
weapon had a hilt.

Why? Something bothering
you, Detective?

Only everything.

It's all set up in there.

You can take your time and we'll
go in when you're ready.

- Okay.
- Miss Philips.

Uh, were you aware your brother
was back in town?

No, um, it was weird.

He usually let me know
when he was coming.

At any rate,
Detective Graff and I,

we will give you
a moment to yourself

because we understand
this is difficult.

Did you know
he'd sold his house?

He did?

Yeah, he was in a rush
to get rid of it.

Took far less than he could've.
How often were you two in touch?

Well, not daily,

but you know, we shared
the big stuff.

- Like selling his home.
- I would've thought so. Yeah.

I think I'm ready
to see him now.

Alright. Right this way.

That was something
else we shared.

We were both
blind as bats.

Only, Paul was brave enough
to have the surgery.

He had laser surgery?

Yeah. The same astigmatism,
but Paul had his corrected.

Do you have a number
for Paul in Japan?

Yes... but aren't
we going in now?

Can you dial it, please?

Okay...

I'm so sorry.
I'll be right back.

Hey, what are you thinking?

The stained molars.
The silver diamine fluoride.

Dentists use it when a patient
has an aversion to anesthetic.

If he can't have anesthetic,
he didn't get eye surgery.

Well, maybe he's not
a blank slate after all.

- Paul?
- Lydia?

- You're alive!
- Lydia? Is everything okay?

So who's in the morgue?

An imposter.

I don't understand.

If that wasn't Paul Philips,
who was he?

Let's start with
a different question.

How does one sell a house
they don't own?

He had ID. I showed you.

Two pieces,
that's the requirement.

Which you didn't authenticate.

I checked his photo,
I looked at his face.

I mean, I'm not Interpol.

You met him two weeks ago,
he came to you. Is that right?

He saw my bus stop ad.

Told me he was in a hurry

and that I should take
any reasonable offer.

Nothing about that
seemed suspicious?

That's a motivated seller.
That's music to my ears.

Keep everything moving so fast

that nobody notices
anything's off?

Like clearing a house
of all personal items.

Not a single photo or keepsake

that might identify
the real Paul Philips.

His name was on the title.

Oh, funny you should say.

He spelled his name wrong
on the, uh, purchase agreement.

Used the, uh, common
spelling of Phillips.

Two L's rather than

the one L that the real
Paul Philips used.

Repeats the error a few times.

Uh, obviously...
I didn't see that.

Samantha, have you
heard of anything like this

happening before?

I mean, I've heard of it,
but no, not to anyone I know.

Hey, who do you like in,
uh, financial crimes?

Like? Strong word.

Chase is alright.

Thank you.

Title theft.
Yeah, it's a booming business.

That's what you get
when a starter home

costs a million bucks.

Safeguards haven't
kept up to the money

and the bad guys
have taken note.

Have a seat.

In this case, the, uh,
fraudster poses the homeowner.

Fake, uh--
- Fake ID?

Owner overseas?

Right. Obviously.

They target vacant properties.

Unmowed lawns,
junk mail piling up.

They do a title search,
find out the owner's name.

Little bit of
rudimentary identity theft

and they are
well on their way.

Here.
- What's this?

30 homes in the GTA
in the last three years,

sold or mortgaged without
the owner's consent.

Oh, Jesus.

Was this guy involved
with any of them?

Uh...

I don't think so.

But that face rings a bell.

Um...

Move.

Uh, there was a similar
scheme in Vancouver.

There was a guy who rent an
apartment to 19 people at once.

Collected rent from all of them

and then left before
anyone got wise.

Is that him?

- Yeah, that's the guy.
- Yeah, that's him.

Vancouver Regional Police
never caught him,

but they appealed to the public
and they did get a name.

Timothy Fox was posing
as Paul Philips, huh?

Who are you working
with in financial?

Oh, well, Graff is a big fan
of Chase, so we're using her.

Yeah, one more day and Fox
would've got away with it,

but luckily the house
is still in escrow,

so the sale never went through.
- Well, that's your angle.

