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The arts are under attack.

And we need your support now more than ever.

It's not lost on me how lucky we are. I mean, the fact that you left the pigeon

print such a generous bequest in your will. It just... It's a constant

reminder that the work I do matters.

That poetry is...

is life itself.

But I'm asking you today to consider making an additional donation.

Well, I don't know, Gary.

It's kind of like how you don't know if you can publish my epic poem with

annotations. Well, your epic poem is extremely...

epic. And I just don't know if we have the room.

Then make room.

Quest for eternal spring or the blood circus, it's my odyssey.

I am going to get it published if it is the last thing I do.

I'm not getting any younger.

Oh, Dolores, don't say that.

I don't know.

Okay, what if I come over tomorrow, and if you're willing to make a few

judicious cuts, it could be perfect for our fall issue.

Here you are, ma'am. Oh, thank you. That's so generous of you.

No, you're paying.

I want another glass of Chablis.

Don't be an imbecile and forget the ice cubes this time.

My paycheck bounced again.

I can't work for free. Can't? Let's choose our words wisely.

How much did that outfit cost?

You are not allowed to ask me that.

I'm telling HR.

I am. HR.

And if it helps, I'm not taking a salary right now either. The arts are under

attack. That doesn't mean you can take advantage of me.

No, no, I would never do that.

Not only are you the best associate an arts administrator could ever ask

for, you're an integral culture maker for the next generation.

I am?

Yes. But jobs like yours don't exist anymore.

if we don't raise the money.

Hey, maybe you could ask your parents to make a donation.

I already told you I will never ask my parents for money. You have an entire

dental floss empire.

It is my parents' empire, not mine, and if you don't pay me soon, I'm leaving.

Okay, okay, look, um, I think things might get better around here.

Dolores was coughing up a lung yesterday, and she still has that oxygen

tank. Between us... I don't think she'll last much longer, especially with the

way she smokes.

Why did you cut this? Because you have multiple other sections about your

mother's womb. This sequence needs a hysterectomy.

Womb X is essential to the womb cycle.

It's where I felt the constraints of the gestational sac.

You really remember that? It's a metaphor.

I'm putting it back.

Muse only comes to me with cigarettes in hand. Just like literary treasure

Elizabeth Bishop.

I'm trying to work.

Hey, I've got to go to a meeting.

Have you thought any more about our conversation?

About the additional support?

No.

But I did have one other thought.

Will you take the trash when you leave?

Fred, what are you doing here?

Oh, um, Dolores Fine wrote this wonderfully muscular epic poem that

we're publishing in Tempo Weed's fall issue.

You made fun of me for publishing Dolores in pigeon print. Yes, it got

back to me. No, I'm not over it. I apologize for that, but now I see.

Hers is a singular voice. Oh, cut the crap. You're trying to pooch her. She

came to me.

You're dragging your feet, so... I jumped in.

If you want to talk more, come to our benefit on Friday.

Tumbleweed can afford to comp you in. What does that mean?

What have you done, Fred?

Fred.

So, you're looking for an accountant.

Well, I asked Dolores to put us in touch for a different reason, but I understand

other organizations are asking my generous friend for support.

I'm afraid they don't have the best of intentions.

Gary, I can't say if my client is planning on changing her will when I see

her next week.

But, knowing what I know, if I were you, I'd look for alternative sources of

funding.

I haven't been able to stop thinking about the womb cycle.

I was wrong to suggest.

Any cuts.

Yeah, I told you. I think you should make the gestational sac section longer.

Can you pull it up?

Oh, shoot.

I'm supposed to be at a benefit right now. But you should keep writing,

Dolores.

Let the fires of inspiration consume you.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Why are you actually here?

Oh, just because we both run literary journals doesn't mean that we have to be

enemies. Now, where is that silent auction table?

I was sleeping.

It's literally 6 p.m. I am literally 95.

I get tired.

Oh, I thought you were a real poet like Elizabeth Bishop.

I am.

Then why are you giving up?

