♪♪♪
Zara: Come on, Max!
Almost there!
- Oh! You said that 20 min ago.
Woo!
Oh my God!
- Hi. - Hi.
- Can I get ah,
ooh, can I get a hot chocolate? - Whipped cream on that?
- Yeah. Go crazy.
- For you?
- Oh, I'll just have a water please.
- Oh, come on.
You really know how to make a girl feel good about herself,
you know that? - What are you talking about?
- You're like superwoman. - Oh stop!
- What? You're a kick-ass ex-cop.
You've got a husband and two kids,
you're great at your job
and you run five miles every day.
- And you are brilliant and beautiful
and you have your whole life ahead of you.
You've got nothing to feel bad about, Max.
- Thanks. - Ever.
- Maxine? It is you.
How long has it been?
- I don't know - six months?
- Zara Hallam.
- Um, sorry, Zara, this is my um,
my friend...
- Reynolds Baker. - Friend. Oh.
Well, I'll let the two of you to catch up.
- Thank you. - Wow.
- Sorry about that, Dr. Baker.
What are you doing in Montreal?
- Giving a lecture at McGill.
What are you doing in Montreal?
- Oh well... I... um...
I-I live here now.
Yeah. I got that job at Eric Beaumont at Crisis Resolution.
I know you think that's a bad idea.
- Not my place to judge, Maxine.
Only to observe that this might be an unhealthy response
to your mother's death.
- It's going really good, though.
Eric and his team are amazing.
And... I really feel like I'm really helping people.
- Do you and Mr. Beaumont ever talk about things?
Barista: Your drink.
- Yeah. Not really. We're so busy all the time.
- You wanted answers, Maxine, about your mother's death.
- I got some already.
- From who?
You're not talking to Damien Dalaine?
- Sorry to interrupt. Art theft in Toronto.
Ransomer is asking $4 million by noon.
- Oh, okay.
I gotta run. It was good to see you.
Oliver: Nice place. Zara: But no time to enjoy it.
- $4 million for the safe return of the paintings,
Turn this on 12:00 p.m. That gives us three hours.
- Why steal a collection of paintings,
only to ransom them back to the owners?
- Fast buck?
- No faster than the black market.
- Unless they don't have the connections to fence the goods.
- Art thieves without a sell-on strategy?
- Well, maybe they're first-timers. Opportunists.
- Hard to believe first-timers would know
there was ransom insurance. - Well, they might.
- How much did Nathalie insure these paintings for?
- Their book value. $4 million.
I'm-I'm sorry, not-not being funny.
But $4 million for paintings like this?
- Didn't realize you were a critic, Maxine.
- Well, you can share your both of your opinions
with the Art Gallery director.
- Oh, that'll be room service with my latte.
- Better make it quick.
Eric: Oh, nice place.
How is their record for security?
Zara: Spotless.
They've got a 4-Tech system.
Motion sensoring, pressure plinths,
vibration tags. Round the clock monitoring.
- If it's so good,
how come private security didn't arrive
until after the thieves had escaped?
- Because the thieves were fast?
Nathalie: Good. You're here.
- Hey. - Hi.
- Hi. Eric Beaumont, negotiator.
Gwyneth Davenport, gallery director.
- We appreciate your discretion, Mr. Beaumont.
- Of course.
- The stolen painting were on loan from Isabelle Kalish.
Our gallery has hosted collectors
and their paintings for over 50 years.
If word got out that we were careless in some way...
- Just to clarify, Ms. Davenport,
the police have not been notified about the theft?
- Well, Nathalie assured me that you could negotiate
the paintings' return without the police.
- Oh, that's the plan. Yeah.
- It would help to see where the paintings were taken.
- Yes, of course.
Please. This way.
- I'll grab the equipment. - Hm.
You have something to tell me?
- What do you mean?
- Come on, Nathalie, I know my wife.
- Ex-wife. - Not yet you're not.
Your people already briefed us. What are you doing here?
