Coroner (2019–…): Season 4, Episode 10 - Episode #4.10 - full transcript
River, do you wanna
move in together?
♪
Yes, but why didn't you
flag it
after the third withdrawal?
Aren't you people trained
to recognize
the signs of a scam?
(Pills rattle)
(Sniffles)
Peggy: Jenny...
Gordon isn't moving.
- What?
He has no pulse.
Call 911.
I'm on my way.
Paramedic: I'm sorry,
from what we can tell,
he died in his sleep.
(Jenny sobs)
Okay, Dad. Okay.
(Sombre music)
(Emotional exhale)
(Sniffles)
♪
(Sighs)
♪
(Light knock on door)
Jenny: Hey.
Hey. I just um,
I just finished packing up
some of his books.
Okay.
I'm gonna run to the library
and donate some of them.
Okay.
Um, is there anything
else you need?
Uh, I'm almost done
packing up his clothes.
So, maybe you can uh,
maybe you can drop them off
at the shelter
on the way there?
- Yeah, for sure.
Thank you.
Oh.
(Binoculars squeak)
♪
(Binoculars clap in hand)
Think I'm gonna keep these.
I think you should.
See if I can't convince Alphonse
to take me bird watching.
Well, if you can't
convince him,
I'll take you up on the offer.
- (Chuckles)
(Footsteps thud)
Oh, Honey.
Hey.
It's just really quiet
without him.
(Hand rustles on pants)
Yeah.
Yeah, it is.
(Sniffles)
You know, but we have to...
we have to remember
that he went peacefully
and he was here.
You know, at home, and...
(Sniffles)
It's all good stuff.
You know, it's good.
(Lively classical music starts)
You finish this up for me?
I'm just gonna go
see what that is.
Peggy?!
(Music intensifies)
(Traffic whooshes)
♪
(Sheet ruffles,
tools clang in distance)
Hmm. I love it.
It reminds me of uh,
one of those places people
only find in movies.
Dennis: Yeah, it's a real fantasy
how nothing works properly
behind the pristine drywall.
(Catches breath)
Do we really need to have
a party tonight?
Maybe we should wait for uh,
I dunno um...
furniture?
Before we start filling
the place with objects,
let's fill it with the love
and laughter of our friends.
But if we did it tomorrow,
I'd have time to get through
my checklist.
I still haven't gotten
through the electrical.
I mean, how many...
how many appliances can we run
without blowing a fuse?
Your checklist
is out of control.
We don't have anything
to be worried about.
Didn't the landlord say
freight elevator
was safety sealed?
Like, look at this!
All I see is plywood
and a couple of nails!
We'll just put some moving
boxes in front of it
in case the party gets crazy.
(Knocking, door opens)
- Hello?
- It'll be fine.
Hey there.
Your door was open.
Lars!
Guess I have to add
locks to the list.
I just wanted to say welcome.
Again.
Uh, this is Edna.
- Ah!
I thought she could help make
this place feel like home.
Thank you so much.
Uh, I wanted to tell you,
we're thinking of having
a little space-warming
here tonight
so, we'd love it
if you'd stop by.
(Door opens)
- I wouldn't miss it.
- Did you say space warming?
- Hi, Maeve.
- Hi.
- This isn't for us, is it?
No, my client's gonna come
and pick up Princess Fickle tomorrow.
I'll bring something way
cooler for your party.
Amazing.
I-I love taxidermy.
♪
Let us know if you need anything.
Sure. For sure.
Absolutely. Thanks again.
(Clicks tongue)
Really appreciate it.
Later!
(Chuckles)
What is wrong with you?
- Uh, I'm sorry.
Just a lot of new people's
names to remember, that's all.
The botanist, taxidermist,
I wonder who stops by next,
the necromancer?
(Loud thumping)
I almost forgot
about the ballerinas.
I thought they'd be lighter
on their feet.
Oh, I love this place!
I'm going to deal
with the elevator.
(Classical music resumes)
(Scoop clangs on bowl)
Jenny: Peggy.
(Oven door clangs)
Peggy.
Oh, sorry. Heh.
Ha, baking.
Always makes me
want to allegro. Ha.
(Music stops)
(Both sigh)
How ya feelin'?
Honey, I'm missin' your
father, somethin' fierce.
But doesn't mean I can't bake.
(Chuckles)
(Items clatter)
Of course not.
Dennis: Just gonna have a peek.
Figure out how to
secure this better.
(Plywood clunks)
♪
(Plywood clunks)
♪
(Dennis sighs)
Whoa!
(Phone smashes)
- (Exhales) Oh no.
I'll call Tony.
- River.
I don't think we're gonna be
able to board this up just yet.
(Ominous music)
♪
♪
Eli: Well, I miss the smell
of dank elevator
and decay, first thing
in the morning.
The decomposition
of the exposed tissue
tells me the poor thing
may have been dead
as long as a week.
Hmm.
This'll make a great case
for my next book.
Can we get prints
from that hand?
Might be able to back at
the lab, but I don't think so.
Been trying to get
the landlord on the phone.
No luck yet.
Hey, do you have anything else
I can go on?
Well, (Sighs)
the concrete isn't
particularly porous.
(Knock echoes)
And it's deep,
so I'm not too worried
about autolysis.
- Uh?
- Uh, self digestion.
The body hasn't started
eating itself.
Delightful.
Can you tell if he fell,
jumped, or was pushed?
I can't know 'til
we get him out.
But he landed on his back.
All right, was he poured
on top of the concrete,
or was the concrete
poured on top of him?
Well, the edge of the pour
seems fairly intact,
which tells me the concrete
had begun to set
before the body landed
on top of it.
All right, concrete takes
about three days to dry.
Can you tell if the fall killed
him or he was already dead?
Again, we won't know until--
Until you get him out.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
You missed me, didn't you?
Not really, no.
And that elevator has been
out of order for how long?
The landlord said it had been
decommissioned two years ago,
but they hadn't...
they hadn't waterproofed it
until the renovations.
- Concrete was poured...
- Eight days ago.
You didn't bother
to check in there
before you signed the lease?
No... no offence, you know.
I'm not judging.
Anyone feel like tea?
(Nervous chuckle)
No.
I got it, Babe.
(Footsteps recede)
- Said I wasn't judging.
(Sighs)
(Water ripples)
With all the construction,
the water pressure has been
mediocre at best.
My first apartment, the guy
who lived there before me,
he uh, left a haunting number
of dirty magazines
for me to find.
So, I get it.
(Chuckles) Yes.
That's exactly the same
as this.
(Sparks)
- Ah!
Oh!
Home sweet home.
Well, we might as well
start canvassing.
Uh, no sense waiting
on the landlord or super.
Malik: Yeah, let's make sure
nobody else is at risk
'cause this place does seem
like a death trap.
(Annoyed chuckle)
All right.
Donovan: All right,
we'll start with anyone
whose loft has access
to the freight elevator.
Hey, we heard there were
cops down here?
We live upstairs.
Is everything okay?
Well, um, since
you're all here...
come on in.
- Welcome.
- Hey, have you seen Ross?
- He's downstairs.
Oh, be a doll, would ya, and
take these to River's tonight?
- Where ya goin'?
- Flower shop.
Big order just came in
for a Holy Communion. Ha.
No rest for the wicked.
Bye, Ross.
Have a lovely day, Hun.
See ya later.
It smells amazing in here.
Yeah, Peggy did some
baking for...
River and Dennis' housewarming.
Hey.
(Sighs)
(Crunches cookies)
- They're gonna like them.
- I uh, was...
cleaning out some
of Grandpa's stuff,
and I-I found these.
(Papers crinkle)
Think they're yours.
Yeah.
Rent. Utilities.
I was just seeing
if I had enough saved
to get my own place.
- Yeah.
But um... yeah, I know,
I know with everything
going on, I...
I can't do that right now.
Don't worry about it.
Ross, look, I um...
Honey, I want you to have a
life outside of this house,
outside of us, outside of me.
- I know, I know, I do...
I... you...
