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How you doing?
What'd you want
to see me for?
Whooee, right to it,
sister?
It's cold, it's early, and I'm not your sister.
What do you want?
I know something.
You're gonna want to know.
It'll be worth a lot to you.
Tell me what you know,
I'll tell you what it's worth.
I worked in a hospital,
my last stretch in the joint.
Just got out six weeks ago.
Good for you.
Pete Seider was in there.
Got cancer.
- Good for him.
- That's harsh.
Anyways, he, uh,
he would talk at night
you know, the morphine?
Losing the feeling
in my toes.
Seider told me he lied
about your brother, Tyrone.
- Lied how? In court?
- Yeah, figured he'd get
some kind of consideration
when it came to his sentencing.
Tyrone never said
he killed that kid.
Seider never heard him confess;
just made it up.
- Is Seider still in prison?
- No.
No, you could say
he's out too.
Died last month.
So?
What's this?
Get yourself a hat.
You don't give a damn
about your own brother?
That's cold!
- Sorry.
Crazy morning.
You are the
- Miscarriage.
Test results.
Platelet antigen genotyping.
Did I explain this to you
last time you were in?
Antigen?
I don't
I'm sorry, we've had
so many tests.
Seriously, there is less blood
work done at a *** scene.
My wife works Homicide,
so she knows a lot about blood.
- Do you know what platelets are?
- Very small plates?
Platelets are cells
that assist clotting.
There's a very rare
type of platelet
found in less than 2%
of the population.
You have it.
Good rare or bad rare?
Unfortunately, your platelets are
incompatible with your husband's.
- Danny and I are incompatible?
- Your platelets are, yes.
But we look so good
together.
In the majority of cases,
your body won't recognize
the platelets of any foetus
conceived by you and your husband.
- So what does that mean?
- Your wife's system
will generate antibodies
to attack the foetus' platelets
and cause haemorrhaging.
My body will attack my own baby?
It's called neonatal
alloimmune thrombocytopenia.
- Try saying that three times fast.
- NAIT for short.
There's treatment, right?
It exists.
It's somewhat invasive.
There are steroids,
uh, perhaps
in utero
blood transfusions.
But your chances
of a healthy pregnancy are
still not good.
I have literature
that outlines the risks.
At this point, you may want
to consider other options.
Let me know if you have
any questions.
Thanks.
Thanks.
- That was fun.
- Jess.
Medical science has
declared us incompatible.
How cool was that?
Well, she said there was
treatment, though, right?
Yeah, "somewhat invasive".
That's code, Danny, for
"This ain't gonna be pretty".
Well, there's no harm in checking it out.
- No harm for you.
- OK, w
Jess.
Let's go grab
a coffee or something.
Doc said "other options".
That's code too, Danny, for "moving on".
OK, Jess, I think we just need to let
this sink in, you know, before we
I'm gonna let it
sink in later.
Morning.
Peameal, cheddar, black.
Thank you.
- Peameal, double-double.
- Thanks.
Wholewheat,
no butter, no mayo,
cucumber, lettuce,
wheatgrass.
- Thank you.
- Are we sure he's Canadian?
Embrace the inevitable, Spears.
I mean a meatless future,
the one where crippling carbon
emissions from indusririal
farming is replaced with clean,
fresh, sustainable agriculture.
You got a minute?
OK.
You know
about my brother.
What brother?
He's doing 15 years
for second-degree.
Well, this morning an ex-con
told me that a key witness lied
at his trial.
Reliable information?
As reliable
as the original testimony.
- Where's the witness now?
- He's dead.
So it's hearsay.
Somebody ever tell you
something, and, uh,
you don't know where to put it,
and you don't know
what to do with it,
and it just
sits there
in your stomach?
I'll look into it.
No.
No, no,
that's not why I came in here.
- Well, you can't do it, Ingrid.
You're his sister.
It's conf
- I wasn't asking for you help.
- We review cases here; that's what we do.
- I don't want a review.
- But your brother might.
- No.
- Why?
- Because Tyrone murdered that boy.
You know that?
- Shouldn't have said anything.