- I pushed to insure these paintings.
Over my supervisor's objections.
- Now you're being held responsible?
- Personally.
- For a $4 million policy.
- So if I don't get these paintings back
you lose your job? - No pressure.
- There's something else.
Something else is wrong.
- No. Nothing else.
♪♪♪
Gwyneth: The exterior doors were undamaged.
This is the only sign we even had a break-in.
- Maybe they hid somewhere in the gallery after closing?
- The alarm was triggered at 2:02 this morning?
- Yes. That's right.
- Yeah. And your security team responded
in less than five minutes.
- Pretty fast, but not fast enough.
Oh. CCTV did catch a glimpse of one of the thieves out back.
- Can we see that footage? - Yes. Of course.
- Were these all here during the break-in?
- Yes.
- The only paintings that were stolen belonged to Ms. Kalish.
- Well, her collection was nearest the door.
I guess once they triggered the alarm
they took what they could and ran.
- Was anyone here last night?
- Just Jasper. - Jasper?
- Yes, he's always here.
Jasper Edwards, he came to the gallery three years ago.
He's the most brilliant restorer I've ever come across.
He has no family, no life outside of this room.
Excepts when he goes to the burrito stand two times a day.
He puts his shoes on for that.
- Does he have autism?
- Well, he's on the spectrum.
- Hm. Painting makes sense.
Obsessive, laser-sharp focus.
Tendency to have high levels of processing on certain patterns.
- Would you mind if I spoke to him?
- No, of course not.
Just be careful though.
He doesn't really like strangers.
- Okay, I understand.
But please call me as soon as you get the results.
Thank you.
- Hey.
Everything okay?
- My mother's sick.
- I'm sorry to hear that.
Is it serious?
- Oh, sorry, that was unprofessional of me.
- No. Nathalie, it's fine.
We've known each other for a long time.
- Don't tell Eric. Please.
- Okay.
Can I ask why though?
I mean, I know he'd love to help if he could.
- Just don't tell him, okay? - Yeah.
You got it.
♪♪♪
- Are you the police? - No,
- I don't like police.
- My name's Eric.
- My name's Jasper.
I didn't see anyone take the paintings or hear.
I had my headphones on.
- I liked the music you're listening to.
Mozart, isn't it?
You're waiting for me to leave. Okay.
- I like to paint alone.
♪♪♪
- You have a lot of tubes of this one.
What color is this, Jasper?
Is it ocher...
ocher light?
Naples maybe?
- I call it yellow.
- So it is.
- You've got some on your watch.
- Yes I do.
- The thread from the bit that drilled through the lock.
Clockwise or counter-clockwise?
- Clockwise.
- That's right.
Drill bits rotate clockwise.
So the shavings should have landed on the outside.
- So this lock was drilled from the inside?
- Yeah. Looks that way.
- So how did they get in here?
- And why did they drill their way out?
Maxine: Is this her house? Zara: This is it.
Oliver: The stolen paintings have been
in Isabelle Kalish's family for three generations.
Maxine: She kept $4 million worth of paintings in there?
- Well, I read, this used to be one of the nicest neighborhoods
in the city.
Zara: And it's been their family home for generations.
But Ms. Kalish is in danger of losing it.
- Why?
- Well, apparently her teacher's salary
doesn't cover payments on there refinance loans.
- Yeah. I bet $4 million would.
- Button cam, really?
You don't suspect she stole her own paintings, do you?
- I suspect everyone.
This is Zara Hallam, intel.
- Hi. - Hi.
- Oliver Yates, profiling. - Hi.
- And last but not least. Maxine Carlson...
- Art exert. - Isabelle Kalish.
I can't tell you how much I appreciate
your coming, Mr. Beaumont.
- Oh, not at all.
I gather you normally hang the paintings here.
Before you loaned them to the gallery.
- People think I'm crazy,
but it just doesn't feel like home without them.
