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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.

- Hi! - I like your shirt.

Yeah, it's kind of like... European.

Wanna hang out tonight? Just the three of us?

Shawna. There you are.

Sorry, boys, we need to talk about an overdue assignment.

- I don't need help. - I know.

I'll see you in class.

Boss, how's your morning going?

Good.

Got a call from my recently divorced friend Jerry.

Eli...

He enjoyed meeting you.

And I am really enjoying being retired from that game.

All right.

Women are in control

of our society?

I'm saying that women have used wokeism

and the threat of cancellation to hold their peers hostage,

and yes, for their own personal gain.

Until 1964, I couldn't have a bank account in this country

without my husband co-signing.

And you wanna blame men for this. Right?

You want to blame men for that, but hierarchy exists...

it just exists. It's in nature. It's natural. And...

I hear enough of this in my classes.

We don't need it in here.

Hello?

Shawna?

Uh, what's going on?

Love. Obsessive, destructive love.

Catherine and Heathcliff loved each other.

They were obsessed with each other.

If they loved each other,

then why did they rip each other's hair out?

Well, that's the obsessive and destructive part,

isn't it, Aisha?

Yeah, I mean, think about it.

An entire lifetime of wanting each other was confined to,

like, this hot second while Catherine's dude was at church.

He bruised her arm.

'Cause he loved her so much.

No, really. He was mourning her at the exact moment

he was finally able to be with her.

I thought it was beautiful.

I bet you did.

Okay. Why don't we move on to the next...

- What does that mean? - It means we all hear

what happens at your parties, Luke.

Take that back. Now!

- No, Luke! - Hey, take it back!

- Okay, whoa! Stop... - Get off me,

you crazy out-of-control woman!

What? You want me to be your naughty little boy?

Hey, it's Ms. Ferrera! Abuser!

I'll walk you to your car. It'll be okay. Hey, stop that.

Hey!

- Direct hit. - Who did that?

- Was that you? - No.

Huh?

Why don't you try out for a team?

Leave her alone.

Hey! Knock that off.

Everyone back inside.

♪ This scar is a fleck on my porcelain skin ♪

♪ Tried to reach deep but you couldn't get in ♪

♪... you see all the beauty

♪ Repent all your sin

♪ It's nothing but time and a face that you lose ♪

♪ I chose to feel it and you couldn't choose ♪

Victim's name is Delia Ferrera.

English teacher over at Grace Goode Secondary.

Organ donor.

On anti-depressants.

You're sure she was pushed, Mo?

Yeah. But no one could ID the killer

since everyone is in costume for the, uh...

Anime North Festival.

Yeah, they had voice actors from Attack on Titan, One Piece.

I hear it was pretty lit.

Uh, nephews.

What costume was the killer wearing?

One kid said it was a Bobobo-bo Bo-bobo costume?

I think they just want to hear me say the name.

Another witness said they were dressed as a plague doctor.

Like, from the Plague plague?

Maybe the killer is making a statement.

Some new ill infecting society?

Conspiracy theorists did use it during COVID

as a symbol to sow discord, but...

I don't know, it does seem a bit...

On the pointy nose.

Juvenile, even.

You know, I used to walk this bridge

on my way to Little League.

My eyes were right at the rail, all four feet of me.

So how does a five-foot-five woman

get pushed over the edge?

Funny place for a scarf.

Mesh on the inside.

You'd have to lean over it to untie it.

If I'm the killer, she was a sitting duck.

Whoever put this here knew that it would stop her

in her tracks on a crowded bridge,

that she'd try to untie it.

I think our killer knew

that this scarf was special to our victim.

Sounds like the kind of person I'd talk about in therapy.

Oh, god.

You two were close?

She's been my patient for about two years.

Some therapists can turn it off at the end of the day.

I... I never could.

Doctor, we found a red silk scarf on the scene.

We think it may have held great meaning to Ms. Ferrera.

Do you know... did she have any romantic partners?

Uh, no. She was single.

And do you have any idea where she was heading today?

Yoga in the Junction and then a...

a matinee at Tarragon.

Oh, she mentioned it at her sessions.

Some Sundays she was going to the botanical gardens.

This past couple of weeks, she was seeing a play.

Doctor, can you tell us anything about her life?

Any issues, conflicts,

anything that might help our investigation?

Look, Delia was brutally murdered.

