04x08 - Foreign Relations

[bunniefuu]

Hello, hello, hello!

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For just $10.00, you can have the chance to sh**t a frosh!

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[paint pellet smacks]

Boom. Like that?

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And all proceeds go to the Wish Bank!

How does that feel?

Hey! Nothing above the chest!

Come on, who's got the money?

This guy does, I know you do.

[yelps]

Okay, Rambo.

You've had enough.

Hey, I paid my money.

It's all fun and games until someone loses a ball.

Have a nice day.

Hi! I'm Lily.

Hi.

Oh, my God, I love your outfit.

Is that Whitney Fraser?

Good eye.

Where did you get it?

It's so hard to find.

West Fourth.

I just opened my first store. You should come by.

You're Whitney Fraser?

But this is crazy!

I thought I was going to get stuck with some total loser.

No, no, it's worse.

You got stuck with the serial k*ller in training.

I'm going to give you two some space to unpack.

But it was really nice meeting you.

You too.

That went well.

I know you're not thrilled about sharing a room with a stranger, but Lily seems really nice.

Based on your two-minute conversation?

Why is it so hard for you to be happy?

That's all I want.

I know.

I'm just...

If you need anything, call me.

24-7.

I'm serious.

Okay.

Aw...

It's going to be great.

TV reporter: Why wasn't this obviously unstable individual on police radar?

Vega: Susan Bailin is a decorated m*llitary officer with no prior criminal record or medical issues.

reporter: People don't just wake up one morning and decide to strap a b*mb onto their chest.

Vega: No, they don't.

reporter: So, why do you think that she decided to target this particular station?

Vega: Susan Bailin's son was wrongly convicted of a serious crime.

I think the justice system as a whole, failed the Bailin family.

Oh... oh, oh, walk it back, my friend, walk it back.

I would never condone her actions. I'm just saying that I can understand why she might have felt she had no other recourse.

That's not walking it back.

Live in front of the police station...

That's not walking it back!

I did tell you to walk it back.

When did you do that?

When I was watched you on TV this morning.

Oh. Well, thank you.

I, uh, I appreciate that.

I obviously agree with you, but I just think you're pissing off the brass.

I was honest. I'm gonna be honest.

I know, but I don't like seeing you make your life harder.

You let me worry about Chief Wells. You've got a homicide.

Now I just need some detectives.

I'm working on it.

[gasps] I got an idea.

You could fill in.

Your persistence is truly incredible.

And endearing.

[distant sirens]

Hey, where's Lucas?

He went to the student registrar's office with a picture of the victim.

Our vic's a student?

Well, he's the right age, and we figured it was worth a sh*t.

There's no wallet, no license.

5,000 kids away from home for the first time.

Yeah... I was thinking maybe binge drinking, but then I saw this, these head injuries...

Oh, yeah.

These abrasions, and this...

Huh. Most street dr*gs cause pupil dilation, not constriction.

Can you expedite the tox screen?

Yeah, of course.

Oh, hey, that was fast.

Registrar I.D.'d our victim personally. Julian Bishop.

22. British citizen, and he is a fourth-year history major on a foreign student visa.

His mom's a well-known left-wing politician.

Any family in town?

Just his fraternity brothers.

He's Sigma Sigma Delta.

Hazing prank gone bad?

Yeah, or revenge for one.

I doubt it, but anything's possible.

[dialing number]

Hey. Our vic is a foreign national.

Julian Bishop. Apparently, his mom's a big deal in the U.K.

Send me the details. I'll notify the British consulate.

Interpol will reach out to his family in London.

It's what, like, 7:00 p.m. there right now?

His mom's probably getting home from work thinking that her kid's in class.

Have you talked to Manny lately?

I talked to him last week.

Well, I'm sure Betty needs a little more time with the body.

That's a good call. Okay, thanks.

[computer error alert pings]

[sighs in frustration]

[computer error alert pings]

Come on...

