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Yes, my darlings, it's that time of the month,

where we gather for an open and civil discourse

on the issues facing our cooperative.

Shut that mutt up!

I'm not kidding, Dorothy. I mean it.

And stop leaving little presents for me in the garden.

♪ Happy birthday... ♪

You all should have received the agenda in advance.

♪ Happy birthday, dear... ♪

Shut up!

What do you want from us?!

We have to live our lives!

Oh, Annie, you're still single, yes?

My son won the lottery for tickets to Moulin Rouge!

I have no interest.

- You should be his date. - Mom, stop. Mom? Stop.

You'll all get your chance to bitch at me, I promise.

Why would you paint the lobby walls oatmeal?

It's the color they use in institutions.

I don't hear you. And it's taupe.

Taupe, you philistine.

And we must replace the sidewalk.

People are going to sue the building.

Take it up at the board meeting.

Oh, I will.

So, shall we begin?

Item three on the agenda.

Leonard, you seem to be chomping at the bit.

Simply put, we have all wanted to escape

your reign of terror for years, but you've always blocked us.

Well, we now have a buyer that even you can't reject.

Joann Lenox from Joann Lenox Realty will explain.

Joann?

Thank you, Leonard.

My client is prepared to purchase four units

at a price that will bring generational wealth

to everyone in this building.

Now, I can't say more, but she is a national treasure

who wants these apartments for members of her family,

and her name rhymes with "Boprah."

Ooh, I just said it out loud.

- Oh, shh. - I figured it out.

- Don't tell anyone. - Yes. It's her.

- You've got it right. - Vetoed.

- What? - Celebrities bring paparazzi,

attention and excessive renovations.

My family was part of this original co-op,

and I won't allow the culture to be changed.

This is outrageous.

If I were to allow a sale at this time,

it would be my son's garden apartment.

He doesn't deserve to live here.

You cannot keep holding us hostage.

Uh, do you even have the authority to do this?

How can anyone reject Boprah?

You have a problem, vote me out.

Anyone else want to put in the 70 hours a week?

You come at me, I'll come at you.

I have access to all your financials,

and a whole lot more.

I know where the bodies are buried.

_

Lewis? Can you get that for me?

You can just drop it in there.

Come on, here we go.

Come on. Careful.

You're an unemployed DJ.

What could she possibly see in you?

What could anyone see in you?

I don't know, Ma. I don't know.

Oh, no. I think I left the stove on.

Go get the soup. I'll go back.

Oh, Lewis.

I was gonna bring this up to your mother tomorrow,

but since it concerns you, here.

Is this for real?

Your mother asked me to prepare it.

I'm sorry.

I hate to get in the middle of a family squabble.

You're listing my apartment?

Kicking me out?

Oh, that woman is being a little premature, but...

yes, I did mention it as a possibility

at the last board meeting

and I guess she jumped on it.

That's what they do.

You've been threatening to do it for years and...

Well, maybe this really is the time.

Well, now? You know my DJ business dried up during the pandemic.

I'm gonna kill her.

Shut that dog up!

I have no job, no money.

How am I supposed to live?

You know, it really is my fault, too.

I pampered you too much.

Every damn doodle on that fridge. No more.

Dorothy!

I'm warning you!

Oh, don't you wave me off like that.

I'm serious. You know I've had this convers...

Oh, what is the point of talking to you?

You can't just cut me off.

Especially if it's your fault, too.

Honey, this is tough love.

It's time you grew a pair.

I thought you had that dog muzzled.

You take me seriously. I...

No!

Ma!

It's her son!

He must've pushed her!

Excuse me. Sorry. Uh, please...

Excuse me. Oh, excuse me. Sorry.

Ah, there you are.

- This way. - Thanks.

Ooh, jumping like that makes you lightheaded. Whoa.

This must be the suspect.

Oh, he looks like he really needs a hug.

And a lawyer.

In New York, I can only give the hug.

I heard them arguing.

They were always fighting up there.

Next thing I know,

Gloria falls from the balcony, face-first. Splat.

And you actually saw her son push her?

Well, the streetlight went out

when they fixed the sidewalk, so it was dark.

But I definitely saw him run away.

