Law & Order Toronto: Criminal Intent (2024) s02e08 Episode Script

[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]
[DOOR CREAKS]
[TENSE MUSIC]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
[TENSE MUSIC]
[SPEAKING HINDI]
[SPEAKING MANDARIN]
want it! I'm not taking it!
Don't make me beg, it's unseemly.
You're unseemly. Casey,
why are you doing this?
We've been together
20 years, you know why.
[SIGHS]
Can you at least tell
me where you're going?
Jill, I'll be fine, I promise.
You're insane. You know that, right?
Love you too.
[CAR STARTS]
Young girl like you
shouldn't need an e-bike.
You should stretch those pretty legs.
Faster I go, the more money you make.
Hm. Suit yourself.
Your boyfriend's been taking
less shifts lately. Why?
Ex-boyfriend. So, no clue.
You got trust issues. Maybe
that's why he dumped you.
- You're 50 short.
- [CHUCKLES]
And I dumped him.
[OMINOUS MUSIC]
What is this thing tonight again?
A fundraiser for the
Ontario Youth Development.
- You're speaking at 8:45.
- What time does it start?
Six. But you can skip the cocktails.
[KNOCK ON DOOR, DOOR OPENS]
We need to talk.
Lucia, you want to give us a minute?
Okay.
[DOOR SHUTS]
Let's talk.
[TRAFFIC WHOOSHING, HONKING]
[SHOUTING IN MANDARIN]
Go back to your country!
[TENSE MUSIC]
[SIGHS]
[REVVING]
[MUSIC BUILDS]
[GUNSHOT]
[THEME MUSIC]
First victim, Casey Lewis, 41.
Founder of Wealth Craft,
helping kids save enough money
to buy avocado toast.
Casey was the prince of
Toronto's tech sector.
[HENRY]: Pretty beat
up car for a prince.
What about the second victim?
Wrong place, wrong time delivery driver.
Still working on the ID.
Who found the bodies?
The bodies were found this morning,
by a dad teaching his kid how to drive.
Well, big empty parking
lot. I don't see any cameras.
Lots of room for mistakes.
Graff, maybe he could give you a lesson.
I hear Bateman does all the driving.
Well, imagine that. My female partner.
- Better driver than me.
- Ah, careful, Manek.
Before you know it, I'm
gonna want to try to vote.
You know I liked you both
more before you were partners?
Perfect shot straight
through the back windshield.
Well, the shooter's either
really lucky, or really good.
Professional. No casings.
Just saying.
But I'm sure you have another theory.
No theories, just facts.
[BATEMAN]: Is there a phone? Wallet?
Shooter must have taken
them. We've confirmed his name
with vehicle registration.
But the shooter didn't
take the computer.
Or the snacks.
This looks like one of
my daughter's sleepovers.
So the victim was
lying in the back here,
and judging by the
chip dust on the chair,
he pulled himself up.
He didn't hear anything.
I know these headphones, they're great.
They're noise cancelling.
Maybe headlights? Flashlight, which,
no pro would use.
As for the absence of casings,
if the killer used a revolver,
they don't eject them.
Just facts.
Okay, so, what was our
prince doing in a parking lot?
- [WOMAN CRYING]
- Let me see my husband!
[TENSE MUSIC BUILDS]
Casey called it a code-a-thon.
Find a random spot. Park.
Code for 24 hours straight,
completely off the grid.
But he was on the
grid. He had his computer.
His dumb computer.
It means it's never been
connected to the internet.
What about his phone?
He gave it to me yesterday morning.
Phone, wallet.
He didn't want any distractions.
Why?
[BREATHES DEEPLY]
We met at McGill.
One night in first
year, he left residence
and he just started driving.
Found a parking lot,
pulled an all-nighter.
By six AM, he'd come
up with Wealth Craft.
So every year, he did it again.
Said it was better to set
out without a destination.
No fixed ideas.
Sounds like the sentimental type.
Has he kept this car since college?
Yeah. He barely drove it.
Ms. Lewis, did Casey tell
anyone where he was going?
He didn't even know where he was going.
[OMINOUS MUSIC]
Thank you. We'll be in touch.
