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Mr. O'Neill.

About those coins...

The...
The vintage silver dollars?

Y-Yes, well, now,
as I informed you,

all transactions are final.

My wrist!!

My boss feels differently.

I count three phony coins here.

Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk.

Did you really think

this ruse would pay off
your gambling debt?

I-i-if you believe

their provenance to be...
to be suspect, sir,

then perhaps

I-I could offer you
another antiquity

to-to cover my obligation?

I've got a better idea.

One that may preserve
your health

and cover your obligation.

It concerns
a former associate of mine,

a Mr. Derrick Quinn.

That name. Say it.

Derrick Quinn.

Der... Derrick Quinn.

All right, Quinn,
dinner time's over.

Let's have your tray.

Quinn!

I've checked all the auto sites.

I've checked every car lot.

I-It's futile.

All the ones
that I actually like

are way over my budget, so...

Well, what about a fixer-upper?

Yeah, I may not have
a choice, really.

What about
my friend Cindy's car?

She's headed overseas
on a student exchange program,

she needs to sell it.

Hannah, it's a Miata.

So?

A teal-blue Miata?

So?

So... no thank you.

Your loss.

I got to go. Midterms.

Good luck.
- Thank you.

You'll kill it, sweetie.

Thanks, Dad.

Logan, here's an idea.

Why don't you volunteer
at the police auction?

Change tires, wash cars.

This way, you would be doing
an act of community service

and you would get a first look
at the inventory.

Wait. So...

You guys are okay

with me driving
some ex-crime lord's wheels?

Yeah.

Cool! I'm in.

That'll save us some money.

Great idea.

We'll let you know
this afternoon.

Thanks for coming in.

Warren Barnes?

Detective Lynwood.

Pleased to meet you, sir.

Yes. Got your resume
from Ms. Fessler.

Irene?

Mm.

That was kind of her.

Said you worked
the county RV show with her.

Gave you high marks.

It says
you're a NASCAR mechanic?

Yes, sir.

Well, we are in need

of a experienced mechanic
and auto appraiser

for the vehicle end
of our auction.

So, when do I start?

Well, it's
a community fundraiser.

I'm afraid the fee isn't much.

My dad was a Waco County
Deputy Sheriff, sir.

No need to explain.

All right, well...

looks like we found our man.

All right!
- Welcome aboard.

Hey, Frank.

Hey, Jenn.

Jason.

This is Warren Barnes.

He'll be handling
the vehicles up for bid.

How do you do?

Nice to meet you.
- Good morning.

Hey! Dad.

There's this really cool
retro truck parked around back.

Let's check it out.
Excuse me.

Mind if I join you?

Please do.

Thanks, Warren.

Have you seen Miles?

Just a heads-up.

There's been
some last-minute changes.

Jennifer, I'm, glad you're here.

I-I'd like to introduce you
to Irene Fessler,

she's an event planner

with a resume
as long as your arm.

Well, no...

but probably up to your elbow.

Hello.
- Hi.

Now, Irene, has agreed to,

to come on board,
to help manage this fiasco.

Yep. Duty calls.

Text me
if you need anything, okay?

Of course, Detective.

Jennifer,

you know I, I deeply
appreciate all your help,

but the, the scope
of the auction this year,

not mention losing my partner,

has-has left me...

Miles... it's okay.

I understand.

In fact, Dani and I
were just lamenting the fact

that we disqualified
ourselves from the bidding,

so, now we can.

It's a win-win for everyone.

I'm so glad you see it that way.

Great. Well,
I should get back inside

and finish cataloguing
all the inventory.

Nice to meet you.

You too.

So, I take it Justin
is still hounding you?

Night and day.

Serves me right

for partnering up
with an Internet lender.

I know, I know.
You warned me.

Um...

Anyway.

Did you bring
the, the appraisal binder?

Yes. I have it right here.

There you go.

Thank you..

Miles.

Your wrist.

I sprained it,
moving that grandfather clock.

Listen...

Jennifer, I, um,

I have a proposal
for you, my dear.

Um...

Now that you're free
to do some bidding,

there's a few items
that I have my eye on.

Now, if you could fetch them
for me at auction,

I could buy them back from you
for, say, a 20% mark-up?

I thought you wanted
to reduce your inventory,

not add to it?

Yes, but I have buyers lined up

and this would help
keep me afloat for now.

Sure. I'll do my best.

But, Miles...

Are you sure you're okay?

I'm fine, I'm fine.

I'm-I'm just...

I am a bit overwhelmed
at the moment.

Thank you for everything,
my dear.

Ooh, look at you two.

Just rewired it!
How's it sound?

Great!

And loud.

Well...
playtime is over, ladies.

Gotta run.

My Fred Astaire.

So, what does Miles
want us to do now?

He wants us to put together
an auction catalogue?

Actually... we're done.

Miles, he hired an event planner
for the auction.

What? We're fired?

Relieved of our duties.

Hey, but now we are free
to bid and buy.

Mm. Hmm.

Hello, hello?

Irene?

Well, I just had to drop by

after that awkward introduction
at the impound yard.

Please, don't worry about it.

Um, this is my partner, Dani.

Dani, Irene is taking over
the auction.

How do you do?

Hi. So I have you to thank
as well.

Irene Fessler.

Nice to meet you.
I love your fedora.

Thanks.

And your Claddagh ring.
- Yes.

Custom-made in Ireland.

Is that a black sapphire?

'Tis.
- It's perfect.

Thanks.

Irene, your name
sounds familiar.

Weren't you
the event coordinator

for the Tri-County Antiques Fair
last year?

Somebody read the program.

Irene, you're in
a no-parking zone,

and there's a meter maid
out there,

circling like a vulture.

Quick. Your keys.
I'll move it.

Sorry.

That's Adele, my assistant.

She's a computer science
grad student.

Her first day on the job,

she created a software program
for all my billing and shipping.

We could use that!

Yes, we could.

Well, listen, before I forget,

we have some promotional
materials for the auction.

Would you like them?

Love that!

Okay.
- Thanks.

Is that an Adderley tea set?

It is.

I know someone,
an avid collector.

Would you
like me to contact her?

That would be wonderful.

No ticket!

Ha-ha! Saved by Adele!

Isn't she precious?

Yeah.

Jason?

Yeah?

You mind holding down the fort
while I check out a few engines?

Sure, no problem.

Logan, right?

Yeah.

Hard-working boy.

Well, thanks.

How's that car-hunt going?

Well, that truck
we were looking at earlier

is a bit out of our budget,

so he's looking at
this green pick-up.

The Studebaker?
- Yeah.

Nah. Forget it.
The engine block's cracked.

Really?
Do you have any suggestions?

See that '66 Mustang over there?

Yeah?

Built like a tank.

And I believe
within your budget.

Sounds like a major project.

Yeah, well...

if you and your son
are up for one...

food for thought, huh?

Okay.

Thanks.

Yeah, no problem.

Make sure
you get the chrome, buddy.

I can hear that brain of yours
working overtime.

Mm.
- You okay?

I was just thinking about Miles.

I was thinking about him, too.

I don't like the way
he let you go.

Well, social graces
were never Miles' strong suit.

