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[narrator]: In Toronto's war on crime,

the worst offenders are pursued by the detectives

of the Specialized Criminal Investigations Unit.

These are their stories. [echoing gavel]

[clapping] - Thank you for your support

during this campaign and I cannot wait

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

[crowd]: Yeah! [clapping]

- Because Parties change, terms end,

Environment Ministers, we come and go.

And I am not here to be remembered.

[whispering]: Peter, stop it.

You're making it look like you wrote it.

[Claire]: Worth remembering. [whispering]: I did.

[clapping] [journalist]: Miss Matthews,

you used to work as a litigator for the very industries

that are destroying our planet. [intriguing music]

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.

[clapping] 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.

[clapping] For my son.

[cheering and clapping]

[intriguing music continues] - 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.

[intriguing music]

[gasping]

- Peter. Have you seen my phone?

- Calendar updated.

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

You were in the shower. [sighing]: 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.

[door opening]

[indistinct chatter]

- 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.

[intriguing music continues]

- 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?

[police sirens chiming]

[tires screeching]

What did I tell you about summer, huh?

[sighs]

[suspenseful music] [staticky voices over radio]

[police sirens chiming]

[dramatic music]

[theme song]

- That was fast. What are you guys doing here?

[Bateman]: 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.

[suspenseful music]

- It's strange.

Jumpers usually take off their shoes and glasses

in an intuitive desire to preserve order.

[Bateman sighing]

- There's nothing orderly about this.

[echoing gavel]

[indistinct chatter]

- Well, looks like her win

cleaned out every florist in town.

Any sign of a suicide note or journal?

[camera shutter] - No, sir. Nothing yet.

[indistinct chatter] [camera shutter]

[intriguing music]

- 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.

[intriguing music continues]

[Bateman groaning]

- Well, if she was up here to reach,

she could've slipped. Might be an accident.

- Or [sighing] 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.

[intriguing music swelling]

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

- The husband's in the lobby.

[indistinct chatter] - Mr. Moore,

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

Okay.

[inhaling]: 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.

[echoing gavel]

[rain pattering]

[thunder rumbling] [indistinct chatter]

[grunting]

[Owen, shakily]: 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...

[sighing loudly]

She's just on a winning streak.

- What about you, Owen?

Did you, uh, notice anything? [suspenseful music]

[stammering]: 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.

[Graff]: 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. [office phones ringing]

[curious music]

[man over TV]: Peter, I'm so sorry for your loss.

On the behalf of the conservative caucus,

please accept our condolences. [Peter]: Thank you.

[indistinct chatter] [man]: I'm sorry,

we can't take any more questions.

The investigation is still underway.

Claire will be missed every day.

[city din]

- 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.

[staticky city din] [staticky chatter]

[bird chirping]

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

[bird chirping] [city din]

[Claire]: I can't do that.

I've made my final decision.

Let go of me! [screaming]

[key clacks] [suspenseful music]

- 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?

[incredulously]: 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.

[echoing gavel]

[suspenseful music] - I'm not allowed

to talk about our guests.

[whispering]: Violation of privacy.

- Well, Claire Matthews was murdered,

so we need to get a sense

of who she was, the company she kept.

Anything at all would help.

- There was no business happening in those meetings.

Unless you mean dirty business.

Do you have any idea how much damage red rose petals

will do to Egyptian cotton?

Looked like a murder scene.

No joke.

- Wow, that's a keeper.

Can you, uh, airdrop that to me?

- Sure. [phone dings]

- So, Claire Matthews was having sex with someone here.

[chuckling]

Did you ever get a look at them?

- Tall, older guy.

- Was it him?

Her husband, Peter. - No, but that's the guy

that got banned from the hotel a few weeks ago.

There's a photo of him posted in the security office.

Should talk to Ronald.

- Three weeks ago, 5:45 PM.

[inhaling]: Oh, and our cameras don't have audio

due to privacy laws, but you'll get the gist.

[suspenseful music continues]

Had to send security down to break it up.

[Graff]: Trouble in paradise.

- Husband finds out she's having an affair.

That could be enough to send them both over the edge.

I gotta say, you've got the worst luck with cameras

out of anyone I think I've ever met.

I've been doing this a while.

But we can't find a single frame of you on this running trail

on the day of your wife's murder and yet, here you are

assaulting her at a hotel. [exhaling]

[office phone ringing]

That must've been a painful day for you.

