- Jenny Cooper.I'm the new Coroner.
- Donovan McAvoy.Homicide.
(Pills rattle)
- You okay?
- Sometimes I... I see thingsin my peripheral vision.
I'm here with my son.It's too early.
- I got it.- But we can still...
we can still be friends.
- Your father,what a brutal gambler.
He lost $250 grand,and then he lost your house.
- (Emotional exhales)- But he loved you--
He loved--- Please stop.
It just feels likesomeone else's life.
- (Calming breaths)
Anything I say stays private,right? Just--
Unless I intend to-to harmsomeone or myself.
- And, do you? Intend to?
- No I just-I...
I don't want you calling upthe Chief Coroner be like,
"that, that Jenny she uh...
she's crazy".
- You are not crazy.
- (Big inhale and exhale)
So um...
so I've been seeing dogsor, a...
a...
a dog.
(Dogs barking)
♪♪♪
(Dog barking)
- River.- On it.
- He's found something.
- That dog is way too happy.
- (Laughs) Sweet.He thinks it's a game.
♪♪♪
- Make friends with the dog.
- But the dog is not real.
- Treat it like it is.
Crouch down.
Hold your hand out.
Let it sniff you.
Sense you're not a threat.
- He's a-he's...
he's beautiful.
- Off!
- Can I um...
can I?- Yeah.
Stay.
- Hey.
Hi.- (Panting)
- It's okay.
It's okay. You can trust me.
- (Panting)
- What are you doing?
(Birds chirp)
(Footsteps rustlein the foliage)
(Camera shutter clicks)
River: It's a hand.
McAvoy: I know,with a bit of arm, too.
- A bit of...?
- It's coyotes, with rats,raccoons and foxes
feeding on what's left.
Dwayne: Animals didn'tdismember him.
- You see this arm?
It was severed mid-bone.
(Dog barking)
- Get a grid going -measure out from here.
Pull some soil samples, too.
♪♪♪
- So our victim is an adult,
20's to 40's.
Lean. And what's left of hisclothes -
some kind of professional?
Uh, no wallet, tattoo,
any obvious implants or,or injuries.
Nothing to give us a name.
- Fingerprints?- We'll soak him.
See if we can get anythingout of him.
- DNA, then.
- Yeah, I need somethingto match it to.
- What if he's notin the system?
(Dog barking)
- It's the head!
(Liquid dripping)- So he was shot?
- Yep. Here.
At close range.
- The defect is externallybevelled.
This is the exit wound.
- And any guess on whatwas used to dismember him?
- Uh...
I don't like guesses.
- Is there a butcher nearby?
- Uh, Santo's down the street.
- Go. Before everything's cutup. You're gonna need bones.
Lots of bones.
(Door whirs open)- Dr. Cooper?
Photo approximation.
It's amazing whatwe can get from DNA.
He was uh... dreamy.
Kim: Dammit.
- Why? You recognize him?- I think so.
I think it's him.His wife reported him missing
when he didn't come homeone night.
- How long ago?- Maybe a month?
She was hysterical.
Screaming that he'd beenkidnapped.
- I remember this.
We checked it out.Asked around campus.
Nothing.
- Here.
- Yeah. Gideon Kamau.
Husband to Daraja.Dad to bump in mom's belly.
- She was pregnant?- He was a computer prof.
Yeah. He was teaching here,on loan from...
West Lagos University.- Yeah. Nigeria.
- Where he was supposed to bereturning end-of-summer.
But she couldn't fly,'cause of the baby.
It was a thing.
(Baby cries)- I know, it's awful.
I know.
Okay, but there we go.
There we go.
I'm sorry but we needyour daughter's DNA
to match your husband's.
- I want to see my husband.
- We don't even know that
it's Gideon yet.
- I don't need the results.
You will show me his body.
I know his body.
- Not like this.
- You don't understand.
- Mrs. Kamau, would you tell mewhy you thought
your husband would havebeen kidnapped?
- Do you know what my husbandsjob is?
