All language subtitles for Elsbeth - 2x08

This better be important.

Some of your little cop buddies

have been sniffing
around again, Sergeant.

And now I'm hearing that the
Department of Labor is planning

to launch an investigation
into my factories?

Are you going back on our deal?

Just relax.

As long as the
money keeps coming,

nothing moves up
the ladder past me.

What was that?

Were you followed?

No.

I made sure of it.

Drop the gun, Sergeant.

Detective Watts.

Father.

You two shouldn't
have come here.

Adam.

All this time?

You were our friend.
We trusted you.

Don't make me ask
you again, Hooks.

Drop the gun.

Ah...

You know I can't do that.

Get down!

Forgive me, Father,
for I am about to sin.

Rick. I've been hit.

Felicity!

Hey, hey.

Hey, stay with me.

You're all right.

Hey.

I need you here. Please.

I'm so sorry, I...

I...

Line? Wh-what's my line?

Cut!
Okay, that's it.

We're moving on.

We'll get the rest in ADR.

We're moving on, folks.

But Hess...

I just can't
do it anymore, Cal.

I really, I-I just can't.

I'm a classically trained
actress, for God's sake.

I might as well be
working with a chimp here.

No, at least a monkey

would show a modicum
of professionalism.

Are you even listening to me?

Are you done? I could go on,

but in the interest
of time, I won't.

So, I wanted you to
hear this from me.

The network wants a big
finish for the season finale.

They want it splashy, they
want to bring in viewers.

Well, what's splashier
than Felicity's life

hanging in the balance?

No. Cal. No.

No!

We agreed.

It's time.

It's what the fans want.

Screw the fans.
What do they know?

Cal, please.

Rehearsals start in
London in a week.

This is my chance to be seen
as a legitimate actress.

You promised me this.

You can't.

Oh, I can't?

I can't?

You're gonna tell
me what I can't do?

Look around, kid.

All of this,

this whole world, comes from me.

What you have, what
you are comes from me.

I can snap my fingers
and take it back.

There's no promises in
this industry, Regina.

There's only contracts.

Your contract says that
your ass belongs to me.

That means what I say goes.

You got it?

End of discussion!

What? - Sorry.

Uh, you have a Props
meeting in five.

They need approval on the
severed hand for the park scene.

Also, Legal called.

We are allowed to kill
someone using a blender

as long as there
are no name brands.

And another one of
these landed on my desk.

Could be worse.

You could have these lunatics
telling you what to do.

Reggie, would you trust me?

Will you trust that I
know what's best for you?

You'll have new pages
tomorrow after lunch.

That's lunch.

Regina?

Regina, Cal has a
script change for you.

Uh, scene 10.

He wants you to say "cadaver"
instead of "corpse."

Oh. Yeah, that's all.

Tiny change.

Uh, also the ice cream
truck you wanted is here.

It's parked at the gate.

Tell the crew to
help themselves.

"Thanks for a great season.

All my love,
Regina." Or whatever.

Big font. Glossy finish.

Anything else before I lock
myself away and study my lines?

One last thing.

Uh, Cal says you'll have the
new ending this afternoon.

He's hard at work as we speak.

I'm sure he is.

Yes.

Let's go, I haven't got all day.

Let's get this show
on the road, please.

Oh, man.

It's wonderful that you took the
initiative to bring handcuffs.

I love...

Hey.

Wait.

Now it's the end...

of discussion.

Hi. I'm so sorry.

I'm a little turned around.

I'm looking for
Detective Fleming.

Do you know where I can...

Oh, you're talking to me.

I'm not a cop, I'm just
a background actor.

Oh.

Wow, you could've fooled me.

And I'm not easy to fool.

Um, can you point me

to Calvin Reed's office?

First building on the
right, ma'am, third floor.

Thank you.

Looks like the killer
bashed in the shoe

with a FanFave Award

Mm.

Poor schmuck.
He was found like this

by his assistant
after a massage.

Are we thinking it
was the masseuse?

Eh.

Security at the front gate said
the masseuse was a no-show.

Oh, wait, I know this show.