- We're reviewing your brother's case.
- No, Jess, I just
- Ingrid.
Not the boss of me.
Tyrone Evans.
OK, let's all start
by admitting that we know
about some of the particulars
of the case.
Guys, I know people talk.
What have we heard?
That your brother was
convicted of a homicide.
- The sex slaying of a juvenile.
- Out in Durham.
Chris Harris, 16 years old,
last seen getting into a van
with my brother at a truck stop
outside Pickering.
They found the kid's blood
in the van, right?
And bleach.
Tyrone cleaned the van,
but left trace blood spatter.
Matched the boy's DNA.
But the kid's body was
never recovered.
Went to see Tyrone
to ask him to tell me
where he left the body.
I begged him to tell me
just so I could give
the parents some peace.
- What did Tyrone say?
- Nothing
He asked to be returned
to his cell.
If they never recovered
a body, I mean,
what was he convicted on?
Circumstantial evidence.
Strong circumstantial
evidence.
- Priors?
- One:
*** interference
with a minor.
Staff, this is a bad idea.
Who was lead investigator?
Dave Cobb.
He's an inspector now.
- Cobb.
Ew.
- What's wrong with Dave Cobb?
Did a joint-forces when I was
back in Homicide.
horse's ***.
Martin, get in touch with
the file manager in Durham.
Tell him we've got a case
with a similar M.
O.
I'll get the trial
transcripts.
Hold on, hold on, hold on.
You're going to access the file
without giving Cobb a heads-up?
Why wake the beast?
The crown had
a solid case.
When they had a confession.
Now they don't.
Ingrid, stay
at arm's length.
Martin's arm.
It's longer.
- This is a mistake.
- You got any gum? - No.
Look,
doctors don't operate
on their families,
and we don't
investigate our own.
Tyrone Evans isn't
one of our own.
- Ingrid Evans is.
- And we owe it to her.
- She's on our team.
- You have bacon breath.
We're going to be looking
under a lot of rocks, and Ingrid
might not be thrilled
with what we find.
- Well, Ingrid's a big girl.
- If this goes south in any way,
we could lose her.
Ingrid will walk from this unit.
Call Cobb and throw it to him.
He is not going to admit
he sent the wrong man to jail.
Did Cobb screw you over or seething?
Is that what this is about?
No, this is about Ingrid and her brother,
who may have been wrongfully convicted.
You haven't even seen his file.
You haven't even talked to this guy, Jess.
You're right.
I'm going
to see your brother.
What's up, man?
Hmph.
Detective Sergeant
Jessa a King.
- I work with your sister.
- Don't have a sister.
- Well, the sister
you don't have.
Someone told her
that Pete Seider lied in court
about you confessing to ***.
We're planning on reviewing your case.
Five years on,
ndnd now my thinks
And now she thinks
the whole truth wasn't told?
Are there any other facts that were presented
at your trial that you believe are untrue?
OK, my parole hearing is
this week.
I've completed my programs,
nothing in my files.
I present no risk
to the community.
- Sounds pretty good.
- If I want to be released,
I've got to take responsibility.
That's what they want, right?
- Usually, yes.
- Yeah, otherwise
I'm stuck in here
for another five years.
But if we find new evidence
that exonerates
You're going to find it
in the next couple of days?
I can't promise that.
So, if you come up empty,
who pays the price?
You.
What you say to the parole
board, I guess that depends
on whether you actually killed
Chris Harris or not.
OK, how about this? I go home,
and you go for your parole?
Should I
say hi to Ingrid,
or?
Guess not.
Hi.
Guess who I saw today
in prison.
Ingrid's brother, Tyrone.
Whatcha looking at?
Something dirty?
I'm just checking out
this, uh NAIT thing.
Prednisone,
intrauterine
transfusions,
elective caesarean
You know, Tyrone didn't once
say he didn't do it.
It's kind of refreshing.
"Only one in 10 NAI pregnancies develop serious"
complication.
"
Or 10% have
serious complications.
No, only one in three
You want to make book
on me having a baby?
That's not what
I'm saying.
