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In Toronto's war on crime,

the worst offenders are pursued by the detectives

of the Specialized Criminal Investigation's Unit.

These are their stories.

I think it's time we say goodbye.

I want to bring her home.

Just for a couple more days.

I do too.

But we talked about this. Remember?

Hey, Remy. Georgie's your pal, right?

You always take good care of her.

- Always. - Yeah.

Well, sometimes, the best thing that we can do

for the ones that we love

is to put their needs before our own.

Georgie's hurting and I can't fix it.

So the best way to care for Georgie right now

is to let her go.

It's kinda like being a superhero.

Take her pain so that she doesn't have to hurt anymore.

And that takes a lot of strength and it's really, really hard.

But Georgie needs you right now.

It's okay.

Okay.

I love you.

I know, honey.

Thank you.

Good effort, good effort.

You got this, Bennett, like you can now!

Peace, buddy. You gotta peace.

You think he needs to choke up a little?

Nuh-uh.

You ever see that guy before?

No. Maybe with the other team?

Nah, he was here watching the boys play last week too.

No kid of his own.

Yeah! Atta boy, atta boy!

Let's go!

Way to be, Bennet!

Hey. Hey.

Sad part's over? - Mm-hmm.

Is there anything I can do?

You're already doing it.

I'm here. Okay? Whatever you need.

Okay.

You guys have really been through it.

Four doctors, four rounds,

four heartbreaks.

Well, I'm honoured to be the one

who gets to finally give you some good news.

It-it worked? Really?

Congratulations, yeah.

What? We're having a baby?

What?

It actually worked?

Okay, thank you.

Hey, hi.

Okay.

I'll see you next week, okay?

Thank you, Doctor Burgess.

Alright, see you guys. See you.

Are you Doctor Burgess?

Uh, yeah, I am.

Can I talk to you in your office for a minute?

You have an appointment?

Is your partner here?

Um...

I'm sorry, I-I've changed my mind, actually.

Marcia, morning. Tell me something good.

Good might be overshooting.

Oh, did we follow up with the elbow lady?

Uh, she went with a bigger firm.

Well, we've still got the workplace fall,

the moldy apartment, the dog bite...

It was a chihuahua, it didn't even break the skin.

Yeah, but the emotional trauma was devastating.

Save the sales pitch for your next client,

he is waiting in your office.

Hank Sullivan. Sorry about the wait.

I could tell you the story of why

but our time is more valuable than that.

Can I get you anything? Water?

- I'm good, thanks. - I have sparkling.

- No, really, I'm fine. - Okay.

Well, uh, normally this is when I ask a guy why he's here,

but I'm looking at you with that shiner,

I'm thinking maybe I know.

I wouldn't bet on that.

Okay, I'm listening.

Try the door.

- Is that not trespassing? - Fam!

They're not gonna arrest us for giving the guy a couch.

Hello?

Anyone home?

Victim is Hank Sullivan, 33, veterinarian,

death appears to be a suicide by pentobarbital.

Veterinarians have an unusually high suicide rate.

You get into it because you love animals

but most of what you do is watch them die.

Who found the body?

Delivery guys, bringing a new couch.

So, Hank smuggles pento home from work,

pours it in his beer and has one last drink.

Except you called us here, so you suspect foul play.

There's red in his eyes.

Reads to me like petechial hemorrhaging.

You think he suffocated?

Hm, looks more like irritation than petechial hemorrhage.

Hank has a second row of eyelashes on his inner eyelid.

I've heard of this, it creates friction.

I'm more suspicious of someone killing themselves

on the day a new couch arrives.

You save up the money,

you wait for the product to be in stock,

arrange for a delivery.

Most people would be enjoying the anticipation.

I would. In fact, I have.

The body is on the floor.

Usually with intentional overdose,

you end up somewhere comfortable.

So maybe Hank took the pento and had second thoughts.

Except his phone's right here,

doesn't look like he reached for it to call for help

and there's not a smudge in sight.

Can you print everything on the coffee table?

- Hey. - Obituary?

Hm, lost his mother recently.

Yeah. Basement's full of boxes of stuff from his mom's house,

neighbours say that he was basically alone in the world.

Well, that could be a point for suicide.

Except there's no note.

Sometimes people start them then toss them.

But... nothing in here either.

Our man Hank was making plans for the future.

Dentist, haircut.

