Murder in a Small Town

Our Jane Doe runs through here, this way.

The assailant pursues?

She falls here.

That's where he kills her.

Then he drags her over there.

Who are you?

It's amazing.

It's almost as if she's actually breathing.

Let's get it photographed and circulated.

Television stations, newspapers, social media.

On it, Chief.

You okay, Sid?

Yeah.

Some of them just hit you more than the others, you know.

Life happens, you put it behind you and you move on.

Yeah. You don't, though.

That's partly what makes you such a good cop?

Big heart.

Not the steel trap mind.

Well, that's the other part.

Now, let's do the door to door again,

on that whole stretch of highway.

Yeah. Somebody had to have seen something.

I'll be back in an hour.

Thank you for coming. Excuse me, won't you?

Are you a little young for a retrospective?

I didn't expect to see you here.

I wanted to say thank you. The portrait is spectacular.

Oh, well, just doing my part, you know.

Of course, you could always buy a painting.

I might just do that.

You get around, don't you?

Yeah, I like to travel.

Can't paint what you haven't seen yourself, right?

I mean, you could.

It wouldn't be very good, though.

Yeah. She's one of my favorites.

An eye for art runs in the family.

What's that?

Your mother was Shirley Alberg.

She was very good.

You're familiar with my mother's work?

Yeah, the gallery has a couple of hers.

She spent time here

on the Sunshine Coast, as you know, of course.

I was nine years old.

Trying to picture that.

A nine-year-old you.

"The Twins" by Millais.

Hey, very good. You know your art history.

Yeah, it's my homage.

Are you a fan of the pre-Raphaelites?

Not of them, but Millais...

Mr. Cummins, I'm so sorry.

I meant to come early to help set up.

No worries, Devon. Thank you for coming.

Hi, Mr. Alberg.

Hi Devon.

- Let me show you something? - Mmhmm.

Yeah, there's, uh, just something about him.

A real air of command.

Okay, can you turn it up?

Poor woman. It's just awful.

And we're asking for your help

identifying the victim.

Anyone who's seen this woman, please contact us immediately.

Hey, tons of calls already.

No ID.

No, not yet.

Someone said they saw her

in Saltery Bay on Saturday morning.

Let's build a timeline.

But we've also got sightings in Langdale,

Powell River, Earl's Cove, most of them simultaneous.

Like Moby Dick.

Moby Dick was ubiquitous.

Moby Dick was a whale.

Chief, got someone who says he knows her.

His name's Robert Cross, calling from Los Angeles.

Sounds like he might be legit.

Okay.

She's uh... was a client of mine, a friend.

And you... you're sure our Jane Doe is Sally Dublin?

I'm sure. I saw the picture, social media.

My God, somebody killed her.

The investigation's ongoing, Mr. Cross.

I'm afraid that's all I can tell you.

When did you last see Sally?

Six months ago. We had lunch together.

She's an actress? Was.

I'm a talent agent. I repped her.

She hadn't worked in a while, but we stayed in touch.

She was just a good soul, Chief Alberg.

I mean, I know she had her trouble with drugs,

but she put that all behind her.

That's the last time you were in contact with her?

No, actually, she called me about a week ago.

She was on the road, she said.

Sally loved to travel. She'd just pick up and go.

Mr. Cross, do you know if Sally was traveling alone?

She said she might look up a friend,

an old acquaintance

that lives part time on the Sunshine Coast.

Did she give you a name?

Yeah. Roger Galbraith.

He was a client of mine too,

until I dropped him a couple months ago.

Roger, what the hell?

We're at the cafe, you disappeared.

I need help.

I swear, hadn't seen her in years, Sally Dublin.

The woman who was killed.

But he's not gonna believe me.

Roger, where are you?

So if he asks you where I was,

just tell him I was with you, okay?

The night she died.

Please.

Rog, where are you?

Help me out, okay?

Come on, Cass, just be a good friend.

There are people that depend on me.

Roger.

Not a bad night, huh?

An amazing night.

Uh... whoa.

I'm so sorry. That was so inappropriate.

Um... Mr. Cummins, I'm just so proud of you.

Thank you, Devon.

You know, I think this one... this one might be my favorite.

Who is she?

That's a long story.

What's up? You okay?

I just had a phone call. Um, Roger.

What about him?

He said that you'd want to know where he was

two nights ago.

We've been looking for him.

Two nights ago, that was Saturday night.

That was the night...

Sally Dublin was murdered.

He wants me to lie for him.

Where is he?

He wouldn't say.

Close your eyes.

What?

Just humor me. Close your eyes.

When he called you,

could you hear anything in the background?

People, music, cars, anything?

No. No, I'm sorry.

You need to sit down.

Please. Don't worry about me, Karl.

You've got enough on your plate.

I worry about you all the time, okay?

The rest is me doing my job.

Well, I'm fine.

What's he done?

Ready?

Just a sec.

You want to know something?

The best portrait I ever painted

is not even in this show.

Oh, my God.

They identified her.

That's the one.

You're not serious. You did this?

Why?

Karl... Chief Alberg asked me to help.

So you saw the body?

I did. And that was hard.

I said to myself, Tommy, you're an artist.

Just paint what you see.

That's... amazing.

Well, it turned out, didn't it?

I'm really proud of that.

I mean, the poor woman, of course, but...

the work itself.

Who else knows?

Just you.

And do me a favor, let's keep it that way.

I just don't want people whispering...

You're the best.

I'm totally not.

You are.

Devon, don't sell yourself short.

You have real talent.

Mr. Cummins, if I had a chance to be half the artist you are,

I'd... I'd die happy.

Come on, I'll give you a ride home.

This is all, Edwina.

The photo reminded me of something.

I couldn't figure it out until...

She just got off the phone with Seattle PD.

A murder, six years ago, unsolved.

Baton Rouge. Years before that.

Sally Dublin. Saturday night. Same guy.

Now, he's here.

I'm on the way.

Yes, yes, I've got it.