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You said you'd find me
the man of my dreams.

Lainey,

this man is worth
over $100 million

and has all his hair.

Look at his nose.

Okay, yes, maybe it's
a little crooked.

Short.

His nose is too short
for me to look at.

I've been to five weddings
this year, Margo. Five.

And not one of those brides

has spent hundreds of
thousands of dollars

on a matchmaker like I have.

What is the problem?

Is it me?

Of course it's not.

Okay. We all have

our own unique love journeys.

As long as you
continue to believe,

"and refuse to settle
for the wrong person,

then Cupid will
hit the bullseye."

Yes, I read your book.
It was another $35.

I will continue searching.
But you've got to understand,

finding a man who
spends his free time

protecting the coral reef,

has good teeth, and
flies private takes time.

You have until the
end of the year.

Lainey...

And if you don't find
me my perfect guy,

I will tell everyone
that Margo Clarke,

the "Goddess of
Love," is a fraud.

Hey!

Officer, what do you
think you're doing?

This is handicap.

I'm on anti-depressants.

Excuse...

Ma'am, let go of my arm.

I'm only gonna tell you once.

How rude!

That's it. Let's go. Now
you're coming with me.

Oh! Oh, so now you're
arresting me? Mm-hmm.

Didn't they teach you to
deescalate in the academy?

Unbelievable.

What's your name?

I used to think a man like
you couldn't possibly exist.

Well, I do, my darling.

And now that I've found you,
I never want us to be apart.

Lainey Anne Belfort

you are the most amazing
woman I have ever known.

And I want you to be my wife.

Oh, my God. Will you marry me?

Yes! Yes!

Yes! Oh!

Thank you.

The Goddess of Love has
answered your prayer.

You made good time.

Well, it's freezing out. No
one's on the roads. Whew.

Hey, I thought we agreed you'd
speak Aussie at all times.

Come on, it's fine.
No one's here.

What'd you have me come
all the way out here for?

It's safer.

I had these drawn up.

Oh, come on. Divorce papers?

Yeah. It's your
one-year anniversary.

Ya made it.

Now you can divorce
Lainey and skip town

with a sizable
amount of her money.

Minus my sizable cut.

No, I can't do it.

What do you mean
you can't do it?

The stage has been set.

You've been picking fights with
her like we rehearsed, right?

Yeah, and I hated it.

The thing is, I love her.

How? I just do.

And I want her to know
the real me, you know?

You're an Uber driver

who never finished a full
semester of community college.

Lainey already
knows I'm broke. No.

She thinks your "crypto
exchange" went bust.

She also thinks you have

a wealthy family in Brisbin

and fancy degrees. Ya
don't. Yeah, well, listen,

our relationship
ain't about all that.

She loves me for me.

Lainey isn't capable
of real love.

And even if she were,

how do you think she'd feel
about you defrauding her?

Well, then, I'd tell
her that she changed me.

I changed you!

Have you thought about what
this would do to my business?

My reputation, if she found out
you're my low-rent Frankenstein?

Lainey is a good person.
She'll look past all of that.

Women with trust funds
aren't good people.

I'm willing to take that risk.

Stop!

Don't do this.

The truth will land
us both in prison.

I'm done lying!

Oh, my God.

Ms. Tascioni.

Oh, sorry. I just love
little tchotchkes like this.

That's a Yiddish
word, it means...

I know what it means.

Right. Sorry.

You were saying?

An Australian man
named Gabriel Erwood,

whom I happen to know,

didn't come home last night.

And his wife is
understandably worried.

Who's lead on the case?

You are.

Me?

But I-I mean, I'm-I'm
not a detective.

Prove yourself today and
maybe one day you will be.

Uh...

Is there evidence of foul play?

No. He's just missing.

Um, In New York,
doesn't an adult

have to face a
credible risk of harm

to be considered "missing"?

His wife, Lainey Belfort,

is a major donor
to my foundation.

Oh, so this is a favor.

A visit from a uniformed officer

in the company of Ms. Tascioni
with her consent decree

will demonstrate to Ms.
Belfort that we are taking

her husband's
disappearance seriously.

