Danny?
Oh...
Good morning.
- You should have woke me. - Huh? Why? I got everything under control here.
I can't believe I slept so long.
Are you making a pie?
Lemon meringue.
Oh, honey, but it's Thanksgiving. My family's gonna
be expecting pumpkin, or apple... actually, they're gonna be
expecting both because it's a tradition.
What's your favourite kind of pie?
- Honey... - What is your favourite kind of pie?
- Lemon meringue. - Muah! We can start our own tradition.
- You ever made a pie before? - Ha! Ha! Ha!
Nope. But we've also never hosted Thanksgiving dinner before, have we?
So, if you'll excuse me, I gotta roll this dough.
Why don't you roll me instead?
Did you just look at your crust? Only because I have
to roll it while it's still cold... that's what the recipe tells me to do.
Fine. Turkey takes fives hours.
I'm not going anywhere.
Hey, you know something?
This is the first Thanksgiving that we've both had off
since we've been married.
And I invite my family. Somebody shoot me.
You're on bird duty, OK? Stuffing's in the fridge.
It's not too late to cancel.
- Yes, it is. - OK, seriously, my dad needs
an apple pie, or he's gonna spend the whole night pouting. Lemon meringue.
How many times do you think Ross mentions his golf membership?
- Maybe if you went with him once in a while... - I hate golf.
No, you hate my sister's husband.
I don't!
That better not be work. No, it's the thing downstairs.
Hello? - Hey, buzz me up.
- Lisa? - What? She's here already?
You are never gonna believe this.
- You're gay. - No.
- You're a dude. - Dad called. He's bringing his nurse girlfriend to dinner.
- What? Since when? - I know. Buzz me up.
What's up?
Chief. - King. Happy Thanksgiving. Don't even think about it.
And to you, sir. What's up?
I was wondering if you could have a look at something for me.
I bake you a pie.
It's a homicide. Young woman.
I'm expecting my family for dinner, sir.
A couple of hours tops.
Yeah, it's just that Danny and I are on point this year.
Honey... Send Spears or call Ingrid or something.
No, you're not leaving. Come on.
- Hello? - Is this very urgent, Chief?
Hard to say. Been looking at an old case of mine.
- And old case of yours? - Oh, that's right, King. I used to be a real police
officer. You know, I had a gun with bullets and everything. I'm sorry, Chief.
I didn't mean... How old is the case?
- Fifteen years. - We brined a turkey.
Oh, OK, so it can wait another day. I can review it tomorrow, right?
My lead suspect's in palliative care. Could die within days.
I'd like to put the bastard in jail before that happens.
Could you send me an email? I'd be more than happy to look at it after...
King, do for me what you do for everyone else.
Fresh eyes. You know, we could bounce things around.
Hey, Danny. Hope you don't mind.
Ross is spending some quality time with the kids,
and I am spending some quality time without them. Jess.
Bastard covered her face with a pillow and
stabbed her three times with a screwdriver.
Mother of an 18-month-old child. Oh, my god. You are not
bailing. Tell him you have cancer. I don't care.
- Lisa! - I need to talk to you. - It's the chief.
- And I am your sister. Say just a minute. - Sound pretty busy over there.
Could you hold on one sec, Chief? Thanks.
He just wants me to review an old case of his.
- He's the chief. Tell him to solve his own case. - Honey, are you going or not?
- Have your Thanksgiving. - Just a sec. He said it would only take an hour.
Dad only does this when he's serious.
I think he's gonna announce his engagement.
- What? - King.
King! - Uh, just a sec, Chief.
Forget I called, King. You enjoy your family.
Something I should have done more of.
- No, wait, wait, wait... - Jess.
- What? - Go.
- King. - Just a sec. Really?
Yes. Honey, honestly, you're halfway there already. Go.
I can handle all this. No, she's not going anywhere.
You are not going to work. You're making dinner. Chief, I'm on my way.
- Good stuff. - What are we gonna do with Dad's girlfriend?
I don't know. Get her a high chair?
I love you. Back in an hour.
- The deceased, - Isabelle Toomey,
21 years of age, her 18-month- old son Jackson was found
unharmed at the scene.
Victim was stabbed multiple times in the chest.
Your turn
- to change her. - Working!
- It's still your turn. - Goddamn, Marie,
I need to do this! I have my hands full.
