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In Toronto's war on crime,

the worst offenders are pursued by the detectives

of the Specialized Criminal Investigations Unit.

These are their stories.

Are you sure it's centered?

Didi, I measured it 18 times.

So did the electrician.

Let the man work.

10 years in, if you don't trust him by now...

No, I trust him, I just don't always trust my own eye.

Stanley.

We just bought you new ties.

Why are you still wearing that one?

For sentimental value.

Bruce? Tell him.

I think that tie probably costs more than my car...

and I think it looks great.

- Huh? - Liar.

I'm going to change the tie.

Oh, that'll be Declan. He's picking me up.

Thank God you're here. You can rescue me

from the good-taste patrol.

I would if I could.

But we are late to see our new home.

Did Bruce tell you?

Yeah?

One of his clients has offered to sell us

the most incredible, fantastic...

It's brilliant.

Bruce, you're a genius.

Oh, well, this genius really does need to say goodbye.

- We are officially late. - Yeah.

Okay, but before you go, the pool table.

Do we leave it for our anniversary party

or should we have it moved? Come, come.

Let's just put a pin in these new ideas.

- I like where we are right now. - Wait, a pin?

Aren't you the one always saying evolve or die?

Yep.

Stanley!

- Do not touch me! - It's okay. Let him go.

Let's not do this in a lab, Mishra.

Shut up, Jason. Why don't you go lick some boots

somewhere else?

Stan, are you gonna stop it with this lawsuit

or am I gonna have to stop you?

Welcome to the center for science outdoor exhibits, children.

In the spring, this area is typically filled

with butterflies on their epic migration.

These pollinators help to spread the wealth

and ensure our planet's future.

"Spread the wealth" is a... It's a nice one.

If you're here about your idea, I already said no, Reed.

I won't let your dislike of me stand in the way

of great opportunity.

Wasn't the last one a great one too?

And the one before that?

There's a saying about throwing good money after bad.

Ever heard of it?

We're brothers!

I don't see why I have to go to your wife every time

I need to ask for some money.

Because Didi handles the investments.

She's always had a nose for it.

You're the scientist, so how am I supposed to sell

an idea to someone who doesn't speak our language?

Our language?

- Come on, Reed. - Don't say things like that.

And don't use her as a shield.

If you don't believe in me anymore, just say it.

Didi says no, it's no.

Sold to Ms. Rogers in the front.

The Hospital for Sick Children thanks you.

I'm sorry.

It's just not a good investment.

It's fine. I get it.

Moving on.

- Hey, sweetie. - Hey.

Having fun? Never been to one of these things before.

Our next item is by emerging artist Isabel Flugen,

titled Ascension.

That's the one you love so much, right?

- Mm-hmm. - I don't see it, but...

We'll start the bidding at $ 1,000.

- Didi. You don't even like it. - $ 2,000.

- It's not for me, it's for you. - $ 3,000.

$ 4,000.

$ 20,000.

$ 200,000.

Going once.

Going twice.

Sold. To our host.

The wonderful Didi Thorpe.

Didi. You did not just do that.

Oh, come on. It's for sick kids.

And Nancy Fogel has to stop trying to buy everything.

But... I can't possibly accept...

Oh, don't worry. I'm keeping it.

I'll hang it above the fire

and invite Nancy over for a cocktail.

- Oh, Kate. Hi. - Hi.

I told Didi that I'd be here this morning to help hang

a painting, so she should be home.

I know, I put it in her calendar.

- I got it. - Thanks.

Didi?

Hello?

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Lombardi! How's your Habs doing?

I forgot. Does Toronto still have a team?

Careful, those are fighting words.

Okay, what do we got?

Whole lot of I don't understand rich people, that's for sure.

Stanley Thorpe.

The guy had the kind of life that most people would kill for.

- No pun intended. - None taken.

Great house, wonderful wife,

great business, all the money in the world.

Why would he murder her and kill himself?

Money doesn't buy happiness.

Certainly not in this case.

Looks like strangulation and blunt force trauma.

Guessing the killer used this?