Well, Captain, there's
probably a logical explanation

for Mr. Erwood's
failure to come home.

And I trust you'll
approach this matter

as any good detective would.

I'll do my best.

Me, too.

I know some men ignore
their wives' calls,

but not Gabriel.

Has he ever disappeared before?

No, never. We have
been inseparable

since the moment
that we met. Aw.

That is so sweet.

And how did you
first get involved

with Captain
Wagner's foundation?

Um, my accountant.
It's a great cause

and I needed a tax write-off.

Um, I'm sorry, what
does this have to do

with my husband's disappearance?

Oh, nothing. You know,
just getting background.

Okay. Anything unusual

happen last night?

Uh...

We got in an argument. I
know how that sounds, but...

What was the argument about?

Gabriel's crypto business is
going through a rough patch.

It's, uh, it's put him on edge.

It got really ugly.

Does your husband have
anyone he might've consulted

about his problems?

A best friend, a relative?

I'm his best friend.

All his family's in Australia
and they're estranged.

Uh, we have one, we
have one mutual friend,

but she's not in town right now.

Her apartment is
being renovated.

Oh, where is she?

This is the Hamptons?

It hardly seems worth
that long a drive.

If it were summertime,
you'd get it.

Oh, now, this makes more sense.

Let's go.

I wouldn't call us
"friends," really.

Um, I introduced them. I'm
a professional matchmaker.

Hmm. Oh, my gosh, look at this.

Is this your book? It is.

You wrote this?

I did.

Wow, this looks great.

Who does the audiobook?

Viola Davis?

I do.

Wow, that's nice.

Can I keep this?

Sure. Thanks.

Did you still see Lainey and
Gabriel after they got married?

Oh, yes.

Um, after I make a match,

I often become the
therapist and confidante.

And it's so like
Lainey to freak out

and call the cops,
but I can't blame her

after the nasty fight they had.

Oh, you heard about that?

Uh, if you must know,

Gabriel came by here and
told me all about it.

Out here? And what
time was that?

Um

Sometime before it got dark.

Uh, but it gets so dark so
early this time of year.

He was so upset, he wanted to

talk in person. Excuse me.

What are you doing?

Uh, your rug.

It's missing.

See, there's an outline

where a rug used to be.

You're very observant.

Oh, no, not really.

I just, uh, notice
things that are odd.

Uh, there was a rug,

but I decided I
didn't like the color.

Uh-huh.

I have so many fond
childhood memories,

sitting by a warm
fire on a cozy rug.

Or was that a movie?

No, that was me.

This fire doesn't have

the woodsy smell I
remember, though.

I guess it depends

on what you're burning.

Did you grow up around here?

Um, gosh, no.

Peoria. That's in Illinois.

You know the old line,

"But will it play in Peoria?"

And does it?

Not usually, no.

Peoria is certainly not

the Hamptons.

Well, nothing is, is it?

Oh, no, siree. Well...

I ordered a new rug, if that
makes you feel any better.

Oh, where from?

Does it matter?

Oh, I just thought I
could do some shopping,

since I have to
furnish an apartment,

if I can ever find one.

Ooh, New York real
estate is a beast.

Well, the Hamptons Antique
Store, where I'm getting my rug,

is for people with
very discerning taste.

I thought you were here
to talk about Gabriel.

Did Mr. Erwood say
anything yesterday

that might've indicated
where he might've gone?

No, but after that fight,

I think Gabriel had had enough.

Did you tell Lainey
that he was here?

Uh, Gabriel begged me not to.

Now, I noticed you have
some security cameras

on the perimeter of your house?

A few. Yes.

Maybe we can take a look?

It might give us an idea

as to where Gabriel
might've gone.

Yeah.

Good thinking.

That's all there is, I'm afraid.

You don't have any footage
of him getting into the car?

Not at that angle.

It's a shame.

I'm sorry I can't
be more helpful.

We'll put out a BOLO.

See if anyone spotted his car.

But you'll let us know if you
do hear anything from Gabriel?

Of course.

We'll see ourselves out.

Thank you for your time.

We found his car.

You did? Where?

