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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.

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,

and you're left alone
with Eve...

I would never hurt her.
Ever.

I was trying to convince her
to come back down to the party,

and she wouldn't. So I left.

Where did you go?

So Jasper has no alibi.

Well, we're checking cameras
in the area
to verify his stress stroll.

We do have alibis on the
students and on the lecture
guests,

including Lee Sloane who
drove out of a paid lot
at 5:15,

before Suyin heard the argument
at 5:30.

So, it's between the boyfriend
and the husband.

What do we have
on Sleeping Beauty?

Well, Rick is an alcoholic.
Lots of insecurities.

No domestic charges.

But he was being helped
upstairs by his wife's
younger boyfriend.

Well, that could turn into a
crime of passion real fast.

And what about Jasper?
- No record.

Not even a parking ticket.
- Then my money is on Rick.

We're betting now? Last chance
to place wagers

before I blow your minds
with these epic traffic stills.

No takers?

No, they still owe me
from last week.

Well, there we have
the fair Jasper walking past
a security camera at 5:20 p.m.,

so lover boy is cleared.
And look at this,

Rick's car leaving the area
at 1 a.m., way past 7.

What did I tell you?

My money's on the husband.

Then let's find him.

Now, if you came to Sloane
gallery, I think I could do a...

Oh, excuse me for a minute.

Rick!

I've been calling you.
Are you okay?

Hey.

Are you okay?

Everything is just...
such a blur, you know.

I just don't feel right.

It's not...

It's not just the hangover,
it's just...

I can't remember anything.

Anything at all?

Hmm... When was the last time
you saw me?

Uh, you... went upstairs,
with Eve.

You honestly
don't remember anything?

No. I saw her in the office,
and...

she was on the floor.

But it was dark and... I mean...

I saw her in the office
this morning with the police.

I don't know.

I just can't keep my head
clear, you know.

What don't you...

go upstairs to my office,

and I'll be right there. Okay?

Hello? Yes, I...

I need the police.

No, right away.

So, first you said you were
sleeping,

and now you think
you were drugged? Which is it?

On behalf of Mr. Kinwood,

I would like to thank you
for facilitating his drug test.

But you should also know that
he's here against my advice.

I told you.
I don't remember anything.

Let me jug your memory.
You said you left school
at 7 p.m.,

yet... there is your car,

leaving the area at 1 a.m.

My client has already said he
has no memory of these events.

Well, that's a good thing
you left a trail, then.

We got his DNA off a cup
in his office,

it matches the DNA we found
on Eve's couch.

Rick's epithelial cells
and...

Eve's blood.

I've been in that office,
what, a thousand times?

- Did you ever
kill anyone in it?
- Detective!

Your client was ten feet away
at the time of the murder.

He told Lee Sloane
he saw the body last night.

I think I would like to go, now.

We get it, Rick.

You know, you had too much
to drink last night...

Thank you. You can't recall.

It happens to the best of us.

Okay, I'm not perfect.
But neither was Eve.

But Eve didn't let
anyone see that.

No one...

got to know the real Eve.

You know, she would just
drop people,

for no reason.
She did that to me.

She did it to her friends,
she did it to her assistant
Melinda.

You know, sometimes I wish
that her work could talk.

Because I think that's the only
place she put her real self.

And then yesterday,
when we were walking, she said,

"A career in art is not all
it's cracked up to be," so...

I don't know.

Don't ask me questions
about who she is
or what she wanted because...

I don't know who she was.

Can I have the report, please?

Seems my client had an enormous
amount

of the sedative Zolpidem
in his system.

No wonder he can't remember.

So, thank you for the hard seat

and the stagnant air,
but we're leaving now. Come on.

How do you know
he didn't dose himself?

Prove it.

What do we have on Rick?

Lab report doesn't lie.
Rick had a lot of Zolpidem
in his system,

and Jasper, who also has
no reason to lie,

said he saw Rick out cold
at 5 p.m.

And Zolpidem lasts what,
eight hours?

