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.

Thank you for your support

during this campaign and I cannot wait

to get to Ottawa, roll up my sleeves, and get to work.

Yeah!

Because Parties change, terms end,

Environment Ministers, we come and go.

And I am not here to be remembered.

Peter, stop it.

You're making it look like you wrote it.

Worth remembering. I did.

Miss Matthews,

you used to work as a litigator for the very industries

that are destroying our planet.

Why should we trust you as our Environment Minister?

Every time that I went to court, I told myself

that someone needed to defend these companies.

And someone does. But not me.

Not anymore!

You see, I know these guys and I know how to fight them.

And now, I am here to defend our country,

our land, our lakes.

I am here to make this country

a better place for our children.

For my son.

Charles, with respect,

the Board never understood your decision in the first place.

With respect, I don't really care.

The land is useless to this company. I...

I strongly encourage you to get rid of it.

I've a good feeling about this.

Housekeeping.

Peter. Have you seen my phone?

Calendar updated.

- Did Owen leave already? - Yeah, he yelled, "Bye".

You were in the shower. Wow.

It's weird. We're going to be empty nesters soon.

Claire, you are going to have

an entire country to take care of.

Thank you.

- Oscar, right? - Uh, no. It's Owen.

Okay, whatever.

Just need to drop off my stuff and we'll head to the chapel.

You good to wait here? I'll show you around the school?

Yeah. Sure, it's fine.

Sit tight.

Graff, it's a universal truth.

Court gets cancelled,

the only thing left to do is enjoy the day.

I don't make the rules.

Yeah, summer's got the highest crime rate of any season.

Well, you know what else it has?

Root beer floats.

You always say they remind you of summer.

You really want to relive my childhood?

What did I tell you about summer, huh?

That was fast. What are you guys doing here?

Not sure yet. We were about to get ice cream.

What do we got?

Claire Matthews?

Newly elected, uh, member of Parliament

for University-Rosedale.

Yeah. Officers are securing the home. No one's inside.

Next of kin?

Haven't found anyone yet. We'll keep trying.

It's strange.

Jumpers usually take off their shoes and glasses

in an intuitive desire to preserve order.

There's nothing orderly about this.

Well, looks like her win

cleaned out every florist in town.

Any sign of a suicide note or journal?

No, sir. Nothing yet.

If she was standing on the stool,

her waist would be just above the railing.

It's a point for suicide.

She could also have been reaching for those geraniums.

Looks like she was deadheading the plant.

Well, if she was up here to reach,

she could've slipped. Might be an accident.

Or she was up there and somebody

pushed her over the edge.

Yeah, would've been someone she knows.

Someone she feels comfortable with.

Well, da Silva always says,

"What's the best way to kill someone?

Push them from a great height."

The fall renders every forensic detail indeterminant.

Now, right now, we still got accident, suicide, or murder.

The husband's in the lobby.

Mr. Moore,

did your wife have any history of mental illness, depression?

Okay.

I realize this is... delicate.

Did Claire ever attempt or discuss suicide?

Claire would never take her own life.

Okay, what makes you say that?

She just won her riding.

I was her campaign manager.

She was tapped by the PM to be Minister of the Environment.

She was on top of the world.

Claire would never choose to leave her work.

- Or her family. - Hmm.

Oh, my God. Where's Owen?

- Oh, that's right. Your son. - My step-son.

Claire's first husband died when Owen was little.

Uh, he's a Clifford. I need to...

You cannot tell him, he cannot hear this from a stranger.

Well, we'll drive you up there.

Unfortunately, we are going to need your clothes,

so we can escort you up to get changed.

No.

I hear Clifford is a great school.

How long you been a student here?

I'm not. I'm supposed to board here next year.

So I take it your mother was gonna work from Ottawa.

It's hard to be a good cabinet minister from Toronto.

At what time did you leave your home today?

I don't know, like seven?

Okay.

Owen, did anything happen this morning?

Uh, anything conflict, argument?

I told you.

We were all in a high. Claire was...

She's just on a winning streak.

What about you, Owen?

Did you, uh, notice anything?

I-I don't think so.

She was in the shower when I left.

I said goodbye, but...

I don't know if she heard me.

As far as we can tell,

Claire Matthews had absolutely no reason to end her own life.

According to her loving husband and son,

she wasn't depressed, had no history of substance abuse.

The woman was on top of the world.

Now, let's stay on this one, especially given who she is.

Yeah, we spoke to a Mason Thorne

and a Clifford tour guide.

Owen was on a rousing tour of the chapel when his mother died.

Hmm. And what about the loving husband? Where was he?

Two-hour trail run on the Beltline.

Oh, that's convenient.

Mark is checking to see if there are cameras

along the trail to confirm the alibi.

Someone might have seen something.

In the meantime, me and this guy have the great pleasure

of knocking on about 200 doors.

Well, maybe just one.

Let's start with the ornithophile

on the eighth floor.

Peter, I'm so sorry for your loss.

On the behalf of the conservative caucus,

please accept our condolences. Thank you.

I'm sorry,

we can't take any more questions.

The investigation is still underway.

Claire will be missed every day.

No luck finding Peter jogging on the Beltline yet.

Good thing. I know that there's a place in the city

you can still go without being watched.

But you were right about the bird lover on the eighth floor.

Here's the footage from their bird feeder camera.

It doesn't show the balcony, but the audio picked up

Claire talking to someone.

- Really? - Yeah, hang on. I enhanced it.

I can't do that.

I've made my final decision.

Let go of me!

Then it was murder. 10:14 AM.

Wait, uh, talking of cameras...

Your bad guy knows how to avoid them.

According to the lobby cameras, after the husband and son left,

no one went up to Claire's condo until the police arrived.

Then how did our killer get inside?

Yes, there were cameras in the lobbies,

so Claire came up with a hack. As she does...

Did.

We started using this service entrance

during the campaign.

No press, no nosy doormen, no enemies, no fans.

"We all". Who's "all"?

Everyone.

Me, the family, her volunteers, her press secretary.

We all had a key to the condo. It was pretty come and go.

And Tildy, do you mind telling us where you were?

Monday morning?

You serious?

I worshipped Claire.

And on Monday morning, I was picking up

a jacket that she left at the Archer Hotel.

What was she doing there?

She had a meeting.

I'm not allowed

to talk about our guests.

Violation of privacy.

Well, Claire Matthews was murdered,