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Happy birthday.
Thank you.

Ah, lift tickets.

(LAUGHS)
To Whistler Blackcomb.

Blackcomb's supposed
to be the sickest
snowboarding on Earth.

So says the Internet.
And we got him
a bath caddy?

He said no gifts.
You said no gifts,
right?

I know, I...
The presence of friends

is a gift.
Indeed.

Thank you, Teddy.
I can't wait.
You're welcome.

Open this next.

You really
didn't need to,
Raymond.

Ah, come on, come on.

No.

(LAUGHS)
Yessiree!

This is the one we saw
in the village outside Lusail.

The same.
You knew, right?

But you got it?

You didn't know?
I had no idea.

I went back to buy it,
and she said it was sold.

Because of the guy
in the jacket.

The one you said
was following us?

He wasn't fo... I had to say
something to get rid of you.

I smuggled the damned thing
onto the jet in my hat

like some "B"-movie
drug runner.

(ALL CHUCKLE)

Thank you, Raymond.
It's perfect.

Happy birthday,
my friend.

(CHUCKLES)

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

(SIGHS) Hello?

Excuse me?

I'm sorry.
Say that again.

Mr. Orville.

**

Hello?
ORVILLE: The nesting casket.

You have it?
I do.

Good.
She has a potential buyer.

No. For all six?

Yes. The entire set.
The team is gathering.

She wants everyone to bring
their caskets to the island.

Spend the weekend.
Meet the buyer.

7:00 p.m. Friday.
Come alone.

No, that's nowhere
near enough time.

Friday. 7:00 p.m.

There will be
no extensions.

Don't let
the others down.

Looks like we'll have
to eat our cake and
ice cream on the jet.

You and I are going
to Artemivsk.

We can't.
It's too dangerous.

We have to get
that casket.

Things are
different now.

The entire neighborhood
is controlled by separatists.

They know you supply arms
to the Ukrainian army.

Well, they have Russia
for their guns.

They don't care.
They want your head.

This is bigger than me. I have
an obligation to the others.

If she has a buyer
for the entire set,

the profit would not only be
obscene but flagrant.

We have to go to the vault,
get that casket.

Time is precious.
I can go for you.

Only my print
opens the locks.

How do you suggest
we get you behind enemy lines?

I don't know.

If they want me dead,
maybe we should just

give them what they want.

**

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS
IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

(HORSE SNORTS)

Bring him around back.

Good Lord,
that was rejuvenating.

I slept like a vampire.

Raymond.
(LAUGHS)

Good to see you, Vasyl.

Oh. You look well.

Are these your guys?
Yes.

They know only of the job
but not who the job is for.

Well, let's be quick
about it.

There's a mob's worth
of separatists

who want my head
on a stick.

**

Look at that.

What is it?
It's one of six.

They descend in size
from largest to smallest,

each one fitting
inside another.

Like Russian dolls.

Same idea,
but the Matryoshkas
didn't appear

until the late 1800s.

This is Byzantine,
12th century,
found in Turkey.

Simply put, they weren't
even supposed to exist,

not at that time,
not in that part
of the world.

Once joined
with its five partners,

this little box
will be more valuable

than all the treasure
in this vault and more.

DEMBE: Raymond.

**

Not another step.

Anything
you care to share?

Oksana. They took her.

They threatened
to kill her if I didn't...

When were they called?

Soon after you arrived.

So they're almost here.

Raymond, I'm sorry.
I didn't...

Do they know?
They know nothing.

They're here
to get you out
like we planned.

But, Raymond, the rebels...
Dembe, let's move.

**

(SHOUTING IN RUSSIAN)

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

Look what the cat
dragged in.

REDDINGTON:
I've missed you, Cynthia.

Mwah. Mwah.

Ah, Dembe.

Cynthia.

In anticipation
of a sale,

I need you
to appraise an item.

Shouldn't take
more than a moment.

**

This can't be what I...

I had heard rumors,
and I never dared
believe them.

Here, here, here.

Oh.

I'm in a bit of a rush,
my love.

What do you think
it's worth?