I mean, you give everything to Claire,

work around the clock to make her dreams come true,

and then you find out that she's sleeping with someone else.

- I was heartbroken.

I thought of packing up everything

and leaving that night, I thought of leaking...

it to the press. I thought about destroying her career.

- So what did you do?

- I decided to accept it.

[shakily]: My wife, she didn't love me anymore,

and apparently, there's nothing you can do about that.

[office phone ringing] We discussed it

and she decided that once we got to Ottawa, we would split.

Quietly and she would facilitate a lateral move for me.

- Well. That sounds remarkably cordial

under the circumstances, but unfortunately,

we still can't corroborate your whereabouts

at the time on the day-- - Okay, wait...

- ...of your wife's murder. - Hold on, please, look.

When I run, there's a guy that I see there

all the time. He's got a blue RBC jacket,

he's got these bright orange running shoes,

and I definitely passed him that day.

- All right, we'll see.

[intriguing music] - Mom was acting weird.

Not bad. Just different.

- Different how?

- Like her mood.

She seemed really happy, but distracted.

- You know what about?

- She never admit it, but I think she was cheating on Peter.

- Why'd you think that?

- Because these gifts would show up.

- What kind of gifts? - Flowers mostly.

Uh, book of poetry.

I remember one time Peter was out camping,

some restaurant delivered coconut cream pie.

All the note said was "XOXO".

- Hmm.

What was the, um, colour of the box?

I'm assuming [chuckling] the pie came in a box?

- Yeah. It was, uh, navy blue.

- Now, the only restaurant that I know

that serves coconut cream pie in a navy box is Bardi's.

[groaning]: I hate that place.

- What's wrong with Bardi's?

It's fancy, you like food,

and they've got the biggest shrimp in town.

- I had to spend every birthday there.

No pizzas, no bouncy castles.

I didn't know what a birthday cake was until I could shave.

[echoing gavel]

- Morning. - I'm sorry,

we're not open just yet.

- We're with the Toronto police. I'm Detective Bateman,

this is Detective Graff. - Henry!

Is that you? It's been years.

- Andre, yes. It's, uh, [sighing] been a while.

- Henry used to come in here all the time as a kid.

We'd have to make him special plates,

so that his food would not touch the other food.

- Well, we have a few questions regarding

an ongoing investigation.

- Has he always been this charming?

- From day one.

- Do you recognize this woman?

Name of Claire Matthews?

- Yes. She was in here a few times.

- Do you happen to remember if she was with anyone?

[indistinct chatter]

- She was here with your father.

[suspenseful music] - My father?

[sighing]: Well, that certainly complicates things.

[suspenseful music] - Well, I can tell you right now

that Andre's already on the phone with him,

so let's pay the old man a visit.

- Uh... I don't think that's a good idea.

- Ah, come on, he lives 10 minutes away.

A couple questions won't hurt and if things turn weird,

even a little weird, we're out.

- Graff. - Come on, Bateman.

I'm the picture of professionalism.

[echoing gavel]

[loud knocking at door]

[rain pattering]]

- This is where you grew up?

- No, not really. I was only here when I wasn't at school.

Moved out first chance I got.

[tense music]

- Henry?

It's good to see you. What's it been? 10 years?

Come in. Come in.

Charles Graff. Lovely to meet you.

- Frankie Bateman. Uh, Detective Bateman.

- Couldn't you tell us about your relationship with, um,

Claire Matthews?

[tense music continues]

- The fact that you're here tells me

you already know that...

Claire and I were seeing each other.

Romantically. Little over six months now.

- So you're aware of her death.

- Yes, I heard it on the news. Just like everybody else.

I was under the impression that she took her own life.

Is that true? - Would that surprise you?

- Yes.

Claire seemed happy, fulfilled.

We were madly in love. [inhaling]

Suicide seems completely out of character.

- So what'd you get out of your relationship with Claire? Hmm?

Was it sex? Excitement? Access to power?

You rarely get close to someone without an angle.

- I didn't have an angle.

I told you. I adored Claire.

- Hence the gifts, huh?

See, if my father wants someone or something from someone,

he carpet bombs them with gifts.

Desserts, books, flowers--

- Tie pins.

[suspenseful music]

- Those were my grandfather's.

- Which I gave to you.

First day of Lakefield College, wasn't it?

Gift-giving isn't a psychological warfare tactic.

It's my way of showing affection, Henry.

You of all people should know that by now.

