All language subtitles for Elsbeth S02E13 Tearjerker

Mm.

Damn. Never seen
Mr. Jordan drink like this.

Or eat like this.

I think his date has
brought him back to life.

His date?

I thought she was his
niece or something.

My niece doesn't do that.

When they shut this place down,

I am getting the hell
out of Billionaires' Row.

At least Mr. Jordan
looks happy for a change.

Ooh.

Here comes your favorite.

Mmm.

Oh, more butter please.

Ooh.

Mmm.

Can I get you anything else?

Nathan...

...do you still want
that other round?

Mmm, without a doubt.

What?

I just love you. That's all.

I love you, too.

Thanks for being here.

Ah, thank you.

That view never gets old.

Unlike me.

I wanted everyone who lived
here to feel invincible,

like they owned this city.

But the city isn't a
thing to be owned, is it?

I feel like I've
failed New York.

The problems with this
building don't cancel out

everything you've done.

I'm proud of you.

I always will be.

Dessert, Mr. Jordan?

Well, actually, I
think I'm ready to go.

Oh, I would like to
take home two orders

of the tomahawk steak.

For the dog.

I'm sorry. I'm-I'm...

I'm feeling kind of woozy.

Okay. Just-just hold on
for one second, okay?

Here.

Oh, this really was
the perfect day.

What would I do without you?

You'd survive.

What's that noise?

He must have left his
balcony doors open again.

Nathan.

I told you to keep
those doors closed.

Are you trying to
piss off the tenants?

Nathan?

Nathan?

Help.

Help!

I hate those buildings.

They ruin the skyline and
cast shadows in the park.

I think that could be a
good case for my guy. Hmm.

You say he was a detective
on the Mertens case?

The case I reopened
at your suggestion.

I'm pretty sure I did you
a solid there, Captain.

And so now you want me to
do a solid for you. I see.

Detective Rivers' work was
aggressive, but sloppy.

And the Mertens case was
shakier than we thought.

I think he could
learn a lot from you.

Like how to be a little
more... ingratiating.

I can't believe
people live like this.

Still?

I mean, yes, we've been
in some nice apartments,

but this one might
be the nicest.

I mean, it is one
of the tallest,

most expensive buildings

on the most expensive
street in America.

Excuse me. This
is my crime scene.

Your crime scene?

I'm sorry, are you a criminal?

I'm Rivers. Detective Rivers.

And I accept your apology.

I don't think she
meant it like that.

You must be Elsbeth Tascioni,

the consent decree.

Heard a lot about you.

Is that the end
of your sentence?

Uh, just let me do my job?

He looks so peaceful.

And so neatly tucked in.

Um, hey, uh, stop

touching things.

Weird.

All of these pajamas
have snaps on them.

But the ones Nathan is
wearing have buttons.

Ladies, there's a
Bloomingdale's nearby

if you're looking
to go shopping.

Wow.

The snaps were better for
my husband's arthritis.

Oh, we're so sorry
for your loss.

Thank you.

I'm Deborah Jordan.

I'm Elsbeth Tascioni.

This is Officer Blanke.

Detective Rivers.

We know this must be
a hard time for you.

May I ask, if Nathan
had arthritis,

were you the one who buttoned
up his pajamas last night?

No. I was in my own
apartment. With my boyfriend,

Dr. Jason Yamamoto.

Boyfriend? But you just...

Wait, so you were
having an affair?

Nathan and I have been living
separate lives for years.

We were barely on
speaking terms.

May I ask why... Ah, no, I
will do the talking here.

Why?

Again, wow.

My husband was recently
declared medically incompetent.

Of course, he blamed me.

Well, it's probably because

you were only with him
for the money. Excuse me?

I put him through
business school.

I'm on to you.

For what exactly,
Detective Rivers?

Oh, God. Do you all think there
was some kind of foul play?

Oh, we don't know.
What do you think?

Honestly?

I think Nathan got confused,

and tried to take more
of his pills himself

and slipped up.

Do you usually administer
his medications?

Every afternoon.

Deborah, would you mind walking
us through your routine?

I give him an antidepressant,

benzodiazepines for
his anxiety as needed,

which he quite dramatically
demanded every day,

anti-inflammatories
for his gout...

And what's this?

I've never seen that before.

It's pentobarbital.

How do you know that?

There's a code on every
pill. Not that impressive.

A single dose can
decimate six strong bulls.

