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So Help Me Todd...

You did not speak
to Beverly Crest, did you?

I am this close to getting
my name above the letterhead.

Chuck, we have to talk.

Allison, are you living here?

Is it ethical for you to kiss
me, and then spend two weeks

gaslighting me into thinking
it never happened?

Did you know that Harry
has Parkinson's disease?

My doctors, they told me

that I only have
seven to ten years left to live.

* What you, what you,
what you gonna do? *

* Feeling on the vibe
in the room *

Portland's first
Michelin-Starred restaurant.

I know.

Cheers. To some
mother-daughter time.

I'm just your backup because
your boss cancelled on you.

Mm-mm.

Well, yes,
all right, okay. Yes.

Um, you know,
Beverly is a foodie,

a big foodie
like you,

and, um, next week

is my final interview
for named partner, and...

I wanted
to impress her.

But...
I'd rather be here with you.

What, so you can
grill me about Chuck

over grilled melon?

I am not going to
grill you about Chuck.

Can we just enjoy our meal
and enjoy the company

and enjoy our time.

Thank you.
Thanks so much.

Thank you.

Just do have one little, tiny...

...friendly thing

to say, to comment on.

Um, weren't you wearing
that exact same outfit

at last week's
family dinner?

Yes, because I am, yes,
still living out of a suitcase.

No, not at the hospital.
Okay.

Yes, at an Airbnb in Southeast.

- Southeast?
- Yeah.

Allison...
Excuse me, Margaret?

Hi, I'm Lauren Park.
Welcome to Flora & Fauna.

Lauren Park. Uh, this is
Susan's friend

from college, and-and
Todd's as well.
Mm.

Uh, it is just delightful
to meet you,

and thank you so much
for helping us with this,

uh, reservation. Yes.
My pleasure.

Lauren, this is, um,
my daughter, Allison.

Hi. The flowers are...

Enjoy.
Thank you so much.
Thank you.

Okay, so, Allison,
here's another thing...

Oh, my God, you're
not gonna...

- You can't avoid Chuck forever.
- Okay...

I don't want to talk about this.
Five weeks so far.

Yeah, that's what I've
been trying to tell you.

This is crap!

How many times do I need
to tell you, you got to taste

the food before
it goes out?

Zero. 'Cause I quit!

Why don't you go back

to culinary school
and learn how to use

- a salt shaker!
- Screw you, Jax.

I'm gonna need a lawyer.

Get back into the kitchen.
You're scaring everyone.

Come on.

Very sorry, everyone.
Nothing to worry about.

Just a temperamental,
but very talented chef.

Oh, my God.

Lauren Park? Or is it
still freshman year,

and you go by
"Lolo"?

Todd, you can catch up
later, please.

So, we have more
than enough evidence

to prove that Jax Price
is an abusive boss

and guilty of
"intentional infliction

of emotional distress."

Yeah, well, my therapy bills
alone can prove that.

I can't believe

he's trying
to throw out our lawsuit,

like, a week after we filed it.

Don't worry about that,
it's very common.

We'll take care of that
in the motion to dismiss hearing

this afternoon.

And two of your co-workers
have already agreed to testify

on your behalf when
we get to the actual trial.

Only two?

He berates everyone
on a daily basis.

Half of the staff are on
antidepressants because of him.

I find that
personally offensive.

These alpha male bosses
thinking they can just get away

with trampling all over
their employees. Uh, Todd,

get the crumbs
off the table, please,

and next time use a plate.

Not to mention
alpha female bosses.

Jax has always
been harsh,

demanding
of excellence,

but lately,
he's just been

cruel, like, trying
to mess with our heads.

Accusing me of under-seasoning
my food, which is a joke.

Was your meal under-seasoned?

Oh, no, not at all.

It was absolutely perfect.

And we will hold Jax

accountable for his
atrocious behavior.

Right.

What is it?

I'm just scared.

Portland isn't that big.

Jax has a lot of influence
in the culinary world here.

- He can ruin my career.
- Lauren,

you told me that,
although you love being a chef,

you could not stand one more
second of his abuse.

That's why this lawsuit
isn't just

about the money. These
toxic kitchens have to change.

And I, for one, admire you

for standing up
to a bully like Jax.

Wait,

and that pizza you made us...
Okay.

...when the
fire department came?

No, that was
not on me.

Those dorm kitchens
had terrible ovens.

Yeah, yeah.
Terrible.

I can't believe you two
are working together now.

Yeah, but maybe not
for much longer.
Wait, what?

Yeah, well, I've got
less than 100 hours left

until I get my P.I. license
restored, and then, who knows,

I might go back out
on my own, or...

Okay, got to go.
I'll see you at the courthouse

later this afternoon.

And it's really nice

that you guys are friends
and everything's fine.

Okay, bye.

Bye, Lauren.

It is fine, right?
Yeah.

Yes, it's all
totally fine.

Even Peter thinks it's fine,
and I told him everything.