At a bus stop in the Hamptons.

A bus stop? Gabriel's never

taken public
transportation in his life.

It's possible he
left his car there

and was picked up
by someone else.

You mean another woman?

No. No way.

We don't know yet,
but it's not uncommon

for a man to leave town
for some unknown reason.

It doesn't mean there's a
real case to investigate.

But what was he doing
in the Hamptons?

He went to Margo's
first to talk.

Why didn't Margo tell me?

I think she was trying
to protect your feelings.

Oh, he was gonna leave me.

He was gonna leave me
because we had that fight.

We don't know about
that, but you know men.

Bruised egos.

They need time.

God, I'm such a bitch.

No. Margo always
kept warning me.

"You've got to stop
driving men away."

And, look, here I am.

When you do hear from Gabriel,

please let us know.

Lainey Belfort?

I'm Lainey.

Uh, your husband booked
a couples massage.

Happy anniversary.

He must've booked this
a while ago, because...

Nope, he booked it yesterday.

Kickoff for a
special celebration?

I told you, he
didn't just run off.

Oh, God. Something terrible
must've happened to him.

Seems like you got
a real case now.

Hmm.

We think Gabriel was
the victim of foul play.

Because he booked a massage?

Or because some lady's
rug was missing?

Yes.

Did we also mention there was
a fire going in the fireplace?

Yes, you did. In the
middle of winter, no less.

You don't think there's
cause for a search

of Margo's property?

Based on what I've heard so far?

Not even close.

But she was the last
one to see Gabriel.

He hasn't come home?

You are talking about
Gabriel Erwood, right?

Elsbeth Tascioni, meet my wife,

Claudia Payne.

So nice to meet you.

I love your scarf,
your earrings,

your name, everything about you.

Well, aren't you
a slice of heaven?

It's a pleasure.

Did he tell that you we were at
Gabriel and Lainey's wedding?

That must've been
quite the event.

It was all right.

It's not easy to impress
people in this city,

which is why we have to go over

those place settings
for the gala.

Oh, that's why she's here,

tormenting me.

My husband did tell you

about our foundation gala,

right? No.

No? Oh, and it's
this weekend. No.

You have to come.

Um, oh, no. No, no, no. Oh, no.

I'm, um, not really a gala gal.

I insist.

Please. Bring a date.

I am still new in town.

So I haven't really met
any gala date types yet.

Oh, that's just because
you haven't been looking.

Elsbeth has other
things to focus on.

Sweetheart, if you please,
just give us a minute.

Yes, of course. I'll
go pick on Noonan.

And then it's place settings.

I'm not kidding. All right.

I do find it hard to believe

that Gabriel walked
out on Lainey.

They were so in love.

Not helping, Claudia.

Okay.

I'll see you this
weekend, Elsbeth.

She's serious about
this, isn't she?

Deadly.

Oh, no. Ms. Tascioni,

no judge is gonna
issue a search warrant

for a missing rug.
You know that.

Then let's set up a
detail. On the matchmaker?

Yeah, then maybe we
could witness something

that would trigger a warrant.

Ah, we don't even know
if a crime was committed.

Look, show me credible
evidence of violence

or harm and then I'll
put a detective on it.

Until then, there's
nothing I can do.

Follow me.

Why are we sneaking around?

Just... come on.

Oh, okay.

Hmm. Wait.

Um, what is that?

Oh.

I got tired of the brick wall,

so I got this digital
window thingy online.

My son helped me

pick out the vistas
over the phone.

Oh, he has such an eye.

It's nice, isn't it?

It is.

So is that why you
brought me in here...?

Oh, no.

I think we need to go back

and figure out how Gabriel's car

got to that bus stop.

We saw it leave Margo's house.

Right.

We saw his car leave.

You think there was someone

other than Gabriel
behind the wheel,

and they left it at the bus stop

to make it look like
he skipped town.

There's my Detective Kaya.

Let's go.

Mm, mm-mm.

Come on.

I've got reports to file.

And we didn't exactly get the
go-ahead from the captain.

Right.

Okay, I don't want to
get you in trouble.

You just go without me.

