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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.

And so there we were, in the middle of the lake.

Just two kids and a leaky canoe

and about a million mosquitoes.

And that's where my fever dream started.

I'm still convinced it was malaria.

Yeah, maybe.

But while Jeremy here was checking the canoe

for leaks, I was looking at the stars.

And I was thinking we should make a sweater

that feels like tis moment right here.

Anyway, 20 years later,

he's still the one keeping Good North upright.

Well, someone had to figure out how to pay for

all that fabric, right, Wes?

But the truth is...

without your vision, there is no Good North.

Or without your support,

which is why we've invited you here tonight

to our company's camp for at-risk youth.

It's a little, um...

It's a little nod to where it all started.

In nature.

My brother and I, we are very proud to present

Good North's 20th anniversary capsule.

Come on, you guys!

From the Ellsworth family to the Good North family,

thank you.

Yeah, I'm right back into it. Yeah. Yeah, yeah.

He's good.

Whoa, hey, hey, hey. Ella, hey.

Let me, okay?

Pardon me, hi.

I just need to borrow my brother for a quick second. Okay?

Come on. Relax. It's not what you think.

Hey, I love you, but that is a bad look.

Love you too, pal. There's nothing to worry about.

Mmm.

Hey.

Sorry to keep you waiting.

After last time, I didn't think you had an appetite

for what I was selling.

No, believe me, the appetite was always there.

I just, um...

- Everything okay? - Yeah.

No, just... had a little car trouble.

Don't tell me not to worry, Wes. You look like a wreck.

Even the guys in accounting are talking.

Oh, God, not accounting!

God forbid the great visionary looks a little

worse for wear during a national marketing roll out.

I know you better than anyone.

Is that really all this is?

Hey! Look at me.

You are losing the thread, brother.

20 years, Wes!

20 years.

We didn't just turn your vision into a clothing brand.

We turned it into a fortress.

Do you think that I don't know that, Jeremy?

I think you're forgetting that our family

lives in that fortress.

Don't so anything to weaken it now. Hm?

What's going on? Whoa!

Not today, Satan.

What is that?

Victim looks familiar.

Looks like every other guy I dated

when I was still trying to convince my mom

I was straight.

Heard you're with Bateman. She drop you already?

No, she's got some crown business to attend to.

Wes Ellsworth.

As in the Ellsworth brothers?

- Who? - The founders of Good North.

It's a clothing monopoly built on national identity.

They took the whole "Canadian heritage" thing

and polished it for the suburbs.

Their stuff is a bit obvious,

but they did master the merino-blend sock,

I'll give them that.

Did you talk to the neighbours?

As above, so below. Nobody heard a thing.

That's because the killer slit the victim's throat first.

Right through the jugular. He went down right away.

No chance to scream for the people in 4B.

Looks like he put up a fight, though.

Mr. Canoehead.

A portage tattoo.

Kinda goes along with the whole "Canadian heritage" brand thing.

Look at these stab wounds.

They're vertical. Parallel.

The killer was above him, likely straddling him.

And then they drove the knife in repeatedly

until his heart had nothing left to pump.

What about the murder weapon?

We're searching the premises now.

Any idea what the victim was doing

in Liberty Village?

He owns the unit.

But his license placed him in High Park.

Maybe it's, uh... investment property

or a second rental unit?

No. Lookit.

There's no dust on these bulbs.

That's a professional cleaner on a contract.

These plants?

This feature wall?

All fake.

The sparkling water,

it's lined up like a product display.

Wes didn't live here. He escaped here.

Question is...

who was he escaping with?

Da Silva placed time of death

between 08:00 and 11:00 last night.

Any chance we caught the killer on camera?

Lobby footage is a bust.

As for the back door, no camera coverage.

Makes sense for someone maintaining

a secondary residence as a...

Oh! Love nest. Well, that's polite.

That's what Wes' cleaning lady called it.

She said he hadn't been using it in recent months

but before that, the signs were always the same.

Empty wine bottles, unmade bed, used condoms in the trash.

Same thing every time except this one.

What does our crime scene tell us about our killer?

There was no usable physical evidence left behind,

- but that level of violence... - You think that there's

history between the killer and the victim.

I think it's worth considering.

I've got something else you'll wanna consider.

Footage from the block outside the loft.

This is Wes, 07:55 last night.

Who's the tail?

That would be Wes' fiancé, Ella Mitchell.

Same address as Wes in High Park.

