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Straighter. As in less crooked, if that's too complex for you.

Jules?

Are we at an octogenarian forehead festival?

No. Then why are there so many wrinkles?

Steam every table. Now. A Rockefeller is debuting tonight. Sorry, Izzy.

Miss Langford.

Mrs. Langford.

Can I help you?

You'd better.

My daughter, Plum, needs to attend this ball next year.

Is that so?

There are other debutante balls whose barriers to entry are much lower than

mine. Ms. Langford. Mrs. Do you know who I am? Do you know who my father was?

Of course I do. But it seems you don't know who I am.

A Langford of the Railroads family, I presume.

Anyway, you are aware that my wife, Gwen... Your third wife, correct?

Gwen is a Wallace McKee. We were married here in this very ballroom. No, that was

your second wife.

The Barlows and the Wallace McKees practically built New York. Oh, my, what

calluses you must have.

We belong here.

Who belongs here is at my discretion.

And whilst the proceeds of this event may go to charity, my invitations are

not philanthropic.

Plunk. I'm sorry, plum, is it?

She just doesn't fit. But my daughter is at the very top of... Please, let's

avoid the shame of begging, shall we?

Money doesn't get you everything in my world.

Your daughter, Plum, just shines.

Or maybe she needs some powder.

Oh, she does look beautiful, despite that Hollywood trash on her arm.

Brando is a much sought-after escort on the debutante circuit.

You have a vintage car collection, correct?

Mm-hmm. His father just signed on to the Fast and Furious franchise.

You'll have to excuse me. I have a tight agenda to attend to.

The lighting is gorgeous.

Would you like a photo?

Oh, we can't waste friendly lighting.

Not at your age.

I'm sorry, our age.

Oh, could you unlock it? I want the best possible filter.

Plum, fix your hair.

See? Mom, I told you the stylist didn't know what she was doing.

I just do not use hairspray the way they used to.

Pesky ozone layer.

Okay, go.

Oh, uh...

Gwen, you have food in your teeth. Or is that plaque?

Oh, never mind. The lighting

is terrible.

What's all that around?

Buffy, look.

I tell you girls every year you'll rue the red.

You didn't tell me that. Do you want my help or not?

I'll try to clean them. Worst case, we do have extra gloves.

Honestly, I'd be psyched not to have to wear my Aunt Jackie's gross old gloves.

Your wife is causing a scene. Gwen? Oh, damn it. Apologies, your first wife.

Paulina is here? She won't leave until she speaks with you. She'll meet you in

the second floor Astor Suite.

Thank you.

Tell my wife, Gwen.

Aw,

man.

I finished the presentation cards.

Rouge Bouche Buffy got lipstick on her gloves.

Where are the spares? There's one pair left on the top shelf.

Only one?

And why is that, Preto?

Several Debs have been smoking and stained their gloves.

What is the pulmonary propaganda behind young people smoking again?

Do we have any club soda?

Or have there been a rash of upholstery staining, as I'm unaware of? On the

bottom shelf. I can take care of it. No, no.

You get out there and keep your eye on the little nicotine freaks.

And no more stains.

Do you understand me?

Where's Paulina?

I will not let her ruin Plum's debut.

The way you ruined mine?

Your what?

If Paulina doesn't understand... Sterling, shut up!

44 years ago, at this very ball, you destroyed my life. It was my moment to

ascend in society, and everything was perfect.

My presentation, my curtsy, my dress.

Then you humiliated me.

44 years later, you threw around your name and your money and you forced your

way into my ball for your perfect third wife and your perfect prunus daughter.

You decided you had to have your way. So I decided I finally get to have mine.

Oh, my God.

You're... half off.

Whatever's the matter? Where's my dad?

He'll be here any minute. Like Brando? Where are they?

I'm sure your father will be back for Deb of the Year. If not, I will find

him. Now smile.

Don't worry, dear. This could still be a big night for you.

But first, fix your hair.

