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That nose of yours never does takes a rest.

What are you doing, pal?

Digging for treasure?

Oh thanks, buddy.

But it is a little bit early for lunch.

However, it is time for us to get to work.

Come on. Let's go! I'll race you!

Come on! Let's go, buddy!

Come on!

Go for the Café Au lait.

Coffee and milk sounds so much better in French.

Ah, it's funny you should mention French.

- Hmm? - Guess who got a wake-up call

from the prefect of St. Pierre et Miquelon,

the French islands off our coast, this morning.

Well, that does not sound très bon.

No, it's not.

Paolo Rose was found killed this morning.

He was a bigshot on the food and wine circuit.

Ah, well if he was killed in French territory,

why is this one ours?

Because he was murdered on our side.

And his body was shipped in a barrel of gin.

Ooh, that is a new one.

What was he doing in St. John's?

Well, we've hired a French detective

to help you figure that out.

He should be here any minute.

Do you know Val Bertrand?

Damn it! Uhhh.

No, not Val.

It's this machine.

It keeps doing this.

And no, I've never heard of him before.

I hope he's not some

pretentious

Godard-quoting

chain-smoker.

You flatter me, Detective.

May I?

Uhh.

Here you are.

Détective Valérie Bertrand.

Reporting for duty.

Huh.

This was Paolo Rose.

One of France's most famous culinary writers,

and close friend of my father.

They met while Paolo was doing a story on counterfeit caviar.

My father was a detective on the case.

And they became friends.

The Caviar Cover-up.

I read that article. He was a good writer.

Valérie, this is Jesse.

- Our tech d'extraordinaire. - Bonjour.

You have good taste, Jesse.

But Paolo was more than a good writer.

Well, I hear he had one of the finest palettes in the world.

The best sommeliers can identify a few hundred

varieties of grape.

Paolo knew two thousand.

Ohhh!

He promised to visit me in St. Pierre et Miquelon one day.

But he never made it over.

Except via gin barrel this morning.

Jesse.

I'm sorry. That's a bad joke.

Pas Du tout.

Paolo enjoyed dark humor.

When did he get to St. John's?

Tuesday morning.

He converted a hundred thousand Euros into Canadian dollars

the day before

and caught the red-eye that night.

That's 150 K.

You could buy a whole distillery for that.

Do we know where he was staying?

We checked with all the local hotels.

And there's no record of him.

Maybe he used a fake name

to hide a mistress?

No, Paolo preferred to flaunt his women.

Well, someone in Paris must know what he was up to.

No one even knew he was here.

He told friends and family

he was writing at his villa in Saint-Tropez.

So we have absolutely nothing.

And the person with all the answers is dead.

Which reminds me.

What side of the border is handling the autopsy?

The autopsy will be done in St. Pierre.

I spoke with the medical examiner.

And he won't be done for hours, apparently.

So I arranged to have the clothes sent here

for processing.

Sarah reads people like she reads evidence.

I also managed to coax some of his early findings.

He suspects Paolo drowned.

Probably around 6:00 PM yesterday.

Gérard also did bloodwork.

Paolo's blood alcohol was 2.4.

So he was drunk as a skunk at 6:00.

Not necessarily.

His tolerance was legendary.

Drinking was his job.

The killer left Paolo's wallet and cell phone in his pockets

complete with all his cash and I.D.

So we can rule out robbery.

But why go to all the trouble

of stuffing his body into the barrel?

Because the killer wanted Paolo to be found.

Alright partner, it's lunchtime.

Dig in.

If Paolo saw how you eat

you'd never hear the end of it.

Okay, don't knock the vending machine sandwich.

The perfect baloney and mustard balance

is an art in itself.

Something you and Paolo might not understand, but...

Do not pretend you know how Paolo thinks.

I'm sorry.

I forgot that you knew Paolo.

You know, my father loved Paolo.

Every time he spoke of him, his eyes would light up.

