Law & Order Toronto: Criminal Intent (2024) s02e11 Episode Script
Skin Deep
1
[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]
[MELANCHOLIC MUSIC]
Barbara, you should've brought flowers
for her birthday.
I don't need flowers.
I need news, Detective Michaels.
I can't go on like this.
We've run out of leads.
Find new ones.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]
- [CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS]
- Let's go.
Looking good, Ainsley.
Alright.
Love that pose.
[CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS]
Alright, I think we're done.
[SENSUAL MUSIC ON SPEAKERS]
Stay for a drink?
Thanks, Riley, but I
think I'm just gonna go.
Everything okay?
Sure.
Never gonna be hotter
than I am now, right?
[CROWD CLAPPING AND CHEERING]
Gonna be the last girls at the party ♪
Gonna be the last girls ♪
I might need a smoke break ♪
'Cause you miss out on the
shots that you don't take ♪
Stunning.
The clothes or the ladies, Craig?
Wendy, there's only one
lady in this room for me.
Everyone's gone home ♪
No open drinks near the samples!
Hey, Ainsley, is that your name?
The girls have to get ready
for the finale. Help them.
Be helpful.
Hold this.
[MANAGER]: Are you
even in the right look?!
It's the last flavor.
[MUSIC CONTINUES AFAR]
[MANAGER]: Tanya, this
is not what I expected!
Hey, ladies? Eyes on me, please.
Remember what we talked
about. Powerful and fluid.
Let's have some fun.
Mr. Sharpe.
Excuse me.
It's only three, right?
It's only four, right? ♪
It's only five, right?
It's only six, right? ♪
[CROWD CHEERING]
Gonna be the last girls at the party ♪
No hard feelings ♪
We're not leaving ♪
While you're sleeping ♪
You wish you were out there?
No, I appreciate this job.
But, yeah. [CHUCKLING]
Well, we'll have lunch on Monday
and we'll talk about your future.
You can still get me into
the after-party, right?
- Oh, my God.
- [CHUCKLING]
[BOOMING MUSIC]
[INDISCERNIBLE CHATTER]
I'm leaving and you should too.
It's about to become hunting hour.
The plus one remains.
[CHUCKLING]
Oh, uh, sorry.
It's okay. Let me get you another.
- Are you a designer?
- Cosmetic surgeon.
Mm.
I'm the reason why
everyone here looks so good.
[PHONE BUZZING]
[TENSE MUSIC]
[BOOMING MUSIC CONTINUES]
My friend found this online.
I don't know what you're talking about.
You lied to me. You said
it was for your portfolio
- Get ahold of yourself.
- Take this down!
Hey, I am working right now,
okay? Hey! What are you
- [SHRIEKS]
- Don't touch her!
Whoa, whoa, Riley.
Let's get back to work. Right now.
Hey.
I think it's time to
call it a night, okay?
Frank, take care of this?
Come on. Let's get you out of here.
[DRAMATIC MUSIC]
[SOBBING]: Help! Help! Help!
[PAPERS RUSTLING]
[BREATHING HEAVILY]
[METALLIC CLANGING]
[WHIMPERING]
[DRAMATIC MUSIC CONTINUES]
[SOBBING]
Stop, stop!
Wait, wait, wait, stop! Stop!
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]
[THEME SONG]
This is the new east end hectare.
We started emptying the
trucks into this section
a couple weeks ago after
the old one got full up.
I mean, if she'd been
dumped into the old site,
we never would have seen her.
- Lucky.
- Yeah.
Was thinking I would buy a
lotto ticket on my way home.
Yeah, you guys got a system in place
for tracking what part of
the city she comes from?
Give me a sec. I can narrow it down
to within about four blocks.
Thanks.
[PENSIVE MUSIC]
[SIGHING]: What is she,
19, 20 years old tops?
Bruising on the throat.
Petechial hemorrhaging in the eyes.
She was strangled.
New polish, but the nails
have been clipped and cleaned.
Maybe she fought back
and the killer rewarded her
with postmortem manicure.
No trace evidence.
These marks on her body,
they're not bruises.
Stains maybe?
These scrapes, they didn't bleed,
they were made postmortem.
Maybe the killer dragged
her after she was killed.
A person adjusts their
grip and repositions.
These are deep and continuous.
I'm not sure she was
dumped from that truck.
I think she was dragged
here by a vehicle.
Graff.
Rear axle, another tarp.
That loader could have dragged her.
Ainsley Scott, Elmira, Ontario.
She was to turn 19 next week.
So if that isn't exactly
where she was dumped,
does that mean we're looking
at more than just the east end?
If she was dragged from
a different hectare.
She could have been thrown
into any dumpster in the GTA.
- [ECHOING GAVEL]
-
[CITY DIN]
[INAUDIBLE CONVERSATION]
Mr. Scott, why did
Ainsley move to Toronto?
Ainsley came to the city to be famous.
[SNIFFLING]
That's all she ever wanted.
Uh, her mother passed five years ago,
a drunk driver.
She had Ainsley in
dance and acting classes
before her first holy communion.
Lot of good that did her.
"A lot of good that did her,"
referring to the
sacrament or the vocation?
Take your pick.
It's hard to shake that Catholic guilt.
No, I'm lapsed.
Well, obviously, something's
bothering you, sir.
You're evading eye contact,
rubbing your neck
with one hand, nodding.
That's the Holy Trinity of
non-verbal guilt right there.
Are you insinuating that
I have something to do with
- my daughter's death?
- No, sir.
I'm insinuating that you think you did.
[SOBBING]: Ainsley called last week
excited.
"Daddy, I think I got my big break."
Said she needed $700 for headshots.
I told her I didn't have it.
"Maybe your birthday, sweetheart?"
So she said she'd find another way.
Is this why this happened to her,
because she found another way?
[WHIMPERING]
Um, did she tell you what
that, uh, big break was?
I didn't wanna jinx it.
[SOBBING]
Here.
I'll give you a moment.
[SOBBING]
If Ainsley's body was dumped here,
she was picked up on Friday.
[DOOR OPENING]
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]
- Oh.
- Thank you.
- I got it. Here.
- Thank you.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC CONTINUES]
[NEARBY POLICE RADIO CHATTER]
Sorry, detectives. She
wasn't dumped at her building.
She's only been dead three days tops.
Well, there's no collection on Sundays,
so wherever she was dumped,
she was picked up on Monday.
Judging by the way her
larynx was fractured,
the killer most likely
used his elbow or forearm
and put his entire body
weight on top of her
to close her airway.
Vaginal injuries, tearing,
all consistent with sexual assault,
but an absence of seminal fluid.
The killer wore a
condom. There's residue.
But no DNA.
Now we know that sexual
murders are committed
by one of two kinds of people
with pathological disorders.
Those who kill to
hide the sexual assault
and those who find gratification
in the act of killing itself.
The latter are planners.
Harder to catch.
Explains the condom
and the clipping and
cleaning of the fingernails.
What about those, uh, those
blue marks on her skin?
Results aren't back yet.
Most likely some sort of dye.
Is this the trash from ident?
Yeah.
They appear to be
mostly fabric swatches.
See the light pass through?
There's pilling. It's cheap.
Disperse blue.
A derivative dye often
used in outdoor textiles.
Exactly. Outdoor blankets, tablecloths.
When, uh, clothing manufacturers
use it to cut costs,
given the right moisture
conditions, it can stain skin.
Huh. Okay, so these swatches
were caught up in the
tarp she was wrapped in,
so what are we thinking?
Dumpster from a fabric store?
Clothing manufacturer, textile mill,
somewhere that has its
trash collected on Mondays
and no doubt a, uh, CCTV dead zone.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]
The killer,
he keeps telling us that he's smart.
Let's believe him.
- [ECHOING GAVEL]
-
Four down, two to go.
There's no security
cameras. This could be it.
Remote, not much traffic.
Call in the ident team?
Before we waste their time,
let's see if we're wasting ours.
[TENSE MUSIC]
[GRUNTING]
Bateman.
[TENSE MUSIC CONTINUES]
Call them in.
We found our dumpster.
The owner of Walsh's
Textile Mill is in France.
He's been there for
the last five months.
Must be nice. What about an employee?
No, they didn't recognize
Ainsley from the photographs.
They're mostly older
women, new Canadians.
Probably don't wanna get on
the wrong side of the law,
and it doesn't really
fit the profile, does it?
No, our killer took
his time. He's entitled.
Plus, the land isn't fenced in.
Anyone could have driven in
there and dumped the body.
Anyone who knew there
weren't any security cameras.
Which is why we're
looking into ex-employees
and anyone in the neighborhood
on the sex offender registry.
- [RAPPING ON GLASS DOOR]
- New visitor.
Blood in the dumpster
from the textile mill
is from our victim in the landfill.
But that's not the only DNA I found.
Ainsley might not be the only victim.
This is where your first
victim would've been
before the load dragged her off.
