Previously on Angela's Eyes...
Where's the box? What box?
The Anderson family time capsule.
Oh, you mean that thing that we buried
with Mom and Dad when we were kids?
I came here to, uh,
to wish you a happy birthday.
Great, you act like this is a birthday present.
This is our family time capsule.
This is a clue, Ang.
You know, I could never keep track
of how many shirts were at the cleaner's.
Maybe you should check.
See if I left any there.
Oh.
Oh, my gosh.
Are you kidding me?
Angela got some papers from an old Korean cleaner.
They're in a bright red folder.
And I want them.
What the hell are you doing, Dylan?
Nothing.
Cut the crap, dog.
Stealing glances at these papers?
Yeah, that made me suspicious.
Can't we just forget all this?
You're walking out that door,
and you're never seeing her again.
Who sent you?
I can't tell you that.
Jack Stillman. The Fixer.
The I.R.S. says he made $16 million last year
working for media companies, politicians-
And the occasional crime figure.
I understand that I'm a person of interest to you.
Who told you that?
I know everything that happens
in this city, Special Agent.
You interfere with this investigation again,
whether it be paying people to lie
or encouraging them to withhold evidence,
I'll bring you down, Stillman.
Well, you're welcome to try.
But I should warn you that better people than you
have failed.
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Oh, see, now, this is good art.
It tells a story.
Good art has to tell a story?
Can't it inspire a feeling, set a mood?
It's funny.
When Dana and I went to the museum last weekend-
Man, that's the fourth Dana reference today.
That's not-
That's not true.
Really? Four?
Four.
And that already includes two about the museum.
I don't care.
I called the police.
I had no idea the FBI would be involved.
Well, the locals asked us to help.
You know, chances are with a collection this valuable,
it'll end up across state lines.
I can't believe this.
We just opened last night.
Leo, you're not looking at this right.
It's a woman lamenting the fate of her child.
It's tragic.
No, Dozer, you're not getting it.
It's a mother experiencing the joy of being a parent
in the face of danger.
It's uplifting.
It's evidence.
It's a photo of evidence.
Now, if only we knew where it and the rest
of Gus Walker's stolen art was.
So what's next, movie or your place?
How about my place?
Thank you.
Think you could, uh, carry me there?
Are you kidding, I can easily carry
an extra hundred and...
two pounds on my back.
110, but nice save.
What if you hadn't come into Higher Ground
for coffee last week?
You'd be walking all alone right now.
What if you hadn't given me a free coffee,
'cause you dumped an entire tray of iced tea on my lap?
So do we get any more beverage-spilling opportunities
any time soon?
I don't know about the next few days.
My grandfather's coming to town,
so he can celebrate his birthday
with me and my sister.
That's so cute.
Not high on my list
of words I use to describe my grandfather.
He's an international corporate lawyer.
He cares more about work than anything else.
Sounds like someone is dreading something.
Well, he hates me.
So I can think of a number of places
I'd rather be.
Nothing good on the surveillance footage
from the reception.
Unless you consider guests sipping Chardonnay
and eating mini-quiches helpful.
That's Walker.
Staying next to the woman in the hat.
He pretty much spent his time glad-handing
and listening to people "ooh" and "aah" about his art.
That's all we got.
The tape finishes when the party ends.
Maybe it was sabotage.
I mean, Walker's a pretty controversial guy.
Yeah, maybe the theft was a political statement.
Someone did vandalize some of his pieces
at an exhibit three years ago.
Never caught the guy.
Well, the only thing is
that this was his least controversial series in years.
Maybe we should be looking elsewhere.
I don't believe this!
You're telling me someone just waltzed in here
and stole my work?
That's two years of my life, Marla!
Gus, honey, that's exactly
what we're trying to find out.
Mr. Walker, Special Agent Henson, FBI.
What about surveillance, huh?
I mean, there's security cameras here everywhere.
Someone disconnected them.
Actually, uh, they were turned off.
Well, either way.
No, not exactly. No, they weren't broken
or disconnected.
They were shut down by someone with a password.
This was an inside job.
So I'm gonna get to see you sometime this week,aren't I?
I don't know.
I guess that's a yes?
Get your hands up.
Don't-don't shoot us!
Give me the bag!
Now!
Okay, okay. Give it to him.
Give it to him!
The purse. Give it to me.
He's gone.
It's okay.
The receptionist's alibi
checks out.
She was outta here by 10:45 last night.
Same with Marla's assistant.
Her roommate said that she was home all night.
That leaves only two people.
Marla and Gus.
Can you think of any reason
that an artist would want to steal his own art?
