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In New York City's war on crime

the worst criminal offenders
are pursued

by the detectives
of the Major Case Squad.

These are their stories.

Don't you put me off, Bernard.

I've been trying to reach you
all morning.

I can't do this over the phone.

I'm coming down to the city...

Yes, it's that important.

The prototype
just arrived.

You should be
very proud.

Gloria, I...

I've got to go home.

Kid emergency and I...

I'll see you tomorrow.

Americans always panic.

Don't patronize me.

This is potentially ruinous
to both of us.

Who else knows?

She didn't say.

My impression is
it's new information.

I don't think
she told anybody else.

Will she take money?

It's not about that
with her.

She's worried
about her reputation.

Okay.

Okay what?

I'll help you.

I have to go back
to the studio tonight.

Again?
Bernie...

Listen, could you not...
- Could I not what?

We've been talking
for months now

about your taking
on less work.

I'm still tied up
with a few things.

Bernie, you're exhausted
all the time

and stressed out.

It's not worth it.

So we have less money.

Big deal.

You know?

Big deal.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I couldn't find
a cab and...

I thought this was going
to be private.

Mr. Langer knows
all about it.

I'm sure we can sort this outlike civilized people, my dear.

That's hard to imagine with
the position you've put me in.

This can work

to your advantage.

Now who's that?

Bernard?
Bernard, where are you?

Didn't you hear the phone--

Oh, my God...

The wife ID'd this one.

Bernard Jackson,
some kind of art
authenticator.

My L.T. thought
we should call you guys

on account
of the art angle.

This one's about art?

You better call
the mayor, too.

The wife said that's
her husband's .38,

which he kept
for protection.

She doesn't know
the hanging beauty.

"Anne Ellis."

I.D. from the Champlain Museum
of Art up in Troy.

She's the curator.

Pictures, car keys,
hotel passkey.

What's Mrs. Jackson's
story?

Bernard here was working late.

When he didn't come home
in the morning

she cabbed it
down here.

Found everything as is.

She's got gunpowder
on the right one.

We'll do a test
just to be sure.

Yeah, test her shirt
and sleeve.

I want to see the
dispersal pattern.

And check the box cutter
near the spool for prints.

Popular opinion's
got this pegged
as a murder-suicide.

Well, never trust opinion polls.

This rope is frayed
down to here.

She was hoisted up?

Could be.

The fraying
doesn't mean anything

one way
or the other.

Does this mean anything?

Glasses are missing.

Yes.
Probably washed.

Tell the M.E.'s
to run a tox

on both victims
for alcohol and sedatives.

Well, I think we're ready
to see Mrs. Jackson.

I've just been told
they want to check
my hands for gunpowder

as if I shot Bernie.

It's just
a routine procedure.

Well, it's not
routine for me.

I don't know what
I'm going to do now.

We're very sorry
for your loss.

The dead woman's name

is Anne Ellis.

She's the curator
at a museum up in Troy.

Your husband
ever mention her?

No.

Maybe he was doing some work
for her.

Are you sure their relationshipwas strictly professional?

It had to be.

Four months ago, my husband
had prostate surgery.

It affected his...

Nothing we tried
worked.

He was planning

to slow down.

Maybe go back to teaching
at the Art Institute.

The surgery really scared him.

Why would that woman do this
to him?

You say "double homicide."

This test says the dead woman'shand was positive for gunpowder.

The back-blast pattern's
all wrong.

There was no residue
on her shirt.

And the M.E.'s found
enough Ruphinol in her system

to knock out a horse.

Does it work
the other way?

He slips her a mickey,
strings her up

and then shoots himself?

Doesn't jibe with
the blast pattern
around his wound.

Double homicide
it is.

How about
Jackson's wife?

No gunpowder on her.

And her doorman
has her home until
6:00 in the morning.

And Anne Ellis's husband

was home in Troy
all night with their kid.

That checks out with
the calls he made

to her hotel
during the night.

All right, I'm going to give
this one last shot.

This guy kept a lot of art
in his workshop...

I saw
a Tibetan thangka

worth over 100 grand,
a Goya etching worth

half a mil easy.

A Chinese blue-and-
white moon vase

worth 200 grand.