So, anything from Walsh's Textile Mill
would have been dumped here.
Yeah. If it's from that
dumpster one month ago
or one year ago, then it's in this cell.
You sure your dogs can smell
a body through all this trash?
Up to 15 feet.
30 in the water.
[DOG BARKING]
Hmm.
[DRAMATIC MUSIC]
We got another one deeper down!
Most of one, anyway.
This isn't just a crime scene.
It's a graveyard.
Victim number two, Freya
Klein, killed a month ago,
still in possession of a
German driver's license.
Freya was killed in the
same way Ainsley was,
asphyxia with a fractured larynx.
There's no ID yet on our Jane Doe.
Her DNA was found in the textile
mill dumpster with the others
and a broken hyoid bone
indicates the same cause of death.
She must've been in pretty bad shape
if we needed a computer to
tell us what she looked like.
Yeah. That still places
her body in the landfill
for about a year.
All three were sexually assaulted,
all three had their fingernails clipped.
Same MO, same killer.
A year ago, a month ago, and now.
His offense cycle is speeding
up and we know that, uh,
serial killers refine
their methods over time,
but this guy, no mess, no DNA.
We haven't found his first kill.
Anything else connecting
these three women?
Well, Freya Klein's parents
said she mentioned something
about an ad campaign
and Ainsley just got new headshots.
Now, Ainsley's headshot,
though, that-that's full body.
That could indicate fashion model.
Hmm, fashion models do ad campaigns.
And Jane Doe's got a gap in
her teeth. That's a thing.
Just like supermodel Lara Stone.
Yeah, and it's fashion week.
Okay, I'm sorry, did I miss
that you're both fashion buffs?
Oh, human beings have
been decorating ourselves
since the beginning of time.
Yeah, it's fascinating.
Do we change our outside to
match what's within or to, uh,
to express it?
What's this? Little black dress.
This was in Ainsley's purse?
- Yeah.
- Perhaps we hit the runway,
see if they're serving drinks
with swizzle sticks like these.
[ECHOING GAVEL]
They were giving these
out in drinks backstage,
opening night. And we'll be finding them
in the bellies of our
Branzino for decades.
Walk and talk. Next model!
I have five designers
a night, five nights
No! No! Can we try to have a heartbeat?
Excuse me, uh, do you
recognize this woman?
No.
What about her?
Ainsley was a PA opening night.
Dorian Sharpe's big show.
- Did you hire her?
- No!
Ainsley is what happens when
someone uses their status
to make you hire help
with no experience.
I see. And who of status
imposed Ainsley Scott on you?
The modeling agent. Senoia Lee.
She's around somewhere.
[WHISPERING]: Check the bar.
This is awful. Yes, I knew her.
Ainsley wanted me to rep her.
She was, uh, persistent.
I-I just wasn't sure
if I could sell her.
But you went out on a limb for her,
you got her a job backstage.
Yeah, she reminded me
of me when I was young.
- How so?
- Small town, starry-eyed.
When was the last time you saw Ainsley?
The party on Saturday night.
After I left,
I heard that she got into,
uh, an altercation with, uh,
photographer named Riley Chan.
I heard it got really ugly.
Does Riley Chan have a reputation
for having altercations
with young women?
I don't know. But he
did Ainsley's headshots.
Well, Ainsley's dad said she
couldn't afford headshots.
Maybe Riley Chan has a side hustle?
[ECHOING GAVEL]
She attacked me.
I'd just done her headshots. For free.
Well, they weren't entirely
for free. There was a
a price.
- An exchange.
- Tradesies?
Yeah, we found other women
on your Quiet Night page too.
Was it tradesies with them as well?
I took her photos down.
- Well, we found them.
- No, I mean
I felt bad, I even went to
Ainsley's place to apologize.
What? An argument broke out,
one thing leads to another, and
No, there were cops at
the apartment, so I left.
Well, I hope you have
someone to corroborate that
because as far as we know,
you're the last person
to see Ainsley alive.
Me and a bunch of other people.
She was drunk.
Dorian Sharpe kicked her out himself.
Well, you being such a nice guy,
I bet you walked her
out and got her a cab.
- I was working.
- You got proof?
- Photos from the after-party.
- Well, let's see them.
[TENSE MUSIC CONTINUES]
- Signed an NDA.
- Oh, well, then
Riley. You're going down
for distributing
pornography without consent.
That's sex offender registry.
Worry about us, not the NDA.
[CLICKING]
That necklace. She wasn't
wearing that when she was found.
- Who's the guy?
- Frank Maddox.
Cosmetic surgeon to the elite.
He walked her out of the
party and never came back.
Yeah, I was chatting with
her. Until the altercation.
I offered to get her a
cab, but she wanted to walk.
- Where'd you go after that?
- Home. To my wife.
Good boy.
I'm not stupid. The sort
of girls at these things,
it's a child support lottery.
Gosh, all these poor wealthy men
getting taken advantage of in
VIP rooms all across the nation.
Well, it's the epidemic of our times.
These Sharpe parties sure look wild.
Wilder than the ones the
TPD throw at Christmas.
That's how we got wild.
Yeah, no, we don't get that wild.
These girls know what
they're signing up for
when they walk through that door.
They're pulling each
other's hair out to get in.
And your wife is cool with that?
You staying so late at these
parties all by your lonesome?
I met my wife at a Sharpe party.
- Oh, yeah?
- Years ago.
He flew me down when he
had his place in Honduras.
Introduced me to a pretty
girl from back home.
She was a model.
Oh, so you and Sharpe are close?
I'm his doctor.
Hmm, an artist with a Botox brush.
- Sharpe doesn't like aging.
- Oh.
And what else, um, stops aging?
Seriously, I'd like to know.
What do you do for these guys?
Yeah, you do the,
uh PRP hair regrowth?
Testosterone?
Uh-oh, looks like we hit a nerve.
What are the side effects
of testosterone treatment?
Aggression, hyper sex drive
Not at a legal dose.
Right, because if you
were to inject a man
with more than the legal dose
and that man were to, say, uh,
hurt a woman, that would make you a
An accomplice.
You ever inject yourself?
As a lark?
- Do I need to call a lawyer?
- No.
That one's on me.
I crossed a line, alright?
Bring it in, I'm sorry.
[PATTING BACK]
[TENSE MUSIC]
Yeah. Okay.
So we giving out hugs now or
Ainsley fought back.
Why else would the killer
have clipped and
cleaned her fingernails?
There's no scratches
on his face and neck,
and given how she was pinned down,
the only place she could
reach would be there or
His back, and he didn't even wince.
Not once.
Only when I mentioned the
testosterone treatment.
So, who you thinking?
Grandiose sense of self is a trait
of the power control serial
killer above the rules.
We've been looking at the players,
might be time to consider
who built the playground.
You're talking about Dorian Sharpe.
Mm-hmm.
There he is.
Dorian.
I didn't see you on the schedule.
Yeah, the girls fit me in.
Fashion week's really
doing a number on my energy.
Need a little pick me up.
Sure, we can do a milligram of B12.
Yeah, B12, that's not
really what I was thinking.
Well, if you want to do testosterone,
we're gonna need to stay below 200.
- Why is that?
- I'm concerned.
About your heart, your liver.
Oh, okay.
Well, I appreciate the
concern, Frank, I really do,
but let's just stick with
the regular dosage, okay?
We can discuss cutting
back another time.
[WHISTLING]
Heard a girl was
killed after your party.
Same girl you asked to leave.
I did, yeah, jeez.
Cops brought me in to talk about it.
Think you had something
to do with it or
They didn't say that, but it's
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]
it's how they made me feel.
[SIGHING]
[ECHOING GAVEL]
Frank and his friends party
with part-time babysitters
like a gang of delusional vampires.
But Frank is harmless.
Hmm, what about Sharpe? Is he harmless?
I met Sharpe when I was
down in New York on a shoot.
And did he ever
No, at uh 22,
I was a little long
in the tooth for him.
But I heard stories about
the kind of sex he was into.
That it could get rough.
Are we talking consensual?
You know, we used to
let men tell us that
truly liberated women were down with
anything they wanted, but, uh,
consensual wouldn't be the
first word that comes to mind.
You think Sharpe's capable of murder?
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]
Uh, Wendy,
Dorian Sharpe has a life
that gives him access
to an unlimited supply of young women.
When we enable men like
that, they lose perspective.
When we enable him?
Women are his victims, Detective.
And then it's up to us to come forward.
Even when that's a very
dangerous thing to do.
We can offer you protection.
We can protect anyone you connect us to
who corroborates your story.
There is no protection.
Against that kind of money and power?
You know, I always got
a bad vibe off Sharpe,
but he wasn't dangerous
until he was in an expensive suit.
An expensive suit?
What was he wearing before that?
Coveralls, I suppose.
He started out in some textile mill
in the north end of the city.
Crawled his way off the factory floor.
