Diggstown

Bitch, you need Spanx! Lose some weight.

I got it just where I need it.

Yeah, but those old creeps will pay you more

if you have lots up front.

We got you covered.

Oh my God, our little girl's all grown up.

You up, you ready?

Do I not look ready?

Then get out there, girl.

Julie, where the hell's Julie?

I just got back.

Yeah, well, then be less popular, bitch.

Go get that D, make that money.

Michael, where are you?

Come here and have your dinner!

Relax, Emily.

Let them take the plates in.

Thanks, Mom.

Can you not undermine me in front of my children?

Emily's been a bit moody since Howard got home.

Mom!

Oh, so Howard's back from Chicago?

Driving a brand new Escalade.

He got his real estate licence and everything.

From the cut of the suit he was wearing,

I'd say business is good.

Hmm, I'm glad he's doing well.

I always liked Howard.

Yeah, you two are peas in a pod.

What?

Both always thought you were too good for up home.

Go to hell, Emily.

Aunt Marcie's on TV!

What?

Oh, Oh my god.

This morning marked the beginning

of a bizarre teen prostitution ring

involving a mother, father

and their youngest daughter

who can only be known as N.L.

under the Young Offenders Act.

The Crown is contending

my teenage client lured her classmates and her friends

into a lucrative prostitution ring.

We're gonna prove that she was a victim

in a scheme conjured by her parents.

Lord!

- The whole family was in on it. - Hmm.

I don't want you listening to that.

Please tell me you don't believe that garbage.

I see trafficking victims every week at the rec centre.

See, Mom?

In future Sunday dinners,

leave me out of it.

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Happy Monday.

Oh, yay.

Um, what...

- Who did this? - I did.

Happy First Trial Day.

Okay, but today isn't my first trial.

But it's your first major crime.

I mean, you're trending across Canada.

We have a little tradition here.

Everyone in the office has to get you a gift.

Well now!

Don't mind if I do.

You hear that, Reg?

You gotta get me a gift.

Oh, it's coming.

I think I like this tradition.

Ha!

Why did he say ha?

Rule is,

every gift has to have some kind of joke attached to it.

Oh, okay.

So what's your joke?

One of those has a thumb tack in it.

I'm just kidding.

That was the joke.

Oh okay, I see what you did there.

Okay, that's funny.

Break a leg, Marcie.

Eating for two.

Gotcha.

Doug, hi.

I was wondering if you could do me a favour.

Uh, wow, not even nine a.m. on a Monday.

My sister Sam asked me to help with this

workplace thing she's dealing with.

- Workplace thing? - Yeah,

it smells like discrimination.

She's disabled, an academic...

Sorry, I'm slammed all day.

It's a quick meeting with the dean.

She just needs a lawyer to do some light sabre rattling.

- And you can't do it because? - Court.

I'll owe you.

Okay, what's wrong with her?

Nothing's wrong with her, why would you say that?

You said she's disabled.

Hello.

Doug Paul, this is my sister Sam MacLean.

Very nice to meet you, Sam.

Wow, your fingers are so long.

Do you know that finger length is the only physical trait

that's sexually dimorphic?

Except for genitalia.

- How 'bout that? - Yeah.

I'm gonna go after the warrant,

get the evidence thrown out.

- How bad's the evidence look? - Bad.

It's a laptop with client lists

cross-referenced with favourite girls,

sexual preferences. It's bad.

But you know,

even if it stays in,

they can't prove Nikki was the only one

- using that computer. - That's good.

You gotta push that suspicion back onto the parents.

Judge Morrison's old school.

Remember, I saw him hold somebody in contempt

for having cleavage.

Oh, well, you're making me nervous now.

Aw, it's like the first day of school all over again.

The Crown intends to prove that Miss LeBlanc

was a self-styled "Queen Bee"

who ran a stable of up to 14 underage prostitutes

from her parents' basement.

These girls will testify

that Nikki systematically lured and groomed her friends

after working as a prostitute herself

and discovering she had a particular genius

for the business of human trafficking.

I'm a genius, boss, hear that?

Control your client, counsel.

Apologies, your Honour.

Please continue, Miss Mayle.

That's all I have, your Honour.

Counsel?

Good morning.

Your Honour, the Crown's case against my client,

Nikki LeBlanc is a fantasy.

The sad truth is that a young woman

was exploited mentally and sexually

by the very people she trusted most,

her parents,

Donna and Vernon LeBlanc,

a mother with prostitution in her own past

and a father so indifferent as to essentially be absent.

Indeed, the Crown has seen fit to charge both parents

for the same crimes as Nikki.

They're currently being tried right now...

Your Honour, objection.

You're objecting to my opening statement?

The trial of Vernon and Donna LeBlanc

has no bearing on Miss LeBlanc's innocence or guilt.

Respectfully, if Nikki has been coerced into...

Even if the parents are found guilty,

that doesn't necessarily exonerate the child.

Agreed, counsel.

Let's move on, Miss Diggs.

Up until two years ago, Nikki was a B plus student.

She was captain of her soccer team,

an active and engaged student.

Yeah.

But at some point,

her home life got the better of her.

This is a story of child exploitation,

not criminality.

Thank you.

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Marcie.

Fancy meeting you here.

I've been texting.

Yeah, I know.

Anything else?

Okay.

I lied about where I was last week.

You did.

You were at some guy's funeral in Montreal.

Hugged up with the grieving daughter.

There are no more secrets, Carson.

I'm sorry.

Let me ask you something.

If I hadn't have found out

and I answered all your texts

and acted like everything's fine,

would you be coming clean right now

or would you have just kept lying?

The situation,

it was, it is complicated.

It's complicated?

That's somebody's Facebook status.

Marcie?

- Sorry. - Rhonda.

Do you mind if I talk to you?

Uh, Constable Myers, we're gonna have to

pick this up later.