A lot of stuff that would havebeen easy pickings in a robbery.

All my favorite theories
shot to hell in 60 seconds.

Anything in her hotel room?

An overnight bag,
no sexy lingerie.

There's a Mr. Ellis
here.

Says he's supposed
to talk to you.

She was found hanging in the
workshop of Bernard Jackson.

She had been drugged.

What was she doing there?

We were hoping
you could tell us.

I don't know
who Bernard Jackson is.

This was a business trip
for the museum

kind of last minute.

She made a lot
of business trips
to the city?

The last few months,
every couple of weeks.

She'd found these donors

who were giving a painting
to the museum.

A Monet.

A painting like that

that's quite a coup
for a small museum.

It was very important
to her.

She spent a lot of time
sucking up to these people.

I thought that's
who she was seeing

last night.

You know their names?

Blunt.

Rachel and Bill, I think.

Annie said they had a big placeon Fifth Avenue

just up from the Met...

Oh, God...

What the hell happened to her?

She didn't call you
at all that day?

No, neither did Bernard.

Bernard Jackson...
you knew him as well?

He authenticated the Monet
when we bought it.

You bought it
at auction?

No, from a collector
in Europe.

Whose idea was it to donate it
to the Champlain Museum?

Rachel spent her
summers in the area,

thought it would be
a nice gesture.

Bernard gave me the idea.

He said places
like the Met

have more art
than they know
what to do with.

But up in Troy...

Our little Monet

would be a star.

That's what Bernard
said.

You like art,
Detective?

I like this.

It's a La Chaise.
Bronze.

One of only three cast
from the mold.

How do you know?

Does it have a number
on the bottom?

Uh, there's no number.

It's just
a documented fact.

Were you aware

Jackson and Ms. Ellis
knew each other?

Well, they met

because of our Monet.

But we didn't know
how well they knew each other.

Oh.

You think there was
something going on there?

Well, murder-suicide
speaks for itself, doesn't it?

Certainly does.

When's the last time

you spoke
with Ms. Ellis?

A few days ago.

There was supposed
to be a little ceremony

to dedicate the new gallery.

But she said it was going
to have to be postponed

a couple of weeks.

She say why?

Um, some problem
with the contractor.

They botched the lighting.

Right. It's a Monet.

It's all
in the lighting.

Thank you.

They're simply investigating
the tragic end

of a tragic love affair.

He tried to pretend
he didn't,

but one of them knew
a lot about art.

And where did he come
by this knowledge?

At the police academy?

Come on, William.

Even the art world
doesn't know a lot
about art.

You said nothing
could go wrong.

Nothing has gone wrong.

Jackson just could not
keep it in his pants.

How could he have been
so stupid,

getting involved
with that girl?

Look on the
bright side.

If anything does go wrong,
we can always blame Jackson.

He's hardly
in a position to deny it.

It's beautiful.

Yeah, the Impressionists
are too pretty.

Right,
you probably like

those, sweaty naked people
in the next room.

Lucien Freud?
As a matter
of fact, I do.

You can't put
that stuff in your home.

You can't live with it.

Well, I'm not interested
in living with it.

I'm interested in
thinking about it.

Hello.

I see you found
our treasure.

Exquisite, isn't it?

It's beautiful.

It's destined to be
Annie's legacy, I'm afraid.

She worked so hard to line up
the donation,

the funding
to build this gallery.

She had a lot
riding on it.

Well, we're not
a rich museum.

The added security
alone is a burden.

But a $10 million gift
will put us on the map.

We heard the
gallery dedication

was postponed because
of a lighting problem.

The lighting?
Oh, no.

No, the Blunts had
a last-minute conflict.

Annie was adamant
we couldn't go
ahead without them.

Uh, could we
see her office?

Mm-hmm.

I can't tell you

how shocked we were.

Annie was the
last person we

expected to, well,
you know...

Die?

I mean, in those circumstances.

I can only imagine
how her husband must feel.

Have you heard of
the Vaughn-Dixon
Chem-Test Company?

No.

They're
in New Mexico.

They sent Annie
a receipt

to test paint chips
from an oil painting.

