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Announcer: reads words on screen

♪♪
[eerie music]

[footsteps]

[alarm]

[police siren]

[alarm]

Want to bet it's
a false alarm?

I'll check the perimeter.

[alarm]

Door's open.
I'm moving inside.

Copy that.
I'm on my way.

[smoosh]

What the hell?

Oh man.

Oh man.

You're not going
to believe this.

[baby crying]

[phone chimes]

Hudson.

Yeah yeah.

Okay, I'll be
right there.

[baby crying]

Oh, please tell me you weren't
up watching TV all night.

[Rex whines]

What?

Come on.

Time to
go to work.

[Rex barks meekly]

Seriously.

♪♪
[theme music]

Oh, watch your
step, Charlie.

The scene was already
compromised

by the responding
officers.

Same goes
for you, Rex.

-Nice shoes.

I was in the middle of a
5K when the call came in.

I didn't know
you were a runner.

-Yeah.

I like to get out a
few times a week.

I guess we have
that in common.

Who do we
have here?

Joshua Spall.

Forty-three
years old.

His wallet was
in his pocket.

ID and cash intact.

Spall Gallery.

I take it that's
not a coincidence.

-He's the owner.

His jugular was cut
with a short sharp blade.

No weapon's
been found, though.

The camera on the door may
have picked up something.

I'll get
Jesse on it.

[panting]

[sniffing]

Looks like
somebody broke in-

was surprised to see
the victim was still here,

and killed him.

Anything missing?

-Yeah, actually.

According to
Spall's assistant,

a sculpture is gone.

Huh.

That's her there?

-Chloe Shipman.

Arrived a little
while ago-

In shock.

[sniffing]

[barking]

Yeah.

[barking]

What have you
got, buddy?

A short,
sharp blade.

Nice job, pal.

[Rex barks]

♪♪
[theme music]

Charlie: Chloe?

I'm Detective Hudson.

I'm sorry, but I need to
ask you a few questions.

Of course.

Can you tell me
the last time

you saw Joshua
Spall alive?

I left at eight-

like I usually do.

Joshua was finishing
up some paperwork.

And you had
no further contact

until this morning?

He sent
me a text

around 10 PM-

asking me to
come in early.

Could anyone have entered the
premises after you left?

-The alarm sets

automatically during
closing hours.

You need to put the code
in to open the door.

Who has the
door codes?

-Just the
two of us.

Joshua changes
it every week.

What can you tell me

about the piece
that was stolen?

It's part of our
newest show-

the "Phoenix" exhibit.

Phoenix?

He's an up-and-
coming artist.

The pieces are from Veronica
Kaatchi's private collection.

She's the gallery's most
prestigious benefactor.

So she would have worked
close with Joshua?

More like she
dictated to Joshua

what collections
he'd host.

We were supposed
to be showing

her coveted
Basquiat collection.

But she pulled it at
the last minute-

insisting that we show
Phoenix instead.

You ever see
this before?

I'm not sure about
that specific one.

But we do use
box cutters

to unpack
the crates.

Find anything on
the cameras, Jesse?

Yeah. Here.

Have a look.

So the gallery

only has cameras
pointed at the front door.

There are no other
points of entry.

Now here's
the assistant

leaving here at
eight PM sharp.

And then nothing
until three AM.

Hmm.

There's your killer.

Unfortunately, the camera
never catches his face.

What about
when he entered?

Here's where
it gets strange.

He never entered.

What do you
mean, never?

Well, the feed automatically
renews itself

every twenty-four hours.

And in that
time frame,

nobody remotely close

to matching this
guy's build or size

entered the gallery.

Well, I mean he had to
get in somehow.

A window?
Or sky light?

It would have
triggered the alarm.

But I did
find something.

I checked local CCTV
feeds in the area

at the time the alarm
was triggered.

And I saw this

a block away
from the gallery.

Take a look.

Do you see it?

-That's the
stolen sculpture.

My theory
was right.

It was an
art theft.

And Joshua
Spall was just

in the wrong place
at the wrong time.

Sarah: No fingerprints were
found on the murder weapon.