That part sounds
made up for flair.

Google says they are lethal.

Deborah Jordan,
you're under arrest

for the murder of Nathan Jordan.

Uh... Um, no, she is not.

Y-You don't have enough
grounds for an arrest.

Why are you contesting this?

She cheated on her
husband with a doctor.

She clearly got the
murder pills from him.

You need to call
your attorney, now.

And I need to call
the captain. Now.

I can't work like this.

I really don't like that guy.

How is he the detective
on this case and not me?

Another mystery.

Hey, did you notice the
bottle with the, um...

Oh, how do you say
it? Pinto-barbie...

Pentobarbital. Right.

It had the cap on upside down...

the easy-to-open way.

But all the other ones
were right side up,

making them childproof.

What a weird habit for Deborah
to reserve for just one bottle.

And why would she use
the doctor as an alibi

if they were in on it together?

Exactly.

I mean, I don't think

Nathan was alone last night.

Somebody had to have
buttoned up his pajamas

and tucked him into bed.

The question is who.

Whoa.

Am I crazy or is the
building swaying in the wind?

It does that.

It seems odd that Nathan
Jordan's Cash Share account

was public, considering
he was a billionaire.

People forget to change
their settings to private.

That's how I've sleuthed on
everyone I've ever dated.

Ooh.

Including Cameron?

What?

No.

And he keeps his private.

What's going on
between the two of you?

Let's just say none
of his rent payments

are accompanied by
lovey-dovey emojis.

Just a house.

What emojis are you hoping for?

May I direct your attention
to the screen, please?

Okay, Officer.

So...

all the transactions Nathan sent

to someone named "C" say
they're for consulting services,

but the emojis next
to them signify love.

Oh, New Year's Eve.

He sent cityscape,

clinking glasses,
trombone, wink.

How romantic. Mm-hmm.

I think?

And on Valentine's Day,
it's sweat droplets,

a burning heart,

and an eggplant.

Exactly what kind of
consultant is this?

An expensive one. Nathan
sent "C" six figures

this year alone. Whoa.

Look at the last one.

Arrow up. Skyline.

Hey.

Did you see the name of the
restaurant at Manhattan Towers?

Above the Sky.

When this place first opened,

it seemed like
the most exciting,

most exclusive
restaurant in the city.

Why exclusive? You
have to be a resident

to dine here.

But as time passed, a
third of the tenants

moved out due to problems
with the building.

Oh, no wonder it's so empty.

Those problems
must've been severe.

There are many
magnificent things

about being 1,550
feet above the ground,

but the wind makes the
balconies unusable,

the building sways so
much the pool water

constantly floods,

and the trash reaches
terminal velocity.

Terminal velocity?

Because of the height.

Every time someone
uses the chute,

it sounds like a neutron bomb.

It's one of the
complaints in the lawsuit.

What lawsuit?

A group of owners are suing
the building's developer,

Mr. Jordan. May
he rest in peace.

According to his
Cash Share account,

Nathan Jordan was
here last night.

That's right. Mr. Jordan
was one of the few

who dined here anymore.

Most of the tenants
have fled, but...

he rarely left the building.

It's such a shock.
He looked so happy.

Eating and drinking
like I'd never seen him.

Do you happen to
remember what he ordered?

Poached lobster with extra
butter, steak tartare,

caviar, two orders of foie gras,

and four martinis.

Impressive memory.

I never forget an order.

Even his pet ate well.

His date ordered

two tomahawk steaks to
take home for the dog.

Funny. There was no sign of
a dog in Nathan's apartment,

and I didn't see any
steaks in the fridge.

And who was his date?

He called her Chloe. No idea
if that's her real name.

Chloe with a "C."

And what was her last
name, real or otherwise?

I haven't a clue.

But in my time working
on Billionaires' Row,

I've seen her on the arm
of many successful men.

Could you tell us
any of their names?

My relationship with Chloe is
purely professional and legal.

I have nothing more to say.
Other than that, she's...

Elegant, brilliant, beautiful.

My God, she's so knowledgeable
about so many things.

And incredibly talented
at what she does.

And what exactly does she do?

Uh, she's a consultant.

A consultant. A consultant.

She's not in any
trouble, is she?

I would do anything to help her.

Just, please,
don't tell my wife.

Do not tell my publicist.

You can never mention any
of this to my boyfriend.

Oh, we won't,

if you could just tell us
where we could find her.

