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Let's all raise our glasses

to Dr. Astrid Olsen.

Or should I say

this year's
surgical rising star?

Thank you.

Oh...

Which is why my colleagues and I

are offering you partnership

here at Holmes Plastic Surgery.

You've earned it.

Thank you, thank you. Wow.

What an offer
I-I did not expect.

And in front of everyone.

This practice has been a home,

Aw.uh, a training ground,

- so many things for me.
- Yeah.

But I've realized that
it's also a starting point,

not my final destination.

I'm opening my own practice.

Now, now.

I admit this wasn't expected,

but, Astrid...

- ...congratulations.
- Thank you.

I know you'll do great things.

At Just That Good, we welcome
your high expectations.

I promise, mine are higher.

Old-school plastic surgeons
tell you what you should want

and then leave you
unrecognizable post-op.

Thanks, boomer.

But in my care,
it is all about your vision.

Hey, lovers. So, I saw how much
you loved my skincare line,

Facelift in a Bottle,

and I just have to say
that you babes

really do look Just That Good.

And that's why I know
you're gonna love

my new shapewear line,
Tummy Tuck in a Bag!

Use code Astrid10
for ten percent off

your first order.

Friends don't let friends
get bad work done.

You see these sutures?
I'm serious.

There needs to be a mandatory
retirement age for surgeons.

Mm.

You joining me
for breakfast?

- I'll be there in two minutes.
- Okay.

Thanks.

The plastic surgery world's
old guard

is ruining the faces of America.

But I will make sure

you've never looked better.

Did you see
the gluteal augmentation

Astrid performed
on that 16-year-old?

And she says we're ruining
the bodies of America.

Well said.

Social media doesn't belong
in medicine.

Or at the dinner table.

Vanessa, do you mind?

My apologies.

Silly of me to think

that the dinner table's
rules changed

just because
I'm hosting this time.

Darling.

Sir.

Hello.
How are you today?

Oh!

Whoopsie.

Sorry. Oh!

I'm such a klutz.

See anything interesting?

Uh, s-sure do.

Oh...

That is so cute,

the way you spell your name.

"Jaycub."

Did you make that up yourself?

My mom did.

Well, thank you, Mr. Cub.

Have a good day.

Welcome to The Reveal.
Checking in?

Come with me.

Right this way.

We offer custom smoothies

to keep the post-op
liquid diet interesting.

Our oat, almond and soy milks
are made in house.

And our regular milk
is sourced upstate

from a Holstein cow
we imported from Scotland.

The screening room
is available to you

24 hours a day
and features Dolby Atmos.

And all of our recovery suites
are named after Italian cities.

Feel free to tell people you
spent two weeks in Florence.

Because it's true.

Good morning,
Mrs. McQuillan.

I'm Dr. Astrid Olsen.

Dr. Yablonsky asked me
to check in on you. Okay,

I'm gonna take a look
under your wound dressing

and confirm things
are healing as they should.

Vanessa?

Hello, Astrid.

Hey, what's happening?

Climate change protest.

I sympathize, but this is suede.

Good afternoon,
Mrs. McQuillan.

I know you're ready
to get these right on off

and I am here to redress
your bandages.

Folks probably pay
more here per night

than Claudia and I did
on our whole honeymoon.

I know, it's
spectacular.

Wow, this place doesn't have
a single spot of bad lighting.

Hey, do you think they'd let me
stay here after a root canal?

Will you two focus?

Of course.
Sorry, sir.

I'm just excited
you want me here.

Now, the press is all over
Astrid's murder already.

And I have to show the city that
even though we're working fast,

the NYPD does not
cut corners.

So we're investigating
together?

No, I'm-I'm here
placating reporters.

Oh, so you're more figurehead
than investigator?

Eh, something like that.

Detective Edwards
is running point on this.

Officer Blanke
will introduce you.

Victim was murdered
while checking on patient

Ingrid McQuillan.

What a name.

Ooh.

Look, it's the
Empire State Building.

Oh, I can't believe it,
I love it so much.

Don't tell the Chrysler Building
I said that.

Do I know you?

Uh, no.
E-Elsbeth Tascioni.

I'm... The consent decree lady.

- You're famous.
- Really?

