Previously, on Allegiance...
-I had to go after him-- -You had options!
Sabrina!
You could’ve trusted us--
trusted me--
but instead you chose to go rogue.
Uh...
Dad, you remember Nate?
Uh, Mr. Sohal...
Call me Ajeet.
Welcome.
Things fell through the cracks.
This case, it happened
because I didn’t do my job right.
What about a new job, then?
Ellistern’s retiring. We need a new Watch Commander.
You can make sure nothing falls through the cracks again.
As of today, Oliver Campbell is formally suspended.
♪ And if your path won’t lead you home ♪
♪ You can never surrender ♪
Enough with the Depression-FM, Brandy.
Don’t listen to her.
It’s pretty and powerful...
just like you.
We need some real jams, like Miley.
I need this one.
Okay...
It’s Dave.
Sorry.
All right.
See ya later, queens.
Hey, nice haircut.
You know how it works.
But it’s gonna be a good night. I can feel it.
You always say that!
And I’m always right.
Besides, you’ve had me, like, for an hour.
Do you know how much that costs?
-This is very beautiful on you. -Thank you.
Okay.
You lookin’ for a good time?
Hello?
Shit.
Yo! Call the cops! Call the cops.
Hey.
"Oh, good morning, Sabrina.
How are you doing?"
"Oh, Ish, thank you so much for asking--"
Can you keep it down?
It’s just I’m in the middle of something important.
Aiden and I killed ourselves
putting those Campbell files together
with our team at the C.I.U.,
and that criminal walks away with a nice suspension.
Yeah, I don’t like it any more than you do.
Yeah, well, it’s hard to tell whose side you’re on these days.
Hey, what is that supposed to mean?
It hasn’t been easy for me either.
Kara’s gone.
Zak and I are just back to normal.
Yeah, well, this is good old CFPC drama.
Well, I’m not the most popular person at the detachment.
Half of them think that I’m an over-entitled princess
who personally got Campbell suspended.
They respected him.
They don’t trust me.
Screw them.
Hey, I mean, at least your love life’s popping.
Bring the guy home to family dinner?
I mean, when’s the wedding?
Is that Nate boo?
No, it’s work.
You want that?
Okay.
Vince?
Hey. Thanks.
Sanitation discovered her body this morning.
Is Tenille away?
Yeah. Looks like it.
Brambilla?
Sohal. Kalaini.
Female.
Mid- to late-30s.
Estimated time of death 8 to 12 hours.
Do we have a name?
There was no name tag on the body, Detective.
No I.D.
I found a purse close by, but no wallet.
Officers are checking the dumpster and bags
for anything that looks suspicious.
And drag marks.
Doesn’t look like the primary crime scene.
And no CCTV footage?
Nothing from the area, no.
Let’s take some officers
and canvas that apartment building over there.
-Copy that. -Yeah.
Do you have a cause of death?
Strangulation.
Asphyxiation caused by external pressure
to the anterior cervical region.
Incised wounds on antebrachium and forearms.
What, defensive wounds?
Mm-hmm.
Cuts look pretty deep.
The wounds were created
by the tangential force of a sharp-edged object,
like a knife.
Abrasions on wrists consistent with restraints.
-Handcuffs? -Yes.
Oh, and she has the most peculiar marking.
"F40"?
Hey, Gillian I’m sending you a photo.
Our woman has "F40" written on her forehead.
I’ll start digging.
Thanks, Gill.
Thanks.
This area’s a meeting place for sex workers and johns.
If you’re looking for a name for our Jane Doe,
Detective Meyer’s a good place to start.
Mitch Meyer, from Vice?
Yeah. You know him?
Now, these here are what you call "designer donuts".
Okay? You got your crème brûlée,
your cherry cheesecake
and your Homer Simpson special.
I’ll take a Boston Cream with a side of bragging rights.
- Kalaini! - What’s up, brother?
How are you, bro?
The only right you have is to remain silent.
That three-pointer was a lucky shot.
Oh, is "lucky" the new word for "talented"?
This guy.
Speaking of. Is this Detective Sohal?
Detective Meyer.
Kalaini here sings your praises.
Oh, yeah?
- Oh, yeah. - Listen. Um...
Found a body in the industrial yard
off Old Yale Road.
I wanted to see if you recognized her.
Pretty sure that’s Brandy.
She struggled with addiction.