[chuckling]: God knows I've tried to reach you.

- I do know.

But I also know if you love someone and they cross you,

things usually don't go well for them.

- Claire didn't cross me. - That's not a denial.

- Okay, that's enough.

[suspenseful music]

Henry, I'm serious. We're leaving.

[suspenseful music continues]

Mr. Graff.

- My insight into my father

could prove a vital asset to this investigation.

- No! You're compromised.

[stammering]: I'm compromised? My father is a morally bankrupt

high-functioning sociopath who always has an angle

and I guarantee you, if he killed his latest lover,

it's because she withheld something from him.

- Okay, so.

What was his angle with Claire Matthews?

- Well, I-I don't know yet, but, uh,

leave me on the case and I'll find out.

- Graff, the answer is no.

[tense music]

And that is final.

Bateman can run this without you.

[indistinct chatter] [somber music]

- So what do I do in the meantime?

- I don't know, maybe trust your partner?

Work another case or better yet,

why don't you take some vacation days?

Go roam around the AGO or however it is

that you choose to spend your spare time.

[sighing]

- I'm a McMichael Gallery man, myself.

You know, it's basic to, uh, love the Group of Seven,

but, uh, fantastic.

Inspector.

Bateman.

- Ah, he took it better than I expected.

- I think even Graff knows that

if he's found to be investigating

his own father as a murder suspect,

our entire case against the man gets washed away at trial.

[elevator dinging] - Hold the doors, please.

[Holness]: So, who the hell is Charles Graff?

[door shutting]

[city din]

[fingers tapping]

[suspenseful music]

- Excuse me.

[indistinct chatter] Excuse me.

- Yes?

What can I do for you?

- I'm Owen Matthews.

Did you know my mom? Claire?

- I did.

- I found this.

I know you were having an affair.

So, like, were you gonna move to Ottawa?

Did you-did you talk about that?

I don't know, did you talk about taking me with you?

[suspenseful music]

- I'm sorry, we never talked about you at all.

[car honking]

[sighing]

- Keep it nearby for me, would you?

- Of course, Mr. Graff.

[distant car honking]

[stammering]: Excuse me, sir.

Uh, my father, he just said he left his meds in the car.

He wants me to take them up.

He's gotta take them three times a day, you know?

[sighing]: Keeps forgetting.

- Sorry, and you are?

- Oh, uh, Henry, his son. Henry Graff.

Here.

Yeah?

- Yeah, I don't know. - You know what?

You're just doing your job. It's okay.

Let's just, uh, cross our fingers

and hope he doesn't have another heart attack.

- Sir.

- Thank you. Thank you.

[grunting]

[suspenseful music]

Monday the 26th.

Up on St. George Street.

You were at Claire's.

I knew it.

[office din] - So, I've been looking into

Charles Graff.

He's been married twice, has two sons, Henry and Miles,

his second marriage ended in a vicious divorce

and his first marriage

was to Graff's mother who died in 1987.

- Maggie Graff, formerly Maggie Graham,

hanged herself in her Paris apartment when Graff was 12?

Death was ruled a suicide by Paris police.

- Yeah. [sighing] [intriguing music]

But, uh, I think Graff believes his father killed her.

I asked for a copy of the case file from Paris PD.

They said they'd send them over as soon as possible.

- Okay.

- Inspector, Claire Matthews' death looked like a suicide,

so did Maggie's. I'm not saying it's a pattern,

but I think that's what he's reacting to.

[sighing]: Yeah. Agreed.

So if Charles Graff always have an angle,

what was his angle with Claire Matthews?

- Well, he runs Titan Incorporated.

Land development, pulp and paper,

mining. - Mining?

What's the CEO of a major corporation with mining interest

doing with a newly appointed Minister of Environment?

That's a lot of angles.

- That's what I'm saying.

- We're taking it on the road? [sighing]: Yeah.

Why? You wanna join me? - Hell yeah.

I used to be a cop. [chuckling]

Give me 10 minutes, I'll meet you in the parking lot.

[intriguing music continues]

- Morning. - Hey.

I didn't expect to see you today.

- Uh, I thought I'd catch up on some paperwork.

How's the case going?

- It's coming.

- Mm-hmm?

- Look.

We found that other jogger on CCTV

near the west exit off the Beltline.

We tracked him down and he confirmed the husband's alibi.

So...

[passive grunting]

Henry, I'm so sorry... about all this.

- Frankie, it's-it's fine.

