Law & Order Toronto: Criminal Intent (2024) s03e09 Episode Script

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- [SOUND EFFECT]
- ANNOUNCER: Reads words on screen.
[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]
[LAUGHTER AND CHATTER]
Loves to cook.
All right, two or more languages.
[CHUCKLING] You lot
are putting me to shame.
All right, what about
loves live performance?
Hm.
Huh, Jim Coer, Peter Buff.
Edwin, we could be twins.
[CHUCKLING] Back home, I once did
costume design for a
theatre company in Nairobi.
I, uh, made this tie, actually.
- [SCOFFS]
- All right. Forget twins.
You have way too much time. [CHUCKLING]
I bet you're proud of your son.
Would you care to try Len's
famous date and walnut cookies?
Have fun.
All right, so, drinks coffee or tea
- [WATER RUNNING]
- Hey, Adam.
Oof, what happened there?
Sprained tendon. Just hit the bag wrong.
I used to do a bit of
boxing back in the day.
- Wrist support is everything.
- Yeah, thanks.
- Hey, Tevin.
- Welcome back, Len.
[INTRIGUING MUSIC]
Wait, a room?
[CHUCKLING] Babe, it's a den.
It doesn't even have a door.
Yeah, but I have a nutribullet.
I thought that broke.
Which is why I need the roommate.
Whoa. Hi.
You don't tape over someone's face.
It's old news, Hazel.
That doesn't mean it's yours to cover.
All right, my bad.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]
Move to the left if
you have a few left ♪
Slide to the right 'cause
I know it ain't right ♪
Drop down low 'cause you
already know that you fly ♪
Jump up if you're feeling the high ♪
Step to the back 'cause
you're never going back ♪
Pump to the front 'cause
you're never gonna front ♪
Boy, now I know that it's true ♪
It's not me, boy,
it's not me, it's you ♪
[RHYTHMIC MUSIC]
- Thanks for bringing me.
- Oh, don't mention it.
I've been where you are.
- It's two doubles.
- [GLASSES THUDDING]
And, uh I'm single.
Uh, leave the kid alone.
[CHUCKLING] We're gonna find a spot.
Hey! Are you holding?
I know, I know. You drop it, I stack it.
Davie, what can I get you to drink?
- [POLICE SIRENS AFAR]
- What exactly are they saying?
Well, let them spin the
story however they want.
As long as my name doesn't come up.
[MUFFLED BOOMING CLUB MUSIC]
Yeah, all right, thanks. Keep me posted.
[DISPATCH OVER RADIO]:
Are you there, Webb?
There's a traffic incident
at Church and Wellesley.
[ENGINE STARTS]
Webb here, currently unavailable.
[INDISTINCT SHOUTING]
[CLUB MUSIC STOPS ABRUPTLY]
Hey, take it easy on him.
He just wants to see the show.
You don't speak to me about my son.
Let that be your first and last mistake.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC BUILDS]
So I said if she wants a nanny,
she can pay the payroll tax.
[GASPING]
God, Em, you're, like, the only
woman I know that can't cardio
and gossip at the same time.
[SHAKY BREATHING]
[THEME MUSIC]
Couple of locals were
getting their morning steps in
when they spotted him.
Call came in at 6:30 AM.
- [POLICE RADIOS CHIRPING]
- Any other witnesses?
Canvassing, but nothing yet.
We got a line search underway
to look for the murder weapon.
The assault started up
there on the pathway,
continued down, ended here.
Blunt force to the head.
Heavy on the trauma. [EXHALING]
- You got a name?
- Len Marsden, 55.
Cash, credit cards,
looks like it's all here.
Been working this
neighbourhood for a long time.
Muggings are rare. Murders rarer.
Well, Rosedale's not
exactly a hotbed of sin.
Quiet, rich. One of
the lowest crime rates
in the country, actually. Nice gig.
It was up until this morning.
Maybe it was a crime of opportunity.
Killer waited for the perfect moment.
Strikes hard, then moved on.
Moved over this way.
A freshly dug hole.
[INTRIGUING MUSIC]
- Oh, boy.
