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I'm so bored. It's like...
I could do whatever I want.
Everybody knows I could do whatever I want.
Anything cool.
The problem is,
if it sounds like a new idea,
I probably already crossed it off my bucket list.
I darted zebras from a helicopter
in South Africa's Tswalu game reserve.
Come on.
Come on.
The darts, they don't even kill them.
For my 16th birthday,
I filled my car up with one hundred dollar bills and drove
through the desert with the top down.
Boring.
I hooked up with TruRose after the Grammys.
That's right. An hour after the after-party,
she was naked in my hotel room.
Eh.
She wanted to meet up again
when she was back in New York, but why? Why?
I mean, second dates, they're not,
they're not on the bucket list.
Dude, you're a mess.
I'm just being truthful. Been there,
I've done that. You should try
- other award shows, you know. - The Oscars,
the-the Tonys. Put that on your bucket list.
- I have a Tony. - Yeah, sort of.
- Yeah, I am a Tony winner. - 'Cause you invested in a show
with, like, 30 other producers.
I was on stage when they were handing out the awards, wasn't I?
In the lobby.
On camera, but, uh, the point is, I'm...
I'm out of ideas.
It's like I'm dead inside.
Hey! Look at that! Look at that.
I'm just a... I'm a hair off center.
- No way. - Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Oh, yeah!
Check it out.
All right, all right.
I mean, who says I'm not good at this, right?
You moron.
You almost killed me. Bro, look.
I almost killed you.
Yeah. Well, help me up.
Yeah.
Um... Aw, geez.
Whoa, hey, hey, hey.
It's all right, all right? Don't-don't worry about it.
I'm sure you feel awful.
- Yeah. - Yeah?
Yeah, sure.
Whew.
Who's it gonna be?
What'd we win, Nana?
Five dollars.
What the hell?
All right, thank you so much. I'll check it out.
- Good morning. - Elsbeth.
I wasn't expecting you to be here.
Why not?
Well, after what happened with Judge Crawford,
I thought you might want to take a beat
before jumping back into another case.
And do what? Sit around and worry
about the state of the world all day?
I'm just saying, I understand
if you want to sit this one out. You know?
Oh. Thank you, but I'm okay.
Really. It's like the captain said,
we need to do what we can each day,
- and that's what I'm doing. - See?
Okay.
This is our gunshot victim.
A sanitation worker found him.
He looks so young.
Several people have seen him in the area.
Said he was living out of the van.
Could be a runaway.
Have you checked the van for identification?
I was waiting on you.
Let's open it up.
Whoa.
What kind of runaway has a van like this?
Huh. Well, I guess this is one way
to have a nice apartment in the city.
I don't think money was a problem for this guy.
Apparently, he's royalty.
Our victim is one Wilhelm Von Hofer,
Prince of Lichtenburg.
One cortado, shaken over heavy ice, please.
Oh. This is early for you, isn't it?
- Uh, I'm just, I'm feeling energized. - Huh.
What do you say we gather the boys,
jump in the Gulfstream, head to the Swiss Alps?
What's gotten into you?
I guess I'm...
I got bored of being bored.
The people of Lichtenburg
have just learned Prince Wilhelm Von Hofer
was gunned down on the streets of New York last night.
- A prince? - Von Hofer, worth an estimated
$3.4 billion and known
for his zest for life,
had been enjoying life among real New Yorkers
before commencing his official duties.
Hmm. See that?
The plebes are coming for us, bro.
We need to increase our security.
Police have not named a suspect, and the gunman
appears to be at large.
But, like, I wouldn't worry too much about it.
Why-why... why would I be worried?
I'm just saying, whoever shot that dude
is gonna fry.
You can't shoot a royal and expect to get away with it.
I-I'd like to believe you, okay?
Um... but the NYPD, they're just...
they're all a bunch of clowns. It's...
I'm... I just remembered, I got to go. Sorry.
- Wait, Rod. - Just put it, put it on my tab.
So, apparently,
Lichtenburg is one of the wealthiest countries in Europe.
Well, it's near Switzerland, I think, so that makes sense.
Given how nice this van is,
you'd think it was a robbery-homicide.
Except, Von Hofer's wallet and all these fancy electronics
were left untouched.
