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Nurse?

What are you doing?

Who are you?

You...

Hounding me to the grave,

you and all the others.

I told you,

you will find nothing,

you will get nothing,

not now, not ever!

It's gone...

Buried.

I won't have it
staining my name,

my legacy,

you hear me?

I... I tried...

to make amends...

I've t-tried.

No, seriously, dad,

I don't know why you ever
signed me up for basketball.

I believe you did that

all by yourself.

Well, why didn't you
talk me out of it?

As I recall,

there was no talking you
out of anything.

Logan, we are sorry
that your team didn't win,

but you did your best.

Now, have some pizza.

You'll feel better.

Lemonade?

Okay.

I'm sorry, dad,

I'm just...

Frustrated, you know?

I mean, we have
a decent team and all,

we just can't get
our offense in sync.

Well, I'm sure the last thing
you need right now

is fatherly advice,

so why don't we just sit here
and enjoy the pizza?

Lemonade?

Ah, please.

This looks delicious, honey.

Is that, uh, sun-dried tomatoes?

Yes, with a little
bit of garlic.

Ah.

Okay, go ahead.

Mm, delicious.

Dad...

I'm giving you
an open lane here.

Oh, all right.

Well, in my experience,

at some point,

someone has to step up
and be the team leader,

and in my opinion,
I think that should be you.

- Me?
- Mm-hmm.

No, dad, I...

you're a good ball handler,

you're a solid passer,

you know how to run the court.

And most importantly,
you're smart.

You are really smart.

I'll bet you that next
piece of pizza there

that you almost know the game

as well as your coach.

Foul!

Daddy takes it.

You are really good
with him, Jason.

Hey, I've been there.

Didn't your team win
the league championship

three years in a row?

Uh, yes, only to lose
the state championship

three years in a row.

Aw...

And back then,

it was a more level
playing field.

I wasn't going up against
6'10" monsters

who could 360 dunk.

Well, like you said,
Logan is smart.

He'll figure it out.

I'm just glad he has you
to lean on.

Thank you.

Ooh.

Who is it?

Hannah.

Hey, sweetheart, what's up?

Mom, I know it's late,

and I hate to hit you up,

but my debit card
just maxed out, again,

and I've got study group
going on here,

and caffeine is, like,

super critical at this juncture,

and besides, it's my turn
to buy the next round, so...

Hannah...

Maybe a j-o-b is in order here.

A job?

There's got to be something
I can find part-time.

Never mind, mom.

I've got this.

Love you.

- Love you, too.
- Bye.

Oh, boy, kids in crisis.

Film at 11:00.

Well, hopefully, we'll be
in dreamland by then.

Rough night, Mr. Dwyer?

We'll call it overtime.

By the way...

It's official.

Auf wiedersehen, Mr. Dietz.

Hmm.

Deathbed confession
would have been nice.

At least now
we can start liquidating

the rest of the estate.

Who knows, maybe we'll find it.

Yes, well,
buried treasure aside,

the auction is still
only two days off.

We'll do a thorough sweep
of the residence,

photograph
anything left of value,

then we'll email
an addendum list

to all those who RSVP'd.

Shall I start in the library?

Absolutely.

Pack up the entire room.

I'm going to need some time
to sift through all this.

Yes, sir.

Logan, we should get going.

Where's your backpack?

It's just upstairs.

Go grab it.

Honey, did you see this?

Karl Dietz
passed away last night.

Oh, no.

Dietz...

Why do I know that name?

The Dietz recital hall?

The one your dad spent

two years of his life building?

Oh, right.

Not only did
Mr. Dietz fund it,

he would follow me around
and micro-manage every detail.

He was the ultimate
perfectionist.

He was also very generous.

Dani and I are supposed
to go to his estate sale

later this week.

And all the proceeds

are going to
the Dietz recital hall fund

or local music programs.

How long has it been
on the calendar?

About a month.

Shouldn't you be,
like, officially dead

before your estate
gets auctioned off?

Not if you're 92,
and in failing health.

It's called "getting
your affairs in order."

Anyway, the man was a friend,

and he definitely
made me a better builder.

He'll be missed.

Well...

I am definitely going to be late

if I don't get a move-on.

Great pancakes, dad.

Patent that recipe.

Thank you.
Maybe I will.

What are you making for dinner?

Whoa.

Looks like someone
sprinkled a little ambition

in their morning coffee.

Coffee,

and nudging from
my damsel in distress.

Well...

Well, my work here is done.

You ladies have a nice day now.

Um, I don't mean
to break up the mood,

but did you happen to
sort through the bills?

Yes, I, uh, put them
in two piles.

"Pay now"
and "pay later."

Ooh, "pay later"
is rather large.

That's what I thought.

Oh, dear.

Helen!

So nice to see you.

Good morning, Jennifer.

A little bird told me

you came across
some pre-war dresden China?

Yes, that little bird was me.

Well, thank you
for the call, my dear.

Shall I get it for you
to look at?

I'll be right back.

By the way, did you hear?

Karl Dietz passed away.

Yes, I read about that
in the paper.

A fellow Berliner,

though I never much
cared for the man.

A bit stiff
for a career diplomat,

don't you think?

I wouldn't know.

We never met.

Well, he did have
excellent taste,

I'll grant him that.

Did you get a chance

to look through
his estate auction catalogue?

There's this, um,

landscape painting

on page two...

Oh, right, of course.

The caspar David Friedrich.

Well, it's a bit pricey for us,
but gorgeous.

Jennifer, I...

I can't shake the feeling

that I saw this painting

at our family home
back in Germany.

Really?

Helen, are you sure?

Well, I can't be certain.

I was only six
when we fled east Berlin.

But I do recall
something quite similar

hanging in an upstairs bedroom.

Now, this was
after the war, of course,

and by then, everything
had been destroyed,

sold, lost...

Helen, we can inquire
about the panting's provenance.

Yes, that would be
very helpful, my dear.

But in the meantime,
I am going to bid on it.

Heaven knows,

mother and father would have.

So, my math teacher,
Mrs. Bellows,

she hands us this really weird
mid-term assignment.

She wants us to look at
parts of our life

that need improvement,

and use statistics
to come up with a plan.

Oh, well, that
sounds interesting.

Does that mean
you're gonna help?

Oh, no, I'm done
with high school.

- Dad?
- Oh, likewise.

But remember what
we talked about

last night?

Team leadership.

Maybe with some stats in hand...

And it could help form
a game plan.

Yeah.

You're right.

♪ She got a job ♪

♪ now she's okay ♪

♪ now she can afford
a double latte... ♪

Oh, Hannah, that's wonderful.

Student tutoring, 15 an hour,

can you believe it?

- Seriously?
- Mm-hmm.

Congrats.
When do you start?

Tomorrow.

I've been assigned
a football player

who has a ton of make-up work
to get through.

Football...

What's his name?

Uh, Rick Nason?

- Rick Nason?
- Mm-hmm.

Hannah, he's
the starting quarterback.

Well, not for long

if he doesn't get
his act together.

He's already
on academic probation.

Okay, Hannah, look at me.

Rick Nason is carrying

the entire football team, okay?

You cannot let him fail.

Logan, look at me.

He's not going to fail.

Okay, look at me,

let's eat.

Gosh, I've never
seen a red carpet

at an estate auction before.

I feel a little underdressed.

Oh, there's Dean!
Hey!

