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So Help Me Todd... Maybe Aunt Patty

could come down.
I don't want Aunt Patty to come down.

When's the last time
you were in a cemetery?

Dad.
Yeah, me, too.

I'm not a client.
TODD: You're Susan's fiancé.

(sighs)

TODD:
You kissed me, in my office,

and now you're just like,
"No, it never happened"?

Oh, it's really starting
to hit me.

(chuckles) Susan,
you'll be fine.

I was also petrified
on my first day

of my first trial
as lead attorney,

and the surprise witness was
my high school boyfriend Chip.

But I still won,
and you will, too.

I feel like I can't breathe.

It's a simple civil trial.

You can do this.

I'm gonna run upstairs
for a quick hearing,

and I'll be right back
down to see you in action.

Okay? Yes.
Okay.

You're going
to kill it.

(exhales)

And we will prove, beyond
a shadow of a doubt,

that the Total Eclipse
Shampoo company, um,

caused my-- caused
my client, Ms. Hayes,

to suffer from
first-degree...

to-to suffer from
loss of hair,

loss of motor function,

and-and second-degree
burns to her head.

Through our independent testing,
we will show

that this batch of
shampoo was tainted

with dangerous chemicals,

and that the Total Eclipse
Shampoo parent company was...

(woman coughing)

Ma'am, are you okay?

(others shouting, screaming)

MAN: Someone get a doctor!
WOMAN: Is she okay?

MAN: Somebody call 911!
WOMAN: Is she breathing?

What's going on? What...

What is going-- Oh, my God.

Oh, my God, what happened?
What happ...

Susan?

Well, I killed it.

You put it in the microwave
for 30 seconds,

it tastes a billion times better.

Whoa, holy...

A juror on Susan's trial died?

Uh-huh. Well, wait,
What do you mean "unnatural"?

It wasn't a stroke?

She was poisoned?

NEWS ANCHOR:
Yesterday, a juror died.

And today, another juror
was taken into custody

for suspected murder.

What's happening?
They arrested juror number three.

FRANCEY:
Oh, my God in heaven. That's Amy Morelin.

TODD:
Who's Amy Morelin?

Rose Festival Queen. 2008?

That's Queen Amy?
Yep.

TODD:
Oh, my God.

She looks exactly the same,
but older.

And in custody.
She looks good.

And what did the police say?

The water bottle
under Irene's chair

was tainted with a poison
made from plant fertilizer.

And there were only two sets
of fingerprints on the bottle.

The dead juror Irene's...

And Amy's.

Yeah.

(sighs):
Oh, God.

Amy works as a florist.
At a gardening shop.

Access. What about motive?

Well, there was the tape.

LYLE:
Day before the murder, courthouse parking lot.

MARGARET:
Mm-hmm. That's Amy, that's Irene.

Mm-hmm.
No sound, unfortunately.

But from the looks of it,

they did not like
each other, at all.

But Amy seemed so
nice, and smart.

I thought that she would be
my alpha juror.

And she's moving to New York
next month

to start law school at Cornell,
just like I did.

It's just hard to believe that
she would jeopardize all of that

by poisoning someone.

But she wouldn't.

She had her whole
life ahead of her.

She was Rose Festival Queen.

Who may have thorns
we don't know about.

I'm going to get all
the files from the trial.

MARGARET:
Close the door behind you. Yeah.

(crying):
Margaret, my first trial.

And that poor woman
was murdered,

and another one is just gonna
go to jail for what, forever?

I just can't stand it.

Susan, I know. It's awful.

But there is nothing
that you can do about it now.

You're a witness

to the murder.

But you could represent her.

I mean, you always told
me to trust my gut.

And Margaret, in my gut,

I know that Amy
did not murder that woman.

Help her.
Please, Margaret.

Help me.

(beeping)

So, the fight, in
the parking lot.

I think I maybe stole

a parking space
from her, accidentally?

I-I really don't know.

I, uh, I didn't see her.

And then, when I
got out of my car,

she just started
screaming at me.

And you gave it right back.

Well, she was yelling and
I didn't even know who she was.

I was so surprised to realize

that she was the person
on the jury with me.

But I never would've killed her.

And you never met her
or spoke to her or knew her

anywhere ever, before that?

No. She was just
some random lady.

Who died.
(moans)

(exhales) This is just
so messed up and awful.

Uh, you're a local celebrity,

and that-that might put
the jury on your side,

or it may turn public
opinion against you.

I mean, people
love nothing more

than a salacious story about
a fallen local celebrity.

I was 18.

I was Rose Festival Queen
for one year,

and there have been
15 Rose Queens after me.

I'm not a local celebrity.
I'm local history.

(laughs softly)

The evidence against you
is circumstantial.

