All language subtitles for Ring of Deceit (2009) BR

- It's there against
the wall,

if you were wondering.

Always a pleasure doing business
with you.

Uh, listen.
There, uh...

there's one more thing.

The other piece I delivered,
the one before last,

I want more for it,

given what it's worth to you.

What I'm saying

is that I know people.

People that I could talk to

that would be very interested
in what I know about you,

in that piece in particular.

So, I figure...

$250,000...

and I could forget
everything I know.

You gonna say something?

(Speaking, indistinct)

(Sigh)

(♪ Whistling )

(Clearing throat)

- I thought I'd find you here.

(Chuckles)

- Hey.
- Hey.

- Someone's got
the late shift.

- Again.

- How's Cindy and the baby?
- Good.

My little man's about to say
his first word any day now.

- You're a lucky man. Lester.

- I sure am.

But what are you
still doing here?

You'll miss the whole party.

- I don't know if that's
a good or bad thing.

I'm only going so I can get
a better look at it.

Carol won't let anyone near it
until the big unveiling.

- Well, you never know,

you might have yourself
a good time by accident.

- Yeah, I doubt that.

- Well, you look way too nice to
spend the rest of night in here,

I'll tell you that.

- You're sweet.
Thank you.

- All right.

- Bye.

- Bye-bye.

- (Woman):
And wouldn't you know it,

she chose the wrong one!

(All laughing)

And who is that?

- His name's
Marcus Coleman.

- The art broker?

- The one and only.

- Hi.

- So Jack,
Ms. Wilke tells me

you recently purchased
a Terry Winters.

- Well, it's not
every day that you...

you come across something that
really takes your breath away.

- Jack?

- Sorry.

(Laughing)

- So what was it
that attracted you?

- Everything.

If you ladies will excuse me
for just a moment...

You know, they say
the mask is cursed.

People who owned it always seem
to find a tragic end.

- Tell that to
the billionaire who bought it.

- It's just
millionaire, thanks.

- Oh! I'm sorry.
I didn't realize you were...

- Jack Singer.

- Yeah.
Madison Byrne.

- What do you think of it?

- I think it's amazing,

the detail and
the craftsmanship.

You didn't know anything about
it when you bought it, did you?

- Not really.

(Laughing)

- Then why buy it?

- Oh, it's nice to look at.

And it's the only one
of its kind.

If there's two things that
I appreciate in this world,

it's the unique
and the beautiful.

(Chuckles)

- Are you flirting with me?

- Yes.

But only if
you're enjoying it.

- Are you a patron
of the museum?

- Not exactly.

- Party crasher?

- No, I work here

in restoration
and conservation.

- Ah, guess I missed that
portion of the museum tour.

- They keep us hidden
in the lab.

- Might as well
lock up the Monets.

- Ladies and gentleman.

Ladies and gentleman,
your attention, please.

My name is Carol Kinahan

and I'm the curator here
at the museum.

You may recognize my name

from that letter
you receive each year,

asking you for
your generous contribution.

(All chuckling)

But in all seriousness,

it is my great honour
to share with you tonight

an advance viewing
of our newest acquisition.

I don't think I'm exaggerating

when I tell you
that it promises to be

one of the most treasured
and significant pieces

of our museum's collection.

It is also one which,
I must admit,

gives me both great pride
and personal satisfaction.

And like so many great treasures

it is one which carries
a great story behind it.

A story which,
as many of you well know,

has long been a passionate
interest of mine.

(All chuckling)

The year was 1854
and a young Elisabeth,

Empress consort of Austria,

was married off to Emperor
Franz Joseph the First.

But it is said that at the time,

Elisabeth was deeply in love
with another man,

Heinrich Kellman,

a soldier in her Royal Army,

with whom she would steal away

to darkened corners of
the castle for romantic trysts.

Four children were born
from the marriage between

Elisabeth and Franz.

(Grunting)

The first, a daughter,
Sophia,

who was said to have succumbed
to typhus

when she was just a baby.

There are some, however,
like myself,

who believe that Sophia
may have survived.

That she was in fact,
Heinrich's daughter,

born of their affair
and secreted away

to be raised by her father
at his home in Hungary,

never being told the truth about
her family and her lineage.

Those who believe,
speak of a ring

made for Elisabeth's father

and passed down to his daughter
on a golden chain

which Elisabeth herself placed
around the neck

of the baby girl

to show her love and devotion

for Sophia
and the child's father.

Whether you believe the romantic
tale or not,

one thing is certain:

the ring disappeared,

lost for 150 years now,

left to become fodder
for debate

amongst historians,
archaeologists,

boring museum curators,
such as myself.

(All laughing)

Until now.

Ladies and gentlemen,
I give you...

the Ring of Sophia.

(Crowd exclaiming)

- What is it?

- This ring is mine.

When I received this,
I had to come see for myself.

That ring was
my great grandfather's,

or at least,
it looks exactly

like the one I've seen
in photographs of him.

- What did you know about
the story of Elisabeth?

- My father died
when I was 9.

- But you've never seen
the actual ring?

- No. My family fled Hungary
in 1944 during the occupation.

My great grandfather
didn't make it.

I suppose that the ring
was taken then.

- A lot of jewellery ended up

on the black market
after the War.

- Now, let's not be too hasty
drawing any conclusions here.

Mr. Singer, you are a greatly
respected and generous friend

of the museum,

but nobody is certain yet we are
talking about the same ring.

- I appreciate that.

And I'm not looking to cause
any trouble here.

But I don't have any family.

If that ring does belong
to my great grandfather,

I will do whatever
I need to do to get it back.