Presenting, Miss Plum Wallace McKee Barlow.

daughter of Mystery Mrs. Sterling Barlow, granddaughter of the late

Mystery Mrs. Albert Barlow.

And now, for the 72nd Empire City Debutante Ball Deb of the Year, I'm

pleased to announce...

Miss Plum Wallace McKee Barlow.

Sterling has been stabbed.

And he's dead.

That's not red velvet.

still crying over his privileged childhood.

Paid for by the Coalition of Concerned Voters of New York. Can't wait to dive

into the pomp and circumstantial evidence of this case.

The what?

It's a debutante ball. No way.

I thought it was like 10 weddings.

The victim is Sterling Barlow.

Fatal stabbing. I was about to speak with the ball director.

What a terrible thing to happen at such a beautiful event.

And mine at that.

I'm Izzy Langford of the Empire City debutante ball.

We're Elspeth Tassioni and Detective Nina Taylor of the NYPD.

Did you know the victim? He was a ball attendee, and he's a Barlow of the

Barlows. Everyone knows him. How terrible that his wife discovered him.

We're just starting our investigation.

Who is his wife? His third wife, Gwen Wallace McKee Barlow, and yes, of the

Wallace McKees, is the...

Part of their last names?

I noticed the blood on the sword as soon as they began cutting the cave.

Wow, an actual sword.

You must have good eyes.

Exacting standards are how I pull off this event every year. Who was holding

the sword? Brando.

Well, Plum, but it was Brando's sword, which makes perfect sense because

Sterling was furious that Brando was Plum's escort for Deb of the Year and

not him.

But I told him no matter how unhappy he was, I would not break protocol.

Escorts escort devs, not fathers.

Why are there plums?

So I assume that Brando will be placed under arrest soon.

Weapons, fury, and male ego. What a deadly combination.

Sorry, Izzy, they're demanding to speak with you.

If you'll excuse me, my assistant Jules will fill you in on any details you may

need. Clearly, a lot of them.

Is it hot in here?

Or am I just confused?

Okay, I understand what Deb is, but who or what is a plum?

And don't forget Brando. Right.

Brando was the escort or date for Mr.

Barlow's daughter, Plum. Oh.

Plum was named Deb of the Year, the highest honor of the Deb circuit.

That sounds like a big deal.

So Sterling was furious that Brando was escorting Plum for Deb of the Year and

not him?

That's news to me.

Mr. Barlow forgot there even was a Deb of the Year ceremony.

He told me he was itching to go home after cocktails.

Jules, now.

Sorry.

So Sterling was either killed at a ball he didn't even care about.

Or he cared so much that he died for it.

According to the Izzy Langford.

Galsmith, what are you doing here?

I have concerns.

The Coalition of Concerned Voters seemed like just the place to bring them.

You used me.

You twisted what I told you about Alec. It wasn't anything you said.

I could just see in your eyes.

You don't trust Alec Bloom.

So why should anyone else?

Well, this is about facts, not mind reading.

I told you everything I know about your late husband.

Now, you tell me everything you found out about Alec. You didn't tell me

anything I didn't already know about Milton.

Like murder?

There were things I didn't want to acknowledge.

But deep down, I knew who I married.

What do you have on Alec? Or is this just politics as usual? One team has to

win. This isn't a game, Elizabeth.

Alec is that kind of slick... populist who has the potential to upend the

entire power structure of new york and that resonates with enough people that

you have to tear him down at all costs show me the proof behind your campaign

do you need it or do you already know enough to make your own decision

you think the new ads are working on voters i

don't know they're working on me though

I'm not sure what to do.

I mean, do I talk to Alec? Well, that sounds like a good start. Just trust

yourself, Elizabeth.

So, what do you got?

Brando Wilde isn't holding.

He was MIA for a portion of the evening. The blood on his sword does match

Sterling Barlow's. We're waiting on prints.

I can't believe that Brando is the son of the Kane Wilde. The debutante ball

was comprised of who's who's.

Pooh being the operative word, I don't recognize most of the names. These are

very powerful New York families.