I'm
OK, so, what are the odds
if I lose another kid?
Three to one, I become
chronically depressed.
Two to one,
you blame me.
Even money, I feel
like a total frickin' failure.
I would never,
ever blame you.
Yes, you would.
They're not your platelets.
Come here.
Why don't we just adopt?
Because I'm I'm not ready
to give up yet, honey.
What, "s-it's not a real
family if it's not our genes?"
Is that what you're saying?
What? No.
Jess, I'm Danny.
Is that what you're saying?
I
Yes.
OK?
Yes, that's what I want.
I mean, for now at least,
anyway, you know,
until we know for sure
Well, I don't want to be
pumped full of drugs
and turned into a science
experiment.
How's that?
OK.
OK.
Come here.
- I've got to look at Tyrone's file.
- Don't
Tonight? Right now?
Yeah, right now.
Our victim, Chris Harris, and his
best friend, Josh Prentice, are
supposed to go and see the Junior
national team play in Oshawa.
Josh changes his mind
and drops Chris off
at a service station on the 401,
where he sees Chris get
into a van with "Rawley"
Precision Equipment"
on the side.
Chris never returns home.
Josh tells our boys about the van,
they trace it through
the company, and find out
that Tyrone Evans was
the driver.
Marijuana and poppers
in a toolbox.
Empty bottle of rum
under the driver's seat, and,
uh, Chris Harris' cell phone
wedged in the passenger side.
The luminol shows blood
spatter in the back of the van.
It's Chris Harris' blood.
Tyrone had a split lip, bruising to his arms.
- And what was his story?
- Which one? First he says he never gave anyone a ride.
Then he says
he picked the kid up
and dropped him off when
he turned north to Peterborough.
Then he says they pulled off
the road to party,
the kid gets high, freaks out,
attacks Tyrone, and runs.
Maybe Tyrone tried something
on the kid,
kid doesn't want to play,
gets ugly, Tyrone wins.
It's consistent with the sex charge in
interference with a minor.
Spears, we'll start
with Chris Harris' parents.
And, Martin, get the details
of the case in Alberta.
Sure.
Do you want me to put
this stuff up on the boards?
No.
Put it back
in the box.
With Chris,
everything was about hockey.
He was a beautiful player.
He just had to keep working,
and then he
So, Sunday night
you realized he disappeared.
He went away
for the weekend.
We thought maybe he was
at the Prentices',
but Josh said he hadn't
seen him since Saturday,
and that's when I called
the police.
Did your son experiment
at all with drugs, alcohol?
No, Chris was on track
for the NHL.
There was none of that.
Tyrone Evans made a statement
That *** lied about that,
just like he lied about everything.
I know why he's
never said where he put
Chris' body.
'Cause then police could tell
what that pervert did to Chris.
Why are you stirring up
doubts about Tyrone Evans
just as he's up for parole?
You're trying to help a killer
get early release?
- No, that's not true.
- Do you have any idea what it's like to lose a child?
Yes, I do.
Mrs.
Harris, we know
this isn't easy for you.
My husband can't
even talk about it.
It never gets better.
And it never goes away.
Looks like
the Prentices are doing OK.
Mr.
Prentice?
Detective Sergeant King.
This is
Detective Sergeant Spears.
We're here to talk to your son
about Chris Harris.
Why?
You turned up something new?
Well, that's what we're
trying to determine.
It took us five years
to get Josh to the point where
he's not beating himself up
every day about leaving Chris
on the highway.
Where you here that night when he
came back from dropping Chris?
- No, Sheila and I were out.
- When you got home, did Josh seem upset?
We were all upset.
I coached the kid.
Him and Josh.
Every boy that shared the ice with Chris,
none of them will ever be the same.
And where is Josh
at the moment?
Whenever he talks about it,
he has to relive
that whole business.
We get all that grief again.
We understand.
If you did,
you'd leave him alone.
I can't allow you to see him.
He's an adult.
That's his decision to make.
When we called, Mrs.
Prentice
said he would be back
around this time.
Yeah, well he's not here.
We'll wait.
