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Mom, I finally got you.

Sorry, it's been a crazy week.

Lakeshore Hotel is opening in less than a month, and the client just balked at

the design for the rear loft. I know, you're busy.

I just wanted to remind you that I don't land in Toronto to visit you until late

afternoon. But, you know, hopefully we'll still have enough time to meet up

before the big birthday bash.

Oh, I always have time for you, sweetheart. You know that. But didn't

the email? I just canceled the party. Wait, you're kidding, right?

No, canceled.

Mom, you...

Invite 200 of your closest friends every year. I know. Caviar, champagne.

I know.

Once they're a circus act. Well, this year, it just didn't work out.

Um, okay, uh, I gotta go, sweetie.

Talk soon.

Okay.

This is the last master class of the season.

You're all here to push your boundaries.

Soften your strokes.

Let the brush do the work.

I've been really working on a new palette.

I'm struggling a bit.

I don't know what to say to you anymore, Sadie.

Maybe it's time to take a break.

This class is for advanced artists. You know how much this class means to me,

Eric. I know when an artist has hit a wall.

Face your limitations.

Make space for someone worthy.

Speaking about Sadie, Eric, or yourself?

I told you not to come here, Vincent.

Yeah, why?

I rejoin your class every time I'm home and then suddenly you just kick me out?

I think you know why.

Vincent!

It's Olivia!

I've been messaging you!

You have demeaned your talents with silly virtual hijinks. I didn't chase

success.

It just found me.

I've stopped selling my paintings.

Won't for as long as I live. What else do you expect me to do? I don't expect

anything from you, Vincent.

I tried to make a real artist out of you. You made me, is that what you're

saying? And now you just throw me away like everyone else?

Everything you have, I have given you.

And I could have taken it all away.

That painting's yours, right, Eric?

Yeah.

Sue's got the power.

How's it feel, Eric?

Try it again and next time, it won't be just your painting.

Class is over!

I need to put this right.

Jesse, we're almost there. Want to bring us up to speed?

Well, SJPD were called this morning when a fisherman spotted a body on the rock.

It could be suicide or a hiking accident.

Well, not judging by the scuff marks on the cliff's edge. Two sets, clearly a

struggle. So they were definitely pushed.

I think so.

The body is being brought up from the rocks down below.

We ID'd the victim?

Eric Fleming. He's a local artist who's known for his invite -only master

classes, which are pretty sought after. But word is, things got a little heated

yesterday between him and a couple of his students.

Sadie Bishop, who he apparently humiliated in front of everyone, and if

believe it, Vincent Noseworthy.

Help me out here. Am I supposed to know that name?

Vincent Noseworthy.

Oh, it's a generational thing.

Yeah, well, Vincent Noseworthy, I mean, he's this local artist who blew up

online a few years ago. He would travel the world, paint these scenic vistas,

and post them for his fans to track down and share.

Okay, so it's kind of like Banksy meets the Da Vinci Code. Well, no, I mean, I

was going to say more like Van Gogh meets Pokemon Go, but that works too, I

suppose. Yeah, as prints, they sell out pretty fast, but the true commodity is a

Vincent original.

It can go for upwards of six digits.

Oh, wow.

Yeah, vibrant. I can see the appeal.

Is Rex approved?

Well, blues and yellows are what canines see best. And it was also Vincent's

favorite color palette. So the victim was Vincent's mentor?

Yeah, last year Eric had kicked Vincent out of his class, saying he owed him

everything and that he would threaten to take it all away.

Looks like Rex has something.

Fresh paint.

And yellow.

You know, Jesse, can you take a sample of this while I check in with Sarah?

Yeah, sure thing.

Oh, by the way, you're actually going to be checking in with Joe.

Sarah's flying to Toronto for her mom's cancelled birthday party.

Oh, that's right, I forgot. Wait, it's cancelled?

Is everything okay?

Yeah, Sarah said it's just her mom being her mom, but she wanted to fly over to

make sure.

Okay.

Rex, let's go.

Forensics is still down by the shore with the body, but I did get the

preliminary report.

The time of death was around 7 p .m. last night.

Is the yellow scarf his?

I'm not sure, but the placement of it seems odd, right?