I would say Stanley used that.

He hit her, he stunned her, strangled her.

Then he decides he'd rather face his maker than a judge

and slits his own wrists.

Classic domestic.

She even fought back and ripped his shirt.

Yeah, but there's no scratch marks on him.

She does have something under her nails.

Make sure we bag her hands.

We don't want to miss any fibers or trace DNA.

Those look like ligature marks to you?

Sure do. Looks like someone bound his wrists then slit them.

Aren't they too dark to have been made in the last

- 12 hours? - Yeah, but if he was tied up,

it would explain the tailing.

The cut exits at the distal end of the arm, away from the body.

It's unlikely he would cut himself in that direction.

There's no hesitation marks.

It's a telltale sign of a self-inflicted wound.

We went through all of the surveillance.

No one exited or entered the house in the last 48 hours

except Didi and Stanley.

Show us when they got home.

Here is Didi. Coming home from yoga, eight PM.

No one else is in the car.

She's gonna park in the garage

and she enters the house through the walkway.

Well, we don't know if she was alone. Back windows are tinted.

All we can see is there's no one in the front with her.

Well, Didi didn't exactly strike me as a chauffeur-type,

but what do I know? Now, if I fast forward

for an hour here...

There's Stanley coming home from work.

He parks in the driveway and goes in the front door.

Between the hours of 9 PM and 10:30 AM,

absolutely no one other than the Thorpes arrives or leaves.

Until this morning...

That's Bruce Lacy waiting at the door.

Didi's assistant, Kate Weir, is going to let him in

and then...

Bruce's husband, Declan Carr,

arrives shortly after that. And that's it.

We've been friends with Didi and Stanley

for over 10 years now.

Ever since Bruce was hired to design

the interior of this house for them.

We did everything together.

Vacations, holidays.

They don't have kids.

Graff? Got a second?

Look at this window down here.

I just checked the security cameras again.

They're angled outward to see the entire property.

Leaving this lower window out of view.

It's a blind spot.

The killer could have easily pulled themselves up here,

walked off the property without being seen.

Both median nerves were severed.

Yeah. Both median nerves

cut like that would render the hand useless.

You wouldn't be able to make both cuts.

Exactly. Also,

you were right about the zip ties.

He was bound, but the bruising isn't old like Lombardi thought.

Stanley was on blood thinners for a heart attack

he had last year. Would have made him bruise easily.

That also would have made him bleed out fast.

Do we have any sense of a time of death?

They were both dead at least nine hours

before they were found. I'd say roughly 9 to 11 PM?

Mm-hmm. Any foreign DNA on the bodies?

None. No blood, no hair.

And I know why.

Look at what was under Didi and Stanley's fingernails.

Traces of woven polypropylene?

Common compound in the manufacture of...

bunny suits.

The investigation is ongoing

and we'll hold a press conference soon to update.

Okay, thanks.

I've got to give the media something

or else they'll just start their own investigation.

Speaking of which,

are we absolutely sure that this is a double homicide

- without a doubt? - Yeah, we believe the killer

was wearing a clean room suit

to prevent leaving traces of DNA at the scene.

Woven polypropylene fibers

found under both victims nails, okay.

Yeah, evidence that the assailant

fought with both victims before he or she killed them,

and then slipped out of this basement window.

One not covered by the cameras.

And we think the killer must've known the Thorpes.

They were able to get in and out of the house

without being detected. - Knew their schedule,

knew their prescriptions. Maybe chose exsanguination

for Stanley due to him being on blood thinners.

And we've checked everyone who was there?

Uh, Kate, Bruce, Declan.

Kate, the assistant, was with her boyfriend.

Bruce was at a party with friends,

and Declan was in Kitchener visiting his sister,

stayed overnight at a motel.

Who profits from their deaths? Money's always a motive.

These two were worth what? A billion?

One point two.

We contacted the estate lawyer.

She intimated most of the fortune

would be left to charity,

but she's holding the will until it's read

to the close friends and family.

That's Didi's cousin,

Stanley's brother.

The Thorpes didn't have any kids.

