Law & Order Toronto: Criminal Intent (2024) s02e03 Episode Script
Fool's Gold
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[NARRATOR]:
In Toronto's war on crime,
the worst offenders are
pursued by the detectives
of the Specialized Criminal
Investigations Unit.
These are their stories.
[ECHOING GAVEL]
Hey, Dad.
Is this seat taken?
Sorry, I'm saving it for a
world-famous cello player.
The next Yo-Yo Ma, in fact.
Well, you're going to be
waiting a while for her.
I talked to financial aid at
Boston College of Music today.
[SIGHS] There are no loans
for non-U.S. students,
and they're not giving out
any scholarships this year.
You know, I'm gonna defer it.
I'm gonna save up. I'm
gonna work for a year or two,
- I'm just gonna
- No, no, no, no, Karina. No.
You've waited long enough for this.
I've been setting money aside.
We're going to make this work.
[SOFT MUSIC]
You know, I always wanted to be a pilot.
Leave the world behind, start
a new adventure every day.
My parents didn't have the
money to send me to school.
So with you, it's gonna be different.
[CHUCKLES SOFTLY]
[AIRPLANE ENGINE WHIRRS]
Jay Diaz, Jay Diaz.
Okay. How much?
Nine, nine and a half?
Why don't we just make it 10?
Make the math a little cleaner.
[TENSE MUSIC]
Okay. I'll float you the 10.
15 points each week.
Compounded.
That shouldn't be a problem, yeah.
Thanks, Felix.
Hey.
What do you need it for?
[TENSE MUSIC]
[INDISTINCT AIRPORT ANNOUNCEMENT]
[SECURITY SYSTEM BEEPS]
Hey. I'm gonna grab
a coffee, wanna join?
Yeah? Oh, I just picked up
an extra shift. Next time?
Yeah. Getting that
OT money. Smart man.
[TENSE MUSIC]
Just deleted your
number. Return the favour?
- [SCOFFS]
- Come on, man.
I thought we'd stay friends.
[LAUGHS WRYLY]
Thanks, man.
What is this?
You gotta open it.
My birthday's not for a few weeks.
[SIRENS BLARING DISTANTLY]
Aren't you excited?
Hey. Your friend Jay is here to see you.
Says he just wants to talk.
He's been drinking.
It's okay. I'll deal with it.
Hey, Jay. What's going on?
- It's Karina.
- Is she okay?
Yeah. No. Listen man, I messed up.
Really bad. I don't know what to do.
It-It's okay.
I gotta talk to you.
Listen, Jay.
I gotta go back to work, man.
[JAY SIGHS]
Um, what about I
I help you get in a cab?
- I gotta talk to you.
- Yeah, I know, I know. I know.
Okay.
[DARK MUSIC]
Dad! Dad! Open up!
Hey, hey, hey. She gave me the key.
You called the landlord?
I've been calling non-stop.
I can hear the phone ringing inside.
I talked to his work and they said
It's okay, it's okay. He's
just probably sleeping in.
Diego, I really think something's wrong.
I think something is seriously wrong.
Just wait here. Just wait here.
Dad?
- [SINISTER MUSIC]
- Dad
No! Dad! No!
[SOBS]
Dad!
[THEME MUSIC]
Jay Diaz. 56 years of age.
His name came up in C-PIC.
Served just under two years in
2008 after his third B and E.
Got a record suspension in
2019 and has been working
as a ramp agent at Pearson ever since.
He was found by his daughter
and a family friend at 10 a.m.
Called in the suicide.
Daughter collapsed from the shock.
The friend took her to get checked out.
Caldorez. This rum goes for,
what, 200 bucks a bottle?
The pills look like Lorazepam.
Maybe he washed them
down with a few drinks.
That's what I thought at
first, Detective Bateman.
A common cocktail to calm the nerves
- before taking your own life.
- And yet, you called us in.
Meaning you suspect foul play.
Why?
First off, Detective Graff,
he didn't leave a note.
75 % of suicides don't
leave a note. What else?
I don't know.
It just seemed off. I had a hunch.
- I'm sorry.
- [CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING]
Well, don't be. Hunches
are nascent theories.
We just have to test them out.
And the stool would be
a good place to start.
Factoring in the victim's height
and the length of the noose
Well, the victim's toes
would only reach to here.
It's hard to kick the bucket
when you're hovering above it.
He didn't even need
the stool to begin with.
Victim could've jumped from the stairs
or the countertop.
If this was a suicide.
The paint wore away from friction
when the killer pulled him
up to the hanging position.
You're right, Officer
Jong. This is a homicide.
- Good work.
- There's no sign of struggle,
but we have the pills to thank for that.
Except Jay didn't know
he was taking them.
The killer crushed them up
and slipped them in his drink.
White residue from the
bonding agent of the pills.
It dissolves in liquid,
but reforms when dry.
Which means the killer planted
those pills as a smoke screen
to fool us so that when
Lorazepam comes back
on the tox report, we
won't think anything of it.
And what's this?
Found that in his wallet.
It's a worker's hotline
for Pearson airport to log sick days,
contact security, request OT.
Did any neighbours report
hearing a fight last night?
No, not that I've heard.
But I can ask around.
Bateman.
I think it's time we
talk to the daughter.
[ECHOING GAVEL]
Are you sure you're gonna be okay?
- Yeah.
- If you need me,
I'm gonna be in my room.
We went to your apartment.
Your roommate said
you were staying here.
Yeah, I just need to be
with family right now.
Um, Diego Rojas?
He was with you when
you found your father?
I thought Diego was
your father's friend.
I didn't realize you were related.
He's basically my second dad.
I lived with him for two
years when I was eight.
When your father was in prison?
My mom died when I was three,
and Diego was the
only family I had left.
And you planning to move back in?
No. Uh
Diego, he's moving out
at the end of the month,
and gonna live with his mom.
And I'll go I'll
go back to my apartment
when I'm feeling better.
What instrument do you play?
Cello. Why?
Well, at your father's apartment,
we found a Boston College of Music mug.
One of the top music
programs in the world.
He must've been very proud.
He really was.
[SOBS] When he tried to give me the mug,
we got into this huge argument,
and I just, I threw it against the wall.
And the last thing I ever said
to him was that I hated him.
What triggered the fight?
When he gave me the mug, he said
he was gonna pay for my tuition.
Which would be impossible on his salary.
Were you concerned about
where he would get the money?
When I asked him, he said
not to worry about it.
So of course, I worried even more.
And I figured he was stealing again,
so I freaked out at him and I said
that he had to give back
all the money that he stole
or I was just going to
cut him out of my life.
I just, I couldn't risk
losing him to jail again.
He said he was gonna
try and fix things
But I just knew he was lying.
[DIEGO]: Last night, Jay
came to the diner I work at.
Do you recall what time?
[SIGHS] It was just after my break,
so 9:15? 9:20?
He was drunk and I was
in the middle of a shift,
so I sent him home in a cab.
Diego, we believe Jay was murdered.
That his suicide was staged.
Did Jay mention anything
suspicious lately?
Start hanging around new people?
No, no. I mean,
he made some mistakes
when he was younger,
but once he got out of
jail, he put all that behind.
So, your victim was on
the straight and narrow
until the pressure to
provide for his daughter
puts him in contact with
some unsavoury characters,
one of whom kills him.
If he turned back to crime,
I'd start with where he left off.
Well, great minds. This is Jay's record.
He worked solo, stole jewelry
from homes in Forest Hill.
Got caught selling it at Chuck's
Cash-For-Gold on St. Clair West.
$2,000 watch and a couple
of earrings. I'm sorry,
but some old lady's pearls
aren't gonna get your kid
through college in America.
- What you got?
- Jay's credit card statement.
Two weeks ago, there's a charge
from Felson Countertops for 5k,
and I don't think he was
remodeling his kitchen.
Maybe he stepped up his game?
Sometimes you gotta
spend money to make money.
How does it fit in?
Well, I'm still working
on that, Inspector.
- Primrose.
- I'm sorry?
A week ago, there's
a charge to Primrose.
The best bagels in the city.
I appreciate the recommendation.
It's on Oakwood, just
north of St. Clair.
Right up the street from
Chuck's Cash-For-Gold.
[ECHOING GAVEL]
Yeah, he came in a week ago.
He wanted to send me some cheap bangles.
10 karats. Stuff I wouldn't
give my ex-mother-in-law.
Did you suspect they were stolen?
Fool me twice. Last time
I did business with him,
I almost lost my license. I
wasn't gonna go through that again.
I only buy clean gold now.
Yes, I see. "Bring in your gold,
I give you cash. No questions asked."
