That's what we need every night.
A W.
Deller. Good hard solid work out there.
- Yes! - Yeah!
Ming! It is a shame about that hat trick tonight.
This close, right?
And Luka!
It is good to see you come as advertised, son!
Agghhh!
Hey, pass! Yeah, pass, pass, pass!
Damn!
St. John's goal
with six seconds left in the third!
67!
Luka Sokolov!
So here we have the game puck!
Now around here, Luka,
this is a token of honour.
And tonight,
- it is yours. - Ooooh!
- Thank you, Coach. - You're welcome.
You deserved it.
Right?
Okay.
You guys have a good time tonight.
There's a list on the door of who's to be
at the optional practice tomorrow.
Okay? So have a good time.
- But not too much. - Hey, Coach.
- Oi! - If practice is optional,
- how come there's a list? - Oh, I thought you'd want a chance
to stop riding the pine, Clive.
- Okay! - All right?
- I guess we'll see you at practice! - Guess I will be!
- I'll see you there! - Okay!
♪ There's not enough money to make ♪
♪ Give a young savage a break ♪
♪ There's not enough food on my plate ♪
- Welcome, bro. - Thank you.
All right, hey boys, boys!
I just realized something, eh?
We have yet to give our new Russian teammate a proper St. John's hello.
So, who's up for a midnight hike up Signal Hill, huh?
Yeah!
- Yeah, you into it? - I'm into it.
I'm with you!
Oh!
Oh, hey Rex!
Time to start working on your cardio, hey?
One of these coffees might be slowing me down.
Oh, thank you. I'll take that.
What have we got?
Luka Sokolov, twenty-five.
He's an NHL first-rounder who now plays for the Ice Pirates.
Apparently, he scored the game-winning goal last night
and came up here to celebrate. I think that's yours.
Oh. We got a murder weapon?
Look, I don't even know if we have a murder.
I mean, it's possible that he just fell
and struck his head.
There's a lot of dried blood.
I won't be able to get a good look at the wound
until we get it cleaned up.
So, he's been here for a while.
Time of death is anywhere between 2:00 and 3:00 a.m.
Find anything on him?
His wallet had $380 in it.
So, likely not a robbery.
Cell phone's on its way to Jesse.
Hold on, Rex. They just need a few more minutes.
- Who called it in? - Thomas Ming.
I'll take it from here.
So, Thomas Ming, what were you doing here last night?
Well, this hike is my team-bonding go-to.
Great way for out-of-towners to connect with the Rock.
Uh-huh. That always include vodka?
No. The vodka was Luka's idea.
But I'm the captain.
It's my responsibility.
When is the last time you saw Luka?
Around 1:00.
He with anyone?
- Yeah, a bunch of us. - Get specific.
Yeah, there was like,
maybe like five of us besides me and Luka.
Okay, and what, you were just up here enjoying the view?
No, we were talking. Passing the bottle around.
Everyone tried to keep up with Luka.
That was a mistake.
Anything else?
No, nothing I remember.
I came here because I needed to puke.
And then, must have laid down after and fell asleep.
You notice any friction between Luka
and any of your other teammates?
No, why would there be friction? Luka just got here.
None of us even knew him.
- I thought this was an accident. - You know that for sure?
No.
But there were four guys left who can probably back me up.
- I thought you said there was five. - Yeah, five. I don't know. I just...
It was a long night, okay?
I'd have to think about it.
I think it might have been... yeah, it was five of us.
It was five people from the team
and we were just hanging out.
Pull up your sleeve.
Yeah, it looks an awful lot like blood to me.
Well, it makes sense.
I was trying to revive Luka before I called 911, so...
Then why is there none on your hands or your jersey?
You know what? I'm going to need you to take that off.
I'm also going to need the names of all your other teammates.
- Seriously? - Yeah, seriously. Come on.
Okay, so Owen Blake, Amir Patel, and Clive Billington
shared an Uber home at 1:30 am.
The other guy, Jamie Wagner, walked home.
Leaving Luka alone with Ming.
Well, I mean, not completely alone.
There were a couple other guys according to Clive.
But he couldn't remember who.
Well, Ming was the only one to wake up with blood on him.
Okay, well, I'll just... I'll check with Owen and Amir
see if they can remember who was there.
So that was Isvestia, the Russian newspaper.
The press has been calling all morning.
