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Hey.

[French]

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[woman gasping]

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Charlie: That nose of yours
never does takes a rest.

What are you
doing, pal?

Digging for treasure?

[Rex sniffing]

Oh thanks, buddy.

But it is a little
bit early for lunch.

However, it is time
for us to get to work.

Come on.

Let's go!
I'll race you!

Come on!
Let's go, buddy!

Come on!

Go for the
café au lait.

Coffee and milk sounds
so much better in French.

Ah, it's funny you
should mention French.

-Hmm?

-Guess who got
a wake-up call

from the prefect
of St. Pierre et Miquelon-

the French islands
off our coast-

this morning.

Well, that does
not sound très bon.

-No, it's not.

Paolo Rose was found
killed this morning.

He was a bigshot on the
food and wine circuit.

Ah, well if he was killed
in French territory-

why is this
one ours?

-Because he was
murdered on our side.

And his body was
shipped in a barrel of gin.

Ooh- that is
a new one.

What was he doing
in St. John's?

Well, we've hired
a French detective

to help you
figure that out.

He should be
here any minute.

Do you know
Val Bertrand?

Damn it!

Uhhh.

No, not Val.

It's this machine.

It keeps doing this.

And no, I've never
heard of him before.

I hope he's
not some-

pretentious-

Godard-quoting-

chain-smoker.

You flatter me, Detective.

May I?

Uhh.

[click]

[coffee pouring]

Here you are.

Détective Valérie Bertrand.

Reporting for duty.

Huh.

This was Paolo Rose.

One of France's most
famous culinary writers-

and close friend
of my father.

They met while Paolo was doing
a story on counterfeit caviar.

My father was a
detective on the case.

And they became friends.

The Caviar Cover-up.

I read that article.

He was a
good writer.

Valérie, this is Jesse.

Our tech d'extraordinaire.

Bonjour.

You have good
taste, Jesse.

But Paolo was more
than a good writer.

Well, I hear he had one of the
finest palettes in the world.

The best sommeliers
can identify a few hundred

varieties of grape.

Paolo knew two thousand.

Ohhh!

[Rex whines]

He promised to visit me in
St. Pierre et Miquelon one day.

But he never
made it over.

Except via gin
barrel this morning.

Jesse.

I'm sorry.

That's a bad joke.

[Rex groans]

Pas du tout.

Paolo enjoyed dark humour.

When did he get
to St. John's?

Tuesday morning.

He converted a hundred thousand
Euros into Canadian dollars

the day before-

and caught the
red-eye that night.

That's 150 K.

You could buy a whole
distillery for that.

Do we know where
he was staying?

We checked with all
the local hotels.

And there's no
record of him.

Maybe he used
a fake name-

to hide a mistress?

No, Paolo preferred
to flaunt his women.

Donovan: Well, someone in Paris
must know what he was up to.

No one even knew
he was here.

He told friends
and family

he was writing at his
villa in Saint-Tropez.

So we have
absolutely nothing.

And the person with
all the answers is dead.

Which reminds me-

What side of the border
is handling the autopsy?

The autopsy will be
done in St. Pierre.

I spoke with the
medical examiner.

And he won't be done
for hours, apparently.

So I arrangedto have
the clothes sent here-

for processing.

Sarah reads people like
she reads evidence.

I also managed to coax
some of his early findings.

He suspects Paolo drowned.

Probably around
6:00 PM yesterday.

Gérard also did bloodwork.

Paolo's blood
alcohol was 2.4.

So he was drunk
as a skunk at 6:00.

Not necessarily.

His tolerance was legendary.

Drinking was his job.

The killer left Paolo's wallet
and cell phone in his pockets-

complete with all
his cash and I.D.

So we can rule
out robbery.

But why go to
all the trouble

of stuffing his body
into the barrel?

Because the killer wanted
Paolo to be found.

Charlie: Alright
partner, it's lunchtime.

Dig in.

