06x04 - Imitation Game

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Detective Jane Rizzoli and Medical Examiner Dr. Maura Isles team up to solve crimes in Boston.
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06x04 - Imitation Game

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[Horns honking]

[Siren wailing in distance]

It smells like feet in here.

And whose fault is that?

Whose fault is your face?

[Brakes squeal]

Enough, you two...

[Objects rattle]

[Sighs] We should've left an hour ago.

Why do we have to go to grandma's?

Theo, you love grandma.

No, he loves Ashley Hammil.

Good luck with that, B.T. Dubs.

Shut up, fart knocker.

Nice! Classy.

Tell me, Theo, what exactly is a fart knocker?

[Brakes squeal, metal rattles]

Kids!

No! I wanna know.

Is that how you're gonna impress Ashley...

Oh. with your extensive knowledge...

Shut up! of fart-related insults?

Stop talking!

Rachel, knock it off!

Should I fart-knock it off, Dad? because according to theo, a fart-knocker...

Gary...

Both of you, stop it!

You're gonna embarrass me at your grandmother's with all your bickering.

Gary!

[Brakes screech, metal rattles]

[Thud]

[Man shouting indistinctly, all screaming]

Gary: Don't look! No! Oh!

[Screaming continues]

Mmm! Chicken!

Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.

[Dog barking in distance]

It's rude to take other people's food without asking.

It's not rude when the other people is your mother.

Morning.

Angela: Morning.

What do you have there?

Breakfast.

I do have eggs, English muffins.

Maura...

[bag rustles]

A respectable fried chicken Sammy is not made on an English muffin.

True.

Thank you for understanding the importance of correct sandwich making protocol.

[Bag rustles]

Ma, where'd you get the fried chicken?

A friend made it.

What friend?

A new friend.

A man friend?

Can't I drink my coffee in peace?

Nope.

Why do you have to know everything?

Why do you have a secret chicken friend?

[Huffs]

Her name is Joann.

Joann.

Joann the... personal trainer?

Hairdresser? Personal shopper?

Waxing specialist?

Joann is the daughter of the man I've been dating.

She had us over for dinner, and she made fried chicken.

Did you know about this?

Nope.

Well, now you know. Happy?

Yes, I am happy. What's with the secrecy?

Janie, I love you, but you are so nosey.

Mmm. True.

Sorry. I was thinking out loud.

Not helping.

[Whispers] No.

[Pot clatters]

[Coffee pot clatters]

It's my personal life, and I don't want any interference.

Ma, that is ridiculous.

Why would I want to interfere with you and...

Morty?

[Whispers] Wrong.

Robert? [Gasps]

James.

Bernard?

Leopold? It's not Leopold, is it?

What, nothing? No name? W-What am I gonna call him?

You're not. That's the point.

I wonder if I should have her followed.

Well, you already seem like you're about to place that chicken leg under arrest.

[Mouth full] It's an accessory.

[Cell phones ring]

[Beep]

[Mouth full] Rizzoli.

Isles.

[Title music]

6x04 - "Imitation Game"

[Car doors close]

You have no idea who he is?


None. He never came by the house. He never called.

It's odd, given how serious it is. [Siren wailing]

[Chuckles] Well, we don't know that it's serious.

Fried chicken is hardly a promise ring.

Yes, but it does indicate fowl play. "Fowl."

I got it.

Okay.

Well, how come his daughter gets to meet Ma, and I don't even get to know his name?

Mm, daughter's probably not as... busy as you are.

You know what?

Just, if he sends flowers or comes by or something, will you please let me know? You want me to snoop.

No, I would like for you to use your impeccable attention to detail.

Look, this guy could be a creep. He could have a record.

We don't know. She could end up abducted.

She could end up ...

Stuffed in a fridge, headed for the city dump.

Exactly.

No I.D. Not in the pockets if what, if I may say, is a very nice suit.

Maura: Hmm. Italian.

Armani?

Not quite.

But did you know that Giorgio Armani attended two years of medical school?

No kidding.

Yeah, he was interested in the human form.

It probably helped his design skills considerably.

His menswear is very body-conscious.

Hey, fashion police, what happened?

Oh, truck stopped short. He fell out of the fridge.