I never realized that Luka was such a star.
Oh, a star is an understatement.
This guy broke all of Ovechkin's records
with Moscow Dynamo as an 11-year-old.
Why isn't he in the NHL?
Well, he was supposed to be.
He was scheduled to be drafted first overall
but then rumours of alcoholism
caused his stock to take a plummet.
Spent about half a season in the bigs.
Deemed an epic bust.
I heard he was looking pretty good last night.
Yeah, he was picked up on waivers. So he had incentive.
Uh, what are waivers?
Well, waivers are when an NHL team is interested.
So, it's an opportunity for him to get back to the show.
Yeah, that's the press again.
Good luck.
What are you thinking, Charlie?
Well, I don't want to jump to any conclusions
but Ming's looking pretty good.
He's the one that called it in though right?
What would you do if you'd killed somebody?
You'd just wait for the police to get there themselves?
Look, full disclosure. I um...
I know Ming. We went to high school together.
Jesse, why didn't you lead with that?
I don't know, I didn't think it was relevant.
Are you assuming innocence based on a personal relationship?
There's no relationship. I mean I haven't seen the guy in five years.
Okay. Well, I'm just letting you know
to be careful with this, okay?
Follow the evidence.
Well, actually, I just cracked Luka's phone.
Got a text from his wife at 2:00 am
saying she'd pick him up right around the time of death.
Is that evidence enough for you?
I can't believe Luka's gone.
I'm sorry. But I need to find out what happened.
You answered a text that Luka sent at 1:57 am.
- Something about picking him up. - Um, yes.
I got to Signal Hill around 2:15.
Found him singing Russian songs with the captain.
I don't think I've ever seen Luka so happy.
He apologized and said that he wanted to stay longer.
He wanted to make friends with his teammates.
Was anyone else with them?
One other. Slim.
Black or brown skin.
I've met him once only and
I have forgotten his name.
Did he have any other identifiable features?
Yes, he had a scar.
- A scar, you say? - Yeah.
All right, let's see here.
They kind of all have scars.
Oh. Okay, here we go.
Brayden Deller.
Took a puck above the brow a couple years back.
- Yeah, I'm going to need his number. - Okay, sure.
I doubt he'll get back to you until after the memorial though.
- What memorial? - For Luka.
The boys are going to want to send him off.
Here. Walk with me?
- Speaking of Luka... - Mm-hmm?
- How well did you know him? - Well, I mean,
I took him and his wife to dinner a couple of times
to make sure they were settling in.
- He seemed like a good man. - Yeah?
- You know, troubled though, but... - How so?
Well,
a lot of these Russian players come with a bit of baggage
if you know what I mean.
You ever see evidence of this baggage?
Frankly, Detective, we all have baggage. But...
nothing serious. No, sir. Not while I'm here.
I run a clean ship.
Here, it's for the love of the sport.
Yeah, there's nothing to see here, sir.
The team's devastated by this unfortunate accident.
And that is what it is.
An accident.
So, if you don't mind...
I've got to help set up.
You have a good day, Detective.
We're here if you need us.
Thanks.
Jesse.
Hey!
- It's been too long, bud! - Yeah, it really has.
Uh, so listen...
- Thanks for meeting me. - Yeah.
I'm guessing you heard about Luka Sokolov.
Yeah, but look, I really can't talk about it.
Dude, yeah. No, totally fair.
I get that. It's just, well...
I knew the cops questioned some of the guys
and I just wanted you to know I didn't do it.
Pass it over here!
- Awesome save! - Now watch this.
Hey, Joe. Any word on the Sokolov autopsy?
Yeah. Sarah said that there's a backlog.
So it might take a couple of days.
Mmmm, I was hoping I'd have something for tonight.
- What, for the memorial? - Yeah.
- How'd you know about that? - Jesse mentioned it to me.
He said that Thomas Ming invited him.
He's not going, is he?
Thomas Ming is a suspect.
I advised Jesse not to attend
but I left the decision up to him.
And technically, Thomas Ming isn't even a person of interest
until we can come up with a motive.
- Watch this! - Whoah!
Whoah!
That was amazing!
You should see him play basketball.
Here, boy!
Hey!
Good dog!
He was only with us a short time.
But he's an Ice Pirate forever.
Now,
he's lighting it up in the sky
where the ice is always smooth
and he can pull his filthy dangles on the angels.