So Wes' bride-to-be followed him back to the loft

he's been using as personal no-tell motel for years.

That's not just history. That is motive.

I can't believe Wes is just gone.

You know about the affairs?

Uh...

He said the affairs were over

and I believed him for a while.

- Until when? - Two weeks ago.

That's when the behaviour started up again.

What behaviour?

Sudden defensiveness. Guilt flowers.

Late nights, no answers.

- So I got myself an answer. - You followed him back to his

loft and you had it out with him.

No, that is not what happened.

You tailed him last night. He's found dead this morning.

This afternoon, I find you with a packed bag.

You really expect me to believe you didn't confront him?

I don't kick down doors to watch my fiancé

fumbling around with some young thing whose frontal lobe

just finished developing.

I'm not a masochist, Detective.

Can anyone attest to your whereabouts last night?

Yes. My best friend Rene.

The second Wes pulled into that loft,

I called her and I drove straight to her house.

I was there all night

until I came home and grabbed a few things.

You were gonna leave him.

You know, the pathetic part is...

if Wes showed up instead of you,

I would probably be unpacking already.

Ms. Mitchell, do you have any idea

who Wes might have been seeing?

Like I said, I'm an idiot, not a masochist.

He shows up to the loft around 08:00.

Where was he coming from?

He scratched his car

at the Good North lot two weeks ago.

He went to the auto body shop

and then he went straight to the loft.

Did anyone else know about the loft?

I don't think so.

If anyone did, it...

it would be his brother, Jeremy.

My brother and me, we were always happiest outdoors.

Making sure other people get to experience that,

it's not just how Good North started.

It's... it's the whole point.

It's why we started our camp for at-risk youth.

You do seem close.

Did Wes ever mention his loft?

Apparently he used it to entertain.

No, but...

I'm not surprised that he didn't,

Wes knew that I wouldn't approve.

Uh...

He, um... he had a charm that often got ahead of his judgment.

I knew it would catch up with him one day.

Did that create friction in your partnership?

No, no, no.

No, our differences, that's what made our partnership work.

I mean, I've always been the suit. But Wes...

Wes was the heart and soul of Good North, the visionary.

This anniversary collection.

It's a bit of a pivot from your usual staples.

The paint, the patches.

Was that Wes' direction?

Yes, and designs.

From conception to completion in under half a year.

I don't know how I'm gonna do it without him.

Mr. Ellsworth,

in the last two weeks, did you have any idea

where Wes was spending his evenings

or who he might've been spending them with?

No, but I knew that something was off. He looked...

unravelled.

But he said it was just stress from the marketing roll out.

I gotta take this, Detective,

um... please, take as much time as you need.

I wanna help as much as I can.

- Thank you. - Yeah.

Hello? Yeah...

Kiera Vega.

I've never stepped foot in Wes' loft.

Where were you last night between 08:00 and 11:00?

Songbird. It's a restaurant

with low lighting and discreet tables.

It's where I take all my clients who value privacy,

- including Wes. - Clients.

Is that why Wes sent you the flowers?

Because he was one of your clients?

- Excuse me? - Four days ago,

Wes sent his fiancé a bouquet of flowers.

Veronicas, they're the flower of fidelity.

But he also sent a second arrangement,

of white roses, to you.

Do you know what white roses

symbolize in Greek mythology, Ms. Vega?

That's right. Silence.

Which makes me wonder

what services were you providing for Wes?

The professional kind.

I'm a crisis consultant with Apex.

Apex! You guys are big time.

You're the ones white collars call when the board of directors

start to smell blood in the water.

Which is why my clients prefer

to keep our relationships off the books.

Being seen with a fixer

usually implies there's something that needs fixing.

So what was the leak in Wes' boat?

If I told you that, I wouldn't be very good at my job.

If I left here without an answer, neither would I.

Wes wanted me to find dirt on someone named

Javi Day.

Why would Wes need a fixer to handle a kid?

Your guess is as good as mine.

How do you manage a client's crisis without

knowing the variables?

I asked Wes the exact same question.

That's when he reminded me that Good North

wasn't officially an Apex client yet.

He said if I could be trusted to handle this quietly,

then we could talk about a contract.

And landing Good North would

have been career-changing for me, so I agreed.

Wes' flowers indicate that you delivered.

So...

what'd you find?

Javi Day is on a full ride at TMU for fashion design.

Private scholarship.