So, they were arguing,

which is face-to-face,

and then she was pushed,

so shouldn't the victim have landed on her back

and not her front?

Wait.

Two possibilities.

She either executed a perfect backflip or...

something made her turn.

"Aah... "

Well, at least she fell between the cones

and didn't hit anyone on the way down.

- Silver lining, right? - You must be Tascioni,

with the consent decree.

Heard you're, uh, smarter than you seem,

but are a bit of a weirdo.

"Smarter than I seem"? How nice.

I got that on a report card once.

Ah...

- Oh. - Hi.

Hello.

So, did you know the victim well?

Gloria Blecher was, well, one of a kind.

A classic New York character.

But she and Lewis haven't been the same since her husband left.

When was that?

30 years ago, just after I moved in.

Mm. Hmm.

"Fisnik Raapi."

I'm doorman and super.

Gloria wanted two jobs, one salary.

And there's no way the railing gave way.

Witnesses said Gloria's been leaning on it for decades.

They weren't shocked it collapsed.

She was a little bird woman.

And we checked all the balconies a month ago.

Fisnik Raapi.

- It's Albanian. - Oh, wow.

Right. I've heard this fun fact about Albanians.

No means yes, yes means no. That true?

Yes.

Isn't that fun?

Uh, can I help you?

Oh, I-I'm a real estate agent.

I've always wanted to see in this unit.

Lady, the body's still warm.

Oh, I was actually called here by the police.

One of my listings was in Gloria's hand when she died.

And what was the listing for?

Her son's apartment. She was kicking him out of the nest.

I guess he got upset.

I've already told the officers downstairs.

I do a lot of business in this building.

It's a very hard day.

Yet you still look immaculate.

Oh, thank you.

Well, I may seem unruffled,

but something like this could really affect

the value of the co-op.

Uh, I'm sorry. We can't let you contaminate the scene.

- Okay. - Officer Blanke.

Yep.

See? We're wearing these little booties.

I think we get to keep 'em.

Mm.

You know, I'm new to the city.

Can you help me find an apartment?

Oh, I'd be glad to refer you to the appropriate broker.

I think I want you. Can I have you?

Mm, my plate is pretty full.

I'm more like a side dish. Do you have a card?

Oh...

I rushed here from my office and forgot my bag.

- Too bad. - Wait.

You're Joann Lenox.

I've seen your face on billboards.

The billboards.

Wow, so I can find your number, easy.

Great.

I'm Elsbeth, by the way.

Elsbeth Tascioni.

It's like "Elsbet," but with a "lithp."

I really hope we can work together.

Isn't that Joann Lenox?

I thought she left her bag at the office.

That's what she said.

Well, that's a funny thing.

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Okay, let me see it.

- Might be the best one yet. - Wow.

- That's uncanny. - Right?

Can you believe the guy never went to art school?

Mm-hmm.

Oh.

Where is it? Oh, my gosh. Sorry.

Sorry.

Sorry.

I think I have to ta... take this. Um, I'll be right back.

Uh, Browner's got the son in the box.

He hasn't lawyered up yet.

Said he has nothing to hide,

but you should probably observe.

Oh, okay.

Oh, uh, sorry.

Yes. Yes, sir?

No update on Wagner?

What the hell have you been doing?

Earning his trust?

You're not out there to play cops and robbers

or to make friends.

Um, I know you put me here to watch him,

but is there anything in particular you want me to look for?

Any names, any threatening phone calls.

Any unusual business dealings.

Even the smallest detail can be important.

Copy that, sir.

I already told you.

Mrs. Lee's dog was barking.

Ma ran to the balcony to yell at her,

and the railing gave way. That's it.

And it's weird because Dorothy had that dog muzzled.

Why-why was he barking again?

Accident, huh? So why'd you try to run?

No, I didn't run.

I-I was just rushing to where she fell. I was scared.

Come on, your mother threatened to cut you off

and you pushed her off the balcony.

No, no, I didn't push her.

I-I never even liked to touch her in any way.

Does anyone else even have a key?

To my mother's apartment? No.

Not even Fisnik.

You're insulting my intelligence now, Lewis.

You had motive, means and opportunity. You killed her!

Mm. Looks like Browner's playing bad cop.

