All language subtitles for Elsbeth 03x05 Poetic Justice [2025-11-06 22-00] uswcbs HQ

The arts are under attack.

And we need your support now more than
ever.

It's not lost on me how lucky we are. I
mean, the fact that you left the pigeon

print such a generous bequest in your
will. It's a constant reminder

that the work I do matters.

That poetry is...

is life itself.

But I'm asking you today to consider
making an additional donation.

Well, I don't know, Gary.

It's kind of like how you don't know if
you can publish my epic poem with

annotations. Well, your epic poem is
extremely epic.

And I just don't know if we have the
room.

Then make room.

Quest for eternal spring or the blood
circus. It's my odyssey.

I am going to get it published if it is
the last thing I do.

I'm not getting any younger.

Oh, Dolores, don't say that.

I don't know.

Okay, what if I come over tomorrow?

And if you're willing to make a few
judicious cuts...

It could be perfect for our fall issue.

Here you are, madam.

Oh, thank you. That's so generous of
you.

No, you're paying.

I want another glass of Chablis.

Don't be an imbecile and forget the ice
cubes this time.

My paycheck bounced again.

I can't work for free. Can't? Let's
choose our words wisely.

How much did that outfit cost?

You are not allowed to ask me that. I'm
telling HR.

I am. HR. And if it helps, I'm not
taking a salary right now either. The

are under attack.

That doesn't mean you can take advantage
of me. No, no, I would never do that.

Look, not only are you the best
associate an arts administrator could

for, you're an integral culture maker
for the next generation.

I am?

Yeah. Yes, but jobs like yours don't
exist anymore if we don't raise the

Hey, maybe you could ask your parents to
make a donation.

I already told you I will never ask my
parents for money. You have an entire

dental floss empire.

It is my parents' empire, not mine, and
if you don't pay me soon, I'm leaving.

Okay, okay, look, um, I think things
might get better around here.

Dolores was coughing up a lung
yesterday.

And she still has that oxygen tank.

Between us, I don't think she'll last
much longer, especially with the way she

smokes.

Why did you cut this? Because you have
multiple other sections about your

mother's womb. This sequence needs a
hysterectomy.

Womb X is essential to the womb cycle.

It's where I felt the constraints of the
gestational sack.

You really remember that? It's a
metaphor.

I'm putting it back.

Muse only comes to me with cigarettes in
hand. Just like literary treasurer

Elizabeth Bishop.

I'm trying to work.

Hey, I've got to go to a meeting.

Have you thought any more about our
conversation? About the additional

No.

But I did have one other thought.

Will you take the trash when you leave?

Fred.

What are you doing here?

Oh, um...

Dolores Fine wrote this wonderfully
muscular epic poem that we're publishing

Tempo Wee's fall issue.

You made fun of me for publishing
Dolores in pigeon print. Yes, it got

me. No, I'm not over it. And I apologize
for that, but now I see. Hers is a

singular voice.

Oh, cut the crap. You're trying to pooch
her. She came to me.

You're dragging your feet, so I jumped
in.

If you want to talk more, come to our
benefit on Friday.

Tumbleweed can afford to comp you in.
What does that mean?

How are we done, Fred?

Fred.

So, you're looking for an accountant.

Well, I asked Dolores to put us in touch
for a different reason, but I

understand other organizations are
asking my generous friend for support.

I'm afraid they don't have the best of
intentions.

Gary. I can't say if my client is
planning on changing her will when I see

next week.

But, knowing what I know, if I were you,
I'd look for alternative sources of

funding.

I haven't been able to stop thinking
about the womb cycle.

I was wrong to reject any cuts.

Yeah, I told you. I think you should
make the gestational sac section longer.

Can you pull it up?

Oh, shoot.

I'm supposed to be at a benefit right
now. But you should keep writing,

Let the fires of inspiration consume
you.

Why are you actually here?

Well, just because we both run literary
journals doesn't mean that we have to be

enemies. Now, where is that silent
auction table?

What do you want, Gary?

I was sleeping.

It's literally 6 p .m.

