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♪ I'm sailing up high
in the sky ♪

♪ Oh, won't you come be
in my boat ride? ♪

♪ Sailing so completely free ♪

♪ Oh, won't you come
sailing with me? ♪

Yuck.

Oh, my goodness.
What a hoot.

Ooh! Mommy loves you.

Excuse me.
Your baby is --

Oh! Really hairy.

Thanks.
This is Noah.

In his pram.

He has a heart condition.

Oh, maybe he should
be home in bed...

...where he can crap
in your backyard

instead of on the path
out there.

Are you Australian?

I'm from here, actually,

And a cat person, I'm guessing.

I've got a case I think
he might be interested in.

Daniel Woodward.

Historian,
owner and main presenter

of a visiting costume exhibition
at Oakland Museum.

The show was packing them in.

He developed it
with his partner,

Stella Moore.

Partner?

In business and in life.

Oh, I think you mean
deluded optimists.

Hmm, you could say that.

She dumped him a week
after the exhibition opened.

They keep working together
at the museum,

until Tuesday, two weeks ago.

Just after dawn on the 10th,

Daniel's body was pulled
from the water

just south of the....

No water in the lungs.

He died from blunt force trauma
to the skull.

Caused by?

The coroner put down
an open finding.

Stella received an SMS
from Daniel,

sent at 10:15 the Monday night.

"I'm sorry, Stella.
Nothing works anymore."

She left her phone
at the museum,

so didn't see it
till the next day.

A farewell note sent by text.

Yeah, well,
guys his age don't carry pins.

Did he include any emojis?

We found the phone

by the cliff at Achilles Point,

not far from Daniel's car.

Wait a minute.

His body was found
way east of the cliffs,

Five hours of ebb tide.

Hmm.

Did you track his movements
that night?

After he left work,

he bought a burger,

a bottle of Italian bubbly
in Parnell.

He walked around a bit

then traveled east
towards Achilles Point

until he turned his phone off
around about 8:00.

Well, what about at the museum
that day?

That museum managed to misplace

a month's worth
of CCTV hard drives.

- Awkward.
- And convenient.

So what are these markings
on his hand?

I don't know.
Hand doodles.

Oh, let's not call them that.

So, what do you think?

Did he fall or was he pushed?

It's Daniel's phone
that bugs me the most.

Wasn't a fingerprint on it.

Now who wipes their phone
after sending a text?

Well, I wipe my phone.
I want to keep it shiny.

Why? Even if you're teetering
on the edge of a cliff?

Well, probably.

I don't know.
It's a habit.

Yeah, like putting
away the teacups

face up instead of down.

Yeah, or you pretending
to listen to me

when you're not really listening
at all.

- Squiggles.
- That was deliberate.

What do you want me
to do with this.

Just do, you know,
your image searchy thingy.

You want me
to pattern match this

with everything on the planet.

Yeah, sounds good.
Do it.

Well, we're gonna need
better Internet --

at our place, I mean.

Oh, gosh. From the outside,
she's hardly changed a bit.

Oh, it's all new.

You know, there used to be
a family of Kiwi over here.

Why do they have to move things?

When were you last here exactly?

1982.

Okay, yeah. They've also got
the electricity on now.

Um, Sonny. Hi.

Can you point us to the
Legendary Threads exhibition?

Yeah, level one, ladies.

Tickets are just back there.

Oh, we're actually here
on a police matter.

The guy from the
Threads exhibition.

Daniel Woodward.
You knew him?

Uh, yeah.

I mean, enough to say hi.

He was a nice guy.

Look, um, head on up
without tickets.

Tell them Sonny sent you.

Wow!
These are amazing!

You keep doing
that tourist thing.

Oh, I will.

Stella?

My name is Alexa Crowe.

I'm helping the police
with their inquiries.

I'm just trying to get past it,
you know?

No, I do know, actually.

I'm sorry about Daniel.

Thanks.

So, what can you tell me?

Yes, he was still depressed
about our breakup.

Yes, we'd had an argument
that day.

Do you like Italian bubbly?

Sorry? No.

It's just Daniel bought
a bottle of Prosecco,

and I wondered if maybe
he was planning to come over,

you know, patch things up.

