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So, who did you kill?

Nobody.

I was arrested for harassing a witness.

Is this the men's wing?

Eh, they waxed the floors. We got to go around.

Hmm.

Harassing a witness? Does that mean...?

I was working with the police.

Oh. Well...

that should make you real popular in here.

Oh, I intend to keep a low profile.

Elsbeth Tascioni?

Oh. Hello, Joe.

Let me guess.

You stuck your nose where it didn't belong.

Something like that.

Well, you know what this means.

My case must be thrown out.

Fruit of a poison tree, huh?

Good luck with that.

Keep moving. Oh.

So much for a low profile.

Well, I shouldn't be in here too long.

I have a right to a speedy trial.

Yeah. You ever seen one of those?

Honestly, no. Alex Modarian?

Ms. Tascioni.

I'm flattered you remember.

You never forget your first.

I knew this day would come.

What day is that?

So, uh, when you say you work with the police,

what does that mean?

It's a little complicated.

I was just trying to banish you from my thoughts, and...

here you are. Oh.

Hello, Quinn. Come on.

I see prisoners get to have

a lot of their own stuff - in their cells. - Mm...

Even here, the tyranny of materialism reigns.

Freya?

And Vanessa.

Mm. I got stuck in a double.

Well, well, if it isn't the woman who ruined my life.

I'd argue committing murder did that.

So... did Quinn mention me when you walked by?

Did she ask about me? Oh, give it a rest.

Shh. Hmm? This way.

Hmm?

Uh, seems like there's a lot of drama in here,

like high school. Well, what'd you expect?

Human beings have their needs, Elsbeth.

Margo Clarke, the matchmaker.

Only for those who pay.

This way.

What does she mean "pay"? They took my wallet.

Do you like ramen?

Well, who doesn't?

Why do you ask?

Here you go.

Home sweet home.

WOMAN [over P.A.]: Activity time has ended.

Gosh, that garlic sure smells good.

I'm not talkingto you.

May I offer you something to read?

How are you able to just walk around in here?

As a prison "trusty,"

I am granted certain privileges and responsibilities,

including the administration of the book cart,

in return for my contribution to the jail community.

What contribution is that?

I put on plays with the other prisoners based on their cases.

That sounds... therapeutic.

I'd love for you to come to the next rehearsal.

You know how much I love theater.

Oh, I do. I think you'd just die.

Hey, Stanislavski, I ordered anchovies.

What's the holdup? I've got your order.

But the price has changed.

Oh, what? By how much?

Five bags instead of three.

You're a crook, you know that?

Taking advantage of people in here.

Here you go.

Inflation is everywhere, my love.

Oh, no, no, no. Don't you call me "my love."

I am not your love.

You'll get yours, Modarian.

Mark my words.

Are you threatening me, Carmela?

It's Pupetta!

Ugh.

Give me that.

Do we have a problem here?

No. No problem at all.

No, just doing some business.

I don't want to see. I don't want to know.

Welcome. What's your name?

Elsbeth Tascioni.

Elsbeth?

I've heard people in here screaming that name at night.

I'm the warden. Oh.

Mrs. Martin. Everyone call me Mama.

Oh. Right.

You have any issues in here, you come to me.

Okay. Thank you.

I don't know why it's so hard

for attractive, extremely wealthy women

to find satisfying relationships.

Thank God for you, Margo.

You don't have to thank me, Lainey. That's what I do.

Someone's there. Who is it?

What are you doing here, Ms. Tascioni?

Oh, hello. Gosh.

I thought of some other questions I wanted to ask,

since I'm-I'm working with the police,

but I'm not technically with the police,

so I don't really have the authority to do anything. It's so good.

Hey!

I caught you trying to plant evidence.

What? I never did that ever.

Quiet, Ms. Tascioni, or I will ask you to leave this rehearsal.

All right, let's stop there. That was lovely, everybody.

Some lovely performances. Quinn...

I want you to go further.

Hey, does he need to be touching her?

No, he does not.

Remember, this character, Elsbeth,

she is the personification of corruption.

She pretends to be innocent, but really,

it's only a ruse to persecute her perceived enemies.

I think I just got caught up in the tote bags.

Do I have to carry so many? Yeah.

She really can't handle it.

I don't know why you keep casting her. I mean, I do.