- [ECHOING GAVEL]
-
Your first job in the industry
is right here in Toronto
at Walsh's Textile Mill.
Was that a tough job? We
drove past it on the way here.
What a dump.
[CHUCKLING]: Right.
Well, I wasn't there long.
No, you were poached by Atelier X.
Off to the Big Apple.
Five years later, you
were creative director,
so why'd you leave?
Atelier stripped my designs of
their most interesting aspects,
so, um, yeah, I left.
Came home. Started my own empire.
Do you know this woman?
Nope. I don't think so.
No? 'Cause you asked
her to leave your party.
Well, I ask lots of young
ladies to leave my parties.
There's a certain decorum
that I think might have
skipped this generation.
Huh. What about her?
Have you ever seen her before?
Doesn't look like a model,
so, no, I don't think so.
Her name is Freya Klein.
She was also found in
the landfill, you sure?
- Detectives.
- A bead!
What, from a necklace?
Yeah, probably from a
dress, I would imagine, yeah.
Seamstresses aren't what
they used to be, I guess.
Seamstresses, young ladies,
I bet you long for the good
old days down in Honduras.
Your botulism guy, Frank,
he told us that you used to fly
people down there quite a bit
for some pretty wild parties.
Did those women display
appropriate decorum?
He flew Frank down to Honduras
to help set up his stem
cell research center.
- Anti-aging research center.
- That's right, yeah.
Is there a problem with that?
Looking for more beads, Detective?
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]
No. Buttons.
See, I love buttons
and what would happen
if I pushed that one?
Well, if I push that button
it locks my office door,
so people can't come in and bother me.
Hmm, so you don't
want people to come in.
Or to get out.
Tell you what, Detective,
I'll wait to push that button
until after you leave, how's that?
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC CONTINUES]
You think that's our killer?
I think we just walked
out of the crime scene.
You found this bead in Sharpe's office?
- Yeah, we did.
- We believe it matches
the necklace Ainsley Scott
was wearing the night she died.
Well, anyone with an RBC Cub Card
can buy one of those on Instagram.
And no CCTV footage from
the night of the murder?
No.
What about your first kill theory?
What does that timeline tell us?
Uh, 2010, after his career
took off in New York,
Sharpe bought an estate on
Roatan Island in Honduras.
It was fast becoming a, uh,
medical tourism destination
for the wealthy.
In 2013, he funded an
anti-aging lab there
that was doing some pretty
questionable legal things
with stem cells.
Even bragged to the New Yorker that,
"He discovered the Fountain of Youth."
But no missing women in Honduras?
Ah, police say no, but
we're gonna keep digging.
Then in May 2021, Sharpe leaves New York
and returns to Canada
to go out on his own.
But we haven't found any other
murders that match his MO,
at least, none connected to fashion
Wait, wait, I was wrong.
We do have murders that match his MO?
No, about when he came back to Canada.
According to this article,
after he left Atelier
X, he leased a building
in Manhattan for his new headquarters.
In May 2021.
May 2021
When did he start his
operation in Toronto?
Not until
August 2021, three months later.
Hmm. So why the sudden change of plans?
Why'd he cut and run for the border?
Because she's there.
Our primary victim's in New York.
These are the unsolved homicides
in New York City from 2021.
Remove anything after August 21.
Remove anyone under 16.
Remove all the men.
Remove any females over 30.
And narrow it to, uh,
deaths that occurred
in the month before Sharpe left
his New York City headquarters.
If one of these women
were his first victim,
there's a chance he left DNA.
Detective Sergeant Michaels,
thanks for meeting with us.
Laura was found on the
lower level of the plaza.
We have no idea how she got
there or who she was with.
Were there any parties or
events at the hotel that night,
Detective Michaels?
Uh yeah, there was a Bar Mitzvah
and a fashion show reception.
We couldn't find anyone
who remembered seeing her.
Crime scene was a mess.
She had a bloody nose
and a crushed larynx.
Tell us you got DNA.
Male DNA blood sample coming your way.
Obviously, we have no match.
Look, detectives, her mother, Barbara,
- she's been, uh
- Yeah.
I'd love to find this guy for her.
Of course, Detective Michaels.
You'll be our first call.
- Thank you.
- Appreciate it.
Okay, we need a warrant
for Sharpe's DNA.
It's bound to be a match.
To get a DNA warrant
on someone like Sharpe,
you'll need at least one woman
to corroborate Wendy Maddox's
sexual assault implication
We're gonna be dealing
with fear, intimidation
Stop, stop, stop.
I have complete faith that if anyone
can cause that first domino to fall
it is you guys.
[SIGHING]
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]
[ECHOING GAVEL]
No, I haven't heard that
Sharpe assaults women.
But maybe I wouldn't.
Your clients wouldn't come to you?
They might be afraid that what
I would do would cost them work.
Like, get him arrested. Which I would.
Ms. Lee, of all the models we contacted,
there were three that we couldn't reach
and they were all your clients.
Uh, Anna Trident, Joy Williams,
Lucy George?
Becca, remember, in the fridge, okay?
Not in the bin.
Uh, yes, Anna. She got
cancelled, poor thing.
Uh, Joy, she tragically
took her own life.
And Lucy George,
uh, I haven't heard from her in ages.
I'm really sorry, detectives.
Should I answer your call at two?
Rebecca, would you happen
to have an emergency contact
for Lucy George?
I would have that. Give me a minute.
- [ECHOING GAVEL]
-
Lucy wanted to tell the world
what a creep that Sharpe was.
But I warned her against it.
I mean, she was saying some wild stuff
and I was wondering if she was
hearing stuff right, you know?
Uh, Lucy has pills, but she
doesn't always take them.
Wild things like what?
Look, Doris, anything
you say might help us.
Oh, Lord, uh
Stuff like he was forcing pregnant women
to get rid of their babies,
so he could steal the fetus' stem cells.
I told her, "Lucy, you
sound crazy as a loon."
And you didn't want her to speak up?
I wanted her to talk to a psychiatrist.
But instead she stopped talking to me.
Said she was going out to California,
try her luck out there.
You know, get into movies?
I don't have her Los
Angeles phone number.
Keep looking for her on the
TV, but I haven't seen her yet.
Well, she's not on social media?
No, she shut all that down.
She thought Sharpe was stalking her.
You know if you find her,
you might want to tell her
her mother would love to hear from her.
Of course.
Do you have uh, a photo
of Lucy that we could see?
Yeah.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]
Gap in those crooked old
teeth. Couldn't afford braces.
Wouldn't you know, it's the look now.
I'll get the kettle.
[KETTLE WHISTLING]
That's quite the smile
We've seen that gap before.
Lucy is our Jane Doe.
I'm sorry, Lucy George's
mother is not an eye witness.
[SIGHING]: Theo
There's just not enough
for a DNA warrant.
Come on, the dental records prove
that Lucy George is our Jane Doe.
Lucy knew what Sharpe was all about.
She wasn't afraid to talk
and then she's just gone.
It's a credible theory,
but I need this to be tight, airtight.
This guy has a huge team of lawyers.
Yeah, but our laws apply
to the rich as well.
We all seem to forget that.
Billionaires get a free pass,
yet over and over again,
we bear witness to the, uh,
horrific misconduct of unchecked wealth.
That's why I'm being extra careful.
Which I why I'm done with careful.
We don't need a DNA warrant for Sharpe.
- Frankie
- We need to get this guy.
Frankie, Frankie!
Well, you're about
to be very, very busy.
Cheers.
Roach will talk to your agent
and we'll start booking you.
Hey, kid. Take your break.
Put. That. Down.
Oh, my goodness.
What's, uh, what's
happening here, folks?
Hmm, Detective Graff was just
about to forfeit his career.
Ah, you really should
listen to my lawyer.
That tracks.
Do not spend time alone with this man.
- Tell your friends.
- What do you mean?
- No, no
- It's alright,
she has a contract. He
likes the invisible ones
that nobody will miss.
The ones with big dreams and no chance,
but you know what's gotten me wondering,
is what happened in New York?
Huh?
What pushed you over the edge to murder?
Did something humiliate you
to make you wanna go further?
Did Laura Johnson reject you?
Tell you that, uh, "You're
old enough to be her dad?"
Or maybe he had some performance issues.
Is that why you started
taking testosterone?
Whatever it is that made you snap,
it awoke something in you, didn't it?
Something dark, something you liked.
Oh, please, you know you
really didn't need to resort to,
uh, burglary here, detectives.
If you want my DNA, I'll give it to you.
[TENSE MUSIC CONTINUES]
I don't know any Laura Johnson
and I have nothing to hide.
[TENSE MUSIC]
[GRUNTING]
- Sharpe, we need to talk.
- I'm listening.
The cops are asking
questions about Ainsley.
[GROANING]: Come on.
[GROANING]
[GRUNTING]
[GROANS]
Sharpe. Get off him.
[DESPERATE GROANING]
Sharpe! Get off him!
Hey, what?
