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I met Nicky, this sensitive kid,

worked at his family's dry cleaners
and wrote poetry on the side,

compared everything to a summer's day.

A meat cleaver to the chest.

Nicky had Arconia stationery in his mouth?

Lester didn't feel good about the job,

but he was hoping to save enough
for our big dream,

a place in the Arconia.

It's the last thing he ever said.

"It's beautiful."

If my wife didn't want me
to fuck her family legacy,

she shouldn't have fucked someone else.

- How did you find out?
- I saw her, I saw them.

12:15. Escrow's closed.

The Arconia is gone.

You wanna make the world a better place?

Stop making it worse.

I bet you this is probably how they
smuggled Nicky's body out of here.

Holy shit, this leads out
to Caccimelio's dry cleaners.

The police found it on him.
It's one of his bird whistles.

I couldn't let that mobster
take down my building,

I've been looking the other way too long.

I need you to take the wedding shrimp
to Mr. Putnam.

He'll know what to do.

So, if Lester killed Nicky,
who killed Lester?

I don't know.
I took the shrimp to your place,

and when I came back, he was dead.

I saw the crank, and I panicked.

Mabel, you're in more danger
than you think with that finger.

You have no idea
what they paid to get that.

- Paid who?
- I've seen that scuff mark.

We think it was left
by whoever stole the finger.

You stole our finger!

DAMMIT.

The cicadas hum.

Their song, it swells.

A chorus in the heat.

Your laughter ripe as summer's fruit.

One bite, I feel complete.

"Disrobe."

And we obey.

Maronna mia.

You're so damn hot.

You're like a summer's day.

Nicky, just wait till we go to Positano.

Whatever you want, you're gonna have.

This is just to remind us
of our beautiful future.

There's no greater mystery than love...

and no greater risk.

When it pays out,
it makes you rich beyond compare.

- Sixty-nine, alright!
- Yes!

- Seventy!
- Sixty-eight.

- Seventy-one.
- Sixty-nine.

But when it doesn't,

when your bet fails and you lose it all,

will you fold?

Or will you double down?

Hey. Hey. Hey.
What the fuck do you mean, it's over?

I mean literally that.

- I'm done.
- What happened?

- Nothing.
- What, nothing? You...

Somethin' must have happened,
'cause... 'cause all I know

is that I... I put a roof over your head,
and... and had food on your table,

and that I fucking love you.

You loved me.
Now, you're just used to me.

You're used to me waiting around.

Hey, no. Hey, baby, no. Listen, come on.

Hey, look it, I'm sorry, okay?
You're right, you're right, okay?

Look, I... We had so many plans,

and... and maybe I got lost
along the way, huh?

But I can do better.

Is there someone else?

No, it... it doesn't matter.

This is about us.

Who is it?

Nobody.

And this is really rich coming from you,

the guy who stuck it all over town?

Listen to me.
I'm gonna find out who it is.

And when I find him, he's dead.

Ask Nonna why she stole our finger.

Oh, and explain that our doorman
gave it to us right before he died.

Also, that we think
he wanted us to have it

to help ID his killer.

Right, right, right.

Hi, I'm only on level six of Duolingo.

I speak English, too, you know.

Oh, thank God.

I really didn't wanna disappoint
that Duolingo owl.

- Where's Sofia?
- Yeah, M-Mom's been gone for a few days.

- Nonna's been taking care of us.
- Yeah, she's been taking care of us.

Boys. Boys, give us a moment alone.

- What? No, no, no, it's not safe.
- Nonna, we're your protection.

Hey, Vinny.

Maybe you can show me
your starching machine.

What?

I always get it wrong.

That's hard to believe.
That shirt looks amazing on you.

- Oh.
- Oh, wow.

What?

Uh, yeah, come with us,
we got a... a machine.

Aww.

My daughter recognized that finger

from the moment you spilled it out
on my dining room table.

Well, whose finger was it?

We think that might be our killer.

All I know is that she knew that finger.

Oh!

Like, it belonged to someone
she was sleeping with?

Oh, she knew that finger!

Oh, yeah.

I don't get it.

Lester gave us the finger
of Sofia's paramour?

And assumed that'd be enough to go on?

Why didn't he just text us
the killer's name?

Because then, there'd be no season.

Oh, hey, you guys are still here.

Well, uh, most folks have moved out,

but it's good you're getting
one last look at the place

before it's all gone.