No cell phone. No Wi-Fi.
He had a car that he never used.
No, no one knew where
Casey Lewis was going,
and the only way to find
out would be to follow him
from his house.
But he'd already been sitting
here for 16 hours, parked.
So why wait to kill him until a
potential witness is driving by?
'Cause maybe our witness
isn't just a witness.
No ID.
We tried to pull
something off the phone,
but it looks like the SIM card's fried.
Look at this.
So
a delivery driver is shot
and slumps down on his left handlebar,
causing the bike to turn.
He was coming from the other direction.
He was moving when he was shot.
It wasn't the first bullet.
That's a lot of misses for someone
who hit that kill shot on Casey.
There's another one here.
Okay, so
Delivery driver pulls
over to check his phone,
and our shooter, he takes aim
at the delivery driver here,
not there, here.
He misses, and our
delivery driver takes off.
Casey didn't hear the first shot,
but the headlights caused him
to sit up in the back seat.
The shooter didn't
even know he was there.
Perfect shot to kill
Casey was a stray bullet.
He was the one in the wrong
place at the wrong time.
Delivery driver was the target.
[LOCK CLUNKING]
[OMINOUS MUSIC]
We thought, a delivery driver
was in the wrong place
at the wrong time,
why not a famous CEO?
It's not the labels that I'm hung up on.
Casey, he disrupted an entire industry.
- He had enemies.
- He also had no GPS in his car,
no phone, and Mark checked his laptop.
- His wife was telling the truth.
- How do we know
the two victims weren't
meeting each other?
Well, if I were trying
to kill two people
who were meeting, I'd
wait for the meeting.
No, it's our thinking
that the delivery driver
pulled over into the parking
lot to check his phone,
maybe take an order. And our killer,
following in a car behind,
saw an opportunity, took it.
Yeah. We called the delivery company.
They've got 30,000 drivers in the GTA.
So without a name they can't help us,
and so far, all we've
got is a broken phone,
an empty bag, no wallet, no keys, no ID.
[GROANING] I don't like dead John Does,
they give me a crick in my
neck. Just find me a name!
[DOOR BUZZING]
[DA SILVA]: Our mystery
man remains a mystery.
No surgical pins with serial numbers
and nothing I can pull
from his dental records.
A couple of untreated cavities,
but no normal person
likes going to the dentist.
Well, I do.
He has two broken ribs
from approximately three days ago,
and, this.
M-M-G-A-S.
Maybe it's a password?
On his arm? Mmgas
Or an acronym?
Mm, gas.
[MIMICS MOTOR REVVING]
License plate?
[ECHOING GAVEL]
[TRUCK DRIVER]: Never seen the kid.
No? Sure he didn't maybe
hit your truck while it
was parked, speed off?
Would've noticed.
She's my pride and joy.
Hm. Not your child?
- [PHONE CAMERA SHUTTER]
- You know, I used to think
these stickers were a bit ridiculous,
until my partner explained them to me.
- What was it again?
- It's not so that people
don't hit you, it's so
that you've got an excuse
when you hit them.
What's your kid's name?
Arthur.
Oh, that's a good strong name.
Must be a strong kid, too,
not to need a car seat.
How old's little Arthur?
Uh, four. I mean, five.
'Cause this sticker looks brand new,
almost like it was just put on.
Front bumper, that's unusual.
You don't think he's hiding
something under there, do you?
Like maybe a scratch
from hitting a bicycle?
Oh, I sure hope not, 'cause
that would be obstruction
of justice, and that's
a pretty serious charge.
The-the kid swerved in front
of me on his stupid bike,
all right? But I didn't kill him.
These cyclists think
they own the damn road.
So, this was from three days ago.
Oof, Leo lied about how
the accident happened,
but he was telling the
truth about his alibi.
CCTV places him inside
the Wheatsheaf Tavern
- at the time of the murder.
- Well, at least we solved
- the mystery of the broken ribs.
- Can you, uh, zoom in?
[KEYBOARD CLACKING]
Hawaiian pizza. Critically underrated.
I'm more interested in the box.
Badiali. That's right around
the corner from the accident.
They'd have a record of the delivery.
And the driver's name.
