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[woman giggles]
[man shushes] Watch it.

So, do we think we'll get
jail time when we're caught

or are they just
going to demote you

from snack shack to urinal duty?

We're fine.

One of the gas dock guys said
employees do this all the time.

Plus, my father's
an equity member.

You can do whatever you want
as long as you're with me.
See?

I'm just a good employee
just making sure

that the VIP members are happy.

Smart boy. That's how

you move up in the world.
Exactly.

Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.
Oh, yeah.

[chortles] Boom!
[both laugh]

Oh, yeah. How's this
for an after-party?

[whoops]
Let's go.

Hmm?
I'm good.

You sure? It's expensive.

It's from my father's supply.

What's the matter?

You forgot how to smile?

[chuckles]
[weak chuckle]

[whoops]

Last one in sucks eggs.
[exclaims]

[laughs]

Hey.
What's up?

Listen, man, Sherry and I
were talking out in the hall

and, well...

she thinks you should
clear out for a bit.

No one likes a third wheel.

Come on in.

Third wheel?

Oh. Oh.

[chuckles]

I didn't realize that
Sherry liked you like that.

[scoffs]
Yeah, no. Sorry, man.

It's my bad.

Why don't you take a drive?

I thought you wanted
to move up in the world.

[chuckles softly]

Oh.

Hi. Where's...

Oh. Uh, he left.

Left?

Left for where? Why?

Not sure.
Uh, he said something

about feeling like
a third wheel.

Can't say I blame him.
Oh.

Uh... [short chuckle]
Sorry, no.

No, I think you misread.

Come on. Relax.

Hey. Back off.

[gasps]
Like I'd ever want you anyway.

Townie trash.

[groans]

Oh, my God.

My nose.

You bitch!

[grunts]
I knew you were a creep.

Following around a bunch
of teenagers all summer.

You know what we call you?
The lurker.

[shouts]

[grunting]

Hey, guys, I'm back.
I'm sorry. [laughs]

I, uh, hope everyone's got...

Hey, hey...
[exhales]

Whoa. Whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, hey, hey.

Hey!

What did you do?!

I think you mean...

...what did we do, Andy.

Thank you again
for taking the time

to meet in person, Milton.

I understand that
this vetting process can feel

a bit like a colonoscopy.
[short chuckle]

But the more
thorough we are, the better.

Well, I would expect
nothing less, Victor.

Oh. Or should I say

Mr. Landis?

[chuckles]

Before I start my process,

I always like to ask.

Is there anything that

I need to know?

I assure you,
I'm really very boring.

You need to be bulletproof.

People will
come out of the woodwork

with nasty rumors,

petty grudges, hearsay.

It's all fair game now.

The process has gotten
to be so unseemly.

Once the White House officially
nominates you, we go to war.

And I don't like going to war
without all the information.

So if there's anyone
from your past

that you think
we might be hearing from,

I need you to tell me now.

Hello, Andy.
It's been a long time.
[grunting]

[thump]

No.

You're not going
to hear from anyone.

I'm quite sure of it.

KERSHAW:
You better be damn sure
about this. Because if

I'm gonna help you accuse
a sitting judge of murder--

which is basically
career suicide--

I'm gonna need
a damn good reason

you think he did it.

With all due respect, Captain,

we do have a damn good reason
we think he did it.

Elsbeth. Give the woman
the damn good reason.

Donna Summer.
Oh, my God.

Detective Rivers,

when you examined
the crime scene,

did you happen to notice

what record
was on the turntable?

Do I look like a DJ?

Well, it was Donna Summer.

This is the transcript
for Delia Kirby's trial.

Delia's defense was that
she didn't hear Andy's attacker

because someone turned
the stereo up too loud.

But nobody--
not Detective Rivers,

not the prosecution,
not the defense--

ever mentioned
what that music was.

And this matters because...

Because Crawford slipped.

After the verdict, he taunted me

by calling Andy
a "disco-loving pervert."

But it would be
impossible for him

to know that Andy
liked disco unless...

Unless he was there
for the murder.

And Bingo was his name-o.

Mm-hmm.
Tascioni,

this is a reach, okay?
Even for you.

