Original subtitles

[♪ Dramatic music playing]

-Welcome to the end of your movie. -[Oliver yelling]

[gun firing]

[Mabel Mora] No fucking way.

But I would much rather have taken Marshall out up close, you know?

I truly don't know how you make words like that arousing.

I got married in this courtyard, you know?

-Middle of the night with just the stars. -Yeah, uh-huh.

-And the fountain as our witness. -Uh-huh.

-I think it's good luck. -Yeah, have a good day.

Eh, having a wedding. We'll have a good day.

[reporter] Nicky Caccimelio, the dry cleaning king of Brooklyn,

has been reported missing.

The officials say they do not suspect foul play at this time.

-[elevator dings] -Mr. Savage, Miss Mora.

I wanna hire you to find my husband, Nicky Caccimelio.

We only investigate murders in the building.

Sofia Caccimelio.

Call if you change your mind.

Oh, my God.

[Oliver gasps]

Lester? Lester!

[♪ Pensive music playing]

[Oliver Putnam] Lester Herbert Coluca was born

in Flatbush, Brooklyn in 1948.

He went on to serve 32 years as doorman

for the iconic Arconia building on the Upper West Side.

Lester is survived by his wife, Lorraine,

and two children, Frank and May.

"In lieu of flowers, please send donations

"to the National Audubon Birdwatching Society

or the Hollywood Improv East."

That's it? Four lines?

This is a crime against obits.

Where's the color? The texture?

The... the charming anecdote that makes everyone say,

"That's our guy."

They should have come to me.

Come to you? Not like his wife or kids, maybe?

Yes, to me, the man that... that Lester used to whisper to on the daily.

[mimicking Lester] "Hey there, favorite tenant o' mine."

You're more upset about that obit

than when the police declared Lester's death an accident.

No, don't even get me started on that one.

I'm upset about it all.

I loved that man.

The only thing I ever saw was you accusing him

of pilching pepperonis from your pizza delivery.

Well, he was a pepperoni pilcher.

But that's what besties do, they rib each other.

You wouldn't get it.

Ugh, I can't believe you're eating four-day-old wedding shrimp.

Well, you can eat it for five days if it's been on ice.

Six if you've recently had salmonella.

Mm! I can't believe the caterers forgot to serve this.

You just don't seem like a shrimp guy.

Ah, shrimp is but the vessel for the heavenly cocktail sauce.

[slurping]

-Plus, I hate waste. -[door opens]

[Howard Morris] [groaning] I'm so depressed.

[sniffing] Why does it smell like I'm down at the piers cruising the docks?

Howard, I am not a fan of this just-walking-in trend.

I don't care to live inside an episode of Laverne and Shirley.

Howard, what's wrong?

Ah, thank you for asking, Mabel.

Sevelyn and Gravey are so in love, it's like I don't exist.

Jonathan is still on tour with Thoroughly Modern Millie.

Hopefully not getting thoroughly Millied by some chorus boy.

I don't know what that means.

So, I'm left alone with this pet couple

who expect me to wait on them hand and paw.

Hold on. How much shrimp do you have left?

-There's a second case in the fridge. -I can buy their love.

-Well, I suppose we should get going? -[refrigerator opening]

Such an unusual request Lester made, to lie in state in our lobby.

I was just down there doing a lap, trying to get a sense of the buzz.

Biggest headline is the security camera footage.

Let me guess. So, Lester's death

wasn't a tragic accident after all.

Well, I mean, it is the Arconia.

When we found him, nothing about that looked accidental.

Whoa there, Sherlock Nursing Holmes.

[laughing] Good one, Howard.

The footage sadly confirms Lester's death was tragically accidental.

The buzz is about whether or not the new doorman is hot.

I've tallied 15 smashes, two passes,

and one abstain from No Fun Uma.

Anyway, I'll see you downstairs. After I feed the lovers.

So, it was a tragic accident?

-[door closes] -I don't know.

Still seems...

well, a little fishy.

It's probably for the best.

No murder means no podcast.

No podcast means I get to enjoy being a newlywed.

You get to be a 30-something in the city, and you get to...

[stammering]

I don't know what you do.

What? Oh, I got stuff.

I don't really know what to say to that.