Or handling money,
for that matter.

I warned him not to go into
business with Justin Wilkes.

Well, it's hard to give people
business advice.

You're a good friend.

Well, he needs my support.

I don't want
to turn my back on him.

"There are no strangers
and there are no outcasts."

Who said that?

You did.

That's another reason
why I love you.

Next on the block,

we have got
this red GMC cargo van.

You know where we'll be.

Okay. Good luck, boys!

And to you.

Thank you.

Professor Atkins!

Hello, ladies.

Is Hannah ready
for her midterms?

Studying into the wee hours.

And what brings you here?

Do you have
your eye on something?

Absolutely.

I couldn't believe it

when I saw it listed
in the auction brochure...

a full set of
Encyclopedia Britannica,

circa 1911.

A prized edition.

Indeed!

Though I must say,

there are a couple volumes
that look a bit ragged.

Not to worry.
We know the best bookbinder.

Do you have Terry's number?

I do.
I'll text it to you.

Great! Thanks.

Do I hear 3,500?

I have 3,500.

Do I hear 3,700

for this...
solid 2006 cargo van?

Do I hear 3,700?

Let's, let's keep it moving.

Sold!
To the man with number 22!

Okay.

Ho, ho. Next up...

we have got a classic...

1966 Mustang V8,

seekin' a little love,

a little restoration.

"A little"?

Two words... "sweat equity."

We'll start at 2,500.

I have 2,500.

And we're out of here.

Do I hear 2,750?

We'll call
the difference a loan.

Plus the parts and paint?

Don't push it.

I have 2,750!

Anyone else...

for this gorgeous set
of vintage encyclopedias?

Going once...

Going twice...

And sold to the gentleman
holding card number 14.

I won?

You won!
- Congratulations.

Next, we have
a rare 1920s kaleidoscope,

mounted, with a series
of additional viewing wheels.

We will start the bidding
at 200.

And I have 200.

Do I hear 225?

Excellent. And 250?

I have 250.

250 going once, twice...

Miles?

And sold to the lady
holding card number 12.

Miles, there was
another bidder, number 22.

I am so sorry.

My eyes are not as sharp
as they used to be.

Next.

We have Greta...
a Cacatua alba.

Hiya, Andy! Hiya, Alex!

...With a large, wrought-iron
birdcage included.

We will start the bidding
at 300.

300!

Hiya, Alex!

You're kidding, right?

Look at her.

I mean, she's spent
her whole life with criminals.

She just needs someone
to believe in her.

300.
Do I have any further bids?

How're you doin', Miles?
- Justin.

You and I have
some unfinished business.

And don't tell me
that the check is in the mail.

Yes, well,
I have been meaning to call you,

because I am currently
rearranging my finances.

Rearranging, huh?
- Yes.

What, another bridge night?

Another poker game?

Miles!

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

All right, all right.
Time out, time out, time out!

You're in default.

You hear me?

Everything that's yours
is now mine!

Are you okay?

"Neither a borrower
nor a lender be."

It's my fault.
It's all my fault.

Wow...

this is incredible.

So what inspired you
to buy this, Mom?

An early childhood memory?

Actually,
it was a client request.

Seriously?

There are
kaleidoscope collectors?

There are.

Smells good.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Do not take another step
until you get cleaned up.

Well, you heard your mother.
Let's go.

Hannah?

Will you stir this for me?

Sure.

Hey, Dani, what's up?

Um, hi. Do you know
if there's a trick

to getting a bird
to eat with a dropper?

Greta's vet says she needs
a daily dose of medicine.

I do not.
I've never owned a bird.

Why don't you look online?

Hello, gorgeous.
Tch-tch. Hello?

Yucko! Yucko!
- Hello?

Yucko!

Well, anyway,
the reason that I called is,

a delivery van came

with a large crate
and several smaller boxes,

all courtesy of Miles Wexford.

Several? He said he was sending
only a couple of things.

I'm afraid not.

There's a note here that says
he's closing his business.

Closing his business?

Yeah, for health issues.

Namely Justin Wilkes.

Thanks, Dani.
I'll give him a call.

Miles? It's Jenn.

Hello?

So sorry...

I sh... I should never
have involved you.

Miles, what's going on?

Some debts...

you can't repay.

Hello? Miles?

Better, yes? No?

Jason, I think something
is wrong with Miles.

I'm gonna go check on him.

Do you want me to come with you?

No, it's okay.

The food'll be ready
in about an hour.

I'll be back for dinner.

Miles?

Miles, it's Jenn!
Are you here?

No.

Miles?

No. No, no, no.

So... you were saying

Miles had a confrontation
at the impound yard?

Yeah, with his former
business partner, Justin Wilkes.

Was it hostile?

Well, if Warren didn't step in,

I'm pretty sure
it would've escalated.

Any idea what it was about?

Miles was behind
on his loan payments to Justin.

And the devil came to collect.

Frank...

I've noticed a few odd things.

Here we go.

Well, for example,

Miles told me he hurt his wrist
moving that grandfather clock,

but that clock is where
it's always been.

And...

he keeps his case of whiskey
on this top shelf.

How did he get it down?

Well, where
there's a will, there's a way,

as my mother used to say.

And he also told me he sold
his entire coin collection,

but there are three coins
right there.

Well, he was depressed, Jenn.
Not thinking straight.

And on that point...

looks like he finished off
a rare bottle of Irish whiskey

and some benzodiazepine.

That... is a bad combination.

And this is for you.

"Dear Jennifer...

I've been severely negligent

in telling you how much
I've valued your friendship.

Despite the competitive nature
of our business,

you've always had
my best interests at heart.

Wishing you all good things,
now and forever. Miles."

Take a look, son.
The Hemmings Catalogue.

If there's an auto part
you need,

they probably have it.

Yeah, and if they don't,

the "Mustang Society"
should be able to find it.

Look, there's actually
a local chapter.

Sorry, would you excuse us?

Sure. Catch you later.

So what did the police say?

They say it's suicide.

But I don't believe it.

'Course you don't.

Come on. Come on.

Greta want a cracker?

It's gluten-free.
- Yucko!

Jenn.

Honey, I am so sorry
to hear about Miles.

I know. It's awful.

What did the police say?

They're viewing his death
as a suicide, as far as I know.

Well, I'm sorry.
- Me too.

Are those the boxes
that Miles sent over?

Yes, Drew and I were just about
to unpack them

when Greta flew the coop.

The police found this envelope
at Miles' place

with your name on it.

Hello! Hello!
- Hello.

Drew, well done. Well done.

And we are back.
There you go.

Bye-bye.

And I'm off.

Thank you.
You're a wonder.

Hey, Dani, take a look at this.

Miles named me
executor of his estate.

Well, that's unexpected.

Well, what are all these?

Well, this look like
his auctioneer sheet.

Yeah, here are all the items
that were up for bid.

Why would he send me this?

I don't know, but he circled
half a dozen things here.

Look, there's a checkmark

beside the kaleidoscope
he wanted you to buy for him.

And a line through
the encyclopedia set he wanted.

I just didn't have the heart

to outbid Professor Atkins
on those.