Even after he passed, Paolo always called me

on papa's birthday.

He'd tell me of their escapades together.

It kept my father alive for me.

Well, that's why we're going to find the person who did this.

Yes.

But first, we drink.

Huh?

I finally traced

where the barrel Paolo was found in came from.

I'm sending you the address of Clear Spirits Distillery.

It's a fancy gin distillery/ bar opened six years ago,

owned by a guy named Basil Thomas and his wife, Claire.

Mmm.

Patience.

Allowing the flavour to settle

is the key to unlocking a gin's full potential.

Now, you.

No. We're not here to taste the gin.

We want to know why your oak barrels

are being used in a murder?

I'm picking up subtle notes of

almonds,

toasted almonds,

and green grass.

Your partner is impressive.

No, my partner is over there

picking up subtle notes of oak barrel and boot tread.

This is the victim.

His name is...

Paolo Rose!

He's dead?

You knew him?

His essays helped popularize small batch gins.

He's why we're thriving.

Did you ever see him?

No, I'm sorry.

What happened to your eye?

A barrel fell while moving inventory.

I had to do it myself.

We're a little short-staffed at the moment.

Does everyone have access to these barrels?

That's not my department.

Well, whose department is it?

That would be me.

Claire Thomas, Basil's wife.

I run shipping and receiving.

Excuse me.

Did I just hear that Paolo Rose is dead?

His body was found stuffed in one of your barrels.

Then shipped 280 kilometers away

to the French territory of St. Pierre et Miquelon.

I can't believe it.

Had you seen him?

No.

I would've recognized him.

This is the barrel they found him in.

It's one of yours.

We run the largest independent gin distillery

on the east coast.

We had over 300 barrels last month alone.

Well we're not looking for someone outside of St. John's.

We're looking for a local

who would have access to these barrels.

Well, I can give you a list of my clients.

But it won't do you much good.

I have over a hundred regulars.

Let's start with your largest.

I never was much of a gin man.

But then I put gin-tinis on the menu.

And the college crowd went nuts for it.

That accounts for ten barrels a month?

You should come here on Thursdays.

We also use the barrels for my gin-infused IPA.

Care for a sample?

Very generous.

We're on duty.

You ever see this man before?

Yeah, it's my man, Anton.

Don't tell me he got a DUI.

- He's dead. - What?

Yeah, he got stuffed into a gin barrel

and sent to St. Pierre and Miquelon.

He arrived there at 7:30 this morning.

Well, that's not possible.

I just saw him yesterday.

He was here?

Yeah, four nights in a row.

I set him up with his usual table.

Under

what was the name that you said?

Under Anton. Anton Page.

Was anyone with him?

No no. He insisted on sitting alone.

And he ordered what he always does,

a plate of mussels and a bottle of Pinot Grigio.

Can you direct us to his usual table?

Mussels and Pinot sounds like an excellent idea.

Ugh.

Paolo wasn't here for the food.

The mussels are serviceable at best.

I don't know. I'm picking up subtle notes of fennel and garlic.

Four nights of garlic and fennel?

Well, maybe he was here for the service.

They seem to be in tune to the needs of the customer.

Here, pal.

Paolo wasn't a fan of gimmicky spirits.

Gin-flavored beer?

He believed that beer is beer and gin is gin.

Admittedly, Clear Spirits was more his style.

So what drew him here?

Whenever you're ready.

Miss?

Do you remember the man

who sat at this table the past four nights?

I remember orders, not customers.

Here.

Oh yeah.

Him.

Did he say anything to you?

He kept to himself mostly.

Always scribbling in his notebook.

Any chance he might have mentioned where he was staying?

If he did, I wasn't listening.

I don't like customers who flirt.

If you'll excuse me...

Ohhh. Do you get the sense that she didn't appreciate

Paolo's legendary charm?

Some French men have difficulty

refreshing their repertoire for today.

Of course.