It's the one about the dad

who helps his cop
daughter solve murders.

Nope, that's Papa Cop.

Father Crime is about the
priest who solves murders.

I'll be honest, I didn't
know it was still on the air.

These shows have
been ripping off real murders

solved by real cops for years.

Who wants to watch someone
who isn't a cop solve crimes?

Yeah, they're not
for me, either.

Little dark for my taste.

All that murder before bed

gives me tummy ache.

Hmm.

♪ One of these things ♪

♪ Is not like the other. ♪

What's "Wavey"?

Oh. It's the, uh,

couple name for the
two leads of the show.

Father Rick Garvey,
Detective Felicity Watts.

It's like Brangelina.

Or Bennifer. Or spork.

They've been doing this

"will they, won't they"
thing for, like, 20 years.

It got old fast.
Do you think

it was left by the killer?

A disgruntled fan?

It certainly looks that way,

- doesn't it?
- Detective?

Excuse me.

Huh. Get this.

We got in touch
with the masseuse.

No pun intended.

She got a call this morning

to cancel the appointment.

From Cal's assistant.

Someone definitely
called from my phone,

but it wasn't me.

The masseuse said

the caller had a "weird accent."

How are you at accents?

Not great, babes?

And I
wasn't here all morning.

I was running around
dealing with this

last-minute ice cream
truck that our lead Regina

- booked for the
crew. - And...

other people can confirm

you were at this ice
cream truck? - Yes.

Uh, everyone was either there
or eating lunch in holding.

Except for Jack and Regina.

He has a personal chef, and
she religiously runs lines

in her dressing
room during lunch.

Plus, she would never eat
ice cream during a shoot day.

Dairy makes her
bloat like crazy.

Something you'd like

to share with the
class, Ms. Tascioni?

Yeah, I don't see "massage"
on Cal's schedule.

It says "Network Notes Call"
at the appointment time.

Cal didn't like anyone knowing
what he was doing with his time.

Said it was none
of their business.

So Cal's call on
his cal was code?

So
that means the killer

has to be someone who's
close enough to Cal

to know his real schedule
and that he would be alone.

Someone who works on the show.

Do you know anybody on the crew

who would want to see Cal dead?

What's that?

The entire crew list.

Oh, are you going with that,
um, nice yoga instructor

as your new roomie? No.

Turns out, she
has three ferrets.

Every time I think
I find the right fit,

there's just some
weird deal-breaker.

A vintage gun collection,

an accordion hobby

and a violent history
of night terrors. Mm.

Maybe I'm just too
picky for a roommate.

Sorry for overhearing,

uh, did you just say you're
looking for a roommate?

A temporary tenant in my
newly renovated guest room.

Why?

I just moved to New
York for this job,

and, um, my housing
situation fell through.

Uh, I was staying
in the back room

of an artist's
studio in Bushwick,

and it's not great.

Well, um, I mean, I don't know.

My place is all the
way in Queens...

Queens? That's perfect.

I volunteer at the shelter

in Sunnyside on free nights.

I'm very clean.

I pay my bills on time.

I have no pets, I have no
guns, I have no accordion.

I'm single. Single's good.

You'll
hardly even notice me.

Unless I'm stress-baking.
Do you like pie?

Pie?

She will take your
information and be in touch.

I'm Elsbeth Tascioni,

and this is Officer-soon-
to-be-Detective Kaya Blanke.

Congratulations.

I'm, uh, Dr. Clayden.
Cameron Clayden.

Here.

Uh, is that a toe tag?

Just give me a call.

Thank you.

S-Stop.

Look, there's
Jack Wilson.

Ooh, he's so handsome in person.

What's the holdup?

I thought we were supposed
to be back an hour ago.

Excuse me, folks.

I need your attention, please.

Thank you.

Ladies and gentlemen, I do
apologize for the delay,

but we have just received
some terrible news.

Our beloved showrunner,

the man who created
the world we live in,

Cal...

was found dead.

That's odd. Hmm?

Why would Regina
be eating ice cream

if she knew she
was filming today?

Cal was...

a good man.