Obviously, you didn't
read the disclaimer.
"No stolen goods."
Chuck, to be able to read that,
I'd need to borrow
your jeweller's loupe.
Nevertheless, I didn't buy
one single thing from him.
Now you can take my word on that.
If we wanted something a little
more solid than your word?
Detective, these cameras are
fake. I am an elderly gentleman
who has no relationship with technology.
Of course our Cash-For-Gold proprietor
doesn't have any
working security cameras.
Chuck wouldn't want any illegal
transactions captured on tape.
No, but I did find this angle
from a store on the same block.
That's Jay in the brown
shirt walking into Chuck's.
And then he came back
out and went to his van.
- Jay had a vehicle?
- Yeah, as of last week.
Motor vehicle registration. He
bought a used van on Tuesday.
He must've been hauling something heavy.
A cube van like that could
handle two baby grands.
I worked for a moving
company in college.
Ah, those first edition
Epic of Gilgameshes
- don't pay for themselves.
- No, they do not.
So, we have a puzzling trinity.
What was the cargo?
When was he moving it?
And from where to where?
I searched through Pearson Airport's
cargo surveillance. Jay
didn't drive his van to work
the day of his murder,
but someone else did.
[BATEMAN]: That is a different driver.
But the same rusted mirror.
- [COMPUTER BEEPS]
- It's a different plate.
Plates are fake. I ran the driver
through facial recognition.
No hits, but check this out.
- What's he picking up?
- I don't know the contents,
but it's a ULD. Universal Load Device.
Airport standard shipping
crate. A box for a box.
[ECHOING GAVEL]
1109,
1208
1118. There we are.
Package came in yesterday
direct from Frankfurt.
Flight 4891.
There's no record of who picked it up?
You don't record the receiver's ID?
We're short-term cargo.
Not exactly Fort Knox.
Most of our shipments are alive seafood
or fresh-cut flowers
with a carbon footprint
larger than a small country.
And as for your package
[KEYBOARD CLICKS]
Eight slabs of marble.
Was the sender Felson Countertops?
- Yep.
- Why would Jay hire a driver
to transport a shipment
of marble that he ordered?
Because he was busy offloading
flight 4891 from Frankfurt.
The exact same flight that
was carrying his shipment.
According to this work log,
Jay took an overtime shift
to ensure that he was
the only ramp agent
working inside that plane.
Yeah, but he had company on the tarmac.
Five armed guards were assigned
to transport a shipment
from the same flight.
- Is that usual?
- Not really.
But, when there's high-value shipments,
armed guards transport them directly
to their secured facility
just off the tarmac.
If you're looking for a Fort Knox,
that may be more your speed.
When you say high-value,
how high are we talking?
20 delivery bars of gold bullion.
Which would be worth
upwards of $24 million.
- Quite the pretty penny.
- I assigned four guards
along with myself to supervise a ULD
carrying the gold from
the plane to our facility.
I never let that
shipment out of my sight
from the moment it touched the tarmac
until I personally
locked it into the safe.
What about inside the plane?
- Any eyes on it then?
- Armed guards never enter the fuselage.
Only ramp agents are allowed.
We're gonna need you to open that up.
[TENSE MUSIC]
And the crate.
It needs to remain sealed until
we deliver it to the receiver.
It's company policy.
We're gonna have to insist.
It's company policy.
[MUSIC INTENSIFIES]
Looks like someone picked
up the wrong package.
24 million dollars worth of gold stolen.
The largest heist in
our country's history.
Jay Diaz's murder is inextricably
linked to this gold heist.
We find out who did this,
and we get his killer.
And I would start with
the $24 million question:
how did Jay swap the marble for gold?
- That's quite the trick.
- Well, like any magic trick,
the answer is disappointingly simple.
Please, disappoint me.
I spoke with Felson Countertops.
Jay bought a crate full of marble,
and he specifically
requested that it be shipped
on a particular flight
on Tuesday from Frankfurt.
Now, also on that same flight,
was a gold shipment
from a German refinery.
Here's the kicker.
Universal load device.
All packages are stored
in identical metal crates.
Meaning that both the
gold and the marble
are stored in identical metal crates.
The only thing that sets them apart
is their waybill number.
Yeah. I've been to Atlantic City.
You're gonna run a shell game, right?
I don't have to, because
when Jay was alone
inside the hull of the
plane offloading the cargo,
he simply swapped the
waybills, and abracadabra.
There aren't any cameras
in the hull of the plane,
but the lab found traces of
grease remover on the gold waybill.
Petroleum oil is an effective
way to dissolve adhesive bonds.
The swap was over before
either crate left the plane.
When it hit the tarmac,
the marble was whisked
away by armed guard,
whereas the gold itself was taken
to a low-security warehouse
where Jay's driver,
with the marble waybill,
- picked it up.
- This job had multiple players.
Maybe our Cash-For-Gold guy
knows more than he's letting on.
Mark's going through nearby surveillance
to see if Jay dropped off
any gold after the heist.
And while that on the back burner,
find out who else Jay was working with.
- Figure out his plan.
- How did he even know
that the gold was coming to
Pearson in the first place?
Ramp agents don't have
access to shipping manifests.
- There was a leak.
- She'll be very interested in whatever you find.
Lina Henkel, owner of the
gold refinery Jay robbed.
I was accompanying the shipment
from my refinery in Germany
to my plant in North Bay.
I landed the same day as my gold
and still, your excuse of
an airport let this happen.
Well, we can't all be
as German as the Germans.
You may think this is
a drop in the bucket
for some faceless corporation,
but I am the sole
owner of this refinery.
I am personally out $24 million.
Not to mention the PR nightmare I am in.
Who will buy from a
refinery that can't deliver
its own gold without it disappearing?
Well, gold doesn't
actually disappear, right?
I read somewhere that all the gold
that's ever been mined
in the world still exists.
It's all still out there.
In jewelry, in vaults.
In sunken treasure.
Let's hope, for your purposes,
my gold is easier to locate.
- [PHONE VIBRATING]
- Hm.
[SIGHS] It's my lawyer,
I have to take this.
We just have one final question.
Did anyone else know which
flight your gold would be on?
Only the armed transport service.
With gold, discretion is key.
But you couldn't hide from the tax man.
The customs paperwork for your shipment.
You pay 15% of the total value
of your shipment in tariffs.
$3.6 million.
Now, anyone at the customs
department could figure out
that your cargo was
valuable. Not so discreet.
Uh, yeah. I have
clearance for this info.
Along with 47 other customs agents.
Well, according to your colleagues,
the other 47 don't spend
their lunch break with Jay.
For someone who just started
working here three months ago,
you and Jay became fast friends.
[PLANE FLYING OVERHEAD]
About a month ago, I noticed the tariffs
for this shipment, so I told my boss
to assign airport police
for added security.
The guy's a chauvinist. Hated
me telling him what to do.
I vented to Jay about it as a friend,
and he must've filed it away.
Stella, where were you
the night of the murder?
The 29th between 11:00 and 1:00 a.m.?
I-I was out on King Street with friends.
I got home around 3:00.
Look, I had no idea Jay was
gonna get wrapped up in all this.
Okay? I feel sick about what happened.
So if there's anything
I can go to help
Well, there is, actually.
Have you ever seen this man before?
Yeah. Actually, I've seen
him around the airport a lot.
I think he's a limo driver.
I had no idea I was
transporting any gold.
Jay gave me papers to pick up a package,
said not to look inside,
so I didn't look inside.
You know, I should've, though.
The guy only paid me 1,000 bucks.
Oh, 1,000 bucks to transport
a significant amount
of gold? Lousy deal.
Why should Jay make
money off your hard work?
Maybe you decided you
wanted to take back
your fair share. You went to
see Jay later on that night
That's impossible. That night,
I was with my wife at the Hyatt
for a little staycation.
Blowing the money I got
to courier the package.
Courier. That's the new
word for getaway driver.
- I like it.
- Unwitting getaway driver.
Joseph
Look, Jay kept me in the dark.
All he said was to swap
the plates on the van,
use it to pick up the package,
drop it off at a storage
locker, then ditch the van.
Storage locker?
[TENSE MUSIC]
Looks like someone beat us to the draw.
Officers found the cube van in
a parking lot by the airport.
- Nothing inside.
- No sign of forced entry.
So the killer had a key to
get in and take the gold.
Maybe. Or before Jay was killed,
he moved the gold out of here.
Stealing, that's one thing,
but in order to sell it,
he'd need a washer.
Someone to smelt it down
and recast it for resale.
Maybe the washer got greedy.
Might've killed Jay after
he brought in the gold,
kept it all for himself?
I think it's time we
check on the back burner.