I started to pull threads on his application,

dug into his references, and it turns out

no one has ever heard of him.

And what did Wes do with this information?

Didn't say.

Please tell me you hit up that sandwich truck

outside City Hall.

Lots of mayo.

Crown held me hostage for three days

just to turn around and offer a plea deal

right before it was my turn to testify.

The grand theatre of the Ontario judicial system,

a bureaucratic masterpiece

designed to age us all prematurely.

Well, it's working. I got your notes on the Ellsworth file.

Scorned fiancé with an airtight alibi,

brother who says the victim was unravelling

like a cheap sweater. What's the latest?

Turns out Wes went entirely off the books.

Hired an Apex consultant to find something

to use against a 20-year-old fashion student.

Javi Day.

Lives near TMU with a roommate.

Why would a retail titan hire a high-priced fixer

to go after some kid?

Unless the kid already had dirt on him.

Not just dirt. You hire Apex,

you're looking at an extinction-level event.

What?

Come on. I ate mine in the elevator.

You can eat yours in the car.

Yeah, that's the guy who showed up

in Javi's design class six months ago. Wes Ellsworth.

Javi called him his visionary mentor.

Said he was the first person in the industry

to make him feel like he wasn't invisible.

Ironically, he ghosted Javi pretty quickly.

Eliza, did Javi happen to mention where

he was going when he left this morning?

Nah. He's been in a "don't talk to me or I'll bite"

phase for weeks.

He's the worst roommate sometimes.

But he did throw a bunch of his stuff into a garbage bag

- before he left. - What stuff?

Everything he's been working on for the past year.

What'd he do with it?

Guess it's in there.

So Javi fakes his references

to get into the design program of his dreams just

to throw all his work out with the trash?

What if he was left with no choice?

Let's walk it back.

Both Wes and Javi start spiralling two weeks ago.

It's right around the time that Wes starts meeting with Kiera.

A week before that, Good North launches its anniversary line,

which went from concept to completion

in just under six months? It was right after

Javi meets and is ghosted by Wes.

Wes stole Javi's designs.

A whole year's worth.

I didn't kill that knockoff savant.

Oh, now he's a knockoff savant.

Gee whiz, what happened to "visionary mentor."

Wes Ellsworth, co-CEO

of one of the most recognizable brands in the country,

comes into your class like a god.

But he doesn't give attention to the others.

No, he sets his sights on you.

Offers to take you under his wing,

tells you that you have the eye.

- I do. - Of course you do.

Why else would Wes steal your designs only to have you

find out by seeing him model them on the side of a bus?

Can't imagine what you said when you confronted him.

I haven't seen him in months.

Are you sure about that?

Because this is you outside of Good North

two weeks ago sticking your knife into his car.

Javi, if you really have nothing to hide,

now is the time to talk.

I tried Wes a few weeks ago.

After I saw the ads.

What did he say?

He didn't even blink.

Just pulled out a check for ten grand and an NDA.

Like he was waiting for me.

But I said no to the money. I told him I'd go public.

The media department at TMU or something.

But then he hired someone to dig up your fake references

and told you that if you ever talked,

he would not only get you kicked out of school,

he would discredit you before you even had the chance

- to expose him. - I had to fake

those references! I was working two jobs to help my family.

I didn't have a chance to network.

I didn't know anybody in the industry.

How does that give Wes Ellsworth the right to steal my designs?

And threaten to steal my future too? How is that fair?

Javi, Wes cornered you so you turned your knife on him.

No, no, no, no... that's not what happened.

Then what happened?

When I learned I could lose the scholarship...

I took the payout.

I wouldn't have killed him before I got the money.

And did you get the money?

Hit my account yesterday morning.

That's when I threw these out.

Javi was telling the truth.

The money didn't get to his account until the morning

after the murder. Wes must've sent it the night he died.

How do we know that the kid wasn't holding a knife

to Wes' throat as he did it?

A group of students at a TMU studio

confirmed seeing Javi there all night.

Fair. Can we at least tie the money back to Wes?

Took some digging, but yes. The money came from a fund

registered to a numbered company owned by Wes.

I'm gonna assume that Wes didn't go to the trouble

of building a whole corporate veil just to pay off

one design student.

Then you'd be right.

Javi wasn't a one-off.

The company's ten years old

and there's a pattern of one-time payments

to young designers since its inception.

No similar transactions recently,

but there is an anomaly.

A recurring payment of $5,000 a month

to a Lad and Ladle Catering.