I believe that the police
made you the prime suspect

because it was
the simplest solution.

So a large component
of your defense

is going to be pinpointing
an alternate suspect.

You mean figuring out who
really killed juror number nine.

Exactly.

Oh, my God. Wow. Queen Amy.

You're out.

And about. You're here.

Yeah, I'm allowed to leave
my house arrest cell

to see my lawyer,

Huh.
thanks to this stylish ankle monitor

and the armed driver
waiting for me downstairs.

Well, I'm Todd. I'm the
investigator on your case.

I was actually a junior
in high school

when you won
Rose Festival Queen.

Were you at Jefferson with me?

Uh, no, no, I was at Wilson.

I mean, now it's Ida B. Wells,

but yeah, I just remember
seeing it-- you, on TV.

(chuckles)
Wilson.

Oh, your Princess was Kelly.

She was so sweet.

So, if you're the investigator,

um, does that mean that
there's any new information

to know about?

Any clues, suspects?

Uh, no, not yet, but soon.

We're-we're just starting
to look into it now.

Uh, maybe this is weird,

but could I give you my number?

And then maybe
you could call me

and you could update me
on any new developments?

Otherwise I'm just gonna be
in my apartment obsessing.

Sure. Um, yeah,
let me just, uh-- Here.

Just put your number
in my phone.

Unless your girlfriend
is gonna be upset to find

some strange lady's
phone number in here.

(chuckles)
Nope. Uh...

No girlfriend.

And no other Queens
in my phone, either.

Except for Queen Elizabeth.

But you know. RIP.

And Freddie Mercury, of Queen,

who was always changing
his number. And also...

BOTH:
RIP. (laughter)

My elevator's here. I got to go.
Oh, yeah, yes, yes, go.

(timer dings)

Patty,

how long are you
planning to stay?

(chuckles)
Well, with a view like that,

why would I ever leave?

It's breathtaking.

I can't imagine why Harry

wouldn't have wanted
to live here.

Okay, let's not talk
about things like that.

Okay? Not now. Private things,

on this visit,

for once. All right. Oh.

You're making a pie? Oh!

You're holding up
your little pinkies

like Mom did
when she baked.

No, I'm not.

You're not putting the cinnamon
in before the butter, right?

Yes, Patty, I'm making
the family recipe.

No, that's not the way
to do it, though.

I actually wrote down
the family recipe.

Oh, you wrote down the family
recipe in my handwriting?

That's not your handwriting.
It is my handwriting.

That's me. I did...

Don't put it in.
You don't put it in. I put it in.

You have to...
There, it went in.

That's the family recipe, okay?
That's what I did. No...

(doorbell rings)
Ooh, the kids are here.

PATTY: See?
MARGARET: Patty, it's fine. It's fine.

Oh, Todd, I looked up
that poison you mentioned.

What poison?
I don't know what other conversations

you're having with other sisters
about poisons,

Right.
but the one that you mentioned to me

is actually
parloxid blutominide.

And yes, the Rose Queen
could have made it herself

using... common fertilizers

and simple instructions
from the Internet.

We do through this whole poison
treatment module in the ER,

and that one
is particularly volatile

and fugacious.
Which means?

Short-lived.
Which means?

If the delivery system is water,

it's only potent
for about 60 minutes.

Which means...
What are we talking about?

ALLISON:
Uh, the murder.

The Rose Festival Queen thing.

Ooh. Yeah.

Okay. Well...

Let's see, okay.

So, the Rose Festival
is basically Portland's version

of the Miss America pageant,
so every high school

selects a senior
for their Rose Princess,

then, at the festival,
a Queen is elected.

She gets a scholarship,
she gets a whole new wardrobe...

Uh, Patty,

I-I know. I'm from here.

Mm-hmm. You know, your
mother would have killed

for you to have been
a Rose Princess.

Never.
Or to have been one herself.

But I guess this Rose Queen
really did kill somebody.

Boy, she snapped
and beheaded a judge, was it?

No one was beheaded, Patty.

Oh, yeah, well, I think

that's for the jury to decide.

What are these?
CHUCK: These are the placemats.

Those are-- No, those aren't.

What do you mean?
Those are not the ones that we use.

These are the ones
we always use.

No, we never use those. Um...

So, uh, what brings you
to town, Aunt Patty?

Oh, well, there's
a ceremony for me. Oh.

A little cocktail party.
I want you all to come.

I donated
some money

to a refugee organization
of sorts, and now

they're dedicating a wing
of their building in my honor.

And I just like to come in on,
you know, during springtime,

when it's all colorful

and there are flowers
and it's so pretty, you know.

By this time next year
I'll be blind, so...

I'm trying to soak it
all in while I can.

What could have compelled
that sweet, poor little girl

to execute somebody?

Well, I don't think
she executed anyone.

