Picture Perfect Mysteries: Dead Over Diamonds

Allie. I thought my son was going to be here

to help you shoot the event tonight.

Noah had a forensics class. He said it was running late.

But he should be on his way.

Okay.

This is an amazing turnout, Camille.

James Risand is one of the premiere art collectors

in the country, but he's also one of the most reclusive.

We are very lucky to get him to agree to share his collection

with us this evening.

Well, I hope you like what I'm getting.

You, my dear, are the best photographer in the city.

How could I not?

Thank you.

You know, we are organizing

an emerging talent spotlight next month.

I'd love for you to submit.

That would be an honour.

Thank you!

Great.

There's a spot for you on the wall right there

when you're ready.

Excuse me. Pardon me. Pardon me, pardon me.

Miss Addison?

Yes?

James is requesting one of the items under glass.

Um, the Nasrid Dagger.

He wants it taken out of the display?

It's his latest acquisition.

I... I guess he means to show it off in person

to some of his guests.

Of course.

Um, excuse us, Allie.

Right this way.

Excuse us, please.

Uh, hello?

Hi.

Hi.

I thought I was the only photographer here.

Yeah, no, you are.

Well, what is that?

I'm Daniel Drake.

I work for The Gazette.

Are you a reporter?

Trying to be. It's a slow news day.

But I am here covering the social page.

Well, this is quite an event.

Yeah, yeah, it's a real "who's that" of Willow Haven.

Speaking of which, you are?

Allie Adams.

Picture Perfect Studios.

That's catchy.

Well, I guess I'll see you around, Allie Adams.

...Okay.

Have a good evening.

I'm surprised James is being so casual about the Nasrid Dagger.

It's a very valuable piece,

and he's usually so security conscious.

Well, that's my brother for you.

Predictably unpredictable.

I hope he appreciates the trouble you've gone to.

Oh, it's certainly no trouble.

It's an honour to have the Risand Collection in my gallery.

Actually, would you mind if my security guard stayed with you

while you had the dagger out of the display case?

Just as a... precautionary measure.

No, of course not, Miss Addison.

Frankly, it would make me feel a lot better too.

Mm-hmm.

Perfect. Shall we?

Uh, what have you got?

Quinoa salad.

Hmm. Where can I find the guy with the endive cups

and marinated feta?

Great.

Maya?

What are you doing here?

Uh, is that any way to greet your best friend?

Oh, sorry.

Maya! Hello!

What a wonderful surprise.

What are you doing here?

Camille gave me a ticket,

and as an actor it is my job to attend social events

and study the many facets of human behaviour.

Plus free food.

Yeah, there it is.

Beautiful, isn't it?

Mm-hmm.

Hmm.

It's a little showy for my taste.

I mean, what are you going to wear that with?

This is not an accessory.

This is high art.

The Manchester Necklace.

A series of flawless diamonds perfectly set in symmetry.

Belonged to Katherine Stansbury-Reed.

Heiress of the Stansbury Steel Fortune.

Hmm.

She used her wealth to commission

some of the most exquisite pieces of jewelry

in historical record.

This was her most cherished piece.

I'm going to take this outside, Gwendolyn.

Can I get you anything?

Uh, Champagne?

Of course.

You seem to know quite a bit about this particular piece.

Katherine Stansbury-Reed was my great grandmother.

Oh.

So why is that necklace under glass in a fancy art gallery

and not around your neck?

That's a very good question.

Excuse me.

So how long do you think he's going to want to, um...

Show off? I have no idea.

I ask because I have a gallery full of patrons and...

I'll be fine here, Miss Addison.

I've got your security guard to protect me.

Are you sure you don't mind?

Absolutely. Please.

Oh, great.

Thank you, thank you.

Oh!

I'm sorry, excuse me.

Wow...

You can just feel her sadness.

Sadness?

She's alone at the table.

The building in the window is actually just a reflection,

a memory of what she once had.

If you look at the coffee cup, it's out of focus,

representing a present in which she doesn't feel she belongs.

You have a remarkable eye for detail.

It's Café Reflections, one of my favourites.

Although, I have never seen it in person.

Until tonight.

Well, I suppose I have James Risand to thank for that.

You don't sound like you hold Mr. Risand in very high esteem.

It'll be on display tonight

and then back to his private collection.

Which is a shame, because art is meant to inspire.

Welcome everyone to the Midnight Gallery.

Tonight, we are honoured to be chosen to celebrate

the remarkable, truly extraordinary collection

of James Risand.

So, without further ado,

please join me in welcoming the man of the hour,

Mr. James Risand.

Uh, please.

Thank you Camille, and thank you all for joining us this evening.

Art tells our stories.

It connects us.

Preserving these treasures has been my life's work.

With the help of my brother Patrick,

it is my great privilege to be their guardian.

Uh, Camille, is this your subtle way of getting me to wrap it up?

Not at all.

Oh, oh!

Are you okay?

Oh no!

What's happened?

We need an ambulance at the Midnight Gallery.

Please hurry.

Are you all right?

He said his name was White.

Mr. White. Can you tell me what's wrong?

I c-can't.

Paramedics are on the way.

Watch your head.

Woah, uh, what happened?

One of the guests collapsed.

Is he going to be okay?

He will be.

It was angina.

Luckily he had his nitroglycerin pills with him.

Are you sure you don't want to go to the hospital,

get a quick check?

I'm fine, just a little embarrassed.

I seem to have gathered quite a crowd.

Thomas, I want to leave.

Okay.

Mr. White, did you come with anyone tonight?

Oh no, no.

Right now. Please.

We could get him in a car.

Thank you.

Great, okay. Here we go.

Okay. Are you okay?

Watch your step.

Yeah, I got you.

Camille, should we let him leave?

If he refuses treatment, there's nothing we can do.

I'll be right back.