Or infamous.
I always get confused on that.

Listen, I don't know what
notetaking method you use

for your decree,
but I use speech-to-text, so...

Oh.

It appears the murderer
fabricated patient McQuillan

as a way to gain entry
- to the facility.
- Clever.

Sorry.

Ooh. Wow.

Other procedures include... Um, is there...

They include... Footage?

Footage? Of the...

Okay. Is there footage
of the patient exiting?

The killer took Astrid's key
card and swiped themself out,

but there's no footage
of them doing it.

The Reveal is all about
privacy and discretion,

hence no security cameras.

Idiots.

What about payment method?

Everything about this patient
was analogue.

She checked in with a printed
chart, paid in cash.

Apparently
- it's not uncommon here.
- Yeah, well,

if I was famous
and didn't want anyone to know

I'd had work done,
I'd do the same thing.

Can't hack paper, right?

Everyone has
a digital footprint.

And that's how I plan
to crack this.

Excuse me.

Whales.

Oh, I love whales.

They're so soothing.

Hi. Do you mind
if I ask you some questions?

Oh, sure.
Um, did you know the victim,

Dr. Olsen?

Yeah? Yes? Oh, great.

Um, would you say
she was well liked?

Okay.
Uh, I'm so sorry,

your robe looks so soft.

Can I just...

Oh, whoa, is that cashmere?

Yes. It is.

- Oh.
- Could I help you?

Oh, yes, how generous
of you to offer, um...

- Dr. Holmes.
- Dr. Holmes.

Stunning. But this woman
was just telling me

all about your colleague,
- Dr. Olsen.
- Interesting.

This woman had neck surgery
yesterday.

- She can't speak.
- Oh.

So, please.

- I'm sorry.
- Yes.

Please limit your questions
to doctors only.

All this undue stress
from this whole ordeal

could actually hinder
the patients' recovery.

I'm sure you understand.

I do.

But if I may ask,
since you are a doctor,

Mm-hmm.where were you this morning?

Hmm.

Here.
As always.

Well, until...

See, I came in to check
on my patients at around 9:30.

I came in early because I wanted
to take the afternoon off.

Which should have been

a very lovely afternoon
at the museum

that was cut short

by a climate change protest,
of all things.

Ugh, no.

These entitled
millennials

who call themselves
"protestors"--

they then proceeded
to throw all this paint

on all these incredible
works of art.

- Oh.
- It was the most unbelievable
thing I've ever seen.

- Oh.
- Hey, look, they even,
you know, ruined my shoes.

I love your shoes.

- Oh.
- They remind me of dark chocolate
peppermint bark.

I-I don't eat processed sugar.

Oh. Lucky.

I find anything sweet
hard to resist.

- Especially if I'm stressed.
- Mm.

You seem so calm.

If my colleague was brutally
murdered down the hall,

I'd be choking down
something glazed or powdered.

Well, I...

suppose I have
a very strong constitution.

When you cut into people
for a living,

it's pretty gruesome.

If I had a weak stomach,
I don't think I'd get very far.

You sure wouldn't, would you?

Anything else?

- No, all good.
- Okay.

- Lovely to meet you.
- You, too.

Oh, hey. Hey.

I think we need to take a look
at that Dr. Vanessa Holmes.

Why? What happened?

Well, the staff
can barely hold it together,

but she seems so calm.

She credits
her strong constitution,

but I don't buy it.

We already questioned her.
She left here before the attack.

Her key card swipes
confirm it.

I don't know. She seemed,

you know,
like this was any other day.

Aren't you
a defense attorney?

- Yes.
- Then you know that

only hard evidence
holds up in court,

not gut feelings
from women who wear polka dots

over the age of 15.

Oh, I know
someone was murdered there,

- but The Reveal is breathtaking.
- Mm.

Everywhere you look,
there's some

fancy piece of art or pottery.

I wish I could make
beautiful things.

You know, you can take classes
for stuff like that.

Mm-hmm. Look into
the Ingenuity House.

They have a catalog
and everything.

Oh. What a good idea.

Okay, so, McQuillan checked
in at 11:15 a.m.

Key card records show
Astrid arrived at 11:28

and checked on three patients
before McQuillan.

