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[male announcer]
In New York City's
war on crime,

the worst criminal offenders
are pursued

by the detectives
of the Major Case Squad.

These are their stories.

[gasps]
Hi!

Hi, Zoe!

Hi, honey.

Oh, come on in.

Mommy has a play datetonight.

[both chuckling]

Bye, sweetie.

I love you.

[smooch]

Aw.

- Bye.
- Bye-bye.

You can borrow these.

[cell phone rings]

Hi, there.

Sorry to interrupt, but...

I don't know how

it turned up
behind some mats.

You're very kind.

Well...

good night.

Good night.

And thank you.

You hungry?

Isabel!

Isabel!
Zoe wants to see her mommy.

Isabel?

Isabel?

Isabel?

Isabel?

[gasps]

Oh, my God!

[Detective Farley]
We haven't ID'd the male yet.

This was her place.

Isabel Harrington.
25, single.

Freelance magazinewriter.

In a loft like this?

Not unless she's related
to the Park Avenue Harringtons.

She is.

Lady Virginia's
only granddaughter.

Isabel had a little girl?

Zoe, 18 months.

Downstairs neighbor
was babysitting.

So mommy could have
a romantic evening?

They never even
made it to dessert.

Flowers are fresh.

- No store name.
- No card.

Early morning delivery
gone bad?

Mm.

Laptop stand
but no laptop.

Gone, along with her iPod
and the contents of her bag.

But, uh, the rest of the loft
looks untouched.

Because he was...
interrupted?

Blood drops from there

to here.

Then Isabel's date

came out of the bedroom

and surprised the killer?

A florist knife.

Probably used
on both the victims.

Any ID?

No wallet, just a card
in his shirt pocket out here

from SoHo Yoga.

He was fit.

Maybe an instructor?

I never heard her mention
any yoga guy.

[Eames]
She seems to have wanted
last night to be special.

Would she have done that
for a first date?

She didn't usually
bring men home, you know,

because of Zoe.

You mean, instead,
she went to their place.

[Eames]
Regan, we're not
passing judgment on Isabel.

We just need to know
if she had a man in her life.

A man, no.

Men... yes.

She had this
romantic notion

that some prince would
sweep her off her feet

and be a dad for Zoe.

Other than Zoe's
biological father.

He wasn't in their life.

I mean, she never even
told me a name.

[Eames]
An unwed mother.

Unusual
in her family's world.

That's why
she moved downtown.

She wanted to get
away from the pressure

of being a Harrington.

Said she couldn't breathe
on Park Avenue.

Isabel's father and stepmother
are coming to pick up Zoe.

[Goren]
You mentioned that Isabel
was searching for a prince.

Did any of them
bring her flowers?

[Kyle]
Not ours.
This is SoHo.

We use square vases.

Uh-huh.

But you have sent arrangements
to Isabel Harrington.

Yeah, all the time.

Um...

Last one...

was a week
and a half ago.

Paperwhites.

SoHo Yoga ID'd
Willem Vanderhoeven

as one of their instructors.

He's been in the country
for five weeks

on a work visa from Holland.

Who did he know
in Manhattan?

Just his fellow yogis.

He lived at the ashram.
His family's in Amsterdam.

He went to Isabel's
last night

to return a shoe she'd lost
after her yoga class.

So the wine and the candles--
she was expecting someone else.

Mm--Vanderhoeven died

because he was in the wrong
place at the wrong time.

"Isabel was my beloved niece.

"And the Harrington family
mourns her tragic death.

"On behalf of Lady Harrington,

"we also extend
our deepest sympathies

"to the Vanderhoeven family
in Amsterdam.

Finally, we would--"

[man]
Ernest, excuse me,
if I may.

My name is Grant Harrington.

I'm Isabel's father.

Today we are establishing
a $100,000 reward

for any and all information

leading to the arrest
of her killer.

[overlapping questions]

Mr. Harrington.

