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[man] Of course, it's the real book.
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I'm holding it in my hand right now.
Listen to me.
No. We have to do this tonight.
My boss will be back tomorrow. It's now or never.
20,000 cash and it's yours.
That's right.
Hold... Hold on a second.
Hello?
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Okay, listen to me.
20,000 is what we agreed to.
Do you know how many people would kill for this book?
Okay, good. Good.
Great.
You bring the money tonight.
[laughs]
Yes!
Oh! Whoa!
You scared the heck out of me!
Can you believe
he just tried to renegotiate the price?
Unbelievable.
We're all set.
What is...
what are you doing?
No, no, no. Don't...
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[Jim] Hey, new menus just came in.
[Henry] Oh, good. Let me see.
They look great.
Yeah...
You were right about paring the menu down.
It looks a lot cleaner.
Yeah, this does look better, doesn't it?
We're also going to save money
by having less inventory on hand.
I knew partnering with my son on a restaurant
was a brilliant idea.
Oh, yeah, I meant to tell you,
a distillery rep dropped by,
wanted to know if we were interested in some samples.
I said sure. You okay with that?
Yeah, of course. We're equal partners in Molly's.
Yeah.
Oh, I am running late for a meeting with a lawyer.
I will catch up with you later, okay, Dad?
Yeah. You know where to find me.
Yes, I do.
[Maggie] Well, it sounds like
all of your classes are going well.
Do you still like all of your professors?
[Abby] Yeah, everybody's great. I really like them.
That's great, sweetie.
And... what about friends?
Have you made any new ones?
Anyone special?
Mom, you're being so obvious.
What do you mean so obvious?
I'm just asking about your life.
Let's talk later. I'm going to be late, okay?
Okay. Well, I don't want you to be late.
- All right. - Have fun, sweetie.
I will.
All right, I'll call you tomorrow.
- Okay. Love you. Bye. - I love you, too. Bye.
[Forsyth] Price.
Oh, hey, Captain.
Here you go.
The ballistics report on the Miller case.
Good. Thanks.
Oh, snooping around
on your daughter's social media again, huh?
I'm not snooping.
I'm just looking.
Does this body language look like "just friends" to you?
Um...
sure.
[Bailey] Price.
Here are those background checks you were asking about.
Oh, thanks, Bailey.
Snooping around
on Abby's social media again, Price?
I'm not snooping!
- She's looking. - Yeah.
Right.
Well, hey, We're all going to Molly's.
Why don't you and Henry meet us there?
Can't.
I've got to wrap some things up,
and Henry's actually meeting me here later
because we are going to a Giants game.
What?
Come on, Henry hates baseball.
You should be taking your boss.
And I would,
but you have no idea
how hard it was to convince him to even see a game.
I am determined to make this man a Giants fan.
Well, good luck with that.
[laughing]
Wow! Love the support, guys.
Thanks.
[Henry] It turned out
that the blank had been replaced by a real bullet
by the son-in-law,
hoping to cash in on the wife's inheritance.
Fortunately, Maggie and I
discovered the truth before anyone else was killed.
Well, sounds like
the police made a good call
in making you an official consultant.
I don't have my own desk yet, but I'm working on it.
I'm afraid I can't offer you anything
as exciting as a murder case...
Trust me, Eric, I've had more than enough of that
to last me a while.
I'm more than happy to return to my usual culinary work.
So what do you have in mind?
You're obviously aware
of the restaurant Belvedere's Fine Dining?
Well, of course.
They were a San Francisco institution
for close to a hundred years.
It's a shame that they closed their doors,
what, almost 10 years now?
Yeah. That's right.
The restaurant used to have something called a chef's book.
- Are you aware? - Sure.
Yeah, all good restaurants have one.
It's a valuable item.
Unfortunately, for Belvedere's, theirs went missing years ago.
It's actually kind of a mythical thing now
amongst collectors wondering if...
Wait.
Are you telling me it's been found?
Yeah. The client just learned that the book has resurfaced
and is going up for auction tonight.
They want to hire you to attend the auction,
verify its authenticity,
and bid on the book...
should you deem it to be the real thing.
Well, that is a pretty coveted book.
How high is your client willing to go?
You have permission to go as high as you need to.
And my client is offering you a generous fee.
That...
is a big number.
I know you have
quite an impressive collection of antique books,
and the fact that you're trained as a chef
makes you especially qualified for this.
There's some urgency here,
as my client just learned of the book's reappearance
and the auction is this evening.
I promised him you're the man for the job.
Any hint who this client is?
I'm afraid not.
So are you interested?
Absolutely.
I just have one question.
Of course.
Can I bring a date?
Hey.
[Maggie] Yay! Are you ready?
Yup.
I just have to run something by you first.
Okay, well, I got this for you!
I have a matching one.
And I got us team hats,
and a foam finger!
So, listen, Maggie...
About tonight...
Oh, no.
You're canceling.
I am not canceling.
Good!
Because we have great seats
and I have literally
been dreaming about kettle corn all day long.
So, we just need to take a little detour
on the way to the game first.
- A detour? - A tiny one.
To an auction. To buy a book.
You want to delay going to the game to buy a book?
Not just any book,
one of the most famous chef's books
in the entire country.
- A cookbook? - No, no.
A chef's book.
It's like a cookbook
but much more important and far more detailed.
Chefs add to it over time,
writing their trade secrets
and the recipes to their most famous signature dishes.
The fact that
this particular book recently resurfaced...
it's very exciting.
I mean, I do have to verify its authenticity first,
but that will be really quick... I promise.
Is this for a client?
An anonymous client.
Okay.
Very mysterious.
Thank you for understanding.
You're welcome.
Now, let's get going so we're not late.
You realize this isn't happening, right?
Oh, but it is!
And you look so cute!
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There are some really beautiful things for sale here.
It's strange.
I don't see the Belvedere chef's book anywhere.
It's listed in the catalogue, but I just haven't seen it.
Maybe they haven't brought it out yet?
You'd think it would be front and center
with all the attention surrounding it.
I just really need to get a close examination of it
before the bidding starts.
Isn't that against the rules?
We're making an announcement right now.
Elsa?
Henry Ross.
Of course you're here.
Good to see you, too.
You must be Mrs. Klein?
It is such a pleasure to meet you.
I'm Henry Ross,
and this is Maggie Price.
- Hi. - Pleasure.
Thank you for coming and supporting the charity.
No, of course.
Mrs. Klein throws this annual charity auction
in support of the Children's Hospital.
Oh. What a wonderful idea.
Isn't it?
Let me guess,
you're here to bid on the Belvedere chef's book.
In fact, I am.
Well, you're out of luck.
They sold it out from under us this morning.
What? Is that true?
How could you have advertised a book
and not let anyone bid on it?
I'm so sorry for the confusion,
but I did agree
to a private sale of the book early this morning.
Without giving anyone else a chance to even see it?
It was a very generous offer,
and with an auction,
you never know if the bids will meet expectations.
I had no idea there would be such interest.
You didn't think a hundred-year-old chef's book
that mysteriously disappeared years ago
and now suddenly appears out of nowhere
would generate any interest?
Well, if it was hers to sell
and she's happy with the outcome,
it seems there's nothing to be done.
At least tell us who you sold it to,
so that I can make him an offer.
I'm afraid I can't give out that kind of information,
I'm sorry.
Now, if you'll excuse me,
I need to make an announcement before the auction starts.
Of course.
Nothing to be done?
We'll see about that.
Well, now, she's lovely.
She's a food critic.
I feel like there's a story here.
Her restaurant reviews aren't even reviews,
they're petty takedowns.
She has nothing interesting or original to say about foo...
Excuse me. Henry Ross?
Yes.
I thought that was you.
I follow you on social media.
I'm kind of a fan. Leah Rollins.
Pleasure to meet you, Leah.
This is Maggie.
I heard the book was sold.