What’s, uh...
...what’s that on her forehead?
We’re working on that. Uh, do you have a last name?
Yeah, uh. Full name’s Allison Taylor.
Yeah, we busted a massage parlour
she was working at not that long ago.
She O.D., or...?
No. Handcuffed, strangled, abandoned among garbage bags.
Jesus.
What about bad johns-- any reports, lately?
Not here.
There were a few isolated incidents
in Langley, a while ago.
Any arrests?
Hey, you should, uh,
you should talk to the other girls, though.
They might be able to help you out.
They usually hang at Saint Joan Mission.
Great. Thanks, Mitch.
Yeah. Hey. Hope you get the guy.
Cheers, brother.
Hey, Vince? Yeah. We got a name on our Jane Doe.
We’re still investigating circumstances.
Oh, my God. Allie.
She... She just--
She just called me, two nights ago.
She...
Take your time.
She asked me for money...
and I said no.
Oh, my God.
If I would’ve just given it to her...
When was the last time you saw your sister?
Two months ago.
I took her some clothes and shampoo.
She used to have the most beautiful, thick hair,
but it was all matted,
and she was so skinny...
Rebecca...
do you know of anyone who might’ve wanted
to hurt Allison?
You mean besides johns and addicts?
What about a boyfriend or an ex?
I don’t know.
I-I don’t think so.
She did tell me about this one guy,
a-a photographer.
She liked him.
He said he could get her modelling work.
And did he? Did that work out for her?
I never saw any photos.
Did she maybe tell you his name?
No.
I’m not sure if she made that story up,
or if it was real.
Okay, well, thank you again for your time, Rebecca.
Again, we’re really sorry for your loss.
Allie was a bright light.
She should be alive.
Find who did this.
We’ll do everything we can.
If, uh...
you need anything--
Yeah?
Her body was found
in an industrial yard this morning.
Could you identify her, Pastor Patrick?
Patrick] Yes. That’s her.
She was such a wonderful person.
Sorry.
It’s okay.
Did Brandy come here often?
Yeah.
She would come at least once a week,
since I started, three months ago.
It took a while to build trust.
We would talk.
She liked to read in the drop-in centre.
Same spot, all the time.
She really loved singing in the community choir
and helping the kids with the chapel.
She was doing okay for a while.
She got her 30-day chip.
And then she stopped going to meetings...
...and when you do that--
Ahem.
For me, it was whiskey.
Celebrated 15 years.
Do you remember the last time you saw Brandy?
Yeah, yesterday, at choir practice.
Brandy was with Mei
and Delilah--
The Three Musketeers.
Hey, Dad, we’re running low on sandwiches.
This is my son, Jordy.
-Hi. Detective Sohal. -Yeah.
This is Detective Kalaini.
Are you here for the community outreach meeting?
Son, Brandy was found dead this morning.
W-what happened?
That’s what we’re trying to figure out.
Now is the time
we can lean on our community,
but we do need to speak to these policemen, okay?
We need to find out what happened.
They’re here now.
Come on, Mei.
Detectives, this is Mei Wanyan...
Delilah St. James.
I’ll be in my office.
Hi there.
My name is Zak Kalaini.
Hi. I’m Sabrina.
We’re very sorry for your loss.
Sure you are.
One less sex worker for you to arrest, right?
Uh, we were hoping to ask you a few questions.
It’s your fault she’s dead.
You raided our massage parlour.
Kicked down the doors, waving your guns around,
trashed the place,
rounded us up like criminals,
and forced us onto the streets to fend for ourselves!
Shame on you!
Shame on all of you!
Brandy’s blood is on your hands!
I think my sister said it all.
She’s right.
Mei is right.
We left Brandy exposed to this risk.
We should’ve done more to protect her--
to protect all of you.
We want to do that.
We want to find the person who did this,
so it doesn’t happen again.
Delilah, we need your help.
Patrick said that you were with Brandy last night.
Please...
if you have any information--
It was a dark sedan.
Maybe a Honda.
I didn’t get a good look at him.
Medium build, maybe.
I write down all of the licence plates...
of the cars the girls get into.
The licence plate was muddy,
so I only saw some of the numbers.
This is very helpful.
Thank you.
Don’t thank me.
Find his ass...
and nail it.
We got nothing from the garbage,
still waiting on DNA,
and still no hits
on "F40".
