08x12 - Honor Among Thieves

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- Gonna be much longer, Mr. Fuentes?

That back door is still open.

You need a hand with anything?

- The light in here, it sucks.

Yeah, well the main overhead's on a timer.

So how much longer you think?

As long as it will take.

- I don't mean to be rude,

but you've only got minutes
until the alarms are armed.

Listen, I've got to make my last rounds.

I'll be back in to see how you're doing.

- You do that.

- Hey, Fuentes.

Mr. Fuentes.

Hm.

- Morning.

Oh.

- Whoa, rough night?

- Oh, no, oh.

It's just, oh, I'm gonna say his name once

and then it's not to be repeated.

- Okay.

- Boyd tromwell.

- Android Boyd, sorry.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

When did he turn up?

- Well, he hasn't.

Not yet anyway, but I can,

he's coming, I can feel it.

- This is the same Boyd,

Boyd guy that set your couch on fire.

- Spilled chocolate sauce on my versace.

Smashed my grandmother's crystal.

Poisoned my fish.

- Freckles?

Freckles is dead?

- I asked him to go and feed her, okay.

Instead of picking up the fish food,

he picks up a shaker of cayenne pepper.

- Ow.

- You know he's not a mean person.

He always meant well.

- So you are expecting
him to show up because?

- You ever heard of synchronicity?

- Yeah, weird coincidences

like when you're thinking of somebody

and then suddenly out
of the blue they call, yeah.

- Exactly, last night I'm
cleaning out the fish t*nk.

I think of him, and instantly
"the pina colada song"

comes on, it's his favorite song.

- Ah, that's, that's scary.

- Well, I'm just shaking off the chill.

The phone rings.

It's a friend of his
trying to track him down.

Wants to know if I've seen him.

Now that's pretty creepy.

- Yeah, that's very creepy.

But who in their right mind
would be looking for Boyd, I?

Oh cass, come on, you don't think that,

you don't even read your own horoscope.

You don't believe in that kind of crap.

- Sometimes.

- You do?

- Sometimes.

Not all the time, that's
besides the point though.

- Well, I hate to tunnel in

on your deep philosophical
discourse, but I'm thinking.

If your stars are aligned,
perhaps you two might condescend

to investigate a homicide.

A m*rder, thank god.

- These blood stain
patterns indicate a struggle

before the victim was
stabbed there in the chest.

- How many assailants?

- Looks like just the one.

Now the victim's hands
had several lacerations.

Probably trying to protect himself.

- Well, the security guard
said that he made his rounds,

he came back and he found Fuentes dead.

We can bring him in and get
a statement, but I believe him.

What do you got?

- I think it's pretty cut and dry.

I think the perp came in the back door,

stole a very valuable painting,
Fuentes eyeballed him,

perp k*lled him.

- Back door?

- Gallery was just closed,
the alarms weren't armed yet.

Fuentes was moving stuff
in and out for his exhibit.

- Real tight security, huh?

Would've been in about minutes.

- Prints?

- No prints.

The perp was wearing gloves, right?

We might get something
back on the blood samples.

I don't know.

Guy might've nicked himself on the way out.

- Okay, well let's focus on the theft.

What painting was stolen?

- "Study of a woman holding a balance,"

by Johannes vermeer, .

It says that it's the only known study

or preliminary sketch of any
vermeer work in existence.

Found in an attic in Berlin in .

- Must've been worth a fortune.

- Worth k*lling for.

Come on, cass.

- That was rude, wasn't it?

- You always take pictures of strangers?

- Actually, yes.

- You a photographer?

- Honor Hammond.

- Tom Ryan.

- Where have we met?

- I don't think we have.

I could make somethin' up.

- It'll come to me.

This might take a minute.

Want some coffee while I stare?

- Uh, I'm waiting for somebody.

One cup.

Sigma chi house, I went to a party there.

Still spaghetti stains on the ceiling?

It looked like somebody
had painted over them,

noodles and all.

- I'll tell ya, I lived in that
house for three years.

- This is so strange.

- It is, synchronicity.

My partner has this theory.

That's her, I gotta go.

I was thinking...

- dinner?

- Exactly.

- Tonight? - Perfect.

- Maybe about...

Eh, eh, my turn, : .

- You read my mind.

Weird.

High profit, low risk.