Crawford railroaded Delia

at every turn of that trial.

He was desperate to put her
away for Andy's murder.

And the second that Elsbeth
started asking questions,

Crawford was
a thorn in our side,

making threats, interfering
in our investigations.

He's scared.
Detective Blanke,
I want you to

personally reexamine
the Mertens case.

This time, with Crawford in mind
as a person of interest.

No, no. But that
was my case.

Sir.
Good point.

Well, you can
assist Detective Blanke.

Oh, no, I think that's a...
Oh. No, I don't really like...

You are lucky you're getting
a second chance at all,

let alone a chance
to work with a detective

that you could actually
learn something from.

If I were you, I'd shut up.

Just make sure we get this guy.

Otherwise, it's all our asses.

I just think our first
question has to be motive.

Why would a judge murder
a financial analyst

and frame his girlfriend?

Yeah. Explain that.

I don't know. Yet.

But...

we might have a lead.

Excellent. Who's we?

Hello.

Elsbeth!
ELSBETH: Delia and I

have been doing a little
digging of our own.

DELIA:Andy didn't really like
to talk about his life

before he moved
to New York.

And he gave you all of this?
DELIA: Well,

sometimes Andy and I would do
a sexy burglar role play.

I'd sneak in and
he'd catch me.

I think I was a little
too good at it. [chuckles]

I stole a lot of his stuff.
And actuall...

Okay.
You see this, um, logo?

This is from
the Stockport Yacht Club.
RIVERS: Okay.

So?
DELIA: Andy lived

a town over and only
worked there one summer.
ELSBETH: And I'll give you

one guess whose family
has a summer home

in the same town as the club.

Who?

Oh. Crawford.

Uh, wait, he does?

Could be a coincidence, no?
I don't think so.

I think something happened
at that yacht club

that cost Andy Mertens his life.

Well... sounds like

a little road trip is in order.

Aye aye, Captain.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Can you not stand
right behind me?

It's like we're in
one of those videos

where people pretend
they got into Harvard

because they're bored.

Well, maybe if your
LSAT score is high enough,

you won't have to pretend.
Mom.

Sorry, sorry. I am cool.

I'm cool.

Come here. Gonzo.

Good girl.
Oh. Okay, they posted it.

Oh. Wow.

Let me see.

Oh. Wow.

That is

much higher than
I was expecting. [chuckles]

Seriously.

Your LSAT score
is higher than Elle Woods'.

Wait. No, it isn't.

In the musical, not the movie.

I guess "five" was
easier to rhyme than "nine."

What it must be like
in your brain.

Teddy, this is so amazing.
How do you feel?

Well, to be honest, I was still

sort of on the fence
about applying,

but after these scores, I...

I guess I'm going to law school.

[squeals, laughs]

[sighs] But now I feel bad
that you have to stay here

this weekend with Gonzo.

You probably want to go out
with Roy and celebrate.

Oh, that's okay.

Gonzo and I will take the time
to research schools.

Besides, you have more
serious matters to attend to.

Oh, yeah.

You know we're not

moving to Cape Cod, right?
[imitates JKF]: "Ask not

"what your captain
can do for you,

ask what you can do
for your captain."

Was that supposed to be
John F. Kennedy?
[regular accent]: Yes!

[giggles]
I usually get Little Edie.

We're going there to
discreetly ask around

to see if we can connect

Judge Crawford
with Andy Mertens.

What could you possibly
need with this much stuff?

Well, it's a long drive.

Two of these are just snacks.

Yeah.
Oh, and also...

...I downloaded this podcast

to pass the time.

Nutjob Sluts Who Kill.

I know. But the new season
on Joan of Arc

is actually really informative.

Just a few more of these.
Your housekeeper

at your co-op-- she gets a W-2?

Of course.
Excellent.

Next item.

You received a speaking fee
from a "TTR Worldwide."

I looked them up,
but they don't have a website.

It's a private
defense contractor.

I gave a talk
at their annual meeting

about the Fifth Amendment.

Got it. Next.

You make a recurring
annual payment

to a nonprofit
in Stockport, Massachusetts?

Oh.