I don't see why.
We use two companies

here, in New York
and in New Jersey.

Well, she probably
didn't want anyone

to know she was having
tests done.

This says that the test
on the paint was inconclusive.

What paint?

Well, apparently, Annie thought

your exquisite Monet might be
an exquisite fake.

The museum just
let you take
that painting?

With the help of
a court order.

They're afraid of
looking like idiots

if it turns out
it's a forgery.

If it is, it's a damn good one.

The paints were handmade
by grinding

naturally-occurring minerals

and mixing them
with linseed oil.

It's just the way
Monet would've done it.

You found cadmium red
in the paint.

Didn't they use
vermilion back then?

Only until 1872.

It's four years
before the date
of this painting.

"Green specks
of unknown origin."

Yeah, well, we're still
working on that one.

Maybe Madame Monet
dropped some

green beans in
the paint bucket.

What about the canvas?

Mid-19th century.

Forgers take paintings
by unknown artists

of the same period,
strip them down

to the canvas
and paint over them.

Then what would've
tipped off Annie

that it might
be a fake?

The craquelure
of the paint varnish.

When it ages naturally,
the cracks are uneven.

When it's aged
artificially,
the cracks have

a uniform pattern,
like this.

You did your homework.

Yeah.

Okay, here's
how it works.

1945 on...

uh, Hiroshima,
Nagasaki,
A-bomb tests.

Worldwide radiation levels
go through the roof.

Radiation is absorbed
by every living thing--

including linseed--
which finds its way

into oil paints
mixed after 1945.

Paintings made after 1945
have a higher radiation level.

Which this one shouldn't have,
but does.

This Monet was painted at least30 years after Monet died.

Wouldn't he
be surprised.

If he knew who
the previous owner was

I'm sure he wrote it down

but I couldn't tell you
where he kept those records.

Do you think
that's who killed Bernie?

Seeing as they sold
a forgery

to the Blunts
for millions of dollars

they have a pretty good motive.

You're not saying Bernie knew
it was a forgery?

Our experts think he did.

We're sorry.

He could've been fooled.

It could've been
an honest mistake.

Why, he's made mistakes before?

He used to work
almost exclusively

for an insurance company.

Last year, it was discovered
a rare Greek statue

he authenticated for a museum
in Los Angeles

turned out to be a Roman copy.

And the company let him go.

It worked out for the best.

He was making more money
freelancing.

For RSL Galleries.

Among others.

He authenticated
the Monet for them.

They must've handled the sale.

We got 11 invoices
to RSL,

a half dozen to other clients.

Totals just over
a hundred grand.

No, that can't be right.

Bernie put
almost a million dollars

into our accounts
over the last year.

From his art business?

Yes.

This report is unreliable.

The radiation
test didn't
lie, Mr. Langer.

Americans are
so impressed

with science, when it's
as much myth as religion.

There's also the
cracking of the
paint varnish.

Again, a matter
of opinion.

You'll forgive me if
I credit my expertise--

as well as Bernard's--
with a bit more

authority than some
stupid machine.

Then you're not worried
that the other paintings

that Jackson authenticated
might be forgeries?

Not at all.

Then where did
the paintings come from?

From European sellers who wish
to remain anonymous.

How about a list
of the paintings

and the American buyers?

That information is also
confidential.

Americans are
also impressed

with other things,
like subpoenas.

We'd be glad to show you

how impressive
they can be.

There is nothing in life
I enjoy quite as much

as being threatened
by a beautiful woman.

Let me get you that list.

Wow. Monet's Spring Violets
was in the Albertina Museum

in Vienna in 1935.

The painting was on loan

from a private collection,
Ursula and David Liebermann.

Lesen sie Deutsch?

Ya, ausreichend.

I learned
in the Army.

This day is ever more
delightful.

Is that

where you got the painting from,the Liebermann family?

No, they all met
an unfortunate end.

Wonderful collections they had.

Very tragic.

Here's your information.

Six months ago, Langer
sold Rainy Night
by Pissaro.

What's the next
painting?

A Cezanne.

Here. Rainy Night
by Pissaro

property of
the Abraham Family,
Linz, Austria, 1936.

