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[♪♪♪]

Victor Gaines?

[indistinct exchange]

[safe door rumbling open]

[♪♪♪]

Okay, we got a possible situation.

[barrel slide clicks]

[♪♪♪]

We got two men, masked and armed.

Drop your weapon! [shots firing]

[gunfire exchanging]

[shots blasting]

[tires squealing]

[♪♪♪]

I got this! You guys, move.

Gentlemen.

Come on, Victor.

[♪♪♪]

911. What's your emergency?

♪ Now I'm taking my chances

♪ Laying it down

♪ Never letting go...

♪ Never letting go

♪ Yeah, I'm open for something to come around ♪

♪ And never let me go

♪ Never let me go

[♪♪♪]

♪ When I get there

♪ I will sing my song

♪ Never regret

♪ Give it all you got...

Mm.

Morning, Jeff!

Chief.

♪ Now I'm taking my chances... ♪

Are you decent?

Well...

I try to be.

What, you run out of coffee down at the station, Chief?

Well, I would not say no to a cup.

But I assume

that's not why you're here.

Oh, there was some serious action

over in Boston last night.

Attempted robbery of a brooch

containing gems called the "Lakshmi Emeralds."

One of the thieves was shot during the attempt.

He's still in the I.C.U.

The other one got away.

That must be some serious hardware.

Valued roughly $5 million.

Whoo, big money.

The brooch was being picked up

from the Gaines & Associates auction house last night

to travel here.

To Martha's Vineyard?

To the Pendray Hotel, to be specific.

The Lakshmi Emeralds belong to Brittany Prajna.

Britt? As in Zee's best friend?

The emeralds were stolen from her family

over 60 years ago.

And you're thinking the action might be headed here?

Well, Britt's hosting an event over at the Pendray tonight

to celebrate the return of this infamous family heirloom.

All the Vineyard elite is gonna be there.

Thornberry Security is overseeing the transfer,

you know, coordinating, of course,

with Martha's Vineyard PD.

Thornberry's top-notch.

You working with Mike Vinson?

You know him?

Well, he's ex-Boston PD.

He offered me a job at Thornberry

after I was discharged from the force.

Oh.

Actually, JW, that's kind of why I'm here.

Chief, I'm retired.

Special plainclothes detail.

One night, and the pay is generous.

Vineyard life's not cheap,

and I know your pension's not gonna take you that far.

You're not wrong.

You know, your father used to say

you were the best detective in Boston.

Well, from what I've seen... he was right.

I would be a fool

not to try to take advantage of those skills.

Do I have to wear a suit?

No, no. No, no.

A tux.

[laughs]

[♪♪♪]

Jeff.

What do you think about the upgrade?

New place looks great, Bob.

Change is the only constant in life.

Well, that and good coffee.

Ain't that the truth.

Fried clams.

Homemade tartar sauce.

Very nice.

Peruvian dark roast.

One sugar.

You know me too well.

Mm. You, uh, you hear about this?

The Lakshmi Emeralds?

Ah, yes.

Lakshmi...

the Hindu goddess of prosperity, wealth, and purity.

Things of great beauty, like the emeralds,

drive people to extremes.

That's probably why the brooch is said to be cursed.

Cursed?

I don't know about that.

But with something like this comes to the Vineyard,

people tend to get a little overly excited.

To extremes.

[Jeff chuckles]

[♪♪♪]

[♪♪♪]

Excuse me, sir,

I am looking for a friend of mine,

his name's Jeff Jackson.

He's about your height, green eyes,

wouldn't be caught dead in a suit.

[chuckles]

Your dad wanted me to wear a tux--

-Oh, ho. -That wasn't gonna happen.

Last time I wore one of those, it was senior prom,

and it was powder blue.

Oh, I wish I would've seen that.

If only you'd gone to school on the island.

If only.

Well, I assume your dad told you that he hired me tonight.

Yes, Britt's very happy about it.

So am I.

I like the new hair.

Yeah, I thought it was time for a change.

Zee, looks like you got your man.

Uh... [chuckles awkwardly]

I may have mentioned offhand

that my dad could use some extra security,

and that was supposed to be between us.

So where's all this going down?

Oh, right this way.

Jeff Jackson.

Mike. Long time.

Heard about Boston.

Sounds like somebody knew when you'd be picking up the gems.

Yeah, sure looks like that.

Zee,

Mike Vinson, Thornberry Security.

Director of Thornberry Security, actually.

This is Zee Madieras.

"Dr. Zee Madieras," actually.

Excellent, everyone's acquainted now.

Uh, Britt.

I've noticed quite a few hotel guests milling about.

Could we go over the registered guest list,

figure out who's coming and going?

I'll have Chelsea grab the logbook from my office.

Great.

So, the unveiling will happen here, in the parlor.

Vineyard PD will take care of the perimeter.

My boys will deliver the package.

I'll be on point. Jeff...

You can drift.

You're good at that.

I'm good at lots of things.

So I hear, Mr. Jackson.

[Britt laughs]

Willard!

So you're thrice presidential, I hear.

Your name.

Jefferson Washington Jackson?

Ah. Clever.

This is my godfather, Willard Gilford,

and he loves wordplay.

Pleasure.

Britt's father and I were very close friends.

I've looked after Britt since her parents passed away.

[Britt] And he's been my confidante ever since.

In fact, he advised me on all the upgrades

to the Pendray.

And as Britt's family attorney,

I've handled the return of the Lakshmi Emeralds.

-Mm. -Well...

I should get to work.

I need to do the walk through of the grounds.

I'll join you.

I know this hotel like the back of my hand.

-Willard. -Chief.

[Mike] This is our primary access point.

We'll make sure that no unauthorized personnel

come in or out of the hotel.

Well, if someone's gonna make a play for the emeralds tonight,

I doubt they're gonna walk out the front door.

My great-great grandfather gave them to his daughter,

but when she fell in love with a peasant,

he disinherited her.

And worse, he got a holy man to put a curse on the emeralds.

You know, I'm thinking Vineyard PD

should also patrol the courtyard.

There's a lot of ground to cover out here.

Ah, it's better

if we hold the perimeter-- no one in or out.

If that's the way you want to play it.

Anyway, my grandparents worked hard,

saved, and built this hotel.

When Presidents and royalty visited the Vineyard,

they all wanted to see the Lakshmi Emeralds.

Until it was stolen

right off of Britt's grandmother's dress,

while she was attending the opera.

Grandma said it was the curse catching up with her.

More like greed.

It wasn't long after that

until the emeralds disappeared into the black market, right?

Until few years ago,

when I finally believed that I had tracked them down.

