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Picture this: this guy invites you

to a quiet dinner at his home.

The candles are lit, you're drinking

a $10,000 bottle of Bordeaux.

Yeah, he said the price because he's a billionaire.

Like "owns a private island" rich.

When, out of nowhere, he freaks out and pulls you

into this creepy, apocalyptic dungeon...

I, uh, I thought you were neutralizing this.

Oh, the post has already been wiped from social media.

The problem is, you haven't told me everything.

I have, and that's a fallacy,

'cause nothing is ever totally wiped from the Internet.

Fortunately, it's not a Me Too situation,

and she's a nobody with fewer than 10,000 followers.

Besides that, she doesn't name you specifically.

Okay, any Neanderthal

with a keyboard is gonna figure it out.

And you know what? They're gonna try,

'cause my company has a 20% share

in the digital wallet business. All right?

That's $1.2 trillion in revenue.

And I promised that I'd get it to 30% within two years.

So the board cannot find out about this. Okay?

That's why we're creating a counter narrative here.

But in order to do that effectively,

you got to tell me exactly what happened.

My God, I already have told you exactly what happened.

I saved that woman from an attempted break-in.

An actual break-in?

Yes. The mayoral election is going on

and the crazies are coming out of the woodwork.

And they are hell-bent on making us feel guilty

about generating wealth and creating entire industries.

Right, right, okay. So you're having dinner

and suddenly there's crazies at the door...

you know, boom, boom, boom... and you take Emily where?

The safe room.

Which she called the "apocalyptic dungeon."

Yeah, this girl is drama.

Come here, I'm gonna show you.

(SIGHS)

Come.

I see. It's like a, it's like a bomb shelter

or a-a nuclear, nuclear bunker kind of thing.

No, no, no. My bunker's in New Zealand.

This is a riot retreat for social unrest.

I mean, given the current "eat the rich" zeitgeist,

I need to take precautions.

I'm starting to see why you let the rest of the staff go.

Well, it's nothing A.I. can't do better.

And A.I. won't turn on me as fast.

Right. Okay. So...

You pull Emily in here, you-you lock the doors

and you take cover for a couple of minutes?

Mm-mm. Like four hours.

Did she appear to be afraid at any point?

Afraid? Here?

(LAUGHS) This place was designed to obliterate intruders.

I showed her everything.

I showed her my remote-controlled drones

that shoot bullets, I showed her my smoke screen launchers,

the molecular friction apparatus that generates enough heat

to microwave a human body.

(LAUGHS)

- It can microwave people? - Yeah.

That's a little diabolical, don't you think?

Diabolical?

No, no, no, I mean, it's clearly a genius idea.

(SIGHS)

No.

No, I've seen that look.

Daddy taught me that's the look of a traitor.

And this isn't the ketamine talking, Anders.

- Craig, just hold on a minute. - No, no, no. You didn't come here

to defend me against that nutjob, did you?

You came here to take information back to the board.

(EXHALES) Craig.

No, no, no, don't-don't pretend.

I know things about you.

I know that you're leaving crisis management.

Craig, I may have mentioned the possibility

of making a pivot.

You know, destroying people's reputations

takes a-a lot out of a person.

The pressure's a lot. You understand.

Your ex says that you're isolating in here more and more.

You talk to Kelly about me?

I'm just saying I'm concerned.

Oh, you're so concerned that you're gonna have me ousted

from the company that I built?

You are supposed to be defending me!

Craig, I am defending you.

I'm defending you against that woman,

against the former intern, your family...

(LAUGHING): I cannot believe I did not see this before.

This is...

This... ah, I got to think about this.

- I got to take some time. - Hey, you know what?

We can discuss this at another time!

Craig.

Craig?

Craig, what are you doing?

Craig?

(BEEPING)

Ow.

(GROANS)

Are you trying to microwave me?

Craig, you-you can't.

It's getting really hot.

(GROANS)

Let me out of here!

Craig, you have to open the door.

Craig, you can't do this.

- Craig? - (MACHINERY CLICKS)

- What? - Listen, Craig.

- CRAIG: Come on. - If you let me out of here now,

there's no story.

