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Straighter.

As in "less crooked," if that's too complex for you.

Jules.

Are we at an octogenarian forehead festival?

No.

Then why are there so many wrinkles?

Steam every table now.

A rockefeller is debuting tonight.

Sorry, Izzy.

Ms. Langford.

Mrs. Langford.

- Can I help you? - You'd better.

My daughter plum needs to attend this ball next year.

Is that so?

There are other debutante balls

whose barriers to entry are much lower than mine.

Ms. Langford.

- Mrs. - Do you know who I am?

- Do you know who my father was? - Of course I do.

But it seems you don't know who I am.

A Langford.

Of the railroads family, I presume.

Anyway, you are aware that my wife Gwen...

- Your third wife, correct? - Gwen is a Wallace mckee.

We were married here in this very ballroom.

No, that was your second wife.

The barlowes and the Wallace mckees

practically built New York.

My, what calluses you must have.

We belong here.

Who belongs here is at my discretion.

And whilst the proceeds of this event may go to charity,

my invitations are not philanthropic.

Plunk... I'm sorry, plum, is it?

She just doesn't fit.

But my daughter is at the very top...

Please, let's avoid the shame of begging, shall we?

Money doesn't get you everything in my world.

Your daughter plum just shines.

Or maybe she needs some powder.

She does look beautiful.

Despite that Hollywood trash on her arm.

Brando is a much sought-after escort

on the debutante circuit.

You have a vintage car collection, correct?

His father just signed on to

the fast & furious franchise.

You'll have to excuse me.

I have a tight agenda to attend to.

The lighting is gorgeous. Would you like a photo?

We can't waste friendly lighting.

Not at your age. I'm sorry, our age.

Could you unlock it?

I want the best possible filter.

- Plum, fix your hair. - See?

Mom, I told you the stylist didn't know what she was doing.

They just do not use hair spray the way they used to.

Pesky ozone layer.

Okay. Go.

Gwen.

You have food in your teeth. Or is that plaque?

Okay.

Never mind.

The lighting is terrible.

What's "au naturel"?

Buffy.

Look. I tell you girls every year, you'll rue the red.

You didn't tell me that.

Do you want my help or not?

I've tried to clean them.

Worst case, we do have extra gloves.

Honestly, I'd be psyched not to have to wear

my aunt Jackie's gross old gloves.

Your wife is causing a scene.

Gwen? Damn it.

- Apologies. Your first wife. - Paulina?

Is here?

She won't leave until she speaks with you.

She'll meet you in the second-floor astor suite.

Thank you. Tell my wife Gwen...

nothing.

Hot mama, yeah.

Hot mama.

Man.

I finished the presentation cards.-

Rouge bouchebuffy got lipstick on her gloves.

Where are the spares?

- There's one pair left -on the top shelf. - Only one?

And why is that, pray tell?

Several debs have been smoking and stained their gloves.

What is the pulmonary propaganda

behind young people smoking again?

Do we have any club soda?

Or have there been a rash of upholstery stainings

- I'm unaware of? - On the bottom shelf.

- I can take care of it. - No, no.

You get out there and keep your eye

on the little nicotine freaks.

And no more stains. Do you understand me?

Where's Paulina?

I will not let her ruin plum's debut.

The way you ruined mine?

Your what?

If Paulina doesn't understand... Sterling, shut up.

44 years ago, at this very ball, you destroyed my life.

It was my moment to ascend in society.

And everything was perfect.

My presentation.

My curtsy.

My dress.

Then you humiliated me.

44 years later,

you threw around your name and your money

and you forced your way into my ball

for your perfect third wife

and your perfect prunus daughter.

You decided you had to have your way.

So I decided I finally get to have mine.

My god.

You're half-off.

Whatever's the matter?

Where's my dad?

He'll be here any minute.

Like Brando? Where are they?

I'm sure your father will be back for Deb of the year.

If not, I will find him.

Now smile.

Don't worry, dear.

This could still be a big night for you.

But first, fix your hair.

