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.

Hey, I got your number from a friend. Can we meet?

Never would've made you for a junkie.

You don't know me.

Wow.

We're a far cry from the little storefront you had on Dundas,

where we did my first show, if I remember correctly,

and you sold all my pieces.

Mm-hmm. Did you come all this way to talk about the past, Rick?

No. I've actually...

I've been working on a new series of prints.

Don't have anything to show you yet--

Wait, are you suggesting that I represent you again?

Thought we could talk about it, at least.

What? What, it's not a good time?

Oh, of course not. I'm just days out from opening this gallery on Friday.

I haven't even mounted Eve's show yet, which is going to be amazing, by the way.

But no, no, I'm not busy at all. - You know what you need?

You need a macchiato from next door.

Just take a little break. I'm buying, for once.

We'll have a little chat, I'll have you back here in 15 minutes, I promise.

Huh, Lee? The plumber is on the phone.

Oh, should he call back?

Absolutely not, I've been calling him all week.

Look... - To be continued.

Fine. Come to my lecture tonight.

See you later. - Wouldn't it be great to start fresh?

You have so much baggage with her.

What did I do to piss her off?

Stop it, you don't need Lee to put you on the map,

and you don't need to prove anything.

I think her problem was that you didn't produce enough fast enough.

I know how stressful that can be.

Oh yeah, do you, Ms. Paletto Award Winning Artist?

Did Lee really say I was too slow?

Tell me, Eve. This is my life. - Right, your life. Your career.

And what is that supposed to mean?

If you want a gallerist, do some new work, Rick. Good work.

Don't just talk about it. 'Cause there's no free rides, and this art career you want?

It's not all it's cracked up to be. - Neither was our marriage.

Which is why we're separated.

So essentially, if you're gonna make great art,

you need to pour your unique, authentic self into it.

And only by doing that will your work stand the test of time.

Thank you.

Over-served?

Understatement. He started early.

- Hi. - That was great.

This is Jasper Claes, one of our grad students.

Fantastic painter.

Well, I did learn from the best.

Yes, pile on the compliments.

We don't want her to quit teaching. - I do.

What? She's my best artist. I do.

Hey, buddy. Let me give you a hot tip.

If you want to be represented by the great Lee Sloane over here,

you gotta be more like Eve--

Okay, let's take a walk, alright?

Oh, let's take a walk, let's take a walk...

Oh, I'm in trouble now... How do you sell that drivel?

It's okay, it's okay. Oh, hey...

Hey, hey, hey.

Come back downstairs. Don't babysit.

Not here, okay?

That guy's such an asshole.

That's why I'm divorcing him.

Are you?

I saw you guys earlier.

Please. I just need to get through this week,

then everything will change.

Alright.

Jasper.

I love you. It'll be fine.

I'll be back. I gotta get more wine.

Janitor found Eve Kinwood at 6 a.m.,

stabbed multiple times in the back.

Also at the base of her skull.

You talked to the staff?

Most of them were at a party last night. No one saw anything.

No cameras?

No. No keyless logs either.

Nothing to monitor who comes and goes in this part of the building.

Oh. A trusting, close-knit community.

Or a jealous and divided one.

It's a Paletto Award. Highest art award in the country.

Graff, Bateman.

I was getting more wine... for the party.

I heard yelling. - An argument?

I think so. It was muffled.

But then something hit the floor. Hard.

What time was this?

Around 5:30.

I thought it was nothing. I didn't even go check.

Who would do this?

Everyone loved Eve.

Thank you.

So what do we have?

An argument, multiple stab wounds.

It could indicate a crime of passion.

Great. So our suspects are only...

everyone who ever loved or hated Eve. Easy.

It could be the person who touched this.

Had blood on their hand

and transferred it when they stood up.

Tech found this in a garbage can down the hall.

Dried blood.

Somebody tried to wipe this clean.

Let me see her!

So when was the last time you saw Eve?

The last time I saw her was at Lee's lecture. Yesterday.

- Who else was there? - Students, you know.

Some faculty.

I left early, I was unwell.

A whole bottle of scotch would certainly make one feel... unwell.

I had a couple of drinks, okay? I was tired, I came up here,

I slept for a little bit and then I went home.

- What time was this? - About 7.

And when Eve didn't come home...

We were separated.

We had been for a little over a year,

so she kept the house and I moved out.

It must've been hard working so close to your ex.

There was always issues, but you know, she was my friend.

And we talked all the time about

life, and school, and my art.

- Not hers? - She was actually pretty modest about the whole...

success thing. She'd always been quiet.

A little distant.

I don't see much distance here.

You two were stuck together.

Oh God.

We... um...

had problems,

but I always thought there was a chance for us, you know.

- Is this your art? - Yeah.

That's screen print.

It--it's good.

Do they still do it with the squeegee thing and the ink

and... messy business.

Yeah, I teach that.

I also teach linocut and intaglio.

His fingernails are way too clean for someone who plays in ink all day.

He scrubbed that right hand raw.

A man with a clean hand is not a killer, Bateman.

Oh, come on. Sleeping in his office is not an alibi.

I bet he wiped that bloody mitt all over that arm rest

and called it a night. - Leave that to forensics.

All I know is Rick's got an inferiority complex

about Eve's art career that he's drowning in booze.

Yeah, I saw how he drank in your compliment,

but is being less talented than you ex a motive to kill her?

Seems like a divorce gone wrong to me.

We need to find everyone who was at that party.

See what happened between him and Eve.

Rick was hammered.

I was working refreshments.

He must've drank like a bottle of wine before the lecture even started.

Seems to me that Eve wouldn't stand for that at a talk she organized.

No. She hauled him right out of there.

- What time was this? - Around 5 p.m.

God, I can't believe this is happening.

Eve was my first real mentor.

How long did you stay at the party, Melinda?

Until Suyin and I taught Sculpture 120 at 6 p.m.

I'm her studio assistant.

Wait.

What are you asking me?

We just want to know if you saw anything.

Honestly, nothing. You should talk to Jasper.

When Eve took Rick upstairs, he went with them.

Rick was a mess.

I threw him in his office.

He was passed out before he even hit the couch.

The man's a drunk. It's not the first time he's passed out at school.

So a couple of glasses of scotch, maybe a bottle of wine,

and he's what, comatose?

Is that surprising?

It's featherweight for an alcoholic.

Okay, so maybe he had more.

All I know is he was embarrassing the hell out of Eve. I had to...

help her get him out of there.

She couldn't handle her own husband?

Ex-husband.

And no. No, he was making a huge scene.

It's a sticky thing to get in the middle of.

Yeah, well he started it.

He was harassing us about how Lee would only ever represent people like Eve.

He's so jealous of her.

I swear, if Rick did this, I'll...

Kill him for killing your girlfriend?

Who told you about us?

You did. Just now.

You know that Rick thought

that there still might be a chance for them.

Did he tell you that? Did Eve?

- No. - You sure?

Because if Rick was asleep like you said he was,