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[lounge music] ♪ ♪

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[camera shutter snaps]

Allie. I thought my son was going to be here

to help you shoot the event tonight.

Noah had a forensics class. He said it was running late.

But he should be on his way.

Okay.

This is an amazing turnout, Camille.

James Risand is one of the premiere art collectors

in the country, but he's also one of the most reclusive.

We are very lucky to get him to agree to share his collection

with us this evening.

Well, I hope you like what I'm getting.

You, my dear, are the best photographer in the city.

How could I not?

Thank you.

You know, we are organizing

an emerging talent spotlight next month.

I'd love for you to submit.

That would be an honour.

Thank you!

Great.

There's a spot for you on the wall right there

when you're ready.

Excuse me. Pardon me. Pardon me, pardon me.

Miss Addison?

Yes?

James is requesting one of the items under glass.

Um, the Nasrid Dagger.

He wants it taken out of the display?

It's his latest acquisition.

I... I guess he means to show it off in person

to some of his guests.

Of course.

Um, excuse us, Allie.

Right this way.

(Camille) Excuse us, please.

Uh, hello?

Hi.

Hi.

I thought I was the only photographer here.

Yeah, no, you are.

Well, what is that?

I'm Daniel Drake.

I work for The Gazette.

Are you a reporter?

Trying to be. It's a slow news day.

But I am here covering the social page.

Well, this is quite an event.

Yeah, yeah, it's a real "who's that" of Willow Haven.

Speaking of which, you are?

Allie Adams.

Picture Perfect Studios.

That's catchy.

Well, I guess I'll see you around, Allie Adams.

...Okay.

Have a good evening.

I'm surprised James is being so casual about the Nasrid Dagger.

It's a very valuable piece,

and he's usually so security conscious.

Well, that's my brother for you.

Predictably unpredictable.

I hope he appreciates the trouble you've gone to.

Oh, it's certainly no trouble.

It's an honour to have the Risand Collection in my gallery.

Actually, would you mind if my security guard stayed with you

while you had the dagger out of the display case?

Just as a... precautionary measure.

No, of course not, Miss Addison.

Frankly, it would make me feel a lot better too.

Mm-hmm.

Perfect. Shall we?

Uh, what have you got?

Quinoa salad.

Hmm. Where can I find the guy with the endive cups

and marinated feta?

Great.

Maya?

What are you doing here?

Uh, is that any way to greet your best friend?

Oh, sorry.

Maya! Hello!

What a wonderful surprise.

What are you doing here?

Camille gave me a ticket,

and as an actor it is my job to attend social events

and study the many facets of human behaviour.

Plus free food.

Yeah, there it is.

Beautiful, isn't it?

Mm-hmm.

Hmm.

It's a little showy for my taste.

I mean, what are you going to wear that with?

This is not an accessory.

This is high art.

The Manchester Necklace.

A series of flawless diamonds perfectly set in symmetry.

Belonged to Katherine Stansbury-Reed.

Heiress of the Stansbury Steel Fortune.

Hmm.

She used her wealth to commission

some of the most exquisite pieces of jewelry

in historical record.

This was her most cherished piece.

[phone buzzes]

I'm going to take this outside, Gwendolyn.

Can I get you anything?

Uh, Champagne?

Of course.

You seem to know quite a bit about this particular piece.

Katherine Stansbury-Reed was my great grandmother.

Oh.

So why is that necklace under glass in a fancy art gallery

and not around your neck?

[clears throat]

That's a very good question.

Excuse me.

♪ ♪

So how long do you think he's going to want to, um...

Show off? I have no idea.

I ask because I have a gallery full of patrons and...

I'll be fine here, Miss Addison.

I've got your security guard to protect me.

Are you sure you don't mind?

Absolutely. Please.

Oh, great.

Thank you, thank you.

Oh!

I'm sorry, excuse me.

[camera shutter snaps]

[sighs] Wow...

You can just feel her sadness.

Sadness?

She's alone at the table.

The building in the window is actually just a reflection,

a memory of what she once had.

If you look at the coffee cup, it's out of focus,

representing a present in which she doesn't feel she belongs.

You have a remarkable eye for detail.

It's Café Reflections, one of my favourites.

Although, I have never seen it in person.

Until tonight.

Well, I suppose I have James Risand to thank for that.

You don't sound like you hold Mr. Risand in very high esteem.

It'll be on display tonight

and then back to his private collection.

Which is a shame, because art is meant to inspire.

(Camille) Welcome everyone to the Midnight Gallery.

[clears throat]

Tonight, we are honoured to be chosen to celebrate

the remarkable, truly extraordinary collection

of James Risand.

So, without further ado,

please join me in welcoming the man of the hour,

Mr. James Risand.

[applause]

Uh, please.

[applause]

Thank you Camille, and thank you all for joining us this evening.

Art tells our stories.

It connects us.

Preserving these treasures has been my life's work.

With the help of my brother Patrick,

it is my great privilege to be their guardian.

[buzzing sound]

Uh, Camille, is this your subtle way of getting me to wrap it up?

Not at all.

(Crowd) Oh, oh!

[screams]

♪ ♪

Are you okay?

[groans]

Oh no!

(Camille) What's happened?

We need an ambulance at the Midnight Gallery.

Please hurry.

Are you all right?

[groans]

He said his name was White.

Mr. White. Can you tell me what's wrong?

[pained] I c-can't.

Paramedics are on the way.

[groans]

Watch your head.

[groans]

Woah, uh, what happened?

One of the guests collapsed.

Is he going to be okay?

He will be.

It was angina.

Luckily he had his nitroglycerin pills with him.

Are you sure you don't want to go to the hospital,

get a quick check?

I'm fine, just a little embarrassed.

I seem to have gathered quite a crowd.

[chuckles]

Thomas, I want to leave.

Okay.

(James) Mr. White, did you come with anyone tonight?

Oh no, no.

Right now. Please.

We could get him in a car.

Thank you.

Great, okay. Here we go.

Okay. Are you okay?

Watch your step.

Yeah, I got you.

Camille, should we let him leave?

If he refuses treatment, there's nothing we can do.

I'll be right back.

I should put this back in the case.

I will help you.

See you soon.

Woah, woah, where's everybody going?

I guess the event is over?

Why do I always miss out on all the fun?

Not all of it.

What do you mean?

[Camille screams] No!

What happened?

The Manchester Necklace. It's gone.

♪ ♪

[camera shutter snaps]

Is this really necessary?

♪ ♪

Hmm.

Hello, Detective Acosta.

Miss Adams. Hi.

Hi.

Have you, have you really looked at this?

It's... it's incredible. It's amazing.

