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[♪♪♪]

[man] Of course,
it's the real book.

I'm holding it in my hand
right now.

Listen to me.

No. We have to do this tonight.

My boss will be back tomorrow.
It's now or never.

20,000 cash and it's yours.

That's right.

Hold-- Hold on a second.

Hello?

[♪♪♪]

Okay, listen to me.

20,000 is what we agreed to.

Do you know how many people
would kill for this book?

Okay, good. Good.

Great.

You bring the money tonight.

[laughs]

Yes!

Oh! Whoa!

You scared the heck out of me!

Can you believe

he just tried
to renegotiate the price?

Unbelievable.

We're all set.

What is--

what are you doing?

No, no, no. Don't--

[♪♪♪]

[Jim] Hey, new menus
just came in.

[Henry] Oh, good.
Let me see.

They look great.

Yeah...

You were right about
paring the menu down.

It looks a lot cleaner.

Yeah, this does look better,
doesn't it?

We're also going to save money

by having
less inventory on hand.

I knew partnering
with my son on a restaurant

was a brilliant idea.

Oh, yeah, I meant to tell you,

a distillery rep dropped by,

wanted to know if we were
interested in some samples.

I said sure.
You okay with that?

Yeah, of course.
We're equal partners in Molly's.

Yeah.

Oh, I am running late
for a meeting with a lawyer.

I will catch up with you
later, okay, Dad?

Yeah. You know
where to find me.

Yes, I do.

[Maggie] Well, it sounds like

all of your classes
are going well.

Do you still like
all of your professors?

[Abby] Yeah, everybody's great.
I really like them.

That's great, sweetie.

And... what about friends?

Have you made any new ones?

Anyone special?

Mom, you're being so obvious.

What do you mean so obvious?

I'm just asking about your life.

Let's talk later.
I'm going to be late, okay?

Okay. Well, I don't want you
to be late.

-All right.
-Have fun, sweetie.

I will.

All right,
I'll call you tomorrow.

-Okay. Love you. Bye.
-I love you, too. Bye.

[Forsyth] Price.

Oh, hey, Captain.

Here you go.

The ballistics report
on the Miller case.

Good. Thanks.

Oh, snooping around

on your daughter's
social media again, huh?

I'm not snooping.

I'm just looking.

Does this body language
look like "just friends" to you?

Um...

sure.

[Bailey] Price.

Here are those background checks
you were asking about.

Oh, thanks, Bailey.

Snooping around

on Abby's social media
again, Price?

I'm not snooping!

-She's looking.
-Yeah.

Right.

Well, hey,
We're all going to Molly's.

Why don't you and Henry
meet us there?

Can't.

I've got to wrap some things up,

and Henry's actually
meeting me here later

because we are going
to a Giants game.

What?

Come on,
Henry hates baseball.

You should be taking your boss.

And I would,

but you have no idea

how hard it was to convince him
to even see a game.

I am determined
to make this man a Giants fan.

Well, good luck with that.

[laughing]

Wow! Love the support, guys.

Thanks.

[Henry] It turned out

that the blank had been replaced
by a real bullet

by the son-in-law,

hoping to cash in on
the wife's inheritance.

Fortunately, Maggie and I

discovered the truth
before anyone else was killed.

Well, sounds like

the police made a good call

in making you
an official consultant.

I don't have my own desk yet,
but I'm working on it.

I'm afraid
I can't offer you anything

as exciting as a murder case...

Trust me, Eric, I've had
more than enough of that

to last me a while.

I'm more than happy to return
to my usual culinary work.

So what do you have in mind?

You're obviously aware

of the restaurant
Belvedere's Fine Dining?

Well, of course.

They were
a San Francisco institution

for close to a hundred years.

It's a shame
that they closed their doors,

what, almost 10 years now?

-Yeah. That's right.

The restaurant used to have
something called a chef's book.

-Are you aware?
-Sure.

Yeah, all good restaurants
have one.

It's a valuable item.

Unfortunately, for Belvedere's,
theirs went missing years ago.

It's actually kind of
a mythical thing now

amongst collectors
wondering if...

Wait.

Are you telling me
it's been found?

Yeah. The client just learned
that the book has resurfaced

and is going up
for auction tonight.

They want to hire you
to attend the auction,

verify its authenticity,

and bid on the book--

should you deem it
to be the real thing.

Well, that is
a pretty coveted book.

How high
is your client willing to go?

You have permission to go
as high as you need to.

And my client is offering you
a generous fee.

That...

is a big number.

-I know you have

quite an impressive collection
of antique books,

and the fact that
you're trained as a chef

makes you
especially qualified for this.

There's some urgency here,

as my client just learned
of the book's reappearance

and the auction is this evening.

I promised him
you're the man for the job.

Any hint who this client is?

I'm afraid not.

So are you interested?

Absolutely.

I just have one question.

-Of course.

Can I bring a date?

Hey.

[Maggie] Yay!
Are you ready?

Yup.

I just have to run
something by you first.

Okay, well, I got this for you!

I have a matching one.

And I got us team hats,

and a foam finger!

So, listen, Maggie...

About tonight...

Oh, no.

You're canceling.

I am not canceling.

Good!

Because we have great seats

and I have literally

been dreaming about kettle corn
all day long.

So, we just need
to take a little detour

on the way to the game first.

-A detour?
-A tiny one.

To an auction.
To buy a book.

You want to delay
going to the game to buy a book?

-Not just any book,

one of the most famous
chef's books

in the entire country.

-A cookbook?
-No, no.

A chef's book.

It's like a cookbook

but much more important
and far more detailed.

Chefs add to it over time,

writing their trade secrets

and the recipes to their
most famous signature dishes.

The fact that

this particular book
recently resurfaced--

it's very exciting.

I mean, I do have to verify
its authenticity first,

but that will be really quick--
I promise.

Is this for a client?

An anonymous client.

Okay.

Very mysterious.

Thank you for understanding.

You're welcome.

Now, let's get going
so we're not late.

You realize
this isn't happening, right?

Oh, but it is!

And you look so cute!

[♪♪♪]

There are some really beautiful
things for sale here.

It's strange.

I don't see the Belvedere
chef's book anywhere.

It's listed in the catalogue,
but I just haven't seen it.

Maybe they haven't
brought it out yet?

You'd think it would be
front and center

with all the attention
surrounding it.

I just really need to get
a close examination of it

before the bidding starts.

Isn't that against the rules?

We're making
an announcement right now.

Elsa?

Henry Ross.

Of course you're here.

Good to see you, too.

You must be Mrs. Klein?

It is such a pleasure
to meet you.

I'm Henry Ross,

and this is Maggie Price.

-Hi.
-Pleasure.

Thank you for coming
and supporting the charity.

No, of course.

Mrs. Klein throws
this annual charity auction

in support of
the Children's Hospital.

Oh. What a wonderful idea.

Isn't it?

Let me guess,

you're here to bid
on the Belvedere chef's book.

In fact, I am.

Well, you're out of luck.

They sold it out from under us
this morning.

What?
Is that true?

How could you
have advertised a book

and not let anyone bid on it?

I'm so sorry for the confusion,

but I did agree

to a private sale of the book
early this morning.

Without giving anyone else
a chance to even see it?

It was a very generous offer,

and with an auction,

you never know if the bids
will meet expectations.

I had no idea
there would be such interest.

You didn't think
a hundred-year-old chef's book

that mysteriously
disappeared years ago

and now suddenly appears
out of nowhere

would generate any interest?

Well, if it was hers to sell

and she's happy
with the outcome,

it seems
there's nothing to be done.

At least tell us
who you sold it to,

so that I can make him an offer.

I'm afraid I can't give out
that kind of information,

I'm sorry.

Now, if you'll excuse me,

I need to make an announcement
before the auction starts.

Of course.

Nothing to be done?

We'll see about that.

Well, now, she's lovely.

She's a food critic.

I feel like
there's a story here.

Her restaurant reviews
aren't even reviews,

they're petty takedowns.

She has nothing interesting
or original to say about foo--

Excuse me.
Henry Ross?

Yes.

I thought that was you.

I follow you on social media.

I'm kind of a fan.
Leah Rollins.

Pleasure to meet you, Leah.

