Hudson & Rex (2019–…): Season 1, Episode 11 - Bad Water Rising - full transcript
A pair of activists brake into a water bottling factory to get their message across when one is killed. But who did it? It's up to Hudson and Rex to find out.
Want to bet it's a false alarm?
I'll check the perimeter.
Door's open. I'm moving inside.
Copy that. I'm on my way.
What the hell?
Oh man.
Oh man.
You're not going to believe this.
Hudson.
Yeah yeah. Okay, I'll be right there.
Oh, please tell me you weren't
up watching TV all night.
What?
Come on.
Time to go to work.
Seriously.
Oh, watch your step, Charlie.
The scene was already compromised
by the responding officers.
Same goes for you, Rex.
Nice shoes.
I was in the middle of a
5K when the call came in.
I didn't know you were a runner.
Yeah. I like to get out
a few times a week.
I guess we have that in common.
Who do we have here?
Joshua Spall.
Forty-three years old.
His wallet was in his pocket.
ID and cash intact.
Spall Gallery.
I take it that's not a coincidence.
He's the owner.
His jugular was cut with
a short sharp blade.
No weapon's been found, though.
The camera on the door may
have picked up something.
I'll get Jesse on it.
Looks like somebody broke in-
was surprised to see the
victim was still here,
and killed him.
Anything missing?
Yeah, actually.
According to Spall's assistant,
a sculpture is gone.
Huh.
That's her there?
Chloe Shipman. Arrived
a little while ago.
In shock.
Yeah.
What have you got, buddy?
A short, sharp blade.
Nice job, pal.
Chloe? I'm Detective Hudson.
I'm sorry, but I need to
ask you a few questions.
Of course.
Can you tell me the last time
you saw Joshua Spall alive?
I left at eight,
like I usually do.
Joshua was finishing up some paperwork.
And you had no further contact
until this morning?
He sent me a text
around 10 PM-
asking me to come in early.
Could anyone have entered the
premises after you left?
The alarm sets
automatically during closing hours.
You need to put the code
in to open the door.
Who has the door codes?
Just the two of us.
Joshua changes it every week.
What can you tell me about
the piece that was stolen?
It's part of our newest show-
the "Phoenix" exhibit.
Phoenix?
He's an up-and-coming artist.
The pieces are from Veronica
Kaatchi's private collection.
She's the gallery's most
prestigious benefactor.
So she would have worked
close with Joshua?
More like she dictated to Joshua
what collections he'd host.
We were supposed to be showing
her coveted Basquiat collection.
But she pulled it at the last minute,
insisting that we show Phoenix instead.
You ever see this before?
I'm not sure about that specific one.
But we do use box cutters
to unpack the crates.
Find anything on the cameras, Jesse?
Yeah. Here. Have a look.
So the gallery
only has cameras pointed
at the front door.
There are no other points of entry.
Now here's the assistant
leaving here at eight PM sharp.
And then nothing until three AM.
Hmm.
There's your killer.
Unfortunately, the camera
never catches his face.
What about when he entered?
Here's where it gets strange.
He never entered.
What do you mean, never?
Well, the feed automatically
renews itself
every twenty-four hours.
And in that time frame,
nobody remotely close
to matching this guy's build
or size entered the gallery.
Well, I mean he had to get in somehow.
A window? Or sky light?
It would have triggered the alarm.
But I did find something.
I checked local CCTV feeds in the area
at the time the alarm was triggered.
And I saw this
a block away from the gallery.
Take a look.
Do you see it?
That's the stolen sculpture.
My theory was right.
It was an art theft.
And Joshua Spall was just
in the wrong place at the wrong time.
No fingerprints were found
on the murder weapon.
Even with small particle reagent?
No, the killer must have used
gloves or wiped it down
before dumping it.
Any evidence that Joshua fought back?
No. The angle of incision suggests
the attack came from behind.
Probably never knew it was coming.
Give me a time of death.
Blood analysis puts it
between eight PM and midnight.
No, more like ten PM and midnight.
The assistant, Chloe,
mentioned that Joshua had
sent her a text at ten PM.
I was able to confirm that
it came from Joshua's phone.
Okay. Alright. Next steps.
Well, we know the collection
was added at the last minute.
We need to figure out
why someone would want
to steal that statue.
I think it's time we talked
to Veronica Kaatchi.
Nah, that's easier said than done.
I did background. She's
a British citizen.
Extremely wealthy.
Lawyered up to the gills.
She's also famously reclusive.
I'm a bit of an art enthusiast.
And Veronica is like a
legend in that world.
She doesn't like to be photographed.
Here. Look.
All I could find was this article
about her recent buying spree in Europe.
If she's out of the country-
maybe we can set up a call.
No, I contacted MI-6,
trying to gain access.
They told me not to hold my breath.
Let me try to cut through the red tape.
I'll see what I can do.
- Thanks, Joe.
- Yeah.
In the meantime, since
we can't get in touch
with the owner of the stolen art-
Rex and I will go visit
the next best thing.
Rex! Let's go.
Detective Hudson. Major Crimes.
Are you Phoenix?
Sadly, no.
I'm Frederick... Bouchard...
one of Phoenix's assistants.
I didn't realize artists had assistants.
Yeah. We're simply labourers.
Hmm.
What have you got, buddy?
Huh?
He smells the Bakelite.
It's a moulding material
I use in my art.
It has a mild fish odour.
Not my cup of tea.
But dogs go wild for it.
You must be Phoenix.
The same.
I assume you're here about
the incident at the gallery.
Are you talking about the
theft or the murder?
Both.
The theft is a devastating
loss for the art world.
And Joshua.
It's no secret I wasn't a fan.
But he didn't deserve to die.
What did you have against him?
Better question is what
did he have against me.
I mean, for years, he
refused to display my work.
Can you tell me about
the stolen sculpture?
I called it Autumn Tears.
It symbolized death and rebirth.
Well actually I was
just curious as to why
the thief chose it specifically.
Any idea how much it
would have gone for?
Art is subjective.
It's worth whatever a buyer
is willing to spend.
- Hmm.
- Or whatever pretty penny
Veronica's collecting
from the insurance on it.
Veronica Kaatchi.
I hear she's a big supporter of yours.
She has great taste.
It's because of her that my
work is even being shown
in Joshua's gallery.
Huh. How so?
Joshua wanted only the
Banksys of the world.
But Veronica has her sights
set on the next big thing.
When was the last time you
were in touch with Veronica?
This morning, actually.
She just commissioned
several new pieces.
Think we could give
her a call right now?
Veronica Kaatchi
contacts you, Detective.
Not the other way around.
Hey, Sarah.
Cool sneaks!
I meant to change them.
I went for a run early this morning.
A run?
See, everybody around
here seems to run but me.
I should really give it a try sometime.
Why wait?
Company's the best motivator.
I'll pick you up tomorrow
morning at five.
Five? Like in the AM five?
Mm-hmm! Yeah, is that too early for you?
No.
No no no. I'm usually on my
third cup of Joe by then.
- I'll see you at five.
- That's great.
Okay. Bye.
- Hey Jesse.
- Yeah.
There was an art fence
turned informant that worked
with us on a case last year.
Right. The insurance scam.
Yes. I need you to track him down.
He may be our best chance
to find a back channel
to Veronica Kaatchi.