- He's a Professor.He works with computers.
- No.
He's a hero.
Who used computersto better connect
marginalized communitiesin Africa.
Not everybody was a fanof his mission.
There were many threats.
Then he gets invited here,to Canada,
to come and teach idiotstudents how to replicate it.
- He sounds brilliant.
- He believed that sharinginformation
was worth any price.
Including abandoninghis wife and his child.
(Baby begins to fuss and cry)
(Siren wails in the distance)
(Baby cries)
♪♪♪
(Tires crunch)
(Shuts engine off)
(Rain patters)
♪♪♪
- Loving the house, Jenny.
Well, it's embracingnatures elements.
- You're a liar, Matty-o.
- No, I think he's actuallyenjoying it.
- Hmm.
- In other news,
we can't find anybodyto replace you on relay.
Coach wants to pull someonefrom the wrestling team.
- (Small laugh) Who?
- Dale McGettigan.
- He is wiry.
- He's a wrestler.
He belly flops into the pooland sinks. He's no you.
(Phone rings)- (Small laugh)
Hmm.
A ringing phone is now my life.
One sec.
Hello?
- She's awesome.
- Did she call youto come out here?
- She's worried about you.
So am I.
- You have some pizzaon your face.
Just... I'll get all thatfor you.
- You got it?- A little bit, I think--
- (Splat)
Oh, now you have some pizzaon your face.
(They laugh)
♪♪♪
(Engine rumbles)
(Students chatter)
(Car rumbles up)
(Door opens)
- Take your time.
- We have five minutesuntil Doctor Kamau's class.
- You don't have to be hereat all.
- Yeah. Well, I wanna be.
- But technically,you're doing my gig.
- And karmically,I'm here for the wife.
The lab called last nightwith the DNA results.
I was on the phone for overan hour listening to her cry.
- Well, next time,finish dinner. Then call.
- The only reason she's stillin Canada
is because she thought that you
were gonna find her husbandalive.
- We looked for him.- Not hard enough.
You screwed up.
- Excuse me.Is this Gideon Kamau's class?
Lori: It was.
- Excuse me! Could you all holdoff for a sec?!
I'm Detective McAvoy.Homicide.
So what was professorKamau like?
- Soft-spoken. Generous.
Genius.
- Did you meet his family?- His wife.
He loved his wife.They had us over.
The backyard.He barbecued.
Hey. Did she ever haveher baby?
- He was threatened onceby a warlord.
A warlord,can you believe that?
But that was Africa. Not here.
- Africa's a big continent.
- When was the last timeyou saw him?
- The night he disappeared.
I said goodnight,then booked it.
But the Professor, he--
(Realizing)If I had stayed,
would it've been me?
- (Frustrated exhale)
- I'm the reason he was here.
- Why is that?
- I convinced the departmentto pay for him and his wife.
Oh my God. His wife?
How is she?- Not great.
- Understandable.
Considering the police triedto make her believe
he was a thief.
- A thief?
- The night he disappearedthere was a robbery.
- And what was taken?
- Obsolete computer equipmentfrom the storage room.
- Thank you.
♪♪♪
I've been going throughDr. Peterson's
old pathology reports--- Why?
- Because.
We are looking for someonewho shot,
and dismembered Gideon Kamau.
I mean, how often do killersdismember their victims?
- Not often.- Right?
Well, there's another case.
Uh, attempt at dismemberment.
Maybe there is a pattern.
- Oh, so you might've screwedthis one up,
not linking the two?
- My office, maybe. Not me.
(Traffic whooshes, cars honk)
- Dwayne. Hey, c'mere.
I need a second opinion.
(Papers ruffle)William Webber.
Uh, 32, single.
Hoarded obsoletecomputer equipment.
Dwayne: Slipped on wateron his balcony.
Fell into a planter.Bled out from a cut.
- That's a bizarre way to die.
- Well, that's whatDr. Peterson said it was.
- You don't agree?
- "Death by planter"? No.
- No. These are chop mark,not a laceration.
