Forever

110 over 70.

You have the blood pressure of a 30-year-old.

Well, that's not surprising.

I was always young at heart, you know.

- Abraham, is everything okay? - Relax, relax.

The life insurance company needed a physical

before they could re-up my policy,

so they sent this nice, young lady to check me out.

I'd be happy to examine you, as well.

We're offering a special rate on our premium life plan,

if you're interested.

Guarantees total financial coverage

if you die unexpectedly.

I, uh... I'm fine, thank you.

I'm already covered.

All right.

Okay, so, all we have left

is a full accounting of your family's medical history,

starting with your parents.

Oh, well, that's gonna be tough. Uh...

I never knew their names.

They died in Poland right about the time I was born.

Oh.

I'm so sorry.

Well, it wasn't your fault.

Well, then, I have all I need. Thank you.

Okay.

I'll, uh... I'll show you out.

Sorry again.

The average person is said to apologize 12 times a day.

Often, it's to atone for a past wrong,

an attempt to heal an old wound.

But there are some wounds that can never be healed.

They run too deep.

We can always research the archives

at the Holocaust Museum again.

Perhaps they found some records about your parents.

No, they can't find anything without a last name.

I've always wondered about where they might have come from or...

what they might have looked like.

Anyway, you can dwell on the past or, um...

Or what?

Appreciate the present, focus on cheerier things.

Hello.

Oh.

Just a moment.

It's, uh, Jo for you.

There's been a murder.

So much for cheerier things.

Hello, Detective.

My God.

No, it's not very pretty, is it?

Actually, it's gorgeous.

It's an Andolini Venus.

A reproduction, obviously.

The real one was stolen from the Louvre years ago.

It's exquisite nonetheless.

Look how the artist captured the lines of the body

almost perfectly.

Fascinating.

I'm a little more concerned with the body on the floor.

Guy's name is Karl Haas.

Neighbor said he's some kind of art dealer.

Maid found the body this morning,

said the door was locked from the inside.

Killer got in through the broken window.

C.S.I. tech found blood on the glass.

They sent it off to the lab.

We can rule out robbery. Guy's still got his wallet on him.

Nothing seems to be missing from the apartment.

I would not be so sure about that.

All these canvases have been cut out of the frames.

Looks like the killer got away with seven.

Eight, actually.

There's a faint discoloration on the wall

where a painting hung until recently.

The killer must have taken it with him when he left.

Why would someone cut out seven paintings

but take this one, frame and all?

More importantly,

whatever he was struck with must have been extremely heavy.

Looks as if it left an imprint on his skull.

Tell me that is not...

A swastika.

What kind of murder weapon leaves that on a body?

During the third Reich, the Nazis became obsessive

about marking everything they came into contact with

as property of the state, especially items of value.

This statue is the murder weapon.

What's more, it isn't a fake.

It's the actual Andolini Venus,

stolen by the Nazis in 1940 as they marched on Paris.

So what the hell is it doing in this guy's apartment?

Caliper probe.

- Lucas. - Yeah.

Sorry. Sorry.

It's just, a swastika embedded into a dead guy's head,

stolen Nazi art...

What is this guy, Indiana Jones?

Who's Indiana Jones?

Is that a joke?

Seriously?

Hey, Doc.

We did some digging on Karl's background.

Meet his father,

the S.S. Commandant Otto Heydrich.

Guy was part of Hitler's inner circle.

According to his file,

Otto Heydrich was head of some task force,

the Rosenberg Reichsl...

Reichsleiter.

They were an elite group of S.S. officers

who were responsible for stealing priceless works of art

as the Nazis conquered Europe.

Well, after the war, Otto changed his name to "Haas,"

fled to the U.S.,

and took a hundred works of art with him.

He died in New York in 1980

and left everything to Karl here.

Means his dad and him were basically grave robbers.

If you ask me, this guy got everything he deserved.

You might want to keep that to yourself.

The victim's son is here.

Did your father have any enemies that you know of?

I don't think so.

But, honestly, I'm the wrong person to ask.

I haven't talked to my dad in a few years.

We were never really close.

He spent hours locked away in his study with his paintings.

The only time he ever went out was to meet with clients.

Did your father ever mention

where he acquired his art collection?

From my grandfather.

He owned a small gallery in Berlin.

Thankfully, he made it out of Germany with most of the work

before the Nazis took power. Why?

There are a few things about your family you should know.

Erik, your grandfather wasn't fleeing the Nazis.

He was one of them.

All the artwork in his collection was stolen,

then smuggled into the U.S. after the war.

No, there has to, um...

There has to be some mistake.

And it seems your father knew of the collection's provenance,

which likely explains why he was so secretive.

This can't be true.

They were both...

Good men.

Henry Morgan!

Hello, John! It's been ages.

Where have you been keeping yourself?

At home, mostly.

My father was taken ill recently,

but thankfully, he's on the mend.

Oh, good, good.

Uh, Henry, I believe you know everyone,

with the exception

of our new friend visiting from the west Indies.

This is Nathaniel Hawkes.

Nathaniel, meet Dr. Henry Morgan.

Pleasure.

"Morgan."

Any connection to the Morgan Shipping Company?

Yes. As it happens, it's my father's business.

I see.

Yes, your family's quite well-known in the west Indies.

Every day, Morgan Shipping vessels arrive in our harbors

filled, as often as not, with their shameful cargo.

What do you mean by that?

Please, Dr. Morgan.

Your pretense may well be indulged

in the cozy clubs in London,

but where I'm from, we call things for what they are.

The Morgan Shipping Company

is an active participant in the slave trade.

I'm afraid you're mistaken, sir.

I myself am not directly involved

with the family's business,

but I can assure you

we have nothing to do with the exchange of slaves.

You've been mislead.

Gentlemen, please help me correct this man

for his own good.

I think it is you who has been mislead.

I told Erik to call us

if he came across his father's client list,

but I wouldn't hold my breath.

I think he's still trying to process everything.

Must be hard to accept that your father spent his entire life

profiting from the death of millions of innocent people.

Well, we have to assume whoever killed Karl

knew about his secret collection.

Problem is, this guy had no cellphone, no email,

nothing in his house except for an old landline.

Then might I suggest we start with his shoes?

Water stains on his heels show traces of sodium bromide.

Which, in English, means...?

Seawater.

The soles of his shoes are saturated in carratine,

which is a highly toxic wood sealant