Grandpa and I had this um...
this shared bank account
where we were saving money
for you,
if you wanted to, you know,
go on a trip or...
buy a new industrial oven,
or move out.
- Mom, I...
You know, that money is yours
so, you can uh,
you can use it
however you want. Just...
think about it, okay?
- (Surprised exhale)
Okay, um...
- Okay. You headed out?
Yeah. Look just...
just text me if you need
anything, okay?
- Yeah.
- And-and thank you.
(Footsteps thud away)
(Door creaks open)
♪
(Door clunks closed)
I'm on a really tight
deadline with this one.
(Sniffles)
But I'll tell ya,
something like this has never
happened here before.
It's a pretty boring
building, actually,
all things considered.
- We know this is a lot.
You know, something like this
happening so close to home.
Because of what I do,
people assume that death
doesn't bother me.
But it's the opposite.
Were you around when the
concrete was being poured?
No, I never go anywhere
near the elevator.
Plus, there's always so much
construction going on.
I didn't even know
it was happening.
If the elevator pit isn't
sealed properly,
the place could flood
and we could all die.
Fun fact.
People only see the elegance.
They don't realize that after
a show run,
it feels like you've gone
12 rounds with Ali.
(Chuckles)
Donovan: Noted.
Um, you guys hear any noises
or shouting
coming from the elevator shaft?
No, but we're in company
rehearsals all day.
Most days.
- About 10 hours.
12, if you count tech
and dress rehearsals.
Hmm, and has there
ever been an issue
with elevator shaft access
in your own loft?
Or any accidents?
It's been sealed up
since we moved in,
like two years ago.
Do you find your floor
to be heavily tilted
in one direction?
I noticed the sound always
travels a certain direction
whenever you're doing any
of your... jumps.
- They're called Grand Allegro.
- Ha, ha.
Even in French,
they're very loud.
Tony put mats down
when you moved in.
We thought it would reduce
the noise.
- Does not.
- Sorry.
Everyone is accounted for,
so that's not a tenant
down there.
How can you be so sure?
There are 12 units
in the building,
and I make a point to see
everyone daily.
- Why? For their safety?
- Well, yes!
Kind of.
You were checking
their plants.
Plants need precision care.
The right soil pH.
Nutrition, the right light.
They're fragile and resilient,
and more like people
than we like to think.
How's the pressure on four?
It's on my list of things
for Tony.
You'd have to ask Tony.
Tony's the building manager
but he's really everything.
He's like a den mother.
I call Tony first
for everything.
- Broken appliances.
- Lighting.
Emergencies.
Well, this feels like
an emergency.
Yeah, so where's Tony?
(Eli's phone buzzes)
Uh, you'll have to
fill me in later.
The fire crew is here.
I need to get them up to speed. Gentlemen.
♪
Malik: Whoa! Don't kick me.
Donovan: (Sighs)
Hi. How ya doin'?
- (Sighs)
(Footsteps thud on steps)
Oh, I know that one.
That's a plié.
Nah, actually it's a dégagé.
I dated a lot of dancers.
Actually, no, that's a lie.
I just watch a lot
of "World of Dance".
(Laughs)
Whew! That was good.
(Rapping knock echoes)
- Wellness check?
What, you think he's
the guy in the cement?
Oh yeah. Personally
door-knocked every unit.
He's the only one
unaccounted for.
So you want me to kick it in?
- It's an out-swinging door.
- I could pull it, then.
You...
(Knocking echoes)
Tony: I'm here!
Hold your jocks!
Ugh, fab form, Ladies.
- Hi, Tony!
Excuse me. Oh, geez.
Oof!
Oh, God. (Grunting)
Donovan: Tony Gabris?
(Sighs)
At the moment,
I am Miss Gender.
But I will be Tony
once I have untucked.
Okay, well now that we know
that you're alive,
we have some questions for you.
Okay, can we do this
somewhere else?
I mean, with my hangover,
I just cannot with this noise.
- Yeah. Of course.
- Back down we go.
Okay.
♪
Eli: This is one for the books.
You all ready for this?
(Chuckles)
Let's get crackin'!
(Hammers and chisels clanging)
(Low hum of chatter)
I have another show
this afternoon,
so if I don't clean some of
this spackle off of my skin
my pores will be open wider
than... oh.
Know your audience.
(Sniffles)
I'm just trying to
get a sense of why, say,
instead of calling 911
when there's an emergency,
the tenants call you instead?
Have you ever felt unsafe
in your own home?
Most of the sweet souls
that end up in my...
tiny, eclectic village,
have, at some point in time.
I mean, you can only ask
for help so many times
and be ignored, before you
start to lose faith.
I make a point of handling
each of my tenants' issues,
no matter how big or small,
so that they know they're safe
at least in my building.
Sounds very personal to you.
I was unhoused as a youth.
So, yes,
taking care of where someone
calls home is...
very personal to me.
(Tissue plops)
Do you think it's possible
the person we found
was... unhoused?
- No.
Squatters, they tend to look
for a place that's dry,
warm, you know,
easily accessible.
(Scoffs) An elevator shaft
is not that. (Chuckles)
And other than tenants,
is anybody else in and out
of the building frequently?
Do not get me started
on the endless renovations.
It's loud, it's invasive.
The cockroaches keep better
hours than the day labourers.
And who's doing the work?
A company called Stabler.
I have been complaining
to the building owner
for a year about Stabler.
If one of their workers
did fall in there,
it's probably 'cause the
foreman pushed him in
so he wouldn't
have to pay them.
(Chuckles)
(Phone rings)
Oh.
Hi. This is Jenny Cooper.
Ruth, from Orwell Financial.
What's your relationship
to Gordon Cooper?
I'm in his daughter, yeah.
Okay, 'cause a Jenny Cooper
has also signed
Mr. Cooper's death certificate.
Oh, yeah, it is uh...
it is my signature
on the death certificate.
But that's just...
because I'm a coroner, so,
I know it's a little confusing.
You made a request
to close out
the late Mr. Cooper's accounts.
No, I-I wanted to close
the chequing account,
but I wanted to keep the joint
account open for my son.
I just wanted to see if I could
take my dad's name off of it,
if that's possible.
That one's flagged
for suspicious activity.
Sorry, um what do you mean
suspicious activity?
♪
Construction,
day labourer,
Stabler.
Voicemail: You've reached
Stabler Project Management.
Thank you for holding.
Your call is very
important to us.
- Like Hell, it is.
- I got some goods.
What'd you get?
- Oh, a whole lotta nothing.
Okay, well I talked to my
cousin, Reggie,
and he works on the crew that's
building Bathurst Village
and he said you either
have to be desperate
or have a death wish
to work for Stabler.
One of those lowest
bidder types.
Mm-hmm. And they're notorious
for safety and code violations.
Right now, they're in the
middle of a massive lawsuit
with one of the families
of their former workers
who died on their job.
- So another death on the books
would be catastrophic
for Stabler.
Oh yeah, they'd be pretty
motivated to make something
like that disappear.
- They won't answer our calls.
Let's go pay 'em a visit.
♪
Ruth: Thank you for waiting,
Ms. Cooper.
Can you log into your
e-banking?
Hi, yeah, just one sec.
(Keys clacking)
Okay.
As you'll see, over
the course of a week,
your father withdrew multiple
$1,000 installments,
which was his daily limit.
That's when we flagged it
for suspicious activity.
Wait, are you saying that
my dad withdrew
all of these amounts?
The police are looking
into this matter,
but it looks like your father
was the victim of an elder's
scam.
Sorry, I don't understand but...
because all the money is here.
The full amount
was recently deposited
into the account by cheque.
- Well, who wrote the cheque?
- Peggy Cooper.
Um... (Sighs)
Sorry, I'm just...
I'm confused.
What you're saying is that
my dad was scammed for $10K
and Peggy put it back?
I'm very sorry.
This must be incredibly
stressful for you.
No, it's, if, I um...
(Deep inhale) Thank you.
(Lid clunks, footsteps recede)
Eli: Significantly
less decomposition
than the exposed hand.