Hmm.

That trash doesn't look like it's been emptied in a while.

And Paolo was a bit of a flirt.

Are you thinking what I'm thinking?

Who writes anything on a receipt?

- People use their phones. - It's like you said.

Some Frenchmen have trouble refreshing their repertoire.

Excuse me.

I'm going to take that-

if you don't mind.

Shall we?

Mmmm.

Not our best idea.

Oh, I beg to differ.

I know. We are good.

I'm afraid there's no dogs allowed.

We're cops. All three of us.

We need to see room 106.

It's under the name Anton Page.

Now would be good.

Wow.

Oh Paolo, what did you do?

I just talked to the maintenance man.

He confirmed that the room was fine when he came in

to change the smoke alarm batteries at 5:00 PM.

Which means

we missed whoever did this by less than an hour.

. Mm-hmm. -

I didn't find any prints inside the room.

But we did lift a partial print from the outside window.

Our friend was trying to escape in a hurry.

What are you thinking, Valérie?

I'm thinking this Cava isn't one of Paolo's favorites.

It didn't have to be.

Because it did the trick.

He was here with a woman.

Huh.

Unfortunately there's a lot of brunette women in this city.

I still can't believe

the desk clerk never saw Paolo with a single soul.

Hopefully, Jesse will have better luck.

Oh, that's a big yes.

Yeah, I was able to salvage the SIM card

from Paolo's phone and dug up his last few texts.

The final one came Friday-

at 10:00 PM.

That's four hours after the ETA on Paolo's time of death.

But Paolo's body was in alcohol.

That could've affected the estimate.

Well, I mean I'm not sure it matters.

The motive seems pretty clear.

Your husband is still following me.

I'm starting to get nervous.

And it was sent to Claire Thomas.

The owner of Clear Spirits herself.

And our mystery brunette.

Okay. I lied about don't see Paolo.

There's no law against it.

Actually, there is. It's called obstruction of justice.

So it would be wise to stop lying.

We're a small company.

I have a reputation to protect.

Yeah, getting arrested is not going to improve that reputation.

Come on, Claire.

Yes.

Paolo came to Clear Spirits.

I'm a fan.

So I comped his meal and sent him the Cava.

And then he invited me back to his hotel.

Where you made love.

We're both adults.

I had nothing to do with his death.

When was the last time you saw him?

Wednesday morning, around 3:00 AM.

I slipped out while he slept.

Did your husband know?

That's our business.

This has nothing to do with the case.

Ah non?

Because we have texts between you and Paolo

where we get the feeling it has to do with the case.

CHARLIE: Thursday, 6:33 PM.

Does your husband know?

What does it matter?

Because he's following me.

And then, look at what he writes

at 10:13 the evening that he died.

Your husband is still following me.

I'm starting to get nervous.

Nothing to say to us?

I'd like to speak to my lawyer.

So,

we're thinking Claire's husband killed Paolo?

All signs point to yes.

But unfortunately his wife didn't roll on him as we had hoped.

You need a little more evidence?

A murder site sure would help shore things up.

Oh.

I may have something for you then.

And it might give us something

while we're waiting for the autopsy results.

So, I was able to extract some residue

from a crushed berry from the tread of Paolo's shoes.

I had it analyzed.

And it came from a rare hazel alder tree.

How rare?

Well, so rare that that if you happen find one by a lake

near Clear Spirits,

we might have our murder site.

Okay, so how do we find this unicorn hazel alder?

Well, with a little help, of course.

If you ask me-

Sarah places too much confidence in Rex.

I'm saying two capable detectives can do better

than spend the day following a dog.

Yeah, well I'm saying Rex's nose

has solved more crimes than I have.

You're more comfortable with dogs than people.

You know what? I...

Hudson.

So right after you left, I got the results

on some blood flecks I found on Paolo's shirt.

Turns out they don't belong to Paolo.