If Paolo saw
how you eat-

you'd never hear
the end of it.

Okay, don't knock the
vending machine sandwich.

The perfect baloney
and mustard balance

is an art
in itself.

Something you and Paolo
might not understand, but-

Do not pretend you
know how Paolo thinks.

I'm sorry.

I forgot that
you knew Paolo.

You know, my
father loved Paolo.

Every time he spoke of him,
his eyes would light up.

Even after he passed,
Paolo always called me

on Papa's birthday.

He'd tell me of their
escapades together.

It kept my father
alive for me.

Well, that's why we're going to
find the person who did this.

Yes.

But first, we drink.

Huh?

Jesse: I finally traced

where the barrel Paolo
was found in came from.

I'm sending you the address
of Clear Spirits Distillery.

It's a fancy gin distillery/
bar opened six years ago-

owned by a guy named Basil
Thomas and his wife, Claire.

Mmm.

Patience.

Allowing the
flavour to settle

is the key to unlocking
a gin's full potential.

Now, you.

Charlie: No.

We're not here
to taste the gin.

We want to know why
your oak barrels

are being used
in a murder?

Valérie: I'm picking
up subtle notes of-

almonds-

toasted almonds-

and green grass.

Your partner is impressive.

No, my partner
is over there

picking up subtle notes of
oak barrel and boot tread.

This is the victim.

His name is-

Paolo Rose!

He's dead?

You knew him?

His essays helped
popularize small batch gins.

He's why we're thriving.

Did you ever
see him?

No, I'm sorry.

What happened
to your eye?

A barrel fell while
moving inventory.

I had to do
it myself.

We're a little short-
staffed at the moment.

Valérie: Does everyone have
access to these barrels?

That's not my department.

Well, whose
department is it?

That would be me.

Claire Thomas, Basil's wife.

I run shipping
and receiving.

Excuse me.

Did I just hear that
Paolo Rose is dead?

His body was found stuffed
in one of your barrels.

Then shipped 280
kilometres away

to the French territory of
St. Pierre et Miquelon.

I can't believe it.

Had you seen him?

No.

I would've recognized him.

Valérie: This is the
barrel they found him in.

It's one of yours.

We run the largest
independent gin distillery

on the east coast.

We had over 300 barrels
last month alone.

Well we're not looking for
someone outside of St. John's.

We're looking
for a local

who would have access
to these barrels.

Well, I can give you
a list of my clients.

But it won't do
you much good.

I have over a
hundred regulars.

Let's start with
your largest.

I never was much
of a gin man.

But then I put
gin-tinis on the menu.

And the college
crowd went nuts for it.

That accounts for
ten barrels a month?

-You should come
here on Thursdays.

We also use the barrels
for my gin-infused IPA.

Care for a sample?

Very generous.

We're on duty.

You ever see
this man before?

Yeah, it's my
man, Anton.

Don't tell me
he got a DUI.

He's dead.

What?

Yeah, he got stuffed
into a gin barrel

and sent to St. Pierre
and Miquelon.

He arrived there at
7:30 this morning.

Well, that's not possible.

I just saw
him yesterday.

He was here?

Yeah, four
nights in a row.

I set him up with
his usual table.

Charlie: Under-

what was the name
that you said?

Under Anton.

Anton Page.

Was anyone with him?

No no.

He insisted on
sitting alone.

And he ordered
what he always does-

a plate of mussels and
a bottle of Pinot Grigio.

Can you direct us
to his usual table?

Mussels and Pinot sounds
like an excellent idea.

Ugh.

Paolo wasn't
here for the food.

The mussels are
serviceable at best.

I don't know.

I'm picking up subtle
notes of fennel and garlic.

Four nights of
garlic and fennel?

Well, maybe he was
here for the service.

They seem to be in tune to
the needs of the customer.

Here, pal.

Paolo wasn't a fan
of gimmicky spirits.

Gin-flavored beer?

He believed that beer
is beer and gin is gin.