Presenting... Miss plum Wallace mckee barlowe,

daughter of Mr. and Mrs. sterling barlowe,

granddaughter of the late Mr. and Mrs. Albert barlowe.

And now,

for the 72nd empire city debutante ball Deb of the year,

I'm pleased to announce...

miss plum Wallace mckee barlowe.

Sterling has been stabbed.

And he's dead.

That's not red velvet.

No to crybaby Alec bloom,

still crying over his privileged childhood.

Wah.

Paid for by the coalition of concerned voters of New York.

Can't wait to dive into the pomp and circumstantial evidence

of this case.

The what?

It's a debutante ball.

No way.

I thought it was, like, ten weddings.

The victim is sterling barlowe.

Fatal stabbing. I was about to speak with the ball director.

What a terrible thing to happen at such a beautiful event.

And mine, at that.

I'm Izzy Langford of the empire city debutante ball.

We're Elsbeth tascioni and detective Nina Taylor

of the NYPD.

Did you know the victim?

He was a ball attendee, and he's a barlowe.

Of thebarlowes. Everyone knows him.

How terrible that his wife discovered him.

We're just starting our investigation.

- Who is his wife? - His third wife.

Gwen Wallace mckee barlowe.

And, yes, of thewallace mckees.

Is "the" part of their last names?

I noticed the blood on the sword

as soon as they began cutting the cake.

Wow, an actual sword.

You must have good eyes.

Exacting standards are how

I pull off this event every year.

- Who was holding the sword? - Brando.

Well, plum, but it was Brando's sword.

Which makes perfect sense, because sterling

was furious that Brando was plum's escort

for Deb of the year and not him.

But I told him, no matter how unhappy he was,

I would not break protocol.

Escorts escort debs, not fathers.

Why are there plums?

So, I assume that Brando will be placed under arrest soon.

Weapons, fury and male ego?

What a deadly combination.

Sorry, Izzy.

They're demanding to speak with you.

If you'll excuse me.

My assistant Jules will fill you in

on any details you may need.

Clearly, a lot of them.

- Hello. - Ooh. Is it hot in here,

or, am I just confused?

Okay, I understand what a Deb is,

but who or what is a plum?

And don't forget Brando.

- Right. - Brando was the escort, or date,

for Mr. Barlowe's daughter plum.

Plum was named Deb of the year,

the highest honor of the Deb circuit.

That sounds like a big deal.

So, sterling was furious that Brando was escorting plum

for Deb of the year and not him?

That's news to me.

Mr. Barlowe forgot

there even was a Deb of the year ceremony.

He told me he was itching to go home after cocktails.

Jules.

Now.

Sorry.

So, sterling was either killed at a ball

he didn't even care about...

Or he cared so much that he died for it...

according to theizzy Langford.

Elsbeth. What are you doing here?

I have concerns.

The coalition of concerned voters

seemed like just the place to bring them.

You used me.

You twisted what I told you about Alec.

It wasn't anything you said.

I could just see in your eyes, you don't trust Alec bloom.

So why should anyone else?

Well, this is about facts, not mind reading.

I told you everything I know about your late husband.

Now you tell me everything you've found out about Alec.

You didn't tell me anything I didn't already know

about Milton.

Like murder?

There were things I didn't want to acknowledge,

but deep down...

I knew who I married.

What do you have on Alec?

Or is this just politics as usual?

One team has to win.

This isn't a game, Elsbeth.

Alec is that kind of slick populist

who has the potential to upend

the entire power structure of New York.

And that resonates with enough people

that you have to tear him down at all costs?

Show me the proof behind your campaign.

Do you need it?

Or do you already know enough to make your own decision?

You think the new ads are working on voters?

I don't know. They're working on me, though.

I'm not sure what to do. I mean, do I talk to Alec?

Well, that sounds like a good start.

Just trust yourself, Elsbeth.

So, what do you got?

Brando wilde is in holding.

He was M.I.A. For a portion of the evening,

the blood on his sword does match sterling barlowe's.

- We're waiting on prints. - I can't believe

that Brando is the son of thecaine wilde.

