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Oh! Mr. O'Neill.

About those coins...

The... The vintage silver dollars?

Y-Yes, well, now, as I informed you,

all transactions are final.

My wrist! Ah! Ah!

My boss feels differently.

Oh!

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I count three phony coins here.

Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk.

Did you really think

this ruse would pay off your gambling debt?

Oh, I-i-if you believe

their provenance to be... to be suspect, sir,

then perhaps

I-I could offer you another antiquity

to-to cover my obligation?

I've got a better idea.

One that may preserve your health

and cover your obligation.

It concerns a former associate of mine,

a Mr. Derrick Quinn.

That name. Say it.

Uh, Derrick Quinn.

Der... Derrick Quinn.

All right, Quinn, dinner time's over.

Let's have your tray.

Quinn!

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I've checked all the auto sites.

I've checked every car lot.

I-It's futile.

All the ones that I actually like

are way over my budget, so...

Well, what about a fixer-upper?

Yeah, I may not have a choice, really.

What about my friend Cindy's car?

She's headed overseas on a student exchange program,

she needs to sell it.

Hannah, it's a Miata.

So?

A teal-blue Miata?

So?

So... no thank you.

Your loss.

I got to go. Midterms.

- Good luck. - Thank you.

You'll kill it, sweetie.

Thanks, Dad.

Logan, here's an idea.

Why don't you volunteer at the police auction?

Change tires, wash cars.

This way, you would be doing an act of community service

and you would get a first look at the inventory.

Wait. So...

You guys are okay

with me driving some ex-crime lord's wheels?

Yeah.

Cool! I'm in.

That'll save us some money.

Great idea.

We'll let you know this afternoon.

Thanks for coming in.

Warren Barnes?

Detective Lynwood.

Pleased to meet you, sir.

Yes. Got your resume from Ms. Fessler.

Irene?

Mm.

That was kind of her.

Said you worked the county RV show with her.

Gave you high marks.

It says you're a NASCAR mechanic?

Yes, sir.

Well, we are in need

of a experienced mechanic and auto appraiser

for the vehicle end of our auction.

So, when do I start?

Well, it's a community fundraiser.

I'm afraid the fee isn't much.

My dad was a Waco County Deputy Sheriff, sir.

No need to explain.

All right, well...

looks like we found our man.

- All right! - Welcome aboard.

Hey, Frank.

Oh, hey, Jenn.

Jason.

This is Warren Barnes.

He'll be handling the vehicles up for bid.

How do you do?

- Nice to meet you. - Good morning.

Hey! Dad.

There's this really cool retro truck parked around back.

Let's check it out. Excuse me.

Mind if I join you?

Please do.

Thanks, Warren.

Have you seen Miles?

Oh, just a heads-up.

There's been some last-minute changes.

Jennifer, I'm, uh, glad you're here.

I-I'd like to introduce you to Irene Fessler,

she's an event planner

with a resume as long as your arm.

Well, no...

but probably up to your elbow.

- Hello. - Hi.

Now, uh, Irene, uh, has agreed to, uh,

to come on board, to help manage this fiasco.

Oh.

Yep. Duty calls.

Text me if you need anything, okay?

Of course, Detective.

Jennifer,

you know I, uh, I deeply appreciate all your help,

but the, uh, the scope of the auction this year,

not mention losing my partner,

has-has left me...

Miles... it's okay.

I understand.

In fact, Dani and I were just lamenting the fact

that we disqualified ourselves from the bidding,

so, now we can.

It's a win-win for everyone.

I'm so glad you see it that way.

Great. Well, I should get back inside

and finish cataloguing all the inventory.

Nice to meet you.

You too.

So, I take it Justin is still hounding you?

Night and day.

Serves me right

for partnering up with an Internet lender.

I know, I know. You warned me.

Um...

Anyway.

Did you bring the, uh, the appraisal binder?

Oh! Yes. I have it right here.

There you go.

Thank you. Ow.

Oh! Miles.

Your wrist.

Oh, uh, I sprained it, uh, moving that grandfather clock.

Listen...

Jennifer, I, um,

I have a proposal for you, my dear.

Um...

Now that you're free to do some bidding,

there's a few items that I have my eye on.

Now, if you could fetch them for me at auction,

I could buy them back from you for, say, a 20% mark-up?

I thought you wanted to reduce your inventory,

not add to it?

Yes, but I have buyers lined up

and this would help keep me afloat for now.

Sure. I'll do my best.

But, Miles...

Are you sure you're okay?

I'm fine, I'm fine.

I'm-I'm just...

I am a bit overwhelmed at the moment.

Thank you for everything, my dear.

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Ooh, look at you two.

Just rewired it! How's it sound?

Uh... great!

And loud.

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Well... playtime is over, ladies.

Gotta run.

Oh... my Fred Astaire.

So, what does Miles want us to do now?

He wants us to put together an auction catalogue?

Actually... we're done.

Miles, he hired an event planner for the auction.

What? We're fired?

Relieved of our duties.

Hey, but now we are free to bid and buy.

Mm. Hmm.

Hello, hello?

Irene?

Oh, well, I just had to drop by

after that awkward introduction at the impound yard.

Please, don't worry about it.

Um, this is my partner, Dani.

Dani, Irene is taking over the auction.

Oh. How do you do?

Hi. So I have you to thank as well.

Irene Fessler.

Nice to meet you. I love your fedora.

Thanks.

- Oh! And your Claddagh ring. - Oh, yes.

Custom-made in Ireland.

Is that a black sapphire?

- 'Tis. - It's perfect.

Thanks.

Irene, your name sounds familiar.

Weren't you the event coordinator

for the Tri-County Antiques Fair last year?

Oh! Somebody read the program.

Irene, you're in a no-parking zone,

and there's a meter maid out there,

circling like a vulture.

Quick. Your keys. I'll move it.

Sorry.

That's Adele, my assistant.

She's a computer science grad student.

Her first day on the job,

she created a software program for all my billing and shipping.

We could use that!

Yes, we could.

Well, listen, before I forget,

we have some promotional materials for the auction.

Would you like them?

Love that!

- Okay. - Thanks.

Is that an Adderley tea set?

It is.

I know someone, an avid collector.

Would you like me to contact her?

Oh, that would be wonderful.

No ticket!

Ha-ha! Saved by Adele!

Isn't she precious?

Oh, yeah.

Jason?

Yeah?

You mind holding down the fort while I check out a few engines?

Sure, no problem.

Logan, right?

Yeah.

Hard-working boy.

Well, thanks.

How's that car-hunt going?

Well, that truck we were looking at earlier

is a bit out of our budget,

so he's looking at this green pick-up.

- The Studebaker? - Yeah.

Nah. Forget it. The engine block's cracked.

Really? Do you have any suggestions?

See that '66 Mustang over there?

Yeah?

Built like a tank.

And I believe within your budget.

Sounds like a major project.

Yeah, well...

if you and your son are up for one...

food for thought, huh?

Okay.

Thanks.

Yeah, no problem.

Make sure you get the chrome, buddy.

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I can hear that brain of yours working overtime.

- Mm. - You okay?