[ECHOING GAVEL]
It's going to be hard
to find, we had at least
- 30 orders during that window.
- What about for Hawaiian pizza?
That narrows it. Not too
many people get Hawaiian.
Hm. Critically underrated.
The driver's name was Mike Schaub.
Um, I think you've
got the wrong delivery,
our driver's Asian, early 20s.
Well, this is the
only order for Hawaiian
within a three-hour window.
This is your order, guaranteed.
The guy must've stolen my login info.
And I guess he's dead,
and I have an alibi,
so that's that.
Is it, though?
Because we got in touch
with the delivery company,
and they gave us access to your profile,
and it says here that you
deliver food 20 hours a day,
- seven days a week.
- I'm a hard worker.
You're a very hard worker.
In fact, it says you're
on a delivery right now?
- Thai food.
- Hard to trust the alibi
of a man who can be
in two places at once.
Yeah, you know what confuses me?
Is he using a food delivery
app to deliver drugs?
Or maybe he's canvassing the houses.
Drops off the sushi, and
checks on the alarm system.
You know what's good about
having a suspect with priors?
It's easy to get a warrant.
Maybe we should just
go down to Mr. Schaub's
- and check it out
- His name is Brian Chen.
- Okay.
- And what I'm doing isn't illegal!
I mean, it's illegal, but
it's not bad.
You're gonna have to clarify.
I let international students
use my account to deliver food.
Immigrants. Their student visas
only let them work 24 hours a week.
But you live here. You
know how expensive it is.
So they get my legal ID,
and I get a 20 percent cut.
Oh, 20 percent. Now that's a lot.
Was Brian upset? Is
that why you killed him?
I didn't kill him! I liked Brian.
It's very inconvenient
for me that he's dead.
There's four other riders
that share my account.
All right? They're all poor as dirt.
Hey, some of these shifts are
more lucrative than others.
So there've been threats. Fist fights.
Someone cut the brakes on
one of the girls' bikes.
And what are the names
of these other riders?
- I don't know.
- Oh, come on, Santa.
Who are your helpers?
I mean, I know their first names.
Tariq, Mei, um,
Ravi, and uh William.
Brian hired them, and he scheduled them.
He kept track of it
all in a green notebook.
Four riders, all with motive,
all with access to the same app
which would tell them
exactly where Brian was
on the night he was murdered.
Well, Schaub was good on the name.
- [GRAFF SIGHS]
- We found our victim.
Now, let's find our killer.
Brian Chen is a ghost.
Can't find anything about him online,
and his address listed
on his immigration file
- is now a shoe store.
- I just delivered the news
to Brian's older brother in Beijing.
Well, the translator did.
And the brother thought that I was
one of Brian's teachers
calling to give him an update
on how he was doing in school.
Anyway, all of this to
say that he doesn't have
Brian's address either.
Brian was here on a student visa.
So, we may not have his address,
but we do have his school.
"Thinkbridge, bridging
knowledge across the world."
They'd have his most recent address.
Schaub said that Brian kept
information on the other
four delivery drivers
in a green notebook?
We find that address,
we find the notebook.
[ECHOING GAVEL]
Well, this is nicer than
where I went to school.
Really? Where'd you go?
- Oh.
- Oh, excuse me, sir.
Ope. You, you dropped this.
Oh, Hindi? Are you from India?
Yes. India.
Such a beautiful language,
I hope to learn it one day.
Did you take the photograph?
Sorry, I don't understand.
The photograph.
Card.
From family.
[WOMAN]: Detectives?
- Ms. Mistri.
- Yes.
I didn't know Brian Chen personally,
but he was one of my students.
So you never met Brian I person?
I'm afraid not. I try
to meet most of the kids,
but running four schools, I do miss out
on the personal connection.
Well, at least you get the house.
[SCOFFS]
Looks like Brian hadn't
been to class in a year.
Is that, is that unusual?
Unfortunately, it's not uncommon.
Coming to the city
can be a culture shock.
These are kids from
small towns and villages
from all over the world.
Sometimes they get swept up
into things they shouldn't.
We do everything we can, but
some of them don't make it through.
All over the world, indeed.
Looks like the Tower of Babel.