Admittedly, Clear Spirits
was more his style.

So what drew
him here?

Whenever you're ready.

Miss?

Do you remember
the man

who sat at this table
the past four nights?

I remember orders,
not customers.

Here.

Oh yeah.

Him.

Valérie: Did he say
anything to you?

He kept to
himself mostly.

Always scribbling
in his notebook.

Charlie: Any chance he
might have mentioned

where he was staying?

If he did, I
wasn't listening.

I don't like
customers who flirt.

If you'll excuse me-

Ohhh.

Do you get the sense
that she didn't appreciate

Paolo's legendary charm?

Some French men
have difficulty

refreshing their
repertoire for today.

Of course.

Hmm.

That trash doesn't look like
it's been emptied in a while.

And Paolo was a
bit of a flirt.

Are you thinking
what I'm thinking?

Who writes anything
on a receipt?

People use their phones.

It's like you said.

Some Frenchmen have trouble
refreshing their repertoire.

Excuse me.

I'm going to
take that-

if you don't mind.

Shall we?

Mmmm.

Not our best idea.

Oh, I beg to differ.

[Rex barks]

I know.

We are good.

I'm afraid there's no
dogs allowed.

We're cops.

All three of us.

[Rex barks]

We need to see
room 106.

It's under the name
Anton Page.

Now would be good.

[beep]

Wow.

Oh Paolo, what
did you do?

[Rex sniffing]

I just talked to the
maintenance man.

He confirmed that the room
was fine when he came in

to change the smoke alarm
batteries at 5:00 PM.

-Which means-

we missed whoever did
this by less than an hour.

Mm-hmm.

[Rex sniffing]

Sarah: I didn't find any
prints inside the room.

But we did lift a partial
print from the outside window.

Our friend was trying
to escape in a hurry.

[Rex barking]

What are you
thinking, Valérie?

I'm thinking this Cava isn't
one of Paolo's favorites.

It didn't
have to be.

Because it
did the trick.

He was here
with a woman.

Huh.

Charlie: Unfortunately-

there's a lot of brunette
women in this city.

I still can't believe

the desk clerk never saw
Paolo with a single soul.

Hopefully, Jesse
will have better luck.

Oh, that's
a big yes.

Yeah, I was able to
salvage the SIM card

from Paolo's phone-

and dug up his
last few texts.

The final one
came Friday-

at 10:00 PM.

That's four hours after the
ETA on Paolo's time of death.

But Paolo's body
was in alcohol.

That could've affected
the estimate.

Jesse: Well, I mean I'm
not sure it matters.

The motive seems
pretty clear.

Your husband is
still following me.

I'm starting to
get nervous.

And it was sent
to Claire Thomas.

The owner of Clear
Spirits herself.

And our mystery brunette.

Okay, I lied about
not seeing Paolo.

There's no
law against it.

Actually, there is.

It's called
obstruction of justice.

Valérie: So it would
be wise to stop lying.

We're a small company.

I have a reputation
to protect.

Yeah, getting arrested-

is not going to improve
that reputation.

Come on, Claire.

Yes.

Paolo came to
Clear Spirits.

I'm a fan.

So I comped his meal
and sent him the Cava.

And then he invited
me back to his hotel.

Where you made love.

We're both adults.

I had nothing to
do with his death.

When was the last
time you saw him?

Wednesday morning,
around 3:00 AM.

I slipped out
while he slept.

Did your husband know?

That's our business.

This has nothing
to do with the case.

Ah non?

Because we have texts
between you and Paolo

where we get the feeling
it has to do with the case.

Charlie: Thursday, 6:33 PM.

Paolo: Does your
husband know?

You: What
does it matter?

Paolo: Because
he's following me.

And then, look
at what he writes

at 10:13 the evening
that he died.

Your husband is
still following me.

I'm starting to
get nervous.

Nothing to
say to us?

I'd like to speak
to my lawyer.

