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[lounge music]
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[camera shutter snaps]

Allie. I thought my son
was going to be here

to help you shoot
the event tonight.

Noah had a forensics class.
He said it was running late.

But he should be on his way.

Okay.

This is an amazing turnout, Camille.

James Risand is one of
the premiere art collectors

in the country, but he's also
one of the most reclusive.

We are very lucky to get him to
agree to share his collection

with us this evening.

Well, I hope you like
what I'm getting.

You, my dear, are the best
photographer in the city.

How could I not?

Thank you.

You know, we are organizing

an emerging talent spotlight
next month.

I'd love for you to submit.

That would be an honour.

Thank you!

Great.

There's a spot for you
on the wall right there

when you're ready.

Excuse me. Pardon me.
Pardon me, pardon me.

Miss Addison?

Yes?

James is requesting one
of the items under glass.

Um, the Nasrid Dagger.

He wants it taken out
of the display?

It's his latest acquisition.

I... I guess he means
to show it off in person

to some of his guests.

Of course.

Um, excuse us, Allie.

Right this way.

(Camille) Excuse us, please.

Uh, hello?

Hi.

Hi.

I thought I was the only
photographer here.

Yeah, no, you are.

Well, what is that?

I'm Daniel Drake.

I work for The Gazette.

Are you a reporter?

Trying to be. It's a slow
news day.

But I am here covering
the social page.

Well, this is quite an event.

Yeah, yeah, it's a real
"who's that" of Willow Haven.

Speaking of which, you are?

Allie Adams.

Picture Perfect Studios.

That's catchy.

Well, I guess I'll see
you around, Allie Adams.

...Okay.

Have a good evening.

I'm surprised James is being so
casual about the Nasrid Dagger.

It's a very valuable piece,

and he's usually so
security conscious.

Well, that's my brother for you.

Predictably unpredictable.

I hope he appreciates
the trouble you've gone to.

Oh, it's certainly no trouble.

It's an honour to have the
Risand Collection in my gallery.

Actually, would you mind if my
security guard stayed with you

while you had the dagger
out of the display case?

Just as a...
precautionary measure.

No, of course not, Miss Addison.

Frankly, it would make me feel
a lot better too.

Mm-hmm.

Perfect. Shall we?

Uh, what have you got?

Quinoa salad.

Hmm. Where can I find the guy
with the endive cups

and marinated feta?

Great.

Maya?

What are you doing here?

Uh, is that any way to greet
your best friend?

Oh, sorry.

Maya! Hello!

What a wonderful surprise.

What are you doing here?

Camille gave me a ticket,

and as an actor it is my job
to attend social events

and study the many facets
of human behaviour.

Plus free food.

Yeah, there it is.

Beautiful, isn't it?

Mm-hmm.

Hmm.

It's a little showy
for my taste.

I mean, what are you going
to wear that with?

This is not an accessory.

This is high art.

The Manchester Necklace.

A series of flawless diamonds
perfectly set in symmetry.

Belonged to Katherine
Stansbury-Reed.

Heiress of the Stansbury
Steel Fortune.

Hmm.

She used her wealth
to commission

some of the most exquisite
pieces of jewelry

in historical record.

This was her most
cherished piece.

[phone buzzes]

I'm going to take
this outside, Gwendolyn.

Can I get you anything?

Uh, Champagne?

Of course.

You seem to know quite a bit
about this particular piece.

Katherine Stansbury-Reed
was my great grandmother.

Oh.

So why is that necklace under
glass in a fancy art gallery

and not around your neck?

[clears throat]

That's a very good question.

Excuse me.

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So how long do you think
he's going to want to, um...

Show off? I have no idea.

I ask because I have a gallery
full of patrons and...

I'll be fine here, Miss Addison.

I've got your security guard
to protect me.

Are you sure you don't mind?

Absolutely. Please.

Oh, great.

Thank you, thank you.

Oh!

I'm sorry, excuse me.

[camera shutter snaps]

[sighs]
Wow...

You can just feel her sadness.

Sadness?

She's alone at the table.

The building in the window
is actually just a reflection,

a memory of what she once had.

If you look at the coffee cup,
it's out of focus,

representing a present in which
she doesn't feel she belongs.

You have a remarkable eye
for detail.

It's Café Reflections,
one of my favourites.

Although, I have never
seen it in person.

Until tonight.

Well, I suppose I have James
Risand to thank for that.

You don't sound like you hold
Mr. Risand in very high esteem.

It'll be on display tonight

and then back to his
private collection.

Which is a shame, because
art is meant to inspire.

(Camille) Welcome everyone
to the Midnight Gallery.

[clears throat]

Tonight, we are honoured
to be chosen to celebrate

the remarkable, truly
extraordinary collection

of James Risand.

So, without further ado,

please join me in welcoming
the man of the hour,

Mr. James Risand.

[applause]

Uh, please.

[applause]

Thank you Camille, and thank you
all for joining us this evening.

Art tells our stories.

It connects us.

Preserving these treasures
has been my life's work.

With the help of
my brother Patrick,

it is my great privilege
to be their guardian.

[buzzing sound]

Uh, Camille, is this your subtle
way of getting me to wrap it up?

Not at all.

(Crowd) Oh, oh!

[screams]

♪ ♪

Are you okay?

[groans]

Oh no!

(Camille) What's happened?

We need an ambulance
at the Midnight Gallery.

Please hurry.

Are you all right?

[groans]

He said his name was White.

Mr. White. Can you tell me
what's wrong?

[pained]
I c-can't.

Paramedics are on the way.

[groans]

Watch your head.

[groans]

Woah, uh, what happened?

One of the guests collapsed.

Is he going to be okay?

He will be.

It was angina.

Luckily he had his nitroglycerin
pills with him.

Are you sure you don't want
to go to the hospital,

get a quick check?

I'm fine, just a little
embarrassed.

I seem to have gathered
quite a crowd.

[chuckles]

Thomas, I want to leave.

Okay.

(James) Mr. White, did you
come with anyone tonight?

Oh no, no.

Right now. Please.

We could get him in a car.

Thank you.

Great, okay.
Here we go.

Okay. Are you okay?

Watch your step.

Yeah, I got you.

Camille, should we
let him leave?

If he refuses treatment,
there's nothing we can do.

I'll be right back.

I should put this back
in the case.

I will help you.

See you soon.

Woah, woah, where's
everybody going?

I guess the event is over?

Why do I always miss out
on all the fun?

Not all of it.

What do you mean?

[Camille screams]
No!

What happened?

The Manchester Necklace.
It's gone.

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[camera shutter snaps]

Is this really necessary?

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Hmm.

Hello, Detective Acosta.

Miss Adams. Hi.

Hi.

Have you, have you really
looked at this?

It's... it's incredible.
It's amazing.

You know, you're very chipper
for a crime scene.

There's a reason for that.