Sure! I'll see what I can do.
Thank you.
Five AM.
Really?
Charlie.
You should see this.
So, I was following the
route of the art thief
and built a timeline
using traffic-cam footage.
You found him?
No no. He went off road.
And I lost him. But not before I noticed
something interesting.
Take a look.
Okay...
Two cameras set three blocks apart.
Spot the difference?
Explain it to me like I don't.
You're no fun. I mean, look at his bag.
Come on!
The sculpture's gone in that one.
Yeah. Exactly. Somewhere
between these two cameras,
the sculpture disappeared.
He must've handed it off to someone,
or stashed it somewhere.
I'm going to need a map of the area.
- Yeah. You got it.
- Good job.
Anything yet?
No, I've already searched three blocks.
What do you think?
What you got, pal?
Huh.
It's charred pretty good.
But I can confirm trace amounts
of oil paint and Bakelite.
That's the scent that Rex picked up.
Why go to such lengths
to steal a statue only to destroy it?
I don't know.
Maybe the thief got cold feet.
Or maybe my original theory was wrong.
I thought that Joshua was killed
because he interfered with the robbery.
Maybe it was the other way around.
What, you think the sculpture was stolen
to throw you off the trail?
Exactly.
Maybe Joshua was the real
target the whole time.
Oh. Thank you.
Chloe, thank you for coming in.
Of course. Anything to help.
I just wanted to get a
sense of who Joshua was.
We checked into his...
Oh.
It hasn't stopped ringing
since word got out.
Everyone in the art world wants
to know what's going on.
Understandably.
I like your phone case.
Oh, thanks.
Are you a fan of the
surrealist movement?
The... what... I...
I'm more of a
paint-by-numbers kind of guy.
We checked into his next of kin.
No kids.
No significant other.
The gallery was Joshua's first love.
Hmm.
Do you know of any enemies
he might have had?
Personal or professional?
I thought this was about
a stolen sculpture?
Just covering our bases.
The only contentious relationship
that I know about is with Hugh Reid.
He was Joshua's partner.
Part... business partner?
And life partner.
They were together for years.
Until six months ago.
What happened?
Joshua wouldn't talk about it.
I can't imagine Hugh
would ever hurt Joshua.
Well, that often is the way
with crimes of passion.
No one sees them coming.
Thanks for your time.
A pleasure.
I heard about what happened.
But I'm having trouble accepting it.
Were you still close with Joshua?
Truthfully, no.
We haven't spoken since the breakup.
That was his choosing, not mine.
Mm-hmm.
So you still cared for him?
Of course.
It was that witch Veronica
who came between us.
- Veronica Kaatchi?
- Yeah.
How did she factor into
your relationship?
Every gallery owner wanted her support.
And Joshua somehow made the cut
To gain access to her collection,
Joshua had to run his gallery
according to her every whim and fancy.
Mmm.
I made the mistake of
standing up to her.
A few days later, Joshua
broke it off with me.
And you think that she put him up to it?
Oh, I know she did.
She probably threatened to cut
all ties with him if he didn't.
So what did you do?
Tried to start up my own gallery.
But I soon learned I was blacklisted.
Veronica holds a lot of influence.
I had to close after just three months.
And it nearly bankrupted me.
I'm done with all that now.
Do you think Veronica
is capable of murder?
I'd say that woman is
capable of anything.
Ahhh.
Oooh.
- Ahhh.
- Hey!
You okay there?
Yeah! Yeah yeah yeah.
Sarah took me on a run this morning.
Oh! You stretched first, right?
That's a thing you do?
- No, I didn't.
- Yeah.
Okay look, I have something to show you.
I've been trying to find
photos of Veronica Kaatchi.
And let me tell you, she
is no selfie queen.
I mean, shot after shot,
she manages to avoid the camera.
This is the only image I can find of her
that actually shows her face.
Hmm. How recent is this?
It's 20 years.
But I think I know how to get to her.
How?
Well, an informant told me about
an art auction happening tonight,
three hours down the coast.
And Veronica Kaatchi will be selling
a few high-end pieces there.
- Doesn't mean she'll be there.
- True.
But apparently they're unveiling
some recently-discovered
Rembrandt sketch. And I'm told
that everyone who's anyone
- wants a crack at it.
- Rembrandt.
Oh, he was the guy who painted
the sunflowers, right?
Wrong. I think. I don't know art.
But our guy
has arranged for you and a guest
to attend the auction as buyers.
And you'll also be put up overnight
at the estate where the
auction is being held.
Who should I take as my plus one?
I suggest finding someone who knows
more about art than you do.
Oh, I know the perfect person.
A Gourley!
And a Petrovitch in the same room?
Mmm.
There's some high-end pieces in here.
So what do you say? You in?
Oh, I don't know.
I've got a bit of a backlog
to get through in the lab.
Okay, that's fine. Just...
Are you insane? Of course I'm in.
But we can't...
We can't go like this.
We need to look the part.
Uh...
What's wrong with my look?
Let's go, buddy.
So what do you think?
I love my job.
Shall we?
This is a good look for you.
Yeah, you clean up well yourself,
you know, for a lab nerd.
Rex, let's go.
Maybe you can get
something for yourself!
On my salary?
Sold for $90,000!
Anyone look like a Veronica to you?
Hmm?
Yeah, rich people look
all the same to me too.
Dogs are not allowed
on the auction floor.
He's my emotional support dog.
I can't function without him.
Our next piece up for bidding
is a sculpture from the
Kaatchi collection,
Shrinking Violets.
A new work by Phoenix.
I'll start the bidding off at 8,000.
Eight. I have eight. Now, ten.
Now 10,000. Ten.
And 20? And 20 I have.
20, and 30?
30. 30,000? 30.
30 and 30. We'll go to 30 now.
30 to the gentleman in the back.
And 40. We'll go to 40 now.
- Oh!
- No.
40,000. 40. 40 I have.
Oh thank God.
I thought you had it.
Any luck with Veronica?
Looks like she's a no-show.
And 70 and 70. And 70 I have.
- Now 80,000.
- Or fashionably late.
80,000. Going once, going twice...
Sold for $70,000!
70,000? Seem a little steep?
Yeah, well it pays to have your work
at the centre of a murder investigation.
That's starting to sound like a motive.
- A $70,000 one.
- Huh.
Our next item up for bid is...
What did I miss?
So good to see you all.
My apologies, darling.
Wait, I thought you said this
photo was twenty years old?
It is.
What? Wow!
Someone's had some impressive work done.
And if you could get my things
and put them together
for me in the morning.
Excuse me, Ms. Kaatchi.
Could we have a quick word in private?
I don't think so.
What if I say please?
Well! Alright then.
Shall we?
So you've been avoiding us.
Ah, I haven't heard anything about it.
You had no idea we were
trying to reach you?
I have a lot of people
that shield me from unpleasantness.
That's what this is about, isn't it?
Joshua?
You don't seem very upset.
Oh, that must be the Botox.
I was devastated when I found out.
I had a great deal of
respect for that man.
Hugh Reid paints a different picture.
Hugh Reid is a paranoid curmudgeon.
He seemed to think that I was
coming between him and Joshua.
You weren't?
No. Their breakup had
nothing to do with me.
He knew I was interested in Phoenix,
and yet kept refusing him gallery space.
