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ELLIOTT:
"His student

"in the short skirt--
couldn't remember her name--

"appeared during office hours

"that afternoon.

"'You looked up my skirt,'
she said.

(scattered gasps, exclamations)

"'What are
we gonna do about it?'

"How dare she?

"He was a distinguished
member of the faculty,

"for God's sakes.

"And this Lisa--
yes, that's it--

"would not be satisfied
until he was...

"...dismembered.

"How had he arrived here,

"from walking home from school

"to his mother's embrace

"and a tuna fish sandwich

"on perfectly toasted toast...

"...to this horror?

"Well, of course

"he had looked up her skirt.

"But, you know,
was that a choice?

"In that moment, he knew

"she had
complete power over him.

"And he knew that he was,

"maddeningly,

"absurdly...

...in love with her."

-(audience chuckles)
-BARNEY: Sixteen books

in 18 years.

Well, that includes, uh,
a collection of my essays.

Oh, such modesty.

(audience laughs)

A new novel by Elliott Pope
is a major event,

especially in
our mutual hometown

of Massapequa,
which has featured prominently

in many of your books.

I'm sure that's
just a coincidence.

You ever go back?

Only in my work.

Well, everyone there
is very proud,

even if they're afraid
that you're going to write

your next "metafiction
roman à clef" about them.

You know, I never write about
anyone in particular.

I write what I write.

And it has worked out for you.

After those early,
smutty bestsellers,

you have become an institution,

winning prizes and raves
from everyone

except me,

but that is because
I have recused myself.

I don't read reviews, Barney,
but it is nice to know

that if I did,

I wouldn't even have
the option to read yours.

Well, that's
probably for the best.

(laughs)

BARNEY:
Back through here.

My God.

I know, it's gotten out of hand,

but I know where everything is.

Oh, hey, would you
like to sign some books?

-I'm not in the mood.
-Ah.

ELLIOTT:
Oh. Is that a rat?

BARNEY:
Oh, Templeton.

Smart little guy,
can't catch him.

Bev keeps threatening
to call the health department.

Hey, tonight was great.

It was an honor just being on

that stage with you.

(soft chuckle)

Then, um,

why did you have to
spew all that, uh,

"metafiction
roman à clef" garbage?

It diminishes my work.
It's saying,

uh, I don't make things up.

Don't be so touchy.

What's wrong--
is the writing not going well?

-Uh...
-What are you working on?

That's none of your business.

Oh, come on.
Are you stuck?

You know, I could be helpful.
I'm not a total idiot.

Barney, you're a critic.

Who doesn't review your books.

Let me read what you're
working on. Please, as a fan.

-It's not ready.
-Well, maybe not for the world,

but for me?

Come on.
It would give me so much joy.

To be the first person
to read a new Elliott Pope?

Wow.

You're laying it on
a little thick.

It's true.
Elliott,

I'm begging you.

It would mean so much
that you trusted me.

Well... it's still in longhand.

So, if you lose the manuscript,

I will kill you.

(laughs)

ELLIOTT:
Edgar Bishop walked up Madison,

past the fresh-faced girls

leaving the Dalton School,
as was his habit.

His thoughts kept returning to
the little man in the bookstore.

Two months and still not a word.

Not one word.

(Barney chuckling)

Oh, uh... (mouthing)

Let me get you a bag.

There you go.

WOMAN:
Thank you.

(chuckles softly)

Yes, I'm sure they'll just
fly off the shelves

-when they're
arranged like this. (chuckles)
-Yeah.

I'm glad you're here.
I want to show you something.

I took this out of my

safe deposit box today.

I have to sell it to

cover some debt.

Rent went up again.

This is tough stuff for Forster.

Not effeminate like the others.

That's a first edition
Howards End

from
Henry James' private library.

Well, we think so.

The proof is iffy.

Let me get you a drink.

I hate to part with it,
but if I don't,

I'll have to let Bev in
on the state of our finances.

Oh.

Oh, uh, yeah, I, uh,

sensed some awkwardness,

and I assume it's because

I... I never called you

about your manuscript.

I read it.

I mean, how much
do you want me to say?

I don't want you
to say anything.

