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[♪♪♪]

[♪♪♪]

[sculpture shattering]

[pounding continues]

[♪♪♪]

[Dee] Are you ready, Dad?

Oh, ow. Ow, ow, ow--
Ow! Ow! Ow!

Almost, almost.

Ow. Ow. Ow! Ow!

Ohh! [laughs]

Okay, it's just a small wound,

I think the antiseptic
will do the trick,

but I want you to come
to the hospital tomorrow

so I can give you
a tetanus booster.

You have anything
for wounded pride?

She must've gotten her brains

from her mother.

[Eli and Zee chuckling]

Let's see.

Oh, excellent work, Doc.

Thank you, Eli.
[laughing]

You know, when I left
Royal Fern Hospital

after 30 years,

I worried what might
happen to the place,

and now I can see,

it couldn't be
in better hands.

That's because you taught me
everything I know.

[chuckles dismissively]
You flatter me.

But do go on.

-I'll bring the car down..
-Okay.

-Want me to take that?
-Thanks.

It was really nice seeing you
today, Eli.

I'm glad you and your father
could join me.

I don't get out to fish
much anymore.

Seems like retirement
has you busier than ever.

You still tinkering with
that dialysis machine?

Actually, I've got

a working prototype.

Congratulations!
That's amazing!

Knowing all the people
it could help,

it's really
the most rewarding feeling.

I'm not even seeking a patent.

I'm going to share the design.

"Open source,"
as the computer folks say.

Eli, you are inspiring,
and that is not flattery.

-That's just the plain truth.
-Thanks, Zee.

Why don't I take you
for lunch this week,

to celebrate?

-That would be lovely.
-Okay.

Uh, Thursday, 1:00,
at the Blue Dog?

It's been ages
since I've been there.

Well, I look forward to it.

Ditto.

[♪♪♪]

[♪♪♪]

[glass shattering]

[door creaks]

[♪♪♪]

[Eli gasps]

[Eli struggling]

[crashing]

[muffled yelp]

[panicked gasping]

[thud]

[seagulls crying]

[♪♪♪]

Thought I might find you here.

Guilty as charged.

What, are you
making house calls now?

I mean, as your doctor,

I do strongly approve
of the cardiovascular activity.

Well, all those fried clams are
starting to catch up with me.

Too many dinners
home alone, I guess.

I'm so sorry that I had
to cancel at the last minute.

You know,
it would be tragic

if fate was
conspiring against us.

Yeah, it would be.

So how about we try
again tonight?

Lucky's on Main?

That sounds like a plan.

Hey, um, let me know

if this running
causes any pain in your back.

I don't want that bullet

migrating any closer
to your spine.

Aw, so far, so good, Doc!

[laughs]

Man. Any word

from that detective friend
of yours in Boston

about finding the guy
who put it there?

Andy's still looking into it.

So, did you, uh, need something,

or did you just miss me?

Don't you have fishing nets
hanging in your living room?

Ah, yes,
my dad's idea of home decor.

I was hoping
I could borrow them.

I'm actually helping Britt
organize the opening auction

for the regatta,
it's a nautical theme.

Shockingly original.

Says the mainlander
with fishing nets

hanging in his living room.

I'll help you take them down.

Hold your horses there, Doc.

I still have
two miles to go

before I earn
that lobster and mash

at Lucky's tonight.

I can drop 'em by later.

[♪♪♪]

Jeff.

Don.

Doing okay?

You know CPR, right?

[chuckles]

Maybe you want to join me
next time?

Ah, you know,
I'll stick to providing

the cold beverages at the end.
Help yourself.

Oh, thanks.

Hey, you run into some trouble?

Yeah, I was gonna test
the course for the regatta,

then a couple yahoos
blew past me in the channel.

Their wake took me
into a piling.

Wow.

You gonna have it fixed
for the race on Sunday?

The patch will cure in time.

Uh, that orbital sander
I loaned you,

maybe it could make
its way back to me.

No problem.

Yeah, that's not even
the biggest issue.

The centerboard
cracked clean through.

Ouch. Can you get
a replacement in time?

I'm gonna pick one up
in Boston.

I gotta head up there
on Thursday,

make a delivery for work.

So how are things
over at the gallery anyway?

You in the market for
some fine art there, Jackson?

I don't know.

Thought maybe it was time
to spruce the place up a bit.

Ahh, maybe there's someone
you're trying to impress.

What? No.

Just wanted to take advantage
of your employee discount.

[chuckles]
Can't help you there.

You know, this is pretty bad.

We're expecting big crowds
for regatta weekend,

which means a good haul

for the yacht club's
scholarship fund.

Glad to hear it.

Not so many local kids
get the chance to sail.

[Britt] So long as the banquet
and auction come off

without a hitch,

which falls entirely
on me, of course.

Britt, didn't you volunteer?

Chief, that only makes it
all the more stressful.

Thank you, Zee,
for stepping in to help.

Oh, of course,

and Jeff will be here any minute
with those fishing nets.

Ah. How, uh... how are things
going between you two?

And this is the part where
I pretend not to be listening.

Dad, the Harbormaster's
over there.

Don't you two have
pedestrian lanes--

Yes! Yes, we do.

-Yeah?
-I'll catch up to you later.

Okay.

Well? Spill the tea.

Jeff.

What'd I miss?

Not a thing.
Glad you could make it.

When duty calls.

So where do you want these?

[text alert whooshes]

Shoot. [sighs]

My friend was supposed
to pick up a painting

for the auction,

but she's stuck at work.

Um, I can do it.

I don't know
if it'll fit in your car.

Mm, yeah.

Sure wish I knew
someone with an SUV.

If only.

I'd be happy to pick it up.

-Jeff, you're a lifesaver!
-I know.

You know the Winchester
Galleries, right?

Yeah, sure.
My buddy, Don, works over there.

Ask for Lila Winchester.
She'll know all about it.

Zee, we have so much to do.

I guess we'd better get to it.

I guess so.

[♪♪♪]

[woman] Welcome
to Winchester Galleries.

Hi. Are you Lila Winchester,
by chance?

I am.

And you are?

Jeff Jackson.

I'm here to pick up
a painting for Britt Prajna.

I don't recall Ms. Prajna
making any recent purchases.

[chuckles]
Well, that's because

it was a donation
to the regatta auction,

you know, for the yacht club
fundraiser thing?

Excuse me.
Please don't touch that.

[woman] Apologies.

[Lila]
Do you need assistance?

Yes, I'd like
to buy this sculpture.

I'm sorry,
"Boat Into Wind"

has been pre-sold
to a buyer in Paris.

Ohh.
I just adore this piece.

I have to have it.

All of Carl Kilburn's pieces

are currently sold out
at the moment.

I'll give you double
what you're asking for it.

That's not how I do business,

but I'd be happy to show you
the work of other artists.

No. Thank you.

Just forget about it.

[woman stomping out]

Does... that happen often?

[laughs]

Art is intended
to provoke passion.

Huh.

Well, then there's hope for
a bidding war at the auction.

Did you have a painting
in mind or...

I don't know anything
about a donation.

My gallery manager,
Bernadette Orwell,

she would've handled
all the details,

and she's not here.

Any way you can reach her?

She's having lunch
at the Whaler's Club.

She'll be back in an hour.

Gotcha.
Well, thanks, Lila.

Of course,

and lovely meeting you, Jeff.

[ringing]

Ah, I think that's him.

Hey.

Hey. So I talked
to a woman named Lila.

Interesting lady.

But she has no idea

about a painting
being donated to the auction.

Oh. Sounds like someone
got their wires crossed.

Well, if Britt wants
to uncross them,

she needs to talk
to Bernadette Orwell,

the gallery manager.

