All language subtitles for Elsbeth.S01E02.A.Classic.New.York.Character.720p.AMZN.WEB-DL.DDP5.1.H.264-NTb

Yes, my darlings,
it's that time of the month,

where we gather for
an open and civil discourse

on the issues
facing our cooperative.

Shut that mutt up!

I'm not kidding,
Dorothy. I mean it.

And stop leaving little presents
for me in the garden.

♪ Happy birthday...

You all should have received

the agenda in advance.

♪ Happy birthday, dear...

Shut up!

DANIEL [in distance]:
What do you want from us?!

We have to live our lives!

Oh, Annie,
you're still single, yes?

My son won the lottery
for tickets to Moulin Rouge!

I have no interest.
You should be his date.

Mom, stop. Mom? Stop.

You'll all get your chance
to bitch at me, I promise.

Why would you paint
the lobby walls oatmeal?

It's the color
they use in institutions.

I don't hear you.

And it's taupe.

Taupe, you philistine.

And we must replace
the sidewalk.

People are going
to sue the building.

Take it up at the board meeting.

Oh, I will.

So, shall we begin?

Item three on the agenda.

Leonard, you seem to be
chomping at the bit.

Simply put,
we have all wanted to escape

your reign of terror for years,
but you've always blocked us.

Well, we now have a buyer
that even you can't reject.

Joann Lenox from
Joann Lenox Realty will explain.

Joann?

Thank you, Leonard.

My client is prepared
to purchase four units

at a price that will bring
generational wealth

to everyone in this building.

Now, I can't say more, but
she is a national treasure

who wants these apartments
for members of her family,

and her name
rhymes with "Boprah."

Ooh, I just said
it out loud.

- Oh, shh. Don't tell anyone.
- Yes. It's her.

- You've got it right.
- Vetoed.

What?

Celebrities bring paparazzi,

attention
and excessive renovations.

My family was part
of this original co-op,

and I won't allow
the culture to be changed.

This is outrageous.

If I were to allow
a sale at this time,

it would be
my son's garden apartment.

He doesn't deserve to live here.

You cannot keep
holding us hostage.

Uh, do you even have
the authority to do this?

How can anyone reject Boprah?

You have a problem, vote me out.

Anyone else want to put in
the 70 hours a week?

You come at me,
I'll come at you.

I have access
to all your financials,

and a whole lot more.

I know where the bodies
are buried.

Lewis?
Can you get that for me?

You can just drop it in there.

Come on, here we go.

Come on. Careful.

You're an unemployed DJ.

What could she
possibly see in you?

What could
anyone see in you?

I don't know, Ma. I don't know.

Oh, no. I think I
left the stove on.

Go get the soup. I'll go back.

Oh, Lewis.

I was gonna bring this
up to your mother tomorrow,

but since it concerns you, here.

Is this for real?

Your mother asked me
to prepare it.

I'm sorry.

I hate to get in the middle
of a family squabble.

You're listing my apartment?

- Kicking me out?
- Oh, that woman

is being
a little premature, but...

yes, I did mention it
as a possibility

at the last board meeting

and I guess she jumped on it.
That's what they do.

You've been threatening to do it
for years and...

Well, maybe this
really is the time.

Well, now?

You know my DJ business
dried up during the pandemic.

I'm gonna kill her.

Shut that dog up!

I have no job, no money.

How am I supposedto live?

You know, it really
is my fault, too.

I pampered you too much.

Every damn doodle
on that fridge.

No more.

Dorothy!

I'm warning you!

Oh, don't you wave me off
like that.

I'm serious. You know

I've had this convers... Oh,
what is the point of talking

- to you?
- You can't just cut me off.

Especially if it's
your fault, too.

Honey, this is tough love.

It's time you grew a pair.

I thought
you had that dog muzzled.

You take me seriously. I...

No!

Ma!

It's her son!

He must've pushed her!

Excuse me. Sorry.
Uh, please...

Excuse me. Oh, excuse me.
Sorry.

Ah, there you are.

- This way.
- Thanks.

Ooh, jumping like that
makes you lightheaded. Whoa.

This must be the suspect.

Oh, he looks like
he really needs a hug.

And a lawyer.

In New York,
I can only give the hug.

I heard them arguing.

They were always
fighting up there.

Next thing I know,

Gloria falls from the balcony,
face-first. Splat.

And you actually
saw her son push her?