Maybe the shooter thought he was a runaway, like we did.
True. He didn't look like a royal.
Yeah.
And, um, this street isn't exactly
where you would expect to find a prince.
So, Von Hofer was shot twice. Once in his ear,
and once in his chest.
Looks like one bullet struck the van.
Techs haven't found any casings.
A shooter collecting casings
to cover his tracks, that sounds targeted,
not random, and the ShotSpotter
never went off. It suggests the shooter used a suppresser.
To dampen the sound.
Okay, so...
the shooter sees Von Hofer approach the van. Bang!
Fires and misses.
Right, and then bang!
Fires again, hits him in the ear. Bang!
No, no.
No, no, no. Hang on.
Elsbeth?
Elsbeth?
Sorry.
Uh, excuse me. Um...
I'm just gonna take a mo... a moment.
Just one second.
Hey, uh... Excuse me, have you heard
what the cops are saying about this?
Uh... Huh?
No. Um...
Not much. There doesn't appear to be a ton of evidence.
So they don't know who did it?
No, not yet. It's so awful, though.
Yeah, well, typical New York, right?
That's not actually a fair characterization.
- Statistically speaking... - Elsbeth.
I'm gonna head back to the precinct.
Oh, okay. I'll come with.
Wait, wait. You're-you're a cop? You-you didn't...
you didn't say you were a cop.
You didn't ask.
And I'm not a cop. I'm a lawyer.
I work with the police, overseeing...
investigations.
Are you somehow related to the victim?
Me? No. No, no. I've...
never even heard of him.
That's strange.
And why is that?
Well, uh, it's just unusual for someone to get out
of a fancy car
to look at a crime scene.
What did you say? Uh,
"Ronaldo, pull over. I want to see a dead body"?
I guess I'm just a curious person.
Yes, you are.
Actually, um...
I'm in the process of buying
the-the warehouse across the street.
Oh. That one?
- Mm-hmm. - Huh. That's funny.
I don't see a "For Sale" sign.
Yeah, well, uh, trust me.
Everything is for sale.
That's depressing.
Why?
Well, because if everything is for sale, then...
nothing's really precious, is it?
So, uh, you're a developer then?
Um...
No, actually, my family is in
the gun manufacturing business. Uh, here.
Oh, that family.
You must hate it when something like this happens.
Oh, y... Absolutely. It's just...
Ugh.
If you need anything, a-ask any questions
about guns or ammunition,
- please, please call. - Oh, look at that.
Most people hate talking to the NYPD.
Uh, no. I'm-I'm just trying to do my part
to help clean up the city.
Oh, that's admirable. Okay, well...
I don't want to keep my friend waiting.
So...
it was nice to meet you, Rod Bedford,
well-to-do looky-loo.
Yeah. And-and what's your name?
Elsbeth Tascioni.
Elsbeth Tascioni. Pleasure.
sync and corrections by solfieri www.addic7ed.com
- I knew it. - What?
That warehouse Rod Bedford was gonna buy?
It's owned by the city. Definitely not for sale.
So, he lied.
Ms. Tascioni. Detective Blanke.
This is Agent Wes McCarthy
of ICE's Transnational Crime Investigative Unit.
Better known as the TCIU.
"Better known"?
Agent McCarthy will be overseeing
the Von Hofer case.
This investigation is taking precedent
over the situation in Greenland.
What situation in Greenland?
Uh, I'm not at liberty to discuss it.
I've been in contact with Lichtenburg's royal family,
and given the delicate balance of power
between our two countries,
we can't have any leaks about this case.
"Balance of power"?
Let me be clear.
No unauthorized images or details
are to be released without the royal family's approval.
To that end, is there someplace more private we can talk?
The lack of shell casings and the possibility
a silencer was used suggests this was an assassination.
Carried out by a member of Lichtenburg's
Crown Free Movement.
It's a terror cell that wants to end the monarchy
and give women equal rights to inherit property.
There's a country in Europe
where women can't inherit property?
Royal women. The Princely House follows male primogeniture.
So this terror cell is made up of princesses?
We should call Disney.
It seems unlikely they'd send an assassin
to kill a prince on American soil, doesn't it?
We're talking about a country of 40,000 people.
