King (2011) s02e13 Episode Script
Wendy Stetler
1 - There's a situation unfolding north of the city.
- What is that? - A dumping ground.
- He had nothing to do with whatever happened to those people! I'm never gonna say that I killed that girl.
And he thinks he's smarter than us.
It was me.
I killed them.
(Gunshot) Ugh! [Jess.]
: Nice and easy on this one.
This couldn't wait? I'm working.
We need your help, Tim.
We still have a lot of questions.
Yeah, and I don't have the answers.
Well, he was your nephew.
You knew Scott Spivak better than anyone.
Yeah, obviously not.
Eleven victims, Tim.
Eleven bodies.
You shot him.
Isn't that enough? No, Tim, it's not, because we don't know if Scott was working alone, if someone was helping him, if there's still someone out there.
You think Scott was working with someone? Wrapping the bodies, burying them in the bog that's a lot of work for one man, don't you think? - Scott wasn't smart enough.
- What do you mean? To get someone to help him to do what he did.
Scott wasn't that bright.
Look, you have a job to do detectives, but I need my life back from this.
I gotta move on, 'cause if I don't, I don't know, I'm gonna fall apart.
Thanks.
- It's a pretty good act.
- Meh.
Not impressed.
Doesn't it drive you crazy to see a serial killer gardening? - Is Surveillance still on him? - Yeah.
OK.
I'll see you back at the shop in a couple hours.
A couple hours? Where are you going? - I have a thing.
- What thing? A none-of-your-business thing.
(Women shouting) We will not go away! We will not be ignored! We represent the disappeared, and we demand answers! We are mothers and sisters of sex workers! - Just relax.
- Just OK, please, jus - For God's sake, Wendy, wh - Chief Graci.
How ya doing? These women deserve to know if their daughters are among the victims you found up north in that swamp.
The identification process has got nothing to do with King or her team.
Do I have to call the media, get 'em down here, and make a statement? Because I will.
And I'll wear my leather corset.
Paraplegic former prostitute in sexy lingerie? I'd make the front page for sure.
Anyone ever tell you, you get more with sugar than with vinegar? I tried sugar.
No one returned my calls.
We will not go away! We will not be ignored! We represent the disappeared, and we demand answers! We are mothers! Three, four, five, six, seven, eight.
Not bad for a detective.
Dead at recess, Margie.
And one more.
Again.
Oh, and I forgot to say congrats on gunning down that freak show.
I didn't gun anyone down, Margie.
Well, your husband did.
You tell him good shot for me.
- She doesn't come here to talk shop, Margie.
- Yeah, Margie.
I know.
I'm sorry.
I just want you to know I appreciate your work.
And again.
Allongé.
(Cell phone vibrating) Uh-oh.
Buzz, buzz.
Important lady.
Sorry.
I will never mention serial killers in class again.
I promise.
- It's fine.
Chief.
- Where are you? - Dance class.
- Seriously, King.
- Stuck in traffic.
Well, you better get down here soon.
There's some people that want to talk to you, and they're not leaving until they do.
- Who? - Mothers.
- Ooh, boy.
And some sisters, and they brought a spokesperson, Wendy Stetler sex-trade advocate and a general pain in the ass.
- Is she wearing her corset? - No, but she threatened to.
OK, I'm on my way.
I gotta go.
OK.
No problem.
Have a good one.
The police in this country don't have a great track record in solving the murders of prostitutes.
I know, but things are changing.
- Not fast enough.
- We got Scott Spivak.
You shot Scott Spivak.
Not that I'm sorry to see any serial killer get executed.
He wasn't executed.
Right.
Sensitive subject.
Hubby and all.
Any chance I could get a drink of something? Yeah, the fridge is right there.
Iced tea, if you've got it.
People think you're just gonna file all the remaining victims under Scott Spivak's name.
One serial killer fits all kind of thing.
- The investigation is ongoing.
- Do you believe he murdered all those women? - Wendy, like I said - The investigation is ongoing.
Why don't we finish this in my office? The case has finally fallen off the front page.
And I'm gonna put it back there.
You put me back on the six- o'clock news, and it'll alert certain people to the path of my investigation.
Certain people.
You have to let me do my job.
So you don't think Scott did it alone? Because I know there was someone else.
- I know he didn't do it alone.
- How do you know? - Because I met him.
- You met him? You're gonna tell me who it was? The man who put me in this wheelchair.
Oh, hey Wha-ooh Hey, yeah King 2x13 - Wendy Stetler Original air date May 25, 2012 He said he wanted an all-nighter and was willing to pay.
Been saving up.
He showed me cash, lots of it.
Then he said he wanted to pay extra rough me up a bit.
I thought, "All right, a little role playing.
" "I'm tough.
" And I needed the money.
He passed me a bottle.
Stupidly, I drank.
I woke up in the trunk of his car.
My hands were tied with twine.
Car was moving.
I knew if I stayed in there, I was gonna die.
In the dark, I started searching.
I found the latch.
I got the trunk open and rolled out onto the road.
While the car was still moving? Could have been worse.
Could be dead.
And the man who put you in the trunk? Mm.
Kept driving.
It happened two miles from the swamp where you found all those bodies.
- How long ago was this? - Six years.
- And you reported it? - Yeah.
But I was just another hooker who got what she deserved.
And you're sure it's not Scott Spivak? Too young.
What about him? No.
My guy was heavy.
With thinning hair.
Wendy Stetler's occurrence report.
Not much there.
No make of car, no witnesses.
Well, this is the composite from that time.
[Ingrid.]
: Scott's victims were call girls.
[Spears.]
: Wendy was high-risk.
She worked the stroll.
- Big difference.
- So no connection? Just a coincidence? Geography suggests a connection.
OK, so hold on, hold on.
We're totally ruling out the possibility that Scott acted alone? Well, Forensics said some of the remains have been there for 10 or 15 years.
- He would have had to start when he was in seventh grade.
- The three recent ones are Scott's, but the eight older ones, they gotta be someone else's.
OK, so, Uncle Tim or Wendy's man.
Jessica King.
I'm sorry, who? Uncle Tim told us he frequents prostitutes.
His cottage is near the burial site.
- And he's connected to Scott.
- It was fine when I left early this morning.
The man we're looking for is an anger excitation killer.
He's gonna have kept souvenirs from every victim.
We tore that cottage apart.
Nothing.
Same with his warehouse.
OK, thanks.
Bye.
And those souvenirs are somewhere.
- I love it how you do that.
- Do what? Talk on the phone, listen to us at the same time.
Ingrid, Spears, follow up on the Wendy thing.
Martin, see if you can track down Scott Spivak's ex-girlfriend and get her to come in.
- Where are you going? - Water dripping from my neighbour's ceiling.
My toilet might be leaking.
Back in a jiff.
Crap! Crappity-crap-crap.
I can't believe this.
(ringing on other end) - Hey, Jess.
- Uh, did you shave - after I left this morning? - What? - Did you shave after I - No, I tried, but they, uh, they shut off the water.