Literally, 95, I get tired.

Oh, I thought you were a real poet like
Elizabeth Bishop.

I am.

Then why are you giving up?

You said yourself that you're not
getting any younger. Don't you want to

that genius as you live and breathe?

Yes, I was just on the phone with my
beloved friend, Dolores Vine, and the

suddenly went dead.

I tried calling her back, but she's not
picking up. Can you do a welfare check,

please?

Too

late

again.

Marissa! Oh, my God!

Wow, it's been years.

I know. Crazy.

I knew you were in New York, but I have
to know everything.

Except where to get a miniature hot dog
in time. Oh, here, take it.

Oh, no, you. I've eaten way too many of
these this benefit season.

Yeah, I hear every season is benefit
season now, considering all the cuts in

funding to everything.

That's why you should vote for my guy,
Alec Bloom.

He wants to make the city affordable for
everyone, including non -profit

workers. You talking about me?

Of course I'm talking about you. It's
all I do. Oh.

Straighten your tie. So, you're
Marissa's guy.

How cute.

Oh, no, not like that. I'm Alex's
campaign manager.

I am perpetually single, much to
Marissa's dismay. We need the female

the women of New York tend to mistrust
attractive men who aren't partnered up.

They've caused too much damage. Wait, I
thought you were a lawyer now. Yeah,

that was when the law still existed. Now
I'm following in my father's conniving

footsteps. How do you two know each
other? Oh, uh, Chicago.

We had some good years together.

Okay. Let's go through your speech. I've
made some edits.

But I'm so hungry. Oh, take this.

But that's yours. No, no, no. I insist.
I love a good New York dog, but I still

miss the ones in Chicago.

I recognize a true connoisseur.

Tell you what. Split this one with me,
and then tell me you still miss Chicago.

Okay.

Okay.

I don't miss Chicago.

Am I crazy or am I sensing a vibe here?

What? No.

Uh -huh.

Okay, we gotta go.

So nice to see you, Elsbeth. I hope you
enjoyed meeting the future mayor of New

York. Oh, bye.

That Alec Bloom is quite charming, isn't
he?

He's something, all right. And here I
was thinking you were my date.

Platonically, of course. Yes.

Well, that's how I feel about him, too.

I just met the man. I don't even know if
I want to be his friend. Elspeth

Tassioni, are you blushing?

No. Don't.

I'm just excited because I ran into a
friend from the good old days.

Enjoy. Here we go.

Another benefit, another droopy salad
followed by unseasoned chicken.

If you're sitting in this room, you
don't need me to tell you how important

Coalition for Unhoused Children is.

You already know.

You may have read that I was unhoused,
too, when I was a kid.

I don't want to dwell on it because my
parents did their best.

I just want you to know how much I
actually mean it when I say we must make

city affordable again for everyone.

enjoying your unseasoned chicken, Dr.
Jablonski.

It might be fish, but who can tell?

It's so nice running into you. I have to
come to these things all the time for

work, but your generosity is inspiring.

Oh, and I've been meaning to send you my
condolences.

You were so good to Dolores Fine.

An oxygen tank explosion.

What a way to go.

I was on the phone with her when it
happened.

I heard her light a cigarette, and then
this loud...

Terrible boom. The police must have
talked to you for hours.

No, no, not really. They knew it was an
accident. Who knew it was an accident?

Some cop.

Oh, pardon me. I'm being rude. This is
my friend, Elizabeth Tassione. She works

on a consent decree with the NYPD, which
may explain her curiosity.

Gary is director of the Pigeon Print.
His journal maintains impeccably high

standards, which is why I sit on the
board.

Did this Dolores Fine?

Sit on the board, too? No, no, but she
was a big supporter.

She was a chronic smoker, despite having
an oxygen tank with her at all times.

She must have forgotten to close the
valve.

I always thought that I would lose her
to cigarettes, but not like this.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I should make
the rounds. Go, go, go.

I feel awful.

I always suspected that Dolores never
actually used her oxygen tank.

What do you mean?

Well, the regulator gauge was always
full.