That's smaller than Hackensack, New Jersey.
Plus, it took three shots to kill Von Hofer.
What kind of trained assassin has terrible aim?
A woman, obviously. The assassin used a lady gun.
A lady gun?
Bullets are from a .25. That's a small-caliber weapon.
It sports a smaller grip, less kick,
easier for women to handle.
Or a man with tiny hands.
A group of women matching the description of the terror cell
was spotted in New York a few days ago.
Oh. Where?
Café table at Starbucks.
So this scary terrorist cell fits at a four-top?
Size has nothing to do with it, Detective.
Oh, that's rarely true.
A .25 is small, but it's still lethal.
Okay, the Crown Free Movement could be responsible,
sure, but it's so early in the case.
Shouldn't we consider other suspects as well?
Sounds like you have someone particular in mind.
There was this man named Rod Bedford
who visited the crime scene...
By visited the crime scene, you mean a looky-loo?
Technically, yes.
Clearly, you have no experience with international crime. I do.
Okay. It is worth checking out all paths.
I'll start with tracing the gun,
which I'm willing to bet money
is a Swiss-made brand popular with terror cells.
You can talk to some guy you saw.
Great. Thank you.
Well, Agent "Women Have Poor Aim"
is right about one thing.
The murder seems planned.
So if your guy Rod is our suspect, what's his motive?
To figure that out, we'd have to know how they're connected,
and Rod claimed not to know the prince.
Well, he lied about wanting to buy the warehouse.
He could be lying about that, too.
Officer Reynolds, we need you to check
into Rod Bedford's social media.
The guy from the crime scene?
See if the prince and Rod are connected somehow.
- Maybe Rod friended or followed him. - On it.
And we can go talk to Rod about that "lady gun" idea.
Mm. You go.
I need to check into Agent McCarthy's
"angry feminist theory."
Transnational nonsense.
Excuse me, ma'am, members only.
Uh, Ace, Ace, it's okay. She's a guest of mine.
Hi.
Welcome to the Canister Club. Uh, gentlemen,
this lady is always welcome here.
Whoa.
Uh... Am I still in Manhattan?
Or did I get transported to the O.K. Corral?
You-You've never heard of "the room"?
No. I guess I haven't.
Well, in addition to being a cigar bar
and a whiskey tasting lounge, Canister Club
has an indoor shooting range on site.
Uh, that's not possible. Not in New York City.
Guns are strictly banned in establishments
where alcohol is consumed.
Anything's possible with the right connections to...
To money.
Come on. I'll-I'll give you a tour.
Uh, a tour of "the room"? No, thank you.
I've, uh, already seen enough.
Smart woman.
Last time I was in there with this guy, I almost died.
- Colin. - It's true.
Bullet went right through my sleeve.
Let's, uh, let's show her the video, Rod.
I made him apologize on camera.
No, she didn't come here to see some dumb video, okay?
She's with the NYPD.
Oh, then she definitely needs to see it.
Maybe she'll charge you with mishandling a firearm.
- Ah. - Well, now, I reallywant to see it.
What's the latest on the case?
Have you, uh, identified the shooter?
No. Not yet.
We did identify the type of gun used, though.
Small-caliber handgun, most likely a .25.
So, ICE's TCI Unit
thinks the shooter's a woman with bad aim.
Small-caliber guns are not just for women.
Well, the agent called it a "lady gun."
Sure. Some firearms are targeted towards women,
but, uh, yeah,
we have a whole line of feminine colors.
It sells well, but a .25 is not a-a lady gun.
- And I can't find the video. I'm... - It was, like,
your most liked post.
- I... - This guy is terminally online.
Lucky for him, there was no Twitter in boarding school.
Is that how you two know each other? Boarding school?
- Yeah. - Well, I mean, I thought I was spoiled,
and then I meet this guy, who offers to fly friends
to private parties at the pyramids at 13.
And he's been tagging along ever since.
Oh, I'm sorry. I don't mean to be nosy,
but was that Martha Stewart?
Oh, yeah, she did a tablescape for me.
- What? - Eh.
Was it for a special occasion or...?
No, no, just-just a dinner.
I was dating a girl. She thought it would be cool.
It wasn't.
It was not.
"#b-list."