That's 1 a.m.
And what's Rick doing at 1 a.m.?

He's driving around in his car.
Hopefully awake.

Maybe he's running scared
because he just killed Eve.

Or somebody set him up.

Now, forensics just came back
on the knife.

It's not just a knife. It's a
tool used for intaglio printing.

Didn't Rick say he teaches that?

Yes, but something other than
blood was found on the handle.

- Yeah...
- So, it could be
an art project?

Maybe, but it's also
the moisture-wicking agent
used in powdered latex gloves,

which we don't use
at crime scenes,
and neither do the techs.

And you think our killer
wore powdered latex gloves?

Still could've been Rick.
- It could've been anyone.

Everything we have on Rick is
circumstantial.

It's true.

But I'm not saying Rick
didn't do it. Let's keep
him on the boil,

but he is an easy target.
- Exactly.

Exactly.
Everyone knows his flaws.

If somebody wanted to frame him,
then nobody would bat an eye.

But we haven't looked
at everything yet.

Including the most important
thing. Eve.

We know the beloved professor.

Everyone did.

But Eve the painter
seems to be a mystery.

That Eve was closed off,
worked alone.

I think if we find the real Eve,

then we may well find
the real killer.

Who is the real Eve?

This is Eve. In living colour.

Interesting brush stokes.
Very gestural.

Impulsive, yet somehow...
also restrained.

Apt description.

What you're seeing here is
a woman in transition.

Breaking out.

Of course, she made these
around the time
she separated from Rick.

And these won her the Paletto
award three months ago?

No. Those came later.

But number 15 is
one of the award winners.

Whoa. Her style is evolving.

It's gaining momentum. Energy.

That burgundy is almost...
primal.

Hmm, you got a great eye,
Detective.

Yeah, these pieces are
from a time

I like to call
the Eve-olution.

Her rebirth.
Her expansion.

She found a new gear.

I just can't believe
that she's gone.

You worked together
a long time.

- Fifteen years, yeah.
- Wow.

I met her when I closed
my first gallery.

I'd moved to a smaller space,

and she had just finished
her master's.

A talent, but she wasn't here
yet. So, we grew together.

No kidding.
This place is beautiful.

Oh, thank you.

Yeah, I really needed
to expand.

I've got a lot
of new clients recently, so...

Everyone wants you to get them
to Paletto-level success.

Oh, well, that's not up
to me, it's up to them.

Which is why you only
represent people like Eve.

We heard that Rick thought
you may have a bias.

To people who are talented
and hardworking? Yes, of course.

Don't get me started on Rick.

I used to represent him,
and his...

work was in decline.

And to be honest, I don't know
if he was really that good
in the first place.

But I can't help but think that
if I had just taken him back,
that maybe Eve would still...

Anyways. I...

have to put that out of my mind

and get back to working
on Eve's exhibition.

The opening is Friday,
if you'd like to come.

Oh, excuse me,
I have to take this.

"Behind the pedestrian
world of appearances,

there is a realm
of formal perfection."

Sounds like the opening credits
of Days of Our Lives.

I think it's Plato-adjacent.

There's engine grease
on this painting.

Are you the gallery assistant?

Uh, yes. Callie.

Detective Graff, Bateman.

Do you write those statements
for the shows?

Me? Sometimes, but not Eve's.

She was very specific
about what she wanted it to say.

She even got these printed
herself.

I'd like to see her studio.

Oh, we don't know where it is.

She was very secretive.

I don't know
where Eve's studio is.

I don't think anyone does.

Not even Lee?

Definitely not Lee.

You don't think
that's strange?

No. Eve wanted to be alone.

Away from the chatter,
from the school...
- From Rick?

From everyone.

Before she and Rick broke up,

Eve was having
a really hard time, you know.

She said she couldn't make
anything good. She needed...

A room of her own.

Yeah.

Wherever that was, it worked.

She made all those intense
paintings in a year,

won the Paletto...
- She was inspired.

