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I got
an offer on my place.

We could start over, find our
style as a couple.

If I move, how do
I know I'll be happy there?

Sounds like our mothers
had a few things in common.

-Tell me more.
-Let's just say she did a number on me.

My husband ran a few
businesses in the Arconia,

and Lester worked for him.

Lester didn't wanna tell
me much about what he did.

He didn't feel
good about the job.

But you think somebody
killed my husband?

-Yeah.
-Could I take you out to dinner?

I have no evidence that
you're actually a good guy.

We're just a bunch of rich
people hashing out a bet.

The same one we were
trying to settle

the last time we were
in that gaming parlor.

The night your doorman died,

we played for a
very big contract.

One of you is planning to build
New York City's first casino.

I think I'll start renovations

with... Oliver's apartment.

What are you talking about?

That offer on your
place was from me.

I'm the one buying up
all the apartments here.

You're turning The
Arconia into a casino?

All in.

For thousands of years,

men have sung about
luck being a lady.

In Carmina Burana, Carl
Orff obsesses over Fortuna,

the goddess of fortune.

Frank Sinatra prayed
for luck to be a lady,

but still worried she'd go
"blow on some other guy's dice."

Men love to blame
anything in their life

that they can't control...

...their bad luck, on ladies.

Listen, you
animals, next round is on me, alright?

Ah! As long as the scotch

isn't old enough to
be kissed, or drafted.

Uh-oh.

Queen of Decor has noticed
my cracked leather.

Worst day of my life.

-Adds character.
-You're just being sweet.

Ah, this place has
seen better days.

Hey, get lost.

I know what she likes.

-Interested in a makeover?
-What are you thinking?

Uh, bangs or a shag?

For the casino, you goof.

I could help. Give
it a woman's touch.

Ooh, what about this idea?

Let me host a private
Ladies' Night in here.

Once a month.

A night without cigars...

or loud men hitting on us.

Done.

I love ladies.

But don't worry, I never hit
on 'em unless they want me to.

And if they want you to?

Well, then, I make 'em a drink.

We have to move out
because of a casino?!

Do you remember what I had to
do to hold onto my apartment?

I burned a man.

I set fire to a dear friend!

Plus, I bought a Peloton.

-Hey!
-Hi!

Look at this cute place.

Oh my gosh, THĒ!

Oh, I'm taking a
dance cardio class,

and we're using one of
your songs for a routine.

I would show it to you,

but it's got a lot of thrusting.

It's not appropriate for a lady.

Unnecessary.

Mabitita,
my new old friend,

I got you and however
many plus-ones you want

tickets to a party tonight.

I'd totally come with, but we
both know I'd just get drunk,

and tomorrow I'm
in a music video

where I have to operate
heavy machinery, so...

Thank you so much. I just...
I have a lot of case stuff.

No, chica, this is case stuff.

It's an impossible
invite to get.

It's a Ladies' Night for
important ladies like moi,

and it's literally
in the building.

You get in through like...
like a closet or something,

sort of like a
speakeasy. Ooh-la-la.

What?

But Nicky's dead.

Wait, who's throwing this party?

That brings me to interesting
"detalio numéro deux."

It's thrown by Camila White.

Oh, my gosh.

-I love you now, THĒ!
-Oh! Ah!

Well, then, that
makes everybody.

He's cute! Let's keep him.

Okay, so the Arconia
has 165 units.

Camila owns 82.

Okay, so, uh, one half of that
is... You got one and zero and...

Wait, there's a decimal, so...

-Uh, Camila currently owns...
-Forty-nine percent!

I can... I can't believe how
close I was to selling to Camila.

A lot of people sold.
And now she only needs...

One more apartment, and she'll
own f-f-f... 51% of the building.

Okay, stop doing math.
We have to save our home.

What are we gonna do?

What am I gonna do?
Loretta wants to move.

She's made an impossible amount

of Pinterest boards
for our future home

during her seemingly endless
delay at the airport.

She's still at the airport?

Loretta is coping with having
lost everything in a fire.