Like clockwork.

Trail goes back three years.

So Wes had a secret with a longer shelf life.

Follow the money.

I was here the night Wes died, cooking for a school retreat.

Wes was the one who hired me as Camp Good North's cook

back when it opened 15 years ago,

then brought me on as the company's corporate caterer

a few years back. I owe him a lot.

Can you tell me why Wes was your catering company

Lad and Ladle $5,000 a month for the last three years?

It was a retainer. I'm on call 24/7.

Whenever Good North needs a spread...

But the money wasn't coming from Good North.

It was coming from a numbered company Wes set up.

Because it was hush money.

I don't know what you're talking about.

That's a shame, because my partner's at your bank

right now digging through your financial records

with a fine-tooth comb.

So either you can cooperate, talk to me now

while this is still considered cooperation

or we can wait until we find out exactly

what Wes was paying you for.

But remember, Ernie,

Wes isn't here anymore to take the fall.

That leaves you.

A few years back, we had a camper with low blood sugar.

Every night, she'd take hot cocoa to level things out.

But one day, her father came storming in here saying that

the cocoa was making her pass out.

Demanded to know what I was giving her.

What was the problem?

Well, that's the thing, I didn't know.

I used the same cocoa for the kids all summer.

But her dad didn't wanna hear it.

And that's when Wes stepped in.

What was Wes doing here?

The Ellsworth family volunteers at the camp

the last week of every summer. They're great with the kids.

And with the parents too, apparently.

Wes was able to talk the guy down.

And I thought that was it.

Until I took the trash out from the kitchen

a couple of days later.

The bag ripped.

What did you find?

An empty pill bottle for prescription sedatives.

The name was ripped off the label.

What did you do with it?

I brought it to Wes and asked him if he thought someone

could have been drugging that girl's cocoa.

And he said it was probably just some kids pranking her

and told me that if I made a fuss about it,

the camp would close and all these at-risk kids

would lose this experience. I didn't know what to think.

What did you think when the money started coming in?

Do you remember the girl's name?

I never forgot it.

Santana Carter.

Good North doesn't need Apex's services.

Your brother saw things differently.

He considered my fee a small price

to ensure this didn't become Good North's legacy.

Normally, the cocoa would make me feel better,

but during the last week of camp,

it just made me feel... more tired.

So I'd leave the campfire early and go back to the cabin alone.

Santana, how often did this happen?

Three times too many.

I should've taken her home.

Santana, do you want a minute before we continue?

Actually...

I'd like my dad to leave.

What? Santana...

Mr. Carter. Why don't we give them the room?

Santana'll let us know when it's okay to come back.

Sorry. He's such a crash out.

Well, to be fair, my daughter calls me that all the time.

Santana, you said the cocoa made you feel even more tired

than a regular sugar drop?

Was there anything else that felt different?

Yeah. It felt like my body was heavy

but my brain was light.

And kind of fuzzy, it that makes any sense?

It makes perfect sense.

And do you remember how you felt in the morning, after?

Hey. You don't have to tell me anything you're not ready

to talk about.

The next morning,

my head hurt.

It hurt really bad every time.

But, um...

not as bad as...

down there.

I didn't really know any better

or else I would have told my dad.

But he kept trying to make me leave my friends

and I just...

I didn't really understand.

Do you remember who did this to you?

No.

I don't remember anything after falling asleep.

Okay.

What happened is not your fault.

Now if it's something you feel ready to do,

I can have my partner bring your dad in.

We could tell him about this together.

It's up to you.

Okay.

Santana can't even remember the attacks, let alone

put a face to them.

As for the father, that was genuine shock.

He had no idea what happened until a few minutes ago.

Wes didn't just build a camp for at-risk kids.

He built an ideal hunting ground for a child predator.

Odds are Santana wasn't his only victim.

You think Santana Carter was just the tip of the iceberg?

According to the camp cook,

the Ellsworth family spent the last week

of every summer there since it opened.

It means that Wes had access to girls like Santana

for 15 years.

If she wasn't his only victim,

and maybe one of the others

tracked Wes down, decided a slit throat

was the only way to settle the score.

Any formal complaints against the camp?

According to our database, nothing.

What about online?

I've checked every social media, blogging platform,

and chat forum I could find for anyone

airing Good North's dirty laundry. Nothing.

So I stopped looking for what people were posting

and started looking for what they got taken down.

And?

