03x07 - Bolero

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How many of you are elitists?

Really? Nobody?

[Laughter]

Those, uh, designer jeans, they really worth 200 bucks?

And you, basketball Jones those customized high-tops make you dunk like Lebron?

[Laughter]

Clever marketing has conditioned us to believe that we get what we pay for.

In fact, researchers at Stanford used an MRI to gauge brain activity while participants sipped samples of red wine.

Guess what they found.

When people thought that they were drinking $5 Merlot, the medial orbitofrontal cortex part of the brain involved with pleasure and reward was minimally active.

But when told that same wine was a $100 bottle of Châteauneuf-du-pape, the pleasure center lit up like the Las Vegas strip, which tells us even though we may not be snobs, our medial orbitofrontal cortices are.

Doc, where are you going?

You have an appointment with Rosenthal in half an hour.

You can cancel that.

I can, but I won't.

Last week, you told me not to let you off the hook.

I never said that. Huh?

Daniel: No postponing, no canceling, no excuses.

I mean it, Lewicki.

NSA's got nothing on me, Doc.

It's a waste of time. I'm doing fine.

Natalie: That's your defense mechanism talking.

You're coping, but you're not making any progress.

Of course I am. I manage my diet.

I-I-I stick to my routine.

Daniel.

Just to be clear, you don't believe you need to be in therapy, but your... hallucination disagrees?

[Scoffs]

That's that's oversimplifying.

You've been coming to me off and on for, what five years?

You're still more comfortable talking to Natalie than you are to me.

You're the one that encouraged me to engage my hallucinations.

Yes.

It's been a helpful technique in managing your symptoms.

But you're stagnating.

You need to engage with real people.

I engage with real people every day with... with Paul and Lewicki and Kate.

That's work. You need to socialize.

That's what I keep telling you.

What are you, in cahoots with him?

Are you... are you two ganging up on me?

Time. This isn't couples counseling.

This is individual treatment.

I'd like you to stop speaking to Natalie.

Fine. You have the floor.

I don't think you're hearing me.

I don't mean I want you to stop talking to Natalie during the session.

I mean I want you to stop talking to her period.

Well, I-I need her. It's exactly the opposite.

Your intimate relationship with Natalie is preventing you from having an intimate relationship with somebody real.

That's... what... what about Miranda?

I mean, Natalie didn't prevent me from... from flying off to Paris and having my heart ripped out.

Because that didn't work out, you're retreating to something familiar.

Oh, bullshit.

Oh, really?

What did you do on Saturday night?

Watched "real sports" with me... Twice.

Get out in the world, Daniel.

Have some fun.

[Indistinct conversations]

[Jazz music plays]

Right there.

Come on, Buddy. You got to mingle.

Don't say "mingle." I hate that word.

Makes me think of bacteria.

Can we please get the hell out of here?

Wow.

She is smokin'.

I want her.

Already sold.

You're gonna have to stick with "dogs playing poker."

But don't you think she's stunning?

I think the paintings are stunning.

I think she's a narcissist.

Where are you getting that?

Look at her facial expression.

She's completely in love with herself.

I totally disagree.

De Luca clearly saw her as the epitome of youthful innocence.

Really?

So why is she so thoughtfully admiring her own breasts?

Well, she's confused and surprised by her burgeoning sexuality, like the virgin Mary.

It's why De Luca chose the same shade of ultramarine blue as Raphael used to paint his "Madonna."

Wow, you obviously know a lot about art.

And you obviously don't know very much about women.

[Guitars screeching]

[Crowd groaning]

[Crowd gasps]

Nick?

[Screeching continues]

Turn that video off!

Call an ambulance. Somebody call an ambulance.

Come on, Daniel. I'll give you a ride home.

No, I... you... you... you go ahead. I'll catch a cab.

Really?

Yeah.

Alright.

I'm... I'm sorry for your loss.

We waited so long to be able to get married, and now...

You think he was in much pain?

I think he d*ed when he hit his head. He didn't suffer.

Did you know that Nick was a photosensitive epileptic?

Of course I knew. So why would you be showing a video like that in your gallery?

We wouldn't. It's been running on a loop for days.

There wasn't any flashing or strobing.

[Knock on door]

Is everything okay?