Publicity.
There are more reasons for a gallery owner to do it.
Insurance.
Selling the work without having to give Gus a cut.
Maybe you should talk to Ms. Saffer some more.
You can't actually believe I took Gus's work.
What would you believe if you were me?
You have motive, the insurance money.
Or not giving Gus his cut.
Gus and I have been friends since college.
He did me a favor
by showing here.
I would never betray him.
Okay, um, let's say I believe you.
Who else has the password?
Besides myself, my assistant and Gus.
Why would Gus have it?
He's been working around the clock,
putting finishing touches on his pieces
for the exhibit.
He was taking photos as late as last week.
Are you looking for suspects?
I'll give you suspects.
What about the guy who wrecked my work three years ago, huh?
Or what about those jerks
that stole my painting from the museum last month?
Why aren't you guys out there looking for them?
Because you're lying about something, Mr. Walker.
I don't e.
I don't lie in my life and not in my work, got it?
Someone besides me wanted my art
off these walls.
Go find them!
Are you okay?
Yeah, I'm fine. He didn't hurt us.
It's just that I don't think it was random.
What do you mean?
Well, the mugger went for my bag first.
He only seemed to take Sondra's purse
as an afterthought.
You know that thing Angela got from the cleaners?
I think the mugger thought I had it in my bag.
You know, luckily, I didn't.
There's part of it I just-I can't-
I can't figure out.
It's some kind of a code.
Code.
Jerry.
Have you been paying your bills?
Well...
I've moved around a lot.
I haven't had a lot of consistent bills, per se.
But you have a checking account.
You've had one since you were a kid.
mething due on the tenth.
You think Marla and Walker are in on it together?
Marla was telling the truth
about wanting to sell Gus' work.
Maybe Walker had money troubles.
Stole his own artwork
to sell it on the black market.
So he'd cut Marla out of her share?
What do we know about Walker's background?
Anything out of the ordinary? Not so far.
I know Walker's lying about something.
Let's take a closer look at him, okay?
It's funny-
Oh, boy.
Here we go.
What?
Every time you start a sentence
with, "It's funny,"
you're about to segue
into a story about Dana that has absolutely nothing
to do with what we're talking about.
That's not true.
Okay, that's true.
And you've been dressing nicer for the past week or so.
Is that a new shirt?
Yeah, Dana picked it out for me.
You like it? Mm-hmm.
You know, it's funny-
Yo. Yo.
I thought you were out with Sandra, the waitress.
Sondra, the coffee server.
Oh, well, maybe I'd know how to pronounce her name
if you'd introduce me to her.
Stop it.
Well, that's funny that you mention that.
What are you doing tomorrow?
Uh...
Meeting Sondra, the coffee server.
in what, uh, two years?
Three. But, um...
She might be someone special,
so it's important for me that she meets you.
All right, bring her by.
Oh, by the way, Grandfather called.
Lunch is at 12:30.
Day after tomorrow.
Does the guy have to have a birthday every single year?
Come on, Jerry, you're the one that's always
talking about letting go of the past.
He did the best that he could when we were kids.
That's easy for you to say.
You only defend him because he likes you,
and he loves hearing about your work.
Grandpa likes you.
Wow.
It's amazing.
And ironic,if I may say, what a bad liar you are
Okay, so maybe he likes me a tad more.
But that's only because you remind him so much of Dad.
Hmm, I see that you've been looking at the papers again.
Mm-hmm.
You want to tell me what's going on?
Okay.
Don't freak.
I got mugged today.
You got mugged?!
Not freaking, remember?
I think someone's after the papers.
How do you know that?
Just tell me what happened.
All right, since Mom couldn't help you with the encryption,
I went to see Dad today. Yeah?
He said that there might be something
in the time capsule that could help me
decode the papers.
Really. It's-
It's under the bed.
Hello?
Angela. Hey, Leo.
I've been researching our artist.
He's got no money troubles.
No history of illicit or suspicious dealings.
He's clean.
Except for the fact that he was lying about something
Yeah, but what?
Maybe it's time to have
another conversation with Mr. Walker.
I've already thought of that,
but he's not answering his phone.
I guess we're just gonna have to pay him a visit, then.
All right. I'll meet you there.
Okay. Bye.
Okay. I have to go.
Yeah, don't worry. I got it covered.
Save me some food.
Gus Walker? This is the FBI.
Careful.
Guess his stolen art isn't an issue anymore.
Okay. Yes, ma'am.
Why would Walker steal his own work?
And who killed him?
Someone who knew what they were doing.
No signs of a struggle.
Clean shot. It's professional.