Did you talk to the driver?

Yeah. He works for waste management.

Picks up bulk items. The fridge was on his regular route.

C.S.R.U. is headed for the exact location now.

How long has he been dead?

About 24 hours.

Close range, looks like. Professional?

Seems a little sloppy to be left in a fridge.

Maybe it was temporary. k*ller was coming back.

Yeah, and somebody picked up his leftovers.

You see, people?

This is why we always leave our names on things.

[Chuckles]

I'm searching missing persons for anyone matching the victim's description.

So far, nothing.

All right, see if any security or traffic cameras caught the drop-off.

Okay.

All right. That was your mother.

The plumbing problem at the Dirty Robber keeps getting worse.

You get anything on the driver?

Ricardo Ruiz. No record.

Says he made the pickup yesterday at 9:00 A.M.

Let's talk to shop owners and dog walkers, anybody who might've seen somebody drop off a fridge before the pickup time.

You got it.

Hey, you know, you got some vacation days that are about to expire.

So?

Well, you don't get paid more if you don't take 'em.

Yeah, I know. But what am I gonna do with a day off?

Well, I need somebody to look at that plumbing problem at the Dirty Robber.

[Laughs] Me?

Well, your mother said that you spent your summers handing your dad wrenches under every countertop on the block.

Yeah?

She suggested you take a vacation day and go fix it.

Did she now?

It's not me.

It's your mother. You know how she is.

Oh, believe me, I do.

[Door opens]

Did you find something?

Just a single g*nsh*t wound. .38 caliber.

There was no blood spatter inside the fridge, which could mean that he was sh*t elsewhere.

Meaning we have no idea where.

There's also something else.

[Lowered voice] There's someone here.

[Whispering] Who is it?

Someone from another agency.

Okay, Maura, I've already played the guessing game once today.

It rhymes with... "Left me shy."

Okay, nothing really rhymes with F.B.I.

F.B.I.?

Yes.

That is who's here. Now.

Wha... [Sighs]

What rhymes with "pain in my ass"?

Rhetorical.

[Door opens]

Jane Rizzoli.

Nate Burns.

I see you got a body in a fridge.

I see you're reading our files. May I ask who called you here?

Technically, it was me.

Well, when Dr. Isles ran your victim's prints, it alerted us.

The victim's on an international criminal database, so we've been after him for a while.

Great. What can you tell us?

Name's Yuri Yevtushok, though he has a lot of aliases.

I would, too. What do you want him for?

I'm not at liberty.

Of course you're not.

But you will want access to all the evidence and information that we uncover in our homicide investigation, correct?

Oh, yeah. That'd be great. Thank you.

I believe the saying is, "I'll show you mine if you tell me what the hell you're doing in my house."

Well, all right.

But you first.

What have you got, Dr. Isles?

There were a few cotton fibers on the victim's jacket.

The fibers are dense, heavy grade.

Like from a rope?

The lab is running tests now.

I'd like a copy of those results.

Before I could run prints, I had to remove a polymeric film coating on the victim's fingertips.

Initial tests show that there was a presence of a commercial antiseptic.

Liquid band-aids?

Must mean he was trying to hide his fingerprints.

Cat burglar?

Eh, something like that.

Our victim may be European, based on the implants and the gold inlay crowns in his teeth.

It's a common dental practice overseas.

Czech-born. We think.

Last known address outside of Milan.

Terrific. So we all have the exact same information, gathered in the least efficient way possible. Excuse me.

Burns: Cat burglar doesn't begin to describe this guy.

Yevtushok's a notorious thief, on every most wanted list from London to Shanghai.

So if he was in town...

It was to steal something.

What we know about this guy is that he doesn't pick up a phone for less than $10 million.

So whatever he came for, it's something big.

Now was that so hard?

You're welcome.

[Horns honk]

[Indistinct conversations, car doors close]

He used the word "notorious"?

Yeah, like we're in a western.

Nina's trying to pinpoint exactly when he got into the country.

What about known associates or previous arrests?

Anybody who might help us figure out what he was doing here?

We're on it. The F.B.I.'s fairly certain it's theft-related.

Theft of what, exactly?

Well, that's the problem! They don't know.