- I have a friend at
the Art Retrieval Registry.

They track stolen pieces.

If it's been flagged,
she'd know.

- If the ring indeed belonged
to your family,

you can rest assured the museum
will do everything in its power

to ensure it's returned.

- Thank you.

- But until we can
investigate the claim,

I'm afraid the ring stays
at the museum.

- I understand.

- Dr. Brown
our chief technician

will finalize
the authentication.

- When the museum acquires
a new piece,

we verify the authenticity.

It's standard procedure.

- Dr. Brown will finish his work

and then the ring
will be on display.

Until we can sort this out,
of course.

Will you be all right
with that?

- That's fine.

- Excellent.

Well, as exciting
as this has all been,

I do have a party
to get back to

and a lot of
hands to shake.

Thank you so much for
your cooperation, Mr. Singer.

Um, I'd appreciate if we kept
this discussion discreet for now

until we know more.

- Understood...
and thank you.

- All right. Gotta go.

- It was nice meeting you.

You know what?
Here's my card.

But I'm sure Carol will pass on
any information.

But if there's
anything I can--

- Have diner with me.

- Ha! Sorry?

- Dinner. So I can show my
appreciation for your help.

- That's really not necessary.

- Do you like opera?

- Um... I don't know.

- Perfect. It's a date.

- Wait. What?

- You know, I ran into
Mike Goldsmith the other day.

- No way.
- Yeah!

- What's he up to?

- He works in a bank.

(Laughing)

- Are we the only people
doing something

with our art history degrees?

- It seems that way.

- So business is good at
the Art Retrieval Register?

- Yeah, $6.5 billion
a year good,

or bad, however you want
to look at it.

- Oh my god! Wow.

- I know.
It's hard to believe.

You know, lot of it ends up
in the black market,

but some of it ends up
being used for trade.

- For what?

- Payoffs for drugs,
arms, whatever.

We try to coordinate with
the FBI and Interpol,

but it's hard
to make a dent.

- I can imagine.

- Yeah.

- So what's
your friend's story?

- He's not a friend exactly,

but, uh, he says the ring
was in his family

and it went missing in 1944.

- Doesn't surprise me.

You know lot off that stuff
resurfaces years later.

So, he's not
a friend exactly?

(Chuckling)

What's in it for you?

- I just think
the ring should be

with its rightful owner.

- Sometimes I wonder what
it must have been like.

The S.S. would
break down doors,

take whatever they wanted,
whomever they wanted.

What happened
to those families?

Can you even imagine
what they went through?

- Mm-mmm.

- Nothing can
make that right.

What was taken,
the least we can do

is return it to those
who survived:

the children and grandchildren
of those who didn't.

- Yeah.

Where do I even start?

- E-mail me the details.

I'll see what I can dig up.

In the meantime,
I think your best bet

is to get in touch
with the broker

who found her
in the first place.

- That's a good idea.

(Sighing)

- I was wondering when
you might finally come over.

- Yeah, I'm done for the day.
I can't concentrate.

You heading out soon?

- I'm gonna push on through.

I'd like to get this finished
as soon as possible.

- Hey, can I have this?

- Hmm? Oh, sure.

Carol's already
given me a stack.

- I heard that you've taken
a particular interest

in our newest acquisition.

- Yeah. You ran the SEM test
to verify for surface wear?

- Yeah, consistent with
what you'd expect in a ring

from the beginning
of the 19th century.

- And the optical
emission spectrometry?

You profiled the trace elements
in the gold?

- The alloys appear
to be a match

for time and region
of fabrication.

- What about the--
- I have done this before.

(Chuckling)

Literally,
before you were born.

- Ooh! Hey, Oscar,
do you know which broker

brought us the ring?

- Yeah, uh,
it's right here.

Coleman, Marcus Coleman.
He's got an office in the plaza.

- OK, thanks. Good night.

- You know... it's funny.

- What is?

- Aw, it's probably nothing.

I'll just run the DSC test again
and it'll all make sense.

- Spit it out, Oscar.

- Nah, forget it.
It's nothing, really.

- All right, but if you need
someone to bounce it off of...

- I know.

Now get out of here
and let me get back to work.

- OK.
Good night.

- Hey!
You just starting?

- Yeah.
You leavin'?

- Yeah. Have a good one.

- All right. Hey!
Um, these are for you.

- Really?

What? It's not like
I'm dating someone.

- Mm-hmm!

- "8:30, Opera Hall.
Jack."

Wait, what time is it?

- 5:20.

- I gotta get ready. Bye!

- All right.

(Sighing)

- Great! He'll think it's
the only one I own.

(Sighing)

No.

No.

(Sighing)

Not for the opera!

- Hi!

- Hi.

- We're about
the same size, right?

- Yeah.
Yeah, I think so.

- (Whispering):
OK.

- I'm gonna be
heading out soon.

Just make sure this
gets sent out before you go.

- Certainly, Mr. Coleman.

- Thank you.
I appreciate it.

- Hi.

- I'm afraid we're closed
for the day.

- I just need a minute
of Mr. Coleman's time.

- Perhaps you can call in
the morning for an appointment.

- Now, now, Barbara,
be nice.

I'm sure we can find
some time for this young lady.

Follow me.

Now, what is it that
I can do for you?

- I'm looking for some
background on a piece.

- Any piece in particular?

I've a wonderful 19th century
jewellery box from China

that might interest you.

- I'm interested in
the Ring of Sophia.

- Well, um, that piece is
currently on display

at the Chicago Museum.

They have a very comprehensive
background on--

- I'd like to know
who you got it from.

