All language subtitles for Hudson and Rex s08e10 Murder Al Fesco

Mom, I finally got you.

Sorry, it's been a crazy week.

Lakeshore Hotel is opening in less than
a month, and the client just balked at

the design for the rear loft. I know,
you're busy.

I just wanted to remind you that I don't
land in Toronto to visit you until late

afternoon. But, you know, hopefully
we'll still have enough time to meet up

before the big birthday bash.

Oh, I always have time for you,
sweetheart. You know that. But didn't

the email? I just canceled the party.
Wait, you're kidding, right?

No, canceled.

Mom, you...

Invite 200 of your closest friends every
year. I know. Caviar, champagne.

I know.

Once they're a circus act. Well, this
year, it just didn't work out.

Um, okay, uh, I gotta go, sweetie.

Talk soon.

Okay.

This is the last master class of the
season.

You're all here to push your boundaries.

Soften your strokes.

Let the brush do the work.

I've been really working on a new
palette.

I'm struggling a bit.

I don't know what to say to you anymore,
Sadie.

Maybe it's time to take a break.

This class is for advanced artists. You
know how much this class means to me,

Eric. I know when an artist has hit a
wall.

Face your limitations.

Make space for someone worthy.

Speaking about Sadie, Eric, or yourself?

I told you not to come here, Vincent.

Yeah, why?

I rejoin your class every time I'm home
and then suddenly you just kick me out?

I think you know why.

Vincent!

It's Olivia!

I've been messaging you!

You have demeaned your talents with
silly virtual hijinks. I didn't chase

success.

It just found me.

I've stopped selling my paintings.

Won't for as long as I live. What else
do you expect me to do? I don't expect

anything from you, Vincent.

I tried to make a real artist out of
you. You made me, is that what you're

saying? And now you just throw me away
like everyone else?

Everything you have, I have given you.

And I could have taken it all away.

That painting's yours, right, Eric?

Yeah.

Sue's got the power.

How's it feel, Eric?

Try it again and next time, it won't be
just your painting.

Class is over!

I need to put this right.

Jesse, we're almost there. Want to bring
us up to speed?

Well, SJPD were called this morning when
a fisherman spotted a body on the rock.

It could be suicide or a hiking
accident.

Well, not judging by the scuff marks on
the cliff's edge. Two sets, clearly a

struggle. So they were definitely
pushed.

I think so.

The body is being brought up from the
rocks down below.

We ID'd the victim?

Eric Fleming. He's a local artist who's
known for his invite -only master

classes, which are pretty sought after.
But word is, things got a little heated

yesterday between him and a couple of
his students.

Sadie Bishop, who he apparently
humiliated in front of everyone, and if

believe it, Vincent Noseworthy.

Help me out here. Am I supposed to know
that name?

Vincent Noseworthy.

Oh, it's a generational thing.

Yeah, well, Vincent Noseworthy, I mean,
he's this local artist who blew up

online a few years ago. He would travel
the world, paint these scenic vistas,

and post them for his fans to track down
and share.

Okay, so it's kind of like Banksy meets
the Da Vinci Code. Well, no, I mean, I

was going to say more like Van Gogh
meets Pokemon Go, but that works too, I

suppose. Yeah, as prints, they sell out
pretty fast, but the true commodity is a

Vincent original.

It can go for upwards of six digits.

Oh, wow.

Yeah, vibrant. I can see the appeal.

Is Rex approved?

Well, blues and yellows are what canines
see best. And it was also Vincent's

favorite color palette. So the victim
was Vincent's mentor?

Yeah, last year Eric had kicked Vincent
out of his class, saying he owed him

everything and that he would threaten to
take it all away.

Looks like Rex has something.

Fresh paint.

And yellow.

You know, Jesse, can you take a sample
of this while I check in with Sarah?

Yeah, sure thing.

Oh, by the way, you're actually going to
be checking in with Joe.

Sarah's flying to Toronto for her mom's
cancelled birthday party.

Oh, that's right, I forgot. Wait, it's
cancelled?

Is everything okay?

Yeah, Sarah said it's just her mom being
her mom, but she wanted to fly over to

make sure.

Okay.

Rex, let's go.

Forensics is still down by the shore
with the body, but I did get the

preliminary report.

The time of death was around 7 p .m.
last night.

Is the yellow scarf his?