Even with small
particle reagent?

No, the killer

must have used gloves or wiped
it down before dumping it.

Any evidence that
Joshua fought back?

No.

The angle of
incision suggests

the attack came
from behind.

Probably never knew
it was coming.

Give me a
time of death.

Blood analysis puts it

between eight PM
and midnight.

No, more like ten PM
and midnight.

The assistant, Chloe-

mentioned that Joshua had
sent her a text at ten PM.

I was able to confirm that
it came from Joshua's phone.

Okay.
Alright.

Next steps.

Well, we know
the collection

was added at
the last minute.

We need to figure out

why someone would
want to steal that statue.

I think it's time we talked
to Veronica Kaatchi.

-Nah, that's easier
said than done.

I did background.

She's a British citizen.

Extremely wealthy.

Lawyered up
to the gills.

She's also famously
reclusive.

I'm a bit of an
art enthusiast.

And Veronica is like
a legend in that world.

She doesn't like to be
photographed.

Here. Look.

All I could find
was this article

about her recent
buying spree in Europe.

If she's out
of the country-

maybe we can
set up a call.

No, I contacted MI-6,

trying and
gain access.

They told me not
to hold my breath.

Let me try to cut
through the red tape.

I'll see what
I can do.

Thanks, Joe.

-Yeah.

In the meantime-

since we can't
get in touch

with the owner of
the stolen art-

Rex and I will go visit
the next best thing.

Rex!
Let's go.

♪♪
[theme music]

[power grinder]

Detective Hudson.
Major Crimes.

Are you Phoenix?

Sadly, no.

I'm Frederick...

Bouchard... one of
Phoenix's assistants.

I didn't realize artists
had assistants.

Yeah. We're
simply labourers.

Hmm.

[sniffing]

[barking]

What have you
got, buddy?

Huh?

Phoenix: He smells
the Bakelite.

It's a moulding material
I use in my art.

It has a mild
fish odour.

Not my
cup of tea.

But dogs go
wild for it.

You must be Phoenix.

The same.

I assume you're here

about the incident
at the gallery.

Are you talking about
the theft or the murder?

Both.

The theft is a devastating
loss for the art world.

And Joshua-

It's no secret
I wasn't a fan.

But he didn't
deserve to die.

What did you have
against him?

Better question is what
did he have against me?

I mean, for years-

he refused to
display my work.

Can you tell me about
the stolen sculpture?

I called it
Autumn Tears.

It symbolized
death and rebirth.

Well actually-

I was just curious
as to why

the thief chose
it specifically.

Any idea how much it
would have gone for?

Art is subjective.

It's worth whatever a
buyer is willing to spend.

Hmm.

-Or whatever pretty penny

Veronica's collecting
from the insurance on it.

Veronica Kaatchi.

I hear she's a big
supporter of yours.

She has great taste.

It's because of her that my
work is even being shown

in Joshua's gallery.

Huh. How so?

Joshua wanted only the
Banksys of the world.

But Veronica
has her sights

set on the
next big thing.

When was the last time
you were in touch

with Veronica?

This morning,
actually.

She just commissioned
several new pieces.

Think we could give
her a call right now?

[Phoenix laughs.]

[Charlie laughs]

Veronica Kaatchi
contacts you, Detective.

Not the other
way around.

Hey, Sarah.

Cool sneaks!

I meant to
change them.

I went for a run
early this morning.

A run?

See, everybody around
here seems to run but me.

I should really give
it a try sometime.

Why wait?

Company's the
best motivator.

I'll pick you up tomorrow
morning at five.

Five?

Like in
the AM five?

Mm-hmm!

Yeah, is that too
early for you?

No.

No no no.

I'm usually on my third
cup of joe by then.

I'll see you
at five.

That's great.

Okay. Bye.

Hey Jesse.

Yeah.

-There was an art fence

turned informant that worked
with us on a case last year.

Right. The
insurance scam.

-Yes. I need you to

track him down.

He may be
our best chance

to find a back channel to
Veronica Kaatchi.

Sure! I'll see
what I can do.

Thank you.

Five AM.

Really?

Charlie.

You should see this.