[error alerts ping]

Oh, hey, sorry, I didn't hear you come in.

Hey.

Whose computer is that?

My old one.

I've got some early designs on here, but I can't remember my password.

Can I get you a coffee?

Sure, thanks.

Whitney, your coffee?

Actually, forget the coffee. I have an errand to run.

Aw, man.

Julian.

Tyler, did he do a lot of dr*gs?

No, no, never.

Sigma Sigma Delta is all about honoring your best self.

Yeah, I can see you do a lot of charitable drinking.

Julian was legal.

Relax.

No one's interested in busting you guys for having a little fun.

We hosted the Ceasefire Kegger.

Invited all the other houses on campus.

So we're talking hundreds of people.

And Julian was hammered, man.

I've seen him wasted before, but never that drunk.

When was the last time that you saw him?

Around midnight.

He left with some hookup.

You catch her name?

Yeah, no, I've never seen her before. She had brown hair, though.

Short skirt. Older.

Maybe a grad student?

Mind if we take a look around Julian's room?

Yeah, sure.

It's upstairs.

Of course, it all makes sense to me now.

You were part of a frat.

It's called a fraternity.

Did you ever wear, like, a black hood and drink pig blood?

Or were you more like a horse in the dean's office kind of bro?

So, is this your total knowledge of fraternities?

Skulls meets Animal House?

Yeah, but Revenge of the Nerds is thrown in there, too.

That is a good one.

So, we have a computer cord, no computer.

Yeah, I don't see a backpack anywhere.

So we got no cell, no wallet, no keys on the body, we got nothing.

I think we got something.

[gasping]

What the hell?

Who are you?

I'm Detectives Flynn, this is Detective Lucas.

And you are?

Paige.

Lytton.

Oh, I have a few questions for you, Paige Lytton. I'll take this.

Yeah, I'll go talk to the other fraternity brothers.

Susan Bailin's family experienced a terrible miscarriage of justice.

We need to do better.

Do better. But say nothing.

Especially to a reporter.

I don't agree with that at all.

I think taking responsibility for what happened, publicly, is probably the first step to repairing our relationship with the people of this city.

I'll decide what your responsibilities are, Staff Sergeant.

Is that clear?

Yeah, no, that's... crystal clear.

I got it. Thank you.

We heard he left the party around midnight.

With who?

A young woman with dark hair and a short skirt.

It wasn't me.

I'm going to k*ll Derek.

You might want to rethink that statement.

[scoffs] Not literally.

Derek isn't worth the hassle.

Who is this Derek?

Holstadt.

Freshman. He was a nobody till Julian took pity on him.

He said Julian wanted to meet me upstairs.

You and Julian are together?

Since first year.

Okay, so you came upstairs, and then what?

I got in bed and waited for Julian.

Then I fell asleep.

And you have no idea who this other woman is?

Ask Derek.

He'll know exactly who the skank was.

You know, when you find Julian, do me a favor and deport him.

Can I go?

I'm afraid not, Paige.

Julian is dead.

Not the most fashionable choice.

I know, but my evening gown was at the dry-cleaners.

Caviar is such a bear to get out.

Uh, I was talking about your computer.

Okay, insult me all you want.

Insult my laptop, we're going to have a problem.

It was a compliment.

I wish more people cared about what was inside than out.

I'm Julian.

Yeah, I know.

We have computer science together.

I know.

Uh, I didn't mean to interrupt.

I just wanted to meet you.

Why?

Because you're brilliant.

Okay, look, just tell your bros you asked me out, I got excited, and then you broke my heart with whatever nasty little prank you have planned, okay?

I've got a deadline to make.

Do you always run from compliments?

Just people who waste my time.

Okay, okay, okay, wait. I've got an ulterior motive.

Surprise, surprise.

I may need a little help passing computer science.

Hmm.

Well, tutoring starts at $25 an hour.

If you want me to do your homework, it's $100 an hour.

You undervalue yourself.