That's such a shame. I really wanted to see it.
Yeah. I did, too.
It probably sounds silly,
but it felt kind of personal for me.
I come from a long line of cooks in Louisiana.
Belvedere's was one of
the best-known Creole restaurants in the world.
I would've given anything to see that book.
Mm-hmm.
Are you in the food business?
Yeah.
I just opened up the Creole Rooster downtown
about six months ago...
It's a mix of Cajun and Creole cooking.
Have you heard of it?
I have, I just haven't been in yet.
Well, please, stop by anytime.
We make the best blackened fish tacos
you've ever had.
Well...
We will definitely do that.
Call ahead.
I will make sure you get the best seat in the house.
Okay, then.
What? She's a fan.
I'm teasing.
I'm sorry
that you're not going to get your book for your client.
Tell me about it.
Without that book, I can't collect most of my fee.
Actually, it's not about the money.
I just don't like letting down a client.
It doesn't happen that often.
I know.
You know what,
I'm just going to go freshen up quickly.
I'll meet you out front in five, okay?
- Okay. - Okay.
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Yes.
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Oh, that is not the bathroom.
[Henry] So Michael Goldstein bought the book?
That's what the ledger said.
He paid $20,000 for it.
Look at you... breaking the rules!
I've clearly had a positive effect on you.
Well, it was easy.
I mean, the book was just sitting right there,
practically begging me to peek inside.
Uh-huh.
Michael Goldstein.
Well, that makes perfect sense.
He owns an antique store that specializes in rare books.
Is this place far away?
We could go there right now
and see if he's willing to sell you the book.
No. Come on.
You've been so excited for this game,
you got those great seats...
Goldstein's store is in my neighborhood,
I drive by it practically every day.
I'll just go tomorrow in the morning.
And let somebody else buy the book first?
No way. Let's go now.
We can be a little bit late for the game.
I was hoping you were going to say that.
[Henry] Everything okay?
Yeah, I just...
realized where we are.
I know this street.
Yeah, how?
When Abby was little,
we used to go to a restaurant here.
It's not there anymore,
but we used to have this weekly ritual.
Every Saturday night, just the two of us,
we'd go to this restaurant,
and I would say,
"You can have whatever you want... anything."
But, without fail,
she would always choose the mac 'n' cheese.
Every single time.
It was her favorite dish.
Still is.
Anyway, sorry, I just...
had this flash, and...
You miss her, don't you?
Oh, so much.
You know, I just keep having this feeling
like I've forgotten something,
or I left my purse somewhere,
and then I realize,
no, it's not that my purse is gone,
it's my baby girl is at college,
and she's 400 miles away,
and I don't even know what she's up to anymore.
I get it.
You raised her almost single-handedly.
You two were a team, huh?
You know what...
maybe it's time for you to get a hobby.
[Maggie] What? I have hobbies.
[Henry] No, you don't.
[Maggie] Yes, I do.
Oh, really? Name one.
Okay. Running.
That's exercise. It doesn't count.
Who says?
- I do. - Oh, okay.
Hello? Mr. Goldstein?
Look, a hobby can't be good for you, okay?
It has to exist on its own merits.
It can be educational, but it can't be work-related.
Gee, so many rules.
I take my downtime very seriously.
Well, you do have more hours in the day
than most to fill.
Yeah, and whose fault is that?
I'd have a lot less of it
if you would let me help out on more...
Cases.
[Maggie] Henry, check the back door.
Oh, no.
It's just an alley. Nobody's there.
Is he...?
Dead.
That's right.
His name was Richard Palmer.
Everybody just called him Richie.
He's been working for me for about six months.
So, Mr. Goldstein, what can you tell me about him?
He was quiet,
he didn't like to talk much about himself,
so I didn't pry.
He didn't know much about antiques,
but seemed interested in learning.
Overall, he was a good employee.
Any idea who might want to hurt Richie?
No idea.
Like I said, he never shared his personal life with me.
Normally, I wouldn't entrust an employee
to buy such a valuable book for me,
but I was visiting my mother up in Santa Rosa
when Josie Klein called me,
asking if I wanted to buy the Belvedere Chef's book
before the auction started.
Richie texted me around 9:30 this morning
that he had it
and was getting the store ready to open at 10:00.
I texted him back,
reminding him to put the book in the safe.
And it's not there now?
No, and it's not anywhere behind the counter.
Could he have put it anywhere else in the store?
It's possible.
I can't know without checking.
But he knew how valuable it was,
I'm sure he would've put it in the safe like I asked.
Is there anything else that you can think of
that may be relevant?
I don't know if it's relevant,
but Josie made one request...
that I not sell the book.
Why wouldn't she want you to sell the book?
I'm also a collector.
Josie knew I have
a particular interest in San Francisco history.
I think she wanted to sell the book
to someone who would appreciate its historical significance.
Okay, thank you.
You're welcome.
Give me a call if you think of anything else.
And I'll be in touch if I have any more questions.
Okay.
- Have a nice night. - You too.
[sniffs]
Black Dahlia.
I smelled it when we walked in.
What's that?
Perfume.
It's hanging in the air.
I don't know how you smelled that
over this one's cologne.
Nolan.
What have you got for me?
From the blood viscosity,
I'd say the victim was shot within four, maybe five, hours.
Single bullet, close range.
I won't know more until I get back into the lab.
That's weird.
Henry and I heard the back door right before we found him.
That was less than two hours ago.
I just assumed that it was the killer running,
but your timeline of five hours,
that doesn't add up.
I don't know what to tell you, Detective.
Science doesn't lie.
Maybe he stuck around looking for something
and ran out when we entered the store.
What do you think we're looking at, Price?
I don't know.
Could be a robbery gone bad,
or something personal.
Too many unknowns to know for sure right now.
I want you two to stay here with Michael Goldstein
and confirm that the book is missing.
Then talk to Josie Klein
and I.D. everyone from the auction.
Especially anyone who expressed an interest in the cookbook.
Chef's book.
What? There's a difference.
Okay.
Henry and I are going to go to the precinct now.
Sounds good.
Why would anybody kill over a cookbook?
Chef's book.
There is a difference.
These books contain top-secret information.
[together] Top secret?
Famous restaurants
are naturally protective over their signature dishes.
I don't care how good that restaurant was,
I'm not buying that somebody was murdered over a menu.
What if they were murdered over money?
Michael Goldstein paid $20,000 for that book.
What if somebody thought they could get more?
That food critic from the auction
seemed to want the book pretty badly.
What was her name again?
Elsa Edwards.
Yeah, exactly.
We need to follow up with her.
Maybe we can do the old
good cop, bad cop routine with her?
Make her sweat a little?
- Henry... - Come on, she's a food critic.
We'll talk.
What about that other woman?
What other woman?
Leah Rollins...
she owns a Cajun-Creole-themed restaurant.
That's right, we'll check her out, too.
She'd be thrilled to have you come by.
[Forsyth] And what about the Belvedere family?
You said that the restaurant has been closed for years.
Are there any family members still alive?
Yes.
One. Nicholas Belvedere.
The restaurant closed when his father passed away,
and Nicholas decided
not to carry on with the business.
I believe he still lives
on the family estate out in Marin County.
Okay, we'll pay him a visit tomorrow as well.
Bailey and Munro should have a list
of all the auction attendees ready by then,
and we'll know for sure
if the book is missing from Goldstein's store.
Anything else?
Yeah.
This lawyer who hired you, Eric McClearen.
How well do you know him?
We're friendly but not close.
We met at an event years ago
and occasionally bump into each other socially.
I've never hired him,
but he does have a good reputation.
Why the secrecy over this client who hired you?
I have no idea. He wouldn't tell me.
[Forsyth] Maybe he was lying to you.
Maybe he wanted to keep the book for himself.
Why would he do that?
For the same reason
someone would kill for this book.
I want to know who this mystery client is...