I told so many people she only used it
to get corner tables in restaurants.

You're a doctor.

You know oxygen tanks.

What if you weren't?

Captain, this is the coverage on Dolores
Fine from last week. I think they ruled

this an accident way too fast.

Uh -huh. According to the article,
Dolores' net worth was rumored to be

of $200 million, and she had no children
or heirs.

Uh -huh. So a lot of people must have
wanted to get their hands on her money.

Yeah, sure.

If Dr. Jablonski was right and Dolores
didn't even use her oxygen tank, then I

think it's highly unlikely that she...

accidentally remove the valve.

Captain!

I'd like to look into this further, but
I need a detective.

Rivers, get over here.

Yes, sir.

You're going on this case with Ellsman.

But, Daddy, we were about to go to
lunch.

Eat a sandwich in the car.

Yes, sir.

What is the case?

How often do you think oxygen tanks just
blow up by themselves? Not very often,

right? Literally all the time.

Yeah.

But I respect your opinion.

Not only as a woman in the workplace,
but as mandated by the consent decree.

Okay. Can you dig into the accident
report? I'm going to go pay a visit to

one.

Elvis. Marissa. I'd love to run an idea
by you. I love ideas. I think Alec might

have a woman problem, electorally
speaking.

You mentioned that, but what does that
have to do with me? I think you two

should have dinner.

I can get you into Via Corota, corner
table, followed by orchestra seats to

O'Mary. Oh, boy.

Um, look, that, uh, that does sound like
a lot of fun, but I'm just not really

looking to get into a relationship.

Is this even coming from Alec? I'm in
the driver's seat when it comes to

meetings, policy moves, and overall
image.

Isn't that everything?

You two seem to hit it off, and he's
pretty charming, right? Did you know

former fire marshal?

Oh, Lord.

It's more than that. Your consent decree
is kind of a magic bullet to position

him well on policing for the electorate.
He wants to see how the system can be

changed from within.

What do you say?

Um, I am and might say yes to new
friends, Ira. Perfect.

I'll set a date. Okay. Read your text
promptly.

Thank you.

Oh, uh, can I, uh, help you with that?

Oh, no, you're fine.

Oh, just rethinking that furniture way
in here.

Excuse me, and you are? Uh, Elsbeth
Tassioni. I'm here to see Gary. I'll

you in.

I'm Hannah Lee, the associate director.

Do associate directors of prestigious
literary journals always move around

furniture by themselves?

The arts are under attack.

And I'm happy to help.

Especially because I just got a raise.

Wow, it is so impressive that you have
the resources to redecorate and

give raises, especially in this current
landscape.

The arts are under attack.

So I heard.

But we're lucky to have generous and
loyal donors.

Like Dolores Fine?

Elsbeth, right?

You work with the NYPD?

It's my job to make sure that the police
do their job.

And I just want to confirm they did
their due diligence with your friend.

Do you remember what you two were
talking about on the phone the night she

Poetry.

Dolores was a poet herself.

That's why she was so invested in our
press.

We lost a great talent.

Oh, did she always write in this cute
little nook?

She liked to sit in the same spot.

There was her cigarette, like Elizabeth
Bishop, an important poet and Pulitzer

winner.

Dolores seemed so impressive.

Except for the smoking part. Cigarettes
were...

An unfortunate part of her writing
process.

You seem to know a lot about that.

I was her editor.

Oh, did you edit in this little nook?
Always.

That's what she wanted.

Not everyone is so generous with their
time for the elderly.

I bet you were the only other person who
spent time in that apartment.

No, actually, Dolores had visitors all
the time. I ran into Fred Harrison

Fred runs a struggling literary journal,
Tumbleweed.

Well, that has benefited the night of
the accident.

That's kind of you, too, especially
since you and Fred must compete for the

donors. Well, we have to stick together.
There's so few of us left who really

appreciate the art of poetry.

Yeah, I'm not well -versed in it. Ha
-ha!

No pun intended.

But someone once read Keats out loud to
me, and it made me cry.

Keats can do that. Dolores, too. I bet.