And if I tell her I
don't want to start over,

she's gonna feel forced into
a home that she didn't want

for the rest of our marriage,

and I'm getting a divorce.

Well, if we lose the building, you
don't have to worry about that.

Is anyone else
thinking of selling?

I'll dig around.

Guys!

Camila is throwing a Ladies'
Night in the gaming parlor.

-Ladies' Night! Perfect!
-We're saved!

I'm sorry, why is this perfect?

Mabel doesn't understand
the power of Ladies' Night,

-'cause she doesn't have any lady friends.
-I'll explain it to her.

See, when the
ladies get together

without the gentleman,
they start yappin'.

See, a bunch of hens, they
drink and they talk about boys.

Yap, yap, yap, yap,
yap, yap, yap, yap, yap.

And you'll connect with
Camila on a new level.

A female level.

She'll tell you everything.

-Does it... work that way?
-No.

Also, how did we
get this invite?

Oh, right, from my lady friend.

You should
bring a party favor.

Matching personalized necklaces.

-Yeah, I'll bring some tampons.
-Mabel, please don't swear.

I really thought we had made
more progress than this.

If
only you two were ladies.

Oh, not to worry.

We don't have to Tootsie.

I got this.

-Tootsie is a movie where a guy...
-I don't care.

Hey, baby,
are you still at terminal two?

Uh, yeah.

Well, I lost my sense
of self in Hudson News,

what seems like three years ago.

But, uh, yeah, my body is
still in the airport, so...

Which brings me, uh, to a request.

Might you delay your return
to New Zealand by one day?

Um, Mabel's been invited to a
murderous billionaire's Ladies' Night.

Mabel doesn't know

-the first thing about Ladies' Night.
-You're attention please.

All international flights

-have been canceled.
-Oh, my God.

Now, they've canceled all...

They canceled all the
international flights.

So yeah, I'm on my way, okay?

What if we come at this
from two directions?

Charles and I save the
building by going door-to-door,

convincing people not to sell.

And the ladies get Camila gabbing
about murder on Ladies' Night.

Charles, an extremely
rich and violent woman

is not gonna just start "gabbing"
with me because we're both women.

Fair point.

But what if, as they say,

you "rosé all day" her?

Okay, that was sexist.

But, what if you
bring a glam squad?

Women love to
talk to their manicurists.

Happens every time I go to my manicurist.

Look who I found.

Whoa! What is this duo?

-What's up, ladies?
-Is this great or what?

I haven't seen her since
she arrested me for murder.

My plane is canceled.
Her plane is canceled.

-And I told her all about the thing.
-Mwah!

The plan, and the Ladies'
Night, and everything.

And she said she wanted to come

-and help save the Arconia.
-Really?

No, I wanted to go on
my fucking vacation.

Do you know I'm supposed
to be in Cabo right now

with my lady and my baby?

This would've been
the first fuckin' time

that we would've had
a chance to get away

since that little shit was born, and
I would've finally got a massage.

So, you two are
joining Ladies' Night?

-Yeah.
-Yeah.

Because I'll be damned if I get a
call talkin' 'bout, "Oh, my God,

I couldn't get a
confession. I fucked up."

So, I just said, you know what,
fuck it, I'ma be here myself

and do what we need to do.

Plus, I do know my way
around a card table.

What? That's a new twist.

Oh, yeah. I worked at
this busted-out joint

and I learned how to cold deck.

-Cold deck? What is that?
-Oh, yeah. Don't even worry about it,

let me do my job. So, this
is what we're gonna do.

I am gonna get Camila to get on
this, like, losing streak, right?

And then, we will
get that confession.

How will losing
get her to confess?

It'll rattle her.
Put her on tilt.

-Right.
-What's tilt?

Tilt is the emotionally unstable state
a gambler enters after a losing streak.

They make bad decisions,
like talking too much.

Well, I support a
plan that involves something

other than us all
just having a uterus.

I'm learning here that you're
a card guy. Is that right?

Yeah. When I was a kid, my
mother would throw card games,

and I was good at magic
and sleight of hand.