Are you sure? I'm serious.

Okay.

I'll report back. Okay.

Oh, wait, one more
thing. Mm-hmm.

How do I get to the
Hamptons by myself?

Is there a train?
Maybe a trolley?

MARGO Most people set out

into the dating wilderness

without the proper
arrows in their quiver.

Having just one... looks,
money, or personality

is not enough to
hit the bullseye.

Okay, thank you, Chris.

And you're sure
you never saw him?

Ma'am, it's the off-season.
Limited service.

Only a few regulars on board.

And none of them
look like that guy.

Guys like that usually
fly out by helicopter.

Helicopter.

That's how it's worth the drive.

Rich people don't.

Well, thanks for the ride.

All right. And you'll be sure

to show his photo to the
other drivers just in case?

Sure thing. You
know what's funny?

The word "jitney."

It sounds so fun and old-timey,

but it's really just a nice
bus with a bathroom, isn't it?

'Cause... Oh, sorry,
you have to go.

Okay, bye.

See ya.

Drive safe! Bye.

♪ Another winter ♪

♪ The renters go home ♪

♪ The maple goes from
crimson to brown ♪

♪ Oh, God ♪

♪ My God ♪

♪ Another winter in a summer ♪

♪ Town. ♪

Margo Clarke? Mm-hmm.

Yes, she bought another rug.

It's on order.

I told her if she
wants the same one,

she'll have to wait.

What do you mean "the same one"?

She ordered the same
rug that she had.

Huh. 'Cause she told me

you know, as her friend

that, uh, she just
didn't like the color.

My dear, each rug is an
individual work of art.

Technically the same
and yet... different.

I don't know why she
tired of the first one.

It looked exquisite
in the magazine.

"Magazine"?

Hampton's Quarterly.

They did a whole feature
on Margo last month.

Hmm. That table is a
Chippendale, you know.

Oh. A steal at 10,000.

I'm between
apartments right now.

But can I keep this?

Yeah. Thank you.

Oh.

Oh, Margo!

Hi! It's me.

It's Elsbeth. Right.

Elsbeth.

You should think
about changing it.

What are you doing here?

You were right
about the Hamptons.

So pricey.

But everyone here
is super friendly.

Until you talk to
them for too long.

Yeah, well,

we're not used to having
visitors this time of year.

Arthur? Oh, good news.

Arthur says he's
working on getting you

your rug as soon as possible.

Good.

I came to check and
you did it for me.

The sooner I get it, the
sooner I can get back

to enjoying those woodsy fires.

But funny, though, um,

he said that you
ordered the same rug,

but I thought you said you
just didn't like the color.

Mm, you misunderstood.

The colors in the old rug, they
were losing their vibrancy.

I want new.

Oh, I see. Out with the old...

Art? Art.

So, how's Lainey?

She still strong-arming
the police?

New information came
in that makes her think

that Gabriel intended to
celebrate their anniversary.

Huh.

Is that fireplace cleaner?

It's... Okay, what...?

It's for my allergies.

The ashes, they aggravate them.

That stuff's great,
if you've been burning

something nasty in there.

What's this new information?

Do they think something
happened to Gabriel?

I think a formal
investigation is imminent.

And operating under
the consent decree,

I need to make sure they...
look in the right direction.

Elsbeth... love that name

how do you feel about
a nice, cold walk?

Oh. Okay.

I could've told you that
Gabriel had something special

planned for their anniversary.

That's the kind of man he was.

But after their argument, he
couldn't go through with it.

It was that bad?

Lainey has a ferocious temper.

Ah. Nothing ever satisfies her.

I almost dropped her as a
client many times because of it.

Really? Yeah.

It'd be easier to
find a match for you.

Ma... You're so upbeat.

So simple.

Well, it may seem like
that, but there's a lot more

going on inside
here, believe me.

Ah, I think I do.

And the men who are
turned on by that, well

they can be a little crazy.

It doesn't end well.

Yeah, well, love
hurts. Oh, yeah.

And lawyers always end up
having sex on top of desks.

You never see the stapler,
until it's too late.

Oh, hi.

Oh, wow.