...and why he's hiding behind this guy.
Mr. McClearen, do I need to remind you
this is a murder investigation?
Detective Price,
you know as well as I do,
unless you can prove
that my client intentionally hired me
with the intent of committing or covering up a crime,
their identity is protected by attorney-client privilege.
I'll be in touch, Mr. McClearen, thank you.
I look forward to it.
That's what I was afraid of.
Just had to go to an auction, didn't we?
My bad.
By the way, you owe me tickets to a Giants game.
Yes! Yes.
I'm sorry we missed the game. That's on me.
That's okay. We can go another time.
Of course.
[Henry] The Giants are football, right?
[Maggie] Baseball, Henry! The Giants are baseball!
[Henry] Yes, I knew that! I knew that. Baseball.
[Maggie] I told you a thousand times.
[Henry] Exactly.
[doorbell rings]
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Mr. Belvedere?
Please, call me Nicholas.
Hi. I'm Detective Price,
and this is Henry Ross.
- Hi. - Nice to meet you.
Please, come in.
Thank you.
[Henry] This is a beautiful estate, Nicholas.
How long has it been in your family?
Well, my great-grandfather
bought the property in the '50s.
It's close to a hundred acres.
He grew all of his own vegetables here
for the restaurant.
We had greenhouses and acres of crops.
We were farm-to-table long before it was trendy.
Oh, wow.
I recognize that painting.
That's not a real van Gogh, is it?
No, it's not real.
My great-grandfather bought this knock-off
at a flea market,
years before Belvedere's was a success.
When we built the new house,
we decided to hang it here
to remind the family of our humble beginnings.
Please, sit.
Thanks.
Nicholas, you won't remember this,
but we actually met years ago at the restaurant.
You dad was running it then,
and he invited me back into the kitchen.
I was just a young sous-chef at the time,
and I remember seeing you
sitting at this little table off to the side out of the way,
doing homework...
I'll tell you,
I feel like I spent
my whole childhood in that kitchen.
Lots of memories.
Well, just to pick up
where we left off on the phone, Nicholas,
do you have any idea
why someone might kill for your family's cookbook?
Chef's book.
No. It makes no sense to me at all.
Have you ever seen this book?
No, I don't really know anything about it.
I was never part of running the restaurant.
It's just not my thing.
I do remember
my father being angry about a missing book once.
I assume now it must have been the chef's book.
You must have heard about the book's reappearance.
Why didn't you try to purchase it?
If for sentimental reasons, if for nothing else.
I did hear about the auction,
but, honestly, I didn't give it a second thought.
So you're not my mystery client?
An anonymous person hired me through a lawyer
to buy the book at auction.
No, sorry.
Why didn't you follow in your father's footsteps
and keep the restaurant open?
I mean, it was obviously very successful.
Running Belvedere's Fine Dining was a 24/7 operation.
My mother died when I was a kid,
and all the men in my family who ran the restaurant
died young, including my father.
I had no interest in that kind of life.
So what do you do now?
I'm primarily an investor.
Managing my portfolio keeps me pretty busy.
So, do you really think someone was murdered over the book?
It's one theory that we're working on.
And someone secretly hired you to buy it?
Yes.
But why the secrecy?
That is what we're trying to find out.
Oh.
Thank you for your time, Nicholas.
We may have further questions, but I think we're good for now.
My pleasure.
Thank you.
Yup.
[Henry] It says
we're five minutes away from Elsa's.
Now, I know you don't like Elsa,
but promise me you'll be professional, okay?
Of course.
I would never interfere with our investigation.
My.
My investigation.
I still say
we should grill her back at the station.
I read it in the paper.
Figured you'd show up sooner or later.
Come on in.
Ah, The Phoenix Award
from the Society of Food Critics.
Impressive.
Thank you.
Have a seat.
So, Elsa...
It's funny, though,
I always thought the SFC
was about responsible food journalism.
Henry...
So you're accusing my journalism
of being unethical?
No, no...
just unoriginal.
Of course.
This is about my review of your restaurant.
I said some nice things about Molly's.
I just found it...
Unoriginal?
My father and I opened a restaurant
to cater to everyone.
A place where you could bring a date,
your family,
co-workers,
and everyone would have a good time
because the food wasn't fussy.
It's comfort food,
and you know what comfort food needs to be...
besides delicious?
- What? - It needs to be familiar.
If we try too hard to be original,
we're no longer familiar,
and then we're not delivering
the experience we set out to create.
Chefs are always so sensitive.
I'm not the chef.
Just the not-so-silent partner.
Elsa, did you ever review Belvedere's when it was open?
Of course.
I did a few pieces on them over the years.
And I'm assuming you were a fan,
given how interested you were in the chef's book.
The restaurant was going downhill at the end
in my opinion,
but I am a collector.
The book covers decades from the restaurant's heyday,
and I was interested to see
what kind of recipe secrets might be in there.
I wasn't the only one, obviously.
Do you own a gun?
I do.
For protection.
As a critic,
my words carry a lot of weight
and can impact a restaurant's bottom line.
I've received threats.
[Maggie] I'd like to see it.
My gun? Why?
If it were the murder weapon, you think I'd hang on to it?
I've watched enough TV
to know you always toss the weapon.
Can you get it for me, please?
I've also watched enough TV
to know that you need a warrant
before I have to show you anything.
Having to make two trips never puts me in a good mood,
but if that's the way that you would prefer it, fine.
Where did you go after the auction?
I don't remember seeing you leave.
Once it became clear that the book was no longer for sale,
I came home.
Can anyone else verify that?
No. I live alone.
All right, I think that's all I need for now.
Yeah.
Elsa, your perfume smells so familiar.
Do you mind if I ask the name of it?
It's called "Black Dahlia."
That's the name of it!
I thought I recognized it.
We'll be back with that warrant.
...But she wears
the same perfume I smelled at the crime scene
and she won't give us her gun!
I know. That's not enough to bring her in.
I'm waiting on the ballistics report
to see if we get a match first
before I do anything more.
Would you call the food at Molly's unoriginal?
Huh?
Maggie?
Hello?
Hang on.
Whoa! What are you doing?
What is going on?
That red pick-up
has been tailing us for the last five minutes,
and I could have sworn
I saw the same truck at Nicholas Belvedere's.
Well, if you think we're being followed,
why don't we catch up to them,
pull them over and see who it is?
Yeah, no need. I've got the plates.
And if we are being followed,
I'd rather keep the element of surprise on our side.
Ah.
Well, next time you feel the need
to pull evasive maneuvers,
can you give me a heads-up?
I almost spilled my coffee.
Are you serious?
It's hot.
Henry, get back in the car.
It is.
One black coffee for Maggie,
one half-caf, extra hot, upside-down soy latte for you,
with extra foam.
Look at you.
Thanks, Dad.
Only took you six months to learn my order.
Only took me three months to learn how to use this thing...
which cost more than my first car.
You know, after I retired from the police force,
I thought I'd be able to slow down
and kick back... mm-mm...
it's crazy around here.
No kidding.
Oh, there's the owner
of that distillery I told you about.
You want to meet him?
No, maybe next time. We've got to get going.
Yeah, you got it.
All right.
You sure you need another coffee there?
There's no such thing as too much coffee.
That was Munro.
The plates on that red truck belong to another car.
They'd already been reported stolen.
So do you think the guy tailing us
has something to do with the case?
Well, there's no way to know for sure.
I've been arresting people for 10 years.
Some people carry a grudge and come looking for payback.
It happens.
The autopsy results are in.
We can now confirm
that Ritchie Palmer
was killed by a single gun shot wound
to the chest at close range with a Walther PPK.
No matching records in the system.
Munro, I want you and Bailey to dig deeper into Elsa Edwards.
She admits to owning a gun,
but she wouldn't show it to us without a warrant.
On it.
