[ Upbeat hip-hop plays ] ♪♪ -♪ I'm sailing up high in the sky ♪ ♪ Oh, won't you come be in my boat ride?

♪ ♪ Sailing so completely free ♪ ♪ Oh, won't you come ♪ -[ Squelch ] -♪ Sailing with me?

♪ -[ Groans ] Yuck!

[ Laughter ] -Oh, my goodness.

What a hoot.

Ooh!

Mummy loves you.

Eee.

Hello.

-Excuse me.

Your baby is -- Oh!

Really hairy.

-Thanks.

This is Noah.

[ Laughs ] -In his pram.

-He has a heart condition.

-Oh, maybe he should be home in bed.

-[ Panting ] -Where he can crap in your backyard, instead of on the path out there.

-Are you Australian?

[ Suspenseful-whimsical tune plays ] -I'm from here, actually.

-And a cat person, I'm guessing.

♪♪ I've got a case I think you might be interested in.

Daniel Woodward.

Historian, owner and main presenter of a visiting costume exhibition at Oakland Museum.

The show was packing them in.

He developed it with his partner, Stella Moore.

-Partner?

-In business and in life.

-Oh, I think you mean deluded optimists.

-Hmm, yeah, you could say that.

She dumped him a week after the exhibition opened.

They kept working together at the museum, until Tuesday, two weeks ago.

Just after dawn on the 10th, Daniel's body was pulled from the water just south of Motutapu.

No water in the lungs.

He died from blunt-force trauma to the skull.

-Caused by...?

-The coroner brought down an open finding.

Stella received an SMS from Daniel, sent at 10:15 the Monday night -- "I'm sorry, Stella.

Nothing works anymore."

She left her phone at the museum, so didn't see it till the next day.

-A farewell note sent by text?

-Yeah, well, guys his age don't carry pens.

-Did he include any emojis?

-We found the phone by the cliff at Achilles Point, not far from Daniel's car.

-Wait a minute.

His body was found way east of the cliffs.

-Five hours of ebb tide.

-Hmm.

Did you track his movements that night?

-After he left work, he bought a burger, a bottle of Italian bubbly in Parnell.

He walked around a bit, then traveled east towards Achilles Point, until he turned his phone off around about 8:00.

-Well, what about at the museum that day?

-The museum managed to misplace a month's worth of CCTV hard drives.

-Awkward.

-And convenient.

-So, what are these markings on his hand?

-I don't know.

Hand doodles?

-Oh, let's not call them that.

-[ Scoffs ] -So, what do you think?

Did he fall or was he pushed?

-It's Daniel's phone that bugs me the most.

Wasn't a fingerprint on it.

-Now, who wipes their phone after sending a text?

-Well, I wipe my phone.

I want to keep it shiny.

-Why?

Even if you're teetering on the edge of a cliff?

-Well, probably.

I don't know.

It's a habit.

-Yeah, like putting away the teacups face-up instead of -down.

-Yeah, or you pretending to listen to me when you're not really listening at all.

-Squiggles.

-That was deliberate.

What do you want me to do with this?

-Just do, you know, your image searchy thingy.

-You want me to pattern match this with... everything on the planet?

-Yeah, sounds good.

Do it.

-Well, we're going to need better Internet.

At our place, I mean.

-Oh, gosh!

From the outside, she's hardly changed a bit.

[ Mellow funk plays ] ♪♪ ♪♪ -[ Speaking indigenous language ] -Oh, it's all new.

You know, there used to be a family of Kiwi over here.

Why do they have to move things?

-When were you last here, exactly?

-198...2?

-Okay, yeah.

They've also got the electricity on now.

-Um, Sonny.

Hi.

Can you point us to the Legendary Threads exhibition?

-Yeah, Level 1, ladies.

Tickets are just back there.

-Oh, we're actually here on a police matter.

-The guy from the Threads exhibition.

-Daniel Woodward.

You knew him?

-Uh, yeah.

I mean, enough to say hi.