[questions continue]

[Eames]
$100,000 for
a black sheep daughter.

They're making
all the right gestures.

Black sheep?

She was a freelance writer
living in a 5,000-square-foot

SoHo loft.

Mustn't be too estranged
from the family.

Nice to have you
back on the job, Detective.

Good to be back. Thanks.

Everything, uh--Everything's good.

We were talking about
Isabel's finances.

We'll be looking into
her family trust and Zoe's.

Zoe.
That's the little girl.

Bet she has an inheritancenow too.

Who's her father?

Her birth certificate
says unknown,

and nobody's stepped forward.

Dinner at home.
Could be an old flame.

When you're done with
the florist list,

take another look
at her phone records.

[papers rustling]

Isabel and I haven't been
romantic since Bastille Day.

Now there's a holiday
that's tough on relationships.

You keep a diary
of all your relationships.

I'm a writer.
I keep notes.

You're recording us.

You'd better
start explaining this,

or you'll be working
for the Rikers Daily News.

[laughs]

Okay, uh...

I'm speccing a piece
on her murder.

Your girlfriend is killed,

and you're looking
to cash in--sweet.

Ex.

And she cashed in on me
all the time.

Every piece she wrote,
I placed it for her,

all except the last one.

And what was that about?

[sighs]

All right, look--

Wait, wait, wait.

Playground adultery.

That might be it.

She mentioned
the stay-at-home dads

making the moves on her
in the sandbox.

[Katharine]
Isabel brought Zoe here
every day.

She was obsessed
with motherhood--

music lessons,
French lessons, but now--

[Eames]
Ah, we're still in shock.

[Amy]
You were close?

We worked together
at Vogue.

We kept in touch.

Isabel always said that SoHo
was a nice place to raise kids.

Max!
Max, play nice.

We're thinking
of moving down here.

Yeah, Isabel
said she heard about

a great sublet
from someone on the playground.

Um... I think she said
he was a stay-at-home dad,

married, I think.

She was actually friendly
with someone in this park?

Friendly?
Right.

Jeez, poor Isabel,
she kept trying,

even when he lost interest.

Oh.
Who?

Dylan, the sandbox Romeo.
He's right over there.

By the sandbox.

Ladies, could you watch
our kid for us for a second?

[Eames] Uh, Dylan?
Yeah?

Those ladies
said you know Isabel Harrington?

[Eames]
- We have some questions for you.
- I have nothing to say.

Dylan, NYPD.

Dylan, stop!

Dyl--

Excuse us.

[Goren]
Excuse us.

Dylan!

Sorry, excuse us. [Eames]
Sorry.

Excuse us.

[Eames]
Dylan.

Don't make us arrest you
in front of your son.

[Eames]
Most people keep diapers
and baby wipes

in their diaper bag.

I don't know
how that got there.

Right.
So why'd you run?

My lawyer's on her way.
Maybe I should wait for her.

That's okay--
so while we're waiting,

why don't you tell us
what you and Isabel talked about

the night before
she was murdered

on this phone here?

Oh, that.

She wanted me to come over.
I couldn't.

So you stood her up.

I had to babysit
my kids.

Oh, I love when men say
they have to babysit.

If they're your kids,
it's not babysitting.

It's called
being a dad.

[Goren]
How many do you have?

Two.

Three, though, right?

Counting Zoe,
that's three?

You have the same ears.
Got the same brow.

Look, we can do
a blood test.

Look, no one knows.

Not even my wife.

Okay, Detectives,
cease and desist.

What'd you do, Dylan?

Oh, oh.
This is your lawyer?

And wife.

Leslie Mercer.

Leslie.

[Eames] Well, your husband'scharged

with possession
of marijuana.

A little weed.
Personal use.

[Eames]
And resisting arrest.

Mistaken identity, babe.

And he's a suspect

in a murder investigation.

Isabel Harrington.