You know, you're very chipper for a crime scene.

There's a reason for that.

Specifically eight reasons.

Nick is pulling all the security footage,

and we should have our necklace thief any minute.

How's the renovation on the house going?

Um... You know, it's uh...

Oh, that good, huh?

I had to call in some reinforcements.

Oh.

Yeah. My uncle Luis, he's going to come in,

taking a break from his island retirement.

Does he know much about construction?

I don't know.

But I figure that two heads are better than one, right?

Yeah.

Hey um, I still haven't found a decent cup of coffee anywhere.

Sorry?

In Willow Haven.

I've been here, what, three months?

And nobody does coffee New York style.

No one.

New York style?

The coffee here's just, it's just too polite.

What do you mean?

Well, it just sits there in the cup and just...

waits for you to drink it.

What do you want it to do?

I don't know, I... I like a cup of coffee

that smacks me in the head and says "hey, drink me."

Okay.

I'll get back to you on that.

Yeah?

Yeah.

I might have a lead for you.

Well, I hope somebody does, because we've got a problem.

Hi, Allie.

Hi.

Security footage dropped out for almost two minutes.

Take a wild guess when.

Our hit.

Yup.

Is there another angle?

Nope.

How does two minutes of security footage just disappear?

With someone's help.

Yeah.

Tio!

There he is.

Willow Haven PD's newest recruit.

Wish I was still working there.

[laughs]

It's good to see you.

Good to see you.

Hey, how's retirement?

Oh, palm trees, miles and miles of sand and surf,

nothing to do but sit back and relax.

Ah, you're going nuts.

It's a nightmare.

[laughs]

But I got you something.

Okay.

From the islands, huh?

Oh, wow.

[laughs]

Thanks.

You don't gotta thank me.

Okay...

Yikes.

Good to be here.

Thank you.

So this is your home, huh?

You're fixing it up.

Yeah. You know, I... I thought I'd be a little further along

with the renovation by now, but you know.

Well, what's left on your to do list?

We got floors, walls, gotta patch the roof.

Your roof leaks?

Only when it rains.

Uh, we got upstairs plumbing, downstairs plumbing,

gotta retile both of the bathrooms.

Anything crossed off your list?

I fixed the sink.

Okay, well uh, I gotta get to work.

I'm glad you're here.

I'll bring us some dinner,

and you, uh, make yourself right at home.

Mm-hmm.

[sighs]

[loud drip]

Thank you.

Hey, mom.

Hey honey.

Hey.

You okay?

I'm okay.

You need help with anything?

We're gonna be fine.

Okay.

[sighs]

Noah.

Hey.

Oh, hey.

Sorry, I meant to call you.

No, I came to check in.

I wanted to see how you're doing.

Well, James Risand is holding my mom personally responsible

for the burglary last night.

Well, I'm sure he has insurance to cover it.

Well, money's not the problem, okay.

The art community's very small and he's threatening

to warn away artists from displaying their pieces

at the gallery.

You know, my mom worked really hard to earn the reputation

that she has, and just one word from James Risand,

it could all be gone.

[snaps fingers] Just like that.

Well, it's still early, and the police have leads.

They are going to find this necklace.

I hope so.

Because if they don't find it,

that means the gallery's as good as closed.

Now, how does somebody steal a necklace from a locked box?

They pick the lock?

Well, our display cases need a special key,

and the lock's supposed to be almost impossible to pick.

But not completely.

Not completely, yeah.

Who else knows about this key?

Well, it's me, my mom, the security guard, and um...

And?

And somebody we should talk to.

We locked down the site and all the guests were searched.

All of them?

Well no, there was a window of time before we got there.

The event was invite only, so there's a guest list.

Mm-hmm.

But we already have all the names on it.

Mmkay.

Well, let's check in with Risand.

See if there's anyone on his radar with an interest

in the necklace.

On it.

Oh, and when you go through that list,

let's start with the guest

with the conveniently timed heart attack.

You got it, Chief.

Do you want this open or closed?

I don't care.

Leave it open for the air, you know.

Yeah.

Miss Addison told us you were given the gallery security key?

I was.

We removed an item from one of the display cases.

A dagger, at James's request.

Did it ever leave your possession?

I returned it to her right after I used it.

The security guard at the gallery was with me

the entire time.

Was he?

Mm-hmm.

We spoke with him,

but he can't seem to confirm your whereabouts

after the lights went out.

But I can.

Patrick was right beside me during the theft.

The landscapers are waiting to be paid.

Will there be anything else?

I think we're good.

Sure.

Detectives.

As you are no doubt aware, every moment that passes

takes the Stansbury-Reed necklace farther from reach,

which causes me to wonder

why you are currently here in my home,

questioning my own brother when time is of the essence?

Well, seeing there's no eyewitnesses,

we needed to broaden our line of questioning.

Room full of people and no one saw a thing.

Unbelievable.

Uh, please. Not so close.

That's fourth century Macedonian.

Mr. Risand, the insurance adjuster is on the phone.

[sighs]

Um, my assistant Rebecca will provide you

with whatever information you need.

Anything at all, you can have it.

Detective Acosta.

Yes?

That necklace, it's, um, one of a kind.

Irreplaceable.

I must have it back.

We're on it.

Don't touch.

Yep. Yep. No touching.

[whispers] What are you doing? Stop!

Fourth Century.

Don't touch.

Griff Rickard worked as a security guard for six months

at the gallery, always came in late,

always fell asleep on the job, so my mom fired him.

So, he would know the layout of the gallery.

Security features, blind spots.

Yeah, an opportunity to make some money

and ruin my mom's reputation?

This, this is our guy.

So what's your plan?

You just going to go up there

and see if he stole the necklace?

Hey, I can tell when people are lying to me.

Oh, that's a great idea.

Thank you.

I have a better one.

He had motive.

Let's find out if he had opportunity.

Hi.

Uh, I'm looking for Griff Richards?

Rickard.

I'm here to take the new badge photo.

I wasn't told anything about new badges.

It's just like management.

Sorry, don't have time today.

Okay, well, if you could just let your boss know

that I won't be able to get back in here for another three weeks.

Hopefully he won't be too mad,

I know he was very eager to get this done quickly.

You know,

[laughs]

Um, I can spare a minute.

Perfect.

I... I can just take it right here if you stand up.

[clears throat]

Is here all right?

Yeah, just move over a little?

And then back up just a little bit.

Perfect.

[shutter snaps repeatedly]

Hey, Griff, we need you at the boat launch.

Just taking the new badge photo.

What new badge photo?

What was your name again?

Um...

[alarm siren blaring]

Alarm on dock three!

[alarm siren blaring]

♪ ♪

[breathing heavily]

Took you long enough.

