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Ah, the lovers again?

Aye.

Third meeting. Oh.

I think this time they leave together.

Aye. Mm-hmm.

I knew it.

It's love.

Oh, no.

What happened there?

The lass has been waiting.

She even brought sweeties, too.

Love is a fickle beast.

Mm-hmm.

Bit of cream?

Aye. Thanks, Fiona.

Oh!

Uh, uh, sorry.

It's no bother, Fiona.

You're fine.

Here.

What's wrong with that one?

Somebody help her!

You, get out the way!

Get out the way!

You!

Look behind you!

Behind you!

Look behind you!

Oh, come on, help her!

Do you think she looks sad?

Mm, I'm guessing that's from being dead.

And no one touched her?

No, but I think she did.

So you didn't see what happened?

No, she was just waiting at one of our tables.

But then she started stumbling over there.

Was she sad?

I don't know.

Are you-- Yes.

Just answer the question, or she'll keep asking.

I don't know if I'd say sad.

She was just waiting for her coffee.

Had she drunk it yet?

No, she was just waiting.

No witnesses, Detective. It was rush hour.

No one was paying attention.

Got to love New York.

I know. It's so pretty today.

What is that?

Oh, the Iris.

I think they're taking it down

after Valentine's Day.

Oh, right, I read about that.

It's like the Portal from last year.

Oh, that is so fun.

So it's a window to where?

Some seaside town in Scotland.

Like, 24 hours of streaming.

It's to connect people from a small town

to a big city who wouldn't meet otherwise.

So we can see them,

and they can see...

Excuse me?

Sir, has this always been covered?

No, we covered it when we got here.

It's up again.

Hello.

Oh, no sound?

Uh, no, just picture.

Hello?

Hello.

I'm Elsbeth.

Angus.

Uh, can I ask you a few questions?

Aye.

Sheep!

Oh, aye, there's loads of 'em.

Stop it!

Are they siblings? Oh, my God.

That is so adorable.

It is pretty darn adorable.

Are those the questions you wanted to ask me?

Oh, uh, no.

Sorry, um...

Oh, oh. Did you see

who did this?

Aye.

I saw a man grab the victim.

And then she fell to the ground.

He tried to take her chocolates.

What chocolates?

Well, she had a box of chocolates.

Like a Valentine.

I think it might be what you would call

a jealous rage.

- Could you describe this man? - Oh, aye.

But I'm not sure if he's the man who killed her.

She went back to her table after they struggled.

Are you with the police?

Oh, uh, that's a... long story.

Uh, yes and no.

I'm a consultant.

I...

Did they see something?

Oh, no, no.

They just come here at 2:30.

Why is that?

Uh, just give it half a tick.

That happens every day?

Twice a day, like clockwork.

But that's not why I'm here.

Uh, writing.

- Elsbeth? - Oh.

Um...

Uh, so how much longer will you be here?

An hour, maybe.

Okay, I think we're gonna need to take

a statement. What's your full name?

You might need a pen.

Uh, no, I have a good memory.

Angus Oliphant-Donnachaidh.

I'll need a pen.

Okay, uh...

Put you on speaker...

Uh, can you spell that, please?

O-L-I-

P-H-A-N-T,

dash, D-O-N-N-

A-C-H-

A-I-D-H.

Wow.

Thank you.

I'll, uh, I'll call you back.

I like your jacket.

Oh.

Thank you.

Um, it's my favorite color.

Mine, too.

Elsbeth! Oh.

Right, um...

Call you soon, Angus

Oliphanta-blucka-blucka.

Haste ye back.

What's going on?

We found her ID badge.

She worked just around the corner.

Who was that?

A witness.

Hmm.

Try this.

Hi.

Ooh.

Oh, hi.

Uh, are all these your perfumes?

Yes. Would you like to sample one?

Oh, no, I'm not very good at choosing perfumes.

Try this one.

Oh. Thank you.

Do they make them all here?

In our private laboratory upstairs.

You're in the house of Elle-Même.

Oh...

This is a very small bottle.

Yes. Handy in your purse.

Yum. I know you're not supposed

to spray directly onto the body,

You're supposed to make a little cloud,

and then walk into it. Oh!