You said yourself that you're not getting any younger. Don't you want to

foster that genius as you live and breathe?

the exact address of your emergency.

Yes, I was just on the phone with my beloved friend, Dolores Vine, and the

line suddenly went dead.

I tried calling her back, but she's not picking up. Can you do a welfare check,

please?

Too

late

again.

Marissa! Oh, my God!

Wow, it's been years.

I know. Crazy.

I knew you were in New York, but I have to know everything.

Except where to get a miniature hot dog in time. Oh, here, take it. Oh, no, you.

I've eaten way too many of these this benefit season.

Yeah, I hear every season is benefit season now, considering all the cuts in

funding to everything.

That's why you should vote for my guy, Alec Bloom.

He wants to make the city affordable for everyone, including non-profit workers.

You talking about me?

Of course I'm talking about you. It's all I do. Oh.

Straighten your tie.

So, you're Marissa's guy.

How cute.

Oh, no, not like that. I'm Alex's campaign manager.

I am perpetually single, much to Marissa's dismay. We need the female

vote, and the women of New York tend to mistrust attractive men who aren't

partnered up. They've caused too much damage.

Wait, I thought you were a lawyer now. Yeah, that was when the law still

existed. Now I'm following in my father's conniving footsteps.

How do you two know each other? Oh, uh, Chicago.

We had some good years together.

Okay. Let's go through your speech. I've made some edits.

But I'm so hungry. Oh, take this.

But that's yours. No, no, no. I insist. I love a good New York dog, but I still

miss the ones in Chicago.

I recognize a true connoisseur. I tell you what, split this one with me, and

then tell me you still miss Chicago.

Okay.

Okay.

I don't miss Chicago.

Am I crazy or am I sensing a vibe here?

What? No.

Uh-huh.

Okay, we gotta go.

So nice to see you, Elsbeth. I hope you enjoyed meeting the future mayor of New

York. Oh, bye.

That Alec Bloom is quite charming, isn't he?

He's something, all right. And here I was thinking you were my date.

Platonically, of course. Yes.

Well, that's how I feel about him, too.

I just met the man. I don't even know if I want to be his friend. Elizabeth

Tassioni, are you blushing? No!

Stop!

I'm just excited because I ran into a friend from the good old days.

Enjoy. Here we go.

Another benefit, another droopy salad followed by unseasoned chicken.

If you're sitting in this room, you don't need me to tell you how important

the Coalition for Unhoused Children is.

You already know.

You may have read that I was unhoused, too, when I was a kid.

I don't want to dwell on it because my parents did their best.

I just want you to know how much I actually mean it when I say we must make

this city affordable again for everyone.

enjoying your unseasoned chicken, Dr. Jablonski.

It might be fish, but who can tell?

It's so nice running into you. I have to come to these things all the time for

work, but your generosity is inspiring.

Oh, and I've been meaning to send you my condolences. You were so good to Dolores

Fine. An oxygen tank explosion.

What a way to go.

I was on the phone with her when it happened.

I heard her light a cigarette and then this loud, terrible boom.

The police must have talked to you for hours.

No, no, not really. They knew it was an accident.

Who knew it was an accident?

Some cop?

Oh, pardon me. I'm being rude. This is my friend, Elizabeth Tassione.

She works on a consent decree with the NYPD, which may explain her curiosity.

Gary is director of the Pigeon Print.

His journal maintains impeccably high standards, which is why I sit on the

board. Did this Dolores Fine sit on the board, too? No, but she was a big

supporter. She was a chronic smoker, despite having an oxygen tank with her

at all times.

She must have forgotten to close the valve.

I always thought that I would lose her to cigarettes, but not like this.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I should make the rounds. Go, go, go.

I feel awful.

I always suspected that Dolores never actually used her oxygen tank.

What do you mean? Well, the regulator gauge was always full.

I told so many people she only used it to get corner tables in restaurants.

But you're a doctor.

You know oxygen tanks.

What if you weren't wrong?