River: Enough to grab prints?
Concrete heats up
as it dries.
There's too much scarring here.
But the trapezium
and the carpometacarpal
appear to be broken.
(Clicks tongue)
Can you check the left hand?
- Yeah.
♪
Lividity in the ulnar border.
♪
And yeah, this thumb's broken, too.
He landed on his back
so, how did he break
his thumbs?
Dennis: Could they be
pre-mortem defensive wounds?
Because that would be great.
Well, if it's a homicide,
we're more likely to get
our deposit back.
Dennis.
I don't wanna move.
Who better to have found
this body
than two people who work
alongside death?
I think this was meant to be.
(Deep inhale)
Well, I don't.
(Hammer clangs,
concrete clatters)
Ow!
(Grunting)
(Winces)
I'm gonna go grab some ice
for my foot.
(Tools clang on tray)
(Footsteps thud)
Well, that was awkward.
Yeah.
- Hello, Stranger.
- There you are.
Cranial trauma,
posterior left.
- From the fall?
- Possibly.
Also some discolouring
along the jaw line.
Huh.
Well, now.
That's not something
one comes across every day.
I'm definitely going to be
writing about that.
Huh.
Bleeding, overgrown gums.
Decay of the teeth.
So, he was sick
before he died.
Uh, yeah, see these bumps
on the hair follicles?
Mm-hmm.
Yeah, they look bruised, too.
He wasn't just sick,
he had scurvy.
♪
(Footsteps thud)
(Items crinkle)
(Pills rattle)
Mood stabilizer.
Anti-convulsant,
anti-psychotic.
(Phone rings)
Hey, Ross,
uh... did you know that Grandpa
got scammed?
Yeah, I'm at the flower shop
right now. She's not here.
Yeah, can I call you back?
Thanks.
(Pills rattle)
(Book rustles)
♪
River: See these red welts?
(Footsteps thud)
Eli: Bug bites?
Dennis: Cockroach bites,
to be exact.
They're all over the medial
parts of his arms.
Oh, cockroaches rarely
bite humans.
Only if their populations
outgrow their normal
food sources.
You researched
cockroaches, too?
And it's a good thing,
because clearly, they're a
problem in our building.
Are these bites
pre- or post-mortem?
Dennis: Pre.
Why would someone let
themselves get bitten,
over and over?
It's not like you
can't see cockroaches.
Maybe the scurvy made him too
weak to swat them off.
Eli: Or you're tied up
so you can't.
River: His thumbs are broken.
From trying to escape
his bindings.
He wasn't a construction worker.
He was someone's prisoner.
This one's a doozy.
We didn't want you to miss out
on all the fun.
Well, I'm glad you called.
It was time for me
to get back to work.
Okay, these threads
are hollow-braid nylon rope.
We found them in his wrist
and ankle tissue.
Donovan: Could him having scurvy
be result of him
starving to death?
No, the body would've uh,
eaten the muscle mass
if he was starved.
He's still very fit,
despite everything else
going on with him.
River: Uh, kidney stones
in the calyxes.
Ooh, ugh.
He hadn't finished
passing these yet.
They were still developing.
Does that give us a better
idea of how long he was held
before he died?
- Well, it gives me an idea
that his health was compromised
before he was in captivity.
I mean, he would've only lasted
a week or two
without medical attention.
So, he was missing
a couple of weeks, tops.
All right, that'll help us
in the missing persons search.
Whoever was holding this guy
held him on site
and then dumped him
in the elevator shaft the day
the concrete was poured.
I mean, we went through that
building, loft by loft,
and nothing.
- Yeah, well,
I doubt the hostage taker
would've left some rope around
for us to find.
How could they have
kept him there
without anyone hearing him
call out?
Maybe they muzzled him.
Or he was in a soundproof room.
Where do you find
cockroaches the most
in buildings like that?
- We checked the boiler room.
How 'bout a cellar
or a crawl space?
The building doesn't
have those.
Yeah, I'm gonna call
the city archives.
Maybe they can put a rush
on the building blueprints.
Maybe there's a room we missed.
River: (Sighs) Actually,
don't bother.
I know someone who could help.
(Ice crackling)
(Dennis sighs)
What?
All right, these are
the most recent plans.
As you can see, every unit
is pretty much the same type
of open-concept, L-shape.
But I've been keeping notes
of everything
since we got the keys.
Anything broken, off kilter,
or asymmetrical.
Plumbing stuff.
Electrical, ventilation.
I used a stud finder
to measure
the splits between joists.
Dennis, is there anything
different in these prints
than what you've found?
- Uh, not really.
They all seem to line up.
Although, when I called Tony,
to complain about
the water pressure,
he told me they were supposed
to install a booster pump
on the third floor to increase
the water pressure.
But it hasn't happened because
River and I still can't get
consistent pressure.
Sorry, uh, it's not about me.
Um... I checked the floor.
I can't find the room.
Well, my team scoured
the building,
and I don't remember a doorway
off this hallway.
So, are you saying there
might be a secret room
20 feet away from
the elevator shaft?
All right, thank you.
Uh...
I was gonna get to that.
Did you ever wanna live
there?
Of course I did.
Because all the obsessing and...
list keeping.
Just seems like you were always
looking for a way out.
I don't want a way out.
I want you to be happy.
I want you to be safe.
All of this is
because I care, River.
I was happy, Dennis.
And now I just feel...
♪
I don't know what to feel.
♪
Well, uh...
(Frustrated sigh)
Should be...
around the next corner.
(Construction noise
in distance)
(Loud thuds)
All right, well,
this should be it.
(Knocking echoes on wall)
(Floor plan plops)
Thanks for coming
and doing this.
This might be good for me.
(Sledgehammers thudding,
drywall cracking)
(Drywall cracking
and clattering)
(Donovan sighs)
Donovan: Looks like they just
walled up this whole room.
(Latch creaks and thuds)
(Door clunks then creaks)
Doubt we're gonna find
a light switch in here.
(Sniffing)
Strong smell of bleach.
(Cockroaches skitter)
Ah! Ugh!
I don't like cockroaches.
There's something
under here.
(Sniffs) Oof! Yeah.
Donovan.
We need to iDent in here.
- Yeah.
- Hey, look at this.
Dog camera.
(Suits crinkle)
(Door clunks)
There's another one
here, too.
So, the captors weren't
just holding him here,
they were communicating
with him as well.
This must be how they
got him in here.
(Knocking echoes)
Donovan: It's locked
from the other side.
(Tape crinkles)
Is that someone's closet?
Someone who...
(Donovan's phone rings)
(Grunts)
Yeah, Malik?
- Hey, Mac.
Using our timeline, age,
and body type of our John Doe,
I think I've found our guy.
His name is Evan Bosch.
He's a choreographer
for the Toronto Ballet Conservatory.
Who went missing two weeks ago.
(Knocks)
(Door creaks open)
♪
(Clothes rustling)
(Grunts)
Cori: You just couldn't
help yourself.
Cori?
Another dancer presses
charges against you,
and you have the nerve
to come to us for help.
After all these years,
we were finally safe from you.
You came into our home.
You're making a terrible
mistake, but...
it's not too late.
We can figure it out together.
- Just say it.
- What?!
What do you want me to say?
Cori: The truth!
Kana: Admit what you did to us
and what you did to that new
girl and we'll let you go.
Are you recording me?
(Cockroaches skittering)
People will be looking for me,
Cori. It's been two days.
Cori: How many have there been?
None! There have been none!
Then why ask us
to lie for you?
Kana: If you haven't done
anything wrong,
then why aren't you calling
out for help?
Is it because if someone
found you here,
you'd have to explain why two
women are keeping you prisoner?
(Sighs)
I need water.
Please, Cori?
(Grunts)
(Pail clanging)
(Vomit splatters)
(Grunting and gasping)
(Emotional)
You won't help me.
(Gasping)
After all I did for you.
All I ever did was make
all of you better!
I... I improved you!
Cori: By poking and prodding
at us like cattle?
Weighing me every day?
