King

How old is the victim?

- Coroner says late thirties. - Sorry, where were we?

Next of kin notified?

Next of kin notified? - No I.D. - Jane Doe.

Jane Doe. - What are these pictures? - She died at work, alone.

Alone. - Spears! - All alone.

- Must have made some bad choices.

Someone tell me what--

Good morning, chief.

On my way.

Chief.

- Vultures already circling.

Justice Calvin Faulkner. Know him? - Know the name.

Family court judge. - Housekeeper found him in his apartment this morning.

Coroner thinks he's been dead for two days.

- Two days and nobody missed him? - He was divorced.

- Cause of death? - Strangled with some kind

of undergarment. - Undergarment?

Are we looking for an Amish killer, sir?

- Whatever you call it. Lingerie.

- That's an undignified way to go, especially for a family court judge.

- Only a matter of time before the details leak, so the sooner you figure out what happened,

the sooner this becomes yesterday's news. - Done.

- My girlfriend, I'd like to-- - Sorry, sir.

Sir, step back! Step back! - I have to meet her. I need to see her. We're getting married.

- My name's Jess. What's your name? - Uh, Stephen.

- OK, Stephen, so if you'll just step back over here,

you'll see your girlfriend as soon as she comes out.

- OK. Over here? - Yeah, right there. - Good.

- Found the victim's wallet in the lobby. No credit cards, no cash.

- Thanks. - Don't know why you guys are even here.

Empty wallet, no forced entry. The way that guy was laid up upstairs,

it's not a big mystery. - I'll let you know when I solve it.

- Hey, King, are you gonna hold Danny's hand too when he gets to Homicide?

- OK, Riley, we got the case. So long.

- Danny's going to Homicide, huh? - I don't know.

I guess. It's news to me. - I can't wait to take over one of his cases.

- Oh yeah, 'cause I don't have enough awkward in my life.

You split with your wife,

you're downtown over 40 and this is where you end up.

Alimony Towers. - When do you move in?

Who says I'm over 40?

Faulkner got divorced 6 months ago.

- Divorcing a family court judge, that's gotta be uncomfortable.

- It goes double. He was a top divorce lawyer before he was called to the bench.

- The ex-Mrs. Faulkner's probably living on food stamps.

- Just a minute. - Thanks.

So what happened to you? How did you end up here?

Did you make some bad choices?

Well, there's signs of a struggle.

He's still wearing his wedding ring. - Well, took me a while.

Lonely guy, the way he's dressed,

his neckwear... - Sex play gone too far?

- An outcall. Deliberately, accidentally, who knows?

She grabs the wallet and runs.

- Takes a lot of effort to strangle somebody.

Doesn't have to be female.

Could be male or half and half.

Size 2.

- Prescription tranquilizers washed down with a single malt.

- That would make it easier. Work, work and more work.

God, this fridge looks like mine.

- Well, this is either the daughter

or the mistress. That's a daughter photo.

Sad.

Had a dream last night. You were in it.

Did we have our clothes on?

It's in his robe. - Someone finally calling

to check on him? - Hello?

This is Detective Sergeant Spears, Toronto police.

It's First Toronto. Someone's using Faulkner's credit card.

Justice Calvin Faulkner,

divorced, one adult child, got an address for the ex-wife,

Abigail, no address for the daughter Meredith,

but she was charged with impaired in '08,

cocaine possession last year. - I wanna talk to the ex-wife.

If she got shafted, it's motive. - He used to be a divorce lawyer

and they got divorced. You can bet she got shafted.

- Both my exes would strangle me, but I'm still liking the working girl theory.

- Faulkner's phone records? - Yeah, just got 'em.

- I'll check calls to escort agencies Friday night.

- You got those numbers memorized, do you?

What's up, Martin?

- So the judge's credit card was used

for 3 separate purchases, all at the same camera store.

- What's on the security footage?

- The camera at the camera store was broken.

Nice.

- The clerk described the buyer as a young white male

with dark hair, about 6 foot.

OK, vague description. Next.

- I'm guessing this photography enthusiast went to the nearest

pawn shop and traded those cameras in for cash.

- Get me a picture. Judge Faulkner was strangled

with a red lace teddy. The label said

"Bisous Privés." Maybe we can trace where it was sold.

- Nowhere. Bisous Privés went out of business 7-8 years ago.