Well, maybe he just had his eye
on a few extra items.

Maybe.

So, where should we start?

I guess we start

by pulling everything out
and seeing what needs replacing.

Hang on!

Recognize those boots.

Morning!
- Hey!

Which one of you grease-monkeys
bought a tool deck?

That'll be me.

Care to give me a hand here?

Son?

Some more ice tea?

Yes, please.

And how about a sandwich?
I'm making ham and Swiss.

Thank you kindly.

So, where were we?

Right. First thing...

you're gonna need to get
a new oil pan.

Okay.

Where?

I'll find one for ya.

Appreciate that.

Step two.

Tires, shocks, and brake pads...
off they go.

Sound good?

Sounds good.
- Sounds expensive.

Jennifer, hi!

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to interrupt.

No, not at all.
This is my friend, Thomas.

He bought

that gorgeous Georgian sofa set
that you had your eye on.

It's a pleasure to meet you.

You as well.

Well, I should push off.

I'll send the delivery service
over later this afternoon.

All right?
- Sure. Sounds good.

It was nice to meet you.
- Likewise.

Shall we go in?

I'm terribly sorry,

but Miles is not here yet.

Irene, I'm afraid
I have some bad news.

Miles passed away last night.

Wow!

What?

I-I didn't know he was ill.

He had
some... personal problems.

Man.

I did not see that coming.

W-What I mean is...

Miles asked me
just the other day

if I could appraise
and find a buyer for his MGB.

Wow. He loved that car.

Said it was urgent,
that he needed the cash.

Look, I know you're very busy,

but I was hoping you could
help me out with something.

Um, can you tell me

who purchased these items...

on Miles' auctioneer sheet?

Can you read these to me?

You can skip the kaleidoscope

and the encyclopedias.

Okay.
Then we have the red van...

An art book collection...

A case of...
Pin... not...

It's pronounced "Pinot."

Like, the wine.

Here's an anomaly.

All of the items you mentioned

were purchased
by a "Mr. O. Henry."

O. Henry?

Like the writer?

Yeah. Well, I think
it's a pseudonym.

A fake name?

Why would somebody feel
compelled to use a fake name?

Well, Irene,
it's a police auction,

and all the items
that were put up for bid

were seized from criminals.

So maybe an ex-con
going by the name of "O. Henry"

wanted his
confiscated goods back?

Possibly.
I'm just speculating.

Do you have an address
for "O. Henry"?

Um...

no address,

and all the purchases
were made in cash.

Including the cargo van.

Mm. Okay.

I'll buy that "O. Henry"
is more than likely an alias.

The fact that he paid cash
definitely supports this.

But, the question is,

what is the connection
to Miles Wexford?

Well, Frank, you see
those checked items on the list?

Miles wanted me
to buy the kaleidoscope

and the encyclopedias
on his behalf,

because he was disqualified
from bidding.

So?
- So, Frank.

If he wanted to sell his car

and put a buy-back plan
in motion for other things,

that shows proof of life,

proof that he wanted
to stay in business.

Well, maybe he had
a change of heart.

Come on, Jenn.

We both know that depression
has a mind of its own.

And we both know

that Miles owed
Justin Wilkes a lot of money.

All right.
I'll tell you what.

You let me do the investigating,

and I promise,

I'll look into Justin Wilkes

and see if I can't I.D.
this "O. Henry" character.

All right?

Thanks, Frank.

I'm craving
a mid-afternoon macchiato and...

...I think help has arrived.

Dr. Trammel.

Your favorite.
- Aw, Jennifer.

Now, how can I help you?

I'm here for Miles Wexford.

Is he expecting you?

Yes.

Actually, it's official
this time.

I was named executor
of his estate,

which includes
his mortal remains.

So, you knew the man well?

Well enough to question
his death being a suicide.

Hmm.

"Hmm..."

Meaning, there's room for doubt?

No, just a "hmm..."

Oh, no, no, no.
That was not just "hmm."

That "hmm" meant something.

Okay, well, the "hmm" could mean

rigor mortis revealed
several surface bruises

on the wrist, throat,
and the shoulder.

Which could indicate
that Miles was manhandled.

Your choice of words, not mine.

But accurate enough?

Mm-hmm.

His wrist,

he said he sprained it
a couple of days ago,

moving a grandfather clock.

Hmm.

"Hmm," now what?

Yes, the left wrist
was severely inflamed,

but, curiously,
the damaged ligaments

had been rotated
in the opposite direction

of your more common sprains.

As for the lethal combo
of alcohol and barbiturates,

I found contusions
on the victim's throat,

tongue,

and upper gums,

suggesting...

Forced ingestion?

Correct.

As well, a search of
Mr. Wexford's medical records

showed no prescriptions
for benzodiazepine.

Your conclusion?

After careful evaluation,

I have officially classified
Miles Wexford's death

a homicide.

Murder?

Mm-hmm.

Hmm.

Miles is dead?

Murdered, actually.

Going on 24 hours.

I don't know what to say.

Well... maybe
this video might help.

See that time
in the upper-right corner?

Syncs quite nicely

with the estimated time of death
on the Coroner's Report.

That is not what you think.

Seldom is.

How'd you get a set of keys?

Miles gave them to me,
as per our loan agreement.

Look, I didn't kill him.

I want to believe you,

but I have two eyewitnesses

that say
you assaulted Mr. Wexford

soon after
the police auction ended.

He owed me money, okay?

A lot of money.

And after his last loan payment
bounced, I...

Look, I went out on a limb
for this guy, you know?

I mean, I bailed him out

when the banks were closing
their doors in his face,

and what does he do?

He takes every bit
of revenue that comes in

and he blows it
on a backroom poker game.

Right.

So then you get in his face
at the impound yard.

Right? Gets interrupted,

and then you decide
to finish the conversation

down at his shop?

No, he was dead
when I got there, all right?

He was face-down on his desk,

and there was booze and pills
all over the place.

Why didn't you call 911?

Because he was gone, Detective.

And I'd already had a public
altercation with the guy.

So, let me get this straight...

you figured

that your next best option

was to walk out of the place

with everything you could carry?

Call it collateral.

Besides, why would I kill him?

I can't collect
from a dead man, can I?

Unless he has loan insurance,

which, according
to your website,

is included with every loan.

Speaking of "booze and pills,"

I see that you refilled
your prescription

for benzodiazepine.

I want a lawyer.

'Course you do.

So...
any news you'd like to share?

Today's pie is peach cobbler.

I mean, the fact
that you're working a homicide,

as opposed to a suicide.

How did it go
with Justin Wilkes?

I'm not so sure about Justin.

Call it a gut feeling.

Anyway, took a team
over to Miles's residence.

Looks like he was packing
in a hurry over there, too.

Gosh, I wonder what put him
in flight mode.

Besides Justin?

I went digging around
the court records,

and everything
that Miles had circled

on the auctioneer sheets,

matched property seized

from Derrick Quinn,

a convicted counterfeiter.

So where's
this Derrick Quinn now?

Quinn died in prison
a few days ago.

Poisoned, apparently.

Tox results
are gonna take awhile.

So, what is the connection
between Quinn and O. Henry?

I don't know.