He was a nice guy.

Look, um, head on up without tickets.

Tell them Sonny sent you.

[ Chuckles ] ♪♪ -Wow!

These are amazing!

-You keep doing that tourist thing, alright?

-Oh, I will.

-Stella?

My name is Alexa Crowe.

I'm helping the police with their inquiries.

-I'm just trying to get past it, you know?

-No, I do know, actually.

I'm sorry about Daniel.

-Thanks.

-So... what can you tell me?

-Yes, he was still depressed about our break-up.

Yes, we'd had an argument that day.

Again.

-Do you like Italian bubbly?

-Sorry?

No.

-It's just Daniel bought a bottle of Prosecco, and I wondered if, maybe, he was planning to come over, you know, patch things up.

-He didn't.

And I'd called him after the argument, before I left work.

-Five times, according to your phone records.

-He never answered.

-What was your argument about?

-Something stupid.

Our dog, I think.

-Well, it must've been hard for you to keep working together so closely.

-We met at art school.

We'd been together five years.

We built all of this from scratch.

-Why'd you end it?

-This was supposed to be our exhibition, our business.

It took me a while to realize it was really only his.

-And you were home that night?

-Yeah.

I was watching an old movie.

-Really?

Which one?

-"North by Northwest"?

-Oh, love that one.

You know that scene where Cary Grant finally meets George Kaplan?

-Yeah, I know.

It's wild.

Sorry, I have to... -Stella.

-Now?

Really?

-Do you know what this pattern means?

-I've been through all this.

He was always using his hand as a Post-it Note.

11:00 tour!

We are meeting by the battle armor.

-They have George Harrison's caftan, and it is awesome.

-Hare krishna.

This was my absolute favorite.

It was Centennial Street.

It was right here.

It was all set up with shops from Auckland in the 1860s.

-Oh, candle maker, leech applier?

-I loved it.

Oh.

-Something else they changed to annoy you?

-No, this was always here.

I used to stare at these masks and imagine myself at a ball in Venice.

I remember it perfectly.

Sonny!

We're looking for Lillian Reid.

-I'll show you.

All part of the service.

-Now, we have had the CCTV hard drives stolen before.

They're worth quite a lot.

-Who had access?

-Oh, only the other members of the security committee, all the curators.

We keep them locked in the basement.

Would you like to see?

-Oh, maybe later.

-Ah!

You've been to Legendary Threads, I see.

-Mm, there's a whole section on corsets.

Now, I don't know if they're a tool for the patriarchy or female empowerment.

-Exactly.

-Still, now, you're thinking about corsets, so that's a win.

-[ Scoffs ] -I'm glad you're looking into Daniel's death.

-Yeah, evidently, you were the last one who spoke to him before he died.

-Oh.

Well, we did have a meeting at 5:30.

Administration things.

-How long have you been a curator here?

-Oh, about 10 years.

Taking up a position in New York in a week.

-Oh, very cool.

Congrats.

-Thank you.

-Mm.

Does this mean anything to you?

-Um...

I don't -- Is that Daniel's hand?

-Legendary Threads was your project?

-No.

No, Daniel brought it to me.

I championed it.

-So, you saw quite a lot of him?

-I did, yeah.

[ Sighs ] I wish I'd seen more.

Been a better friend.

You know, maybe then...

I'm sorry.

[ Cries ] He was very upset.

Worried about working with Stella long-term.

You do know that they -- -Oh, we heard.

-Right.

I wanted to extend the show.

[ Scoffs ] "I can't go on," he -- he said.

I thought that he meant... God, I feel so stupid.

-Did he tell you where he was going that night?

-No!

If...

I had known what he was thinking, then...

I could've kept him here or called Stella.

Something.

It-- It's such a loss.

-He did seem to have a lot going for him.

-Oh, he had an encyclopedic knowledge in his field, a wonderful eye for detail.

-Stella seems to have picked up the baton nicely, though.

-Daniel was a showman.