Ah, everyone knows they
have standards.
Standards.
I had an eating disorder
at 17.
(Laughs) Oh, boo hoo!
Eh, chubby little Cori.
Kana: That didn't stop you,
did it?
(Frustrated sigh)
Evan: I expected that kind of
manipulative garbage from her, Kana.
(Emotional)
Not from you.
Cori: This would all be over
if you would just say it.
Well, what difference
would it make?
Anything I say will seem
coerced in the eyes of the law.
Meaningless.
(Grunting)
Kana: Just admit it to us,
and it'll be just like you
said... meaningless.
(Evan moans)
Uh, I think we all know
what happened here.
It's not like we don't already
know the outcome.
He abused these girls
when they were younger.
They're refusing to talk
and this footage
only hurts their case.
There's more.
This whole thing lasted six
days, and then...
(Girls sobbing frantically)
Cori: Just do something!
Kana: I'm trying!
(Sobbing)
Oh no!
♪
Cori: He was never gonna say it
and now he never will.
(Girls sobbing on video)
You have a first aid kit?
You said you were
the coroner, Dr. Cooper?
Jenny.
And before that I was
an ER doctor,
and I noticed you were fussing
with your bandaid,
so I wanted to uh,
see if you wouldn't mind if I
could just take a look at it.
Yes, I do mind.
It's nothing.
- Okay.
(Deep inhale)
Ballet is a tough world.
You start so young.
You gotta grow up so fast.
- You dance?
- Mainly in my kitchen.
(Chuckles) Alone.
I did have to grow up
fast, though.
So, I understand
what that's like.
If you'll let me, I'd like
to just take a quick look.
(Siren wails in distance)
(Kana sniffles)
Jenny: Thank you.
(Bandage ruffling)
I'm just uh, gonna put some
antiseptic on it.
And then, redress the wounds
until we can get proper
attention, okay?
(First aid items crinkling)
I noticed that uh,
Evan had the same bite marks
but Cori didn't.
It's-it's not what
you're thinking.
Not thinking anything.
I'm uh...
just here to help.
(Hands clap)
However I can.
Okay?
(First aid bag crumples)
All right.
(Zipper whizzes)
Choreographers are
kind of like coaches.
It's all about what they
can get your body to do
on stage.
And they push your physicality
so far past its physical limitations,
that your body doesn't even
feel like yours anymore.
You just become this vessel
for other people
to put their art into.
And that can be so beautiful
to be the living embodiment
of somebody else's creation.
But...
- I mean, they can forget
that there's a human
being in there.
(Teary inhale)
And you just start so young,
that you don't actually
see it for the violation
that it is.
So, when Evan started
to force himself on me,
(Emotional inhale)
it just felt like the natural
progression of...
his ownership over my body.
(Inhales)
- Did you um...
did you know about any
of the other dancers?
No.
(Shaky inhale) Not until we had
left the Conservatory
and joined a company.
Cori let it slip one night.
That he had done
the same thing to her.
And...
and we wanted to leave it
all in the past,
but then, he came into our
safe space and...
and even then, Cori didn't
wanna tell the police.
♪
There was this door
that we found
in the back of my closet,
(Sobs) and we dragged
the body in there,
but we were just making
things up as we went.
Right.
So the plan was just to...
scare him into confessing.
We thought it would take
a few hours.
(Shaky inhale)
Oh, we were naive
to think he'd ever admit it.
He had too much to lose.
That's when you started
to go in and...
see him on your own.
I thought that...
(Catches breath)
if I went in there,
without Cori,
and without the cameras,
that he might tell the truth.
I was his favourite.
He would always say.
Look, and I know how stupid
that sounds.
No, that's not stupid.
He manipulated you
from a very young age.
He... groomed you.
This is uh,
this is not your fault.
(Kana Sobs)
Yeah, and even then,
we were gonna let him go,
but then we came back and...
(Sobs) and we found him dead.
(Sobs)
And that's when you put him
down the elevator shaft.
Tony had told us that the
cement was getting poured
and we knew we had this
small window of opportunity.
So (Inhales) we took it.
(Emotional exhale)
I hated him
for what he did to us,
but I didn't wanna see him die!
I believe you.
Would you talk to Detective
McAvoy?
He can help you,
and I trust him.
I trust him with my life.
- Okay.
- Okay.
♪
What do they do from here?
Well, someone's dead so,
that complicates it.
Is the coroner's office
any closer to a ruling?
(Inhales) I just can't wrap
my head around
how rapidly he developed scurvy.
Well, I have a guess.
I did a social media scrape
after IDing him.
The guy just talked about
keto this and keto that,
and I was like,
"Eat an orange, Nro!"
- Malik, you're a genius.
- I am?
I am! Heh.
No, the-the adverse
effects of keto
is nutrient deficiency
and kidney stones,
which can get infected
and can cause sepsis.
(Jenny's phone rings)
Will you tell uh,
tell Donovan that uh,
that it's looking like
an accidental death.
This is good for Kana
and Cori's case, yeah?
(Exhales)
- Hadn't crossed my mind.
Peggy. Where are you?
I went to the flower shop.
I ran out of white
calla lilies.
Been out chasing suppliers
all day.
But I'm here at the shop now.
Hey, look, I uh...
I found your pills. Um...
do you wanna...
do you wanna talk to me?
I mean, if you wanna
talk to me about anything.
You don't need to worry
about that
when you've got so much else
to think about.
You know what? Don't move.
I'll be right there.
(Flowers crinkling)
♪
Oh!
(Footsteps quicken)
(Sobs)
I'm so sorry.
(Girls sobbing)
I'm so, so sorry.
Look, we're gonna be with you
every step of the way
through this. Okay?
Yeah.
Thank you for calling, Detective.
You're okay. It's okay.
Go on.
(Girls breathing shakily)
(Footsteps recede)
(Donovan inhales
and exhales deeply)
I guess you were right
to hate it.
(Emotional sigh)
(Tape crinkles)
River,
I wasn't right.
(Footsteps approach)
I was an ass.
I was so crazy and obsessive.
(Deep inhale)
I didn't even stop worrying
long enough
to enjoy the fact that
we're moving in together.
That I actually
get to live with you.
So, you do still wanna
live together?
Yes.
(Acting)
A million times, yes!
(Laughs)
I just...
I wanted our first home
together to be perfect.
- Perfect, schmerfect.
- Hmm.
My perfect home
is wherever you are.
(Relieved sigh)
♪
Besides, the crime scene
and the cockroaches,
are quirks that only
add to the charm.
Just like your quirks.
- (Laughs) Oh.
I think that was a compliment?
- It was. (Giggles)
- Was it a compliment?
(Giggling)
(Doorbell rings)
Oh, man.
I should get that.
You don't have to.
(Door clunks open)
(Surprised gasp)
Donovan: Hey. Well, we figured
the party was off,
but uh, you two could use
a hand.
Maybe ease some of Dennis'
stress.
I'm real good with my hands.
Well, I'm not,
so I brought these,
and they're cold.
- Perfect. (Chuckles)
Come on in.
- (Laughs) All right.
How you doin', man?
I'm okay.
Thanks for coming.
So, what's the news
on the neighbours?
Uh, they're being
taken care of.
And there may be some hope.
I talked to the Crown Attorney
and major charges may be
undesirable to pursue.
With more victims
coming forward,
this can be argued as a case
of self defence gone wrong.
I know our office is supposed
to be impartial but...
Impartially, that guy
got what he deserved.
Yeah, sepsis due to
untreated scurvy.
Hmm, no, karma...
due to untreated evil.
(Beer burbles)
So, tell us about this
amazing place of yours.
Okay, well,
uh, the building
was built in the 60s,
and I just heard recently
- that Buffy Sainte-
- Marie herself
used to hang out between here
and the Purple Onion
while she was writing
her Vietnam protest song.
(Door clunks, lock beeps)
(Footsteps thud)
(Door clunks)
♪
(Footsteps shuffle to a stop)
(Keys jingle)
(Door clunks,
explosion blasts)
♪
(Glass clinking)
(Flames crackling)
♪
♪
move in together?