- Looks like the killer
was planning on burying the body.
Maybe something interrupted them.
The park lights are on timers.
Set to come on at dusk
and turn off at dawn.
That one's still on.
Its timer must be faulty.
And maybe the attack happened at night.
Light kicked on and spooked
the killer mid burial.
Time of death is between
11 PM and two AM last night.
Cause of death, multiple
traumatic blows to the head.
And when I say multiple,
I mean that our victim
took a serious beating. He was dead
before the final blow even landed.
So, serious overkill.
Uh, what'd they use?
Some blunt baton-like weapon.
Any signs he fought back?
None. No defensive wounds.
It's hard to believe a man of Len's size
would go down without a fight.
He didn't defend himself
because he couldn't.
Toxicology turned up a
high blood alcohol level
and a high dose of ketamine.
Both ingested less than
an hour before he died.
So, essentially, he was legless
by the time he got on the path.
Do we know what Len was doing
on the path so late in the first place?
His apartment's in Rosedale.
Ten-minute walk from the crime scene.
So, maybe somebody saw him
drunk, drugged, walking alone,
decided to take advantage.
Could be. Or it's just as possible
that somebody wanted him in that state.
As Bateman says, look
at the size of the guy.
He'd be a lot easier
to handle like that.
No next of kin, no
financial activity yesterday.
Well. The man had nobody,
and yet half of Rosedale is calling in,
demanding to know what happened to him.
Okay, we'll head to his place.
[SIGHING] Build a timeline forward.
Find out why big Len here
didn't make it home last night.
Remember what they did
to Jamie's son, Levi?
When they caught him
with the neighbour boy.
They dragged him through
their village. Flogged him.
Until he stopped breathing.
- It's not like that here.
- Edwin,
do you think I wanted
to do that last night?
I had to for you.
- Len. Len didn't deserve
- Never speak that name again.
[ECHOING GAVEL]
[PAPERS CRUMPLING]
[SIGHING] Give me something.
Where are you?
[INTRIGUING MUSIC]
[SIGHING]
Spoke with Len's landlord.
Last time she saw him was yesterday.
He was pulling out in
his van around noon.
His van's back in the parking spot?
No, actually, just flagged it with CPIC.
Patrol are watching out
for What? What'd you find?
A calendar entry. Yesterday at noon.
N.H.U.
N.H.U. Could be someone's initials?
No.
New Haven United Church.
Amen.
Len was a self-employed handyman.
I've been contracting him for years.
He's dependable, quiet.
- Always got the job done.
- You two were close.
Not at first.
He mostly kept to himself.
But, uh, a few years back,
I asked him if he would
help with some renovations.
Pews, benches, that sort of thing.
And then he was around a lot.
And did that change things
between the two of you?
New Haven is a very inclusive space
and Len could see that.
Soon enough, he was a beloved
member of the congregation.
This is gonna upset a lot of people.
Anyone in particular?
Someone that he'd been
seeing a lot more of lately?
A young man named Edwin.
Uh, Kenyan, newcomer.
They met at a new Canadian
tea recently and got on well.
Edwin stopped by yesterday to see Len.
They left together around seven.
Did he mention where they were going?
No.
But, strangely, I got
an email this morning
from Edwin's father, Jeremiah.
He asked to be taken off the
church event's mailing list.
I got the sense that
he wasn't comfortable with
Len and Edwin's friendship.
Thank you.
- [ECHOING GAVEL]
-
I just came from New Haven Church.
Minister Cade informed me that, um,
he received a strange request from you.
Why did you send that email?
I could not continue to
accept help from a church
that welcomes people like Len.
Len was just like me.
[HEAVY BREATHING] He
understood what it was like
to have a father who couldn't
accept him for who he was.
After you and Len left
the church yesterday,
- where did you go?
- He knew I was looking
for a queer community in Toronto,
so he offered to take me to a drag show.
I went to this show to get him.
He was drunk, dancing.
- So what'd you do?
- I raised my voice.
- Is that all?
- Broke some glasses.
I won't deny it, but no one was hurt.