I'm not sure, but the placement of it
seems odd, right?

Yeah,

apparently dogs see yellow better than
other colors.

Okay. Oh, well, look, we also found a
cell phone. It's powered off, but it

to have survived the fall.

Let's see what Jesse can get off it.

Well, I'll check with the service
provider once it's charged and get the

data. You guys get at it. All right.

You know, when you talk to the other
master class attendees, ask about a

scarf. Just see if anyone remembers it.
You think it might be Eric's? I don't

know the person who pushed him.

Okay. Oh, I tracked down Sadie Bishop,
the student that Eric had a run -in with

yesterday.

Great.

You know how much this class means to
me.

I know when an artist has hit a wall.

Face your limitations.

Turns out she's selling her own
paintings down by the harbor to

And you are tracking down... Vincent!

Vincent!

Is he dead?

Okay. There's a rumor online that a
painter was pushed over the edge. Okay,

SJPD, who are you?

Olivia Park, Vincent's biggest fan.

Oh. You know, I heard that monster Eric
Fleming threatened him yesterday, and

now he's dead. Vincent's not dead.

Eric is.

Should he be on a leash or something?

Well, Rex is a trained police dog, so...
Can you please take him away? I'm,

like, terrified of dogs. Rex, easy,
easy.

Why don't you take Ms. Park's statement
and let me know when you find it.

Wait, you're looking for Vincent?

Well, I have his current coordinate.

I don't think I should give them to you
because, I mean, don't you think they'll

be a little unethical?

Yeah, send them to me when you convince
her that a homicide investigation trumps

Pokemon Banksy. Yeah, will do. Will do.
After which, why don't you interview

Sadie Bishop?

Divide to conquer.

Yeah. Correct?

Of course I'm happy to see you. I'm just
surprised you came, since there's

nothing to come for. Well, I...

I want to see you on your big day.

And plus, this new project of yours.
Another historic building makeover?

Oh, boutique hotels. Just another term
for nightmare renovation.

But aren't you investigating the murder
of Eric Fleming? I heard something about

it on the news.

Did you know him?

I knew of him. The art and design
community are all intertwined.

Fleming never broke through as a
painter, but he had a great eye for

discovered Vincent Noseworth. Yeah, no,
I know.

Wait.

Does that mean Vincent's a suspect?

You know I can't share that kind of
information.

So he is.

Mom, let's not get distracted.

It's your birthday.

We should be concentrating on you.

Another day, another number.

It's all the same to you. Let's just
stay home, order in, and turn in early.

Mom, are you okay?

Yes, healthy as a horse.

Hold on.

What's the lab calling?

I thought they were analyzing some paint
samples.

So the murder was murdered.

Hey, what have you found?

I still can't believe Eric is dead.

Sadie, a few other attendees told me
that you were pretty upset after

yesterday's class.

I was devastated.

Being a painter means everything to me.

When I calmed down, I realized that Eric
was just trying to push me to be

better. By insulting your talent after
you spent thousands of dollars at his

classes? I mean, it's a pretty
interesting strategy, don't you think?

brilliant teacher.

He knew that tough love is a powerful
motivator.

Where'd you go after class?

Hiking on the coastal trail.

Alone? Being alone in nature always
pulls me out of a bad headspace.

Eric was the same.

He liked the isolation.

So Vincent Noseworthy, he apparently had
your back.

Did you know him? He was Eric's protege
for years.

When he went viral, Eric didn't approve.

I think maybe it bothered Eric that he
never saw anything like the success that

Vincent had.

Yeah. That's interesting because it
looks like you have one of Vincent's

paintings right here. No, no, no, that's
someone else's. Yeah, but that's

Vincent's signature yellow. It is of the
scene of the crime, and we did find

some yellow paint there as well.

Okay.

It's Eric's painting.

Vincent defaced it when they had it out.

How'd it end up in your head?

After my hike, I went back to Blackhead
Cliff to retrieve it.

Since Vincent stopped selling his work,
the value has gone way up.

I mean, just by throwing paint on it, it
was worth a fortune. Sure, but it's

stolen. It's stolen good. Eric threw it
away.

Okay.

Yes, I know it was wrong.

It was going to end up in the sea, and I
could really use the money.

What time did you go back there?

Around sunset.

Eight, 815.

Did you see anyone? Anything?