I held the brooch in my hands,

only to discover that it was a fake--

a well-crafted facsimile of the real thing.

Yeah, Willard was heartbroken.

[Chelsea] Excuse me.

Britt, I have that info you asked for from the logbook.

Oh, thanks, Chelsea. Uh, Chief?

Excuse me.

Who was it

that was trying to auction off the emeralds?

A month or so ago,

a woman named Regina Fields

brought them to Victor Gaines & Associates

in Boston,

completely unaware of their origins.

Yeah, fortunately, the Gaines gemologist

recognized them, and they froze the auction.

Victor Gaines contacted me.

I confirmed that they were in fact the Lakshmi Emeralds.

Speaking of,

we should ready the package for transport.

Mr. Gilford?

Well, Mike Vinson seems to have everything under control.

Yeah. Let's hope so.

[♪♪♪]

[quiet bustle and chatter, indistinct]

Good evening.

Hmm.

Hey, are you coming in? The seats are filling up.

Ah, that's fine. I'm gonna stand.

I'm on duty.

[indistinct conversations]

So... can you point out any muckety-mucks

that might have a special interest

in the emeralds?

[Zee] Well, the man in the glasses is Victor Gaines.

As in "Victor Gaines & Associates"...

Mm-hmm.

The auction house who identified the brooch, right?

Right.

And who's the lady

he's whispering sweet nothings to?

[Zee] That's Rebecca Lane.

She runs the Vineyard Art Museum.

We have an art museum?

Never been.

Shocking.

[chuckles]

That's Britt's cousin, Lloyd.

I haven't seen him in years.

He's not Britt's favorite.

[Jeff] Can't pick your family.

[Britt] Okay, if everyone can please take your seats.

I'm gonna get my seat.

All right.

[indistinct conversations]

[Britt] Well, welcome, all, to the Pendray

and to this historic night.

Thank you so much for coming.

I, uh, I especially want to thank my godfather,

Willard Gilford,

and Victor Gaines,

for all they've done

to bring the Lakshmi Emeralds home at last.

And a very special thanks to Freddy and Regina Fields.

When Regina Fields

brought them to Mr. Gaines's auction house,

one of his experts recognized the Lakshmi Emeralds.

Their provenance was verified,

and so, here we all are.

[all applauding]

In one week,

I will be signing the brooch over to the Smithsonian,

where it will be displayed

alongside so many other priceless treasures.

But during that time,

guests of the Pendray

will be able to see the Lakshmi Emeralds

right here,

as I will be wearing them.

[crowd applauding]

And now...

the moment you've all been waiting for.

[♪♪♪]

[inhales deeply]

[exhales]

Ladies and gentlemen...

[takes a breath]

...the Lakshmi Emeralds.

[all applauding]

[quietly] Now, that's worth stealing.

[♪♪♪]

...And when

my great-grandparents came to America,

that was all they had.

Not counting their love, of course.

Aw. I like that.

Now, where in India did you say the brooch originally came from?

The gems themselves

come from the Ajmer-Rajsamand belt of Rajasthan,

and they were cut and set into the brooch

by a master craftsman in Jaipur.

Pardon my intrusion.

Adesh Sharma, but please call me AJ.

"Culture India Magazine."

I'm writing a comprehensive story

on the history of the Lakshmi Emeralds.

I was very much hoping I could arrange an interview.

I was actually

just was in the middle of doing that.

Jackie Shawl, Vineyard Gazette.

So sorry. I meant no offense.

Ms. Prajna, please call me at your convenience.

[Britt] Sorry about that.

[indistinct exchange]

You know, if someone cost me

a commission on a $5-million sale,

I don't think

I'd be treating him like my best buddy.

Gaines has ulterior motives?

I think 90% of this crowd has ulterior motives.

Hey, guys!

Hi.

How's it feel? Not too shabby at all.

[Britt chuckles]

Unbelievable.

So, how'd it feel tonight, being back in the game?

Better than hanging around

waiting for the bluefish to bite?

[Jeff chuckles]

This is a one-time deal, Mike.

I'm retired.

Come on, Jeff.

I heard the rumors...

What happened to your partner was not your fault.

He wouldn't have been there if it wasn't for me.

Listen.

You are too good a detective

to be cashing in your chips and wasting away on this island.

[Jeff chuckles]

You remember that offer I made to you?

Yeah.

Yeah, well, it still stands.

Come to Thornberry, be my number two.

[♪♪♪]

Thanks, Mike...

but I'm exactly where I need to be.

What a night.

-Zee. -Lloyd!

[exhales deeply]

Hello, Britt.

I'd embrace you,

but I wouldn't want to damage the goods.

[chuckles dryly]

Mr. Gilford.

Mr. Prajna.

Quite the fairytale ending you've engineered for Britt...

completely disregarding my claim to the brooch.

Your claim is entirely false, Lloyd.

Britt's grandmother's will made that very clear--

the Lakshmi Emeralds were to be left to Britt.

[chuckles]

The brooch, the hotel...

...Britt gets it all.

Lloyd.

Good luck holding onto it.

Everything okay?

Yeah.

[♪♪♪]

So you don't want me to wear it tomorrow

or whenever, because... what?

Somebody's going to try to take it off me

at gunpoint or something?

It's definitely a possibility, yeah.

You don't know how many

armed hold-ups I've dealt with back in Boston.

But this is Martha's Vineyard.

We have crime here too, Britt.

My grandma would want me to wear it.

Proudly.

Britt... listen to the professionals.

I could never live with myself

if anything ever happened to you.

You can wear it at the hotel from time to time,

where there are security cameras

and you're surrounded by trusted staff.

But you need to lock it up here at night.

[♪♪♪]

Okay.

Yeah, you're right.

[♪♪♪]

[panel beeping]

How often do you change that?

Every week.

And only

my Assistant Manager Chelsea and I...

have the code.

[beeping]

Hmm, nice security system.

Yes, Willard convinced me to upgrade a few years ago.

Yeah.

This is the right decision.

[thud-click]

-Thank you. -Yeah.

[door thuds]

All good?

[sighing] All good.

I'm gonna wrap things up and head home.

And I'll say my goodnights.

[overlapping] Goodnight.

Thanks, both of you, for today.

Happy to help, Britt.

After all, I did get paid.

Well, I'm grateful you took the gig.

Goodnight, guys.

-Goodnight. -Take care, Britt.

Your dad take off?

He said something

about a basket of fried clams calling his name.

Ooh. Doesn't sound half bad.

You asking me to dinner?

No! No.

Not "dinner" dinner.

Just beer and clams.

Tch. Well, all right, then.