Somebody solved that problem
with a knife.

Yeah, most of the funds
at risk were the bank's.

All insured.
However, the buyer's deposit...

Gotta be over a hundred grand.

That's killing money.

Go meet the buyer.

I've been looking for months.

Got outbid so many times.

Finally, an offer gets accepted
and then this happens.

It's bad luck.

Yeah, is it true?

That this imposter guy
was murdered?

That's what my real estate
agent told me.

Um, Melissa, how much money
did you put down on the house.

$150,000.

That's a big number.

Yeah, with a big loan
on top of that I bet.

Um, can I ask where you work?

Harbour View Lounge
on Wellington.

I'm a bartender.
- Oh, yeah?

What's your favourite cocktail?
Not to mix, but to drink.

I, myself, am fond
of a Gin Rickey.

Well, I'm not drinking
much these days.

- Oh, because you're pregnant?
- Excuse me?

That's why you want more
living space. Baby on the way.

And how rude do you have
to be to make that leap?

Well, the leap happened
earlier. From this.

Plaster of Paris.

Clay powder.

Mounting plaque.

I don't see any other
crafting supplies about.

So, uh, I'm assuming it's a
moulding kit for your baby foot.

That was the leap.

The no drinking part just,

uh, confirmed it.

Or did I get it wrong?

I'm four months pregnant.

Did your parents
co-sign for the house?

No. And that's none
of your business.

And what about
the father to be?

Not in the picture and even
less of your business.

- Where were you two nights ago?
- Is he serious?

Well, the man who tried
to steal $150,000 from you

was killed,
so he's quite serious.

I was at work.

Mondays are slow, so maybe
only 300 people saw me?

Would you like their names?

Let's start with
your manager's phone number.

You went, uh,
pretty hard at her.

I'm not getting stabby vibes.
Are you?

No, but she's definitely
hiding something.

She didn't even ask if she was
getting her deposit back.

That money's dodgy.
Let's follow it.

Yes. I was the advisor on
Miss Auerbach's file.

Meaning you approved
the loan?

- I processed it.
- Is there a difference?

Detectives,
I'm sure you understand

you've got us in a spot here.

We can't discuss the personal
finances of a client

without a court order.

The finances
of a single bartender

who buys a house for $1,500,000?

I know it can seem opaque
from the outside,

but the industry uses something
called a GDS ratio--

Gross Debt Services.

The percentage of income
that goes toward housing.

- You know your stuff.
- I do.

Yeah, I learned the hard way
when I tried to buy in Roncy

on a cop salary.

But, uh, by my math,

to get approved for that loan,

Melissa Auerbach would have to
be making over $200,000 a year?

Yeah, she's a charming lady,
but, uh, that's a lot of tips.

She had all the records
to back it up.

- Bank statements? Tax returns?
- Yup. All of it.

And you authenticated these?

We asked for official
documents and she supplied them.

Detectives, as the bank's
manager, I have to insist.

Get a court order and you can
look at the records yourself.

If you insist.

Someone definitely
cooked the books.

Made the, uh, finances
look peachy in one blink.

Hmm.
- What is it?

Maybe that was
Timothy Fox's mistake.

His con ran into
an even bigger con.

An imposter meets a forger in
a dark alley and blood spills?

Maybe it's time we run
a con of our own.

You still interested
in buying a house?

- Have you been looking long?
- I just started.

Do I look like a deer
in the headlights?

You'll get the hang of it.
You just need some good help.

About that, I actually
don't have an agent yet

and my friend Melissa
recommended you.

Well, then.

I'm always charming, but now
I'll really pour it on.

Is this the kind of place
you're looking for?

Oh, I mean
it's beautiful.

But, uh, I don't know.

See, here's the thing.

Our finances are a bit tricky.

I'm a gallery owner, my
husband, Henry is a carpenter.

We're doing fine, but a lot
of our income is in cash,

meaning it doesn't necessarily
all make its way to the books.

That's between you and God.

Okay, it's just on paper

we don't qualify for
much of a mortgage.

None of my business,
but what you're describing,

I see it all the time.

