- The last time I saw you, you said that this tree was important to you.
- It's a Paulownia Tomentosa.
It's an extremely fast-growing tree.
Anthony showed me a leaf from the same type of tree.
Wouldn't tell me where he got it. Said it was a secret.
- So this guy, two years ago, grabs cats left and right.
He disappears, gets bored.
- Or he moved on to bigger game.
- So here's what we got on the neighbourhood cats.
A complaint by a Noreen Dunn.
- At least Caramel was the last one.
That's it!
- The last cat disappeared on October 7,
2015.
That means the car's at least two years old.
Which leaves us with 28 car owners.
- However five of these individuals have criminal records.
Start with them. - Jesus Christ.
A sicko who resents your father just posted.
- Jim Chilton? - You have no idea
how many guys like me your old man screwed over, do you? Ah!!
- Leave my family alone! You understand?!
The police are looking for a pedophile,
but what if the guy who took Anthony is in these boxes?
- What's in them? - My father's career.
I want my son back. I want him back.
[sobbing]
- They cut the tree down. - What?
- We have to go back to the park.
It's still in the park.
Come on. [grunting]
[background chatter]
[beeping]
[crow cawing]
[camera shutter clicking]
- Caramel.
- Sarah Digsby's cat.
- We found nine cats so far.
We're expanding the search area,
but there doesn't seem to be any others.
- Decapitated? - Every one of them.
The method seems to be the same as with the cat we found the other day.
- Any idea when that was done?
- Hard to say. I'd have to do a more thorough analysis.
It's certainly not recent.
- How about a guess? [sighs]
- There's no skin. It's been at least a year.
- It's been two years for that one. We know that for sure.
- We'll see what the lab results say.
[barking] [whimpering]
- It's not Anthony.
They're cats.
- Cats? - So far, yes.
- What do you mean, "so far"? - Which cats?
- What do you mean?
- I spoke to you the other night,
you said you were investigating a buried cat.
But that was before we brought you to this crime scene from Anthony's map,
which is connected to that tree.
So what cat did you find?
- You should all go home and get some rest now.
- Uh, get-get-get some rest?
Do you not have a suspect, a-a-an idea, anything?
Something?
- Listen, so far, there is nothing tying this
with Anthony's disappearance.
- You must think we're stupid.
If you have a lead, you have a suspect.
Which sus... Who is it?!
- OK. Let me make this clear:
I understand your impatience,
but we have a procedure to follow,
and if anybody should know that, Henry Sullivan, it's you!
You knew that by digging this up yourself,
you ran the risk of contaminating a crime scene,
but you did it anyway.
- We've been sitting on our hands for two years, Susan!
- You know damned well that no one under my jurisdiction
has been sitting on their hands.
- So what are we supposed to do now?
- You should just to let us do our job.
I'll call you as soon as I have any news.
The constable will escort you out of the park.
- I came as quickly as I could. - Thank you, Mr. Stackhouse.
- Following the gruesome discovery, a security perimeter
has been set up and all access to the park has been restricted.
- Any word on whether or not this could be linked
to Anthony Sullivan's disappearance? - So far, David...
- Hey. You still on shift? I got a call from Fred's room.
- Uh, yeah, I'll take it.
Luke, I need you to call me back.
What is going on in the park? I am freaking out.
Fred?
[coughing]
Fred? Fred, are you...?
[Fred sighing] It's the general anaesthesia.
It takes a few days to wear off.
You could, uh...
I could get you some Gravol, if you want.
- No, I'm fine...
[sighs]
I have so many things to sort out.
Catherine, I can't stay here.
- You're too weak to leave, Fred.
- My mother died in a hospital.
I don't want that to happen to me.
Hey.
Whatever's going on at that park...
don't lose hope.
[soft music]
♪ Leave a light on in the wild
♪ 'Cause I'm coming in
♪ A little blind
- I knew we had to find that tree!
And none of you would believe me.
- And you're happy about that?
If they find Anthony buried in the park, are you gonna want a medal?
- Oh, you had to get personal, huh?
Can't keep your eye on the prize.
- Shut up! Really, both of you. - So what?
There's some psycho in the neighbourhood
that's killing cats and burying them under that tree?
- Exactly! And Anthony knew it!
And that's why he drew a cat on his map.
- Couldn't he have just seen a cat near the tree?
- Weren't the cats buried?
- What if Anthony just saw this guy--
- I'm sorry, this is bullshit. I cannot sit around here doing nothing.
- Dad, come on.
- What are these doing here?