Captain, this is the coverage on Dolores Fine from last week. I think they ruled

this an accident way too fast.

Uh-huh. According to the article, Dolores' net worth was rumored to be

upwards of $200 million, and she had no children or heirs.

Uh-huh. So a lot of people must have wanted to get their hands on her money.

Yeah, sure.

If Dr. Jablonski was right and Dolores didn't even use her oxygen tank, then I

think it's highly unlikely that she... Whoops. accidentally removed the valve.

Captain, I'd like to look into this further, but I need a detective.

Rivers, get over here.

Yes, sir.

You're going on this case with Ellsworth.

But, Daddy, we were about to go to lunch.

Eat a sandwich in the car.

Yes, sir.

What is the case?

How often do you think oxygen tanks just blow up by themselves?

Not very often, right?

Uh, literally all the time.

Yeah.

Uh, but I respect your opinion.

You know, not only as a woman in the workplace, but as mandated by the

consent decree.

Okay. Uh, can you dig into the accident report?

I'm gonna go pay a visit to someone.

Mm.

Elspeth. Marissa! I'd love to run an idea by you. I love ideas.

I think Alec might have a woman problem, electorally speaking.

You mentioned that, but what does that have to do with me? I think you two

should have dinner.

I can get you into Via Corota, corner table, followed by orchestra seats to

O'Mary. Oh, boy.

Um, look, that, uh, that does sound like a lot of fun, but I'm just not really

looking to get into a relationship.

Is this even coming from Alec?

I'm in the driver's seat when it comes to Alex.

Meetings, policy moves, and overall image.

Isn't that everything?

You two seemed to hit it off. And he's pretty charming, right?

Did you know he's a former fire marshal?

Oh, Lord.

It's more than that. Your consent decree is kind of a magic bullet to position

him well on policing for the electorate. He wants to see how the system can be

changed from within.

What do you say?

Um, I am in my say yes to new friends era. Perfect.

I'll set a date. Okay. Read your text promptly.

Thank you.

Oh, can I help you with that?

Oh, no, you're fine.

Oh, just rethinking the feng shui in here.

Excuse me, who are you?

Elsbeth Tassioni. I'm here to see Gary. I'll show you in.

I'm Hannah Lee, the associate director.

Do associate directors of prestigious literary journals always move around

heavy furniture by themselves?

The arts are under attack.

And I'm happy to help.

Especially because I just got a raise.

Wow, it is so impressive that you have the resources to redecorate and

give raises, especially in this current landscape.

The arts are under attack.

So I heard.

But we're lucky to have generous and loyal donors.

Like Dolores Fine?

Elsbeth, right?

You work with the NYPD?

It's my job to make sure that the police do their job.

And I just want to confirm they did their due diligence with your friend.

Do you remember what you two were talking about on the phone the night she

died? Poetry.

Dolores was a poet herself.

That's why she was so invested in our press.

We lost a great talent.

Oh, did she always write in this cute little nook?

She liked to sit in the same spot.

There with her cigarette, like Elizabeth Bishop, an important poet and Pulitzer

winner. Dolores seemed so impressive.

Except for the smoking part. Cigarettes were...

An unfortunate part of her writing process.

You seem to know a lot about that.

I was her editor.

Oh.

Did you edit in this little nook? Always.

That's what she wanted.

Not everyone is so generous with their time for the elderly.

I bet you were the only other person who spent time in that apartment.

No. Actually, Dolores had visitors all the time. I ran into Fred Harrison

there. recently. Fred runs a struggling literary journal, Tumbleweed.

I was at his benefit the night of the accident.

That's kind of you, too, especially since you and Fred must compete for the

same donors.

Oh, well, we have to stick together. There's so few of us left who really

appreciate the art of poetry.

Yeah, I'm not well-versed in it. Ha-ha!

No pun intended.

Um, but someone once read Keats out loud to me, and it made me cry.

Keats can do that. Dolores too, I bet.

You devoted all these pages to her. She must have been a literary genius.