I called down.
They said something about, uh, fixing the plumbing on our floor.
- You tried though? - Yeah.
- You plugged the sink? - Yes.
- you turned on the faucet.
- What's going on, Jess? - My shoes! - Jess.
- Do you remember - turning off the faucet? - No, I don't remember.
OK, you need to get over here.
You flooded the place.
- I'm working the re-canvas on the barbershop murder, Jess.
- Danny.
- I'm-I'm working! - So am I.
- At least, I'm supposed to be.
- I Thanks for your help! (She sighs) Danny boy! Dickie-bird told me you're a hero.
Heh! Yeah, I wouldn't say that, T.
J.
Ah, sure you are.
You shot that pervy killer rapist, didn't ya? - I gotta get back in there.
- They give you a medal? No.
No, they didn't.
They should have.
Listen, mate, um you're cut off.
Cut off? T.
J.
, I'm good for it.
Come on.
We both know that.
Yeah, but, Danny, you're into me large again.
You owe me quite a bit.
Yeah, well, if you don't let me in there to play a few hands, how am I gonna win that money back, right? Come on.
We both know it's gonna be more than a few hands.
Payment's due.
Jeez.
- I wouldn't if I were you.
- Whoa.
Whoa.
Are you threatening me? T.
J.
? Is this you threatening me? (T.
J.
laughs) I don't think we have to go there quite yet, Danny.
But I'll tell you what.
I will adjust your terms, reduce your principal just by a titch, if you do me a little favour.
What? I need you to send a message to someone who's in deeper than you.
Fellow cop, actually.
A cop? You want me to muscle a cop? You're out of your mind.
Come on.
You're up to your neck in it, Danny boy.
And I'm offering you a way out.
Unless, of course, you want me to call your wife, discuss it with her.
Oh, whoa, oh Oh, whoa, oh - Danny.
- Hey.
We're going down.
- Oh.
Where? - Uh, archives.
I called the insurance company, though.
They're gonna call the condo manager and get back to us.
Great.
Thanks.
You OK? Yeah, yeah.
Good.
- I'll talk to you later.
- Uh, sure.
Guess I'm taking the stairs.
Three thousand eight hundred and ninety occurrence report filed by sex workers.
Revising to include abductions.
Abductions where they agreed to follow a script role playing.
Nice.
(Spears typing) Eight hundred.
Tied with string or twine or a cord.
- How was your leak? - It was a flood.
I don't want to talk about it.
Database search.
Assaults on sex-trade workers.
- Eighty-seven reported incidents.
- Throw in a bowie knife.
- Twenty-three.
- Any of them local? One found in the GTA.
- Printing now.
- Only one? Seems low.
Ninety percent of assaults on sex workers go unreported.
Martin, what's up? OK, I'll be right down.
Martin's downstairs with Scott's ex.
You guys follow up on, uh - Uh, Jillian Saunders.
- Yeah.
See what he has to say about her bad date.
OK.
(Man sighs) Normally when a guy asks me out on a date, I punch him right in the gonads, but you're so tall and pretty, I couldn't resist.
Yeah, thanks for taking the time out of your busy schedule there, Ray.
Whatever.
What is it, Sless? - You and I got a mutual friend: T.
J.
Morris.
Oh, yeah? - Yeah, how is T.
J.
? - Well, he misses you.
- Yeah.
We gotta catch up sometime.
- Yeah.
Listen, uh Anything you can give him in the next 12 hours is gonna go a long way to mending fences, you know what I mean? What the hell is this? Just relaying a message.
Yeah, you're relaying the message, you you're leaning on me, - is that what this is? - Doing a job.
What, you're working for T.
J.
now? Oh, no.
Oh, no, you're not working for him; he's got you dancing.
You must be into him for almost as much as me.
Look, Danny, my problems are my problems; yours are yours.
Let's keep it that way, OK? Just 12 hours.
OK? OK.
I gotta make some calls.
(He sighs) It's hard to talk about with people how it feels.
"How's it going, Erin?" "OK, except my ex-boyfriend was a serial killer.
" You laugh, but it's true.
(Door opening) Hi, Erin.
I'm Detective Sergeant King.
Thank you very much for coming in.
- Thanks.
You don't think I had anything to do with - Not at all.
No one here thinks you had anything to do with Scott's crimes.
Someone tell my brothers.
They all think I'm bride of Satan.
How long did you and Scott have a relationship? - We went out for six months.
- And did he have any other close relationships that you know of? - What do you mean? - Who did he hang around with? No one, really.
He was always working with his uncle.
Scott said he taught him everything.
All that cottage stuff, the fishing and whatnot, Scott wasn't like that.
He hated it, actually.
Tim told Scott to break up with me, right? Which he did.
Basically, Tim said, "Jump"; Scott said, "How high?" Once Scott made me watch him with a prostitute.
He was pretty rough on her.
I didn't like that.
I told him I didn't like that.
- Know what's weird? - What? - Part of me still loves him.
- Erin 'Cause he didn't do that to me.
He didn't do to me what he did to those girls.
He loved me enough to I'm very thankful for that.
- The mask of sanity.
- What? Wives and girlfriends of serial killers.
Nothing to do with love; just a way of hiding in plain sight.
Erin didn't exactly confirm Uncle Tim's view of his relationship with Scott.
I want to talk to him again.
Go get him.
- What are we asking? - We're not.
This time we don't ask; we tell.
It's time to shake things up.
Three product launches in four weeks, and everyone wants their media plans, like, today.
Well, we appreciate you taking the time, Miss Saunders.
Jillian.
Can you just wait till we get Just right here.
We wanted to follow up on an occurrence report - you filed.
- Which one? - The bad date three years ago.
- That.
Forget it.
You said you were taken to a motel near Bracebridge - in Muskoka.
- Did I? - Don't remember.
- And that your client paid extra to beat you, but you feared for your life.
Do you recognize either of these men from that night? He was balding like that, but I'm not sure.
But, uh, the other guy, no.
And is there anything else you can I am so far away from that person right now.
There's no way I could tell you what she was thinking or feeling.
- Jillian.
- I have a life.
A fiancé.
I have clients.
We could arrange to talk with you at another time.
- Could you just leave? - Are you sure? You could help prevent this sort of thing from happening - to another woman.
- I might know someone else you could talk to.
She might be able to help.
[Spears.]
: - Who's that? - Carla Price.
We worked the stroll together.
Thank you.
Jillian Saunders sent you? She's doing all right, - I guess.
[Ingrid.]
: - Was this the guy? Good head of hair.
- Not him.
- You sure? You want me to lie? - How about him? - Closer.
I think.
I was pretty out of it.
Hit me pretty hard.
Waved that big knife around.
- And then? - Took his money's worth, - then he dropped me back where he found me.
- Ever see him again? No.
Men like that, they work different strolls.
I wrote his license plate down on the telephone pole, I think.
- A telephone pole? - It's like an early warning system for the other girls you see that plate, you don't get in that car.