I'll meet you here tomorrow.

Nope, sorry.

Please.

My boyfriend gave me his card and key.

It will only take me a second.

I can't let you into a member's locker.

Even if it's a member who's asked me to come and get his stuff?

Is that supposed to mean something?

This is an emergency.

Julian can't find his day-timer.

He has an important event, Thursday.

All the information is in there.

Then Julian should come get it himself.

It sounds to me like Julian wasn't the most faithful boyfriend.

Yeah, I got the same vibe from Paige.

Vega called.

Apparently, Interpol is sending us a liaison.

Why?

I don't know.

To liaise, I guess. [knocking]

Oh, there you are.

You must be our Interpol agent.

You said you were a cop.

I am a cop.

Agent Jack Stoker. Interpol.

Angie Flynn.

Homicide.

Nice to meet you.

Nice to meet you.

Detective Brian Lucas.

Detective.

Uh, can you excuse us, Derek?

Thank you.

I'm here on the request of the British government.

We believe that Julian Bishop's death was politically motivated.

Because of his mother?

She's already survived one assassination attempt, and we believe her enemies targeted her son.

Sorry, I just...

I just can't believe he's dead.

There you go.

Just let it out, kid.

Let it out.

So, do you think there's anything to this whole assassination theory?

I don't know, we've got to check it out.

Yeah, we also need to check out every single brunette that was at that party.

Yeah, that's true. Okay, why don't you do that, and I'll take care of this.

We'll connect later.

Yeah.

So, um...

When you're ready, we'd like to ask you a few questions.

[sniffles] Yeah.

How'd you get that welt on your neck?

Oh, this?

It's from paint ball.

Ouch.

It was a charity thing.

sh**t a frosh.

We raised $1,200.

Whose idea was that?

Julian's.

Sounds like Julian was a little hard on you.

No, Julian had my back.

He fought for me to get into Sigma Sigma Delta.

Paige Lytton says that you invited her up to his room on his behalf?

Well, Julian asked me to.

But he left the party around midnight with someone else.

Any idea who she was?

I don't know. I left with Terra, from my commerce class.

Oh, did you, now?

Well done.

Her roommate kicked me out this morning. So I came back here.

We're going to need Terra's information, okay, Derek?

Yeah.

Karis!

Karis...

Boom!

54%?

54%!

I'm sending it to my mother.

Because she'll be impressed by that?

No, it will drive her mental.

But it proves I'm passing, which keeps the money flowing.

Well, she must be very proud.

Nah, nothing's more important to my mother than her career.

She wheels me out twice a year for these family photo ops.

According to her aides, it makes her seem more human.

How did you do?

Oh, fine...

Let me see.

100%? What are you doing here?

You should be the queen of Silicon Valley.

My sister says I have to get a degree.

It's what my parents wanted.

They d*ed when I was nine.

Your sister raised you?

She's the only family I've got, and she doesn't get me at all.

Well, you're 18, aren't you? You can do whatever you want.

I don't know, I don't mind it here.

I just wish I could take graduate courses.

Stuff we're doing is so basic.

Well, if you want a challenge, how about hacking into Records and changing this to an A?

[scoffs] Please. That's not a challenge.

Prove it.

Okay, well, what's it worth to you?

Poor bastard.

So, where has Interpol been hiding you?

London.

Hey, Bets, do you have the tox screen?

All the way from London?

I spend a few weeks in L.A., tracking down some stolen antiquities.

I'm trying to solve a homicide here, so I...

Oh, I'm sorry.

Is this the tox screen?

Uh, right, Mr. Bishop d*ed of a flunitrazepam overdose.

Okay.

Thank you.

Mm-hm.

Very nice to meet you.

You as well.

We go that way.

Thank you.

Go ahead. Yeah.

Fancy.

Date r*pe drug?

Tyler did say that Julian left the party with a dark-haired girl.

Yeah, she sounds like a honey trap.

Slip him a roofie and lead him away.

