All language subtitles for Elsbeth S01E09 Sweet Justice 720p AMZN WEB-DL DDP5 1 H 264-FLUX

All right, let's see it.

Okay.

No. How many ounces of gin
did you use in that?

Two, maybe.
I eyeballed it.

You eyeballed it.

You're not pulling a handle

at a soda fountain.

This is an $80 martini.

It requires precision.

Look, Dion,

that's Charlie over there.

He just had a hard day
at work on Wall Street.

He wants to taste
the elderflowers.

He wants that hint
of that saffron botanical.

Yeah. I'm sorry.
I'll work on it.

All right.

Hey.

There's our girl.
You're early.

Are we celebrating?

Hey, Dion.

Can you get the lady
her usual?

Yep.

What happened?
Tell me everything.

I totally blew it.

No. Come on. After all
those practice interviews?

And when I got in there,
I froze.

The only coherent thing I said

was how much I loved the jingle
in their IBS ad.

Okay, slow down.

I'm sure it's not
as bad as you think.

It was that stupid notification.

- It derailed me.
- What notification?

So, before the interview,
I was looking at my phone

and Facebook suggested

I friend the worst person
in the world,

Gemma Nelson.

- Who?
- My college roommate
freshman year,

who made my life a living hell.

What was so
bad about her?

Gemma Nelson was a she-devil.

She stole my journal,
read it out loud

to the dining hall,
made fun of my dreams

- of being a writer.
-Sounds like

- a total bitch.
- I'm sorry, do you mind?

This is actually
between me and Ivy.

Thank you.

Wait, why didn't you report her?

I did.
And then she started

posting photos of me online.

Coming out of the shower,

eating chips
when I was on the toilet.

The one time.

Everyone started
calling me Nacho Girl.

It was awful.

But her parents were huge donors
to the school.

It doesn't give her
a right to harass you.

Finally, I dropped out.

And now I can't even land a job
at a third-tier ad agency.

Guess she was right.

I am a loser.

No.

This Gemma Nelson--

I have to believe
she got her comeuppance.

Karma's a bitch.

Karma?

- Yeah.
- She's now an entrepreneur.

The SheEO of Tykoons.

- Ty-what?
- It's a children's
clothing company.

They sells designer
baby shoes for $500.

I mean,

who wants to spend
that kind of money

on baby shoes?

Uh, the same people
who drink $80 martinis?

Hey, watch it.

Yeah, she's got
a cute boyfriend,

and hangs out
with rappers and influencers.

Face it, Joe.
Evil people win.

It didn't use to be that way.

If you did someone wrong,
there were consequences.

If only everyone
was like you, Joe.

Keep 'em coming.

Well, good thing
you live above the bar.

Mm-hmm.

Wait, don't you have a train
to catch in the morning?

That's right.

To see my sister's
perfect new baby.

Just what I need.

Yeah, maybe I won't come back.

This is Gemma's city.

I'll never be able
to do anything here.

No.

Listen.

The universe has ways
of righting itself.

Even with people
like Gemma Nelson.

You'll see.

There is justice in this world.

Thank you for taking care of me.

I take care of
all my customers,

even the ones
I never charge.

Now, I am gonna knock
on this door in the morning

to make sure
you make that train,

and you better answer.

Yes, sir.

Okay.

- Bye.
- Bye.

-Joe?
- Hey, Ivy, it's me.

It's kind of late.
Everything okay?

Yeah, everything's fine.

Just wanted to make sure
you weren't too hungover

when you got to your sister's.

Yeah, I was pretty wasted
last night, thanks to you.

But my little niece's crying
sobered me up.

Oh, well, make sure
you post some baby pics.

Those always get major likes.

I will.

Thanks for checking in.

You sleep tight.

This is for Ivy Benson.

It's kind of eerie, isn't it?

She looks so peaceful.

Yeah. Dead people
usually do.

Ms. Tascioni.

I'm afraid
you're gonna

find this case a little dull.