Sarah: So-

we're thinking Claire's
husband killed Paolo?

All signs
point to yes.

But unfortunately-

his wife didn't roll on
him as we had hoped.

You need a little
more evidence?

A murder site sure would
help shore things up.

Oh.

I may have something
for you then.

And it might give
us something

while we're waiting
for the autopsy results.

So, I was able to
extract some residue

from a crushed berry from
the tread of Paolo's shoes.

I had it analyzed.

And it came from a
rare hazel alder tree.

How rare?

Well, so rare that that if you
happen find one by a lake-

near Clear Spirits-

we might have
our murder site.

Okay, so how do we find
this unicorn hazel alder?

Well, with a little
help, of course.

[Rex barks]

[Sarah laughs]

Valérie: If
you ask me-

Sarah places too much
confidence in Rex.

I'm saying two capable
detectives can do better

than spend the day
following a dog.

[Rex barks]

Yeah, well I'm
saying Rex's nose

has solved more
crimes than I have.

-You're more comfortable
with dogs than people.

You know what?

I-

[cell phone buzzing]

Hudson.

Sarah: So right after you
left, I got the results

on some blood flecks I
found on Paolo's shirt.

Turns out-

they don't
belong to Paolo.

Huh-

Maybe it's Basil's-
Claire's husband.

He had a suspicious
eye injury.

Okay, well I just need
DNA to confirm it.

-No, there's no way

that he'll submit
to a sample

with his wife being
a person of interest.

-Well-

What he doesn't know
won't hurt him, right?

Basil: Swirl.

Smell, sip, spit.

Mmm.

The four S's
are the key

to unlocking a
gin's full potential.

Now, you.

Sarah: Thank you.

I'm finding it a bit
fruit-forward.

Do you have something
else more subtle?

I have just
the thing.

Charlie: The
DNA test is back.

Let's talk, Basil.

We know your wife
slept with Paolo.

Valérie: We have your
blood on the shirt

Paolo was wearing
when he was killed.

Charlie: We have
text messages-

from Paolo, the
night that he died-

saying that you were following
him in a threatening manner.

Valérie: We found Paolo

stuffed in one
of your barrels.

Charlie: We have
your black eye-

conveniently
witnessed by no one.

We miss anything?

I know it
looks bad.

But I didn't
kill Paolo.

Claire and I came up with the
idea to seduce Paolo together!

We needed a
good review.

And the black eye
is from the barrels.

How did your blood
get on Paolo's shirt?

I don't know.

I bled when the
barrel hit me.

I wiped it away
with an old shirt.

But I couldn't
find it after.

Okay, so the real killer
broke into Clear Spirits

stole your shirt,
and put it on Paolo?

I know it
sounds crazy.

But I didn't
do this.

I swear.

Save it for
the judge.

[Rex barking]

You need to
find Hank.

Who's Hank?

I don't know.

I overheard Paolo
on the phone.

And Hank's the
man he was after.

What did Paolo
say, exactly?

Uh, that he came
here for one reason.

To finish him off.

Finish him off.

What do you think
that meant?

It sounded like he
was planning a hit.

He took out a hundred
thousand Euros-

And converted it
into Canadian dollars.

Maybe blackmail?

Jesse: Guys.

Get this.

I went through the
hotel's security footage.

Okay- 19 hours
of nothing.

I was about
to give up.

And then I
said to myself-

Hold the phone and
shut the front door.

Jesse.

I think I found
our Hank.

Charlie: Freeze it there.

Zoom in on our
sharp-dressed man.

Charlie: Send that picture
to my phone, Jesse.

Wait wait.

What's that?

On the table.

Behind Paolo.

Jesse: Yeah, let
me blow it up.

Paolo's notebook.

That's what the waitress
was talking about.

Valérie: Charlie.

You think
he's our man?

Only one way
to find out.

[Rex barks]

Rex.

Charlie: Take
a good look.

I've never seen
him before.