- And had you ever loaned the paintings out
for exhibition before? - First time.
And now this happens.
- And why did you decide to loan them out now?
- When the Gallery first approached me, I said no.
But when I thought about it, I realized
that I was betraying my grandparents' memory.
They were dedicated collectors.
- Betraying, how?
After the war, they discovered that one of their paintings
was stolen from a Jewish family fleeing the Nazis.
It turned out the painting was a "Rubens",
worth over $10 million.
And my grandfather tracked down the rightful owners
and gave it back. So if he could do that,
I thought the least I could do is share all this
beauty with the public.
- It'll be helpful to know if anyone's ever tried
to acquire your collection, Ms. Kalish.
Sydney: Well, Isabelle's had many offers.
But she'd never sell it.
- This is Sydney Graves. My fiancé.
- Yeah. I mean, $4 million is a lot of money, Ms. Kalish.
- Oh. Don't think I haven't told her that.
- What those paintings mean to me is beyond value,
I wanna pass them on to my daughter,
like my grandparents and my parents passed them on to me.
Eric: Can you bring up the paintings
in Mr. Kalish's collection? Oliver: Here you go.
One minute to call.
Looking for something. - Mhm.
- Eric Beaumont, Arnaud Castel.
- It's Arnold, please. - Hi.
- Arnold's the one who valued the collection at $4 million.
- Ah, you only do value appraisals.
- Authenticity determination as well.
11:59. One minute early.
- Okay. Everybody settle.
This is Eric.
Synth voice: Who are you, Eric?
- I'm a negotiator and I would like to give you what you want.
How does that sound?
Synth voice: Do you have $4 million?
- Well, $4 million is a lot.
Even if the insurance company were willing to pay,
it would take time to get that kind of cash.
But I could give you $400,000.
Synth voice: That offer is not enough.
- So you're saying you wanna sit on this for a week,
maybe two. Give the police time to track you down?
I think that you want as much money as you can get,
right away, so this is over.
Am I right?
Synth voice: I need more.
- I'd really like to help you with that.
But I agree. $400,000 is not enough.
Let me see if I can persuade the insurance company.
Up to 600 okay?
I've twisted their arm and got you another fifty grand.
So that's $450,000.
Synth voice: We wanted $4 million.
- But you're getting $450,000 with no police.
That's not bad for a day's work.
Synth voice: I'll forward payment instructions.
- Well, you were quite right about Mr. Beaumont.
- I'll arrange for the cash.
Thank you, Eric.
- That was easy.
- Too easy.
Something is wrong.
- Okay. CCTV picked up the figure leaving
at 2:03 this morning. - One minute after the alarm.
- So someone opened the door for the intruder
from the inside, drilled through the lock...
- Trying to make it look like a break-in.
- Yeah.
Looks like it's Jaspers burrito time.
- Help! Help! - Hey!
- Wait! - Stop!
Hey! Hey-hey!
- Agh.
- Are you all right?
- Yeah.
- I couldn't get a proper shot.
- That yellow look the same to you?
- Jasper has been kidnapped.
Max got partials on the driver.
- I'll run facial recognition.
- Who would want Jasper and why?
- Okay. Here we go.
- Who would want to kidnap Jasper?
- Well, someone who needs his expertise.
- You think this is connected
to Ms. Kalish's stolen paintings?
- Or it's an awfully big coincidence.
And I hate coincidences.
Can you check Jasper's room.
- What am I looking for?
- Well, for anything that shows us how he's mixed up in this.
- Come with me.
♪♪♪
Drita: It's true what they say about you, Jasper.
The work you've done for us is the best I have ever seen.
Now we just need you to do the rest of the job. Hm?
The easy part.
- We don't have time for this.
We don't have time for this!
Jasper: No touching! No touching! No touching!
Eugene: I hear there is a genius brain in there.
Be a shame to spill it!
- Hey! Scaring him doesn't help, uh!
Hey! Shh, shh, shh.
