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I love my husband

and our six little ones too much

to feed them ultra-processed foods,

so I bake all our bread

and I make the flour from scratch.

This is something

any mother can do easily enough.

To start, I combine einkorn berries

with my sourdough starter.

I use this ancient grain

because it's packed with antioxidants.

And milling it by hand

gives it a more rustic crumb.

You'll notice

that I've already prepared

my crispy potato dish.

To make it more interesting,

I've cut them into thin slices

to create these charming potato roses.

And now, it's on to preparing

the artichokes for searing.

These are fresh from my garden,

because life on the prairie can exist anywhere.

Even in Brooklyn.

For tonight's meal,

I'll be stepping out of my comfort zone

and I will be serving seitan steak,

because my husband's boss and his wife

will be joining us, and...

...they're vegan.

And instead of place cards,

I will be monogramming our guests' initials

onto the napkins.

Just a little something to help my husband Grant land

that all-important promotion.

The kids' snacks are ready.

Goldfish.

And...

Mommy's fermented coconut yogurt.

My girls' favorite.

Are you ever worried that

young women might feel inadequate

if they can't do everything that you do?

I mean, there's got to be a young woman viewing this

thinking, "I don't know if I have 12 hours

to make fermented yogurt."

Oh, well, I don't expect women

to do everything that I do.

I chose to be a traditional wife.

And you never question your decision to leave

the start-up which you founded that went public without you?

No.

I love my life here

at our little town house on the prairie.

And it brings me so much joy

knowing that there are-are young women

who still believe in prioritizing their husbands

and children, are they're still emerging.

So...

now that the goldfish are done,

it's time to get my pineapple upside-down cake

into the oven.

I had a farmer from the Big Island

handpick the pineapples.

Oh, they're divine.

Have you tasted them yet?

Well, somebody's really put a smile on your face.

Oh, it's nothing.

It's not nothing if you get that excited

-when you're supposed to be filming. -No, no, no,

I was supposed to go on a date with this guy tomorrow night.

He was just confirming the address.

Not the film critic?

We, uh, actually

have had some pretty great phone conversations,

which is crazy, because guys mostly just text.

Wear a nice dress and heels, and not whatever those are.

Oh, and make him a cocktail

before you head out to dinner.

Oh, I wasn't planning on inviting him in.

My place-- it's a wreck.

Well, what if the poor guy has to use the restroom?

Ah, the bathroom, that's the worst of it.

The tiles are chipped, the grout is black,

and not by design.

Mm, well, this may explain

why you're still alone.

Kids.

Work on your coloring for now, okay?

Mommy will help you with the Donner Pass dioramas

in a moment.

Sorry.

Today's history project was rather involved.

Last night's dinner went okay?

Yes. Grant's boss

loved my seitan,

and the pineapple upside-down cake turned out perfectly.

I'm sure Grant will cinch that promotion any day now.

And as soon as he does, he's gonna be talking about

having another baby.

Before we get started, I just wanted to show you something.

Oh, well, it's about time

I got to see some footage.

Well, this may explain why you're still alone.

Were you aware that you fed your husband's vegan boss

lard last night?

You need to delete that.

-Juliet... -Delete it now.

All of it.

That would be dishonest.

Dishonest?

You saw the absurd lengths that I went to.

Flying in pineapples from Hawai'i,

locating the crunchiest

vegan market for the seitan,

handpicking the artichokes,

getting all six of my children in their Sunday best.

I mean, it was insane.

And everyone knows that vegans

make all of these ridiculous demands

just to be difficult.

Are you recording me?

If any of what I just said gets out,

I will be ruined.

They will call me a hypocrite or much, much worse.

Grant will lose his job.

His career.

No, I gave up my multimillion-dollar start-up

for this life.

I'm a filmmaker. It's my duty.

No. You work for us.

Grant is paying for this,

and he will never let this footage see the light of day.

I agree.

But I think that I can get some other investors interested now.