- Excuse me?

- Who's collection was it in

before you found it?

- Look...
Ha, ha!

I--I--I'm sorry,
I don't know who you are,

but, uh, I just can't divulge
that sort of information

about my clients.

- You mean the museum
or the seller?

- Both.

- OK, look,
my name's Madison Byrne

and I work at the museum
for Carol Kinahan.

I'm investigating a claim

from one of our patrons
at the museum.

He says that the ring
belongs to his family.

- I can assure you,
whoever he is, he's wrong.

- That may be. If I could just
look at the paperwork, I--

- Madison, is it?

Look, I am--

I am not in the habit of showing
confidential documents

to just anyone who barges
into my office,

regardless of whom
they may or may not work for.

- And I am not in the habit
of being condescended to

and called a liar.

(Sighing)

- Fair enough.

I apologize.

But I can assure you,
Ms. Byrne,

the claim is false
and the gentleman is wrong.

- You're probably right.

I'm sorry if I wasted your time.

- That's quite all right.

I only hope you didn't get
all dressed up

just to come down to my office
and interrogate me.

- You know,
I'm gonna be late!

I've gotta go,
but thank you for your time.

Thanks.
Have a good night!

- Ms. Byrne?

- Yes?

- Mr. Singer says
he really wishes

you turn your
cell phone on.

- Oh.

Sorry, did he say--

- Unfortunately, the message
Mr. Singer was trying to deliver

was that he was unable to
conclude his business meeting

and sends his most
sincere regrets.

I'm afraid he won't be
joining you this evening.

- Oh.
OK, well...

- He insists, however,
that you stay

and enjoy the opera
from his private box.

- Oh, I don't know.
I think I'd feel--

- Mr. Singer's specific
instructions were and I quote:

"Do not take no
for an answer".

(Chuckles)

So, come on, don't get me
in trouble here.

Just say yes.

- I'd hate to think
I got dressed up for nothing.

- Splendid. You look fantastic.
This way please.

- Thank you.

(Giggles)

Thanks.

(Applause)

- Hey, Doc.
Workin' late?

- Ah, you know how it is.
Gotta pay for my sins sometime.

- Mm-hmm.
I hear that.

- Thought I'd finish up at home,
maybe catch some of the game.

- That's what I like to hear.
I'll sign you out.

- Thanks Lester.
- All right.

- You'll get to watch the game?

- Oh, I won't miss the game.
There's a TV downstairs.

(♪ Woman singing opera )

(♪ Singing
Un Bel Di Vedremo
from
Madame Butterfly♪)

♪ ♪

(♪ Singing )

♪ ♪

(♪ Singing )

♪ ♪

(♪ Singing )

♪ ♪

(♪ Singing )

♪ ♪

(Applause and cheering)

(Exhaling)

(Honking)

- Madison--

- Is it true...
about Oscar?

- I'm so sorry, Madison.

Just let me finish
with the detectives

and then we'll talk, OK?

- Detectives?

- Oscar...

was murdered.

(Sobbing)

- Madison.

- Hi.

What are you doing here?

- Well, I wanted to apologize
for missing our date last night.

- You know, this is my favourite
painting in the museum.

Whenever I feel lost,

I just come and sit here
and look at it for hours.

- What is it about it...
this painting?

- I don't know.

Maybe, like, how she's
sitting there all alone

with an empty seat
beside her.

It's like she's waiting
for the love of her life

and not knowing if
he'll ever join her.

I don't know.

It's just sad, I guess,

but in a beautiful way.

- I heard about your friend.
I'm sorry.

- I spoke to someone
I know about the ring,

but I don't have
any news yet.

- Madison...

It'll be all right.

It's gonna be all right.

- Thanks.

(Sighing)

(Both talking, indistinct)

It's like
a 2-hour lunch break.

- It's different.

(Both talking, indistinct)

- I miss him already.

- We all do.

I know how fond you were
of Oscar.

(Sighing)

- Where are the detectives?

- Talking to Lester.

He was the last
to see Oscar.

They may wanna talk
to other employees too.

- What did they say?

- They think it was a robbery.

His laptop and other
valuables were taken.

(Exhales sharply)

- I just don't understand
why they had to kill him.

- Oh, Maddy.

- Um, Carol,
if it's OK with you,

I'd like to be the one to
finish Oscar's work on the ring.

- There's no one
I'd trust more, Madison.

The truth is
it won't be necessary.

- What do you mean?

- It's done.

- Done?

- Oscar finished
last night,

e-mailed me the report.

Looks like it was
the last thing--

- Where's the ring now?

- It's out there
on display.

- But what about
Mr. Singer's claim?

- Oh, I received papers from
Mr. Coleman this morning.

An entire history
of transactions on the piece.

It all looks clean.

- Yeah, but...
are you sure?

It's just that Oscar
mentioned something.

It's probably nothing...

- I'm positive. If Mr. Singer
has a claim on this ring,

I'm afraid it isn't
a legal one.

The ring belongs
to the museum.

- Walter?
- Yeah?

- Make sure to box up
his files too.

I'll be in my office.

Bring them there
when you're done.

- Madison, I'm sorry.
I have to...

- Yeah.
No, of course.

- Thank you.

- What were you
gonna tell me, Oscar?

- Madison!

Madison,
I forgot to mention...

I wanted to discuss the Japanese
Katana you're working on.

I know today may not be
the best time, but--

- Actually,
I was heading home.

- Oh?

- Yeah, this whole thing
with Oscar

affected me more
than I thought.

- No, no. That's fine.
I understand.

It can wait.

