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Let's all raise our glasses to Dr. Astrid Olsen.

Or should I say this year's surgical rising star?

Thank you.

Oh...

Which is why my colleagues and I are offering you partnership

here at Holmes Plastic Surgery.

You've earned it.

Yeah.

Thank you, thank you. Wow.

What an offer I-I did not expect.

And in front of everyone.

This practice has been a home...

- Aw. - ... uh, a training ground,

- so many things for me. - Yeah.

But I've realized that it's also a starting point,

not my final destination.

I'm opening my own practice.

Now, now.

I admit this wasn't expected,

but, Astrid...

- ... congratulations. - Thank you.

I know you'll do great things.

At Just That Good, we welcome your high expectations.

I promise, mine are higher.

Old-school plastic surgeons tell you what you should want

and then leave you unrecognizable post-op.

Thanks, boomer.

But in my care, it is all about your vision.

Hey, lovers. So, I saw how much you loved my skincare line,

Facelift in a Bottle, and I just have to say

that you babes really do look Just That Good.

And that's why I know you're gonna love my new shapewear line,

Tummy Tuck in a Bag!

Use code Astrid10 for ten percent off your first order.

Friends don't let friends get bad work done.

You see these sutures? I'm serious.

There needs to be a mandatory retirement age for surgeons.

Mm.

- You joining me for breakfast? - I'll be there in two minutes.

- Okay. - Thanks.

The plastic surgery world's old guard

is ruining the faces of America.

But I will make sure you've never looked better.

Did you see the gluteal augmentation

Astrid performed on that 16-year-old?

And she says we're ruining the bodies of America.

Well said. Social media doesn't belong in medicine.

Or at the dinner table.

Vanessa, do you mind?

My apologies.

Silly of me to think that the dinner table's rules changed

just because I'm hosting this time.

Darling. Sir.

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Hello. How are you today?

Oh! Whoopsie.

Sorry. Oh!

I'm such a klutz.

See anything interesting?

Uh, s-sure do.

Oh...

That is so cute, the way you spell your name.

"Jaycub."

Did you make that up yourself?

My mom did.

Well, thank you, Mr. Cub.

Have a good day.

Welcome to The Reveal. Checking in?

Come with me.

Right this way.

We offer custom smoothies

to keep the post-op liquid diet interesting.

Our oat, almond and soy milks are made in house.

And our regular milk is sourced upstate

from a Holstein cow we imported from Scotland.

The screening room is available to you 24 hours a day

and features Dolby Atmos.

And all of our recovery suites are named after Italian cities.

Feel free to tell people you spent two weeks in Florence.

Because it's true.

Good morning, Mrs. McQuillan.

I'm Dr. Astrid Olsen.

Dr. Yablonsky asked me to check in on you.

Okay, I'm gonna take a look under your wound dressing

and confirm things are healing as they should.

Okay.

Vanessa?

Hello, Astrid.

Hey, what's happening?

Climate change protest.

I sympathize, but this is suede.

Good afternoon, Mrs. McQuillan.

I know you're ready to get these right on off

and I am here to redress your bandages.

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Folks probably pay more here per night

than Claudia and I did on our whole honeymoon.

I know, it's spectacular.

Wow, this place doesn't have a single spot of bad lighting.

Hey, do you think they'd let me stay here after a root canal?

Will you two focus?

Of course. Sorry, sir.

I'm just excited you want me here.

Now, the press is all over Astrid's murder already.

And I have to show the city that even though we're working fast,

the NYPD does not cut corners.

So we're investigating together?

No, I'm-I'm here placating reporters.

Oh, so you're more figurehead than investigator?

Eh, something like that.

Detective Edwards is running point on this.

Officer Blanke will introduce you.

Victim was murdered while checking on patient Ingrid McQuillan.

What a name.

Ooh.

Look, it's the Empire State Building.

Oh, I can't believe it, I love it so much.

Don't tell the Chrysler Building I said that.

- Do I know you? - Uh, no.

- E-Elsbeth Tascioni. I'm... - The consent decree lady.