Wait, you what?
You told him what?

I told Peter everything.
He knows everything.

Uh...
That you're dating Amy now,
that I kissed you.

Wait, why would you...
Are you serious?

You didn't actually...
Does he hate me?

No, of course not.

Peter is very secure. He's not
threatened by you at all.

Uh, thank you?

Yeah, he understands that
I just, you know, got cold feet.

And I looked over
my five-year plan,

and I did put an asterisk
next to this year

and labeled it
"a crisis of confidence."

I'm an asterisk
on your five-year plan?

Yeah, an asterisk.

Followed by: marry Peter,
buy a house, have a baby,

name it "Ruth" after RBG,
become a partner here

and... write a children's book.

Hmm.
So anyway, now that

we both have it out of
our systems, and all of us know,

it's done, and fine,
and we can both move on from it.

Why does everyone think they
could write a children's book?

Your Honor,
dismissing this lawsuit

sets a dangerous precedent
for protecting employee rights.

Or perhaps your client
isn't capable of performing

in a high-pressure
environment.

Harry Truman said it best.
"If you can't stand

the heat, get out
of the kitchen."

And if it were 1942,

your archaic quote
might bear some weight.

But today,
the law protects employees

from the toxic behavior
of Mr. Price.

Your Honor, we have
signed affidavits from all

of Flora & Fauna's employees
denying the allegations

against my client,
including

the two employees that were
gonna testify against him.

Your Honor, th-this is clearly
witness intimidation.

Huh. Other than
your client's testimony,

do you have
any other witnesses?

Uh, no, Your Honor,

uh, we-we don't,
but given the time...

I suggest you refile

when you find them,
Counselor.

Motion to dismiss granted.

Don't worry.
We will file an appeal.

Jax obviously threatened
my co-workers.

They're all afraid
of losing their jobs.

He's not gonna
get away with it.

Well, you just 86'd your entire
career. No decent restaurant's

ever gonna hire you.
I'm gonna make sure of it.

Do not speak to my client.

You know, I just think while
you deal with Lauren's appeal,

maybe you have another case
that I could take on.

Or two or three.

You know, I have evenings
and weekends off, so...

Oh, Todd, why the...
why the frantic dash to...

...sop up the last 100 hours

so you can get
your P.I. license back?

Oh, why the mad push to get
your name above the door here?

Because I now bring in 32%

of this firm's revenue.
Right.

And I deserve it.

Yeah, you're a manager,
not an employee.

A leader, not a follower.
That's right.

Yeah, you don't want to be
working under somebody else.

Oh, I do not.
And that's how I feel!

My license will set me free!

I can't be working
for my mother forever.

I want to be a professional
private investigator again.

Roaming the streets, seeking out
crime and fighting it,

a self-employed
soldier of fortune.

Self-employed. Again.

Uh, without health insurance.

Again.
Oh, boy.

Taking on
a small-business overhead.

Again. And without
a retirement plan again.

Why are you raining
on this particular parade?
Because, Todd,

you are my 32-year-old
precious son

and my only unmarried child.

And after everything
that you have been through,

I would like to see you
have a semi-realistic plan

before you go trotting off
into the great unknown. Again.

Uh, I have a plan.
I have a big plan.

I have a five-year plan.
Oh?

Um... buy a house,
get married, have a baby,

name it "Ruth" after RBG,
um, write a children's book...

Why does everyone think they
can write a children's book?

Tell me about it.
Uh, I'm sorry, Lauren...

I'm sorry. I...
I didn't know where else to go.

Jax is dead.

* *

Lauren, all you have
to do is plead "not guilty,"

and I will handle the rest.

Is a jury really going
to believe that I went

to go pick up my paycheck,
and I found Jax's dead body?

That I left my bloody
handprints everywhere because

I was trying to help him?

Our job is
to make them believe it.

Who's going to take care
of my parents if I go to prison?

Who's going to remind them
what the Wi-Fi password is,

or take them
to doctor's appointments?

They need me.

It's not going to get
to that point, I promise.

All rise for the
Honorable Judge Rajkovich.

Be seated.

The charge is murder
in the second degree.

How does the defendant plead?

Not guilty.

Your Honor, based on the
violent nature of the crime,

the prosecution recommends the
defendant be held without bail.

Your Honor, Ms. Park
has no criminal history.

We ask that she be released
on her own recognizance.

Your client has no alibi,
and stabbed Jax Price.

Allegedly.
And then fled
the scene of a crime

when a produce
delivery man saw her.

She is a flight risk.

Your Honor, she fled
because she was terrified.

And she did turn herself in.

I'm setting bail at $50,000.

The court will set a date
for a preliminary hearing.

Uh, Lauren,

go with the bailiff,
fill out the paperwork.

Then you can
go home, okay?
Okay.

Susan, let's start building
a witness list of all of Jax's

current and former employees,
and the produce delivery man.

I'll also subpoena
Lauren's cell phone records

to bolster her alibi.
Yes.