As long as you're making progress,

which, you are.

[softly]: Yeah.

[office din]

[intriguing music]

[sighing]

[office phone ringing]

[echoing gavel]

- Okay, so six months ago,

one of Charles' companies bought a ton of land

near McFaulds lake in James Bay.

Yeah, that entire area is a rare earth element motherload.

It's why they call it the Ring of Fire.

- Yeah, but no one can mine it right now.

It's been put under protection by the federal government,

pending review.

- What if he was trying to change Claire's mind?

[suspenseful music] Woo her with coconut cream pies,

so she would remove the protections?

As Minister of the Environment,

she would have the kind of influence to make that happen.

- But instead, she doubled down on her environmental commitment.

She's loud and she's proud about it.

- Maybe Charles got angry

when all that land he bought was worthless.

- Whoo. Angry enough to kill her?

- Owen. Your step-father in?

- Yeah, come in.

Peter, the police are here.

- Where's your trash?

- Oh, uh, it's just the pull-out bin next to the microwave.

[plastic crinkling]

- Do you know who, uh,

who sent your mom these roses?

- I mean, she got a bunch of flowers after the election.

- Yeah, I noticed,

but the others, they were all put in water.

Did your mom do that?

- No, I did that.

Every night. - You did?

[intriguing music] - Mom and I would talk.

She'd pour herself a glass of wine and...

I'd put the flowers in water.

- Right, so these couldn't be here

the night before your mother died or they'd be in water.

Is that what you're saying?

- Uh, yeah, they must've come the next morning.

Maybe her new boyfriend.

[sighing]

- Think you could give us a second, bud?

- Yeah.

- Ah, Mr. Moore, I, uh,

came by to ask if, uh,

you recognize this man?

[tense music]

- Is that him? - It is.

- Oh, huh, I've met him.

He shook my hand.

I thought he was just another corporate mogul

willing to donate to Claire's campaign

if she did what he wanted.

I think he's a developer or something?

- Why do you say that?

- Because when I met him in Claire's office, he had a...

he had a map of James Bay on her desk.

[inhaling]: Let me guess, McFaulds Lake?

- What?

- Thank you for your time.

[echoing gavel]

[phone ringing]

- Yes?

[city din]

[sighing]: It's fine. Let him in.

[receiver clanking]

- Fall from a great height.

Very hard to tell forensically if it's suicide or murder.

You're improving your MO.

- They let you stay on Claire's case?

- Must've been very upsetting

to watch your girlfriend double down on her commitment

to the environment in that press conference last week.

It's always made you angry

when women don't give you what you want.

- What are you talking about?

- I'm talking about the land you've had your eye on

for 20 years.

James Bay, the Canadian shield.

Very pesky with indigenous folks,

but rich in hard rock, lithium,

and base metals. You used the call it the next Pilbara.

You watched your buddies in Australia get rich off lithium

and you were desperate to do the same.

So what'd you do?

You buy the land and then make the

romantic play for Claire, hoping she'd reconsider?

Rezone McFaulds Lake for mining?

And what happened when she said no?

[suspenseful music] - Henry?

What are you doing here?

- Well, my father here was sleeping with the next

Minister of the Environment.

He dumped a fortune into her campaign,

she agreed to open James Bay up for mining,

but then reneged on her promise at a press conference.

[scoffing]: For Christ's sake, Henry.

She didn't renege on anything.

Claire was a very smart woman.

She knew she would win her seat

by running on an environmental platform,

but she also knew that in this economic climate,

it would be absolutely unrealistic and frankly,

irresponsible

for Canada to ignore the urgent need for rare earth mines.

- So, Claire was planning on reversing her stance?

- Exactly.

After a few respectable months in office,

she was going to gently concede

to lifting environmental protections

on mining in McFaulds Lake.

It was all worked out.

- Well, that's corruption.

- It's absolutely not.

It was a smart businessman

convincing an equally smart politician

to do what's right for this country.

I bought the land,

I lobbied the person who would decide its fate,

and all of this was decided

long before we became romantically involved.

I didn't kill Claire.

[sternly]: I loved her.

Desperately. And without her,

my investment is worthless.

Who knows what her replacement will do?

It's all here.

Emails, texts, help yourself.

- That was a nice romantic and patriotic spiel,

but it's fiction. I saw your GPS,

you were at Claire's condo the morning she was pushed.

- We planned to meet nearby at Museum Caf�.