So, better to leave
a gay black man
rotting in prison
than find out the truth.
No one wants to revisit
an experience like that.
So the truth might be that
the gay black guy is guilty.
Yeah, it's an option, but
Jess doesn't want to give it a try.
Well, I don't know.
I think
the woman should dri the bus.
Read this.
Probably know it by heart.
I don't even know
what that means.
It's the woman who has
to pop out the kids,
so stuff like this NAIT thing,
that's her call, it's not yours.
Sless, a bunch of us argogoing to check
out Big Slick tonight.
You up for it?
I'm kind of over that.
- All right, no sweat.
- Big Slick? Let's go.
It's this Toronto indie band.
I've seen enough of them.
My first mentor
Wakefield.
Wakefield?
Didn't the two of you
Shut up.
He used to say you could have all
the evidence in the world
you can have that feeling
in your gut that you've
got the right guy, but there's
still that moment when click
he finally confesses.
Well, sometimes if
you don't get perfect you have to settle
for good enough.
No, I don't.
Here's our boy.
Mrs.
Prentice, Josh,
I'm Detective Sergeant King,
this is Detective
Sergeant Spears.
Can we talk to you
for a minute?
I had an assignment due
the next day,
so my folks wouldn't
let me go to the game.
Chris still wanted to go?
Yeah.
So I drove him
to the service centre.
There's a coffee shop there.
That's where he met Evans.
- You saw them get in the van?
- Well, I had to get gas,
then I did a U-turn back through the
parking lot where I dropped him off.
- Looking out for him, making sure he got a ride?
- Yeah, I guess.
And that's when I saw them.
Just the two of them? No one else?
Not from what I can see.
Was anyone particularly
interested in them?
Anyone pull out after them?
- No.
- Did you follow them out?
Well, I had to go
to the next exit to turn around.
- And then where'd you go?
- Home.
- Was Chris mad that you bailed on him?
- I didn't bail on him.
My parents said I couldn't go.
Pickering service station
that's practically
half the way to Oshawa.
Look, I know if I went to the game
Chris would still be alive, OK?
- I know that.
- Ron.
- OK, that's enough for today.
- Thanks, Josh.
You have our cards if you can
think of anything else.
And, uh,
what was the mark?
- What? - Your assignment.
- I-I don't remember.
Thanks.
- You OK?
- Yeah.
OK, wait there.
I'll be right down.
Yes, we'll eat
before the game.
OK, bye.
Taking the nephews
to basketball.
I, uh, talked
to Sex Crimes
in Edmonton.
We're not supposed
to discuss the case.
We're not discussing;
I'm just telling you where the detectives are.
Doesn't mean I'm listening.
The victim in your brother's *** interference
case was 16; your brother was 19 at the time.
- I'm aware of that.
- He was renting a basement apartment from the boy's
parents, the parents went out
one evening, came home early,
and caught the two of them in a hot tub.
That's all the detail I need.
As far as the detective's
concerned, I mean, what went on
between the two of them was consensual.
OK, stop.
Nineteen's an adult;
And the only reason
the parents pushed
the interference charge was
because, in their words,
"Our son is not a homosexual".
Three years later,
in university,
he organized his school's
first gay pride parade.
OK, now you've told me.
I mean, no violence,
no coercion.
At worst, your brother was
guilty of seduction.
No, at worst, my brother was a
predator and then he stepped it up.
So there's no way
he's innocent?
One thing my brother is not
is innocent.
Did we just set Josh Prentice
back five years?
Maybe.
But something's
going on there.
- Yeah, not quite right.
- Run a check on him.
- What are we looking for?
- Don't know yet.
Tyron's Edmonton charge
wasn't as bad as it sounded.
I put the report on your desk.
OK.
I've just ran through phone tips
received after Chris Harris disappeared.
They must have got thousands,
everywhere from St.
John's
to Saskatoon.
Pretty much.
There's a few that came in
after Tyrone's arrest,
including one from a trucker
who says he picked up a kid
in rough shape the morning after
Chris Harris disappeared.
Where?
A few clicks down the road from where
Tyrone claims he pulled off to party.
