01x10 - The Runaway's Regret

[bunniefuu]

♪

VICTORIA: [SIGHS HAPPILY]

BILLY: Morning!

How'd you sleep?

Okay.

You're lying, Victoria Joan.

It's just it's been two days

and Darby won't return my call.

She'll come around. Give her some time.

I said some awful things, Billy.

You told her the truth.

I don't think she was ready to hear it.

Well, she's a grown-up!

With a car, and a business,

and a pizza loyalty card.

I just never wanted to destroy

her image of her father.

You didn't destroy it, you clarified it.

There's a difference.

I don't know, I

What's this?

"A true masterpiece." Is

this from our first date?

Oh, hey, hey, just

What? It's

Careful with that!

Okay

It's just this is, um

This photo's valuable.

Oh!

Uh, I'm s I'm sorry.

I'm an idiot. I overreacted.

There's been a lot of that going around.

Look, why don't you call Darby?

Who knows, maybe she's ready to talk.

Okay.

♪

♪

♪

DES: Whoa, am I in the Upside-Down?

Darby Spencer actually

woke up before me?

- [CHUCKLES]

- Hey.

I couldn't sleep.

Does it still count?

Mm-hm!

It is so beautiful here.

How could you have hated

coming here as a kid?

Well, my dad had a strict

"no video games" rule at the cottage.

But, uh

I fixed that!

- [CHUCKLES] Nice!

- Yeah, thanks.

With this view, he was onto something.

I could stay here forever.

Yeah, about that.

I was sorta thinking we

could head back today.

Things are piling up at the winery

and the reception's terrible up here.

We can't leave yet!

Weren't you just saying

how beautiful it is?

Don't you think it's time you

sorted things out with your mom?

No!

She lied to me about my dad for 16 years

and wrote all about

it in her first book.

Mm, parents lying to their children?

Yeah, no, I I know

nothing about that

I'm just saying, she had her reasons.

You can't discount

everything good she's done

because of one big lie.

Someone very wise once told me that.

- Oh, okay

- [LAUGHS]

[PHONE RINGING, HORROR

MOVIE SCREAMING SOUNDS]

Do you have some kind

of neural link with her?

Des, trust me. It's for the best.

My mom and I are never,

ever getting back together.

- Okay.

- Ever.

Mm-hm.

DARBY: [VOICEMAIL] Hey,

you've reached Darby Spencer

of The Spencer Sisters Detective Agency.

She probably isn't up yet.

Listen, there's a gallery

showing up at Cedar Ridge today.

Young Iranian artist.

You'd love her.

Why don't we head up there?

Sure.

[CAR APPROACHING, TIRES SQUEALING]

- Come with me, quick!

- What?

- Quick, quick, quick!

- What is it? What

- Come on!

- What is it?

- Go, go!

- Who is it?

What's happening? Where?

Go, go!

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

- Get in, get in!

- What?

Whatever you do, stay quiet!

Whatever happens, don't say a word.

[DOOR BREAKING]

BILLY: Oh, hey, look,

it's the goon squad.

Okay

Oof!

[DRAMATIC MUSIC]

[LOUD THWACK]

BILLY: Oww!

Well, James, here we are again.

♪

Hey, Vasily.

To what do I owe the pleasure?

Where is The Alchemist?

[IN A WHISPER] Alchemist?

I don't know. [LAUGHS]

[IN RUSSIAN] Make him talk, please.

What?

[GRUNTS]

VASILY: Seriously?!

Fine, search the place.

[DRAMATIC MUSIC]

♪

[VASILY SPEAKING IN RUSSIAN]

[OBJECTS BEING RIFLED

THROUGH AND TOSSED AROUND]

[DRAMATIC MUSIC SWELLS]

KENNY: Hey!

Help me with this.

♪

KENNY: It's, uh It's not here.

No, I suppose James is

much smarter than that.

Bring him. Let's go.

[IN RUSSIAN] Let's go!

♪

[FOOTSTEPS LEAVING THE HOUSE]

[CAR STARTS]

♪

[EXHALES SHAKILY]

[SOUND OF CAR DRIVING AWAY]

♪

Please

I need your help.

[THEME MUSIC]

♪

♪

VICTORIA: The leader, his

name, I think was, uh

Vasily, and, um, they

they called Billy "James"!

Okay, okay, okay, slow down, slow down.

You're safe now, all right?

