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Victor Gaines.

Okay, we got a
possible situation.

We've got two men.

Masked and armed.

Drop your weapons.

I've got this.

You guys move.

Gentlemen.

Come on, Victor.

9-1-1, what's your emergency?

♪ Now, I'm takin' my chances ♪

♪ Bringin' it down now ♪

♪ For letting go ♪

♪ For letting go ♪

♪ Hopin' for somethin' ♪

♪ To come along and ♪

♪ Never let me go ♪

♪ Never let me go ♪

♪ When I get there ♪

♪ I will sing my song ♪

♪ Never regret ♪

♪ Givin' all you got ♪

Hm.

Morning, Jeff.

Chief.

You decent?

Try to be.

What'd you run out of coffee
down at the station, chief?

Well, I would not
say no to a cup.

But I assume that's
not why you're here.

There was some serious action
over in Boston last night.

Attempted robbery of a
brooch containing gems called

the Lakshmi emeralds.

One of the thieves was
shot during the attempt.

He's still in the ICU.

The other one got away.

Must be some serious hardware.

Roughly 5 million dollars.

Woof.

Big money.

The brooch was being picked up

from the Gaines and Associates
auction house last night.

To travel here.

To Martha's Vineyard?

Hm.

To the Pendray Hotel,
to be specific.

The Lakshmi emeralds
belong to Brittany Prajna.

Britt as in Zee's best friend?

The emeralds were
stolen from her family

over 60 years ago.

And you're thinkin' the
action might be outta here?

Well, Britt's hosting an event
over at the Pendray tonight

to celebrate the return of
this infamous family heirloom.

All the vineyard elite
is gonna be there.

Thornbury security is
overseeing the transfer.

You know, coordinating,
of course,

with Martha's Vineyard PD.

Well, Thornbury's top notch.

You workin' with Mike Vincent?

You know him?

Well, he's ex-Boston PD.

He offered me a job with
Thornbury after I was discharged

from the force.

Oh.

Actually, J.W., that's
kinda why I'm here.

Chief.

I'm retired.

Special plainclothes detail.

One night and the
pay is generous.

Vineyard life's not cheap
and I know you're pension's

not gonna take you that far.

You're not wrong.

You know, your father
used to say you were

the best detective in Boston.

Well, from what I've
seen, he was right.

I would be a fool not
to try to take advantage

of those skills.

And do I have to wear a suit?

No, no, no, no.

A tux.

Jeff.

What do you think
about the upgrade?

The place looks great, Bob.

Change is the only
constant in life.

Well, that, and good coffee.

Ain't that the truth?

Fried clams.

Homemade tartar sauce.

Very nice.

Peruvian dark roast, one sugar.

You know me too well.

Mm.

You, uh, you hear about this?

The Lakshmi emeralds?

Ah yes.

Lakshmi.

The Hindu goddess of
prosperity, wealth, and purity.

Things of great beauty,
like the emeralds,

drive people to extremes.

That's probably why the
brooch is said to be cursed.

Cursed?

I don't know about that,

but somethin' like this
comes to the Vineyard,

people tend to get a little...

Overly excited.

To extremes.

Excuse me, sir?

I am looking for
a friend of mine.

His name is Jeff Jackson.

He's about your height,

green eyes,

wouldn't be caught
dead in a suit.

Your dad
wanted me to wear a tux.

That wasn't gonna happen.

Last time I wore one of those,

it was senior prom.

It was powder blue.

Oh I wish I would've seen that.

If only you'd gone to
school on the island.

If only.

Well, I assume your dad told
you that he hired me tonight?

Yes, Britt's very
happy about it.

Oh.

So am I.

Likin' the new hair.

Yeah, I thought it
was time for a change.

Zee, looks
like you got your man.

Ah, I may have mentioned
offhand that my dad could use

some extra security and that
was supposed to be between us.

So where's all this goin' down?

Oh, right this way.

Jeff Jackson.

Mike.

Long time.

Heard about Boston.

Sounds like somebody knew
when you'd be pickin'

up the gems.

Yeah, sure looks like that.

Zee.

Mike Vincent.

Thornbury Security.

Director of Thornbury
Security, actually.

This is Zee Madeiras.

Doctor Zee Madeiras, actually.

- Oh.
- Excellent.

Everyone's acquainted now.

Britt, I've noticed
quite a few hotel guests

milling about.

Could we go over the
registered guest list?

Figure out who's
coming and going?

I'll have Chelsea grab
the logbook from my office.

Great.

So, the unveiling will
happen here, in the parlor.

Vineyard PD will take
care of the perimeter.

My boys will
deliver the package.

I'll be on point.

Jeff.

You can drift.

You're good at that.

I'm good at lots of things.

So I hear, Mr. Jackson.

Willard.

So you're thrice
presidential, I hear.

Your name.

Jefferson Washington Jackson.

Ah.

Clever.

This is my godfather
Willard Gilford.

He loves wordplay.

Pleasure.

Britt's father and I
were very close friends.

I've looked after Britt since
her parents passed away.

And he's been my
confidant ever since.

In fact, he advised
me on all the upgrades

to the Pendray.

And as Britt's
family attorney, I've
handled the return

of the Lakshmi emeralds.

Mm.

Well, I should get to work.

Need to do a walkthrough
of the grounds.

I'll join you.

I know this hotel like
the back of my hand.

Willard.

Chief.

This is a primary access point.

We'll make sure that no
unauthorized personnel come in

or out of the hotel.

Well, if someone's
gonna make a play

for the emeralds tonight,

I doubt they're gonna
walk out the front door.

My great, great-grandfather
gave them to his daughter.

But when she fell in
love with a peasant,

he disinherited her.

And, worse, he got a
holy man to put a curse

on the emeralds.

Yeah, I'm thinkin' Vineyard
PD should also patrol

the courtyard.

There's a lot of ground
to cover out here.

It's better if we
hold the perimeter.

No one in or out.

If that's the way
you wanna play it.

Anyway, my
grandparents worked hard,

saved,

and built this hotel.

When presidents and royalty
visited the vineyard,

they all wanted to see
the Lakshmi emeralds.

Until it was stolen
right off of Britt's

grandmother's dress while
she was attending the opera.

Grandma said it was the
curse catching up with her.

More like greed.

It wasn't long after that until

the emeralds disappeared
into the black market, right?

Until a few years ago

when I finally believed
that I tracked them down.