You devoted all these pages to her. She
must have been a literary genius.

Hey, can you read some of her work out
loud to me?

Oh, poetry lives on the page. But I love
to hear the music

of the words. And since you love her so
much, I'm sure you'll do her justice.

How about the one called Nipples of the
Sea?

The cerulean azure waves crash into the
creamy

solar plexus of my eyes that are also

a screaming mirror shattered.

A pussy willow bleeds on the moon.

Or is it a wolf?

Things can be true.

Okay. But don't Cerulean and Azure both
mean blue? And

why is the pussy willow wolf bleeding on
the moon?

Is she hurt?

Why is it even called nipples of the
sea?

It's a metaphor.

Are you sure?

I studied with Jory Graham at Harvard.

Do you know who that is?

Respectfully, I don't. I'm sorry, but if
you can't feel the visceral catharsis

of Dolores' art, that's on you.

Wow. I guess you're right.

Can I take this with me? I feel like I
need to read more of her work and

myself. There's hope for you yet.

Great.

Thanks, sir.

A pussy willow bleeds on the moon.

Or is it a wolf?

Both things can be true.

Oh, yeah, this is terrible.

I knew it.

Cerulean and Azure both mean blue. Yeah.
And why is both things can be true in

all caps? And why is it even called?

nipples of the sea. Nobody knows.

I knew Dolores' poetry was bad.

Gary made me feel so stupid about it.

Well, clearly money was the only reason
he published her. And maybe the reason

he killed her.

Well, as you said, a lot of people were
after her estate.

Are there no other suspects?

Well, Gary did conveniently mention
someone named Fred.

who came to the apartment.

Sir, I spoke to the maitre d' at Satina.
Oh, that's the restaurant Dolores went

to a lot. Yeah, I was getting to that.

But I value your perspective, Elspeth,
because I believe all women... Has HR

updated their training since 2017?

I like it. Okay, so anyways, he
confirmed that Dolores always got the

table. and she would come in because her
oxygen tank was so big. It was the only

table that could accommodate it. Did he
ever see her use it? No.

I also checked with the pharmacy. Even
though she was prescribed oxygen in

there is no record of her ever refilling
it. So Dr.

Yablonski was right.

She only used the oxygen tank for show.
And I spoke with the fire marshal, and

he sends his best to you, Elizabeth.

He said it takes several hours for
oxygen to saturate the air, even in an

enclosed space with no ventilation.

Like Dolores' writing nook. Which means
Gary Pigeon could have loosened that

valve hours before Dolores sparked an
explosion, knocking down his alibi. Not

fast. All the information is good, but
it doesn't lead to murder if you can't

prove that the oxygen tank was tampered
with.

And Dolores Fine was a very elderly
woman. Why hasten her death?

The arts are under attack.

An oxygen tank exploded?

This case is how dangerous.

Is it hard for your loved ones to deal?
My son, Teddy, is the strongest person I

know. And your husband?

Oh, they're so divorced. Long before I
started this work.

Boyfriend? He, um, he had a hard time. I
mean, not about this. It was a long

-distance thing.

Hey. You're that guy running for mayor.

I'm not voting for you, but is there any
way I can get a selfie?

I'll take the photo if you tell us why
you aren't voting for Alec. Well, I work

for the MTA.

How is he going to run that with no
experience?

I hear that.

And if I knew me as little as you knew
me, I'd probably vote for the other guy,

too. Hell, knowing me as well as I do, I
might still vote for the other guy. But

here's the thing.

I do have experience.

I slept on the F train on cold winter
nights when I was a kid when I didn't

a home.

There was this conductor named Pete that
always by me said... Wait a minute,

Pete?

I think I know him.

Hey, you gotta tell us to Pete then.
This is on Alec, but it's not a bribe,

to be clear.

To Pete.

To Pete.

So, can we count on your vote?

Yeah, we might be screwed either way,
but you're the better choice,

psychologically.

We'll take it.

You are so good at that.

Both of you. I just keep telling him to
be authentic.

And I authentically love talking to New
Yorkers. Oh, me too.