Stella's doing quite a good job, but... no, she's -- she's not Daniel.

-Abraham Lincoln, with his boots on and his stovepipe hat, he's pushing seven feet tall.

I mean, he could go head-to-head with Shaquille O'Neal.

[ Laughter ] His height.

What was his brand?

And, I mean, we still recognize that hat 160 years later.

-This was taken from a visitor's phone the afternoon of the day he died.

He doesn't look too broken-hearted.

-No, he doesn't.

But then he was a performer.

-Hmm.

-So's Stella.

♪♪ [ Gasps ] -Phone was found over there.

-Right.

You know, if you went over here, what are the odds, if you fell into water -- -I've read articles on survival rates for falls.

If you hit your head, you're dead.

-I don't even like the look of paddling down there.

Oh, you might be interested to know this is the nudie beach down there.

-Oh my G-- There's a guy down there!

-I know!

-[ Laughs ] I've been running that image search for the marks on the dead guy's hands.

Very wide parameters.

One hit -- a rock formation 30 miles from Boise, Idaho, but I'm thinking no.

-[ Sighs ] Can you pull up the tide charts for the night that Daniel died?

I want to know specifically the speed of an ebb tide.

-Sure.

[ Click ] -Are you going to light a candle every single night?

-My family gives candles at birthdays.

What are you, a candle hater?

-[ Purring ] -Lemon fragrance, orange pine -- it smells like toilet spray.

-Oh, way to kill the mood.

[ Cat sneezes ] -See?

[ Cat meowing ] -Alright, here we go.

High tide, 9:40 PM.

The flood tide was running at 1.4 knots.

-But that's in the middle of the channel, where the water's deepest.

What about in the shallow?

It should be going slower.

-0.4 knots near the south shore.

-That's why the kayaker was paddling close in -- it's easier when you're going against the current.

-But if Daniel's body was found near the island -- -What time was his body found?

-About 6:00 a.m. -So, he can't possibly have died on the rocks at Achilles Point.

There wouldn't have been time for the body to float that far.

He must've gone into the water in the main channel or much further east.

-So, who left his phone on the cliff?

-I'm guessing the same person that drove the car there.

And who sent the text to Stella's phone.

And probably the person who killed him.

[ Blows ] [ Mellow funk plays ] Here you go, Ruben.

You know, I would have brought this to you.

-No worries.

It was on my way.

-Okay, I want that bag back, alright?

-Of course.

[ Chuckles ] -Hey, Ruben, would you ever drink Prosecco with a hamburger?

-Only if I knew the burger was going to be terrible.

Dull the pain.

Is that an Aussie thing?

-What?

-No -- How should I know?!

-Oh, your sourdough.

-Did somebody complain?

-No, relax.

Customers are wanting to buy whole loaves to take home.

You should think about making more.

-What am I, a machine?

-A very nice machine.

-[ Scoffs ] You know, I'm suspicious of people who lay it on with a trowel.

-I'm not.

I quite like it, in case that's useful.

-[ Chuckles ] Might be.

-Ooh!

He should come by more often.

-Oh, easy, tiger.

-Okay, here's a question -- why would Stella kill Daniel, if she'd already ended the relationship?

-Maybe she wanted the limelight.

-Or maybe being with someone who drives you crazy all the time just got too much.

-Oh, I'm sure that could never happen.

-What about Stella's alibi?

-Now that, she was lying about.

[ Tense music plays ] ♪♪ ♪♪ -Oh, you're back again.

How's it all going?

Can I help you with anything?

-I'm good, but what's going on here?

-Ah, it's routine stuff.

The curators, they pull some of the pieces from the collection for cleaning and checks.

It's a regular thing.

-Exciting stuff.

-Well, the actual real exciting stuff is talking to beautiful people.

-Oh.

-And who guards the CCTV hard drives?

-You heard about that?

It's a bit embarrassing.

-Did you let anybody into the space where they're stored in the last month?

Like someone from the costume exhibition?