Come on, Frank.

Miles and Quinn,

two men that are both connected
to that police auction,

both murdered
within the last week?

Excuse me.

Miss? Piece of peach cobbler
for my friend here. Thanks.

Come on, Frank.

Tell me about the counterfeiter.

Well...

Quinn was a senior tech
at the U.S. Mint.

Somewhere along the line,

he began stealing
critical components...

like, ink
and currency-grade paper,

microchip software design.

Well, how'd he get caught?

Tried passing fake bills
over at the track.

Later, the Feds raided his house
and they found currency plates.

I mean, he was printing
10s, 20s, 50s.

What happened
to the other stolen components?

Quinn was adamant
that he destroyed them all.

And the Feds believed him
because he stuck to his story,

even after the D.A.
offered him a deal.

Thank you.

And so, now Quinn's property,
or most of it,

has been auctioned off
to a man named "O. Henry."

With the exception

of the encyclopedias
and the kaleidoscope.

Those belonged to Quinn, too?

Yes.

And didn't you say Miles wanted
to buy them back from you?

He did.

But I find it hard to believe

that Miles
was mixed up in any of this.

Unless he was financially
desperate enough to...

Make a deal with the devil?

Yeah.

Help secure
an ex-counterfeiter's wares

for the nefarious interests
of other parties?

So you think Quinn had partners?

We all believe

that Quinn had someone else
pulling the strings.

Any idea who?

Let's just say I know
someone who fits the profile.

Gentlemen.

Mr. McPhee.

Detective Lynwood.

Mm.

How long has it been
since you last harassed me?

Couple months ago?

Pinot Noir.

Hmm. This wine
is the exact same vintage

as the case we sold
at the police auction.

A vintage that was previously
owned by a convicted felon.

Care to explain how it came
into your possession?

It's my favorite year.

Is drinking wine a crime now?

No, but enough to bring you in
for questioning.

Let's go.

Two sugars, no cream.

Miles Wexford.
You know him?

Never met the man. Why?

Someone killed him.

Sorry to hear that.

You're sorry?

I thought you said
you didn't know him.

A euphemism, Detective.

I'll withdraw the sentiment.

Next question?

Derrick Quinn.

Also dead.

Also murdered.

I guess I can't say I'm sorry?

But you can say
you knew the man.

Nice try.

Aside from the wine,

I noticed you had some art books

that were also sold
at the auction.

How, exactly, do you have
those items in your possession?

There was this guy
peddling some goods

down on Avenue "A."

A guy in a red cargo van, right?

Hmm. I don't recall.

Let's quit dancing around
here, McPhee.

The van, the wine,
the art books...

they all belonged
to Derrick Quinn,

a convicted counterfeiter,

one whom Federal prosecutors
linked to you at the trial.

Allegedly linked...

never proved.

Who was your buyer
at the auction?

Buyer?

Does the name O. Henry
ring a bell?

O. Henry?

Hmm. Now, there's a good writer.

We're talking about
double-homicide here.

And also conspiracy
to commit counterfeiting.

Three charges which I really
like you for, McPhee.

Now, you've always been
so gung-ho

where I'm concerned, Lynwood.

Why is that?

You're a career criminal.

I may be a lot of things,
Detective,

but I've never been a murderer.

So, if we're done
dancing here...

may I go, or do I need a lawyer?

Hey, son.

It's a bit early
to be working on the car,

don't you think?

Sorry. I-I couldn't sleep.

We know the feeling.

Look at what I just found...

Look. There's some...

old photos in here, and...

a medal.

Looks like
they were taken in Vietnam.

"Khe Sanh, '68."

"F.O.B."?

"Forward Operating Base."

This is definitely
a Bronze Star for Valor.

Is there a medal certificate
in there?

No.

Wait...

are you telling me

that the previous owner
was a war hero?

Possibly.

And most likely
the original owner of the car.

Jason, what year is it?

1966.

Well, that fits.

The pink slip was registered
to the police department,

like the other auction vehicles,

so there's no actual name
to go off of.

No, wait, check it out. Look.

There's a name on the back
of this photo. Here.

"Leon's Liberators."

Wow. Look at them.

They're just kids.

The Sergeant in front,
I'm guessing that's Leon.

Maybe I should
get this back to him.

You know, if he's still alive.

Or to his family.

They would probably
appreciate the gesture.

Maybe an Internet search
will find him.

Maybe.

Coffee, darling?

Espresso.
Make it a double.

Do you have
any of those muffins left?

No more muffins for you.

Hiya, Andy!

Hiya, Alex!

Alex and Andy?

Hiya, Alex!

Alex and Andy?

Hiya!

Who are Alex and Andy?
Who is she talking about?

I have no idea.

I forgot.

Irene came by.
She said she found a buyer

for the kaleidoscope,
if you're interested.

I don't know.

Hannah really likes it.

Oh, does she?
- Mm-hmm.

I know that song.
What is it?

Excuse me, Mrs. Shannon?

Yes?

Hi. I'm Justin Wilkes.

We met once before,

over at Miles' shop?

Yes, and, the other day,
after the auction.

At the impound yard?

Yeah. I'm really sorry
you had to see that.

Likewise.

So how can we help you?

Well, I just dropped by
to return these.

Detective Lynwood tells me

that you're the executor
of Miles' estate now, so...

What is it?

It's his stamp collection.

Well, some of it, anyway.

Despite what you may think
about me,

I didn't have it in for Miles.

The truth is,
I enjoyed his company.

Until it came time to collect.

Yeah, well, if I'd known he'd
had such a gambling problem,

I never would have
given him a loan.

Miles had a gambling problem?

Yeah!

Yeah, bridge, poker, backgammon,
anything with cards and dice.

Well, do you think he might've
owed other people?

That, I would bet on.

Excuse me.

Did Detective Lynwood
notify you?

Yes, ma'am,
and he asked me to remind you

this is still
a crime scene and...

...And not to touch anything.

Got it.

Hey, Jenn.

Hey, Frank.

I'm here
looking at Miles' sales ledger.

It shows that he did sell
his coin collection.

I have no idea
why three were returned,

but there's a credit here

to, um,
someone named "McPhee."

Surprise, surprise.

Do me a favor,

hand that ledger over
to an officer on duty.

I'm in the middle of something
right now on campus.

Okay.

Wait, the college campus?
Is everything okay?

No. Professor Atkins' office
was just robbed.

No.

Yeah, he's at a seminar
right now.

I was just talking
to his assistant.

It seems the only thing missing

is a set
of vintage encyclopedias.

The Encyclopedia Britannica set?

'Fraid so.

Listen, I've got to go,

but don't forget that ledger.

Hi, Jenn!

Come on in.

Hey, Terry.

Um, I talked
to Professor Atkins,

and he said he dropped off

a couple of encyclopedia volumes
before he went out of town?

Yeah, he did,
and thanks for the referral.

I haven't got to them yet,
but we can take a look in here.

Here we go.

The spines
are in pretty bad shape,

but I've seen worse.

Terry...

this section here looks like
it's stuck together.

Can we separate it?

Yeah, let me see what I can do.

'Kay.

Hmm! That's
a neat little gadget.