[laughs]

[♪♪♪]

[Zee] Thanks for everything tonight.

You were pretty great.

Well, I am a well-trained former officer of the law, so.

[Zee chuckles]

Mm.

What?

Oh, i-it's just the, uh, tartar sauce.

I mean...

I'm just saying, you should try my tartar sauce.

You make tartar sauce?

Oh, yeah.

"Oh, yeah"?

I'm sorry, how did a mainlander

get so cocky about his tartar sauce?

It's not like I grew up in Iowa.

[Zee laughing]

You are aware

that Boston is renowned for its seafood, are you not?

Sure...

if you can even call mainland cuisine "seafood."

[scoffs lightly]

And you're calling me cocky?

[Zee chuckles]

Truth be told,

my dad taught me his recipe for tartar sauce

the last summer that I spent on the Vineyard.

Ah, yes.

That was quite the summer.

Yes, it was.

We were such kids.

We didn't think so at the time, though, did we?

Look at us now-- all grown up.

Well, you're grown up.

I'm still pretty immature.

Well...

[both laughing]

So? Am I wrong?

Yeah, no, what these need is...

my homemade tartar sauce.

Oh! You-- You make tartar sauce?

I don't make tartar sauce.

I bring it to life.

[laughing]

[♪♪♪]

[items clatter in drawer]

[♪♪♪]

[♪♪♪]

-Wow! -[phone rings]

Bold, bold, bold!

[laughing] Britt, what's up?

Zee, I think like there might be someone in my house.

Britt,

call 911 and get out of there.

Yeah.

[panting anxiously]

Where is it? Where is the brooch?

[crying out] No!

[thug groans]

Where is it? Where's the brooch?

[Britt screaming]

[shattering]

[engine shuts off]

[♪♪♪]

[Jeff] Britt? Britt!

Oh, no!

[♪♪♪]

[beeping steadily]

[Zee sighs]

Okay. So let me know when anything changes.

Thank you.

Hi.

So, she has a concussion,

she has a hairline fracture of the skull,

which is causing cerebral edema--

swelling of the brain.

It will subside,

but she does need to stay here for a day or two.

I'm sorry, I-I should've known--

No. Mr. Jackson...

it's because of you and Zee that she's still alive.

If anyone's to blame, it's me,

helping bring that accursed brooch

back to this island.

I love that young woman like a daughter.

There's nothing that I wouldn't do for her.

[Chief] Any ideas?

Well, we all heard her cousin, Lloyd, threaten her

tonight at the event.

I think he has a place near Vineyard Haven.

I'll run him down for a little chat.

Thanks, guys.

Yeah.

[Jeff sighs]

What's up?

I was just thinking, if someone broke into her house,

they're probably targeting the hotel, too.

Okay.

[♪♪♪]

[Zee] Did you see that?

Yeah.

Come on.

[Chelsea] It's okay, everyone. Please stay calm.

Hello?

It's Jeff and Zee.

We need to check the safe.

Yes, of course.

Right this way.

Wait. Let me see that.

No!

[♪♪♪]

It's gone.

[Jeff] The keypad

and the fingerprint reader were both ripped out.

The brooch... was on the second shelf.

It's the only item that was taken.

[radio crackles]

[O'Conner] Tell the chief we got something.

[♪♪♪]

Take a look at this!

The main breaker was shut off.

What's this?

Somebody intentionally cut the power.

[breaker clunks]

The power went out about 11:45, so let's start at 11:30.

Well, the basement cam's completely blacked out.

The thief didn't have a lot of time

to bypass the locks

and get out of the hotel unseen.

Do any of these look like your guests?

[Chelsea] I mean, yeah, I think so.

Look.

[Jeff] He's trying to hide his face.

He knows he's on camera.

Chelsea, scroll back to before the power went out.

[♪♪♪]

Keep going.

Let's see if anyone passes through

who might resemble our guy in the hoodie.

We're gonna need to look at anyone who was at the event

who had any kind of connection to the brooch.

Well, obviously, cousin Lloyd.

Already on the list.

Victor Gaines from the auction house.

The couple who returned the brooch.

The Fields, yeah.

Freddy and Regina, right?

Right.

And then, of course, Willard,

but I just really don't think he's a suspect.

I already called him. Voicemail.

Pause it.

You recognize him, Zee?

Oh, that's the waiter...

Same build as the guy from the front door.

[Chief] Well, whoever he is,

he just went to the top of the list.

The ferries and the airports are shut down till tomorrow.

The Coast Guard will be patrolling the marinas,

make sure there's no midnight departures.

See you in the morning.

Goodnight, Dad.

-'Night, Chief. -Goodnight, JW.

Thanks again for helping us tonight.

Yeah, of course.

You worried about Britt?

[car door shuts]

Yeah. But she's tough. She'll be okay.

Let me get you home.

Okay.

[engine starts]

You know, there's one thing that's still bothering me.

What's that?

That you assume you make better tartar sauce than I do.

[laughs] Come on.

You'll see.

[♪♪♪]

Another late night for you, huh?

You could say that.

"Behind every great fortune lies a great crime."

Huh?

Balzac.

Heard about the theft at the Pendray.

How'd you hear about that?

"Nothing travels faster than light,

with the exception of bad news."

Jackie posted the story last night.

Last night? How'd she get it that fast?

I don't know. Why don't you ask her?

Jackie.

Jeff. I hear you were there last night

when the Lakshmi Emeralds were stolen.

Who told you that?

You know I can't burn my source.

Do you wanna give me a statement?

You know the rules.

Talk to the Chief if you want a statement.

I already tried. He gave me nothing.

But I figured you and I have a much better relationship.

Oh. Do we?

What do you say?

I'm sorry, Jackie, but you have a wonderful day.

[♪♪♪]

[knocks]

Morning, JW.

Morning, Chief.

I wanted to let you know

I stopped by Lloyd Prajna's house.

No answer, no car in the drive.

Hasn't been seen at the terminals.

But we're looking.

There's gonna be a lot of people to question.

And I know, the last time you helped us out,

it was supposed to be a one-time thing.

I hate to ask...

I was kinda hoping you would.

You know, this is more than just a $5-million family heirloom.

Someone went after Britt...

put her in the hospital.

Zee could've been with her.

Yeah.

Where do you want to start?

Well... [grunts]

have you located that mysterious little waiter?

Nope.

Then why don't I start with Stan,

over at Vineyard Island Catering?

They worked the job.

Sounds good.

We'll find this guy.

Yeah, I recognize him.

Last-minute hire.

Rodney Emerson.

He was supposed to pick up his check this morning,

but he no-showed.

Figures.