- Thank you.

- What is that?
What have you got there?

- Oh, nothing, it's just some
homework, reading material.

just to take my mind
off of things.

- Madison.

Take what happened to Oscar
as a lesson.

Life is precious.

And there are more important
things than the past.

- Yeah. Thank you.
Good night.

- Good night.

- Thanks.

- Hey!

- Hi!

- I hope you don't mind me

dropping by like this,
unannounced.

- No, it's fine.

But how did you know
where I lived?

- I have my ways.

I want to make it up to you
for missing our date.

- You know what?
It's fine, really.

- What are you up to?

- Uh, just probably gonna relax.

- I know this great place.
Brazilian.

I think you'd like it.

- I think I'm just gonna
stay in and order some pizza.

- Let me take you
to dinner.

- No, I don't think...

(Chuckling)

(Chuckling)

Brazilian, huh?

OK.

(Chuckling)

(♪ Mambo )

- This is amazing.

- Glad you like it.

You don't have to feel guilty
about smiling, Madison.

- Then why do I feel like I do?

- What would Oscar say?

(Chuckling)

- He'd tell me to stop
being silly and enjoy myself.

- That doesn't surprise me...

if he knew what I know...

- Oh yeah, what's that?

- It's nice
to see you smile.

(Chuckles)

- OK, so tell me,

how did you get so rich

that you could afford
your collection?

- Boy, you don't
mince words, do ya?

(Both laughing)

- Not if I can help it.

- I designed an application.

- Application?

- A computer program that had

some interesting possible
uses for the military.

I started a company
that owned the program

and that made them both
very desirable.

- Hmm, so you sold out?

- Yeah, they offered me
a lot of money

and I took it.

- Nice! No regrets?

- Never.

So how about you?

Where did your passion
for art history come from?

- Actually,
from my grandfather.

He used to live in Japan

and fell in love with
all things Japanese.

We use to spend
our week-ends at museums

and he'd teach me all
the history of the pieces.

I was the only 8 year-old
who could give guided tours.

(Laughing)

I don't know how
to tell you this--

- Oh, no, thank you.

- About the ring,
I--

- I know.

- Really?

- Yeah, my lawyers got

the papers this morning.

In case
I was thinking

of making any legal claim
on the ring,

I guess the message
is "don't".

- What are you gonna do?

- Those papers say
that I don't own the ring,

but that isn't the same
as saying that it isn't mine.

- Are you're gonna take
legal action?

- Look, I know I put you
in a bit of a bad spot,

working there and--

- No!
No, not at all.

We have to find the truth.

If there's anything
I can do to help...

- Thank you.

But you know what?

The best thing that you could do
to help me right now

would be to put it
out of your mind

and have yourself
a good time.

(Chuckling)

- (Both): Cheers.

(♪ ♪)

- Oh no!

(Laughing)

- Gotta do it.

(Giggling)

That's great!

- Whoo!

(Laughing)

- Thank you.

- You're welcome.

(Giggles)

(Sighing)

- I had a really
good time tonight.

- Ah, it was my pleasure.

- You wanna...

You want me to ask you
to come up, don't you?

(Laughing)

Do you want to ask me up?

- Yeah.

(Sighing)

But after the day I've had,

I really don't trust
my instincts, so...

- Fair enough.

- Good night.

- Good night.

(Sighing)

- Next time,
trust your instincts, dummy.

(Sigh)

(Dog barking)

(Sighing)

I have to find what
you were looking for, Oscar.

(Grunts)

(Gasping)

Leave those!

Give it back! Give it back!

(Grunting)

Aaah!

(Man and Woman on CB,
indistinct)

- We couldn't found
any signs of forced entry.

He must have
picked the lock.

- I said he wore gloves.

- Don't worry about him,
Ms. Byrne.

He's just doing his job.

Tell me again
exactly what happened.

- Well, I told you.

A man in a mask was in
my apartment and he attacked me.

- Did he sexually assault you?
- No.

- And he didn't take anything?

- No.

- So why do you think
he broke in?

(Man on CB, indistinct)

- Is there something
you're not telling us here?

(Sighing)

- He took some papers.

- Papers?

- Yeah, um...

I brought a--

I brought some files home
from the museum.

- What was the nature
of this file?

- They were on
the Ring of Sophia.

- The same ring
from the museum, isn't it?

The one that Dr. Brown
was working on?

- Yeah.

(Knocking)

- Yeah?

- I'm Jack Singer.

- Do you know
a Jack Singer?

- Yes, I asked him to come.

- Hey!
- Hey.

- Are you all right?

- Yeah. I didn't know
who else to call.

- Don't worry about it.
I wasn't sleeping anyway.

- I'm Det. Sayers.

This is my partner, Det. Lynch.
Who are you?

- I'm Jack Singer.
I'm a friend of Madison's.

- Right.

- We just have to ask you
a few more questions.

Where were you
last night?

- What does that have
to do with this?

Are you asking me if I have
an alibi for Oscar's murder?

- Standard question.
We're just covering the bases.

- Um, OK.
Um, I was at the opera.

- The opera?

- Yeah.

- Somebody with you?

- What?

- Well, people don't usually
go to the opera alone.

- Um, actually--

- She was with me.

- All right. I guess
we're pretty much done here.

- Done? What about the man
that attacked me?

- We'll look into it
and do everything we can.

- That's it? So no cop standing
guard in front of my apartment?

- That's not the way
it works, Ms. Byrne.

- But what if he comes back?

- You can stay with me.

- That's a good idea.

If you think of anything else,
give us a call.

- OK.

- Wow!

Nice place.