The debutante ball was comprised of who's whos.

"Who" being the operative word.

I don't recognize most of the names.

These are very powerful New York families.

Doing weird, outdated society rituals

with their unwed daughters.

Prom was bad enough for me.

Yeah, my daughter did cotillion.

The table alone for the empire city ball is $30,000.

Well, I'll stop my complaining.

I don't know.

An evening with your parents.

All eyes on you.

Curtsies.

Sounds sort of enchanting.

In a transactional sort of way.

But transactional with beautiful gowns.

Only Brando's prints on the sword handle.

Sterling's blood and cake on the blade.

You know, I love cake as much as the next person,

but that Izzy sure seemed good

at identifying blood versus red velvet at a distance.

Was she, now?

Go talk to Brando.

I didn't kill anyone.

I mean, do you know who my father is?

Yes. Is it true that he's gonna play

"crocodile" dundee on Broadway?

He's trying to intimidate us.

Well, does your father know where you are right now?

Please don't-don't-don't call my dad.

So, you expect us to believe that someone took your sword,

killed sterling barlowe, put the sword back...

without leaving prints... and you didn't notice?

Yes.

That sounds a lot like my dad's movie scapegoat 5.

Ooh, it actually does.

Well, Izzy Langford

said that sterling was upset with you.

Did you two have a fight?

A-A fight?

R.I.P. to the dude, but...

He was a little bit too old to fight.

Did you ever leave your sword unattended?

No.

Well, actually, yeah?

I was ocupadofor a bit.

We're gonna need you to elaborate.

Well, check my texts.

But, not my photos.

Well, that's a lot of texts.

From a lot of women.

Thanks.

It's that random number.

"Au naturel"? It means "naked."

I-I looked it up.

So, I got au naturel and I put my sword

in the hallway just like it says.

And, you know, I w... I waited, and I'm all pumped up

- to do, you know... - Au naturel things. Got it.

But then nobody came.

It's a bummer, you know?

I'll never find out who, hot mama was.

Don't you worry. We'll find out.

I am not hot mama. What do you take me for?

- Sorry, we just... - Do you think

I would cheat when sterling isn't out of town?

Do you have any idea how much money I would stand to lose?

The text message was sent from your phone,

and you discovered your husband's body.

It's what we would call "strange."

What's strange is, my husband was murdered with a sword.

Check my messages.

But not my photos.

I never texted Brando.

Does he want me to?

The text isn't here.

Not even in your deleted folder.

But you could have permanently deleted it.

I don't know how to do that.

Did anyone else use your phone?

A few people took photos of me and plum.

Izzy offered, but the lighting was terrible.

She does have exacting standards.

That she does.

Which is why this is all my fault.

I made sterling get plum into the ball.

It was just so embarrassing that plum hadn't made

her debut there when all the other important kids had.

It must be so fun for the girls.

Everyone is there.

- It's great for networking. - Sure.

Like internships.

Plum already oversees a staff of over 80

at the mental health charity, but sure.

Internships.

Here's our little intern now.

Plum, please help mommy with her alibi.

She was with me all night, until she found my dead dad.

We are so sorry about your father.

We were told he was upset Brando was escorting you

for Deb of the year.

That may have led them to have a fight.

A fight over me? No.

My dad couldn't stand Brando, but that's not why.

- Then why? - He's new money.

Hollywood. It's not a good look.

Brando was just hot arm candy.

Debutantes might be an antiquated tradition,

but no one there is fighting over anyone's honor,

least of all Brando wilde.

But if your father hated Brando,

then why did you pick him as an escort?

I didn't. Izzy did.

I was surprised when Izzy invited plum to the ball.

But they're thewallace mckee barlowes.

I'd suggested plum in years past,

but Izzy always said no.

"You don't know what you're talking about, Jules."

"Focus more on not mouth breathing, Jules."

We hear they made a large donation to the ball's charity.

These people will always find a way to get what they want.

A-And I've been axe-throwing enough times

to know that weaponry and alcohol were a bad idea.