Oh, thank you. Thank you so much.

I didn't want to disturb

you but there was no one else

I could turn to.

Yeah, no, of course.

- Huh?

- Oh, thank you.

Okay, did you call the police?

No! We can't call the police.

These men are definitely dangerous.

There's no telling what

they would do to Billy

if they knew the police were involved.

- So, what do you want to do?

- I don't know.

We need to find out

everything about them.

Whatever Billy is mixed up in,

we have to figure out

what that is, and

You could track his phone, right?

[STAMMERING]

- What?

- So, so, Victoria

I have to tell you something,

and you're not gonna like it.

You were looking into Billy.

- You know?

- Yeah, I saw a text.

Darby and I had a

horrible fight about it.

[SIGHS] Yeah, I'm sorry about that.

No, no, no, no, it's fine.

Now I know you were

just looking out for me.

Yeah. Look, the point is this.

I was tracking Billy's phone

and this was a long time ago, you know?

But he's got some sort

of location blocker on it,

and it's

very sophisticated.

Oh, no.

No, what are we gonna do? I

Can you tell me everything

that you have on Billy?

Yeah.

"Billy West" appears to be an alias,

but I found pretty clear evidence

that he's used other names.

Apparently "James" is one of them.

Uh-huh.

You know, I hacked into

Interpol's audio files.

- Uh-huh?

- This one's pretty interesting.

Okay.

All right

[INTRIGUING MUSIC]

[PHONE RINGING]

Ugh!

What do you want?

Your text messages got

me in a lot of trouble.

- [LOUD STATIC]

- Alastair?

ALASTAIR: [INDISTINCT]

home Can you hear me?

No, I can't. I can't really.

You're breaking up.

You need to come home.

Billy's been kidnapped!

Kidnapped?! What?

- Is my mom okay?

- Yes, she is safe.

A bunch of men broke in and they

Billy [AUDIO BREAKS UP]

Well, Alastair, I can't hear you.

[PHONE HANGS UP]

Hello?

Ugh!

This is a waste of time. I

can't understand anything!

It's impossible to tell

what's true and what isn't!

Welcome to my world.

We have to go to Billy's house.

There must be something

there that could tell us

what they were looking for.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, Victoria,

that is too dangerous!

I am not asking your permission!

And I'm not asking yours!

Okay, it's time to call the police.

Look, I'm here to help,

but I'm not gonna let

you put your life at risk.

Yeah!

♪

♪

HARRIS: Okay, wait, wait, just

let me get this straight, okay?

You witnessed a kidnapping

and then waited, what,

three hours before calling the police?

If it were up to me, I would

have waited another day.

HARRIS: A joke!

Wow, that's funny. She's funny, right?

How'd you like to be

locked up for obstruction?

I'd probably still solve

the case faster than you.

ZANE: Easy, Victoria.

And who are you supposed to be?

[CLEARS THROAT] I work in IT.

He's in IT.

You know, every time the

Spencer Sisters show up,

- I get a migraine.

- Oh.

Graham, do me a favour and get

these two out of my crime scene.

Come on, Vic.

I see your allegiance is elsewhere.

We'll let ourselves out.

[POLICE TALKING INDISTINCTLY]

♪

♪

ALASTAIR: Huh.

BILLY: Careful with that!

♪

ALISTAIR: What do you ?

[IN A WHISPER] Let's go.

[IN A WHISPER] Okay.

♪

ALASTAIR: What did he say about it?

It's not so much what he

said, it's what he did.

It's like he didn't want me to touch it.

This is strange.

These are torque screws.

It's very unusual.

Torque screws? Ugh

What has Billy gotten

himself mixed up in?

I hope he's okay.

Whoa

What?!

- Whoa.

- Those are

Passports. Six of them.

- Oh my God.

- All right, all right, all right.

You and Darby were right.

Billy was a fraud!

Well, you know, I wouldn't

jump to conclusions.

Alastair, what other

conclusion is there?

- I'm a fool!

- Let's just check this out.

♪

♪

ALASTAIR: Nothing.

These all have the same passport number,

except for this one: "James Wolfe."

James, that's the name that

thug, Vasily, called him.

That must be his real name.

♪

ALASTAIR: James Wolfe

"An art authenticator

for a British museum

wanted in connection with the m*rder

of a gallery owner in Brussels."

m*rder? No, that that's not possible.