Well, the streetlight went out
when they fixed the sidewalk,

so it was dark.

But I definitely
saw him run away.

So, they were arguing,

which is face-to-face,

and then she was pushed,

so shouldn't the victim
have landed on her back

and not her front?

Wait.

Two possibilities.

She either executed
a perfect backflip or...

something made her turn.

"Aah..."

Well, at least
she fell between the cones

and didn't hit anyone
on the way down.

Silver lining, right?

You must be Tascioni,
with the consent decree.

Heard you're, uh,
smarter than you seem,

but are a bit of a weirdo.

"Smarter than I seem"?
How nice.

I got that
on a report card once.

Ah...

Oh. Hi.

Hello.

So, did you know
the victim well?

Gloria Blecher was, well,
one of a kind.

A classic New York character.

But she and Lewis haven't been
the same since her husband left.

When was that?

30 years ago,
just after I moved in.

Mm. Hmm.

"Fisnik Raapi."

I'm doorman and super.

Gloria wanted two jobs,
one salary.

And there's no way
the railing gave way.

Witnesses said Gloria's
been leaning on it for decades.

They weren't shocked
it collapsed.

She was a little bird woman.

And we checked
all the balconies a month ago.

Fisnik Raapi.

It's Albanian.

Oh, wow. Right.

I've heard this fun
fact about Albanians.

No means yes, yes
means no. That true?

Yes.

Isn't that fun?

Uh, can I help you?

Oh, I-I'm a real
estate agent.

I've always wanted
to see in this unit.

Lady, the body's still warm.

Oh, I was actually called here
by the police.

One of my listings was in
Gloria's hand when she died.

And what was the listing for?

Her son's apartment. She was
kicking him out of the nest.

I guess he got upset.

I've already told the
officers downstairs.

I do a lot of business
in this building.

It's a very hard day.

Yet you still look immaculate.

Oh, thank you.

Well, I may seem unruffled,

but something like this
could really affect

the value of the co-op.

Uh, I'm sorry. We can't let
you contaminate the scene.

- Okay.
- Officer Blanke.

Yep.

See? We're wearing
these little booties.

I think we get to
keep 'em.

Mm.

You know, I'm new to the city.

Can you help me
find an apartment?

Oh, I'd be glad to refer you
to the appropriate broker.

I think I want you.
Can I have you?

Mm, my plate is pretty full.

I'm more like a side dish.
Do you have a card?

Oh...

I rushed here from my office
and forgot my bag.

- Too bad.
- Wait.

You're Joann Lenox.

I've seen your face
on billboards.

The billboards.

Wow, so I can find
your number, easy.

Great.

I'm Elsbeth, by the way.

Elsbeth Tascioni.

It's like "Elsbet,"
but with a "lithp."

I really hope we
can work together.

Isn't that Joann Lenox?

I thought she left her
bag at the office.

That's what she said.

Well, that's a funny thing.

Okay, let me see it.

- Might be the best one yet.
- Wow.

- That's uncanny.
- Right?

Can you believe the guy
never went to art school?

Mm-hmm.

Oh.

Where is it?
Oh, my gosh. Sorry.

Sorry.

Sorry.

I think I have to ta...
take this.

Um, I'll be right back.

Uh, Browner's got
the son in the box.

He hasn't lawyered up yet.

Said he has nothing to hide,
but you should

probably observe.

Oh, okay.

Oh, uh, sorry.

Yes. Yes, sir?

No update on Wagner?

What the hell
have you been doing?

Earning his trust?

You're not out there
to play cops and robbers

or to make friends.

Um,

I know you put me here
to watch him,

but is there anything

in particular you want me
to look for?

Any names,
any threatening phone calls.

Any unusual business dealings.

Even the smallest detail
can be important.

Copy that, sir.

I already told you.

Mrs. Lee's dog was barking.

Ma ran to the balcony
to yell at her,

and the railing gave way.
That's it.

And it's weird because
Dorothy had that dog muzzled.

Why-why was he barking again?

Accident, huh?

So why'd you try to run?

No, I didn't run.

I-I was just rushing
to where she fell.

I was scared.

Come on, your mother threatened

to cut you off and you
pushed her off the balcony.

No, no, I didn't push her.

I-I never even
liked to touch her in any way.

Does anyone else
even have a key?

To my mother's apartment? No.
Not even Fisnik.

You're insulting my
intelligence now, Lewis.

You had motive, means and
opportunity. You killed her!