Oh.
Murder's never dull.

Well, this one's
pretty clear-cut.

An intruder broke in

and, uh, strangled
the victim,

whose name is, uh,

Gemma Nelson,

in her own bed.

Any, uh, physical evidence?

We got a possible shoe print,

but the scene is still
being processed.

And if you're gonna tell me
how much you like my tie,

save it.

Oh. No, I wasn't.

I've seen that tie
so many times now.

I do still like it, though.

No, I will not step
back. I live here.

This is
- my apartment.
- Whoa! Who are you?

Gemma Nelson. Who
the hell should I be?

Then who is that?

Jane Dunhill.
She was staying here.

What... Ma'am, you're gonna
have to wait outside.

- Is she dead?
- There was a break-in.

So, somebody killed her?

In my bed?

That's perfect.

And is she wearing
my sweater?

Brad!

I-I told her to stay in

the guest room on the futon,

but I guess
she liked this better.

- Is she a friend of yours?
- No, please.

- As if.
- We did a house swap.

My genius boyfriend
bought her story

about wanting to
experience the big city

and get away from her
husband or whatever,

and I stupidly
let Julie stay...

- Jane.
- Jane

Dumb Hick stay here,
and in exchange,

we stayed in some dump

- in the middle of Iowa.
- Indiana.

One night and I was done.

I thought it'd be nice for Gemma
to take a break from the hustle

and bustle and experience
a small town

- like the one I grew up in.
-Idiot.

I knew I shouldn't have
listened to you.

I guess no good deed
goes unpunished.

Uh, I think Jane
was the one punished.

You said that
she wanted to get away

from her husband.
Do you think that

she was running from him?

I really don't care,

and can they not
put that dirty cart

on that rug?

It's Australian sheepskin.

I'll get right on that.

Now, if you'll just clear
the crime scene, please.

You doing
an interpretative dance

or do you have a theory?

Uh...

I don't... Yes.

Imagine this.

The killer creeps
- into this apartment.
- Mm-hmm.

It's dark.

Mm-hmm.

Jane Dunhill is asleep

in Gemma's bed,

wearing Gemma's clothes.

So, you're thinking

the killer intended
to kill Gemma, not Jane.

Yes.

This is terrible.

Oh, stop whining, Brad.

It's on her for not
setting the alarm.

This is Manhattan, not Whoville.

You know, I think
I could see

someone wanting to
kill that woman.

Mm-hmm.

The question is...

who?

Joe, what are you doing?
We didn't order these.

On the house, made just for you.

- Ah.
- You're so good to us.

So, what are they?

I call it

Sweet Justice.

The department is done
waiting for a smoking gun.

We're moving forward.

Is that wise?

We have his signature
on every document.

It's enough.
All you have to do

is play it cool.

Can you do that, Ms. Tascioni?

Uh, of course. I'm cool.

Uh, thank you, sir.

Be straight with me.
How bad is it?

- You said you wanted to help.
- I do.

But if I wanted
to be duplicitous

and obstruct justice,
I would have stayed a lawyer.

Well, at least tell me

if there's been
any major developments.

I-I... Is Celetano
gonna indict me or not?

Uh...

Oh! I have something
to show you.

Okay, um...

Yes.

Paint chips?

Uh, I need to paint
my bathroom,

but I can't decide which color.

Uh, but some of these names
are so cool.

Like this one. "Simmer Down."

Are we still talking about
this investigation?

The thing is
not everyone likes

"Simmer Down." Some people

know exactly

what they're looking for

and then they go for it.

I just don't have a paint color
called "going for it."

Meaning Celetano
is preparing an indictment.

I thought you had a plan.

I need a way to surveil Noonan.

M.E. report on Jane Dunhill.

Confirms what we already
knew: she was strangled.

The killer leave DNA?

Uh, not enough for a profile.

What's this?

A mark?