There we go.

Boy.
Yeah, we got a problem here.

They're blank?

Yeah. Let me, um...

Let me put a light on it.

Well, I'll be.

That's,
that's an embedded watermark,

a U.S. Treasury watermark.

This is currency-grade paper,
Jenn, from the U.S. Mint.

Nice work. I already alerted
the Treasury Department.

How many volumes
were there in total?

29.

Geez! There's still
26 out there.

At eight bills a sheet,

that's a whole lot
of phony money.

So... obviously Quinn lied.

He didn't destroy
all the printing components.

No.

Listen.

I have a theory,

and I know you're not
gonna like it.

Remember, I was telling you

that we suspected
Quinn had a handler,

um, someone who forced him
into this.

Well, I believe the same someone
is connected to Miles.

Now, I know he was
a friend of yours,

but after questioning
Justin Wilkes,

I was looking into
Miles' financials...

and he was heading
toward bankruptcy, Jenn.

Miles.

Whatever revenue
the shop took in

was just feeding
his gambling habit.

Also,

Miles asked to review
the court files

of all the seized property

that was going up for bid
at the auction.

According to him,

well, he was just
"double-checking"

to make sure that everything
was department-approved.

But I'm almost certain

that he was only doing it
so that he could verify

which items originally belonged
to Derrick Quinn.

You know, it's odd

that O. Henry bought
the art book collection,

but not the encyclopedias.

Well, maybe he
and whoever he was buying for

were given bad information?

Glaring error, don't you think?

Well, unless the art books were
currency-grade paper, too?

Derrick Quinn knew
where everything was hidden,

so is it possible

that he could've deliberately
misled his handler?

Possible, but unlikely.

Maybe he confided in his lawyer.

Who represented him at trial?

Thomas Kaine,

who I'm sure advised his client
to keep his mouth shut.

Think about it.

If any of
the components were found,

it would prove
that Quinn lied to the Feds,

which would definitely mean
more jail time for his client.

And if he told the handler
where the components are...

He would become expendable.

Like Miles.

Greta?

Quinn owned Greta?

Hmm?
Oh, the bird that Dani bought.

The kaleidoscope?

Frank...

I think I know
who O. Henry is!

He was at the auction,
he was behind me.

He was bidding
on the kaleidoscope.

You didn't need
to send your attack dog.

A simple phone call would do.

I know.

But Owen loves to play fetch.

Is there a problem?

Yes, there's a problem.

I should be
printing money by now.

Instead, I'm sitting here
empty-handed

with the cops all over me

about Quinn
and that screw-up, Wexford.

I warned you Miles was a risk.

Bringing a compulsive gambler
into the mix?

What did you expect?

What about the encyclopedias?

The kaleidoscope?

They were on the court file.

Yes, and you were late
to the bidding.

That's on you.

I did what you asked.

Every targeted item
was on the auction block.

Why isn't there ink
on my fingers?

As opposed
to blood on your hands?

What?

Are we still in mourning here,
Irene?

Did Quinn's sudden passing
leave you bereft?

Maybe questioning
your loyalties?

Please.

If not for my efforts,

you would not have even known
that Derrick hid the components,

or where they were,
for that matter.

He was simply a mark,
just like his lawyer, Kaine.

Perhaps we were misled?

Misled?

Come on, Irene.

No one gets one over on you.

Are you telling me
that they fooled you?

That was a question.

No, that was rude!

What are you two insinuating?

That I have
some personal agenda here?

Do you?

Don't be ridiculous.

What do I know
about counterfeiting?

Who knows?

Maybe the mark
became the mentor here.

Maybe you and Quinn conspired

to reboot the operation
on your own,

take a tax-free honeymoon
after his parole.

Is that really
what you think, Colin?

After all the risks

I've taken for you
over the years?

There's no doubt

you've been a valuable asset,
sweetheart.

If you're being straight here...

...then that means

Quinn betrayed us,

or Miles Wexford did.

Sadly, both men died before
they could confess their sins.

Do you have any sins
to confess, Irene?

Other than participating
in this unholy alliance?

No.

Not one.

Sheesh.
Clean-up on aisle one.

Tread carefully, hon'.

Hey. How's the hunt
for Leon going?

See that ammo box
with the numbers on it?

Mm-hmm.

That's a combat unit.

First Cavalry Division.

Okay.
And did you get a name?

No, not yet.

Nah, I think I'm gonna search up
"Bronze Star" on the Internet

and print out a list
of all the soldiers

who actually got one
during the Vietnam War.

My brother, the Internet sleuth.

I asked Irene
if she could join us.

Great! Hi, Irene.

Hi, Jennifer.

Hi.

Okay, are we all set?

Mm-hmm.

Frank...

That guy, right there.

That's gotta be "O. Henry."

I recognize him, too.

Number 22.

He bid on a few other items.

Well, as we can see,

our suspect is clearly
bidding on the kaleidoscope.

Yes, and I recall
Miles missed that one.

All right.

Well, I'll send a few images

of O. Henry here
off to the FBI.

Hopefully, they can
fast-track it

with their
facial recognition software.

Well, thanks for coming in,
Irene.

That's all we need for today.

Yeah, okay.

Bye, Irene. Nice to see you.
- Bye. You too.

Thank you.
- Thanks.

Irene?

Thomas?

What are you doing here?

I could ask you the same thing.

They asked me
to identify someone

from the police auction.

Anyone we know?

No, no one to be
concerned about.

It is if it concerns Quinn.

I've been hearing
talk around the precinct

that there's been
a new development

in his homicide investigation.

Don't get all paranoid
on me, darling.

And don't "darling" me.

If someone were
to make the connection...

"Connection"?

You, me...

what I shared.

I broke
attorney-client privilege

by telling you
what I knew about Quinn,

his counterfeiting scheme.

I could disbarred.

Thomas...
my lips are sealed.

Well, they better be.

Hmm. I don't think
I like your tone.

Yeah.

You know, maybe it's best
we take a step back.

What? Irene, no, I just...
- Yes.

I think that's for the best.

You know, it's been fun,

but we're done... darling.

Hi, ladies!

Hi, you!

How's it going?

You're booted up
and ready to roll.

You now have
a new spreadsheet program,

and I've printed out

some simple
step-by-step instructions.

Wonderful.

Wait, there's more.

More?

You also have
wireless printing now, too.

Wireless printing?
Ho, ho, ho!

Yes. Welcome
to the 21st century.

Now if I could just download
an app on your phone...

Yeah, here you go.

Adele, thank you so much.

You really should let us
pay you for this.

Yes. Absolutely.

Really?

Okay, um, how about
covering my student loans?

I'm kidding!
I'm happy to help you.

So, what do you think?
Pretty sweet ride, huh?

Um... want my advice?

Bail out now.

Or at least bring in Warren.
He's a NASCAR mechanic.

He's already been by.

In fact, he wrote up
a work schedule for us.

Hmm.

Hey, Detective Lynwood!

Did my dad tell you?

We're trying to track down
this guy.

He's a combat vet.

We think he may have been
the original owner of this car.

He served in 'Nam.
Awarded the Bronze Star.

Yeah, first name, Leon.
Last name, Ames.