I was just thinking about Miles.

I was thinking about him, too.

I don't like the way he let you go.

Well, social graces were never Miles' strong suit.

Or handling money, for that matter.

I warned him not to go into business with Justin Wilkes.

Well, it's hard to give people business advice.

You're a good friend.

Well, he needs my support.

I don't want to turn my back on him.

"There are no strangers and there are no outcasts."

Who said that?

You did.

That's another reason why I love you.

Oh.

Next on the block,

we have got this red GMC cargo van.

You know where we'll be.

Okay. Good luck, boys!

And to you.

Thank you.

Professor Atkins!

Hello, ladies.

Is Hannah ready for her midterms?

Oh! Studying into the wee hours.

And what brings you here?

Do you have your eye on something?

Absolutely.

I couldn't believe it

when I saw it listed in the auction brochure...

a full set of Encyclopedia Britannica,

circa 1911.

Oh... A prized edition.

Indeed!

Though I must say,

there are a couple volumes that look a bit ragged.

Oh, not to worry. We know the best bookbinder.

Do you have Terry's number?

I do. I'll text it to you.

Great! Thanks.

Do I hear 3,500?

I have 3,500.

Do I hear 3,700

for this... solid 2006 cargo van?

Do I hear 3,700?

Uh, let's, uh, let's keep it moving.

Sold! To the man with number 22!

Okay.

Ho, ho. Next up...

we have got a classic...

1966 Mustang V8,

seekin' a little love,

a little restoration.

"A little"?

Two words... "sweat equity."

We'll start at 2,500.

I have 2,500.

And we're out of here.

Do I hear 2,750?

We'll call the difference a loan.

Plus the parts and paint?

Don't push it.

I have 2,750!

Anyone else...

for this gorgeous set of vintage encyclopedias?

Going once...

Going twice...

And sold to the gentleman holding card number 14.

I won?

- You won! - Congratulations.

Next, we have a rare 1920s kaleidoscope,

mounted, with a series of additional viewing wheels.

We will start the bidding at 200.

And I have 200.

Do I hear 225?

Excellent. And 250?

I have 250.

250 going once, twice...

Miles?

And sold to the lady holding card number 12.

Miles, there was another bidder, number 22.

Oh. Oh, I am so sorry.

My eyes are not as sharp as they used to be.

Uh, next.

We have Greta... a Cacatua alba.

Hiya, Andy! Hiya, Alex!

...With a large, wrought-iron birdcage included.

We will start the bidding at 300.

300!

Hiya, Alex!

You're kidding, right?

Look at her.

I mean, she's spent her whole life with criminals.

She just needs someone to believe in her.

300. Do I have any further bids?

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- How're you doin', Miles? - Justin.

You and I have some unfinished business.

And don't tell me that the check is in the mail.

Yes, well, I have been meaning to call you,

because I am currently rearranging my finances.

- Rearranging, huh? - Yes.

What, another bridge night?

Another poker game?

Ahh!

Miles!

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

All right, all right. Time out, time out, time out!

You're in default.

You hear me?

Everything that's yours is now mine!

Are you okay?

"Neither a borrower nor a lender be."

It's my fault. It's all my fault.

Wow...

this is incredible.

So what inspired you to buy this, Mom?

An early childhood memory?

Actually, it was a client request.

Seriously?

There are kaleidoscope collectors?

There are.

Smells good.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Do not take another step until you get cleaned up.

Well, you heard your mother. Let's go.

Oh, Hannah?

Will you stir this for me?

Oh, sure.

Hey, Dani, what's up?

Um, hi. Do you know if there's a trick

to getting a bird to eat with a dropper?

Greta's vet says she needs a daily dose of medicine.

I do not. I've never owned a bird.

Why don't you look online?

Hello, gorgeous. Tch-tch. Hello?

- Yucko! Yucko! - Hello?

Yucko!

Well, anyway, the reason that I called is,

a delivery van came

with a large crate and several smaller boxes,

all courtesy of Miles Wexford.

Several? He said he was sending only a couple of things.

I'm afraid not.

There's a note here that says he's closing his business.

Closing his business?

Yeah, for health issues.

Namely Justin Wilkes.

Thanks, Dani. I'll give him a call.

Miles? It's Jenn.

Hello?

So sorry...

I sh... I should never have involved you.

Miles, what's going on?

Some debts...

you can't repay.

Hello? Miles?

Better, yes? No?

Jason, I think something is wrong with Miles.

I'm gonna go check on him.

Do you want me to come with you?

No, it's okay.

The food'll be ready in about an hour.

I'll be back for dinner.

Miles?

Miles, it's Jenn! Are you here?

Oh, no.

Miles?

Oh, no. No, no, no.

So... you were saying

Miles had a confrontation at the impound yard?

Yeah, with his former business partner, Justin Wilkes.

Was it hostile?

Well, if Warren didn't step in,

I'm pretty sure it would've escalated.

Any idea what it was about?

Miles was behind on his loan payments to Justin.

And the devil came to collect.

Frank...

I've noticed a few odd things.

Here we go.

Well, for example,

Miles told me he hurt his wrist moving that grandfather clock,

but that clock is where it's always been.

And...

he keeps his case of whiskey on this top shelf.

How did he get it down?

Well, where there's a will, there's a way,

as my mother used to say.

And he also told me he sold his entire coin collection,

but there are three coins right there.

Well, he was depressed, Jenn. Not thinking straight.

And on that point...

looks like he finished off a rare bottle of Irish whiskey

and some benzodiazepine.

That... is a bad combination.

And this is for you.

"Dear Jennifer...

I've been severely negligent

in telling you how much I've valued your friendship.

Despite the competitive nature of our business,

you've always had my best interests at heart.

Wishing you all good things, now and forever. Miles."

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Take a look, son. The Hemmings Catalogue.

If there's an auto part you need,

they probably have it.

Yeah, and if they don't,

the "Mustang Society" should be able to find it.

Look, there's actually a local chapter.

Sorry, would you excuse us?

Sure. Catch you later.

So what did the police say?

They say it's suicide.

But I don't believe it.

'Course you don't.

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Come on. Come on.

Greta want a cracker?

- It's gluten-free. - Yucko!

Oh, Jenn.

Honey, I am so sorry to hear about Miles.

I know. It's awful.

What did the police say?

They're viewing his death as a suicide, as far as I know.

- Well, I'm sorry. - Me too.

Are those the boxes that Miles sent over?

Yes, Drew and I were just about to unpack them

when Greta flew the coop.

The police found this envelope at Miles' place

with your name on it.

- Hello! Hello! - Hello.

Drew, well done. Well done.

And we are back. There you go.

Bye-bye.

And I'm off.

Thank you. You're a wonder.

Hey, Dani, take a look at this.

Miles named me executor of his estate.

Well, that's unexpected.

Well, what are all these?

Well, this look like his auctioneer sheet.

Yeah, here are all the items that were up for bid.

Why would he send me this?

I don't know, but he circled half a dozen things here.

Look, there's a checkmark

beside the kaleidoscope he wanted you to buy for him.

Oh, and a line through the encyclopedia set he wanted.