This is Maggie.

I heard the book was sold.

That's such a shame.
I really wanted to see it.

Yeah. I did, too.

-It probably sounds silly,

but it felt
kind of personal for me.

I come from a long line of cooks
in Louisiana.

Belvedere's was one of

the best-known
Creole restaurants in the world.

I would've given anything
to see that book.

Mm-hmm.

Are you in the food business?

Yeah.

I just opened up
the Creole Rooster downtown

about six months ago...

It's a mix
of Cajun and Creole cooking.

Have you heard of it?

I have, I just haven't
been in yet.

Well, please, stop by anytime.

We make the best
blackened fish tacos

you've ever had.

Well...

We will definitely do that.

-Call ahead.

I will make sure you get
the best seat in the house.

Okay, then.

What?
She's a fan.

I'm teasing.

I'm sorry

that you're not going to get
your book for your client.

Tell me about it.

Without that book,
I can't collect most of my fee.

Actually,
it's not about the money.

I just don't like
letting down a client.

It doesn't happen that often.

I know.

You know what,

I'm just going to go
freshen up quickly.

I'll meet you out front
in five, okay?

-Okay.
-Okay.

[♪♪♪]

Yes.

[♪♪♪]

Oh, that is not the bathroom.

[Henry] So Michael Goldstein
bought the book?

That's what the ledger said.

He paid $20,000 for it.

Look at you--
breaking the rules!

I've clearly had
a positive effect on you.

Well, it was easy.

I mean, the book
was just sitting right there,

practically begging me
to peek inside.

Uh-huh.

Michael Goldstein.

Well, that makes perfect sense.

He owns an antique store
that specializes in rare books.

Is this place far away?

We could go there right now

and see if he's willing
to sell you the book.

No. Come on.

You've been so excited
for this game,

you got those great seats...

Goldstein's store
is in my neighborhood,

I drive by it
practically every day.

I'll just go tomorrow
in the morning.

And let somebody else
buy the book first?

No way.
Let's go now.

We can be a little bit late
for the game.

I was hoping
you were going to say that.

[Henry] Everything okay?

Yeah, I just...

realized where we are.

I know this street.

Yeah, how?

When Abby was little,

we used to go
to a restaurant here.

It's not there anymore,

but we used to have
this weekly ritual.

Every Saturday night,
just the two of us,

we'd go to this restaurant,

and I would say,

"You can have
whatever you want--anything."

But, without fail,

she would always choose
the mac 'n' cheese.

Every single time.

It was her favorite dish.

Still is.

Anyway, sorry, I just--

had this flash, and...

You miss her, don't you?

Oh, so much.

You know, I just
keep having this feeling

like I've forgotten something,

or I left my purse somewhere,

and then I realize,

no, it's not that
my purse is gone,

it's my baby girl
is at college,

and she's 400 miles away,

and I don't even know
what she's up to anymore.

I get it.

You raised her
almost single-handedly.

You two were a team, huh?

You know what...

maybe it's time
for you to get a hobby.

[Maggie] What?
I have hobbies.

[Henry] No, you don't.

[Maggie] Yes, I do.

Oh, really?
Name one.

Okay. Running.

That's exercise.
It doesn't count.

Who says?

-I do.
-Oh, okay.

Hello?
Mr. Goldstein?

Look, a hobby
can't be good for you, okay?

It has to exist
on its own merits.

It can be educational,
but it can't be work-related.

Gee, so many rules.

I take my downtime
very seriously.

Well, you do have
more hours in the day

than most to fill.

Yeah, and whose fault is that?

I'd have a lot less of it

if you would let me
help out on more...

Cases.

[Maggie]
Henry, check the back door.

Oh, no.

It's just an alley.
Nobody's there.

Is he...?

Dead.

That's right.

His name was Richard Palmer.

Everybody just
called him Richie.

He's been working for me
for about six months.

So, Mr. Goldstein,
what can you tell me about him?

He was quiet,

he didn't like
to talk much about himself,

so I didn't pry.

He didn't know
much about antiques,

but seemed interested
in learning.

Overall, he was a good employee.

Any idea
who might want to hurt Richie?

-No idea.

Like I said, he never shared
his personal life with me.

Normally, I wouldn't entrust
an employee

to buy such a valuable book
for me,

but I was visiting my mother
up in Santa Rosa

when Josie Klein called me,

asking if I wanted to buy
the Belvedere Chef's book

before the auction started.

Richie texted me
around 9:30 this morning

that he had it

and was getting the store ready
to open at 10:00.

I texted him back,

reminding him
to put the book in the safe.

And it's not there now?

-No, and it's not anywhere
behind the counter.

Could he have put it
anywhere else in the store?

-It's possible.

I can't know without checking.

But he knew how valuable it was,

I'm sure he would've put it
in the safe like I asked.

Is there anything else
that you can think of

that may be relevant?

I don't know
if it's relevant,

but Josie made one request--

that I not sell the book.

Why wouldn't she want you
to sell the book?

I'm also a collector.

Josie knew I have

a particular interest
in San Francisco history.

I think she wanted
to sell the book

to someone who would appreciate
its historical significance.

Okay, thank you.

You're welcome.

Give me a call
if you think of anything else.

And I'll be in touch
if I have any more questions.

Okay.

-Have a nice night.
-You too.

[sniffs]

Black Dahlia.

I smelled it when we walked in.

What's that?

Perfume.

It's hanging in the air.

I don't know
how you smelled that

over this one's cologne.

Nolan.

What have you got for me?

From the blood viscosity,

I'd say the victim was shot
within four, maybe five, hours.

Single bullet, close range.

I won't know more
until I get back into the lab.

That's weird.

Henry and I heard the back door
right before we found him.

That was less than
two hours ago.

I just assumed
that it was the killer running,

but your timeline
of five hours,

that doesn't add up.

I don't know
what to tell you, Detective.

Science doesn't lie.

Maybe he stuck around
looking for something

and ran out
when we entered the store.

What do you think
we're looking at, Price?

I don't know.

Could be a robbery gone bad,

or something personal.

Too many unknowns
to know for sure right now.

I want you two to stay here
with Michael Goldstein

and confirm
that the book is missing.

Then talk to Josie Klein

and I.D.
everyone from the auction.

Especially anyone who expressed
an interest in the cookbook.

Chef's book.

What? There's a difference.

Okay.

Henry and I are going to go
to the precinct now.

Sounds good.

Why would anybody kill
over a cookbook?

Chef's book.

There is a difference.

These books contain
top-secret information.

[together] Top secret?

Famous restaurants

are naturally protective
over their signature dishes.

I don't care
how good that restaurant was,

I'm not buying that somebody
was murdered over a menu.

What if they were murdered
over money?

Michael Goldstein paid $20,000
for that book.

What if somebody thought
they could get more?

That food critic
from the auction

seemed to want the book
pretty badly.

What was her name again?

Elsa Edwards.

Yeah, exactly.

We need to follow up with her.

Maybe we can do the old

good cop, bad cop
routine with her?

Make her sweat a little?

-Henry...
-Come on, she's a food critic.

We'll talk.

What about that other woman?

What other woman?

Leah Rollins--

she owns a Cajun-Creole-themed
restaurant.

That's right,
we'll check her out, too.

She'd be thrilled
to have you come by.

[Forsyth] And what about
the Belvedere family?

You said that the restaurant
has been closed for years.

Are there any family members
still alive?

Yes.

One. Nicholas Belvedere.

The restaurant closed
when his father passed away,

and Nicholas decided

not to carry on
with the business.

I believe he still lives

on the family estate
out in Marin County.

Okay, we'll pay him
a visit tomorrow as well.

Bailey and Munro
should have a list

of all the auction attendees
ready by then,

and we'll know for sure

if the book is missing
from Goldstein's store.

Anything else?

Yeah.

This lawyer who hired you,
Eric McClearen.

How well do you know him?

We're friendly but not close.

We met at an event years ago

and occasionally bump
into each other socially.

I've never hired him,

but he does have
a good reputation.

Why the secrecy
over this client who hired you?

I have no idea.
He wouldn't tell me.

[Forsyth]
Maybe he was lying to you.

Maybe he wanted
to keep the book for himself.