I think I just witnessed a m*rder.

T-the video was hacked.

That's got to qualify as some kind of cyber crime.

So, what you're saying is that the m*rder w*apon was a documentary film?

I know it's a long way to go to k*ll someone, but...

Maybe it's just a prank.

Well, prank or no, this guy, Nick Perri, is dead.

We could be looking at involuntary manslaughter.

But either way, it's not a federal case.

Oh, if I take my theory to Chicago P.D., they'll laugh me out of the squad room.

Kate: Thank you for meeting us.

I can't imagine how difficult this must be for you.

Who else knew about your husband's condition?

We hold an annual fundraiser for epilepsy research, so a-a lot of people.

Now, did Nick have any enemies?

He, uh, was what you might call a, uh, polarizing figure.

Never afraid to stand up for what he believed in, even if it was, uh, unpopular.

What did he believe in?

Gay marriage, obviously.

But I guess he... he was most vocal about, uh, freedom of expression.

And have any of your exhibits been disrupted before?

The bortell opening a few months ago.

Uh, a group called...

[scoffs]

Chicagoans for decency protested it.

The cops broke it up, but in the middle of the night, one of the demonstrators came back and tried to set the gallery on fire.

It was after then that I insisted we install security cameras.

If you don't mind, I'd like to see some of the footage from last night.

It's drafty in here.

If you were real, I'd tell you to put on some clothes.

Do I look fat to you?

Body dysmorphia.

Uh, y-you really are self-absorbed.

No, silly.

My body's just fine.

It's the one in the middle that's off.

The right leg is so thick. It's disgusting.

Kate?

Kate!

Yeah?

This middle painting is a fake.

That's impossible.

We had them all authenticated before the exhibition was hung.

Of course. It was a distraction.

Daniel, what are you talking about?

This wasn't just a m*rder. This... this was an art heist.

I don't know what you're talking about. They all look real to me.

That's 'cause your brain is filling in the gaps based on what you expect to see.

But upside down, your brain doesn't recognize the image so it can spot the proportions that are off.

See?

Oh, my God.

The thigh is bigger.

You're right.

Kate: So, a thief paints a forgery, hacks the video to induce Nick's seizure.

And then when everyone's distracted, he swaps out the fake for the real deal and makes off with a valuable painting that no one knows has been stolen.

Smart, so long as the thief doesn't want to sell it, since everybody thinks the real "Reclining Muse" is here at the gallery.

Well, you'd be surprised just how many shady dealers and collectors are willing to buy on the black market...

And apparently k*ll my husband to get what they want.

[Guitars screeching]

Kate: There's our thief.

We'll enhance the image, see if we can get an I.D.

Could we see the altered tribute video?

Uh, it's gone. I don't understand.

I'll have our tech guys take a look.

Computers were Nick's arena, along with balancing the books and dealing with the...

The buyers. Oh, God.

What is it?

The gallery has been hanging on by a thread.

Landing the De Luca show was a-a coup.

The sale of the "muses" was gonna get us out of debt.

Now I have to tell the... the buyers one's been stolen.

He's probably gonna cancel the sale.

My investment's in the toilet.

Mr. Singh, only one of the paintings was stolen.

Doesn't matter. It's a triptych.

One goes missing. That's it.

Diminishes the value of the other two.

And I knew I should have taken them out of the gallery the minute I bought them.

So why didn't you?

Those damn gallery owners convincing me that art was meant to be seen.

Isn't it?

I'd rather protect my assets.

Well, you must get plenty of enjoyment out of them that way.

I paid $800,000 for those muses, and my art consultant said they're gonna be worth $2 million in 10 years, so just spare me your smug commentary, all right?

Look, we are developing several leads.

Wait... wait. You know what?

I bet I know who took my painting.

Who?

Josephine Carswell.

That delusional bitch thinks the muses are hers.

[Knock on door]

Well... If it isn't my favorite art critic.

You two know each other?

No.

Yes.

Uh, sort of. We met last night briefly.

Long enough for you to insult me.

I didn't insult you.

Muse: Oh, yes, you did.

You're "the Reclining Muse."

In the flesh.

[Scoffs]

Josephine: "Mia amoruccia"...