The edges are clean, defined.
Could be the same tool usedto dismember Gideon Kamau.
- Okay. Computersand a really bad cut.
You have anything moreto link the two?
- William Webber diedthe same night
that Gideon Kamau went missing.
- Okay, that's more.
(Playful snort, giggle)
(Birds chirp)
(Truck rumbles up)Ross: (Playfully) Stop. Stop.
(Door opens)
- Who's that?
(Door shuts)
- It's a-it's carpenter-guy.
Mom's got him fixing the bridgeover the stream out back.
- Hey! It's rude watching otherpeople work!
- (Laughs)
- Phew. (Laughs)
- Okay. So when are you comingback?
- Uh, I'm-I'm not sure.
- Monday?
Monday after?
I can email notes and homework,but at some point
you're gonna have to actuallycome to school.
- I can't.
- Are you depressed?
- Obviously.
- All right.So let's go for a run.
Or a hike.
Or swim!In that stream you got.
- Yeah. And then let's dopush-ups, sit-ups.
Trig homework. Biology.World History.
Undergraduate studies,
and then years and yearsof med school after that.
You know, my dad did.And now he's dead.
So I don't really seethe point.
- So do nothing, then?That's it?
- Uh, you know what?
You should go back to the city.
Seriously, go...
be with Dale McGettigan.
- (Laughs)
♪♪♪
Don't... be a dick.
- I don't know what to be.
- Well, figure it out,
and stop beating up onthe people who love you.
Okay.
Call me tomorrow.
(Footsteps thud,heavy sigh)
- Dr. Jenny Cooper--
- Yeah. You must be digitalforensics?
- Or Lucy.- There you go.
- I've never meta Coroner before.
I thought you'd all be oldand creepy.
Sorta like I thoughtall detectives
would have trench coatsand drinking problems.
Okay. So wow, this computeris older than me.
- It belonged to a man namedWilliam Webber.
He had a home businessdoing virus removal,
and data conversion.
- Yeah. We're tryingto link him
to the murder of a Nigerianuniversity professor.
- Okay. Specifically,what am I looking for?
- Anything Nigerian.Or university.
- Okay. Give me a week.
- Uh, I'll stay.
Help you sort through material,if you don't mind.
- I usually work alone.- She minds.
- So six? Six tonight?
(Footsteps crunchin the foliage)
♪♪♪
(Effort grunts)
(Footsteps splash)
- What?
- I wasn't watching you work.
- Yes, you were.You're still doing it.
- No, I'm not.I'm talking to you.
- Hey, can you hand methe sledgehammer, please?
- Uh, yeah.
(Footsteps splash)
Oof! (Splash!)
- You okay?
Jesus.
- (Exhales)
- Yeah, maybe you shouldjust watch me work.
- Yeah.
- Good job.
(Approaching footsteps)
- Here. Everyone William Webberdid business with
in the last three months.
- Uh, anything Nigerian?
- Nope.Not even Nigerian-adjacent.
But I found this...
- "The God Abyss" by Dylan Lee?
- It came off of this.
Dylan Lee asked Webberto retrieve the data off it.
But he couldn't becausethe disk was corrupted.
Lucky for us,Lucy is a genius.
- This was writtenten years ago.
- And Dylan Lee was supposedto meet Webber
the night he died.
- Well...
I guess we better talk to him.
Thank you.
(Gate creaks)
(Footsteps thud on the stairs)
(Knocking)
- If anything gets weirdI'll handle it.
(Door creaks open)
- Hi.- I'm Jenny Cooper,
I'm with the Coroner's Office.
Your nails are amazing.- Thank you.
I love sparkles,they make me happy.
Yeah. This took me hours.
And I still have to dothe other hand.
Male voice: Amanda!
- Is that Dylan Lee?- Hey.
- What did you sayyour names were?
- Our names aren't important.
William Webber - remember him?
- I can't remember.Uh, William Webber...?
- Yeah. You, you had a oldcomputer disc.
It had a manuscript on it -
"The God Abyss", by Dylan Lee?