Why would he do that?

For the same reason

someone would kill
for this book.

I want to know
who this mystery client is...

...and why he's hiding
behind this guy.

Mr. McClearen,
do I need to remind you

this is a murder investigation?

Detective Price,

you know as well as I do,

unless you can prove

that my client
intentionally hired me

with the intent of committing
or covering up a crime,

their identity is protected
by attorney-client privilege.

I'll be in touch,
Mr. McClearen, thank you.

I look forward to it.

That's what I was afraid of.

Just had to go
to an auction, didn't we?

My bad.

By the way, you owe me tickets
to a Giants game.

Yes! Yes.

I'm sorry we missed the game.
That's on me.

That's okay.
We can go another time.

Of course.

[Henry] The Giants
are football, right?

[Maggie] Baseball, Henry!
The Giants are baseball!

[Henry] Yes, I knew that!
I knew that. Baseball.

[Maggie] I told you
a thousand times.

[Henry] Exactly.

[doorbell rings]

[♪♪♪]

Mr. Belvedere?

Please, call me Nicholas.

Hi. I'm Detective Price,

and this is Henry Ross.

-Hi.
-Nice to meet you.

Please, come in.

Thank you.

[Henry] This is
a beautiful estate, Nicholas.

How long has it been
in your family?

Well, my great-grandfather

bought the property
in the '50s.

It's close to a hundred acres.

He grew all of
his own vegetables here

for the restaurant.

We had greenhouses
and acres of crops.

We were farm-to-table
long before it was trendy.

Oh, wow.

I recognize that painting.

That's not
a real van Gogh, is it?

-No, it's not real.

My great-grandfather
bought this knock-off

at a flea market,

years before
Belvedere's was a success.

When we built the new house,

we decided to hang it here

to remind the family
of our humble beginnings.

Please, sit.

Thanks.

Nicholas,
you won't remember this,

but we actually met
years ago at the restaurant.

You dad was running it then,

and he invited me
back into the kitchen.

I was just a young sous-chef
at the time,

and I remember seeing you

sitting at this little table
off to the side out of the way,

doing homework--

I'll tell you,

I feel like I spent

my whole childhood
in that kitchen.

Lots of memories.

Well, just to pick up

where we left off
on the phone, Nicholas,

do you have any idea

why someone might kill
for your family's cookbook?

Chef's book.

No. It makes
no sense to me at all.

Have you ever seen this book?

No, I don't really know
anything about it.

I was never part of
running the restaurant.

It's just not my thing.

I do remember

my father being angry
about a missing book once.

I assume now it must have been
the chef's book.

You must have heard
about the book's reappearance.

Why didn't you try
to purchase it?

If for sentimental reasons,
if for nothing else.

I did hear about the auction,

but, honestly, I didn't give it
a second thought.

So you're not
my mystery client?

An anonymous person hired me
through a lawyer

to buy the book at auction.

No, sorry.

Why didn't you follow
in your father's footsteps

and keep the restaurant open?

I mean, it was
obviously very successful.

Running Belvedere's Fine Dining
was a 24/7 operation.

My mother died when I was a kid,

and all the men in my family
who ran the restaurant

died young,
including my father.

I had no interest
in that kind of life.

So what do you do now?

-I'm primarily an investor.

Managing my portfolio
keeps me pretty busy.

So, do you really think someone
was murdered over the book?

It's one theory
that we're working on.

And someone
secretly hired you to buy it?

Yes.

But why the secrecy?

That is what
we're trying to find out.

Oh.

Thank you
for your time, Nicholas.

We may have further questions,
but I think we're good for now.

My pleasure.

Thank you.

Yup.

[Henry] It says

we're five minutes away
from Elsa's.

Now, I know
you don't like Elsa,

but promise me
you'll be professional, okay?

Of course.

I would never interfere
with our investigation.

My.

My investigation.

I still say

we should grill her
back at the station.

I read it in the paper.

Figured you'd show up
sooner or later.

Come on in.

Ah, The Phoenix Award

from the Society
of Food Critics.

Impressive.

Thank you.

Have a seat.

So, Elsa...

It's funny, though,

I always thought the SFC

was about
responsible food journalism.

Henry...

So you're accusing
my journalism

of being unethical?

No, no...

just unoriginal.

Of course.

This is about my review
of your restaurant.

I said some nice things
about Molly's.

I just found it...

Unoriginal?

My father and I
opened a restaurant

to cater to everyone.

A place
where you could bring a date,

your family,

co-workers,

and everyone
would have a good time

because the food
wasn't fussy.

It's comfort food,

and you know
what comfort food needs to be--

besides delicious?

-What?
-It needs to be familiar.

If we try too hard
to be original,

we're no longer familiar,

and then we're not delivering

the experience
we set out to create.

Chefs are always so sensitive.

I'm not the chef.

Just the not-so-silent partner.

Elsa, did you ever review
Belvedere's when it was open?

-Of course.

I did a few pieces on them
over the years.

And I'm assuming
you were a fan,

given how interested you were
in the chef's book.

The restaurant
was going downhill at the end

in my opinion,

but I am a collector.

The book covers decades
from the restaurant's heyday,

and I was interested to see

what kind of recipe secrets
might be in there.

I wasn't the only one,
obviously.

Do you own a gun?

I do.

For protection.

As a critic,

my words carry
a lot of weight

and can impact
a restaurant's bottom line.

I've received threats.

[Maggie] I'd like to see it.

My gun? Why?

If it were the murder weapon,
you think I'd hang on to it?

I've watched enough TV

to know
you always toss the weapon.

Can you get it for me, please?

I've also watched enough TV

to know that
you need a warrant

before I have to show you
anything.

Having to make two trips
never puts me in a good mood,

but if that's the way
that you would prefer it, fine.

Where did you go
after the auction?

I don't remember
seeing you leave.

Once it became clear that
the book was no longer for sale,

I came home.

Can anyone else verify that?

No. I live alone.

All right, I think
that's all I need for now.

Yeah.

Elsa, your perfume
smells so familiar.

Do you mind if I ask
the name of it?

It's called "Black Dahlia."

That's the name of it!

I thought I recognized it.

We'll be back
with that warrant.

...But she wears

the same perfume
I smelled at the crime scene

and she won't give us her gun!

I know. That's not enough
to bring her in.

I'm waiting on
the ballistics report

to see if we get a match first

before I do anything more.

Would you call the food
at Molly's unoriginal?

Huh?

Maggie?

Hello?

Hang on.

Whoa! What are you doing?

What is going on?

That red pick-up

has been tailing us
for the last five minutes,

and I could have sworn

I saw the same truck
at Nicholas Belvedere's.

Well, if you think
we're being followed,

why don't we catch up to them,

pull them over
and see who it is?

Yeah, no need.
I've got the plates.

And if we are being followed,

I'd rather keep the element
of surprise on our side.

Ah.

Well, next time
you feel the need

to pull evasive maneuvers,

can you give me a heads-up?

I almost spilled my coffee.

Are you serious?

It's hot.

Henry, get back in the car.

It is.

One black coffee for Maggie,

one half-caf, extra hot,
upside-down soy latte for you,

with extra foam.

Look at you.

Thanks, Dad.

Only took you six months
to learn my order.

Only took me three months
to learn how to use this thing--

which cost
more than my first car.

You know, after I retired
from the police force,

I thought I'd be able
to slow down

and kick back--
mm-mm--

it's crazy around here.

No kidding.

Oh, there's the owner

of that distillery
I told you about.

You want to meet him?

No, maybe next time.
We've got to get going.

Yeah, you got it.

All right.

You sure you need
another coffee there?

There's no such thing
as too much coffee.

That was Munro.

The plates on that red truck
belong to another car.

They'd already
been reported stolen.

So do you think
the guy tailing us

has something to do
with the case?

Well, there's
no way to know for sure.

I've been arresting people
for 10 years.

Some people carry a grudge
and come looking for payback.

It happens.

The autopsy results are in.

We can now confirm

that Ritchie Palmer

was killed
by a single gun shot wound

to the chest at close range
with a Walther PPK.

No matching records
in the system.

Munro, I want you and Bailey
to dig deeper into Elsa Edwards.