- We thought it might be a good idea to go over your old cases.
- You what?! - Do you remember Jim Chilton?
- Who's Jim Chilton?
- Yeah, you sentenced him to 10 years for attempted manslaughter.
- If he's willing to write all sorts of hateful garbage on Anthony's website--
- What sort of garbage? - Or it could be someone else!
Someone else from your past who's willing to go even further.
- You think someone took Anthony to get back at Dad?
- I went to see him yesterday. - What?
- And he said you wouldn't imagine
how many guys you put away still hate your guts.
- What were you thinking? - How did you find him?
- Facebook. - Facebook?!
- Dad. - Facebook?!
- Dad!
- I found something Anthony wanted me to find
under the goddamn tree while you were rooting through decades-old case files!
- Who are these guys Chilton was talking about? What guys?
- You think I'm responsible for what happened to Anthony?
- No. - Luke, did you get their names?
- These are my things! My business! Goddammit!
- Dad! Dad! - Luke! Names!
Did you get the names of these guys?
No, Helen, I didn't get any names! He was just a weasel talking shit.
- You're so weak. [door slamming]
- Dad, where are you going?! - We have to go find that groundskeeper.
- What?
- I was right about the tree, I have another idea. Get in the car.
- Dad! Luke, a little help, please?
- Henry, we're gonna stay here
and wait for Susan to tell us what's going on.
- I'm going back to the park! Get in or don't, Luke!
[sighing]
- The cat was... decapitated?
- Yes, decapitated.
I got to work around 8:00
and it was sitting there, right out in the open.
- They weren't buried like the bones?
- No, just placed there on the ground for anyone to find.
- Jesus!
- Well, he left them for us to find.
- What-what could it mean?
- No, I got this. - Thank you.
Listen, folks,
I've been instructed by the City
to co-operate fully with the police,
and uh... well, they've made it clear
that means I gotta keep mum on all this.
- We never spoke.
- Thank you. - Thank you.
Well... good luck to you.
- Bye. - OK. Bye.
- We have to find that guy.
- The cat killer? - Are you nuts?
- That's our only solid lead.
- Perhaps I should drive. - Yeah.
- Doesn't matter who drives. We gotta go see Susan now.
- No, we're gonna let Susan do her job.
We're way out of her league.
We must just stop wasting her time.
- Luke, we're making progress. We have something tangible now!
- Dad, you need to rest! - You need to go back to your bedpans!
- Dad! - Don't talk to me! - Hey, keep your voice down.
- Both of you, don't talk to me. Stop! - Happy to oblige.
- Dad! - I'm sorry. - Luke, where are you going?!
- I'm going home to sift through his glorious past.
- Luke, if someone was interested in vengeance,
they would've taken me, and not Anthony!
I know the people that I put away hate me.
But they've done their time, they've moved on.
- Jim Chilton hasn't moved on at all.
- The guy left us a clue to find. He's a psychopath.
- Obviously. - Well, psychopaths work on urges, not vengeance!
- Dad, is it that black and white?
- It is. I've worked with these people in one form or another my entire career.
If Anthony was taken by a psychopath...
we need to find him now.
- Hi. - Hi.
Who are you?
Your boyfriend tried to strangle me.
So you show up here and... you expect me to help?
- You're the one who posted on my son's site,
you're the one who told my ex-husband there were
lots of people who wanted to get back at Henry Sullivan.
You're a part of this investigation.
If you know something, you have to tell me.
- Cops already questioned me.
If they had anything on me, I'd be at the station.
- Is it money that you want?
'Cause I can get it.
I can go to the ATM right now.
[moaning on TV]
Please help me.
- So our cat-killer's clearly done this before.
- The decapitated animal was left out for us.
On purpose, like an announcement.
- Announcing what? Our guy's more of a dog person?
- Where are we with the car owners?
- As of an hour ago, we still got three left to contact:
Pine, Price and Lackey.
- Let's start there. - I have a hunch about Lackey.
[background chatter]
- OK, park over there.
By the black fence.
- What do we do now? - We wait for them to come out.
- I don't see how following the cops around
is going to get us anywhere.
- Because they're cops, they have procedures.
We don't.
- I don't have the patience for this.
Martin Lackey? - Yeah?
- Hello, Sir. Detective-Sergeant Cooper.
- Lieutenant-Detective Bowden.
- Do you own a black hatchback car?
- Yeah.
- We're conducting a sweep of the neighbourhood.
It involves a car that looks like yours.
Could we step inside? We'd like to talk to you.