Lila says

she's having lunch
at the Whaler's Club.

Oh, that's right by us.
Okay. Thanks, Jeff.

Sorry about that.

Um, looking forward
to dinner.

So am I.

Where's he taking you?

Lucky's.

Candlelight. Linen.

Not eating with your hands...

Jeff's upping his game.

Maybe he likes
the lobster there.

Oh, I'm sure
he likes that, too.

[clink]

To my amazing,
incredible,

and beautiful wife,

Bernadette.

Mm.

Ah. I, uh...

I called ahead

and ordered
that chocolate soufflé you like.

Derek, I'm sorry,

I'm actually gonna
have to cut this short.

There's just some stuff

that came up at the gallery
this morning.

The purpose of this lunch

was to carve time
away from work,

and spend it together.

I know.

So you can see

how leaving early
to go back to work

is a problem.

Derek, you're being dramatic.

Dramatic?

You're out the door
at the crack of dawn.

Half the time,
you're not home till midnight.

There's just a lot going on.

And what about
our marriage, Bernie?

-[fuming sigh]
-Is that "going on"?

Is that happening?

I wanted to wait
to talk to you about this.

[Derek] What's that mean?

[Bernadette] You know what,
it was a mistake to bring it up.

Let's just not get into it here.

[Derek] Bernie.

-What are you talking about?
-Stop it!

[Britt] Bernie, hi.

Britt...

nice to see you.

Uh, you know my husband, Derek.

-Of course.
-Hey.

And this is Dr. Zee Madieras.

Hi. I hope
we're not interrupting.

You're good.

I'll, uh, get
the chocolate soufflé to go.

You can get the check.

Excuse me.

Bernie, I'm-I'm so sorry
to have intruded.

What can I do for you?

Um, I spoke to Lila
a few weeks ago,

and she agreed
to donate a painting

for the regatta auction,

but now she seems
to have forgotten all about it.

Well, you should have
arranged things with me.

[stammers] Uh...

Britt...

Bernie is the woman
behind the woman.

We should have known
to come to you.

Is there any way
you can make this happen?

Bring your tax-exempt paperwork
to the gallery

tomorrow at 9:30 in the morning.

Lila agreed.

It's for a good cause.

I'll work something out.

Thank you, Bernie.

Thank you so much.

-9:30, sharp.
-Yes.

Nice work.

I was on the Chamber of Commerce
with her for a year

and she's... challenging.

I think
her husband would agree.

[chuckles] Yeah.

[background chatter]

Hey.

Uh, Jeff Jackson, party of two.

Mr. Jackson.

Lila.

Nice to see you again.

This is Adam Shearin.

-A pleasure.
-Hi.

Are you an artist, Adam?

[chuckles]
No, no, no. I'm a client.

Adam works in Silicon Valley.

Wow, that's quite a commute.

Yeah, well, my company's
based out of there--

Shearin Technologies.

We've got subsidiaries
all over the world now.

Is that right?

Uh-huh, I'm what they call
a digital nomad.

I can work wherever I want,

so I just decided to buy myself
a little summer cottage up here.

And I'm helping him
get settled.

That's right.

She's filling up my house
with her gallery's artwork,

while I learn to pilot
my new boat.

What about you, Jeff?
What brings you to the island?

Early retirement.

-Uh-huh.
-Shearin party of two?

Lila, I think
our table's about ready.

[phone ringing]

-Nice seeing you, Jeff.
-Likewise.

Nice to... meet you, Adam.

[beep]

-Hey.
-[Zee] Hey.

Let me guess.
You're running late?

You're not
going to believe this.

Dr. Cho got food poisoning
and I'm the backup.

I'm so sorry.

Don't apologize.
It's not your fault.

Can we please do this
later this week?

Yes, we can, and we will.

In the meantime, I'm gonna have
a little chat with fate.

Tell him to get outta my way.

Please do!

Did you get the painting
situation worked out?

Oh! That reminds me.
Are you free

-tomorrow morning?
-I'll be there.

That'd be great.
Thanks, Jeff.

Any time.

Night, Zee.

Goodnight.

[sighs]

[♪♪♪]

[door opening and closing]

[♪♪♪]

[line ringing]

[exhales deeply]

[phone rings]

Boston Police.
Detective Lau.

Andy, it's Jeff Jackson.

If you're calling
to buy me a beer at Callahan's,

the answer is,
I'll see you in five minutes.

[chuckles]

Sadly, I'm a little more
than five minutes away.

Raincheck?

Fine.

I guess I'll keep
working this cold case.

Tracking down the perp
who shot my friend.

Which is why I'm calling.

You find anything?

I've been able to I.D.
11 criminal associates

of the bank robber
that you took down,

known as ".38 Special."

Can you tie any of them
to the scene?

Not yet.

So far, their whereabouts
are all accounted for.

Huh.

But I'm still working
through the stack,

Jeff.

Well, if you want
to lighten the load,

you can send
some of those files my way.

Sure, as soon as you un-retire
and rejoin the police force.

Always by the book, huh, Andy?

Always.

Hey, the next time I see you,

I'm gonna have a cooler full
of fresh-caught crabs

with your name on 'em.

That sounds great, Jeff.

And as soon as I got something,

you'll know.

Thanks, Andy.

[♪♪♪]

[gunshot]

Kelly!

[♪♪♪]

[shot fires]

[cries out] Ahh!

[♪♪♪]

Hey there, Jeff.

Jackie.

I was just thinking about you.

Lucky me.

I was hoping
you were working on something

that I could report on
for the Gazette .

Right now, I'm working on
caffeinating myself.

[chuckles]

You looking to buy
a new place?

Uh, looking to sell one,
actually.

Hopefully several.

You're selling real estate now?

Well, it may shock you to hear,

but working at the Gazette
hasn't exactly made me rich.

You're not in the market,
are you?

No, no. I'm good where I'm at.
Thanks.

Well, if you change your mind,
you know where to find me.

Bob!

Missed you yesterday, Jeff.

Yeah, I got caught up
running errands.

The day kinda got away from me.

For you, my darkest roast.

Keep you from dozing off

while you've got
that line in the water.

That's the plan.

But first,

I gotta pick up something
for Zee and Britt

over at
the Winchester Galleries.

Lila's got a great eye.

Some very fine pieces
over there.

What are you,
an art critic now?

I'm just playing delivery man.

I gotta pick up a painting
from Bernie Orwell.

Ooh. Best mind
your "P"s and "Q"s with her.

Oh, yeah?

Bernie comes in here
every morning by 8:00

for her double-shot Americano.

Never tips
and "doesn't like chitchat"--

that's a direct quote.

Thanks for letting me know.

You know what?

She actually hasn't been
in here yet today.

Well, you best have
her triple shot ready.

[chuckles]

See you later, Bob.

Yeah, sounds good.

Come on. Come on, come on!

You doing okay there, Don?

[sighing] Jeff.

Yeah, nothing's working right
all of a sudden. What's up?

No, I was just about
to head over to the gallery.

Got your orbital sander.

Right, thanks.

So what's going on here?

I got a ferry leaving
in 15 minutes.

I got a load of gallery items
that need to be in Boston today,

now this thing won't work.

Yeah, well, looks like
your battery cable's corroded.

Sea air will do that.

Shouldn't take long to replace.

Yeah, but I'll never
make my deliveries

and pick out my centerboard
if I miss this early ferry.

Here. Take the old Wagoneer.

I'll fix up the van,
drive it till you get back.

Seriously?

Yeah, it's the least I can do

after taking your sander hostage
for a week.

[chuckling]

Thank you, Jeff.
You're a lifesaver.

Uh, let me just get
the packages loaded up.

I got you.

[♪♪♪]

You got a hammer?

Looks like this lid needs
to be nailed back down.