Yeah, but if it's a botched abduction, then why dump the body?

Doesn't it make more sense to dump the body after Rosemary Bishop has succumbed to their demands?

Maybe the k*lling was the message.

Is there anyone specific we should be looking at?

Take your pick.

There's Combat 18, there's the White Wolves, You got the Racial Volunteer Force.

Christian Way tried to k*ll her last year.

That's assuming Julian's m*rder was politically motivated.

Yeah, but either way, we gotta find this girl.

There's a couple of empty desks out there.

Great.

Thank you, Sergeant.

Nice to meet you.

Stoker.

Jack Stoker.

Yeah, I can't figure him out yet.

No, I... I like him.

Well, I'll be sure to put in a good word for you.

Please do.

What's that?

This is a list of Julian's girlfriends.

Actually, these are just the brunettes.

[chuckles] It's going to take a long time to call all of them in for interviews.

Yeah, check this out.

These are all the messages that Paige Lytton sent Julian.

That's the girl we found in Julian's bedroom.

These are just from the last week.

"You were my soul mate."

"You made me think we had something real, but you were just using me."

"I've never felt like this about anyone before. I feel so safe with you."

"You ruined my life. I wish you were dead."

"I'm going to k*ll you."

She sent that one last Tuesday.

I think we should pick her up.

I think we should pick her up.

She's an absolute charmer.

Hey.

Thursday is on.

I don't know what's happening Thursday, but, uh...

I'm in.

Thursday is on.

Who are you?

Mutual friends.

I don't know you.

And yet I know all about you.

There are false rumors floating around.

What have you heard?

Nothing.

Good. Where are you going to be Thursday?

At the house.

Which house?

You want to end up like Julian?

You tell me the address now.

388 Martson.

2:30.

Anyone tells you otherwise, you call me.

Only me. Understand?

Mm-hm.

See you Thursday.

"I'm going to k*ll you."

I meant metaphorically.

Did Julian ever hurt you?

He broke my heart.

Did he ever hurt you physically?

Of course not.

Did he ever have a hard time understanding the word "no"?

His problem was he couldn't say no.

Any hot girl who wanted him, he... took her up on it.

Well, that explains the anger in your messages.

Look, I didn't k*ll him.

I told you, I was waiting for him.

And where the hell was his security detail?

Those people are supposed to protect him.

And, uh... What people would that be?

His Interpol bodyguard.

Can you excuse us for a second, please, Paige?

[clearing throat]

Interpol doesn't provide security.

Yeah, I figured you would have mentioned that.

So, who's watching the kid?

Hmm...

The bodyguard thing?

Yeah.

Julian used to tell girls that his buddy from the gym was his private security, and they believed him, too. They went nuts for it.

Thought he was, like, royalty or something.

Dude was smart.

So he was never actually worried about his personal safety.

No, he didn't have to be. Everybody loved him.

This buddy from the gym, what's his name?

I don't know, I never met him, but the gym's called Crossfit Uncivilized. It's over on Broadway.

He went there all the time.

I'm assuming Julian's mother just paid for everything?

[scoffs] Julian wasn't dependent on her like that.

He had tons of stuff going on on the side.

Oh, what kind of stuff?

You know, real estate, investments, stuff like that.

He just wasn't interested in being a trust fund kid the rest of his life.

He had ambition.

The ligature marks are pre-mortem. He was bound prior to death.

And the frenula are damaged, top and bottom.

So he was gagged?

Yes. It's likely he was moving his head from side to side, trying to break free.

I also found some glitter in his throat.

So maybe that's from the gag.

Uh-huh. I sent a sample to the lab.

Great, thanks, and with any luck, maybe one of the 15 college girls I'm about to go interview will be wearing glitter.

Sounds like a fun day.

Yeah.

Hey, um... did you hear the news?

A witness came forward.

Someone saw Tim Kelly enter the station right before he att*cked me.

I had not heard that. That's great.