Huh. Maybe it's Basil's, Claire's husband.

He had a suspicious eye injury.

Okay, well I just need DNA to confirm it.

No, there's no way that he'll submit to a sample

with his wife being a person of interest.

Well-

What he doesn't know won't hurt him, right?

Swirl.

Smell, sip, spit.

Mmm.

The four S's are the key

to unlocking a gin's full potential.

Now, you.

Thank you.

I'm finding it a bit fruit-forward.

Do you have something else more subtle?

I have just the thing.

The DNA test is back.

Let's talk, Basil.

We know your wife slept with Paolo.

We have your blood on the shirt

Paolo was wearing when he was killed.

We have text messages

from Paolo, the night that he died,

saying that you were following him in a threatening manner.

We found Paolo

stuffed in one of your barrels.

We have your black eye

conveniently witnessed by no one.

We miss anything?

I know it looks bad.

But I didn't kill Paolo.

Claire and I came up with the idea to seduce Paolo together!

We needed a good review.

And the black eye is from the barrels.

How did your blood get on Paolo's shirt?

I don't know.

I bled when the barrel hit me.

I wiped it away with an old shirt.

But I couldn't find it after.

Okay, so the real killer broke into Clear Spirits

stole your shirt, and put it on Paolo?

I know it sounds crazy.

But I didn't do this. I swear.

Save it for the judge.

You need to find Hank.

Who's Hank?

I don't know.

I overheard Paolo on the phone.

And Hank's the man he was after.

What did Paolo say, exactly?

Uh, that he came here for one reason.

To finish him off.

Finish him off.

What do you think that meant?

It sounded like he was planning a hit.

He took out a hundred thousand Euros-

And converted it into Canadian dollars.

Maybe blackmail?

Guys. Get this.

I went through the hotel's security footage.

Okay, 19 hours of nothing.

I was about to give up. And then I said to myself

Hold the phone and shut the front door.

Jesse.

I think I found our Hank.

Freeze it there.

Zoom in on our sharp-dressed man.

Send that picture to my phone, Jesse.

Wait wait.

What's that? On the table.

Behind Paolo.

Yeah, let me blow it up.

Paolo's notebook.

That's what the waitress was talking about.

Charlie.

You think he's our man?

Only one way to find out.

Rex.

Take a good look.

I've never seen him before.

He was in the lobby.

You would see him from where you're standing.

It wasn't my shift.

Not according to the time code.

I can't remember every person who walks into this hotel.

Okay, two questions.

Do you like jail?

Because being an accomplice

will get you a first class ticket there.

And how much were you paid

to keep quiet?

A thousand dollars.

That's a lot of money for a desk clerk.

Yeah, Paolo didn't want to be found.

Do you think the man in the video is the hitman?

That money had to go somewhere.

If you have a better theory, be my guest.

If he was a hitman

where is the other body?

Where is Hank?

Maybe our sharply-dressed man pulled a double cross.

He stole Paolo's money

and then destroyed the evidence.

Charlie, we're overthinking.

We have a good suspect in holding.

Get down!

Ughh!

We found a 9mm embedded in the bumper

You guys are lucky you didn't get hit!

Were you able to track down the motorcyclist?

Oh, I just spoke with Jesse.

He says the CCTV footage is blurry.

What about the tire tracks?

It's all hard asphalt.

We couldn't find any.

It doesn't make sense.

Hitmen seldom target police.

What if it was the Russian mob?

Didn't your father and Paolo's caviar story

send some of them to jail?

But why target us?

Are we getting too close to something?

Yeah, but too close to what?

What are you thinking, Charlie?

Yeah, what do you think?

I'm thinking...

I'm thinking that

it has something to do with the hundred thousand Euros

that Paolo took out before he left Paris.

Yeah.

It's the golden rule.

Follow the money.

Yeah.

I told you.

My husband is innocent.

And that may be true.

But is it possible that he was involved a money scheme?

