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I'm here with the
legendary Matteo Hart,

director of the
Festival of Fashion.

Hello, darling.

What can you tell us about
Nick Garrison's collection

we're about to see?

Get ready. High fashion.

Drama. And a
powerful statement

on climate change.

Now, this will be

Nadine Clay's final walk

on the runway.

Nick and Nadine
are in the process

of divorcing, yet she's

ending her modeling
career in his show.

What does that say?

Love is complicated.

God, you are beautiful. Ugh.

Now, remember,
you're representing

the dying coral reefs,
so there's no smiling.

I want you to feel
used up and empty.

It's easy.

Just pretend to be married
to him for 12 years.

Nobody asked you, Nadine.
That's their mistake.

Oh, well, Francesca here
is ready. Why aren't you?

I don't want to put on my shroud
until I absolutely have to.

In the meantime, I'll take
care of the other girls.

Come with me, Francesca.

You're saving her
from me, is that it?

Yes.

Gisela, thank God.

We were about to
give away your seat.

Not even remotely
amusing, Matteo. I know

you wouldn't miss
Nadine's final walk.

I won't miss your show either.

Oh, I wish you would.

I just threw away

my whole collection.

Oh, Matteo, not again.

Our friend,

little Miss Nadine,
said it reminded her

of Alexander McQueen 2004.

Oh. I had to start over.

Find new inspiration.

And have you? Not yet.

Oh, man, who let you in?

Someone needs to show you
hacks how to take a picture.

Oh, yes, the great
artiste is gonna teach us.

What's the matter... no
action at Belmont today?

Hey! He jostled me. Did you
see that? He jostled me!

You saw that? I didn't
jostle you, Paul.

We've got to hold
for a few minutes.

There's some trouble in the pit.

What kind of trouble?
There's a guy

they're all mad at or
something. They're animals.

You let him in, didn't you?

I'm getting in the
zone. Give me space.

Okay. When you're out
there, I won't even watch.

I hate you. So I've read.

Where's Nadine?

Does anyone know where she is?

No, and I don't see Nick either.

Wow. You all look
so incredible.

Ugh. I wish I had a
better fashion sense,

but, you know... my knees.

So... where exactly would you

wear something like that?

And do you have to
have it dry-cleaned?

There you are.

I was trying to blend in.

So, Donnelly's taking
lead on this. Okay.

Ooh! I recognize that person.

That's Gisela Mott,

- fashion editor of Dress Up.
- Hi.

Thank you for calling me.

Mm. I figured
you'd want to see

the Festival of
Fashion up close.

I do.

Oh, everyone looks
so tall and creative.

Mm-hmm.

The victim, Ezra Tate,

a photographer shot during
Nick Garrison's fashion show.

And there were no witnesses?

Mm-mmm. Apparently,
the lights and sound

were too distracting. Huh.

That happens. Yeah.

Everybody hated him.

I'm not saying the
guy wasn't talented,

but he pissed it all away.

How'd he do that? Guy
had a gambling problem.

That's why the great
artiste spent his time

using a telephoto lens

to take pics of
celebrity cellulite. So,

he was here,

taking pictures,
when he got shot?

In the back row.

No one noticed he was dead
till the show was over. Ugh!

That's a shame.
All those cameras,

and they were facing
the wrong way.

What I don't get

is who gave him his credentials?

Nick and Nadine
have tight security.

No, it can't be. It was Ezra?

Someone killed Ezra?

Can you believe
this is happening

on your final appearance?

No, no, that doesn't
matter now. Oh...

Did he have anything with him?

Was it a robbery
or-or just a murder?

We found the gun used.

The prints were wiped clean.
There was nothing else.

Did you know him
well? Who are you?

Elsbeth Tascioni.

She's with us.

There's no point
in going into it.

So, you were friends?

Or was it just, you know,
photographer and supermodel?

No, we were students
together at FUNY.

Fashion University of New
York. Along with my husband,

but that was 20 years ago.

Some of my best pupils.

Um...

So, during the fashion show,

were you on stage
the whole time?

No, I was backstage until
I made my entrance. Why?

No... no reason.