I don't think she did it.
She's very nice.

Well, maybe she's a sociopath.

Could've been
a thrill kill. Patty.

Patty? Patty, Patty, Patty. Oh.

She is my client,
and she did not murder anyone.

Oh, well, I guess
we'll never know.

Amy's a victim, Patty,

and Irene was poisoned
by someone else.

Or maybe she just up and died.

You know, sometimes a death like
that can be very convenient.

(chuckles)
Just ask your mother.

(mouths)

PATTY:
Night, Magpie.

(inhales, grunts)

All right, Lyle,
what do you have?

Security camera footage,

inside the courthouse showing
the bailiff delivering

a sealed and wrapped
case of water

to the jury room
at 6:02 a.m.

One of those bottles was found

under Irene's chair
containing the poison.

And you, Todd? What do you have?

A theory.
Mm-hmm?

Those water bottles
sat in that room, alone,

for three hours until the jury
started coming in around 9:00.

And Irene died at 9:27.

So, if the poison
is only active for one hour,

then all these
court employees,

the stenographer,
the shampoo lawyers--

who might have loved
a mistrial--

are all off the hook.

Because none of them
went into the jury room,

none of them had access
to the bottles of water.

Only one
of the jurors

could have gotten that poison
into that bottle

and into Irene's hands
in that slim half-hour window.

You know what's bothering me?
Hmm?

There are roughly 803,000 people
in Multnomah County.

796 were called
for jury duty that day,

100 were sent to that courtroom,

only 12 made it
into the jury box.

But all these selections
are completely random

and made by a computer.

That's like the lottery,
which means... That the jury

is most likely comprised
of 12 complete strangers.

Or maybe one of them shows up,

and-- surprise--
recognizes juror number nine,

has some deep, dark, horrible,
secret connection to her

and decides
to send her kersplitzo.

Kersplitzo?

We need to talk to these jurors.

All 12 of them.

I mean, nine. One is dead.

I mean, nine is dead.
The number nine.

And three is accused
of killing nine.

Maybe seven ate nine.

What I mean is,
what we really need to do--

even though we don't
have enough time--

is get the remaining ten in here
and interview them.

Find out who they are,

what they do,
what they think.

Wait.

We've already done that.

The voir dire transcript.

They were all
interviewed thoroughly

during jury selection.

If there's a
random connection

between any of them,

we'll find it here.

Okay. Okay, okay.

We're gonna need a bigger room.

Okay.

Good?
Found some photos of all the jurors,

some of which I had to
pull from social media.

All right, let's arrange them
in their order.

One through six on top...

(overlapping chatter)

This is the best picture
you could find...

It's not a beauty contest, Francey.

We're gonna solve a crime here.
FRANCEY: Can't even tell who that is.

Careful with those.
Why?

Don't bend the corners.

TODD:
I need eight...

This is five. Here.
This is five.

Got it, got it, got it.

Okay.
All right.

So, one of these jurors
is the real killer.

My money's on the bee.

♪ ♪

Okay, first things first.
Irene is dead,

and Amy is our client.

And these four: Sven, Danielle,

Kathy and Sal, never made it
into the jury room that morning.

Sven and Kathy were late,

Danielle and Sal were
talking to the judge,

and none of them
got water bottles. Okay.

TODD:
And then there were six.

Okay. Somewhere in here

is a connection between one
of them and our victim Irene.

So let's get down to it.

(papers thud)

FRANCEY:
Irene was 71 years old,

a former financial adviser
at Lehman Brothers.

And she moved
from Pasadena to Portland

three years ago to retire.

TODD:
Okay, Sydney works for...

Really? Murder Inc.?

A role-playing
board game company?

And she "loves it."

MARGARET:
Zena does not use shampoo.

And she tried like hell
to get out of jury duty.

Not Lou. "Thrilled to be here"
and "Happy to serve."

FRANCEY (mutters):
One, two, three...

MARGARET:
Rachel lives in Dunthorpe,

"distrusts
financial institutions"

as a result
of some "bad investments."

Possibly by Lehman Brothers.
Possible connection.

FRANCEY:
Okay, and the bumblebee, he does use shampoo.

but he wanted to make sure
he was "done with jury duty

in time to make
the big Ducks game."

He went to U of O,
just like Irene.

Another connection.

(indistinct chatter)

LYLE:
Hold on. This Cole looks too young to be on jury duty.

Aha, that's exactly
what he wants you to think.

Did you see the part
where he says he reads

The Wall Street Journal
every day? Baloney.

No one does that.
Irene did.

Put it on the board.

MARGARET:
All right.

It is time to bring these six in

and ask them some questions.

TODD:
Since Irene was poisoned,

do we really think
it's the best idea

to be serving them
powdered donuts?