Hi!

Hey! Jenn! Dani!

Did you bring your checkbooks?

We did, did you?

Are you kidding me?

Did Haydn wear a wig?

- Ladies...
- He did.

Hi, Helen.

Thank you.

This is a good turnout.

Yes, a nice fat commission

in this offering,

but a disappointment
nonetheless.

Sir, I went over
every square inch

of the Dietzes' residence.

I went through
every drawer in his desk,

I even pulled up
the floorboards.

I'm telling you,

what you see is what we've got.

And I'm telling you
there's more, Dwyer.

A king's ransom
tucked away somewhere,

probably... right
underneath our noses.

Otherwise, why would he be here?

Hmm?

Jacques Grenier.

Keep an eye on him.

Yes, sir.

Good afternoon,
ladies and gentlemen.

I am your host and auctioneer,

Conrad Siles.

Now then, let us commence

with the Karl l. Dietz
charitable estate auction.

Item number one...

An exceptional
biedermeier armoire wardrobe

in pure walnut,

circa 1840.

And we will start the bidding
at $6,000.

6,000?

6,500...

Do I hear 7,000?

7,000.

Do I hear 8,000?

8,000 going...

Going...

Sold!

$7,000,

to the gentlemen
with paddle number 44.

Next up,

a delightful landscape painting

from a true master
of romanticism,

Caspar David Friedrich.

That's it.

That's the one.

Are you sure, Helen?

Yes.

Now I'm certain.

And we will start the bidding
at 15,000.

Oh, dear.

I'm afraid I'm too old

to take out a second mortgage.

Aw...

You break it,

you still pay for it.

Hmm...

Conrad Siles' bagman, I presume?

And what did you bring home
from the war, sergeant?

The cashier is that way.

We have an accepted
standing bid of $30,000.

Lot #2 is now sold.

I'm sorry, Helen.

Look at that, ladies.

Is that a vestone-
dobrott player piano?

Yes, a 1910, to be exact.

It's on the addendum list.

Did you not get one?

No.

It was emailed to me last night.

Well, I didn't see one.

It says it's in fair condition.

"Fair" being code

for "barely functioning."

It comes with six music rolls.

I know someone
who would pay a fortune

for this piano,

once it's restored, of course.

Hey, Helen, did you see this?

Look, there's a pair
of landscape paintings,

"sunrise" and "sunset."

It says the artist comes
from the Munich school.

The style could be reminiscent

of Caspar David Friedrich.

Oh my, that sounds interesting.

And they're probably affordable.

Are you in?

I'm in.

Next...

A vestone-dobrott piano.

And we'll start
the bidding at $2,000.

2,000.

2,200...?

It's fun!

Well, I'd say

we've earned some champagne.

Helen got her "sunrise"
and "sunset" paintings,

and Dean got his viola,

and Rags-to-Riches now owns
Kaiser Wilhelm's piano.

Well... let's
drink to that.

Happy auction day, everyone!

Happy auction day, everyone!

Auction day.

It doesn't look too bad.

Some WD-40, some sandpaper,

maybe a little duct tape...

Oh, Dean, stop.

Just give me about an hour
to take a look at it,

and write up an estimate,

factoring in the friends
and family discount, of course.

Thank you.

Excusez-moi.

May I have a moment?

My name is Jacques,

and, unfortunately,
I was not in the room

when they present
this marvelous piano,

and I never received

the addendum list,

so I would like to know
if you would consider an offer?

I could go up, uh, 20%?

Well, thank you,
but it's not for sale.

25%?

Uh, that's very generous,
but I'm not selling.

Madame...

This is very important to me.

Please say your price.

The lady said no.

Well...

That is a real shame.

Dean!

Dean, you back there?

Dean?

Dean!

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

Yes, operator, uh,

there's been an attack
at 166 South Grove.

The victim is unconscious,
I need an ambulance right away.

Oh, Frank,

Dean is such a sweet guy.

I don't know what would have
provoked this kind of attack.

It's most likely
a robbery gone wrong.

Check the till here...

There's 500 or so dollars
still left in the till.

That's strange, for a robbery.

Hmm...

These instruments,

they seem like
they're pretty valuable.

Jenn?

The piano...

The front panels
were yanked off.

The assailant was probably
looking for something.

Money, drugs...

I've seen stranger things.

Frank, Dean and I were
approached after the auction

by a gentleman,

he said his name was "Jacques."

Medium height, French accent.

He wanted to buy the piano.

When I declined his offer,

he got very insistent.

Dean had to intervene.

Hmm...

That definitely
sounds like a motive.

I take it
he didn't give you his card?

No.

Oh, but I did see him
place a winning bid

on a biedermeier dresser,

which means

the auction house would have
a record of that purchase.

Good, I'll follow up.

In the meantime,
I'm gonna take a look around

and see if anything else
was taken.

Frank...

Mm-hmm?

There might be a guitar missing.

Look right there,

slot G-4?

Okay...

All right,

let's see if Mr. Connick

has any listed here...

All right, G-3, G-5,

G-4...

It's a 1937 Martin D-28 guitar.

Sounds really expensive.

A vintage Martin
could be worth $8,000.

Who's the owner?

There isn't anything else
listed here,

except for the initials "H-N."

Does that ring a bell?

No.

Look, if you don't need me,

I'm going to go to the hospital
and see how Dean is doing.

Okay.

Well, I'm going to stick around

and look at the security footage
on the cameras.

It's too bad they didn't have
a camera mounted in the back.

Yeah.

It is too bad.

How's Mr. Connick faring?

Well, he's conscious,
but he's still in ICU.

This is the neurologist
in charge.

She said he's not ready
for visitors yet.

Okay, thanks.

Now, this man you mentioned,

the one who approached you
after the auction...

Yes, Jacques.

Okay, well,

I may have found something.

Check this out.

The Martin guitar
is still there.

Slot G-4.

Yeah, I saw that.

Here we go.

That's him.
That's "Jacques."

Are you sure?

Yes.

Okay, well, we have
a bona fide suspect.

I just hope that
Mr. Connick can I.D. Him.

Like a dog after a bone.

Or a man after a piano.

All right.

58 seconds off-camera.

You think that was enough time?

What, enough time
to knock out your friend?

Tear the panels off your piano,

and do a search-and-seize?

Yeah, plenty of time.

Question is,
what was he looking for?

All right, I'm going
to fast-forward

a little bit here.

There's one other person that
came in before you arrived.

There he is,

our rock-'n'-roller.

Well, he looks familiar.

"H-N..."

Oh, you know what,
I think that's Howie Nash.

He's a local musician.

Very popular
among Hannah's crowd.

Oh, FYI, he plays folk,
not rock.

I heard his CD.
He's pretty good.

Oh, yeah?

He's a very bad thief.

Oh...

That's not good.

How long was he off-camera?

16 seconds.

Still within the timeframe,

still a suspect.

Shannon,

what are you doing?

I didn't give you
the afternoon off, let's go.

I know, coach, I know.

I'm just crunching
some data here.

Yeah, did you know

we're shooting almost 60%
from the top of the key?

But only 30% inside the paint?

What are you,
my statistician now?

No, no, I'm just going over some
math homework.

Look, I was thinking,

maybe we could work off
some of these stats, you know?

Design some new plays?

Oh, yeah?

I've got a better idea.

How about 10 full-court sprints?