- You have it?- The disc?
- The book. Either.
That's it. I-I sent it to thatguy that you mentioned.
- William Webber?- Right. Right. Exactly.
And then um,
he never got back to me.
And that's my only copy.
- It's evidence now.- It's mine, though.
- You'll get it back onceit's no longer evidence.
(Object thuds loudly)
- Is someone else here, Dylan?
- No, just-just me and Amanda.
(Nervous chuckle)
- Is this really your place,Dylan?
- It was my mom's.
Um, she died this year.
And my dad, the year before.
This is their, their place.Their stuff.
- What did they do?- Made honey.
- They were beekeepers?- Sure.
- Do you mind if we takea look around?
- Oh, I can-I can show youaround.
Just so you know, though,me and Amanda,
are a bit messy so.(Chuckles)
- Right.- Please go ahead.
I wanna ask Amanda a little bitmore about her nails.
- All right.
- This is amazing.
Yeah. Teach me.
- So there are special brushesyou can buy.
But I'd probablyjust lose them.
Or destroy them.
You kinda have to clean themregularly.
Do you wanna see the restof my designs?
You can follow me.I go by 'A-M-AN',
then 'NAILZ' with a zed.
- I... I actually don't dosocial media.
- What?
Okay. I will sign you up!
Come on.
(Both chuckle)
- Okay.
- And you said you werethe Coroner?
- Mhmm. Yeah.
- Who died?
- Uh, William Webber.
Dylan knew him.
Or was supposed to meet himthe night he died.
Also Gideon Kamau.He was a professor.
He had a young wife.
A newborn baby girl.
- My mom died last year.
- Oh. I'm really sorry.
- Dylan's too.
It was the worst.
But we really helped each other.
I'm sure you must meeta lot of people
who know people who've died.
- I do. Yeah.
- What do you say to them?
- I say that I am...
really sorry.
And then I sit down.
So they know I'm not goinganywhere.
- (Small laugh)
Here. You're following me now.
And your password's "Amanda",so you don't forget.
- (Laughs)
Got it.
- Let's take a selfie.
- (Reluctant) Oh.- Please.
- Okay.
(Laughs)(Camera shutter clicks)
McAvoy: You have a basement?Dylan: Yeah, I do.
- Where is it?
- Right over here.
- Uh, will you excuse mefor just a sec.
- Mhmm.
- It's locked.- It's rented out.
Tenant's not home.You'd hear him usually.
His-his music. TV.Video games.
- Oh. Can I just takea quick look?
- Well, legally, I'd have togive him a 48 hours notice.
- I can come backwith a warrant.
- Please. Yeah.
I'd like to know what'sgoing on in my own basement.
- Okay.I think we're good here.
Thank you.
Both of you.
I can't wait to seeyour other designs.
- I hope you like them.
- Yeah. We'll let you know ifthere's anything else we need.
- Right. Have a good night.
(Door opens and shuts)
- You lied?
We don't have a tenant, Dylan.
- Yeah, but I got nervous.
When they came in,it was just you and me.
- Yeah. And Storm,
in the basement.
- Yeah. Exactly.What I should have said was
"my buddy, Storm, is hangingout in the basement".
If I said that any later...?
(Keys jingle, lock clicks)
Well, that would have lookedweird.
- Yo, what did they want?
- Just asked about some deadcomputer guy.
Oh, and a Prof from U of T.Nothing to do with us.
Right, Amanda?
- Yeah.
Right.
(Door shuts)
(Spoon clanks)
Ross: (Amused chuckle)
(Spoon clanks)
(Crunching food)
- Hey. Hey, what time is it?
- It is...
hmm... six-thirty.
You slept through your alarm.
- Why didn't you wake me up?
- Hey, who's Dylan Lee?
- Don't read that, that's um,
that's evidence.
- What if I already followedhim on Twitter?
- What?
- I totally stanned him. Um...
yeah, "Love the book.
Save the world, dude.Hashtag
thankyoufornotwritingaboutzombies.