I just didn't have the heart

to outbid Professor Atkins on those.

Well, maybe he just had his eye on a few extra items.

Maybe.

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So, where should we start?

I guess we start

by pulling everything out and seeing what needs replacing.

Hang on!

Recognize those boots.

- Morning! - Hey!

Which one of you grease-monkeys bought a tool deck?

That'll be me.

Care to give me a hand here?

Son?

Some more ice tea?

Uh, yes, please.

And how about a sandwich? I'm making ham and Swiss.

Thank you kindly.

So, where were we?

Right. First thing...

you're gonna need to get a new oil pan.

Okay.

Uh, where?

I'll find one for ya.

Appreciate that.

Step two.

Tires, shocks, and brake pads... off they go.

Sound good?

- Sounds good. - Sounds expensive.

Oh, Jennifer, hi!

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to interrupt.

No, not at all. This is my friend, Thomas.

He bought

that gorgeous Georgian sofa set that you had your eye on.

Oh, it's a pleasure to meet you.

You as well.

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Well, I should push off.

I'll send the delivery service over later this afternoon.

- All right? - Sure. Sounds good.

- It was nice to meet you. - Likewise.

Shall we go in?

I'm terribly sorry,

but Miles is not here yet.

Oh... Irene, I'm afraid I have some bad news.

Miles passed away last night.

Wow!

What?

I-I didn't know he was ill.

He had some... personal problems.

Man.

I did not see that coming.

W-What I mean is...

Miles asked me just the other day

if I could appraise and find a buyer for his MGB.

Wow. He loved that car.

Said it was urgent, that he needed the cash.

Look, I know you're very busy,

but I was hoping you could help me out with something.

Um, can you tell me

who purchased these items...

on Miles' auctioneer sheet?

Can you read these to me?

Oh, you can skip the kaleidoscope

and the encyclopedias.

Okay. Ahem. Then we have the red van...

An art book collection...

A case of, uh... Pin... not...

It's pronounced "Pinot."

Like, the wine.

Ah. Here's an anomaly.

Uh, all of the items you mentioned

were purchased by a "Mr. O. Henry."

O. Henry?

Like the writer?

Yeah. Well, I think it's a pseudonym.

A fake name?

Why would somebody feel compelled to use a fake name?

Well, Irene, it's a police auction,

and all the items that were put up for bid

were seized from criminals.

So maybe an ex-con going by the name of "O. Henry"

wanted his confiscated goods back?

Possibly. I'm just speculating.

Do you have an address for "O. Henry"?

Um...

no address,

and all the purchases were made in cash.

Including the cargo van.

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Mm. Okay.

I'll buy that "O. Henry" is more than likely an alias.

The fact that he paid cash definitely supports this.

But, the question is,

what is the connection to Miles Wexford?

Well, Frank, you see those checked items on the list?

Miles wanted me to buy the kaleidoscope

and the encyclopedias on his behalf,

because he was disqualified from bidding.

- So? - So, Frank.

If he wanted to sell his car

and put a buy-back plan in motion for other things,

that shows proof of life,

proof that he wanted to stay in business.

Well, maybe he had a change of heart.

Come on, Jenn.

We both know that depression has a mind of its own.

And we both know

that Miles owed Justin Wilkes a lot of money.

All right. I'll tell you what.

You let me do the investigating,

and I promise,

I'll look into Justin Wilkes

and see if I can't I.D. this "O. Henry" character.

All right?

Thanks, Frank.

I'm craving a mid-afternoon macchiato and...

...I think help has arrived.

Dr. Trammel.

- Your favorite. - Aw, Jennifer.

Now, how can I help you?

I'm here for Miles Wexford.

Oh? Is he expecting you?

Yes.

Actually, it's official this time.

I was named executor of his estate,

which includes his mortal remains.

Oh. So, you knew the man well?

Well enough to question his death being a suicide.

Hmm.

"Hmm..."

Meaning, there's room for doubt?

No, just a "hmm..."

Oh, no, no, no. That was not just "hmm."

That "hmm" meant something.

Okay, well, the "hmm" could mean

rigor mortis revealed several surface bruises

on the wrist, throat, and the shoulder.

Which could indicate that Miles was manhandled.

Your choice of words, not mine.

But accurate enough?

Mm-hmm.

His wrist,

he said he sprained it a couple of days ago,

moving a grandfather clock.

Hmm.

"Hmm," now what?

Yes, the left wrist was severely inflamed,

but, curiously, the damaged ligaments

had been rotated in the opposite direction

of your more common sprains.

As for the lethal combo of alcohol and barbiturates,

I found contusions on the victim's throat,

tongue,

and upper gums,

suggesting...

Forced ingestion?

Correct.

As well, a search of Mr. Wexford's medical records

showed no prescriptions for benzodiazepine.

Your conclusion?

After careful evaluation,

I have officially classified Miles Wexford's death

a homicide.

Murder?

Mm-hmm.

Hmm.

Miles is dead?

Murdered, actually.

Going on 24 hours.

I don't know what to say.

Well... maybe this video might help.

See that time in the upper-right corner?

Syncs quite nicely

with the estimated time of death on the Coroner's Report.

That is not what you think.

Seldom is.

How'd you get a set of keys?

Miles gave them to me, as per our loan agreement.

Look, I didn't kill him.

I want to believe you,

but I have two eyewitnesses

that say you assaulted Mr. Wexford

soon after the police auction ended.

He owed me money, okay?

A lot of money.

And after his last loan payment bounced, I...

Look, I went out on a limb for this guy, you know?

I mean, I bailed him out

when the banks were closing their doors in his face,

and what does he do?

He takes every bit of revenue that comes in

and he blows it on a backroom poker game.

Right.

So then you get in his face at the impound yard.

Right? Gets interrupted,

and then you decide to finish the conversation

down at his shop?

No, he was dead when I got there, all right?

He was face-down on his desk,

and there was booze and pills all over the place.

Why didn't you call 911?

Because he was gone, Detective.

And I'd already had a public altercation with the guy.

So, let me get this straight...

you figured

that your next best option

was to walk out of the place

with everything you could carry?

Call it collateral.

Besides, why would I kill him?

I can't collect from a dead man, can I?

Unless he has loan insurance,

which, according to your website,

is included with every loan.

Speaking of "booze and pills,"

I see that you refilled your prescription

for benzodiazepine.

I want a lawyer.

'Course you do.

So... any news you'd like to share?

Today's pie is peach cobbler.

I mean, the fact that you're working a homicide,

as opposed to a suicide.

How did it go with Justin Wilkes?

I'm not so sure about Justin.

Call it a gut feeling.

Anyway, took a team over to Miles's residence.

Looks like he was packing in a hurry over there, too.

Gosh, I wonder what put him in flight mode.

Besides Justin?

Eh.

I went digging around the court records,

and everything that Miles had circled

on the auctioneer sheets,

matched property seized

from Derrick Quinn,

a convicted counterfeiter.

So where's this Derrick Quinn now?

Quinn died in prison a few days ago.

Poisoned, apparently.

Tox results are gonna take awhile.

So, what is the connection between Quinn and O. Henry?