Stanley's baby was his business

and he was very protective of it.

His name's synonymous with Helix.

He sued just about all his rivals.

So maybe this killer's got something to do

with his company.

The only thing at Helix and Co

that could kill Stanley is stress.

Honestly, he had a heart attack last year.

What was he like to work for?

He was a great man. Brilliant mind.

He plucked me from the mail room, trained me up.

Look at you now. Interim CEO.

Jason, we have to ask.

Where were you when the Thorpes died?

I was at an industry builders seminar in the T1 Towers.

Mm-hmm.

I wasn't involved in Stanley's death.

He was like a father to me. He paid for my school,

he gave me everything that I have.

- You're saying he was a Saint. - Not exactly.

I mean, he could be a bit of a rebel.

For Stan, making generic drugs,

that was his way of bringing health to the people.

And if you got in the way of his mission,

he'd just sue you, right?

That's the drug patent business. Everybody sues everybody.

Was there anyone in particular who had a problem with Stanley?

Recently?

Our head chemist, Mishra.

He left Helix.

Stanley was so upset,

he enforced his non-compete agreement.

So... Mishra wanted to start his own company?

Yes. He came in a few days before Stanley died,

uttered threats, Stan held firm.

I did not kill Stanley so I could start a company.

And yet the ink was barely dry on their death certificates

before you signed a lease for a new laboratory.

That's not a crime. I can do what I want.

Stanley dropped the suit.

When?

He called me.

After our fight at Helix.

Said, "the whole thing was silly."

You know, he sent a retraction letter to my lawyer.

Wished me luck.

That's interesting. Seems out of character

for a litigious fella like Stanley Thorpe.

I worked with Stanley for 20 years.

I never once saw him back down from a fight.

But he had been acting strange lately.

Erratic, hard to reach, not at all like himself.

Tell me you found something. Walk with me, I'm late.

Well, more like someone.

Mishra told us that Stanley was acting elusive, erratic,

out of character for a guy as regimented as he was.

Yeah, so we took a look at his calendar

and Mark took a deep dive into his phone.

According to location data,

when Stanley should have been at Equinox,

he was actually somewhere else.

- Where was that? - The Hotel Laurent,

where he met with this woman on the day that he was killed.

Hotel security just sent us this image of them together

and the concierge said Stanley paid for his reservation

in cash, ordered a bunch of room service.

- An affair! - She left the hotel

in a rental car.

Now, company's cooperating and has agreed to track

- the vehicle for us. - Yeah, well I'm on my phone.

Just keep me posted. Thank God.

Hi. Come in, come in.

We haven't met.

I'm Reed Thorpe.

Cal Maddox. Friend of Stanley's.

Can't imagine you finding them like that.

You know, the cops told me they think it's a double homicide.

I mean, what are we even doing back at this house?

It's grotesque.

It's okay.

We'll get through this.

You know, Didi would be thrilled to see

so many of her friends here, right?

Except for that one.

Don't worry.

I'll get rid of her.

Excuse me.

Hey.

So you finally got what you wanted.

What's that, Reed?

My brother's job.

You know, I'd rather have Stanley back. He was my family.

Stanley was not your family and Helix is not your company.

And if you jeopardize its future,

you will have me to deal with.

We need to talk.

Now is not the time.

Cal Maddox.

Seems you just can't stay away from Stanley.

Even in death.

I... I wasn't having an affair with Stanley,

but my company is in bed with Helix.

I'm the VP of Acquisitions for Bayer.

We're buying the company.

Hence the top-secret hotel meetings.

Stanley's habits changed because he was getting ready

- to cash out. - Yeah, but not everyone

would make off as well as Stanley.

The Board, sure. The shareholders...

What about the rest? Mergers mean layoffs, right?

Yes, there... there is a short list.

Does it include Stanley's protégé, Jason Roy?

Yes, it does.

Mr. Roy isn't Bayer material.

We insist on an MBA education of minimum.

Yet, he's the interim CEO of Helix.

Bayer is going to reassess most of Helix's practices

to suit our ethos.