We're just trying to find her killer.

Um... Delia was a high school teacher.

She was let go about five weeks ago.

Let go. What happened?

She slapped one of her students.

Delia Ferrera, English teacher.

Born Delia Ito,

she was adopted by the Ferreras in Cache Creek, BC.

In 2016, she moves to Toronto to study education at U of T.

A bunch of teaching awards. Then, five weeks ago,

she was fired for slapping a student.

The student she assaulted is Luke Papastratis.

Multi-sport athlete, good grades.

We're meeting with the principal at Grace Goode Secondary

to get the details.

Anything in the victim's social media?

The last thing we found was six years ago

when she was at university.

Not much in her bank account. No debt. No travel.

Romantic relationships? Anything?

No, no signs. Never married.

Nothing raising any red flags.

I did what you asked and voila.

I found our victim on Dundas West

before she was murdered.

Wait. Behind her. Is that who I think it is?

Maybe our killer's message was juvenile for a reason.

Ms. Ferrera assaulted our son,

- not the other way around! - That we understand...

How can you accuse my son of murder?

We're not accusing him of anything, we're just talking.

But if you don't want to have this conversation

in a calm manner, we can conduct this interview without you.

Luke, what was your relationship

with Ms. Ferrera like before the incident?

- Fine, I guess. - You guess?

I don't know, normal?

Okay, was it normal for you to follow her down Dundas West?

That's from moments before she was pushed to her death.

- This is not what you think. - I'm calling our lawyer.

I didn't kill her! You have to believe me!

Gee whiz, Luke.

I've been here all of 30 seconds and it looks to me

like the howler monkey doesn't fall far from the tree here.

It is a long, long road to convincing us

that you didn't do this, so you might as well start now.

I followed her that day to apologize.

Apologize for what? Letting her assault you?

She only did that because I provoked her.

I... I really liked Ms. D.

I hated that she got fired because of me.

I mean, this girl Aisha,

we got into this stupid argument,

and she said that I...

What? Hmm?

This boy from Western Tech,

he started rumours that

a girl was assaulted at our house last summer.

These are just rumours?

Yeah, he was jealous of Luke's girlfriend.

So, what, he lied?

Yes.

I swear.

Now, every time I set the rumour straight,

every time I think it's over,

it just comes up again online.

When-when Aisha said that,

I lost my temper.

Miss D grabbed me, and...

I called her a crazy, out-of-control woman.

Crazy, out-of-control woman?

You hear that somewhere before?

Those exact words?

In the locker room, some of the guys listen

to these podcasts.

Some old guy was talking about how...

it's impossible to co-exist with crazy women.

It slipped out.

That's when she slapped you.

No.

After that, I...

You what?

I asked if she wanted me to be...

- What? - Her naught... her naughty boy.

That's when she...

Yesterday, when I apologized, we cried together.

She hugged me.

I can't believe she's dead.

Principal Roberts, why do you think

Ms. Ferrera reacted to Luke's comment

the way she did?

Every teacher has a breaking point.

Now, when we were in school,

teachers were allowed to discipline us.

Uh, detention, lines on a blackboard.

Now, we just want to make it through the day

without getting cancelled or sued.

You almost make it sound like Luke deserved to get slapped.

No. No one was more shocked or concerned than I was

when Delia slapped him.

And Delia showed no signs of violent tendencies before?

She lived for this job.

She genuinely liked her students, they liked her.

- Even the boys? - What do you mean?

Luke's comment, it sounds a lot

like the sort of thing you hear

coming from the so-called manosphere,

this idea that there are crazy, out-of-control women in society.

Are you hearing a lot of that stuff?

I'm not gonna lie, those clowns, um...

haven't made my job easier.

A gender war is being litigated by these kids,

and honestly, we are not trained to shepherd them through it.

Oh! What the hell? No!

Excuse me? Excuse me!

Hi, I'm Detective Sergeant Frankie Bateman.

May I see your phone, please? Thank you.

This is messed up!

- I was just about to call you. - You get the video?

Yeah, the alert I set up when I was looking

for CCTV of Delia went off about three minutes ago.

Doing a reverse trace on the IP now.

Darcy?

What?

The video was uploaded from inside the school.

The videographer follows Delia

from the minute she arrives on the bridge.

So whoever filmed this video was there to film her.

Do we think the killer is also a student?

The principal doesn't think so, but...