Not the kind of things you usually think about

when you're suicidal.

You might be on to something.

TV remote is covered in prints.

Phone, beer, pento, wiped clean.

That's not the kind of thing you'd do as a final act.

I'd say you're definitely on to something.

Bateman, look at this.

Hank's been having meetings lately,

but this one is just an address.

It's likely the first time he was there.

It's a break in the pattern.

It's a law office.

Sorry about the clutter,

we're looking into a bigger space.

Uh, why exactly did Hank come to see you?

I don't know.

As soon as I walked Hank through my fee structure, he left.

I guess he didn't have the funds.

You're not in the business of charity.

Not my sheep, not my flock.

A lot of guys like Hank come to see me,

I have to set boundaries.

What do you mean, a lot of guys like Hank?

Mr. Sullivan came to me with a black eye.

I deal with a lot of assault cases,

I figured that's why he was here.

Did you find out how he got the black eye?

I get paid to care.

Oh, hold on, you want to do me a solid

and hand some of these around to your cop friends?

You people get sued more than anybody else on the planet!

Good tip you got about the black eye.

It was healed on the surface but there's definitely a laceration.

Can you date the injury?

I took a sample, I'm getting a look now

at the underlying collagen fibres.

Most of the report is here.

Hank Sullivan was a healthy young man

who died by ingesting pentobarbital.

Except the pentobarbital left at the scene

hasn't been available in Canada for 20 years.

Nembutal? It was likely smuggled in from Mexico.

Oh, I guess that's not what Hank was using

at his veterinary clinic.

Feels like we could rule out suicide.

I can give you an approximate timeline on the facial injury.

Best guess, he was punched by someone wearing a ring

about three weeks ago.

So what happened three weeks ago?

Alright. So...

this page will give you 27 divided by 9 stickers.

What does that give you?

Three.

You sure?

Yeah.

Nice work!

That means you get to pick out

any prize from the reward cabinet!

Pick anything you want, okay?

Hey.

Hey! Hey. Fiona! What-what are you doing here?

I work here. Remember?

Right. I didn't know you were working today.

Yeah. Funny how our shifts haven't overlapped in two months

despite the. 00413% chance of that happening.

Yeah.

Nadine called in sick. I'm covering.

You get that I'm too smart

to buy that it's an accident, right?

I mean, I know you're avoiding me.

Well, I'm kind of avoiding everyone right now.

Yeah, it's my dad, he wants me in this bubble.

Work, chores, repeat.

He thinks that having any kind of a social life

would ruin my scholarship.

You got the scholarship?

UBC?

- Yeah. - Wow. That's great! Congrats!

Thanks.

Your dad really thinks that you and me hanging out

is going to ruin that?

You know how my mom took that job in Sudbury last year?

- Yeah? - Yeah, um...

He doesn't know if she's coming back.

So I guess he's just holding on really tight.

Hey... Look, I-I gotta get back.

But listen, sometime soon,

we're gonna go grab a burger or something, 'kay?

Okay.

Hank logged a lot of social media time,

hours and hours every night

but nothing that sparks as conflict or danger.

You got anything on the credit card?

Take out, gardening supplies, e-books,

pretty lonely credit card statement if there ever was one.

You haven't seen mine.

The only thing from three weeks ago that stands out

is Oakwood Community Concessions.

Oakwood? I think I've been there with my daughter.

It's a park. Baseball diamonds.

Alright, they were hosting

a youth baseball tournament that day.

Hank didn't have kids.

No nieces, no nephews.

So what was he doing there?

Damn right, I recognize that scumbag.

30-something guy hanging around,

watching a bunch of kids he doesn't know.

You just can't let that stuff fly.

- So you punched him? - Yeah, and I'd do it again.

Usually, people don't admit assault to homicide detectives.

I would've punched him in front of you.

That freak came and watched the kids two weeks in a row.

Took off like a coward the second he saw me coming.

But he came back. You know what he did next?

He gave little Bennett Cooper ten bucks to spit on him.

Sorry, spit?

I mean, what the hell is that?

We're going to need you to point out Bennett Cooper.

He's only recently started asking

to go into public washrooms on his own, it...

seemed safe enough.

But when he was on his way back, I stopped him.

Can we talk to you about what happened that day?

Okay, honey.

Nobody's going to get upset at anything you say.

You didn't do anything wrong.

That man's name was Hank, did he tell you that?

