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It's T-minus one week until the 25th anniversary

of the iconic "Glamazons" cover story

for Dress Up magazine, written by yours truly.

The lovely legends plan to recreate their famous

cover photo after decades

of separation and bad blood.

Madison Fortune and her husband,

Thomas "TJ" James

are spearheading the reunion. They say

it'll be all about healing, about inclusivity,

about showing the world how far

models have come from the wicked '90s.

The question: will Tiff Giles...

disfigured in a violent street attack

and long out of public view...

join her fellow models in front of the camera?

Fashionistas agree it wouldn't be the same without her.

Blast from the past.

You got to be kidding me.

You don't return calls.

I had to drive all the way to Chester, Pennsylvania

just to beg in person.

All right. So, go ahead, beg.

Give me one good reason why I should come.

You look incredible, for starters.

The world should see what a real shero looks like.

Shero?

That's the name of my new agency.

Oh, that's right.

The meanest of the mean girls

preaching inclusivity and sisterhood... that's hilarious.

I mean it, Tiff.

And you embody everything I want the agency to be.

It's important you're there.

Yeah, well, it's important to you.

My presence there shows everyone that all is forgiven

while you try to launch your new brand.

Isn't it time?

Is it?

What else you got?

Some regrets.

I had to take half a Benny, like old times,

just to walk in here.

Oh. Well, that is interesting.

Do you have something you need to say to me?

We never really talked about what happened.

I should have come to see you at the hospital

like the other girls, not flown off to do some photo shoot.

That was deeply uncool.

Eh, we were never friends, we were rivals.

- You didn't owe me anything. - Still.

I need you to know how horrible TJ and I felt that morning.

W... Which morning?

- Hmm? - Well,

they didn't ID me until later that afternoon,

and the story didn't break until that night.

It was... the morning after the attack.

And you two were in the Hamptons when all this happened, right?

I guess you were still there?

Or, no, wait... the morning after,

you must have been on that flight to Hawaii already.

It was so long ago. The details get fuzzy.

But it's always haunted me.

Just wanted you to know that, I-I guess.

Sorry to rip up old wounds.

Well, wait. Stay, have a drink.

I mean, you... you came all the way here.

Can't mix it with the Benny, especially if I'm driving.

Rain check, though?

Maybe in New York?

It really would mean a lot if you came, Tiff.

Will you at least think about it?

I'll think about it.

Don't wobble. Right?

Oh, hey, wait, you left your bag.

For expenses.

Nabria, no, just, uh, stand by.

I have her here in case Tiff doesn't show.

Maybe having a new face blended in with the legends

could be stunning.

Always a step ahead.

Well, that's why you keep me around.

Welcome home, Tiffany.

Oh, no makeup. We shoot as we are.

Amen. So it will be.

Glamazons,

meet the sheroes.

Nabria escaped the war in South Sudan,

Sveta is a refugee from Kyiv.

Um, what's with this one?

Harper is from New Jersey.

- Mm. - She struggles with ADHD.

Ah.

Beautiful faces

from ugly places.

Ooh. Is that your slogan?

I believe strongly you should keep workshopping.

Hey, how's that beauty- slash-office supply business

working out for you?

The market wasn't ready.

- Mm-hmm. - You used to live here, too?

Yeah, it was a very long time ago.

But I feel like that makes us sisters, somehow.

We're going to a vodka launch party tonight. You should come.

It's called Free-Cycle.

Sir David Attenborough's first endorsed spirit.

Sveta, you want to tell us about it?

Free-Cycle is the world's first

carbon negative vodka,

sustainably produced from unwanted baked goods,

discarded banana peels

and ugly vegetables that would

otherwise be put in a landfill.

And it's smooth and delicious.

- Isn't she good? - So, it's made of garbage?

Hey, it's 80 proof,

free all night, and the party's on a yacht.

With all the right VIPs.

Oh, still the same old TJ.

But, I mean, I knew that

the second your wife dropped off a bag of cash for me.

Oh, hey, whatever it takes.

They should put that on your tombstone.

But not anytime soon. Drinks?

I'll be back.

What... Oh.

Oh, it's amazing to be back.

It is amazing, isn't it?

How did it all come about? I mean,

- who called who? - Who let this creep in here?

- Why does it matter, Julian? - This is the first time

in 25 years that all four Glamazons

have been together in the same room.