I don't know.

Oh, come on, Frank.

Miles and Quinn,

two men that are both connected to that police auction,

both murdered within the last week?

Oh, excuse me.

Miss? Piece of peach cobbler for my friend here. Thanks.

Come on, Frank.

Tell me about the counterfeiter.

Well...

Quinn was a senior tech at the U.S. Mint.

Somewhere along the line,

he began stealing critical components...

like, ink and currency-grade paper,

microchip software design.

Well, how'd he get caught?

Tried passing fake bills over at the track.

Later, the Feds raided his house and they found currency plates.

I mean, he was printing 10s, 20s, 50s.

What happened to the other stolen components?

Quinn was adamant that he destroyed them all.

And the Feds believed him because he stuck to his story,

even after the D.A. offered him a deal.

Thank you.

And so, now Quinn's property, or most of it,

has been auctioned off to a man named "O. Henry."

With the exception

of the encyclopedias and the kaleidoscope.

Those belonged to Quinn, too?

Yes.

And didn't you say Miles wanted to buy them back from you?

He did.

But I find it hard to believe

that Miles was mixed up in any of this.

Unless he was financially desperate enough to...

Make a deal with the devil?

Yeah.

Help secure an ex-counterfeiter's wares

for the nefarious interests of other parties?

So you think Quinn had partners?

We all believe

that Quinn had someone else pulling the strings.

Any idea who?

Let's just say I know someone who fits the profile.

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Gentlemen.

Mr. McPhee.

Detective Lynwood.

Mm.

How long has it been since you last harassed me?

Couple months ago?

Pinot Noir.

Hmm. This wine is the exact same vintage

as the case we sold at the police auction.

A vintage that was previously owned by a convicted felon.

Care to explain how it came into your possession?

It's my favorite year.

Is drinking wine a crime now?

No, but enough to bring you in for questioning.

Let's go.

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Two sugars, no cream.

Miles Wexford. You know him?

Never met the man. Why?

Someone killed him.

Sorry to hear that.

You're sorry?

I thought you said you didn't know him.

A euphemism, Detective.

I'll withdraw the sentiment.

Next question?

Derrick Quinn.

Also dead.

Also murdered.

I guess I can't say I'm sorry?

But you can say you knew the man.

Nice try.

Aside from the wine,

I noticed you had some art books

that were also sold at the auction.

How, exactly, do you have those items in your possession?

There was this guy peddling some goods

down on Avenue "A."

A guy in a red cargo van, right?

Hmm. I don't recall.

Let's quit dancing around here, McPhee.

The van, the wine, the art books...

they all belonged to Derrick Quinn,

a convicted counterfeiter,

one whom Federal prosecutors linked to you at the trial.

Allegedly linked...

never proved.

Who was your buyer at the auction?

Buyer?

Does the name O. Henry ring a bell?

O. Henry?

Hmm. Now, there's a good writer.

We're talking about double-homicide here.

And also conspiracy to commit counterfeiting.

Three charges which I really like you for, McPhee.

Now, you've always been so gung-ho

where I'm concerned, Lynwood.

Why is that?

You're a career criminal.

I may be a lot of things, Detective,

but I've never been a murderer.

So, if we're done dancing here...

may I go, or do I need a lawyer?

Hey, son.

It's a bit early to be working on the car,

don't you think?

Sorry. I-I couldn't sleep.

We know the feeling.

Look at what I just found...

Look. There's some...

old photos in here, and...

a medal.

Looks like they were taken in Vietnam.

"Khe Sanh, '68."

"F.O.B."?

"Forward Operating Base."

This is definitely a Bronze Star for Valor.

Is there a medal certificate in there?

No.

Wait...

are you telling me

that the previous owner was a war hero?

Possibly.

And most likely the original owner of the car.

Jason, what year is it?

1966.

Well, that fits.

The pink slip was registered to the police department,

like the other auction vehicles,

so there's no actual name to go off of.

No, wait, check it out. Look.

There's a name on the back of this photo. Here.

"Leon's Liberators."

Oh, wow. Look at them.

They're just kids.

The Sergeant in front, I'm guessing that's Leon.

Maybe I should get this back to him.

You know, if he's still alive.

Or to his family.

They would probably appreciate the gesture.

Maybe an Internet search will find him.

Maybe.

Coffee, darling?

Ah. Espresso. Make it a double.

Do you have any of those muffins left?

No more muffins for you.

Hiya, Andy!

Hiya, Alex!

Alex and Andy?

Hiya, Alex!

Alex and Andy?

Hiya!

Who are Alex and Andy? Who is she talking about?

I have no idea.

Oh! I forgot.

Irene came by. She said she found a buyer

for the kaleidoscope, if you're interested.

Oh, I don't know.

Hannah really likes it.

- Oh, does she? - Mm-hmm.

I know that song. What is it?

Excuse me, Mrs. Shannon?

Yes?

Hi. I'm Justin Wilkes.

We met once before,

over at Miles' shop?

Yes, and, uh, the other day, after the auction.

At the impound yard?

Yeah. I'm really sorry you had to see that.

Likewise.

So how can we help you?

Well, I just dropped by to return these.

Detective Lynwood tells me

that you're the executor of Miles' estate now, so...

What is it?

It's his stamp collection.

Well, some of it, anyway.

Despite what you may think about me,

I didn't have it in for Miles.

The truth is, I enjoyed his company.

Until it came time to collect.

Yeah, well, if I'd known he'd had such a gambling problem,

I never would have given him a loan.

Miles had a gambling problem?

Oh, yeah!

Yeah, bridge, poker, backgammon, anything with cards and dice.

Well, do you think he might've owed other people?

That, I would bet on.

♪ ♪

Oh, excuse me.

Did Detective Lynwood notify you?

Yes, ma'am, and he asked me to remind you

this is still a crime scene and...

...And not to touch anything.

Got it.

♪ ♪

Hey, Jenn.

Oh, hey, Frank.

I'm here looking at Miles' sales ledger.

It shows that he did sell his coin collection.

I have no idea why three were returned,

but there's a credit here

to, um, someone named "McPhee."

Surprise, surprise.

Do me a favor,

hand that ledger over to an officer on duty.

I'm in the middle of something right now on campus.

Okay.

Wait, the college campus? Is everything okay?

No. Professor Atkins' office was just robbed.

No.

Yeah, he's at a seminar right now.

I was just talking to his assistant.

It seems the only thing missing

is a set of vintage encyclopedias.

The Encyclopedia Britannica set?

'Fraid so.

Listen, I've got to go,

but don't forget that ledger.

♪ ♪

Hi, Jenn!

Come on in.

Hey, Terry.

Um, I talked to Professor Atkins,

and he said he dropped off

a couple of encyclopedia volumes before he went out of town?

Yeah, he did, and thanks for the referral.

I haven't got to them yet, but we can take a look in here.

Here we go.

The spines are in pretty bad shape,

but I've seen worse.

♪ ♪

Terry...

this section here looks like it's stuck together.

Can we separate it?

Yeah, let me see what I can do.

'Kay.

Hmm! That's a neat little gadget.

There we go.