Yeah,

apparently dogs see yellow better than other colors.

Okay. Oh, well, look, we also found a cell phone. It's powered off, but it

to have survived the fall.

Let's see what Jesse can get off it.

Well, I'll check with the service provider once it's charged and get the

data. You guys get at it. All right.

You know, when you talk to the other master class attendees, ask about a

scarf. Just see if anyone remembers it. You think it might be Eric's? I don't

know the person who pushed him.

Okay. Oh, I tracked down Sadie Bishop, the student that Eric had a run -in with

yesterday.

Great.

You know how much this class means to me.

I know when an artist has hit a wall.

Face your limitations.

Turns out she's selling her own paintings down by the harbor to

And you are tracking down... Vincent!

Vincent!

Is he dead?

Okay. There's a rumor online that a painter was pushed over the edge. Okay,

SJPD, who are you?

Olivia Park, Vincent's biggest fan.

Oh. You know, I heard that monster Eric Fleming threatened him yesterday, and

now he's dead. Vincent's not dead.

Eric is.

Should he be on a leash or something?

Well, Rex is a trained police dog, so... Can you please take him away? I'm,

like, terrified of dogs. Rex, easy, easy.

Why don't you take Ms. Park's statement and let me know when you find it.

Wait, you're looking for Vincent?

Well, I have his current coordinate.

I don't think I should give them to you because, I mean, don't you think they'll

be a little unethical?

Yeah, send them to me when you convince her that a homicide investigation trumps

Pokemon Banksy. Yeah, will do. Will do. After which, why don't you interview

Sadie Bishop?

Divide to conquer.

Yeah. Correct?

Of course I'm happy to see you. I'm just surprised you came, since there's

nothing to come for. Well, I...

I want to see you on your big day.

And plus, this new project of yours. Another historic building makeover?

Oh, boutique hotels. Just another term for nightmare renovation.

But aren't you investigating the murder of Eric Fleming? I heard something about

it on the news.

Did you know him?

I knew of him. The art and design community are all intertwined.

Fleming never broke through as a painter, but he had a great eye for

discovered Vincent Noseworth. Yeah, no, I know.

Wait.

Does that mean Vincent's a suspect?

You know I can't share that kind of information.

So he is.

Mom, let's not get distracted.

It's your birthday.

We should be concentrating on you.

Another day, another number.

It's all the same to you. Let's just stay home, order in, and turn in early.

Mom, are you okay?

Yes, healthy as a horse.

Hold on.

What's the lab calling?

I thought they were analyzing some paint samples.

So the murder was murdered.

Hey, what have you found?

I still can't believe Eric is dead.

Sadie, a few other attendees told me that you were pretty upset after

yesterday's class.

I was devastated.

Being a painter means everything to me.

When I calmed down, I realized that Eric was just trying to push me to be

better. By insulting your talent after you spent thousands of dollars at his

classes? I mean, it's a pretty interesting strategy, don't you think?

brilliant teacher.

He knew that tough love is a powerful motivator.

Where'd you go after class?

Hiking on the coastal trail.

Alone? Being alone in nature always pulls me out of a bad headspace.

Eric was the same.

He liked the isolation.

So Vincent Noseworthy, he apparently had your back.

Did you know him? He was Eric's protege for years.

When he went viral, Eric didn't approve.

I think maybe it bothered Eric that he never saw anything like the success that

Vincent had.

Yeah. That's interesting because it looks like you have one of Vincent's

paintings right here. No, no, no, that's someone else's. Yeah, but that's

Vincent's signature yellow. It is of the scene of the crime, and we did find

some yellow paint there as well.

Okay.

It's Eric's painting.

Vincent defaced it when they had it out.

How'd it end up in your head?

After my hike, I went back to Blackhead Cliff to retrieve it.

Since Vincent stopped selling his work, the value has gone way up.

I mean, just by throwing paint on it, it was worth a fortune. Sure, but it's

stolen. It's stolen good. Eric threw it away.

Okay.

Yes, I know it was wrong.

It was going to end up in the sea, and I could really use the money.

What time did you go back there?

Around sunset.

Eight, 815.

Did you see anyone? Anything?

No. Why?

Was Eric already dead?