Specifically eight reasons.

Nick is pulling all
the security footage,

and we should have our
necklace thief any minute.

How's the renovation
on the house going?

Um... You know,
it's uh...

Oh, that good, huh?

I had to call in some
reinforcements.

Oh.

Yeah. My uncle Luis,
he's going to come in,

taking a break from
his island retirement.

Does he know much
about construction?

I don't know.

But I figure that two heads
are better than one, right?

Yeah.

Hey um, I still haven't found a
decent cup of coffee anywhere.

Sorry?

In Willow Haven.

I've been here, what,
three months?

And nobody does coffee
New York style.

No one.

New York style?

The coffee here's just,
it's just too polite.

What do you mean?

Well, it just sits there
in the cup and just...

waits for you to drink it.

What do you want it to do?

I don't know, I... I like
a cup of coffee

that smacks me in the head
and says "hey, drink me."

Okay.

I'll get back to you on that.

Yeah?

Yeah.

I might have a lead for you.

Well, I hope somebody does,
because we've got a problem.

Hi, Allie.

Hi.

Security footage dropped out
for almost two minutes.

Take a wild guess when.

Our hit.

Yup.

Is there another angle?

Nope.

How does two minutes of security
footage just disappear?

With someone's help.

Yeah.

Tio!

There he is.

Willow Haven PD's
newest recruit.

Wish I was still working there.

[laughs]

It's good to see you.

Good to see you.

Hey, how's retirement?

Oh, palm trees, miles and miles
of sand and surf,

nothing to do but sit back
and relax.

Ah, you're going nuts.

It's a nightmare.

[laughs]

But I got you something.

Okay.

From the islands, huh?

Oh, wow.

[laughs]

Thanks.

You don't gotta thank me.

Okay...

Yikes.

Good to be here.

Thank you.

So this is your home, huh?

You're fixing it up.

Yeah. You know, I... I thought
I'd be a little further along

with the renovation by now,
but you know.

Well, what's left
on your to do list?

We got floors, walls,
gotta patch the roof.

Your roof leaks?

Only when it rains.

Uh, we got upstairs plumbing,
downstairs plumbing,

gotta retile both
of the bathrooms.

Anything crossed off your list?

I fixed the sink.

Okay, well uh, I gotta get
to work.

I'm glad you're here.

I'll bring us some dinner,

and you, uh, make yourself
right at home.

Mm-hmm.

[sighs]

[loud drip]

Thank you.

Hey, mom.

Hey honey.

Hey.

You okay?

I'm okay.

You need help with anything?

We're gonna be fine.

Okay.

[sighs]

Noah.

Hey.

Oh, hey.

Sorry, I meant to call you.

No, I came to check in.

I wanted to see
how you're doing.

Well, James Risand is holding
my mom personally responsible

for the burglary last night.

Well, I'm sure he has
insurance to cover it.

Well, money's not the problem,
okay.

The art community's very
small and he's threatening

to warn away artists from
displaying their pieces

at the gallery.

You know, my mom worked really
hard to earn the reputation

that she has, and just one word
from James Risand,

it could all be gone.

[snaps fingers]
Just like that.

Well, it's still early,
and the police have leads.

They are going to find
this necklace.

I hope so.

Because if they don't find it,

that means the gallery's
as good as closed.

Now, how does somebody steal
a necklace from a locked box?

They pick the lock?

Well, our display cases
need a special key,

and the lock's supposed to be
almost impossible to pick.

But not completely.

Not completely, yeah.

Who else knows about this key?

Well, it's me, my mom,
the security guard, and um...

And?

And somebody we should talk to.

We locked down the site and
all the guests were searched.

All of them?

Well no, there was a window
of time before we got there.

The event was invite only,
so there's a guest list.

Mm-hmm.

But we already have
all the names on it.

Mmkay.

Well, let's check
in with Risand.

See if there's anyone on
his radar with an interest

in the necklace.

On it.

Oh, and when you go through
that list,

let's start with the guest

with the conveniently
timed heart attack.

You got it, Chief.

Do you want this open or closed?

I don't care.

Leave it open for the air,
you know.

Yeah.

Miss Addison told us you were
given the gallery security key?

I was.

We removed an item from
one of the display cases.

A dagger, at James's request.

Did it ever leave
your possession?

I returned it to her
right after I used it.

The security guard at
the gallery was with me

the entire time.

Was he?

Mm-hmm.

We spoke with him,

but he can't seem to confirm
your whereabouts

after the lights went out.

But I can.

Patrick was right beside me
during the theft.

The landscapers are waiting
to be paid.

Will there be anything else?

I think we're good.

Sure.

Detectives.

As you are no doubt aware,
every moment that passes

takes the Stansbury-Reed
necklace farther from reach,

which causes me to wonder

why you are currently
here in my home,

questioning my own brother
when time is of the essence?

Well, seeing there's
no eyewitnesses,

we needed to broaden our line
of questioning.

Room full of people
and no one saw a thing.

Unbelievable.

Uh, please. Not so close.

That's fourth century
Macedonian.

Mr. Risand, the insurance
adjuster is on the phone.

[sighs]

Um, my assistant Rebecca
will provide you

with whatever information
you need.

Anything at all,
you can have it.

Detective Acosta.

Yes?

That necklace, it's, um,
one of a kind.

Irreplaceable.

I must have it back.

We're on it.

Don't touch.

Yep. Yep. No touching.

[whispers]
What are you doing?
Stop!

Fourth Century.

Don't touch.

Griff Rickard worked as a
security guard for six months

at the gallery,
always came in late,

always fell asleep on the job,
so my mom fired him.

So, he would know the layout
of the gallery.

Security features, blind spots.

Yeah, an opportunity
to make some money

and ruin my mom's reputation?

This, this is our guy.

So what's your plan?

You just going to go up there

and see if he stole
the necklace?

Hey, I can tell when people
are lying to me.

Oh, that's a great idea.

Thank you.

I have a better one.

He had motive.

Let's find out if
he had opportunity.

Hi.

Uh, I'm looking
for Griff Richards?

Rickard.

I'm here to take the new
badge photo.

I wasn't told anything
about new badges.

It's just like management.

Sorry, don't have time today.

Okay, well, if you could just
let your boss know

that I won't be able to get back
in here for another three weeks.

Hopefully he won't be too mad,

I know he was very eager to get
this done quickly.

You know,

[laughs]

Um, I can spare a minute.

Perfect.

I... I can just take it right
here if you stand up.

[clears throat]

Is here all right?

Yeah, just move over a little?

And then back up
just a little bit.

Perfect.

[shutter snaps repeatedly]

Hey, Griff, we need you
at the boat launch.

Just taking the new badge photo.

What new badge photo?

What was your name again?

Um...

[alarm siren blaring]

Alarm on dock three!

[alarm siren blaring]

♪ ♪

[breathing heavily]

Took you long enough.