Ms. Mistri, do you happen
to still have Brian's
mailing address on file?
Mmm not that I can see.
After Brian stopped attending classes,
we expelled him, erased
all his information
from our system. Standard procedure.
- When was Brian expelled?
- About eight months ago.
Great, considering it
was in this fiscal year,
his address will be on your tax records.
We can pull it from there.
Good idea. I'll have my assistant
- pull it up right now.
- Uh, you mind if I, I keep this?
Left my glasses in the car.
Only if you spread the word! [CHUCKLES]
[SOFT OMINOUS MUSIC]
- May I help you? Sir?
- Huh?
Ah.
I'd like to buy some
flowers for my employer.
Asha Mistri. At Thinkbridge.
- Ah, purple dahlias?
- Yes.
Of course, I know
Asha. But we just sent her
a beautiful bouquet this morning?
I know, I know, I knocked the vase over.
I just wanted to replace
it before I get fired.
Then you're in luck.
These will get you a raise.
Actually, the thing is,
she's working from home tomorrow.
You wouldn't happen to have
the address on file, would you?
Ah, I'm sorry. We can't disclose
our client's information.
- But I'd be happy to have them delivered.
- I'd prefer
to deliver it myself. Please.
I've been to the house,
the one with the stone arch,
the beautiful one, ah?
Above the wooden door.
It's just that I forgot the address.
All right. But if you do get a raise,
I want a cut. [LAUGHTER]
[ECHOING GAVEL]
Messy bed. Clean desk.
Can't make up his mind.
Brian's brother also said
he had a laptop, but
Schaub said the notebook was green.
Maybe someone's been here.
Yeah, maybe they missed something.
Did you know the Statue of
Liberty was originally brown?
Mm. Tell me more.
Over time due to oxidization,
it turned green.
And leather reacts the same way,
it develops a patina
when exposed to heat or certain metals.
Huh. Bring me your tired,
your poor, your huddled masses,
yearning to breathe free.
[MARK]: Four riders,
all colour coded to show
their deliveries throughout the city.
We can see who was the fastest,
which ones used bike
lanes, even who would stop
delivering in the rain.
- Which we don't care about.
- [KEYS CLICKING]
Three of our four riders
pinged in across the city
at the time of Brian's murder,
nowhere near the crime scene.
Well, their phones did. I mean,
not necessarily their bodies.
Oh, bodies too. I was able to
find CCTV footage to confirm.
- Except for one.
- [KEYS CLICKING]
Blue's phone was in a
private residence all night.
One with no cameras.
Easy to sneak away
without anyone noticing.
Blue was also in Brian's
apartment several times
in the weeks leading up to his death.
So, what do we know about
blue? We got an address?
Better. I can give
you her exact location.
[ECHOING GAVEL]
I had no idea.
I, I saw in the news about that CEO,
but I didn't know about Brian.
- And you two were close?
- We dated for almost a year.
Off and on. We broke up
for good a few weeks ago.
- How come?
- [SCOFFS]
He was cheating on
me. I was at his place,
went through his phone.
Saw a bunch of missed calls
from a random number.
Wrote it down, called soon as I left.
This girl named Jennifer picked up.
Brian gave me some stupid
story, so I, I ended things.
I haven't seen him since.
Could you tell us a
little bit about him?
[SOMBRE MUSIC]
When I first met Brian,
he'd just got here from Beijing.
He was sweet, you know.
Idealistic. Had dreams.
Wanted to be an engineer.
But he changed.
He got tough and hard, and sad.
He was never around, always busy, busy.
So we grew apart.
I almost didn't blame him for cheating.
And last night?
I was at my apartment with my roommates.
We were online, trying to sell
a bunch of clothes we thrifted.
This number from that woman, Jennifer.
- Do you happen to still have it?
- Yeah.
I'm glad you called.
I hadn't even heard about
Brian, and I work at a newspaper.
He was a primary source for
a story I was working on.
- About the delivery ring?
- No. This.
Thinkbridge? Bridging
knowledge across the world.
We were just at their head office.
- It's immaculate.
- That's the facade.
Where Asha Mistri keeps her army.
This is the actual school.