Mm. Looks like Browner's
playing bad cop.

Then shouldn't there
be a good cop, too?

I already told you,
I didn't push her.

Lie to me again-- I dare you--

and I will bury your ass
under the jail!

Sorry, sorry.
I am so sorry.

I just thought
everyone might need

a little potty break
and a snack.

I brought "cragels."

They're a new half-croissant,

half-bagel hybrid.

Genius or folly?
Let's find out, hmm?

Are you nuts?
You can't just bust in here.

Actually, I think I can.

Oh, we'll see.

I'm calling Wagner.

Mm-hmm.

Oh, wow, that's not...

- This works for me. Thanks.
- Good.

Ma drove me crazy,
but I would never hurt her.

It was an accident.
Why won't anyone believe me?

I drive my son Teddy crazy, too,

but I know he loves me.

Families are complicated.

I'm not even sure she was really
gonna kick me out.

She seemed a little surprised
by the listing.

So, Joann Lenox jumped the gun?

Well, Ma had been
threatening to do it,

and then Joann's always
pushing for a sale,

and who knows?

Do you remember
if Joann had her bag

when she handed you
the listing?

I think it was designer.

It had a little monogram,

black. Had a little... I-I didn't notice.

Why do you ask?

Not sure yet.

A confession is inadmissibleThe suspect needs to be detained

if it's coerced, and you wereSo I can do my damn job and make

acting like such a bully
in there.make an arrest.

And you're acting like
a defense attorney.

Whose side are
- you on, anyway?
- The truth.

Oh... I am only
on the side of the truth now,

and it feels so good.

She's overstepping, Captain.
Please tell her.

Enough.

You're like my kids
in the back seat of the car

on the way to Florida.

- I'm not doing that again.
- Forensics came back.

The bolts on the railing
were deliberately loosened,

rigged to give way.

Where does that leave us?

Hmm...

Well, Detective
Browner's theory

is that this was
a crime of passion,

but the evidence
suggests the opposite.

- It was premeditated.
- So?

They both point to
the same person.

Lewis hated his
mother, killed her.

But Lewis only found out
about the listing

from Joann right before
he confronted his mother.

The bolts had to have
been loosened well before that.

I mean, why would Lewis
supply the means for the murder

before he even had the motive?

So what's
your theory?

Someone else

tampered with the railing.

It's worth investigating
before you throw away the key.

All right.

Detective, do what you do.
Go detect.

This one's not fully baked yet.

Ms. Tascioni,
you hang back.

Okay, before you say anything,

isn't this exactly what
the consent decree is for?

I' trying to save the department
from a lawsuit.

Observe and report
from a distance.

That's the job.

Stop sticking your nose
into everything.

Why can't you understand that?

Hmm?

Be... What?

Uh-uh.

You don't want
to do that. Just walk out.

Voice mails, am I right?

Oh.

- Hi.
- Oh, hi.

Oh, wow, you look incredible.
Again.

What's your secret?

Diet, exercise.

Vyvanse for my ADD.

Did you always
want to be a real estate agent?

I've always liked seeing
how other people lived.

It's like reading
their diaries.

I have to really
understand my client

to make a match.

You I don't get at all.

I don't get who you are
or what you actually do.

And I don't really think
you're looking for an apartment.

Why's that?

Why did you want to start

with this particular
building, Elsbeth?

Oh, it seemed lovely when...

When you were just here
for the murder investigation?

Admit it--
you're snooping around.

I don't have the authority
to investigate anything.

And my short-term rental
has bugs.

I'm a motivated buyer.
Promise.

Plus, I'm open to all
neighborhoods and possibilities.

I think it's time to

rebrand myself.

Don't a lot of people
do that here?

Do you have keys
to all the units?

See? Snooping.

Curiosity is not snooping.

It's actually a sign
of intelligence.

Oh, this is silly.

I don't have keys
to Gloria's apartment

and I never did.

I was indisposed.
Apologies.

Feel free to look around.

This isn't marble, is it?

Uh, no, it's concrete, actually.

It's a color I call
dark elegance.

- Isn't it incredible?
- Yeah.

Leonard's concrete company
provides the materials

for half the construction
in Manhattan.

The countertops are
just a side line.

Yes, I want people to see
the beauty in concrete,

not just the functionality.

Did you have anything to do
with the sidewalk repair

outside Gloria's unit?

Uh, well, yes, I did,
as a matter of fact.