Stand-up guy. Old-school.

Just so you know,
you're not a suspect.

Multiple people saw
you during lunch.

Oh. He was a real prick.

No one was a bigger fan
of Cal than Cal himself.

Every single decision
had to come from him.

Nobody could possibly
match his awesome genius.

I take it you didn't get along.

Cal didn't get
along with anybody.

Except Regina.

He was always weird about her.

Cal was a relic
from a bygone era,

when people like
him could get away

with treating others like dirt.

Even the show is
stuck in the past.

No one wants to see
copaganda BS anymore.

It's a fantasy, so
we can all pretend

we live in some
shiny, happy world

where good guys always win,

bad guys always get caught,

cops are all heroes.

No offense. Uh-huh.

Maybe some of us want to
live in a world like that.

Where the good guys win

and the bad guys
always get caught,

and justice actually
means something.

And I don't think that's
too much to ask for.

Hey. You good?

Hey. Hey.

Excuse me. We were using that.

I'm sorry. It's
just... Cal and I,

we were very close.

Um...

He
changed my life

by casting me as Felicity.

I owe him everything,
Detective Tas... Tasci...

That's okay. Call me Elsbeth.

And I'm not a detective.

I'm more of an
overseer or consultant.

Kind of like Father
Garvey on your show.

That's a real thing?

Oh, I thought we
just made that up.

You mentioned you had
some fan mail set aside?

Can we see?

Oh, of course. Our fans
are very dedicated.

I don't know where they
came up with the crazy idea

that Watts and Garvey were
ever going to be lovers.

Is this you?

Yes. My drama school days.

Oh, my God. Is that
who I think it is?

Oh, I love her.

Ooh, and I love him, too.

And her!

What was in the
water at your school?

All
together, this group

has a P.E.G.O.T.K.C.H.

Peabody, Emmy, Grammy, Oscar,
Tony, Kennedy Center Honors.

Wow. Oh, and of course,
um, you have this show.

Yes. Yeah.

We're a very lucky class.

Regina, some of these
letters are very concerning.

And long.

And riddled with typos, but...

"Felicity, we know
how you really feel.

"Please convince
Mr. Reed to give us Wavey

or I don't know what I'll do."

Can we take these? Mm-hmm.

Is it hard playing the
same role for 20 years?

No, no, no. I'm so fortunate.

The job stability alone.

And besides, I was
recently asked to star

in a West End production

and Cal agreed to write
Felicity into a coma

to accommodate the schedule.

But the director is a
massive Father Crime fan

and he says

that I was born to play Lady M.

Lady M.

In The Scottish Play?

Shakespeare?

Mm. Oh, you mean Macbe...

No, no, we don't say that.

No, that's bad luck
in the theater.

And I suppose on
a TV set as well,

so I can't...

Can't take a chance on that.

So, I'm off to London in a week

to start rehearsals.

Whoa, that's
so soon.

How exciting. But, um...

why does poor Felicity
have to be in a coma?

Oh, our production
schedule is unrelenting.

We only get a few
weeks off a year.

But that's the price you pay

for doing 24
episodes in a season.

But if Felicity is in a
coma for four episodes,

then I can be in London.

24. Ooh, that's so many.

I'm surprised that the
writers haven't run out

of ways to kill people yet.

Well, our stories are
inspired by real crimes.

So, I guess as long as people
keeping getting murdered,

we'll keep working.

We know the feeling.

Mm-hmm.

Okay. Oh. Okay.

Uh, well, thank you so much
for your time, Felicity.

Oh, my gosh, I'm so sorry.

Of course.

I have the utmost respect
for law enforcement,

having had the honor of playing
a detective for two decades.

Well, thank you
for your service.

Bye.

Yeah, we were friends.

Used to be.

I always thought we'd have
time to patch things up, but...

God makes other plans.

We're gonna find the
monster that did this.

You hear me?

Oh, oh. He did
it. He's the killer.

What? He's been on screen
for, like, two seconds.

How could you
possibly know that?

He has three Tony awards.

Mm. It's not as fun when
you know who did it.

Oh, I don't know about that.