Well, it's nothing like the brochure.
Thinkbridge targets kids
from across the globe
and sells them a dream.
Stellar education,
high-paying job after they graduate,
and most importantly, a Canadian visa.
Families sell their farms,
they mortgage their entire lives
just to get their kids here.
But when they arrive, there's
no campus, no classrooms.
A class online for 15 minutes
a day, if they're lucky,
and a worthless piece of
paper after they graduate.
- A diploma mill.
- Calling Thinkbridge a diploma mill is a compliment.
This is fraud on a massive scale,
how do they keep it quiet?
These kids spend everything
they have just to get here.
They can't afford lawyers. And if
any of them threaten to speak up,
Thinkbridge expels them.
They lose their student visa,
and are shipped back home with nothing.
How did you meet Brian Chen?
Brian tracked me down
about eight months ago.
He wanted to tell me his story.
He didn't care about the repercussions,
he just wanted to take Thinkbridge down.
Then why hasn't this
been in the paper yet?
I tried, but my editor
said I needed a bigger hook.
- Multiple sources.
- And no other students
were willing to go on the record.
No. So, the story got shelved.
But then two weeks ago,
yet another Thinkbridge
student killed himself.
I guess that was a big enough hook.
My editor finally gave
me the green light.
Front page of the Saturday Star.
But when I called Brian
to tell him the news,
he said everything he
told me before was a lie.
He hung up, blocked my number.
That was the last time I talked to him.
You think someone silenced him.
I don't know. But I'm pretty damn sure
Asha Mistri wouldn't have
wanted him to talk to the press.
Well, we spoke to Asha, she
said she's never met Brian Chen.
Brian said he complained
to her in person many times.
I'm convinced his
testimony could've sent
that smiling scam artist to jail.
You think somebody killed
Brian Chen to keep him quiet?
Well, Brian had a lot
to say. He moved to Canada
just over a year ago
after his parents died.
He took his inheritance
and spent the whole thing
on tuition at Thinkbridge.
A fresh start that cost
him 22,000 dollars a year.
What? My kid goes to U of T,
tuition is a fraction of that.
Yeah, well, international students
pay four times what
domestic students do.
But Thinkbridge has a referral program.
You bridge a student, and
you get a 500-dollar reward.
Oh my God, it's like a virus.
And a profitable one, with
four so-called campuses,
3,000 students each, at
22,000 dollars per student,
Thinkbridge is grossing
264,000,000 dollars a year.
Thinkbridge is run by Asha Mistri.
She was born in a small
village in India, grew up poor.
Moved to Canada when she was 16.
And now she makes a fortune
exploiting other vulnerable
people trying to get to this country.
And she just bought a
mansion on the Bridle Path.
Easy to do when you're
pulling in that kind of coin.
- Why isn't this a bigger story?
- Everyone knows about
Robin Hood because he
stole from the rich.
Nobody cares about a story where
somebody steals from the poor.
Especially when the poor are immigrants
that people blame for stealing our jobs
- or causing a housing shortage.
- And Brian was about
to expose it all, a cover story
in the Toronto Star would not
have been good for business.
Okay, yes, but the reporter
said that Brian took it all back
before he died. I have no doubt
that Asha pressured
Brian into being quiet,
but if it worked, then
why would she kill him?
Human nature.
See, I have a half-brother. We
haven't spoken in four years.
And every morning, I
wake up, promise myself
today's the day I'm gonna reach out,
and make things right.
People don't always keep their word.
Okay. Let's keep ours.
Hm.
Three months ago, one of your students
wrote a blog post about her
experience at Thinkbridge.
One week later, she was
expelled for plagiarism.
Now, it's hard to imagine plagiarizing
when there are no tests, no essays,
but nonetheless, her
student visa was revoked
and she was promptly
sent back to Vietnam.
And if you did that over a blog,
well, I can only
imagine how far you'd go
to stop a front page article
from appearing in the Saturday Star.
And don't insult our intelligence
by claiming that you
don't know Brian Chen.
We know he complained to
you in person multiple times.
And we also have footage of
Brian entering your building
on the morning he was murdered.
On the night Brian Chen was murdered,
I was at a charity fundraiser.