Does Jason know he's being canned?

Yes. I think someone told him. One of the shareholders.

I've been trying to get him to sign the final sale papers,

but he keeps blowing me off.

And now he's running the company.

Yes, I knew about the merger.

Secrets that big never stay secret.

Must've stung to learn that Stanley left you

- out of the deal. - I was crushed,

but that's business.

Well, now that you're CEO,

you could put the brakes on the merger.

Isn't that why Cal Maddox tried to buttonhole you

at the Thorpe's home?

That wasn't the time or the place.

Now, look, this merger is happening.

It's what Stan wanted.

I'm not gonna get in the way of that.

Well, then, explain to us

why you lied about your whereabouts

on the night of the murder.

Yeah, there was a seminar at the T1 Tower,

but you weren't at it.

So who were you with?

Okay. I was with a broker.

When I found out I was being cut loose,

I bought Helix stock. A lot of it.

You think we should define insider trading for him?

That's why I lied.

I'm hoping my being forthcoming now

might buy me some goodwill?

That depends on the kindness of the prosecutor.

Look, I love Stan. Okay?

Even when I found out he was gonna let them cut me loose.

But all the years, all those hours.

Everything we did for this company? It was for what?

So we could be subsumed into some massive, faceless corporation?

Didn't feel wrong to want something more for it.

Well, now that we're being honest...

Do you have any idea who did this?

The company's valued at a billion dollars.

Stanley and Didi would have gotten half the money

- from the sale. - So now that they're gone,

someone's gonna get their share.

You should take to Stanley's brother, Reed.

He only ever loved Stan for his money.

Meaning all the proceeds from the house sale,

other property assets, and bank accounts

totaling 1.2 billion dollars

will be divided amongst the charities I just named.

Now, onto individual gifts.

Kate Weird, Didi's assistant,

is to receive a year's pay in severance.

Ilana Sims, Didi's cousin,

will the receive the contents of Didi's wardrobe,

including handbags and jewelry valued at approximately

1.6 million dollars.

For Declan Carr,

a donation of $ 50,000 to the Daily Bread Food Bank.

For Bruce Lacy,

Didi's entire art collection,

to be donated in his name to the AGO,

should he facilitate its delivery.

Finally, the proceeds from the pending sale

of Helix and Co shall be given to Stanley's heir, Reed Thorpe.

Thank you, brother.

Thank you.

Well, I suppose you'll let me know when the check is ready.

Hey. Show some goddamn respect!

Respect?

This is my family. I don't know what you two are doing here.

Don't you have some paintings you have to drive over to the AGO?

- You're disgusting. - Why?

Because I got what you were hoping to get?

It's alright.

It's okay.

So Stanley and Reed weren't estranged.

No, they were. Up until about a year ago.

Then Reed came back into Stanley's life

looking for a payday.

Did Stanley and Didi see it that way?

Didi thought Reed was pathetic.

Always pestering them for money.

Well, now he'll never have to ask them again.

Or... anyone.

Was that the painting that Didi asked you

over to help hang?

- Was it special to her? - No.

It meant nothing to Didi.

Then why'd she buy it?

She just wanted to outbid Nancy Fogel for it.

The developer?

At a charity event, of all places.

Classic Didi.

You know, we should have just thrown this on top

of Reed's pile of money in the lawyer's office

and left it...

Thanks, we'll be in touch.

You alright, Kate?

No.

Reed wasn't supposed to get all of the money,

but he did, and it's my fault!

Just slow down, take it from the top.

A few days before they died,

Stanley and Didi had a conversation

about what they wanted to do with the money

from the Helix sale.

Didi wanted all of the money to go into an endowment,

but not for something down the road,

something happening right now.

- How do you know this? - Didi told me.

She wrote a letter to her lawyer by hand

and she gave it to me, but...

I take it the letter didn't make it to the lawyer.

I lost it! I...

I put it in a pile of papers and it just disappeared.

I was still looking for it when all of this happened.

Do you know what the endowment was to be used for?

No.

What if people in need

are gonna miss out of the millions of dollars

that Didi wanted to share?