It's been three years.
Chances are, whatever she wrote is worn away by now.
Hey.
Can I borrow your knife? Thanks.
King.
Brother Ray.
How goes it in Robbery? It's getting harder and harder to tell who the bad guys are.
That happens.
What can I do for you? What's that? That's for Danny.
I thought maybe you could pass it along for me.
- OK.
- You can do better than that guy, King.
After he's gone, you should give me a call.
We could have some fun.
Yeah, no, Ray.
I have a strict no-back-hair policy.
Well, I'm sure I'll see you around.
Whoa, whoa, whoa Oh, whoa, oh Yeah, yeah, yeah [Jess.]
: What you said this morning, Tim, I thought about it, and you're right.
- What'd I say this morning? - That Scott wasn't smart not smart enough to get someone to help him murder those women.
So now I'm thinking that someone recruited Scott.
And that person is the smart one.
So, I went to Behavioural Sciences, and they put together a profile.
Tim, I need you to help us identify anyone in your nephew's life who might fit that profile.
- I didn't know any of his friends.
- Intuition is best here.
Anyone pops into your head, just say.
Martin? Um, he's older.
Probably a mentor, father-figure type, socially acceptable, likely unmarried, no kids, definitely intelligent.
He's controlling but charismatic.
A leader.
He could be quite good looking.
Anyone come to mind? No.
- How old are you, Tim? - Forty-five.
Never married, no kids.
- I had Scott.
- Of your own.
Last girlfriend? - This is the way you treat people who - Have a mass grave 3/4 - of a mile from their cottage.
- There are other cottages on that road.
Yeah, but Scott used your bunkie to rape and torture Aurora O'Donnell.
You gay? No I didn't have to come in here.
What was the last time you had sex with a woman? You don't get to ask me that kind of question.
I get to ask you any kind of question I want.
You just don't have to answer them.
But then, if you don't, I will wonder why, and that will lead to more questions, so better off just telling the truth, Tim.
Make me happy.
I have high blood pressure.
I take medication.
- It lowers my libido.
- How long have you been taking it? Three years.
No sex in three years? You said you gave Scott freedom, but his ex-girlfriend tells a different story about you and your nephew.
She says you were controlling.
- Why would she say that? - Ask her.
I'm asking you.
She said you taught Scott everything you knew.
So, does that include (cell phone vibrating) Excuse me.
I'm sorry.
I (door beeps) - Hey, hon.
- Hey, what's up? I gotta get back on the road, so - I saw Ray today.
- Ray? Ray Arnold.
Nice guy.
Gave me something to give to you.
- Oh, yeah.
Yeah, I'm doing him a favour.
It's just - Danny.
It's part of an ongoing, uh He's Everything's cool.
- Are you borrowing money from Ray Arnold, Danny? - No.
Seriously, it's nothing.
Are you gambling again? - I'm doing him a favour, Jess.
I just said that.
I'm - Danny.
- No, I'm not gambling.
- Then how do you end up owing a favour to someone like Ray Arnold, Danny? He's not a criminal, Jess; he's a cop, OK? - Barely.
- I'm not talking about this here.
We can - talk about it when we get home.
- No, we're gonna talk about it Just back off, Jess! Now! Or what, Danny? (Spears clears his throat) Hey, boss.
(Danny scoffs) He shot someone, Jess.
It's gonna get to him every now and then.
Wasn't about that.
So, we found something.
You OK? Sure.
Something? Jillian Saunders threw us to a friend who we think - had the same bad date as Wendy Stetler.
- So, this friend, what did she say? Wrote the plate number on a telephone pole.
Went to the pole, found a line of a dozen others half-faded so much we couldn't read some of them.
So, run what you can.
I got Tim downstairs.
OK.
(door beeps) You can go home, Tim.
Thank you.
We think you taught Scott everything he knew about prostitutes that you can beat them, cut 'em up, kill 'em, and that no one would miss them.
But Scott wasn't you, and Scott screwed up.
The last thing he said to me was, "Tell Tim I'm sorry I'm doing this to him".
Did Scott disappoint you, Tim? Show Mr.
Spivak out, Martin.
(Door beeps) (Door beeps) Why don't you take a shift in Surveillance for old time's sake? - Sure.
- See if we shook him up.
If he's guilty, he won't be able to think right now.
He won't go back to work, he'll feel trapped, emotional, - he might drink.
- His cadence will change.
See? You have a way with words, Martin.
His cadence will change.
That's beautiful.
Why, thank you.
At some point, you might also want to let him see you watching, so he knows.
Oh, whoa, oh Yeah, yeah, yeah (cell phone ringing) Yeah.
We got a hit fifth license plate in.
- OK.
- An action report came up.
A young woman died of a fractured skull after jumping out of a van near Gravenhurst.
Driver of the vehicle said she was a hitchhiker stoned out of her head threw up, went crazy, but here's the interesting thing: the investigating officer must have smelled something hinky, 'cause he called down here to Sex Crimes to see if the driver was known to us.
- Got the driver's name? - Yeah.
Duncan Hanover.
- Bring him in.
- OK.
Whoa, whoa, oh, oh Well, now nothing's working.
Nope.
Not the sink, not the tub.
Nothing.
OK, why can't I just get my own plumber? I know I'm not the owner of the unit, but I live here, don't I? (Cell phone ringing) OK, so there's one plumber who has a contract for the whole building? That's dopey! (Cell phone ringing) Hey, Martin.
What's he doing? Cadence has officially changed.
He's, uh he's gathering his thoughts by the water.
Well, Ingrid and Spears think they might have found the guy who put Wendy Stetler in the wheelchair.
- And put the eight women in the swamp? - Could be.
But get someone to relieve you.
I don't want to let up on Tim until we know for sure.
- Roger that.
- I'll see you back at the office.
(she sighs) Hey, Danny.
You planning on coming home, or what? (She sighs) (Melancholy pop music playing) - Hey.
- Hey.
- Thanks for coming.
- No problem.
You want you want something to drink? - No, thanks.
- I won't tell anybody.
All right, what's going on? Aw I blew it, Taylor.
(She sighs) Danny, you gotta book off.
- Get some rest.
- No, I I just Man, I I fell off the wagon.
Big time.
How bad? Bad.
Like bad bad.
- Cards? Ponies? What? - Everything, really.
You know - Did you call your sponsor? - No.
No, the sponsor can't help.
You know, not with this.
I, uh I did this thing for my bookie, right? Well, what "thing"? I just collected a debt for him.
Right, so that he'd help me out with my thing.
You know, give me a break, right? - But - Did you, uh, did you hurt anyone? No.
I was ready to, though.
It was a cop.
I'm I'm, like, - totally I'm just lost.
- Don't, don't, don't say anything else.
I need to talk to someone I can trust Yeah? You want to talk to someone? You talk to your wife.
Better yet, talk to a lawyer.
Sounds like you're gonna need one.
What's the matter with you? Give me What are you doing? - You're drunk.