- Oh, for the love of Mike! - For the love of Mike?
People really say that?
Who was that crying in the background?
That was Gabriella. Twins were born a month before
I got promoted to Homicide back in Windsor.
- Busy, busy. - Didn't sleep for three years.
- Hm. Just gonna lose my coat. - Team all got the weekend off?
- Yep. - Good. Good, good, good.
Martin keeps a bottle on his desk for emergencies, does he?
Not usually. He must have forgotten it.
Yeah, who can blame him?
I wouldn't give a glass of this to my cat.
What can I say? He's a vegan.
Where is Detective Spears this weekend?
I don't know. Probably with his new girlfriend or something.
Marie and the kids are at our sister's in Waterloo.
She's giving me a free pass on Thanksgiving this year.
- Free pass? - Well, almost free. It'll cost me a trip to Vegas
in February, but it's worth it.
If I have to listen to my jackass brother-in-law
talk about police brutality at the G20 one more time...
- Gotta love family. - Yeah. Gotta love 'em.
So, should we get started?
Everything's in the other room.
Let's put this killer away
before my turkey comes out of the oven.
Absolutely.
Lisa, if your father wants to marry some young nubile
nurse, you should just let him. It's just so transparent.
- What is? - His midlife crisis.
He's in his 60s, just had an angioplasty.
I think that's actually and end-of-life crisis.
Oh, don't say that. My father's not gonna die.
What are you doing now? Stuffing.
But first...
You think my sister's gonna make it back in time for dinner?
She'd better be. She's doing the gravy.
- Oh, my god. Mistake. - Why?
Have you had Jess's gravy?
Shouldn't you be at home with your kids or something like that?
Ross can get them dressed and bring them over. Besides,
I have one right here. She's been kicking me like a... linebacker.
Let me smell your beer. Come on. Just a...
a sniff before Ross gets here. Ross doesn't even let you smell booze?
His mother drank her way through all four pregnancies.
Blames her for being so... Boring?
Forgetful.
That smells really good.
- OK. - OK.
Let's slap this bird on the ass.
Cool. Check her.
Isabelle Toomey five years before her murder.
I had that t-shirt till my sister stole it. Stupid cow.
The picture was taken the night Isabelle hitched her way
to a Nirvana concert at Lee's Palace.
Nirvana at Lee's? I was at that concert.
- You were? - Yeah. - How was it?
Stinky, sweaty, and loud. It was... heaven on toast.
Well, maybe you bumped into Kenny Pham in the mosh pit.
Kenny and Isabelle met at the show.
Kenny followed her back to Windsor, where they got married.
I'm out of coffee. We can make another pot.
Feel like I need more caffeine.
Our loving couple moved into this houseboat
on the lake vista marina... basically a floating trailer park.
This could be my life in an alternate universe.
No. If it was, you would have been stabbed to death before your 22nd birthday.
And the husband's your suspect?
No. Kenny was working the salt ship at the time.
He was out on the lake. There's an alibi.
That's my guy. Albert Riggs.
He murdered Isabablle Toomey,
while her 18 month-old baby boy lay in his crib.
Jackson.
He was found by a couple of people from the marina,
crying but unharmed. He's still living with his dad,
just made varsity basketball.
I'm gonna go make a first pot.
What's the story on Albert Riggs?
He ran a store down on the marina...
smoked, supplies...
Her husband was away so Isabelle asked Riggs
for some help with some plumbing on her boat.
- Help her with plumbing... is that a euphemism? - Riggs thought so.
Come pay-up time, they got into a big fight.
A lot of boaters heard it.
Riggs made threats. Two days later, she was dead.
- Murder weapon? - Screwdriver. Never recovered.
But I bet one was missing from Rigg's toolbox.
No, they were all there.
One was brand new, never been used.
And you couldn't stick him for it?
No weapon; no witnesses saw him go in or
out of the boat on the night of the murder;
and his wife alibied him out. But you still
like him for it? Albert Riggs is pond scum.
He's a violent, vindictive son of a bitch who hates women. Who's gonna be dead
in a couple of days. Don't start. Sir...
No, King. I don't want Albert Riggs to die
thinking he got away with murder.
What would you like me to do, Chief?
Look at the file. Maybe there's something I missed.
Do you have videotaped interview of this guy?