I'll act as-as if nothing ever happened.

But if you try to hurt me,

that's gonna be a lot harder to spin.

Oh, man, I should've tested it on the rabbit.

Craig.

What is my mother's birthday? God!

What?

Oh, my God.

How do you work this damn drone? Come on.

You know what?

I've got some minor burns, but...

...if you let me out now,

I won't go to see a doctor.

I-I will take care of it quietly.

I know how to do that.

All you have to do is open the door.

(SCREAMS)

(BOTH SHOUTING)

(DEVICE BEEPS)

Good morning, Elsbeth Tascioni.

Oh, Alec. (LAUGHS)

What are you doing here?

Does the campaign trail run through the precinct?

I was in the neighborhood.

Also, I'm going to a fundraiser

for the renovation of the city law library tonight

and I wanted to ask you to go with me.

Me, as in "the mysterious redhead"

recently seen with Alec Bloom?

You believe in law and libraries, right?

I'm just not sure I'm comfortable being gossip fodder.

The press won't be there. Come on.

It's not that simple.

Why, did, uh, Marissa say something to you?

Marissa says a lot of things.

Yes, she does, but...

you and I are consenting adults

and we can go somewhere together

without having to ask permission from anyone.

So this wasn't her idea?

I'm asking you because I, I genuinely enjoy your company.

But if you don't want to be seen with me ever again,

I'll-I'll respect that.

I won't like it, but I'll respect it.

Ooh, you are really laying on the charm, aren't you?

Is it working?

Yes. (LAUGHS SOFTLY)

Good. Marissa will text the details.

- We'll have fun. - Okay. (LAUGHS)

- (SIGHS, WHIMPERS) - STU: Like I mentioned before,

the neighbor said the dog

- was barking all night long. - Dog?

Oh. Shoot.

Well, we'll send it over to Animal Control...

- STU: Animal Control? - What kind of dog is it?

Sounded like a poodle, if I had to guess.

Uh, the bark was a little yippy,

like a small dog trying to sound big.

Yeah, some poodles do that.

And some people. (CHUCKLES)

This is Stu. He's a...

- Uh, what is it again? - Oh, I'm a skip tracer.

That's an insider term for process server.

Well, I guess there's an insider term for everything.

I've got a 100% success rate,

and I can't find this guy Anders Wittman anywhere.

- I've staked out his office, his home. - Stu thinks he's missing.

Maybe he's intentionally dodging you.

I told him the same thing.

I would have thought so, too, if it wasn't for that dog.

The neighbor says that dog never barks.

I'm telling you, something's not right.

WAGNER: Fine.

We'll send an officer out to check on the dog.

But a barking dog doesn't warrant a missing persons investigation.

We thought you might say that, which is why

we did a little research.

What if we told you that this Anders Wittman

is a fixer at the Meridian Group?

- The crisis management firm? - Those people are worse than lawyers.

Uh, no offense, but they've destroyed more cases

than I care to admit.

Wait, really? Or is that hyperbole?

It's true. They've intimidated assault victims,

silenced witnesses, paid off officials.

Anything to protect the people who hire them.

They sound horrible.

Well, we can't pick and choose our victims.

Given his line of work,

chickens may have come home to roost.

Least we can do is look into it.

Lieutenant Connor, get Anders Wittman's phone records.

CONNOR: If you think that's necessary.

Uh, but we don't have cause.

The phone company isn't just gonna

hand over his phone records.

That's a violation of privacy.

(CHUCKLES)

Anders Wittman's phone went silent early last night.

He hasn't answered any calls or texts since.

- They just handed this over? - Pretty much.

WAGNER: Find out who this Anders Wittman spoke to last.

Already did. It was the FinTech CEO Craig Harris.

He lives in a mansion on the Upper East Side.

Well, go. Maybe he can tell us something about Anders Wittman's whereabouts.

Shouldn't you assign this to a detective? Maybe Edwards or...

Everyone's grumbling about caseload, and this could be nothing.

- But according to protocol... - Go.

ELSBETH: Here we go.

Geez.

They just handed over everything...

every call, every text... in no time.

Makes you think.

You really can't assume anything is private anymore.