Stone Road by Cezanne,

property of the Sternberg family

Vienna, 1938.

Mr. Langlois by Renoir

property of Julius Schkolnick,
Vienna, 1937.

Langer's paintings
were owned by Jewish families.

And they all met
"an unfortunate end."

-We have the most extensive list

of stolen
Jewish art,

thanks ironically
to the Nazis themselves.

They kept very
precise records.

Uh-huh, here's one.

Let me just
check something...

How come alarms

didn't go off when this Monet
went out on the market?

These were private sales.

We never knew
they were on the market.

Here...

Are those the paintings
on your list?

They're all there.

What's this list from?

The manifest of a U-boat that
sank in the North Sea in 1945.

All your paintings
were on board,

presumably on their way
to South America.

What I don't
understand

is how could anyone
recover these
masterpieces

from the bottom
of the ocean.

By painting them yourself.

Maybe the paintings never made
it on the sub.

Maybe some Nazi SOB stored themin his attic.

I nominate one of
Langer's relatives.

I'm betting
they're all forgeries.

There's only one way
to find out for sure.

That's to test
each painting.

You have a list,
start dialing.

We left messages.

No one's rushing
to call back.

What's that about?

Nobody likes to be told
they're a sucker.

Even the Blunts and
the Champlain Museum

are disputing
the test results.

That's one explanation
for their behavior.

Why don't you find

the explanation that works
for you?

As for the Renoir
we bought from Mr. Langer,

we donated it
to the Tufnell Museum.

The Tufnell?

It's in Des Plaines,
Illinois.

Why that museum?

The bigger museums

are swimming
with Impressionists.

But in Des Plaines...

Your Renoir would be a star.

That's precisely
what DeWitt said.

After speaking
with Mr. Jackson

and Mr. Langer.

We consulted with them,
naturally.

If you don't mind
me asking

how much did you pay
for the Renoir?

One and a half million dollars.

A bit of a bargain.

Still a nice gift
for a small museum.

Here's the deal.

Last year Mr. DeWitt Foster

decided to exercise
his stock options.

Overnight,
he's worth 20 million.

Of course,
he thinks the stocks

are going to be
worth more

if he holds on to them.

Except the market
takes a dive.

Right. So now his stocks
are worth three million.

The crunch comes
when he gets his tax bill.

The IRS assessed his taxes

based upon what the stocks
were worth

back when he exercised
his options.

When they were worth

20 million.

So he gets a tax bill
for eight million bucks.

He needs to cut his tax bill.

Hence the donation
to a museum.

The assessed value
of this painting
is 14 million bucks.

That's a
seven-million-dollar
tax break.

And he paid only one million
five for the painting.

That's why they call it
a bargain.

A tax scam?

A very good tax scam.

Are the museums
in on it?

Doubtful.

Langer and his clientstargeted small regional museums

who couldn't afford
their own testing.

They took Jackson's
authentication at face value.

Except for Ms. Ellis
up in Troy.

Her suspicions gave Jackson
second thoughts

about his participation
in the scam.

Langer killed them both.

You think.

I think.

This scam has
a built-in defense.

Plausible deniability.

The buyers can claim they didn'tknow they were buying forgeries.

Langer can claim he was duped

by whoever supplied him
with the paintings.

They all can point
their finger at Jackson.

There is one person

that can't say they didn't know.

The forger.

Find him

and the dominoes
will fall.

The art theft squad
at the FBI

might have a line
on this guy.

Talk to them.

I need to practice
my German.

Tax fraud?

How mundane.

But smart.
I like smart.

I want to get one thing
straight between us.

It's not a crime
selling forgeries

to people who know
they're buying forgeries.

Am I correct
to assume murder
is still a crime?

Yes.

There's a lot of people
involved here, Mr. Langer.

But we're light on evidence.

But we put pressure on people,
someone will talk.

Why start with me?

I have nothing
to tell you.

You have a lot to tell me.

You not only sold
those paintings...

you painted them.

What makes
you think that?

They were made
by a master technician.

Not like Van Meegeren
and his fake Vermeers.

But someone who could recreate
the work of many artists.

An artist in his own right.

No.

This person would
have to be devoid
of artistic vision

and an American.