I didn't even want you to
read it in the first place.

Y...
I don't care

what you think at all.

Oh, thank you.
Thank you.

Why are you thanking me?

For not making me
give you my notes.

I'm so tired of the sound of

my own voice,
pompously pointing out

flaws in people's work.

Flaws. What...

Come on.
What flaws?

I thought
you didn't want to know.

Okay, well, now I'm interested,
so go ahead.

-Come on, tell me.
-You sure?

W... Well, uh,

where to start?
(short chuckle)

Uh, you know, it's just another

sad, masturbatory exercise,

steeped in misogyny

and casual cruelty. Once again,

you have strip-mined the lives

of the good
people of Massapequa--

I recognized every one of them--

for filthy lucre.

And all but your sainted mother

and her tuna sandwiches

are subjected
to your snide disapproval.

Honestly, every

impeccably-crafted sentence

made me want to vomit.

Hmm.

Well...

thank you, Barney.

I value your opinion.

The way I would

value the opinion

of a loser want-to-be

of no literary importance.

A man who sells and criticizes

books he wished he had written,

but all the while
knowing he is incapable

of holding anyone's interest

because his life, like his mind,

is completely worthless.

(chuckles)

(laughs)

-Ah...
-Maybe so,

my old friend,

-maybe so.
-I'm sorry. You know,

it's-it's the people
who know us best

whose bad opinions
hurt the most, so forgive me.

Oh, I deserve every bit of it.

Oh...

You still want me
to sign some books?

(short chuckle)

Of course.

Oh!

Elliott!

Elliott, please.

Help. Help.
(grunting)

Elliott,

doesn't our friendship
mean anything to you?

How much do you want me to say?

No!

No, no, no!

No, Elliott.

(shouts)

ELLIOTT:
"Edgar Bishop knew

"his life wouldn't change much

"after the death of his friend.

"Was that even the word?

"Acquaintance? More like

"a mirror.

"For Marty Roper
could always show him

"who he really was.

He would miss
the son of a bitch."

-(gentle laughter)
-FRED: Now, the character of

Marty Roper does bear
a passing resemblance

to a mutual
acquaintance of ours.

Yep, Barney Corman.

Now, for those of you
who don't know,

Barney Corman was a critic
who owned Barney's Books,

and who died tragically
a year and a half ago,

crushed by his own bookcases.

-(audience murmurs)
-Oh, my God.
-You know, I remember

hearing from his wife, Bev,
who mentioned that

you were devastated
when she called you.

I mean, you know,
who wouldn't be?

Did you know immediately

you wanted to write about it?

Well, no, 'cause,
you know, I haven't.

I mean, yes, Barney's death,

uh, did spark my imagination,
you know, at some level,

but, you know, I'm not
interested in parsing out,

you know, what's true
and just pure invention.

That's been a constant
in your career, hasn't it?

People asking
what's made up, what isn't?

-Yeah, it's irritating.
-(laughing)

And I just did it.
Bad Fred.

All right, let's open it up

-to some questions.
-ELSBETH: Oh.

Oh!

-Yes?
-Me?

-Mm-hmm.
-SHERYL: Uh, hi,

I'm Sheryl Jacobs.
Um, I'm actually an author, too.

My book Unwell On My Way

is out in paperback...

-What is your question?
-SHERYL: Sorry.

I'm a little nervous.

Um...

-such a fan...
-Again, your question?

I forgot what it was.

-Oh, no, wait,
my friend has one.
-Oh.

-Yeah. Right?
-Okay.

Um, hello. Hi.

Uh, hi, Fred.

-Oh.
-(laughs)

Um, I was just curious
about the way Marty dies

in the avalanche.

I was surprised when
he went on that ski trip.

He wasn't very athletic.

Well, you know, uh,
character is often, uh, revealed

through contradiction.

But the narrator, Edgar,

says that his
and Marty's eyes meet

just before he dies.

That doesn't seem possible.

-How do you mean?
-Well, I mean, if they were

actually that close,

then both of them
would have been killed

by the falling snow.

You're reading it wrong.

Oh, okay.

It's just,
it says their eyes meet,

so...