Whatever we can do to
establish reasonable doubt.
Okay.

What time is it? Good.

Uh, Flora & Fauna
should not still be

an active crime scene by now.

She'll be right back.

So, I'm going to go
out there with Todd

and see what
we can find out.

I don't get fine dining.

Why spend a small fortune
on tiny bites and weird sauces?

Because it's delicious,

and it's an experience.

Uh, seven-layer dip
is an experience.

And it's only five bucks at that
amazing food cart at Nob Hill.

Okay, we need to focus.

We need to speak
to whomever we can to get a lead

on an alternate suspect.

Okay, uh, no, no,
no, no, no.

Uh, we should separate.

You go on around the back
to the kitchen.

You're banishing me
to the back like a troll?

I guess you don't want
those remaining hours after all.

Okay, fine, I am going,
but I'm rounding up.

Sorry. We're closed.

Um, I'm Attorney
Margaret Wright.

I'm representing Lauren Park.

Who murdered my friend. Goodbye.

I believe she is innocent,
and I'm...

I'm here to collect information,
uh, looking for the real killer.

Can we talk?

Lauren was a ticking time bomb
with anger issues

who couldn't take criticism,
and I don't want to...

Uh, is that the '82
Domaine Saint Rousseau?

You know your wine.

Yes, I do. In fact, last week,

I had a bottle
of Chateau Lauzat, '61.

Sit.

Join me.

Thank you.

Oh, thank you.

My name is Rufus.
Uh-huh.

Quimby. I own this place.

What's left of it now.

I can't imagine.

Oh, what can you tell me
about Jax?

We were like brothers,
spent every day together,

built this place
from the ground up.

I believed in his talent.

Jax was on the cusp
of culinary stardom.

A cookbook, TV offers,
more restaurants.

And now he's gone.

I am so sorry for your loss.

Can you tell me
about his personal life?

What personal life?
He was here 24/7.

It sounds like he was

a very demanding boss.

If you worked here, it's because
you wanted to be here.

Everyone wanted
to learn from Jax

because he was simply the best.

Did his employees hate him? Yes.

But make no mistake.

They needed him alive.

We all did.

Oh. Uh, excuse me?

Oh, sorry. Didn't mean
to sneak up on you there.

You scared me.
I could have died.
Oh...

I'm in here all alone
doing CSI grunt work,

and you scare me to death?

Ah, CSI, huh? That's so cool.

Nothing like running a
black light over a murder scene

and seeing it turn into
a Pollock painting, am I right?

Who's Pollock?
Hey, oh...

How do you go to the bathroom
when you're wearing that suit?

You know, I thought
about becoming CSI.

That or Batman,
'cause both have suits.

But I went with P.I. instead.

Todd Wright, almost licensed,
but not to kill.

I don't shake hands
while I'm covered in blood.

I'm Gavin West,
CSI Portland.

Are you on a case,
or are you just some weirdo

who wandered in here?

No, no, no, I'm on a case.
I'm actually on this one.

That's why... I'm here.

Do you actually mind
if I ask you a few questions?

What is next for you
now that Jax is gone?

I have to deal with this place,

and then
I'm taking a very long vacation.

I'm thinking Paris.

Oh, I love Par-ee.
Nothing better

than sitting in the
Tuileries Garden with a latte...

And a freshly baked croissant.

Steps from the Louvre.

Mm. Oh, it sounds so wonderful.

And you deserve it after
everything you've been though.

You should meet me there.

Wow. Ooh.

That is very forward of you.

Do you have Parkinson's disease?

I'm-I'm... I am so sorry.

I didn't mean to snoop.
It's just that my...

My ex-husband had Parkinson's.

It's okay. I'm managing it.

Here. If you ever want to talk,

I happen to know quite a bit
about that diagnosis,

and... I'd be happy
to give any insights.

Thank you.

So, you didn't find anything
unusual at this crime scene?

No, it was
a standard stabbing.

Led to death,
as stabbings tend to do.

Yeah. And no knife?

Not that I saw.

We did find
a massive amount

of substances on and
around the body, though.
Wait.

Substances?
What do you mean "substances"?

It's most likely
cooking ingredients,

but I bagged and tagged
everything for testing.

We should have the results
in 48 to 72 hours.

So cool.
You know, this is my first
restaurant crime scene?

So, I looked
this place up.

$500 for one dinner.

I know, right?
And cooked by a chef

that sounded like
an obnoxious jerk.

Wait. People complained online
about Jax?

Oh, yeah, lots of complaints.

Very, very much complaints.

Huh.

Good afternoon, Beverly.

It's not quite noon yet,
actually.

I hear you're representing
the alleged killer

in the Jax Price
murder investigation.

Yes.
Sorry I had
to break off our dinner

at his restaurant,
by the way.

I'm-I'm actually

just on my way
to hear what new leads

we've rounded up.

Are you?
Mm-hmm.

Maybe I'll join you.

Yeah, of course.