[laughing]
My husband
is a saxophone player.

He doesn't hobnob
with the Harringtons.

[exhales]

You gonna tell her,
or--

Oh, man, that's not cool.

[Eames]
Your husband is the father

of Isabel's
18-month-old child.

What?

I was gonna tell you.

[Eames] Isabel was murdered
Saturday morning.

Your husband claims
he has an alibi.

Now that I think about it,

you went out early.

8:00 am.

He didn't come back
until 10:00.

I was moving the cars.

Oh, for two hours.

Where'd you park, Jersey?

I'm going to go pick up our son
from Social Services.

And get yourself
a new attorney.

Two--criminal and divorce.

Babe--
[Goren snaps fingers]

Pot-smoking sax player
to double murderer.

I don't see it.

He has motive--
custody of Zoe.

There's a lotta money
at stake.

Saw him with his wife.
He was passive.

He's also a liar.

That car story--I'd like
to find out what he's hiding.

Detective, you've outed him
to his wife.

He's not going
to tell you.

[Dylan]
I was making a pot drop.

Uptown.

145 West End,
apartment 4D.

Tough getting a buyer
to verify that.

The building has a doorman

and security cameras
in the lobby.

Well, your client
could have just

hired someone
to kill Isabel.

Oh, come on.

[Goren]
With Isabel gone,

you'd get custody of Zoe
and her trust fund.

Isabel wanted me named
legal guardian.

But her family--

When that kid was in utero,

Isabel's people
had me sign papers

giving up parental rights.

Which you went
along with.

Well, like I had a choice.

She's a Harrington.
And I play alto.

I was the Harrington
family attorney for 25 years.

I can't violate
the attorney/client--

We don't have time
for a lecture

on privilege,
Mr. Winthrop.

One of your clients
was murdered.

With a billhook
just like this one.

Only it was older.

You can't seriously think
that I--

The murderer left flowers,
Mr. Winthrop.

We could call CSU,
have them come in here,

bag all of your flowers,
see if there's a match.

I've known Isabel
her whole life--I adored her.

Then help us,
Mr. Winthrop.

Isa.

She was such a free spirit.

So you protected her
when she wanted

to name Dylan Mercer
Zoe's guardian.

I told Mr. Mercer
we'd have to advise his wife

of Isa's request.

He went away,

on cue.

To the relief
of the Harringtons?

Her father and stepmother
gladly accepted their role

as legal guardians.

Why wasn't that Isabel's
choice to begin with?

Were they estranged?

Isa's mother died
when she was seven.

Her father Grant
became a born-again bachelor

until Cheryl.

Lady Harrington
raised Isa.

And loved her.

You call her Isa.
You were close?

She kept in touch with me.

We'd go for lunch.

When did you see
Isabel last?

July.

She was upset
about the family finances.

But we're back to privilege.
I'm sorry.

[Goren] You implied that you're
no longer the family retainer.

You mind me asking
when you retired?

In August.
And I didn't retire.

[Eames] You were let go
by Lady Harrington?

Lady Harrington is as loyal
as she is generous.

I'm sure
this was not her doing.

[Goren]
Did she tell you that?

Because of her health,

I was never able to speak
with Lady Harrington.

Ernest took me to lunch.

And he was quite apologetic.[cell phone rings]

Excuse me.
I have to take this.

So Isabel came to see
Winthrop in July.

He was let go in August.

We've been worried
Isabel fell prey to an outsider.

Maybe the world she ran away
from was the real threat.

[Ernest]
I've known Terrence Winthrop
since I was nine.

Spent more time with him
than I did with my own father.

[Eames]
So why'd you
fire him, Ernest?

He was the victim
of regime change.

Regime change.

Your stepbrother's
marriage to Cheryl.

Grant is my half brother,
not step.

Lady Harrington
was mother of us both.

Yeah, but he's a Harrington.
You're a Foley.