Or if they do know, they're not telling us.

Well, if it was theft, maybe he got caught in the act.

Robbery victim kills the thief, panics, dumps the body.

Here, according to the uniforms.

[Screen door opening and closing]

Jane: Here?

The driver said he picked the fridge up here?

That's what he said.

So far, nobody saw a refrigerator here before the time he claims to have picked it up.

The dumbest criminal I know would pick a better spot to dump a body.

Driver's lying.

Where did you really get the fridge, Ricky?

I don't wanna lose my job.

Your job?

You lied to a police officer. That's a crime.

So is obstructing a m*rder investigation.

You want a job?

How does underwear detail at a prison laundry sound, huh?

Sometimes I pick up stuff that's not on my route.

On company time?

We're not supposed to do it.

But people throw away valuables, man.

Like last week, I found a deep fryer.

You know, for, like, turkeys.

Where did you get the fridge, Ricky?

Behind a warehouse on Franklin.

I didn't know it had a body in it!

You didn't notice the extra weight when you put it on the truck?

I use a ramp and a dolly.

I was just thinking about the $150 I was gonna get for it.

Franklin and what?

Redding.

[Pen clicks]

So can I get the fridge back?

[Scoffs]

[Indistinct conversations]

The Light brigade: ♪ And we know ♪

Here you go.

♪ summer's almost gone ♪


All right, what's the verdict?

Call a plumber.

Come on, can't you fix it?

Ma, the pipes behind those walls are like an M.C. Escher painting. Even dad couldn't untangle that mess.

Well, who do you think tangled it in the first place?

Yeah, I know he worked on the plumbing.

You were there.

Listen, I can't spend Korsak's money to clean up a mess that your father left behind.

Korsak's not gonna mind.

Listen. Rizzoli men screwed it up.

A Rizzoli man's gonna fix it.

[Telephone ringing in distance]

Yes. Now see? This is where you dump a body.

Amazing what a guy will say when threatened with scrubbing other men's tighty whiteys.

These were at the crime scene.

What are they?

Upholstery tacks. Used in carpet, furniture... and art canvases.

Well, art seems right.

I doubt the F.B.I. would be sniffing around for carpet theft.

C.S.R.U. recovered paint flecks. Lab has them now.

Canvas tacks. Paint samples. Notorious thief.

You'd think our victim stole a valuable work of art.

And yet, nothing's been stolen.

Or nothing's been reported stolen, anyway.

Mm-hmm. Okay, I'm gonna go check with Maura and see what she found on the paint samples.

If any $10 million paintings go missing...

You'll be my first call.

[Horn honks]

Hi.

Okay, we're thinking this m*rder is connected to art theft.

That would explain the gesso.

The what now?

A primer.

Artists use it to help paint adhere to canvas.

There were traces of it on the fibers I found on the victim's jacket.

So these primer-coated fibers came from an art canvas?

It's possible.

So what, he just rolled it up under his arm and walked out?

Also possible.

Okay, how many museums in the area have paintings that are worth $10 million or more?

Oh. Several. Uh, M.F.A., uh, the Peabody, Isabella Stewart Gardner, of course.

And the Gardner's been hit before.

Famously so. Rembrandt, Vermeer, Degas.

I believe that 13 paintings were taken.

And they were never recovered.

All right, maybe we start there.

Wait, maybe not.

I went over the jacket to look for cotton fibers, and instead, I found this adhesive residue.

It's in a symmetrical oblong shape.

Sound familiar?

Not even a little.

Well, it would had you taken me up on my offer to go see that photography exhibit I told you about.

What, the 20th century crime scene photos?

I ought you were kidding!

No! It was an amazing exhibit.

[Types] And it was held... here.

[Beeps]

The Boston Museum of Art.

Visitors received a lapel sticker in this exact shape.

Though I often put mine on my skirt because the adhesive can damage finer fabrics, like the linen in the victim's suit.

Okay. Well, I think that's the least of his problems.

You're sure about this?

Well, I can send a lab tech to the museum to get a sticker for comparison, but I'm fairly sure.

So he cased the place.

Like a regular visitor.

Then he went back in and stole something valuable enough to k*ll him.

If the Boston Museum of Art had been robbed...