So, I was following the
route of the art thief

and built a timeline

using traffic-cam
footage.

You found him?

No no. He
went off road.

And I lost him.

But not before I noticed

something interesting.

Take a look.

Okay.

Two cameras
set three blocks apart.

Spot the difference?

Explain it to
me like I don't.

You're no fun.

I mean, look
at his bag.

Come on!

-The sculpture's
gone in that one.

-Yeah.
Exactly.

Somewhere between
these two cameras,

the sculpture disappeared.

He must've handed it
off to someone,

or stashed it somewhere.

I'm going to need a
map of the area.

Yeah.
You got it.

Good job.

[car roars]

Jesse: Anything yet?

Charlie: No, I've already
searched three blocks.

What do you think?

[barking]

[barking]

What you got, pal?

Huh.

Sarah: It's charred
pretty good.

But I can confirm trace amounts
of oil paint and Bakelite.

That's the scent
that Rex picked up.

Why go to
such lengths

to steal a statue
only to destroy it?

-I don't know.

Maybe the thief
got cold feet.

Or maybe my original
theory was wrong.

I thought that
Joshua was killed

because he interfered
with the robbery.

Maybe it was the
other way around.

What, you think the
sculpture was stolen

to throw you
off the trail?

Exactly.

Maybe Joshua was the real
target the whole time.

Oh. Thank you.

Chloe, thank you
for coming in.

Of course.

Anything to help.

I just wanted to get a
sense of who Joshua was.

We checked into his

[phone chimes]

Oh.

It hasn't stopped ringing

since word got out.

Everyone in the art world
wants to know what's going on.

Understandably.

I like your
phone case.

Oh, thanks.

Are you a fan of the
surrealist movement?

-The- what- I-

I'm more of a
paint-by-numbers kind of guy.

We checked into
his next of kin.

No kids.

No significant other.

The gallery was
Joshua's first love.

Hmm.

Do you know
of any enemies

he might have had?

Personal or professional?

I thought this was about
a stolen sculpture?

Just covering our bases.

The only contentious
relationship

that I know about

is with Hugh Reid.

He was Joshua's partner.

Part-
business partner?

And life partner.

They were together
for years-

Until six months ago.

What happened?

-Joshua wouldn't
talk about it.

I can't imagine Hugh
would ever hurt Joshua.

Well, that often
is the way

with crimes of passion.

No one sees
them coming.

Thanks for your time.

A pleasure.

I heard about
what happened.

But I'm having
trouble accepting it.

Were you still close
with Joshua?

Truthfully, no.

We haven't spoken
since the breakup.

That was his
choosing, not mine.

Mm-hmm.

So you still
cared for him?

Of course.

It was that witch Veronica
who came between us.

Veronica Kaatchi?

Yeah.

How did she factor
into your relationship?

Every gallery owner
wanted her support.

And Joshua somehow
made the cut.

To gain access to
her collection,

Joshua had to
run his gallery

according to
her every whim

and fancy.

Mmm.

-I made the mistake
of standing up to her.

A few days later-

Joshua broke it
off with me.

And you think that
she put him up to it?

Oh, I know
she did.

She probably threatened
to cut all ties with him

if he didn't.

So what did you do?

Tried to start up
my own gallery.

But I soon learned I
was blacklisted.

Veronica holds a
lot of influence.

I had to close after
just three months.

And it nearly
bankrupted me.

I'm done with
all that now.

Do you think Veronica
is capable of murder?

I'd say that woman
is capable of anything.

Ahhh.

Oooh.

Ahhh.

Hey!

You okay there?

Yeah!
Yeah yeah yeah.

Sarah took me on a
run this morning.

Oh!

You stretched first, right?

That's a
thing you do?

No, I didn't.

Yeah.

Okay look- I have
something to show you.

I've been trying to find
photos of Veronica Kaatchi.

And let me tell you,
she is no selfie queen.

I mean,
shot after shot-

she manages to
avoid the camera.

This is the only image
I can find of her

that actually
shows her face.

Hmm. How
recent is this?

It's 20 years.

But I think I know
how to get to her.

How?