Time of death falls between
12:00 p.m. and 2:00 p.m.

Vanessa's key card history
shows her leaving at 10:31.

She claims to have gone

to the Museum
of the City of New York

for the afternoon, but...

...that's only a four-minute
walk from The Reveal.

That gives her plenty of time
to get to the museum,

scan her ticket

and come right back,

disguised as patient McQuillan.

But what's her motive?

Doesn't matter.

She's got an alibi.

The only person of interest is

Patient McQuillan's surgeon
of record, Dr. Yablonsky.

Have you questioned him yet?

He's out of town, allegedly,

but we're checking
flight manifests

and credit card records
to confirm.

If the killer
went through the trouble

of fabricating a patient,

why would they then
list themselves

as the surgeon of record?

The guy wrote an op-ed
in some medical journal

straight-up dragging the victim
for six pages.

Then why would... I just came here to tell you
the M.E.'s ready for us.

Not chitchat.

What... [scoffs]

You good?

Mm-hmm.

Okay.

Appreciate you turning this
around so fast, Barajas.

It's all good.

Been a while since
you were on a case.

- It's good to see you.
- The report?

Sorry, yes.

23 jabs of Noxitoline.

It's kind of like a Botox
knockoff, readily available.

The cause of death was a fatal
jab of it to the spleen.

So, we're looking for someone
with a personal vendetta

who lost control
and got another random jab in

- for good measure.
- But isn't

the spleen hard to find?

That's what I was thinking.

My gut...

is telling me that someone
with medical expertise did this.

Why wouldn't they
just kill Astrid

in a more direct way?

Like, just
stab her in the heart?

My guess: the killer
wanted the victim to suffer.

- Oof.
- Edwards, put in a HIPPA

exception request
for Astrid's records.

Let's see if
a vengeful patient did this.

Okay, so, according
to the receptionist,

Dr. Y emailed Astrid
in the morning,

asking her
to check on his patients.

That was apparently weird,

because Dr. Y
and the older surgeons are,

quote, "très territorial."

Hmm.

Let's recreate it.

You be Astrid.

Do you need help
getting up on the...

- No, I got it.
- Okay.

Okay.

All right. So...

I've just knocked you out.

- Mm-mmm.
- And then...

I stab your face.

'Cause I have anger issues!

And then I need
to finish the job.

So I, what-- what do I do?

Okay, let's see.

"How do you find the spleen?"

Okay, here it is.

Finding the Spleen.

The spleen is roughly parallel
to the tenth rib.

- Where's the tenth rib?
- No idea.

- Okay.
- Mm.

Gently lift the left flank

- of the patient ventrally.
- Oh.

Left of the... Ow!

Oh, sorry.

A severely enlarged spleen
is palpable

- under the left costal margin.
- Okay.

- Ow!
- I'm so sorry.

Seriously?

However, the spleen is generally

not palpable in healthy adults.

To untrained hands,

it may be mistaken
for the kidney.

Okay.

A layperson definitely
couldn't find the spleen.

They'd need an ultrasound
or something.

Or medical expertise

and a "strong constitution."

You know what?

I think I could use
a consultation.

Mm.

Mrs. Larrimore?

- Good luck.
- Okay. Uh...

Don't do too much.

So sorry.

Sorry.

Yes.

Good luck.

Wow.

- Aah! I'm sorry.
- Oh.

I'm so sorry.

I did not mean
to scare you like that.

I just, I was...
I was waiting

for my consultation
with Dr. Holmes

and I heard the music

and I just sort of
- followed it up here.
- I'm sorry,

no, you're fine.

It's just been a rough few days.
A friend of mine was murdered.

You knew Dr. Astrid Olsen?

We weren't close.

Oh. I'm Carolyn Holmes.

Oh.

I met your wife
at the crime scene.

That's how I got this referral.

I'm Elsbeth Tascioni.
I'm with the police.

Do you have any leads?

A few, but nothing
concrete just yet.

But you're an
incredible dancer.

Um, do you do that
professionally?

Oh, not anymore.

Vanessa didn't
like me touring,

but... There you are.

We called your name downstairs.

I-I thought you might have
stood me up.

Oh, never.
I just, I...