- You're famous. - Really?

Or infamous. I always get confused on that.

Listen, I don't know what notetaking method you use

for your decree, but I use speech-to-text, so...

Oh.

It appears the murderer fabricated patient McQuillan

as a way to gain entry to the facility.

Clever.

Sorry.

Ooh. Wow.

- Other procedures include... - Um, is there...

- They include... - Footage?

Footage? Of the...

Okay. Is there footage of the patient exiting?

The killer took Astrid's key card and swiped themself out,

but there's no footage of them doing it.

The Reveal is all about privacy and discretion,

hence no security cameras.

- Idiots. - What about payment method?

Everything about this patient was analogue.

She checked in with a printed chart, paid in cash.

- Apparently it's not uncommon here. - Yeah, well, if I was famous

and didn't want anyone to know I'd had work done,

I'd do the same thing.

Can't hack paper, right?

Everyone has a digital footprint.

And that's how I plan to crack this.

Excuse me.

Whales.

Oh, I love whales.

They're so soothing.

Hi. Do you mind if I ask you some questions?

Oh, sure. Um, did you know the victim, Dr. Olsen?

Yeah? Yes? Oh, great.

Um, would you say she was well liked?

Okay. Uh, I'm so sorry, your robe looks so soft.

Can I just...

- Oh, whoa, is that cashmere? - Yes. It is.

- Oh. - Could I help you?

Oh, yes, how generous of you to offer, um...

- Dr. Holmes. - Dr. Holmes.

Stunning. But this woman was just telling me

- all about your colleague, Dr. Olsen. - Interesting.

This woman had neck surgery yesterday.

- She can't speak. - Oh.

So, please.

- I'm sorry. - Yes.

Please limit your questions to doctors only.

All this undue stress from this whole ordeal

could actually hinder the patients' recovery.

I'm sure you understand.

I do.

But if I may ask, since you are a doctor...

- Mm-hmm. - ... where were you this morning?

Hmm.

Here. As always.

Well, until...

See, I came in to check on my patients at around 9:30.

I came in early because I wanted to take the afternoon off.

Which should have been a very lovely afternoon

at the museum that was cut short

by a climate change protest,

- of all things. - Ugh, no.

These entitled millennials who call themselves "protestors"...

they then proceeded to throw all this paint

on all these incredible works of art.

- Oh. - It was the most unbelievable thing

- I've ever seen. - Oh.

Hey, look, they even, you know, ruined my shoes.

- I love your shoes. - Oh.

They remind me of dark chocolate peppermint bark.

I-I don't eat processed sugar.

Oh. Lucky.

I find anything sweet hard to resist.

- Especially if I'm stressed. - Mm.

You seem so calm.

If my colleague was brutally murdered down the hall,

I'd be choking down something glazed or powdered.

Well, I... suppose I have a very strong constitution.

When you cut into people for a living,

it's pretty gruesome.

If I had a weak stomach, I don't think I'd get very far.

You sure wouldn't, would you?

Anything else?

- No, all good. - Okay.

- Lovely to meet you. - You, too.

Oh, hey. Hey.

I think we need to take a look at that Dr. Vanessa Holmes.

Why? What happened?

Well, the staff can barely hold it together,

but she seems so calm.

She credits her strong constitution,

but I don't buy it.

We already questioned her. She left here before the attack.

Her key card swipes confirm it.

I don't know. She seemed, you know, like this was any other day.

- Aren't you a defense attorney? - Yes.

Then you know that only hard evidence holds up in court,

not gut feelings from women

who wear polka dots over the age of 15.

- Synced & corrected by MementMori - -- www.addic7ed.com --

Oh, I know someone was murdered there,

- but The Reveal is breathtaking. - Mm.

Everywhere you look, there's some fancy piece of art or pottery.

I wish I could make beautiful things.

You know, you can take classes for stuff like that.

Mm-hmm. Look into the Ingenuity House.

They have a catalog and everything.

Oh. What a good idea.

Okay, so, McQuillan checked in at 11:15 a.m.