Other investors?

This is an authentic representation

of what it takes to live as a tradwife.

I-It proves what I've been feeling this whole time.

You tout this whole tradwife thing

so that you can convince yourself

you made the right decision.

You have been waiting for this, haven't you?

You could have mentioned the lard before I baked the damn cake,

and instead you're springing it on me?

It shows you're human.

And now I am able to attract an investor

that can actually give this film some real reach.

Okay.

Just give me a day to warn Grant

before you show this to anyone.

It is the least you can do.

-Juliet? -I apologize for dropping by

unannounced like this, but...

-I have a confession to make. -Okay.

I didn't tell Grant

about what happened

because it occurred to me

that you might want to film the conversation.

You want me to be there?

Well, you said you wanted the film to have...

...reach, right?

What's more riveting than a marital blowup?

No, that would-that would be really good for the film,

but if you were planning on talking to him tonight,

I-I can't do it.

Right. Oh. Right, right.

You-you have your date.

With the film critic. Which reminds me.

I, um... oh, I have something for you.

It's a cleaning pod.

For your bathroom grout.

I am hoping that this will convince you

to invite the man in.

That's very nice of you, uh, especially considering...

You're about to ruin my life?

Look.

You're right.

A part of me isn't convinced

that I made the right decision.

-Wish I would have got that on camera. -All you have to do

is just drop this pod

into a cup of bleach,

scrub,

and your grout will sparkle.

Okay. I guess I can give that a try.

No. If you want to make an impression on your beau-to-be,

you have to clean the bathroom

-before he arrives. -You want me to do that right now?

-I'm right in the middle of editing. -Oh, Audra.

This guy could be the one.

You know, I know that it sounds really silly,

but this one small act

could be the thing

that turns your love life around.

Oh, your bathroom's so small.

-So it'll be quick. -Okay.

Okay.

Are you sure that this is safe to use with bleach?

Can't you smell the tea tree oil?

Now, you know

I only use natural herbs and tonics.

So, just, um, just start over there

and work your way around.

Oh.

Oh, shoot. That's Grant.

Ugh, Mommy has to get back to the prairie.

You just keep scrubbing and I'll just let myself out.

Good luck with the date.

It's working great.

Just kind of... it's kind of strong.

Don't worry, it's safe.

Hazmat team cleared it. It's just a precaution.

What happened here? Gas leak?

Neighbor who called it in thought so,

but it's actually cleaning agents.

Victim is Audra Miller.

FDNY will send a full report,

but it appears she died scrubbing her bathroom floor.

Oh.

Poor thing.

Said they've seen it plenty of times.

People mix bleach and ammonia, not realizing

the combination makes chloramine gas.

Hmm.

Whoof. I've discovered there are a lot

of unfortunate ways to die,

but dying at the base of a toilet?

Ooh, got to be one of the worst.

And yet so many icons end up there.

Tascioni, what are you looking for?

Uh, the ammonia.

I see that the bleach is here,

but I don't see

any ammonia.

Maybe she used the last of it.

Yeah. She probably just threw the bottle out.

Hmm.

Okay.

Uh...

Don't see any bottles of ammonia,

but... I do see this.

Arnold Palmer?

Don't you think it's odd that a woman

who won't even mix iced tea and lemonade herself

would be making her own cleaning products?

From the looks of it, she doesn't do much cleaning at all.

-Hm. -You are right.

Okay, my guess is

the victim is

a film student or

maybe a film buff

who prioritizes...

convenience.

You're calling Audra a victim?

Are you a family member?

No, Audra and I had dinner reservations at 8:00.

I'm Max Kline. Did something happen?

-There's police tape. -Yes, I'm so sorry.

There's been a terrible accident, Max.

Um, Audra is no longer...

She's dead?

I'm sorry.

Oh, damn it. I thought we could have made

a great up-and-coming couple.

I'm a film critic,

she's a documentarian.