Let's go! On the line!

10 sprints, let's go!
Hustle up!

Let's go!
Let's go! Let's go!

Come on, kid,

we have you on tape
at the crime scene.

Stop with the third degree, man.

Me and Dean?

You have no idea.

Okay.

Well, enlighten me.

Yeah, maybe
I'll start with theft,

and then I'll work
my way up to assault.

Or vice-versa, whatever you...

the Martin guitar is mine, okay?

This right here

is a pre-paid receipt...

For new strings

and fret repair.

Mr. Connick

is the only human on the planet
I'd let touch my D-28.

The man's a good friend,

been a mentor to me

since I picked up a toy ukulele.

Why would I want to hurt him?

So, why didn't you call 9-1-1?

Because I had no idea
he had been rolled, okay?

I thought I could hear him

moving around in the back there.

And the door was shut,
music was on...

He was in work mode.

Well, then you knock.

No. You don't knock.

He'd hear the door entry buzzer.

If he's not there
when you walk in, you wait.

It means he's busy.

Could be holding a stradivarius,
know what I'm saying?

But you couldn't wait.

I got a gig tonight.

Are we done?

I wanna go by the hospital.

You're wasting your time.

Rick?

Hey, there.

I don't think we've met.

Hi, I'm Hannah, your new tutor.

You're kidding.

My coach said

he'd handle this.

He did.

That's why I'm here.

You do know
that academic probation

can lead
to team suspension, right?

Anyway, I've visited
all your professors,

and, wow,

clearly, we have a lot
of make-up work to get after.

Yeah, well, I got practice
in a couple minutes, so...

well, I can meet
in the library right after?

Let's say tomorrow.

So, why wasn't I informed?

You had no right
to hold an estate sale

to sell off my family heirlooms!

I had every right, miss Turner.

I have here a letter
from my grandfather,

written to my mother, Helga,

six months ago,

assuring us that everything,

and I mean everything
in his estate,

would be left to us.

And I have here

a legally-binding contract

signed by your
late grandfather, Karl Dietz,

eight weeks ago,

giving me permission
to appraise,

catalogue, and auction

all items listed here within,

the net profits to be placed
in his charitable trust.

Two months ago.

How convenient.

Detective, ma'am.

Mr. Siles is
at the top of the stairs.

He's expecting you.

Thank you.

Hey, Jenn, thanks
for meeting me here.

I figured you're
an antique expert,

so you should be able
to speak Siles's language.

Of course.

Has Howie been cleared?

For now.

...well,
clearly, my contract

supersedes your letter.

Speaking of which,

when was the last time
you saw your grandfather?

Nine, ten years ago?

How dare you?

I'm sorry.

Your grief and concern

is duly noted.

And I have no doubt

that you manipulated
a sick, feeble old man.

You'll be hearing
from my attorney.

Good evening, miss Turner.

Ah, detective,

please, come in.

Sorry about the spot of drama.

Comes with the territory,
I'm afraid.

I'm sure.

Now then,

how may I be of assistance?

Is that a Friedrich Eisenlohr?

Oh, why, yes.

Um, circa...

1836.

Huh.

Miss...?

Oh, uh, Shannon.

I love the bahnhausle design.

Jennifer owns
an antique store in town,

Rags-to-Riches.

Ah, yes, yes.

Rumor has it you have the habit
of unearthing a rare gem

now and then.

Well, I certainly
unearthed one today.

I'm the one who purchased
Mr. Dietz's player piano.

Oh, yes,

well, what a delightful
and arcane instrument.

Yes.

Oh, of course,
now I recognize you.

And wasn't that, um,
Dean Connick

I saw you with?

Actually, that's why we're here.

Mr. Connick was assaulted
this afternoon,

shortly after transporting
the player piano

back to his shop.

Oh, that is distressing.

We have a witness...

The same individual

who placed the winning bid
on the biedermeier armoire.

Also seems to have
quite the zealous interest

in Mrs. Shannon's piano.

Says his name is "Jacques."

I vaguely recognize the face,
detective,

but I'm afraid
I cannot help you, uh...

The gentleman,
if you can call him that,

left without the armoire,

and did not leave a check
to place it on hold,

therefore we have no record
of him, I'm afraid.

He wasn't on the invite list?

No, but, uh,
we often get crashers,

and this one picked up a paddle
and made a bid.

Um...

Sorry I couldn't be
of more help, detective.

And Ms. Shannon,

please extend
my heartfelt wishes

to Mr. Connick

for a full
and complete recovery.

Will do.

Thank you.

Good night.

Hey, hon'.

Oh, hey, sweetheart.

I got your message about Dean.

Any updates from the hospital?

Uh, yes, he is still in ICU,

but his MRI came back clear.

Well, that's encouraging.

Something smells good.

What are you cooking?

Oh, I'm trying
that new delivery service

that Dani keeps raving about.

Oh...

Not the "don't panic,
it's organic" express?

Yes!

Paneer vindaloo with eggplant.

Oh, come on, where's
your sense of adventure?

Just go easy on the curry.

Hey, you working on
a new project?

Actually, it's an old one.

Those are
the original blueprints

from the Dietz recital hall.

I thought I'd donate them,

you know, maybe get 'em framed,
and hang them in the lobby?

Would you like me
to get them framed for you?

That is a terrific idea.

His granddaughter's
putting on a memorial service

in a couple of days.

They've asked me to help plan it

since I know every
square inch of the place.

And there's
a rehearsal tomorrow,

so maybe if you could
drop them by then?

Oh, wow, a rush job.

Huh, well, I'm on it.

Thank you.

Hey, Jason...

This isn't your handwriting.

Those are Mr. Dietz's notes
and adjustments.

That's why I wanted
to donate the prints.

Like I said,
the man was a perfectionist.

He even brought
his own people in

to do the acoustics,

the stage flooring, vip seats...

What?

Well, I was just thinking,

someone went to great lengths

to search Karl Dietz's piano.

They were even willing
to hurt Dean.

It makes you wonder...

Did Karl Dietz die

from something other than
a heart attack?

Jenn...

Don't over-think this.

Mr. Dietz had a history
of heart trouble.

He was in a home hospice.

Yes, but that wouldn't
necessarily remove him

from harm's way,

would it?

Tell me, Mr. Dwyer,

how up are you
on your philosophers?

Oh, I've read
a little Nietzsche,

a little bit of Marcus Aurelius.

I take it you've never heard
of Yang Zhu?

Fourth century.

Chinese.

Believed in an "everything
for myself" outlook.

Is there a point to this, sir?

Not a point.

A revelation.

Tucked among the volumes
in Dietz's library...

The missing link
to a missing fortune, perhaps?

Outstanding.

So... what have you found?

Patience.

I've just started
sifting through it all,

and my German is a little rusty,

but...

I did find a note.

A personal reminder

regarding the two
Munich school paintings

we found
hanging behind his desk.

The "sunrise" and "sunset"
landscapes?

Yes.

He asked for them

to be moved to the vault
for safekeeping.

Fortunately, he never
got around to it

before his health took
a turn for the worse.

Unfortunately...

I just sold them off at auction.

You think they may contain
a clue to this vault?

All I know is,

Karl Dietz kept his secrets
very close.

Perhaps hanging
on a wall behind his desk.

So...

Who owns the paintings now?

A Mrs. Helen Bauer.

How's that?