- Thanks.

The room's right over there.
You're welcome to it.

I'll sleep on the couch.

- Thanks.

- Wait. Is that--

- That's my great-grandfather.

It was taken in
the early 1900s sometime.

- So that would be the ring.

- Yes.

- So, if the story's true

then Sophia would be
your great-great-grandmother.

- That's right.

- The ring does belong
to your family.

- Yeah.

(Sighing)

- Are you all right?

- I'm just freaked out...
and wiped.

I think the adrenaline
is finally gone.

- Sit down.
I'll pour something to drink.

- Good idea.

- I hope you didn't think it
too forward of me...

offering my place
for you to stay.

(Sighing)

This will calm your nerves.

Maybe help you get some...

sleep.

(Car horn honking)

(Metal clicking)

- Morning.

- Morning.

- Is there somewhere
I can go freshen up?

- Of course.
Down the hall to your right.

- Wow! You cook?

- It's not much.
Hope you like pancakes.

- Yeah, I do.

I'd love some coffee,
if you have some.

- Yes, it's just, um...
Help yourself.

- Thanks.

I just wanted
to thank you again

for a getting the cops
off my back last night and...

Letting me stay the night.

- No, it's the least
I can do.

You helping me
with the ring and...

(Chuckles)

Breakfast is served.

(Giggles)

(Moaning)

- Madison.

There you are.

Madison, we should, uh,
go talk in my office.

- OK.

- Are you all right?

- Yeah, why?

- Detective Sayers.
He called me this morning.

He said you were
attacked last night.

(Sighing)

- Yeah.

- That's awful.
You weren't hurt, were you?

- No.

Just some bruises.

- Listen,
given what's happened...

I feel terrible
for bringing this up.

But Detective Sayers
also mentioned

the intruder stole
some papers from your home.

- Carol--

- Papers which actually
belong to the museum.

- Look, I know what I did
was stupid,

taking that file.

But I had to see for myself.
I don't know why.

- I don't know why you'd do
something like that either!

David was in my office
when I got the call.

The Board of Trustees
got wind of the whole mess.

- I can explain to them.

- They're not interested
in any explanation.

Look, I understand.

With what happened to Oscar,

maybe you're not
thinking clearly.

But the ring is
very important to the museum,

and this makes this matter
very important to the board.

- Can't you just tell them--

- I already told them.

I told them everything
I could think of

to try to make them
change their minds.

I'm sorry, Madison.

- Are you firing me?

- No.

But they expect you to resign.

Look, I'll do
everything I can

to help you find
a job at another museum.

You're going to
get through this.

I promise.

- I don't know
what I'm gonna do.

- I'm sorry, Maddy.

- At least let me
take the box for you.

- Thanks.

- Aw, I can't believe
this is happening.

- I feel so stupid.

- What were you thinking?

- I don't know.

I just thought,
you know,

what if the ring had something
to do with Oscar's murder?

What am I gonna do
without the museum, Les?

- You'll be fine.

And if you ever need anything,
you know where to find me.

- Thanks.

- You're welcome.

OK?

- Yeah.

- All right.

(Sighing)

(Cell phone ringing)

- Yeah, Sarah Brooks.

- Hi, it's me.

I was just wondering
if you found anything yet.

- Sorry. Nothing yet.

-
Damn it!
Hey, let me ask you something.

If I had a suspicious
piece of art

and I wanted to sell it,

couldn't I falsify
the record of ownership

to make the piece look legit?

- If a broker took the chance
and got found out

he'd lose his license,
even face jail time for fraud.

Who'd you say
the broker was again?

-
Marcus Coleman.

Hello?

Sarah?

- Madison stay away
from Coleman.

- What? You just said that--
- I know what I said.

But what I'm saying now is
Coleman's involved,

leave it alone.
- Why?

-
Our office has an entire
filing cabinet on Coleman.

- Remember what I told you
about art changing hands

for guns, drugs, whatever?

Coleman makes
those deals happen.

He has a lot of bad friends
in a lot of bad places.

- I mean, I already lost
my job over this

and I'm not looking
to get involved

with drug lords
and arms dealers,

but, I mean, someone has to do
the right thing, you know?

- What can I say, Madison.

All I can tell you
is that if it was me,

I would stay as far away
from Coleman as I could.

(Elevator bell ringing)

- Miss!

Mr. Coleman is in
a meeting at the moment!

Miss!

Excuse me!

I'm terribly sorry, Mr. Coleman.
She wouldn't listen to me.

Should I call security?

- No, that won't be necessary.

If you'll excuse me
for just a moment, please.

- It's not a problem.

- Perhaps Barbara
can show you the report

on the two new Chagalls
on the market.

- Of course.

- You know, the first time was
kind of charming,

but you make a habit of bursting
into my office like this

and I'm going to get upset.

- If you tell me what I wanna
know, then I won't have too!

- What is it that
you want to know?

- Where did you get the ring?

- Your boss knows.
I sent her the documents.

Why don't you ask her?

- I'm asking you.

- I told you
I can't disclose.

- I'm telling you
that's not good enough.

- Now you are bordering
on harassment.

- I'm not looking to get you
into legal trouble.

- I have no idea
what you are inferring,

but you should leave.

- I just need to know

how you came into
possession of the ring!

- I am calling the police.

- Call them.

- You have no idea
what you're looking for.

- Yes, I do.
I'm looking for the truth.

(Chuckling)

- You are playing in a game

where you don't even know
the rules.

I suggest that you cash out now
before you get hurt.

(Scoffs)

Now leave.

I'm not going to ask again.