I have to admit, it's a relief to know that his conviction is not hinging totally on my testimony.

I'm glad he came forward when he did.

And again, I am so sorry for your loss.

Thank you.

Well...

Rosemary Bishop did not hire any security for her son.

And there's no way his allowance could cover it.

Yeah, the frat brothers seem to think it might be someone from Julian's gym, so I was going to head in there when they open in the morning.

Can I come along? Is that okay?

Yeah, sounds good.

Can you imagine having an allowance to go to college?

No. I can't.

I worked my ass off. I had two jobs, and I raised a kid.

Wow.

Where did you go to school?

I went to Edinburgh. I was studying criminal justice.

I was going to be a lawyer.

What changed your mind?

Eh, lawyers are not allowed to be in car chases.

[laughs]

How about you?

Well, as a single mom, I needed a steady job with good benefits.

And I liked the excitement.

Is this your kid?

Yeah.

That's Manny.

He's the love of my life.

Sweet.

You?

No, no kids.

Two ex-wives.

[chuckles]

Oh, and there was a cat, but my mother has him now.

Why, 'cause you travel so much?

No, no, no, no, he's a massive pain in the arse.

[laughs]

And did you see Julian with a brown-haired girl at any point?

Mmm...

Brittany, Sophie, Mandy, Skye... me.

Did he leave with any of them?

I left with Trevor around 1:00.

I'm seeing Chad, but he hooked up with Skye, so...

Okay, uh... what about the others that you mentioned?

The whole thing started when Skye caught Liam making out with Mandy.

But she had, like, no reason to freak out, because everybody already knew that they were broken up.

Okay.

But, um, did any of these people have a problem with Julian?

I think Sophie hooked up with him a couple of times, but that was before she started seeing Bryce...

Well, I'm pretty sure that Skye knew Chad was with Keva when she made her move.

But Keva did hook up with Skye's ex when she went home for the summer, so...

So, what does any of this have to do with Julian's m*rder?

Nothing. It's been a long day.

But I actually did get something good from Keva.

She said that saw Julian making out with a "geeky girl" near the library a few weeks ago.

He said that she was his tutor. She had brown hair.

Could be the girl that he left the party with.

Well, get to it.

You're wearing one of my pieces.

Oh, it's the only clean thing I have.

You know, I haven't done laundry in a while.

There.

Thank you so much.

I don't know what I'd do without you.

Probably pay someone to maintain your website.

[chuckles] You look bagged.

Are you getting enough sleep?

Not lately. I've been really busy.

Oh, yeah? What's his name?

Shut up.

How did you not lead with this?

Details. Now.

He's really smart, and thoughtful.

He wants to do something real with his life.

Oh, my God, you're glowing.

What's his name?

Come on.

Julian Bishop. [typing]

Wow. He is super hot.

So, what's he doing with me?

That is not what I was thinking.

I need to get to class.

Why do you have to twist everything I say?

server: Can I help you?

Yeah, I'd like for you to do your job, okay?

I asked for the bill 10 minutes ago.

I'll get it for you right away.

Be pissed at me, but don't take it out on the server.

I think I'm not making myself very clear.

Mr. Bishop is the victim of a homicide, and we believe another member of your gym may have pertinent information to his death.

So come back with a warrant, and I'll give you access to our client list.

I turned his girlfriend away yesterday.

His girlfriend? What did she look like?

Uh, I wasn't really paying attention.

I think she had brown hair.

Um... Philip?

I'm sure that Mr. Bishop really appreciates you looking after his interests.

I'd do the same thing for all of our members.

But you also have to understand that we're just trying to help Julian.

You could give us access to his locker.

I mean, you have to empty it anyway, and as we are officers of the court, we're authorized to empty all its contents.

Please tell the Bishops I am sorry for their loss.

Oh, absolutely.

Well, that was some nice work.

Ah, he just needed a little nudge.

I think I'm going to steal your thunder.