Sure we can't come in? Just for quick, friendly chat.
- Got a warrant? - Oh, there's no need for that.
We just want to ask you a few questions.
- I'm not really dressed for company right now.
- Get on the driver's side. - What?!
- Bring the car around.
- What is that boy doing?
- I don't know, but I think it's something illegal...
- Listen, I got nothing to say to ya.
I want to go back to bed. So is that clear enough for you?
- OK, that's fine, Mr. Lackey. You get some sleep and, uh--
And I guess we'll be seeing each other soon.
[alarm blaring]
- Get in! Get in! - What are you doing? - Go! Go! Go!
- Was that us?
[alarm blaring] [barking]
[grunting]
- OK... we have a party to go to.
You said you wanted information, right?
Let's go.
You coming, or not?
- OK, they're looking into people with similar cars, huh?
Black. Four-door. Hatchback.
That'll be the car the cat guy is driving.
That's why they have their DMV records.
- Just to be clear, if they offer me a deal, I'm ratting you guys out.
- So only three people on the list have criminal records:
Martin Lackey, Stephen Price, this guy Francis Pine.
These guys all live in the area. Susan will look at them first.
Pine looks unlikely to me.
One single charge of drug possession when he was 20.
- Francis Pine has an alibi.
Poker night. Let's see if it checks out.
- The guy in the apartment... Lackey, Martin Lackey,
he's got convictions for, uh...
drug trafficking and...
sexual assault.
- Seriously? [phone ringing]
Hello?
Oh, shit. How long?
Um... no, I'll be right there.
OK, bye.
I have to go to the hospital. Um, just call me later, OK?
- OK.
- Dad, you're gonna be okay? Do you need anything?
- No, I'm fine. - OK.
Just, uh, keep an eye on him, OK?
- OK.
- Hey, this other guy? His name's Stephen Price;
he did two years for assault with bodily harm.
And listen to this:
it says he was homeless for a while.
- So what are you thinking? - On that list,
there's only two people with a history of violence:
Martin Lackey and Stephen Price. It's gotta be one of them.
- Stephen Price? - Yes?
- Is this your vehicle?
- Who are you? - I'm Detective-Sergeant Cooper.
- Can we ask you a few questions, Mr. Price?
- What do you want to know?
- Well, there was an incident in Sunnyside Park.
We'd like to know where you were on Sunday night.
- I was working. - Where do you work?
- At an electric shop. - Which one?
- C Electric. - You're an electrician?
- No... I'm a cleaner.
- Do you live here alone? - Yes.
- Do you own this house? - Yes.
- Were you aware
that several cats have been taken in the area?
- No.
- Do you mind if we inspect your vehicle, sir?
- My mechanic takes care of that.
[scoffing] - It won't take long.
- Please, go away.
- No, Mr. Price, that's not what I meant. Sir?
- I have nothing to say to you.
Go away! Go away now, OK?
- He's a little sensitive.
[phone ringing]
Cooper.
Yeah.
OK.
Alright. Thanks. Bye.
So someone saw a black Audi speed off
from the apartment building where our car was broken into.
- Damn. Henry.
I'll take care of it.
- How does a guy who was on the streets a couple of years ago
end up with a house like that?
- Let's look into it.
- Donna! Thanks for calling me.
Did Fred come back?
- No, he left earlier today.
He said he was going out for some air and just vanished.
- OK. I, uh... I think I know where he went.
[soft, dramatic music]
- Where are we going?
- Up the road.
- Am I gonna get any answers?
- Relax.
It'll be fun.
[grunting]
Madam!
- Chilly Chilton! Holy shit!
[laughs]
- Hey, Cartwright!
- Hi, beautiful.
Is the pretty lady shy? Come on! Come on!
I got whatever you need to make you feel comfy!
- Come on.
- Yeah.
- After you.
- Home sweet hell.
- Ooh! That smells nice!
- Yeah, I used to see Stephen around all the time.
Another product of our failed institutions.
- Was he one of your clients?
- We don't like to use that term.
Look, everyone around here knows we're social workers,
but we try to blend in.
But, yeah, Stephen was around when I first started.
Antisocial behaviour, a few psychotic episodes.
I had to bring him to the psych ward a couple of times.
- Is he violent?
- I wouldn't say violent. Unpredictable... maybe.
- Does he have any family? - Not that I know of.
- Where's he from?
- No idea. Hey, Mandy.
- Hi, sugar.
- When's the last time you saw Stephen Price?
- Stephen?
Maybe two years.