Did Hank do anything you didn't like?

No. I liked him.

I guess I wasn't supposed to.

That's okay. What did you two talk about?

Hank said he's 2% Neanderthal.

I told him I am too.

So am I.

How'd you find that out about yourself?

We did a family tree thing at school.

My husband signed him up for one of those ancestry websites.

Did Hank say if he'd done one too?

And what about this thing he paid you ten bucks for?

Bennett?

You're not in any trouble, okay? I promise.

But you'd really be helping us if you told us.

We bet a dollar to see who could spit the furthest.

I won.

Then, he said he'd give me ten bucks

if I could spit into this little tube.

And did you?

Yeah.

Ancestry websites and saliva samples.

Hank wasn't a creep with a fetish,

he wanted Bennett's DNA.

Lonely guy who signs up for an ancestry website

looking for a distant cousin,

finds out he's got a kid instead.

And he uses Bennett's DNA to confirm his theory.

Hank believed he was Bennett's father.

I wonder how the man who raised Bennett felt about that.

So Hank gets the kid to spit into a test tube

to confirm what the ancestry site told him.

Did Hank and Bennett use the same ancestry website?

Not only were they on the same site,

Hank's account was deleted the same day he was murdered.

Presumably by the killer.

Which is why the phone was also wiped of prints.

Yeah, we think the killer accessed the account

on Hank's phone, deleted it, removing all traces

of Hank being Bennett's biological father.

We're on the right track.

Say Hank finds out about this kid.

He goes sniffing around to confirm his paternity.

Somehow, in that effort, the woman's husband finds out,

he kills Hank for sleeping with his wife.

Or the wife kills Hank to keep him

from telling the husband and kid.

Both solid motives,

go find out which one holds water.

I saw him that day at the ball park.

Other than that, I don't know the man.

Terry, you handled your son's ancestry account,

did you ever get a match for a relative?

We got a few on Laura's side. I have a small family.

There was a notification that I didn't see right away

for a DNA match, but when I checked,

the match account had been deleted.

I just figured that it was some distant cousin or something.

Are you saying this man is a relative?

How about you, Laura?

No.

Laura, did you want to go outside and talk alone?

We don't have any secrets from each other.

What is going on?

We have reason to believe Hank Sullivan

is Bennett's biological father.

That's ridiculous.

Are you accusing me of cheating on my husband?

We're inquiring.

My son was conceived by a doctor in a fertility clinic

with my egg and my husband's sperm.

Are you saying the clinic made a mistake?

Uh, we don't know.

But you think he's not Terry's son?

Are you saying it was the wrong embryo?

That I carried someone else's?

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

Mrs. Cooper, I'm sorry we don't have answers yet,

but if you give us a sample of Bennett's DNA

and both of yours, we will find out.

Yeah?

I'm sorry, do we have an appointment?

No, but I don't think I need one.

You don't know it yet,

but you're about to have a very big legal problem.

Shut the door.

Uh, I'm a lawyer.

Had a client walk into my office,

he wants to bring down your practice.

Lucky for you,

I'd rather represent the side with deep pockets.

Found something.

- A clean mug? - Hard to believe, but better.

It took me sifting through the boxes

of Hank Sullivan's stuff from his mom's place

but it paid off.

Turns out, Hank was conceived via IVF

at the same clinic that Bennett Cooper was.

- That's quite a coincidence. - Could explain a lot.

Results came in on the DNA test we did on Bennett Cooper,

Hank and Bennett weren't father and son.

They were half-brothers.

Wait, half-brothers?

So they share a parent?

Okay, Hank's father died long before Bennett was born.

Maybe the clinic held on to one of his samples?

The clinic must've made a mistake,

mixed up the sperm samples.

God, how does that even happen?

These clinics are like conglomerates,

IVF is a big business,

tens of thousands of dollars per patient.

Sometimes hundreds.

And at the clinic that Bennett and Hank's parents used,

business is booming.

Specifically, this one doctor, Doctor Jim Burgess.

He's running one of the biggest fertility practices in Canada.

A scandal like this would completely destroy

this doctor's reputation.

And if Hank figured it out, he'd be taking down an empire.

I don't know what to tell you.

As far as I'm concerned, we have some of the most

rigorous security standards in the business.

So this is the first you're hearing of any kind of error?

Of course. I mean,

it's possible a nurse mislabels a file but...