That's a yacht club

to which Winnie and I belong.

My family has had
a cottage on the Cape

for generations.

I see.

You don't list a second
residence on your forms.

An oversight. We're barely
up there these days,

and I just... [scoffs]
But all the taxes are paid?

No neighborly disputes
over property lines

or ideological flags?

No, nothing like that.

All we do there
is loaf around the club.

Look, if this
is the level

of minutiae that
you're gonna quiz me on,

I think we might
be here for a while.

Why don't I see if my clerk
can order us some food?

Sure you don't want any taffy?

Remember, we're blending in.
Oh.

If Crawford hears that a
couple of New Yorkers are

asking questions about him,

things could get
really tricky for us.

Okay, but don't worry.
I'm a chameleon.

Can I help you?
[Boston accent]:
The name's McCarthy.

My friend here
got us wicked lost

back at the rotary,

so we parked the car
and came in here.

C.W. Wagner.
We spoke on the phone?

Ah, Captain.
Good to meet you.

Yeah. Thanks
for seeing us.

And excuse Elsbeth.

Uh, she had about 30 Munchkins
in the car.

Ah. [laughs]

Andy only worked here

that one summer.

Snack shack.
[short chuckle]

I was still
a deckhand back then.

I'm surprised you remember him.
Mm. Not that many people

live here year round.

Everyone kind of
knows each other.

Did you know Andy well?

Nah.

He was a year
below me in school.

Last we spoke, he was planning
on sticking around here,

going to the local
community college.

But last minute, he got
some big scholarship,

went to private school
in New York.

Guess he got all fancy,

'cause we never
saw him back here again.

Captain Wagner.

JORDY:
Oh, you know the Crawfords?

They're longtime members.

Uh, Milton is a
judge in the city.

Uh, yeah, you know,
New York justice system.

Everyone kind of
knows each other.

[chuckling]
Um,

would Andy have known
Judge Crawford?

Doubt it.

Staff isn't encouraged to
socialize with the members.

Ooh, a pool.

JORDY: Uh,
they filled it in in the '90s.

Too big a liability.

Huh. That's... odd.

It's a club
dedicated

to sailing giant lightning rods

into the open ocean
during thunderstorm season,

and indoor pool was
your biggest liability?

Fair point, I guess.

So why close it?

Did somethinghappen?

Sherry was, like, insane,
if I'm being honest.

I mean, who knows how
she got it in her head

to break into that country
club pool by herself

with a bottle of booze?

I loved her, she
was my big sister,

but she was always
doing crap like that.

Oh, sorry in advance
if you step on a Cheerio.

My terrorist kids are,
like, disgusting.

Mm. They seem pretty quiet.

Oh. Taffy?

Oh, no.

For the kids.
Uh, they're at the movies.

I told my husband,

"If you don't get out
of this house for, like,

at least two hours today,
I'm gonna lose it."

Gah! Cheerio.

I swear to God.
[whirring]

WAGNER:So, Andy

was friends with your sister?

[toy squeaks]
Friends?

More like she was
in love with him.

She followed him around that
whole summer hoping he'd notice.

How did he take her death?

Who knows?

Really pissed me off,
to be quite honest.

I mean, she liked
him so much,

he didn't even show
up to the funeral?

Hmm.

Uh, did Sherry know someone

named Milton Crawford?

No idea.
Oh, but you know what?

Let me go get something for you.

God, is that another Cheerio?

[groans] Got to look
at boarding schools.

Elsbeth.
Hmm?

What are we doing here?

We're supposed to be
connecting Crawford with Andy,

not investigating
some sad girl's drowning.

Yeah, but Sherry and Andy--
they hung out all the time.

Sherry dies,
Andy skips her funeral,

changes his college plans
and never comes home again?

This is everything my
mother kept of Sherry's.

Uh, maybe there's
a yearbook in there

or something that could help.
Great.

Oh, no, we, uh,
can't take this from you.

Oh, please, I've literally
never looked at it.

My mother would be thrilled
anyone still cared.

Sherry's death
broke her heart.

I never forgave
my sister for that.

These kids--

they don't realize
the power they have over us.