- [BELL ON DOOR JINGLES]
- Come on, check your notes.
I told you the truth the last time.
Jay came in looking to sell stolen gold.
Right, but you just glossed
over a tiny little detail.
Instead of trying to
sell some cheap bangles,
Jay wanted help cleaning
20 bars of gold bullion.
Devil's in the details, Chuck.
He said he wanted to recast some gold
that he was coming into,
and I said that I would
do it at a modest fee.
But maybe you wanted your fee
to be a little less modest?
I mean, Jay drops off gold
to wash. He ends up dead.
And your cut is suddenly
much more robust.
Well, that's all well and good,
but Jay didn't drop off the gold
like he was supposed to on the 30th.
That's because he was
killed the day before.
And that is tragic, but I am telling you
not one ounce of his
gold entered my store.
Well, our tech guy, Mark,
he's going to be the judge of that,
'cause he's currently going over
all the outside surveillance.
Be my guest. I got nothing to hide.
So when Jay came in, did he mention
if he was working with anyone?
I wish I could be of more help.
Hm. I think you can.
How 'bout you tell us
who Jay was working with,
and we won't go get a warrant
to comb through your store
and look into the
questionable providence
of your entire inventory.
Are you with me?
When he first came in,
he said he was looking
for some seed money for the job.
He needed cash to buy the van.
And I may have connected
him with an angel investor.
Ms. Diaz. Sorry for your loss.
Your father will be dearly missed.
How are you holding up?
Sorry, what'd you say your name was?
I didn't. I knew your
father through business.
I gave him a sizeable loan
before he took his French exit.
[TENSE MUSIC]
Look, I don't know what
you're talking about.
Dad never mentioned a loan,
and I don't have any of his money.
Surely he left you
something. Cash, gold, jewelry?
[DIEGO]: Karina?
Everything okay?
Yeah, just offering my condolences.
- You okay?
- Yeah.
[TENSE MUSIC]
Meet Jay's angel
investor. Felix Martinez.
No mug shot, no prior convictions?
No, but he's in our system as
a known associate of the Altos.
The crime family responsible
for the Bathurst Street shooting?
And the Willowdale drive-by.
Jay thought he was just
dealing with a loan shark,
when in fact he was
borrowing from the mob.
They could have known
that he had just come into
$24 million worth of gold.
Jay was walking around
with a target on his back.
The question is,
did Felix have his
finger on the trigger?
I'm all too familiar
with Felix Martinez.
Runs a Portuguese café as a front
for his loan shark operation.
Backed by the Alto crime family.
- Huh.
- Tried to put him away three years ago,
no luck.
Well, you're losing
your touch, Forrester.
No, no. Martinez is just that good.
It takes humility to
know you've been bested.
Felix is a master at insulating himself
from anything illegal.
Outsources all the dirty jobs.
- Like murder?
- Wouldn't put it past him.
You're thinking Felix fronted
Jay money for the heist,
Jay does all the hard work,
then Felix steals the
gold out from under him?
The best person to steal
from is another thief.
- No recourse.
- In comes a hired gun who silences Jay
so that he doesn't draw
any unwanted attention
- to our honest café owner.
- And where is this front?
- Little Portugal?
- Geary.
Why, craving custard tarts?
[ECHOING GAVEL]
Yeah, I met him once.
It's possible he came
looking for a loan.
Perhaps.
Maybe, possible, perhaps.
Your lexicon seems
to lean a little heavy
on the hypotheticals.
Well, my business, it has to.
And what business is that, exactly?
- Hospitality.
- Is that what you call it?
- [LAUGHING]
- Yeah.
Okay.
Fine.
If you loaned Jay money,
he may have used that money
to steal a large shipment of gold.
And if you wanted a
bigger return on your loan,
all you would've had to
do is take it from him.
Yeah, yeah. But I never touched Jay.
- Okay.
- Do you mind? Thank you.
You know,
I know you'd never hurt a fly.
You would never be caught
in the same room as Jay.
But what about your goons?
[TENSE MUSIC]
Look. [CLEARS THROAT]
You don't want to talk
to us, that's fine.
We could come back
here, maybe have lunch.
I don't know, every day?
Give us a little more time
to question your associates.
Trust me, detectives. I make a much
better friend than I do an enemy.
So do we.
Okay. I'll make it quick,
'cause frankly, you're making
my customers uncomfortable.
The day the gold disappeared,
one of my men may have gone to visit Jay
to have a friendly conversation.
When Jay got home at
10:00, he wasn't alone.
There was another man with him.
My guy waits around.
Jay's guest never leaves.
After an hour or so, my guy goes home.
He was never inside.
So how did Jay and this
man get home? By bus, foot?
- They got out of a cab.
- And this mystery man,
what did he look like?
He's tall.
Curly hair, Latin looking.
40-ish. Enjoy the tarts.
[TENSE MUSIC]
Diego.
[MAN]: So, here.
Here.
[PEN CLICKS] And that's all.
Alright.
- So can I buy her flight now?
- Uh, not quite.
We need to submit your
mother's package, first.
I'll expedite it, which
will cut down on time, but
I hate to bring up the fee.
I know, I just need a few more days.
The firm has a grace
period for invoices,
but that passed weeks ago.
Sorry but the partners are telling me
that your mother's
application will be frozen
until the firm receives payment.
Of course. I'll have it
to you by the end of week.
You suspect Diego, the
victim's best friend,
because a loan shark said so?
Look, I know Felix has
every reason to lie.
But we've exhausted the
entire heist team as suspects.
The driver's and the gold
washer's alibi are solid.
Frankie, don't conflate
hitting a brick wall with
having a breakthrough.
It's still highly likely that
one of Felix's men killed Jay.
Okay, but we also know
that Jay went to see Diego on
the night that he was murdered.
What if Diego left work
and went home with Jay?
And before you ask, we have
tried to track down the cab.
- So far, no hits.
- Let's say you're right.
Diego kills Jay to steal the gold. Why?
Greed? His best friend is gonna need
a much better reason than that.
There is a much stronger
reason. It's family.
We visited Diego at his apartment.
He was packing his things up.
He's moving into a new
place with his mother,
so I searched her up.
No license, no passport,
'cause it turns out
she lives in Venezuela.
Also I just found this
from a few months ago.
- Expired now.
- Diego started a crowdsourcing
campaign for his mother
diagnosed with stage
three breast cancer.
He was raising money
to get her to Canada for treatment.
Yeah, but look how little he raised.
He only raised 10%.
And yet he's moving into a new place
in anticipation of her arrival.
Jay cut in his friend?
Well, if he did, Diego didn't
just want the gold to get rich.
He needed it to save his mom.
The last time I saw Jay was at work.
I was there until 4:00 a.m.
You can ask my manager.
Here's her number, here.
Oh, don't bother. We already have.
- Oh.
- At the time of the murder,
she said you were working
in the basement on inventory.
Alone.
Diego.
Did Jay tell you
anything about the gold?
Anything at all? Did
he promise you a cut?
No, he never mentioned
anything about gold
or what he was doing at the airport.
We believe that Jay was going
to give you money from the theft.
That doesn't make any sense.
If any of this was true,
why would he cut me in?
Because Jay wanted to repay his debt.
When Jay went to jail,
you were there for him.
Eh? You took Karina in.
Like she was your own.
- Mm-hmm.
- Family. Yeah?
So it's only fair that
now, with your mother sick,
Jay returns the favour.
And Diego, you were
counting on that money.
This is your new lease
agreement for the bungalow.
There's space for your
mother. It is double the size
and cost of your current apartment.
You signed this one week
before Jay stole the gold.
I've been saving for
this place for years.
[SIGHS]
I came here as a courtesy to
help you catch Jay's killer.
But what you are
insinuating is disgusting.
If Jay was gonna give me money,
make all my problems go away,
why in God's name would I want him dead?
What if we have this all wrong?
I mean, what happened right
after Jay stole the gold?
He told Karina he was going
to send her to college.
She knew the money was stolen.
She gave him an ultimatum:
give it all back or she'd
cut him out of her life.
And Karina assumed that
Jay didn't listen to her.
That he chose to keep the gold.
The number we found in Jay's apartment.
The last thing that Jay told Karina.
He was gonna fix what he did.
[AUTOMATED VOICE]: You have
reached the Pearson Airport
workers hotline. For assistance
[CALL BEEPS OFF]
What if Jay kept his word?
He was gonna give back the gold.
Leaving Diego without the
money he needed to save his mom.
Sorry to interrupt, but I
thought you might wanna see this.
I've been keeping tabs on Jay's
collaborators from the heist.