Honey, are you lost? Oh.

Hi. Um...

I love your outfit.

No. I'm here to see Chloe.

You're here to see Chloe?

Uh, yes, I wanted to talk to
Chloe as a fellow consultant.

O-Oh. Okay. Wow.

Women supporting each
other in this industry.

We love to see it.

Yes for breaking
down stereotypes.

Desire, can you order some
more of those Dior candles?

They leave less residue.

Oh.

Hello.

Wow.

They said you were beautiful,
but that doesn't do you justice.

How sweet.

I think you're quite
beautiful yourself.

This is so moving.

Come on in.

How did you find me?

Oh, um... I promised
I wouldn't tell.

Was it a referral?

Uh, yeah, you could say that.

Please, let's have a seat.

Oh.

I, um...

I hope I'm not
interrupting anything.

Oh, I always have time
for someone like you.

You do?

I love working with women.

I hardly ever get
the chance. Luckily,

a slot did just open
up in my schedule.

My starting rate
is $5,000 an hour.

Whoa, that's...

...very expensive.

I'm worth it.

What's your name?

Um...

Elsbeth Tascioni.

I-I work with the police
on a consent decree.

What is that?

Sort of a consultant.

We're both consultants.
How cool is that?

Very.

But...

what kind of consulting
do you do exactly?

I help successful people
enhance their lives

by offering
consultation services,

including, but not limited to,

culinary arts, fashion,
culture, personal style.

Is that what those
costumes are for? Style?

You bet.

Wow. What a beautiful purse.
Business must be great.

Oh, I'm very, very lucky.

My clients are the
best of the best,

and they're very generous.

They like to buy me gifts.

What's in the crate?

A painting.

I haven't quite figured
out what to do with it yet.

Wow. That's an extravagant gift.

You must be very
good at your job

as a... consultant.

My clients are powerful people

who sacrifice their
time, their social lives,

even their health,
to change the world.

Yet, nobody asks how their
day was. Except for me.

My job is to make their
lives better, and I do.

Is that what you were
doing for Nathan Jordan

in his apartment
the night he died?

Making his life better?

Nathan and I had dinner
at Above the Sky,

but I never went
to his apartment.

Have you checked the
security footage?

Michael's here for
his appointment.

Oh, let him in.

Never leave a client waiting.

Oh. Chloe.

Michael, hi. Hi.

How are you? Good.

Oh, is this lovely redhead
joining us for the toy show?

Oh, I love toys.

Uh, but no, thank you.

Elsbeth, if you'll excuse us.

Yes.

Tell me, how was your day?

Oh, I have so much
to tell you. Mm-hmm.

So, you know that
presentation I told you about?

Yes, of course...

Okay, so Chloe is
definitely an escort,

and a very high-class one.

Oh, and I saw a pill
bottle in her purse

with the cap on upside down.

That's fishy.

Yeah, but it doesn't mean
that she killed Nathan.

I mean, why would she?
Unless Chloe was in his will?

I checked. Everything
is left to Deborah,

their kids and
grandkids. Hmm. Well,

money wouldn't be
Deborah's motive either.

Since Nathan was declared
medically incompetent,

she already had control
of his finances.

What about the people suing him?

I ruled them out. Everyone
involved in that lawsuit

was in Europe or China
the day Nathan died.

Some of those people have never
even been to Manhattan Towers,

and they're still complaining
about that trash chute.

Maybe they can hear
it across continents.

I wish I had that
sense of entitlement.

Do you?

Hey. Oh.

I have the wife's boyfriend in
custody. So, you're welcome.

Speaking of entitlement.

You are just jealous

because I'm the one
who cracked the case.

Wait, you arrested
Dr. Yamamoto? On what grounds?

Uh, he kept pentobarbital
in his office, a lot of it.

Well, he is a doctor,
and it is a medicine.

It isn't available in
pill form in the States.

So, he got it on
the black market.

Also, Yamamoto,
he's got a nickname.

A nurse from his
office confirmed

it's what all of his
patients call him.

What's so important
about the nickname?

They call him "Dr. Sandman."

Boom.

There they are,
entering the restaurant

and coming out two hours later.

Why did the camera

move like that?

The system is AI controlled.

Probably seemed like a
good idea, in theory.

Do you have footage
of Nathan's floor?

Uh...

The camera moved to face
the trash chute here, too.

We should order some steaks.

Okay, right now,

the cameras are facing

us. Okay?