My father brought me straight home
and we've been here ever since.
When, uh, we left that drag show,
Len was a little drunk,
but very much alive.
Did you see any drugs? Ketamine?
I don't know what that is. I
just wanted to see the show.
Okay. Uh, and where was this show?
Crews & Tangos.
It's a bar in an area Len
called the Gay Village.
[TENSE MUSIC]
Back home,
being gay can get you
killed by your family.
My father is scared
what happened to Len could happen to me.
But he's not a bad man.
Father said the, uh,
confrontation wasn't violent
and they left Crews
& Tangos around nine.
Kid's telling the same story.
He claims they haven't
left the apartment since.
Da Silva says that
Len had his last drink
and took the drugs in
the hour before he died,
so no earlier than 10 PM.
If their alibi holds
Edwin would've been long gone
before he'd even have
the chance to dose Len.
So let's find out who stuck around.
[ECHOING GAVEL]
- [BOOMING CLUB MUSIC]
- Who was Len talking to
after Edwin and his father left?
I couldn't tell you. It was drag night,
the place is packed.
I served Len and Edwin
around eight, saw them
again during all the drama.
And didn't pay much
attention to Len after that.
You know, our pathologist
told us that, uh,
by the time this guy
left, he could barely walk.
So, who was the last to serve him?
Any one of the other bartenders?
Or my manager, Hazel.
She might have stepped in.
She knew Len better than I did.
- And where is she now?
- Upstairs bar.
One last question.
Do you know where Len might've
found ketamine in here?
Yeah, no.
But, place like this, night like that,
wouldn't take much asking.
- Thanks.
- Mm-hmm.
[BOOMING BAR MUSIC CONTINUES]
Cut him off around 10:30.
Len didn't come in that often, but
I think after that argument
with that kid's dad,
he overdid it a bit.
Drugs, though, I don't
know where those came from.
Did you happen to notice Len hanging out
- or leaving with anyone?
- No.
But I was up here bartending
for most of the night.
- He was downstairs.
- I noticed a couple of these
posters up the block,
but, uh, it was a different name.
Omar and, uh, Yusuf.
- These yours?
- Yeah. Len and I were gonna go
canvassing in Cabbagetown
this afternoon.
Hm, the two of you were
searching for these men?
Yes. Us along with some others.
- That's how we met.
- Did Len know any of these men?
No.
But the village is pretty tight-knit.
You know, it's big and
small at the same time.
[BATEMAN]: And what have
the police turned up?
Nothing. They're brown-skinned.
Gay. They're living
on the edge of society.
- [SHUTTER CLICKING]
- It's nothing new, though.
The cops in this
community are enforcers,
not protectors.
What happened to Len is awful,
but if it had happened in the
village instead of Rosedale,
who knows how seriously the local police
would've taken the investigation?
So, all these men went
missing from the village
within the last two years?
Yes. Pattern's obvious to us.
Even though the cops pretend
like it doesn't mean anything.
You think the same person's
behind these disappearances.
You see it, don't you?
[INTRIGUING MUSIC SWELLING]
Alright, let's say that the
village is on to something.
How does Len Marsden
fit in with this picture?
Well, he obviously doesn't
match the racial profile,
but he does fit a pattern.
Middle-aged, bearded, bigger bodied.
All these men self-identified as bears.
The demography tracks.
As does the geography.
Omar, Yusuf, and Arjun
were all last seen
within a kilometre of each other.
And Len was likely
drugged at Crews & Tangos,
which is smack dab in
the middle of that area.
And if these other three men are dead,
where are their bodies?
Because Len's body
turned up on that trail.
We found a shallow grave at the scene.
We're thinking the killer
intended to bury Len,
but, uh, didn't get the
chance to finish the job.
And serial killers get
caught when they get sloppy.
This might be their first slip up.
All right, put a team
on the Ravine Trail.
Have them search for other graves
and follow up with whoever
handled the missing men's cases.
[ECHOING GAVEL]
Officer Webb, how long you've been
running point on the,
uh, village detail?
Few years now.
Big on outreach.
Boots on the ground.