Wow, if that's the "b-list," I'd love to see the "a-list."
No, no, B-B stands for, uh, "bucket."
Oh.
Where is this?
That's my house in Amagansett.
Cynthia Erivo and Ariana Grande
performed "Defying Gravity" in your living room?
- I know. - Talk about a bucket list item.
Oh, that reminds me, I...
I have to mark that one off. Yes.
That's a once-in-a-lifetime experience.
You don't even seem that excited.
Well, it-it's kind of awkward being that close to them.
They only... They kept making each other cry. Colin was there.
I don't know what he's talking about. It was awesome.
- LAUGHS) - It-it seemed like
it was more about them than me.
You can literally do anything.
You can make any dream
come true.
It suddenly occurs to me that
maybe that isn't such a blessing.
What can I say? I-It's... it's not easy being me.
- Oh. - Yeah. But don't fret.
I recently found something I enjoy immensely.
Ooh, what's that?
Talking to you about the murder case, of course.
And what would be even better
is to see the investigation up close.
Are-are you talking, like-like, ride-along?
- Yeah. Yeah. - Because if so, I'm-I'm so in.
I, uh, I will admit I am a "more the merrier" type,
but the last time someone tagged along,
it didn't end well, so...
- Oh, that's too bad. - But I promise
that if I have any additional questions,
I will reach out.
Uh... Uh.
My phone.
Oh. I didn't even realize I had that.
Um, can you send me that "Defying Gravity" video?
Sure. Do you want the extended cut?
- Thanks. - Sure.
Get home safe.
Detective Blanke, a moment, please.
I've been looking into those, uh, passed over princesses...
- It's not about the case. - Oh.
Then what is it about?
It's been brought to my attention that Captain Kershaw
presented you with a job offer.
Outside this precinct.
Captain Kershaw did raise the possibility
of me joining a special task force,
not until the end of the year.
I was gonna tell you.
I've been told that a spot just opened up.
On the task force?
Training begins right away.
As a captain,
you never want to lose a good detective,
but...
it'll be a hell of an opportunity for you.
So, you have a decision to make.
Can I think about it?
Captain Kershaw will need an answer by Friday.
Wow. Okay.
Camera footage of the Von Hofer crime scene?
Mm-hmm. From the warehouse across the street.
Stop. There. Look.
That doesn't look like a woman.
- You can't tell from that angle. - I'd say you can.
Well, we should at least circulate the image.
See if anyone recognizes him.
Or her.
I'll have to check with the royal family.
I found something on social media.
A connection between Rod and the prince?
No. Neither one of them followed the other
or had friends in common, but someone named Ivan Dieter
posted this comment on a news story about Von Hofer's murder.
"That's what happens when everybody dresses
"in hoodies and crappy high-tops.
"Don't expect your privilege to save you
if you don't dress the part."
It's odd 'cause the fact that Von Hofer
was wearing crappy high-tops at the time of the murder
- was never released to the public. - You're right.
Von Hofer's royal portrait is the only photo
that's been circulating.
Ivan Dieter obviously didn't realize
those high-tops cost, like, $1,800.
These shoes cost $1,800?
You never heard of "poor core"?
It's a fashion trend.
Designer fits made to look old and dirty.
So now rich people are cosplaying being poor?
I thought this Ivan Dieter must be the killer.
How else would he know the shoes Von Hofer was wearing
at the time of the murder?
But Ivan Dieter isn't a real person.
- What does that mean? - As far as I can tell,
he's just a social media bot
designed to increase the engagement
of rich guys and promote the future of A.I.
Look at this. Rod let some kids
take a photo next to his sports car.
Here's a comment from Ivan Dieter.
"Look at Rod-man, a champion of the less fortunate."
So, basically, Ivan Dieter is a social media hype bot.
And the only connection between Rod and the prince.
Okay, I know we still don't have a motive,
but the man in that alley
could be Rod, right?
Maybe.
But how do we prove it?
Aw.
Where was I when it happened? I... I was here.
And I-I would
show you the security footage, but they don't,
they don't allow cameras in here.
Oh, yeah, I noticed.
It's one of the best parts about an exclusive club like this.
You know, nothing stupid I say or do goes viral.
But, wait, wait, wait, why...
why are you asking me where I was?