My readers will want all the juicy details.

All ten of them?

Come on, who made the first move?

You all hate each other, right?

Come on. Let's go.

- Excuse me. - Let's go.

- Uh, w-why? - Go.

Get-get off. Get off.

You scared me.

Sorry.

Took the secret entrance for old time's sake.

Didn't sneak any boys in with you this time?

Nah, I left them all at the party

with your United Nations of models.

Where's TJ? It's so quiet in here.

Ah, he's in his man cave.

Usually comes up after I'm asleep.

Yeah, that romance is red-hot.

I see the old bar's still here.

Let's have some wine spritzers in Ms. Helen's honor.

You owe me a rain check.

I remember.

And it's been a rare "no Benny" day,

so let's chin chin.

Can't believe you're in

Miss Helen's old living quarters.

- Looks exactly the same. - Yeah.

That was the idea when we took it over...

refurbish a little, re-brand,

but mostly leave it alone.

I'm coming down.

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

I'll bring it up to you, madame.

Miss Helen used to stand up here and watch over us,

make sure we were behaving.

She was pretty easy to fool.

Yeah.

She thought the best of people.

Till she couldn't.

You know you messed up, right?

Back at my bar?

What are you talking about?

I mean, your alibi was always shaky,

but now you can't even keep it straight.

You and TJ were behind my attack.

Did you put something in my drink?

Just admit it and everything'll be fine.

Tiff...

Tiff, it-it was TJ, okay? TJ did it, not me.

I was s...

- so mad at him when he... - No, no, no, no.

No more games. It was a joint alibi.

You were both in on it.

And now you're both gonna pay.

Aah!

Don't wobble.

She must have overdone the Bennies and fallen.

Did your wife overdo it regularly, Mr. James?

No, it just helps... helped... her sleep.

God, I'm so pissed I wasn't there.

Where were you?

Down in my man cave with my headphones,

just chilling with some edibles.

I didn't hear a thing, then I came up, there she was.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

Is this another very attractive basketball team?

No. Those are models.

This is a model house.

They live here?

That's very glamorous.

Was anyone else home at the time?

I don't think so. They were all out at a party, and...

But I don't even know what time she fell.

You two have a fight?

Is that why you were in separate places?

No. What are you trying to say?

Everything was great.

It's a weak alibi.

And that fall could be consistent with domestic abuse.

But he does seem truly upset, though.

Maybe he didn't intend to have it to go that far.

Ooh, who's that?

Tiff Giles.

Used to be a supermodel.

Been to hell and back.

Hi.

I'm Els... Oh, sorry.

I'm Elsbeth Tascioni.

I'm sort of with the police.

Another attack?

I hope you people do better this time.

And I'll tell you something.

This whole world?

It isn't pretty.

Apparently not.

I've been reading up on the Glamazons. Boy!

That was a wild time.

Where were you back then?

Oh. I was in law school.

I had the high-waisted pants, which are back.

And the bixie haircut.

The cross between a bob and a pixie, a la Meg Ryan.

Oh, gosh, I love Meg Ryan.

And I wept when my pet Tamagotchi died.

Boy, I really did that decade.

Glamazons were bigger than Beanie Babies.

Yeah, and it seems like Tiff Giles

was the "it girl," at least...

until that attack. That was...

ooh, that was brutal.

Seemed like a random robbery gone wrong.

No one was ever arrested.

I'm gonna have to ask Nadine about that.

Mm. Not sure it had anything to do with

Madison Fortune's death, though.

Well, there were four Glamazons, and now two of them...

Tiff and Madison... have now been victims of violent crimes.

I mean, is that just bad luck?

Maybe the connection was Thomas James.

He was around for both.

You know the guy, Captain?

Uh, yeah, back in the day.

We used to patrol the clubs.

Limelight, Area, Palladium.

TJ was always with a string of young models.

I don't know what his game was, but he seemed sleazy as hell.

Well, that makes him icky,

but not necessarily a murderer.

Security footage showed only residents

going in and out that night, so the suspect pool is limited.

And, by TJ's own admission, he never left the building.

Well, he asked permission to make funeral arrangements today.

I'm having an officer tail him,

see where he goes, what he does.

The models arrived.

Somehow, seeing them here is even worse for my self-esteem.

Just remember, they may be stunning,

but we can solve crimes.

She saved me from war and got me Invisalign.