My team's done a really good job
at keeping lines of communication open.
So, you've heard about this,
uh, serial killer theory?
Only at every town
hall since last winter.
Really picked up after
Akeem Shadid disappeared.
Akeem Shadid? I-I don't
remember Hazel mentioning him.
She wouldn't.
Akeem was living with schizophrenia.
He vanished for a couple of months,
turned up in Timmins,
alive and unharmed,
but by then, Hazel had
already lit the match.
Accused us of ignoring
a killer in the village.
Folks got scared.
So what's your take on Hazel's, um,
serial killer theory?
Omar Haddad, Yusuf Nassar, Arjun Patel,
I've looked in all of them.
We didn't find any signs of foul play.
Hm, and what did you find?
Omar had a long history of drug use.
Arjun was a sex worker and unhoused.
Yusuf's refugee claim was denied.
He-he might've gone underground.
But these aren't the kinds of guys
who leave a forwarding address.
No, but they are the kind of guys
whose disappearance wouldn't
cause headlines, and the kind of guys
who somebody could pick
off without much noise.
Look, I walked this
strip longer than most.
I think I got a good
idea of who's out there
and who's just moved on.
Look, not every gap in a community
is evidence of foul play.
Yeah, you're probably right.
Still, there's just a few things
we wanna cross reference
with our investigation
in, uh, Len Marsden's murder.
Yeah, yeah. How about I pull my notes
and I have them sent
over to your office?
Appreciate it.
[TENSE MUSIC]
Just got off the phone with
the last of the witnesses
Webb interviewed in
the missing men's cases.
- And?
- And their statements
haven't changed. Webb's notes line up.
I asked them about Len
and there doesn't seem
to be any connection.
[INDISTINCT OFFICE CHATTER]
We're missing something.
[INHALING SHARPLY]
What were these men doing
when they disappeared?
We don't really know.
Uh, Yusuf and Arjun were
last seen at intersections
and Omar was last seen leaving
his building on Dundonald.
Did Omar live with anyone?
Yeah, Ziggy Stardust.
His dog. Apparently, it
barked for three days straight
after Omar went missing, the poor thing.
Neighbour called it in.
[OFFICE PHONE RINGING]
No. Arjun and Yusuf
were of no fixed address.
Len and Omar lived alone.
Now, that's not
something you learn about
somebody at a glance.
The killer knew them.
Knew there wouldn't be anyone
waiting for them at home
or that there wasn't even
any home to begin with.
Yeah. The missing connection
is where the killer
was meeting his victims.
Learning who would quietly disappear.
We find that place,
we find the killer's hunting ground.
None of the other
victims came to my bar.
There was a little
cafe over on Maitland.
Omar used to grab
coffee there sometimes.
And Arjun would get pastries
from their food rescue program
when he needed to.
Yeah, we spoke with the owner there.
Her statement was in their case files,
so she said they would come in alone,
no conversations, no company.
What about Yusuf?
Um, any interactions with the others?
Yusuf kept to himself more than most.
Moved around like he was
trying not to be seen.
- Heard he was closeted.
- And facing deportation.
To someone like that, discretion is key.
So, where might Yusuf have gone
if he wanted to meet men discreetly?
A bathhouse.
Doesn't get more discreet than that.
Like, now.
[SOFT MUSIC PLAYING IN BAR]
Low lights, private
rooms, no cameras, unspoken
understanding that, uh, people
don't talk about what they see.
A bathhouse is a perfect
place for a predator
to get close to their target
without too many eyes on them.
Yeah, sure is. Only three bathhouses
within walking distance. Take your pick.
Steamhaus Baths logo.
- Yeah.
- That's the same logo
that was on Len's gym
bag in his apartment.
[ECHOING GAVEL]
[TYPING ON KEYBOARD]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
- And no Len Marsden.
-
[CHUCKLING] Look, detectives,
if these men were members of
my bathhouse, I would know.
Well, that's strange,
because Len's bank records
show he's been a member here for years.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]
Where were you the night Len died?
Here.
We're open 24/7.
There were over a hundred
guys through here that night.
Ask any of them.
