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Now that is a thing of beauty. Only you get tomatoes like that, Tony. Thanks,

Henry. Henry Moniz is such a work of art. All right, I will take 12 of those,

please. Sounds good.

Are you hosting a dinner party?

No, I'm filling in last minute for a cooking class. It's been a while.

Henry Ross teaching a cooking class.

Those are some lucky students.

Thanks, Tony.

Hey, it's Maggie. I got your message.

The whole file should be, um... Hold on.

The whole file is just sitting on my desk.

With Detective Bailey, I'm sure we can locate a file.

I gotta call you back.

Henry! Hey, there you are. Here you go, the cream for the creme brulees and the

good vanilla extract that you like. Thank you, Lucy.

This is your cue for the gala tomorrow night. Make sure we get some great

pictures of you walking in for the vlog. We also got an offer from a casino in

Vegas to consult on a medieval king dinner.

How many do you get?

Four to five hundred.

A couple days poolside in Vegas.

If they throw in the penthouse suite, I'm in.

I thought you might say that.

Hey,

guys.

I'm home.

Hey, Mom.

Hi, honey.

How's school?

It's good.

Good.

I am running late.

I guess it's going to be spaghetti again. Sorry.

I've got dinner.

You start getting ready for your date.

Are you sure?

Thanks, Mom. I literally have 20 minutes to make this happen.

Well, make yourself beautiful, like you are.

Thank you.

Oh, and Peter Duquette called. He wants to meet tomorrow at noon down by the

wharf.

Strange. Can he tell you what it's about?

He wouldn't tell me, but he sounded really upset.

He did, huh?

Well, tell him yes, of course he'll meet me.

All right, let's hurry back. I've got to start prepping for tonight.

Okay, what do you think?

Too job interviewee or... What about your red dress?

I hung it on your mirror.

Yeah, that was subtle, Mom. I don't think this guy is like a red dress kind

guy. Then why are you going on a second date with him?

Because I don't have a lot of practice at this, and I don't know, it's polite

give a guy a second chance.

Maybe we'll magically find something in common.

Oh, I wish I was staying home eating with you guys. We will save you some.

kick up your heels. Why aren't you wearing heels?

I hate heels. You know that. They hurt my feet.

Your mother is a lost cause.

I heard that.

I got it. So, give me a second. Okay, let's get started.

Now, I'm very excited for this evening's guest teacher.

You know him from his hugely popular blog, The Gourmet Detective.

I'm thrilled to welcome to Mike's Chopping Block Kitchen tonight, the

detective himself, my good friend, Henry Rowe.

Thank you. Excuse me.

What is a gourmet detective exactly?

Well, let's say you're a billion dollar company and a drought halfway across the

world jeopardizes the key ingredient in your number one selling food line.

Millions of dollars are at stake. Now, if someone could provide the key

substitute ingredient that no one could tell was different, true story by the

way, you might not only call him a detective.

you'd probably call him a pretty good one.

But you're still not dealing with actual dead bodies, just to be clear.

No offense.

Not so far.

Now, who here loves to cook?

Let's get started.

Legend. Bernie. Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry.

Can't turn your back while you're cooking.

One of the many conveniences of the microwave.

Don't worry, you two. It happens.

That's why I always make extra.

Thank goodness. I am starving.

Wow.

The salt from turkey makes all the difference in the world, doesn't it?

This is delicious, okay? But let's be real.

I barely have time to get dinner on the table, much less be running around the

city looking for Turkish salt.

Fair enough. If you're stressed for time, you can't do it all. But that's

paying attention to the little things, like the temperature on your burner, is

so critical.

The more alert you are in the kitchen, the more alert you may be in real life.

Okay. Is this the time when you tell us about your incredible observational

powers and how they save darbucks from going under?

You, sir.

You bought that jacket at a thrift store, didn't you? It's a 42 regular.

clearly a 44 long. And the shoulder has been faded by the sun. Weren't hung in

the store window for too long. But it's Hugo Boss. You figured, hey, why not?

Who's going to notice?

You, ma 'am. You have two cats.

One a calico, the other a Persian. And judging from the traces of hair on your

right sleeve, you're also right -handed. And you use that hand to pet them while

you're watching TV on the couch.

He's right.

How about us?

I generally don't like commenting on couples.

Go on.

I'm just not sure she's over the divorce yet.

How do you know that I'm divorced?

You keep rubbing your ring finger.

And judging by the homemade yet slightly complicated bracelet, you have a young

girl at home. I'm guessing maybe 12 or 13.

I bet she's openly supportive of you dating again, but secretly loves having

all to herself.

Am I in the ballpark?

Go up?

Yeah, I couldn't sleep.

So, how was it?

Well, we parted as friends.

Truthfully, I don't think I'm going to be going on any more dates anytime soon.

Oh. Well, I just want to let you know that I'm okay with it if you do.

Are you sure?

It's been over a year since you and Dad...

You know, Grandma says it's good for you to get out there and have some fun, and

I just want you to know that I'm okay with the idea.

Come here.

Thank you.

You know you're the most important thing in my life, Abby.

Yeah, I know.

Try to get some sleep, okay?

Good night.

Mom?

Yes. Do you think Dad will be able to come to my chess tournament?

I know he really wants to be there.

And I know he's going to try. Yeah.

I know work might get in the way.

I love you.

are looking forward to this. These are the best fish tacos in town.

Pauline, your uncle and I, we've been coming here for 20 years.

That's how good these tacos are.

So, why don't you fill me in on what's going on? What's with all the mystery?

Someone is sabotaging my restaurant.

What do you mean by sabotaging? These shipments have been diverted.

Always vital ingredients for specific popular dishes.

The labels on spices have been swapped. Rats were found in my pantry on the

morning of a visit from a food inspector.

You of all people know I keep a clean kitchen.

That's not all.

The other night, they stabbed a picture of us with a knife.

Left us with some kind of message.

I'm worried about our safety.

But I can't go to the police.

Because if they're involved, the public might hear about the rats and the

cockroaches. And then I will have to close down. And that's exactly what this

person wants.

So how can I help?

You are going to the gallows today. Yes, of course. And it was a huge night for

us. It would be a public nightmare if anything were to happen.

That's why we want to hire you. To look into what's been happening at Chez

Duquette.

Hire me?

Peter, I'm not a private investigator.

You know the restaurant business inside and out. Mine specifically.

And you know every major player in the city.