About as much
as a politician's word.

It's a fake.

No, that's impossible.

The etchings were made
with modern tools.

This is no more authentic
than the Cardiff Giant.

Were there any signs
of a break-in at the vault,

anything missing?

No, nothing.

Whatever thief
is responsible for this

must've forged
and replaced the caskets

before we ever
got our hands on them.

We stole a bunch
of counterfeits.

(LAUGHING) Oh, my God.
This is unbelievable.

(CHUCKLING)

You're taking this better
than I might've expected.

The others
are gonna show up
at our meeting

and have no idea
the entire thing is a hoax.

A big, fat bungle.

Six marks, six cons.

Oh, my goodness.

Cynthia, thank you
for your expertise.

I am terribly embarrassed.

Better luck next time.

You said it.

Cheerio.

Ta-ta.

You know,
it occurs to me,

if we can find
the counterfeiter
who created this,

we might be able to recover

the entire set of original
nesting caskets for ourselves.

And make
a flagrant profit.

(LAUGHS)
That's the spirit.

Lemons to lemonade, Dembe.

Lemons to lemonade.

You brought down
the President
of the United States.

I wouldn't
say that exactly.

You found out
he was gonna kill
the First Lady,

stopped him from doing it,
and then he resigned.

Well, when you put it
that way...

So you do that
and deal with

people who
weaponize beetles?

Okay, um,

what we do
is full service...

And classified.

And the beetles
eat their victims

from the inside out?

Why do you wanna know
all this?

Who comes up with
all the nicknames?

General Shiro.

The Pharmacist.

The Apothecary.
(LAUGHS)

Okay, all right, now you're
actually scaring me.

What can I say?

I love a bad boy.

**

(MONITOR ALARM BEEPING)

**

He's gone into A-Fib.
Call 911.

(CELL PHONE DIALING)

Hello? Yes. My husband's
having a heart attack.

My name?

Mrs. Elodie Radcliffe.

**

Hey.
Hey.

I owe you an apology.

Ohh, boy.

What'd you do
this time?

I killed your mother.

I didn't shoot her,
but she's dead because of me.

Ressler...

I went looking for her
after you asked me
not to and...

Ressler.
She isn't dead.

But you... I mean,
you... You told Cooper

that Reddington saw her
gunned down on the street.

She staged that
for Reddington's benefit.

So Reddington would
tell everyone she's dead,

and the dogs
would be called off.

But they're gonna
come back

unless she finds another way
to protect herself.

And until she does,
we can't tell anyone
she's alive.

Did Reddington admit
that it was her?

Not to me, and I don't
want to admit it to him.

He must know
it's what I'm thinking.

So play dumb.

I mean, ask if it was her,
he'll say no,

and then it's done.

(SIGHING)
I don't know.

What's the munchkin
dancing in?

Sleeping Beauty.

She's a lilac fairy.

Impressive.

I was in the chorus.

You danced?

In tights?

Well, that's an image
I'll never be able to forget.

You're welcome.

(CELL PHONE VIBRATING)

Play dumb. Smart move.

**

Hi.

What do you know
about antique
nesting caskets?

Can I ask you a question?
Some years ago,

five colleagues and I
acquired a complete set.

Was the woman from Paris
my mother?

A kindly woman
comes into your life

and takes an interest
in you and your child.

It's only natural
for you to make that wish.

Was it her?

I know you don't want it
to be true, Elizabeth,

but your mother is gone.

Tell me about
the caskets.

Mine is a forgery.

The casket you stole
had already been stolen?

The irony is rich.
As is the forger.

If they fooled me,
they've fooled others.

So you want us to find
whoever's responsible

so you can get
your casket back.

Forged or stolen art
and antiquities

represent up to 10%

of an art market
valued at over $50 billion.

That's $5 billion.

And, yes, I have a stake
in your finding this forger,

but if they're as good
as I believe them to be,

I'm giving you the tip
of an enormous iceberg.

Reddington actually
underestimated
the problem here.

It turns out that up to 20% of
the art-and-antiquities market
is made up of forgeries.