-Oliver. -[Oliver] No, no, Mabel.

Truthfully, I've seen his stuff, and it's nothing to gloat about.

-Oliver. -Oh, have I crossed a line, Charles?

-Oliver! -[Charles gasp-wheezing]

-What? -Why does the shrimp you're holding

have a fingernail?

[Oliver screaming]

[piano key tinkling]

[♪ lively theme song playing]

[♪ Theme song concludes]

[♪ Mysterious piano music playing]

It is a finger, right?

I don't think it's a toe.

Is it a male finger? Female?

I can't even tell what race it is.

I think its main attribute is dead.

Looks like there's some sort of green fungus on the nail?

[Charles and Oliver] Don't pick it up!

-She picked it up. -I knew she would!

-[Oliver sighs] -Okay, Oliver, did anyone at your wedding

mention an accident in the kitchen?

Yes, Mabel, but I kept it to myself.

Do better!

Please, nobody accidentally slices off their finger

and then accidentally puts it into a vintage shrimp goblet.

He's right. We gotta quit saying "accident."

This is a message.

Ugh. So creepy.

It's like the horse head in The Godfather.

Very mobby.

Hey.

Sofia Caccimelio.

Who is that? What's that?

On your wedding night, the night Lester died,

-this mysterious woman... -A real, uh, femme fatale.

...asked us to help her find her missing mobster husband, Nicky.

A mob wife?! And what did you say?

That we weren't a detective agency.

You turned down a mob wife?!

Oh, my God.

-[phone pinging] -Show me a photo of Sofia Caccimelio.

[phone pinging]

Oh, look at them. A classic mob couple.

No honest man wears a flower that big.

[imitating Vito Corleone] They came to you on the night of my wedding,

and you turn them down without considering the consequences.

The Godfather. I know that one.

Fantastic. The education is taking.

-That's a good Brando. -That was a good Brando.

-Thank you. -But you need to jut your chin out

a little, scratch your face with the back of your knuckles.

[imitating] Hey, buckie, you gotta get your voice a little bit deeper.

-Get it, my voice a little low. -I came to you...

[imitating badly] Yeah, I made him an offer he couldn't, uh, decline.

Okay, you know what? I'm so sorry that I started this.

Can we please get back to the fishy finger?

Whose could it be?

[♪ Mysterious music playing]

Did anyone check to see if Lester had all his fingers in the fountain?

[elevator dings]

Alright. We just need a quick peek at his digits.

-Get in, get out. -Shouldn't be too hard.

I mean, I loved the man, but I... I can't imagine

we'll be fighting off crowds.

[crowd murmuring]

[Mabel] Is this how we find out that Lester was a Kennedy?

I don't know an eighth this many people.

What's Mayor Tillman doing here?

-Oh, my goodness. -[softly] Hi.

[indistinct chatter]

[Mayor Tillman clears throat]

[softly] Excuse me... Mm-hmm.

Uh, if I could have everybody's attention for just a moment.

Thank you.

-[camera flash popping] -Friends, family,

and... and, of course,

dear Lorraine, I am here today

because I love Lester...

who I did not know.

But I do love a great doorman.

-[camera flash popping] -And even better, a collection of doormen.

That's a key voting bloc. Union strong. [chuckles]

This building has seen too much pain recently,

and I just wanted to stop by and say

I stand with you all

in respecting the old guard, like Lester.

Protecting while also bringing new life back

-to a new New York. -[camera flash popping]

We love you, buddy.

Rest in strength, Mister...

Coluca. Blessed be.

Also, also, uh, let us not forget that the election

is right around the corner, so please, um, uh, get out to the polls.

[chuckles] Thank you very much.

-[camera flash popping] -Thank you.

[light applause]

Wow, that guy has rizz.

-Oliver! -What? You taught me "rizz."

-No. You didn't do the assignment? -How could you?

Assignment? I didn't know there was an assignment.

They asked us to send a photo of ourselves with Lester.

There was a whole email.

Oh, I unsubscribed to all Arconia emails

after Howard kept spamming us with his Dua Lipa fan fic.

Aw, Lester.

We're gonna miss you, buddy.

We really will.

[♪ Mysterious music playing]

[whispering] Wait.