Because of our relationship, no one will suspect anything if you're seen hanging

around watching what happens at the restaurant.

Please.

I don't know who else I can turn to.

Pauline.

Everything running smoothly?

So far, so good. All deliveries arrived correctly, and the kitchen seems to be

running on time.

I'll take you back. All right.

Raymond Bishop is here?

You know, after all these years, your uncle has still never told me what their

feud is about.

I know, but what can we do?

Raymond owns Fillmore Bistro and is part of the association, so he automatically

gets an invitation.

Papa, please!

Pa, can I speak to you for a minute?

Henry, good to see you.

You too, Klaus.

Henry's going to be helping us with their problem.

Thank God for that. I can't be everywhere at once, catching every slip.

Well, I will leave you two to it.

All right. I've got to go back out.

Everybody's reputation is on the line here. I don't know what to do.

He's on accident.

Health inspectors don't usually announce their visits. How would somebody know

when to plant the rats?

Our inspectors keep a major schedule. We mark him on the calendar.

So only somebody familiar with this restaurant and its operation could have

known the inspector's date.

That's what I'm worried about.

And all of the delivery mishaps, the access to files and labels would require

the same insider knowledge?

Exactly.

Let's see.

Pauline, how's everything going this evening?

So far, so good.

Sally, have you met Leighton Leopold? He's the chef at Fillmore Bistro.

I don't believe I have.

You're the cookbook author that says eating out is a complete waste of time

money, right?

Oh. Well. Why don't you come by the restaurant? I'll prepare you something

will make you eat your words.

Sounds like a challenge.

It is.

Okay.

You get dinner.

No. Thank you.

Henry, can I have a word with you, please?

Of course, Raymond.

How are things at Fillmore Bistro?

Not good.

Something strange is happening at my restaurant.

What do you mean?

Shipments are going missing.

End -of -night receipts don't add up. Ingredients are ending up in the wrong

containers.

I may be paranoid, but it's almost as if I'm being sabotaged.

Gentlemen, we're starting the meal.

Can we continue this later? Yes, of course, Raymond.

No. Dates should never be paired with lobster. The only reason that it is is

that restaurants can use the term surf and jerk.

Americans love catchy titles.

You should know about catchy titles, Sally.

Now look at that. This.

Sally, that's why you eat out.

This is the kind of thing that we need to have on our menu, Raymond.

If you would just listen to me, we can make bold choices like this without

alienating our customers.

Or you could go buy your own restaurant and cook whatever you like.

But for the meantime, I pay you to cook my menu.

Well, look at that.

So this is the Lamprey Bordelaise.

I'm very bold of Klaus to serve lamprey with this, Klaus. What do you think,

Oliver? It's good.

Klaus is smart to have the wine accompany the sauce and not the eel.

Bet you'd have a cool lamprey on your show.

How is everything?

Fantastic. Good. Well done. Good, I'm glad. I hope the eel isn't too

for you, Raymond. I know you like to keep things basic at Feastro.

Oh, not at all, Pauline. No, no, I understand.

Your uncle needs to distract his clientele with flash. Okay, here it

it goes. All right, all right, you two, let's just enjoy the meal.

You both own wonderful restaurants, and the good news is the city is big enough

for both your egos.

Let's toast to big egos.

All right, here, here. Here,

here.

Wait,

wait!

Excuse me, everyone.

May I have your attention?

My name is Ian Jenkins.

I'm sure many of you are familiar with my investigative news show.

What is this about? I have no idea.

I've been working on an investigation for several weeks now.

What I'm about to reveal to you will shock many of you in this room.

Tonight, I'll put it together.

I finally have the proof.

can prove that... I've been proved.

Oh, absolutely terrifying.

The deceased's name is Ian Jenkins, 44.

He's an investigative reporter for Channel 7 News.

The one who took down the deputy mayor last year?

That's the one.

Do you have a cause of death?

Well, it isn't clear.

Although, if you notice the blueish tinge around his mouth, it could be

indicative of any number of conditions.

Viral infection, heart attack, pulmonary embolism. Any prescription bottles in

his pockets to suggest a medical condition?

Nothing in his pockets.

Protect myself.

Witnesses say that Mr. Jenkins was giving a speech when he became

and collapsed.

There wasn't any sign of chest pain. He just hit the floor.

Could it be food poisoning?

Well, it could be.

If it is, it's one of the most severe cases I have ever seen.

Okay, well, until you give us the toxicology results, we better treat this

a suspicious death.

I can't believe he's dead.

Are you all right?

Can I get you anything?

Excuse me, are you Mr.

Roth?

You. I know you.

You're the woman from the... Detective Maggie Price.

Detective? Mm -hmm. Ah, now it's all coming together.

I mean, it's a curious thing. Sparing the long version, all I want to know is

one thing.

Were you a witness to what happened?

Well, yes, I was. Hmm.

Hmm.

That may be the worst cup of coffee I've ever tasted in my life. Oh, could we

get you a latte instead?

Oh, would you? No.

Did you know Mr. Jenkins personally?

No, I didn't.

Do you know anyone that would want to harm Jenkins?

I take it from this line of questioning, you're not thinking of the matter of a

simple fish allergy.

Well, until we get the toxicology results, then we're not ruling anything

Well, obviously it wasn't an allergic reaction.

And is that based on your super detective powers, Mr. Ross? Uh, no, just

sense.

Look, number one, Mr. Jenkins didn't exhibit any classic choking signs of

anaphylaxis associated with severe allergic reactions. And number two, if

Jenkins were allergic to fish, he probably wouldn't be eating the eel in

first place, nor would he.

Eel's a fish.

That makes sense.

Now, what most people don't understand... Who is this guy again?

He's some kind of food specialist.

What'd that mean?

Here's a copy of his bio I got from his website.

You'll notice he started his career 25 years ago.

It's Shady Cat.

Oh.

Interesting coincidence.

Apparently, he was quite a chef.

Now he's a consultant and works with everybody from small restaurants to

international food conglomerates. Sounds like if you have a problem in the food

world, Henry Ross is your guy.

Listen, what you should be concerning yourself with is the lamprey. That is an

extremely dangerous dish to preserve. King Henry I died from eating too much

it. At least that's the official story. I believe it was from improper handling.

But if lamprey is not prepared correctly and all of the natural toxin removed,

that's... is a fish that kills quickly and quietly.

Quickly and quietly, huh?