Now I'm out of frame.

But when I throw this bag

down the trash chute, I'm gonna

come right back
towards you, okay?

I feel bad wasting
all this quality meat.

Walter said that tomahawks
were Chloe's exact order

for Nathan's nonexistent dog.

It's for the greater good.

Ha! The noise was so loud

it must trigger all the
cameras in the building.

Chloe could have gotten
into Nathan's place

and left later, undetected.

Captain Wagner, we have a lead.

Jason had no reason

to be jealous of Nathan.

You're ridiculous.
Don't you lie to me!

Why does he have to
act like a caveman?

You know the line,
"Men are afraid

"women will laugh at them,

women are afraid
men will kill them"?

She must be so scared right now.

You better get in there.

Hi, hi. My turn.

You don't mind, do you?

Not at all.

Captain...

You need to sit
down and breathe.

Do not speak until you're calm.

Watch her and learn.

Are you okay? Do
you need a minute?

I hate that man.

Imagine having to work with him.

Strawberry or Mango?

Strawberry.

I was in the mood for mango.

So, it sounds like

you and Dr. Yamamoto have a
pretty solid relationship,

given the unusual circumstances.

He knows Nathan and I
hadn't been physical

in 20 years.

We would attend an event
together here and there,

for optics.

Catholic charities.

But lately, Nathan didn't
even care to do those.

Why was that, do you think?

He didn't want to be
seen out in public.

Because of the lawsuit?

That, and...

Nathan was a vain, wealthy man

blessed with charm
and good looks.

In his prime.

Nathan detested getting old.

Really? I like getting older.

Even if my knees don't.

Me too.

You can let so
much silliness go.

But Nathan couldn't handle it.

By the end, my
husband was a recluse

who never left the
wobbly towers he'd built.

That is so sad.

You mentioned that Nathan

was declared
medically incompetent.

Did Dr. Yamamoto
help you with that?

We had no choice.

Well, did he have a
serious diagnosis?

Worse. He had a
spending problem.

I had to put a stop to it.

We have talentless
grandchildren to think about.

What was he spending it on?

Art.

Ridiculously expensive paintings

by contemporary artists.

And then a reckless
purchase of a Cézanne,

using God knows what
funds he'd stashed away.

Oh, and rare books.

He had one delivered

the day he died.

Ooh, I love books.

Could I see it?

Maybe. We're trying

to sell it back to the dealer.

What about the Cézanne?

I didn't see one in
Nathan's apartment.

I think I would
have noticed that.

Apparently, he gave it away.

In a private donation.

It's worth millions.

Mm.

What a mess.

Wonder where it got to.

Hello, Desire. Is Chloe free?

Elsbeth. Almost.

She's finishing
up an appointment.

I'll wait.

Hey, I meant to tell you before,

your hair is so special.

Your whole look, really.

Oh, thank you. It's
so hard to stand out

these days, but I think
you're going to do very well.

Thank you.

Ah, ah, ah, ah.

Now you can go in.

Is this a bad time?
You seem really busy

with clients today.

Elsbeth, you're so funny.

No, I was getting and weekly
mani-pedi and an updo.

I'm going to the ballet tonight.

Oh. Um, okay.

I just thought...

Come on in.

I happen to have the hour free.

Oh, great.

Uh, I happen to have

a question about a certain
painting by Cézanne.

By any chance,

is there one in this crate?

It was a gift from Nathan.

And it's real?

It came with all the paperwork.

And Nathan just
gave this to you?

I told you, my clients
are very generous.

But this is very, very,

very generous.

Elsbeth, if you want to
say something, just say it.

Okay. It's just...

if someone saw this,
they might think

you killed Nathan to get it.

I know.

Is that why you haven't
hung it on the wall?

No.

No, I would feel
guilty, holding on

to something like
that for personal use.

Honestly, I was a
little bit shocked

when it arrived

after Nathan's death.

I thought he knew
me better than that.

Maybe he wanted

to take care of you.

Yeah, maybe.

We did talk

a great deal about blue
chip art investments.

We'd go to Sotheby's,
and I helped him

pick out some of my favorite
contemporary artists

like Ayako Rokkaku

and Nobuo Sekine.

It should also help take care
of his untalented grandkids.

Wow.

You seem to know a
lot about this stuff.

I have a masters in art history.

Are you surprised?

Only a little.

My dream was to work
in an art gallery

until I found out I could make
ten times more consulting.