- Okay. Just um,stop it. and don't--
Just Un-stan him.
Or if he responds,don't stan back.
- Okay. That's not how you usethe word stan though but uh...
- It this your dad's shirt?
- Yeah. I took it fromthe donation pile.
- Plan on wearing it to school?
- I'm actually helping Liamwith the bridge.
- No.- I worked all yesterday.
We stripped it downto the support beams.
- No, Ross, you skipped school.Again.
- Yeah. For work.
- His work.That's Liam's job.
- And mine.'Til I find a real one.
- Ross, honey, I can't keepcalling the school,
and telling them you needmore time. Okay?
You cannot drop out.
Hey, you need to makeyour school year.
It's the one thing your dadwould've wanted.
- I will. Eventually.
Probably.
- What about Matteo? Hm?
- I think I might break upwith him.
- Okay. So you would ratherdump your boyfriend
than go back to school?
- Yeah. I don't need your help.
Not with Matteo,and not with school.
(Car honks)
- That's Liam.- No.
Hey. Stay.
Hey, c'mere.
I don't want him workingfor you.
- Okay. He's a horriblecarpenter.
- (Sighs)
- I'm not gonna tell himthat we...
- Yeah. Good.
- That's for you to do.
- (Long exhale)
I wish my husband were here.Just--
Sorry--- No. No offence taken.
- He was-he was good with the...
the teenage moods.
- Oh.
- You've got all the safetystuff?
Like gloves and goggles and...
- Hard hats,and bullet proof vests...
- (Chuckles)
Very funny.
- I won't let your kid get hurt.
- Okay.- Mhmm.
- Go to work.On one condition...
you gotta pass your school year.
- Ah--- Figure it out, Ross.
(Rain patters)
Liam: Okay.
(Traffic whooshes)
♪♪♪
(Light thuds)
♪♪♪
(Bag thuds)
(Door opens)
♪♪♪
(Bag thuds)
(Door shuts)
♪♪♪
(Ominous music)
(Door creaks open)
♪♪♪
(Hard whack)
(Bones clatter)
Dwayne: Not even close.
- (Frustrated exhale)
Dwayne: That's everything.
Shovel. Cleaver.Garden hoe. Ax.
- Hatchet?- We tried it.
The blade... that was used onGideon Kamau,
is similar but narrower.
- Tell her about the missingpiece.
- There is a piece missing.
- You wanna tell me about it.
- A cervical spine's supposed to have seven vertebrae, right?
- Mhmm.
He's only got six.
- We think seven was severedin the dismemberment.
(Phone rings)
- Alison Trent,Coroner's Officer.
I'm looking right at her.
I definitely will.
- What's wrong?- There's a threat.
- What kind of a threat?
- Building Security saysstay here.
Don't leave, don't go anywhere.
- There! (Crying)
That's her.
I couldn't remember your name.I-I said Coroner,
and then, then Lady Coroner--
- No. Get on your knees.
- Stop yelling at me!
- Police are on their way.- Amanda...
- See? See? She knows me.We-we're friends.
- What's with the gun?
- I found it in the basement.
It's-it's not Dylan's, though.- Okay.
Then who's it belong to?- Storm.
- And who is Storm?- Dylan's friend. No.
No, he's a guy.
He's a weirdo.
He thinks he's Dylan's friend,but Dylan hates him.
We both do.
D-Dylan covered for him.
Last night, when the policeasked to see the basement.
Probably because he knewthat Storm was downstairs
with that.- Hey! Hey. It's okay.
It's good. Okay?
Just-just pleaseput the gun down.
- I'm really scared.- I know you are.
Just please put it down.
(Light clank)
Good. Now come to me.
(Rushed footsteps shuffle)Man: Go! Go-go-go-go.
- (Crying)
- Alison? Get me an evidencebag please?
- But there's a procedure.
- Which is?
- First, Amanda hasto surrender the gun.
- She's done that.
- No. Not to us.To the police.
- I called them.- But when they get here,
they'll have to P.R.O.V.E. it.