You-you already have a suspect.
We do?
Y-Yeah, the media keeps speculating
about this all-female Crown Free Movement.
That's the TCIU's theory.
- Uh... Oh. - Shoot.
And you're-you're not buying it?
The lady assassin narrative doesn't really fit
with what we saw on the surveillance cameras.
Whoa, that one got away from you.
Yeah. Uh, y-you have surveillance footage?
I didn't, I didn't hear that.
Yeah, we do.
There are cameras all over these days.
I'm sure it'll get out there soon enough.
I-ICE outranks the NYPD, though,
so you have to follow their lead, right?
If the evidence points that way,
but right now, it doesn't.
Wow.
What a shot.
- You are good. - Thanks.
An investigation
into the slain prince of Lichtenburg
intensifies tonight.
Speculation that that country's anti-monarch
Crown Free Movement
is somehow involved in the killing
continues to circulate,
but authorities have no proof.
See? "Men Against the Crown."
They have allies now. They're growing.
Oh, so now you admit it's a man in the camera footage.
I have no problem admitting when I'm wrong.
On the rare occasions when I am.
Don't you think it's rather convenient, though?
Right after you circulate the security camera image...
With the cooperation of the royal family.
This note gets sent to us on extremely fine...
paper.
Wait one second.
The quality of this paper stock
is awfully similar to this card.
That's astounding.
The Crown Free Movement
and your looky-loo both enjoy fine paper products.
I've got the A.I. report back on the note.
And?
The words and images were cut out
from two different magazines,
Gilded Gotham and Mega Yacht Monthly.
Magazines for uber-rich New Yorkers.
Lichtenburgers own yachts.
Isn't it landlocked?
Not every yacht in Ibiza belongs to Russian oligarchs.
Come on.
You have to admit these details point to Rod Bedford
as much as they point to the Crown Free Movement.
The Crown Free Movement has something Rod Bedford doesn't,
a motive. Tell me, Ms. Tascioni,
why would the heir to a gun manufacturer
want to kill the Serene Highness?
- Why? - I don't know.
Exactly. There's no connection between them. Face it,
your looky-loo is not our suspect.
Detective Blanke?
Agent McCarthy has a point.
Well, I'm sorry, but you're wrong.
She's been through a lot.
Lichtenburg, that doesn't sound like a real place.
Ugh. If you've never heard of it, then I guess you and Rod
- haven't gone there as travel buddies. - Nope.
Did the Von Hofers, the royal family,
ever visit the club?
Mm, the first time I heard the name Von Hofer was on the news.
But if I thought Lichtenburg could get a rise out of Rod,
we'd go there in a heartbeat.
I swear the only time I ever saw Rod show any emotion at all
was, uh, when he almost shot me.
Is that right?
Finally something to get the adrenaline pumping.
But, you know, don't get me wrong,
Rod's, uh, he's a great friend,
just everything bores him.
But it's not his fault. He's had courtside seats
to the Knicks since he was five years old.
He's got a private key to the Sistine Chapel.
- The Sistine Chapel? - Yeah. Sick, right?
But when you have that much,
you're bound to find a lot of life underwhelming.
And when you do find something that really engages you,
that gets your adrenaline pumping,
you probably want to do it again, don't you?
That was Captain Kershaw.
She's concerned that she hasn't heard from you yet.
What's going on, Detective?
I don't think I can accept her offer.
Is it Cameron?
You are still dating, right?
Yes.
Cameron's been great. I told him
it'll require extensive training in D.C.
and undercover assignments, and he just,
he acted like it was no big deal.
Honestly, I'm not sure how I feel about that.
The man spends his day with dead bodies.
And I thought his lack of excess emotion
was one of the things you liked about him.
Well, you're not wrong.
If it isn't Cameron, what is it?
Captain, I've barely had a chance
to enjoy having my gold shield.
Things are moving quickly.
It's because of your mentorship that I'm even here,
and for me to just jump ship?
It doesn't feel right.
Well, I'm not gonna pretend that I am happy about losing you,
but certain opportunities change the trajectory
of a whole career,
and this is one of them.
The task force does sound really amazing.
Then call Captain Kershaw before it goes away.
Okay.
I will.
There's still one other problem.