So, I stepped in.
That's it?
Seems rather petty.
Well, what good is money and influence
if you don't wield it?
Oh, sir.
I can't let you in
without an invitation.
No, I'm not staying.
I just need to have a quick
word with one of the guests.
And when you say that you
were interested in Phoenix,
is that artistically or physically?
Must it really be one or
the other, Detective?
No, you're not listening to me.
I told you. I'm not staying!
Just five minutes to talk to someone.
Let's just take this outside.
Excuse me. Veronica!
Rex!
I've been looking for you!
Oh! Ugh!
What are you doing here, Hugh?
I thought you were done with art.
So did I.
After we talked
it brought back a lot
of pent-up resentment.
I knew Veronica would be here.
And I needed to confront her.
You drove three hours
to yell at someone?
Not yell.
Talk.
Face to face.
That woman ruined my life.
And I want an explanation.
She owes me that.
How'd you know she was going to be here?
Well just because I left the scene,
doesn't mean I lost all my contacts.
Well you should go home.
Okay?
Whatever explanation you're
looking for from Veronica
You're not getting it here tonight.
Fine.
Oh, yeah.
Rex. You ready to eat like a king?
There you go.
No.
We always watch your TV show.
I'm picking this time.
Okay, fine! Fine.
We're getting separate rooms next time.
Morning.
Hey! How'd you sleep?
Uh, comfy bed.
But I never sleep well
with Rex in the room.
He snores.
You know you do.
Your chariot awaits.
Let's go, Rex.
Hey!
Isn't that Hugh with Veronica?
I thought you told him to go home.
I did.
They look pretty chummy.
Be right back.
Veronica.
That's okay. It's alright.
I just saw you talking with Hugh Reid.
Oh!
You're back on friendly terms?
As a matter of fact, yes.
He came to me with an
intriguing business proposal.
What kind of proposal?
Well, you see Joshua took out a sizeable
mortgage on the gallery, so,
Hugh suggested I buy it from the bank
and let him run it
as a way to honour Joshua.
You don't strike me as
the sentimental type.
Oh, but I am.
The Spall Gallery holds a very
special place in my heart.
For making me a hell of a
profit over the years.
Ah.
Anything else, Detective?
No.
Great.
Please.
Thank you.
What? What do you think?
I just can't see her
being involved in Joshua's death.
Not directly. There's no
profit in it for her.
Welcome back, Detective.
Your dog has a good eye for art.
Not really.
He thinks it's a hydrant.
I just have a couple of questions.
You use box cutters to sculpt?
Only for the fine detail work.
It's a lot busier in here today.
Yes, I've had several new commissions
over the last few days.
Right after Joshua was killed?
And your art was part of the story.
It's not how I saw myself
moving up to the next level.
But I'm more than willing to embrace it.
You want to tell me where you were
the night Joshua was murdered?
Am I a suspect?
How thrilling. But alas.
I have half a dozen assistants
who will confirm I was here working.
This sculpture was at the Spall Gallery.
How did it get back here?
It's a re-creation, Detective.
A sister sculpture of
the one at the gallery
identical in every way.
No, not totally exact.
The base is larger on the original.
You're mistaken.
I know my pieces inside and out.
It's exact.
What was it you wanted to see?
Phoenix insists that he made
an exact replica of this sculpture.
But I swear
the base on this one is larger.
What do you think?
Uh...
Yes, it does seem slightly wider.
I don't think your dog
should be doing that.
Something got his attention.
What have you got, buddy?
It's a Trojan Horse.
Or a Trojan,
whatever this is supposed to be.
What are you talking about?
This is how the killer suddenly
appeared in a locked room.
He came in with the art.
Oh.
What's in here?
We reserve this space
for our permanent collection.
Mostly older, more valuable works.
Oh oh!
That's a Marc Lagache.
Easily the most valuable work here.
It would probably fetch two
to three million at auction.
Well, he's not admiring
the brush strokes.
It smells slightly fishy
Like the Bakelite at Phoenix's workshop.
That's impossible.
Oh my God.
What?
A big part of this painting's value
is its incredible history.
Its provenance was documented
by the labels on the back of the canvas.
Okay. So what's the problem?
This canvas is blank.
It's a forgery.
The smell Rex detected
was definitely Bakelite
which, it turns out, can be
melted down and mixed with paint
to create an aged effect.
Even the canvas was aged artificially.
It's a professional job.
Besides the hint of smell that Rex
picked up on, it was perfect.
So if this is all part of
some sort of elaborate plan,
how does Joshua fit into it?
Maybe he doesn't. Maybe
we're just back to
Joshua being at the wrong
place at the wrong time.
And the stolen sculpture?
A distraction.
We go chasing the sculpture.
And the true theft goes unnoticed
for months maybe years.
There is still one mystery
that's been nagging at me.
How did the killer go
so long without peeing?
Well, I'll be sure to ask
him when I bring him in.
The trap door in the sculpture's design
narrows our list of
suspects dramatically.
- Phoenix.
- Yeah.
He had a solid alibi.
But he created the sculpture.
He had to be involved.
Rex, let's go.
I don't know anything about a trap door.
I make art, not magic tricks.
But you said it yourself.
You know all your pieces inside and out.
Look, I really don't know
anything about a trap door
because I didn't build it,
merely designed it.
Right. What was it your
assistant Frederick called you?
The architect?
Art starts as a vision.
I let the others do the bulk
of the physical labour.
But in the end, it's still my vision.
So who really built the sculpture?
Funny you should mention Frederick.
I believe this was mostly his work.
Was he here working with you
the night that Joshua died?
Actually, he called in sick
the day that we installed the
collection at the gallery.
Why?
You don't think...
Good thing you like cramped spaces.
You're going to love your jail cell.
I didn't kill anyone.
C'mon, Frederick.
We're way past this.
We have your fingerprints and your DNA
all over the inside of that sculpture.
That was really smart, actually.
The base of that sculpture
was designed to be solid.
But you made it hollow.
So that even with you inside-
it would weigh the same.
Then all you had to do was sit tight
and wait for your chance to move.
Hmm?
How long have you been planning this?
It wasn't my plan.
Whose plan was it?
Huh?
Phoenix?
No.
Hugh Reid.
So he cooks up a plan
to steal an expensive work of art,
and get a little bit of revenge
against his ex at the same time?
And I'm telling you,
I didn't kill Joshua Spall.
I was only there to steal the painting
and replace it with a forgery.
Hugh said he was lining up a buyer.
And I'd get 15 percent
of the selling price.
Well, that is a big cut.
I could open my own studio.
I'm ten times the artist Phoenix is.
Well that dream died
the moment you stuck a box
cutter into Joshua's neck.
That wasn't me.
Hugh must be setting set me up.
I take the fall for the murder.
And he keeps my cut of the painting.
Mmm.
Hugh never entered or
exited the gallery.
- But you did.
- I'm telling you.
The first time I saw Joshua,
he was already dead on the floor.
I'm not a killer.
Listen to me, Frederick.
Your hiding place was not sound-proof.
- You would have heard something.
- I had earbuds in.
It would've been unbearable
in there without music.
I'm not convinced.
Wait!
What?
I was carrying a gun.
Not for anything.
Just for protection if things went bad.
Why would I use a box
cutter if I had a gun?
- Where's the gun now?