I heard this music and then
I just couldn't help myself.

Oh, she walked in on me
dancing to "Viva la Vida."Hmm.

Our first date was a Coldplay
concert I dragged her to.

She's been obsessed ever since.

Well, Chris Martin
is an underrated genius.

- So, Ms. "Taskioni," shall we?
- Tascioni.

Great. Shall we?

- Yes.
- Great.

So, is this your first foray
into plastic surgery?

Yeah, it is.

So, I didn't realize that

you and Astrid had
such history together.

Why do you say that?

Oh, I saw her
in the staff photo.

You had your
arm around her

- and no other employee.
- Yeah, well,

I mean, she was
my employee and mentee.

Oh, so she meant a lot to you.

Well, I probably

had more of a presence
in her life

than she did in mine.

I see.

Okay, let's see
what we got here.

So, who do you think
could have killed her?

Well...

between the nurses
being treated badly...

Just relax. This way,
Uh, no, no, too much.

And all her unhappy customers...

and all those nasty ramblings
on the Internet...

I mean, did you see her TikToks?

Mm-hmm.

I mean, unfortunately,
I don't think there's a shortage

of people who might have
done that to her.

Right. Well, it turns out... Mm?

what killed her was
an injection of Noxitoline

- into the spleen.
- Really?

So whoever did that must have
had extensive medical knowledge

to hit...

that exact...

...spot.

I thought you were here
for a consultation.

- I am.
- Okay.

We should probably get to it.

Okay.

So...

what are your concerns?

I don't know. What do you think
I should be concerned about?

So,

Ms. Tascioni made
no further mention of Wali?

No, sir.
- Uh, sh-should I ask her?
- No.

Just let me know
if it comes up again.

Learned anything else?

About what she's doing here?

About anything.

There aren't many of us

this high up in the ranks.

Uh, and when we get here,

there's very little room
for errors

or, uh, misunderstandings,

you know...
you know what I mean?

- Yes, sir.
- So, keep your ear

to the ground and
be as creative... Elsbeth.

Hey.

There you are. Hi.

What happened to you?

Oh! Vanessa.

What did I miss?

Captain was just
updating us on the DNA

found under
- Astrid's fingernails.
- Really? Whose is it?

It tested positive
as sheep placenta.

Any ideas?

Hmm.

It's a type of facial.

Vanessa advertises them

in her office, and I bet
Astrid administered them, too.

$600 for
a sheep placenta facial?

Yeah, that's a hard pass.

He's here.
Excuse me.

"“Inexperienced surgeons
like Dr. Astrid Olsen...

"...are passing off
novel procedures as innovative

but in reality,
they're dangerous."”

Your warning fell on deaf ears,
Dr. Yablonsky,

and you did what you felt would
protect unsuspecting patients.

Well, her Tic Tac videos

were aggravating,
but I would never kill Astrid.

I wasn't even in the state.

Forgive me if I don't take your
word for it. Give me your phone.

Oh, um...

We know you didn't literally
deliver the fatal injection,

but your email
set her up to die.

So are you an accomplice
or a patsy?

What email?

I had nothing to do with this.

Cut the act.

Our team is pulling
your metadata right now.

Meta-what?

Am I under arrest?

Officially, no.

Then I would
like to leave, please.

All right.

But if you leave New York
right now,

your situation
is gonna get much worse.

Yeah, I really don't think
he's involved.

That email was sent
while he was on a plane.

He seems like
too much of a Luddite

to use in-flight Wi-Fi.

That email would have
had to be sent from his phone

and scheduled
to send automatically.

I doubt he knows how
to do that, either.

We need to talk
to him ourselves.

Mm-hmm. Uh...

You still... Oh!

Oh, of course.
Oh, my gosh.

Um, did I...

Girl, no, here.

Um, excuse me, Dr. Yablonsky.

- Huh?
- Hi.

I'm Elsbeth Tascioni,
and this is Officer Kaya Blanke.

Do you mind if we take
another look at your phone?

We don't believe you
wanted to hurt Astrid,

but do you have any
idea who might have?

It would be faster
to make a list of the people

who didn't
have a problem with her.

Look how she stabbed the woman

who mentored her in the back.

How so?

