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Oh, God.

Ma.

Hey!

What is...?

Hey.
Is everything okay?

Oh, yes. Yes.

No.

It's been a horrible
week, Todd.

I had to fire
three more

people this week.

And people avoid me
like the plague.

This is not
what I imagined

being a name partner
would be like.

Okay, well...

It's not all bad,
is it?

I overheard somebody today
call me the Grim Reaper.

In that suit?

Come on,
that's a pretty fancy Reaper.

Mom, I'm serious.
I am here for you.

We talked about this.

What can I do to help?
Well, you already have.

By showing up in a tie

and going to the
opera with me.

And, oh.

Are those carnations for me?

Uh-Huh, supermarket special.
$2.99.

Okay.

I am just going to
forget about work

and enjoy a night out
with my children.

But did it have to be opera?

Well, yes,
Todd, yes.

We are so lucky

to have such a fabulous
production in Portland.

Where's your sister?

Oh, uh, Dr. Allison

is I don't know where, and
I've been meaning to talk to you

about some sort
of legal action

to evict her
from my apartment.

She has severely
overstayed her welcome.

And she's just always hanging
around and cramping my style.

And I'm a lone wolf now.

Oh, you're a lone
wolf now, are you?

Yes, I am a lone wolf.

Lone Wolf P.I.,
at your service.

Well, I will tell
you what I told her

when she wanted to evict
you from her garage.

Good luck.

Do you know that
Allison is signing up

for all these classes,
like Make Sourdough

and Refurbishing Patios

and Intermediate Bicycle Tricks.

And then she's canceling

and dropping out
of all the classes?

That doesn't sound
like Allison.

Well...
But you know she is

going through
something this year.

Why don't you just go wait
for her by the door?

Yes, ma'am.

This is so great.

* *

Oh.

Susan.

You look incredible.

Thank you so much.
You really think so?

But you don't think the hair's
too much? I don't know.

Nonsense. No such
thing as too much

for the Patron's
Reception.

Ah.

The Patron's Reception.

Oh, uh, Beverly and I went
together last year.

Oh, will we you
be joining us?

Too steep.

Maybe next year.

Hi.

Margaret?
Hmm?

Is that your guest?

Uh... excuse me.

What on earth?

I'm late, but I made it.

A-And this is what you choose
to wear to the opera?

Mom, it's Portland.

Nobody cares.

I knew you'd
be upset about this.

Oh, I see, you
knew I'd be upset,

yet you deliberately
chose to wear it.

There you are.

Hi.
Hi.

Wait, what are
we fighting about?

Oh, your sister's
appearance.

Oh, no, that's just her face.

Todd.
I was running errands.

And I don't like opera.

And we're gonna be
sitting in the dark anyway.

Hmm, okay, let's just go in.

It's like the one night I ask
you to just dress up and look...

Mom, relax, okay.

It's not like
I'm going up onstage.

Excuse me.

Okay.

Jacqueline?

Who does she think she is, Cher?

Madonna? Popeye?

Her full name is Jacqueline
Violet Dubois Burton.

And she's
an international superstar.

Please show some respect.
Hey, aren't you Timmy Chalice?

The weather guy
from A.M. Portland?

Mm-hmm, and you're

the fake intern
that locked me in that box.

Oh, oh!

It's so nice
to see you again,

under better
circumstances.

Oh, are you
an opera fan?

I am a Jacqueline fan.
Oh.

And this is her final
performance as Athena.

I've never missed
a single performance

when the goddess
has appeared on Earth.

Oh, the goddess, oh, gotcha.

Are those
flowers for her?

They're certainly
not for you.

This is a beautiful house.

Just beauti...

Allison.

What?
Put that away.

I didn't have dinner.

Diva! Diva!

* *

Oh.

I can't understand
what they're saying.

It's in French.

It is?

Can I have that
for a second?

- Shh...
- Just want to...