Maggie also spoke with the lawyer who hired me,
and as we feared,
he's claiming attorney-client privilege,
so that's a dead end.
Right.
Well, as far as other auction attendees go,
no red flags came up so far.
In the meantime,
Henry and I have a meeting
with Leah Rollins this afternoon
at the Creole Rooster.
She said it herself at the auction...
the book "felt personal" to her
and she would "do anything" to see it.
Maybe while we're there,
I can try some of
those blackened fish tacos she was talking about.
Okay.
Sorry about that.
I just had to get these out of the oven.
Would you like one?
Oh, no thank you, not while I'm working...
These smell good. What is this?
My take on Cajun Ravioli.
See if you can taste my secret ingredient.
Okay, then.
Mm!
I taste the crawfish tails
and a very fiery Cajun spice blend with...
Is that a seven-pot chili pepper?
Mm-hmm.
Yeah, when it comes to spices, go big or go home I always say.
No, I agree with you.
You have shrimp in there,
but that's not your secret ingredient, is it?
No, you have another protein...
Wait...
Is that wild boar?
Impressive.
[Henry chuckles]
Well, you know what they say about Cajun cooking...
Cajuns will eat anything...
[together] That doesn't eat them first.
Yeah.
I say that as a proud Cajun myself.
I knew you were good.
Well...
Great, now that we've solved that mystery,
maybe we could turn our attention
to the one at hand?
Sorry, Leah,
we need to ask you a couple of questions
about the Belvedere Chef's Book.
Yeah, the Chef's Book? Why?
As you know, the book was sold before the auction.
The man who purchased it was murdered shortly afterward.
What?
That's terrible!
Yeah. We're speaking with everyone who was at the auction.
Oh.
And here I've been wasting your time
bragging about my ravioli.
You seemed very interested in the book.
Yeah, I was.
I just...
I didn't get to go to Belvedere's when it was open.
I just wanted to see the book.
You know, flip through its pages.
Maybe steal a few ideas.
You didn't want to buy it?
I don't have that kind of money.
Who does?
20,000 for a book is pretty steep.
How's business?
The first year of a restaurant is always touch and go,
but we're doing fine.
Tough business.
Sorry. I do need to ask you if you own a gun.
The murder weapon was a gun.
I do not.
You'll be required to submit to a gunshot-residue test.
Yeah. Yeah, of course.
Whatever you guys need.
I'm telling the truth.
Oh, I almost forgot.
I made fresh beignets, just for you.
Just give me one second.
Are you sure you got enough to eat?
Because I'm sure Leah
would be more than happy to make you something else.
What?
I told you, she's just a fan.
I know,
and do I have to remind you
she's also a suspect in a murder investigation?
She wanted the book like everybody else.
She said she didn't have the money.
So she says.
Did you see how she hesitated
when I asked her about how the restaurant's doing?
[phone ringing]
I don't know. I think she's hiding something.
Hey, Munro. What's up?
I've been doing a deeper background check
into Elsa Edwards like you asked.
Yeah?
I got ahold of her gun license.
Care to take a guess?
A Walther PPK?
Bingo.
We don't have ballistics back yet,
but that's a pretty big coincidence, don't you think?
Now can we grill her?
Thanks, Munro.
I told you if we met again
that I wasn't going to be very happy.
Not happy at all, Elsa.
Henry.
Richie Palmer was murdered with a Walther PPK.
The same model that's registered to you.
Your perfume, which you identified,
was smelled at the crime scene,
and we all saw how outraged you were at the auction
that the book had been sold before it started.
So basically,
I could arrest you right now for suspicion of murder
unless you want to start talking.
Okay.
I was at the bookstore.
There was a guy at the auction who handles their shipments,
and I paid him off to tell me who had bought the book.
I went into the bookstore,
and I saw a man on the floor,
who had obviously been shot.
And I...
I froze.
I didn't know what to do.
And then I heard the front door open,
and I panicked,
and I ran out the back of the store.
This came from your house.
For the record, is this your Walther PPK?
Yes, it is,
but like I said, I've gotten threats.
But I swear to you,
I did not kill Richie Palmer.
Okay got it.
Thanks, Captain.
Forsyth agreed to put a surveillance unit on Elsa
until we find out whether the ballistics are a match.
She's not going anywhere without us knowing about it.
You know, something's just not adding up for me, though.
I mean, I don't care how famous Belvedere's was,
I'm not buying that people
are willing to kill over a chef's book.
There's got to be something more than just recipes in that book,
or we're being lied to.
The question is who's doing the lying?
Maggie, look at this.
"If you want the book,
bring $30,000
and meet me at Dolores Park tomorrow at 9:00 a.m.
Leave your cop friend behind.
I'll be watching."
♪ ♪
How's that? Is that too tight?
- No, it's good. - Okay.
Good call on getting suited up at your friend's house.
We can't risk you being watched at yours.
Yeah, he didn't mind.
He's a good friend.
Did you park on the other street?
Double-backed on the way over, circled the Mission twice,
Believe me, nobody was on my tail.
Great.
Maybe I should get a gun.
What do you think? Should I get a gun?
There is no way
that I am letting you out of this house with a gun.
I don't know. What do you think?
I think no.
Okay, let's test these levels.
Just say something in your normal voice.
My normal voice?
What other voice do I have?
Yup, that works.
Should I at least get an earpiece
so I can hear you guys?
No. We can't risk it being seen.
Great.
Okay...
Got the approval from the Chief for this from lock-up.
Although I've got to say,
it took a little convincing
that somebody was actually going to demand $30,000
for a cookbook, but...
you're welcome.
Actually, it's not a cook...
You know what, never mind.
What made this guy think
that you could raise that kind of money overnight?
My consulting work takes me all over the world
and I do have some pretty wealthy clients.
My name's out there.
Henry has "fans".
Man, I'm in the wrong business.
Okay.
You're going to be under surveillance the whole time.
We're going to have eyes and ears on you
from the moment you walk on the scene.
Bailey and Munro are going to be blending in with the crowd,
and the Captain and I
are going to be in the recording van
just up the street.
If at any moment you feel unsafe or threatened,
just walk away, okay?
Or you can use the code word and we'll come in and get you.
All right. Got it.
What's the code word again?
[group, in unison] Alfredo.
I knew that, I knew that. I got it.
Okay.
Once the exchange is made,
Bailey and Munro will sweep in and make the arrest.
Promise me you are not going to try and outsmart this guy,
okay?
He's shown himself to be a killer.
Just play along,
make the exchange, let us do our job.
Of course.
Henry...
I promise!
Everyone got eyes?
Copy.
I have a clear view of Henry.
I'm good to go.
Okay, it's 9:00.
Now for the waiting game.
Excuse me.
Sorry. Do you have the time?
Yes. It's just after 9:00.
Thank you.
Is that the money?
Uh...
yes, it is.
Do you have the book?
Looks like we have a possible target.
Do you have ears?
We have him.
[camera shutter clicking]
Okay, Henry, here we go.
Nice and easy.
Show me the money first.
I don't think so.
You show me the book first or we don't do this.
You swear you came alone?
Look, you contacted me, remember?
I'm not buying anything until I verify what you've got.
Now give me the money.
Not so fast.
Just give me a minute.
[man] Come on, man.
Let's go. You're killing me here.
Oh!
What's he doing?
It looks like he's reading the book.
Henry, what are you doing?
Give him the briefcase!
Is he actually reading a cookbook
during a sting operation?
It would appear so.
What are you doing?
It's very good.
Great, then give me the briefcase.
I'm afraid I can't do that.
What?
Henry, don't do this.
What did you say?
I said I can't do that.
- [camera shutter clicks] - Come on, Henry.
This is a fake.
I mean, don't get me wrong,
it's a very good forgery,
but this isn't the Belvedere chef's book.
I'm not messing around.
That's the real book.
I believe that you think it is...
Come on, Henry. What are you doing?