Anders Wittman definitely understood that. Check it out.

His text messages are full of aliases and penal codes.

"Maneuvering around Zebra's 140.20.

Next up, getting Sparrow's 120 handled."

140.20 is a burglary in the third degree.

120 is an assault. Maybe a domestic dispute.

You just rattled that off so easily.

I had a friend in the academy once who made the mistake

of calling in the wrong code. (SPUTTERS)

Poor guy, still gets grief for it.

From me, too, not gonna lie.

CONNOR: Here we are.

Anders Wittman is missing?

Stu certainly thinks so.

- Stu? - He's a skip tracer.

And if Anders' dog could talk, I think he would agree.

Translation: we are trying to locate Mr. Wittman

and have a few questions.

I assure you, it'll only take a few minutes.

- (DEVICE BEEPS) - ROBOTIC VOICE: Visitors cleared

to enter the premises.

(DOOR OPENS)

We understand Mr. Wittman called you yesterday evening?

Uh, yeah. To cancel our meeting.

But I haven't seen or heard from him since then.

Ooh. Are these for guests?

- Excuse me? - Uh, the chocolate?

Yeah. I had them flown in from Switzerland yesterday.

Little tariff work-around. Please.

- Help yourself. - Thank you.

ELSBETH: Uh, is there a guide?

- Who is this? - Oh.

Look, here it is, on the inside. That's so cute.

(STRAINS): Uh, uh...

Ah. That one's pretty.

Mmm. Mmm!

What crisis was Mr. Wittman handling for you?

Crisis? Excuse me.

Must you touch everything?

- Sorry, is this a first edition? - It is.

And for that reason, I'd rather you not touch it.

CONNOR: If you hire an outside professional

like Anders Wittman to resolve a crisis, it must be serious.

(LAUGHS): Okay. Don't act like you don't know.

Look around, man. Men like me are being vilified.

Vilified.

Vilified? For what?

Oh, I don't know, for being successful,

for working hard, for fostering innovation.

It's not just me, it's tech founders across the board.

- Mmm. - Hey.

Don't people love a success story?

CONNOR: In theory, but look at social media.

Tech entrepreneurs are mocked and ridiculed.

That's right. Write that down.

CONNOR: They may be socially awkward,

but I, for one, appreciate innovation.

I don't want to have to go back to hiring a travel agent

to book flights and hotels or search for 20 quarters

- to do a load of laundry. - (LAUGHS): Yeah.

You know, generally, I'm not a fan of humans,

but this one, this one I can tolerate.

- Good job. - Thank you.

But I'm gonna have to ask you to leave.

I'm late for an important engagement.

No.

- You've had three. - I'm sorry.

If you have any more questions about what Anders was doing,

you can ask him.

When you find him.

Help!

Help me!

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I'm sure Anders is fine.

But you say your colleague hasn't returned any of your calls.

Well, sometimes we have to go deep

when managing a crisis.

"For example," if a client wakes up with...

CONNOR: A dead hooker?

For example.

I was gonna say "hangover," but okay.

You can't bring extraneous people

into the circle of knowledge.

You surface when everything's cleaned up.

And by "cleaned up," you mean...

- You know. - Uh, no.

Actually, I don't.

Is it possible someone could have had a problem

with the way Mr. Wittman was cleaning things up?

Did he make any enemies?

This business is all about making enemies.

We destroy reputations to protect others.

ELSBETH: Wow. I'm beginning to think

it goes beyond reputations to things like,

I don't know, evidence of wrongdoing, "for example."

Of course.

We stay within the bounds of the current law.

I wonder if there'll be any future law.

Anders knows how to straddle that.

Whatever happens, that man always has the last word.

He's one of our best. Or... at least he was.

Why, did something happen?

He's been going on about a career pivot,

although I don't know what he's gonna do instead.

It's not like any of us have time for relationships or family.

Hmm, maybe that's why he wanted a change.

Did Craig Harris know that Anders

wanted to leave the business?

I doubt Anders told his clients that.

They expect us to neutralize their messes forever.

Who was Mr. Wittman "neutralizing"

- for your client Craig Harris? - I'm sorry.

