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So, who did you kill?

Nobody.

I was arrested for harassing a witness. Is this the men's wing?

Yeah, they waxed the floors. We gotta go around.

Harassing a witness?

Does that mean... I was working with the police.

Well, that should make you real popular in here.

Oh, I intend to keep a low profile.

Oh. Hello, Joe.

Let me guess.

You stuck your nose where it didn't belong.

Something like that.

Well, you know what this means. My case must be thrown out. Root of a poison

tree, huh? Good luck with that. Keep moving.

So much for a low profile.

Well, I shouldn't be in here too long. I have a right to a speedy track. Yeah.

You ever seen one of those?

Honestly, no.

Alex Medarian?

Miss Tasty, huh?

I'm flattered you remember.

You never forget your first.

I knew this day would come.

What day is that?

So, uh, when you say you work with the police, what does that mean?

It's a little complicated.

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

Oh, hello, Quinn.

Come on.

I see prisoners get to have a lot of their own stuff in their cells.

Even here, the tyranny of materialism reigns. Freya?

And Vanessa?

I got stuck in a double.

Well, well.

If it isn't the woman who ruined my life.

I'd argue committing murder did that.

Did Quinn mention me when you walked by? Did she ask about me? Give it a rest.

This way.

Huh? Seems like there's a lot of drama in here.

Like high school.

Well, what'd you expect?

Human beings have their needs, Elizabeth.

Margot Clark, the matchmaker.

Only for those who pay.

This way.

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

Do you like ramen?

Well, who doesn't?

Why do you ask?

Here you go Oh

Gosh

that garlic sure smells good.

I'm not talking to you

May I offer

you something to read how are you able to just walk around in here?

As a prison trustee, I am granted certain privileges and responsibilities,

including the administration of the book cart, in return for my contribution to

the jail community.

What contribution is that? I put on plays with the other prisoners based on

their cases.

That sounds therapeutic.

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

You know how much I love theater.

Oh, I do.

I think you'd just die.

Hey, Danislavski. I ordered anchovies. What's the holdup? I've got your order.

But the price has changed.

What?

By how much? Five bags instead of three.

You're a crook. You know that?

Taking advantage of people in here.

There you go.

Inflation is everywhere, my love.

Oh, no, no, no. Don't you call me my love. I am not your love.

You'll get yours, Modarian.

Mark my word.

Are you threatening me, Carmela?

It's Poop Heads Up!

Give me that.

Do we have a problem here?

No. No problem at all. Poop is doing some business.

I don't want to see it.

I don't want to know.

Welcome. What's your name?

Elspeth Tassioni.

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

I'm the warden. Oh. Mrs. Martin.

Everyone calls me Mama.

Yep. Right.

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

Thank you.

I don't know why it's so hard for attractive...

extremely wealthy women to find satisfying relationships. Thank God for

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

Someone's there. Who is it?

What are you doing here, Miss Tassioni?

Oh, hello.

Gosh, I thought of some other questions I wanted to ask since I'm working with

the police, but I'm not technically with the police, so...

I don't really have the authority to do anything.

Hey!

I caught you trying to plant evidence.

What? I never did that, ever. Quiet, Miss Tassione, or I will ask you to

this rehearsal.

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

performances. Quinn, I want you to go further.

Hey, does he need to be touching her? No, he does not. Remember, this

Elspeth, She is the personification of corruption.

She pretends to be innocent, but really it's only a ruse to persecute her

perceived enemy.

I think I just got caught up in the tote bag. Do I have to carry so many? Yeah,

she really can't handle it. I don't know why I keep casting her. I mean, I do.

We all do. Quiet.

Mateo, Quinn needs some kind of support. Could we get her some shoulder pads? I

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

Oh, really?

Maybe I was too busy creating costumes using old uniforms and duct tape.

I should be thinking more about Quinn's delicate shoulder.

Hey, leave this poor girl alone. Quinn, I'm here for you for whatever you need.

Yeah, I'm here for you. Thank you. Hello, Mateo.

Oh,

I see the fashion police finally got you.

Well, that's it for today.

Tomorrow, we will begin with the scene where Elveth frames Vanessa.

Do you find the play interesting?