- Look, our buyers are not gonna wait around for long.
- Yes, yes. I know.
Leave us, baby.
- It's just you and me now.
Everything will be all right if you start working.
- Hey, we need to move fast for Jasper.
You got anything?
- Yeah, it's gonna take forever to get an ID from these.
- What did Nathalie tell you?
- What did Natalie tell me about what?
- Well listen, you don't wanna betray her confidence.
I get it. But she told you something.
Was it... was it about Evie?
Hmh.
- I know somebody is ill.
Her sister or mother.
I'm gonna go with sister.
- Mother.
- Thanks, Ollie.
- No laptop. No computer.
- But I found Jaspers phone.
No Contacts. - Hm.
- Yeah. People with autism can be isolated,
find it difficult to form relationships so.
Zara: Boulder Creek.
- Oh, could be a school, camp maybe?
- Boulder Creek special education program.
- Maybe he was close to someone there.
Like a teacher, mentor... something like that.
- Exactly like that.
Sydney Graves is not only Ms. Kalish's fiancé,
but was Jasper's teacher.
- That's how Isabelle met him.
They're both teachers.
Okay.
Sydney: Well, Isabelle's had many offers.
- Isolating the audio profile of Sydney's voice
from Eric's button cam,
alongside the disguised voice from the phone call.
Synth voice: That offer's not enough.
Oliver: Isolating the word 'offer'.
Voice: 'Offers, Offers.'
- Same intonation. Same tone.
Exactly the same pitch.
- So that's a match?
Sydney stole his fiancée's paintings.
- He persuaded Jasper to let the thieves into the gallery.
- But why steal them when they're on loan?
He could've taken them from their home at any time.
- And why kidnap his own former student?
- $450,000. It's all there.
- Do we have the instructions for the exchange?
- Yeah... came in a few minutes ago.
Downtown swanky hotel, Room 2610.
8:30 tomorrow morning. Why?
- Let's have that appraiser meet us there.
- You're going through with this?
- Nathalie insured those paintings.
It's our job to get them back.
- Is everything okay? - Of course.
♪♪♪
Synth voice: Put the briefcase on the bed,
then open it.
There's a safe in the wardrobe.
The code is - 1961.
They key is to the room where the painting are.
When the money is in the safe I'll give you the room number.
Maxine: This one's legit too?
- "Improvisation" by Niko Korbinian.
1933. No doubt.
- And this is the last one.
- Ah, it's my favorite.
"Formation in Yellow" Rrok, 1949.
- Listen, we can take it from here.
Go be with your mother.
- You should've told me, Nathalie.
- This is my life, Eric.
- I'm just trying to make it easier for you.
- I didn't ask you to.
- What's wrong with Irene?
- They think the cancer's back.
- Well, I can confirm the authenticity
of all nine canvasses.
These are the Kalish paintings. Eric: Thanks, Arnold.
- Fine. I'm going.
- You know how much I love you.
- See. Got what you wanted again.
- Thank you, Mr. Castel. We really appreciate your help.
- Of course. And well done, all of you.
- What the hell is going on? You paid when you knew.
Ms. Kalish's fiancé was involved.
- Oh, Mr. Castel is right. These are the real paintings.
All except for this one.
They got Jasper to forge it.
- How did you figure that out?
- Well, from the half-dozen empty tubes of yellow paint
in his studio. - So he fooled the appraiser?
- Either that or Mr. Castel is in on this
with Sydney Graves, Isabelle's fiancé.
- How are we gonna prove that?
- I'm not sure yet.
But I am pretty sure that Jasper's life depends on it.
- You stole my grandmother's paintings?!
- It's not that simple. Please, would you just...
- Oh my God!
- For what it's worth, he's telling the truth, Ms. Kalish.
It's isn't that simple.
- You see!
- He only intended to steal the paintings from the gallery
long enough to collect the insurance money.
- I did it for you... and for her.
- Why?!
- Do you really need to ask?