Oh, Lyle's here?

Hmm, opera fan.
Well, that makes sense.

* *

Blah, blah, blah,

"Jacqueline Dubois Burton,"
blah, blah, blah,

"three children." Burton?

Lyle Burton.

Is Jacqueline
Lyle's mother?

Brava! Brava!

Bravo!

Help...

This is incredible.

Aubrey! Aubrey!

We need a doctor!

Is there a doctor
in the house?

Hey, psst!

Aren't you a doctor?
Please, is there a doctor

in the house?
Yes.

Oh, my God, oh,
my God. Yes, okay.

Okay, sorry, sorry.
Let me out, let me out.

Call 911.

What is that
woman wearing?

Out of the way.
Go, go, go, go, go.

Hi, I'm a doctor, hi.

Can you hear
what I'm saying?

Stay with me, stay with me.

Hey, hey, hey,
hey, hey, hey.

* *

What...

She's dead.

Wow.

Do all operas end
like this?

Todd, don't be callous.

A woman has died.

- Poor dear Aubrey!
- What can I tell you?

The knife simply slipped

from my hand.

Oh, the calamity!

Todd, why do you think

that Lyle never told us that
Jacqueline was his mother?

Water.

Fresh spring water
to calm my nerves.

Magda!

This isn't spring water!

I'm sorry.
I'll find spring water.

I mean, maybe that's why?

She does seem to be
a tad high-maintenance.

Well, she's an international
opera diva.

That must come with
a lot of pressure.

This is insane.

The woman who
died was supposed

to replace Jacqueline
for the next show.

That stage manager is
giving them motive for murder.

They're definitely pointing
right at Lyle's mom.

I don't like the way
they're looking at her.

Mother, let me take you back
to your fitting room.

It's just...
I just can't believe

this is happening to me.

I think you should focus

on your colleague who just...
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.

I know, I know.

And why aren't you embracing
your mother right now?

A woman has died
during my performance.

Oh, here come the cops.
And what exactly is your
relationship to the victim?

Oh, okay,
well, we don't have one.

Very sorry she's dead.
Oh, hey.

Um, are you the opera police?
I'm joking.

Unless you are.
Wait, does the opera have

its own police force?

Is there an opera jail?

Is that just sitting
in the audience?

I'm just joking,
but do you have one?

And, seriously, can I see it?

No, no, I loved her.

She was going to take
over my role.

I'm just glad she died.

Doing what she loved.

Ma'am, we'd like
to ask you more questions

at the station tomorrow.

Yes, yes, I suppose I...

No, no, wait, wait, wait,
wait, wait, wait, wait, uh...

I-I will be right
there with her.

I am her lawyer.
You are?

Why do you need to question
my client further?

Just routine, ma'am.
A woman died.

She's a witness.

Here's my card.

Oh, thank you. Sorry.

We'll see you
in the morning.

I need to lie down.

Magda!

Oh!

The calamity, the calamity!

A woman is dead!

I'm very concerned.

These officers seem
very suspicious of...
Jacqueline.

Putting herself at the center
of the drama again.

Lyle, she's your mother.

That's what they tell me.

History has taught me
she will be fine.

No matter what.

* *

REPORTERS
Jacqueline! Jacqueline!

Ooh!

Look at that.
They adore me.

Imagine if I had a trial.

It would be
the moment of the century.

Bigger than the Rosenbergs.

They were executed, by the way.

I-I'm gonna go check out back.

Great.
Mm.

Counselor,
we'll be in contact

once we receive
the autopsy report.

Well, my client has
given her statement.

What more could you
possibly need?

It was clearly an accident.

We'll confirm the cause of death
and locate the missing weapon.

What do you mean missing weapon?

We never recovered the knife.

Accidental stabbings
typically don't have

missing knives.
But my client
was onstage,

in the spotlight,
the entire time.

She couldn't have
taken the knife.

And plus there is no motive.