Oh, my gosh.

Wow.

Ow. Here's a tissue.

Whew. Okay.

Oh, gosh. Ow. Ow.

May I help you?

We're here regarding Hayley Ritter.

Well, I'm head of security.

Is, uh, Hayley in some kind of trouble?

We have some bad news.

Well, uh, come on up.

I can't believe it.

We just deactivated her keycard this morning.

Was she fired?

No, no.

No, she failed her drug test,

and that's the policy.

Oh, God, it's so awful.

Oh!

Oh. Elsbeth, in here.

Sorry. Sorry.

So, the company was concerned...

with Hayley's drug use?

Well, uh, everyone in Research and Development

is subject to random drug tests.

If you fail, credentials are immediately revoked.

Never thought that would happen with her.

You know, I gave Hayley her first Elle-Même ID badge

as a college intern.

Mmm. Have you noticed any recent changes

to her behavior?

Uh, no. Uh...

Had to read the results three times to believe it.

She's been sober for years.

When did you say she failed?

Test was given on Friday,

results came back over the weekend.

Could we get a copy of those results?

You know, I'll do you one better.

I'll send over her employee file.

So the adrenal glands have a normal configuration,

with the cortices well demarcated

from the underlying medullae-- So it's a drug overdose?

Yeah, as far as we can determine.

Um, fentanyl.

Good. Thank you.

But you could've just sent us the results.

It's more effective in person.

And I was in the neighborhood,

and I thought that I could just swing by--

Well, this feels like a clean transfer to Narcotics.

Yes, Captain. Um...

Elsbeth.

Not to throw a flag on the play, but--

What's wrong with your eye?

Oh, I walked into a cloud.

Angus says he saw Hayley

have a jealous confrontation with a man

who, uh, grabbed her by the arm.

Who's Angus?

Our witness in Scotland.

We have a witness in Scotland?

Yeah, it's from The Iris,

it's this art installation in the park.

It has a 24-hour stream between New York

and this small town in Scotland.

From what I can tell, the town has more sheep than people.

It's so cute.

Oh, they do, yeah. Yeah. It's a tiny little--

I keep thinking this will make sense the more I listen.

How is he our only witness?

Captain, as excited as I get by these Elsbethian detours,

at a certain point a drug overdose is a drug overdose.

When will you have the full toxicology report?

Um, tomorrow.

Good. So, tomorrow, let's do a full witness report

on this man in, uh, Scotland,

and then we'll just drop this in the lap of Narcotics.

Out.

Uh, you might want to go

a little lighter on that perfume.

Agreed.

So, uh, how are things with the unit?

Everything working okay? Oh. Oh, yeah.

It's-it's really nice. The shower has, like,

the best water pressure in New York.

Right? My contractor understood the assignment. Yeah.

There's a wall, Elsbeth.

Got it. Got it.

Uh, actually, um, go on without me,

I think I'm gonna grab my coat.

And my bags.

'Kay, see y'all. Whoa.

Oh, gosh. I'm so sorry.

Wow. So sorry. Whoa.

Whoa, whoa.

Everything okay, Captain?

Of course things would have to pick up around here

right before Valentine's Day.

You're a fan of Valentine's Day?

February 14th is my wedding anniversary.

Oh, that's so romantic.

Uh, in our 20s we thought it would be.

But it's like being born on Christmas.

February 14th doesn't feel like our day.

The traffic, the overpriced flowers.

You can't even get a damn reservation anywhere.

Well, maybe you could cook her a special meal.

Eh, after the year that Claudia and I have gone through, no.

Nah, I'm leaning all the way in.

The price-inflated roses,

the fancy date. Mm.

And then my big surprise.

You know the one.

I do. Do you think you're ready?

No.

I-I... But I got to do it sometime.

May I just say,

this romantic side of you is unexpected.

And wonderful.

Speaking of unexpected...

...did you hear they reopened the Mertens murder case?

Yeah. Captain Kershaw.

Wait a minute. Did you make a call?

I have no idea what you're talking about.

I simply had a drink

with a friend.

Understood.

Captain.

Thank you, sir.

Thanks for doing this.

Oh, it's a pleasure.