No. Why?

Was Eric already dead?

I'm guessing no one saw you. I'm going
to have to take this painting in for

evidence. But you're talking to Vincent
too, right? Because he said some things

that were very aggressive.

Well, these are the coordinates of
Jesse's death.

Vincent's got to be around here.

You gave me all those lessons just to
turn your back on me. You want to take

away from me?

You win!

Careful. Stop right there, Vincent. Why?

They're worthless.

Hated.

Hey!

You cool it.

Who are the next ones for you?

I should have never gone to the cliff.

Eric discovered me here in Kitty Bitty
when I was 15.

He said I had real potential.

He used to let me take his classes for
free.

And now he's dead.

So you're burning your paintings?

I hear they're worth big money and made
you famous.

Yeah, which has brought me nothing but
misery.

Fans hounding me.

Money getting in the way of real
inspiration.

Eric was right.

Who do you think might have wanted to
harm him?

I don't believe he was pushed.

Eric took his own life.

And what I said yesterday didn't help.

There is no doubt that Eric was
murdered, Vincent.

Scruff marks on the cliff show clear
evidence that he was pushed.

People see the evidence they want to
see.

Eric taught me to use true vision.

Eric said he made you. That he could
have taken it all away. What do you

he meant by that?

Guess we'll never know.

Look.

Your dog can see yellow and blue.

He's my partner.

Rex.

He found yellow paint just like that on
the cliff.

I mix it myself.

Yeah. It's organic.

Made with walnut oil.

It was a yellow scarf found on Eric's
body, Vincent.

What do you know about that?

I used to wear one, but I stopped a few
months ago before coming back home.

So the lab's been keeping Sarah in the
loop.

She confirms that the cause of death is
blunt force trauma from the fall. Also,

the time of death was 7 p .m., an hour
after Eric's class. But before, Sadie

Bishop claims to have gone back to the
cliff.

What about the evidence we found with
the body?

Yeah, well, the yellow scarf was
purchased at a local shop in an artist

collective, cash only.

I noticed that Sadie Bishop's name was
on the directory, but she had been

blacklisted, so I'm looking into that.

We also got the call logs from Eric's
cell phone. He was making a call at the

time that he was pushed to the Fleming
Gallery, which is owned by, wait for it,

Eric's ex -wife, Annabelle Fleming.

They were married for a decade, got
divorced two years ago.

Rex and I will head to the gallery, see
if she has any idea who may have wanted

Eric dead.

That's a good idea. Oh, you know what?
Keep your eyes open. I'm looking for a

new piece for my office.

When it comes to art appreciation.

Rex has the better eye.

You're sure Eric didn't jump?

Uh, not according to evidence found at
the scene.

Why, did you have reason to believe he
did?

Nothing concrete, but Eric had been
depressed since the divorce.

Cell records show that he was calling
you when he was pushed.

Any idea what that was about?

He'd reach out sometimes after a few
glasses of wine to try to convince me

we'd made a mistake.

But you didn't agree.

I loved Eric, but we weren't right for
each other.

We started out as artists, but he was
more devoted to the discipline than I

He didn't sell well, but he sure could
recognize talent. Half of the pieces in

here are from artists he discovered.

Vincent knows where they seem to think
that Eric had changed.

Do you know Vincent?

Of course.

When Eric and I were together, Vincent
was around all the time.

And then his star began to rise and we
saw less and less of him.

Yeah, Vincent seems to think that he
disappointed Eric by going viral.

This is how it is with artists. It's
always high drama.

It rarely lasts.

Oh, so you didn't think there was
anything serious in there falling out?

It would take a hell of a lot for Eric
to truly turn on Vincent.

Now, we found this with Eric's body.

What is it?

There's something I have to show you.

You didn't think it was important to
mention that you were exhibiting a

of the crime scene?

Well, honestly, until you showed me that
scarf, I didn't even think of it.

Who painted this?

Vincent Noseworthy.

Rex found it at the gallery.

He's keyed into the scent of Vincent's
organic paint.

But I thought Vincent stopped selling
his work.

Well, Annabelle says he gave this to
Eric as a gift, and then Eric sold it to

her on consignment.

Did Vincent say anything about it?

Only that there had been some bad blood
between them.

I mean, Vincent painted the exact murder
scene.