- It's at Hugh's place,
in the backpack where I left it
with the rolled up painting inside.
Wait. You're-you're telling me
that Hugh is still in
possession of the painting?
Not for long.
Some Russian power player.
Hand-off's happening tonight.
Where?
Hey, Charlie. Coast Guard told me
they're tracking a private vessel
near your position.
It could be the Russian.
Any word on Frederick's backpack?
Yeah, Donovan sent a team
to Hugh Reid's place.
They found the backpack
with the gun inside.
So it's being processed.
But there was no sign of the painting.
Huh.
Hold on. There's a car approaching.
Looks like they're sending
a tender to the dock.
The tender is about six minutes out.
Ah. Our Russian buyer.
At least Frederick was
right about that part.
I've got eyes on Hugh.
Easy, buddy. Not yet.
It's about four minutes out.
I'm looking at three people on board.
Okay. Close off the roads.
But be discreet about it.
Got it.
What the hell is this guy doing?
No idea.
The guy's in the wrong spot.
I'm calling him off now.
Wait a second.
I think he's spooked.
Hi. Yeah, it's me. It's not good.
No.
Target's on his cell. Can
you track who he's calling?
I think I already know.
The tender's heading back to the ship.
They're calling it off. Damn it.
Easy, pal.
Hugh Reid! You're under arrest!
Get down to the ground! Now!
Go. Rex! Go!
He's trying to dump the evidence.
Ugh!
Uhh.
I told you he took it
easy on you last time.
That painting was my ticket
to finally being a player.
Especially with Joshua out of the way.
- I didn't want that.
- Hmm?
Look, I thought if I gained
some cachet of my own,
that he would want me back.
I should never have brought
Frederick into this.
That little weasel.
Why did you choose him, anyway?
I saw his work.
I knew he could create
a convincing forgery.
And I knew he was ambitious.
Hmm. Like you.
I didn't realize he was
capable of murder.
Huh. That's funny.
Because he's convinced
that you killed Joshua yourself.
- That's preposterous.
- Is it?
I was nowhere near the
gallery that night.
I was madly looking for a buyer.
Stolen art is harder to
move than I thought.
That's why you went to see
Veronica at the auction.
I had to dump the painting fast.
It was too hot after the murder.
I asked Veronica to buy it.
She said no,
but offered to set me
up with the Russian,
for a finder's fee.
She wanted a cut of the profit?
A large cut.
I had no choice but to accept.
What do you think?
We have them for the
forgery and the theft.
But not the murder.
It had to be Frederick.
- Mmm.
- He was there.
And he had access to a box cutter.
But why kill him up close,
where Joshua could fight back?
Why not just use the gun?
You sure he had it with him?
His fingerprints were all over it.
Yeah, that's not enough to prove
he was carrying it with
him at the gallery.
I've gone over every scrap of
data we've assembled, for hours.
And there's no trace of a gun.
Let's look at it with some fresh eyes.
Yeah. Okay.
Wait wait wait wait.
Are you still in pain
from your run with Sarah?
No, actually. It's all new pain.
Sarah said she enjoyed
the company so much that
she wants to run with me more often.
So maybe, if you're cool with it,
kill me, now?
I still need you for a bit.
Okay.
Let's go through this
from the start, hey?
Yeah.
Alright.
No no. That's too far back.
- Okay.
- Let's go from, the...
Wait wait wait.
Zoom in on her back pocket right here.
It's just her phone.
No. I've seen her phone case.
She has some surrealist painting on it.
Well, if it's not her
phone, whose is it?
Who would have thought that one gallery
would have see two unrelated
crimes on the same night?
I don't know what you mean.
That's not your phone.
It's Joshua's.
And after you killed him,
you took it with you.
Why would I do that?
To create the perfect alibi.
Your fingerprints were all over it.
Of course they are.
I used to update his schedule
for him all the time.
You took the phone with you.
And then you sent yourself
that text message.
The one asking you to come in earlier.
You came back the next morning,
when our team was there.
And you left the phone where
forensics could find it.
No.
You didn't know
that the same night of the murder-
that the gallery would be robbed.
But you used it to your advantage.
Didn't you?
Why did you do it?
Joshua was a tyrant.
Impossible to work for.
What's this?
What the hell is this?
I had an interview for a curator
position at the art museum.
My dream job.
I knew that Joshua wouldn't support me.
So I wrote a reference
letter in his name,
and forged his signature.
He was furious.
How dare you betray my trust?
You're done, Chloe.
You hear me?
He fired me and told me he
was going to call the museum
first thing in the morning.
You can forget about the museum.
When I'm done with you,
you'll never find an open
door in a gallery room again.
I don't even remember what happened.
Next thing I knew,
I was holding a bloody box cutter.
You were still level-headed enough
to wipe and stash the blade.
Not to mention the phone trick.
I just wanted a change in my life.
I think you're about to get your wish.
Hey.
Have you seen Jesse?
I want to see if he's
free tomorrow morning.
My guess is he's hiding from you.
What do you mean?
He hates running.
What?
Then why did he come with me?
He just doesn't want
to hurt your feelings.
A murder and an art theft.
Two cases wrapped up
for the price of one.
We aim to please.
Right, Rex?
You know, the only thing that
would have made it better
is if we were able to wrap
up that Russian buyer
in the net too.
But-well, I guess that's
too much to ask for.
Oh, before I forget,
I just got the expense
report for your little trip.
I thought the rooms were
comped for auction guests.
Yeah. The rooms were.
But the mini-bar was not.
Anyone want to tell me
who ate three tins of caviar?
Don't look at me. Why would I
want to eat overpriced fish eggs?
Definitely not me.
How was it?
Delicious.
I won't tell if you don't.
Burning the midnight oil?
Oh, hey. Yeah, I was bummed
about not catching the Russian.
But I was able to track
down some satellite imagery
of the ship's deck.
How did you manage to...?
Oh, trust me. You don't want to know.
But here. Take a look at this.
That's Veronica Kaatchi.
She's working with the Russian?
Well I'm actually starting to think
that she is the Russian.
Or more specifically-
There was never any Russian.
What makes you say that?
Well the boat's ownership traces back
to a European company
with ties to Veronica.
And I'm starting to think that
maybe she created the Russian
as a means to buy stolen art
but still keep her hands clean.
Okay, well I'll alert Interpol.
That might help connect
her with more stolen art.
Hey. Did you show this to Charlie?
No, not yet. He went home.
Said he had somewhere to
be early in the morning.
No way, buddy.
No!
No, you need to get some sleep.
It's not going to happen, pal, okay?
We've got to be up bright
and early tomorrow.
Yeah?
Goodnight, Rex.
Even when you're feeling lazy
you can still get lazy.
Free delivery right to your doorstep,
with the purchase of a
dozen or more donuts!
Nothing tempts
like Donut Temple!
You always work out before you run?
Yeah, of course.
You don't?
Sure!
Yeah.
So what'd you tell Jesse?
Oh I told him I was taking
some time off from running.
I think he knew I was lying.
Trust me.
He's glad that you did.
I guess I was enjoying having
a running partner so much,
I didn't realize that
he wasn't enjoying it.
Well, I think you'll find your
new partner much more capable.
Rex!
Hey!
You're coming too!
Just have him back by nine.
Wait. You're not... You're not coming?