-No way.

I don't have a key.

Only management gets in the IT room.

Oh -- usually.

-Thank you.

-That security guy's going to ask for my number.

You watch.

-Mm-hmm.

-There you are.

Little gift from the shop.

-Oh!

I'm betting you're a fan of Kate Sheppard.

-She plays netball, right?

-19th century suffragette.

Famous.

-Oh!

Gorgeous.

Thank you.

-New Zealand women were the first in the world to win the vote, thanks to Kate.

-I bet she would have made a great goal attack.

-And I have something for you, because I've been thinking about the marks on Daniel's hand.

The collar is called a ruff, early 16th to mid-17th century.

-Ooh, and I thought padded shoulders look stupid.

-It was worn as a status symbol by gentlemen of means because who could possibly do manual labor in such a thing?

-Oh, like stilettos, then?

-Pretty much.

-But I'm not seeing it.

-But see the curve at the top?

Then the lines down here are the folds of the material.

I mean... -But why would he copy this on his hand?

-Daniel was a very precise man.

Perhaps he was designing a better one.

♪♪ -Obsessing over tiny details.

-Because of a broken heart?

-Maybe.

Hello again.

I've been watching some footage of Daniel working.

He was really exciting to watch.

-Yeah, he's a hard act to follow.

-Stella, I've got to ask, do you know of anybody who would have wanted to harm him?

-No, what do you mean?

-I just think somebody else was responsible for what happened.

-He didn't have enemies.

Look at what we do.

-Artifacts, treasures.

Even the antiquities world has a dark side.

-Honestly, there was no one.

-You lied to me.

You said that you had a night at home watching "North by Northwest."

I asked you about Cary Grant meeting George Kaplan, but George Kaplan doesn't exist.

That's the big twist in Act II.

-I was home.

I tried to ring Daniel.

He was so upset... about a guy that I'd seen a few times, I did put the movie on, -But then Daniel came over?

-No, not Daniel.

Someone else.

-Who was it?

-I promised to keep him out of it.

He's married and has a kid, He's an idiot.

-Is he?

-Okay, I'm an idiot, too.

but I don't want to be the one to wreck his marriage.

-This might be just a fling, as you say, but I'm telling you, you're a murder suspect, and that idiot is your alibi.

Ta-da!

Oh, Sonny, have you been keeping an eye on us all this time?

-Yeah, just doing my job.

-You married?

-Sorry, what?

-And you got a baby.

Just one at this point, right?

-Who have you been talking to?

-Stella.

Stella Moore.

-It just happened, right?

[ Sighs ] She was so unhappy and so... -Vulnerable.

I know.

-She promised to keep it quiet.

-Well, she tried.

-Can you?

Please?

-Maybe.

Depends how helpful you can be.

How long were you with Stella that night?

-[ Sighs ] A few hours.

-Anyone see you?

-No.

-What time did you leave her?

-I don't know.

Midnight.

♪♪ -What was on those missing hard drives that you didn't want people to see?

-Sonny had all these in his locker?

He's a terrible thief.

-[ Chuckles ] Okay.

Go to the exhibition space.

-Sonny and Stella?

I guess that works.

And he's married?

-Oh, very.

-That man needs to dial down his smile like 80%.

-There.

-It's 5:05, East Corridor.

♪♪ -Well, it figures.

It's Sonny.

-The fight was about him.

-You don't even need the sound.

"How long's this been going on then?!"

-"We're not together anymore, Daniel, just butt out."

♪♪ If Sonny was with Stella that night in bed, say, and Daniel did turn up... -So, new lover fights the ex-lover, and Daniel gets killed.

-And they fake the cliff fall.

It fits.

-Except that it doesn't.

-Already selling your extra loaves.

Hot cakes.

-Great!

I can retire -- again.

-But I was thinking maybe you should brand your bread, make it stand out from the supermarket sourdough.

-I don't like packaging.

-It's simpler than that.

You just use a butter glaze.