And Eddie is really you,

-isn't he?
-FRED: Okay,

let's move on to the next
question. Uh, yes,

-over here.
-Thank you.

WOMAN:
Over here.

SHERYL:
To Sheryl.

Thank you.

Could I

give you a copy of my book, too?

It would mean so much to me.

Sorry, life is finite.

Oh. Oh-oh...

No, I understand.

Hi.
It's for

Elsbeth. With a "B."
(chuckles softly)

Elsbeth with a "B."

That's right.

I'm sorry
if my question seemed rude.

I'm actually so impressed with

how vividly you imagined
that death scene,

because, of course, you weren't
there when your friend died.

No, I read it in the paper,

like everybody else.

I thought Fred said

you got a call
from Barney's widow,

and that's how you found out.

Yes, and then
I read the details.

Yeah, a word of advice.

You focus so much
on unimportant details,

you lose the deeper meaning.

You can't read my books

like they're Agatha Christie
murder mysteries.

Who said anything
about a murder mystery?

I've met that woman before.

-She's pretty kooky.
-Yeah.

Hard to believe
she works with the police.

(softly): I know, I heard
you telling him.

-Hi.
-(clears throat)

(chatter continues indistinctly)

* *

Ooh. Elliott Pope?
Now, that man can write.

So you've read his books?

Uh, yeah, one or two.

-You mean the early dirty ones.
-Hey, now.

Just because Pope's books
were somewhat explicit

doesn't detract from
their literary merit.

My older brother gave me
a copy of Couch Liar

when I was 12, saying it would
put hair on my chest.

I still don't know why
he was expecting it to do that.

So, why are we
talking about him?

Well, I have been making
my way through Pope's books.

He's not very good
at writing women, is he?

And I can't stop
thinking about his new book,

Snow Falls Down,
which is inspired

by the death of a friend of his.

Oh, I-I see where this is going.

Barney Corman was crushed

by falling bookcases

18 months ago.

Aah...!

In the book,

Marty Roper
was crushed by an avalanche

on a ski trip.

So, the first could have
inspired the second.

That's what writers do.

True.
But in most of Pope's books,

the narrator-- his alter ego
is usually named Edgar Bishop--

is wracked with
all sorts of guilt

about everything.
But in this book,

Edgar doesn't feel guilty at all

about Marty's death,
even though he had sex

with Marty's wife in a cave
at the top of the mountain,

which is
what caused the avalanche.

Oh. Yeah, yeah, yeah.
The man's still got it.

Don't you see?

Pope is trying
to distance himself

from the death of Barney Corman,

but he can't resist
writing about it.

So, what do we know about
the guy under the bookcase?

Barney Corman
was a minor figure

in New York literary circles.

He wrote reviews freelance

and owned
Barney's Books bookstore,

which sold retail and
also dealt in rare editions.

So what's all that?

Oh, this is all
from the original police report.

Which was very thin.

GRACE: Yeah, it looked like

an accident--
a man crushed by old bookcases,

clutching a copy of Howards End,

in a room
that was a health hazard.

ELSBETH: Barney's wife

had called
the health department,

but nobody wanted to be in
close quarters with Templeton.

Templeton?

Oh, that's the name
that Barney gave

to the rat who lived there.

Probably named after the rat

in Charlotte's Web.

Oh, I love that book.

Yeah. So, I asked

Elliott Pope some
totally innocent questions

at his book signing

and he lectured me about
caring too much about facts.

So he clearly
doesn't want anyone to do

a close reading of this case.

So... can we?

Look,

as much as I try
to indulge your hunches,

which I admit,
usually turn out right,

there's simply not enough there.

The man died 18 months ago.

Oh, come on.

A novelist and a critic
who grew up together?

That is fertile ground
for a literary feud.

Sure, like
my feud with Cyrus Tully,

but I would never
go out and kill the man.

Well, that's you.

Elsbeth, your consent decree
doesn't include

creating new cases
that don't exist.

But it does include
pointing out cases

that may have been missed.
Or at least it should.

What do you think?

Me?

I'm tired
of being in this position.

If you're convinced that this

is an actual murder case
worth investigating,

then I'll agree.

So what's it gonna be?

Well, I...

...agree with Captain Wagner.