I feel like we haven't
gotten any friend time in a minute.

Aw. Between my classes,

and Teddy coming to town,
and jury duty, and...

It's just been...

Hey. Hmm?

Are you sure you're all right?

Yeah. Ever since jury duty,

you've just been...

Oh, no, I'm fine, you don't
have to worry about me.

What about you?

Have you given any
more thought to that ME

becoming your room-ie?

I don't know, he
seems normal enough,

for a guy who works
with dead bodies.

He has good credit.
He's a doctor.

But...

But... he's cute?

And bakes?

Ooh, would you look at the time?

Okay.

Fine, fine.

But if you want my advice...

the world is full of
enough dealbreakers.

Don't go looking for
ones that don't exist.

Okay. Can I help
you with all this?

Ooh, yes.

Hi, Delia, um...

I know this is my
fifth time calling,

and I'm sure you probably want
to put all this behind you,

but I can't stop thinking
about your trial.

And Andy, and how someone
got away with his murder,

and they're still out there,

and I want to find the
truth and get justice

because that's
what Andy deserves.

And I could use your help.

Oh, uh, this is
Elsbeth, by the way.

Uh, you have my number.

Tascioni. Oh. Captain. Hi.

Hello. Howdy.

Yeah, howdy, yourself.
Is everything alright?

Uh, yeah, A-OK.

Uh...

what can I do for you?

We heard from your new
celebrity friend, Regina Coburn.

This was delivered to
her doorman this morning.

If I was a betting
man, which I am,

I'd say that's Cal Reed's
blood on the envelope.

Ooh. What's inside?

It's a script.

According to Ms. Coburn, she
was halfway through reading

before she noticed the drops
of blood on the envelope.

"Deuteronomy 32:35"?

Is it a religious manifesto?

Every episode of Father Crime
is named after a Bible verse.

But according to
FatherCrimeWiki.com,

this episode doesn't exist.

"You are only hurting yourself.

"Give us Wavey if you
know what's good for you.

This doesn't have
to be painful."

This is almost a perfect match
for some of Regina's fan mail.

Same stationary, too.

What does it have to do
with Calvin Reed's murder?

Only one
way to find out.

Anybody feel like
reading a script?

Hmm?

"Exterior. Alley. Night.

"A figure watches
from behind a dumpster

"as Jason, 45, looks
over his shoulder.

Candy, 23,

"doesn't know how
beautiful she is.

'Hey, stud. Looking
for fun tonight?'

Ms. Tascioni, why are
you talking like Batman?

It's my serious cop show voice.

Let's just get to
the point, please.

Top line.

Fine.

The victim in this script
is murdered almost exactly

the same way Cal was.

Bound, gagged and
stabbed in the eye?

Just with a knife, not a shoe.

Not sure why the killer
changed that part.

So someone wanted to take
credit for the murder

by writing it into a script?

Well, that's what I thought,

except the cover page was dated

a week before the murder.

I think someone followed
this script to kill Cal.

Okay. Anything else
of note in there?

Oh, well, on page 12,

um, Father Garvey finally
confesses his love for Felicity,

leading to a passionate,
overdue kiss.

And then, for the next 20 pages,

Wavey consummates
their relationship.

In graphic detail.

In every room in the precinct.

Yeah. And there's, um,

one more thing.

Look.

An email address?

And you think we should
send an email and say,

"Hey, it's the police.
Did you kill Cal?"

No, but there must be
some way to get a writer

to take credit for their work.

Your 2:00 is here.

You have no clue
how excited I was

to get your email saying
you liked my script.

I have some brilliant
ideas for...

You're under arrest for
the murder of Calvin Reed.

We got you dead to rights, kid.

Your script contains the
method of Cal's murder,

the blood on the envelope
is a DNA match for Cal,

and we found this

in the trunk of your car.

A high-heeled shoe?

I have no idea how
that got in there.

I swear.

I'm being framed.

I told you, I was at

the ice cream truck
with everyone else.

Yeah, we asked around,

and no one has any memory
of seeing you there.

The curse of being
a background actor.

I get it.