In fact, I know someone who
helps clients in your situation.

- Like a mortgage broker?
- Uh, more like an advisor.

He'll help you organize
your books.

Oh. I mean, we don't wanna
do anything unethical.

Oh, of course not.
You just want a home.

You'll make
your payments, right?

- Yeah, of course.
- Then no one gets hurt.

Jesse Grayson.

Let him do his thing,

you'll have the home of your
dreams before you know it.

So what would you do?

My idea for a restaurant

is vegan on one side,

snout to tail meat on the other.

Okay, perfect.
Offend everyone.

Appeal to everyone!
That's the move, Dad.

Respect their boundaries,
but all together.

And the servers would use, like,
a demilitarized zone down the--

Oh.

- Who is it?
- Uh, just a colleague.

Why don't you head in?
I'll be right there.

Okay.

What are you
doing here Grayson?

- What'd you say to the cops?
- You're following me?

I had to make sure you
weren't getting cold feet.

Cold feet?

I did not tell you
to kill that guy.

I told you to take care of it--
- Look.

I just came here
so you understand

the reality behind all this.

It's you and me now.

Us, Adrian.

Do you understand?

I didn't say anything
and I won't.

Just stay away from my family.

Later, buddy.

This Grayson guy's got
this pretty nice operation

doctoring people's finances
until Timothy Fox comes along

with his own scheme

and threatens to blow
the whole thing up.

Is that your theory?

Yeah, if Fox had managed
to sell that house,

it would've sparked
a huge investigation

once the real owner
got home from Japan.

And that would've exposed
the whole operation?

Yeah, we're thinking
Grayson killed Fox

before that could happen.

Nullified the sale thinking
that's the end of that,

problem solved.

That's him. We got him.

Location data
from Grayson's phone.

He was at Weston Skatepark
at the time of the killing.

Jesse Grayson! Armed officers!
We're coming in!

Bring them in.

Alas, poor Grayson.

Uh, single blow to the head.

That's most likely
what brought him down.

Follow by repeated blows...

to finish him off.

Left no doubt.

Killer drops his weapon, then...

washes up with alcohol
and high tails it out of here.

Not before taking
the computer.

Forged T4.

Artificially aged.
Coffee ring and all.

This must be where
Grayson did his work.

It's a good bet that all the
clients were on that hard drive.

One of them didn't
want it found.

This crime scene's a mess.

The baton was a weapon
of opportunity.

Came from here.

Grayson was prepared.

Yeah, for a lifetime
of not dating.

That's interesting.

Double-sided blade, quick jabs,
bruising from the guard.

That's the weapon
that killed Timothy Fox?

Could be.

So if Grayson killed Fox,

who killed Grayson?

Someone didn't want Grayson's
handiwork to come to light.

That's why they took
his computer.

Yeah, someone
with enough skin in the game

to go all the way to murder.

Well, that tracks.

Grayson's services would appeal
to all kinds of bad actors.

If you can get a mortgage,
you can launder $1,000,000

in the time
it takes to flip a condo.

Do you have his phone?

I have his call history
from his provider.

- Nothing?
- Well, couple of maybes.

Uh, some numbered of companies,
some, uh, foreign owners,

a couple of pay-as-you-go's,

but nothing that
connects to real estate.

Or criminal associates.

Um, we thought somebody
of your expertise

might be able to spot
something we'd missed.

How many listings
are we talking about?

Alright, let me sit with it.

- Well, I think we--
- Alone.

Hey, Bob. How's the tree house
coming along?

The kids want second floor
and plumbing.

Let me know if you need help
with financing.

Yeah, have a good night,
Adrian.

Sorry. Sorry, Tamara.
I had to work late.

And I should've called.

Would've been nice.

Hey.

I'm sorry.

You think she's okay in there?

Well, I offered her food.

She made a sound I...
didn't recognize.

Bateman! Graff!

We were on the wrong path.
- What do you mean?

It's not one
of Grayson's clients.

He starts the loans, yes.

But someone still needs
to underrate them.

I looked at
the land title registry

and that's when I saw it.