There's no hard evidence,

so there's not enough here.

Yet.

"Yet?"

Thank you, Lt. Connor.
That's all we need.

Boy, you can just

smell the literature.
(laughs)

(sighs)
This place is classic New York.

Barney liked to think so.

Oh, you must miss him a lot.

More than when he was alive,
that's for sure.

So, you say
you're with the police?

Sort of. I help to make sure
they do everything right.

They didn't do something right?

I don't know yet.

But there are some things

I wish were in the report
that aren't there.

(gasps)
I knew it.

Ooh, I should have pushed,

but they were so sure,
and I figured

the storeroom was
a disaster waiting to happen.

I've kept it locked up

ever since.

Do you think
I could take a look?

You're not afraid of rats?

Oh, no, I most definitely am.

Hmm.

Oh, oh.
I have an idea.

That is one feisty little rat.

Oh. Oh, thank you

for not just killing him.

He was a friend of my husband's.

BRAD:
Oh, no,

we never kill rats with names.

It's in our manifesto.

-Oh.
-JILL: We'll find Templeton

a good home
in the wilds of New Jersey.

Thanks for calling us, Elsbeth.

You're always my first thought
when I see vermin.

Well, what are we waiting for?

Oh, they put
the bookcases back up,

but everything else
is just as it was.

(softly vocalizes crashing)

What-what-what, exactly,

are you looking for?

I'm not quite sure...

yet.

(softly exclaims)

(softly imitates crash)

But I just found it.

But the scratches
on the footstool

were clearly made by the molding

on the top of the bookcase.

Footstool.

Bookcase.

Barney.

(softly imitates crashing)

Somebody

must have dragged
the footstool out from

under the bookcase
after it fell.

Boom.

And if that's true,

then that somebody

murdered Barney Corman.

Or...

...Barney Corman

accidentally
pushed out the footstool

in his confusion.

Ugh.

You enjoy doing this
to me, don't you?

The report did mention a
witness who arrived at the store

at 6:40, but the sign
said it was closed.

But the store
didn't close until 8:00.

so who

turned the sign to "Closed?"

-Is that it?
-Isn't that enough?

Yes, I believe that is enough
to warrant a new investigation.

-All right!
-(laughing)

So, uh, which detective
should we go to?

WAGNER:
No detective.

Since Lt. Connor is convinced,

he's gonna help you
on the very cold

barely-a-case case.

Good enough for me.

So, uh, should we
talk to Elliott Pope?

Edgar Bishop knew
the vultures of biography

were circling.

He needed a strategy
to confound them.

But his mind
was diverted by a woman

dressed in absurdly
bright colors,

asking irritating
yet perceptive questions.

Who was she?

Everything I say here
is off the record.

-What record?
-Any record.

From official precinct memoranda
to Teddy Tascioni.

Understood.

The election is now

a few days away
and Alec, if he wins,

wants to hit the ground running.

So, what do you want from me?

Alec is choosing people

for important appointments
and he wants to know,

would you be interested
in being police commissioner?

Yeah.

Big stuff.

-(knock on door)
-What?

Marissa. Hi.

What's this about?

-Nothing.
-We're asking him

if he wants
to be police commissioner.
(gasps)

I thought this was
off the record.

Well, Alec trusts Elsbeth.
Clearly.

Don't answer right away.
Think about it.

But don't take too long.

Don't lead Alec on.

Be clear on what you want.

He deserves that.

Wow.

So, what are you gonna do?

I don't know yet.

Uh, what did you...

Oh. Uh, I really want
to question Elliott Pope,

but his agent refuses
all requests for interviews.

But you won't let that stop you.

I'll consider that
your blessing.

Why, hello.

You remember me?

Actually, I do.

This isn't a coincidence,
is it, Elsbeth with a "B"?

-Oh, you're so smart.
-Mm.

No, I read how every workday,

you go to
the place down the street

to get a tuna fish sandwich
just like the one

your mother used to make you.

Boy, you must think about
your mother a lot.

She's the only woman
who has never disappointed me.

Well, that's... sad.

Anyway, you mentioned
this little lunchtime ritual

in several interviews,
which is surprising for someone

who claims
to treasure their privacy.