It can't be him.

♪

VICTORIA: Oh, my

♪

[GRUNTS WITH EFFORT]

Help!

Help!

[DOOR OPENS]

[OMINOUS MUSIC]

♪

♪

Shall we try this again, James?

[MUFFLED] I already told you

I don't know where The Alchemist is.

[SPEAKING IN RUSSIAN]

What, are you gonna

you gonna sh**t me now?

Like Jason in Brussels?

I have a better idea.

Give me his phone.

Let's see.

Hmm?

Come on.

- Gah!

- Nice.

Who's Victoria Spencer?

She's innocent. Leave her out of this.

Mm, not so innocent.

You've called her more than 100 times.

- [LINE RINGING]

- BILLY: No, no!

No! [MUFFLED] No!

- Shh, shh, shh, shh!

- Ugh!

[SPEAKING IN RUSSIAN]

[PHONE BUZZING]

- It's him!

- Oh!

♪

Billy, are you okay?

VASILY: [PHONE] Hello, Victoria!

Who is this? And where is Billy?

VASILY: I think you mean James?

He's fine, but what

happens next depends on you.

Bring me The Alchemist by

6 pm tomorrow, or Billy,

or James, or whatever his

name is this week, dies.

I'll send you the location.

But I don't know where it is.

- I-I don't

- 6 pm!

And if you speak to the police

you'll never see him again.

♪

DARBY: Seems like I came

home at the right time.

Thank God you're home, I was so worried.

Don't. I'm still mad at you.

I'm here for the case.

Of course. I would

have expected no less.

So who's this "Alchemist"?

It's not a person.

We found all of these

passports that Billy was using.

We think that his real

name was James Wolfe.

He was an art authenticator.

What?

So "The Alchemist" is a work of art?

And Billy stole it? Or "James" did?

We're not sure.

We think it's more

complicated than that.

ALASTAIR: Well, looks like there

are a bunch of paintings here

called "The Alchemist." Look.

VICTORIA: Everything from Dutch masters

to modern pictographs. But

these are all in museums.

So why would these

guys think Billy has it?

I don't know, but we need

to talk to an art expert.

But who?

Hmph, "The Alchemist"!

The Elvis of the art world.

Every year, someone

claims to have found it,

and invariably it's

discovered to be a fake.

But what is it?

Oh, it's a painting in the Vermeer style

by an unknown artist

of the Delft School.

Hmm, it was lost during

the Second World w*r

when the Nazis raided

several private collections.

Let me see

ALASTAIR: Okay, listen,

if it's so famous,

how come we couldn't find it?

Well, you were looking for

it under the wrong name.

It's not actually

called "The Alchemist."

That's just a nickname.

Now, where is it?

Ah, here we go.

There you are.

Its actual name is "Lady

and Gentleman with Flagon."

It was nicknamed "The Alchemist"

because of the artist's

incredible ability

to re-create light.

It was like they were creating

gold out of lead paint.

VICTORIA: Okay, but where is it?

We need to find this painting.

Uh, I'm sorry?

Billy was kidnapped

by a group of men who

are after the painting.

They're holding him hostage

until we turn it over to them.

VICTORIA: Apparently

Billy was lying to me.

He's really an art authenticator

for a British museum

and he's implicated in the m*rder

of an art gallery owner in Brussels.

You

were dating a m*rder*r?

Ooh-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!

Oh, well, I suppose

it's a lot less glamorous

in real life, no doubt.

At any rate, it makes sense.

I mean, art authenticators

are frequently brought in

to vet private sales,

especially when stolen

paintings are involved,

to make sure the buyer is getting

what they actually paid for.

It's a lucrative side business.

But if Billy really got

away with "The Alchemist"

it could be worth

millions.

This is hopeless!

We may as well just

throw darts at a map.

Not necessarily.

Billy clearly knew

that Vasily and his men

would come after him one day.

I mean, if I were him,

I would keep my one

piece of leverage close.

Duly noted, but it

doesn't change the fact

that he lied to me, that he's

an international art thief,

and perhaps a m*rder*r,

and I don't even know his real name!

- [INHALES]

- Okay, I get it.

You tried to warn me,

but I wouldn't listen.

That's not what I was gonna say!

Okay, then some version

of "I told you so."

I was going to say

I'm sorry.

But you've ruined it now.

If it's any consolation,

I was off the mark, too.

