King

- There's a situation unfolding north of the city. - What is that?

- A dumping ground. - He had nothing to do with whatever happened

to those people! I'm never gonna say that I killed that girl.

And he thinks he's smarter than us.

It was me. I killed them.

Ugh!

: Nice and easy on this one.

This couldn't wait? I'm working.

We need your help, Tim. We still have a lot of questions.

Yeah, and I don't have the answers.

Well, he was your nephew. You knew Scott Spivak better than anyone.

Yeah, obviously not.

Eleven victims, Tim. Eleven bodies.

You shot him. Isn't that enough?

No, Tim, it's not, because we don't know if Scott was working alone,

if someone was helping him, if there's still someone out there.

You think Scott was working with someone?

Wrapping the bodies, burying them in the bog...

that's a lot of work for one man, don't you think?

- Scott wasn't smart enough. - What do you mean?

To get someone to help him to do...

what he did. Scott wasn't that bright.

Look, you have a job to do detectives,

but I need my life back... from this. I gotta move on,

'cause if I don't, I don't know,

I'm gonna fall apart.

Thanks.

- It's a pretty good act. - Meh. Not impressed.

Doesn't it drive you crazy to see a serial killer gardening?

- Is Surveillance still on him? - Yeah.

OK. I'll see you back at the shop in a couple hours.

A couple hours? Where are you going?

- I have a thing. - What thing?

A none-of-your-business thing.

We will not go away! We will not be ignored!

We represent the disappeared, and we demand answers!

We are mothers and sisters of sex workers!

- Just relax. - Just... OK, please, jus...

- For God's sake, Wendy, wh... - Chief Graci. How ya doing?

These women deserve to know if their daughters are

among the victims you found up north in that swamp.

We've been providing updates through Victim Services.

Mm, not enough. I want to talk to the lead investigator.

The identification process has got nothing to do with King or her team.

Do I have to call the media, get 'em down here, and make a statement? Because I will.

And I'll wear my leather corset. Paraplegic former prostitute

in sexy lingerie? I'd make the front page for sure.

Anyone ever tell you, you get more with sugar than with vinegar?

I tried sugar. No one returned my calls.

We will not go away!

We will not be ignored!

We represent the disappeared, and we demand answers! We are mothers!

Three, four, five,

six, seven, eight.

Not bad for a detective.

Dead at recess, Margie.

And... one more. Again.

Oh, and I forgot to say congrats on gunning down that freak show.

I didn't gun anyone down, Margie.

Well, your husband did. You tell him good shot for me.

- She doesn't come here to talk shop, Margie. - Yeah, Margie.

I know. I'm sorry. I just want you to know I appreciate your work.

And again. Allongé.

Uh-oh. Buzz, buzz. Important lady.

Sorry.

I will never mention serial killers in class again. I promise.

- It's fine. Chief. - Where are you?

- Dance class. - Seriously, King. - Stuck in traffic.

Well, you better get down here soon. There's some people that

want to talk to you, and they're not leaving until they do.

- Who? - Mothers. - Ooh, boy.

And some sisters, and they brought a spokesperson,

Wendy Stetler... sex-trade advocate and a general pain in the ass.

- Is she wearing her corset? - No, but she threatened to.

OK, I'm on my way. I gotta go.

OK. No problem.

Have a good one.

The police in this country don't have a great track record

in solving the murders of prostitutes.

I know, but things are changing.

- Not fast enough. - We got Scott Spivak.

You shot Scott Spivak. Not that I'm sorry to see any serial killer get executed.

He wasn't executed.

Right. Sensitive subject. Hubby and all.

Any chance I could get a drink of something?

Yeah, the fridge is right there.

Iced tea, if you've got it.

People think you're just gonna file all the remaining victims under Scott Spivak's name.

One serial killer fits all kind of thing.

- The investigation is ongoing. - Do you believe he murdered all those women?

- Wendy, like I said... - The investigation is ongoing.

Why don't we finish this in my office?

The case has finally fallen off the front page.

And I'm gonna put it back there.

You put me back on the six- o'clock news, and it'll alert

certain people to the path of my investigation.

Certain people.

You have to let me do my job.

So you don't think Scott did it alone?