Oh, yes. It's like you held a funhouse mirror up to my life and then hit me

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

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

I'm the most hated person here.

Well, I was until you arrived.

I just don't understand. How can they just hold her in there indefinitely?

Toussaint is taking Crawford's death out on Elspeth.

And the fact that she had a record in Chicago doesn't help matters.

What if we go to the press?

Get some reporter at the New York View to write something sympathetic. That

won't be easy.

After Van Ness' divorce and her presence at Crawford's assassination... Even

though she did nothing wrong? I'm on your side, Detective Blanc. I know.

Sorry, Captain.

It's just... I'm leaving on assignment in a few days.

And the thought of her not getting out before then... It all comes down to that

Judge Doosan.

Maybe I can appeal to the better angels of his nature. Are you sure you want to

do that, sir? It might be seen as inappropriate.

That's the least I can do.

And you know, I can be very persuasive.

I hope so.

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

Hey. Oh, hey, Rocco.

I was wondering, can I ask you a favor? I finished reading the book that I

borrowed from the cart, Further Echoes in the Gulch by N .D. Longacre.

Such a page -turner. I even read the cryptic love messages written on the

covers.

Do you think that's a way to pass messages between the male and female

Or between people in the same wing.

Aw, that's sweet.

Oh, but, um, listen, listen. Uh, I was wondering, do you think maybe that you

could, um, take me to the library and I could check out something else?

Uh, I can't.

I'm in trouble with the warden today.

Oh, no? What kind of trouble?

She caught me watching cat videos on my phone while on duty.

Oh, boy.

That can happen.

Sometimes Captain Wagner will come into the office unannounced, and I'm looking

at bucket hats on Etsy. Captain C .W. Wagner? You know him? Yeah, he's my

Was?

Maybe.

Why? I really want to be a cop, so I read all about the NYPD.

He's one of the best. He is. I would love to introduce you someday. I mean, I

would love to be able to say, this is Rocco Bellini.

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

Mr.

Mardarian?

Mr. Mardarian?

So, it looks like he was stabbed in the back, but... Don't see the murder

weapon. Don't touch anything!

Did he always eat ramen while writing scripts?

That is such a distinctive smell.

The warden was in the men's wing. She'll get here soon.

We should check the temperature of the broth. It might help with time of death.

Excuse me. Do either of you have a thermometer?

Gosh, what is that smell?

How the hell did this happen?

We don't know.

What are you doing here?

I was just going to trade one book for another.

Okay, pick one and get out.

Actually, I think I have more interesting things to occupy my time.

You said I should come to you with any issues. I figured finding a dead body

qualifies. Yep, and it happened on my watch.

I imagine it's unusual for someone to be murdered in such a secure setting.

Yeah. Well, the library is one of the few places that the security cameras

don't reach.

Plus the kitchen and the laundry.

It's frustrating because I like to know what goes on in every inch of this

place. Yeah, there's just so many things I can't quite figure out. Put it down.

Sorry.

I mean, don't worry about it. There's a crack team of investigators on the

outside who handle this sort of stuff.

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

Everyone has a bad day.

I just wonder, where are they going to start? Because they're alive. of people

in here who hated alex madarian true and it happened during activity time so

it's hard to know people's whereabouts i do notice that you allow people a

surprising amount of personal freedom look a lot of these people they're

pampered elites and they need to feel like they're still in control of their

lives or they don't stop belly aching so we have arts and crafts we have play

practice i love arts and crafts okay well have at it will you just Keep your

head down. Yes.

And you'll be fine. Thanks. Okay.

Oh, and, uh, you know, if you get sick of the food or the ramen,

I have some lean cuisine.

Thank you.

Huh.

Ooh, I love all your toads.

I carry a bunch of toads.

My friends, they, uh, they like to make jokes about it sometimes, but, um...

I know it comes from a place of love.

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

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

Something to look forward to, then.

I want a slight break on the cuff. I don't want to see it bunch up on the

but I don't want to see any sock.

No bunching, no sock.

I fix, I fix.

Doug Dussault.

Captain Wagner.

Funny, I would have thought you bought off the rack.

I'm here on official business.

Give us a minute.