I don't know, there's something about this woman's murder

that feels... confused.

I've got the search history from the school library.

The only thing watched more than Taylor Swift videos

are these manosphere prophets.

You've got academics like Peterson claiming

the natural existence of the patriarchy.

You got that Tate twerp, spewing whatever toxic bile

is coming out of his worm brain,

and they you've got Bill Diamond,

attacking the woke mind virus.

It's almost enough to make you rethink free speech, hmm?

Anything on the computer the video was uploaded from?

Communal desktops in the library.

No student ID necessary.

Why upload it at school?

Well, we think maybe the killer either wanted us

to know it came from within the school or maybe...

He's an idiot. I mean, he's just a dumb kid.

Why film it? Why post it? 'Cause views, 'cause likes.

'Cause these kids were raised on social media.

So, whoever the poster is,

probably linked it to their own page.

And who posted it in the first hour?

I've got...

20 personal social media pages.

Play the video again.

Wait.

Our killer bumps into that cosplayer

with the green hair as he makes his escape.

Looks like he took some glitter and make-up with him.

- Yeah, I saw that. - Keep going.

Stop. That. There.

The reflection.

Looks like we found our cameraman.

It wasn't me.

You were one of the first people

to post the video of Ms. Ferrera's murder.

How did you find it? It wasn't trending.

It certainly wasn't searchable.

Look, Detective Darby, was it?

I appreciate that you guys are trying to trip me up,

but it won't work.

It's just one of the many perks

of having a father who also happens to be

a kick-ass defence lawyer.

Shut up, Jaxxon.

So what exactly are you charging my son with?

Conspiracy to commit murder.

- What? - You know the Crown is

going to want to try him as an adult.

All you have alleged is that he posted a video.

A video of a teacher from his school getting murdered,

a murder that he watched and did nothing to stop.

Well, he wasn't the only one who posted it.

No, he wasn't. But we have our own tech genius on staff,

and he's no edge lord like you, Jaxxon,

but he was able to isolate

the reflection of our videographer

in the shield of this cosplayer, right here.

You see the big purple ears?

The large, vacant eyes?

That's Jax from the Amazing Digital Circus.

He's got nephews.

And you've got selfie after selfie after selfie

of you dressed as Jax all over your socials

from the day Ms. Ferrera was killed.

You couldn't choose a costume

closer to your own actual given name, Jaxxon.

Well, see, the best part

is when you shove a cosplayer out of the way

to get a clear shot of Ms. Ferrera.

It's almost like you knew something bad was gonna happen.

Can I have a moment alone with my idiot son, please?

Jaxxon says he was paid to be

at the Wallace Avenue Pedestrian Bridge

for noon to film something. Claims he didn't know what.

- How much was he paid? -22,000...

-22,000 dollars? - Robux.

What the hell is a Robuck?

Ro-bucks. It's a gaming currency

you use to trick out your avatar, buy weapons.

I need to retire. Does he know our killer?

All contact was anonymous.

Well, how did the killer know to hire him?

Jaxxon said, and I quote, "E'rbody knows

I film all the sus shiz at school."

Then he said something even weirder.

Weirder than Robux?

You can't see it in the video, but...

Jaxxon swears that when the killer ran away,

they had a spider web on their sneaker.

That's not weirder than Robux.

It could be a shoe leveller.

It's, uh, lifts that you attach to your sneaker

to compensate for different bone lengths in the legs.

I've asked Principal Roberts for a list of all the students

with physical accommodations.

Well, he gave us a lead,

but Jaxxon Font doesn't leave here until he is scared

within an inch of his life.

Charge him as an accomplice. That punk kid's got to learn.

That punk kid did give us something.

Should we throw his father a bone?

Okay. Tell him we'll ask Forrester to set bail

at a 100,000 Robux.

After what happened, I just feel like

I don't even want to be in big crowds anymore.

I know, but we can't stay inside forever.

What the hell?

Principal Roberts?

As soon as you grab your things, go straight home.

We will email your parents with an official message

later this evening.

We got here as fast as we could.

So, uh, the costume was posed in Delia's old classroom?

In her chair. You tell me this was just a prank?

Kids can come back.

Until that time, I am operating

as if a murderer is enrolled in this school.

You have that list of students with accommodations?

Sorry. With all this, I almost forgot.

Is that... Yeah.