So, were there
other people around,

backstage?

Backstage is chaos
before the show.

There's no way to know who
was where at any given moment.

Which works out
well for designers

who like to screw the models.

Why are you still
wearing that?

Just 'cause your career's over

doesn't mean you
have to trash mine.

Ah, yes, this is going to
be a huge seller at Talbots.

Are those two married? Because
they sound like they're married.

Getting divorced. It's
all over Page Six.

Man, that is some way
to end your career.

An old friend being murdered

and working with a man
you no longer love. Oh,

I don't know about
that. What do you mean?

Well, the opposite of love
isn't hate, it's indifference.

And those two are definitely

not indifferent.

Hm.

Have a hunch?

I usually do by now, don't I?

But I don't.

Way to end your
career with a bang.

That's not funny.

Well...

problem solved.

I suppose so.

Hi.

Oh. Hi.

I wasn't sure you
were coming in.

Yeah, neither was I, but, um...

Oh, wait. Are those...

They really do help you

think more clearly about a case.

Yes, they do.

But we still don't
have much to go on.

Ezra was a bit of a loner.

True. But Nadine seemed to have

really intense
feelings about him,

so I... Ms. Tascioni.

Aah! Captain Wagner.

I didn't know you were there.

I work here. But what
are you doing here?

No, don't answer that.

Follow me. Both of you.

You can answer now.

Why I'm here?

Yes. Why are you here?

I called Elsbeth and invited
her to the crime scene.

Out of habit?

Yeah, I guess...

And because she's good at it.

Ms. Tascioni has
helped us so much.

I was just doing my best
to support the department,

according to the consent decree.

The consent decree?

I thought that was a ruse to
hide what you were really doing,

which was investigating me.

I guess I was here to
do two things at once?

I will check with the
Department of Justice.

Oh, thank you.

But as far as I'm concerned,
your work here is done.

Oh. Internal Affairs

is clearing out Lieutenant
Noonan's office.

I'll have some officers help
you clear out yours, too.

Don't leave...

without saying goodbye.

You're not really going
back to Chicago, are you?

Well, I can't really stay here,

as much as I'd like to.

Although, I do love
New York, but...

no, I'm gonna go back
where I'm wanted.

What about your new
apartment and Gonzo?

I mean, she's such
a New York dog.

Oh, she's pretty resilient.
She's like me that way.

Can we still talk
about the case?

Um... I can't really think
about that right now.

Oh.

You may not have a choice.

You.

I have things to say.

You asked me
questions yesterday,

and I wasn't completely honest.

I wasn't myself,

and not just because I was
made up like a melting glacier.

Oh, that's what that was.

There was just so much going on.

My career ending,

uncertainty about the future.

Oh, I know how that is.

My career's in
flux, too. Really?

Well, we should
talk transitions.

We should. What's your
new career gonna be?

I'm establishing my brand
of sustainably sourced

beauty and office supplies.

My team has developed

responsible personal
products for working women.

Hmm. Like combination

nail polish and staple remover.

Sounds like a winner.

So, you had, uh, a
lot on your mind.

The truth is,

Ezra and I were more than
just students together.

We were madly in love

- for two very intense years.
- Hmm.

Did you know he
would be at the show?

I arranged for the credentials.

You did? Why?

Well, Ezra called
me a few months ago,

and he was in very a bad place.

He said he owed money to people,

that he feared for his life.

He even pawned his camera.

I thought that maybe
if he worked the show

and sold some
photos, then perhaps

he could get back on his feet.

And you didn't mention
any of this yesterday

because you were worried
about your brand?

And because Nick was there.

He was always jealous
of Ezra and me.

If he knew I was helping
Ezra, he would be furious.

But I just had to.

I believe strongly in
kindness and second chances,

also in the healing power

of the sun and certain textiles.

Now, if you'll excuse me,

I'm spending a few days
with a friend out of town.

Okay, well, just let us know

where you'll be, in case we
need to talk to you some more.

Yes, of course.

You should check who
Ezra owed money to.

I think he was involved
with bad people.

Thank you for that very
specific suggestion.

I'm a giver.