He was in
the lobby.

You would see him from
where you're standing.

It wasn't my shift.

Charlie: Not according
to the time code.

I can't remember every person
who walks into this hotel.

Okay, two questions.

Do you like jail?

Because being an accomplice

will get you a first
class ticket there.

And how much
were you paid

to keep quiet?

A thousand dollars.

That's a lot of money
for a desk clerk.

Yeah, Paolo didn't
want to be found.

-Do you think the man in
the video is the hitman?

That money had
to go somewhere.

If you have a better
theory, be my guest.

If he was
a hitman-

where is the
other body?

Where is Hank?

Maybe our sharply-dressed
man pulled a double cross.

He stole Paolo's money

and then destroyed
the evidence.

-Charlie, we're overthinking.

We have a good
suspect in holding.

[motorcycle engine]

[Rex barks]

[gunshot]

Charlie: Get down!

[Rex barking]

Ughh!

[gunshot]

[Rex barking]

[screeching tires]

[motorcycle engine]

We found a 9mm slug
embedded in the bumper.

You guys are lucky
you didn't get hit!

Were you able to track
down the motorcyclist?

Oh, I just spoke
with Jesse.

He says the CCTV
footage is blurry.

What about
the tire tracks?

It's all hard asphalt.

We couldn't find any.

It doesn't make sense.

Hitmen seldom target police.

What if it was
the Russian mob?

Didn't your father and
Paolo's caviar story

send some of
them to jail?

But why target us?

Are we getting too
close to something?

Yeah, but too
close to what?

What are you
thinking, Charlie?

Yeah, what
do you think?

I'm- thinking-

[Rex growls]

I'm thinking that-

it has something to do with
the hundred thousand Euros

that Paolo took out
before he left Paris.

Yeah.

It's the golden rule.

Follow the money.

Yeah.

Claire: I told you.

My husband is innocent.

And that
may be true.

But is it possible that he
was involved a money scheme?

Maybe with Paolo?

Maybe with Hank?

You know him,
don't you?

I have customers.

[Rex growls]

Is he okay?

What is it, pal?

[Rex sniffing]

[Rex barking]

Hey.

Charlie: Hi.

You're a tough
guy to track down.

Hank.

Are you familiar
with Paolo Rose?

Valérie: We have evidence
you were with him.

We need to know
what you said.

Charlie: It's a murder
investigation.

If you don't feel
like co-operating-

we can just charge you
with obstruction of justice.

Donovan: You two.

A word.

Do you know
who this is?

He refuses to
identify himself.

And he
has no I.D.

Well, let me
help you.

This is Casper Gold,
CEO of Imperium Tech.

What is he
doing here?

He is a person of interest
in the death of Paolo Rose.

What do you
have on him?

Okay, you're
free to go.

Valérie: One question.

What were you and Paolo
Rose talking about?

I'm a fan
of his work.

I was asking for

his take on where to find
the best cod au gratin.

Charlie: Well, if
you are a fan-

then maybe you can
help us find his killer.

What do you know
about Hank?

Good luck, detectives.

Charlie: So much for
following the money.

That's from this morning.

Yeah, it's aged
to perfection.

That's disgusting.

Let me make you a
proper café au lait.

This is how
I like it.

Sarah: Charlie.

The results
just came in.

So those partial
prints we lifted

off the window
at the hotel.

You'll never guess
who they belong to.

Sophie Doucette.

I'm sorry.

That- you should-

I shouldn't have
jumped in there.

Turns out Sophie is
not just a waitress.

Guess what she
was in another life?

She owned a restaurant!

I did it again.

I'm sorry.

Yeah, Jesse.

Okay, so Sophie was
the former owner

of Cuillère à Droit-

I think I said
that right.

It was a fine
French restaurant

that was in
the same spot

that is now occupied by
Clear Spirits Distillery.

What happened to it?

Well it shut down
six years ago

after it got a
scathing review.

And you'll never guess
who wrote the review.