Just found a legal request made to Reddit

to remove a comment about Good North

from a subreddit called Camper Confessions.

Can we see that comment?

Reddit hasn't sent over the content yet.

Yeah, but someone wanted it gone badly enough

to get lawyers involved. Does it say who?

Apex Crisis consulting.

Ms. Vega, did you know that sexual assault

is the most under reported violent crime in this country?

Now factor in at-risk youth,

with parents who already don't trust the system.

What do you think the result is?

It goes even more under reported.

I'm a crisis consultant, Detective, I know the math.

I'm just not sure why we're doing it in my boardroom.

Okay, I can help you with that.

"Camp Good North is low key sketchy."

I went there like six years ago and a girl in my cabin

said her stepsister was assaulted there.

Drugged too, because she couldn't remember anything.

"Anyone hear about this?"

This was a comment in a subreddit one month ago.

It was deleted one week after.

Now we couldn't trace the poster, but we did manage

to trace the person who had it scrubbed, right back to you.

You care to explain to us why you withheld that information?

At the time, I didn't think it had anything

to do with your investigation.

Well, we're telling you now we think it does.

So unless you want to be dragged out of Apex in cuffs

for obstruction, tell us what you were really doing for Wes.

Apex has been circling Good North for years.

So I crashed their anniversary party last month

and I offered to but the brothers dinner

on Apex's dime. They accepted.

And I wanted to impress them.

So I had my tech team do a digital sweep

for any threats to Good North's reputation

and eliminate them before we sat down.

Including that Reddit comment.

What was Wes' reaction

when you showed him the scrubbed comment?

Oh, non-existent. They declined my services.

But Wes reached out again.

For an off-the-books meeting, but this time he was different.

Paranoid, dishevelled. Something big was eating at him.

That's how I knew Javi was just a test.

A test for something bigger? Like the Reddit comment?

You can't manage sexual assault allegations without details.

So what were they?

Wes spoke hypothetically

about pills in girls' food at the camp.

Did he name any of the girls? Did he say how many?

No. He just gave me enough to strategize.

What about his brother? Did he say anything?

No, he was adamant, no one else gets involved.

I gave him my word and I kept it.

Until Wes was killed.

I brought back Apex's contract to Jeremy yesterday.

I figured I would tell him what Wes did

and I would get his signature on the dotted line.

What did you get instead?

Nothing.

He heard me out and escorted me out.

I couldn't get a read on him at all.

If Kiera is to be trusted, and that is an if,

it's strange that Jeremy had no reaction

to hearing what Wes did to those girls.

Unless it wasn't his first time hearing it.

Now, protecting Good North is Jeremy's job.

If he knew what Wes was doing all along and the Reddit comment

wasn't news to him, it was a risk assessment.

And since Kiera has already it scrubbed, maybe he figured

the smartest move for Good North

was no move at all.

But then Wes got spooked, went rogue, met with Kiera,

and spilled the kind of tea that could sink the company.

If Jeremy found out,

he might've thought that the only way to protect

20 years of Good North is to kill its visionary.

I had no idea what Wes was doing at Camp Good North.

Oh, let me guess, you also had no idea

that he was paying off the cook to stay quiet about him slipping

drugs into the kids' cocoa.

No, I didn't.

If Wes was paying off Ernie,

he was not doing it through Good North's books.

I would've known.

If you told me a month ago that Wes was capable of any of this,

I would not have believed you.

- What changed? - Wes did.

After that initial meeting with Kiera,

he pushed and pushed for Good North to sign with Apex.

- What was his reason? - Well, that's the thing,

he didn't really have one. Which is why I shut down

the conversation.

When exactly did you learn that your brother

was a child predator?

Um... yesterday.

When Kiera came by.

Are you sure?

Because according to Kiera,

you didn't so much as flinch when she told you.

Is there a correct way

to respond to information like that, Detective?

There's a human way.

You expect us to believe

you just accepted what Kiera told you

about your business partner, your brother,

without asking questions or pushback? Why?

Cos I believed her!

The minute that she said it,

everything that Wes did after that Reddit comment made sense.

Pushing for Apex, the sudden spiralling.

And I started second-guessing how he insisted

our families, they...

they spend the final week volunteering at the camp

every single year.

All that time was spent with my kids.

I didn't kill my brother, Detectives.

But I've spent the last 24 hours thinking if

I had known the truth while he was still breathing...

I might have.