- No. It's a gun. With bullets.I-I looked.
- Yeah. I-I think, I think"Prove" is an acronym.
- "P": point the firearmin a safe direction.
"R": remove all ammunition--
- Alison. Alison.Just please get me a bag?
Hey...
- (Crying)
- Oh hey. You finishedyour other hand.
- Yeah. This morning.
- Hey. Just stay herefor a second. Okay?
- Okay.
Alison. Go to Amanda.Look at her nails.
Engage in a lengthy conversationabout them, okay?
While I call Detective McAvoy.
- Will do.- Thanks.
- Hey.- Hey.
- Holly cow.
- Detective McAvoy?
We are going to need thosewarrants.
- Just wait in here, okay?
Have a seat.
♪♪♪
(Pills rattle)
- What's that?- Hm.
It's just an Aspirin.
- I...I have a headache.
- Oh, uh, that was my last one.
But let me uh, let me askAlison see if she has one.
Alison?!
Hey, do you have an aspirin?
- In a second.
- Have a seat.
- So...
what happens now?
- Well, um,
gun have a serial numberson them,
which helps us trace them backto their owners.
- Yeah, but what if it is...
Dylan's?
- Amanda? The gun thatwe're looking for
was used in a murder.
- I can't go back there.
- Do you have any relativesthat you can call?
Any friends with a spare couchor...?
- Uh... what about you?
And... and your couch.
- Oh um, I don't-I don't livein the city.
- That's even better.
Safer.
- And I have a son.- Is he cute?
(Small laugh)- He has a boyfriend.
- Then he is cute.And probably funny, too.
- You need aspirin?- Uh, for Amanda.
And she's gonna needa place to stay
even if just for the night.
Uh, maybe at any sheltersthat'll--
- No. I did thatwhen my mom died.
I can't do that again.
- Okay. Thanks.
Hey. Oh.Once sec.
- The gun is the same caliberthat killed Professor Kamau.
- Did you get the warrant?
- Warrants. Plural.For the Parkdale house
and the apiary in Cannington.
- That's Dylan's parents' place.
- Uh, we're just gonna go takea look, okay?
- I shouldn't have broughtthe gun in.
I...
- Hey, Amanda, yes.
Yes, you should have. Okay?
You absolutely didthe right thing.
You need to be patient.Okay?
You need to let ustake care of you.
- The best thing I can dois get her a voucher
for a hotel room.- Okay. Do that.
- Anyplace is fine.
- Okay.
(Wood splinters)Mcavoy: Freeze!
Police search warrant!
Officer: Go! Go! Go! Go!Move!
(Footsteps thud)
Officer: Clear!
♪♪♪
Officer: All clear!
- All right, Tee,you check upstairs.
The Coroner and I'llbe downstairs.
(Footsteps thud on stairs)
♪♪♪
(Footsteps creak on stairs)
♪♪♪
Officer: Clear!
- There is a saw.- No.
The wounds were madewith a chopping tool.
- All right. We'll Luminol allthe hell out of the floor.
See what we can get.
♪♪♪
- All right, you stay hereand conduct your search.
I'm gonna head upto the apiary.
- No, I'm coming with you.- Why?
The gun connects Dylanto Kamau's killing.
The book connects himto William Webber.
The killings are connected.
How many times do youneed to say "I told you so".
- Well, I wanna be therewhen you catch these guys.
(Freezer creaks open)
- Whoa.
It's...- Blood.
What looks like a fingernail.
Someone was locked in here...
alive.
Alison: I don't want a shelterbed, I want a hotel room.
The place on the Lakeshore?
That's a hole, come on.
Call me back when you findsome place nice.
Okay.
- I'm hungry.
- I have a granola barin my bag.
I'm sorry, honey,I can't let you go outside.
- I-I need a toothbrush.
And deodorant. It's...
it's not like I packed.
- The police will bring thosethings at the hotel.
- Well, is the Coronergonna be with them?
- I'm giving youmy phone number.