I-it means "my little love"...

"fields of sunflowers inspired Van Gogh.

"Monet was moved by water lilies, "but you, Josephine, are my muse.

"My work came alive when I painted you.

"So did my heart.

"Please accept 'the Reclining Muses'

"as a symbol of our love and remember me always.

Per sempre tuo, Vincenzo."

There's the proof. The paintings are mine.

So how did they wind up for sale in the Perri gallery?

Vincenzo and I had 15 wonderful years together in Umbria.

But toward the end, he became paranoid.

He thought I'd met someone else, which was nonsense.

But he left, and he took the paintings to spite me.

Then you read about the exhibit. That must have been a shock.

I called the gallery right away.

Nick Perri said he'd already sold the muses on consignment for Vincenzo's niece, who apparently got them in the will.

So I grabbed the first flight out of Rome and hired a lawyer.

Do you think you have a case?

"Per sempre" means "forever."

Those paintings are mine.

So you thought you'd take matters into your own hands?

Excuse me?

Daniel: Well, she... well, um... during the commotion, uh, last night, when... when Nick had his seizure, somebody stole one of the muses.

It was stolen?

I'm sorry. Yes.

And you think I did it?

No... no, I don't... I don't think we're saying that.

A lot quicker and cheaper than a lawsuit.

I think we're... we're just following up on... on several leads.

My attorney said we were gonna win.

I was gonna get all three paintings legally.

Why would I steal one?

You were pretty quick to jump to her defense.

I just don't think she's our thief.

Based on what?

Gut feeling.

[Elevator bell dings]

Was it your gut or some other part of your anatomy?

[Chuckles]

That's ridiculous.

First of all, she's not my type, and even if she were, I would never let that cloud my judgment.

But the question we should be asking is, why did Graham Perri never mention this lawsuit?

I didn't know anything about it.

I mean, like I told you, Nick handled the business side.

Mr. Perri, you told us that there were black-market dealers who would be interested in acquiring the stolen painting.

Could you tell us who some of those individuals might be?

Um... um, I was speaking theoretically.

I-I don't associate with criminals.

But, theoretically, if you did, you'd be able to command a pretty good price for one of "the Reclining Muses," no?

What are you implying?

That I arranged an elaborate heist from my own gallery and k*lled my husband in the process?

Maybe you didn't mean for him to die.

Maybe it was just a desperate attempt to save your gallery when you realized that Josephine's lawsuit put the sale of the muses in jeopardy.

You're right.

Now that Nick is gone, my financial problems are over...

But not because I sold a painting on the black market.

I'm the beneficiary of Nick's life-insurance policy.

So hallelujah... the gallery is saved.

But if you don't think I'd give up every penny to get my husband back, you're crazy.

[Telephone rings]

Moretti.

Great. We'll be right there.

Cyber just recovered the video that caused the seizure.

[Guitars screeching]

This reminds me of why I hate nightclubs.

Wait. Wait. Stop. Can you go back?

Uh, frame by frame?

There. Right there.

You think it means something?

It's a symbol for "chaos."

Like some sort of a signature?

Maybe.

Maybe a calling card for some group protesting the exhibit.

Graham said they had been targeted before.

Could you Google "symbol for chaos" plus "protest" plus "art"?

There. "Chicago art world."

Could you click on that, please?

"Kaos has made waves recently "with his iconoclastic video installations "decrying the crass commercialism "of the traditional art scene.

"I sat down with Kaos under the condition that I keep his identity secret."

Hmm.

Article written by Teddy Brennan.

My editor told me what happened to Nick.

Such a terrible loss.

Mr. Perri's seizure was used as a distraction for an art heist.

We believe that Kaos was involved.

What does that have to do with me?

Well, you wrote an article on Kaos.

We need you to tell us his real name.

It took me months to land that interview.

You're suggesting I betray his confidence?

Mr. Brennan, Kaos is a suspect in a federal m*rder investigation.

And you're not exactly Woodward or Bernstein.

You're an art critic.

It's still my livelihood.

If I tell you, no one will trust me.

I won't be able to get interviews.

Well, it'll be even more difficult from behind bars.

We'll get a warrant.

Then you can either tell a judge or go to jail for contempt.