♪
Yes, but why didn't you
flag it
after the third withdrawal?
Aren't you people trained
to recognize
the signs of a scam?
(Pills rattle)
(Sniffles)
Peggy: Jenny...
Gordon isn't moving.
- What?
He has no pulse.
Call 911.
I'm on my way.
Paramedic: I'm sorry,
from what we can tell,
he died in his sleep.
(Jenny sobs)
Okay, Dad. Okay.
(Sombre music)
(Emotional exhale)
(Sniffles)
♪
(Sighs)
♪
(Light knock on door)
Jenny: Hey.
Hey. I just um,
I just finished packing up
some of his books.
Okay.
I'm gonna run to the library
and donate some of them.
Okay.
Um, is there anything
else you need?
Uh, I'm almost done
packing up his clothes.
So, maybe you can uh,
maybe you can drop them off
at the shelter
on the way there?
- Yeah, for sure.
Thank you.
Oh.
(Binoculars squeak)
♪
(Binoculars clap in hand)
Think I'm gonna keep these.
I think you should.
See if I can't convince Alphonse
to take me bird watching.
Well, if you can't
convince him,
I'll take you up on the offer.
- (Chuckles)
(Footsteps thud)
Oh, Honey.
Hey.
It's just really quiet
without him.
(Hand rustles on pants)
Yeah.
Yeah, it is.
(Sniffles)
You know, but we have to...
we have to remember
that he went peacefully
and he was here.
You know, at home, and...
(Sniffles)
It's all good stuff.
You know, it's good.
(Lively classical music starts)
You finish this up for me?
I'm just gonna go
see what that is.
Peggy?!
(Music intensifies)
(Traffic whooshes)
♪
(Sheet ruffles,
tools clang in distance)
Hmm. I love it.
It reminds me of uh,
one of those places people
only find in movies.
Dennis: Yeah, it's a real fantasy
how nothing works properly
behind the pristine drywall.
(Catches breath)
Do we really need to have
a party tonight?
Maybe we should wait for uh,
I dunno um...
furniture?
Before we start filling
the place with objects,
let's fill it with the love
and laughter of our friends.
But if we did it tomorrow,
I'd have time to get through
my checklist.
I still haven't gotten
through the electrical.
I mean, how many...
how many appliances can we run
without blowing a fuse?
Your checklist
is out of control.
We don't have anything
to be worried about.
Didn't the landlord say
freight elevator
was safety sealed?
Like, look at this!
All I see is plywood
and a couple of nails!
We'll just put some moving
boxes in front of it
in case the party gets crazy.
(Knocking, door opens)
- Hello?
- It'll be fine.
Hey there.
Your door was open.
Lars!
Guess I have to add
locks to the list.
I just wanted to say welcome.
Again.
Uh, this is Edna.
- Ah!
I thought she could help make
this place feel like home.
Thank you so much.
Uh, I wanted to tell you,
we're thinking of having
a little space-warming
here tonight
so, we'd love it
if you'd stop by.
(Door opens)
- I wouldn't miss it.
- Did you say space warming?
- Hi, Maeve.
- Hi.
- This isn't for us, is it?
No, my client's gonna come
and pick up Princess Fickle tomorrow.
I'll bring something way
cooler for your party.
Amazing.
I-I love taxidermy.
♪
Let us know if you need anything.
Sure. For sure.
Absolutely. Thanks again.
(Clicks tongue)
Really appreciate it.
Later!
(Chuckles)
What is wrong with you?
- Uh, I'm sorry.
Just a lot of new people's
names to remember, that's all.
The botanist, taxidermist,
I wonder who stops by next,
the necromancer?
(Loud thumping)
I almost forgot
about the ballerinas.
I thought they'd be lighter
on their feet.
Oh, I love this place!
I'm going to deal
with the elevator.
(Classical music resumes)
(Scoop clangs on bowl)
Jenny: Peggy.
(Oven door clangs)
Peggy.
Oh, sorry. Heh.
Ha, baking.
Always makes me
want to allegro. Ha.
(Music stops)
(Both sigh)
How ya feelin'?
Honey, I'm missin' your
father, somethin' fierce.
But doesn't mean I can't bake.
(Chuckles)
(Items clatter)
Of course not.
Dennis: Just gonna have a peek.
Figure out how to
secure this better.
(Plywood clunks)
♪
(Plywood clunks)
♪
(Dennis sighs)
Whoa!
(Phone smashes)
- (Exhales) Oh no.
I'll call Tony.
- River.
I don't think we're gonna be
able to board this up just yet.
(Ominous music)
♪
♪
Eli: Well, I miss the smell
of dank elevator
and decay, first thing
in the morning.
The decomposition
of the exposed tissue
tells me the poor thing
may have been dead
as long as a week.
Hmm.
This'll make a great case
for my next book.
Can we get prints
from that hand?
Might be able to back at
the lab, but I don't think so.
Been trying to get
the landlord on the phone.
No luck yet.
Hey, do you have anything else
I can go on?
Well, (Sighs)
the concrete isn't
particularly porous.
(Knock echoes)
And it's deep,
so I'm not too worried
about autolysis.
- Uh?
- Uh, self digestion.
The body hasn't started
eating itself.
Delightful.
Can you tell if he fell,
jumped, or was pushed?
I can't know 'til
we get him out.
But he landed on his back.
All right, was he poured
on top of the concrete,
or was the concrete
poured on top of him?
Well, the edge of the pour
seems fairly intact,
which tells me the concrete
had begun to set
before the body landed
on top of it.
All right, concrete takes
about three days to dry.
Can you tell if the fall killed
him or he was already dead?
Again, we won't know until--
Until you get him out.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
You missed me, didn't you?
Not really, no.
And that elevator has been
out of order for how long?
The landlord said it had been
decommissioned two years ago,
but they hadn't...
they hadn't waterproofed it
until the renovations.
- Concrete was poured...
- Eight days ago.
You didn't bother
to check in there
before you signed the lease?
No... no offence, you know.
I'm not judging.
Anyone feel like tea?
(Nervous chuckle)
No.
I got it, Babe.
(Footsteps recede)
- Said I wasn't judging.
(Sighs)
(Water ripples)
With all the construction,
the water pressure has been
mediocre at best.
My first apartment, the guy
who lived there before me,
he uh, left a haunting number
of dirty magazines
for me to find.
So, I get it.
(Chuckles) Yes.
That's exactly the same
as this.
(Sparks)
- Ah!
Oh!
Home sweet home.
Well, we might as well
start canvassing.
Uh, no sense waiting
on the landlord or super.
Malik: Yeah, let's make sure
nobody else is at risk
'cause this place does seem
like a death trap.
(Annoyed chuckle)
All right.
Donovan: All right,
we'll start with anyone
whose loft has access
to the freight elevator.
Hey, we heard there were
cops down here?
We live upstairs.
Is everything okay?
Well, um, since
you're all here...
come on in.
- Welcome.
- Hey, have you seen Ross?
- He's downstairs.
Oh, be a doll, would ya, and
take these to River's tonight?
- Where ya goin'?
- Flower shop.
Big order just came in
for a Holy Communion. Ha.
No rest for the wicked.
Bye, Ross.
Have a lovely day, Hun.
See ya later.
It smells amazing in here.
Yeah, Peggy did some
baking for...
River and Dennis' housewarming.
Hey.
(Sighs)
(Crunches cookies)
- They're gonna like them.
- I uh, was...
cleaning out some
of Grandpa's stuff,
and I-I found these.
(Papers crinkle)
Think they're yours.
Yeah.
Rent. Utilities.
I was just seeing
if I had enough saved
to get my own place.
- Yeah.
But um... yeah, I know,
I know with everything
going on, I...
I can't do that right now.
Don't worry about it.
Ross, look, I um...
Honey, I want you to have a
life outside of this house,
outside of us, outside of me.
- I know, I know, I do...
I... you...