Key card records show Astrid arrived at 11:28

and checked on three patients before McQuillan.

Time of death falls between 12:00 p.m. and 2:00 p.m.

Vanessa's key card history shows her leaving at 10:31.

She claims to have gone to the Museum of the City of New York

for the afternoon, but...

... that's only a four-minute walk from The Reveal.

That gives her plenty of time to get to the museum,

scan her ticket and come right back,

disguised as patient McQuillan.

- But what's her motive? - Doesn't matter.

She's got an alibi.

The only person of interest

is Patient McQuillan's surgeon of record, Dr. Yablonsky.

Have you questioned him yet?

He's out of town, allegedly, but we're checking flight manifests

and credit card records to confirm.

If the killer went through the trouble of fabricating a patient,

why would they then list themselves

as the surgeon of record?

The guy wrote an op-ed in some medical journal

straight-up dragging the victim for six pages.

- Then why would... - I just came here to tell you

the M.E.'s ready for us.

Not chitchat.

What...

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You good?

Mm-hmm.

Okay.

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Appreciate you turning this around so fast, Barajas.

It's all good.

Been a while since you were on a case.

- It's good to see you. - The report?

Sorry, yes.

23 jabs of Noxitoline.

It's kind of like a Botox knockoff, readily available.

The cause of death was a fatal jab of it to the spleen.

So, we're looking for someone with a personal vendetta

who lost control and got another random jab in for good measure.

But isn't the spleen hard to find?

That's what I was thinking.

My gut...

is telling me that someone with medical expertise did this.

Why wouldn't they just kill Astrid in a more direct way?

Like, just stab her in the heart?

My guess: the killer wanted the victim to suffer.

- Oof. - Edwards,

put in a HIPPA exception request

for Astrid's records.

Let's see if a vengeful patient did this.

Okay, so, according to the receptionist,

Dr. Y emailed Astrid in the morning,

asking her to check on his patients.

That was apparently weird,

because Dr. Y and the older surgeons are,

quote, "très territorial."

Hmm.

Let's recreate it.

You be Astrid.

Do you need help getting up on the...

- No, I got it. - Okay.

Okay.

All right. So...

I've just knocked you out.

- Mm-mmm. - And then...

I stab your face.

'Cause I have anger issues!

And then I need to finish the job.

So I, what... what do I do?

Okay, let's see.

"How do you find the spleen?"

Okay, here it is.

Finding the Spleen.

The spleen is roughly parallel to the tenth rib.

- Where's the tenth rib? - No idea.

- Okay. - Mm.

Gently lift the left flank of the patient ventrally.

- Oh. Left of the... - Ow!

Oh, sorry.

A severely enlarged spleen is palpable

- under the left costal margin. - Okay.

- Ow! - I'm so sorry.

Seriously?

However, the spleen is generally not palpable in healthy adults.

To untrained hands,

- it may be mistaken for the kidney. - Okay.

A layperson definitely couldn't find the spleen.

They'd need an ultrasound or something.

Or medical expertise and a "strong constitution."

You know what?

I think I could use a consultation.

Mm.

Mrs. Larrimore?

- Good luck. - Okay. Uh...

Don't do too much.

So sorry. Sorry.

Yes.

Good luck.

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Wow.

- Aah! I'm sorry. - Oh.

I'm so sorry.

I did not mean to scare you like that.

I just, I was... I was waiting

for my consultation with Dr. Holmes and I heard the music

and I just sort of followed it up here.

I'm sorry, no, you're fine.

It's just been a rough few days.

- A friend of mine was murdered. - You knew Dr. Astrid Olsen?

We weren't close.

Oh.

- I'm Carolyn Holmes. - Oh.

I met your wife at the crime scene.

That's how I got this referral.

I'm Elsbeth Tascioni.

- I'm with the police. - Do you have any leads?

A few, but nothing concrete just yet.

But you're an incredible dancer.

Um, do you do that professionally?

Oh, not anymore. Vanessa didn't like me touring,

- but... - There you are.

We called your name downstairs.

