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I got an offer on my place. We could start over, find our style as a couple.

If I move, how do I know I'll be happy there? Sounds like our mothers had a few

things in common. Tell me more.

Let's just say she did a number on me. My husband ran a few businesses in the

Arconia, and Lester worked for him. Lester didn't want to tell me much about

what he did. He didn't feel good about the job, but you think somebody killed

husband? Could I take you out to dinner?

I have no evidence that you're actually a good guy. We're just a bunch of rich

people hashing out of bed. The same one we were trying to settle the last time

we were in that gaming parlor. The night your doorman died, we played for a very

big contract.

One of you is planning to build New York City's first casino. I think I'll start

renovations with Oliver's apartment.

What are you talking about?

That offer on your place was for me. I'm the one buying up all the apartments

here. You're turning the Arconia into a casino?

For thousands of years, men have

sung about luck being a lady.

In Carmina Verana, Carl Orff obsesses over Fortuna, the goddess of fortune.

Frank Sinatra prayed for luck to be a lady, but still worried she'd go blow on

some other guy's dice.

Men love to blame anything in their life that they can't control.

Their bad luck on ladies.

Well, listen, you animals, next round is on me, all right?

Blowing at the scotch isn't old enough to be kissed or drafted.

Uh -oh.

Queen of decor has noticed my cracked leather.

Worst day of my life.

It has character.

You're just being sweet.

This place has seen better days. Hey, get lost.

I know what she likes.

Interested in a makeover? What are you thinking?

Bangs or a shag? For the casino, you goof.

I could help.

Give it a woman's touch.

What about this idea?

Let me host a private ladies night in here.

Once a month.

A night without cigars.

Or loud men hitting on us.

Don.

I love ladies.

But don't worry. I never hit on them unless they want me to.

And if they want you to?

Oh, then I make them a drink.

We have to move out because of a casino?

Do you remember what I had to do to hold on to my apartment?

I burned a man.

I set fire to a dear friend.

Plus, I bought a Peloton.

Hey! Hi!

Look at this cute place!

Oh, my gosh!

Oh, I'm taking a dance cardio class, and we're using one of your songs for a

routine. I would show it to you, but it's got a lot of thrusting. It's not

appropriate for a lady.

Unnecessary. Maybe, Tisa, my new old friend, I got you and however many plus

ones you want tickets to a party tonight. I'd totally come with, but we

know I just get drunk, and tomorrow I'm in a music video where I have to operate

heavy machinery.

Thank you so much. I have a lot of K stuff.

No, Chica, this is K stuff.

It's an impossible invite to get. It's a ladies' night for important ladies like

moi, and it's literally in the building.

You get into, like, a closet or something. Sort of like a speakeasy. Ooh

What? And Nicky's dead. Wait, who's throwing this party? That brings me to

interesting to tell you numero trois.

It's thrown by Camilla White.

Oh!

Okay, so the Arconia has 165 units.

Camilla owns 82.

Okay, so one half of that is one and zero and wait for the decimal.

Camilla currently owns... 49%. I can't believe how close I was to selling to

Camilla. A lot of people sold. And now she only needs one more apartment and

she'll own 51 % of the building. Stop doing math.

We have to save our home.

What are we going to do? What am I going to do?

Loretta wants to move.

She's made an impossible amount of Pinterest boards for our future home

her seemingly endless delay at the airport.

She's still at the airport?

Loretta is coping with having lost everything in a fire. And if I tell her

don't want to start over, she's going to feel forced into a home that she didn't

want for the rest of her marriage. And I'm getting a divorce.

Well, if we lose the building, you don't have to worry about that.

Is anyone else thinking of selling?

I'll dig around.

Guy!

Camilla is throwing a ladies' night in the gaming parlor.

Ladies' night, perfect. We're saved.

I'm sorry, why is this perfect?

Ha, ha, ha.

Mabel doesn't understand the power of ladies' night because she doesn't have

lady friends. I'll explain it to her.