It's just unfathomable
that Gloria died on it.

Mm.

Um, I feel grateful that I was
at the theater that evening

and didn't witness
it firsthand.

I have a subscription
to the Roundabout.

Gold Circle.

I didn't even know her,

and it still feels like a shock.

Well, Gloria was a real
classic New York character.

Although not the same
since her husband left her.

Didn't let anyone
get too close.

Heartbreak will do that to you.

Mm. I suppose

Yeah. Mm-hmm.that's true.

Uh, do you mind just
giving us a quick moment?

- Oh, sure, sure.
- Thank you.

Why are you
still showing

the apartment?
Is Oprah out?

Oprah is having cold feet
from the bad headlines.

But Gloria can no
longer block a sale,

so be thankful for that.

Who is that woman?
I don't trust her shoes.

Well, what do you think?

I think I want to be
a New Yorker with a view.

Lewis?

Why isn't he in prison?

I guess they don't have
enough evidence yet.

I hate when a job
isn't finished.

Well, it's worse if they
make a mistake.

That's kind of my job.
To make sure they don't.

I'm home!

And I'm innocent!

Milo, what are you doing?

What are you digging for?

Honey!

Milo, what... what...

Oh.

So, that powder
was near the railing?

Someone in good shape

could have easily
climbed from one balcony

to the other
and loosened the bolts.

Joann has a key
to Leonard Rosen's apartment.

That gives her opportunity.

- Hey!
- Oh!

But Joann's...

- My age?
- Look.

I agree Joann's a little hinky.

I mean, she did lie
about having her bag,

and little lies
usually cover bigger ones.

"Hinky."
Spoken like an attorney.

Whoa! Uh-uh!

You sure you want to eat that?

It's the world famous
dirty water dog.

Mmm.

Unmissable.

So that building
really in your price point

or you just working the case?

I defended some...

high-profile clients in Chicago.

Crime really does pay.

So this consent decree thing's
gonna last a while?

I hope so.

You're really just...
giving up your old life?

My old life can come visit.

You mean your son?

I just didn't
know you had one.

Teddy's in D.C. now.

He's doing great.

Doesn't tell me everything.

I try not to meddle,

but it's hard.

Elsbeth Tascioni.

- What's up?
- Hey.

The murder weapon was found
in the community garden.

The wrench that loosened
the screws on Gloria's railing.

And it has

Lewis Blecher's prints
all over it.

You know, you're right--

the truth...

really does feel good.

What's up, Kaya?

Whatever, Joey.

I admit the weed garden is mine.

But that's not illegal anymore.

Forget the weed.

How do you explain the wrench?

How do... I'm not handy.

I-I don't think I've ever
even touched a wrench.

Well, you touched this one.
Your prints are all over it.

Think fast.

What the hell
are you doing?

Sidebar.

You're not in court.

Lewis caught those pretzels
pieces with his right hand.

But forensics say the prints

on the wrench
were made by his left.

Why would he use his off hand

to turn those heavy bolts?

Killers' methods are
sometimes hard to fathom.

Stop overthinking it, yeah?

Uh...

I think I remember
how my prints

got on the wrench.

- Enlighten us.
- A neighbor was fixing

a bike outside and dropped it.

I was holding my mother's arm
with my right hand,

so I grabbed the wrench
with my left,

and put it away.

What neighbor?

I was the last buyer
Gloria approved.

I can't believe she's gone.

- Were you two close?
- No, no.

I heard she didn't trust people
since her husband left her.

But she was a great
New York character.

Do you remember seeing Lewis
the night of her death?

Sure, yeah, I, uh, I was fixing
my bike and I dropped my wrench.

And Lewis has this big, creepy
crush on me, so he helped.

Do you know
where the wrench is now?

Well, I assume that he put it
back in my toolbox.

- Can you check?
- Mm-hmm.

It's... gone.

Oh, my God.
I would hate to think

that something of mine was used

to kill someone.

Why would Lewis steal the wrench

from Annie on the way

to get soup with his mother?

What... Not a
closet anymore.

He wouldn't have time
to loosen the bolts.

It all happened too fast.

Well, loosening the bolts
didn't have to take long.

And his prints are
on the murder weapon.

Which was so conveniently
found in his weed garden.

You think he was framed?

Well, Lewis said that Gloria
was surprised by the listing.

Ever think Joann
showed it to him

right then to deliberately
provoke a reaction?