What are the odds he'd be dumb enough to
kill Eric the exact same way and leave

a yellow scarf?

You guys, that was Sarah.

Her team confirmed that paint found on
the burnt canvas, the paintbrush, and

crime scene are all a match.

Organic, water -based paint.

Consistent with Vincent's recipe, I
guess.

Rex already knew that.

There is more. I checked the data from
Eric's cell phone. Three weeks ago,

Vincent sent Eric a series of angry text
messages accusing him of a big

betrayal. Right around the time Eric
gave the painting to Annabelle to sell.

All right, bring him in here.

Let's see what he has to say about all
this.

You didn't mention that Eric had sold a
painting you'd given him.

It was his right to sell.

But it was against everything that Eric
had instilled in you. I mean, that must

have been a big betrayal.

You stopped selling your paintings
because of it.

I was disappointed.

That's all? You weren't angry?

Maybe at first.

Two weeks ago, I did let him know how I
felt.

I stopped selling my paintings because
of what you taught me.

And then you go around and you do this.
You have no understanding of what real

life is like. Oh.

Everything has been given to you.

I had no idea he was broke.

Okay, but you were still angry when you
defaced his painting. He wasn't the man

I thought he was, okay?

Doesn't mean I killed him.

So Eric sold your yellow scarf painting
and you didn't... It's not my yellow

scarf painting. You're denying that you
painted this?

Look.

Look at its similarity to the crime
scene.

Same cliff where Eric was found at the
bottom with that yellow scarf.

That's my painting, but someone added
that scarf.

Wait, a scarf was added and Annabelle
Fleming didn't notice?

Or didn't care?

People threw pumpkin soup at the Mona
Lisa and all it did was raise her

You expect me to believe that someone
vandalized your painting and killed Eric

to what? Raise your profile? Who would
do that? You haven't met some of my

They track my location. They leave
underwear at my doorstep. They don't

alone. Have you called the police?

Yeah, they said there was nothing they
could do.

But you've got to believe me.

I didn't paint that yellow scarf, and I
had nothing to do with Eric's death.

Someone's trying to frame me.

You believe him?

I'm not sure. I mean, he claims that
a...

A fan must have altered the painting and
then killed Eric at the same cliff as

some kind of tribute and left a scarf
just to make sure everyone connected the

dots. Or he did.

Well, hang on till more overnight.

I think the change is this soon by
morning. Okay.

Hey, Sarah.

Hey, Mark.

Everything okay with your mom?

Yeah, we're ordering Thai and watching
old movies.

Sounds perfect to me.

Yeah, me too, but you don't know Paige.

She likes to paint the town, not...
chill on the couch. Well, I'm sure

get to the bottom of it.

Anyway, so the lab checked Vincent's
yellow scarf from the gallery painting.

According to Vincent, it wasn't his
scarf. Someone else painted it on after

fact. You might be telling the truth.
The rest of the canvas was done with

Vincent's organic paints, but the scarf
paint was industrially processed.

It also appears to have been applied
more recently.

Well, could he have used a different
paint just to cover his tracks?

Isn't the whole point of sending a
message not to cover his tracks?

Good point.

It looks like Jesse's also sent us a
message.

Looks like he's dug up a deleted post
from superfan Olivia, holding the same

yellow scarf and a photo apparently
taken three days before Eric was

How is that possible?

Yeah, that's what I'm thinking.

So what are we looking at here?

Vincent Noseworthy.

Claims someone framed him by adding a
yellow scarf to his painting depicting

crime scene.

He's still in custody.

Uh, yeah, but not for long.

Lab proved that the paint used to add
the yellow scarf wasn't a match for his

organic paint. Yeah, plus there's Olivia
Park, a Vincent Noseworthy superfan,

was posed on top of the cliff wearing
the same scarf found near Eric's body.

I checked the metadata.

I mean, that photo was taken three days
before the murder.

Okay, so is it possible that she added
the scarf to Vincent's canvas, then

pushed Eric off, leaving the telltale
scarf behind?

Tried to frame Vincent because he
rebuffed her.

She's a groupie, right? They get
obsessed and do weird things.

That's true. One summer I followed Great
Big T right across the country.

A roadie even gave me a coffee mug that
Alan Doyle drank out of.

I still have it.

It's unwashed.

Well, my point being is that Olivia
could have proved her love to Vincent by

killing Eric on his behalf.