I held the brooch in my hand

only to discover
that it was a fake.

A well-crafted facsimile
of the real thing.

Yeah.

Willard was heartbroken.

'Scuse me.

Britt.

I have that info you asked
for from the logbook.

Oh.

Thanks, Chelsea.

Uh, Chief?

Excuse me.

Who was it that was trying
to auction off the emeralds?

A month or so ago, a
woman named Regina Fields

brought them to Victor Gaines
and Associates in Boston.

Completely unaware
of their origins.

Yeah, fortunately, the Gaines
gemologist recognized them

and they froze the auction.

Victor Gaines contacted me.

I confirmed the fact that they
were the Lakshmi emeralds.

Speaking of, we should ready
the package for transport.

Mr. Gilford.

Well, Mike Vincent seems to
have everything under control.

Yeah.

Let's hope so.

Evening.

Hm.

Hey, are you coming in?

The seats are filling up.

Ah, it's fine.

I'm gonna stand.

I'm on duty.

So, can you point out any
mucky-mucks that might have

a special interest
in the emeralds?

Well, the man in the
glasses is Victor Gaines.

As in, Victor
Gaines and Associates?

Mm hm.

The auction house who
identified the brooch, right?

Right.

And who's the
lady he's whispering

sweet nothings to?

That's Rebecca Lane.

She runs the
vineyard art museum.

We have an art museum?

Never been.

Shocking.

That's Britt's cousin, Lloyd.

I haven't seen him in years.

He's not Britt's favorite.

Can't pick your family.

Okay.

If everyone can please
take your seats.

I'm gonna get my seat.

Go right ahead.

Well, welcome all to The Pendray

and to this historic night.

Thank you so much for coming.

I especially wanna thank my
Godfather, Willard Gilford

and Victor Gaines
for all they've done

to bring the Lakshmi
emeralds home at last.

And a very special thanks
to Freddy and Regina Fields.

When Regina Fields brought
them to Mr. Gaines's

auction house,

one of his experts recognized
the Lakshmi emeralds.

Their prominence was
verified and, so,

here we all are.

In one week, I will
be signing the brooch

over to the Smithsonian
where it will be displayed

alongside so many other
priceless treasures.

But during that time,
guests of The Pendray,

will be able to see the
Lakshmi emeralds right here

as I will be wearing them.

And, now, the moment you've
all been waiting for.

Ladies and gentlemen,

the Lakshmi emeralds.

Beautiful.

Now that's worth stealing.

Britt.

Oh.

And when my great-grandparents
came to America,

it was all they had.

Not counting their
love, of course.

Oh, I like that.

Now, where in India did you
say the brooch originally

came from?

The gems, themselves, come
from the Ajmer-Rajsamand belt

of Rajasthan.

They were cut and
set into the brooch

by a master craftsman in Jaipur.

Pardon my intrusion,
Adij Sharma.

But please, call me AJ.

Culture India Magazine.

I'm writing a comprehensive
story on the history

of the Lakshmi emeralds.

I was very much hoping I
could arrange an interview.

I was actually just in
the middle of doing that.

Jackie Shawl, Vineyard Gazette.

So sorry.

I meant no offense.

Mm.

Ms. Prajna, please call me.

At your convenience.

Sorry about that.

If someone cost me a commission

on a five million dollar sale,

I don't think I'd be treatin'
him like my best buddy.

Gaines has ulterior motives?

I think 90% of this
crowd has ulterior motives.

Hey, guys.

- Hi.
- Hey.

So how does it feel?

Not too shabby, right?

It's unbelievable.

So how'd it feel tonight
being back in the game?

Better than hanging
around waiting

for the blue fish to bite?

This was a one-time deal, Mike.

I'm retired.

Come on, Jeff.

I heard the rumors.

What happened to your
partner was not your fault.

He wouldn't have been
there if it wasn't for me.

Listen.

You are too good a
detective to be cashin'

in your chips and wastin'
away on this island.

You remember that
offer I made you?

Yeah.

Yeah, well it still stands.

Come to Thornbury.

Be my number two.

Thanks, Mike, but I'm
exactly where I need to be.

What a night.

I'm beat.

Lloyd.

Hello, Britt.

I'd embrace you but I wouldn't
wanna damage the goods.

Mr. Gilford.

Mr. Prajna.

Quite the fairytale ending
you've engineered for Britt.

Completely disregarding
my claim to the brooch.

Your claim is
entirely false, Lloyd.

Britt's grandmother's
will made that very clear.

Lakshmi emeralds were
to be left to Britt.

The brooch.

The hotel.

Britt gets it all.

Lloyd.

Good luck holding onto it.

Everything okay?

Yeah.

So, you don't want me to wear
it tomorrow or, whenever,

because what?

Somebody's gonna try to
take it off me at gunpoint

or something?

It's definitely a
possibility, yeah.

You don't know how
many armed holdups I've

dealt with back in Boston.

But this is Martha's Vineyard.

We have crime here, too, Britt.

My grandma would
want me to wear it.

Proudly.

Britt, listen to
the professionals.

I could never live with myself
if anything happened to you.

You can wear it at the
hotel from time to time

where there are security
cameras and you're

surrounded by trusted staff.

But you need to lock
it up here at night.

Okay.

Yeah.

You're right.

How often do you change that?

Every week.

And only my assistant
manager, Chelsea and I

have the code.

Mm.

Nice security system.

Yes.

Willard convinced me to
upgrade a few years ago.

Yeah.

This is the right decision.

Thank you, both.

Yeah.

All good?

All good.

I'm gonna wrap things
up and head home.

And I'll say my goodnight.

- Goodnight.
- Night.

Thanks, both of you, for today.

Happy to help, Britt.

After all, I did get paid.

Well, I'm grateful
you took the gig.

Goodnight, guys.

- Night.
- Take care, Britt.

Your dad take off?

He said something about
a basket of fried clams

calling his name.

Oof.

That doesn't sound half bad.

You're asking me to dinner?

No.

No, not dinner, dinner.

Just beer and clams.

Well all right then.

Thanks for everything tonight.

You were pretty great.

Well, I am a well-trained,
former officer of the law, so.

Mm.

What?

Oh, it's just the,
uh, tartar sauce.

I mean, I'm just sayin' you
should try my tartar sauce.

You make tartar sauce?

Oh yeah.

Oh yeah?

Yeah.