You try finding a boat with an alarm on it.

People are too trusting these days.

Griff was on shift that night, 4:00 to midnight.

Okay, well, it doesn't mean he was there,

it just means he was supposed to be.

Right, but as far as alibis go, it's a pretty good one.

I'm not saying he's not our guy,

I'm just saying maybe we want to cast a wider net.

Well, with nearly 100 guests, artists and caterers?

We're gonna need a big net.

Are you sure this is the place?

22.

Yup.

[knocking at door]

Mr. White. Willow Haven PD.

[knocks harder]

Hello?

Mr. White?

You know the gallery event was 1,000 bucks a head.

This isn't exactly the house of a high roller.

Well, if it is, he certainly didn't spend

any money on landscaping.

[laughs] You're telling me.

Hold on.

Ma'am?

Hi, excuse me.

Hmm?

Are you from around here?

Mm-hmm.

Uh, four houses down.

The Craftsman with the green shutters.

Do you know Arthur White?

Doesn't ring a bell.

Are you sure?

'Cause he lives right here.

Um...

No one's lived in that house for years.

Yup.

Big smile...

[shutter snaps]

There we go.

Margaret, how many years have I shot your photo

for the university yearbook?

Since I became provost.

Do you think it's time

that maybe we try something... different?

Different?

Yeah, you know, a little... less buttoned up?

I don't know.

I want to put a good foot forward.

Well, what makes a better first impression

than a little personality?

Why don't you try living a little dangerously?

♪ ♪

That's the spirit.

Woah.

What is this?

Oh, I thought maybe if I laid out the photos from the event,

it'd give us a timeline.

I mean, the security camera stopped rolling, but you didn't.

Good.

So, where do we start?

Good morning.

Aren't you two a little old for collages?

[laughs]

We're viewing photos from the gallery.

Trying to narrow down suspects.

Ah.

We're trying to catch a thief.

Well, then you should start here.

Why? Who's this?

It's the woman who took the necklace.

And you know this how?

She was eyeing that necklace all night.

She said it was a family heirloom.

Did you happen to catch a name?

Uh, Gwendolyn?

Noah. Can your mom get us a copy of the guest list?

Yeah.

Mr. White's invitation was sent to that abandoned house.

He needed it in hand to get into the event that night.

Yeah?

Mr. White is most likely an alias.

Most likely.

Which means that our person of interest has a name

that we don't know and an address that we don't have.

Mm-hmm.

We gotta find out who picked up that letter.

And how he got on the guest list in the first place.

Right.

[elevator ding]

Oh, no.

Good to see you.

Hey.

No, no, no, no, no...

Luis!

- How are you Nick? - How are you, bro?

Good to see you, man.

You too.

Alright.

Hey, hi, yeah, what are you...

what are you doing here?

I brought you lunch.

Okay.

Acosta.

Yeah?

Sorry, force of habit.

[laughs]

Chief.

You calling in backup?

No, no, no, he... uh... he... he's... he's just leaving.

You're leaving, right?

Mr. Acosta, nice to see you.

Great to see you too, Chief.

Okay.

Forensics get us any leads on the gallery thief?

Uh, not yet.

The display case had a bunch of prints on it,

so we're gonna run it through our system

and see what we can pull up.

Burglary.

Uh, actually, a necklace was stolen

from the Midnight Gallery.

Even if it is White, he'd need an accomplice

to get into the security room.

Only two people have cards.

Yes, Miss Addison and the security guard.

That's it.

Either card left unattended?

On them at all times.

You check in with Carmichael?

Uh... Who?

Carmichael.

Gavin Carmichael.

We picked him up more than once for pick pocketing.

Cleanest lifts you have ever seen.

Until he graduated to grand theft,

serving three years in state prison.

Two with good behaviour. So odds are that he is...

On parole.

Got a point.

Huh.

You got something for me?

Yeah. An apple.

Ah.

[laughs]

Really missed you, buddy

Follow the lady.

Jokers don't pay, keep your eyes on the queen,

could be your lucky day.

Place your bet, pal.

You sure?

Last chance.

Aw.

Too bad.

You'll get 'em next time.

Who else wants to try their luck?

I'll give it a shot.

Step right up.

Excuse me.

Could you help me find the Sinclair Museum?

I seem to have got myself turned around a little bit.

Of course.

It's on here somewhere.

Keep those eyes on the prize.

So.

What'll it be?

A moment of your time.

[sighs]

♪ ♪

Oh, there.

Could take a bridge...

No, no, no. It's over here, actually.

Highland is a little busy this time of day,

you're better off taking Hunter.

♪ ♪

Hunter?

Well, where's Hunter?

Excuse me a moment.

[grunts]

Ow, my arm!

Told you he'd run.

Move it!

[breathlessly] You got him.

Okay.

Got the guest list.

Ooh.

But no Gwendolyn on it.

I was at home watching the game.

Yeah, that was a tough break for the Sox.

Thought they could pull it off.

They did.

Walk off homer in the 9th.

Yeah.

So you were home all night?

Can anyone confirm this?

My wife, Sherry.

She got off her shift at 6:00,

was there until she left in the morning.

Have you ever heard of Midnight?

The time?

No. The, uh, the art gallery.

Somebody pulled a job, stole a necklace.

Look, I don't do that anymore.

Learned my lesson.

Got a wife, a job, flying straight.

Really?

Then why you pulling a cards game in the park?

It's not like I keep any of the money.

No?

No. I give it all to the animal shelter.

It's like Robin Hood.

Only with dogs.

Yeah, something like that.

So tell me, why'd you run?

Old habits die hard.

Sure do.

Solid alibi.

Checks in with his parole officer twice a month.

But you're not quite ready to write him off yet.

It fits his MO.

Be nice to put him in the area.

I think I might know someone who can help.

Everything we shot that night.

Oh, thank you very much.

Any leads?

Uh, a few.

Like?

Why are you fishing?

Natural curiosity.

You know what they say. Curiosity killed the cat.

Yes, but satisfaction brought it back.

Everybody forgets that part.

That's good.

Yeah. I'm just trying to help.

Oh, you've helped enough.

Thank you.

So you know about the former Midnight guard,

with an axe to grind and access to the security layout.

Griff Rickard. Yes.

We got his alibi this morning.

Confirmed?

[laughs]

You know what, are you free on Saturday?

Saturday...

Oh.

Yeah, you promised me coffee.

Uh, right.

Yeah.

So Saturday.

You can pick the place.

Okay.

Okay.

See you then.

Hey.

That was Detective Acosta, right?

Uh-huh.

Any progress on the case?

Leads, clues, anything?

I think I got a date.