Jasper, why do you think Eve
became a painter to begin with?

She always was.

She told me once that as a kid
she would break into this old
body shop

and make crazy paintings
on car parts.

Like in a garage?

Yeah. I guess so.

I know exactly
where that studio is.

I thought the key in
her office was weird.

Jimmie's garage.

A room of her own.

A gateway to the Eve-olution.

You know, Sushi's no good
for an opening.

The idea that it's out
for so long...

So, passed hors d'oeuvres?
Crudité?

Chopped up vegetables?
Don't be cheap.

I need to speak with Lee.

In private.

I... Find out what MOCA did
for their last event.

Melinda, hey.

I know I said that you should
come by any time,

but I'd appreciate
if you call first.
- Really?

This is Eve's work.

Where did you find these?
- You want them?

Of course I do. Anyone would.

And... Eve wouldn't want her
work rotting away in...

what is this place?

Just give me the address
and I'll send a truck.

I'll take care of it.

The one isn't quite finished,

but a dead artist's work
is worth something, right?

How much do you want for them?

Yeah.

Oh, seems like the place,
doesn't it?

What gave it away?

Maybe the grease we found
on the painting at the gallery.

This doesn't add up.

Let me guess, the...

brush stokes are
a little too far apart

to have been painted by a woman
who works with her ex-husband
but has a devoted young lover...

You jest,
but you're not wrong.

Eve didn't paint these...

because this one's still wet.

So unless she's back
from the dead,

Eve's a fraud.

We found these paintings
and documentation

of a group show that Eve was
in three years ago.

Jasper said
she was in a slump, but...

These paintings are nothing
like the works we found
in that garage Eve was renting.

How does this get us
any closer to a suspect?

Well, the real artist killed
Eve because they were tired
of doing all the work

while she got all the credit.
- That's a powerful motive.

I guess we'd better
find out who was actually
holding that brush.

I've been going
through the phone.

Haven't been able to find any
conversations with anyone
about the garage or her work.

But I did find
one very suspicious thing
in her camera roll.

Turns out she made a video
the night before she died.

Never would've made you
for a junkie.

You don't know me.

Why would Eve made a video
of herself buying heroin?

I mean, Da Silva said that
her blood screen was clean

and there was no history
of drug use.

Was the buying it
for someone else?

Was it a payment
for making her work?

Maybe, but it couldn't be just
anybody. I mean...

if the real painter is
the killer,

they'd have to be able
to get in and out of that school
without being noticed.

So is the killer a student?

Hungry for success,
willing to do anything
for a mentor like Eve,

including
making her art for her?

And who do we know, according
to Rick, who was mentored by Eve

and then dropped for no reason?
- Melinda.

She makes a bunch of paintings,
gets turfed,

Eve's career takes off, Melinda
decides to take her out...

And sets up Rick.

She was manning
that refreshment stand...

Maybe she gave him
more than wine.

I didn't drug Rick.

I didn't lie about liking Eve.
I... used to like her a lot.

Before she got rid of me
for no reason.

Well, that's not what
the registrar said.

There was a reason.
You were redundant.

That's gotta hurt.

When was the last time
you were at Eve's studio?

The day she fired me.
Maybe a year ago?

Yet the paint on the sole of
your shoes is the same color

as accents in Eve's latest work.

We saw it at the garage.
- And so did you.

But I don't think Melinda
here painted those works.

Hers are nothing like Eve's.
Energy's all wrong.

Yeah, thanks for the critique,
but--

So why did you go
to the garage this week?

I... I wanted
some of my stuff back.

What? She's gone.

It's mine.

And... I used to use that space
as a studio too,

before she... had her revival,

decided she didn't need me
anymore and fired me.

Wouldn't even let me back in
to get any of my brushes.

So you lost a job,
a mentor

and a place to work
all on the same day.

I don't know
how much brushes are,

but I feel that getting
those back

really doesn't compensate
for your hardship.

You went there to see
if Eve had any of her work
lying around, didn't you?