Perfect.

Thanks.

Why don't you come on in?

We're just
finalizing some details.

Okay.

So, after the mendelssohn octet,

we'll have the musicians
leave with their chairs,

and then we'll finish
with the Mozart fantasia.

Agreed?

Okay, wonderful.

Thank you, everyone.

Carolyn?

Yes?

Hey, I wanted to introduce you

to my wife, Jennifer.

Jenn, this is Carolyn,
Karl Dietz's granddaughter.

It's nice to formally meet you.

We crossed paths

at the auction house earlier.

I'm so sorry

you had to witness
my little temper tantrum there.

It was bad timing, I'm afraid.

Oh, excuse me,

the back stage door is warped,

I've got to make sure
they fix the lock.

It's always something.

Oh, my gosh,
he has been such a help.

Well, he worked very closely
with your grandfather

building this place.

I'm so sorry for your loss.

So, I take it you had no idea

there was going to be
an estate auction?

No, none whatsoever.

I've been overseas on assignment
these past few months.

I'm a crisis manager
for the CDC.

Oh, wow, a real humanitarian.

Oh, well...

It can be rewarding

and exhausting.

But, uh...

Yeah, I'm still working through
a lot of the guilt and regret

over not being able to get back
before my grandpa died.

He didn't treat my mother
very well

when I was growing up,

I called him out on it,

and that was that.

He cut us both off.

I'm sorry.

About six months ago,
my mom told me

that grandpa wanted
to reinstate us in the will,

and she gave me
a letter to that effect,

from him.

Really?

My mom,

she passed away
a few months ago,

while I was overseas,

and then...

Grandpa's health declined,

and that's when
Conrad Siles swooped in.

He's a professional vulture,
that man.

I'm sorry.
I don't mean to vent.

Oh, it's perfectly all right.

I figure I'll just leave it
to the lawyers to sort it out.

Well, I'm very sorry

that you're having
to go through this,

but if it's any consolation,

your grandfather meant
a great deal to this community.

And I think it's lovely

that you're honoring his memory
and his contributions.

Thank you.

Now if I could just
do something about my nerves.

I've volunteered to play

the Mozart
"Fantasia in D minor."

Oh, my!

Yeah, it was
my grandpa's favorite.

He taught it to my mother,
and then to me.

I am sure you will be fine.

Thank you.

I should really
get back to work.

Um, I'll see you
at the memorial?

Of course, you will.

Well, to be honest,

I can understand
Carolyn's frustration.

Do you think Siles
might have manipulated Dietz

into an estate auction?

Her lawyer certainly thinks so.

The department was just notified

that he's preparing
to file charges against Siles

for defrauding the grandfather

out of what she considers

her rightful inheritance.

They've already drawn up
a list of items,

assets from the estate...

piano included?

Piano included.

She's also expressed

her displeasure
at the department

for not releasing
Dietz's body yet.

And you haven't because...?

Because there are questions...

...which I don't care
to comment on.

The paper said he died
of heart failure.

Cardiac arrest.

Which, according to Dr. Trammel,
was triggered by an embolism.

I mean, Jenn,

come on, the guy was almost
a hundred years old.

92.

Close enough.

Let's turn the page
here for a second.

I went and paid
your friend a visit,

Mr. Connick.

According to him,
he was clubbed from behind,

so that's why he didn't see
the assailant.

It seemed
a little strange to me,

considering the sight line's
to the door.

So I had one of
my tech guys go over there,

and check out the rear window
of the shop,

and, well,
according to the evidence,

it was jimmied.

So, the attacker had
an entry and exit point.

Yes.

Which leaves me at a dead end
until I find Jacques.

Who left through the front door.

Well, probably because

he noticed
the surveillance cameras,

but that doesn't mean

he couldn't have
walked around to back.

So we have Jacques
at the auction,

looking for something inside
the biedermeier dresser.

He doesn't find it,

so he chucks it.

Then set his sights
on your piano,

which he tracks down
to Dean's shop,

has a look-see...

not a very thorough one.

Well, either he found
what he was looking for,

or someone spooked him.

Maybe it was Howie?

He said Dean's workshop door
was closed when he got there,

and he thought he heard someone
moving around inside?

Which he assumed
was Mr. Connick.

But it might have been Jacques.

Hmm...

This attack had a goal,

a purpose,

and all clues seem to lead
to Karl Dietz's piano.

Oh, excuse me,

can I get a slice
of mud pie for my friend?

Thank you.

I didn't say I wanted a mud pie.

You didn't say you didn't.

Uh...

Welcome to Rags-to-Riches.

It's a nice shop,

very charming.

Thank you.

Didn't I see you

at the auction the other day?

Oui.

I am here about the piano.

Ah, the piano.

The piano
isn't actually for sale.

Well, I will take a look anyway.

Oh.

Hello, Rags-to-Riches.

Oh, hey, Dani,
has the piano arrived yet?

Mais oui.

Yes, we have a customer
looking at it right now.

It's Jacques, isn't it?

He's there.

- Oui.
- Yes.

Yeah, you got it, sister.

Dispatch?

I need any available unit
at 9179 Main Street, ASAP.

Dani, remain calm.

Frank is on his way there
and the police are en route.

Oh, that's wonderful news.

I would like to see
the piano bench

and the music scrolls, madame.

Ah...

Drew!

Oh, Drew, I'm so
happy to see you!

Oh!

I told you I'd be dropping off
the new light fixtures.

Uh, Drew, this is Jacques.

He's interested in the piano.

Formidable, Jacques.

Hey, let's start it up!

Where'd you put
those music rolls?

They're in
the piano bench, right?

Let's go get them...

I'm sorry,

I forgot I have
another appointment.

Perhaps, uh, some other time.

My travel bag...?

No, just a minute.

Hmm, you're quite
the world traveler,

huh, Mr. Grenier?

Well, for now,

in our zip code, at least,

you're facing felony assault.

But I have not assaulted anyone.

Well, we have surveillance
footage of you

confronting Mr. Connick

before he wound up in the ICU.

We also have witnesses
who can testify

to your keen interest
in the player piano

that was at his shop,

the one that was
slightly damaged

after the attack...

I merely inquired
about the piano.

Yes, three times,
at my last count.

It must hold
deep sentimental value to you.

As I said,

if I could retrieve
my travel bag...

ah! Here it is.

Merci, monsieur.

What do we have here?

A beretta nine-mil.

My service weapon.

And what service would that be?

The European ministry
of criminal affairs.

My permit and I.D.
Are also in the bag.

EMCA, huh?

So, what brings you
here, inspector,

besides an old armoire
and a player piano?

Karl Dietz.

I've been pursuing him
for a very long time.

Why?

Call it, uh...

Restitution.

Well...

You're a little late for that.

The man is dead.

Oui.

Now, if only
the dead could talk.

What does that mean?

Ah, it is my turn now,
detective.

Tell me, what do you know
about the late Karl Dietz?

All right.

German-born,

worked as a diplomatic liaison
for NATO,

retired out here
about 20 years ago.

He was a friend of the mayor,

and he's a very
generous benefactor

to the community,

underwriting
the local recital hall,

the orchestra...

Yes-yes, I am sure he is
a true patron of the arts.

Ah...

I detect a note
of sarcasm there.

This man you speak of,

this, uh... retired diplomat,

this magnanimous benefactor,

is a masquerade,

a reinvention.