Paolo Rose!

Wow! See
how it feels?

Yeah, not good.

That changes everything.

Sarah: It gets better.

So Sophie was
once arrested

for breaking and entering

into her former establishment.

That's why her prints
were in the system.

But would she have been
able to overpower him?

Maybe her friend
Hank helped.

We just need
to find him.

I never heard
of Hank.

But you were aware of your
waitress's previous restaurant?

Of course.

Sophie's restaurant collapsed.

The snobs
pushed her out.

I felt bad
for her.

So I gave
her a break.

Did you know
about the charges?

Everyone deserves
a second chance.

For what it's worth?

Sophie's never as
much as stolen a tip.

You ever see her hanging
out with any unusual men?

Why don't you
ask her yourself?

[Rex barking]

[Rex barking]

In a hurry?

Did you kill
Paolo by yourself?

Or did you and Hank
do it together, huh?

What are you
talking about?

Paolo was
looking for Hank.

So now tell us
where he is.

Hank isn't a man!

It's a bottle!

[Rex barking]

Hank is short for
Henry the Fifth-

the finest cognac
on the planet.

Henri Cinq.

But of course.

Sophie: My grandpa
saved a soldier

during World War II

who turned out to be the
son of a French chevalier.

He was gifted one of
the bottles in return.

You know this
for a fact?

I know he hid it
in our wine cellar.

But I never
found it.

After he died-

I turned it into
Cuillère à Droite.

I was doing fine-

until Paolo Rose's
review destroyed me.

So you had to sell
the wine cellar-

where, years later, the
Henri Cinq resurfaced.

When I heard
the rumours-

that Paolo
was after it-

and you were
after him-

I broke into his hotel
room to try and find a clue.

But there was nothing.

He destroyed your restaurant
and then tried to pick you up?

I didn't kill him.

I just wanted what
was rightfully mine.

It's just a bottle.

It's not just
a bottle.

Sophie: Henry the Fifth was
the last legitimate descendant

in the French
royal family.

Exactly five bottles were
created in his honour.

It is said to taste like
angels dancing on your tongue.

Some say a single sip
from the Hank Cinq

will transform
your life forever.

[Rex yelps]

Sophie: So then,
you must understand.

There's one bottle left.

And it was
taken from me.

Do you know
how that feels?

The life of a
very good friend

was taken from me.

So I think I do.

[ping]

Text from Sarah.

Autopsy's in.

Come on, pal.

[cell door closing]
[door buzzer]

So it was
a drowning.

Just not in fresh water.

His lungs were
full of salt water.

So he didn't drown in the
lake behind Clear Spirits.

[Rex whines]

Valérie: Leaving us with only
the entire Atlantic Ocean.

Well, not quite.

I requested
a diatom test.

And it turns out there was
excessive concentration

of aquatic micro-organisms.

A full algal bloom.

Red tide?

Exactly.

And with a
little luck-

and a lot
of Jesse-

we might be able to hone
in on our drowning site.

Jesse: We start with the
inland bodies of water.

And then we take
out the fresh water.

And highlight
those with red tide.

And are any of them in
the city of St. John's-

with a nearby
hazel alder tree-

that match the berry
found on Paolo's shoe?

[beep]

Boom goes the dynamite.

Ready for
round two, Rex?

[Rex barks]

♪♪
[theme music]

Charlie: This is the
hazel alder berry.

Looks like Rex's nose is
going to help us after all.

[Rex sniffing]

All right, partner.

Track it.

[Rex sniffing]

[Rex sniffing]

[Rex barking]

Good job, partner.

You found it.

[Rex barking]

Charlie: Salt water,
red tide, alder berries.

This is the place.

And no CCTV
cameras anywhere.

You might say that it's the
perfect place for a murder.

[Rex sniffing]

What have you
got there, pal?

[Rex barks]

Looks like tire tracks.

Strange place
for a car.

[phone buzzing]

Mills.

