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All right, I'm just going to need your
signature here and here, and that should

do it.

This isn't a big mistake, right? I'm
going to 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.

Had a markup. Right.

And if I just want a good home?

Listen, it's nerve -wracking, I get it,
all this gobbledygook.

But it's a great little home.

You're going to be very happy there.

Mr.

Henning, tell her, how often do we get
homebuyers 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. A lot of good
memories here.

But a new chapter awaits.

Japan. That's exciting.

What do you think about going back?

As soon as this is finalized. It won't
be much longer now, right?

No inspections, no conditions.

The fun should be released by tomorrow.

Oh, excuse me.

Samantha Morgan?

Yeah, whoa whoa whoa wait wait How's
that even possible

you checked yourself Yeah,

leave it with me

Oh, hey, I'm sorry to bother you. You
wouldn't happen to have a flashlight on

your cell phone, would you?

I dropped my keys. I mean, I'm sure
they're in the brush here somewhere. Oh,

yeah, sure.

If you wouldn't mind, thanks a lot.

Paul?

Have we met?

Paul Phillips.

The same Paul Phillips that lives over
on Alton Drive.

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

I bet you are.

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 on

the groin would have finished him off.
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 you knew him?

Well, a stranger approaches on a dark
path, you put your guard up.

Friend approaches, you don't end up
dead.

Fair call.

No visible tattoos, no discoloration of
the skin to indicate missing watch or

jewelry.

Nondescript clothes, neutral color,
shoes off the rack.

Blank slate.

His fingerprints aren't in the system
and there's no match missing person.

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. Oh,
with the mugging, you take the wallet

run. You don't drag the guy into the
woods. Well, I'd say you don't have much

go on, but this is nothing to go on.
Report on your John Doe. Nothing much to

write home about.

It's on brand, but there is this.

Black molars.

That's silver diamine fluoride. Correct.

Topical treatment for tooth decay and
alternative to drilling. Stains of

Thank you. So our John Doe didn't want
to get cavities. That's not exactly

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.

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 p .m.

No calls, no texting, 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.

Oh, it's a breach, but it's something.

This guy 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 you toss, it's still

the can.

Can we borrow a pizza box?

Talking to the public, garbage search.
This guy's starting to bother me. Come

on, you love it.

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 this
house for him. I'm actually here

my staging materials.

He cashed in his chips.

Is he?

Is he okay?

I'm afraid he was found dead this
morning.

What? What on earth happened?

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'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. Oh, 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, it's not much character.

Did you happen to meet anyone else in
his life?

No. We only met a couple weeks ago.

Well, that deal must have gone through
pretty quick.

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

Thanks. Listen, I...

Everyone's standing in line here, so
just curious.

Will this affect the sale?

I don't mean to be crass.

Not in my department.

Yeah, it's Detective Bateman. I was
hoping you could run a name for me.

Yeah, Paul Phillips, date of birth,
March 23rd, 1981.

Address, 227 Alton Drive. Search CPIC.
Check occurrences, see what you can find

on a next -of -kin emergency contact.

Thanks. None of the neighbors have seen
this guy for months.

Anything out of the ordinary lately? Oh,
just the real estate people coming and

going. One of the neighbors, he was so
irritated.

The place sold for 1 .5. Under market
devalues the block. Poor thing.

Yeah.

Okay, thank you so much.

Paul Phillips has a picture of
Scarborough.

mean pride.

Today's time for your mean, mean pride.

Though his mind is not for rent, don't
put him down in there again.

If he's ever playing at the fence,
writing out the day's events.

No!

Oh.

Oh, God.

Yeah. Okay.

Chellis, second opinion.

What are the bruises around the stab
wounds?

Well, they're from the attack.

Looks like the murder weapon had a hilt.

Why, is something bothering you,
detective?

Hold me everything.

So, sit up in there. You can take your
time, and we'll go in when you're ready.

Okay. Miss Phillips, were you aware your
brother was back in town?

No, it was weird. He usually let me know
when he was coming.

At any rate, Detective Graff, and we
will give you a moment to yourself

we understand this is difficult.

Did you know he sold his house?

He did?

Yeah, he was in a rush to get rid of it.
It took far less than he could have.

How often were you two in touch?

Well, not daily, but, you know, we
shared the big stuff.

Like selling his home?

I would have thought so, yeah.

I think I'm ready to see him now.

He's right this way.

There 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 sorry, I'll be right back.

Hey, what are you thinking?

Stay in Mars.

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 Phillips, who was
he?

That was a different question.

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

He had ID.

I showed him two pieces. That's a
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.

about that seems suspicious.

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

Phillips. His name was on the title.

Funny you should say. He spelled his
name wrong on the purchase agreement.

Use the common spelling of Phillips.

Two L's rather than...

The one L that the real Paul Phillips
used.

Repeats the error a few times.

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 financial
crimes?