The Karl Dietz I know
is someone else entirely.

Someone who took full advantage

of the dire situation

that followed
the war in Germany.

Could you be
a little more specific?

He abused the powers
and privileges

bestowed upon him,

and for that,

he will atone.

Even from the grave.

Now, detective...

Tell me,

do I need to contact
an attorney?

Oh, just let me know
if you need any help.

The vestone...

It's here.

Yes.

We just got that
at an estate auction.

Are you familiar with
the vestone-dobrott model?

Very familiar.

This was my grandfather's.

He taught me to play on it.

Mr. Dietz was your grandfather?

Yes.

Sorry. I'm Carolyn.

Carolyn Turner.

I met Jennifer
at the memorial rehearsal.

Oh. I'm Dani,
I'm her partner.

Oh, great.

I'm actually here

because I need an appraisal
on some of the items

from the Dietz estate auction,

including this piano.

Oh.

Well, that's very nice of you,

and a bit awkward.

Awkward, yes...

And regrettable.

You again.

What's this?

My letter of resignation,
as your tutor.

Paragraph two cites
your lack of cooperation,

violating
your academic probation,

so have fun warming the bench.

Wait, come on...

You don't have to come down
so heavy here.

I don't want to,

but if you're not willing
to help yourself...

Look, for me, I lose a paycheck.

So what?

But for you, your team...

There's a whole lot more
at stake here.

You okay, hon'?

Oh, yeah, yeah,
I was just thinking.

If we lived until we were 92,

how many grandkids
do you think we'll have?

I have no idea.

Did Karl Dietz ever talk
about his family?

No, I didn't know
he had a family

until I met Carolyn.

Maybe they didn't heal
that family rift.

Well...

We are not going
to let that happen here.

We're going to stay connected,

we're going to stay close,

and whatever we have
at the end of the journey,

it's going to stay
in the family.

Deal.

Deal.

Hello?

Helen, are you okay?

Oh, no.

Are the police there?

Well, that's good.

Well, no.

No, it's no trouble.

Okay.

It's Helen Bauer.

Someone broke into her house.

The police are there,

but I think she could use
some hand holding.

Of course.

Go.

I was in bed

when my dog, Mimi,
heard a commotion,

and ran downstairs,

bit the thief, and ran him off,

but not before
he did some damage.

Helen, was anything taken?

Not that I know of.

Where is the "sunset" painting?

Oh, it's tucked behind the couch

I was going to hang it tomorrow.

- Frank...
- Hmm?

Can I see the back of that
for a second?

Sure.

The canvas stretcher
on the "sunset" painting

is thicker than this one.

Can we take this
out of the frame?

Yeah, let's see,
let's check it out.

There's a whole
other panting in here.

Oh, wow.

I think this is
a Hermann Herzog.

An original Hermann Herzog.

And if it is original,

well, this painting
is worth ten times

what Helen paid for
these other two paintings.

What do you think?

Well, I mean,

you would have to take it
to a professional

to get it authenticated,

but given the linen canvas,

the layers of paint,

and the signature of the artist,

I think it's a genuine
Hermann Herzog.

I'm surprised Conrad Siles
never caught this.

Then again...
Not everyone has your eye.

Frank, these paintings
came from the Dietz estate.

If anyone knew a masterpiece
was being concealed,

it would be...

Karl Dietz.

And obviously
someone else as well.

What about

that Caspar David
Friedrich painting?

You ask me,

I think that auctioneer
is up to no good.

Bonjour, sergeant.

What do you want, Jacques?

Oh, the same thing as you.

Everything that Karl Dietz

neglected to place
on the auction table.

Missing art.

Missing antiquities.

Missing jewels.

Oh, come, sergeant,

our interests here could be
benefited mutually, no?

Unless you prefer to continue

being the Minion

of that charlatan, Conrad Siles?

Oui.

Well...

Think about it.

A bientot, sergeant.

Find anything new, sir?

I have here a letter

written by
Dietz's daughter, Helga,

a little more than
three months ago,

shortly before her passing.

She outright rejects

her father's offer
to reconcile their differences,

or to have her
or her daughter, Carolyn,

reinstated in his will.

That certainly heads off
any lawsuit coming your way.

Yes, indeed.

But there's more.

She says here, and I quote,

"I do not want
your precious piano,

"and I will not have
Carolyn made liable

"for your ill-gotten gains.

"If you had any integrity
left at all,

"you will make amends,

"and offer restitution
to those you have wronged.

Then, maybe,
we can all die in peace."

It's the vestone-dobrott
player piano, Dwyer.

It must contain the key
to Dietz's hidden vault!

That's why Jacques Grenier
broke into Dean Connick's shop.

Makes sense.

Yes, but now he's wanted
by the police,

which gives us the advantage.

Are you suggesting
liberating another item?

Do you have a problem with that?

No, sir.

Good.

I believe you'll find the piano

at a shop called Rags-to-Riches.

By the way, how's the arm?

It could probably use
a few stitches.

Yes, well, see to it.

I want this taken care of
as quickly as possible, Dwyer.

We've already missed
one opportunity here.

Do not fail.

No, sir.

It's a good find,

but how can we be certain
it belonged to Dietz?

Well, it was found
in his piano bench,

the contents
are written in German,

and it's Dietz's handwriting.

Well, I compared some notes

that he scribbled onto Jason's
recital hall blueprints.

Okay.

I'm convinced.

Jeez, look at
all the dates, places...

Berlin,

Dresden, Leipzig.

And names.

Some of them famous artists.

Goya, Menzel, Delacroix.

Oh, and look here...

Caspar David Friedrich,

and Hermann Herzog.

So, this is what
Jacques was after.

Why didn't you
say so, inspector?

Frank, what's wrong?

Jacques?

Yeah, he lied to me, Jenn.

I found out that
he's actually ex-EMCA.

He had been fired
over a year ago

for using excessive force
on suspects

connected to an art theft case.

Specifically,
the Karl Dietz case.

However,

I did find out

that he was recently hired

by the stolen art
recovery league.

Ever heard of them?

Yes, they were formed
toward the end of world war II.

They're responsible
for recovering

hundreds of lost
and stolen artworks.

Who knows?

Maybe he used them
as a cover for his own agenda.

What I do know...

is I don't trust the guy.

Nor have I been able
to locate him again.

The good news?

We have both the Herzog
and Friedrich paintings

logged in here,

so that gives me due cause

to get a search warrant
for the Siles' auction records.

That's about
what's going to happen.

Sorry for the early
hour, Mr. Dwyer.

I called, rang the bell,

no answer.

Well, Mr. Siles
is a heavy sleeper,

especially after a couple
of glasses of port.

What's this about, sir?

I have a warrant,

signed by judge Mallary,

to search all records

pertaining to the Dietz
estate auction.

You'll find
everything is in order.

Mr. Siles?

Mr. Siles!

Call it in.

Do you have a permit
for that gun?

Arms out, away from your sides.

Something wrong with
your arm there, Mr. Dwyer?

It's just some tendonitis.

Then you wouldn't mind
rolling up your sleeve.

Meet any dogs lately?

Cuff him.

Got a hold of your military
jacket here, sergeant.

Let's have a look.

Ooh, four tours in Iraq,

led a special detachment

charged with securing
and protecting

high-value art and antiques
in combat zones.

Ah... that's why
Mr. Siles hired you.

