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In New York City's war on crime

the worst criminal offenders are pursued

by the detectives of the Major Case Squad.

These are their stories.

Don't you put me off, Bernard.

I've been trying to reach you all morning.

I can't do this over the phone.

I'm coming down to the city...

Yes, it's that important.

The prototype just arrived.

You should be very proud.

Gloria, I...

I've got to go home.

Kid emergency and I...

I'll see you tomorrow.

MAN: Americans always panic.

Don't patronize me.

This is potentially ruinous to both of us.

Who else knows?

She didn't say.

My impression is it's new information.

I don't think she told anybody else.

Will she take money?

It's not about that with her.

She's worried about her reputation.

Okay.

Okay what?

I'll help you.

I have to go back to the studio tonight.

Again? Bernie...

Listen, could you not... - Could I not what?

We've been talking for months now

about your taking on less work.

I'm still tied up with a few things.

Bernie, you're exhausted all the time

and stressed out.

It's not worth it.

So we have less money.

Big deal.

You know?

Big deal.

(buzzer sounds)

Oh, I'm sorry.

I couldn't find a cab and...

I thought this was going to be private.

Mr. Langer knows all about it.

I'm sure we can sort this out like civilized people, my dear.

That's hard to imagine with the position you've put me in.

This can work

to your advantage.

(buzzer sounds)

Now who's that?

Bernard? Bernard, where are you?

Didn't you hear the phone--

Oh, my God...

¶

The wife ID'd this one.

Bernard Jackson, some kind of art authenticator.

My L.T. thought we should call you guys

on account of the art angle.

This one's about art?

You better call the mayor, too.

The wife said that's her husband's .38,

which he kept for protection.

She doesn't know the hanging beauty.

"Anne Ellis."

I.D. from the Champlain Museum of Art up in Troy.

She's the curator.

Pictures, car keys, hotel passkey.

What's Mrs. Jackson's story?

Bernard here was working late.

When he didn't come home in the morning

she cabbed it down here.

Found everything as is.

She's got gunpowder on the right one.

We'll do a test just to be sure.

Yeah, test her shirt and sleeve.

I want to see the dispersal pattern.

And check the box cutter near the spool for prints.

Popular opinion's got this pegged as a murder-suicide.

Well, never trust opinion polls.

This rope is frayed down to here.

She was hoisted up?

GOREN: Could be.

MAN: The fraying doesn't mean anything

one way or the other.

Does this mean anything?

Glasses are missing.

Yes. Probably washed.

Tell the M.E.'s to run a tox

on both victims for alcohol and sedatives.

Well, I think we're ready to see Mrs. Jackson.

I've just been told they want to check my hands for gunpowder

as if I shot Bernie.

It's just a routine procedure.

Well, it's not routine for me.

I don't know what I'm going to do now.

We're very sorry for your loss.

The dead woman's name

is Anne Ellis.

She's the curator at a museum up in Troy.

Your husband ever mention her?

No.

Maybe he was doing some work for her.

Are you sure their relationship was strictly professional?

It had to be.

Four months ago, my husband had prostate surgery.

It affected his...

Nothing we tried worked.

He was planning

to slow down.

Maybe go back to teaching at the Art Institute.

The surgery really scared him.

Why would that woman do this to him?

You say "double homicide."

This test says the dead woman's hand was positive for gunpowder.

The back-blast pattern's all wrong.

There was no residue on her shirt.

And the M.E.'s found enough Ruphinol in her system

to knock out a horse.

Does it work the other way?

He slips her a mickey, strings her up

and then shoots himself?

Doesn't jibe with the blast pattern around his wound.

Double homicide it is.

How about Jackson's wife?

No gunpowder on her.

And her doorman has her home until 6:00 in the morning.

And Anne Ellis's husband

was home in Troy all night with their kid.

That checks out with the calls he made

to her hotel during the night.

All right, I'm going to give this one last shot.

This guy kept a lot of art in his workshop...

I saw a Tibetan thangka

worth over 100 grand, a Goya etching worth

half a mil easy.

A Chinese blue-and- white moon vase

worth 200 grand.