Most people in the art world
come from money anyway.

I had to make my own way.

I'm sorry. Don't be.

I love my job. I love my life.

This is who I am.

I believe you.

Oh, wait.

Did you say Nathan
gave you the Cézanne

after he died?

I mean, does that
mean he bought it

after he was declared
medically incompetent?

Yeah, I-I guess so.

What would Nathan have had to do

to purchase an important
painting like this

and then surprise you with it?

He'd have to find and contact
the art dealer in Paris.

He was fluent in French.

Bid on the painting,

verify the paperwork

to approve transfer, all
while keeping it from me.

And his wife Deborah.

Hmm.

I wonder how someone
that competent

would have ended up in
a situation where...

...somebody was giving
him the wrong pills.

Just admit it.

You bought the murder drugs

on the black market and then you

gave them out like
they were candy.

Pentobarbital is a legal
and widely used medication

used to treat insomnia,

which is common amongst

my successful,
workaholic patients.

Many of them prefer
them in pill form.

Your own staff turned you in.

What? What is it, Dr. Sandman?

Oh, are you gonna cry?

I'm not Dr. Sandman.

I was only trying

to provide for my patients.

Stop lying, Dr. Sandman.

I'm a good doctor

who made one mistake.

Oh, and what mistake
was that, Dr. Sandman?

I slept with that woman.

Chloe.

She had access to my stash.

Please, don't send me to jail.

And please,

don't tell Deborah.

You cheated on me with
my husband's whore?

He certainly did. I asked you

not to say anything.

Debbie, she seduced me.

You should see her,
she's like a-a witch.

You got to forgive me. No.

I didn't care about that woman

sleeping with my husband,

but I loved you.

Wait. You knew Nathan
was sleeping with Chloe?

Of course I did.

They've been together for years.

She was basically hired help

that got Nathan off my back.

First Nathan goes and dies

in the middle of this lawsuit,

and now this.

Every man in my life
is letting me down.

Deborah,

when was Nathan scheduled

to give his testimony in the
Manhattan Towers lawsuit?

It would have been tomorrow.

Oh, wow. So, this wasn't

a very convenient time
for you to kill him.

This lawsuit is
going to ruin me.

The plaintiffs have
even more ammunition

since Nathan canceled all
the repairs before he died.

Wait, he canceled
all the repairs?

Why would he do that?

Chloe seduced

Yamamoto, stole the pills

and gave them to Nathan Jordan.

I mean, it's cut and dry.

I think there's
more to the story.

Chloe cared a lot about Nathan.

She was a prostitute.

Escort. Chloe is the murderer.

Stop interrupting me. Stop it.
That was my hunch from the jump.

No, it wasn't. You
arrested Dr. Yamamoto,

and your first
hunch was Deborah.

Why would Deborah
murder her husband

before he was able
to give testimony

on the building lawsuit?
That was my idea.

You're just saying it louder.

I don't care whose
idea was what.

We need to get to the
bottom of this together.

Ms. Tascioni, what do you know?

I've gotten to know Chloe.

Nathan was a steady,

longtime client.

His death was a huge
professional loss.

They had a genuine relationship.

He gave her a Cézanne.

She has the painting?

Are you hearing this,
Captain? She's guilty.

Nathan gave her that painting

fair and square. He loved her.

High-class men
like Nathan Jordan

don't fall in love

with lowlifes.

They just sleep with them.

Well, I don't know

what the going rate is

for various sex acts,

but I'm guessing it's
not nine million dollars,

but I defer to you,
Detective Rivers.

Okay, okay. I hear
both of your points.

Let's bring this Chloe
in for questioning.

Not an arrest? We
need more information.

All right, well, the
DNA will prove it all.

I bet she was all over
Nathan's apartment.

Of course her DNA
is in his apartment.

He was her client.
The question is

if we can prove that she was in
his apartment the day he died.

Yeah, and that's
what I just said.

No, it wasn't.

You literally didn't say that.

Yes, I did.

Come on, Elsbeth, show
him how it's done.

Hi, Chloe.

Thank you so much for coming in.

We just have a couple of
questions... Yeah, we know

that you murdered Nathan Jordan.

Uh, don't listen to him.

Yamamoto confessed

to sleeping with
you. He said that

you stole the drugs.

You're cooked. Funny.

I don't recall sleeping
with Dr. Yamamoto.