I'm sorry.

How did a main lander get so
cocky about his tartar sauce?

It's not like I grew up in Iowa.

You are aware that Boston
is renowned for its seafood,

are you not?

Sure.

If you can even call
mainland cuisine seafood.

And you're callin' me cocky?

Truth be told, my dad taught
me his recipe for tartar sauce

the last summer that I
spent on the Vineyard.

Ah yes, that was
quite the summer.

Yes it was.

We were such kids.

We didn't think so at
the time, though, did we?

And look at us now.

All grown up.

Well, you're grown up.

I'm still pretty immature.

Well.

So?

Am I wrong?

Yeah, no, what these need

is my homemade tartar sauce.

Oh.

You make tartar sauce?

I don't make tartar
sauce, I bring it to life.

- Bold, bold statement.
- I'm tellin' you.

Hey, Britt, what's up?

Zee, I think there might
be someone in my house.

Britt?

Call 911 and get outta there.

Yeah.

Where is it?

No.

Where is it?

Britt?

Britt?

Oh no.

Okay, so, let me know
when anything changes.

Thank you.

Hey.

So, she has a concussion.

She has a hairline
fracture of the skull

which is causing cerebral edema.

Swelling of the brain.

It will subside, but she
does need to stay here for

a day or two.

I'm sorry.

I shoulda known.

No.

Mr. Jackson.

It's because of you and
Zee that she's still alive.

If anyone's to blame, it's me.

Helping bring that accursed
brooch back to this island.

I love that young
woman like a daughter.

There's nothing that
I wouldn't do for her.

You have any ideas?

Well, we all heard her cousin
Lloyd threaten her tonight

at the event.

I think he has a place
near Vineyard Haven.

I'll run on down
for a little chat.

Thanks, guys.

Yeah.

What's up?

I was just thinkin' if
someone broke into her house,

they're probably
targeting the hotel, too.

'Kay.

Did you see that?

Yeah.

Come on.

It's okay, everyone.

Please stay calm.

Hello?

It's Jeff and Zee.

We need to check the safe.

Yes, of course.

Right this way.

Wait.

Let me see that.

Oh no.

It's gone.

The key pad and
the fingerprint reader were

both ripped out.

Brooch was on the second shelf.

It's the only item
that was taken.

Chief, we got somethin'.

Take a look at this.

The main breaker was shut off.

What's this?

Somebody intentionally
cut the power.

Power went out at about 11:45.

So let's start at 11:30.

Well the basement cam's
completely blacked down.

The thief didn't have a lot
of time to bypass the locks

and get out of the hotel unseen.

Do these look like your guests?

I mean, yeah, I think so.

Look.

He's tryin' to hide his face.

He knows he's on camera.

Chelsea, scroll back to
before the power went out.

Mm hm.

Keep goin'.

Let's see if anyone
passes through that might

resemble our guy in the hoodie.

We're gonna need to look at
anyone who was at the event

who had any kinda
connection to the brooch.

Well, obviously cousin Lloyd.

Already on the list.

Victor Gaines from
the auction house?

The couple who
returned the brooch.

The Fields, yeah.

Freddy and Regina, right?

Right.

And then, of course,
Willard, but I.

I just really don't
think he's a suspect.

Already called him.

Voicemail.

Pause it.

You recognize him, Zee?

Ah, that's the waiter.

Same build as
the guy from the front door.

Well, whoever
he is, he just went

to the top of the list.

The ferries and the airports
are shut down until tomorrow.

The coast guard will be
patrolling the marinas,

make sure there's no
midnight departures.

See you in the morning.

Night, dad.

Night, Chief.

Goodnight, JW.

Thanks again for
helping us tonight.

Yeah, of course.

You worried about Britt?

Yeah, but she's tough.

She'll be okay.

Let me get you home.

Okay.

You know there's one thing
that's still botherin' me?

What's that?

That you assume that
you make better tartar sauce

than I do.

Oh, come on.

We'll see.

Another late night for you, huh?

You could say that.

Behind every great
fortune lies a great crime.

Huh?

Balzac.

Heard about the
theft at The Pendray.

How'd you hear about that?

Nothing travels faster
than light with the exception

of bad news.

Jackie posted the
story last night.

Last night?

How'd she get it that fast?

I don't know.

Why don't you ask her?

Can I get you anything to start?

Jackie.

Jeff.

I hear you were there last
night when the Lakshmi emeralds

were stolen.

Who told you that?

You know I can't burn my source.

Do you wanna give
me a statement.

You know the rules.

Talk to the chief if
you want a statement.

I already tried,
he gave me nothing.

But I figured you and I have
a much better relationship.

Oh.

Do we?

What do you say?

I'm sorry, Jackie, but, uh,

you have a wonderful day.

Mornin', JW.

Mornin', Chief.

I wanted to let
you know I stopped by

Lloyd Prajna's house.

No answer.

No car in the drive.

Hasn't been seen
at the terminals.

But we're lookin'.

There's a lot of
people to question.

And I know the last time
you helped us out it was

supposed to be a one time thing.

I hate to ask...

Was kinda hopin' you would.

You know, this is more than
just a five million dollar

family heirloom.

Someone went after Britt.

Put her in the hospital.

Zee could've been with her.

Yeah.

Where do you wanna start?

Well.

Have you located that
mysterious little waiter?

Nope.

Then why don't I
start with Stan over

at Vineyard Island Catering?

They worked the job.

Sounds good.

We'll find this guy.

Yeah, I recognize him.

Last minute hire.

Rodney Emerson.

He was supposed to pick
up his check this morning,

but he no-showed.

Figures.

Tried his number, but
it's no longer in service.

Oh, it says here he
lives at 4 Yawkey Way.

That's Fenway Park.

Ah.

Guy's got a sense of
humor, I'll give him that.

Thanks, Stan.

Okay.

Can you run the priors
on a Rodney Emerson?

Yeah, I'll have O'Connor
run him through the system.

Hey, listen, I tracked
down the Fields.

Those people who had
to give up the brooch.

It turns out they're
stayin' on the island.

It's right near you.

Text me the address.

Yeah.

Britt, I'm so sorry.

At least I'm alive.

God, I just.

I just got the emeralds back.

I know.

You know my dad has the entire
force working on it, right?

How did Willard take the news?

I actually don't know.

We haven't been
able to reach him.

Hm.

Yeah, we were in disbelief
when we heard what happened.