Well, an informant
told me

about an art auction
happening tonight-

three hours
down the coast.

And Veronica Kaatchi

will be selling a few
high-end pieces there.

Doesn't mean
she'll be there.

-True.

But apparently they're unveiling
some recently-discovered

Rembrandt sketch. And I'm told
that everyone who's anyone

wants a
crack at it.

Rembrandt.

Oh, he was the guy who painted
the sunflowers, right?

Wrong.
I think.

I don't know art.

But our guy

has arranged
for you and a guest

to attend the
auction as buyers.

And you'll also be
put up overnight

at the estate where the
auction is being held.

Who should I take
as my plus one?

I suggest finding someone

who knows more about
art than you do.

Oh, I know the
perfect person.

[Rex whines inquisitively]

A Gourley-!

And a Petrovitch in
the same room?

Mmm.

There's some high-end
pieces in here.

So what
do you say?

You in?

Oh, I don't know.

I've got a bit of a backlog
to get through in the lab.

Okay, that's fine. Just-

Are you insane?

Of course I'm in.

But we can't-

We can't
go like this.

We need to
look the part.

Uh-

What's wrong
with my look?

♪♪
[theme music]

Let's go, buddy.

So what do
you think?

I love my job.

[Charlie and Sarah chuckle]

Shall we?

This is a good
look for you.

Yeah, you clean up
well yourself-

you know-
for a lab nerd.

[Sarah laughs]

Rex, let's go.

Charlie: Maybe you can get
something for yourself!

Sarah: On my salary?

[Gavel]

Sold for $90,000!

[applause]

Anyone look like
a Veronica to you?

[Rex whining]

Hmm?

Yeah- rich people look
all the same to me too.

Dogs are not allowed
on the auction floor.

He's my emotional
support dog.

I can't function
without him.

Our next piece
up for bidding

is a sculpture from
the Kaatchi collection-

Shrinking Violets.

A new work by Phoenix.

I'll start the
bidding off at 8,000.

Eight.

I have eight.
Now, ten.

Now 10,000. Ten.

And 20?

And 20 I have.

20, and 30?

30. 30,000? 30.

30 and 30.
We'll go to 30 now.

30 to the gentleman
in the back.

And 40. We'll go
to 40 now.

Oh!
-No.

40,000.

40. 40 I have.

Oh thank God.

I thought
you had it.

Any luck with Veronica?

Looks like
she's a no-show.

And 70 and 70-

And 70 I have.

Now 80,000.

Or fashionably late.

80,000.

Going once, going twice...
[gavel]

Sold for $70,000!

[applause]

70,000?

Seem a little steep?

Yeah, well it pays
to have your work

at the centre of a
murder investigation.

That's starting to
sound like a motive.

A $70,000 one.
-Huh.

Our next item
up for bid is-

[gasping]

What did I miss?

[applause]

So good to
see you all.

My apologies, darling.

Wait, I thought
you said

this photo was
twenty years old?

It is.

What? Wow!

Someone's had some
impressive work done.

Veronica: And if you
could get my things

and put them together
for me in the morning-

Excuse me, Ms. Kaatchi.

Could we have a
quick word in private?

I don't think so.

What if I
say please?

Well! Alright then.

Shall we?

Charlie: So you've
been avoiding us.

Ah, I haven't heard
anything about it.

You had no idea we were
trying to reach you?

I have a lot
of people

that shield me from
unpleasantness.

That's what this is
about, isn't it?

Joshua?

You don't seem
very upset.

Oh, that must
be the Botox.

I was devastated
when I found out.

I had a great deal of
respect for that man.

Hugh Reid paints a
different picture.

Hugh Reid is a
paranoid curmudgeon.

He seemed to think that I was
coming between him and Joshua.

You weren't?

-[laughs]

No.

Their breakup had
nothing to do with me.

He knew I was
interested in Phoenix,

and yet kept refusing
him gallery space.

So- I stepped in.

That's it?

Seems rather petty.

Well, what good is
money and influence

if you don't
wield it?

Server: Oh, sir.

I can't let you in
without an invitation.

No, I'm not staying.