We all do. Quiet.

Matteo, uh, Quinn needs some kind of support.

Could we get her some shoulder pads?

I don't know why you haven't thought about it already.

Oh, really?

Maybe I was too busy creating costumes

using old uniforms and duct tape.

I should be thinking

more about Quinn's delicate shoulders.

Hey. Leave this poor girl alone.

Quinn, I am here for you for whatever you need.

Yeah, I'm here for you, too.

Seriously? Aggressive much?

Hello, Matteo.

Elsbeth.

Oh, I see the fashion police finally got you.

Well, that's it for today.

So, tomorrow, we will begin

with the scene where Elsbeth frames Vanessa.

Do you find the play interesting?

Oh, yes. It's like you held a fun house mirror up to my life

and then hit me with it.

But I noticed the others don't respect you at all.

That's because I'm getting to their truth.

I'm the most hated person here.

Well, I was until you arrived.

I just don't understand.

How can they just hold her in there indefinitely?

Dousant is taking Crawford's death out on Elsbeth,

and the fact that she had a record in Chicago

doesn't help matters.

What if we go to the press?

Mm... Get some reporter at the New York View

to write something sympathetic?

That won't be easy.

After Van Ness' divorce and her presence

at Crawford's assassination?

Even though she did nothing wrong?

I'm on your side, Detective Blanke.

I know. I'm sorry, Captain.

It's just...

I'm leaving on assignment in a few days,

and the thought of her not getting out before then...

It all comes down to that Judge Dousant.

Maybe I can appeal to the better angels of his nature.

Are you sure you want to do that, sir?

It might be seen as inappropriate.

That's the least I can do.

And, you know...

I can be very persuasive.

I hope so.

I'm just so afraid what could happen to her in there.

Whew. Oh, hey. Rocco.

I was wondering, can I ask you a favor?

I finished reading the book that I borrowed from the cart,

Further Echoes in the Gulch by N.D. Longacre.

Such a page turner.

I even read the cryptic love messages

written on the inside covers.

Do you think that's a way to pass messages

between the male and female wing?

Or between people in the same wing.

Aw, that's sweet.

Oh, but, um... Listen, listen. Uh...

I was wondering, do you think maybe that you could, um,

take me to the library and I could...

check out something else?

Uh... I can't.

I'm in trouble with the warden today.

Oh, no. What kind of trouble?

She caught me watching cat videos

on my phone while on duty. Oh, boy.

That can happen.

Sometimes Captain Wagner

will come into the office unannounced,

and I'm looking at bucket hats on Etsy.

Captain C.W. Wagner? You know him?

Yeah. He's my boss.

Was? Maybe. Why?

I really want to be a cop,

so I read all about the NYPD.

He's one of the best.

He is. I would love to introduce you someday.

I mean, I would love to be able to say,

"This is Rocco Bellini.

He was extra nice to me while I was in here."

Okay, now, you can't tell anyone.

- - Okay.

Mr. Modarian.

Mr. Modarian?

Whoa!

Code red in the library. Lock it down.

MAN [over P.A.]: Code red. Code red.

Okay...

So, it looks like he was stabbed in the back,

but I don't see the murder weapon.

Don't touch anything!

Uh, hmm, did he always eat

ramen while writing scripts?

Huh. Hmm. That is such a distinctive smell.

The warden was in the men's wing.

She'll get here soon. Oh.

We should check the temperature of the broth.

It might help with time of death.

Uh, excuse me.

Do either of you have a thermometer?

Gosh, what is that smell?

How the hell did this happen?

We don't know.

What are you doing here?

I was just gonna trade one book for another.

Okay, pick one and get out.

Actually, I think I have more interesting things

to occupy my time.

Hi.

Uh, you said I should come to you with any issues.

I figured finding a dead body qualifies. Yup.

And it happened on my watch.

I imagine it's, um, it's unusual

for someone to be murdered in such a secure setting.

Yeah. Well...

the library is one of the few places

that the security cameras don't reach.

Plus the kitchen and the laundry.

It's frustrating because I like to know

what goes on in every inch of this place.

Yeah, there's just, um,

so many things I can't quite figure out... Uh-uh. No.

- Put-put it down. - Sorry.

I mean, don't worry about it.

There's a crack team of investigators on the outside

who handle this sort of stuff.