Huh?

I thought I just heard you say you think you got a date.

♪ ♪

Can you get me my phone?

Huh.

Thanks, Margaret.

Her name is Gwendolyn Cox.

Why wasn't she on the guest list?

Maybe she was a plus one.

Found her.

She's a contracts lawyer who works downtown.

Wow.

Stanford, Rhodes Scholar, Greenpeace.

Not really the resume of a thief.

Yeah, but maybe this might explain it.

While researching the necklace,

I found out that Risand purchased it

at an auction last spring.

The bidding got pretty nasty,

I'm going to give you one guess who he beat out.

Okay, so...

Risand steals the necklace from under Gwendolyn.

She steals it back.

Yeah, but how does she get it out?

Everybody was searched.

No, not entirely.

Gwendolyn and her date left with Mr. White

before anyone knew the necklace was missing.

Do we have a name for her date?

She might have one for us.

Ooh, that's him, that's him.

Well, no caption, no tags, no name.

I think I have another way.

[loud Mexican dance music] ♪ ♪

[loud Mexican dance music] ♪ ♪

♪ Pa, pa, pa, pa... ♪

♪ ♪

[turns off radio]

It's 5:00AM.

I thought I'd let you sleep in.

How do you like your eggs?

[loud Mexican dance music resumes] ♪ ♪

[sighs]

♪ ♪

♪ Pa, pa, pa, pa, pa... ♪

Hello.

What can I get you boys?

Five minutes of your time.

If you can spare it.

Of course.

Is Gavin Carmichael your husband?

Yes.

Was Gavin with you on Friday night?

Around 10:00PM?

Uh, yes. He was.

Is... is my husband in some kind of trouble?

Not yet.

No.

No trouble.

He mentioned you two stayed in.

Watched some movies.

Is that true?

Um, um, maybe.

When I went to bed, he was still watching the game.

Great. Thank you.

Watching the game.

Their stories line up.

Well, he could've got to her first.

Guess we'll have to keep an eye on her.

♪ ♪

It's me.

We need to talk.

I only have two months to live.

But Cynthia I cannot live without you.

Her date was Thomas Wake.

Wait, she told you that?

No, I had a friend run his plates.

Ooh, the cute cop?

No, what... we're not... he would never.

It's a private eye friend.

I shot his author's photo for his true crime novel.

Okay, so Thomas Wake.

Yes.

Two years ago,

he sold his start-up tech company for millions.

Then he wouldn't need to steal a necklace.

Except he lost half of it in bad investments

and the other half at the roulette table.

So we think he helped her?

Or maybe he was just a patsy.

A way for her to get in.

But he'd gain a lot from stealing that necklace, so...

There's only one way to find out.

♪ ♪

[buzzer]

[buzzer]

[buzzer]

[sighs]

Okay, maybe nobody's home?

Well, his car's in the driveway.

Okay, this is the type of house of somebody

who has at least three cars.

Fine. Maybe he's dodging us.

[car engine rumbling]

Hi, hi.

I was hoping you could help us.

Uh, we are from Best Homes Magazine,

and we are doing a piece on Mr. Wake's house,

and he was supposed to meet us here for a photo shoot,

but he's not answering.

Best Homes?

Mm-hmm, yeah. I'm the photographer.

See?

Mr. Wake didn't tell me anything about this.

You know, I think it's 'cause he's so modest,

he just didn't want to say anything.

Modest? Mr. Wake?

[laughs]

Now I know you're lying.

Get out of here before I call the police.

Best Homes Magazine?

It usually works.

Okay, we need a better cover story.

Okay, fine.

Overeager real estate agents.

Or?

Lost tourists.

Yes, and we could have accents.

Yeah, no don't do that.

What? I am fantastic with accents.

[in French accent] Bonjour, Monsieur Addison.

No.

[gasps]

Hey, hey, hey, hey!

Okay. Now what?

Okay, so we're going to go to the door and...

And?

I don't know, I don't know.

I just kind of make this up as I go along, okay?

[loud scream]

What?

Hello?

Um, hey, lady?

You okay?

Yeah, I don't hear anything.

She sounded like she was in trouble.

We should go.

Noah?

♪ ♪

Oof!

- Wha? - Shh...

[whispering] Okay, you go this way, and I'll go over here.

Okay.

Hello?

♪ ♪

Is everything okay?

Don't go in the kitchen!

What?

Mr. Wake.

What about Mr. Wake?

He's dead.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Miss Adams.

Do I want to know why you're at another crime scene?

Probably not.

You guys call it in?

We were here when the maid found him.

What happened?

Blunt trauma to the back of the head.

- Hey. - Hey.

Miss Phillips is heading back to the station

to give her statement.

I guess we're lucky she didn't clean up half the crime scene

before she spotted the body.

No, seems like someone beat her to it.

We're having problems getting prints off anything.

Great.

Well, we're going to need a statement.

Officer?

Oh, I don't know anything.

Well then, it won't take too long.

You too, my friend.

- What, me? - Yep.

Officer?

Ma'am, this is an active crime scene.

I can't have you here.

I know.

I've got something I think you might want to see.

My security camera sees the front of his house.

Here.

I can't make out who it is, but...

She was only in the house five minutes.

But didn't ask the taxi to wait.

Like she wasn't expecting to leave so soon.

I went through the rest of the night,

no one else came through.

At least not through the front door.

Hey, can you back up a few frames?

Okay.

Can forensics get a clearer picture of that?

You don't have to.

You can't be here.

I know who that is.

♪ ♪

So how long were you two dating?

Two months.

We met at an auction.

We both bid on the same painting,

I won, he bought dinner.

Nice.

I just don't know why anyone would want to hurt him.

You attended the Midnight Gallery event together?

He was invited.

And you?

I was his plus one.

Thomas know... knew Patrick Risand.

They went to school together.

You know, we have security footage

of you leaving his house that night.

You seem to be in quite a hurry.

It's not what you think.

What do I think?

That I killed him.

- Did you? - No!

I loved him.

Then why'd you send the taxi away?

We had planned on having a late dinner after the event.

He promised me that he was going to cook for me.

But when we got back to his house, he was... cold.

It was very confusing.

It was like he was a different person.

Did you get in a fight?

He told me that he was no longer interested in seeing me,

that it had been a mistake.

He asked me to leave, so I did.

You believe her?

That he broke her heart? Yeah, she was convincing.

Also a good reason for a quick exit.

Yeah, and a motive for murder.

And a motive for murder.

The Great Jewel Heist?

Every good mystery needs a name.

No, we're not calling it that.

I think it's catchy.

I voted for The Case of the Purloined Necklace.

Okay, you are not helping.