No one embraces procrastination better than a writer.

So, you said you thought this was a jealous rage. Why?

Well, this young lass, Hayley,

she'd been meeting romantically for coffee at that place there.

With the man who she struggled with?

Oh, no, no, another man.

I think it was a Tinder date.

Why do you say that?

Well, they didn't seem to know each other

the first time they met.

And the chocolates were for him?

Aye. She waited, but he never arrived.

Now, if I got a sketch artist here,

would you be able to describe him?

Oh, aye.

You know, that scarf goes well with your jacket.

Oh, this? Oh, it's nothing.

I just, um, it's from the garbage.

I don't know why I said that.

So, what do you write, Angus?

Songs.

Really?

Oh, not good ones. They're too hard.

Bad music is so much easier.

That's so exciting.

I love people who write music.

I love people who love people who write music.

Well, I love people who love...

Um...

So you just sit there and get inspired?

Well, New York...

It inspires me.

Me, too. Have you ever been here?

No.

No. But in my songs, I go.

Someone's calling in.

Hello?

I'll be right there.

Angus?

Hayley had an emergency contact

in the employee file, her boyfriend.

I've been trying to call her, but she wasn't picking up.

I-I can't believe this is happening.

How long had you been together?

Two and a half years.

They didn't mention you at Ms. Ritter's work.

Hayley was a private person.

And we've been in counseling for a little while.

But she loved me, I know she did.

Oh, my God.

I don't understand. What kind of drugs?

Fentanyl.

That makes no sense.

Why do you say that?

I was with her through rehab.

I saw her get clean.

I know what a relapse looks like on Hayley.

She was sober.

Did you follow Hayley today?

Follow her? No. Where?

Were you jealous of her meeting with another man?

What are you talking about?

Elsbeth.

Did you see Hayley

meeting with another man by The Iris?

I don't know what you're talking about.

Things were good.

We were planning to have kids. We were doing IVF.

I think that's enough.

Thank you, sir.

We'll contact you with any other questions.

Maybe you can help us with just one more thing.

What?

Not here. Where Hayley died.

Yes.

It'll only take a second.

Good job, yeah. Aye. See you tomorrow.

You ready for me?

"Aye."

Mr. Jeffries?

I-I just-- Could you just stand right here?

Why? What am I doing here?

I just need you to see something.

Uh...

Uh, hey. Uh, look over there.

Aye. That's the man who fought with her.

I didn't do it. It wasn't me.

We have an eyewitness who saw you

fighting with your girlfriend, Charles.

Are you saying that wasn't you?

I was mad,

and I tried to keep her from walking away.

She was acting so weird.

It was like she was trying to make me jealous.

Your Scottish witness ID'd him?

Yes, but it's not my Scottish witness.

He's just a witness.

It's not an accusation, Elsbeth.

It's not what it looked like.

How was she making you jealous?

I just discovered she was cheating on me.

Of course I was pissed.

Who was cheating with?

I-I don't know.

But Hayley had stopped sharing location services with me,

and she wouldn't tell me why

and then--

When I looked through her phone,

I found an encrypted messaging app.

Doesn't mean she was cheating.

Just means you're controlling.

Did you follow her?

So you were lying, before.

I was afraid for her.

That's why I was following her.

She was talking about someone who wanted to kill her.

Right.

You have to look for this guy who she was meeting.

He's the one she was afraid of.

You need to find him!

So what do you think?

Drug overdose with contributing factors.

Think we can make a case implicating the boyfriend?

Sure, he fought with her,

fentanyl constricts blood to the brain,

a sudden jolt like that could lead to internal bleeding.

Sounds like involuntary manslaughter to me.

What about the other man she was meeting?

Officer Blanke.

I think we need to locate him either way.

I agree.

Take Ms. Tascioni with you tomorrow

and see what you can dig up about him.

Was she afraid of him? Let's go.

Are you nervous about the big surprise?

I wasn't, until you mentioned that.

How's that?

Uh, his forehead's a bit higher.

Thank you for doing this, sir.

Uh, doing nothing else today.

Is that a different coat?

I felt inspired.

It's another good color.

We get a wee bit

drab over here.