And there's a Cheerio
on your elbow.

I'm so sorry.

What's this?
Uh, everything of hers

left at the scene.

Cops gave it to my mom,

but she couldn't
bring herself to open it.
ELSBETH: Wow.

Ooh.

A fanny pack?

Sherry had style.

[chuckles softly]
Detective Hanes.

You think he's still
kicking around?

You never forget a
dead teenager, Captain.

We don't get a lot of
them in a town like this.

Okay, so she
stripped down

to her
bathing suit...

here.

No, no, she was found
in an indoor pool.

Well, you're standing in it.

Uh, the club tore it town.

Ah, that's right.
It's been a while.

Okay. Andthen she

drank her scotch--

glug, glug, glug--

as she walked
toward the pool edge.

And then, whoop,

she slipped, and fell...

[grunting]

here.

I'm sorry about this.
Not at all.

I'm 20 years retired

and I hate pickleball.

This is exciting.

I mean, did you really think
that she came here alone?

It was a little weird

that the bottle of scotch
they found was nearly empty,

but her blood alcohol level
was pretty low.

Ooh, good point. Plus,

look at what she was drinking.

Uh, Bannerdale 18.

That's a $700 bottle of scotch.

How did an underage girl
get her hands on that?

ELSBETH:Exactly. It's not
the kind of thing

that a high schooler would drink
during an illicit night swim.

Unless...

she knew someone
whose dad has money.

We just figured she stole it.
ELSBETH: Okay.

So, the fanny pack.

I know. It's so
chic, right?

Are you sure that's
what that word means?

But this one has

a teeny spot of blood on it.

Did your guys notice
that, Detective?

There was a lot of her
blood at the scene.

But if she had her clothes...

way over here

and she fell and hit her head

and drowned here,

how did the blood get
on the fanny pack?

You don't think it's hers?

Well, did they ever test it?

W-We were a rural
police department in 1992.

If you showed us
an episode of CSI,

we would have thought
it was Star Trek.
ELSBETH: Right.

Not a lot of DNA
testing back then.

Interesting.

There's no way the blood on
that fanny pack was Sherry's.

She wasn't alone.

So, what if Crawford
was with her that night

and what if Andy knew?

Look, we need a motive
for Andy's murder,

and covering up a different
murder is a good one.

But you're gonna need
something concrete

to connect Crawford
to all of this.

Thank you, kind sir.

VICTOR:
Why are a man and woman
with New York plates here

asking questions about you?

CRAWFORD:
The woman.

How is she dressed?

All right, we scrubbed
Andy's emails, his calls,

his search history, there's just

nothing linking him to Crawford.

But traffic cams
picked up Crawford's plates

three blocks
from Andy's apartment

just two hours
before Delia's 911 call.
Yeah.

But we have nothing
placing Crawford

inside Andy's apartment.

You know, where
the murder happened?

Maybe if you had done your job
right the first time...

I heard that.[sighs]

Find anything interesting
in Sherry's diary?

Huh? Oh!
Yes, tons.

Heather H. cut Becky C.
out of the friend group

because Becky
invited Molly P.--

of all people--
to her beach bonfire.

And then Heather G...

Okay, how about
anything relevant?

I was getting to that.

There are pages and pages

mentioning Andy.

Sherry was head over heels.
He was oblivious.

Ugh. Men.
Men.

But then...

the last few entries
of the summer

mention someone else.
Get this.

"You'll never guess who
showed up to Heather's bonfire,

"dot, dot, dot, Andy,
exclamation point.

"We talked alone
for a while, finally,

"but we got interrupted

"by his new friend
from the club,

"dot, dot, dot, again,
exclamation point.

"It's like wherever Andy goes,

this rich creep follows.

"I get why Becky
calls him the lurker.

She is so funny,
even if she did tell Molly..."

Okay, you get the idea.
You're thinking

Crawford is "the lurker"?

[sighs] What kind
of a nickname is that?

An apt one. Teen
girls-- very literal

about their mean nicknames.

I wore driving gloves one time

and then I was "glove girl"

for the rest of sophomore year.

The lurker...

...is Crawford.
I can feel it in my gut.