Stella, the customs
agent, just quit her job
and bought a one-way
ticket to Frankfurt.
Now what would she
be doing in Frankfurt?
Heading back to Frankfurt so soon?
I have to deal with a crisis
at the refinery back home.
Well, Frankfurt seems to be
a popular destination these days.
You know who else is going
to Frankfurt this week?
Stella Borden. Do you know her?
You can't remember your own employee?
That's strange. See,
we talked to Stella.
Turns out she was your
children's au pair last year.
So you planted her here
where she quickly found
her mark, Jay Diaz,
and she told him about
your incoming gold shipment
because you wanted him to steal it.
- You knew he would.
- Leave a loaf of bread
in front of a starving man,
it's no shock he takes it.
Yeah, but why get someone
to steal your gold?
I mean, your refinery's not
some faceless corporation.
You are the sole owner. So
Jay just stole 20 gold bars
- straight out of your pocket.
- Thought you may want a copy.
Your contract with the
armed transport service.
There's a clause in there about theft.
If your product is
stolen during transport,
the delivery service
has to repay you in full.
But like my partner here,
the one thing I can't figure out is why?
It's a zero-sum game.
You're out the gold, but
you get the insurance payout.
Why go through all that
trouble just to break even?
I suggest you direct all
future questions to my lawyers.
We will. But in the meantime,
we'd like to direct you
not to leave the country.
[TENSE MUSIC]
We have enough to charge the
gold refinery owner for fraud.
But the question remains:
why did she get Jay to steal her gold
for an insurance payout
just to break even?
Well, I have a few theories.
Any of them relate to our killer?
Actually, no. Both Lina and
her inside woman, Stella,
they have solid alibis.
They didn't kill Jay.
So let's return our focus
to your prime suspect. Diego.
Well, the night of the murder,
Jay tells Diego that he
has to return the gold.
He's not going to be
able to give him the money
- he needs for his mom.
- Meaning he'll be waiting
in agony for his mother to die
of cancer in Venezuela unless
Unless he kills Jay and
makes off with the keys
to the storage locker. Gets
the gold, saves the mom.
I take it you're looking for
a warrant to search Diego's
- home for the gold?
- And more importantly,
his new bungalow. Karina's
been living with him
since he killed Jay, and he wouldn't be
reckless enough to stash it in a place
- where she could find it.
- Let's say a judge signs off
on this search warrant, and
let's say you find the gold
in Diego's new place.
Still doesn't prove that he
drugged and killed his friend.
Well, we have Diego's
Lorazepam prescription.
Exact drug used to sedate Jay.
At the time of the murder,
nobody saw him at work.
He could've easily slipped out.
Well, you see means and opportunity,
but a sympathetic jury
sees a blue-collar worker
trying to make ends meet.
Who's taking Lorazepam for his anxiety
because his mother's dying.
- He's good.
- [GRAFF GROANS]
You ever consider switching sides?
Money would be nice.
But you two would miss me too much.
- Hm.
- Convicting a killer
is like hunting deer. You
get one shot. You miss?
Well, they run for the
woods, become harder to catch.
- I didn't know you hunt.
- Of course I don't hunt.
But I'll take any analogy I
can get to urge you two to focus
on tying Diego to the murder
before using the search warrant.
Absolutely not. Diego
would never hurt Dad.
- They were like brothers.
- Well, sometimes, brothers fight.
Well, you're wrong.
Is that why you asked
to speak to me alone? Hm?
So you could turn me against him?
I want you both to leave right now.
Okay.
But listen.
Diego knows he's a suspect.
So if he gets agitated or desperate
I think you might want to find
someplace else to stay right now.
Diego's like family.
He was at my high school graduation.
He was at birthday parties.
He's kind and he's generous.
He's also quite the connoisseur.
Caldorez rum.
That was Dad and Diego's favourite.
They'd drink it on special occasions.
This very brand of rum
was found in your father's apartment
laced with Lorazepam the night he died.
Karina.
Just think for one minute.
Is there anything you remember happening
between Diego and your father
on the day of the murder
or shortly before? Anything at all?
[TENSE MUSIC]
[STAMMERING]
He stopped me.
He stopped me from going inside Dad's.
Even before he opened the door.
It's like he was trying to keep me out.
As if he knew what was behind that door.
In addition to the warrant,
we wanted to deliver an apology.
- I don't understand.
- The eye witness.
The one who claims to have seen you
at the scene of the crime.
We think he was lying
to divert attention.
- He's a real piece of work.
- Yeah.
We believe he was the
one who stole the gold
and he was the one who killed Jay.
We're close to making an arrest.
Then why do you have to search my place?
Our Crown thinks that once
we clear your premises,
you know, we'll have
enough to bring this guy in.
- It's just legal protocol.
- Whatever you need.
- Okay, thank you. Thank you.
- We appreciate it.
Our team will search here,
and we've also got a warrant
for your new bungalow, as well.
Why don't you ride with us?
[TENSE MUSIC]
[GRAFF]: This should
only take a few minutes.
One floor.
Open space, natural light.
Your mom would've loved this.
Look, Diego, we know that Jay
was gonna give you the money.
Okay? But there's no way
you can afford a place
like this without it.
We also know, okay,
you're not guilty of anything.
Not unless Jay told you
where the money came from.
All Jay said was that it was his turn
to take care of me for once.
He wanted to help my mother.
A gift like that, I knew better
than to ask where it came from.
So you start spending
money you don't have,
renting this place,
hiring an immigration
lawyer you can't afford.
All because you thought Jay
was going to pay back his debt.
I wanted to believe
him. I let myself dream.
Of course. And your dream
almost became a reality.
But when Jay was killed
and that gold was stolen,
your plans to save your
mother, they died with him.
I'll just have to find
another way to bring her over.
I'll I'll make it work.
All clear.
Sorry about the inconvenience.
It's okay.
Whoa. Wood-burning fireplace.
There is nothing better.
The end of a long day, you come home,
you toss a couple of logs on,
and watch the flames dance.
When I bought my place,
that's the first thing I did.
Restored the fireplace,
like you were doing here.
Uh, but this is a rental?
Yeah, but I asked the landlord.
Oh, that's kind of him.
Except, uh
yours is missing one thing.
A chimney.
I didn't see one outside.
Previous owner must've
decommissioned it years ago.
So all that said, as I'm standing here,
I feel like I'm getting warmer.
Yeah?
Am I getting warmer, Diego?
[TENSE MUSIC]
Am I getting warmer?
- [GRUNTS]
- What are you doing?
J-Jay probably put it there!
[STAMMERING] He was helping me
clean the house, and I
gave him a set of keys.
Well, he's a generous guy.
I mean, just like you, he'd
do anything for a friend.
And for family.
So when Jay heard from Karina
that she wanted him
to give back everything
that he stole, he listened.
And he was gonna do it.
And that would leave you
with nothing while your mother
suffers through her final days.
And you were in a no-win situation.
Deciding who should
live, or who should die.
Your friend or family.
And in the end, you chose family,
which I understand.
There's nothing that I wouldn't give
to spend one more day, one more hour,
one more minute with my mother.
To hear her voice,
to hold her hand.
In your mind, you did
everything you could to save her.
You thought that the
end justified the means.
I don't have to be here.
From now on, you talk to my lawyer.
Weren't you the least
bit curious, though,
as to how Jay got this
in the first place?
I mean, a customs agent
just tips him off about it,
and he just so happens to
have the only job in the world
with access to steal it.
A miraculous confluence of events
leads him to this gold.
Was it destiny?
Now, I don't know about you,
but I don't believe in destiny.
Now, gold may bend, but it's
it's virtually indestructible.
Whereas, tungsten
is relatively brittle.
Tungsten core with a
titanium nitride coating.
Quite the decoy.
See, Jay thought he was
the one pulling the levers,
but really he was just the
cog in somebody else's machine.
The woman who sent the fake gold,
she wanted it to be stolen
so she could get an insurance payout.
She thought it was a victimless crime.
You killed your best friend.
Robbed Karina of her father.
For what? Nothing.
Fool's gold.
[DIEGO SOBBING]
[DIEGO]: All of them cannot be fake.
I assure you, every one of them is.
I begged him! I begged
him to let me keep one.
But he wouldn't listen.
What am I supposed to do,
just watch my mother die?
But you watched Jay die
after you strung him up.
His body writhing around.
I bet those minutes felt like hours.
Some things you can't unsee.
I waited until after he passed out.
I didn't want to see him in pain.
[SOBS]
What's going to happen to my mom?
I don't know.
[SOFT MUSIC]
[DOOR OPENS]
[DOOR SHUTS]
That's two families
destroyed for nothing.