I thought he was trying

to steal your money.

I wish he had.

Instead, he just stole my heart.

[SAD MUSIC]

♪

♪

[SIGHS]

♪

♪

♪

♪

[SIGHS]

[PHONE RINGING]

Lucas?

Oh, no

No, no, no!

Oh, fff

[SIGHS]

Lucas!

Hey! [LAUGHS AWKWARDLY]

LUCAS: [PHONE] The wink emoji?

You've got game, Spencer.

DARBY: Yeah, I know. I'm sorry.

That text was meant for Des.

Ah, yeah.

How are you doing?

Since my near-fatal injection last

time that we hung out, you mean?

Yeah, that wasn't totally

my fault, per se

Well, I'm good.

I'm back at work. On

the night shift, no less.

I'm surprised Lindsay

left you out of her sight.

She seemed pretty worried.

Yeah.

But, you know, life goes on.

She's out buying confetti

bombs for the wedding right now.

Confetti bombs?

Yeah, she wants it to rain

down confetti all over the crowd

once it's official, and then

Yeah, don't get me

started. It's a whole thing.

Okay! [CHUCKLES]

- You okay?

- Me?

Yeah. Um sure.

I dunno, things are kind of

hard these days.

"No masterpiece was ever

created by a lazy artist."

What?

It's what my dad used to say to me

when I was in my residency.

I was working 90 hours a week.

I was worried about flunking.

I found it super annoying at the time,

but later it kinda made sense.

Masterpiece.

Darby?

Are you there?

Yeah, I'm here.

You just gave me an idea.

I gotta go!

♪

Mom, why would Billy

frame this photo of you?

Oh, I don't know.

Because he was fond of me?

Plus, I do look great.

- "A true masterpiece."

- Well, okay, fine.

He sometimes went overboard

No, but that's a really

weirdly specific word

to describe somebody.

A "masterpiece"? Who says that?

I don't know, it

depends upon the person.

Okay, yes, yes, I get it.

You think that there's a

clue about the painting.

I do.

Where was this photo taken?

Our first date.

At Antonio's.

♪

[DOOR OPENS]

VICTORIA: Antonio! Oh,

thank goodness you're here.

Victoria, Darby, what what is it?

VICTORIA: Uh, there's

no time to explain!

Ah, no, there's nothing here!

ANTONIO: What are you looking for?

Did you forget something?

VICTORIA: No, I

DARBY: Do these tables

get moved around ever?

All the time.

Doesn't make sense.

It wouldn't be something movable.

It would be fixed, like permanent.

Does Billy ever come here on his own?

Billy? Every morning.

He's the first one here

before the morning rush.

Where does he sit?

He always orders a double

espresso and sits right

here.

♪

DARBY: Oh my gosh

There's something here!

What is it?

I don't know, it's taped.

♪

Ah, it's a key.

Except we have no idea what it opens.

Speak for yourself.

I have one just like it.

It's for a security deposit

box at the Bank of Alder Bluffs.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

You want to break into a

safety deposit box at the bank?

VICTORIA: Don't be so dramatic!

We are not gonna break in.

They are going to let us in!

Why would they ever do that?

Because I'm one of their best customers.

Oh my God, if that is not

the voice of privilege,

I don't know what is.

Relax! Bryn Martell

pulled off a similar gag

in my sixteenth book,

"The Actuary's Abduction."

Okay, first of all, Bryn Martell

don't freak out is made up.

So when she gets caught,

she just has to seduce

the prison guard or something.

Well, actually, it was a penal colony,

and she had to convince the ferryman.

Thank you.

Mom, if you and I get caught,

we have to face very

not-made-up consequences.

What about Billy?

If we don't recover

that painting by 6 pm,

Vasily is going to k*ll him.

- How is that for consequences?

- Ugh

If this goes badly, I'm

not sharing a cell with you!

♪

GEORGINA: Victoria Spencer!

How lovely to see you again.

I'm a big fan of your mother's work.

My favourite is "The

Actuary's Abduction."

Oh, yeah! That one is

unbelievable!

Yes! Oh, well, actually,

we're in a bit of a rush, so I

Oh, you haven't been here for a while,

so I don't think you know,

but we have a new policy.

Um, we take the key and we

bring the box to you now.

It's more secure. And,

uh, can you believe it?

Some people were trying

to access the wrong box!