Hope it's not the same team that handled Jeffrey Epstein.

Everyone has a bad day.

Uh, I just wonder, where are they gonna start?

Because there are a lot of people in here

who hated Alex Modarian.

True, and it happened during activity time,

so it's hard to know people's whereabouts.

I do notice that you allow people

a surprising amount of personal freedom.

Look.

A lot of these people, they're pampered elites,

and they need to feel like they're still in control

of their lives or they don't stop bellyaching.

So we have arts and crafts.

We have play practice.

I love arts and crafts.

Okay, well, have at it.

Will you just keep your head down?

Yes. Thanks. And you'll be fine.

Okay.

Oh, and, uh...

You know, if you get sick of the food or the-the ramen...

I have some Lean Cuisine.

Thank you.

Ooh! I love all your totes.

I carry a bunch of totes.

My friends, they, uh,

they like to, um, make jokes about it sometimes,

but, um, I know it comes from a place of love.

I was wondering, when is my first day for visitors?

You just got here, so it's gonna be at least a week.

Oh. Something to look forward to, then.

I want a slight break on the cuff.

I don't want to see it bunch up on the shoe,

but I don't want to see any sock.

No bunching, no sock. I fix, I fix.

Judge Dousant.

Captain Wagner.

Funny, I would've thought you bought off the rack.

I'm here on official business.

Give us a minute.

Careful, you're still pinned.

I think I'm going to enjoy this.

Go ahead. Say your piece.

You need to know, while working on her consent decree,

Elsbeth Tascioni has solved

a number of important murder cases.

She should be given the benefit of the doubt.

She should not be behind bars.

And yet, she is. Because of you.

Now, look, I understand the death

of a fellow judge is extremely upsetting... "The death of"?

Milton Crawford was gunned down

on the courthouse steps in cold blood

while your friend Elsbeth Tascioni

stood by and watched.

At that moment, Captain, the world changed.

There is no benefit of the doubt. Not anymore.

That woman has proven herself to be a threat,

and she will receive the punishment that's coming to her.

Is that all?

Your sleeves are uneven.

This is silly. I just got here.

The investigators want us to search every cell

until we find the murder weapon,

and I need to get back in the warden's good graces.

Oh, right. Cat video-gate. Uh-huh.

But... could a prisoner really have something that deadly

just hidden away?

We confiscate wild stuff all the time.

You'd be amazed what people can make in arts and crafts,

which, uh, I see you've been to.

Oh. Too much?

I like it. Of course, uh,

I've seen all kinds of things used to kill people:

golf cart, blender,

uh, cat dander.

Clear. Oh.

Thank you. Mm-hmm.

Just can't stop thinking about the murder.

You're just lonely.

Try to make friends with the other inmates.

Hello, Quinn.

I thought you might want someone to walk with.

Oh, I see your limp went away.

No, it's still there. Wasn't it the other leg?

What do you want, Elsbeth?

Oh, I just wanted to tell you that,

of all the people I caught,

I think you might be the smartest.

The way you set up your alibi with that Zoom meeting?

Ugh, that was genius.

You almost did get away with it.

Maybe because I'm innocent.

Oh, right. Sure.

You know, I feel like I've come to know you better

after playing you.

Oh. You were so good at playing me.

Alex didn't think so. What?

He gave me so many notes.

When he wasn't hitting on me.

Sometimes when he was.

Ugh, that sounds awful.

I bet, deep down, you really hated him.

I didn't kill him, Elsbeth. I couldn't have.

I was meditating, working on my next big idea.

Really? And where was that?

Here in the yard.

Did anyone see you?

Maybe Margo?

Meditating?

That does ring a bell.

Hmm. I mean, you could be lying, though.

I remember how you got rid of that brass cupid.

That was awfully clever.

And it wasn't premeditated. If I did it.

Makes it all the more impressive.

Can I help you with this?

Be my guest.

This is fun.

Mm-hmm. So tell me, Elsbeth--

I do still love that name--

did you ever find romance?

Funny you should ask. I did.

I meet someone wonderful. His name's Angus.

He's a good man. He's not like most men.

Mm-hmm. Can't live with them,

can't kill them and get away with it.

You mean Alex Modarian?

He asked me all about my work.

He said it was for his play, but he was really just trying

to pick up tips on how to seduce women in here.