What?

- You're a thief, you break into a gallery,

you steal an expensive piece of art,

somebody sees ya.

Now do you k*ll the guy, or
do you take your chances?

- Um, maybe I don't like to take chances.

- Well, if he identifies
you, you spend a year,

maybe two, in prison, tops.

But, you know, you
live to steal another day.

If you k*ll him, you
get the electric chair.

- You don't think the thief k*lled Fuentes?

- Right now, I think that
he's the only suspect

that we've got.

- What'll you have?

- At the risk of sounding unlady-like,

I'd really like a cold beer.

Woman after my own heart.

- Guinness.

- Yeah uh, uh, two, please.

That's amazing, that
you just ordered my brand.

- Hm.

- It, it, it's just, just so weird.

It, it, it's like, we read the same books,

we listen to the same music.

- Your dream date, a Tom
Ryan clone, but with breasts.

- No, no, no it's not like that at all.

I mean, this girl knows what I'm thinking.

You know, she knows what
I'm gonna say before I do.

- Mm, all my life I've
waited for someone like that.

- Don't you think though,
it should to both ways?

I mean, I don't know
what she's thinking at all.

- All right so, the
report is in from the lab.

The only blood on the
scene belonged to Fuentes,

your prep was a non-secretor.

No fibers, no prints, nothing.

- Hm, sounds like a professional to me.

- No, something's not right.

- Remember occam's razor, simplest theory

that fits the fact

is probably closest to reality.

- Yeah, but if this guy's a
professional then he's smart.

I mean, he's smart enough to know

that there's a window of opportunity

between the time that that gallery closes

and the time that the alarms are on.

- Right.

How did he get into the gallery?

- Through the back door.

- A door that would
normally be locked up tight

on that night, but on this particular night

just happens to be open?

I mean, if this guy's a pro,
he wouldn't take such a risk

on a fluke occurrence.

- Unless he knew the door would be open.

- No, then he would've
known that Fuentes was there

and he would've avoided him.

- Mm.

- No, I say we go back to the gallery.

I think we're missing something.

Thing is, the doors were all wired.

- So they b*at the system.

- Well the alarm company says "no."

They checked every inch of it.

- Where does this go?

- Um,

says up uh,

air conditioning unit, it's on the roof.

It's gated and padlocked.

- What do you bet that I
can get up through that vent,

onto the roof, cut the padlock,

and get back down on the street?

Here, just fix that.

Honor.

- Tom. - Hey.

We're working on a case.

- Hello. - Hey.

- This is my partner, cass,
this is honor Hammond.

- Hi, cassy St. John.

- Isn't this marvelous,
it's called "enigma."

- Well, it's not alone.

Mm-mm-mm.

What a shame.

- Mm-mm-mm. - Hm.

- Such a shame about the
vermeer, it was beautiful.

- This is a print of a painting,
"woman holding a balance."

So what is it, a painting
inside a painting?

- No, it says it's a representation of

"the last judgment"

by hans memling.

Shows the angels weighing
souls on judgment day.

- You got a woman standing
at a table, covered with jewelry,

holding an empty balance,
staring at her reflection

in the mirror.

I don't get it, what's she
doing, weighing the jewelry?

- She's weighing her own actions.

- That's good.

- She's making a choice
between the eternal spiritual path

showing in the painting
behind her, and the material

sparkling path shown in the
jewels on the table, you see?

Vermeer's composition reinforces the idea.

She has her hand on one
corner of the last judgment,

and the empty balance makes
the connection to the jewels.

- You know a lot about art.

I watch sister Wendy.

Photography's my first love.

Fuentes was very good.

Yeah, they are wonderful.

Hm.

- What's the matter?

- Nothing.

- Yeah, it is kinda strange.

- Am I missing something?

- Well there's four paintings on this wall,

and there's five over here.

- So?

- So, isn't this the longer wall?

What is it?

- Pencil markings.

Gosh, I've gotta run.

It was very nice to meet you
and I hope I see you again.

- Yeah, I hope so too.

- I'll walk you out.

- Still on for tonight, I hope.

- Oh, absolutely.

- Till tonight.

- Till tonight.

You have driving gloves?

You must have a hell of a machine.

- Small Ferrari, testarossa.

- Stand humiliated.

- Secret, I like my old mustang better.

