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CHARLIE: That nose of yours
never does takes a rest.

What are you doing, pal?

Digging for treasure?

(REX SNIFFING)

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.

(CLICK)

(COFFEE POURING)

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!

(REX WHINES)

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.

(REX GROANS)

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.

DONOVAN: 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.

CHARLIE: 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?

JESSE: 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.

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

We want to know why your oak barrels

are being used in a murder?

VALÉRIE: 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.

VALÉRIE: 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.

VALÉRIE: 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.

CHARLIE: 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.

VALÉRIE: Did he say anything to you?

He kept to himself mostly.

Always scribbling in his notebook.

CHARLIE: 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.

(REX BARKS)

I know. We are good.

I'm afraid there's no dogs allowed.

We're cops. All three of us.

(REX BARKS)

We need to see room 106.

It's under the name Anton Page.

Now would be good.

(BEEP)

Wow.

Oh Paolo, what did you do?

(REX SNIFFING)

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. - (REX SNIFFING)

SARAH: 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.

(REX BARKING)

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.

CHARLIE: 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.

JESSE: 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.

VALÉRIE: 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.

PAOLO: Does your husband know?

YOU: What does it matter?

PAOLO: 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.

SARAH: 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.

(REX BARKS)

(SARAH LAUGHS)

VALÉRIE: 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.

(REX BARKS)

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...

(CELL PHONE BUZZING)

Hudson.

SARAH: 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?

BASIL: Swirl.

Smell, sip, spit.

Mmm.

The four S's are the key

to unlocking a gin's full potential.

Now, you.

SARAH: Thank you.

I'm finding it a bit fruit-forward.

Do you have something else more subtle?

I have just the thing.

CHARLIE: The DNA test is back.

Let's talk, Basil.

We know your wife slept with Paolo.

VALÉRIE: We have your blood on the shirt

Paolo was wearing when he was killed.

CHARLIE: We have text messages

from Paolo, the night that he died,

saying that you were following
him in a threatening manner.

VALÉRIE: We found Paolo

stuffed in one of your barrels.

CHARLIE: 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.

(REX BARKING)

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?

JESSE: 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.

CHARLIE: Freeze it there.

Zoom in on our sharp-dressed man.

CHARLIE: Send that picture
to my phone, Jesse.

Wait wait.

What's that? On the table.

Behind Paolo.

JESSE: Yeah, let me blow it up.

Paolo's notebook.

That's what the waitress
was talking about.

VALÉRIE: Charlie.

You think he's our man?

Only one way to find out.

(REX BARKS)

Rex.

CHARLIE: 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.

CHARLIE: 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.

(MOTORCYCLE ENGINE)

- (REX BARKS)
- (GUNSHOT)

- CHARLIE: Get down!
- (REX BARKING)

Ughh!

- (GUNSHOT)
- (REX BARKING)

(SCREECHING TIRES)

(MOTORCYCLE ENGINE)

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...

(REX GROWLS)

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.

CLAIRE: 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.

(REX GROWLS)

Is he okay?

What is it, pal?

(REX SNIFFING)

(REX BARKING)

Hey.

CHARLIE: Hi.

You're a tough guy to track down.

Hank.

Are you familiar with Paolo Rose?

VALÉRIE: We have evidence
you were with him.

We need to know what you said.

CHARLIE: It's a murder investigation.

If you don't feel like co-operating-

we can just charge you with
obstruction of justice.

DONOVAN: 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.

VALÉRIE: 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.

CHARLIE: Well, if you are a fan-

then maybe you can help
us find his killer.

What do you know about Hank?

Good luck, Detectives.

CHARLIE: 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.

SARAH: 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.

SARAH: 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?

(REX BARKING)

(REX BARKING)

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!

(REX BARKING)

Hank is short for Henry the Fifth,

the finest cognac on the planet.

Henri Cinq.

But of course.

SOPHIE: 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.

SOPHIE: 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.

(REX YELPS)

SOPHIE: 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.

(PING)

Text from Sarah.

Autopsy's in.

Come on, pal.

- (CELL DOOR CLOSING)
- (DOOR BUZZER)

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.

(REX WHINES)

VALÉRIE: 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.

JESSE: 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?

(BEEP)

Boom goes the dynamite.

Ready for round two, Rex?

(REX BARKS)

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CHARLIE: This is the hazel alder berry.

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

(REX SNIFFING)

All right, partner.

Track it.

(REX SNIFFING)

(REX SNIFFING)

(REX BARKING)

Good job, partner. You found it.

(REX BARKING)

CHARLIE: 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.

(REX SNIFFING)

What have you got there, pal?

(REX BARKS)

Looks like tire tracks.

Strange place for a car.

(PHONE BUZZING)

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.

(BEEP)

(PING)

That would be one Galen Wheatcroft.

Tell Donovan I need a warrant.

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VALÉRIE: I'll check around back.

(KNOCKING)

Charlie!

Over here!

That's Galen's bike.

(REX BARKS)

CHARLIE: Here comes the
last box of evidence

from Galen's house.

(REX SNIFFING)

(REX BARKS)

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.

CHARLIE: I bet Paolo's not the only one

who can sniff out a congener.

(REX SNIFFING)

Find the phonies.

(REX SNIFFING)

- (VALÉRIE LAUGHS)
- (REX BARKS)

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.

VALÉRIE: 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?

JESSE: 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.

DONOVAN: Hey.

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

That's where Galen's holding his event.

Not on Canadian soil.

DONOVAN: Mm-hmm.

Which means that one-two-

three of you are going on a trip.

(REX BARKS)

- ♪♪
- (UPBEAT MUSIC)

(FRENCH)

_

VALÉRIE: Yes.

Come as fast as possible!

Back-up will be here in twenty minutes.

(REX BARKING)

CHARLIE: Or maybe sooner than that.

Hey. Uh, je me suis...

Whoah.

(REX BARKING)

Those are not French police.

Don't listen to him.

I'm so excited you're here!

Hey.

(DING DING DING)

Gentlemen. Could I have
your attention please?

How's everyone feeling?

Good?

Ready for the main event?

CHARLIE: Galen Wheatcroft.

Congratulations on the ultimate con.

You do realize that
this is a scam, right?

CASPER: 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.

CHARLIE: 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?

CASPER: Wait.

Let's indulge them.

All right, partner.

You're up.

Find the phonies.

(REX SNIFFING)

(REX BARKING)

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.

CASPER: 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?

(REX SNIFFING)

(REX BARKS)

(REX SNIFFING)

(REX BARKS)

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!
- (REX BARKS)

- CASPER: Let them go.
- (REX BARKS)

(REX BARKING)

(REX BARKS)

- ♪♪
- (DRAMATIC MUSIC)

(CHARLIE WHISTLES)

Wait for it...

(REX BARKS)

WOMAN: Oh!

It's over, Galen!

Don't make this harder for yourself!

Better to stop now.

CHARLIE: Rex!

Ugh!

Uhhh!

(REX GROWLS)

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.

- ♪♪
- (UPBEAT MUSIC)

♪♪

♪♪

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

And he copped to everything.

DONOVAN: 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.
- (SARAH LAUGHS)

SARAH: I think this calls
for a few libations.

DONOVAN: 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.

DONOVAN: 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.

CHARLIE: 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.
- VALÉRIE: Santé

- JESSIE AND CHARLIE: Cheers.
- (CUPS CLINKING)

(REX BARKING)

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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
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I'd say you've got thirty thousand.

(BARK)

We were all best friends.

We loved each other.

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

We're done here.

(BARK)

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