I just need to have a quick
word with one of the guests.

And when you say that you
were interestedin Phoenix-

is that artistically
-or physically?

Must it really be one
or the other, Detective?

Hugh: No, you're
not listening to me.

I told you.

I'm not staying!

Just five minutes
to talk to someone.

Server: Let's just
take this outside.

Excuse me.

Veronica!

Rex!

Hugh: I've been
looking for you!

[Rex barks]

Oh!

Ugh!

[Rex growling]

What are you
doing here, Hugh?

I thought you were
done with art.

So did I.

After we talked

it brought back a lot
of pent-up resentment.

I knew Veronica
would be here.

And I needed
to confront her.

You drove three hours
to yell at someone?

Not yell.

Talk.

Face to face.

That woman
ruined my life.

And I want
an explanation.

She owes me that.

How'd you know she
was going to be here?

Well just because
I left the scene-

doesn't mean I lost
all my contacts.

Well you should
go home.

Okay?

Whatever explanation you're
looking for from Veronica

You're not getting
it here tonight.

Fine.

Charlie: Oh, yeah.

Rex.

You ready
to eat like a king?

There you go.

[cheering]

[Rex barks]

No.

We always watch
your TV show.

I'm picking this time.

[bark]

Okay, fine! Fine.

[dog barking]

[screeching]

We're getting separate
rooms next time.

Charlie: Morning.

Sarah: Hey!
How'd you sleep?

Uh, comfy bed.

But I never
sleep well

with Rex in
the room.

He snores.

[Sarah laughs]

You know you do.

[Rex whines]

Your chariot awaits.

Let's go, Rex.

Sarah: Hey!

Isn't that Hugh
with Veronica?

I thought you told
him to go home.

I did.

-They look pretty chummy.

Be right back.

Veronica.

That's okay.
It's alright.

-I just saw you talking
with Hugh Reid.

Oh!

You're back on
friendly terms?

As a matter
of fact, yes.

He came to me

with an intriguing
business proposal.

What kind of proposal?

Well, you see

Joshua took out a sizeable
mortgage on the gallery, so-

Hugh suggested I
buy it from the bank

and let
him run it

as a way to
honour Joshua.

You don't strike me as
the sentimental type.

Oh, but I am.

The Spall Gallery holds a very
special place in my heart-

For making me a hell of
a profit over the years.

Ah.

Anything else, Detective?

No.

Great.

Please.

Thank you.

What? What do
you think?

-I just can't
see her

being involved
in Joshua's death.

Not directly.

There's no profit
in it for her.

Welcome back, Detective.

Your dog has a
good eye for art.

[Rex sniffing]

Not really.

He thinks it's
a hydrant.

I just have a couple
of questions.

You use box
cutters to sculpt?

Only for the
fine detail work.

It's a lot busier
in here today.

Yes, I've had several
new commissions

over the last
few days.

Right after Joshua
was killed?

And your art was
part of the story.

It's not how
I saw myself

moving up to
the next level.

But I'm more than
willing to embrace it.

You want to tell
me where you were

the night Joshua
was murdered?

Am I a suspect?

How thrilling.

But alas.

I have half a
dozen assistants

who will confirm I
was here working.

This sculpture was
at the Spall Gallery.

How did it get
back here?

It's a re-creation,
Detective.

A sister sculpture of
the one at the gallery

identical in every way.

No, not totally exact.

The base is larger
on the original.

You're mistaken.

I know my pieces
inside and out.

It's exact.

Chloe: What was it you
wanted to see?

Phoenix insists
that he made

an exact replica
of this sculpture.

But I swear

the base on this
one is larger.

What do you think?

Uh-

Yes, it does seem
slightly wider.

[Rex sniffing]

I don't think your dog
should be doing that.

-Something got his attention.

[scratching]

What have you
got, buddy?

It's a Trojan Horse.

Or a Trojan-

whatever this is
supposed to be.

What are you
talking about?

This is how
the killer

suddenly appeared
in a locked room.

He came in
with the art.

Oh.

[Rex barking]

What's in here?

We reserve this space

for our permanent
collection.