All we got from the crime scene
was a size 11 shoe print,

sticky residue,
some type of

industrial floor cleaner.

We're looking for the husband,
Mason Dunhill.

Story is she was
running from him.

Maybe he found her.

- You disagree, Ms. Tascioni?
- Here we go.

Well, the husband would
be a reasonable suspect

if Jane was the target.

Do you at least agree

that we should bring him in
for questioning?

Well, we got to find him first.

We did.

His credit card pinged
at a nearby hotel.

He's in New York.

Joe.

Did you hear the news?

- Somebody killed Gemma Nelson.
- Wow.

That's wild.

But, you see, sweetheart,

I told you the scales have a way
of balancing out.

Ivy, how's it going?

Joe, did you hear?

No. Hear what?

Look up Gemma Nelson.

And I just came home

to find this woman
dead in my apartment.

It was traumatizing,

even for a strong person... Is that...

Some woman got murdered

in Gemma's apartment,
in Gemma's bed,

the one night
Gemma wasn't there.

I mean, how lucky can Gemma be?

And how unlucky
can that other woman be?

Yeah. Yeah, that's-that's...
that's terrible.

But listen,
if she was a friend of Gemma,

chances are that
she's not a good person.

Jane was the most wonderful
woman in the world.

Everybody thought so.

Her students,

her fellow teachers,
the staff at the hospital

- where she volunteered.
- We heard that Jane

didn't want you to come with her
to New York.

- Why is that?
- She'd always dreamed of

a solo adventure
- in the big city.
- Solo.

And yet here you are.

I know what you're getting at,
but I didn't

- kill her. I swear.
- Then why were you here?

When I saw Jane took
most of her clothes, I panicked.

I thought maybe
she was leaving me.

So you drove to the city
and you confronted her?

I was going to, but I got lost,

and when I finally got here...

...she was already gone.

What's your shoe size, Mason?

13.

Why? I would
never hurt her.

Yeah, well, someone did.

Did your wife have any
enemies? Anyone at all?

Not one.

Maybe Jane didn't
have any enemies,

but Gemma certainly did.

This is Gemma's
Facebook page.

Read the comments.

Hmm. And when were
these posted?

The night before the murder.

Huh.

Did you see what people wrote on
Jane Dunhill's Facebook page?

It's like a
- ticker tape of love.
- Quit stalking

that dead woman and help
me find a new apartment.

-Sorry.
- Uh, Ms. Nelson,

do you have a minute?

I'd like to ask
about some comments

posted to your
social media.

Hey! You can look.

Don't touch.

Sorry. I was just trying
to figure out what this is.

Oh. It's from
our couture collection.

It's a bejeweled breast pump

in high-density PEEK
plastic. Sexy, right?

- I mean, if that's the goal.
-Uh, how about

you read the comments

for Ms. Nelson?

Right.
Uh, someone posted this

in response to a picture
of you on a sailboat. It reads:

"You are a small and pathetic

"human being who doesn't

"deserve to exist.

"Someday you'll get
what's coming,

and nothing will
make me happier."

It goes on,

but I think
you get the point.

Do you know the person
who sent that?

An online troll?
I ignore them.

Sounds like this person
knows you.

Do you have a name,
or do you want me to guess?

Ivy Benson.

Oh, God. Her?

- You know her? Who is she?
- She's my

loser roommate from college.

It sounds like
a death threat.

- Wait.

You think Ivy Benson
is trying to kill me?

No, I'm sorry.

Losers like Ivy Benson
never actually do anything.

That is what
makes them losers.

Well, hurt people
sometimes hurt people.

Okay.

Do you need me
to do your job for you?

It's the husband. Hello.

License plate readers

caught Mason Dunhill
driving into Manhattan

after Jane
was already murdered.

So he took a train or an Uber.

An Uber?

A shoe print found
at the crime scene indicates

the killer
wore a size 11 shoe.

Jane Dunhill's husband
wore a size 13.

Look, there is no way a loser
like Ivy Benson is behind this.