A lot of stuff that would have been easy pickings in a robbery.

All my favorite theories shot to hell in 60 seconds.

Anything in her hotel room?

An overnight bag, no sexy lingerie.

There's a Mr. Ellis here.

Says he's supposed to talk to you.

She was found hanging in the workshop of Bernard Jackson.

She had been drugged.

What was she doing there?

EAMES: We were hoping you could tell us.

I don't know who Bernard Jackson is.

This was a business trip for the museum

kind of last minute.

She made a lot of business trips to the city?

The last few months, every couple of weeks.

She'd found these donors

who were giving a painting to the museum.

A Monet.

A painting like that

that's quite a coup for a small museum.

It was very important to her.

She spent a lot of time sucking up to these people.

I thought that's who she was seeing

last night.

You know their names?

Blunt.

Rachel and Bill, I think.

Annie said they had a big place on Fifth Avenue

just up from the Met...

(weeping): Oh, God...

What the hell happened to her?

EAMES: She didn't call you at all that day?

No, neither did Bernard.

Bernard Jackson... you knew him as well?

He authenticated the Monet when we bought it.

GOREN: You bought it at auction?

No, from a collector in Europe.

Whose idea was it to donate it to the Champlain Museum?

Rachel spent her summers in the area,

thought it would be a nice gesture.

Bernard gave me the idea.

He said places like the Met

have more art than they know what to do with.

But up in Troy...

Our little Monet

would be a star.

That's what Bernard said.

You like art, Detective?

I like this.

It's a La Chaise. Bronze.

One of only three cast from the mold.

How do you know?

Does it have a number on the bottom?

Uh, there's no number.

It's just a documented fact.

EAMES: Were you aware

Jackson and Ms. Ellis knew each other?

MRS. BLUNT: Well, they met

because of our Monet.

But we didn't know how well they knew each other.

Oh.

You think there was something going on there?

Well, murder-suicide speaks for itself, doesn't it?

Certainly does.

When's the last time

you spoke with Ms. Ellis?

A few days ago.

There was supposed to be a little ceremony

to dedicate the new gallery.

But she said it was going to have to be postponed

a couple of weeks.

She say why?

Um, some problem with the contractor.

They botched the lighting.

Right. It's a Monet.

It's all in the lighting.

Thank you.

They're simply investigating the tragic end

of a tragic love affair.

He tried to pretend he didn't,

but one of them knew a lot about art.

And where did he come by this knowledge?

At the police academy?

Come on, William.

Even the art world doesn't know a lot about art.

You said nothing could go wrong.

Nothing has gone wrong.

Jackson just could not keep it in his pants.

How could he have been so stupid,

getting involved with that girl?

Look on the bright side.

If anything does go wrong, we can always blame Jackson.

He's hardly in a position to deny it.

EAMES: It's beautiful.

Yeah, the Impressionists are too pretty.

Right, you probably like

those, sweaty naked people in the next room.

Lucien Freud? As a matter of fact, I do.

You can't put that stuff in your home.

You can't live with it.

Well, I'm not interested in living with it.

I'm interested in thinking about it.

Hello.

I see you found our treasure.

Exquisite, isn't it?

It's beautiful.

It's destined to be Annie's legacy, I'm afraid.

She worked so hard to line up the donation,

the funding to build this gallery.

She had a lot riding on it.

Well, we're not a rich museum.

The added security alone is a burden.

But a $10 million gift will put us on the map.

We heard the gallery dedication

was postponed because of a lighting problem.

The lighting? Oh, no.

No, the Blunts had a last-minute conflict.

Annie was adamant we couldn't go ahead without them.

Uh, could we see her office?

Mm-hmm.

GLORIA: I can't tell you

how shocked we were.

Annie was the last person we

expected to, well, you know...

Die?

I mean, in those circumstances.

I can only imagine how her husband must feel.

Have you heard of the Vaughn-Dixon Chem-Test Company?

No.

They're in New Mexico.

They sent Annie a receipt

to test paint chips from an oil painting.

I don't see why. We use two companies

here, in New York and in New Jersey.