[keys clacking]

I tried his number, but it's no longer in service.

Well, it says here he lives at "4 Yawkey Way"?

[laughs] That's Fenway Park.

Oh, yeah.

Guy's got a sense of humor, I'll give him that.

Okay. Thanks, Stan.

Okay.

Can you run priors on a Rodney Emerson?

Yeah, I'll have O'Conner

run him through the system.

Oh! Hey, listen.

I tracked down the Fields--

those people who had to give up the brooch--

it turns out

they're staying on the island. It's right near you.

Text me the address.

Yeah.

Britt, I'm so sorry.

I mean, at least I'm alive.

But I just...

I just got the emeralds back.

I know.

You know my dad has

the entire force working on it, right?

[chuckles]

How did Willard take the news?

Uh, I actually don't know.

We haven't been able to reach him.

Oh.

Yeah, we were in disbelief when we heard what happened.

Even in a lovely place like this,

such a violent crime like that could be committed.

But, of course, I should know that.

And why's that?

Regina was mugged, twice, outside our brownstone.

But I've taken the necessary precautions.

Good for you.

May I ask your whereabouts last night?

We were in town for a while.

We heard some music at the Duke.

We're not under any kind of suspicion, are we?

I'm just working in conjunction with Vineyard PD,

and we're going through the necessary protocol.

Well, as my husband said,

this was all quite a shock for us.

I bet it was an even bigger shock

when you realized

that the brooch didn't actually belong to you.

Yes. Yes, it was.

Of course, when I bought it at an estate sale,

I had no idea it was stolen goods.

No one did.

Gaines said it's probably changed hands dozens of times.

Did you know Victor Gaines previously?

Only by name.

We brought the brooch to him for appraisal.

We certainly didn't expect to learn

that what we had were the Lakshmi Emeralds.

Of course not.

But it was Gaines who invited you

to the event at the Pendray?

We wanted to come.

To see that sweet girl's family heirloom returned.

Well, thank you for your time.

Are you planning on heading back to the mainland soon?

We actually have the rental for another two weeks.

We were hoping to enjoy our time on the Vineyard.

Good.

Well, enjoy.

-Thank you. -Yep.

[♪♪♪]

[Jeff] Then they said

they're staying on the island for another couple of weeks.

Must be pretty miffed,

losing a $5-million brooch and then see it stolen.

You would think.

But they played it pretty close to the vest.

Any luck on Emerson?

Well, we ran priors

and found a connection between our waiter friend here

and this thief==

Sean Murphy.

That's the guy Thornberry put in the ICU--

he was the one who was trying to steal the emeralds

outside the auction house.

He's still in a coma.

So Emerson must be the driver who got away.

We got patrols out going door to door.

We will find him.

What about Victor Gaines?

I called the auction house over in Boston,

they said he was not available.

They say why not?

Nah.

So, you thinking he's still on the island?

Well, got people out looking for him and for cousin Lloyd.

All of a sudden, everyone seems to be M.I.A.

Hey, Zee, what's up?

Jeff.

Hey. JW has graciously

consented to help us out.

That's great.

Um, I'm here because Britt's awake,

so you can talk to her, if you want to.

I do, I do.

And I called Willard again to tell him what happened,

but there's still no answer.

Huh. Why don't you and I swing by,

tell him in person?

Okay.

-Keep in touch, guys. -Will do.

[♪♪♪]

[doorbell chimes]

[knocking]

[knocking louder]

Willard?

Let's take a look around.

[Zee] Jeff!

Is that a tie?

That's Willard's.

Willard!

Willard!

Zee...

Oh, no!

He's dead.

[sirens wailing]

[radios crackling]

Hey.

You okay?

[sighing deeply]

When we were kids,

he used to take me and Britt sailing.

Do you remember that beautiful boat he had, Dad?

Sure, I do. He was a good man.

No sign of forced entry in the house, Chief.

Nothing appears amiss.

The coroner showed up.

Yeah, send him down.

[Jeff sighs]

Did you find something, Zee?

Well, no blood,

no blunt-force trauma, but I found these...

[pills rattle] Nitroglycerine.

He had a bad heart.

So, cardiac arrest?

He's got some odd cutaneous marks here...

and some more here

and here.

And then do you see these abrasions on his wrist?

Looks like he was tied up.

Do you have any idea what might have caused these marks?

No, but he was clearly under duress.

And given that he had a heart condition...

So, we're likely looking at a murder.

Yeah.

Did you find anything on that security footage, Chief?

We're still going through it.

And what about Lloyd Prajna?

He's not answering any of his phone calls.

We've got to find Rodney Emerson-- yesterday.

Hey...

Do you mind helping me?

Telling Britt.

Yeah. Of course.

Thanks.

Come on.

[♪♪♪]

I just...

[sobbing] This is so, so awful.

Maybe the legend is true.

You know, like the Hope Diamond. Maybe the brooch is cursed.

I... I never should have had it brought it back here.

Britt.

Don't even go there.

It's not your fault.

[knocking at door]

Thanks. I'll take 'em.

Aw...

Here.

Thanks.

[card rustles]

It's from Willard.

He must have sent them before...

Sorry. Zee, can-- can you?

Yeah.

"My darling Britt.

Your safety means more to me than any gems."

"Let the brooch stay buried in the annals of time.

We must discard the transient and seek the true.

For that, I hope you'll return

to the works of Clifford Moncrief.

They are a light in the darkness.

Love, Willard."

Who's Clifford Moncrief?

I... I don't know.

Why do I feel like I know that name?

[indistinct background conversations]

It's late. You gonna head home?

I've still got to do Willard's autopsy.

You gonna be okay?

We need to know how he died.

You know, I was thinking

I might head back over to the Pendray,

get a nightcap.

You're going back to poke around, aren't you?

You're pretty good

at this whole detective thing, huh?

Yeah.

I'll check in later.

[sighs]

[♪♪♪]

[laughter and chatter in distance]

I'll take a beer.

Hello.

[smooching]

[♪♪♪]

[indistinct exchange]

[♪♪♪]

I hope I'm not interrupting.

Um, can we help you?

Jeff Jackson.

Friend of Britt. Prajna.

Oh!

Yes, of course, you were, um, you were at the event.

Mm. Mind if I join you?

[Victor] Oh, we were just...

...Discussing our dealings in the, uh, the art world.

"Dealings."

As in $5-million emerald brooches?

You have any idea where that might have disappeared to?

Well, I imagine it's already on the black market.

You seem pretty confident.

You have a lot of experience in that sort of thing?

No. Just an assumption, actually.

I don't know anything about that side of the business.