I can't just disclose that kind of information

to anyone who asks.

Unlike the phone companies.

We find it concerning that his dog was left alone in his apartment.

- ELSBETH: Yeah. - Wait.

- Tilly was alone in Anders' apartment? - ELSBETH: Yes.

Anders would never leave Tilly alone.

He picked her up from the kennel

when he returned from Zurich yesterday morning.

- Mr. Wittman was in Switzerland? - Yes, for business.

Are these Swiss chocolates?

- Elsbeth, please. - No, it's okay.

Anders always brings a little something back for us.

Try one.

Now that you understand the seriousness of the situation,

maybe you could tell us who Mr. Wittman was trying to silence.

...out of nowhere, he freaks out

and pulls you into this creepy, apocalyptic dungeon.

What happened after you posted that?

Anders Wittman demanded that I take it down.

And when I didn't, he went nuclear

and posted all these nasty deepfakes of me online.

- (ELSBETH GROANS) - Craig Harris was obviously worried

your story would damage his company.

But she didn't mention him in the video.

Several commenters were clearly working to figure it out.

I didn't rat him out.

But one day he's gonna slide into some other woman's DMs,

and she won't be as savvy as me,

and she'll end up dead in that dungeon.

I'm telling you.

We've been to his home.

We didn't see anything to indicate he had a dungeon.

That's because it's hidden.

Imagine being with this guy in his big house.

He's fired all the help, so you're totally alone.

Why did he fire all of his staff?

Because he's a paranoid freak.

He's replaced them with robots or whatever.

Anyway, we're in the middle of this lame dinner,

and the smoke alarm starts beeping.

It was obviously time to replace the batteries,

but Craig was convinced that the socialists were breaking in.

So he pushed me into his den.

- The room with all the bookshelves? - Yes.

- Ah. - Then a wall opened up,

like in a spy movie, to this weird bunker.

Huh.

Did he threaten you?

He said he could nuke anyone

who tried to come in after us.

This man has a bunker that nukes people?

- In New York City? - Mm-hmm.

It sounded crazy to me, too,

but men like Craig Harris can buy almost anything.

Well, what's his motive?

I mean, didn't he hire Anders Wittman in the first place?

Yes, but Craig Harris really doesn't like people.

I don't think that's a motive.

The Meridian Group calls him "Drac."

You want to know why?

Because he sucked the fun out of the room?

No, because he bit an intern.

- Drawing blood? - Yes.

Captain, Anders could be in that bunker right now.

Being nuked to death.

Which is why we need to search it.

You said that there was a woman on the video

who was serving papers for a defamation suit

against Anders Wittman, who was working for Craig Harris.

Will she file a formal complaint?

Not likely, no.

Because she has seen what can happen.

Well, unless she files that complaint, we don't have anything.

Actually, we do.

We have Swiss chocolates.

- Wha...? - Anders had just returned from Zurich.

Craig and Blaire both had

these delicious chocolates from Switzerland.

I think they were a souvenir from Anders.

Elsbeth, I can't get a warrant to search the home

of one of the richest men in the world,

whose campaign contributions determines whom we work for,

based on similar chocolates.

Can I pay him a visit?

- Elsbeth. - What?

I doubt Craig Harris will ever let you inside his house again.

CRAIG: What are you doing here, Ms...

Tascioni. Elsbeth Tascioni.

I thought I'd stop by and give you the scoop

on the investigation.

(DOOR OPENS)

(SIGHS)

If it's about the investigation, why are you dressed like that?

Oh. Yeah, I am a little overdressed, aren't I?

(CHUCKLES) I'm, uh, I'm going to an event.

I thought you'd be eager to know

what happened to Anders, considering the work

he was doing for you.

So, do you work alone in this house,

or do you go to an office?

Okay. An-an office? No.

I work here, just like I did during the pandemic.

- Ah. - Oh, my God, that blessed time

where I didn't have to see people.

Or smell them.

Hmm. Oh.

I, uh, made you a little something.

(CHUCKLES) ♪ Da-da-dah. ♪

- Homemade butterscotch. - Mmm.

After eating your chocolates,

I thought, I need to do something in return,

but what do you give a billionaire?