Eh, you know what,

I'll take care of it
at the customs house.

All right.

You better
get the lead out, Don!

You got a ferry to catch.

Yeah, working on it.

We are five minutes early

and I brought every piece
of paperwork we have.

Bernie's a stickler.

Yeah.

You and Jeff
stay late at Lucky's?

I wish.

I stayed the night at the E.R.
because Dr. Cho called in sick.

Things keep getting in the way
of our dinner plans.

Hmm.

You think it's a sign?

I sure hope not.

[phone rings]

Ah! Speak of the devil.

Hmm!

Hey, we're just
walking up to the gallery now.

I'm a few blocks away,
at the marina.

Are you still
working on your boat?

Not exactly.

But, ironically,

I will be driving the Winchester
delivery van today.

Okay. How'd that happen?

Fate also has a sense of humor,
I guess.

That's weird. It's locked.

[♪♪♪]

Oh, my gosh. Zee, look!

Jeff, one sec.

I have to call you back.

What's wrong?

Someone in the gallery's hurt.

I'm on my way.

How do we get in?

-[grunts]
-[glass shattering]

[alarm blaring]

Is she...?

She's dead.

[sirens wailing]

What's going on?

You okay?

Yeah.

You all right?

Yeah. It's Bernie Orwell.

The gallery manager.

There's a skull fracture.

She has blunt-force trauma.

What are you guys doing here?

We called it in.

I was in the neighborhood.

What happened?

We came to meet with Bernie
this morning.

Um, when we got here,
the door was locked

and we could see her
on the floor,

so I used a chair
to break the glass,

to get inside.

And that's what
triggered the alarm?

Yeah.

We were hoping
we could help her,

but we were way too late.

I mean, it's a rough guess,

but she was probably
killed around midnight.

So this is a homicide?

Yeah.

I'll get forensics down here.

When the EMTs
get her to the morgue,

I'll do an autopsy.

Well, um, in the meantime,

let's take a look around.

[♪♪♪]

Looks like someone
took out the security system,

tried to cover their tracks.

Robbery?

There's a lot of
high-end art in here,

but I don't think
any of it's missing.

Maybe Bernie caught them
in the act.

Possibly.

But whoever it was,

was able to leave
without tripping the alarm.

Somebody who knew
their way around the place.

That's what I'm thinking.

Dad, do you think you can get
any footage from these drives?

Well, I'll put
Officer Davis on it.

He's good,
but I wouldn't hold my breath.

There's a sculpture missing.

It was right here yesterday--
some kind of abstract sailboat.

You think it's connected?

Well, Lila Winchester
said it had been sold,

and Don took deliveries
up to Boston earlier today.

I think you should
talk to Lila, Chief.

You hold on, J.W.

Seems like you're a couple steps
ahead of me on this.

Only by chance.

Yet there you are.

I would really appreciate
your help.

Um, I'll call once I get
the results from the autopsy.

And I'm gonna head out
to Bernie's house

and break the bad news
to her husband,

ask him some questions.

Lila Winchester's place
is on the way.

Why don't you come along?

[chuckles]

Sure.

Why not?

Great.

[♪♪♪]

Bernie?

Murdered?

So it looks like no artwork
was missing from the gallery,

except the abstract sculpture

you said was going
to a buyer in Paris.

Did Don take that piece
to Boston this morning?

No, he-he took another
sculpture from the series.

[wrought] So the original
"Boat into Wind"

would still be in the gallery.

This is looking
more and more like a robbery.

Jeff, do you remember
that woman

who was so adamant
about buying it?

Yeah, I do,

and I already told
the Chief about her.

We're working on
getting a positive I.D.

[Chief] But we don't have
an awful lot to go on.

You sure
you didn't catch her name?

[sighs] No. No. No.

But she wasn't local.

I've lived here 20 years,
I've never seen her.

Lila, who has the security code
for the gallery alarm?

Me, Bernie...

and Don.

But, to be honest,
I haven't changed it

since it was installed,

and I've had a few employees
come and go over the years.

[Chief] Well, I'll need
the names, if you can.

Of course.

When's the last time
you saw Bernie?

Last night.

She was still at the gallery
when I left, around 8:00...

to go to Lucky's,

where I saw you.

Did you talk to her at all
after that?

[realizing] She called.

She called while-- while
Adam and I were having dessert.

Um, she had
a-a billing question.

Uh...

If you could find the time
of that phone call for us...

Uh, 9:24.

We talked for one minute.

So she called
on the landline?

How late did you stay
at Lucky's, approximately?

Uh, I got home around 10:00,

so maybe
I left around 9:40 or so?

Lila, I-I don't
mean to be callous,

but I've heard
that Bernie was...

well, um, that she rubbed people
the wrong way.

She wasn't always
tactful, but...

Point being,

was there anyone
that you can think of

who might want to harm her?

[tearfully]
Not like that, no.

Were the two of you close?

I have the vision,
and she--

she had the business savvy.

We complemented each other.

That's rare and precious.

[sobs] I'm sorry.

It's okay.

Don, it's Jeff Jackson.

Call me back
when you get this.

It's important.

Voicemail.

You know him.

Is he capable of this?

Don's a friend,

but how well do you
ever really know anyone?

Mm.

What I can tell you is,

that if Don wanted
to steal that sculpture,

he could've done it any time.

True.

And why only steal
"Boat Into Wind"?

I mean, there's gotta be

hundreds of thousands
of dollars' worth of artwork

in there,

and the killer
only takes the one piece?

Right.

Well, Officer Davis
is checking out hotels,

trying to run down
our mystery woman.

Let's me and you
go see Derek Orwell.

Chief.

Isn't Derek's place
on your way home?

Yeah.

[♪♪♪]

[doorbell chimes]

It's past 10:00.

You'd think he'd be
wondering where his wife is.

No calls or texts from him
on Bernie's phone.

[bell rings repeatedly]

Chief Madieras?

Derek, uh... you okay?

Yeah. I was just sound asleep.

What, uh,
what can I do for you?

Who's this?

Jeff Jackson.

I'm a friend of the chief's.

Do you mind if we come in?

Uh...

Yeah. Sure.
Uh, come on in.

Murdered?

How?

She was found at the gallery.

The autopsy is underway
right now.

Oh, this isn't happening.
This isn't happening.

[Derek sighs shakily]

Uh, did you have some company
over last night?

No.

Did you go out?

Maybe go by the gallery
to check on Bernie?

A-Am I a suspect?

Derek, these are
standard questions.

You and Bernie were seen
arguing at the Whaler's Club.

Yes, and we planned to talk
about it when she got home.

Th-That's evidence
that I was waiting.

But it didn't strike you as odd
that she never showed up?

It would've been odd
if she had.

She works...

[words catching]

...worked a lot.

[sobbing]

Her job came first.

[weeping]

Always.

Derek...

I know this is hard.

When was the last time
you spoke to her?

Oh...

I don't know.

It's Don Samuels
you should to talk to.

Was there some problem
between them?

Not specifically, no, just--
just a gut feeling. You know?

Well, we'll be sure
to talk to Don.

[phone rings]

That's Zee.

She's ready.

Derek, we're very sorry
for your loss.

Uh, Chief Madieras?

Can, uh, I, uh...

tsk.

Can I see her?

Soon, Derek.

We'll let you know.

[♪♪♪]

[Zee] I was really
looking forward to it,

so I'm really sorry.

Hopefully, we can reschedule
for next week.

Um, anyway, let me know
what works for you.

At least I know

I'm not the only one
getting canceled on.

No, you're still on the hook
for sometime this week.

-Oh.
-That was Eli Leichtner.

How is Dr. Leichtner?

Uh, his voicemail's fine.