- What the hell, man?
- Good job, bro.
[SIGHING]
Senoia, you need to stop worrying.
Worrying causes wrinkles.
Look at me.
I feel like a teenager, you know why?
Because I have nothing to worry about.
Okay?
I think we should get down there.
He knows we're coming for him
It's okay, I just parked
a spin team outside
his headquarters, the second we
get confirmation that the DNA
What?
It's not a match.
How is that possible?
Blood sample from the body in New York
didn't match Sharpe's cheek's swab.
- Come on, you can't be serious.
- I reviewed your evidence.
You have no prosecutable
case at this time.
Theo, everything points to Sharpe.
Sharpe willingly gave you a cheek swab
and the DNA did not match the blood left
at the murder scene that you
claimed was his first kill.
- He did, didn't he?
- Did what?
He gave us a cheek swab. Willingly.
Handed it right over.
Yeah, Lucy, you in the building?
Okay, can you meet us
in the kitchen ASAP?
Hey, you, uh, wanna fill me in?
Well, this is gonna
sound a little weird,
- but just bear with me.
- I always do.
Doris George's statement, the fetuses
they're full of stem cells.
Yeah, I'm not so sure how reliable
Sharpe willingly gave us his DNA. Why?
Because he knew it wouldn't match.
Wait. So you're saying
it wasn't Sharpe's DNA
at the crime scene in New York?
[STAMMERING]: Well, it
was his DNA, his blood DNA.
Because Sharpe is a chimera
from great mythology.
The lion and the serpent together,
two beings in the same body.
Chimeras in humans refers to somebody
who's had a stem cell transplant.
Something that Sharpe
was experimenting with
in his fight against aging.
Okay, uh, I'm with you.
- Just take it back a little bit.
- Here.
Hmm.
When somebody has a
stem cell transplant,
their DNA is May I?
Replaced by the donor's DNA.
Take it away, Da Silva.
It's true.
But only the DNA in the blood.
He has two sets of DNA, the
other cell skin or saliva
from a cheek swab won't change.
So he gave us his saliva
because he knew it
wouldn't match the blood
found on Laura Johnson in New York?
Which contained his donor's DNA,
and that's why he cut and
cleaned their fingernails,
because the skin cells underneath
would have Sharpe's original DNA.
Like that lab in Honduras?
He took the stem cells
and change his blood.
We need to find the
donor or the records.
We just gotta prove it.
Uh, you can start in
the hallway, thanks.
Oh, and mix some bleach
into the floor cleaner
for me. Thank you.
That's oddly nostalgic for me.
My mother used to use it to, uh,
keep the neighbor's pig farm at bay.
You know, we could have fought the DNA.
Are you kidding me?
And miss all the fun?
I wish I could see the look
on that Detective's face
when he saw the results,
I mean [KISSING NOISE]
- Priceless.
- You know,
if I thought I was gonna live forever,
I'd try to avoid life in prison, Sharpe.
Well, here's an idea, why
don't you fix it, Roach?
Or don't, whatever. I'm on a
plane in a few hours anyway.
Says here the lab burnt
down nine years ago.
The records were incinerated,
it was arson and they never solved it.
What about permits?
I mean, he must've detailed
the procedures he'd be doing.
Well, I'm getting the
impression that Honduran law is,
uh, lax to those with means.
Wait a minute.
We got a sexual assault complaint
against Sharpe from 2012,
but Graff, look who testified
on his behalf to cross the charge.
I knew she was hiding something.
You think she knows
what happened at the lab?
I think she knows everything.
Ah, Ms. Lee, thanks for coming.
[CLICKING TONGUE]
Hey, would you like
to finish that at all?
The rest of your meal?
Yeah, my eyes were
bigger than my stomach.
It's just I noticed how you
saved that, uh, that salad.
Was a bit of a tell.
My grandfather, he grew
up during the Depression,
he never left anything on his plate.
Given the way dentures were back then,
it wasn't a pretty
sight, let me tell you.
No, he knew poor.
Just like you.
Excuse me?
No hint of an accent.
I never thought to look
for you in Honduras.
Hmm.
[PHONE DINGING] Oh.
One second, sorry.
It's my partner.
She says there's, uh,
there's a cleaning van
outside Sharpe's office,
I wonder what that's about.
You said you had
information on Lucy George?
Oh, yes, I-I do. Please, take a seat.
But first, I would, uh, I'd
like to talk to you about, uh,
your home in, uh, Honduras,
or, well, your lack thereof.
Detective, I don't like your tone.
What about Dorian Sharpe? You like him?
I mean, he hired you
from off the street.
You were homeless, correct?
- Sleeping rough?
- Yes, actually, I was.
At that point in my life,
I was lucky if I could
sleep in a public bathroom.
And then you had your own bathroom.
Sharpe lifted you out of poverty
and offered you opportunities
beyond your wildest dreams.
How could you say no to him?
To anything he asked.
So when he needed you to, uh,
discredit a woman's sexual
assault allegation
I told the truth. That woman was lying.
I understand. You were
just a kid and you cared about him.
And he was more than just an employer.
He was a savior of sorts,
but that does not give him the right
to exploit you, to abuse you.
Detective Graff,
the relationship that I
have with Dorian Sharpe
is purely professional.
It's okay, Senoia.
I know what happened in Honduras.
Dorian Sharpe's the bad guy
here and for that, I'm sorry.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]
Does this feel familiar?
What's happening here? What I just did?
Couple of low blows and
build you back up again,
make you feel safe.
'Cause that's what
monsters like Sharpe do.
They break you down and then
they put you back together.
Okay, I want my lawyer.
Oh, what, uh, Vincent Roach? Yeah, sure.
Isn't he on Sharpe's payroll too?
I mean, he's, uh, a paid
servant just like you
- I'm not a servant.
- Oh, what are you then?
- I'm a survivor.
- No, you're a chimera
just like Sharpe,
except for you, it's
part predator, part prey.
It's how you survived.
You needed those young
women to shoulder the burden
- of what he was doing to you.
- I did no such thing.
Sure you did.
Oh, you didn't write the menu,
but you served those
women up on a plate.
You fed the beast and
as the world changed,
as women's eyes were opened to
the horrors that waited for them
behind closed doors,
you were the lure Sharpe needed.
A false beacon,
calling vulnerable young
women to their deaths.
- No!
- Laura Johnson,
brutally murdered in New York.
And bingo, you have your
own modelling agency.
Freya Klein, a stranger to this country,
tossed into a dumpster.
He met Freya about an ad campaign.
Campaign that, uh, poof,
magically disappeared
along with her.
And, uh, where's Lucy George?
[SHAKILY]: Lucy went to California
No, Lucy went into the landfill!
And it broke her mother's heart
when we identified her remains.
Take a look!
How did you describe
Ainsley Scott again, huh?
Starry-eyed, reminded you of yourself.
He said he saw spirit in her!
So I drove her to his office.
- I was helping her
- Oh, you were helping her!
You drove her to a meeting,
a go-see in the middle of the night?
Didn't you find that a little odd?
Was she scared?
What did you tell her
to to ease her fears?
To get her to cross that dark threshold?
Imagine those
those starry eyes, yeah?
As he pushed his elbow
down onto her throat
and stole her last breath
Stop it!
Oh, that man, he loves a pattern.
I didn't know what he was doing!
You're gonna bring on the waterworks?
Sure, go ahead, hey.
Okay, there's one for
Lucy, there's one for Laura,
and there's one for Freya, and boom,
damn it, take them all, you earned them.
I was helping them.
Were you?
[WHIMPERING]: I was helping them
No, you weren't.
But you can. You can help them.
Right now, I need to know
how Sharpe changed his blood.
It was a stem cell
transplant, wasn't it?
At the lab in Honduras.
[STAMMERING]
Senoia, I need proof. I
need the name of the donor.
- I don't have
- It's the only way
we can connect Sharpe to the blood left
- on Laura Johnson
- I can't!
- Why?
- Because!
Because what?
Because the donor died!
[SOBBING]: He made
me get rid of my baby.
[SOMBER MUSIC]
And he he used to stem
cells to heal himself.
[SOMBER MUSIC CONTINUES]
[WEAKLY]: Look, um I'm sorry.
[SOBBING]
But you can help those women now.
You can bring them justice.
You can bring justice
to the women he killed.
Senoia,
your blood is your testimony.
[SOBBING]
Toronto police. I need you
to stop what you're doing.
Now.
[DOOR OPENS]
Dorian Sharpe, you're not
going anywhere this time.
[SCOFFING]
Are we really gonna
go through this charade?
Excuse me, I'm late.
[DOOR RATTLING]
How's that feel?
We're gonna need another sample.
Blood this time.
Should be a 50% match for Senoia.
[SOMBER MUSIC CONTINUES]
I updated Detective
Michaels in New York.
Thanks.
Sharpe made his fortune
making women's clothes.
And he used it to steal their voice.