That's almost $10 billion
worth of counterfeits
being passed off as real

to governments, museums,
and individuals.

$10 billion's
a lot of fakes.

Can it be
that easy to do?

These are great
pieces of art.

Forgers don't have to be great
artists, just great engineers.

What do you mean?
No matter how good
a forger is,

he's basically
copying, right?

And there are technical ways
of doing that,

like camera obscura.

By using mirrors,
you can project an image
onto a canvas,

and if you project that image
in small sections,

you can essentially do a
paint-by-numbers masterpiece.

(DOOR OPENS)

Hey, Victoria,
you here?
It's time.

Reddington and his pals
lifted the caskets
from the Olympian Gallery.

So he's an art thief now.

He thinks
that if the person
we're looking for

was able to forge
one piece of art there,
he forged others.

Yeah, but there's thousands
of pieces in the museum.

Where would we start?

With a self-portrait
by Judith Leyster.

He thinks it's a fake.

Contact the museum
and see if he's right.

But before you do,
Agent Ressler told me

you've been hiding
something from us.

He did?
Yes, something very important.

Agnes is in
Sleeping Beauty.

Wait, Agnes is
in Sleeping Beauty?

That's what he, uh...

He told you
about Agnes' ballet.

And how great he looks
in tights.

What can I say?
It's a gift.

We want tickets.

All right.

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

Ah, Victoria,
it's been too long.

You screwed me, Saul,
and I want to know why.

**

RESSLER: We had
the Olympian Gallery
test the Leyster.

Reddington's right.
It is a forgery.

Using a spectrometer,
they were able to detect

trace amounts
of a synthetic pigment

that was invented
centuries after Leyster died.

Did they test the painting
when it was donated
to the museum?

LIZ: Yes, and the painting
was everything it should be.

COOPER: So when
they hung the portrait,
it was the original,

and now it's not. Any idea
how they pulled that off?

The trust is separate
from the company.

But the company funds it,

and now the funds
are needed elsewhere.

To pay for the lawsuits
to defend the indefensible.

Your father doesn't see it
that way.

My father
doesn't see it at all.

(ALARM DINGING)
AUTOMATED VOICE:
Smoke level zero.

I don't know what's going on,
but protocol is

we should evacuate.
Please exit the building
immediately.

I'm not going anywhere
until I get the answers
I'm looking for.

Uh, it's probably
a false alarm.
You sit tight.

I'll go check it out.
Smoke level zero.

Please exit the building
immediately.

**

RESSLER: Curator says
that a year after
they acquired the painting,

they had a gas-line explosion
in the parking structure.

Took out
their security system
for the afternoon.

As far as we can tell, that's
the only time they were blind.

COOPER: Did you
pull the feeds?
LIZ: From before and after.

Park is
reviewing them now.

MAN: Yeah, shut down
the elevators just in case.

(ALARM CONTINUES DINGING)

(BEEPING)

AUTOMATED VOICE:
Please exit the building
immediately.

BILTMAN: Victoria?
What are you doing?

I was looking
for the bathroom.

I must've got
turned around.

Well, the boiler overheated.
Looks worse than it is,

but we need to evacuate.

Please exit the building
immediately.

BILTMAN: I hope
this doesn't damage
any of the collection.

Yes, that would be
a real shame.

(COUGHS)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

**

Mr. Thornberry,
your guest is waiting
at your usual table.

My guest?
I don't have a guest.

Your wife's ex-husband.

My wife
doesn't have an ex.

He said you'd say that.

He said you'd want
to be discreet.

**

Croft, I can't tell you
how happy I am to see you.

Who the hell are you?
And why are you telling
the wait staff

my wife has
an ex-husband?
No, no, no. No, I...

You understand.
I had to tell them
something.

The truth would've been
so uncomfortable
for everyone involved.

Ex-husband just popped
into my head.

I don't even know
if you have a wife.
Do you?

Don't answer that.
Doesn't matter.
Please, have a seat.

I took the liberty
of ordering us
a few martinis

and the seafood tower.
You're not allergic, are you?

I'm calling security.
Joseph.