Of course I am.
Just kidding.
You had me for a second there.
Yeah. You think you can keep up?
Please. I'm going to
leave you in the dust.
I'll check the perimeter.
Door's open. I'm moving inside.
Copy that. I'm on my way.
What the hell?
Oh man.
Oh man.
You're not going to believe this.
Hudson.
Yeah yeah. Okay, I'll be right there.
Oh, please tell me you weren't
up watching TV all night.
What?
Come on.
Time to go to work.
Seriously.
Oh, watch your step, Charlie.
The scene was already compromised
by the responding officers.
Same goes for you, Rex.
Nice shoes.
I was in the middle of a
5K when the call came in.
I didn't know you were a runner.
Yeah. I like to get out
a few times a week.
I guess we have that in common.
Who do we have here?
Joshua Spall.
Forty-three years old.
His wallet was in his pocket.
ID and cash intact.
Spall Gallery.
I take it that's not a coincidence.
He's the owner.
His jugular was cut with
a short sharp blade.
No weapon's been found, though.
The camera on the door may
have picked up something.
I'll get Jesse on it.
Looks like somebody broke in-
was surprised to see the
victim was still here,
and killed him.
Anything missing?
Yeah, actually.
According to Spall's assistant,
a sculpture is gone.
Huh.
That's her there?
Chloe Shipman. Arrived
a little while ago.
In shock.
Yeah.
What have you got, buddy?
A short, sharp blade.
Nice job, pal.
Chloe? I'm Detective Hudson.
I'm sorry, but I need to
ask you a few questions.
Of course.
Can you tell me the last time
you saw Joshua Spall alive?
I left at eight,
like I usually do.
Joshua was finishing up some paperwork.
And you had no further contact
until this morning?
He sent me a text
around 10 PM-
asking me to come in early.
Could anyone have entered the
premises after you left?
The alarm sets
automatically during closing hours.
You need to put the code
in to open the door.
Who has the door codes?
Just the two of us.
Joshua changes it every week.
What can you tell me about
the piece that was stolen?
It's part of our newest show-
the "Phoenix" exhibit.
Phoenix?
He's an up-and-coming artist.
The pieces are from Veronica
Kaatchi's private collection.
She's the gallery's most
prestigious benefactor.
So she would have worked
close with Joshua?
More like she dictated to Joshua
what collections he'd host.
We were supposed to be showing
her coveted Basquiat collection.
But she pulled it at the last minute,
insisting that we show Phoenix instead.
You ever see this before?
I'm not sure about that specific one.
But we do use box cutters
to unpack the crates.
Find anything on the cameras, Jesse?
Yeah. Here. Have a look.
So the gallery
only has cameras pointed
at the front door.
There are no other points of entry.
Now here's the assistant
leaving here at eight PM sharp.
And then nothing until three AM.
Hmm.
There's your killer.
Unfortunately, the camera
never catches his face.
What about when he entered?
Here's where it gets strange.
He never entered.
What do you mean, never?
Well, the feed automatically
renews itself
every twenty-four hours.
And in that time frame,
nobody remotely close
to matching this guy's build
or size entered the gallery.
Well, I mean he had to get in somehow.
A window? Or sky light?
It would have triggered the alarm.
But I did find something.
I checked local CCTV feeds in the area
at the time the alarm was triggered.
And I saw this
a block away from the gallery.
Take a look.
Do you see it?
That's the stolen sculpture.
My theory was right.
It was an art theft.
And Joshua Spall was just
in the wrong place at the wrong time.
No fingerprints were found
on the murder weapon.
Even with small particle reagent?
No, the killer must have used
gloves or wiped it down
before dumping it.
Any evidence that Joshua fought back?
No. The angle of incision suggests
the attack came from behind.
Probably never knew it was coming.
Give me a time of death.
Blood analysis puts it
between eight PM and midnight.
No, more like ten PM and midnight.
The assistant, Chloe,
mentioned that Joshua had
sent her a text at ten PM.
I was able to confirm that
it came from Joshua's phone.
Okay. Alright. Next steps.
Well, we know the collection
was added at the last minute.
We need to figure out
why someone would want
to steal that statue.
I think it's time we talked
to Veronica Kaatchi.
Nah, that's easier said than done.
I did background. She's
a British citizen.
Extremely wealthy.
Lawyered up to the gills.
She's also famously reclusive.
I'm a bit of an art enthusiast.
And Veronica is like a
legend in that world.
She doesn't like to be photographed.
Here. Look.
All I could find was this article
about her recent buying spree in Europe.
If she's out of the country-
maybe we can set up a call.
No, I contacted MI-6,
trying to gain access.
They told me not to hold my breath.
Let me try to cut through the red tape.
I'll see what I can do.
- Thanks, Joe.
- Yeah.
In the meantime, since
we can't get in touch
with the owner of the stolen art-
Rex and I will go visit
the next best thing.
Rex! Let's go.
Detective Hudson. Major Crimes.
Are you Phoenix?
Sadly, no.
I'm Frederick... Bouchard...
one of Phoenix's assistants.
I didn't realize artists had assistants.
Yeah. We're simply labourers.
Hmm.
What have you got, buddy?
Huh?
He smells the Bakelite.
It's a moulding material
I use in my art.
It has a mild fish odour.
Not my cup of tea.
But dogs go wild for it.
You must be Phoenix.
The same.
I assume you're here about
the incident at the gallery.
Are you talking about the
theft or the murder?
Both.
The theft is a devastating
loss for the art world.
And Joshua.
It's no secret I wasn't a fan.
But he didn't deserve to die.
What did you have against him?
Better question is what
did he have against me.
I mean, for years, he
refused to display my work.
Can you tell me about
the stolen sculpture?
I called it Autumn Tears.
It symbolized death and rebirth.
Well actually I was
just curious as to why
the thief chose it specifically.
Any idea how much it
would have gone for?
Art is subjective.
It's worth whatever a buyer
is willing to spend.
- Hmm.
- Or whatever pretty penny
Veronica's collecting
from the insurance on it.
Veronica Kaatchi.
I hear she's a big supporter of yours.
She has great taste.
It's because of her that my
work is even being shown
in Joshua's gallery.
Huh. How so?
Joshua wanted only the
Banksys of the world.
But Veronica has her sights
set on the next big thing.
When was the last time you
were in touch with Veronica?
This morning, actually.
She just commissioned
several new pieces.
Think we could give
her a call right now?
Veronica Kaatchi
contacts you, Detective.
Not the other way around.
Hey, Sarah.
Cool sneaks!
I meant to change them.
I went for a run early this morning.
A run?
See, everybody around
here seems to run but me.
I should really give it a try sometime.
Why wait?
Company's the best motivator.
I'll pick you up tomorrow
morning at five.
Five? Like in the AM five?
Mm-hmm! Yeah, is that too early for you?
No.
No no no. I'm usually on my
third cup of Joe by then.
- I'll see you at five.
- That's great.
Okay. Bye.
- Hey Jesse.
- Yeah.
There was an art fence
turned informant that worked
with us on a case last year.
Right. The insurance scam.
Yes. I need you to track him down.
He may be our best chance
to find a back channel
to Veronica Kaatchi.
Sure! I'll see what I can do.
Thank you.
Five AM.
Really?
Charlie.
You should see this.