Well, that sounds like the perfect weapon in the right hand.

How long have you been working for Raymond Bishop at Thelma Reef Show?

eight years.

Well, can you tell me about his relationship with Peter Duquette? They

stand each other. The thing is with Raymond is that he won't listen to

He's terrified of change. He's probably threatened by Peter because Peter keeps

Che Duquette relevant by trying new things.

Mr. Bishop, is it true that your restaurant, Fillmore Bistro, has been

experiencing some strange mishaps?

Things that, if not caught in time, could perhaps damage your business? Yes,

it's true. How did you know? Is it also true that you and Peter Duquette have a

strong public dislike for one another?

I hope that you listen to adventures through you, Raymond. I know you like to

keep things safe together, Bistro.

We have a healthy competitive rivalry, that's all.

I understand, if not properly prepared, Lamprey can kill.

Seems like a pretty risky meal to serve to 50 people. I assure you, the lamprey

was safe. I oversaw every step.

From ordering, delivery, and preparation, no one had access to the

for me. So you're saying if anyone tampered with the lamprey, it had to be

Why would I do that?

I've spent 20 years building my career as a chef.

This is going to ruin me. Why would I destroy my own career?

Did you know the victim?

No. I mean, on TV.

Yeah, like everyone else.

Do you think he might have had any enemy?

The guy made a living investigating people. I'm creating a list of enemies.

What about the Henry Roth guy?

Do you know him?

Sure, he was on my cooking show.

Why? Of course I know Henry.

Every owner in the city knows Henry.

I've known him for years. Why?

Henry always had a thing for me.

You call yourself...

The gourmet detective?

Not this conversation again. Um, I didn't come up with it. Someone else

it just sort of stuck.

Huh.

Mr. Ross, I'm very interested in you.

Thank you.

Maybe you want to explain to us why the one name that keeps coming up is yours.

People like me?

Assuming... for a minute that the deceased was poisoned. Whoever did this

need to understand the intricacies of preparing and serving eel. They would

to understand lamprey poisoning.

Did you know that lamprey killed King Henry I?

Apparently.

Wait a minute.

Am I a suspect here? Until we understand exactly what we're dealing with here,

all I know is that there is one common denominator in all of this.

And that's you.

Okay, I...

I think I'd like to talk to my lawyer. Oh, sure. Lawyer up. Nothing suspicious

about that.

Price, relax.

Now, I've got your bio, Mr. Ross, and I don't see a motive for you yet.

But I do think that you could be very useful to us, especially given your

longstanding history with Mr. Duquette and his restaurant.

I would like you to consult on this case.

Wait, what?

But I spoke with Mr. Jenkins' station manager.

He was working on some kind of a food industry expose, but nobody knew the

details. Now, that dinner had every major player in the San Francisco food

scene, and if I was a betting woman, I'd say that the target of Jenkins'

investigation was in that room and knew that he was on to them.

If this turns out to be a murder investigation, I want you and Price

a team.

You have invaluable insight and context into this industry that we simply don't

have. Okay, Captain, that is so not necessary. We have more than enough

resources. We do not need to include... Henry.

Whatever. Can we please just think about this? Ah, see, now fortunately for you,

I already have. End of discussion.

Okay, look, I am really flattered by all of this, but I do have a rather

substantial...

Daily fee, so... Let's consider your payment staying off my suspect list for

now. Done. Good.

Okay. Be here in the morning and Maggie can start walking you through what we

know. Captain, this is not a great idea, okay? I am more than capable of doing

this by myself without dragging him home.

Duly noted.

I will see you in the morning, Price.

With Mr.

Ross.

Morning. Just jotted down a couple of ideas for the blog for you to research.

Are you excited for your first day as a real detective?

You have no idea.

What's in there?

Just a little treat for everyone down at the station.

Well, have a good first day.

Play nice with the other detectives.

Wish me luck.

All right.

Toxicology is in.

I think I'm going to take Mr. Ross on a little trip to the morgue with me. Whoa,

Price, you going to scare the poor man off on his first date?

Well,

he's already 20 minutes late, so maybe he'll be a no -show.

Good morning, everyone.

Sorry I'm late. I was busy making you some decent coffee.

Detective. May I interest you in some monkey parchment? Monkey what?

Monkey who?

Only the best coffee on the planet.

I always find that porcelain makes things taste a little better.

Here you are.

Thank you.

I love this moment.

When someone realizes for the first time they've been drinking dishwater all

their life and calling it coffee.

Well, wow.

Oh, man, that's good.

$300 a pound good. Are you kidding me?

What is in this?

This is considered the sweetest, most complex Indian Arabica coffee ever

produced. The beans have been chewed on and spat out by rhesus monkeys from the

jungles of India.

Okay, what's in it? Delicious. All right, boys, well, you enjoy that monkey

spit. Thank you.

Let's go.

Tell me that is not your breakfast.

Thanks for the coffee, Scott. My pleasure. Next time I'm going to bring

Luwak, you definitely don't want to know where those beans came from. Let's go.

You ever been to a morgue, Mr. Ross?

Uh, right, about... If you're going to pass

out, you should probably sit down, Henry.

I'm fine.

Really? Because you look paler than a victim.

You're enjoying this, aren't you? Watching you squirm?

Yeah, a little bit.

Okay, well, if you two are finished.

Mr. Jenkins died from poisoning by TTV, otherwise known as Tintillinum

Botulinum, one of the cousins of the botulism family.

I thought that botulism only comes from spoiled food. No, it can occur in fish

and vegetables, too.

Even at room temperatures, spores germinate into an active bacteria which

produce a nerve toxin which usually kills.

Cooking temperatures don't destroy it, not even boiling water, and it can kill

in an hour or less.

What?

So the TTB was in the lamprey? Yes, and Mr.

Jenkins' bacteria measurement was 3 .5. Now, anything over 1 .2, it's fatal.

That is an enormous amount of TTB to ingest in one sitting.

Yeah. Is it even possible for him to have consumed that much of the toxin

his meal alone?

In a word?

No.

Can you please leave my trash alone?

You know, your body is a temple, but you treat yours like a dumpster.

I mean, don't get me wrong, you look great on the outside, but seriously.

Hey, um, we're not buddies.

You know that, right? So what I eat, what's in my car, and especially what my

body looks like, that is none of your business.

So if you have something that you want to say about the case, that's great.

Otherwise... Keep your promise to yourself.