Oh, that can't be.

Well,

we'll get this circulated right away.

Not done yet.

Uh, you're done. Let's go.

Oh.

Well, I guess I'll let you, uh, get back to your composing.

Oh, God, no. Anything but that.

I heard one of your songs last night.

Oh, you did? Where?

Spotify.

Ah, you just made me two cents.

I'll treat meself to dinner.

Um...

And you have a band?

A small one.

All from your, uh, village?

Oh, no, no.

The gang's in Edinburgh.

We record over Zoom.

Really?

That sounds very technical.

Well, I hook up the oxen to the power grid.

How about you?

Are you a native New Yorker?

No, no. Although, I feel like I am.

I can't believe you've never been here.

No, but I will someday.

Well, I guess I'd better...

Aye. Go solve your murder.

Okay.

Whoa.

Bye.

Remember us from yesterday?

Yes, that was awful.

Have you seen this man?

He sometimes comes here to work on his computer?

Oh. George. Six pumps of caramel.

He's here every morning.

Lavender Manuka Honey Oat latte!

For Taylor!

Do you remember his last name? George...

No, but he might.

He's looking for him, too.

I don't know where he is.

George can be a bit of a space cadet when he's working.

But he's never just disappeared without a word like this.

I'm worried.

How long have you been together?

Exclusively? A year. Why?

There's no reason George would be meeting

romantically with a woman, is there?

Maybe if it was Nicole Kidman. But that's about it.

When was the last time you heard from George?

Two days ago. He rushed off the phone with me

to go meet a source.

Do you know the source's name? No.

Do you know what he was writing about?

No, no. I don't find out until he publishes.

George is intense about

"journalistic integrity," confidentiality.

His datebook is in code,

and he only communicates...

...with sources through encrypted messaging apps.

Sorry...

Hello?

I sent around that sketch you sent.

We found him.

Oh. That was fast. Where?

The morgue.

His body was found hidden in a park

a few blocks from his residence.

We're waiting on full toxicology,

but it's looking like a fentanyl overdose, too.

So, where is your thinking on this?

We talked to Mr. Singh's editor.

He said he was working on an exposé,

thought he'd have something in a few days.

He was waiting on one last piece.

And Hayley, are we connecting the two overdoses?

That's the logical theory. We never found the chocolates.

What is that, a metaphor?

According to Angus, Hayley had a box of chocolates

after the altercation with Charles,

and before she died.

So, who took them?

This is New York. Who didn't take them?

Why is everyone from New York so down on New York?

So other people don't move here.

Well, that's not very welcoming.

Elsbeth. Chocolates. Right.

What if Hayley was a whistleblower

and that's the way she was getting evidence

to George for her exposé?

Oh, joy. Another Tascioni leap.

Wait, so you think someone killed her to stop her

from delivering damning evidence?

Yes, possibly in a box of chocolates.

Or Hayley's boyfriend, who didn't realize

George was gay, killed him because he was jealous.

That's possible, too. Thank you.

Just not very likely. Okay.

Question the boyfriend. Update me in an hour.

We have two corpses, let's get this going.

Are the nerves making you grouchy?

Go!

Hello?

Oh, hello.

I was seeing if the sketch helped.

Perfectly. I mean, we found him dead,

so that wasn't good, but it helped us find him.

Ah, crivvens.

Well, what now?

Uh, well, we're working on it.

So if you can remember anything, that would be great.

What's crivvens?

It's basically "crap."

Yes. Crivvens.

Hey, look. I'll call you back, okay?

Okay, bye--

Crivvens. Criv--

Hey, Fiona.

You remember yesterday

when you spilled cream all over my book?

Would you like me to apologize again?

No. I was turned away from that screen

for about ten seconds.

Were the boys out there for their stripper?

Nae. Well, who else was out there

that could have seen?

The Murrays.

Ah, the sisters. Mm-hmm.

Where are they?

- Where they always are. - No, 1760.

That's when David Hume wrote the...

It's not the Human Enlightenment.

- It's the Scottish enlightenment. - Oh.

You have to look at the date.

They don't line up.

I had nothing to do with this, either.

Have you ever been to Mr. Singh's residence? No.