Even in a lovely
place like this,

such a violent crime like
that could be committed.

But, of course, I
should know that.

And why's that?

Regina was mugged twice
outside our brownstone.

But, I've taken the
necessary precautions.

Good for you.

May I ask your
whereabouts last night?

We were in town for awhile.

We heard some music at The Duke.

We're not under any kind
of suspicion, are we?

I'm just working in
conjunction with Vineyard PD.

You know, we're going through
the necessary protocol.

Well, as my husband said,

this was all quite
a shock for us.

I bet it was an even bigger
shock when you realized

that the brooch didn't
actually belong to you.

Yes.

Yes it was.

Of course when I bought
it at an estate sale,

I had no idea it
was stolen goods.

No one did.

Gaines said it's probably
changed hands dozen of times.

Did you know Victor
Gaines previously?

Only by name.

We brought the brooch
to him for appraisal.

We certainly didn't expect
to learn that what we had

were the Lakshmi emeralds.

Of course not.

But it was Gaines who
invited you to the event

at the Pendray?

We wanted to come.

See that sweet girl's
family heirloom returned.

Mm hm.

Well, thank you for your time.

You plan on heading back
to the mainland soon?

We actually have the
rental for another two weeks.

We were hoping to enjoy
our time on the vineyard.

Good.

Well, enjoy.

Thank you.

Yeah.

I really don't know, sir.

Maybe I can just take your
number and give you a call or-

Oh, Zee.

Maybe you can help.

Uh, this gentleman is
asking about Britt.

Oh, what about her?

Yes, I'm AJ.

Sharma.

I'm writing a feature article
for Culture India magazine

about the Lakshmi emeralds.

Right.

I remember you from the event.

Yes. Yes.

I'm working on a piece
about Indian immigration

into America told through
the specific story

of Britt's family.

I was hoping she could
fill in some blanks.

Um.

Unfortunately, Britt's
in the hospital.

Oh.

Is she all right?

Yeah, she'll be
out in a day or two.

Good.

Well, please let her know
that I'll be on the island

for another week and

I'm available
whenever she has time.

I really need to talk to her.

I'll let her know.

Thank you.

Then they said
they're staying on the island

for another couple of weeks.

Well, they must
be pretty miffed.

Losin' a five million dollar
brooch and then see it stolen.

You would think, but
they played it pretty close

to the best.

Any luck on Emerson?

Well, we ran priors
and found a connection

between our waiter friend
here and this thief,

Shawn Murphy.

That's the guy Thornbury
put in the ICU.

He was the one who was
trying to steal the emeralds

outside of the auction house.

He's still in a coma.

So, then Emerson must be
the driver who got away.

We got patrols out
goin' door to door.

We will find him.

What about Victor Gaines?

I called the auction
house over in Boston.

They said he is not available.

They say why not?

No.

So you thinking he's
still on the island?

Well, we got people
out lookin' for him

and cousin Lloyd.

All of a sudden,
everyone seems to be MIA.

Hey, Zee, what's up?

Jeff.

Hey.

JW has graciously
consented to help us out.

That's great.

Um, I'm here 'cause
Britt's awake.

So, you can talk to
her if you want to.

I do. I do.

And, I called Willard again
to tell him what happened

and there's still no answer.

Huh.

Why don't you and I swing by?

Tell him in person.

Okay.

Keep in touch, guys.

Will do.

Willard!

Let's take a look around.

Jeff.

Is that a tie?

That's Willard's.

Willard!

Willard!

Zee.

Oh no.

He's dead.

Hey.

You okay?

When we were kids, he used
to take me and Britt sailing.

Do you remember that
beautiful boat he had, Dad?

Sure I do.

He was a good man.

No sign of forced entry
in the house, Chief.

Nothing appears amiss.

Coroner's showed up.

Yeah, send him down.

Did you find somethin', Zee?

Well no blood.

No blunt force trauma,

but I found these.

It's nitro glycerine.

He had a bad heart.

So, cardiac arrest?

He's got some odd
cutaneous marks here.

And some more here and here.

And do you see these
abrasions on his wrist?

Looks like he was tied up.

You have any idea what
might've caused these marks?

No, but he was
clearly under duress.

And given that he had
a heart condition...

So, we're likely
lookin' at a murder.

Yeah.

You find anything on the
security footage, chief?

We're still goin' through it.

And what about Lloyd Prajna.

He's not answering
any of his phone calls.

We gotta find Rodney
Emerson yesterday.

Hey.

Do you mind helpin' me?

Telling Britt.

Yeah.

Of course.

Thanks.

Come on.

I just.

This is so, so awful.

Maybe the legend is true.

You know, like the Hope Diamond.

Maybe the brooch is cursed, I.

I never should have had
it brought back here.

Britt.

Don't even go there.

It's not your fault.

Thanks.

I'll take 'em.

Aw.

Here.

Thanks.

It's from Willard.

He must've sent them before...

Sorry, Zee, can you?

Yeah.

"My darling Britt,

Your safety means more
to me than any gems.

Let the brooch stay buried
in the annals of time.

We must discard the
transient and seek the truth.

For that, I hope you'll
return to the works

of Clifford Moncrief.

They are a light
in the darkness.

Love, Willard."

Who's Clifford Moncrief?

I.

I don't know.

Why do I feel like
I know that name?

It's late.

Gonna head home?

I've still gotta
do Willard's autopsy.

You gonna be okay?

We need to know how he died.

Yeah, well I was thinkin'
I might head back over

to the Pendray.

Get a nightcap.

You're going back to
poke around, aren't you?

You're gettin' pretty good

at this whole
detective thing, huh?

Yeah.

I'll check in later.

I'll take a beer.

Hello.

How are you?

No, I'm so happy
that you called me.

Thank you.

I hope I'm not interrupting.

Um, can we help you?

Jeff Jackson.

Friend of Britt.

Prajna.

Oh.

Yes, of course.

You were, um, you
were at the event.

Mind if I join you?

Oh, we were just...

Discussing our
dealings in the, uh,

in the art world.

Dealings?

As in five million
dollar emerald brooches?

You have any idea where that
might've disappeared to?

Well, I imagine it's
already on the black market.

You seem pretty confident.

You have a lot of experience
in that sorta thing?

No, just an assumption.

Actually, I don't know
anything about that side

of the business.