I love this city. The people, the
subway, Central Park, Times Square.

Ew. Hey.

Times Square rules. That's where the
Lion King is. I love the Lion King. I've

seen the Lion King four times.

Me too.

I'm empowering a Philistine.

Wait, have you been on the hip -hop bus
tour? Love it.

Have you been to the restaurant with the
waiter's crew and musical members?

Yes. Do you know Cooper? He came to my
housewarming party. I love Cooper the

singing waiter. I'll take Manhattan.

The Bronx and Staten Island too.

Do you really like all these things as
much as I do?

How do I know you're not being
Clintonian?

Alec is the real deal. I wouldn't be
here if he wasn't.

And I can prove it.

Here's Alec in front of the Lion King
marquee in four different outfits.

Here's him on the hip -hop tour bus.

And here he is getting serenaded by
Cooper at brunch last month.

Gosh, I wish it was always this easy to
prove things.

You want some free advice? Always keep a
record.

Dolores Fine was wined and dined by
every non -profit organization in New

Oh, I always wondered if the juice was
worth the squeeze.

Meaning what?

She never gave any money? No, not once.
Not even to Gary?

I doubt it. But it was widely known she
planned to leave Pigeon a large sum in

her will.

That's why I felt surprised to see Gary
at my benefit.

We had a little fight a few days before
where he accused me of trying to poach

her. Well, were you trying to poach her?
I wasn't trying. I did.

I made an offer to publish her epic poem
with annotations, and in exchange, she

offered to change her will.

Sadly, she passed a week before going to
her accountant to seal the deal.

So why would you kill Dolores when you
needed her to stay alive a week longer?

Exactly. Did Gary know about this?
Discretion is important in our business,

you know, I'm sure I did the math.

I must have made him mad. Oh, honey,
we're all mad.

The arts are under attack.

Nobody buys books anymore.

Ooh, it all feels hopeless.

But Gary didn't seem hopeless.

Last time I saw him, he was redecorating
his office.

Yeah, you're right.

He was in such a great mood the night of
my benefit. He even bid 12K on a trip

to the left bank in Paris, and he won.
How did he afford that?

He must have been expecting some money
to come in.

Hey, I went to a benefit, too, and the
silent auction was all done

digitally. On people's phones.

Do you have time stamps for when all the
bids were placed?

Why, hello.

Heard you were going on a trip.

But how are you buying such expensive
luggage when the arts are under attack?

Are you following me?

Hannah told me where you'd be shopping.

Oh, how thoughtful of her. But no, I'm
not shopping. I'm just browsing to...

Clear my head in between applying for
grants. How can I help you? How's Beth?

Oh, I was wondering if I could see your
phone.

You told the police that you called
Dolores back after the line went dead.

if that's the case, then that would be
on your call log, right? Well, I guess

you'll just have to take my word for it.
Unless you have a warrant?

I thought you'd say that. Which is why I
got Dolores' phone

record. And I won't take your word for
it because you didn't call her back, and

I think that's because you knew she was
dead.

I didn't call her back because I was
waiting for her to call me back. And

she didn't, I knew that something was
wrong, and I thought a little poetic

license would get the cops' attention a
little faster.

Hmm.

That's very considerate of you, but...

Fred said that you bid on a luxurious
left bank vacation at his silent

You talked to Fred? And according to the
bidding timestamp, you did that minutes

after Dolores' time of death.

Everyone knew she was leaving you
something big in her will, and it seemed

you were sure that payday was coming
when you offered up that 12K.

This is so vulgar.

I loved Dolores for her artistic spirit.

I wasn't thinking about her money that
night, just her well -being. Now, if

you'll excuse me, I have to get back to
work. And talking about this accident is

really upsetting.

I am not so sure it was an accident.

Dolores didn't use her oxygen tank
except to get the best tables at nice

restaurants.

Are you sure?

She never refilled the prescription.

We have to find out who did this.

Even though proving someone tampered
with an oxygen tank when Dolores died

tragically alone sounds incredibly
difficult.

Difficult, but not impossible.