Brandy’s sister
mentioned something about a photographer.
She didn’t get a name,
but the guy sounds shady-- we’re looking into it now.
I ran the partial plate you sent me.
Five possible matches just came in.
Three of them are registered to women.
Which doesn’t match the profile.
Vehicles could’ve been driven by a husband or a boyfriend.
Yeah, you’re not wrong, but two
of vehicles are registered to men-- let’s start there.
"Jeremy Mislan" and "Fitzgerald Oster".
Both men have Nissan Sentras.
Let’s talk to these guys.
{Sabrina] Mud covering half the licence plate.
Sabrina?
Hey, guys.
- How’re you doing? - Five more minutes, you guys.
Hi there.
Detectives Kalaini and Sohal with the CFPC.
Hi.
We’re looking for Fitzgerald Oster?
That’s my husband.
W-What’s this regarding?
Babes! You left the gas on in the barbecue.
Mr. Oster. Hi. CFPC.
Do you mind if we have a moment?
-What’s going on, Fitz? -It’s nothing.
It sure doesn’t look like "nothing".
Here. The kids are starving.
Uh...
Come on, you two. Come on.
Before the hot dogs get cold.
Hot dogs!
Mr. Oster, is that your Sentra in the driveway?
Yeah?
Where were you last night, around 8 p.m.?
I was working late.
Uh, your licence plate matches
a car that picked up a sex worker in a parking lot
on 108th Ave.
I don’t know what you guys are talking about.
Hey. Turn around.
I’m bringing you in on suspicion of murder.
Let’s go.
We’ve got Forensics combing your car right now, Fitz.
I’m thinking they’re gonna find Brandy’s DNA
on the seats, on the cuffs,
and you’ll be facing down a first-degree murder charge.
I told you-- I picked her up!
And I’m a security guard, that’s why I have handcuffs.
You know, the sooner you tell us the truth,
the easier it’ll be for everyone.
Fitz.
It was--
...it was my first time.
I was... ...lonely.
My wife and I-- things are not so good.
I just...
-I took her to-- -"Brandy."
I took Brandy to the lot in Kwantlen,
but then I had second thoughts.
I said I wanted to leave--
"thanks anyway," you know--
but she insisted that I pay the full amount.
I thought I was being scammed.
And that pissed you off?
No.
I tried to reason with her.
But you’d already taken up her time.
You had cost her money.
That’s why I finally paid her half.
Look, we didn’t do anything.
You know what I think?
I think something happened in that car
that pushed you too far.
She embarrassed you and you snapped.
All right, so let me get this straight.
You picked her up, you changed your mind,
you left her upset in a parking lot,
and then... you just drove home?
Yes.
Like I said I did.
You know, something was off with her.
She was all jittery,
said she really needed the money bad,
and then she got out,
slammed the door,
and was gone.
And now she’s dead.
Thanks for the update.
So? What did Dr. Nikki have to say?
Well, the tests came back on the cuffs in Oster’s car--
Brandy’s DNA isn’t on them.
Okay, so he’s not our guy.
Well, we don’t know Brandy’s movements
after Fitz dropped her off.
The assailant could be the next john,
or three johns later.
Or... not a john at all.
What about the photographer?
We may have something. Take a look at Brandy’s socials.
Yeah, I found similar photos
on other accounts.
Uh, same demographic of model,
same backdrops and poses...
Do you see what we see?
That wall looks familiar.
The old Growers’ Co-op in Newton.
That was one of our first calls.
And a photographer
named Richard Manning rents space there.
He did time for dealing, two years ago.
There’s a warrant out for his arrest--
not for dealing, for dodging child support.
A real gem.
-Thank you. -Yeah.
See ya.
Nice.
Now just switch up that position a little bit for me there.
Nice.
Oh, that’s perfect.
Look at that!
Ahh.
If you could just maybe show me a little more shoulder, yeah?
Great!
You know what, just hang tight for a sec here.
Richard Manning?
Uh, yeah.
Detective Sohal.
This is Detective Kalaini. You left your door open.
Well, I’m in the middle of a shoot, guys.
What’s this about?
We’re investigating a homicide.
Brandy Taylor.
You photographed her.
Yeah, but I’ve photographed a lot of girls, I mean--
She’s vaguely familiar, yeah.
- How old are you? - She’s twen-- twenty.
Twenty... one.
You want to try that again?
