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Just leave it to me.
This is my domain.

I heard Kate Middleton
applied three times,

and she still
didn't get in.

If that's true, it's because
she didn't have me.

Hello,
Judith, my love.

Welcome back, Roselyn.
I see you brought a guest.

Yes, this is my best friend
in the world, Celeste.

She needs

a little pick-me-up,
so, of course,

I thought jewelry.

I like the way you think.

Well, she didn't
think jewelry,

but she's never
been up here.

Mm. What's your standard
retail therapy of choice?

Uh, bags. Fabulous bags.

I like a hand-stitched
leather good as much

as the next girl,
but we both know

the power of
a well-designed bracelet.

Who needs anti-depressants?

Well, of course,

not being a member
of the Vivienne Club,

Celeste has to, uh,
shop on the lower levels

with all the...
regular people.

We can't have that.
Trust me,

she is membership
material.

Unfortunately,
since I'll be retiring soon,

I no longer work
with the membership committee.

What? When did that happen?

Why wasn't I told?

It was sudden,

but you'll be
well taken care of.

Both of you.
Get Valentina, please.

Our new
creative director,

Valentina, can facilitate
your membership request.

Now, the club only admits
a handful each year,

but with Roselyn recommending,
you should sail right through.

Told you.

Roselyn, have you
given any thought

to what you'd like to wear
to the reopening gala?

Not yet. Do you have something
in mind for me?

These new Bailey Keatings
arrived yesterday.
Oh...

The lilac sapphires were
sourced from Sri Lanka.

Ah, Bailey Keating
is a French designer

that made the earrings
I wore for my wedding.

Uh, which wedding?

Third, I think? I don't
remember the men, only these.

I understand there's
a membership request?

Ah, yes. This is
my dear friend...

The thing is, I've put
a freeze on new memberships

while I get the Vivienne Mills
rebrand on its feet.

What? Rebrand?

Vivienne's is
an institution.

So is Zales.

We must be willing to change
with the times,

while maintaining the quality
and prestige of the brand.

Well, good luck with that.

Judith, can I see
the lilac teardrops?

We'd be happy
to show them to you,

once I confirm
your proof of funds.

Proof of...
I think there
must be some confusion.

I'm the one applying
for a membership.

Roselyn's already
a member.

A founding member.

Proof of funds is standard.

If our associates

haven't been enforcing
the rule over the years,

well...

that ends today.

Well, I do owe
my accountant a call.

But next time,

you better remember whose
purchases built this place.

Barely a million left
in my trust account.

How could your accountant
let this happen?

His only job
is to keep you rich.

Yeah, and he tried to blame me.

Said something about

blah, blah,
spending habits, blah, blah.

I mean,
what'd he expect me to do?

Predict inflation?

And then my doctor

says I'm the picture of health.

No...

Says I could live
another 30 years.

On what money,
Dr. Leonard?

Well, I guess you could
sell your jewelry.

True, or I could just
cut my heart out

and feed it to the rats
in the subway.

You're right. I'm sorry.
It's a horrible idea.

These are dark days

we're living through.
I know.

We both deserve
so much better.

Nobody's buying
my frozen yogurt anymore

'cause of freaking semaglutides.

"Oh, I'll just have a
thimble of actual ice cream

'cause that's all I want.
I'm so full."

I should sue Big Pharma
for making me poor.

"Proof of funds," hmm?

Where does that
pop tart get off?

I mean, Vivienne's
has all my funds.

You should take it back.

Take what back?

All the money
you paid into that place.

You should just take it back.

I should.

I should just, uh,
do some big jewel heist.

God. I mean, why not?

Nobody knows that place
better than you do.

Look at us, finally lunching
after all these years.

Decades, actually,
and this is the first time.

Well, I get so busy.

Do you know
what you're having?

I ate before I came.

So... you wanted to talk?

I was truly appalled
to hear that you're retiring.

It's Valentina, isn't it?
Forcing you out?