Is there something...
I don't know, specific

you want to talk to me about

or are you just attracted to me?

Oh.

The former.

-I work with the police.
-I heard.

And we're taking
another look at the death

of your friend Barney Corman.

We have evidence that suggests
that he was murdered.

No.
What new evidence?

Well, there were
marks on a footstool

that was probably keeping
a bookcase from crushing him.

Someone must have
yanked it away.

You don't say.

And a book dealer
came by to pick up

a rare edition of Howards End,

but the store
was closed too early.

Now, you knew Barney well,

you were together for an event
a few months beforehand.

Did he say anything
about any difficulties

that he may have been having?

Elsbeth,

do you like Russian food?

Russian food?

Have dinner with me, hm?

At Gogol's.
It's kind of my place.

Why do you want
to have dinner with me?

I confess,
I've been thinking about you

since we met.
I'd like to write about you.

And in order to do that,

I have to understand you.

I thought you don't write
about real people.

I don't, but, uh,

I need fodder
for my imagination.

Okay, Elliott.

I will have dinner with you.

But just to be clear,
I'm not interested in romance.

Neither am I.

(knock on door)

I've thought more about it.

And?

I'm interested.

The city would be
lucky to have you.

Of course, if it happens,
I'll have to review

the department's use
of consent decrees.

Oh, don't worry about that
on my account.

You've already
done so much for me.

Bev Corman is here.
She found something.

I was wondering about

the fax machine
on Barney's desk.

I mean, why is he still
the only idiot using one?

Well, that's not
necessarily suspicious.

Maybe.

But I put a new
roll of paper in it

and it spit out a log

of all the faxes
he sent over the years.

I figured maybe you could
find out who they went to.

I'm working on it.

He needed money.

Maybe he sent some

faxes to a loan shark
who-who killed him.

Oh, let's not
jump to conclusions.

GRACE:
Okay, I traced

a number
that appears several times,

and it's listed
as belonging to

a Maura Davidoff.

(gasps)

Who's Maura Davidoff?

Elliott Pope's first wife.

Barney Corman and me?
Please.

I have some self-respect.

We thought perhaps Elliott
knew of your secret relationship

and was driven to murder.

Elliott wouldn't care
if I'd cheated.

If anything,
it would relieve his guilt

for his serial philandering.

The man's a hound, incapable of

relating to any woman without
trying to sleep with her.

Oh, dear.

Why do you think
he works all alone

in that dreary office of his?

His publisher won't
let him hire any more

young female graduate students
to work for him.

Not since the lawsuits.

Lawsuits?

He kept taking them
to dinner at Gogol's.

He'd order schnapps,

you know the rest.

Well, it must have been hard
being married to him.

You can read
all about it in my book,

Writer's Wife Strife.

Of course,
the critics killed it.

It only sold 147 copies.

A hundred and forty-seven.

-That sounds low.
-I told

the truth about our marriage,

unlike his novels.

But Elliott is

still a better writer than I am.

-Life isn't fair.
-Not usually, no.

So, if you weren't
romantically involved

with Barney Corman,
why was he faxing you regularly?

He liked to send me
his reviews of Elliott's books.

He couldn't publish them
because he'd recused himself,

they made a big deal
about growing up together,

but he knew
I'd get a kick out of them.

Because they were insightful?

Because they were vicious.

(chuckles)

Did you, by chance, keep any?

CONNOR:
These are extremely

uncharitable.

Is that how you spell "puerile?"

Hm, I guess it is.

Was Elliott Pope aware of these?

I have no way of knowing.

We don't speak.

We don't even
scream at each other anymore.

I've never heard of this one.

Troubled Pants.

It's the latest review,

but I've never
heard of that book.

Wait, the cover sheet

says "Sneak Peek."

Could it have been
a work in progress?

Possibly.
People always begged Elliot

to read what he was working on.

He'd let them

when he needed that
extra hit of adulation.

Mm.

And you're sure you never
showed these to Elliott?

'Cause it seems like that would
have given you pleasure.

Yeah, well, I stopped
reading Barney's reviews

a few books ago.

I'm a bitter person,
but even I have my limits.