No. Yeah. Alex was a slimeball,

but I didn't kill him.

I was actually watching a Lavish Ladies marathon

in the lounge.

Oh, I love that show.

But I thought you were in the yard with Quinn.

I went back and forth.

Of course I was hard to catch.

I killed the wrong person, allegedly.

Yeah, that made it so much trickier.

A toast to you, Elsbeth.

What is this? It's called pruno.

Otherwise known as toilet wine.

Ooh, no, thank you. I'm not thirsty.

You do know I'm a master mixologist,

and I'm scrupulous about maintaining

the most sanitary conditions.

But it's made in a toilet.

One that I've never used.

Which takes extreme discipline

that I actually don't even want to get into right now.

Impressive. But, still, no, thank you.

Just as well.

I mean, who knows when I'm gonna get my next batch of supplies,

now that Modarianis dead.

Not that I'll miss the son of a bitch, with what he charged.

I'm not rich like other people here.

You know, I don't have that kind of money.

Wait, I thought people paid for things in ramen.

That's for the small stuff.

There's plenty of cash changing hands,

thousands and thousands,

and it all went through him.

Sounds like you really hated him.

All right, we got to go.

What is this again?

It's a facial I made out of coffee grounds.

Whatever you're doing, it's working.

You both look amazing.

We also got some Elle-Même samples from Alex.

He does like his girls to look as young as possible.

Let that sit.

Yeah, Quinn said that Alex hit on her all the time.

That must've really bothered you.

You know she's baiting you.

Oh, please. I don't have any designs on Quinn.

I mean, she's cute and all, but she's a cold-blooded killer.

Aren't we all?

Supposedly.

So, who do you think killed Alex?

I have no idea.

I was giving myself a cucumber eye treatment at the time.

I couldn't even see what time it was.

It's true, she was.

If you ask me, it had to be someone

who had run of the place.

Rocco, huh?

You know, could be. It's always the quiet ones.

I don't know. He seems nice.

What are you doing with the slicing?

We're not having burgers.

Well, this plastic knife isn't exactly sharp.

We do the best with what we have.

I have to say, you do seem pretty comfortable here.

Do I?

Well, I mean, I'm not the first Del Ponte

to grace these hallowed halls, you know?

My Uncle Vinnie, he was legendary.

Oh. I loved my Uncle V.

He used to sign his birthday cards with, like,

he'd make the V into a little heart.

- Oh, sweet. - Yeah.

Why was he legendary?

Well, the story goes he was digging a tunnel to get out,

but he never finished it.

Probably because his girlfriend

was in the women's wing, and he didn't want to leave her.

Aw, that is so romantic.

My Aunt Loretta hates that story. Oh.

Look at you go.

This is how they did it in Goodfellas.

Is that a razor blade?

Shh.

I made it in arts and crafts,

but you got to run it under cold water,

or it cooks in your hands.

Why? What's it made of?

I figured something out.

Is that a pom-pom vest?

Yeah. Arts and crafts,

which is where someone crafted the murder weapon

out of ramen.

Just like Pupetta's razor blade.

Pupetta made a razor blade?

Uh... Just to slice garlic.

But whoever killed Alex could've made a knife

sharp enough to stab him out of ramen.

And then they dropped it in the bowl of hot water

to make the murder weapon disappear.

Wow. That makes sense.

I mean, you would not believe

some of the stuff Rocco and I have grabbed

out of people's hands over the years.

What do you usually do with it?

Well, if it started as food that they stashed away, I...

I make them eat it.

Huh.

Good job, 24602.

This is a real breakthrough.

Uh, how do you mean?

Pupetta Del Ponte.

You're under arrest,

again, for the murder of Alex Modarian.

W-W-Wait. No, no, no, no. She didn't do it.

She needed Alex to get her anchovies.

And the ramen at the crime scene didn't smell like garlic.

You did this?

A te la mala puttanesca!

And now, the Elsbeth Murderesses

in their rendition of the "Suspect Tango."

I met Alex Modarian in the library.

I like to go there to read press coverage

of my wrongful detention.

It's hard not having photo approval.

Anyway, Alex told me I had the makings

of a great actress.

Now, I have enough daddy issues to know what was going on,

but he told me he had connections at Vanity Fair

who could help me achieve my media plan.