And Reed is just gonna go and blow it on dumb inventions

that they wouldn't have funded in the first place?

Kate, does Reed come to the house often?

Was he here the day that Didi gave you that letter?

Reed turned up to the house unannounced the night

that Stanley and Didi were discussing

what to do with the merger money.

Kate let him in.

And the letter went missing that same night.

Yeah, it did. So Mark did a little digging

and found some chatter between the brothers.

I was able to recover a conversation

from an encrypted cloud-based messenger the brothers used.

They love the vanishing feature,

but you know me.

There were bunch of exchanges about the merger.

Reed was pushing Stanley to retire, cash in.

He reminded Stanley about his heart attack

and about not waiting to reap the rewards.

Stanley eventually came around to the sale.

He liked the idea of spending more time with Didi.

He also put a clause in the Helix sale contract

that proceeds would go to Stanley's next of kin.

Yeah, but with Didi gone, guess who the next of kin is?

Reed.

But why kill them for the money now?

Oh. You're not familiar with Reedware?

Mm-hmm. You're in for a cinematic feast.

Made from my personal blend

of unbreakable thermoplastic,

"Reedware" can withstand anything!

And I mean anything.

"Reedware," it'll be your first and your last.

Reed spent a fortune on products that bombed.

- He was in debt. - Debt that would have been

paid if he got the inheritance from the sale of Helix.

But if he found out about Didi's plan

to give all the money to the endowment...

He knew he'd get nothing.

Unless, he did something about it.

Yeah, I might have heard Didi

saying something to my brother that night about...

possibly redirecting the money?

Possibly?

And the letter?

I might have moved it.

I can't remember. I didn't open it.

No, because that would be a crime.

Which Mr. Thorpe has not committed or admitted to.

Alright, we're not here investigating mail theft.

Reed, we know that you were pressuring Stanley

to take the deal.

You were next in line to make a ton a cash

and that would have financed a lot of...

What did you say you were again? An influencer?

I'm an inventor.

The black sheep.

The creative one. Every family has one.

You know,

your parents, they probably just didn't get your thing, huh?

They probably labelled you

with a learning disability or something like that.

But Stanley was different.

He empathized and occasionally, he was generous.

That is until Didi came along

to remind you of that dumb kid hidden beneath the surface.

So you chose the most horrendous way to shut her up.

To get out from under Stan's shadow.

Free yourself from debt.

Multiple birds with one stone.

We'd like to pause this interview...

No, no. It's fine. I didn't like Didi.

My brother made every single penny of his fortune.

She controlled it.

For some reason, he liked it that way.

Didi only invested in things that she felt had a return.

To get a loan from Didi

meant you were gonna get a loan with a lot of strings attached.

But then at the same time, she's donating

all that money to charity.

But please.

No, that's to make her look good.

Why do you think she wanted to give away

all that money from the sale?

Go to war for some cause?

No, hubris.

Yeah, look, Reed. I gotta tell you,

for a guy who has not read a letter,

you sure seem to know a lot about Didi's intentions.

Well, I'm not gonna sit around and let this gold-digger

throw away my brother's fortune.

No, I get it. You took the letter

before Kate could deliver it so the money would be yours.

No, no, no. I did not take the letter,

I delayed the letter so that I could speak to Stanley

and try to talk some sense into him.

Before I had a chance to...

he, um...

You mentioned that Didi was gonna go to war for a cause.

Do you know what or who she was referring to?

Like I said, I didn't open the letter.

But I still have it.

Didi wanted all the money from the Helix sale

to go to a charity called Share Science.

- It's a charity she founded. - So she wanted to give

- the money to herself? - Not exactly.

When Didi married Stanley 30 years ago,

he bought her a plot of conservation land

near Don Mills as a wedding gift.

Didi wanted to be a philanthropist,

he gave her a way into that world.

So she transferred the land title

to a brand new charity she created, Share Science.

And then donated that land

to the Toronto Center for Science

so they could build a facility there, 25 years ago.

She even named a wing after Stanley.