Tevin, did you delete Len's membership?
- He's not saying no.
- Mm.
So, if you didn't have anything
to do with Len's murder,
why'd you scrub his name?
Because I was told to.
Told to? By whom?
It was Officer Webb.
- What
- Sorry?
What does Officer Webb
have to do with this?
When the posters of the missing men
started going up last winter,
I realized that they had all been here,
shortly before they disappeared.
I caught Webb on patrol
and I told him about it.
[CHUCKLING] But he said
that the serial killer stuff
was all community panic.
[SIGHING]
And when did Webb tell you
to wipe Len's name?
He cornered me at my car last night.
Told me that you might
be around asking about Len
and the others and
that I was to stay quiet.
He said it wouldn't
be good for business.
I know what it sounds like
when a cop makes a threat.
- Damnit, I'm out.
- I'll grab more. Here.
Hey, need a hand?
[TENSE MUSIC]
Well, I'm sorry. I
didn't mean to scare you.
You didn't.
So, I heard you talking
to those detectives.
So, you're back on about that, um,
serial killer theory again.
I didn't tell them
anything I haven't told you.
- More than once.
- Just remember,
once the suits move on,
me and my team will still be here,
looking out for folks.
Right. Looking out.
Is everything okay here?
Yeah, just making sure everyone's safe.
[TENSE MUSIC CONTINUES]
[ELEVATOR DINGING]
Obstructing an investigation
and intimidating a
witness are serious claims.
I'm gonna need more than
a bathhouse owner's word
before I tell Webb's superiors
that the head of their
village detail is corrupt.
Well [SIGHING]
he might be more than that.
This came from Forester.
"Parents say London Police are to blame
for daughter's critical injury".
Okay, what I am looking at here?
A few years ago,
Webb was stationed in London.
He led a botched raid on a strip club,
arrested one Ash Perkins, a trans woman.
During the takedown,
she was injured and, uh,
she went into a coma because
he denied her medical attention.
I've never heard about this.
Well, you wouldn't have
because the London Police
gave Webb the option to resign
before they opened an investigation.
He was never charged.
His name doesn't come up in the article
because none of this
was ever made public.
Yeah. Until recently,
when Ash's, uh, parents
obtained new council
and are demanding answers.
So, Webb has a history of
violence against queer persons.
Oh, my God. I don't
like where we're headed.
Well, then, you're really
not gonna like this.
The night Len died, the
village dispatch records
show Webb was on duty, but unavailable
until he returned his patrol
car at two to three AM.
The entire window of Len's death.
- Yeah.
- [SIGHING]: Okay.
I'll make the calls. Bring him in.
[INTRIGUING MUSIC SWELLING]
Ash Perkins was an accident.
I didn't mean to hurt her.
I didn't hurt any of
those men from the village.
Then, why is there no
record of Tevin telling you
they all went to the bathhouse?
If I had to log Tevin's statement,
my team would've had to follow up.
It seemed like a waste of resources.
- So?
- I made a call.
That's the job. It's not a crime.
Threatening a witness is.
You went back to, uh, Tevin.
To make sure he didn't talk about Len.
- Why?
- Because I knew Len
was a bathhouse patron from patrol.
When you showed up asking
questions about the others,
it made me realize that I overlooked
a couple of things.
And I'd already gone on record.
Public record, dismissing
the serial killer theory.
Then, why not get out in front of it.
- Share what you knew?
- If you had uncovered
a serial killer in the village,
the public backlash would've
put too many eyes on me.
Your London raid would be exposed.
You'd be staring down
on a SIU investigation.
Officer Webb, on the night
Len was killed, you were
patrolling the village.
You have three hours unaccounted for.
Where were you?
I got a call that night
from a friend in London,
warning me about the article,
and telling me that Ash
Perkins' parents were demanding
that my name be released.
Well, personally, I think it should be.
Where were you?
I-I needed to clear my head.
I drove down to the lake.
Forgot to turn my bodycam off.
It's all on there.
[BATEMAN SIGHING]
Earlier, you said you
overlooked a couple of things.
The bathhouse is one. What else?