Nothing like catching
the big fish, is there?

Have a good day.

Anyway, you know all
about how hard dating is.

I mean, you know everything.

So, I need a date for a
fundraiser this weekend.

Uh, do you think
you could help me?

I mean, what do you charge?

I'm sorry, I've got a
months-long waiting list.

Plus, I suspect I'm gonna have
my hands full with Lainey.

You know, repeat business.

But she and Gabriel
might work it out.

No, that marriage is over.

Hi.

Every bus driver swore

Gabriel Erwood never
got on a bus, so someone

wants to make it look like
he took a bus when he didn't.

Huh. And did you know?

The Jitney does wine tours.

No... Ms. Tascioni?

Before you book any tours,

there's someone here
you should meet.

This is Detective Darren Jax,

Suffolk County PD.

He just informed us
we no longer need

to search for Gabriel Erwood.

You found him? You
could say that.

A couple fishermen
found your guy's body

a mile or so off
of Georgica Beach.

He drowned? He might have,

if he hadn't been
murdered first.

Cause of death is blunt
force trauma to the head.

One hit from behind, no signs
of struggle. Do they know

what he was hit with?
Something made of heavy brass.

Brass? How do you know that?

They pulled a piece
of it from his skull.

You want to take
that home with you?

No, it's evidence.

Can I?

I was kidding.

Do we know a time of death?

A couple days ago.
Now, he was dead

before he hit the water.

And here's the best part:

His name isn't Gabriel Erwood.

What do you mean?

According to fingerprint
and dental records

from the few real
teeth left in his mouth

the victim is one Dennis Pagano

from Teaneck, New Jersey.

Yeah.

I wanted to see your faces.

Well? Oh. Dennis Pagano,

with a record of petty crime.

Shoplifting, forgery.

But he seemed to
leave all that behind

when he became Gabriel Erwood
of Brisbane, Australia.

And I was at their wedding.

Has anyone told Lainey?

I did.

She didn't take it well.

You get your wish.

Detective Jax is gonna search
Margo's house in the Hamptons,

and Lainey's, too.

Lainey has one, too?

They all have one.

You don't really think Lainey
killed Gabriel, do you?

It doesn't matter what I think.

Suffolk County is in charge now.

Well... So, you stay
out of their way.

This a real murder
investigation now.

Yep, and now it belongs
to another department.

Just my luck. Well,
that detective

is gonna focus on
Lainey, won't he?

Oh, the spouse is
always a suspect.

Gabriel and Lainey were one of
Margo's big success stories.

If anyone found
out he was a fraud,

it would ruin
Margo's reputation.

That's a good motive,
but without proof,

what can we do? Elsbeth.

Lainey?

Margo always did a
thorough background check.

That's what she was paid for.

So she must have known that
Gabriel was an imposter.

Um, come here.

I opened up my heart,

my investment
portfolio, for this man,

and he was from New Jersey?

I'm gonna kill Margo.

Shh... whoa, whoa. I wouldn't
say things like that.

Why not? Those other cops

are already treating
me like a killer.

Well, they probably
think you found out

Dennis was a fraud
and you killed him.

I can't be their only suspect.

This is insane.

A guy from New Jersey
must have enemies

the cops don't know
about. And the police

will look for them. They'd
better, 'cause if not,

I'm gonna end up in a tiny
little jail cell like this.

I just found someone who knows
more about Dennis Pagano.

Who? His girlfriend.

I don't know what trouble

Dennis has gotten himself into,

but whatever it is,
he's on his own.

I ain't bailing him
out again, okay?

He's dead to me.

Actually, he's dead to everyone.

He's been murdered.

And you're coming
here because you think

I had something to do with it?

No one's accusing you.

Good, because I've
barely seen him in weeks,

and I've been working
here every night.

You can ask.

The police don't know who
did it yet, but they will.

And I am so sorry.

Oh, God.

Dennis.

Boy.

This is just the kind of thing
that always happens to me.

Well, it, uh, serves him right

for dumping me after
everything we been through.

So, you've been
together a long time?

14 years.

Things had been great
between us this last year.

He finally had a steady job.