(CHUCKLES) Solitude?

(BOTH LAUGH POLITELY)

Try one. They're really good.

(CHUCKLES)

(SNIFFS)

So, you were saying you had some scoop?

Oh, right, yes.

So, it looks like

Emily Fogarty, whom I believe you dated

briefly, may be involved in Anders' disappearance.

- Emily? - Mm-hmm.

Well, it was her post about your secret bunker

that, uh, caused the crisis, right?

Perhaps.

So it's true, you do have a secret bunker?

I have a bunker in New Zealand.

Oh.

(BOTH LAUGH)

That makes more sense.

I was having a hard time picturing a bunker

in the middle of Manhattan.

(ELSBETH LAUGHING)

CRAIG: Remember. Don't touch.

- Right. - Yeah.

Oh, it's just...

it's so mesmerizing, the eyes.

And the story.

I can understand why you'd be drawn to this.

I've actually never read it.

- You're kidding. - (CHUCKLING): No.

I-I don't read books.

A.I. summarizes everything for me.

Ah.

Well, this one, you're gonna want to read.

It's all about the corrupting influence of money

and how the rich insulate themselves

from the consequences of their behavior.

Sounds like the writer was poor.

Uh, Fitzgerald did struggle financially.

'Cause poor people are always

trying to scapegoat the rich, aren't they?

Isn't that right?

And that's not gonna stop until they get universal basic income, hmm?

Well, at least you recognize that people will need a means to live.

You still haven't articulated why you think Emily

has anything to do with Anders' disappearance, huh?

Well, it turns out that Emily was suing Anders for defamation.

It means nothing.

Well, it's a possible motive, isn't it?

A motive for what?

You still don't know where he is.

Or do you?

- Hmm? - Uh-uh, no.

Uh, um, not yet.

Uh...

- Hmm? - But you know what? You are right.

I am just gonna, um...

I am going to, uh...

come back later when I have something more.

- Okay. - But, um, in the meantime,

I have that event, so...

Good day, Mr. Harris.

Good day, Ms...

Tascioni.

Sure.

Hi, I'm sorry I'm late.

No need to apologize.

I was waylaid by a very rich man

who isn't against helping people,

he's just against the whole human race.

Sounds like one of my opponents.

And a few of my donors.

Your Shirley Temple.

- Aw. - (GLASS CLINKING)

HOST: I'm so glad you could join us tonight.

What's that doing here?

If you could give us your attention for a moment,

the chairwoman of this effort,

Winnie Crawford, would like to say a few words.

(CROWD APPLAUDS)

Elsbeth?

- WINNIE: Thank you. - What are you...?

Thank you, Nell.

As you know, my husband Judge Milton Crawford

was brutally slain on the steps of the courthouse last year.

(GASPS)

- (PEOPLE SCREAMING) - (GROANS)

WINNIE: You all knew him

for his deep dedication to justice.

I also knew him as a dedicated husband,

father and friend.

To share your life with someone

with such a strong moral character was a gift.

I wanted to honor him in some way, and, honestly,

raising money to improve this hallowed place he cherished

seemed ideal.

The plans are exquisite,

and I welcome any questions you may have about the project,

which is obviously so dear to me.

Thank you.

And enjoy.

(APPLAUSE)

Are you okay?

- Yeah. I'm sorry about that. - No, no, no. It's okay.

- Ms. Tascioni? - (WHIMPERS)

Yes, I know who you are.

I've been wanting to speak with you.

With me?

Perhaps we can set up a time for the two of us to talk.

What? Why?

I'd like you to tell me everything you know about my husband.

I think it's time, don't you?

WOMAN: Winnie.

Uh, excuse me for a moment.

(SIGHS) You know what? I'm, uh...

- I'm-I'm just gonna go. - Oh, are you sure?

It sounds like she just wants to talk.

The thing is,

Judge Crawford killed innocent people.

Won't be a fun conversation.

And my grandmother always said if you don't have something nice

to say about someone, just shut your trap.

I think your grandmother would do well in politics.

But if you don't want to be here, let's leave.

I don't understand.

I hear there's a problem.

No problem.