- Do you remember the last time you saw him?
- Yeah. We were sitting under the overpass,
swapping stories.
I was kind of buzzed.
Stephen never drank.
He just kept me company.
Then this car pulled up. Driver rolled down the window...
- Did you see the driver's face?
- No. But Stephen did.
Boy, you shoulda seen the look:
jumped up like a kid on Christmas morning,
tears in his eyes.
Climbed right in.
- And that's the last time you saw him?
- Yep.
Didn't even turn around to say goodbye.
- Do you remember the kind of car?
- I think it was silver.
Maybe blue? [sighs]
- Thanks, Mandy.
- Did something happen to him?
- Only good things, it seems. Thanks, guys.
- Damn, Chilly! [laughs]
You scored way outta your league man, huh?
- Shut up, Gil. [chuckling]
- Little sugar? My sugar?
[sniffing]
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Whoa! Sit down.
Don't get upset.
Just - pfft! - sit down.
Hey... live in the now. [sniffing]
So Chilly tells me you need information on Henry Sullivan.
Oh, excuse me, the Right Honourable Justice
Henry Sullivan, AKA shit-eating bastard.
[chuckling]
Huh? Is that right? - Yeah.
- And I hear you'll do whatever it takes...
to get that information.
[inhales, coughs]
Shit, with everything I know about him,
I'll be banging her till next Christmas.
[dispatch]: 13-30, what's your location?
- 13-30 still at Lackey's.
- Oh...
Susan left two guys to watch the house.
He must not have let her in.
- Why would he do that?
- Because he has something to hide.
He probably made her go get a warrant.
[phone buzzing]
- Shit, can you take me back to my car quickly?
Helen's in trouble.
- Are you serious? - Yes.
- Fred?
Fred?
Oh, Fred! Thank God! Jesus Christ!
Fred, you scared the shit out of me!!
- Sorry.
- Hey. - Hey.
- How are you?
I, um... I bought you some pills.
- How'd you find the place?
- Well, it's, uh, it's Mercy Lake, Fred.
There're only a few places out here.
And certainly only one that looks like this!
Really, um... your house is really something.
- Yeah.
Maybe I hoped you'd remember.
[soft music]
[distant barking]
[haunting music]
[exhales]
- I won't hurt you.
What's the matter?
Talk to Daddy.
- Look, I'm here to find my son. Are you gonna help me, or not?
- Your son?
But...
What are you talking about?
- What...?
Gil, I'm sorry, man! Come on! Ah!
- I've met some dumb-asses in my life, but you take the cake!!
- Helen! Helen! Helen! It's me! - Can you imagine what she's going through?! Huh?! Can you?!
- We gotta to go! - What the hell are you doing here?
- Come with me! I'll tell you everything I know about Henry Sullivan.
Get lost!! The party's over!!
[grunting softly]
- Anthony.
Anthony? Anthony?
Anthony?
[exclaiming]
[soft dramatic music, no dialogue]
[chuckling]
- Why'd you take off, Fred?
[sighs]
- I guess I just wanted...
...a last hurrah. [chuckling]
I was thinking about my mother.
How she went into the hospital and never came out.
- You were little when she died?
- Yeah.
- I guess it's never easy, is it? I was 37 and...
...that was still too soon.
My dad took it the hardest.
It was almost like losing them both at once.
- He must've loved her deeply.
- He did. You'd never know it to look at him,
'cause he's such an old crank, but he was different with her.
It's almost...
it's almost like...
...he used up all his love on her
and the rest of us got scraps. [chuckling]
At least that's what I always thought until, uh...
- Until what?
- Until Anthony... came along.
- I'm sorry.
- Tell me...
tell me about your mom.
You know, what was she... what was she like?
[sighing]
- All my favourite memories are with her.
- Really? - Yeah.
I guess that's why she's been on my mind so much lately.
Looking back over my life.
Thinking about what matters.
The people who matter.
- The joint's been my second home on and off since I was 20.
I'm 61 now, so you do the math.
In 41 years, I've met a lot of people who hated your father.
The longest sentence I ever got was 'cause of him.
[laughing ruefully]
I don't know what that guy's problem was.
- Do you hate him enough to want revenge?
- I had nothing to do with this. Is that clear?
- Thank you.
- You have time to hate someone
when you're doing 10, 15, 25 years.
But taking a kid?
Even if you've killed people, you still have a code of honour.
You don't touch kids.
- But what about the... crazies?
There must've been dangerous people in there?
[laughs]
- Yeah, there's definitely some people who weren't all there.
