"Oh!" "Just letting you know, if we die, I blame you." "I know." "None of this would have happened if you'd just gone to the movies like I told you." "Yeah, if I'd gone to the movies, you'd be in jail right now." "Jail is a big improvement on my current prospect of soon to be murdered." "5x10 The Frame-Up Job" "Oh, hey." "I just heard from the others." "They're gonna stay in D.C." "I know." "Parker texted me." "I mean, for the next two days, leverage consulting is closed." "No work, no cases." "How will we pass that time?" "With murder." "Portland film noir festival?" "I know how you love a murder mystery." "There are five of them." ""Mystery street," 1950?" "Nobody shows "mystery street." I mean, it's incredible." "It's the first mainstream movie that shows forensic science in murder investigations." "The entire plot hinges on this, uh, forensic anthropology slide show." "Unh-unh!" "Spoilers." "What?" "One ticket?" "It's one ticket." "Well, darling, I'm sorry." "I can't join you." "My theater is a wreck." "I've got to sort out the rehearsal schedule," "I've got a guy coming over to look at the lighting..." "Wait, so you're not gonna..." "I know." "I'm gonna be slaving away in a dusty, old theater while you sit back and relax and watch alcoholic, repressed insurance cops harassing tragically misunderstood femme fatales." "Mwah." "You're not supposed to root for the criminals." "Always root for the home team." "Mwah!" "Thank you." "I'm afraid most of the artwork has already been sold." "I'm sorry, Miss, um..." "Collins." "From the London museum of art." "No, no, no." "You misunderstand." "We're not looking to acquire any work." "I just want to view these incredible paintings." "Oh." "I know." "I've been curating Mr. Gault's collection here at the house since I was in grad school." "Jonas made my career." "Seeing this collection broken up just weeks after his death is..." "I know." "Why would the family do that?" "Liar!" "Jonas wanted me to live in the guest house!" "He's gone, and I want you gone, as well." "Come on." "I want you out..." "His daughter can't cash the checks fast enough." "Bit of a lush, I see." "Actually, that's his fourth ex-wife." "His daughter's the one in the suit." "Could you, um, pardon me, please?" "Excuse me." "I'm sorry." "I know this sounds cheesy, but have I met you before?" "Oh, no, I don't think so." "Um, lady Covington-Smythe." "Charmed." "Woodman Gault." "Oh, Jonas' son." "Oh, I'm..." "I'm sorry to hear of your loss." "He was sick for a long time, but at least we got close over the last year." "Well, a father and son should leave nothing unsaid at the end." "Ah." "Thank you." "Ah, you're very kind." "With the mister tragically passed," "I have little else to do, madam." "I prefer to serve." "That's Paolo, my dad's manservant for 20 years." "Manservant?" "Yeah." "Do you know I am sure I've met you somewhere." "Mnh-mnh." "Mnh-mnh." "I doubt that." "Um..." "Her ladyship dealt with your father's overseas division." "Huh." "Well, I better be, uh..." "Of course." "You think you're so clever." "I deduced your location at a random event within 100-mile radius in under 20 minutes." "I've had worse mornings." "Is this a, um, German Riesling?" "New Zealand." " How did you find me, exactly?" " Why did you lie to me?" "Oh, it's just like old times, isn't it?" "Me in the dress and up to my neck in easy marks and valuable art, and you show up, all serious." "There is a distinct lack in you telling me why you lied to me in that last speech." " Now, why is a grifter and art thief..." " Ex-art thief." "At a high-end art auction?" "Asks the insurance cop." "Ex-insurance investigator." "Still stalling." "It's a personal thing." "I..." "I'm a fan of his work." "Jonas Gault, the tycoon?" "The artist, Jean Mettier, the greatest artist of the French retro school, his brief career tragically cut short with his death in 1989." "Since that tragedy," "Jonas Gault painstakingly assembled the single greatest collection of Mettier in the world." "Thanks to his daughter," "Fiona, the new C.E.O. of Gault instruments, and the hard work of the Gault family lawyer," "Mr. Reinhold Shecter, we can now share this collection with other discerning art aficionados." "There." "I'm just a big fan of Mettier." "Where else could I have seen so much of his work?" "That's all." "But the auction's over." "And they're just gonna announce who bought what, so we should..." "Huh?" "That's all?" "That's all." "Of course, that's not all." "What's left is ma mystère." "Would those of you who have purchased a special pass, please join us in the vault anteroom." "Oh, God." "Honey, where's