It was supposed to
be a victimless crime.
[THEME MUSIC]
[NARRATOR]:
In Toronto's war on crime,
the worst offenders are
pursued by the detectives
of the Specialized Criminal
Investigations Unit.
These are their stories.
[ECHOING GAVEL]
Hey, Dad.
Is this seat taken?
Sorry, I'm saving it for a
world-famous cello player.
The next Yo-Yo Ma, in fact.
Well, you're going to be
waiting a while for her.
I talked to financial aid at
Boston College of Music today.
[SIGHS] There are no loans
for non-U.S. students,
and they're not giving out
any scholarships this year.
You know, I'm gonna defer it.
I'm gonna save up. I'm
gonna work for a year or two,
- I'm just gonna
- No, no, no, no, Karina. No.
You've waited long enough for this.
I've been setting money aside.
We're going to make this work.
[SOFT MUSIC]
You know, I always wanted to be a pilot.
Leave the world behind, start
a new adventure every day.
My parents didn't have the
money to send me to school.
So with you, it's gonna be different.
[CHUCKLES SOFTLY]
[AIRPLANE ENGINE WHIRRS]
Jay Diaz, Jay Diaz.
Okay. How much?
Nine, nine and a half?
Why don't we just make it 10?
Make the math a little cleaner.
[TENSE MUSIC]
Okay. I'll float you the 10.
15 points each week.
Compounded.
That shouldn't be a problem, yeah.
Thanks, Felix.
Hey.
What do you need it for?
[TENSE MUSIC]
[INDISTINCT AIRPORT ANNOUNCEMENT]
[SECURITY SYSTEM BEEPS]
Hey. I'm gonna grab
a coffee, wanna join?
Yeah? Oh, I just picked up
an extra shift. Next time?
Yeah. Getting that
OT money. Smart man.
[TENSE MUSIC]
Just deleted your
number. Return the favour?
- [SCOFFS]
- Come on, man.
I thought we'd stay friends.
[LAUGHS WRYLY]
Thanks, man.
What is this?
You gotta open it.
My birthday's not for a few weeks.
[SIRENS BLARING DISTANTLY]
Aren't you excited?
Hey. Your friend Jay is here to see you.
Says he just wants to talk.
He's been drinking.
It's okay. I'll deal with it.
Hey, Jay. What's going on?
- It's Karina.
- Is she okay?
Yeah. No. Listen man, I messed up.
Really bad. I don't know what to do.
It-It's okay.
I gotta talk to you.
Listen, Jay.
I gotta go back to work, man.
[JAY SIGHS]
Um, what about I
I help you get in a cab?
- I gotta talk to you.
- Yeah, I know, I know. I know.
Okay.
[DARK MUSIC]
Dad! Dad! Open up!
Hey, hey, hey. She gave me the key.
You called the landlord?
I've been calling non-stop.
I can hear the phone ringing inside.
I talked to his work and they said
It's okay, it's okay. He's
just probably sleeping in.
Diego, I really think something's wrong.
I think something is seriously wrong.
Just wait here. Just wait here.
Dad?
- [SINISTER MUSIC]
- Dad
No! Dad! No!
[SOBS]
Dad!
[THEME MUSIC]
Jay Diaz. 56 years of age.
His name came up in C-PIC.
Served just under two years in
2008 after his third B and E.
Got a record suspension in
2019 and has been working
as a ramp agent at Pearson ever since.
He was found by his daughter
and a family friend at 10 a.m.
Called in the suicide.
Daughter collapsed from the shock.
The friend took her to get checked out.
Caldorez. This rum goes for,
what, 200 bucks a bottle?
The pills look like Lorazepam.
Maybe he washed them
down with a few drinks.
That's what I thought at
first, Detective Bateman.
A common cocktail to calm the nerves
- before taking your own life.
- And yet, you called us in.
Meaning you suspect foul play.
Why?
First off, Detective Graff,
he didn't leave a note.
75 % of suicides don't
leave a note. What else?
I don't know.
It just seemed off. I had a hunch.
- I'm sorry.
- [CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING]
Well, don't be. Hunches
are nascent theories.
We just have to test them out.
And the stool would be
a good place to start.
Factoring in the victim's height
and the length of the noose
Well, the victim's toes
would only reach to here.
It's hard to kick the bucket
when you're hovering above it.
He didn't even need
the stool to begin with.
Victim could've jumped from the stairs
or the countertop.
If this was a suicide.
The paint wore away from friction
when the killer pulled him
up to the hanging position.
You're right, Officer
Jong. This is a homicide.
- Good work.
- There's no sign of struggle,
but we have the pills to thank for that.
Except Jay didn't know
he was taking them.
The killer crushed them up
and slipped them in his drink.
White residue from the
bonding agent of the pills.
It dissolves in liquid,
but reforms when dry.
Which means the killer planted
those pills as a smoke screen
to fool us so that when
Lorazepam comes back
on the tox report, we
won't think anything of it.
And what's this?
Found that in his wallet.
It's a worker's hotline
for Pearson airport to log sick days,
contact security, request OT.
Did any neighbours report
hearing a fight last night?
No, not that I've heard.
But I can ask around.
Bateman.
I think it's time we
talk to the daughter.
[ECHOING GAVEL]
Are you sure you're gonna be okay?
- Yeah.
- If you need me,
I'm gonna be in my room.
We went to your apartment.
Your roommate said
you were staying here.
Yeah, I just need to be
with family right now.
Um, Diego Rojas?
He was with you when
you found your father?
I thought Diego was
your father's friend.
I didn't realize you were related.
He's basically my second dad.
I lived with him for two
years when I was eight.
When your father was in prison?
My mom died when I was three,
and Diego was the
only family I had left.
And you planning to move back in?
No. Uh
Diego, he's moving out
at the end of the month,
and gonna live with his mom.
And I'll go I'll
go back to my apartment
when I'm feeling better.
What instrument do you play?
Cello. Why?
Well, at your father's apartment,
we found a Boston College of Music mug.
One of the top music
programs in the world.
He must've been very proud.
He really was.
[SOBS] When he tried to give me the mug,
we got into this huge argument,
and I just, I threw it against the wall.
And the last thing I ever said
to him was that I hated him.
What triggered the fight?
When he gave me the mug, he said
he was gonna pay for my tuition.
Which would be impossible on his salary.
Were you concerned about
where he would get the money?
When I asked him, he said
not to worry about it.
So of course, I worried even more.
And I figured he was stealing again,
so I freaked out at him and I said
that he had to give back
all the money that he stole
or I was just going to
cut him out of my life.
I just, I couldn't risk
losing him to jail again.
He said he was gonna
try and fix things
But I just knew he was lying.
[DIEGO]: Last night, Jay
came to the diner I work at.
Do you recall what time?
[SIGHS] It was just after my break,
so 9:15? 9:20?
He was drunk and I was
in the middle of a shift,
so I sent him home in a cab.
Diego, we believe Jay was murdered.
That his suicide was staged.
Did Jay mention anything
suspicious lately?
Start hanging around new people?
No, no. I mean,
he made some mistakes
when he was younger,
but once he got out of
jail, he put all that behind.
So, your victim was on
the straight and narrow
until the pressure to
provide for his daughter
puts him in contact with
some unsavoury characters,
one of whom kills him.
If he turned back to crime,
I'd start with where he left off.
Well, great minds. This is Jay's record.
He worked solo, stole jewelry
from homes in Forest Hill.
Got caught selling it at Chuck's
Cash-For-Gold on St. Clair West.
$2,000 watch and a couple
of earrings. I'm sorry,
but some old lady's pearls
aren't gonna get your kid
through college in America.
- What you got?
- Jay's credit card statement.
Two weeks ago, there's a charge
from Felson Countertops for 5k,
and I don't think he was
remodeling his kitchen.
Maybe he stepped up his game?
Sometimes you gotta
spend money to make money.
How does it fit in?
Well, I'm still working
on that, Inspector.
- Primrose.
- I'm sorry?
A week ago, there's
a charge to Primrose.
The best bagels in the city.
I appreciate the recommendation.
It's on Oakwood, just
north of St. Clair.
Right up the street from
Chuck's Cash-For-Gold.
[ECHOING GAVEL]
Yeah, he came in a week ago.
He wanted to send me some cheap bangles.
10 karats. Stuff I wouldn't
give my ex-mother-in-law.
Did you suspect they were stolen?
Fool me twice. Last time
I did business with him,
I almost lost my license. I
wasn't gonna go through that again.
I only buy clean gold now.
Yes, I see. "Bring in your gold,
I give you cash. No questions asked."
Obviously, you didn't
read the disclaimer.
"No stolen goods."