Careful, you're still pinned.

I think I'm going to enjoy this.

Go ahead, say your piece.

You need to know, while working on her consent decree, Elspeth Tassioni has

solved a number of important murder cases.

She should be given the benefit of the doubt. She should not be behind bars.

And yet she is. Because of you.

Now, look, I understand the death of a fellow judge is... The death of?

Milton Crawford was gunned down on the courthouse steps in cold blood while

friend, Elspeth Tassioni, stood by and watched.

At that moment, Captain, the world changed. There is no benefit of the

Not anymore.

That woman has proven herself to be a threat.

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

Is that all?

Your sleeves aren't even.

Billy, I just got here.

The investigators want us to search every cell until we find the murder

And I...

Need to get back in the warden's good graces.

Oh, right.

Cat video gate.

Uh -huh.

But could a prisoner really have something that deadly just hidden away?

We top escape wild stuff all the time.

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

Which I've seen you've been to.

Too much?

No, I do. Of course, I've seen all kinds of things used to kill people.

Golf cart, blender,

cat dander.

Clear. Oh.

Thank you. Mm -hmm.

I can't stop thinking about the murder.

You're just lonely.

Try to make friends with the other inmate.

Hello, Quinn.

I thought you might want someone to walk with.

Oh, I see your limp went away.

No, it's still there.

Wasn't it the other limp? What do you want, Elsa?

Oh, I just wanted to tell you that of all the people I caught, I think you

be the smartest.

The way you set up your alibi with that Zoom meeting, that was genius.

You almost did get away with it.

Maybe because I'm innocent?

Oh, right.

Sure. You know, I feel like I've come to know you better after playing you. Oh,

you were so good at playing me.

Alex didn't think so. What? He gave me so many notes when he wasn't hitting on

me.

Sometimes when he was.

Oh, that's awful.

Awful? I bet deep down you really hated him.

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

I was meditating, working on my next big idea.

Really?

And where was that?

Here, in the yard.

Did anyone see you?

Maybe Margo.

Meditating? It does ring a bell.

Hmm. I mean, you could be lying, though. I remember how you got rid of that

brass cupid. That was awfully clever.

And it wasn't premeditated, if I did it.

Makes it all the more impressive.

Can I help you with that?

Be my guest.

This is fun.

So tell me, Elsa.

I do still love that name.

Did you ever find romance?

Funny you should ask.

I did.

I met someone wonderful.

His name's Angus. He's a good man. He's not like most men.

Can't live with him, can't kill him and get away with it.

You mean Alex Medarian?

He asked me all about my work.

He said it was for his play, but...

He was really just trying to pick up tips on how to seduce women in here.

No! Yeah, Alex was a slimeball, but I didn't kill him.

I was actually watching a lavish ladies' marathon in the lounge. Oh, I love that

show. But I thought you were in the yard with Quinn.

I went back and forth.

Of course I was hard to catch. I killed the wrong person.

Allegedly. Yeah, that made it so much trickier.

A toast to you, Elsbeth.

What is this?

It's called fruno, otherwise known as toilet wine. No, thank you. I'm not

thirsty. You do know I'm a master mixologist, and I'm scrupulous about

maintaining the most sanitary conditions.

But it's made in a toilet.

One that I've never used, which takes extreme discipline.

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

Impressive, but still no thank you.

Just as well.

I mean, who knows when I'm going to get my next batch of supplies now that

Modarian is dead. Not that I'll miss this son of a bitch with what he

I'm not rich like other people here.

I don't have that kind of money. Wait, I thought people paid for things in

ramens. That's for the small stuff.

There's plenty of cash changing hands, thousands and thousands, and it all went

through him.

Sounds like you really hated him.

We gotta go.

What is this again? It's a facial I made out of coffee grounds.

Whatever you're doing, it's working.

You both look amazing.

We also got some LMM samples from Alex.

He does like his...

Girls, look as young as possible.

Let that sit.

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

That must have really bothered you.

You know she's baiting you.

Oh, please.

I don't have any designs on Quinn.

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

Aren't we all?

Supposedly.

So, who do you think killed Alex?

I have no idea.