I found his name listed

in the search
of Vietnam combat citations,

then I just had to confirm

that he actually served
the First Cavalry Division.

I can put you
in touch with a friend of mine

who's been volunteering
down at the V.A. for years.

Maybe he can help you
track your man.

Okay. Yeah, awesome.

Thank you.

See you.

Bail.

Before it's too late.

Jenn, you okay?

Kaine has to figure
into this somehow.

I wonder what he has to say
about his client's murder.

As for Miles,
well, it turns out,

he didn't actually
sell his coins.

He credited them
to a Mr. McPhee,

however, three coins
were returned.

Why?

Sweetie?

Maybe it's time
you call it a day, come to bed.

Yeah, I'll be up
in a few minutes.

Don't be long.

There you go, Greta.

You have GPS.

Wow. Good girl.

Just relax now.
Do you want your medicine?

Come on, tch-tch-tch!

Yucko. Yucko.

Here, let me try.

She took it from me last time.
- You're so good with her.

Hello.
- Hello.

What are you doing?

Something is off
with Miles' silver dollars.

Look at this.
The patina is too smooth.

Are you sure?

Well, check this out.

This is authentic.

I know that, because it's mine.

So, if I put it on the scale...

26.8.

Now let's try Miles' coin.

22.4.
That's way lighter.

Mm, yeah.
Less weight means less silver.

And if it's more than 5%,
it's considered a fake.

But Miles was
a stamp and coin expert.

If you could spot a fake,
so could he.

Mm-hmm.

Two fakes?

Possibly all three.

Miles got a $5,000 credit
for those coins.

So, who's McPhee?

Nobody you want to know.

He was Quinn's handler,
wasn't he?

Suspected. Never proven.

What's the connection?

Well, he owns a bar
over on Avenue "A".

It's a known front
for illegal betting.

And Miles had
a gambling problem.

Miles is indebted to McPhee,

so he tries to pay him out
with fake silver coins.

McPhee, well,
calls him out on it.

so he forces him to be his fixer
at the auction.

Well, next thing you know,

Miles is asking my desk sergeant

to "review"
all the court seizure records.

And then, at auction,

Miles directs Quinn's property
to O. Henry.

Who is more than likely
McPhee's buyer.

But then why would
Miles want me to buy

the kaleidoscope
and the encyclopedias?

Mm, maybe he thought
it would be suspicious

if O. Henry was buying
all of Quinn's items.

Have you thought about talking
to Quinn's lawyer, Thomas Kaine?

Why?

Well, Quinn hired Kaine,
Miles hired Irene,

and Kaine and Irene
seem pretty friendly.

How friendly?

Matching Claddagh rings,
for starters.

Hi, Adele.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Slow down.

Y... where are you?

Okay, you know, I'm here
with Detective Lynwood,

and we are on our way.

Irene has been missing
for 24 hours.

Adele is in a panic.

Check, please!

Adele, are you okay?

I don't know!

I don't know what's happening.

Her luggage
is still in her room,

the car door was open,
the keys are on the ground.

Okay, okay, one step at a time.

When's the last time
you saw Irene?

Yesterday afternoon.

I tried her cell phone,
like, a dozen times.

We're gonna find her, Adele,
all right?

Housekeeping hasn't seen her,
either,

not since yesterday, so...

Okay, calm down.

Let's let
the Detective do his job.

We can wait over here.

Adele?

Have you contacted Warren?
- Yes.

He's still delivering cars.

He says
he hasn't seen her either.

Yeah. This is Lynwood.

I need some CTs over
at the Point View Hotel.

Looks like we might have
a possible abduction.

Copy that.

This is Logan.

Mr. Shannon?

Yes.

Major Tate. Veteran's Affairs.

Detective Lynwood asked me

to look into someone for you.

Yes, sir.

Yeah, well,
I've identified your man.

We have Leon Ames,
Platoon Sergeant.

Bravo Company, First Cavalry.

"Bravo."

Yeah!
Yeah, that's him, all right.

I have here a copy here
of his D.L.

So, wait. He's still driving,
he's still alive,

and he's local?

Affirmative,

but all we can locate
is a P.O. box.

It's an honorable thing
you're doing, young man.

Thank you.

Who called it in?

An anonymous tip.

The person said
they were walking their dog

when they spotted blood.

Walking the dog?

In this area?

Hold on.

I know this place.

This is...

this used to be
a former chop-shop.

Yes, sir. I was with you
on the raid a few years back.

Looks like it's been
abandoned for a while.

Okay.

Let's open this baby.

Well, well, well.

I've been looking all over
for you.

All right.

Ready?

I know this is difficult,

but we need to make
an official identification.

Ready?

Let the record show

that the deceased,
Irene Fessler,

has been identified.

This is insane!

Who would do this?

We're gonna find out.

I'll check on you later.

Well, Doc?

First impressions?

As stated,
Ms. Fessler had been abducted,

and then... murdered.

Her Claddagh ring...

was it among
her personal things?

Well, there wasn't one
on the morgue inventory report.

Um... no.

All right, thanks, Doc.

I recall you saying

Kaine and Irene had
matching Claddagh rings?

And I recall you saying

that Irene was found
in O. Henry's van,

a van that was previously owned
by counterfeiter Derrick Quinn.

What are you thinking?

Same as you.

There's no such thing
as coincidences.

Mm.

Your due cause to search my car
was a bit sketchy, Detective.

Yet...

...we found this
in your glove box.

It seems like an exact match
to the one you're wearing.

I have no idea how it got there.

Mm.

Unless Irene put it there.

She had a set of keys to my BMW.

So then, you two were involved?

So, why'd she give it back?

I guess she changed her mind.

She dumped you.

Thanks for sparing
my feelings here, Detective.

But let me be equally blunt.

If you're looking
for a rejection

or jealousy angle for murder,

you're wasting your time.

I'm just looking
for the truth, Mr. Kaine.

Well, then you need
to look elsewhere.

A fool for love...
that's all you've got here.

"Fool for love."

Okay.

So do you know of anyone who
would've wanted to hurt Irene?

You represented Derrick Quinn,

also an open homicide case.

What does he have
to do with Irene?

Maybe nothing, but...

did he ever tell you
where he hid

the stolen U.S. Mint components?

If he did,
I wouldn't be able to tell you.

I'd be violating
attorney-client privilege.

Right. But we know
they're still out there.

In fact, we found
currency-grade paper

amongst his seized property.

Then my former client,
God rest his soul,

was not only a thief
and a counterfeiter,

but also a liar.

Do you know a Colin McPhee?

I'm a criminal defense
attorney, Detective.

Of course I know of Mr. McPhee.

Unfortunately, I could never
land the man on retainer.

Did Irene know McPhee?

I have no idea.

What...

...about this man?

Also goes by "O. Henry."

We found Irene's body in a van
that he purchased at auction.

Sorry, no.

Listen.

As an attorney
representing myself,

I must ask,

am I being charged
with anything?

No, not at the moment.

Then we're done here, Detective.

Jenn?

What in the world?

First Miles, now Irene?

I know.

Does Frank have any leads?