A couple weeks back,
Len came to me to report an assault.
Excuse me?
Said he was attacked during a hook-up.
He was really angry at first,
but by the end of the conversation,
he cooled down and he said that
pressing charges wasn't worth it.
- Who attacked him?
- I don't know.
I never got a name.
[INTRIGUING MUSIC]
Hey, Adam.
Hey.
Hey, shouldn't you be laying off the gym
while your hand heals?
The sauna helps with the stiffness.
[PHONE DINGING]
[GRUNTING]
[SIGHING]
Oh, my God!
What is it?
This is on that path by the Ravine.
Apparently, Roswin's husband's sister
was the one who found him.
Ugh, that poor man.
[CLICKING TONGUE]
This neighbourhood used to be safe.
Hey. Webb's bodycam checks out
for the night of the murder,
but I found something else.
What'd you got?
Footage of Len reporting an assault.
Did he give a name?
Well, he didn't mention a name,
but he did mention getting
two coffees from Doordash
and picking them up around seven,
so I pulled a name from the order.
- Adam Harris.
- Hm.
Beautiful wife, cute kid.
Yeah, and an address. In Rosedale.
Well, it all fits.
This guy's not openly
cruising, he's discreet.
Bathhouse discreet.
I had the same thought,
so I gave Tevin a call.
He confirmed seeing Adam at Steamhaus.
Okay, so,
he meets Len at the bathhouse,
finds out Len lives alone,
they arrange to hook-up.
When they do,
Adam attacks Len, but he gets away.
Seems like the kind of loose end
a serial killer would want to tie up.
[PAPER RUSTLING]
[ELECTRICAL HUMMING]
I didn't kill him.
I was home in bed the night Len died.
Can anyone, uh, back that up?
Your wife, perhaps?
I prefer you didn't
drag Elena into this.
Walk us through it.
What happened between you
and Len two Fridays ago?
- We grabbed a coffee.
- Mm-hmm?
- That's it.
- That's it, huh?
Well, not according to Len.
You see, Len told an officer
that, uh, you attacked him.
I wasn't the one who
attacked Len two weeks ago.
He attacked me!
Okay, well, paint me a picture.
Floor is yours. [BATEMAN SIGHING]
We met at the bathhouse a while back.
Len told me that he'd been
closeted for most of his life.
Said the shame had nearly
ruined him. It was
It was like hearing my
own thoughts out loud.
Mm-hmm. And did you tell Len
about your wife? Your daughter?
No. I gave Len the same story
I always use in the village.
And what story is that?
That I live alone.
No family. New to the city.
I was careful to keep that
part of my life separate
so Elena wouldn't find out. That's
that's why I didn't report it when
Len assaulted me two weeks ago.
Okay. [CLEARING THROAT]
Then, why don't you
tell us what did happen?
Len offered to take
me somewhere private.
To hook up.
We ended up in the back of his van
in some back lane. He
told me what he liked.
That he fantasized about danger and
domination,
pushing limits. But once
we started, he just
- He changed.
- Changed?
How did he, uh, how did he change?
His whole face.
His eyes.
He started to choke me.
Not playfully.
Full pressure.
I couldn't breathe. I tried to tap out,
but he wouldn't let go. He was just
staring at me like I wasn't
even a person anymore.
Like I was a thing.
[SHAKILY]: I thought I was going to die.
And
And all I could think about was my wife
and my daughter and
[CRYING]
[HEAVY BREATHING]
And so I fought back.
Eventually, I landed a hit
and I made a run for it.
And that's how you hurt your hand.
[SNIFFLES]
Yes.
Adam, you said Len
took you to a back lane.
Do you have any idea where that was?
I think it was behind a church.
Just got off the phone
with Minister Cade.
He said Len left his
tools in the church's shed.
- Hmm.
- I like the shed.
You know, if Len really did attack Adam
and went to, uh, Webb to report it
before Adam had the chance,
well, that's calculating.
- Bold.
- Hmm, it's as bold as
assaulting a man behind
the church you work at.
As bold as volunteering
to participate in searches for men
you made disappear.