Doing weird, outdated society rituals with their unwed daughters.

Prom was bad enough for me. Yeah, my daughter did cotillion.

The table alone for the Empire City Ball is $30,000.

Hmm. I'll stop my complaining.

I don't know.

An evening with your parents?

All eyes on you?

Curtsies?

Sounds sort of enchanting.

In a transactional sort of way.

But transactional with beautiful gowns.

Only Brando's prints on the sword handle, Sterling's blood, and cake on

the blade. Now, I love cake as much as the next person, but that Izzy sure

seemed good at identifying blood versus red velvet at a

distance.

Bless you, now.

Go talk to Brando.

I didn't kill anyone.

I mean, do you know who my father is?

Yes. Is it true that he's going to play Crocodile Dundee on Broadway?

He's trying to intimidate us.

Oh.

Well, does your father know where you are right now?

Please, don't call my dad. So you expect us to believe that someone took your

sword, killed Sterling Barlow, put the sword back without leaving Prince, and

you didn't notice? Yes.

That sounds a lot like my dad's movie, Scapegoat 5.

Ooh, it actually does.

Well, Izzy Langford said that Sterling was upset with you. Did you two have a

fight?

A fight?

R.I.P. to the dude, but he was a little bit too old to fight.

Did you ever leave your sword unattended?

No.

Well, actually, yeah.

I was occupado for a bit.

We're gonna need you to elaborate.

Oh, check my texts.

But, uh, not my photos.

Um, well, it's a lot of texts.

From a lot of women.

Thanks.

It's that random number.

Um, au naturel? It means naked.

I looked it up.

Um, so, I got...

Au naturel, and I put my sword in the hallway, just like it says.

And, you know, I waited, and I'm all pumped up to do... Au naturel things.

Got it. But then nobody came.

It's a bummer, you know? I'll never find out who Hot Mama was.

Oh, don't you worry.

We'll find out.

I am not Hot Mama. What do you take me for?

Oh, sorry.

We just... Do you think I would cheat when Sterling isn't out of town?

Do you have any idea how much money I would stand to lose?

The text message was sent from your phone, and you discovered your husband's

body. It's what we would call strange.

What's strange is my husband was murdered with a sword.

Check my messages, but not my photos.

I never texted Brando.

Does he want me to?

The text isn't here, not even in your deleted folder.

But you could have permanently deleted it. I don't know how to do that.

Did anyone else use your phone?

A few people took photos of me and Plum.

Izzy offered, but the lighting was terrible.

She does have exacting standards.

That she does.

Which is why this is all my fault.

I made Sterling get Plum into the ball.

It was just so embarrassing that Plum hadn't made her debut there when all the

other important kids had.

It must be so fun.

For the girls.

Everyone is there. It's great for networking. Oh, sure.

Like internships.

Plum already oversees a staff of over 80 at the mental health charity, but sure.

Internships. Oh, here's our little intern now.

Plum, please help Mommy with her alibi.

She was with me all night until she found my dead dad.

We are so sorry about your father.

We were told he was upset Brando was escorting you for Deb of the Year. That

may have led them to have a fight. A fight over me? No.

My dad couldn't stand Brando, but that's not why. Then why?

He's new money.

Hollywood, it's not a good look.

Brando was just hot arm candy.

Debutantes might be an antiquated tradition, but no one there is fighting

over anyone's honor.

Least of all Brando Wilde. But if your father hated Brando, then why did you

pick him as an escort?

I didn't.

Izzy did.

I was surprised when Izzy invited Plum to the ball. But they're the Wallace

McKee Barlow's. I'd suggested Plum in years past, but Izzy always said no.

You don't know what you're talking about, Jules.

Focus more on not mouth-breathing Jules.

We hear they made a large donation to the ball's charity.

These people will always find a way to get what they want.

And I've been axe-throwing enough times to know that weaponry and alcohol were a

bad idea.

The ball hasn't had swords for decades for that reason. So why bring them back?

I wanted to harken back to the old days.