Well, Vanessa offered Astrid

a position in her practice
and Astrid turned her down

in front of the entire staff.
I mean,

Vanessa was gracious, of course,

but the doctors close to her

were furious.
Ah, the phone.

- Thank you so much.
- Mm-hmm.

He has a Locomotion.

A what?

It's one of those no-frills
iPhone lookalikes.

All it does is call,
text and email.

I bought one
for my Nana.

- Oh, so he is a Luddite.
- I beg your pardon.

Were you ever separated
from this phone

with other people around?

Uh, at a dinner party last week.

I don't like phones at the
table, so we rounded them up.

Was Vanessa
at the dinner?

Oh, yes, she hosted.
But the entire room

loathed Astrid in equal measure.

Any one of them
could have done it.

Ah.

Anything else?

- No. Thank you.
- Mm-hmm.

Darn.

She's late.

No, I'm not.
I'm here.

Ah, I was taking pictures

of the caterpillar.

I could never understand
why people

think that Alice in Wonderland
is weird.

Okay, I'm here.

Elsbeth Tascioni,
meet Martin Wali.

The reason you're in New York.

So Wali is a last name.

I'm happy to finally meet you,
Ms. Tascioni.

Because that
Captain C.W. Wagner--

he's a real son of a bitch.

Mr. Wali has brought
to our attention some

of the fast fashion company's
disturbing business practices.

I'm not sure how this relates
to Captain Wagner

or why I'm looking into him.

FlairAll's running sweatshops.

Because of Wagner,
nobody's doing a thing about it.

There have been
anonymous complaints

about FlairAll online,
but it was Mr. Wali's

dogged pursuit
of the issue

that brought it to
the Feds' attention.

So you think Wagner's
blocking an investigation

- for personal gain?
- Course he is.

Shiesty billionaires
never get caught

because they pay to keep people
like Wagner in their pocket.

Any kickbacks are
likely being funneled

through Wagner's charitable
foundation. I want you

to reflect on observations
the past couple months.

If any of Wagner's behavior
now seems suspect,

I want you to contact
me immediately.

Observe and report.

Stop sticking your nose
into everything.

I mentioned
I knew a great candidate

and your son did the rest.

I think of us as
friends and I'm sure

you'll do the same
for me one day.

Vanessa had access
to Dr. Y's phone

at his party, so she
could have scheduled

the email luring Astrid.

Plus, Vanessa
administers Noxitoline,

so she had the means.

And Astrid "betrayed her"
in front of her colleagues,

- so there's motive.
- Exactly.

Alibi is the only thing
protecting Vanessa

at this point.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Oh, excuse me, sir.

Were you working this post
yesterday morning?

I was.

Did you happen
to see this woman?

Yeah.

We flirted.

Cute neck.

Ah, the sexiest part
about a woman is her...

She gave me $20.

Uh, uh, tips are
against the rules,

but she insisted.
And I was gonna given it back

but then I didn't see her again.

Oh, that's okay,
we understand.

Just one more thing,
if you don't mind.

Have you lost your mind?

All we need is a warrant
or Vanessa's shoes.

If the paint on hers doesn't
match these, then poof!

There goes her alibi.

Get those funky shoes
off my desk.

And whose
are they anyway?

The guard at the museum.

Vanessa was flirting
with him,

probably so he
would remember her

to bolster her alibi.

We don't have grounds
for a warrant.

And I don't love you took
those shoes off a man's feet.

They were freely given,
I promise.

The guard was worried
about getting in trouble

for accepting a tip
from Vanessa,

so he just handed them
right over.

The guard...

was worried about... corruption.

'Cause he knew that accepting

any amount of money

was wrong.

That he could lose
a stable job,

even be on the hook

for future favors.

Favors...

can be misinterpreted.

Like how...

I helped your son get
a new job.

Someone might view you...

as being exploiting...

the police force
you are here to oversee.

Astrid's online presence

was nothing
out of the ordinary.

Just a couple bad
Yelp reviews.

This one from VivaLaMartin4611
is pretty harsh.

VivaLaMartin4611 sounds
like an online troll.

I'll look into any Martins
associated with Dr. Olsen.

"Chris Martin is
an underrated genius."