Because you know that
Lee Sloane doesn't know
where the studio is.

Okay. Fine, yes.

But I only showed her
a photo of them.

And when I went back
to get them, they were gone.

I haven't told her yet. And...
Look. I didn't take them.

Yeah, we know.

Around the time
that she fired you, was she
hanging around anyone new?

Unusual? Different?

- What, like a bunch of artists?
- Sure.

Yeah. She, um...

did a couple of forums, panels.

She taught art therapy classes.

Where?

This is where we held
the class that Eve taught.

She was big on unconventional
art spaces.

So we've heard.

She was one of the best
art consultants we had.

Worked seamlessly
with the therapist.

We're really grateful
we got her in here
before her career took off.

Do you recall who was
in the classes Eve taught?

- I can't divulge their names.
- But this is their work.

This is work
from all the sessions,

but these pieces are from
when Eve was here.

Eve hung her own work?

No. That's definitely
by one of our clients.

We can't afford a real Eve.
- Of course not.

Maybe this person, Nikki,
is the real Eve.

Excuse me?

It may well be that
Eve co-opted Nikki's work.

And if so, she may be involved
in Eve's murder.

Nikki? No.

What happened
during these sessions?

You know I can't talk
about that. And you're wrong.

Nikki loved Eve.
She was a positive influence
on her recovery.

Still I'd like to talk to her
myself.

Do you have her last name?

Sure. It's spelled:
get a warrant.

Nikki?

Nikki, are you here?

Nikki?

Nikki?

Hi.

I thought you didn't want
to be in contact anymore?

I was just really worried
about you.

You... owe my assistant.
Getting a production order
for psychiatric records

is nearly impossible.

But he caught Judge Parker
on a good day.

Thank you, counselor.

Behold Nikki Trettini.

Eve's favourite student.

She was treated for opioid
addiction over a year ago.

According to her case worker,
she's been clean ever since.

Eve helped Nikki
get off the street.

Got her clean, got her an
apartment, paid her expenses.

And in exchange,
Nikki made her art.

Says here Nikki was hopeful
she was gonna make
her own work soon.

Have an art career.

Now that could be a statement...
or a threat.

Except I just ran her into
the database, no drug charges,
no history of violence.

Well, maybe someone's
never stolen her whole life's
work before.

I'll get a warrant.

Eve was killed
on September 18th, right?

Says here Nikki met
with her case worker
on September 18th at 4 p.m.,

was in a group therapy session
from 5 to 7.

Nikki Trettini?

Nikki?

Nikki!

Clear!

Clear.

She's gone.

Must've relapsed.

What's this?

Maybe she didn't overdose.

Looks like
she hid this in a hurry.

Her case worker wasn't wrong.

Ms. Trettini has been clean
for about a year.

So it's possible this wasn't
an accidental overdose?

I doubt it. She had a bad mix
of drugs in her system.

Sadly, if someone takes
a sedative and opioid,

their airway can collapse
and they asphyxiate.

It's kinda like sleep apnea
on steroids.

Wait. Nikki was sedated?

Her plasma tox showed a high
concentration of Zolpidem.

You're thinking
what I'm thinking?

Couldn't be clearer.

Lee Sloane?

Yes. She has a vested interest
in keeping Nikki
from making her own art.

She knows Rick well enough
to frame him.

And she happened to be
at school the day
that Eve was killed.

Nikki hid this
before she OD'd.

Our thinking is
that Lee showed up,

Nikki panicked and hung this
on the wall to conceal it.

Nikki lets Lee in.

Lee handed her a latte
laced with Zolpidem,

pumped her full of heroin,
made it look like an OD.

I've never liked art dealers.

And I don't like
half-baked theories.

Can't take them to court.

We know the Zolpidem link is
tenuous.

More than tenuous.

You can't prove Lee Sloane
gave sleeping pills
to either of them.

People take that stuff of their
own volition all the time.

Neither Rick nor Nikki
had a prescription for it.