I-I-I only saw him once with Hayley.

The medical examiner places the time of death

as Saturday in the morning. Where were you?

I was... I... Uh, wait.

I was with Hayley. We-we had couples therapy.

I wanted to make it work, but she didn't,

and then she got bloodwork done

for our IVF. You see how she was sending me mixed signals?

But I... It proves I couldn't have been there.

Can anyone attest to this?

They probably could at the fertility clinic.

We need that bloodwork.

Can you get us that bloodwork?

Okay, the IVF panel tests for fertility, diseases and...

Substances. Yeah.

Look, she tested negative

for everything.

Look at the dates.

The Elle-Même drug test

was Friday afternoon.

And the IVF panel

was Saturday morning.

If she was using opioids,

why weren't they still in her system 12 hours later?

Elle-Même faked the drug results.

Something bad was coming out of that lab.

Hayley was a whistleblower, and they killed her for it.

Mm.

We need to get George's editor,

see if he knows anything about what George was writing.

Angus?

Oh. I better get this.

Just remember, he's a musician, so...

Mm.

I have to give you the context.

I'll tell it. I'm the one who saw him. He--

I saw it as well as you.

He went right up to her

and he sneezed

in her face.

He didn't sneeze, he coughed.

He wore one of those surgical masks.

No, he did not. Stop your telling of stories.

Uh, wait. Uh, I'm sorry.

Are you saying there was another man?

I didn't see everything. It was fast.

When Hayley went down, I...

Are you telling this story, or are we?

You. So, shut up. The scoundrel

lowered his mask

and coughed in her face!

Sneezed in her face.

Aah! How can you go on like that?

The screen is silent.

And-and...

then what? What happened?

We're trying to tell you if you'd stop your interrupting.

He...

He lifted the box of chocolates right off her.

Can you tell me

what he looked like?

Not the face. He had that mask.

And-And he wore that scarf.

Murray of Atholl tartan.

Ah! Aah! Are you blind?

MacKenzie tartan! Aah.

Nah, Robertson Hunting tartan, yeah?

Are you even Scottish?

Murray of Atholl.

Well, that's it.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Um, it's just, uh...

Uh, my-my battery is about to die.

All these international calls.

So, he had on a patterned scarf?

Who is this woman?

I'm taking you off speaker.

I dinna ken who she is.

I'm sorry about that.

We take our tartans seriously.

Oh. Tell them I'm sorry.

Um, can you keep them around?

I'll need to get statements later.

Certainly.

Be safe, Elsbeth.

Thanks, Angus.

She apologizes.

Oh.

And she thanks you.

Oh! Oh!

Oh, there, there, there!

That's him!

MacKenzie tartan.

I told you. No, no, no.

Murray of Atholl!

Completely blind. Completely.

Look at it.

Hi.

You've reached the voicemail of Elsbeth Tascioni.

It's spelled like it sounds.

May I help you?

Oh. Hi again.

Yes.

I was wondering...

could I get another one of those samples?

Ah.

It is very small.

Yes, very convenient.

Fashionable bags are usually tiny.

Is it reusable?

I mean, if I want, could I pour out the perfume,

and then put anything I want in?

Do you not like the scent?

Oh, no, no. I just probably

used too much of it last time.

Came out like a firehose.

Ms. Tascioni? Yes. Oh. Oh.

May I help you? Yes. Hi.

Uh, Mister, um...

uh, I-I forgot your name.

Thorwald. "Thornwalls."

I was just admiring

how small these little spray bottles are.

Atomizers. Oh, yes, right, atomizers.

Very small. Did you need something?

I do.

How is your, uh, narcotics investigation going?

Oh. Well.

Good. You know, I used to be an officer in Denver.

I know how difficult it can be.

You used to be a detective?

No. A patrol officer.

Ah. Okay.

So, here's my issue.

This is...

a copy of Hayley's employee file that you gave us.

Thank you for that, by the way. Yeah.

And we just want to double-check the date there

for the drug test.

It's a little hard to read. See?

So we just want to confirm that it's correct.

Yeah. Yeah, let me bring you

the original file. Do you mind waiting?

Oh, no. Thank you.

Um...

Everything all right?