I'm guessing no one saw you. I'm going to have to take this painting in for

evidence. But you're talking to Vincent too, right? Because he said some things

that were very aggressive.

Well, these are the coordinates of Jesse's death.

Vincent's got to be around here.

You gave me all those lessons just to turn your back on me. You want to take

away from me?

You win!

Careful. Stop right there, Vincent. Why?

They're worthless.

Hated.

Hey!

You cool it.

Who are the next ones for you?

I should have never gone to the cliff.

Eric discovered me here in Kitty Bitty when I was 15.

He said I had real potential.

He used to let me take his classes for free.

And now he's dead.

So you're burning your paintings?

I hear they're worth big money and made you famous.

Yeah, which has brought me nothing but misery.

Fans hounding me.

Money getting in the way of real inspiration.

Eric was right.

Who do you think might have wanted to harm him?

I don't believe he was pushed.

Eric took his own life.

And what I said yesterday didn't help.

There is no doubt that Eric was murdered, Vincent.

Scruff marks on the cliff show clear evidence that he was pushed.

People see the evidence they want to see.

Eric taught me to use true vision.

Eric said he made you. That he could have taken it all away. What do you

he meant by that?

Guess we'll never know.

Look.

Your dog can see yellow and blue.

He's my partner.

Rex.

He found yellow paint just like that on the cliff.

I mix it myself.

Yeah. It's organic.

Made with walnut oil.

It was a yellow scarf found on Eric's body, Vincent.

What do you know about that?

I used to wear one, but I stopped a few months ago before coming back home.

So the lab's been keeping Sarah in the loop.

She confirms that the cause of death is blunt force trauma from the fall. Also,

the time of death was 7 p .m., an hour after Eric's class. But before, Sadie

Bishop claims to have gone back to the cliff.

What about the evidence we found with the body?

Yeah, well, the yellow scarf was purchased at a local shop in an artist

collective, cash only.

I noticed that Sadie Bishop's name was on the directory, but she had been

blacklisted, so I'm looking into that.

We also got the call logs from Eric's cell phone. He was making a call at the

time that he was pushed to the Fleming Gallery, which is owned by, wait for it,

Eric's ex -wife, Annabelle Fleming.

They were married for a decade, got divorced two years ago.

Rex and I will head to the gallery, see if she has any idea who may have wanted

Eric dead.

That's a good idea. Oh, you know what? Keep your eyes open. I'm looking for a

new piece for my office.

When it comes to art appreciation.

Rex has the better eye.

You're sure Eric didn't jump?

Uh, not according to evidence found at the scene.

Why, did you have reason to believe he did?

Nothing concrete, but Eric had been depressed since the divorce.

Cell records show that he was calling you when he was pushed.

Any idea what that was about?

He'd reach out sometimes after a few glasses of wine to try to convince me

we'd made a mistake.

But you didn't agree.

I loved Eric, but we weren't right for each other.

We started out as artists, but he was more devoted to the discipline than I

He didn't sell well, but he sure could recognize talent. Half of the pieces in

here are from artists he discovered.

Vincent knows where they seem to think that Eric had changed.

Do you know Vincent?

Of course.

When Eric and I were together, Vincent was around all the time.

And then his star began to rise and we saw less and less of him.

Yeah, Vincent seems to think that he disappointed Eric by going viral.

This is how it is with artists. It's always high drama.

It rarely lasts.

Oh, so you didn't think there was anything serious in there falling out?

It would take a hell of a lot for Eric to truly turn on Vincent.

Now, we found this with Eric's body.

What is it?

There's something I have to show you.

You didn't think it was important to mention that you were exhibiting a

of the crime scene?

Well, honestly, until you showed me that scarf, I didn't even think of it.

Who painted this?

Vincent Noseworthy.

Rex found it at the gallery.

He's keyed into the scent of Vincent's organic paint.

But I thought Vincent stopped selling his work.

Well, Annabelle says he gave this to Eric as a gift, and then Eric sold it to

her on consignment.

Did Vincent say anything about it?

Only that there had been some bad blood between them.

I mean, Vincent painted the exact murder scene.

What are the odds he'd be dumb enough to kill Eric the exact same way and leave

a yellow scarf?