We were gonna have lunch,
but that obviously has to wait.

So, what've you got?

The time of death
was between 9:00 and 11:00,

and in addition
to the blow to the head,

there are these bruises
on her arms.

These look like
defensive wounds to me.

[Zee] I agree.

She was definitely
fending someone off.

Look at the shape
of the contusions.

She was hit with an object.

Do you think it might've
been the sculpture?

It could be it's missing
not because it was stolen,

but because
it's the murder weapon.

If I knew what it looked like,
I might be able

to match it to the wounds
more definitively.

We can reach out
to the sculptor.

Did Lila say
it was Carl Kilburn.

[chuckles] Oh, Carl?

-[phone ringing]
-You know him?

He's an islander.

He was a year ahead of me
in school.

Davis?

Well, good work.

Stay there. Yeah.

[Zee and Jeff whispering]

So, our mystery woman

who wanted
to buy "Boat Into Wind"--

she's staying
at the Lantern Post Inn.

Name's Suzanne Dillon.

Did Davis pick her up?

No. She's not there.

He's gonna
stake out the lobby.

But, in the meantime,

why don't Zee and I go visit

her old
Vineyard High School classmate?

Hmm.

It's almost like you're
a detective working this case.

Maybe I just like the company.

Ha.

[chuckles]

Not you, Chief.

Carl!

Hey!

Zee!

-Hey.
-Hey.

[Zee] Ah...

this is, uh, Jeff--

Oh.

Sorry. That's a little better.

-This is Jeff Jackson.
-Oh, hey, how are you?

-Hi.
-Hey.

Wow, it's been
a long time, Zee.

-I know.
-Yeah, what brings you

by my studio?

Well, we were hoping
you had a duplicate

of a sculpture
in the Winchester Galleries.

"Boat into Wind"?

Oh, well, I don't
have a duplicate,

but, um,
it's part of a series, yeah.

It's right up the stairs.

Come on up.

Yeah, don't mind the mess.
It's been pretty busy.

Now, this...
is "Boat into Wind 3."

You guys looking to buy?

Can I ask you what
it's made of?

Hollow-cast aluminum.

It's a two-piece mold

with a hidden seam

that is practically invisible.

It's a new process for me.

Most of my previous sculptures
were solid-cast.

Why the change?

Well, the gallery
has buyers overseas

who wanted a nautical piece,

but needed them
to be lighter in weight.

I made the first two
in the series,

but I think
they got shipped off.

Yeah, Don Samuels
shipped one off earlier today,

but the original...

it's missing.

What's all this about?

I think we have a match.

You gonna tell me
what's going on?

We're consulting for the police
on a homicide.

It looks like one of
your sculptures

was used
to commit a murder.

That's horrifying.

But it's strange that
Bernie didn't give me a call

to tell me that, uh...

What?

Bernie was the victim.

[breath deflates]
What?

[♪♪♪]

Were you two close?

Um...

Lila found me,
but, uh...

...it was because of Bernie
that my career really took off.

Been able to make my living
as an artist, you know?

Yeah, I... I owe her a lot.

I'm so sorry, Carl.

[mouths words]

He seemed to take that
pretty hard.

It's a lot to take in.

So, what's our next move?

I don't know about you,

but I could use
some liquid motivation.

Before 5:00?

Coffee.

Ah!

[♪♪♪]

Thanks, Bob.

Terry Pratchett once wrote,

"Coffee is a way
of stealing time."

So enjoy.

And if you run short of time,

refill is on the house.

Oh, you're both wise
and generous.

Just doing my small part
to help.

Have you two paid a visit
to Carl Kilburn yet?

Why do you ask?

Carl seemed to be a bigger fan
of Bernie than...

well, just about anyone else.

She wasn't exactly
known for her charm.

That's very diplomatic
of you, Zee.

But how'd he take
the news about Bernie?

He was pretty shaken up.

Thought so.

You two making any headway?

We're still looking
for a motive.

Yes. The "why" of it all,
the existential question.

In my experience,

the simplest explanation
is usually the right one.

Jeff Jackson,
the pragmatic philosopher.

[phone rings]

Is that Don?

No. It's, uh, it's your dad.

Should I feel slighted

that he's calling you
instead of me?

I doubt
it's about dinner plans.

What's up, Chief?

I need you guys to come down
to the station.

We're 10 minutes away.
You got something?

Caught up
with our mystery woman.

It's time to get some answers.

[♪♪♪]

Suzanne Dillon,

your driver's license says
you're from Palo Alto.

I run a venture capital firm
in Silicon Valley.

I'm here on vacation.

Any chance you know a guy
named Adam Shearin?

I know he runs Shearin Tech,
but I don't know him personally.

You said
this was about a murder?

Well, I was
at the Winchester Galleries

the day
you offered the owner double

for a particular sculpture.

It's now missing.

We suspect it was
the murder weapon.

That's awful.

Why'd you want it so badly?

I'm impulsive.

Ah.

And I thought
it was undervalued.

Can you tell us
where you were last night

between 9:00 and 11:00?

In my hotel room.

Can anyone verify that?

The front desk.
They brought me my room service.

Do you know Bernie Orwell?

Who's he?

"She" is the gallery manager,

also the woman
who was murdered last night,

with the sculpture you wanted
but couldn't have.

And you think I--

Are you joking?

If I'm being accused
of theft and murder,

I want to talk to an attorney.

Well, that's your right,

but if I could have a look
at your hotel room,

prove you have nothing to hide,

you could save us all
a lot of trouble.

Well, by all means,
let's go to the inn.

Let's get this over with.

All right.

-Good to see you.
-Yeah.

I'll be right with you.

Ms. Dillon, are you okay?

That's a really serious rash
you've got there.

Oh, I'm-- I'm a doctor.

I'm fine, thank you.

It's a side effect of Ramipril.

I take it for blood pressure.

I'll let you know if
I turn up anything at the hotel.

-Okay.
-Right this way, please.

Still no word from Don?

No.

Are you starting to worry?

It's just not like him.

You know, I think maybe
I'll swing by his house.

Why don't I follow you?

I can keep you company
until my shift starts.

-Okay, thanks.
-Yeah.

[♪♪♪]

[phone ringing]

[gunshot fires]

[♪♪♪]

-What're you doing?
-Get down!

What's going on?

Someone just tried to kill me.

[♪♪♪]

This is why Don
hasn't been returning my calls.

He forgot to take his phone
to Boston.

And there's an earlier message
from an "unknown caller,"

just like the one that called
before the shot.

[man's voice]
I know what you did.

Is that... Derek Orwell?

Davis, take this phone,
see if you can

get the service provider
to I.D. that caller.

J.W.

You okay?

It's not the first time
I've been shot at.

Sorry I pulled you
into this.

Don't be.

And at this point,
I'm gonna see it through.

Let me see that bullet.

It's a rifle caliber.

Eight-millimeter--
that's probably why you didn't

see the shooter.

He could've been
200, 300 yards away.

Just waiting for you.

Not me.

Not you?

I was in Don's van,
pulling up to Don's house.

Somebody wanted to kill Don.

And that phone rang
the second I pulled up.

It would've been the perfect way
to pin him to that seat,

and bam.

It makes sense.

[Jeff]
And Chief, did you notice

the gun collection
at Derek Orwell's house?

I did.

Chief?

Cell carrier says the number
belongs to Derek Orwell.

On the money, J.W.

Let's go find him.

All right.

[thumping]

Derek Orwell!
Vineyard PD.

[thumping]

Open up, Derek!
We need to talk.

We should go check around back.

I'm still waiting
for a warrant.

I don't have probable cause!

Well, then you're lucky I don't
officially work for you.

[thumps door]

Open up, Derek!

[♪♪♪]

[clattering]

[grunting, shot fires]

Get off of me!