Ms. Maddy was my shero.

I feel bad. We were partying

so hard while Ms. Madison was falling down.

But we were drinking the garbage vodka,

so I hope we made her proud.

Who will look after us now?

This sucks.

But the brand launch was kinda bomb.

There was a vodka bottle ice luge

and I danced with some of the Knicks

and that actor who kissed his brother on White Lotus.

We got to the party at about 10:00

and we came home when the sun rose.

Mr. TJ was standing over her body.

How had TJ seemed lately? Anything out of the ordinary?

I was surprised he wasn't on the yacht with us.

He's usually there, introducing us around.

He's actually been staying home a lot,

hiding out in his man cave.

No one knows what he's doing. Seems suss as hell.

TJ was keeping secrets.

I think she was concerned.

Oh, yes, I was on the yacht as well.

I danced all night and made out with the DJ,

just like old times.

Nadine, you're incredible.

I had to keep up with the sheroes.

Even politically aware models seem to party pretty hard.

Call them what you will, models are still models,

- and vodka is still vodka. - Yeah.

So, you lived in a model house.

That is so intriguing.

- Can you tell me how that works? - Well,

models live rent-free in exchange for going to parties

and entertaining VIPs, mostly men.

Before Insta, it was the only way to be seen.

Girls still do it, though.

- And what's TJ's role? - TJ's a promoter.

He gets paid by the party planners to bring the girls

and make the introductions.

Sounds like the models are put in some

pretty tricky situations.

Did you ever object to anything?

I was a 17-year-old girl from Moldova.

Who was I to ask questions?

Moldova? Wow.

I never could place the accent.

But I thought you said you were walking runways in Milan

and Paris by age 14.

I... Who can remember?

But I was a kid.

And I got swept up in it. We all did.

So, TJ met Madison in the model house?

Oh, yes. Separately, they were crazy.

Together, they were crazy for each other.

It was all flames and fire.

Huh. Maybe it burned too hot?

Do you think TJ could have killed her?

No. Even at the reunion,

they were partners in crime,

and I believe strongly that Clyde would never kill Bonnie.

Yeah, I know. No.

I have to fill the club for the two-drink minimum

so Mr. Titters will have me back.

It's my first featured set, you have to come.

Got to go.

Something fun afoot?

Um...

Hey.

I have something I need to tell you.

Now.

Madison came to see me at my bar in Pennsylvania last week.

Said she wanted to leave her husband and start fresh.

I figured you should know that.

Did she say why?

I mean, TJ always had a temper, tried to control her,

and now she was convinced that he was drugging her, too.

Said she was tired all the time.

What else did Madison say?

She said she was scared

and that she felt like a fraud.

I mean, how could she pretend that she's this evolved,

independent woman when she's hiding her own abuse?

She said she wanted me to come to New York to support her

when she left him.

Had you been aware that things were this bad?

No. We hadn't seen each other in years.

Why would she confide in you, then?

- Doesn't that seem odd? - No, I mean,

we were roommates back in the day. We had a bond.

And Madison was finally realizing

that I was right about TJ after all this time.

I mean, that's why we had fallen out.

'Cause I didn't like him or trust him.

You think TJ could have killed her?

Well, he would get nothing if she divorced him,

but if something happened to Madison,

he would get everything, including

his stake in the agency.

Not hard to connect those dots.

You're welcome.

The forensic report came in, Captain, and it's a doozy.

Sorry.

I never actually eat when I'm with Nadine.

Uh...

Go ahead.

Along with the fall, uh,

Madison Fortune died from a lethal mix

of Benzodiazepine and alcohol.

All the bottles and surface areas in the bar

were wiped clean...

which is suspicious in itself...

but a glass was discovered in the trash

with traces of the Bennies and the white wine

and Thomas James' fingerprints

smudged on the surface.

That's basically the murder weapon.

It's neat and clean, Captain.

- Motive, means and opportunity. - Oh...

Well, I, for one, won't shed a tear

when we lock this dude up.

Yeah, but if you were planning on murdering your wife,

wouldn't you come up with a better alibi than

hanging out in your man cave?

And are we just taking Tiff's word for the motive?

- You didn't believe her? - Well,

anything could have happened in that bar in Pennsylvania.

The models backed Tiff's story, though. They said

there seemed to be trouble in the marriage.

Not Nadine Clay.