We'll check her out anyway.

Thanks.

Sorry.

Ivy Benson?
Detective Smullen, NYPD.

Are you looking for Ivy?

She's not in town.

She's visiting family.

- I hope everything's okay.
- If you see her,

would you let her know
that Detective Smullen

would like to speak with her?

I left my cell
downstairs at the bar.

If you come down,
I could try

- to get Ivy on the phone for you.
- That won't be necessary.

Well, it seems silly
not to at least try.

Knock yourselves out.

No, she didn't answer.
I'm sorry.

Appreciate
you trying.

This is quite the
mocktails list.

Oh.

No Shirley Temple.

Please.

We can do way better
than a Shirley Temple.

And I have something for you.

- I'll have a Coke.
- Oh, come on.

The best thing
about mocktails

is that you can drink them
when you're on duty.

Maybe next time.

Aw.

Did you see that?

Oh.

The ring? It's a
bottle opener.

All bartenders use 'em.

One of the tricks
of the trade.

Now, we call this...

...Jamboree.

Mmm. I love the color.

Oh, my gosh.

This is amazing.

I am an artist.
I'm trying to tell you this.

Mmm.

So, this is your bar?

I am the Joe.

Yes.

What did you guys want
to speak to Ivy about?

That's not your concern.

Oh. Right.

But like I said,
she's been out of town.

She took a train
to Pennsylvania

Saturday morning
to see her sister's new baby.

Good to know.

I remember I showed the pics
she posted that night

to everyone at the bar.

This baby is adorable.

Seems like you know
Ivy pretty well.

Yeah, she's a sweet girl.

Just trying to make it
in the city.

I look out for her.

She's lucky to have you.

We actually were in the same
bubble during the pandemic.

Mm.

That was
such an interesting time.

People became close to
people that otherwise

they wouldn't be at all.

Yeah, maybe that's true,
but we actually bonded.

Sure.

Well, I-- I mean we'll--

get to the bottom of things

when she gets back to New York.

Whoa. I drank this
a little too fast.

Uh, restroom?

Just, uh, down the hall,
to the left.

Seriously?

- Noonan?
- Yeah.

So, he's been taking bribes

and acting like
they were for you?

And why didn't you
tell me this before?

- I didn't want you to worry.
- You didn't want me to worr...

This affects me too, you know.

If it's as bad as you say it is,

this scandal could ruin
the foundation.

Could ruin everything.

What it would do
to our family...

I know.

I'm working on a plan.

Okay, a plan. Good. Okay.

You gonna keep me in the dark
about that, too?

I don't have all the pieces
in place yet.

Part of me still...

doesn't want to believe
it's true.

But it is.

I will take care of this.

I'm sorry.

God knows you've handled
worse guys

than Dave Noonan.

You'll figure it out.

I'll be right here.

Ooh. Is that...

Mm-hmm.

I dated
a bartender once.

Kind of like Joe.
A little younger.

I didn't know that.

It really is an
intimate relationship,

a bartender and
his customers.

- Late night.
- Drinks.

Troubles just start
spilling out.

I got these to
compare it to

the mark in
the autopsy photos.

Oh, good thinking.

This ring

could have madethe mark

on Jane's neck.

So, Ivy

has some kind of beef
with Gemma.

- Mm-hmm.
- Who is, admittedly,

- a terrible human.
- Yeah.

And then Ivy...

somehow involves Joe?

- It's possible?
- Mm.

So, what happened
with your bartender?

Oh, he turned out
to be a psycho.

Maybe they all are?

No, I knew a nice bartender.

Cut me off after
three Shirley Temples.

Too much of that red dye

can do weird things
to your brain.

Whoa.

Look at that.

That would have
come in handy

at our, uh, card
game last week.

Yeah.
Can never find an opener

- when you need one.
- You said it.

-Mm-hmm.
-Hmm.

Ms. Tascioni,

Officer Blanke,
can I have a word?