...but I assure you...
this book is a fake.
Give me that briefcase.
Well, that doesn't seem very fair
if it's not the real book.
- Give me the... - Hey, hey, whoa. Stop!
Alfredo! Alfredo!
Move in! Go! Go! Go!
Excuse me!
Move!
Look out!
Look out...
- Get out of the way! - Out of the way!
Excuse me!
Price! Price!
[Maggie] Where'd he go?
You didn't see him?
- Are you serious? - Come on, guys.
Come on.
[Maggie] How could you let him get away?
Why are you angry?
I just saved the department $30,000.
If you had given him the money,
we could have arrested him,
and then we'd still have the money...
and the suspect!
You make a good point.
Look, the book wasn't real.
He still could've gotten away,
then we'd be stuck with a fake book
and have lost $30,000.
How do you know it was a fake?
Maggie, you know I've been collecting
antique books for years.
There were so many red flags.
Number one,
the interior of the book was far too clean
for a hundred-year-old chef's book.
Every chef knows
that a book that old
would have food stains throughout.
Number two,
while the recipes and the notes did appear authentic,
the penmanship was clearly from one individual.
Do you know
there are 12 different characteristics of handwriting?
Things like spacing,
pen pressure, slant, line habits.
The Belvedere chef's book
was added to over many generations
by different family members.
The writing in this book
was far too uniform
to represent all those different people.
I could go on...
I think we're good.
Okay, just one final point.
I smelled walnut oil on the pages.
Walnut oil?
Forgers use it to age paper.
Look, if I had to guess,
I would say this forgery was by a master who was rushed.
In many respects,
the work was excellent.
I think he just ran out of time.
Price! We got him!
We got a facial recognition match on our guy.
His name is Daniel Whelan.
He was arrested for tax evasion three years ago.
Never did any time, but he's still on probation.
We've got an address.
Print that up.
Let's pay Mr. Whelan a little visit.
[Henry] So what now?
[Maggie] Without a warrant,
I'm inclined just to wait and watch.
We've got Bailey and Munro circling the neighborhood
if we need backup.
Well, we could...
always clean up a little while we wait.
Thank you. My car, my mess.
I like it just the way it is.
Honey, I'm just saying, it's a little...
- Stop. - Really?
I like it.
Maggie, look.
Is that who I think it is?
Yes, sir.
Leah Rollins just exited the house.
She's getting into a black four-door Hyundai.
License One, Charlie, Alpha, Juliet, two, four, four.
Looks like she's going south on Foster.
Pick her up, bring her in.
- Copy. We're on it. - Let's go.
♪ ♪
Daniel Whelan?
Police! Open the door!
Okay...
Stay here. Do not move.
Daniel Whelan, this is the SFPD!
Yeah, I don't think so.
[Henry] It's me!
Henry...
stay close.
Don't touch anything.
Okay.
This is the SFPD. Is anyone home?
Is it Daniel?
Yeah.
This case just got a lot more complicated.
Thank you.
This is a size 12.
The victim's is a 10.
Well, if this is a 12,
these prints don't belong to Leah.
No.
I'll have CSI look for more prints
and collect a sample for soil analysis.
Maybe they can trace a location for the mud.
All right.
Detective?
This entry wound
is different than the Richie Palmer murder.
It's a single shot to the chest,
but it's from a larger-caliber bullet.
The gun that killed Richie was a .38.
This is more like a .45.
Yeah, we already found a .45 casing in the room.
- Got it. - Thank you.
Detective?
Thought you'd want to see this right away.
It was found in another bedroom.
Great. Any sign of the book?
No, Ma'am. Not yet.
All right, keep looking. Thank you.
Another Walther.
This one's a .38.
What do you want to bet this is the gun that killed Richie?
Bailey and Munro have Leah back at the station.
Once she saw their lights, she didn't even try running.
Okay.
Hey.
Do you see what I see?
You think that's the same red truck?
[Henry] Maggie, come on! Let's go!
No, it's too late.
We'll never catch up.
Daniel called me earlier today,
and he was freaking out.
He accidentally killed somebody.
Richie Palmer?
Yeah. That's right.
Daniel swore it was an accident,
but I don't know if I believe him.
Him and Richie knew each other
and Richie had told him
about this famous book
that he was supposed to buy for his boss.
I guess one thing led to another,
and Daniel tried to get the book all for himself.
And you and Daniel...?
He's my ex-boyfriend.
Or...
was.
I hadn't seen him in months.
Part of the reason
this first year has been so difficult
is because Daniel was stealing from the restaurant
to pay off some gambling debts.
He told me he owed a lot of money
to some people he was really scared of,
and that's why I went to his house,
because I was worried about him,
and that's when I found him.
Why didn't you call the cops
when Daniel told you about Richie?
I don't know.
I was protecting him, I guess.
Even after everything Daniel did,
I guess I still have feelings for him.
That probably sounds ridiculous.
Not at all.
Now I wish I had called you.
Maybe Daniel would still be alive.
Ballistics came back today on Elsa's Walther
and it was not a match
for the weapon that killed Ritchie.
Which again points to the Walther
we picked up at Daniel's.
We found records
that show he was licensed to carry a Walther PPK.
Popular gun.
Which matches Leah's story.
Daniel killed Richie with his own gun
to get the book.
And someone else killed Daniel.
And now that person has the book.
Which Henry says is a fake.
But whoever killed Daniel probably doesn't know that.
All of which takes us back to square one,
with a killer on the loose and a missing book.
Yeah, except now we can add
a red pick-up truck into the mix.
Perfect. The case is practically solving itself.
Square one.
Henry, you're brilliant.
Well, are you coming?
Yeah. Sure.
- Where? - Back to the beginning.
Thank you for seeing us so late, Mrs. Klein.
Call me Josie.
Anything I can do to help.
I can't believe there's been another murder.
And all this over a book?
We know that you spoke with officers yesterday,
but could you tell us again how you came across the book?
Well, as you know,
I run a charity that supports the children's hospital.
It was supposed to be something
to keep me occupied during my retirement
after my husband passed away.
That's him.
William.
We were married for 42 years.
He's very handsome.
Thank you.
You were telling us about the charity?
Oh, yes.
It's been such a success,
with so many people wanting to contribute,
I'm afraid it's become rather a full-time job.
And the Belvedere book?
Where did that come from?
Oh, I'm afraid I don't remember
how that book came into the collection this year.
I think I discovered it
at the bottom of a box of assorted items.
I'm a little embarrassed to say I didn't know what it was.
I'm just so shocked
that anyone could kill over a book,
no matter how valuable it may have was.
Would you be shocked to find out
that the book may have been a forgery?
I thought the book was still missing?
It is,
but we have reason to believe
that the book that Richie bought on behalf of his employer,
the book that you gave him,
is a forgery.
If you don't recall how you came across the book,
do you have a list of donors
who gave to your charity this year?
Yes, I do.
Wonderful. We'll need that.
Thank you for your time tonight, Josie.
If you think of anything else that may be of use,
you can reach me here.
I will. Thank you.
- Good night. - Good night.
It's me, Josie.
We have a problem.
All right, here you go.
One...
stale black coffee in a paper cup.
Mm!
Mm...
Just the way I like it.
Thanks, hon'.
You're welcome.
You know, this Belvedere case
has got me thinking
that maybe my dad and I
should add a little Louisiana flair
to our menu at Molly's.
Oh, yeah?
Yeah, he thinks it's a great idea.
We're going to do
a little experimenting in the kitchen
tonight after hours.
It's nice to see you and your dad doing so well.
Yeah, well, business is booming.
Oh.
Yeah, that too.
That's all thanks to you, by the way.
Aw.
I'm just happy
that you mended things between the two of you.
Yeah. Me too.
Good.
Henry, come look at something for a second.
Yeah. What's up?
All right, well,
I've been going through the list that Josie gave us
of all the donor that gave to her charity, right?