Her films were only moderately promising,

but I thought the whole filmmaker-curator thing

could have opened a lot of doors for me.

How romantic.

It's just so sad to think the last thing she worked on

was a silly puff piece.

Well, the arts are under attack.

It's true. Impossible to get anything funded right now,

so when some rich guy offers to pay you

to film his tradwife, you take it.

Audra's documentary was about a tradwife?

Yeah, husband's bankrolling the whole thing.

At least, he was.

What-what do you mean, "he was"?

Audra said she'd started looking for alternate backers.

Why? Was the tradwife

not happy with how the project was going?

Sorry for your loss.

So, if an industrial hard drive shredder

is not an option,

then you can use a power drill to put multiple holes

through the platters to store the data.

First, you must remove the drive casing...

- Breakleigh, Kingsleigh, Paisleigh,

what are you doing out of bed?

Sweethearts, you know

it is way past your bedtime.

Mommy has so much on her plate.

You might want to think about

having this door open.

Just about anybody could wander in.

Tully. I didn't realize the city's new commissioner

was gracing us with a visit.

-Congratulations, Commissioner. -Thanks, Charles.

I'm not here to gloat, though,

I'm here on, uh, official business.

Ah. Sounds serious.

Well, it's about your budget.

Oh, we've made significant cuts already.

Eh, maybe, but, uh,

come to my attention that one of your detectives

has reached the, uh,

mandatory retirement age.

Detective Buzz Fleming.

Well, I know you're not one to flout the rules,

so I'll expect you'll

instruct Detective Fleming

to, uh, hand in his badge by the end of the week?

Uh, well, Buzz never shuts up

about his pension, so...

he'll be delighted.

Ah. Okay.

Well, I'm glad this won't be a difficult conversation.

I expect we'll have some of those. Soon.

Thanks, Charles.

New commissioner giving you trouble, Cap?

He's just flexing his new muscles.

And I need a coffee.

Captain, we have something to share with you

on the woman who died of chloramine gas inhalation.

Didn't the FDNY rule her death an accident?

They did, but you-know-who has some questions.

Ms. Tascioni, give me one reason

this case warrants further investigation.

One.

Okay. Baking ammonia.

The homemade bathroom cleaner

that killed victim Audra Miller

wasn't a combination of bleach and liquid ammonia,

as expected.

It contained baking ammonia?

Yes. Traces of it were found in Audra's trash

in this foil wrapper, which is maybe...

an octagon?

Maybe it's a nonagon?

-Elsbeth. -Right.

The point is, there was no ammonia of any kind

in the rest of Audra's apartment.

And she didn't seem like the type

to make anything from scratch.

Ms. Tascioni noticed precut fruit

and bottled water in the fridge.

The woman didn't even make her own Arnold Palmers.

So much for one reason. Bye.

You know I can't limit myself to one of anything.

I'm a maximalist.

Hey, wait. One who believes that someone

might have given Audra this homemade pod

in this strange piece of foil.

Giving someone an ammonia tablet doesn't make it a murder.

But what if that someone had a motive?

Okay, who's the suspect?

And we are counting down to the blooming

of the emerald artichokes.

They will be ready in about nine days.

This woman is growing her own artichokes?

- In Brooklyn? - Juliet Woodbent

does a lot of things that modern women don't have time for.

Yeah, she's a tradwife.

Isn't that just a fancy way of saying "housewife"?

More like housewives who long

for the time when women weren't allowed to open

their own bank accounts.

I watched a lot

of Audra's footage of Juliet,

and apparently, she makes her own soap, breakfast cereals

and, uh...

cleaning products.

So, your theory is this tradwife

gave Audra Miller the ammonia tablet.

- Why? - Exactly.

She was paying Audra Miller for a flattering documentary.

Her husband was.

Tradwives don't handle the household finances.

If there's a motive here, I'm not seeing it.

Okay, the motive could involve

something that Audra filmed.