Yeah. I appreciate your time.

Thanks.

Well, Jeremy's alibi checks out.

He and his wife were at dinner with friends.

Which means we have a whole lot of nothing.

- Speak for yourself. - What do you have?

I've been combing through Camp Good North's

digital archives. Every summer for 15 years,

20 boys and 20 girls attended the camp.

Except for its opening year.

Summer 2011.

There are only 19 girls registered.

One slot stayed empty the entire summer.

Late cancellation, maybe? Or low enrollment first year?

These things can take a while to catch on.

This camp was a prestige project. At-risk youth,

high demand, full subsidized.

You don't leave a bed empty. You yell, "next in line."

Okay, so one girl's missing.

We need to go back to Camp Good North.

No, I don't care how long Ernie's been at the camp.

- He's done. - Quiet, please! Dustin, Leah,

finish your sandwiches!

I just talked to the kids.

They both said Uncle Wes never did anything

like that to either of them.

Oh, thank Christ.

But this whole thing, Harper,

it's gonna go public.

The company, the camp, everything.

And we need to be prepared to present a united front, okay?

Not just for the brand...

for us.

For our family.

We cannot let this break us.

It won't.

There's already a new cook in the camp's kitchen.

Jeremy moves fast.

Okay. I'm holding the 2011 folder in my hand.

You find anything?

I'm in the dining hall looking at a bunch of memorabilia.

You find the registry?

Uh, um...

Yes.

There are only 19 girls' names on the digital copy,

but the hard copy does have 20.

There's a collage of all the kids

who were here that summer.

Any of them look like a Mabel Perez?

Not a Mabel,

more like a crisis consultant

who knows how to make digital files disappear.

Kiera?

Kiera.

So our crisis consultant

hasn't always gone by Kiera Vega.

Not until she was adopted at 14.

Before that, she was Mabel Perez.

Born into the foster system.

She was went to Camp Good North the summer of 2011.

In fact, it was conveniently scrubbed

from the camp's digital records.

It's the same story we saw with the Reddit comment.

Why go through all the trouble to bury a childhood identity?

Because Mabel Perez

may have been the one with motive to kill Wes.

Kiera is a consultant on the rise.

One marquee client away from a corner office.

Wes was that client.

She had no reason to kill him.

Mabel, on the other hand,

she was a 10-year-old ward of the crown

when she attended a camp we now know as Wes' hunting ground.

We believe Wes assaulted Mabel the summer she was at camp

and that she reintroduced herself as Kiera to get revenge.

It's a strong theory, but why wait fifteen years.

Why spend weeks building a professional relationship

with Wes only to end it with personal retribution?

Maybe because Kiera spins the narrative best

when she inserts herself in it as the fixer.

All right. If it was revenge,

let's start by proving that she actually had reason to get it.

Find out what really happened to Mabel Perez that summer.

Mabel was always making up stories,

could never tell her lies from the truth.

Did any of her stories involve Camp Good North?

Oh! Well, don't get me started.

Sent her to a free camp,

she came home claiming that the boogeyman

attacked her during the last week.

Did it ever, uh...

occur to you that she might be telling the truth?

Of course it did.

But when I sat Mabel down to try to get it all straight,

it just sounded like one of her stories again.

- How? - She barely remembered a thing.

Just, um... smell of the grass, sound of the crickets, you know,

- small things like that? - Were there any visuals?

There was one thing.

I keep all of the drawings from the kids that left.

Oh God...

Where is it?

Mabel must've drawn this 100 times.

Is it the boogeyman?

No, it was a symbol on his body.

She thought if she drew it enough

that she might remember his face or nightmares might stop.

She kept saying that she had to fix it.

Said that it was on the boogeyman's arm.

It's the same as Wes' tattoo.

Wes was Kiera's boogeyman.

He drugged her, just like Santana. That's why Kiera

couldn't remember his face all these years.

Until the anniversary party, she spots Wes' tattoo

and suddenly her attacker isn't a bad dream anymore.

It's a bad man she needs to put down.

Which answers one of Holness' questions,

the "why now," but still not the other.

Why help with Javi instead of killing Wes

at the first private meeting?

Fear, maybe? I'm not sure. But...

if we can prove that Wes was at the camp

during the time frame of Kiera's assault,

we might have enough for an arrest.

Yeah.

How are you doing?

Remind me to arrest whoever organized

the camp's filing system.

I've spent hours going through this stuff.