[Sighs]

Okay.

Okay.

But you didn't hear it from me.

His name is Jared Tennenbaum.

We're looking for Jared Tennenbaum.

You found him. Neighbors heard g*nshots a couple hours ago.

Girlfriend just got home from work. Poor kid.

I don't know.

[Sighs]

I don't think this one was an accident.

Kate: We believe that Jared's death could be related to the art heist, so any information you can give us might help us catch his k*ller.

Did he have any enemies?

Everybody loved him.

He never made trouble, and he worked all the time.

Your landlord says you guys are three months behind on the rent.

So?

So you needed the cash.

He hacked the video so he could steal the painting and sell it.

He hacked that video 'cause some jerk paid him to do it.

Did this jerk have a name?

Never told me.

Was it the same guy who asked him to forge the De Luca painting?

Forge a painting? Are you kidding me?

Jared never did representational work, never mind portraits.

He thought it was just a bullshit way to immortalize rich people.

One last thing... do you know where Jared was last night?

At home playing Xbox with me.

I can show you the time stamps on his "Assassin's Creed" scores.

If I'd have known he was gonna die, I would have let him win.

Kaos couldn't have been the thief if he was at home with his girlfriend.

So whoever hired him must have stolen the painting.

And maybe forged it, too.

And then k*lled Kaos to cover his tracks.

So we need to find the forger. But how?

Daniel?

Daniel?

Are you okay?

Daniel?

Ultramarine blue.

What?

De Luca painted "the Reclining Muses" with a rare shade of blue paint The same one used by Raphael.

T-the forger must have used it, too.

Can you trace that? Specialty art suppliers, maybe?

I'll make some calls.

[Lounge music plays]

Muse: You play very well.

Thank you.

See?

I'm not such a narcissist.

I appreciate other people's talent.

Well, maybe I misjudged you.

Daniel, what are you doing?

What does it look like I'm doing? I'm playing the piano.

For a half-naked hallucination?

I think she's jealous.

Rosenthal would have a field day with this.

To hell with Rosenthal. I'm enjoying myself.

Just like you did with me in college.

[Playing stops]

What are you talking about?

You were scared to strike up a conversation with Caroline, so you came home and started an imaginary relationship with me.

Well, it worked out pretty well.

Daniel, don't make the same mistake twice.

Look, the real Josephine has made it clear she doesn't like me very much.

You got off on the wrong foot. Go apologize.

Even if I wanted to, she's a suspect in an investigation.

You don't believe that she has anything to do with it.

Don't be such a boy scout.

She's right.

I'd love to see you... in the flesh.

Lewicki!

[Sighs]

I need a lift to the Grand Regent.

You again.

Hi. Uh, I'm sorry to bother you.

I know... I know it's late. I just... when we met at the gallery, I, um...

I didn't realize that you were... you, and I-I-I think I may have said some things that sounded a little judgmental and... and harsh and... and very perceptive.

I'm sorry?

You saw right through me.

I was obsessed with myself when I was 19.

Oh, well...

Your interpretation was pretty impressive, actually.

It was?

Oh.

You want to come in?

Have a drink?

Oh, I-I-I got... Sure.

[Chuckles]

Daniel: So, I guess neuroscience turned out to be a pretty good fallback plan.

Though my first choice was to play center field for the Cubs.

[Chuckles]

But...

Well, I wanted to be a... a principal dancer for the Chicago ballet.

I studied at their conservatory.

What happened?

Vincenzo De Luca happened.

Ah. He convinced you to trade in your ballet tights for a bedsheet?

[Chuckles]

Yeah.

Yeah, he was pretty persuasive and handsome... and passionate.

Had an Italian accent.

Ah, it didn't hurt.

I was dating another art student at the time. Poor guy.

Suggested I, uh... I could make some extra money by modeling for painting classes, which was a big mistake for him, 'cause one day, Vincenzo walks into the studio, takes one look at me, and tells me I'm his muse.

Next thing you know, we're running off to Italy together.

Hmm.

You ever do anything that crazy?

Every day of my life.

Daniel Pierce, do I detect a twinkle in your eye?

I don't twinkle, Paul.

Then what young Max told me isn't true?

What, exactly, did young Max tell you?