He didn't, and I called him
after the argument,

- before I left work.
- Five times,

according to your phone records.

He never answered.

What was your argument about?

Something stupid.

A dog I think.

Well, it must have
been hard for you

to keep working together
so closely.

We met at art school.

We'd been together five years.

We built all of this
from scratch.

Why did you end it?

This was supposed
to be our exhibition,

our business.

It took me a while to realize
it was really only his.

And you were home that night?

Yeah.
I was watching an old movie.

Really, which one?

"North by Northwest."

Oh, love that one.

You know that scene
where Cary Grant

finally meets George Kaplan?

Yeah, I know. It's wild.

Sorry, I have to...

Stella.

Now. Really?

Do you know what
this pattern means?

I've been through all this.

He was always using his hand
as a Post-it Note.

11:00 tour!

We are meeting
by the battle armor.

They have
George Harrison's caftan,

and it is awesome.

Hare krishna.

This was my absolute favorite.

It was Centennial Street.
It was right here.

it was all set up with shops
from Auckland in the 1860s.

- Candle maker, applier.
- I loved it.

Oh.

Something else they changed
to annoy you.

No, this was always here.

I used to stare at these masks

and imagine myself
at a ball in Venice.

I remember it perfectly.

Sonny.

We're looking for Lillian Reid.

I'll show you.

All part of the service.

Now, we have had the CCTV
hard drives stolen before.

They're worth quite a lot.

Who had access?

Only the other members
of the security committee,

all curators.

We keep them locked
in the basement.

Would you like to see?

Oh, maybe later.

Ah, you've been to
Legendary Threads, I see.

There's a whole section
on corsets.

Now I don't know if they're
a tool for the patriarchy

- or female empowerment.
- Exactly.

Still, now you're thinking about
corsets, so that's a win.

I'm glad you're looking
into Daniel's death.

Yeah, evidently,
you were the last one

who spoke to him before he died.

Oh.

Well, we did have a meeting
at 5:30.

Administration things.

How long have you
been a curator here?

Oh, about 10 years.

Taking up a position in New York
in a week.

Oh, very cool.
Congrats.

Thank you.

Mm.

Does this mean anything to you?

Um...

I don't --

Is that Daniel's hand?

Legendary Threads
was your project?

No.

No, Daniel brought it to me.

I championed it.

So you saw quite a lot of him?

I did, yeah.

I wish I had seen more,

been a better friend.

You know, maybe then....

I'm sorry.

He was very upset.

Worried about working
with Stella long-term.

- You do know that they --
- Oh, we heard.

Right.

I wanted to extend the show.

"I can't go on," he said.

I thought that he meant...

God, I feel so stupid.

Did he tell you where
he was going that night?

No.

If I had known what
he was thinking,

then I could have kept him here

or called Stella.

Something.

It's such a loss.

He did seem to have a lot
going for him.

Oh, he had an encyclopedic
knowledge in his field,

a wonderful eye for detail.

Stella seems to have
picked up the baton nicely.

Daniel was a showman,

Stella's doing quite a good job,

but...no, she's --

she's not Daniel.

Abraham Lincoln,
with his boots on

and a stovepipe hat,
he's pushing 7-feet tall.

I mean, he could go head-to-head
with Shaquille O'Neal.

His height.
What was his brand?

And I mean, we still recognize
that hat 160 years later.

This was taken
from a visitor's phone

the afternoon
of the day he died.

He doesn't look
too broken hearted.

No, he doesn't.

But then he was a performer.

So is Stella.

Phone was found
over there.

Right.

You know, if you went over here,

what are the odds,
if you fell into water --

I've read articles
on survival rates for falls.

If you hit your head,
you're dead.

I don't even like the look
of paddling down there.

Oh, you might be interested
to know this

is the nudie beach down there.

Oh my G--
There's a guy down there!

I know.

I've been running
that image search

for the marks
on the dead guy's hands.

Very wide parameters.

One hit a rock formation
30 miles from Boise, Idaho.

But I'm thinking no.

Can you pull up the tide charts

for the night that Daniel died?

I want to know specifically
the speed of an ebb tide.

Sure.

Are you gonna light a candle
every single night?

My family gives candles
at birthdays.

What are you, a candle hater?