I've got another question. Where's the tenth piece?
The tenth piece?
Yeah, there are nine recovered pieces here.
The surveillance from the gallery shows
that Walker had ten photo collages
in the show. So where's the tenth piece?
That was my question.
who's here to pay me a visit.
Special Agent Henson, how are you?
I'm working.
Jack. What can I do for you?
Gus Walker was a friend of mine.
I didn't know you had friends.
Only clients.
I helped Walker out
with an exhibit he had an issue with a few years ago.
Some vandalism, some threats.
Double-speak for hired muscle to threaten
whoever was vandalizing Walker's work.
I made some arrangements.
So what are you doing here now?
Well, I got to know Walker pretty well, so I, uh...
you know, thought you might... use some help.
What's your real angle, Jack?
And don't bother telling me how much you cared about the guy
or what an art lover you are.
Don't underestimate my appreciation
for the finer things in life, Angela.
And don't underestimate my skepticism
of you offering to help.
I'll pass along your condolences.
Fine.
I need to see Walker's files.
And you think I'd disrupt a crime scene for that?
Just hear me out.
When the exhibit was vandalized,
I put Walker in touch with an associate of mine.
Name?
Vincent Fredel.
I promised Fredel that I would make sure
there was nothing compromising about him in Walker's papers.
Angela.
I need a word.
I'm sorry I can't help you, Jack.
But I admire you for trying.
So not only is the tenth piece missing,
but so are the negatives for the photos
that make up that piece.
They're the only ones that are gone.
All the other photos and their negatives
are still here.
So someone was only after the one piece.
And know it's not worth more than the others.
Well, maybe it's not about the value of the piece.
Maybe it's about what's in the piece itself?
Only problem is, we don't know what was in the piece,
because it's gone.
Along with the negatives.
So how do we figure out what it looks like?
Well, that's where I come in.
Okay, I've isolated the missing paintings
from the surveillance footage.
Now I'm going to try and identify
the different photos Walker used
to compose the piece.
Would it be easier for you if we weren't watching?
Yeah, gimme a couple seconds here.
So someone got Walker to use his pass code
to steal the entire exhibit, but it was only a cover.
So they could take the one piece they really wanted.
Why would Walker agree to that?
And who would want that one piece?
Henry Calhoun?
I'm Colin Anderson's son. I swear.
Go ahead, ask me anything.
You could have answers prepared for anything I ask.
Look, all I care about is finding out
what's in the encrypted part of these papers.
Is that all?
All I care about is getting a million dollars
and watching Pamela Anderson clean my apartment
in that red bathing suit.
How about starting with you telling me what you know?
I know the U.S. was paying Russian spies for their secrets.
Alexi Karasyov was one of those spies.
When the Wall went down, the United States wanted
to send him back to Russia, but my parents,
Colin and Lydia Anderson, protected him.
Now they're in prison for the rest of their lives,
and there's something in these papers
that can prove that they were set up.
But I don't know what it is.
Because it's in code.
You father told you
that I wrote the encryption in these documents.
Now, the part that you can't decipher
confirms the existence of a man
who wanted to turn over the spies to the USSR.
There was one man responsible for having the Russians killed?
Yes.
One man behind the entire frame-up?
Who is he?
I have no idea.
Doesn't specify a name.
I'd tell you if I knew.
Okay, these are the photographs
that make up the collage.
But this is the one I'd say we should be interested in.
How come?
Because this is Chameleon.
Chameleon?
The assassin?
Yeah, I remembered what you'd said
about Walker's death looking professional.
So I ran this picture through the database.
Watch.
It's a match.
She's called Chameleon because she can transform
into anyone she wants.
I've seen her.
She was at the gallery on opening night.
She must have gone there to threaten Gus
into stealing his art back.
And once she got her hands on that piece and the negatives,
she killed him.
Uh-oh.
What uh-oh?
Well, she's pacing. That can't be good.
Would Chameleon really kill Walker
just for catching her on film?
You think there's something else?
There has to be.
Such as?
I don't know.
That's what we have to find out.
I hate it when she says that.
Whoo!
Oh, oh.
I forgot you were coming.
Hi. You must be Sondra.
Hi. Yeah, sorry.
I, uh... I brought cookies.
Oh, wow. Uh...
Cookies. Thank you.
I know, that's weird, isn't it?
Is-is that weird?
No, it's-it's great.
It's great.
I love cookies.
So you want to just, uh, come into
the kitchen with me, and we'll get us all
something to drink?
Sondra? Water? Milk?
Uh, I, whatever. Okay.
She's hot, right?
Seems... sweet.