See, when the ladies get together without the gentlemen, they start

a bunch of hens. They drink and they talk about boys. Yap, yap, yap, yap,

yap, yap, yap, yap.

And you'll connect with Camilla on a new level, a female level.

She'll tell you everything. Does it?

Work that way? No. Also, how did we get this invite?

Oh, right. From my lady friend.

You should bring a party favor.

Matching personalized necklaces.

Yeah, I'll bring some tampons. Mabel, please don't swear.

I really thought we had made more progress than this.

If only you two were ladies.

Not to worry. You don't have to tootsie. I got this.

Tootsie is a movie where a guy... I don't care.

Hey, baby, are you still at Terminal 2?

Well, I lost my sense of self in Hudson News.

It seems like three years ago. But, yeah, my body is still in the airport.

Which brings me to a request.

Might you delay your return to New Zealand by one day?

Mabel's been invited to a murderous billionaire's ladies' night.

Mabel doesn't know the first thing about ladies' nights.

Oh, my God. Now they've canceled all.

They canceled all the international sites, so I'm on my way, okay?

What if we come at this from two directions?

Charles and I save the building by going door -to -door convincing people not to

sell. And the ladies get Camilla gabbing about murder on ladies' night.

Charles, an extremely rich and violent woman is not going to just start gabbing

with me because we're both women.

Fair point. But what if, as they say, you rosé all day her?

Okay. That was sexist.

But what if you bring a glam squad?

Women love to talk to their manicurist. Happens every time I go to my

manicurist. Look who I found.

Whoa, what is this duo?

What's up, ladies?

This is great.

I hadn't seen her since she arrested me for murder.

My plan is canceled. Her plan is canceled.

And I told her all about the thing. The plan and the ladies' night and

everything. And she said she wanted to come and help save the Arconia. Really?

No, I wanted to go on my fucking vacation.

Do you know I'm supposed to be in Cabo right now with my lady and my baby? This

would have been the first fucking time that we would have had a chance to get

away because that little shit was born. And I would have finally got a massage.

So you two are joining ladies night?

Yeah. Yeah.

Because I'll be damned if I get a call saying, oh my God, I couldn't get a

confession. I fucked up.

So I just said, you know what? Fuck, I'm going to be here myself and do what we

need to do.

Plus, I do know my way around the cart table.

What? That's a new twist. Oh, yeah. I worked at this bust out joint and I

learned how to cold deck. Cold deck?

What is that? Oh, yeah. Don't even worry about it. Let me do my job. So this is

what we're going to do.

I am going to get Camilla to get on this losing streak, right? And then we will

get that confession.

How will losing get her to confess?

It'll rattle her, put her on tilt.

What's tilt? Tilt is the emotionally unstable state a gambler enters after a

losing streak. They make bad decisions, like talking too much.

Well, I support a plan that involves something other than us all just having

uterus. I'm learning here that you're a card guy, is that right?

Yeah. When I was a kid, my mother would throw card games, and I was good at

magic and sleight of hand, so she'd have me deal, and I'd help her cheat. You

never mentioned you did magic.

Was that because it's embarrassing?

Oh, yeah.

So those nights I helped my mom win, I think that was probably the only time

ever showed me any real affection.

Well, there it is.

There is your addiction to sexy villains origin story.

See, you had a shady -ass mom who only gave you love when you helped her cheat.

So love only felt like love when it was, you know, coming from a criminal.

Oh, my God. I think that's right.

Yeah, that's right. Have you not been to a therapist?

Yeah, once.

Waste of time.

He said, you only hear things you want.

And then he told me a bunch of stuff I didn't even want to hear.

All right, let's get crack -a -lacking. So this is what we're going to do.

Maura, you're going to have the most difficult job of all.

I am going to deal you winning hands, and you are going to have to smile.

Nothing makes a loser crazier than everybody else happy and winning. Maybe,

let's see that smile.

Let's tease.