Well, four of those women
finally got a chance to
say something about it.
[THEME SONG]
[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]
[MELANCHOLIC MUSIC]
Barbara, you should've brought flowers
for her birthday.
I don't need flowers.
I need news, Detective Michaels.
I can't go on like this.
We've run out of leads.
Find new ones.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]
- [CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS]
- Let's go.
Looking good, Ainsley.
Alright.
Love that pose.
[CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS]
Alright, I think we're done.
[SENSUAL MUSIC ON SPEAKERS]
Stay for a drink?
Thanks, Riley, but I
think I'm just gonna go.
Everything okay?
Sure.
Never gonna be hotter
than I am now, right?
[CROWD CLAPPING AND CHEERING]
Gonna be the last girls at the party ♪
Gonna be the last girls ♪
I might need a smoke break ♪
'Cause you miss out on the
shots that you don't take ♪
Stunning.
The clothes or the ladies, Craig?
Wendy, there's only one
lady in this room for me.
Everyone's gone home ♪
No open drinks near the samples!
Hey, Ainsley, is that your name?
The girls have to get ready
for the finale. Help them.
Be helpful.
Hold this.
[MANAGER]: Are you
even in the right look?!
It's the last flavor.
[MUSIC CONTINUES AFAR]
[MANAGER]: Tanya, this
is not what I expected!
Hey, ladies? Eyes on me, please.
Remember what we talked
about. Powerful and fluid.
Let's have some fun.
Mr. Sharpe.
Excuse me.
It's only three, right?
It's only four, right? ♪
It's only five, right?
It's only six, right? ♪
[CROWD CHEERING]
Gonna be the last girls at the party ♪
No hard feelings ♪
We're not leaving ♪
While you're sleeping ♪
You wish you were out there?
No, I appreciate this job.
But, yeah. [CHUCKLING]
Well, we'll have lunch on Monday
and we'll talk about your future.
You can still get me into
the after-party, right?
- Oh, my God.
- [CHUCKLING]
[BOOMING MUSIC]
[INDISCERNIBLE CHATTER]
I'm leaving and you should too.
It's about to become hunting hour.
The plus one remains.
[CHUCKLING]
Oh, uh, sorry.
It's okay. Let me get you another.
- Are you a designer?
- Cosmetic surgeon.
Mm.
I'm the reason why
everyone here looks so good.
[PHONE BUZZING]
[TENSE MUSIC]
[BOOMING MUSIC CONTINUES]
My friend found this online.
I don't know what you're talking about.
You lied to me. You said
it was for your portfolio
- Get ahold of yourself.
- Take this down!
Hey, I am working right now,
okay? Hey! What are you
- [SHRIEKS]
- Don't touch her!
Whoa, whoa, Riley.
Let's get back to work. Right now.
Hey.
I think it's time to
call it a night, okay?
Frank, take care of this?
Come on. Let's get you out of here.
[DRAMATIC MUSIC]
[SOBBING]: Help! Help! Help!
[PAPERS RUSTLING]
[BREATHING HEAVILY]
[METALLIC CLANGING]
[WHIMPERING]
[DRAMATIC MUSIC CONTINUES]
[SOBBING]
Stop, stop!
Wait, wait, wait, stop! Stop!
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]
[THEME SONG]
This is the new east end hectare.
We started emptying the
trucks into this section
a couple weeks ago after
the old one got full up.
I mean, if she'd been
dumped into the old site,
we never would have seen her.
- Lucky.
- Yeah.
Was thinking I would buy a
lotto ticket on my way home.
Yeah, you guys got a system in place
for tracking what part of
the city she comes from?
Give me a sec. I can narrow it down
to within about four blocks.
Thanks.
[PENSIVE MUSIC]
[SIGHING]: What is she,
19, 20 years old tops?
Bruising on the throat.
Petechial hemorrhaging in the eyes.
She was strangled.
New polish, but the nails
have been clipped and cleaned.
Maybe she fought back
and the killer rewarded her
with postmortem manicure.
No trace evidence.
These marks on her body,
they're not bruises.
Stains maybe?
These scrapes, they didn't bleed,
they were made postmortem.
Maybe the killer dragged
her after she was killed.
A person adjusts their
grip and repositions.
These are deep and continuous.
I'm not sure she was
dumped from that truck.
I think she was dragged
here by a vehicle.
Graff.
Rear axle, another tarp.
That loader could have dragged her.
Ainsley Scott, Elmira, Ontario.
She was to turn 19 next week.
So if that isn't exactly
where she was dumped,
does that mean we're looking
at more than just the east end?
If she was dragged from
a different hectare.
She could have been thrown
into any dumpster in the GTA.
- [ECHOING GAVEL]
-
[CITY DIN]
[INAUDIBLE CONVERSATION]
Mr. Scott, why did
Ainsley move to Toronto?
Ainsley came to the city to be famous.
[SNIFFLING]
That's all she ever wanted.
Uh, her mother passed five years ago,
a drunk driver.
She had Ainsley in
dance and acting classes
before her first holy communion.
Lot of good that did her.
"A lot of good that did her,"
referring to the
sacrament or the vocation?
Take your pick.
It's hard to shake that Catholic guilt.
No, I'm lapsed.
Well, obviously, something's
bothering you, sir.
You're evading eye contact,
rubbing your neck
with one hand, nodding.
That's the Holy Trinity of
non-verbal guilt right there.
Are you insinuating that
I have something to do with
- my daughter's death?
- No, sir.
I'm insinuating that you think you did.
[SOBBING]: Ainsley called last week
excited.
"Daddy, I think I got my big break."
Said she needed $700 for headshots.
I told her I didn't have it.
"Maybe your birthday, sweetheart?"
So she said she'd find another way.
Is this why this happened to her,
because she found another way?
[WHIMPERING]
Um, did she tell you what
that, uh, big break was?
I didn't wanna jinx it.
[SOBBING]
Here.
I'll give you a moment.
[SOBBING]
If Ainsley's body was dumped here,
she was picked up on Friday.
[DOOR OPENING]
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]
- Oh.
- Thank you.
- I got it. Here.
- Thank you.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC CONTINUES]
[NEARBY POLICE RADIO CHATTER]
Sorry, detectives. She
wasn't dumped at her building.
She's only been dead three days tops.
Well, there's no collection on Sundays,
so wherever she was dumped,
she was picked up on Monday.
Judging by the way her
larynx was fractured,
the killer most likely
used his elbow or forearm
and put his entire body
weight on top of her
to close her airway.
Vaginal injuries, tearing,
all consistent with sexual assault,
but an absence of seminal fluid.
The killer wore a
condom. There's residue.
But no DNA.
Now we know that sexual
murders are committed
by one of two kinds of people
with pathological disorders.
Those who kill to
hide the sexual assault
and those who find gratification
in the act of killing itself.
The latter are planners.
Harder to catch.
Explains the condom
and the clipping and
cleaning of the fingernails.
What about those, uh, those
blue marks on her skin?
Results aren't back yet.
Most likely some sort of dye.
Is this the trash from ident?
Yeah.
They appear to be
mostly fabric swatches.
See the light pass through?
There's pilling. It's cheap.
Disperse blue.
A derivative dye often
used in outdoor textiles.
Exactly. Outdoor blankets, tablecloths.
When, uh, clothing manufacturers
use it to cut costs,
given the right moisture
conditions, it can stain skin.
Huh. Okay, so these swatches
were caught up in the
tarp she was wrapped in,
so what are we thinking?
Dumpster from a fabric store?
Clothing manufacturer, textile mill,
somewhere that has its
trash collected on Mondays
and no doubt a, uh, CCTV dead zone.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]
The killer,
he keeps telling us that he's smart.
Let's believe him.
- [ECHOING GAVEL]
-
Four down, two to go.
There's no security
cameras. This could be it.
Remote, not much traffic.
Call in the ident team?
Before we waste their time,
let's see if we're wasting ours.
[TENSE MUSIC]
[GRUNTING]
Bateman.
[TENSE MUSIC CONTINUES]
Call them in.
We found our dumpster.
The owner of Walsh's
Textile Mill is in France.
He's been there for
the last five months.
Must be nice. What about an employee?
No, they didn't recognize
Ainsley from the photographs.
They're mostly older
women, new Canadians.
Probably don't wanna get on
the wrong side of the law,
and it doesn't really
fit the profile, does it?
No, our killer took
his time. He's entitled.
Plus, the land isn't fenced in.
Anyone could have driven in
there and dumped the body.
Anyone who knew there
weren't any security cameras.
Which is why we're
looking into ex-employees
and anyone in the neighborhood
on the sex offender registry.
- [RAPPING ON GLASS DOOR]
- New visitor.
Blood in the dumpster
from the textile mill
is from our victim in the landfill.
But that's not the only DNA I found.
Ainsley might not be the only victim.
This is where your first
victim would've been
before the load dragged her off.
So, anything from Walsh's Textile Mill
would have been dumped here.