I-I thought you might have stood me up.

Oh, never. I just, I...

I heard this music and then I just couldn't help myself.

Oh, she walked in on me dancing to "Viva la Vida."

- Hmm. - Our first date was a Coldplay concert

I dragged her to.

She's been obsessed ever since.

Well, Chris Martin is an underrated genius.

- So, Ms. "Taskioni," shall we? - Tascioni.

Great. Shall we?

- Yes. - Great.

So, is this your first foray into plastic surgery?

Yeah, it is.

So, I didn't realize that you and Astrid had such history together.

Why do you say that?

Oh, I saw her in the staff photo. You had your arm around her

and no other employee.

Yeah, well, I mean, she was my employee and mentee.

Oh, so she meant a lot to you.

Well, I probably had more of a presence in her life

- than she did in mine. - I see.

Okay, let's see what we got here.

So, who do you think could have killed her?

Well...

between the nurses being treated badly...

Just relax. This way. Uh, no, no, too much.

And all her unhappy customers...

and all those nasty ramblings on the Internet...

I mean, did you see her TikToks?

Mm-hmm.

I mean, unfortunately, I don't think there's a shortage of people

who might have done that to her.

- Right. Well, it turns out... - Mm?

... what killed her was an injection of Noxitoline into the spleen.

- Really? - So whoever did that

must have had extensive medical knowledge

to hit... that exact...

... spot.

I thought you were here for a consultation.

- I am. - Okay.

- We should probably get to it. - Okay.

So...

what are your concerns?

I don't know. What do you think I should be concerned about?

So, Ms. Tascioni made no further mention of Wali?

- No, sir. Uh, sh-should I ask her? - No.

Just let me know if it comes up again.

Learned anything else?

About what she's doing here?

About anything.

There aren't many of us this high up in the ranks.

Uh, and when we get here,

there's very little room for errors or, uh, misunderstandings,

- you know... you know what I mean? - Yes, sir.

So, keep your ear to the ground and be as creative...

Elsbeth. Hey.

There you are. Hi.

What happened to you?

Oh! Vanessa.

What did I miss?

Captain was just updating us on the DNA

found under Astrid's fingernails.

- Really? Whose is it? - It tested positive as sheep placenta.

- Any ideas? - Hmm.

It's a type of facial.

Vanessa advertises them in her office,

and I bet Astrid administered them, too.

$600 for a sheep placenta facial?

Yeah, that's a hard pass.

He's here. Excuse me.

"Inexperienced surgeons like Dr. Astrid Olsen...

... are passing off novel procedures as innovative,

but in reality, they're dangerous."

Your warning fell on deaf ears, Dr. Yablonsky,

and you did what you felt would protect unsuspecting patients.

Well, her Tic Tac videos were aggravating,

but I would never kill Astrid.

I wasn't even in the state.

Forgive me if I don't take your word for it.

Give me your phone.

Oh, um...

We know you didn't literally deliver the fatal injection,

but your email set her up to die.

So are you an accomplice or a patsy?

What email?

I had nothing to do with this.

Cut the act. Our team is pulling your metadata right now.

Meta-what?

Am I under arrest?

Officially, no.

Then I would like to leave, please.

All right.

But if you leave New York right now,

your situation is gonna get much worse.

Yeah, I really don't think he's involved.

That email was sent while he was on a plane.

He seems like too much of a Luddite

to use in-flight Wi-Fi.

That email would have had to be sent from his phone

and scheduled to send automatically.

I doubt he knows how to do that, either.

We need to talk to him ourselves.

Mm-hmm. Uh...

- You still... - Oh! Oh, of course.

Oh, my gosh.

Um, is that it?

Girl, no, here.

Um, excuse me, Dr. Yablonsky.

- Huh? - Hi.

I'm Elsbeth Tascioni, and this is Officer Kaya Blanke.

Do you mind if we take another look at your phone?

We don't believe you wanted to hurt Astrid,

but do you have any idea who might have?

It would be faster to make a list of the people

who didn't have a problem with her.