You've given your
life to Vivienne's.

Yes, well,

a person needs to know
when to step aside.

And the way she disrespected
me and you--

unacceptable.

Comparing Vivienne's to Zales?

I wouldn't be
surprised if, one day,

she offended the wrong
people and, well...

Vivienne's found itself

with a substantial
loss of inventory,

right under her nose.

It could happen.

If some people
were determined

and knew what they were doing.

Are you talking
about robbing Vivienne's?

What? No, that's crazy.

I was...
I'm in.

But the plan needs
to be airtight

if we're gonna pull this off.

Do you have a fence yet?

Um, not yet.

What's that?

The "fence" will make
counterfeit jewels

so we can swap 'em out
and sell the real ones.

Huey's been making
knock-off bags for me for years.

Even I can't tell
the difference.

Impressive.

You got the pieces picked out?

Not yet.

Vivienne's allowing
A-listers and club members

to wear
certain pieces--

we're talking 20, 30 carats--
on loan for a gala.

They just let people
walk out of that place

wearing millions? For free?

No one leaves the building.

They can only wear
the loaned jewelry that night,

at that singular location.
Still, this is America.

Why the hell would a company
give all that away for free?

Marketing.

Every time Beyoncé
is photographed

wearing Vivienne's,
our stock goes up.

Huey, are you in or what?

Choose stuff
with simple settings,

nothing too complicated,

otherwise,
it'll take too long

to swap, and send me photos
when you pick 'em,

so I can get my guy started
making the knock-off gems.

Next, we'll need
a rare gem expert to "verify"

that the fake gems
we swap in your loaners

are "real"
after you return them.

Thank you so much for
squeezing me in after hours.

I get so busy.

What are we
polishing today?

Claude has money troubles.

He'll be very motivated
to join us.

My Digne silverware

is in great need
of a little TLC.

The other day, I saw him
walk away from a conversation

with Valentina in tears.

He must hate the new regime
as much as we do.

Do you take sugar?
Cream?

Oh, I'm not a tea girl,
but you go ahead.

Has anyone
ever told you

how important you are
to this company?

I mean, without experts
like you to verify

the jewels coming in and
out of here, there'd be

a gaping hole
in Vivienne's security,

wouldn't there be?
I mean,

what a big responsibility.

It's true.

Most people don't recognize

the importance
of this department.

Like Valentina?

She should know,
without you,

a room full of gems

could turn into a room
full of plastic.

I bet the
insurance company

would have a fit.

That would be something,
wouldn't it?

You're looking
for your Mindy Kaling.

Ocean's 8? It's a heist movie.

I, uh, put some
outstanding jewelry

on loan for the
reopening gala.

I bet you can
figure out the rest.

Funny.

I always thought you were trash.

I didn't know
you were stupid, too.

Valentina is the best thing to
happen to this house in decades.

But-but Judith saw you walk away
from her in tears.

She just made me
head of the department.

Those were happy tears.

Thank you for informing me
of your crackpot plan.

It will be
my privilege

to get you kicked out
of The Vivienne Club for good.

If you'll excuse me,

I'm going to call Valentina

and ask her
to come in.

She'll want to turn you over
to the authorities herself.

Valentina,
it's Claude.

I don't know where you are,
but if you get this,

could you give me a call?

I'm still at the club.

give me a call.
I'm still at the club.

I wasn't able to reach her,

but don't worry,
by tonight,

you won't be able to buy
a pair of studs at Claire's.

Of course, you had to do it.

He threatened
to send you to prison.

I thought my second
husband was a bastard.

You should've seen how giddy
Claude was making that call.

Valentina
just called.

Claude is dead.

You knew?

Was he dead before you got
to your appointment?

I pitched him our plan,
and it didn't go over well.

Oh, my God.

He threatened to call the FBI.
She had to think on her feet.

By killing him?

Calm down. I made it look like
I was poisoned, too.

I mean,
we're fine.