I mean, hasn't anyone
read Flowers in the Attic?

FRANCEY:
Where are the other two?

MARGARET:
I could only track down these four.

Okay, we are gonna
bring them in,

one by one, for questioning.

Then I want you
to hold them here

so that I can bring them
back in for follow-up--

Oh, my God, give me a second.

(chuckles): Uh, Patty.
My sister Patty.

Patty, what are you doing here?

I thought we were having lunch?
Are you too busy?

Don't worry, I can
make myself scarce until...

Hello.

So you're the murderers.
That's exciting.

Is that a green-crested
cockatoo in that cage?

Very distinctive coo.
(bird chirping)

I studied ornithology.

Well, me and Vanilla Ice
are on the way to the vet,

but I'm happy to
help. H-How can I?

MARGARET:
Mr. Briggs, during voir dire,

did you speak to juror
number nine Irene at all?

No. Didn't say two words
to each other.

She seemed nice, though.

Now, what does, uh,
"voir dire" mean again?

Oh, it's French.
It means "To speak the truth."

TODD:
And, uh, Lou,

on the day she died, how did you
get your water bottle?

Oh, I... I don't remember. Uh...

Somebody handed it to me,
I guess.

MARGARET:
And Blake,

do you remember if you drank
from your bottle of water?

I mean, does it matter? You
know, did I even have a water?

I'm pretty hydrated, brah.
(chuckles)

Uh, yes. You went to U of O,

as did Irene, 40 years earlier.

Who's Irene?

The juror who died?

Uh, did you ever
run into her

at any alumni events?

Are you sure that was her name?
The old chick?

Irene?

As for alumni events: maybe?

I'm usually
pretty hammered at those.

All right, Bryce.
It's Blake.

Same thing.

So, Cole,

where do you live?

Um, Hillsdale area.

Hmm. And, Cole,
do you live alone?

Uh, no. I actually live
with this lovely older couple.

Jean and Peter.

Ah, Jean and Peter Winbar?
Your parents?

Cole, I-I don't think I actually
believe that you are 18.

Um, okay, so...

I may have lied about my age
so I could get a fake I.D.

and vote. Oh.

I-I didn't know they were
gonna give me jury duty.

W-Where do your parents
think you are right now?

A-Algebra?
Okay.

Okay, so you're the detective.

And you're the lawyer.

Like good cop, bad cop?
I love it.

I love murder.
I mean, all crime, really.

Oh, my God, I'm so excited.
Are we gonna recreate the crime?

Because I brought
the clothes I was wearing.

Uh, hey, Sydney,
that really wasn't necessary.

Is this gonna be on PDX Files?

Is Lea Luna here?

I have not had one sip of water
since it happened.

Hello?
Flavorless poison.

Okay, motive-wise,
what are your thoughts?

I have some theories.
It's either a sex crime

or someone has a twin.

Okay, okay. Sydney?
Sydney, did you talk to Irene?

Ah. Okay.

Crafting an alternate theory.

But alas, no.

I was taking notes.

All right.
Who's your front-runner?

I think...
O-Okay, Sydney.

Thank you, but you can go now.

What about my blood
and my saliva samples?

What about my fingerprints?

Aren't we lie detector-ing?

Thank you, Sydney.
We don't do that here.

This is Margaret Wright's
office.

Ah. Yes.
The glass was my idea. She wanted brick.

There's asbestos
in the ceiling.

AMY (over phone):
Hey. Hey.

What's happening?
What's the latest?

Uh, well,
we're still interviewing

alternative suspects.

But my mom wanted to ask
if you remembered

anything in particular about
juror number seven? Blake?

Oh, the bro-ey frat guy?
Yeah.

No. He hit on me,
but, like, in a bored way.

I don't think that he'd be
smart enough to...

Yeah, yeah, I don't think so,
either. (chuckles)

But, um, h-how are you doing?

Do you need anything?

(sighs)
Well, DoorDash won't deliver

because my account was hacked,

and somebody had $300 worth
of pizza on me.

Yikes.

So I'm eating all my outdated

pandemic canned fish.

Hmm.

Well, have you heard
of Todd Dash?

(both chuckle)

Yeah, Amy's not convinced
it's the bee.

And in my humble opinion,

I don't think it's Birdman,
Young Angela Lansbury

or the Boy Wonder.

Uh-huh. Well, I'm more concerned
about these two no-shows.

Rachel and Zena.
FRANCEY: Yeah.

They didn't even bother
calling me back.

But I keep thinking about this

Rachel/financial
investment connection.

Yeah, what if she lost money
through Lehman Brothers?

What if she knew Irene?

Maybe we should pay
a visit to Rachel

at 3710 Military Road?

Todd, jacket.
Francey, I'll be right back.