Oh, just that I drove you to the Grand Regent hotel, and you said you'd be right back, and then I waited for you to come out until 6:00 A.M.

I demand details.

I am not gonna be fodder for your water-cooler gossip.

And you are fired.

Whatever you say, Doc.

O-okay, so you don't want to share? Fine.

I'm just glad you're getting out there again.

Miranda was a real punch in the gut.

Ah, Miranda was a mistake.

I was trying to rekindle something from 20 years ago.

This is... New. This is exciting.

Well, who is she?

It's the woman from the gallery the other night.

What woman?

I was just... uh, just telling Paul that she turned out to be the... the model from the paintings.

Oh, well, speaking of the paintings, you were right about the ultramarine blue.

Only one place in town sells it, and one guy bought all they had.

Kate: I'm looking for Martin Grant.

He, um... he doesn't live here anymore.

Do you know where we might be able to find him?

He moved into some dump at the corner of Halsted and 19th.

He said the light was perfect.

Is he a painter?

Everything's fine for 20 years, and then out of the blue, he quits his job at the exchange to make art.

He stopped talking to me, ignored the kids.

And then one day, he was gone.

We can't pay our bills, so the bank foreclosed a month ago.

Is your husband aware that you're in financial trouble?

I've left him dozens of messages.

When you see him, tell him he should keep a roof over his kids' heads instead of doing arts and crafts.

[Knock on door]

Special agent Kate Moretti, FBI.

You Martin Grant?

Sir? Are you Martin Grant?

Kate: We checked every painting in your studio.

We didn't find the original.

What did you do with "the Reclining Muse"?

Can I go?

No. You forged a painting that was used in a federal crime.

That crime led to two murders.

Yeah, that's mine.

Okay. Let's start at the beginning.

Why did you forge the painting?

The guy wanted it.

What guy?

The guy.

You're gonna have to do better than that. I need a name.

Hey!

[Knock on window]

I think he has frontotemporal dementia.

It's a neurodegenerative condition, and it would certainly explain his social disinhibition.

You're getting all that from him trying to cop a feel?

For some people, the disinhibition unmasks creativity that... that was previously stunted, which would account for his sudden artistic ability and his compulsion to paint, but if I'm right, he couldn't possibly be the thief or the k*ller.

I mean, he wouldn't have the cognitive capacity to pull off something so intricate.

Well, that's a great theory.

Or maybe he's just a belligerent pervert.

[Sighs]

Atrophy of the frontal and temporal lobes confirms FTD.

So, what... he's not our mastermind?

No, the disease has progressed to the point where his... his mind is stuck on a loop.

All he cares about is painting "the Reclining Muse."

But he can't remember who asked him to paint it in the first place?

That or he has primary progressive aphasia...

Either the nonfluent version or semantic dementia.

My money's on the latter.

In English, please.

Words begin to have less and less meaning, causing... causing the person to use broad terms like "animal" when he means "cat" or... or "fruit" when he means "pear."

Or "guy" when he means a particular person?

Exactly.

But I might be able to get him to be more specific.

Can... can you play music on that thing?

Yeah. Why?

It might help him focus.

[Maurice Ravel's "Bolero" plays]

Daniel: Martin, I know you've been having a hard time with your memory, but I need your help.

Can you tell me who asked you to forge "the Reclining Muse"?

You like the music?

It's called "Bolero" by Maurice Ravel.

He had FTD, too.

Did he die?

Yes, but when he was very sick, he composed this masterpiece.

He had an incredibly creative and productive period.

You can, too.

[Music continues]

Do you remember anything about the guy who wanted you to forge the painting?

Anything at all?

Can you think of his name or... or the way he looked?

Martin?

Please? Any detail at all. Was he fat?

Was he thin? Was he... was he...

Tell me about Martin Grant.

Teddy: Never heard of him.

Really? Well, he sure knows you... every detail of your face, in fact.

You hired him to forge "the Reclining Muse."

You masterminded the art heist.

That's ridiculous.

You knew about Nick's epilepsy so you hired Kaos to make the video.

Then, when everyone was distracted by his seizure, you swapped the painting with the forgery.

Then you k*lled Kaos to cover your tracks.