I believe strongly in that.

Dead?

Well, I can't say I'm surprised.

He was involved with
some bad people.

We keep hearing that.

We got copy of
Ezra's phone records.

- He called here a lot.
- Yeah.

Whenever he was
desperate for money.

Whoa.

It's a sad part of
my business. Isn't it

the entirety of your business?

Did he give you any details?

Just that he was in the hole
and guys were trying to collect.

Oh.

Oh, what? I heard

some flunky was sent
to shake him down,

but no one saw him again.

Everyone assumed
Ezra paid him off.

It was strange.

Did he ever pawn
anything valuable?

Just his camera, but he

bought that back a week ago.

Said he was putting the squeeze
on someone else for a change.

Gonna get himself
out of the hole.

Blackmail?

I don't know.

He just said something
about Pangaea.

Pangaea? Do you
know what that is?

Sure. Pangaea was the ancient

supercontinent land
mass that broke apart

at the end of the
Triassic Period

into the seven
continents we know today.

Right. But do you know what
Pangaea meant in this context?

Oh. Uh, yeah, no idea.

Why would Ezra be talking
about an ancient land mass?

I don't know, but it sounds like

Nick Garrison's
next fashion show.

Oh, we got something.

Forensics traced the gun.

Registered to a
one Robert Domingo.

Goes by Bobby, 28,
recently reported missing.

Ooh, could that be the flunky

who went to collect from
Ezra, then disappeared?

Maybe Bobby Domingo
came out of hiding

to shoot Ezra. Hmm.

That doesn't make much sense.

Oh, please, do tell
us. Well, why would

this Bobby guy leave a gun

that could be traced back
to him at the crime scene?

Send a message?

Or maybe the real killer was

trying to throw
us off the scent.

Well, seems to be working.

And why would somebody
that Ezra owed money to

want to kill him?

They'd never get the money back.

Send a message?

But there are easier
ways to send messages.

Ezra went to rescue his camera

and thought he was about
to get out of debt.

But that couldn't be from
selling a few pictures

from one of the most
photographed events of the year.

He owed way more
money than that.

What was Ezra doing
there, really?

More news.

Someone offered to
claim Ezra's body

and pick up any
personal effects.

Who?

Nadine Clay.

Wha... I thought
she was out of town.

Well, she stopped by
the morgue. So now what?

I'm not sure,

but Nadine is acting
very strange. Okay.

You let us do the police thing

based on the evidence. You do

the "cozy up to
the suspect" thing.

I don't respect
it, but it works.

Okay, fine, I take it back.

Your collection looks nothing
like Alexander McQueen 2003.

You said 2004.

Now you say 2003.

See? I don't even know
what I'm talking about.

I have to do a
show in three days

and I have nothing!

I have my legacy to
think about, you know.

Your legacy is secure.

Besides, who cares if
your designs reminded me

of some others I loved?

Face it, at this point,

there's not anything on earth

that hasn't already made
its way down a runway.

What on earth?

It's that odd woman
with the police.

Oh, she's funny. Let her in.

Hi. I'm Elsbeth Tascioni.

Oh, you certainly are.

We weren't formally introduced

with all that nasty business

at the festival.

Matteo Hart.

Oh, yes. I know.

Icon.

Oh, hi, Nadine. Mm-hmm.

Oh, are those
chocolate chip cookies?

Now that I'm retiring
from the runway,

I'm eating everything I
couldn't eat for 25 years.

Good for you.

I didn't know cookies
were so delicious.

Do you want one?

Yes, please. Mm-hmm.

Thank you.

Mmm! Mmm!

Um, you said that we should, um,
talk about our life transitions,

so I figured I'd
just come find you.

I hope you don't mind.

Oh, this place is so beautiful.

Thank you.

I decided, like many do,

that once I was successful,

I would live in my
favorite part of New York:

Connecticut.

Oh. Matteo's letting
me hide out here

while Nick removes his
belongings from our apartment.

Oh, that's hard.

Not really.

How's the investigation going?

Well, this is a tough one.

It seems that
there's no shortage

of people who had a bad
history with Ezra Tate.