I was giving myself a cucumber eye treatment at the time. I couldn't even

what time it was. It's true. She was.

If you ask me, it had to be someone who had run of the place.

Rocco, huh?

You know, could be.

It's always the quiet ones. I don't know. He seems nice.

What are you doing with the slicing?

We're not having burgers.

Well, this plastic knife isn't exactly sharp. We do the best with what we have.

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

Well, I mean, I'm not the first Del Ponte to grace these hallowed halls, you

know?

My Uncle Vinny, he was legendary.

Oh.

I love my Uncle V. He used to sign his birthday cards like he'd make the V into

a little heart.

Sweet.

Why was he legendary?

Well, the story goes he was digging a tunnel to get out, but he never finished

it. Probably because his girlfriend was in the woman's wing, and he didn't want

to leave her.

That is so romantic.

My Aunt Loretta hates that story.

Look at you go.

This is how they did it in Goodfellas. Is that a razor blade?

I made it in arts and crafts.

But you gotta run it under cold water or it cooks in your hands.

Why? What's it made of?

I figured something out.

Is that a pom -pom vest?

Yeah. Arts and crafts.

Which is where someone crafted the murder weapon out of... Ramen.

Just like Puppetta's razor blade.

Puppetta made a razor blade?

Just to slice garlic.

But whoever killed Alex could have made a knife sharp enough to stab him out of

ramen.

And then they dropped it in the bowl of hot water to make the murder weapon

disappear.

Wow. That makes sense.

I mean, you would not believe some of the stuff Rockwell and I have grabbed

of people's hands over the years.

What do you usually do with it?

Well, if it's turned into food that they stashed away, I make them eat it.

Hmm. Good job, 24602.

This is a real breakthrough.

Uh, how do you mean?

Coppola Del Ponte, you're under arrest.

for the murder of Alex Magdarian. Oh, wait, no, no, no, no. She didn't do it.

She needed Alex to get her anchovies. And the ramen at the crime scene didn't

smell like garlic.

You did this?

And now, the Ellsbert murderesses in their rendition of the suspect.

Hang on.

I met Alex Modarian in the library. I like to go there to read press coverage

my wrongful detention.

It's hard not having photo approval.

Anyway, Alex told me I have the makings of a great actress.

Now... I have enough daddy issues to know what was going on, but he told me

had connections at Vanity Fair who could help me achieve my media plan.

Of course, I checked it out.

Connections, my ass.

He once sat behind Tina Brown at a screening.

Miramax, nobody lies to me. I lie to them first.

So you killed him?

What if I did?

the slop they serve around here. I had a standard Pucanesca order.

Tomatoes, anchovies, olives, capers, garlic, and extra virgin olive oil. He

to make this joke about me ordering extra virgin.

Ha ha. I told him, you make that joke one more time.

And he did.

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

Oh, he's dead.

Funny coincidence.

by with his book cart, we started talking about theater.

Turns out we both had an appreciation for the plays of August Ginberg. He put

his hand on my knee, told me he thought I'd be perfect for the cold, vicious

wife in the dance of death.

Here's the thing about me.

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

I met him on the outside.

He'd come to my office for consultation.

Not for himself, no.

For his actress girlfriends who are beginning to look a little 30.

A guy like that?

Good for business, but rotten for the human race.

There's a verdict.

Well, as I tell my patients, I could take years off your life.

Alex Medarian is the kind of man that drives women to hire a matchmaker.

He had what we call BDE, big director energy.

He found me on the yard one day and asked me to be in his little jailhouse

theatricals. He said he could tell by looking at me that I could sing and

the house down.

He could tell by looking at me.

I admit it.

I hated that man, and I hated that he was right.

where I just went.

Yeah, people tend to imagine themselves anyplace else, even if it's just a

better jail.

The dead guy, Alex, thought he was getting transferred to a nicer facility,

with a tennis court.

That doesn't sound right.

Well, that's what he told me.

Poor guy didn't make it.

I've tried every connection I have.

No luck.

So I'm not going to see her again before I go.

We don't know that.

We have a visitor.

So, I had an idea.

I kept going back to what incredible bad luck it was that Judge Crawford was on

the bench for the Mertens case when he was the one who killed Andy Mertens.