I'm embarrassingly nostalgic.

Apologies for my delay.

I was defusing an upset parent.

Murder is upsetting.

No, I somehow announced a parent's title wrong. More important than murder to

these people.

So glamorous.

What's the age cutoff for Debbie Dunn? About the same as for your jacket.

Good one.

So, what was Sterling doing in the Astor Suite?

That was the holding area for families before the ball.

Who knows how they ended up in that room.

They? Sterling and Brando, the boy with the bloody sword.

You just cannot trust new money. Or oh-so-trustworthy old money.

Did you offer to take a photo using Gwen's phone? That is something I might

have done, but I cannot recall specifically.

You don't remember using the phone of someone who gave you $2 million?

It's quite tacky to discuss money.

Why did it take that donation to let Plum into your ball?

She's very accomplished.

This is a world of accomplishment.

Another word for privilege.

I feel your disdain, but this ball is a significant cultural event, enough to

grace the covers of little-known magazines over the years, such as Dress

Up and Life.

Speaking of over the years, Sterling told Jules that he didn't even remember

Deb of the Year, which means that he was at a ball before.

Mm-hmm.

1982.

And that is me.

With 80s hair.

Aw.

Wait, so you knew Sterling? It's my job to know everyone worth knowing to some

degree. So the children who attend today are children of people who attended

before? It's called nepotism.

It makes the world go round. Or lopsided.

I don't mean to be tacky, but it's so expensive.

How did your parents... Oh, well, I will say, my father was very lucky he had

only one daughter.

Why did you pair Brando with Plum if you're so against new money?

I do intensive research to make the perfect Deb escort pairings. Why were

they perfect?

Isn't it obvious?

No.

They both speak English.

They both love movies.

And height, Brando, is a very good height.

But I will not blame myself for what happened.

Boys that age are born to hurt.

It was ever thus.

Was it? Sterling was the escort for his first wife. A very bitter, brutal

divorce. Paulina.

Excuse me. Oh, we got Sterling's phone records.

They're still in touch.

How wonderful.

I had heard otherwise.

My mistake.

Well, that's okay.

You can't know everything, can you? No.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to coordinate the takedown of the ball

amidst this most macabre complication. Of course.

The Deb world awaits.

Sterling Barlow was a grade-A son of a bitch.

The worst husband I ever had, and I'm glad he's dead.

Can you think of anyone who would want to hurt Sterling?

Hmm.

We'll be checking your alibi.

Sterling's phone records show he called you right before his death.

But that doesn't mean you were on good terms, does it?

Does this sound like good terms?

Where the hell are you, witch?

They told me you're here.

He was waiting for you? Why?

Beats me.

I wouldn't be caught dead in that crowd.

Too soon?

Yeah. Well, if there's nothing else, I'd like to go.

Unless you'll let me see the crime scene photos.

Please. No.

I do have one more thing.

Um, your dead ball in 1982, it got a big spread in dress-up. Do you remember

Izzy Langford?

Oh, I don't.

See my smile?

That was the beginning of the evening, probably the only good date I ever had

with Sterling.

And even then, I vaguely recall I wasn't the only one he sent home crying that

night. He liked to spread his jerk around.

But look who's crying now.

And by that, I mean dead.

Anything else? No, thanks.

We'll be in touch, if we have to be.

I want to sage the room. I don't like to judge, but everyone we're meeting lately

is the worst.

Why the trip down memory lane with the magazine?

I think Izzy knew Sterling better than she's saying.

She wouldn't let Plum into the ball until he forked over a truckload of

cash. Izzy seemed surprised when we told her that Sterling and Paulina were still

in touch.

And why did Sterling call Paulina thinking she was at the ball?

Coroner's report.

So we're not going with the smarmy kid with the bloody sword in his hand?

No.

Hi. I happen to know the editor of Dress Up, the Gisela Mott, and

I thought you'd like a copy. How kind of you to come to my home unannounced.

I also know Gisela. Oh, of course you do.

Thank you for the old magazine.