What do you mean, "all gone"?

After today's press conference

to announce the casino,
they're demolishing the building.

Turns out, it's actually cheaper

to just rip it all down
and start from scratch.

Sayonara, Arconia.

"Sayonara, Arconia"?

I can't believe that Camila
is demolishing our building.

Years of memories and history, just gone.

Well, we still have a few hours
before the press conference.

One last murder board?

No, no, excuse me,
we're using that, thanks.

Are you, though?

'Cause it feel like it's all questions
and no answers.

You know, I had three singles
in my pocket,

but now, keeping them.

Okay, here's what we know.

That finger belonged to someone
in the room that night.

The only people that were there that night
besides Lester and Nicky

were the billionaires, and the finger
doesn't belong to any of them.

We've been down that road before.

Unless...

what if it did belong to one of them?

Remember how I said I did magic as a kid?

Here we go.

Uh, I did this trick
that employed fake fingers.

And who's to say one of these billionaires

with all their access,

couldn't help themselves
to a fake digit or two?

And what about Camila?

What's with her grandmother's gloves?

She could be hiding something.

Same with Bash.

Uh, he... he's got that Oura Ring
on his pointer.

Could be covering a stitch
of some tech-developed fake finger.

And Jay actually is missing a finger.

We just counted him out
because it pointed the other way,

but maybe there's an exception
to that rule?

So...
if the finger

could have belonged to any of them,

the big question becomes,
which of them was sleeping with Sofia?

Uh, I think as her ex-lover,

this is a "me" question.

Ugh. Charles, what did we say
about the word "lover"?

That I'm never to use it regarding myself.

Thank you.

Who can we see with Sofia?

Jay. He's a young buck.

But I can also see Bash.

He's surprisingly firm for someone 95-ish.

Or maybe it's Camila.
Little girl-on-girl action?

Careful.

Excuse me.
This is garbage, right?

I'll have you know that
that play made history

as the only show to receive
a formal complaint

from the state of New Jersey.

Mm-mm.

But then again...

maybe that's the key to our plan.

Oliver, putting on one of your plays
can't always be the solution.

No, no, no, no,
I'm talking about how the show

got produced to begin with.

By leaning on friends...

from the old country.

Are we early?

The note said 12:30.

You're right on time!

Uh, shouldn't you be moved out by now?

We don't follow no rules,
we break 'em, and kneecaps.

We just wanna ask some questions and...

And we will not stop

till we get some answers.

- I can't do this.
- No shit.

- What's happening here?
- We got a note

saying the casino bid was still in play.

I got it too, and it couldn't be
farther from the truth.

That was from us. Yeah!

What are they doing?

Mm.

Some improv game about the mob.

It's a-no game, a-you!

It's a-very real.

And we've got a bouncer upstairs

making sure that no one
comes down to save you.

You mean the guy with the sweater?
He was so sweet.

We bonded over our dogs.

His name is Howard,
and he's very scary.

Now, we got some questions for you.

Hope you don't mind,
we invited a few friends.

Fellas!

Pipsqueaks.

Hello, gentlemen.

And lady.

Oh.

New mob, meet old mob.

So, what's the plan?

You're going to kill us?

- Hell yeah, we are.
- I am a bloodthirsty animal!

We're not right in the head.

Okay, guys, that's plenty, uh, thanks.

But I thought you said we could help.

Less is more. It's atmosphere.

Sorry, do you guys
need a minute to work this out?

- Y-yeah.
- No, we're good.

Hands on the table!

Stop.

I guess she's serious.

Start talking, or I start chopping.

Whose finger did we find?

Hmm.

We are solving this case
before the building is demolished.

So, give it up!

Okay.

Jesus.

It's not mine.

Oh! Hey!
Ooh, there's a plot twist.

- It's not mine.
- Why?

Sorry, we all just wanted the finger,

and we thought if it looked
like I was missing one,

maybe the person
who had it would give it up.

But I didn't kill anybody.

Mm. Ow.

- These are the real deal.
- I see where this is going.

Here. See for yourself. Pull my finger.

- Pull it. Pull it. Please, pull it.
- He doesn't get it!

Next question.

Which one of you was sleeping with Sofia?

Are they gonna talk about Mom now,
like, kissing and stuff?

It's impossible.
Mom never kissed anybody.

E-Except for Jesus,
and that's how we were born.