I thought we could
crack some claws,

get to know each other,
see what hobbies
we have in common,

like, I don't know,
say, art theft.

Mm.

Don't fret.
I'm not the police,

and I'm certainly
not here to arrest you

for buying a painting
you knew was stolen.

Then why are you here?

To tell you
that I happen to know

that the FBI are aware
of the painting,

aware of the theft...

**

...of the painting,

aware of the sale
of the stolen painting.

But not yet
your whole part in it.

That's it?

That's why you're here?
Yes.

Well, and for a name...

Of the person
who sold you the painting.

And if I refuse?

Well, that would
just leave you
and the FBI

and the painting.

Very awkward.
(CHUCKLES)

Very awkward.

JOSEPH: Gentlemen,
your seafood tower.

REDDINGTON:
Ah, magnificent.

Perhaps a couple of bibs
for the gentleman and me.

You know,

there are easier ways
to get more fiber
in your diet.

Sorry?

Oh, uh, sorry.

Um, Elodie's husband had
a heart attack this morning

and was rushed
to the hospital.

I'm waiting to hear
how he's doing.

I'm so sorry.
That's terrible.

Can I ask you something?

Um, do you think
it's natural

when someone is suffering
as much as he is

to want them
to find some peace?

Yes, of course.

Do you think it's natural
to want that

when you're in the next room
sleeping with his wife?

Aram, we've talked
about this.

It's a very
complicated situation.

Not for Elodie.
If you'd seen her
this morning,

you'd know that all she wants
is what's best for him.

We got the footage
from the museum.

This is from the day
the gas line erupted.

Check it out.

Once the explosion occurs,

all the surveillance
goes black.

Giving the forger time
to swap out the painting.

Yeah, we already
knew that.

PARK: Yes, but what
we didn't know

was that there
was a car parked

right next to the gas line,
and we hadn't seen this.

The gas-line rupture
didn't cause the car
to explode.

It was the car exploding
that ruptured the gas line.

Can we see it again?
Mm-hmm.

The license plate's
blocked out
by the column.

There's no video
after the explosion,

but, uh,
what about before?

How far back can you go?

COOPER: There.

Run the plate.

**

Hello.
Now, who might you be?

ARAM: Okay,
the car's registered
to a Richard Vitaris.

I've got a Maryland address.

Park, Ressler, roll out.

Keen, Aram, see what
you can dig up on Vitaris.

I wanna know
if he's the trigger man,
the forger, or both.

**

(KNOCK ON DOOR, DOOR OPENS)

Sorry to interrupt.

Eagleton's appraisal
is done.

It's exquisite.

Wouldn't be surprised
if Anastasia herself

looked upon it in wonder.

So we have a deal, then.

If we can agree
upon a price.

I'll give you 900.

900?
Its market price is 3.2.

On the open market.

But on
the black market,

Faberge eggs
sell at a discount.

I'll take 1.2.

Victoria.

**

I shouldn't.

But for you, my dear,
I'll happily overpay.

(CELL PHONE CHIMES)
The money's been wired.

Until next time.

It's not enough.
I know.

I talked to Kathryn.
She's buried in discovery.

She's had to hire
three more lawyers,

and that's before she's taken
a single deposition.

The other side's pouring
millions into its defense.

And when my next piece
is finished,

we'll be able to pour
millions into ours, too.

I promise.

I'm sorry.

You're the last person
I should be complaining to.

You have nothing
to apologize for,

not after what you've lost.

You know
how much I appreciate
what you're doing.

I haven't done enough.

Not yet.

But that's
about to change.

(MEN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)

Richard Vitaris.
FBI.

**

PARK: Mechanical drawings
for gas and electrical
at the Olympian Gallery.

I got a ferry schedule
for an island
off the coast of Maine here.

Architectural drawings
for an estate there.

So he hits museums
and private residences.

And law firms, apparently.
(CELL PHONE RINGS)

We have proof
it's Vitaris.

And we have motive.

Vitaris is the lead plaintiff
in a class-action lawsuit

against
a pharmaceutical company
owned by the Fenbergs.

