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"Good" is not an option.

"Good" is a fail. The local diner is "good."

At our level, every night

we must surpass our
customers' wildest expectations.

They pay your rent, not me.

I may be the star that they come to see,

but I can't shine if the background actors

are bumping into the scenery.

Garde-manger, the crudo

was coming out lopsided last night.

Don't explain.

Fix it.

And, hot line, you
need to pick up the pace.

And no sweating.

I don't sweat, so neither do you.

Sam, another full house tonight.

Did you put the vips how I like them?

Yes, chef, new money in the front,

big spenders in the back.

Thank you.

Pay extra attention to table 12.

He's a five-star vip,

so anything he wants. Yes, chef.

Jordan, how many lamb
shanks in the walk-in?

Jordan!

How many lamb shanks in the walk-in?

30 or 31?

I can go down and count.

Don't worry about it.

Let's just wait till we run out

in the middle of service.

Go.

I can't do this alone!

Although it feels like it.

Get to your stations.

Be on your toes.

There's no room for error.

Understood?

Yes, chef!

Order up!

Coming through... Watch out.

I've had this reservation for weeks.

It's Peterson for two.
What is the problem?

I-I think there's just
been a very slight mix-up,

if you'll just, you know, give
me a moment. Thank you.

Ridiculous.

Mr. Montebello.

Mr. Montebello, hello.

We've got a corner booth ready for you.

Apparently you don't.

Good night, chef.

Wait, wait, I can make
room for you at the counter.

Let me fix this.

What is happening?

Who are the dancing
morons at table 12?

Look, I don't know.

It doesn't make any sense.

They all showed up,

then people with the same
names arrived 20 minutes later.

I paid $500 for this table.

And we are literally starving.

How did you pay for a table?

We don't sell reservations.

Understood.

I am so, so sorry, Mr. Montebello.

Please, let me make it up to you.

Let me show you why

we are the best restaurant in the city.

This Saturday, perfect.

Yes, I will make something
extra special for you.

Okay.

Thank you, sir.

Malcolm?

Go downstairs and get
half a tray of duck started.

Do you want me to stay and help? No.

Go home.

All of you.

And, Malcolm, don't
forget to set the timer.

Yes, chef.

Almost done here, chef.

I'll wait up for the deliveries.

The first one isn't until 4:00 A.M.

You little roach-eating basement rat.

Selling reservations at my restaurant?

Did you think I wouldn't find out?

I thought I would go out with a bang.

I hear your friend

Mr. Montebello didn't get a table?

That's too bad.

You are so fired.

Like I care.

This place sucks.

Your menu is dull.

You never take any risks.

And you kept me
down here for two years

when I have great ideas.

And you won't listen!

Mango salsa isn't new or good.

What, let me guess.

You got a fresh take on a beet salad.

Truffle oil. Genius.

Your lamb shanks are chewy.

What do you know about good food?

You can't even gut a fish properly!

I gave you a chance on the line.

You think I ever got a second chance?

I had to fight and claw

while idiot men got promoted over me.

You're weak!

Your cooking is weak!

And your knife work is a joke.

You may get another
job, but you will never

move up from the basement.

Never!

When this gets out,
you're finished... Forever.

Order's up.

Pulse is normal.

Breathing steady.

Hello there.

Nice and slow.

I need a medic.

Genevieve hale?

I'm detective Edwards.

You gave us quite the scare.

Do you know who did this to you?

Jordan!

My god, is he dead?

Tell me he's not dead! I'm so sorry.

Can we get him out of here?

It looks like you took a nasty beating.

Do you remember anything at all?

The stairs.

They pushed me down.

"They." multiple suspects.

Okay, we need to get you to a hospital.

You might have a concussion.

No!

I can't leave.

We have to open.

Okay. Not today, you don't.

Come on.

Careful.

I'm fine.

I've worked with concussions before.

Let's hold that thought a minute.

Do you have any
cameras on the premises?

No.

I don't allow cameras in the kitchen.

Any other staff we can talk to?

Gosh.

What happened?

Where's Jordan?

I can tell them if you want.

We were attacked last night.

He saved my life.

Jordan died a hero.