Maya, why is your picture on the board?

'Cause I'm part of the mystery now?

Um, it was from two years ago when I auditioned

for a local production of The Hound of the Baskervilles.

Mm.

Did you get it?

Still waiting to hear.

Oh, uh... how'd it go with Thomas?

He talk?

Nope.

He's dead.

Oh.

(Maya) I guess he's off the board.

Well, he was alive when the necklace was stolen.

Do you think they're related?

I don't know.

But somebody on that board knows.

Aard... Aardvark.

Aardvark.

What do you got?

Finally got to the guest list,

checking against criminal histories.

Mostly speeding tickets, but one did jump out.

Mr. Clint Baxter.

No criminal file, but get this.

He was the person of interest in two larceny cases

in the last three years.

Really.

Mm-hmm.

Well, maybe we should pay Mr. Baxter a little visit.

All right.

Wow. Nice boat.

Yeah.

30 footer?

31.

[whistles]

That must've set you back.

Well, I married well, and divorced better.

[laughs]

Something I can help you gentlemen with?

Willow Haven PD.

Just wanted to ask you a couple questions

about the Midnight Gallery art show.

Can I offer you gentlemen a drink?

No, thank you.

I'll take one.

Last December, you were sought after in connection

to a piece of stolen artwork from the Heinsberg Museum.

Yeah.

Wrong place, wrong time.

Huh.

Had a couple of those, huh?

Yep.

But you were also questioned in the theft of a diamond necklace

from a private collection?

And cleared on both.

I travel in wealthy circles, gentlemen.

They tend to surround themselves with valuable things.

I hope you're not suggesting I had something to do

with the missing necklace.

No.

But you were at the gallery the night it was stolen.

I was also there after,

where I was frisked by one of your men, very thoroughly.

Mr. Baxter, is everything all right?

I do believe the officers were just leaving.

Yes, we're just leaving.

Leaving.

Appreciate it.

I don't know how you do things in New York,

but in Willow Haven, we don't drink on the clock.

This isn't for me.

I figured the lab might want a fresh set of prints.

And now we'll just reschedule the photo...

Detective Acosta!

How do you, how do you get this kind of detail?

Um, it's just a wide aperture

and then you select a focal point in the background.

I'm gonna go get some coffee.

You want anything?

No, no, I'm good.

Alright.

[whispers urgently] The board!

What about you, man?

I'm okay.

All right.

I'm gonna be five minutes.

Make that 10.

You ever show any of these at the gallery?

No, but Camille wants me to submit to her showcase,

so when I have the right picture, I will.

Hey, Allie?

Mm-hmm?

I already saw it.

Is this the part where you tell me to leave

the investigating to you?

Is this the part where you pretend

that you didn't hear what I said?

[sighs]

Sorry, look.

I... I just came to check in on you.

You know, walking up on a crime scene like that,

it's, uh, it's a lot.

Emotionally.

Is it normal for cops to come

and check in on people's wellbeing?

I'm not here as a cop.

I'll put it away.

I'm just here as a, as a friend.

Thanks.

Um. No, I'm good, we're good.

Thank you.

Good, and um, I just think maybe I should give you my number,

in case you...

Oh no, I have it.

Okay. Yeah, so...

It's just nice to know that I can use it.

I am going to see my way out.

Patrick Risand.

James's brother.

I did some digging into their family history...

And we found out that they've been locked in a legal battle

for years after their parents passed away.

Yeah, the family estate was worth millions

and they left it all to James.

Wow.

That's gotta sting.

But Patrick works with James.

Eh, for him.

As a peace offering,

Patrick was given a role in his brokerage firm.

And my mom said that Patrick had the security key that night.

Well, he was standing next to James when it happened.

I saw him.

Mm, maybe he gave it to someone?

Okay, so. Younger brother with an axe to grind

steals older brother's most prized possession.

Patrick manages the family's property, Tupper Estate.

Tupper Estate.

Tupper's the name on the mother's side.

No, no, no.

I know Tupper Estate we've shot weddings there.

It's beautiful.

Too bad you're not shooting one now.

♪ ♪

Mr. Risand will be with you shortly.

Thank you.

May I offer you anything to drink?

Some water, some soda?

Oh, I'm okay. Thank you.

Oh, well I'll get...

[sharply] No, we're good.

Yes, we're good.

Oh, these are beautiful. You shoot any of these?

I don't know, probably.

The Rogers-Carter wedding.

Peters-Bishop wedding.

Oh. He was at the gallery that night.

Oh. Well, who's he?

I don't know, but I recognize his face.

(James) This was your responsibility.

(Patrick) I, I understand.

(James) I don't care that you understand.

After what happened the other night,

tell me again why I should trust you.

[clears throat]

I apologize for the wait.

Oh no, you're fine.

I know you, don't I?

Um, Allie Adams.

Of course.

You were at the gallery the other night at James's show.

Yeah, I was. I... I was.

So now you're going to be photographing

the Fisher-Manning wedding.

Exactly, yes.

Um, and thank you for making time for us.

We have a client with a lot of specific needs

that we would like to accommodate.

Happy to help.

Question. I... I recognize him. Is this Ryan Sullivan?

No.

Clint Baxter.

Oh.

My mistake, it could be his twin.

As you can see, he's a bit of a bon vivant.

He never met a social circle he couldn't charm his way into.

You don't seem particularly charmed.

He stole something very precious from me.

My fiancée.

Their marriage didn't last long, and after they got divorced

he took half her fortune, so I suppose I got the last laugh.

[laughs]

Yeah, that's the spirit.

So, where would you like to begin?

Noah, can you pull up the specs for the wedding?

Yeah.

Just gotta download the file from the cloud.

What's the wi-fi password here?

Um...

It is amazing what you can get from somebody's phone

when you're connected to the same network.

That's scary.

(Noah) I thought she was his assistant.

[car engine starts]

(Noah) No cell phone calls, no emails.

No messages to the police or his insurance company.

Or his brother.

You got all of this from tapping into his wi-fi?

Suddenly I feel like locking my phone in a drawer

for the rest of my life.

He didn't make any phone calls after 10:15.

Which is when the necklace was stolen.

His brother's priceless antique goes missing

and he doesn't make a single phone call.

Maya lost her favourite purple sweater last week

and called me like 50 times.

Okay, it goes with everything!

Maybe he was in shock.

Maybe he wasn't.

Chief.

Sam. Gavin Carmichael's file.

Already checked it out. Got his alibi.

Take a look at the arrest report.

The one that sent him away?

No, his first offence, two years ago.

He was nabbed for pick-pocketing by the marina.

(Chief Dunn) The victim.

(Sam) Thomas Wake.