You know, Jeff,

I'm sorry, but if you'd excuse us,

I think we'd like to continue our evening.

Of course. Just one more thing.

Victor, you seemed

pretty chummy with, uh, Willard Gilford.

Well, our paths have crossed over the years.

I consider him a friend.

Well, I hate to be the one to tell you this,

but Willard was found dead earlier this evening.

What?

How?

We believe he was killed.

Ohh... um...

Uh, well, that's, uh...

It's-- This is shocking to hear, about Willard,

uh, Mr. Jackson, um...

[takes a breath]

I...

I don't know anything about his death,

but please, if you could excuse me.

Rebecca, we should go.

[Rebecca] I think so.

[♪♪♪]

[Jeff] Goodnight.

[♪♪♪]

[sinister theme rises]

[♪♪♪]

[gunshot]

[gunshot]

[phone ringing]

[ringing continues]

Hello.

Hey, Jeff. It's Stan.

That guy you were looking for--

Yeah, Rodney Emerson?

Yeah, he just came by

to pick up his paycheck

and I got a local address for him.

Okay, thanks, Stan.

Uh, could you text it to me?

You got it.

[♪♪♪]

[knocking]

[♪♪♪]

-[thud] -Oh!

[♪♪♪]

[grunts]

[Zee] Okay, no laceration,

but you have a heck of a contusion.

[Jeff] Well, I would've ran the guy down,

but it's a bit harder when you're seeing double.

You shouldn't even have been here without backup.

Couldn't let him get away.

It seems like he did.

Fair point.

This will help reduce swelling.

[wincing] Ah!

Quite the bedside manner you got there, Doc.

Is that how you take care of people back in New York?

They're better behaved.

[Jeff chuckles]

So how'd you get into that business, anyway?

Um...

Well, growing up, it was just me and my dad.

And we took care of each other,

and it just got to be something that I was good at

and something I enjoyed and...

There's a lot of people who need taking care of in New York.

And I needed a change, so.

Then what brought you back?

That was a different kind of change.

Very mysterious.

Whatever you say, Detective.

JW. You okay?

Oh, he'll be just fine.

Anything in there that might help us find this guy?

Afraid not, but I just heard from the station.

Lloyd Prajna's neighbor called in a tip--

Lloyd is back home.

Well, let's go pay him a visit.

Yeah.

Thanks.

Any time.

[knocking]

[deadbolt turns]

Hi, Lloyd.

Remember me?

I'm Chief Madieras. This is Jeff Jackson.

We'd like to ask you some questions.

Yeah? What about?

Willard Gilford.

[snickers]

Willard sent you over here to hassle me, huh?

Doesn't he have better things to do?

-Not anymore. -Whoa--

[Chief] Lloyd.

Willard Gilford is dead.

Oh! And you think I had something to do with it?

You had an altercation

with Britt and Willard at the Pendray,

night of the event.

All right, look... [stammers anxiously]

I was just upset about the brooch.

Okay? I had a fair claim to it.

And Willard was the only one standing in your way.

I wouldn't kill him.

Where have you been since the event?

I was out on a friend's boat.

What's your friend's name?

Sam... something.

I just met the guy, okay?

And unless I'm being charged with something,

I'd really just like to catch up on some sleep.

You know this guy?

Nope.

And you don't know anything about the missing brooch?

[Lloyd chuckles dryly]

If I knew something

about the $5-million emerald brooch,

do you think I'd still be here?

Don't make any vacation plans, Lloyd.

[♪♪♪]

That how you do things in Boston?

Not typically.

I'm not a cop.

[chuckles] Fair enough.

Good idea.

Text me that, will you?

You got it. [shutter snaps]

This car could be a match to cousin Lloyd's--

same size, same shape.

Well, so are half the cars on the island.

I'm waiting on a warrant to search the property,

including his car.

[O'Conner, on speaker] Chief, got something.

The keypads were pulled and exposed,

but they weren't hacked.

Whoever did it used a code.

But Britt and Chelsea

are the only ones with the access codes.

This timecode here

matches the time when Britt put the brooch

in the safe, so that's Britt's code,

just like all these used before it.

Except that one, the last code used,

it's different.

Someone had a master code.

A backdoor into the safe that nobody else knew about.

Right. Now,

the fingerprint reader itself was cleaned,

so we couldn't pull an actual print off it,

but when it's scanned...

the print creates a data file.

So, like the access code,

the last one used is different than all the other ones.

So, the print and the codes

are different than Britt and Chelsea's,

but they still worked.

But why would the burglar rip out the keypads

if he could bypass them with a code?

To make it look like he couldn't.

There's something else.

This is the security footage from the night of the event.

I matched two camera angles.

That's Rebecca Lane.

Yeah, and she's talking to Emerson.

Print that for me.

Who wants to take a field trip to the Vineyard Art Museum?

[Rebecca] Ah. Wonderful.

Thank you.

Oh... [chuckles awkwardly]

Something tells me, um,

you aren't here to enjoy our art.

Hello, Chief.

Can you tell us what you know about this man, Ms. Lane?

Um... not--

not a lot.

You two look friendly.

Well, he was, um, he was working the event.

His name is...

Rodney something.

Emerson.

That's right.

I was introduced to him by Victor Gaines.

How does Victor know him?

Just "an associate from Boston,"

that's-- that's all he said.

Huh.

Well, thanks for your time, Miss Lane.

Of course.

If she's telling the truth,

that means Victor Gaines knows Rodney Emerson.

Well, Victor Gaines was expecting a nice percentage

from the Lakshmi Emeralds auction,

which got completely pulled out from under him.

Maybe he's the big-time guy

behind the small-time thief, Emerson.

Either way, Victor Gaines knows more than he's letting on.

[Jackie] You read my article?

Yeah. Yeah, it was, uh, it was good.

You know, I actually wanted to offer you

a lead on another story.

I'm all ears.

Willard Gilford's dead.

Autopsy says induced heart attack.

Likely after some kind of violent interrogation.

That's...

Horrible?

Yeah.

And, obviously, you should talk to the Chief and Dr. Madieras

if you want any official statements.

Jeff...

You know I don't burn my sources,

but...

circumstances have changed.

Meaning?

Willard Gilford was my source on the stolen brooch.

Huh.

Because he's the one who stole it.

So you think Willard stole the brooch?

Britt told us that he advised her

on the upgrades to the Pendray.

It makes sense that he would have a master code

and a thumbprint to get to the safe.

Yeah, but why would he betray her like that?

That, I don't know.

Well, she was released this morning.

We need to go tell her.

My grandfather was particularly proud

of his work in preserving the North Cove Lighthouse.