- Give me my keys.
Give me my keys! Come with me.
Hon, what did I tell you about answering the door? Go see your mom.
Duncan Hanover? Yes.
I'm Detective Sergeant Spears.
We'd like to ask you a few questions.
Well, I was wondering when you guys were gonna show up.
(Cell phone ringing) Hey, Spears.
What's up? - We've got Duncan Hanover.
- That's great.
Well, he's Wendy's guy for sure, but I don't think he had - anything to do with the swamp.
- What do you mean? He didn't live in the province 10 years ago.
Timeline doesn't match with earliest remains.
Put Duncan in a cell for the night, and I'll talk to him tomorrow, OK? I gotta go.
- Uh, and, uh, call Wendy Stetler and let her know.
- Jess.
- I'll check in later.
- OK.
There you go.
Just regular old tea.
Nothing fancy.
That's not regular tea.
I might have put some whisky in it.
I don't remember.
Thanks, Margie.
So you married a dud! It happens.
- Danny's not a dud.
- Studs could be duds.
- Margie.
- Just sayin'.
So, did I tell ya I, uh, have a new beau? Datin' a fella.
Good for you.
(Margie chuckles) He's funny.
He makes me laugh.
He's very eccentric.
Although, that could be the early onset of dementia.
It's hard to say.
Anyway, the moral of the story is: if at first you don't succeed, right? I don't want my marriage to end.
Do you still think Danny can change? - I don't know.
- Do you think you can change? Well, you know something's gotta change, right? Because Danny's gonna be in jail, and you're gonna be working at some friggin' burrito joint trying to pay off his debts.
Oh, honey, I'm sorry.
I got a big mouth.
- I'm stupid.
I'm sorry.
- No.
No, no, no.
It's just No.
- Aw, babe.
- Um, I should go.
Well, if you need me, just call, OK? I've got, like, a fold-out in my house if you need it.
- Thanks, Margie.
- All right? Just go catch that bad guy.
It'll make you feel better.
Ah, ooh Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh - What? - Expected you to come back to work last night.
You seemed to have it under control.
Danny been by this morning? Haven't seen him.
So Duncan Hanover.
Seventeen charges in connection with the sexual assault and unlawful confinement on victims Jillian Saunders, Carla Price, and Wendy Stetler.
And manslaughter for the death of Jasmine Keefer, the woman who jumped from his car and died.
Hanover's off the hook.
Are we back to Tim Spivak for the Lake Road murders? Yeah.
Either he's just made a mistake, or he's about to.
Keep the pressure on him.
Staff.
Uh, I need to talk to you.
In my office.
Keys to Danny's truck.
Were you with my husband last night? I just saw him for a few minutes.
He had too much to drink, so I took them.
Do you know where he is? He didn't go home? No.
(Taylor takes a deep breath) Um Danny's in trouble.
- Taylor.
- I'm not sure what I should be saying.
Danny borrowed money from Ray Arnold to pay back Danny didn't borrow that money; he was collecting it for a bookie.
Did Danny tell you this? Last night.
Have you talked to anyone else about this? - No, just you.
- If you don't report this, you could lose your job, go to jail.
- I can take care of myself.
- Actually, no.
You can't.
I'm sorry.
But no.
Spears! You are not gonna say a word to anyone about this.
Do you understand me? - Staff, I don't think that - Not a word.
You need to deal with this before you're in as much trouble as Danny is.
Spears, I need you to take Taylor down to Professional Standards right away.
Don't ask.
Taylor.
Hm.
(Cell phone ringing) Jessica King.
Oh, uh, hi.
Nope.
Still no water coming out of the sink.
Yep.
Uh, just let yourself in.
Uh, bathroom's just off the bedroom.
OK.
Thanks.
Just let yourself in.
There was no sign that Tim ever took any women to his house, or cottage, - or the warehouse, right? - Yeah.
- So, where did he do it? - What are you thinking? What about a client's place? Somewhere he had the key.
Where he could come and go without being noticed.
Most commercial properties, there'd be security, employees.
Maybe not.
Let's find Tim's client list and take a look.
- How'd it go with Taylor? - I left her with Standards.
You want to tell me what's going on? About that? No.
This? Sure.
- The owner of the house lives most of the year in Florida.
- Yeah, she's been paying Tim to take care of the place for the past 13 years.
We called her.
She said she lets him use this coach house for storage in exchange for a lower rate.
- Have we got a warrant? - Don't need one.
- The owner faxed us permission to search the place.
- Amazing.
[Spears.]
: - What? [Martin.]
: - People still fax! - Spears, we'll take upstairs.
- Got it.
This is where he did it.
Spears.
Souvenirs.
We got him.
Whoa, whoa, oh (camera shutter clicking) (camera shutter clicking) I just got the pathology report.
There's a cut on the back of the fibula of each of your victims.
I asked where that might have come from.
I was told it was probably from severing the soft tissue next to the bone.
You cut the Achilles tendon so they couldn't run.
I guess Scott never learned that trick.
Can I ask you a question, Tim? I know why you kill those women.
You do it because you get off on it.
But why do you have to hurt them too? I don't get off on killing them, Detective; I get off on hurting them.
The killing, that's my compassionate side.
That's me hitting a fish on the head with a hammer, putting them out of their misery.
OK, guys.
You've spent enough time looking at these.
I'll have some divisionals take these down.
Go home to your loved ones.
King, a word.
Has Danny Sless contacted you in the last 24 hours? No, sir.
Well, you'll tell me if he does.
Yes, sir.
- Taylor's a good kid.
- 'K.
You should put her in Sex Crimes with Jenny Hicks.
She'll learn a lot.
I'll look into it.
The exercise of integrity is seldom pleasant.
I'm proud of you, King.
OK, then.
Take care.
Hey, Jess.
I'm here if you need me.
Hey.
Hey.
Chief's looking for you.
Huh.
Yeah, I heard.
Where are you gonna go? I don't know.
I'll stay in a hotel tonight, and talk to a lawyer tomorrow.
We were gonna have a family.
Yeah.
We had one for a minute there.
You want me to stay? No.
No.
You should go.
This, this is (She sighs) This is really You so screwed up.
It's not just me, Jess.
Come on.
It's Your work, Spears, the baby - Don't you dare.
Don't you - I We can we can do all kinds of crap gamble, screw around.
We can bend the rules, we can break the rules, have a baby, don't have a baby.
It doesn't There's a line, Danny; we don't cross it.
We're cops; we don't work for the bad guys.
Come on.
It's not like I'm out there We don't collect for them.
We don't.
We don't threaten.
I made a mistake.
You cross the thin blue line, you're one of them.
And I don't know you, Danny.
Yes, you do.
Yes, you do.
No.
I don't.
Then that's it, then.
Mm, mm, hm, hm, hmm Yeah.
That's it, then.
(Door opening) (Door closing) You can't change the verdict Love ain't always fair And you can't hold on to something That just wasn't there And you know it's for the better There's no time to cry Oh, I can't keep faking This is the last goodbye Whoa, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
- What is that? - A dumping ground.