You try finding a boat
with an alarm on it.

People are too trusting
these days.

Griff was on shift that night,
4:00 to midnight.

Okay, well, it doesn't mean
he was there,

it just means he was
supposed to be.

Right, but as far as alibis go,
it's a pretty good one.

I'm not saying he's not our guy,

I'm just saying maybe we want
to cast a wider net.

Well, with nearly 100 guests,
artists and caterers?

We're gonna need a big net.

Are you sure this is the place?

22.

Yup.

[knocking at door]

Mr. White.
Willow Haven PD.

[knocks harder]

Hello?

Mr. White?

You know the gallery event
was 1,000 bucks a head.

This isn't exactly the house
of a high roller.

Well, if it is, he certainly
didn't spend

any money on landscaping.

[laughs]
You're telling me.

Hold on.

Ma'am?

Hi, excuse me.

Hmm?

Are you from around here?

Mm-hmm.

Uh, four houses down.

The Craftsman with
the green shutters.

Do you know Arthur White?

Doesn't ring a bell.

Are you sure?

'Cause he lives right here.

Um...

No one's lived in that house
for years.

Yup.

Big smile...

[shutter snaps]

There we go.

Margaret, how many years
have I shot your photo

for the university yearbook?

Since I became provost.

Do you think it's time

that maybe we try something...
different?

Different?

Yeah, you know, a little...
less buttoned up?

I don't know.

I want to put a good
foot forward.

Well, what makes a better
first impression

than a little personality?

Why don't you try living
a little dangerously?

♪ ♪

That's the spirit.

Woah.

What is this?

Oh, I thought maybe if I laid
out the photos from the event,

it'd give us a timeline.

I mean, the security camera
stopped rolling, but you didn't.

Good.

So, where do we start?

Good morning.

Aren't you two a little old
for collages?

[laughs]

We're viewing photos
from the gallery.

Trying to narrow down suspects.

Ah.

We're trying to catch a thief.

Well, then you should
start here.

Why? Who's this?

It's the woman who took
the necklace.

And you know this how?

She was eyeing that necklace
all night.

She said it was
a family heirloom.

Did you happen to catch a name?

Uh, Gwendolyn?

Noah. Can your mom get us a copy
of the guest list?

Yeah.

Mr. White's invitation was sent
to that abandoned house.

He needed it in hand to get
into the event that night.

Yeah?

Mr. White is most likely
an alias.

Most likely.

Which means that our person
of interest has a name

that we don't know and an
address that we don't have.

Mm-hmm.

We gotta find out who
picked up that letter.

And how he got on the guest list
in the first place.

Right.

[elevator ding]

Oh, no.

Good to see you.

Hey.

No, no, no, no, no...

Luis!

- How are you Nick?
- How are you, bro?

Good to see you, man.

You too.

Alright.

Hey, hi, yeah, what are you...

what are you doing here?

I brought you lunch.

Okay.

Acosta.

Yeah?

Sorry, force of habit.

[laughs]

Chief.

You calling in backup?

No, no, no, he... uh...
he... he's... he's just leaving.

You're leaving, right?

Mr. Acosta, nice to see you.

Great to see you too, Chief.

Okay.

Forensics get us any leads
on the gallery thief?

Uh, not yet.

The display case had a bunch
of prints on it,

so we're gonna run it through
our system

and see what we can pull up.

Burglary.

Uh, actually, a necklace
was stolen

from the Midnight Gallery.

Even if it is White,
he'd need an accomplice

to get into the security room.

Only two people have cards.

Yes, Miss Addison
and the security guard.

That's it.

Either card left unattended?

On them at all times.

You check in with Carmichael?

Uh... Who?

Carmichael.

Gavin Carmichael.

We picked him up more than once
for pick pocketing.

Cleanest lifts you have
ever seen.

Until he graduated
to grand theft,

serving three years
in state prison.

Two with good behaviour.
So odds are that he is...

On parole.

Got a point.

Huh.

You got something for me?

Yeah. An apple.

Ah.

[laughs]

Really missed you, buddy

Follow the lady.

Jokers don't pay, keep
your eyes on the queen,

could be your lucky day.

Place your bet, pal.

You sure?

Last chance.

Aw.

Too bad.

You'll get 'em next time.

Who else wants to try
their luck?

I'll give it a shot.

Step right up.

Excuse me.

Could you help me find
the Sinclair Museum?

I seem to have got myself
turned around a little bit.

Of course.

It's on here somewhere.

Keep those eyes on the prize.

So.

What'll it be?

A moment of your time.

[sighs]

♪ ♪

Oh, there.

Could take a bridge...

No, no, no. It's over here,
actually.

Highland is a little busy
this time of day,

you're better off taking Hunter.

♪ ♪

Hunter?

Well, where's Hunter?

Excuse me a moment.

[grunts]

Ow, my arm!

Told you he'd run.

Move it!

[breathlessly]
You got him.

Okay.

Got the guest list.

Ooh.

But no Gwendolyn on it.

I was at home watching the game.

Yeah, that was a tough break
for the Sox.

Thought they could pull it off.

They did.

Walk off homer in the 9th.

Yeah.

So you were home all night?

Can anyone confirm this?

My wife, Sherry.

She got off her shift at 6:00,

was there until she left
in the morning.

Have you ever heard of Midnight?

The time?

No. The, uh, the art gallery.

Somebody pulled a job,
stole a necklace.

Look, I don't do that anymore.

Learned my lesson.

Got a wife, a job,
flying straight.

Really?

Then why you pulling a cards
game in the park?

It's not like I keep any
of the money.

No?

No. I give it all to
the animal shelter.

It's like Robin Hood.

Only with dogs.

Yeah, something like that.

So tell me, why'd you run?

Old habits die hard.

Sure do.

Solid alibi.

Checks in with his parole
officer twice a month.

But you're not quite ready
to write him off yet.

It fits his MO.

Be nice to put him in the area.

I think I might know someone
who can help.

Everything we shot that night.

Oh, thank you very much.

Any leads?

Uh, a few.

Like?

Why are you fishing?

Natural curiosity.

You know what they say.
Curiosity killed the cat.

Yes, but satisfaction
brought it back.

Everybody forgets that part.

That's good.

Yeah. I'm just trying to help.

Oh, you've helped enough.

Thank you.

So you know about the former
Midnight guard,

with an axe to grind and access
to the security layout.

Griff Rickard. Yes.

We got his alibi this morning.

Confirmed?

[laughs]

You know what, are
you free on Saturday?

Saturday...

Oh.

Yeah, you promised me coffee.

Uh, right.

Yeah.

So Saturday.

You can pick the place.

Okay.

Okay.

See you then.

Hey.

That was Detective Acosta,
right?

Uh-huh.

Any progress on the case?

Leads, clues, anything?

I think I got a date.

Huh?

I thought I just heard you say
you think you got a date.