Oh, um...

Why did Sterling leave Paulina a voicemail asking where she was at the

ball? Maybe Paulina was at the ball. No. We confirmed that she was 11 courses

into a 24-course tasting at an absurdly priced restaurant.

Then it's a mystery.

But the voicemail, it was so angry.

I told you it was a ghastly relationship.

Oh, horrible.

But who gave Sterling the idea that Paulina was there?

Did Jules... Darling?

Your phone hasn't stopped ding-ding-dinging. Damn it. Everything

okay? Oh, I have to take this.

Um, Hyden Langford, this is Elsbeth... Doesn't matter. Will you please see

Elsbeth out and take off that ridiculous hat?

Apologies. She isn't always like... Well, no, she is always like this.

Well, I don't mind, and I love the hat, for what it's worth. I was just playing

with my model trains, but Izzy doesn't like me to talk about that.

Did you just say model trains?

My family had a little bit of a railroad monopoly, so no one's actually worked

for decades.

Hobbies are important.

One must do something with their time.

Oh, I agree.

Although my principal hobby as of late is investigating murders.

Do you and Izzy share any hobbies?

Izzy has her debutante role.

Well, that's just one night. What about the rest of the year?

You wouldn't believe the prep that goes into it for her. And the debutantes.

Wow.

Well, yours and Izzy's hobbies, they seem like completely different worlds.

I know what you're thinking.

It's what everyone thinks.

Izzy and I don't make sense together, so she must have married me for my money.

Oh, no, I was... I'm not offended. I know she didn't get the husband she

really wanted.

Honestly, she never would have glanced my way if not for her father's tragic

death, after which her family had to uproot.

to a modest four-bedroom apartment on Third Avenue. I imagine that must have

been hard for her.

What people don't know is I was there to pick up the pieces when Izzy felt

humiliated.

We got married.

She devoted her life to the ball to make right what happened to her that night.

That night?

Did she trip during the waltz?

Silly thing for a girl to get upset about, but you know how young women are.

Anyway, choo-choo time is over, so if you don't mind... Yes, I will just

disembark. No, no, keep it. Really? And here, for you. Oh, thank

you, Haydn. This was so fun.

And much needed.

Oh, one more thing, Izzy.

Brando took a lot of... au naturel selfies in a room by himself at the time

of Sterling's murder.

And the angle of the stab wound shows that it was done by someone much shorter

than Brando.

He has that good height, like you said.

So Brando has been cleared!

Next stop, Investigation Station!

A crybaby?

Going through everything I ever said about my childhood. The depths to which

they'll go to. I mean, I had to work through college.

Sorry,

but I need you to listen.

The ads aren't going to stop.

Winnie Crawford has proof behind what they're saying.

You spoke with her?

This could just be Winnie using you again.

No, Alec, please. You need to give me more credit.

You're right.

They have proof.

So... You can either own up to the truth now or go down for it later.

Well, can't you at least own up to me?

So... technically, I wasn't unhoused.

I had a fight with my folks, and I ran away from home.

I spent a few nights on the street.

But the experience was profound.

I mean, what I learned about life in just those few nights made me want to be

a public servant.

When I told the story, it became this runaway train.

It made people care about housing. So I felt responsible to keep sharing and

maybe growing the story to raise awareness.

I meant no harm.

I'm glad you finally told me.

But what matters is you tell the truth to the public.

About everything New Yorkers deserve to know. No, this is just politics.

No.

If you don't tell them, I will.

Everything I could find on Izzy Isidore Klintock.

Oh, great.

You good?

Tip-top.

So, all roads keep leading back to Isadora.

Her husband was so nice, but he made it sound like Izzy's life really changed

for the worse after her father's death.

According to this police report, Atticus Clintock died in a car accident on April

3rd, 1982.

Wait.

That's the day after Izzy's dead ball.

That feels very connected.

Why can't people just be honest about their past?

Well, that's where we come in.

Right.

We should talk to her family.

Here's an obituary for Izzy's mother.