Yeah. If it's from that
dumpster one month ago
or one year ago, then it's in this cell.
You sure your dogs can smell
a body through all this trash?
Up to 15 feet.
30 in the water.
[DOG BARKING]
Hmm.
[DRAMATIC MUSIC]
We got another one deeper down!
Most of one, anyway.
This isn't just a crime scene.
It's a graveyard.
Victim number two, Freya
Klein, killed a month ago,
still in possession of a
German driver's license.
Freya was killed in the
same way Ainsley was,
asphyxia with a fractured larynx.
There's no ID yet on our Jane Doe.
Her DNA was found in the textile
mill dumpster with the others
and a broken hyoid bone
indicates the same cause of death.
She must've been in pretty bad shape
if we needed a computer to
tell us what she looked like.
Yeah. That still places
her body in the landfill
for about a year.
All three were sexually assaulted,
all three had their fingernails clipped.
Same MO, same killer.
A year ago, a month ago, and now.
His offense cycle is speeding
up and we know that, uh,
serial killers refine
their methods over time,
but this guy, no mess, no DNA.
We haven't found his first kill.
Anything else connecting
these three women?
Well, Freya Klein's parents
said she mentioned something
about an ad campaign
and Ainsley just got new headshots.
Now, Ainsley's headshot,
though, that-that's full body.
That could indicate fashion model.
Hmm, fashion models do ad campaigns.
And Jane Doe's got a gap in
her teeth. That's a thing.
Just like supermodel Lara Stone.
Yeah, and it's fashion week.
Okay, I'm sorry, did I miss
that you're both fashion buffs?
Oh, human beings have
been decorating ourselves
since the beginning of time.
Yeah, it's fascinating.
Do we change our outside to
match what's within or to, uh,
to express it?
What's this? Little black dress.
This was in Ainsley's purse?
- Yeah.
- Perhaps we hit the runway,
see if they're serving drinks
with swizzle sticks like these.
[ECHOING GAVEL]
They were giving these
out in drinks backstage,
opening night. And we'll be finding them
in the bellies of our
Branzino for decades.
Walk and talk. Next model!
I have five designers
a night, five nights
No! No! Can we try to have a heartbeat?
Excuse me, uh, do you
recognize this woman?
No.
What about her?
Ainsley was a PA opening night.
Dorian Sharpe's big show.
- Did you hire her?
- No!
Ainsley is what happens when
someone uses their status
to make you hire help
with no experience.
I see. And who of status
imposed Ainsley Scott on you?
The modeling agent. Senoia Lee.
She's around somewhere.
[WHISPERING]: Check the bar.
This is awful. Yes, I knew her.
Ainsley wanted me to rep her.
She was, uh, persistent.
I-I just wasn't sure
if I could sell her.
But you went out on a limb for her,
you got her a job backstage.
Yeah, she reminded me
of me when I was young.
- How so?
- Small town, starry-eyed.
When was the last time you saw Ainsley?
The party on Saturday night.
After I left,
I heard that she got into,
uh, an altercation with, uh,
photographer named Riley Chan.
I heard it got really ugly.
Does Riley Chan have a reputation
for having altercations
with young women?
I don't know. But he
did Ainsley's headshots.
Well, Ainsley's dad said she
couldn't afford headshots.
Maybe Riley Chan has a side hustle?
[ECHOING GAVEL]
She attacked me.
I'd just done her headshots. For free.
Well, they weren't entirely
for free. There was a
a price.
- An exchange.
- Tradesies?
Yeah, we found other women
on your Quiet Night page too.
Was it tradesies with them as well?
I took her photos down.
- Well, we found them.
- No, I mean
I felt bad, I even went to
Ainsley's place to apologize.
What? An argument broke out,
one thing leads to another, and
No, there were cops at
the apartment, so I left.
Well, I hope you have
someone to corroborate that
because as far as we know,
you're the last person
to see Ainsley alive.
Me and a bunch of other people.
She was drunk.
Dorian Sharpe kicked her out himself.
Well, you being such a nice guy,
I bet you walked her
out and got her a cab.
- I was working.
- You got proof?
- Photos from the after-party.
- Well, let's see them.
[TENSE MUSIC CONTINUES]
- Signed an NDA.
- Oh, well, then
Riley. You're going down
for distributing
pornography without consent.
That's sex offender registry.
Worry about us, not the NDA.
[CLICKING]
That necklace. She wasn't
wearing that when she was found.
- Who's the guy?
- Frank Maddox.
Cosmetic surgeon to the elite.
He walked her out of the
party and never came back.
Yeah, I was chatting with
her. Until the altercation.
I offered to get her a
cab, but she wanted to walk.
- Where'd you go after that?
- Home. To my wife.
Good boy.
I'm not stupid. The sort
of girls at these things,
it's a child support lottery.
Gosh, all these poor wealthy men
getting taken advantage of in
VIP rooms all across the nation.
Well, it's the epidemic of our times.
These Sharpe parties sure look wild.
Wilder than the ones the
TPD throw at Christmas.
That's how we got wild.
Yeah, no, we don't get that wild.
These girls know what
they're signing up for
when they walk through that door.
They're pulling each
other's hair out to get in.
And your wife is cool with that?
You staying so late at these
parties all by your lonesome?
I met my wife at a Sharpe party.
- Oh, yeah?
- Years ago.
He flew me down when he
had his place in Honduras.
Introduced me to a pretty
girl from back home.
She was a model.
Oh, so you and Sharpe are close?
I'm his doctor.
Hmm, an artist with a Botox brush.
- Sharpe doesn't like aging.
- Oh.
And what else, um, stops aging?
Seriously, I'd like to know.
What do you do for these guys?
Yeah, you do the,
uh PRP hair regrowth?
Testosterone?
Uh-oh, looks like we hit a nerve.
What are the side effects
of testosterone treatment?
Aggression, hyper sex drive
Not at a legal dose.
Right, because if you
were to inject a man
with more than the legal dose
and that man were to, say, uh,
hurt a woman, that would make you a
An accomplice.
You ever inject yourself?
As a lark?
- Do I need to call a lawyer?
- No.
That one's on me.
I crossed a line, alright?
Bring it in, I'm sorry.
[PATTING BACK]
[TENSE MUSIC]
Yeah. Okay.
So we giving out hugs now or
Ainsley fought back.
Why else would the killer
have clipped and
cleaned her fingernails?
There's no scratches
on his face and neck,
and given how she was pinned down,
the only place she could
reach would be there or
His back, and he didn't even wince.
Not once.
Only when I mentioned the
testosterone treatment.
So, who you thinking?
Grandiose sense of self is a trait
of the power control serial
killer above the rules.
We've been looking at the players,
might be time to consider
who built the playground.
You're talking about Dorian Sharpe.
Mm-hmm.
There he is.
Dorian.
I didn't see you on the schedule.
Yeah, the girls fit me in.
Fashion week's really
doing a number on my energy.
Need a little pick me up.
Sure, we can do a milligram of B12.
Yeah, B12, that's not
really what I was thinking.
Well, if you want to do testosterone,
we're gonna need to stay below 200.
- Why is that?
- I'm concerned.
About your heart, your liver.
Oh, okay.
Well, I appreciate the
concern, Frank, I really do,
but let's just stick with
the regular dosage, okay?
We can discuss cutting
back another time.
[WHISTLING]
Heard a girl was
killed after your party.
Same girl you asked to leave.
I did, yeah, jeez.
Cops brought me in to talk about it.
Think you had something
to do with it or
They didn't say that, but it's
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]
it's how they made me feel.
[SIGHING]
[ECHOING GAVEL]
Frank and his friends party
with part-time babysitters
like a gang of delusional vampires.
But Frank is harmless.
Hmm, what about Sharpe? Is he harmless?
I met Sharpe when I was
down in New York on a shoot.
And did he ever
No, at uh 22,
I was a little long
in the tooth for him.
But I heard stories about
the kind of sex he was into.
That it could get rough.
Are we talking consensual?
You know, we used to
let men tell us that
truly liberated women were down with
anything they wanted, but, uh,
consensual wouldn't be the
first word that comes to mind.
You think Sharpe's capable of murder?
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]
Uh, Wendy,
Dorian Sharpe has a life
that gives him access
to an unlimited supply of young women.
When we enable men like
that, they lose perspective.
When we enable him?
Women are his victims, Detective.
And then it's up to us to come forward.
Even when that's a very
dangerous thing to do.
We can offer you protection.
We can protect anyone you connect us to
who corroborates your story.
There is no protection.
Against that kind of money and power?
You know, I always got
a bad vibe off Sharpe,
but he wasn't dangerous
until he was in an expensive suit.
An expensive suit?
What was he wearing before that?
Coveralls, I suppose.
He started out in some textile mill
in the north end of the city.
Crawled his way off the factory floor.
- [ECHOING GAVEL]
-
Your first job in the industry
is right here in Toronto
at Walsh's Textile Mill.