Today's Fertility, "Miracle worker."

How many miracles have you worked over the years?

Thousands.

And is this guy one of them?

No clue.

I don't keep track of the children I help conceive.

The nurse at reception said that

he was in the office a few weeks ago?

Well, it's again, possible. I see many patients.

Is this one of the children

you're referring to with the mistake?

He is, yeah.

And you said you're homicide detectives.

That's right.

Is this young man dead? He is.

We spoke with a family who worked with you--

We will get out of your hair.

Thank you for your time.

May I?

Do you want to tell me what that was about?

Distichiasis.

I'm sorry, disto-what?

His eyelashes.

You're saying Burgess has the same kind of double row

of eyelashes that Hank had?

Yeah, I went down a rabbit hole after seeing it on Hank.

You know who else had it? Elizabeth Taylor.

Cleopatra, Giant, Butterfield 8.

The woman had the most beautiful eyes in all of Hollywood,

and it wasn't just the double set of lashes,

her eyes were actually violet.

- Darcy. - It affects 1 in 10,000 people.

But the child of a parent with distichiasis

has a 50% chance of inheriting.

So we're either looking at quite a coincidence

or Burgess is both Hank and Bennett's biological father?

Nobody mislabeled those files.

Doctor Burgess used his sperm

to impregnate unsuspecting women twice.

And maybe more than twice.

That's Bennett Cooper.

I saw that same photo at the Cooper house.

This baby with the monogrammed blanket.

HJJS,

Henry Jonathan Jeremy Sullivan.

That's Hank's legal name.

Thousands of babies,

13 go up on the wall,

these aren't just pictures, they're trophies.

So Burgess did this 13 times?

And Hank knew it.

He saw these pictures.

That insane amount of social media stalking

you saw in his browser history?

I think a lonely guy poured everything he had

into tracking down his siblings.

And if Burgess killed Hank,

he didn't just silence a whistleblower.

He killed his own son.

Doctor Burgess and his lawyer are here for an interview.

As far as I'm concerned, they can cool their heels.

Where we at?

We've identified seven of the 13 people

in the baby photos.

DNA tests confirmed six of them

are Hank's biological half-siblings.

Make that all seven.

So far, Hank is the oldest.

Bennett is the youngest.

We found three more with the eyelash condition.

At this rate, I bet my vinyl collection

Burgess fathered all 13 of these kids.

What the hell even possesses someone

to do something like this?

Megalomania, narcissism,

jacking up his clinical success rates, all of the above.

He's a predator.

What Burgess is doing is medical assault,

the law won't let us charge him with that.

I want to see if we can get this guy put away for murder.

Well, now's your chance.

Detectives. We meet again.

You're Doctor Burgess' lawyer?

I am. How's this for a coincidence, huh?

Hank didn't meet with you to file a suit for assault,

he wanted to go after Burgess.

Maybe a class action suit.

And class-action only pays if you win.

So you went for the sure payday.

You flipped sides, went to Burgess,

told him exactly what Hank had on him

because it's more lucrative to work for the bad guy.

That's cute. Cute fiction.

You two might be in the wrong line of work.

You want to pretend I'm an ambulance chaser?

It's no skin off my back.

Now, if you don't mind,

an innocent man is waiting for us.

Dr. Burgess. Or should I say, miracle worker?

I can't control the cover of a magazine.

But you liked it, didn't you?

Uh, we've identified two individuals

both conceived at your clinic,

20 plus years apart.

But for some reason they're biological half brothers.

One of them has the same rare condition you do.

Usually inherited. The extra eyelashes.

Can you talk about that?

Actually, that's something we'd like to clear up.

First of all, Dr. Burgess was golfing

at the time your victim died.

Furthermore, Dr. Burgess stores his own sperm at the clinic

and a mix-up must've occurred.

There was never any intent.

Why would you store your own sperm

among your patients' samples?

My wife and I wanted children.

She shared the same struggles as many of my patients do.

- When was this? - Over 30 years ago.

We have three beautiful children.

Grown now.

Great success stories, every one of them.

Conceived by IVF?

No? Huh.

I didn't think so.

So, let me get this straight.

You had three children the old fashioned way.

And yet you kept your sperm in a freezer

next to your patients' for another two decades.

Frozen sperm remains viable indefinitely.

I saw no reason to remove it.

I have a problem with the whole mix-up logic.