Then shouldn't there be a good cop, too?

I already told you, I didn't push her.

Lie to me again... I dare you...

and I will bury your ass under the jail!

Sorry, sorry. I am so sorry.

I just thought everyone might need a little potty break

and a snack.

I brought "cragels."

They're a new half-croissant,

half-bagel hybrid.

Genius or folly? Let's find out, hmm?

Are you nuts?

You can't just bust in here.

Actually, I think I can.

Oh, we'll see. I'm calling Wagner.

Mm-hmm.

Oh, wow, that's not...

This works for me.

- Thanks. - Good.

Ma drove me crazy, but I would never hurt her.

It was an accident.

Why won't anyone believe me?

I drive my son Teddy crazy, too,

but I know he loves me.

Families are complicated.

I'm not even sure she was really gonna kick me out.

She seemed a little surprised by the listing.

So, Joann Lenox jumped the gun?

Well, Ma had been threatening to do it,

and then Joann's always pushing for a sale, and who knows?

Do you remember if Joann had her bag

when she handed you the listing?

I think it was designer.

It had a little monogram, black.

- Had a little... - I-I didn't notice.

Why do you ask?

Not sure yet.

- The suspect needs to be detained... - A confession is inadmissible

- if it's coerce, and you were acting... - ... so I can do my damn job

- and make an arrest. - ... like such a bully in there.

And you're acting like a defense attorney.

- Whose side are you on, anyway? - The truth.

- Oh... - I am only on the side of the truth now,

- and it feels so good. - She's overstepping, Captain.

- Please tell her. - Enough.

You're like my kids in the back seat of the car

on the way to Florida.

- I'm not doing that again. - Forensics came back.

The bolts on the railing were deliberately loosened,

rigged to give way.

Where does that leave us?

Hmm...

Well, Detective Browner's theory

is that this was a crime of passion,

but the evidence suggests the opposite.

- It was premeditated. - So?

They both point to the same person.

Lewis hated his mother, killed her.

But Lewis only found out about the listing from Joann

right before he confronted his mother.

The bolts had to have been loosened well before that.

I mean, why would Lewis supply the means for the murder

before he even had the motive?

So what's your theory?

Someone else tampered with the railing.

It's worth investigating before you throw away the key.

All right.

Detective, do what you do. Go detect.

This one's not fully baked yet.

Ms. Tascioni, you hang back.

Okay, before you say anything,

isn't this exactly what the consent decree is for?

I' trying to save the department from a lawsuit.

Observe and report from a distance.

That's the job.

Stop sticking your nose into everything.

Why can't you understand that?

Hmm?

- Be... - What?

Uh-uh.

You don't want to do that. Just walk out.

Voice mails, am I right?

Oh.

- Hi. - Oh, hi.

Oh, wow, you look incredible. Again.

- What's your secret? - Diet, exercise.

Vyvanse for my ADD.

Did you always want to be a real estate agent?

I've always liked seeing how other people lived.

It's like reading their diaries.

I have to really understand my client to make a match.

You I don't get at all.

I don't get who you are or what you actually do.

And I don't really think you're looking for an apartment.

- Why's that? - Why did you want to start

with this particular building, Elsbeth?

- Oh, it seemed lovely when... - When you were just here

for the murder investigation?

Admit it... you're snooping around.

I don't have the authority to investigate anything.

And my short-term rental has bugs.

I'm a motivated buyer.

Promise.

Plus, I'm open to all neighborhoods

and possibilities.

I think it's time to rebrand myself.

Don't a lot of people do that here?

Do you have keys to all the units?

See? Snooping.

Curiosity is not snooping.

- It's actually a sign of intelligence. - Oh, this is silly.

I don't have keys to Gloria's apartment

and I never did.

I was indisposed. Apologies.

Feel free to look around.

This isn't marble, is it?

Uh, no, it's concrete, actually.

It's a color I call dark elegance.

- Isn't it incredible? - Yeah.

Leonard's concrete company provides the materials

for half the construction in Manhattan.

The countertops are just a side line.

Yes, I want people to see the beauty in concrete,

not just the functionality.

Did you have anything to do

with the sidewalk repair outside Gloria's unit?

Uh, well, yes, I did, as a matter of fact.