And what kind of steady job?

Some rich lady hired
him to be her driver,

like he did for Uber.

She had him working
all the time.

He had to live
there to be on call.

The money was good,
so I didn't complain.

He said it would be temporary.

But then, last week,

he tells me he's
leaving me for her.

Said he didn't want to live a
lie anymore. You believe that?

What do you think
he meant by that?

That he'd been cheating
on me this whole time.

I should have known
when he started

getting better-looking
and acting all sneaky.

Lying bastard.

Acting sneaky how?

Hiding his phone from me,
locking his file cabinet.

Oh, there's a file cabinet?

Maybe we can take a look at it?

If you know how to break
a lock, it's yours.

So, Tina said Dennis didn't
want to live a lie anymore.

So maybe "Gabriel"
came clean to Margo

about who he really was.

Yes.

Exactly. Margo would be livid.

Mm. Yes. She would know

that that kind of revelation
could ruin her business.

Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm. Her whole brand.

So she got so angry Mm-hmm.

That she picked-up a brass...

Candlestick.

Yes. Yes.

She picked up a brass
candlestick and then

wham!

Killed him in the study while
Colonel Mustard looked on.

I used to love that game.

Oh.

Mrs. Peacock. Check this out.

Brand-new teeth.

What? Mm-hmm. And there's more.

Receipts for tattoo removal,

fitness training,

even a subscription to
a virtual dialect coach.

And check out the dates.

All before he met Lainey.

Well, how does an Uber
driver afford all this?

Credit cards? Isn't that how
most people pay for things?

No, no. He had a sponsor.

Margo. Margo.

She helped

Dennis Pagano

become Gabriel Erwood.

But then he wanted to let
Lainey in on the secret.

Yes. We have to trace these
receipts back to Margo.

He kept them to make
sure she reimbursed him.

Mm-hmm. Okay, here's one.

Here's another one. Okay.

Wow. This one's...

Whoa.

Find something important?

You could say that.

This is a handwritten note
from Lainey to Gabriel.

What's it say?

It says, "My darling,
if you even think

of trying to leave
me, I'll kill you."

Well, well, well. Good work.

But that letter is
circumstantial evidence.

Textbook. You can't
build a case around it.

You would still need
something concrete

to tie Lainey to the murder,
and it doesn't exist.

Finding out your husband is
a scumbag who married you

for your money is a hell of
a motive, don't you think?

What about Margo's estate?
Did you find anything?

At the matchmaker's? Nah.

No blood traces,
no DNA, nothing.

The rug must have
absorbed it all.

Kept it from getting
on the wood floor.

Uh, did you search
the fireplace, though?

There were rug fibers in
there, but, uh... See?

She burned the evidence.

Lady, I'd love to make
that woman a suspect

given the way she
treated my guys,

but I can't do it.
She wasn't nice

to your officers?

Let's just say
I'm not surprised.

Ms. Clarke has a record

for assaulting an
officer. She does?

See, that proves she's
capable of violence.

It proves she's a
pain in the ass.

Hey. Look what I got.

Margo's arrest record.

Ooh! Let me see. Mm-hmm. Oh.

So, just different every time?

Huh? Oh, yeah.

Depends on my mood.

And I have a lot of moods.

So, Margo's arrest took place

right outside
Lainey's apartment.

Another high-priced consultation
with Lainey ordering Margo

to find her the perfect husband.

So, Margo left... Mm-hmm.

And then took out
her frustrations

on that poor cop,

and then got locked
in the slammer.

But here's the best part.

Look at the precinct
and the date.

Mm-hmm. Something
just rang a bell,

so I compared it to
Dennis Pagano's record.

Oh, my God.

Dennis Pagano was arrested for
shoplifting the same night.

They were booked at
the same precinct

at the same time.

So Margo did know Dennis Pagano.

I kind of love that
they met in jail.

That's where Margo found him,

and then decided to turn
him into Lainey's dream man.

Oh, I can't wait to
see what she says.

Nice investigative work,

soon-to-be Detective Blanke.

Thank you. Hey.

Will you come with
me to the fundraiser?

I can brag about you
to all the detectives.