Well, she probably didn't want anyone

to know she was having tests done.

This says that the test on the paint was inconclusive.

What paint?

Well, apparently, Annie thought

your exquisite Monet might be an exquisite fake.

The museum just let you take that painting?

With the help of a court order.

They're afraid of looking like idiots

if it turns out it's a forgery.

If it is, it's a damn good one.

The paints were handmade by grinding

naturally-occurring minerals

and mixing them with linseed oil.

It's just the way Monet would've done it.

You found cadmium red in the paint.

Didn't they use vermilion back then?

Only until 1872.

It's four years before the date of this painting.

"Green specks of unknown origin."

Yeah, well, we're still working on that one.

Maybe Madame Monet dropped some

green beans in the paint bucket.

What about the canvas?

Mid-19th century.

Forgers take paintings by unknown artists

of the same period, strip them down

to the canvas and paint over them.

Then what would've tipped off Annie

that it might be a fake?

The craquelure of the paint varnish.

When it ages naturally, the cracks are uneven.

When it's aged artificially, the cracks have

a uniform pattern, like this.

You did your homework.

Yeah.

Okay, here's how it works.

1945 on...

uh, Hiroshima, Nagasaki, A-bomb tests.

Worldwide radiation levels go through the roof.

Radiation is absorbed by every living thing--

including linseed-- which finds its way

into oil paints mixed after 1945.

Paintings made after 1945 have a higher radiation level.

Which this one shouldn't have, but does.

This Monet was painted at least 30 years after Monet died.

Wouldn't he be surprised.

KATHERINE: If he knew who the previous owner was

I'm sure he wrote it down

but I couldn't tell you where he kept those records.

Do you think that's who killed Bernie?

Seeing as they sold a forgery

to the Blunts for millions of dollars

they have a pretty good motive.

You're not saying Bernie knew it was a forgery?

Our experts think he did.

We're sorry.

He could've been fooled.

It could've been an honest mistake.

Why, he's made mistakes before?

He used to work almost exclusively

for an insurance company.

Last year, it was discovered a rare Greek statue

he authenticated for a museum in Los Angeles

turned out to be a Roman copy.

And the company let him go.

It worked out for the best.

He was making more money freelancing.

For RSL Galleries.

Among others.

He authenticated the Monet for them.

They must've handled the sale.

We got 11 invoices to RSL,

a half dozen to other clients.

Totals just over a hundred grand.

No, that can't be right.

Bernie put almost a million dollars

into our accounts over the last year.

From his art business?

Yes.

LANGER: This report is unreliable.

The radiation test didn't lie, Mr. Langer.

Americans are so impressed

with science, when it's as much myth as religion.

There's also the cracking of the paint varnish.

Again, a matter of opinion.

You'll forgive me if I credit my expertise--

as well as Bernard's-- with a bit more

authority than some stupid machine.

Then you're not worried that the other paintings

that Jackson authenticated might be forgeries?

Not at all.

Then where did the paintings come from?

From European sellers who wish to remain anonymous.

How about a list of the paintings

and the American buyers?

That information is also confidential.

EAMES: Americans are also impressed

with other things, like subpoenas.

We'd be glad to show you

how impressive they can be.

There is nothing in life I enjoy quite as much

as being threatened by a beautiful woman.

Let me get you that list.

Wow. Monet's Spring Violets was in the Albertina Museum

in Vienna in 1935.

The painting was on loan

from a private collection, Ursula and David Liebermann.

Lesen sie Deutsch?

Ya, ausreichend.

I learned in the Army.

This day is ever more delightful.

GOREN: Is that

where you got the painting from, the Liebermann family?

No, they all met an unfortunate end.

Wonderful collections they had.

Very tragic.

Here's your information.

Six months ago, Langer sold Rainy Night by Pissaro.

What's the next painting?

A Cezanne.

Here. Rainy Night by Pissaro

property of the Abraham Family, Linz, Austria, 1936.

Stone Road by Cezanne,

property of the Sternberg family

Vienna, 1938.

Mr. Langlois by Renoir

property of Julius Schkolnick, Vienna, 1937.