- [GIGGLES]

- [LAUGHTER]

Crazy!

Well, that sounds really

complicated and time-consuming,

so we should probably reschedule.

Oh, it'll just take an extra second.

- Do you have your key?

- VICTORIA: Mm-hm.

Box number 55, as I recall?

Georgina, you're so smart!

Well, actually, um, I

got another one, 136.

It's my lucky number,

and Blair set me up with it so

Oh, I see.

Blair.

Well, I'll have to speak

with her since, of course,

she should have checked with me first.

I didn't mean to cause any trouble.

GEORGINA: Mm-hm

I'll be right back.

[DOOR LOCK BEEPS]

DARBY: What are you doing?

She's gonna go talk to Blair after this!

No! Blair and Georgina hate each other.

I have been observing them for years.

This is a bank!

These are people who work here.

They're not characters in your novel!

- Well, they could be.

- Oh, pfft

Here you are, box 136.

- [POLITE LAUGHTER]

- Oh!

I'm sorry. I'll leave you to it.

[DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES]

I can't believe that worked!

DARBY: Holy cow!

Do you think that's "The Alchemist"?

We don't have time to check.

DARBY: Wait, there's

something else here.

VICTORIA: Grab it, let's go.

♪

ALISTAIR: So, is

anyone going to open it?

- Okay, I will.

- Right.

I will.

Phew!

Whoa

[INTRIGUING MUSIC]

♪

- [DARBY GASPS]

- VICTORIA: It's beautiful.

Help me with it.

DARBY: Careful.

Oh my gosh, that should be in a museum.

ALASTAIR: Whoa, you

should take a look at this.

♪

That's the guy that took Billy!

DARBY: Vasily Kosikov.

He lives in London.

He's the son of a Russian

oligarch and he inherited

his father's private equity group.

What's that file, the video file?

- Open that.

- Yeah.

♪

♪

♪

DARBY: That's "The Alchemist."

That must be the sale that

Billy was hired to authenticate.

ALISTAIR: Wait, what's going on here?

DARBY: Wait what?

ALISTAIR: Yeah, whoa

Whoa, oh my God!

- [GASPS]

- Oh my God.

♪

DARBY: Whoa!

♪

You see, Billy isn't a m*rder*r.

DARBY: Well, it's not entirely

evident from that video.

It's not enough proof to clear his name.

It's probably why he

didn't turn himself in.

Yeah, he's on the run from

both the law and Vasily.

DARBY: Yeah.

Anyway, we have the painting.

- We have to contact Vasily.

- What?!

Mom, you can't just walk

up to a guy who kills people

and turn over a stolen painting.

Well, I agree, it's not ideal

"Not ideal"?

Not ideal is running out of toothpaste.

This is a lot bigger than that.

Well, then what do you propose?

I propose that we go to the police

and we tell them everything.

Yes, she's right, Victoria.

No, Vasily explicitly

said not to do that!

And why would we go to all the

trouble to get this painting

if we weren't gonna make the trade?

- Look, I know you're upset

- Billy's life is at stake!

And your life, and mine!

We can bargain. I can convince them.

You can't convince

them. You're delusional!

Is this about the fight

that we had and the secret

- that I kept from you?

- Are you serious right now?

There is no way, under

any circumstances,

that I am letting you put

yourself in harm's way.

End of story.

I'm calling Zane.

♪

Victoria

Yep, okay.

Yep, okay, yep!

♪

[SIGHS]

HARRIS: Stolen painting,

false passports, n*zi looters?

DARBY: Yes, and we're still

filling in the details.

But we were able to get into

Billy's safety deposit box.

ZANE: How?

Is that really what matters

right now, Detective?

Oh, so we're back to this, are we?

We found this.

Go ahead.

Uh

[SIGHS]

Just be careful with it 'cause it's

it's fragile.

Right.

Is this some sort of joke?

Oh, no

Mom? Mom!

VICTORIA: [VOICEMAIL] You've

reached Victoria Spencer.

sh**t!

♪

♪

VICTORIA: [VOICE] "Sorry,

darling, but I had no choice.

"PS, There's potato

salad in the fridge."

What?

♪

Okay

Messages, messages

"Billy, are you okay? I have it."

"Come alone."

Oh my God.

♪

♪

♪

♪

♪

[OFFICER CHUCKLING]

Ah, that's funny.

Real funny. Who did this?

Huh?