(Cell phone beeping)

Yes.
Yes, it's Marcus.

I need you to, uh...

solve a problem for me.

(Knocking)

(Knocking)

- I'm coming!

- Morning, Ms. Byrne.

We were wondering if you
wouldn't mind coming with us.

we'd like to have a word
with you.

(Door opening)

We just got a call from
an attorney for a Mr. Coleman.

Says you've been harassing him.

- Harassing him?

- Maybe even threatening him.
- Are you serious?

- This is very serious.

- Is this an interrogation?

- Do you know a man
named Milo Hinskie?

- No.

- He was recently found
shot to death in his store.

- Annex Art Supplies.

- What does that have
to do with me?

- Ballistics proves
he was killed

with the same gun
as your friend, Dr. Brown.

- I thought Oscar was killed
by a burglar.

- Or killed to make it look
like a burglary that went wrong.

- Wait, so you're saying
these murders were connected?

That someone
wanted Oscar dead?

- Hmm, take Dr. Brown.
You knew him.

You worked with him.

- He was my friend.

- Right,
and he was found murdered

only few days after
this Hinskie character.

Brown was in art.
So was Hinskie.

- Dr. Brown was
a respected scientist.

Not some clerk
at an art supply store.

- Weren't you just fired?
- Yeah, but--

- Yeah, it was for stealing
something, wasn't it?

- She stole that file
from the museum.

- Right.

- The one that disappeared

during the break-in
in her apartment.

- I was attacked!
- What was in that file?

- I told you,
the Ring of Sophia.

- The one your boyfriend
claims to own.

- He's not my boyfriend.

- The one Mr. Coleman
sold to the museum.

- The one Dr. Brown was
working on when he was murdered.

- Are you saying I had something
to do with these murders?

- Not saying anything.

In fact, we checked out
your alibi.

Seems that the witnesses place
you at the opera that night

just like you said,

but the funny thing is

nobody saw your friend,
Mr. Singer.

Now, why would he say
he was with you when he wasn't?

- Cause maybe she's the one
covering for Singer.

- Now you think
Jack could be the killer?

- If you are covering for him,
that's obstruction of justice.

- Maybe even accessory
to murder.

- Why would Jack kill anyone?

- I don't know, but revenge is
a very strong motive, Ms. Byrne.

I know. What happened
to his family in the war

happened to mine.

And these people
have the audacity

to be making
a profit from it.

If I were him, I'd be
thinking about murder too.

How does that make you feel?

- Am I under arrest?

- No.

- OK.

Then this interview's over.

- Ms. Byrne,
you're a smart lady.

Look at the facts
and ask yourself,

are you sure you can
trust Jack Singer?

(Door slams)

(Car horn honking)

- Don't let it
bother you, Madison.

They're just doing their job.
It's not personal.

- Yeah, well, I've never been

interrogated
by the police before.

It made me feel guilty.

- Are you?

(Chuckles)

There you go then.

Don't worry about it.

- Yeah.

Except I was forced
to resigned.

- Carol forced you
to resigned?

- Yeah.

Aw, I don't know why
I did what I did.

- You did it because
you thought it would help me.

I should thank you.

Which leads me
to my next question...

How would you like to get away
from all this for a bit?

I've already freed some time
in my schedule.

I've got this boat

and the Mediterranean is pretty
beautiful this time of year.

I'm wondering if you'd like
to come with me...

if it's not
too fast for you.

- No.

(Chuckles)

It sounds wonderful.

Sailing with you
sounds wonderful.

Can I ask you something?

- Anything.

- If you found out that
the people that sold your ring

knew where it came from,

that it was stolen
from your family...

what would you do?

- Don't worry about that.

(Cell phone ringing)

- This is me.

I'm sorry.
I have to take this.

- Yeah.

- Hello?

Hey! No, no, no.
It's fine.

Sure. Where?

What time?

OK, I'll see you there.

I'm sorry,
I have to go.

(Door closing)

What I am looking at here?

- Well, your ring isn't
on our watch list,

but I figured on
the off chance,

I had someone in archives run
a cross check with other items

that were open
on our database.

And that's what he found.

- This is the Ring of Sophia.

He insured it?

- It seems that way.

This is a claim form,

items the company
would have had to pay out

after they were stolen
in 1976.

- So the ring could have
ended up anywhere.

- True, but where the ring ended
up after it was stolen

is less important as who owned
it before it was stolen.

- So who's Karl Schneider?

- He was a factory owner
in Germany during the war,

He made shells for the Axis
and made a good living,

except at the end of the war,
when money started running thin.

Then our friend Karl Schneider
started taking payment

not in cash, but in trade.

- Stolen art.
- Right.

- Karl Schneider was on
the radar for years.

If he owned the ring, chances
are it was taken during the war

and your friend
has a real claim to it.

- What do you mean, was?

- Karl Schneider
died 4 years ago.

- Oh my god! Then how am I
supposed to figure out--

- He has a daughter
right here in Chicago.

- I know it's strange,

me turning up
at your door like this.

I apologize.

I just didn't know
where else to go.

(Chuckles)

- Think nothing of it.

I enjoy having company
when I'm having my tea.

- Do you know if your father
ever owned a signet ring?

It was pure gold

with the Bavarian Coat of Arms
stamped into it.

- Wait.
I have a picture.

It's called the Ring of Sophia.

- Hmm.

I don't recall ever
having seen anything like this.

What makes you think it was
in my father's collection?

- It's dated 1976.

Your father filed a claim
with the insurance company

to be compensated
for its loss,

so he must have owned it.

I just need to know
where he might've got it from.