Look how she stabbed the woman who mentored her in the back.

How so?

Well, Vanessa offered Astrid a position in her practice

and Astrid turned her down

in front of the entire staff.

I mean, Vanessa was gracious, of course,

but the doctors close to her were furious.

- Ah, the phone. - Thank you so much.

Mm-hmm.

- He has a Locomotion. - A what?

It's one of those no-frills iPhone lookalikes.

All it does is call, text and email.

I bought one for my nana.

- Oh, so he is a Luddite. - I beg your pardon.

Were you ever separated from this phone

with other people around?

Uh, at a dinner party last week.

I don't like phones at the table, so we rounded them up.

Was Vanessa at the dinner?

Oh, yes, she hosted.

But the entire room loathed Astrid in equal measure.

Any one of them could have done it.

Ah. Anything else?

- No. Thank you. - Mm-hmm.

Darn.

She's late.

No, I'm not. I'm here.

Ah, I was taking pictures of the caterpillar.

I could never understand why people think

that Alice in Wonderland is weird.

Okay, I'm here.

Elsbeth Tascioni, meet Martin Wali.

The reason you're in New York.

So Wali is a last name.

I'm happy to finally meet you, Ms. Tascioni.

Because that Captain C.W. Wagner...

he's a real son of a bitch.

Mr. Wali has brought to our attention

some of the fast fashion company's disturbing business practices.

I'm not sure how this relates to Captain Wagner

or why I'm looking into him.

FlairAll's running sweatshops.

Because of Wagner, nobody's doing a thing about it.

There have been anonymous complaints about FlairAll online,

but it was Mr. Wali's dogged pursuit of the issue

that brought it to the Feds' attention.

So you think Wagner's blocking an investigation

- for personal gain? - 'Course he is.

Shiesty billionaires never get caught

because they pay to keep people like Wagner in their pocket.

Any kickbacks are likely being funneled

through Wagner's charitable foundation.

I want you to reflect on observations the past couple months.

If any of Wagner's behavior now seems suspect,

I want you to contact me immediately.

Observe and report.

Stop sticking your nose into everything.

I mentioned I knew a great candidate

and your son did the rest.

I think of us as friends

and I'm sure you'll do the same for me one day.

Vanessa had access to Dr. Y's phone at his party,

so she could have scheduled the email luring Astrid.

Plus, Vanessa administers Noxitoline,

so she had the means.

And Astrid "betrayed her" in front of her colleagues,

- so there's motive. - Exactly.

Alibi is the only thing protecting Vanessa at this point.

- Hey. - Hey.

Oh, excuse me, sir.

Were you working this post yesterday morning?

- I was. - Did you happen to see this woman?

Yeah.

We flirted.

Cute neck.

Ah, the sexiest part about a woman is her...

She gave me $20.

Uh, uh, tips are against the rules, but she insisted.

And I was gonna given it back, but then I didn't see her again.

Oh, that's okay, we understand.

Just one more thing, if you don't mind.

Have you lost your mind?

All we need is a warrant for Vanessa's shoes.

If the paint on hers doesn't match these, then poof!

There goes her alibi.

Get those funky shoes off my desk.

And whose are they anyway?

The guard at the museum.

Vanessa was flirting with him,

probably so he would remember her to bolster her alibi.

We don't have grounds for a warrant.

And I don't love you took those shoes off a man's feet.

They were freely given, I promise.

The guard was worried about getting in trouble

for accepting a tip from Vanessa,

so he just handed them right over.

The guard...

was worried about... corruption.

'Cause he knew that accepting any amount of money

was wrong.

That he could lose a stable job,

even be on the hook for future favors.

Favors...

can be misinterpreted.

Like how...

I helped your son get a new job.

Someone might view you...

as being exploiting...

the police force you are here to oversee.

Astrid's online presence was nothing out of the ordinary.

Just a couple bad Yelp reviews.

This one from VivaLaMartin4611 is pretty harsh.

VivaLaMartin4611 sounds like an online troll.

I'll look into any Martins associated with Dr. Olsen.