Mm-hmm.

[sighs]

I'm on it.

He's not budging from his alibi.

At his house all night.

At the time of the theft, and later for the murder.

You buying it?

I don't know.

When I told him Thomas Wake was dead,

he actually looked surprised. Spooked.

[Mexican dance music] ♪ ♪

I think this is water damage.

You gotta call someone in, check for mold.

How much to take care of something like that?

Well, if you got mold in that wall,

you don't clean it up.

You knock it down.

You know, is it still considered

a fixer-upper if you don't fix anything?

[laughs]

[message alert]

Good news?

Uh, yeah, yeah.

Just, you know, following up something.

Hey. Sam.

How's that Midnight case coming along?

It's good.

You know, I could take a look at it if you want some fresh eyes on it.

No, no, no, no, no, no.

Hey. I got it. Thank you.

All right.

I think it's time for the new faucet.

Okay.

I think it's in a box in the living room.

Mmm, okay.

♪ ♪

Hey, you find it?

I found this.

Gabrielle Russell.

Now you told me you stepped away from this case, Sam.

You said that you left New York

because you wanted to have a fresh start.

Yeah, I do.

Then why are you bringing the past with you?

Where did you find that?

In one of those boxes.

Probably got mixed up in the move.

I don't know.

You know what, Sam? We all got our failures.

But you can't carry them with you forever.

[phone rings]

Acosta.

Yeah, I'll be right in.

Mr. Risand was going through his correspondence.

He thought you might like to see these.

So, what exactly am I looking at?

Twenty-six emails, all offers on the necklace,

with increasing hostility.

Really.

Gwendolyn Cox.

She wanted that necklace.

Made it very clear she wouldn't stop until she got it.

Sure looks like it.

[sighs]

We've got Gwendolyn Cox at two crime scenes in one night.

What are the odds that she's tied up in one?

Or both.

Maybe the motive for Thomas Wake's murder

wasn't heartbreak, hmm?

Maybe he found out about the necklace and threatened to tell?

Or he's working with her,

and we've got ourselves a good old-fashioned double cross.

You don't understand, Phillip.

I've got nothing to lose.

Nothing but my heart.

[sobs]

Um, I could try it a different way, if you like?

No, I think we got it.

Okay.

It says here you know how to ballroom dance.

Mm-hmm.

It does say that, yes.

We're going to have you read opposite the actor

we've cast as the grandfather.

Oh. Sure.

[clears throat]

And where is my mark?

Oh yes.

Oh, hello.

[laughs]

So your name isn't White.

Alexander Bricky. The Third.

He responded to a casting call

for the role of "wealthy man about town."

Well within my range.

I played Torvald in the Cook County Players' production

of A Doll's House.

Met with rave reviews.

So you didn't think it was weird that you were being asked

to fake a heart attack?

I don't fake anything.

Acting is a craft.

He thought the gallery was doing performance art.

He assumed they were in on it.

A live immersive experience is the way it was described.

By who? Who hired you?

Oh. A woman.

Did you get her name?

She may have said, I don't recall.

All right, well do you have any sort of documentation,

like a pay stub or a contract?

Oh, nothing like that.

I got paid in cash.

I'm afraid that's all I remember.

Oh, there was one other thing.

She had a tattoo on her wrist.

What was it of?

I don't know.

Well, could you draw it?

What I mean is, I couldn't see it.

It was covered up.

So you saw a tattoo that wasn't there.

I've been doing theatre for nearly 40 years.

I know stage makeup when I see it.

[scoffs]

Are you all like that?

(Allie laughs)

What?

(Luis laughs) Yes.

(Allie) Ohhh.

(Luis) And so, I pull back the covers,

and right there is a lizard in the bed.

No!

Yes!

[laughs] Oh, no.

[clears throat]

Sam. It's about time you got home.

Um, what are you doing here?

Are you kidding me? This is your uncle?

You know my uncle Luis?

Yes!

Of course, 'cause you live in Willow Haven.

Allie has been shooting all the station's Christmas parties

for years.

Of course.

Luis makes an excellent elf.

How nice.

Mm-hmm.

Coffee's almost ready.

Sam, why don't you show Allie what you've done with the place?

- Yeah. - Yeah.

Um, okay.

I'll show you the living room.

Let's just go this way and I'll show you.

[under his breath] Come on.

So yeah, um, if we just... this is... this is the living room.

Oh, new paint.

Yeah, it's getting there.

Right.

Oh. This is interesting.

Yeah, that's actually from my Uncle Luis.

He brought it from "the islands."

I have a friend who's an interior decorator

if you need her number.

No, no. I... I got this. I'm good.

So, why exactly are you here?

Oh.

Please meet Mr. Bricky.

Okay.

He's an actor.

Mostly regional theatre, but he also does commercials.

And I care about this why?

Because you may know him better as Mr. White,

and because he was hired to fake a heart attack

during the Risand theft.

Wait, hired?

Mm-hmm.

He doesn't know the name of the woman who set it up,

but she did have a tattoo on her wrist.

That right there is a bona fide lead.

"Yes, Allie, you're amazing. I can't believe you did that."

I don't know how I did it either.

Okay...

All right, here we are. Steaming hot.

Okay. Where's yours?

You know I hate coffee.

So?

Okay, uh, well um, I should definitely not be saying this,

at least not officially.

Nice work.

[mugs clink]

Thank you, Detective.

Thank you, Miss Adams.

Hmm.

Remember that thing I said about New York coffee?

Mm-hmm.

This ain't it. Mm-mm, nope.

All right, what's a six-letter word for aperitif?

Sherry Lane.

Sherry Lane. Doesn't fit.

No, no, no. Sherry Lane.

That was five years ago.

You know her as Sherry Carmichael.

Nabbed for shoplifting at Riverside Mall.

Tattoos.

Mm-hmm.

Guess we gotta head back to the bar.

Okay. Thanks for all your help.

The manager says Sherry called off her shift today.

She got a number?

Sure does, and he's happy to give it to us

when we come back with a warrant.

Let's get out of here.

Please reconsider.

You have my personal reassurance that...

[sighs]

I understand. Yes.

Goodbye.

That's the third exhibitor to back out today.

Our entire winter schedule.

I've hired additional security, installed new cameras.

Camille, I'm so sorry.

I opened this gallery when Noah was still in diapers.

It's always been my dream.

And now it could all go away.

Miss Addison. Hi, Daniel Drake from The Gazette.

We met the other night.

I was hoping I could ask you a few questions

about that burglary.

I'm sorry, I have no comment at this time.

Please excuse me.

Okay.

Uh, listen.

When she is ready to sit down, she can reach me at this number.

You just don't give up, do you?