Hey, can you read some of her work out loud to me?

Oh, poetry lives on the page. But I love to hear the music

of the words. And since you love her so much, I'm sure you'll do her justice.

How about the one called Nipples of the Sea?

The cerulean azure waves crash into the creamy

solar plexus of my eyes that are also

a screaming mirror shattered.

A pussy willow bleeds on the moon.

Or is it a wolf?

Both things can be true.

Okay, but don't Cerulean and Azure both mean blue?

And why is the pussy willow wolf bleeding on the moon?

Is she hurt?

Why is it even called nipples of the sea?

It's a metaphor.

Are you sure?

I studied with Jory Graham at Harvard. Do you know who that is?

Respectfully, I don't. I'm sorry, but if you can't feel the visceral catharsis of

Dolores' art, that's on you.

Wow.

I guess you're right.

Can I take this with me? I feel like I need to read more of her work and

educate myself.

There's hope for you yet.

Great.

Thanks.

A pussy willow bleeds on the moon.

Or is it a wolf?

Both things can be true.

Oh, yeah, this is terrible.

I knew it!

Cerulean and Azure both mean blue. Yeah. And why is both things can be true in

all caps? And why is it even called Nipples of the Sea? Nobody knows.

I knew Dolores' poetry was bad.

Gary made me feel so stupid about it.

Yeah, well, clearly money was the only reason he published it. And maybe the

reason he killed her.

Well, as you said, a lot of people were after her estate.

Are there no other suspects?

Well, Gary did conveniently mention someone named Fred.

who came to the apartment.

Sir, I spoke to the maitre d' at Cetina.

Oh, that's the restaurant Dolores went to a lot.

Yeah, I was getting to that.

But I value your perspective, Elspeth, because I believe all women. Has HR not

updated their training since 2017?

I like it. Okay, so anyways, he confirmed that Dolores always got the

best table.

when she would come in because her oxygen tank was so big. It was the only

table that could accommodate it. Did he ever see her use it? No.

I also checked with the pharmacy. Even though she was prescribed oxygen in

2022, there is no record of her ever refilling it. So Dr.

Yablonski was right.

She only used the oxygen tank for show. And I spoke with the fire marshal, and

he sends his best to you, Elspeth.

He said it takes several hours for oxygen to saturate the air, even in an

enclosed space with no ventilation.

Like Dolores' writing nook. Which means Gary Pigeon could have loosened that

valve hours before Dolores sparked an explosion, knocking down his alibi. Not

so fast.

All the information is good, but it doesn't lead to murder if you can't

prove that the oxygen tank was tampered with.

And Dolores Fine was a very elderly woman. Why hasten her death?

The arts are under attack.

An oxygen tank explosion?

These cases sound dangerous.

Is it hard for your loved ones to deal? My son Teddy is the strongest person I

know. And your husband?

Oh, they're so divorced. Long before I started this work.

Boyfriend? He, um, he had a hard time.

I mean, not about this. It was a long-distance thing.

Hey, you're that guy running for mayor.

I'm not voting for you, but is there any way I can get a selfie?

I'll take the photo if you tell us why you aren't voting for Alec. Well, I work

for the MTA.

How is he going to run that with no experience?

I hear that.

And if I knew me as little as you knew me, I'd probably vote for the other guy,

too. Hell, knowing me as well as I do, I might still vote for the other guy. But

here's the thing.

I do have experience.

I slept on the F train on cold winter nights when I was a kid when I didn't

have a home.

There was this...

Conductor named Pete would always buy me a sandwich. Wait a minute, Pete?

I think I know him.

Hey, you gotta tell us to Pete, then. This is on Alec, but it's not a bribe,

just to be clear.

To Pete.

To Pete.

So,

can we count on your vote?

Yeah, we might be screwed either way, but you're the better choice,

psychologically.

We'll take it.

You are so good at this.

Both of you. I just keep telling him to be authentic.

And I authentically love talking to New Yorkers. Oh, me too.