Chuck, to be able to read that,
I'd need to borrow
your jeweller's loupe.
Nevertheless, I didn't buy
one single thing from him.
Now you can take my word on that.
If we wanted something a little
more solid than your word?
Detective, these cameras are
fake. I am an elderly gentleman
who has no relationship with technology.
Of course our Cash-For-Gold proprietor
doesn't have any
working security cameras.
Chuck wouldn't want any illegal
transactions captured on tape.
No, but I did find this angle
from a store on the same block.
That's Jay in the brown
shirt walking into Chuck's.
And then he came back
out and went to his van.
- Jay had a vehicle?
- Yeah, as of last week.
Motor vehicle registration. He
bought a used van on Tuesday.
He must've been hauling something heavy.
A cube van like that could
handle two baby grands.
I worked for a moving
company in college.
Ah, those first edition
Epic of Gilgameshes
- don't pay for themselves.
- No, they do not.
So, we have a puzzling trinity.
What was the cargo?
When was he moving it?
And from where to where?
I searched through Pearson Airport's
cargo surveillance. Jay
didn't drive his van to work
the day of his murder,
but someone else did.
[BATEMAN]: That is a different driver.
But the same rusted mirror.
- [COMPUTER BEEPS]
- It's a different plate.
Plates are fake. I ran the driver
through facial recognition.
No hits, but check this out.
- What's he picking up?
- I don't know the contents,
but it's a ULD. Universal Load Device.
Airport standard shipping
crate. A box for a box.
[ECHOING GAVEL]
1109,
1208
1118. There we are.
Package came in yesterday
direct from Frankfurt.
Flight 4891.
There's no record of who picked it up?
You don't record the receiver's ID?
We're short-term cargo.
Not exactly Fort Knox.
Most of our shipments are alive seafood
or fresh-cut flowers
with a carbon footprint
larger than a small country.
And as for your package
[KEYBOARD CLICKS]
Eight slabs of marble.
Was the sender Felson Countertops?
- Yep.
- Why would Jay hire a driver
to transport a shipment
of marble that he ordered?
Because he was busy offloading
flight 4891 from Frankfurt.
The exact same flight that
was carrying his shipment.
According to this work log,
Jay took an overtime shift
to ensure that he was
the only ramp agent
working inside that plane.
Yeah, but he had company on the tarmac.
Five armed guards were assigned
to transport a shipment
from the same flight.
- Is that usual?
- Not really.
But, when there's high-value shipments,
armed guards transport them directly
to their secured facility
just off the tarmac.
If you're looking for a Fort Knox,
that may be more your speed.
When you say high-value,
how high are we talking?
20 delivery bars of gold bullion.
Which would be worth
upwards of $24 million.
- Quite the pretty penny.
- I assigned four guards
along with myself to supervise a ULD
carrying the gold from
the plane to our facility.
I never let that
shipment out of my sight
from the moment it touched the tarmac
until I personally
locked it into the safe.
What about inside the plane?
- Any eyes on it then?
- Armed guards never enter the fuselage.
Only ramp agents are allowed.
We're gonna need you to open that up.
[TENSE MUSIC]
And the crate.
It needs to remain sealed until
we deliver it to the receiver.
It's company policy.
We're gonna have to insist.
It's company policy.
[MUSIC INTENSIFIES]
Looks like someone picked
up the wrong package.
24 million dollars worth of gold stolen.
The largest heist in
our country's history.
Jay Diaz's murder is inextricably
linked to this gold heist.
We find out who did this,
and we get his killer.
And I would start with
the $24 million question:
how did Jay swap the marble for gold?
- That's quite the trick.
- Well, like any magic trick,
the answer is disappointingly simple.
Please, disappoint me.
I spoke with Felson Countertops.
Jay bought a crate full of marble,
and he specifically
requested that it be shipped
on a particular flight
on Tuesday from Frankfurt.
Now, also on that same flight,
was a gold shipment
from a German refinery.
Here's the kicker.
Universal load device.
All packages are stored
in identical metal crates.
Meaning that both the
gold and the marble
are stored in identical metal crates.
The only thing that sets them apart
is their waybill number.
Yeah. I've been to Atlantic City.
You're gonna run a shell game, right?
I don't have to, because
when Jay was alone
inside the hull of the
plane offloading the cargo,
he simply swapped the
waybills, and abracadabra.
There aren't any cameras
in the hull of the plane,
but the lab found traces of
grease remover on the gold waybill.
Petroleum oil is an effective
way to dissolve adhesive bonds.
The swap was over before
either crate left the plane.
When it hit the tarmac,
the marble was whisked
away by armed guard,
whereas the gold itself was taken
to a low-security warehouse
where Jay's driver,
with the marble waybill,
- picked it up.
- This job had multiple players.
Maybe our Cash-For-Gold guy
knows more than he's letting on.
Mark's going through nearby surveillance
to see if Jay dropped off
any gold after the heist.
And while that on the back burner,
find out who else Jay was working with.
- Figure out his plan.
- How did he even know
that the gold was coming to
Pearson in the first place?
Ramp agents don't have
access to shipping manifests.
- There was a leak.
- She'll be very interested in whatever you find.
Lina Henkel, owner of the
gold refinery Jay robbed.
I was accompanying the shipment
from my refinery in Germany
to my plant in North Bay.
I landed the same day as my gold
and still, your excuse of
an airport let this happen.
Well, we can't all be
as German as the Germans.
You may think this is
a drop in the bucket
for some faceless corporation,
but I am the sole
owner of this refinery.
I am personally out $24 million.
Not to mention the PR nightmare I am in.
Who will buy from a
refinery that can't deliver
its own gold without it disappearing?
Well, gold doesn't
actually disappear, right?
I read somewhere that all the gold
that's ever been mined
in the world still exists.
It's all still out there.
In jewelry, in vaults.
In sunken treasure.
Let's hope, for your purposes,
my gold is easier to locate.
- [PHONE VIBRATING]
- Hm.
[SIGHS] It's my lawyer,
I have to take this.
We just have one final question.
Did anyone else know which
flight your gold would be on?
Only the armed transport service.
With gold, discretion is key.
But you couldn't hide from the tax man.
The customs paperwork for your shipment.
You pay 15% of the total value
of your shipment in tariffs.
$3.6 million.
Now, anyone at the customs
department could figure out
that your cargo was
valuable. Not so discreet.
Uh, yeah. I have
clearance for this info.
Along with 47 other customs agents.
Well, according to your colleagues,
the other 47 don't spend
their lunch break with Jay.
For someone who just started
working here three months ago,
you and Jay became fast friends.
[PLANE FLYING OVERHEAD]
About a month ago, I noticed the tariffs
for this shipment, so I told my boss
to assign airport police
for added security.
The guy's a chauvinist. Hated
me telling him what to do.
I vented to Jay about it as a friend,
and he must've filed it away.
Stella, where were you
the night of the murder?
The 29th between 11:00 and 1:00 a.m.?
I-I was out on King Street with friends.
I got home around 3:00.
Look, I had no idea Jay was
gonna get wrapped up in all this.
Okay? I feel sick about what happened.
So if there's anything
I can go to help
Well, there is, actually.
Have you ever seen this man before?
Yeah. Actually, I've seen
him around the airport a lot.
I think he's a limo driver.
I had no idea I was
transporting any gold.
Jay gave me papers to pick up a package,
said not to look inside,
so I didn't look inside.
You know, I should've, though.
The guy only paid me 1,000 bucks.
Oh, 1,000 bucks to transport
a significant amount
of gold? Lousy deal.
Why should Jay make
money off your hard work?
Maybe you decided you
wanted to take back
your fair share. You went to
see Jay later on that night
That's impossible. That night,
I was with my wife at the Hyatt
for a little staycation.
Blowing the money I got
to courier the package.
Courier. That's the new
word for getaway driver.
- I like it.
- Unwitting getaway driver.
Joseph
Look, Jay kept me in the dark.
All he said was to swap
the plates on the van,
use it to pick up the package,
drop it off at a storage
locker, then ditch the van.
Storage locker?
[TENSE MUSIC]
Looks like someone beat us to the draw.
Officers found the cube van in
a parking lot by the airport.
- Nothing inside.
- No sign of forced entry.
So the killer had a key to
get in and take the gold.
Maybe. Or before Jay was killed,
he moved the gold out of here.
Stealing, that's one thing,
but in order to sell it,
he'd need a washer.
Someone to smelt it down
and recast it for resale.
Maybe the washer got greedy.
Might've killed Jay after
he brought in the gold,
kept it all for himself?
I think it's time we
check on the back burner.
- [BELL ON DOOR JINGLES]
- Come on, check your notes.