See, when I make a mistake,

I usually learn my lesson.

I don't do it again and again

and again and again and again

and again and again.

We've identified seven of your children.

Once is a mistake. Seven times?

That's intent.

I also have a second problem.

When I make a mistake, I don't hang it up on the wall

for everyone to see.

But you framed 13 of your little mistakes

and you left them hanging in your waiting room.

What happened when Hank came in

and saw his own face staring back at him?

Life as you know it is over, Doctor.

There is no more treating patients after this.

Believe that's up to the college of physicians,

not the police.

They're posturing. - Posturing?

Hmm.

We're gonna secure a warrant

to reach out to every single patient in your database.

It won't be long until we know

exactly how many women you violated.

I gave those families everything they ever wanted.

Jim, Jim, no--

Those husbands were genetically inferior.

Every single one of them.

What am I supposed to say to a man

who's a failure in his field?

No, Jim--

A man who, with innumerable hereditary diseases.

Jim, stop talking. - Their sperm have low motility.

That is nature's way of saying "Don't procreate."

Jim, you--

And yet, they expect science to help them make a baby

as pathetic as they are.

And your lawyer says we're the ones

in the wrong line of work.

Detectives, I need to confer with my client alone.

From here on out you can expect no comment.

We're about to take your client

to see the unit that investigates fraud.

They're gonna go after him for malpractice,

for criminal negligence, for obstruction of justice,

so he can no comment all he likes.

He's not going anywhere any time soon.

You spit on someone, it's battery.

You inseminate 13 women with your own semen

without their consent and all we can throw at this guy is fraud?

What are we doing?

I wish I could tell you that there's a murder charge

in his future, but I don't see it.

- You buy his alibi? - Partly, yeah.

I mean, we have to check it, we have to check his finances,

make sure he didn't hire anyone, but...

He looked devastated at the clinic

when he asked if Hank was dead.

The guy's a sicko, but I don't think he's our killer.

I caught something, though.

He reacted when I used the word "thirteen."

He started looking through the pictures.

He seemed confused, like he seemed concerned.

- You think it means something? - You tell me.

Fourteen trophies. Not thirteen.

He got distracted when I used the word thirteen

because he knew there should be fourteen up on the wall.

That's why he was looking through the pictures,

to see who was missing.

So there's a missing Burgess baby

that we haven't accounted for.

And someone wanted it that way.

- Hey, the magazine check out? - Uh huh.

And so did I, thank you very much.

They got me their photographer's original high-res photo file

from the shoot.

Is this a thank-you note in the bottom of the frame?

Did you enhance that?

Of course I did.

One grain reduction

and deconvolution algorithm later...

Nice.

Meet baby Chase, with all our thanks, the Joneses.

I took the liberty of checking.

Four Chase Joneses in the GTA.

That could take a while. I gotta call my kid.

Hang on, I think I could narrow the field down some.

Photo resolution has changed pretty predictably

over the last few decades, yeah?

Yeah, within reason.

We know when a bunch of these babies were born.

Can we compare their resolution to baby Chase Jones,

maybe get a general estimate of his age?

Wish I thought of it.

Good call.

So now we will have our missing baby 14.

The only question is, is he our killer?

Chase Jones?

I'm Detective Bateman, this is Detective Darcy.

We're investigating the murder of a man named Hank Sullivan.

I don't know anyone named Hank.

No. Never seen the guy.

What about a Dr. Jim Burgess.

Have you heard that name? - No.

Do you mind telling us your whereabouts

Thursday evening around five?

Um... I was in BC, actually,

for a university tour thing.

You don't know the guy.

You were literally outside of the province when he died.

And yet you're fidgeting and avoiding eye contact.

What's your point?

Well, you don't like cops, Chase.

That makes a guy like me curious.

Hey. What's going on?

Nothing.

No, uh, not your sheep, not your flock, right?

I got this.

Okay.

Hey, Chase. Could I borrow a pen?

Maybe one of those bright red ones?

Yeah, here. Keep it.

- You a lawyer? - No, no. My, uh, my dad.

He wanted me to hand these out to the parents.

Can we be done here? - Sure.

Vince Jones.

Burgess's lawyer is that kid's father.

Well, legal, not biological.

Hank identifies Chase as his half-brother.

He goes to Chase's dad because he's a lawyer,

and because he's interested in launching a lawsuit.