We'll figure out a heist
without a rare gem expert.

You expect to still
go through with this?

Of course we're going through
with it.

Or did you suddenly come up with
a big pile of retirement money?

I mean, that might
be okay for you,

but I will not be
upper middle-class.

I'm gonna touch
base with CSU.

Okay.

I just saw a yellow diamond
the size of an egg.

You know,
those big, cage-free ones

that the happy chickens lay?

As I was saying,

Claude cleaned and repaired
pieces, but more important,

Claude verified any jewels
that came in and out.

So he was key to security.

How many people have
access to this place?

The Vivienne Club
can only be accessed

by members and associates
who work on the floor.

As you saw, we have a private
entrance to the grand stairway.

Do we have an idea
of who might've been

the last person
to see him alive?

He had a polishing appointment

with one of our members--
Roselyn Bridwell.

He called
my cell last night,

but I was at cold yoga.

If only I'd
gotten out of

ice bath vinyasa
to hear his voice one last time.

CSU says this looks like a case
of accidental cyanide poisoning.

How do you accidentally

ingest cyanide?
I asked the same thing,

but seems like
most silver polishes

have cyanide?
And CSU found polish residue

on the inside
of the victim's teacup.

Apparently,
it's not uncommon

for jewelers
to accidentally

ingest cleaning solution
while working.

But if he was an expert,

would he really make
that big of a mistake?

Plus, the warning label
on this polish.

Hard to miss.

Are we sure someone
didn't poison him?

Let's not be
melodramatic.

Like your colleague said--
it was a tragic accident.

Wonder how much

polish residue was on the cup.

This store is reopening
its doors to the public

after a five-year
renovation,

and I don't need rumors
flying about

a murder at Vivienne's when
this was clearly an accident.

What was an accident?

This is Roselyn Bridwell.

Uh, Ms. Bridwell,
I'm Detective Donnelly.

I understand that you were with,
uh, Claude Tobia last night?

Yes. He was polishing a pair
of silver candlesticks for me.

Well, unfortunately,

he was found dead
at his workstation this morning.

It appears that
he, uh, drank tea

that had been contaminated
with silver polish.

What?

Dead?

Are you sure?

Claude?
Were you two close?

Uh... no, but, uh, he was
an extraordinary talent.

I can't believe it.

I shared tea with him
last night.

That's my lipstick on the cup.

Do you always press your lips

on the inside of the cup
when you drink?

Um... I guess.

You know, Detective,
it's kind of funny.

I... feel a little...

uh, a little lightheaded.

Do you think
it could be related?

It's possible.

We should definitely
have you checked out

by a medical
professional right away.

Your bloodwork confirms
that there was cyanide

in your system.
You're lucky you survived.

Do you hear that, Celeste?
I was this close to dying.

I did. Thank Goddess.

You might be the luckiest person
I've ever met.

It's a good thing
you drink so much water.

Thanks for this, by the way.

Okay, well, you look like

you're in capable hands
with your friends there,

so I think
we're gonna take off.

Whoa.
That's a lot of apple pulp.

Did someone make a pie?

Oh. No.

You would use
all this stuff.

Uh, Roselyn was helping me
come up with new

flavors for my frozen yogurt
company's new spring menu.

You know, Two Scoops FroYo?
That's your company?

Yes.
That is so cool.

Thank you.
I love the toppings.

It's patent pending,

how I get 'em that crunchy.

Thank you for seeing me home.

Okay.

It's official.

Accidental death
by cyanide poisoning.

The ME suspects that

the victim polished the cups,

and didn't properly wash them
out before using them.

But Claude was
meticulous.

Would a man like that really
poison himself to death?

I'm with Elsbeth.

Accidental just doesn't align

with how this guy operated.

That Roselyn woman
acted really weird

when we told her
about Claude.
Yeah, her reaction

was almost theatrical,
like she was working hard

to convince us
she was upset.

Or that she was surprised.

Yeah, and she was the
last person to see him alive.