Americans have no idea
what art is anymore.

You filled this building
with motorcycles

and called it art.

Is that what you're doing
with these paintings?

Thumbing your nose at us?

Whatever I am doing

it hardly entails
painting frauds

and signing someone else's name.

I do not know of any man

who could subjugate his ego
to such an extent.

A woman?

He said a man's ego

would get in the way.

You have transparencies
of the paintings?

Yeah.

Reproductions.

You make any money
at this?

They retail for $500
at art fairs.

Cost me $20.

You tell me.

Hit the lights.

Hmm... this is one
of the best forgeries

I've seen in a long time.

Tell me about

the materials.

Period canvas...

paints hand-mixed
with linseed oil.

It's hanging
in a museum...

like a couple
of yours, I'll bet.

I'll never tell.

What, are you
seeing something?

Maybe.

See this?

It's like a cut in the paint.

With a palette knife.

They all have it.

A crescent shape.

Man...

she's gotten good.

You know her?

Yeah.

She used to do restorations
for the Met

to support her painting.

Name's Sylvia Moon.

You have been saying
and saying it's about
to happen...

This is not a good day
to issue ultimatums, my dear.

I want people looking
at my paintings.

They are looking
at your paintings.

You made me promises,
you son of a bitch.

You better keep them.

Artists...

You owe me two canvases.

You finish them,
then you get your show.

Sylvia Moon?

Yes. Who are you?

I'm Detective Eames.

This is Detective Goren.

We need
to talk to you.

I'm in the middle
of some work.

Well, it'll only take
a few minutes.

Hey, that's...

that's nice.

He can't help
himself.

Can I come in?

I guess so.

Careful.
It's still drying.

That smell--
linseed oil.

You grind
your own paints?

The pigments
are better that way.

Just the way the Impressionistsused to do it.

Some of them.

What is it you want

to talk about?

You grind them in this?

Yes.

I'm sorry. My studio isn't openfor tours.

Now, I'm trying to get

a show ready...

Do you know Rudy Langer?

He owns a gallery.

Everybody knows Rudy.

You should put this
in your show.

Where's it going to be?

That hasn't been

finalized yet.

Yellow tangs,
clownfish...

I like your set-up, it's very...relaxing.

This how you control the algae?

Yes.

Says here you crush
the tablets

before you put them
in the aquarium.

Yes.

You crush these green tablets
in there,

same as your paints?

Yes. Why?

Guess it wasn't the green beansafter all.

The chemical analysis showed

the green specks in the paint
were composed of Simazine,

which is the active ingredient
in the algae tablets.

You did the Monet,
the Renoir, the Cézanne

and all the other forgeries...

They're not
forgeries.

Sylvia...

They're original works

based on source
material by
other artists.

I even signed them
with my mark.

Well, why did you
paint them in
the first place?

As color exercises.

That's how you learn to paint,
by copying the masters.

They teach you
it's okay

to pass them off
as the real thing?

I didn't.

Rudy knew exactly
what he was getting

and so did the buyers.

An original painting
by Sylvia Moon.

Yes.

Identical in every respect
to a Monet.

Not at all.

Art is about context.

A Romanticist like Monet
painting flowers

at the dawn of the machine age
isn't the same

as a 21st-century woman paintingthe same flowers

at the dawn of the cyber age.

The message is different.

Yeah...

What was Bernard Jackson's
message

when he signed
the authentications?

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

He certified that your
painting was a Monet.

I don't know who this person is.

And I have no control

over what people do
with my paintings

once they buy them.

That's the bottom
line, Detectives.

Now, this interview's over.

A lot of people have bought
your work?

I mean, aside
from the color exercises?

There are several collectors
very interested.

They're waiting for my new show.

Your new show?

Who's putting it on?

Rudy Langer.

Well, that's funny.

He told me
that only someone devoid

of artistic vision could paint
those forgeries.

If she didn't misrepresent

her paintings to Langer
or anybody else

she might be off the hook.

Doesn't give
us much leverage
against her.

So much
for falling dominoes.

Take another run at the Blunts
and the other buyers.

They're all alibied
for the night of the murders,

and they're saying
they were misled by Jackson.