This is all very romantic,

but what does it have to do with murder?

Well, Didi wanted to protect something.

Something special. Meaningful.

You ever see the faces on the kids

at the Center for Science?

It's like they got these little bottle rockets

going off in their brain.

Imagine your partner creating a legacy like that for you.

A legacy that would disappear

if the Center for Science no longer existed.

This recent building condition assessment was conducted

to determine if there were any structural issues

with the center. Of course, they found some.

An assessment ordered and paid for by the notoriously

well-connected and aggressive land developer, Nancy Fogel.

That name rings a bell.

Is there any connection beyond this paperwork?

They were rivals. Nancy used her political connections

to expedite the assessment.

She wanted to make the center look hazardous.

Basically make it seem like a teardown.

It's why Didi wanted to go to war,

inject 500 million dollars into this endowment

to ensure the upkeep of the Center for Science

so that Nancy couldn't destroy it.

You should take this to probate court.

Find out what this Nancy Fogel was up to

and if she thought it was worth killing for.

Yes, Didi was being a real pain in the ass.

Standing in the way of something that could actually elevate Don Mills.

Something everyone else wants.

But I didn't kill her.

No, but you do plan on killing the soul of this area

with this... homage to mediocrity.

This is a luxury complex

that will service multiple communities.

I think you mean it'll service the residents

of the multiple condos your company hopes to build.

I mean the citizens of this city who need amenities.

Do you know how many jobs this complex will create?

None. Because you can't build this paragon

of modern architecture

until you acquire the Center for Science land.

But I'm guessing it's gonna be easier

to convince the Share Science board of directors

to sell it to you now that Didi's gone.

She was the real pain in the ass, right?

It's like you said, everybody else wanted this.

And who is everybody, Nancy?

The Share Science board?

Because it looks to me that your dream is very much alive.

These drawings were revised and printed today.

I don't have to answer that.

Tell me, Nancy. Where were you

the night that Didi and Stanley were murdered?

I don't have to answer that either.

And if you had any evidence against me

with regard to the murder of two people I barely knew

and hardly spent time with,

you would have already produced it.

Out of everyone we've talked to,

she's had the least contact with the Thorpes.

Probably wouldn't know what medication Stanley took.

Or how to get in and out of their house

without being seen, but she is definitely hiding something.

Yeah, the fact that she would've had help.

Someone close to Didi, someone who also

wanted the deal to go through.

Let's talk to the board.

Almost all of us voted yes to the land sale.

But not Didi.

The vote needed to be unanimous.

She was never gonna budge.

Why would the board of a science-based organization

be so eager to sell to a property developer?

Nancy promised that the Center for Science

wouldn't close. It would simply relocate.

She said she'd retain jobs and that she'd...

Make it worth your while?

How much did she offer?

Need I remind you that this is a murder investigation,

Ms. Goodwin?

She offered the board 100,000 dollars each.

She'd pay us as consultants for the various relocation efforts.

Wow. I mean, that's kind of a lowball offer, isn't it?

I expected it to be more than that.

Are you kidding me?

100K is a fortune for people on the board.

We're not all ladies who lunch like Didi was. No disrespect.

You said that not everybody said yes to the sale,

so apart from Didi, who were the holdouts?

Bruce Lacy. Didi's best friend.

He was never ever gonna vote against her.

Bruce.

I was worried you weren't going to show.

Just tell me where to sign.

I did the right thing? Yeah?

Of course, you did.

And it's not like you're gonna give it back, right?

You're right. I'm not.

Screw it.

Let's do something for us.

Nancy Fogel finally got her land.

You know, I'm kind of sad to see the Center for Science go.

You and me both, Theo, but we've got bigger fish to fry.

This title transfer means that all the Share Science board members

voted in favor of selling the land to Fogel projects.

Which means your theory that someone wanted to get rid

of Didi in order to push the sale through holds water.

But Nancy Fogel doesn't fit your profile, does she?

I'm sure there's motive, but not much opportunity.

Right, for Nancy there isn't, but there would be

for Bruce Lacy, Didi's best friend.