- He had nothing to do with whatever happened to those people! I'm never gonna say that I killed that girl.
And he thinks he's smarter than us.
It was me.
I killed them.
(Gunshot) Ugh! [Jess.]
: Nice and easy on this one.
This couldn't wait? I'm working.
We need your help, Tim.
We still have a lot of questions.
Yeah, and I don't have the answers.
Well, he was your nephew.
You knew Scott Spivak better than anyone.
Yeah, obviously not.
Eleven victims, Tim.
Eleven bodies.
You shot him.
Isn't that enough? No, Tim, it's not, because we don't know if Scott was working alone, if someone was helping him, if there's still someone out there.
You think Scott was working with someone? Wrapping the bodies, burying them in the bog that's a lot of work for one man, don't you think? - Scott wasn't smart enough.
- What do you mean? To get someone to help him to do what he did.
Scott wasn't that bright.
Look, you have a job to do detectives, but I need my life back from this.
I gotta move on, 'cause if I don't, I don't know, I'm gonna fall apart.
Thanks.
- It's a pretty good act.
- Meh.
Not impressed.
Doesn't it drive you crazy to see a serial killer gardening? - Is Surveillance still on him? - Yeah.
OK.
I'll see you back at the shop in a couple hours.
A couple hours? Where are you going? - I have a thing.
- What thing? A none-of-your-business thing.
(Women shouting) We will not go away! We will not be ignored! We represent the disappeared, and we demand answers! We are mothers and sisters of sex workers! - Just relax.
- Just OK, please, jus - For God's sake, Wendy, wh - Chief Graci.
How ya doing? These women deserve to know if their daughters are among the victims you found up north in that swamp.
The identification process has got nothing to do with King or her team.
Do I have to call the media, get 'em down here, and make a statement? Because I will.
And I'll wear my leather corset.
Paraplegic former prostitute in sexy lingerie? I'd make the front page for sure.
Anyone ever tell you, you get more with sugar than with vinegar? I tried sugar.
No one returned my calls.
We will not go away! We will not be ignored! We represent the disappeared, and we demand answers! We are mothers! Three, four, five, six, seven, eight.
Not bad for a detective.
Dead at recess, Margie.
And one more.
Again.
Oh, and I forgot to say congrats on gunning down that freak show.
I didn't gun anyone down, Margie.
Well, your husband did.
You tell him good shot for me.
- She doesn't come here to talk shop, Margie.
- Yeah, Margie.
I know.
I'm sorry.
I just want you to know I appreciate your work.
And again.
Allongé.
(Cell phone vibrating) Uh-oh.
Buzz, buzz.
Important lady.
Sorry.
I will never mention serial killers in class again.
I promise.
- It's fine.
Chief.
- Where are you? - Dance class.
- Seriously, King.
- Stuck in traffic.
Well, you better get down here soon.
There's some people that want to talk to you, and they're not leaving until they do.
- Who? - Mothers.
- Ooh, boy.
And some sisters, and they brought a spokesperson, Wendy Stetler sex-trade advocate and a general pain in the ass.
- Is she wearing her corset? - No, but she threatened to.
OK, I'm on my way.
I gotta go.
OK.
No problem.
Have a good one.
The police in this country don't have a great track record in solving the murders of prostitutes.
I know, but things are changing.
- Not fast enough.
- We got Scott Spivak.
You shot Scott Spivak.
Not that I'm sorry to see any serial killer get executed.
He wasn't executed.
Right.
Sensitive subject.
Hubby and all.
Any chance I could get a drink of something? Yeah, the fridge is right there.
Iced tea, if you've got it.
People think you're just gonna file all the remaining victims under Scott Spivak's name.
One serial killer fits all kind of thing.
- The investigation is ongoing.
- Do you believe he murdered all those women? - Wendy, like I said - The investigation is ongoing.
Why don't we finish this in my office? The case has finally fallen off the front page.
And I'm gonna put it back there.
You put me back on the six- o'clock news, and it'll alert certain people to the path of my investigation.
Certain people.
You have to let me do my job.
So you don't think Scott did it alone? Because I know there was someone else.
- I know he didn't do it alone.
- How do you know? - Because I met him.
- You met him? You're gonna tell me who it was? The man who put me in this wheelchair.
Oh, hey Wha-ooh Hey, yeah King 2x13 - Wendy Stetler Original air date May 25, 2012 He said he wanted an all-nighter and was willing to pay.
Been saving up.
He showed me cash, lots of it.
Then he said he wanted to pay extra rough me up a bit.
I thought, "All right, a little role playing.
" "I'm tough.
" And I needed the money.
He passed me a bottle.
Stupidly, I drank.
I woke up in the trunk of his car.
My hands were tied with twine.
Car was moving.
I knew if I stayed in there, I was gonna die.
In the dark, I started searching.
I found the latch.
I got the trunk open and rolled out onto the road.
While the car was still moving? Could have been worse.
Could be dead.
And the man who put you in the trunk? Mm.
Kept driving.
It happened two miles from the swamp where you found all those bodies.
- How long ago was this? - Six years.
- And you reported it? - Yeah.
But I was just another hooker who got what she deserved.
And you're sure it's not Scott Spivak? Too young.
What about him? No.
My guy was heavy.
With thinning hair.
Wendy Stetler's occurrence report.
Not much there.
No make of car, no witnesses.
Well, this is the composite from that time.
[Ingrid.]
: Scott's victims were call girls.
[Spears.]
: Wendy was high-risk.
She worked the stroll.
- Big difference.
- So no connection? Just a coincidence? Geography suggests a connection.
OK, so hold on, hold on.
We're totally ruling out the possibility that Scott acted alone? Well, Forensics said some of the remains have been there for 10 or 15 years.
- He would have had to start when he was in seventh grade.
- The three recent ones are Scott's, but the eight older ones, they gotta be someone else's.
OK, so, Uncle Tim or Wendy's man.
Jessica King.
I'm sorry, who? Uncle Tim told us he frequents prostitutes.
His cottage is near the burial site.
- And he's connected to Scott.
- It was fine when I left early this morning.
The man we're looking for is an anger excitation killer.
He's gonna have kept souvenirs from every victim.
We tore that cottage apart.
Nothing.
Same with his warehouse.
OK, thanks.
Bye.
And those souvenirs are somewhere.
- I love it how you do that.
- Do what? Talk on the phone, listen to us at the same time.
Ingrid, Spears, follow up on the Wendy thing.
Martin, see if you can track down Scott Spivak's ex-girlfriend and get her to come in.
- Where are you going? - Water dripping from my neighbour's ceiling.
My toilet might be leaking.
Back in a jiff.
Crap! Crappity-crap-crap.
I can't believe this.
(ringing on other end) - Hey, Jess.
- Uh, did you shave - after I left this morning? - What? - Did you shave after I - No, I tried, but they, uh, they shut off the water.
I called down.