Grandpa and I had this um...
this shared bank account
where we were saving money
for you,
if you wanted to, you know,
go on a trip or...
buy a new industrial oven,
or move out.
- Mom, I...
You know, that money is yours
so, you can uh,
you can use it
however you want. Just...
think about it, okay?
- (Surprised exhale)
Okay, um...
- Okay. You headed out?
Yeah. Look just...
just text me if you need
anything, okay?
- Yeah.
- And-and thank you.
(Footsteps thud away)
(Door creaks open)
♪
(Door clunks closed)
I'm on a really tight
deadline with this one.
(Sniffles)
But I'll tell ya,
something like this has never
happened here before.
It's a pretty boring
building, actually,
all things considered.
- We know this is a lot.
You know, something like this
happening so close to home.
Because of what I do,
people assume that death
doesn't bother me.
But it's the opposite.
Were you around when the
concrete was being poured?
No, I never go anywhere
near the elevator.
Plus, there's always so much
construction going on.
I didn't even know
it was happening.
If the elevator pit isn't
sealed properly,
the place could flood
and we could all die.
Fun fact.
People only see the elegance.
They don't realize that after
a show run,
it feels like you've gone
12 rounds with Ali.
(Chuckles)
Donovan: Noted.
Um, you guys hear any noises
or shouting
coming from the elevator shaft?
No, but we're in company
rehearsals all day.
Most days.
- About 10 hours.
12, if you count tech
and dress rehearsals.
Hmm, and has there
ever been an issue
with elevator shaft access
in your own loft?
Or any accidents?
It's been sealed up
since we moved in,
like two years ago.
Do you find your floor
to be heavily tilted
in one direction?
I noticed the sound always
travels a certain direction
whenever you're doing any
of your... jumps.
- They're called Grand Allegro.
- Ha, ha.
Even in French,
they're very loud.
Tony put mats down
when you moved in.
We thought it would reduce
the noise.
- Does not.
- Sorry.
Everyone is accounted for,
so that's not a tenant
down there.
How can you be so sure?
There are 12 units
in the building,
and I make a point to see
everyone daily.
- Why? For their safety?
- Well, yes!
Kind of.
You were checking
their plants.
Plants need precision care.
The right soil pH.
Nutrition, the right light.
They're fragile and resilient,
and more like people
than we like to think.
How's the pressure on four?
It's on my list of things
for Tony.
You'd have to ask Tony.
Tony's the building manager
but he's really everything.
He's like a den mother.
I call Tony first
for everything.
- Broken appliances.
- Lighting.
Emergencies.
Well, this feels like
an emergency.
Yeah, so where's Tony?
(Eli's phone buzzes)
Uh, you'll have to
fill me in later.
The fire crew is here.
I need to get them up to speed. Gentlemen.
♪
Malik: Whoa! Don't kick me.
Donovan: (Sighs)
Hi. How ya doin'?
- (Sighs)
(Footsteps thud on steps)
Oh, I know that one.
That's a plié.
Nah, actually it's a dégagé.
I dated a lot of dancers.
Actually, no, that's a lie.
I just watch a lot
of "World of Dance".
(Laughs)
Whew! That was good.
(Rapping knock echoes)
- Wellness check?
What, you think he's
the guy in the cement?
Oh yeah. Personally
door-knocked every unit.
He's the only one
unaccounted for.
So you want me to kick it in?
- It's an out-swinging door.
- I could pull it, then.
You...
(Knocking echoes)
Tony: I'm here!
Hold your jocks!
Ugh, fab form, Ladies.
- Hi, Tony!
Excuse me. Oh, geez.
Oof!
Oh, God. (Grunting)
Donovan: Tony Gabris?
(Sighs)
At the moment,
I am Miss Gender.
But I will be Tony
once I have untucked.
Okay, well now that we know
that you're alive,
we have some questions for you.
Okay, can we do this
somewhere else?
I mean, with my hangover,
I just cannot with this noise.
- Yeah. Of course.
- Back down we go.
Okay.
♪
Eli: This is one for the books.
You all ready for this?
(Chuckles)
Let's get crackin'!
(Hammers and chisels clanging)
(Low hum of chatter)
I have another show
this afternoon,
so if I don't clean some of
this spackle off of my skin
my pores will be open wider
than... oh.
Know your audience.
(Sniffles)
I'm just trying to
get a sense of why, say,
instead of calling 911
when there's an emergency,
the tenants call you instead?
Have you ever felt unsafe
in your own home?
Most of the sweet souls
that end up in my...
tiny, eclectic village,
have, at some point in time.
I mean, you can only ask
for help so many times
and be ignored, before you
start to lose faith.
I make a point of handling
each of my tenants' issues,
no matter how big or small,
so that they know they're safe
at least in my building.
Sounds very personal to you.
I was unhoused as a youth.
So, yes,
taking care of where someone
calls home is...
very personal to me.
(Tissue plops)
Do you think it's possible
the person we found
was... unhoused?
- No.
Squatters, they tend to look
for a place that's dry,
warm, you know,
easily accessible.
(Scoffs) An elevator shaft
is not that. (Chuckles)
And other than tenants,
is anybody else in and out
of the building frequently?
Do not get me started
on the endless renovations.
It's loud, it's invasive.
The cockroaches keep better
hours than the day labourers.
And who's doing the work?
A company called Stabler.
I have been complaining
to the building owner
for a year about Stabler.
If one of their workers
did fall in there,
it's probably 'cause the
foreman pushed him in
so he wouldn't
have to pay them.
(Chuckles)
(Phone rings)
Oh.
Hi. This is Jenny Cooper.
Ruth, from Orwell Financial.
What's your relationship
to Gordon Cooper?
I'm in his daughter, yeah.
Okay, 'cause a Jenny Cooper
has also signed
Mr. Cooper's death certificate.
Oh, yeah, it is uh...
it is my signature
on the death certificate.
But that's just...
because I'm a coroner, so,
I know it's a little confusing.
You made a request
to close out
the late Mr. Cooper's accounts.
No, I-I wanted to close
the chequing account,
but I wanted to keep the joint
account open for my son.
I just wanted to see if I could
take my dad's name off of it,
if that's possible.
That one's flagged
for suspicious activity.
Sorry, um what do you mean
suspicious activity?
♪
Construction,
day labourer,
Stabler.
Voicemail: You've reached
Stabler Project Management.
Thank you for holding.
Your call is very
important to us.
- Like Hell, it is.
- I got some goods.
What'd you get?
- Oh, a whole lotta nothing.
Okay, well I talked to my
cousin, Reggie,
and he works on the crew that's
building Bathurst Village
and he said you either
have to be desperate
or have a death wish
to work for Stabler.
One of those lowest
bidder types.
Mm-hmm. And they're notorious
for safety and code violations.
Right now, they're in the
middle of a massive lawsuit
with one of the families
of their former workers
who died on their job.
- So another death on the books
would be catastrophic
for Stabler.
Oh yeah, they'd be pretty
motivated to make something
like that disappear.
- They won't answer our calls.
Let's go pay 'em a visit.
♪
Ruth: Thank you for waiting,
Ms. Cooper.
Can you log into your
e-banking?
Hi, yeah, just one sec.
(Keys clacking)
Okay.
As you'll see, over
the course of a week,
your father withdrew multiple
$1,000 installments,
which was his daily limit.
That's when we flagged it
for suspicious activity.
Wait, are you saying that
my dad withdrew
all of these amounts?
The police are looking
into this matter,
but it looks like your father
was the victim of an elder's
scam.
Sorry, I don't understand but...
because all the money is here.
The full amount
was recently deposited
into the account by cheque.
- Well, who wrote the cheque?
- Peggy Cooper.
Um... (Sighs)
Sorry, I'm just...
I'm confused.
What you're saying is that
my dad was scammed for $10K
and Peggy put it back?
I'm very sorry.
This must be incredibly
stressful for you.
No, it's, if, I um...
(Deep inhale) Thank you.
(Lid clunks, footsteps recede)
Eli: Significantly
less decomposition
than the exposed hand.
River: Enough to grab prints?