Okay, if that doesn't work, I have another idea for how to get Camilla to

confess. What if I talk to ghosts?

Uh -huh.

Um, say more about that.

Well, I've told you about my talents as a medium.

You sure haven't.

Surely you know about my first New York roommate, Celery Wisp.

I sure don't.

Celery. Celery was a psychic who worked out of our studio apartment, so I

absorbed a lot. And she told me that my natural intuition as an actor was

so good.

That I, too, have the gift.

Yeah. But I've never used it. Anyway, I was at the airport, and I saw this

magazine about Camilla.

And it turns out she is woo -woo to the point of cuckoo. But you aren't, he

asked, of interest.

Camilla believes that she is the reincarnation of her great -grandmother,

aristocrat brought by her pioneer husband to Nevada during the gold rush.

I read about this. It's why she wears the gloves. It's her grandmother's

signature accessory. Yes.

Yes. What if I just channel the spirit?

Certainly they can get her to talk.

You know?

Well, we really didn't know each other that well before we got married, did we?

I know. Fun, right?

Yeah.

Okay. We'll scooby -doo it. Boys upstairs, girls down.

I really hope this works because a lot of people are going to lose their home

without a plan for a second chapter like we have.

We are so lucky.

Okay, ladies, come on. It's time to go to Nasty Gal. Time to dress these ten.

Come on, boys.

Oh, yes, it's lady night.

And the feeling's right. Oh, yes, it's lady night. Oh, what a night.

Hey.

Hi, Rady.

Oh, guys, this is Brady, Cluster's wife.

What are you doing here?

Well, truthfully, I haven't slept since you told me my husband was murdered, and

I just want to help.

Perfect. Perfect, because we're on our way to confront your husband's murderer

right now. No, no, no, no, no, no. All we know is that she was there that night

and pulled a gun on us because she wants to turn our home into a casino. So

she's not not violent, but I... I'm coming. No, ma 'am. No. If this woman

there the night my husband was killed, I want to be there when she explains

herself. Right.

Okay. But we have to stay under the radar. Yeah. We are just some ladies at

game night.

Here, put this on.

This will make you look sparkly. Thank you. You missed our ladies shopping

montage. Sorry, sorry. Okay, you guys, let's just be really, really clear here,

okay? So with ladies night, right?

No tears, yes margarita.

All right?

Do you think you can do that?

Yeah. Go for it. Okay, okay. The

whole

floor is empty. It's

crazy. Let's try the next one up. Of course, if my psychic wife were here,

could tell us where to go.

Okay, be honest. Did I marry a woo -woo? Hey, you're still doing better than me.

Oh, Randall says come to the lobby. Oh, good. Maybe he's got to leave.

Why would I pick women like my mother? She was a mess. I've got a broken

Broke my picker once. Do not date an acrobat.

All right, ladies. No more fat.

Seven out.

Want to hit on that?

Come on, ladies.

Look at this place.

I was going to die taking care of.

I'm sorry, Rady, but we need to be fun.

Let's put up so that Camilla shows up. She won't know that we're together.

Where the hell did Williams go?

Oh, my God. Oh, my God. There's Jim Anderson.

I'm going to go quick and go see if she wants to be on burn unit as a sexy

orphan.

What a crack crew.

What do we do if Williams doesn't show up?

Oh, she showed up.

All right, ladies, hit them and kiss them.

The name of the game is My Age. 21!

Dude, why did you get the vet and where's the real dealer?

Uh, Chrissy's in a better place.

So I decided it might be better if I just deal, okay? So Maura, I need you to

remember, please do not grill this lady until I've shaken her up, okay? I don't

want her ditching the table. Remember, big win, celebration, smile.

Oh, hello, Ms. White. The number of game nights you people crash.

Well, I was on the list this time.

Are you with her?

No.

No, I'm all alone.

Miss, a margarita's for these strangers.

So, y 'all want a jacket black?

Fine. I'll take your money along with your home.

Let's play.