Uh, you like what you
see there, sailor?

Has anyone ever said

you have a singular style?

Uh, all the time,

although not in
those words, exactly.

I get "hodgepodge"
and "hot mess."

You are my inspiration.

I'm going to build
my show around you.

The entire collection.

In fact,

you must walk the runway.

Me? Oh, gosh.

I love it!

You will teach those
Amazon depressives

how to take a nourishing
bite out of life.

Um, this is all
so, so flattering,

but, um, runway modeling

is really, really not my thing.

Nonsense.

Nadine will be your coach.

She will? MATTEO:
It will help her

get over her grief

for both Ezra and her marriage.

Oh, well, I have my
new business, so mm.

Combination mascara and
liquid paper can wait.

It would be nice to
spend more time together.

I mean, we're both so alike.

Now, chin up.

Stand up straight.

Straighter.

Sorry, I tend to lean into
things. Yes, I've noticed.

Now let your feet fall heavier,

like a clomping donkey. Oh!

That's fun. Okay.

Clomp, clomp. No smiling.

Sorry.

Now turn. Okay.

All right, all right.
You're getting better.

Now watch me. Oh, okay.

Wow. You're so good.

Well, I've been doing
it since I was 14.

In Paris, London, Milan.

Oh, Europe. Is that
why you talk that way?

What way? Oh.

Just... elegant.

Gosh.

I had no idea

that modeling was
such hard work.

No wonder you're retiring.

Transitioning.

Of course, it's scary...

starting something new,

wondering if it'll all work out.

You know, afraid
some past mistake

could jeopardize everything.

Oh.

These heels. Well,

I've always tried
to be a good girl,

and I believe strongly
in clean slates.

Well, then why did you try

to claim Ezra's body and
his personal effects?

Ezra meant a lot to me

at a very pivotal
moment in my life.

Right. But is that all?

'Cause you cared so much about

getting your hands on his...

stuff.

Well, if you must know,

Ezra took some intimate...

nude... photographs of me

when we were together,
and I wouldn't want them

to get in the wrong
hands. All right.

Your turn again. Okay.

No, this way. All right.

Wow, that is so
interesting. What is?

Well, that you would be

so afraid of some nude photos.

I mean, nowadays,
that's no big deal.

And I saw your Sports
Illustrated spread.

That bathing suit
totally showed your...

What are you getting at?

I'm just thinking out loud.

I had nothing to do

with Ezra's death.

But I have a good idea who did.

Right, the gambling bad people.

No.

I've given it more thought.

I think Nick killed Ezra.

I didn't want to think it.

Yes, Nick and I are
getting divorced,

but he was still
someone I loved.

Someone I considered
having children with

before I rejected the idea.

And thank God I did,
because Nick killed Ezra.

But wasn't Nick backstage
when Ezra was killed?

Well, you heard
him. "It was chaos.

Who knew where anyone was?"

And Nick and I had a
fight before the show.

What about? I caught him
with one of the models.

He stormed off,

and I have no idea where he was

until he came
onstage for his bow.

He had plenty of
time to kill Ezra.

But where did he get the gun?

Well, I can't figure out

everything for you, can I?

Elsbeth,

I'll see you at your show.

Now, remember.

Chin up.

Well? Uh...

I have a fitting in Connecticut.

Thank you for

letting me bring Gonzo.

She loves wide open spaces.

Gonzo.

I love that name.

Oh, she used to
belong to a reporter.

I think she was named
after Hunter S. Thompson.

Ah, yes.

"Never let the truth

get in the way
of a good story."

Words to live by. As long as

it's your story to tell.

Well, Gonzo is always welcome.

I do miss my Sebastian. Aw.

Well, I'm just amazed that
you can do all this work

with all those impressive
rings on your fingers.

Oh, these old things?

I've had them forever.

I tell my students,

if people notice
something about you,

pay attention, use
it. So you taught

Ezra, Nadine and Nick?

I did, and I still do.

Did you help Nick with his show?

A little. The lights, music.

Nick's work needs drama.

Do you remember what they
were like back in school?

Oh, that was 20 years ago.

Before Nadine had
an accent. Oh.