It's just unfathomable that Gloria died on it.

Mm.

Um, I feel grateful that I was at the theater that evening

and didn't witness it firsthand.

I have a subscription to the Roundabout.

- Gold Circle. - I didn't even know her,

and it still feels like a shock.

Well, Gloria was a real classic New York character.

Although not the same since her husband left her.

Didn't let anyone get too close.

Heartbreak will do that to you.

- Mm. I suppose that's true. - Yeah. Mm-hmm.

Uh, do you mind just giving us a quick moment?

- Oh, sure, sure. - Thank you.

Why are you still showing the apartment?

Is Oprah out?

Oprah is having cold feet from the bad headlines.

But Gloria can no longer block a sale,

so be thankful for that.

Who is that woman? I don't trust her shoes.

Well, what do you think?

I think I want to be a New Yorker with a view.

Lewis?

Why isn't he in prison?

I guess they don't have enough evidence yet.

I hate when a job isn't finished.

Well, it's worse if they make a mistake.

That's kind of my job. To make sure they don't.

I'm home!

And I'm innocent!

Milo, what are you doing?

What are you digging for?

Honey!

Milo, what... what... Oh.

Oh.

So, that powder was near the railing?

Someone in good shape

could have easily climbed from one balcony to the other

and loosened the bolts.

Joann has a key to Leonard Rosen's apartment.

That gives her opportunity.

- Hey! - Oh!

But Joann's...

- My age? - Look.

I agree Joann's a little hinky.

I mean, she did lie about having her bag,

and little lies usually cover bigger ones.

"Hinky." Spoken like an attorney.

Whoa! Uh-uh!

You sure you want to eat that?

It's the world famous dirty water dog.

Mmm.

Unmissable.

So that building really in your price point

or you just working the case?

I defended some...

high-profile clients in Chicago.

Crime really does pay.

So this consent decree thing's gonna last a while?

I hope so.

You're really just... giving up your old life?

My old life can come visit.

You mean your son?

I just didn't know you had one.

Teddy's in D.C. now. He's doing great.

Doesn't tell me everything.

I try not to meddle, but it's hard.

Elsbeth Tascioni.

- What's up? - Hey.

The murder weapon was found in the community garden.

The wrench that loosened the screws on Gloria's railing.

And it has Lewis Blecher's prints all over it.

You know, you're right...

the truth... really does feel good.

- What's up, Kaya? - Whatever, Joey.

I admit the weed garden is mine.

- But that's not illegal anymore. - Forget the weed.

How do you explain the wrench?

How do... I'm not handy.

I-I don't think I've ever even touched a wrench.

Well, you touched this one. Your prints are all over it.

Think fast.

- What the hell are you doing? - Sidebar.

You're not in court.

Lewis caught those pretzels pieces with his right hand.

But forensics say the prints on the wrench were made by his left.

Why would he use his off hand to turn those heavy bolts?

Killers' methods are sometimes hard to fathom.

- Stop overthinking it, yeah? - Uh...

I think I remember how my prints got on the wrench.

Enlighten us.

A neighbor was fixing a bike outside and dropped it.

I was holding my mother's arm with my right hand,

so I grabbed the wrench with my left,

and put it away.

What neighbor?

I was the last buyer Gloria approved.

I can't believe she's gone.

- Were you two close? - No, no.

I heard she didn't trust people since her husband left her.

But she was a great New York character.

Do you remember seeing Lewis the night of her death?

Sure, yeah, I, uh, I was fixing my bike and I dropped my wrench.

And Lewis has this big, creepy crush on me, so he helped.

Do you know where the wrench is now?

Well, I assume that he put it back in my toolbox.

- Can you check? - Mm-hmm.

It's... gone.

Oh, my God. I would hate to think

that something of mine was used to kill someone.

Why would Lewis steal the wrench from Annie

on the way to get soup with his mother?

What... Not a closet anymore.

He wouldn't have time to loosen the bolts.

It all happened too fast.

Well, loosening the bolts didn't have to take long.

And his prints are on the murder weapon.

Which was so conveniently found in his weed garden.

You think he was framed?

Well, Lewis said that Gloria was surprised by the listing.