Mr. Savage, Mr. Putnam, Dr.

Stanley here also sold his apartment to Miss White. What? So Camilla owns 51 %?

Not yet. It's still an escrow. Closes tomorrow.

Which is at midnight. Tonight.

Unless he reconsiders. You can't sell. Your apartment will give a billionaire a

majority stake in our beloved Arconia. Which she is turning into a casino. A

casino?

Manhattan will become Atlantic City. Working people stripped of their

Seedy pawn shops. Exactly.

I'm a therapist.

That's a lot of new clients.

But what about your beloved Arconia?

It's not really my Arconia anymore. Most of the people I was close to have moved

out or were murdered.

Well, we're still here.

Say, why don't we all have a drink at Charles?

Just us building bros.

I've got a lot to get done. Well, what if we paid you? Oliver could definitely

use some therapy. Me?

Charles only dates his mother. Yeah.

Fun. Disturbing.

Hmm.

How about a little last day twofer?

There you go. All right, place your bets.

Good evening, everyone.

Salary, please.

Just in from Des Moines.

And oh my, I can feel the good fortune so whirling around this table.

Right.

Tough call, Ms. White.

You both.

Woo! This is ladies night. Yay!

Okay.

Split them. Okay.

No, no, I'm sensing you shouldn't do that. I can actually feel the carbs if

ever need my help.

Oh, no.

Listen, let the woman speak to the queen. She wants to speak to the queen.

wants to speak to the queen. You want to speak to the queen? Okay.

Oh, bust.

Listen to, um, Valerie.

Valerie. Oh, I'm 21.

I'm so lucky.

Everything about my life is so lucky.

Bust again.

Oh, don't worry about me.

Tonight, I'm a winner.

No matter how much I lose.

I should strangle you with this jaunty scarf.

Sitting there winning while my husband's in the cold ground.

We're gonna go.

I think it's time.

Of course she's yours.

Hey, I'm not done with you two.

Okay, let's go. We're going.

Poor woman.

Do you know what she was going on about?

No idea.

Place your bet.

I'm sorry, I couldn't be fun at ladies' night.

Oh, no, it's okay. It's not really my forte either.

Dean Lester's hat, after all.

You know what I wish was in here?

His old elevator crank.

Oh, yeah?

I assumed you had it.

No.

Okay, well, we'll add it to the list of things you need to find.

Hey, if you find a stray finger, I know a cute possible criminal who's looking,

but... Mabel, I've never heard you talk about a boy's finger before.

Who's this?

No. No, no, no, no. We are investigating a crime. I'm not going to talk about

boys just because it's ladies' night.

Oh,

bad luck again, Ms. White.

She's cheating.

Excuse me? What? She's double -dealing, I thought.

No wonder you keep losing.

She's lying. She's winning. Why would she lie?

Get her out of here.

Come with me.

I'm glad to know my luck hasn't gotten so bad after all.

If I may.

If you are open, I can sometimes be a bridge between two people who need

to say something to each other.

And I'm feeling that someone like that for you here.

It might be my great -grandmother.

She's in me.

Hello, Evangeline. Yes, I see. But not her.

It's someone different, a different person. Perhaps someone who made you

a martini.

Who wants to start?

First, talk about this move.

Listen, I was thinking of selling, but you don't leave your home just because

it's seen better days. You fix it.

Let's focus on you two.

Charles, there was mention of trouble around your romantic choices.

Would you say that's true of your current relationship?

Oh, no.

I'm married to a lady.

A crazy lady.

Hey, yo, Putnam, you need to check that wife of yours. Make sure she stay in her

lane, all right? I'm getting sick of all these weird -ass European accents. What

happened? Why are you dressed like a dealer?

Oh, well... Wait, what's happening?

We're in the middle of a therapy session.

Would you like to join?

Oh, yes.

Oh, yes, I, um... I think that'll make me feel better. Uh -huh.

So where were we? Charles want to fuck his mom. Okay, proceed from there.