Because I know there was someone else.

- I know he didn't do it alone. - How do you know?

- Because I met him. - You met him?

You're gonna tell me who it was?

The man who put me in this wheelchair.

King 2x13 - Wendy Stetler Original air date May 25, 2012

He said he wanted an all-nighter and was willing to pay.

Been saving up. He showed me cash, lots of it.

Then he said he wanted to pay extra... rough me up a bit.

I thought, "All right, a little role playing."

"I'm tough." And I needed the money.

He passed me a bottle. Stupidly, I drank.

I woke up in the trunk of his car.

My hands were tied...

with twine.

Car was moving.

I knew if I stayed in there, I was gonna die.

In the dark, I... started searching.

I found the latch.

I got the trunk open and... rolled out onto the road.

While the car was still moving?

Could have been worse. Could be dead.

And the man who put you in the trunk?

Mm. Kept driving.

It happened two miles

from the swamp where you found all those bodies.

- How long ago was this? - Six years.

- And you reported it? - Yeah.

But I was just another hooker who got what she deserved.

And you're sure it's not Scott Spivak?

Too young.

What about him?

No.

My guy was heavy.

With thinning hair.

Wendy Stetler's occurrence report. Not much there.

No make of car, no witnesses.

Well, this is the composite from that time.

: Scott's victims were call girls.

: Wendy was high-risk. She worked the stroll.

- Big difference. - So no connection? Just a coincidence?

Geography suggests a connection.

OK, so hold on, hold on. We're totally ruling out

the possibility that Scott acted alone?

Well, Forensics said some of the remains have been there for 10 or 15 years.

- He would have had to start when he was in seventh grade. - The three recent ones are

Scott's, but the eight older ones, they gotta be someone else's.

OK, so, Uncle Tim or Wendy's man.

Jessica King. I'm sorry, who?

Uncle Tim told us he frequents prostitutes.

His cottage is near the burial site.

- And he's connected to Scott. - It was fine when I left early this morning.

The man we're looking for is an anger excitation killer.

He's gonna have kept souvenirs from every victim.

We tore that cottage apart. Nothing. Same with his warehouse.

OK, thanks. Bye. And those souvenirs are somewhere.

- I love it how you do that. - Do what?

Talk on the phone, listen to us at the same time.

Ingrid, Spears, follow up on the Wendy thing. Martin, see if you can

track down Scott Spivak's ex-girlfriend and get her to come in.

- Where are you going? - Water dripping from my neighbour's ceiling.

My toilet might be leaking. Back in a jiff.

Crap! Crappity-crap-crap.

I can't believe this.

- Hey, Jess. - Uh, did you shave

- after I left this morning? - What?

- Did you shave after I... - No, I tried, but they, uh,

they shut off the water. I called down. They said

something about, uh, fixing the plumbing on our floor.

- You tried though? - Yeah.

- You plugged the sink? - Yes.

- you turned on the faucet. - What's going on, Jess? - My shoes!

- Jess. - Do you remember

- turning off the faucet? - No, I don't remember.

OK, you need to get over here. You flooded the place.

- I'm working the re-canvas on the barbershop murder, Jess. - Danny.

- I'm-I'm working! - So am I.

- At least, I'm supposed to be. - I...

Thanks for your help!

Danny boy!

Dickie-bird told me you're a hero.

Heh! Yeah, I wouldn't say that, T.J.

Ah, sure you are. You shot that pervy killer rapist, didn't ya?

- I gotta get back in there. - They give you a medal?

No. No, they didn't.

They should have.

Listen, mate, um... you're cut off.

Cut off?

T.J., I'm good for it. Come on. We both know that.

Yeah, but, Danny, you're into me large again. You owe me quite a bit.

Yeah, well, if you don't let me in there to play a few hands,

how am I gonna win that money back, right? Come on.

We both know it's gonna be more than a few hands. Payment's due.

Jeez.

- I wouldn't if I were you. - Whoa. Whoa.

Are you threatening me?

T.J.? Is this you threatening me?

I don't think we have to go there quite yet, Danny.

But I'll tell you what.

I will adjust your terms, reduce your principal

just by a titch, if you do me a little favour.