To Luka Sokolov!
Our brother!
You think this is appropriate, Detective?
They're not kids.
And there's no good time to ask.
You of all people should know that.
67 candles.
Same number as Luka Sokolov's jersey.
The captain thought of every detail.
You know Thomas Ming?
Enough to know he had nothing to do with Luka's murder.
Well, I never said it was a murder.
And what makes you so sure that Ming had nothing to do with it?
Because he's a team guy.
A helper. Always there for
a teammate going through depression,
one torn up by a parent's divorce
and another when he lost a brother to suicide.
Yeah, it still doesn't mean he didn't do it.
And I'm curious why you know so much about these kids.
I'm the Zamboni driver.
They're the home team.
We're family by proximity.
So you knew Luka too?
Hmm?
We exchanged a few words.
Got to try out my Russian.
I took it back in high school but I'm rusty.
Did he get along with everyone?
Oh, come on, Winston. You have an opinion on everything.
What are you thinking?
That I wish Luka wore number four.
Wax on ice is a nightmare.
Yeah. Luka and Ming were singing when Venus came.
I tried joining but Russian drinking songs are hard.
- Was there any tension? - No.
But I was pretty wasted so I grabbed an Uber home.
Yeah.
Why are you wearing your jersey?
It's not mine. It's my brother's.
Right. The one you lost to suicide.
Yeah.
I wanted to wear it tonight, because well,
it just seemed right.
We know why you're here.
This is a tight team. Word gets around.
So, I'm going to say what everyone around here believes
because I know it for a fact.
Thomas Ming is innocent.
Okay, thank you for your time.
I know, I know. You don't have to say.
- Say what? - That I shouldn't have gone.
Hey, look, for what it's worth,
I was going to skip it, but Ming needed a friend.
And an update on the case.
Look, I know what I can and can't say
- to people involved in the case Charlie. - Relax, Jesse. I trust you.
Okay, but for the record, Thomas Ming has zero motive.
Ah, well, think again.
I just did some combing through Ming's contract on a hunch.
And it turns out that Luka's last game was also Ming's fiftieth.
And Ming had a rider in his contract
that paid him a 50 thousand dollar bonus
for 50 goals in 50 games.
He had 49 goals.
Wait. Didn't Luka refuse
- to pass to Ming on his final goal? - Exactly.
Which gives our man Ming,
50 thousand reasons to commit murder.
Sure. I was upset Luka didn't pass it to me.
I've got a mortgage to pay and I was wide open.
But I didn't kill him.
Well I mean, nobody's saying that you did it on purpose
but maybe you took some of that anger to the hill.
Maybe the vodka brought it out.
I had two goals and an assist
and Luka was in on all of them.
Yeah, but he took your fiftieth.
That's 50 grand.
That's enough to spark the fuse.
You see, we've confirmed that your teammate Brayden Deller,
he took an Uber at 2:28 a.m.
That makes you the last person to see Luka alive.
I am not a killer.
Just ask Jesse.
About that.
When's the last time you saw your good friend Jesse?
Not sure. Couple of years?
He says it's been five.
Didn't realize it's been that long.
Okay. You're free to go.
Don't go too far.
Still waiting on the full autopsy
but I did manage to get some initial findings.
- Now, you see that? - Mm hmm.
It's an imperfect jagged laceration.
It's likely from a rock
but it didn't match any of the terrain at the scene.
So there's another weapon.
That's what I'm thinking.
But Rex already combed the area.
Okay, well,
what if the killer had time to take it away from the scene?
I mean, even Rex has limits.
But the killer doesn't know that.
What if we put out word that Rex is doing a wider search?
The killer might decide to move the weapon.
And all we need is somebody who knows the suspect.
Well, hey, at least the detective made me realize, dude,
it's been five years since we hung out.
Right?
So what I'm saying is, when this is all over,
- we need to change that. - Yeah.
Yeah, that'd be really cool.
- Really cool. - Hey, uh,
thanks for this.
Yeah, it's nice not to have to talk about Luka for a change.
Don't worry, I promise I won't push you for any more updates
- or any of that noise. - I mean, look,
there's not much to tell.
This will all be over after the wide search.
The wide search?
Yeah, with Rex, our K9 officer.
Yeah, they'll get him to track the victim's blood.
Then do a drive around
just in case the weapon's hidden away from the scene.