[INTRIGUING MUSIC]
I smell bleach, you smell bleach?
- Yeah.
- [METALLIC CREAKING]
I don't see it.
[GRUNTS]
Yeah.
It's strong here.
Yeah.
Look here.
This is not screwed in, this panel.
Now, maybe Len didn't
match the racial profiles
of the other victims, because
- [WOOD CREAKING]
- Len wasn't a victim
[GRUNTING] to start with.
[TENSE MUSIC]
Trophies.
Len was the village serial killer.
[POLICE SIRENS WAILING]
Detectives,
we've uncovered
multiple partial remains.
Any estimate on, uh,
the number of victims?
At least three so far.
In 25 years, I've never
had a scene quite like this.
Thanks.
[TENSE MUSIC]
[BUZZING AFAR]
[DOOR SHUTTING]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
[OFFICE PHONES RINGING]
Are those trophies?
Yeah, they were stashed in a shed
at the back of the church.
Looks like Len kept something
from each of his victims.
His way to relive the kill.
We've confirmed six bodies
recovered from the church grounds.
Six. [SIGHING]
- You got IDs?
- Omar, Arjun,
and Yusuf came back fast.
We're still working on the others.
Hm, were you able to
determine what happened?
Some of the remains are
up to three years old,
so the specifics are limited,
but in the two most recent cases,
the findings are consistent.
Wrist and ankle binding.
Strangulation.
Len told Adam he fantasized about danger
by pushing men's limits in bed.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]
Hey, what is it?
Lucy said there were six bodies,
but we've only got five trophies.
One of them is missing.
So, turns out there were more victims.
I'm hearing there were at least six.
That bastard, Len, got
what was coming to him.
[APPROACHING FOOTSTEPS]
Benj.
- See you tonight, Davie.
- Bye.
Thought I told you not to
bring that stuff in here.
- You can't take that outside?
- Where am I supposed to go?
Reporters are on every
block asking about Len.
Is that my lighter? Benj.
Come on. Hand it over.
Thank you.
Don't worry. I'm taking it outside.
Every major news outlet
is-is running the village
serial killer story.
They're coming for Webb,
asking how the hell
he missed the pattern,
and where the oversight was on his unit.
Won't be long before they're
asking about Len's killer, too,
so where are we at with that?
Well, Len was targeting and
murdering vulnerable people
from a marginalized community.
He was showing no signs of stopping
and no one was doing anything about it.
The killer put a stop to that.
That's true.
But the cops dropped the ball
isn't a legal defence for murder.
- I know.
- Public trust
is hanging by a thread.
If we wanna restore it,
you need to bring in
Len's killer. Quickly.
No one was doing anything about it.
Maybe this is a vigilante thing.
Maybe somebody found out
what Len did to a loved one
and took matters into their own hands.
Now we're looking at friends
and family of six victims,
three of whom we haven't
even identified yet.
Wonderful. So we're missing
half our suspect pool.
Yeah, but there's a vigil
in the, uh, village tonight.
If somebody close to one
of our victims killed Len,
well, odds are, they're gonna be there.
They were loved.
They are missed
and they should've been protected.
If you brought something
to leave tonight,
please come forward.
Thank you all for coming.
[SOMBER MUSIC]
[SOBBING]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
[DISTANT SIRENS WAILING]
Excuse me.
[INTRIGUING MUSIC]
What is it?
Omar's dog.
Ziggy Stardust.
We're not open for another hour.
Detectives.
What brings you here?
We wanted to check in.
Just thinking about you.
It must've been difficult
to learn that the man
you were canvassing with for months
was responsible for killing
the very men you were searching for.
Yeah, I'm still trying
to wrap my head around it.
Anything strange stand out about, uh,
Len's behaviour in hindsight?
He liked asking people
about Arjun, Yusuf, and Omar.
Too much.
I always felt uneasy about it.
Good instincts.
Serial killers, they
often insert themselves
in the aftermaths of their crimes
to relive the thrill of the kill.
And one other way they
do that is, uh, trophies.
Some like to wear their
victim's jewellery.