Where'd Jacqueline go?

I could never stab someone.

Oh.

But if I had killed Aubrey,

I would have used poison.

Like Romeo and Juliet.

So tragic and diabolical.

And slow.
Okay, okay.
Okay, okay.

She doesn't mean that,
you know.
No comment, no comment.

Um, the back exit is also
clogged with reporters.

This story is going bananas
on social media.

And her hotel is
advising us not to return

until the TV cameras are gone.

Mm. Fantastic.

Aubrey is dead
and I am relevant.

Oh, no, no, we need to
get her away from here

and away from the press.

Yes. Uh, uh,
we can take her to Lyle's place.

As a rule,
I do not allow my mother

into my living quarters.

Come on, come on, come on.
I would never stab...

I know exactly
where we can go.

Okay. Come on in.

Is this the waiting room

at the bus depot?

Uh, th-this is my condo.

My home.

A place away from...
from the media and your fans.

Uh-uh-uh.

Yes, yes, yes, by all means,

deprive me of my public
and let me wither away here.

Well, if you need anything

to eat or drink,
it's right here in the...

Attached kitchenette?

Dear God.

Mother.
Please try to be polite.

My boss is generously
offering...

A place to die.

After all the trauma
I've been through already.

Aubrey nearly killed me
on that stage.

That is not what happened.

Young man, I am an artist.

I interpret truth and beauty.

Lyle has never
valued the arts.

He has great talent, just
like the rest of the family,

but he rejected it and us.

To become a janitor.
Oh, no. He's a detective.

I am a detective.
I mean, not as good
as me, of course.

But he is one. Okay.
You look into
other people's lives

and clean up
their problems.

That is an emotional janitor.

Okay, Jacqueline, uh,
here, please have a seat.

Make yourself at home,
sit down here. And, Lyle.

Get comfortable.
Meantime,

Todd and I are going to
run back to the office,

and we're going to
look into the situation.

Now, you stay out of sight

and enjoy some quality
time with your son.

And, uh, also,
don't let the cat out.

Wow. I mean...

Can you believe
the way they...

Talk to each other.
My God.

So misguided.
So immature.

We were never...
No. Are you kidding me?

I wouldn't...
No. Neither would I.

So sad, really.

Super sad. Hmm.
Hmm.

All right.

Jacqueline is only
a person of interest right now.

But how do we make sure
she isn't charged with a crime

when she is hell-bent
on implicating herself?

Also, are we sure
she's not guilty?

Todd, she is our client
and Lyle's mother.

And even though
she had motive,

there are hundreds of witnesses

who watched her...
Stab that woman.

Allegedly stab. "Allegistab."

Allegistab and kill Aubrey.

She did not murder her.
Okay, fine.

So, what's our strategy?

Well, a defensive investigation.

Find the missing knife and
dispel the mystery of foul play.

And turn this
back into an accident.

Regardless of

what Jacqueline implies
to the press

with infuriating regularity.

Okay, so, I go to the theater
and find that knife.

And I'm gonna ask Susan
to reach out to the D.A.

and see how seriously
they're looking at Jacqueline.

Great. See you later.

Good work.

Good morning.

Okay. Uh...

Good morning.

This is fun. Good morning.

Oh?

Beverly.
Margaret.

What's this?
I've arranged for Susan

to appear in
Rose City Magazine's

40 under 40 issue.

Oh. How wonderful.

Well, we had to do something,

since you refused
to promote her.

Oh, Beverly,
you know full well

we don't have the money
to increase her salary.

And yet she is
smart, ambitious,

and connected.

She is the future of this firm.

As managing partner,

I can tell you this
firm has no future

if we don't get back
on financial track.

You are doing photo shoots,

and I am spending

every waking moment
just trying to keep us afloat.

Then I suppose
you should try harder

before there's
a mass exodus.

Grim Reaper.

* *

This...

Ah, very cool.