Bet Nikki didn't have a
prescription for heroin either.

Forget about the drugs.
We need proof of murder.

What about Lee's alibi?

So, Mark took another look
into the parking stub
Lee's assistant sent us.

The credit card used
was a company card,

but the pin wasn't Lee's,
it was Callie's.

Lee's assistant.

Callie drove that car off the
lot to give Lee an alibi.

Okay. That, I can use.

But why kill Eve, though?

I mean, Eve is your star,
Eve is your money maker.

Okay, I can see Lee finding out
that Eve was faking it

and then killing Nikki
to protect Eve's secret...

But that secret
hadn't come out yet.

Even if it had, why not just
throw them both under the bus?

Lee could say she was a victim
to their lies too.

No murder necessary.

But Lee was complicit.

Lee was definitely aware of
Nikki and Eve's arrangement.

I've been going through
Nikki's phone.

So first,
I found this weird video.

Nikki in Eve's office
with her Paletto award?

Then, after Eve's murder,
a whole text exchange

between Lee and Nikki
about the paintings.

So Lee wants to know
where the paintings are.

Nikki responds with, "I'm
broken. I can't work on them."

"You know those ones are
worth the most.

Please, do it for Eve."

"Fine; Pick them up
on Friday. Usual spot."

Knowing, of course,

that Lee doesn't know
where that usual spot is.

- Eve's studio.
- Power move.

So when Melinda offers
to deliver the pieces,

Lee decides that
she no longer needs Nikki.

And so she kills Nikki to
tie up the final loose thread.

Which makes Lee's last message
to Nikki so significant.

"Nikki, we owe it to the world
to share Eve's incredible work

because behind the pedestrian
world of appearances

is a realm
of formal perfection."

Now, where have we heard that
before? And don't say
Days of Our Lives.

The artist statement.

Now, Callie told us
that Eve wrote and printed this
statement herself, but...

Eve didn't write it. Lee did.

This isn't
what Eve intended to say.

So let's find
the real statement.

I'm sorry, this was the
earliest I could get these
loaners here.

Eve's collectors were very
reluctant to part with them.

Uh... what happened to the work
that was supposed to come
from her studio?

Well, Melinda said that
she'd help me find them,
but she flaked.

Stay on him while I greet.

Kit, hi.

Oh, it's so good to see you.

I wish it were
under better circumstances.

Me too. Me too.

But Eve's work lives on, right?

Speaking of, there is a piece
that I earmarked just for you.

Don't you think this would look
great in your place
in Prince Edward County?

It's hard to believe
Eve painted that.

She means it's so... perfect.

Like a Platonic form,
but in this world.

Is that what I mean?

That was quite eloquent.

Oh, I can't take credit
for it.

My interpretation is definitely
influenced by Eve's words.

If you'll excuse me a minute.

Of course. I...

Hey there, Callie.

Detective Bateman. Hi.

1998. It's your birth year, right?

It's also the pin
to your company card.

Lee wasn't with you in her car
when you drove it out of the
lot the day Eve died.

Yeah, Lee said she'd been
drinking. Couldn't drive.

What are you suggesting?

You're an accessory to murder.

Unless you tell me
exactly what happened.

Oh, and this is one
of my favorite pieces by Eve.

It's so emotional.

It's beautiful.
Very melancholy.

Is there something
that you would like to say,
Detective Graff?

Actually, there is,
if you don't mind.

It'll only take a minute.

Excuse me. One moment, please.

"I waited a long time
to tell my community

about something
I have hidden."
- What are you doing?

I'm reading
from Eve's real statement.

There is a lot in here
I doubt you want people to hear.

How about we go somewhere
a little more private?

- None of this is true.
- I think it is.

It clearly states that you knew
Eve wasn't producing
her own work

when you nominated her
for that Paletto award.

I did not know that.

And you also knew she had
a change of heart after she won.

The guilt of profiting
from another artist
was driving her crazy.

Eve didn't want to exploit Nikki
anymore,

but you pressured her
to continue this charade
so you could profit.