Others carry something on them.
ID, keys, a lighter.
Does this symbol mean anything to you?
No.
Never seen that before.
When I saw it, I immediately thought
of the lightning bolt
from David Bowie's Ziggy Stardust era.
The same alter ego that
Omar named his dog after.
So I got curious.
I wanted to follow up with his neighbour
to see if she knew what
happened to his dog.
The dog that barked for
days after Omar went missing?
And she said that
Ziggy went to Omar's sister.
Hazel.
[SHAKY BREATHING]
That's what Omar used to call me.
His sister.
[SIGHING] Neither of us had family
to lean on, so we looked
out for each other.
It wasn't blood, but
it was real. We chose it.
Hazel, we spoke to your staff.
The ones who work at the upstairs bar
and the main bar.
On the night of the drag
show, none of them saw you
after you closed Len's tab,
not until after midnight.
What happened?
[HEAVY BREATHING]
[TENSE MUSIC]
Len brought the lighter that night
because he knew
he'd be close to someone
who cared about Omar.
You.
He got a thrill out of that.
And as you said, uh, he
overdid it on the drinks.
And when you went to close out
his tab, he finally slipped up.
He pulled that lighter out
with the cash, didn't he?
You know, I had this
lighter custom printed
for Omar's 40th birthday.
Bowie was his sobriety inspiration.
[LAUGHING] He just
He never, ever lit a
cigarette without it.
He was a
pack a day guy.
Len rested the lighter on the counter.
It wasn't even there for a second.
I recognized it right away.
And then, everything
just, uh clicked.
Len's enthusiasm when
we would go canvassing.
And the way he would encourage me
to open up about Omar.
He'd listen, smile.
Looking back on it, he
wasn't comforting me.
He was getting some sort of
sick rise out of my grief.
But I needed to hear him say it.
So I drugged him.
I made Len one last drink.
I swiped some ketamine from Benji.
I waited 'til he finished it.
Spilled a drink on him, made
it look like an accident.
I watched him walk to the bathroom,
clean himself off.
That's where I confronted him.
I told him I saw the lighter.
I know you killed them.
His whole demeanour just shifted.
Just looked me dead
in the eye and he said,
"No one will believe you."
Before I could even process
it, Len slipped away.
But he was right.
I didn't have any proof.
You know, I spent months
sounding the alarm.
Telling anybody who'd listen,
"Someone is targeting
men in the village."
Nobody cared. Cops didn't care,
Webb didn't care.
Just kept feeding us the same line
about no signs of foul play.
So I made a decision.
I said, "I'll give you foul play."
You know, Len mentioned that he
went through the
Rosedale Trail sometimes.
I knew if he died in that ravine,
cops wouldn't be able to ignore it.
They'd have to take it seriously.
Bring in the real detectives.
So I staged the crime scene.
It's the only way to get you here.
To make you look at
those missing posters
and see the pattern
and realize that, yes,
Len was a part of this.
I knew once you did,
you'd have to investigate
these cases as connected.
'Til you saw Len for what he truly was.
Hazel, you must've known that
once we did learn the truth about Len,
we would still be looking
for his real killer.
You weren't afraid that we'd find you?
[WEAKLY]: Yeah. [SOBBING]
I was scared.
But then I thought about Omar.
And how scared he must've been.
And how I couldn't let that happen
to another vulnerable
person from my community.
Even now, I'd do it again.
To expose Len,
to find their bodies.
[SIGHING]
At least someone's finally listening.
Serial killers always become famous.
Infamous.
Interviews, podcasts, books, movies,
all while their victims
become footnotes.
With Len, they're never gonna
be able to tell his story
without talking to me.
And I'm never gonna tell it
without centring every
single one of his victims.
And the cops who didn't even
see them as human enough to care.
[DOOR OPENING]
[DOOR SHUTTING]
Hazel Bennett, you're under arrest
for the murder of Len Marsden.
Read her her rights outside.
[DOOR OPENING]
[SOMBER MUSIC]
[DOOR SHUTTING]
That doesn't feel like justice.
Maybe because it's not.
[THEME SONG]