I was raised a Harrington.

Brava!
Brava!

That was terrific.

That was wonderful, girls, wonderful.

They all wanted to cancel
in memory of Isabel.

But she would have wanted us
to press on.

You're a big patron
of the arts, hmm?

We saw the plans for
your new space on our way in.

Well...

those who can't do
write checks.

With Foley money
or Harrington?

We've heard Isabel
was concerned

about the Harrington trust.

I can't imagine why.

Mother--
Lady Harrington--

always made sure
that Isabel--

well, made sure
all of us were secure,

in the hopes
that we might help others.

Lady Harrington
used to be a fixture

on the charity circuit,

but no one's seen
much of her lately.

Is her health okay?

My mother's led
a full and generous life.

Now it's our turn
to help her.

Just sign right here
at the bottom.

Right there.

Very good, Mother.

Helena,
you sign underneath.

Should I read it?

No, no.
That won't be necessary.

Just sign underneath
my mother's signature

where it says witness.

[whimpering]

Last thing I expected
at my age

was a toddler
running around the house,

but Zoe's my granddaughter.

And we assume she stands
to inherit a sizeable fortune.

That depends
on your context, Detective.

I've managed the family's
assets for 15 years.

Zoe's trust is one of a hundred
blips on a computer screen.

[Eames]
And you'll be
administering that blip.

Just what are you
implying?

[Goren]
Well, we know
that you weren't

Isabel's first choice
for a legal guardian.

Isabel's first choices
were seldom thought out.

[Goren]
Well, you're fortunate

that Mr. Winthrop was able
to protect Zoe.

He's a good man.

Then why'd you fire him?

My mother's old.
She has her whims.

She can be mercurial.
She wanted to make a change.

[Goren] Your mother
made the decision.

That's correct.

Well, then I guess
it wouldn't be a problem

for us to discuss the matter
with Lady Harrington.

I'm afraid her doctors
won't allow that.

She's not always lucid.

She has her good days,
bad days,

but my wife is at her side constantly.

Oh, it sounds like your wife is
who we need to speak to, then.

You don't have a problem
with that, do you?

Moving?

Organizing.

[Goren]
It looks like
you're packing up.

Lady Harrington requested
some of her things

be brought down
to the city.

- You're leaving that, yes?
- Absolutely not.

Virginia adores it.

She doesn't weekend here
anymore?

She hasn't been here
in a year.

She rarely leaves
the New York apartment.

Because of her health?

It was worse when she was
aware of her deterioration.

I'm almost glad
she's at the point

where we needn't
tell her about Isabel.

And how long has she been
less aware?

She broke her hip
a year ago.

Since then she's been--
the doctor calls it dwindling.

Huh.
That's funny.

Your husband told us
that she was the one

who made the decision to let go
of the family lawyer,

Mr. Winthrop.

Oh, she was.

She felt he was dwindling.

If she was unaware
of her surroundings,

then why was she allowed
to make a decision

that was so important?

Lady Harrington is still
this family's matriarch.

Her son does what she asks.

Janis, can we talk about
the vanity upstairs?

Would you excuse us?

You get the feeling
the new daughter-in-law

is giving Lady Harrington
a run for her money?

Or taking
every last penny.

[Simmons]
Isabel got a monthly stipend

from this sweep account
that her father managed.

Basically, he sweeps in 50K,
she sweeps it out.

But I can't trace
where that money's drawn from.

That's the problem with
these family-managed trusts.

Or maybe that's the advantage
for Grant Harrington.

Touché, Detective.

He could be committing
the cardinal sin

of dipping into capital.

But as long as
Isabel and Ernest

keep getting
their monthly checks,

they'd have no way
of knowing that.

There must be
some public trail.

Yeah, right on.

So I conducted a search
of all real estate sales,

all corporation taxes, anything
that goes through the state.

That's when things
got interesting.