Even though it is so crowded tonight, yes, I am sensing so many ghosts

in this room.

And yes, there is one here for you.

There she is, my big winner.

How's your night going, doll?

There's no other man on Earth who'd get away with calling you doll.

Well, he could call me doll any time.

Nicky, there's something you deserve to know.

Baddeed.

He's trying to build New York City's first official casino.

What? And then Flug got competitive and made his own bid to impress Daddy.

These dickwads, they play in my game.

Push me out of my city.

Over my dead fucking body.

It sounds like anyone who wants to build a casino here has to get rid of Nikki

first.

I have an offer for you. What if I buy enough of the Arconia to have a

controlling stake?

Would you want to expand?

Build a casino here that kept the spirit of old New York alive with wood and

brass and dress codes. The Velvet Room, just as it is. the VIP space forever.

We could do it.

Together.

Oh, you were sweet on him.

You know, this place is my wife's family's legacy. I

couldn't sell.

Oh, well.

Sounded like you and your wife might be separating.

Well, you know, we're going through a rough patch, but...

But I love her.

You know, they want me in the office.

Can we maybe talk about this later?

I want to start buying apartments.

In the Arconia.

To all of them.

Every time I would help her win, she would take me out to eat. And she would

me get an appetizer. And she never let anyone get an appetizer. And to get

something out of my mother that no one else could, that was the same feeling I

had when...

When Jan decided to kiss me instead of kill me. Sure.

Validation from someone reluctant to give it is gratifying. But is it serving

you? And sometimes Jan did try to kill you. But how does knowing why I chose

these women help me stop?

What romantic relationship are you jealous of?

Hmm? Now, don't get me wrong.

Jealousy is an underrated emotion.

Sometimes it is the very thing that we need to aim for something.

Well, honestly?

The relationship I'm most jealous of is Oliver and Loretta.

Really?

Even though I know nothing about her and I'm afraid to tell her where I want to

live? Well, that's not the relationship.

That's you being afraid.

I mean, you're basically an insecure guy who covers it with bravado. Oh, that

was very good. There we go.

Continue. Okay.

Fine.

I am afraid.

Oh, Mama.

I'm bad afraid.

Wow.

Admitting that, I do feel a weight off my shoulders.

I think you should tell Loretta how you feel.

Look at that. You're onto something beautiful.

Well, think about it, Grover. Right?

Will moving actually serve you?

Well, I think...

I feel.

I feel lonely and

insecure that even though it's my job to connect with

people that I don't actually know how.

You don't know how to, no. And I've been putting this on the building and maybe

it's really on me.

So, in fact, you selling your place would be... A mistake.

A mistake. I'm not going anywhere. I'm going to stay here with my friends. I'm

not going to run.

We did it. There you go.

It's 12 .15.

Eskimos closed.

Wait, so does that mean we're too late?

So, unless the ladies had better luck.

The Arconia is gone.

If it's any help, I'm not going to charge you for going over.

You had feelings for Mickey, but he was loyal to his wife. That would enrage

anyone, maybe even make them do something they regretted.

Didn't think I was this person.

You're not a bad person.

You just need to unburden yourself.

And we closed on the last apartment in two weeks.

Nikki, where have you been? The whole city's looking for you. Yeah, listen,

in, okay?

If my wife didn't want me to fuck her family legacy, she shouldn't have fucked

someone else.

What? So, are you splitting up?

How did you find out?

I saw her.

I saw them.

Who was it?

It was pathetic.

Come on, let's go make some money.

I'll get started.

We are going to build the world's most beautiful casino.

And then we're going to toast with two beautiful martinis.

You just tell me what you want me to do.

I need a private game.

Saturday night.

Just me and Bash and Flug.

We can do this together.

Soon.

Not that everything you wanted.

Fucking doorman.

Doorman? What doorman?

Doorman.

Ladies, night's over.

Lester loved it when he got a glimpse out these windows.

Bird's eye view.