You know, all I'm saying is maybe if you tried eating more real food, you'd stop

tricking your body and thinking that this processed garbage actually tastes

good. Yeah, well, that's where you're wrong because it does taste good.

No, you've dulled your taste buds into thinking it does because they're so

drugged on sugar, salt, nitrates, and preservatives that they've lost the

ability to pick out the full spectrum of flavor available to you in real food.

The subtleties, the nuances.

person at the symphony wearing earplugs. Look, I love the idea of preparing

locally grown organic gourmet masterpieces every night. Who doesn't?

But I live in the real world and that means that I usually have about 12 and a

half minutes to prepare dinner and 10 minutes to eat before my daughter has to

run off and do her homework and I have to hit the computer to finish the work

that didn't get done at the office because I had to leave early to go home

make dinner.

So, spare me your enlightened, foodie speeches, because that is the last thing

that I need to hear from some bachelor who has all the time in the world to

go meandering around Pacific Heights looking for Turkish salt.

What makes you think I'm a bachelor?

Lucky guess.

Now, how about we just keep the conversation about the case, okay?

Fine. Sounds good.

Great.

How long have you been divorced?

This is Bailey. Hey, Bailey, it's me.

The victim had enormous levels of TTB in his system.

We're definitely looking at a homicide.

A planned murder made to look like an accidental food poison?

Yep, the killer was using a poisonous fish to cover the poison.

I think we can assume that Klaus' preparation of the lamprey eel was safe

toxin -free. I mean, why would he jeopardize his own career like that? No.

killer cultivated the TTB from a second, separate order of lamprey, and then

somehow... injected the poison into Ian's meal without anyone noticing. All

right, Bailey, why don't you talk to the Lamprage distributor who sold the

restaurant to Ian and see what you can find out?

Got it.

How are we doing on the restaurant surveillance footage?

Nothing there.

Someone cut the wire several days ago. All right, did we run background checks

on the kitchen staff?

Everyone came in clear.

All right, can you run it again?

Somebody must have seen something.

Okay, got it. What about the flash drive? What was on that?

What flash drive?

I saw Oliver Page, you know, the chef on TV.

Give Ian Jenkins a blue flash drive right before the dinner.

And you're just mentioning this now?

I can't think of everything.

But you can take ten minutes to lecture me on my breakfast burrito. Okay, I'll

check for a flash drive in a minute. Thank you, Bailey. I'll call you back.

Anything else you care to mention? Like, I don't know, maybe you saw somebody

poison Jenkins' meal?

No. It's just like what I told you.

Ian was about to tell everybody in that room about something he had just

discovered. Wow.

Forensics is already sweeping his house, so hopefully we'll find out what he was

working on when we get to his office.

All right. Good plan.

So good.

How long have you worked with Ian Jenkins?

Worked with?

That's a stretch.

He ain't kept to himself, but I've known him almost ten years since I started

working here at the station.

Did Mr. Jenkins have any enemies at work, anybody who disliked him? This is

competitive business, and Ian stepped on more than a few toes to get where he

was, but...

I don't think he ticked off anyone enough that they'd want to see him dead.

That's right, please.

Here's his office.

He was rarely here. Always on the road.

I understand Mr. Jenkins was looking into a story on the food industry before

died.

Apparently so.

And you know as much as I do.

Ian produced his own segments. I only ever got involved in what he was doing

there were any legal issues that our station lawyers needed to go over first.

Other than that, he was kind of a one -man show.

Twelve, nine -thirty, three hundred and fifty dollars, A .S.

Does any of this mean anything to you?

No, I don't think so.

I mean, I know these restaurants, of course, but I didn't know he was

investigating them.

A .S., that could be Alex Scarponi.

He was a photographer Ian would hire sometimes.

He would have paid him about $350.

Other than that, I don't think I can help anymore.

Could you get a Scarponi's contact information?

Sure.

Lucy, it's me. I need you to look up something.

The name is either Todd Armand or Armand Todd.

We're looking for a connection between him and Ian Jenkins.

All right, I'm on it.

Okay, thanks. Bye.

Yep, sounds good, Bailey.

Bye.

Scarponi's on a photo shoot in Italy. He left this morning and is not due back

till next week. Okay, I have my assistant Lucy looking up who Todd

Okay, look, I don't need you or your assistant doing research for us.

Let the department handle the investigation.

Just trying to help.

Hey, wait a second.

You know, Oliver Page's cooking show used to tape here. I guest starred on it

once. I made this sesame ginger Cornish hen that was out of this world. And this

is relevant because... Because when Ian Jenkins asked for a massive pay raise,

the network didn't have any money left over. That's why Oliver's show was

canceled.

Oliver's been out of work ever since. So you think that Oliver could have been

angry enough about that to poison the guy who got his show kids?

It's possible.

So, how many kids do you have?

One.

Daughter, right?

I was right, wasn't I?

You know, I think it's your humility that really draws people to you.

Is that a joke?

You made a joke.

See, I knew there was a sense of humor in there somewhere.

Yeah, because when I'm not on the job doing real detective work, I'm actually

fun person.

Duly noted.

Fun person.

Of course, if that were true, you wouldn't have been on that date with

at the cooking class. What was his name, Leonard?

Len is his name, and he's a very nice person.

So when are you going to break up with him? I'm just saying, if we're going to

be partners, we should probably get to know each other a little. Whoa, whoa.

Hold on a second, okay?

We are not partners. Let's be clear about that.

All right? I am not even having this conversation with you.

Oh, my God.

I don't think he's home.

Oliver? In a murder mystery, this would be very concerning.

What's the standard operating procedure here, detective?

Some would say close the door and come back another time.

And others?

Others would say get behind me, don't touch anything, and these next moments

never happen.

I don't love this cloak and dagger stuff.

It's Detective Price, San Francisco PD!

He's alive.

Oliver? Oliver!

Oh, okay.

Let's get you out of here. Here we go.

Get in the chair.

All right.

All right.

I, uh, I know you. I'm Detective Price. We met last night.

Oh.

Let me get you a glass of water.

Rough night?

Yeah, you could say that.

I think we're all a little shaken up over Ian.

You have company last night, Oliver?

Uh, no, I was, uh, I was alone.

No hot date?

Just drowning with ours alone?

Uh, no, I'm, um, married. I mean, uh, separated.

Thank you.

I, uh... Why exactly are you here again?