They said something about, uh, fixing the plumbing on our floor.
- You tried though? - Yeah.
- You plugged the sink? - Yes.
- you turned on the faucet.
- What's going on, Jess? - My shoes! - Jess.
- Do you remember - turning off the faucet? - No, I don't remember.
OK, you need to get over here.
You flooded the place.
- I'm working the re-canvas on the barbershop murder, Jess.
- Danny.
- I'm-I'm working! - So am I.
- At least, I'm supposed to be.
- I Thanks for your help! (She sighs) Danny boy! Dickie-bird told me you're a hero.
Heh! Yeah, I wouldn't say that, T.
J.
Ah, sure you are.
You shot that pervy killer rapist, didn't ya? - I gotta get back in there.
- They give you a medal? No.
No, they didn't.
They should have.
Listen, mate, um you're cut off.
Cut off? T.
J.
, I'm good for it.
Come on.
We both know that.
Yeah, but, Danny, you're into me large again.
You owe me quite a bit.
Yeah, well, if you don't let me in there to play a few hands, how am I gonna win that money back, right? Come on.
We both know it's gonna be more than a few hands.
Payment's due.
Jeez.
- I wouldn't if I were you.
- Whoa.
Whoa.
Are you threatening me? T.
J.
? Is this you threatening me? (T.
J.
laughs) I don't think we have to go there quite yet, Danny.
But I'll tell you what.
I will adjust your terms, reduce your principal just by a titch, if you do me a little favour.
What? I need you to send a message to someone who's in deeper than you.
Fellow cop, actually.
A cop? You want me to muscle a cop? You're out of your mind.
Come on.
You're up to your neck in it, Danny boy.
And I'm offering you a way out.
Unless, of course, you want me to call your wife, discuss it with her.
Oh, whoa, oh Oh, whoa, oh - Danny.
- Hey.
We're going down.
- Oh.
Where? - Uh, archives.
I called the insurance company, though.
They're gonna call the condo manager and get back to us.
Great.
Thanks.
You OK? Yeah, yeah.
Good.
- I'll talk to you later.
- Uh, sure.
Guess I'm taking the stairs.
Three thousand eight hundred and ninety occurrence report filed by sex workers.
Revising to include abductions.
Abductions where they agreed to follow a script role playing.
Nice.
(Spears typing) Eight hundred.
Tied with string or twine or a cord.
- How was your leak? - It was a flood.
I don't want to talk about it.
Database search.
Assaults on sex-trade workers.
- Eighty-seven reported incidents.
- Throw in a bowie knife.
- Twenty-three.
- Any of them local? One found in the GTA.
- Printing now.
- Only one? Seems low.
Ninety percent of assaults on sex workers go unreported.
Martin, what's up? OK, I'll be right down.
Martin's downstairs with Scott's ex.
You guys follow up on, uh - Uh, Jillian Saunders.
- Yeah.
See what he has to say about her bad date.
OK.
(Man sighs) Normally when a guy asks me out on a date, I punch him right in the gonads, but you're so tall and pretty, I couldn't resist.
Yeah, thanks for taking the time out of your busy schedule there, Ray.
Whatever.
What is it, Sless? - You and I got a mutual friend: T.
J.
Morris.
Oh, yeah? - Yeah, how is T.
J.
? - Well, he misses you.
- Yeah.
We gotta catch up sometime.
- Yeah.
Listen, uh Anything you can give him in the next 12 hours is gonna go a long way to mending fences, you know what I mean? What the hell is this? Just relaying a message.
Yeah, you're relaying the message, you you're leaning on me, - is that what this is? - Doing a job.
What, you're working for T.
J.
now? Oh, no.
Oh, no, you're not working for him; he's got you dancing.
You must be into him for almost as much as me.
Look, Danny, my problems are my problems; yours are yours.
Let's keep it that way, OK? Just 12 hours.
OK? OK.
I gotta make some calls.
(He sighs) It's hard to talk about with people how it feels.
"How's it going, Erin?" "OK, except my ex-boyfriend was a serial killer.
" You laugh, but it's true.
(Door opening) Hi, Erin.
I'm Detective Sergeant King.
Thank you very much for coming in.
- Thanks.
You don't think I had anything to do with - Not at all.
No one here thinks you had anything to do with Scott's crimes.
Someone tell my brothers.
They all think I'm bride of Satan.
How long did you and Scott have a relationship? - We went out for six months.
- And did he have any other close relationships that you know of? - What do you mean? - Who did he hang around with? No one, really.
He was always working with his uncle.
Scott said he taught him everything.
All that cottage stuff, the fishing and whatnot, Scott wasn't like that.
He hated it, actually.
Tim told Scott to break up with me, right? Which he did.
Basically, Tim said, "Jump"; Scott said, "How high?" Once Scott made me watch him with a prostitute.
He was pretty rough on her.
I didn't like that.
I told him I didn't like that.
- Know what's weird? - What? - Part of me still loves him.
- Erin 'Cause he didn't do that to me.
He didn't do to me what he did to those girls.
He loved me enough to I'm very thankful for that.
- The mask of sanity.
- What? Wives and girlfriends of serial killers.
Nothing to do with love; just a way of hiding in plain sight.
Erin didn't exactly confirm Uncle Tim's view of his relationship with Scott.
I want to talk to him again.
Go get him.
- What are we asking? - We're not.
This time we don't ask; we tell.
It's time to shake things up.
Three product launches in four weeks, and everyone wants their media plans, like, today.
Well, we appreciate you taking the time, Miss Saunders.
Jillian.
Can you just wait till we get Just right here.
We wanted to follow up on an occurrence report - you filed.
- Which one? - The bad date three years ago.
- That.
Forget it.
You said you were taken to a motel near Bracebridge - in Muskoka.
- Did I? - Don't remember.
- And that your client paid extra to beat you, but you feared for your life.
Do you recognize either of these men from that night? He was balding like that, but I'm not sure.
But, uh, the other guy, no.
And is there anything else you can I am so far away from that person right now.
There's no way I could tell you what she was thinking or feeling.
- Jillian.
- I have a life.
A fiancé.
I have clients.
We could arrange to talk with you at another time.
- Could you just leave? - Are you sure? You could help prevent this sort of thing from happening - to another woman.
- I might know someone else you could talk to.
She might be able to help.
[Spears.]
: - Who's that? - Carla Price.
We worked the stroll together.
Thank you.
Jillian Saunders sent you? She's doing all right, - I guess.
[Ingrid.]
: - Was this the guy? Good head of hair.
- Not him.
- You sure? You want me to lie? - How about him? - Closer.
I think.
I was pretty out of it.
Hit me pretty hard.
Waved that big knife around.
- And then? - Took his money's worth, - then he dropped me back where he found me.
- Ever see him again? No.
Men like that, they work different strolls.
I wrote his license plate down on the telephone pole, I think.
- A telephone pole? - It's like an early warning system for the other girls you see that plate, you don't get in that car.
It's been three years.