I have a few, if we can find a VCR that works.
There's one in the briefing room. You just have to hook it up.
- You don't know how to do that? - I'm making the coffee.
It smells good already.
Clarkson's nice, good for the kids,
down by the lake, lots of green space.
Yeah, you got a great backyard.
You like it? You wanna mow it?
Aw...
What?
Oh, just, uh...
nugget's busting a move here.
You can sit down and I can finish the spuds, you know.
No, no, no. She's just excited.
You wanna... do you wanna feel?
Seriously?
I mean, yeah, sure. I mean, if you don't mind.
No. Come here.
Sometimes, um, it feels
like a cat in a bag.
Other times it feels like...
a whole universe is in your belly.
There she is.
Uh, that's gonna be Ross. We need anything?
No, no, no. Uh... we're good.
Hey, hon. No, everything's under control,
Danny's quarterbacking, I'm finishing the spuds.
She's at work. She'll be here.
Because she said she will.
Yeah, no, I'm not taking any bets. I'll see you soon.
She's gonna be here, right?
Where were you Friday night, Albert?
- So this is your guy. - Picking dew worms.
- Dew worms? - - Yeah, bait for the shop. Weekend was gonna be busy.
- Anyone with you? - My wife.
You and your wife.
Anyone else?
The worms, a bottle of bourbon...
OK, show me on the map
where exactly you, your wife, and the dew worms were doing your drinking...
I'm sorry to hear what happened to Miss Toomey,
but, hey, you know, she was a bitch.
Just show me where you were.
Smoking, three-piece suit.
Looks like 1975, not '95.
- It was Windsor. - Right there.
- What time did you get home? - Around midnight.
Went straight to bed.
What about your wife? Where was she?
She was right there with me.
Opening her legs.
You know, picking worms isn't much of an alibi.
Look, you really want to get in my face...
Maybe we should get you a booster seat.
Keep talking. I swear to God.
You let the short joke get to you?
- I was young. - You were 40.
- I was tired. - Right. The twins.
What about Riggs' wife?
Corroborates the story. I wanted to make an arrest,
but the crown said there wasn't enough to convict.
- Someone should have arrested you for that goatee. - That was the style.
- Oh, Chief, that was never the style. - Where do you want to start?
- Any DNA? - Lots of it. I got Isabelle,
the baby, Riggs, who claims it was dropped when he was fixing her plumbing,
the husband, the people who found her,
and a bunch of stupid cops who contaminated the scene.
Who found Isabelle?
Karen Wilson, another houseboat resident.
Heard the baby crying,
she woke up the kid who works the marina,
they boarded the boat, found the scene, called it in.
It would take me a week to get through one of these boxes, Chief.
It's too bad we just can't pay a visit.
He's in a hospice in Brampton.
We'll pick him up some flowers on the way.
If you want your guy in jail before he dies, he's gonna have to tell us he did it.
Coming, Chief?
...I can't believe they made you chief.
I thought there had to be a height requirement.
And the day they let women be cops...
I'm Detective Sergeant Jessica King.
And I ain't talking about that Toomey crap.
- We're not here to talk about Isabelle. - Hey, Graci, you still smoke?
We're here to talk about her son.
Jackson, the boy who never knew his mother.
Oh, yeah. Yeah, that can be tough a a kid.
What'd you say if I told you we had new DNA evidence in the Toomey case?
If you really had it... you wouldn't lead with it.
When was the last time you did something good,
Mr. Riggs? Something that made you feel good.
You want me to confess, huh?
We want you to tell the truth.
What are we gonna do, put you in jail?
You'd drop dead before we get you out of the driveway.
- Where'd you pick this one up? - Give the kid some closure, Riggs.
- You mean give you it. - I sleep well at night.
Yeah, sure. Hey, I'd love to help you out,
but... no.
- No. - No.
I spent the last 15 years of my life with this moron here
thinking that I'm a murderer.
You know what?
I can die with that too.
It doesn't make any difference.
Get out.
Get the hell out of here.
Well, here's the good news:
Riggs is dying alone, surrounded by grey people.
Worst fate ever.
His own special kind of hell, really.
Marie has cancer.
Chief. Sorry.
Breast.
She's been a rock through the whole thing.
Me, not so much. Kids don't know yet.
She was gonna tell them this weekend.