I'll talk to Vincent about it.

You know, there's also this. Take a
look.

Wait, is that one of Vincent's
paintings?

Yes, indeed it is. Purchased online by
an anonymous buyer two weeks ago.

It's currently on loan, hanging in the
lobby of a library in Hamilton.

Vincent claims he's no longer selling
his work.

It could be a print, but we'd have to
get a better look at it to make sure.

Okay, so now we need an art expert who's
able to look at a painting in Hamilton,

Ontario. I think Sarah might be able to
help us out with that.

You have so much to do, Mom. I could
have hired somebody to authenticate the

painting. You really didn't have to come
all the way out here. You need my

expertise? You shall have it.

Here it is.

It looks like Vincent's to me.

But there's no record of it on his
website.

And he's not even selling anymore.

Every artist has uncataloged canvases.

Could be a resale.

There's something strange about it,
though.

Strange how?

The brass drops.

They go from top left to bottom right.

And that's strange because... It
indicates it was painted by a lefty.

Isn't Vincent right -handed?

Um, hold on.

Sure looks like it.

I don't know who painted this, Sarah.

But it wasn't Vincent Noseworthy.

Thanks for the day.

Told you I didn't paint that yellow
scarf, but, you know, a night in jail

cell phone free is like pure artistic
inspiration.

Tell me about Olivia Park.

When did she first get in contact with
you? My super fan?

About a year ago, she asked my advice on
how to get into painting.

She seemed cool at first, like someone I
could talk to.

When did that change?

After I told her about Eric selling my
painting.

Yeah.

I got nervous when she showed up in
town.

To see the painting in the gallery?

I thought so, but then she started
offering to flash Eric's tires or steal

painting back.

I blocked her after that.

I don't suppose you know where she's
staying.

No, but...

I have a pretty good idea where she is
right now.

Okay, where's that?

You kept me here overnight.

Where do you think?

Release Vincent!

Release Vincent!

Looks like we got a group of groupies.

would have let go of the bag, he might
have.

Now, if I reach in here, am I going to
find anything sharp or dangerous?

You sure?

Okay.

Looks like Vincent's yellow paint.

Is this what you were tracking, Rex?

Okay.

You're going to have to come inside with
me.

Let's go.

Okay, don't try to run off again. The
police station's over this way.

First you evade a police officer.

And then he finds this.

I wasn't evading the officer.

It was the dog.

I told you I'm terrified of them.

Rex alerted because this is Vincent's
organic paint, which he doesn't share.

So how did you come to have it?

Okay, I sort of...

broke into Vincent's van.

After he ghosted you for offering to
terrorize Eric for him? I wasn't serious

about the tire slashing.

Look, I know what I did was wrong, but I
didn't hurt anyone.

We have a reason to believe whoever
added the yellow scarf to Vincent's

murdered Eric.

I would never deface Vincent's painting,
and I don't even know how to paint.

But you posted a recreation of the
murder three days ago. We saw.

The photo you took. They had just
unveiled the yellow scarf painting at

Fleming Gallery.

It was my first time seeing a Vincent
original in person.

I obviously had to make a fan photo.

Except we found the exact yellow scarf
that you posed with on Eric's body.

Did you kill him? Leave the scarf?

What? Was it your way of getting back at
Vincent for ignoring you, showing him

that you were willing to go way further
than slashing tires?

No.

You seriously don't think I could do
something like that? I just wanted

to notice me. Wait. I can prove it.

Okay.

Bottom of the big compartment.

Who's ever scarf you found?

It wasn't mine.

So you think the paintings are fake?

I don't think.

We have Sarah and her mother, Paige, on
Zoom.

Mom, this is Mark.

And, of course, you remember Rex.

Nice to see you too, Rex.

And great to finally meet you, Mark.

Likewise. So the waterfall painting's a
forgery.

And there's more?

Sarah showed me the painting with the
yellow scarf. And she immediately knew

that the scarf had been added by
somebody else.

How's that?

The base canvas was painted by a right
-handed artist using a filbert.

The kind of brush that Vincent uses.

Exactly.

And the yellow scarf was done by a lefty
using a flat brush.

Well, it looks like we needed you on the
case from the start, Paige.

Thanks, Mrs. Strong.

Anytime. Thrilled to be of help.