your ticket?" "I had it." "It was in my pocket." "Tickets?" "Here you are." "So, ma mystère." "Jean Mettier's legendary first painting, and there are no pictures of it, no reproductions." "It's never been sold or exhibited." "He... he described it once as his inspiration." "He wrote that it belonged to no one but him." "Hmm." "And you're here to steal it?" "No, I just... it's personal." "You won't give up any of your secrets still, huh?" "How did you find me?" "My father acquired the painting after Mettier's death and honored the artist's wishes." "Frankly, I would have put in a ticket booth and charged admission." "But for over 20 years, my father kept ma mystère locked in this vault, where he and only he would come down and look at it every day." "And now, our family lawyer, Mr. Shecter, will open the vault, and you will be the first to see what inspired a genius." "Oh, my God." "Ma mystère's been stolen." "Ma mystère's been stolen." "Well, I'll be buggered." "A world-famous painting goes missing." "And, oh, look, there's a world-famous art thief happens to be on the premises." "Ex-art thief." "And I didn't do anything." "I was standing right next to you, and I barely believe that." " But if somebody like..." "Hello, Nate." "Sterling." "Give us back the painting and save yourself a lot of bother, Ms..." "Still going by Developer?" "Still a pompous ass?" "Charming." "Sterling... what?" "You're Interpol." "You don't have the authority to do any of this." "Art theft, as you know, is an $8 billion-a-year business used to fund racketeering and terrorism." "My new department at interpol, which I created..." "Congratulations." "We should have sent a card." "We should have." "Intends to choke off the money at the source." "The Gault collection is a high-profile target." "And here we have the most valuable piece in that collection gone missing and my favorite art thief on the premises." "Ex-art thief." "Ex-art thief!" "Why does nobody take that seriously?" "Well, I mean, because..." "You know, sometimes a coincidence is just a coincidence." "Not where Annie Kroy A.K.A. Felicity Shaw" "A.K.A. Indira McCallister A.K.A. Sophie Devereaux is concerned." "Oh, wait." "Hold on." "Excuse me." " Indira McCallister?" "Seriously?" " Hmm?" "What?" "How come I don't know that..." "I know all of the aliases." "Darling, nobody knows all of them, not even me." "Excuse me." "Huh?" "Yeah." "Huh?" "Can we get back on point?" "Oh." "Yeah, yeah, yeah." "Sure." "The painting, ma mystère, valued at 5 million euro, missing." "Oh." "Well, look, I couldn't hide a cocktail napkin in this dress, let alone a painting, so..." "Which, by the way, looks just amazing on you." "Thank you." "I got it in Paris when we went on that little..." "Obviously, you don't have it on you and you didn't have time to get it off the grounds." "So, where is it?" "Sterling, the thing about it is, is that you don't have evidence on either one of us about this." "I mean, I know that must be very annoying... you're right." "I don't have the proof... yet." "But I can keep you here..." "Right here..." "Until I do get the proof." "Oh, hands." "Grabby." "They're very grabby." "Sterling, you owe me." "Yes, I do." "That's why I'm bothering to gather evidence before I send you to our secret prison." "Huh?" "Huh?" "What?" "Agents." "What'd he say?" "I hate that man." "I don't know how you were ever partners with him." "Well, he's funny in his own kind of way." "Oh, yeah." "Hilarious." "That crack about secret prison." "Oh, no, he was serious about that." "This is all your fault, Nate." "You couldn't just leave well enough alone." "Oh, no, no, no, no." ""I'm Nate Ford." ""Something going on that doesn't involve me." "I can't have that!"" ""Going on"?" "What's going on?" "If you're gonna use your sexy voice, you can take these." "You're on his side." "You think I stole it." "A snatch from a vault with no exit, no prep?" "I'd never be such an amateur." "Oh, and stealing would be wrong." "Now, the only way we're gonna get Sterling off your back is to give him the painting." "Which, because I did not steal it, I do not have." "Well, then we find out who does, and we hand him over." "I know that gentleman upstairs questioning everyone is interpol." "But you're undercover interpol?" "Well, of course we are." "Who else would we be?" "I mean, if we were the thieves, do you really think we'd be hanging around here?" "Of course." "Tell us about the security on the painting." "The keypad opens the vault door." "Here's also an rfid tag on ma mystère itself." "Moving the painting should have triggered the alarm." "And is