How’s your daughter?
Dude, what’s my daughter got to do with anything?
You’re behind on your child support.
Yeah, and there’s a warrant for your arrest.
Okay, well, I don’t know anything about that.
Right.
Maybe your memory will improve at the station.
Yeah, like what your relationship
with Brandy was,
when the last time you saw her was--
Anything else that may arise from your computer,
your phone, your camera...
Okay. Yeah, I know her.
You’re--
You’re saying she’s dead?
Okay. I mean, we hung out a bit.
We did a few sessions, I liked her,
but I haven’t seen her in months--
she was trying to clean up.
Must’ve been hard, considering you were her dealer.
If I was her dealer, why w-- why would I kill her, hmm?
Oh, I don’t know-- maybe she ripped you off,
took your drugs, didn’t pay up.
Uniforms can take him in.
Hey.
Are you okay?
Did you take any of that?
The wife is pressing me and the kid’s crazy.
Work is work, man.
Hey, Jimmy-John!
Oh, my, my...
my Delilah.
- Hey. - Aww, girl.
Hey, girl, you got some time for me?
I always have time for you. You know that.
What’s new? What’s been good?
We can only hold Manning for so long
on the missed child support.
Well, let’s make the most of it.
Sabrina.
Vince, we picked up the photographer,
looks like he might’ve been grooming his next victim.
Sabrina!
Another woman’s been attacked.
It’s Delilah.
Same M.O.?
Yeah.
That’s two attacks in 24 hours.
Yeah. He’s still at large,
and he’s escalating.
We’re mobilizing units now.
The attack happened approximately 30 minutes ago.
The assailant was last seen heading east on 108th.
- Thanks, Gabby. - Yeah.
Pull CCTV, get witness statements,
turn over every rock.
- Let’s go! - Let’s hustle.
Delilah--
I didn’t see him until the prick was on top of me,
but I fought like hell...
kicked him in the balls.
Screamed at the top of my lungs, and people came and...
I’m so sorry.
Can you describe what happened?
I had just finished with a client--
he’s a regular,
and he left,
so I was freshening up,
but I guess I let my guard down for a second.
Did you see his face?
No.
He was like a ghost...
he came out of nowhere.
He was wearing a black hoodie and a mask,
like a balaclava.
Did you notice anything distinguishing about him?
A smell, maybe something on his clothing?
No...
...but when he grabbed my neck,
I could feel-- like...
What is it, Delilah?
I could f-feel how much he hated me.
This escalation-- this level of violence...
doesn’t come out of nowhere.
I remember Mitch mentioning those cases in Langley.
Yeah, but none of the Langley assault victims
ended up dead, or marked with ink.
Serial predators often work up to murder.
Could’ve started with beatings, and... now...
All right. Let’s look at attacks in the local area.
These are the locations of Brandy and Delilah’s attacks.
What are those?
The assaults in Langley. There were four of them.
You ran the Rossmo Formula?
Mm-hmm. Same M.O.
Handcuffs, strangulation, mask.
No arrests,
and the attacks suddenly stopped three months ago.
And started here?
So our guy moved to Surrey?
Looks that way. I’ve mapped his profile,
and where he’s most likely to live and operate--
somewhere within this eight-block radius.
These are all
high-traffic areas for sex workers.
And Brandy was headed in the direction
of Enigma Strip Club
when he attacked her in this alley.
What about the F40?
There’s nothing in the Langley cases.
It could be a more recent addition,
but I still haven’t been able to crack it.
Maybe we’re looking at it wrong.
That four, if you extend it out, it looks like an "H".
"F.H.O."?
Yeah, I’ll hit the Dark Web and encrypted forums.
We need to let these women know
they’re in danger.
The question isn’t if he’ll strike again,
it’s when.
We need to stop him.
Reach out to Mitch?
A surveillance operation?
Well, if he’s escalating,
we need eyes on the street, ASAP.
That’s not something we can do on short notice, Kalaini.
Well, I’m ready to step in, undercover.
I’ve done it before.
That was car theft.
This is a violent offender who’s transitioned to murder.
Well, I-- I can guide her.
Meyer’s Vice.
He’s got plenty of undercover experience.
Yeah, we’ll talk to the women, have undercover
officers take their place, keep civilians safe.
I don’t think we have the resources.
Oh, resources like we had to stage a huge raid
on a massage parlour,
because it made the yoga moms uncomfortable?