Oh, we're doing last
names now, are we?

Yeah, I mean all the cool
cops use last names.

McNulty.

Peralta.

McLane.

Thanks for
clearing that up.

Look, I just
sent you a pin.

Yeah, got it.

Find me the nearest
CCTV camera.

Okay, I
am on it.

One second.

It's the access road

right behind the treeline
where you're standing.

Okay.

Go back to
Wednesday at 6:00 PM.

See if a car
pulled in.

-Yeah, okay.

I'm on it.
One sec.

Bingo.

SUV.

Looks like a 2018.

Who owns it?

Okay.

Checking the
license plate now.

[beep]

[ping]

That would be one
Galen Wheatcroft.

Tell Donovan I
need a warrant.

♪♪
[percussive music]

Valérie: I'll check
around back.

[knocking]

Charlie!

Over here!

That's Galen's bike.

[Rex barks]

Charlie: Here comes
the last box of evidence

from Galen's house.

[Rex sniffing]

[Rex barks]

Good job, partner.

Means the gun has
been fired, recently.

A motorcycle
and a gun.

How much more
damning can this get?

A lot more.

Paolo's notebook.

Page after page-

detailing the aromas and
properties of the Henri Cinq.

He must have
heard the rumour

that the bottle had
surfaced in St. John's.

Which is why he was hanging
out with Casper Gold-

the tech CEO.

Both the most wealthy-

and the least chatty guy
I've ever interrogated.

-Except-

he would have been
gravely disappointed.

What is that?

Fusel oil.

A common congener.

And a congener is-?

-This is used

to manipulate the
aroma of brandy.

That would explain the fake
labels and vintage bottles.

One in a thousand
can detect a congener

and tell the difference

between an imitation
and the real deal.

And Paolo was
that person.

That's why
he was killed.

Yeah, because he found
out that Hank was a prank.

Charlie: I bet Paolo's
not the only one

who can sniff
out a congener.

[Rex sniffing]

Find the phonies.

[Rex sniffing]

[Valérie laughs]

[Rex barks]

Remarkable.

That's four for four!

Yeah!

We've got an APB
on Galen Wheatcroft.

And we've notified
the border police.

But still no
sign of him.

So you guys
need to sit tight.

What is this?

Just something
we're working on.

Valérie: We needed
a control group

so Rex can sniff
out the fakes.

Not many people can
tell the difference.

But apparently Rex can.

Okay, can
we get back

to the business of
solving murders please?

Jesse: I might be
able to help with that.

I cross-traced Casper Gold's
IP address with Galen's.

And found a secret
meeting place

where several people
were willing to part

with a hundred K,
paid in Bitcoin-

for a single
shot of Hank.

Oh please, don't
tell me it worked.

Like a charm, yeah.

People ordered doubles.

Even triples.

But they
were also told

the bottle was stolen.

Which is why Casper and
company were so secretive.

Galen is capitalizing on
their fear of getting caught.

Twenty-five shots at a hundred
thousand dollars a pop?

That's a 2.5 million
dollar payout.

That's a sum
worth killing for.

So how did
Galen do it?

Well we're still trying
to figure that out.

Maybe Paolo
wanted a taste

of Hank Cinq himself.

He started looking into it
and found some holes.

Donovan: Hey.

Casper Gold's been spotted in
Saint Pierre and Miquelon.

That's where Galen's
holding his event.

Not on Canadian soil.

Donovan: Mm-hmm.

Which means
that one-two-

three of you are
going on a trip.

[Rex barks]

♪♪
[upbeat music]

[French]

Valérie: Yes.

Come as fast
as possible!

Back-up will be here
in twenty minutes.

[Rex barking]

Charlie: Or maybe
sooner than that.

Hey.

Uh-je me suis-

Whoah.

[Rex barking]

Those are not
French police.

Don't listen to him.

I'm so excited
you're here!

Hey.

[ding ding ding]

Gentlemen.