Oh, have at it. I ain't a big fan of rifling through sweaty jock drawers.

Well, I love it.

Ah.

Uh-huh? Mm...

I think we just found a big stack of Julian's business stuff.

Oh, my.

Oh, yeah. These ones are empty.

You think one of those is our bodyguard?

Could be. [sighs]

[scoffs]

Yeah, we all know who "Martin Fearnley" is.

Oh, Derek, so disappointed in you, boy.

Have a seat, sunshine.

Wait, wait.

Julian was just going to sell me a me fake ID.

All my friends can go to the bar.

I was just born in December.

How much did you pay him?

500 bucks. I just wanted to fit in.

Does he sell these to many people?

I don't know...

So why did you buy a passport?

Why not a driver's license?

Julian told me that bouncers know when a driver's license is fake, but with a passport, they don't look twice at it.

These are the other passports he had waiting.

You recognize them?

I don't know them...

Take a closer look.

Maybe you've seen them with Julian?

No.

We heard that Julian had a tutor, a girl with dark hair.

She was described as, uh, "geeky."

Maybe he was dating her?

I haven't seen Julian with a girl like that.

That doesn't sound like his type.

[sighing]

Look, please don't tell my parents.

They'll freak out.

I still think we should have brought him in.

Yeah, but all we've got him doing is buying fake ID.

He would have been out in a couple of hours.

Yeah.

How did it go with the passports?

Nothing in our database, None of the frat brothers recognize them, and the feds are taking their time getting back to us.

I sent some copies off to Interpol, so hopefully we'll get lucky with facial recognition.

Yeah, we should run them through the university.

Derek was a student. Maybe they're students also.

Yeah. How about you? Any luck with the financials?

Based on the amount of money that's flowing through his bank account, I would say that he was up to a lot more than just fake passports.

Oh, yeah.

He's an enterprising young criminal.

Maybe he stepped on the wrong toes.

No! No...

[muffled screams]

[shouting in protest]

[cell phone vibrates]

[buzzing]

Really wish you hadn't seen that.

Okay, I just heard back from Forensics, and those counterfeit passports are not counterfeit.

They're real government documents.

Wow...

So they must be stolen blanks.

Yeah, that's why the Feds aren't calling us back.

They don't want anyone to know about this. Hey, Lucas, Did you get any hits on the university database?

No, the two guys aren't students, but I may have found our brunette.

Karis Fraser. I've been trying to track down Julian's tutor.

She has the highest marks in their computer science class.

Well, I hate to sound unkind, but she really does fit the "geeky girl" description.

And her sister reported her missing to the campus station two weeks ago.

That was unkind.

I know. I hate myself.

Whitney Fraser?

Yes?

Hi, Detective Angie Flynn.

I'm following up on the missing persons report you filed on your sister, Karis.

Yes. Did you find her?

We're still looking.

I'd like to ask you a few questions about the report you filed.

When was the last time you spoke with her?

Three weeks ago.

She seemed fine.

And you said she suddenly stopped returning your calls and texts.

Yeah.

I went out to her dorm, all her stuff was gone.

Her roommate said she left without saying goodbye.

Maybe she went on a trip.

She would have told me.

There's no way she'd just drop out of school like that.

Do you recognize that man?

Did this guy do something to her?

No, there is no evidence to suggest your sister's been harmed, but we are as anxious to find her as you are.

So if you do hear from her, please call me.

Thank you, Detective. I'm so relieved you're looking for her.

[knocking]

Good morning. I have a lead.

You also have the address to my house.

Where I live.

I'm Interpol, I can get anything.

And did I mention I have a lead?

Yeah, you did. That can't wait till the office?

Where I work.

I have pastries.

Okay, come on in.

Better be donuts.

I'm afraid not.

Croissants.

What's your deal?

Well, I spoke to the Interpol liaison in Berlin, and the Canadian embassy was broken into six months ago.

The Bundespolizei believe that Christian Way were involved.

Christian Way?