RIVERS:
Well, unless something

in this diary proves that,

your gut feeling's not
gonna hold up in court.

Ugh, I hate that
you're right.

Okay.

I'm gonna call it.
It's late.

And this...

this, uh, dead end

will still be here
in the morning.

Hey, why do you look like
the Morton's Salt girl?

Ugh.

Something tells me
we wouldn't have gotten along

in high school.

Captain Wagner. To what
do I owe the pleasure?

WAGNER: I'm afraid this isn't
a particularly pleasurable call.

Oh, no. Is this about
the saltwater taffy

I left in your glove box?

Because I didn't think
it would melt so fast.

What? No.

I just got off the phone
with the commissioner.

And he's pissed.

Someone brought our little
road trip to his attention

and he's coming at me hard.

Internal Affairs.

Punishment pending.

Oh, no, Captain, I'm so sorry.

Well, tell them it was all me.

Tell them, um, I boss-napped
you to Cape Cod.

Just let me take the blame.

Ah, I don't care about that.

I've handled much worse
from the brass.

I'm more concerned with

how the commissioner found out.
Do you think

someone at the precinct
let it slip?

Worse. Crawford.

I think he knows
we're looking into him.

We need to watch our backs.

We'll talk in the morning.
But, Elsbeth,

be careful.

Same to you.

Have a good night, Captain.

Oh.

Shoot.

[gasps]
CRAWFORD: Well, good evening,
Ms. Tascioni.

Peter, Paul and Mary.
You scared me.

Are you following me?

Tell me, did you have

a relaxing trip to the Cape?

[weak chuckle]
It was lovely.

And very informative.

For example, did you know
that Andy Mertens worked

at the yacht club
your family belongs to?

You don't say.

What a small world.

Feeling smaller and smaller
with every passing second.

And yet you didn't

recuse yourself
from Andy's case.

Well, I can't be expected

to remember every waiter,

caddie and bathroom attendant,
can I?

What about Sherry Mitchell?
Remember her?

Thought so.

Well, who could forget

that tragic accident?

The club
had to shut down the pool.

Right.
A tragic accident.

I guess you never know

when danger is lurking.

It's a shame, really.

So much life snuffed out.

One clumsy slip was all it took.

I guess that's the risk you take

when you trespass
where you don't belong.

You don't intimidate me.

Who said anything
about intimidation?

The time for threats is over.

[phone vibrates]

You'll want to take that.

I imagine it's bad news.

It's my boss from the DOJ.

Ah. Agent Celetano.

He's probably calling
to let you know

that he's been fired.

Or so I've heard.

I assume that means

that your little
consent decree job

is soon to follow.

Do get home safe, Ms. Tascioni.

TEDDY:
Mom? That you?

Yes.
[exhales]

Hi. Aw.

I hope you guys haven't been
having too much fun without me.

Gonzo was a very
good girl, as always.

Hi, sweetie. [chuckles]

Wow, is that the time?
Um, I should get going.

Roy's probably
waiting for me, so...

What's wrong?

Wow. Okay, Miss Marple.

Do you ever turn off
the high-powered perception?

This is just mother's instinct.
What's going on?

Um... I got

kind of a weird call earlier,
from Dad.

He-he told me not to say
anything to you just yet, but...
Teddy.

What is it?

He's being investigated
by the Illinois state bar.

What? Why?

He said some sort
of ethics violation.

He said it came completely
out of the blue.

He's still a little fuzzy
on the details.

But, uh, he's...

he's facing disbarment.

All right, now it's my turn.
What's wrong?

[elevator bell dings]

[indistinct chatter]

Why does it feel like the
deck of the Titanic in here?

Oh, you haven't heard?
No.

Wagner got a mandate
from the commissioner's office.

They are cutting
25% of our personnel,

effective immediately.
What? For what reason?

I don't know.

Captain Wagner's been in
the conference room with Connor

all morning.

Browner has already been
relocated to the 27th.

It's a bloodbath.

Okay, well, I am sure
that Captain Wagner

and Lt. Connor will
sort this out.
Elsbeth. Elsbeth.

Don't worry.

I was the last detective hired.