He's not doing the dead man's arm cross.

How can I count his fingers if he's not doing the dead man's arm cross?

Maybe because his finger was chopped off by the mob?

-[Mabel shushing] -Alright, um, change of plan.

Uh, you... you go, uh, talk to Lester's wife,

and... [stammers] express your condolences.

-Oh, Lillian loves me. -It's Lorraine.

Lorraine loves me, too.

And... and then, you just, uh, gently ask

if Lester had all his fingers when he died.

Oh, he gently asks that?

Because shouting it would be inappropriate.

What are you gonna do?

I'm gonna work my way in there.

Best distance ourselves from him.

Lester's building ledger?

[scoffs] Mrs. Coluca, please, I...

-[sighs] -He'd want you to have it.

And besides, I think you might find some very interesting tidbits in here.

My husband was nothing if not thorough.

Hi. Excuse me.

-Hello. -Hi.

Well, we just wanted to say how sorry we are.

[whispering] Mabel Mora, formerly 12E, now the West Tower.

Oh, Mabel, thank you. The tenants were like family to him.

Yeah, well, and since we're all family, we were hoping you could tell us,

uh, when you saw him the last time,

did you happen to notice if he was... fully complete?

Fully complete?

[whimpering]

[♪ Mischievous music playing]

[whimpering louder]

[groaning]

[Mayor Tillman] Okay, so let's, uh, get one where I look solemn.

Oh! Charles-Haden Savage?

Well, the mayor's a fan of Brazzos.

Uh, Bra-who?

No, no, I'm a huge fan of the pod.

-[laughing] -Right.

[gasps] You know what would be good?

An endorsement.

Between the three of you, you cover every demo.

I mean, you're gay, right?

Mm. Yeah, a little.

-Oh, well, got it. Close enough. -Yeah.

So, could I be on the show?

Oh, well, uh, sorry, but we're apolitical.

-Ah, yeah. -Yeah.

-Damn. -Yeah.

Well, uh, if you change your minds, here's my card.

Romy.

-Thank you. -Thank you, yeah.

[Charles sighs]

[fake sobbing] Oh, my God, Lester.

Oh... What the hey?

[fake sobbing]

[muttering] Lester.

-[straining] -[casket creaking]

Oh, what a lovely tribute, Rainey.

I just wish I'd gotten the chance to clean his hat first.

You know, it was stained with blood from that fountain,

and he took such pride in his appearance,

and I just... he wouldn't have wanted that.

It's true, it's true. In all the years I knew him,

I don't think I ever saw a wrinkle on his sleeve.

Yes. I'm sorry, what's your name?

-Uh... -Oliver Putnam, 10D.

Oh, you're 10D?

Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no. I... I... I'm 10C.

-Oh! -Yeah.

Sorry, you are 10D.

I... I just delivered you Dude Wipes and a Playbill mag

with a spotlight on Victor Garber.

-[Howard] Mm! -[Oliver] Excuse me, who are you?

Oliver, this is Randall, Lester's trainee, and the new doorman.

Also, played upright bass at your wedding.

-Oh. -Putnam.

You're the cuckoo chick!

Excuse me, I'm the cuckoo what?

Cuckoo chick!

[Oliver snorts]

Lester likened all the tenants to birds, his favorite hobby.

And you were the cuckoo chick!

The neediest bird of all, the taker.

The taker? I was your husband's favorite tenant.

I am no taker.

Well, clearly, the one thing you never took

-was a picture with Lester. -Oop.

[Charles fake sobbing loudly]

[♪ Mischievous music playing]

[continues sobbing]

Jesus Christ.

Hi, everybody. Hi, I'm... I'm Mabel.

I used to visit this building

when I was a little kid to visit my aunt.

-[Charles grunting] -You know, the term "doorman"

always seemed unfair because Lester did way more than

-just open the door. -[Charles thuds]

One time, uh, my mom forgot my birthday,

so I checked in with Lester every hour

to see if she had sent something, but she hadn't.

And then, Lester showed up with a package

and said he'd found it in the back.

It was a sketching pad, I... He knew I loved to draw.

[♪ Mischievous music continues]

-[softly] One, two... -[Mabel] Um, uh, Lester was such a kind

-and thoughtful man. -Three...