Now, if the lawsuit
is to be believed,

then they are as bad
as the Sacklers...

Misleading the public
and the FDA

on how addictive
their drugs are.

Did Vitaris get addicted?
No, his son did.

That's right.
After a football injury,

he was prescribed
painkillers,

got hooked,
overdosed a year later.

What does any of this
have to do with the forgeries?

LIZ: The counterfeit Leyster?

The real one belonged
to the Fenbergs.

So did
Red's nesting casket.

We need to warn
the Fenberg family

they and their art
are being targeted.

Keen, Aram,
get to the Fenberg estate.

Ressler, Park,
bring in the evidence

so that we can start
digging into Vitaris' plans...

Past and future.

First, Vitaris
slanders me in court,

and now you're telling me
he's stealing from me,
as well?

It appears so, yes.

All right,
I've asked my family
to be here for this,

because they are every bit
the victims that I am.

This is my wife, Sue,
and our daughter, Victoria.

SUE: Have you
identified the thief?

We've identified a suspect,

but we're not sure
what role he played

or if he was acting alone.

We believe that he may
have an accomplice.

Have you identified him?

Not yet, but we will.

You sound awfully confident.
Yes, we are.

Well, please, come in.
Tell us what you know.

Counterfeits?
That's impossible.

MR. FENBERG: Victoria manages
our family collection.
She knows her work.

Every piece in our collection
has been authenticated.

The work you acquired
was real.

The forgeries came later.

The Leyster was taken
three months after you loaned
it to the Olympian Gallery.

But you can get it back.

The suspect must know
where it is.

He may, but we don't
know where he is.

Well, how hard
can he be to find?

He's the lead plaintiff
in the lawsuit against us.

You'd think trying
to destroy us in court
would be enough.

He lost his son.
I don't think he thinks

anything would be enough.

So you're saying
we're responsible
for his loss?

You're taking his side?

No, of course
she's not taking his side.

Are you, sweetheart?

I'm just saying
it's a stressful time,

for all of us.

Tell us how we can help.

One thing you can do

is to go through
your entire collection.

Now, I know that is
a logistical nightmare,

but if you have
pieces on loan,

get them back,
and authenticate everything.

All right, you've told us
what we can do.

Now I'm gonna tell you
what you're gonna do...

Find Vitaris.

And if he has
an accomplice,
find him.

And when you do,

despite my daughter's
misplaced sympathies,

I'm gonna use
my considerable power

to make sure they pay
for what they've done.

**

You got my text?
This... It's brilliant.

It'll be
our biggest take yet.

The FBI came to our home.
To warn us about you.

They searched your property.
It's... It's over.

Okay, hang on. We need that
money to keep the suit going.

They're looking for you.
You're going to be arrested.

Forget about the case.

At this moment, art handlers
are starting the process

of re-authenticating
my family's entire collection.

They're crating it up.

They're putting it
in secure storage.

There's no way
we can make the swap now.

Hear me out. What if there was
a distraction at the house?

Could you substitute
the painting then?

(VIBRATING)

Elodie, hey.

Uh, what'd the doctor say?

Looks like
another blood clot

was blocking
one of the arteries
in his lungs.

He... He went without oxygen
for a while, but, um...

But he'll live, so...

So that's good, right?

I don't know.
What do you think?

What do you mean,
what do I think?

It's okay.
If it makes you
feel any better,

I was thinking it, too.

Thinking what exactly?

That it would be better
if, you know,

the outcome
were different,

if Charles had just passed.

No, that is not
what I was thinking at all.

Why would...
Why would you say that?

Aram, if we're gonna
be together...

Um, look, I'm so sorry.
I'm gonna have
to call you back.

I have, uh, work.
(CELL PHONE BEEPS)

Anything specific?

I just can't tell
what's been completed
and what's planned.

There are no dates
on any of this.

Bank statements show
Vitaris is deep in debt.

He's gonna need to make
another score soon.

But what's
the next target?

Wait. I have
a lead on that.

Okay, so, looking at
the previous forgeries

from the Fenberg collection,

it seems that
the counterfeiter specializes

in replicating pieces
from the 19th century
or before.