Wait, you're gonna leave me
here with your sister? Y-Yeah, no...

No, seriously? Margaret?
No, Margaret.

(sighs)

Pretty sure we had a VW bus
tailing us on the way over here.

It's gone now, though.

Well, Rachel has never been
part of a class action lawsuit,

and she does not trust corporations.

Oh, they always say that
to get out of jury duty.

Hmm.

Hey, what did Aunt Patty mean
the other night

when she said that sometimes
death could be convenient?

(coughs)

Mom?

Ugh...
(mutters)

Do you remember when she told us
that the-the easiest way

to dispose of our Christmas tree
was to eat it?

I mean, she's bonkers.

She makes my skin crawl.

Why?

Why do any siblings
not get along?

I mean, i-it can be awful

having someone trailing you
through life

and keeping tabs on you and...

and remembering
your every mistake.

It's like you and Lawrence.
Y-You just don't get along.

Whoa. There she is.

Mommy!
Hi. Oh.

Okay. Let's go.

MARGARET:
Hi. I'm Margaret Wright Hi.

from Crest, Folding Song.

Actually, it's just
Crest Folding now.

And this is my private
investigator Todd Wright.

Same last name. I'm her father.

Oh, yeah, I got your message,
I've just been really busy.

I'll call and get
something scheduled.

Wai-- Or-or you could
just tell us right now

if you ever lost any money
through Lehman Brothers

or knew Irene Kimpton before?

MAN:
Honey, who is that?

I really can't talk.

I can't.
Wait.

Uh, go get the car.
Go get the car.

So, not suspicious at all, huh?

We may have to subpoena
her financial records

and bank account statements,
all of it.

Wait a minute.

Where is she going?

Todd? Oh, Todd,
she's getting away.

She's getting away.
What are we gonna do?

Okay, let's calm down. I snuck
got my little friend the tNAB

into her bumper, and looks
like she's headed south.

Ooh, Todd, I could kiss you.

Well, I'd rather you drive.

Mommy!

♪ ♪

Does Rachel have two families?

Yes, I have two families.

You don't know how difficult
this is,

what a fine line I'm walking.

I fell in love with Thad,

and then I found Bryce
and his son.

That is confusing.

Do you have any idea
how many stories

I have to keep straight?

I can imagine.

I don't have time
to murder anyone.

And Irene and I were friendly.

We laughed about the whole
investment connection.

She lost money, too.

Look, we even took
a selfie together.

My second husband
got suspicious,

so I sent him this to prove
that I was on jury duty.

Question: how do you decide
which husband

to call your second?

MARGARET: Um...
TODD: Ow.

Can you please
send me that photo?

You can just email it to...

I'll AirDrop it to you, but
then you really have to leave.

Oh, my goodness.
How did you do that?

TODD:
Mom?

Ten years old, this technology.

Why don't you, uh,
send me that photo?

Oh, of course. Let me
just AirPlop it to you.

AirDrop, Mom.

Wait. You're not "Sleuthy
McSleutherson," are you?

What? No. Are you kidding me?

Well, then-then, who is that?

It's right there
on my phone. Look.

I don't know.
It must be someone else nearby.

Wait, Mom, look.

Oh, my God.

Someone is following us.

Sleuthy.

Ah. Good morning.

You caught me.
I've been following you all day.

I put a tNAB on your car.

What? Hey, that's my thing.

SYDNEY:
It's all for my investigation.

Your investigation?

Do you know how long
I have waited

to be involved in a murder?

And then it just happened.
Someone died near me.

I'm famous. I'll have a podcast.

People will dress as me
for Halloween.

Oh, Sydney,
you have to stop this.

This could be very dangerous.

And I know
who it is.

It's Rachel. She's a liar.

Two families? And
she hated Irene.

Okay, I see what you're saying
about the liar aspect,

but do you think
that automatically

makes her a murderer?

I mean, that might
just be a red herring.

Plus, I think that-- Sorry.
Todd, Todd.

Irene and Rachel
were apparently fine.

Look, they took
this photo together.

Uh, oh, my God.

What?
Oh, oh, my God. That-That's it.

What? W-What? What do you see?

No. I call this. This is mine.

(stammers) Ow!
No, no, no. Goodbye. I've got to go!

(tires screeching)

Do we go after her, or...

MARGARET:
What did she see in this photo?

TODD:
This is Aunt Patty's charity event?

WOMAN:
Thank you so much for coming.

We are delighted to honor
one individual...

Patty.
I'm the honoree this evening.

WOMAN:
Enjoy the food and drink.

All 97% cruelty free.

(applause)
Okay, so the refugees

that Aunt Patty is
helping are rabbits?

They're rabbit refugees.

And what about this food and
drink is three percent cruel?

Isn't this fun?
BOTH: Mm.