She believes strongly Clyde

would never kill Bonnie.

- What do you got? - Uh, just heard

from the officer tailing Thomas James.

After going to the funeral home,

he went straight to his insurance agent,

checked on the size of Madison's death benefit.

In other words, what's in it for him.

His attorney should be here any minute.

Hey, guys,

Officer Hackett's doing her stand-up tonight.

It's her first featured set.

That's great.

Yeah, but she hasn't invited us,

even though she needs to fill the house to get another show.

Well, some people don't like to mix worlds.

I get that. She might feel like

her parents are in the house, you know,

and get self-conscious.

Oh, nonsense.

We're gonna support Officer Hackett.

She's a friend and colleague.

And besides, isn't anyone else curious?

This is crazy. I'd never hurt Madison. She was my whole world.

Then can you tell us why you stayed home the night

of the murder instead of going to the party with your models?

Just tell them the truth.

I've been preparing for an audit from the IRS,

trying to get my paper trail in order.

See, I've been paid under the table, in cash,

since the 90s. I'm in big trouble.

Did Madison know?

I didn't want her thinking less of me.

That's why he's been hiding out in his man cave,

- trying to fix it. - And why he killed his wife

for the death benefit. He needed

to pay the government to stay out of jail.

I would never.

It was only after Madison was gone that I even thought about

- her money, I swear. - Try selling that to a jury.

So, what, the truth doesn't even matter?

We're submitting TJ's computer for forensic examination.

You'll see he was online all night.

This is the glass that served Madison Fortune

her fatal drink. Your prints

are all over it. How do you explain that?

It's from the cocktail party.

The caterers brought that. It isn't even ours.

- Someone must be framing me. - Oh, come on.

Who hated you so much to kill your wife

and set you up to take the fall?

Tiff Giles.

She hates us that much.

Why?

Well, she has this

crazy idea that we were behind her attack.

Were you?

Look, the statute of limitations

has been over longer than Zima.

If you think Tiff killed Madison,

then it only helps your point.

So, what do you have to lose?

Aw...

Screw it, Naya.

Okay, yeah. It was us.

Um, but it wasn't supposed to be that bad.

It was a major screw-up.

What was your motive?

There was an article in the Dress Up.

Uh, that creep made Tiffany the star,

which got her the Swimsuit Issue,

which everyone thought was supposed to go to Maddy,

you know? It's...

We went out to a bar, and...

the Tonya Harding thing was on the TV

and we kind of got inspired.

And then Madison kept egging me on.

And I left, and I-I was waiting for Tiff to come home

from the club, and I put on a mask.

And... I was only supposed

to injure her enough so that she wouldn't

be able to do the shoot, and M-Maddy could take her place.

But then Tiff fell on her Discman

and her Jewel CD

popped out and wound up cutting her face.

And she got knocked out. It was really scary.

Well, did you do anything to help her?

Did you call an ambulance?

Um...

You just left her there?

Guess she finally got her revenge.

But just 'cause she has a reason doesn't make it right, right?

Like, legally, right?

TJ's prints were on the glass and he took the money.

Seems like a Hail Mary to me.

Well, I'm still curious to see

how Tiff reacts to his confession.

I went through all the social media

for the vodka launch party.

There are no posts featuring Tiffany Giles

after 9:47 PM.

So she could have left early?

Yeah, and the expensive hotel that she picked

has a private entrance. It's for guests who need discretion.

So, Tiff could have been anywhere

the night of the murder.

There's also something strange about the Bennies.

Madison's prescription had just been filled,

- only two pills missing. - But there was

the equivalent of at least six mixed into the spritzer.

Exactly.

Did the killer bring their own supply that night?

Okay, girls, that was the lean and twist.

Now let's try the contrapposto.

Uh, let's focus, please.

Models need to be on the second the spotlight hits them.

As Maddy and I used to say to each other backstage,

"Don't wobble."

Pretty handy advice, no? If you're ever in the spotlight.

Huh. Yeah, and Nadine is an excellent coach.

I never would have been able

to clomp like a donkey without her.

Excuse me.

Can we steal Tiff for a moment?

Oh, do you have news?

Yeah. Okay.

TJ has confessed to your attack.

What?

After all these years?

He admitted he and Madison were behind it.

Oh, no.

I-I always suspected TJ, but I refuse to believe

that Maddy was involved. I mean, she was my friend.