Concrete heats up
as it dries.
There's too much scarring here.
But the trapezium
and the carpometacarpal
appear to be broken.
(Clicks tongue)
Can you check the left hand?
- Yeah.
♪
Lividity in the ulnar border.
♪
And yeah, this thumb's broken, too.
He landed on his back
so, how did he break
his thumbs?
Dennis: Could they be
pre-mortem defensive wounds?
Because that would be great.
Well, if it's a homicide,
we're more likely to get
our deposit back.
Dennis.
I don't wanna move.
Who better to have found
this body
than two people who work
alongside death?
I think this was meant to be.
(Deep inhale)
Well, I don't.
(Hammer clangs,
concrete clatters)
Ow!
(Grunting)
(Winces)
I'm gonna go grab some ice
for my foot.
(Tools clang on tray)
(Footsteps thud)
Well, that was awkward.
Yeah.
- Hello, Stranger.
- There you are.
Cranial trauma,
posterior left.
- From the fall?
- Possibly.
Also some discolouring
along the jaw line.
Huh.
Well, now.
That's not something
one comes across every day.
I'm definitely going to be
writing about that.
Huh.
Bleeding, overgrown gums.
Decay of the teeth.
So, he was sick
before he died.
Uh, yeah, see these bumps
on the hair follicles?
Mm-hmm.
Yeah, they look bruised, too.
He wasn't just sick,
he had scurvy.
♪
(Footsteps thud)
(Items crinkle)
(Pills rattle)
Mood stabilizer.
Anti-convulsant,
anti-psychotic.
(Phone rings)
Hey, Ross,
uh... did you know that Grandpa
got scammed?
Yeah, I'm at the flower shop
right now. She's not here.
Yeah, can I call you back?
Thanks.
(Pills rattle)
(Book rustles)
♪
River: See these red welts?
(Footsteps thud)
Eli: Bug bites?
Dennis: Cockroach bites,
to be exact.
They're all over the medial
parts of his arms.
Oh, cockroaches rarely
bite humans.
Only if their populations
outgrow their normal
food sources.
You researched
cockroaches, too?
And it's a good thing,
because clearly, they're a
problem in our building.
Are these bites
pre- or post-mortem?
Dennis: Pre.
Why would someone let
themselves get bitten,
over and over?
It's not like you
can't see cockroaches.
Maybe the scurvy made him too
weak to swat them off.
Eli: Or you're tied up
so you can't.
River: His thumbs are broken.
From trying to escape
his bindings.
He wasn't a construction worker.
He was someone's prisoner.
This one's a doozy.
We didn't want you to miss out
on all the fun.
Well, I'm glad you called.
It was time for me
to get back to work.
Okay, these threads
are hollow-braid nylon rope.
We found them in his wrist
and ankle tissue.
Donovan: Could him having scurvy
be result of him
starving to death?
No, the body would've uh,
eaten the muscle mass
if he was starved.
He's still very fit,
despite everything else
going on with him.
River: Uh, kidney stones
in the calyxes.
Ooh, ugh.
He hadn't finished
passing these yet.
They were still developing.
Does that give us a better
idea of how long he was held
before he died?
- Well, it gives me an idea
that his health was compromised
before he was in captivity.
I mean, he would've only lasted
a week or two
without medical attention.
So, he was missing
a couple of weeks, tops.
All right, that'll help us
in the missing persons search.
Whoever was holding this guy
held him on site
and then dumped him
in the elevator shaft the day
the concrete was poured.
I mean, we went through that
building, loft by loft,
and nothing.
- Yeah, well,
I doubt the hostage taker
would've left some rope around
for us to find.
How could they have
kept him there
without anyone hearing him
call out?
Maybe they muzzled him.
Or he was in a soundproof room.
Where do you find
cockroaches the most
in buildings like that?
- We checked the boiler room.
How 'bout a cellar
or a crawl space?
The building doesn't
have those.
Yeah, I'm gonna call
the city archives.
Maybe they can put a rush
on the building blueprints.
Maybe there's a room we missed.
River: (Sighs) Actually,
don't bother.
I know someone who could help.
(Ice crackling)
(Dennis sighs)
What?
All right, these are
the most recent plans.
As you can see, every unit
is pretty much the same type
of open-concept, L-shape.
But I've been keeping notes
of everything
since we got the keys.
Anything broken, off kilter,
or asymmetrical.
Plumbing stuff.
Electrical, ventilation.
I used a stud finder
to measure
the splits between joists.
Dennis, is there anything
different in these prints
than what you've found?
- Uh, not really.
They all seem to line up.
Although, when I called Tony,
to complain about
the water pressure,
he told me they were supposed
to install a booster pump
on the third floor to increase
the water pressure.
But it hasn't happened because
River and I still can't get
consistent pressure.
Sorry, uh, it's not about me.
Um... I checked the floor.
I can't find the room.
Well, my team scoured
the building,
and I don't remember a doorway
off this hallway.
So, are you saying there
might be a secret room
20 feet away from
the elevator shaft?
All right, thank you.
Uh...
I was gonna get to that.
Did you ever wanna live
there?
Of course I did.
Because all the obsessing and...
list keeping.
Just seems like you were always
looking for a way out.
I don't want a way out.
I want you to be happy.
I want you to be safe.
All of this is
because I care, River.
I was happy, Dennis.
And now I just feel...
♪
I don't know what to feel.
♪
Well, uh...
(Frustrated sigh)
Should be...
around the next corner.
(Construction noise
in distance)
(Loud thuds)
All right, well,
this should be it.
(Knocking echoes on wall)
(Floor plan plops)
Thanks for coming
and doing this.
This might be good for me.
(Sledgehammers thudding,
drywall cracking)
(Drywall cracking
and clattering)
(Donovan sighs)
Donovan: Looks like they just
walled up this whole room.
(Latch creaks and thuds)
(Door clunks then creaks)
Doubt we're gonna find
a light switch in here.
(Sniffing)
Strong smell of bleach.
(Cockroaches skitter)
Ah! Ugh!
I don't like cockroaches.
There's something
under here.
(Sniffs) Oof! Yeah.
Donovan.
We need to iDent in here.
- Yeah.
- Hey, look at this.
Dog camera.
(Suits crinkle)
(Door clunks)
There's another one
here, too.
So, the captors weren't
just holding him here,
they were communicating
with him as well.
This must be how they
got him in here.
(Knocking echoes)
Donovan: It's locked
from the other side.
(Tape crinkles)
Is that someone's closet?
Someone who...
(Donovan's phone rings)
(Grunts)
Yeah, Malik?
- Hey, Mac.
Using our timeline, age,
and body type of our John Doe,
I think I've found our guy.
His name is Evan Bosch.
He's a choreographer
for the Toronto Ballet Conservatory.
Who went missing two weeks ago.
(Knocks)
(Door creaks open)
♪
(Clothes rustling)
(Grunts)
Cori: You just couldn't
help yourself.
Cori?
Another dancer presses
charges against you,
and you have the nerve
to come to us for help.
After all these years,
we were finally safe from you.
You came into our home.
You're making a terrible
mistake, but...
it's not too late.
We can figure it out together.
- Just say it.
- What?!
What do you want me to say?
Cori: The truth!
Kana: Admit what you did to us
and what you did to that new
girl and we'll let you go.
Are you recording me?
(Cockroaches skittering)
People will be looking for me,
Cori. It's been two days.
Cori: How many have there been?
None! There have been none!
Then why ask us
to lie for you?
Kana: If you haven't done
anything wrong,
then why aren't you calling
out for help?
Is it because if someone
found you here,
you'd have to explain why two
women are keeping you prisoner?
(Sighs)
I need water.
Please, Cori?
(Grunts)
(Pail clanging)
(Vomit splatters)
(Grunting and gasping)
(Emotional)
You won't help me.
(Gasping)
After all I did for you.
All I ever did was make
all of you better!
I... I improved you!
Cori: By poking and prodding
at us like cattle?
Weighing me every day?
Ah, everyone knows they
have standards.
Standards.