Ever think the suspect
might be stirring

some maternal instincts

and you have a soft spot?

Oh...

Wow. You didn't tell me
exercise meant climbing walls.

Maybe I didn't want you to know.

Your, uh, assistant
told me where you were.

Well, they're fired.

What do you want now,
Ms. "Taskionay"?

Tascioni.

All evidence points
to Lewis Blecher.

They're almost ready to indict.

Thought you'd
want to know.

Yes. That's good to hear.

But there are still some issues.

And it's my job to make sure
the police do everything right.

They found the wrench
with Lewis' fingerprints

in his weed garden.

What issues can there be?

Well, Lewis' motive
suggests a crime of passion,

but the evidence
points to premeditation.

Yeah, it's a conundrum.

Hmm.

Well, let's see.

Gloria's been threatening to
kick Lewis out for a long time.

Maybe actually seeing
the listing

was the straw
that broke the camel's back.

Ooh, what's that?

Does that make you go fast?

It's for grip.

So you think Lewis
could have been

planning the attack in advance?

Okay, listen.

If the police have questions,
let them send a detective

and interview me formally.

This game is no longer cute.

It's not a game.

I want to buy
Leonard Rosen's apartment.

Oh, come on.
Really, Elsbeth?

No, yes, I've made up my mind.

That view, oh!

3D is a premium unit in a luxury
Upper West Side building.

Are you aware
of the asking price?

Yes, and I can pay cash.

I'll provide you my financials.

Well, look at you,
Chicago lady.

I know.
I don't seem rich.

I'm still getting used
to the idea myself.

I just worked hard

and did okay in my divorce,

and there I was.

Always sweeter
to earn it yourself.

Well, it's the only way
a Tascioni or a Grozeki

could ever get ahead.

I don't blame you
for changing it.

Grozeki-- how do you
know that name?

Oh, well,
when I searched "Joann Lenox"

to get your number... Uh-huh.

I found your mother's obituary.

Sadie Grozeki,

survived by her daughter, you.

I'm sorry for your loss.

My mother had a very hard life.

She cleaned the kind
of apartments I now sell.

I built everything I have
because of her.

And I won't let anything
stop me from reaching the top.

You're right-- this stuff

really does work.

Hydro Super Grip.
Ms. Tascioni managed to get

a sample of the resin
used by Joann Lenox

at the rock
climbing gym.

Turns out that
it's a perfect match.

Huh.

Joann was selling
the apartment below,

so she had a key.
That's access.

She was using
her rock climbing skills

to move between
Leonard Rosen's balcony

and Gloria's
and loosen the bolts,

where she left behind
some resin from her hands.

You got it, yay!

That's credible, Detective?

It tracks.

The real estate agent set up
- the son to take the fall.
- No! No!

No, I demand to see Wagner now!

He needs to answer for what's
happening at FlairAll!

Get off me, damn it!
I see you, Wagner.

I see you!

I'm sorry, Captain.

Wali going off again.
Wali's nuts.

I thought I told you to give
his photograph to security.

Yeah, I did.
This place is like a sieve.

Well, another satisfied
customer. Where were we?

Joann Lenox.
Case closed.

No, too many holes.

I mean, how did the wrench
with Lewis' prints

magically get from the street
level to the upper floor?

Maybe the same way Joann's bag
appeared out of nowhere.

We still haven't
figured that out yet.

Yes, a motive
would be nice, too.

So we're shaky on means
and opportunity

and we don't have a motive,
so what does that tell us?

I don't think Joann
could've done this alone.

It's been quite
a rollercoaster, Lewis.

How are you holding up?

First Dad, now Mom.

It's hard being an orphan.

I'm sorry for your "t'suris."

That means "sorrows."

I'm working on my Yiddish
to be a New Yorker.

Oh, yeah, my mother
said I caused her tsuris

- every day of my life. Yeah.
- Oh, "tsuris."

- The T is silent.
- Got it.

I want to find out who killed
her and tried to set me up.

Wait. Think I've
got something.

What is this?

Oh, that's the agenda
from the last co-op meeting,

a week before Ma died.
She loved to pre-game.

Okay, huh.

"Item three:
prospective sale of four units

"to Oprah Winfrey?

Joann Lenox."

Oprah?
That's big news.

Had you heard about this?

Oh, board meetings.
Blech. But, you know,

Ma lived for them.

And she kept
all the minutes in here.

Uh, 40 years worth,
documenting everything.