So, I was following the
route of the art thief
and built a timeline
using traffic-cam footage.
You found him?
No no. He went off road.
And I lost him. But not before I noticed
something interesting.
Take a look.
Okay...
Two cameras set three blocks apart.
Spot the difference?
Explain it to me like I don't.
You're no fun. I mean, look at his bag.
Come on!
The sculpture's gone in that one.
Yeah. Exactly. Somewhere
between these two cameras,
the sculpture disappeared.
He must've handed it off to someone,
or stashed it somewhere.
I'm going to need a map of the area.
- Yeah. You got it.
- Good job.
Anything yet?
No, I've already searched three blocks.
What do you think?
What you got, pal?
Huh.
It's charred pretty good.
But I can confirm trace amounts
of oil paint and Bakelite.
That's the scent that Rex picked up.
Why go to such lengths
to steal a statue only to destroy it?
I don't know.
Maybe the thief got cold feet.
Or maybe my original theory was wrong.
I thought that Joshua was killed
because he interfered with the robbery.
Maybe it was the other way around.
What, you think the sculpture was stolen
to throw you off the trail?
Exactly.
Maybe Joshua was the real
target the whole time.
Oh. Thank you.
Chloe, thank you for coming in.
Of course. Anything to help.
I just wanted to get a
sense of who Joshua was.
We checked into his...
Oh.
It hasn't stopped ringing
since word got out.
Everyone in the art world wants
to know what's going on.
Understandably.
I like your phone case.
Oh, thanks.
Are you a fan of the
surrealist movement?
The... what... I...
I'm more of a
paint-by-numbers kind of guy.
We checked into his next of kin.
No kids.
No significant other.
The gallery was Joshua's first love.
Hmm.
Do you know of any enemies
he might have had?
Personal or professional?
I thought this was about
a stolen sculpture?
Just covering our bases.
The only contentious relationship
that I know about is with Hugh Reid.
He was Joshua's partner.
Part... business partner?
And life partner.
They were together for years.
Until six months ago.
What happened?
Joshua wouldn't talk about it.
I can't imagine Hugh
would ever hurt Joshua.
Well, that often is the way
with crimes of passion.
No one sees them coming.
Thanks for your time.
A pleasure.
I heard about what happened.
But I'm having trouble accepting it.
Were you still close with Joshua?
Truthfully, no.
We haven't spoken since the breakup.
That was his choosing, not mine.
Mm-hmm.
So you still cared for him?
Of course.
It was that witch Veronica
who came between us.
- Veronica Kaatchi?
- Yeah.
How did she factor into
your relationship?
Every gallery owner wanted her support.
And Joshua somehow made the cut
To gain access to her collection,
Joshua had to run his gallery
according to her every whim and fancy.
Mmm.
I made the mistake of
standing up to her.
A few days later, Joshua
broke it off with me.
And you think that she put him up to it?
Oh, I know she did.
She probably threatened to cut
all ties with him if he didn't.
So what did you do?
Tried to start up my own gallery.
But I soon learned I was blacklisted.
Veronica holds a lot of influence.
I had to close after just three months.
And it nearly bankrupted me.
I'm done with all that now.
Do you think Veronica
is capable of murder?
I'd say that woman is
capable of anything.
Ahhh.
Oooh.
- Ahhh.
- Hey!
You okay there?
Yeah! Yeah yeah yeah.
Sarah took me on a run this morning.
Oh! You stretched first, right?
That's a thing you do?
- No, I didn't.
- Yeah.
Okay look, I have something to show you.
I've been trying to find
photos of Veronica Kaatchi.
And let me tell you, she
is no selfie queen.
I mean, shot after shot,
she manages to avoid the camera.
This is the only image I can find of her
that actually shows her face.
Hmm. How recent is this?
It's 20 years.
But I think I know how to get to her.
How?
Well, an informant told me about
an art auction happening tonight,
three hours down the coast.
And Veronica Kaatchi will be selling
a few high-end pieces there.
- Doesn't mean she'll be there.
- True.
But apparently they're unveiling
some recently-discovered
Rembrandt sketch. And I'm told
that everyone who's anyone
- wants a crack at it.
- Rembrandt.
Oh, he was the guy who painted
the sunflowers, right?
Wrong. I think. I don't know art.
But our guy
has arranged for you and a guest
to attend the auction as buyers.
And you'll also be put up overnight
at the estate where the
auction is being held.
Who should I take as my plus one?
I suggest finding someone who knows
more about art than you do.
Oh, I know the perfect person.
A Gourley!
And a Petrovitch in the same room?
Mmm.
There's some high-end pieces in here.
So what do you say? You in?
Oh, I don't know.
I've got a bit of a backlog
to get through in the lab.
Okay, that's fine. Just...
Are you insane? Of course I'm in.
But we can't...
We can't go like this.
We need to look the part.
Uh...
What's wrong with my look?
Let's go, buddy.
So what do you think?
I love my job.
Shall we?
This is a good look for you.
Yeah, you clean up well yourself,
you know, for a lab nerd.
Rex, let's go.
Maybe you can get
something for yourself!
On my salary?
Sold for $90,000!
Anyone look like a Veronica to you?
Hmm?
Yeah, rich people look
all the same to me too.
Dogs are not allowed
on the auction floor.
He's my emotional support dog.
I can't function without him.
Our next piece up for bidding
is a sculpture from the
Kaatchi collection,
Shrinking Violets.
A new work by Phoenix.
I'll start the bidding off at 8,000.
Eight. I have eight. Now, ten.
Now 10,000. Ten.
And 20? And 20 I have.
20, and 30?
30. 30,000? 30.
30 and 30. We'll go to 30 now.
30 to the gentleman in the back.
And 40. We'll go to 40 now.
- Oh!
- No.
40,000. 40. 40 I have.
Oh thank God.
I thought you had it.
Any luck with Veronica?
Looks like she's a no-show.
And 70 and 70. And 70 I have.
- Now 80,000.
- Or fashionably late.
80,000. Going once, going twice...
Sold for $70,000!
70,000? Seem a little steep?
Yeah, well it pays to have your work
at the centre of a murder investigation.
That's starting to sound like a motive.
- A $70,000 one.
- Huh.
Our next item up for bid is...
What did I miss?
So good to see you all.
My apologies, darling.
Wait, I thought you said this
photo was twenty years old?
It is.
What? Wow!
Someone's had some impressive work done.
And if you could get my things
and put them together
for me in the morning.
Excuse me, Ms. Kaatchi.
Could we have a quick word in private?
I don't think so.
What if I say please?
Well! Alright then.
Shall we?
So you've been avoiding us.
Ah, I haven't heard anything about it.
You had no idea we were
trying to reach you?
I have a lot of people
that shield me from unpleasantness.
That's what this is about, isn't it?
Joshua?
You don't seem very upset.
Oh, that must be the Botox.
I was devastated when I found out.
I had a great deal of
respect for that man.
Hugh Reid paints a different picture.
Hugh Reid is a paranoid curmudgeon.
He seemed to think that I was
coming between him and Joshua.
You weren't?
No. Their breakup had
nothing to do with me.
He knew I was interested in Phoenix,
and yet kept refusing him gallery space.
So, I stepped in.
That's it?
Seems rather petty.
Well, what good is money and influence
if you don't wield it?
Oh, sir.