Lemon fragrance,
orange pine --

It smells like toilet spray.

Oh, way to kill the mood.

See?

Here we go.

High tide, 9:40 p.m.

The flood tide was running
at 1.4 knots.

But that's in the middle
of the channel,

where the water's deepest.

What about in the shallow?
It should be going slower.

0.4 four knots
near the south shore.

That's why the kayaker
was paddling close in --

It's easier when you're going
against the current.

But if Daniel's body was
found near the island --

What time was his body found?

About 6:00 a.m.

So he can't possibly have died

on the rocks at Achilles Point.

There wouldn't have been time
for the body to float that far.

He must have gone into the water
in the main channel

or much further east.

So who left his phone
on the cliff?

I'm guessing the same person
that drove the car there

and who sent the text
to Stella's phone

and probably the person

who killed him.

Here you go, Ruben.

You know, I would have
brought this to you.

No worries.
It was on my way.

- Okay, I want that bag back.
- Of course.

Hey, Ruben, would you ever drink
Prosecco with a hamburger?

Only if I knew the burger
was gonna be terrible.

Dull the pain.
Is that an Aussie thing?

No -- How should I know?

Oh, your sourdough.

Did somebody complain?

No, relax.

Customers are wanting to buy
whole loves to take home.

You should think
about making more.

What am I, a machine?

A very nice machine.

You know,

I'm suspicious of people who
lay it on with a trowel.

I'm not.

I quite like it --

In case that's useful.

Might be.

Ooh, he should
come by more often.

Oh, easy, tiger.

Okay. Here's a question.

Why would Stella kill Daniel

if she'd already ended
the relationship?

Maybe she wanted the limelight.

Or maybe being with someone
who drives you crazy

all the time just got too much.

Oh, I'm sure that
could never happen.

What about Stella's alibi?

Now that, she was lying about.

Oh, you're back again.

How's it al going?

Can I help you with anything?

I'm good,
but what's going on here?

Oh, it's routine stuff.

The curators, they pull some of
the pieces from the collection

for cleaning and checks.

It's a regular thing.

Exciting stuff.

Well, the actual
real exciting stuff

is talking to beautiful people.

Oh.

And who guards
the CCTV hard drives.

You heard about that?

It's a bit embarrassing.

Did you let anybody
into the space

where they're stored
in the last month?

Like someone from
the costume exhibition?

No way.
I don't have a key.

Only management gets
in the IT room.

Usually.

Thank you.

That security guy's gonna
ask for my number,

- you watch.
- Mm-hmm.

There you are.

Little gift from the shop.

Oh!

I'm betting you're a fan
of Kate Sheppard.

She plays netball, right?

19th century suffragette.
Famous.

Oh!

Gorgeous. Thank you.

New Zealand woman were
the first in the world

to win the vote,

thanks to Kate.

I bet she would have made
a great goal attack.

And I have something for you,

because I've been thinking

about the marks
on Daniel's hand.

The collar is called a ruff,

early 16th to mid-17th century.

Ooh, and I thought padded
shoulders look stupid.

It was worn as a status symbol
by gentlemen of means

because who could possibly
do manual labor

in such a thing?

Oh, like stilettos then?

Pretty much.

But I'm not seeing it.

But see the curve at the top.

Then the lines down here are
the folds of the material.

I mean...

but why would he copy this

on his hand?

Daniel was a very precise man.

Perhaps he was designing
a better one.

Obsessing over tiny details.

Because of a broken heart?

Maybe.

Hello again.

I've been watching some footage
of Daniel working.

He was really exciting to watch.

Yeah, he's a hard act to follow.

Stella, I've got to ask,

do you know of anybody who
would have wanted to harm him?

Now, what do you mean?

I just think somebody else

was responsible
for what happened.

He didn't have enemies.

Look at what we do.

Artifacts, treasures.

Even the antiquities world
has a dark side.

Honestly, there was no one.

You lied to me.

You said that you
had a night at home

watching north by northwest.

I asked you about Cary Grant
meeting George Kaplan,

but George Kaplan doesn't exist.

That's the big twist in act two.

I was home.

I tried to ring Daniel.

He was so upset...

about a guy that
I'd seen a few times,

I did put the movie on,

But then Daniel came over?