Uh, yes. Uh, my-- Uh, yes.

I was just on the phone with, um, Captain Wagner.

Yes, Captain.

I am in the office of Howard Thornberger.

- Thorwald. - Uh, Thorn... wald,

and, um, he was just giving me

the original drug test report. Mm-hmm.

Yes, and, um, I'm coming right back to you,

so you know my where...

abouts. Um, actually, Captain,

uh, maybe you should head over here right now

in case I have a problem with, um, the, uh...

Yeah, that's dead.

Um, there are a lot of people who know I'm here.

It is not gonna look very real

if you spray us all with fentanyl.

That's a lot of overdoses.

Some people just disappear.

We are a cosmetics company.

We know how to cover up anything unsightly.

So this was all to cover up for the company?

What, was there something carcinogenic in those cosmetics?

Because that perfume really stung my eye.

It's the concealer that's the problem.

At least according to Hayley, but she's not here anymore.

So, she was right. People were trying to kill her.

There were company secrets inside that box of chocolates.

On a thumb drive hidden among the caramels,

which were delicious.

Why don't you sit down, Ms. Tascioni?

Captain Wagner is on his way.

Yes, because you magically called him from your dead phone.

Help! Shh, shh, shh.

No, help! Help! Help! Shh, shh. Be quiet.

Shh.

- Help! - Calm down.

Uh... Uh... I'm in a meeting!

Yes, with someone he intends to kill.

We're-we're just joking in here.

Mr. Thorwald. You're under arrest

for the murder of Hayley Ritter and George Singh.

You have the right to remain silent.

It wasn't me. The CEOs paid me to do it.

Well, good.

Well, you might want to try

lightening your sentence by turning on them.

How did you guys know?

Angus in Scotland. He called the switchboard.

Oh, my God.

That is so moving.

This whole thing is so moving. Group hug.

No, no. No group hugs.

Yes, yes, just not you.

Your call has been forwarded

to an automated voice message system.

Like I said, musicians.

Keeps going straight to voicemail.

I did check his Spotify site, though.

He's got these concerts coming up in Edinburgh. Mm.

He just left.

He's gonna be gone for a long time.

Well, I'm sure he'll call tonight.

It is Valentine's Day.

Why do I even care?

He's 3,000 miles away.

I mean, how does that even work?

What about you? What are you gonna do?

Are you gonna do something fun for Valentine's Day?

Nah.

I'm too busy for all that.

Whew.

Oh. Hey. Oh, hey. Um...

Uh, there's a cupcake for you there, by the way.

My coworkers brought some Valentine's treats,

and you're a sugar fiend, so...

Wh... What makes you say that?

Oh, wait, you're being for real?

No, I mean, you and Elsbeth have froyo night,

like, every night.

Well, I appreciate the gesture--

your moderate shade notwithstanding--

but a morgue cupcake...

is very much not the vibe.

Um...

Yeah, I didn't think about maybe the-the bacterial presence...

You want to get some ice cream from the bodega with me?

Are you suggesting we do something together

on February 14th?

We... also need dish soap.

Yes.

Who's ready to dance?

Is this really happening?

Oh, it is happening.

Dance lessons for Christmas was technically Elsbeth's idea.

But I took an extra month to prepare.

All right, now. Elbow up. Elbow up.

What do you mean, prepare?

Oh.

Okay.

This is not the same man

who danced the first dance at our wedding.

Your husband, for the last five weeks,

has had the footwork of a baby giraffe.

All right. That's good.

You've been secretly taking lessons for five weeks?

Oh. So I become the dance partner you deserve.

Mm.

Happy anniversary, baby.

And Happy Valentine's Day.

It's kind of sad.

It is.

It's coming down tomorrow.

Mm.

Hello.

You came here?

You didn't need to come here.

Ah, you're right, I didn't. Oh, wait.

Stop, stop.

You needed to come here.

I thought so.

Happy Valentine's Day, Elsbeth.

You too, Angus.

But wait, what about your concerts in Edinburgh?

Ah, I told them to play without me.

Besides, that's not how I make my living.

It isn't? Well what are you besides a musician?

I'm a fireman.

Get a room.

Aw...