Was that a tough job? We
drove past it on the way here.
What a dump.
[CHUCKLING]: Right.
Well, I wasn't there long.
No, you were poached by Atelier X.
Off to the Big Apple.
Five years later, you
were creative director,
so why'd you leave?
Atelier stripped my designs of
their most interesting aspects,
so, um, yeah, I left.
Came home. Started my own empire.
Do you know this woman?
Nope. I don't think so.
No? 'Cause you asked
her to leave your party.
Well, I ask lots of young
ladies to leave my parties.
There's a certain decorum
that I think might have
skipped this generation.
Huh. What about her?
Have you ever seen her before?
Doesn't look like a model,
so, no, I don't think so.
Her name is Freya Klein.
She was also found in
the landfill, you sure?
- Detectives.
- A bead!
What, from a necklace?
Yeah, probably from a
dress, I would imagine, yeah.
Seamstresses aren't what
they used to be, I guess.
Seamstresses, young ladies,
I bet you long for the good
old days down in Honduras.
Your botulism guy, Frank,
he told us that you used to fly
people down there quite a bit
for some pretty wild parties.
Did those women display
appropriate decorum?
He flew Frank down to Honduras
to help set up his stem
cell research center.
- Anti-aging research center.
- That's right, yeah.
Is there a problem with that?
Looking for more beads, Detective?
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]
No. Buttons.
See, I love buttons
and what would happen
if I pushed that one?
Well, if I push that button
it locks my office door,
so people can't come in and bother me.
Hmm, so you don't
want people to come in.
Or to get out.
Tell you what, Detective,
I'll wait to push that button
until after you leave, how's that?
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC CONTINUES]
You think that's our killer?
I think we just walked
out of the crime scene.
You found this bead in Sharpe's office?
- Yeah, we did.
- We believe it matches
the necklace Ainsley Scott
was wearing the night she died.
Well, anyone with an RBC Cub Card
can buy one of those on Instagram.
And no CCTV footage from
the night of the murder?
No.
What about your first kill theory?
What does that timeline tell us?
Uh, 2010, after his career
took off in New York,
Sharpe bought an estate on
Roatan Island in Honduras.
It was fast becoming a, uh,
medical tourism destination
for the wealthy.
In 2013, he funded an
anti-aging lab there
that was doing some pretty
questionable legal things
with stem cells.
Even bragged to the New Yorker that,
"He discovered the Fountain of Youth."
But no missing women in Honduras?
Ah, police say no, but
we're gonna keep digging.
Then in May 2021, Sharpe leaves New York
and returns to Canada
to go out on his own.
But we haven't found any other
murders that match his MO,
at least, none connected to fashion
Wait, wait, I was wrong.
We do have murders that match his MO?
No, about when he came back to Canada.
According to this article,
after he left Atelier
X, he leased a building
in Manhattan for his new headquarters.
In May 2021.
May 2021
When did he start his
operation in Toronto?
Not until
August 2021, three months later.
Hmm. So why the sudden change of plans?
Why'd he cut and run for the border?
Because she's there.
Our primary victim's in New York.
These are the unsolved homicides
in New York City from 2021.
Remove anything after August 21.
Remove anyone under 16.
Remove all the men.
Remove any females over 30.
And narrow it to, uh,
deaths that occurred
in the month before Sharpe left
his New York City headquarters.
If one of these women
were his first victim,
there's a chance he left DNA.
Detective Sergeant Michaels,
thanks for meeting with us.
Laura was found on the
lower level of the plaza.
We have no idea how she got
there or who she was with.
Were there any parties or
events at the hotel that night,
Detective Michaels?
Uh yeah, there was a Bar Mitzvah
and a fashion show reception.
We couldn't find anyone
who remembered seeing her.
Crime scene was a mess.
She had a bloody nose
and a crushed larynx.
Tell us you got DNA.
Male DNA blood sample coming your way.
Obviously, we have no match.
Look, detectives, her mother, Barbara,
- she's been, uh
- Yeah.
I'd love to find this guy for her.
Of course, Detective Michaels.
You'll be our first call.
- Thank you.
- Appreciate it.
Okay, we need a warrant
for Sharpe's DNA.
It's bound to be a match.
To get a DNA warrant
on someone like Sharpe,
you'll need at least one woman
to corroborate Wendy Maddox's
sexual assault implication
We're gonna be dealing
with fear, intimidation
Stop, stop, stop.
I have complete faith that if anyone
can cause that first domino to fall
it is you guys.
[SIGHING]
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]
[ECHOING GAVEL]
No, I haven't heard that
Sharpe assaults women.
But maybe I wouldn't.
Your clients wouldn't come to you?
They might be afraid that what
I would do would cost them work.
Like, get him arrested. Which I would.
Ms. Lee, of all the models we contacted,
there were three that we couldn't reach
and they were all your clients.
Uh, Anna Trident, Joy Williams,
Lucy George?
Becca, remember, in the fridge, okay?
Not in the bin.
Uh, yes, Anna. She got
cancelled, poor thing.
Uh, Joy, she tragically
took her own life.
And Lucy George,
uh, I haven't heard from her in ages.
I'm really sorry, detectives.
Should I answer your call at two?
Rebecca, would you happen
to have an emergency contact
for Lucy George?
I would have that. Give me a minute.
- [ECHOING GAVEL]
-
Lucy wanted to tell the world
what a creep that Sharpe was.
But I warned her against it.
I mean, she was saying some wild stuff
and I was wondering if she was
hearing stuff right, you know?
Uh, Lucy has pills, but she
doesn't always take them.
Wild things like what?
Look, Doris, anything
you say might help us.
Oh, Lord, uh
Stuff like he was forcing pregnant women
to get rid of their babies,
so he could steal the fetus' stem cells.
I told her, "Lucy, you
sound crazy as a loon."
And you didn't want her to speak up?
I wanted her to talk to a psychiatrist.
But instead she stopped talking to me.
Said she was going out to California,
try her luck out there.
You know, get into movies?
I don't have her Los
Angeles phone number.
Keep looking for her on the
TV, but I haven't seen her yet.
Well, she's not on social media?
No, she shut all that down.
She thought Sharpe was stalking her.
You know if you find her,
you might want to tell her
her mother would love to hear from her.
Of course.
Do you have uh, a photo
of Lucy that we could see?
Yeah.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]
Gap in those crooked old
teeth. Couldn't afford braces.
Wouldn't you know, it's the look now.
I'll get the kettle.
[KETTLE WHISTLING]
That's quite the smile
We've seen that gap before.
Lucy is our Jane Doe.
I'm sorry, Lucy George's
mother is not an eye witness.
[SIGHING]: Theo
There's just not enough
for a DNA warrant.
Come on, the dental records prove
that Lucy George is our Jane Doe.
Lucy knew what Sharpe was all about.
She wasn't afraid to talk
and then she's just gone.
It's a credible theory,
but I need this to be tight, airtight.
This guy has a huge team of lawyers.
Yeah, but our laws apply
to the rich as well.
We all seem to forget that.
Billionaires get a free pass,
yet over and over again,
we bear witness to the, uh,
horrific misconduct of unchecked wealth.
That's why I'm being extra careful.
Which I why I'm done with careful.
We don't need a DNA warrant for Sharpe.
- Frankie
- We need to get this guy.
Frankie, Frankie!
Well, you're about
to be very, very busy.
Cheers.
Roach will talk to your agent
and we'll start booking you.
Hey, kid. Take your break.
Put. That. Down.
Oh, my goodness.
What's, uh, what's
happening here, folks?
Hmm, Detective Graff was just
about to forfeit his career.
Ah, you really should
listen to my lawyer.
That tracks.
Do not spend time alone with this man.
- Tell your friends.
- What do you mean?
- No, no
- It's alright,
she has a contract. He
likes the invisible ones
that nobody will miss.
The ones with big dreams and no chance,
but you know what's gotten me wondering,
is what happened in New York?
Huh?
What pushed you over the edge to murder?
Did something humiliate you
to make you wanna go further?
Did Laura Johnson reject you?
Tell you that, uh, "You're
old enough to be her dad?"
Or maybe he had some performance issues.
Is that why you started
taking testosterone?
Whatever it is that made you snap,
it awoke something in you, didn't it?
Something dark, something you liked.
Oh, please, you know you
really didn't need to resort to,
uh, burglary here, detectives.
If you want my DNA, I'll give it to you.
[TENSE MUSIC CONTINUES]
I don't know any Laura Johnson
and I have nothing to hide.
[TENSE MUSIC]
[GRUNTING]
- Sharpe, we need to talk.
- I'm listening.
The cops are asking
questions about Ainsley.
[GROANING]: Come on.
[GROANING]
[GRUNTING]
[GROANS]
Sharpe. Get off him.
[DESPERATE GROANING]
Sharpe! Get off him!
Hey, what?
- What the hell, man?
- Good job, bro.