Wasn't that the group that targeted Rosemary Bishop?

Yes, they were, but I don't think Julian was k*lled by the t*rrorists.

I believe he was one of them.

Well, Tyler did tell us that Julian was trying to cut ties with his mom.

This is a hell of a way to do it.

How do you think they got to him?

Well, maybe he sought them out.

I mean, take a look at this.

It's the transcript from Interpol's interview with Rosemary Bishop.

Excuse me.

Yeah, their relationship was definitely strained.

Yeah, to say the least.

What's he doing here?

I assume he's here raising money for the cause.

What's that?

That was a refugee center in Manchester that Christian Way fire-bombed, and this is a Gaelic motif the white supremists have co-opted.

I've seen that symbol before.

It was on Derek's backpack in his dorm room.

I don't know what Julian saw in you.

No, please, don't...

First some woman comes sniffing around, and then I hear you're talking to the cops?

I'm starting to think you're a liability. Who's Whitney Fraser?

I don't know. Please don't! Please!

Why do you have her number?

She said that she knew you.

Why would you think that?

Because she knew all about Julian, and Thursday.

What did she say?

She... she said... Don't!

What did she say exactly?

She said that she wanted to make sure that I knew the address, that there was a rumor that it might change.

So you sent her here?

Was that a mistake?

You have compromised the operation.

Get up.

I can fix this! Give me a chance!

[blows thudding]

It stinks in there.

Ιt smells like old grilled cheese.

Yuck.

You were right, we should have kept him.

Well, I'm sure he'll turn up.

Well, well, well.

Told you so.

I know my rights.

I'm not talking till I have a lawyer.

Well, I've got some good news for you, kiddo.

Your lawyer's on the way.

I haven't called him yet.

Oh.

Well, then your parents came through.

They don't know that I'm here.

Well, who else calls a $900-an-hour lawyer?

I would imagine someone who wants to see this young man on the street as soon as possible.

Oh, I'm guessing Christian Way.

Detective Flynn, I think you're right.

Yeah, that way, whoever did that to your face can finish the job.

And listen to me, Derek, I've seen firsthand what Christian Way do to people who cross them.

All this stuff...

That's just a kiss.

See, what they'll do is, they will strip you naked, they'll b*at you, they'll t*rture you, until you're begging for death, and then they'll shove a rat down your throat to finish off the job.

No.

You're exaggerating.

Oh, no, I'm sugarcoating.

Well, I'm sure that Derek will be able to explain to his friends that this was just a misunderstanding.

I don't know.

But I do hope so.

[knock on door]

Oh, good, your lawyer's here.

Wait.

Wait, you can protect me, right, if I talk to you?

Well, it depends on what you have to say, Derek.

We need to know exactly what Christian Way is planning.

They didn't tell me much detail.

But they did say it's today at 2:30.

Where?

388 Martson.

Come on, man. If you want to be Sigma Sigma Delta, you better earn it!

Come on, drink up!

He's more than earned it already.

Come on, drink another.

[groans] Jeez...

[laughing]

♪

Ooh...

Oh, mate, Paige looks good tonight.

Dude, Paige looks good every night.

Tell her to wait for me upstairs.

Yeah! Yeah.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Thirsty?

I don't know you.

We'll have to do something about that.

We certainly will.

radio: We've got a bogey. Female. Mid to late twenties. Caucasian.

Let her through.

That's Karis Fraser's sister, Whitney.

Hey, what are you doing here?

I can explain. It's my sister...

[screaming]

[screaming] Karis!

Karis! No!

Any evidence that was in that building is gone now.

Derek told Whitney to be here at 2:30.

He wanted her dead.

If they wanted to k*ll her, she'd be dead already.

And this b*mb... it's just a distraction.

So, Christian Way has got something else planned.

Did they find Karis?

Was she inside?

According to the firefighters, the building was empty.

Then she's gone.

Do you know what this pin represents?

I... wore it so they'd think I was one of them, Julian's friends.