As a matter of fact, no I don't.

Well, Camille is a friend of mine.

So I would appreciate it if you just left her alone, okay?

Okay.

But as a friend,

you should let her know that James Risand

has not been shy with his comments.

So either she controls the story, or he will.

[phone rings]

Excuse me.

Yeah.

Wait, are you sure?

I mean, I don't know, it's just it's hard to move, but...

Yeah, okay, yeah, yeah. Give it to me, give it to me.

Yeah, yeah, okay. Okay. I got it.

Okay, bye.

♪ ♪

Sam. There's someone here to see you.

Who?

[sighs]

We just want to thank you very much for coming in.

It really shows some good faith.

Sure does.

And we, we want to help you and make it as easy as possible.

I appreciate that.

Of course.

All our cards are out on the table.

We know about Mr. White and how he was hired

for the art show and given very specific instructions.

We want to help you get the best deal with the DA.

Deal?

A deal, guaranteed.

But he's going to want a signed confession.

I'm, I'm not here to confess.

You're not?

No. I... I didn't do anything wrong.

Oh, you think I did something wrong.

Do you...

Do you recognize this man?

No, no, you have the wrong idea.

Okay well then, give us the right one.

Yeah.

Why did you come in?

[sighs]

I told you the truth when I said I saw Gavin on Friday evening.

I worked a double the night before,

and I went to bed at 8:00.

He was still home when I went to sleep.

But I can't confirm that he stayed there.

What, you think he left?

I don't know.

I mean, he said he didn't, but he also promised

that he'd stop the card games in the park.

And that was a lie.

I have made a lot of mistakes,

but I've tried really hard to fix them.

So where's Gavin right now?

He called out from work and he's not answering his phone.

It's like he just disappeared.

Sam. This came for you.

From the coroner's office.

Wow.

I didn't think that we'd get Wake's autopsy report

until next week.

Not Cooke County. Manhattan District.

Right.

Thank you.

I'm just looking into an old cold case.

The Assistant DA?

New York City cop drops everything

and comes to Willow Haven, you have some questions.

It's a tough one, huh?

Yeah.

Her name was Gabrielle Russell. She was prosecuting a case.

These... these thugs with mafia links

knocked over some convenience store.

Should've been a slam dunk, right?

She wanted to go for the big fish.

Wanted to flip 'em, which made everybody nervous.

She never... never made it to trial.

Her car was found at the bottom of an embankment.

Brake lines were cut.

We never found a body.

There were no witnesses,

the water washed away any physical evidence.

Once the leads ran cold,

the department just closed the case and that was it.

But not for you.

Nick, she dedicated her life to justice.

And I couldn't even get that for her.

Three Jane Does show up, I pull some strings,

get the files and that's what that's about.

Hey, we all have those cases.

Yeah, well this one's different.

Trust me.

I know.

[sighs]

Hi.

Detective Acosta.

Hi.

I wanted to speak to you in person.

I tried calling your house,

but your uncle said you were still at work.

Okay, well.

What can I do for you?

No, it's not what you can do for me,

it's what I can do for you.

Allie. You gotta stop.

Look, this is all my fault, okay?

I... I encouraged it,

but I should've stopped it a long time ago.

You cannot be involved in any of this.

Oh well, it's a little late for that.

This isn't a game, Allie.

We're likely dealing with some serious career criminals.

Dangerous people.

I can take care of myself.

Well, a man is dead.

See, I thought that this is what we did.

You know, you and me together. We help each other out.

Kind of like partners.

No.

No.

No, no, no, no, no.

You and me? We're not partners.

Look, if you want to help, then drop it and let me do my job.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

[gasps]

Busy place tonight, huh?

What are you doing here?

Well, I could ask you the same thing.

I'm just following up on a lead.

Uh-huh, uh-huh. And where'd you get this lead?

It's confidential.

Right.

That dock is 50 feet away.

You'll be lucky to get anything

other than a blurry face with that lens.

[scoffs]

This isn't my first stakeout.

So what are we waiting for?

You know, I've been asking myself that very same thing

since the moment we met.

No, I mean, what is happening on dock three at 10:00PM?

I got a tip.

With such a high-profile necklace,

there's very few players capable of fencing it under the radar.

And you didn't think to bring this to the police?

Well, I don't make a habit of burning my sources.

Besides, the police can read all about it

in the afternoon edition.

If your guy shows up.

No, no. Not if.

When.

She has this infuriating habit

of just showing up at crime scenes.

[sighs]

It's like she can't just leave well enough alone.

If I didn't know any better,

I'd think she was actively seeking out trouble.

Sounds like someone I know.

No, no, no, no, no. It's different, okay?

It's my job.

Allie's smart.

You're just not giving her enough credit.

I'm just trying to protect her.

By pushing her away.

By pushing everyone away.

It's going to be a lonely ride if you do.

[deep sigh] Eleven o'clock.

I guess they got cold feet?

Or I got bad information.

Let's go.

I'm sorry your lead fizzled out.

Well, it wasn't a total loss.

How do you figure?

Good company.

Hey, are you free tomorrow night?

For another stakeout?

No.

For a date.

Oh.

Yeah, yeah, you're, you're seeing somebody.

Of course you are.

No, no.

You know, it's just kinda complicated.

Yeah, no, no, no, no. I get it, I get it.

Listen, this has been fun.

Goodnight.

[car engine revs]

My phone.

[gasps]

♪ ♪

Thought I heard something.

Kill the light, will you?

♪ ♪

Come on.

[camera shutter snaps]

[dialling]

[camera shutter snaps]

[gasp]

Would you stop doing that?

Isn't it a little late to be taking pictures?

[message alert]

[grunts]

Well, looks like we've got ourselves a party crasher.

She's the girl from the security company.

No.

She's the wedding photographer.

So which one is it?

Both, actually. I like to multitask.

What are you doing out here?

I was taking pictures of the water.

Well, sometimes people don't like having their picture taken.

Gerard will be here soon.

He might take off if he sees her.

What do you suggest we do?

Well, I suggest that we take care of her.

Woah. I didn't sign up for that.

Oh, let... let... let's not be hasty about this.

I'm sure there's another way.

Sure.

Ask Thomas if there's another way.

No loose ends.

I cleaned up one mess, I'll clean up another.

Hello.

You said there'd be three.

She's no one.

Thanks.

Shut up.

Show him.

Hmm, nice.

Very, very nice.

[grunts]

[groans]

Get the necklace!

Grab her, grab her!!!

She saw our faces! Split up!

♪ ♪

Amateurs.

[panting]

[screams]

Going somewhere?

Help!

You can scream all you want.

See, the security guard's with us.

Police!