So, she'd have me deal,
and I'd help her cheat.

You never mentioned
you did magic.

-Was that because it's embarrassing?
-Yeah.

-So, yes.
-Ah.

Uh, so those nights
I helped my mom win,

I think that was
probably the only time

she ever showed me...
any real affection.

Boom, there
it is.

There is your
addiction-to-sexy-villains origin story.

-Yes.
-See, you had a shady-ass mom

who only gave you love
when you helped her cheat.

-Ah.
-So, love only felt like love

when it was, you know,
coming from a criminal.

Oh, my God.

I think that's right.

Yeah, that's right.

Have you not been
to a therapist?

Yeah, once.

Waste of time.

He said, "You only
hear things you want."

And then he told me a bunch of
stuff I didn't even wanna hear.

Alright, let's
get crack-a-lackin'.

So, this is what we gonna do.

Mora, you got the most
difficult job of all.

I am gonna deal you winning hands,
and you... are gonna have to smile.

Nothing makes a loser crazier than
everybody else happy and winning.

Mabel, but let's see that smile.

-Ooh. Uh...
-Mm.

Less teeth.

Okay, if that doesn't
work, I have another idea

for how to get
Camila to confess.

What if I talk to ghosts?

Uh-huh...?

Um, say more about that.

Well, I've told you about
my talents as a medium.

You sure haven't.

Surely, you know about my
first New York roommate,

Celerie Whisp.

I... I sure don't.

Celerie.

Celerie was a psychic

who worked out of
our studio apartment.

So, I absorbed a lot.

And she told me that
m-my natural...

...intuition as an actor

was so good, that I
too have the gift.

-Yeah.
-Oh.

But I've never used it.
Anyway, I was at the airport...

-Uh-huh?
-...and I saw this magazine about Camila.

And it turns out she is
woo-woo to the point of cuckoo!

"But... But you aren't,"
he asks, with interest?

Oh, you.

Camila believes that
she is the reincarnation

of her great-grandmother,
an aristocrat

brought by her pioneer husband
to Nevada during the Gold Rush.

Oh, I read about this. It's
why she wears the gloves.

It's her, uh, grandmother's
signature accessory.

Yes! Yes.

So, what if I just...

...channeled the spirits?

Certainly, they can
get her to talk.

You know?

Wow, we... we... We really
didn't know each other that well

-before we got married, did we?
-I know.

-Fun, right?
-Yeah.

Okay, we'll Scooby-Doo it.
Boys upstairs, girls down.

I really hope this works, because a lot
of people are gonna lose their homes

without a plan for a second
chapter like we have.

We are so lucky.

Mm.

Okay, ladies, come on.

It's time to go to Nasty Gal,
time to dress these tits.

Mm. Come on, boys.

♪ Oh yes, it's Ladies' Night
and the feeling's right ♪

♪ Oh yes, it's Ladies'
Night, oh, what a night ♪

Rainey!

Hey. Hi, Rainey.

-Uh, guys, this is Rainey, Lester's wife.
-Hi!

-Hi.
-What are you doing here?

Well, truthfully, I... I
haven't slept since you told me

my husband was murdered,
and I just wanna help.

Perfect. Perfect!

Because we're on our way to
confront your husband's murderer

-right now!
-No. No, no, no, no, no.

All we know is that she
was there that night

and pulled a gun on us

because she wants to turn
our home into a casino.

So, she's not not
violent, but I...

-I'm coming.
-No, ma'am. No.

If this woman was there the
night my husband was killed...

I wanna be there when
she explains herself.

Right.

Ugh. O-Okay.

Um... but we have to
stay under the radar.

-Yeah. Mm-mm.
-We are just some ladies at a game night.

Ah, listen. Here, put this on.

-Oh.
-This will make you sparkly.

-Okay.
-You missed our ladies' shopping montage.

-Oh!
-So fun.

Okay, you guys, I just... L-Let's just
be really, really clear here, okay?

-So, it's Ladies' Night, right?
-Mm-hmm.

No tears, yes margaritas.

Alright?