Well, best of luck, Elspeth. What a
tragedy.

I'm just so thankful that I can lean on
my community in times like this. Oh,

yes. You all seem so supportive of each
other and not cutthroat or competitive

at all.

Oh, hey, maybe I'll see you at the
reading of Dolores as well.

They're always public.

Up to this moment, I've been the only
person who's had access to all of

financial records.

This won't take long.

I, Dolores Drusilla Fine, being of sound
mind, to bequeath something to help the

pigeon print survive for generations to
come.

My unpublished poetry.

But that's not all.

I also leave the amount of...

$413 .17.

Less accounting fees.

The gift of her words is so much more
than I

could have ever imagined.

What about the rest of her estate?

I'm sorry.

That's it.

There's nothing else.

That's all she had.

And her apartment?

It was rent -controlled.

She paid $250 a month, and she could
only afford it because she had all of

paying for her meals.

Well, Gary didn't get any money, so
there goes your motive.

But he thought he would.

I won't try proving that.

What is this? I dug up some photos of
oxygen tank explosions. Notice how some

the victims have discoloration on the
fabric of their sleeves. Why would that

be? No, I mean, what is this?

Mysterious redhead.

Isn't that you?

You and Alec Bloom?

We met.

What?

We talked.

That's all. We had a nice time at the
thing.

Can we focus on Gary and not Alec?

Please? Are you saying this because
you're deflecting or because you're that

sure he did it?

Both things can be true.

Why

did

you fire Hannah?

I saw her leaving with a box of her
things.

I had to let go of Hannah because of
unexpected budget cuts.

As in, you expected to get money and
Dolores' will, and you didn't? Actually,

I've been diving into the unpublished
works of Dolores.

It's been the only thing inspiring me in
these hectic and dark times.

I know what you mean. I read this cover
to cover, and I was so moved

that I wrote some poetry of my own.

Do you think that you could give me some
feedback?

I would love to be published by you. And
you must be looking for new donors.

Sure.

Elsbeth, read it to me. Really?

Wow.

This is called Emotional Hole, and that
is with a W.

Father.

Father.

Father. Father.

Father.

Father. Father.

Father. Father.

Shoe -whack.

Mouth.

Saddam Hussein.

That was terrible.

Don't sugarcoat it. I want to learn. It
gestures to Sylvia Plath in a way that

makes me want to put my head in an oven.
It lacks any technique or structure

or emotional resonance. And frankly,
your voice is the word salad of a

So you hate it?

So much.

And how dare you?

Dangle your support as a way to get
yourself published by my press.

I have standards. Do better.

It's very interesting because I actually
didn't

write that poem.

Dolores did.

She submitted it to Fred at Tumbleweed.

You lied.

Just used a little poetic license.

You were expecting something in that
will, Gary. That is the only reason you

would publish a voice that you hated so
much.

Well, who cares if I hated it?

The entire point of my job as the
director of a non -profit is to keep it

So you lied.

I was cultivating. I was trying to
encourage Dolores to donate to a worthy

cause. But that doesn't mean that I
killed her. It means that I debased

in service to that goal. Why?

Because this world doesn't care about
the finer things.

Because this world doesn't understand
non -profit. Because profit is the only

thing this world cares about.

Gary, what's happening in your field is
awful. It really is.

But I know that somebody tampered with
that oxygen tank.

And there must be some way to prove it.

I'm sorry about the misunderstanding in
the paper, but that's the press.

Yeah, but maybe when you get a chance,
you can clarify to the press that we're

not an item. Um, I'm afraid not to know.

The New York View hasn't endorsed us,
but they love gossip.

Mysterious Redhead is a good story for
our campaign.

But I don't want to be the Mysterious
Redhead.

I have important work to do.

Marissa, we've known each other a long
time. I thought I was your friend. I

don't want to be a story or a pawn.

I'm sorry.

You're right.

I don't want to be that person.

Don't worry. We'll take care of it.

Phew. Glad we got that out of the way.
Now we can relax.

Oh, want to see if Cooper's singing
tonight?