She thought it might be better if I wasn't there.
They have a system, the three of them. I respect that.
But that hospice, the smell...
You're not gonna drink that, are you? Maybe. Some of it.
How bad can it be?
Martin was gonna bring that to a party?
Go home, King. - Can't. - Go.
Chief. Sir, I interrupt this bad wine with a newsflash:
- What is it? - What if Riggs didn't do it?
I met him. He's dying.
He would have confessed. They always do. He didn't.
Albert Riggs murdered Isabelle Toomey.
- Who else did you look at? - Everyone.
You and Marie had just had the twins.
- King! - You were new to Homicide.
- It was Riggs. - You said it yourself. You weren't sleeping, and...
the record, and the threats... You had tunnel vision. It happens.
Did you ever think that the reason why you haven't been able
to get Riggs is because he didn't murder Isabelle Toomey?
Don't talk to me like I'm some second-rate detective!
Then stop acting like one.
Do you remember when you asked me to remind you when your non-filtered approach
overstepped professional boundaries?
I'm sorry, sir, about Marie.
Thank you.
...Did they catch it early? Yeah. So they say.
Early detection's...
Post-menopausal breast cancer is one of the most treatable.
It's gonna be fine.
You don't know that.
Well, we're here, right?
May as well have another look.
Squash is scooped, turkey in the oven.
I got a beer full of fridge, kickoff is moments away.
Break time.
- Oh, my god. Totally cute. - What's cute?
Jess. She just circles shoes she wants.
Yeah, you see, cute to you is overtime to me.
Yeah-hah. Living the dream.
Cold beer, bird in the oven, game on TV,
pregnant woman in the kitchen talking about shoes.
Guess you should have married me,
not Jess. That's not what I meant.
Look, Jess is at work,
OK? Even if she was pregnant, she's still be at work.
She could be in the middle of delivering triplets, and she'd be at work.
And she's my wife, Lisa, OK? I think I know my own wife.
Yeah, I've been her one and only sister
through, like, three husbands, two live-ins,
and, like, 14 serious crushes. I know Jess.
Maybe she's...
Never mind.
- You don't think we're gonna make it, do you? - Danny.
Do you? No, I'm asking you. Do you think we're gonna make it?
- You can't ask me that. - I just did. I'm asking you.
You can't. You can't ask me that. It's your marriage, not mine.
What are you doing in my house, then?
It's Thanksgiving, Danny. I'm being thankful.
And I'm basting a bird.
Kenny, I'll need to ask you a few questions.
If at any point you need to stop, you just let me know,
and we'll take a break. Let me just get this...
There. Tell me about Friday night.
I was away.
Away? Where exactly?
Aboard the Belfair. I work for Northern Marine Transport.
And the Belfair arrived back in Windsor at...?
Two a.m., sir.
Saturday morning, officer came up,
found me on deck.
Can you tell me what he said?
Uh, sure. Um...
"We're very sorry, sir."
He said, "sir".
Oh, G-God...
Oh, God...
I know this is difficult. Just a few more questions.
Let's take a break. Let's...
Boss.
Six hours of that.
Pretty wrecked.
Went on a weeklong bender the next day.
Bender would explain this: disorderly conduct charge.
Yeah, Kenny smashed some poolroom mirror.
We dropped it. Then six months later he remarried. Fast, I know.
Well, we can't hold that against him.
Are you gonna call Marie?
I'll wait. One of the girls might call after they talk.
Oh...
What?
Uh, in the logbook. I'm sure it's nothing you haven't...
- What? - Uh, it... I'm just... It's not...
It's like trying to communicate with dolphins.
- Kenny's Vietnamese, right? - Yeah.
More wine. Just a splash.
Martin. Hey, sorry to bother you.
Oh, right. Happy Thanksgiving.
Uh, how are your lentils?
OK, look, I'm at the office with the chief.
Quick question: you've been to Vietnam, right?
Yeah, my neighbours used to be Vietnamese.
How do they sign their names? Like, uh, signature.
Great. That's what I thought.
Thanks. Nope, no, no, that's it. Thanks. Bye.
What is it?
A Vietnamese man wouldn't sign his name this way.
There would be the last name first, plus a middle name.
Kenny was westernized. Nirvana, King.
No, it doesn't matter, Chief. It's a sign of respect.
It's the family name. It's the signature.