I'm just finding new ways to deal with intruders.

You know me. I'm always hungry for innovation.

Oh, well,

happy to show you new features that we're, uh,

rolling out to our best customers.

This system not only traps intruders

using a toxic nerve agent but it automatically radios the police.

Police? No, no, no, no. Not that. Not that.

What do you have in mind?

I don't know. Hypothetically speaking, if...

hypothetically, there was an intruder trapped in your safe room,

would there be a way to poison the air?

Like with carbon monoxide?

That is awfully specific.

I suppose all you'd need... hypothetically,

is a way to direct the carbon monoxide exhaust into the room.

Perfect.

(ENGINE STARTS)

Anders! Anders!

(STRAINING)

(CAR HORN HONKS)

(THUD)

When you're dealing with a guy who may be "nuking" people,

the last thing you want to be reminded of is Judge Crawford.

And then along comes his wife Winnie.

She keeps leaving me all these voice mails and texts.

She even sent a note to the precinct.

You don't have to talk to her.

I know, but maybe I should.

CONNOR: You've been doing so well since getting out of prison.

Do you want to stir all that up again?

WAGNER: I doubt knowing the truth

will bring Winnie Crawford any peace anyway.

CONNOR: The captain is right.

She's probably looking for closure she'll never find.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

I've got news about Anders Wittman that you're not gonna believe.

He was hit by a car?

Coming out of a manhole on 72nd Street.

Died at the scene. Driver had no time to stop.

And that's not all that happened to him.

He also had cuts and abrasions

inconsistent with the blunt force trauma of the vehicle.

And it appears he'd been bitten by a rat.

(PHONE CHIMES)

Ooh, something just got added.

There's also evidence of a strange chemical substance

underneath one of his fingernails.

- ELSBETH: Mm. - (PHONE CHIMES)

NICKY: Ooh, and, sorry, another addendum.

Second-degree electrical burns on his face and hands.

Gosh, where was this guy? Toontown?

As of yet, there's no evidence a piano fell on his head.

(CHUCKLES)

ELSBETH: Well, the burns could be from the "nuking" Emily described.

That was just a figure of speech.

No one has nuclear capabilities in their home.

Not even a billionaire.

There must be someone else

who knows what's inside that bunker.

Like whom?

Your name is on the city permits.

WAYLON: I did the work a couple years back.

Left Wyoming to design safe rooms and bunkers

for all of New York's billionaires

afraid of the unwashed masses.

- Admirable. - It's a living.

Who am I to deny the super-wealthy their peace of mind?

There a problem?

If you were to be trapped

inside Craig's particular bunker,

would you be able to...

work your way through a tunnel underground

- and then wind up on 72nd Street? - It's possible.

When we installed the ventilation system,

we connected to an abandoned subway tunnel.

But they don't know that.

A lot of my clients want to be completely off the grid.

That may be possible if you're in Alaska or Utah,

but if you're in the city and you want water, toilets

and air, you have to hook into New York City lines.

- Mm. - What can you tell us about

- the interior of your bunkers? - Ah.

Imagine the luxury of a penthouse

equipped with a wide array of amenities

designed to protect against intrusion.

Each Subterra bunker is fitted with electrified doorknobs,

smoke screen launchers, the works.

Well, I think I'll stick with a basic alarm and my dog Gonzo.

Of course, if you have that level of security,

you have to deal with the potential aftermath.

We now offer a self-sanitizing system

that cleans better than a public bathroom in Paris.

Those are amazingly clean.

We also offer an emulsifier spray

that preserves fresh fruits and vegetables for months.

Oh, that sounds like something we could all use.

Hmm. Growers in the Midwest,

uh, blocked its release to the public.

Having produce last for weeks

would put a dent in their profits.

They're not wrong.

Would Craig's bunker

have the ability to "nuke" someone?

Is Craig Harris dissatisfied with the product?

CONNOR: What makes you think that?

- Well, when he was here yesterday... - Wait, he was here yesterday?

Look, I believe in giving clients what they want,

but what some of them want veers into cruelty.

And I refuse to build a torture chamber.

Is that what Craig wanted?

A torture chamber?