- Did Durham follow up?
- Just says "clear", no details.
- Find me the trucker.
- He's still working for the same hauling company,
and he's due home
in Verdun tomorrow morning.
- Meet him there.
- That's Montreal.
Allons-y.
Start driving.
Save your receipts,
- Martin.
- Evening.
- Spears.
- Detective Constable.
- Punching out?
- What? No.
- How long?
- A while.
What?
You asked me, Jess.
I was honest, OK?
Don't punish me for that.
Not punishing you, Danny;
working.
You're working.
A couple of guys are
going to go see a band tonight.
Yeah, do that.
- OK.
- Have fun.
The only thing in the
system on Josh Prentice is
an impaired driving
the year after Chris was killed.
- Teenee drinking.
Happens.
- I'll have a full background
in the morning.
OK.
Night.
Is that what
this is about?
Keep busy at work
so you don't have to face
what's going on at home?
Nothing's going on at home.
- I'm sorry to hear that.
- Good night.
Night.
Jessica King.
You believe
I didn't kill that boy?
I'm willing to consider
the possibility.
My parole hearing's tomorrow.
You got anything I can use?
- Tell me what happened in the back of that van.
- We partied.
Right.
Good-looking boy, pretty yummy.
Must have been tempting.
I don't remember.
Look, the kid wasn't a *** or a doper.
Why did he decide to party with you?
Was that the cost
of the ride, Tyrone?
I'm not Dave Cobb; I don't care if you
wanted to have sex with the boy.
I just need to know the truth.
I told the truth, and it landed me in jail.
And tomorrow morning,
if you lie and say you did it,
you'll get out.
What are you going to do?
I don't know.
- King.
- Chief.
Inspector Cobb called
from Durham Homicide.
Chris Harris' mother ripped him
front, back, and sideways.
- Cobb.
Sir, I was going to
- He wanted to know when
we expanded our jurisdiction
to Bowmanville.
He wears shirts and ties
that never match,
and those little ankle socks
with the patterns up the side
Then Chris Harris' mother
called me.
I'm just saying it's very distracting
when you're trying to work.
She was wondering why a convicted killer
was getting more consideration from
the service than his victim's family.
I found it difficult to provide an adequate answer.
We got a little ahead of ourselves, Chief.
I will call Cobb.
I'll apologize.
- Turn over your notes.
- Chief.
Cobb's case.
Put this thing back in
the box and ship it bac t to Durham.
- Sir
- Back in the box, King.
- We're done?
- Direct orders.
Tyrone Evans called,
wants to talk to you.
I want to see his face.
Ready to roll?
What's that?
Look, if anyone asks, I got it
wrestling a guy into the drunk tank, OK?
- Anyone, or your wife?
- Just whoever, Taylor.
- Why should I cover for you?
- 'Cause that's what partners do, buddy.
Yeah? They lie
to each other too, I guess?
There's no Big Slick band.
You were talking poker
a king in the hole.
You were
playing cards last night.
OK.
Why don't you
speak up a little bit there?
Seriously.
I don't think they
heard you on the third floor.
Did you get that
for winning, or losing?
You better hope no one asks, 'cause
no way I'm covering for you.
I told the parole board.
I told them
I don't feel any remorse,
because I didn't do it.
So I'm looking
at another five years.
Tyrone, there's been
a development, I guess.
All right.
Your review is going
back to Durham,
back to Cobb.
Cobb's the one
who put me in here!
Your case is still under
review.
It's just back with
Five years of my
I know.
OK, Tyrone,
you need to tell me everything
you couldn't say back then
everything that's not
in these reports.
Now is your chance.
This is it.
You can be angry later,
but right now you need to tell me what
happened everything, all of it.
I bought the kid a coffee.
He looked torn up
about something.
How long does coffee take?
Fifteen, 20 minutes.
- Then you're in the van, driving.
- And I get him talking,
get him to laugh.
I take an exit,
find a side road.
Climb into the back
with a bottle,
some weed.
- And what do you think is gonna happen?
- I don't know.
I didn't know
where things were going.
