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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!

♪ There may come a time when a lass needs a lawyer ♪

♪ But diamonds are a girl's best friend ♪

♪ There may come a time when a hard-boiled employer ♪

♪ Thinks you're awful nice ♪

What an idiot.

♪ But get that ice or else no dice ♪

♪ He's your guy when stocks are high ♪

♪ But beware when they start to descend ♪

♪ It's then that those louses ♪

♪ Go back to their spouses ♪

♪ Diamonds are ♪

♪ A girl's best friend. ♪