Take it easy, Derek.

Cops are right behind me.

Let's go!

Ah!

[grunts angrily]

J.W., you all right?

All good.

Derek Orwell,
you're under arrest.

You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will
be used against you.

You all right?

Getting pretty good
at dodging bullets.

[exhales deeply]

[♪♪♪]

Before I ask you any questions,

before you get clammed up
and ask for your lawyer,

why don't you just listen?

Ballistics just matched
the bullets from your Mauser

to the one that we pulled out
of Don Samuels' van.

And not only are
there fingerprints on the gun,

but also on the casing.

From the bullet
that almost took my head off.

You?

I was driving Don's van, Derek.

I guess we're both lucky
you didn't kill me.

Why were you driving his van?

The better question is,
why were you trying to kill Don?

Because he killed my wife!

[Derek sighs]

Why do you say that?

I figured it out
after you guys came by,

then I knew what I had to do.

Whoa, Derek.

Look, do me a favor, okay?

Since you almost killed me?

Start from the beginning.

What makes you think
Don killed Bernie?

[sighs]

For the past couple of months,

she'd been working late
more and more.

[sighing]

Then, at lunch,
it sounded like

she wanted to end things,

so when she wasn't home by 8:30,
I...

I drove down there.

To the Winchester Galleries?

And I saw Don's van
parked in the alley,

and I went in,
I-I heard them arguing.

He was telling her,
he was pleading with her,

telling her
"we're perfect together."

I should've confronted them.

Instead, I went home,

got drunk.

It was only later
that I realized

maybe she was ending it
with him,

not me.

So...

...he killed her.

That's--
That's quite a leap, Derek.

Is it?

Have you talked to Don?

We're having trouble
locating him.

And yet you're driving around
in his van?

What's going on?

What's going on

is we're trying to find out
who killed your wife. Okay?

[♪♪♪]

...And we're charging Derek
with the attempted murder.

But the question is,

had he already succeeded
in killing his wife?

Well, he already lied to us.

So it's possible that...

last night,

Derek was at the gallery,
waiting for Don to leave,

before he went back in
to have it out with Bernie.

Things got heated,
she ends up dead.

Right. Crime of passion,

he starts with Bernie,
and then

-he tries to finish with Don.
-Exactly.

You know what
would really help right now?

I know, talking to Don.

[♪♪♪]

Thanks for the lift.

No worries.

Doctor, medical examiner,

Uber driver...
what can't you do?

Yeah, I'm a woman
of many skills.

[chuckles] Is interior
decorating on the list?

'Cause my walls
are looking pretty sad.

Don't worry.

Britt and I will get
your vintage fishing nets

back to you soon.

Speaking of fish,
you hungry?

I mean, we could
do that dinner now.

Chez Jackson has
a terrific late-night menu.

[chuckles]

Ahh, it's tempting,

but to be honest,
I'm beat.

Yeah, yeah.

We could use our rest.

Yeah.

Raincheck.

Okay. Hey, Jeff?

Are you sure you're all right?

A lot happened today.

I'm just thankful to be alive.

When I heard that shot go off
on Derek's back porch...

You thought
I'd be walking around

with another bullet in me?

[sighs] Not funny.

I was worried about you.

Good.

[snickers]

Night, Zee.

Goodnight, Jeff.

[♪♪♪]

[♪♪♪]

Morning, champ!

Chief.

You're here bright and early.

Guess who we picked up

coming off the first ferry
of the day.

Let me guess.

My good buddy, Don Samuels?

Bingo.

I'm glad he finally turned up.

He's got some explaining to do.

[♪♪♪]

Jeff, what's going on?
Am I in some kind of trouble?

Why don't we start
with what you've been up to

since I saw you last?

Well, I barely
made ferry to Boston.

I made my deliveries,
picked up the centerboard,

went to call the gallery,

and that's when I realized
I left my phone in the van.

You saw how stressed out
I was that morning,

so I decided
to take the night off.

I needed to unplug.

I went to Faneuil Hall,
got a nice steak,

checked into a hotel.

Were you at the gallery
two nights ago, around 9:00?

Yeah.

You with anybody?

Uh, Bernie, why?

We got a witness
who says they saw you two

having a heated discussion.

A witness?
What's this all about?

Let's go talk in the office.

Bernie Orwell was murdered.

Murdered?

What happened between
you and Bernie that night?

Well, this might not
make me look very good.

Uh, Bernie and I
had an argument.

[Chief] Over what?

We were gonna open
our own place,

leave Winchester Galleries.

I was gonna tell you
at the dock the other day,

but she asked me
to keep it under wraps.

Did Lila know?

We didn't want to tell her
until we rented our new space.

So who else knew about this?

Uh, just the realtor,
Jackie Shawl.

What was the cause

of this argument
between you and Bernie?

Well, the new gallery
was Bernie's idea.

She said she was ready
to break out on her own,

but she couldn't
do it financially,

so she sold me
on going in with her.

And I saw it
as an investment in my future.

I took out a second mortgage,
everything was on track,

then, the night before last,
she says she's backing out.

Well, that must've made you
pretty angry, huh?

Getting dumped like that?

Did she hurt you
in any other way?

What are you getting at here,
Chief?

Was anything else

going on between you two
other than business?

Absolutely not.

Who said there was?

Derek Orwell,

after he was arrested
for taking a shot at me

while I was in your van.

What?

Yeah, so think about this
really carefully.

Did you see anybody else

on Thursday
between 9:00 and 11:00 p.m.?

No, just Bernie.

After the fight,
I went straight home.

But when I left,
she was alive.

[♪♪♪]

[Chief] He admits
to being with the victim

around the time of death,

but his alibi's really soft.

You know him better
than I do, J.W.

What do you think?

I think
our local investigative reporter

has been dabbling
in real estate.

-Jackie Shawl?
-Yeah.

I'm gonna go talk to her,

see if she can
corroborate Don's story.

All right,
and I'll get in touch

if we find
that missing sculpture

either when we search his home
or the shipping office.

[Jeff] Sounds good.

Hey. Did I miss something?

I'll tell you on the way.
Can you drive?

My car's still
at the ferry terminal.

Sure. Where are we going?

To chat with
one of your favorite people.

[♪♪♪]

Thanks for meeting us.

No problem.

Can you confirm that
Bernie Orwell and Don Samuels

were real-estate clients
of yours?

Uh, they were,
until the other day.

Bernie called me
the afternoon she was killed

and told me
that Don was pulling out.

Anyway, I asked her
if that meant

that we were no longer
looking for property anymore,

and she said no,
she could handle it herself.

Did she mention anything
about another partner?

Nope, and I didn't ask.

You're usually so inquisitive.

I wear many hats,
not unlike yourself.

Now, putting
my reporter hat back on--

what can you tell me about
this murder investigation?

Bernie's husband thinks

that she and Don
were having an affair.

Have you talked
to Carl Kilburn?

Why do you ask?

The other day,
I was showing Bernie

a property in Oak Bluffs,
near the hardware store,

and while we were
pulling into the parking lot,

Carl was coming out.

Bernie ducked out of sight

and asked if we could wait
until he was gone.

That's strange.
You ask her why?

I was wearing my realtor hat.

[♪♪♪]

All right. Thanks, Chief.

We'll let you know what we find.

So Davis took a look
at Bernie's phone records.

The number of calls
between Bernie and Carl

tripled over the last couple
of billing cycles.

I mean, they were talking
nearly every day.

And that coincides
with the timeframe

Derek suspected
she was having an affair.

Derek may have been right,

but he was
suspecting the wrong guy.

And get this,

last call was made by Bernie
to Carl

at 8:30 p.m.,
the night she died.