Aisha. Hi.

I'm Detective Sergeant Frankie Bateman.

You haven't found Ms. Ferrera's killer yet?

- No. - That's too bad.

Ms. Ferrera made me feel like good things were possible.

Hey.

There's glitter and make-up on the nose.

Looks right.

Hi, I'm Detective John Darcy.

Just so you know,

those remote learning webcams in there?

They turn on a few minutes before class begins

and turn off when it ends.

So, whoever put that costume in there

had to know when they're switched on,

or else they'd be seen.

Good tip. Thank you.

And no, I didn't see who put it there.

Can I go to catch my bus now?

Of course.

Principal Roberts.

Did any of these kids start remote learning recently?

Uh, yeah, Colin Hobarth.

Left school right around the time that Delia was let go.

Horrible bullying incident with this girl Shawna.

What did he do?

Actually, it was the other way around.

Colin, Principal Roberts says you,

uh... you made the switch to remote learning

due to a bullying incident?

Something was always happening to him at that school.

It was nothing.

You'll have to forgive my mother.

I was born with anisomelia.

- One leg shorter than the other. - Ah.

It's made her very protective of me.

The bullying was a month ago,

but that mark on your face looks pretty fresh.

Did you reinjure it?

Well, it wasn't actually bullying.

He was meeting a girl named Shawna.

And she was insulted by this older boy,

and Colin stood up for her.

The older boy beat him up,

but I think he was brave that night.

The strongest, fastest lobsters

in the ocean rule our society.

When a weak, albeit intellectually superior lobster

like myself catches the eye

of one of the prize females, the alpha will pounce.

Take his share and mine. That's just biology.

That's Peterson, right?

"12 Rules for Life."

Hmm. You've been initiated.

No, I just love clickbait.

But, hey, 1% of the world's population holds

90% of its wealth, so it's hard data to ignore.

"The bullies have always benefitted

by forcing the exceptional into the shadows."

Bill Diamond.

Got me through some dark times.

Dark times? Like your father leaving?

Excuse me?

There's no men's shoes or jackets in the closet.

There's no big-screen TV in the living room.

You're not here to talk about remote learning, are you?

Uh, Catherine...

Catherine, I'm sure you've heard, but, um...

a teacher who works at Colin's school,

Delia Ferrera, was murdered on Sunday.

Could you tell me where Colin was

between 1 and 3 PM that day?

Oh, at his physio appointment at St. Joe's.

You're sure he was at the hospital?

Yes, we rode our bikes there together.

And you were with him for the entire appointment?

Well, no, I went for a coffee at Reunion

and read my book. Why?

I only ask because Colin seems to have a thing

for bending the truth.

What are you talking about?

Principal Roberts told us what really happened

the night Colin got bullied.

He wasn't beaten up for defending Shawna's honour,

Ms. Hobarth. Colin was beaten by Shawna and her friends

for being, in their words, "creepy."

Making them feel unsafe. They lured your son.

Shawna told him she liked him. Asked him to meet up,

and when he arrived, well, you saw his face, so...

I'll ask you again.

Are you sure Colin was at the hospital the entire time?

Ms. Hobarth, um...

this likely just a big misunderstanding.

Yes.

If you want us to confirm Colin's alibi,

we need is his phone.

Of course.

Colin wears shoes levellers and St. Joe's is

only a nine-minute bike ride to the Wallace Avenue Bridge.

Yeah, he's our killer. That's one confused kid.

Hey, how do you know so much about these manosphere guys?

You've never asked why I know things before.

Yeah, well, the other things you know

don't walk into Polytechnique and shoot 14 women.

My sister's kids,

the oldest one in particular, he's been...

struggling, listening to all this stuff.

I'm trying to understand it so I can, I don't know, help.

Like I said, nephews.

Location data from Colin's phone puts him

at St. Joe's for a 56-minute window,

including the moment Delia was killed.

Physical therapist confirm he was there?

Yes and no.

She gives Colin her exercises, but then,

she goes to do her rounds.

So you think this little kid snuck out, killed a woman,

and just biked back to therapy?

I do. Colin was bullied by a group of girls

around the time Delia was fired.

They beat him, humiliated him.

So much so, he lied to his mother about it.

We're thinking he was radicalized around this time.

Colin's phone suggests he's consumed thousands of hours

of manosphere podcasts.

That may make him a disciple.