- I've been taking some measurements.

Well there's two sets
of pencil marks I noticed.

- First it was marked for
five equally-spaced paintings.

So there's a painting missing.

Women I've loved.

- Isabella, Celeste,

Sophia, adelaina.

- Are these real women in Fuentes' life?

- Maybe, but not women he knew.

No, the title of the series
was "women I have loved."

- Well I wonder who was
in painting number five.

- What're you doin', cramming for finals?

- What was I thinking when I
signed up for art history ?

- Well, the gallery confirmed it.

Was a five-part series,

so what happened to painting number five?

- Maybe the thief took two pieces.

- Two, one by a th century master

and the other by an
artist virtually unknown

outside of palm beach?

Hey, I wanted to ask you,
what do you think of honor?

- I think she's nice.

- Nice?

- Well, I've only met her once.

- No, but I mean, do you
think there's something kind of,

kind of odd about her?

- Mm-mm, like what?

- Well, well, when you
met her at the gallery,

she never shook your hand.

She never shook your hand when she met you

and she never shook
your hand when she left.

- Maybe she's a private person.

- No, no, but the whole
time, I mean, at the gallery,

the whole time, she never opened a door,

she never leaned against a railing,

it's kind of like, like,
she's like a, like a ghost.

Now look who's letting their imagination

get away with them.

- Everything all right?

- Uh yeah, it's, you know,
it's this case I'm working on.

- You're off duty, detective.

I'm off duty, yes, I'm off, off duty,

and here is to being off duty.

- I'll drink to that.

- Why do you do that?

- What?

- Wrap your napkin
around your glass like that.

- It's crystal.

I once held a crystal goblet
in my hand and it shattered.

Fine crystal does that.

After stitches I think I'm entitled

to being a little cautious.

- Must've left a heck of a scar.

- Yes, it did.

- Can I see it?

- You're serious?

- Uh, I'm sorry but I don't
know what I'm doing, I mean,

cassy was right.

- About what?

- She said I'm getting commitment jitters.

- Oh, really?

- Yeah, really.

It's, it's just that, that.

- Saved by the beep.

- Ryan.

Where?

I uh, yeah, I'll be right there.

Duty calls?

- I'm sorry, look, can I drive you home?

- It's still early.

- Yeah.

Well, I'm not gonna be
long, you could come along.

Maybe we can catch a late dinner.

- You're the palm reader.

Do I have a late dinner in my future?

- Wait here.

- Take your time.

What's goin' on?

- Looks like drunk
driving, but our victim's

a high-profile customer.

Harry wanted you out here just in case.

- Who is it?

- Chloe derrivan, wife of Rupert derrivan.

- Ah, palm beach's own Donald Tr*mp.

- That's the guy.

- Where's the second car?

- No, just the one car.

She managed to go cliff
diving here all by herself.

- Can I have a look?

- Oh sure, Jim.

- Uh, just another drunk driver.

You okay?

- I saw the body, that woman.

- Sorry.

- I'm not very hungry.

- I'll take you home.

- I'll make it up to you, I promise.

Hope you got a good night's sleep.

What's up?

- Well, the lab just faxed over the initial

on the derrivan accident.

I mean, the full report's
gonna be in in about an hour,

but it is looking pretty definite.

- What is?

- That Chloe derrivan d*ed
from a serious head trauma,

and loss of blood.

- I know, I saw the body.

- Well there wasn't
enough blood in the car.

- What?

- Well, sterling said if she
got those kind of injuries

in the accident, there would've
been blood all over the car.

There wasn't.

- The accident was a setup, homicide.

Mr. Derrivan will be with you in a moment.

- Tell him to take his time.

Cass.

Yeah.

- Take a look at this signature.

It's Fuentes.

Yes, it is.

- Mr. Derrivan, I'm sergeant
Tom Ryan and this is...

- sergeant St. John.

The commissioner said
he was sending the best,

thank you for coming.

- Sure.

Mr. Derrivan we have reason to believe

that your wife's death wasn't accidental.

- Would either of you care for a drink?

- No, thank you, we're on duty.

Sir, we uh, believe she
may have been m*rder*d.

- Hm, have you any suspects?

- Well, we were hoping
that you might be able

to shed some light on that.

- Well, I doubt it.