I'm so glad you're here.

Whew. I haven't had hard cider
in decades.

Hey, um, Aunt Patty,

Todd and I
were talking. Mm-hmm?

What did you mean
the other night

when you said that
"death can be convenient"?

TODD:
Yeah, a-and then you said, uh,

"Ask your Mom."
Yeah.

Oh, that. Well, y-you know.

Your mother
and your father Oswald.

Ages ago.

Uh, she didn't have
to leave him because he died.

Wait, Aunt Patty.
Mm-hmm?

Our mom was gonna leave our dad?

Yes, she was miserable.
Like Allison.

I mean, Chuck is sweet,

but we can all tell
you're unhappy, sweetie.

Your mother was
in a similar predicament.

She put some plans
into motion, but then...

(imitates choking)
Patty.

What are you
talking about?

(applause)
Oh, here it is. This is me. This is the plaque.

WOMAN:
And now, the moment we've all been waiting for.

PATTY:
"Augie Norman"?

That's not my name. Wait.

Wait, I know.

I think I donated that money
to the wild hawk rescue.

Don't hawks eat rabbits?

Oh, yeah.
(chuckles)

This is just a room
full of crazy rabbit people.

Hello.
Okay. Let's go.

Yeah.
My good word, what were you thinking?

(overlapping chatter)

I can't tell you
how good this is.

Thank you so much.

Hey. Are you okay?

Oh, yeah. Sorry.
It's just, um...

Long day searching
for the real killer?

Yeah.
Mm-hmm.

And, um, I-I know we don't know
each other very well, but...

earlier tonight,
I got this weird info

about my parents' marriage,

back when my dad died.

Oh, wow.

Yeah.
I'm so sorry.

No.
Um, do you, um...

Do you need to talk?

How old were you?

When h-he...

Fourteen.

He was a doctor.

He went to a medical conference
in San Francisco

and he had a heart attack.

Yeah.

My brother and sister
were both in college,

so my mom and I were home alone.

Together. Not dealing with it.

And now you find out there's
this whole other backstory?

Yeah.

And she was...

she wanted to leave him.

Or I guess, she was leaving him.

Well, hey, I don't mean
to talk about me

when we're talking
about you... (chuckles)

...but I-I do think
I kind of know how you feel.

You do?

Yeah. My mom was...

S-She screwed over
my dad pretty bad.

Mm-hmm.
Cheated on him,

made us lie in family court
to get custody.

It was so ugly.

Mm.
She was always good to me, though.

You know, supporting me,
wanting me to succeed.

She really wanted me
to do Rose Festival,

'cause of the college
scholarship and everything.

But I also think I knew that...

inside, she was a...

a bad person.

Huh.

I don't think my mom was bad.

Well, was she good to you?

Yeah.

(phone ringing)
Hold on one second.

Hey, Mom.
MARGARET (over phone): Todd.

Someone needs to check
on Amy immediately.

I'm-I'm fairly sure
I know where she is,

but why, what's going on?

The police think someone

may be knocking the jurors off
one by one.

Wait, what?
Why would they think that?

Because Sydney, that juror
who was following us today--

Sleuthy McSleutherson--
she's dead.

They strangled her.

Todd, Todd. Come here.
Look at this.

Uh-huh.
Sydney sent me this photo

right before her death.

What is this? What was she...

I think this photo
got her killed.

Look closely.

Right there.
Look at the gloves.

Now pull up the, uh, picture
that Rachel gave you.

Rachel?
Uh-huh.

Wait a second. Are those
the same black gloves?

Mm-hmm.

Sydney got all excited
about gloves?

Because gloves don't leave
fingerprints on water bottles.

And the real killer
put the poison in

and never left a trace.

Uh, where's that
security camera footage

from the courthouse hallway?

MARGARET:
Okay, Rachel and Cole.

Clearly no gloves.

That eliminates them.
Mm-hmm.

LYLE:
Yes, but Lou, Amy and Blake,

their hands aren't visible,

which puts them
in the unknown category.

TODD:
Hey-hey, look-look, freeze, freeze.

Stop. Zoom in.

Gloves. Black gloves.

We have been trying to reach
Zena for three days now.

I'm gonna see if Francey
has located her yet.

Zena. I knew it.

You said it was the bee.

Zena is in Madagascar.

Madagascar?
Mm-hmm.

Madagascar, "the island
off of Africa" Madagascar?

Her sister confirmed she left
yesterday on a 6:00 a.m. flight.

And Sydney was murdered
the night before.

Someone wanted to get
out of town fast.

To a country that has
no extradition policy

with the U.S. Exactly.

By the way,
your sister's here again.

She's waiting for you.

(exhales)

That wasn't your story to tell.

All right, okay.
I know. I'm sorry.