Maybe with Paolo?

Maybe with Hank?

You know him, don't you?

I have customers.

Is he okay?

What is it, pal?

Hey.

Hi.

You're a tough guy to track down.

Hank.

Are you familiar with Paolo Rose?

We have evidence you were with him.

We need to know what you said.

It's a murder investigation.

If you don't feel like co-operating-

we can just charge you with obstruction of justice.

You two.

A word.

Do you know who this is?

He refuses to identify himself.

And he has no I.D.

Well, let me help you.

This is Casper Gold, CEO of Imperium Tech.

What is he doing here?

He is a person of interest in the death of Paolo Rose.

What do you have on him?

Okay, you're free to go.

One question.

What were you and Paolo Rose talking about?

I'm a fan of his work.

I was asking for

his take on where to find the best Cod Au Gratin.

Well, if you are a fan-

then maybe you can help us find his killer.

What do you know about Hank?

Good luck, Detectives.

So much for following the money.

That's from this morning.

Yeah, it's aged to perfection.

That's disgusting.

Let me make you a proper Café Au lait.

This is how I like it.

Charlie.

The results just came in.

So those partial prints we lifted

off the window at the hotel.

You'll never guess who they belong to.

Sophie Doucette.

I'm sorry. That... you should... I shouldn't have jumped in there.

Turns out Sophie is not just a waitress.

Guess what she was in another life?

She owned a restaurant!

I did it again. I'm sorry.

Yeah, Jesse.

Okay, so Sophie was the former owner

of Cuillère à Droit,

I think I said that right.

It was a fine French restaurant

that was in the same spot

that is now occupied by Clear Spirits Distillery.

What happened to it?

Well it shut down six years ago

after it got a scathing review.

And you'll never guess who wrote the review.

Paolo Rose!

Wow! See how it feels?

Yeah, not good.

That changes everything.

It gets better.

So Sophie was once arrested

for breaking and entering

into her former establishment.

That's why her prints were in the system.

But would she have been able to overpower him?

Maybe her friend Hank helped.

We just need to find him.

I never heard of Hank.

But you were aware of your waitress's previous restaurant?

Of course.

Sophie's restaurant collapsed.

The snobs pushed her out.

I felt bad for her. So I gave her a break.

Did you know about the charges?

Everyone deserves a second chance.

For what it's worth?

Sophie's never as much as stolen a tip.

You ever see her hanging out with any unusual men?

Why don't you ask her yourself?

In a hurry?

Did you kill Paolo by yourself?

Or did you and Hank do it together, huh?

What are you talking about?

Paolo was looking for Hank.

So now tell us where he is.

Hank isn't a man! It's a bottle!

Hank is short for Henry the Fifth,

the finest cognac on the planet.

Henri Cinq.

But of course.

My grandpa saved a soldier

during World War II

who turned out to be the son of a French Chevalier.

He was gifted one of the bottles in return.

You know this for a fact?

I know he hid it in our wine cellar.

But I never found it.

After he died

I turned it into Cuillère à Droite.

I was doing fine

until Paolo Rose's review destroyed me.

So you had to sell the wine cellar

where, years later, the Henri Cinq resurfaced.

When I heard the rumors,

that Paolo was after it,

and you were after him,

I broke into his hotel room to try and find a clue.

But there was nothing.

He destroyed your restaurant and then tried to pick you up?

I didn't kill him.

I just wanted what was rightfully mine.

It's just a bottle.

It's not just a bottle.

Henry the Fifth was the last legitimate descendant

in the French Royal Family.

Exactly five bottles were created in his honour.

It is said to taste like angels dancing on your tongue.

Some say a single sip from the Hank Cinq

will transform your life forever.

So then, you must understand.

There's one bottle left.

And it was taken from me.

Do you know how that feels?

The life of a very good friend

was taken from me.

So I think I do.

Text from Sarah.

Autopsy's in.

Come on, pal.