Uh, so, what we're doing,
Beverly,

is we're looking
at online comments

to see if anyone had
a personal grudge against Jax.

Price. The deceased.

So far I've only seen,
like, a hundred reviews

of his "yuzu foam."

- Is that really a thing?
- Yes.

And it's fabulous.

Oh, okay. Good to know.

Yeah-- I just don't get
why people feel the need

to discuss and photograph

every single thing they eat,
you know?

But yeah, no,
I-I like photography.

On Flora & Fauna's Yelp page,

the recent reviews all mention
how Jax was rude to customers

if they complained
about the food.

Oh, well, it sounds
like that Michelin Star

went right to his head.

Here's a
recent review

from username Noma97

targeting Jax, calling him
an "egotistical monster

in need of anger management
classes."

Wait, Noma97 also called Jax
a "pompous pig"

on this foodie website.

And, look, here's Noma97
on Flora & Fauna's "Insta,"

saying they wish Jax dead.

We got to find this Noma97.
I mean, I will. Me.

I will personally discover
the identity

of this possible lead.

In a legal
and aboveboard fashion.

I might have a way.
Hmm?

I clicked on Noma97's Yelp
profile page

and I can see
all of their reviews.

When I drop pins
of all the places

Noma97 reviewed
on this map,

we can see that the majority
of the reviews

are within a ten-mile radius.

Is there any way to narrow
that down to Noma97's location?

Yeah. I...
I believe so.

In another review, Noma97
complained about a vintage

mint-green chair and bench set

they purchased
for their front yard.

Huh?
And when I...

switch the map to street view
and peruse the area,

there's that mint-green
bench set,

at 7255 Oak Knoll Drive.

Okay, I totally would've
figured that out

had I just had, like,
a few more minutes.

And the owner of that
home is "Beezus Miller."

That, too.
Would've got that, too.

Oh, my God. Beezus Miller's
on my witness list.

She was a former line cook
at Flora & Fauna.

Nice work, Lyle.

Margaret.

Hey, you can't just prowl around

a suspect's house. Todd.

Todd.
I am not prowling.

I'm perusing.

We tried the front door.
Now I'm trying the back.

I am here at the dwelling

of the Yelp troll
and possible chef killer,

but my teammate
is grossly compromising

the surveillance effort.

And my teammate Todd Wright
is trespassing.

You talk into your watch, too?

No, I'm-- I'm mocking you.

And do not go
in that door. Todd.

Todd. Todd, don't
go in that door.

Todd. Todd!

Do not go in there.
Whoa.

- Hey, wait. Who are you?
- Get out of here.

Hmm? Mom?

Lyle! Lyle!

There's a stormtrooper!

Todd? Back it up, Noma97.

How did you know my screen name?

Wait.

What is going on down here?

What's all this
Willy Wonka stuff?

It's my molecular
gastronomy lab.

I'm making ice cream

with liquid nitrogen.

And the poor ventilation
allowed the nitrogen

to displace the oxygen.

That's why you fainted.

Did not faint. I slipped.

Who are you?

And what do you want?

We're investigators,

and we want
to know why

you were trashing Jax Price
online as Noma97.

Because I got great
satisfaction out of it

and I didn't have the guts
to say it to his face.

Everybody hates Jax.

Everybody.
Not just his employees.

Mm. And where were you
last night?

At my new job at the Union Café.

Here, try some peach ice cream.

I've been selling it
at the PSU Farmers Market.

No, thank you, I don't eat food

from unlicensed
kitchens.
Mmm.

Wow. Fainting was
totally worth it.

I mean slipping
was totally worth it.

So, you said
everybody hated Jax?

Yeah, but I'm not
gonna name names.

I'm no kitchen snitch.

Really? I wonder what

the Portland Health Department
would think

about the lack of proper
ventilation in here.
No, Lyle.

You cannot report her.

This ice cream
is fantastic.

Here. Look.
But...

You didn't hear this from me.

Have you looked
into Sofie Keller?

The head chef at
Girl & the Wolf?

She hated Jax,

with, like, a raging passion.

They had this huge rivalry,
and once, she threw

a beer bottle at him
because she thought

he stole one
of her dishes.

Oh, that sounds interesting.

This candy's weird, though.

That's not candy.
That's corn smut.

Corn what?

Smut.

Mold that grows on corn.

Oh, Todd.

What in the world possessed you
to eat something

called "corn slut"?

S-Smut, not slut. Oh, God.

I feel awful.

But at least we got a lead
on a new suspect: Sofie Keller.

Um, do we have
the autopsy report?

Yes, and some very
interesting new information

on the murder weapon,
which they have not found.

"Fatal stab wound
made with an implement

"17 centimeters in length,

eight centimeters width
with a fine dipped steel point."

"One-centimeter shirakashi
Quercus oak wood fragment

from the knife handle
found in the wound."

That is a very high-end,
very expensive chef's knife.

Yes. One that Sofie might own.

Yes.