At this point, I think they're hurting
more than they're helping.

Yeah, let's, uh, lose the sons.

Thank you very much.
No, thank you.

- You good?
- Leave your weapons on the bar.

I told you not to bring that up!

Mabel, sweetie, put down the cleaver.

Nobody believes you're the cleaving type.

Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh.
This place is c-cool as balls.

How did you get down here?

Uh, pushed past sweater guy.

Uh, Camila, ten minutes
till the press conference.

Oh, good.

So, what are we all playing?

Mabel, what is it?

I know who killed Lester.

He did.

I suppose I should say, "Ow"?

What the fuck?!

Oh, my God, it is a fake one.

You were at the game that night.

You were sleeping with Sofia.

You murdered Lester.

Mabel, how did you know?

These texts I just got from Howard.

"Someone's coming down.
It's Beautiful. It's Beautiful.

Sorry, autocorrect. It's Beau Tillman."

"It's beautiful" is what Lester
texted his wife before his murder.

He didn't mean the fountain.

He meant to say, "It's Beau Tillman."

Well, how 'bout that?

He did text us the killer's name.

Fine, I was there.

Whenever these three need a favor,
they invite me to a game,

- happen to lose a bunch of money to me...
- Ooh.

And bang, I get their permits
or whatever the fuck they need approved.

It's a good system.

But on that night, things went sideways.

Oh.

You okay, Nicky?

Yeah, never better.

Alright.

I'm visiting a community outreach center

at the butt-crack of dawn,
so let's jump in.

Who's ready to bribe Daddy for a casino?

Mm.

- You're in my seat.
- Right.

My mistake.

Just keepin' it warm for you...

- Okay.
- Beau.

Nicky, get our mayor a drink.

- I'm not a bartender.
- Oh, come on.

Nothing complicated, just a whiskey.

One finger.

One finger, huh?

One finger.

He wants a finger?

He wants a finger?

He wants a finger.

Here's your fucking finger!

Fuckin', how 'bout the thumb?

- Put the cleaver down, man!
- You son of a bitch!

Nicky! Stop! Stop, Nicky!

You son of a...

Oh shit!

Oh!

- What do you think you're doing?
- What I should have done long ago,

stand up to you,

put an end to all this.

Stop it! Remember the dream.

I've seen a lot in this room

and I've been taking notes.

I can take this to the cops!

Here's what I think...

of your notebook.

You're done when I say you're...

This is my building!

What the fuck
did you hit me with?

Oh!

Oh! Oh!

Oh, my God.

We've got a dead mobster on our hands.

Can't we call someone?

Does anyone have a guy for this?

Uh, excuse me.
I just lost a fucking finger

and a shit-ton of blood.

Here.

- Shit.
- Ooh...

W-Where... Where's my fucking finger?

Where's that doorman?

Now, hold on.
No one goes anywhere

until we clean this up.

Does this mean that the game is off?

I think it means the game is on.

Hey. Hey, man.

Everything's fine.
But I'm gonna need that finger.

- I don't have it anymore!
- Oh, God, come on.

Hey, hey, hey.
You got three billionaires

and the mayor of the most
important city on Earth

willing to compensate you
for your troubles.

I'm done being bought, unlike you.

My old man was a cab driver.

Worked hard, lived an honest life,
he got nothing for it.

Me? I wanted to get things done,

so I made a few sacrifices,
I bent a few rules.

And now, I am the mayor
of New York City,

which is fuckin' lit.

But all of that goes away
with one incriminating finger.

So, for the last time, where is...

Ow! Goddammit!

Your job,

our job is to protect this city!

You wanna stop me?
You're gonna have to kill me,

right here in front of all
the security cameras!

Oh yeah.

Actually, Bash owns those cameras.

Give him ten minutes
and a vitamin D shot,

and whatever happens
to you on that footage

looks like an accident.

What? Is... is my finger in there?
Is my finger in here?

Is my finger in there?!

My whistle!

Shit!

Is my finger in here? Where is it?

Where did you put my finger?!

Hey! Come back here!

- Come here, right now!
- Oh, my God.

Fuck!

It's Beau Tillman.

It's Beau Tillman!

Come on!

Do the right thing.
Give me that pointer.

My friends are gonna catch you.

You don't have friends.
You have tenants.

No one cares about the damn doorman.
Now, give it to me!

I told you, I don't have it!