That dog's got great range.
I tell you.
How crazy are we talking?
Oh, 50 miles. Maybe more.
Even when evidence is buried or hidden under water,
it doesn't get past him.
- It's nuts. - Huh!
Who knew?
Hey?
Oh, man. You know what? I didn't even realize the time.
- I've got to get going. - Oh.
Here. I've got it.
- You don't... - Let's do this again soon, yeah?
- All right. Cheers, buddy. - Yeah, you bet.
Take care.
Hey, um...
He's on the move.
Copy that. Good work, Jesse.
Yeah.
Come on, come on.
Let's go.
Rex.
Find him.
Track it.
You looking for this?
Thanks for leading my partner straight to the murder weapon.
I wouldn't do that.
You might be able to outrun us
but you can't outrun Rex.
So why don't you come out of there?
We'll have a little chat down at the station.
Hmm? Come on.
The shape of the rock is consistent
with Luka's head wound and the blood on it was a match.
So, it looks like the captain's our guy.
Yeah, well, we all know this play.
Alcohol and testosterone do not mix.
Especially when you add jealousy
and a loss of 50 grand.
So a fight must've broken out
after the other teammates left.
And Ming ended it with a rock.
He fled the scene to get rid of the rock.
Came back to cover his tracks.
Okay, he hid the weapon, yes,
but it doesn't mean he did the deed.
Yeah, technically that is true, Jesse. But sometimes,
the simplest explanation is the right one.
No, Jesse's right.
We have to let him go soon.
We don't have enough to charge him yet.
Well, yet being the key term.
I'm going to see what else I can get out of him.
Are you going to talk to him?
Yeah, why?
Do you mind if I take a swing?
Hey.
You played me, Jesse.
Okay. You're the one who lied about the rock.
So, if you want to level, it's a good time to start.
Okay.
After Brayden left,
me and Luka took a drunk hike around the hill.
I know the terrain.
It gets pretty ugly but he was cocky
and I wanted to scare him.
- Did it work? - No.
No, he just kept going on
about how the hills were harder in Russia.
So I challenged him to a race back to the point.
I took a different route.
Lost track of him.
Got there in like 20 minutes.
Then you passed out.
Yeah.
I woke up to find the bloody rock in my hand
and Luka's dead body beside me.
I panicked.
I drove home, tossing the rock on the way
but then I realized how guilty that made me look.
So I went back and I called 911.
I didn't do it, Jesse.
Someone must have planted the rock.
Do you know that for a fact?
I know I'm not a killer.
Then you have to give us another place to look.
- Okay, was anyone else after Luka? - I told you, man.
We barely knew him.
He was in town a few weeks before his first game.
Actually,
he said he was meeting someone.
Yeah, he was doing that a lot.
He was always quick to disappear after practice.
Did he say where he was going?
We just kind of assumed he had a girl on the side.
Did you get a name?
I overheard him speaking Russian on the phone a couple times.
I don't know. One call got really heated.
And he kept mentioning the name Scarlett.
Autopsy's in.
So our initial findings were mostly correct.
But there are a couple of interesting new developments.
So lividity set in the left of his rib-cage
but the body was laying on the right.
And nearly 30% of his blood had been drained.
But there wasn't much blood at the scene.
So the body was moved.
We both know what this means.
There's another crime scene.
Mm-hmm.
This must be the thatch of bushes.
So, left up this path
but this is the route that Ming took back.
Luka went another way.
There's only so many ways to the point.
Rex may not be able to smell blood from 50 miles
but his range is pretty good.
Better than mine, that's for sure.
Look, why didn't he pick up the second crime scene
when we were there before?
Well, this area is downwind.
That might have thrown him off.
Plus his nose was probably overwhelmed
by the blood at the other crime scene.
Still, he could stand to cast a wider net, eh?
Oh, look! He found something.
That's blood.
Good job, pal. Looks like we found a winner.
Lots of jagged quartzite rocks similar to the one Ming tossed.
Well, if Ming is telling the truth, then,
our mysterious perp would have assaulted Luka here
- before he moved the body. - Well, it's plausible.
We found a few footprints most belonging to Ming or Luka
but we also found a partial print that doesn't belong to either.
Looks like it was made around the same time.
- You think we can get anything from it? - I'm having it cast
and sent to Jessie right now.
It's a Newport Megaracer. Men's size ten.