You know, Jeff,

I'm sorry, but, if
you'd excuse us,

I think we'd like to
continue our evening.

Of course.

Just one more thing.

Victor, you seem pretty chummy
with, uh, Willard Gilford.

Well, our paths have
crossed over the years.

I consider him a friend.

Well, I hate to be the
one to tell you this, but,

Willard was found dead
earlier this evening.

What?

How?

We believe he was killed.

Um.

What's, uh.

It's just shocking to
hear about Willard,

Mr. Jackson.

I...

I don't know anything about
his death, but, please, um.

If you could excuse me.

Rebecca, we should go.

I think so.

Goodnight.

Hello?

Hey, Jeff.

It's Stan.

That guy you were lookin' for?

Yeah, Rodney Emerson.

Yeah.

He just came by to
pick up his paycheck

and I got a local
address for him.

Hey, thanks, Stan.

Uh, could you text it to me?

You got it.

Okay.

No laceration, but you
have a heck of a contusion.

Well I woulda ran the guy down,

but it's a bit harder
when you're seein' double.

You shouldn't have even
been here without back up.

Couldn't let him get away.

It seems like he did.

Fair point.

This will help reduce swelling.

Quite the bedside
manner you got there, Doc.

Is that how you take care
of people back in New York?

They're better behaved.

So, how'd you get into
that business anyway?

Um.

Well growing up, it
was just me and my dad.

And...

We took care of each other.

It just got to be
something I was good at and

something I enjoyed.

There's a lot of people who
need taking care of in New York.

And I needed a change.

And what brought you back?

It was a different
kind of change.

Very mysterious.

Whatever you say, detective.

JW.

You okay?

Oh, he'll be just fine.

Anything in there that
might help us find this guy?

I'm afraid not.

But I just heard
from the station.

Lloyd Prajna's neighbor
called in a tip.

Lloyd is back home.

Well let's go pay him a visit.

Yeah.

Hey, thanks.

Anytime.

Hi, Lloyd.

Remember me?

I'm Chief Madeiras.

This is Jeff Jackson.

We'd like to ask
you some questions.

Yeah?

What about?

Willard Gilford?

Willard sent you
over her to hassle me?

Doesn't he have
better things to do?

- Not anymore.
- Whoa.

Lloyd.

Willard Gilford is dead.

Oh and you think I had
something to do with it?

You had an altercation
with Britt and Willard at

the Pendray.

Night of the event.

Hey, look, I.

I was just upset
about the brooch.

Okay?

I had fair claim to it.

And Willard was the only
one standin' in your way.

Hey, I wouldn't kill him.

Where have you
been since the event?

I was out.

On a friend's boat.

What's your friend's name?

Sam.

Something.

Look, I just met the guy, okay?

And, unless I'm being
charged with something,

I'd really just like to
catch up on some sleep.

Do you know this guy?

Nope.

And you don't know anything
about the missing brooch?

If I knew something about
the five million dollar

emerald brooch, do you
think I'd still be here?

Don't make any
vacation plans, Lloyd.

Is that how
you do things in Boston?

Not typically.

I'm not a cop.

Fair enough.

Good idea.

Text me that, will ya?

You got it.

This car could be a
match to cousin Lloyd's.

Same size, same shape.

Well, so are half
the cars on the island.

I'm waiting on a warrant
to search the property,

including his car.

Chief, got somethin'!

The keypads were
pulled and exposed,

but they weren't hacked.

Whoever did it used a code.

But Britt and Chelsea
are the only ones with the

access codes.

This time code here matches
the time when Britt put

the brooch in the safe.

So, that's Britt's code.

Just like all these
used before it.

Except that one.

The last code used.

It's different.

Someone had a master code.

A back door into the safe
that nobody else knew about.

Right.

Now, the fingerprint
reader, itself, was clean,

so we couldn't pull an
actual print off of it.

But when it's scanned, the
print creates a date file.

So like the access code, the
last one used is different

than all the other ones.

So, a print and the
codes are different

than Britt and Chelsea's,

but they still worked.

But why would a burglar
rip out the keypads

if he could bypass
them with a code?

To make it look
like he couldn't.

There's somethin' else.

This is the security footage
from the night of the event.

I matched two camera angles.

That's Rebecca Lane.

Yeah, and she's
talkin' to Emerson.

Print that for me.

Let's take a field trip
to the Vineyard Art Museum.

Ah, wonderful.

Thank you.

Oh.

Something tells me, um, you
aren't here to enjoy our art.

Hi.

Hello, Chief.

Can you tell us what you
know about this man, Ms. Lane?

Um, not, not a lot.

You two look friendly.

Well, he was working the event.

His name is...

Rodney something.

Emerson.

That's right.

I was introduced to
him by Victor Gaines.

How does Victor know him?

Just an associate from Boston.

That's all he said.

Well, thanks for
your time Ms. Lane.

Of course.

If she's telling the truth,

that means Victor Gaines
knows Rodney Emerson.

Well, Victor Gaines was
expecting a nice percentage

from the Lakshmi
emerald's auction.

Which got completely
pulled out from under him.

Maybe he's the big time guy
behind the small-time thief,

Emerson.

Either way, Victor Gaines
knows more than he's lettin' on.

You read my article?

Yeah.

Yeah, it was good.

You know, I actually
wanted to offer you a lead

on another story.

I'm all ears.

Willard Gilford's dead.

Autopsy says induced
heart attack.

Likely after some kind
of violent interrogation.

Yeah, that's...

- Horrible?

Yeah.

Obviously, you should talk
to the chief and Dr. Madeiras

if you want any
official statements.

Jeff.

You know I don't burn
my sources, but...

Circumstances have changed.

Meaning?

Willard Gilford was my
source on the stolen brooch.

Huh.

Because he's the
one who stole it.

So you think Willard
stole the brooch?

Britt told us that he
advised her on all the upgrades

to the Pendray.

And it makes sense that he
would have a master code

and a thumbprint to
get into the safe.

Yeah, but why would
he betray her like that?

That I don't know.

She was released this morning.

We need to go tell her.

My grandfather
was particularly proud

of his work in preserving
the North Cove Lighthouse.

It's now a museum in his honor.

Oh, I'll have to go and visit.

Yes, I could give you a tour.

Thanks, Britt.

I have to say I was
surprised to hear from you

after what's happened.

Well, that's actually
the reason I called.

Everything is being
sensationalized and I just, um.