Ever think Joann showed it to him right then

to deliberately provoke a reaction?

Ever think the suspect

might be stirring some maternal instincts

and you have a soft spot?

Oh...

Wow. You didn't tell me exercise meant climbing walls.

Maybe I didn't want you to know.

Your, uh, assistant told me where you were.

Well, they're fired.

What do you want now, Ms. "Taskionay"?

Tascioni.

All evidence points to Lewis Blecher.

They're almost ready to indict.

Thought you'd want to know.

Yes. That's good to hear.

But there are still some issues.

And it's my job to make sure the police do everything right.

They found the wrench with Lewis' fingerprints

in his weed garden.

What issues can there be?

Well, Lewis' motive suggests a crime of passion,

but the evidence points to premeditation.

Hmm.

- Yeah, it's a conundrum. - Hmm.

Well, let's see.

Gloria's been threatening to kick Lewis out for a long time.

Maybe actually seeing the listing

was the straw that broke the camel's back.

Ooh, what's that?

Does that make you go fast?

It's for grip.

So you think Lewis could have been planning the attack in advance?

Okay, listen. If the police have questions,

let them send a detective and interview me formally.

This game is no longer cute.

It's not a game.

I want to buy Leonard Rosen's apartment.

Oh, come on. Really, Elsbeth?

No, yes, I've made up my mind.

That view, oh!

3D is a premium unit in a luxury Upper West Side building.

Are you aware of the asking price?

Yes, and I can pay cash.

I'll provide you my financials.

Well, look at you, Chicago lady.

I know. I don't seem rich.

I'm still getting used to the idea myself.

I just worked hard and did okay in my divorce,

and there I was.

Always sweeter to earn it yourself.

Well, it's the only way a Tascioni

or a Grozeki could ever get ahead.

I don't blame you for changing it.

Grozeki... how do you know that name?

Oh, well, when I searched "Joann Lenox"

- to get your number... - Uh-huh.

... I found your mother's obituary.

Sadie Grozeki,

survived by her daughter, you.

I'm sorry for your loss.

My mother had a very hard life.

She cleaned the kind of apartments I now sell.

I built everything I have because of her.

And I won't let anything stop me from reaching the top.

You're right...

this stuff really does work.

Hydro Super Grip.

Ms. Tascioni managed to get a sample

of the resin used by Joann Lenox

at the rock climbing gym.

Turns out that it's a perfect match.

Huh.

Joann was selling the apartment below, so she had a key.

That's access.

She was using her rock climbing skills

to move between Leonard Rosen's balcony

and Gloria's and loosen the bolts,

where she left behind some resin from her hands.

You got it, yay!

- That's credible, Detective? - It tracks.

The real estate agent set up the son to take the fall.

No! No! No, I demand to see Wagner now!

He needs to answer for what's happening at FlairAll!

Get off me, damn it! I see you, Wagner.

I see you!

I'm sorry, Captain.

Wali going off again. Wali's nuts.

I thought I told you to give his photograph to security.

Yeah, I did. This place is like a sieve.

Well, another satisfied customer.

- Where were we? - Joann Lenox. Case closed.

No, too many holes.

I mean, how did the wrench with Lewis' prints

magically get from the street level to the upper floor?

Maybe the same way Joann's bag appeared out of nowhere.

We still haven't figured that out yet.

Yes, a motive would be nice, too.

So we're shaky on means and opportunity

and we don't have a motive, so what does that tell us?

I don't think Joann could've done this alone.

It's been quite a rollercoaster, Lewis. How are you holding up?

First Dad, now Mom.

It's hard being an orphan.

I'm sorry for your "t'suris."

That means "sorrows."

I'm working on my Yiddish to be a New Yorker.

Oh, yeah, my mother said I caused her tsuris

- every day of my life. - Oh, "tsuris."

- Yeah. The T is silent. - Got it.

I want to find out who killed her and tried to set me up.

Wait. Think I've got something.

What is this?

Oh, that's the agenda from the last co-op meeting,

a week before Ma died.

She loved to pre-game.

Okay, huh.

"Item three: prospective sale of four units

to Oprah Winfrey?

Guest: Joann Lenox."

Oprah? That's big news.

- Had you heard about this? - Oh, board meetings.