I didn't kill him.

Well, we'll let ballistics
weigh in on that.

You are wasting your time.

I hear that a lot.

For the record,
where were you last night?

Besides the east side
urgent care clinic?

Yeah, I have the, uh...
treatment summary right here.

Hmm, really glad you got
that dog bite taken care of.

Anyway... last night?

I had a beer.

Petey's tavern.

Oh, yes, the local
marine corps watering hole.

You've read me my rights.

When do I get my phone call?

Just a few more questions.

Did Karl Dietz
ever ask your boss

to handle any artwork
of questionable provenance?

Not that I'm aware of.

What was inside
the empty letter box?

I'm guessing letters.

Belonging to Dietz or Siles?

No idea.

Hmm.

Here's my guess...

They belonged to Dietz.

Something had
to clue your boss in

as to the whereabouts
of the Herzog painting.

How else would he
have known to ask you

to steal it back?

Lawyer.

Right.

Thought so.

So...

I've been suspended.

Happy now?

No.

You know, it's not too late
to turn your situation around.

I have your schedule here,

and I noticed

that you have an hour

between two of
your morning classes

and an hour between
two of your afternoon classes,

as well as an hour lunch break.

That gives us
at least three hours a day

to work together,

get you back up to speed.

I have given you my game plan.

What's yours?

Wait.

You sure you can stand me
for three hours a day?

As long as they're paying me.

Dr. Trammel?

Ah, Jennifer, I got your text...

oh, thank you.

Sorry, I only have a minute.

Busy day,

people just dying
to get in here.

So, who are we visiting today?

Conrad Siles.

Oh-ho-ho, going once...

Going twice...

And, um...

Two close-range gunshot wounds.

That's personal, isn't it?

Well, you can read into it
however you like.

And you can check
with ballistics

if you want specifics.

They got the bullets.

Anything else?

Karl Dietz.

Detective Lynnwood said

you'd concluded he died
from cardiac arrest?

Well, a pulmonary embolism

has been known to trigger
such things.

Even in elderly people
with chronic heart failure?

Why not?

Then why are you
holding onto the body?

Oh-hoo-hoo...
You are a crafty one.

Sorry!

Time's up.

Oh, oh, just two more questions.

I'm assuming you have a copy

of Karl Dietz's
hospital records?

Yes.

One down, one to go.

Would you mind telling me

who he put down
for his emergency contact?

Jennifer, shame on you,

that would be a violation of
doctor-patient confidentiality.

Even if the patient is dead?

Touche.

Mr. Dietz's
emergency contact was...

Oh, what do you know?

- Conrad Siles.
- Mm-hmm.

All right, you win.

I am holding onto
Mr. Dietz's body

because I'm still nagged
by the fact that

his ventricular assist machine

didn't sound the alarm sooner.

This is a digital readout

of his cardiogram,

and o-2 sat readings,

recorded at the time
in question.

See how his heart rate

moves sharply into a-fib here?

That's probably
when the embolism struck.

When did the alarm go off?

Here. 18 seconds later.

Which suggests that there was
a glitch in the machinery.

Or perhaps sabotage?

Oh, you just had to go there...

Well, the alarms
on these machines

can be switched
on and off, right?

Just sayin'...

Hey, Frank?

What's up?

Hey, Jenn.

I thought you should know

the ballistics
reports came back.

Dwyer's beretta is not a match

for the bullets
that killed Siles.

Well, you can still charge him

with the break-in
at Helen's, right?

Yes, I'm confident
we can get an indictment there,

once the lab finishes processing
all the key evidence.

The bad news?

Dwyer made bail.

Oh, no...

Afraid so.

So...

The screenshots you sent me?

The logos match.

It means

that Dietz was an officer

in the east German
security service.

Now, I had thought
after my interview with Jacques,

that, well,
maybe Dietz was a cop

before he was a diplomat.

Maybe a corrupt cop?

Jacques said

Dietz "abused the power
and privilege

that was bestowed upon him."

Could be.

I mean, at the very least,
you know,

Dietz's journal appears to be
a log for stolen artifacts.

It's just so hard to believe

after everything he's done
for the community.

Yeah.

I know.

How's the research going
on the Herzog painting?

Well, according to
the stolen arts recovery league,

it went missing
soon after the war.

Interesting.

And then there's
Mrs. Bauer's claim

regarding

the Caspar David Friedrich
provenance.

I...

You know what?

I'm going to find
a German translator

to break all this down.

Frank, there's
something bothering me

about Dietz's death,

and the timing of all of this.

Would you mind if I took a look
around his house?

Okay, don't touch anything.

What am I, new?

All right, the IV pump
had three lines,

one saline,

one for Ivabradine...

I think that's how you say it...

and Dopamine, for pain.

Where did you say

the nurses'
call button was found?

Um... beside the bed,

right next to a syringe wrapper

and an end cap.

On the table there,
there was three syringes,

one of them used in CPR,

a Heparin injection.

Was the wrapper a match

to the one on the floor?

Let's see,

I've got a photo here.

That's interesting.

Generic wrapper.

Hey, Frank?

Mm-hmm?

Take a look at this.

It looks like
there's a puncture mark

on this tube.

Circular.

Very clean.

Looks like it could have
been done by a needle.

Okay...

This is just a theory,

but could someone have come in,
and turned off the alarm?

And given Mr. Dietz
an unscheduled injection?

Dr. Trammel said it was
a pulmonary embolism

that triggered cardiac arrest.

Well, if what
you're saying is true,

we're not just talking about
a heart failure.

We're looking at
premeditated murder.

Bonjour, Mrs. Shannon.

Inspector Grenier.

How did you get in here?

Through the front door.

Which was locked.

Was it?

If so, not very well.

My friend, detective Lynnwood,
is looking for you.

Oh, I am sure.

I understand you have recovered
a Herzog painting?

I do have my sources.

Through the EMCA, right?

I have my sources, too.

Well...

I would very much like
to finish my examining

of your vestone piano,

and...

The music scroll,

s'il vous plait.

Why?

It pertains
to a case I am working on.

The case involving
the late Karl Dietz?

It was his piano.

Stands to reason.

You know, I think you know
more than you are letting on.

I know that Mr. Dietz was
a former East German policeman.

How corrupt was he, Jacques?

The man betrayed
everyone in his path,

including members
of his criminal organization.

Now...

May I?

I would feel better
if detective Lynnwood was here.

I have him on speed dial.

We can make an appointment.

I'm sorry, but I prefer
to pursue this investigation

on my own.

And I would prefer if
detective Lynnwood were here.

So, Jacques
is still around, huh?

He's still on the hunt.

You wouldn't happen to know
where he's staying, would you?

No, but I got the make,
model, and license plate

of his rental car.

Very well done.

By the way,
our CT has found evidence

that the ground-floor window
of the auction house

had been jimmied.

From there,

the assailant would
have made their way

up to Siles' study.

I think we're looking
at a real pro here.

Not to mention a killer.

Speaking of,

Dr. Trammel has now changed
the cause of death

for Karl Dietz.

He's now saying

that the embolism
was purposely induced

by an air bubble,

most likely
by a wide-bore syringe.

I now have a double homicide
on my hands

and a very unhappy mayor.

Guys!

We need to feed off
from the top of the key,

and cross-court pass
to the corners.

Hey, hey, hey!