It's now a museum in his honor.

Well, I'll have to go and visit.

Yes. I could give you a tour.

Thanks, Britt.

I have to say,

I was surprised to hear from you after what's happened.

Well, that's actually the reason I called.

Everything is being sensationalized.

I just--

Um... I'm so sorry.

Can we continue this another time?

Mr. Jackson.

[indistinct exchange]

Mr. and Mrs. Fields.

This is Dr. Zee Madieras.

Yes. I saw you the other night at the event.

Yeah, that's right.

Which feels like a lifetime ago.

Any luck locating the Emeralds?

[Jeff] Not yet.

Excuse us.

[Regina] Of course.

Uh, AJ, my friends Zee and Jeff.

AJ is--

Writing a magazine feature.

I remember.

Nice to meet you, Jeff.

-Yeah. -Thank you again, Britt.

And I will take you up

on that offer to tour the lighthouse.

Definitely.

What now?

Let's take a walk.

That...

No. No, that makes no sense.

It's absurd to think he stole the brooch.

Britt, Willard's the one who advised you

to install the new security system, right?

Yes, but...

Did he have a master code?

Can't something like that be hacked?

Well, yes, but we know it wasn't.

I just...

if it was him,

then someone made him do it against his will.

That's the only explanation.

Do you think it might be possible

that someone made him do it, like Britt said?

Maybe.

But Willard's not just gonna give up the brooch...

which would explain

why he was tied up and interrogated.

No, his killer wasn't trying to find out

where Britt was keeping the brooch,

but where Willard had hidden it.

Begs the million-dollar question...

Sorry, slow day.

No. What is the million-dollar question, Bob?

Did Willard reveal where the brooch was hidden

before he died?

[♪♪♪]

I think we should take a closer look

inside Willard's house.

Maybe it's been there the whole time.

[♪♪♪]

Yeesh...

So this is how the other half lives.

[Zee] Looks like someone else

thought the emeralds would be here.

[Jeff] Yup.

[♪♪♪]

[cell phone ringing]

Chief.

JW.

I just talked to Lloyd Prajna's neighbor.

He left with a packed bag 20 minutes ago.

Looks like he's skipping town.

I've got O'Conner going out to the airport.

You're closer to the ferry. Can you get there?

Yeah. We're leaving Willard's now.

All right.

Hey, Zee? We gotta go.

[Zee] What's going on?

[♪♪♪]

[Jeff] There he is.

Stay here.

Lloyd? Lloyd!

Lloyd!

Lloyd!

Get out of the way!

Lloyd!

Lloyd!

Lloyd!

Listen, Lloyd!

My back's killing me,

so I really don't want to fight you,

but I'm pretty sure I'd win.

So what do you say?

You done?

Come on. Let's go.

[police radio chatter]

[car accelerates]

[Jeff groans lightly]

Are you okay to drive?

Yeah. It's just flaring up a little.

[exhales wearily]

Hey, Jeff. What happened that night?

What night?

You know what night.

[engine shuts down]

[Jeff sighs]

What happened was that my partner and I

got in a firefight with a suspect.

".38 Special"--

that's what we called him,

'cause he killed with a .38.

We were tracking him for a while.

My partner and I both got hit.

But only one of us died.

You know, you prepare for it,

but you're never really prepared for it...

And one thing's for sure...

I got a .38-caliber slug in my back,

to make sure I never forget.

A .38?

Are you sure that's what you were shot with?

I mean, yeah, that's...

That's what the perp carried. Why?

When you first came to see me,

the x-ray of your back did not show a .38.

What are you talking about?

Whatever's in your back

is a different caliber bullet.

[Jeff scoffs, incredulous]

Are you sure?

I'd bet my career on it.

'Cause that would mean...

That would mean there was a second shooter that night.

I think it's possible

that whoever actually shot you is still out there.

It's a simple question.

Why did you run?

I'm not gonna say anything without my attorney present.

[Jeff] How'd you get that cut on your hand, Lloyd?

Breaking into Willard's house?

[enunciating] A...ttor...ney.

[Jeff] So Lloyd isn't talking...

yet.

[Zee] Do you think he did it?

Well, he's definitely hiding something.

How do you know?

People tend to deflect

when they have something to hide.

Huh.

Like you.

Like me?

Outside Emerson's place.

When I asked you what brought you back to the island,

you dodged the question.

That must mean...

...That it's personal.

I came back because of a guy.

A guy?

Mm-hmm.

A guy who was my fiancé.

You were engaged?

Mm-hmm.

So?

What happened?

Well... [chuckles awkwardly]

um...

[phone chimes]

[deep breath]

[sighs]

It's Willard's toxicology report.

Okay, so in addition to taking nitroglycerin,

he was also taking angiotensin receptor blockers.

His heart was giving out.

So he didn't have long to live?

-No.

Why would someone steal a priceless brooch

if they aren't even gonna be around long enough

to enjoy the benefits?

The last thing that Willard said

was that he would "do anything" for Britt.

Right, so...

And he made it look like a burglary,

not an inside job.

So he could throw the suspicion from himself.

Unless...

he staged it to look like a burglary

so people thought the brooch was actually stolen,

to protect Britt.

By stealing from her?

Do you remember

how upset he was that night at the hospital?

I mean, Britt could've been killed.

The brooch was putting her life in danger.

But if people thought it was gone forever,

she'd never be at risk.

Right.

So, to be sure she'd never be at risk,

he told Jackie Shawl about the burglary that night,

so she would run with the story right away.

Yeah, that actually makes sense.

But what I don't understand

is why he wouldn't just tell her before he did it?

Again, to protect her,

so she wouldn't be implicated in a crime.

We have to talk to Britt tomorrow.

Yeah.

Tell her the potentially good news about Willard,

and the potentially very bad news about Lloyd.

[Britt gasps]

That makes so much sense about Willard.

And it means

the key to finding his killer is finding that brooch.

But I got to tell you,

I find it hard to believe Lloyd would--

I mean, I know he's unpleasant,

but I don't think he's a murderer.

Hello, everyone.

[Britt] Hi.

Sorry to intrude.

We're just so glad to see you're up and about.

But...

deeply sorry to hear about Mr. Gilford.

He was a lovely man.

It's shocking.

Thank you.

Have there been any leads?

Any closer to finding out who did it?

The investigation is ongoing.

Well, if there's anything we can do,

please let us know.

It'll have to be over the phone, though.

We're on our way to the ferry now.

Thought you mentioned

you'd be staying on the island for the next couple of weeks.

That was our original plan.

Uh, unfortunately, there's some pressing business

that needs my attention.

Ah.