I'm sure that means
I'm one of the first out.

Well, we're not
gonna let that happen.

Do you hear me?

Ms. Tascioni.

Chin up.

WAGNER:
I'm guessing this is the work

of our friend Judge Crawford.

He followed me into the subway
last night, after our call.

He told me the time
for threats was over.

He did what?

Celetano is out
at the DOJ.

My ex-husband
is facing disbarment.

You're being investigated
by Internal Affairs.

And now this.
Well, this is a good sign.

The noose is tightening and he's

running scared.
Yeah, he wouldn't

be making these moves
if he wasn't.
They're not moves.

They're a message.

As long as I keep
going after him,

he'll keep going after
everyone I love.

This is just the start.

Well, whatever
he comes at us with,

we're gonna be ready.
You'll be okay.

I'm not worried about myself.

But I can't watch my friends
become collateral damage

because of me.

What are you saying?

I roped you and Kaya into this.

Oh...

I begged Delia for her help,
I pushed and I meddled

like I always do,
and now this time...

this time people
are getting hurt.

No, Elsbeth,
you didn't force anybody

to do anything
they didn't want to do.

I know this may look scary,

but we always get our man.

I think we need to ask
ourselves if maybe,

just this once,

we need to let this one go.

Byron, good to see you.

Ah, Congressman.
How are you?

Thank you for coming.

Winthrop, old friend.

You're looking trim.

Well, if it isn't
the Wagners. Welcome.

The Historical Law Society

is honored to have you.

Are they?

It really is a
beautiful party, Milton.

And hopefully it's not too late
to start building goodwill

between our foundations.

Is that true, Charles?

Is this a goodwill visit?

I'm going to
get a drink.

Oh, Milton, can I
fetch you a refill?

You're a peach, Claudia.

It's Bannerdale 18.
Neat.

Mm.

Behave.

That's quite a woman
you have there.

We need to talk.
Man-to-man.

I'm listening, but I'm
a very busy man, Captain,

so cut to the chase.

After careful consideration...

...we've decided
to close our investigation

into the death

of Andrew Mertens.

Have you, now?

We're waving the white flag.

Call off your dogs.

No one else has to get hurt.

I'm impressed, Captain.

This is the most intelligent
decision I've seen

come out of your precinct
in a long time.

We have an understanding?

I think we do.

Ah.

Perfect timing, my dear.

[sniffs]

Well, to... justice.

Well?
Oh.[gasps]

[chuckles]
I told you.

A man like that

never suspects the doting wife.

Ah... Th-This
is totally unorthodox.

I wouldn't usually allow you

within a thousand miles
of this work.

Nothing about this case
is orthodox, Charles,

and Crawford needs
to face consequences.

Yeah. Well, he was
right about one thing.

You are quite the woman.

I hate to interrupt--
this is adorable--

but we need to get this
to the lab, stat.

Yeah. Didn't I tell you?

We always get our man.
Yeah.

God, when you first
told me that you thought

that Crawford killed Andy,
I thought...

"Oh, no, this woman's
more of a loon than I am."

Aw.
But now it's really sinking in.

God. He was so smug.

The whole trial.
So morally superior.

You have to nail this creep.

If Crawford's DNA matches
the blood on that fanny pack,

it puts him at the scene
of the crime

and it confirms his motive
for Andy's murder.

No wonder Andy
was always so paranoid

that he was being watched.

I don't blame him.

Exactly.

Delia. Crawford knows
what we're doing here.

You got to be careful, too.

[laughs]
Elsbeth,

the whole world thinks
that I'm a murderer.

I can't get a job.
An apartment.

I-I'm sharing a room
with my brother's cat.

So, Judge Crawford
can do his worst,

because you're
looking at a woman

with nothing left to lose.

Ah.
Victor, Victor,

fresh from the beach.

But you don't look
tan or rested.

I'll rest when
you're on the bench.

Can I take that as good news?

Well, as far as I can tell,
you're clean as a whistle.

But my only concern
is those folks from the city.

Surely you can't
be so naive as to think

that you're the only person
digging into my background?

Of course not.

As long as you're certain

that there's nothing there
for them to find.

