Ghostwriter (2019–…): Season 2, Episode 12 - The Ghost Writer, Part 2 - full transcript
So after the ruby falls off the mask,
the police find the ruby in Owen's office.
I think that's it.
Okay. Let's talk about Owen again.
Sergeant Belson thinks Owen is guilty
because he disappeared
when the mask was stolen.
Ben and his friends went to go visit Owen
to warn him that the cops
were gonna raid his office,
but Owen wasn't worried.
Until the mask showed up
in his secret compartment, then he ran.
I still can't believe the mask was there.
Talk about a plot twist.
Yeah, but Doris did drop the ruby.
It totally messed up the story.
Owen's gonna look guilty.
He was gonna look guilty anyways, Donna.
The mask was hidden in his office.
I guess, but it was a mistake.
Don't sweat it, Donna.
What are you doing?
You can't just take it down.
Why not? We're writing the story,
so we can just pretend
that it never happened.
See? Problem solved.
Nice try, Ruben,
but I think
Ghost Writer disagrees with you.
"Stick to story."
Clearly, Sarah wants the police
to find that ruby.
Okay. It's her book.
It's not looking good for Owen.
They just ran out of Owen's office.
Now what?
We need to go back
into the book and make a move.
That way we can figure out what to write.
Maybe they try and run after Owen?
I think he'd be long gone.
Plus, we want to keep that mystery alive.
Yeah. All good stories
have suspense, like Sherlock.
And the main hero disappearing
is definitely suspenseful.
Maybe Ben tells his mom what happened.
No way.
Then he'd have to hand her the mask.
I don't think they're willing to do that
before they know what's going on.
Speaking of the mask,
they need to hide it.
Good point.
They can't run all over the city with
an artifact like that. It's priceless.
I think they should hide it
somewhere really unexpected like...
inside the kitchen,
under the sink, inside a pot.
Or Doris could just
put it in her book bag.
That way they always have it.
That works too.
What is that?
Oh, kids! Perfect timing.
What are you up to?
You know,
we were just gonna go upstairs and...
And just hang out.
Right. We're just gonna hang.
We need your opinion.
What do you think we put the stage
over there, in the back wall?
I think it should go upstairs.
Doesn't make a difference to me.
My back will hurt the same amount
wherever it goes.
You both are wrong.
It needs to go where that window is.
That's where it was in the 1950s.
How do you know
where the stage was in the '50s?
Actually, I think he's right.
But I still like it out of the way.
I'm with Ruben. Picture it.
It's a sunny Sunday afternoon.
As parents browse,
the kids sit cross-legged on the rug...
the light streaming in
from the big window.
It's warm and cozy
as Grandpa sits on the stage...
right there,
reading Adventures in Wonderland.
Okay, I'm sold.
It can go where the kids want it.
Impressive.
You got a way with words.
You should write a book.
Maybe I will.
Chevon typed last time. It's my turn.
I think better when I'm typing.
-You just like to be in control.
-Exactly.
It doesn't matter who types.
We need to talk about Owen.
Just hear me out.
Is it possible
that he might actually be guilty?
I mean, the mask was found in his office.
No way. He's the hero
of all the Mason Briggs novels.
I don't know.
It would be totally cool and unexpected.
True. And we wanna keep readers
guessing till the very end.
Remember Emily H.?
When Raine was here?
We learned all about my grandma's life.
Yeah, so? We don't have sparkles.
No, but how are we supposed
to write a good character
-without knowing all about their history?
-Good point.
We need to learn more
about Owen's backstory.
-He clearly is more than he appears.
-Yeah.
Like he's a famous private investigator,
but he borrowed money
from Genevieve Marcus.
I think I know the perfect person
to ask about Owen's past.
-His sister, Ben's mom.
-Let's do it.
Styling.
You have the mask?
It's here.
Okay then. Let's go.
Hey, Ma. I'm home!
Hi, gang.
I was just going to start dinner.
You're more than welcome to stay.
We are having Ben's favorite,
beef stroganoff.
I don't know what that is,
but it doesn't sound healthy.
Sure. That sounds great.
-Thank you very much.
-Great.
Hey, Ma,
have you heard anything from Uncle Owen?
No, honey. Why?
No reason. It's just I heard a rumor
that he owes Genevieve Marcus money
and I'm worried.
Who told you that?