And now I get it.

Oliver.

God.

Camilla got 51%. Our building is gone.

We lost our podcast.

We lost this building. I feel completely out of control in

every aspect of my life. I can't stop thinking about this dumb, rich

boy who may have killed or frozen a human.

Listen, if you murdered my husband, I say don't dig him.

It's fair.

But if he didn't, and I don't think you'd like him if he did, then maybe

try not to worry so much about being in control because not one of us,

not one of us is.

Not the poor wife of the doorman who died or the richest, most powerful

person in all the world.

And fighting that, that's where real misery comes from.

Good for you.

Rainy.

I still think that we can solve Lester's murder.

Would you like to see our box of clues?

I was hoping for a bigger box.

No, I'm so sorry. We're trying.

Oh, no. No, no, no, no, no.

Look.

Mr. Bird whistle.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Mabel, wonderful timing. What happened at ladies' night?

We talked about boys.

Yep, yep, yep. What are you talking about? Yep, yep, yep. The whole time

your boys' night, all you did was talk about ladies. So please. Turns out

Detective Williams is the best therapist I have ever had.

No, it was you. You were ready to hear.

I have been telling you what's wrong with you ever since day one.

But on a real note, guys, I really want to say I'm sorry about your home.

Hopefully, we'll ride us downstairs eliciting a murder confession via

fairy, and the Holy Ghost. No.

I didn't get a murder confession.

Well, that's okay.

Good try.

Listen, she's tough enough to crack.

But I did find out.

that Nicky's wife was having an affair, which he only just learned about in the

week that he went missing.

Also, Nicky and Camilla had partnered up to turn the Arconia into New York's

first casino.

Yeah, and Camilla had done that because she was in love with him.

Oh, and Camilla said, Fucking toy man.

So Lester might not have been killed for what he saw, but he might have. been

more involved.

That's amazing.

Are you actually psychic?

Well, you did it.

And it sounds like I'm gonna have a shit ton of work to do in the morning. But

you know what? No.

I'm gonna put into practice what you guys taught me today.

I'm gonna get a big or small lady to walk on my back for four hours straight.

And I also found this in Nikki's office.

Is that Lester's elevator crank? Oh, Jesus.

There's blood.

Did you just find the murder weapon?

Maybe. I love every new thing I've learned about you today. No notes.

Tell that to Jen Aniston. Do you know that she passed on being an arsonist in

our show?

Is she a little bit crazy, you think?

I went to therapy and they're forcing me to tell you something.

You don't want to move.

I told you I'm psychic.

Also, you didn't follow me back on Pinterest.

I'm sorry. I didn't tell you.

But it doesn't matter. It's gone anyway.

We'll make a new home.

You're going to save the day.

You're going to do it the same way you always do, by being smart and sharp

and...

Almost always by mistake.

Yes,

yes, yes.

Now I have to go back to New Zealand to make fake love to a phony fireman.

Take her home.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Rachel! We sent you something else. I got a notification on my... Oh, you're

here. I got a notification on my birding app.

that Lester's favorite bird was in the courtyard.

But it was me blowing Lester's whistle while I spoke on to Aunt Mabel.

Yeah.

Oh, it was ladies' night, Grandpa.

Now, that whistle activated the bird camera that Lester and I had set up that

gets turned on by birdsong. Okay, now it's pointed right at the fountain so it

catches the little buggers when they come in for a cold beverage.

A camera bash doesn't control? And it stores video.

All the... way back to the night my Lester died.

Can't see anything.

Can you make it bigger?

Can you rewind it more so we can see how he fell in? No, it only records after

Birdsong. I can't believe he kept blowing that whistle. He must have been

to make sure that the cameras were recording.

He wanted to make sure we saw this.

Some people wait their whole lives for luck. Wait a second. And it never comes.

What the?

When Camilla said that fucking doorman, she didn't mean Lester.

She meant Randall.

Some people get impatient.

And they do what it takes to get some luck for themselves.