Could I have your
attention please?

How's everyone feeling?

Good?

Ready for the
main event?

Charlie: Galen Wheatcroft.

Congratulations on
the ultimate con.

You do realize that
this is a scam, right?

Casper: Yes, we know.

That's exactly what
Galen said you would say.

He's more than
a con man.

He's a murderer.

He said you would
say that, too.

What happened
to Paolo is sad.

He was a
great man.

But maybe sleeping with another
man's wife has its risks.

That's not what happened.

You're wrong, Detective.

Make a habit of
mistakes, do you?

And now you
want to stop us

from tasting Hank Cinq?

This is history.

Sorry.

Come on.

Where are you
sending us?

Somewhere you
won't bother us.

You'll be released
when we're long gone-

from either of
your jurisdictions

Your governments are
free to try and extradite us.

But something tells me
they'll have other worries.

Charlie: One thing.

How does it
feel to be duped?

Some of these bottles-

They're not real.

And you can tell
the difference?

He can't.

Nor can I.

Nor can anyone here.

But that dog can.

Is that so?

Rex has a palate that
surpasses even Paolo's.

Of course-

if you're intimidated by a
demonstration of his abilities-

We didn't come here
for stupid pet tricks.

Gentleman, shall we?

Casper: Wait.

Let's indulge them.

All right, partner.

You're up.

Find the phonies.

[Rex sniffing]

[Rex barking]

This bottle-

uses congeners to help mimic
the flavour of aged wine.

You don't know what
you're talking about.

That's a 1993 Laughing
Loon Cabernet Sauvignon-

valued over 20
thousand dollars.

Casper: It's also one
that you brought.

Let's try a larger
sample size.

The booze on that table is
worth more than your house.

Well that's not hard.

But why don't we
let Rex be the judge?

Okay, pal.

You know the deal.

Let's find the phonies.

Okay?

[Rex sniffing]

[Rex barks]

[Rex sniffing]

[Rex barks]

These are both yours-

Galen.

And they're
not even open.

This is a
joke, right?

He's a dog.

And yet out of the two dozen
bottles of high-end liquor here-

he picked the three
that you brought.

How do you
explain that?

Rex, go!

[Rex barks]

Casper: Let them go.

[Rex barks]

[Rex barking]

[Rex barks]

♪♪
[dramatic music]

[Charlie whistles]

Wait for it -

[Rex barks]

Woman: Oh!

It's over, Galen!

Don't make this
harder for yourself!

Better to stop now.

Charlie: Rex!

Ugh!

Uhhh!

[Rex growls]

Good job, partner.

You can let
him go now.

Attention!

May I do
the honours?

Mais, oui.

Galen Wheatcroft.

You are under arrest for
the murder of Paolo Rose.

♪♪
[upbeat music]

Galen broke down on the
way back to St. John's.

And he copped
to everything.

Donovan: Yeah, he's
going to be in jail

for a very,
very long time.

You all came through.

And I can't thank
you enough.

Really.

Well, Rex did the
heavy lifting.

But we'll take it.

[Sarah laughs]

Sarah: I think this calls
for a few libations.

Donovan: Speaking of libations-

Can anyone explain to me
why I was asked to comp

a three hundred
dollar cognac bill?

That was on me.

Because these were the
cheapest bottles of cognac

that I could find that
pre-date congeners.

Look at you with
the big words.

Yeah, I'm very sophisticated.

Donovan: Well.

At least they
did their job.

And it would be a shame
to let these go to waste.

So-

let's take full advantage.

Who's up
for a drink?

Yep.

Yeah.

Charlie: Okay, everybody
grab your glass.

To Paolo.

Paolo, I didn't
know you, but-

you have come alive in the
memories of a very good friend.

And this
is for Rex-

who helped
capture the man

who took Paolo
away from us.

Cheers.

Valérie: Santé

Jessie and Charlie: Cheers.

[cups clinking]

[Rex barking]