That does not make him a murderer.

No, but Colin's been to see Bill Diamond

at seven different live tapings of the Diamond Exchange.

Oh. They look chummy.

Yeah, the first two selfies were taken

almost three months ago, but the next five?

All taken after Colin was bullied at school.

Including this one,

which was taken six days before

Delia Ferrera was pushed off a bridge

by someone with orthotic shoes.

We know who our killer is, Inspector.

We just don't know why.

We're hoping Colin's obsession with Bill Diamond

will shed some light on why an historically nonviolent kid

would suddenly kill a teacher he never even had.

Unfortunately, this, this... celebration

of female uniqueness has become com or bid

in the demonization of all uniquely male traits,

labelling them toxic.

We've all heard that word, right? Toxic.

That's right. And by doing that, what did it get us?

It got us more of the same kinds of violent men

that society claims they want to rehabilitate.

But if you govern by shame,

it leads to rage, and it's gotta stop.

Whoa.

It's gotta stop right here in this room.

I'll take applause.

There, that's right.

"What brings you to the Diamond Exchange?

How has your life changed

between the outset of #MeToo and now?"

Well, at least the questions aren't leading.

And then there's 20 multiple choice

that look like they've been pulled

from a mental health screening.

There it is. Spread the word, okay?

Uh, hi.

Ma'am, there's a line.

Yeah, there is.

And you crossed it about eight times

in your little speech in there.

Ah.

What can I do for you, Detectives?

We're investigating the murder of a teacher

named Delia Ferrera. Did you know her?

Doesn't ring a bell.

What about, uh...

Colin Hobarth? You must remember this guy, yeah?

I take a lot of pictures with a lot of people.

Mr. Diamond, uh...

all of the young men we questioned

during this murder investigation have a connection

or devotion to you and your messaging.

- Any idea why? - Yeah. I do.

Chapter eight. "A Utopia of Eunuchs."

My gift to you.

You know, I find this questionnaire illuminating.

Um... "Trauma is meant to be confronted, not concealed."

"Tell us yours." That's... a little invasive, isn't it?

I'm a psychotherapist.

That's data I use as a tool to help people

who need my guidance.

Do you ever think your messaging

is guiding people to some bad places?

My message does not promote violence.

And-and I'll tell you, this-this fear

of young men that everyone is taught today,

that's the new Satanic Panic.

It would be irresponsible of me to promote such...

such nonsense. Okay? We clear?

Yeah. Yeah, our boys are in crisis

and you are getting rich off that crisis.

This chapter he referenced?

The illustration, it's an anthurium.

It's a phallic nightmare.

So much so that flower enthusiasts call it

the Naughty Boy.

Hey!

I've been waiting for you to call.

I-I worried you were leaving me all alone.

Yeah, thanks. Thanks.

You can't just come up to me,

not with the cops snooping around.

Listen, I know you had people walking out on you

your whole life, but I am not one of those men.

All you have to do is stay quiet. Okay, Son?

The TDSB sent over the archive of Delia's work email.

Nothing from Bill Diamond or Naughty Boy.

No, no, they have to be connected.

Diamond is a podcaster.

He makes a living speaking, so I did a search for his voice.

This was in the deleted messages.

Buckle up, kids.

I'm sorry I've been such a bad girl.

Cover your eyes.

The red scarf. It was hers.

I know how you can make it up to me.

Kiss the naughty boy.

Yeah, they were connected.

The sex tape, metadata says it was filmed in June 2019.

He was still a professor. She was an undergrad.

They did everything they could to keep it buried.

Diamond was forced out of the university

after he publicly drifted into the intellectual dark web

about a year later.

That's when we think that Delia tried

to break it off, and Diamond started

holding the revenge porn over her head.

At least we know why Delia slapped Luke.

The kid had no idea the nerve he was stepping on.

And it's not even just that.

So after we found the tape,

we did a full search on the address it came from.

160 emails in the last three months

where the sender harasses Delia.

Things she wore to school, things she said in the hallway.

Colin was spying on her for him?

Everyone who goes to the Diamond Exchange

has to fill out this questionnaire.

Colin likely wrote that he went to Grace Goode

and Diamond pounced.

Can we prove that these emails came from Diamond?

He was very careful. Used a fake account.

Never signed his name, or Naughty Boy.

"Naughty Boy." Man is so vile, he's making me hate flowers.