Oh. They're not going to be
any more trouble.

In that case,
I'll let the committee know

that they can schedule
the announcement.

No, thank you.
That was so helpful.

Well, that sounds promising.

Finally found an admin

from Andy's alma mater
willing to talk.

Turns out that scholarship
Andy got was funded

by the Historical Law Society.

No kidding.
Mm-hmm.

RIVERS:
So, Crawford was

in law school
when he killed Sherry.

Now, his father and uncle were
members of the Boston chapter.

So, we're thinking that
they funded the scholarship

to buy Andy's silence.

That is fantastic
detective work, both of you.

But it still doesn't prove
that Andy had dirt on Crawford.

It's a 30-year-old case.
I'm just...

not sure how we
do much better...

[panting]: I do.

Sorry. I was running.
[chuckles]

Elsbeth, what is it?
Ooh, gosh, I'm winded.

Okay, so,

Detective Rivers
couldn't find any evidence

linking Andy to Crawford
on Andy's computer or his phone.

But Delia

always described Andy
as paranoid.

So that got me
thinking WWAPPD?

Wow, I wanted that
abbreviation to save time,

but I think it actually
took longer to say.

What would a paranoid person do?

Uh, slowly

go insane?
ELSBETH: Sure.

Or he might use his secret
girlfriend's devices

instead of his own.
RIVERS: Wait. So, so,

he used Delia's phone

to surveil Crawford.
No, better.

He was using it to research

members of the Senate
judiciary committee.

We found their contact pages
in Delia's search history.

You think he was trying to blow
the whistle on Crawford?
ELSBETH: Exactly.

And luckily, the Senate's
offices keep records

of their voicemails. So...

ANDY:
Hi, Senator.

I have important information

about Judge Milton Crawford.

I'd like to remain anonymous,
so if you can reach out to me

on Telegram,
my information is, uh...

KAYA: Is that...
Andy Mertens.

Whoa.
Wh... Did they call him back?

It wouldn't matter if they did.
Andy was dead a week later.

He had to be talking about
Sherry. I mean, this is

certainly starting
to feel like a motive.

Yeah, all we need is some
forensic evidence to back it up.

I'm gonna try
calling Cameron again

to see if he heard back
- from the lab.
- Yes.

[both chuckling]

[knocking]

Food delivery.

So, you get him yet?

Oh, no, not yet.

But...

I read your application essay.

Oh. Already?

Mm-hmm.
Well, I just know
you're so busy,

I-I didn't think that I...

Okay, I'm vamping, sorry.
You talk.

It's good.

Oh, my God.

You think I don't know
when you're lying?
No, it is good.

It is. I just, um,
I have just a few...

"Generic"?

Generic? Mom, this is why
I never let you

read my essays in high school.

Okay, maybe I just
know you so well,

I want all
the admissions committees

to see everything
that I've seen.

Everything?
Mm-hmm.

You saw me after
my wisdom teeth surgery.

Yes, and you were
so cute and loopy.

Mom.
Well, I just

want more...

you.

Just tell them the truth, honey.

Like what?

"Well, I was the son
of two high-powered attorneys

"and I never thought
once about law school.

"But then my mom pivoted
to taking down people

"who thought they
were above the law.

"You know, murderous
millionaires, corrupt judges.

"And suddenly I was
studying for the LSAT

"because I wanted to do
something powerful like that"?

Teddy...

I definitely think
you should say that.

[laughs]
KAYA: Elsbeth.

Kaya.

What's going on?
Cameron called,

and, uh, there's a problem.

Oh, no.
The DNA didn't match?

Worse.

Gone? What do you mean, gone?
According to the lab,

they have no record whatsoever

of evidence
submitted for testing.

That's the fanny pack,

the blood sample-- it's gone.

We should have known
he'd be ahead of us.

Damn it.

Without the blood tying
Crawford to Sherry's death,

everything we have on him
is worthless.

There has to be another
way to get him, right?

I mean, they got Al Capone

on taxes.
This man

has spent the past 33 years

covering his tracks.

He kept tabs on Andy Mertens

until it was too risky
to keep him alive.