What do you call that?

A gold mine.

Where's this month's?

Oh.

Looks like
this is the most recent.

I guess Gloria didn't live
to see the latest set.

That still gives us
plenty of reading to do.

Cool.

I'm gonna go put on
one of my DJ mixes.

But first...

I have an apartmentto buy.

Ten percent over asking

is the magic number.
Are we still all cash?

Yep. But before
we go any further,

I'd like to see the latest
co-op board minutes.

Just to know
how the building does business

and if everyone gets along.

Well, those documents
are usually sent

by the signing office
to the buyer's attorney.

Well, luckily,
I'm my own attorney.

and this is considered

a signing office, isn't it?

So think it all works out.

Thank you.

Thank you. Let's see.

Cracked sidewalk,

uh, paint color in lobby...

Where's item number three?

There's no mention of Gloria

blocking your sale to Oprah.

Let me show you.

See?

It's here. That's kind of
a big detail to leave out.

Well, I don't know
why they would omit it.

Gloria vetoes sales
all the time.

But this was for life-changing
money. For you, too.

What exactly are you suggesting?

You know something, Elsbeth?

You've had the wrong idea
about me from the beginning

and I think it's time
we cleared it up.

I'm one of the biggest brokers

in the biggest markets
in the world.

I make huge sales
every day.

Money would never be
a motive for me in anything,

let alone taking a human life,

and I'm offended
by the implication.

I didn't mean to offend you.

If you're uncomfortable
with me or with the board,

feel free to take your questions
and walk out the door.

In fact, I encourage it.

But won't the board
have questions for me, too?

Submit my financials
and set up the meeting.

It's between me
and the co-op now.

I'm just trying
to buy an apartment, Joann.

Hi.

Hey. So, I've been following
all these stories.

8F has been having
an affair with 3C.

And 5J owes 6B money.

Find any motive for murder?

Only on every single page.

I used to power through
thousands of pages

of discovery right before court.

Just have to get in my zone.

Thought I'd chill you out with
my famous golden milk bud tea.

- Mmm.
- Mmm.

I just had to send
some weed up from the garden.

Mm. What do you
mean, "send up"?

Oh, I put it in the dumbwaiter
in the basement

and just sent it straight up
to the apartment.

- Did you say dumbwaiter?
- Yeah, most of them

were bricked over years ago,
but my mom

never let anybody
into this apartment, so...

- we kept ours.
- Does Leonard's

apartment have one
on the same line?

3D. Maybe. Why?

I love when all the pieces
come together.

I believe you've all
had a chance to review

Ms. "Taskionay's" application.

Tascioni.

Are there any questions

before we take a final vote
on her approval?

Actually...

I have a few questions

before I decide
if I would be a good fit.

You have questions for us?

Questions about what?

The night Gloria Blecher died.

What's that have
to do with us?

Maybe nothing.
Let's find out.

- Let's go step-by-step.
- Well, I don't know what this is,

- but I'm not listening.
- Don't you want to see

if she gets it right?

Wow,

I feel like I'm back in court,

making a final summation.

Wow. Ugh.

Okay.

La, la. Okay.

Let's begin at the beginning.

Lewis and Gloria headed out
for their nightly soup run.

Annie, you waited outside
with your bike.

And you took advantage
of Lewis' crush

to get his prints on the wrenc.

You then brought the wrench

to the secret dumbwaiter...

"Dumbwaiter" is one word.

And you sent it up to 3D.

Which is
Leonard's apartment.

Leonard.
You agreed to give access

between your balcony
and Gloria's

and then you went
to the Roundabout--

which sounds fun,
I love theater--

for an alibi.

Daniel.

it was your job
to distract Fisnik

long enough to allow Joann

to sneak past him
into the building.

Joann.

You took the elevator to 3D,

where the wrench
was waiting for you

in the dumbwaiter.

You must have had
a change of clothes,

something dark in
that monogrammed tote,

along with the
Hydro Super Grip.

You then utilized
your rock climbing skills

to go from Leonard's balcony
to Gloria's

where you loosened the bolts
on her railing.

Then you got back
to the lobby just in time

to give Lewis the listing,
lighting the fuse

for his argument
with his mother.

Dorothy, you heard
them arguing,

and that was your cue to take
the muzzle off your dog

and let him bark,
knowing it would enrage Gloria

and lure her to the balcony,

where she'd plunge to her deat.