Then, where is it?!

Okay, you got what you fuckin' need?

Now, you're gonna give me
what I fuckin' need. Okay?

Now, give me that fucking...

So, yeah, I killed Lester.

Should have just given me the finger.

Lester had more character
under his little hat

than you do in your whole body.

- Hmm.
- You seem awfully calm

for someone who just admitted to murder.

Yeah, because when the mayor
is gone for...

seven minutes,
people come looking for him.

And there she is.

So, where are our guys?

Fellas!

Grab their phones.

Those are the crooked cops I saw.

I'll bet anything they've been recording.

- You three...
- You heard him.

Hold on a moment,
let me deal with this.

- So, let's go.
- Oh.

Phones. Come on.

Is that really necessary?

You know, there is a button
that just says "delete."

- You won't get away with this.
- Won't I?

Nobody knows you're here.

Nobody knows
this stairwell even exists.

It's poetic, really.

When this building's demolished,
you'll go with it.

The final murders in the building.

Anyway, have fun.
I'm off to announce a casino.

What... What voting district are you in?

So, what's our plan?

Weighing our options, thinking...

Yeah, uh, die a slow and painful death.

Okay, get rid of these.

Thank you, everybody, for coming.
We really appreciate it,

and appreciate your patience as well.

- Oh, hey.
- I... I'm gonna go down there.

- Nobody allowed down there.
- No, I live here,

- I'm Howard. So...
- I don't care, move!

I made a list of things
I wanted to say to you two

before I die.

But they're on my notes app
on my phone.

Okay.

What is it?

Um...

just you two.

I'm gonna miss this when I'm dead.

Nuh-uh!
This can't be it.

Look, Charles, I... I... I know
I've given you a hard time

because of your friendless,
magic-obsessed childhood.

But now is your moment.
Houdini us outta here!

If I could just get my hands
on one of those coat hangers,

- I could pick this lock.
- Are you sure?

No. I can't get to it, anyway.

I'd have to shimmy up this pole,
and my shimmying days are behind me.

Charles, you have been
shimmying all season,

if you know what I mean.

You're Mr. "T," for God's sake!

I got an official letter from my doctor,

and, uh, that testosterone trial
I was in...

I was in the placebo group.

I never had any testosterone at all.

I'm sorry, but doesn't that mean
that instead of the medication

doing all those things... it was you?

Right!
That wasn't testosterone

that got you busy in the back of a van.

That was my man, Charles!

And you pulled all those baddies

on Last Gasp.

That was all you, bro.

Well, I suppose you're right.

You are going to save us,

and you don't need any T to do it.

Okay.

But I have to apologize in advance
for what my body is about to do.

- What?
- There will be sights you can't unsee

and sounds you can't unhear.

- Please shut up and do the trick.
- Yeah.

Thank you, Mayor Tillman.

Howard! Mongo! Mongo!

Mongo!
These fell down my chute.

Aren't these Mabel, Charles,
and Oliver's phones?

Oh, my God.

We need muscle.
Where are Vince and Randall?

Courtyard, rescuing the little birdies
who have nests out there.

But what about our little birdies, Miller?

The trio is trapped downstairs,
and we need to get past those cops.

I can help you get past them.

- How?
- My fellow New Yorkers,

my fellow players.

Most of my money-making ventures
go sideways,

so this isn't that much
of a surprise to me.

Well, I'm not quite
as accustomed to losing,

but I take comfort in Napoleon...

at Aspern-Essling.

Yeah.

Surely, you, too, must often return
to Bonaparte's military exploits?

- Fuck yeah, all the time.
- Yeah.

A loss will defeat many,
but not the greats.

The greats will take a loss

and use it
for an ever more decisive victory.

Wagram!

You and I should team up,

get our names on something even bigger

than the first New York casino.

What shall we buy, Pflug?

The University?

The Statue of Liberty?

What about the New York Knickerbockers?

Bash, I mean this respectfully,
you freak me out.

So, in short, the Camila Club
will revolutionize casinos.

- It's THĒ!
- THĒ!

Oh, my God, this is so embarrassing.

Stop playing my song,
you cute little robot.

I was thinking about doing

a little farewell set in the secret
gaming parlor that's downstairs.

But do not stop what you're doing
to come watch me,

it's only if you want to.

Alright, follow THĒ! It's just down here.

Excuse me, sweetheart.
Just... Just follow THĒ,

but it's a no-pressure sitch, okay?