there a way to deactivate the system?" "Jonas gave me the code." "I was the only one he trusted." "But I only used it moments before bringing people down to the vault." "Oh, so we would have seen someone" " trying to steal the painting then." " Yes." "Now, with the painting gone, who gets the insurance settlement?" "Woodman was disowned years ago, so Fiona and Eleanor would split it." "I already told the interpol man upstairs that." "Yes, of course." "Thank you so much." "We'll take it from here." "Yeah." "Thank you for your cooperation." "Thank you so much." "Could you just drop that off?" "Thank you." "Thank you." "You do know that he's going straight up to talk to Sterling, don't you?" "This is a two-tiered Glen-Reeder 2700 museum-quality alarm." "It would take two days to crack." "Some of the keys are worn." "Ah, combination." "Same keys used over and over." "Listen, you do know that this isn't about you taking Sterling's side, don't you?" "I'm not taking anyone's sides, especially not Sterling's." "Now, listen, he..." "Shecter..." "spilled a drink upstairs, and his hand when he just shook it, sticky." "Give me the..." "give me the works." "Okay." "You think I'm lying." "Well, you did lie to me." "About the auction." "I just thought you'd find the whole thing rather boring." "Yeah, and it turned out to be a quiet event, didn't it?" "Hmm." "What do you see?" "Someone who can't turn their brain off." "Stop thinking just for a second and feel." "Trust me." "No, no." "Come here." "Look." "On the keys, what do you see?" "Oh." "Um... fingerprints." "Yeah." "But not on the keys that are worn." "Yeah, now, you know, Shecter entered the combination." "It was a different combination than Jonas Gault had been using for the last 20 years." "Someone changed the code." "Someone changed the code." "Now, Jonas Gault is the only one who had access to the combination, so, clearly, he changed the combination before he died." "And..." "I would so much love to trust you, but you make it so hard because you're still hiding something." "And I know you're just trying to charm me into, uh, telling you how I found you." "Mnh-mnh." "No." "That's not how it..." "Oh, yes, yes, yes, yes." "Wait." "How did you find me?" "How did you find me?" "Nothing's been touched since Mr. Gault... you know." "I'll always remember the time he sent me 500 red roses and a troupe of balladeers for my sweet 16." "That was the mister." "Romantic heart, but weak in the end." "Thank you so much for allowing us this time to commune with whatever bits of his spirit may still be lingering." "Of course." "Manservant?" "Right?" "What are we looking for?" "Glasses are on the wrong side of the bed." "Huh." "Right." "Reading lamp there, books there." "What was he reading on this side?" "Uh, last job would be in the buffer." "Hit "print."" "Hmm." "Alarm-company printout of the times that the vault was accessed." "Yeah." "The first ones are at regular intervals." "Gault's daily visits." "Right." "But on the day that he died, there are six entries and exits all clustered together." "Okay, well, that wasn't him, not with that Walker." "Something makes Jonas Gault suspicious." "He calls up the vault entries and sees that someone's been going in and out." "So he changes the alarm code." "And then conveniently dies." "This isn't just an art theft." " It's murder." " It's murder." "Oh." "Sterling." "Good, come on." "Is this an escape?" "'Cause if it is, you're very bad at it." "Gault was murdered by the same person who stole that painting." "Sophie murdered Jonas Gault?" "Gault was on a fistful of medications." "Nazaprine, Achnofoline for his heart and Miridium for blood thinners." "Look at the prescription, the date he died, and count the pills." "There are a dozen missing." "Anyone could have stolen those." "Yeah, or somebody could cut open the gel caps, take the medicine out, dumped it into the glass that Gault kept by his bedside, hmm?" "Now, an old man dies, nobody cares, right?" "Now, if it were me..." "I wouldn't just throw away the empty gel caps." " I'd flush them down the sink." " Yeah." "Designed to dissolve in the stomach." "Takes two weeks to dissolve in water." "Also, Jonas Gault was sure that someone had gained access to the vault." "Assuming this is true, the killer would need constant access to get into the vault this number of times." "It's a member of the household." "Okay, so we've got Shecter, the family lawyer." "The estate sale has gone to hell." "Then you've got Katrina Hardt, the art curator." "Collections kept in the house." "I-I-I've never been in the vault." "Next you have Fiona Gault, the