Oh, boy. Yeah, we got a problem here.

They're blank?

Yeah. Let me, um...

Let me put a light on it.

Well, I'll be.

That's, uh, that's an embedded watermark,

a U.S. Treasury watermark.

This is currency-grade paper, Jenn, from the U.S. Mint.

Nice work. I already alerted the Treasury Department.

How many volumes were there in total?

29.

Geez! There's still 26 out there.

At eight bills a sheet,

that's a whole lot of phony money.

So... obviously Quinn lied.

He didn't destroy all the printing components.

No.

Listen.

I have a theory,

and I know you're not gonna like it.

Remember, I was telling you

that we suspected Quinn had a handler,

um, someone who forced him into this.

Well, I believe the same someone is connected to Miles.

Now, I know he was a friend of yours,

but after questioning Justin Wilkes,

I was looking into Miles' financials...

and he was heading toward bankruptcy, Jenn.

Oh, Miles.

Whatever revenue the shop took in

was just feeding his gambling habit.

Also,

Miles asked to review the court files

of all the seized property

that was going up for bid at the auction.

According to him,

well, he was just "double-checking"

to make sure that everything was department-approved.

But I'm almost certain

that he was only doing it so that he could verify

which items originally belonged to Derrick Quinn.

You know, it's odd

that O. Henry bought the art book collection,

but not the encyclopedias.

Well, maybe he and whoever he was buying for

were given bad information?

Glaring error, don't you think?

Well, unless the art books were currency-grade paper, too?

Derrick Quinn knew where everything was hidden,

so is it possible

that he could've deliberately misled his handler?

Possible, but unlikely.

Maybe he confided in his lawyer.

Who represented him at trial?

Thomas Kaine,

who I'm sure advised his client to keep his mouth shut.

Think about it.

If any of the components were found,

it would prove that Quinn lied to the Feds,

which would definitely mean more jail time for his client.

And if he told the handler where the components are...

He would become expendable.

Like Miles.

Greta?

Quinn owned Greta?

Hmm? Oh, the bird that Dani bought.

Ah.

The kaleidoscope?

Frank...

I think I know who O. Henry is!

He was at the auction, he was behind me.

He was bidding on the kaleidoscope.

♪ ♪

You didn't need to send your attack dog.

A simple phone call would do.

I know.

But Owen loves to play fetch.

Is there a problem?

Yes, there's a problem.

I should be printing money by now.

Instead, I'm sitting here empty-handed

with the cops all over me

about Quinn and that screw-up, Wexford.

I warned you Miles was a risk.

Bringing a compulsive gambler into the mix?

What did you expect?

What about the encyclopedias?

The kaleidoscope?

They were on the court file.

Yes, and you were late to the bidding.

That's on you.

I did what you asked.

Every targeted item was on the auction block.

Why isn't there ink on my fingers?

As opposed to blood on your hands?

What?

Are we still in mourning here, Irene?

Did Quinn's sudden passing leave you bereft?

Maybe questioning your loyalties?

Oh, please.

If not for my efforts,

you would not have even known that Derrick hid the components,

or where they were, for that matter.

He was simply a mark, just like his lawyer, Kaine.

Perhaps we were misled?

Misled?

Come on, Irene.

No one gets one over on you.

Are you telling me that they fooled you?

That was a question.

No, that was rude!

What are you two insinuating?

That I have some personal agenda here?

Do you?

Don't be ridiculous.

What do I know about counterfeiting?

Who knows?

Maybe the mark became the mentor here.

Maybe you and Quinn conspired

to reboot the operation on your own,

take a tax-free honeymoon after his parole.

Is that really what you think, Colin?

After all the risks

I've taken for you over the years?

Ah, there's no doubt

you've been a valuable asset, sweetheart.

If you're being straight here...

...then that means

Quinn betrayed us,

or Miles Wexford did.

Sadly, both men died before they could confess their sins.

Do you have any sins to confess, Irene?

Other than participating in this unholy alliance?

No.

Not one.

♪ ♪

Sheesh. Clean-up on aisle one.

Tread carefully, hon'.

Hey. How's the hunt for Leon going?

See that ammo box with the numbers on it?

Mm-hmm.

That's a combat unit.

First Cavalry Division.

Okay. And did you get a name?

No, not yet.

Nah, I think I'm gonna search up "Bronze Star" on the Internet

and print out a list of all the soldiers

who actually got one during the Vietnam War.

My brother, the Internet sleuth.

I asked Irene if she could join us.

Oh, great! Hi, Irene.

Oh, hi, Jennifer.

Hi.

Okay, are we all set?

Mm-hmm.

Oh, Frank...

That guy, right there.

That's gotta be "O. Henry."

Oh, I recognize him, too.

Number 22.

He bid on a few other items.

Well, as we can see,

our suspect is clearly bidding on the kaleidoscope.

Yes, and I recall Miles missed that one.

All right.

Well, I'll send a few images

of O. Henry here off to the FBI.

Hopefully, they can fast-track it

with their facial recognition software.

Well, uh, thanks for coming in, Irene.

That's all we need for today.

Yeah, okay.

- Bye, Irene. Nice to see you. - Bye. You too.

- Thank you. - Thanks.

♪ ♪

Irene?

Thomas?

What are you doing here?

I could ask you the same thing.

Oh, they asked me to identify someone

from the police auction.

Anyone we know?

No, no one to be concerned about.

It is if it concerns Quinn.

I've been hearing talk around the precinct

that there's been a new development

in his homicide investigation.

Don't get all paranoid on me, darling.

And don't "darling" me.

If someone were to make the connection...

"Connection"?

You, me...

what I shared.

I broke attorney-client privilege

by telling you what I knew about Quinn,

his counterfeiting scheme.

I could disbarred.

Thomas... my lips are sealed.

Well, they better be.

Hmm. I don't think I like your tone.

Yeah.

You know, maybe it's best we take a step back.

- What? Irene, no, I just... - Yes.

I think that's for the best.

You know, it's been fun,

but we're done... darling.

♪ ♪

Hi, ladies!

Hi, you!

How's it going?

You're booted up and ready to roll.

You now have a new spreadsheet program,

and I've printed out

some simple step-by-step instructions.

Oh, wonderful.

Wait, there's more.

More?

You also have wireless printing now, too.

Wireless printing? Oh, ho, ho, ho!

Yes. Welcome to the 21st century.

Now if I could just download an app on your phone...

Yeah, here you go.

Adele, thank you so much.

You really should let us pay you for this.

Yes. Absolutely.

Really?

Okay, um, how about covering my student loans?

I'm kidding! I'm happy to help you.

♪ ♪

So, what do you think? Pretty sweet ride, huh?

Um... want my advice?

Bail out now.

Or at least bring in Warren. He's a NASCAR mechanic.

Oh, he's already been by.

In fact, he wrote up a work schedule for us.

Hmm.

Hey, Detective Lynwood!

Did my dad tell you?

We're trying to track down this guy.

He's a combat vet.

We think he may have been the original owner of this car.

He served in 'Nam. Awarded the Bronze Star.

Yeah, first name, Leon. Last name, Ames.