-Hmm? -[Mabel] Um,

-I don't think he'd admit this... -Three, four...

...but he'd go out of his way to save a little girl's birthday.

What the fuck are you doing?!

[scattered gasps]

Oh, my God, is he touching my husband?

He's doing it for Lester. [snorting]

-[♪ Mischievous music continues] -[people murmuring]

[watch thuds]

We're all going to hell.

So, all that feeling around, and you couldn't get a finger count?

It was either eight or 11. He had gloves on.

Eleven? How could it be 11?

You don't wanna know.

Check it out, folks!

10D found proof of his deep care for the man.

A photo of us from my wedding.

Admittedly, it's not the best photo,

but that's Lester looking joyful in the deep back,

beside my half-blurred face and my fully blurred arm.

Uh, yeah, whoa, that... that's a beauty.

Okay, fine. Okay, it's not perfect but...

Is that a new swivel?

And I like this wallpaper. Someone's been busy around here.

-It's getting there. -She's leveling up.

Right? Then again, I found finger shrimp

and got booed out of a wake.

[Mabel sighs]

This...

Hold on. You guys, come here.

[♪ Intriguing music playing]

-Is that Nicky Caccimelio? -[Charles-Haden Savage] That's him.

The missing mobster was at your wedding? The whole town is looking for him.

-[Mabel] And he's talking with Lester. -[Oliver] And handing him an envelope.

So, Lester had a run-in with the missing mobster

the night he accidentally died? I don't buy that.

What if Nicky killed Lester?

Now, now, now, now, no, no, no. Le... Let's not lead to...

Lester was killed in a mob hit?!

That's it, I'm texting Howard.

We need to see that Arconia footage

that proved the cause of Lester's death.

That's good.

But we need to talk to Nicky's wife, Sofia.

We need to go to Staten Island.

We need to go face-to-face with the mob.

Ah, well, you two have fun with that.

-And let me know how it goes. -Excuse me?

No, I don't do the mob.

Very little I won't do.

A musical about 9/11? Took that call.

But the mob? Nope. Don't do the mob.

Oliver, we have dealt with very threatening people before.

Why is this so different?

In '82...

I wrote a show called Newark, Newark.

If you could make it there,

it turns out it has no bearing

on whether or not you can make it anywhere.

Anyway, despite a towering score

and relatable nods to airport traffic...

I had trouble finding investors.

So, I borrowed from the mob.

How much?

Four hundred dollars.

[breathes deeply] Yeah, I know. I know what you're thinking.

"It's a miracle he's not ass up in the East River."

But now, I am a newly wedded man with a ring finger to protect.

So, Oliver Putnam is staying put here.

Okay. Good.

But you seem awfully concerned

with how people perceive your relationship with Lester.

What if I told you that going was the best way

to prove how much you care?

-I have nothing to prove. -Fine.

Charles and I will start our newest podcast,

solve Lester's murder, and we will reap in the glory alone.

And I wish you luck.

-Bye-bye! -Bye.

Bye.

[♪ light, plucky music playing]

The silence is deafening. I'm coming!

[grunting]

[snorts]

-Took you long enough. Come on. -Jesus.

[♪ Dramatic music playing]

[seagulls cawing, wind whooshing]

[♪ Dramatic music continues playing]

[engine rumbling]

I still can't believe how casually you put that rogue human finger

-in that fancy cup. -Ugh.

It's dishwasher-safe.

-[Oliver groaning] -But thank you for reminding me.

I keep wanting to take a sip from it.

Alright, if we are onto something, we'll need audio.

So, quick, somebody old

-talk about the mafia. -[phone pinging]

Oh, uh, well, okay. You wanna know about the mob, eh?

[with bad Italian accent] New York's most powerful and dangerous famiglia.

-[Oliver groans] -Alright, I'm sorry I even asked.

We cannot lean into offensive Italian stereotypes.

They live in the Godfather house.

See, that's exactly what I'm talking about.

No, no, Mabel. No, no, it...

It's literally the house from The Godfather.

[♪ Mysterious music playing]

-[Charles] Hey, how should we handle this? -[Oliver] Delicately.

You already rejected her once.