My friend, Jean.
She hears things from her dad,
who's a police officer.
Right. And is it true?
Probably.
He's borrowed money from her before.
Do you know her?
Yes, we grew up together.
Let's just say she hasn't changed much.
I don't know what my brother saw in her.
You mean they were an item?
For a while.
I was very happy when that ended.
I mean, I think it's great
that she's so successful and all, but...
Well, she's just not very nice.
Why does Uncle Owen need money?
He's a famous private investigator.
My brother likes nice things,
like custom-made suits,
the best restaurants, trips overseas.
He has a very expensive lifestyle.
I guess there's a lot I don't know.
Why don't you tell me about him?
Where to start?
"Begin at the beginning, then go on
till you come to the end, then stop."
Alice's Adventures in Wonderland.
Owen must've been eight years old there.
He was selling lemonade
to the construction workers.
Rather than having a lemonade stand
and getting people come to him,
-he would go to them.
-That's actually pretty smart.
Well, my brother was always
dreaming up ways to make a buck.
He borrowed money from everyone
he could think of, including yours truly.
But nobody ever got their money back.
So then how did he become an investigator?
He sounds more like a businessman.
It was a surprise.
Owen was running around,
selling some sort of cleaning product
he claimed was a miracle, which it wasn't.
It went bust, and then he came to me
and he told me that he was opening
a private investigation agency,
which I assumed
was just another one of his schemes,
but as it turns out,
he had a knack for it.
That's so odd.
Usually, investigators are methodical,
good at solving puzzles.
Well, my brother is not like most people.
Hey, Ma. Who's that?
That was from when Owen
tried to become a boxing promoter.
This was his friend he thought would be
the next champion of the world.
I think his name was Frank.
The cab driver.
How do you know he's a cab driver now?
We've seen Uncle Owen talk to him.
Well, that's news to me.
Okay, gang. I better get dinner started.
Now we know
where Frank and Owen met.
It doesn't add up.
We're missing something.
Owen doesn't seem at all
like the guy we thought he was.
And he definitely does not sound
like a private eye.
And he did conveniently
walk away from Ben at the museum
just when the mask was stolen.
I hate to say it,
but I think Owen's guilty.
This feels like the end of the chapter.
How come we're not out of the book?
You know what? I don't care what you say.
There is no way my uncle was guilty,
and I'm gonna prove it
with or without your help.
Okay, what did I miss?
How did you know what to say?
Remember Sherlock? There was no way
the great detective was really dead.
-It would've been too easy.
-And it's too easy for Owen to be bad.
Smart, Ruben.
Yeah, although I still think
it'd be a cool twist.
Let's get to writing.
Remember to indent five spaces.
Just saying.
Your dad is really cool.
Who? Him?
Yeah, I love my dad, but I don't think
I'd describe him as "cool."
Well, I wish I could build things.
Hey, Mr. Moreno.
Could you show me how to use that?
Not a chance, buddy. Keep painting.
Ordinarily, I love DIY,
-but I just wanna get back to the book.
-I hear you.
And Charles, I think we can all agree
that he's the best character.
Are you trying
to style your hair like Charles?
Yeah. Looks good, right?
Nice try.
Okay, so obviously, Owen is innocent.
The big question is...
how do we prove it?
Well, all good mysteries
have one thing in common: suspects.
We need a list of suspects.
I got one. Sergeant Belson.
He's jealous of Owen because
he's always making the cops look bad
by solving their cases.
Plus, he wants to be the chief of police,
and Owen's getting in the way.
Good one.
And what about Jimmy Bones?
He's the criminal that Owen put in jail
in the Mason Briggs book,
A Man Without Bones.
He was just released
and could want revenge.
Also, we shouldn't rule out
Genevieve Marcus.
Owen owes her money,
and they have a history together.
Right. Plus, she was at the museum
when the mask was stolen.
Actually, all the suspects
were at the museum that night.
That's true. Great.
We have all of our suspects.
Now, we need to find Owen.
I know who can help. Frank.
Perfect. We know he uses spy equipment
to communicate with Owen.
-The gang should split up then.
-Let Charles handle Jimmy Bones.
I remember reading that he hangs out
at the diner, playing pinball.
It's kinda like video games in 1950.
Yvonne can go with Charles
to talk to Genevieve.