Mostly older, more
valuable works.

[barking]

Oh oh!

That's a Marc
Lagache.

Easily the most
valuable work here.

It would probably fetch-two
to three million at auction.

Well, he's not admiring
the brush strokes.

It smells slightly fishy

Like the Bakelite at
Phoenix's workshop.

That's impossible.

Oh my God.

What?

A big part of this
painting's value

is its incredible history.

Its provenance
was documented

by the labels on the
back of the canvas.

Okay.

So what's the problem?

This canvas is blank.

It's a forgery.

Sarah: The smell
Rex detected

was definitely Bakelite

which, it turns out, can be
melted down and mixed with paint

to create an
aged effect.

Even the canvas was
aged artificially.

Charlie: It's a
professional job.

Besides the hint of smell
that Rex picked up on-

it was perfect.

Donovan: So if this is all part
of some sort of elaborate plan-

how does Joshua
fit into it?

Jesse: Maybe he doesn't.

Maybe we're
just back to

Joshua being at the wrong
place at the wrong time.

And the stolen sculpture?

Charlie: A distraction.

We go chasing
the sculpture.

And the true theft goes
unnoticed for months

maybe years.

There is still
one mystery

that's been
nagging at me.

How did the killer go so
long without peeing?

[Rex whines inquisitively]

Charlie: Well, I'll
be sure to ask him

when I
bring him in.

The trap door in the
sculpture's design

narrows our list of
suspects dramatically.

Phoenix.
-Yeah.

He had a solid alibi.

But he created
the sculpture.

He had to
be involved.

Rex, let's go.

Phoenix: I don't know
anything about a trap door.

I make art,
not magic tricks.

But you said
it yourself.

You know all your
pieces inside and out.

Look, I really don't know
anything about a trap door

because I
didn't build it-

merely designed it.

-Right.

What was it your assistant
Frederick called you?

The architect?

Art starts
as a vision.

I let the others do the bulk
of the physical labour.

But in the end,

it's still my vision.

So who really built
the sculpture?

-Funny you should
mention Frederick.

I believe this was
mostly his work.

Was he here
working with you

the night that
Joshua died?

Actually, he
called in sick

the day that we installed
the collection at the gallery.

Why?

You don't think-

[motorcycle engine]

[squealing tires]

[squealing tires]

[screeching tires]

[car horn]

[police siren]

[skidding]

Good thing you like
cramped spaces.

[Rex barks]

You're going to
love your jail cell.

Frederick: I didn't
kill anyone.

Charlie:
C'mon, Frederick.

We're way
past this.

We have your fingerprints
and your DNA

all over the inside
of that sculpture.

That was really
smart, actually.

The base of
that sculpture

was designed
to be solid.

But you made
it hollow.

So even with
you inside-

it would weigh
the same.

Then all you had
to do was sit tight

and wait for your
chance to move.

Hmm?

How long have you
been planning this?

It wasn't my plan.

Whose plan was it?

Huh?

Phoenix?

-No.

Hugh Reid.

So he cooks
up a plan

to steal an expensive
work of art,

and get a little
bit of revenge

against his ex
at the same time?

And I'm telling you,

I didn't kill
Joshua Spall.

I was only there to
steal the painting

and replace it
with a forgery.

Hugh said he was
lining up a buyer.

And I'd get 15 percent
of the selling price.

Well, that is
a big cut.

I could open
my own studio.

I'm ten times the
artist Phoenix is.

Well that dream died

the moment you stuck a box
cutter into Joshua's neck.

That wasn't me.

Hugh must be
setting set me up.

I take the fall
for the murder.

And he keeps my
cut of the painting.

Mmm.

Hugh never entered
or exited the gallery.

But you did.

I'm telling you.

The first time
I saw Joshua,

he was already
dead on the floor.

I'm not a killer.

Listen to me, Frederick.

Your hiding place
was not sound-proof.

You would have
heard something.

I had earbuds in.

It would've been unbearable
in there without music.

I'm not convinced.

Wait!

What?

I was carrying
a gun.

Not for anything.

Just for protection
if things went bad.

Why would I use a box
cutter if I had a gun?