We wanted to ask you about the flash drive that you gave to Ian Jenkins right

before he died.

Do you happen to know what was on it?

I don't know.

Ian asked me to pick it up from a photographer.

Alex Scarponi?

Yeah.

I didn't think that you and Ian were terribly close.

We weren't.

I mean, we knew each other from the station, but...

To be honest, I don't think the end was close to anybody. Not that I know of,

anyway.

Speaking of the station, I loved the show.

Oh, you did? I did, big fan. I loved the one especially when Henry cooked you

the Cornish chicken.

Hen. Hen.

Delicious. Yeah, it was a good gig.

You must be pretty angry it got cancelled.

I mean, I was at first, but to tell you the truth, I got pretty burned out.

Hosting a weekly cooking show is a lot more work than you'd think. There's the

prep, the rehearsals, the whole thing helped to torpedo my marriage.

Anyway, I have some other opportunities that have come my way recently, so who

knows?

Maybe losing the show wasn't such a bad thing after all.

He's lying.

About what?

When you asked him if he was alone last night, he looked up and to the left.

Classic tell.

Did you read that in a book?

Yes, actually, I did.

I have a little soft spot for crime fiction.

Chandler, Rendell, Le Carre, I've read them all.

You know, you'd be amazed at what you can learn from reading a book,

You know what's really amazing?

Actual police work.

He was lying about being alone.

He said that.

Yep. Where did you find that?

Not in a book.

We need to check it for print.

Lamprey distributor confirms there were two orders one week apart from each

other. Told you.

Do we have a name that goes with the first order? Negative. It was paid for

cash by John Doe. No security cameras for an ID, and the distributor doesn't

really remember what he looked like other than that he was a man. So I take

we won't have much luck in tracking down a John Doe who pays for his fish in

cash.

Maybe the victim was doing an investigative report on Chez Duquette

crazy stuff that was going on, and Peter was so scared of all the negative

publicity that he killed him. No.

Listen, I know Peter. He would never hurt anyone.

And besides, think about it.

A dead customer just draws negative attention to your restaurant, all right?

doesn't make sense, which is why I also don't think Klaus could have done it. A

poisoned customer points the finger at him. It makes no sense.

Well, we also have another problem, because Oliver just confirmed that he

in fact, give Mr.

Jenkins a blue flash drive that there was no evidence of at the crime scene.

where did that go?

How could it go missing? Are you sure it's not missing? I checked all the

victims' pockets at the crime scene myself. They were all completely empty.

Trust me, there's no flash drive in evidence.

Do you remember anyone being near the body before the police arrived on the

scene? Well, we all immediately surrounded him, of course, to see what

do to help, but...

I don't remember anyone going into his pockets.

Not that they couldn't have later when I wasn't looking. I thought nothing

escaped your keen observation.

You know what I noticed? You got a button missing on your jacket. You might

to get that fixed on time.

The fingerprints just came back on that glass.

You're not going to believe this.

They belong to Pauline Duquette.

She's in the system?

She was arrested at a political rally at Harvard 12 years ago.

This just got interesting.

Let's go find her.

Nice work, Monroe.

Thank you.

Oliver and I have been friends for a long time.

After what happened at the restaurant, we were both upset.

He asked if I wanted to have a drink, so I went.

I also wanted to continue talking to him about Opening a new cooking school with

him as our star chef.

What? I'm sorry, Uncle. It's just with everything going on at our restaurant, I

was worried things were falling apart and we were losing sales.

And then when that reporter died, we had to do something.

I thought that maybe we could leverage the Duquette name into something else to

keep us going. You shouldn't be making business decisions without me. I'm still

the owner here. I know. I just... I was trying to save what we have.

Why would Oliver lie to us about seeing you?

We had too much to drink and things got out of hand.

Oliver is trying to fix things between him and his wife.

So, we've been able to clear all friends, family, and co -workers. Anyone

Jenkins nailed from his investigations is either still behind bars or has been

ruled out.

We spoke with Scarponi in Italy, and he said that Jenkins just wanted everyone

that was associated with Fillmore Bistro and Chez Duquette to be photographed.

He states he never witnessed anything unusual, and everything he photographed

put on that flash drive and handed over to Oliver Page.

We still don't know who Todd Armand is, or Armand Todd.

That's for...

12 to 9 .30, that could be 12 to 9 .30 as in a time frame or a 9 .30

on the 12th.

Jenkins was murdered on the 12th. Maybe he was meeting the Armand guy on the

12th at 9 .30 in the morning. All right, we still don't have anything that ties

Jenkins to anyone from that dinner.

Wait a minute.

What if we're looking at this all wrong?

What if the murderer weren't after the reporter?

What if the intended target was actually Peter and his restaurant?

Who would benefit the most from Shadocat going out of business?

Peter's rival, Raymond Bishop.

Exactly. Everybody knows that they hate each other. Who better than Raymond to

know how to sabotage another restaurant?

But wasn't Raymond's restaurant being sabotaged too?

Well, that could be a cover to throw us all off. That's right. Jenkin could have

discovered Raymond was sabotaging Chez Duquette. He confronted Raymond with his

evidence. Raymond panicked, poisoned him at the dinner, thereby silencing the

investigation and putting his hated rifle out of business. Killing two birds

with one stone.

Bam! Oh, boy.

Okay, this is how it works. You keep an eye out for anything suspicious and let

me do the talk.

If Raymond cultivated the toxin at his house, it's more than likely there'll be

trace elements.

Forsythe's assembling a forensic team right now, okay?

Can you stay behind me, please? Okay, fine, fine.

Raymond Bishop, San Francisco PD.

Henry, what can I do for you?

Mr. Bishop, we have some questions for you. May we come in?

If you prefer, we can take it down to the station.

No, that's fine.

Come in.

Henry?

We've been friends for 40 years.

We trained together under the same chef at one of the best cooking schools in

Paris when we were young men.

He turns up at the school where I was the star pupil. Oh, the ego on this guy.

was about to say, this young guy turns up at the school, blows everybody's

thoughts off.

Of course, I knew I had to up my game. We were always trying to outdo each

over the years.

Peter eventually took over his family's restaurant, and eventually I came to San

Francisco and was able to open Fillmore Bistro. Right. And shortly after he had

opened his restaurant, I gave an interview in the newspaper, and I made

comments about Raymond and his cooking. Now, of course, I was just teasing, but

the journalist didn't write it that way.