So someone sold a Vincent forgery in
recently.

Yeah, I've tried to track down the buyer
and seller, but these art sales are

traditionally and notoriously anonymous.

But the person who added the scarf was
left -handed, which automatically rules

out Vincent.

You know what? I also tracked down the
reason why Sadie Bishop was blacklisted

from the Arts Collective. She was having
an affair with her instructor, one Eric

Fleming.

But their complaint was against her, not
him?

No, both were sanctioned.

Accused of giving her studio slots meant
for others more deserving.

I know when an artist hit a wall.

Face your limitations.

Make space for someone worthy.

You know what, Jesse?

Take Rex and go pay her another visit.

And see if she paints left -handed.

Okay.

So, you're a southpaw.

SJPD. Mind coming to the station and
answering a few questions?

We'll take that as a no.

Whoever's been doctoring or forging
Vincent's paintings is left -handed.

Like you.

A lot of creative people are left
-handed.

There have been studies.

Eric was too.

And he needed money.

Vincent mentioned it.

He'd been struggling financially.

Yeah, to put it lightly.

But then something changed.

Eric called me one night, drunk and
desperate, begging for a loan.

But the next time I saw him, he told me
not to worry about it, that I'd work

itself out.

What if Eric sold a Vincent forgery, and
that's why he suddenly had some money?

Well, that's one way to solve your money
problems.

Yeah, yeah, she was not wrong. I mean,
look, Eric wasn't just struggling, he

drowning. Dreams of debt, months behind
on rent, facing eviction. He was denied

a line of credit from several banks.

Yeah, he's the definition of a starving
artist.

So what are we saying, that Eric forged
one of Vincent's paintings and sold it

to a buyer off -island, but didn't even
get top dollar?

I mean, it's a drop in the bucket of his
enormous debt.

Yeah, why stop at just one?

Maybe because Vincent stopped selling?

It's hard for forgeries to go under the
radar if no new paintings are coming

out. I was checking Eric's credit card
statements.

I mean, he was renting a storage unit.

Strange to pay for storage space when
you can't pay your rent.

Jesse, have the unis check it out.

Let's see what Eric had stashed in that
storage unit.

You have to promise to keep me updated.

You have no idea how jealous my friends
are going to be that I helped free

Vincent Noseworthy.

Well, the case isn't closed yet, Mom.
And actually...

Neither is my investigation of your
sudden party cancellation.

Here we go.

Once a detective, always a detective.

You want to know my preliminary
findings?

You said your birthday is just a number.

This year, the number is 65.

Maybe a milestone you'd rather not shine
a light on?

Wow. You are good.

But it's not getting older that I'm
bristling at. It's other people's

to it. When are you going to retire?
Don't you think it's time for you to

down? Oh, you must be so exhausted.

That sounds irritating.

It's ageism.

I've dealt with enough isms in my life.

I'm the one who built my career, built
my life one lobby bar and water feature

at a time. And I'll be the one to decide
when to change it. So the first change

you make is robbing yourself of the
annual celebration you've always left?

Wow. Maybe I just skipped one.

Turns out it was the right decision.

I got to spend a day with you that I
will never forget.

We have to do more of that.

I would love that too, Mom.

But until then... Oh.

Happy belated birthday.

Thank you, Sarah.

Oh, crap. I gotta go.

Uh, now?

I double booked with the lighting
designer. I'm sorry.

Mom, I'm so sorry, sweetie.

Next time, St. John's, we'll paint the
town blue, yellow, and red.

Okay.

Love you.

I'll get the bill. Okay. Love you, too.

Something tells me that the storage
facility search panned out.

Yeah, uniforms found dozens of what
appear to be Vincent paintings, but

doing an AI analysis.

Yeah, so the brushstrokes on the
painting found in Eric's locker are 96 %

matched to Eric's other works, as well
as the painting in Hamilton and the

added to Vincent's at the gallery.

Hmm. Eric added the yellow scarf to the
painting and ended up at the bottom of

that same cliff with the scarf.

It's like he predicted his own murder.
That's impossible. How could he possibly

know that he was going to be pushed off
a cliff? He couldn't.

So why add the scarf to a Vincent
painting with Vincent's signature

Wait a minute.

Vincent told me that he used to wear
yellow, but stopped before he came back

home.

Do you think that Eric added that scarf
so that the figure would look like

Vincent? Why?