Where's the gun now?

It's at Hugh's place,

in the backpack
where I left it

with the rolled up
painting inside.

Wait.

You're- you're telling me

that Hugh is still in
possession of the painting?

Not for long.

Some Russian
power player.

Hand-off's happening tonight.

Where?

[car engine]

Hey, Charlie.

Coast Guard told me they're
tracking a private vessel

near your position.

It could be the Russian.

Any word on
Frederick's backpack?

-Yeah, Donovan sent a
team to Hugh Reid's place.

They found the backpack
with the gun inside.

So it's being processed.

But there was no
sign of the painting.

Huh.

Hold on.

There's a car approaching.

Looks like they're sending
a tender to the dock.

The tender is about
six minutes out.

Ah. Our
Russian buyer.

At least Frederick was
right about that part.

I've got eyes
on Hugh.

Easy, buddy.
Not yet.

-It's about four
minutes out.

I'm looking at three
people on board.

Okay.

Close off the roads.

But be discreet
about it.

Got it.

What the hell is
this guy doing?

No idea.

The guy's in
the wrong spot.

I'm calling
him off now.

Wait a second.

I think he's spooked.

Hi. Yeah, it's me.

It's not good.

No.

Target's on his cell.

Can you track
who he's calling?

I think I
already know.

The tender's heading
back to the ship.

They're calling it off.

Damn it.

Easy, pal.

Charlie: Hugh Reid!
You're under arrest!

Get down to
the ground!

Now!

Go. Rex!
Go!

[Rex barks]

He's trying to
dump the evidence.

[Rex barking]

Ugh!

Uhh.

I told you he took it
easy on you last time.

That painting
was my ticket

to finally
being a player.

Especially with Joshua
out of the way.

I didn't want that.

Hmm?

-Look, I thought if I gained
some cachet of my own-

that he would
want me back.

I should never have
brought Frederick into this.

That little weasel.

Why did you choose
him, anyway?

I saw his work.

I knew he could create
a convincing forgery.

And I knew he
was ambitious.

Hmm. Like you.

I didn't realize he
was capable of murder.

Huh. That's funny.

Because he's convinced

that you killed
Joshua yourself.

That's preposterous.

Is it?

-I was nowhere near
the gallery that night.

I was madly looking
for a buyer.

Stolen art is harder to
move than I thought.

That's why you went

to see Veronica
at the auction.

I had to dump
the painting fast.

It was too hot
after the murder.

I asked Veronica
to buy it.

She said no,

but offered to set me
up with the Russian-

for a finder's fee.

She wanted a
cut of the profit?

A large cut.

I had no choice
but to accept.

Donovan: What
do you think?

We have them for the
forgery and the theft.

But not the murder.

It had to be
Frederick.

Mmm.

He was there.

And he had access
to a box cutter.

But why kill
him up close-

where Joshua
could fight back?

Why not just
use the gun?

You sure he
had it with him?

His fingerprints
were all over it.

-Yeah, that's not enough

to prove he was carrying it
with him at the gallery.

Jesse: I've gone over every
scrap of data we've assembled-

for hours.

And there's no
trace of a gun.

Let's look at it with
some fresh eyes.

Yeah.

Okay.

Wait wait wait wait.

Are you still in pain
from your run with Sarah?

No, actually.

It's all new pain.

Sarah said she enjoyed
the company so much that

she wants to run
with me more often.

So maybe, if you're
cool with it-

kill me- now?

I still need
you for a bit.

Okay.

Let's go through this
from the start, hey?

-Yeah.

Alright.

-No no.
That's too far back.

-Okay.

Let's go from- the-

Wait wait wait.

Zoom in on her back
pocket right here.

It's just her phone.

-No.

I've seen her
phone case.

She has some surrealist
painting on it.

Well, if it's not her
phone, whose is it?

Who would have
thought that one gallery

would have see two unrelated
crimes on the same night?

I don't know
what you mean.

That's not your phone.

It's Joshua's.

And after you
killed him-

you took it
with you.

Why would
I do that?

To create the
perfect alibi.

Your fingerprints
were all over it.