Of course, I checked it out.

Connections, my ass.

He once sat behind Tina Brown at a screening. Miramax.

Nobody lies to me. I lie to them first.

So you killed him?

What if I did?

♪ He had it coming, he had it coming ♪

♪ He only had himself to blame ♪

♪ If you had been there ♪

♪ If you had seen it ♪

♪ I betcha you would have done the same ♪

Alex was my supplier.

You can't eat the slop they serve around here.

I had a standard puttanesca order:

tomatoes, anchovies, olives, capers, garlic

and extra virgin olive oil.

He used to make this joke about me

ordering "extra virgin." Ha-ha.

I told him, "You make that joke one more time..."

And he did.

So you did it?

Let's just say, if I wanted him dead, he'd be dead.

Oh, he's dead. Funny coincidence.

♪ He had it coming, he had it coming ♪

♪ He only had himself to blame ♪

♪ If you'd have been there, if you'd have seen it ♪

♪ I betcha you would have done the same ♪

Alex came by with his book cart.

We started talking about theater.

Turns out we both had an appreciation

for the plays of August Strindberg.

He put his hand on my knee,

told me he thought I'd be perfect

for the cold, vicious wife in The Dance of Death.

Here's the thing about me.

When something makes me feel bad, I throw it away.

I met him on the outside.

He'd come to my office for consultations.

Not for himself. No, for his actress girlfriends

who were beginning to look a little 30.

Guy like that, good for business

but rotten for the human race.

So you murdered him?

Well, as I tell my patients,

I could take years off your life.

♪ He had it coming, he had it coming ♪

♪ He had it coming all along ♪

♪ We didn't do it ♪

♪ But if we'd done it ♪

♪ How could you tell me that we were wrong? ♪

Alex Modarian is the kind of man

that drives women to hire a matchmaker.

He had what we call "B.D.E."

Big director energy.

He found me on the yard one day

and asked me to be in his little jailhouse theatricals.

He said he could tell by looking at me

that I could sing and bring the house down.

He could tell by looking at me?

I admit it, I hated that man,

and I hated that he was right.

♪ He had it coming, he had it coming ♪

♪ He had it coming all along ♪

♪ I didn't do it ♪ ♪ She didn't do it ♪

♪ But if I'd done it ♪ ♪ But if she'd done it ♪

♪ He would tell me that I was wrong ♪

♪ The dirty bum, bum, bum, bum, bum ♪

♪ The dirty bum, bum, bum, bum, bum ♪

♪ He had it coming, he had it coming ♪

♪ He only had himself to blame ♪

♪ If you'd have been there, if you'd have seen it ♪

♪ I betcha you would have done ♪

♪ The same. ♪

Tascioni.

Oh, gosh.

Oh, I have no idea where I just went.

Yeah, people tend to imagine themselves anyplace else,

even if it's just a better jail.

The dead guy, Alex, thought he was

getting transferred to a nicer facility,

one with a tennis court.

That doesn't sound right.

Well, that's what he told me.

Poor guy didn't make it.

I've tried every connection I have.

No luck.

So I'm not gonna see her again before I go.

We don't know that.

We have a visitor.

So, I had an idea.

Uh, I kept going back to what incredible bad luck it was

that Judge Crawford was on the bench for the Mertens case,

when he was the one who killed Andy Mertens.

Allegedly.

But yes.

Yeah, but, I-I mean, what are the odds?

But then I thought, "Well, what if it wasn't luck?"

So I looked at the public records, and I found

Crawford wasn't the original judge assigned to the case.

Uh, you mean...

It was Judge Dousant.

Th-The judge that put Mom in jail.

He recused himself, but there's no other information on why.

Oh, this is good, Teddy.

You'd make an excellent detective.

What? No.

Okay, we have to find out everything we can about

Dousant's connection to Crawford and the Mertens case.

I'll get on it.

No, you have too much on your plate.

Officer Chandler.

Yeah? Oh, you-you, uh...

you got something for me?

Is it... is it to help Ms. Tascioni?

Whatever it is, I-I'm on it. Yes.

Vinnie Del Ponte's secret tunnel? Mm-hmm.

It's a great Mafia myth. Doesn't exist.

Oh. One other question.

Alex Modarian thought he was being transferred

to a cushier prison soon. Is that true?