Survived by daughters Isadora Langford and Raina Sullivan.

But Izzy told us she didn't have any sisters.

We're stepsisters. When I was 10, her mom married my dad.

Isadora doesn't like to acknowledge her past, including me.

And can I just say that debutante balls are a disgusting display of wealth

consolidation. And beautiful gowns.

I mean, Izzy's obsession with them is like some sort of trauma response.

Because of her father's death the day after her ball?

Not exactly. My stepmom told me that sweet little Isadora stole her dad's

credit card to buy a Deb dress.

I mean, it was on sale, but her dad was having major financial issues, so

Isadora lied, said the dress was borrowed, planning to return it after

the ball.

But some snobby rich kid saw the 50% off tag sticking out and decided to make fun

of her.

And then he cut her dress strap with his sword so that the dress would fall half

off. Oh, that's terrible.

A sword?

When her dad found out about the dress, he was livid.

He died on his way trying to return it.

His car got hit by a semi.

Hold on. Was Sterling Barlow who teased Izzy? This guy? Right here?

I don't know his face, but yeah, I remember the name.

What a jerk.

Wait.

The straps.

Captain, we have the motive.

There she is. Arrest her.

You stole Buffy Winsinclair's heirloom debutante gloves from my home. I did

not.

This woman entered my domicile under the ridiculous guise of liking model trains

and then absconded with the gloves in one of her sacks.

Well, I do like model trains, and I prefer mittens.

You went to Mrs. Langford's home without Detective Taylor?

Furthermore, she and Detective Tall... Taylor. They spoke to my stepsister,

Raina, whom I barely know. She knows you well enough to tell us the story of

Sterling Barlow damaging your Deb gown in 1982.

I totally forgot it was him.

You forgot it was the Sterling Barlow?

I was wrong, Captain.

You should award Elizabeth the Medal of Honor for her police work in uncovering

that 17-year-old rich kids are jerks.

You know, I had a feeling I didn't like Sterling, but I could never put my

finger on why.

So I thank you for the clarification.

And you carried that grudge all these years.

Grudge.

More like a gift.

Oh, I know what Haydn told you, between blows of your obnoxious whistles.

He's a very sweet man who needs a little embellishment to make himself feel

heroic.

And whilst I obviously blocked out what happened to me that night, I carried the

lesson.

It pushed me to achieve.

I now run the most prestigious debutante ball in the nation.

And I'm happily married to Haydn. He's a very good man. Who happens to have multi

-generational wealth.

I love Haydn.

So in a way, Sterling was the best thing that ever happened to me.

I wish I could thank him.

Too bad he had a sword plunged through his chest.

My, what graphic language.

There is no way I could have gone off and murdered someone and still have had

that elaborate ball run so perfectly that night. It ran perfectly for you.

The value of the missing gloves should put the charges in the felony category.

Arrest her or find those gloves.

Oh, I promise you, Isadora, we won't rest until we do.

You better find those gloves.

What did you do?

Alec has been missing events and ignoring messages.

The last thing he attended on his calendar was Time With You. If he's dead

in your house, I'm going to be very upset.

We talked.

I gave him an ultimatum. Oh, God. You broke his heart? Now?

No!

I told Alec he had to tell voters the truth about him not being unhoused, or I

will. This isn't an after-school special, Elsbeth. This is mayoral

politics. I know exactly what this is, Marissa. So you know Alec is the best

candidate in hope for New York. But New Yorkers don't know who he is.

Untruths are woven into his story. He's selling a lie.

He's selling a future for the people of this city. A future you may have taken

away from them. Your fight is with Alec.

Not me. I won't support lies.

This coming from someone who defended Peter Florek in Chicago.

I am one voter who hopes Alec resumes campaigning soon.

We're set up in the interrogation room.

You good?

Never better.

Let's go.

The Wynn Sinclairs won't stop calling about the gloves.

You sure you didn't take them? It'd be a huge help if you did. Oh, I'm sure.