And I love flowers.

- Flowers. - What?

The last three weeks of Delia's life,

she went to matinees every Sunday,

but every Sunday before that...

She went to the Botanical Gardens.

So what changed? Why did she stop going?

Let's find out.

Yeah, I remember this character.

He always used to come by with a real nice lady.

Hmm, is, uh...

is this her?

Yeah.

She brought the staff treats

and remembered everybody's name, you know?

Do you remember anything strange?

Anything that sticks out?

Strange is a long list with that guy.

He was always forcing, um...

- Delia. - Delia to hold his hand.

And one time, he got so angry she started crying.

- What happened? - Well, when I got there,

she started explaining everything away,

what a big misunderstanding it was, you know.

Do you have footage?

I'm sorry.

They erase the tapes at the end of each month.

What about four Sundays ago?

Sure, yeah. I wasn't working, but I can pull it up for you.

There they are.

I don't suppose you have sound

of this lovers' quarrel, huh, Stanley?

Our donors don't come in here and neither does their money.

Is this the only video of them you have?

Yeah, I worked the next two Sundays

and she wasn't here.

Uh, but the man came back a couple of weeks later

with some other gentleman.

Another gentleman? What did he look like?

Uh, tall, bald, nice face.

Is that him? Yeah, that's him.

We're gonna need that footage too.

No, you never asked me about Bill Diamond.

You asked me if Delia had ever...

Stop.

She spoke about Diamond in her sessions, right?

Did she mention that he was holding a sex tape

over her head?

You know I can't answer that.

Right. Because that would be a breach of ethics.

You don't take the Hippocratic oath just to be a hypocrite.

You know, we talked to everyone who knew Delia

and you're the only one who knew

she'd be crossing the bridge at the time of her murder.

- Isn't that funny? - It's not what it looks like.

No? Because it looks like

conspiracy to commit murder to me.

Bill Diamond wrote to me, okay?

He knew I was treating Delia and he wanted to see

if I could help find closure for both of them.

He wanted to chat.

Man to man.

Therapist to therapist.

What kind of therapist invites a patient's stalker

into her life? She trusted you.

Look, there was a time

before the multi-million-dollar book deals

and the lucrative podcasts when Bill Diamond was

very respected in our field.

I-I watched all his seminars. I cited his studies. I...

You told him that Delia would be crossing

- the Wallace Avenue Bridge... - No!

At least I didn't intend to.

What does that mean? Exactly.

All I said is I would talk to Delia,

find if she had any interest in finding closure.

I made no promises.

And he said, "What about next Sunday?"

And stupidly, I...

Jesus. Why didn't you say anything?

I-I hoped I was wrong.

Okay, well, she's dead, so you weren't.

Okay. Sunday, May 3rd.

What'd they fight about?

Gee whiz, Bateman,

it's almost like he's gonna cite confidentiality.

But that couldn't be true, could it?

So my client lied about knowing Ms. Ferrera.

In the current climate, the way he is demonized

by feminist groups in the media,

he didn't feel safe telling the truth.

Especially to the female officer you came with.

Yeah, she scares me too, that's why

she isn't here today. I wanted us to feel safe.

Now, and Colin Hobarth?

You lied about knowing him too, right?

Like I said, he's just a fan.

Who happened to go to the same school

that your ex-girlfriend was teaching at.

I'm sure I have a lot of fans at that school.

Oh, I'm sure you do.

But the, uh... the email address

you used to send revenge porn to Delia Ferrera...

Oh, that's enough, Detective.

Sorry. Sometimes it's hard to control

- the naughty boy in me. - Huh.

Anthuriums, right? Like the, um...

illustration in your book.

They don't bloom here until, what, midsummer?

If you say so.

If I say so. I wish.

Can you imagine being able to grow things?

Shape them.

Warp them just by saying so. That's a lot of power.

Like I said, I don't know the boy.

- He says you're friends. - Does he?

He's obviously delusional.

Parasocial relationships are very complicated,

very powerful things.

I've obviously imprinted on the boy in some way,

I don't know. I mean,

a lot of people have this with celebrities.

So would you say in your professional estimation

that this child who killed a teacher,

your ex-girlfriend, is sick? Demented?

I mean, I wouldn't use those exact words, but yes,

if the boy, as you said, killed someone,

well, that would be an exhibition

of very anti-social behaviour...