I just assumed
that they already knew.

I mean, how...
It's my family.

My children. My story.

But you were planning
on telling them someday.

Right?

Weren't you?

Margaret.

They're all in their 30s now.

Isn't Lawrence turning 40 soon?

Isn't it time?

(moans)

They should really hear it--
what really happened-- from you.

I don't know.
Patty, I-I don't know.

Oh-- Did-did you want
Mom's ring back?

(laughs):
No. No. No.

You keep it.

It makes your hand
look enormous.

(sighs)

I just can't believe
this is happening.

I know, but we're on it.

Do you have any leads?
Oh, I can't really talk to you...

Todd, come on. This is my case.

You're actually a witness
on our case.

Are you really gonna
be like that?

Like what?
Just tell me,

do they think that Amy did it?

The second murder?

Uh, no.

And she does have an alibi
for last night. Ish. So...

Ish? Is it a solid alibi?

Uh, yeah. I mean, pretty solid.

She was with me

when I found out, and...

Well, why were you
with her at that hour?

Oh, my God. Todd.

What?
She is your client. That is highly unethical.

You violated
a whole string of...

Uh, I don't think you get
to talk to me about ethics.

Is it ethical for you to kiss me

and then spend two weeks
gaslighting me

into thinking
it never happened, Susan?

That is not what I did.

Is it not?

MARGARET (distant):
Todd! Todd!

Gaslighting.
MARGARET: Todd!

Todd. Todd, good news.

Susan, where
are you going?

Turn on the TV.
Turn on the TV. Todd!

Oh, careful. Francey, careful.

We've reached Zena.
She's connecting right now

on a video call
from Madagascar.

Hi. Zena Mitchell?
I'm Margaret Wright.

Uh, can you, can you hear me?

Hi. Yes, I-I'm here.

Your assistant said you wanted
to talk about my gloves?

Yes! Yes, yes, yes. The gloves,
the ones you wore to court.

Uh... I think
I may have them with me.

These gloves?

Damn it. They're purple.

Why are you in Madagascar?

The jury was released.

I'm volunteering
on a clean water project. MARGARET: Zena,

do you remember anything

about black gloves
on any jury member?

No, I-I don't think so.
MARGARET: Darn it!

Okay. Um, Zena.

This is our juror's box.

You were sitting
right next to the accused, Amy,

who was right behind
the victim Irene.

You must have seen something.

Okay. Look.

I'm you. Okay?

And you were sitting right here.

Okay? Uh, Todd, uh, sit down
in chair number nine.

Wait, so I'm Irene? Really?

I feel more like I'm more
of a Sal or even a Cole.

Okay, yeah. Put the water bottle
under your chair and...

Wait.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Zena.

On the day that you came in,
you had to walk

right past Amy's chair.

Is there any chance
that you could have

accidentally knocked
the water bottle over?

Wait, I think I did
knock somebody's water over.

It fell right in front of us,
but I picked it back up.

Oh, my God.

Okay, so Zena

accidentally switched
the bottles?

Amy's not the killer.
MARGARET: No.

Amy was the intended victim.

Someone was trying to kill Amy.

We've been looking
at these transcripts all wrong.

Not Irene?
Nope. Amy.

Hold on, hold on,
hold on, hold on, hold on.

At the very first start,
the first day...

Um...

Yes. Did we look back at this?

The judge asks to speak
to "the two jurors

who have vacation plans
that would interrupt jury duty."

Zena, Madagascar,
and... Lou, the bird man.

They were both
trying to get out of...

No, no, no. 'Cause r-remember,

Lou said that he was
"Thrilled to be here"

and "Happy to serve." See?

Why did he change his mind?

Because Lou was juror number 12.

The last one questioned.

Before voir dire, he says
he has a planned vacation.

He wants out, then after
everybody else has spoken,

suddenly, he says no,
he wants to be there.

Somebody before him

must have said something

to change his mind.

Amy.

We need to talk
to Lou again now.

TODD:
Lou doesn't seem like some maniac

or a deranged serial killer,
did he?

I mean, would he kill
two people?

(doorbell rings)

Todd.
Hmm?

Look. It's the
same table

and chair as from the photo
that Sydney sent us.

She was here.
I don't see the gloves, though.

Okay, so,
maybe Lou is not a maniac.

He's just scared.

He-He's a desperate man.

And he found Sydney

snooping around outside
his house and he panicked,

because he knew
she was on to him.

And then... Kersplitzo.

(snaps fingers)

TODD: That's weird.
Look at that photo right there.

Mom. 2008.

That is the year that Amy
was crowned Rose Festival Queen.

Who is that?

AMY:
That's Rhonda Zane.

And that's me
s-standing next to her.

That's my elbow right there.