You guys, that was Sarah.

Her team confirmed that paint found on the burnt canvas, the paintbrush, and

crime scene are all a match.

Organic, water -based paint.

Consistent with Vincent's recipe, I guess.

Rex already knew that.

There is more. I checked the data from Eric's cell phone. Three weeks ago,

Vincent sent Eric a series of angry text messages accusing him of a big

betrayal. Right around the time Eric gave the painting to Annabelle to sell.

All right, bring him in here.

Let's see what he has to say about all this.

You didn't mention that Eric had sold a painting you'd given him.

It was his right to sell.

But it was against everything that Eric had instilled in you. I mean, that must

have been a big betrayal.

You stopped selling your paintings because of it.

I was disappointed.

That's all? You weren't angry?

Maybe at first.

Two weeks ago, I did let him know how I felt.

I stopped selling my paintings because of what you taught me.

And then you go around and you do this. You have no understanding of what real

life is like. Oh.

Everything has been given to you.

I had no idea he was broke.

Okay, but you were still angry when you defaced his painting. He wasn't the man

I thought he was, okay?

Doesn't mean I killed him.

So Eric sold your yellow scarf painting and you didn't... It's not my yellow

scarf painting. You're denying that you painted this?

Look.

Look at its similarity to the crime scene.

Same cliff where Eric was found at the bottom with that yellow scarf.

That's my painting, but someone added that scarf.

Wait, a scarf was added and Annabelle Fleming didn't notice?

Or didn't care?

People threw pumpkin soup at the Mona Lisa and all it did was raise her

You expect me to believe that someone vandalized your painting and killed Eric

to what? Raise your profile? Who would do that? You haven't met some of my

They track my location. They leave underwear at my doorstep. They don't

alone. Have you called the police?

Yeah, they said there was nothing they could do.

But you've got to believe me.

I didn't paint that yellow scarf, and I had nothing to do with Eric's death.

Someone's trying to frame me.

You believe him?

I'm not sure. I mean, he claims that a...

A fan must have altered the painting and then killed Eric at the same cliff as

some kind of tribute and left a scarf just to make sure everyone connected the

dots. Or he did.

Well, hang on till more overnight.

I think the change is this soon by morning. Okay.

Hey, Sarah.

Hey, Mark.

Everything okay with your mom?

Yeah, we're ordering Thai and watching old movies.

Sounds perfect to me.

Yeah, me too, but you don't know Paige.

She likes to paint the town, not... chill on the couch. Well, I'm sure

get to the bottom of it.

Anyway, so the lab checked Vincent's yellow scarf from the gallery painting.

According to Vincent, it wasn't his scarf. Someone else painted it on after

fact. You might be telling the truth. The rest of the canvas was done with

Vincent's organic paints, but the scarf paint was industrially processed.

It also appears to have been applied more recently.

Well, could he have used a different paint just to cover his tracks?

Isn't the whole point of sending a message not to cover his tracks?

Good point.

It looks like Jesse's also sent us a message.

Looks like he's dug up a deleted post from superfan Olivia, holding the same

yellow scarf and a photo apparently taken three days before Eric was

How is that possible?

Yeah, that's what I'm thinking.

So what are we looking at here?

Vincent Noseworthy.

Claims someone framed him by adding a yellow scarf to his painting depicting

crime scene.

He's still in custody.

Uh, yeah, but not for long.

Lab proved that the paint used to add the yellow scarf wasn't a match for his

organic paint. Yeah, plus there's Olivia Park, a Vincent Noseworthy superfan,

was posed on top of the cliff wearing the same scarf found near Eric's body.

I checked the metadata.

I mean, that photo was taken three days before the murder.

Okay, so is it possible that she added the scarf to Vincent's canvas, then

pushed Eric off, leaving the telltale scarf behind?

Tried to frame Vincent because he rebuffed her.

She's a groupie, right? They get obsessed and do weird things.

That's true. One summer I followed Great Big T right across the country.

A roadie even gave me a coffee mug that Alan Doyle drank out of.

I still have it.

It's unwashed.

Well, my point being is that Olivia could have proved her love to Vincent by

killing Eric on his behalf.