The growing of the artichokes,

meticulously tracked in the footage,

and supposedly, they were ready to harvest this week,

but there's no footage of it.

There's no footage from this week at all.

Well, maybe the footage got corrupted.

I might have believed that if Audra hadn't started looking

for alternate investors for the film.

So, you're thinking that Audra and the artichoke woman

could have had a falling-out?

Yes. So, what do you say?

Can we go pay her a little visit?

I thought that tradwives

only lived in, like, Utah

or the Great Plains.

Women who value traditional marriage

aren't limited to a geographic location.

Oh, you must be, uh, Juliet Woodbent.

I'm Detective Smullen, NYPD.

And I'm Elsbeth Tascioni.

Um, if-if you have a minute,

I'm afraid we have some troubling news to share.

I can't believe it.

Audra was just here yesterday.

And wasn't she supposed to be filming you today?

Like, right now?

That's what was on her calendar.

And, oh, look. Huh.

It's on your calendar, too.

Today was our weekly shopping trip to the Greenmarket.

It's just, with six little ones, I'm often running

behind schedule, and I... I expected Audra

to be waiting for me and instead I found you.

-Sir? -Ooh.

-Thank you. -Aw.

Breakleigh, that is so nice.

If you'll excuse me,

the kids are overdue for their morning snack.

Sure.

Breakleigh-- that's unique.

Yes, and this is Deservedly, Kingsleigh,

Oakleigh, Paisleigh and Charleigh.

Nice.

Are all your kids adverbs?

Only "Deservedly" is spelled with an L-Y.

-Oh. -Kids.

Why don't you all go work on your drawings?

-Yeah? -Okay, Mom. -Okay.

Is that artichoke dip?

Oh, yes.

There is plenty. Please, try it.

So, your artichokes did bloom.

I watched Audra's footage of you planting the artichokes.

I can't understand why she didn't film the harvest.

-She did. -I didn't see it

on any of her hard drives.

I watched everything Audra shot.

Oh, I hope I came off okay.

I haven't seen any of it.

Here you are, Detective Smullen.

Oh. Thank you.

It, uh, actually left me feeling like

I should be doing more.

Oh, I am so glad you were inspired.

Right.

- Mmm. - I just wonder

why there wasn't any recent footage.

I mean, do you know what could have happened to it?

Oh, I have no idea.

These crackers are so light and airy.

You made these yourself?

The trick is to make your own flour.

You combine that with salt and pepper

and butter and a leavening agent.

Like baking ammonia?

How did you know that?

That's what gives it that crisp.

Oh.

Did you ever happen to give Audra baking ammonia?

Oh. Only a baker would need baking ammonia,

and Audra was not a baker.

I wish she were. I told her it would help her find

a great husband, like my Grant.

Audra died

from mixing baking ammonia and bleach.

Really?

Well, if I had given it to her, I certainly would have

warned her never to mix it with bleach.

It's a shame a smart woman like her didn't already know that.

You sound like you were fond of her.

Well, why wouldn't I be?

Well, I heard that Audra was looking

for alternate funding for the documentary.

Oh, uh, that.

That was my idea.

I thought it would give the film

and Audra more credibility.

Oh.

That is so nice of you.

Now,

-sadly, there is no film. -Oh, I bet

that you could get somebody else to complete the film,

Since your husband was funding the project.

Oh, but you would have to get

all of that missing footage.

'Cause it would be a shame

not to include a whole

week's worth of filming.

Oh!

And the artichoke harvest.

Oh! I mean, when would I find the time?

I mean, summer is only months away.

Oh, don't you worry.

We'll keep looking for it.

Mmm, mmm.

-Mmm. -Isn't that right, Detective Smullen?

Mm-hmm.

Well, I really, really do hope you find it.

And now, if you'll excuse me, my husband--

he'll be home any minute,

and I-I need to prepare his lunch.

Oh, of course.

-Okay. -Hmm?

Oh. Thank you.