And before they broke apart
and went their separate ways.

Just like Pangaea.

What did you say? Pangaea.

The ancient supercontinent.

But it means something
else, doesn't it?

Ooh, I can see that it does.

I haven't asked Nadine
about it yet, but I will.

Can you tell me about
it first, though?

The Pangaea Project
was cooked up

by Ezra and Nadine.

He, the budding photographer,

she, the budding model.

I'd given some
assignment, exploring

different cultural
modes of fashion.

They took it upon themselves

to produce this
elaborate pictorial,

with Nadine made up completely

as different ethnicities

from all around the world.

You mean... Oh, yes.

Blackface, yellowface, redface,

each one more offensive
than the last.

An earnest but
horribly misguided

attempt at high art.

Even in that
still-blinkered era,

I knew that they had
made a terrible mistake.

I told them to
destroy the photos.

Nadine didn't care,

but Ezra was an artiste.

He took the lesson awfully hard.

Do you think maybe he
didn't destroy the photos?

It's possible. Nadine thinks

that Nick killed Ezra.

Does that make any sense to you?

Maybe Nick killed
Ezra for those photos.

After all, if the
Pangaea Project

were to be made public,

Nadine's brand
would be worthless,

and Nick wouldn't be
able to get a penny

from her in the divorce.

Well, I guess they both

wanted to get their hands on

whatever Ezra was holding on to.

My hands and my emotions

are raw.

Shall we call it a day?

Sure.

Time to go, Gonzo.

There you are.

What are you sniffing at?

Oh, she's found Sebastian.

That's where he's buried.

You and Gonzo
remind me of him,

always digging.

Oh, thank you so much

for all of this.

You have really taken my
mind off some other troubles.

Thank you, Elsbeth,

my new friend and muse.

Good luck with Nick.

He's always been
gorgeous, talented

and slippery.

Oh.

So she says I did it?

Okay, I'll play.

Mr. Garrison, wait a moment.

Might I have a word
with my client?

You're my divorce lawyer,
not my murder lawyer.

Do you have a murder lawyer?

Do I need one?

Not yet. Good.

So I can speak freely.

I think Nadine killed him.

And at this point, I'd
like to turn things over

to my divorce
attorney, Gavin Haste.

Yes, I am representing

Mr. Garrison in his
divorce proceedings,

which have been, shall
we say, complicated,

by his wife's personal
financial arrangements.

Meaning? We have
filed a motion

to compel financial discovery

after finding

large sums of money
unaccounted for.

She's been moving money
around. And at first,

I thought it was to hide
it from me in the divorce.

But then it hit me...
she's been taking out money

to pay off Ezra.

For what? I don't know,
but it must have been big.

She thought better of
it. She kept the money

and killed Ezra instead.

Well, she was
backstage, about to take

her final walk down
the runway. I saw her

sitting backstage in a robe.

She had plenty of time.

So where are we now?

We have evidence that points
to the missing Bobby Domingo,

to Nadine Clay and
to Nick Garrison.

Yeah, not to mention, uh,
motives for rival photographers

and various bookies
that Ezra owed money to.

I see.

Ms. Tascioni? What about you?

Me? This is usually the point

at which you share
your theories.

So, what have your instincts

and powers of observation
been telling you?

I don't know. I'm
sorry, I'm stumped.

I think it's probably
because I'm still very upset

about what's happening
here in the office.

Well, I'm not sure I know
what you mean by that.

What? Are you upset
because your job

is coming to an end or because

you didn't take down
your original subject?

Captain. ELSBETH: I came here

with an assignment from

the Department of Justice,

and maybe you think I
was wrong to accept that

because you think
you're above blame,

but I did my best to be fair,

and, you know, there
was plenty of evidence

that made you look bad.

To you. Yes,

to me, to the DOJ,
to Martin Wali,

to the CEO of FlairAll.

And why did you get Teddy a job

when I never asked you to?

To be nice to you.
Who's the hypocrite now?

Yes, I wanted to
get closer to you

because I had my suspicions,

which were proven to be correct.

Okay then. I guess you're
right, as you always are.