Look, I'll get the book.

We'll cancel tonight's service.

No, no.

We keep, we keep service.

Absolutely. Do you smell that?

That smells incredible.

What do you think it is?

I don't know, but it's making me

regret skipping breakfast this morning.

You didn't want to try those muffins

I left on the kitchen table?

They have spirulina in them.

That's why they're so blue.

We may lose

the prep kitchen for the night. At least.

We still have to process
things down here.

Probably best if you don't touch that.

Okay, so no prep kitchen.

We'll work around it.

Can you see if your
medic is still around?

I'm gonna need a sling for my arm.

Yeah.

We'll keep the menu slim tonight.

No specials, no pork shoulder.

But we open on time, okay?

Jordan would have wanted it that way.

Understood?

Yes, chef.

Wow. She is tough.

Yeah, she needs to be.

Kitchens are rough places.

Is it chicken?

I want to say bacon.

Thank you.

Have you ever seen a near-homicide

get up at the crime scene
and go right back to work?

Actually, I have.

Adrenaline's a hell of a drug.

I try to avoid high-octane situations.

Bad for my knees.

What are those stains?

Do you see them? On her pants?

Could be from the kitchen.

Why? What are you thinking?

Venison? No, that's not it.

It's coming from in here.

Hey!

Get your hands away from that!

I handle the duck.

Duck. That's what it is.

Let's get these interviews over with.

I'll give you one hour.

Understood?

Yes, chef.

I put the duck in the oven
for chef veev around midnight,

and then we all left.

I wish I'd been there.

I could have barred the door.

It was a horrible night.

The worst.

And then Jordan gets killed?

What was so bad about last night?

It was a mess.

There was some confusion at the door.

People were yelling at Sam.

And then all of our vips walked.

There was a rare slip
at the door last night.

Some angry customers.

Did anyone threaten you?

Well, some people threatened to sue me.

People say all sorts of
things when they're hungry.

Was chef veev upset about the mix-up?

Not overly upset, no, no.

Service continued as normal.

Nothing really rattles chef veev.

You should see her in action.

Gosh, I'd love to.

I can't get the smell of
that duck out of my mind.

Yeah, if you can get a table.

Did jordon or chef
veev have any enemies?

Only anyone she's ever met.

Chef veev doesn't do
well with most people.

Chef veev is much
better than she used to be.

I've worked for her for nearly 20 years,

and I'm telling you,
she is a changed person.

Changed how?

Well, she went through a course

of anger management therapy.

She was smart to do it.

Times change, chefs can't
behave as they used to.

It was around 1:00 A.M.

The staff had all gone
home, except for Jordan.

He stays overnight twice a
week to accept early deliveries.

I was closing up the office

when I heard banging at the back door.

I figured it was an early delivery,

so I opened it.

And that's when I was ambushed.

By how many people?

Two men.

I couldn't see their faces, they
were wearing masks I think.

They threw me down the stairs
and-and beat me with something.

A crowbar, maybe.

Jordan came in and they fought.

And I blacked out until you showed up.

I hope they didn't... I
just hope it was fast.

The medical examiner

put time of death around
1:30 in the morning.

He didn't suffer long.

Jordan saved my life.

Poor kid.

He had so much potential.

I saw real growth in his
cooking these past two years.

He worked for you for two years

and he was still on the overnight shift?

Kitchen work is hard. Moving
up is never guaranteed.

Still, two years is a long time.

You must've been close.

Are you sure you want to
open the restaurant tonight?

I don't have a choice.

Do you think it's easy

running the best
restaurant in Manhattan?

The margins are razor thin.

Missing one night means I
lose my profit for the month.

I work seven days a week,
no matter how I'm feeling.

Tired? Too bad.

My back aches? Suck it up.

Do you know of anyone who
wanted to hurt either you or Jordan?

I...

Man.

It's my fault.

I just didn't like the taste.

The "avocado cartels."

It had to be them. They
came by a few months ago

trying to force me to buy only from them.

I said no.

"Avocado cartels"?

They call it "green gold."

The drug cartels are
pushing produce now,

and avocados are big business.