And all of a sudden, it became this huge rivalry.

Yeah, yeah.

But instead of hurting business, I mean, customers were flocking to the

restaurants to see what was going on. Right. Business was booming, so why set

them straight?

So you never wanted to ruin Peter?

Of course not. No.

No.

As a matter of fact, he's been trying to keep my spirits up.

I don't know. With everything that's been going on, sometimes I wonder if I

should just retire, just pack the whole thing up.

I've been wondering the same thing.

It's been this, Peter.

It's just not the same anymore.

Thank you, gentlemen.

So I might have been a little off in my theory.

You should have heard Forsythe when I told her to call off the forensic.

I don't know what she was thinking by throwing us together.

This is ridiculous.

Oh, thank you.

And what are we doing here?

I don't really want to eat ribs right now.

Maggie, I'm sorry that I screwed up. I am.

But I brought you here because I wanted to show you why this case means so much

to me.

When I was a teenager, shortly after I started working for Peter, he saw

something in me.

And so one day, he brought me here.

And he pointed to that gentleman right back there.

The owner.

Had this place 50 years.

Peter told me, Henry, it doesn't matter if you work in a high -end establishment

like mine or a little place like this.

If you bring the same passion and care to your cooking that that man

brings to his,

you will be a success in life.

No matter the size of your bank account.

That is the best advice anyone has ever given me my entire life.

And I also brought you here because we didn't get lunch.

These are the best ribs you are ever going to eat in your entire life.

I'll see about that.

There's no way around it. You just got to dive in and get messy.

I'm not afraid.

Hey, Lucy.

Hi. Okay, there are three Todd Armands living in San Francisco, but I can't

a connection between them and Ian Jenkins.

I do have an idea for this week's vlog, though. What about food poisoning?

Forty -eight million people get food poisoning each year in this country.

thousand of them actually die.

We could call it the secret killer lurking in your fridge.

I like it.

So how's the case going?

Deadlier by the minute.

You have to tell Maggie.

No way.

If the police think I'm in danger, they're going to take me off the case,

I'm not going to let that happen.

I promised Peter that I would get to the bottom of this, and that's what I'm

going to do.

How can you eat at a time like this?

It's not for me. It's for you.

You know I think better when I'm cooking.

Voila.

Best perk of my job.

Yeah? Mm -hmm.

Henry, this case is getting serious. I don't want anything to happen to you.

How am I supposed to find another job where I get to eat this well?

Hello? Hey, it's Maggie.

I found something.

Yeah, what do you got?

Well, I was combing the web for images of Ian Jenkins.

Remember how Sally Aldrin said that she'd just met him? Yeah.

I found a photo of Sally and Ian looking pretty cozy at a fundraiser. The photo

was taken one week ago. Why would she lie to you about them being an item?

Because that would make her a top suspect.

We have to talk to Sally right away.

All right. Look, today is Saturday.

Sally's book launch is tonight.

Perfect. We'll confront her there and catch her off guard. Good idea.

See ya.

It's funny. Maggie didn't mention she had a new partner.

Oh, no, no. No, we're not partners. I'm just a consultant.

Mm -hmm.

You know, my mom never takes this long to get ready.

You sure this isn't a date? Oh, no.

Definitely not a date.

Wait here.

I'll go check on her.

You win those?

We all got one just for showing up.

That's ridiculous.

I mean, you know, no offense.

No, it is ridiculous.

I mean, if I get a trophy, I want it to mean something.

So how good are you? I'm rated at 1650.

Wow. Really?

Do you play?

Day champ, two years running.

Really? When I was your age, I used to skip school and play with the old guys

the park for money.

I mean, not that you should do that. Don't do that.

Maybe you could teach me something.

Or whatever. I mean, I'm sure you're probably really busy.

No, I'll definitely show you some tricks. I'd love to.

Here she is.

High heels and all.

Well, pigs do fly.

Enjoy yourselves, you two.

Mom, for the last time, we are going out for work.

Then how come you kept changing your outfit?

Don't you have homework?

I already did it. Of course you did. I love you.

Love you, too.

Sorry, I have to work late again. It's okay.

I'll be back as soon as I can, okay?

Oh, take your time.

So, let's go crash and

party.

Thank you so much for coming.

And I've got the...

Just trying to blend it. Of course you are.

Nice to see you not wearing gray.

You look beautiful.

Great. What?

The punchline.

There's no punchline. I mean it. You look beautiful.

Although I am wondering where you're hiding your gun.

Sally.

Henry.

Hi.

And it's Detective Price.

That's right.

Are you guys here on official business, or are you here to enjoy the party?

Official business. I'm enjoying the party. She's driving.

Miss Aldrin, this photo suggests that you and Ian were on much friendlier

than what you led us to believe.

Why would you lie to us?

Because I was scared.

I watch TV, okay? The murderer always turns out to be the angry girlfriend.

Look, I had nothing to do with Ian's murder.

All right?

Ian had enough enemies on his own. He didn't need my help to kill him.

There was tension between the two of you at Shader Castle.

You should know about catchy titles, Natalie.

What were you fighting about?

Are different definitions of the word exclusive, but that doesn't make me a

killer. Look, I really can't handle the scandal right now. I don't want to make

my publishers nervous.

Sally, word on the street is that you're being wooed by another publisher.

But I know things.

What other publisher?

You mean my talks with Leighton?

Leighton Leopold?

The chef at Fillmore Bistro?

Yes.

Leighton came to me a while ago. He said he was starting his own line of

cookbooks, mainly featuring his own recipes from Fillmore Bistro.

He said that he was coming into...

a lot of money and that he was getting ready to buy the restaurant from raymond

wait layton said that yeah he said raymond was ready to retire and that he

tired of running the business and all the hassles that came with it i thought

was going to get a pretty good price on it too i think they were having problems

did layton say where this money was coming from i didn't ask i'm not looking

expand as you can see my publishers treat me pretty well i really Should get

back to mingling.

Sure.

Just, um... Yeah, yeah.

Don't leave.

Okay, look, if we hurry, we can probably still catch Leighton at the Fillmore

Bistro. The kitchen's open till 11. Okay, Henry, it's late, it's been a long

week, and I'm gonna go home and spend some time with my daughter. We're gonna

start again on Monday, okay? What are you talking about? We've got a major

to follow up on. I mean, Leighton is clearly up to something.

Henry... Okay, look, this is what I propose.