Chances are, whatever she wrote is worn away by now.
Hey.
Can I borrow your knife? Thanks.
King.
Brother Ray.
How goes it in Robbery? It's getting harder and harder to tell who the bad guys are.
That happens.
What can I do for you? What's that? That's for Danny.
I thought maybe you could pass it along for me.
- OK.
- You can do better than that guy, King.
After he's gone, you should give me a call.
We could have some fun.
Yeah, no, Ray.
I have a strict no-back-hair policy.
Well, I'm sure I'll see you around.
Whoa, whoa, whoa Oh, whoa, oh Yeah, yeah, yeah [Jess.]
: What you said this morning, Tim, I thought about it, and you're right.
- What'd I say this morning? - That Scott wasn't smart not smart enough to get someone to help him murder those women.
So now I'm thinking that someone recruited Scott.
And that person is the smart one.
So, I went to Behavioural Sciences, and they put together a profile.
Tim, I need you to help us identify anyone in your nephew's life who might fit that profile.
- I didn't know any of his friends.
- Intuition is best here.
Anyone pops into your head, just say.
Martin? Um, he's older.
Probably a mentor, father-figure type, socially acceptable, likely unmarried, no kids, definitely intelligent.
He's controlling but charismatic.
A leader.
He could be quite good looking.
Anyone come to mind? No.
- How old are you, Tim? - Forty-five.
Never married, no kids.
- I had Scott.
- Of your own.
Last girlfriend? - This is the way you treat people who - Have a mass grave 3/4 - of a mile from their cottage.
- There are other cottages on that road.
Yeah, but Scott used your bunkie to rape and torture Aurora O'Donnell.
You gay? No I didn't have to come in here.
What was the last time you had sex with a woman? You don't get to ask me that kind of question.
I get to ask you any kind of question I want.
You just don't have to answer them.
But then, if you don't, I will wonder why, and that will lead to more questions, so better off just telling the truth, Tim.
Make me happy.
I have high blood pressure.
I take medication.
- It lowers my libido.
- How long have you been taking it? Three years.
No sex in three years? You said you gave Scott freedom, but his ex-girlfriend tells a different story about you and your nephew.
She says you were controlling.
- Why would she say that? - Ask her.
I'm asking you.
She said you taught Scott everything you knew.
So, does that include (cell phone vibrating) Excuse me.
I'm sorry.
I (door beeps) - Hey, hon.
- Hey, what's up? I gotta get back on the road, so - I saw Ray today.
- Ray? Ray Arnold.
Nice guy.
Gave me something to give to you.
- Oh, yeah.
Yeah, I'm doing him a favour.
It's just - Danny.
It's part of an ongoing, uh He's Everything's cool.
- Are you borrowing money from Ray Arnold, Danny? - No.
Seriously, it's nothing.
Are you gambling again? - I'm doing him a favour, Jess.
I just said that.
I'm - Danny.
- No, I'm not gambling.
- Then how do you end up owing a favour to someone like Ray Arnold, Danny? He's not a criminal, Jess; he's a cop, OK? - Barely.
- I'm not talking about this here.
We can - talk about it when we get home.
- No, we're gonna talk about it Just back off, Jess! Now! Or what, Danny? (Spears clears his throat) Hey, boss.
(Danny scoffs) He shot someone, Jess.
It's gonna get to him every now and then.
Wasn't about that.
So, we found something.
You OK? Sure.
Something? Jillian Saunders threw us to a friend who we think - had the same bad date as Wendy Stetler.
- So, this friend, what did she say? Wrote the plate number on a telephone pole.
Went to the pole, found a line of a dozen others half-faded so much we couldn't read some of them.
So, run what you can.
I got Tim downstairs.
OK.
(door beeps) You can go home, Tim.
Thank you.
We think you taught Scott everything he knew about prostitutes that you can beat them, cut 'em up, kill 'em, and that no one would miss them.
But Scott wasn't you, and Scott screwed up.
The last thing he said to me was, "Tell Tim I'm sorry I'm doing this to him".
Did Scott disappoint you, Tim? Show Mr.
Spivak out, Martin.
(Door beeps) (Door beeps) Why don't you take a shift in Surveillance for old time's sake? - Sure.
- See if we shook him up.
If he's guilty, he won't be able to think right now.
He won't go back to work, he'll feel trapped, emotional, - he might drink.
- His cadence will change.
See? You have a way with words, Martin.
His cadence will change.
That's beautiful.
Why, thank you.
At some point, you might also want to let him see you watching, so he knows.
Oh, whoa, oh Yeah, yeah, yeah (cell phone ringing) Yeah.
We got a hit fifth license plate in.
- OK.
- An action report came up.
A young woman died of a fractured skull after jumping out of a van near Gravenhurst.
Driver of the vehicle said she was a hitchhiker stoned out of her head threw up, went crazy, but here's the interesting thing: the investigating officer must have smelled something hinky, 'cause he called down here to Sex Crimes to see if the driver was known to us.
- Got the driver's name? - Yeah.
Duncan Hanover.
- Bring him in.
- OK.
Whoa, whoa, oh, oh Well, now nothing's working.
Nope.
Not the sink, not the tub.
Nothing.
OK, why can't I just get my own plumber? I know I'm not the owner of the unit, but I live here, don't I? (Cell phone ringing) OK, so there's one plumber who has a contract for the whole building? That's dopey! (Cell phone ringing) Hey, Martin.
What's he doing? Cadence has officially changed.
He's, uh he's gathering his thoughts by the water.
Well, Ingrid and Spears think they might have found the guy who put Wendy Stetler in the wheelchair.
- And put the eight women in the swamp? - Could be.
But get someone to relieve you.
I don't want to let up on Tim until we know for sure.
- Roger that.
- I'll see you back at the office.
(she sighs) Hey, Danny.
You planning on coming home, or what? (She sighs) (Melancholy pop music playing) - Hey.
- Hey.
- Thanks for coming.
- No problem.
You want you want something to drink? - No, thanks.
- I won't tell anybody.
All right, what's going on? Aw I blew it, Taylor.
(She sighs) Danny, you gotta book off.
- Get some rest.
- No, I I just Man, I I fell off the wagon.
Big time.
How bad? Bad.
Like bad bad.
- Cards? Ponies? What? - Everything, really.
You know - Did you call your sponsor? - No.
No, the sponsor can't help.
You know, not with this.
I, uh I did this thing for my bookie, right? Well, what "thing"? I just collected a debt for him.
Right, so that he'd help me out with my thing.
You know, give me a break, right? - But - Did you, uh, did you hurt anyone? No.
I was ready to, though.
It was a cop.
I'm I'm, like, - totally I'm just lost.
- Don't, don't, don't say anything else.
I need to talk to someone I can trust Yeah? You want to talk to someone? You talk to your wife.
Better yet, talk to a lawyer.
Sounds like you're gonna need one.
What's the matter with you? Give me What are you doing? - You're drunk.
- Give me my keys.
Give me my keys! Come with me.