I'll talk to Vincent about it.

You know, there's also this. Take a look.

Wait, is that one of Vincent's paintings?

Yes, indeed it is. Purchased online by an anonymous buyer two weeks ago.

It's currently on loan, hanging in the lobby of a library in Hamilton.

Vincent claims he's no longer selling his work.

It could be a print, but we'd have to get a better look at it to make sure.

Okay, so now we need an art expert who's able to look at a painting in Hamilton,

Ontario. I think Sarah might be able to help us out with that.

You have so much to do, Mom. I could have hired somebody to authenticate the

painting. You really didn't have to come all the way out here. You need my

expertise? You shall have it.

Here it is.

It looks like Vincent's to me.

But there's no record of it on his website.

And he's not even selling anymore.

Every artist has uncataloged canvases.

Could be a resale.

There's something strange about it, though.

Strange how?

The brass drops.

They go from top left to bottom right.

And that's strange because... It indicates it was painted by a lefty.

Isn't Vincent right -handed?

Um, hold on.

Sure looks like it.

I don't know who painted this, Sarah.

But it wasn't Vincent Noseworthy.

Thanks for the day.

Told you I didn't paint that yellow scarf, but, you know, a night in jail

cell phone free is like pure artistic inspiration.

Tell me about Olivia Park.

When did she first get in contact with you? My super fan?

About a year ago, she asked my advice on how to get into painting.

She seemed cool at first, like someone I could talk to.

When did that change?

After I told her about Eric selling my painting.

Yeah.

I got nervous when she showed up in town.

To see the painting in the gallery?

I thought so, but then she started offering to flash Eric's tires or steal

painting back.

I blocked her after that.

I don't suppose you know where she's staying.

No, but...

I have a pretty good idea where she is right now.

Okay, where's that?

You kept me here overnight.

Where do you think?

Release Vincent!

Release Vincent!

Looks like we got a group of groupies.

would have let go of the bag, he might have.

Now, if I reach in here, am I going to find anything sharp or dangerous?

You sure?

Okay.

Looks like Vincent's yellow paint.

Is this what you were tracking, Rex?

Okay.

You're going to have to come inside with me.

Let's go.

Okay, don't try to run off again. The police station's over this way.

First you evade a police officer.

And then he finds this.

I wasn't evading the officer.

It was the dog.

I told you I'm terrified of them.

Rex alerted because this is Vincent's organic paint, which he doesn't share.

So how did you come to have it?

Okay, I sort of...

broke into Vincent's van.

After he ghosted you for offering to terrorize Eric for him? I wasn't serious

about the tire slashing.

Look, I know what I did was wrong, but I didn't hurt anyone.

We have a reason to believe whoever added the yellow scarf to Vincent's

murdered Eric.

I would never deface Vincent's painting, and I don't even know how to paint.

But you posted a recreation of the murder three days ago. We saw.

The photo you took. They had just unveiled the yellow scarf painting at

Fleming Gallery.

It was my first time seeing a Vincent original in person.

I obviously had to make a fan photo.

Except we found the exact yellow scarf that you posed with on Eric's body.

Did you kill him? Leave the scarf?

What? Was it your way of getting back at Vincent for ignoring you, showing him

that you were willing to go way further than slashing tires?

No.

You seriously don't think I could do something like that? I just wanted

to notice me. Wait. I can prove it.

Okay.

Bottom of the big compartment.

Who's ever scarf you found?

It wasn't mine.

So you think the paintings are fake?

I don't think.

We have Sarah and her mother, Paige, on Zoom.

Mom, this is Mark.

And, of course, you remember Rex.

Nice to see you too, Rex.

And great to finally meet you, Mark.

Likewise. So the waterfall painting's a forgery.

And there's more?

Sarah showed me the painting with the yellow scarf. And she immediately knew

that the scarf had been added by somebody else.

How's that?

The base canvas was painted by a right -handed artist using a filbert.

The kind of brush that Vincent uses.

Exactly.

And the yellow scarf was done by a lefty using a flat brush.

Well, it looks like we needed you on the case from the start, Paige.

Thanks, Mrs. Strong.

Anytime. Thrilled to be of help.

So someone sold a Vincent forgery in recently.