Right.
So in the last four months,

Lady Harrington has sold
two houses in the Hamptons,

and there's a title search on
that Westport house you visited.

There've been paintings
sold at public auction,

jewelry--
How much?

20 million.

Lady Harrington
is having a fire sale.

[Ross]
The Harringtons
stand to inherit the whole pie.

Why the rush--
tax advantage?

Most likely,
Grant is bailing himself out

of some sort of sinkhole.

And he has power of attorney
for his mother.

No.
She signs every sale.

Then there must be
a witness.

Right!

Same witness every time.

A Miss Helena Arcenas.

Occupation--
Home Care Assistant.

I know she's supposed to be
in fragile health,

but pay a call
on Lady Harrington.

Find out if she's really
signing these papers

or if they're robbing her grave
before she's even in it.

The police came to me.
Asking about our finances.

Ernest, stop worrying.

Just cash your monthly check.
It's what you do best.

Maybe I should take
a look at things,

because I may need
a lump sum soon

for a new dance space.

The money--it's all there,
isn't it?

I--I think I should
become more involved.

Fine, Ernest.

Involve yourself.

What would you like to see?

The stochastics?

S and P deviations?
The puts to calls?

You tell me.

Exactly.

Go play with
your dancers, Ernest.

[typing]

[stops typing]

When I was a little girl,

I used to dream
of living this way.

[Goren]
It's musty in here, though.

You can see the dead flies
in the lamp.

Fake flowers.

I hope you got
over that.

Mr. Grant
will be right with you.

Actually, we were hoping
to speak with Lady Harrington.

He said
he'll be right with you.

Are you, uh,
Helena Arcenas?

Can we talk to youa minute

about those papers you signed
for Lady Harrington?

We won't tell
Mrs. Cheryl.

They just told me to sign.

Do you know
what you signed?

[Arcenas]
The woman before me,

she asked questions--
she was fired.

Do you know her name?

Birdie.
Like--

Thank you, Helena.

Detectives, I'm sorry
you've wasted your time.

My mother can't be seen.

Well, if she's indisposed,
she's indisposed.

She's old, she's frail.
But she still has her pride.

But she would never want
strangers to see her this way.

Detective,
what are you doing?

Eames, remember when
we were talking about

- terra-cotta tile?
- Yes!

Italian marble inlay.

He's a tile buff.

Oh, that's--
that's nice, but--

No, no, Detective,
I have to ask you not--

Grant was just
a little too concerned

with shutting the door.

[Cheryl]
You can't come in here.

You know, actually,

this home reeks of everything
but concern.

What do you think
you're doing?

No, no!
You can't touch her--Stop it!

She is clearly dehydrated.

[Grant]
I didn't realize you were
a doctor, Detective.

This is how
you treat your mother?

She's flushed.
Her skin is dry.

Eames, we're gonna
need an ambulance.

You have no right
to barge in here

and start demanding
ambulance--
[Goren]
Shut up.

I'd shut up
if I were you.

Detectives,
get out of my home.

I said to shut up.

So sit down
and shut up!

This is Detective Eames,
Major Case.

We need an ambulance
at the Harrington home,

Park Avenue.

[Bridie]
No, Bridie, not Birdie.

Yes, I was Mrs. Harrington's
personal assistant

for many years--
how is she?

I read in the paper
that when you found her

the poor woman
was near death.

Her potassium levels
were in the twos.

She's on diuretics.

They must not have given her
the potassium supplements.

She okay now?

She's made
a remarkable comeback.

She always was
a fighter.

Were they trying
to hasten her death?

Grant and Cheryl
fired the home care worker.

They blame it
all on her.

Well, of course they do.

Do you mind me asking
why they let you go?

I overstepped my bounds.

Mr. and Mrs. Harrington
wanted me to witness a deal

transferring Lady Virginia's
Westport estate.

But you knew that
she loved her home,

and you refused to sign.

Right.
So they fired me.