Of course they are.

I used to update his schedule
for him all the time.

-You took the
phone with you.

And then you sent
yourself that text message

The one asking you
to come in earlier.

You came back
the next morning-

when our team
was there.

And you left the phone
where forensics could find it.

No.

You didn't know

that the same night
of the murder-

that the gallery
would be robbed.

But you used it
to your advantage.

Didn't you?

Why did
you do it?

Joshua was a tyrant.

Impossible to work for.

What's this?

What the
hell is this?

I had an interview for a curator
position at the art museum.

My dream job.

I knew that Joshua
wouldn't support me.

So I wrote a reference
letter in his name-

and forged his signature.

He was furious.

How dare you
betray my trust?

You're done, Chloe.

You hear me?

He fired me and told me he
was going to call the museum

first thing in
the morning.

You can forget
about the museum.

When I'm
done with you-

you'll never find an open
door in a gallery room again.

-I don't even remember
what happened.

Next thing I knew-

I was holding a
bloody box cutter.

You were still
level-headed enough

to wipe and
stash the blade.

Not to mention
the phone trick.

I just wanted a
change in my life.

I think you're about
to get your wish.

Hey.

Have you seen Jesse?

I want to see if he's free
tomorrow morning.

My guess is he's
hiding from you.

What do you mean?

He hates running.

What?

Then why did he
come with me?

He just doesn't want
to hurt your feelings.

A murder and
an art theft.

Two cases wrapped up
for the price of one.

We aim to please.

Right, Rex?

[Rex barks]

-You know, the only thing that
would have made it better

is if we were able to wrap
up that Russian buyer

in the net too.

But- well, I guess that's
too much to ask for.

Oh, before I forget,

I just got the expense
report for your little trip.

I thought the rooms were
comped for auction guests.

-Yeah.

The rooms were.

But the mini-bar
was not.

Anyone want
to tell me

who ate three
tins of caviar?

Don't look at me.

Why would I want to eat
overpriced fish eggs?

Definitely not me.

[Rex whines innocently]

[Donovan sighs]

How was it?

Delicious.

I won't tell
if you don't.

[Rex barks]

Burning the midnight oil?

-Oh, hey.

Yeah, I was
bummed about

not catching the Russian.

But I was able to track down
some satellite imagery

of the ship's deck.

How did you manage to-?

Oh, trust me.

You don't
want to know.

But here.

Take a look at this.

That's Veronica Kaatchi.

She's working
with the Russian?

Well I'm actually
starting to think

that she is
the Russian.

Or more specifically-

There was never any Russian.

What makes
you say that?

Well the boat's
ownership traces back

to a European company
with ties to Veronica.

And I'm starting
to think that

maybe she
created the Russian

as a means to
buy stolen art

but still keep
her hands clean.

Okay, well I'll
alert Interpol.

That might help
connect her

with more stolen art.

Hey. Did you show
this to Charlie?

No, not yet.
He went home.

Said he had
somewhere to be

early in the morning.

[Rex barks]

[Rex barks]

No way, buddy.

[Rex barks]
-No!

No, you need to
get some sleep.

[Rex barks]

It's not going to
happen, pal, okay?

We've got to be up bright
and early tomorrow.

Yeah?

Goodnight, Rex.

Even when you're
feeling lazy

you can
still get lazy.

Free delivery right
to your doorstep-

with the purchase of a
dozen or more donuts!

Nothing tempts

like Donut Temple!

Charlie: You always work
out before you run?

-Yeah, of course.

You don't?

Sure!

Yeah.

So what'd
you tell Jesse?

Oh I told him I was taking
some time off from running.

I think he knew
I was lying.

Trust me.

He's glad
that you did.

I guess I was enjoying having
a running partner so much-

I didn't realize that
he wasn't enjoying it.

Well, I think you'll find your
new partner much more capable.

Rex!

-Hey!

You're coming too!

Just have him
back by nine.

Wait.

You're not-
You're not coming?

Of course I am.

Just kidding.

You had me for
a second there.

-Yeah.

You think you
can keep up?

-Please. I'm going to
leave you in the dust.