We go talk to Layton. Then after, we go for mooshu pork and talk about the case.

Lucy, my assistant, her parents own the best restaurant in all of Chinatown. I

have a life outside of the police force.

Abby already doesn't see enough of me as it is.

Now, this may be hard for you to understand because you are not

anyone else, but we have a family rule.

I am home for dinner four nights a week, and I already missed that dinner.

This is my job, and I care deeply about what I do.

But my family comes first, and nobody is going to change that.

Seriously, I'm right there in the middle of the palace with soaking wet shoes.

It was ridiculous. I thought they were going to throw me out of the country

right there. Thankfully, they didn't. I was invited back, but... Hey.

What are you doing?

How was your run?

What are you doing here?

Just making breakfast.

You have got to try these omelets. They're insane.

Do you know Henry has traveled all over the world?

Tell my mom the story about the bull in Spain.

Yeah, now may not be the best.

He was gore -viable.

Yeah, minor gore. Sure, the scar.

It's fine. I don't need to see the scar. I'm just trying to understand why

you're here when I told you that we could reconvene on Monday.

Maggie. Mom?

Look, I'm sorry. I just... I wanted you to know that I heard you loud and clear

last night, all right? You need to be with your family, who are adorable, by

way, growing up with feet.

So I was thinking, you know, why not do both, right?

Okay. Look, before you throw me out, why don't I at least make you breakfast?

I've got everything out. It's ready to go.

Fine. Yeah?

What do you like in your omelet?

Everything.

With tobacco.

There you are.

Pretty.

Really? Wow, you are so needy. You know that?

All chefs are. What can I say?

By the way, you were right last night.

I don't have anything outside of work.

This is all I have.

Your family is great.

You're a lucky woman.

I know.

I'm sorry if I overreacted. No, you got nothing to apologize for. This was a

dumb idea.

Look, I'm just going to clean up and I will get out of your hair.

Hey, um, my mom was going to take Abby out for a few hours anyway.

If you want, we could go over stuff.

I thought you'd never ask.

Excited? Bam.

Wow. You recreated the murder board in my living room.

In case you're wondering, I used the photos for my cell phone. Trust me, it's

exactly the same.

I can see that.

Okay.

You think that Layton was sabotaging his own restaurant so that he could destroy

the business enough to be able to buy the restaurant from Raymond?

Everybody in town knows that Layton has a big ego and believes that Raymond

doesn't give him the exposure he feels he deserves.

If you would just listen to me, we can make bold choices like this without

alienating our customers.

Or you could go buy your own restaurant and cook whatever you like.

And Layton was clearly frustrated that Raymond refused to take any risks.

If Layton owned Fillmore Bistro, he would turn it into a shrine to showcase

cooking, something Raymond would never let happen.

So what is Layton's motive for killing Jenkins?

Jenkins discovered what Layton was doing to Raymond and his restaurant.

So Layton also started sabotaging Chez Duquette as the perfect decoy.

Exactly.

Okay, so from the beginning.

Leighton causes problems at Fillmore Bistro, but note that he's going to be a

prime suspect.

So to throw off any investigation, he also sabotages Chez Duquette with the

added benefit of harming his main competitor.

We need to find out where Leighton is right now and bring him in for

questioning. Exactly.

Maggie, take a look at this.

I've got a message from Leighton Leopold.

What?

Henry, I need you to tell everyone that I never meant for this to go so far.

I didn't mean for Mr. Jenkins to die, but he... Anyway, I've ended it all now.

If Raymond had just listened to me, none of this would have happened.

I was the reason Fillmore Bistro was such a success.

But Raymond has no ambition.

When he refused to sell me the business, he left me no choice.

I began tampering with ingredients, disrupting the business, pushing Raymond

the point where he was ready to retire.

I started sabotaging Chez Duquette as well. I did not order this. I got the

order right here.

To make it look like all the chaos linked back to the feud between Raymond

Peter.

When Jenkins began investigating what was going on, he was going to blow the

off everything.

I panicked.

I knew Klaus was serving lamprey at the gala and cultivated my own toxins.

Excuse me.

Can you take this drink over to that gentleman, please? Thank you.

I poisoned his drink before the dinner, hoping everyone would think Jenkins'

death was an accident.

But I didn't have a choice.

He cornered me. I was afraid.

I didn't know what to do.

I can't live with what I've done, so I've used the poison on myself.

We just left his garage for the second time.

No trace of TTB.

Wherever he cultivated the poison, it wasn't here.

You should check the harbor.

Guess what we just found tucked away in a drawer.

This look familiar?

That's the one.

We tried it in one of our laptops.

It's encrypted.

I'm sure one of the IT guys can unlock that.

Shouldn't take them too long.

Bag it up with everything else.

You know what I take from all this?

No more seafood, man.

I'm done.

So that's it then?

Case closed?

Is it always like this?

No.

It's never this clean.

I didn't mean for Mr. Jenkins to die, but he... Anyway, I've ended it all now.

What are you doing?

There's something bothering me about this message.

I can't put my finger on it.

Henry, I need you to tell everyone that I never meant for this to go so far.

I didn't mean for Mr. Jenkins to die.

Just too clean.

What's too clean?

Oh, nothing. Sorry, I was just thinking about work.

This looks like a lot of effort, Mom.

We could just order something.

No, I want to do this. You know, food is not just supposed to be about

sustenance. It's about the experience.

Do you know how long the experience is going to take?

I'm starving.

Okay, why don't you grab an apron and then you can help speed this along.

Okay. Okay.

You want help?

Yeah.

So, what are we making?

I was thinking about doing Thai stir -fry. What do you think?

Sounds yummy.

Yeah? Yeah. Want to jump on the carrots there? Sure.

Bailey. Detective, I've got something you really need to see. The guys in IT,

they unlocked the flash drive. And?

It was filled with photos of people working at Chez Duquette and Fillmore

Bistro. But there's this one photo in particular I think you're really going

be interested in.

I'm emailing it over to you right now.

I can't get over these food poisoning stats.

128 ,000 people are hospitalized each year.

Well, like you said, it's the killer lurking in your fridge.

fridge magnet.

That magnet on the board.

Lucy, it was never Todd.

T -O -D -D. It was T -C -D -D. The O with a C.

Look up a business called Thompson, Christie, Davies and Divine.

Got it. Look at this.

This is a merchant bank right here in San Francisco. Check out the address.