You didn't want to
hurt him. You had to.

He was the only thing
preventing your precious Wavey.

What?

Why are you smiling at me?

You're doing the voice.

What voice?

The Father Crime voice.

I thought that was
just a thing on TV.

I am not, uh...

Oh. Damn it.

I would never hurt anyone.

But more importantly,

I would never do anything
to hurt Father Crime.

It's everything to me.

Father Garvey
taught me compassion

and kindness.

And when Felicity beat
cancer in season seven,

I knew I could overcome
my own struggles

with restless leg syndrome.

We know all about how
much you love the show.

You were kind enough to explain
in these terrifying letters.

And when Cal didn't give
you what you wanted,

you took matters

into your own hands. Huh.

That's not how I imagined it.

Like I said,

dead to rights, case closed.

I'm not
entirely convinced

this case is closed. Oh, geez.

I mean, Detective
Fleming is right.

All evidence points to Blake,
just maybe too much so.

Because why would
he just hand us

the blueprint for the murder,

a clear motive,
an email address,

and then walk right into a trap

only to deny
committing the murder?

The man is clearly a few
sandwiches short of a picnic.

You've read the letters.

Okay, well, look at the letters.

All of the words
slant to the left

because Blake is left-handed.

Oftentimes, people
who are left-handed

will turn whatever
they're writing on

to counter that.

But the whiteboard in Cal's
office is fixed in place.

And the message,
"Give us Wavey,"

is perfectly straight.

So Blake didn't write
that. He's being set up.

By who? Regina Coburn.

Now, hold on...

All right, all right. Listen.

Don't these cop shows operate

under the arbitrary
ticking clock?

Detective Fleming, we will
hold Mr. Balsam 48 hours.

Ms. Tascioni, you
and Officer Blanke

will have that time
to bring us proof

that Regina Coburn is guilty.

So, go.

Thank you, Captain Wagner.

We will get...

Oh. Um, I have to run
a quick errand first,

but I'm on it.

Bye.

48 hours,
Ms. Tascioni.

Okay.

So, don't be nervous.

Last time I was
here, I was tried

for a murder I didn't commit.

Yes, and I got you out of that,

and I'll help you
with this, too.

I even filled out
the form for you.

Oh. Okay?

Good morning. I'd
like to submit a...

Expedited...

an expedited request

for the transcripts
from my trial.

Please.

Who's that?

Just a friend.

Name of the presiding judge?

Uh, Crawford.

Will you be paying cash or card?

After a long, mindful
conversation with the network,

we have agreed to
honor Cal's memory

and our contractual obligations

by finishing production
of this season

with me at the helm.

Elsbeth. What? Oh. Oh, hi.

Hi. I thought I saw you.

And then I thought, "Well,
who else could it be

dressed as a member of
the Lollipop Guild?"

Why are you here? I thought
you'd made an arrest.

Oh, you know,

dotting our T's,
crossing our I's.

Finishing off all the other
letters while we're at it.

Mm. Well, now I'm confused.

Blake had motive,
means and opportunity.

He wrote threats to Cal.
Nobody could back up his alibi.

And don't even get me
started on his murder script.

What more do you need?

Whoa. For
a second there,

I forgot you aren't
a real detective.

That's so funny.

'Cause I was just thinking
the same thing about you.

It's true, Blake's script
pretty closely matches

the method of murder,
but it turns out

he sent it to a
whole list of people.

But you know what is

especially
interesting? Hmm-mm.

He says he never
sent you a copy.

Something about knowing

that you wouldn't
get the vision.

How you never believed in Wavey.

Well, he's a murderer,

so I suppose lying isn't
out of the question for him.

Maybe.

But I'm not easy to fool.

Well, good luck with
your I's and T's.

I'm off to meet with
my dialect coach

to prep for London. Ta.

Now, which one of these people

do you think Regina
stole the script from?

No, I most certainly did not
read that sad boy's script.

Barely enough time to
read the real scripts

with all the last-minute
changes around here.

It went promptly into the trash.

Turn.

Yeah, that's what the
hair and makeup team said, too.