No, not Daniel.

Someone else.

Who was it?

I promised to keep him
out of it.

He's married and has a kid,

He's an idiot.

Is he?

Okay.
I'm an idiot, too.

but I don't want to be the one
to wreck his marriage.

This might be just a fling,
as you say,

but I'm telling you,
you're a murder suspect,

and that idiot is your alibi.

Ta-da!

Oh, Sonny, have you been keeping
an eye on us all this time?

Yeah, just doing my job.

You married?

Sorry, what?

And you got a baby.

Just one at this point, right?

Who have you been talking to?

Stella.

Stella Moore.

That just happened, right?

She was so unhappy
and so vulnerable.

I know.

She promised to keep a quiet.

Well, she tried.

Can you?

Please.

Maybe.

Depends how helpful you can be.

How long were you with Stella
that night?

A few hours.

- Anyone see you?
- No.

What time did you leave her?

I don't know.

Midnight.

What was on those
missing hard drives

that you didn't
want people to see?

Sonny had all these
in his locker?

He's a terrible thief.

Okay.

Go to the exhibition space.

Sonny and Stella.

I guess that works.
And he's married?

Oh, very.

That man needs to dial down
his smile like 80%.

There.

It's 5:05, East Corridor.

Well, it figures.

It's Sonny.

The fight was about him.

You don't even need to sound.

"How long's this
been going on then?!"

"We're not together anymore,
Daniel.

Just but out."

If Sunny was with Stella
that night in bed, say,

and Daniel did turn up...

So new lover fights
the ex-lover,

and Daniel gets killed,

And they fake the cliff fall.

It fits.

Except that it doesn't.

Already selling
your extra loaf's.

Hot cakes.

Great!

I can retire -- again.

But I was thinking maybe
you should brand your bread,

make it stand out from
the supermarket sourdough.

I don't like packaging.

It's simpler than that.

You just use a butter glaze.

Looks different.
It looks cool.

Noted.

And I've been through
Stella's phone records.

She never called Sonny.

He would've told her not to.
He's married.

Well, that was
an interesting request.

Phone data for Sonny Tuhana,
security guard.

Let me take a stab --

It places him with Stella

on the night that Daniel died.

It does.

Funny Stella never
mentioned him.

So, his phone is logged at
Stella's from 8:15 p.m. to...

midnight.

No trips to the harbor
with the body.

Unless he was smart enough
to leave the phone behind

when they dumped Daniel.

Sounds like it's time
to bring Sonny Tuhana in.

and Stella,
put a bit of pressure on.

Well, no hurry, aye?

I think there is.

You found a love triangle.

That spells means and motive.

Well done you.

No, there are loose ends.

Yep, and I'll tying 'em up.

Loose ends you don't know about.

Look, the body went
into the water

in the middle of the harbor.

It wasn't chucked over a cliff.

- What?
- It's a tide thing.

So how would Sonny and Stella
get the body out there?

And why? Why not just
throw it over a cliff?

Good questions.

I'll ask them.

Just give me 24 hours.

I think Sonny was just a friend,

just a shoulder to cry on
after a break up.

24 hours.

Thank you.

A shoulder.

Why are you protecting Sonny?

I'm not protecting Sonny.

I'm protecting his kid.

Look, we're not the police.
We can do things our way.

Your way.

Alright. My way.

When I was a kid,

my father used to take us
to the museum all the time.

Great memories there.

but then one time,
my mother took us as a treat,

and that's where she told us

that she was moving to Australia
without Dad,

and we'd have to choose.

Well, that sucks.

You went with mum.

And my brother, Will,
stayed with Dad,

so happy, happy families.

So if we can not mess up
a kid's life today,

let's,

Where are you going?

Going to talk
to Stella's neighbors.

Hello.

Hey.

Can I just say, I don't think
your life's a mess.

Ass off that table.
We don't do that in New Zealand.

Sorry.

There were 10 of us at home,
so you say where you could.

Do you see any
chair shortages here?

Any luck with the neighbors?

No, nobody remembers Sonny.

Okay. Check this.

This is Daniel 15 minutes
after his fight with Stella.

Oh! Mads this is it.

What's on display there?
What's he copying?