-Watch yourself, Detective. -A minute? Sir?
She can’t be insubordinate, Vince.
Yeah, I know. I’ll talk to her.
But trust me. She can do this.
Gabinski, Kalaini, and myself, we’ll have her back.
You know, if this goes south--
I know.
I got a lead on "F.H.O."
"Female human organism".
There are forums online--
full-on misogynist hate groups.
There’s some nasty threads about sex workers.
-What are they saying? -Well, for starters,
sex workers should be punished
for taking advantage of lonely men
by using their sexuality for profit.
So our guy’s an incel?
Yep. An involuntary celibate.
It says "femoid"? What is that?
A derogatory term incels use to describe women.
They compare us to androids--
meaning, females are not fully human.
These guys see themselves as victims of women.
Which justifies the violence.
Yeah. There’s one more thing.
Uh, I also found a thread
referencing the areas that Brandy and Delilah work.
One user mentioned the woman found dead
off of Old Yale Road this morning.
"Bye-bye. Going cold now.
’F.H.O.’ across your forehead. One less slut. You’re welcome."
This is him!
We haven’t released that information yet.
Gill, can you trace him?
I’m trying, but it’s encrypted apps and Tor.
He’s doing it for the attention.
Which means each move is gonna be bigger than the last.
Yeah.
All right.
I’m in.
But only limited personnel on surveillance and undercover.
All right.
You’re gonna want to keep your wire live
and your exit clear, okay?
Don’t underestimate anyone you encounter in the field.
You’re not playing a character.
You’re playing a human being.
So, you need to talk the right way,
you need to walk the right way.
Check the dude out.
Is he dangerous?
Does he have a weapon?
Because, in a pinch...
you’re gonna have to get creative.
All right, now, any weaponry or surveillance devices
need to be concealed.
We’ll have you outfitted with a wire and a remote body cam,
but anything detectable--
you’re compromised.
When clients get shifty,
they look at the ground-- they don’t look at the goods...
Okay.
...so, he’s probably lying about what he wants.
We’ll establish an emergency response plan
and procedure for your extraction,
but if the situation escalates,
abort.
And don’t take chances.
"Chances" get you killed.
If it doesn’t feel right,
do not
get in
that car.
♪ So if you’re lost and all alone ♪
♪ You can never surrender ♪
I love that song.
That’s... That’s Brandy’s favourite song.
Tell me more about her.
Well...
she was just one of those people.
You know?
Lit up the whole room.
We started calling her "Honey Bee".
’Cause she was so sweet?
And "Honey Badger" when she was stubborn.
You’re gonna catch him, right?
We’re gonna do everything that we can.
Okay, Serious Crimes, in collaboration with Vice,
is conducting a surveillance operation
on Whalley Boulevard.
We believe this is our suspect’s hunting ground.
Detective Sohal, Officer Atkinson,
and Officer Munroe
will be undercover as sex workers
to lure this guy in.
Kalaini,
Brambilla,
Gabinski,
and Meyer will lead plainclothes surveillance.
Our civilian, Delilah St. James, has offered to help.
We’re lucky to have you. She’ll be riding with Brambilla.
Vince?
So, we all have our designated watch points.
Remember that
a lot of these alleys don’t have car access.
Gabinski and I will be parked here on King George.
Yeah. I’ll be parked... right here.
And I’ll be here.
Atkinson? You’re here, Tattoo Alley.
Monroe, you’re Dragon Alley.
Sohal-- here, Rickshaw Alley.
Copy that.
Grove will be our eyes,
and Command via body and dash cams
and cameras we have placed within the radius.
That’s it. Any questions?
All clear.
All good.
Then get out there and be safe!
Constant communication.
You ready?
Let’s do this.
We remain vigilant, in constant contact.
Our suspect was last seen wearing a hoodie
and a balaclava concealing his face.
His M.O. to date
involves immobilizing his target with handcuffs,
violently assaulting her, sometimes lethally,
and marking her forehead with ink.
Weapon of choice is a knife, but, as he’s escalating,
a firearm cannot be ruled out.
The moment he makes his presence known,
we move in immediately, and take him down.
Yum, yum. How much?
Not tonight.
Come on. I know you’re working.
I said no.
What do you mean no?
Hey! I’m talking to you.
Hey!
Hey, baby.
I’ll give you double.