And Props and Post and Crafty.

Jack, any recollection of
a script from Blake Balsam?

Very long and
vaguely pornographic?

I don't read
unsolicited manuscripts.

Like I told my doorman
and brother-in-law.

Melinda, I think
we need to try a holster.

So much to
keep track of.

Things ever go missing?

"Missing." Try stolen.

Like I wouldn't notice
an $800 pair of heels

vanishing into thin air.

So, Jack,

is Bear Man a man

who is part bear or a
bear who's part man?

I never asked.

I just put on the suit

and bring my
Jackness to it. Oh.

I heard that the Father
Crime filming schedule

prevents you and Regina
from doing outside projects,

but it seems like you do
a lot of outside projects.

Just not Regina.

That's because
Regina wants to do

boring period pieces
that nobody wants.

They want to see me save
the world from aliens

or robots or-or Russians

or a combo of those things.

If you ask me, Cal was doing
her a favor by saying no.

So no love lost
between the two of you.

She thinks she deserves
everything I get and more.

I mean, look at
our dressing rooms.

She had it written into her
contract after season four

that they had to be identical.

Oh, I noticed that.

You have the same,
um, stereo system.

Yeah, well, the joke's on her.

She bought one for
herself a while back,

so Cal had to buy me
one on the show's dime.

It's like Howard Stern
is in the room with you.

You recognize this script?

Yeah. That showed up on my desk

the morning before...

uh, you know.

Cal liked to flip through
unsolicited materials

just in case there was
anything worth repurposing.

But he never read that.

He was busy managing
Regina's freak-out

over the new ending
he was working on.

So Regina was with Cal
when he received his copy.

Do you know where
it is? I don't.

So Regina could've taken

Cal's copy.

Gia, how certain are you

that Regina was in
her dressing room

during lunch on the
day that Cal died?

Positive. I
heard her in there

running lines when I
was walking over to

the art department to print out
a sign for the ice cream truck.

Did you notice anything unusual?

No, not really.

I...

I heard her say "corpse"

even though Cal had just changed
the line to say "cadaver."

That's not like her at all.

Maybe because it wasn't her.

This new ending

that Regina was so upset about,

is it on Cal's computer?

No, Cal never wrote
anything on his computer.

I transcribed
everything for him.

Oh, so it's in a notebook?

Cal wrote on just
about everything.

Grocery bags,
napkins, Bible pages.

If it's in there, it's
probably lost forever.

I hate to give you
more work to do,

but we're gonna need
to find that ending.

So, not
only did Regina

have access to Blake's script,

she also could
have easily stolen

the murder weapon from Wardrobe.

Her alibi could've
easily been faked

with a recording of
her running lines.

That would also explain

why the lines she was
saying were wrong.

Mm-hmm.

Oh, the FanFave Audience
Awards were right.

This theme song is very catchy.

Ah. Okay, so according to Gia,

Regina was mad at Cal
over the new ending.

And then there's the phone
call to the masseuse.

Regina was the only
person close enough to Cal

to know his real
calendar. Mm-hmm.

But even if she used some
fake accent, how do you...

So,
Callum, Professor Baird and I

were just discussing
your final marks.

He seems to believe
we have a case...

Did Regina do a lot of
accents on the show?

I don't know.

But I know who would.

Felicity is a
master of dialects.

It's one of her greatest
strengths as a detective.

Uh, there's episode 208
where she goes undercover

as a waitress in Jersey
to bust a drug ring.

Uh, episode 319, she
infiltrates a Swiss bank.

In season four, she
does a bit of Aussie.

Who could forget the episode
in the German consulate?

I could go on.

Do any of these
sound like the person

who canceled the massage?

What can I get ya, sweetheart?

No.

Ah.
Guten Tag, Mr. Chancellor.

Oh, bless your heart.

You're madder than
a wet hen. No.

None of these.

Whoever called me that
day had a weird accent.

Yes, that's the
word you keep using.

Uh, can you think of

any other descriptor
for the voice you heard?

Any at all?

Just, like, weird.

Okay. Uh, thank you
again for all of your...

help.