How would I know?
It's the West Corridor.

I think he's going to
that meeting with Lillian.

I think
that's outside her office.

He showed her his hand.

Lillian doesn't bother
with socials much.

It's no fun.

Studied history.

Worked as a conservator
in the U.K.

before she made the jump
right here.

Oh, a newspaper article...

about Lillian getting the job
in New York,

senior curator
at the Hibbett Center.

Youngest ever.

- Wait.
- This is such a puff piece.

- Let me see.
- They even did a photo shoot.

- My God.
- I know.

Her clothes are amazing.

Look where they took
the photograph.

Lillian relaxes on Mimu.

That's the Reid family yacht
right here in the auction tarp.

Ooh, and apparently
they're selling it.

Come on.

- Wow! Look at me now.

Come on, Madison.
We're working.

My office in Melbourne
looked out on a brick wall.

Hey, Alexa.

Can I help you?

Hello, I'm Alexa

Call me Trevor.

Manager, caretaker, vigilante.

Delighted.

we've been talking
to Lillian Reid

about buying her yacht.

Ah, the Mimu. Lovely.

Yes, well, we were here
for an inspection,

but I'm afraid Lillian has
been caught up at the museum,

and she told me never fear,
that Trevor would see us right.

Of course he will.
Come this way.

Super.

How long you've been sailing?

Oh, my whole lot.

Alright.
Brilliant.

Ah!

Here we go.

Marv.

Uh, Trevor.

How do you keep track
of the boats coming and going?

I mean, what if one's stolen?

Right here in my pocket?

Yeah.
It's all on an app these days.

Owners send me a note
when they head out,

and easy.

And how often does
the Mimu go out?

I mean, it hasn't been
sitting here for months,

growing barnacles.

Oh, it goes
out on the weekends a bit.

Lillian likes to take
her girlfriends for a sail.

We actually have
a mutual friend with Lillian.

Tanya was meant to go sailing,
wasn't she?

When was that, Alexa.

Oh, it was a Monday night,
the 9th.

Yes, and when she got here,
the yacht had sailed.

Ah. Hmm, that's weird.

The 9th.

Ah, yeah.

Lillian took the Mimu out
just after 8:00.

I saw her leave.

It's funny to ignore Tanya,

but then that happens, I suppose

- Perhaps Lillian met a man.
Mm.

More fun than Tanya,
let me tell you.

No, it was only Lillian.

I'd remember a man.

Well, thank you, Trevor.

You have been very helpful.

Okay.
Western Corridor.

It's somewhere here.

Lillian lied about seeing

that pattern
on Daniel's hand.

She fed us that line
about collars.

What the hell
is she covering up?

Okay.
This is the spot.

Right here.

Yep, Daniel stood here
drawing on his hand,

copying...

what?

I don't see anything
that looks like it.

Lillian Reid knows what it is.

Hello again.

I got a message,

I am remembering
Centennials Street.

Was it not here?

Yeah, for nearly 50 years.

Oh, hey,
the CCTV footage showed up,

and I had a look at it.

I-Is there a problem?

Daniel showed you his hand.

I told you,
I have no recollection of that.

He had just come
from ranting at Stella,

and then he saw something
that he had to bring to you.

No.
It was a scheduled meeting.

Where did you go that night,
Lillian?

Well, it was a Monday night.

I took the yacht out,
just on the Motu.

Ah, that's a bit dangerous,
isn't it?

You know, the dark.

Not if you're few careful.

And I am careful.

Oh. Do you do that
often at night?

I'm trying to sell it.

Motor needs to be turned over.

I do it when I can.

Who went with you?

No one.

I was alone.

You can check with
the staff there if --

You already have.

So, you know, I was by myself.

The drawing on Daniel's hand,

not a 16th century ruff.

Look, Daniel was a mess.

And what happened to him
was an awful accident.

If you think that's not
the case, well...

you're going
to have to prove it.

Ooh.
Bread smells funny tonight.

Why does it smell funny?

It's a butter glaze.
It caramelizes.

Excuse me.

- Harry?
Yep.

- Did you bring the wine?
- As ordered.

- Entree.

And you think
my grapefruit candle stinks.

This is not a stink.
It's a butter glaze aroma.