The lending institutions.

The same ones keep coming up
over and over again

and that's what Grayson's
computer would have shown you.

They're all getting
their dodgy financing

from Hemisphere Savings & Loans.

So our big fish
isn't a gangster.

He's a banker.

Hot diggity damn.

That's a beautiful view.

Beautiful home.

Yeah, what can I do for you?

Uh, tell me, uh, Mr. Henning.

A man in your position,

is your compensation tied to
the performance of your branch?

There is an incentive
structure, yes.

So, if a branch does well,
you do well.

That's obvious that, uh,
it's doing very well.

I have a good team.

Transferred there three years
ago, we gelled right away.

Uh, Mr. Henning, we're here
because we found evidence

of widespread fraud
at your branch.

I have no idea
what you're talking about.

And we also have
reason to believe

that these crimes
are connected to two murders.

You care to comment on that?

I wouldn't know how.
I'm... I'm stunned.

Well, that... That watch.
That's a rarity.

I haven't seen
one of those in years

and especially
not that vintage.

Would you mind if
I took a closer look?

He's crazy about watches.

- Sure.
- Ooh.

That looks like someone's been
playing with toxic chemicals.

Caught you
red-handed so to speak.

- What?
- Isopropyl alcohol maybe?

In pure form it
can cause skin rashes

if you were to use it to
clean your skin of what?

Blood, maybe?

Detectives, I am a banker.

I use sanitizer
after every hand I shake

and I shake a lot of hands.

Now, if you wouldn't mind,
I'd appreciate if you directed

any other questions
to my lawyer.

- Mm-hmm.
- Deal.

Uh, but in terms of getting
to work on time,

I wouldn't worry.
See, we took your advice.

That's a copy of
the search warrant

that's gone to your branch,

so we might beat you there,
but either way, see you soon.

Irregularities
all over the place.

Here's a student claiming
$400,000 in overseas income.

Oh, this client owns three
homes on $2,400,000 borrowed.

hairdresser.

Ooh. Coffee ring and all.

Oh, my God.
If you tried this at my bank,

they would taser you
in the face.

And then they'd file
a suspicious transaction report.

Adrian Henning, we're placing
you under arrest.

On what charge?

Today? Conspiracy to commit
fraud and money laundering.

But we'll see
what tomorrow brings.

Mr. Grayson's network
funnelled dozens

of fraudulent clients towards
Mr. Henning's bank,

where they were
rubber stamped for loans.

Allegedly.

The initial audits suggest
it's been happening over a year.

Now, are you telling me
your client--

Theo, I thought
we were having lunch.

You wanna talk hypotheticals?
I'm all ears.

Otherwise--
- Alright, okay. Okay.

Hypothetically speaking,
your client killed Jesse Grayson

to hide his own
criminal activity

at Hemisphere Savings & Loans.

Mr. Henning has denied
any part in that fraud.

And if you come at us claiming

he planned to murder
Jesse Grayson--

The traffic cams put him
at the condo on the night.

Prints and DNA are all
over the murder weapon.

You see cold-blooded intent.

Perhaps I see something else.

What would that be?

Well, if I were to say,
and let's be clear I'm not,

that my client knew
of a dangerous man

who was defrauding his bank

and asked this
dangerous man to stop.

Oh, uh, if that's
your defence,

that man would have
to be pretty dangerous

for a murder charge to go away.

I forget, who was it that

brutally killed Timothy Fox
with an illegal weapon?

Oh, right. Jesse Grayson.

When your delusions
subside, call me.

We'll start talking
in absolutes.

Thanks for the shawarma.

- Self-defence?
- It's looking that way.

Prints left everywhere,

murder weapon came
from Grayson's armoury.

Okay. But you know that just
because it's not premeditated

does not mean
it's not intentional.

Yeah, all they have to do
is convince the jury

that Henning
feared for his life.

Caldwell does that, he'll walk.
- No, no, no.

Grayson was attacked
from behind by surprise.

He ad a whole arsenal of
weapons, but, uh, none in hand.