But the more we kept talking,
the more screwed up he seemed.
We were both pretty wasted.
He breaks down,
sobbing like he can't stop.
But then he starts screaming
and wailing on me.
So you protect yourself,
right?
Maybe maybe
you didn't mean to
I smacked his head open.
Starts bleeding
like a son of a ***.
And he jumps out of the van
and starts running.
Did you go after him?
Why not?
I didn't I passed out.
I am so screwed, aren't I?
We'll look into this.
There's still a possibility
You know, thanks, Detective.
And thanks to my sister too.
Make sure she knows
how grateful I am
for all your help.
- He was upset.
- Who, Chris?
- He was wasted.
- No, before.
Chris was upset before Tyrone
even laid eyes on him.
- That's why he bought him coffee.
- So?
- Why?
- I What?
- How long does it take to gas up a van?
- I don't know.
Five minutes?
Josh Prentice said
he gassed up, pulled a uey,
and saw Chris get
into Tyrone's van.
Tyrone bought Chris a coffee
and sweetie-talked him
for 20 minutes he said.
Why was Josh hanging around?
- Get him in here?
- Yeah.
Even good friends can
get into it.
You two didn't have
a disagreement?
No.
When I was a teenager,
my sister and I used
to fight all the time.
Yelling, screaming,
hitting even.
But no matter how bad it got,
you know what she always
used to do?
No.
She'd come sit
outside my bedroom door
just to make sure I was OK.
Is that what you
were doing, Josh?
I don't know
what you mean.
After you dropped Chris off, why did you
sit in the parking lot for 20 minutes?
- I didn't.
- Just to make sure he was OK?
Or to make sure he'd go away?
So, the trucker definitely
thought it was Chris Harris.
The cop told him
the kid had been murdered.
- Did he say where he took him?
- Yeah.
He dropped him off
in front of a free clinic
on Saint Catherine.
The kid was
complaining of a he had
a head injury of some sort.
Follow up on that.
Yeah.
I located a street nurse who
used to run the clinic,
and I'm on my way to see her now.
- Let me know.
- Will do.
He was the best little boy
in the world.
Till about 13, 14.
Then trouble.
Skipping classes,
thieving.
And by 17 he was gone.
Out West.
We didn't hear for years
till he was charged.
Then it all came out.
When I was 16,
I was going to clubs.
Had 30-year-old guys
buying me drinks.
And no one ever pointed
a finger at those guys
or called them a paedophile.
My mother
through everything, she held her
head high and her back straight.
But it nearly killed her.
We don't get many
who look like this.
Usually
they are dirty, long hair,
been living in the streets.
Yeah.
He was roughed up.
He had a head injury.
It was a long time ago.
We see hundreds, eh?
I'm sure.
Well, do you have
any records we could look at?
- Is this one in trouble?
- No.
Then why are you
looking for him?
There's
some people in Toronto
who'd really like
to know he's alive.
Maybe this boy,
he like being dead
doesn't want to be found.
I certainly understand that.
I appreciate that, but, uh,
there's someone who could
could really use his help.
His name is
Lawrence McLennan.
He's still here.
He volunteer at the soup kitchen
in Cathédrale Saint-Just.
Christopher Harris?
- Who are you looking for?
- Christopher Harris.
I'm not gonna
hurt you, kid.
OK, OK.
I can be whoever I want.
It's a free country.
- Not for Tyrone Evans.
- Who?
Tyrone Evans, the man
convicted of your ***, Chris.
My ***?
What, so Chris Harris is dead?
Dead, yeah.
Come on, don't give me that.
All the media coverage, the search for
your body, the trial you had to know.
No, I was living
in dumpsters
and doorways.
Plus some pretty serious chemicals.
It was a dark time for me.
I'm not going back there.
- Nobody's asking you to.
- No, I mean Toronto.
I won't.
You're going back, at least
for a little while, Chris.
My name is Lawrence,
and I'm not going back.
OK, Lawrence,
you're going back.
We're going in my car.
The only choice you have is whether you
ride up front with me, or in the trunk.
I hope you like
Linda Ronstadt.