Now, according to
the Fenbergs' portfolio,

the only painting left
in their collection

that matches that description

is a Hoogstraten
worth $24 million.

That painting is hanging
in their house.
We just saw it.

PARK: So, based on
everything we know,
it's safe to assume

that Vitaris is going
after the Hoogstraten.

COOPER: If Vitaris knows
we're after him,
he may get desperate

and change his MO,
skip the paintings

and go after
Mr. Fenberg himself.

**

Mr. Eagleton. I'm sorry
to interrupt your ablutions.

Looks delightful.
But I'm in a bit
of a rush

and have
some pressing questions

that can't wait
for your contemplative soak.

Who the hell are you?
What are you doing
in my bathroom?

Who did you
buy this from?

I've never seen that thing
before in my life.

Maybe the bubbles
have addled your brain.

What are you doing here?
Get...

You can't be here.
Get out of my bathroom.

I love a good bath
as much as the next man,

but does it ever
get into your head

the idea that you're simply
soaking in your own juices

like a brining turkey?

What?
I digress.
Doesn't matter.

Please, take a closer look
at the piece.

I know
you've been fencing items
on behalf of a counterfeiter

who steals art
from the Fenberg family.

Well, that
same counterfeiter
is responsible

for this
breathtaking forgery.

And while I admire
the accomplishment,

I prefer the original.

So the counterfeiter's name...
I need it now.

That would be suicide.

How apt.

**

Just give us a second.
It's the damn GFCIs.

This might tickle a little.

Okay, okay.
Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Might even
make your toes curl.

Or not.
What the hell do I know?

Let's find out.

No, no, no. No, please. Stop.

The name.

Fenberg.

Victoria Fenberg.

You see? There it is.

That wasn't so hard,
was it?

Antony, let me ask you
a question.

Are you hungry?
I'm hungry.

Dembe, you hungry?

Okay.

Hop out.
Let's get cooking.

**

(MEN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

This is a violation.

VICTORIA:
It's only a precaution.

A precaution?
Do you see what's happening?

This Vitaris character
is dismantling our lives.

You sound surprised.

Don't start, Victoria.

His son died.
He's angry.

Then he can settle it
legally in a courtroom,

but this is...
He can't afford that.

How is it that you think
any of this is our fault?

We did not kill that boy.
(CELL PHONE RINGS)

And attacking us
isn't going to
bring him back.

Hello?
LIZ: Ms. Fenberg,
this is Agent Keen.

I'm calling to let you know
we're sending units
to your house.

Why? What's wrong?
It's Vitaris.

He's still at large,
but items in his home
indicate

that he might be targeting you
and your family directly.

Targeting us?
Do you mean physically?

We're not sure.
That's why
we're sending units.

All we know
is Vitaris is angry
and has a vendetta,

and we don't want him
to act on it.

We'll be there soon.

We'll talk more
when we're on-site.

So I assume they're here
to protect us.

I'll get Mother.

**

We have to call it off.
They know.

RICHARD: Who knows?
The FBI.

They're on
their way here.

They think you're
targeting the family.

We have a plan.

Did you hear me?

The police are here.
There's no way
we can get near the...

The police?
What's going on?

It's okay. They're here
for our protection.

Where's your father?

Uh, downstairs.

Go, go.
I'm right behind you.

You have to get out
while you can.

We can do this.
No.

Victoria, listen,

that painting,
it's our future.

You have to go.
The plan remains the same...

Get the painting,
sell the painting,

fund the lawsuit.

We can't.
We can.

You have the forgery?
Yes.

If they see you,
they'll arrest you.

Exactly.
Richard, you'll go to jail.

How else
do you think this ends?

With me going home to my son?
He's gone.

The only way to make sure
others don't die like him

is to see this through,

and to do that,

you're gonna make the swap.

Okay.

And, Victoria, thank you.

(CELL PHONE BEEPS)

**

(POLICE RADIO CHATTER)

Agents Ressler, Keen, FBI.
Trooper Sharp.