I don't know how much more
Elliott Pope I can read.

I want to take a shower
after every chapter.

He does present a somewhat
outdated form of masculinity.

One that's making a comeback.

Grace, welcome.

Hi. (laughs)

Oh, you sweet thing.

I'm sorry I'm late.

I went to early voting.

-Oh.
-Smart.
-GRACE: People on line

were very excited and nervous.

Looks like it's gonna be
a real nail-biter.

What do you think, Elsbeth--
you think Alec Bloom will win?

Ooh, yeah, has he given you
any inside info?

We're not here
to talk about the election.

We are here for

the Elliott Pope investigation
book club,

for which I have made his
favorite tuna fish sandwiches.

Oh, I love

book club theme food.

I followed his mother's recipe

in Couch Liar.

How are they?

They're good. Chewy.

CONNOR:
I don't know if this is

something I would
write about for decades.

To be honest, you can get

a better sandwich
at the Massapequa diner

near his childhood home.

I did some research.

But, you know,
these are good, too.

ELSBETH:
Oh, no, you don't
have to finish them.

All right.

Has anyone found
anything helpful?

I did.
In the childhood section

of Sunday's Playhouse,

a friend of Eddie's Bishop's
stays at Eddie's place

when the other boy's
parents split up.

Then Eddie gets jealous
when his mother

compliments the other boy's
penmanship.

Maybe that friend

from school
was little Barney Corman.

GRACE:
And we definitely

think that Eddie Bishop
is a stand-in for Elliott Pope?

Pope.
Bishop.

(scoffs)
Duh. How'd I miss that?

Are published authors
really that petty?

Oh, absolutely.

Yeah, being, uh, published
does something to you.

Every time
I go into a bookstore,

I have to make sure that they're

"displaying my book" properly.

Well, I guess
I'll have to find out more

in my dinner with
Elliott Pope on Tuesday.

What?
I-Is that wise?

That's one way to avoid Alec
on election night.

No, Elsbeth, I have read enough
to know that any woman

should keep her distance
from that man.

I can take care of myself.

I have met plenty
of charming monsters.

And, yeah,

we'll both have the borscht.

Yep.

You didn't have to order for me.

You've never been here before,

so you don't know what you want.

-More schnapps?
-Actually,

I've had about enough schnapps

as I can handle.

So, Elsbeth.

Tell me about
your hopes and dreams.

Well, before we get to those,

I wanted to show you something.

What do you got in there?

Well, these are photos

taken from events
at Barney's Books,

before and after
the night he died.

Here was...

a launch party before,

and here was a memorial
for Barney after.

You see?

See what?

ELSBETH:
In the second photo,
the display of your books

is... different.

It's way more prominent.

Now, why would that be?

Well, maybe a fan thought

I wasn't getting the respect
I deserve.

Or, more likely, uh,

Barney, uh, was reminded

of how much he revered my work
when we appeared together,

and wanted his customers to...

pay more attention.

See, that doesn't square

with the reviews
that Barney wrote of your books.

Yeah, well, Barney did not

write reviews of my books,

because of our history.

(laughing): Oh.

He actually did.

He just didn't publish them.

He sent them

to your first wife, Maura.

-He did?
-Mm-hmm. She

had them on that,
uh, curly fax paper,

but we made nicer copies
for the publisher.

-The publisher?
-Yes. Fred Harrison

-is helping us
get these published.
-Oh.

They're so well-written,
and by an important critic

with such a close relationship
to your work.

And then the proceeds
will help shore up Bev

and the bookstore's finances.

Well, that's a win
for everybody.

Right.

And to think,
if Barney hadn't died,

these might never
have come to light.

Well, this is, uh,

very, uh, illuminating.

I mean, I knew he was jealous.

I had no idea

he was so obsessed with me.

Right.

And you wrote a book about him.

Oh, uh, I was wondering
if you could help us.

The last one is of a thing

called Troubled Pants.

What was that?

Uh, that doesn't ring a bell.

Are you sure?
'Cause I feel like

-this might be important.
-(people exclaiming, cheering)

ALEC:
We did it, New York!
It's a new day.