Mm-hmm.

You will be the first to know when we find that missing...

Deservedly will show you out.

...footage.

Good day.

-Well, Buzz. -Hey.

The day you've been waiting for has finally arrived.

-Coffee's free again? -Oh.

What could be better than unlimited coffee?

Retirement.

Our new police commissioner noted your time has come.

We got to cut you loose.

Oh. You mean

I can finally get my hands on that pension money?

Mm. It's yours for the taking.

Wow.

Wife will be happy.

Now I won't have an excuse

when she asks me to clean out the garage.

Congratulations, Detective.

So, the filmmaker's dead, and that's it?

What about all the money that I spent?

I'm so sorry, sweetheart.

I'll stick with social media from now on.

And no more grand ideas

of sharing our lives with the world.

I think it's a shame the idea of women doing

what they're obviously born to do

has to be promoted at all.

You are so right.

I'll call my lawyer later, see if I can recoup the losses.

Ugh. I'm gonna go hit some balls on the driving range.

-My clubs are in this closet, right? -Yes.

Wait!

Let me get them.

What is it?

Nothing.

-Mm-hmm. -Hey.

Careful.

Have fun.

You know, I was here when they brought this desk in

for the first time. We used to fight over it. Metal,

if you can believe it.

And we didn't even have an elevator

when I transferred here. Out of service.

Had to hike up the stairs.

But we were happy to do it, you know.

We loved the job.

Buzz, can you help me with something?

Sure. Um,

excuse me.

Is everything okay?

You didn't hear?

They're forcing me to retire.

Should be music to my ears, right?

Oh. Here.

Clearly, it's not.

Truth is, I don't know what I'm gonna do

with myself without this place,

and all of you.

And where can you get a one-dollar cup of coffee?

What's the going rate now-- five dollars?

Oh. At least.

-But it ain't five times better. -No.

Uh, can you talk to Captain Wagner?

Commissioner Tully issued the order.

Ugh.

What am I gonna do?

She made her own crackers? Like a Keebler elf?

Better. And after dreaming about them half the night,

I made the mistake of asking the wife

to make me some this morning.

-I bet that went over well. -Yeah.

She was still laughing when I left.

Oh, looks like your tradwife's cracker-making days are over.

Yeah.

What have you got, Ms. Tascioni?

Well, I had Officer Reynolds look into Audra's financials

to see if she landed a new investor.

-And did she? -No,

but she did submit the film

to the Empire City Film Festival.

The programmer, who views hundreds of submissions,

was so excited by whatever Audra told them

that they asked for

a sizzle reel.

So, I'm gonna track the programmer down.

Yeah, I'm gonna go order my wife some flowers.

Smart man.

-Oh. -Something the matter?

Are you really gonna let Tully force Buzz into retirement?

Buzz has been eyeing retirement since the day he got his badge.

That's just an act.

He will be lost without this job.

Well, we're all subject to mandatory retirement.

Every one of us.

And you know how Tully is.

Ugh. I know.

But you two have known each other for such a long time.

Isn't there something you can say to him?

Oh.

Ah...

I was skeptical about Audra Miller's submission,

but her earlier work showed promise.

I'd heard that before.

You've seen her films?

Uh, no. But the posters-- they're so cool.

-The one about homeschooling... -Home Is Where The School Is.

Ooh. That one had real teeth.

-It did? -Well, the title is terrible,

I know. Filmmakers aren't marketers, clearly.

If she'd come to me,

I would have told her to go with something more biting

like The Homeschool Sham.

Ooh. That sounds...

Subversive. Like the film.

Which is why I got excited when she told me

that her new film was gonna be even more explosive.

-More explosive? -Did you see The Jinx?

Audra said it was that searing.

The Robert Durst series,

where he basically confessed to murder?

Audra refused to tell me exactly what was in her film,

but the title alone--

Sad Wife: One Step Forward,

Two Stepfords Back--

had me salivating.