Looks different.

Looks cool.

-Noted.

-And I've been through Stella's phone records.

She never called Sonny.

-He would've told her not to.

He's married.

-Well, that was an interesting request.

Phone data for Sonny Tuhana, security guard.

-Let me take a stab -- It places him with Stella on the night that Daniel died.

-It does.

Funny Stella never mentioned him.

-So, his phone is logged at Stella's from 8:15 p.m. to... midnight.

-No trips to the harbor with the body.

-Unless he was smart enough to leave the phone behind when they dumped Daniel.

-Sounds like it's time to bring Sonny Tuhana in.

And Stella -- put a bit of pressure on.

-Well, no hurry, eh?

-Well, I think there is.

You found a love triangle.

That spells means and motive.

Well done you.

-No, there are loose ends.

-Yep, and I'll tie 'em up.

-Loose ends you don't know about.

Look, the body went into the water in the middle of the harbor.

It wasn't chucked over a cliff.

-What?

-It's a tide thing.

-So, how would Sonny and Stella get the body out there?

And why?

Why not just throw it over a cliff?

-Good questions.

I'll ask them.

-Just give me 24 hours.

I think Sonny was just a friend, just a shoulder to cry on after a break-up.

-24 hours.

-Thank you.

-A shoulder.

Why are you protecting Sonny?

-I'm not protecting Sonny.

I'm protecting his kid.

Look, we're not the police.

We can do things our way.

-Your way.

-Alright.

My way.

When I was a kid, my father used to take us to the museum all the time.

Great memories there.

But then one time, my mother took us as a treat, and that's where she told us that she was moving to Australia without Dad, and we'd have to choose.

-Well, that sucks.

You went with Mum?

-And my brother, Will, stayed with Dad, so happy, happy families.

So, if we can not mess up a kid's life today, let's!

-Where are you going?

-Going to talk to Stella's neighbors.

♪♪ Hello.

-Hey.

Can I just say, I don't think your life's a mess.

-Ass off that table.

We don't do that in New Zealand.

-Sorry.

There were 10 of us at home, so you sat where you could.

-Do you see any chair shortages here?

-Any luck with the neighbors?

-No, nobody remembers Sonny.

-Okay.

Check this.

This is Daniel 15 minutes after his fight with Stella.

♪♪ -Oh!

Mads, this is it.

What's on display there?

What's he copying?

-How would I know?

It's the West Corridor.

-I think he's going to that meeting with Lillian.

-I think that's outside her office.

♪♪ ♪♪ -He showed her his hand.

-Lillian doesn't bother with socials much.

It's no fun.

Studied history.

Worked as a conservator in the UK before she made the jump to curator here.

Oh, a newspaper article... about Lillian getting the job in New York, senior curator at the Hibbard Center.

Youngest ever.

-Wait.

-This is such a puff piece.

-Let me see.

-They even did a photo shoot.

-My God.

-I know.

Her clothes are amazing.

-Look where they took the photograph.

-Lillian relaxes on the Mimu.

-That's the Reid family yacht right here in the Auckland harbor.

-Ooh, and apparently they're selling it.

-Come on.

♪♪ ♪♪ Wow!

Look at me now.

[ Camera shutter clicks ] -Come on, Madison.

We're working.

-My office in Melbourne looked out on a brick wall.

Hey, Alexa.

-Can I help you?

-H-Hello, I'm Alexa.

-Call me Trevor.

Manager, caretaker, vigilante.

-Delighted.

We've been talking to Lillian Reid about buying her yacht.

-Ah, the Mimu.

Lovely.

-Yes, well, we were here for an inspection, but I'm afraid Lillian has been caught up at the museum, and she told me never fear, that Trevor would see us right.

-Of course he will.

Come this way.

-Super.

-How long you been sailing?

-Oh, me, it's my whole life.

-Alright.

Brilliant.

Well, then -- ah!

Here we go.

-Marv.

-Uh, Trevor.

How do you keep track of the boats coming and going?