Thank you to all
who worked so hard

-to make this a reality.
-ELLIOTT: Looks like

your pal Alec Bloom

just got elected mayor
of New York City.

Everybody who worked
on this campaign

showed tenacity

-and courage
-Yes.

-and an incredible faith in me.
-Looks like he did.

And to those people
who aren't in this room tonight,

who played such
an important part

and made me a worthy candidate,

you know who you are.

Now let's celebrate!

Uh, maybe

after our chicken Kiev, we could
celebrate back at my place.

-Hmm.
-Hmm.

No.

Ah. Okay.

(fire alarm beeping)

(siren blaring)

-A fire at Elliott Pope's?
-Fire Marshall Jake said

-it was very suspicious.
-Did he now?

Now, fortunately, no one was
hurt, but here's the thing.

The fire wasn't in the kitchen.

It was in his office,
where he writes.

Clearly, my questions
at dinner struck a nerve.

He was burning evidence.

Okay. You got me. Do your thing.

(gasps)
Can I send things to the lab?

You can send things to the lab.

But, Elsbeth, you have to prove

that Elliott was
in the bookstore

the night
that Barney Corman died.

ELSBETH:
I brought you something.

I'm writing.

But you have
to stop for... lunch.

And I saved you a trip
to your local sandwich shop.

-You mean you...
-A tuna fish sandwich,

exactly like your mother used
to make you.

I'm gonna be the judge of that.

You know, I have
never, ever found

one even as half... as...

Oh, my God.

Oh, my...

-Oh, how did you...
-I didn't make it.

It's from the diner
near your childhood home,

which has been owned by
the same family for 75 years.

(laughs softly)

Well, what are you implying?

Oh. Oh, nothing.

Just that your mother
didn't make those sandwiches

when you came home from school.
She just pretended to.

Isn't that funny?
(laughs)

Oh. I'm sure
she still loved you.

She went to the trouble
of lying to you.

To think that all of those books

were written right here.

If you're looking
for the lost manuscript,

you're not going to find it.
I already looked.

Oh.

Gosh, I hope
it didn't get destroyed

in that mysterious fire.

Hey, maybe
it's in Barney's storeroom.

Have you ever been there?

I'm afraid of rats.

How do you know about Templeton

if you've never been there?

It's a small community,
you know?

And it's a good story.

Yeah, but who told you?

It couldn't be one of
those female graduate students

who used to work for you,
because you're not allowed

to hire them anymore.

Well, that was one of
several misunderstandings.

It makes sense, though.

I've read your books.

You do have a pretty severe
women problem.

I beg your pardon.

I don't have a women problem.

I have a problem

with women like you,

you know, liars
who will do anything to trap me.

I know you're attracted to me,
and I remind you of your father.

-I'm not, and you don't.
-And you're disappointed

in every man you ever met,
but you

will not tear me down.

I will remain

on the required reading list

and a giant in the canon!

Now, thank you
for the sandwich, Elsbeth.

Now get out.

Get out!

How was election night?

It looked exciting on TV.

Well, I was...

I was sorry you weren't there.

You deserved to win, Alec.
You ran a great campaign.

Especially at the end.

Because of you.

Thank you, Elsbeth,
for inspiring me, for...

pointing me down the...
the path of truth.

Forcing you is more like it.
(laughs)

Yes, but ever since you did,

I feel so much better
about what I'm doing,

my life, everything.

And I want this to continue,

with you by my side.

Oh. Alec.

Before you go any further,
I need to say something.

Okay.

I admire you,

what you've done, so much.

And I really do think you can be

a wonderful mayor.

Maybe you'll go even further
than that.

Ah, well, one thing at a time.

You're right. Right.

But whatever you do...

...it won't be with me.

Why?

I... I did what you asked.

I can't stop thinking
about that night,

at the jungle restaurant,

when I asked,
and you said, "Yes,

there was a guy named Pete."

You lied to me,
right to my face.

(sighs)
I... I wasn't ready.

Okay, but here's the thing.

I couldn't tell.

And that's kind of my thing.

And I understand what it is
to be a people pleaser.

(cries softly)

I am one.

And that...
that could be really great

for the people of New York,
but it won't work for me.