I know.
Okay, Mutt and Jeff.

I know you like to take a theory

and run with it,

but Roselyn had cyanide
in her system, too.

She wouldn't poison herself.

Or would she?

It'd be a great alibi.

Plus, she left

lipstick on the inside

of the teacup. Look.

See, my lips only touch
the outside of the glass.

It's like Roselyn really

wanted to prove... mwah...

that she drank that tea.

I don't know anything
about lipstick,

but I do know
that Vivienne's is

a bona fide
New York institution

going back 200 years,
and the figurehead

of that institution
has told us

unequivocally to back off.

But Captain...

I will not condone
poking a very big,

very influential bear

when all the
evidence suggests

this case is closed.

Good enough for me.

I'll be at my desk.

Can I have a desk?

Uh, wait.
Before you go...

Our conversation just now
notwithstanding,

I want to bring
a little more... fun

to the workplace.

Murder should be fun?

Obviously, murder's not fun.

I'm putting on...

...a raffle.

Aw. Like, for charity?

No. No.

I hadn't thought of that.

It's a raffle for a lunch.

With me. My treat.

Oh, that sounds fun.
That's great.

Thank you.

Can I have two?

Yeah.

Sorry about
all the boxes.

You don't realize
how much crap you own

until you have to move it.
Don't worry about it.

The guest room has a big closet.

You're sure
you don't mind me staying here?

Of course not.

Oh. We are so, so thrilled
to have you here.

Isn't that right, Gonzo?

Aw. Thanks.

It's so much easier than staying
with my sister in Staten Island.

Oh, let me grab your check
for the rent.

Um, about that...

It feels weird
having you pay rent.

We're friends.
I know.

But I wouldn't feel comfortable.
But I offered.

And I accepted, but only if
I paid a fair share of the rent.

I could end up being here
longer than you think.

I know I'm only adding

a small bathroom
and kitchenette, but who knows

what problems the contractor
will run into

once the walls are opened up.

And I can't take on a tenant
if things aren't up to code.

You don't have to worry
about deadlines with me.

You can stay here
as long as you like.

I am sure a lot of people
would jump at the chance

to live in this
beautiful apartment rent-free,

but I couldn't.

I included a standard

rental agreement I found online.

Maybe you can just give it

the legal once-over
before we sign?

You think
we need a formal contract?

It'd probably be best
to lay out some ground rules.

Why don't we take a little
moving break for fro-yo?

Oh, yeah, that's a great idea.

I have been craving it non-stop

since Celeste brought up
Two Scoops FroYo.

All the Two Scoops FroYo
locations are listed

as permanently closed,
and not just in New York.

The Wall Street Journal says
Two Scoops FroYo filed

for Chapter 11.

Celeste is broke.

So Celeste lied
about the apple pulp.

She is covering
for Roselyn,

but what about?

Oh! Oh! Um,

you know how eating
a ton of poppy seeds at once

can show up as opioids

on a blood test?
Oh, yeah.

We never order poppyseed bagels
in the academy.

Too many random drug tests.

Well, maybe apples...

Yes!

"Apple seeds contain
small quantities

of cyanide"?

There was plenty of apple pulp

in her trash,
but I didn't see any seeds.

She faked the blood test.

There goes alibi.

But what about motive?

Uh, Celeste?

Wow.

Do you live around here?

Do you?

It is so wild
that we ran into you.

We were just trying
to get a cup

of your FroYo, but it
seems like they shut down.

Business is strong one day,
gone the next.

I'll pivot.

Oh, bankruptcy... it's hard.

I mean, it's
a good thing

you have wealthy friends
like Roselyn to lean on.

I don't expect help
from Roselyn.

But isn't she your best friend?

She is, but it's because

we don't bring money
into the friendship.

If you'll excuse me...
Oh, sure.

Bye!

Do you think
Roselyn is a bad friend,

or maybe she's not as rich
as she pretends she is?