I stirred that pot good.

That whole family--[spits]

Except for poor Isabel.

[Goren]
You know, Bridie,

you don't seem shy.

When you knew that
she was being mistreated,

why didn't you
tell someone?

I did--I told Isabel
three months ago.

[Eames]
And what did she do?

She told me she was gonna
go public with an article.

An exposé
of the Harrington family.

The Harringtons can't have been
too happy about that.

I promised her
I'd keep it a secret.

- Thank you.
- Mm-hmm.

The desk in her loft
was ransacked.

Whoever killed her
didn't want

the family's dirty laundry aired.

Her laptop may be gone,

but if she did
any research online,

we may be able to find it
through her server.

Any luck?

Everything Isabel Googled
in the last six months.

I thought she was doing
an exposé on her family.

How much research
did she need to do?

Well, these searches--

some were about Lady
Harrington's medications.

But she was also
looking into

the death of her mother,
Lissie Harrington,

18 years ago.

Her mother.
How did she die?

According to her obituary,
a heart arrhythmia.

She was 28.

That seems awfully young.

Isabel's search engine
also showed inquiries

about the medications
mellaril and hismanal.

Mellaril was used in the '80s.
It's an antipsychotic.

So, researching old drugs
and her mother's death.

Have Rodgers take a look
at her mother's autopsy report.

[Rodgers]
There was no autopsy.

Lissie Harrington
died in the emergency room.

Her EKG showed an arrhythmia.

A week later,

a tox report was filed
in her medical records.

No one ever looked at it

until Isabel requested them
about three months ago.

Let me guess--

Lissie had mellaril
and hismanal in her system.

Mm-hmm.

Antipsychotic
with that antihistamine?

That's a lethal combination.

Would that have been
common knowledge at the time?

Oh, definitely.

No doctor would have
prescribed them together.

And no doctor should have
attributed her death

to natural causes.

[Johnson]
Detectives,
we're grateful to you

for saving Lady Harrington,
but these questions,

they border
on harassment.

You don't know what's
going on here, do you?

I mean, between
your first wife's overdose,

your mother's neglect,
your daughter's murder,

you are, at best, looking like
the angel of death.

[clears throat]
Okay.

When Isabel was born,

Lissie became... depressed,

weepy, angry.

[Eames]
Postpartum?

Isabel was seven
when Lissie died.

That's correct.
It was seven years of hell.

Hell for you
or hell for her?

I mean, how 'bout your wife?

Did you get her help?

I did everything I could--

doctors, therapy.

And medicated her
with mellaril.

That's an antipsychotic.

It was the only thing
that worked.

She had become
delusional and paranoid.

Delusional and paranoid.
Paranoid--that's, uh,

your diagnosis,

the doctor's, whose?

Maybe he gave her something
to be paranoid about--cheating?

She was paranoid
about the money.

Lissie grew up worse
than hand-to-mouth,

and she was afraid
the money wouldn't last.

Or was she suspicious of you
managing the family finances?

Not of me, Detective,
but Ernest and my mother.

She wanted me
to cut them off.

Their charitable contributions.

Experimental theater
for Ernest,

and for mother,
museums, parks,

and historic preservation.

[Goren]
So Lissie was depressed

for seven years,
and then one night,

she takes an overdose
of her meds.

Hmm?

W-where were you?

On a boat in the Galapagos.

Nice.

[Eames]
Oh, that's convenient.

Yet you know
it was a suicide.

[Grant]
It was the holidays.

She had been drinking.

Her maid came home,
found her passed out,

called my mother.

They took her to the ER
and, unfortunately,

it was too late.

Your wife on
any other medications

other than the mellaril?

She have allergies?
No.

What about you, Grant?
You allergic to anything?

No, Detective,
I have no allergies.

I'm sorry to inform you
that this was a suicide.

[Virginia]
My son Grant tells me

that I'm in your debt.