Since the diner seems to be
where everyone goes,
I bet she would also be there.
Yo! Whoa.
You've only done one coat.
-How many coats do we need?
-Three, at least.
Still think he's cool?
Excuse me? You're Frank, right?
That's my name. What's yours?
Ben. You know my uncle, Owen Quinn.
You mean the private eye?
You can drop the act. I know
you're his eyes and ears on the street.
Nice story, but you got the wrong guy.
No, I don't.
Look, you two are close,
and I know how he used to manage you
when you were a fighter.
That was a long time ago.
Look, I really need your help.
-Please. I can't find my uncle.
-What do you mean?
He's missing.
Cops suspect he stole the mask.
He took off while they were
searching his office.
Come on.
-You think you can find him?
-Oh, I know I can.
Jean! Jean.
-Doris, what's wrong?
-Someone stole my sweater.
I need to go see your dad
and report it stolen.
I'm not really sure
he deals with that kind of stuff.
There was some money
inside of the pocket,
so I guess it's more like a robbery.
Well, in that case, come on.
Okay. So, now what?
I'll see if I can challenge Jimmy
to a little pinball.
Oh, but he looks tough.
Give my very best to Julie. Bye-bye.
Genevieve doesn't look
too friendly either.
Look, they can't be all bad. Nobody is.
We just have to find the good in them,
no matter how hard it is.
Good luck.
That's not bad. I bet I can do better.
You? Come on, kid.
Let me have a turn.
Just 'cause you're such a snappy dresser.
It's all yours.
Can I help you?
-I just wanted to thank you.
-Thank me for what?
For framing Owen Quinn.
It's about time someone took him down.
Well, he wasn't at the movie theater.
That's where he usually goes
when he needs to get away.
Hopefully he'll pick up
the playing card you left him
with the message in invisible ink.
Invisible ink?
What are you talking about?
Okay. The truth is,
I know you contact Owen
using spy equipment gadgets from the '50s.
From the '50s?
I mean, just spy equipment.
You're clever, Ben,
but there's a lot you don't understand.
There's some other places
I think we should look.
Like the bridge, the diner,
the plaza... and the church as well?
Your uncle really likes
to tell you things, doesn't he?
Well,
only because he knows he can trust me.
And so can you.
Hey, can I ask you a question?
Why would my uncle, a world-famous
private investigator, run away?
I wouldn't worry, Ben.
He knows what he's doing.
Owen will land on his feet.
He always does.
I'm sorry to hear
someone stole your sweater, Doris.
Did you have your name sewn into it?
No, but I guess I'll do that next time.
I told her you guys
don't really find missing clothes.
That's okay. But Jean is right.
It's not really a job for the police.
We have our hands full as it is.
Like with the theft of the Cobalt Mask?
You know,
I heard Owen Quinn was a suspect.
I can't really discuss
an ongoing investigation,
but we are very close
to solving that case.
Could I get a glass of water or something?
This whole stolen sweater business
has made me light-headed.
There's a kitchen down the hall.
I'll go get it.
Thanks.
Please don't think me rude,
but you don't much like Owen Quinn,
do you?
-It's not that simple.
-He told me and my friends
that you had it out for him
because you were jealous.
Jealous? Of him? Why?
Because he keeps solving your cases,
which makes you look bad.
Okay.
I think it's time for you
to hurry along, okay?
You hid the mask
in the secret compartment in his office
and framed him for it, didn't you?
Wait a minute. What secret compartment?
I need you to draw up another
search warrant for Owen Quinn's office.
All detectives in here now!
-Pretty good, kid.
-This is nothing.
It's like the ball's in slow motion
compared to the video games I'm used to.
Yeah. What's a video game?
Oh, it's nothing.
Just another type of pinball game.
I should check it out.
Lots has changed since I've been away.
-Where were you?
-I was in jail.
Jail?
Well, congrats, kid. You beat my score.
Hey, another game?
Nah.
I got better things to do
with my time than play pinball.
You know, when I was your age,
that's all I did.
Hung out here all day,
made friends with the wrong crowd.
Next thing you know,
I'm doing five to ten for burglary.
-Sounds terrible.
-Are you kidding?
Going to prison changed my life.
I smartened up.
And now that I'm out,
I got a second chance.
I'm working on the straight and narrow
for people like Genevieve Marcus
over there.
Be smart, kid.