The ball hasn't had swords for decades for that reason.

So why bring them back?

I wanted to hearken back to the old days.

I'm embarrassingly nostalgic.

Apologies for my delay.

I was defusing an upset parent.

Murder is upsetting.

No, I somehow announced a parent's title wrong.

More important than murder to these people.

It's so glamorous.

What's the age cutoff for debutantes?

About the same as for your jacket.

Ha ha. Good one.

So, what was sterling doing in the astor suite?

That was the holding area for families before the ball.

Who knows how they ended up in that room?

- They? - Sterling and Brando,

the boy with the bloody sword.

You just cannot trust new money.

Or so-trustworthy old money.

Did you offer to take a photo using Gwen's phone?

That is something I might have done,

but I cannot recall specifically.

You don't remember using the phone

of someone who gave you $2 million?

It's quite tacky to discuss money.

Why did it take

that donation to let plum into your ball?

She's very accomplished.

This is a world of accomplishment.

Another word for "privilege."

I feel your disdain.

But this ball is a significant cultural event.

Enough to grace the covers of little-known magazines

over the years such as dress up and life.

Speaking of "over the years,"

sterling told Jules

that he didn't even remember Deb of the year,

which means that he was at a ball before.

1982.

And that is me.

With '80s hair.

Aw.

Wait, so you knew sterling?

It's my job to know everyone worth knowing to some degree.

So, the children who attend today

are children of people who attended before?

It's called nepotism. It makes the world go round.

Or lopsided.

I don't mean to be tacky, but it's so expensive.

- How did your parents... - Well, I will say,

my father was very lucky he had only one daughter.

Why did you pair Brando with plum

if you're so against new money?

I do intensive research to make the perfect Deb-escort pairings.

Why were they perfect?

- Isn't it obvious? - No.

They both speak English,

they both love movies... And height.

Brando is a very good height.

But I will not blame myself for what happened.

Boys that age are born to hurt.

It was ever thus.

Was it?

Sterling was the escort for his first wife.

A very bitter, brutal divorce.

Paulina.

Excuse me?

We got sterling's phone records.

They're still in touch.

How wonderful.

I had heard otherwise.

My mistake.

That's okay.

You can't know everything, can you?

No.

Now, if you'll excuse me,

I have to coordinate the takedown of the ball

amidst this most macabre complication.

Of course.

The Deb world awaits.

Sterling barlowe was a grade-a son of a bitch,

the worst husband I ever had, and I'm glad he's dead.

Can you think of anyone who would want to hurt sterling?

We'll be checking your alibi.

Sterling's phone records show he called you

right before his death.

But that doesn't mean you were on good terms, does it?

Does this sound like good terms?

Where the hell are you, witch?

They told me you're here.

He was waiting for you? Why?

Beats me. I wouldn't be caught dead in that crowd.

- Too soon? - Yeah.

Well, if there's nothing else, I'd like to go.

Unless you'll let me see the crime scene photos. Please.

No.

I do have one more thing.

Your Deb ball in 1982...

it got a big spread in dress up.

Do you remember Izzy Langford?

I don't.

See my smile?

That was the beginning of the evening.

Probably the only good date I ever had with sterling.

And even then, I vaguely recall

I wasn't the only one he sent home crying that night.

He liked to spread his jerk around.

But look who's crying now.

And by that, I mean dead.

- Anything else? - No, thanks.

We'll be in touch if we have to be.

- I want to sage the room. - I don't like to judge,

but everyone we're meeting lately is the worst.

Why the trip down memory Lane with the magazine?

I think Izzy knew sterling better than she's saying.

She wouldn't let plum into the ball

until he forked over a truckload of cash.

Izzy seemed surprised when we told her

that sterling and Paulina were still in touch.

And why did sterling call Paulina,

thinking she was at the ball?

- Coroner's report. - Ooh.

So we're not going with the smarmy kid

with the bloody sword in his hand?

Nope.

Hi. I happen to know the editor of dress up,

thegisela mott, and I thought you'd like a copy.

How kind of you to come to my home unannounced.