Did Pham sign a release?
Yeah.
It's somewhere here.
This is someone else's signature.
Kenny Pham wasn't on that boat.
How's the family? How's Jackson?
He's great. We're all going to Stella's parents for dinner.
Kenny Pham,
this is Detective Sergeant Jessica King from Major Crimes.
Must be pretty big, you're bringing me in on a long weekend like this.
We tend to get a lot more done when it's quieter around here.
Actually, I was just telling her how impressive I found you,
the way you managed to rebuild your life after Isabelle's murder.
Well, I've had lots of help.
- Sit, sit. - Coffee?
- Black is good. - I can't guarantee the quality.
I'm sure Kenny's had worse out there on the boats.
That was a long time ago.
Yeah.
Thanks.
Jessica here brings a special kind of eye to cases like this, Kenny.
She has a few questions for you.
You said there was a breakthrough.
Where were you the night that Isabelle Toomey,
your wife, was murdered, Kenny?
I was on the Belfair.
Right.
Of course. And we know this because you signed in
to the logbook... right here. That's you.
- Yeah. - And you signed in here
in booking just a few minutes ago.
Well, let's see how your penmanship has changed.
This... name's the same.
But the order is different here.
Wait, no, that's... No, that's right.
That's the way that every entry in the logbook is written.
It's only this one that's different,
when you signed in the night that Isabelle was killed.
That look different to you, Kenny?
I was young, stupid.
I should have...
We're listening.
I was supposed to work that week, but...
I called a buddy from the road, told him to do
a little false mustering. False mustering?
That's when seamen build up their hours without actually being on board.
Someone signed your name in the log.
I spent the weekend in Sarnia.
I got back on board just before the cops came and told me about...
Isy.
We're gonna need the names of whoever you saw in Sarnia.
It was Stella, my wife.
I met her parents that weekend. Everyone was up
for her birthday. We're gonna need to talk to them.
It's Thanksgiving.
You always said it was Riggs. I didn't think it mattered.
- Everything matters, Kenny. - I didn't want Jackson
to know that I was screwing another woman while my wife was being...
...his mom was being murdered.
I didn't want him growing up thinking that...
...it was my fault.
Oh, really?
Oh, it's Daddy.
Here it comes.
Turn down the game.
Hello.
Oh, that's too bad.
Well, the kids were looking forward to seeing you.
OK. Well, I hope she feels better.
YY-yh, no, I gotta get back too. Bye, Daddy.
Trudy has a tummy ache. They're not coming.
Oh. Surprise, surprise.
Shut up.
I thought you didn't want them to come anyway.
Her, not him.
Right. Like I said.
Should I call Jess?
No, no. Just give her a few more hours.
Or days. - Danny.
Lisa, I know one thing about your family...
you, Jess, and your dad. You want to know what it is?
Oh, yeah, go ahead. What do you know?
Whenever you need emem, they're always there...
for someone else.
Time to baste the turkey.
The divisionals I sent over to Kenny's in-laws say
they swear they were with Kenny and Stella
in Sarnia that night, just like he said.
Kenny didn't kill Isabelle Toomey.
It's aged. Not sure it's gonna help much.
Kenny said he had a lot of help after Isabelle died. Who was he talking abt?
Benjamin Hope. He took care of Kenny and the
boy after the incident. Did a lot for them.
Benjamin Hope... do I know that name?
He's one of the two who found Isabelle's body. He worked on the marina.
Interview's right here. And the other one?
Who found the body? Karen Wilson.
- They both still around? - Ben is in Orangeville.
- And Wilson? - She died.
Stabbed three times, face covered with a pillow?
Breast cancer.
Could you tell me how you knew Isabelle?
Well... I don't usually ha o out with the boat weirdoes,
but, uh, Isabelle and the baby, they were alone a lot.
And sometimes she asked me to watch 'em when, you know,
she needed a break.
Where were you Friday night, Ben?
- Uh, at home. - Alone?
Yeah. Well...
Yes. Uh...
I was, I was talking on one of those, um...
I guess I have to tell you this now.
Um, those sex chat lines.
It's embarrassing. I... I don't go on very much.
Just, I...
Tell me what happened next.
Well, uh, Mrs. Wilson came by
and said Jackson was crying
for something like twhohours or something.