What the in the wide-wide
world of sports

is going on here?

Uh, they're just

helping me with
my homework, coach.

Your homework?

Yes, sir.

This a statistical analysis

of all their
shooting percentages,

and best passing lanes...

And you took it upon yourself
to work up some new plays?

Based on these stats here, yes.

I like what I'm seeing here.

But give me the whistle.

Gimme...

All right, guys, run the play.

Let me see it, let's go.

She was so good,

and, Jason, you did
an incredible job

with this place.

Thank you.

I forgot how much
I love the theater.

Do you remember
when we were seniors,

and I was the lighting designer

and the stage manager?

Hello?

Do you remember that kiss
we shared on the catwalk.

I knew you'd go there.

You guys, I'll meet you outside.

I'm just going
to talk to Carolyn

Carolyn, I just wanted to say

that that was wonderful.

It was such
a beautiful performance.

Thank you.

And I know this might not be
the right time or place,

but I'd like to talk to you

about the piano
that you bought at the auction.

Yes, my partner, Dani,
did mention that.

I'm sorry, it's been
a really emotional time,

and I don't know
how else to say this,

but I'd like to get back
some of my family heirlooms,

especially that piano.

I'm willing to make
a very fair offer.

Well, as you know,

I did promise the piano
to a client,

but...

Let me call him,
and-and see what I can do.

That would mean so much to me.

Thank you.

Of course.

Your grandfather would be proud.

You want your inheritance?

I can help.

What is this?

I have information.

You have information.

We could partner up.

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

- Miss Turner?
- Thank you.

Yes.

Detective Lynnwood.

I got your voicemail.

Thank you for seeing me.

Yeah, no problem.

So, you had a run-in with
Mr. Dwyer at the recital hall?

Mm-hmm.

And I read
in the papers this morning

that his boss
was found murdered?

Should I be concerned?

I've already
contacted his attorney

about the altercation
you two had.

He's being issued a summons.

I'm beginning to think

it's time for me to get back
to my job at the CDC, detective.

Hmm.

Battling plague outbreaks
seems a lot safer

than sticking around here.

Right.

Well, we're on it, not to worry.

Oh.

I've got to take this.

Okay. Thank you.

Hey, Jenn,
thanks for calling back.

It seems that Dwyer has been
stalking Dietz's granddaughter.

She filed a restraining order.

Oh, no.

What happened to Jacques?

Our slippery frenchman?

I don't know
what to make of the guy.

On the one hand, he lied to me.

On the other hand,
he actually checks out.

In fact, I just received
an official request

from the stolen art
recovery league

to hand over
the Herzog painting to him.

No...

Yes.

Actually, you know what,
I've got to go.

Okay, I'll talk to you later.

Okay.

So, Helen will be by

to pick up the dresden tomorrow,

and I tucked Jason's
blueprints down there.

- Oh, thank you.
- You're welcome.

What's wrong with this picture?

Why am I not hearing music?

Dean!

It's so good to see you!

How about some Brahms?

The perfect antidote
for a migraine.

Oh, I would like you to meet

my chauffeur-
slash-virtuoso-caregiver,

Howie Nash.

I think his bedside
guitar picking

has worked miracles.

Hey, all.

Nice to meet you, Howie.

But, Dean, shouldn't you
be home, though,

taking it easy?

And what do you know about that?

Touche.

So, does it work?

Well, it did at auction,

but I haven't tried it

since it was vandalized
at your store.

Brahms, was it?

Always a good place to start.

I'm a little partial

to Mozart,

"Fantasia in D minor,"
if you don't mind.

Let me do that for you.

Thank you.

It's right there on the left.

You see prongs on each side
of the window there?

Okay.

It should pop right in...

Oh, so that's how you do it.

Boy, we had that really wrong.

Yeah, really wrong.

And the switch is right below
the keyboard to your right.

We're all set.

Ow! What is that?

These are fragile people here!

Maybe I put it in wrong?

Do you mind

if I take a look at that
for a second?

Dean, look at this.

The Mozart looks like
it's on different paper stock.

Oh, it's definitely
a newer paper,

maybe a few years old,
as opposed to the Brahms,

which has yellowed with time.

Could it be from
a different piano maybe?

A newer model?

Possibly.

But why would the rolls
be in with these?

This was Dietz's favorite piece.

He taught it to his daughter,
his granddaughter.

I think this is here
for a reason.

A mystery wrapped up in Mozart.

You gotta love it.

Dean, I'd better get you home.

What?

Oh, come on, things are just
starting to get interesting.

I promised your doctors.

Say "so long".

So long, everyone.

Dean, I'm glad
you're doing well.

So am I.

We're outta here.

Bye.

Listen, I'm gonna take off, too.

We have dinner reservations.

Are you okay to lock up?

I am fine.
You have fun.

Okay.

Hey, Jenn!

Hey, guys,

what a nice surprise.

We thought we'd stop by
before the big game.

Oh, that's right.

Good luck, Logan.

Oh, he won't need any luck.

According to coach Byers,

Logan's come up with
a winning game plan.

Yeah.

Tell me that
after the final buzzer.

What's this?

Well, it's supposed to be

Mozart's "Fantasia in D minor,"

but turns out it's just
a bunch of noise.

And I'm fairly certain there's
a code embedded in here.

I just don't know
how to figure it out.

Do you have any other
authentic rolls of music?

I do.

I have a piece by Brahms.

Well then,

print off the Brahms sheet music
off the Internet,

and, you know,

Mark down the correct notes
alongside each perforation.

And that way
I can cross-reference

to see which note
each perforation represents.

Logan, you are a genius.

What if the piece
is written in D minor?

Well then, "D" would represents
the number one,

and "E" the number two,

you know,
and so on and so forth.

What about sharps and flats?

That could be... letters?

D-sharp could represent
the letter "A",

or maybe

it's the first sharp
or flat after "D" minor.

I don't know,
you'll have to play with it.

And, uh, we have a game to play,

so we should go.

Right.
So, good luck, mom.

Good luck to you, too, Logan,

and just have fun.

Hannah!

Hey, Hannah!

You did it.

I got a B!

You did it, Rick.

High-five.

Whoo!

Logan!

Brilliant.
Well done.

Thank you, sir.

You've got yourself
quite the strategist here,

Mr. Shannon.

Don't I know it.

What did I tell you?

You stepped up,

and you were the right person
to do it.

Thanks for
the encouragement, dad,

and all the support.

It means a lot.

Anytime, son.

Now, go on,

party with the guys.

Whoo!

Jets! Jets! Jets! Jets! Jets!

Whoo!

Sharps, flats...

Or the note that comes
before "D" minor,

I think that's a "C"...

Frank!

Dwyer just broke into my store!

Mr. Dwyer!

I've called the police!

Frank, are you there?

Yeah, I'm still here, Jenn.

Units are about a block away.

I'll be arriving shortly.

We have an all-points out
on Dwyer now,

and I'm going to keep
a patrol unit

here at your shop.

Do you want one
at your residence?

Absolutely.
Thanks, Frank.

Thank you.

Yeah, no problem.

Hey, I hear congratulations
are in order?

Oh, yeah. Logan's team
won their first game.

Hey, well, give him my best.

I will.

Crack it yet, mom?

Mm, I hope so.

I think I'm getting close,

but there could be
three lines of code.

You see these two columns

that are vertical right here?