What is it?
Do you remember the ring?

- I remember March 1976.

- Sorry.

- There was a burglary
at the house.

And many items were taken.

- Right, so the ring
must've been one of them.

- My father's attorney
at the time, a despicable man,

he filed the insurance claim
on behalf of the family.

But many years later,
my father discovered

that he falsified the documents
to the insurance company,

claiming that my father
owned many more items

than he actually did.

Then he said that
they were stolen in the burglary

and he collected
the insurance money for himself.

- Wait, so you're saying--

- I'm saying that the reason
I don't know that ring

is because my father
never owned it.

Oh, I'm sorry, my dear.

I hope there's somebody else
out there

who can help you find
where this ring came from.

- Yeah.

I can think of one person.

(Elevator bell ringing)

Mr. Coleman?
It's Madison Byrne.

Mr. Coleman?

Mr. Coleman?
Are you here?

Look, I know it's late,
but we need to talk.

Mr. Coleman?

Mr. Coleman?

Mr. Coleman!

(Panting)

Oh my god!

(Whimpering)

(Elevator bell ringing)

- Police! We have a report
of a disturbance.

This is the police.
We are entering the premises.

If you have any weapons,
lay them on the ground,

get down on your knees and lock
your fingers behind your head.

We've got a body.

All right,
call the M.E.

and get homicide to send us
a couple of detectives up here.

(Panting)

- You left your keys
in the door.

- Jeez!

What the hell
are you doing here?

- You won't answer your phone
or return my calls.

You just ran out on me
last night.

I had to make sure
you were all right.

- That's close enough.

I said that's close enough!

- Is that--
Is that blood?

Madison are you in
some kind of trouble?

Who's blood is that?

- Coleman's.

- Marcus Coleman?

- Yeah, he's dead.

I need to know

if you had anything
to do with it.

- Madison, please, calm down
and tell me what happened.

- Why don't you tell me?
Coleman's dead, Oscar's dead.

The police told me about Hinskie
at Annex Art Supplies Store.

Now, they're asking me
about you.

- I don't know
what to say, Madison.

- OK, well then
why did you tell the cops

you were at the opera
with me, huh?

I mean, was it to protect me,
or yourself?

Where were you?
Really, where were you?

- You asking me
if I killed your friend?

You're hysterical.
You've been through a lot.

- Was this about revenge?
Is that what this is about, huh?

- My family lost everything
in that war.

Do you understand that?

The ring...

that ring was the one thing
that I could get back.

That's why I wanted it.
But I wouldn't kill any--

You think I would hurt you?

- I don't know.

I don't know what to think.

- Madison,
put the knife down.

- I thought
I could trust you.

- Believe me.
I didn't kill anyone!

I--I wouldn't kill anyone.

- I don't know
what to believe.

- Madison, please. I swear.

- I need you to leave.
I need you to leave.

- Madison.

- Just leave!

(Panting and whimpering)

(Crying)

(Sighing)

What have you gotten
yourself into, Maddy?

(Siren in distance)

(Car honking)

- Thanks again for doing this,
I really appreciate it.

- Sweet young lady
asks me for a favour

in the middle of the night...

it's been a long time since
I had an offer like that.

It's been empty ever since
they found poor Mr. Hinskie.

I, uh, forget.

Did you say you were
a friend or was it family?

- Yeah.

- He was a good tenant,
paid his rent on time.

Not much business
in the store, though.

But he must've been
doing alright for himself.

- It's upside down.
- Come again?

- This painting.

It's an excellent reproduction,

but it's hung upside down.

(Chuckling)

- Can't say I'd have noticed
much difference.

Look, can I trust you
not to take anything

and lock up
when you're done?

- Of course.

Thanks.

- Bring that back
when you're done, hey?

- Milo Hinskie was a forger.

- Camera in the lobby
caught this.

The security guard IDed
her leaving the building.

The prints we found in the blood
in Coleman's office

are back from the lab.

- And?

- They match the ones

from the glass
during the interrogation.

One Ms. Madison Byrne.

- All right.
Let's go get us a warrant.

- OK

(Both talking, indistinct)

(Man on CB, indistinct)

- You know what?
Don't stop. Just go.

Just keep going.

(Sighing)

(Cell phone ringing)

-
Hi, this is Madison.

I can't get to
the phone right now,

but if you leave your name
and number and a brief message

I'll get back to you
as soon as I can.

- Madison, where are you?

The police have been
asking about--

Look...

Just call me back, OK?

I'm worried about you.

- Thanks for coming.

- Yeah, uh, I wasn't sure
I had much of a choice.

Look, what in the hell

have you got yourself
into this time, Maddy?

- Ah! I don't know.
I don't know, Les.

- Well, the police
are looking for you.

This one Detective, Sayers,
came on my place yesterday,

asking all kinds
of questions.

- What you tell him?

- I told him exactly what
I know, which is nothing!

Now, what's wrong?
Where have you been?

- I spent the night
at a motel.

The police are watching
my apartment.

- Madison, you gotta
turn yourself in.

- I can't.

They think I had something to do
with Oscar's murder.

The only way I'm gonna be able
to clear this up

is if I figure it out
for myself.

- OK, sounds good. But how?

- I need to get my hands
on the Ring of Sophia.

- And how are you
gonna manage that?

You don't even
work there anymore.

What you gonna do,

just walk into the museum
and steal the ring?

- Something like that.

- You done for
the night, Ms. Kinahan?

- I'll say.
See you tomorrow, Lester.

- All right.
Have yourself a good one.

-
I'll wait in the washrooms
by the main entrance

until after the museum closes.