(SIGHS) I made sure he didn't have enough power to kill anybody.

So he was trying to microwave the man?

It appears so.

(SIGHS) It's all making sense now.

Not to me.

Craig had withdrawn from everybody.

His wife, his kids, even his staff.

So, when Anders showed up for that meeting,

there was no one else there.

So he lured him into the bunker so he could torture him?

Yes. And if we had done a thorough job to begin with,

we might have found Anders alive.

So let's get in there now and prove it.

Sir, we have a warrant to search the bunker.

The one you claim you didn't have.

How is this happening? It's not a bunker.

It's a safe room.

I'm guessing the entrance is somewhere over here.

Oh, oh, you think I'm going to help you

invade my space, is that right?

Open it or we'll break the wall down. Sir.

(SIGHS)

(WHISPERS): Oh, my God.

Ooh, I knew that book was significant.

It's a classic.

NICKY: Think my entire apartment

- could fit in this corner. - (ELSBETH CHUCKLES)

ELSBETH: It's very Jay Gatsby, isn't it?

Why can't escape rooms be this nice?

- You ever been to one? - Oh, gosh, no.

(CHUCKLES) The thought always scared me.

They're never this clean.

You could eat off the floor in here.

ELSBETH: And yet, no matter

how well you seal a place, these fruit flies

always seem to find a way in...

CRAIG: Hey. I see what you're doing. Yeah.

Mr. Harris, back away from our officers.

No, they're planting evidence, right there.

Under the nose of a consent decree lawyer?

A what? What?

ELSBETH: The NYPD was ordered to bring in an outside observer.

- Okay. Where? - That's me.

Oh, God.

These officers are securing the perimeter

as they've been instructed.

You know, I thought you understood...

but you're just as brainwashed as the rest, man.

You resent me and you resent my work.

I understand being an introvert, but this?

This? I'm protecting myself.

In the event of an uprising, do you believe

this is going to save you from angry mobs?

For how long? And against how many?

What's the point of all that intelligence

if you're gonna use it to achieve ends

that are destructive and stupid?

- Uh, Lieutenant? - Yes?

CSIs couldn't find anything.

Looks like the place was scrubbed clean.

He must have the self-cleaning system.

Better than a public bathroom in Paris.

We're done here. Pack it up.

What?

You-You're not arresting me?

I told you. He was never here.

- (DOOR CLOSES) - (CRAIG LAUGHS)

ROBOTIC VOICE: Please step off the premises

or risk grievous harm.

The man makes things up out of thin air. We saw it happen.

It seems Craig Harris honestly believed

we were going to fabricate evidence to use against him.

That's the thing. Anders Wittman did have information

to use against him.

Craig Harris may have turned on his fixer,

he may have attempted to kill him, but...

- ELSBETH: Here it comes. - ...we have no proof.

- (GROANS) - (PHONE VIBRATING)

It's Winnie Crawford. Again.

Are you gonna answer it?

You know something? Yes.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER NEARBY)

Are you absolutely sure?

I am.

We came close to proving it.

I know it's a lot.

- I'm sorry. - After 40 years of marriage,

you think you know a person.

My husband murdered innocent people,

and here I was, planning dinner parties.

I assume Milton knew you were onto him.

Powerful men usually do whatever they can

to keep their secrets.

You must have been so scared.

No, I'm sorry for what you went through.

And I will stop honoring the judge's memory.

What?

I guess I expected you to still defend him.

Given what I know now, how can I?

- (KNOCKS ON DOOR) - Hello?

- Another addendum. - To the autopsy?

What more could have happened to this guy?

The lab identified the material underneath Mr. Wittman's nail.

ELSBETH: Diglyceride?

Could be from the tunnel, maybe.

Yeah, but even if we searched the tunnel,

there's no way to prove that Anders

escaped from Craig Harris's bunker

'cause there were multiple connections

going into that tunnel.

He could've come from any of them.

Where does that leave us?

Wish there was some way I could put myself in Anders' shoes.

Trapped in a room with seemingly no escape.

We can.

You now find yourselves

in the basement

of an abandoned asylum,

where Dr. Fright

has been performing forced lobotomies

on his unfortunate patients.