Ah. Um,

you think I could take a look at the sizzle reel

that she sent you?

That's the thing. She never sent it.

Like so many filmmakers, typical bait and switch.

Oh. Well, if you had to guess,

what do you think she was about to expose?

No idea. But whatever it was,

Audra believed it would change what people think

about tradwives.

Huh.

Deservedly?

What are you doing down here?

And what is in your mouth?

A gummy bear?

I haven't made any of those in weeks.

Where on Earth did you find that?

You know what, never mind about the gummy bear.

Um, have you been playing with a purple box

that Mommy was keeping in the closet?

It's about this big.

And it's okay if you have. Mommy isn't mad.

She just needs it back.

I think Breakleigh had it.

But I just spoke to Breakleigh.

Or was it Oakleigh?

Now, you see that?

The chemical properties of the bleach oxidize

the surface minerals of the board.

You gonna explain to me why I'm watching this?

Shh, shh, shh. Pay attention.

-Tanner! What are you doing? -I made a mistake.

-I was gonna see if I could clean it up. -With ammonia?

Mixing bleach with ammonia creates a chloramine gas.

Ha! You see?

Audra knew not to mix those two cleaning products.

Okay, but maybe she assumed that the tablet was ammonia-free.

Or someone who makes everything from scratch

wanted her to assume that.

Well, if Juliet Woodbent knowingly encouraged Audra

to mix that tablet with bleach, then...

-It wasn't an accident. -It's a homicide.

Okay, so how do we prove it?

You find that explosive missing footage.

I mean, Juliet might have taken it

and destroyed it, but maybe not.

Well, it doesn't matter anyway,

because we don't have enough for a warrant.

So,

unless you can convince Juliet Woodbent

to tell us where the missing footage is,

we're out of luck.

I am new to this job.

I am not going to bend the rules

because you're feeling sorry for your detective.

If you were being pushed out, wouldn't you fight back?

I know I would. It means too much.

Spare me.

This is familiar,

isn't it? Feels like

it was just yesterday we were rookies

fighting over a Fourth of July detail.

-You didn't want the assignment. -And neither did you.

Nobody did.

But somebody had to do it.

Remember how we settled it?

At the poker table.

Yeah.

-Why don't we do it again? -What?

If, at the end of the night,

I walk out with more money, my detective stays.

If not, he's gone.

Are you kidding me?

Back then, the only thing at stake was a bad detail.

This is more serious than that, Charles.

So what?

You chicken?

Buzz's future is being decided by a poker game?

Can you believe it? I'm the kitty.

Didn't you tell me that Tully won

the last time you played poker?

It was a bad night. This time, it's gonna be different.

I can feel it.

- You know, a poker game might not be such a bad idea.

My Uncle Titus thought so, too, before he lost the family farm.

Yeah, well, I'm not saying it was smart,

but at least it gives Buzz a chance at staying on the force.

Oh.

Oh. Hey.

Is your, uh, mom around?

I'm in here.

Mm-hmm.

Sorry, butter requires constant agitation.

-Otherwise, it turns. -Ah.

-Is that for something in particular? -Yes.

My kids-- they couldn't decide if they wanted pastry or bread,

so I'm making them caramelized chocolate brioche,

-and I always make my own butter. -Ooh.

-Incredible. -Yes.

I'm planning on using raw chocolate

spiked with maca and muscovado sugar,

it provides

extraordinary medicinal benefits.

Oh, that does sound amazing.

Uh, but we're here because we have good news.

Uh, right. The, uh, Empire City Film Festival--

they're interested in the documentary.

Well, there is no documentary.

Audra actually sent them a sizzle reel.

That's like a teaser.

Got them very excited.

Oh, a-a teaser?

Yeah, we're thinking that it might

contain some of the missing footage.

We haven't had a chance to look at it yet.

The programmer was actually quite surprised

that you'd chosen a subversive filmmaker

like Audra for your documentary.