Well, plenty of people like

to keep money and
friendship separate.

It's a good policy,

especially when one makes
more than the other.

Is that why you insist
on paying me rent,

or is it because
of the consent decree?

The consent decree
is part of it.

Well, then, I can just disclose
that you're crashing with me.

It's so...
Elsbeth.

You're not hearing me.

It's be better for our
friendship if this doesn't...

feel like charity.

My wanting a lease agreement
is bigger

than wanting this
to be aboveboard.

You get that, right?

Yeah.

Okay.

Claude's death was
an accident. I can't fathom

what further questions
you could possibly have.

If I had 11 million
lying around,

that flamingo broach
would be coming home

with me.
Elsbeth.

Sorry.

So, actually,
I'm an attorney,

and this has
now crossed over

from a criminal issue
to a civil one.

How so?

When our
investigators

took Roselyn to the hospital,

cyanide came up
in her bloodwork.

And because
she says she drank

cyanide-contaminated
tea at Vivienne's--

even if by
accident--

it's a liability issue
for Vivienne's.

Is that witch
planning to sue us?

Not necessarily, but she could.

And it looks
bad to a judge

if the liable party
is uncooperative.

Fine. What are your questions?

Was there any animosity
between Roselyn and Claude?

Between her and the company?

Well, she certainly wasn't
a fan of mine.

When we met
last week,

I asked Roselyn
for proof of funds

before allowing her

to shop,
and she stormed off.

Did she come back
with the proof of funds?

Yes. She emailed them to me the
morning after Claude's death.

Can we have a copy of that?

If it will help.

I am so sorry,
but can you

please explain--
what is the purpose

of requiring membership
to come and spend money?

People really just can't
be rich and show up?

Oh, God.

No.

Members carry a level
of social cachet,

a certain net worth, obviously,

and have a ongoing relationship
with Vivienne's.

Reviewing membership
is part of the reorg

I was just hired to do.

So if you only just met Roselyn,

is there anyone else here

who could speak to
her relationship with the...

company?

I have been a client advisor
at Vivienne's

for nearly 30 years

and servicing
Roselyn for 25.

I love the lavender
piping on your lapels.

Did you do that yourself?

No, please.
I have no artistic ability.

No, the blazers
with the lavender lapels

are given to client advisors

after 20 years of service
with the company.

Wow. That's a long time.

Yeah, well, which is why
mine's the only one you'll see.

And not for long.

I'm going to retire
at the end of the quarter.

Is that... a part of the reorg?

I do what the company asks.

Ooh.

Close the door.

I don't want
Captain Wagner

to know that we're
still... you know.

I just don't believe that this
proof of funds document is real.

It looks pretty legit to me.

Yeah, but when you
have this much money,

you don't keep it
all in one account.

You spread it out

over various high
interest savings accounts

at different banks and then
you shift the money around

depending on who's offering
the best APY at the time.

Hmm. Is that what you do?

Um, well, I... I mean,

when you work with high-profile
clients for a long time,

you pick up a few things--

Elsbeth,
take a breath.

I was just curious. It's fine.

Okay.

I want to try
something.
Mm-hmm.

May I?
Yes. Absolutely.

Okay. So, if this document

doesn't look like
the financial documents

you're used to, then maybe...

it is fabricated.

Yup. This document

is totally fake.

It is an 84% match

with Internet content
harvested by A.I.
Wow.

Well, we can't confirm
Roselyn's actual account balance

without a warrant, but, clearly,

if she's fabricating
proof of funds,

her accounts aren't
what they used to be.

But why would you fake
proof of funds

to get into a jewelry store

if you don't actually have
money to buy things?

Maybe she doesn't plan to buy
the jewelry in that store.

And borrowing it for one night
now and then isn't enough.

Not if you're used to buying
whatever you want and then...

suddenly run into
cash flow problems.

I think maybe Roselyn's
planning to rob the place.

You're saying
there's a heist afoot?

We were just talking.
Yeah.