Do you think you can do that?

Mm.

-Yeah. Okay, okay, let's go.
-Go for it. Yes.

Hello. Yes,
right down those stairs.

The whole floor is
empty. It's crazy.

Uh, let's try the next one up.

Of course, if my "psychic" wife were here,
the spirits could tell us where to go.

Okay, be honest. Did
I marry a woo-woo?

Hey, you're still doing better than me.

Oh, Randall says
come to the lobby.

Oh, good. Maybe he's got a lead.

Why would I pick
women like my mother?

She was a mess. I've
got a broken picker.

Broke my picker once.
Do not date an acrobat.

Alright, ladies. No more bets.

Seven out.
Wanna hit on that?

Wow. Look
at this place.

Look at all these rich people
my husband died taking care of.

-I'm sorry, Rainey, but we need to be fun.
-Okay.

Let's split up so that
if Camila shows up,

she won't know that
we're together.

-Where the hell did Williams go?
-Oh, my God.

Oh, my God, there's
Jen Aniston.

I'm gonna go quick

and go see if she wants to be
on Burn Unit as a sexy arsonist.

What a crack crew.

What do we do if
Williams doesn't show up?

Oh! She showed up!

Alright, ladies, let's
hit 'em and kiss 'em!

The name of the game is
the same as my age, 21!

Dude. Where did
you get the vest?

And where's the real dealer?

Oh, Kristy's in a better place.

-Heaven?!
-Mm-hmm.

So, I decided it might be
better if I just deal, okay?

So, Mora, I need
you to remember,

please do not grill this lady
until I've shaken her up, okay?

I don't want her
ditching the table.

Remember, big win,
celebration, smile.

Oh, hello, Ms. White.

The number of game
nights you people crash.

Well, I was on the
list this time.

Are you with her?

No.

No, I'm all alone.

Miss! Uh, margaritas
for these strangers.

So, y'all wanna jack it black?

Fine. I'll take your money

along with your home.

Let's play.

Uh,
Mr. Savage, Mr. Putnam?

Uh, Dr. Stanley here also sold
his apartment to Ms. White.

What? So, Camila owns 51%?

Not yet. It's still in escrow.

-Closes tomorrow.
-Which is at midnight tonight.

♪ Unless
he reconsiders ♪

You can't sell.

Your apartment will
give a billionaire

a majority stake in
our beloved Arconia.

Which she is turning
into a casino.

-A casino?
-Mm-hmm.

Manhattan will
become Atlantic City.

Working people stripped
of their paychecks,

-seedy pawn shops.
-Exactly.

I'm a therapist.

That's a lot of new clients.

But, what about your
beloved Arconia?

Eh, it's not really
my Arconia anymore.

Most of the people I was
close to have moved out

or were murdered.

-Well, we're still here.
-Mm.

Say, uh, why don't we all
have a drink at Charles'?

Uh, just us building bros?

Y-Yeah, I've got a
lot to get done, so...

W-W-What if... What
if we paid you?

Oliver could definitely
use some therapy.

Me? Charles only
dates his mother.

-Yeah!
-Mm. Fun. Disturbing.

Hmm.

How 'bout a little
last day two-fer?

There you go.

Alright, place your bets.

Good evening, everyone.

Celerie Whisp, just
in from Des Moines.

And oh my, I can
feel the good fortune

swirling around this table.

Wow. Alright.

Nice.

-Twenty-one.
-Ooh!

Oh, me too, I got 21!

Mm, tough call, Ms. White.

You bust.

Uh, whoo! This is Ladies' Night.

Yay!

Okay.

-Split 'em.
-Okay.

No, no, I'm sensing
you shouldn't do that.

I can actually feel the cards.

If you ever need my help...

Ow!

Listen, let the woman split the
Queens. If she wanna split the Queens,

split the Queens. You wanna
speak the Queens? Okay.

-Ooh... bust.
-Hmm.

-Should have listened to, um... Hmm.
-Celerie.

-Celerie Whisp.
-Oh.

I have 21!

I'm so lucky.