- No, no, no. You're doing it again.

I was 12 years old when you killed my mother

and made it look like a suicide!

[Bateman]: Henry. - You are a monster,

a narcissist, and the reason, the very reason I do what I do.

- We are leaving now.

- Get off of me.

- Leave now or I will have you removed.

[tense music continues]

[footsteps receding]

[muttering]: That son of a bitch.

Know what? I'm going back in. - No, you're not.

You can either sit in the front seat of the car with

me or you can ride in the back. Your choice.

- Oh, that's how it is now, is it?

- Listen to yourself, for God's sake.

You are jeopardizing a murder investigation.

Could you please just trust my instincts?

- What instincts?

[dramatic music]

[indistinct chatter]

[office phone ringing]

[somber music]

[knocking at door]

[knocking at door]

[sighing]

[glass thudding]

[door opening and shutting]

[approaching footsteps]

- You should lock your door.

- Why?

What am I afraid of?

[inhaling] [frame thudding]

Espresso?

- Do you realize this is the first time

I've ever been inside your home?

And thanks, I'll take a whisky.

We've been partners for... what three years now

and I had to ask a neighbour which door was yours?

[alcohol pouring]

[glass thudding]

[sighing]

We found your father on CCTV.

Museum Caf�, 10:14 AM, the exact

moment Claire Matthews was being pushed off her balcony.

[somber music continues]

- Well, it makes sense.

He's checking his watch.

- He was waiting for her to join him and she was late.

- No, he hired someone to kill her

and he was waiting to find out the job was done.

- You think your father hired a hitman

and then parked his car at the scene of the crime?

- It's a perfect alibi, I mean, come on, Bateman.

Both victims fit the pattern.

My mother invited him into society, bankrolled him.

Claire gave him access to the deepest corridors of power.

- Graff, your mother wasn't murdered.

[glass thudding] - You don't understand

the man we're dealing with.

He has a sophisticated, analytical mind.

- Okay, sure, maybe I'm not brilliant

like you

or your father, maybe

[chuckling]: I don't have

theories about how the pyramids were created

or whether the Voynich Manuscript

was a lost language or a hoax.

But I do know a grieving little boy when I see one.

And I learned how to work a crime scene

long before I met you.

[somber music continues]

Do you know what this is?

It's from the Paris police.

Do I have your permission to show it to you?

Have you seen it before?

- A long time ago.

[papers rustling]

- Henry.

If your mother was murdered,

why was the acromion bone in her shoulder checked?

[shakily]: Because my father slammed her into a wall,

there was a hole.

- Why did the leather strap burn her neck at the jawline

up to the mastoid process?

- Because he-he choked her while-while she sat at his feet.

It was-it was an act of power.

- The evidence is clear.

She hanged herself

from the beam in your kitchen.

She started to panic when she was losing air,

like every victim does. - No, no, no.

- She kicked the wall

and then she chipped her shoulder bone when

her body hit the tile floor. - He did this.

He did this to her. - And then she rolled over

on impact. - He took her from me.

- Henry.

Your mother. She wasn't taken from you.

[heavy breathing]

She left you.

You need to see this through your eyes.

Not the eyes of a wounded boy,

but the eyes of a brilliant detective.

[shakily]: How?

How could a mother choose to...

to leave her child?

- I don't know.

- I was her everything.

We were a team.

She was happy that day.

Hmm?

[stammering]: There were roses on the table.

She was singing as I...

as I left to school.

She knew.

[whimpering]

She already knew.

[crying]: Oh, God.

[sniffling]

[breathing shakily]

The roses.

The roses that-that I saw in Claire's condo.

They made me think of the rose petals at the hotel

and I figured my father had given them

to Claire on the day she died.

- The roses? What roses?

[intriguing music]

[plastic crinkling]

You know your dad better than I do,

but these are cheap flowers.

He'd buy her Bulgarian roses from a Yorkville florist,

not some crappy bouquet from a convenience store on Lonsdale.

And Lonsdale is up near Clifford,

but maybe Owen got them for her.

[stammering]: Those flowers arrived the day

that Claire died. Owen was still up at school.

- It wasn't Charles Graff.

- Are you positive?

- Charles has an alibi and no motive.

In fact, Claire's death cost him a lot of money.

- So what are we thinking?

- Claire had a new job. A new purpose, a new lover.

She was moving to Ottawa, sending her son

to a boarding school, leaving him, abandoning him.