Why didn't anyone call the police?

Here, here, here. Right here.

[Indistinct conversations]

Woman: Good afternoon.

Museum director, please.

He's over there.

Korsak: Thank you.

Jane: Mr. Mullins?

You're the museum art director?

I am.

And judging by the capricious waving of badges, I assume you're Detectives Rizzoli and Korsak.

As I told you on the phone, there is nothing missing.

Well, we have reason to believe that a valuable painting has been stolen.

Not from here.

The theft could be linked to an investigation ...

There has been no theft.

Now if you'll excuse me, I have a benefit to prepare for.

You must have thousands of paintings in storage.

Are you absolutely sure they're all accounted for?

Yes.

Okay.

Would you mind if we took a look at your security system?

Yes, I would mind.

Mm, what about your surveillance footage?

You would have to subpoena that.

How about we just take a look around?

No, you won't.

Is there a problem?

In the art world, the mere rumor of an investigation can jeopardize the reputation of any museum, even one as established as this.

How's that?

Over half our collection is on loan.

Detectives make people nervous, enough to reclaim their works or halt their donations.

And on the eve of our biggest annual benefit? I'm sorry.

If you wanna come in, you're gonna need a warrant.

We're investigating a homicide here.

I know you're not trying to stand in our way.

No, not at all.

But unless you think one of my paintings m*rder*d someone, this conversation is over. Detectives.

[Footsteps depart]

Remind me to halt my donations to this establishment immediately.

Forthwith and henceforth.

Dale Mullins. No priors, unless you count being an uncooperative d*ck.

We think he's in on it?

He had access to a lot of very valuable art.

He could've paid Yevtushok to boost the painting.

He could have a Da Vinci under his bed for all we know.

Financials for the curator and the museum.

They're both doing fine.

No major debt expect for the curator's student loans.

To pay for what I'm sure are useless degrees.

Doesn't seem like a k*ller.

No, he doesn't, but I would just like to think that he is for a little bit longer.

[Telephone ringing in distance]

Thanks.

Burns: Hey, g*ng.


Ah, so what are we thinking here?

Art heist gone bad? Curator in on it?

We're working several angles.

Great. Can I help?

Why start now?

You really underestimate me.

No, you underestimate me.

Now if you don't want to be collaborative on this, that's fine. You take your ball and you go home.

We're gonna solve this case with a little thing that I like to call police work.

Mm. Okay. So I guess you don't want the surveillance maps of the museum?

Dots signify cameras. Security's not great in general.

It's weakest in the storage areas and the large galleries.

How'd you get this?

Well, I heard that you were at the museum today, so I thought you might find it useful.

So now you're following me?

I'm aware of your movements.

No, that's not creepy at all.

And once again, you're welcome. [File thuds]

We spoke to the private security company that runs the place.

They say their systems are functional and nothing unusual has been reported.

So I don't know why you were at the museum today, but by all accounts, there's been no crime there.

[Paper rustles]

He's right.

Which means we're not gonna get a warrant.

So a notorious thief walks into a museum...

Sounds like the setup for a joke.

Or a riddle.

If he didn't steal anything, why's he dead?

Joshua Radin: ♪ Well, we grew up together as friends ♪
♪ we weathered the storms ♪


So?

Are you asking whether or not I fixed those pipes in there?

I'm asking, did you fix the pipes?

Well, the answer is "no."

[Clenched teeth] Frankie!

Because what I have done goes beyond just repairing plumbing.

What I have repaired, Ma, is the past.

I have righted the wrongs of my father.

I have redeemed the Rizzoli name.

[Wrench clatters]

[Laughs] Thank you, sweetheart.

Mwah! Thank you.

You're welcome.

And I'm gonna put a plaque in the bathroom that's got your name on it.

That's okay.

No, I want to.

[Laughs] Better not, Ma.
Hey, uh... how's William doing?

Who?

Your new boyfriend. William.

That ... That's what you said his name is, right?

Nice try, Frankie.

You know, Jane's not gonna let it go.

You should throw her a bone.

[Metal creaking, loud rumbling]

What?! Uh-oh.

What? Aah! Aah!

Aah! Oh!

Oh, my god!

[Both scream]


Ugh! Ugh!