* Whoa! *

Who are you?
What are you doing?
Oh. Oh.

So sorry. Um...

Cheryl sent me.
Cheryl?

Sherry? Sheara?

Shara? Kara.

Kara? To pick up
Jacqueline's bags?

Kara sent me, yes,
to pick up the bags.

Well, there isn't much left.

The police took
almost everything as evidence.

Oh. Uh, did they find the knife?

I don't know
anything about a knife.

This is what there is.
She is going to be so angry.

Oh.

These are nice.

Some pathetic,
deranged fan

left them in her
dressing room.

I don't know how
he got backstage.

We should put them

on that poor dead girl's grave.

Right, right. So tragic.

I-I-- And I heard she was
Jacqueline's understudy?

Mm. Some say Aubrey had
the more beautiful voice.

Never missed a note.
Perfect pitch.

Of course, no voice could ever
match Jacqueline's.

Oh, how Jacqueline hated her.

Don't tell anyone I said that.

No. I won't.

* *

From your father.

Something about opening up
your heart chakras

or whatever nonsense.

Is he surviving
the New York winter?
No.

His arthritis
is killing him.

And his worry for you.

Worried that you are lost

out west in the rain
and the trees.

And far too uptight.

I mean, look at you.

What-what is the hair
on your face, Lyle?

Don't you think I should
go on the evening news

and decry my innocence?

Yes.

Or in shopping malls,

you know,
sign things and touch babies.

My story will be

a beacon.

Mother,

you are not understanding
how serious the situation is.

We are not leaving here

until Margaret gives us
an update.

But I must speak to my public
and reassure them of my safety.

You do realize the justice
system works differently for us?

Oh, Lyle.

I have overcome racism,

sexism, ageism,

every ism you can name
to get to this point.

I'm not gonna let

some nonsense charges
bring me down.

And if all else fails,

we shall flee to Monaco
together.

You can be my attendant.

Yes. Yes.

No. No.

Our vendor Sam's Bagels
is threatening collection.

Good Lord. Collection?

But wait a minute. Didn't
we just pay Sam's Bagels?

Yes.
Yes. Right?

I-I thought
I cut them a check.

Do you remember signing it?

I don't remember
brushing my teeth.

Thank God for you.

Okay, but we will get
back to normal soon, right?

Yes, we will,

and I will not forget
everything that you are doing.

But, Francey, right now,
on top of everything else,

I cannot deal with
a collection agency.

So, will you please just...

cut another check, yeah.
Cut another check.

Why aren't you
answering your phone?
Good God. Allison.

Are you wearing pajama bottoms?

Wait a minute.

Are you wearing Todd's
pajama bottoms?

That's what you want
to focus on?
Well, you're in my office.

What am I supposed to...
That's not why I'm here.

I got a copy of
the autopsy report.

What?
I knew that there was
something strange

going on when she died.
Yes.

Her convulsions
weren't consistent

with a laceration.

She didn't die from
the knife wound. Okay?

A rare poison was
found in her system.

Probably delivered
via the knife.

A poison?
Yes.

Who else knows about this?

They're gonna release it
any minute now.

And then they're going to
charge Jacqueline with murder.

Arrest warrant for international
opera star Jacqueline

was issued for the murder of
her understudy Aubrey Michaels.

Our chopper was able
to locate Jacqueline

seemingly protesting
her pending arrest.

Hello!

It's Jacqueline!

Free me!

Here I am!

- Hello!
- Mother!

Mother, you come back
in here right now!

My arrest is an outrage.
What possible reason

could I have to kill
that poor, untalented,

unreasonably ambitious
starlet?

Well, she was scheduled
to replace you

in the role of Athena.

A travesty.

When your soprano

decides to step down
from a role,

you close the show
and burn down the theater!

Uh, okay,
that's lovely.

Now, when
the judge asks you

how you are
going to plea,

you say
"Not guilty"

and nothing more.
Nothing.