She admits to owning a gun,

but she wouldn't show it to us
without a warrant.

On it.

Maggie also spoke with
the lawyer who hired me,

and as we feared,

he's claiming
attorney-client privilege,

so that's a dead end.

Right.

Well, as far as
other auction attendees go,

no red flags came up so far.

In the meantime,

Henry and I have a meeting

with Leah Rollins
this afternoon

at the Creole Rooster.

She said it herself
at the auction...

the book "felt personal" to her

and she would "do anything"
to see it.

Maybe while we're there,

I can try some of

those blackened fish tacos
she was talking about.

Okay.

Sorry about that.

I just had to get these
out of the oven.

Would you like one?

Oh, no thank you,
not while I'm working--

These smell good.
What is this?

My take on Cajun Ravioli.

See if you can taste
my secret ingredient.

Okay, then.

Mm!

I taste the crawfish tails

and a very fiery
Cajun spice blend with...

Is that a seven-pot
chili pepper?

Mm-hmm.

Yeah, when it comes to spices,
go big or go home I always say.

No, I agree with you.

You have shrimp in there,

but that's not
your secret ingredient, is it?

No, you have another protein...

Wait...

Is that wild boar?

Impressive.

[Henry chuckles]

Well, you know what they say
about Cajun cooking...

Cajuns will eat anything--

[together]
That doesn't eat them first.

Yeah.

I say that
as a proud Cajun myself.

I knew you were good.

Well...

Great, now that
we've solved that mystery,

maybe we could
turn our attention

to the one at hand?

Sorry, Leah,

we need to ask you
a couple of questions

about the Belvedere Chef's Book.

Yeah, the Chef's Book? Why?

As you know, the book
was sold before the auction.

The man who purchased it
was murdered shortly afterward.

What?

That's terrible!

Yeah. We're speaking with
everyone who was at the auction.

Oh.

And here I've been
wasting your time

bragging about my ravioli.

You seemed
very interested in the book.

Yeah, I was.

I just--

I didn't get to go
to Belvedere's when it was open.

I just wanted to see the book.

You know,
flip through its pages.

Maybe steal a few ideas.

You didn't want to buy it?

I don't have
that kind of money.

Who does?

20,000 for a book
is pretty steep.

How's business?

The first year of a restaurant
is always touch and go,

but we're doing fine.

Tough business.

Sorry. I do need to ask you
if you own a gun.

The murder weapon was a gun.

I do not.

You'll be required to submit
to a gunshot-residue test.

Yeah. Yeah, of course.

Whatever you guys need.

I'm telling the truth.

Oh, I almost forgot.

I made fresh beignets,
just for you.

Just give me one second.

Are you sure
you got enough to eat?

Because I'm sure Leah

would be more than happy
to make you something else.

What?

I told you, she's just a fan.

I know,

and do I have to remind you

she's also a suspect
in a murder investigation?

She wanted the book
like everybody else.

She said
she didn't have the money.

So she says.

Did you see how she hesitated

when I asked her about
how the restaurant's doing?

[phone ringing]

I don't know.
I think she's hiding something.

Hey, Munro.
What's up?

I've been doing
a deeper background check

into Elsa Edwards
like you asked.

Yeah?

I got ahold of her gun license.

Care to take a guess?

A Walther PPK?

Bingo.

We don't have
ballistics back yet,

but that's a pretty big
coincidence, don't you think?

Now can we grill her?

Thanks, Munro.

I told you if we met again

that I wasn't going to be
very happy.

Not happy at all, Elsa.

Henry.

Richie Palmer was murdered
with a Walther PPK.

The same model
that's registered to you.

Your perfume,
which you identified,

was smelled at the crime scene,

and we all saw how outraged
you were at the auction

that the book had been sold
before it started.

So basically,

I could arrest you right now
for suspicion of murder

unless you want
to start talking.

Okay.

I was at the bookstore.

There was a guy at the auction
who handles their shipments,

and I paid him off to tell me
who had bought the book.

I went into the bookstore,

and I saw a man on the floor,

who had obviously been shot.

And I...

I froze.

I didn't know what to do.

And then I heard
the front door open,

and I panicked,

and I ran out
the back of the store.

This came from your house.

For the record,
is this your Walther PPK?

Yes, it is,

but like I said,
I've gotten threats.

But I swear to you,

I did not kill Richie Palmer.

Okay got it.

Thanks, Captain.

Forsyth agreed to put
a surveillance unit on Elsa

until we find out whether
the ballistics are a match.

She's not going anywhere
without us knowing about it.

You know, something's just
not adding up for me, though.

I mean, I don't care
how famous Belvedere's was,

I'm not buying that people

are willing to kill
over a chef's book.

There's got to be something more
than just recipes in that book,

or we're being lied to.

The question is
who's doing the lying?

Maggie, look at this.

"If you want the book,

bring $30,000

and meet me at Dolores Park
tomorrow at 9:00 a.m.

Leave your cop friend behind.

I'll be watching."

[♪♪♪]

How's that?
Is that too tight?

-No, it's good.
-Okay.

Good call on getting suited up
at your friend's house.

We can't risk you
being watched at yours.

Yeah, he didn't mind.

He's a good friend.

Did you park
on the other street?

Double-backed on the way over,
circled the Mission twice,

Believe me,
nobody was on my tail.

Great.

Maybe I should get a gun.

What do you think?
Should I get a gun?

There is no way

that I am letting you
out of this house with a gun.

I don't know.
What do you think?

I think no.

Okay, let's test these levels.

Just say something
in your normal voice.

My normal voice?

What other voice do I have?

Yup, that works.

Should I at least
get an earpiece

so I can hear you guys?

No. We can't risk it
being seen.

Great.

Okay...

Got the approval from the Chief
for this from lock-up.

Although I've got to say,

it took a little convincing

that somebody was actually
going to demand $30,000

for a cookbook, but--

you're welcome.

Actually, it's not a cook--

You know what, never mind.

What made this guy think

that you could raise
that kind of money overnight?

My consulting work
takes me all over the world

and I do have
some pretty wealthy clients.

My name's out there.

Henry has "fans".

Man, I'm in the wrong business.

Okay.

You're going to be under
surveillance the whole time.

We're going to have
eyes and ears on you

from the moment
you walk on the scene.

Bailey and Munro are going to be
blending in with the crowd,

and the Captain and I

are going to be
in the recording van

just up the street.

If at any moment
you feel unsafe or threatened,

just walk away, okay?

Or you can use the code word
and we'll come in and get you.

All right.
Got it.

What's the code word again?

[group, in unison] Alfredo.

I knew that, I knew that.
I got it.

Okay.

Once the exchange is made,

Bailey and Munro will sweep in
and make the arrest.

Promise me you are not going
to try and outsmart this guy,

okay?

He's shown himself
to be a killer.

Just play along,

make the exchange,
let us do our job.

Of course.

Henry...

I promise!

Everyone got eyes?

Copy.

Copy.
I have a clear view of Henry.

I'm good to go.

Okay, it's 9:00.

Now for the waiting game.

Excuse me.

Sorry. Do you have the time?

Yes. It's just after 9:00.

Thank you.

Is that the money?

Uh...

yes, it is.

Do you have the book?

Looks like we have
a possible target.

Do you have ears?

We have him.

[camera shutter clicking]

Okay, Henry, here we go.

Nice and easy.

Show me the money first.

I don't think so.

You show me the book first
or we don't do this.

You swear you came alone?

Look, you contacted me,
remember?

I'm not buying anything
until I verify what you've got.

Now give me the money.

Not so fast.

Just give me a minute.

[man] Come on, man.

Let's go.
You're killing me here.

Oh!

What's he doing?

It looks like
he's reading the book.

Henry, what are you doing?

Give him the briefcase!

Is he actually
reading a cookbook

during a sting operation?

It would appear so.

What are you doing?

It's very good.

Great, then give me
the briefcase.

I'm afraid I can't do that.

What?

Henry, don't do this.

What did you say?

I said I can't do that.

-[camera shutter clicks]
-Come on, Henry.

This is a fake.

I mean, don't get me wrong,

it's a very good forgery,

but this isn't
the Belvedere chef's book.