[All screaming]

Give me something!

No! Just get me towels! Towels! Ugh!

Hi. You got something?

Lab analysis.

The samples we tested are from new paint.

What? So modern art?

Newer.

Compounds used to make pigments are specific to certain periods. A chemical analysis clearly shows us what periods that paint came from.

And the paint that we tested, you would find on a shelf right now today.

So he stole something painted in the last couple years.

Well, not much in the Boston Museum of Art falls in that category, and none of it is valued upwards of $10 million.

Maybe the new paint didn't come off of something he stole.

Maura, how would you steal a painting from a world-renowned museum without somebody noticing?

I'd take it from storage.

Yeah. Or you'd replace it with a fake.

Security cameras?

The museum's security is spotty.

They got blind spots in every gallery. A pro could do it.

Plausible.

But how would we find a fake in a museum?

Well, all the paint samples that we did are varying shades of blue. Cobalt blue, to be exact.

And that pigment emerged in 1802.

Gained instant popularity ...

Maura.

Well, I would just look for paintings that had a lot of blue in them.

Then what?

Then there would be tests, comparative analysis.

If I go to the museum, I would be able ... [Groans] the curator's surly enough without us accusing him of hanging forgeries on his walls.

Well, what about Agent Burns?

Maybe they would respond better to a Feder...

Federal bureaucrat who's hoarding information and spying on my investigation? No.

Well, they can't turn away a friend of the museum, can they?

[Piano playing classical music]

[Indistinct conversations]

Oh, thank you.

Okay.

Finding the fake painting is the key to solving this m*rder.

All right? We just gotta find it before Mullins finds us.

19th century. Got it.

Lots of blue. Got it.

[Piano playing classical music]

[Indistinct conversations]

Mm-hmm.

I love the Hudson River School.

You see the roots in European romanticism, and yet, it's so distinct.

The optimism, the grandeur.

The fakeness?

Right.

Detective Rizzoli and Dr. Isles. What a surprise.

Uh-huh. Nice tux.

Oh. You like it?

What I would like is for you to stop following me.

Oh, what do you mean?

I'm a sustaining member of this museum.

Since when?

This morning, the first time you followed me here?

[Cell phone rings]

[Sighs heavily]

We're not done.

Mm-hmm.

[Ring, beep]

Hey, Ma. What's up?

Janie, I've been thinking.

You have every right to wanna meet my new boyfriend.

Great. Okay, um, um...

Thank you. I'm ... I'm glad you came around.

So why don't you join us for dinner?

I have a reservation in 20 minutes.

[Sighs] I-I can't. I'm working this museum thing.

Oh, is that tonight the museum thing?

All right, well, another time.

[Keys jingle]

Okay, you know what?

You're only inviting me because you know I can't come.

That is deceptive, mother. And underhanded.

And, uh, what is it you're doing tonight?

Well, I'm pretending that we're wealthy patrons who ...

It's totally different, Ma!

Yeah. Janie, keep telling yourself that. Love you! [Beep]

[Beep]

[muttering]

Cocktail?

Thank you. [Sighs]

[Whispering] Jane! I found something.

Thomas Moran.

"Tantallon Castle, North Berwick, Scotland."

Well, it certainly is blue. Okay, why this one?

The brush strokes ... they seem halted.

Less musical than his other work.

It's a subtle yet discernible discrepancy.

Also, I don't like the way the canvas fits into the frame.

It's a little flabby.

Flabby?

Well, canvas stretching is an art unto itself.

It should be exact.

Well, maybe the museum had it reframed. They just did a bad job.

Possible, but I believe someone framing real work of this caliber would be more precise.

Is there any way to prove this theory?

Short of sampling the paint, no.

I knew an art historian in Madrid.

I could e-mail him. I'm sure he'd agree that this does not align with Moran's other work.

[Whispers] Damn it.

[Normal voice] Okay, how sure are you?

What?

That this is the fake. Scale, 1 to 10.

It's impossible to put this on a scale.

Maura! Better than 8?

Probably.

Okay. Um...

[Grunting]

[Mouth full] Would you get me another one, please?

Please, I'm so thirsty.

[Scoffs]

Take that for you, ma'am?

Thank you.