I also know gisela.

Of course you do.

Thank you for the old magazine.

Why did sterling leave Paulina a voicemail

asking where she was at the ball?

Maybe Paulina was at the ball.

No. We confirmed that she was 11 courses

into a 24-course tasting at an absurdly priced restaurant.

Then it's a mystery.

But the voicemail... it was so angry.

I told you it was a ghastly relationship.

Horrible.

But who gave sterling the idea that Paulina was there?

- Did Jules...? - Darling?

Your phone hasn't stopped ding-ding-dinging.

Damn it.

- Everything okay? - I have to take this.

Haydn Langford, this is Elsbeth... Doesn't matter.

Will you please see Elsbeth out?

And take off that ridiculous hat.

Apologies. She isn't always like...

well, no, she is always like this.

Well, I don't mind. And I love the hat, for what it's worth.

I was just playing with my model trains,

but Izzy doesn't like me to talk about that.

Did you just say "model trains"?

My family had a little bit of a railroad monopoly,

so no one's actually worked for decades.

Hobbies are important.

One must do something with their time.

I agree.

Although my principal hobby, as of late,

is investigating murders.

Do you and Izzy share any hobbies?

Izzy has her debutante ball.

Well, that's just one night. What about the rest of the year?

You wouldn't believe the prep that goes into it

for her and the debutantes.

Wow.

Yours and Izzy's hobbies...

they seem like completely different worlds.

I know what you're thinking.

It's what everyone thinks.

Izzy and I don't make sense together,

so she must have married me for my money.

- No, I wasn't... - I'm not offended.

I know she didn't get the husband she really wanted.

Honestly, she never would have glanced my way

if not for her father's tragic death.

After which her family had to uproot

to a modest four-bedroom apartment on third Avenue.

I imagine that must have been hard for her.

What people don't know is,

I was there to pick up the pieces

when Izzy felt humiliated.

We got married, and she devoted her life to the ball.

To make right what happened to her that night.

- That night? Did she...? - Trip during the waltz?

Silly thing for a girl to get upset about,

but you know how young women are.

Anyway, choo-choo time is over, so if you don't mind.

Yes.

- I will just disembark. - No, no, keep it.

- Really? - And here.

For you.

Thank you, haydn.

This was so fun.

And much needed.

One more thing, Izzy.

Brando took a lot of au naturel selfies in a room

by himself at the time of sterling's murder.

And the angle of the stab wound

shows that it was done by someone much shorter

than Brando.

He has that good height, like you said.

So Brando has been cleared!

Next stop, investigation station.

A-A crybaby?

I mean, going through everything I ever said about my childhood?

I mean, the-the-the depths to which they'll go to.

I mean, I had to work through college. I...

Sorry, but I need you to listen.

The ads aren't gonna stop.

Winnie Crawford has proof behind what they're saying.

You spoke with her?

Wait, this could just be winnie using you again.

No, Alec, please, you need to give me more credit.

You're right.

They have proof,

so you can either own up to the truth now

or go down for it later.

Well, can't you at least own up to me?

So...

technically, I wasn't unhoused.

I had a fight with my folks, and I ran away from home.

I spent a few nights on the street.

But... the experience was profound.

I mean, what I learned about life in just those few nights

made me want to be a public servant.

When I told the story... It became this runaway train.

It made people care about housing,

so I felt responsible to keep sharing

and maybe growing the story to raise awareness.

I meant no harm.

I'm glad you finally told me,

but what matters is, you tell the truth to the public.

About everything. New yorkers deserve to know.

Well, this is just politics.

No.

If you don't tell them, I will.

Everything I could find on Izzy "Isadora" klintock.

Great.

- You good? - Tip-top.

So... all roads keep leading back to Isadora.

Her husband was so nice,

but he made it sound like Izzy's life

really changed for the worse after her father's death.

According to this police report, Atticus klintock died

in a car accident on April 3, 1982.- wait.

That's the day after Izzy's Deb ball.

That feels very connected.

Why can't people just be honest about their past?

Well, that's where we come in.