I love this city. The people, the subway, Central Park, Times Square.

Ew. Hey.

Times Square rules. It's where the Lion King is. I love the Lion King. I've seen

the Lion King four times.

Me too.

I'm empowering a Philistine.

Wait, have you been on the hip-hop bus tour? Love it.

Have you been to the restaurant where the waiter's crew and musical numbers?

Yes. Do you know Cooper? He came to my housewarming party. I love Cooper the

singing waiter. I'll take Manhattan.

The Bronx and Staten Island too.

Do you really like all these things as much as I do?

How do I know you're not being Clintonian?

Alec is the real deal. I wouldn't be here if he wasn't. And I can prove it.

Here's Alec in front of the Lion King marquee in four different outfits.

Here's him on the hip-hop tour bus.

And here he is getting serenaded by Cooper at brunch last month.

Gosh, I wish it was always this easy to prove things.

You want some free advice? Always keep a record.

Dolores Fine was wined and dined by every nonprofit organization in New

York.

Oh, I always wondered if the juice was worth the squeeze.

Meaning what?

She never gave any money? No, not once. Not even to Gary?

I doubt it. But it was widely known she planned to leave Pigeon a large sum in

her will.

That's why I'm so surprised to see Gary at my benefit.

We had a little fight a few days before where he accused me of trying to poach

her. Well, were you trying to poach her? I wasn't trying. I did.

I made an offer to publish her epic poem with annotations, and in exchange, she

offered to change her will.

Sadly, she passed a week before going to her accountant to seal the deal. So why

would you kill Dolores when you needed her to stay alive a week longer?

Exactly. Did Gary know about this? Discretion is important in our business,

but, you know, I'm sure I did the math.

I must have made him mad.

Oh, honey, we're all mad.

The arts are under attack.

Nobody buys books anymore.

It all feels hopeless.

But Gary didn't seem hopeless.

Last time I saw him, he was redecorating his office.

You're right.

He was in such a great mood the night of my benefit. He even bid 12K on a trip to

the left bank in Paris, and he won. How did he afford that?

He must have been expecting some money to come in.

Hey, I went to a benefit too, and the silent auction was all done

digitally. on people's phones.

Do you have time stamps for when all the bids were placed?

Why, hello.

Heard you were going on a trip.

But how are you buying such expensive luggage when the arts are under attack?

Are you following me?

Hannah told me where you'd be shopping.

Oh, how thoughtful of her. But no, I'm not shopping. I'm just browsing to clear

my head in between applying for grants. How can I help you, Elsbeth?

Oh, I was wondering if I could see your phone.

You told the police that you called Dolores back after the line went dead.

And if that's the case, then that would be on your call log, right? Well, I

guess you'll just have to take my word for it, unless you have a warrant.

See, I thought you'd say that, which is why I got Dolores' phone records.

And I won't take your word for it because you didn't call her back, and I

think that's because you knew she was dead.

I didn't call her back because I was waiting for her to call me back.

And when she didn't, I knew that something was wrong, and I thought a

little poetic license would get the cops' attention a little faster.

Hmm.

That's very considerate of you, but Fred said that you bid on a luxurious left

-bank vacation at his silent auction.

You talked to Fred? And according to the bidding timestamps, you did that minutes

after Dolores' time of death.

Everyone knew she was leaving you something big in her will.

And it seemed like you were sure that payday was coming when you offered up

that 12K.

This is so vulgar.

I loved Dolores for her artistic spirit.

I wasn't thinking about her money that night, just her well-being. Now, if

you'll excuse me, I have to get back to work. And talking about this accident...

is really upsetting.

I am not so sure it was an accident.

Dolores didn't use her oxygen tank except to get the best tables at nice

restaurants.

Are you sure?

She never refilled the prescription.

We have to find out who did this.

Even though proving someone tampered with an oxygen tank when Dolores died

tragically alone sounds incredibly difficult.

Difficult, but not impossible.