Oh. Hello, Rufus.

I'm sorry, am I
interrupting something?

Ugh, no, no, no.

There's a man on your floor.

Yes, come in.
Come in.
No, no. Come in.

This is my son Todd.
Hi. Hello. I'm dying.

We've actually been
discussing the case.
Just come-- Good morning.

Hello. I'm dead.
The work is here.
Come, sit down.

I'm Todd.
We can help. Um...

What can you tell us about,
um, Chef Sofie Keller?

Are you investigating her?
Yes.

Oh, I suppose that makes sense.

It does, doesn't it?

Actually, does it?

Sofie and Jax had been rivals
since culinary school.

Last year,
when Jax won

Portland's Best Chef over Sofie,
she stabbed him

in the arm
with a fork.

Do you think that, um,
Sofie could have killed him

with, uh,
this knife?

Rare Japanese wood?
Definitely a custom knife.

And Sofie does collect
expensive Japanese knives.

- Oh...
- This, by the way,

is for you.

Oh, my.

Consider it a bribe.

I could really use some
legal help sorting through

the restaurant lease
and some other various

contract matters.

Oh, I-I would be

happy to help.

What do you think this pairs
the best with?

A fine tagliatelle
with pesto sauce.

Oh, God.
Jax showed me how to make
an excellent pesto.

I could teach you while
we go over the lease.

Oh, well...
A trade-off.

Sounds wonderful.

Now if you'll excuse me,

I have another meeting
to attend.

We will be in touch.

Mm.

Todd.

You did not just set up a date

during a murder
investigation, Mom.

No, no, no, Todd, no.

A-Anyway, my window for dating
is closed thanks to Gus Easton.

Rufus and I
are just...

new friends, and he...

well, he happens to have
Parkinson's, like Harry,

and I offered some advice
and support.

He has Parkinson's? That guy?

Yes. Now, Todd,

how are we going to get close
to Chef Sofie Keller?

The police are not looking
at her as a suspect,

so we do not have access to
a search warrant for the knife.

Well, when I have the strength
to stand in six weeks,

I will be looking at her
as a suspect.

Can you c-close
the blinds, please?

It's so bright in here!

Mmm, these are the best muffins
you have ever made.

You know me. Stress baking.

Plus, it gave me an excuse
to stop by.

Tell me it's gonna be okay
and mean it.

It's gonna be okay. I mean it.

And we got the autopsy report
back this morning,

and it shows that Jax was killed
between midnight and 6:00 a.m.

And your GPS cell phone
data suggests

that you were at home
until the produce delivery guy

found you with the body
at 9:00 a.m.

Okay. Won't they just say
that I left my phone at home,

and that I dodged
all the surveillance cameras?

We can establish
reasonable doubt.

And if we find a viable
alternative suspect,

then we have
a very strong case.

If I'd just listened
to my parents

and not gone to culinary school,
I would not be in this position.

That was never gonna happen.
You love cooking.

And if I hear my parents say
one more time

"We did not leave Korea
so that you can be a...

...cook in the kitchen."

I'm just...

I should've been the
"good Asian daughter" like you

and become a lawyer.
Or a doctor.

But I didn't just
become a lawyer

because my parents
pressured me into it.

It just so happens
that I'm a big nerd

and ever since mock trial
in high school,

I enjoy curling up
to a stack of law journals.

I'm sorry.

You're such a weirdo.

I can't believe
you're the same person

who did keg stands in college,
and dated Todd.

Well, you know, I was
a different person back then.

Mm-hmm. Well, Peter
is a total course correction.

I know your parents love him.

They are hardcore Team Peter.
Just like I am.

Oh, good,
you're here. Lauren.

I need a favor.

How do I go about getting
a table at Girl & the Wolf?

Girl & the Wolf? Are you okay?

Smut, yeah. I need
to investigate Sofie Keller.

Apparently, she had
some ugly past with Jax.

Is she the alternative suspect?

Uh, yeah.
Wow.

She's terrifying. Uh...

Okay, uh, Girl & the Wolf.

I feel like they're gonna be
booked up solid forever.

So if you're not gonna get in
with a reservation,

the only way in would be
through the back?

As a dishwasher.

Huh.

Oh, Todd, I'm not going
to let you go in there.

You are barely alive.

Not to mention you've never
washed a dish in your life.

Mom, they're expecting me now.

I had to pull every trick
in the book to get this job.

Okay? I had the lady
call five burner phones

and it was me on all of them...
Okay.

...being French,
Polish, elderly,

all of us recommending me

as dishwasher.
Okay.

Now, luckily they were
"hideously short-staffed"

so I'm in.
Okay. Okay.

I just got to go in there...
All right.

...find that knife...
Okay.

...and I'm gonna puke.
All right.

What-what-- No, no, no, no!
Don't get it in the car.

No, out, out, out.
Don't get it on the car.
Ow!

Oh, my God.
Okay, I'm fine. I am fine.