I've been dying to find out
if anything panned out with Dad's lead.
I tracked down a guy named Henry
who encrypted the papers.
He said there was one person
who ordered the hits on the five spies.
One person behind Mom and Dad's cover-up.
But Henry says he doesn't know who it is.
Well, we have to find out.
But how are we gonna-
Damn it.
Let the machine get it.
Hello?
Any closer to finding Gus Walker's killer?
How did you get this number?
Come on, Special Agent Henson.
Why do I even ask?
You really should consider
using me as a resource on Walker.
I don't need you as a resource.
Well, for, uh, someone with no leads,
you're quick to throw away
free information.
What could you possibly know
that I don't already have?
Something I'm unwilling to share on the phone.
Meet me at King Street Lounge in ten minutes.
I'll be gone in 15, along with the info.
I have to go.
But what about- And don't go anywhere.
We're gonna work on this as soon as I get back, okay?
Okay.
Okay?
Would I lie to you?
Um, Sondra...
I'm sorry, I gotta go.
But thanks for the cookies.
Bye. Nice to meet you.
Nice to meet you, too.
So.
You're just here to help me get information
about Gus Walker, huh?
That's right.
Glass of Chardonnay for the lady, please.
Thanks. Come on, Jack.
You don't have any new information for me.
You just want to get
to Walker's files to see if there's anything
in there about your friend Fredel.
Not gonna work.
Come on.
Can't a guy do two things at once?
I liked Gus.
You know, he was a major talent.
Agreed.
The tragedy of this thing
is that he lived in fear
because of how controversial his work was,
but this last series wasn't political at all.
So you followed his career.
Even after you stopped working for him?
I'm not nearly as...
one-dimensional as you think I am,
Special Agent Henson.
Oh, is that right?
You know, that's what Walker
was trying to say with these photos.
It was about the way we perceive one another.
An issue that you are sensitive about.
Maybe.
Are you?
You're wasting my time, Jack. I mean, what'd you do?
Run an Internet search on the guy or something?
I'm interested in his work.
Uh-huh.
Let's talk about this latest series, right?
The photos are reflections of one another, right?
Reflections in lakes, reflections in people's eyes.
Pictures of people taking pictures.
There were, uh-
He was taking pictures of people taking pictures?
Yeah.
I never thought I'd hear myself say this,
but I actually owe you one, Jack.
Thank you.
So you'll be getting me those files, then?
Oh, I'll get back to you on that one.
Dozer, I think I know why the Chameleon killed Walker.
So I'm standing in line, which is already
annoying enough, and this chick-
Are you listening to me?
No, no, baby, I'm sorry.
I just... I got stuff on my mind.
So this chick, she takes a step back,
and she steps on my foot, right?
And...
Yeah?
I'll be right back.
I'm gonna go check my messages.
So, was I right?
Give me a second.
Yep.
Chameleon was carrying a camera.
Shoot it to me.
So she was taking pictures
of a building?
She was staking out the place.
These pictures could've been taken months ago.
Well, maybe not.
Marla said that Walker was adding last-minute photos
to the exhibit.
So she is in town to kill someone.
And this is the site of her hit.
Hey.
I'm-look, I'm sorry. I...
Are you okay?
Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine.
I'm just... I got a lot of stuff to do,
you know?
Can I take a rain check?
Sure.
Catch up with you later?
Yeah, absolutely.
Okay.
Bye.
Are we way off base here?
Maybe we're chasing after something that doesn't even exist.
Has anyone ever told you to stick to your first instinct?
I've heard it once or twice.
I'm sure you have.
I want 'em at least another 15 feet back from the stage.
Officer, hi. What's going on here?
Setting up for tomorrow.
Tomorrow?
Big human rights celebration.
Joseph Dellaman's giving a speech.
The ex-political prisoner?
The rally's here.
He's giving his speech in the square.
Well, I think we found our target.
No.
No, no.
Oh, I'm so stupid.
Oh, Mr. Dellaman.
Hi, Special Agent Henson, FBI.
Thank you for coming.
We're grateful for the warning.
Well, you should know that our people will be
at the rally regardless, looking for
the individual planning the attempt.
Once word gets out Mr. Dellaman
won't be attending the rally,
I'm sure she'll be long gone.
I hope that won't be the case,
but unfortunately, you may be right.
Have a good day.
Jerry.
I said 12:30.
Grandfather's gonna be here any minute.
What's wrong?
Hey.
Are you okay?
What?
The girl was only after the papers.
Sondra?
The papers are gone.
She took the papers?
I tried calling her. The line's disconnected.