Go. Go, go, go, go, go, go, go!

- Go, go!
- Excuse me. Excuse me.

The first step is to get
you two loose so you can give me a boost.

Are you familiar with the Chinese
brain twister puzzles

in the Mysto Magic set
from 1953 Deluxe edition?

- Who doesn't know that?
- Sure.

Well, it looks like you can't get
those two pieces apart, but you can.

We have our work cut out for us,
but you're gonna have to make some moves.

Well, that's convenient.

Oliver, put your hand into a triangle

and move your head
through the hypotenuse.

I said the hypotenuse,
not the adjacent angle!

- Sorry, sorry.
- Now, Whirling Dervish!

- Ouch!
- Ah. Ah!

Do the funky chicken,
funky chicken, funky chicken.

I get what he means!
I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm... I'm rolling!

- Ow!
- Now, Oliver, make your arms

like you're hitting a volleyball.

Oh!

God help us.

Now, come over here and give me a boost.

- Okay. Alright.
- Okay. Okay.

A little boost. I'll try...

Boost, please.

Oh, my God.

This can't be how we end!

At least the socks are cute.

At least the socks are cute!

You got it!

Harder than I thought.

Climb, Charles! Shimmy!

- Okay! You can just keep going!
- Shimmy!

- One and two...
- Oh, my God!

Okay, grab it!

Just... Or bite it.

You did it!

How do I get down from here?

Like a stripper, or a fireman.
Whatever floats your boat.

Oh!

Uh! Whoa!

Oh, yeah!

Ta-da!

Wow, he chose stripper.

Charles! Oliver! Mabel!

It's okay, Howard's here!

What have you done with my friends?

Where are they?

Mayor Tillman is a murderer.

He killed our doorman.

And his finger was in my shrimp!

Ew!

Okay, murder should have come last.

These are baseless accusations.

In fact, ask them.

Where's your proof?

Glad you asked.

You're gonna want
your cameras on for this.

Uh, sure, keep your cameras on.

This is ridiculous.

Oh, we're playing roulette now?

Okay. Okay.

Oh. What do we have here?

This is...
This is ridic... I mean...

Still recording.

Shall we listen?

I'll just play the juicy parts.

What about
the New York Knickerbockers?

Okay, sorry, stay with me.

- Mom never kissed anybody.
- E-Except for Jesus.

- And that's how we...
- Okay, okay.

For real this time.

So, yeah, I killed Lester.

- Jackpot.
- Bingo.

Uno.

We all know that voice, don't we?

God. What would Lester do?

Well, he was the nicest guy alive.

But right now, I think he'd say...

"Release the Kraken."

Okay, the truth is... AI.

Deep fakes.

That is no more evidence
of guilt than, say...

Okay, this has got to stop happening.

Hurry! Hurry!

Ah! Shit! What... Get away. Ah!

Really?! Oh! Ah!

You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will be used
against you in a court of law.

I can't believe I voted for your ass.

- Oh, uh, what voting district are you?
- Shut the fuck up.

Well, guys, we found Lester's killer,

but couldn't save his building.

Wow. But let's focus on the good.

My casino, where the top pop star
in the country

may very well be our headliner!

Oh! Oh, my God, I'm so conflicted.

Do you have a statement, THĒ?

Mabel, can I talk to you?

Not without them.

After the mayor killed Lester,

he told us whoever got his finger back
got the casino.

And then, he told us
to deal with Nicky's body.

And of course, we couldn't call
our assistants, which was super hard.

Um... Oh.

Sorry.

We used one of Camila's paint tarps
to get his body out.

The white paint on Nicky's suit.

Not just any white.

Camila White.

And if Nicky's body was found
the same night as Lester's,

people could think
that they were connected,

so Bash held Nicky for a week
in his cryochamber.

The freezer burn on his ear.

I hoisted him up the back stairs
to the dry cleaners.

Mabel, you've been asking
if I'm a good person.

This story probably proves that I'm not.

But I do think
that I'm different from them.

At least, I wanna be.

Getting arrested.

I just confessed all that to the cops.

Hope this means you get
to keep your building.

And I hope
that I can still dream about us

being on a beach together in the Maldives.

How much time do you think we'll do?

Eh, doesn't matter,
I have all the time in the world.

Alright, let's go.

Did we just save the building?

Yeah, we did.