♪ ♪

Can you get me my phone?

Huh.

Thanks, Margaret.

Her name is Gwendolyn Cox.

Why wasn't she
on the guest list?

Maybe she was a plus one.

Found her.

She's a contracts lawyer
who works downtown.

Wow.

Stanford, Rhodes Scholar,
Greenpeace.

Not really the resume
of a thief.

Yeah, but maybe
this might explain it.

While researching the necklace,

I found out that Risand
purchased it

at an auction last spring.

The bidding got pretty nasty,

I'm going to give you one guess
who he beat out.

Okay, so...

Risand steals the necklace
from under Gwendolyn.

She steals it back.

Yeah, but how does she
get it out?

Everybody was searched.

No, not entirely.

Gwendolyn and her date left
with Mr. White

before anyone knew
the necklace was missing.

Do we have a name for her date?

She might have one for us.

Ooh, that's him, that's him.

Well, no caption, no tags,
no name.

I think I have another way.

[loud Mexican dance music]
♪ ♪

[loud Mexican dance music]
♪ ♪

♪ Pa, pa, pa, pa... ♪

♪ ♪

[turns off radio]

It's 5:00AM.

I thought I'd let you sleep in.

How do you like your eggs?

[loud Mexican dance music resumes]
♪ ♪

[sighs]

♪ ♪

♪ Pa, pa, pa, pa, pa... ♪

Hello.

What can I get you boys?

Five minutes of your time.

If you can spare it.

Of course.

Is Gavin Carmichael
your husband?

Yes.

Was Gavin with you
on Friday night?

Around 10:00PM?

Uh, yes. He was.

Is... is my husband
in some kind of trouble?

Not yet.

No.

No trouble.

He mentioned you two stayed in.

Watched some movies.

Is that true?

Um, um, maybe.

When I went to bed, he was still
watching the game.

Great. Thank you.

Watching the game.

Their stories line up.

Well, he could've got
to her first.

Guess we'll have to keep
an eye on her.

♪ ♪

It's me.

We need to talk.

I only have two months to live.

But Cynthia I cannot live
without you.

Her date was Thomas Wake.

Wait, she told you that?

No, I had a friend run
his plates.

Ooh, the cute cop?

No, what... we're not...
he would never.

It's a private eye friend.

I shot his author's photo
for his true crime novel.

Okay, so Thomas Wake.

Yes.

Two years ago,

he sold his start-up tech
company for millions.

Then he wouldn't need to steal
a necklace.

Except he lost half of it
in bad investments

and the other half
at the roulette table.

So we think he helped her?

Or maybe he was just a patsy.

A way for her to get in.

But he'd gain a lot from
stealing that necklace, so...

There's only one way
to find out.

♪ ♪

[buzzer]

[buzzer]

[buzzer]

[sighs]

Okay, maybe nobody's home?

Well, his car's in the driveway.

Okay, this is the type
of house of somebody

who has at least three cars.

Fine. Maybe he's dodging us.

[car engine rumbling]

Hi, hi.

I was hoping you could help us.

Uh, we are from
Best Homes Magazine,

and we are doing a piece
on Mr. Wake's house,

and he was supposed to meet
us here for a photo shoot,

but he's not answering.

Best Homes?

Mm-hmm, yeah.
I'm the photographer.

See?

Mr. Wake didn't tell me anything
about this.

You know, I think it's
'cause he's so modest,

he just didn't want
to say anything.

Modest? Mr. Wake?

[laughs]

Now I know you're lying.

Get out of here before
I call the police.

Best Homes Magazine?

It usually works.

Okay, we need a better
cover story.

Okay, fine.

Overeager real estate agents.

Or?

Lost tourists.

Yes, and we could have accents.

Yeah, no don't do that.

What? I am fantastic
with accents.

[in French accent]
Bonjour, Monsieur Addison.

No.

[gasps]

Hey, hey, hey, hey!

Okay. Now what?

Okay, so we're going to go
to the door and...

And?

I don't know, I don't know.

I just kind of make this up
as I go along, okay?

[loud scream]

What?

Hello?

Um, hey, lady?

You okay?

Yeah, I don't hear anything.

She sounded like she was
in trouble.

We should go.

Noah?

♪ ♪

Oof!

- Wha?
- Shh...

[whispering] Okay, you go this
way, and I'll go over here.

Okay.

Hello?

♪ ♪

Is everything okay?

Don't go in the kitchen!

What?

Mr. Wake.

What about Mr. Wake?

He's dead.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Miss Adams.

Do I want to know why you're
at another crime scene?

Probably not.

You guys call it in?

We were here when the maid
found him.

What happened?

Blunt trauma to the back
of the head.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Miss Phillips is heading
back to the station

to give her statement.

I guess we're lucky she didn't
clean up half the crime scene

before she spotted the body.

No, seems like someone
beat her to it.

We're having problems
getting prints off anything.

Great.

Well, we're going to need
a statement.

Officer?

Oh, I don't know anything.

Well then, it won't take
too long.

You too, my friend.

- What, me?
- Yep.

Officer?

Ma'am, this is an active
crime scene.

I can't have you here.

I know.

I've got something I think
you might want to see.

My security camera sees
the front of his house.

Here.

I can't make out who it is,
but...

She was only in the house
five minutes.

But didn't ask the taxi to wait.

Like she wasn't expecting
to leave so soon.

I went through the rest
of the night,

no one else came through.

At least not through
the front door.

Hey, can you back up
a few frames?

Okay.

Can forensics get a clearer
picture of that?

You don't have to.

You can't be here.

I know who that is.

♪ ♪

So how long were you two dating?

Two months.

We met at an auction.

We both bid on
the same painting,

I won, he bought dinner.

Nice.

I just don't know why anyone
would want to hurt him.

You attended the Midnight
Gallery event together?

He was invited.

And you?

I was his plus one.

Thomas know...
knew Patrick Risand.

They went to school together.

You know, we have
security footage

of you leaving his house
that night.

You seem to be in quite a hurry.

It's not what you think.

What do I think?

That I killed him.

- Did you?
- No!

I loved him.

Then why'd you send
the taxi away?

We had planned on having a late
dinner after the event.

He promised me that he was
going to cook for me.

But when we got back
to his house, he was... cold.

It was very confusing.

It was like he was
a different person.

Did you get in a fight?

He told me that he was no longer
interested in seeing me,

that it had been a mistake.

He asked me to leave, so I did.

You believe her?

That he broke her heart?
Yeah, she was convincing.

Also a good reason
for a quick exit.

Yeah, and a motive for murder.

And a motive for murder.

The Great Jewel Heist?

Every good mystery needs a name.

No, we're not calling it that.

I think it's catchy.

I voted for The Case of
the Purloined Necklace.

Okay, you are not helping.

Maya, why is your picture
on the board?

'Cause I'm part of
the mystery now?