Yeah.
Nothing too interesting has been coming up...
until I Googled this guy...
Milo Kraus.
[Henry] Says here he's a bookbinder.
Mm-hmm.
You know who I'm thinking would male a really good forger?
[Milo] I found the book in Los Angeles.
It was in the bottom of a box
tucked away in the basement
of a parchment supplier I visit when I'm down that way.
He had no idea what he had
and he sold it to me for next to nothing,
but I knew exactly what it was,
so I gave it to Josie for the auction.
I knew she'd get a handsome price for it.
In your opinion,
did you believe it to be authentic?
Well, I'm not a chef,
and I can't speak to the recipes,
but the actual book's age and its general construction...
it appeared legitimate.
I noticed you have some first editions.
You're obviously a book collector yourself?
I have a modest collection.
I don't keep many for myself.
Most of the valuable books I find, I sell,
or, more often, repair for other collectors.
Restoration is a big part of my business.
[Maggie] And what is it you do exactly
as a book binder?
[Milo] Traditional binders,
they work on large runs of books and magazines,
but I focus on hand binding.
I create limited editions
and restore and rebind rare books.
I work with collectors and libraries, primarily.
You must have come across some forgeries over the years.
Yes.
Unfortunately, forgery is a part of the business.
Whether it's books, famous letters, manuscripts...
there are always people out there
trying to swindle those who are less knowledgeable.
[Maggie] Are you aware
that two people may have been killed
in connection with the Belvedere book?
Yes. I read about it in the paper this morning.
It's shocking.
Is that what this is about?
We're simply following the trail of the book
as part of the investigation.
Well, I understand the detective's role in this,
but how do you fit into the picture, Mr. Ross?
[Maggie] Mr. Ross has experience with rare books
and is consulting with the SFPD.
Ah, I see.
And tell me, where is the book now?
Oh, I'm afraid we're not at liberty to discuss that.
Of course. Of course.
[Henry] So what do you think?
Did you see how nervous he looked
when I said you have experience with rare books?
Yes, I did.
He is definitely hiding something.
I agree.
You know who else is hiding something?
That lawyer who hired you... Eric McClearen.
Yeah, but he's claiming attorney-client privilege.
There's nothing you can do.
I've been thinking about that...
Do you usually have repeat clients?
Sometimes.
Okay, so whoever this mystery client is
could be someone you've worked with before,
or at least someone you know.
It's possible.
I have an idea.
[guard] This is the camera over the front doors.
Okay, we need to see
everyone who came in the front doors
in the last week.
It's going to take a while
if you want to get a good look at every face.
We've got nowhere else to be.
[guard] Okay, here we go.
Here we are...
now we're into Wednesday...
Stop. Wait.
Go back two seconds.
Yeah, stop.
Look who it is.
[Maggie] Nicholas Belvedere.
What floor is Eric McClearen's office on?
Seventh.
Can you show us if he gets off on the seventh floor?
Sure thing.
[Henry] Freeze.
Bingo.
You have impeccable timing, Detective Price.
My lawyer and I were just about to call you.
Come on in.
Join us, won't you?
Detective.
Henry.
Detective, I apologize for all the mystery
and for lying to you earlier.
I'm the one who secretly hired you, Henry,
to buy the book at auction.
Please, have a seat.
Detective, please.
Why didn't you come forward after the first murder?
I knew that if my identity was revealed,
I would most likely become a suspect.
That's why you visited me in the first place, isn't it?
I was just hoping you'd find the killer quickly
and that my identity would never be a factor.
But why hire me secretly?
If people knew
that I was bidding on my family's book,
it would draw more attention to the auction
and everyone would assume that I'd pay anything
to keep the book in my family,
where it belongs.
And they'd be right.
I didn't want my presence to drive the price up.
Even if I were to believe your story,
and that you didn't kill Daniel Whelan for the book,
I could arrest you right now for obstruction of justice.
Detective, before we go down that path,
what you're not aware of is why I'm here.
Nicholas called me this morning to talk about coming forward.
When he heard that there had been a second murder,
he felt it was his duty to come clean
and cooperate with the police.
I came here personally
to apprise him
of what the consequences of that admission might be.
As his lawyer,
I would ask that you take his cooperation into account
and understand that his motives were completely innocent.
Detective, I believe that book belongs with me.
It's an important part of my family's legacy,
but not at the expense of people's lives.
I didn't kill anyone.
My family's name
will forever be linked to these murders now.
Believe me, I want that killer found
just as much as you.
This is too much.
Guys, when you said come over,
I had no idea
the two of you were cooking for an army.
We're just playing around with a few ideas for the menu.
We needed an impartial judge.
Now, here in front of you,
we have Oysters Rockefeller crostini...
one of the specialties of Belvedere's Fine Dining.
Here, we have
creamy garlic shrimp in a parmesan sauce.
Mm.
But what we're mostly excited about
is showing you some of
the finer points of Louisiana-style Gumbo.
Here, we have a Cajun Gumbo
with a roux base,
and is more like a stew.
Ooh!
And here we have a Creole Gumbo,
which has a tomato base,
which is more like a soup,
which we have here.
[Maggie] Oh, boy.
Henry tells me that you like shrimp.
I do.
Let me get in here.
Hmm?
Wow.
Okay. Molly's definitely needs to add some Creole to the menu.
- Told you. - Yeah.
We also have another little dish for the menu...
Cajun Mac 'n' Cheese.
Mm!
It'll have a little spicy sausage,
some shrimp,
Cajun seasoning,
a few other little goodies I'm going to throw in there,
but the best part is
we're going to call it...
"The Abby Special."
No way.
And any time you and Abby come in here,
it's on the house.
Guys...
that is so thoughtful.
Thank you so much.
She's going to absolutely love that.
Thank you.
You're welcome.
Hey, we're one big family here.
We miss her, too.
So...
how's the case going?
I hear you two had a very interesting meeting
with Nicholas Belvedere today, right?
Yeah. You can say that again.
I don't know. I just don't fully trust him.
He's already lied to us once.
I checked the system, though.
He doesn't own a red truck or a gun.
He has no prior arrests.
What do you make of our book binder?
I was hoping to find him in the system as well.
He fits so perfectly
with the theory of the book being forged.
He had access,
and he certainly has the skill set,
but, again, nothing.
No arrests, no violations...
nada.
I saw something at his house.
I leaned up against this large mirror,
and it closed a couple of inches,
as though one side were hinged.
To me, it felt like
you could swing that whole mirror
open on one side.
Why would a mirror have a hinge?
I don't know,
but it clicked shut and it wouldn't move again.
I've seen a lot of wall safes in my time.
Well, whatever it is...
I have an idea.
Now, I know how you feel about breaking and entering,
so I just wanted to run a little idea by you.
Actually, it involves both of you.
And what is this little idea?
Exactly.
I cannot believe I let you talk me into this.
Shh! He's coming.
Detective Price, Mr. Ross.
What can I do for you?
We are so sorry to bother you this late, Mr. Kraus,
and I feel so dumb,
but I have unfortunately left my house keys somewhere,
and we are retracing our steps for the entire day,
and this is the last place that we haven't checked.
Is there any way
we can just pop in for 30 seconds
and confirm that I didn't leave my keys here somewhere?
I'm quite sure they're not here.
I think I would have seen them.
I'm sure you're right, Mr. Kraus,
and I wouldn't even ask,
it's just that, well, he's done this before,
and there's no way
I'm letting him sleep on my couch again.
I promise we will be 30 seconds.
30 seconds.
- Thank you. - Thank you very much.
So when we first arrived,
I think we were in the kitchen,
and then we...
I think ended up in the living room,
so maybe they fell under the coffee table, or...
Yeah, I think they're over here.
[doorbell rings]
It's over here.
I'm sorry to bother you, sir.