Ah

♪

Detective, you got a minute?

Yeah.

I've been looking into Darby's claims

about a stolen painting

It seems there actually is

a missing painting nicknamed

"The Alchemist" and the story

she told about the m*rder

in Brussels is true as well.

You know, let me stop

you right there, Graham.

I don't want anything

to do with those two,

and neither should you.

Look, I hear you, but I know Darby

and she has good instincts.

I thought you two were on the outs.

- It's temporary.

- [SIGHS]

Look, you want to be a

good detective, Graham?

Yeah.

Then you need to figure out

where your loyalties lie.

You understand?

Yes.

♪

[PHONE RINGS]

Hey, Des.

Hey, I didn't hear back from you.

Is Billy okay? And your mom?

Oh, you know, she always makes

a big deal out of everything.

Listen, can I call you back later?

Sure. Uh, everything okay?

Yeah.

♪

I just want you to know

that the last few months

have been really special

and I'm glad we reconnected.

Ah, me too.

I just wanted you to know that.

- Take care, okay?

- Okay.

♪

♪

♪

Hey.

Hey! What are you doin' here?

Well, my meetings finished

early so I thought I'd drop by.

I have news!

Kyle called me into his office.

We have another class action lawsuit,

500 million in damages.

He asked me to be first chair again.

Starting next week.

What about the wedding?

You know, with everything

that's been going on, I

I started to think maybe

we should

postpone?

- Until spring.

- Postpone?

What do you mean "with

everything that's going on"?

Lucas, face it.

You know things have

been different between us

ever since

I feel like I'm forcing you into this.

You are not forcing me into this.

Then tell me not to take the litigation.

Tell me not to, and I won't.

[PHONE BUZZING]

LUCAS: Uh

♪

Well

I guess that's my answer.

No, Lindsay. Lindsay, no.

I have to work late tonight.

Don't wait up.

♪

[TEXT MESSAGE NOTIFICATION]

[SAD MUSIC]

♪

[OMINOUS MUSIC]

♪

What are you doing here?

Zane, you need to hear this.

DARBY: [VOICE] Hi, Lucas.

If anything happens to me, if

you don't hear from me again,

I just want you to know

how much you mean to me.

How much you've always meant.

Take care!

LUCAS: I tried calling her

back; she won't pick up.

I tracked down Alastair.

He traced both their phones.

Alastair, Vic's tech guy?

Yeah, he's outside.

Darby and Victoria are

heading south towards Hamilton.

What the hell is going on?

♪

♪

♪

♪

♪

♪

Okay!

♪

What do you think I'm

hiding, a Kalashnikov?

♪

Billy!

James! I

I don't know what to call

you! I'm so glad you're safe!

I can't believe you

came. You shouldn't have!

Well, nonsense. I

wasn't gonna let you die!

You don't understand.

he's gonna k*ll us both!

[DRAMATIC MUSIC]

You better have my painting.

♪

♪

♪

♪

♪

♪

♪

Is that my painting?

- Of course.

- Let's see it.

♪

♪

I can't believe it!

I never thought I would see it again!

VICTORIA: I'm not much

into the Dutch School,

but I have to admit,

it's rather special.

- Now hand it to me.

- No, uh-uh!

Excuse me, we had a deal.

Release Billy first.

I admire your fortitude, Ms. Spencer.

But I'm afraid I have

to change the terms.

[GASPS]

You have cost me two years of my life.

The only mercy I'm going to show

you is k*lling you before I k*ll her!

I wouldn't do that if I were you.

Stop!

- What are you doing?

- It's very flammable

Untie him, now!

[SHOUTING IN RUSSIAN]

♪

I sure hope you know what you're doing.

VICTORIA: Okay, this

is how it's gonna go!

We're gonna back away slowly.

You're gonna put your g*ns down.

[WHISPERING IN RUSSIAN]

You, handsy guy!

You're gonna follow us to the car.

Victoria? Small problem

Big problem

[VASILY LAUGHS]

I'll take that painting now.

[LIGHTER FLICKING]

I've been waiting a long time for this.

Stop!

Easy.

You're gonna wanna

hear what I have to say.

Who are you?

I'm Special Agent Bryn Martell

from the Interpol Art Recovery Program.

And that painting is a fake!

What are you talking about?

This is Harriet Wingate-Pomeroy,

one of the foremost art

forgers in the world.