We can barley cover our expenses.
And I know that you'd never sell those paintings.
- You betrayed me, Sydney!
And I can't believe you used Jasper for this.
- Whose idea was it, Mr. Graves?
Yours or Mr. Castel?
- Mr. Castel's.
So he has the $450,000 that we left in that safe?
- He said that we would split it.
- Yeah. Mr. Castel has double crossed you, Mr. Graves.
He used you to get to Jasper.
- You wish you are back home, I bet.
I know how that feels. - Sorry to interrupt.
But if he don't get on with it. We're gonna loose millions.
Just a reminder.
- You know, Jasper,
you can go back anytime you want, hm.
All you got to do is finish this.
Call Mr. Castel.
- Not all the paintings were returned.
"Formation in Yellow" is a forgery
Jasper Edwards painted for Mr. Castel.
- And why would he get Jasper to do that?
- Jasper still won't work.
And we're running out of time.
- If he doesn't work then we move on then.
- Yeah, well, he won't listen to me.
- You got him to paint before, right?
- He's too scared. - Okay. Then this is over.
- No. Wait. Wait. Wait.
I know someone who can talk him into anything.
- Yeah. - Well, then call them.
- You know, I think...
I think the value of my role has been under represented.
What?
- I delivered you the painting and Jasper.
And now you still need my help.
Ten percent hardly seems fair, does it?
How is 25 percent?
- Okay.
25 percent it is. - Yeah.
- It's Arnold Castel.
What do you want me to do?
- Take the call.
Nothing's changed just talk to him.
- Yeah.
What?
Yes, I will-I can talk to him.
Okay. Yeah.
Yeah. All right I'll see you there.
- Well done, Mr. Graves.
- Jasper's refusing to work. He wants me to go persuade him.
- I don't understand,
you're saying they still have the real.
"Formation in Yellow". - That's right. Yeah.
- So Arnold must made Jasper paint the copy
that they returned.
- And now they want him to do what?
- That's what we need to find out.
- "Formation in Yellow" is the least valuable piece
in the entire collection.
- Oliver and Zara.
Facial recognition came through.
They've identified the woman the woman driving the van.
Eric: Drita Jakupi. Kosovan national.
Specializes in the illegal artifact trade,
Specifically finding Nazi-looted art to order.
- Nazi-looted art? I don't understand.
- I suspect the real "Formation in Yellow"
isn't part of your collection, Ms. Kalish. It never was.
- It's a forgery,
hiding a much more valuable painting.
- The "Rubens"...
- And Arnold used me to help steal it for him.
- And now they need Jasper to remove the forgery
and restore the old master underneath.
- My grandfather never returned it to that Jewish family.
He hid it.
From all of us.
- Well?
- I uh, I called him.
- Yeah. So is he coming?
- He is. No worries.
- Great.
Then we don't need you any more, do we?
♪♪♪
- This is the place? - Yeah. This is it.
This is the address where he said I have to meet him.
So all I have to do is get Jasper
to start restoring the "Rubens"?
- As long as he's useful to his kidnappers, he's safe.
- What about me?
- If you're the only person who can get Jasper to work,
they need you, too.
- Okay, but what about when he's done with the paintings?
- Well, then we get you out of there.
- Hey, that-that's the van that took Jasper.
Sydney: Who's that?
Zara: I recognize him.
That's the man who kidnapped him.
- You've never seen that man before, Mr. Graves?
- Never.
- Change of plan. - What?
- Give me your shirt.
- Whoa. What happened?
- Arnold is dead. That man killed him.
Man: Front desk. - It's Ms. Denard.
Can you order a taxi to the airport please?
- There's a car waiting.
A Mr. Beaumont ordered it for you.
- Th-thank you.
- Come on, Sydney.
Hurry up.
- Pardon me, are you with Arnold.
- You Sydney?
Give me your phone.
Hands up.
Come with me.
Get-get-get in.
- Okay. Okay.