It's not well known, but
my wife and I were about

to separate, and I didn't
keep track of her affairs,

although I'm told that they were numerous.

- Do you know who she was involved with?

- You know, she chose not to tell me.

And, I chose not to ask.

My wife had recently
taken to excessive drinking,

and she also had a growing problem

with prescription medication.

You should know that
I'm a very private person,

and I'm sure you'll
understand that I would prefer

that my wife's extramarital
and pharmaceutical

habits remain private.

- Of course.

- Now, should any of
this be made public, well,

you both seem bright and ambitious,

I'm sure neither of you would
want anything to interfere

with your future career opportunities.

Excuse me?

- I think we're clear.

- Uh, no, I don't think so.

I think that sounded like a thr*at.

- Well then, we are clear.

Best of luck with your investigation.

- Mr. Derrivan.

This painting, did you know Arturo Fuentes?

- Ah well, I love art, um, hate artists.

But this particular guy passed away

and the value of that
painting doubled overnight.

- So you made a profit.

- Oh, and spent it,
and that bottle of scotch

I just drank from is worth twice as much.

You can show them out now.

- Fuentes spent some time
in Martinique eight years ago.

He stayed at a chateau with a
woman named Sophia Gerard.

- Painting number two, Sophia.

- And, Celeste constantine,
she's another artist,

a sculpturist.

And he spent seven years in Miami with her,

stayed in a loft.

That's number three.

- Celeste.

- Well adelaina's the oldest painting.

It's probably a girl from his youth.

Yes?

- Miss salinas, it's detective St. John.

We spoke on the telephone.

Yes, please, come in.

- Painting number four, Isabel.

He was very talented, wasn't he?

We think there may
have been a fifth painting.

- Oh, I have no doubt.

My husband, my ex-husband,
he was, how do you say?

A free spirit, he could not be tamed.

- Do you know who she was?

- No, sorry.

- Did you pose for Arturo while he painted?

- No, he preferred fotografia.

Photographs, for reference.

This way, any time, the day or night,

when inspiration would come,
this is when he would paint.

- Reference photographs?

We could be here for weeks.

- Cassy, there's gotta
be a better way to do this.

Do you still have those polaroids?

- Um, yeah.

- Okay, okay.

Take a look at these.

- Mm-hmm.

- What do they all have in common?

Um, nothing really.

They're all in different poses,

they're all in different surroundings.

- Different surroundings,
different surroundings.

- What?

- See, each one of these
backgrounds is different.

Mm-hmm.

- This one's in a jungle.

This one is by the ocean.

This one, I don't know, is
in a castle or something.

This one's a waterfall.

- So?

- So, the backgrounds are very detailed.

Isabel said that he painted
when he was inspired.

- Mm-hmm.

- You know, in the middle of
the night sometimes, whenever.

- So he would need reference photographs

for the backgrounds.

So, he would use
something like, I don't know,

national geographic?

Yeah.

- When, when, when did he go to Martinique?

- Um, summer .

- ' ,

summer.

Hello.

- Sophia.

Yes.

- Okay, um, when, when,
when did they get married?

- Um, okay, well forget
Isabel, check this year's issues.

- Okay.

You take half.

I give you painting number five, Chloe.

- Beautiful.

- Miss weatherly, how
nice to see you again.

Are you working on another article?

- Dream houses in palm beach.

You were so helpful with
my article on historic buildings,

I thought I'd see what you
had on private residences.

- Every structure in the county
is on file here, somewhere.

Any in particular?

- The rich and the famous.

Pierre du shien, Rupert
derrivan, Natalie Blackwell.

A few others.

I'm at your disposal.

- Thank you.

This is not the vermeer.

- These are Fuentes' paintings.

You know, I bet you that one

over derrivan's fireplace was Chloe's.

- She and Fuentes were having an affair.

Derrivan didn't care about it
as long as they were discreet.

- When Fuentes painted her
nude, and was about to unveil

the painting to the world,
derrivan didn't want anybody

finding out that his trophy
wife was sleeping around.

- So he k*lled Fuentes?

- Well, I think that he
probably tried to talk Fuentes

out of showing the painting,

you know, bribe him, I don't know.

Fuentes refused, they
argued, derrivan's temper

got outta hand, he grabbed Fuentes' Kn*fe.

- And later, Chloe found
out about the m*rder,

he k*lled her too.