I mean, what if one's stolen?

-Right here in my pocket?

Yeah.

It's all on an app these days.

Owners send me a note when they head out, and easy.

-And how often does the Mimu go out?

I mean, it hasn't been sitting here for months, growing barnacles, has it?

-[ Chuckles ] Oh, it goes out on the weekends a bit.

Lillian likes to take her girlfriends for a sail.

-We actually have a mutual friend with Lillian.

Tanya was meant to go sailing, wasn't she?

When was that, Alexa.

-Oh, it was a Monday night, the 9th.

-Yes, and when she got here, the yacht had sailed.

-Ah.

Hmm, that's weird.

The 9th.

Ah, yeah.

Lillian took the Mimu out just after 8:00.

I saw her leave.

-It's funny to ignore Tanya, but then that happens, I suppose.

-Perhaps Lillian met a man.

-Mm.

-More fun than Tanya, let me tell you.

-No, it was only Lillian.

I'd remember a man.

-Well, thank you, Trevor.

You have been very helpful.

♪♪ -Okay.

Western Corridor.

It's somewhere here.

-Lillian lied about seeing that pattern on Daniel's hand.

She fed us that line about collars.

What the hell is she covering up?

-Okay.

This is the spot.

Right here.

-Yep, Daniel stood here drawing on his hand, copying... what?

-I don't see anything that looks like it.

-Lillian Reid knows what it is.

♪♪ ♪♪ -Hello again.

I got a message.

-I am remembering Centennial Street.

Was it not here?

-Yeah, for nearly 50 years.

-Oh, hey, the CCTV footage showed up, and I had a look at it.

-I-Is there a problem?

-Daniel showed you his hand.

-I told you, I have no recollection of that.

-He had just come from ranting at Stella, and then he saw something that he had to bring to you.

-No.

No.

It was a scheduled meeting.

-Where did you go that night, Lillian?

-Well, it was a Monday night.

I took the yacht out, just on the motor.

-Ah, that's a bit dangerous, isn't it?

You know, the dark.

-Not if you're few careful.

And I am careful.

-Oh.

Do you do that often at night?

-I'm trying to sell it.

Motor needs to be turned over.

I do it when I can.

-Who went with you?

-No one.

I was alone.

You can check with the staff there if -- [ Chuckles ] You already have.

So, you know, I was by myself.

-The drawing on Daniel's hand, not a 16th century ruff.

-Look, Daniel was a mess.

And what happened to him was an awful accident.

If you think that's not the case, well... [Sighs] you're going to have to prove it.

♪♪ -Ooh.

Bread smells funny tonight.

Why does it smell funny?

-It's a butter glaze.

It caramelizes.

[ Intercom beeps ] Excuse me.

Harry?

-Yep.

-Did you bring the wine?

-As ordered.

-Entré.

[ Door buzzes ] -And you think my grapefruit candle stinks.

-This is not a stink.

It's a butter glaze aroma.

-It's all in the nose of the beholder, right?

-What's that smell?

-Candles.

-Butter glaze.

-Here's the Prosecco.

Same brand and shop as Daniel's credit card purchase.

It wasn't cheap.

-That's going to look great on your expense report.

Now, listen.

I lifted this off Lillian Reid's yacht.

See the embossing on the top?

That's a match.

That's Daniel's Prosecco.

So, it places him on the yacht that night.

-Only circumstantially.

-Until you get his thumbprint off it.

-50% chance it'll be Lillian's thumb.

-He who buys the bubbly opens the bubbly, it's a rule.

-Lillian has a witness who says she went out alone.

-And just after 8:00, Daniel's phone data has him traveling east towards Okahu.

-I know.

I know.

But still, I'm telling you.

-Well, you're really churning out the loaves, aren't you?

I won't ask if you've got a commercial preparation of foodstuffs permit.

Nice crackled top.

-Yeah.

Consider it a bribe.

And thank you for the extra time.

It puts Lillian firmly in the frame.