daughter." "There is Eleanor, the last ex-wife." "I could tie a knot in this for you, if you want." "That's really nice." "Thank you." "And woodman, the son." "Whoever was in the vault the day Gault died, that's your killer." "You have one hour." "If I don't have a suspect in an hour, you're both going down for this." "Well, I don't need an hour." "I got a Sophie." "Darling, just mute the phone." "I can hear everything." "Do you really have to be here?" "You're not innocent yet." "Sign here, ma'am." "Miss Hardt." "Oh, Miss Collins." "Thank you." "I'm..." "I'm so sorry." "I just..." "I... the shipping crew is here to take all the Mettier paintings these people purchased, and it's just, um..." "You poor thing, you're in charge of every single Mettier in the house." "Yes." "Jonas had me here every day." "Really?" "That's awful." "That means you were here the day he died." "Yes, I arrived that afternoon, and I had no idea that he had already slipped into a coma." "It makes me so sad that..." "I was out here arguing with Fiona while he was just slipping away." "Six years I have put into this job!" "Your job is over, as far as I'm concerned." "I've decided we no longer need a full-time curator." "That is not up to you." "That is up to your father." "How dare you try and tell me what my father does..." "Well, I mean, I wasn't the C.E.O. At the time, but now that father is gone, I've accepted that responsibility as majority shareholder." "And I must see, on behalf of the U.K. Shareholders, we couldn't be happier with the way that turned out." "Agreed, clive?" "Yes." "Of course." "I have to admit," "I was in a foul mood after dealing with Eleanor." "That woman is a..." "Drunk parasite leeching off his pit!" "Your father still loves me and he trusts me a lot more than he trusts you." "Hovering over him like a vulture." "When he dies, you will not get a penny." "He's not going to die." "When he gets better, we'll prove our love to you." "I mean, what better proof is there than getting remarried?" "Sure, our first marriage broke up, but we'd grown so much since then." "Thank you." "God bless you." "I just hope me and my chauncey are as happy as you and your Jonas were." "I'm sure that's why he chose you as our wedding planner." "Now, when exactly did he propose?" "He didn't, but I know he intended to because the lawyer explained..." "That's why I'm here, Eleanor." "I have to get the documents to file the marriage certificate and change the will." "I knew it!" "It's his wish to pass his last days with you." "Oh!" "Let's celebrate with a drink!" "I have so much work, Eleanor." "But please, don't tell anyone I told you." "Oh, I won't." "I promise." "Because I knew he was never going to remarry that woman." "Jonas was just getting sentimental in his last days, and the havoc that would wreak on the estate, agent...?" "Agent Tennant." "Are you getting this, agent Smith?" "Yeah." "Inheritance issues?" "Well, there were about to be." "Jonas had made a very radical decision." "He's adding you back into the will, your full share of the inheritance." "I don't want it." "Woody, we're talking millions, plus your share of the stock." "I don't want the money." "None of it." "Can you believe that?" "Pardon me." " Hello?" "Yes?" " I admit, I do find that hard to believe." "What?" "I finally understand what he sees in you." "We need to find woodman." "Don't worry about it." "I'll handle it." "Weird, cold nights, you get a little frost buckle, it ruins everything." "The British lady's friend, right?" "Nate Ford." "What's a, uh... what's a millionaire's son doing, uh, working on a pool?" "I screwed things up first go-around, you know?" "He gave me everything..." "Private tutors, apartment in Tokyo, art school in Paris." "I drank it all away." "He kicked me loose." "After a couple hard years, I started a contracting company." "After dad got real sick, well," "I volunteered to fix the pool just so I could be near him." "Sometimes money just gets in the way." "Ain't that the truth." "The, uh, art girl, Katrina." "Cute, huh?" "Was she here the day your dad died?" "She was up there as soon as the maid that found him screamed." "Why?" "Not quite sure who wants Gault dead out of that lot." "All of them but one." "Katrina was about to lose her job, but if Gault died first, she'd get a commission for selling the collection." "Now, Fiona needed Gault to die before he remarried Eleanor so that she'd inherit her shares." "Eleanor suspected that those shares were soon to be split with woodman, who, by the way, is the only person without motive." "Shecter didn't have a motive." "Oh, but Shecter