That is two counts of felony m*rder... life without parole... unless, of course, you didn't intend for Nick to die.

Then be you could get out of prison while you still have a few good years left.

Nick's death was an accident. I swear.

Start at the beginning.

I met Martin at a museum.

He was copying a Rembrandt portrait.

It was flawless.

So you knew he could forge a De Luca?

I showed him "the Reclining Muse."

He fixated on it right away.

It didn't take much convincing.

How did you rope Kaos into your grand plan?

I knew he was broke.

He agreed to hack the video for a few hundred bucks.

[Guitars screeching]

No one saw me take the painting.

Somebody call an ambulance.

I thought I had the perfect plan.

I never thought the seizure would k*ll Nick.

But then you put three rounds in Kaos.

What, are you gonna tell me that that was an accident, too?

Kaos heard about Nick's death on Twitter and panicked.

So he hacked into the gallery's system and deleted the video?

Yes, but he was still freaking out.

He said he was gonna turn himself in.

I tried to tell him that everything would be all right, but he just wouldn't listen.

He kept saying he had to call the police, tell them what we did.

I couldn't let him do that.

It was awful, but I had no choice.

So you k*lled two people for what... a few hundred grand?

You don't understand.

Then explain it to me.

It was my dream... to be a painter.

I was gonna have this brilliant career.

But you became a critic. No wonder you're bitter.

I worked my ass off at art school.

And then one day, De Luca walks into the studio, throws some paint on a canvas, and...

I saw what real talent was, and I knew that I didn't have it.

Muse: Poor Teddy.

That's why he didn't get the girl.

What girl?

What other girl is there?

There's one thing that's bothering me.

You never told us that you knew De Luca.

Oh, he knew him. He knew him.

De Luca stole Josephine away from you.

What are you talking about?

Let him tell you.

She broke your heart, didn't she, Teddy?

That must have been so painful, so unfair.

She was broke... trying to pay her way through ballet school.

I let her move into my apartment.

I got her a job modeling at the studio.

And then one day I came home... and there they were.

So you stole "the Reclining Muse," what... as some kind of revenge?

No. He stole it for love.

Isn't that right, Teddy? You stole it for her.

I heard about Josephine's lawsuit and found out she was in town, so I went 'round to see her.

Can I help you?

Josephine. It's me.

She didn't even remember me.

Teddy Brennan.

Teddy?

[Chuckles]

What are you doing here?

I told her how sorry I was to hear about Vincenzo passing away, and then I poured my heart out to her.

I've thought about you every single day since our summer in Bucktown.

Maybe there's a silver lining to all of this... you and I finally get our time together.

Teddy. I don't think so.

Just spend some time with me...

And you'll remember how good we are together.

Teddy, stop this. This... this is crazy.

I didn't come back for you. I-I came back for the paintings.

I told her that was never gonna happen.

Why not?

Because I know Ravi Singh. He's infamous on the art scene.

I told Josephine he'd never give up on that painting.

He'd hire a team of lawyers, tie the thing up in court for years.

So, you figured if you stole one of the muses for her, she's be grateful and take you back?

So you brought the painting to her.

But it didn't work.

She thought I was crazy.

Told me to take the painting and never come back.

So where is it now?

I b*rned it.

[Knock on door]

Daniel. Hi.

Close the door.

Why didn't you tell me about Teddy Brennan?

What are you talking about?

He's in custody at the FBI.

He just confessed to stealing the painting.

He says he brought it to you.

Well, I-I don't know what he told you, but I wouldn't believe a word of it.

That guy's crazy.

Yeah. Yeah. I know.

He b*rned the damn thing.

He b*rned it?

One of the one of the precious muses that Vincenzo gave you all those years ago... it's It's a pile of ashes now.

Oh, my God.

But, you know, that... it doesn't make sense.

It doesn't make sense.

What do you mean?

I mean, he... he... he loved you.

How... how could he burn you?

Maybe it was symbolic.

He was angry with me for... for rejecting him.

Possibly. Possibly. But I-I don't think so.

I don't think so. Maybe he didn't destroy it at all.

You know, may... may... maybe he was lying.

You think he still has the painting?

Well, you just said he... he was angry at you for rejecting him.

Were... were you talking about 20 years ago...

Or last night?