And Captain Wagner said
Vivienne's case is closed.

I have always wanted
to bust a jewelry heist.

Well, we're
not even sure--

I'm in.

So, we are a
few days out.

Huey, how are we
with the fake gems?

Almost done.

Just making sure
they're exactly to size.

Judith, where are we
with security?

None of the jewelry is
allowed to leave the building.

You'll check in
on the 15th floor,

and I will escort you
personally to collect yours.

And then you'll sign it out?
No, no, I can't.

Only the rare gem
experts

are able
to authenticate the pieces

and emboss rental paperwork.

So
who's gonna do it?

Claude's ghost?

When I escort you
to collect your jewelry,

I'll see which
of the embossing tools

is used for
your paperwork.

They're all unique.
When the party's in full swing,

Celeste will...

Keep Valentina occupied.

Then I will slip upstairs,

create the
diversion...

Hi, Roselyn. It's Elsbeth.

Tascioni.

In case you know more than one.

She in the gang?
Oh, God, no.

She's with the police.

Huey, get in
the bathroom.

Gotta go.
Go.

And don't forget
your tacky purse.

These wellness checks
really aren't necessary.

I'm here all the time, and
she's basically recovered.

We were just about
to watch a movie.

But thank you so much
for stopping by.
Yeah.

That's perfect. This is
a great movie-watching snack.

That is... Wow.

I was worried that you might not
have an appetite yet.

But I know how much
you love apples,

so I went out on a limb

and made you a little "get well
soon" apple pie anyway.

Um...

is this a good place to put it?

Sure.
Great.

Whoa.

This table. Oh!

This is the most gorgeous table
I've ever seen.

My mother was known
for her tablescapes.

She taught me everything there
was to know about hostessing.

Oh. I need new plates.

They're the Vivienne Digne's
collection.

Uh, tends to have
that effect.

That's D-I-G-N-E.
It's French for--

"Dignified." I know.

And look at all the detail.

Everything matches,

even the candlesticks!

Hence,
a collection.
Wow.

A set is basically worthless
if it's not complete.

No silverware?

You only put the silverware out
once you selected the menu

and then you know what
utensils are necessary.

I have so much

to learn about entertaining.

Well, thank you so much
for stopping by, Ms. Taglioni.

Uh, Tascioni.

Thank you.

Um, uh...

You know what,

this pie, it might be too much
for two people.

You might want to...

invite over a whole gang.

I'm so excited you've joined
our secret investigation.

Yes, please shout louder
how we're going

against the captain's
direct orders.

Okay.

Are we sure it's in here?

It's gotta be.

Ooh...

Aha! I found it.

I knew I recognized
that pattern.

This spoon
with the polish residue,

the one from Claude's saucer,

it matches Roselyn's
entire dining set.

Only she didn't have
the matching silverware set out.

Pretend I don't have telepathy.

Claude's entire tea set,

it had a silver border.

No pattern.

It was all from
the same collection.

But this spoon isn't.

I bet Roselyn does have
matching silverware.

She just didn't put
it out because--

Now it's incomplete.
Yes.

Not exactly a smoking gun.

No. It's a smoking spoon.

Pew, pew.

Okay. I'll just put this
all back, then.

Welcome to lunch
with the boss.

Cheeseburgers, fries,
and fun, right?

Vivienne's has to cancel
their party.
Roselyn's planning a heist.

Th-Th-That's-- I...

Even if some harebrained heist
was in the works,

it's out
of our purview.

We are homicide.

But... I'll pass on your intel
to the robbery division

after our delicious lunch.

Officer Blanke.

Have you seen the new season
of Lavish Ladies?

It is very much in our purview.

The harebrained heist plan
led to murder.

So if she drank enough
apple juice, it would come up

in her bloodwork
as cyanide.

Perfect alibi.

Maybe the woman
just likes apples.

Roselyn told us that Claude
polished her candlesticks

on the night
that he died.