He's connected to the most
powerful offices in this city.

As of 40 minutes ago,
he's a nominee

for the federal bench, with
the full support of his party.

Even if we did
build a case against him,

he's untouchable.

He's outplayed us.

I have to go.

Where are you going?

Elsbeth.

You.
Ms. Tascioni.

Oh, if you're here for
the ceremony, you're too late.

You think you've
gotten away with it,

but you're sorely mistaken.
Mark my words.

Sorry.

Did you see that?

How unfazed
my colleagues were

seeing a hysterical woman

hurling harmful
allegations around?

Just another day
around here.

Oh, I see.

You're still upset
because I didn't fall

for the Wagners' goodwill visit.

[imitates Wagner]:
"We're waving the white flag."

[regular voice]: In fact,
it was that little stunt

that tipped me
off that you

had sent something
to the lab.

You see, I'm always

a step ahead.

Well, if there's one
thing I've learned

since coming to New York,

you can't escape
your past.

It'll catch up
to you, eventually.

I'm gonna prove,
once and for all,

that you killed
Sherry Mitchell,

and then you killed
Andy Mertens to cover it up.

Maybe not today,
maybe not tomorrow,

but I will prove it.

See, I don't think
that you will.

Let's say--

hypothetically speaking,
of course--

that you're right,

that I did kill Sherry Mitchell
in that pool.

That I bashed her head in
and held her underwater

until she stopped fighting.

Any physical evidence--

for example,
my blood on a fanny pack

or fingerprints
on a scotch bottle--

well, all of that

is long gone.

And I suppose--

if I did it, that is--

that the only person
who could have placed me

at the scene of the crime

would have been Andy Mertens.

Such a shame
that woman killed him

before you had a chance
to ask him yourself.

Face it, Ms. Tascioni.

You lost.

If you think I'm just
gonna let this go...

Oh!

I would never think that.

I admit,
that first day in court,

I underestimated you.

You're clever, but so naive.

You still think

that the world
marches inexorably

toward righteousness.

But it doesn't.

The world rewards might.

And I am

a mighty man, indeed.

WOMAN:
Judge Crawford.

Uh, sorry,
no questions

until after the hearing.

Senator's orders.

[people screaming, shouting]

OFFICER:
Gun, gun!

OFFICER 2:
Drop the gun!
Drop the gun right now!

That was for Andy.
OFFICER: Come on, hurry up!

Hands behind your back.
No, wait. No, no, no, no, no.

No. No, no, no.
Hang on, hang on.

There's help,
there's help.

[groans]

OFFICER:
Clear the area!

[excited chatter continuing]

[thunder rumbling]
[sirens wailing in distance]

We would have gotten him.

We could have...

Someone had to do something.

But we would have gotten him.

Now we have.

No.

No!

OFFICER:
We need a bus forthwith.

Someone's shot
on the court steps.

REPORTER: A bipartisan group
of lawmakers and mourners

gathered to honor
Judge Milton Crawford

after an aggrieved
former defendant

assassinated the federal nominee
earlier today.

Least he got what
he deserved.

No, sir.

Not this.

This isn't justice.
This is lawlessness.

The mayor's expected to speak
at any moment.

Look, now the mayor's
gonna speak.

Course he is.
There's a microphone available.

Can someone turn it off?

Mom.

Oh, Teddy.

I'm okay.

Oh, I can't believe this.

No one can.

KAYA:
Everyone's acting like

he's some kind of martyred hero.

It's like,
even in death, he's won.

This is just the world,
isn't it?

This is how it's always been.

Now I remember why
I don't want to do this.

What are you saying?

I changed my mind.
I can't be a lawyer.

I'm sorry.

What? Why?

I can't... I won't

participate in a system

that offers a
veneer of fairness

just to give cover
to the privileged and powerful.

I mean, what's the point?

To try.

The point is

we do what we can every day

to try to make this system
a little better.

The point is to try.

Right, Elsbeth?

[reporter continuing
indistinctly]

I...

Um...

I don't know.

But, Teddy, it's okay.

I understand.

Elsbeth...

Just turn that off, please.

Maybe we can try...

I said turn it off.

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