[Mabel] Okay, just let me take the lead, then.

[Charles] Okay.

[knocking]

-Buongiorno, signore! -Oh, this is how I die.

-I am Charles and these are my friends... -[shushing]

I know who you are, huh? [sniffling]

Come in. Let's go.

[♪ Mysterious music continues]

[metallic clanking]

If only these walls could scream.

[Mabel] Uh, what a beautiful home.

-[metallic grinding] -This must be the original molding.

And the original nonna.

Mm, easy for you to say.

-[mobster] Yo, let's go. -[Oliver] [softly] Yeah.

-[♪ Mysterious music continues] -[clock chiming]

Please, please, this way.

-[Oliver] Thank you. -Let's go, let's go.

-[Mabel] Right, yeah. -Please, please, thank you.

Gentlemen, we've got company.

[Mabel] Oh.

[Oliver] Jesus, how many are there?

It looks like a community theater audition for Grease.

I'm Johnny. These here are my brothers.

Tony, Mikey, Vinny. [sniffling]

And Braden.

-[neck cracking] -[laughing] Braden. Right.

-Suits you. -Nice to meet yous.

You guys are the podcasters, right?

So, you like tellin' stories? Which is good,

'cause my brothers and I, we got a story for you.

-Sit down. -Oh, uh, no, we're actually,

we're fine standing because it was a long, uh, drive and...

-Hey! -[Oliver gasping]

Sit down.

-Yes, alright. -[panting] Sitting.

There we go.

-[Mabel muttering] -Ah, this is better. [chuckles]

-[♪ Mysterious music resumes playing] -The year, 1970.

Anthony "Tony Plate" owns a restaurant in Little Italy.

-It's a popular spot. -[Mikey] Hmm.

Partially because of their

-highly fuckable tortellini. -[Mikey exhales]

But mostly because of their faithful clientele,

like Paul Gambino, head of the Gambino crime family.

-[Mikey] Hmm. -You hear that, Oliver?

Me? Yes, why? Do... do I not look like I'm listening?

One night, the Gambinos approached Tony

with a work opportunity, much like Sofia approached you.

But Tony refused.

Naturally, the Gambinos found this to be a bit disrespectful.

You see, respect is everything to the mob.

[shouting] Right, Oliver?!

A-Again, I am listening.

[chuckles nervously]

Is it my eyes? I... I worry one has gone lazy.

Few days later, Tony's place was torched.

They fried him like an off-menu

-Fritto Misto. -[Braden] Mm.

-[Braden clicking tongue] -[Vinny] Why?

'Cause when the mob offers you an opportunity...

You say...

Yes.

Or soon,

-you'll be sayin' nothing at all. -[gun clicking]

-[group exclaiming] -Whoa, no! That not necessary!

-Oh, God, dear no. Don't do it. -[Mabel] Why is there always a gun?

[brothers singing] ♪ Nah-nah-nah-nah ♪

♪ Nah-nah-nah-nah ♪

[♪ rock music playing]

♪ Nah, nah, nah, nah ♪

[brothers continues singing]

♪ Nahh, nahh ♪

-♪ Nah ♪ -♪ Naaaah ♪

-[sighs] -That's alright.

I mean this as respectfully as possible,

but what the hell is happening?!

It's our theme song.

Your... your theme song for killing us?

[brothers laughing]

No, no, no. No, it's... it's for our podcast.

-It's called, "'Ey, I'm Talkin' Here!" -[group exclaiming]

It's just us talking about historical mob stories.

Yeah, yeah. Check it out, fresh merch.

It's a Bluetooth speaker! [laughing]

Wait, did... did you think that was a real gun?

Oh, my God. May... Wait, maybe Nonna was wrong.

Maybe we are intimidating enough

-to be real mobsters. -Oh!

-[brothers exclaiming] -Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!

[ice chunks clattering]

Is that a finger?

[group screaming]

No, no, no. Please, please, please, please don't hurt us.

We just thought you were here to do a collab on our podcast

because, well, you're friends with our mom.

-I... I'm sorry. Your mom? -[door opens]

[Sofia Caccimelio] Boys, the kid at Stop and Shop

said they don't even make 3D Doritos anymore.