Hey, handsome. You having a good night?
You gotta be kidding me.
Ah, it could be better.
Oh, yeah?
You know of any good parties around here?
Well, that depends. Are you looking to unwind?
Sure am.
500. Around the world.
Mm. Sorry.
It’s out of my budget.
Outta your budget?
What do you mean, out of your budget?
Hey! You said you’d pay double.
Hey. Check it out.
That look like the guy who attacked you?
Yeah. Same outfit.
Sabrina, we’ve got eyes on a possible suspect.
Male. 20s.
Black hoodie, cargo pants.
Looks like he has a knife.
He’s heading east. Carrying a backpack.
I’ve got him!
Heading towards Rickshaw Alley.
He’s headed your way, Atkinson.
Maintain distance, Sohal.
Atkinson?
He’s closing in!
I don’t have eyes.
We’ve lost him in the crowd.
Sohal, stand down.
He’s gotta be here somewhere.
Stand down!
Fall back.
Keep eyes on this side.
Sir? Screen three.
Who’s that?
Not one of ours.
Are you telling me we have a civilian
in the middle of our op?
Do you see him?
No.
I got eyes.
Uh, it’s not him. It’s not him.
College students with fake swords.
Nobody breaks cover.
Nobody breaks cover!
Is that a john?
We have eyes on the suspect! He’s attacking a civilian!
One block west
of you, Sabrina!
All officers, respond! Now!
On my way.
We’re right behind you, Zak.
We’ve lost visual.
Police! Hands up!
Let her go!
Drop the weapon!
You don’t want to do this.
Let her go!
Please. Please, please, please.
Please. Please--
Civilian down! We need EMTs.
No! Please don’t leave me! I’m not safe!
Assailant has fled.
Heading east. No visual.
Are you okay?
It’s okay. You’re safe.
He went that way!
IT’s okay, it’s okay.
No sign?
Do we have eyes on the suspect?
We lost him.
Shit!
Dammit.
Not only did you put a civilian in danger,
you lost the subject.
You knew signing off on this was a risk.
Understood, sir.
Can one of you please tell me,
with all of the precautions we took,
how the hell this happened?
A group of college kids threw us off.
Officer Meyer
was meant to-- -Actually, sir,
it’s because I made a decision to stay with Mei,
instead of going after the subject.
Yeah.
Yeah, I saw it in full colour.
What was your directive, Sohal?
What was your directive?
To warn the ladies and keep them out of the zone.
This was on all of us, sir.
We should’ve tightened up the perimeter.
Traces of epithelial cells,
worn by the wearer of said gloves,
were found,
but DNA--
however, no matches in the database.
All right. Thank you.
We saw these gloves at the Saint Joan Mission--
at the garden centre.
The Mission is within the Rossmo radius.
Yeah, and the pastor said that he’d only been in Surrey
for a few months.
20 bucks says he moved here from Langley,
where the prior attacks were.
Go. Let’s bring him in.
I’ve dedicated my life to helping these women.
Their safety has always been my priority.
We’ve traced an I.P. address back to your church.
Because of that,
we believe that the DNA that we find on that glove
will match yours.
Look. I know you’re just doing your job,
but you have to believe me when I tell you,
I could never hurt anyone,
especially our most vulnerable.
I don’t know about...
I.P. addresses.
I only do email.
How many computers in the house?
I just have the one.
What about your son?
Does he have one?
Hey there, Jordy.
So...
how long you been back from U of T?
Uh, a month.
Nice.
What’s your major?
Biology, minor in stats.
Ah-hah.
University life.
I remember it well.
A lot of late nights,
and it wasn’t all studying.
So...
...you’re back here for the summer,
working with your dad?
Nice.
Helping him help people in the community.
He’s got a big heart.
I bet that runs in the family.
Uh...
People don’t always see that, though. Do they?
I thought about that a lot, when I was your age.
How, sometimes, you could have so much to give,
but you can still feel invisible to the people around you.
Uh, I mean, women, mostly.
I bet you have someone special.
Back at school, or here at home?
All right, let’s get started.
This yours, Jordan?
That’s fine. You don’t have to answer me.
I already know that it is.
Wh--
Yeah, I won’t need much time here.
That’s ’cause Constable Grove--
she’s our computer expert--
she reads all of these encrypted chats
that aren’t as private
as the guys in there think they are.