I told you the truth the last time.
Jay came in looking to sell stolen gold.
Right, but you just glossed
over a tiny little detail.
Instead of trying to
sell some cheap bangles,
Jay wanted help cleaning
20 bars of gold bullion.
Devil's in the details, Chuck.
He said he wanted to recast some gold
that he was coming into,
and I said that I would
do it at a modest fee.
But maybe you wanted your fee
to be a little less modest?
I mean, Jay drops off gold
to wash. He ends up dead.
And your cut is suddenly
much more robust.
Well, that's all well and good,
but Jay didn't drop off the gold
like he was supposed to on the 30th.
That's because he was
killed the day before.
And that is tragic, but I am telling you
not one ounce of his
gold entered my store.
Well, our tech guy, Mark,
he's going to be the judge of that,
'cause he's currently going over
all the outside surveillance.
Be my guest. I got nothing to hide.
So when Jay came in, did he mention
if he was working with anyone?
I wish I could be of more help.
Hm. I think you can.
How 'bout you tell us
who Jay was working with,
and we won't go get a warrant
to comb through your store
and look into the
questionable providence
of your entire inventory.
Are you with me?
When he first came in,
he said he was looking
for some seed money for the job.
He needed cash to buy the van.
And I may have connected
him with an angel investor.
Ms. Diaz. Sorry for your loss.
Your father will be dearly missed.
How are you holding up?
Sorry, what'd you say your name was?
I didn't. I knew your
father through business.
I gave him a sizeable loan
before he took his French exit.
[TENSE MUSIC]
Look, I don't know what
you're talking about.
Dad never mentioned a loan,
and I don't have any of his money.
Surely he left you
something. Cash, gold, jewelry?
[DIEGO]: Karina?
Everything okay?
Yeah, just offering my condolences.
- You okay?
- Yeah.
[TENSE MUSIC]
Meet Jay's angel
investor. Felix Martinez.
No mug shot, no prior convictions?
No, but he's in our system as
a known associate of the Altos.
The crime family responsible
for the Bathurst Street shooting?
And the Willowdale drive-by.
Jay thought he was just
dealing with a loan shark,
when in fact he was
borrowing from the mob.
They could have known
that he had just come into
$24 million worth of gold.
Jay was walking around
with a target on his back.
The question is,
did Felix have his
finger on the trigger?
I'm all too familiar
with Felix Martinez.
Runs a Portuguese café as a front
for his loan shark operation.
Backed by the Alto crime family.
- Huh.
- Tried to put him away three years ago,
no luck.
Well, you're losing
your touch, Forrester.
No, no. Martinez is just that good.
It takes humility to
know you've been bested.
Felix is a master at insulating himself
from anything illegal.
Outsources all the dirty jobs.
- Like murder?
- Wouldn't put it past him.
You're thinking Felix fronted
Jay money for the heist,
Jay does all the hard work,
then Felix steals the
gold out from under him?
The best person to steal
from is another thief.
- No recourse.
- In comes a hired gun who silences Jay
so that he doesn't draw
any unwanted attention
- to our honest café owner.
- And where is this front?
- Little Portugal?
- Geary.
Why, craving custard tarts?
[ECHOING GAVEL]
Yeah, I met him once.
It's possible he came
looking for a loan.
Perhaps.
Maybe, possible, perhaps.
Your lexicon seems
to lean a little heavy
on the hypotheticals.
Well, my business, it has to.
And what business is that, exactly?
- Hospitality.
- Is that what you call it?
- [LAUGHING]
- Yeah.
Okay.
Fine.
If you loaned Jay money,
he may have used that money
to steal a large shipment of gold.
And if you wanted a
bigger return on your loan,
all you would've had to
do is take it from him.
Yeah, yeah. But I never touched Jay.
- Okay.
- Do you mind? Thank you.
You know,
I know you'd never hurt a fly.
You would never be caught
in the same room as Jay.
But what about your goons?
[TENSE MUSIC]
Look. [CLEARS THROAT]
You don't want to talk
to us, that's fine.
We could come back
here, maybe have lunch.
I don't know, every day?
Give us a little more time
to question your associates.
Trust me, detectives. I make a much
better friend than I do an enemy.
So do we.
Okay. I'll make it quick,
'cause frankly, you're making
my customers uncomfortable.
The day the gold disappeared,
one of my men may have gone to visit Jay
to have a friendly conversation.
When Jay got home at
10:00, he wasn't alone.
There was another man with him.
My guy waits around.
Jay's guest never leaves.
After an hour or so, my guy goes home.
He was never inside.
So how did Jay and this
man get home? By bus, foot?
- They got out of a cab.
- And this mystery man,
what did he look like?
He's tall.
Curly hair, Latin looking.
40-ish. Enjoy the tarts.
[TENSE MUSIC]
Diego.
[MAN]: So, here.
Here.
[PEN CLICKS] And that's all.
Alright.
- So can I buy her flight now?
- Uh, not quite.
We need to submit your
mother's package, first.
I'll expedite it, which
will cut down on time, but
I hate to bring up the fee.
I know, I just need a few more days.
The firm has a grace
period for invoices,
but that passed weeks ago.
Sorry but the partners are telling me
that your mother's
application will be frozen
until the firm receives payment.
Of course. I'll have it
to you by the end of week.
You suspect Diego, the
victim's best friend,
because a loan shark said so?
Look, I know Felix has
every reason to lie.
But we've exhausted the
entire heist team as suspects.
The driver's and the gold
washer's alibi are solid.
Frankie, don't conflate
hitting a brick wall with
having a breakthrough.
It's still highly likely that
one of Felix's men killed Jay.
Okay, but we also know
that Jay went to see Diego on
the night that he was murdered.
What if Diego left work
and went home with Jay?
And before you ask, we have
tried to track down the cab.
- So far, no hits.
- Let's say you're right.
Diego kills Jay to steal the gold. Why?
Greed? His best friend is gonna need
a much better reason than that.
There is a much stronger
reason. It's family.
We visited Diego at his apartment.
He was packing his things up.
He's moving into a new
place with his mother,
so I searched her up.
No license, no passport,
'cause it turns out
she lives in Venezuela.
Also I just found this
from a few months ago.
- Expired now.
- Diego started a crowdsourcing
campaign for his mother
diagnosed with stage
three breast cancer.
He was raising money
to get her to Canada for treatment.
Yeah, but look how little he raised.
He only raised 10%.
And yet he's moving into a new place
in anticipation of her arrival.
Jay cut in his friend?
Well, if he did, Diego didn't
just want the gold to get rich.
He needed it to save his mom.
The last time I saw Jay was at work.
I was there until 4:00 a.m.
You can ask my manager.
Here's her number, here.
Oh, don't bother. We already have.
- Oh.
- At the time of the murder,
she said you were working
in the basement on inventory.
Alone.
Diego.
Did Jay tell you
anything about the gold?
Anything at all? Did
he promise you a cut?
No, he never mentioned
anything about gold
or what he was doing at the airport.
We believe that Jay was going
to give you money from the theft.
That doesn't make any sense.
If any of this was true,
why would he cut me in?
Because Jay wanted to repay his debt.
When Jay went to jail,
you were there for him.
Eh? You took Karina in.
Like she was your own.
- Mm-hmm.
- Family. Yeah?
So it's only fair that
now, with your mother sick,
Jay returns the favour.
And Diego, you were
counting on that money.
This is your new lease
agreement for the bungalow.
There's space for your
mother. It is double the size
and cost of your current apartment.
You signed this one week
before Jay stole the gold.
I've been saving for
this place for years.
[SIGHS]
I came here as a courtesy to
help you catch Jay's killer.
But what you are
insinuating is disgusting.
If Jay was gonna give me money,
make all my problems go away,
why in God's name would I want him dead?
What if we have this all wrong?
I mean, what happened right
after Jay stole the gold?
He told Karina he was going
to send her to college.
She knew the money was stolen.
She gave him an ultimatum:
give it all back or she'd
cut him out of her life.
And Karina assumed that
Jay didn't listen to her.
That he chose to keep the gold.
The number we found in Jay's apartment.
The last thing that Jay told Karina.
He was gonna fix what he did.
[AUTOMATED VOICE]: You have
reached the Pearson Airport
workers hotline. For assistance
[CALL BEEPS OFF]
What if Jay kept his word?
He was gonna give back the gold.
Leaving Diego without the
money he needed to save his mom.
Sorry to interrupt, but I
thought you might wanna see this.
I've been keeping tabs on Jay's
collaborators from the heist.
Stella, the customs
agent, just quit her job
and bought a one-way
ticket to Frankfurt.