Maxine: I hope this works.
- Oh my God.
Arnie? Arnie?
Drita: Arnold couldn't make him work.
You understand what that means for you?
- Yeah. Um...
But I see your problem.
How can he be inspired with a dead body just lying here?
- But we can't, we can't just leave him here,
someone will see.
Maybe we could cover his body.
- You get back inside!
- Okay. Okay.
♪♪♪
- It's Arnold.
Mr. Beaumont said he was dead.
Drita: Where is Eugene?
Eric: He's getting rid of the body.
- Eric has his phone.
Arnold is dead.
Gwyneth: Nathalie.
- Gwyneth. Is Eric here?
- No. He's trying to get Jasper back.
- Jasper? - Jasper, my restorer.
Mr. Beaumont didn't tell you? He's been kidnapped.
You didn't you know?
- Give me a second.
Oliver: The signal triangulates to this location.
- There is that van again.
- Hey Nathalie. - Where are you?
And don't you dare lie. - Yeah.
- Now get on with it.
♪♪♪
- Hey, Jasper. Remember me?
That other man is out back, covering up the body.
It's better without him here, isn't it?
- He wants us to stop him from going back inside.
Oliver!
♪♪♪
- Listen, I know you don't like the police,
but in a few hours they're gonna come
and take that man away.
- Okay. A few hours.
- There is a valuable painting hidden in here.
That's why they want you to remove the forgery.
- What is it?
- He would like to know what he's uncovering.
- A "Rubens".
- What's that worth?
- I'll get ten million for it.
- Wouldn't you like to see that, Jasper?
- Could you show me how you work?
I'd really like to see that.
- Excuse me.
- Who the hell are you, mate? Zara: Agh!
- You know, it's very modern of me to let you do this.
- You mean I'm way faster than you.
- Basically.
- Help me turn him over.
- Where is Eric?
He lied to me. - Inside.
- With...?
- A ten-million dollar painting.
And a gun to his head.
- Where are the police?
- He said to call them in a few hours.
- Okay. I'll call them now. - Nathalie, please...
he knows what he's doing. You know he does.
- He's taking a long time, isn't he?
Your friend.
Is it because you're from Kosovo?
- Is what because?
- Well, that you do this.
Essentially profit from genocide.
- You know nothing about me, or my country.
- Well, I know you left home
to escape the atrocities of war.
It's just that, you know, most people witness
that kind of horror they,
they spend their lives trying to get away from it.
But you, you run right towards it.
- Eugene? - He's not coming back.
- What is this?
- A choice. I'm not Sydney Graves.
My name is Eric Beaumont, I'm a negotiator.
How many innocent people you think died
to get that painting out of the hands
of its rightful owners?
- Don't move.
- Don't! Don't! Please don't!
- You try leaving with that,
you're just like the people you fled.
- It's not the same. Sit down.
- You think all the people who died in your country
would agree? - Shut up!
- You know you won't get away with it.
You know. - I'll destroy it!
- No, I don't think you will.
- If I see you again, you're dead.
- It's gonna be all right, Jasper.
♪♪♪
Okay. You're right over here.
- Can I go home now?
- Yeah. Of course. We'll take you.
- We're gonna get you home, there Jasper. Okay?
- You told me this was over.
- I said, we could handle it from here.
- It was my decision to stay or go, not yours.
- You should be home with your mother, Nathalie.
- The PET scan came back negative.
My mother's fine.
- Okay. Thank God.
- You see, when something bad happens,
I still want to be with you.
But I can't do this any more.
- I wanted to thank you all.
And you, too, Jasper.
- I spoke with the police, Ms. Kalish.
You're free to take your paintings home.
- I told Sydney I'm gonna leave them with the gallery.
All but one.
Jasper, I wonder if I could get your help with something?
David: You didn't have to come all this way, Ms. Kalish.
- No, but I did.
This was restored with great care and love.
And now it's where it belongs...
home.