I found his name listed

in the search of Vietnam combat citations,

then I just had to confirm

that he actually served the First Cavalry Division.

I can put you in touch with a friend of mine

who's been volunteering down at the V.A. for years.

Maybe he can help you track your man.

Okay. Yeah, awesome.

Thank you.

See you.

Bail.

Before it's too late.

♪ ♪

Jenn, you okay?

Kaine has to figure into this somehow.

I wonder what he has to say about his client's murder.

As for Miles, well, it turns out,

he didn't actually sell his coins.

He credited them to a Mr. McPhee,

however, three coins were returned.

Why?

Sweetie?

Maybe it's time you call it a day, come to bed.

Oh, yeah, I'll be up in a few minutes.

Don't be long.

There you go, Greta.

You have GPS.

Oh, wow. Good girl.

Just relax now. Do you want your medicine?

Come on, tch-tch-tch!

Yucko. Yucko.

Oh. Here, let me try.

- She took it from me last time. - You're so good with her.

- Hello. - Hello.

What are you doing?

Something is off with Miles' silver dollars.

Look at this. The patina is too smooth.

Are you sure?

Well, check this out.

This is authentic.

I know that, because it's mine.

So, if I put it on the scale...

26.8.

Now let's try Miles' coin.

22.4. That's way lighter.

Mm, yeah. Less weight means less silver.

And if it's more than 5%, it's considered a fake.

But Miles was a stamp and coin expert.

If you could spot a fake, so could he.

Mm-hmm.

Two fakes?

Possibly all three.

Miles got a $5,000 credit for those coins.

So, who's McPhee?

Nobody you want to know.

He was Quinn's handler, wasn't he?

Suspected. Never proven.

What's the connection?

Well, he owns a bar over on Avenue "A".

It's a known front for illegal betting.

And Miles had a gambling problem.

Miles is indebted to McPhee,

so he tries to pay him out with fake silver coins.

McPhee, well, calls him out on it.

so he forces him to be his fixer at the auction.

Well, next thing you know,

Miles is asking my desk sergeant

to "review" all the court seizure records.

And then, at auction,

Miles directs Quinn's property to O. Henry.

Who is more than likely McPhee's buyer.

But then why would Miles want me to buy

the kaleidoscope and the encyclopedias?

Mm, maybe he thought it would be suspicious

if O. Henry was buying all of Quinn's items.

Have you thought about talking to Quinn's lawyer, Thomas Kaine?

Why?

Well, Quinn hired Kaine, Miles hired Irene,

and Kaine and Irene seem pretty friendly.

How friendly?

Matching Claddagh rings, for starters.

Oh, hi, Adele.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Slow down.

Uh, y... where are you?

Okay, you know, I'm here with Detective Lynwood,

and we are on our way.

Irene has been missing for 24 hours.

Adele is in a panic.

Check, please!

Adele, are you okay?

I don't know!

I don't know what's happening.

Her luggage is still in her room,

the car door was open, the keys are on the ground.

Okay, okay, one step at a time.

When's the last time you saw Irene?

Yesterday afternoon.

I tried her cell phone, like, a dozen times.

We're gonna find her, Adele, all right?

Housekeeping hasn't seen her, either,

not since yesterday, so...

Okay, calm down.

Let's let the Detective do his job.

We can wait over here.

Adele?

- Have you contacted Warren? - Yes.

He's still delivering cars.

He says he hasn't seen her either.

♪ ♪

Yeah. This is Lynwood.

I need some CTs over at the Point View Hotel.

Looks like we might have a possible abduction.

Copy that.

This is Logan.

Mr. Shannon?

Yes.

Major Tate. Veteran's Affairs.

Detective Lynwood asked me

to look into someone for you.

Oh! Uh, yes, sir.

Yeah, well, I've identified your man.

We have Leon Ames, Platoon Sergeant.

Bravo Company, First Cavalry.

"Bravo."

Yeah! Yeah, that's him, all right.

I have here a copy here of his D.L.

So, wait. He's still driving, he's still alive,

and he's local?

Affirmative,

but all we can locate is a P.O. box.

It's an honorable thing you're doing, young man.

Thank you.

Who called it in?

An anonymous tip.

The person said they were walking their dog

when they spotted blood.

Walking the dog?

In this area?

Hold on.

I know this place.

This is, uh...

this used to be a former chop-shop.

Yes, sir. I was with you on the raid a few years back.

Looks like it's been abandoned for a while.

Okay.

Let's open this baby.

Well, well, well.

I've been looking all over for you.

All right.

Ready?

♪ ♪

I know this is difficult,

but we need to make an official identification.

Ready?

Let the record show

that the deceased, Irene Fessler,

has been identified.

This is insane!

Who would do this?

We're gonna find out.

I'll check on you later.

Well, Doc?

First impressions?

As stated, Ms. Fessler had been abducted,

and then... murdered.

Her Claddagh ring...

was it among her personal things?

Well, there wasn't one on the morgue inventory report.

Um... no.

All right, thanks, Doc.

I recall you saying

Kaine and Irene had matching Claddagh rings?

And I recall you saying

that Irene was found in O. Henry's van,

a van that was previously owned by counterfeiter Derrick Quinn.

What are you thinking?

Same as you.

There's no such thing as coincidences.

Mm.

♪ ♪

Your due cause to search my car was a bit sketchy, Detective.

Yet...

...we found this in your glove box.

It seems like an exact match to the one you're wearing.

I have no idea how it got there.

Mm.

Unless Irene put it there.

She had a set of keys to my BMW.

Oh, so then, you two were involved?

So, why'd she give it back?

I guess she changed her mind.

She dumped you.

Thanks for sparing my feelings here, Detective.

But let me be equally blunt.

If you're looking for a rejection

or jealousy angle for murder,

you're wasting your time.

I'm just looking for the truth, Mr. Kaine.

Well, then you need to look elsewhere.

A fool for love... that's all you've got here.

"Fool for love."

Okay.

So do you know of anyone who would've wanted to hurt Irene?

You represented Derrick Quinn,

also an open homicide case.

What does he have to do with Irene?

Maybe nothing, but...

did he ever tell you where he hid

the stolen U.S. Mint components?

If he did, I wouldn't be able to tell you.

I'd be violating attorney-client privilege.

Right. But we know they're still out there.

In fact, we found currency-grade paper

amongst his seized property.

Then my former client, God rest his soul,

was not only a thief and a counterfeiter,

but also a liar.

Do you know a Colin McPhee?

I'm a criminal defense attorney, Detective.

Of course I know of Mr. McPhee.

Unfortunately, I could never land the man on retainer.

Did Irene know McPhee?

I have no idea.

What...

...about this man?

Also goes by "O. Henry."

We found Irene's body in a van that he purchased at auction.

Sorry, no.

Listen.

As an attorney representing myself,

I must ask,

am I being charged with anything?

No, not at the moment.

Then we're done here, Detective.

Jenn?

What in the world?

First Miles, now Irene?

I know.

Does Frank have any leads?

Well, Frank thinks her murder could be tied to the auction,

just like Miles.

Miles? I don't understand.