Call it. Often.
Even just to say, "I'm lonely".
(Paper rips)
(Big exhale)
- Boy or a girl?
Well, you keep touching it.
Him or her.
(Phone rings,Amanda silences the phone)
- I don't know yet.
- Yeah. Surprises are the best.
Am I allowed to pee?
- Uh, yeah.
(Sighs) Okay.
♪♪♪
- (Nervous exhales)
Stop calling me.
- Amanda. Amanda - don't!
Please.
Hey.
Are you in the house right now?
- No.- Okay. Good.
Good-good-good-good.
'Cause there's these copseverywhere.
And I was so confused.And then I got nervous.
And then I was scaredsomething happened to you.
- Whose gun was in the basement?
- The cops know about that?
That's good. That's really good.
- It was Storm's, wasn't it?
- Amanda... baby. Hey.
Come meet me.
I love you so much.
I need to see you.
Please. Amanda please.
I need you.
I want us to get away from here.
Just us two.
- I want that, too.
- Where are you right now?
- Nowhere special.
- Come meet me. I miss you.
I need to see you please.
I love you so much, Amanda.
Please. Amanda please.
(Emotional exhales)
(Birds chirp)
(Tires crunch)
(Shuts engine off)
(Bees buzz)
(Doors open and shut)
(Footsteps crunchin the foliage)
(Crow caws)
- Hello?
Is anybody here?!
- Hello!
Looks pretty apocalyptic.
- Colony collapse.
- What happened?
- Pesticides, most likely.
(Footsteps crunch)
(Lock rattles)
- There's gotta be a back door.
Should we wait for the otherofficers?
- I'm not waiting.
- Okay.
(Hard kick)
(Sinister music)
♪♪♪
- That's professor Kamau's car.
- It must be.
- He was sittingin the passenger side.
- Whoever had the gunwas behind him
because the bullet went inthe back of his head,
and came out the forehead.
- And out the windshield.
♪♪♪
You think that's what theydismembered him with?
- Then this iswhere they did it.
- Looks like they triedto clean the place up.
- Just stay to the sides.- Yeah.
♪♪♪
What do you see?
- There is more blood, but...
(Glass rattles lightly)
- Is that...?
- The last pieceof Gideon Kamau.
- I'm putting out a BOLOfor Dylan Lee.
And this "Storm" guy,
does your fingernail friendknow his real name?
- I'll find out.
- This is DetectiveDonavan McAvoy...
- Amanda is not answeringher phone.
- (Worried exhale)I told her stay put.
Jenny: Where is she?
- She asked if she could go pee.
I should have gone with her.But I had paperwork to do--
- Alison.
- She got a phone call.- From who?
- She didn't answer. Uh...
Oh God, what if it wasthe boyfriend.
- Okay. Uh...
get security to check theentire building right now.
♪♪♪
- (Panicked exhales)
It's okay.
♪♪♪
(Calming breaths)
♪♪♪
(Readying exhale)
Amanda! Just--Amanda, it's Jenny.
Just-just call me back, okay?
I-I...
Dylan is not a good guy.Do not answer him.
Do not answer your calls.Do not talk to him.
Do not-do not go to him.
Okay? Just-just...
if you know where he isplease just tell us.
Okay. Just call me back.
I need to knowthat you're safe.
(Dog barks)
(Hesitant exhales)
(Dog barks)
- It's okay.
It's okay. Hey.
It's okay. Let's be friends.
(Dog pants)
Hey. Hey.- (Dog whimpers)
- No. no. Don't be afraid.Don't be afraid.
It's okay.No, no. It's fine. It's fine.
I'm friendly. Look,I'm friendly. C'mere.
C'mere.
(Dog barks)- It's okay.
Hey...
don't be afraid of me.
It's ok-- Hey... hey.
♪♪♪
Why...?
(Realizing)You're afraid of me.
♪♪♪
(Car rumbles up)
(Door opens)
- Dylan!(Door shuts)
♪♪♪
(Footsteps crunch)
(Music stops)