I mean the good news is that it's not very common.
The bad news is it's an 80s fashion nightmare.
It's blue with a cheesy lightning bolt running through it.
Well, all the better for us.
Text me a pic and I'll follow up later.
Yeah, sure.
And hey, Jesse,
head home, okay? You've earned yourself a beer.
Um, you know what?
I might actually hang. There's something I want to check out.
- Yeah, you do you. - Sorry!
Hey here you go, kid.
Thanks.
- Hey, mister. - Huh?
We need a goalie.
I'm more of a defenceman.
What about your dog?
Maybe another time.
All right, game on!
Attaboy! Let's go, let's go!
Skate, skate, skate!
You call that a pass?
Ming!
Finish the drill!
All right boys, you heard the man!
I want to see some hustle! Let's go, go, go!
What can I do for you?
I need a favour.
Anything in particular?
All right, come on, boys. Hike them up.
Detective Hudson here wants to have a look at our shoes!
So, we're going to be good lads
and we're going to show him right?
Right! Okay!
The floor is yours, sir!
Any of you seen these shoes before?
Hmm?
Take a good look.
No?
Okay.
We're going to find these one way or another.
So withholding information doesn't help anybody.
Okay, Coach Peters has my number
if any of you should remember anything.
Clive Billington? I'd like to have a word with you please.
Yeah.
I know you were with Luka the night he died on the hill.
I already told the other officer everything I can remember.
Yeah, but you didn't tell him much.
And we're getting conflicting reports.
If I'd known there would have been an accident,
I would have paid closer attention.
But you know something about this shoe, right?
You sure you've never seen it before?
Clive!
Answer the question.
I...
Listen, man, you got something to say to the detective,
better say it.
I'm not much of a fashion guy.
I don't notice that stuff.
- Right. - Sorry.
Yeah.
Why do I get a feeling that you called a team meeting after I arrived?
No way.
Then why am I getting the cold shoulder?
Maybe we're all sick of the suspicion.
This team's a family.
And no one did anything to Luka except Luka himself.
Running shoe lead was a dead end,
- so, we're back to square one. - No, not quite.
Well, I'll let Jesse fill you in. He did all the legwork.
Oh, yeah, okay. Um...
So, Ming overheard Luka talking to a Scarlett.
I found nine Scarletts in St. John's. All dead ends.
But, there is a Scarlett Club.
So on a whim, I checked their CCTV.
Sure enough, Luka's a regular.
Now, The Scarlett Club leases out to private companies.
Most frequently, a Skyhawk Enterprises
which isn't even a real company.
It is a front linked to this man.
Have you heard of Semion Mogilevich?
Unfortunately, yes.
He's Russian mafia.
It's standard Russian mafia M.O.
They keep tabs on expats who are becoming successful.
Yeah, they squeeze them for payments
if they want to keep their star rising and,
with pro hockey contracts, the players become a big target.
Yeah. You know, Alexander Mogilny, Pavel Bure, Artemi Panarin.
These guys have all had run ins with the Russian mob.
Of course that didn't stop Bure
from posting back-to-back 60-goal seasons. I mean that guy
was a monster.
Yeah. But suffice it to say,
these guys use old-school Russian intimidation tactics.
So for those who can't or aren't willing to pay,
they make them disappear.
Well, that might explain why nobody's speaking up on the case.
Except with the mob, I mean, why make the death ambiguous?
Isn't the idea to send a message?
Either way, we shouldn't jump to conclusions
until we can confirm Luka's involvement.
Maybe it's time I pay his wife another visit.
Yes, he did owe the mob money.
But they wouldn't hurt him over that.
I made sure the debt was paid.
Well, then, what was your husband doing at the Scarlett Club?
Luka knew how to find the Russian clubs in every city.
And whatever he was doing, I prefer not to know.
I thought you two were soulmates.
That doesn't mean we didn't have problems.
I pack up my life to follow Luka
to make a nice home for us.
He was supposed to be a millionaire.
But instead, I pay all the debt
while he wastes money on gambling and booze.
Ah, that must've made you angry.
Are you saying I'd hurt my husband?
I loved him.
Although he didn't make it easy.
You ever see someone wearing these shoes before?
- No. - You're sure?
Yes. Is that it?
Thanks for your time. Rex.
Ah. You a smoker?
I had quit. I bought a pack when Luka died.