Because Vincent said he wouldn't sell
any more of his paintings as long as he

lived. I don't think.

That Eric added the scarf to predict his
own death.

I think it was supposed to predict
Vincent's.

Eric painted all of these forgeries?

We ran everything through AI software,
which confirmed it.

Well, he was digging at me for selling
out. He was doing this.

How many are there?

Enough to get out of debt and be set for
life.

But he only sold one before you stopped
selling paintings and wrecked his plan.

Hard to sell knockoffs when the well
runs dry.

Exactly, but Vincent, I think you may
have come up with a solution to that

problem.

Eric wasn't going to convince me to
start selling paintings again.

No, but what if you weren't around
anymore?

Then he could claim that you gifted him
the stash and sell it posthumously.

You mean after my death?

Tell me, did you ever stay after class,
just the two of you?

Uh -huh.

You think he would have done it then?

then my painting in the gallery would
have looked like a suicide note.

It's one death a person can predict,
right?

Then he'd be free to sell the forgery.

But wait.

Eric called me and told me not to come.

And then he kicked me out when I got
there. That doesn't seem like somebody

wants to push me off that cliff.

No, but backing out might be why he
ended up on the rocks himself.

But who killed him?

Well, someone who knew about the yellow
scarf painting and would profit from the

forgeries who might still be planning on
following through.

Annabelle called me today.

She said she wanted me to meet her on
the cliff so we could spend time

remembering Eric together.

I'm supposed to be there in an hour.

Step back from the cliff.

I'd rather die than lose everything.

Jester confirmed at the storage
facility.

Annabelle had access to all of the
forgeries. And they had informed her of

police confiscation. So she knew it
would be coming for her.

Annabelle! Don't!

Eric wouldn't want this!

Keep back!

Hey! You shouldn't be here! Tell him to
keep away from me!

Stay where you are, Annabelle. I can't
have her death on my contents. Not with

Eric Stu! None of this is your fault,
Vincent. Just make sure he stays put.

Back up. Flag left. You know what to do.

Watch your eye signal, okay?

Annabelle?

Talk to me. This is not the answer.

Do you have any idea how hard I worked
to find success?

I put in years of sacrifice.

I gave up painting to support Eric while
he burned through all of his money and

mine.

And in the end, fame and fortune gets
handed to that kid on a silver platter.

And he didn't even want this.

The right thing now is to face the
truth, just not run from it.

Oh, you sound like Eric.

Always talking about integrity.

He wanted to confess everything.

To cleanse his soul.

Take me down with him.

But I couldn't face it.

I had to push him.

Now it's my turn.

I deserve to be down there with
everything that I've destroyed.

Hannibal, you're under arrest for the
murder of Eric Flanagan.

So,

Vincent's taken over the gallery.

What a truly great space.

Huh?

It's too bad Sarah missed it. I know.

Flight's delayed. I told her I'd send
pics.

This gallery would be a great date spot.

Well, actually, maybe a gallery where a
famous murder painting was hung isn't

exactly romantic, but, uh... Hi. Hello.

Where's, uh, where's Rex?

Uh, he was here, like, a minute ago.

Oh!

Well, if it isn't the master and his new
apprentice.

Oh, wow, do I sense a new collab.

Oh, if you can see color, you can
express yourself with paint. Even if

dog. Especially if you are.

Rex has no filters, no self -doubt, no
struggles with success.

Oh no, he's just straight up 100 % Rex
all the time.

Exactly.

And that is what art is really all
about.

Okay, time to add your bit.

Here you go, Rick.

And in your favorite color.

Just pure feeling.

I heard Annabelle's under psychiatric
care.

Yeah, while she awaits trial.

You know, she told us that the whole
scheme was hers. She pressured Eric into

it.

How are you holding on?

Well, I decided to stay off socials.

Just focus on the beauty here in St.
John's for a while.

That's great. Does that mean you'll
start selling again?

I'm trying to find that middle ground
between starving artists and millionaire

sellout.

Oh, well done, Rex.

Oh.

That's it. I'm sold.

I need that for my office.

You sure you can afford it?

What do you mean?

Whoa.

I thought maybe I could use the proceeds
to open up the Eric Fleming studio for

aspiring artists.

If Rex approves.

Well, I think that's a resounding yes.

All right.