So it was a drowning.

Just not in fresh water.

His lungs were full of salt water.

So he didn't drown in the lake behind Clear Spirits.

Leaving us with only the entire Atlantic Ocean.

Well, not quite.

I requested a diatom test.

And it turns out there was excessive concentration

of aquatic micro-organisms.

A full algal bloom.

Red tide?

Exactly.

And with a little luck,

and a lot of Jesse,

we might be able to hone in on our drowning site.

We start with the inland bodies of water.

And then we take out the fresh water.

And highlight those with red tide.

And are any of them in the city of St. John's,

with a nearby hazel alder tree,

that match the berry found on Paolo's shoe?

Boom goes the dynamite.

Ready for round two, Rex?

This is the hazel alder berry.

Looks like Rex's nose is going to help us after all.

All right, partner.

Track it.

Good job, partner. You found it.

Salt water, red tide, alder berries.

This is the place.

And no CCTV cameras anywhere.

You might say that it's the perfect place for a murder.

What have you got there, pal?

Looks like tire tracks.

Strange place for a car.

Mills.

Oh, we're doing last names now, are we?

Yeah, I mean all the cool cops use last names.

McNulty. Peralta. McLane.

Thanks for clearing that up.

Look, I just sent you a pin.

Yeah, got it.

Find me the nearest CCTV camera.

Okay, I am on it.

One second.

It's the access road right behind the treeline where you're standing.

Okay.

Go back to Wednesday at 6:00 PM.

See if a car pulled in.

Yeah, okay.

I'm on it. One sec.

Bingo. SUV. Looks like a 2018.

Who owns it?

Okay. Checking the license plate now.

That would be one Galen Wheatcroft.

Tell Donovan I need a warrant.

I'll check around back.

Charlie!

Over here!

That's Galen's bike.

Here comes the last box of evidence

from Galen's house.

Good job, partner.

Means the gun has been fired, recently.

A motorcycle and a gun.

How much more damning can this get?

A lot more.

Paolo's notebook.

Page after page,

detailing the aromas and properties of the Henri Cinq.

He must have heard the rumor

that the bottle had surfaced in St. John's.

Which is why he was hanging out with Casper Gold,

the tech CEO.

Both the most wealthy

and the least chatty guy I've ever interrogated.

Except,

he would have been gravely disappointed.

What is that?

Fusel oil.

A common congener.

And a congener is-?

This is used

to manipulate the aroma of brandy.

That would explain the fake labels and vintage bottles.

One in a thousand can detect a congener

and tell the difference

between an imitation and the real deal.

And Paolo was that person.

That's why he was killed.

Yeah, because he found out that Hank was a prank.

I bet Paolo's not the only one

who can sniff out a congener.

Find the phonies.

Remarkable.

- That's four for four! - Yeah!

We've got an APB on Galen Wheatcroft.

And we've notified the border police.

But still no sign of him. So you guys need to sit tight.

What is this?

Just something we're working on.

We needed a control group

so Rex can sniff out the fakes.

Not many people can tell the difference.

But apparently Rex can.

Okay, can we get back

to the business of solving murders please?

I might be able to help with that.

I cross-traced Casper Gold's IP address with Galen's.

And found a secret meeting place

where several people were willing to part

with a hundred K, paid in Bitcoin,

for a single shot of Hank.

Oh please, don't tell me it worked.

Like a charm, yeah.

People ordered doubles.

Even triples.

But they were also told

the bottle was stolen.

Which is why Casper and company were so secretive.

Galen is capitalizing on their fear of getting caught.

Twenty-five shots at a hundred thousand dollars a pop?

That's a 2.5 million dollar payout.

That's a sum worth killing for.

So how did Galen do it?

Well we're still trying to figure that out.

Maybe Paolo wanted a taste

of Hank Cinq himself.

He started looking into it and found some holes.

Hey.

Casper Gold's been spotted in Saint Pierre and Miquelon.