Have you noticed how much it costs

for a side of guacamole these days?

I have!

I've changed my salsa-to-guac ratio.

I only eat avocado smashed on toast.

So we're talking
standard o.C. Shakedown?

Exactly. Organized crime.

I would have gotten that
eventually, but thank you.

They go from restaurant to restaurant

forcing people to use
their product, or else.

These avocado boys don't play nice.

Ooh, I bet they're worse
when they're smashed.

I'm sorry.

This is no laughing matter, Ms. Tascioni.

Eight chefs have been
assaulted by these guys.

One so bad that he can
barely walk, let alone cook.

- Sounds like the same m.O.
- As our killer.

The autopsy showed whoever
strangled Jordan was strong.

I think we're looking at big, muscly men.

Or a very strong female.

The cartels don't hire women.

I was thinking about chef veev.

You mean her?

Yep.

Geez.

I normally love your left-field hunches,

- but, Elsbeth, this is a victim.
- Yeah.

Don't be a victim blamer.

I would love to be wrong,

I just have a very
strong feeling about her.

Well, how would she
inflict injuries on herself?

There were no weapons
found at the scene.

The kitchen was full of
dangerous implements.

All she had to do was
just throw one away,

or... err... wash it.

But chef veev is so tiny.

You know what they say.

Dynamite sometimes
comes in small packages.

Sorry.

If you're feeling brave, detective,

I hear some of the guys over at octf

were talking about an "avocado Don."

But I'm not sure where
he's operating from.

That's organized crime task force.

Yeah, that one would've taken longer.

But, detective, you need to be careful.

I'm not afraid of some guy pushing fruit.

Is it fruit or is it a vegetable?

It has a pit.

Ooh, does that count as a seed?

Peaches have pits.

I have sources on the dark web.

I'm gonna find him, captain.

That's the spirit.

Four dollars. For a side of guacamole.

Yeah, highway robbery.

Sometimes it's eight. Off you go.

I want... okay. Got it.

Hey.

You sure you don't want
to come with me tonight?

I can't.

Exams are coming up, I have to study.

Okay. I'll bring something home to you.

Okay.

Excuse me.

Restaurant vive, how may I help you?

Yes, hi, hello.

I would love a reservation
for one for tonight

under Elsbeth tascioni.

Tascioni.

Have you dined with us before?

No.

Tascioni. That's the lady with the police.

Never. Ever.

Hello. I'm afraid we're fully booked.

Completely booked? For how long?

For the foreseeable future.

Tomorrow night, my
house. Everyone's welcome.

Welcome for what?

Just a small gathering for the detectives.

Ooh, like a party?

Not a party. A poker game.

It's probably not your kind of thing.

I love poker. I am good at it.

Expressive people have confusing tells.

I'd love to come.

So, what's the occasion?

You know, camaraderie,
playful competition.

Ooh. The mood is off around here.

Look at lieutenant
Connor's sign-up sheet.

He's had to add a page.

Detectives are lining up just to tell him

all the things they don't like about me.

I doubt that.

He probably has a spreadsheet going,

listing all my flaws alphabetically.

Detective smullen met with him.

But apparently smullen is "too
busy" for poker with the boss.

Can you believe that? And I'm a fun guy.

I think so. Your smile is infectious.

I found him.

Thank you, dark web!

Come look at this.

The mood seems pretty good to me.

Excuse me.

Do you have any, you know, avocados?

No? Cool. Cool.

Great.

My god, my heart is
beating out of my chest.

I love this undercover work.

I'm going to ask you again
not to announce our presence.

It's kind of the whole
point of the mission.

Right, right. Keeping a low profile.

Ooh, kumquats.

I just got word avocado Don

is working out of the
last stall on the north end.

I texted backup to meet me there.

I'm going in. Okay. Wait.

What should I do?

Find a quiet corner, count to a hundred.

Or a thousand.

Wow.

Excuse me.

You're both NYPD?

Almost. She's with me.
What's this all about?

Special agent Perez,
FBI. Fruit task force.

So it is a fruit. The pit's a seed.

I wish more people were like you.

You nearly blew our cover.

We've had the "avocado Don"
under surveillance for months.