-Why would Lillian Reid kill Daniel Woodward?

Something to think about.

-You two.

-[ Scoffs ] [ Door closes ] -I've been looking at that Egyptian vase online, and I checked out the museum poster that was next to it.

I mean, maybe Danny was looking at that.

-Poster.

That's interesting.

-Yeah, but there's no match.

Nothing looks anything -- -Bub, bub, bub, bub, bub!

Bub!

Bub!

Bub!

♪♪ ♪♪ Don't you ever go home?

-Who said I wasn't at home?

You don't give a man much choice.

Where are we going?

-West Corridor.

-Ooh, this place at night gives me the creeps -- ever since I saw that movie.

-What?

"Night At the Museum"?

-No.

Another one.

-Okay.

Here.

You know, Madison was right.

Daniel was copying the poster.

-Copying what?

-You know how yesterday, you were hanging that framed poster in the lobby?

It was one of these, right?

-Yeah.

-Are all these posters new?

-Yeah, I mean, I changed this one over... last Friday.

We've had to swap all the old ones out.

There was a big rush.

-Starting when?

-[ Exhales sharply ] Two weeks ago.

-Well, who wanted all the old posters changed?

-Lillian.

♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ -Good morning.

-Where did you find that?

-Oh, this old thing turned up in the security office.

Caught my eye because this mask is the one thing I remember from years ago.

-Well... You should keep it then.

-I didn't notice how cracked the mask was.

I mean, it's not aging well, is it?

-That's called a craquelure.

It's the upper layers of paint shrinking over the centuries.

Now, I must go.

Packing up my office today.

-How did that go?

-Oh, she's got ice water in her veins, that one.

Now, I know that Daniel was sketching patterned cracks on his hand, and she knows I know, but she keeps calling my bluff.

-But why was Daniel sketching it?

-I don't know.

What'd you find out?

-Okay.

The mask is 500 years old.

Belonged to Artemisia Piscopia, who was bossing it as a mathematician when women were lucky to get an education at all.

The mask came here via England after it was looted from Italy in the 1800s.

Just the usual story.

-Nice scarf.

Looks old.

Even feels kind of old.

-Sure, it's a replica.

It's not meant to look like new.

-We got to get upstairs quick.

♪♪ He was copying these marks from the poster.

-It's not the same mask.

The cracks he copied from the poster don't match the ones on the mask on display.

-It's the same effect, but line for line... -Daniel had an amazing eye for detail.

Lillian said it.

-Oh, he spotted it -- the original mask in the poster has been replaced with a replica.

♪♪ Lillian worked as an art conservator.

She'd have all the skills to make a great fake.

Damaged mask, patina of age, craquelure.

-And she'd have access to do the swap.

-Right.

In the secure room during maintenance.

-But why?

She owns a yacht.

She doesn't need the cash.

-No, if she gets found out, she's going to jail and her career is over.

I mean, I get the feeling that career is everything to Lillian.

-Oh, yeah.

The way she says "New York," she just glows.

-So, Daniel comes to the curator and says, "Ma'am, you've got a fake in your collection."

-There's motive.

-And she says, "Why, thank you, Daniel.

Why don't you come out on my yacht, and we'll talk about it."

-Except he didn't get on the yacht.

-Right.

♪♪ ♪♪ Alright.

I'm here.

-Where did you get to?

-I drove east along the waterfront for about 13 minutes like Daniel did before he turned off his phone.

-Look around.

The police report says he was right next to a phone tower when he switched off.

-Oh, yeah, maybe this is where Daniel rendezvoused with Lillian, -But there's no proof of that.

-Not yet.

♪♪ ♪♪ [ Cat meows ] -So, the go-to place to sell stolen antiquities has to be the dark web.

I went in there and advertised the genuine mask of Artemisia Piscopia for sale.

-Okay.

Go on.

-Well, if Lillian found a buyer already, maybe we can flush them out.

Maybe there's a link to Lillian somehow.