Learn from my mistakes, yeah?
There's more to life...
than beating your high score.
What about Owen Quinn?
The guy who caught you.
How'd you know
he was the one who caught me?
I hear things.
You must be so mad at him.
Nah. I'm grateful to him.
I literally owe him my life.
See you around, kid.
So, Yvonne,
why do you think I framed Owen Quinn?
Because he owes you money.
Sweetie, if I had the Cobalt Mask,
I would sell it and make a mint,
not frame Owen.
You two were a couple once.
Maybe you wanted revenge.
First, I broke it off with Owen.
Second, I'm not into revenge.
I'm a businesswoman, not some criminal.
I wanna be a businesswoman one day too.
What are you working on?
You're pretty nosy, aren't you?
Sorry, I'm just observant, I guess.
-Must be important.
-Yes. Very.
I'm hosting a party at my house tonight
and I'm going over the menu.
Care to look?
Looks great. I love shrimp cocktail.
-Thanks for your time.
-Of course.
Dead end. You?
Same.
I don't understand it.
All the suspects seem innocent.
Genevieve is a businesswoman.
All she cares about is money.
If she had the Cobalt Mask,
she'd sell it, not frame Owen.
And unless Sergeant Belson
is the best actor in the world,
he had no idea Owen's office
had a secret compartment.
And Jimmy Bones really seems reformed.
He isn't a criminal anymore.
Either someone is lying,
or there's another suspect
we're not thinking of.
According to my notes,
I don't think we missed anything.
Maybe we should--
-What?
-Are you kidding me? Oh, man!
-What's wrong?
-George had to remove the plaster
to get to one of the pipes
and he found something.
There must be a leak in the shower
upstairs that has dripped into the wall
and slowly over time
eroded the wood in the support beams.
What does it mean?
It means we have to replace
the wall and the beams.
-Is it hard?
-No, but it takes time,
and it is expensive.
-But you can do it, right, Dad?
-Yeah, but not alone...
or for free.
I'm sorry, but this is serious,
and it needs to be fixed.
Dude, answer your texts.
We've been trying to reach you
for the last hour.
-Sorry. I've been busy.
-Did you have an idea for another chapter?
"For sale: skateboard,
action figures, comic books."
-I don't get it.
-It's not for the book.
I'm coming up with ways
to help pay for the renovations.
Wish I could help, man. Sorry.
You know what? Why don't you guys
just write without me today?
I don't feel very creative.
Come on, Ruben. We're a team.
Maybe writing will make you feel better.
Take your mind off of this.
Yeah, I know that when I'm stressed,
I love to get lost in a good book.
Good point.
Okay then. Let's write.
We're completely out of suspects.
Maybe we should just focus
on finding Owen.
But how will the kids even do that?
There's no leads.
Wait. I think I have an idea.
When Sherlock was here,
she always found physical clues.
Maybe we need to go to the scene
of the crime, the museum, and look around.
Of course.
It's elementary, my dear... everyone.
Okay. Let's go to the museum then.
Sorry we're late.
We've been leaving messages
all over town for Owen.
-Any luck?
-Nope, not yet.
Hopefully he responds.
Yeah, I'm all out of places to go.
And invisible ink.
Maybe there's a clue here.
But where do we begin?
Ben, where were you
when the mask was stolen?
Well...
I was standing right there,
and Owen walked away saying he'd be back.
And I started to look
at some of the art...
Whoa.
...when I heard the crash.
This is it.
How could a suit of armor
suddenly crash to the ground?
Someone must have tampered with the wires.
Seems like people would've noticed
someone tampering with it.
It's right out in the open.
Maybe it was rigged somehow.
Look.
Part of the wire
that was holding up the suit of armor.
It's a clean cut,
like with a pair of scissors.
You're saying someone was
walking around the party, cutting wires,
-and no one thought that was suspicious?
-Let's keep looking.
"Don't trust Frank"?
Wait!
What happened? Why did the chapter end?
Because when Ben
was off to the side looking for clues,
Owen snuck up behind me
and dropped a note on the floor.
-What did the note say?
-"Don't trust Frank."
-What does it mean?
-Probably don't trust Frank.
Good morning, Ernesto.
Hey, isn't that the man
that wanted to buy the bookstore?
What does he want?
Why is he here?
We have a meeting.