Apparently, there was a mistake
with my medication,

and only you noticed.

It's a terrible shock
to gain my health,

only to find out that
my granddaughter was murdered.

She was my joy.

We're very sorry
for your loss.

And I gather that you think
that my daughter-in-law

was murdered as well?

Grant told you that?

No, Detectives.

I deduced it.

Why else would you
be talking to my son

about an 18-year-oldsuicide?

Yeah, we wouldn't.

But Grant believes
that Lissie killed herself.

And you don't?

If she were going
to take her own life,

she would never
have done it

with Isabel
in the apartment.

If you don't believe
that she committed suicide,

why didn't you ask for
an autopsy?

Please sit.

It's your name,
isn't it?

The Harrington name--

you didn't want it splashed
on the front page.

[Eames] Or maybe you had
some idea

of who may have
wanted Lissie dead.

I knew a great deal
about my daughter-in-law's past.

And I accepted that we were
better off not knowing.

You never
suspected your son?

Of course not.

Grant was far away

the night that Lissie died.

And he is a Harrington.

With what
all that entails.

These Harrington traits--

did anyone
have allergies?

No.

Oh.[laughs]

That would be
my first husband.

And your first hus--

that would be
Ernest's father.

Did Ernest have allergies?

I'm not sure.

[laughs]
Ernest had nannies.

Lady Virginia,
your car is here.

[Virginia]
Oh, thank you, Bridie.

We have reopened Westport.

And Grant and Cheryl

are giving me
a small party tonight

to welcome me home.

It's just a terrible tragedy
that Isabel won't be there.

The tragedy is

if you had said something
18 years ago,

Isabel might still be alive.

His father had allergies,

so you think Ernest Foley
may be good

for a double family murder
18 years apart.

Yeah, that's one--
one theory.

Has anybody ever told you
you're reductive?

My ex-wife.

Eames,
walk me through this.

Slowly.

Grant told us
Lissie wanted to cut off

Ernest's charitable contributions.

Okay.

Ernest's identity
is tied to his philanthropy,

but his money
was tied to Grant.

He would have felt threatened
by Lissie.

So he faked her suicide,

and Lady Harrington
covered even that up

as an arrhythmia.

Ernest got away with murder
for two decades.

Until Isabel
began digging.

And the other
working theory?

Grant--he plundered
the family trust.

Then he and Cheryl
overmedicated Lady Harrington

so she would sign away
most of her real estate

to cover their debt.

I don't suppose either
of them will come in.

Well, maybe we can wrangle
a last-minute invitation

to Lady Harrington's
party tonight.

[background chatter]

[Grant]
Uh, trying to open up the--
No, thank you.

uh, open up the...

Excuse me.

Uh, no.
No, no, excuse me.

Uh, no.

Detective, you're not
allowed in here.

Detectives, I'm sorry
you came all the way.

Please take some coffee
in the kitchen before you leave.

[Cheryl]
It's really
a private affair.

Oh, we know.
Lady Harrington invited us.

[Virginia]
Oh, Detectives,
there you are.

Oh, I'm so glad you're here.
Come with me.

Everyone!
Ah, everyone!

I want you to meet
these two terrific detectives

who--who saved my life.

[guests chuckle]

Bravo, bravo!

We're very grateful
to both of you.

Well, actually, we were
just about to tell your sons

we may have had
a break in the case.

You know, uh,
Lady Harrington

doesn't have to worry
about that--

not tonight.

Ernest, please.

I think about Isabel
night and day.

What--what have you learned?

Your granddaughter was working
on an investigative piece.

We thought that her murderer
had taken all of her notes

and her drafts.

But it turns out
she mailed a copy to herself.

It's a poor man's
copyright.

We got it this morning.

Oh!

And so you think that--
that this article

had something to do
with her murder?

Isabel wrote about
yoga wear and ankle boots.

She'd hardly
get killed over that.