Well, it appears that Miles was coerced

into steering some seized items from a convicted counterfeiter

into the wrong hands.

Dani. Feathers.

Oh, I'm sorry, I had to let Greta out for a minute,

to stretch her wings.

♪ Goodnight, Irene ♪

♪ ♪

♪ I'll see you In my dreams ♪

That's it!

That's the song!

Hello.

It's "Goodnight, Irene."

"Goodnight, Irene"?

I'll bet that feather's a match

to those in Irene's fedora.

Frank, Irene had to know Quinn

before he was convicted for counterfeiting.

How else would Greta know the song?

You know...

you amaze me sometimes.

What's this?

The visitors' log from Quinn's prison.

I requested it from the State right after your call.

Irene Fessler...

Weekly visits?

Oh, my.

Right up until a few days before he was poisoned.

My hunch

is that she was two-timing Quinn and Kaine,

working them for the whereabouts of the missing components.

So then the real question is, who was she working for?

My bet? Colin McPhee.

Hello?

Uh, excuse me?

Hey...

you don't go sneakin' up on a man workin' machinery, son.

- What's wrong with you? - Sorry.

Are you, um, Leon Ames?

Sergeant Leon Ames?

Who wants to know?

I'm Logan Shannon, sir,

and, um...

I believe this belongs to you.

♪ ♪

Hard to believe it's been 50 years

since I was huffing it in country.

Oh, now...

look at these slap-happy fools.

You got, uh... Smithy there,

Duck, Do-Whine...

J.B. Yes, sir.

The Boys of Bravo Company.

And now you have "Bravo Bikes."

Yep.

From warrior to welder, going on 30 years now.

Every person you see working here...

combat vet.

So...

how's my old war horse?

- The Mustang? - Yeah.

Uh, well, she's getting a complete make-over.

Don't go messin' up a classic now.

No. No.

It's strictly a restoration,

you know, all original parts.

May I ask why you sold her?

Ahh... came home from 'Nam.

Had to heal up.

Then Momma got sick,

bills started piling up.

Somethin' had to give,

and it was sittin' out there in the driveway.

Well, I mean, now it's just sitting in my garage,

if you ever want to pay it a visit.

Thank you.

That's very kind of you, young man.

But... memories can be a minefield.

Best to keep moving forward, not back.

Yeah, what about the kaleidoscope?

Forensics says it was clean?

Brass viewing wheels?

I don't know. How many did I give you?

Just the two?

All right.

Bingo.

Gotcha, O. Henry.

This "Shannon" woman, what's her story?

Owns an antique shop.

Her partner bought Greta.

Quinn's cockatoo?

Yeah.

Huh. Perhaps it's time

for you to pay a visit to Mrs. Shannon's shop.

You need to lay low. Go.

Evening, McPhee.

Evening, Detective.

I'm sorry, but my dance card is full at the moment.

So's my warrant.

Colin McPhee, you're under arrest

for conspiracy to commit murder, robbery, and counterfeiting.

Well, now, that's some clever fiction there.

Who wrote it up, O. Henry?

No, your enforcer, Owen Henry O'Neill.

♪ ♪

Hannah, the police need to examine

those kaleidoscope wheels.

Would you mind bringing them over to the shop?

Thank you, sweetheart.

Adele.

Hey, Jenn.

I just wanted to stop by and say thank you and so long.

Oh, are you going back to school?

Yes. In the morning.

Good girl! That's good!

Nice.

So adorable!

I love you.

- You do? - I love you.

Can I have her?

You wanted to pay me for my computer work,

and she loves me.

May we have the night to think about it?

You can call me before you leave.

I will. Thanks.

And despite everything,

I really enjoyed meeting the both of you.

Oh, we enjoyed meeting you, too.

Good luck with everything.

Thanks. Bye.

Take care.

Hey, Frank.

McPhee's coin collection?

Sure, I'll take a look. Where are you?

I'm on my way.

Well, they're Liberty dollars,

and authentic, as far as I can tell.

Okay.

So we have Miles' sales ledger, which connects him to McPhee.

And I can also now connect him to O'Neill,

a.k.a. O. Henry, as well.

And they also bought Quinn's van,

in which you found Irene's body.

Ah, that's enough for some arrest warrants,

but not an indictment.

What about Thomas Kaine?

Yeah, well, he's adamant that he never violated

the attorney-client privilege, as far as Quinn is concerned.

Hmm.

♪ ♪

Frank, next to the table leg there, do you see that?

Frank, that looks like a feather from Irene's fedora.

Well, if you're right,

and Forensics can confirm a match...

...then that puts her here with McPhee

prior to her murder.

Good eye, Jenn.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Lynwood.

Frank, it's Jenn.

I'm parked in front of Rags.

I think I'm being robbed.

All right, stay in your car.

I'll dispatch a unit. I'm on my way.

Okay.

♪ ♪

Ow!

Police! Put your hands up. Turn around!

Let's start with Irene Fessler.

We found her body in a cargo van

that you purchased at the police auction.

The van was stolen two days ago.

I haven't had a chance to report it.

So, I'm curious.

What name were you gonna put it under?

Yours?

O. Henry, or Colin McPhee?

I manage a bar for a man named McPhee.

But that's the end of that story.

Hmm.

Two years ago,

you and your boss cornered a high-level employee

at the U.S. Mint

named Derrick Quinn.

Who?

My guess is he had a serious gambling debt.

So, you and McPhee,

you strong-armed him

to steal some printing components,

and then to set up a counterfeiting mill.

You are really reaching here.

Then Quinn gets busted,

convicted,

and all of his property seized.

Cut to one year later,

you and McPhee find out

that all of his stuff is going up for bid

at the police auction,

and that's when you get a new patsy...

one with a huge gambling debt, to be your inside man.

Your fixer...

Miles Wexford.

Never heard of him. No.

I'm thinking

that you killed Miles

because he sold the encyclopedias

and the kaleidoscope from under you.

That's why you broke into Professor Atkins' study,

right?

Why you broke into Rags-to-Riches,

to get 'em back?

I believe I'm owed a phone call

And my feeling is

that Irene wanted to go into business for herself,

or with Quinn,

and that betrayal is what got them both killed.

And my feeling, Detective,

is that feelings are overrated.

And, having said that,

I think it's time for me to say the magic word.

Lawyer.

Okay.

I mean, if you want to take the hit for McPhee

on a double-homicide rap...

be my guest.

Man.

- Hi, Dani. - Hi.

Where's Greta?

Oh, Drew and I decided to give her to Adele.

Oh?

Yeah.

They just seemed to have such a connection.

Aw.

Mom?

I'm so sorry.

Here are your kaleidoscope wheels.

Thank you.

I will get this to Forensics.

You know, I think

a few of them might be faded or scratched up.

Oh? Which ones?

Uh, definitely that one, and I think a couple more.

Okay.

Okay. I got to go. One more midterm!

- Good luck! - Thank you.

Hey, Dani?

Hmm?

Come take a look at this.

What?

Do you see the tiny black squares?

Right there?

Mm...

Do you see them?

Oh, yes, I do. I see them.

I think they may be the missing microchips.