Langer's paintings were owned by Jewish families.

And they all met "an unfortunate end."

WOMAN: We have the most extensive list

of stolen Jewish art,

thanks ironically to the Nazis themselves.

They kept very precise records.

Uh-huh, here's one.

Let me just check something...

GOREN: How come alarms

didn't go off when this Monet went out on the market?

These were private sales.

We never knew they were on the market.

Here...

Are those the paintings on your list?

They're all there.

What's this list from?

The manifest of a U-boat that sank in the North Sea in 1945.

All your paintings were on board,

presumably on their way to South America.

What I don't understand

is how could anyone recover these masterpieces

from the bottom of the ocean.

By painting them yourself.

Maybe the paintings never made it on the sub.

Maybe some Nazi SOB stored them in his attic.

I nominate one of Langer's relatives.

I'm betting they're all forgeries.

There's only one way to find out for sure.

That's to test each painting.

You have a list, start dialing.

We left messages.

No one's rushing to call back.

What's that about?

Nobody likes to be told they're a sucker.

Even the Blunts and the Champlain Museum

are disputing the test results.

That's one explanation for their behavior.

DEAKINS: Why don't you find

the explanation that works for you?

As for the Renoir we bought from Mr. Langer,

we donated it to the Tufnell Museum.

The Tufnell?

It's in Des Plaines, Illinois.

Why that museum?

The bigger museums

are swimming with Impressionists.

But in Des Plaines...

Your Renoir would be a star.

That's precisely what DeWitt said.

After speaking with Mr. Jackson

and Mr. Langer.

We consulted with them, naturally.

If you don't mind me asking

how much did you pay for the Renoir?

One and a half million dollars.

A bit of a bargain.

Still a nice gift for a small museum.

MAN: Here's the deal.

Last year Mr. DeWitt Foster

decided to exercise his stock options.

Overnight, he's worth 20 million.

Of course, he thinks the stocks

are going to be worth more

if he holds on to them.

Except the market takes a dive.

Right. So now his stocks are worth three million.

The crunch comes when he gets his tax bill.

The IRS assessed his taxes

based upon what the stocks were worth

back when he exercised his options.

EAMES: When they were worth

20 million.

So he gets a tax bill for eight million bucks.

He needs to cut his tax bill.

Hence the donation to a museum.

The assessed value of this painting is 14 million bucks.

That's a seven-million-dollar tax break.

And he paid only one million five for the painting.

That's why they call it a bargain.

A tax scam?

A very good tax scam.

Are the museums in on it?

Doubtful.

Langer and his clients targeted small regional museums

who couldn't afford their own testing.

They took Jackson's authentication at face value.

Except for Ms. Ellis up in Troy.

Her suspicions gave Jackson second thoughts

about his participation in the scam.

Langer killed them both.

You think.

I think.

This scam has a built-in defense.

Plausible deniability.

The buyers can claim they didn't know they were buying forgeries.

Langer can claim he was duped

by whoever supplied him with the paintings.

They all can point their finger at Jackson.

GOREN: There is one person

that can't say they didn't know.

The forger.

Find him

and the dominoes will fall.

The art theft squad at the FBI

might have a line on this guy.

Talk to them.

I need to practice my German.

Tax fraud?

How mundane.

But smart. I like smart.

I want to get one thing straight between us.

It's not a crime selling forgeries

to people who know they're buying forgeries.

Am I correct to assume murder is still a crime?

Yes.

There's a lot of people involved here, Mr. Langer.

But we're light on evidence.

But we put pressure on people, someone will talk.

Why start with me?

[speaking German]

(chuckles)

[speaking German]

I have nothing to tell you.

You have a lot to tell me.

You not only sold those paintings...

you painted them.

What makes you think that?

They were made by a master technician.

Not like Van Meegeren and his fake Vermeers.

But someone who could recreate the work of many artists.

An artist in his own right.

No.

This person would have to be devoid of artistic vision

and an American.

Americans have no idea what art is anymore.

You filled this building with motorcycles

and called it art.

Is that what you're doing with these paintings?

Thumbing your nose at us?