I had an eating disorder
at 17.
(Laughs) Oh, boo hoo!
Eh, chubby little Cori.
Kana: That didn't stop you,
did it?
(Frustrated sigh)
Evan: I expected that kind of
manipulative garbage from her, Kana.
(Emotional)
Not from you.
Cori: This would all be over
if you would just say it.
Well, what difference
would it make?
Anything I say will seem
coerced in the eyes of the law.
Meaningless.
(Grunting)
Kana: Just admit it to us,
and it'll be just like you
said... meaningless.
(Evan moans)
Uh, I think we all know
what happened here.
It's not like we don't already
know the outcome.
He abused these girls
when they were younger.
They're refusing to talk
and this footage
only hurts their case.
There's more.
This whole thing lasted six
days, and then...
(Girls sobbing frantically)
Cori: Just do something!
Kana: I'm trying!
(Sobbing)
Oh no!
♪
Cori: He was never gonna say it
and now he never will.
(Girls sobbing on video)
You have a first aid kit?
You said you were
the coroner, Dr. Cooper?
Jenny.
And before that I was
an ER doctor,
and I noticed you were fussing
with your bandaid,
so I wanted to uh,
see if you wouldn't mind if I
could just take a look at it.
Yes, I do mind.
It's nothing.
- Okay.
(Deep inhale)
Ballet is a tough world.
You start so young.
You gotta grow up so fast.
- You dance?
- Mainly in my kitchen.
(Chuckles) Alone.
I did have to grow up
fast, though.
So, I understand
what that's like.
If you'll let me, I'd like
to just take a quick look.
(Siren wails in distance)
(Kana sniffles)
Jenny: Thank you.
(Bandage ruffling)
I'm just uh, gonna put some
antiseptic on it.
And then, redress the wounds
until we can get proper
attention, okay?
(First aid items crinkling)
I noticed that uh,
Evan had the same bite marks
but Cori didn't.
It's-it's not what
you're thinking.
Not thinking anything.
I'm uh...
just here to help.
(Hands clap)
However I can.
Okay?
(First aid bag crumples)
All right.
(Zipper whizzes)
Choreographers are
kind of like coaches.
It's all about what they
can get your body to do
on stage.
And they push your physicality
so far past its physical limitations,
that your body doesn't even
feel like yours anymore.
You just become this vessel
for other people
to put their art into.
And that can be so beautiful
to be the living embodiment
of somebody else's creation.
But...
- I mean, they can forget
that there's a human
being in there.
(Teary inhale)
And you just start so young,
that you don't actually
see it for the violation
that it is.
So, when Evan started
to force himself on me,
(Emotional inhale)
it just felt like the natural
progression of...
his ownership over my body.
(Inhales)
- Did you um...
did you know about any
of the other dancers?
No.
(Shaky inhale) Not until we had
left the Conservatory
and joined a company.
Cori let it slip one night.
That he had done
the same thing to her.
And...
and we wanted to leave it
all in the past,
but then, he came into our
safe space and...
and even then, Cori didn't
wanna tell the police.
♪
There was this door
that we found
in the back of my closet,
(Sobs) and we dragged
the body in there,
but we were just making
things up as we went.
Right.
So the plan was just to...
scare him into confessing.
We thought it would take
a few hours.
(Shaky inhale)
Oh, we were naive
to think he'd ever admit it.
He had too much to lose.
That's when you started
to go in and...
see him on your own.
I thought that...
(Catches breath)
if I went in there,
without Cori,
and without the cameras,
that he might tell the truth.
I was his favourite.
He would always say.
Look, and I know how stupid
that sounds.
No, that's not stupid.
He manipulated you
from a very young age.
He... groomed you.
This is uh,
this is not your fault.
(Kana Sobs)
Yeah, and even then,
we were gonna let him go,
but then we came back and...
(Sobs) and we found him dead.
(Sobs)
And that's when you put him
down the elevator shaft.
Tony had told us that the
cement was getting poured
and we knew we had this
small window of opportunity.
So (Inhales) we took it.
(Emotional exhale)
I hated him
for what he did to us,
but I didn't wanna see him die!
I believe you.
Would you talk to Detective
McAvoy?
He can help you,
and I trust him.
I trust him with my life.
- Okay.
- Okay.
♪
What do they do from here?
Well, someone's dead so,
that complicates it.
Is the coroner's office
any closer to a ruling?
(Inhales) I just can't wrap
my head around
how rapidly he developed scurvy.
Well, I have a guess.
I did a social media scrape
after IDing him.
The guy just talked about
keto this and keto that,
and I was like,
"Eat an orange, Nro!"
- Malik, you're a genius.
- I am?
I am! Heh.
No, the-the adverse
effects of keto
is nutrient deficiency
and kidney stones,
which can get infected
and can cause sepsis.
(Jenny's phone rings)
Will you tell uh,
tell Donovan that uh,
that it's looking like
an accidental death.
This is good for Kana
and Cori's case, yeah?
(Exhales)
- Hadn't crossed my mind.
Peggy. Where are you?
I went to the flower shop.
I ran out of white
calla lilies.
Been out chasing suppliers
all day.
But I'm here at the shop now.
Hey, look, I uh...
I found your pills. Um...
do you wanna...
do you wanna talk to me?
I mean, if you wanna
talk to me about anything.
You don't need to worry
about that
when you've got so much else
to think about.
You know what? Don't move.
I'll be right there.
(Flowers crinkling)
♪
Oh!
(Footsteps quicken)
(Sobs)
I'm so sorry.
(Girls sobbing)
I'm so, so sorry.
Look, we're gonna be with you
every step of the way
through this. Okay?
Yeah.
Thank you for calling, Detective.
You're okay. It's okay.
Go on.
(Girls breathing shakily)
(Footsteps recede)
(Donovan inhales
and exhales deeply)
I guess you were right
to hate it.
(Emotional sigh)
(Tape crinkles)
River,
I wasn't right.
(Footsteps approach)
I was an ass.
I was so crazy and obsessive.
(Deep inhale)
I didn't even stop worrying
long enough
to enjoy the fact that
we're moving in together.
That I actually
get to live with you.
So, you do still wanna
live together?
Yes.
(Acting)
A million times, yes!
(Laughs)
I just...
I wanted our first home
together to be perfect.
- Perfect, schmerfect.
- Hmm.
My perfect home
is wherever you are.
(Relieved sigh)
♪
Besides, the crime scene
and the cockroaches,
are quirks that only
add to the charm.
Just like your quirks.
- (Laughs) Oh.
I think that was a compliment?
- It was. (Giggles)
- Was it a compliment?
(Giggling)
(Doorbell rings)
Oh, man.
I should get that.
You don't have to.
(Door clunks open)
(Surprised gasp)
Donovan: Hey. Well, we figured
the party was off,
but uh, you two could use
a hand.
Maybe ease some of Dennis'
stress.
I'm real good with my hands.
Well, I'm not,
so I brought these,
and they're cold.
- Perfect. (Chuckles)
Come on in.
- (Laughs) All right.
How you doin', man?
I'm okay.
Thanks for coming.
So, what's the news
on the neighbours?
Uh, they're being
taken care of.
And there may be some hope.
I talked to the Crown Attorney
and major charges may be
undesirable to pursue.
With more victims
coming forward,
this can be argued as a case
of self defence gone wrong.
I know our office is supposed
to be impartial but...
Impartially, that guy
got what he deserved.
Yeah, sepsis due to
untreated scurvy.
Hmm, no, karma...
due to untreated evil.
(Beer burbles)
So, tell us about this
amazing place of yours.
Okay, well,
uh, the building
was built in the 60s,
and I just heard recently
- that Buffy Sainte-
- Marie herself
used to hang out between here
and the Purple Onion
while she was writing
her Vietnam protest song.
(Door clunks, lock beeps)
(Footsteps thud)
(Door clunks)
♪
(Footsteps shuffle to a stop)
(Keys jingle)
(Door clunks,
explosion blasts)
♪
(Glass clinking)
(Flames crackling)
♪
♪