I'm just very cold
and it's really bright out.

No, God, it is night outside.

Wright? T. Wright?

Here for the dishwasher
position?

That's my cue.

Wright? Todd Wright?

Oh, God, okay. Okay, never mind.

I will go do it myself.

I don't want Beverly thinking

I'm just dropping the ball
on all this.

I'm not even dressed
to be a dishwasher.

This is a very expensive suit.

There we go. Okay.

Hello.

Hi. I'm Toddalina Wright.

I am here for the
dishwashing position.

Why didn't I bring my jacket?

Wow, you look
really... dressed up.

Well, you know,
I just like to dress to impress.

Shall we?

Okay. Oh, God, it's so bright.

Oh, my God.

Do you know who that is?

Oh, it's Jean Paul Depuis,
the notorious restaurant critic.

He always wears disguises.
He's here.

That guy looks sick.

Oh, he is disgusted
by everything.

Get him a table.

Quick, Ansel, take his car.

Someone, play Erasure, now.

This is huge.

Excuse me, sir.

Mr. Depuis?
Uh...

We have a table waiting for you.

Please follow me.
Uh, o-okay.

* A little something
to make me sweeter *

* Oh, baby, refrain... *

- Good evening, Mr. Depuis.
- A pleasure to serve you tonight.

Tonight's amuse-bouche,
a foie gras tartlet

with sour cherry sauce
and a goat cheese foam.

Oh.

Please enjoy it

before this foam dissipates.

Ooh. Hmm.
You mean, right-right now?

Yeah, sure. Foam, my favorite.

This is, uh, cheese foam.

That's, uh, different.

I can see you are
a true gourmand.

Yes, I'm gonna put this foam
in my review, for sure.

You know, um...

this meal is already better
than the one I had

at Flora & Fauna, right before
that prick Jax got killed.

Chef Sofie Keller,
more like Sofie Killer,

is an emotionless Swedish robot.

High probability
she killed Jax...

...along with my stomach.

Be sure to log an extra hour
for digestive distress.

- Work faster.
- Yes, Chef!

Yes, Chef.
Yes, Chef.

Okay.

Oh, God. I don't know
what this stuff is.

Okay, what is this?

This is
how you dress.

For scullery work.

Yes, Chef!

It shows initiative. Style.

You are promoted.
Go out and clear tables.

Yes, Chef. Thank you, Chef.

Rory, I've told you
numerous times

never to go in
there. Never.

And do not touch my knives.

Yes, Chef. Sorry, Chef.

Mmm. Oh.

Sorry. Thank you.

Todd?

Huh?
What are you doing here?

And wearing my jacket.

I don't know, okay?
They think I'm some food critic.

They just shoved me in here.
What have you found out?

Sofie is guarding her knives
very carefully,

and she is hiding something
in the pantry.

We have to get in there.

Come on.

Busboy.
In a minute.

Beverly.

Margaret?

Oh...

What are you doing here?

I might ask you the same thing.

I believe you know Eve Wexler.

Oh, yes, I do. Uh, Eve.

It is so lovely
to see you again.

Well, clearly, Beverly
doesn't pay me enough,

so I'm moonlighting.

No, I'm just joking.

I am doing research.
That's what I'm doing here.

I've got to go.

Enjoy your meal.

Did you throw up in my purse?
What?

I cannot believe that
Beverly Crest saw me here.

In an apron. It was humiliating.

And now she's eating dinner
with Eve Wexler.

Yeah. Who was that?
Oh, Eve is a prominent

Portland patent attorney.

And I heard rumors that
Beverly was considering her

for named partner, and now
they're here having dinner.

Yeah, well, joke's on them,
the food here is disgusting.

Although I think throwing up

all that foam actually
made me feel better.

Now, if I was a knife used
to murder my sworn enemy,

where would I be hiding?

I mean, it makes perfect sense.

With the booming
tech sector in Portland,

hiring a patent attorney

would fill a certain niche
at the firm.

Meanwhile, my niche is
apparently now washing dishes.

Whoa.

Hello, small hidden
potential murder freezer.

Mom, open it.
W-Wha-- Why me, Todd?

Well, I'm a little
queasy, still.

Whoa.

I wouldn't touch that
if I were you.

What are you doing in here,
Mr. Depuis?

And are you wearing her jacket?

Or are you wearing
his pants?

He is not a food critic,
and I am not a table busser.

We are a lawyer and
an investigator.

That's right,
she's terrible at bussing,

and we demand to know
what is in this freezer.

Is it dead bodies?
Parts of dead bodies?

Obviously, you used
that knife to chop up

your victims, put it in there.

Is that the same knife
you used to kill Jax?

Huh? You make a foam
out of his blood?

Wait, did I just eat blood?
Is this a cannibal restaurant?

This is a cannibal restaurant,
isn't it? Oh, my God, I knew it.

Stop talking.

What is all that?
Heads and hands?

Shark fin. Japanese puffer fish.

Which is illegal in the U.S.