At least, through his eyes.

- The kid?

[sighing]

He's 14 years old and he has an alibi.

He was on a school tour.

- The tour started at eight in the morning.

He was paired up with an older kid named Mason,

who said he never left Owen's side,

but when I pressed, Mason told me

that he did leave Owen alone on a bench while he went

to make out with his girlfriend behind the chapel.

Now, he said it was only for a minute,

but when I talked to the girlfriend,

she told me that it was actually

more like the entire duration of the service.

That is two hours from 9 AM to 11.

So it's possible that he left,

bought $10 roses

from a convenience store near the school,

took a bus home

to try to convince his mother to reconsider her decision

to leave him at Clifford.

- And then she said no, he pushed her off the balcony?

Went back to Clifford and no one even noticed he'd left?

Circumstantial. - Which is why

we need to get him to admit it.

- Oh, no.

No!

[intriguing music] No, Frankie.

When Graff interfered with this investigation,

he jeopardized not only this case,

but the reputation of the entire Toronto police--

- Boss. If we're gonna get this kid to break,

I need my partner back on this case.

Please.

Please, you need to trust me on this.

[sighing]

- Are we sure we're doing the right thing?

[sighing]: I feel like we pulled a pin on a hand grenade.

[Holness sighing]

- Sorry to keep you waiting.

Detective Sergeant Henry Graff.

- Your father was sleeping with my mother, right?

Same last name.

- Yes, it is and, um,

yes, he was.

[sighing]

[papers thudding] Owen, I also lost my mother

when I was around your age.

We were, uh, an inseparable pair.

Thick as thieves. Best friends.

And when she died...

[inhaling deeply] [chair clanking]

Well, I believed that

my father had killed her.

He killed her, and then moved me from Paris to Toronto,

and stuck me at a boarding school.

When I found out that he was involved with your mother,

I was convinced he'd done it again.

[suspenseful music] The signs were everywhere.

Especially the roses. See, he left

roses at your mother's apartment

the day she fell to her death.

Just like he left roses...

at my mother's feet.

Now, the death was ruled a suicide

by French police, but...

I couldn't accept it because...

Because that's-that's...

That's not what a mother's supposed to do.

The contract that a mother enters into

the moment she looks into her newborn's face,

that she would be there, always.

And that she does not get to take her own life

because she's so needed, so crucial, so vital

to another human being.

It took my...

It took a close friend

to make me finally realize that I was wrong.

That she hadn't been murdered.

That she chose death over me.

[suspenseful music continues]

[chair thudding softly]

Owen, what I'm about to tell you is gonna be very hard

for you to hear

because we share something you and me.

We weren't enough.

[shakily breathing] We weren't enough

to make our mothers stay.

- No, you're wrong.

- No, deep down, secretly, your mother was desperately sad.

And nothing you could give to her life was enough.

- She wasn't sad! She loved me.

- She jumped from the balcony, she left you.

- That's not what happened!

- No?

What happened?

- I wanna go.

I wanna go now.

- Yeah, Mr. Moore. Owen is free to leave at any point.

[suspenseful music]

- No, we're not going anywhere.

[shakily breathing]

- It's amazing how, uh, fast love disappears

and how quickly things change.

I mean, everything was going along fine till this election.

But the thing is, she knew she was gonna win

and she'd fallen in love with someone new

and already made plans to move to Ottawa without you.

Put you in boarding school full of strangers.

All that time together, just you and her.

And she was just gonna walk away.

So what'd you do?

Did you get on that bus

and buy her a bunch of crappy roses

to try to convince her to changer her mind?

Convince her to stay?

[suspenseful music]

[shakily]: She was out by the balcony watering her plants.

I went out there. Went out there to talk to her.

And she said that she wasn't gonna talk about it,

that it was settled.

I told her I just wanted things to go back to the way they were.

She laughed at me.

- So you pushed her.

[heavy breathing]

[crying]

- And what happened?

- It-it was an accident.

I didn't mean to!

[shakily]: It was... I was just so mad!

It all happened so fast.

She said she liked roses.

I didn't know they were crappy ones.

[sobbing]

[somber music]

[Bateman]: Owen, I'm sorry.

You're gonna come with me, okay?

[door opening]

[footsteps receding]

[door shutting]

[office din]

[soft music]

- What's this?

- Root beer float.

- How come? - Because it's summer and,

uh, to remind us of childhood.

The good parts of it, at least.

[soft music continues]

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