Whoa, this conversation is so boring.

You guys wanna watch a movie?

Let's watch a movie.

That's you in disguise.

I'm losing my patience here, Detective...

Shhh. This is the good part.

Six years of Sundays.

Six years of not dating anyone

because you wouldn't let her. Six years of trying

to hold her hand, kiss her, make love to her.

Trying to wear her down, begging her to love you again.

And then one day she just told you off. What happened?

You'd have...

You'd have to ask her.

Well, we can't, because she was murdered by a child.

Then I suggest you go talk to him.

Talk to him? Yeah.

Good idea.

Still think he has your back?

Does that sound like a friend to you?

Come on.

Not one little guess as to what changed

the day Delia Ferrera told you off

and made you look like a complete fool

at the Botanical Gardens? Detective Darcy...

Oh, you have a guess?

No? Okay, I'll go. The time stamp on the video,

it's May 3rd, but I-I think this was Delia's 4th of July.

Her Independence Day.

- Stay calm. - You blackmailed her

for six years with a sex tape you made in private.

Hold hold hold... why would I do that? Eh? Why? To what end?

Hers, obviously. You couldn't let her go,

so you threatened to release the video

and ruin the one thing in this life

she truly loved. Teaching.

I mean, what parent is gonna want their child taught

by a woman who's acting out

student-teacher sex fantasies online?

Today's climate would have ruined her.

You forced her into your life on your terms.

But when she lost her job, that sex tape held no power

over her anymore and it drove you crazy.

"How dare she live her own life

without me telling her what to do?"

So you turned to this.

The psychological profile of a hurt little boy

and you gave him Delia's scarf

and turned him into a weapon of your design.

What did you write on it?

That your dad left?

That your father didn't love you anymore?

You hear him?

He saw that hole in your heart and he used you.

Delia was innocent.

Anything he told you about her was a lie.

She didn't do anything wrong.

She was just a person.

She didn't deserve to die.

You didn't deserve to be put in that position. He used you.

Did Colin tell you that those girls lured him

to the gym? How they beat him up?

Did he tell you how angry, how scared, how alone he felt?

You must have thought you hit the jackpot.

That's enough! I told you I never met that boy!

Bill, let's go.

He's ridiculous! It's ridiculous!

What am I? Responsible for every delusional freak

that comes to see me talk?

Not another word. Not another word. Let's go.

What the hell is this?

Was he watching the interview?

Oh, I am going to have a field day with this.

None of it, not one word, is usable in court.

Yeah, well, you know what, counsellor?

We don't need your client's words.

Is that right, Colin?

He told you when Ms. Ferrera would be crossing

the Wallace Avenue Bridge, didn't he?

- This is absurd. - Right.

Because a man of your intellect, your academic standing,

would never commit such a ludicrous crime.

Colin, he told you that she would be on the bridge, right?

No, no, no. Hey, Colin? Colin? Listen.

You need to talk to my lawyer, okay?

You need to talk him alone right now, son.

Wait, you two are friends?

No. Uh... no.

Colin, he does not care about you. He does not love you.

You know what I still can't figure out?

The plague doctor costume, the posting it online.

I mean, pushing Ms. Ferrera off the bridge I get,

because you're a coward and you needed a kid to do it,

- but the other two details... - Charge him now

- or we're walking. - What was the message?

Independent women are the new disease in society?

You know, for such a smart guy, not smart, y'know?

Yeah, that should tell you something.

Let's go.

You said she was gonna destroy you. Right?

You... you said... you said she had a video of you

and that if it came out, you'd be gone,

- just like my father. - Colin, please.

You said all I had to do was push.

- Colin, shut up... - Like a game...

- Shut up! - You told me to kill her!

I didn't tell you to film it!

I didn't tell you...

I didn't tell you to put a costume in her classroom.

What is the matter with you?

I wanted them to be scared like I was!

I wanted them to feel how they've made me feel

my entire life.

Ex-expendable.

"You can't push an entire generation of boys

into the shadows and expect us to feel last century's sun

on our faces."

You told me that.

Aren't we worthy of love?

Wait. Wait, why...

why are they putting handcuffs on my son?

He's cooperated, right? Colin's helped. Please?

He helped the wrong man, Ms. Hobarth.

You couldn't pay me enough to go back, be a boy again.

Not in this mess.

Difuze