We serve private dinners to
our very exclusive clients.

And I did not kill Jax.

Yeah? Is your alibi
as carefully prepared

as that nonsense
you made me eat?

Which did help my stomach,
by the way, thank you.

The night that Jax died, I was
at a meditative sound bath

in Bend working on
my anger issues...

Clearly, it worked.
...which a dozen
people can verify.

Truth is, I stopped envying Jax
when I saw how miserable he was.

He was in
a very dark place lately.

Depressed, acting erratically.

I think that the pressure and
success caused him to relapse.

Wait, relapse?
He had a drug problem?

He was in and out of rehab
early in his career, yes.

All those Yelp reviews saying

that he was rude
to all of his customers...

Do you think that
his erratic behavior

could've been caused
by drug use?

If he was crossing paths
with dealers and addicts...

Then maybe that's
what got him killed.

How can you possibly eat a
breakfast burrito every morning?

- It just goes down really well.
- Morning.

Todd, there's a guy from
forensics here to see you.

Oh, I know that guy.

Who is that guy?
Mom, this is Gavin,

from CSI Portland.

CSI Portland?
Mm-hmm.
It's not a TV show.

It's a real job.

Ah, yes.
Well, how can we help you?

Every crime scene tells a story,
and from this story,

several chapters are missing.

I bagged
23 different substances

from on and around
the victim's body

to send to the lab
for testing.

I am very thorough.

But all 23 are listed here,
aren't they?

Listed? Yeah, but only 14
of them were actually tested.

- And the other eight?
- Nine.

And the other nine?

My supervisor just did
a visual assessment,

assuming that they're
just cooking ingredients.

They assumed?

Okay, so what are
the other substances?

Is there any chance
they could be illegal drugs?

Mm...
We can't know
unless we test them.

Contextual bias
is clearly at play here.

The police are
cherry-picking the evidence

that supports whomever they want
to convict; clearly, Lauren.

This is insufficient
crime scene testing.

It happens all the time.

Not to me.
Not to me.

Susan, we need to file a motion

for independent
testing right away.

These are the new test
results from the crime scene.

It's not drugs, it's just food,
cooking ingredients.

Vitamin E, curcumin?

Another dead end.

If Lauren goes to jail,
it's my fault.

Our fault.
None of our leads panned out

from the witness list,
and the produce delivery guy

is standing by
his original statement.

We are failing her, Todd.

Hey, don't be so hard
on yourself.

We'll figure it out.

Something will show up.
Something will.

Todd, hi. Hi, Susan.

Um, do you have my clothes?

Clothes? What clothes?
I am working right now

with Susan
on a murder case, so...

You're supposed to
have my clothes.

From Chuck.

Oh, right, yes, I do have those.

Can you hold this for a second?

What is this list?

Coenzyme Q10, creatine,

vitamins C, E, curcumin.

They're cooking ingredients.

Well, someone's cooking up
a big antioxidant smoothie.

Wait, seriously?

Todd, this is how you bring me
my clothes? In a trash bag?

What am I, Oscar the Grouch?

Uh, you're welcome for your
laundry service, thank you.

Wait. Allison?

Sorry, Allison, what did you
just say about antioxidants?

Okay, the items on this list
that Todd just thrust upon me

are all... yep,
they're all antioxidants.

And this particular combo
are often used

as a homeopathic remedy for
various neurological disorders

like dementia or Parkinson's.

Parkinson's?

You said Parkinson's?
Yeah, I said Parkinson's.

Rufus, Jax's business partner,
he has Parkinson's.

Hmm, well, this report states

that Jax--
that's the angry chef?

Dead angry chef.
Dead angry chef
apparently had kidney stones

due to high levels of curcumin.

So, as a doctor,
I would hazard a guess

that he's the one
taking these supplements,

and he's the one
who has Parkinson's.

Had Parkinson's.

Rufus and Jax, they can't both
have Parkinson's, right?

I mean, they can, but that's
too weird a coincidence.

Right? Unless Rufus lied.

But why?

Hello, Rufus.

A little something
from my travels in Tuscany.

You haven't lived
until you've been to Parma

and tasted a freshly
cut wheel of Parmesan.

Jax used to call
the grated stuff

they sell in grocery stores
a crime against humanity.

Oh, well, do not look
in my fridge, then.

Did anything turn up
with Sofie Keller?

Or are there any new leads?

Nothing concrete, unfortunately.

And we're not looking
at Sofie anymore.

This wine is superb.

It's the complexity of flavor.

A wide range of notes.

Oak, cherry...

Uh-huh.
Mmm, cassis.

Mmm. That subtle spice.

You are lucky that you have not
lost you sense of taste.

My ex Harry,
he couldn't taste a thing

because
of his Parkinson's.

Turned every meal
into a salt lick.

Well, I-I hope
to dodge that bullet,

but until then, I'll drink
as much wine as I can.

And cheers.

Excuse me one second.

Hello?