Are the theatrics really necessary?

Shh. He's probably getting his Equity card.

You!

Have exactly one hour

to find the doctor's credentials

and thus unmask his true identity.

If you fail,

he will make you

his next victim.

(CACKLING)

- (DOOR CLOSES) - (GASPS)

That was awesome.

Okay, okay.

I mean, I... I don't even know where to start.

It can seem overwhelming, I know.

I felt the same way when I was stuck in a CIA safe house.

My team almost failed that one,

but we rebounded at the taxidermy lab in Moscow.

A taxidermy lab in Moscow?

(LAUGHS): Sorry. Moscow, Pennsylvania.

We broke the record. Escaped 39 minutes, 13 seconds.

Wait, you, uh, you went out of town for an escape room?

Well, you can't keep doing the same ones over and over.

Right. (LAUGHS SOFTLY)

Hey. Hey, hey.

- What-what was that? - Nothing.

I thought we were supposed to work together as a team.

I don't remember reading that in the rules.

(GASPS)

He probably just found one of those hidden clues

left by some sorry player who never made it out.

Why would they be hidden?

Well, you can't leave messages where Dr. Fright

might find them. Duh. (CHUCKLES)

(GASPS) That's it.

- (SHOUTS) - (SCREAMS)

ELSBETH: I brought you a little something.

Okay, Ms., um...?

Tascioni.

Maybe you should write it down.

Okay, please stop bringing me things.

All right? I-I clearly want for nothing.

Oh, but this I think you'll need.

Why would I need a fly swatter?

I'll show you.

- (LOCKS CLICK) - (BEEP)

OFFICER: Step back inside. Step back inside.

OFFICER 2: Get back, you got it?

What, you didn't succeed

in framing me the first time, so you're gonna keep trying?

- Is that what's happening? - Does it get tiring,

believing everyone is out to get you?

ELSBETH: That's what we're looking for.

Hello, little fruit flies.

Fruit flies? What?

It didn't make sense that there were fruit flies in here

because the fruit had been treated

with that special preservative.

But clearly some of it had been scraped off.

That's the same substance

we found underneath Mr. Wittman's fingernail.

Diglyceride.

Okay. You know this doesn't prove anything, right?

- Right? - CONNOR: No.

On its own, it doesn't prove much,

but under the circumstances, Anders did the only thing

a good PR crisis manager could do.

He got in the final word.

Officer Reynolds, read that banana.

"Drac 125."

(LAUGHS): This is nonsense.

- This is crazy. - ELSBETH: Actually, it's not.

The Meridian Group's nickname for you is Drac.

And 125 is what, Officer Reynolds?

It's the New York penal code for homicide.

TRANSLATION: "Craig killed me."

Craig Harris, you are under arrest for assault...

- 120.10. - ...and attempted murder.

125.25.

Okay, I'm gonna spare no expense

in fighting these ridiculous charges and I'm gonna get the best lawyers.

Unless they turn on you, too.

- (GASPS) Oh. - Ms. Tascioni,

I apologize for dropping in on you like this.

What can I do for you?

I wanted to tell you that I've had second thoughts

about abandoning my work with the law library.

Oh, well, you don't have to explain...

Please hear me out.

(SIGHS) My effort

is bringing in a great deal of private money

at a time when public money is disappearing.

I can't be the one to stop that.

I hope you understand my decision.

Of course.

And at least, perhaps now

some good can come of the tragic events of the past.

Oh. I hope so. For everyone's sake.

There is one other thing I keep wondering.

You said you had proof of my husband's guilt.

What did you mean by that?

We had an item that belonged to Sherry, the victim,

that we believe had Judge Crawford's blood on it.

Unfortunately, it, uh,

disappeared before we could test it.

Disappeared?

From the lab.

I think Judge Crawford was responsible for that.

The bad news never ends, does it?

I am so sorry.

You are not to blame for anything.

Next time we meet, we'll discuss something pleasant,

- like the theater or travel. - (CHUCKLES)

Not that there has to be a next time.

Oh, I have been trying to cultivate new friends.

Then, we should have lunch.

I'd like that.

(EXHALES)

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