[Under breath] I got it.

[Whispers] Got what?

I got it.

The paint sample?

How did you...

Oh, with this.

[Whispers] No!

Well, I hope you're right.

Otherwise, I just defaced a $10 million painting. Come on.

[Gasps]

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

No, no. And we're leaving. And we're leaving...

Nope! We are not looking! We are leaving.

John Allison: ♪ I've been pushing just a little ♪

[Exhales slowly]

♪ but I'm back ♪

Nina: Somebody call for a wet vac?


Hey! Thanks for coming.

This is not supposed to leave the lab, but you said this was an emergency.

We thought maybe it was for a crime scene.

Oh, it's a crime, all right.

My dad charged 1,500 bucks for this job the first time around.

What is he talking about?

I'm talking about the plumbing choices my father made that have left me questioning my entire childhood.

Still confused.

So am I, Susie. So am I.

Is there anything we can do to help?

I don't know. Got a time machine?

Go back in time and urge my mother to rethink her choice of husband?

[Vacuum clatters]

Ahem.

Uh, you guys don't have to stay.

I mean, I'll return this later. I'm sure you have to get back.

Oh, I think Kent can manage the lab for a while.

And I can make time, in case you need any help.

All right.

[Vacuum clatters]

[Both laugh]

♪ don't you wanna feel good? ♪

[Vacuum whirring]

♪ oh, so good ♪


[Telephone ringing in distance]

I ran a comparison of both paint samples.

The first from the scene where the body was dumped... and the second, um... from the fuse-tea-room.

[Whispers] Nothing rhymes with "museum."

How did you get a paint sample from the museum?

Uh... well, I-I was ... I was meaning to tell you that.

Uh, Maura... mm, Maura... um, was at a benefit at the museum.

To which she was invited.

And you were...

And I was her guest.

You know, there...

Mm-hmm. to like the art. So you can imagine, um, how shocked we were when we happened across, uh, a painting that, in her expert opinion, Maura felt was, uh, a forgery.

No, a possible ...

Shut up.

And how did you get a sample of this "possible forgery?"

Well... uh... it was very dramatic, actually.

I-I stumbled...

Stumbled?

And, uh, when I was regaining my balance, I-I scraped...

[Muffled squeal]

Scraped?

I grazed the... painting in question ever so gently.

The results are definitive.

Vandalism?

Wha... No! I would never.

Maura, tell him.

They're an exact match.

Both samples are from current contemporary compounds.

So the Moran was painted with materials that didn't exist in the 19th century.

Yeah, it's fake.

Conclusively.

But wait a minute. Then where's the real painting?

More to the point, where is the k*ller that m*rder*d our art thief to get it?

[Camera shutter clicking, police radio chatter]

Detectives, if I can assist in the recovery of the authentic Moran ...

Security in this museum is a little subpar, don't you think, Mullins?

Is that why you didn't cooperate?

You didn't want us to see how obsolete your system was?

I wouldn't say obsolete.

Oh, please.

The cameras themselves should be on display.

And while you were worrying about your precious donors finding out, a thief figured it out instead.

And now you have a painting that's worth about as much as a velvet Elvis, as opposed to millions of dollars.

20. The... [clears throat]

Moran ... it was worth $20 million.

The placard says it's on loan from an anonymous donor.

That's right.

Who is it?

I have the information on file.

I-I'll go get it.

"This work has been temporarily removed from display."

This work has been temporarily removed because this museum sucks. [Chuckles]

[Horn honks]

[Door squeaks open]

Who is this guy again?

Sam Langdon.

Secretary of public safety.

Since when do state employees own $20 million paintings?

The painting is mine, actually.

Mrs. Langdon.

Mary Hope. Please, come in.

Hello.

Uh, Sam, my husband, couldn't join us, unfortunately, but I can tell you anything you need to know about the painting.

The Moran has been in our family for generations.

Please. It used to hang in my father's study.

Thank you for your cooperation.

I can't begin to put a price on how much this painting means to me.

If it had such sentimental value, why hang it in a museum?

My husband and I felt selfish, keeping something so beautiful where only we could see it.

You're a major patron of the Metropolitan.

Why loan the painting to the Boston Museum instead?