You know, some of the things that these guys say,
oh, God, you wouldn’t believe.
Guys who feel... shut out,
angry, who hate women...
Some of them specifically hate sex workers.
And they don’t just talk.
They fantasize...
about hurting them.
Wait-wait-wait. What are you saying?
This guy doesn’t want to hurt anybody.
You don’t wanna hurt anybody, right, Jordy?
Is that right, Jordy?
Do you ever feel...
lonely?
Do you ever feel angry?
Or do you get all the "femoid" that you deserve?
- Uh-- - Oh, the strong, silent type.
I love it.
Okay. Walk me through your last few evenings.
What, were you--
home, by yourself?
Or were you out with your friends?
Oh, wait.
Wait. You don’t have any friends, do you?
I was at church.
Oh? You were at church?
At night? Are you sure?
Because we talked to a few people,
none of ’em saw you there.
See, that’s the thing about community, Jordan.
Somebody always sees something.
You ever heard of "Red Pill"?
"NoFap"?
This is you, isn’t it?
No.
I think it is.
I’ll tell you why.
Our computer-savvy colleague...
she traced this handle back to the I.P. address
tied to this laptop.
Wanna read what you wrote?
Here. You said...
that you were going to "show them--"
Come on, that’s not my guy.
Can you believe her?
’Cause "they shouldn’t be selling
what should be ours--"
Hey. I--
...which is access to the FHO’s body.
You were going to punish them for using their body
in the way that they wanted,
for rejecting all of
those miserable, lonely men-- -No!
...with zero sexual-market value.
I read through all of your posts.
All of them.
Very sad.
University wasn’t what you expected.
You couldn’t get a woman there either.
Because look at you.
You have to wear a mask to get close to a woman,
and even then, you have to use handcuffs,
so she doesn’t run away from you.
Shut up!
You piece-of-shit feminist slut.
You don’t know me.
Flaunting your power...
rubbing our faces in it like it’s yours--
well, it’s not yours!
Those street whores-- they choose it.
They seduce, they exploit--
...until we rise up.
Mm. Until we stand up to them and we make them pay!
Told you I wouldn’t need much time.
We got him.
Vince?
Yeah?
DNA from Brandy’s attack is a match.
We got our guy.
Good news.
It’s the tip of the iceberg.
I’ve set up a meeting
with the Superintendent and Delilah.
- Yeah? - It’s a conversation about...
safe spaces, about respect.
That’s great news!
You know, guys have been working those streets for decades.
You know the difference you made in 24 hours?
I wish it felt better right now.
Lives were saved.
Focus on that.
Helps to know
my Watch Commander’s got my back.
Always.
And this from your Watch Commander--
you talk to Bolton like that in front of your peers again,
and you’ll be on suspension, you hear me?
Yes, sir.
He’s not wrong.
This could’ve gone a lot worse.
And losing your job over that "yoga moms" jab?
Really?
Yoga moms are annoying, you know.
Hey. What are you up to tonight?
Hey.
He just left with Sohal.
I got the tracker.
Soon, you’ll know every move he makes.
I was reluctant to come back here...
a lot of us were...
but we’ve been pushed out of too many places in this city,
told we don’t belong.
And this... was Brandy’s sanctuary,
...where she found peace,
and, today, we are reclaiming it as our own.
Brandy loved this song.
She wanted to perform it here.
This one’s for you, Honey Bee.
♪ So if you’re lost ♪
♪ And on your own ♪
♪ You can never surrender ♪
♪ And if your path won’t lead you home ♪
♪ You can never surrender ♪
♪ And when the night ♪
♪ Is cold and dark ♪
♪ You can see ♪
♪ You can see light ♪
♪ ’Cause no one can take away ♪
♪ Your right ♪
♪ To fight ♪
♪ And to never surrender ♪
♪ Ooh... ♪
♪ Ahh ♪
♪ And nobody wants to know you now ♪
♪ And nobody wants ♪
♪ To show you how ♪
♪ Oh... ♪
♪ You can never surrender... ♪
♪ So if you’re lost ♪
♪ And on your own ♪
♪ You can never surrender ♪
♪ And when the night ♪
♪ Is cold and dark ♪
♪ You can see ♪
♪ You can see light ♪
♪ ’Cause no one can take away ♪
♪ Your right ♪
♪ To fight ♪
♪ And to never surrender ♪