We went down together. The door was open,
so, um, when we saw what happened,
we, uh... well, Karen, Karen called the police,
and I went and found the baby.
Phone records confirm that he was on the chat line
for four hours, there was no bloody clothing or DNA traces in his home...
- The background check? - Not even a speeding ticket. It's in the file.
- He went to the baby first. - What?
That didn't strike you? That the woman called it in
and the 25-year-old who'd been having phone sex all night ran to the crying baby?
Of course not.
Well, you just had the twins. You had baby on the brain.
You know, someone like Benjamin Hope doesn't just
stab a woman with a screwdriver for no reason, Detective King.
Oh, I bet there was a reason. We just don't know what it is yet.
You're fishing.
So, what if I am, Chief? What's the alternative?
It could still be Riggs.
- I don't think so. - You met him once.
- Why didn't he confess? - Listen to yourself, Detective!
That does not mean that Riggs is innocent!
And it doesn't mean that he's guilty, sir.
I think Benjamin Hope is as... stinky as that wine over there,
and I want to get to know more about him.
Hello?
Martin.
You're wearing a tie.
Um, Chief, Boss, happy Thanksgiving.
- Happy Thanksgiving, Detective. - Forgot my wine.
- That was your wine? - It was omymy desk.
- Apologies. - It's OK.
Um, it wasn't very good, was it?
To be honest, I was re-gifting. It was given to my mother by her hairdresser.
Excuse me.
Gabby, listen to me.
I know. How's your sister doing?
Early detection is key.
Yes, yes, very treatable.
We're gonna be fine. Can I talk to your mom?
OK. Tell her I love her, please,
and I'll see her soon. OK, baby.
Give everyone there a kiss for me.
OK, bye.
Happy Thanksgiving.
Thank you. Have a good night.
Uh, Benjamin Hope: grew up in Bancroft,
youngest of three kids, born to Ed and Martha Hope.
- Criminal record? - No. I mean, I didn't see anything. But I did take a look
at that taped interview.
I noticed that Ben was,
he was touching his chin... there's a scar there.
So I contacted the local hospital to see if we could access their medical records.
I got the privilege of talking to what sounded like
the oldest paediatric nurse in Canada, and she was
very talkative. - OK.
So, it seems like Ben suffered a series of
injuries when he was a kid... dislocated elbow,
same arm broken twice... Accident prone.
Hand burn on a stove, stabbed by a pair of sewing scissors...
Who was the abuser?
The mother was reported to social services.
- Why blame the mother? - The father was already gone,
and, anyway, mother was a Church of the Believer.
- Martha Hope was a member of a religious cult? Nice. - Yeah.
And, uh, the sewing scissors, that's what caused the scar on his chin.
And that could turn a scared young boy into an angry man.
Keep looking. - I'll do that.
OK, be nice to Ross
when he pretends to know something about football, OK?
Wha... You are not my husband. Taylor!
Taylor, Lisa; Lisa, Taylor.
- Hello. - That's my partner.
That's my sister-in-law. Happy Thanksgiving.
If you say so. Come on in.
You, uh, happen to see a pasty Ottawa-looking guy down there?
- Where's Jess? - Taylor, I got 20 bucks on the over on this one.
You want some of that action? You're not betting anymore, remember?
It's not betting. It's Thanksgiving.
Are you drunk already? Seriously.
Uh, sorry, were you joining us for dinner?
Uh, yeah. Danny called me, said to come by.
- Oh. - Is that not cool, or...?
Yyes, it's totally cool.
Jess isn't here. I need somebody on my team, right? Ha! Ha!
Sprouts.
Uncle Danny! Uncle Danny!
- Oh! - Who let you run in?
What the heck? What the heck?
- Uncle Danny! - Uncle Danny!
What took you so long?
OK.
What do you got?
Child welfare report from 1974.
All three of the Hope children were removed from the home.
Jacob, 10; Emmy, 8;
and Ben, age 5.
It says here in the report that Martha justified beating her children
as an act of pious love.
The toddler at the crime scene, Jackson, had blood stains
on both sides of his sleeper, but was completely unharmed.
Ben put him back in the crib.
Because he wanted to keep him safe.
He wasn't killing Isabelle Toomey;
Ben Hope was killing his mother.
Thanks. That was Spears. I had him pick up Ben Hope.