That sounds like fun, but there's
something else I wanted to talk to you

As a candidate?

As a former fire marshal.

Hey, Steve.

I'm here to pick up a box Dolores left
for me. Oh, yeah.

You know, I read some of it.

There's a lot going on there.

Sure is.

Beautiful. Thanks. So, I guess they're
investigating this as a homicide now.

What? How do you know?

Red -headed woman who works with the
NYPD came by the other day to look

these. Said that she was getting a
warrant to check the clothes of anybody

went into Dolores' apartment the day of
the explosion.

Something about how oxygen discolors
fabric.

I gotta go.

I need my tweed jacket.

Ticket, please.

My assistant has it, but I had to fire
her so she's not speaking to me. No, my

problem. I need you to find it now.

This is what it looks like.

Please, I'm begging you.

I don't see it.

Listen to me.

My life depends on me finding that
jacket. Do you understand?

If the wrong people get their hands on
it, my life, my press, is over.

Your jacket isn't here, Gary.

Hannah gave us the ticket so we could
send it to the lab for testing. What

Why does my jacket need testing?

Because you murdered Dolores Fine after
you found out you were losing her to

tumbleweed. That's not true.

Dolores was important to me. Only
because you thought you were in her will

you killed her before she could change
it.

You still think I tampered with Dolores'
oxygen tank. I was at Fred's benefit

the night she died. Remember?

I couldn't have killed her.

And have been on the phone with her.
That just means that you left before she

lit a cigarette.

Oxygen can take hours to saturate the
air.

When you called her back later that
night, though, she picked up alive.

And that's when you coaxed her into her
writing nook. This is preposterous. As

her editor, you knew if you could just
get Dolores to write.

she would make her way to that same
spot, light up, and boom.

But if it weren't for a certain former
fire marshal telling me how oxygen

discolors the fibers on fabric, I never
would have thought to check the sleeves

of your tweed jacket.

Oh, by the way, I'm the one who told
Steve, the doorman, to tell you about

warrant because...

I really need to get you here so that I
could read you this little poem that I

actually wrote.

Okay.

The sleeves of your jacket are faded,
but they are supposed to be

flatted.

Just admit it, pal.

You opened the valve, and Dolores fell
for the trap you baited.

Just because it sort of rhymes doesn't
mean it's poetry.

And your meter is a mess.

Oh, yeah, that may be true.

But, Gary, the discoloration on your
sleeves proves that your jacket was

to oxygen when you... tampered with the
tank.

Oh, Dolores was torturing me for years.

And she didn't even have any money.

I'm glad I killed her.

May, could we please have Gary's jacket?

Wait, what's going on here? I thought
you said my jacket was at the lab.

Oh, sorry. That was poetic license.

As was the warrant.

Pure oxygen can discolor fabric when
it's exposed to cleaning supplies.

But Dolores never cleaned her oxygen
tank because she never used it. So, as

can see...

Your jacket's fine.

Too bad you already confessed, though.

Gary Pigeon, you are under arrest for
the murder of Dolores Fine.

You know, maybe you would have realized
that I was bluffing if you knew more

about chemistry.

But science is under attack.

What's going to happen to the pigeon
print?

I mean, Gary may have been a murderer,
but the press was...

A literary treasure.

Oh, it lives on. Their Instagram
announced that Hannah Lee is taking over

director, thanks to a special endowment
from Lee Dental Floss.

Hey.

Ready for lunch?

Oh. You know, Captain, Detective Rivers
really listened to me, and he backed me

up this time.

That's my man. Sounds like the results
of mandatory HR training to me.

Hey, I wanted to run something by you.
Oh, yeah, I wanted to run something by

you, too.

Why hasn't Alec made a statement saying
that he and the mysterious redhead are

just friends?

Because I won't let him.

Don't tell Alec, but I'm the one who
leaked the photos in the first place.

You? I said I didn't want to be that
person.

Turns out I am that person.

I need you to listen to me carefully.
It's super important that you don't make

any moves or talk to anyone about this
unless I tell you to.

Elizabeth Tassioni, the future of New
York is in your hands.