That means something, doesn't it?

He had a meeting scheduled with the D.A.

for the day after he died.

Do you think he was trying to make a deal?

Well, what would he have to offer?

The plays.

The plays.

I mean, maybe he was gathering information on the others

for the D.A. to use in their trials,

and-- I don't know-- maybe one of them found out,

or maybe they all did.

That's a serious motive.

This is great work, Elsbeth.

I need you to find out more.

Okay, you are my eyes

and my ears on this whole thing.

I'm counting on you.

Pupetta.

Oh, you're back in your cell.

That's good.

Listen, I am so sorry.

Oh, it's fine.

So you're the new trusty, huh?

I can't pay my vig right now.

I have to wait till Gene Jr. comes to visit

and brings more cash. Oh, that's okay.

I have no idea how to procure capers and anchovies anyway,

but, um, can I offer you a novel by N.D. Longacre?

Mm. My Uncle Vinnie, he loved her.

Huh. I wouldn't have thought...

Wait. You said your Uncle Vinnie

used to turn his first initial into a heart

on your birthday cards.

By any chance,

did it look like this?

That's my Uncle Vinnie's handwriting.

- Really? - Mm-hmm.

He could've been sending this message to his girlfriend.

Oh. "Sheets at 8:00." "Cook in the sheets at 8:00."

Do you have any idea what that means?

I-I just caught a flash of my sock.

Because you move your foot.

I fix, I fix, I fix. Judge.

Didn't we already play this scene?

Officer Chandler has been digging into your recusal

from the Andy Mertens murder trial.

I found some interesting stuff. Very interesting.

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

I asked Judge Crawford to take over for me

because of a scheduling conflict.

You were invited on a junket

paid for by a major donor to the Historical Law Society.

That's totally legal.

He had no business before my court.

Do you really think

that was a coincidence?

The Historical Law Society has been cleaning up messes

and protecting Milton Crawford his whole life.

They got you out of there so he could preside

over a murder trial where he was the murderer.

If you had any proof,

you would've charged Crawford before he died, but you didn't.

As far as I'm concerned, this matter is closed.

There's one other detail. Mm-hmm.

You didn't go alone on that junket.

You took a woman

who is not your wife.

I tracked down an employee at the hunting lodge.

Very nice, a little indiscreet.

That woman that I brought was my secretary.

No.

We checked.

Chloe is a consultant.

So, about Elsbeth Tascioni...

This is inedible.

Well, I'm not allowed in the kitchen anymore

because someone got me in trouble.

I said I was sorry.

Does anyone remember when that fancy chef was here?

Oh, my God, yes. Her food was incredible.

I think she killed her sous chef.

You mean her prep cook.

That's what it was.

I know the events of the last few days

have been upsetting, but I want to assure you all

proper measures are being taken

and you are all safe.

Are there any questions?

Hi.

Yup.

Hi. Um, I just think that people will only feel safe

when the mystery of who murdered Alex Modarian is solved.

And it wasn't me.

Yes. Well, there is an outside investigation taking place.

But the thing is they haven't solved it yet,

but I have.

It wasn't easy

because there are a lot of people in here

who had strong motives and weak alibis.

But that's because all of the wealthy inmates

have been given so much freedom to move around,

by the warden.

And that helped you with your plan

because you killed Alex Modarian.

Oh, my...

Oh, you're crazy. Oh.

That's disappointing.

Officer Bellini, get her out of here.

No. We all want to hear what she has to say.

Oh, this is ridiculous. Okay.

What motive did I have?

Alex was about to meet with the D.A.

to offer information in order to be transferred

to a better prison,

but the information that he had

wasn't about his fellow inmates.

It was about you and the black market that you run.

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

Yes, you do. You only pretend not to as a cover.

"I don't want to see, I don't want to know."

Yes.

You were the source

of all of the contraband that Alex was selling,

stuff that you snuck inside,

inside your tote bags.

Believe me, I know tote bags.

You store it all in that

way too big refrigerator with the padlock.

Nobody needs to padlock Lean Cuisines.

That's not true.

Alex collected all the cash

and gave it to you.

But he was gonna turn the tables,

so you stabbed him in the back.

Really? With what?

That bowl of ramen by Alex's body

had such a distinctive smell, and I just couldn't place it.