I understand fully.

I would never say
anything else.

Okay...
Why is she
wearing a cloak?

I don't know,

but I'm sure
we're gonna find out.

On the charge
of murder,

how do you plead,
Ms. Burton?

* Not... *

* Guilty! *

Sit down, sit down. Sit.

However, there is
information I must impart

before I am cast
to my doom.

Oh, please continue, Ms. Burton.

Uh, no, no, no...

I am not the murderess.

I am the victim.

That knife was meant for me.

We changed
the libretto

so that I would
plunge the knife

into my own chest
at the end.

But on that
fateful evening,

it slipped!

It slipped from my hand.

Someone wants
Jacqueline dead!

Oh, God.

Uh...

Y-Your Honor, um, given
the new information,

I will be filing
a motion to dismiss

this afternoon, and if

the prosecution would like
to place the defendant

under house arrest,
with a gag order,

I don't see how we can fight it.

A gag order?

A songbird dies
if it is silenced.

It dies.

Mother?
Mmm?

You should have told us about
the libretto change earlier.

Well, why spoil
a good twist?

You know nothing of
basic story structure.

Jacqueline.

You know, if someone really is

trying to kill Jacqueline,
they could try again.

He's right.

We need to keep her
someplace safe,

someplace away
from the press.

We can't go
back to my place.

They're onto that.

Somewhere secluded.

Somewhere out of the way,
somewhere forgotten.

Somewhere no one
would ever go.
Hmm.

I've got it.

Well, here we are.

This is where

you have
been living?

With your sister,
this entire time?

Mm-hmm.
This dilapidated

warehouse.

Have-have you both taken
your tetanus shots?

It is a former
shoe factory, thank you.

Welcome. This is why
I avoided you seeing it.

And, hey, I got
an amazing deal on it

because of
the plumbing issue.

I mean, mostly
everything works

but the water
in the toilet
is boiling hot,

but it actually
makes a pretty good...

Todd, you think
that Jacqueline

is going to
accept this

when she didn't even
like my condo?

Shh-shh-shh.
Here she comes.

Right this way, Mother.

Mmm.

A palace.

Well, yeah.

A palace of filth and depravity.

Oh, yeah.
Oh, that's not
what I was thinking.

Just like
my first apartment in Rome.

Just like in La bohème.

Where the young lovers
die right here

in this bed of tuberculosis.

Oh, these walls
have seen so much pain.

Oh, I don't know so much
about pain, really.

Oh, Lord, look at
this haunt of a woman.

Is she a ghost?

Obviously you've died

but were unable
to cross over.

Oh, Jacqueline, this is
actually my sister Allison.

Well, she reminds me
of poor dead Aubrey.

So waxy and pale
in the face.

Okay, uh,
Todd and Lyle,

let's come over here and
talk by the kitchen sink.

Okay.
Okay? Let's just...

You must simply lie down.

I'm... Yeah,
I'm fine, really.

According to
my calculations,

our prime suspect is

Chalice the weatherman.

His peach roses

were found backstage
at the opera house,

proving he had access
to the knife.

But why would Chalice
want Jacqueline dead?

He's her biggest fan.

Her rabid fans do crazy things.

I wouldn't put it past 'em.

Also, don't forget
about the poison.

It's found only in Brazil
and it's very rare,

so not a lot is
known about it.

Thank you. I don't
need a pillow.

Hush, child, hush.
No one can hear you.

And Brazil was
the last stop on the tour.

Yes, Chalice said

he's never missed one
of Jacqueline's shows,

and according to his Instagram,

he is hosting
a candlelight vigil

outside of the courthouse
to free Jacqueline tonight,

so let's go.

Ah-ah-ah.
You can't go.

Chalice knows you.
What?

Lyle will infiltrate the vigil

and suss out Chalice.

I am way ahead of you.

Wait, what?