Looks like your
hunch was right.

Residue from the crime scene

matches the substance
you lifted from

the floor of Joe Dillon's bar.

But it's common floor cleaner.

Uh, the ring Joe wears

might have caused
the indentation

- on Jane Dunhill's neck.
-Well, then it could have

- her DNA on it.
-Doubtful. Joe

uses that ring to

open bottles all day long.

Any of Jane's DNA would be

long gone by now.

There still could be
some evidence there.

But a good attorney
could have it disqualified

500 different
ways. Sorry.

Well, the good news
is that Ivy Benson

is back in New York.

Well, that is good news!

Let's go.

Some stranger gets
killed in Gemma's bed,

and now the police
want to speak to me?

It's like this sick cosmic joke.

What I don't understand
is how they connected

you and Gemma at all?

Oh, that.

I posted some nasty comments

on Gemma's Facebook page.

You did? When?

The night before
I left for my sister's.

Ivy.
How could you be so stupid?

I was drunk, and I thought
you'd be proud of me

for standing up for myself.

You know, justice.
Ugh.

They're gonna
- arrest me now, aren't they?
- No, no, no one's

arresting you.
You weren't even

in the city that night.
You're in the clear.

You're gonna be fine.

We're here to meet
with Ivy Benson.

She's upstairs
with Joe.

She'll be
right down.

Hey, you're
the mocktail lady, right?

Can I make you the
special of the day?

Joe's been
teaching me.

Ooh, what is it?

Free, 'cause I never
tried it before.

People really spend this much
money on a cosmopolitan?

I'd have to do it
on layaway.

Mm.
Must be a status thing.

That's not it.

People come here
for the Joe magic.

- The man's a legend.
- Yeah, he took his dad's

crummy neighborhood dive
and turned it into this

jewel box.

He's like everyone's
guardian angel.

Really. How so?

One Christmas,
my dad lost his job

and we were broke.

Someone left presents
and food on the stoop.

Had to be Joe.

My daughter had her heart broken
in the seventh grade.

Suddenly, there's a kitten
in a box left outside the door.

Joe wouldn't take credit.

I don't believe those
stories, not a one.

Well, whoever did
any of those things

was just doing what
any decent person

should be doing.

We are put on this Earth to

help each other out.

I agree.

Within reason.

Elsbeth Tascioni.

Hi, Ivy Benson.

- I'm Detective Smullen.
- Hi.

Okay, here's one he can't deny.

A few months ago,
I was plastered

and some guy tried
to roll me on the street.

Joe followed
me because

he was worried,
and beat the hell

out of that animal.
Thank you, Joe.

Well, you sound like

quite the hero around here.
You ever take any nights off--

like, maybe the night

that Ivy was away?

Well, my name
is on the marquee,

so I'm
always here.

Case in point.

If you're gonna spend a fortune
on a specialty cocktail,

it better be made

- by me.
-That's true.

He may go to the stockroom,
check on his

precious Knicks,
but I've never come here

without seeing Joe
behind the bar.

Wow, it's
like people

think you're here
even when you're not.

Well, I'm never gone
for too long.

No, I'm sure
it's never too long.

Hey, why don't we go
grab a table in the back, eh?

Nacho Girl.
That's rough.

Everyone on campus

saw those photos.

I had to leave school.

Oh, gosh, I understand.

I just spiraled out after that.

My family was
completely unsympathetic.

"Just let it go."

That's not so easy, is it?

The crazy thing is,

I had been doing
so much better lately.

Why,

do you think?

Honestly? Joe.

Living above
this magical place,

a good, decent man
taking care of everyone.

Felt like I had
a family behind me, finally.

And then Gemma
popped up on my Facebook

and I was triggered again.

Look, no one
can blame you

if you wanted to
get Gemma back for

what she
did to you.

I didn't try to kill her.

It took me

five cocktails
of liquid courage

just to write those comments.

And did that
make you feel better?