Right.

We should talk to her family.

Here's an obituary for Izzy's mother.

Survived by daughters Isadora Langford

and Raina Sullivan.

But Izzy told us she didn't have any sisters.

We're stepsisters.

When I was ten, her mom married my dad.

Isadora doesn't like to acknowledge her past,

including me.

And can I just say that debutante balls

are a disgusting display of wealth consolidation?

And beautiful gowns.

I mean, Izzy's obsession with them

is like some sort of trauma response.

Because of her father's death the day after her ball?

Not exactly. My stepmom told me

that sweet little Isadora stole her dad's credit card

to buy a Deb dress. I mean, it was on sale,

but her dad was having major financial issues.

So Isadora lied, said the dress was borrowed,

planning to return it after the ball,

but some snobby rich kid saw

the 50% off tag sticking out and decided to make fun of her.

And then he cut her dress strap with his sword

so that the dress would fall "half off."

That's terrible.

- A sword? - When her dad found out

about the dress, he was livid.

He died on his way trying to return it.

- His car got hit by a semi. - Hold on,

was sterling barlowe who teased Izzy?

- This guy right here? - I don't know

his face, but, yeah, I remember the name.

What a jerk.

Wait.

The straps.

Captain, we have the motive.

There she is. Arrest her.

You stole Buffy winn sinclair's

heirloom debutante gloves from my home.

I did not.

This woman entered my domicile

under the ridiculous guise of liking model trains

and then absconded with the gloves i-in one of her sacks.

Well, I do like model trains, and I prefer mittens.

You went to Mrs. Langford's home without detective Taylor?

Furthermore, she and detective tall...

Taylor.

They spoke to my stepsister Raina, whom I barely know.

She knows you well enough to tell us the story

of sterling barlowe damaging your Deb gown in 1982.

I totally forgot it was him.

You forgot it was the sterling barlowe?

I was wrong, captain.

You should award Elsbeth a medal of honor

for her police work in uncovering that

17-year-old rich kids are jerks.

Well, you know, I had a feeling I didn't like sterling,

but I could never put my finger on why.

So I thank you for the clarification.

And you carried that grudge all these years.

Grudge? More like a gift.

I know what haydn told you

between blows of your obnoxious whistles.

He's a very sweet man who needs a little embellishment

to make himself feel heroic.

And whilst I obviously blocked out

what happened to me that night, I carried the lesson.

It pushed me to achieve.

I now run the most prestigious debutante ball in the nation.

And I'm happily married to haydn. He's a very good man.

Who happens to have multigenerational wealth.

I love haydn.

So, in a way,

sterling was the best thing that ever happened to me.

I wish I could thank him.

Too bad he had a sword plunged through his chest.

My, what graphic language.

There is no way I could have gone off and murdered someone

and still have had that elaborate ball

run so perfectly that night.

It ran perfectly for you.

The value of the missing gloves

should put the charges in the felony category.

Arrest her or find those gloves.

I promise you, Isadora, we won't rest until we do.

You'd better find those gloves.

What did you do?

Alec has been missing events and ignoring messages.

The last thing he attended on his calendar was time with you.

If he's dead in your house, I'm going to be very upset.

We talked. I gave him an ultimatum.

God, you broke his heart? Now?

No.

I told Alec he had to tell voters the truth

about him not being unhoused, or I will.

This isn't an after-school special, Elsbeth.

This is mayoral politics.

I know exactly what this is, Marissa.

So you know Alec is the best candidate and hope for New York.

But new yorkers don't know who he is.

Untruths are-are woven into his story.

He's selling a lie.

He's selling a future for the people of this city.

A future you may have taken away from them.

Your fight is with Alec, not me. I won't support lies.

This coming from someone

who defended Peter Florrick in Chicago.

I am one voter who hopes Alec resumes campaigning soon.

We're set up in the interrogation room. You good?

Never better. Let's go.

The winn sinclairs

won't stop calling about the gloves.

You sure you didn't take them? It'd be a huge help if you did.

I'm sure.