It's his pin.

What about Julian's cell phone, laptop?

Have you got those?

At my store.

I needed to find Karis.

I thought if I could figure out his passwords...

Yeah, I'll call Lucas. He's closer.

Yeah.

Listen, Whitney, I want to help you.... but I need you to tell me the truth.

Karis? It's me.

I've been texting and calling all night. You missed dinner.

Well, it's dinner. Get over it.

I was looking forward to meeting Julian.

Okay, well, I've got a lot of work to do. You should go.

Is everything okay? Did you break up?

I don't want to talk about it.

Did he hurt you?

God, Whitney!

Okay, why do you always assume the worst? Just stay out of it.

I'm worried about you...

She was like a different person, and then she wouldn't return my texts or calls.

She just... disappeared.

You're her only family.

Julian took her away from you.

When I went back to her room, everything was gone.

I looked everywhere, but I couldn't find her.

And the police weren't doing anything.

Is that when you decided to take matters into your own hands?

I had no other choice.

So you went to the party, you roofied him, you lured him away...

♪

[slurring and groggy]

I like girls who play rough.

What did you do to Karis?

You're the sister.

Where is she?

We have big plans for her.

Thursday.

You can join the fun if you want...

What do you mean? What's Thursday? What have you done with her?

Tell me!

[head thudding] Tell me! Wake up!

Wake up!

[head slams heavily]

Wake up! Wake up!

He was gone before I could get the truth.

And then you dumped the body near the college and made it look like an O.D.?

I panicked.

All I wanted was to find Karis.

Please.

You have to find her.

We are trying.

[cell phone vibrates]

Hey, Lucas, what's up?

Digital Forensics cracked Julian's laptop.

Did you find out what he's planning?

No, but they did find four separate lease agreements that Julian signed in the past six months.

One of them was 388 Martson.

What are the other three?

We have a vacant lot, a storefront downtown, and a house.

ERT is hitting all of them.

I'm betting on the house.

This is it. It's too bad Julian's not alive to see this, his master plan.

What the hell?

[doors smashing]

[flash b*mb pops]

[shouts of panic and protest]

Get off me!

Get off me!

Vancouver, this is...

[doors crashing]

Get down! Down! Down! Down!

Hands! Put up your hands!

On your head!

Show me the face.

Karis, are you all right?

Of course I'm not all right!

The white race is under att*ck.

We have a duty to protect our culture.

Get her out of here.

Ange, you've got to see this.

She's hacking the air traffic control.

What?

She's clogging the system with ghost signals.

Well, we've got to shut this down somehow.

That's one way to do it.

All clear, all clear.

Your team saved hundreds of lives.

Please express my deepest gratitude.

Will do.

Good night, Sergeant.

Thank you, ma'am.

Sounds like your stock is up again.

Yeah, for now.

You wanted to see me?

Please, have a seat.

You, uh, you heard about the witness coming forward?

Yeah, in the Tim Kelly case. Yeah, Betty told me. She seems relieved.

Yeah, I think she's surprised. So am I.

Apparently, the prosecutor had doubts about a conviction.

But you already knew that, didn't you?

[quietly] A buddy of mine from the Academy is on Strike force.

He had a C.I. that he was willing to cut loose.

A guy that will never be traced back to me.

[chuckles ruefully] If I pieced it together, someone else will.

I can call him, I can have him pull out.

You need to keep your head down, and you need to stay away from this thing.

Vega...

Not another word.

So, after all that, Julian was the honey trap, Poor Karis.

The perfect recruit for Julian.

Vulnerable, marginalized, and lonely.

All he had to do was make her feel special.

Yeah, well, who doesn't like to feel special?

You hungry?

No.

But I could definitely use more scotch.

Yeah, me too.

[sighing]

Oh... that was some scotch, Canada.

[chuckles]

You're welcome, Scotland.

[laughs]

♪ O Canada...

[laughs]

Is that how it goes?