A little. I've always
dreamt of confronting her.

I still might.

Oh, no,
I wouldn't

do that, Ms. Benson.
Not, you know,

- with an active case, no.
- No, or with Gemma

in general.

You've met her?

Yes. Yikes.

I mean, you'd have to
bring along a wooden stake

and a clove of garlic.

I'm so sick of being afraid.

Did anyone else

ever hear this story
since college?

No.

It's too humiliating.

Hello, Gemma.

God, this is just what I need.

I demand an apology for what
you did to me in college.

That was not okay.

- You ruined my life.
- Um, you hired

a hit man to kill me
and I'm supposed to apologize?

- I had nothing to do with that.
- Of course you did.
OMG, you're like some

weirdo out of scary movie.

Only you're still
too much of a loser

to even get killing me right.

Let me be crystal, Nacho Girl.

Turn yourself
and your little hit team

or whatever in to the police,

or what happened in college is
gonna seem like a pajama party.

Now, go away before

I sic Brad on you.

Ugh.

What happened with
that girl in college?

How was her life ruined?

I was joking around

and she tried to get me
kicked out of school.

Only, she was the one
who ended up leaving.

Come at the queen,
you best not miss.

And why are you
asking about her?

This girl does not know
who's she's messing with.

Time to unleash
the kraken.

Gemma, watch out!

Oh, my God!
Did you see that?

That was Ivy's hit man.

She tried to kill me again!

Hey, is that one of those rings?

Yeah.

I thought it'd be cool
at parties because, uh...

'Cause you can never find a
bottle opener when you need it.

Yeah.
Yeah.

Doesn't fit.

- You want it?
- Sure.

Hmm.

- Thanks.
- Yeah.

My loyal Tykooners,

I have some alarming news.

Some loser from college

hired a hit man to kill me,

and the police are doing nothing

but sitting on their ass
eating donuts,

so I want you to call
the precinct and demand a...

If I don't do
what she wants,

Gemma's gonna
post my name.

And who knows what else.
The nude photos?

The photos of me
on the toilet?

What does she want you to do?

Turn myself in.

She's crazy.

Oh, my God, I can't believe
this is happening again.

No, it's not the same.

Back in college,
you didn't have me

in your corner, right?

You think I'm gonna

let her win?
No way.

I'll do anything for you.

I want to take you out to

a real dinner, okay?

No bar between us.

How does that sound?

Sure.

Why not?

Ask for Detective Smullen.

That's S-M-U,

double hockey sticks, E-N.

He knows the loser
behind this plot.

And, yes, it does
sound like "smellin',"

and, yes, he does stink,
literally,

- and at his job.
- The hell is going on?

Gemma Nelson is
bullying us now.

It's awful.

- Anything to what she's saying?
- No.

Traffic cams show there was

- clearly no intent.
-She was just

jaywalking while texting,

the car swerved to avoid
her. She was lucky.

No justice, no peace. No j...

Ms. Tascioni, for once, I want
you to use your consent decree

in the manner
that it was intended.

Let it be known
that this charge is baseless.

Captain, I still think

that Ivy Benson
had to be involved

in the actual attempt
on Gemma Nelson's life.

She's the only one
with a clear motive.

But wasn't Ms. Benson away
the night of the murder?

Yes, but Ivy received
a phone call from Joe at 9:42

that night. He could have
been confirming that

- the deed was done.
- Or just asking
about her sister's

baby or any
- other damn thing.
- What, I'm not allowed a hunch?

Uh, you don't have to do that,
Ms. Tascioni. Just speak.

I disagree with
Detective Smullen.

Sorry. Joe Dillon

is a bartender who

listens to the troubles
of his regulars

and then
he helps them,

but without them asking.

So, you think Joe
heard about the bullying

and wanted to take revenge
for Ivy without her knowing?

Exactly.

He has a crush
and a hero complex,

and we know he's been violent
at least once.