I'm so sorry.

Can we continue
this another time?

That's no problem, I...

Mr. Jackson.

Mr. And Mrs. Fields.

This is Dr. Zee Madeiras.

Yes.

Saw you the other
night at the event.

Yeah, that's right.

Which feels like a lifetime ago.

Any luck locating the emeralds?

Not yet.

'scuse us.

Uh, AJ, my friends,
Zee and Jeff.

AJ is writ...

Writing the magazine
feature, I remember.

Nice to meet you, Jeff?

Yeah.

Thank you again, Britt.

And I will take you up on that
offer to tour the lighthouse.

Definitely.

What now?

Let's take a walk.

That.

No, no.

That makes no sense.

It's absurd to think
he stole the brooch.

Britt.

Willard's the one who
advised you to install

the new security system, right?

Yes, but.

Didn't he have a master code?

Can't something
like that be hacked?

Well, yes, but,

we know it wasn't.

I just.

If it was him, then someone
made him do it against his will.

That's the only explanation.

Do you think it
might be possible that

someone made him do it?

Like Britt said?

Maybe.

Willard's not just gonna
give up the brooch.

Which would explain why he
was tied up and interrogated.

His killer wasn't trying
to find out where Britt

was keeping the brooch,

but where Willard had hidden it.

Hm.

Begs a million dollar question.

Sorry.

Slow day.

No.

What is the million
dollar question, Bob?

Did Willard reveal where
the brooch was hidden

before he died?

I think we should
take a closer look

inside Willard's house.

Maybe it's been
there the whole time.

Geez.

So this is how the
other half lives.

Wow.

Looks like someone else thought
the emerald would be here.

Yep.

Chief.

JW.

I just talked to Lloyd
Prajna's neighbor.

He left with a packed
bag 20 minutes ago.

Looks like he's skipping town.

Got O'Connor going
to the airport.

You're closer to the ferry.

Can you get there?

Yeah.

We're leavin' Willard's now.

All right.

Hey, Zee.

We gotta go.

What's going on?

There he is.

Stay here.

Lloyd?

Lloyd.

Lloyd.

Lloyd.

Get outta the way.

Lloyd!

Lloyd.

Lloyd.

Listen, Lloyd.

My back's killin' me.

So I really don't
wanna fight you.

But I'm pretty sure I'd win.

What do you say?

You done?

Come on.

Go.

Are you okay to drive?

Yeah.

Just flarin' up a little.

Hey, Jeff.

What happened that night?

What night?

You know what night.

What happened was that
my partner and I got

into a fire fight
with a suspect.

38 special.

That's what we call them.

'Cause you kill with a 38.

We were trackin'
him for a while.

My partner and I both got hit.

But only one of us died.

Now, you prepare for it, but

you never really prepare for it.

And one thing's for sure.

I've got a 38 caliber
slug in my back

to make sure I never forget.

A 38?

Are you sure that's
what you were shot with?

I mean, yeah.

That's...

That's what the perp carried.

Why?

When you first came to see me,

the x-ray of your back
did not show a 38.

What are you talkin' about?

Whatever's in your back is
a different caliber bullet.

Are you sure?

I'd bet my career on it.

'Cause that would mean...

That would mean there was a
second shooter that night.

I think it's possible that
whoever actually shot you

is still out there.

It's a simple question.

Why did you run?

I'm not gonna say anything
without my attorney present.

How'd you get that
cut on your hand, Lloyd?

Breaking into Willard's house?

Ah...

torn...

ey.

So Lloyd isn't talking.

Yet.

You think he did it?

Well, he's definitely
hiding something.

How do you know?

People tend to deflect when
they have something to hide.

Huh.

Like you.

Like me?

Outside Emerson's place.

When I asked you what brought
you back to the island,

you dodged the question.

That must mean...

That it's personal.

I came back because of a guy.

A guy?

Mm hm.

A guy who was my fiancee.

You were engaged?

Mm hm.

So?

What happened?

Well.

Um.

It's Willard's
toxicology report.

Okay, so, in addition to
taking nitro glycerine,

he was also taking
angiotensin receptor blockers.

His heart was giving out.

So he didn't have long to live.

No.

Why would someone steal a
priceless brooch if they

aren't even gonna be
around long enough

to enjoy the benefits?

The last thing
that Willard said,

was that he would do
anything for Britt.

Right, so.

And he made it
look like a burglary,

not an inside job.

So he could throw the
suspicion from himself.

Unless, he staged it
to look like a burglary.

So people thought the
brooch was actually stolen.

To protect Britt.

By stealing from her?

Remember how upset he was
that night at the hospital?

I mean, Britt
could've been killed.

The brooch was putting
her life in danger.

But if people thought
it was gone forever,

she'd never be at risk.

Right.

So, to be sure she
would never be at risk,

he told Jackie Shawl about
the burglary that night.

So she would run with
the story right away.

Yeah, it actually makes sense.

What I don't understand is
why he wouldn't just tell her

before he did it.

Again, to protect her.

So she wouldn't be
implicated in a crime.

We have to talk
to Britt tomorrow.

Yeah.

Tell her the potentially
good news about Willard.

And the potentially very
bad news about Lloyd.

That makes so much
sense about Willard.

And it means the key to
finding his killer is finding

that brooch.

But I gotta tell ya,

I find it hard to
believe Lloyd would.

I mean, I know he's
unpleasant, but

I don't think he's a murderer.

Hello, everyone.

Hi.

Sorry to intrude.

We're just so glad to
see you're up and about.

But deeply sorry to
hear about Mr. Gilford.

He was a lovely man.

It's shocking.

Thank you.

There been any leads?

Any closer to finding
out who did it?

The investigation's ongoing.

Well, if there's
anything we can do,

please let us know.

It'll have to be over
the phone, though.

We're on the way
to the ferry now.

I thought you mentioned
you'd be staying on the island

the next couple of weeks.

That was our original plan.

Unfortunately, there's
some pressing business

that needs my attention.

Ah.

Well, safe travels.

Thank you.

Take care.

Bye.

Hey.

I assumed you asked me
to meet you so you could

give me another scoop?

No scoops.

Just yet.

I asked you to meet me
because I could use your help.

Hm.

I'm listening.

When you covered
the Lakshmi event,

did you get any background
on Freddy and Regina Fields?

Freddy Fields comes from
a very wealthy family.