Well, safe travels.

[Regina] Thank you.

-Take care. -Bye.

[♪♪♪]

[Jeff] Hey.

I assumed you asked me to meet you

so you could give me another scoop.

No scoops just yet.

I asked you to meet me because I could use your help.

Mm. I'm listening.

When you covered the Lakshmi event,

did you get any background on Freddy and Regina Fields?

Freddy Fields comes from a very wealthy family.

A known art collector,

he recently offloaded several pieces,

but nothing nearly as valuable as the Lakshmi Emeralds.

His wife, Regina, runs a non-profit,

has been honored for her philanthropy.

So, by all accounts, good people.

Maybe.

What about Victor Gaines?

Seemed pretty straightforward.

A few newsworthy auctions,

but nothing notable in his personal history.

I want to know more about Gaines & Associates.

You have anybody back in Boston that could dig into 'em?

Could make a few calls.

I owe you one.

Yeah, you really are running up a tab.

[Jeff laughs]

I'm good for it.

[♪♪♪]

How's Britt holding up?

Oh, she's fine.

Um, we actually just met with AJ Sharma,

the writer from Culture India Magazine.

How was that?

Um, I mean, she loves talking about her grandmother,

but he just kept bringing up Willard,

and it seemed like he's obsessed with the curse.

You think that's just a story angle?

I don't know.

I mean, I feel like I'm being paranoid

ever since the brooch came on the island.

Zee.

You and I both know curses don't exist.

[phone rings]

It's Jackie Shawl.

I asked her to run something down for me.

Hey, Jackie.

Ten years ago,

Victor Gaines was charged with attempting

to sell stolen jewels on the black market.

Well, then how come it didn't show up on his record?

His lawyer had it expunged,

buried it.

One of my contacts

dug it up.

I'm gonna email it to you right now.

Yeah. Thanks.

Looks like we need to have another conversation

with Victor Gaines.

[♪♪♪]

Hi.

We're looking for a guest by the name of Victor Gaines.

Thanks.

[indistinct conversations]

I have some more questions for you, Mr. Gaines.

[sighing]

Can this be brief?

I have somewhere to be.

When I saw you at the Pendray bar,

you said you had no knowledge of trading on the black market,

but 10 years ago, you were charged

with smuggling jewels out of Europe.

Those charges were dropped.

Yeah, because the key witness died two days before the trial.

It's awfully convenient for you.

As a matter of fact,

it was quite inconvenient.

Can you explain?

I was innocent.

If the case had gone to trial,

I would've been completely exonerated.

When the witness died,

the prosecution decided to drop the case,

but the damage to my reputation had been done.

Now, if that's all--

That's not all.

What can you tell me about your friend, Rodney Emerson?

Who?

The waiter you introduced to Rebecca Lane at the event.

Uh, yes. Of course.

It was a surprise to run into Rodney.

He did some janitorial work at my building.

At the auction house?

Yes, that's right.

Now, if we're done, I really must go.

What's your intuition telling you?

That that was a total waste of time.

How about yours?

"Redire ad fontem."

Huh?

Latin?

It means "return to the source."

Rebecca Lane is connected to Gaines,

who's connected to Emerson,

but who connects them both to the brooch?

Willard Gilford.

Yes.

[♪♪♪]

Hey, wait a second.

What?

What do you think about tracing this

from the thief's perspective?

Oh, okay.

-Come on. -Yeah.

So he breaks this window, lets himself in.

-Right. -With what?

I mean, there's nothing here.

Wait a second.

What is it?

It's a piece of flashing that protects the glass...

Must have got jarred loose when the window was broken.

I didn't notice it before.

[Zee] Wait, that's blood.

So he broke the window with his hand.

And who do we know who has a cut on their hand?

I want to remind you

that my client is here voluntarily.

Your client is here

because his blood was found on the smashed door

at Willard Gilford's estate.

The same estate that we found Willard's dead body.

Maybe he was there to try to cover up some evidence.

You have nothing connecting him to--

No, no. It's okay.

[Lloyd sighing]

I'd heard rumors Gilford stole the brooch.

When he was found dead without the brooch, I thought...

...maybe he might've hidden it somewhere...

in his house.

So you broke in?

All I did was go in and look around, okay?

I don't know anything about the theft of the brooch.

I don't know anything about Gilford's murder.

Then we'll be holding you

on the breaking-and-entering until that proves to be true.

What if I have information?

Like what?

[chuckles smugly]

No. I want a deal.

We can do what we can.

That guy you're looking for?

Emerson?

Rodney Emerson.

I started following Victor Gaines around

after Gilford turned up dead.

He's chartered a boat...

down at Vineyard Haven harbor.

And why were you following him?

I knew he was close to Gilford.

I thought he might lead me to the brooch.

But how does this relate to Emerson?

I saw that Emerson guy...

hanging around Victor's boat.

[loudly] Rodney Emerson?

Police!

[♪♪♪]

Martha's Vineyard Police!

Come on out!

[♪♪♪]

[♪♪♪]

Chief.

Rodney Emerson?

Yep.

If Victor's trying to clean up his mess,

why leave a dead Emerson on a boat he rented?

Maybe because Victor's not the one who killed him.

I'd say he hasn't been dead very long--

maybe two or three hours.

Does that look familiar?

Yes, it does.

Same wounds we found on Willard.

[♪♪♪]

[gasps]

[♪♪♪]

So now the Gazette peddles in gossip?

It wasn't my article, Jeff.

I promise you, whatever I write about this story

will be the whole truth.

You have to trust me.

Do I?

[sighs]

Look.

I don't know where this goes,

but it's more background on Victor Gaines.

Maybe there's something there.

I'll let you know what I find.

[phone chimes]

[♪♪♪]

[cell phone chiming]

[♪♪♪]

[keys clacking]

Okay...

"Foreclosure"?

That's six months before the auction.

[♪♪♪]

[knocking at door]

Hey.

Guess what the burn marks are from?

What?

A stun gun.

The measurement between the two marks

on both Willard and Emerson

match the most common type of stun gun.

An odd weapon of choice for a killer.

You figure something out?

Maybe.

But we need a confession,

and for that, we need to find those emeralds.

How?

Redire ad fontem.

Come on. Let's take a drive.

[♪♪♪]

Hey. You find something?

Lakshmi Emeralds.

Ohh.

And look.

Oh, Willard's boat.

[gasps]

Willard's note to Britt.

[exhales deeply]

"Let the brooch stay buried in the Annals of Time."

He had a way with words.

We need to get on that boat.

Um...

He's at Pier 4 at the Marina.

Odds these are the keys to The Annals of Time?