It's all in the nose
of the beholder, right?

What's a smell?

- Candles.
- Butter glaze.

Here's the Prosecco.

Same brand and shop as Daniel's
credit card purchase.

It wasn't cheap.

That's gonna look great
on your expense report.

Now, listen.

I lifted this off
Lillian Reid's yacht.

See the embossing on the top.

That's a match.

That's Daniel's Prosecco.

So, it places him on the yacht
that night.

Only circumstantially.

Until you get his thumbprint
off it.

50% chance it'll be
Lillian's thumb.

He who buys the bubbly opens
the bubbly. It's a rule.

Lillian has a witness
who says she went out alone.

And just after 8:00,
Daniel's phone data

has him traveling east
towards Okahu.

I know. I know.

But still, I'm telling you.

Well, are you really turning out
the loaves, aren't you?

I won't ask if you've got
a commercial preparation

of foodstuffs permit.

Nice crackled top.

Yeah..

Consider it a bribe.

And thank you
for the extra time.

It puts Lillian
firmly in the frame.

Why would Lillian Reid

kill Daniel Woodward?

Something to think about.

- You two.

I've been looking at
that Egyptian vase online,

and I checked out
the museum poster

that was next to it.

I mean,
maybe Danny was looking at that.

Poster.

That's interesting.

Yeah, but there's no match.
Nothing looks anything --

Bub, bub, bub, bub, bub!
Bub! Bub! Bub!

Don't you ever go home?

Who said I wasn't at home?

You don't give a man
much choice.

Where are we going?

West Corridor.

This place at night
gives me the creeps --

ever since I saw that movie.

What?
"Night At the Museum."

No. Another one.

Okay. Here.

You know, Madison was right.

Daniel was copying the post.

Copying what?

You know how yesterday,

you were hanging that
framed poster in the lobby.

It was one of these, right?

Yeah.

Are all these posters new?

Yeah, I mean,
I changed this one over...

last Friday.

We've had to swap all
the old ones out.

There was a big rush.

Starting when?

Two weeks ago,

Well, who wanted all
the old posters changed?

Lillian.

Good morning.
- Where did you find that?

Oh, this old thing turned up
in the security office.

Caught my eye
because this mask

is the one thing
I remember from years ago.

Well...you should keep it then.

I didn't notice
how cracked the mask was.

I mean, it's not aging well,
is it?

That's called a craquelure.

It's the upper layers of paint

shrinking over the centuries.

Now, I must go.

Packing up my office today.

How did that go?

Oh, she's got ice water
in her veins, that one.

Now, I know that
Danny was sketching

patterned crack on his hand,
and she knows I know,

but she keeps calling my bluff.

But why was Daniel sketching it?

I don't know.
What did you find out?

Okay.
The mask is 500 years old.

Belonged to Artemisia Piscopia,

who was bossing it
as a mathematician

when women were lucky
to get an education at all.

The mask came here via England

after it was looted from Italy
in the 1800s.

Just the usual story.

Nice scarf.

Looks old.
Even feels kind of old.

Sure, it's a replica.
It's not meant to look like new.

We got to get upstairs quick.

He was copying these marks
from the poster.

It's not the same mask.

The cracks he copied
from the poster

don't match the ones
on the mask on display.

It's the same effect,
but line for line...

Daniel had an amazing eye
for detail.

Lillian said it.

Oh, he spotted it.

The original mask

has been replaced
with a replica.

Lillian worked
as an art conservator.

She'd have all the skills
to make a great fake.

Damaged mask, patina of age,
craquelure.

And she'd have access
to do the swap.

Right. In the secure room
during maintenance.

But why?
She owns a yacht.

She doesn't need the cash.

If she gets found out,
she's going to jail

and her career is over.

I mean, I get the feeling that
career is everything to Lillian.

Oh, yeah. The way she says
New York, she just glows.

So Daniel comes to the curator
and says,

"Ma'am, you've got a fake
in your collection."

There's motive.

And she says,
"Why, thank you, Daniel."

Why don't you come out
on my yacht,

and we'll talk about it."

Except he didn't get
on the yacht.

Right.

Alright. I'm here.

Where did you get to?

