Law & Order Toronto: Criminal Intent

In Toronto's war on crime,

the worst offenders are pursued by the detectives

of the Specialized Criminal Investigations Unit.

These are their stories.

Come on, Ivy. Stay for one more song.

No, Amy.

Uh, seriously, I have to go.

I have class tomorrow at nine.

You're literally acing every course,

you can take a morning off.

What? Is something wrong?

- Is-is it Rob? - No. I'm fine.

Go sing, I'll see you at home.

Go!

Go. Okay.

- Uh, can I close my tab? - Sure.

No whole lotta love tonight?

What?

Nothing.

Here.

Rob, stop calling. I'm not at Tempo.

Ivy, if you're still feeling this way,

maybe you should take a break.

Go see your parents.

So you think I should just run away from my problems?

No. I think you need to manage your stress.

But you don't think this is real, do you?

Like, I'm not living in some fantasy world, Dr. Nielson!

I didn't say that, Ivy.

Come. Sit.

Please.

I think you should consider

doing what's best for you in this situation.

I know what's best for me.

And I'm not going anywhere.

Everyone's looking at this all wrong.

I've done the test.

These wounds were made by something easily accessible.

Um, a steak knife. A pairing knife.

So, you think the killer was in the house with her.

Followed her out?

Why? Is that what you think?

Come on.

Please, Ivy. Help me out.

Why would someone stab this woman seven times?

Passion makes people do

irrational things, Morris. And you'd know that

if you didn't spend all your time playing with knives.

Okay, so what is it then? I wanna possess you,

be you, so... I'm gonna kill you?

Hello?

Uh, yes, yes. Thank you for calling back.

Uh, yeah, I can be there.

Is that your, uh, mystery lead?

Uh, you're sure that's what you heard?

Yes. I'm certain.

Who else have you told about this?

You're the first.

Rob, what the hell are you doing?

I just... wanna talk.

Been avoiding me.

We've talked for months. You don't listen.

We broke up.

Okay, but... what if I didn't want to?

Hey, it's me.

Great work. I just think that maybe...

our last chapter needs a bit more muscle.

I mean, I know you're all about the subtlety and that's awesome,

but I think that if we're gonna make waves,

we need to hit it harder.

That's my thought. Anyway, I'll see you soon.

Amy? Are you home? I need to talk to you.

Amy?

Amy, I'm on my way to campus to find you.

Call me as soon as you...

Hello? Campus Services.

What's your emergency? Hello?

Campus Security got a call from this phone at 11:22,

but there was nobody on the line.

They sent somebody at 11:30,

thinking it was a prank.

- No such luck. - Yeah.

Ivy Abbott, 20 years old.

Dean says she's a third-year

Criminology Major.

She's got a 4.0 GPA.

Smart kid.

You talked to the parents yet?

Yeah. They're both academics.

They're in Edinburg for a year, they're flying back today.

Ivy was their only kid.

So...

what sent Ivy Abbott to an emergency phone

in the middle of the night?

Well, her cell phone died.

Uh... here.

See if it'll charge.

Oh, great. Thanks.

I wonder if someone was following her.

Well, these indentations between her fingers.

Could be she tried to arm herself?

Maybe with her keys for protection.

Okay, so, she runs to the phone to call for help,

but the killer

stabs her in the neck and then drags her

and flips her over.

Keeps stabbing.

The wound to her neck would've been fatal.

The six stabs on her back, that was anger.

This was personal.

You found a weapon?

Uh, no. Nothing yet.

Anything on her person that could account for this?

Looks like rope burn.

No, we just found her wallet, keys, and her phone.

Oh, it's charged.

Thanks.

Hey.

"What do you mean you're too scared to stay home. Call me."

Ivy said she was coming back to our apartment.

I was studying on campus till midnight.

My phone was on Do Not Disturb.

And when I got Ivy's voicemail...

...I texted her and she didn't respond.

I ran home, then I found this.

I tried to blow them all out, but there are so many.

Amy, is there anyone we can call?

Can I text my mom?

Of course.

Amy, has anything like this happened before?

The first time there were just a couple of candles.

Then a few more.

It's the third time.

I've never been so scared.

Do you have any idea who might have done this?

Yeah, I figured it was Rob. Ivy's ex.

I-it started a couple months ago when they broke up.

Did Ivy ever inform the police?

Yeah, she tried. The cop at the station

said that it's not a crime

to leave something outside of someone's house.

Yeah... Sweetheart, I'm so sorry to hear that.

Do you think this was some grand gesture to try to get Ivy back?

We tried every other way.

Constant calling, texting. Guy's unhinged.

What, you think I did something to Ivy?

No, no. I would never hurt her.

Well, what do you know about this, huh?

It's got quite the distinctive scent.

Cedar, cannabis, Canadian wildflowers.

And a hundred of these were left on

- Ivy's patio last night. - That's crazy.

Where were you last night, Rob?

I was at the Madison.

Got there at, like, 10 PM with a few buddies.

We stayed until, I don't know, 1:30?

Get back here with Kailey.

- She just left. - Kailey?

I'm trying to see new people. Get over Ivy.

Best six months of my life were with her.

So why did you break up?

I don't know, I...

She just pulled away. She broke up with me.

She wouldn't tell me why. She...

She shut down her social media, started to go to therapy,

which I thought was weird.

I mean, she never wanted to talk about her feelings before.

Who's her therapist?

Someone on campus.

Sarah something.

Ivy and I met four times in the last few months.

She was a great student.

Good kid.

Yeah, she needed someone to talk to.

Yes. She was stressed. Anxious.

Did this anxiety have anything to do with, uh,

unwanted attention?

A lot of female students seek out guidance

regarding harassment, Detective, and unfortunately

Ivy was no different.

Look, I... I wouldn't normally do this, but, um.

You can have my notes.

- They might help. - Thank you.

Ivy was convinced that someone was following her.

She said that they left things outside of her apartment,

lurked near her place.

To be honest, I couldn't tell whether this was real

or whether it was some delusion

brought on by some underlying issue.

It says here, "Possible BPD"

I'm assuming that's Borderline Personality Disorder?

Disordered sense of self, intense emotions...

Relationship instability. Yes.

All motivated by a fear of abandonment.

But I wasn't sure because Ivy also exhibited traits

of Paranoid Personality Disorder.

Delusions, distrust.

And you never made an official diagnosis?

No, no, and...

Considering what happened to her, I suppose I...