I made a speech. 300 people clapped.
Feel free to confirm
with any one of them.
Your company makes a quarter
of a billion dollars every year.
I have no doubt you could
afford to hire the grim reaper
to assassinate him if you wanted to.
But I didn't. Not that I would,
but, why would I need to?
The reason Brian Chen
was here the other day
was because he worked for me.
He was here because he wanted a raise,
and I gave it to him. He deserved it.
- Oh, please.
- About eight months ago,
Brian Chen walked into my office
and he told me that he was
the source for a news article
that was going to take me down.
He could barely look at me in the eye
as he told me. He was upset.
Shaking. He was desperate.
But I know first-hand that desperation
can sometimes breed success.
And so, I gave Brian a choice.
I could either sue
him and that journalist
for a false and libellous article
that no one would care
about the next day.
Or he could come and work for me.
We've been through
your employment records,
Brian was not on file.
She was paying him under the table.
You slowed down a murder investigation
to avoid a fraud charge.
You'd need a good lawyer to prove it.
Well, we have one. And
he's excited to meet you.
- [SCOFFS]
- The fact remains,
I didn't kill Brian Chen.
Why would I?
He was my best recruiter.
Brian joined the machine
he wanted to take down?
Well, it's as she said,
desperation breeds success.
90 percent of our graduates
go on to get high-paying jobs,
which, of course, leads
to permanent residency.
See, it might be that
we're being distracted
by the big fish in this case.
What if Brian was killed
by somebody he recruited,
someone whose life he ruined?
We'd need a warrant to get
the list of all the students
that Brian recruited. And
if Asha's telling the truth,
he ruined a lot of lives.
That's going to be a long list.
Well, maybe we can speed things up.
Let's hope that the assistant
falls far from the tree.
[PHONES RINGING]
I see that your background
is in healthcare.
But we Hello?
I know you're cops.
Asha had me flag your meeting in bold.
It's okay, Lucia, we're not
here to accuse you of anything.
Maybe you should. Brian died,
and nobody in the office seems to care.
Can you think of anyone
who was threatening Brian?
Was there any, an email or a text?
Anything that he mentioned to you?
People here get threats all the time.
I mean, it's not out of the ordinary.
Any incident that stands out?
There was this one guy
a couple of weeks ago.
A young student came into
the office yelling, in tears.
He blamed Brian for ruining his life.
He tried to attack Brian,
but security grabbed him
before he could do anything.
Brian laughed it off, but, I don't know.
There was something about this kid.
He seemed desperate.
Do you remember his name?
No, I'm sorry.
You said security escorted him out.
They'd have to file a
report, they'd need a name.
Any chance you'd have access to that?
I don't, but Asha does,
and I know her password.
[ECHOING GAVEL]
Hi, can I help you?
Yes, I'm Detective Bateman,
this is Detective Graff.
- Do you live here?
- Yes, yeah.
Well, this place isn't
selling for one, let alone
- five.
- Uh, six.
- Comfy.
- We're looking for
Sanjay Gupta. Does he live here?
He does. Uh, well, he did.
- Do you know where he moved to?
- Um
Sanjay killed himself two weeks ago.
Walked up six flights to
the roof of our building
and jumped off. I, uh,
saw the whole thing.
[OMINOUS MUSIC]
[BIRDS CHIRPING]
[DOORBELL RINGING]
[LOCK CLICKS]
What are you doing here?
[SPEAKING HINDI]
Like I said to you yesterday,
I have no plans on shutting
down any of our schools.
I have nothing more to say to you.
[GIRL]: Mommy? I'm hungry.
- Can I have a snack?
- Of course.
Sure, baby.
[INTENSE MUSIC]
- How long did Sanjay live here?
- I don't know.
I didn't know him too well.
People here kind of come and go.
And did he leave anything else here,
a passport, a wallet, um,
was there a suicide note?
I think his dad took it all.
- His dad?
- Yeah. He came from India
a few days ago. He wanted
to bring Sanjay's ashes home,
so I gave him everything.
Including, well, at first,
I thought it was just
a photograph of a bridge
with some writing on the back.
I think it was Hindi.
He left it on his pillow,
and when his dad read it, he cried.