Everything about my life is so
lucky.

Ooh.

Bust again.

Oh, don't worry about me.

Tonight, I'm a winner, no
matter how much I lose.

I should strangle you
with this jaunty scarf.

Sitting there winning...

while my husband's
in the cold ground.

We're
gonna go. I think it's time.

Of course she's yours.

Hey. I'm not done
with you, toots.

Okay, let's
go. We're going.

Poor woman.

Do you know what she
was going on about?

No idea.

Place your bets.

I'm sorry I couldn't be
fun at Ladies' Night.

Oh, no, it's okay. It's
not really my forte either.

Oh, look.

They cleaned Lester's
hat after all.

You know what I
wish was in here?

His old elevator crank.

Oh, yeah?

I... I assumed you had it.

No.

Okay, well, uh, we'll add it to
the list of things we need to find.

And, hey, if you
find a stray finger,

I know a cute possible
criminal who's looking, but...

Mabel, I've never heard you talk
about a boy's finger before.

Who's this?

No. No, no, no, no.

We are in investigating a crime.

I'm not gonna talk about boys
just because it's Ladies' Night.

-Mm?
-But...

Oof. Bad
luck again, Ms. White!

She's cheating.

-Excuse me?
-What?

She's double-dealing, I saw it.

No wonder you keep losing.

-She's lying.
-She's winning.

Why would she lie?

Get her out of here.

Come with me.

I'm glad to know my luck
hasn't gotten so bad after all.

If I may, if you are open,

I can sometimes be a
bridge between two people

who need to say
something to each other.

And I'm feeling that someone
like that for you, here.

-Mm.
-It might be my great-grandmother.

-Mm.
-She's, um... well...

She's in me.

Hello, Evangeline. Yes, I see.

But not her.

It's someone different,

a different person.

Perhaps someone who made you...

um, martinis.

Tell me more.

So, who wants to start?

F-First, talk about this move.

Listen, I was thinking of selling,
but... but you don't leave your home

just because it's seen
better days. You fix it.

Mm-hmm. Let's focus on you two.

Uh, Charles, there
was mention of trouble

around your romantic choices.

Would you say that's true of
your current relationship?

-Oh, no, not...
-No, not... I'm not...

I'm... I'm married to a lady.

A crazy lady.

Hey, yo, Putnam, you need
to check that wife of yours.

Make sure she stay
in her lane, alright?

I'm getting sick of all these
weird-ass European accents.

What happened? Why are
you dressed like a dealer?

Oh, well, uh...

-Wait, what's happening?
-We're in the middle of a therapy session.

Would you like to join?

Oh, yes.

Oh, yes, I, um,

I think that'll make
me feel better. Uh-huh.

So, where were we? Charles
wanna fuck his mom.

Okay, proceed from there.

Even though it is so crowded tonight,

yes, I am sensing so
many ghosts in this room.

And yes, there is
one here for you.

There she is, my big winner.

How's your night going, doll?

There's no other man
on Earth who'd get away

with calling me "doll."

Well, he could call
me "doll" anytime.

Nicky, there's something
you deserve to know.

-Bash Steed.
-Hmm.

He's trying to build New York
City's first official casino.

-What?
-Mm-hmm, and then Pflug

got competitive and made his
own bid to impress Daddy.

What, these dickwads,
they play in my game,

push me out of my city?

Over my dead fuckin' body.

It sounds like anyone who
wants to build a casino here

has to get rid of Nicky first.

I have
an offer for you.

What if I buy enough
of the Arconia

to have a controlling stake?

Would you want to expand?

Build a casino here that kept
the spirit of old New York alive,

with wood, and brass,
and dress codes?

The Velvet Room just as it
is, a VIP space forever.

We could do it... together.

Oh, you were sweet on him. Hmm?

You know, this place is my, uh... It's
my... It's my wife's family's legacy.

I... I couldn't sell.

Oh, well...

It sounded like you and
your wife might be...

might be separating.

Well, look, you know, we're going through
a rough patch, but... but I love her.

You know, they want
me in the office.