He wasn't the aggressor.
- Yeah, not this time.

Exactly. That's the issue.

Grayson's a killer, Henning
at best is a family man,

at worst, Robin Hood
giving houses to the poor.

We need to dismantle
the folk hero narrative

and put the blood
back on his hands.

- Not this time.
- What?

What she said.

Grayson wasn't
the aggressor this time.

This whole thing started when
one fraud collided with another.

If Henning in any way,

in any way, conspired
to kill the imposter...

His self-defence
goes out the window.

Yeah, you connect Henning
to the murder of Timothy Fox.

I can put him away.
- Hmm.

Back to fraud number one.

Joy of joys.

Hey.

How's, uh, how's Josh?

He's scared.

Adrian, these things that
they're saying that you've done.

Make it make sense.

- I was protecting us.
- Don't you dare.

Remember the other night,
we were coming home from dinner

and there was that guy out
front of our house.

You remember that?
He was threatening us, Tamara.

He threatened to
hurt you and Josh.

- What?
- I need...

I need you to
tell him what you saw.

Okay?

The bank's lawyers advised us
not to talk to you guys.

Oh, don't worry.
You can tell the bank's lawyers

that we're not here to talk
about mortgage fraud.

We're here to talk
about two dead bodies.

What was
Adrian Henning's involvement

with 227 Alton Drive?

Mr. Henning kept a close tab
on that file.

When the purchase
agreement came in,

something agitated him.

Something like a guy who
couldn't spell his last name?

Is it normal for him to read
purchase agreements?

No. He's a manager. He doesn't
handle customer transactions.

Yet, here he is going
over this particular file

with a magnifying glass.

This one mattered to him. Why?

I don't know what to tell you.
You make it all sound so dirty.

- It does sound dirty.
- We help people buy homes.

People like
Melissa Auerbach.

A bartender just trying
to build a life.

Um, hey, Graff?

Henning discovered
the seller was sketchy.

He looked into him,
found out he was an imposter.

Yeah, he alerted Grayson,
told him to take care of it.

Conspiracy to commit.
- If we can prove it.

Dina, excuse me, but, um...

Henning told us
that he was transferred

to this branch
a couple years ago.

Do you know where from?

Um, Wellington Street branch.
Downtown.

That's right across from
the Harbour View Lounge.

We know someone
who works there.

We get all types of money
guys at the bar.

But Adrian seemed different.

Open and-and... curious.
- And married.

And he never tried
to hide that.

We talked about it.
The ups and downs.

We talked about everything.

Melissa, Adrian Henning
has been accused

of some very serious crimes.

I'm still struggling
to believe that.

You don't think he's
capable of such things?

Maybe I didn't know him
as well as I thought I did.

I know how this sounds.

But I'm not some deluded ex.
I'm not pining.

But our thing

while it lasted.

I don't know.

Adrian inspired me to imagine
a different life for myself.

A bigger one.

And I didn't need it
to be real, but then--

But then it became real.

Yeah, you got pregnant,
he got cold feet.

Yeah.

And you weren't about to be
cast aside for nothing.

I wasn't looking
to punish him.

I just wanted
what he promised me.

What he said was in reach.

What was that?

A home.

Counselor.

We've come across some new
information and, uh,

wanted to give Mr. Henning
a chance to respond.

Why is Mrs. Henning here?

Mrs. Henning has some new
information as well.

We'd hope Forester would be here

so we could put
this all to bed, but...

Tamara.

Uh...

Six nights ago,

Adrian, Josh, and I were
walking home from the restaurant

and this Jesse Grayson fellow,
he threatened us.

- Mm-hmm.
- He threatened our son Josh.

And he threatened
to kill us all,

so whatever my husband did,

he did out of self-defence.

Thank you, Mrs. Henning, um.

Would you be prepared to say all
that again in a court of law,

in front of a gallery
of strangers,

a jury of your peers, the press?

Uh, yes, because
it's the truth.

Uh, Mrs. Henning,
would you mind excusing us?

We have some delicate matters
to discuss with your husband.

No, no, I'll stay.