They're the only two
grouped together

on the entire roll,

and the numbers and the letters,

they match up perfectly.

Hmm...

Both Alpha-numeric...

Wait...

Those look just like
GPS coordinates.

You think?

Hold on.

Yup.

See?

Logan, that's
the Dietz recital hall!

This is incredible.

Do you have any idea
what these numbers might be?

Well, it's not longitude
or latitude.

There's not enough digits there.

So, uh...

Yeah, I haven't got a clue,
sorry, mom.

That's okay, Logan,
you have been a big help.

I'm gonna grab your dad's
set of blueprints

from my store,

and I'm gonna call Frank.

Thank you.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Bye.

Frank, I'm on my way
to the recital hall.

I hope you can meet me there.

Bonjour, Mrs. Shannon.

We meet again.

So we do.

The Herzog painting.

Where is it?

Safely in the hands
of the Austrian consulate,

soon be returned
to its rightful heir,

a Jewish family from Vienna

whose parents
had it taken from them

during the Anschluss of 1938.

That's good news.

So, what are you doing here?

Besides stalking me?

Stalking? No, madame,

I am merely here
to offer assistance.

You see, Karl Dietz
was not the only one...

To keep a journal.

Detective Lynnwood
indicated to my superiors

that you found his journal,

so I thought now would be
a good time to compare notes.

Do any of these names,

or dates, artists,

look familiar?

Goya...

Menzel...

You knew about
the Caspar David Friedrich?

Well, I did not just merely
sit behind the desk at the EMCA

for all those years.

Now... what brought you here
with your husband's blueprints?

Of course.

It's perfect.

The recital hall.

And Dietz helped to make it!

And that piano,
did the piano have a... a map?

A code, in a piano roll.

Mozart's "Fantasia in D minor".

I knew it! I knew it!

Let me show you,

um... this data entry.

These are shipping
and crating services,

cargo container
I.D. Numbers.

I traced them all back to a time

when Karl Dietz
was a NATO liaison.

You see, his diplomatic status

allow him to, uh,
bypass U.S. Customs, huh?

I believe he use his privilege

to smuggle art and stolen jewels

out of Germany
into this country,

piece by piece.

So, that's how he did it.

Yes,

however, a few years ago,

the EMCA received
an anonymous tip,

which I believe came from
Dietz's daughter, Helga.

But before the FBI could
file a search warrant,

Dietz hid his stolen goods.

But where?

That was always the mystery.

Now...

The Mozart in D minor
directed you here.

I think the lock
on the stage door

might be broken.

Follow me.

I guess Jason fixed the lock.

Well, he is efficient.

Allow me, madame.

Sometimes, to catch a thief...

You have to play the thief.

Voila!

This first set of numbers...

It's too short
to be a tracking number

or a zip code.

There has to be some correlation

to the recital hall.

Jacques...

My husband said

that Karl Dietz
had his own specialists

who did the acoustics,
the stage flooring,

and the vip seats.

Here's Karl Dietz's chair.

"B-9."

"Sl-R1-B9."

Of course,

it's "stage left,
row one, B-9."

We have a match.

Hey.

There is an electrical conduit
running under each seat.

Perhaps it's just for the light.

Wait a minute.

It looks like
there might be a...

A switch down here.

Allow me, madame.

Karl Dietz's vault.

At last.

Bless you, Ms. Shannon.

Words cannot express how I feel.

You must understand,

this is what my life,

what my work is all about.

Restitution?

Oui.

Restitution.

Wait a minute.

Oh, here it is.

The original Mozart
"Fantasia in D minor,"

which confirms that Karl Dietz
manufactured the other one.

Oh, wait a minute.

What?

It's Carolyn.

Carolyn, she had to have known.

That's why she's been on me

to buy back the vestone.

Actually...

I've always hated that
wheezing excuse for a piano.

But thanks to you, Jennifer,

I now have my inheritance.

Which you assumed was yours
all along, didn't you?

I mean, you had the letter

from your grandfather
to your mother,

informing her that you had been

reinstated in his will...

But after your mother died,

after you returned
from overseas,

you suddenly found out
that things had changed...

That your mother and grandfather

didn't heal their rift,

and that your
grandfather decided

to sell his estate for charity,

leaving you cut off once again.

Nurse?

What are you doing?

Who are you?

You...

Hounding me to the grave,

you and all the others.

So, you decided to retaliate...

...and you ended his life.

He was a horrible man,

who had outlived his usefulness.

And you had what you needed,

his letter to your mother,

and the clue
to his hidden treasure,

the player piano...

Which is why you broke into
my friend's shop

and assaulted him.

But your search was cut short

when Howie Nash arrived.

You had to get out of there
in a hurry.

Then things became more urgent

when you learned

the Herzog painting
had been found,

tucked away inside a relatively
worthless piece of art.

Yes, well, according to mother,

grandpa was a very
clever smuggler.

You mean criminal...

Do I look like I care?

Jacques is right.

Things did get much more urgent

because you realized

that Siles had secured

everything
in your grandfather's library,

including
his personal correspondence.

I believe there was
another letter,

from your mother
to your grandfather,

one in which

she outright rejected
his offer of an inheritance.

Now you're just speculating.

Am I?

Then why weren't you listed
as next of kin

on his hospital papers?

Your mother wanted

nothing to do
with your grandfather,

and the irony is,

she was trying to protect you
from his crimes,

but when you realized
Siles had her letter...

Well, you couldn't afford
to let him expose that...

Collateral damage, I'm afraid.

As are you!

Shut the hatch.

All right, let's go.

Stage right, if you will.

Come on, go!

May I ask you what led you

to the Mozart in D minor?

Mother's letters to grandpa.

Thanks for cracking
the code, by the way.

Your mother was the one
who contacted EMCA, yes?

Yes.

She was the one

who wanted everything returned
to its rightful owner?

Mother always had

a wayward sense of morality.

Where is yours, miss Turner?

Jenn!

Are you two all right?

Yes. Yes, we're...

magnifique.

Oui.

Helen!

Jennifer.

Lovely to see you.

Lovely to see you.

How was my husband's driving?

Excellent.

Right in here.

Can I hire him full time?

Absolutely.

Come on.

***

***

Oh, my.

Jennifer, what's going on here?

It's not my birthday.

Helen, I would like you to
meet inspector Jacques Grenier.

It's a pleasure, madame.

Jacques was formerly

with European ministry
of criminal affairs,

but now he is with
the lost art recovery league.

He's responsible
for tracking down

a lot of the artwork

that Mr. Dietz illegally confiscated.

Still so shocking.

Hard to believe.

Fortunately, the DNA
was a match to Carolyn

on the syringe wrapper found
in her grandfather's bedroom.

The D.A. will be
indicting her for murder.

Oh, and as far as

Mr. Dwyer is concerned,

he was found and apprehended.

He will be facing
burglary charges.

Well, now for some
even better news.

Logan, since you helped
crack the code,

would you like to do the honors?

Recognize this, Mrs. Bauer?

Of course.

The provenance
was forged, Helen.

Jacques and I found

the original
certificate of ownership

in Mr. Dietz's files.

It belonged to,
and still belongs to,

the Bauer family.

Oh, my goodness.

Well...

As my mother always said,

"all good things come
to those who wait."

Well, we have waited
long enough.

Who would like some champagne?

Oh. I would.

Whoo! Yeah!