Except then Hank dies,

and for some reason Vince worms his way

into Burgess's world, into his life,

into his clinic, his medical records.

The missing baby photo.

Vince wanted all evidence of Chase removed from the clinic.

But this can't just be about hiding paternity, so...

What are we missing?

I mean, Chase reads guilty as sin.

Well, guilty of what?

He's got a good alibi,

he didn't drop that pento in Hank's drink.

Yeah, maybe not, but he's hiding something.

And his dad is working hard to cover it up.

Hard enough to commit murder?

Nothing like following a guy from his car.

This Vince Jones has been lying to us from the start.

He pretended Hank came to him at random

to be represented in an assault case.

What's to say this lawyer isn't telling the truth?

Well, given their apparent connection through Chase,

it's pretty unlikely. - But not impossible.

Vince gained access to Burgess's office

to delete files.

We talked to a nurse, she said she saw him

in the office alone using Burgess's computer.

We then confirmed that there is no trace

of Vince's wife's pregnancy with Chase

in Burgess's patient records.

But his lawyer will argue there's nothing unusual

about clinics misplacing decade-old records.

And that a lawyer can use his client's computer.

Do we have anything on the pento?

Vince Jones is an ambulance chaser,

he represents the lowest of the low.

He's got a roster of petty criminal clients

who could've easily gotten him access

to some black market pentobarbital.

And we have Vince's car on CCTV

three blocks from Hank's house on the day of the murder.

I mean, come on, that combined with the obvious lies.

Three blocks is...

it's not nothing.

But if you want a jury to believe that Vince killed Hank,

where's the motive?

You're arguing this man committed

an extremely premeditated act.

You have to be able to tell the jury

exactly what drove him to do it.

The only connection between killer and victim

is this kid Chase.

So we dig into him.

There he is, Dr. Jones.

I haven't even started my program yet.

I heard you got a scholarship.

Very impressive.

What area of medicine are you planning to study?

I don't know. Yeah, family medicine, I guess.

Or, uh, dermatologists have great hours.

So, could... yeah.

Marcia, can you check if we've got any packages out front.

Uh-huh.

You have got to have a proper answer

when people ask you that question.

Oh, come on, it was just Marcia.

You need to take pride in your accomplishments.

You've got a shot at being the kind of guy

who owns a house he's proud to have people over to.

Can you imagine the look on Grandpa's face

when you pick him up in a Porshe?

So what was I supposed to say?

- Cardiology, maybe? - I don't like cardiology.

You don't know that.

Hey, hey,

we have worked so hard to make sure

your future goes off without a hitch.

Just maybe try a little harder for me?

Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.

Chase's social media's a dead end.

Unless you like pictures of dumb teenagers

doing dumb things.

He's totally clean.

Except for one at-fault fender bender

fighting over a parking spot.

Which isn't much on the surface,

except it happened at the corner of Queen and Bond.

St. Mike's Hospital. Recent?

Two months ago.

The hospital's not gonna give us anything

without a court order.

I'll look up businesses at the intersection

with burglary and vandalism reports.

They've gotta have months worth of CCTV.

Okay.

Is that you, Fiona?

Can you tell us what was going on that day?

Uh...

How long have you known Chase?

Since kindergarten.

- You're friends? - Yeah.

We always compete to see who can get the highest average

in calculus and algebra.

I guess you won that one recently.

Fiona, we've been looking into Chase.

We heard there was a dip in his grades

at the end of the school year.

He flunked some exams.

That, that was my fault.

I, I mean like, it wasn't my fault.

It's just that something happened.

But not to him.

Did something happen to you, Fiona?

Pregnancy?

Assault?

Yeah.

Is that why you went to the hospital that day?

Yeah.

I know things like this can be hard.

I'm glad you had a friend with you that day.

It obviously impacted Chase too.

Are you comfortable telling us what happened?

We were on this prom camping trip

with our whole graduating class.

I got drunk.

Like, really, really drunk.

That still doesn't make anything that happened

after that your fault.

I, I passed out.

And when I woke up the next morning,

I couldn't really remember it.

But, but I knew.

And Chase drove you to the hospital?

Yeah.

He warned me that the rape kit would be really hard.

And...

and he offered to just take me home instead.

But I knew it was important.

And he was there waiting for me when I got out.

And it was really, really helpful to have him there.

Are you thinking what I'm thinking?

