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(soft piano music playing)

(chuckles)

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.

(laughing)
CHLOE: Ooh.

Here comes your favorite.

(laughs) 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.

(sighs)

(chuckles)
What?

I just love you. That's all.

I love you, too.

Thanks for being here.

Ah, thank you.

(sighs)

That view never gets old.
(chuckles)

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.

(cart rolling)

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.

(elevator dings)

(chuckles weakly)

Oh, this really was
the perfect day.

(groans softly)

What would I do without you?

You'd survive.

*

(tinkling)

(elevator dings)

(thumping nearby)

(creaking)

(sighs)
What's that noise?

(sighs) He must have left his
balcony doors open again.

(thumping, creaking continue)

Nathan.

I told you to keep
those doors closed.

Are you trying to
piss off the tenants?

Nathan?

Nathan?

Help.

Help!

(elevator dings)

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.

(horns honking,
wind whistling)

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.

KAYA:
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. (sighs)

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.

RIVERS:
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?

(laughs softly)

I give him an antidepressant,

benzodiazepines
for his anxiety as needed,

which he quite dramatically
demanded every day,

anti-inflammatories
for his gout...

RIVERS:
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.

KAYA: 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.

(scoffs softly)

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.

(elevator dings)
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.

(clicking tongue)
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.
(chuckles)

And he keeps his private.

What's going on
between the two of you?

(sighs) 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.

(clears throat)
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.

(gasps softly)

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.

(laughs)
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?

(laughs) 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.

CHAD:
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.
(chuckles)

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.

ELSBETH:
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?

DESIRE:
Michael's here
for his appointment.

Oh, let him in.

Never leave a client waiting.

Oh.
MICHAEL: Chloe.

Michael, hi.
(laughing) Hi.

CHLOE: How are you?
MICHAEL: 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.

MICHAEL: So, you know that
presentation I told you about?

CHLOE:
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?

RIVERS: 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.

* *

MAN:
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.

(echoing thump)

(camera whirring)

Ha! The noise was so loud

it must trigger all the cameras
in the building.

KAYA:
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.

(door opens)

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.

(chuckles)
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. (chuckles)

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.

(door opens)

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. (chuckles)
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. (chuckles)

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.

YAMAMOTO:
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.

ELSBETH:
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?

RIVERS:
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.

ELSBETH:
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.

RIVERS:
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.
(chuckles)

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.

RIVERS:
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.
(sighs)

How much do you usually
charge to put things

in your mouth?
(thumps table)

Detective Rivers,
that's enough.

By the power of
my consent decree,

I will not allow
this disrespectful behavior.

(scoffs)
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.

(sighs)

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.

(sighs) 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?
(groans)

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.

ELSBETH:
Here. On this poem.

WAGNER:
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."

(exhales)

(sniffles, chuckles)

Hmm.

Wait.

(knocking)

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.

* *

(chuckles softly)

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.
RIVERS:
Damn it, Tascioni.

You should've let me
make the arrest.

I mean, it was my case.

And we solved it.

(quietly): For the record,
I still don't like that guy.

(scoffs)

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.

*

(phone chiming)

(chuckles softly)

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.

(chuckles)

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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