I-I don't know what...

Oh, my God. He's protecting you.

From what?

[Sighs]

Come on. Agent... Agent Moretti is smart.

She's gonna... she's gonna figure out what I just did.

I mean, right now, she's probably giving Teddy a polygraph.

If it shows up that... that he's... that he's telling the truth about bringing you the painting but lying about burning it, she's gonna show up here with a search warrant.

There's no way I can help you unless you're honest with me.

Okay, Teddy did come here.

He did try and give me the painting, but I didn't take it.

Yeah, I know, and you didn't tell the FBI, either, or me.

Why?

Because I just... I-I couldn't destroy Teddy twice.

The poor guy was... was in love with a ghost.

He... he... he... can you imagine wasting your entire life on a relationship that isn't even real?

I can imagine being so in love with a woman like you that I'd do anything for her.

But I can't imagine trying to win you back by bringing you a painting that would only remind you of somebody else.

Well, you're obviously a lot more in touch with reality than Teddy.

I wish that was true.

It was your idea for him to steal the muse, wasn't it?

No.

Do you not understand?

I'm risking everything by being here.

If you want me to help you, you have to tell me the truth... all of it.

I told Teddy I wasn't interested in him.

I just wanted the muses.

He convinced me to let him in to talk about it.

Teddy: Josephine, I know Ravi Singh.

He's got millions of dollars and a team of lawyers.

He will bankrupt you before you ever get one of those paintings.

It was a cold dose of reality.

I knew he was right, but I just... I-I couldn't let it go.

Teddy, you know everybody, like you said.

There must be some way you can help me get my paintings back.

Teddy: Well, there might be a way I could get my hands on one of them.

Would you do that for me?

If I did... would you give us a chance?

Yes.

So, when he came back here last night with the painting before I got here, did the two of you, uh...

No. Of course not.

I'm not interested in him, Daniel.

So you... you used him.

It was wrong. I know.

I-I just wanted my painting back.

And you used me, too.

You... you slept with me so that I wouldn't suspect you.

No, that's not true. Daniel.

My feelings for you are real.

Then why didn't you tell me the truth?

What, did you... you think I would turn you in?

Wouldn't you?

I'm falling for you. Why would I do that?

So what can we do?

We can leave.

You're leaving, right? We can leave together.

Daniel, I-I don't want to pull you into this.

I'm already in it.

[Sighs]

But we... we got to go. We got to go now.

[Chuckles]

All right.

Beautiful.

You're gonna love Umbria.

The way the sun sets on the hills... it's like a different painting every day.

Agent Moretti.

The painting's in the suitcase.

Josephine Carswell, you're under arrest.

You son of a bitch.

Daniel, I'm so proud of you.

For being a great liar?

No. For putting yourself out there.

Yeah, right. Just like you and Rosenthal wanted.

And what did I find?

A narcissistic manipulator who gets men to steal and k*ll for her.

Fantastic.

I see it as a positive experience.

Yeah, well, it's certainly eye-opening...

And not just about Josephine.

[Sighs]

What do you mean?

Josephine is wrapped up in herself.

And I'm wrapped up in you, Natalie.

I got to find some... some kind of middle ground, you know?

And, uh...

I don't think I'm capable of that with you in my life.

What are you trying to tell me?

I...

I need to ask you to leave.

I've been waiting for you to say that to me for a very long time.

You have?

I have.

Well, w-wait, wait, wait, wait.

This... maybe this is a bad idea.

No. You're doing the right thing.

Daniel: Why are breakups so damn excruciating?

Maybe because everything reminds you of your lover and hence your loss.

Hearing your favorite Smiths song on the radio, eating hot dogs on the lopsided park bench where the first "I love you's" were spoken.

It's no wonder you can't go 24 hours without bursting into tears.

When people see images of their loved ones, the caudate nucleus of their basal ganglia floods with dopamine.

Nicotine and other dr*gs also stimulate increases in dopamine so that when you try to quit smoking or sugar, your brain craves that substance the same way it craves the person who broke your freaking heart.

You'll do crazy, idiotic things to get your fix.

That's because when you're in love, it's not as if you're an addict.

You are an addict... Literally.

And as we all know... going cold turkey is a bitch.