knew that Gault wasn't gonna marry Eleanor, so why is Shecter in that office pulling financial statements for Gault instruments?" "Shecter's embezzling." "I'd forgotten how attractive that is, the relentless tick-tick-tick of you pulling apart someone's well-laid plans." "Oh, including yours." "Oh, you've never pulled apart my plans." "We are back at square one." "On the murder, yes, but who cares about that?" "We're here about an art theft." "Okay, they all alibi each other for the times someone was going in and out of the vault." "So, if the same person who killed Jonas stole the painting, then none of them did it." "Who's left?" "Nobody." "Ooh!" "I'm sorry." "What are you doing in my room?" "So, the Butler did it." "Miss Hardt." "It's just beautiful." "Ma mystère... can you be sure?" "It's never been photographed or exhibited." "But thanks to Jonas," "I am the world's leading expert in precisely one artist." "Mettier." "Hmm." "Brush strokes are right." "Texture on the oils." "Color palette is consistent with his early works." "He stretched his own canvas." "Those are his nails." "I would have to do more tests, but honestly, this is Mettier." "And the only one I've never seen before." "It's ma mystère." "Miss Hardt, you can release the rest of the collection to the buyers." "I'll tag this for evidence and return it to the estate as soon as possible." "Of course." "Thank you." "Thank you." "It's always nice to bring a thief to justice, even if it's not you." "Or you." "Only one problem." "Hmm?" "That is not ma mystère." "What do you mean "it's not ma mystère."" "It's complicated." "Look." "What?" "Gault's own curator thinks it's legit." "I'm telling you that is not ma mystère." "But how could you know that?" "Uh... um..." "Did you try to steal it once?" "No." "Hmm." "Did you actually steal it once?" "No." "Look, it could be a Mettier, but it is not ma mystère." "How do you even know what ma mystère is?" "I mean, there's no photographs..." "I just..." "I need you to trust me." "Ah." "You." "You have actually seen ma mystère, haven't you?" "Not exactly." "Look, what if I can prove it to you?" "Look, if it's not ma mystère, how do we even know that it's a real Mettier?" "Well, the way to prove that it's not a Mettier would be to compare it to another Mettier." "That's true, and they've all been sold to all these other rich people, and that..." "Oh, no, no, no, no." "No, no, no, no." "Sophie, no, no, no." "You are not gonna go in there and steal a real Mettier." "No, no, no." "It wouldn't be stealing." "I'd just borrow it just for a little while just to compare it to ma mystère and prove its a fact." "Which means we have to also steal ma mystère." "I just got you off the hook from stealing that painting." "Now you want to go and steal that and another painting just to prove it isn't real?" "I don't want to." "What I want is for you to take me at my word." "We've been working together for five years, sleeping together for two." "I mean, what is it gonna take?" "Sterling is sitting right on top of ma mystère." "Are you telling me you can't outsmart Sterling?" "I can't." "But he can't outsmart me, either." "Okay, you go get Mettier." "I'll deal with Sterling and get ma mystère." "Hmm?" "Crate that up, put an evidence sticker on it." "We'll take it with us when we finish the interviews." "We'll handle the..." "Jurisdictional issues." "What do you want?" "Ah, nothing." "That's... that's the whole case?" "Yeah?" "Just..." "If by which you mean the means, the motive, the opportunity, the fact that I found the stolen item in the possession of the suspect..." "Yes, that's my whole case." "I'll put that in front of a jury." "Yeah?" "Hmm." "You think I've missed something?" "Hmm." "That's it." "Oh, you'd like to see my whole case fall apart just on some little..." "Go back to the beginning!" "Take that..." "To the billiard room." "Um, all the shipping labels are already on." "Once you get them to the shipping house, they will unload them and send them to their destination." "Okay." "Oh, goodie." "Ooh, that's my painting." "Ma'am?" "My painting." "I'd like it, please." "Oh, no offense." "You and your company, I've lost art in shipping before, you see, and I prefer to have my possessions in my possession." "Well, you know I can't just give you the painting." "Oh, I'm sorry." "You don't know who I am?" "I'm the duchess of Islington-barrow." "That is my property, and I would like it." "I need to see some I.D." "Do I look as if I came out carrying out I.D. On me?" "Miss Hardt?" "Oh, uh, yes, Miss Collins." "Oh, Miss Hardt, I've got to say," "I'm really impressed with