Leonard, that was a nice touch

with the newly-poured concrete
and the red cones

so that no innocent bystanders
would be crushed by Gloria.

The repair also
took out the streetlights,

so, bonus points
for that twofer.

Joann, when the case
against Lewis was stalling,

you buried the wrench
with his prints

in his weed garden and had
Dorothy's dog dig it up.

And we found
the dog food,

so we know that was
premeditated, too.

Whew. Ta-da.

Did we miss anything?

What about the clothes?

I-I didn't think
that you would risk

ruining a $1,500 dress.

Plus, that coat
would catch your eye.

Was I right?

This is total fantasy.

You can't prove
any of that.

It's the most ridiculous thing
I've ever heard.

The woman's crazy.

And what motivation
would we possibly have?

Oh. Well, you all believed
that Oprah

was gonna make you rich.

Believed?

Do you want to tell them
or should we?

I don't know what
you're talking about.

Oprah was never interested
in this building.

Not true.

Gloria's death put her off.

Well, can you call Oprah
and confirm that, then?

Or anyone who works for her?

Put it on speaker, please.

It's after hours
and you're certifiable.

- I'm not doing a thing.
- Uh-huh.

I'm from Chicago.
I checked.

Ms. Lenox, you left resin
on the railing

that matched the resin
you used rock climbing.

You're toast.

You all are.

"A classic New York character."

You got your stories
too straight.

Oh, uh, we didn't think of it.
- It was her idea.
- I-I...

- I'm completely innocent.
- Her idea.

Come on.
You all hated Gloria.

Oprah was just
the excuse.

Leonard, she's rejected
your buyers for 17 years.

You believed Gloria
was the reason

your kids had no friends.
Annie,

she pushed her
loser son on you.

And you, Dorothy--
have you forgotten

your first dog, Bubbles?

You know in your heart
she poisoned him.

You had your reasons,
too, Joann.

And yours cut the deepest.

What do you know about it?

Please take me.

Take me away.

Did you hear?

The board members have all
turned on Joann and taken deals.

- That's great.
- Mm-hmm.

She's requested
a meeting with you.

- Who? Joann?
- Mm-hmm.

She's waiting in interrogation.

What?

Um, I'll be right there.

Hello?

You got anything?

Yes, I have an update.

That man, Wally,
tried to see Wagner,

but he was turned away.

What did he want?

I don't know. Something about
a company called FlairAll.

FlairAll?

Yes.

You absolutely sure?

Yes. What is this about?

Taking bribes,
laundering money through Wagner

and his wife's
charitable foundation.

But who's Wally?

Stay close, Elsbeth.

I'll be in touch.

Well, you look great,
Joann, again.

Orange is a tricky color,
but...

it works wonderfully
with your skin tones.

Yes.

I'm a very lucky woman.

How are you holding up?

As in so many matters,

I look to Martha Stewart
for inspiration.

Me too.

Even in small spaces,
there are possibilities.

I wish you could
take a look at my office.

Now, tell me what you know.

I know that Sadie Grozeki--
your mother--

worked as a live-in domestic
for Gloria Blecher.

Gloria accused her of theft
and fired her.

You are amazing.

How did you find that out?

Oh...

We read through 40 years
of board minutes,

with every bit of gossip
written between the lines.

My mother was a victim.

Gloria's husband
fell for her

and wanted them to
run away together.

When that miserable
bitch found out,

she evicted us and ruined
my mother's reputation.

She couldn't get
work anywhere.

Mm.

And Lewis Sr. didn't help?

- I thought they were in love.
- Mm-hmm.

My mom reached out to him,
but he'd disappeared.

We had no money,
no place to live.

Life was all uphill,
thanks to Gloria Blecher.

Captain Wagner.

Congratulations, Ms. Tascioni.

You've now helped
clear three homicides.

Three?

Uh, I only counted two, sir.

They started renovations
in Gloria's apartment

and discovered something
hidden in the wall.

Is that... WAGNER: The mummified body

of Lewis Blecher, Sr.

It's been in there
over 30 years.

Well, no wonder she
hated renovations.

I guess my mom got off easy.
Gloria only ruined her life.

And you finally
got your revenge for that.

It was Sadie Grozeki's
dying wish.

And I wanted you to know...

it was all worth it,

Ms. Tascioni.

Captioning sponsored by
CBS

and TOYOTA.

Captioned by
Media Access Group at WGBH
access.wgbh.org