Stress will do that.
Come on, pal.
- She's lying. - Hmm?
I found a social media post
where Venus listed smoking as one of the four things
that she would never do, along with getting a tattoo,
sky diving, and jazzercize.
Which means she's hiding something. Or, someone.
Someone in the Russian mob?
She claims that Luka's debts have been paid in full
but she may be lying about that too.
Well, she's not lying about her money troubles.
I dug into the Sokolov's financial situation
and they are deep in debt.
Luka's was paid his salary in advance.
And they were struggling.
I mean, is that motive for Venus?
Well, it is if you factor in this.
New Leaf Insurance.
Venus took out a 500K insurance policy on Luka on Wednesday.
Two days before Luka was murdered.
That's not fishy at all.
Except the print that we found on the scene belongs to a man.
Well, she could be working with someone.
Well, I guess we just need to figure out who our mystery smoker is.
You know what? I can help with that.
Hello?
Venus, this is Detective Hudson calling.
Listen, we've found the owner of that shoe
and I don't think you've been straight with us.
I'm giving you a chance to revise your statement.
Do you understand what that means?
Yes. And my statement stands.
Damn it! I didn't get it.
Well, at least we've got a voice.
Can you send me that audio file?
I'll see if anyone at the arena can I.D. him.
Arena's closed.
You're here.
I work here.
Yeah, well, we're working too and maybe you can help.
Have you ever heard this voice before?
Doesn't ring a bell. That could be anybody.
Yeah, anybody speaking Russian. Come on.
You were brushing up on the language.
Your ears would perk up if you heard that voice around the arena.
I've got selective hearing.
I know when to tune out for my own good.
Yeah, like when the Russian mafia is involved?
Hockey's a rough sport.
I'll take that as a yes.
How wrapped up are you with them?
Are you suggesting I had something to do with the kid's death?
Well, you know, the mob is a tricky thing.
You hear the wrong thing in the right language,
then all of a sudden you're asked to do a favour.
Detective, I would never do something like that.
These players are like family to me.
Okay, then help me find this killer.
- Nobody's going to know that we talked. - But they will.
Some people can sniff out a rat
better than even your partner's nose could.
At least let us poke around a bit?
Come on!
I'm going to go spread the snow dump.
What you do is none of my business.
Give.
Yeah, I recognize those.
Coach Peters?
All right, pal. You're my warrant.
Go on.
Why is it always the garbage?
What the...?
Ughh!
Rex doesn't speak Russian.
Come on.
Okay, okay!
You shouldn't have run, Mr. Peters.
Or should I say, Andrei Petrov?
Born in Volgograd.
Moved here at 23.
You must have worked hard to get rid of that accent.
But in the 90s, you were in Budapest working for the Russian mob.
I took a summer job to try to help my mother make ends meet.
I had no idea what kind of people I was working for.
And yet you moved to Canada to continue their work.
No, no.
I came here to escape them.
I've been in hiding ever since
and I have done everything in my power to avoid them.
- Including getting rid of Luka? - No!
You knew that he was getting tied up with the mob.
Maybe he'd blow your cover.
I was trying to protect him.
- And Venus too, right? - Yes.
Yes, she came to me for counsel.
Luka was getting out of control
- with his drinking and his gambling. - Mm-hmm.
And somewhere along the way you fell for her.
Yes, I did.
Yes, I did and I'm not proud of it.
Look, I don't know how much debt Luka rang up.
But I know what it's like to be in the mob's grip.
And I was trying to save him from that.
You know the people that run the place?
Not by name. Only by reputation.
And that is enough to know that they could be behind Luka's death.
What happened that night?
Venus came to me in the middle of the night crying.
Saying Luka was up to his old tricks again.
She said that he texted her to come and pick him up.
And when she got there, he was drunk.
He became verbally abusive.
Vodka used to bring out the worst in Luka.
How'd the blood get on your shoes?
She sent me up there to bring him home.
What time was that?
I'd say around 5:30.
I didn't find him. I found blood.
And that's the Russian mafia's signature move.
They just make people disappear.
So you didn't see Luka?
I only saw blood.
And I stopped looking.
Venus has paid Luka's debt.
But who knows what new debts Luka has racked up
at the Scarlett Club?
Let's say that you're right.
Why would the Russian mob want to frame the team captain?
That's a question I've been asking myself.