Well, best of luck, Elspeth. What a tragedy.

I'm just so thankful that I can lean on my community in times like this.

Oh, yes. You all seem so supportive of each other and not cutthroat or

competitive at all.

Oh, hey, maybe I'll see you at the reading of Dolores' will.

They're always public.

Up to this moment, I've been the only person who's had access to all of

Dolores' financial records.

This won't take long.

I, Dolores Drusilla Fine, being of sound mind, do bequeath something to help the

pigeon print survive for generations to come.

My unpublished poetry.

But that's not all.

I also leave the amount of $413.17.

Less accounting fees.

The gift of her words is...

So much more than I could have ever imagined.

What about the rest of her estate?

I'm sorry.

That's it.

There's nothing else. That's all she had.

And her apartment?

It was rent-controlled.

She paid $250 a month, and she could only afford it because she had all of

you paying for her meals.

Well, Gary didn't get any money, so...

There goes your motive.

But he thought he would.

I'll try proving that.

Captain.

What is this? I dug up some photos of oxygen tank explosions.

Notice how some of the victims have discoloration on the fabric of their

sleeves. Why would that be?

No, I mean, what is this?

Mysterious redhead.

Isn't that you?

You and Alec Bloom? We met.

What?

We talked.

That's all. We had a nice time at the thing.

Can we focus on Gary and not Alec, please?

Are you saying this because you're deflecting or because you're that sure

he did it?

Both things can be true.

I saw her leaving with a box of her things.

I had to let go of Hannah because of unexpected budget cuts.

As in, you expected to get money and Dolores' will, and you didn't? Actually,

I've been diving into the unpublished works of Dolores.

It's been the only thing inspiring me in these hectic and dark times.

I know what you mean. I read this.

cover to cover, and I was so moved that I wrote some poetry of my own.

Do you think that you could give me some feedback?

I would love to be published by you, and you must be looking for new donors.

Sure.

Elsbeth, read it to me.

Really? Wow.

This is called Emotional...

hole, and that is with a W.

Father.

Father. Father.

Father. Father.

Father. Father.

Father.

Father. Father.

Shoe rack.

Mouse.

Saddam Hussein.

That was terrible.

Don't sugarcoat it. I want to learn.

It gestures to Sylvia Plath in a way that makes me want to put my head

in an oven. It lacks any technique or structure or emotional resonance.

And frankly, your voice is the word salad of a toddler.

So you hate it?

So much.

And how dare you?

Dangle your support as a way to get yourself published by my press.

I have standards. Do better.

It's very interesting because I actually didn't

write that poem.

Dolores did.

She submitted it to Fred at Tumbleweed.

You lied.

Just used a little poetic license.

You were expecting something in that will, Gary. That is the only reason you

would publish a voice that you hated so much.

Well, who cares if I hated it?

The entire point of my job as the director of a non-profit is to keep it

alive. So you lied. I was cultivating. I was trying to encourage Dolores to

donate to a worthy cause.

But that doesn't mean that I killed her. It means that I debased myself in

service to that goal. Why?

Because this world doesn't care about the finer things.

Because this world doesn't understand non-profit. Because profit is the only

thing this world cares about.

Carrie, what's happening in your field is awful. It really is.

But I know that somebody tampered with that oxygen tank.

And there must be some way to prove it.

I'm sorry about the misunderstanding in the paper, but that's the press.

Yeah, but maybe when you get a chance, you can clarify to the press that we're

not an item. Um, I'm afraid that's a no.

The New York View hasn't endorsed us, but they love gossip.

Mysterious Redhead is a good story for our campaign.

But I don't want to be the Mysterious Redhead.

I have important work to do.

Marissa, we've known each other a long time. I thought I was your friend. I

don't want to be a story or a pawn.

I'm sorry.

You're right.

I don't want to be that person.

Don't worry. We'll take care of it.

Phew. Glad we got that out of the way. Now we can relax.

Want to see if Cooper's singing tonight?

That sounds like fun, but there's something else I wanted to talk to you

about. As a candidate?