"Chris Martin is an underrated genius."

You like Coldplay?

No.

But I know someone who does.

A portmanteau of your address

with the numbers reversed,

and a Coldplay reference?

- Boy, you are so clever. - Mm.

But you called Astrid "a snake oil saleswoman in Manolos"?

- Ouch. - Oh...

I was blowing off a little steam.

Of course. I mean, I've had clients who've done petty,

but perfectly legal things like that all the time.

But the thing is...

... the police are under some pressure to make an arrest.

Someone even suggested that Captain Wagner

get a warrant for your shoes

to compare with the paint from the museum protest.

- Hmm. - Crazy, right?

Insanity.

Well, I hope you haven't had them cleaned.

Because the paint on them proves your airtight alibi.

Physical therapy was a bear today.

Oh! Hello again.

- Hi. - Here with a case update?

- Oh, afraid not. - Ooh.

- Doesn't hurt to ask, I guess. - Yeah.

Uh, where's Vanessa?

Oh, um, I'm... not really sure.

I think she went that way.

So, I'm assuming you're here

because you decided to go with Vanessa

for whatever work you're having done?

Chin, I presume?

Yup.

Couldn't go another moment with a...

chin like this.

Yeah. Well, you made the right choice.

Vanessa's a true artist.

Are you speaking from experience?

No.

You look amazing.

A lady never tells, but I can promise you this.

I've spent far more time in hospital

for dance injuries than anything else.

Ankle fracture, torn ACL, herniated disk.

I was just at physical therapy for my snapping hip syndrome.

Oh, wow. Wow.

Speaking of, I should get out of these clothes.

Oh, yes, of course. It was great to see you.

- You, too. Bye. - Bye.

My shoe guy is still out of town,

so I haven't had them cleaned yet.

You can't take Italian leather to just anyone.

Oh, no, of course.

Be careful with them.

They're custom.

Pigment, binders and solvents in both samples are identical.

So the paint on Vanessa's shoes really was the same

as the museum guard's?

- Well, Vanessa still could... - Give it up, Tascioni.

Science tells us, Vanessa didn't do this.

She was where she said she was.

Do we really think that the killer

just made a whole patient chart from scratch?

Seems like a lot of work for what was essentially a prop.

Honestly, after looking at this for 14 hours straight,

anything is possible.

McQuillan's patient history included otoplasty,

talar joint fracture, coxa saltans.

What do these even mean?

- What does she weigh? 115? 120? - Yeah, looks like.

Patient McQuillan's medical history belongs to Carolyn.

- Vanessa's wife. - Uh, I don't follow.

Uh, microdiscectomy is a surgery

to repair herniated disks.

Uh, tibiotalar joint fracture: broken ankle.

Coxa saltans is... snapping hip syndrome.

These are all common dance injuries.

Wait. So, Carolyn murdered Astrid?

Oh, no, no, no, no, no. Vanessa definitely did it.

But I think she started with her wife's information

for the fake chart.

Hmm.

Wagner won't back us up on this without something concrete.

So, how can we find out for sure?

There's no indication

of a facelift or a nose job.

From what I'm seeing in these photos,

Carolyn's only had her ears done.

Is it common to operate on spouses?

Well, we sometimes do.

The left ear is clearly Vanessa's work.

- How can you tell? - I taught Vanessa the procedure,

so, I recognize her scoring technique.

So, Carolyn only had one ear done?

No, they've both been modified.

Vanessa probably did them at the same time.

But the right ear...

... yeah, is Astrid's work.

She told you?

No, but I'd know an Astrid ear anywhere.

Astrid made a name for herself

by performing corrective surgeries,

and then criticizing the original surgeon of record.

- Can you magnify the image? - Mm-hmm.

The incisions don't match.

Disrespectful as Astrid was...

... she perfected the invisible ear suture.

Doctor, we cannot thank you enough.

- Oh, it was my pleasure. - Mm.

And... I love your chin.

Astrid declined Vanessa's partnership,

poached Vanessa's clients,

criticized Vanessa's surgical methods on the Internet.