This is my grandson, Ruben.
What's going on?
We have no choice
but to sell the bookstore.
the police find the ruby in Owen's office.
I think that's it.
Okay. Let's talk about Owen again.
Sergeant Belson thinks Owen is guilty
because he disappeared
when the mask was stolen.
Ben and his friends went to go visit Owen
to warn him that the cops
were gonna raid his office,
but Owen wasn't worried.
Until the mask showed up
in his secret compartment, then he ran.
I still can't believe the mask was there.
Talk about a plot twist.
Yeah, but Doris did drop the ruby.
It totally messed up the story.
Owen's gonna look guilty.
He was gonna look guilty anyways, Donna.
The mask was hidden in his office.
I guess, but it was a mistake.
Don't sweat it, Donna.
What are you doing?
You can't just take it down.
Why not? We're writing the story,
so we can just pretend
that it never happened.
See? Problem solved.
Nice try, Ruben,
but I think
Ghost Writer disagrees with you.
"Stick to story."
Clearly, Sarah wants the police
to find that ruby.
Okay. It's her book.
It's not looking good for Owen.
They just ran out of Owen's office.
Now what?
We need to go back
into the book and make a move.
That way we can figure out what to write.
Maybe they try and run after Owen?
I think he'd be long gone.
Plus, we want to keep that mystery alive.
Yeah. All good stories
have suspense, like Sherlock.
And the main hero disappearing
is definitely suspenseful.
Maybe Ben tells his mom what happened.
No way.
Then he'd have to hand her the mask.
I don't think they're willing to do that
before they know what's going on.
Speaking of the mask,
they need to hide it.
Good point.
They can't run all over the city with
an artifact like that. It's priceless.
I think they should hide it
somewhere really unexpected like...
inside the kitchen,
under the sink, inside a pot.
Or Doris could just
put it in her book bag.
That way they always have it.
That works too.
What is that?
Oh, kids! Perfect timing.
What are you up to?
You know,
we were just gonna go upstairs and...
And just hang out.
Right. We're just gonna hang.
We need your opinion.
What do you think we put the stage
over there, in the back wall?
I think it should go upstairs.
Doesn't make a difference to me.
My back will hurt the same amount
wherever it goes.
You both are wrong.
It needs to go where that window is.
That's where it was in the 1950s.
How do you know
where the stage was in the '50s?
Actually, I think he's right.
But I still like it out of the way.
I'm with Ruben. Picture it.
It's a sunny Sunday afternoon.
As parents browse,
the kids sit cross-legged on the rug...
the light streaming in
from the big window.
It's warm and cozy
as Grandpa sits on the stage...
right there,
reading Adventures in Wonderland.
Okay, I'm sold.
It can go where the kids want it.
Impressive.
You got a way with words.
You should write a book.
Maybe I will.
Chevon typed last time. It's my turn.
I think better when I'm typing.
-You just like to be in control.
-Exactly.
It doesn't matter who types.
We need to talk about Owen.
Just hear me out.
Is it possible
that he might actually be guilty?
I mean, the mask was found in his office.
No way. He's the hero
of all the Mason Briggs novels.
I don't know.
It would be totally cool and unexpected.
True. And we wanna keep readers
guessing till the very end.
Remember Emily H.?
When Raine was here?
We learned all about my grandma's life.
Yeah, so? We don't have sparkles.
No, but how are we supposed
to write a good character
-without knowing all about their history?
-Good point.
We need to learn more
about Owen's backstory.
-He clearly is more than he appears.
-Yeah.
Like he's a famous private investigator,
but he borrowed money
from Genevieve Marcus.
I think I know the perfect person
to ask about Owen's past.
-His sister, Ben's mom.
-Let's do it.
Styling.
You have the mask?
It's here.
Okay then. Let's go.
Hey, Ma. I'm home!
Hi, gang.
I was just going to start dinner.
You're more than welcome to stay.
We are having Ben's favorite,
beef stroganoff.
I don't know what that is,
but it doesn't sound healthy.
Sure. That sounds great.
-Thank you very much.
-Great.
Hey, Ma,
have you heard anything from Uncle Owen?
No, honey. Why?
No reason. It's just I heard a rumor
that he owes Genevieve Marcus money
and I'm worried.
Who told you that?
My friend, Jean.
She hears things from her dad,
who's a police officer.
