Cardinal

Previously on Cardinal...

They found a body.

It's not my department anymore.

It's a child.

They think it might be her.

We're gonna throw everything we have at this, Dorothy.

You said that before.

Then you gave up.

If I make you the lead on this,

I need to know that you're not gonna drift.

Now her right eye,

four abrasions,

two upper, two lower.

They could be from a speculum

to keep her eyes open.

Katie Pine wasn't this guy's first victim.

He stalked her.

And who does that?

A repeater.

I should come home.

Catherine.

Why so much this time?

I mean, there's a rumour

our department's under investigation.

It's gotta be a dirty cop

or we'd handle it internally.

You'll know the name Kyle Corbett,

controls the bulk of the drug trade north of Toronto.

Someone from our side is feeding Corbett information.

Find the link

between Cardinal and Corbett.

Listen, we don't know Cardinal's done anything wrong.

That's right.

If he's dirty,

I'm not getting in your way

but right now,

this nightmare...

whatever else Musgrave has you doing,

this is your priority.

Clear?

I need to go to Toronto for the autopsy.

I'll come with you.

It's not necessary.

You've been up all night.

You could use a co-pilot.

We leave in half an hour.

Okay.

What do I tell your mom?

She keeps calling.

I can't go.

I won't be back in time.

All right. Just the whole clan will be there.

She made that clear.

All the cousins.

I know.

Sugar shack, sing-alongs, mulled wine.

We don't drink mulled wine.

So what do I tell her?

Tell her

someone's murdering children.

It's my job to stop them.

Busy at work.

I'll let her know.

Since when do you want to see my family?

I don't know. It's been a while.

It might do you some good.

- Me? - And me. Us.

Speaking of which, shouldn't we know something?

Oh. Sorry.

I-I should have told you.

Um, no.

No. I found out a couple days ago.

So we keep trying.

As tortuous as that process is for me.

It's not mulled wine.

It's got whiskey in it.

It's called caribou.

- Bye. - Bye.

So your daughter lives in Toronto, right?

That's gotta be hard,

being so far apart.

She grew up there.

She wanted to stay.

You didn't?

Algonquin Bay's my home.

Yeah but I mean you spent, what,

ten years over there.

Decorated big city detective.

That's a lot to leave behind.

It was easy.

What does your wife do?

Hey. If you don't want to talk, suits me.

Or I could tell you what day Katie Pine was killed.

I was thinking about it last night.

The coroner said the petechial hemorrhaging was preserved

because the tissue was frozen

but we know from the melt water that

it was above zero when Katie was dumped.

So it must have snapped cold soon after within

three days or the tissue would have degraded.

I checked the weather records starting October 29th,

the date she went missing.

It dropped below freezing on the eleventh of November.

So sometime between the eighth and the eleventh

Katie was killed and dumped.

He had her a week before he killed her.

Uh huh.

Are both your parents French?

Interesting.

Hmm?

Rule of thumb.

If I ask a guy five questions before he asks one back,

well then he's a douche

and you just squeaked in under the wire.

What is your rule about answering?

Both French.

You want a coffee?

Yeah, black.

There.

That's two questions that I asked.

I forgot money.

Hmm?

Yeah, right.

Lise Delorme,

Dr. Len Torres.

Nice to meet you.

What happened there?

I was fixing a frozen pipe

and I smacked my head.

This way. They're just pulling up.

You know that's not an issue anymore, right?

Frozen pipes?

Something the modern world has solved.

I had a raccoon

in my crawl space and it tore out the insulation.

Now you're just making my point for me.

We leave them wrapped

so we catch anything that might still be in the material,

bullet fragments,

weapons.

This is Dr. Torres.

Preliminary scan of subject 20089.

Multiple fractures to the seventh,

fifth and fourth ribs.

Fractures of the ulna and the wrist bone.

They look like defensive wounds.

Did you get this?

Open fracture to the left collarbone.

Hmm.

Foreign objects

entering the parietal bone,

penetrating clear down and out the temporal.

Blunt force trauma to the skull.

Multiple blows.

What is this?

Your guess is as good as mine.

You okay?

Yeah.

It gets worse from here.

I'll be fine.

Lacerations on the thigh and upper leg on the right side.

Could be the work of pliers or wire cutters.

Some of this was frenzy violence but

some if it was purposeful.

He was experimenting.

A spike in his head,

pounded in, broken off.

Excuse me.

Audio tape.

My first time here

was a subway jumper,

woman in her fifties.

She got

corkscrewed up under the wheels.

Legs backward,

her whole side sheared off.

Are you trying to settle my stomach?

I gutted my way through the autopsy like a champion

until

we found a piece of litter,

one of those orange juice caps that

pops when you, when you open it.

It had been

driven through her cheek

so it was half in, half...

half out of her mouth.

And that's, uh, that's when I lost it.

Then you got sick?

Oh, I passed out,

hit the floor.

You didn't.

Ask Len.

Woke up with him

flicking water in my face.

Listen. We can't do the internal work, uh,

until the body's thawed so you should go back to the hotel and

get some sleep.

And what about you?

Oh. I uh,

daughter hotline.