Only for Vanessa's wife to go to Astrid

to fix work that Vanessa had already done?

This is one hell of a motive.

Please don't tell her.

Our marriage has been such bliss lately.

Vanessa bought us tickets to the ballet.

She even took out the recycling, which she never, ever does.

I-I think that Astrid's death made us appreciate each other more.

Hey!

Harassment is a felony.

Um, actually in New York, it's a class B misdemeanor.

Get off my property.

Now. I mean it.

Babe.

What are you doing?!

I enrolled in the decoupage class.

It requires a lot of newspaper.

Now, you really think Carolyn can keep her ear a secret

from someone that controlling?

Oh, no way.

If Dr. Y could see it in a photo,

Vanessa definitely knows.

Mmm.

Only you could get me to go to opening night,

where people watch each other more than the stage.

Oh. Thank you for indulging me, honey.

Mm, anything for you, baby.

Sorry to interrupt your evening, Doctor,

but I wanted to make things right with you as soon as possible.

- Hi. - Ugh.

Ms. Tascioni is here to return your property

and to apologize.

Oh.

Come on in.

Hi.

I am so sorry for all of this.

I had just convinced myself

that you weren't at the museum all afternoon.

Despite my timed entry ticket

and my shoes confirming that I was.

Yeah. You just live so close to the museum and The Reveal.

It would've been easy to go to the museum, be seen,

sneak back into The Reveal,

kill Astrid, return to the museum,

stop at a hardware store on 102nd to buy red paint,

walk home, splatter your shoes, and get back to The Reveal

just in time to not really look distraught.

How is it possible that a woman this unhinged

is allowed to associate with the NYPD?

- Please accept our deepest apologies. - Yeah.

And just so that we can officially put this to bed,

uh...

your shoes were ruined at the protest, right?

Well, yes, obviously, of course.

See, your wife mentioned

that she appreciated how you took out the recycling for a change.

See, when someone does something that they don't normally do,

it's usually for a reason, so...

... I took it.

Your unchecked mental illness

and kleptomania is making us late.

Oh, wait, wait. Before you go,

I thought you might find... this interesting.

Not that interesting. I do crafts all the time.

On the date of Astrid's murder?

You see, I was stumped

when the paint on your shoes matched the protest paint

until I visited every Upper East Side hardware store.

Luckily, there's only three.

They all seem like cute little mom-and-pop shops,

but apparently, they're all owned by a larger company.

Yeah, these big hardware stores

and the smaller stores they own...

they have these brand exclusivity arrangements.

That's why Home Depot only carries BEHR paint.

So, the perfect paint match on your shoes

doesn't really substantiate your alibi.

It just proves that you and the protestors

bought your paint locally.

All you've got are some footprints on a newspaper.

They could be anyone's.

Anyone's? But...

... they're custom.

Detective Edwards?

Oh, uh, this is ridiculous.

Why did you let that bitch touch your ear?

How could you betray me like this?

What?

Now you have a beautiful decorative box.

Thank you for joining me, and I'll see you next time.

You're so good at this.

Well, not to brag,

but I am a little bit of a Modge Podge queen.

Does that make me a Modge Podge lady-in-waiting?

Why did you meet with Wali and Celetano yesterday?

I followed you to the park.

We shouldn't be discussing this. You could be subpoenaed.

Captain Wagner believes that you're looking into him,

and I'm supposed to find out why.

But I'm coming to you,

my friend, instead.

What's going on?

The DOJ...

believes that Captain Wagner is taking kickbacks

for blocking investigations.

Mm.

Since the Academy,

I have only ever worked under Captain Wagner.

Whole time, he has been nothing but kind,

upstanding.

Now I don't know who I'm working for.

Or what side I'm supposed to be on.

Be on the side of the truth.

And what is that?

Hey.

We'll figure it out.

Here's the rest.

So, when do I speak with Wagner directly?

What do you think a lieutenant's for?

Captain Wagner keeps his hands clean.

This is as close to a direct conversation as you're gonna get.

You'll be hearing from me.

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