I can't let you in
without an invitation.
No, I'm not staying.
I just need to have a quick
word with one of the guests.
And when you say that you
were interested in Phoenix,
is that artistically or physically?
Must it really be one or
the other, Detective?
No, you're not listening to me.
I told you. I'm not staying!
Just five minutes to talk to someone.
Let's just take this outside.
Excuse me. Veronica!
Rex!
I've been looking for you!
Oh! Ugh!
What are you doing here, Hugh?
I thought you were done with art.
So did I.
After we talked
it brought back a lot
of pent-up resentment.
I knew Veronica would be here.
And I needed to confront her.
You drove three hours
to yell at someone?
Not yell.
Talk.
Face to face.
That woman ruined my life.
And I want an explanation.
She owes me that.
How'd you know she was going to be here?
Well just because I left the scene,
doesn't mean I lost all my contacts.
Well you should go home.
Okay?
Whatever explanation you're
looking for from Veronica
You're not getting it here tonight.
Fine.
Oh, yeah.
Rex. You ready to eat like a king?
There you go.
No.
We always watch your TV show.
I'm picking this time.
Okay, fine! Fine.
We're getting separate rooms next time.
Morning.
Hey! How'd you sleep?
Uh, comfy bed.
But I never sleep well
with Rex in the room.
He snores.
You know you do.
Your chariot awaits.
Let's go, Rex.
Hey!
Isn't that Hugh with Veronica?
I thought you told him to go home.
I did.
They look pretty chummy.
Be right back.
Veronica.
That's okay. It's alright.
I just saw you talking with Hugh Reid.
Oh!
You're back on friendly terms?
As a matter of fact, yes.
He came to me with an
intriguing business proposal.
What kind of proposal?
Well, you see Joshua took out a sizeable
mortgage on the gallery, so,
Hugh suggested I buy it from the bank
and let him run it
as a way to honour Joshua.
You don't strike me as
the sentimental type.
Oh, but I am.
The Spall Gallery holds a very
special place in my heart.
For making me a hell of a
profit over the years.
Ah.
Anything else, Detective?
No.
Great.
Please.
Thank you.
What? What do you think?
I just can't see her
being involved in Joshua's death.
Not directly. There's no
profit in it for her.
Welcome back, Detective.
Your dog has a good eye for art.
Not really.
He thinks it's a hydrant.
I just have a couple of questions.
You use box cutters to sculpt?
Only for the fine detail work.
It's a lot busier in here today.
Yes, I've had several new commissions
over the last few days.
Right after Joshua was killed?
And your art was part of the story.
It's not how I saw myself
moving up to the next level.
But I'm more than willing to embrace it.
You want to tell me where you were
the night Joshua was murdered?
Am I a suspect?
How thrilling. But alas.
I have half a dozen assistants
who will confirm I was here working.
This sculpture was at the Spall Gallery.
How did it get back here?
It's a re-creation, Detective.
A sister sculpture of
the one at the gallery
identical in every way.
No, not totally exact.
The base is larger on the original.
You're mistaken.
I know my pieces inside and out.
It's exact.
What was it you wanted to see?
Phoenix insists that he made
an exact replica of this sculpture.
But I swear
the base on this one is larger.
What do you think?
Uh...
Yes, it does seem slightly wider.
I don't think your dog
should be doing that.
Something got his attention.
What have you got, buddy?
It's a Trojan Horse.
Or a Trojan,
whatever this is supposed to be.
What are you talking about?
This is how the killer suddenly
appeared in a locked room.
He came in with the art.
Oh.
What's in here?
We reserve this space
for our permanent collection.
Mostly older, more valuable works.
Oh oh!
That's a Marc Lagache.
Easily the most valuable work here.
It would probably fetch two
to three million at auction.
Well, he's not admiring
the brush strokes.
It smells slightly fishy
Like the Bakelite at Phoenix's workshop.
That's impossible.
Oh my God.
What?
A big part of this painting's value
is its incredible history.
Its provenance was documented
by the labels on the back of the canvas.
Okay. So what's the problem?
This canvas is blank.
It's a forgery.
The smell Rex detected
was definitely Bakelite
which, it turns out, can be
melted down and mixed with paint
to create an aged effect.
Even the canvas was aged artificially.
It's a professional job.
Besides the hint of smell that Rex
picked up on, it was perfect.
So if this is all part of
some sort of elaborate plan,
how does Joshua fit into it?
Maybe he doesn't. Maybe
we're just back to
Joshua being at the wrong
place at the wrong time.
And the stolen sculpture?
A distraction.
We go chasing the sculpture.
And the true theft goes unnoticed
for months maybe years.
There is still one mystery
that's been nagging at me.
How did the killer go
so long without peeing?
Well, I'll be sure to ask
him when I bring him in.
The trap door in the sculpture's design
narrows our list of
suspects dramatically.
- Phoenix.
- Yeah.
He had a solid alibi.
But he created the sculpture.
He had to be involved.
Rex, let's go.
I don't know anything about a trap door.
I make art, not magic tricks.
But you said it yourself.
You know all your pieces inside and out.
Look, I really don't know
anything about a trap door
because I didn't build it,
merely designed it.
Right. What was it your
assistant Frederick called you?
The architect?
Art starts as a vision.
I let the others do the bulk
of the physical labour.
But in the end, it's still my vision.
So who really built the sculpture?
Funny you should mention Frederick.
I believe this was mostly his work.
Was he here working with you
the night that Joshua died?
Actually, he called in sick
the day that we installed the
collection at the gallery.
Why?
You don't think...
Good thing you like cramped spaces.
You're going to love your jail cell.
I didn't kill anyone.
C'mon, Frederick.
We're way past this.
We have your fingerprints and your DNA
all over the inside of that sculpture.
That was really smart, actually.
The base of that sculpture
was designed to be solid.
But you made it hollow.
So that even with you inside-
it would weigh the same.
Then all you had to do was sit tight
and wait for your chance to move.
Hmm?
How long have you been planning this?
It wasn't my plan.
Whose plan was it?
Huh?
Phoenix?
No.
Hugh Reid.
So he cooks up a plan
to steal an expensive work of art,
and get a little bit of revenge
against his ex at the same time?
And I'm telling you,
I didn't kill Joshua Spall.
I was only there to steal the painting
and replace it with a forgery.
Hugh said he was lining up a buyer.
And I'd get 15 percent
of the selling price.
Well, that is a big cut.
I could open my own studio.
I'm ten times the artist Phoenix is.
Well that dream died
the moment you stuck a box
cutter into Joshua's neck.
That wasn't me.
Hugh must be setting set me up.
I take the fall for the murder.
And he keeps my cut of the painting.
Mmm.
Hugh never entered or
exited the gallery.
- But you did.
- I'm telling you.
The first time I saw Joshua,
he was already dead on the floor.
I'm not a killer.
Listen to me, Frederick.
Your hiding place was not sound-proof.
- You would have heard something.
- I had earbuds in.
It would've been unbearable
in there without music.
I'm not convinced.
Wait!
What?
I was carrying a gun.
Not for anything.
Just for protection if things went bad.
Why would I use a box
cutter if I had a gun?
- Where's the gun now?
- It's at Hugh's place,
in the backpack where I left it
with the rolled up painting inside.
Wait. You're-you're telling me
that Hugh is still in
possession of the painting?