-Ma? -Why is it so fucking dark in here?

[Sofia gasping]

I see you've met my sons.

[scooter whirring]

Keep your fingers outta my gravy.

So, you deny my request to find Nicky,

and then show up at my home and accuse me of sending you a finger?

Fine, so you didn't send us the finger.

Then, can you explain what you meant when you said

that your missing husband has everything to do with our building?

'Cause our doorman is dead now,

and Nicky wasn't missing at all that night.

He was at the Arconia. We have proof.

Oh, yeah. [sniffling]

-Okay, now... -[phone clicking]

Okay, there.

Look at that.

-[brothers chattering] -Oh, I should have known. That bastard.

-Who's that? Who's that? -Who's that?

-Oh, it's Dad. -[overlapping chatter]

Okay, okay, boys.

-Come on, come on, get outta here! -[Braden] Oh!

-The adults need some space. Let's go. -[Tony] Hell yeah.

-Guys, she's gonna throw it again. -Go long.

-[items shattering] -[overlapping shouting]

[Tony] Braden, that's my ball!

So, clearly, you've heard about my family's ties

to criminal activity.

But the truth is, the mob is dead.

Okay, so you say the mob is dead.

Why should we believe you?

Well, for one, if the mob was still alive,

then why are my adult sons podcasting about mob activity in the '70s?

Because that was the last time there was anything to talk about.

I mean, Scorsese is now making movies

about Native Americans, and Irish people.

I mean, look at this place.

My husband spent our life savings

moving us into the goddamn Godfather house,

and it doesn't even have the den.

-Really? -This still doesn't explain

what Nicky was doing with Lester.

We own Clean-Ups, the dry cleaner in the Arconia.

Clearly, Nicky couldn't be bothered to tell his family he's alive,

but he can still find the time to drop off receipts with your front desk.

Receipts? When you came to us, it seemed so urgent.

Look, Nicky has a history of "disappearing."

Drugs, gambling, countless women.

But when he went missing,

I was hoping that maybe you would find him

before the world discovered that he's just a failed mobster...

with a fetish for gardenias.

Is there any chance that this is your husband's finger?

-Do you have a few more? -Uh, just the one.

Kinda hard to tell without the full set.

Well, maybe this would help.

[in bad Italian accent] "Hey, honey, pass-a the Prego!"

That is incredibly offensive.

-Mi scusi. -No, it isn't his.

My husband had very hairy hands.

He once had them permed.

Great, now I'm getting emotional. You should go.

[sniffling, clearing throat]

-Oh, um... -S-Sorry.

-Thank you. -Put that in the cup.

[Mabel] That was awkward.

[Oliver] Yes, well, awkward is typically my experience in Staten Island.

[door opens]

[Sofia] Wait! Uh, Mr. Savage!

[Charles chuckles]

-Thank you. -Mr. Savage...

you must think I'm crazy, wanting to find a man

who clearly doesn't want to come home.

You just don't seem like someone who'd settle for a womanizer.

You seem like someone who knows...

what up.

[Sofia laughing]

Have you ever seen him stand like that?

I think he calls that the Savage Swagger.

Charles...

My marriage is over,

and my family business is hanging by a thread.

I'm... I'm worried we might lose the house.

I'll see what I can do.

But if it turns out he killed Lester, all bets are off.

Deal. [softly chuckles]

Oh, I... that reminds me.

Nicky used to carry these decks around everywhere he went,

but, uh, the night he went missing, he left it on my nightstand.

I mean, I... I don't know. Maybe it's something.

I have a facility with cards.

[Sofia] Oh.

Among other things.

[♪ light upbeat music playing]

[elevator dinging]

-[Charles sighs] -[Mabel muttering]

[Oliver mumbling]

-[buttons clicking] -Thank you.

[scoffs] I've gotta stop doing that.

I don't live in this tower anymore.

[♪ Music fades out]

[elevator whirring]

Oh, I gotta call Loretta. I'm not used to the time change yet.

It's a million o'clock over there.

How's she liking New Zealand?

Oh, she loves it, yeah.

Did you know that the toilets flush in the other way?

-[chuckles] -Ah.

It's funny what gets her going.

Yeah.

[Charles sighing]

-You okay? -Oh, oh yeah.