1274 Armand Street.

It was never a person. It's a street.

Says here they specialize in the food industry.

We know the 12th was the same day Jenkins was murdered.

And Sally said that Layton was coming into some money.

Maybe Jenkins discovered a connection between Layton and this bank and went on

the 12th at 9 .30 to investigate.

Whatever he found out led to his conclusion, which he was about to

before his death.

Wait a minute.

Armand Street.

He's in the financial district, right? The financial district has that clock

that chimes, right? Yeah, it's right by the park.

Henry, I need you to tell everyone that I never meant for this to go so far.

I didn't mean for Mr. Jenkins to die, but he... Anyway, I've ended it all now.

That was a one o 'clock and two o 'clock chime in one recording.

How did two chimes, separated by an hour, end up in a message that only

15 seconds?

What? I have to call Maggie.

Henry, I was just about to call you. I have something to show you. I have

something to show you, too.

It's not over.

I didn't mean for Mr. Jenkins to die, but he... Anyway, I've ended it all now.

So, the lab guys have confirmed that the message was sliced together from a

number of different recordings.

Leighton wasn't working alone.

So Layton was murdered.

Yes. Maybe they had an argument or Layton wanted to come clean, whatever it

His accomplice recorded a series of conversations, spliced them together,

poisoned him with the toxin, and problem solved.

I just got off the phone with the merchant bank where Jenkins had a

morning of his murder, and his investigation was spot on. Layton and

did have a meeting at the bank several weeks earlier about raising funds for a

food conglomerate that involved a frozen food line, cooking school, the line of

books. That's right. That's why Jenkins had photos of Sally Aldrin and Oliver

Page. They were going to be part of this new food empire.

Layton and his partner were planning all of this without Raymond or Peter

knowing anything about it. Why did nobody mention any of this during

interrogation? As far as they were concerned, these were just individual

conversations. They had no idea that they were part of some grand conspiracy

even the fact that they were connected to Ian Jenkins' murder.

And do you want to know the best part?

What's the best part? Our IT guys were able to unlock that flash drive Ian

Jenkins so desperately wanted.

Layton's partner at the meeting was Pauline Duquette.

Okay, thanks.

Carponi just confirmed taking photos of Pauline and Leighton kissing.

Why didn't he mention that earlier? Said he didn't bring it up because it didn't

look unusual. Just two people outside of a bank like any other couple.

Jenkins knew what it meant.

Yeah. That's why Leighton stole the flash drive. He was worried about

incriminating photos.

We were behind it from the beginning.

Leighton's been sabotaging Fillmore Bistro and Pauline was doing the same

to Chez Duquette.

Haley, Monroe, cover the back.

Hey, you, stay here. What, are you kidding me? We're not dealing with a

mob here. What's she going to do, throw poison fish at us?

Henry, stay behind me.

Pauline Duquette, you're under arrest for the murders of Ian Jenkins and

Leighton Leopold.

Excuse me?

This flight's recording is a suicide note. We're a night to touch. Although,

frankly, I could have done without the knife in my kitchen.

At what point did you realize you needed to get rid of Leighton? I don't know

what you're talking about. Imagine he was feeling very guilty about the death

Ian Jenkins because that was never part of the plan, was it?

Ian forced your hand when he confronted you.

You're the one who poisoned him at the dinner.

This is ridiculous.

What proof do you have? Aside from the fact that we know that you and Leighton

were a couple and have photos to prove it.

and that you were taking meetings at the merchant bank about merging your two

restaurants, what I think will really please the judge is that TTB is such a

virulent toxin that even if you wear gloves and scour your hands after,

of the airborne molecules remain on your skin for days.

You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used

against you.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, Pauline.

Pauline, put the gun down.

Give me your gun.

It was unloaded.

My uncle keeps it for when he's working late. It makes him feel safer.

Cup yourself to the radiator.

And give me the keys.

Go.

Through the kitchen.

Go.

Move. Go.

Police! Police!

Drop the gun.

Stay back.

Okay, everybody just calm down.

Everything is under control, all right?

You and Leighton were going to run down both restaurants to the point where you

could buy them off of Peter and Raymond at a great price.

Right? It was actually a brilliant plan.

You and Leighton, your lover, leveraging both restaurants to woo investors into

a whole new food empire that put the two of you at the center of it all.

I have to admire your ambition.

Except that after you killed Jenkins, Leighton got cold feet and he started to

panic, didn't he?

Because Leighton never planned on this turning into murder. I'm warning you.

Hey, Maggie, could you just... Listen, Pauline.

I have known you your entire life.

Think of what you're doing to Peter.

He loves you so much.

With a daughter that he never had.

This restaurant.

Has been part of your family's history for the past 80 years.

Don't let it end like this.

It doesn't have to. It's not too late.

Look.

You owe it to your family.

You owe it to Peter.

Two people have died.

It's over.

I'm sorry, Henry.

I didn't mean for it to be this way. It just, it got out of hand.

Anything you do for the favor will be used against you in a court of law.

You have the right to an attorney.

I cannot afford an attorney. One will be appointed to me.

Hate to say it, but nicely done.

Well, something had to be done.

If I left it up to you, clearly I was going to get shot.

Excuse me?

If it weren't for me and two other armed detectives, you would never be seen

again. So I think the words that they're looking for are thank you.

Thank you?

Really? Yeah. Because at the rate you were going, she was going to shoot me

first, then take aim at you. I mean, you should be thanking me for saving both

our lives. Are you kidding me? But you always...

antagonize an armed criminal like that? Because if we're ever going to partner

up again... Trust me, you and I will never work together again. I'm just

saying... Stop talking, Henry.

I'm just saying if we did... Oh my God, you cannot stop, can you? Is it

impossible for you to just keep your mouth closed for two minutes?

Make a left. Don't tell me anything.

Big cheese.

Parents, please be seated so we can start.

Go get him, girl, okay? Once the buzzer goes and her kids start playing, there

will be no talking.

You'll do great.

Hey, you know your dad would be here if he could be.

Sure, Mom.

Henry!

Sorry I'm late. I couldn't find parking.

What? I invited him. You did?

Watch your corridors. Don't bring your queen out too soon, okay?

Got it.

Should we grab a seat?

Sure. Yeah, I have a few reserved right here.

Perfect.

All right, players.

Have fun.

Thank you for

coming.

That was very kind of you.

I'm glad to be here.