- Mm-hmm.

-And you said the boys
do their first sweep.

- Yeah, but you still gotta make
it past the security cameras.

- Right.

And the motion detectors.
- Mm-hmm.

- Not to mention the alarms

on the display case
and the ring itself.

(Laughing)

- Oh, this is a joke, right?

Maddy, you're joking, right?

(Laughing)

Oh, Maddy,
please tell me you're--

Oh!

You're serious?

Oh, Maddy.

How you gonna get past
the cameras

and the motion detectors?

You know?

I mean, come on!

- And the alarms.

- And the alarms. Exactly.
How you gonna do all that?

- You're gonna
turn them off for me.

Oh, please, Lester.

Oh, thank you.

(Exhaling)

- I take the ring down
to the lab, run a few tests

and put it back.

It's simple.

- Mmm, no, Maddy,
it's not simple.

It's nuts, OK?

I'm sorry.

I--I just can't get mixed up
in something like this.

I got a family
to think about.

I mean, there's just--
There's gotta be another way.

- There isn't.
Please, Lester.

- Um, hi, Central.

Yeah, this is Bragg over
at the Chicago museum.

No, it's just a glitch,
I think.

I'll go ahead and reboot
the system just now

and the alarms should be back
online in a couple of minutes.

OK? All right, you have yourself
a good one, too.

- All right.

Let's see what secrets
you're hiding.

(Sighing)

Damn it, Maddy.

Gotta be almost done.

- Ms. Kinahan? I didn't, um,
expect you back this evening.

- Is everything
all right, Lester?

- Yeah.

- The police called me
on my cell,

said an alarm was
tripped or something.

- That did happen earlier on.

There was a malfunction,
but I called the company,

had it reset.

Everything is good.

- I guess what with Oscar's
murder and everything,

they're not taking
any chances.

- Yeah. I'm sorry
they had to contact you

this late this evening,

but as you can see,
it was for nothing.

- No, no, that's fine.
Better be safe.

- I hear that.

- You know, while I'm here,

there's a file
I forgot in my office.

I might as well
go get it.

- OK.

(Sighing)

Damn it, Maddy.
We're running out of time.

(Beeping)

- Gotcha.

Carol!

- I wish you hadn't
done that, Madison.

- I believe that's my ring.

- Wait, listen, Carol,
the Ring of Sophia,

it's a forgery.

The surface decay and
the composition of the alloy

is consistent with
what you'd expect,

but I ran a DSC curve
on the ring

and the level of oxidation
in the compound alloys

is homogenous.

I mean, in the 19th century,
their cooling methods,

it could never be this uniform.

I mean, there is--

There's no way this ring

could've been made
200 years ago.

I mean, I don't-- I don't even
think it could've been made

10 years ago.

(Sighing)

- It's beautiful, isn't it?

- What?
Did you hear what I said?

I mean, it's a fake.

- I know.

- What?
How long have you known?

- I've always known.

I went to Coleman
and commissioned it.

- What?

What about everything
you believe in?

Art, history...

I mean...

Why would you do that?
- For the good of the museum.

- How could a forgery
be good for the museum?

- Because
it represents the truth.

- No, it doesn't.

It's about you, right?
And your reputation.

- No, this is
about history, Madison.

It doesn't matter
if it's real or fake.

It only matters
what people believe.

The real Ring of Sophia
may never be found.

But what does it matter?

It is the history
that people need to hear,

need to care about,
need to believe in.

This fake will keep people
believing in the truth.

I will keep people believing
in the truth.

Can't you see how important
that is?

- You killed Oscar.

- No.
No, Coleman did.

We had to
when he refused to cooperate...

- Too proud
to falsify his report

and say the ring was genuine.

He left me no choice,
Madison.

- And what about the forger
from the art store?

- Who, Milo? Coleman hired him
to make the ring.

He became a liability who wanted
more money to keep quiet.

Marcus apparently chose
another way

of keeping him quiet.

- So you killed Coleman too?

(Chuckles)

-
He got what he deserved.

He never cared about art, Maddy.

Only his greed.

And when you started sniffing
around, getting too close...

he became a loose end.

- Is that what I am now?
A loose end?

- Don't put this on me.

Coleman wanted to kill you

when he broke into
your apartment that night.

I'm the one who told him no.
I never wanted you to get hurt.

I thought if anyone could
understand why I did what I did,

it would be you.

- Oh my god!

I mean, listen to what
you're saying.

This is insane!
What have you done?

- A hundred years from now,
when you and I are both gone,

no one would know what I did.

But, they will have the ring.

This ring.

And they'll believe it is
the Ring of Sophia.

They will believe in it.

Surely this is reason enough
to justify my actions.

- Nothing can justify
what you've done.

- I'm so sorry you can't see it.

I always cared so deeply
about you, you know?

(Whimpers)

- What in hell
is going on here?

(Groaning)

- Madison.

Madison, please.

This is hard enough on me
as it is.

(Gasps)

(Carol screaming)

(Gunshot)

(Gunshots)

(Panting)

- Lester!

Oh my god! Are you OK?

Oh my god!

- Hey!

Hey!

I thought I'd find you here.

- How you feeling?

- I'm pretty good.

- I hope our little stunt didn't
get you into too much trouble.

- Ah, they decided
to call it even.

(Chuckles)

I heard you got
your job back.

- Yeah, I'm gonna take
some time off first.

Look, I don't--
Thank you for everything.

I don't know how
I'm gonna repay you.

- Just don't stay away
too long, all right?

- OK.

- I have a feeling that,
uh, she'd miss you.

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