Cheryl,
don't push it.

What was she
writing about?

She was writing
about the Harringtons.

Oh, poor Isabel.

A memoir, huh?

She must have thought

that the only way
to make it as writer

was to betray
the Harrington name.

[Goren]
A little less of a memoir

than it was a mystery.

I mean, Isabel was convinced
that her mother's death

wasn't an accident.

Her mother?
Well, no, no, no.

It wasn't an accident.
No, she had a heart attack.

[Grant]
Ernest, stop.

Let it go.

They know about
Lissie's depression.

Mother, I apologize.

I thought it best
to be forthright.

[Virginia]
Grant, you don't
have to apologize.

The truth is, if I hadn't
worried so much about our name

when Lissie died,

if I hadn't swept everything
under the carpet,

Isabel might be alive now.

[Grant]
Mother, Lissie's suicide

had nothing to do
with Isabel's death.

No, no,
she had a heart arrhythmia.

[Goren]
Caused by an interaction
of antipsychotics

and antihistamines.

[Eames]
Which raises a red flag
right there

since Lissie
wasn't allergic to anything--

not cat hair,
not dogs, not flowers.

We're trying to figure out
how she could have

had access to hismanal.

[Goren]
We asked your mother

if anyone in the family
had allergies.

Grant doesn't.

Well, that's what
Lady Harrington said.

Harringtons don't.

But she doesn't recall
your childhood.

I'm sorry, Ernest.

[Eames]
Well, but that's not her fault.

Mr. Harrington
didn't want you around.

In our world,
it's about quality time.

My nanny was there
to draw my bath,

to wipe my nose.

[scoffs]
Your nose.

I remember it dripping.

I mean, at weddings

and during the summer
up at Westport.

So you--
you do have allergies.

Fine.
I have allergies.

I'm on medications.
What meds are you on, Detective?

[Eames]
Your allergies--

any specifics?

Goldenrod, roses.

Name the bloom,
and I sneeze.

Just to make it through
this damn party,

I had to double up
on my Claritin.

Which means, Detectives,

that if I had gone to Isabel
to confront her about her lies,

I never would have brought her
a bouquet of flowers.

How'd you know about
the flowers, Ernest?

I don't--I don't know.
I read about them.

We never released
that detail to the press.

A-all right.
I--I don't know.

I heard it from
Isabel's neighbors.

Mother, please, the guests.

Would you tell these detectives
to leave?

No, no, I want them
all to know!

Don't leave, anyone!
All of you, stay.

[Grant]
Mother--mother, please--

- I'll talk to you later, Grant.
- Ernest!

Mother,
it's not what you think.

That's right, Ernest.

Tell her that you were
trying to save yourself.

Just like Lissie,
Isabel would ruin everything.

All your life
as a benefactor,

a fixture
on the charity circuit--

all that would be over.

What have you done?

I--I tried to protect
the Harrington name.

Ernest, you don't have
what it takes

to be a Harrington.

What, and Grant does?

Marrying
this piece of white trash?

Wiping the family
fortune clean?

Keeping her doped up until you
could pick her carcass clean?

Damn you,
you killed my daughter!

You killed my daughter!

[Virginia]
What have you done?

What have you done
to my granddaughter?

Isabel was gonna
write about all of it,

the busted trusts,
Grant's whores,

you lying there
in those urine-stained sheets.

Mother, is this how

you want the Harringtons
to be remembered?

Oh, she was trying
to save my life.

She cared about me.

She cared about Zoe.

What have you done?

Mother--

No, you monster.

[sobbing]
You monster.

[sobbing]

Please--Hey.

Hands behind your back.

- Can we do this outside?
- No, we cannot.
We'll do it right here.

Ernest Foley,
you're under arrest

for the murder
of Willem Vanderhoeven

and Lissie
and Isabel Harrington.

All right.

Mother.

My life...

[sobbing]

What happened to--
to my life?