A known art collector,

he recently offloaded
several pieces,

but nothing nearly as valuable
as the Lakshmi emeralds.

His wife, Regina,
runs a nonprofit,

has been honored
for philanthropy.

So, by all
accounts, good people.

Maybe.

What about Victor Gaines?

Seemed pretty straight forward.

Two newsworthy auctions,
but, nothing notable in his

personal history.

I wanna know more about
Gaines and Associates.

You have anybody back in
Boston who could dig into 'em?

Could make a few calls.

I'd owe you one.

Yeah, you really
are running a tab.

I'm good for it.

Oh, my grandmother
loved attention.

The parties and the headlines.

I mean, she was that
way until she died.

Quite the character.

I think that's why we
had so much fun together.

Yeah, she really knew how
to make life interesting.

Mm hm.

Wonderful.

I'd like to offer my
condolences for Mr. Gilford.

Thank you.

He had spent quite
some time tracking down

the emeralds, no?

Yeah, hee did.

He was happy to finally
bring them back here.

It's where my grandmother
would've wanted them.

Yes, he had told me the
story of when they were

originally stolen.

The curse catching up with him.

Yeah, that was a story
he really liked to tell.

Did Willard put any
credence in the curse?

No, not really.

It's just that, with
the history of the brooch,

it doesn't seem so far-fetched.

I'm sorry.

How do you mean?

Well, the attempt in Boston
and the attack on you, Britt.

The theft of the
emeralds here and, now,

Mr. Gilford's death.

Yeah, but the
curse can't be real.

Who can say?

You know what?

Why don't we take a break?

Of course.

We'll

finish this another time.

How's Britt holdin' up?

She's fine.

We actually just
met with AJ Sharma,

the writer from the
Culture India magazine.

How was that?

Um, I mean, she loves
talking about her grandmother,

but he just kept
bringing up Willard.

And it seems like he's
obsessed with the curse.

You think that's
just a story angle?

I mean, I feel like I'm
being paranoid ever since

the brooch came on the island.

Zee, you and I both
know curses don't exist.

It's Jackie Shawl.

Asked her to run
something down for me.

Hey, Jackie.

Ten years ago, Victor Gaines
was charged with attempting

to sell stolen jewels
on the black market.

How come it didn't
show up on his record?

His lawyer had it expunged.

Buried it.

One of my contacts dug it up.

I'm gonna email it
to you right now.

Yeah, thanks.

Looks like we need to
have another conversation

with Victor Gaines.

Hi.

We're looking for a guest by
the name of Victor Gaines.

Thanks.

I have some more questions
for you, Mr. Gaines.

Can this be brief?

I have somewhere to be.

When I saw you
at the Pendray bar,

you told me you have
no knowledge of trading

on the black market.

But ten years ago, you were
charged with smuggling jewels

out of Europe.

Those charges were dropped.

Yeah, because the key
witness died two days

before the trial.

That's awfully
convenient for you.

As a matter of fact, it
was quite inconvenient.

Can you explain?

I was innocent.

If the case had gone to
trial, I would have been

completely exonerated.

When the witness died,

the prosecution decided
to drop the case,

but the damage to my
reputation had been done.

Now, if that's all.

That's not all.

What can you tell me about
your friend Rodney Emerson?

Who?

The waiter you introduced
Rebecca Lane at the event.

Ah, yes, of course.

It was a surprise
to run into Rodney.

He did some janitorial
work at my building.

At the auction house?

Yes.

That's right.

Now, if we're done,
I really must go.

What's your
intuition telling you?

That was a total waste of time.

How about yours?

Redire ad fontem.

Huh?

Latin?

It means return to the source.

Rebecca Lane is connected
to Gaines who's connected

to Emerson.

But who connects them
both to the brooch?

Willard Gilford.

Yes.

Hey, wait a second.

What?

What do you think
about tracing this

from the thief's perspective?

Oh, okay.

Come on.

Yeah.

So he breaks this
window, lets himself in.

Right.

But with what?

I mean, there's nothin' here.

Wait a second.

What is it?

It's a piece of flashing
that protects the glass.

Must've got jarred loose
when the window was broken.

I didn't notice it before.

Wait, that's blood.

So, he broke the
window with his hand.

And who do we know that
has a cut on their hand?

I want to remind you that
my client is here voluntarily.

Your client is here
because his blood was found

on the smashed door at
Willard Gilford's estate.

The same estate that we
found Willard's dead body.

Maybe he was there to try
to cover up some evidence?

You have nothing connecting him...

Oh, no, it's okay.

I had heard the rumors
Gilford stole the brooch.

When he was found dead
without the brooch,

I thought, maybe he
might've hidden it somewhere

in his house.

So you broke in?

All I did was go in
and look around, okay?

I don't know anything about
the theft of the brooch.

I don't know anything
about Gilford's murder.

Then we'll be holding
you on the breaking

and entering until
that proves to be true.

What if I have information?

Like what?

I want a deal.

We can do what we can.

That guy you're lookin' for.

Emerson.

Rodney Emerson.

I started following
Victor Gaines around

after Gilford turned up dead.

He's chartered a boat.

Down in Vineyard Haven harbor.

Why were you following him?

I knew he was close to Gilford.

I thought he might
lead me to the brooch.

Well how does this
relate to Emerson?

I saw that Emerson guy
hangin' around Victor's boat.

Rodney Emerson.

Police.

Martha's Vineyard police.

Come on out.

Chief.

Rodney Emerson?

Yep.

If Victor's trying
to clean up his mess,

why leave a dead Emerson
on a boat he rented?

Maybe because Victor's
not the one who killed him.

I'd say he hasn't
been dead very long.

Maybe two, three hours.

Does that look familiar?

Yes it does.

Same wounds we found on Willard.

So now the Gazette
peddles in gossip?

It wasn't my article, Jeff.

I promise you, whatever
I write about this story

will be the whole truth.

You have to trust me.

Do I?

Look.

I don't know where this goes,
but it's more background

on Victor Gaines.

Maybe there's something there.

I'll let you know what I find.

Okay.

Foreclosure?

That's six months
before the auction.

Hey.

Guess what the
burn marks are from?

What?

A stun gun.

The measurement
between the two marks,

on both Willard and Emerson,

match the most common
type of stun gun.

Odd weapon of
choice for a killer.

Did you figure something out?

Maybe.

But we need a confession.

And for that, we need
to find those emeralds.