You like Coldplay?

No.

But I know someone who does.

A portmanteau

of your address
with the numbers reversed,

and a Coldplay reference?

- Boy, you are so clever.
- Mm.

But you called Astrid "a snake
oil saleswoman in Manolos"?

Ouch.

Oh...

I was blowing off
a little steam.

Of course. I mean, I've had
clients who've done petty,

but perfectly legal things
like that all the time.

But the thing is...

...the police are under some
pressure to make an arrest.

Someone even suggested
that Captain Wagner

get a warrant
for your shoes

to compare with the paint
from the museum protest.

- Hmm.
- Crazy, right?

Insanity.

Well, I hope you haven't
had them cleaned.

Because the paint on them
proves your airtight alibi.

Physical therapy
was a bear today.

Oh! Hello again.

- Hi.
- Here with a case update?

Oh, afraid not.
Ooh.

Doesn't hurt
to ask, I guess.

Yeah.
Uh, where's Vanessa?

Oh, um, I'm...
not really sure.

I think she went that way.

So, I'm assuming you're here
because you decided

to go with Vanessa for whatever
work you're having done?

Chin, I presume?

Yup.

Couldn't go another moment
with a...

chin like this.

Yeah. Well, you made
the right choice.

Vanessa's a true artist.

Are you speaking
from experience?

No.

You look amazing.

A lady never tells,
but I can promise you this.

I've spent far more
time in hospital

for dance injuries
than anything else.

Ankle fracture, torn ACL,
herniated disk.

I was just at physical therapy
for my snapping hip syndrome.

Oh, wow. Wow.
Speaking of,

I should get out
- of these clothes.
- Oh, yes, off course.

- It was great to see you.
- You, too. Bye.

Bye.

My shoe guy is
still out of town,

so I haven't had them
cleaned yet.

You can't take Italian leather
to just anyone.

Oh, no, of course.

Be careful with them.

They're custom.

Pigment, binders and solvents
in both samples are identical.

So the paint on Vanessa's
shoes really was the same

as the museum guard's?

Well, Vanessa still could...

Give it up, Tascioni.

Science tells us,
Vanessa didn't do this.

She was where she said she was.

Do we really think
that the killer

just made a whole
patient chart from scratch?

Seems like a lot of work
for what was essentially a prop.

Honestly, after looking at this
for 14 hours straight,

anything is possible.

McQuillan's patient history
included otoplasty,

talar joint fracture,
coxa saltans.

What do these even mean?

What does she weigh? 115? 120?

Yeah, looks like.

Patient McQuillan's medical
history belongs to Carolyn.

Vanessa's wife.

Uh, I don't follow.

Uh, microdiscectomy is a surgery

to repair herniated disks.

Uh, tibiotalar joint fracture:
broken ankle.

Coxa saltans is...
snapping hip syndrome.

These are all
common dance injuries.

Wait. So,
Carolyn murdered Astrid?

Oh, no, no, no, no, no.
Vanessa definitely did it.

But I think she started
with her wife's information

for the fake chart.

Hmm.

Wagner won't back us up on this
without something concrete.

So, how can we find out
for sure?

There's no indication

of a facelift or a nose job.

From what I'm seeing
in these photos,

Carolyn's only had
her ears done.

Is it common
to operate on spouses?

Well, we sometimes do.

The left ear is clearly
Vanessa's work.

- How can you tell?
- I taught Vanessa the procedure,

so, I recognize
her scoring technique.

So, Carolyn only had
one ear done?

No, they've both
been modified.

Vanessa probably did them
at the same time.

But the right ear...

...yeah, is Astrid's work.

She told you?

No, but I'd know
an Astrid ear anywhere.

Astrid made a name
for herself

by performing
corrective surgeries,

and then criticizing
the original surgeon of record.

- Can you magnify the image?
- Mm-hmm.

The incisions don't match.

Disrespectful as Astrid was...

...she perfected
the invisible ear suture.

Doctor, we cannot
thank you enough.

- Oh, it was my pleasure.
- Mm.

And... I love your chin.

Astrid declined
Vanessa's partnership,

poached Vanessa's clients,

criticized Vanessa's surgical
methods on the Internet.