Can we maybe talk
about this later?

-Mm.
-Okay.

I want to start buying
apartments in the Arconia.

All of them.

Every time I would help her win,
she would take me out to eat,

and she would let
me get an appetizer.

And she never let
anyone get an appetizer.

And to get something out of my
mother that no one else could?

That was the same feeling
I had when... when Jan

decided to kiss me
instead of kill me.

Sure. Validation from someone
reluctant to give it is gratifying.

But is it serving you?

And sometimes, Jan
did try to kill you.

But how does knowing why I
chose these women help me stop?

What romantic relationship
are you jealous of?

Hmm? Now, don't get me wrong.

Jealousy is an
underrated emotion.

Sometimes, it is the very thing
that we need to aim for something.

-Well, honestly?
-Hmm.

The relationship I'm
most jealous of...

is Oliver and Loretta.

Really?

Even though I know
nothing about her,

and I'm afraid to tell
her where I want to live?

Well, that's not the relationship.
That's you being afraid.

I mean, you're basically an insecure
guy, uh, who covers it with bravado.

Ooh, that was very good.

There we go.

-Continue.
-Okay, fine.

I am afraid.

Oh, Mama.

I'm bad afraid.

Wow.

A-Admitting that, I... I... I do
feel a weight off my shoulders.

I think you should tell
Loretta how you feel.

Look at that.

You're onto something beautiful.

-Well, think about it, Grover...
-Right?

...will moving
actually serve you?

-Well, I think...
-Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa.

"I feel..."

I feel...

-...lonely and, um...
-Yeah.

...insecure that even
though it's my job

to connect with
people...

...that I don't
actually know how.

You don't know how to, no.

And I've been putting
this on the building,

and maybe it's really... on me.

So, in fact, you selling
your place would be...

A mistake.

-A mistake.
-I'm not going anywhere.

I'm... I'm gonna stay
here with my friends.

I'm not gonna run!

-We did it!
-There you go, ha ha!

Wait, it's... it...

12:15.

Escrow's closed.

Wait, so does that
mean we're too late?

So, unless the ladies
had better luck...

The Arconia is gone.

If it's any help, I'm not gonna
charge you for going over.

Ladies' Night!

You had feelings for Nicky,

but he was loyal to his wife.

That would enrage anyone,
maybe even make them

do something they regretted.

I didn't think I
was this person.

You're
not a bad person.

You just need to
unburden yourself.

And we close on the last
apartment in two weeks.

Nicky?

Where have you been? The
whole city's looking for you.

Yeah, listen, I'm in, okay?

If my wife didn't want me
to fuck her family legacy,

she shouldn't have
fucked someone else.

What? So,
a-are you splitting up?

How did you find out?

I... I saw her.

I saw them.

Who was it?

It was pathetic.

Now, come on, let's...
Let's go make some money.

I'll get started.

We are gonna build the
world's most beautiful casino,

and then we're going to toast
with two beautiful martinis.

You just tell me what
you want me to do.

I need a private game.

Saturday night.

Just me and Bash and Pflug.

We can do this together.

S-Soon.

No.

You almost had
everything you wanted.

Yeah.

That fucking doorman.

Doorman?

What door... ...doorman?

Oh.

Ladies' Night's over.

I won. Hm.

Lester loved it when he got
a glimpse out these windows.

Bird's-eye view.

And now, I get it.

Oliver.

God.

Camila got 51%.

Our building is gone.

We lost our podcast.

We lost this building. I...

I feel
completely out of control

in every aspect of my life.

I can't stop thinking
about this dumb rich boy

who may have killed

or frozen a human.

Well, listen.

If he murdered my husband...

I say don't date him.

That's fair.

But if he didn't...

and I don't think you'd
like him if he did...

then maybe try not to worry so
much about being in control.

Because not one of
us, not one of us is.

Not the poor wife of
the doorman who died,

or the richest, most powerful
person in all the world.

And fighting that...

...that's where real
misery comes from.

Good for you.

-Rainey.
-Yeah?

I... I still think that we
can solve Lester's murder.