Right. And is it true?
Probably.
He's borrowed money from her before.
Do you know her?
Yes, we grew up together.
Let's just say she hasn't changed much.
I don't know what my brother saw in her.
You mean they were an item?
For a while.
I was very happy when that ended.
I mean, I think it's great
that she's so successful and all, but...
Well, she's just not very nice.
Why does Uncle Owen need money?
He's a famous private investigator.
My brother likes nice things,
like custom-made suits,
the best restaurants, trips overseas.
He has a very expensive lifestyle.
I guess there's a lot I don't know.
Why don't you tell me about him?
Where to start?
"Begin at the beginning, then go on
till you come to the end, then stop."
Alice's Adventures in Wonderland.
Owen must've been eight years old there.
He was selling lemonade
to the construction workers.
Rather than having a lemonade stand
and getting people come to him,
-he would go to them.
-That's actually pretty smart.
Well, my brother was always
dreaming up ways to make a buck.
He borrowed money from everyone
he could think of, including yours truly.
But nobody ever got their money back.
So then how did he become an investigator?
He sounds more like a businessman.
It was a surprise.
Owen was running around,
selling some sort of cleaning product
he claimed was a miracle, which it wasn't.
It went bust, and then he came to me
and he told me that he was opening
a private investigation agency,
which I assumed
was just another one of his schemes,
but as it turns out,
he had a knack for it.
That's so odd.
Usually, investigators are methodical,
good at solving puzzles.
Well, my brother is not like most people.
Hey, Ma. Who's that?
That was from when Owen
tried to become a boxing promoter.
This was his friend he thought would be
the next champion of the world.
I think his name was Frank.
The cab driver.
How do you know he's a cab driver now?
We've seen Uncle Owen talk to him.
Well, that's news to me.
Okay, gang. I better get dinner started.
Now we know
where Frank and Owen met.
It doesn't add up.
We're missing something.
Owen doesn't seem at all
like the guy we thought he was.
And he definitely does not sound
like a private eye.
And he did conveniently
walk away from Ben at the museum
just when the mask was stolen.
I hate to say it,
but I think Owen's guilty.
This feels like the end of the chapter.
How come we're not out of the book?
You know what? I don't care what you say.
There is no way my uncle was guilty,
and I'm gonna prove it
with or without your help.
Okay, what did I miss?
How did you know what to say?
Remember Sherlock? There was no way
the great detective was really dead.
-It would've been too easy.
-And it's too easy for Owen to be bad.
Smart, Ruben.
Yeah, although I still think
it'd be a cool twist.
Let's get to writing.
Remember to indent five spaces.
Just saying.
Your dad is really cool.
Who? Him?
Yeah, I love my dad, but I don't think
I'd describe him as "cool."
Well, I wish I could build things.
Hey, Mr. Moreno.
Could you show me how to use that?
Not a chance, buddy. Keep painting.
Ordinarily, I love DIY,
-but I just wanna get back to the book.
-I hear you.
And Charles, I think we can all agree
that he's the best character.
Are you trying
to style your hair like Charles?
Yeah. Looks good, right?
Nice try.
Okay, so obviously, Owen is innocent.
The big question is...
how do we prove it?
Well, all good mysteries
have one thing in common: suspects.
We need a list of suspects.
I got one. Sergeant Belson.
He's jealous of Owen because
he's always making the cops look bad
by solving their cases.
Plus, he wants to be the chief of police,
and Owen's getting in the way.
Good one.
And what about Jimmy Bones?
He's the criminal that Owen put in jail
in the Mason Briggs book,
A Man Without Bones.
He was just released
and could want revenge.
Also, we shouldn't rule out
Genevieve Marcus.
Owen owes her money,
and they have a history together.
Right. Plus, she was at the museum
when the mask was stolen.
Actually, all the suspects
were at the museum that night.
That's true. Great.
We have all of our suspects.
Now, we need to find Owen.
I know who can help. Frank.
Perfect. We know he uses spy equipment
to communicate with Owen.
-The gang should split up then.
-Let Charles handle Jimmy Bones.
I remember reading that he hangs out
at the diner, playing pinball.
It's kinda like video games in 1950.
Yvonne can go with Charles
to talk to Genevieve.
Since the diner seems to be
where everyone goes,
I bet she would also be there.
Yo! Whoa.