Well, Frank thinks her murder
could be tied to the auction,

just like Miles.

Miles? I don't understand.

Well, it appears
that Miles was coerced

into steering some seized items
from a convicted counterfeiter

into the wrong hands.

Dani. Feathers.

I'm sorry, I had
to let Greta out for a minute,

to stretch her wings.

♪ Goodnight, Irene ♪

♪ I'll see you
In my dreams ♪

That's it!

That's the song!

Hello.

It's "Goodnight, Irene."

"Goodnight, Irene"?

I'll bet that feather's a match

to those in Irene's fedora.

Frank, Irene had to know Quinn

before he was convicted
for counterfeiting.

How else would
Greta know the song?

You know...

you amaze me sometimes.

What's this?

The visitors' log
from Quinn's prison.

I requested it from the State
right after your call.

Irene Fessler...

Weekly visits?

My.

Right up until a few days
before he was poisoned.

My hunch

is that she was two-timing
Quinn and Kaine,

working them for the whereabouts
of the missing components.

So then the real question is,
who was she working for?

My bet?
Colin McPhee.

Hello?

Excuse me?

Hey...

you don't go sneakin' up
on a man workin' machinery, son.

What's wrong with you?
- Sorry.

Are you, um, Leon Ames?

Sergeant Leon Ames?

Who wants to know?

I'm Logan Shannon, sir,

and, um...

I believe this belongs to you.

Hard to believe
it's been 50 years

since I was huffing it
in country.

Now...

look at these slap-happy fools.

You got, Smithy there,

Duck, Do-Whine...

J.B. Yes, sir.

The Boys of Bravo Company.

And now you have
"Bravo Bikes."

Yep.

From warrior to welder,
going on 30 years now.

Every person you see
working here...

combat vet.

So...

how's my old war horse?

The Mustang?
- Yeah.

Well, she's getting
a complete make-over.

Don't go messin' up
a classic now.

No. No.

It's strictly a restoration,

you know, all original parts.

May I ask why you sold her?

Came home from 'Nam.

Had to heal up.

Then Momma got sick,

bills started piling up.

Somethin' had to give,

and it was sittin' out there
in the driveway.

Well, I mean, now it's just
sitting in my garage,

if you ever want
to pay it a visit.

Thank you.

That's very kind of you,
young man.

But...
memories can be a minefield.

Best to keep moving forward,
not back.

Yeah, what about
the kaleidoscope?

Forensics says it was clean?

Brass viewing wheels?

I don't know.
How many did I give you?

Just the two?

All right.

Bingo.

Gotcha, O. Henry.

This "Shannon" woman,
what's her story?

Owns an antique shop.

Her partner bought Greta.

Quinn's cockatoo?

Yeah.

Huh. Perhaps it's time

for you to pay a visit
to Mrs. Shannon's shop.

You need to lay low. Go.

Evening, McPhee.

Evening, Detective.

I'm sorry, but my dance card
is full at the moment.

So's my warrant.

Colin McPhee,
you're under arrest

for conspiracy to commit murder,
robbery, and counterfeiting.

Well, now, that's
some clever fiction there.

Who wrote it up,
O. Henry?

No, your enforcer,
Owen Henry O'Neill.

Hannah, the police
need to examine

those kaleidoscope wheels.

Would you mind bringing them
over to the shop?

Thank you, sweetheart.

Adele.

Hey, Jenn.

I just wanted to stop by
and say thank you and so long.

Are you going back to school?

Yes. In the morning.

Good girl!
That's good!

Nice.

So adorable!

I love you.

You do?
- I love you.

Can I have her?

You wanted to pay me
for my computer work,

and she loves me.

May we have the night
to think about it?

You can call me
before you leave.

I will. Thanks.

And despite everything,

I really enjoyed
meeting the both of you.

We enjoyed meeting you, too.

Good luck with everything.

Thanks. Bye.

Take care.

Hey, Frank.

McPhee's coin collection?

Sure, I'll take a look.
Where are you?

I'm on my way.

Well, they're Liberty dollars,

and authentic,
as far as I can tell.

Okay.

So we have Miles' sales ledger,
which connects him to McPhee.

And I can also now connect him
to O'Neill,

a.k.a. O. Henry, as well.

And they also
bought Quinn's van,

in which you found Irene's body.

That's enough
for some arrest warrants,

but not an indictment.

What about Thomas Kaine?

Yeah, well, he's adamant
that he never violated

the attorney-client privilege,
as far as Quinn is concerned.

Hmm.

Frank, next to the table
leg there, do you see that?

Frank, that looks like
a feather from Irene's fedora.

Well, if you're right,

and Forensics
can confirm a match...

...then that puts her
here with McPhee

prior to her murder.

Good eye, Jenn.

Lynwood.

Frank, it's Jenn.

I'm parked in front of Rags.

I think I'm being robbed.

All right, stay in your car.

I'll dispatch a unit.
I'm on my way.

Okay.

Police!
Put your hands up. Turn around!

Let's start with Irene Fessler.

We found her body in a cargo van

that you purchased
at the police auction.

The van was stolen two days ago.

I haven't had a chance
to report it.

So, I'm curious.

What name were you
gonna put it under?

Yours?

O. Henry, or Colin McPhee?

I manage a bar
for a man named McPhee.

But that's the end
of that story.

Hmm.

Two years ago,

you and your boss cornered
a high-level employee

at the U.S. Mint

named Derrick Quinn.

Who?

My guess is he had
a serious gambling debt.

So, you and McPhee,

you strong-armed him

to steal
some printing components,

and then to set up
a counterfeiting mill.

You are really reaching here.

Then Quinn gets busted,

convicted,

and all of his property seized.

Cut to one year later,

you and McPhee find out

that all of his stuff
is going up for bid

at the police auction,

and that's when
you get a new patsy...

one with a huge gambling debt,
to be your inside man.

Your fixer...

Miles Wexford.

Never heard of him. No.

I'm thinking

that you killed Miles

because he sold
the encyclopedias

and the kaleidoscope
from under you.

That's why you broke
into Professor Atkins' study,

right?

Why you broke into
Rags-to-Riches,

to get 'em back?

I believe I'm owed a phone call

And my feeling is

that Irene wanted to go
into business for herself,

or with Quinn,

and that betrayal
is what got them both killed.

And my feeling, Detective,

is that feelings are overrated.

And, having said that,

I think it's time for me to say
the magic word.

Lawyer.

Okay.

I mean, if you want
to take the hit for McPhee

on a double-homicide rap...

be my guest.

Man.

Hi, Dani.
- Hi.

Where's Greta?

Drew and I decided
to give her to Adele.

Yeah.

They just seemed to have
such a connection.

Aw.

Mom?

I'm so sorry.

Here are
your kaleidoscope wheels.

Thank you.

I will get this to Forensics.

You know, I think

a few of them might be faded
or scratched up.

Which ones?

Definitely that one,
and I think a couple more.

Okay.

Okay. I got to go.
One more midterm!

Good luck!
- Thank you.

Hey, Dani?

Hmm?

Come take a look at this.

What?

Do you see
the tiny black squares?

Right there?

Mm...

Do you see them?

Yes, I do.
I see them.