I did go to his office,
but only as a patient.

Were you feeling sick?

Yeah, I had this
deep, throbbing pain

on the inside of my thigh.

Perhaps Dr. Yamamoto

just had a little fantasy
when he was examining my legs.

Kind of like you did

when I walked in.

Chloe, we can't yet prove

that you slept
with Dr. Yamamoto

or that you stole the pills,

but you did confirm that
you were with Nathan

the night he died,

and although we couldn't
find any footage of you

entering the apartment,

there's no footage of you

leaving the building, either.

That security system's
a complete mess.

I went home right after
Nathan's consultation.

Okay, let's get one thing

straight. Your

consultation business?
Yeah, it-it's a front.

Everyone here knows what
you're actually doing.

You should be in jail.
Not just for what you did

to Nathan Jordan
but for what you do

with your...

body. What I do

with my body is my business,

and mine alone.

I meant a great deal to Nathan.

He would never ever
want to see me in jail.

He'd want to see me thrive.

Well, let's get on
with the DNA test.

Your friend likes to seem tough.

Oh. He's not my friend.

Um, here,

let me do that.
Uh, not a chance.

You,

open wide.

How much do you usually
charge to put things

in your mouth?

Detective Rivers, that's enough.

By the power of
my consent decree,

I will not allow this
disrespectful behavior.

Oh, really?

Miss Tascioni's right.

Thank you.

Your behavior is not
up to our standards.

We do not work like that.

Now get out of here.

What?

I said out! Uh...

Okay.

Miss, uh, are you all right?

I'm really sorry.

Elsbeth, don't
apologize for that man.

You've been lovely.

I would like to go now, however.

It's my word against the
doctor on the drug charges

and I'm not under
arrest, correct?

No, you can go.

Hope you have a better night.

What... No, no, no, no, no.

What, you're not
even gonna get her

on a prostitution charge?

That's a Class B misdemeanor.

I told you to leave.

You keep calling
me a prostitute,

but you have no proof.

Do you want me to
be one that badly?

What? Uh...

No.

You sure?

'Cause I'll gladly pay
the thousand-dollar fine

if it'll make you
feel like a man.

Where did you even
find this guy?

Another captain
asked me to help him.

Rivers was on the
Andy Mertens case.

He was?

Well, I can certainly see how
Delia Kirby got railroaded.

I know real change comes
from within the system,

but I can't stand that man.

Maybe Rivers is just a bad cop.

They do exist, you know.

He deserves a reprimand,

at the very least.

And I'd make sure that it
gets in his permanent file.

People need to know who
they're dealing with.

The Jordan family
turned this in.

It's the book Nathan had
delivered the day he died.

The Collected Poems
of John Keats.

This looks like
an early edition.

Mm. Apparently, the
dealer won't take it back

because it had some
kind of water damage.

Here. On this poem.

Let me see that.

"This living hand,

"now warm and capable
of earnest grasping,

"would, if it were cold

"and in the icy
silence of the tomb,

"so haunt thy days and
chill thy dreaming nights

"that thou would
wish thine own heart

"dry of blood

"so in my veins

"red life might stream again,

"and thou be
conscience-calm'd...

"see

here it is..."

"...I hold it towards you."

Hmm.

Wait.

Elsbeth, if you brought that
rude detective with you,

you can't come in.

I'm alone. Thank God.

What brings you here?

I know what you did for Nathan.

For Nathan? What do you mean?

Chloe, all signs point

to Nathan knowing
he was gonna die.

Deborah mentioned

he had gout.

Yes.

Poor guy.

The man lived for steak,

butter, and sugar.

Sometimes he'd pay to sit

and watch me eat
everything he couldn't.

But on the night he died,
Nathan ate and drank

whatever he wanted
at Above the Sky.

Because he knew
it didn't matter.

He knew it was his last meal.

And he delayed the repairs
at Manhattan Towers

despite the lawsuit because
the building's quirks...

the noisy trash chute,

the unreliable
security cameras...

would benefit his plan.

What was Nathan's plan?

Nathan came to you

with an unconventional
request...

obtain and give him
the lethal pills,

then help him frame
Deborah and Dr. Yamamoto.

Why would he do that?

Nathan despised being old.

He hated his golden years.

Well, except for the
time he spent with you,

judging from the emojis

he attached to your payments.

I showed him the eggplant one.

But when Deborah had him
declared incompetent,

Nathan decided it was
time for him to go.