Great.
Martin found Chris Harris.
Alive.
- No, he didn't.
- Living in Montreal.
If we get this to a judge, we could
get Tyrone out as early as tomorrow.
Ingrid, you want to do that,
or should I?
He won't want to see me.
I wouldn't want to see me.
You don't know that.
I let him down.
You came into my office
and you asked me to help.
- No, I didn't.
- Yes, you did.
Sless.
What, you want to follow me home, make
sure I go straight there, or what?
What's this?
Address for a GA meeting
tonight.
- Are you kidding me, or what?
- No.
Gamblers Anonymous.
I think you should try it.
That's great.
Thanks.
Danny.
Deal with this, OK?
Before you compromise yourself,
or me, or somebody else.
I appreciate the concern,
Taylor.
That's good.
Thanks.
- Danny.
- What? What?
Show me a medallion tomorrow, or I
report you to Professional Standards.
How about you just put in for a
new partner, OK? How about that?
Yeah, I won't need to.
I go to Standards, they take you off the road.
Please have a seat.
What's going on that couldn't
wait till morning?
Chris Harris is alive.
- What?
- We've located him, and he's on his way here.
- Where?
- My god.
Liz and Al must be just
Very happy.
They are.
Before he gets here, though, Josh,
we need your help.
My help?
Yeah, you'll recall that
we talked about how you didn't
leave the service station
right away, that you waited
for Chris to catch a ride.
I never said that.
And that Chris was very upset when
he got into Tyrone Evans' van.
- No, he was OK when I dropped him off.
- Well, Whatever he was going thtough
was so painful that he doesn't
want to come back here.
not to see his parents,
not even to see you.
Look, if we're going
to help him,
- we need to know why he was so upset.
- He must have had some sort of
nervous breakdown.
He was a high-strung kid
I'm talking to Josh.
His best friend.
What did he say to you that day?
What did you guys talk about?
I don't
uh, I don't want to
- You don't have to, son.
- Yes, he does.
Josh, if there's something you haven't
told the police, you should tell them.
I think we're
leaving now.
Josh
Mr.
and Mrs.
Prentice, would you step
out with Detective Sergeant Spears?
- Why?
- This way, please.
Thank you.
Josh,
Chris is coming home.
And if you care
about him still,
which I believe you do,
you need to tell me
what happened?
I called him a liar.
I told him it wasn't happening,
that it never
that it never happened.
What never happened?
Chris said.
.
he told me
he was being made
to do things.
- What things?
- I pulled into the service centre,
and I said,
"Get out of my truck!"
I didn't care how he got
back to the city.
nd h he just got out.
He didn't say a word.
Who did he say
was making him do things?
My dad.
And you didn't want
to believe it was true.
I knew it was true.
I knew it
Mrs.
Prentice, would you come
with me, please?
Why? Wh-Where
are we going?
We're going upstairs with Josh
to Victim Services.
- Wait, wait a minute.
- Mr.
Prentice, please sit down.
- No, no no.
Why is sh
- Sit.
Down.
My god.
Chris?
My god.
Look at you.
You're so tall.
And you're thin!
My god.
Look.
Take care, buddy.
I was planning
on taking the bus.
Look, Ty, I
I don't know
how to start this.
So let me just start
by saying
I'm sorry.
You're putting together the
case against this Ron Prentice?
Yes, sir.
We were
trying to persuade
Chris Harris to testify.
It's likely that
other boys were abused as well.
If Harris testifies,
others will come forward.
I think he's beginning
to understand that, sir.
Good.
Good work.
You should both go home.
Or we should go
for a drink.
Home.
And, uh,
how was your day?
You know,
same old, same old.
Uhhuh.
I was thinking,
do you remember
when we used to have sex, and it had
nothing to do with making babies?
Vaguely.
- Is that a dynamite roll?
- Yes.
Listen
Whatever you want, Jess.
- What?
- I mean, I'm game
to do whatever we need to do
to start a family.
It's your call.
- Are you sure?
- Yes.
Absolutely.
You're driving the bus.
Is that what the kids are
calling it these days?