your security." "I was thinking I'd like to hire them the next time the London art museum loans something out." "The thing is, I was asking him for his contact info and he wouldn't give it to me." "What?" "No." "Which, you know, he said it's protocol." "I get it." "You know, it's good for security, but it's rubbish for business." "Do you think you could just..." "Frank, Frank, don't be paranoid." "Just give it to her." "Thank you." "Frank, let's be friends." "Don't pout." "Cold." "Cold." "Cold, cold." "Cold." "Warm." "Ish." "Get out." "Hmm?" "Very warm." "Follow him." "Yes, sir." "I-I just left my phone in here." "You guys, cake's on fire!" "Oh, God!" "Oh!" "Excuse me." "Let me through here." "Watch out, people." "Move back." "Darn phone." "I just can't find it." "I can't find the darn phone." "Mettier mixed his own paint." "He used copal resin and clay earth found near his home." "There's no way a forger could match the exact chemical composition of his paint." "Okay." "A little, uh, silver Polish." "Right." "That." "Bleach." "And top it off..." "With some fine vodka." "I think I drank this in college." "This from this painting." "And a little of that from that painting." "Okay." "If you will." "Well, that is a match." "They can't match." "It's as close as we're gonna get without stealing a chemistry lab, and we're not gonna go, you know, steal a-a chemistry I..." "I was just..." "I was so sure it was gonna be..." "Something else." "I was wrong, I guess." "It ma mystère." "What did you think it was gonna be?" "There is one other possibility, of course." "The paintings match." "So either that is the real ma mystère or..." "It's a fake Mettier." "That doesn't make sense." "It came straight out of Gault's collection." "Even if there was a fake in there, what are the chances that I just happened to steal that one?" "Slim." "Unless all the paintings are fake." "Or Gault's entire collection is fake." "So let me get this straight." "You stole not one, let but two paintings, ht." "One of which you spent the entire day trying to convince me you did not steal, all because your girlfriend here, an unrepentant, inveterate, professional liar..." "That's uncalled for." "Told you with no evidence whatsoever that ma mystère was fake." "Now you're so sure that she's right, that you not only think that this painting is a fake, but every other Mettier that was in the house, the entire collection, is also fake?" "That's right." "Arrest them both." "On what charge?" "Theft." "We've brought you back the paintings." "Obstructing an investigation." "We're helping you with your investigation." "Being annoying and crazy." "That's not a crime." "Since when was that a crime?" "No, it's not." "I don't care!" "All right, all right, all right." "Say, just say, that you're right." "Do you have any idea what it would take to replace every one of these paintings with a forgery?" "Yeah, well, for starters, I mean, you would probably need an elderly victim whose eyesight was shot so much to the point where he wouldn't notice the switches." "He'd have to repaint every single painting." "Yes." "Yes, so you'd need time." "Months." "Months." "You'd need a detailed knowledge of Mettier, plus access to all the paintings." "Yes, and most important, of course, you would need the ability to establish provenance." "You would need to declare, without question, that every one of these paintings is absolutely and undeniably legitimate." "The curator." "Hey!" "I don't suppose anyone here spent the last few years secretly replacing every Mettier in the house with forgeries while no one was looking." "Very slick interrogation." "I didn't think that would work." "She's getting away." "I didn't think that would work!" "All right, uh, you go that way and I'll go this..." "Fleeing the scene of the crime, she slipped on the edge of the pool, hit her head, fell in." "Accidental death." "Nothing like bringing a thief to justice again." "Hey, you know what?" "Look at the bright side." "You solved a theft, a murder." "And once you go through that woman's records, you'll find all the people that bought those stolen paintings." "I mean, it was a pretty big forgery ring." "And despite your efforts to drop off the map," "I now know your new base of operations." "Everything is sunshine and rainbows." "Be seeing you." "Ugh." "He thinks he's so intimidating, but he's not." "Let's get the hell out of here before he changes his mind." "Yeah." "I was right." "It was like old times." "It was." "Art theft, chases, dresses, and tuxedos." "I just..." "I wish I had gotten to see the real ma mystère." "Eh." "Sterling might find