Whatever I am doing

it hardly entails painting frauds

and signing someone else's name.

I do not know of any man

who could subjugate his ego to such an extent.

MAN: A woman?

GOREN: He said a man's ego

would get in the way.

You have transparencies of the paintings?

Yeah.

Reproductions.

You make any money at this?

They retail for $500 at art fairs.

Cost me $20.

You tell me.

Hit the lights.

Hmm... this is one of the best forgeries

I've seen in a long time.

Tell me about

the materials.

Period canvas...

paints hand-mixed with linseed oil.

It's hanging in a museum...

like a couple of yours, I'll bet.

I'll never tell.

What, are you seeing something?

Maybe.

See this?

It's like a cut in the paint.

With a palette knife.

They all have it.

A crescent shape.

Man...

she's gotten good.

You know her?

Yeah.

She used to do restorations for the Met

to support her painting.

Name's Sylvia Moon.

You have been saying and saying it's about to happen...

This is not a good day to issue ultimatums, my dear.

I want people looking at my paintings.

They are looking at your paintings.

You made me promises, you son of a bitch.

You better keep them.

Artists...

You owe me two canvases.

You finish them, then you get your show.

GOREN: Sylvia Moon?

Yes. Who are you?

I'm Detective Eames.

This is Detective Goren.

We need to talk to you.

I'm in the middle of some work.

Well, it'll only take a few minutes.

Hey, that's...

that's nice.

He can't help himself.

Can I come in?

I guess so.

Careful. It's still drying.

That smell-- linseed oil.

You grind your own paints?

The pigments are better that way.

Just the way the Impressionists used to do it.

Some of them.

What is it you want

to talk about?

You grind them in this?

Yes.

I'm sorry. My studio isn't open for tours.

Now, I'm trying to get

a show ready...

EAMES: Do you know Rudy Langer?

He owns a gallery.

MOON: Everybody knows Rudy.

You should put this in your show.

Where's it going to be?

That hasn't been

finalized yet.

Yellow tangs, clownfish...

I like your set-up, it's very... relaxing.

This how you control the algae?

Yes.

GOREN: Says here you crush the tablets

before you put them in the aquarium.

Yes.

You crush these green tablets in there,

same as your paints?

Yes. Why?

Guess it wasn't the green beans after all.

The chemical analysis showed

the green specks in the paint were composed of Simazine,

which is the active ingredient in the algae tablets.

You did the Monet, the Renoir, the Cézanne

and all the other forgeries...

They're not forgeries.

Sylvia...

They're original works

based on source material by other artists.

I even signed them with my mark.

Well, why did you paint them in the first place?

As color exercises.

That's how you learn to paint, by copying the masters.

EAMES: They teach you it's okay

to pass them off as the real thing?

I didn't.

Rudy knew exactly what he was getting

and so did the buyers.

GOREN: An original painting by Sylvia Moon.

Yes.

Identical in every respect to a Monet.

Not at all.

Art is about context.

A Romanticist like Monet painting flowers

at the dawn of the machine age isn't the same

as a 21st-century woman painting the same flowers

at the dawn of the cyber age.

The message is different.

Yeah...

What was Bernard Jackson's message

when he signed the authentications?

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

He certified that your painting was a Monet.

I don't know who this person is.

And I have no control

over what people do with my paintings

once they buy them.

RHODEN: That's the bottom line, Detectives.

Now, this interview's over.

A lot of people have bought your work?

I mean, aside from the color exercises?

There are several collectors very interested.

They're waiting for my new show.

Your new show?

Who's putting it on?

Rudy Langer.

GOREN: Well, that's funny.

He told me that only someone devoid

of artistic vision could paint those forgeries.

CARVER: If she didn't misrepresent

her paintings to Langer or anybody else

she might be off the hook.

Doesn't give us much leverage against her.

So much for falling dominoes.

Take another run at the Blunts and the other buyers.

They're all alibied for the night of the murders,

and they're saying they were misled by Jackson.

CARVER: Seems like we've been here before.

Sylvia Moon knew Jackson.

What?

This is from a group show two years ago.