Now what would she
be doing in Frankfurt?
Heading back to Frankfurt so soon?
I have to deal with a crisis
at the refinery back home.
Well, Frankfurt seems to be
a popular destination these days.
You know who else is going
to Frankfurt this week?
Stella Borden. Do you know her?
You can't remember your own employee?
That's strange. See,
we talked to Stella.
Turns out she was your
children's au pair last year.
So you planted her here
where she quickly found
her mark, Jay Diaz,
and she told him about
your incoming gold shipment
because you wanted him to steal it.
- You knew he would.
- Leave a loaf of bread
in front of a starving man,
it's no shock he takes it.
Yeah, but why get someone
to steal your gold?
I mean, your refinery's not
some faceless corporation.
You are the sole owner. So
Jay just stole 20 gold bars
- straight out of your pocket.
- Thought you may want a copy.
Your contract with the
armed transport service.
There's a clause in there about theft.
If your product is
stolen during transport,
the delivery service
has to repay you in full.
But like my partner here,
the one thing I can't figure out is why?
It's a zero-sum game.
You're out the gold, but
you get the insurance payout.
Why go through all that
trouble just to break even?
I suggest you direct all
future questions to my lawyers.
We will. But in the meantime,
we'd like to direct you
not to leave the country.
[TENSE MUSIC]
We have enough to charge the
gold refinery owner for fraud.
But the question remains:
why did she get Jay to steal her gold
for an insurance payout
just to break even?
Well, I have a few theories.
Any of them relate to our killer?
Actually, no. Both Lina and
her inside woman, Stella,
they have solid alibis.
They didn't kill Jay.
So let's return our focus
to your prime suspect. Diego.
Well, the night of the murder,
Jay tells Diego that he
has to return the gold.
He's not going to be
able to give him the money
- he needs for his mom.
- Meaning he'll be waiting
in agony for his mother to die
of cancer in Venezuela unless
Unless he kills Jay and
makes off with the keys
to the storage locker. Gets
the gold, saves the mom.
I take it you're looking for
a warrant to search Diego's
- home for the gold?
- And more importantly,
his new bungalow. Karina's
been living with him
since he killed Jay, and he wouldn't be
reckless enough to stash it in a place
- where she could find it.
- Let's say a judge signs off
on this search warrant, and
let's say you find the gold
in Diego's new place.
Still doesn't prove that he
drugged and killed his friend.
Well, we have Diego's
Lorazepam prescription.
Exact drug used to sedate Jay.
At the time of the murder,
nobody saw him at work.
He could've easily slipped out.
Well, you see means and opportunity,
but a sympathetic jury
sees a blue-collar worker
trying to make ends meet.
Who's taking Lorazepam for his anxiety
because his mother's dying.
- He's good.
- [GRAFF GROANS]
You ever consider switching sides?
Money would be nice.
But you two would miss me too much.
- Hm.
- Convicting a killer
is like hunting deer. You
get one shot. You miss?
Well, they run for the
woods, become harder to catch.
- I didn't know you hunt.
- Of course I don't hunt.
But I'll take any analogy I
can get to urge you two to focus
on tying Diego to the murder
before using the search warrant.
Absolutely not. Diego
would never hurt Dad.
- They were like brothers.
- Well, sometimes, brothers fight.
Well, you're wrong.
Is that why you asked
to speak to me alone? Hm?
So you could turn me against him?
I want you both to leave right now.
Okay.
But listen.
Diego knows he's a suspect.
So if he gets agitated or desperate
I think you might want to find
someplace else to stay right now.
Diego's like family.
He was at my high school graduation.
He was at birthday parties.
He's kind and he's generous.
He's also quite the connoisseur.
Caldorez rum.
That was Dad and Diego's favourite.
They'd drink it on special occasions.
This very brand of rum
was found in your father's apartment
laced with Lorazepam the night he died.
Karina.
Just think for one minute.
Is there anything you remember happening
between Diego and your father
on the day of the murder
or shortly before? Anything at all?
[TENSE MUSIC]
[STAMMERING]
He stopped me.
He stopped me from going inside Dad's.
Even before he opened the door.
It's like he was trying to keep me out.
As if he knew what was behind that door.
In addition to the warrant,
we wanted to deliver an apology.
- I don't understand.
- The eye witness.
The one who claims to have seen you
at the scene of the crime.
We think he was lying
to divert attention.
- He's a real piece of work.
- Yeah.
We believe he was the
one who stole the gold
and he was the one who killed Jay.
We're close to making an arrest.
Then why do you have to search my place?
Our Crown thinks that once
we clear your premises,
you know, we'll have
enough to bring this guy in.
- It's just legal protocol.
- Whatever you need.
- Okay, thank you. Thank you.
- We appreciate it.
Our team will search here,
and we've also got a warrant
for your new bungalow, as well.
Why don't you ride with us?
[TENSE MUSIC]
[GRAFF]: This should
only take a few minutes.
One floor.
Open space, natural light.
Your mom would've loved this.
Look, Diego, we know that Jay
was gonna give you the money.
Okay? But there's no way
you can afford a place
like this without it.
We also know, okay,
you're not guilty of anything.
Not unless Jay told you
where the money came from.
All Jay said was that it was his turn
to take care of me for once.
He wanted to help my mother.
A gift like that, I knew better
than to ask where it came from.
So you start spending
money you don't have,
renting this place,
hiring an immigration
lawyer you can't afford.
All because you thought Jay
was going to pay back his debt.
I wanted to believe
him. I let myself dream.
Of course. And your dream
almost became a reality.
But when Jay was killed
and that gold was stolen,
your plans to save your
mother, they died with him.
I'll just have to find
another way to bring her over.
I'll I'll make it work.
All clear.
Sorry about the inconvenience.
It's okay.
Whoa. Wood-burning fireplace.
There is nothing better.
The end of a long day, you come home,
you toss a couple of logs on,
and watch the flames dance.
When I bought my place,
that's the first thing I did.
Restored the fireplace,
like you were doing here.
Uh, but this is a rental?
Yeah, but I asked the landlord.
Oh, that's kind of him.
Except, uh
yours is missing one thing.
A chimney.
I didn't see one outside.
Previous owner must've
decommissioned it years ago.
So all that said, as I'm standing here,
I feel like I'm getting warmer.
Yeah?
Am I getting warmer, Diego?
[TENSE MUSIC]
Am I getting warmer?
- [GRUNTS]
- What are you doing?
J-Jay probably put it there!
[STAMMERING] He was helping me
clean the house, and I
gave him a set of keys.
Well, he's a generous guy.
I mean, just like you, he'd
do anything for a friend.
And for family.
So when Jay heard from Karina
that she wanted him
to give back everything
that he stole, he listened.
And he was gonna do it.
And that would leave you
with nothing while your mother
suffers through her final days.
And you were in a no-win situation.
Deciding who should
live, or who should die.
Your friend or family.
And in the end, you chose family,
which I understand.
There's nothing that I wouldn't give
to spend one more day, one more hour,
one more minute with my mother.
To hear her voice,
to hold her hand.
In your mind, you did
everything you could to save her.
You thought that the
end justified the means.
I don't have to be here.
From now on, you talk to my lawyer.
Weren't you the least
bit curious, though,
as to how Jay got this
in the first place?
I mean, a customs agent
just tips him off about it,
and he just so happens to
have the only job in the world
with access to steal it.
A miraculous confluence of events
leads him to this gold.
Was it destiny?
Now, I don't know about you,
but I don't believe in destiny.
Now, gold may bend, but it's
it's virtually indestructible.
Whereas, tungsten
is relatively brittle.
Tungsten core with a
titanium nitride coating.
Quite the decoy.
See, Jay thought he was
the one pulling the levers,
but really he was just the
cog in somebody else's machine.
The woman who sent the fake gold,
she wanted it to be stolen
so she could get an insurance payout.
She thought it was a victimless crime.
You killed your best friend.
Robbed Karina of her father.
For what? Nothing.
Fool's gold.
[DIEGO SOBBING]
[DIEGO]: All of them cannot be fake.
I assure you, every one of them is.
I begged him! I begged
him to let me keep one.
But he wouldn't listen.
What am I supposed to do,
just watch my mother die?
But you watched Jay die
after you strung him up.
His body writhing around.
I bet those minutes felt like hours.
Some things you can't unsee.
I waited until after he passed out.
I didn't want to see him in pain.
[SOBS]
What's going to happen to my mom?
I don't know.
[SOFT MUSIC]
[DOOR OPENS]
[DOOR SHUTS]
That's two families
destroyed for nothing.
It was supposed to
be a victimless crime.
[THEME MUSIC]