His words, not ours.

But why confess after all these years?

I mean, the statute of limitations has run out.

Like, what-what advantage does he think it gives him?

TJ was trying to prove that...

someone had a big enough grudge

to kill Madison and frame him for the murder.

Wait, me?

He's throwing suspicion on me?

Can you prove you went back to your hotel

after the yacht party?

- We know you didn't stay long. - I left

the model house after the reunion shoot

and never went back that night, period.

I mean, how can you guys believe a word that guy says?

He's just trying to save himself.

Bennies?

No, it's Advil.

I-I... still get headaches from the attack.

I've never taken those.

Mm. But you knew Madison did, right?

I mean, you two shared a room.

Yeah, 25 years ago.

When she also drank 14 Diet Cokes a day

and lived off candy bars. Look, it is TJ,

her killer, who knows her habits now.

I thought you had become Madison's confidante.

Oh.

You're one of those women, aren't you?

- What women? - The kind

that have hated on me my whole life.

Just jealous, trying to tear me down.

That's not true. I always try to lift people up.

Yet you're believing a man over me right now.

A man who's obviously guilty,

a man with a history of exploiting women.

And that is all I need to know about you, Ms. Tascioni.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I've had enough for today.

Think you might have hit a nerve.

I'm sorry that my beauty

is the more societally accepted standard. I cannot

control how he's conditioned to see, Nabria.

Not to slut-shame you, my sister,

but you did let your towel drop.

All right, my darlings, no. Shh, shh. I cannot.

I cannot.

Nadine. What's the rumpus?

Oh. Nabria snuck a guy from the yacht into the loft

but didn't realize Sveta liked him as well,

and now it's a whole respectful talkathon.

- Mm. - I miss the days when we used to scream,

pull each other's hair and smash things

until the cops were called.

Wait. You're saying there's a secret way

in and out of this building?

Oh, yes. We used to call it the Leo latch,

in honor of you-know-who's secret late-night forays.

- No. - Mm-hmm.

Did you sneak guys in and out when you lived here, too?

Yes. And carbs.

Mm.

- Can you show us? - Yes.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Gloves and booties, everyone.

Ugh.

- You-know-who really did this? - Oh, yes.

Men would do anything for models. It is so sweet.

And sad.

Ha. TJ was right.

It's not a match.

Did Tiff and Madison ever fight over a guy?

Only many times.

Mostly Julian Simons.

He wrote the original article.

He always caused so many problems.

- I mean, he still does. - What do you mean?

Oh, TJ kicked him out of the cocktail reception

for being too nosy with Tiff and Madison.

What was he asking about?

Mostly their newfound sisterhood.

Julian wasn't buying it?

I guess not. And he is the authority

on all things Glamazon.

He invented the term, so he must know something.

He's obsessed. As if we're so fascinating.

Just kidding. We are.

Nadine Clay was talking about me?

She said you were the top Glamazon expert.

Knew where all the bodies were buried.

Am I a suspect?

What makes you think that?

Because TJ and Madison

ruined my life, too.

- Really? How so? - They started a rumor

that Tiff slept with me

to make her the star of my story.

My editor at Dress Up believed it.

I got fired.

- Well, had she slept with you? - No.

I'm gay, surprise.

But...

Tiff did shower me with attention,

and I guess I fell under her spell.

Especially since the other Glamazons

treated me like a schlubby wannabe.

This world is not pretty.

Your article made them mad.

But that's not why they ruined me.

I kept asking questions about Tiff's attack

even after the police dropped the case.

TJ and Madison wanted me silenced.

I've been blackballed ever since.

- So you always suspected them? - Sure.

I could see how nasty it was getting in the model house.

And TJ was a crazy boy.

He'd do anything for his girl.

What was the source of the friction?

Tiff stole aspects

of Madison's look and attitude, kind of

Single White Femaled her. So,

Madison started playing dirty, too.

My article didn't help.

It seems like you did a lot for Tiff's career.

Did you keep in touch?

Not after the story came out.

She used me.

Do you think she's capable of murder?

If she found proof that TJ and Madison

were behind the attack...

I think she'd be capable of anything.

We know you were with them at the cocktail reception.

How did Madison and Tiff seem? Tiff said they made up.

They toasted, but things were still pretty tense.

That's why I started asking questions

and TJ had me thrown out.

So you saw them drinking together?