How am I gonna tell Elsbeth?
What is it?
He's trying to feel something.
What are we talking about now?
Rod was searching for an experience
to add to his bucket list,
something that would invigorate him,
and it was murder.
- Ms. Tascioni... Uh, okay, but... - That's the motive.
Can we skip the part where you try and shut me down?
Because if we don't stop him now, he'll do it ag...
Ms. Tascioni!
It's over.
What?
The Crown Free Movement claimed credit
for killing the prince.
That can't be.
As of now, the TCI Unit
considers this case solved.
- Hey. - Hey.
Just wanted to check in with you.
Are you okay?
Yeah, I'm fine.
Well, I was waiting until the case came to a stopping point,
and now that it appears it has,
I wanted to tell you...
I accepted an offer to join a special task force
with Captain Kershaw's precinct.
I notified her this morning.
Wow. A special task force.
That's a big deal.
It is.
But I wanted to tell you,
even though we won't be working together,
we can still get together for Froyo when I'm not on assignment.
Oh, no, don't worry about that.
Of course...
I'm sad to leave.
Don't be sad.
This is a, this is an incredible opportunity.
But are you sure?
Maybe I could postpone.
Just, with everything that you went through...
Will you stop?
I'm happy for you.
Will you excuse me a moment?
I just have to go talk to the captain.
Okay.
Captain Wagner.
I think we need to request a warrant for Rod's notebook.
I know what you're gonna say...
"No" is what I'm gonna say.
He puts his bucket list down in writing.
The TCIU already has its man, or in this case, women.
- You know they're not responsible. - Do I?
They're only taking credit so it'll help their cause.
Look, I know better than to dismiss your instincts,
but there's nothing we can do.
He's a killer.
Captain, he killed a man because he thought it would be a hoot.
But he's rich and powerful,
so I guess it doesn't matter.
It does matter.
Then let's do something about it.
- And trample the TCIU's investigation? - Why not?
Other guys trample the rules all the time.
This is not about Judge Crawford.
It seems breaking the rules
is the only way to get justice these days.
Ms. Tascioni, now is not the time to overreach.
What happened with Crawford
put this entire department under scrutiny.
You're right.
It's fine.
Some people get away with anything,
and Kaya is leaving, and that's fine. It's all fine.
Ms. Tascioni.
Where is she going?
I don't know.
I'm looking for Rod Bedford.
He's in "the room."
If you wait, I'll let him know you're here.
I'd appreciate that.
Hey! What do you think you're doing?
Rod! Uh... I was just, um...
Trying to steal my notebook.
You have no right to be here.
I thought I was always welcome.
I heard you were talking to my buddy Colin about the prince,
whether I'd been to Lichtenburg,
when I already told you I didn't know him.
That's right.
Because, if you did,
you would know that he wasn't a nobody living in a van.
Colin, call the police. This woman's harassing me.
Do it!
You were...
You were trying to look at my bucket list, weren't you?
You know what? And since
I'm such a nice guy, I'm gonna let you have it.
It won't do you any good, though.
You ripped out the pages.
Oh, I did? Yeah, but I'm sure there's a few there
that you can use for your fake police work.
Look at me, giving to the less fortunate.
Oh. You can arrest her.
Officer Reynolds. You got here fast.
Captain asked me to keep an eye on you. I was outside.
Good. Because, uh, I was a little worried
until I saw it was you.
I'm sorry.
Wait. What? Ow.
Is this real?
You're under arrest for criminal harassment.
But I have tickets to Oh, Mary!
Keys. Wallet.
Evidence bags?
Oh. I work with the police.
Notebook.
Plastic cigar.
It's a chew toy for my dog.
Chew toy.
And a fuzzy hat.
Please spell your last name.
Uh, T-A-S-C-I-O-N-I.
Any aliases?
No, but I did have an imaginary friend
when I was little.
Her name was Belinda.
She loved my tea parties.
Wait.
That's it.
When do I get my phone call?
All rise for the Honorable Judge Edwin Dousant.
Good morning.
We seem to be starting
with the arraignment and bail determination
of The People V. Elsbeth Tascioni.
Tascioni?
Yes, Your Honor?
I seem to recall that an "Elsbeth Tascioni"
was at the courthouse
when the Honorable Milton Crawford was slain.