We are canvassing the area
and talking to home owners
about the rash of break-ins reported in this neighborhood.
If you don't mind,
I'd like to ask you some questions,
Mr...?
Kraus.
Now might not be the best time...
["officer"] It will just take a minute.
Have you experienced
any disturbances yourself recently?
[Kraus] No, I haven't.
["officer"] We're mostly concerned
about this past week.
Have you heard any strange noises outside?
♪ ♪
["officer"] Have we met before?
♪ ♪
So, how long have you lived in this area?
We found them!
We got them!
Again, so sorry to have bothered you, Mr. Kraus.
Oh, looks like you're having a busy evening.
So it would seem.
Well, then we'll get out of your way.
Thank you, Mr. Kraus.
Good night, officer.
Good night.
So...
that'll be all.
Thank you.
Thank you...
[laughing]
Oh, boy, have I ever missed that.
Just like old times.
- Nice work, Officer Ross. - Yeah.
Wow. We could use you in undercover.
Oh, don't you tempt me, Maggie.
I did my fair share of that back in the day.
Did you get what you need?
Yes, sir. All of it. Right here.
Milo definitely forged the chef's book.
He had all the tools of a forger in that secret room.
I mean, I'm willing to bet he's our guy.
[Munro] Price, you got a minute?
Yeah, what have you got for me, Munro?
The lab report came back on the soil sample
from that boot print at Daniel Whelan's house.
There's nothing special for the most part,
just your typical
clay and other deposits from central California.
But there is one thing that's odd.
Yeah, what's that?
There was a high concentration of something called wormwood.
Wormwood, huh?
That's an herb.
Part of the plant and its oils
have been used in cooking and medicine for centuries.
Okay.
So what was wormwood doing at Daniel Whelan's house?
And why do we care?
Beats me.
Are you and Henry going to pick up Mr. Kraus?
Yeah, we were just about to leave.
We're also going to bring Josie back in
for further questioning
because my instincts tell me
this whole thing starts with her.
Henry, look.
[Henry] Are you kidding me?
Is that the same truck?
[Maggie] Yeah. Look at the shell on the back.
[Munro] Price, are you still there?
Hang on a second, Munro.
- Hey, Jim. - Hey.
What's going on?
- Why's the driver here? - Don't let him see you!
Very good. How are you doing?
- I've got your order here. - Thank you.
What are we supposed to do?
It's different plates.
Hey, Munro, run this plate for me, okay?
- Yeah. - Six, Charlie...
Alpha, Juliet, zero, four, four.
[Munro] Okay, that's registered
to a 2009 red
Chevrolet Colorado pick-up truck.
Registered owner is Dominic Lambert.
No outstanding warrants,
and no plates are listed missing.
Okay. Listen.
You and Bailey need to round up Milo Kraus and Josie Klein
and bring them back to the station
for questioning...
but keep them separated, though, okay?
[Munro] Okay. We're on it.
Munro got a hit on the truck.
[Henry] Look, there he goes.
Hey, Dad.
Jim, who was that guy that you were just talking to?
- The guy with the cap? - Yeah.
His name's Dom.
He's the guy I told you about.
He was here the other day, remember?
He owns a liquor distillery.
A distillery?
Yeah. He's got this new drink that's very popular...
"Emerald Dream."
All the young people are into it, apparently,
so I thought maybe we could serve it here.
Dom left a couple of samples here the other day,
and so far, everyone loves it.
I just ordered some more.
Why? What's wrong?
Dad, can you show me this drink?
Yeah. Sure.
Do you remember him?
No, I've never met him.
I don't know what going on.
I don't know anything about this distillery.
Here you go.
It's a little bitter for me,
but Dom says they're doing so well,
that they've decided to expand their product line
based on the success of this one drink.
What do you make of it?
I take it this kid's in some kind of trouble?
Could be...
In more ways than one.
Just tell me what you're thinking.
No, it's just a hunch.
It's too early to speculate,
but what I would love
is to get a look inside that distillery.
Yeah, me too.
We've got Milo and Josie back at the precinct
to explain their involvement in the forgery.
What we don't know
is how Dom Lambert fits into all of this.
Clearly, he's been tailing us.
We spotted him at the second murder scene.
Why don't we pick him up and bring him in?
Yeah, I don't like going into an interrogation blind.
I want to know what I'm dealing with first.
Wait, I have an idea.
Jim said that Dom was doing
the rounds with his clients, right?
Yeah?
Just follow my lead.
Hello. May I help you?
Hi there.
Yes, I'm Maggie Price.
This is my partner, Henry Ross.
We're consultants
for a chain of liquor distributors in Europe,
and we recently came across your Emerald Dream
and spoke with Mr. Lambert
about possibly doing a marketing study overseas.
[Henry] That's right.
We think there's a huge opportunity
for this drink
and Dom said to just come by
and he would show us around the facility.
Oh, I'm afraid Mr. Lambert isn't in right now.
Did you have an appointment?
No, sorry.
He made it sound like we could just drop by anytime.
I'm sure he'll be back by 3:00.
Would you like to come back then?
Oh...
I'm afraid that's not going to work.
We, uh...
We have a plane to catch. To London...
because we are attending
the European Wine and Spirits Festival,
where we were hoping
to talk about Emerald Dream to all of our clients.
We're not going to be back in the San Francisco area
for, what, several months, and...
You know what?
I'm sure it's fine if it's quick.
I'll take you through right now.
- Thank you. - Great.
- That would be wonderful. - Mm-hmm.
As you can see, everything is state of the art.
We are still a small distillery,
but Mr. Lambert feels very strongly
that distilling
is firmly rooted in Californian tradition
and we can compete
with some of the bigger names out there
as long as we keep
our ingredients organic and local.
That's a big selling point for us.
[Maggie] So all the ingredients are local?
Interesting.
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[sniffs]
[Maggie] Okay. Thanks, boys.
Okay...
Dominic Lambert owns a distillery
and makes a very popular drink called "Emerald Dream."
Oh, yeah.
I know that drink. It's great.
Yeah, and I think I know why.
What do you mean?
Okay.
We just took a quick tour of the distillery,
and through a vent on a locked door,
I smelled thujone.
What's that?
All right, stick with me on this.
Thujone...
has a very distinct menthol smell
and is a central component of pure absinthe.
- Absinthe? - Yeah.
I believe Mr. Lambert
is using an old formula of absinthe,
which uses thujone.
Now, thujone has a very high alcohol content
and is toxic in high enough doses.
It can lead to convulsions and even death.
The FDA bans it,
and is very much illegal to serve it in food or drink,
but the best part is...
guess where it comes from?
- Wormwood. - [Forsyth] Oh...
And traces of wormwood
were found in the muddy boot print
at Daniel Whelan's crime scene.
Exactly.
If Dom Lambert didn't kill Whelan,
he's certainly involved.
So not only is this guy selling an illegal substance,
but he's also the number one suspect
in a murder investigation.
I still don't understand
how all of this is connected to the book.
That's what we're about to find out.
You've been lying to me, Mrs. Klein.
About the book.
About Milo.
I've got two victims in a murder investigation
and all of my evidence
points back at you and that book.
It's not looking good for you.
I didn't kill anyone. I promise.
Then start talking.
And the truth this time.
I was given the original chef's book.
Milo found it in Los Angeles,
just sitting there in a dusty back room.
He knew it would be a great item for the charity auction.
Why didn't you just sell the original book?
At first, I intended to.
When I first got it, I didn't really examine it much.
It seemed authentic,
so I added it to the auction catalogue.
It wasn't until later
that I had time to sit down and really examine its contents.
How much do you know about absinthe?
Quite a bit, actually.
I'm somewhat of a culinary history buff.
Then you may know
that a hundred years ago,
it was popular not only as a drink,
but as a food ingredient.
Many restaurants used it in their menu,
but once it became illegal, they were forced to stop.
What I discovered in the chef's book
was that...