There's also the sticky

shoes, the bartender ring,

- and the loose alibi.
- But that's not enough

to arrest anybody.

So, what's the
move-- any ideas?

Well...

Ivy is Joe's Achilles heel.

We just have to figure out

a way to use that.

Can we just arrest her?

Zero-proof aquavit,

beet juice,
orange acid,

young Thai coconut

and mace mist.

It is frothy, colorful
but complicated.

I call it the Elsbeth.

Oh.

That's so nice, Joe, but...

I'm off-duty,
and I think I need a beer.

Something heavy and dark
that drinks like a meal.

Mm. That bad, huh?

Well, tell Joe about it.

It seems our girl Ivy
is in deep trouble.

Detective Smullen

is convinced she set up
a hit on Gemma

with an accomplice.

Really?

Any suspects?

Come on.

You guys think it's me?

Well, you better think again.

Gemma Nelson
did terrible things to Ivy.

If I was someone who felt
like I needed to protect Ivy,

I would understand
that desire to...

What?

Hey, you okay?

It's just, my son

was bullied.
This other boy

just completely
ruined seventh grade.

What did this other boy do?

What do bullies always do?

No, I will not

tell you his name,
just in case.

But did you
step in and try to stop it?

I mean, if it
was my kid...

We went to the principal.

But this other little bugger--

he made it like it was
all Teddy's fault.

And you just accepted that?

No.

I was so angry.

I wanted to...

I wanted to hurt that nasty kid.

I wanted to do something.

But what kind of lesson
would I be teaching my son?

But if you had done something,

it might have made you
closer to your son.

Maybe made the world
a better place.

I mean, where's
this kid right now?

Maybe he's a doctor

getting people
hooked on fentanyl.

Or a corrupt
politician.

Or maybe he's just
a petty little tyrant

crushing people
in his petty little world.

There has to be some justice.

If something
goes wrong,

we have to
make it right.

We can't wait for
someone else to do it.

And did you
make it right for Ivy?

Well...

now I know
you have nothing on me.

Otherwise
I'd be arrested, right?

Listen, I just want to
make one thing clear.

Ivy had nothing to do
with anything.

And you better leave her alone.

You don't like it
when people bother her, do you?

I don't like you bothering me.

Charlie wants a stout now.

Looks like you started a trend.

Aw, don't mind Joe.

He's just
protective of Ivy.

So am I.

You could hear that
from all the way down the bar?

Oh. Yeah.

My mom always says
I have bat ears.

I hear everything.

Some people think
you know more about the murder

- than you're letting on.
-I don't know a thing.

And I refuse to turn myself in
for something I didn't do.

I'm pretty sure you lied

to us, Ivy.

Me? No. About what?

I think you did tell your story
before at the bar

and someone heard it.

Someone who cared enough
to do something about it.

Do you know who that could be?

And here it is.

Detective,
I don't know

what this is about,
but I'd prefer

you not upset my customers.

Now, unless you're here
to make an arrest...

We are.

Dion Henry McClure,
you are under arrest

for the murder of Jane Dunhill.

Who?

What is this?

Him?
Wait, w-with what evidence?

You don't need to know that.

Come out from behind the bar.

Murder? I can't

even kill a fly.

I just let 'em buzz around me.

I advise you to stay quiet

until there's a
lawyer present, Dion.

- Aren't you a lawyer?
- Not me,

just... another lawyer.

Come on, this is stupid.

What could you possibly
have on him?

We realized

that all the evidence
that pointed to you

was also
pointing to him.

Sometimes it's the quiet ones
you have to look out for.

Oh, Dion.

I know it was wrong, but...

no one in my life

has ever stood up for
me like that before.

Thank you.

Stop. What is this?

Have you all lost your mind?

It wasn't him.

That punk can't even

make a gin and tonic.

Ivy...

Ivy, I'm the one.

I'm the one
that was here for you.

I promised

that I would
get you justice, remember?

And how'd that
work out for Jane

Dunhill?