Okay, so, if we believe Jackie,

Bernie was definitely
trying to avoid Carl,

so, if they were
having an affair...

Sounds like
the honeymoon was over.

You know, why don't we talk
to Lila again,

see if she can't fill in
the details?

Yeah.

You gonna drive?

It's my car.

Hop in.

[chuckles]

[Lila] Zee. Jeff.

Uh, is there news?

Not much, but we were hoping
we could talk.

Of course.
Would you like some ice tea?

No. Thanks.

Adam and I were just discussing
the final touches

for his summer cottage.

That's a nice way of saying

she's trying to sell me
another piece.

Ahh. Well, our apologies
for interrupting.

We shouldn't take long.

Ah. No trouble.

In fact,
we were just about through.

I'll call you
later this afternoon.

Sounds good.

Oh. Lila says that you two
are working with the police

on this whole
terrible situation.

Any updates?

We're not at liberty
to discuss that just yet.

Right. Well, best of luck.

Take care, Lila.

You too.

Did we just ruin a big sale?

No. Oh, not at all.

With buyers like Adam,

it's a long and patient process
of cultivating their taste,

building trust.

Please, sit.

Um, so, Lila...

we know you were close
with Bernie.

Was she having an affair
with Carl Kilburn?

That's a personal matter.

Lila, now, I think
we're past worrying

about social graces,
don't you?

Of course. Of course.
Forgive me.

Um, the answer is yes.

She and Carl were involved.

You know, you really
should've told us that

when the Chief and I
first talked to you.

I'm sorry. I-I was just trying
to protect Bernie's privacy.

And-and Carl and Derek.

I reached out
to Derek yesterday,

but I haven't heard back.

That might be
because he's in a jail cell.

You don't mean he's the one
who's responsible for--?

We aren't sure if he's the one
who killed his wife,

but he definitely
tried to kill Jeff.

What?

Well, technically,
he tried to kill Don Samuels.

I don't understand.

Derek knew
Bernie was having an affair,

but he thought
it was with Don.

Oh, my goodness.
I am so sorry.

I should have said something.
Jeff, I'm so sorry.

Bernie and Carl.
How long was that going on?

Uh, just a few months,
but it wasn't gonna last.

Bernie told me the other day

that she was gonna
end things with him.

The affair,

and us carrying his work
at the gallery.

How did you feel about that?

I didn't like it, but...

we have many artists.

There was only one Bernie.

So Carl
was losing a relationship

and a source of income.

Sounds like
a double motive to me.

[footsteps approaching]

Carl.

Oh, you're back.

I was just finishing
"Boat Into Wind 4."

Carl, why didn't you tell us

you were involved
with Bernie Orwell?

Who told you that?

[Jeff]
What difference does it make?

You're not denying it.

No. But it's not
any of your business.

She called you
Thursday night at 8:30.

Did you meet her
at the gallery?

[♪♪♪]

Carl, come on.

If you don't
have anything to hide,

just be straight with us.

Fine.

Yeah. Yeah, she called me.

[Bernie, on voicemail]
Carl, it's me.

We need to talk.

Uh, call me back when you can.

I was working,
running heavy machinery.

I didn't even know she called
until a lot later,

and I didn't call her back

because I didn't want
to talk on the phone.

Why not?

I had a feeling
she wanted to end it.

So then did you
go to the gallery?

No. No, I went back to work
and knocked off around 11:00.

[Jeff] Is that right?

Okay.

Thanks, Carl.

Oh, hey.

Who'd you make
that sculpture for?

Lila asked me to replace
the one that was stolen.

Huh.

[♪♪♪]

All right, let's run through
our suspects.

There's Don.

Now, his motive would be

Bernie cutting him
out of a new gallery,

and leaving him high and dry.

There's Derek and Carl,

both jilted,
fallout from the affair.

Then there's Suzanne.

And her strange interest

in Carl's sculpture,
"Boat into Wind."

Ironic.

We still don't have
a murder weapon.

You up for
a little dumpster diving?

What?
I'm not dressed for that.

I think you look great.

[Zee laughs]

Leaving out the back door
makes a lot more sense.

It's way too easy to be spotted
exiting the front.

You're scared,

someone could come around
the corner at any second,

you want to get away,

and blend in with the crowd
on the street.

[Zee] People are gonna notice

someone carrying
a sailboat sculpture.

Yeah.

You know the difference
between a successful criminal

and the ones who get caught?

Keeping your cool.

You don't want to hang on
to proof of your guilt,

so you hide the evidence.

-Ah...
-Come back to the scene

when the investigation's
died down.

Right.
And wouldn't you know it,

not a dumpster in sight.

[both chuckling]

What?

[♪♪♪]

Bingo.

[grunts]

The murder weapon!

And maybe more.

[sighing]

So they take the sculpture,
and then they leave it behind.

Yeah, and it's been
completely ripped open.

Why?

You know, there was
a case back in Boston

where some counterfeiters
were moving cash

by stuffing it into
ceramic busts of Paul Revere.

Moved them right through
the gift shops.

So someone's using Carl's art
for smuggling?

And this isn't
the first piece of Carl's

the Winchester Galleries
has shipped out.

I mean, Lila said Don took
another "Boat Into Wind"

to Boston yesterday.

You think it's shipped already?

I can find out.

[line ringing]

[phone ringing]

Jeff, what's up?

Don, you got a minute?

Whatever you need.

That sculpture

you brought to Boston
yesterday--

"Boat Into Wind 2."

You have

the shipping information on it?

Uh, yeah, but it's all
pretty standard stuff--

high-value sea freight.

Shipping out of...

Boston, Mass.

Shipping to...

Shenzhen, China.

Wait. China?

Yeah.

The recipient is a...
"Jinghua Jishu."

Do you know
if that's left already?

No, it's at a customs house
on Conley Wharf.

Due to ship out
by end of day tomorrow.

Great. Thanks, Don.

No problem.

[♪♪♪]

Thanks, Andy.

We'll meet you there at 2:00.

Okay, so Andy Lau's
gonna get a warrant

and secure the package for us
at the warehouse in Boston.

Hey, listen.

Why don't you
come with me tomorrow?

To Boston?

Yeah.

You know, it seems like

the only time
we can get together

is when we're working a case.

Sure. Yeah.
Boston sounds great.

Great.

Okay, I'll see you tomorrow.

See you then.

Okay.

[door shuts]

[footsteps approaching]

Hi, Lila.

Oh! Zee, Jeff.

Can I get you two
some coffee?

No, uh, we just had
a quick question.

You said that
the "Boat Into Wind" sculptures

were going to Paris, right?

Yes, why?

Well, Don had
a different address

on his shipping form.

Well, Bernie
was in charge of that,

but she told me Paris.

Did she tell you anything else?
Like the name of the buyer?

Oh, it was a corporate buyer.
Um...

[Jeff] Was it a Chinese name?

No, no, it was--
it was French.

[Jeff] Hmm.

Maybe they changed their minds
and Bernie found a new buyer?

Maybe.

Okay. Thanks, Lila.

Of course. I'm sorry
I couldn't be more help.

[Zee] It's all right.

What do you think?

Something doesn't feel
right about it...

but we have a ferry to catch.

[♪♪♪]

[both laughing]

Andy.

Jeff! Good to see you, man.

You too.

And you must be the doctor.

Zee Madieras. Hi.

Andy Lau.

Happy to hear you're keeping
an eye on Jackson here.

You know, he's always been
a bit of a wild card.

Oh, I know.

Whoa! Hey, now! Before you two
start swapping war stories,

as promised...

But he is reliable.

Any progress on those files
I asked you to look into?

Right.

So I'm gonna go into
the customs house

and pull that package.

In the meantime,

you can keep
an eye on my crabs...