it once he goes through Katrina's files." "Mm." "I'm sorry I couldn't tell you how I knew it was a fake." "It's just, it's personal." "But I really appreciate your faith." "I-I treasure it." "You made a good point." "I should trust you." "I mean, I do trust you." "I do." "And..." "Look, you and me, we're..." "Me and you, we're..." "Oh, it's just that..." "We are, uh..." "Shoes." "Huh?" "That's how I found you." "Your shoes." "When you left that day, you know, you were wearing your fancy shoes, uh, the high heels." "They're high enough for fashion, low enough to run in." "You never looked at my feet." "Didn't have to." "They sound different on a wooden floor." "You're so clever." "What about the party?" "Well, I mean, if you were wearing those shoes, it meant one thing... an event, which meant catering." "So I called all the high-end caterers and I found that, uh, there was one party." "An art auction." "That brain of yours is very, very sexy." "Oh, thank you very much." "How about the rest of me?" "It's a little beat-up, but..." "It has its charm." "I have a change of clothes for the morning." "I'm such an idiot." "Nate?" "It didn't matter how many times she came in and out." "She still couldn't crack the second alarm." "But you knew that already, didn't you?" "They'll hear a gunshot." "Place is empty." "Too much death." "Everybody's freaked out." "Art school in Paris?" "Wasn't talented enough to sell my stuff." "But after dad cut me off, well, talented enough to fake other people's art." "Good coin for a while, too." "Then he got sick and I came home to scam some money, and there it was." "A whole house full of valuable paintings." "Hmm." "With its own curator." "Lonely curator." "The interpol agent found out about the forgeries." "Woody, they know." "They know about the paintings." "Aah!" "You'd, um, switch out one painting every couple of months." "Nice." "When did you decide to go after ma mystère?" "When I saw the keypad, and I knew the numbers." "You painted the duplicate in advance." "Of course, you'd, um, have to guess what it looked like." "No one else had seen it." "Ah." "But tried to keep it close at hand, didn't you?" "Do you think that's what tipped him?" "When he saw someone was going in and out of the vault, he called the alarm company and took precautions." "Although you'd gone in and out a bunch of times, he changed the code on that last trip." "Why did you go in and out so many times?" "Think you got it all figured out." "But you're not as smart as you think you are." "I'm smarter than you." "I'm smart enough not to kill my partner." "You are a compulsive, obsessive, selfish..." "Really should run!" "Right." "Oh!" "Just letting you know, if we die, I blame you." "I know." "None of this would have happened if you'd just gone to the movies like I told you." "Yeah, if I'd gone to the movies, you'd be in jail right now." "Jail is a big improvement on my current prospect of soon to be murdered." "Sophie, run." "Run." "You kept the cuffs." "Naughty." "That the shallow end, right?" "Oops." "Anyone else in the vicinity you'd like me to arrest for the same crime?" "Or is three our lucky number?" "This is it." "He got ma mystère out, but Gault changed the code before he could get the fake into place." "Yes." "Couldn't let a perfectly good fake go to waste, so he framed Paolo with it." "And the real ma mystère?" "Eh, we'll get it out of him." "Again..." "Be seeing you." "Turns out, you're still the second-best detective I've ever known." "Ah." "So are you." "You ever want to do this again, call me." "I'm hiring." "And you can bring the art thief." "Ex-art thief." "Ex-art thief." "I would really have liked to have seen it, just to know." "How does a forger defeat a two-tiered security system in less than an afternoon?" "I mean, when they don't have those skills, the skill he does have..." "Is in construction." "See, all he had to do was just wait until after the auction." "Shecter turned off the alarm on the painting." "Then they could come back anytime." "They just had to keep the painting hidden." "So he built a false wall and hid the painting there." "I bared my soul to him." "You bared more than your soul." "He vowed it would never be seen by the world till after my death." "So we're gonna steal it." "Of course we are, darling." "To honor his wishes." "Of course." "ma mystère." "He never even showed it to me after he painted it, and then I wasn't really tempted when I knew it was locked up." "That's..." "Yes." "You are..." "Very young." "And..." "Very naked." "Yes." "I think you look better now." "Oh." "Mr. Ford, you are quite the charmer."