They were having a fund-raiser, and my husband thought unveiling the piece might help publicize the event.

I, of course, just liked the idea of keeping it closer to home.

But you donated it anonymously.

I did. I work for a lot of charities, and I prefer to do my work outside the public eye.

And neither of us wanted our phone to start ringing off the hook.

Art brokers can be... very persistent.

You've had offers to buy?

Yes.

And I've always said the same thing ... the Moran is not for sale, and it never will be.

Anyone have any trouble with taking "no" for an answer?

Well, one collector kept upping his offer.

It got ridiculous. He went to $40 million.

We'll need to talk to him.

[Exhales] Okay. I'll get you his name.

[Elevator bell dings, doors open]

Thanks for calling.

My team is running down the art buyer who made repeated offers on the Moran.

Maura says she's got something, and I could really use your help.

Now... was that so hard?

The anatomy of a fake painting.

Actually, two paintings.

The x-Ray revealed a second painting underneath the forged image.

And the bottom painting is authentic.

Like a hundred years old?

More like 150.

That's pretty common.

An older canvas makes the work seem authentic.

Easier to pass off.

So this guy knew his stuff.

They usually do.

Listen, forgers are extremely skilled painters, but for some reason can't break through with their original work.

Maybe the forger's behind this whole thing.

Uh, fake the painting and k*ll the thief?

Well, he sells the original on the black market and moves to an island, paints sunsets all day.

Or it's the wealthy collector who wants what he can't have.

Hired the forger and Yevtushok to lift the original.

All right, well, I'll have Nina look into it.

There can't be that many people our there that are this good.

I already checked the FBI art crimes database.

Nobody popped.

You have an art crimes database?

What?

We didn't get a hit.

You could've told me that.

I also have a schnauzer named Flearoy.

Does it help our case for you to know that?

[Whispers] Nobody cares about your schnauzer.

[Footsteps depart, door opens]

Flearoy?

[Telephone ringing in distance]

[Computer beeps]

[Typing]

[Beep]

You wanted to see me? I'm trying to track down the artist who painted the original painting.

If we figure out where the painting came from, we might be able to find out who had access to it.

The forger.

Right.

The original artist's initials are pretty faded on the x-Ray image.

Right now all I know is the last name starts with "S."

That's not much.

You're the only art school graduate in the building. Any ideas?

Well, the lab found cadmium yellow in the under-painting.

That pigment wasn't really widely used until after 1840 or so.

Okay.

And the frame that the canvas was stretched on is made of American white oak, which grows most predominantly in... well, America.

American. [Typing] 1840.

Last name "S."

This might just be the art school talking, but in my opinion, the artist is very heavily influenced by Thomas Cole.

A lot of the painters of that period were.

But if this guy was a protégé of Cole's, he might have studied at the National Academy, which Cole founded.

It's worth a sh*t.

[Typing]

[Beeps]

William Louis Sonntag, Sr.

National Academy, 1849 to 1851.

Think that's him?

If it is, his work would be worth something.

Can you search for works of his in collections around the country?

[Types]

[Beeps]

[Beep]

There's one at the Museum of American art in Bennington, Vermont.

[Beep]

"Duck hunters on the Ohio river."

That's it! I don't see any ducks.

Museum records say it was acquired at auction in 2003.

Never went on display, so it's been in storage ever since.

So whoever took it knew the museum wouldn't miss it.

Until now. Nice work, Chang. [Laughs]

[Bell dings]

[Telephone ringing in distance]

Detectives.

We found the art lover you were looking for.

The one who kept offering to buy the Moran?

He's a tech billionaire. F.B.I. stopped his plane at o'Hare.

He was on his way to Copenhagen.

Korsak: He happen to have a painting on board?

No, we searched everywhere. Either he doesn't have it...

Or he's already unloaded it.

So only way to know that is to find the forger.

These are all the employees who would've had access to the painting at Bennington.

Auction house reps, archivists, couple of researchers.

We're looking at all of 'em, but this guy... didn't show up for work yesterday.

Charlie Ganz.

Used to do restoration work at Bennington.

Now he's an adjunct art professor at a Community College.

Frustrated artist relegated to teaching 'cause nobody buys his stuff.