She's been working with

James for six months

to create a perfect

replica of "The Alchemist,"

indistinguishable from the original.

- Yes, and I

- Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah!

Harriet, don't even think about it.

We're doing this by the book.

By the book

You understand?

The point is, no one has to die today.

I have the original

"Alchemist" in this bag,

recovered from Harriet's

studio this morning.

[LAUGHS]

And what's stopping me from

just sh**ting you as well

and taking both of the paintings?

You won't do that, because if

I don't contact my supervisor

in the next five minutes,

the police are gonna

lock down this whole area

and trap you like a rat.

How lucky do you feel?

Or there's another option.

I propose a trade.

You give me Harriet and James,

two of Interpol's most wanted criminals,

and 2 million euros,

transferred to my

bank account in Geneva,

and in exchange, I will not

only give you "The Alchemist,"

I will tell my supervisor that

you and I never saw each other.

[SPEAKING IN RUSSIAN]

And how do I know the

real painting is in there?

See for yourself.

♪

♪

♪

[LOUD BANG]

COP: Everybody on the ground now!

[POLICE YELLING COMMANDS]

- COP: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

- COP 2: On the ground now!

[POLICE YELLING COMMANDS]

["SIGNAL" BY LYCII &

DECLAN JAMES PLAYING]

♪

♪

BILLY: Thank you. You saved my life.

It felt like you could use a win.

And you read my first book,

"The Lepidopterist's Liability."

That's how she knew that

Harriet Wingate-Pomeroy

had a duffel bag full of butterflies!

Well, to be honest, I

read the Wikipedia summary

after Candace gave me the book.

But I will read it in full

I promise.

No. Yes, ma'am.

Yes, ma'am. No No, uh

- No, no, not a problem at all.

- [HANGS UP PHONE]

Okay, so they want to

fly me to Ottawa next week

to meet with Interpol

and Scotland Yard.

Huh, wow. I'm sorry about that, sir.

What? No. No, no,

this is fantastic news.

This is the kind of arrest

that's gonna launch my

career to the next level.

And of course, I'll mention how

grateful I am for your assistance!

[POLICE RADIO CHATTER]

I'm so sorry that this

has to end like this.

Me too, but I have to answer

for my role in all of this.

I can't run anymore.

I understand.

Everything on the surface was a lie.

But everything I felt for you

was real.

In all my travels,

you are the place in the

world that I love the most.

[SENTIMENTAL MUSIC]

♪

Will we see each other again?

Who knows what the future holds.

- Billy!

- [CAR STARTS]

[POIGNANT MUSIC]

♪

Alastair, thank you so much!

Zane told me you were

the reason they found us!

I know you risked so much. Thank you!

Victoria, Victoria, I, um

I-I, um

I've been wanting to tell

you this for a long time,

now, I, um

have taken up pickleball, huh!

And we should

we should play!

Okay

Yeah! All right.

[POLICE RADIO CHATTER]

♪

Lucas! I'm so sorry I called you.

I'm so embarrassed. I

I don't know what I was thinking.

I shouldn't have left that message

and I don't know what I

♪

♪

♪

Oh, God.

I'm sorry. I

I should not have done that.

[EMOTIONAL MUSIC]

[EXHALES]

[PHONE BUZZING]

[PHONE BUZZING]

[SIGHS]

♪

♪

[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]

Tread carefully.

You might not like

everything you find in there.

I think I'm ready for it.

Mom, I really wish you

would have told me about Dad.

I would have acted differently.

I didn't realize how much

you sacrificed just to protect

this image that I had of him,

and how much crap you

took from me because of it.

Ah

You didn't deserve that.

That's why I think you

should go on this book tour.

What?

If you don't go, and it's because of me,

then I'm just doing the

exact same thing that he did:

I'm holding you back from

reaching your fullest potential.

But I'm not even sure I want to go.

It's months on the

road, and I have to pack

- all my shoes and

- [LAUGHS]

Even if you don't want

to go, you should go.

What about the agency?

The agency will be

here when you get back.

And I will be, too.

[EXHALES EMOTIONALLY]

♪

[SNIFFS]

Okay, let's not go crazy here

[CHUCKLES]

Thank you.

I'll call Sarita.

Good.

♪

♪

♪

♪

♪

♪

[EXHALES]

♪

[CHUCKLES]

♪

♪

♪

♪

♪

♪