Seems like
we've been here before.

Sylvia Moon knew Jackson.

What?

This is from a group show
two years ago.

It says that she graduated

from the New York
Art Institute in '91.

Katherine Jackson said

her husband used to teach there.

I knew...

Some part of me knew

that you were
stringing me along!

Never...
But to go

bragging about it?

To tell the police
that I am

"devoid of artistic vision."

I had to throw them
off the track.

Don't you know
what this is like for me?

Can you even conceive
what this show meant?

You can't...

Sylvia,

don't be like this.

We have to be careful now.

I don't care anymore!

Don't look at those!

That's bad art!

There is no art in this gallery.

This man is a fraud...

Stop looking!

Yes, Bernard
had a reputation.

There were flings
with other faculty.

What about the students?

Sylvia Moon?

Oh, that's a name

I haven't heard
in a long time.

Yes, there was
some involvement.

Bernard had to leave
when we found out.

Under threat
of a lawsuit,

we allowed Sylvia
to graduate.

Otherwise she wouldn't
have graduated?

There was always strong
draftsmanship in her work.

That's not the same thing
as artistry.

Was she admitted

the same way she graduated?

No. She had to
apply twice

before she was accepted.

The second time,
the committee thought

she showed impressive growth
in a year.

There's no question.

Her second canvas was brilliant.

We even use it
in our publicity materials.

We'd love to see it.

Oh.

And would you happen to know
where she got her B.F.A.?

I'll look it up.

Her last year here,
she took

Art of Southeast Asia
with Professor Gilsdorf,

Portraiture with Professor Diniacopoulos.

This is odd.

What?

She got credit for her classes,but no grades.

No grades?

Wish I'd known about this place.

Okay, I remember this.

Ms. Moon was in residence
that year

and her roommate, Zoe Payton--
she suicided.

So the college
gave Sylvia a bye.

College policy,
because of the trauma.

Do you remember

how the roommate
killed herself?

Hanged herself in her room.

Zoe was our
only child.

It killed my wife.

Just took ten
years to do it.

Did you have any warning
Zoe might hurt herself?

She'd keep things to herself,
but she felt things very deep.

Just like my wife.

She'd broken up with some boy
a few weeks before.

Did she ever mention
her roommate, Sylvia Moon?

She found her.

Poor girl.

Really broke her up.

They were friends.

Took art classes
together.

This room hasn't
changed much

since your daughter
died, has it?

No.

Eames...

What's the matter?

Did Sylvia visit here?

No, I don't think so.

And this is one
of your daughter's paintings?

She did that
her freshman year.

Same person did both paintings.

She flipped the rope

over the cross beam--

those acoustic tiles come out--

and tied it to the radiator.

Chair was kicked over
right here.

Was she tested
for drugs?

They found
Quaaludes.

Was this her bed here?

Uh, yes, I think so.

Oh, these tiles have
been replaced.

Do you have the maintenance
record for this room?

Yeah, a few years ago.

Replaced a bent pipe
and some broken brackets.

Well, now I see it.

Joan, thank God.

They arrested me.

For what?

Tax fraud.

Not this again.

She knew
Bernard Jackson.

Knew him quite well.

You had arelationship with him

at the Art
Institute.

No, I didn't...

Don't even try
denying it.

Now, as to the murders,

we believe Mr. Langer
committed them

but we need your help
to prove it.

I don't know.

I wasn't there.

We lifted over

120 different fingerprints
from the workshop.

It won't take much
to match yours

with one of those.

If she helps you

what does she get in return?

She pleads
to Grand Larceny Two,

she gets probation

and we'll talk
to the U.S. Attorney

about the tax charges.

That's if we get
her full cooperation.

Rudy asked me to help them talkto this woman,

this curator.

They said they were going
to pay her off.

I stayed
a half an hour.

She was still alive when I left.

When you left,
where was Ms. Ellis standing?

Near the table.

Which table?

One of them.

I-I don't know which one.

Where was Mr. Langer?

He was

near the bookcase.

There are at least

four bookcases...

I'm getting

lost in the geography here.

Uh...

We're going to have
to bring her down

to Jackson's loft to show us.

Do I need
to explain

what full cooperation means?