But on his own terms.

And he wanted to punish
Deborah and Dr. Yamamoto

while he was at it.

He made sure that they

would be charged
with his murder,

so they wouldn't have any more
control of his hard-earned cash.

And you think I had
something to do with it?

Nathan couldn't have done
any of this without you.

At the request of your client,

you seduced Dr. Yamamoto...

easy for you, I'm sure...

got the pentobarbital
from his office,

and slipped them into
Nathan's martini.

You then distracted

the security cameras

by throwing

heavy steaks down
the trash chute,

got into Nathan's
apartment undetected,

and planted the pill bottle.

To his credit,

Nathan's plan almost worked.

He was still sharp as a tack.

So why didn't it?

There were a few minor slipups.

First of all, Nathan chose
to die in his favorite

English pajamas.

But because of his arthritis
and all the buttons,

that was a dead giveaway
that someone else was there.

And judging by how much
they hated each other,

that ruled out Deborah

for me. Also,

when you planted
the pill bottle,

you left the cap on upside down,

the quick-to-open way,

just like the antidepressants
I saw in your purse.

You're very good at
your job, Elsbeth.

And so are you.

But, Chloe...

...I know you're sad.

Not because of your job or
your place in the world.

You're sad because
Nathan's gone.

It was the water damage

to the book that made me
realize why you agreed

to his plan.

Chloe, you didn't do
this for the money.

You have plenty.

You agreed to his plan
because you cared.

And I know this

because the damage to the book

was from your tears.

You cried when you read
to him for the last time.

You loved him.

And your motive was kindness.

Elsbeth, all due respect,

I'm a professional.

I can separate business
from my emotions.

Of course you can.

I'm not underestimating
your abilities.

But DNA testing
confirmed everything.

Your tears prove you were
in Nathan's apartment

the day the book was delivered,

which is the day he died.

Your feelings for
him gave you away.

He was my first regular client.

He changed my life.

I would have done
anything for that man.

You came alone.

Does that mean you
won't turn me in?

Um, Officer Blanke
is waiting outside.

The law is still what it is.

And you did try to
frame two people.

I'm sorry. I guess you're
just doing your job.

Goodbye, Elsbeth.

In another world,

I think we would
have been friends.

I know a lot of great
defense attorneys.

If you need any help,

I can give you some
recommendations?

That's very sweet, but no.

There are plenty of
high-powered attorneys

who'd be eager to
get me out of jail.

That makes sense.

I do have one favor
to ask though.

I'm glad it's going
to the museum.

Chloe was right.

Art like this belongs
to the people.

I read the lawsuit is not
going well for Deborah.

I bet she wishes she had this
to save her from bankruptcy.

Mm. Damn it, Tascioni.

You should've let
me make the arrest.

I mean, it was my case.

And we solved it.

For the record, I still
don't like that guy.

Tell the truth.

You didn't want Detective Rivers

to learn from me.

You just wanted him
out of your hair.

Okay, do I like having
Rivers around? No.

But you have to give
him another chance.

His behavior is unacceptable.

Why do you think he deserves it?

Because he is Kevin
Landon's nephew.

Kevin Landon? As in...

the chief of detectives?

You stuck me with
a nepo detective.

Why should our business be
different from any other?

Oh, hell.

Rivers!

Get in here!

I don't care if you are
the nephew of the Pope.

You will do
mandatory counseling,

and there will be a reprimand
for your behavior in your file.

Understood?

I was just trying
to impress you, sir.

Well, this is not
the way to do it.

And put on a tie

and prove to me that you deserve

a second chance or you're out.

Um, why are you in my chair?

Oh. Um...

I just needed a spot
to rest for a bit.

I've-I've had a
pretty rough day.

Look.

If you want some advice,

I think you should stop

taking up so much space.

Maybe if you look past yourself,
listen to other people,

you'll be better
on the casework.

Yeah. Uh, I don't need advice
from somebody that I outrank.

Oh, wow.

You know what? I don't
care about your rough day.

Give me my chair back, now.

And for the record,

you don't outrank me.

I'm getting promoted.

Boom.

So you're getting promoted, huh?

Oh. Captain Kershaw.

Hi.

And, yes, I am.

Good to know.

Word on the street
is you've been doing

some good work
with Ms. Tascioni.

And I love the way you
just handled Rivers.

We're always looking for strong
women like you at the 2-7.

Stay in touch.

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