Um, it was from two years ago
when I auditioned

for a local production of
The Hound of the Baskervilles.

Mm.

Did you get it?

Still waiting to hear.

Oh, uh... how'd it go
with Thomas?

He talk?

Nope.

He's dead.

Oh.

(Maya) I guess he's off
the board.

Well, he was alive when
the necklace was stolen.

Do you think they're related?

I don't know.

But somebody on
that board knows.

Aard... Aardvark.

Aardvark.

What do you got?

Finally got to the guest list,

checking against
criminal histories.

Mostly speeding tickets,
but one did jump out.

Mr. Clint Baxter.

No criminal file, but get this.

He was the person of interest
in two larceny cases

in the last three years.

Really.

Mm-hmm.

Well, maybe we should pay
Mr. Baxter a little visit.

All right.

Wow. Nice boat.

Yeah.

30 footer?

31.

[whistles]

That must've set you back.

Well, I married well,
and divorced better.

[laughs]

Something I can help you
gentlemen with?

Willow Haven PD.

Just wanted to ask you
a couple questions

about the Midnight Gallery
art show.

Can I offer you gentlemen
a drink?

No, thank you.

I'll take one.

Last December, you were
sought after in connection

to a piece of stolen artwork
from the Heinsberg Museum.

Yeah.

Wrong place, wrong time.

Huh.

Had a couple of those, huh?

Yep.

But you were also questioned in
the theft of a diamond necklace

from a private collection?

And cleared on both.

I travel in wealthy circles,
gentlemen.

They tend to surround themselves
with valuable things.

I hope you're not suggesting
I had something to do

with the missing necklace.

No.

But you were at the gallery
the night it was stolen.

I was also there after,

where I was frisked by one of
your men, very thoroughly.

Mr. Baxter, is everything
all right?

I do believe the officers
were just leaving.

Yes, we're just leaving.

Leaving.

Appreciate it.

I don't know how you do things
in New York,

but in Willow Haven, we
don't drink on the clock.

This isn't for me.

I figured the lab might want
a fresh set of prints.

And now we'll just reschedule
the photo...

Detective Acosta!

How do you, how do you get
this kind of detail?

Um, it's just a wide aperture

and then you select a focal
point in the background.

I'm gonna go get some coffee.

You want anything?

No, no, I'm good.

Alright.

[whispers urgently]
The board!

What about you, man?

I'm okay.

All right.

I'm gonna be five minutes.

Make that 10.

You ever show any of these
at the gallery?

No, but Camille wants me
to submit to her showcase,

so when I have the right
picture, I will.

Hey, Allie?

Mm-hmm?

I already saw it.

Is this the part where
you tell me to leave

the investigating to you?

Is this the part where
you pretend

that you didn't hear
what I said?

[sighs]

Sorry, look.

I... I just came
to check in on you.

You know, walking up on
a crime scene like that,

it's, uh, it's a lot.

Emotionally.

Is it normal for cops to come

and check in on people's
wellbeing?

I'm not here as a cop.

I'll put it away.

I'm just here as a, as a friend.

Thanks.

Um. No, I'm good, we're good.

Thank you.

Good, and um, I just think maybe
I should give you my number,

in case you...

Oh no, I have it.

Okay. Yeah, so...

It's just nice to know
that I can use it.

I am going to see my way out.

Patrick Risand.

James's brother.

I did some digging into their
family history...

And we found out that they've
been locked in a legal battle

for years after their parents
passed away.

Yeah, the family estate
was worth millions

and they left it all to James.

Wow.

That's gotta sting.

But Patrick works with James.

Eh, for him.

As a peace offering,

Patrick was given a role
in his brokerage firm.

And my mom said that Patrick
had the security key that night.

Well, he was standing next
to James when it happened.

I saw him.

Mm, maybe he gave it to someone?

Okay, so. Younger brother
with an axe to grind

steals older brother's most
prized possession.

Patrick manages the family's
property, Tupper Estate.

Tupper Estate.

Tupper's the name
on the mother's side.

No, no, no.

I know Tupper Estate
we've shot weddings there.

It's beautiful.

Too bad you're not shooting
one now.

♪ ♪

Mr. Risand will be
with you shortly.

Thank you.

May I offer you anything
to drink?

Some water, some soda?

Oh, I'm okay. Thank you.

Oh, well I'll get...

[sharply]
No, we're good.

Yes, we're good.

Oh, these are beautiful.
You shoot any of these?

I don't know, probably.

The Rogers-Carter wedding.

Peters-Bishop wedding.

Oh. He was at the gallery
that night.

Oh. Well, who's he?

I don't know, but I recognize
his face.

(James) This was your
responsibility.

(Patrick) I, I understand.

(James) I don't care
that you understand.

After what happened
the other night,

tell me again why I should
trust you.

[clears throat]

I apologize for the wait.

Oh no, you're fine.

I know you, don't I?

Um, Allie Adams.

Of course.

You were at the gallery the
other night at James's show.

Yeah, I was. I...
I was.

So now you're going
to be photographing

the Fisher-Manning wedding.

Exactly, yes.

Um, and thank you
for making time for us.

We have a client with
a lot of specific needs

that we would like
to accommodate.

Happy to help.

Question. I... I recognize him.
Is this Ryan Sullivan?

No.

Clint Baxter.

Oh.

My mistake, it could
be his twin.

As you can see, he's a bit
of a bon vivant.

He never met a social circle
he couldn't charm his way into.

You don't seem
particularly charmed.

He stole something
very precious from me.

My fiancée.

Their marriage didn't last long,
and after they got divorced

he took half her fortune, so I
suppose I got the last laugh.

[laughs]

Yeah, that's the spirit.

So, where would you like
to begin?

Noah, can you pull up the specs
for the wedding?

Yeah.

Just gotta download the file
from the cloud.

What's the wi-fi password here?

Um...

It is amazing what you can get
from somebody's phone

when you're connected
to the same network.

That's scary.

(Noah) I thought she was
his assistant.

[car engine starts]

(Noah) No cell phone calls,
no emails.

No messages to the police
or his insurance company.

Or his brother.

You got all of this from tapping
into his wi-fi?

Suddenly I feel like locking
my phone in a drawer

for the rest of my life.

He didn't make any phone calls
after 10:15.

Which is when the necklace
was stolen.

His brother's priceless antique
goes missing

and he doesn't make
a single phone call.

Maya lost her favourite
purple sweater last week

and called me like 50 times.

Okay, it goes with everything!

Maybe he was in shock.

Maybe he wasn't.

Chief.

Sam. Gavin Carmichael's file.

Already checked it out.
Got his alibi.

Take a look at
the arrest report.

The one that sent him away?

No, his first offence,
two years ago.

He was nabbed for pick-pocketing
by the marina.

(Chief Dunn) The victim.

(Sam) Thomas Wake.

Mm-hmm.