[SIGHING]
Senoia, you need to stop worrying.
Worrying causes wrinkles.
Look at me.
I feel like a teenager, you know why?
Because I have nothing to worry about.
Okay?
I think we should get down there.
He knows we're coming for him
It's okay, I just parked
a spin team outside
his headquarters, the second we
get confirmation that the DNA
What?
It's not a match.
How is that possible?
Blood sample from the body in New York
didn't match Sharpe's cheek's swab.
- Come on, you can't be serious.
- I reviewed your evidence.
You have no prosecutable
case at this time.
Theo, everything points to Sharpe.
Sharpe willingly gave you a cheek swab
and the DNA did not match the blood left
at the murder scene that you
claimed was his first kill.
- He did, didn't he?
- Did what?
He gave us a cheek swab. Willingly.
Handed it right over.
Yeah, Lucy, you in the building?
Okay, can you meet us
in the kitchen ASAP?
Hey, you, uh, wanna fill me in?
Well, this is gonna
sound a little weird,
- but just bear with me.
- I always do.
Doris George's statement, the fetuses
they're full of stem cells.
Yeah, I'm not so sure how reliable
Sharpe willingly gave us his DNA. Why?
Because he knew it wouldn't match.
Wait. So you're saying
it wasn't Sharpe's DNA
at the crime scene in New York?
[STAMMERING]: Well, it
was his DNA, his blood DNA.
Because Sharpe is a chimera
from great mythology.
The lion and the serpent together,
two beings in the same body.
Chimeras in humans refers to somebody
who's had a stem cell transplant.
Something that Sharpe
was experimenting with
in his fight against aging.
Okay, uh, I'm with you.
- Just take it back a little bit.
- Here.
Hmm.
When somebody has a
stem cell transplant,
their DNA is May I?
Replaced by the donor's DNA.
Take it away, Da Silva.
It's true.
But only the DNA in the blood.
He has two sets of DNA, the
other cell skin or saliva
from a cheek swab won't change.
So he gave us his saliva
because he knew it
wouldn't match the blood
found on Laura Johnson in New York?
Which contained his donor's DNA,
and that's why he cut and
cleaned their fingernails,
because the skin cells underneath
would have Sharpe's original DNA.
Like that lab in Honduras?
He took the stem cells
and change his blood.
We need to find the
donor or the records.
We just gotta prove it.
Uh, you can start in
the hallway, thanks.
Oh, and mix some bleach
into the floor cleaner
for me. Thank you.
That's oddly nostalgic for me.
My mother used to use it to, uh,
keep the neighbor's pig farm at bay.
You know, we could have fought the DNA.
Are you kidding me?
And miss all the fun?
I wish I could see the look
on that Detective's face
when he saw the results,
I mean [KISSING NOISE]
- Priceless.
- You know,
if I thought I was gonna live forever,
I'd try to avoid life in prison, Sharpe.
Well, here's an idea, why
don't you fix it, Roach?
Or don't, whatever. I'm on a
plane in a few hours anyway.
Says here the lab burnt
down nine years ago.
The records were incinerated,
it was arson and they never solved it.
What about permits?
I mean, he must've detailed
the procedures he'd be doing.
Well, I'm getting the
impression that Honduran law is,
uh, lax to those with means.
Wait a minute.
We got a sexual assault complaint
against Sharpe from 2012,
but Graff, look who testified
on his behalf to cross the charge.
I knew she was hiding something.
You think she knows
what happened at the lab?
I think she knows everything.
Ah, Ms. Lee, thanks for coming.
[CLICKING TONGUE]
Hey, would you like
to finish that at all?
The rest of your meal?
Yeah, my eyes were
bigger than my stomach.
It's just I noticed how you
saved that, uh, that salad.
Was a bit of a tell.
My grandfather, he grew
up during the Depression,
he never left anything on his plate.
Given the way dentures were back then,
it wasn't a pretty
sight, let me tell you.
No, he knew poor.
Just like you.
Excuse me?
No hint of an accent.
I never thought to look
for you in Honduras.
Hmm.
[PHONE DINGING] Oh.
One second, sorry.
It's my partner.
She says there's, uh,
there's a cleaning van
outside Sharpe's office,
I wonder what that's about.
You said you had
information on Lucy George?
Oh, yes, I-I do. Please, take a seat.
But first, I would, uh, I'd
like to talk to you about, uh,
your home in, uh, Honduras,
or, well, your lack thereof.
Detective, I don't like your tone.
What about Dorian Sharpe? You like him?
I mean, he hired you
from off the street.
You were homeless, correct?
- Sleeping rough?
- Yes, actually, I was.
At that point in my life,
I was lucky if I could
sleep in a public bathroom.
And then you had your own bathroom.
Sharpe lifted you out of poverty
and offered you opportunities
beyond your wildest dreams.
How could you say no to him?
To anything he asked.
So when he needed you to, uh,
discredit a woman's sexual
assault allegation
I told the truth. That woman was lying.
I understand. You were
just a kid and you cared about him.
And he was more than just an employer.
He was a savior of sorts,
but that does not give him the right
to exploit you, to abuse you.
Detective Graff,
the relationship that I
have with Dorian Sharpe
is purely professional.
It's okay, Senoia.
I know what happened in Honduras.
Dorian Sharpe's the bad guy
here and for that, I'm sorry.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]
Does this feel familiar?
What's happening here? What I just did?
Couple of low blows and
build you back up again,
make you feel safe.
'Cause that's what
monsters like Sharpe do.
They break you down and then
they put you back together.
Okay, I want my lawyer.
Oh, what, uh, Vincent Roach? Yeah, sure.
Isn't he on Sharpe's payroll too?
I mean, he's, uh, a paid
servant just like you
- I'm not a servant.
- Oh, what are you then?
- I'm a survivor.
- No, you're a chimera
just like Sharpe,
except for you, it's
part predator, part prey.
It's how you survived.
You needed those young
women to shoulder the burden
- of what he was doing to you.
- I did no such thing.
Sure you did.
Oh, you didn't write the menu,
but you served those
women up on a plate.
You fed the beast and
as the world changed,
as women's eyes were opened to
the horrors that waited for them
behind closed doors,
you were the lure Sharpe needed.
A false beacon,
calling vulnerable young
women to their deaths.
- No!
- Laura Johnson,
brutally murdered in New York.
And bingo, you have your
own modelling agency.
Freya Klein, a stranger to this country,
tossed into a dumpster.
He met Freya about an ad campaign.
Campaign that, uh, poof,
magically disappeared
along with her.
And, uh, where's Lucy George?
[SHAKILY]: Lucy went to California
No, Lucy went into the landfill!
And it broke her mother's heart
when we identified her remains.
Take a look!
How did you describe
Ainsley Scott again, huh?
Starry-eyed, reminded you of yourself.
He said he saw spirit in her!
So I drove her to his office.
- I was helping her
- Oh, you were helping her!
You drove her to a meeting,
a go-see in the middle of the night?
Didn't you find that a little odd?
Was she scared?
What did you tell her
to to ease her fears?
To get her to cross that dark threshold?
Imagine those
those starry eyes, yeah?
As he pushed his elbow
down onto her throat
and stole her last breath
Stop it!
Oh, that man, he loves a pattern.
I didn't know what he was doing!
You're gonna bring on the waterworks?
Sure, go ahead, hey.
Okay, there's one for
Lucy, there's one for Laura,
and there's one for Freya, and boom,
damn it, take them all, you earned them.
I was helping them.
Were you?
[WHIMPERING]: I was helping them
No, you weren't.
But you can. You can help them.
Right now, I need to know
how Sharpe changed his blood.
It was a stem cell
transplant, wasn't it?
At the lab in Honduras.
[STAMMERING]
Senoia, I need proof. I
need the name of the donor.
- I don't have
- It's the only way
we can connect Sharpe to the blood left
- on Laura Johnson
- I can't!
- Why?
- Because!
Because what?
Because the donor died!
[SOBBING]: He made
me get rid of my baby.
[SOMBER MUSIC]
And he he used to stem
cells to heal himself.
[SOMBER MUSIC CONTINUES]
[WEAKLY]: Look, um I'm sorry.
[SOBBING]
But you can help those women now.
You can bring them justice.
You can bring justice
to the women he killed.
Senoia,
your blood is your testimony.
[SOBBING]
Toronto police. I need you
to stop what you're doing.
Now.
[DOOR OPENS]
Dorian Sharpe, you're not
going anywhere this time.
[SCOFFING]
Are we really gonna
go through this charade?
Excuse me, I'm late.
[DOOR RATTLING]
How's that feel?
We're gonna need another sample.
Blood this time.
Should be a 50% match for Senoia.
[SOMBER MUSIC CONTINUES]
I updated Detective
Michaels in New York.
Thanks.
Sharpe made his fortune
making women's clothes.
And he used it to steal their voice.
Well, four of those women
finally got a chance to
say something about it.
[THEME SONG]