Not for long.
Some Russian power player.
Hand-off's happening tonight.
Where?
Hey, Charlie. Coast Guard told me
they're tracking a private vessel
near your position.
It could be the Russian.
Any word on Frederick's backpack?
Yeah, Donovan sent a team
to Hugh Reid's place.
They found the backpack
with the gun inside.
So it's being processed.
But there was no sign of the painting.
Huh.
Hold on. There's a car approaching.
Looks like they're sending
a tender to the dock.
The tender is about six minutes out.
Ah. Our Russian buyer.
At least Frederick was
right about that part.
I've got eyes on Hugh.
Easy, buddy. Not yet.
It's about four minutes out.
I'm looking at three people on board.
Okay. Close off the roads.
But be discreet about it.
Got it.
What the hell is this guy doing?
No idea.
The guy's in the wrong spot.
I'm calling him off now.
Wait a second.
I think he's spooked.
Hi. Yeah, it's me. It's not good.
No.
Target's on his cell. Can
you track who he's calling?
I think I already know.
The tender's heading back to the ship.
They're calling it off. Damn it.
Easy, pal.
Hugh Reid! You're under arrest!
Get down to the ground! Now!
Go. Rex! Go!
He's trying to dump the evidence.
Ugh!
Uhh.
I told you he took it
easy on you last time.
That painting was my ticket
to finally being a player.
Especially with Joshua out of the way.
- I didn't want that.
- Hmm?
Look, I thought if I gained
some cachet of my own,
that he would want me back.
I should never have brought
Frederick into this.
That little weasel.
Why did you choose him, anyway?
I saw his work.
I knew he could create
a convincing forgery.
And I knew he was ambitious.
Hmm. Like you.
I didn't realize he was
capable of murder.
Huh. That's funny.
Because he's convinced
that you killed Joshua yourself.
- That's preposterous.
- Is it?
I was nowhere near the
gallery that night.
I was madly looking for a buyer.
Stolen art is harder to
move than I thought.
That's why you went to see
Veronica at the auction.
I had to dump the painting fast.
It was too hot after the murder.
I asked Veronica to buy it.
She said no,
but offered to set me
up with the Russian,
for a finder's fee.
She wanted a cut of the profit?
A large cut.
I had no choice but to accept.
What do you think?
We have them for the
forgery and the theft.
But not the murder.
It had to be Frederick.
- Mmm.
- He was there.
And he had access to a box cutter.
But why kill him up close,
where Joshua could fight back?
Why not just use the gun?
You sure he had it with him?
His fingerprints were all over it.
Yeah, that's not enough to prove
he was carrying it with
him at the gallery.
I've gone over every scrap of
data we've assembled, for hours.
And there's no trace of a gun.
Let's look at it with some fresh eyes.
Yeah. Okay.
Wait wait wait wait.
Are you still in pain
from your run with Sarah?
No, actually. It's all new pain.
Sarah said she enjoyed
the company so much that
she wants to run with me more often.
So maybe, if you're cool with it,
kill me, now?
I still need you for a bit.
Okay.
Let's go through this
from the start, hey?
Yeah.
Alright.
No no. That's too far back.
- Okay.
- Let's go from, the...
Wait wait wait.
Zoom in on her back pocket right here.
It's just her phone.
No. I've seen her phone case.
She has some surrealist painting on it.
Well, if it's not her
phone, whose is it?
Who would have thought that one gallery
would have see two unrelated
crimes on the same night?
I don't know what you mean.
That's not your phone.
It's Joshua's.
And after you killed him,
you took it with you.
Why would I do that?
To create the perfect alibi.
Your fingerprints were all over it.
Of course they are.
I used to update his schedule
for him all the time.
You took the phone with you.
And then you sent yourself
that text message.
The one asking you to come in earlier.
You came back the next morning,
when our team was there.
And you left the phone where
forensics could find it.
No.
You didn't know
that the same night of the murder-
that the gallery would be robbed.
But you used it to your advantage.
Didn't you?
Why did you do it?
Joshua was a tyrant.
Impossible to work for.
What's this?
What the hell is this?
I had an interview for a curator
position at the art museum.
My dream job.
I knew that Joshua wouldn't support me.
So I wrote a reference
letter in his name,
and forged his signature.
He was furious.
How dare you betray my trust?
You're done, Chloe.
You hear me?
He fired me and told me he
was going to call the museum
first thing in the morning.
You can forget about the museum.
When I'm done with you,
you'll never find an open
door in a gallery room again.
I don't even remember what happened.
Next thing I knew,
I was holding a bloody box cutter.
You were still level-headed enough
to wipe and stash the blade.
Not to mention the phone trick.
I just wanted a change in my life.
I think you're about to get your wish.
Hey.
Have you seen Jesse?
I want to see if he's
free tomorrow morning.
My guess is he's hiding from you.
What do you mean?
He hates running.
What?
Then why did he come with me?
He just doesn't want
to hurt your feelings.
A murder and an art theft.
Two cases wrapped up
for the price of one.
We aim to please.
Right, Rex?
You know, the only thing that
would have made it better
is if we were able to wrap
up that Russian buyer
in the net too.
But-well, I guess that's
too much to ask for.
Oh, before I forget,
I just got the expense
report for your little trip.
I thought the rooms were
comped for auction guests.
Yeah. The rooms were.
But the mini-bar was not.
Anyone want to tell me
who ate three tins of caviar?
Don't look at me. Why would I
want to eat overpriced fish eggs?
Definitely not me.
How was it?
Delicious.
I won't tell if you don't.
Burning the midnight oil?
Oh, hey. Yeah, I was bummed
about not catching the Russian.
But I was able to track
down some satellite imagery
of the ship's deck.
How did you manage to...?
Oh, trust me. You don't want to know.
But here. Take a look at this.
That's Veronica Kaatchi.
She's working with the Russian?
Well I'm actually starting to think
that she is the Russian.
Or more specifically-
There was never any Russian.
What makes you say that?
Well the boat's ownership traces back
to a European company
with ties to Veronica.
And I'm starting to think that
maybe she created the Russian
as a means to buy stolen art
but still keep her hands clean.
Okay, well I'll alert Interpol.
That might help connect
her with more stolen art.
Hey. Did you show this to Charlie?
No, not yet. He went home.
Said he had somewhere to
be early in the morning.
No way, buddy.
No!
No, you need to get some sleep.
It's not going to happen, pal, okay?
We've got to be up bright
and early tomorrow.
Yeah?
Goodnight, Rex.
Even when you're feeling lazy
you can still get lazy.
Free delivery right to your doorstep,
with the purchase of a
dozen or more donuts!
Nothing tempts
like Donut Temple!
You always work out before you run?
Yeah, of course.
You don't?
Sure!
Yeah.
So what'd you tell Jesse?
Oh I told him I was taking
some time off from running.
I think he knew I was lying.
Trust me.
He's glad that you did.
I guess I was enjoying having
a running partner so much,
I didn't realize that
he wasn't enjoying it.
Well, I think you'll find your
new partner much more capable.
Rex!
Hey!
You're coming too!
Just have him back by nine.
Wait. You're not... You're not coming?
Of course I am.
Just kidding.
You had me for a second there.
Yeah. You think you can keep up?
Please. I'm going to
leave you in the dust.