-Can you track people on that?

-Not on the dark web, no.

but you can communicate with them.

-So, did anyone respond?

-Three hits so far.

Dreadlock asks how much we want.

NeatWorkingGoys says we're full of it and warns everyone our mask is a fake.

-Promising.

-And Aragon2041 actually offered us $8,000 US.

-NeatWorkingGoys -- reply to them.

Tell them that there's a rumor that the police are investigating the theft of the mask from Auckland Museum.

-Why that one?

-'Cause I'm good at cryptic crosswords.

♪♪ ♪♪ -Lillian made sure she was seen leaving the marina that night alone on her yacht.

-I'm not staying in here.

No way.

-But it was a taxi run, you see?

-Maybe I'll let you go first -- -Daniel was waiting for her at Okahu Bay.

You'll find that the paint on the wharf matches.

-I'll give you 10 seconds, tops.

-No, we're doing this my way.

We settled this.

Is that your elbow?

-Yes.

What else would it be?

[ Door opens ] ♪♪ -Thank you.

♪♪ [ Case thuds ] -Hello, Lillian.

How goes the packing?

-This isn't -- What are you doing?

-I'm really sorry about the job, but I've been doing a little digging, and it seems that the chairman of the Hibbard Center is one Philippo Elbani, but his middle name is Piscopia, you know, direct descendant of Artemisia Piscopia.

-I know nothing about that.

-It turns out he's a huge baseball fan, too.

NeatWorkingGoys turns out to be an anagram of "Go, New York Giants."

-You're talking gibberish.

-And right about now the FBI is seizing his phone and Internet gear.

All he wanted was the mask back in the family.

And all you wanted was a job in the Big Apple.

When Daniel came to you about the fake mask, he had no idea you were responsible.

You invited him out on your yacht.

He'd had a bad day.

You picked him up at Okahu Bay because you knew no one would see anything after 8:00 at night.

You drank bubbly with him until he was tipsy.

♪♪ And then you smashed his skull with a fire extinguisher... ♪♪ ...stole his phone, and left his body to the tide.

♪♪ You got your yacht back to the marina, and then you drove your car to find Daniel's at Okahu.

And then you dropped it off at Achilles Point.

Then you sent a farewell text to Stella.

Another fake.

Cleaned up and walked back down the hill to your car.

-[ Scoffs ] Oh, come on.

That's all conjecture.

-I'm afraid not.

You didn't check the yacht well enough.

Daniel's prints were all over the Prosecco cork that I found there.

Plus, your yacht scraped the dock when you picked up Daniel, and the paint on your hull is a match.

And now here you are, trying to swap the real mask back before you're caught.

-Hi.

I'm Harry.

Don't think we've met.

-[ Sighs ] ♪♪ [ Inhales deeply ] [ Birds chirping ] ♪♪ -Hey.

-Lillian Reid.

-Yeah, a very ambitious woman.

And Daniel's eyes were a little too sharp.

-Thanks for protecting Sonny and me.

You know... -No problem.

Only I was really doing it to protect Sonny's kid, not you.

So, what next?

-We were going to tour the exhibition next month.

Melbourne first, then San Diego.

-Well, it sounds great.

-I don't know.

Auckland feels like home now.

-Oh, come on.

You're allowed to leave.

And when you get back, well, home's there.

You can just slip right back in.

Kia ora.

[ Dog barks ] ♪♪ -I'm not sure about Kate Sheppard now.

A gift from a murderer?

I don't think I can wear it.

-Oh.

Well, that's sad.

-I'll just put it in the bin with my candles.

You happy?

-No, I'm sad, like I said.

Oh, I bought you a candle from the museum gift shop.

-A present?

It's not my birthday -In the bag on the table, It's scented.

-I'm amazed.

-I'm in the mood for compromise.

-The scent is fresh baked bread.

-You have a right to feel at home, I guess.

-Well, that's sweet.

-Yeah.

Until I kick you out.

[ Candle thuds ] ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