One guy in particular-- - Who?
- The guy who raped his wife.
- Uh, I'm sorry, whose wife?
- Sullivan's wife. - What?
- A total whackjob. He raped the whole city.
- Who did?
- Jason Dodd.
Dangerous guy. - He raped Margaret?
- You... didn't know?
- When did this happen? - Early '70s.
He even got her pregnant.
- When in the '70s? [phone buzzing]
Excuse me.
Hello?
- I need to know where your father is. Now.
- What's going on?
- He smashed my car, stole important files,
then broke into a potential suspect's home,
where he found a drug lab
and turned the whole place upside down.
An eyewitness saw him drive off, covered in blood.
He's dangerous now, Luke.
- But thanks to him, you got in, right?
- What? - You didn't have a warrant.
Dad made it so you could get inside Lackey's apartment.
Susan, if you think we're gonna sit here and do nothing...
after we finally have a lead?
Anthony, he's counting on us.
- Luke, I'm going to be straight with you.
I think we need to consider the possibility that...
Anthony is not alive.
And if that's the case,
then the only thing we can do is try and find whoever did it.
And you and your father are screwing up our chances
by interfering.
Henry is a danger to himself and to the investigation.
Tell me where he is right now.
- He has your files.
He's looking into the ones with criminal records.
He's going after Stephen Price now.
[soft music]
- Stephen Price? Hey, I just want to talk to you.
I just... I just want to talk to you.
Stephen, I just want to talk for one minute!
I don't care about cats, OK?
A cat's a cat, OK?
But what did you do with him?
Huh?
- I didn't do anything.
What do you want?
- That's my grandson. That's who we're looking for.
- I don't know what you're talking about.
- He... You do. - No, I... I don't.
- You do. You know what I'm talking about. - Leave me alone.
- You do! It's my grandson! Huh?!
[exclaiming]
You tell me where he is! - No! No!
- Tell me where he is! Tell me where he is!
You tell me where he is! - No! No! No!
[soft, dramatic music]
- He came in looking for Catherine,
with a pretty deep cut on his wrist.
- On his wrist?
- An accident, he said, but he was talking incoherently.
It took some effort,
but we convinced him to check himself in.
His vitals were spiking, elevated heart rate, anxiety,
so we administered a sedative.
He's right in here.
- Thank you. - You're welcome.
- Susan?
- The psychiatrist came by. They're gonna keep him.
Martin Lackey had nothing to do with Anthony, Luke.
You've made quite a mess for us. - Yeah, I'm...
- Do you know who Jason Dodd is, Susan?
- Yes.
But it can't be Dodd, Helen. He died.
- When?
- Shortly after he was released from prison.
Before Anthony's disappearance.
I know. I was the lead investigator.
He died a gruesome death. - What do you mean, gruesome?
- He was castrated.
- Couldn't he have had accomplices?
- I highly doubt it.
Dodd was a maniac. He worked alone.
He was completely antisocial.
- He raped my mother.
- I know. - And she got pregnant.
Did... did she have the baby?
And-and, uh, what... what year did this happen?
- I'd have to look it up in the file.
- Mr. Charters. - Detective Cooper.
- Thanks for coming. - Not at all. Follow me.
- Shit.
- Well, after the attack, he didn't press any charges.
The fact is, we're looking into him
with respect to another matter.
- Really? Nothing serious, I hope?
- I can't say, but I'd like to know a little bit more
about him.
- Well, I can't say anything bad about him.
He's a good employee. Doesn't bother anyone.
- Luke, even if he is your father,
it doesn't mean anything.
- This...
OK.
I... I can't understand shit!!
This is bullshit!
That bastard can tell me to my goddamn face!!
- Ever behaved violently?
[laughing] - No.
Never. - Any weird habits?
[sighs]
- Listen, Stephen Price is an odd fellow,
there's no doubt.
But there's an explanation for that.
He's, uh
He's had it tough.
- What do you mean, he's had it tough?
- We both went to the same place. I know what I'm talking about.
- And what place would that be?
- We both went to St. James.
That's why I hired him: to give the guy a chance.
[panting]
- It's not you!
Luke, it's not you.
You were born December 20, 1972.
The rape took place April 14, 1971.
- Why wouldn't my mother tell me? - Listen to me!
You were born 20 months later. It can't be you.
- What exactly is St. James?
- It's an orphanage.
- What?
- She must've gotten pregnant again shortly after giving birth.
It isn't you.
- Then who's the boy?
Subtitling: CNST, Montreal