As a former fire marshal.

Hey, Steve.

I'm here to pick up a box Dolores left for me. Oh, yeah.

You know, I read some of it.

There's a lot going on there.

Sure is.

Beautiful. Thanks.

So, I guess they're investigating this as a homicide now.

What? How do you know?

Red-headed woman who works with the NYPD came by the other day to look through

these. Said that she was getting a warrant to check the clothes of anybody

who went into Dolores' apartment the day of the explosion.

Something about how oxygen discolors fabric.

I gotta go.

I need my tweed jacket.

Ticket, please.

My assistant has it, but I had to fire her so she's not speaking to me. Not my

problem. I need you to find it now.

This is what it looks like.

Please, I'm begging you.

I don't see it.

Listen to me.

My life depends on me finding that jacket. Do you understand?

If the wrong people get their hands on it, my life, my press, is over.

Your jacket isn't here, Gary.

Hannah gave us the ticket so we could send it to the lab for testing. What

lab? Why does my jacket need testing?

Because you murdered Dolores Fine after you found out you were losing her to

tumbleweed. That's not true.

Dolores was important to me. Only because you thought you were in her will

and you killed her before she could change it.

Look, you still think I tampered with Dolores' oxygen tank. I was at Fred's

benefit the night she died, remember?

I couldn't have killed her and have been on the phone with her. That just means

that you left before she lit a cigarette.

Oxygen? can take hours to saturate the air.

When you called her back later that night, though, she picked up alive.

And that's when you coaxed her into her writing nook. This is preposterous. As

her editor, you knew if you could just get Dolores to write, she would

make her way to that same spot.

Light up, and boom.

But if it weren't for a certain former fire marshal telling me how oxygen

discolors the fibers on fabric, I never would have thought to check the sleeves

of your tweed jacket.

Oh, by the way, I'm the one who told Steve, the doorman, to tell you about

the warrant because I really needed to get you here.

So that I could read you this little poem that I actually wrote.

Okay. The sleeves of your jacket are faded, but they are supposed

to be flatted.

Just admit it, pal.

You opened the valve, and Dolores fell for the trap you baited.

Just because it sort of rhymes doesn't mean it's poetry.

And your meter is a mess.

Yeah, that may be true.

But, Gary, the discoloration on your sleeves proves that your jacket was

exposed to oxygen when you... tampered with the tank.

Oh, Dolores was torturing me for years.

And she didn't even have any money.

I'm glad I killed her.

May? Could we please have Gary's jacket now?

Wait, what's going on here? I thought you said my jacket was at the lab.

Oh, sorry. That was poetic license.

As was the warrant.

Pure oxygen can discolor fabric when it's exposed to cleaning supplies.

But Dolores never cleaned her oxygen tank because she never used it. So, as

you can see, her jacket's fine. Too bad you already confessed, though.

Gary Pigeon, you are under arrest for the murder of Dolores Fine.

You know, maybe you would have realized that I was bluffing if you knew more

about chemistry.

But science is under attack.

What's going to happen to the Pigeon print?

I mean, Gary may have been a murderer, but the press was a literary treasure.

Oh, it lives on. Their Instagram announced that Hannah Lee is taking over

as director, thanks to a special endowment from Lee Dental Floss.

Hey. Ready for lunch?

Oh. You know, Captain, Detective Rivers really listened to me, and he backed me

up this time.

That's my man. Sounds like the results of mandatory HR training to me.

Hi.

Hey, I wanted to run something by you. Oh, yeah, I wanted to run something by

you, too.

Why hasn't Alec made a statement saying that he and the mysterious redhead are

just friends?

Because I won't let him.

Don't tell Alec, but I'm the one who leaked the photos in the first place.

You? I said I didn't want to be that person.

Turns out I am that person.

I need you to listen to me carefully. It's super important that you don't make

any moves or talk to anyone about this unless I tell you to.

Elizabeth Tassioni, the future of New York is in your hands.