...and you didn't get those
from me.

Thanks, Andy.

Okay.

[♪♪♪]

Anything?

No, all these guys
were in custody

or have rock-solid alibis
the night I was shot.

So, no leads.

Got it just in time.

I knew you'd come through.

You want to open it?

No, we should do that
on the Vineyard with the Chief--

you know, chain of custody
and all that.

Speaking of which,
here's the transfer documents.

Anything in those files
I didn't see?

Nah.

Sorry. I'll keep looking.

I know you will.

It's always good
to see you, Jeff,

and a pleasure
to meet you, too, Doc.

You can call me Zee.

And hopefully, I'll see you
around the Vineyard sometime.

Careful.
I might take you up on that.

[both chuckling]

Thanks, Andy.

You still own me a beer, Jeff.

[Jeff] You got it.

[♪♪♪]

Here you go.

Thank you.

Amazing.

Mm.

I've always loved this view.

Actually, I'm thinking about

that "nickel tour" of Boston
you gave me.

[both chuckling]

You know,
I used to love that town.

Mm.

Now it's kind of bittersweet.

You know?

I can only imagine.

I'm sorry it didn't work out
for you on the other front.

Well, very few things
wrap up neatly,

the way you'd want them to.

Mm.

Yeah.

If you ever want to talk
about that night,

you can talk to me.

Yeah, it's not really
a story I like to tell.

I know.

[♪♪♪]

I was chasing .38 Special
for, uh... too long.

So I put the word out
to every informant I knew.

But you'd been told
to drop the case.

Yeah, but you know me.

I never listen.

So when I got a lead

that he was meeting a contact
for a new bank job,

I thought...

"this is our chance
to finally take him down."

[chuckles softly]

Kelly, he was, uh,
he was laughing at me.

You know, he thought
we were on a wild goose chase

and I was being played.

But he backed me up...

like a good partner.

He followed me
into that warehouse.

[♪♪♪]

He never would've been there
if I just let it go.

It wasn't long before
we were in the soup.

I swear,

I could smell trouble coming.

[♪♪♪]

I was looking right at him
when he went down.

[shot fires]

[♪♪♪]

I watched it happen...

like it was in slow motion.

Kelly!

I returned fire...

pulled Kelly to safety.

Yeah, you did
everything you could.

No.

No, I could've done a lot more.

But I got hit.

[cries out]

[thud]

And suddenly,
everything went so quiet.

[clinking]

[quiet gasp]

What is it?

I heard something--

[stammers] ...a noise,

a-a-- a bullet casing
hitting the ground,

you know,
right after I was hit,

before I took down
.38 Special.

[grunting and firing]

[gun hits ground]

Like, a bullet,
like the .9-millimeter

that's in your back?

The second shooter.

If you heard a casing
hit the ground,

wouldn't forensics
have found it?

They should have,
unless...

[♪♪♪]

...unless the shooter
took it with them.

Who would do that?

Someone who knew

what would happen
when forensics arrived.

You know, someone-- someone
with the presence of mind

to erase any evidence of them
being there that night.

So whoever shot you is not
some low-level criminal

who would've been
in Andy's files.

No, no, no, no. He was--
he was smart, professional.

There's more to this.

Something bigger.

And whoever shot me...

they were trying
to protect it.

[♪♪♪]

[Chief]
Forensics found no fingerprints

on that sculpture
you brought back from Boston.

That thing was wiped clean.

But they did find
something hidden inside.

It's not a bomb,

but, as of now,
we don't know what it is.

Transfusion tips,

fluid-exchange pump,

filter chamber...

this is a portable
dialysis machine.

It's just like the one
Eli is working on

for the last year.

This has to be his.

Was he trying to smuggle it
out of the country

for foreign production, or?

No! He wanted to make it
available publicly,

so anyone could manufacture it.

Dad, we have to go to Eli's
right now.

[siren wailing]

[♪♪♪]

-Eli!
-[pounds on door]

Doesn't look like

he's grabbed his mail
in a few days.

Eli!

Honey.

His workshop is upstairs.

Zee. Slow down.

Eli!

[♪♪♪]

Chief.

Looks like there was a struggle.

[♪♪♪]

Oh!

[gasping deeply]

[♪♪♪]

[Jeff] I'm so sorry.

Sorry, sweetheart.

[♪♪♪]

I found something in here
you should see.

Look what's inside.

[Zee] "Suzanne Dillon."

Yep.

Your handwriting?

Yes, that's my handwriting.

So you know Eli Leichtner?

Has he made
a complaint about me?

[Jeff] And what would
he have to complain about?

Suzanne, Dr. Eli Leichtner
is dead.

[Zee]
Eli would've complained

about the pressure
you were putting on him

to get access to
his portable dialysis machines.

And not just for your company.

For you.

The drug she told you she's on--
Ramipril?

It treats high blood pressure,

but it also treats
renal failure.

You seem pretty itchy...

That would indicate
high phosphorous levels,

which is a common side-effect
of dialysis.

My venture-capital firm

is constantly searching
for tech innovations.

That's how I heard of Eli.

I'm not a candidate
for a kidney transplant.

I flew here to meet with Eli,

to convince him
to sell us the device

so I could
fast-track production.

We met at my hotel on Monday,
but...

he refused.

Because he wanted to make it
available to everyone for free.

That's right.

So I told him
I would stay here for the week,

in the hopes that
he would change his mind.

And what about the sculpture?

What about it?

Well, that day at the gallery,

you thought
Eli's machine was inside.

Why didn't you tell us this
when we first brought you in?

Why do you think?
Bernie Orwell had been murdered.

I was afraid for my life.

What made you think the device
was hidden in that sculpture?

I knew the device was in
one of Carl Kilburn's pieces,

but not which one,

so I thought
I'd buy them all.

And who told you
where to find it?

I have a contact in Shenzhen

who has an "in"
with the black market.

He learned of a company
that was paying off

the customs people

to pass through shipments

coming in
from the Winchester Galleries.

But why assume
it was Eli's device?

The company is called
"Jinghua Jishu."

That translates
to "purification technology."

[♪♪♪]

Gotcha!

Jinghua Jishu is a subsidiary
of none other than Shearin Tech,

Palo Alto, California.

How'd you figure that out?

Well, my Mandarin's not great,
but your translator app is.

I figure any company
that imports from the U.S.

has got to be registered.

So I punch in "Jinghua Jishu"
and, badda-bing,

badda-boom.

Gotta love the Internet.

I think Adam Shearin
owes us some answers.

[♪♪♪]

[knocking]

Adam Shearin?
Vineyard PD.

[knocking]

[♪♪♪]

Hey, Chief.

[♪♪♪]

Lila?

-[bottles clatter]
-[Lila gasps]

Oh, you scared me.
[forced chuckle]

[Jeff]
What are you doing down here?

Oh, I'm just cleaning up.

I want to get a cover
on the boat for Adam.

[Chief] Where is Adam?

Oh, he left
about an hour ago.

Uh... poor guy.

He had some kind
of business emergency.

He barely had time to pack,
and hopped in a taxi,

and asked me
if I could button up his boat,

which I was happy to do.

I'm gonna call this in,

get some officers
out to the airport.

Yeah, it's probably
a good idea.

Is something wrong?

Lila, we think that Adam
is connected to a murder.

No. No, that's not possible.

You don't mean Bernie?

Eli Leichtner.

Eli Leichtner?

[Jeff] You knew him?

No. But...

[♪♪♪]

I found this
under some life preservers.

I didn't recognize it.

That's Eli's.

This places Adam Shearin
at the scene.

Well, he didn't get on a plane.

No sign of him at the airport.

Eli Leichtner's.

Looks like our killer's
on the run.