Blech. But, you know, Ma lived for them.

And she kept all the minutes in here.

Uh, 40 years worth, documenting everything.

- What do you call that? - A gold mine.

Where's this month's?

Oh.

Looks like this is the most recent.

I guess Gloria didn't live to see the latest set.

That still gives us plenty of reading to do.

Cool.

I'm gonna go put on one of my DJ mixes.

But first...

I have an apartment to buy.

Ten percent over asking is the magic number.

- Are we still all cash? - Yep.

But before we go any further,

I'd like to see the latest co-op board minutes.

Just to know how the building does business

and if everyone gets along.

Well, those documents are usually sent by the signing office

to the buyer's attorney.

Well, luckily, I'm my own attorney,

and this is considered a signing office, isn't it?

So think it all works out.

Thank you.

Thank you. Let's see.

Cracked sidewalk,

uh, paint color in lobby...

Where's item number three?

There's no mention of Gloria blocking your sale to Oprah.

Let me show you.

See?

It's here. That's kind of a big detail to leave out.

Well, I don't know why they would omit it.

Gloria vetoes sales all the time.

But this was for life-changing money.

For you, too.

What exactly are you suggesting?

You know something, Elsbeth?

You've had the wrong idea about me from the beginning

and I think it's time we cleared it up.

I'm one of the biggest brokers

in the biggest markets in the world.

I make huge sales every day.

Money would never be a motive for me in anything,

let alone taking a human life,

and I'm offended by the implication.

I didn't mean to offend you.

If you're uncomfortable with me or with the board,

feel free to take your questions and walk out the door.

In fact, I encourage it.

But won't the board have questions for me, too?

Submit my financials and set up the meeting.

It's between me and the co-op now.

I'm just trying to buy an apartment, Joann.

Hi.

Hey. So, I've been following all these stories.

8F has been having an affair with 3C.

And 5J owes 6B money.

Find any motive for murder?

Only on every single page.

I used to power through thousands of pages

of discovery right before court.

Just have to get in my zone.

Thought I'd chill you out with my famous golden milk bud tea.

- Mmm. - Mmm.

I just had to send some weed up from the garden.

Mm. What do you mean, "send up"?

Oh, I put it in the dumbwaiter in the basement

and just sent it straight up to the apartment.

Did you say dumbwaiter?

Yeah, most of them were bricked over years ago,

but my mom never let anybody into this apartment, so...

we kept ours.

Does Leonard's apartment have one on the same line?

3D. Maybe. Why?

I love when all the pieces come together.

I believe you've all had a chance to review

Ms. "Taskionay's" application.

- Tascioni. - Are there any questions

before we take a final vote on her approval?

Actually... I have a few questions before I decide

- if I would be a good fit. - You have questions for us?

Questions about what?

The night Gloria Blecher died.

What's that have to do with us?

Maybe nothing. Let's find out.

Let's go step-by-step.

Well, I don't know what this is, but I'm not listening.

Don't you want to see if she gets it right?

Wow, I feel like I'm back in court,

making a final summation.

Wow. Ugh.

Okay.

La, la. Okay.

Let's begin at the beginning.

Lewis and Gloria headed out for their nightly soup run.

Annie, you waited outside with your bike.

And you took advantage of Lewis' crush

to get his prints on the wrench.

You then brought the wrench to the secret dumbwaiter...

"Dumbwaiter" is one word.

And you sent it up to 3D.

Which is Leonard's apartment.

Leonard. You agreed to give access

between your balcony and Gloria's

and then you went to the Roundabout...

which sounds fun, I love theater... for an alibi.

Daniel.

It was your job to distract Fisnik long enough

to allow Joann to sneak past him into the building.

Joann.

You took the elevator to 3D,

where the wrench was waiting for you

in the dumbwaiter.

You must have had a change of clothes,

something dark in that monogrammed tote,

along with the Hydro Super Grip.

You then utilized your rock climbing skills

to go from Leonard's balcony to Gloria's

where you loosened the bolts on her railing.

Then you got back to the lobby just in time

to give Lewis the listing,

lighting the fuse for his argument with his mother.