She was standing right here.

So just about two feet
from where she was hanged.

You don't mind,
I'm going to
put this here.

Was she drinking anything?

She had a glass of wine.

What, half full,
almost empty?

Less than half full.

Who poured it for her?

Rudy.

Who else had wine?

I did... and Rudy.

Jackson was where?

There, next to that bookcase.

And Rudy?

Leaning against that table.

There was a bottle
and a ring left by a glass.

Then who was sitting
in this chair?

You see, we found

two rings left by glasses
on this table.

You know, I'm thinking...

Annie Ellis was feeling woozy

from the knock-out pills
in her drink...

Mm-hmm.

She sat down
and put her glass here.

That leaves one glass
unaccounted for.

Rudy's glass was over
by the bottle.

So whose glass do you think...?

Maybe Jackson had a glass
after I left.

The medical examiner
checked him for alcohol.

He didn't have
anything to drink.

That leaves only your glass.

It's possible I could'veput my glass there when I left.

Right next to Annie's?

She was already sitting
in this chair when you left.

No, she was standing
right there.

No way, not with all
the pills in her system.

You said yourself,
her drink was almost finished.

If she'd passed out

and fallen down...

No, there'd be bruises
on her and broken glass.

No, she was passed out
in this chair, wasn't she?

I don't remember now.

And the plan was what,
to kill her

and dispose
of her body?

I don't know what they planned.

But Jackson
got cold feet

Langer had to shoot him

and then he wiped gunpowder
on Annie.

I wouldn't know.

And why did
he drag Annie

all the way over there
to hang her from a rafter?

There are perfectly good pipes
right above this chair.

Strong-looking pipes.

Well, what do you think?

Are they strong enough
to hold Annie's weight?

I think she's told you
everything she knows.

I don't think so.

I think she has experience
in hanging things from pipes.

Remember these pipes?

You should.

They were in your dorm room.

How about it,
Sylvia?

You tried hanging something
from these pipes

and they broke on you.

You didn't want that
happening again.

That's not true.

So you and Langer

you dragged Annie
all the way over here.

You hanged her
from this beam...

No, no,
I wasn't here then!

...and tied the rope off
at the radiator

just like you did Zoe Payton!

Zoe committed suicide.

You didn't kill her?

Hmm? You didn't steal
her painting?

No, that was my painting.

Your painting of
her parents' living room?

Yes, I've been there.

Then what happened to you?

How come they say that younever lived up to your promise?

I have.

I've done great paintings.

But they just didn't look
like this, is that it?

Everybody just wanted you

to keep doing
the same thing?

They wouldn't
give me a chance.

But Rudy Langer did.

He was giving you
your own show.

In return for knocking off
a Monet, a Cezanne...

She already admitted to that.

It was worth it.

Your one chance to make them seeyour vision.

Your talent.

To make them see you, right?

That's all I needed.

And that stupid woman

from that stupid
little museum

was going to mess
the whole thing up.

We were going to pay her off.

She wouldn't
take the money.

She wanted
to expose you
as a fraud.

As someone who made a livingoff the work of dead artists...

I told you, I left.

Jackson wanted
to let her go.

This man who slept with you,
used you,

he was going
to let her ruin you.

So you killed him!

It was Rudy.

No, you shot him!

Rudy did it!

He knew where the gun was--
he did it.

I couldn't stop him...

You were there.

Oh, my God...

And then you
helped him kill Annie.

You don't know.

You don't know what it's like.

What, to work so hard?

Yes.

And still be a nobody?

Yes.

Welcome to the human race.

Herr Langer?

What is it now?

Did you know that there's
an original Salvador Dali

hanging at Rikers Island?

He donated it in the '60s.

That's fascinating.

You're going to get
to see it first hand.

You're under arrest
for murder.

That's impossible,
you can't do this to me.

We can and we just did.

Schade!

Sie haben ihre Partnerin
unterschaetzt.

Weil sie nun Moerderin ist

kriegen ihre Gemaelde
einen riesigen Preis.

What was that all about?

I told him he missed the boat
on Sylvia Moon.

Now that she's
an admitted killer,

he could've made a fortune
off her paintings.