It wasn't until I heard that Chef Veev

was in here that I knew.

I took her Maestro Class, learned to cook like her.

So I know the particular blend

of herbs and spices she always used.

But how did the smell get in the bowl

if Veev left months ago?

Because what was in that bowl was the murder weapon.

You all remember Chef Veev.

She would've never been satisfied

with the plastic knives that are allowed in the kitchen.

No. She would've made her own knife

out of ramen in arts and crafts,

just like Pupetta's razor blade. Yes.

So you grabbed that ramen knife out of Chef Veev's hand,

just like you grab all the other homemade weapons,

but you didn't make people eat that one.

No, no, no. You kept it for yourself,

in case you needed it.

Unfortunately for you,

you never washed it, at least not well enough.

So, when you used it to murder Alex

and then dropped it in the bowl of hot water,

thinking, you know, it would eventually incriminate

one of the inmates who are obsessed with ramen,

it still had the mark of Chef Veev.

Dating the weapon and leading

straight back to you.

You still got one problem.

I was in the men's wing that whole morning.

You could check the security cameras that still work.

Right. Yes.

That was the day that you caught Rocco

watching cat videos on his phone.

Who doesn't love those?

But here's the thing.

You usually wear your noisy shoes

to intimidate us,

clacking on the freshly waxed floors,

but this day,

you were able to sneak up on Rocco

without him even noticing.

Why?

So I put on a pair of sneakers.

How did I get from one wing to the other

so fast?

Behold!

Vinnie Del Ponte's secret tunnel.

Well,

actually, more like a hole in the wall

that he could crawl through to meet up with his girlfriend.

He wrote to her in the back of a Longacre novel,

"Cook in the sheets at 8:00,"

arranging their next assignation.

Cook, sheets.

Kitchen, laundry.

The secret passage that let you

slip from one wing to another,

giving you an alibi, until it didn't.

You're coming with me.

Good job, Officer Bellini.

Why did you go through all that trouble?

The guy was a jerk who died in prison. Who cares?

The truth always matters.

Without it, we're lost.

Come on.

So she was our supplier?

Yup. Taking your money

and jacking up prices the whole time.

Great.

First you ruin our lives, then you ruin prison.

Well...

I've been working this job for decades,

and I've never been poached.

I'm a little jealous.

Well, I... I just wanted to say thank you.

I've learned so much from each one of you.

Well, we've learned a few things from you, too.

Good luck, Kaya.

Captain.

So? What happened?

We did our best to get through to him.

And I think... maybe we did.

He dismissed the case!

Hi!

Oh, group hug. Group hug, everybody.

Thank you, Elsbeth, for your friendship

and for being such a good Cagney to my Lacey.

Or vice versa.

This isn't goodbye.

I know.

I'll be back. Okay.

And if you miss me, just look around

and pretend that someone you see,

anyone at all, is me undercover.

I'll do that.

Aw.

A toast to my landlord

and my girlfriend, who happen to be the same person.

Uh, the good thing about an undercover assignment,

I hear, is that they always end.

So, Kaya, come back to us safe and with great stories to tell.

To Kaya.

To Kaya. Speech!

Speech! Speech! Speech! Speech!

Speech! Speech! Speech! Speech! Speech!

I am not one for speeches.

I'm actually trying to stop blurting stuff out.

Um, I would actually like to hear

from my newly free best friend.

Oh.

Your Shirley Temple.

Thank you.

Oh, goodness.

Um, I don't know what to say.

I just love Kaya so much.

And what she's doing

is so brave

and such an inspiration.

Hear, hear.

It's hard to know what's the right thing to do...

sometimes.

I mean, maybe it always was, but...

it seems especially hard right now.

I had some time where I just was to, um...

...to think about whether I should just give up

and go someplace else.

How is Angus?

He's fine.

Yes, he is.

But the thing is, Kaya is going where she's needed.

And I think that's amazing.

And we will keep loving her

for as long as she's gone...

...and when she comes back.

Mm-hmm.

But I think this is where I'm needed.

♪ Where are you going... ♪

Here, with all of you.

♪ I've killed my world and I've killed my time... ♪

So, to Kaya...

...who is going on a new mission.

And to all of us, who are staying for ours.

Hear, hear.

Cheers.

♪ We are not two, we are one. ♪

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