I've scoured scavenger hunts,

popsicle stick crafts.

I know who won every three-legged race,

- every potato sack race... - And?

I can't find a single image of Wes in the summer of 2011.

Not giving a speech, not hiding behind a tree,

not with a canoe on his head, nothing.

Yeah, same. Mark pulled every image of Wes

online with the word "camp" attached.

I mean, every image.

Childhood photos, canoe trips, corporate retreats.

I'm down to the last 200.

Lucky you.

Darcy.

Why did you...

I'll call you back.

- What is it this time? - A new client.

Looks like congratulations are in order.

No one's better poised to fix this mess

for Good North than me.

We spoke with your foster mother, Ms. Pryor.

That must've been enlightening.

She's a piece of work. Would lie to a priest in a confessional.

Yeah, she said something similar about, uh, Mabel Perez.

Kiera.

We know about the boogeyman with the portage tattoo.

That was just a nightmare.

No, it wasn't.

Listen.

What you went through as a child is unimaginable.

But this isn't about that horrible thing

that happened that summer. This is about what happened

when you saw that tattoo again.

You didn't know who hurt you.

It could have been a camper,

a counsellor. For all you know, it was isolated.

So you approached the Ellsworths

planning to leverage your past as an at-risk youth

at their camp for a contract.

Then, you saw the tattoo.

And you realized that the boogeyman

was never a camper, never a counsellor.

He was the owner.

And after 15 years of nightmares,

he was standing right in front of you.

That's when the plan changed.

You buried your past because you wanted to bury your attacker.

I know, it's quite the story. I know.

The one thing we couldn't figure out was the timing.

Why did you wait so long after the party to kill Wes?

If you're expecting me to fix the holes

in your narratives, Detectives,

we should discuss my consultant rates.

Otherwise, I have work to do.

Wes and Jeremy both had portage tattoos.

That's why. Right?

That's why you posted that comment on Reddit.

To bait the guilty brother. And you know what? It worked!

Wes bit! All you needed was to hear him say it,

so you gained his trust by helping with Javi,

and then you got him to open up about what was happening

at that camp. That's when you knew.

The thing is we tried to place Wes at the camp

with you the last week of that summer, but we couldn't do it.

Because he wasn't there.

He was sick with food poisoning after a hiking trip.

The only brother that was there that summer was Jeremy.

You killed the wrong brother, Kiera.

Wes confessed.

To the girls, to the drugs in the food.

You said it yourself. Wes spoke in hypotheticals.

That's because he was talking about Jeremy.

Now Wes' crime wasn't assault.

It was silence for the sake of the brand.

That's why he paid off the camp cook,

why he was spiralling over the Reddit comment.

Jeremy wanted to play it cool

but Wes couldn't take that chance,

- so he went to you. - Then Wes was complicit.

Then he is guilty too.

Yes. But that doesn't change the fact

that you gave the real child predator,

your attacker, a fall guy

and a contract stating that you'll protect him.

You're no avenging angel. You're a murderer.

Would the big job and success mean anything to Mabel now?

Would she be proud?

Hey, Kiera...

The boogeyman is still out there.

Men like Jeremy don't stop, they adapt.

And as long as no one stops him,

there will always be another Mabel.

But if you confess, not just that you killed Wes but why,

that statement becomes evidence against Jeremy

and we will use it to make sure that he never hides behind

Good North's good name ever again.

When you grow up like me, a ward of a broken system,

in foster homes with people telling you

that you're the problem when something bad happens to you,

you learn very quickly that the truth doesn't matter.

Just the version that people want to believe.

So I learned to manage it.

To spin it, to fix it.

- You learned to survive. - Not just to survive.

I was thriving. New life, nice condo, dream job.

And I walked into that party ready to do business

with the Ellsworths. And then...

And then I saw the tattoos.

And it was like...

It was like I was 10 years old again.

So when Wes asked me to come up to his loft

and he finally admitted what happened to those girls...

what happened to me...

I did what I had to do.

I fixed it.

I fixed it.

This has been an incredibly difficult time for our company

and our family.

The allegations surrounding my late brother

at Camp Good North are...

deeply disturbing.

But we are cooperating fully with the authorities...

Should we wait till he's finished?

No.

Who have trusted us over the years. And our focus now

is earning that trust back. Because for 20 years,

- Good North... - Jeremy Ellsworth?

What's going on?

What's happening?

Sir, put your hands behind your back.

Difuze