So you steal my idea

and have an incredible T-shirt
at the drop of a hat?

What are you, Clark Kent?
I hate this.

What am I supposed to do?

You will
stay here with Jacqueline

and protect your sister.

I will drive us out of
this hellhole to the court

for the motion
to dismiss.

Is it over here?
Yeah.

Okay.

I want to thank you again
for helping my mother.

She can be...
challenging, I know.

My own mother could
be challenging, too.

She led
a huge life

full of social engagements
and parties and...

Unfortunately, she died before
we could settle our differences.

Which is just
meant to say that

maybe you could
try to fix things

before it
gets worse.

By worse, I mean your
mother going to jail,

not your mother dying.

The only thing that
could kill that woman

would be having
to fly economy.

* To sing God's praise *

* Than when we *

* First begun. *

Thank you for
organizing this vigil.

Oh, Jacqueline has
changed my life,

and she doesn't have
anyone to support her.

Hmm, except her lawyer,
her assistant,

agent, husband, three kids.

No, she only has
two children.

Okay, agree
to disagree.

But the important
thing is, she has you,

her biggest fan.
Oh.

Have you been to
all of her performances?

I have never
missed a one.

That's a lie.

I went to
São Paulo.

You weren't at that performance.

All right, I missed one. One.

Because I am a news broadcaster.

I have to appear on TV daily.

You only care
about the weather.

That is not true.

I am actually,

literally alive.

You mean figuratively, darling.

I'm actually a doctor.

I'm out in
the real world,

I'm living my life.

Does that mean
you're moving out?

Todd, uh, not now.

It's not the time.
Your sister is...

No, it means I'm...
I mean, yes,

eventually I will
move out.

To my exoneration.

Thank you,
Margaret.

We are not out of the woods yet.
What?

My, uh, motion to dismiss
was unfortunately denied.

And our alternate
suspect Chalice

is not looking
very promising.

You know, you don't have
to look so gleeful

at the thought
of me leaving.

You know, I'm not gleeful,

I'm just
relieved that

you're finally
moving on.

Soon. Crossing over, as it were.

No need to insult
each other.

You gave up music

to run around
and play detective,

and you can't even clear
your own mother's name?

I think that what Jacqueline
is trying to say,

Lyle, is that...
You know,
I'm sorry that

I'm cramping your style,
Mr. Phony Baloney Lone Wolf,

but things
aren't going

so great for
me right now,

and I think you,
of all people,
should understand that.

I do understand, which is why,

when I'm finally
getting started,

you can't just burst
into my new apartment

and dump your crap everywhere.

That poor girl

ran straight into my knife,

and you let
the police

carry on,
push me around...

That's not
what happened.
That is not
what happened.

You are the reason we
cannot solve this case.

You say all
the wrong things

and you change your story.

You crashed into my garage

and exploded across
my entire life...

That was
two years ago, Al.

What I am hearing
is that each person

has a different take
on what transpired.

Yeah, it's called
perspective, Mom.

Perspective? Ha.

Something you
clearly lack.

How dare you?
How dare you?

Music flowed
through you.

You had a spark...
Mother!

I am not a failure.

And I am not
a ghost.

Of your former self?
I mean, you kind of are.

Todd.

Excuse me.

Where are we going?

Anywhere but here.

L'Chaim.

I really like this one and, ooh,

that one.
Oh, yeah, me, too.

Have you shown these
to Margaret?

What's the point?

Nothing I do impresses her.

But Beverly,
on the other hand,

she seems to really be,
you know, looking out for me.

If Beverly is offering you
all of this, great.

I mean, people would kill
for these opportunities.

Just don't forget

who helped get you here.

Lyle, what instrument
did you play?

Cello.

Ah.

I was pretty good, too.

And she saw that.

But I didn't love that
the way I love this.

I enjoy putting
the pieces together.

And you are very,
very good at it.

She can't see that.