It says that she graduated

from the New York Art Institute in '91.

EAMES: Katherine Jackson said

her husband used to teach there.

SYLVIA: I knew...

Some part of me knew

that you were stringing me along!

Never... But to go

bragging about it?

To tell the police that I am

"devoid of artistic vision."

I had to throw them off the track.

Don't you know what this is like for me?

Can you even conceive what this show meant?

You can't...

Sylvia,

don't be like this.

We have to be careful now.

I don't care anymore!

Don't look at those!

That's bad art!

There is no art in this gallery.

This man is a fraud...

Stop looking!

(door slams)

WOMAN: Yes, Bernard had a reputation.

There were flings with other faculty.

What about the students?

Sylvia Moon?

Oh, that's a name

I haven't heard in a long time.

Yes, there was some involvement.

Bernard had to leave when we found out.

Under threat of a lawsuit,

we allowed Sylvia to graduate.

Otherwise she wouldn't have graduated?

There was always strong draftsmanship in her work.

That's not the same thing as artistry.

EAMES: Was she admitted

the same way she graduated?

No. She had to apply twice

before she was accepted.

The second time, the committee thought

she showed impressive growth in a year.

There's no question.

Her second canvas was brilliant.

We even use it in our publicity materials.

We'd love to see it.

Oh.

And would you happen to know where she got her B.F.A.?

I'll look it up.

MAN: Her last year here, she took

Art of Southeast Asia with Professor Gilsdorf,

Portraiture with Professor Diniacopoulos.

This is odd.

EAMES: What?

She got credit for her classes, but no grades.

No grades?

Wish I'd known about this place.

Okay, I remember this.

Ms. Moon was in residence that year

and her roommate, Zoe Payton-- she suicided.

So the college gave Sylvia a bye.

College policy, because of the trauma.

Do you remember

how the roommate killed herself?

Hanged herself in her room.

Zoe was our only child.

It killed my wife.

Just took ten years to do it.

Did you have any warning Zoe might hurt herself?

She'd keep things to herself, but she felt things very deep.

Just like my wife.

She'd broken up with some boy a few weeks before.

Did she ever mention her roommate, Sylvia Moon?

She found her.

Poor girl.

Really broke her up.

They were friends.

Took art classes together.

This room hasn't changed much

since your daughter died, has it?

No.

Eames...

What's the matter?

Did Sylvia visit here?

No, I don't think so.

And this is one of your daughter's paintings?

She did that her freshman year.

Same person did both paintings.

MAN: She flipped the rope

over the cross beam--

those acoustic tiles come out--

and tied it to the radiator.

Chair was kicked over right here.

EAMES: Was she tested

for drugs?

They found Quaaludes.

GOREN: Was this her bed here?

MAN: Uh, yes, I think so.

Oh, these tiles have been replaced.

Do you have the maintenance record for this room?

Yeah, a few years ago.

Replaced a bent pipe and some broken brackets.

Well, now I see it.

Joan, thank God.

They arrested me.

For what?

CARVER: Tax fraud.

Not this again.

EAMES: She knew Bernard Jackson.

Knew him quite well.

You had a relationship with him

at the Art Institute.

No, I didn't...

Don't even try denying it.

Now, as to the murders,

we believe Mr. Langer committed them

but we need your help to prove it.

I don't know.

I wasn't there.

EAMES: We lifted over

120 different fingerprints from the workshop.

It won't take much to match yours

with one of those.

RHODEN: If she helps you

what does she get in return?

She pleads to Grand Larceny Two,

she gets probation

and we'll talk to the U.S. Attorney

about the tax charges.

That's if we get her full cooperation.

Rudy asked me to help them talk to this woman,

this curator.

They said they were going to pay her off.

I stayed a half an hour.

She was still alive when I left.

When you left, where was Ms. Ellis standing?

Near the table.

Which table?

One of them.

I-I don't know which one.

Where was Mr. Langer?

He was

near the bookcase.

There are at least

four bookcases...

GOREN: I'm getting

lost in the geography here.

Uh...

We're going to have to bring her down

to Jackson's loft to show us.