No, it's just that, you know, you're married now,

and it's the start of a whole new chapter,

and Mabel, she's got a million new chapters.

I'm just not sure what's next for me.

Mini existential crisis?

Oh, no, no, no.

But, you know, when you have a Reuben at Katz's Deli,

and you don't get the heartburn, but you know it's coming?

[elevator dings]

This is what I want to say to you.

Do you know what solves everything?

Pepcid, chased with two Tums.

I'll see you in the morning.

-[phone ringing] -Ooh.

Mrs. Durkin-Putnam, as I live and breathe.

Yes, no, you did.

Uh, you did tell me about the toilet.

[elevator whirring]

[sighs]

[metallic snap]

[snapping]

[♪ Dramatic music playing]

Is that a map?

[♪ Dramatic music continues]

[Mabel] Howard?

This doesn't prove anything.

Where's the footage from the courtyard?

[computer mouse clicking]

What is he doing?

What the hell?

[♪ Soft music playing]

Hmm.

You know I cared about you, pal.

But it wouldn't hurt if the building knew, too.

[♪ Mysterious music playing]

[button clicks]

[elevator dings]

[♪ Mysterious music continues]

[panting]

[elevator dings]

Oh, God. Are you having an episode?

My grandma gets these all the time.

There's a map on the back of one of Nicky's cards!

You can only see it if you look through red.

It's an old spy trick, look.

My God. Whoa.

-Come on. -Wait, we...

This is crazy.

Wait, it's leading us through all the blind spots

from the security footage.

I've been mapping them out. Okay, where to next?

Um... I drank the map.

[scoffs]

Wait.

I have an idea.

How 'bout now?

-Let's go. -Yes!

[♪ Mysterious music playing]

Wait a second.

I know this closet.

[♪ Mysterious music continues]

Hey! Look.

[grunting]

But, this is new.

[Oliver muttering quietly]

[people shouting indistinctly]

Closed?

Ah, come on. Hello? This is a hat emergency!

[distant siren wailing]

[door bells jingling]

Hello?

[♪ Mysterious music continues playing]

-[handle jiggling] -It's locked.

-[device beeping] -[Mabel gasping]

Hello? Anyone here?

I'm... I'm just dropping off a chapeau.

Ah, his uniform.

I'm gonna rescue you.

[♪ Soft dramatic music playing]

[Mabel gasping]

[Charles] Whoa, mama.

[Mabel gasps]

[♪ Soft dramatic music continues]

[Charles] This table's been through it.

What do you think happened here?

[Oliver] When a person passes,

we strive to remember them exactly as they were.

Yet, when we think of our own legacy,

there's a quiet hope to be remembered for our best,

not our mistakes, or our flops, or worse...

Oh.

-...the secrets we tried to bury. -[conveyor buzzing]

Ooh!

What do we have here?

This card has numbers on the bottom.

Six, 24, zero, zero.

Is that a phone number? Address? What?

Numbers.

Oh, that's just a roulette wheel, that's got noth...

Wait, what?

[♪ Mysterious music playing]

-Give me the numbers again. -Six.

[wheel rattling]

-Twenty-four. -[wheel rattling]

-Zero, zero. -[wheel rattling]

[lock clicking]

I need white shirts. Look at that.

Oh, God. Right.

[♪ Mysterious music continues]

Charles, that's the envelope

that Nicky gave Lester at the wedding.

[gasps]

Lester was here the night he died.

This was no tragic accident.

We need to find Nicky Caccimelio.

Ah, gotcha!

[Oliver] The parts we most try to hide...

well, sometimes they slip out...

[yelps]

...into the light.

[Oliver yelling, grunting]

[panting]

Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God.

[gasping and whimpering]

[♪ Rock music playing]

♪ Nah, nah, nah, nah ♪

♪ Nah, nah, nah, nah ♪

♪ Nah, nah, nah, nah ♪

♪ Naah ♪

♪ Naaaah ♪

♪ Hey, hey, hey! ♪

♪ Nah, nah, nah, nah ♪

♪ Nah, nah, nah, nah ♪

♪ Naah ♪

♪ Naaaah ♪

[♪ song ends]

[♪ Fanfare playing]