Mr. Fenberg says
his wife and daughter
are on the property

along with four
house staff members.
Show me.

Help me gather these movers.
The Art Crimes Unit
is en route.

I don't want any of this
leaving here

without them
cataloguing it.

Hey, what's going on?
Why isn't this crated?

Uh, you got
police everywhere.
Is everything okay?

No, everything
is not okay.

The police want
everyone downstairs.

Right now. Go.

* You heard what they say

* That I got lightning
in my fingers

* I got gold inside my veins

* Believe what you see

Sorry, ma'am.
Sorry. Sorry.

Hey. You.

Vitaris.

Ressler!

MAN: Gun, gun!

LIZ: Hey! Stop!

* Get ready for the revolution

Stop! Stop.
Put the gun down!

* Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

* Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

I'm not here
to hurt anyone.

Then put
the gun down, Richard.

* 'Cause it starts right here,
starts right here

* Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

It's over.
You're under arrest.

Why don't you go arrest
the real criminals,

the white-collar monsters
inside that mansion

who profited
from the death of my son?

We'll talk about it
after you put the gun down.

* Ain't scared to fight alone

My son's gone.
They murdered him.

LIZ: We know, Richard.
We're sorry.

But hurting someone else
isn't gonna bring him back.

Put the gun down.

* Get behind me

* No more lying in the shadows

* No more hiding underneath

* Tell the world
get ready for the revolution

You okay?

No.

Do you know
what he was after?

* Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Thank God it's still here.

Keen, send
the Art Theft Unit
to the living room.

We got it.

Don't you dare
let that painting
out of your sight.

* Starts right here

**

(CAR DOORS SHUT)

I know you don't
understand, darling,

but it's better this way.

It had to end this way.

I know, Daddy.

* Get ready for the revolution

* Revolution *

COOPER: He stole the paintings
to finance his lawsuit
against the Fenbergs.

PARK: Says he did
the forgeries, too.

Insists he worked alone.

He gave himself up
as a distraction

so someone else
could swap out
the Hoogstraten.

If someone else did.
Do we have confirmation yet?

The painting's
being authenticated now,

but if he has a partner,
we have no idea who it is.

We searched everyone
at the house...
Wait staff, security,

every box, bag, briefcase,
or purse. Nothing.

PARK: We offered him a deal.
He wouldn't budge.

Guy's a true believer.
COOPER: Send him to lockup.

When he sees what his future
holds if he doesn't cooperate,

maybe he'll talk,

tell us who
he's protecting.

VICTORIA:
Prepare to be amazed.

I am bringing you
a masterpiece.

But this time,
no discounts.

Ms. Fenberg,
please join us.
A waffle?

They're buckwheat.

What is this?
Just... Just hear him out.

Please, sit.

Have a waffle.

I love
a juicy family drama.

Greed, resentment,
betrayal, secrets.

(CHUCKLING)
And your secret? Oh, my.

Using the spoils
of your father's avarice

to bankroll
his destruction.

The tragedy
is positively Grecian.

Who are you?
A man on a quest.

Does this look familiar?

**

He knows, Vicky.
Just... Just tell him.

It's from
my family's collection.

Yes, but it's part
of a larger set.

I came to acquire this one
some years ago.

Imagine my surprise
when I learned
it was a counterfeit.

But tell me, did you make
forgeries of all six boxes?

No, just the one.

It was my first test.

I wanted to see
if I could fool people.

Well, you certainly
fooled me.

Would you like syrup,
berries, or both?

I'm sorry.
I'm totally confused.

Both, then.
No... No, not about...

What is it that you want?

The original casket.

I want the name
of the person who has it.

Mr. Eagleton says
that's the one item of yours
he didn't fence.

That's all you want?
A name?

Your father
is a drug dealer.

The fact that he deals
a legal drug

is no consolation
to the addicts he's created.

He's the villain
in this story.

Your efforts to bring him
to justice,

however convoluted, are,

as I've said,
admirably Oedipal.

Not only do I have
no intention of stopping you,

I believe we may
find occasion to work
together in the future.

I am nothing if not
an avid patron of the arts.