I like a strong word.

Chase is all right.

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 fraudster opposes the
homeowner. Fake ID.

Owner oversees.

Right, obviously.

They target vacant properties.

Unmowed lawn, junk mail piling up. They
do a title search, find out the owner's

name, a little bit of rudimentary
identity theft, and they are well on

way. Here.

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?

I don't think so.

But that face rings a bell.

Move.

There was a similar scheme in Vancouver.
There was a guy who rented 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.

Vancouver Regional Police never caught
him, but they appealed to the public and

they did get a name.

Timothy Fox was posing as Paul Phillips,
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 have got away with it.
Luckily, the house is still in escrow,

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.

Oh, that's killing money.

Go meet the buyer.

I've been looking for months.

Got a bid so many times.

Finally, an offer gets accepted, and
then this happens.

Bad luck.

Yeah, is it true that this imposter guy
was murdered?

That's what my real estate agent told
me.

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.

Can I ask where you work?

Harborview Lounge on Wellington.

I'm a bartender.

Oh, yeah?

What's your favorite cocktail? Not the
mix, but the drink.

I myself am fond of a gin ricky.

Well, I'm not drinking much these days.
Because you're pregnant?

Excuse me?

That's why you want more living space.
Baby on the way. And how rude do you

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 molding kit for a
baby foot. That was a leap.

The no drinking part just confirmed it.

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.

What about 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 or so, so maybe
only 300 people saw me.

Would you like their names?

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

You and, 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.

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

Yes. I was the advisor on Ms. Auerbach's
file. Meaning you approved the loan. I

processed it. Is there a difference?
Detective, I'm sure you understand

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 .5 million.

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

your stuff. I do.

Yeah, I learned the hard way when I
tried to buy in Ronci on a cop salary.

But by my math, to get approved for that
loan, Melissa Auerbach would have to be

making over $200 ,000 a year. She's a
charming lady, but...

That's a lot of tips.

She had all the records to back it up.
Bank statements, tax returns.

Yep, all of it. And you authenticated
these? We asked for official documents,

and she supplied them. Detective, 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 finances so peachy no one

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

run a con of our own.

Are 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 mean, I'm always charming,
but now I'll really bore it on.

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

Oh, I mean, it's beautiful.

But, uh, I don't know.

Here's the thing.

Our finances are a bit...

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 book. So 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?

More like an advisor.

He'll help you organize your books.

Oh.

I mean, we don't want to do anything
unethical.

Of course not.

You just want a home.

You'll make your payments, right?

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

tell meat on the other.

Perfect. Offend everyone.

Appeal to everyone.

That's the move, Dad.

Respect their boundaries, but all
together. And the servers would use like

demilitarized zone down the middle.

Who is it?

It's just a colleague.

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

Okay.

What are you doing here, Grayson?

What did 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 him.

Look, I just came here so you understand
the reality behind all this.

It's you and me now.

I'm Adrian.

You understand?

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

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 have sparked a huge
investigation once the real owner got

from Japan.

And that would have exposed the whole
operation.

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's skate park at the
time of the killing.

Jesse Grayson! Armed officers!

We're coming in!

Bring him in.

poor Grayson.

A single blow to the head, that's what
most likely brought him down, followed

by repeated blows to finish him off.

There's no doubt the killer drops the
weapon and

washes up with alcohol and hightails 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 is 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 a 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.

You can get a mortgage, you can launder
a million dollars in the time it takes

to flip a condo.

Do you have his phone?

I got his call history from his
provider.

Nothing? Well, a couple of maybes, some
numbered companies, some foreign owners,

a couple of pay -as -you -goes, but
nothing that connects to real estate.

Or criminal associates.

We thought somebody of your expertise
might be able to spot something we've

missed. How many listings are we talking
about?

All right, let me sit with it.

Well, I think we... Oh, no.

Hey, Bob, how's the treehouse coming
along?

The kids want a 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 have called it.

Would have been nice.

Hey.

You think she's okay in there?

Well, I offered her food, and she made a
sound I didn't recognize.

Bateman! Griff!

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 underwrite them.

So 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 are all getting their dodgy
financing from Hemisphere Savings and

our big fish isn't a gangster.

He's a banker.

Hot diggity damn.

It's a beautiful view.

Beautiful home.

What can I do for you? Tell me, Mr.

Henning.

A man in your position, is your
compensation tied to the performance of

branch?

There is an incentive structure, yes.

So if branch does well, you do well. And
it's obvious that it's doing very well.

I have a good team.

Transferred there three years ago, we
gelled right away.

But Mr. Henning, we're here because we
found evidence of widespread fraud at

your branch.

I have no idea what you're talking
about. No, we also have reason to

that these crimes are connected to two
murders.

Would you care to comment on that?

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

That watch, that's a rarity.

I haven't seen one of those in years,
and especially not that vintage. Would

mind if I took a closer look? He's crazy
about watches.