Am I right, Ms. Tascioni?
Yes, Your Honor.
That wasn't a coincidence, was it?
A coincidence?
A yes or no will do.
Yes. No. I mean, no.
Are you requesting a court-appointed attorney
for these proceedings?
No, I will be representing myself, Your Honor.
Uh-huh.
And you're asking
to be released on your own recognizance?
New York City eliminated cash bail
for most misdemeanors, so...
But you have been accused of... harassing
a witness in a case
the Transnational Crime Investigative Unit
was investigating, correct?
Technically.
In my opinion,
that makes this a felony crime, not a misdemeanor.
But given recent reforms, bail or remand
in felony cases are only considered
in extraordinary circumstances.
Such as, uh...
prior arrests
and patterns of misconduct, which
you seem to have, Ms. Tascioni.
I was arrested once
for harassment in Chicago years ago...
While you've been in our fair city,
you've been fraternizing with the likes of Delia Kirby,
who is charged with first degree murder
of my...
my friend and colleague.
- Your Honor... - The court finds that bail is denied.
The defendant is remanded to custody.
Rod Bedford or...
would you prefer Ivan Dieter?
This-this is a private club.
You can't come in like this.
Oh, you don't want your friends to know
you created an imaginary friend
to comment on your own posts?
Big fan of Rod's.
Except he doesn't really exist.
It wasn't enough for Rod to gloat online
about his wealth for hugs and likes,
you had to create an imaginary friend.
I was juicing my engagement.
That is not a crime.
Problem is...
Ivan Dieter...
mentioned a detail
about Wilhelm Von Hofer that only the killer would know.
Von Hofer, the prince?
"That's what happens when everybody starts
"wearing hoodies and crappy high-tops.
"Don't expect your privilege to save you
if you can't even dress the part."
The fact that he was wearing high-tops was never reported.
You got to be kidding me.
Rod Bedford, we're placing you under arrest
for the murder of Wilhelm Von Hofer.
Hands behind your back.
Bro, you shot a prince.
He looked like a loser.
So you thought he didn't matter?
That is not for you or anyone else to decide.
How? How?
How did you figure it out?
I got a phone call from jail.
Let's go.
Now that the Crown Free Movement no longer poses a threat
to New York, my work here is done.
So you admit your angry feminists
were never really a threat?
The leaders of the Crown Free Movement acknowledged
they never touched the prince.
Nor have they ever visited New York.
But their false claim of responsibility
did wake up their country.
He's right.
The Lichtenburg royal family has fled to Albania
and the people are celebrating the fall of the monarchy.
The wall is coming down.
I wish you could've seen
the way Rod's rich friends looked
when we cuffed him.
And thanks to Detective Blanke,
the prosecutor has a rock-solid case.
Well, without Judge Crawford blocking us,
we were able to get a warrant to search Rod's brownstone.
We found the gun, .25 caliber.
We also found his hoodie along with some pieces
of the magazines he used for the note.
Oh, and we got the shooting range shut down, too.
Mm, it was illegal as hell.
It's a big win, Elsbeth.
And it's because of you.
I mean, I'm glad we closed the case.
But we all know a guy like Rod
is not gonna do jail time.
Not with his money.
He's probably already out on bail.
I know it's not fun in here.
Even for you, who can make anything fun.
And we are working to get you out.
In the meantime, we need you
to keep your head in the game.
And pretend
that the scales of justice are fair and balanced?
Crawford wasn't brought to justice.
No, but Delia will be.
The war isn't over.
Now, you, with all your expertise,
know better than all of us.
So just remember who you are and what you stand for.
Okay.
I'm sorry.
I've been in such a dark place lately,
which is so weird for me.
I mean, it's not that weird, but it's weird for me to show it.
It's okay to wallow for a bit.
Just don't get stuck there.
Okay, thank you, both of you.
Kaya.
What am I gonna do without you?
I have faith in you, Elsbeth.
There's one other thing.
They're transferring you to another facility.
Oh, no.
Is it far away?
Midtown Detention Center.
Oh.
That means...
You're gonna be housed right alongside
some of the very murderers you helped put away.
You mean...?
Oh.
Oh.
Oh.
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