So, please, a name.

Vicky tells me
that you're a collector.

Oh, just a dabbler.

I told Victoria
I didn't want to impose.

Oh, nonsense.

I love showing people
my collection.

Oh.

I'm sorry,
but before we start,

might I trouble you
for a glass of water?

Of course.
No trouble at all.

Thank you so much.

**

You have a good eye.

That's my
prized possession.

Is it?

Who would've guessed?

Cheers.

You confessed?
They don't know about you.

Then I'll tell them.
You can't do that.

I can't let you
take responsibility

for what I've done.

What you've done
is give me hope,

and you need
to keep doing that.

My only purpose in life
is avenging Justin's death.

The only chance
of that happening

is if you continue
what we started.

**

(BUZZER, DOOR OPENS)

Visiting the enemy?

Yes.

I want to know
where the art is
that he stole.

And you thought
he'd tell you?

I don't know what I thought.
I just know

I wanted to look the person
who did this to my family

in the eye.

The authentication came back
on the Hoogstraten.

It's a forgery.

Ah, I can't say
I'm surprised.

But you were there.
You must have some idea

who took it,
who his accomplice is.

I didn't at first.

I mean, we inspected
everybody,

bags and boxes,
cars, trucks.

No one we checked could've
possibly taken it.

And then it hit me.

See, there were three people
we didn't check...

Your father,
your mother, and you.

You think we stole
from ourselves?

No, no. I think you did.

The distraction he caused,

I think it was for you.
Don't be ridiculous.

To give you a moment alone
in the living room

to put the real painting
inside your briefcase,

the only one
we didn't check.

I think we're through,
Detective.

It's Special Agent.

And, yeah, we're through.
For now.

But you wanna look the person
who did this to your family
in the eye,

you and I both know
all you gotta do

is look in the mirror.

I'll be in touch.

**

It really is exquisite
in its way.

It's exquisite because of
what you know about it,

where it came from,
who made it.

It's intellectual.

I like art
that's more emotional.

The forger certainly
played on our emotions.

The forger...

The one you found
and won't turn over to us.

The counterfeits are nearly
flawless, which is enough,

because our desire
for them to be real

obscures any imperfection,

much like your desire

for the woman in Paris
to be your mother

blinded you to the fact
that she wasn't.

It wasn't just my desire.

So she told you
she was Katarina?

She did.

And it's difficult for me
to believe she wasn't.

I was convinced my casket
was authentic.

It was nearly impossible
for me to believe it wasn't.

But it was a fake.

And she was, too.

Is that why
you gave us this case?

To show me how easy it is

to mistake
something that's fake

for something that's real?

No, I gave you the case

so I could get my hands
on the casket

and sell it for an obscene
amount of money.

You got it
just so you could sell it?

Yes. And the buyer
is apparently
very impatient.

Is there somewhere
we can drop you?

We're wheels-up
in one hour.

Uh, you can just let me out
here at the end of the block.

Uh, wherever you're going,

I'd like you to be back
in time...

We'll be back
for the ballet.

Harold told you?

Harold thought
I'd like to know.

He was right.

You're amazing.

O-kay.
(CHUCKLES)

So are you.

Well, not really.

But you think so.

We think so about each other,
which is, well...

Amazing.

Great.

Now that that's settled,
do you want to come in?

No. I want to break up.

I don't want to.

I mean,
it's the last thing I want.

It's just, we should.

That is, we have to.

**

I don't understand.

What do we do
when we're together?

We trespass. We...

We crash weddings.

We break the law.

We made love
in the Gemini capsule

John Glenn
took into space.

Exactly, yes,

which I still can't believe
how small it was, right?

Scratch that.
That's off-topic.

Okay.

My point,
such that I have one,

is this.

Making love in a rocket ship
is one thing,

one...
One amazing thing,

but, Elodie,

hoping your
husband dies,

there is nothing amazing
about that.

How is he?

He's on a ventilator.

I am so sorry.

So am I.

**

This is
a really bad idea.

(MONITOR BEEPING,
VENTILATOR HISSING)

**