Sure. Ooh, 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 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 it if you directed any other

to my lawyer.

Mm -hmm.

I do.

But in terms of getting to work on time,
I wouldn't worry. We took your advice.

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 the student claiming $400 ,000 in
overseas income.

Well, this client owns three homes on a
$2 .4 million borrowed occupation.

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, placing you under
arrest.

On what charge?

Well, today, conspiracy to commit fraud
and money laundering. But we'll see what

tomorrow brings.

Mr. Grayson's network funneled dozens of
fraudulent clients towards Mr.

Henning's bank.

Where did the rubber stand for loans?

Allegedly.

The initial audit suggests it's been
happening for over a year.

Now, are you telling me your client...
Theo, I thought we were having lunch.

You want to talk hypotheticals? I'm all
ears.

Otherwise... All right, okay. Okay.

Hypothetically speaking, your client
killed Jesse Grayson to hide his own

criminal activity at Hemisphere Savings
and Loans. Mr. Henning has denied any

part in that fraud.

And if you come at us claiming he
planned to murder Jesse Grayson...

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

client knew of a dangerous man that was
defrauding his bank and asked the

dangerous man to stop.

Well, if that's your defense, 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 absolute.

Thanks for the shawarma.

Self -defense.

Looking that way.

Prince left everywhere a murder weapon
came from Grayson's armory. Okay, but

know that just because it's not
premeditated does not mean it's not

All they have to do is convince the jury
that Henning feared for his life.

Caldwell does that, he'll walk. No, no,
no, no. Grayson was attacked from behind

by surprise. He had a whole arsenal of
weapons, but none in hand.

He wasn't the aggressor. 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 -defense goes out

window.

Yeah, you connect Henning to the murder
of Timothy Fox, I can put him away.

Back to plot number one.

Joy of Joyce.

Hey.

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

up front of our house. Do you remember
that?

He was threatening us tomorrow.

He threatened to hurt you and Josh.

What? I need... I need you to tell them
what you saw.

Okay?

The bank's lawyers advised us not to
talk to you guys. Oh, don't worry. You

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 own last
name? Is it normal for him to read

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.

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.

Bartender just trying to build a life.

Um, hey, Greg.

Henning discovered the cellar 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.

Yeah, excuse me, but, um, Henning told
us that he was transferred to this

a couple years ago.

Do you know where from?

Uh, Wellington Street Branch, downtown.

That's right across from the Arborview
Lounge. We know someone who works there.

We get all types of money guys at the
bar, but Adrian seemed different.

He's open 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 it became real.

You got pregnant, he got cold feet.

Yeah. And you weren't about to be cast
aside with 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 wanted to give Mr. Henning a chance

to respond.

Why is Mrs. Henning here?

Mrs. Henning got some new information as
well.

We'd hoped Forrester would be here so we
could put this all to bed, but...

Tomorrow.

Six nights ago, Adrian, Josh, and I were
walking home from the restaurant, and

this Jesse Grayson fellow, he threatened
us.

He threatened our son, Josh.

And he threatened to kill us all. So
whatever my husband did, he did out of

-defense.

Thank you, Mrs. Henning.

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?

Yes, because it's the truth.

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, no secrets.

Mr. Henning, who is Melissa Auerbach to
you?

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
Ms. Auerbach has no bearing.

Sometimes the least of our sins speak
the loudest, Mr. Henning.

Less poetry, detective.

When your affair with Ms.

Auerbach ended, you felt responsible.
You wanted to help her out, but you

hardly buy a house for some bartender
you'd knocked up.

Sorry, I guess you let 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 she got
her mortgage.

You could help her with the money, and
it all looked 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 take care of it.

I just wanted the guy back off. No,
Grayson took it too far. Things were

spiraling. 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

him to smarten up, shut down his
operation.

All Grayson had to do was lay low, but
not this guy. No, he's...

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 staff at the
victimless crime, right? I mean, we're

about real estate here.

Everyone's on the take. You were just
keeping up with the flow of traffic.

And that's all the jury's going to hear,
right?

Except, um, 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 tomorrow.

Your son, Josh.

You believe a lot of this. Well, they're
right in the middle of it, Mr. Annie

McCuth. You put them there.

Think about every time you came home
late and you saw the pain on their

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.

Gracing was a threat to my family. A
threat? Yes!

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

Sure, you've 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 going to see some
benevolent Robin Hood giving houses to

poor. They would see a lying banker.

A cheating husband. They would see you
bashing a fallen man's skull in until

can see his brain. That's enough,
detective.

No, that's over, counselor.

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 Forrester, but let's
pretend.

Excuse me, Mrs.

Henning, but how did you 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 what will your relationship be with
your husband's love child?

Welcoming?

Take it away.

Please, somebody let me...

Spoke

with Forrester.

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, Griff?