I'm not messing around.

That's the real book.

I believe
that you think it is...

Come on, Henry.
What are you doing?

...but I assure you...

this book is a fake.

Give me that briefcase.

Well, that doesn't seem
very fair

if it's not the real book.

-Give me the--
-Hey, hey, whoa. Stop!

Alfredo! Alfredo!

Move in! Go! Go! Go!

Excuse me!

Move!

Look out!

Look out...

-Get out of the way!
-Out of the way!

Excuse me!

Price! Price!

[Maggie] Where'd he go?

You didn't see him?

-Are you serious?
-Come on, guys.

Come on.

[Maggie]
How could you let him get away?

Why are you angry?

I just saved
the department $30,000.

If you had given him the money,

we could have arrested him,

and then we'd still have
the money--

and the suspect!

You make a good point.

Look, the book wasn't real.

He still could've gotten away,

then we'd be stuck
with a fake book

and have lost $30,000.

How do you know it was a fake?

Maggie, you know
I've been collecting

antique books for years.

There were so many red flags.

Number one,

the interior of the book
was far too clean

for a hundred- year-old
chef's book.

Every chef knows

that a book that old

would have food stains
throughout.

Number two,

while the recipes and the notes
did appear authentic,

the penmanship was clearly
from one individual.

Do you know

there are 12 different
characteristics of handwriting?

Things like spacing,

pen pressure, slant,
line habits.

The Belvedere chef's book

was added to over
many generations

by different family members.

The writing in this book

was far too uniform

to represent
all those different people.

I could go on...

I think we're good.

Okay, just one final point.

I smelled walnut oil
on the pages.

Walnut oil?

Forgers use it to age paper.

Look, if I had to guess,

I would say this forgery
was by a master who was rushed.

In many respects,

the work was excellent.

I think he just ran out of time.

Price!
We got him!

We got a facial recognition
match on our guy.

His name is Daniel Whelan.

He was arrested for tax evasion
three years ago.

Never did any time,
but he's still on probation.

We've got an address.

Print that up.

Let's pay Mr. Whelan
a little visit.

[Henry] So what now?

[Maggie] Without a warrant,

I'm inclined
just to wait and watch.

We've got Bailey and Munro
circling the neighborhood

if we need backup.

Well, we could...

always clean up a little
while we wait.

Thank you.
My car, my mess.

I like it just the way it is.

Honey, I'm just saying,
it's a little--

-Stop.
-Really?

I like it.

Maggie, look.

Is that who I think it is?

Yes, sir.

Leah Rollins
just exited the house.

She's getting into
a black four-door Hyundai.

License One, Charlie, Alpha,
Juliet, two, four, four.

Looks like she's going
south on Foster.

Pick her up, bring her in.

-Copy. We're on it.
-Let's go.

[♪♪♪]

Daniel Whelan?

Police!
Open the door!

Okay...

Stay here.
Do not move.

Daniel Whelan,
this is the SFPD!

Yeah, I don't think so.

[Henry] It's me!

Henry...

stay close.

Don't touch anything.

Okay.

This is the SFPD.
Is anyone home?

Is it Daniel?

Yeah.

This case just got
a lot more complicated.

Thank you.

This is a size 12.

The victim's is a 10.

Well, if this is a 12,

these prints
don't belong to Leah.

No.

I'll have CSI
look for more prints

and collect a sample
for soil analysis.

Maybe they can trace a location
for the mud.

All right.

-Detective?

This entry wound

is different than
the Richie Palmer murder.

It's a single shot
to the chest,

but it's from
a larger-caliber bullet.

The gun that killed Richie
was a .38.

This is more like a .45.

Yeah, we already found
a .45 casing in the room.

-Got it.
-Thank you.

-Detective?

Thought you'd want
to see this right away.

It was found in another bedroom.

Great.
Any sign of the book?

No, Ma'am.
Not yet.

All right, keep looking.
Thank you.

Another Walther.

This one's a .38.

What do you want to bet this is
the gun that killed Richie?

Bailey and Munro
have Leah back at the station.

Once she saw their lights,
she didn't even try running.

Okay.

Hey.

Do you see what I see?

You think
that's the same red truck?

[Henry] Maggie, come on!
Let's go!

No, it's too late.

We'll never catch up.

Daniel called me earlier today,

and he was freaking out.

He accidentally killed somebody.

Richie Palmer?

Yeah. That's right.

Daniel swore it was an accident,

but I don't know
if I believe him.

Him and Richie
knew each other

and Richie had told him

about this famous book

that he was supposed
to buy for his boss.

I guess one thing
led to another,

and Daniel tried to get the book
all for himself.

And you and Daniel...?

He's my ex-boyfriend.

Or...

was.

I hadn't seen him in months.

Part of the reason

this first year
has been so difficult

is because Daniel was stealing
from the restaurant

to pay off some gambling debts.

He told me he owed
a lot of money

to some people
he was really scared of,

and that's why
I went to his house,

because I was worried about him,

and that's when I found him.

Why didn't you call the cops

when Daniel
told you about Richie?

I don't know.

I was protecting him, I guess.

Even after
everything Daniel did,

I guess I still have
feelings for him.

That probably sounds ridiculous.

Not at all.

Now I wish I had called you.

Maybe Daniel
would still be alive.

Ballistics came back today
on Elsa's Walther

and it was not a match

for the weapon
that killed Ritchie.

Which again
points to the Walther

we picked up at Daniel's.

We found records

that show he was licensed
to carry a Walther PPK.

Popular gun.

Which matches Leah's story.

Daniel killed Richie
with his own gun

to get the book.

And someone else killed Daniel.

And now that person
has the book.

Which Henry says is a fake.

-But whoever killed Daniel
probably doesn't know that.

-All of which
takes us back to square one,

with a killer on the loose
and a missing book.

-Yeah, except now
we can add

a red pick-up truck
into the mix.

Perfect. The case is
practically solving itself.

Square one.

Henry, you're brilliant.

Well, are you coming?

Yeah. Sure.

-Where?
-Back to the beginning.

Thank you for seeing us
so late, Mrs. Klein.

Call me Josie.

Anything I can do to help.

I can't believe
there's been another murder.

And all this over a book?

We know that you spoke
with officers yesterday,

but could you tell us again
how you came across the book?

Well, as you know,

I run a charity that supports
the children's hospital.

It was supposed to be something

to keep me occupied
during my retirement

after my husband passed away.

That's him.

William.

We were married for 42 years.

He's very handsome.

Thank you.

You were telling us
about the charity?

Oh, yes.

It's been such a success,

with so many people
wanting to contribute,

I'm afraid it's become
rather a full-time job.

And the Belvedere book?

Where did that come from?

Oh, I'm afraid I don't remember

how that book came into
the collection this year.

I think I discovered it

at the bottom of a box
of assorted items.

I'm a little embarrassed to say
I didn't know what it was.

I'm just so shocked

that anyone could kill
over a book,

no matter how valuable
it may have was.

Would you be shocked
to find out

that the book
may have been a forgery?

I thought the book
was still missing?

It is,

but we have reason to believe

that the book that Richie bought
on behalf of his employer,

the book that you gave him,

is a forgery.

If you don't recall
how you came across the book,

do you have a list of donors

who gave
to your charity this year?

Yes, I do.

Wonderful.
We'll need that.

Thank you for your time
tonight, Josie.

If you think of anything else
that may be of use,

you can reach me here.

-I will.
Thank you.

-Good night.
-Good night.

It's me, Josie.

We have a problem.

All right, here you go.

One...

stale black coffee
in a paper cup.

Mm!

Mm...

Just the way I like it.

Thanks, hon'.

You're welcome.

You know, this Belvedere case

has got me thinking

that maybe my dad and I

should add
a little Louisiana flair

to our menu at Molly's.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah, he thinks
it's a great idea.

We're going to do

a little experimenting
in the kitchen

tonight after hours.

It's nice to see
you and your dad doing so well.

Yeah, well,
business is booming.

Oh.

Yeah, that too.

That's all thanks to you,
by the way.

Aw.

I'm just happy

that you mended things
between the two of you.

Yeah. Me too.

Good.

Henry, come look at something
for a second.

Yeah. What's up?