Do you remember if TJ put his glass down

before he showed you out?

I didn't notice, but he definitely

needed both hands to deal with me.

I go to the gym.

Tiff could have pilfered...

we don't use that word enough...

the glass with TJ's fingerprints

while TJ was throwing Julian Simons

out of the reception.

And we now know Tiff could have snuck into the model house

- using the Leo latch. - What's that?

Ooh, it's a secret entrance named after...

Never mind, I don't care. Uh, so you're saying that

Tiffany Giles could have gotten into

and out of the murder site without being seen?

- Yes. - And TJ was on his computer

working on his taxes most of the night.

And Tiff is a bartender. So she would know

how to mix the, um... drink.

A wine spritzer.

That's literally two ingredients.

Now, look, this is all circumstantial. We don't have

any evidence to connect Tiff to the actual crime.

And TJ had his preliminary hearing today.

The judge sent it to the grand jury.

They're expected to indict.

Like a ham sandwich.

Oh, now I'm hungry again.

So, there's nothing else we can do?

Bring Tiffany back in, see if she rattles.

But if this was a frame job, it was a pretty tight one.

Hi, Tiff.

So, it seems like

the rivalry between you and Madison was pretty fierce.

Julian Simons told us

Madison put ground glass in your shoe

so your foot bled when you walked the runway.

Because you let Madison oversleep

so you could steal a job from her.

I mean, really, it sounds like you were both at war.

Okay, Julian is a writer. He loves to embellish.

But there was video of your bloody foot on the runway.

That was pretty real.

You were pretty determined.

Nobody was gonna stop me in those days.

Until somebody did.

Oh, that... That attack. Oh, gosh.

That attack... it must have made you feel...

Bitter, cursed,

crazy, robbed of my future, ashamed of my face,

drugged-out, depressed, unlovable?

Yeah, the same way anybody would feel.

- What is the point to this? - Did you want revenge?

Because it would really be understandable if you did.

Yeah, that's what I wanted for a long time.

But it got me nowhere.

I mean, I-I didn't even know who to blame.

And you never wanted to try modeling again?

'Cause that eye patch... it could have been your new trademark.

My spirit was broken.

And I felt like Madison had taken my place,

so...

Then why'd you come back to New York?

To heal. To...

to get closure. To support my sister Madison.

To help these models who are just starting out.

I mean...

And then Maddy got murdered.

And now you're trying to traumatize me again.

It's ghoulish.

I... I'm not gonna sit here and take it.

Hey, hey, we both know Madison wasn't your sister.

She was your rival.

You came in through the Leo latch with a plan,

and you carried it out.

Hey, you already have your killer.

- I don't think we do. - TJ admitted

to attacking me. You know he's violent.

There's a mountain of evidence. What more do you need?

There are some things that just...

Do you have anything to hold me on now

or not?

Yeah. That's what I thought.

You cops...

you're useless.

Always were.

I'm gonna go home now.

Give it up again for my buddy Jim!

Don't wobble.

Okay, let's keep it going for our next featured comic.

I have seen her, she is funny.

And, hey, no heckling.

It will end up on the Internet,

you will look like a jerk,

and you won't get laid, so don't do it, okay?

All right, let's please welcome Grace Hackett.

- Yay! - Hi.

All right, um... I'm Grace.

What can I tell you? Uh, I am single.

I am from Queens.

I'm a Mets fan.

Yes. Oh, my fellow masochist, hello.

I am also...

a New York City police officer.

Ooh! Feel that awkward energy shift in the room?

Feels like every date I've ever had.

But then I remind them I have handcuffs.

Yeah, see, my problem

is I am attracted to bad boys.

I'm always putting perps up against a wall

and frisking 'em.

"You have the right to remain silent.

You also have the right to

call me, if you're into it."

Oh, my... You can never find a cop when you need one,

and then your whole precinct

turns up at your show.

- Don't mind us. - Yeah, do your thing.

That's my captain.

He likes to order big sushi lunches to the office.

Yeah, your tax dollars hard at work, ladies and gentlemen.

- Hey, I pay for those. - Eh, tell it to Internal Affairs.

And there's Detective Buzz.

You've heard of stop-and-frisk?

Buzz invented turn-and-avoid!

What else can I tell you

that'll, uh, put my real career in jeopardy?

I'm Grace. You've been great.

Thank you.