You still haven't found a date?

It's hard to meet
people in this city.

Oh, yeah. So you'll
come with me?

No. Sorry.

Not a gala gal.
That's what I said.

Huh. Still not going.

So, you didn't know Gabriel
was really Dennis Pagano?

How could I?

Well, we took a trip
to New Jersey...

Oh, sorry to hear that.

Yeah, definitely
not the Hamptons,

but we did learn some fun facts,

like: After spending one
night in jail with you,

Dennis Pagano went from
being a petty criminal

to an Australian entrepreneur.

With the help of some dental
work and a few cosmetic changes.

We have the arrest records

and the receipts;
Dennis saved them all.

Probably as proof in
case you wanted to

double-cross him.

Okay, say I did
help jailbird Dennis

with a little glow-up.

We all do things
to make ourselves

more appealing, don't we?

Or is that your natural color?

You created fake investments,
social media accounts.

Okay.

Dennis's makeover
might've been extreme,

but Lainey was a
difficult client.

No straight man was
gonna go to the trouble

of becoming everything she
needed without me pushing.

So... arrest me.

Oh, that's right.

You know as well as I do

what I did might be fraud

though you'd have
trouble making the case

without Dennis to corroborate,

but it isn't murder.

So...

Are we done here?

Wait.

Something's missing,
and I know what it is.

The rug. We know.

No, not the rug.

All that Where's Waldo?
Has finally paid off.

Cupid.

When you took this photo,

there was a darling
Cupid on the pedestal.

Perfect for your brand,

by the way. Oh, that?

The photographer
thought it was cute.

Well, where is it now?

Somewhere in storage.

I don't like clutter.

Oh, gosh.

I wish I could be
more like that.

I'll bet. Yeah.

By the way, have
you found a date yet

for your event?

Uh... No. No, I haven't.

I am still... well,
working on that.

A bit of free advice?

Focus on love, Ms. Tascioni.

More than your career,
whatever it is.

End of the day, love
is all that matters.

That Cupid is our
candlestick. Mm-hmm.

It's probably at the bottom
of the ocean somewhere.

Oh, my gosh, your detective
skills are amazing!

I'm not saying we should
search the entire ocean.

That would be
ridiculous. I agree.

Just, you know, where
the body was found.

Uh, how big a radius we
talking? Half a mile?

Objects tend to drift
in the ocean, you know.

Half a mile at most.
Ah, Ms. Tascioni,

the NYPD's Scuba Team is
a highly specialized unit.

Their job is to perform
dangerous rescue operations,

not look for brass figurines.

It's actually more
of a statuette.

The answer is no.

You realize everything you found

makes me look even more guilty.

Meeting Dennis'
girlfriend also led us

to Margo and her motive.

You think Margo killed him?

We think he was
about to defy Margo

and tell you the truth.

That he's from Jersey?

Why?

Because he'd really
fallen in love with you.

He loved me? He did.

He didn't want to lie anymore.

Sometimes I forget
I'm actually lovable.

Aw. I bet Margo coached him

on everything to do
and everything to say.

No wonder he was so good in bed.

We don't know about that,

but, um, we think that
she killed him with this.

The Cupid.

I got that for her, right
after we got engaged.

That's a nice gift.
It's not that nice.

I'd spent enough on
Margo's retainer.

That's actually a knockoff
of a bronze one I saw.

This one was made of brass?

Yeah. How'd you know?

It was like $30.
Don't tell Margo.

Quite the bargain. Mm-hmm.

How do you think I stay rich?

Oh, yes. Not to worry.

I believe I know a dealer
in SoHo who has one.

The exact same one?

It's got to match. Very same.

I can have it to
you in the morning.

Oh, thank God.

It's $60,000. I'm sorry, what?

Do you need time
to think about it?

No. I don't do time.

Hi. Elsbeth! So glad
you could make it.

Well, you were so
cryptic when you called,

I figured this would
be worth the drive.

Indeed it is.

I have found the
perfect man for you.

What? Really?

I thought you said you
weren't taking on new clients.

I couldn't resist.
He's an archaeologist,

so you both like
nosing into things.