Yeah, I've tried to track down the buyer and seller, but these art sales are

traditionally and notoriously anonymous.

But the person who added the scarf was left -handed, which automatically rules

out Vincent.

You know what? I also tracked down the reason why Sadie Bishop was blacklisted

from the Arts Collective. She was having an affair with her instructor, one Eric

Fleming.

But their complaint was against her, not him?

No, both were sanctioned.

Accused of giving her studio slots meant for others more deserving.

I know when an artist hit a wall.

Face your limitations.

Make space for someone worthy.

You know what, Jesse?

Take Rex and go pay her another visit.

And see if she paints left -handed.

Okay.

So, you're a southpaw.

SJPD. Mind coming to the station and answering a few questions?

We'll take that as a no.

Whoever's been doctoring or forging Vincent's paintings is left -handed.

Like you.

A lot of creative people are left -handed.

There have been studies.

Eric was too.

And he needed money.

Vincent mentioned it.

He'd been struggling financially.

Yeah, to put it lightly.

But then something changed.

Eric called me one night, drunk and desperate, begging for a loan.

But the next time I saw him, he told me not to worry about it, that I'd work

itself out.

What if Eric sold a Vincent forgery, and that's why he suddenly had some money?

Well, that's one way to solve your money problems.

Yeah, yeah, she was not wrong. I mean, look, Eric wasn't just struggling, he

drowning. Dreams of debt, months behind on rent, facing eviction. He was denied

a line of credit from several banks.

Yeah, he's the definition of a starving artist.

So what are we saying, that Eric forged one of Vincent's paintings and sold it

to a buyer off -island, but didn't even get top dollar?

I mean, it's a drop in the bucket of his enormous debt.

Yeah, why stop at just one?

Maybe because Vincent stopped selling?

It's hard for forgeries to go under the radar if no new paintings are coming

out. I was checking Eric's credit card statements.

I mean, he was renting a storage unit.

Strange to pay for storage space when you can't pay your rent.

Jesse, have the unis check it out.

Let's see what Eric had stashed in that storage unit.

You have to promise to keep me updated.

You have no idea how jealous my friends are going to be that I helped free

Vincent Noseworthy.

Well, the case isn't closed yet, Mom. And actually...

Neither is my investigation of your sudden party cancellation.

Here we go.

Once a detective, always a detective.

You want to know my preliminary findings?

You said your birthday is just a number.

This year, the number is 65.

Maybe a milestone you'd rather not shine a light on?

Wow. You are good.

But it's not getting older that I'm bristling at. It's other people's

to it. When are you going to retire? Don't you think it's time for you to

down? Oh, you must be so exhausted.

That sounds irritating.

It's ageism.

I've dealt with enough isms in my life.

I'm the one who built my career, built my life one lobby bar and water feature

at a time. And I'll be the one to decide when to change it. So the first change

you make is robbing yourself of the annual celebration you've always left?

Wow. Maybe I just skipped one.

Turns out it was the right decision.

I got to spend a day with you that I will never forget.

We have to do more of that.

I would love that too, Mom.

But until then... Oh.

Happy belated birthday.

Thank you, Sarah.

Oh, crap. I gotta go.

Uh, now?

I double booked with the lighting designer. I'm sorry.

Mom, I'm so sorry, sweetie.

Next time, St. John's, we'll paint the town blue, yellow, and red.

Okay.

Love you.

I'll get the bill. Okay. Love you, too.

Something tells me that the storage facility search panned out.

Yeah, uniforms found dozens of what appear to be Vincent paintings, but

doing an AI analysis.

Yeah, so the brushstrokes on the painting found in Eric's locker are 96 %

matched to Eric's other works, as well as the painting in Hamilton and the

added to Vincent's at the gallery.

Hmm. Eric added the yellow scarf to the painting and ended up at the bottom of

that same cliff with the scarf.

It's like he predicted his own murder. That's impossible. How could he possibly

know that he was going to be pushed off a cliff? He couldn't.

So why add the scarf to a Vincent painting with Vincent's signature

Wait a minute.

Vincent told me that he used to wear yellow, but stopped before he came back

home.

Do you think that Eric added that scarf so that the figure would look like

Vincent? Why?