So, that's what she thinks of us?

What's wrong with sushi for lunch?

I thought it sounded affectionate.

But why no jokes about me?

Not even one.

Ivy?

Captain.

Look, it's Ivy from Joe's Bar.

Hi, Ms. Tascioni. Figured no one else dresses like that.

- Wow. Look at you. - Yeah.

- I'm the head bartender here. - Aw.

Joe may have been a killer,

but I learned a lot watching him.

Mm.

Hey, what did you just do there?

Oh, the... That? The flipping of the foil? Pro habit.

Do most bartenders do that?

Yeah, the ones I know.

I always forget to throw them out.

We've all discussed it. You're the one who understands.

We trust you, and hope you will

hear our plea, Ms. Tiffany.

What's all this?

Oh. Well, if you must know,

TJ's out of the picture now,

but the heroes Modeling Agency is going to continue.

We need someone to look after us.

We've asked Tiff to stay.

Oh, so you're gonna take Madison's place at the agency

the way she took your place on the cover of Sports Illustrated?

It's, uh, it's kinda been their "thing."

Take a look, ladies.

We are not gonna treat each other like this anymore.

I will make sure of it.

Does this mean you say yes?

Sorry, Tiffany won't be available for, say,

25 years to life.

Yeah, the perp-walk will be your last runway.

Don't wobble.

You're not as funny as you think you are.

Look, arrest me or leave me alone.

Tiffany Giles, you are under arrest

- for the murder of Madison Fortune. - Wait, wait, wait,

- what-what are you doing? - Oh!

We have your fingerprints now.

Oh, really? Then you planted 'em.

'Cause my prints aren't on anything.

You wiped down the bottles, the door handles,

the railings overlooking the loft...

And it was TJ's prints

on the glass that you pilfered...

huh, used it again...

when TJ kicked poor Julian out of that reception.

The same glass that you planted at the...

crime scene to frame TJ for the murder.

You only made one mistake.

You left your prints on the murder weapon,

which is to say the wine bottle

used to make the drugged spritzer.

No, I didn't.

When you cut the foil

off the wine bottle, you

flipped it into your apron pocket,

but you forgot to throw it away.

You left a thumbprint

on the aluminum, and it was a perfect match.

Oh, if it makes you feel any better,

a lot of bartenders make the same mistake.

But, of course, most of them are not

trying to cover up a murder.

You did it.

I only have one question, though.

Why now, after all these years?

Madison slipped up when she came to see me at the bar.

She blew her and TJ's alibi for the night of my attack.

I couldn't let them get away with that.

Tiffany Ann Giles,

you have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will

be used against you in a court of law.

What will happen to us now?

Give Nadine Clay a call.

I believe strongly that she's wonderful.

And she might be ready

for her next move.

Heck of a week. Not only did we solve our case,

but Officer Hackett killed at her showcase.

Aw.

I don't know about that, but, uh,

Mr. Titters is gonna have me back.

- Oh... - Hey!

You know, you guys didn't say much after the set.

- I hope I didn't offend anyone. - What?!

No. You were "high-larious."

And you didn't actually invite us,

- so we deserved whatever we got. - Well,

it's really just a persona.

Of course. And there were no jokes about me anyway,

so, I'm lucky, I guess,

to, um, to not be included.

But why wasn't I included? I can take a joke.

Oh, Elsbeth, a consent decree lawyer

is just... it's way too hard to explain to an audience.

Oh.

- Nice. - Well, when you're on Way Late,

we can say we knew you when.

Oh, that's not actually...

Look, Captain, I enjoy my comedy,

but this is my work.

Unless lightning strikes, which,

eh, I don't expect, I mean,

this is my career.

I'm learning so much from all of you. I...

I hope I didn't mess this up.

Officer Hackett...

I'm the that insisted we go to your show.

This work is intense.

We see most people on their worst days.

It's important to have an outlet.

I wanted to support that.

Thank you, sir.

Aw. Do you have an outlet, Captain?

I mean, besides poker?

Ah, well, I messed around

with some things during the lockdown,

but nothing I'd burden an audience with.

I'm not as brave as Officer Hackett.

What about you, Buzz?

I'm a lifelong Mets fan, too.

Used to sit up in the nosebleeds and pray

for Dave Kingman to hit a home run.

It's always been my thing.

You are kidding.

Oh, Twinsies again.

So cute.

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