Izzy insists that the ball went perfectly,

but this is the second mistake that I'm aware of.

The gloves and the name thing.

That was actually my fault.

- What happened? - Mr. Fischer...

sorry, sir fischer... got knighted.

But American citizens can't use titles,

so he got British citizenship.

He told me right after I gave Izzy the presentation cards.

So I ran back and put the title change card on the desk,

but Izzy must not have seen it

because she was dealing with Buffy's gloves,

so Izzy called him Mr. during the presentation.

It was a total disaster.

I'd be beside myself, too.

You saw Izzy when you put the card on the table?

No. When I heard

the mistake, I went back to the office.

I saw the card and threw it in the fire.

Izzy would have blamed me and fired me.

And I totally deserve it, don't I?

I remember those fires.

Izzy insisted. She thought it was a romantic throwback

to past balls.

Or a great place to destroy evidence.

Please don't tell Izzy.

I'd love to take over the ball one day.

- Sounds like a blast. - It is.

My hair falls out from stress sometimes,

but it usually grows back.

Izzy did something with those gloves.

The hotel wants to open up the crime scene for a wedding.

Can we clear it?

No. Not just yet.

Hello?

Presenting miss Elsbeth gudmundsdottir tascioni.

Of Ms. Tascioni's many accomplishments:

Lawyer, mother, can nap anywhere.

Knock it off. You messaged me that you found Buffy's gloves.

Where are they?

And why are you dressed in that ridiculous outfit?

It helped me solve the case. And thank you, Jules.

You got all my information correct,

unlike Izzy on the night of sterling's murder.

I'm leaving.

Wait, not without your dress.

Well, the dress that you photoshopped

onto your Deb gown in your office.

Jules found it hidden in your desk.

But this strapless dress is from 1996,

14 years after your ball.

Thegisela mott found it for us.

Your original debutante dress, as appears here,

- had straps. - Your motive

became even clearer to me when I realized

that you photoshopped your dress

to erase the humiliation

that sterling inflicted upon you.

You wanted to make perfect

the night that you say defined your life.

Speaking of balls, first on the program...

- Program? - Pomp.

Putting all of this on,

it made me realize how much pressure is put on a young Deb.

On a young you.

And then sterling ruined your dress.

And in your mind exposed your family's financial troubles.

You give that man too much credit.

Your father dying... it was a tragedy, so you married

sweet haydn and you reclaimed your status.

And then you took control of the ball,

and you wouldn't invite plum. No, no, no, no.

That is, until sterling

forced his way in with his money.

Proving that money really does rule this world.

And then you had an entire year

to prepare for sterling's murder.

To prepare for the ball.

Next on the program... Circumstance... tial evidence.

You set up plum with Brando,

knowing sterling hated new money.

Then you texted Brando from Gwen's phone,

signing it "dash hot mom." But who signs their texts?

You do.

You responded to me, "if you insist.

Dash Izzy."

- It's good manners. - You reinstated

the sword tradition and had fires everywhere.

You made sure Jules saw you look for gloves

in the office as an alibi,

and then you took Brando's sword from the hall.

But you weren't perfect that night.

Jules came back to the office with a title change card

while you were in the other suite with sterling.

And you didn't take into account

Buffy wearing important heirloom gloves.

They were disgusting old gloves from her aunt Jackie.

Aunt Jackie o.

Yes, the.

She was a friend of the family,

and everyone called her aunt Jackie. So cute.

But you couldn't return the gloves because...

You threw them into the fire after you killed sterling.

The Pearl buttons survived the flames.

Expensive things tend to last.

Here's your escort.

He called me half-off.

After everything he did to me,

he couldn't even remember my name.

You'd better turn on the news.

Is it our case?

New York City mayoral candidate Alec bloom is set to make

an announcement regarding the state of his campaign.

There's speculation he may drop out of the race.

Drop out?

Maybe.

Or maybe he'll be that rare politician who comes clean.

Or maybe neither.

Or maybe both.

Maybe.

The question becomes, what will you do?

Here's Alec bloom now.

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