But I visited her
apartment today.

Those candlesticks
are tarnished.

Why would she lie about that?
Because I think

what Roselyn
actually had Claude polish

ended up being
the murder weapon.

We believe
Roselyn used a spoon

from a silverware
set she brought in

to scoop the polish
and poison Claude's tea.

Back up.

Why is Roselyn robbing
Vivienne's at all?

And how is murdering Claude
a part of that plan?

We don't think it was.

Maybe Roselyn recruited Claude

to be on her heist squad.

Heist... team?

Crew?
Elsbeth.

Uh, sorry. Uh, band?

Maybe...

Claude said, "No."

And then Roselyn,

afraid of being exposed...

...murdered him.

Why put Claude
on her "heist squad"?

Claude was a key part
of Vivienne's security.

Roselyn would've wanted
his help.

Okay, but I'm still
not hearing a motive

for the heist
in the first place.

Roselyn is a millionaire.

We don't think she is.

Roselyn's best
friend Celeste

just declared
bankruptcy.

They are both
hurting for money.

And I saw Judith's one-of-a-kind
blazer at Roselyn's. Why?

We think they
recruited Judith,

who's been working
there for decades

and is being forced
into early retirement.

Plenty of motive to go around.

You bring in this Judith.

But if it doesn't
go anywhere,

you need to let this thing go.

Deal.
Yes, sir.

You're gonna love these...
Oh...

I'll be damned. I bought
all these damn milkshakes.

They're just gonna run away.

Milkshakes already melted

and got condensation
all over the table.

Oh, they don't want 'em,
I'm gonna drink mine.

Elsbeth saw

your blazer at Roselyn's.

What are you hiding from us?

I'm not hiding anything.

I wasn't there, I swear.
I swear,

you're gonna go down
as an accessory to murder

if you keep lying to us.

Let me.

Judith,

I understand what it's like
to give decades of your life

to an institution and not get
the respect you expected.

It's frustrating.

Makes you want
to do something about it.

Something, uh...

out of character.

But a man has died.

Claude was a good person.

I had no part
in what happened to him.

But you know who did.

And you're gonna be left

holding the bag for this.

Is that what you want?

The heist was their idea.

Going along with it

was the worst decision
of my life.

But my retirement package
barely covers the basics.

I felt like I had no choice.

Was it your idea
to murder Claude?

Of course not.
That was all Roselyn.

I wanted to back out of the
heist when I found out, but...

I don't know
when I became such a coward.

How did Roselyn kill Claude?

I don't know.
She didn't tell me.

Did you sell her

a silverware set?

No.

I've sold her an obscene amount
of jewelry, but no silverware.

Well, don't expect us

to take your word for it.

In the meantime, write down

everything that's going
to happen at the gala.

Okay, so,

I called Valentina.

She looked up Roselyn's
purchase history.

Judith's telling the truth.

She never

sold Roselyn a silverware set

from the Digne collection,
and neither did anyone else.

So the spoon that
poisoned Claude wasn't hers.

Dang it.
Judith told us

Roselyn murdered Claude.

Isn't that enough to arrest?

Maybe, but it's not enough
to hold her.

I mean, even if

Judith is telling the truth

about the murder and the heist,

we have no proof
to corroborate either.

Then we catch them in the act.

Ooh.

A heist? You can't be serious.

Less truffle,
more sea salt.

I know it sounds
a little theatrical,

but we have
compelling reason to believe

that Roselyn will rob the store
during your party.

Well, then,
I expect you all to be here

to ensure nothing
goes wrong.

Oh, my gosh,
thank you for inviting us!

But I can't have guests thinking
they're unsafe, so,

no uniforms.

Dress like people who can
afford the things we sell here.

No polyester.

Oh. And if you
ruin my gala,

the police commissioner
will be hearing from Vivienne's.

Welcome! Please proceed
to the Rare Gem Desk

to collect your pieces.

The event is on the tenth floor.

Thank you.
Thank you.