Yeah, he was on the board with Didi

and knew about her issues with Nancy,

he knew about Stanley's blood thinners,

had intimate knowledge of the Thorpe home.

I mean, he designed the interior.

Yeah, and Theo, he found the bodies.

So you think Bruce made a deal with Nancy.

For what, money?

Well, what else?

We believe that he met with Nancy,

who offered to change Didi's mind for a price,

you know, get her to vote yes on the deal.

I had the pleasure of meeting Didi Thorpe.

Couple of times, actually.

Her mind was set in concrete.

Exactly, that's why he had to kill her.

To get rid of her vote entirely.

So you're suggesting that Bruce Lacy

and Nancy Fogel together...

Well, we're not there yet, but it's possible.

Certainly is, but Nancy Fogel's lawyered up.

And all we got is this totally legal,

exceptionally unremarkable land transfer document.

If we want a jury to believe interior designer, Bruce Lacy,

killed his closest friend for a payday,

I need more than Nancy Fogel

made him an offer he couldn't refuse.

You sure?

No, thank you. Yeah, we just wanted to double-check.

I thought you went home?

So did I.

Bruce's friends swear he was at the party.

Timeline's a little hazy,

it's possible he might have been able to sneak out and meet Didi,

- but I don't know. - He gets in the back

of Didi's SUV, follows her into the house,

and then does this.

The killer wanted to frame Stanley.

Shame him. As for Didi,

strangled with her husband's tie.

Arms and legs spread out like this.

It looks almost unnatural.

That painting we saw at the crime scene.

The one that Declan and Bruce were packing up in the garage?

- We got that? - Uh...

Yup. Here.

My god.

She was posed.

We need to talk to the auctioneer.

Oh, my god. Bruce, this is so beautiful.

And I'm glad they included the big furniture pieces.

They work, don't you think?

It just needs a good cleaning.

Oh, she more than outbid Nancy Fogel.

She raised bid ten times over. I'd never seen anything like it.

It's a lovely piece and I know Bruce loved it,

but for an emerging artist,

it wasn't worth anywhere near what Didi paid for it.

Was Bruce Lacy her usual plus one?

Always. Her designer, lovely guy.

Was there any tension between them on that day?

No.

But she did get into it with another guy after the sale.

Who?

His boyfriend, I think.

Handsome salt and pepper hair? I'd never seen him before.

- What happened? - Didi asked Bruce

to come over to hang the painting,

and once he'd walked away, this guy just went nuts on her.

Told Didi she was selfish

and that the painting was just another thing

to throw in her pile of money.

Bruce? Declan?

Detectives.

Please, come in.

Sorry, the door was open.

What a space. Remarkable.

Industrial era? 1920s, right?

1926. Used to be a mattress factory.

Heritage laws allowed it to survive and then it became...

well, this.

And you designed this for a former client

and he sold it to you.

At a decent price, I hear.

Wait, sorry, how do you know that?

It's our job. This seller holds you in high regard.

Says you have the best taste in the city.

He does.

We're just curious how you came up with the money

for this place, all of a sudden.

How is this any of your business?

We secured a loan. Privately.

From Nancy Fogel, I'd say it was more

of a gift... or payment.

For services rendered.

It's just the first time

the board voted on the land sale, you voted no.

And then Nancy paid you handsomely,

and second vote, a resounding yes.

This is... our first night

in our new home, so unless there's anything else...

Space is a funny thing.

You know, means different things

to different people, but look at this.

By God, Bruce, you've got it in spades.

Must've been frustrating to be under Didi's thumb,

treating you like a tradesman, not the artist you actually are.

Didi paid me for my work, she respected my craft.

And we were close, as you well know.

Right. Of course,

the dinners, the trips away together.

Them in first, you two in coach.

Only going where they wanted to go, I bet.

Doing whatever they wanted to do.

Didi and I were friends.

A friend would lend you money to buy this place.

A friend wouldn't have bought a painting for you

that you loved and then kept it just to spite a rival.

No, if Didi was a true friend,

she'd still be alive,

and that painting would be hanging right here.