Hey, it's me. Uh, uh,
tell her what you told me.

Who's her? Who are
you talking to?
I-It's Mom. It's your mother.

Ow, you just hit me in the face
with your phone.

I am sorry, I didn't mean
to do that. Would you just share

all the information
you just dumped on me?

Oh, I dumped it?

Okay, imparted to me. Will you
just tell her the thing?

Your phone smells like cheese.
Whatever. It's vomit.

Hello? What is this
regarding, please?

Okay, Mom, uh, we got
the independent lab test results

back from the crime scene,
and it wasn't drugs.

Now go.
Okay.

The test results came back

with residue
from an antioxidant regimen

that's typically used
to treat Parkinson's.

No, no, no, but get this.

And? Next?
Okay. God. Sorry. Okay.

So the report suggests
that Jax Price

was the one
taking these antioxidants.

He was the one who
had Parkinson's. Happy?

Yes. They can't both
have it, can they?

I'm... I'm not sure.

But, um, but I-I have to go.

Uh, I have a guest here now.

Rufus is here cooking dinner.

Wait, Rufus is there with you?

Yes, and if you could please
just pick up the dessert

like we spoke about

and then drop it off here
on your way home,

that would be great.
We did?

I am? Did you tell Mom
you'd get dessert?
No.

Oh, wait. Wait, yes, oh, my God.
Oh, my God. You know what?

Uh, we will leave right now
and we'll call the police.

What?
Yes.

Mom, you think Rufus
lied to you?

I'm about to find out.

Find out what?

If you're a good cook.

I'll start chopping this.

And I'll slice the baguette.

Your knife skills
are very impressive.

Fortunately, you're not
experiencing any tremors yet.

Oof.

What are you doing?

You should always use

a serrated knife to cut bread.

And always cut

at a 45-degree angle like this.

Oh.

Hmm.

So...

are you on any kind
of Parkinson's medication?

Not yet, no.

Oh.

I'm just curious,

uh, if-if you're not
taking medication,

and-and you, you don't have
any symptoms,

what led to your diagnosis
of Parkinson's?

If you actually do have it.

I mean, come on.
It all makes perfect sense now.

Jax berating Lauren
for her lack of seasoning

because he had lost
his sense of taste,

the yelling at customers,
the erratic behavior.

Jax had Parkinson's. Not you.

And I bet
that if we look

at your recent
credit card transactions,

we'll find a purchase
of a certain,

very high-end Japanese knife.

Jax hid his diagnosis from me.

Let me invest my money
in his new ventures,

knowing he was sick,

knowing he wouldn't be able
to cook much longer.

He was in denial.

And-and you felt betrayed.

Even when I finally
found out the truth,

I told him I would support him.

But he wanted to quit cooking
and leave town.

I would've lost... everything.

So you killed him.

No. No! No, no,
please, let me...

- Police! Get down on the ground!
- Mom!

Down on the ground!

Oh!
Oh, my God.

Mom, are you okay?

I'm fine.

And thankfully, so is this
very expensive bottle of wine.

Your Honor, given recent
developments in the case,

the State would like
to drop all charges

against the defendant
Lauren Park.

This case is dismissed.

Thank you so much.

And I look forward to having

some more of your
cooking again very soon.

Well, actually, uh, there's
a position open for a head chef

at this little place
in the Pearl,

and I'm gonna go for it now.

Well, maybe you'll
actually have the chance

to be the kind of boss
that you deserve to have.

And I expect a standing table.

Obviously. You both will.

Especially since you risked
your life to help me.

Who does that?

Oh, hey, Lauren.

I heard the
great news.

Yes, case dismissed. 86'd.

Um, I'll see you guys outside?

Okay.

Out of the fire
and into the frying pan.
Mm-hmm.

A happy ending. For all of us.

Wait, what do you mean?

You know, like-like I said,
you and Susan are friends again

and she got over the whole...

The whole...
Breakup.

After college.

I mean, sure, she's the one
that dumped you,

because she wanted
a different lifestyle

and stability,
but she was devastated.

For years.

For years?

You didn't know that.

But it's all
good now, right?

Yeah.
Look, I should probably

get going, but please
thank your mom again for me.

Yeah, of course. Yes.
Oh, and congrats.

Thank you.
Yeah.

Hey, so I, uh, drew up
a real five-year plan.

Oh, you did?
I did.

Yes. Uh, get my P.I.
license back...

Oh, I just signed off on
27 more investigative hours.

Great. Uh, get my own apartment,

solve more murders,
20 to 25 a year,

per year.
Ooh, that's a lot of murders.

Well, I'm not committing them.
I'm solving them.

I see.
Visit Rhode Island.

Get married, have kids.

Ooh, helicopter battle.
Mm-hmm.

Uh, go on the run.
You know, like, be on the lam

for at least two weeks.
I see.

I want someone to jump in my car
and yell, "Follow that car."

I am not driving home with you.

Okay, well, it's not
gonna happen today.

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