CARVER: Do I need to explain

what full cooperation means?

She was standing right here.

So just about two feet from where she was hanged.

You don't mind, I'm going to put this here.

Was she drinking anything?

She had a glass of wine.

What, half full, almost empty?

Less than half full.

Who poured it for her?

Rudy.

Who else had wine?

I did... and Rudy.

Jackson was where?

There, next to that bookcase.

And Rudy?

Leaning against that table.

There was a bottle and a ring left by a glass.

Then who was sitting in this chair?

You see, we found

two rings left by glasses on this table.

You know, I'm thinking...

Annie Ellis was feeling woozy

from the knock-out pills in her drink...

Mm-hmm.

She sat down and put her glass here.

That leaves one glass unaccounted for.

Rudy's glass was over by the bottle.

So whose glass do you think...?

Maybe Jackson had a glass after I left.

The medical examiner checked him for alcohol.

He didn't have anything to drink.

That leaves only your glass.

It's possible I could've put my glass there when I left.

Right next to Annie's?

She was already sitting in this chair when you left.

No, she was standing right there.

No way, not with all the pills in her system.

You said yourself, her drink was almost finished.

If she'd passed out

and fallen down...

No, there'd be bruises on her and broken glass.

No, she was passed out in this chair, wasn't she?

I don't remember now.

And the plan was what, to kill her

and dispose of her body?

I don't know what they planned.

But Jackson got cold feet

Langer had to shoot him

and then he wiped gunpowder on Annie.

I wouldn't know.

And why did he drag Annie

all the way over there to hang her from a rafter?

There are perfectly good pipes right above this chair.

Strong-looking pipes.

Well, what do you think?

Are they strong enough to hold Annie's weight?

I think she's told you everything she knows.

I don't think so.

I think she has experience in hanging things from pipes.

Remember these pipes?

You should.

They were in your dorm room.

How about it, Sylvia?

You tried hanging something from these pipes

and they broke on you.

You didn't want that happening again.

That's not true.

So you and Langer

you dragged Annie all the way over here.

You hanged her from this beam...

No, no, I wasn't here then!

...and tied the rope off at the radiator

just like you did Zoe Payton!

Zoe committed suicide.

You didn't kill her?

Hmm? You didn't steal her painting?

No, that was my painting.

Your painting of her parents' living room?

Yes, I've been there.

Then what happened to you?

How come they say that you never lived up to your promise?

I have.

I've done great paintings.

But they just didn't look like this, is that it?

Everybody just wanted you

to keep doing the same thing?

They wouldn't give me a chance.

But Rudy Langer did.

He was giving you your own show.

In return for knocking off a Monet, a Cezanne...

She already admitted to that.

It was worth it.

Your one chance to make them see your vision.

Your talent.

To make them see you, right?

That's all I needed.

And that stupid woman

from that stupid little museum

was going to mess the whole thing up.

We were going to pay her off.

She wouldn't take the money.

She wanted to expose you as a fraud.

As someone who made a living off the work of dead artists...

I told you, I left.

Jackson wanted to let her go.

This man who slept with you, used you,

he was going to let her ruin you.

So you killed him!

It was Rudy.

No, you shot him!

Rudy did it!

He knew where the gun was-- he did it.

I couldn't stop him...

You were there.

Oh, my God...

And then you helped him kill Annie.

You don't know.

You don't know what it's like.

What, to work so hard?

Yes.

And still be a nobody?

Yes.

Welcome to the human race.

Herr Langer?

What is it now?

Did you know that there's an original Salvador Dali

hanging at Rikers Island?

He donated it in the '60s.

That's fascinating.

You're going to get to see it first hand.

You're under arrest for murder.

That's impossible, you can't do this to me.

We can and we just did.

Schade!

Sie haben ihre Partnerin unterschaetzt.

Weil sie nun Moerderin ist

kriegen ihre Gemaelde einen riesigen Preis.

[speaking German]

What was that all about?

I told him he missed the boat on Sylvia Moon.

Now that she's an admitted killer,

he could've made a fortune off her paintings.

(wolf howling)