So, I guess it was a suicide note?
I asked him about it,
what the picture was,
and he said it was the last
place his son was happy.
This photo, was it a photo of the bridge
over the Humber River?
Yeah. How did you know that?
The man you bumped into at Thinkbridge.
Sanjay's father.
He killed Brian to
avenge his son's death.
Dinesh Gupta travelled from India
after the death of his son, Sanjay.
We have his flight
records and an agreement
- for a rental car.
- It's the same vehicle
that was parked outside Thinkbridge HQ
the morning of the murder.
We think Dinesh followed Brian
- home from work.
- We also have this
curtesy of Asha's assistant.
Apparently, they keep the
best recruitment videos
for training purposes.
You're gonna love it here.
In Canada, the streets are made of gold.
I'm inside, so you can't see,
but out there? It's perfect.
- [GRAFF]: That's Dinesh.
- He's going to be
the smartest kid in class.
He's going to be a big success.
He's gonna leave his father in his dust.
[INDISTINCT]
Dinesh knew exactly
who recruited his son.
We have dozens of emails
from Brian to Sanjay
convincing him to enroll at Thinkbridge.
And if it wasn't for Brian,
Sanjay never would have
come to Canada, and he'd still be alive.
Well, you've got motive, but
hundreds of kids whose
lives were ruined by Brian
had motive. You don't
have a murder weapon
and you don't have
Dinesh at the crime scene.
We have him stalking the victim
the morning of the murder, Theo.
No, you have his car parked
outside of a building.
Not enough to send a
potentially innocent man to jail,
especially an Indian citizen
with a shaky extradition treaty.
Yeah, and why kill Brian but not Asha?
I mean, I get that Brian is more direct,
but Asha is the ring leader.
Yeah, well we think Asha
might be Dinesh's next target.
We saw Dinesh leaving Asha's office
carrying Sanjay's suicide note.
Likely, he confronted
her, and Asha being Asha,
- didn't listen.
- [PHONE CHIMES]
Well, we need to get
a car to Asha's house.
We've already sent two,
and one to her office.
Wait. The first unit
just got to Asha's house.
Dinesh's car is parked out front.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
He showed up at my office yesterday.
Said I had to shut down
Thinkbridge or else.
He's from the same
village as my parents.
Said I was a disgrace.
And then he came to your house?
Yeah. Said pretty much the same thing.
I said I was calling
the cops, and he left.
Without his car?
- Can I see your guns?
- Oh!
How about you see my badge?
- Boring.
- [CHUCKLING]
Was your daughter at
home when Dinesh was here?
Yes, she ran to the
door. He left right after.
Come on, sweetheart, let's go see Tita.
He came here to kill her and would have,
if the daughter'd not been at home.
A killer with a conscience.
Ms. Mistri,
is there anything else
Dinesh said to you?
He said I had a nice
house. That's about it.
Asha please, anything at all.
He said it was my fault that his son
would never return home.
Dinesh left his car here because he knew
after this, we'd be able to track him.
He could be anywhere by now.
Dinesh told Asha that it was her fault
that his son would never return home.
- What if he meant that literally?
- What do you mean?
Well, Sanjay's roommate said
that Dinesh came here to pick up
his son's ashes. I
went to Varanasi once.
It's a beautiful city full of pilgrims
and cremation ceremonies on the Ganges.
The Hindu people believe
that having their ashes
rest in the Ganges will cleanse the soul
of the deceased and protect them
as they entered the afterlife.
But it doesn't have to
be the Ganges, does it?
I mean, I thought that the
ashes could be scattered
- on any body of water?
- Exactly.
Dinesh only had a one-way ticket.
Thinkbridge drained him
of every dollar he had.
He can't get his son home.
I think I know where he is.
[SEAGULLS CALLING]
[DISTANT CHATTER]
Be careful. That's a
man with a gun who just
scattered his son's ashes.
Good point.
All right.
Guys, clear the bridge.
Fast as you can, please.
- Fast as you can.
- Let's go. Guys, go.
- Ma'am. Ma'am.
- [BATEMAN]: Carry on.
Let's speed up, please.
[SEAGULLS CALLING]
Beautiful spot.