Dorothy, you heard them arguing,

and that was your cue

to take the muzzle off your dog and let him bark,

knowing it would enrage Gloria

and lure her to the balcony,

where she'd plunge to her death.

Leonard, that was a nice touch

with the newly-poured concrete and the red cones

so that no innocent bystanders would be crushed by Gloria.

The repair also took out the streetlights,

so, bonus points for that twofer.

Joann, when the case against Lewis was stalling,

you buried the wrench with his prints in his weed garden

and had Dorothy's dog dig it up.

And we found the dog food,

so we know that was premeditated, too.

Whew. Ta-da.

Did we miss anything?

What about the clothes?

I-I didn't think that you would risk ruining a $1,500 dress.

Plus, that coat would catch your eye.

- Was I right? - This is total fantasy.

You can't prove any of that.

It's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard.

The woman's crazy.

And what motivation would we possibly have?

Oh. Well, you all believed that Oprah was gonna make you rich.

Believed?

Do you want to tell them or should we?

I don't know what you're talking about.

Oprah was never interested in this building.

Not true.

Gloria's death put her off.

Well, can you call Oprah and confirm that, then?

Or anyone who works for her?

Put it on speaker, please.

It's after hours and you're certifiable.

- I'm not doing a thing. - Uh-huh.

I'm from Chicago. I checked.

Ms. Lenox, you left resin on the railing

that matched the resin you used rock climbing.

You're toast.

You all are.

"A classic New York character."

You got your stories too straight.

Oh, uh, we didn't think of it. It was her idea.

- I-I... - I'm completely innocent.

- Her idea. - Come on.

You all hated Gloria.

Oprah was just the excuse.

Leonard, she's rejected your buyers for 17 years.

You believed Gloria was the reason your kids had no friends.

Annie, she pushed her loser son on you.

And you, Dorothy... have you forgotten your first dog, Bubbles?

You know in your heart she poisoned him.

You had your reasons, too, Joann.

And yours cut the deepest.

What do you know about it?

Please take me. Take me away.

Did you hear?

The board members have all turned on Joann and taken deals.

- That's great. - Mm-hmm.

She's requested a meeting with you.

- Who? Joann? - Mm-hmm.

She's waiting in interrogation.

What?

Um, I'll be right there.

- Hello? - You got anything?

Yes, I have an update.

That man, Wally, tried to see Wagner,

but he was turned away.

What did he want?

I don't know. Something about a company called FlairAll.

- FlairAll? - Yes.

You absolutely sure?

Yes. What is this about?

Taking bribes, laundering money through Wagner

and his wife's charitable foundation.

But who's Wally?

Stay close, Elsbeth.

I'll be in touch.

Well, you look great, Joann, again.

Orange is a tricky color, but...

it works wonderfully with your skin tones.

Yes. I'm a very lucky woman.

How are you holding up?

As in so many matters,

I look to Martha Stewart for inspiration.

- Me too. - Even in small spaces,

there are possibilities.

I wish you could take a look at my office.

Now, tell me what you know.

I know that Sadie Grozeki... your mother...

worked as a live-in domestic for Gloria Blecher.

Gloria accused her of theft and fired her.

You are amazing.

How did you find that out?

Oh...

We read through 40 years of board minutes,

with every bit of gossip written between the lines.

My mother was a victim.

Gloria's husband fell for her

and wanted them to run away together.

When that miserable bitch found out,

she evicted us and ruined my mother's reputation.

- She couldn't get work anywhere. - Mm.

And Lewis Sr. didn't help?

- I thought they were in love. - Mm-hmm.

My mom reached out to him, but he'd disappeared.

We had no money, no place to live.

Life was all uphill, thanks to Gloria Blecher.

Captain Wagner.

Congratulations, Ms. Tascioni.

You've now helped clear three homicides.

Three? Uh, I only counted two, sir.

They started renovations in Gloria's apartment

and discovered something hidden in the wall.

Is that...

The mummified body

of Lewis Blecher, Sr.

It's been in there over 30 years.

Well, no wonder she hated renovations.

I guess my mom got off easy. Gloria only ruined her life.

And you finally got your revenge for that.

It was Sadie Grozeki's dying wish.

And I wanted you to know...

it was all worth it, Ms. Tascioni.

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