I even went to the coffee shop.
Turns out she doesn't even work there.
She totally faked me out.
I don't believe this.
How could you let this happen, Jerry?
Thank you, Miss "I'm in love with Dylan the spy. "
Wait.
I'm confused, because the papers are right here.
They've been switched.
How do you know that?
They're in Russian.
Because I speak Russian.
Sure, Jerry.
Ask me to say something.
Okay, um...
Say, "I've been lying to my sister
about speaking Russian. "
And you wonder why I don't trust you.
I swear to God, sometimes I feel like I know you better
than anyone else on the planet,
and then there's other times
that I-I feel like I don't even
know you at all! I'm sorry-
Why would you keep something like that from me?
Because I wanted to protect you.
I've done some things I'm not especially proud of
over the last five years.
Like what?
There was a time I was running from arms dealers in Tunisia.
I didn't have a weapon, and they were chasing me,
so I- You know what?
Stop.
You're right, I don't want to hear this
right now.
I'm sorry about the papers.
It's all right.
I'm just glad that you're okay.
Great.
Angela.
Yes.
There are things you don't know about me.
But seriously,
there is no question
you are the closest person to me on the planet.
You're all I got.
Ten bucks says lunch
is Grandpa asking you everything about your job
and telling me what a loser I am.
You're on.
Hi.
Well, there's the girl.
Happy birthday, Grandpa.
Sounds like paperwork and pencil pushing to me.
International corporate law
is not as boring as it sounds, Jerry.
There were five heads of state
in the room when I closed that deal
in Taiwan last year.
Wow.
I was just in Taiwan myself.
It's really cool.
What were you doing in Taiwan?
Traveling.
Ah, traveling.
Very lucrative line of work.
Grandfather.
Well...
Just kidding with Jerry.
He can take it.
He's a tough boy.
Like his father.
And you.
Oh, so much like your mother.
Have you visited them?
I've seen them a- a few times.
But Jerry's been
more than I have.
How about you, Grandpa?
You been to see 'em?
I think all know how that would go.
But I think they'd be very proud of their daughter,
hearing that she'd caught the Chameleon.
Unfortunately, we haven't
caught the Chameleon, we've just stopped her.
And when she hears that Dellaman won't be at the rally,
she'll be outta here.
I'm sure that she's evaded capture
this long for a reason.
Explain something to me.
Angela lets an international assassin go free,
and she's a hero.
And I travel in Asia,
and I'm pathetic.
Jerry,
no one said that you're pathetic.
I just meant
that Angela could only do so much.
This Chameleon is a...
Professional.
Master of disguise.
Which makes it difficult to track her down.
Oh, my God.
I'm so stupid.
I'm sorry, Grandfather,
but, uh...
I have to go.
Thank you so much.
And you win.
Leo, we have to get to Dellaman's hotel right now.
Nora, what's your 20?
I'm on my way to the car.
All clear, Mr. Dellaman.
Come on, come on.
No! Get down!
Are you okay?
Well, I guess that's everything.
I can't pretend I'm not torn about selling his work now.
I think you should be proud.
It's a way for him to live on.
That's a nice way of looking at it.
It's all about perception.
Isn't it?
Right. Thank you.
Do you have something for me?
I'm not giving you anything, Jack.
But I did look through Walker's files.
There was no mention of Fredel.
Anywhere? Mm-mm.
Thank you. I owe you one.
No. We're even.
And just so you understand something,
if there had been a shred of evidence
of something illegal you'd been involved in,
I would've busted you quicker than anyone.
I don't doubt that for a second, Special Agent.
Oh, Agent Henson? Yes.
If, uh, ever you need help again,
or maybe you just wanna grab a drink,
don't hesitate to call.
I wouldn't waste my time sitting by the phone.
I never do.
Gone? You're sure?
There's gotta be some way we can get them back.
You have any idea who she could've been working for?
Maybe Simon Laird.
I don't suppose we can put anything
past him at this point.
What about Dylan?
Who's Dylan?
He's this guy Angela was seeing.
This a boyfriend?
He was a plant.
He was very convincing.
And who put him there?
I don't know.
I'm still trying to find that out.
But Dylan
had nothing to do with this.
I'm sure he's no longer involved.
So the papers could be anywhere.
Nice job with the brother.
Man, I wasn't sure Angela was gonna meet you
when you called yesterday.
I don't know what I woulda done
if she'd stuck around.
We would've made another plan.
Like we did after the mugging failed.
Now, I believe you have something for me?
Cigar?
Yeah.
Pass.
It's too bad.
You don't know what you're missing.
Bye-bye.
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