Would you like to
see our box of clues?

Ooh.

I was hoping for a bigger box.

I know, I... I'm so
sorry. We're trying.

Oh, no. No, no, no, no, no. No.

Look.

Lester's bird whistle.

Hey, baby.

♪ Baby, I know you're so upset ♪

♪ See me in your dreams ♪

♪ Singing this song,
it's in your head ♪

♪ When you go to sleep ♪

♪ You wish that you were me ♪

♪ Bet you wish
that you were me ♪

Mabel!
Wonderful timing.

Okay, what happened
at Ladies' Night?

We talked about boys.

Yap, yap, yap.

What are you talking
about, "Yap, yap, yap"?

The whole time during
your boys' night,

all you did was talk
about ladies, so please.

Turns out, Detective Williams is
the best therapist I have ever had.

No, it was you. You
were ready to hear.

I have been telling you
what's wrong with you

ever since day one.

But on a real note,
guys, I really wanna say

I'm sorry about your home.

H-Hopefully, Loretta's downstairs
eliciting a murder confession...

...via spirit, fairy, and the Holy Ghost.

No.

I didn't get a
murder confession.

Well, that... that's okay.

-Good try, anyway.
-You did your best.

Listen, she's a
tough nut to crack.

But I did find out
that Nicky's wife

was having an affair, which
he only just learned about

in the week that
he went missing.

Also, Nicky and Camila
had partnered up

to, um, turn the Arconia
into New York's first casino.

Yeah, and Camila had done that
because she's in love with him.

Um, oh, and Camila said... "That fucking doorman."

So, Lester might not have
been killed for what he saw,

but he might have
been more involved.

Wait. That's amazing!

-Are you actually psychic?
-I...

Well, you did it.

And it sounds like I'm gonna have a
shit-ton of work to do in the morning.

But you know what? No. I'm
gonna put into practice

what you guys taught me today.

I'm gonna get a
big or small lady

to walk on my back for
four hours straight.

Oh!

And I also found this
in Nicky's office.

Wait. Is that Lester's
elevator crank?

Oh, Jesus.

There's... There's blood.

Did you just find
the murder weapon?

Maybe.

I... I love every new thing
I've learned about you today.

-No notes.
-Tell that to Jen Aniston.

Do you know that she passed on
being an arsonist in our show?

Is she a little bit
crazy, you think?

I went to therapy,

and they're forcing me
to tell you something.

You don't wanna move.

I told you I'm psychic.

Also, you didn't follow
me back on Pinterest.

I'm sorry I didn't tell you, I...

But it doesn't matter.
It's gone anyway.

We'll make a new home.

You're gonna save the day.

You're gonna do it the
same way you always do,

by being smart,
and sharp, and...

almost always by mistake.

Yes.

-Yes, yes, yes.
-Aw.

Now, I have to go
back to New Zealand

to make fake love
to a phony fireman.

Save our home.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

-Breakthrough!
-We figured something out.

I got a notification
on my b-b...

Oh, you're here. I got a
notification on my birding app

that Lester's favorite
bird was in the courtyard.

But it was me blowing
Lester's whistle

while I smoked ganja at Mabel's.

Yeah.

Oh, it was Ladies'
Night, grandpa.

Now, that whistle
activated the bird camera

that Lester and I had set up
that gets turned on by birdsong.

Okay, now it's pointed
right at the fountain.

So, it catches the little buggers
when they come in for a cold beverage.

A camera Bash doesn't control?

And it stores video,

all the way back to the
night my Lester died.

Can't see anything.

C-Can you make it bigger?

Can you rewind it more so
we can see how he fell in?

No, it only records
after birdsong.

I can't believe he kept
blowing that whistle.

He must have been trying to make
sure that the cameras were recording?

He wanted to make
sure we saw this.

Some people wait
their whole lives for luck.

Wait a second.

And it never comes.

What the...

When Camila said,
"That fucking doorman,"

she didn't mean Lester.

She meant Randall.

Some people
get impatient.

And they do what it takes to
get some luck for themselves.