Let me get on the computer.

What should I type in

for components for printing U.S. currency?

Um, um... "components for printing U.S. currency"?

I need images.

Type "images of components for printing U.S. currency."

You're good.

Oh, thank you.

Here it is.

What?

More like who?

"Hi, Andy. Hi, Alex..."

Andrew Jackson, Alexander Hamilton.

And Ulysses S. Grant.

"Hi, you."

Dani...

I think we just found what everyone's been looking for.

"Hi, Andy. Hi, Alex. Hi, you."

It makes perfect sense!

Greta probably witnessed

all the counterfeiting that Quinn was up to.

So, we have the ways and means to print 10, 20, and $50 bills?

Well, we do, if we have the ink,

the currency paper, and the laser needles.

Do you think Miles knew about this?

I don't know,

but Irene told you she had a buyer

for the kaleidoscope,

and she knew Quinn.

- Oh, no! - What?

Oh, I-I forgot to give Adele Greta's medicine.

- Well, call her. - Yeah.

No. It went right to voicemail.

Maybe she's still in town.

You put that GPS on Greta.

Yes, I did!

Oh... Okay.

It's pinging down in the warehouse district

near Tyler Road.

Okay, um...

Call Frank.

Tell him I'm on my way

to headquarters with the evidence.

Okay.

And I will take the medicine to Adele on my way.

Sounds like a plan.

Whew!

♪ ♪

- Hey, Dani. - Hi, Frank.

I got Jenn's message. I was in the area.

I thought I'd save her a trip to the office.

Well, you're too late. She already left.

She had to take Greta's medicine to Adele.

Where, at the hotel?

Right there.

♪ ♪

Frank, it's Jenn.

Can you meet me right now?

I'm at a storage facility.

It's on South...

You.

What are you doing here?

Making money, hopefully.

Let's take this inside, shall we?

Hey, darlin'...

Hi, you!

Look who's here.

And she comes... bearing gifts.

Ah.

The microchips.

Awesome.

Sure beats trying to create my own printing algorithm.

Saved me a trip, too.

I was about to pay you a visit.

Is this Greta's medicine?

Yes. That's why I'm here, actually.

Ah... the GPS bracelet.

That was dumb of me.

But thanks.

Hi, you!

I can see why you wanted Greta.

Actually, it was the birdcage you were interested in,

wasn't it?

You found...

what in there?

The ink cartridges?

Nosy and smart.

I can respect that.

The tune...

"Goodnight, Irene"...

Derrick Quinn's favorite, I imagine,

for his favorite person?

Second-favorite.

Uncle Derrick was like a father to me, my rock.

Derrick Quinn was your Uncle?

Yes.

And Irene seduced him into a life of crime.

How did you know that Irene was involved in counterfeiting?

Simple.

I hacked her life.

Turns out Irene had a double life...

Event planner and professional grifter.

Did a lot of dirty work for a local crime boss.

Colin McPhee.

So, you two followed Irene's every move...

picking up the crucial printing components

along the way,

and then you eliminated her.

She manipulated my uncle.

Okay? Seduced him.

And Colin McPhee threatened to cripple him

if he didn't steal those components.

They used him, then killed him.

So you killed her.

For the same reason you killed my friend, Miles...

It was to frame Colin McPhee

and his sidekick, O. Henry.

You hacked Irene,

so you must have known

that Miles was doing McPhee's bidding at the auction,

and which items concealed the stolen treasury components.

Yes, and it would've been a lot easier

if your friend had followed McPhee's instructions.

Instead, he goes and sells

the encyclopedias and kaleidoscope.

You broke into Professor Atkins' office?

Easy enough.

But why kill Miles?

He had served his purpose.

And so did his murder.

That's why you left the coins on the desk.

You knew that it would lead

to finding McPhee's name in the sales ledger,

making him a prime suspect.

And your phone call about Irene's disappearance,

that was a hoax.

Again, you staged it to make it look

like McPhee and O. Henry had committed the crime.

Quinn's red van...

You knew that McPhee sent his guy in to buy it,

which meant there had to be something hidden in it.

Yes, ma'am.

The laser needles, as it turns out.

Found 'em tucked under the running boards.

Quite clever.

You planted Irene's Claddagh ring

in Thomas Kaine's car, didn't you?

With Irene dead and the rest of them in jail,

you could proceed with your counterfeiting.

No need to look over your shoulder.

Which brings us to you, Mrs. Shannon.

Like I told your friend, Miles...

it's nothing personal.

Greta, stop!

You got nowhere to run!

Adele, get the lights!

Greta, stop!

That's not Greta.

Drop the gun!

Do it now.

♪ ♪

It looks like you have nowhere to run.

You okay?

Yeah. All good.

Oh, hey!

I see you got her back.

Oh, yeah, we did!

And we finally figured out how to get her to go to sleep.

Chopin's "Nocturnes."

Oh, Frank, you have something for Hannah, remember?

Oh, right.

Yes.

Here you go, Hannah.

It's your kaleidoscope wheels,

minus the ones we had to keep for evidence.

Thanks.

- Come on, you guys. Sit down. - Thank you.

So, Frank, what about the other stolen components?

Well, they're all accounted for now.

Didn't take long for... thank you.

...Warren and Adele to flip on each other,

and the D.A. will be filing multiple homicide charges.

Good.

Oh, and by the way,

"Warren Barnes" isn't his real name.

It's Brandon Till,

and he's wanted down in Texas for assault and grand larceny.

Now tell them the bad news.

Well, Kaine has been cleared of any wrongdoing,

by the Bar Association

and any charges against McPhee

and O'Neill have also been dropped.

So, who poisoned Quinn?

I don't know,

but my money's on McPhee.

Hey, don't worry, Frank. You're gonna nail him one day.

Thanks, Jay.

Oh, excuse me.

Champagne?

- Yes. - Oh, thank you.

It's a nice bird.

Yes, can I help you?

Excuse me, ma'am, I'm looking for a Logan Shannon.

And you are?

Ames, ma'am.

Leon Ames.

Oh! Sergeant.

Well, it is a pleasure to meet you.

Please come in.

Thank you.

Logan?

You have a visitor.

Sergeant Ames.

As you were, young man.

I, uh, I know she looks pretty bad,

but Dad and I, we're... we're making progress.

Tell me straight up, son.

Do you plan on going to college?

Uh, yes, sir. Next year, in fact.

You plan on majoring in auto mechanics?

Uh... no.

Last question.

Do you and your dad have any idea

what you're doing here?

Not a clue, sir.

Then you won't mind an old sergeant

dropping by a couple nights a week

to help out?

Actually, um...

I've got a better idea.

How about I trade you this pink slip

for a custom-made Bravo Electric bike?

Are you kidding me?

I never thought I'd see it again, but...

to just give it to me, that's not fair.

Naw, I can't have a car my first year of college anyway.

I don't know what to say.

Say yes, please, I'm begging you.

Detective?

Do you have a tow truck service on speed dial?

- Doesn't every cop? - There you go.

Sergeant,

thank you for your service, and for cleaning out our garage.

We have champagne inside. Let's go celebrate.