Only for Vanessa's wife
to go to Astrid

to fix work
that Vanessa had already done?

This is one hell of a motive.

Please don't tell her.

Our marriage has been
such bliss lately.

Vanessa bought us tickets
to the ballet.

She even took out the recycling,
which she never, ever does.

I-I think that Astrid's death

made us appreciate
each other more.

Hey!

Harassment is a felony.

Um, actually in New York,
it's a class B misdemeanor.

Get off my property.

Now. I mean it.

Babe.

What are you doing?!

I enrolled in the
decoupage class.

It requires a lot
of newspaper.

Now, you really think Carolyn
can keep her ear a secret

from someone
that controlling?

Oh, no way.

If Dr. Y could
see it in a photo,

Vanessa definitely knows.

Mmm. Only you could get me
to go to opening night,

where people watch each other
more than the stage.

Oh. Thank you
for indulging me, honey.

Mm, anything
- for you, baby.
- Sorry to interrupt

your evening, Doctor,
but I wanted

to make things right with
you as soon as possible.

Hi.

Ugh.
Ms. Tascioni is here

to return your property
and to apologize.

Oh. Come on in.

Hi.

I am so sorry
for all of this.

I had just convinced myself

that you weren't at the museum
all afternoon.

Despite my timed entry ticket

and my shoes confirming
that I was.

Yeah. You just live so close
to the museum and The Reveal.

It would've been easy to go
to the museum, be seen,

sneak back into The Reveal,

kill Astrid,
return to the museum,

stop at a hardware store
on 102nd to buy red paint,

walk home, splatter your shoes,
and get back to The Reveal

just in time to not
really look distraught.

How is it possible
that a woman this unhinged

is allowed to associate
with the NYPD?

Please accept
- our deepest apologies.
- Yeah.

And just so that we can
officially put this to bed,

uh...

your shoes were ruined
at the protest, right?

Well, yes, obviously, of course.

See, your wife mentioned

that she appreciated
how you took out the recycling

for a change.

See, when someone does something
that they don't normally do,

it's usually for a reason, so...

...I took it.

Your unchecked mental illness

and kleptomania
is making us late.

Oh, wait, wait. Before you go,

I thought you might find...

this interesting.

Not that interesting.

I do crafts all the time.

On the date of Astrid's murder?

You see, I was stumped

when the paint on your shoes
matched the protest paint

until I visited every
Upper East Side hardware store.

Luckily, there's only three.

They all seem like cute
little mom-and-pop shops,

but apparently, they're all
owned by a larger company.

Yeah, these big
hardware stores

and the smaller stores
they own--

they have these brand
exclusivity arrangements.

That's why Home Depot
only carries BEHR paint.

So, the perfect paint match
on your shoes

doesn't really
substantiate your alibi.

It just proves that
you and the protestors

bought your paint locally.

All you've got are
some footprints on a newspaper.

They could be anyone's.

Anyone's? But...

...they're custom.

Detective Edwards?

Oh, uh, this is ridiculous.

Why did you let
that bitch touch your ear?

How could you betray me
like this?

What?

Now you have a beautiful
decorative box.

Thank you for joining me,
and I'll see you next time.

You're so good at this.

Well, not to brag,

but I am a little bit
of a Modge Podge queen.

Does that make me a
Modge Podge lady-in-waiting?

Why did you meet with Wali
and Celetano yesterday?

I followed you to the park.

We shouldn't be discussing this.
You could be subpoenaed.

Captain Wagner believes
that you're looking into him,

and I'm supposed
to find out why.

But I'm coming to you,

my friend,

instead.

What's going on?

The DOJ... believes

that Captain Wagner
is taking kickbacks

for blocking
investigations.

Mm.

Since the Academy,

I have only ever worked
under Captain Wagner.

Whole time, he has been nothing

but kind,

upstanding.

Now I don't know
who I'm working for.

Or what side I'm supposed
to be on.

Be on the side of the truth.

And what is that?

Hey.

We'll figure it out.

Here's the rest.

So, when do I speak
with Wagner directly?

What do you think
a lieutenant's for?

Captain Wagner
keeps his hands clean.

This is as close
to a direct conversation

as you're gonna get.

You'll be hearing
from me.

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