Audra wasn't "subvers-vive" or whatever you said.

You didn't see her other films before you hired her?

Well, not in their entirety.

I mean, as you can see, I am quite busy.

Ah. Well, that means you missed the part of the documentary

where a mother teaches how dangerous it is

- to mix bleach and ammonia. - Obviously, Audra never

would have made that kind of mistake.

Oh. I'm so sorry.

Could you please help me?

My arms are just getting so tired.

Me? Uh, don't want Detective Smullen to do it?

He has stronger arms.

Oh, funny. No.

All you have to do is you just

put your hand here

-on the top of the plunger. -Okay.

And a steady rhythm is all it takes.

Oh, wow, you're doing great, Ms. Tascioni.

Do you happen to know what Audra might have used for

the sizzle reel she sent to the film festival?

Well, if they spoke to you,

did they not tell you what was in it?

Uh, the, um, title alone

is what piqued the programmer's interest.

-Hm. -What did Audra call it again?

Um,

Sad Wife: One Step Forward,

Two Stepfords Back.

Audra must have come up with that before

we started filming.

Before she saw how happy I am.

That ought to do it.

Mommy, look what Oakleigh did.

Oh. It's just a little bit of paint.

Art is messy.

It's dirty now.

Oh, well, let's get you a new one.

Will you excuse me?

Oh!

Is that me?

-Mm-hmm. -Look at mine. -Great.

Oh, there's me, too.

You're all artists.

Oh, what's this?

These are cookie cutters.

Mommy made them to help Deservedly learn her shapes.

This is a rectangle.

This is a pentagon.

-And this is a heptagon. -Ugh.

That's what that is. A heptagon.

And what's this?

This is our chicken coop outside.

And, uh, the rectangle-- what's that?

Promise not to tell anyone?

Yeah, pinky promise.

It's their stage.

We built it all by ourself.

A stage?

For their talent shows.

The chickens put on shows?

Can I come? When's the next one?

Dance, Lucy.

Sorry. Guess she doesn't want to.

That's okay.

I'm not disappointed at all.

Okay. Yup. That looks good. Okay.

Wait, we're missing someone.

Oh, Deservedly?

Um, I think we got her right here.

Well... thank you.

But, um, what are you doing here?

Oh, we have something we think you're gonna want to see.

Oh, well, we're in the middle of a family photo shoot, so...

I'd really like to get it over with.

Uh, we're gonna need you to take five on the photo shoot.

Um, excuse me. Uh,

would you mind getting some photos of the kids

in the garden, please?

Thank you. Okay, kids.

Go ahead.

Smile pretty.

First, the good news.

You're gonna be able to complete your documentary after all.

Juliet said some of the footage was missing.

We found it.

Where?

Did the film festival people send it to you?

No. The hard drive was in your chicken coop.

Your kids had the ingenious idea

to use it as a stage

for the chicken shows. They led us right to it.

It was right there in one of their drawings.

Oh, but you were doing so much.

Is this the footage?

-Grant, don't. -What?

After all the money I spent, I deserve to see something.

Were you aware

that you fed your husband's vegan boss lard last night?

You need to delete that.

-Juliet... -Delete it now.

You served my boss pork?

Serving pork to a vegan was the least of it.

Your wife killed Audra to ensure that footage

would never see the light of day.

What?

Well, she was gonna ruin everything.

You have no idea

how much work it takes to make everything perfect.

And to keep it that way.

Six-- six--

natural childbirths.

Always looking impeccable.

Everything made from scratch.

Toothpaste. Socks.

Homeschooling. Chickens.

It really is impossible.

Well, that's the reason you gave that

heptagon-shaped ammonia tablet to Audra

and instructed her to mix it with bleach.

If only you'd shared the truth

with the other women about how tough it is.

Instead, you presented this ideal

that even you couldn't live up to.

Hey, on the bright side, at the Midtown Detention Center,

you'll get plenty of beauty rest.