That's where Galen's holding his event.

Not on Canadian soil.

Mm-hmm.

Which means that one-two-

three of you are going on a trip.

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Yes.

Come as fast as possible!

Back-up will be here in twenty minutes.

Or maybe sooner than that.

Hey. Uh, je me suis...

Whoah.

Those are not French police.

Don't listen to him.

I'm so excited you're here!

Hey.

Gentlemen. Could I have your attention please?

How's everyone feeling?

Good?

Ready for the main event?

Galen Wheatcroft.

Congratulations on the ultimate con.

You do realize that this is a scam, right?

Yes, we know.

That's exactly what Galen said you would say.

He's more than a con man.

He's a murderer.

He said you would say that, too.

What happened to Paolo is sad.

He was a great man.

But maybe sleeping with another man's wife has its risks.

That's not what happened.

You're wrong, Detective.

Make a habit of mistakes, do you?

And now you want to stop us

from tasting Hank Cinq?

This is history.

Sorry.

Come on.

Where are you sending us?

Somewhere you won't bother us.

You'll be released when we're long gone

from either of your jurisdictions.

Your governments are free to try and extradite us.

But something tells me they'll have other worries.

One thing.

How does it feel to be duped?

Some of these bottles-

They're not real.

And you can tell the difference?

He can't.

Nor can I.

Nor can anyone here.

But that dog can.

Is that so?

Rex has a palate that surpasses even Paolo's.

Of course,

if you're intimidated by a demonstration of his abilities.

We didn't come here for stupid pet tricks.

Gentleman, shall we?

Wait.

Let's indulge them.

All right, partner.

You're up.

Find the phonies.

This bottle,

uses congeners to help mimic the flavour of aged wine.

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

That's a 1993 Laughing Loon Cabernet Sauvignon,

valued over 20 thousand dollars.

It's also one that you brought.

Let's try a larger sample size.

The booze on that table is worth more than your house.

Well that's not hard.

But why don't we let Rex be the judge?

Okay, pal. You know the deal.

Let's find the phonies.

Okay?

These are both yours, Galen.

And they're not even open.

This is a joke, right?

He's a dog.

And yet out of the two dozen bottles of high-end liquor here,

he picked the three that you brought.

How do you explain that?

Rex, go!

Let them go.

Wait for it...

Oh!

It's over, Galen!

Don't make this harder for yourself!

Better to stop now.

Rex!

Ugh!

Uhhh!

Good job, partner.

You can let him go now.

Attention!

May I do the honors?

Mais, oui.

Galen Wheatcroft.

You are under arrest for the murder of Paolo Rose.

Galen broke down on the way back to St. John's.

And he copped to everything.

Yeah, he's going to be in jail

for a very, very long time.

You all came through.

And I can't thank you enough.

Really.

Well, Rex did the heavy lifting.

But we'll take it.

I think this calls for a few libations.

Speaking of libations...

Can anyone explain to me why I was asked to comp

a three hundred dollar cognac bill?

That was on me.

Because these were the cheapest bottles of cognac

that I could find that pre-date congeners.

Look at you with the big words.

Yeah, I'm very sophisticated.

Well.

At least they did their job.

And it would be a shame to let these go to waste.

So, let's take full advantage.

Who's up for a drink?

- Yep. - Yeah.

Okay, everybody grab your glass.

To Paolo.

Paolo, I didn't know you, but

you have come alive in the memories of a very good friend.

And this is for Rex,

who helped capture the man

who took Paolo away from us.

- Cheers. - Santé

Cheers.

Next time on Hudson & Rex

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that turns regular cars into self-driving ones.

April was more than our business partner.

Please find out who did this.

And she was building something that

will end your industry.

If you're looking for suspects in Axtonville,

I'd say you've got thirty thousand.

We were all best friends-

We loved each other.

If April died, you'd have more shares than sixty.

We're done here.

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