I think they may be
the missing microchips.

Let me get on the computer.

What should I type in

for components
for printing U.S. currency?

Um, um... "components
for printing U.S. currency"?

I need images.

Type "images of components
for printing U.S. currency."

You're good.

Thank you.

Here it is.

What?

More like who?

"Hi, Andy. Hi, Alex..."

Andrew Jackson,
Alexander Hamilton.

And Ulysses S. Grant.

"Hi, you."

Dani...

I think we just found what
everyone's been looking for.

"Hi, Andy. Hi, Alex. Hi, you."

It makes perfect sense!

Greta probably witnessed

all the counterfeiting
that Quinn was up to.

So, we have the ways and means
to print 10, 20, and $50 bills?

Well, we do, if we have the ink,

the currency paper,
and the laser needles.

Do you think Miles
knew about this?

I don't know,

but Irene told you
she had a buyer

for the kaleidoscope,

and she knew Quinn.

No!
- What?

I-I forgot to give Adele
Greta's medicine.

Well, call her.
- Yeah.

No. It went right to voicemail.

Maybe she's still in town.

You put that GPS on Greta.

Yes, I did!

Okay.

It's pinging down in
the warehouse district

near Tyler Road.

Okay, um...

Call Frank.

Tell him I'm on my way

to headquarters
with the evidence.

Okay.

And I will take the medicine
to Adele on my way.

Sounds like a plan.

Hey, Dani.
- Hi, Frank.

I got Jenn's message.
I was in the area.

I thought I'd save her a trip
to the office.

Well, you're too late.
She already left.

She had to take
Greta's medicine to Adele.

Where, at the hotel?

Right there.

Frank, it's Jenn.

Can you meet me right now?

I'm at a storage facility.

It's on South...

You.

What are you doing here?

Making money, hopefully.

Let's take this inside,
shall we?

Hey, darlin'...

Hi, you!

Look who's here.

And she comes...
bearing gifts.

The microchips.

Awesome.

Sure beats trying to create
my own printing algorithm.

Saved me a trip, too.

I was about to pay you a visit.

Is this Greta's medicine?

Yes. That's why I'm here,
actually.

The GPS bracelet.

That was dumb of me.

But thanks.

Hi, you!

I can see why you wanted Greta.

Actually, it was the birdcage
you were interested in,

wasn't it?

You found...

what in there?

The ink cartridges?

Nosy and smart.

I can respect that.

The tune...

"Goodnight, Irene"...

Derrick Quinn's favorite,
I imagine,

for his favorite person?

Second-favorite.

Uncle Derrick was like a father
to me, my rock.

Derrick Quinn was your Uncle?

Yes.

And Irene seduced him
into a life of crime.

How did you know that Irene
was involved in counterfeiting?

Simple.

I hacked her life.

Turns out
Irene had a double life...

Event planner
and professional grifter.

Did a lot of dirty work
for a local crime boss.

Colin McPhee.

So, you two followed
Irene's every move...

picking up
the crucial printing components

along the way,

and then you eliminated her.

She manipulated my uncle.

Okay? Seduced him.

And Colin McPhee threatened
to cripple him

if he didn't
steal those components.

They used him, then killed him.

So you killed her.

For the same reason
you killed my friend, Miles...

It was to frame Colin McPhee

and his sidekick, O. Henry.

You hacked Irene,

so you must have known

that Miles was doing McPhee's
bidding at the auction,

and which items concealed
the stolen treasury components.

Yes, and it would've been
a lot easier

if your friend had
followed McPhee's instructions.

Instead, he goes and sells

the encyclopedias
and kaleidoscope.

You broke into Professor
Atkins' office?

Easy enough.

But why kill Miles?

He had served his purpose.

And so did his murder.

That's why you left
the coins on the desk.

You knew that it would lead

to finding McPhee's name
in the sales ledger,

making him a prime suspect.

And your phone call
about Irene's disappearance,

that was a hoax.

Again, you staged it
to make it look

like McPhee and O. Henry
had committed the crime.

Quinn's red van...

You knew that McPhee
sent his guy in to buy it,

which meant there had to be
something hidden in it.

Yes, ma'am.

The laser needles,
as it turns out.

Found 'em tucked
under the running boards.

Quite clever.

You planted
Irene's Claddagh ring

in Thomas Kaine's car,
didn't you?

With Irene dead
and the rest of them in jail,

you could proceed
with your counterfeiting.

No need to look
over your shoulder.

Which brings us to you,
Mrs. Shannon.

Like I told your friend,
Miles...

it's nothing personal.

Greta, stop!

You got nowhere to run!

Adele, get the lights!

Greta, stop!

That's not Greta.

Drop the gun!

Do it now.

It looks like
you have nowhere to run.

You okay?

Yeah. All good.

Hey!

I see you got her back.

Yeah, we did!

And we finally figured out
how to get her to go to sleep.

Chopin's "Nocturnes."

Frank, you have something
for Hannah, remember?

Right.

Yes.

Here you go, Hannah.

It's your kaleidoscope wheels,

minus the ones we had to keep
for evidence.

Thanks.

Come on, you guys. Sit down.
- Thank you.

So, Frank, what about
the other stolen components?

Well, they're all
accounted for now.

Didn't take long for...
thank you.

...Warren and Adele
to flip on each other,

and the D.A. will be filing
multiple homicide charges.

Good.

And by the way,

"Warren Barnes"
isn't his real name.

It's Brandon Till,

and he's wanted down in Texas
for assault and grand larceny.

Now tell them the bad news.

Well, Kaine has been
cleared of any wrongdoing,

by the Bar Association

and any charges against McPhee

and O'Neill
have also been dropped.

So, who poisoned Quinn?

I don't know,

but my money's on McPhee.

Hey, don't worry, Frank.
You're gonna nail him one day.

Thanks, Jay.

Excuse me.

Champagne?

Yes.
- Thank you.

It's a nice bird.

Yes, can I help you?

Excuse me, ma'am,
I'm looking for a Logan Shannon.

And you are?

Ames, ma'am.

Leon Ames.

Sergeant.

Well, it is a pleasure
to meet you.

Please come in.

Thank you.

Logan?

You have a visitor.

Sergeant Ames.

As you were, young man.

I, I know she looks pretty bad,

but Dad and I, we're...
we're making progress.

Tell me straight up, son.

Do you plan on going to college?

Yes, sir.
Next year, in fact.

You plan on majoring
in auto mechanics?

No.

Last question.

Do you and your dad
have any idea

what you're doing here?

Not a clue, sir.

Then you won't mind
an old sergeant

dropping by
a couple nights a week

to help out?

Actually, um...

I've got a better idea.

How about I trade you
this pink slip

for a custom-made
Bravo Electric bike?

Are you kidding me?

I never thought
I'd see it again, but...

to just give it to me,
that's not fair.

Naw, I can't have a car
my first year of college anyway.

I don't know what to say.

Say yes, please,
I'm begging you.

Detective?

Do you have a tow truck service
on speed dial?

Doesn't every cop?
- There you go.

Sergeant,

thank you for your service,
and for cleaning out our garage.

We have champagne inside.
Let's go celebrate.