Operation green gold.

What's your case?

He's wanted for questioning
in a homicide last night

at restaurant vive in the west village.

Last night?

The Don's not your guy.

His whole crew is under our watch

and they were working Harlem last night.

Nowhere near vive.

So if it wasn't the avocado cartel,

then someone was trying
to make it look like it was.

Hello, I'd like a table for one, please.

It's Emma Von

pettigrew, of the
Rhode Island pettigrews.

Okay.

Well, what about the counter?

It's hard not to take it personally.

Don't. Places like vive only let you in

if you're a ceo or a supermodel.

Nadine. Hello, gorgeous.

You look stunning, as always.

Darling.

I brought a friend.

Hello again. I came hungry.

So, how do you two know each other?

She thought I'd killed someone.

Yes, can you imagine?

But then Elsbeth outsmarted everyone

and found the real killer. Such talent.

I believe strongly in surrounding myself

with talented people.

Thank you.

By the way,

you were right about
those avocado guys.

They are dangerous.

So dangerous that the
FBI is... Watching them.

So we know for sure

they weren't responsible
for Jordan's murder.

Really? That's good to know.

Isn't it?

And how's your staff holding up?

I mean, they must be so scared

knowing whoever did
this is still out there.

So strong and full of rage.

Do you think it could've
been a rival chef?

Another model once tripped
me backstage at versace.

Not naming names.

Ask me in the car.

Wow. People can be so competitive.

I mean, aren't chefs
known for their bad tempers?

Male chefs.

Women can't get away
with that type of behavior.

Unlike models. Excuse me.

She has a big presence
for such a small person.

So, how long have you and
chef veev known each other?

Since I was a young model in Paris,

when she was training
at chalet de boeuf.

Chalet de boeuf? I-I've
never even heard of that.

That place was legendary.

The chef was a total psycho, though.

I heard chef veev burned a soufflé once

and he beat her with a frozen swordfish.

I hope it wasn't with the pointy end.

And I thought designers were sadists.

The first dish on tonight's tasting menu.

Enjoy. Thank you.

That is unreal.

It just, it's so rich.

You know, have the rest of mine.

I thought you could
eat whatever you want

now that you retired from the runway.

Yes, that was fun, but
then I gained a pound.

It's like this everywhere now.

You think you're at

an exclusive place, then you find it

crawling with riff-raff.

I'm surprised Sam let's them in here.

They buy their seats online

with black market apps.

They pay hundreds of dollars for tables.

You don't have to be
rich and famous anymore,

just rich. It's undemocratic.

But who sells them?

Anyone with access to
reservations, I suppose.

Nobody touches the book but me.

I take all the calls

and make all the reservations.

For those lucky enough to get one.

I'm a curator of people, you could say.

No offense.

None taken. So,

the names with the stars
beside them are vips.

The handwriting is different here.

Did you write that?

Well, I don't remember everything I write.

But the book stays here overnight, right?

So, if a staff member
was alone in the restaurant,

say, a few nights a
week, they could access it?

Well, yes, it's possible, but what for?

Well, a lot of new yorkers

would do anything to eat here.

And chef veev, boy,
she is worth the hype.

I mean, I never knew you could do that

with a scallop.

Yes, symphonic.

Okay, so, on the night of the murder

ooh, that's a lot of stars.

Was that someone famous?

Mr. Montebello is a
prominent businessman,

but he didn't stay.

Because of the confusion at the door.

What do you think caused that?

Well, I, couldn't possibly say,

but, do let me know

if you need any more
help finding the restroom.

Okay. Don't forget your purse.

Thank you. Goodbye.

Here you are.

This flower petal is so rich.

Hi. Hi.

I just have one more question.

I doubt that.

I was thinking about the mix-ups

at the door the other night,

and it had me wondering,

maybe Jordan was selling reservations.

Look, Ms. Tascioni,

I hate to speak ill of the dead,

but if Jordan was up to no good,

that could mean that he's
the reason that I was attacked,

and I don't want to think that.

Whenever you both are ready.

Thank you.

Wow, that's a big bill for such tiny food.

I'm so happy I could help
you with your assignment.