How?

Redire ad fontem.

Come on, let's take a drive.

Hey, you find something?

The Lakshmi emeralds.

And look.

Oh, Willard's boat.

Willard's note to Britt.

"Let the brooch be buried
in the annals of time."

He had a way with words.

We need to get on that boat.

Um.

Um.

He's at pier four at the marina.

Are these the keys
to the Annals of Time?

Pretty good.

There she is.

Now, I must've been on
this boat dozen of times

when I was younger and I
just never knew what the

annals of time meant.

Really?

I always thought you were a
know-it-all back in high school.

No.

I just knew more than you.

Permission to come on board?

Granted.

Let's see.

Ladies first.

So where would
you hide a brooch?

Willard using the word
buried makes me think

it's under our feet.

Like a trap door.

Under a Persian rug.

What do we have here?

Jackpot.

Hey, Chelsea.

Is Britt here?

Uh, nope.

She took off about
fifteen minutes ago.

Oh.

She's already at the lighthouse.

Well let's head over there.

Hello, Zee.

Hi.

We're just running
to the lighthouse.

Do you wanna ride with us?

The lighthouse?

Yeah, you're
meeting Britt there.

Am I?

Come on.

Let's go.

AJ?

AJ?

Voicemail.

Britt always answers her phone.

Chief, get a unit out to
the North Cove Lighthouse.

We're on our way.

I don't wanna have to
use this on you again.

Just tell me where
Willard put the brooch.

I don't.

I don't know.

He had to have told you.

I swear.

He didn't.

He didn't.

Please.

Gaines isn't our guy, Chief.

But while lookin' into him,
I found some interesting

information on the Fields.

Jeff found a public
notice that the Fields were

days away from having
their assets seized.

They're in massive
debt to the IRS.

They needed the money from
the sale of that brooch.

Regina said she'd been
mugged twice outside

of her Brownstone,

but that she'd
taken precautions.

According to the local paper,
she foiled the second mugging

with a stun gun.

That's what was used on
both Willard and Emerson.

Okay, we're on our way.

Hold off until we get there.

Wait.

Jeff, shouldn't we
wait for back up?

Britt could be dead by then.

Come on.

Britt?

Britt?

Stay here.

Wait.

Wait.

Wait.

We just wanna talk.

If you wanna live, you'll
get your friend Britt

to do the same.

Leave it.

Help her up.

Let's talk.

Like you said.

Come on, get up the stairs.

Move.

Both of you.

Britt.

Over there.

The police are on their way.

They know what happened.

And that it was you.

You're accomplice Rodney
Emerson was casin' the hotel

to steal the brooch.

When he saw Willard
cut the power.

And why would
Willard do that, huh?

Unless he intended to steal
the brooch for himself.

The three of you went to
Willard's to search the place.

But he wouldn't give
up the brooch, would he?

We just.

We were trying to get him to
tell us where he'd hidden it.

He had a bad heart.

We didn't know that.

We didn't mean to...

Kill him?

Well you did.

That's grand theft and homicide.

Double homicide,
if you count Emerson.

And now you can add
kidnapping to the charges.

Why did you take Britt?

He had to have told her
where he had hidden it.

He didn't, I swear.

Actually, Britt, he did.

His note he sent you
with the flowers?

You mean about
Clifford Moncrief?

He said the brooch was
buried in the annals of time.

You remember Willard's sailboat?

Oh my gosh.

- Of course.
- What are you babbling about?

The Annals of Time.

His boat.

And guess what we
found buried in it?

What?

Hey, hey, hey...

Easy.

It's in my pocket.

Give it here.

Untie Britt first.

Do it, Regina.

Do it.

Hey, that's close enough.

It's okay, Freddy.

What do you think I'm gonna do?

You're the one with the gun.

All I have is a five
million dollar brooch

that you killed to get.

So.

Here you go.

Stay back.

Both of you.

Back up.

On the ground.

Both of you.

Now.

What have you done?

What have you done?

The Fields
confirm they met Emerson

at Victor's auction house.

And they killed him, because
he was trying to go to Victor.

Probably to give them up.

Ironic that
they brought me here.

Willard always
called this place a light

in the darkness.

Britt.

You still have that
card Willard sent you?

Uh.

We need to go back to the hotel.

Come on.

Willard loved word games.

And this note is
basically a riddle.

All coded language.

Now, Zee and I were able to
figure out the first part.

About the brooch being
hidden in the boat.

But we also suspected that
they wouldn't be the real

Lakshmi emeralds.

Wait, you mean...

Willard told you that
the brooch would be buried

in the annals of time.

And after that, there's
this odd line about how,

"You need to discard the
transient and seek the true."

And transient had to be
code for the fake brooch.

That's what you
threw into the ocean?

So then, where are the
real Lakshmi emeralds?

For that,

you have to return to the
works of Clifford Moncrief.

They are a light
in the darkness.

As soon as I heard you say
that up at the lighthouse,

I remembered where I saw
the name Clifford Moncrief.

In the confusion after
he cut the power,

Willard must have
hid the brooch here.

In the lighthouse.

They never left the hotel.

You're incredible.

Oh my gosh.

Hey.

Hi.

Is that?

Just a gift of my
homemade tartar sauce.

Oh, it smells so good.

Chef Jeff.

Batter.

And did you chill these
before you battered them?

You know, just because
I wasn't born here

doesn't mean I can't learn.

Okay, we're doing
a blind taste test.

As soon as those clams are done.

Bring it, Madeiras.

So, uh, you never
finished telling me.

You know, about your engagement.

Well.

After the invitations went out.

We were gonna do it at
the Pendray, of course.

I found out that I wasn't
the only woman in his life.

And it almost destroyed me.

Until I decided it
just didn't have to.

And that this island is my home.

And he wasn't welcome on it.

Good for you.

Here's a towel.

Rookie move.

Oh no.

How do we do this?

Um, you close your eyes.

Seriously?

You close your eyes.

You are not to be trusted.

Come on.

It's a blind taste test.

I can get a blindfold.

No, no, no, no.

It's fine.

I'll close my eyes.

Right now, all right?

Mm.

Okay.

- I'm ready for the next one.
- Okay.

Mm.

Well, I think.

Clearly.

Beyond a shadow of a doubt.

They were both yours.

No.

Yes.

You tried to fake me out.

You tried to fake me out.

But I know my tartar sauce.

Busted.