Eve makes way more money
than I do from her paintings.

And Nikki made nothing
from them.

Eve knew you'd never let her out
of this lie,

so she and Nikki hatched a plan.

They were going
to distribute this statement
on opening night,

come clean, give Nikki
the credit she was due,

and take you down
in the process.
- Okay.

And you got all that
from this little piece of paper?

Oh, I did, yeah.

And I know
you've read it too.

You see, I think Callie told you

that Eve was printing
her own statement herself.

You were curious, you know,

busy woman taking
on admin tasks, that's strange.

So you went down
to the print shop
a week before Eve died,

and you... you had a look
at the proof of the statement.

You read it and you realized
that if the truth came out,

you'd lose everything:
your reputation,
your revamped career.

All you'd be left with
is this big brand new gallery,

a ton of debt,

and no clients to fleece
to help you pay it back.

So, you killed Eve

to prevent all that
from coming to life.

You came up with a new statement
full of...

pseudo-philosophical drivel,

and then you killed Nikki
to keep your fraud a secret.

Everyone knows
Rick killed Eve.

Now, that's the story
you wanted people to see.

Because you're what,
a curator, a gallerist.

You...
...take all these pieces,

and you put them together.

I do that too in my job.

See, you knew everyone
knew about Rick's drinking,

about how he'd often pass out
in his office.

You knew how adept he was
at failing to produce work.

And you knew about
his explosive volatility.

So all you had to do was light
the fuse by crushing his dreams.

So you spike his red wine
with sleeping pills

and meanwhile your assistant
moves your car

so it looks like,
ladies and gentlemen,
Lee has left the building.

But really, you haven't.
And then, with everyone
downstairs enjoying themselves,

you kill Eve, and then
drag Rick into her office.

Voila. Perfect frame job.

Okay. I've had enough.

Wait. Not exactly perfect.

You see, these gloves,
they're not great for moving
artwork or committing murder.

They leave a residue
behind.

On frames, and on the handle
of the weapon
we found at the scene.

The knife you used to kill Eve.

Eve was my friend, okay?

My client of 15 years.
I didn't kill her. I loved her.

Whatever you're trying to do
or say here is disgusting,
and it is so upsetting.

No, what's upsetting is that
according to the autopsy,

you stabbed her here first.
Her brain stem.

It controls her movement,
her breathing, her ability
to speak.

You wanted it so that she wasn't
able to run or cry for help.

This was no crime of passion,

this was a calculated
premeditated murder.

Well, if I'm not being
charged with something,

I think I'm free to go.

Oh, yeah, yeah,
no, you can go.

And you'll probably just catch
the end of my partner's
presentation of Eve's statement,

exposing what a charlatan
you actually are.

I bet it's already trending.

Because it's not just words.
It's...

Eve and Nikki,
they made a little art film.

It's actually quite
an eloquent piece.

But you've never seen it,
you couldn't have.

Eve only added a QR code
to the statement
the night before she died.

It links to the film with
Eve posing as a heroin addict,

and Nikki playing the role
of a Paletto-award-winning
professor.

Yeah, that's quite
the commentary.

It was just their statement
on the irony of raw talent

being subsumed
by middle-class greed,

ambition,
and fear of irrelevance.

Sound familiar?

No.

You can't ruin my reputation.
You can't.

You don't have a reputation
without Nikki and Eve.

Neither one of them would have
careers if it wasn't for me.

Me!

I was saving her reputation.

And it doesn't matter that
Eve's dead. Art lives forever.

So if she goes around
telling everyone
that she didn't make it,

she destroys her legacy.
Forever. Do you understand?

Forever.

I like that word. "Forever."

I'm sure that soon enough,

you'll find out
what it really means.

Is there a saying
about success being wasted
on the talentless?

If there isn't,
I think you just coined it.

I'll take credit for it.

Speaking of,

I hope Nikki gets
the recognition she deserves.

Me too.

I just wish she was around
to appreciate it.

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