[sighs]

I'm on it.

He's not budging from his alibi.

At his house all night.

At the time of the theft,
and later for the murder.

You buying it?

I don't know.

When I told him Thomas Wake
was dead,

he actually looked surprised.
Spooked.

[Mexican dance music]
♪ ♪

I think this is water damage.

You gotta call someone in,
check for mold.

How much to take care
of something like that?

Well, if you got mold
in that wall,

you don't clean it up.

You knock it down.

You know, is it still considered

a fixer-upper if you don't
fix anything?

[laughs]

[message alert]

Good news?

Uh, yeah, yeah.

Just, you know, following
up something.

Hey. Sam.

How's that Midnight case
coming along?

It's good.

You know, I could take a
look at it if you want
some fresh eyes on it.

No, no, no, no, no, no.

Hey. I got it.
Thank you.

All right.

I think it's time
for the new faucet.

Okay.

I think it's in a box
in the living room.

Mmm, okay.

♪ ♪

Hey, you find it?

I found this.

Gabrielle Russell.

Now you told me you stepped
away from this case, Sam.

You said that you left New York

because you wanted to have
a fresh start.

Yeah, I do.

Then why are you bringing
the past with you?

Where did you find that?

In one of those boxes.

Probably got mixed up
in the move.

I don't know.

You know what, Sam?
We all got our failures.

But you can't carry them
with you forever.

[phone rings]

Acosta.

Yeah, I'll be right in.

Mr. Risand was going through
his correspondence.

He thought you might like
to see these.

So, what exactly
am I looking at?

Twenty-six emails, all offers
on the necklace,

with increasing hostility.

Really.

Gwendolyn Cox.

She wanted that necklace.

Made it very clear she wouldn't
stop until she got it.

Sure looks like it.

[sighs]

We've got Gwendolyn Cox at
two crime scenes in one night.

What are the odds that
she's tied up in one?

Or both.

Maybe the motive for
Thomas Wake's murder

wasn't heartbreak, hmm?

Maybe he found out about the
necklace and threatened to tell?

Or he's working with her,

and we've got ourselves a good
old-fashioned double cross.

You don't understand, Phillip.

I've got nothing to lose.

Nothing but my heart.

[sobs]

Um, I could try it a different
way, if you like?

No, I think we got it.

Okay.

It says here you know
how to ballroom dance.

Mm-hmm.

It does say that, yes.

We're going to have you read
opposite the actor

we've cast as the grandfather.

Oh. Sure.

[clears throat]

And where is my mark?

Oh yes.

Oh, hello.

[laughs]

So your name isn't White.

Alexander Bricky.
The Third.

He responded to a casting call

for the role of "wealthy man
about town."

Well within my range.

I played Torvald in the Cook
County Players' production

of A Doll's House.

Met with rave reviews.

So you didn't think it was weird
that you were being asked

to fake a heart attack?

I don't fake anything.

Acting is a craft.

He thought the gallery
was doing performance art.

He assumed they were in on it.

A live immersive experience
is the way it was described.

By who? Who hired you?

Oh. A woman.

Did you get her name?

She may have said,
I don't recall.

All right, well do you have
any sort of documentation,

like a pay stub or a contract?

Oh, nothing like that.

I got paid in cash.

I'm afraid that's all
I remember.

Oh, there was one other thing.

She had a tattoo on her wrist.

What was it of?

I don't know.

Well, could you draw it?

What I mean is,
I couldn't see it.

It was covered up.

So you saw a tattoo
that wasn't there.

I've been doing theatre
for nearly 40 years.

I know stage makeup
when I see it.

[scoffs]

Are you all like that?

(Allie laughs)

What?

(Luis laughs)
Yes.

(Allie)
Ohhh.

(Luis) And so, I pull back
the covers,

and right there is a lizard
in the bed.

No!

Yes!

[laughs]
Oh, no.

[clears throat]

Sam. It's about time
you got home.

Um, what are you doing here?

Are you kidding me?
This is your uncle?

You know my uncle Luis?

Yes!

Of course, 'cause you live
in Willow Haven.

Allie has been shooting all
the station's Christmas parties

for years.

Of course.

Luis makes an excellent elf.

How nice.

Mm-hmm.

Coffee's almost ready.

Sam, why don't you show Allie
what you've done with the place?

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

Um, okay.

I'll show you the living room.

Let's just go this way
and I'll show you.

[under his breath]
Come on.

So yeah, um, if we just... this
is... this is the living room.

Oh, new paint.

Yeah, it's getting there.

Right.

Oh. This is interesting.

Yeah, that's actually
from my Uncle Luis.

He brought it from
"the islands."

I have a friend who's
an interior decorator

if you need her number.

No, no. I... I got this.
I'm good.

So, why exactly are you here?

Oh.

Please meet Mr. Bricky.

Okay.

He's an actor.

Mostly regional theatre,
but he also does commercials.

And I care about this why?

Because you may know him
better as Mr. White,

and because he was hired
to fake a heart attack

during the Risand theft.

Wait, hired?

Mm-hmm.

He doesn't know the name
of the woman who set it up,

but she did have a tattoo
on her wrist.

That right there is
a bona fide lead.

"Yes, Allie, you're amazing.
I can't believe you did that."

I don't know how
I did it either.

Okay...

All right, here we are.
Steaming hot.

Okay. Where's yours?

You know I hate coffee.

So?

Okay, uh, well um, I should
definitely not be saying this,

at least not officially.

Nice work.

[mugs clink]

Thank you, Detective.

Thank you, Miss Adams.

Hmm.

Remember that thing I said
about New York coffee?

Mm-hmm.

This ain't it.
Mm-mm, nope.

All right, what's a six-letter
word for aperitif?

Sherry Lane.

Sherry Lane. Doesn't fit.

No, no, no. Sherry Lane.

That was five years ago.

You know her as
Sherry Carmichael.

Nabbed for shoplifting
at Riverside Mall.

Tattoos.

Mm-hmm.

Guess we gotta head back
to the bar.

Okay. Thanks for
all your help.

The manager says Sherry called
off her shift today.

She got a number?

Sure does, and he's happy
to give it to us

when we come back
with a warrant.

Let's get out of here.

Please reconsider.

You have my personal
reassurance that...

[sighs]

I understand. Yes.

Goodbye.

That's the third exhibitor
to back out today.

Our entire winter schedule.

I've hired additional security,
installed new cameras.

Camille, I'm so sorry.

I opened this gallery when
Noah was still in diapers.

It's always been my dream.

And now it could all go away.

Miss Addison. Hi, Daniel Drake
from The Gazette.

We met the other night.

I was hoping I could ask you
a few questions

about that burglary.

I'm sorry, I have no comment
at this time.

Please excuse me.

Okay.

Uh, listen.

When she is ready to sit down,
she can reach me at this number.

You just don't give up, do you?

As a matter of fact, no I don't.