Joe.

You wanted to kill Gemma,
not Jane.

But Jane
is the one you murdered.

Guy like you

accepts responsibility
for his actions.

What kind of man
would you be if you didn't?

You see what this world is like.

It's war.

And sometimes mistakes are made.

I'll have to live with that.

And be punished for it.

You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say
can and will be used...

There a problem?

You tell me.

I have a connection
at the Department of Labor.

They're launching
an investigation

- into FlairAll's factories.
- Labor?

They're sending inspectors
to the floors.

Wali must've gotten to 'em.

When are they doing this?

Soon.

I know that was hard.

But you did so well.
You, too, Dion.

I had fun.

The kiss was awesome.

You know I was just
looking out for you,

- Ivy.
-You killed someone, Joe.

That's never right.

Even if it had been Gemma.

Who's gonna
take care of you now?

I can take care of myself.

Over here.

This better be important.

Hey, that's Declan Armstrong,
the CEO of FlairAll.

I saw him at your gala.

- You two were very chummy.
- We were not chummy.

You're sure you weren't
followed, right?

No one can know we're here.

You think I'm an idiot?

Well, you looked chummy.

What was he
talking to you about?

I don't know.
Blah, blah, blah.

Public-private partnerships.

Uh, keeping the city
safe for business.

Like it was
all in code.

- That's probably 'cause it was.
- Shh.

- Sorry.
-
"...is going to inspect"?

You promised
to get me inside intel.

I'm alerting you beforehand.

That's the definition
of inside intel.

If I have to hide workers,
cut hours,

that's gonna cost
me a fortune.

And that's on top
of what I've already put

into Wagner's foundation.

That doesn't sound
exculpatory for you.

Uh, I'm well aware.

- Shh.
- Sorry.

It's the Department of Labor,
not the NYPD.

That's how it got past me.

But I'm handling it now.

Don't know what it is,
but something's different.

Something's changed.
It's like...

suddenly nobody can do anything
in this city

without getting noticed.

I thought I was paying you
so this would never happen.

I need to speak
with Wagner directly.

No. I said don't.

It's better he be insulated,

- for all of us.
- Not anymore.

It's all our asses
on the line now.

Hold on.

Hold on.

Is that a gun?

That's a gun!

I need a 85 at 820 Jewel.

Wait, Captain, Claudia will kill
me if anything happens to you.

You stay here.

So it was just you
this whole time?

You played me and Wagner?

Didn't know
you had it in you.

Well, that's why it worked.

You can't just shoot me.

Nobody knows you're here.

Remember?

Except me.

Drop it, Dave.

Nice and easy.

It's over.

It's all on tape.

Don't make
it worse.

Just drop the damn gun.

Did we get it?

Exculpatory City.

Which sounds like a
- terrible film noir.
-Hey.

How did you track me?

I know I wasn't tailed.

The bartender ring
on your finger.

Amazing how small they
make the bugs these days.

- Well played.
- Maybe that's why

I got the job.

And you didn't.

Take him away.

Hey, idiot boy.

What is with this coffee?

I like it light, like Zendaya.

You gave me Seal.
What, did we run out

of freakin' cashew milk?

Brad. Stop.

Brad posted this?

Announcing he
broke up with her.

Not a good look for a
children's brand CEO.

Am I allowed to like this

or would I then
be bullying Gemma?

Because I just
dislike her so much.

It does feel
like justice.

Everything okay, Captain?

The DOJ is preparing formal
indictments for Dave Noonan.

Claudia's and
my foundation

will have to return
FlairAll's contributions,

including the polo shirts,
which is a shame.

So you're in the clear?

Mission accomplished.

- Ooh!
- Yes.

It's all behind us.

And you can go back
to Chicago now.

Did Celetano request this?

Because... No.

I did.

You've been investigating
me behind my back.

While smiling to my face.

And you've done
this for months.

How could I ever trust you?

Ms. Tascioni.

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