Belvedere's never stopped using it.
In fact, some of
their most famous signature dishes
relied heavily on it.
Couldn't they have just substituted the absinthe?
Some places did and they lost customers over it.
Apparently, Belvedere's didn't want to risk it.
The problem is that absinthe
has sometimes been associated with serious health issues.
[Josie] I knew that
if it became public knowledge
that the famous Belvedere's
had been using
an illegal substance for decades,
their legacy would be ruined
and Nicholas might even be vulnerable
to a class-action lawsuit.
You're actually right about that lawsuit.
What they were doing was illegal.
Nicholas could be financially ruined over this.
Why would you care so much
about Nicholas and the Belvedere family?
I was married to my husband for over 40 years
and I loved him dearly.
But before William,
I was in love with a very talented young man.
He was so good-looking and so passionate about life...
and cooking.
His name was George Belvedere.
Nicholas' grandfather.
Our lives went in separate directions,
but...
you never forget your first love.
So you didn't want the Belvedere name harmed,
so you reached out to Milo,
and you knew he could forge the book.
I didn't know what else to do.
The book had already been publicly announced
and I thought if Milo just recreated it,
and took out all the references to absinthe,
then who would be hurt?
Everything else was exactly as it was in the original.
I had no idea it would lead to all this.
Please don't blame Milo for any of this.
He's an old friend and he did it for me.
I just wanted to protect Nicholas.
It would have devastated George
if he ruined his grandson's life.
We're going to need that book.
If you haven't destroyed it.
Of course.
I couldn't bring myself to do that.
I still have it.
Just one last thing.
Do you know a Dominic Lambert?
No. I've never heard of him.
Okay, so the mystery of the forged book is solved.
That still doesn't explain
how Dom Lambert and his distillery
are connected to the book
and why he killed Daniel Whelan.
Well, I hate to say it,
but is it possible they're not connected?
No, I don't buy it.
Absinthe and that chef's book are at the center of all this.
Dom Lambert killed for that book.
If you believe Josie Klein,
Nicholas Belvedere had a lot to lose
if that book got into the wrong hands.
Well, it's true.
A class-action lawsuit
would financially destroyed Nicholas.
I mean, he'd be wishing
that van Gogh painting of his truly were real.
Wait a minute...
what was in
the van Gogh painting on Nicholas' wall?
It was a windmill.
And what is the full name of Dom's distillery again?
WLD stands for Windmolen Liquor Distillery.
Wait.
"Windmolen" is Dutch for "Windmill."
Windmill.
Nicholas' painting
is part of the distillery's logo and name.
van Gogh was famous for drinking absinthe.
Where are you going with this?
The distillery would need a large crop of wormwood
to create enough thujone for its operation, right?
Yes, it would.
He'd need acres of private land with no prying eyes.
Would you two please fill me in on what you are talking about?
Yes. Follow me.
So...
let's look at this.
This is the Belvedere mansion from an aerial point of view.
There's the house.
Right. I recognize that.
Let's just take a little look over here
What are those?
Those look like very large greenhouses.
[Maggie] Seems like a great place
to grow a lot of wormwood,
don't you think?
It's wormwood, all right.
There must be thousands of plants in here.
This is just one greenhouse.
He has three others.
So Nicholas and Dominic are in business together
in an illegal liquor operation.
I still don't understand
how the book fits into all of this.
And hopefully no one ever will.
I'm sure you have a gun on you somewhere, Detective.
Drop it to the ground.
And both of you, back up.
So who killed Daniel Whelan?
Was that you or Dominic?
Now, that was Dom.
You were very helpful in leading us to Daniel.
We knew he had the book
after your failed sting operation.
And thank you for not buying it by the way, Henry.
Daniel was kind enough
to give it to us at his house before...
well, you know.
It's all starting to make sense.
If you say so...
Nicholas heard about the book's existence
and was worried that absinthe may have been mentioned in it.
He knew he had to get his hands on it first.
That's why he hired you through the lawyer.
Very good, Detective.
There had always been rumors in my family
that our restaurant
had never stopped using absinthe in the menu.
It's quite the family secret.
I knew that if it was widely known,
my family's name would be destroyed
and I'd lose everything in lawsuits.
Losing all of your money
would have been the least of your problems.
If the FDA found out
that you and Dom
were secretly selling thujone in your liquor operations,
you would have been going away for a long time.
That's why you needed the book.
As you've discovered,
I have quite a lot of wormwood that I'd like to keep secret.
The less people or federal agencies
that poke around in my life
the better.
You inherited a fortune.
Why risk it over this?
Well, looks can be deceiving, Henry.
My father made some foolish investments.
That's part of the reason that Belvedere's closed.
Dom and I went to school together.
His family had a background in the distillery business.
I supplied the start-up capital and the greenhouses for wormwood
and Dom supplied the distillery know-how.
The only problem was the book and what might be inside it.
[laughs]
Turned out, I didn't need to worry about that.
My family was smarter than I thought.
They made no mention of absinthe.
I've destroyed the book,
so it doesn't really matter,
but...
it's a shame
that two people had to lose their lives over it.
Sorry... I mean four.
Nicholas! Nicholas, look at me!
You don't need to do this!
[Maggie] Run!
[gunshots firing]
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I know you're in here, Henry!
You have no idea do you?
What?
The book you destroyed is a fake.
The real Belvedere chef's book
is safe in our custody
and it very much describes
the absinthe that your family used in their menu.
You're lying.
[Henry] Afraid not.
Even if you kill us,
the police know everything about the distillery.
It's over, Nicholas.
Yes.
Get up, Henry.
Detective, I know you're in here.
Show yourself if you want to see your partner alive again.
Maggie, don't!
Show yourself or I'll kill him!
♪ ♪
A second gun.
I should have known.
Don't come any closer!
You shoot him, I shoot you.
Your choice.
Can we have one more choice, perhaps?
♪ ♪
It's over Nicholas.
So Daniel killed Richie,
hoping to sell the book
and pay off his gambling debts...
And then Dom,
under orders from Nicholas,
killed Daniel.
They thought they finally had the real book
and all their problems were over.
What about Josie and Milo?
After hearing her side, I spoke with the D.A.
What they did was wrong, but it came from a good place,
so the charges were dropped to a misdemeanor
and they'll serve a little probation,
and that's it.
To the best crime-fighting duo since Holmes and Watson.
That might be a little much.
Castle and Beckett?
Batman and Robin?
- Am I the Robin in this? - Definitely.
How about simply to a job well done?
By everyone. Including you, Jim.
Well, thank you, Maggie.
[all together] Cheers!
Well, if you'll excuse me,
I've gotta check something on the grill.
- Of course. - All right.
Well, I was going to save this for later,
but...
I have a little something for you.
What?
What is this?
Wait...
Is this...?
The actual Belvedere Chef's book.
I convinced Josie to give it to me.
I told her that I knew a certain someone
who would truly appreciate its historical significance
and always, always take good care of it.
Wow. I...
I don't know what to say.
Oh, well, that's a first.
Thank you.
You're welcome.
You deserve it.
Well, since we're exchanging gifts...
Oh...
I have a little something for you, too.
Okay...
I always felt bad that we missed the Giants game,
so I got us tickets to tomorrow night's game...
right behind home plate.
Wait.
There's three tickets.
Well, it's the long weekend,
so I thought maybe we could have company.
[gasps]
Stop!
Baby girl, what are you doing here?
Henry sent me a ticket
so I could come for the weekend.
You did this?
Can you afford the time away?
Yeah, it's fine.
And to tell you the truth, I kind of miss you.
"Kind of"?
I miss you so much.
Besides, we are celebrating
and I heard that there's some killer mac 'n' cheese
that I need to try.
Yeah, there is!
You've come to the right place!
[all chatting happily]
Oh, you're gonna love it.
Get in here, get in here!
♪ ♪