Well, Camille is a friend
of mine.

So I would appreciate it if
you just left her alone, okay?

Okay.

But as a friend,

you should let her know
that James Risand

has not been shy
with his comments.

So either she controls
the story, or he will.

[phone rings]

Excuse me.

Yeah.

Wait, are you sure?

I mean, I don't know, it's just
it's hard to move, but...

Yeah, okay, yeah, yeah.
Give it to me, give it to me.

Yeah, yeah, okay.
Okay. I got it.

Okay, bye.

♪ ♪

Sam. There's someone here
to see you.

Who?

[sighs]

We just want to thank you
very much for coming in.

It really shows some good faith.

Sure does.

And we, we want to help you
and make it as easy as possible.

I appreciate that.

Of course.

All our cards are
out on the table.

We know about Mr. White
and how he was hired

for the art show and given
very specific instructions.

We want to help you get
the best deal with the DA.

Deal?

A deal, guaranteed.

But he's going to want
a signed confession.

I'm, I'm not here to confess.

You're not?

No. I... I didn't do
anything wrong.

Oh, you think I did
something wrong.

Do you...

Do you recognize this man?

No, no, you have the wrong idea.

Okay well then,
give us the right one.

Yeah.

Why did you come in?

[sighs]

I told you the truth when I said
I saw Gavin on Friday evening.

I worked a double
the night before,

and I went to bed at 8:00.

He was still home
when I went to sleep.

But I can't confirm
that he stayed there.

What, you think he left?

I don't know.

I mean, he said he didn't,
but he also promised

that he'd stop the card games
in the park.

And that was a lie.

I have made a lot of mistakes,

but I've tried really hard
to fix them.

So where's Gavin right now?

He called out from work and
he's not answering his phone.

It's like he just disappeared.

Sam. This came
for you.

From the coroner's office.

Wow.

I didn't think that we'd
get Wake's autopsy report

until next week.

Not Cooke County.
Manhattan District.

Right.

Thank you.

I'm just looking
into an old cold case.

The Assistant DA?

New York City cop drops
everything

and comes to Willow Haven,
you have some questions.

It's a tough one, huh?

Yeah.

Her name was Gabrielle Russell.
She was prosecuting a case.

These... these thugs
with mafia links

knocked over some
convenience store.

Should've been a slam dunk,
right?

She wanted to go
for the big fish.

Wanted to flip 'em, which
made everybody nervous.

She never... never
made it to trial.

Her car was found at the bottom
of an embankment.

Brake lines were cut.

We never found a body.

There were no witnesses,

the water washed away
any physical evidence.

Once the leads ran cold,

the department just closed
the case and that was it.

But not for you.

Nick, she dedicated
her life to justice.

And I couldn't even
get that for her.

Three Jane Does show up,
I pull some strings,

get the files and that's
what that's about.

Hey, we all have those cases.

Yeah, well this one's different.

Trust me.

I know.

[sighs]

Hi.

Detective Acosta.

Hi.

I wanted to speak to you
in person.

I tried calling your house,

but your uncle said you
were still at work.

Okay, well.

What can I do for you?

No, it's not what you
can do for me,

it's what I can do for you.

Allie. You gotta stop.

Look, this is all my fault,
okay?

I... I encouraged it,

but I should've stopped it
a long time ago.

You cannot be involved
in any of this.

Oh well, it's a little late
for that.

This isn't a game, Allie.

We're likely dealing with some
serious career criminals.

Dangerous people.

I can take care of myself.

Well, a man is dead.

See, I thought that this is
what we did.

You know, you and me together.
We help each other out.

Kind of like partners.

No.

No.

No, no, no, no, no.

You and me?
We're not partners.

Look, if you want to help, then
drop it and let me do my job.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

[gasps]

Busy place tonight, huh?

What are you doing here?

Well, I could ask you
the same thing.

I'm just following up on a lead.

Uh-huh, uh-huh.
And where'd you get this lead?

It's confidential.

Right.

That dock is 50 feet away.

You'll be lucky to get anything

other than a blurry face
with that lens.

[scoffs]

This isn't my first stakeout.

So what are we waiting for?

You know, I've been asking
myself that very same thing

since the moment we met.

No, I mean, what is happening
on dock three at 10:00PM?

I got a tip.

With such a high-profile
necklace,

there's very few players capable
of fencing it under the radar.

And you didn't think to bring
this to the police?

Well, I don't make a habit
of burning my sources.

Besides, the police can read
all about it

in the afternoon edition.

If your guy shows up.

No, no. Not if.

When.

She has this infuriating habit

of just showing up
at crime scenes.

[sighs]

It's like she can't just leave
well enough alone.

If I didn't know any better,

I'd think she was actively
seeking out trouble.

Sounds like someone I know.

No, no, no, no, no.
It's different, okay?

It's my job.

Allie's smart.

You're just not giving her
enough credit.

I'm just trying to protect her.

By pushing her away.

By pushing everyone away.

It's going to be a lonely ride
if you do.

[deep sigh]
Eleven o'clock.

I guess they got cold feet?

Or I got bad information.

Let's go.

I'm sorry your lead fizzled out.

Well, it wasn't a total loss.

How do you figure?

Good company.

Hey, are you free
tomorrow night?

For another stakeout?

No.

For a date.

Oh.

Yeah, yeah, you're,
you're seeing somebody.

Of course you are.

No, no.

You know, it's just
kinda complicated.

Yeah, no, no, no, no.
I get it, I get it.

Listen, this has been fun.

Goodnight.

[car engine revs]

My phone.

[gasps]

♪ ♪

Thought I heard something.

Kill the light, will you?

♪ ♪

Come on.

[camera shutter snaps]

[dialling]

[camera shutter snaps]

[gasp]

Would you stop doing that?

Isn't it a little late to be
taking pictures?

[message alert]

[grunts]

Well, looks like we've got
ourselves a party crasher.

She's the girl from
the security company.

No.

She's the wedding photographer.

So which one is it?

Both, actually. I like
to multitask.

What are you doing out here?

I was taking pictures
of the water.

Well, sometimes people don't
like having their picture taken.

Gerard will be here soon.

He might take off
if he sees her.

What do you suggest we do?

Well, I suggest that
we take care of her.

Woah. I didn't sign up for that.

Oh, let... let... let's not
be hasty about this.

I'm sure there's another way.

Sure.

Ask Thomas if there's
another way.

No loose ends.

I cleaned up one mess,
I'll clean up another.

Hello.

You said there'd be three.

She's no one.

Thanks.

Shut up.

Show him.

Hmm, nice.

Very, very nice.

[grunts]

[groans]

Get the necklace!

Grab her, grab her!!!

She saw our faces! Split up!

♪ ♪

Amateurs.

[panting]

[screams]

Going somewhere?

Help!

You can scream all you want.

See, the security guard's
with us.

Police!