If he says anything in the car on the way over,
then we'll know about it. Great. I'll take the interview.
- Sir. - You go home to your family.
- That's just dopey, sir. - What is? - Both.
It's not worth it, King. You gotta go home
or eventually they figure out how to get along without you. You don't want that.
That's right. Why don't we just shut the whole place down?
That way Ben Hope and guys like him won't have to worry so much.
King, I'm the chief. That may have fallen by
the wayside a bit today, but I'm your boss.
- Then act like it. - Pardon me?
You're the chief? Then do your job.
Put the best detective in the room.
You know all that "truth to power" stuff?
Overrated, Detective.
How about we do it together?
Ben, Jess King.
Thank you so much for coming down on such short notice.
So, Isabelle Toomey: 15 years ago, you killed her.
- Uh, y... - Don't even try.
You know you did it, and I know you did it,
so we're here to talk about why you did it.
OK, now, Ben, I'm hoping we can make this quick, 'cause I got a couple
of screaming kids at home who want their turkey. Boys. Chief.
I heard my team was in here. What's going on?
What's in the bag?
Uh, just some Thanksgiving leftovers. I brought it for the unis on shift.
This is Isabelle Toomey.
And who's this?
That's my mother.
And what do you think she'd say to you today?
Excuse me?
Your mom. Martha, right?
Does she know that you call phone sex
chat lines? Did you tell her?
Or do you use the internet now?
- What, what does this have to do with... - Isabelle?
You tell me.
You tell me what connects these two people.
It's been a long time, Ben,
and I think you owe a few people an explanation... Isabelle,
she left Jackson crying for hours,
just like your mother left you, and you thought she was
hurting him, so you hurt her.
That's why we're here today.
You don't know what you're talking about.
No?
Got a girlfriend, Ben?
Ever had a girlfriend?
Do you know why that is?
You hate women, Ben.
Just a sec. Hello?
I'm at work! What part of that don't you understand?
Looks like I'm up.
Just another bitch tossing him around.
He's all yours, Chief.
Hey, the gang's all here.
Ben, Paul Graci.
Good to see you. WhWho was that?
Doesn't matter. I just sent her home.
Her poor kids.
Anyway...
Let me get that out of your way.
And that.
Done. Better?
It's Thanksgiving.
Have we taken you away from something?
- Uh, not really, no. - Got lots to be grateful for.
We're alive, for one.
Our health.
Oh, you should
see this.
That's Jackson.
He's 18 years old now.
Ah.
A happy kid.
I liked him.
You mother destroyed your life. I know that.
I can see some of the scars.
Actually, she destroyed it twice:
once when you were growing up,
and the second time... that night with Isabelle.
You'll have to forgive me.
It's... taken me 15 years to understand.
See, someone moved that baby
moments after his mother was killed.
We know that. And
whoever did it did it for the right reasons.
Now, who would care enough for the little boy
to put him out of harm's way? Ben?
Um...
I don't think it would be Karen Wilson. Do you?
No, no.
So who, who does that leave us with?
Albert Riggs?
- No. - No.
Because whoever killed Isabelle Toomey did it to protect Jackson.
So who moved Jackson?
Who protected that little boy?
Me.
You moved him?
Yes.
And the pillow?
I-I don't understand.
Why the pillow over her face?
I didn't want him to hear her scream.
That a boy, Chief.
- Chief. - No, thanks, Spears.
Nope. I've had my limit. Mmmm. Give it to Martin
since he can't eatatnythiing. I'm eatatng.
That's not eating; that's a platefeful of plantai.
I'm vegan, I don't ea amamal products. I'm...
It's not personal, all right?
I wot t evenatat honey. Oh, you would if some chi was s smothed d in it.
Oh. I gotta go, you guys. Mm-mm-mm-mm!
Stay fo o one more.
No. You want to pay my divorce lawyer?
Come on, it's more fun here. Aww. - See ya.
- Mm. Thank you. - There you go.
Martin?
King.
Thank you.
I'll be thinking about Marie. And if there's anything I can do, Chief...
You've done enough for one holiday weekend.
Go home, King.
Tickle monster's gotcha! Ha! Ha! Ha!
Got ya! - Noooo!
- No escape. - No. Noooo!
Oh! Attack from behind!
Oh.
Hey.
Auntie Jess!
Heyhey-hey!
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