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

Except when you're on kitchen duty.

-No. No. -Juliet Woodbent,

you are under arrest for the murder of Audra Miller.

-You have the right to remain silent. -Wait!

- What about the kids? - Oh.

There's a casserole on the table, Grant.

It should still be hot.

Ooh.

Ah, that looks delicious.

Maybe I should heat it up.

That thing's gonna need more help than a microwave.

Call.

How many more hands left-- two, three?

Before Wagner goes bust?

Oh, could be any time now.

Night's not over yet.

Last time, Rattle was the one who walked away

- with all our money. Remember that? Only because

I folded when I should have held.

Your protégé was bluffing.

Yeah, you got nothing to worry about tonight.

And to think I dealt this garbage.

Maybe I should have tried making the crackers instead.

Oh, you mean the, uh, tradwife's crackers that

Bobby couldn't shut up about?

If you'd tasted them, you'd understand.

I mean, she's a killer, but she knew her way around a kitchen.

I bet she made her own salt.

Yeah, sounds like some of the over-the-top

moms I see at the kids' birthday parties.

- Oh, you have kids? - No, I'm a magician.

On the weekends, I work kids' parties.

How long you been doing that?

Uh, since college.

These moms now-- they live to try to outdo each other.

- I'm gonna bump it to 100. - Whoa.

Well, too rich for my blood.

- Yeah, me too. - Call.

-Bam. -Oh! Nice. -Yes.

Wow.

I guess it's just not your night, Charles.

- Oh! - Oh! Damn.

Maybe we should take a break

before the next hand?

Uh, Captain, could you step into my office for a minute?

- What a hand. - Wow.

Hang in there, buddy. Hang in there, man.

If you brought me over here to give me a pep talk, save it.

-I think Tully's cheating. -What?

I've been watching, and after the first hand,

Rattle grabbed two chips

and Tully folded right before you won with four kings.

Now, this time,

Rattle took two sips of beer,

and Tully won with four aces.

You think Rattle was signaling Tully that he had a better hand?

Exactly.

Oh, it's probably just a tell you're picking up on.

This is not a tell, Captain.

Elsbeth, the only way that he would know

what I was holding is if...

Oh.

He's using sleight of hand

to deal from the bottom of the deck.

Which he would know how to do because he's a magician.

-That son of... -No, wait, wait, wait. What are you gonna do?

I need everyone to clear the room.

What?

Now.

No, Tully.

You stay.

-What's eating you? -You're cheating.

Rattle isn't your poker partner. He's your accomplice.

I knew I never should have agreed to this.

Playing for a detective's job

is too much pressure for you, Charles.

Yeah, Mr. Magician is dealing from the bottom of the deck.

Admit it.

I have done nothing wrong.

Okay, then let's call everyone back in.

But I promise you this,

I'm gonna be watching Rattle's next deal very closely,

as will my

consent decree lawyer.

W... Wait a minute. Wait.

Wait.

What do you want me to say?

Start with the truth.

You always outshone me, didn't you, Charles?

At the academy, after that.

At least when it came to poker, I suppose...

...I just wanted a little edge.

That almost makes you sound sympathetic.

Almost.

Tell you what.

We're gonna keep this between us on one condition.

Buzz stays on the job.

Ah... There.

Congratulations, Buzz.

Phew. For a minute there,

I thought I was clocking out for good.

For the longest time, this was just a job.

Now it's a lot more.

And a lot of it has to do with this lady.

The one person I expected to give us all nothing but grief.

She's made me a better detective.

Oh, Buzz.

- Okay. Maybe now you won't

grumble so much about working overtime.

Are we talking time-and-a-half or can we negotiate?

Cheers.

To you, man.

I'm glad you and Tully came to an agreement,

for all our sake.

I wish it were that easy.

Tully's not gonna back out on the deal, is he?

No.

But I embarrassed the man.

Payback is coming, I'm afraid.