He's just back from
Kiribati, actually.

Oh. Where's that exactly?

No idea, but wait till
you see his picture.

Handsome, right?

Oh, he is very...

Is that Cupid?

Why, yes. Yes, it is.

That's the same Cupid
that was on the pedestal

when you had your photo shoot?

Yeah, you were so fond of it,
I pulled it out of storage.

Huh. But the Cupid in the photo

had three arrows in his quiver
and this one only has two.

And you always want more
arrows in your quiver.

That's from your book.

Yeah, you're mistaken. No. See,

if you compare this
one with the... whoa

one in the, uh, magazine...

Maybe it fell out in
storage. No one cares.

Yeah, yeah. You're
probably right.

I do tend to notice things
that other people don't.

Like... that man's

excessive nose hair,
and like you say,

I wouldn't want to settle for
the wrong pers... Whoa. Hey!

Careful with that. My God!

I'm so sorry. It's just
heavier than it looks.

Well, it should be.
It's solid bronze.

Are you sure?

Of course, I'm sure.
It's an antique.

Because Lainey said
she bought it for you.

As a matter of
fact, she did. So?

Well, the one Lainey got
for you was made of brass.

It was a fake, which
is kind of ironic

when you think about it.

But the thing is,

the weapon used to kill
Dennis was made of brass.

A man killed by a brass Cupid.

How poetic.

But as you can see, this
one is made of bronze.

Too bad your brass
one isn't here,

so you can't prove anything.

You know what?

You can leave.

Who could that be? Oh, right.

I forgot.

Uh, I invited some
friends to meet me here.

Hi.

Uh, this is Jake and Harvey.

This is Margo.

They found Dennis's body.

What are they doing here?

Well, I suggested that

they go back to
their fishing spot

with a metal detector.

Can you believe the police
wouldn't spend the resources?

Come on in, gentlemen.

And look what they found.

See? Three arrows.

Just like the photo.

Although, this one's chipped.

Well, my guess is that the
missing piece will match

the one the coroner found
in Dennis's head wound.

What is this? Are
you arresting me?

Uh, no, they are.

No. Wait.

I can't go from this to prison.

Yeah, it won't be the Hamptons,

but nothing is, is it?

Why did that idiot
have to fall in love?

Tascioni. Hey.

Kaya! Oh, my gosh! Oh,
you look amazing. Wow.

I do not put heels
on for just anybody,

so you owe me, just
so we're clear.

Very clear.

Officer Blanke, are you
gonna fill the detectives in?

According to Tascioni, you
basically solved a murder.

They have a lot of questions.
They want to talk to you.

I... Come on.

It's the least you can do.

Okay. There you go.

Yes.

Oh.

Oh. Okay.

Oh. Thank you.

Elsbeth. Mm. Mm.

Hi. Hi.

Are you enjoying
yourself? Mm-hmm.

I don't know what I'm eating,
but it's delicious. Okay.

Oh, wow. There are so many
important people here.

Mm-hmm. Ooh, that guy that
Captain Wagner's talking to

looks very important. Who's he?

That's the owner of FlairAll,
that buzzy fast fashion company.

He's loaded. Mm.

What? Me? Yeah.

No. (Laughs) Mm-mm.

So, Captain Wagner helps raise
money for the foundation, right?

Yes. He brings in a
lot of major donors.

How does he do it?

Well, few people say no

to talking to an NYPD captain.

Oh, I see. He hates
the schmoozing part,

but sending kids to college
on full scholarships,

he loves that part.

That's so nice. Yeah.

Please, excuse me. Of course.

Another Shirley Temple, please.

Hello?

I hear Wagner's foundation

is having a big soiree. Mm-hmm.

The food's delicious.

You're there now?

Notice anything suspicious?

Mm...

I'm not sure yet.

It's still early.

She's a little quirky,

but I like that
Elsbeth character.

Hmm. You like everybody.

No, really.

She seemed genuinely
interested in the foundation.

And in you.

And...

She asked a lot of questions.

That's classic Elsbeth.

That's what she does
whenever she's on a case,

pursuing her prey. Mm.

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