I drove east
along the waterfront

for about 13 minutes
like Daniel did

before he turned off his phone.

Look around.

The police report says he was

right next to a phone tower
when he switched off.

Oh, yeah, maybe this is where

Daniel rendezvoused
with Lillian,

But there's
no proof of that.

Not yet.

So the go-to place to
sell stolen antiquities

has to be the dark web.

I went in there and advertised

the genuine mask of
Artemisia Piscopia a for sale.

Okay. Go on.

Well, if Lillian found
a buyer already,

maybe we can flush them out.

Maybe there's a link
to Lillian somehow.

Can you track people on that?

Not on the dark web, no.

but you can communicate
with them.

So did anyone respond?

Three hits so far?

Dreadlock asks how much we want.

NeatWorkingGoys says
we're full of it

and warns everyone
our mask is a fake.

Promising.

And Aragon 2041 actually
offered us $8,000 US.

NeatWorkingGoys --
reply to them.

Tell them that there's a rumor

that the police
are investigating

the theft of the mask
from Auckland Museum.

Why that one?

'Cause I'm good
at cryptic crosswords.

Lillian made sure
she was seen leaving the marina

that night alone on her yacht.

I'm not staying in here.
No way.

But it was a taxi run, you see?

Maybe I'll let you go first --

Daniel was waiting for her
at Akaroa Bay.

You'll find that the paint
on the wharf matches.

I'll give you 10 seconds, tops.

No, we're doing this my way.
We settled this.

Is that your elbow?

Yes. What else would it be?

Thank you.

Hello, Lillian.

How goes the packing?

This isn't --

What are you doing?

I'm really sorry about the job,

but I've been doing
a little digging,

and it seems that the chairman

of the SANAA is one
Filippo Elbani,

but his middle name is Piscopia,

you know, direct descendant

of Artemisia Piscopia.

I know
nothing about that.

It turns out
he's a huge baseball fan, too.

NeatWorkingGoys turns out
to be an anagram

of "Go New York Giants."

You're talking gibberish.

And right about now the FBI

is using his phone
and Internet gear.

All he wanted was the mask
back in the family.

And all you wanted was a job
in the Big Apple.

When Daniel came to you
about the fake mask,

he had no idea
you were responsible.

You invited him out
on your yacht.

He'd had a bad day.

You picked him up
at Akaroa Bay

because you knew
no one would see anything

after 8:00 at night.

You drank bubbly with him
until he was tipsy.

And then you smashed his skull
with a fire extinguisher.

Stole his phone

and left his body to the tide.

You got your yacht back
to the marina,

and then you drove your car
to find Daniel's at Akaroa.

And then you dropped it off
at Achilles Point.

Then you sent a farewell text
to Stella.

Another fake.

Cleaned up and walked back
down the hill to your car.

Oh, come on.
That's all conjecture.

I'm afraid not.

You didn't check the yacht
well enough.

Daniel's prints were all over

the Prosecco cork
that I found there.

Plus, your yacht
scraped the dock

when you picked up Daniel

and the paint on your hull
is a match.

And now here you are,
trying to swap the real mask

back before you're caught.

Hi.

I'm Harry.

Don't think we've met.

Hey.

Lillian Reid.

Yeah, a very ambitious woman.

And Daniel's eyes were
a little too sharp.

Thanks for protecting
Sonny and me.

You know...

No problem.

Only I was really doing it
to protect Sonny's kid.

Not you.

So what next?

We were gonna tour
the exhibition next month.

Melbourne first, then San Diego.

Well, it sounds great.

I don't know.

Auckland feels like home now.

Oh, come on.
You're allowed to leave.

And when you get back,
home's there.

You can just slip right back in.

Kia ora.

I'm not sure about
Kate Sheppard now.

A gift from a murderer.

I don't think I can wear it.

Oh.

Well, that's sad.

I'll just put it in the bin
with my candles.

You happy?

No, I'm sad, like I said.

Oh, I bought you a candle

from the museum gift shop.

At present?
It's not my birthday

In the bag on the table,

It's scented.

I'm amazed

I'm in the mood for compromise.

The scent is fresh baked bread.

You have a right to feel
at home, I guess.

Well, that's sweet.

Yeah.

Until I kick you out.