Good evening, Ms. Bridwell.

Please proceed to
the Rare Gem Desk

to collect your
loaned pieces.

And where is that again?

I'd be happy to escort you.

Clink.

Miss Tascioni.

Oh, look.
I need a refill.

Whose arm did you have
to twist for an invitation?

Nobody's. Valentina invited me.

Oh, I love your necklace.

Did you buy or lease?

Vivienne's asked those of us

with social influence
to wear unique pieces.

It helps the brand.

Well, it's stunning.

Maybe one day,
I'll have the proof of funds

to get in the club.

Don't count on it.

Enjoy the party.

Cheers to you, Valentina.

Tonight is such a triumph.

And Tiffany's could never.

Thank you...

Celeste?
Celeste.

Celeste.

I love

what you're doing
with the brand.

It's why I'm interested
in membership.

Between the two of us,

I think you make
Roselyn feel... insecure.

The 15th floor ladies'
room just flooded.

We need to get it under control
before it spills into the club.

What? We cannot have

the princess of Monaco
standing in sewage water.

I've already called
the in-house plumber.

Am I authorized to shut
down the 15th floor?

Absolutely. Thank you, Judith.

Your Grace...

I need 20 minutes.
Okay.

There's a flood on this floor.

Per Valentina's
strict instructions,

nobody is to come up here.
Tell the rest

of the staff.

Let's go.

Hurry. Go, go.

You have everything you need?

I'll just pop the fake ones
into your necklace,

and the real ones
into my toolbox.

I have a buyer waiting.

I got to take care
of some business up here.

Hi, again.

Have you met
Captain C.W. Wagner?

Can't say I've had the pleasure.

Enjoying the
installation?

The Digne collection is iconic.

Yes, we know.
You own the whole thing.

Well, almost.

Strangely,
your dining table

was fully dressed with
the entire Digne collection,

except the silverware.

What's even odder is,

the spoon beside Claude's

contaminated cup of Earl Grey--

like the spoon
you just stole--

was from
the Digne collection, too.

Except the rest
of his tea set wasn't.

And the candlesticks

on your table were tarnished,

even though you said

Claude polished them
on the night he died.

I can appreciate your active
imagination, Ms. Tascioni,

but I have never purchased
the Digne collection.

I don't like the way it handles.

She's very discerning.

You can check
my purchase history.

Oh, we did, and
I must admit,

I was stumped when
it didn't show up.

But then I suggested

she look up
when the pattern was released.

Turns out Vivienne's

released the collection
the same year

you were married the first time.

My wife and I
received all kinds

of housewares
when we got married.

Valentina--

she really is very good
at her job--

pulled up
your wedding registry records,

and guess what your mom
bought you?

That's very sweet.

Claude's passing was a tragedy.

But the spoon that you're
referring to is not mine.

We'd be happy
to clear this up.

All you have to do is

show us
your complete silverware set,

with no missing spoons.

"A set is basically

worthless if it's not complete."

Well, you can't expect me to...

Roselyn Bridwell,
you're under arrest

for the murder
of Claude Tobia.

And for...

grand larceny.

Oh, Judith!

Oh, thank you so much.

Uh, the D.A. confirmed
your deal this morning.

Ah. Of course.

Stealing is wrong.

You sneaky bitch.

Well, I hope the party's
still going on.

Mm-hmm.
Oh, um, by the way,

I looked over
the lease agreement.

I made a few tweaks,
but it looks good.

Mandatory fro-yo night?

I'm a lawyer,
I had to change something.

Shall we?

Yes.

Give her the box.

Beyoncé.

Come in, quick.

Oh, this closet is amazing!

Please, focus.

Roselyn wanted me to
sell all her jewels

to pay for our
defense, and look.

Empty. All of them.

All-all... all...

all the jewels... gone.

Oh, dear. That's a twist.

Do you know if anyone else
was ever in here?

And don't forget
your tacky purse!

What an idiot.

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