Izzy insists that the ball went perfectly, but this is the second

mistake that I'm aware of. The gloves and the name thing. That was actually my

fault. What happened? Mr.

Fisher, sorry, Sir Fisher got knighted. But American citizens can't use titles,

so he got British citizenship.

He told me right after I gave Izzy the presentation cards.

So I ran back and put the title change card on the desk. But Izzy must not have

seen it because she was dealing with Buffy's gloves.

So Izzy called him Mr.

during the presentation. It was a total disaster.

I'd be beside myself, too. You saw Izzy when you put the card on the table? No.

When I heard the mistake, I went back to the office.

I saw the card and threw it in the fire.

Izzy would have blamed me and fired me. And I totally deserve it, don't I? I

remember those fires.

Izzy insisted.

She thought it was a romantic throwback to pass balls.

Or a great place to destroy evidence.

Please don't tell Izzy.

I'd love to take over the ball one day. Sounds like a blast.

It is. My hair falls out from stress sometimes, but it usually grows back.

Izzy did something with those gloves.

The hotel wants to open up the crime scene for a wedding. Can we clear it?

No, not just yet.

Hello?

Presenting, Miss Elspeth, Goldman's daughter, Tassie Amin.

of Miss Tessione's many accomplishments.

Lawyer, mother, can-nap anywhere.

Knock it off.

You messaged me that you found Buffy's gloves.

Where are they? And why are you dressed in that ridiculous outfit?

It helped me solve the case.

Oh, and thank you, Jules. You got all my information correct, unlike Izzy on the

night of Sterling's murder.

I'm leaving.

Oh, wait, not without your dress.

Well, the dress that you photoshopped onto your Deb gown in your office.

Jules found it hidden in your desk.

But this strapless dress is from 1996,

14 years after your ball.

The Gisela Mott found it for us.

Your original debutante dress, as appears here, had straps.

Your motive became even clearer to me when I realized that you photoshopped

your dress to erase the humiliation that Sterling inflicted upon you. You wanted

to make perfect the night that you say defined your life.

Oh, speaking of balls.

First on the program.

Program. Pump.

Putting all of this on.

It made me realize how much pressure is put on a young Deb, on a young you.

And then Sterling ruined your dress.

And in your mind exposed your family's financial troubles.

You give that man too much credit.

Your father dying.

It was a tragedy.

So you married sweet Haydn.

And you reclaimed your status.

And then you took control of the ball.

And you wouldn't invite Plum. Oh, no, no, no, no. That is until Sterling

forced his way in with his money. Proving that money really does rule this

world. And then you had an entire year to prepare for Sterling's murder.

To prepare for the ball.

Next on the program... Circumstance shall evidence.

You set up Plum with Brando, knowing Sterling hated new money. Then you

texted Brando from Gwen's phone, signing it, dash hot mom.

But who signs their texts?

You do.

You responded to me if you insist.

Dash Izzy.

It's good manners.

You reinstated the sword tradition and had fires everywhere.

You made sure Jules saw you look for gloves in the office as an alibi, and

then you took Brando's sword from the hall.

But you weren't perfect that night.

Jules came back to the office with a title change card while you were in the

other suite with Sterling. And you didn't take into account Buffy wearing

important heirloom gloves.

They were disgusting old gloves from her Aunt Jackie.

Aunt Jackie O.

Yes, the.

She was a friend of the family and everyone called her Aunt Jackie. So

cute.

But you couldn't return the gloves because... You threw them into the fire

after you killed Sterling.

The pearl buttons survived the flames.

Expensive things tend to last.

Here's your escort.

He called me half-off.

After everything he did to me, he couldn't even remember my name.

You better turn on the news.

Oh, is it her case?

New York City mayoral candidate Alec Bloom is set to make an announcement

regarding the state of his campaign.

There's speculation he may drop out of the race. Drop out?

Maybe. Or maybe he'll be that rare politician who comes clean.

Or maybe neither.

Or maybe both.

Maybe.

The question becomes, what will you do?

Here's Alec Bloom now.