Honestly, half the time

I don't see my own children.

I mean, lately

Allison is...

I don't know what.

And for
the longest time,

I didn't know where
Todd was heading.

It's hard for
a mother to keep up

when things keep shifting.

Everybody has

a different point of view.

Oh...

Maybe Todd was right.

Ugh.
About perspective.

Hold on.

It's Todd.
Hello, honey.

Mom, I think maybe I was right.

About perspective.

Ugh.

All right, we'll
all go one by one,

but right now
we all want to know

exactly what
you saw

that night
at the opera.

Go.
I could
see everything

from where I was sitting.

Is this really necessary?

I saw my mother onstage.

I saw a million shining eyes
looking up at me.

I was asleep, actually.

It was actually
pretty impressive.

The music built...

Right towards the end...

The music rose...

Growing louder...
It woke me up.

Just before Jacqueline
hit her final note...

It was after the final note.

It was during the final note.
Her note.

The knife...
Just flew out of her hand.

I really, genuinely thought
it was part of the show.

That poor girl.

Right in her side. Thunk.

And then a strange
hobgoblin-like creature

crawled up onto the stage.

I didn't crawl, I ran.

And she went to the victim.

She knelt down.
Allison knelt down.

Your sister knelt down.
She knelt down.

There was something sharp
under my knee.

I-I still have
a bruise from it.

I must have landed on something.

The knife?
The knife?

The knife.
The knife.

And then, at some point,

somebody bumped me or pushed me

off to the side--
I don't remember

when or who.

Someone grabbing the knife,
but who?

To hide the evidence, but who?

You slid a note.
In this recording.

What does that mean?

Uh, she hit the wrong key
and then slid out of it.

And then in the performance

you kept looking
to the right,

to somewhere offstage.

Wasn't Magda the
first person onstage

after the accident?

Yes, yes, yes, that's right.

Magda was backstage
coaching you,

helping you find your note.

My little boy
has perfect pitch.

Just like Magda.

Ha!
What?

Yes. We met as teenagers

at the Conservatory in Venice.

My career took off,
and Magda's didn't.

My parents could afford
lessons and tutors.

I had opportunities.
But more than that...

...I had star quality,

which she lacks
completely.

So I brought her along
with me, took care of her.

And occasionally

she helps me.

Helps me with my voice.

And she watched you rise.

Watched you succeed.

While she withered
away into obscurity.

Jacqueline had
better opportunities.

And people would kill
for opportunities like that.

We need to get
Magda to confess.

Magda?
Break her down. If
only we had the knife.

We may not have the knife, but
we do know about the poison.

Magda?

Remember what Allison said:

"It is so rare that very
little is known about it."

Well, we can use that
to our advantage.

There is one
surefire way

to get an on-stand confession.

Magda?!

Ms. Jennings, you and Jacqueline

attended an opera conservatory
together.

You must have had big dreams.

You wanted to be
downstage center,

playing a leading role.

Everyone who attends
conservatory has those dreams.

Of course.

But now you are
Jacqueline's assistant?

And you've been so for 15 years?

I guess I was just unlucky.

Or maybe someone else
was just more talented?

Teachers didn't like me, I...

But here was Jacqueline,

bursting with talent.

She has that amazing voice

and perfect pitch.

She does not have perfect pitch.

I have perfect pitch.

I-I find that very hard
to understand,

I mean, given her career.

Objection. Argumentative.

She would be
nothing without me.

I have been helping her

and coaching her
this entire time.

I am the better singer.

I've always been better,

and Jacqueline knows that.

So why
are you choosing

to just hide in the wings?

She's been keeping me there.

She owes me
everything,

but I am her dirty
little secret.

She is threatened
by my talent!

Ah, of course,

so you wanted revenge?

You wanted to kill the woman
who killed your career.

No, I was protecting Aubrey.

She was so talented.

And Jacqueline was going
to crush her

just like she crushed me.