Yes. Thank you, Heidi.

Who do you think you are, you
brainless, action movie moron?

Oh, you want to compare films?

Oh, right, you don't make any!

You're
an embarrassment!

You're 20 years

too old for your part!
You're 20 years too old

for your girlfriend!

Are those cameras still rolling?

When's the last time
you had a date, Regina?

When's the last time you
called your kids, Jack?

Have you seen this
kind of thing before?

Maybe between Regina and Cal?

Call me
when you're done.

Get my
agent on the phone.

Sorry.

And this is unedited
footage from season 13.

I held onto it in
case of a lawsuit.

What are you
screaming about now?

What do you want from me?

You're supposed to
kick the chair in fury.

Oh, my God. Do you see that?

It says "in fury."

I don't know how many
times I got to tell you,

you read the whole script.

You read it including
stage directions.

It's not just your dialogue,
it's not just about you!

Okay!

They fight like an
old married couple.

Back to
one, heinous beast.

Screw yourself, you ghoul!

What married
couples do you know?

And... action.

So,
Callum, Professor Baird and I

was just discussing
your final marks.

That's definitely not
what she sounded like

when we watched
the episode on TV.

She sounds...

Weird. Weird.

What do you know about
Regina's accent work?

The trick at
these kinds of things

is to slip them a 50 at
the top of the night.

Monsieur.

Milton. Always a pleasure.

Well, you had the right
idea, hiding over here.

All this schmoozing
and glad-handing,

it's all so undignified.

Leave the pleasantries
to the wives, I say.

Well,

Claudia is much more adept
at all of this than I am.

Yes.

Well, some of us
are born for it.

Others are invited in,
for whatever reason.

Hmm.

Bunny.

So good to see you.

Well. Captain.

Oh, please send your friend
Ms. Tascioni my regards.

I heard she came to the
courthouse yesterday.

I was sorry to have missed her,

but she'll be seeing
me again very soon.

Do make sure she
gets the message.

Hey, God.

Cut.

Jack, the line is, "Oh, merciful
Father, I beseech thee."

Yeah, see, that
doesn't feel right.

What?

What?

Just... Come on.

Elsbeth, I really must insist

that you quit these
unannounced visits.

You're in my eyeline.

But your eyes were closed.

I'm sorry. Respect the process.

Um, actually, I'm
here on official

Father Crime business.

See, Gia found Cal's new ending.

It was written on the back
of a drugstore receipt

dated the morning he died.

You don't say.

Yeah.

All this for a pack of gum.

"Interior. Hospital. Night.

"Felicity clings to life

"as Father Garvey enters.

"He kneels by her bedside.

'Oh, merciful Father,
I beseech thee.'"

Uh, prayer, prayer, prayer.

Oh, and then,

"Through the power of
Father Garvey's love,

Felicity stirs awake."

She says, "'Oh, Rick.

"'Rick, I saw a bright
light, but I heard your voice

calling me back.'"

And he says, "'Oh, Felicity.

"'I thought I lost you.

"'And I knew

that I could never be
without you again.'"

We push in.

"Garvey and Watts
share an overdue,

"passionate, wet kiss.

His hands slide under her h..."

All right, we-we get it.

It's very touching,
but it's too late.

There's no time to make any
more changes to the script.

I'm off to the airport tonight.

Oh, shoot. Oh, right.

London calling.

Oh, but I suppose

if Cal got the ending he wanted,

you wouldn't be able
to do Mac...

The Scottish Play.

Yes, it's a small silver lining
to this terrible tragedy,

I guess.

I don't think I'm gonna be able
to make it across the pond,

but... Aww.

I mean, would you, if it's not

too much to ask, just
do a little taste

of your Lady M for me,
please? Oh, I...

Oh, please? Do it and I'll go.
Well... fine, fine, fine.

A little "out, damned
spot" just for you.

Out, damned spot!

Out, I s...
That's-that's-that's it.

That's the accent that I heard.

This is a
closed set. Who's this person?

Oh, you know Heidi.

I mean, maybe not
by face or name,

but you spoke on the phone with
her the day you killed Cal.