Hands where I can see 'em.

Well, looks like we've found ourselves

in quite a complicated situation, officer.

Not really.

Just let her go.

Good idea.

[screams]

Allie!

♪ ♪

Come back when the tide's low.

Hey. Where's the necklace?

Where.... where's the girl?

Swimming.

Let's get out of here before more cops show up.

Police?

Drop your weapon, hands in the air.

Why don't you drop yours?

Because it'll scratch, and the Commish gets upset

if we damage city property.

Don't make me ask you again.

You know it's three against one.

I like those odds.

Better count again.

Told ya.

Drop it.

[sirens wailing]

(Police) Over here!

Around back!

Allie!

Allie, Allie, Allie, Allie, Allie!

What?

You okay?

I'm fine, I'm just cold.

I thought you were...

♪ ♪

I was on the varsity swim team.

[laughs]

Okay.

Okay, we should go.

We should go.

I... I want my lawyer.

♪ ♪

[yawns]

[panicked] I'll tell you anything you want to know!

(Sam) When Patrick Risand decided to steal his brother's

prized possession, the first call he made was to Clint Baxter.

Baxter had a reputation of delivering

complicated acquisitions, because you can't put

professional thief on a business card.

His next call was to Thomas Wake,

an old schoolmate desperate for a financial boost.

And with her relentless pursuit of the necklace,

they found a perfect one in Gwendolyn Cox.

Thomas recruits Gavin Carmichael to lift Camille's card,

having firsthand experience with his abilities.

They knew the layout and protocols

thanks to Griff Rickard.

Clint brought him into the fold after hearing of his falling out

with the Midnight Gallery.

Everything had to be timed to the second for this to work.

The blackout gave them less than a minute

of controlled chaos,

but for somebody like Clint, that was more than enough.

Alexander Bricky, an actor who believed he had been hired

for some performance art piece, provides additional distraction,

and a way to slip the necklace out unnoticed...

using the paramedic's bag.

All they had to do now was cover their tracks.

Patrick and Clint stay behind to ensure

that they are frisked and questioned by the police,

thus cementing their alibis.

The necklace is taken from the gallery

by the unsuspecting paramedic.

And Griff and Gavin make a clean getaway

with the necklace.

(Chief Dunn) And Thomas Wake?

(Sam) He made a critical error.

He fell in love.

Rookie mistake.

Thomas couldn't follow through with the frame job on Gwendolyn.

When he missed the rendezvous, they sent Clint to check on him.

He went through the back door to avoid suspicion.

(Sam) Thomas told him he wanted out, so he killed him.

After years of stealing from the rich and powerful,

he knew exactly how to leave a crime scene without a trace.

Here you go.

Thank you.

How you feeling?

A lot drier.

Hey um, I'm, uh, I'm really happy that you're okay.

Well, thanks to you.

Did you guys find the missing necklace?

Yes, we did.

Good.

The... the divers found it pretty quickly.

And James Risand's assistant, she's here,

she ID'd it, so we're good to go.

I think we're all going to be pretty happy

to put this one to bed.

I think you have one more stop to make, Detective.

Detectives.

I didn't expect you to deliver the necklace to me personally.

Oh no, we are not dropping off, Mr. Risand.

We're picking up.

[laughs]

I'm afraid I don't understand.

Well, you'll have plenty of time to mull it over

on the way to the station.

James Risand, you're under arrest.

On what charge?

Let's start with fraud and then go from there.

You have the right to remain silent,

anything you say can and will be used against you

in a court of law.

You have the right to an attorney.

So James Risand stole the necklace from himself?

He was the real mastermind behind the whole thing.

He had a $10 million policy he was looking to collect.

Which is insurance fraud.

And a black market buyer overseas.

Combined, he stood to make double the value.

Wow.

Safe to say, whatever Risand did to your reputation?

It's not going to last.

I can't thank you enough.

Both of you.

How about dinner? My treat.

Rain check? I have to be somewhere.

She's got a date.

[playfully] Oh.

It's not a date. It's coffee.

Okay, then can I come?

No.

Enjoy your date.

It's coffee.

[sighs]

Hey, hi.

Yo, what's up?

Will you pass me the remote? I want to watch my show.

Yeah.

Wait, your show?

Yeah. Today is the big wedding

between the nurse and the ambulance driver.

They met during a big thunderstorm

and it was love at first sight.

But then he got kidnapped.

Wait, wait, wait, wait. This sounds like a telenovela.

Well it is.

Since when do you watch soap operas?

Well, let's see.

I retired on a Monday.

Okay.

So it would've been on a Tuesday.

[laughs]

Hey.

I thought you had a coffee date.

Yeah, I changed my mind.

Oh yeah?

Yeah, you know, I don't feel like coffee.

Mm-mm.

You know, when your Tia Carmen passed,

I didn't want to see anybody.

I didn't even want to leave the house.

Wait, really?

Mm-hmm, yeah.

But you know what changed my mind?

What?

I kept imagining that I could hear her voice speaking to me.

And you know what she would say?

What'd she say?

Luis, get out of the house! Get off that couch!

Go do something, for crying out loud.

Stop feeling sorry for yourself.

[laughs]

The thing is, stuff happens.

Some of it's good, some of it's bad.

But the one sure things is, you gotta keep going.

Even if it's just for coffee.

♪ ♪

Allie?

Daniel?

- Hi. - Hey.

Congratulations on byline above the fold.

That's a really big deal.

Yeah, yeah. Well, I couldn't have done it without you.

Oh, no... I...

No, no, no, I'm serious.

If you didn't go back to the dock that night

that necklace would be half way around the world by now.

You broke that story wide open.

Well, I have a knack

for being at the wrong place at the wrong time.

Some say my curiosity is going to land me in trouble, so.

- Really? - Mmmhmm.

Wow. Because I mean I would argue

that that's your best quality.

Hey, can I join you?

You know I was just leaving.

Have you ever tried the Bear Claws here

because they are the best you'll ever have.

My treat.

You talked me into it.

Okay, okay, I'll be right back.

Okay.

Hey.

Hi... I am, uh, I'm... I'm so sorry I'm late.

Um, hi.

Hi.

Honestly, I didn't think you were going to make it.

You know, actually... I wasn't.

Okay.

What made you change your mind?

Okay well, um...

The thing is, I uh...

[exhales]

You promised me a great cup of coffee.

Are you still going to deliver?

Well, I always keep my promises.

Good.

I'm counting on it.

Oh, right. Two Bear Claws.

You know, better make that three.

Yeah, yeah... okay.

But we'll take those.

I'll start with this one.

Thank you so much.

I'll be right back.

Yeah.

Am I interrupting something?