You've only done one coat.
-How many coats do we need?
-Three, at least.
Still think he's cool?
Excuse me? You're Frank, right?
That's my name. What's yours?
Ben. You know my uncle, Owen Quinn.
You mean the private eye?
You can drop the act. I know
you're his eyes and ears on the street.
Nice story, but you got the wrong guy.
No, I don't.
Look, you two are close,
and I know how he used to manage you
when you were a fighter.
That was a long time ago.
Look, I really need your help.
-Please. I can't find my uncle.
-What do you mean?
He's missing.
Cops suspect he stole the mask.
He took off while they were
searching his office.
Come on.
-You think you can find him?
-Oh, I know I can.
Jean! Jean.
-Doris, what's wrong?
-Someone stole my sweater.
I need to go see your dad
and report it stolen.
I'm not really sure
he deals with that kind of stuff.
There was some money
inside of the pocket,
so I guess it's more like a robbery.
Well, in that case, come on.
Okay. So, now what?
I'll see if I can challenge Jimmy
to a little pinball.
Oh, but he looks tough.
Give my very best to Julie. Bye-bye.
Genevieve doesn't look
too friendly either.
Look, they can't be all bad. Nobody is.
We just have to find the good in them,
no matter how hard it is.
Good luck.
That's not bad. I bet I can do better.
You? Come on, kid.
Let me have a turn.
Just 'cause you're such a snappy dresser.
It's all yours.
Can I help you?
-I just wanted to thank you.
-Thank me for what?
For framing Owen Quinn.
It's about time someone took him down.
Well, he wasn't at the movie theater.
That's where he usually goes
when he needs to get away.
Hopefully he'll pick up
the playing card you left him
with the message in invisible ink.
Invisible ink?
What are you talking about?
Okay. The truth is,
I know you contact Owen
using spy equipment gadgets from the '50s.
From the '50s?
I mean, just spy equipment.
You're clever, Ben,
but there's a lot you don't understand.
There's some other places
I think we should look.
Like the bridge, the diner,
the plaza... and the church as well?
Your uncle really likes
to tell you things, doesn't he?
Well,
only because he knows he can trust me.
And so can you.
Hey, can I ask you a question?
Why would my uncle, a world-famous
private investigator, run away?
I wouldn't worry, Ben.
He knows what he's doing.
Owen will land on his feet.
He always does.
I'm sorry to hear
someone stole your sweater, Doris.
Did you have your name sewn into it?
No, but I guess I'll do that next time.
I told her you guys
don't really find missing clothes.
That's okay. But Jean is right.
It's not really a job for the police.
We have our hands full as it is.
Like with the theft of the Cobalt Mask?
You know,
I heard Owen Quinn was a suspect.
I can't really discuss
an ongoing investigation,
but we are very close
to solving that case.
Could I get a glass of water or something?
This whole stolen sweater business
has made me light-headed.
There's a kitchen down the hall.
I'll go get it.
Thanks.
Please don't think me rude,
but you don't much like Owen Quinn,
do you?
-It's not that simple.
-He told me and my friends
that you had it out for him
because you were jealous.
Jealous? Of him? Why?
Because he keeps solving your cases,
which makes you look bad.
Okay.
I think it's time for you
to hurry along, okay?
You hid the mask
in the secret compartment in his office
and framed him for it, didn't you?
Wait a minute. What secret compartment?
I need you to draw up another
search warrant for Owen Quinn's office.
All detectives in here now!
-Pretty good, kid.
-This is nothing.
It's like the ball's in slow motion
compared to the video games I'm used to.
Yeah. What's a video game?
Oh, it's nothing.
Just another type of pinball game.
I should check it out.
Lots has changed since I've been away.
-Where were you?
-I was in jail.
Jail?
Well, congrats, kid. You beat my score.
Hey, another game?
Nah.
I got better things to do
with my time than play pinball.
You know, when I was your age,
that's all I did.
Hung out here all day,
made friends with the wrong crowd.
Next thing you know,
I'm doing five to ten for burglary.
-Sounds terrible.
-Are you kidding?
Going to prison changed my life.
I smartened up.
And now that I'm out,
I got a second chance.
I'm working on the straight and narrow
for people like Genevieve Marcus
over there.
Be smart, kid.
Learn from my mistakes, yeah?
There's more to life...
than beating your high score.