Brayden Deller.
Can I have a word?
If this is about Coach Peters,
I had no idea he was Russian.
No, no. It's not about that.
It's just a followup from the night that Luka died.
Luka's wife initially she told me
that Luka and Ming were singing Russian songs
when she went to go pick him up.
I found out she was lying.
- That's weird. - Yeah, what's even weirder is
you corroborated that lie.
Any particular reason?
I was pretty wasted.
Guess my memory's a little fuzzy.
You know, it's just, it's an oddly detailed story to go along with.
It's like you wanted me to stop asking questions.
I just want to know the truth.
That night, Ming really tried to get into Luka's head.
Drinking contests.
Making fun of him. All kinds of verbal abuse.
- Nobody said anything? - You don't know Ming.
Once he gets started, he's hard to stop.
And he wanted to teach him a lesson
about not making that pass.
So Venus was there that night.
What happened after she left?
Ming challenged Luka to take the cliff trail.
They were both hammered.
I knew it was stupid.
I tried to stop them.
I told Ming to text me once they made it but he never did.
So I biked back.
I wasn't even sure I was going the right way.
But then I found him.
Our best player, dead.
He must have slipped and hit his head.
Help! Help!
I tried to revive him.
But I was too late.
Ming pushed him too hard, like he does with everyone!
And I couldn't let him get away with it again!
Does this have anything to do with your brother?
Tyler wanted to quit back in Bantam.
He had too small a frame and kept getting concussions.
But Ming refused to let him quit.
But those concussions started taking a toll.
They changed him!
Tyler was shy and goofy and full of life.
But he started having mood swings, getting depressed.
And then one day my little brother...
You blame the captain for your brother's...
suicide.
Yeah.
And seeing Ming drive Luka to oblivion just like he did with Tyler,
I just snapped.
Ming never once admitted what he had to do with Tyler's death.
The idea of that happening again...
so I picked up the bloodiest rock I could find and took it with me.
I carried Luka's body
and I put it down next to Ming.
This time he'd be held accountable.
I know what I did was wrong.
That's why I walked it back the next day when you asked me.
And that's why you wore your brother's jersey
because yours was covered in blood.
No.
I would've worn my brother's jersey anyway.
Yeah.
So I just spoke with the RCMP.
They said he Scarlett Club should be shut down
by the end of the week.
And you think that'll drive the Russian mob out of St. John's?
I doubt it. They'll probably spring up at a new HQ.
- Like Whac-A-Mole. - Well, exactly Jesse.
But that's our job, is to just keep bringing down the hammer.
Charlie. What's the verdict?
Well, Deller and Coach Peters are both going to be charged
with obstruction of justice.
But their sentences are likely to be light.
Well, they're lucky they got a judge with a heart.
Yeah, well Coach Peters helping us
corner the Russian mafia definitely helped.
And Deller's probably going to get community service
instead of jail time.
Well, let me talk to my contacts at the Suicide Distress Centre.
See if his service can be talking to students about his brother's story.
- Mm-hmm. - Good work.
But hey, I mean, you're off the hook.
Yeah, thanks, buddy.
For sticking by me.
You don't seem happy about it.
I just thought that pushing my teammates would make me a good captain.
I never realized the harm I was doing.
I mean,
it's not too late to change.
Yeah, but that won't bring back Luka or Tyler.
They'd still be alive if it wasn't for me.
Look, remember...
remember how I said that you helped me too?
You were the one that convinced me to apply to the SJPD.
You know, I didn't want to. But you made me.
And look, since I've been here, I've helped crack dozens of cases.
And I've even saved a few lives. So...
that wouldn't have happened if it weren't for you.
I think you and Deller need to talk.
I know.
But I don't think I can do it alone.
Okay.
Keep your head up!
I'm open!
Come on, pass it!
- Here you go! - Yes!
Nice shot, yeah.
Good boy!
Next time on Hudson & Rex...
Ah! Ah! Ah!
- Bring it over! - Everything OK back there Hoffer?
You're not gonna believe this.
$58,000 was deposited into Jessie's chequing account last night.
I've got to bring him in.
- That's not me. - Jessie Mills,
you have 5 minutes or we'll have no choice
but to breach the perimeter.
Call this off. Right now!
We can't, sir. He has a hostage and he's agitated.
He's actively making threats.
Take him down if you have to.
Rex! Stop!