What's the significance?
I'm a detective, you see,
so these kind of mysteries,
they bother me.
You know, I think that
this was the first place
that your son visited
after he arrived in Canada.
He looked out over the
water and saw opportunity.
A future full of promise.
He was so excited that
later, he took a photo of it.
Mark the occasion.
But I also think it was the last time
that Sanjay was truly happy.
Don't you say his name.
Hold your positions.
I don't have kids.
I've got a half-brother,
but we don't talk.
And my dad, he's, uh, he's complicated.
But I'm guessing that you weren't like
- that with Sanjay, were you?
- Don't say his name!
I can see you're hurting, I get it.
I mean, grief is the
most unwelcome guest,
it shows up on your doorstep unannounced
and turns your life upside down.
It affects people in all
sorts of different ways.
It's also the price we
pay for love, Dinesh.
You see, my mother, when she died,
it pulled our family apart.
But when your wife died,
the tragedy brought you and your son
closer together.
Sanjay was all you had left.
We talked to Asha today.
She told us that her parents lived
in the same village as you.
But the schools there,
they don't teach English.
So I'm guessing that you
taught him, didn't you?
'Cause you knew he was
smart, just like you, Dinesh.
And that's why you sacrificed
everything to give him
the opportunities that you never had.
Yeah, he was a bright kid.
Would've been top of
his class, no doubt.
[TIRES SCREECH]
So when you got an
email from Thinkbridge
saying that your son
was eligible to attend
a top Canadian school, well,
you had every right to be excited.
Sanjay was gonna make
something of himself.
But you were scammed,
along with thousands
of other vulnerable
families, and their kids.
Including Brian Chen.
And what you don't know is that before
Brian was a recruiter,
he was a student at Thinkbridge.
- I don't know who that is.
- Aw, sure you do.
I saw all the videos.
You remember how excited
you were when Brian
sold you and your son
on a dream that didn't exist.
[DINESH, ON RECORDING]:
He's going to be the smartest
kid in class. He's going
to be a big success.
He's gonna leave his father in his dust.
[INDISTINCT]
Now I know that you think
Brian deserved to die,
but what about Casey Lewis?
This had nothing to do with him,
he was just a decent guy
who's leaving behind a widow.
Did you know that you
killed him that night,
- or did you read it in the news?
- Stop it!
Because the man who
couldn't kill Asha Mistri
because her daughter
was home can't feel good
- about killing an innocent man.
- Enough.
Hey, hey, let's just talk this out.
- I said enough!
- No, no!
- Don't move!
- Let's just talk this through.
Slowly, slowly put
your gun on the ground.
No more innocent people
have to die, Dinesh.
This isn't for anybody innocent.
On the ground!
[TENSE MUSIC]
They took him.
They took him from me!
I told him to do it.
I told him, I told him to come here!
I told him to do it!
Ah! I have nothing left!
Yes, you do! Listen to me! Listen to me.
When we arrived at the crime scene,
we went right past Brian's dead body,
straight to Casey. And
I'm ashamed to say it,
but at first we believed that Brian
was just collateral damage, just a kid
caught in somebody else's
war at the wrong time
and at the wrong place.
But if you pull that trigger,
that's the story the
press is gonna run with.
That you're the suicidal
killer of Tech CEO Casey Lewis.
And they won't even
mention your son's name.
'Cause nobody cares about Sanjay.
Dinesh.
Dinesh?
If you confess, the news will
have to run a different story.
A story that will force
people to pay attention
to what's actually happening.
A story that will bring about change.
You can make sure that no parent
goes through what
you're feeling right now,
that no child goes
through what Sanjay did.
You can testify against Asha Mistri
and Thinkbridge, and
you can take them down.
We will help you, you have our word.
You can still make this right, Dinesh.
[WHIMPERING]
Please put the gun down.
Just put it down.
[SOBBING]
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry.
We'll follow behind you
in your car and we'll take
your statement at headquarters.
[DINESH SOBBING]
We'll have some time
before he's processed.
[SNIFFS]
Enough time you could call your brother.
Yeah.
Maybe tomorrow.
[SIGHS]
[THEME MUSIC]