All right, well,

I've been going through
the list that Josie gave us

of all the donor
that gave to her charity, right?

Yeah.

Nothing too interesting
has been coming up--

until I Googled this guy...

Milo Kraus.

[Henry] Says here
he's a bookbinder.

Mm-hmm.

You know who I'm thinking
would male a really good forger?

[Milo] I found the book
in Los Angeles.

It was in the bottom of a box

tucked away in the basement

of a parchment supplier I visit
when I'm down that way.

He had no idea what he had

and he sold it to me
for next to nothing,

but I knew exactly what it was,

so I gave it to Josie
for the auction.

I knew she'd get
a handsome price for it.

In your opinion,

did you believe it
to be authentic?

Well, I'm not a chef,

and I can't speak
to the recipes,

but the actual book's age
and its general construction--

it appeared legitimate.

I noticed you have
some first editions.

You're obviously
a book collector yourself?

I have a modest collection.

I don't keep many for myself.

Most of the valuable
books I find, I sell,

or, more often,
repair for other collectors.

Restoration is a big part
of my business.

[Maggie] And what is it
you do exactly

as a book binder?

[Milo] Traditional binders,

they work on large runs
of books and magazines,

but I focus on hand binding.

I create limited editions

and restore and rebind
rare books.

I work with collectors
and libraries, primarily.

You must have come across
some forgeries over the years.

Yes.

Unfortunately, forgery is
a part of the business.

Whether it's books,
famous letters, manuscripts--

there are always
people out there

trying to swindle those
who are less knowledgeable.

[Maggie] Are you aware

that two people
may have been killed

in connection
with the Belvedere book?

Yes. I read about it
in the paper this morning.

It's shocking.

Is that what this is about?

We're simply following
the trail of the book

as part of the investigation.

Well, I understand
the detective's role in this,

but how do you fit
into the picture, Mr. Ross?

[Maggie] Mr. Ross
has experience with rare books

and is consulting with the SFPD.

Ah, I see.

And tell me,
where is the book now?

Oh, I'm afraid we're not
at liberty to discuss that.

Of course.
Of course.

[Henry] So what do you think?

Did you see
how nervous he looked

when I said you have experience
with rare books?

Yes, I did.

He is definitely
hiding something.

I agree.

You know who else
is hiding something?

That lawyer who hired you--
Eric McClearen.

Yeah, but he's claiming
attorney-client privilege.

There's nothing you can do.

I've been thinking
about that...

Do you usually
have repeat clients?

Sometimes.

Okay, so whoever
this mystery client is

could be someone
you've worked with before,

or at least someone you know.

It's possible.

I have an idea.

[guard] This is the camera
over the front doors.

Okay, we need to see

everyone who came in
the front doors

in the last week.

It's going to take a while

if you want to get a good look
at every face.

We've got nowhere else to be.

[guard] Okay, here we go.

Here we are...

now we're into Wednesday...

Stop. Wait.

Go back two seconds.

Yeah, stop.

Look who it is.

[Maggie] Nicholas Belvedere.

What floor
is Eric McClearen's office on?

Seventh.

Can you show us if he gets off
on the seventh floor?

Sure thing.

[Henry] Freeze.

Bingo.

You have impeccable timing,
Detective Price.

My lawyer and I
were just about to call you.

Come on in.

Join us, won't you?

Detective.

Henry.

Detective, I apologize
for all the mystery

and for lying to you earlier.

I'm the one who secretly
hired you, Henry,

to buy the book at auction.

Please, have a seat.

Detective, please.

Why didn't you come forward
after the first murder?

I knew that
if my identity was revealed,

I would most likely
become a suspect.

That's why you visited me
in the first place, isn't it?

I was just hoping
you'd find the killer quickly

and that my identity
would never be a factor.

But why hire me secretly?

If people knew

that I was bidding
on my family's book,

it would draw
more attention to the auction

and everyone would assume
that I'd pay anything

to keep the book in my family,

where it belongs.

And they'd be right.

I didn't want my presence
to drive the price up.

-Even if I were to believe
your story,

and that you didn't kill
Daniel Whelan for the book,

I could arrest you right now
for obstruction of justice.

Detective,
before we go down that path,

what you're not aware of
is why I'm here.

Nicholas called me this morning
to talk about coming forward.

When he heard that
there had been a second murder,

he felt it was his duty
to come clean

and cooperate with the police.

I came here personally

to apprise him

of what the consequences
of that admission might be.

As his lawyer,

I would ask that you take
his cooperation into account

and understand that his motives
were completely innocent.

-Detective, I believe
that book belongs with me.

It's an important part
of my family's legacy,

but not at the expense
of people's lives.

I didn't kill anyone.

My family's name

will forever be linked
to these murders now.

Believe me,
I want that killer found

just as much as you.

This is too much.

Guys, when you said come over,

I had no idea

the two of you
were cooking for an army.

We're just playing around
with a few ideas for the menu.

We needed an impartial judge.

Now, here in front of you,

we have
Oysters Rockefeller crostini--

one of the specialties
of Belvedere's Fine Dining.

Here, we have

creamy garlic shrimp
in a parmesan sauce.

Mm.

-But what we're mostly
excited about

is showing you some of

the finer points
of Louisiana-style Gumbo.

Here, we have a Cajun Gumbo

with a roux base,

and is more like a stew.

Ooh!

-And here we have
a Creole Gumbo,

which has a tomato base,

which is more like a soup,

which we have here.

[Maggie] Oh, boy.

-Henry tells me
that you like shrimp.

I do.

Let me get in here.

Hmm?

Wow.

Okay. Molly's definitely needs
to add some Creole to the menu.

-Told you.
-Yeah.

-We also have another
little dish for the menu--

Cajun Mac 'n' Cheese.

Mm!

-It'll have
a little spicy sausage,

some shrimp,

Cajun seasoning,

a few other little goodies
I'm going to throw in there,

but the best part is

we're going to call it...

"The Abby Special."

No way.

-And any time you and Abby
come in here,

it's on the house.

Guys...

that is so thoughtful.

Thank you so much.

She's going
to absolutely love that.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Hey, we're one big family here.

We miss her, too.

-So...

how's the case going?

I hear you two had
a very interesting meeting

with Nicholas Belvedere
today, right?

Yeah. You can say that again.

I don't know.
I just don't fully trust him.

He's already lied to us once.

I checked the system, though.

He doesn't own a red truck
or a gun.

He has no prior arrests.

What do you make
of our book binder?

I was hoping to find
him in the system as well.

He fits so perfectly

with the theory
of the book being forged.

He had access,

and he certainly has
the skill set,

but, again, nothing.

No arrests, no violations--

nada.

I saw something at his house.

I leaned up against
this large mirror,

and it closed
a couple of inches,

as though
one side were hinged.

To me, it felt like

you could swing
that whole mirror

open on one side.

Why would a mirror
have a hinge?

I don't know,

but it clicked shut
and it wouldn't move again.

I've seen a lot of wall safes
in my time.

Well, whatever it is...

I have an idea.

Now, I know how you feel
about breaking and entering,

so I just wanted to run
a little idea by you.

Actually,
it involves both of you.

And what is this little idea?

Exactly.

lk me into this.

Shh! He's coming.

Detective Price, Mr. Ross.

What can I do for you?

We are so sorry to bother you
this late, Mr. Kraus,

and I feel so dumb,

but I have unfortunately left
my house keys somewhere,

and we are retracing
our steps for the entire day,

and this is the last place
that we haven't checked.

Is there any way

we can just pop in
for 30 seconds

and confirm that I didn't leave
my keys here somewhere?

I'm quite sure
they're not here.

I think I would have seen them.

I'm sure you're right,
Mr. Kraus,

and I wouldn't even ask,

it's just that, well,
he's done this before,

and there's no way

I'm letting him
sleep on my couch again.

I promise
we will be 30 seconds.

30 seconds.

-Thank you.
-Thank you very much.

So when we first arrived,

I think we were in the kitchen,

and then we...

I think ended up
in the living room,

so maybe they fell under
the coffee table, or...

Yeah, I think
they're over here.

[doorbell rings]

It's over here.

I'm sorry to bother you, sir.