Allegedly, but yes.

I mean, what are the odds? But then I thought, well, what if it wasn't luck?

I looked at the public records and I found Crawford wasn't the original judge

assigned to the case.

Who do you mean?

It was Judge Dussant, the judge that put Mom in jail.

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

Oh, this is good, Teddy.

You'd make an excellent detective.

What? No.

Okay, we have to find out everything we can about Dussant's connection to

Crawford and the Mertens case. I'll get on it. No, you have too much on your

plate. Officer Chandler!

You got something for me?

Is it to help, Miss Tassione? Whatever it is, I'm on it.

Yes.

Vinnie Del Ponte's secret tunnel?

It's a great mafia myth.

It doesn't exist.

Oh. One other question.

Alex Madarian thought he was being transferred to a cushier prison soon. Is

true?

That means something, doesn't it?

He had a meeting scheduled with the DA for the day after he died.

Do you think he was trying to...

Make a deal?

Well, what would he have to offer?

The place.

The place?

I mean, maybe he was gathering information on the others for the DA to

their trials, and, I don't know, maybe one of them found out.

Or maybe they all did.

That's a serious motive.

This is great work, Alice Beth.

I need you to find out more.

Okay, you are my eyes and my ears on this whole thing.

Rupetta. Oh, you're back in your cell. That's good.

Listen, I am so sorry.

Oh, it's fine.

So you're the new trustee, huh?

I can't pay my vig right now. We have to wait till Gene Jr. comes to visit and

brings more cash.

Oh, that's okay. I have no idea how to procure capers and anchovies anyway.

But can I offer you a novel by N .D. Longacre?

Hmm. My Uncle Vinny. He loved her.

Huh. I wouldn't have thought... Wait.

You said...

Your Uncle Vinny used to turn his first initial into a heart on your birthday

cards. Any chance? Does it look like this?

That's my Uncle Vinny's handwriting.

Really? He could have been sending this message to his girlfriend.

Oh. Cook in the sheets at eight.

Do you have any idea what that means?

I just caught a flash in my sock.

Because you move your foot.

I think they... Judge.

Didn't we already play this scene?

Officer Chandler has been digging into your recusal from the Andy Mertens

trial. I found some interesting stuff.

Very interesting.

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

I asked Judge Crawford to take over for me because of a scheduling conflict.

You were invited on a junket paid for by a major donor to the Historical Law

Society. That's totally legal.

He had no business before my court.

Do you really think that was a coincidence?

The Historical Law Society has been cleaning up messes and protecting Milton

Crawford his whole life.

They got you out of there so he could preside over a murder trial where he was

the murderer.

If you had any proof, you would have charged Crawford before he died. But you

didn't.

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

There's one other detail.

You didn't go alone.

On that junkie.

You took a woman.

Who was not your wife.

I tracked down an employee at the hunting lodge.

Very nice.

A little indiscreet.

That woman that I brought was my secretary. No.

We checked.

Chloe is a consultant.

So.

about Elspeth Tassioni.

This is inedible.

Well, I'm not allowed in the kitchen anymore because someone got me in

I said I was sorry.

Does anyone remember when that fancy chef was here?

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

I think she killed a sous chef.

You mean her prep cook.

That's what it was.

the events of the last few days have been upsetting, but I want to assure you

all, proper measures are being taken and you are all safe.

Are there any questions?

Hi.

Yep. Hi. I just think that people will only feel safe when the mystery of who

murdered Alex Medarian is solved.

And it wasn't me.

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

they haven't solved it yet.

But I have.

It wasn't easy.

Because there are a lot of people in here who had strong motives and weak

alibis. But that's because all of the wealthy...

have been given so much freedom to move around by the warden. And that helped

you with your plan because you killed Alex Medarian.

Oh, you're crazy.

Oh.

How disappointing.

Officer Bellini, get her out of here. No. We all want to hear what she has to

say.

Oh, this is... It's ridiculous.

Okay.

What motive did I have?

Alex was about to meet with the DA to offer information in order to be

transferred to a better prison. But the information that he had wasn't about his

fellow inmates.

It was about you and the black market that you run. I don't know what you're

talking about. Yes, you do.