That's the thing about auctioneers,

we always think about them talking, talking, talking,

but... the really good ones, they actually listen closely.

Yes, I asked Didi for a loan for the down payment.

And she said no, but that was her prerogative.

And how much you'd ask for?

200,000.

The same amount that she paid

for a painting that she didn't even like.

The very same day.

Now, I don't know about you, but that would hurt me.

Of course, it hurt. I'm human.

But you don't understand, that was just Didi.

Just Didi absorbing your taste like a leech.

Treating you like staff, like an errand boy...

Alright, enough!

Unless you have something concrete,

then maybe you should leave. Right now.

You were at your sister's house in Kitchener

on the night of the murder, correct?

Yeah, you know that.

Right, we had a nice conversation with her.

You arrived at five PM for dinner,

but then you insisted on going back to a hotel

even thought she had made up the guest room.

Yeah, my sister has three little kids.

You know, it's not strange to want to have

- a good night's sleep. - Well, it's not strange,

except you didn't get it.

According to the motel security footage,

you left the parking lot at 6:30.

So? I went for a drive, yeah.

You certainly did.

You drove right to Didi's yoga class.

And then, did you apologize

for the fight you had at the auction?

Maybe you feigned a stomach bug.

You know, something that would allow you

to get into the back of her car and lie down

so you wouldn't be seen by the security cameras.

You don't know that.

No, we don't. It's just...

an educated guess.

Bear with us, there's more.

Woven polypropylene.

Declan...

Our techs use these so they don't contaminate crime scenes.

Made of the same fibers

that we found under your victims nails.

Declan, what he is talking about?

You know why? Because they fought back.

You were invited into Didi's home as a guest.

You went into the bathroom to change into your costume

and when you emerged, she was staring at her death.

You struck her in the head,

and you strangled her until she died.

And then you waited there for Stanley in that suit

like a ghoul.

And when he got there, you attacked.

You knew about his blood thinners,

you knew what window wasn't covered by the security cameras.

This... this is insane.

You know, in all of my years of doing this

and seeing the foul things

that humans do to each other,

this case has baffled me.

So when talking to your sister,

we dug a little deeper.

She told us that when you declared bankruptcy,

the second time,

you spiralled into a terrifying depression.

You were running on fumes,

sleeping in your car,

and that's when you met Bruce.

At the end of your rope,

he was the one who brought you back from the brink

and you knew it was love.

And as that love grew,

you promised yourself that you would cherish

and protect this angel, who had saved you.

But every idea,

every endeavour,

even with your gift of the gab,

it just never panned out.

Until Nancy Fogel came along with her generous proposition.

All you had to do was change somebody's mind.

Nancy paid Bruce 100,000 dollars

to change his vote to a yes.

Now, I'm assuming you don't know

that Nancy also offered 100,000 dollars to Declan

on the condition that he would change Didi's mind.

But Didi wouldn't budge.

Something dark in you snapped

and you knew there was only one thing you could do

to secure that vote.

It was your turn to be the saviour.

Didi and Stanley Thorpe would have to die.

But killing them wasn't enough.

No, not for the disrespect

they'd shown you and how they treated Bruce.

Like a fool instead of the artist that he really was.

So, you posed her.

Yeah, was it like this? You remember?

Your vile requiem?

This is crazy.

I tried.

I couldn't...

I couldn't watch them treat you like...

Declan.

This isn't true? Right?

Tell me you didn't do this.

He did it for you, Bruce. For this.

That's how you got the rest of the money?

By killing our friends?

Declan!

Tell me!

Answer me!

If I say yes, will he get to keep the house?

Tell me, tell me, if I confess!

- Hey! - Will he get to keep

this house?!

Tell me! Will he get to keep this house?

You think Nancy Fogel's really gonna move

the Center for Science?

Well, I did send her file to the Fraud Squad,

so that'll jam her up a little.

Maybe give you enough time for one last stroll through

the butterfly garden.

You could join me.

Bring your daughter. It's a great place for kids.

Yeah. We'll be there.

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