Yeah, the only art he can sell are forged master works.

I bet you 20 million bucks this guy k*lled our thief, or he can lead us to who did.

Listen, in case I don't get a chance to tell you...

You're welcome?

[Pats back]

[Tires and brakes squeal]

[Dog barking in distance]

Korsak: Charlie Ganz?

[Dog barking]

Korsak: Clear!

Clear!

Something's burnin'...

Frankie: I'm going up!

That looks like the wire from our painting.

Somebody just had a $20 million bonfire.

Who burns a $20 million painting?

Yeah, he wanted to destroy any evidence of his involvement.

He's probably trying to find a way out of the country right now.

With documents I bet he knows how to fake.

All that money.

It's front page news now, which means Charlie Ganz knows we know about the forgery, and we've been asking about him at the Bennington Museum.

And it's a lot harder to sell a painting the whole world knows is missing.

Yeah, and if we catch him with it...

Yeah, painter's hands aren't exactly an asset in federal prison.

He kills a guy to get his hands on the thing, And then he torches it as soon as he knows we're on to him.

Why would he do that?

We'll ask him all about it when we run him down.

Interpol knows he's on the lam.

I don't think he got that far. His car was seen at the harbor marina.

I found a slip rented in his name.

What, he's gonna sail away?

Get this address to Jane, have her meet us there.

$20 million.

[Lowered voice] Slip 7.

Burns: Boat's still here.

Jane: Boats and g*ns is a bad combo.

Charlie Ganz?! Boston police!

Come out with your hands on your head!

[Boat creaks, buoy bell clangs in distance]

Damn it.

It's a su1c1de.

[Sighs deeply] .38.

Just like our dead thief.

Frankie: He knew we were on to him.

If he wasn't going to federal prison for art theft, he was gonna do life for m*rder.

Wha... su1c1de's better?

Well, I guess you could say he... painted himself into a corner.

I'll call it in.

You know, I feel sorry for the guy.

What?! Why?

Well, he's a forger, right?

Nothing he did was original.

Even this is just a bad Van Gogh rip-off.

I don't think Van Gogh had a .38 Special.

Just for the record, I like it when we end the investigations, not the bad guys.

[Toilet flushes]

Ladies and gentlemen, the bathroom is fixed.

Whoo!

To my brilliant son ... twice the plumber his father was. [clink]

Cheers. [Chuckles]

Mmm.

All right, so how'd you do it?

What? I had a lot of help. Ma, Nina, Susie.

No, no, seriously. Like, where... where was the problem?

The gasket? Gate diverter? Diffuser?

Oh, this and that.

How much you pay for your wye fittings? About 30 a piece?

About that, yeah.

Last I checked, they were a couple bucks a pop.

Jane, what's with the third degree? He fixed it, didn't he?

Did he? [Sighs]

[Receipt rustles]

"Speed n' Easy Plumbing Services."

[Whispers] You called a plumber?

Ma, the pressure was too much.

Literally, the pipes were about to burst.

It was my last resort.

I happen to agree with Frankie's decision.

You do?

Yes.

You simply employed the principle of Occam's razor.

I did?

[Laughs] Yes. in States. That sometimes the best solution is to put down the plunger and pick up the phone.

Okay, Occam, schmaccam. Uh, 842 bucks?!

I'm sorry.

It happens.

So I hear there's a new man in the picture.

Okay, not you too.

Hey, I'm not prying. {*}

I'm all for full privacy in your personal life.

Really?

Yeah, what you think I don't bring Kiki around? They're like vultures.

Oh. I am so glad to hear you say that.

Anytime. I hope it works out.

Me too. I mean... I don't know if it will... but if it does, we could always double date... you and Kiki, and me and Ron.

A-ha!

Aaaa!

It's Ron! Ronny.

Rono? [chuckles]

Ron. [laughs]

Mm-hm. Now I need his last name.

Smith?

Jones? [laughing]


McGullikaty?

She'd put you up to this?

I'd take the fifth.

I'm gonna need one.

Stein? Burg? Steinburg!

I can do this all night, Ma.

Unbelievable.

Now?

Ronald McDonald? Yes!

Frankie: Why don't you just tell her?

Angela: You are so...
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