We are canvassing the area

and talking to home owners

about the rash of break-ins
reported in this neighborhood.

If you don't mind,

I'd like to ask you
some questions,

Mr...?

Kraus.

Now might not be
the best time...

["officer"]
It will just take a minute.

Have you experienced

any disturbances
yourself recently?

[Kraus] No, I haven't.

["officer"]
We're mostly concerned

about this past week.

Have you heard
any strange noises outside?

[♪♪♪]

["officer"] Have we met before?

[♪♪♪]

So, how long have you lived
in this area?

We found them!

We got them!

Again, so sorry
to have bothered you, Mr. Kraus.

Oh, looks like you're having
a busy evening.

So it would seem.

Well, then we'll get
out of your way.

Thank you, Mr. Kraus.

Good night, officer.

Good night.

So...

that'll be all.

Thank you.

Thank you...

[laughing]

Oh, boy,
have I ever missed that.

Just like old times.

-Nice work, Officer Ross.
-Yeah.

Wow. We could use you
in undercover.

Oh, don't tempt me, Maggie.

I did my fair share of that
back in the day.

Did you get what you need?

Yes, sir.
All of it. Right here.

Milo definitely forged
the chef's book.

He had all the tools of a forger
in that secret room.

I mean, I'm willing to bet
he's our guy.

[Munro]
Price, you got a minute?

Yeah, what have you got
for me, Munro?

The lab report came back
on the soil sample

from that boot print
at Daniel Whelan's house.

There's nothing special
for the most part,

just your typical

clay and other deposits
from central California.

But there is one thing
that's odd.

Yeah, what's that?

There was a high concentration
of something called wormwood.

Wormwood, huh?

That's an herb.

Part of the plant and its oils

have been used in cooking
and medicine for centuries.

Okay.

So what was wormwood doing
at Daniel Whelan's house?

And why do we care?

Beats me.

Are you and Henry going
to pick up Mr. Kraus?

Yeah, we were
just about to leave.

We're also going
to bring Josie back in

for further questioning

because my instincts tell me

this whole thing
starts with her.

Henry, look.

[Henry] Are you kidding me?

Is that the same truck?

[Maggie] Yeah.
Look at the shell on the back.

[Munro]
Price, are you still there?

Hang on a second, Munro.

-Hey, Jim.
-Hey.

What's going on?

-Why's the driver here?
-Don't let him see you!

Very good.
How are you doing?

-I've got your order here.
-Thank you.

What are we supposed to do?

It's different plates.

Hey, Munro,
run this plate for me, okay?

-Yeah.
-Six, Charlie...

Alpha, Juliet,
zero, four, four.

[Munro]
Okay, that's registered

to a 2009 red

Chevrolet Colorado
pick-up truck.

Registered owner
is Dominic Lambert.

No outstanding warrants,

and no plates
are listed missing.

Okay. Listen.

You and Bailey need to round up
Milo Kraus and Josie Klein

and bring them
back to the station

for questioning--

but keep them separated,
though, okay?

[Munro] Okay.
We're on it.

Munro got a hit on the truck.

[Henry] Look, there he goes.

Hey, Dad.

Jim, who was that guy
that you were just talking to?

-The guy with the cap?
-Yeah.

His name's Dom.

He's the guy I told you about.

He was here
the other day, remember?

He owns a liquor distillery.

A distillery?

Yeah. He's got this new drink
that's very popular--

"Emerald Dream."

All the young people
are into it, apparently,

so I thought maybe
we could serve it here.

Dom left a couple
of samples here the other day,

and so far,
everyone loves it.

I just ordered some more.

Why? What's wrong?

Dad, can you show me
this drink?

Yeah. Sure.

Do you remember him?

No, I've never met him.

I don't know what going on.

I don't know anything
about this distillery.

Here you go.

It's a little bitter for me,

but Dom says
they're doing so well,

that they've decided
to expand their product line

based on the success
of this one drink.

What do you make of it?

I take it this kid's
in some kind of trouble?

Could be...

In more ways than one.

No, it's just a hunch.

It's too early to speculate,

but what I would love

is to get a look inside
that distillery.

Yeah, me too.

We've got Milo and Josie
back at the precinct

to explain their involvement
in the forgery.

What we don't know

is how Dom Lambert
fits into all of this.

Clearly, he's been tailing us.

We spotted him
at the second murder scene.

Why don't we pick him up
and bring him in?

Yeah, I don't like going into
an interrogation blind.

I want to know
what I'm dealing with first.

Wait, I have an idea.

Jim said that Dom was doing

the rounds
with his clients, right?

Yeah?

Just follow my lead.

Hello.
May I help you?

Hi there.

Yes, I'm Maggie Price.

This is my partner,
Henry Ross.

We're consultants

for a chain of
liquor distributors in Europe,

and we recently came across
your Emerald Dream

and spoke with Mr. Lambert

about possibly doing
a marketing study overseas.

[Henry] That's right.

We think there's
a huge opportunity

for this drink

and Dom said to just come by

and he would show us
around the facility.

Oh, I'm afraid Mr. Lambert
isn't in right now.

Did you have an appointment?

No, sorry.

He made it sound like
we could just drop by anytime.

I'm sure he'll be back by 3:00.

Would you like
to come back then?

Oh...

I'm afraid
that's not going to work.

We, uh...

We have a plane to catch.
To London--

because we are attending

the European
Wine and Spirits Festival,

where we were hoping

to talk about Emerald Dream
to all of our clients.

We're not going to be back
in the San Francisco area

for, what, several months, and--

You know what?

I'm sure it's fine
if it's quick.

I'll take you through right now.

-Thank you.
-Great.

-That would be wonderful.
-Mm-hmm.

As you can see,
everything is state of the art.

We are still a small distillery,

but Mr. Lambert
feels very strongly

that distilling

is firmly rooted
in Californian tradition

and we can compete

with some of the bigger names
out there

as long as we keep

our ingredients
organic and local.

That's a big
selling point for us.

[Maggie] So all
the ingredients are local?

Interesting.

[♪♪♪]

[sniffs]

[Maggie] Okay. Thanks, boys.

Okay...

Dominic Lambert
owns a distillery

and makes a very popular drink
called "Emerald Dream."

Oh, yeah.

I know that drink.
It's great.

Yeah, and I think I know why.

What do you mean?

Okay.

We just took a quick tour
of the distillery,

and through a vent
on a locked door,

I smelled thujone.

What's that?

All right,
stick with me on this.

Thujone...

has a very distinct
menthol smell

and is a central component
of pure absinthe.

-Absinthe?
-Yeah.

I believe Mr. Lambert

is using an old formula
of absinthe,

which uses thujone.

Now, thujone has
a very high alcohol content

and is toxic
in high enough doses.

It can lead to convulsions
and even death.

The FDA bans it,

and is very much illegal
to serve it in food or drink,

but the best part is--

guess where it comes from?

-Wormwood.
-[Forsyth] Oh...

And traces of wormwood

were found
in the muddy boot print

at Daniel Whelan's crime scene.

Exactly.

If Dom Lambert
didn't kill Whelan,

he's certainly involved.

So not only is this guy
selling an illegal substance,

but he's also
the number one suspect

in a murder investigation.

I still don't understand

how all of this
is connected to the book.

That's what
we're about to find out.

You've been lying to me,
Mrs. Klein.

About the book.

About Milo.

I've got two victims
in a murder investigation

and all of my evidence

points back at you
and that book.

It's not looking good for you.

I didn't kill anyone.
I promise.

Then start talking.

And the truth this time.

I was given
the original chef's book.

Milo found it in Los Angeles,

just sitting there
in a dusty back room.

He knew it would be a great item
for the charity auction.

Why didn't you just sell
the original book?

At first, I intended to.

When I first got it,
I didn't really examine it much.

It seemed authentic,

so I added it
to the auction catalogue.

It wasn't until later

that I had time to sit down
and really examine its contents.

How much do you know
about absinthe?

Quite a bit, actually.

I'm somewhat
of a culinary history buff.

Then you may know

that a hundred years ago,

it was popular
not only as a drink,

but as a food ingredient.

Many restaurants used it
in their menu,

but once it became illegal,
they were forced to stop.