Hon, what did I tell you about answering the door? Go see your mom.
Duncan Hanover? Yes.
I'm Detective Sergeant Spears.
We'd like to ask you a few questions.
Well, I was wondering when you guys were gonna show up.
(Cell phone ringing) Hey, Spears.
What's up? - We've got Duncan Hanover.
- That's great.
Well, he's Wendy's guy for sure, but I don't think he had - anything to do with the swamp.
- What do you mean? He didn't live in the province 10 years ago.
Timeline doesn't match with earliest remains.
Put Duncan in a cell for the night, and I'll talk to him tomorrow, OK? I gotta go.
- Uh, and, uh, call Wendy Stetler and let her know.
- Jess.
- I'll check in later.
- OK.
There you go.
Just regular old tea.
Nothing fancy.
That's not regular tea.
I might have put some whisky in it.
I don't remember.
Thanks, Margie.
So you married a dud! It happens.
- Danny's not a dud.
- Studs could be duds.
- Margie.
- Just sayin'.
So, did I tell ya I, uh, have a new beau? Datin' a fella.
Good for you.
(Margie chuckles) He's funny.
He makes me laugh.
He's very eccentric.
Although, that could be the early onset of dementia.
It's hard to say.
Anyway, the moral of the story is: if at first you don't succeed, right? I don't want my marriage to end.
Do you still think Danny can change? - I don't know.
- Do you think you can change? Well, you know something's gotta change, right? Because Danny's gonna be in jail, and you're gonna be working at some friggin' burrito joint trying to pay off his debts.
Oh, honey, I'm sorry.
I got a big mouth.
- I'm stupid.
I'm sorry.
- No.
No, no, no.
It's just No.
- Aw, babe.
- Um, I should go.
Well, if you need me, just call, OK? I've got, like, a fold-out in my house if you need it.
- Thanks, Margie.
- All right? Just go catch that bad guy.
It'll make you feel better.
Ah, ooh Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh - What? - Expected you to come back to work last night.
You seemed to have it under control.
Danny been by this morning? Haven't seen him.
So Duncan Hanover.
Seventeen charges in connection with the sexual assault and unlawful confinement on victims Jillian Saunders, Carla Price, and Wendy Stetler.
And manslaughter for the death of Jasmine Keefer, the woman who jumped from his car and died.
Hanover's off the hook.
Are we back to Tim Spivak for the Lake Road murders? Yeah.
Either he's just made a mistake, or he's about to.
Keep the pressure on him.
Staff.
Uh, I need to talk to you.
In my office.
Keys to Danny's truck.
Were you with my husband last night? I just saw him for a few minutes.
He had too much to drink, so I took them.
Do you know where he is? He didn't go home? No.
(Taylor takes a deep breath) Um Danny's in trouble.
- Taylor.
- I'm not sure what I should be saying.
Danny borrowed money from Ray Arnold to pay back Danny didn't borrow that money; he was collecting it for a bookie.
Did Danny tell you this? Last night.
Have you talked to anyone else about this? - No, just you.
- If you don't report this, you could lose your job, go to jail.
- I can take care of myself.
- Actually, no.
You can't.
I'm sorry.
But no.
Spears! You are not gonna say a word to anyone about this.
Do you understand me? - Staff, I don't think that - Not a word.
You need to deal with this before you're in as much trouble as Danny is.
Spears, I need you to take Taylor down to Professional Standards right away.
Don't ask.
Taylor.
Hm.
(Cell phone ringing) Jessica King.
Oh, uh, hi.
Nope.
Still no water coming out of the sink.
Yep.
Uh, just let yourself in.
Uh, bathroom's just off the bedroom.
OK.
Thanks.
Just let yourself in.
There was no sign that Tim ever took any women to his house, or cottage, - or the warehouse, right? - Yeah.
- So, where did he do it? - What are you thinking? What about a client's place? Somewhere he had the key.
Where he could come and go without being noticed.
Most commercial properties, there'd be security, employees.
Maybe not.
Let's find Tim's client list and take a look.
- How'd it go with Taylor? - I left her with Standards.
You want to tell me what's going on? About that? No.
This? Sure.
- The owner of the house lives most of the year in Florida.
- Yeah, she's been paying Tim to take care of the place for the past 13 years.
We called her.
She said she lets him use this coach house for storage in exchange for a lower rate.
- Have we got a warrant? - Don't need one.
- The owner faxed us permission to search the place.
- Amazing.
[Spears.]
: - What? [Martin.]
: - People still fax! - Spears, we'll take upstairs.
- Got it.
This is where he did it.
Spears.
Souvenirs.
We got him.
Whoa, whoa, oh (camera shutter clicking) (camera shutter clicking) I just got the pathology report.
There's a cut on the back of the fibula of each of your victims.
I asked where that might have come from.
I was told it was probably from severing the soft tissue next to the bone.
You cut the Achilles tendon so they couldn't run.
I guess Scott never learned that trick.
Can I ask you a question, Tim? I know why you kill those women.
You do it because you get off on it.
But why do you have to hurt them too? I don't get off on killing them, Detective; I get off on hurting them.
The killing, that's my compassionate side.
That's me hitting a fish on the head with a hammer, putting them out of their misery.
OK, guys.
You've spent enough time looking at these.
I'll have some divisionals take these down.
Go home to your loved ones.
King, a word.
Has Danny Sless contacted you in the last 24 hours? No, sir.
Well, you'll tell me if he does.
Yes, sir.
- Taylor's a good kid.
- 'K.
You should put her in Sex Crimes with Jenny Hicks.
She'll learn a lot.
I'll look into it.
The exercise of integrity is seldom pleasant.
I'm proud of you, King.
OK, then.
Take care.
Hey, Jess.
I'm here if you need me.
Hey.
Hey.
Chief's looking for you.
Huh.
Yeah, I heard.
Where are you gonna go? I don't know.
I'll stay in a hotel tonight, and talk to a lawyer tomorrow.
We were gonna have a family.
Yeah.
We had one for a minute there.
You want me to stay? No.
No.
You should go.
This, this is (She sighs) This is really You so screwed up.
It's not just me, Jess.
Come on.
It's Your work, Spears, the baby - Don't you dare.
Don't you - I We can we can do all kinds of crap gamble, screw around.
We can bend the rules, we can break the rules, have a baby, don't have a baby.
It doesn't There's a line, Danny; we don't cross it.
We're cops; we don't work for the bad guys.
Come on.
It's not like I'm out there We don't collect for them.
We don't.
We don't threaten.
I made a mistake.
You cross the thin blue line, you're one of them.
And I don't know you, Danny.
Yes, you do.
Yes, you do.
No.
I don't.
Then that's it, then.
Mm, mm, hm, hm, hmm Yeah.
That's it, then.
(Door opening) (Door closing) You can't change the verdict Love ain't always fair And you can't hold on to something That just wasn't there And you know it's for the better There's no time to cry Oh, I can't keep faking This is the last goodbye Whoa, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh