Let's all raise our glasses
to Dr. Astrid Olsen.
Or should I say
this year's surgical rising star?
[surgeons assenting] Thank you.
Oh...
Which is why my colleagues and I
are offering you partnership
here at Holmes Plastic Surgery.
You've earned it.
[all assenting]
ASTRID: Thank you, thank you. Wow.
What an offer I-I did not expect.
[laughs] And in front of everyone.
[chuckling][indistinct chatter]
This practice has been a home,
Aw.uh, a training ground,
- so many things for me. - Yeah.
But I've realized that it's also a starting point,
not my final destination.
I'm opening my own practice.
[surgeons murmuring]
Now, now.
I admit this wasn't expected,
but, Astrid
- congratulations. - Thank you.
I know you'll do great things.
At Just That Good, we welcome your high expectations.
I promise, mine are higher.
Old-school plastic surgeons tell you what you should want
and then leave you unrecognizable post-op.
Thanks, boomer. [Laughs]
But in my care, it is all about your vision.
Hey, lovers. So, I saw how much you loved my skincare line,
Facelift in a Bottle,
and I just have to say that you babes
really do look Just That Good. [Laughs]
And that's why I know you're gonna love
my new shape wear line, Tummy Tuck in a Bag!
Use code Astrid10 for ten percent off
your first order.
Friends don't let friends get bad work done.
You see these sutures? I'm serious.
There needs to be a mandatory retirement age for surgeons.
Mm.
You joining me for breakfast?
- I'll be there in two minutes. - Okay.
Thanks.
The plastic surgery world's old guard
is ruining the faces of America.
But I will make sure
you've never looked better.
["Habanera" from Carmen by Georges Bizet playing]
Did you see the gluteal augmentation
Astrid performed on that 16-year-old?
And she says we're ruining the bodies of America.
DR. YABLONSKY: Well said.
Social media doesn't belong in medicine.
Or at the dinner table.
Vanessa, do you mind?
[chuckles] My apologies.
Silly of me to think
that the dinner table's rules changed
just because I'm hosting this time.
Darling.
Sir.
Hello. How are you today?
Oh!
Whoopsie.
Sorry. Oh! [Laughs]
I'm such a klutz.
See anything interesting?
Uh, s-sure do. [Chuckles]
[chuckles softly]
Oh...
That is so cute,
the way you spell your name.
"Jaycub."
Did you make that up yourself?
My mom did.
[purrs, laughs]
Well, thank you, Mr. Cub.
Have a good day.
Welcome to The Reveal. Checking in?
Come with me.
Right this way.
We offer custom smoothies
to keep the post-op liquid diet interesting.
Our oat, almond and soy milks are made in house.
And our regular milk is sourced upstate
from a Holstein cow we imported from Scotland.
The screening room is available to you
24 hours a day and features Dolby Atmos.
And all of our recovery suites are named after Italian cities.
Feel free to tell people you spent two weeks in Florence.
Because it's true. [Laughs]
♪ ♪
Good morning, Mrs. McQuillan.
I'm Dr. Astrid Olsen.
Dr. Yablonsky asked me to check in on you. Okay,
I'm gonna take a look under your wound dressing
and confirm things are healing as they should.
["Requiem in D Minor" by Mozart playing]
Vanessa?
Hello, Astrid.
[grunts]
[muffled scream]
[indistinct chatter]
Hey, what's happening?
Climate change protest.
I sympathize, but this is suede.
♪ ♪
[humming]
Good afternoon, Mrs. McQuillan.
I know you're ready to get these right on off
and I am here to redress your bandages.
[screams]
Folks probably pay more here per night
than Claudia and I did on our whole honeymoon.
I know, it's spectacular.
Wow, this place doesn't have a single spot of bad lighting.
Hey, do you think they'd let me stay here after a root canal?
Will you two focus?
Of course. Sorry, sir.
I'm just excited you want me here.
[scoffs]
Now, the press is all over Astrid's murder already.
And I have to show the city that even though we're working fast,
the NYPD does not cut corners.
So we're investigating together?
No, I'm-I'm here placating reporters.
Oh, so you're more figurehead than investigator?
Eh, something like that.
Detective Edwards is running point on this.
Officer Blanke will introduce you.
Victim was murdered while checking on patient
Ingrid McQuillan.
What a name.
Ooh.
Look, it's the Empire State Building.
Oh, I can't believe it, I love it so much.
Don't tell the Chrysler Building I said that.
Do I know you?
Uh, no. E-Elsbeth Tascioni.
I'm... The consent decree lady.
- You're famous. - Really?
Or infamous. I always get confused on that.
Listen, I don't know what note taking method you use
for your decree, but I use speech-to-text, so...
Oh.
It appears the murderer fabricated patient McQuillan
as a way to gain entry. - To the facility. - Clever.
Sorry.
Ooh. Wow.
Other procedures include... Um, is there...
They include... Footage?
Footage? Of the...
Okay. Is there footage of the patient exiting?
The killer took Astrid's key card and swiped them self out,
but there's no footage of them doing it.
The Reveal is all about privacy and discretion,
hence no security cameras.
Idiots.
What about payment method?
Everything about this patient was analogue.
She checked in with a printed chart, paid in cash.
Apparently. - It's not uncommon here. - Yeah, well,
if I was famous and didn't want anyone to know
I'd had work done, I'd do the same thing.
Can't hack paper, right? [Chuckles]
Everyone has a digital footprint.
And that's how I plan to crack this.
Excuse me.
[whistling]
Whales.
Oh, I love whales.
They're so soothing.
Hi. Do you mind if I ask you some questions?
Oh, sure. Um, did you know the victim,
Dr. Olsen?
Yeah? Yes? Oh, great.
Um, would you say she was well liked?
Okay. Uh, I'm so sorry,
your robe looks so soft.
Can I just...
Oh, whoa, is that cashmere?
Yes. It is.
- Oh. - Could I help you?
Oh, yes, how generous of you to offer, um...
- Dr. Holmes. - Dr. Holmes.
Stunning. But this woman was just telling me
all about your colleague, - Dr. Olsen. - Interesting.
This woman had neck surgery yesterday.
- She can't speak. - Oh.
So, please.
- I'm sorry. - Yes.
Please limit your questions to doctors only.
All this undue stress from this whole ordeal
could actually hinder the patients' recovery.
I'm sure you understand.
I do.
But if I may ask, since you are a doctor,
Mm-hmm. Where were you this morning?
Hmm.
Here. [Chuckles] As always.
Well, until...
See, I came in to check on my patients at around 9:30.
I came in early because I wanted to take the afternoon off.
Which should have been
a very lovely afternoon at the museum
that was cut short
by a climate change protest, of all things.
Ugh, no.
These entitled millennials
who call themselves "protestors"
they then proceeded to throw all this paint
on all these incredible works of art.
- Oh. - It was the most unbelievable thing I've ever seen.
- Oh. - Hey, look, they even, you know, ruined my shoes.
I love your shoes.
- Oh. - They remind me of dark chocolate peppermint bark.
[chuckles]
I-I don't eat processed sugar.
Oh. Lucky.
I find anything sweet hard to resist.
- Especially if I'm stressed. - Mm.
You seem so calm.
If my colleague was brutally murdered down the hall,
I'd be choking down something glazed or powdered.
Well, I
suppose I have a very strong constitution.
When you cut into people for a living,
it's pretty gruesome.
If I had a weak stomach, I don't think I'd get very far.
You sure wouldn't, would you?
Anything else?
- No, all good. - Okay.
- Lovely to meet you. - You, too.
♪ ♪
Oh, hey. Hey.
I think we need to take a look at that Dr. Vanessa Holmes.
Why? What happened?
Well, the staff can barely hold it together,
but she seems so calm.
She credits her strong constitution,
but I don't buy it.
We already questioned her. She left here before the attack.
Her key card swipes confirm it.
I don't know. She seemed,
you know, like this was any other day.
Aren't you a defense attorney?
- Yes. - Then you know that
only hard evidence holds up in court,
not gut feelings from women who wear polka dots
over the age of 15.
[gasps]
♪ ♪
ELSBETH: Oh, I know someone was murdered there,
- but The Reveal is breathtaking. - Mm.
Everywhere you look, there's some
fancy piece of art or pottery.
I wish I could make beautiful things.
You know, you can take classes for stuff like that.
Mm-hmm. Look into the Ingenuity House.
They have a catalog and everything.
Oh. What a good idea.
Okay, so, McQuillan checked in at 11:15 a.m.
Key card records show Astrid arrived at 11:28
and checked on three patients before McQuillan.
Time of death falls between 12:00 p.m. and 2:00 p.m.
Vanessa's key card history shows her leaving at 10:31.
She claims to have gone
to the Museum of the City of New York
for the afternoon, but
that's only a four-minute walk from The Reveal.
That gives her plenty of time to get to the museum,
scan her ticket
and come right back,
disguised as patient McQuillan.
But what's her motive?
Doesn't matter.
She's got an alibi.
The only person of interest is.
Patient McQuillan's surgeon of record, Dr. Yablonsky.
Have you questioned him yet?
He's out of town, allegedly,
but we're checking flight manifests
and credit card records to confirm.
If the killer went through the trouble
of fabricating a patient,
why would they then list themselves
as the surgeon of record?
The guy wrote an op-ed in some medical journal
straight-up dragging the victim for six pages.
Then why would... I just came here to tell you the M.E.'s ready for us.
Not chitchat.
What... [scoffs][monitor beeps]
You good?
Mm-hmm.
Okay.
Appreciate you turning this around so fast, Barajas.
It's all good.
Been a while since you were on a case.
- It's good to see you. - The report?
Sorry, yes.
23 jabs of Noxitoline.
It's kind of like a Botox knockoff, readily available.
The cause of death was a fatal jab of it to the spleen.
So, we're looking for someone with a personal vendetta
who lost control and got another random jab in
- for good measure. - KAYA: But isn't
the spleen hard to find?
ELSBETH: That's what I was thinking.
My gut
is telling me that someone with medical expertise did this.
Why wouldn't they just kill Astrid
in a more direct way?
Like, just stab her in the heart?
My guess: The killer wanted the victim to suffer.
- Oof. - WAGNER: Edwards, put in a HIPPA
exception request for Astrid's records.
Let's see if a vengeful patient did this.
Okay, so, according to the receptionist,
Dr. Y emailed Astrid in the morning,
asking her to check on his patients.
That was apparently weird,
because Dr. Y and the older surgeons are,
quote, "très territorial."
Hmm.
Let's recreate it.
You be Astrid.
Do you need help getting up on the...
- No, I got it. - Okay.
Okay.
All right. So...[groans]
[grunts] I've just knocked you out.
- Mm-mmm. - And then...
I stab your face. [Grunts]
'Cause I have anger issues!
And then I need to finish the job.
So I, what... what do I do?
Okay, let's see.
"How do you find the spleen?"
Okay, here it is.[jingle plays on phone]
MAN: Finding the Spleen.
The spleen is roughly parallel to the tenth rib.
- Where's the tenth rib? - No idea.
- Okay. - Mm.
Gently lift the left flank
- of the patient ventrally. - Oh.
Left of the... Ow!
Oh, sorry.[giggles]
A severely enlarged spleen is palpable
- under the left costal margin. - Okay.
- Ow! - I'm so sorry.
Seriously?
However, the spleen is generally
not palpable in healthy adults.
To untrained hands,
it may be mistaken for the kidney.
Okay.
[grunts]
A layperson definitely couldn't find the spleen.
They'd need an ultrasound or something.
Or medical expertise
and a "strong constitution."
You know what?
I think I could use a consultation.
Mm.
♪ ♪
Mrs. Larrimore?
- Good luck. - Okay. Uh...
Don't do too much.
[chuckles]
So sorry.
Sorry.
Yes.
Good luck.
["Viva la Vida" by Prague Cello Quartet playing]
Wow.[screams]
- Aah! I'm sorry. - Oh.
I'm so sorry.
I did not mean to scare you like that.
[music stops] I just, I was... I was waiting
for my consultation with Dr. Holmes
and I heard the music
and I just sort of. - Followed it up here. - I'm sorry,
no, you're fine.
It's just been a rough few days. A friend of mine was murdered.
You knew Dr. Astrid Olsen?
We weren't close.
Oh. I'm Carolyn Holmes.
Oh.
I met your wife at the crime scene.
That's how I got this referral.
I'm Elsbeth Tascioni. I'm with the police.
[gasps] Do you have any leads?
A few, but nothing concrete just yet.
But you're an incredible dancer.
Um, do you do that professionally?
Oh, not anymore.
Vanessa didn't like me touring,
but... There you are.
We called your name downstairs.
I-I thought you might have stood me up.
Oh, never. I just, I...
I heard this music and then I just couldn't help myself.
Oh, she walked in on me dancing to "Viva la Vida." Hmm.
Our first date was a Coldplay concert I dragged her to.
She's been obsessed ever since.
Well, Chris Martin is an underrated genius.
- So, Ms. "Taskioni," shall we? - Tascioni.
Great. Shall we?
- Yes. - Great.
So, is this your first foray into plastic surgery?
Yeah, it is.[chuckles]
[clears throat]
So, I didn't realize that
you and Astrid had such history together.
Why do you say that?
Oh, I saw her in the staff photo.
You had your arm around her
- and no other employee. - Yeah, well,
I mean, she was my employee and mentee.
Oh, so she meant a lot to you.
Well, I probably
had more of a presence in her life
than she did in mine.
I see.
Okay, let's see what we got here.
So, who do you think could have killed her?
Well
between the nurses being treated badly...
Just relax. This way, Uh, no, no, too much.
And all her unhappy customers, [mutters]
and all those nasty ramblings on the Internet...
I mean, did you see her TikToks?
Mm-hmm.
I mean, unfortunately, I don't think there's a shortage
of people who might have done that to her.
Right. Well, it turns out... Mm?
What killed her was an injection of Noxitoline
- into the spleen. - Really?
So whoever did that must have had extensive medical knowledge
to hit
that exact
spot.
I thought you were here for a consultation.
- I am. - Okay.
We should probably get to it.
Okay.
So
What are your concerns?
I don't know. What do you think I should be concerned about?
[chuckles]
WAGNER: So,
Ms. Tascioni made no further mention of Wali?
No, sir. - Uh, sh-should I ask her? - No.
Just let me know if it comes up again.
Learned anything else?
About what she's doing here?
About anything.
There aren't many of us
this high up in the ranks.
Uh, and when we get here,
there's very little room for errors
or, uh, misunderstandings,
you know... you know what I mean?
- Yes, sir. - So, keep your ear
to the ground and be as creative... Elsbeth.
Hey.
There you are. Hi.
What happened to you?
Oh! Vanessa.
What did I miss?
Captain was just updating us on the DNA
found under. - Astrid's fingernails. - Really? Whose is it?
It tested positive as sheep placenta.
Any ideas?
Hmm. [Clucking tongue]
It's a type of facial.
Vanessa advertises them
in her office, and I bet Astrid administered them, too.
$600 for a sheep placenta facial?
Yeah, that's a hard pass.
He's here. Excuse me.
"" Inexperienced surgeons like Dr. Astrid Olsen...
"are passing off novel procedures as innovative
but in reality, they're dangerous. ""
Your warning fell on deaf ears, Dr. Yablonsky,
and you did what you felt would protect unsuspecting patients.
Well, her Tic Tac videos
were aggravating, but I would never kill Astrid.
I wasn't even in the state.
Forgive me if I don't take your word for it. Give me your phone.
Oh, um...
We know you didn't literally deliver the fatal injection,
but your email set her up to die.
So are you an accomplice or a patsy?
What email?
I had nothing to do with this.
Cut the act.
Our team is pulling your metadata right now.
Meta-what?
[groans] Am I under arrest?
Officially, no.
Then I would like to leave, please.
All right.
But if you leave New York right now,
your situation is gonna get much worse.
[computer beeps]
ELSBETH: Yeah, I really don't think he's involved.
That email was sent while he was on a plane.
He seems like too much of a Luddite
to use in-flight Wi-Fi.
That email would have had to be sent from his phone
and scheduled to send automatically.
I doubt he knows how to do that, either.
We need to talk to him ourselves.
Mm-hmm. Uh...
You still... Oh!
Oh, of course. Oh, my gosh.
Um, did I...
Girl, no, here.
Um, excuse me, Dr. Yablonsky.
- Huh? - Hi.
I'm Elsbeth Tascioni, and this is Officer Kaya Blanke.
Do you mind if we take another look at your phone?
[groans]
We don't believe you wanted to hurt Astrid,
but do you have any idea who might have?
It would be faster to make a list of the people
who didn't have a problem with her.
Look how she stabbed the woman
who mentored her in the back.
How so?
Well, Vanessa offered Astrid
a position in her practice and Astrid turned her down
in front of the entire staff. I mean,
Vanessa was gracious, of course,
but the doctors close to her
were furious. Ah, the phone.
- Thank you so much. - Mm-hmm.
He has a Locomotion.
A what?
It's one of those no-frills iPhone lookalikes.
All it does is call, text and email.
I bought one for my Nana.
- Oh, so he is a Luddite. - I beg your pardon.
Were you ever separated from this phone
with other people around?
Uh, at a dinner party last week.
I don't like phones at the table, so we rounded them up.
Was Vanessa at the dinner?
Oh, yes, she hosted. But the entire room
loathed Astrid in equal measure.
Any one of them could have done it.
Ah.
Anything else?
- No. Thank you. - Mm-hmm.
Darn.
[muttering]
She's late.
No, I'm not. I'm here.
Ah, I was taking pictures
of the caterpillar.
I could never understand why people
think that Alice in Wonderland is weird.
Okay, I'm here.
Elsbeth Tascioni, meet Martin Wali.
The reason you're in New York.
So Wali is a last name.
I'm happy to finally meet you, Ms. Tascioni.
Because that Captain C.W. Wagner
he's a real son of a bitch.
Mr. Wali has brought to our attention some
of the fast fashion company's disturbing business practices.
I'm not sure how this relates to Captain Wagner
or why I'm looking into him.
FlairAll's running sweatshops.
Because of Wagner, nobody's doing a thing about it.
There have been anonymous complaints
about FlairAll online, but it was Mr. Wali's
dogged pursuit of the issue
that brought it to the Feds' attention.
So you think Wagner's blocking an investigation
- for personal gain? - Course he is.
Shiesty billionaires never get caught
because they pay to keep people like Wagner in their pocket.
Any kickbacks are likely being funneled
through Wagner's charitable foundation. I want you
to reflect on observations the past couple months.
If any of Wagner's behavior now seems suspect,
I want you to contact me immediately.
WAGNER: Observe and report.
Stop sticking your nose into everything.
♪ ♪
I mentioned I knew a great candidate
and your son did the rest.
I think of us as friends and I'm sure
you'll do the same for me one day.
Vanessa had access to Dr. Y's phone
at his party, so she could have scheduled
the email luring Astrid.
Plus, Vanessa administers Noxitoline,
so she had the means.
And Astrid "betrayed her" in front of her colleagues,
- so there's motive. - ELSBETH: Exactly.
Alibi is the only thing protecting Vanessa
at this point.[laughs]
- Hey. - Hey.
Oh, excuse me, sir.
Were you working this post yesterday morning?
I was.
Did you happen to see this woman?
Yeah.
We flirted.
Cute neck.
Ah, the sexiest part about a woman is her...
She gave me $20.
Uh, uh, tips are against the rules,
but she insisted. And I was gonna given it back
but then I didn't see her again.
Oh, that's okay, we understand.
Just one more thing, if you don't mind.
Have you lost your mind?
All we need is a warrant or Vanessa's shoes.
If the paint on hers doesn't match these, then poof!
There goes her alibi.
Get those funky shoes off my desk.
And whose are they anyway?
The guard at the museum.
Vanessa was flirting with him,
probably so he would remember her
to bolster her alibi.
We don't have grounds for a warrant.
And I don't love you took those shoes off a man's feet.
They were freely given, I promise.
The guard was worried about getting in trouble
for accepting a tip from Vanessa,
so he just handed them right over.
[sighs]
The guard
was worried about... corruption.
'Cause he knew that accepting
any amount of money
was wrong.
That he could lose a stable job,
even be on the hook
for future favors.
Favors
can be misinterpreted.
Like how...
I helped your son get a new job.
Someone might view you
as being exploiting
the police force you are here to oversee.
Astrid's online presence
was nothing out of the ordinary.
Just a couple bad Yelp reviews.
This one from VivaLaMartin4611 is pretty harsh.
VivaLaMartin4611 sounds like an online troll.
I'll look into any Martins associated with Dr. Olsen.
"Chris Martin is an underrated genius."
You like Coldplay?
No.
But I know someone who does.
[laughing]: A portmanteau
of your address with the numbers reversed,
and a Coldplay reference?
- Boy, you are so clever. - Mm.
But you called Astrid "a snake oil saleswoman in Manolos"?
Ouch.
Oh...
I was blowing off a little steam.
Of course. I mean, I've had clients who've done petty,
but perfectly legal things like that all the time.
But the thing is
the police are under some pressure to make an arrest.
Someone even suggested that Captain Wagner
get a warrant for your shoes
to compare with the paint from the museum protest.
- Hmm. - Crazy, right?
Insanity.
Well, I hope you haven't had them cleaned.
Because the paint on them proves your airtight alibi.
[exhales]
CAROLYN: Physical therapy was a bear today.
Oh! Hello again.
- Hi. - Here with a case update?
Oh, afraid not. Ooh.
Doesn't hurt to ask, I guess.
Yeah. Uh, where's Vanessa?
Oh, um, I'm... not really sure.
I think she went that way.[sighs]
So, I'm assuming you're here because you decided
to go with Vanessa for whatever work you're having done?
Chin, I presume?
Yup.
Couldn't go another moment with a
chin like this.
Yeah. Well, you made the right choice.
Vanessa's a true artist.
Are you speaking from experience?
[clicks tongue]
No.
You look amazing.
A lady never tells, but I can promise you this.
I've spent far more time in hospital
for dance injuries than anything else.
Ankle fracture, torn ACL, herniated disk.
I was just at physical therapy for my snapping hip syndrome.
Oh, wow. Wow. [Laughs] Speaking of,
I should get out. - Of these clothes. - Oh, yes, off course.
- It was great to see you. - You, too. Bye.
Bye.
[gasps] My shoe guy is still out of town,
so I haven't had them cleaned yet.
You can't take Italian leather to just anyone.
Oh, no, of course.
Be careful with them.
They're custom.
Pigment, binders and solvents in both samples are identical.
So the paint on Vanessa's shoes really was the same
as the museum guard's?
Well, Vanessa still could...
Give it up, Tascioni.
Science tells us, Vanessa didn't do this.
She was where she said she was.
[chair squeaks]
Do we really think that the killer
just made a whole patient chart from scratch?
Seems like a lot of work for what was essentially a prop.
Honestly, after looking at this for 14 hours straight,
anything is possible.
♪ ♪
McQuillan's patient history included otoplasty,
talar joint fracture, coxa saltans.
What do these even mean?
♪ ♪
What does she weigh? 115? 120?
Yeah, looks like.
Patient McQuillan's medical history belongs to Carolyn.
Vanessa's wife.
Uh, I don't follow.
Uh, microdiscectomy is a surgery
to repair herniated disks.
Uh, tibiotalar joint fracture: Broken ankle.
Coxa saltans is... snapping hip syndrome.
These are all common dance injuries.
Wait. So, Carolyn murdered Astrid?
Oh, no, no, no, no, no. Vanessa definitely did it.
But I think she started with her wife's information
for the fake chart.
Hmm.
Wagner won't back us up on this without something concrete.
So, how can we find out for sure?
DR. YABLONSKY: There's no indication
of a facelift or a nose job.
From what I'm seeing in these photos,
Carolyn's only had her ears done.
Is it common to operate on spouses?
Well, we sometimes do.
The left ear is clearly Vanessa's work.
- How can you tell? - I taught Vanessa the procedure,
so, I recognize her scoring technique.
So, Carolyn only had one ear done?
No, they've both been modified.
Vanessa probably did them at the same time.
But the right ear
yeah, is Astrid's work.
She told you?
No, but I'd know an Astrid ear anywhere.
Astrid made a name for herself
by performing corrective surgeries,
and then criticizing the original surgeon of record.
- Can you magnify the image? - Mm-hmm.
The incisions don't match.
Disrespectful as Astrid was
she perfected the invisible ear suture.
[laughs] Doctor, we cannot thank you enough.
- Oh, it was my pleasure. - Mm.
And... I love your chin.
Astrid declined Vanessa's partnership,
poached Vanessa's clients,
criticized Vanessa's surgical methods on the Internet.
Only for Vanessa's wife to go to Astrid
to fix work that Vanessa had already done?
This is one hell of a motive.
Please don't tell her.
Our marriage has been such bliss lately.
Vanessa bought us tickets to the ballet.
She even took out the recycling, which she never, ever does.
I-I think that Astrid's death
made us appreciate each other more.
Hey!
Harassment is a felony.
Um, actually in New York, it's a class B misdemeanor.
Get off my property.
Now. I mean it.
Babe.
[sighs]
What are you doing?!
I enrolled in the decoupage class.
It requires a lot of newspaper.
[scoffs]
Now, you really think Carolyn can keep her ear a secret
from someone that controlling?
Oh, no way.
If Dr. Y could see it in a photo,
Vanessa definitely knows.
Mmm. Only you could get me to go to opening night,
where people watch each other more than the stage.
Oh. Thank you for indulging me, honey.
Mm, anything. - For you, baby. - Sorry to interrupt
your evening, Doctor, but I wanted
to make things right with you as soon as possible.
Hi.
Ugh. WAGNER: Ms. Tascioni is here
to return your property and to apologize.
Oh. Come on in.
Hi.
I am so sorry for all of this.
I had just convinced myself
that you weren't at the museum all afternoon.
Despite my timed entry ticket
and my shoes confirming that I was.
Yeah. You just live so close to the museum and The Reveal.
It would've been easy to go to the museum, be seen,
sneak back into The Reveal,
kill Astrid, return to the museum,
stop at a hardware store on 102nd to buy red paint,
walk home, splatter your shoes, and get back to The Reveal
just in time to not really look distraught.
How is it possible that a woman this unhinged
is allowed to associate with the NYPD?
Please accept. - Our deepest apologies. - Yeah.
And just so that we can officially put this to bed,
uh
Your shoes were ruined at the protest, right?
Well, yes, obviously, of course.
See, your wife mentioned
that she appreciated how you took out the recycling
for a change.
See, when someone does something that they don't normally do,
it's usually for a reason, so.
I took it.
Your unchecked mental illness
and kleptomania is making us late.
Oh, wait, wait. Before you go,
I thought you might find
this interesting.
Not that interesting.
I do crafts all the time.
On the date of Astrid's murder?
[scoffs]
You see, I was stumped
when the paint on your shoes matched the protest paint
until I visited every Upper East Side hardware store.
Luckily, there's only three.
They all seem like cute little mom-and-pop shops,
but apparently, they're all owned by a larger company.
Yeah, these big hardware stores
and the smaller stores they own
they have these brand exclusivity arrangements.
That's why Home Depot only carries BEHR paint.
ELSBETH: So, the perfect paint match on your shoes
doesn't really substantiate your alibi.
It just proves that you and the protestors
bought your paint locally.
All you've got are some footprints on a newspaper.
They could be anyone's.
Anyone's? But
they're custom.
Detective Edwards?
Oh, uh, this is ridiculous.
Why did you let that bitch touch your ear?
How could you betray me like this?
What?
[siren whooping]
WOMAN: Now you have a beautiful decorative box.
Thank you for joining me, and I'll see you next time.
You're so good at this.[laughs]
Well, not to brag,
but I am a little bit of a Modge Podge queen.
Does that make me a Modge Podge lady-in-waiting?
[laughs]
Why did you meet with Wali and Celetano yesterday?
I followed you to the park.
We shouldn't be discussing this. You could be subpoenaed.
Captain Wagner believes that you're looking into him,
and I'm supposed to find out why.
But I'm coming to you,
my friend,
instead.
What's going on?
The DOJ... believes
that Captain Wagner is taking kickbacks
for blocking investigations.
[scoffs]
Mm.
Since the Academy,
I have only ever worked under Captain Wagner.
Whole time, he has been nothing
but kind,
upstanding.
Now I don't know who I'm working for.
Or what side I'm supposed to be on.
Be on the side of the truth.
And what is that?
Hey.
We'll figure it out.
MAN: Here's the rest.
So, when do I speak with Wagner directly?
What do you think a lieutenant's for?
Captain Wagner keeps his hands clean.
This is as close to a direct conversation
as you're gonna get.
You'll be hearing from me.
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