Because Vincent said he wouldn't sell any more of his paintings as long as he

lived. I don't think.

That Eric added the scarf to predict his own death.

I think it was supposed to predict Vincent's.

Eric painted all of these forgeries?

We ran everything through AI software, which confirmed it.

Well, he was digging at me for selling out. He was doing this.

How many are there?

Enough to get out of debt and be set for life.

But he only sold one before you stopped selling paintings and wrecked his plan.

Hard to sell knockoffs when the well runs dry.

Exactly, but Vincent, I think you may have come up with a solution to that

problem.

Eric wasn't going to convince me to start selling paintings again.

No, but what if you weren't around anymore?

Then he could claim that you gifted him the stash and sell it posthumously.

You mean after my death?

Tell me, did you ever stay after class, just the two of you?

Uh -huh.

You think he would have done it then?

then my painting in the gallery would have looked like a suicide note.

It's one death a person can predict, right?

Then he'd be free to sell the forgery.

But wait.

Eric called me and told me not to come.

And then he kicked me out when I got there. That doesn't seem like somebody

wants to push me off that cliff.

No, but backing out might be why he ended up on the rocks himself.

But who killed him?

Well, someone who knew about the yellow scarf painting and would profit from the

forgeries who might still be planning on following through.

Annabelle called me today.

She said she wanted me to meet her on the cliff so we could spend time

remembering Eric together.

I'm supposed to be there in an hour.

Step back from the cliff.

I'd rather die than lose everything.

Jester confirmed at the storage facility.

Annabelle had access to all of the forgeries. And they had informed her of

police confiscation. So she knew it would be coming for her.

Annabelle! Don't!

Eric wouldn't want this!

Keep back!

Hey! You shouldn't be here! Tell him to keep away from me!

Stay where you are, Annabelle. I can't have her death on my contents. Not with

Eric Stu! None of this is your fault, Vincent. Just make sure he stays put.

Back up. Flag left. You know what to do.

Watch your eye signal, okay?

Annabelle?

Talk to me. This is not the answer.

Do you have any idea how hard I worked to find success?

I put in years of sacrifice.

I gave up painting to support Eric while he burned through all of his money and

mine.

And in the end, fame and fortune gets handed to that kid on a silver platter.

And he didn't even want this.

The right thing now is to face the truth, just not run from it.

Oh, you sound like Eric.

Always talking about integrity.

He wanted to confess everything.

To cleanse his soul.

Take me down with him.

But I couldn't face it.

I had to push him.

Now it's my turn.

I deserve to be down there with everything that I've destroyed.

Hannibal, you're under arrest for the murder of Eric Flanagan.

So,

Vincent's taken over the gallery.

What a truly great space.

Huh?

It's too bad Sarah missed it. I know.

Flight's delayed. I told her I'd send pics.

This gallery would be a great date spot.

Well, actually, maybe a gallery where a famous murder painting was hung isn't

exactly romantic, but, uh... Hi. Hello.

Where's, uh, where's Rex?

Uh, he was here, like, a minute ago.

Oh!

Well, if it isn't the master and his new apprentice.

Oh, wow, do I sense a new collab.

Oh, if you can see color, you can express yourself with paint. Even if

dog. Especially if you are.

Rex has no filters, no self -doubt, no struggles with success.

Oh no, he's just straight up 100 % Rex all the time.

Exactly.

And that is what art is really all about.

Okay, time to add your bit.

Here you go, Rick.

And in your favorite color.

Just pure feeling.

I heard Annabelle's under psychiatric care.

Yeah, while she awaits trial.

You know, she told us that the whole scheme was hers. She pressured Eric into

it.

How are you holding on?

Well, I decided to stay off socials.

Just focus on the beauty here in St. John's for a while.

That's great. Does that mean you'll start selling again?

I'm trying to find that middle ground between starving artists and millionaire

sellout.

Oh, well done, Rex.

Oh.

That's it. I'm sold.

I need that for my office.

You sure you can afford it?

What do you mean?

Whoa.

I thought maybe I could use the proceeds to open up the Eric Fleming studio for

aspiring artists.

If Rex approves.

Well, I think that's a resounding yes.

All right.