What about Owen Quinn?
The guy who caught you.
How'd you know
he was the one who caught me?
I hear things.
You must be so mad at him.
Nah. I'm grateful to him.
I literally owe him my life.
See you around, kid.
So, Yvonne,
why do you think I framed Owen Quinn?
Because he owes you money.
Sweetie, if I had the Cobalt Mask,
I would sell it and make a mint,
not frame Owen.
You two were a couple once.
Maybe you wanted revenge.
First, I broke it off with Owen.
Second, I'm not into revenge.
I'm a businesswoman, not some criminal.
I wanna be a businesswoman one day too.
What are you working on?
You're pretty nosy, aren't you?
Sorry, I'm just observant, I guess.
-Must be important.
-Yes. Very.
I'm hosting a party at my house tonight
and I'm going over the menu.
Care to look?
Looks great. I love shrimp cocktail.
-Thanks for your time.
-Of course.
Dead end. You?
Same.
I don't understand it.
All the suspects seem innocent.
Genevieve is a businesswoman.
All she cares about is money.
If she had the Cobalt Mask,
she'd sell it, not frame Owen.
And unless Sergeant Belson
is the best actor in the world,
he had no idea Owen's office
had a secret compartment.
And Jimmy Bones really seems reformed.
He isn't a criminal anymore.
Either someone is lying,
or there's another suspect
we're not thinking of.
According to my notes,
I don't think we missed anything.
Maybe we should--
-What?
-Are you kidding me? Oh, man!
-What's wrong?
-George had to remove the plaster
to get to one of the pipes
and he found something.
There must be a leak in the shower
upstairs that has dripped into the wall
and slowly over time
eroded the wood in the support beams.
What does it mean?
It means we have to replace
the wall and the beams.
-Is it hard?
-No, but it takes time,
and it is expensive.
-But you can do it, right, Dad?
-Yeah, but not alone...
or for free.
I'm sorry, but this is serious,
and it needs to be fixed.
Dude, answer your texts.
We've been trying to reach you
for the last hour.
-Sorry. I've been busy.
-Did you have an idea for another chapter?
"For sale: skateboard,
action figures, comic books."
-I don't get it.
-It's not for the book.
I'm coming up with ways
to help pay for the renovations.
Wish I could help, man. Sorry.
You know what? Why don't you guys
just write without me today?
I don't feel very creative.
Come on, Ruben. We're a team.
Maybe writing will make you feel better.
Take your mind off of this.
Yeah, I know that when I'm stressed,
I love to get lost in a good book.
Good point.
Okay then. Let's write.
We're completely out of suspects.
Maybe we should just focus
on finding Owen.
But how will the kids even do that?
There's no leads.
Wait. I think I have an idea.
When Sherlock was here,
she always found physical clues.
Maybe we need to go to the scene
of the crime, the museum, and look around.
Of course.
It's elementary, my dear... everyone.
Okay. Let's go to the museum then.
Sorry we're late.
We've been leaving messages
all over town for Owen.
-Any luck?
-Nope, not yet.
Hopefully he responds.
Yeah, I'm all out of places to go.
And invisible ink.
Maybe there's a clue here.
But where do we begin?
Ben, where were you
when the mask was stolen?
Well...
I was standing right there,
and Owen walked away saying he'd be back.
And I started to look
at some of the art...
Whoa.
...when I heard the crash.
This is it.
How could a suit of armor
suddenly crash to the ground?
Someone must have tampered with the wires.
Seems like people would've noticed
someone tampering with it.
It's right out in the open.
Maybe it was rigged somehow.
Look.
Part of the wire
that was holding up the suit of armor.
It's a clean cut,
like with a pair of scissors.
You're saying someone was
walking around the party, cutting wires,
-and no one thought that was suspicious?
-Let's keep looking.
"Don't trust Frank"?
Wait!
What happened? Why did the chapter end?
Because when Ben
was off to the side looking for clues,
Owen snuck up behind me
and dropped a note on the floor.
-What did the note say?
-"Don't trust Frank."
-What does it mean?
-Probably don't trust Frank.
Good morning, Ernesto.
Hey, isn't that the man
that wanted to buy the bookstore?
What does he want?
Why is he here?
We have a meeting.
This is my grandson, Ruben.
What's going on?
We have no choice
but to sell the bookstore.