I had to stop her!

The defense rests,

- Your Honor.
- And...

scene!

Brava. Brava. Yes.

Brava. Yes.

Yes.

Theater people can
be so dramatic, huh?

Yes.

Magda crumpled like a
house of fine gingerbread.

Well, I just gave her
a little push, that's all.

And I did not keep her down.

You couldn't have acknowledged
her just a little bit?

Perhaps thanking Magda
might not have diminished me.

Oh, God, no, no, no.

Nothing could diminish
your bright star.

Truer words were never spoken.

Jacqueline, we could not have
won your case without Lyle.

He is a wonderful detective.

And can I just say,
mother to mother,

if I can work with my son Todd,
who was a mess,

trust me,

I think you could maybe
find a way to meet Lyle

wherever he is.

Thank you.

Oh, here comes your mom.

Looks like she's mad.
Okay, bye.

So, Lyle,

it looks like you're,
you're good at your job.

A detective.

But you can't tell me that
your perfect pitch didn't help.

I never had that.

I wish I did.

Maybe it did help.

I love you.

Come on.

I know.

I love you, too.

How'd you do that?

Ah, they wanted to connect.

They just didn't know how.

Hey, Susan.

Hi.

I just wanted you to know
that, uh...

I am, I am really so happy
for you.

You're married
now, and...

40 under 40?

Aw. That is a big deal.

And I never had that
kind of opportunity

because...

well, I-I got started
later in-in my career.

I mean, maybe I'm even
a tad jealous.

But I am really,
really happy for you.

I appreciate that,
Margaret, but...

Beverly has
really been helping me.

Uh-huh.

With-with opera tickets

and photo shoots.

Susan, I-I guided you,

I-I've supported you and...

Okay, I may not be able to
give you a promotion right now,

but that doesn't mean
I'm not rooting for you.

Yeah, with all due respect,
Margaret,

I'm hearing you talk a lot
about mentorship,

but Beverly
is actually doing it.

Okay.

But like I said,
Beverly is doing it,

- but she's doing it...
- Ooh. Margaret.

Would you excuse us?

I have something to discuss

with Susan.

This check will take care
of Sam's Bagels,

and I think

that is it
for today.

Okay.

Here you go.

Are they still calling me

the Grim Reaper, Francey?

Mm-hmm.

Oh, honey,
nothing lasts forever.

I'm gonna go put this
in the mail.

You going out
to dinner with Todd?

No.

No?

But if you're free,
I'd love to go out with you.

Ah.

I am.

Oh.
And I'd love to.

Okay.
Come on, girl.

Hey, Al, um,
I-I wanted to talk to you.

Oh, hi, I-I was actually
waiting to talk to you.

Oh. Uh... what about?

Okay.

Listen, I am going
to move out.

Eventually. Loo-- I started
looking online today.

It's going to happen.
Hey, I'm sorry.

Eh.
No, I owe you,

and-and you don't have

to just leave
just because I...
No, but-but I-I realized

why I was staying,
and-and so I wanted to tell you.

Um...

I think I'm clinging to you

because you're familiar,

and I'm not there
with Mom right now.

Right.
And so

the thought of,
like, signing a lease

or buying another house
or moving, it's just...

I'm gun-shy.

You know? Like, I...
Yeah, yeah.

I failed at all of that.

And so,

while I'm waiting
for that to, like, feel

like something I'm ready
to try... again,

I think I just want to feel
anchored by something.

Mm.
And I think that something
is you

right now.

Um, so,

thank you for letting me sleep
on this disgusting couch.

And...

and I-I will be out
of here eventually.

Soon.

Hey, look.

You don't have to go.

I don't have to be
the lone-est lone wolf.

I'm still doing it,
I'm putting things together.

I'm still on my way up.
Hmm.

And you're not cramping me.

That much.

It's okay.

Look, I do want to leave.

And I don't.

I know.

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