Machine stitching, but good quality.

- Really, Ingrid? - What? You got shoes, I got my thing.

- Well, if it's your thing, you're on it.

I wanna know who it belonged to. But bring in Abigail Faulkner first.

After we divorced, I uh...

I purged the house of everything that was his.

And then this morning after the police left,

I searched for anything I might have missed.

I found one of his old dress shirts. - I understand.

I'm divorced. Even after all the fighting, there's still-- - Oh no.

There was never any fighting. - No?

- No, I knew before we got married that I'd always have to compete for his attention.

Compete with the law and other women.

Were there many other women?

Cal was smart, funny.

And when he focused on you, it was like you were

the most attractive, interesting person in the world.

It felt like... like you were glowing.

I had 25 years of those memories. - So why the divorce?

He fell in love.

Vanessa.

Born in the 80s.

- I would have a problem with Vanessa

born in the 80s.

Hope you made him pay. - No.

Cal was always very generous and I had my own money, so...

- Was Judge Faulkner into any kind of unusual sexual activity?

- No. Frequent sexual activity, yes, but unusual?

- What about prostitutes? - No.

No, Cal would never have done anything like that.

He certainly didn't need to.

Can I ask you--

Did you talk to my daughter Meredith?

No, we thought you might--

- She's my only daughter and I don't know where she is.

I called and I texted.

Please.

You find her.

- Ingrid. Faulkner's last mistress:

Vanessa Kaplan. - I checked Faulkner's phone list. No escort service.

Work calls and takeout. His clerk said

he had a major decision due Monday. Last call 9:10PM.

- So he died sometime after that. No hookers and I'm not liking the ex.

- Oh, and I was right about Bisous Privés.

Company folded in 2004 and nobody sells it.

- Could be vintage. - Ew. - Gently used lingerie?

Not so much. I'm thinking it must be from someone's private collection.

- Well, Abby Faulkner's not a size 2. Maybe Vanessa Kaplan.

Vanessa Kaplan, 31,

event planner, Leaside, lives with her husband Mike.

- Well, let's go talk to the mistress and her husband Mike.

- Strangulation with lingerie? Not how a jealous husband's gonna handle it.

- Oh, how would a husband handle it?

- Well, Danny punched me in the face, remember?

- No, I don't remember that at all.

Hi, I'm Detective Sergeant Jessica King.

This is Detective Sergeant Spears.

- Yeah, I thought you would... You know, um...

Can you just come in? Come in.

Someone have an accident?

- My husband has a bit of a temper.

I started crying when I heard

about Cal and, uh...

Mike, he... he could tell and he just--

- We understand that you and Calvin were in a relationship? - Lovers, yes.

- Where's Mike now? - He left.

At work, driving, I don't know. I...

I shouldn't have broken the rules.

- The rules? - We agreed.

No friends, no one at work, and you never...

see the same person more than 3 times.

- An open marriage. - And you broke the rules for Calvin.

- I did. I broke the rules for Calvin.

He made me laugh in my whole body and--

- And your husband found out. - He called me on it last week.

I denied it but he didn't believe me.

- We're gonna need the licence number of Mike's vehicle.

No.

Mike would never do anything. Ever.

- Open marriage. Like that works.

- Better than just dreaming about it. - What?

- You said you had a dream about the two of us. - No, nothing like that.

Everyone was there--Ingrid, Martin, and you were all acting like I didn't exist.

- I think that means you're ignoring something that's important to you.

- Look at you, Dr. Jung. Ingrid, Mike Kaplan's driving a blue van.

It's got one of those in-vehicle response systems.

Get the company to get us a location.

Licence number 478 Kilo Zulu Hotel Alpha.

- [We found him. South of the QEW]

- Right there. That's him. That's him.

We'll take him on the bridge.

Hey! - Hey, hey! Stop! Don't move! - Hands where I can see them!

On your knees! - It's my wallet.

Driver's licence?

- We're not here to talk about your driving, Mike.

- Mike Kaplan was charged with assault a year ago.

Punched a guy at a Christmas party--dancing too close to his wife.

- Guess Mike isn't so down with the 'open' part of the relationship.

- Well, let's see what we can do with that.

- And I got this when I ran his plates.

Not hungry?

Open marriages.

Well, if they really worked, a lot of guys would be signing up.