I can't believe I saved the building!

After you. After you.

Sayonara.

My apartment is empty, there's nothing
left for your mother to steal.

Yeah, not my finest moment.

But I needed to secure
my family's future.

You don't have to explain.
I know you used me.

The truth is, Charles,
I do have feelings for you.

I... I knew it the minute
you caught that broccoli in your mouth.

I knew then and there
I wanted to be that broccoli.

Yeah.

Oh, no.

Stop.

- What about the mayor?
- Oh, that was over long ago.

I stopped waiting around
to be taken to Positano,

and I sold those billionaires that finger,
and I'm taking myself.

My plane leaves in a few hours, and...

well, the seat next to me is open.

Sofia?

I'm gonna do something
I've never done before.

I'm going to say no
to a dangerous woman.

Miss you, Lester.

It's not the same without you, bud.

But we promise to keep
taking good care of the place.

Thank you, cuckoo chicks.

Thank you.

From one widow to another,

something to help your dreams come true.
Sofia.

Johnny.

Ma, yeah, it's Nonna. She's dying.

Put her on.

The family's got all we need.

You helped a little.

But I did this, Mama.

Lo I'ho fatto.

So, you can shut up now.

- Nonna?
- Nonna?

- No.
- Nonna!

- Look at all the newbies.
- Right?

Hello! Howard Morris. Apartment 3D.

Secretary of the Board,
keeper of the gossip,

powerful friend, and terrible enemy.

Howard is also trying out
some new cologne today.

Yeah. What's up with you?

You're wearing your sluttiest cardigan.

Perhaps I'm meeting with someone.

And right on cue.
Howard, you have a visitor.

After you.

Hey.

Uh, I brought you some gardenias
from my mom's garden.

They remind me of my murdered father.

Is that weird?

It's very weird, Vinny.

And I love them.

Jesus Christ.

Gardenias are known to be toxic

to horses, dogs, and cats.

Okay, are we ready
for Cinda's new podcast?

- Ooh! What's it even about?
- Murder.

Oh, and you'll like this.
It takes place across the pond.

Ooh, I love a British-tinged mystery.

Oh, yes!

Hey, can I say something?

Uh, because this is kind of
a momentous occasion for us,

because it was almost
exactly five years ago

that the three of us got together

listening to a Cinda Canning
true crime podcast.

Aw.
And Charles, may I say,

in all that time,
you've had such little growth.

I know!

It's weird.

I gotta say, guys,
I'm a little jealous of Cinda.

I mean, she's back
with this cool new case.

- It's been three months for us?
- Yeah.

Alright, Cinda, lay it on us.

I'm Cinda Canning,
and this is The Girl with the Curls.

While on holiday in the UK,

I found myself confronted
by two new obsessions...

a jasmine flowering tea

that's become daily ritual,

and a new mystery.

A story about a young woman
with curls as red as blood,

steeped amid the London fog.

The prime suspect
in the murder of a royal descendant.

The public has turned against her,
and fueled by the British tabloids

there have been threats against her life.

- But I believe this girl with the curls...
- Are you okay? Miss?

- is innocent.
- Hey. Whoa, whoa, whoa.

And I feel a strong need to protect her,

- to send her to America...
- Miss?

Hey, can I get some help?

Which may be the only place

she can be safe.

Shit!

But the Pickle Diner is our place.

Yeah, and Oliver doesn't like pickles.

True, I don't.
But I also think we should be open

to new places, diners in other parts.

My God.

- Howard, what happened?
- I don't know.

Don't touch her!
I called an ambulance.

I saw her collapse and then she just...
She started crawling

towards the building, like...
like, dragging herself.

- It was horrific!
- So, she's...

And I know what you're thinking
because, I mean, I'm thinking it, too.

- It's a damn shame.
- What's a damn shame?

Just her dying on the sidewalk,
you know?

Inches from being in the building.

Barely outside the very limiting confines
of your podcast name.

Feels almost like a waste
having her die here.

No, I was just thinking
how terrible it is that she's dead.

Right, right. Same.

But also, what is technically
"in the building"?

Right, I mean,
Lester was more "in the courtyard"

if we're gonna split hairs.

And... And what about the airspace
over the building?

Where would we land on that?

"In the building"
clearly means inside the gate.

So, right there.

That line right there.

Oh! Oh, my God!

Cinda?!

Alright, radio for one.