We don't have any secrets.
Not anymore.

Okay, uh, no secrets.

Mr. Henning, who is
Melissa Auerbach to you?

Uh...

You spoke with her?
- We did.

And you should know that
if this case goes to trial,

she will be called to testify.

My client's relationship
with Miss Auerbach

has no bearing.

Sometimes the least of
our sins speak the loudest.

Mr. Henning.

Less poetry, Detective.

When your affair
with Miss Auerbach ended,

you felt responsible.
You wanted to help her out.

But, uh, you could hardly
buy a house for some bartender

you had knocked up.

Sorry, I guess you
left that part out.

When you helped Melissa
and your baby,

you had to do it
at arm's length.

So you put her in touch with the
man who could make that happen.

Grayson doctored the papers
and, um, she got her mortgage.

You could help her with the
money and it'd all look clean.

But bad luck.

Melissa tried to buy
the house on Alton Drive,

where the seller
was an imposter.

You caught the con just in time
and informed Grayson to, uh,

take care of it.

I just wanted the guy
to back off--

- Adrian.
- No, no.

Grayson took it too far.

Things were spiralling,
cops everywhere,

and your lies woven
into this whole mess.

Maybe he didn't go to Grayson's
that night to kill him.

I didn't.

Maybe you just wanted
him to smarten up,

shut down his operation,

and all Grayson had to do
was lay low,

but not this guy.

No, he's a head case,
a loose cannon.

And as long as he was alive,

everything you held dear
was at risk.

Exactly. Mr. Henning
feared for his life

and he defended himself.

- A decent man in a bad spot.
- That's right.

Beautiful family. Good job.

Even the mortgage stuff, that's
a victimless crime, right?

We're talking about
real estate here.

Everyone's on the take.

You were just keeping
with the flow of traffic.

That's all the jury's
gonna hear, right?

Except, um.

Well, it doesn't work
that way anymore.

Melissa Auerbach changes it.

Make your point, Detective.

The real victims
are the point.

Right there in your own home.

Your wife, Tamara.
Your son, Josh.

You leave them out of this.

Well, they're right in
the middle of it, Mr. Henning,

because you put them there.

Think about every time
you came home late

and you saw
the pain on their faces.

Every lie, every bad excuse.

- I made a mistake.
- A mistake?

No, no, no, Mr. Henning,
you're a cheat.

You cheat at work,
you cheat on your wife,

you cheat your unborn
child out of a father

by bribing your
mistress with a house!

Not a home.

Hush money!

Grayson was a threat
to my family.

- A threat?
- Yes!

Well, why didn't you go
to the police, huh?

Sure, you'd broken the law,
but isn't a slap on the wrist

better than committing murder?

I told you Grayson
went too far!

No, you went too far.

It wasn't the fake documents
you were hiding,

it was Melissa Auerbach's name.

That was the reason
that you wanted all of this

to stay hidden forever!

You knew.

The jury wasn't gonna see
some benevolent Robin Hood

giving houses to the poor.

They would see a lying banker,
a cheating husband.

They would see you bashing
a fallen man's skull in

until you could see his brains.

That's enough, Detective.

No, that's overkill,
Counselor. That is intent.

The man was down.
He was not a threat anymore.

And if you take this to trial,
this all comes out.

And your family
will have to live

through that horror in public.

And for what?
A moment of bliss?

To have your ego stroked
by a beautiful young woman?

Detective Graff!

So how much more pain do you
want them to go through, huh?

I'm so sorry.

I'm no Theo Forester,
but, uh, let's pretend.

Excuse me, um, Mrs. Henning, um.

But, um, how did you, uh,

find out your husband
was having an affair?

Did he accidentally whisper
it to you one night?

Did he tell you
she was pregnant?

And will your relationship be
with your husband's love child?

Welcoming?

Take your hands off me.

Please. Somebody let me out.

Just spoke with Forester.

He got a guilty plea from
Adrian Henning. Second degree.

No trial needed.

I guess Henning found his heart.

Or he just looked
at the numbers.

You going home, Graff?

I am.

Night.

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