Pretty good.

[Jeff] There she is.

So where would you hide a brooch?

Willard using the word "buried,"

makes me think it's under our feet.

[Zee] Like a trap door?

Under a Persian rug.

[♪♪♪]

Well, what do we have here?

[Zee chuckles softly]

Jackpot.

Hey, Chelsea. Is Britt here?

Uh, no, she took off about 15 minutes ago.

Oh. She's already at the lighthouse.

Okay, well, let's head over there.

Okay.

-Hello, Zee. -Hi.

We're just running to the lighthouse.

Do you want to ride with us?

The lighthouse?

Yeah, you're meeting Britt there.

Am I?

Come on. Let's go.

[♪♪♪]

AJ?

AJ?

[stun gun crackling]

Voicemail!

Britt always answers her phone.

Chief, get a unit out to the North Cove Lighthouse.

We're on our way.

[♪♪♪]

I don't want to have to use this on you again.

Just tell me where Willard hid the brooch.

[dazed] I don't... I don't-- I don't know.

He had to have told you.

I swear.

He didn't.

[cries out] He didn't! Please!

Gaines isn't our guy, Chief.

But while looking into him,

I found some interesting information on the Fields.

Jeff found a public notice

that the Fields were days away from having their assets seized.

They're in massive debt to the I.R.S.

They needed the money from the sale of that brooch.

Regina said she'd been mugged twice outside of her brownstone,

but that she'd "taken precautions."

According to the local paper, she foiled the second mugging--

with a stun gun.

That's what was used on both Willard and Emerson.

Okay, we're on our way.

Hold off until we get there.

[sirens begin wailing]

[♪♪♪]

Wait! Jeff, shouldn't we wait for back-up?

Britt could be dead by then.

Come on.

Britt?

Britt!

Stay here.

[throat clears]

Wait. Wait! Wait!

We just want to talk.

If you want to live,

you'll get your friend, Britt, to do the same.

[Regina yelps]

Leave it!

[Regina panting]

Help her up.

Let's talk, like you said.

Come on, get upstairs. Move. Both of you.

Britt!

Over there.

The police are on their way.

They know what happened and that it was you.

Your accomplice, Rodney Emerson, was casing the hotel

to steal the brooch

when he saw Willard cut the power.

And why would Willard do that, huh?

Unless he intended to steal the brooch for himself.

The three of you

went to Willard's to search the place.

But he wouldn't give up the brooch, would he?

We just-- we were trying to get him to tell us

where he'd hidden it.

He had a bad heart.

We didn't know that. We-We-We didn't meant to--

Kill him? Well, you did.

That's grand theft and homicide.

Double-homicide, if you count Emerson.

And now you can add kidnapping to the charges.

Why did you take Britt?

He had to have told her where he'd hidden it.

He didn't. I swear.

Actually, Britt, he did.

His note he sent you with the flowers.

You mean, about Clifford Moncrief?

He said the brooch was "buried in the annals of time."

You remember Willard's sailboat?

Oh, my gosh...

-Of course. -What are you babbling about?

The Annals of Time. His boat!

And guess what we found buried in it?

What?

-Hey, hey, hey! -Easy.

It's in my pocket.

[Regina] Give it here!

Untie Britt first.

Do it, Regina.

Do it.

Hey, that's close enough.

It's okay, Freddy.

What do you think I'm going to do?

You're the one with the gun.

All I have is a $5-million brooch...

that you killed to get...

So...

here you go.

No!

[men grunting]

[Regina yelps]

[grunting]

[Regina] Stay back! Both of you.

[cries out]

[both grunting]

Back up!

On the ground, both of you.

Now!

What have you done?

What have you done?

[sirens approaching]

[thump-thump]

[♪♪♪]

The Fields confirmed

they met Emerson at Victor's auction house.

And they killed him

because he was trying to go to Victor,

probably to give them up.

Ironic that they brought me here.

Willard always called this place "a light in the darkness."

Britt...

you still have that card Willard sent you?

[♪♪♪]

[laughs lightly]

We need to go back to the hotel.

Come on.

[♪♪♪]

Willard loved word games,

and this note is basically a riddle,

all coded language.

Now, Zee and I were able to figure out the first part--

...About the brooch being in the boat,

but we also suspected

that they wouldn't be the real Lakshmi Emeralds.

Wait, you mean--

Willard told you

that the brooch would be buried in the Annals of Time,

and, after that, there's this odd line

about how you need

to "discard the transient and seek the true."

And "transient" had to be code for the fake brooch.

That's what you threw into the ocean?

So then, where are the real Lakshmi Emeralds?

"For that,

you have to return

to the works of Clifford Moncrief.

They are a light in the darkness."

As soon as I heard you say that, out at the lighthouse,

I remembered

where I saw the name "Clifford Moncrief."

In the confusion, after he cut the power,

Willard must've hid the brooch...

...here...

[grunts]

...in the lighthouse.

[♪♪♪]

[gasps]

They never left the hotel.

[Britt gasps]

You're incredible!

Oh, my gosh.

[laughs]

[♪♪♪]

[taps glass]

-Hey! -Hi.

Is that...

Just a gift of my homemade tartar sauce.

[Jeff chuckles]

Oh! It smells so good!

"Chef Jeff!"

[laughs]

Batter...

Did you chill these before you battered them?

You know, just because I wasn't born here,

doesn't mean I can't learn.

[laughing]

Okay, we're doing

a blind taste test as soon as those clams are done.

Bring it, Madieras.

So, uh...

you never finished telling me...

you know, about your engagement.

Well...

after the invitations went out--

we were gonna do it at the Pendray, of course--

I found out that...

I wasn't the only woman in his life.

And it almost destroyed me,

until I decided that it just didn't have to,

and that this island is my home,

and he wasn't welcome on it.

Good for you.

[sizzling]

-[smoke detector beeping] -Oh, geez!

Oh, no!

Oh.

-Here's a towel. -Okay.

Rookie move.

[Zee laughs]

[playfully] No!

How do we do this?

Um, you close your eyes.

Seriously?

Close your eyes.

-You are not to be trusted. -[Zee cracking up]

Come on, it's a blind taste test.

I can get a blindfold.

No. No, no, no. It's fine. I'll-- I'll close my eyes.

Right now. All right?

Mm.

Okay, I'm ready for the next one.

[Zee] Okay.

Mm.

Well, I think...

clearly...

beyond a shadow of a doubt...

...they were both yours.

-No! -Yes!

-You tried to fake me out. -Oh...!

You tried to fake me out--

but I know my tartar sauce.

-Busted. -You can't fake me out.

[♪♪♪]