- See, in derrivan's twisted mind,

it's better press to have a dead wife

than it is to have one who's unfaithful.

Harry, we need a warrant.

We gotta search derrivan's house.

- I am very impressed.

Kanahara, you did very good.

I just have one question.

What about the vermeer?

- You ever heard of synchronicity?

- Give me a break, will ya?

You're not gonna offer
to do my chart, are ya?

- It's a coincidence, Harry,
dumb luck, good or bad.

- A mitzvah?

- Right, luck, fate, or
whatever would have it.

Two people broke into
the gallery that night.

- So, I gotta ask again,
who's got the vermeer?

- Obviously a pro.

Somebody who targets their victim,

researches them thoroughly,
leaves nothing to chance.

Someone who moves like a ghost.

The thing that surprises me is that a thief

in the wrong place at the wrong time

could find himself, or
herself, on death row,

for a crime that they didn't commit.

I mean if he or, or she,
witnessed a m*rder,

you'd think that she would come forward.

If, you know, only to protect herself.

- You would think.

It's getting late.

- How's your photography coming?

Fine.

- You selling any pictures?

- Enough to get by.

- I talked to some local photographers,

they, they've been in the
business around here for years.

They've never heard of
you, or seen your work.

- Well, I guess I should
hire a publicist, yeah?

I've gotta go.

- Okay.

Oh, I wanted to ask
you, I wanted to ask you.

You're somewhat of an art expert, right?

- Yeah, somewhat.

Well, the way you described that vermeer,

I mean, you know, the way the artist

was trying to communicate,
that woman making a decision

between the material and the spiritual.

"Weighing her own actions," you said.

- That's right.

- Well how does a person
justify stealing something

for personal gain that belongs in a museum?

How does that person
weigh their own actions?

- Obviously, he doesn't.

I've really gotta go.

- What's this?

- Some interesting reading material.

Page , see ya.

- Still no word on the warrant.

- Look at this.

"The nerve center of derrivan's empire

"is a comfortable study
trimmed in dark mahogany.

"Among its many features, a walk-in vault,

"climate controlled and
specially constructed

"to store derrivan's
collected art treasures."

- Painting number five?

- It's worth a sh*t.

Derrivan has friends at city hall.

If a warrant comes
through, he'll probably know it

before we do.

- Well you better move fast.

- Harry.

Yay.

It's not in there.

- Well that's all right, my lawyer will be

in about five minutes.

- Now what?

- Mr. Derrivan, we're gonna need to search

the rest of your house.

- I don't think so.

When I'm through here,
you won't have the authority.

- Ryan.

Tom, it's honor.

- There's no such person,
believe me, I checked.

- Tom, the other night I
said that I'd make it up to you.

Remember, I promised.

What do you mean?

- Have a drink.

What?

- Ask derrivan for a drink, trust me.

Goodbye, Tom.

- Wait, wait, wait.

- More bad news, detective?

- Uh, my mistake.

I'm sorry, it's been a rough week.

- I thought so.

- Listen, that drink that
you offered us earlier.

I think I'll take ya up on it.

Misplace something, Mr. Derrivan?

- Uh.

- You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can and
will be used against you.

- This is Tom Ryan, we need a plain wrap.

- Well done, but.

- What about the vermeer?

- I gotta ask.

- It was honor.

- I'm sorry.

- Your girlfriend, oye.

- Oye, oye is right.

- So now what do we do?

- Well, we're cops, we do our job.

Honor.

It's Tom and cassy, open up.

Honor?

"Dear Tom, you were
right, I weighed my actions

"and found them wanting.

"Unfortunately, I also weighed my wallet,

"and found it just a little too light.

"Still, you were very persuasive,

"I may be forced to change my ways.

"Someday, love, honor."

- hours, I made it.

The curse of Boyd tromwell is lifted.

- Hey, you just said the dreaded name.

It's over, Tom.

This whole synchronicity
thing is officially debunked.

- Well I am glad to hear it.

- Hey, you need a ride home?

- I think I'm gonna walk.

- You okay?

- Yeah, yeah, I'm fine.

Cass, watch out.

You okay?

- Came outta nowhere.

- Hey, I'm really sorry,
I didn't see, hey, cass?

That you?

- Boyd?

- Maybe it's hours.