[♪♪♪]

Shearin must've heard

we pulled the shipment
from the customs house.

And he knew we'd
find the dialysis machine

and trace it back to Eli.

So this has all been
about that device?

Look at these emails.

Adam was hounding Eli for weeks
about selling him the patent.

But why would Adam kill Bernie?

Well, Bernie told Don,
and Jackie,

that she didn't need
Don's half of the money

for their gallery venture.

So you're thinking maybe Adam
was her new silent partner?

Not a partner.

Bernie knew about the smuggling.

She wanted to open
her own gallery.

So maybe she tried
to squeeze Adam for the money

in order to keep quiet.

And instead, he killed her.

Well, I've already issued
an APB,

so he's not gonna get far.

Shearin's options are limited.

When he turns up,
we'll get him.

Good.

We'll get this wrapped up.

And I gotta say,

thank you both.

We couldn't have done it
without you.

You got it, Chief.

[♪♪♪]

[Zee] Is something
bothering you?

Why leave it behind?
Why not take it with you?

What?

Eli's computer.
His papers.

[Bob] Two lattes.

Thanks, Bob.

You seriously make
the best lattes.

What's your secret?

Zee, to tell you that
would violate the barista code.

-Really?
-I've already said too much.

[chuckles]

How'd he know the code?

The barista code?

No, the security code
at the gallery.

How did Adam know it?

Well,
Bernie would've let him in.

But the alarm went off

when you broke the glass
on the door,

and the last person
to leave the gallery

must've reset the alarm.

After Bernie was dead.

[Jeff] And the lipstick--

on the glass,
on Adam's boat.

I mean, if he was
in such a hurry,

why would he take time
to share drinks with Lila?

Come on!

[♪♪♪]

[banging on door]

Jeff. Zee.

[Zee]
Lila, do you have a minute?

Well, I'm actually really--

Won't take long.

Of course.

You going on a trip?

Oh, uh, my sister's
in San Francisco.

After Bernie,

I really need
a change of scenery.

It's kind of last-minute
for a flight, isn't it?

I'm flying private.

That's not cheap.

But does price really matter
when you're on the run?

Excuse me?

Adam Shearin never made it
to the airport.

What?

But you knew that.

Because you killed him.

And Bernie, too.

[huffs] How dare you?

[Zee] It started
with the prototype

for the portable
dialysis machine,

built by my dear friend, Eli.

It was a revolutionary
piece of technology

that would save
countless lives,

and Adam Shearin
decided to kill for it,

because Eli was going
to give it away for free.

[♪♪♪]

Adam murdered
a kind and generous man

just so you could
make a profit.

Who would lead you
to believe such a thing?

Actually, it was Bernie
who pointed the way.

She was a stickler for detail.

[♪♪♪]

She noticed

that you'd changed
the shipping address

for the "Boat into Wind"
sculptures

from Paris to Shenzhen.

She knew Carl's work well,

so she suspected
something was off,

and realized that one
"Boat into Wind" sculpture

was heavier than the other.

You see, Bernie was planning
to open a new gallery with Don,

but that night,
before she was murdered,

she suddenly told him

that she was backing out
of the deal.

[Zee] She didn't need
his financing anymore,

because she had
a new source of income.

You.

You see, you told us
that she called at 9:24

with a "billing question."

But the real question was,

how much she was gonna
bill you and Adam

to keep quiet.

So you hurried
back to the gallery.

Maybe you thought you could
talk your way out of it.

But Bernie...
was Bernie.

[indistinct shouting]

She asked too many questions
you didn't want to answer.

It got physical...

Take your hands off it!

-[gasps]
- ...And she ended up dead.

[Zee] Which is when
you called Adam.

[♪♪♪]

[Jeff] He destroyed
the security hard drive

to cover your tracks.

[♪♪♪]

[pounding]

And, together,
you removed Eli's device

from the now-damaged sculpture,

where you'd kept it hidden.

[Zee] Then you wrapped
the murder weapon

and dumped it close by,

thinking
you'd dispose of it later.

[Jeff] And then you went
to your warehouse

and moved Eli's machine
into the second sculpture,

which you knew Don was shipping
the next morning.

[♪♪♪]

You see, with Bernie dead,
your timetable was accelerated.

What I suspect
was supposed to be a dry-run

to test out the smuggling plan,

instead became the real thing.

But with millions on the line,

and two murders in your wake,

it was a risk worth taking.

You make us sound like
a regular Bonnie and Clyde.

But your theory falls apart.

Why would I kill Adam?

Well, you were
in it together...

until we came by

to ask about
the shipping address.

Hi, Lila.

[clink]

[both laughing]

[indistinct exchange]

[Jeff] When you realized
we were getting too close,

you decided
to make him the fall guy.

[♪♪♪]

After you made Adam disappear,

we caught you covering it up...

Oh, you scared me.

...and you handed us
our obvious killer.

This is all just speculation.

I haven't heard anything yet

that proves
that I'm even a small part

of this whole sordid affair.

Well, it's funny
you should say that,

because it's exactly
one small detail

that gave you away.

An unconscious habit

that you probably
weren't even aware of.

[Zee]
When you left the gallery...

[Jeff] ...You punched
in the security code

and set the alarm.

But Adam didn't know the code.

That was your mistake.

So you say.

But these things are actually
determined in a court of law.

Yes, they are.

Then you won't mind
if I call my attorney.

Stay out of my way!

Lila,

don't make things
worse for yourself.

The way you've laid it out,
I don't think they can be worse.

Just put down the gun

and tell us your side
of the story.

It wasn't supposed
to be like this.

It wasn't.

Adam told me--
he promised me--

he had taken care of everything,

and then, suddenly, he...

he said that Eli was dead...

[choking up]
...and I was an accomplice.

And then you felt like
there was nowhere else to turn.

And I knew
Bernie was gonna leave me,

and I...

I needed her
far more than she needed me,

and over the years,

I'd really
come to hate her for that.

And it was a crime of passion.

A judge is gonna hear that.

Bernie didn't deserve
what I did to her...

but Adam did,
and I am getting on that plane.

Now get out of my way!

Lila, think about it.

Okay? Where are you
going to run to?

[Zee] Right, you get
to the airport, then what?

Stop!

[sirens approaching]

[Zee] Lila, shooting us
isn't gonna save you.

It's over.

[sobbing]

Just put the gun down.

[sobs]

[gun hits floor]

[sirens wailing in distance]

I am so sorry about Eli.

Well, you'll have a long time
to think about that.

[♪♪♪]

Well, nice work, you two,

except for the part

where you didn't wait
for me to get here.

Things were moving
pretty fast, Chief.

At least we called.

Coast Guard found a body
over by King's Beach.

The description sounded like
a match for Adam Shearin.

Well, I guess
you reap what you sow.

Let's get outta here.

Let's do it.

So, thanks again for dinner.

The lobster special at Lucky's
never disappoints.

And I think we've finally
put fate in its place.

[chuckles]

So is there any reason

you wanted to go
for an after-dinner stroll

on this particular pier?

No. No.

Though it does bring back
some fond memories

of one particular night,

after one particular
high-school party.

And one particularly
sweet kiss.

Well, I'm glad
you feel that way,

because I just shut my eyes
and hoped for the best.

[laughs]

Yeah, I'm sure.

Um, Britt said
that the auction went great,

and we'll get your nets
back to you tomorrow.

That's, uh, that's terrific.

Yeah. And, as a thank-you,

I got you a painting
at the auction.

As far as good causes go,

it kills two birds
with one stone,

because that empty wall
in your living room

is pretty sad.

Yeah.

I... I don't know what to say.

Say thank you.

[♪♪♪]

Thanks.

[♪♪♪]

You're welcome.

[both laughing]

[♪♪♪]