Hank's DNA is about to solve his own murder.

Hey, I think I found a good listing right near campus.

Yeah, I don't mind two roommates.

Campus?

It's funny, it's uh, it's just a word,

but it's a word every parent hopes to hear

a lot from a kid your age.

It means you're building something.

Right? You're going somewhere.

And I imagine it must mean something

a little bit extra to you, Vince.

I'm a mother but I never did IVF.

I mean, I can't imagine,

you spend every penny you've got,

probably quite a few you don't.

You go into debt, you face that crushing

disappointment cycle after cycle.

What's she talking about?

You never told him how he was conceived?

Dad?

Can someone just tell me what's going on?

It's not a big deal.

We conceived you through IVF.

I'm your dad.

Your mom just didn't want you blaming yourself for our debt.

And he's worth every penny, right?

Your golden boy.

He's gonna be a doctor, with a bright shiny future

so close you could taste it.

And then there was that fateful camping trip.

Some studies show that 90 percent of rape victims

are assaulted by someone they know.

The movies tell women to fear

the monster lurking in the bushes,

not the best friend in the next tent.

Chase, don't say a word.

He doesn't need to.

We ran Hank's DNA through the criminal database.

Came up with a familial match.

That got us a warrant for Chase's DNA.

When your colleagues out there walk Chase into sex crimes,

a cheek swab will do the rest.

What happened, Chase?

Weak moment?

We were both drunk.

She didn't say no.

You can't say no when you're unconscious.

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt her.

Well, you did.

And the next morning she remembered just enough

to ask for a rape kit.

And you tried, but you couldn't convince her to change her mind.

So you drove her to the hospital like a good friend would do,

wishing, praying every second of that drive

that she would change her mind.

And when she didn't, you panicked

and called your lawyer daddy.

This has been your worst fear, right?

That we would catch on?

The truth would come out, Chase would go to jail.

Everyone would find out what he did.

There's nothing left to protect anymore.

How much did you have to drink the night in question, Chase?

You really want to put him on the stand?

And what about Fiona?

I mean, can you even be sure that's what happened?

Within a shadow of a doubt, can she?

Everything she's gonna say on the stand

has drunk girl written all over it.

You've got nothing.

If we had nothing, we wouldn't be here.

And you wouldn't have murdered Hank Sullivan.

Murdered?

Who, who got murdered?

Hank Sullivan.

We showed you his picture, remember?

He was your half-brother, Chase.

Because, see,

your dad's not your real dad.

Oh my God. I'm gonna be sick.

What was it that Burgess said about the dads he replaced.

Genetically inferior?

Failures in their fields?

That must've hurt for someone so proud.

You are one of 14 kids

fathered by a lunatic doctor at an IVF clinic.

Come on, that's just cruel.

Oh, the whistle was about to blow,

DNA tests were about to fly,

and you were gonna be outed as Fiona's assailant.

Vince here got wind of it.

All he wanted was his beautiful boy

to become a successful doctor.

But what he got was

a stranger's baby who grew up to be a rapist.

How disappointing.

He raised you.

He couldn't let anyone find out about that.

How would that've made him look? - Shut up.

That would've destroyed any chance

of improving his reputation,

of moving out of that dinky little office.

So he killed the whistle blower.

Dad, what'd you do?

He killed your half brother to protect his reputation.

It had nothing to do with you.

All he cared about was showing the world

that he'd finally done something right.

You don't have a clue who I am.

You killed Hank so you could keep showing off your kid.

It's pathetic.

I killed him because I love my son!

He's mine, goddamnit! Mine!

This guy Hank just waltzes in,

tries to tell me I'm not his father?

I raised him.

Does that not make him mine?

18 years I've been his dad.

What would you have done? Huh?

If your son came to you

and said he threw his entire life away, what would...

Chase...

Chase, please, look, I know this is a lot, okay you--

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry that I did this to your life.

I wanted you to have everything.

I know. This wasn't your fault.

Okay, this was mine. - No.

Look, look, we'll fight it. Okay? It's not fair.

After everything we've worked for.

I think Hank would disagree with that.

Dr. Burgess is about to lose his medical license.

It's a start. - Yeah, it's not enough.

Looking at Chase makes you wonder,

given what Burgess did to 14 women.

Apples, trees.

Nature, nurture.

Give me friends over family any day.

Yeah, well, tell that to Fiona.