My work here is done.

Oh...

I put aside seats for all of you

at Matteo Hart's fashion show.

You know, the one I'm in.

I'll be there.

Thank you.

I suppose it'll be
a fitting finale

to my time here in New York.

What was she supposed to do?

♪ Another time ♪

♪ You'll see my face ♪

♪ When you're not looking ♪

♪ And run to me ♪

♪ To blindly ask ♪

♪ What's on my mind ♪

♪ Another time ♪

♪ You'll find me in a game ♪

♪ And ask if you can stay ♪

♪ And play along... ♪

I never thought I'd say this,

but I'm gonna miss you.

♪ Already gone ♪

♪ Another time. ♪

Remember, think buoyant,

think light,

think Elsbeth.

Is something wrong?

You know.

Career transitions. Yes.

Uncertainty can
be uncomfortable.

Like I thought the police

would have arrested Nick by now.

I know about the
Pangaea Project.

No, shh, shh, shh,
shh, shh, shh, shh.

Nick's attorney says you've been

hiding large sums
of money. Oh, God.

Why did you get Ezra
his credentials and then

you ask about the
missing bag? Were you

expecting him to show up
with the awful pictures

in exchange for the cash?

God. So Nick is trying
to pin this on me, is he?

That's ridiculous. I
would never kill Ezra.

I mean, yes, he was
blackmailing me with Pangaea,

but now I think he was bluffing.

Okay, well, what about
the missing money?

Oh, that?

I was hiding it from
Nick in the divorce.

Well, don't you believe me?

I don't know.

I think... I think
I've lost my mojo.

No. Kundalini breath of fire.

I can't do it.

All right, all right.

All right.

Do you have people here? I do.

Oh, that's good.

I believe strongly
in friendship.

That's really why
I'm doing this,

for Matteo.

We've been through
so much together.

Huh.

Like when Matteo's, uh,
dog Sebastian died? Oh,

he was a wreck.
That was awful.

Why couldn't it have
happened after lockdown

so Matteo didn't
have to be alone?

Places, please. We're
going. Oh, gosh.

♪ Nobody can tell ya ♪

♪ There's only one
song worth singing ♪

♪ They may try and sell ya ♪

♪ 'Cause it hangs them up ♪

♪ To see someone ♪

♪ Like you ♪

♪ But you've gotta ♪

♪ Make your own kind of music ♪

♪ Sing your own special song ♪

♪ Make your own kind of music ♪

♪ Even if nobody else ♪

♪ Sings along ♪

♪ You've gotta ♪

♪ Make your own kind of music ♪

♪ Sing your own special song ♪

♪ Make your own kind of music ♪

♪ Even if... ♪

That was wonderful.

Maybe a bit rushed at the end.

I know how to figure this out.

My muse!

The response to our show
has been tremendous.

The astonishment,
the-the accolades.

The-the buyers are hounding me.

So why do you look so glum?

What is this?

Oh, I wish I didn't
have to do this.

And I almost didn't.

I was so off my game.

I let so many details go by.

Details? You helped Nick

put his show together
with all those sound

and lighting effects

to distract from the murder.

And you said that
fresh spot of grass

where Gonzo was sniffing was
where Sebastian was buried,

but Sebastian died
over four years ago.

Why did you lie?
I'm old, darling.

Time collapses.

And if you have questions
about the grass,

talk to my gardener.

Well, we can get a
warrant and dig up

who's really buried there.

Warrant?

On what basis?

Ezra Tate

was murdered holding a camera,

but it was facing the wrong way,

so the killer's image
wasn't captured,

or was it?

I don't follow.

I got ahold of the pictures

from Ezra's extremely
high-resolution camera,

wondering if maybe, just maybe,

he captured a clue

in some reflective surface

right there.

Officer Blanke, if you please.

Those are your rings, Matteo.

"If people notice

"something about you,

pay attention and use it."

The moment I saw those

Pangaea Project photos

20 years ago,

I knew there would be trouble.

Nadine would be fine.

Nothing can stop her.

But Ezra's talent

was too fragile.

When he showed up at my
door a few months ago,

my heart went out to him.