Yeah, we were vying for, um,

Rose Festival Princess
at Jefferson that year.

Wait, Rhonda Zane?
But Lou's last name is Briggs.

She had her mom's last name.

So, you and Rhonda were friends?

Mm, more like rivals.

I never stood a chance
against her, though.

She was beautiful,
smart, talented.

Whole package.
But, um...

then something terrible
happened to her

right before the festival.

Someone...

threw bleach in her face.

Oh, whoa. That's crazy.
Who would do that?

They never caught the guy.

But, you know, poor Rhonda

dropped out of the running, disappeared.

And I heard, a few years later,
that she...

she took her own life.

Oh, that's awful. Poor girl.

So, Lou was seeking revenge.

Revenge? Against who?

Me?

M... Lou was trying to kill me?

Why? I was
always nice

to Rhonda, a-and I would never

throw bleach in someone's face.

I would never...

Oh, my God.

Wait, that-that couldn't
have been... (stammers)

My mom was always competitive,
but she never w-would have...

She wasn't that bad. She...

Um...
Do you think it's possible that-that she...?

So Rhonda would be
out of the running

and you could be Queen.

Lou blamed Amy
for his daughter's death.

Now, when he found out

that it was her
on the jury... He snapped.

A crime of passion.
Righting a wrong from the past.

And he had to do it...

Before Amy left town
for law school.

Motive, opportunity.

Right? And page 37:

Lou "volunteers at the Rose
Gardens in Washington Park."

Access to fertilizer
for the poison.

We have to call the police.
We have to find Lou.

Wait. It's Thursday.
Thursday?

BOTH:
"I have dinner every Thursday night

at Via Tevere Pizzeria."

He loves "a pizza special"!

Stay here. Be right back.

Okay.

There he is, there he is.
It's him.

MARGARET:
Oh, that's him right there.

Patty, w-what
are you doing here?

You are on a date
with a murderer.

No. Again?

Lou Briggs, you're under arrest
for the murders of Irene Kimpton

and Sydney Millcross.
No, no, no, no.

LOU:
You should be arresting Amy Morelin.

She's the one
that did it.

Her and her mother, they...

they destroyed my daughter.

All over a stupid crown.
They killed her.

What happened to your daughter
is tragic.

But Amy had nothing
to do with it.

And I spoke to her
mother in Spokane.

She's willing to take
a lie detector test.

Neither of them
had anything to do

with what happened to Rhonda.

You killed two people

for nothing.

Let's go.

Juror number 12.

I knew it.

Ladies and gentlemen
of the jury,

Total Eclipse Shampoo
and their lawyers

would have you believe
that their product

is completely harmless.

But they are gaslighting you.

Denying what they know to be
true to protect themselves.

(coughing)

(laughs softly)

Thank you for being here today,

to help me help my client
bring the truth to light.

AMY:
Poor Rhonda.

Yeah.
And Irene.

And Sydney. Ugh. Yeah.

This whole thing
is just so awful.

I'm just relieved it wasn't you.

The killer, I mean.
Yeah. For a minute,

I thought it might have
actually been you.

Me? What?
I wasn't even on the jury.

(laughs)
Well, you're very shifty,

and you were kind of
lurking around. What?

I wasn't lurking.

What do you think
about a second date?

Outside of my house. Um...

And murder-free.

Murder-free?
Mm.

I mean, what would we
even talk about?

How many times
did we go to France?

I don't remember that.

ALLISON:
You have to remember this place,

because you rememb-- you
insisted on ordering in French.

(door slides closed)
Hi.

Um...

MARGARET:
When I gave your father that watch,

I meant that.

Forever.

But you were gonna leave him.

Yes.

I overheard you guys fighting.

I mean, from my room,
I could hear everything, and...

...I know that he was mad at you
because he thought

that you were lying to him
about something.

I had rented an apartment.

And I didn't
want him to know.

Patty was gonna help me leave.

Mom, why didn't you ever
tell us any of this?

Because I wanted...

I... thought
I had to protect you.

After your father died,

I didn't want to break
your hearts all over again.

Yeah, but I had no idea
you were so unhappy.

Then we did our job as parents.

Oswald was a wonderful father.

But he wasn't
a very good husband.

It became clear that
he didn't appreciate me

or support my
career goals.

And I-I was unhappy.
I was frustrated.

And I wanted more.

Over time, he became emotionally
and verbally abusive.

And I had to fight.

For me.

For myself.

I didn't know
if I should tell you.

I-I didn't know
if I had to tell you.

I didn't know what to do.

I mean, it's really weird
to think about him,

and you, like this.

I know.

So, uh, y-you didn't leave him,

of y-you didn't
actually do it because...

Because I didn't have to.

Fate intervened.

Chuck.

We need...

We have to talk.

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