You only pretend not to as a cover. I don't want to see. I don't want to know.

Yeah. You.

were the source of all of the contraband that Alex was selling. Stuff that you

snuck inside, inside your tote bag.

Believe me, I know tote bags.

You store it all in that way too big refrigerator with the padlock. Nobody

the padlock.

That's not true. Alex collected all the cash and gave it to you.

But he was going to turn the tables, so you stabbed him in the back.

Really? With what?

That bowl of ramen by Alex's body had such a distinctive smell,

and I just couldn't place it. It wasn't until I heard that Chef Veve was in here

that I knew.

I took her maestro class and learned to cook like her, so I know the particular

blend of herbs and spices she always used.

But how did the smell get in the bowl if Veve left?

Months ago. Because what was in that bowl was the murder weapon.

You all remember Chef Beeb? She would have never been satisfied with the black

knives that are allowed in the kitchen. No, she would have made her own knife

out of ramen in arts and crafts, just like Pupetta's razor blade.

So you grab that ramen knife out of Chef Beeb's hand, just like you grab all

the other homemade weapons, but you didn't make people eat.

That one, no, no, no. You kept it for yourself in case you needed it.

Unfortunately for you, you never washed it. At least not well enough.

So, when you used it to murder Alex and then dropped it in the bowl of hot

water, thinking, you know, it would eventually incriminate one of the

who are obsessed with ramen, it still had the mark of Chef Thief.

Dating the weapon and leading straight, that's it.

To you.

You still got one problem.

I was in the men's wing that whole morning. You can check the security

that still work.

Right. Yes, that was the day that you caught Rocco watching cat videos on

his phone. Who doesn't love those?

But here's the thing. You usually wear your noisy shoes to intimidate us.

Clacking on the freshly waxed. But this day, you were able to sneak

up on Rocco without him even noticing.

Why? So I put on a pair of sneakers.

How did I get from one wing to the other so fast?

Behold! Vinnie Del Ponte's secret tunnel.

Well, actually...

More like a hole in the wall that he could crawl through to meet up with his

girlfriend. He wrote to her in the back of a Longacre novel, cook in the sheets

at eight, arranging their next assignation.

Cook, sheets, kitchen, laundry.

The secret passage that let you slip from one wing to another, giving you an

alibi until it didn't. You're coming with me.

Good job, Officer Bellini.

Why did you go through all that trouble? The guy was a jerk who died in prison.

Who cares?

The truth always matters.

Without it, we're lost.

Come on.

So she was our supplier?

Yep. Taking your money and jacking up prices the whole time.

Great. First you ruin our lives, then you ruin prison.

Well...

I've been working this job for decades, and I've never been poached. I'm a

little jealous.

Well, I just wanted to say thank you. I've learned so much from each one of

Well, we've learned a few things from you two. Good luck, Kaya.

Captain.

Oh?

What happened?

We did our best to get through to him.

And I think maybe we did.

Thank you, Elizabeth, for your friendship and for being such a good tag

Lacey or vice versa.

This isn't goodbye.

I know.

I'll be back. Okay.

And if you miss me, just look around and pretend that someone you see,

anyone at all, is me undercover.

I'll do that.

A toast to my landlord and my girlfriend, who happen to be the same

The good thing about an undercover assignment, I hear, is that they always

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

To Kaya.

To Kaya.

Beat, beat, beat.

I am not one for speeches. I'm actually trying to stop blurting stuff out.

I would actually like to hear from my newly free best friend.

Oh.

You're Shirley Temple.

Thank you.

Oh, goodness.

I don't know what to say.

I just love Kaya so much.

And what she's doing is so brave and such an inspiration.

You're here. You're here.

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

I mean, maybe it always was, but it seems especially hard right now.

I had some time where I just was to think about whether I should just give

up and go someplace else.

How is Angus?

He's fine.

Yes, he is.

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

And I think that's amazing.

And we will keep loving her for as long as she's gone.

And when she comes back.

Mm -hmm.

But I think this is where I'm needed.

Here, with all of you.

So, to Kaya.

who's going on a new mission, and to all of us who are staying for hours.

Cheers. Cheers.