Hands where I can see 'em.

Well, looks like
we've found ourselves

in quite a complicated
situation, officer.

Not really.

Just let her go.

Good idea.

[screams]

Allie!

♪ ♪

Come back when the tide's low.

Hey. Where's the necklace?

Where.... where's the girl?

Swimming.

Let's get out of here
before more cops show up.

Police?

Drop your weapon,
hands in the air.

Why don't you drop yours?

Because it'll scratch,
and the Commish gets upset

if we damage city property.

Don't make me ask you again.

You know it's three against one.

I like those odds.

Better count again.

Told ya.

Drop it.

[sirens wailing]

(Police) Over here!

Around back!

Allie!

Allie, Allie,
Allie, Allie, Allie!

What?

You okay?

I'm fine, I'm just cold.

I thought you were...

♪ ♪

I was on the varsity swim team.

[laughs]

Okay.

Okay, we should go.

We should go.

I... I want my lawyer.

♪ ♪

[yawns]

[panicked]
I'll tell you anything
you want to know!

(Sam) When Patrick Risand
decided to steal his brother's

prized possession,
the first call he made
was to Clint Baxter.

Baxter had a reputation
of delivering

complicated acquisitions,
because you can't put

professional thief
on a business card.

His next call was
to Thomas Wake,

an old schoolmate desperate
for a financial boost.

And with her relentless
pursuit of the necklace,

they found a perfect one
in Gwendolyn Cox.

Thomas recruits Gavin Carmichael
to lift Camille's card,

having firsthand experience
with his abilities.

They knew the layout
and protocols

thanks to Griff Rickard.

Clint brought him into the fold
after hearing of his falling out

with the Midnight Gallery.

Everything had to be timed
to the second for this to work.

The blackout gave
them less than a minute

of controlled chaos,

but for somebody like Clint,
that was more than enough.

Alexander Bricky, an actor
who believed he had been hired

for some performance art piece,
provides additional distraction,

and a way to slip the necklace
out unnoticed...

using the paramedic's bag.

All they had to do now
was cover their tracks.

Patrick and Clint stay
behind to ensure

that they are frisked and
questioned by the police,

thus cementing their alibis.

The necklace is taken
from the gallery

by the unsuspecting paramedic.

And Griff and Gavin
make a clean getaway

with the necklace.

(Chief Dunn) And Thomas Wake?

(Sam) He made a critical error.

He fell in love.

Rookie mistake.

Thomas couldn't follow through
with the frame job on Gwendolyn.

When he missed the rendezvous,
they sent Clint to check on him.

He went through the back door
to avoid suspicion.

(Sam) Thomas told him he wanted
out, so he killed him.

After years of stealing
from the rich and powerful,

he knew exactly how to
leave a crime scene
without a trace.

Here you go.

Thank you.

How you feeling?

A lot drier.

Hey um, I'm, uh, I'm really
happy that you're okay.

Well, thanks to you.

Did you guys find
the missing necklace?

Yes, we did.

Good.

The... the divers found it
pretty quickly.

And James Risand's assistant,
she's here,

she ID'd it, so
we're good to go.

I think we're all going
to be pretty happy

to put this one to bed.

I think you have one more stop
to make, Detective.

Detectives.

I didn't expect you to deliver
the necklace to me personally.

Oh no, we are not dropping off,
Mr. Risand.

We're picking up.

[laughs]

I'm afraid I don't understand.

Well, you'll have plenty
of time to mull it over

on the way to the station.

James Risand,
you're under arrest.

On what charge?

Let's start with fraud
and then go from there.

You have the right
to remain silent,

anything you say can and will be
used against you

in a court of law.

You have the right
to an attorney.

So James Risand stole
the necklace from himself?

He was the real mastermind
behind the whole thing.

He had a $10 million policy
he was looking to collect.

Which is insurance fraud.

And a black market
buyer overseas.

Combined, he stood to make
double the value.

Wow.

Safe to say, whatever Risand
did to your reputation?

It's not going to last.

I can't thank you enough.

Both of you.

How about dinner?
My treat.

Rain check? I have
to be somewhere.

She's got a date.

[playfully]
Oh.

It's not a date.
It's coffee.

Okay, then can I come?

No.

Enjoy your date.

It's coffee.

[sighs]

Hey, hi.

Yo, what's up?

Will you pass me the remote?
I want to watch my show.

Yeah.

Wait, your show?

Yeah. Today is the big wedding

between the nurse and
the ambulance driver.

They met during a big
thunderstorm

and it was love at first sight.

But then he got kidnapped.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.
This sounds like a telenovela.

Well it is.

Since when do you watch
soap operas?

Well, let's see.

I retired on a Monday.

Okay.

So it would've been
on a Tuesday.

[laughs]

Hey.

I thought you had a coffee date.

Yeah, I changed my mind.

Oh yeah?

Yeah, you know, I don't
feel like coffee.

Mm-mm.

You know, when your
Tia Carmen passed,

I didn't want to see anybody.

I didn't even want to leave
the house.

Wait, really?

Mm-hmm, yeah.

But you know what changed
my mind?

What?

I kept imagining that I could
hear her voice speaking to me.

And you know what she would say?

What'd she say?

Luis, get out of the house!
Get off that couch!

Go do something,
for crying out loud.

Stop feeling sorry for yourself.

[laughs]

The thing is, stuff happens.

Some of it's good,
some of it's bad.

But the one sure things is,
you gotta keep going.

Even if it's just for coffee.

♪ ♪

Allie?

Daniel?

- Hi.
- Hey.

Congratulations on byline
above the fold.

That's a really big deal.

Yeah, yeah. Well, I couldn't
have done it without you.

Oh, no... I...

No, no, no, I'm serious.

If you didn't go back
to the dock that night

that necklace would be half way
around the world by now.

You broke that story wide open.

Well, I have a knack

for being at the wrong place
at the wrong time.

Some say my curiosity is going
to land me in trouble, so.

- Really?
- Mmmhmm.

Wow. Because I mean
I would argue

that that's your best quality.

Hey, can I join you?

You know I was just leaving.

Have you ever tried
the Bear Claws here

because they are the best
you'll ever have.

My treat.

You talked me into it.

Okay, okay, I'll be right back.

Okay.

Hey.

Hi... I am, uh, I'm...
I'm so sorry I'm late.

Um, hi.

Hi.

Honestly, I didn't think you
were going to make it.

You know, actually...
I wasn't.

Okay.

What made you change your mind?

Okay well, um...

The thing is, I uh...

[exhales]

You promised me a great
cup of coffee.

Are you still going to deliver?

Well, I always keep my promises.

Good.

I'm counting on it.

Oh, right. Two Bear Claws.

You know, better make
that three.

Yeah, yeah... okay.

But we'll take those.

I'll start with this one.

Thank you so much.

I'll be right back.

Yeah.

Am I interrupting something?