I let him stay,

if only to give him a chance
to get back on his feet.

I even gave him money so he
can get his camera out of hock.

Then one night,

I come home to find a
stranger with a gun.

He was threatening Ezra
for the money he owed.

I didn't think.

I defended my former student.

I grabbed a poker
from the fireplace,

and... You killed
Bobby Domingo.

I had no choice.

And, yes,

we buried him in the back,

where your intrepid
Gonzo was sniffing.

Oh, why didn't you
go to the police?

A jury would have understood.

And what would that
have done to my legacy?

I would forever be

that foolish, older gentleman

who took in a handsome,
desperate young man

and was involved in
a deadly scandal.

That would have been the
story of Matteo Hart forever.

And that

I simply couldn't abide.

But why kill Ezra?

He had the same secret to keep.

When Ezra told me about his plan

to blackmail Nadine

with the Pangaea Project,

I knew he would
make a mess of it.

He made a mess of everything.

So, I took the
opportunity to destroy

the whole horrible
history once and for all

with Bobby Domingo's gun.

Except one cannot
escape history,

especially when that history

is out of fashion.

Take him.

Goodbye, muse.

Goodbye, Matteo.

I have something for you.

Let's go.

The way I see it,

the investigation took
an unexpected turn

but was ultimately successful.

Is that your idea of an apology?

The Department of Justice

doesn't issue apologies.

Only indictments and reports.

Lieutenant David Noonan

was indicted,

and Captain Charles
Wallace Wagner was cleared

in our report.

I would appreciate it
if you wouldn't repeat

what C.W. stands for too often.

Understood, Captain.

Well, I'm gonna head
back to Chicago.

I assume Elsbeth Tascioni
will be joining me.

That must be a relief.

Agent Celetano, let me ask.

Was the consent decree ever real

or was it all just
a cover story?

What exactly are you asking?

I'm asking if the DOJ really
cares about corruption

or was this all just

a chance to investigate
Charles Wallace Wagner?

I'm sorry I suspected
you for so long.

It's just, you were
acting so strangely.

Well, I was being
blackmailed and hiding money,

so you were picking
up on real lies.

It's just not every
lie is about murder.

Hmm. Oh.

Matteo asked me to
give this to you.

Now that Ezra's dead,

the photos belong
to you and only you.

Oh...

Did you look at them?

I did.

You know, the way
Matteo described them,

I thought they would
be really awful,

but, actually, they're
far worse than I imagined.

I take responsibility.

I believe strongly in that.

But it was totally Ezra's idea.

Right.

I will make up for my
youthful indiscretion.

I believe strongly
in redemption.

I promise, I will do the work.

Good luck with that.

It's funny,

without my stuff in it, this
room looks even smaller.

Well, I guess this is it.

Thank you, Elsbeth.

For teaching me how to...

notice things,

and for being my friend.

Thank you.

I know a bunch of people died,
but we did have a lot of fun.

Yeah.

Ms. Tascioni.

I want to congratulate you
on solving another case.

And on your fashion show.

I think mittens
might become a thing.

I'm sorry I wasn't able

to be fully honest with you,

but I did come to
the right conclusion.

You're a good man.

Officers,

please remove Ms.
Tascioni's things.

Oh, um...

Oh, wait, uh, I can do that.

Oh, well, thank you. Wait...

Wh-Where are you go... where
are you going with that?

Uh, I don't understand.

I talked to Celetano about

funding a more
permanent position.

You mean...

Stay.

I thought about it.

You were sent here to root
out corruption, and you did.

Not to mention, you keep helping
my detectives solve cases.

I do, don't I? Mm-hmm.

And Noonan's not using
the office anymore, so...

What will I do with
all this space?

Well, I'll help,

and my desk is right outside.

For the time being.

Officer Blanke,

I'm putting you
on the fast track

to become a detective.

It's time.

Thank you, sir.

I won't let you down.

You'd better not.

Oh, Captain Wagner.

Now we really should hug.
All right. Make it quick.

Okay.

Back to work.

Aye aye, Captain
Charles Wallace Wagner.

I read the report. I
won't mention it again.

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