I did no such thing.

This woman is clearly unhinged.

I mean, look at,
uh, how she dresses.

We were wondering why
Heidi couldn't recognize

any of your accent
work from Father Crime.

Turns out, it wasn't
your work at all.

It's the work of Hannah
Basich, your dialect coach.

Okay,
well, this is rich.

I'm great at dialects.
Ask the fans.

It's the reason I
was cast as Lady M.

No, you're not.

Cal and Hannah have
been secretly dubbing

your accents for 20 seasons now.

That's why Cal

never let you do
those period pieces.

He was protecting you.

But you couldn't see it.

Or hear it.

Your ego made that impossible.

You didn't want to
kill Cal, you had to.

The new ending would upend
your plans for the West End.

Without Felicity in a coma,

you would have to be
right back on this set

in a matter of weeks.

And after 20 long years,

you weren't gonna let Cal
push you around any longer.

Using your crime show expertise,

you knew exactly how to
craft an alibi, plant clues,

tee up a suspect and
provide a distraction.

Planning the murder
was the easy part.

All you had to do
was read the script.

Or scripts, I should say.

Equal parts Blake's
and The Scottish Play.

Kill the king and
frame the guard.

Or in this case,
a background cop.

Well, you can't
prove any of this.

Any idiot here

could get their
hands on the script,

sneak into Cal's office,
and kill him with a shoe.

And I've done this
long enough to know

that that evidence would
never hold up in court.

Ooh, you see,

the script didn't
mention a shoe.

The script mentioned a stiletto,

as in, a stiletto knife.

It's where
the name comes from.

More commonly used for
killing than a shoe.

We couldn't figure out
why the murder weapon changed.

Anyone who read the script
could have killed Cal.

Except anyone...

would've noticed
the word "knife"

written on pages three, 12, 20

and 34, unless, of course,

that person was in the habit of
only reading Felicity's lines.

Regina Coburn,
you're under arrest

for the murder of Cal Reed.

You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will
be used against you in...

Oh, shut up. I know
the rest of it.

I guess you won't be
doing Macbeth after all.

Oh, gosh.

I guess it is a curse.

Oh. Captain Wagner.

What are you doing still here?

Sit down, Ms. Tascioni.

Despite our rocky start,

I think, over the past
year, I've more than proven

that I respect you both as
a colleague and as friend.

And I assumed that the
feeling was mutual.

It is. Of course it is.

So I'm gonna ask this once.

What the hell is going on?

Why are you sneaking
off to the courthouse

in the middle of the day?

And why is Judge
Milton Crawford,

of all people, asking after you?

Because the last time
you acted this cagey,

you were investigating
me for the DOJ.

This is gonna sound crazy.

Uh, Cameron?

Hey.

This... uh, this
is Officer Blanke.

No, sorry, just...

it's Kaya.

Yeah.

Uh, I know it's late, I just...
the day got away from me.

So, I had a chance to
look over your documents,

and I think you'd
be a perfect fit.

For the room.

For the room, if you're
still interest...

You are?

Great.

That's great. Uh,
how's next week?

Made by pop star
TruRose that Van Ness's lawyers

withheld crucial information

brought to light in his
first divorce proceedings,

drawing into question

the validity of their
prenuptial agreement.

This is a late-breaking...

Uh, Cameron?

I got to go.

This is not one of
our usual suspects.

You're accusing a
sitting judge of murder.

Crawford is a powerful
man with powerful friends.

If what you suspect is true...

and granted, it usually is...

he's also a dangerous man.

Are you sure you want
to go down this road?

I am.

Someone has to uphold justice.

Then you better tread lightly.

Because if he learns
you're coming after him,

he's gonna come after
you even harder.

And he won't miss.

Now...

what do we have to do

to take this son
of a bitch down?

A Chicago judge has
unsealed court documents

that reveal accusations
made by Amber Van Ness

that a 2016 police report
filed against her husband

was illegally suppressed.

The lawyers named in the
newly acquired court records

have yet to be
reached for comment.

Your move, Ms. Tascioni.

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