What I discovered
in the chef's book

was that...

Belvedere's never
stopped using it.

In fact, some of

their most famous
signature dishes

relied heavily on it.

Couldn't they have just
substituted the absinthe?

Some places did
and they lost customers over it.

Apparently, Belvedere's
didn't want to risk it.

The problem is that absinthe

has sometimes been associated
with serious health issues.

[Josie] I knew that

if it became public knowledge

that the famous Belvedere's

had been using

an illegal substance
for decades,

their legacy would be ruined

and Nicholas
might even be vulnerable

to a class-action lawsuit.

You're actually right
about that lawsuit.

What they were doing
was illegal.

Nicholas could be
financially ruined over this.

Why would you care so much

about Nicholas
and the Belvedere family?

I was married to my husband
for over 40 years

and I loved him dearly.

But before William,

I was in love
with a very talented young man.

He was so good-looking
and so passionate about life--

and cooking.

His name was George Belvedere.

Nicholas' grandfather.

Our lives went
in separate directions,

but...

you never forget
your first love.

So you didn't want
the Belvedere name harmed,

so you reached out to Milo,

and you knew
he could forge the book.

I didn't know what else to do.

The book had already been
publicly announced

and I thought
if Milo just recreated it,

and took out
all the references to absinthe,

then who would be hurt?

Everything else was exactly
as it was in the original.

I had no idea
it would lead to all this.

Please don't blame Milo
for any of this.

He's an old friend
and he did it for me.

I just wanted
to protect Nicholas.

It would have devastated George

if he ruined
his grandson's life.

We're going to need that book.

If you haven't destroyed it.

Of course.

I couldn't bring myself
to do that.

I still have it.

Just one last thing.

Do you know a Dominic Lambert?

No. I've never heard of him.

Okay, so the mystery
of the forged book is solved.

That still doesn't explain

how Dom Lambert
and his distillery

are connected to the book

and why he killed Daniel Whelan.

Well, I hate to say it,

but is it possible
they're not connected?

No, I don't buy it.

Absinthe and that chef's book
are at the center of all this.

Dom Lambert killed
for that book.

If you believe Josie Klein,

Nicholas Belvedere
had a lot to lose

if that book
got into the wrong hands.

Well, it's true.

A class-action lawsuit

would financially
destroyed Nicholas.

I mean, he'd be wishing

that van Gogh painting of his
truly were real.

Wait a minute...

what was in

the van Gogh painting
on Nicholas' wall?

It was a windmill.

And what is the full name
of Dom's distillery again?

WLD stands for
Windmolen Liquor Distillery.

Wait.

"Windmolen" is Dutch
for "Windmill."

Windmill.

Nicholas' painting

is part of the distillery's
logo and name.

van Gogh was famous
for drinking absinthe.

Where are you going with this?

The distillery would need
a large crop of wormwood

to create enough thujone
for its operation, right?

Yes, it would.

He'd need acres of private land
with no prying eyes.

Would you two please fill me in
on what you are talking about?

Yes. Follow me.

So...

let's look at this.

This is the Belvedere mansion
from an aerial point of view.

There's the house.

Right.
I recognize that.

Let's just take
a little look over here

What are those?

Those look like
very large greenhouses.

[Maggie]
Seems like a great place

to grow a lot of wormwood,

don't you think?

It's wormwood, all right.

There must be
thousands of plants in here.

This is just one greenhouse.

He has three others.

So Nicholas and Dominic
are in business together

in an illegal liquor operation.

I still don't understand

how the book
fits into all of this.

-And hopefully
no one ever will.

I'm sure you have a gun
on you somewhere, Detective.

Drop it to the ground.

And both of you, back up.

So who killed Daniel Whelan?

Was that you or Dominic?

Now, that was Dom.

You were very helpful
in leading us to Daniel.

We knew he had the book

after your failed
sting operation.

And thank you for not buying it
by the way, Henry.

Daniel was kind enough

to give it to us
at his house before--

well, you know.

It's all starting
to make sense.

If you say so...

Nicholas heard about
the book's existence

and was worried that absinthe
may have been mentioned in it.

He knew he had to get
his hands on it first.

That's why he hired you
through the lawyer.

Very good, Detective.

There had always been rumors
in my family

that our restaurant

had never stopped
using absinthe in the menu.

It's quite the family secret.

I knew that
if it was widely known,

my family's name
would be destroyed

and I'd lose everything
in lawsuits.

Losing all of your money

would have been
the least of your problems.

If the FDA found out

that you and Dom

were secretly selling thujone
in your liquor operations,

you would have been
going away for a long time.

That's why you needed the book.

As you've discovered,

I have quite a lot of wormwood
that I'd like to keep secret.

The less people
or federal agencies

that poke around in my life

the better.

You inherited a fortune.

Why risk it over this?

Well, looks
can be deceiving, Henry.

My father made
some foolish investments.

That's part of the reason
that Belvedere's closed.

Dom and I
went to school together.

His family had a background
in the distillery business.

I supplied the start-up capital
and the greenhouses for wormwood

and Dom supplied
the distillery know-how.

The only problem was the book
and what might be inside it.

[laughs]

Turned out, I didn't need
to worry about that.

My family
was smarter than I thought.

They made no mention
of absinthe.

I've destroyed the book,

so it doesn't really matter,

but...

it's a shame

that two people had to lose
their lives over it.

Sorry--I mean four.

Nicholas!
Nicholas, look at me!

You don't need to do this!

[Maggie] Run!

[gunshots firing]

[♪♪♪]

[♪♪♪]

I know you're in here, Henry!

You have no idea do you?

What?

The book you destroyed
is a fake.

The real Belvedere chef's book

is safe in our custody

and it very much describes

the absinthe that your family
used in their menu.

You're lying.

[Henry] Afraid not.

Even if you kill us,

the police know everything
about the distillery.

It's over, Nicholas.

Yes.

Get up, Henry.

Detective,
I know you're in here.

Show yourself if you want to see
your partner alive again.

Maggie, don't!

Show yourself
or I'll kill him!

[♪♪♪]

A second gun.

I should have known.

Don't come any closer!

You shoot him, I shoot you.

Your choice.

Can we have
one more choice, perhaps?

[♪♪♪]

It's over Nicholas.

So Daniel killed Richie,

hoping to sell the book

and pay off
his gambling debts...

And then Dom,

under orders from Nicholas,

killed Daniel.

They thought
they finally had the real book

and all their problems
were over.

What about Josie and Milo?

After hearing her side,
I spoke with the D.A.

What they did was wrong,
but it came from a good place,

so the charges were dropped
to a misdemeanor

and they'll serve
a little probation,

and that's it.

To the best crime-fighting duo
since Holmes and Watson.

That might be a little much.

Castle and Beckett?

Batman and Robin?

-Am I the Robin in this?
-Definitely.

How about simply
to a job well done?

By everyone.
Including you, Jim.

Well, thank you, Maggie.

[all together] Cheers!

Well, if you'll excuse me,

I've gotta check
something on the grill.

-Of course.
-All right.

Well, I was going
to save this for later,

but...

I have a little
something for you.

What?

What is this?

Wait...

Is this...?

The actual
Belvedere Chef's book.

I convinced Josie
to give it to me.

I told her that I knew
a certain someone

who would truly appreciate
its historical significance

and always, always
take good care of it.

Wow. I...

I don't know what to say.

Oh, well, that's a first.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

You deserve it.

Well, since
we're exchanging gifts...

Oh...

I have a little something
for you, too.

Okay...

I always felt bad
that we missed the Giants game,

so I got us tickets
to tomorrow night's game--

right behind home plate.

Wait.

There's three tickets.

Well, it's the long weekend,

so I thought maybe
we could have company.

[gasps]

Stop!

Baby girl,
what are you doing here?

Henry sent me a ticket

so I could come
for the weekend.

You did this?

Can you afford the time away?

Yeah, it's fine.

And to tell you the truth,
I kind of miss you.

"Kind of"?

I miss you so much.

Besides, we are celebrating

and I heard that there's
some killer mac 'n' cheese

that I need to try.

Yeah, there is!

You've come to the right place!

[all chatting happily]

Oh, you're gonna love it.

Get in here, get in here!