Elsbeth, uh,

politics is a...
a tricky business, and...

Yes, I know. (chuckles)

Uh, been there, done that.

And maybe I'm being childish.

Maybe I'm expecting too much
from a man,

from anyone,

but this is who I am.

What about... second chances?

Oh, Alec.

You got one.

Just not with me.

Come on, Gonzo. Poop already.

Don't push her.

She needs to do it her way.

What is it with you men?

(Teddy laughs)

You did the right thing, Mom.
Really.

I don't know.

Maybe now that you're not dating
the mayor-elect,

my editor will let me write
about politics again.

-Well, that's good.
-Mm-hmm.

-Oh, I hope
I didn't make a mistake.
-Uh-uh.

Elliott Pope says
I find all men disappointing.

That's just a sign
of intelligence.

-(laughs loudly)
-(laughs)

Gonzo, you're lucky
you're spayed.

-Mm-hmm.
-(laughs)

-(gasps)
-Oh, there we go.
We got a pooper.

Yes, I have the poop bag.

Ah. (clears throat)

Ugh. These things are always
so hard to...

So, I'll introduce you,
you'll read a chapter,

and then the interview.

I know the drill.

Gosh. Boy,

for a reclusive author,
you sure do agree

to a lot of interviews.

I'm nominated
for a National Book Award.

-Oh. That's very impressive.
-(laughing): Oh.

But, unfortunately,
there will be

no hit of adulation tonight.

And why is that?

Because you murdered
Barney Corman.

-Well, that's ridiculous.
-ELSBETH: You know, this case--

it got me back to reading more.

After I finished all
of your books,

I moved on to Howards End,
the book

that Barney was clutching
before he was crushed.

Oh, Forster writes
female characters so well.

Oh, it's like he thinks of them

as fully-dimensional
human beings.

ELSBETH:
I was also struck

by the death
of Leonard Bast at the end,

you know, when Charles Wilcox

hits him with a sword,

and then a bookcase falls
on him.

Sort of like an avalanche?

CONNOR:
"Bast" is a fiber used
to make rope.

The character in Snow Falls Down
is Marty Roper.

These stupid word games--
they don't prove a thing.

Okay, you're right.
You're right.

We needed real proof

that you killed Barney
in the storeroom that night.

Proof like your DNA

on that copy of Howards End,

the copy that Barney took
from his safe deposit box

the day he died.

-And sure enough, we found it.
-ELLIOTT: And how?

I mean, you don't have my DNA.

You have

an interesting habit of...

licking your thumb

every time you turn a page.

You probably don't even notice
that you're doing it.

But you did it
when you signed my copy of

Snow Falls Down,

and you did it

when you thumbed through
Barney's precious edition

of Howards End
just before you killed him.

In fact, we found your saliva
on the pages

where Leonard Bast dies
under a bookcase.

(chuckles)

Boy...

you're not very good
at making things up,

-are you?
-CONNOR: Elliott Pope,

you are under arrest
for the murder of Barney Corman.

My lies have won me a shelf full
of prizes.

What have yours gotten you? Hmm?

WAGNER:
I have to hand it to you.

Not only did you solve a murder,

but you found an excellent
source for tuna fish sandwiches.

Right? No wonder
he thought his mother was magic.

I wonder if this was the kind
of sandwich that

Pete from the MTA gave
the Young Alec Bloom.

There was no Pete.

Or maybe there was.

Are we still on this?

Marissa. Pull up a sandwich.

I can't stay. I have news.

Alec picked someone else
to be commissioner.

What? How can that be?

Who got the job?

Captain Cyrus Tully.

-Oh. (laughs)
-That's ridiculous.

That man is an unhinged bully.

Alec feels he needs someone
who projects toughness

because people think he doesn't.

Wait. Marissa,
does this have anything to do

with what happened
between Alec and me?

These things are never
that simple.

-I'm sorry.
-It's okay.

Police commissioner
is a pretty thankless job.

I just wanted to be considered,
and I was.

This new mayor won't be in there
forever, will he?

No. Just for the time being.

And it is nice to have a friend
at Gracie Mansion.

Is Alec still a friend?

We'll see.

But you will have
at least one friend there.

See you around.

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