I believe strongly in helping friends.

I'd offer to pay, but I
couldn't fit my wallet.

You had a five-course meal

and you're still hungry?

Five very small courses.

Gourmet Dollhouse food.

Quality over quantity.

Quantity is underrated.

She's a Chicago girl,

she likes her food by the foot.

God.

I hate to say this in front of everyone,

but Elsbeth was right.

Jordan was definitely selling

reservations at vive.

He had an account on
an app called inside table.

Inside table? What's that?

People auction off hard-to-get

restaurant reservations online.

Our victim was making over

five grand a month selling tables at vive.

Don't say it, buzz.

If it's not sex, it's money.

Have you ever heard of
a vip named montebello?

He's a businessman, but
I'm not sure what business.

Hospitality.

He just took over the
pomm hotels international.

Claudia and I have
met him at a few events.

He's a big deal.

The tech guy says
they found a second user

on Jordan's inside table app. A woman.

Could be sex.

He was saving up
money to start a food truck.

I'm sorry for your loss.

I'm sure he was a wonderful boyfriend.

He was okay.

What kind of food truck was it gonna be?

Artisanal baloney sandwiches.

He was gonna call it
"gourmet canned ham."

That sounds fun.

How long was Jordan
selling reservations at vive?

About six months.

He had a system.

You know, write in a few reservations

under generic names,

sell them to the highest bidder.

Sam never noticed.
He's drunk half the time.

So, why was the night of
the murder such a mess?

Jordan had double-booked that night.

You mean, he sold real reservations

that other people already booked?

Why would he do that?

He must have known he'd get caught.

Jordan was ready to leave.

That place was toxic.

Chef veev's a screamer.

Jordan always said
if he got her on video,

it would make Gordon
ramsay look like Ted lasso.

The reservation scam is
definitely at the heart of it.

Jordan probably pissed
off the wrong person.

You know what I think? Yes, I do.

You act like I haven't considered her.

Here's what I think:

Chef veev is a high-profile

female assault victim.

Targeting her with no solid evidence

is career suicide.

But circumstantial evidence is evidence.

Behavior matters.

You saw, she got up and
went right back to work,

like nothing happened. This is america.

Women go to work after a c-section.

Give me a motive.

Okay, she was so mad
about the reservations

that her temper got the better of her.

But why kill him?

Why not throw a frying pan, fire the guy,

and get on with your life?

I don't know why... yet.

Now that I know you better,

I realize the worst way to stop you

is to actually say the word "stop."

So, go ahead, follow your nose.

Knock yourself out.

I'll be here, doing a deep dive

into Jordan's inside table buyers.

I still don't feel like stopping.

So, what can pomm hotel shareholders

expect this year?

Two big changes.

First, better food.

We're planning a new
chain of restaurants

to put in all of our major
city locations worldwide.

Are we talking high end?

The highest. I've been

meeting with some of
the country's hottest chefs

to find the right partner,

which means I've been
having the best food of my life.

We'll announce the decision soon.

That sounds good.

And what's the second change?

New pillows.

You'd be... This is it.

Montebello's missed reservation

meant a huge missed
opportunity for chef veev.

So, we know she's a
recovering rageaholic.

And we know Jordan
messed up her big night,

so, put those together and...

Well, I definitely think
you're onto something,

but it just feels like a piece is missing.

Jordan's girlfriend said if he ever

got her on video,

chef veev would be in big trouble.

Maybe there's more to that?

Officers needed at the front entrance.

Gotta run. Okay.

See you later, roomie.

Are you and officer
blanke living together?

What? No, no.

I mean, not exactly.

She's just staying with me

while she renovates her house.

So you're doing her a favor?

I wonder what the DOJ would think

about a person employed
as an outside observer

exchanging favors with an NYPD officer.

I know all the fine print
of the consent decree.

My arrangement with officer blanke

is perfectly legal. She's paying rent.

It's not a favor.

And I assume you've
calculated the market value

for an equally sized space in
a comparable neighborhood?

Down to the dollar.

Ms. Tascioni? Get in.

Trurose. Wow.

Okay.

I was not expecting to see you in here.

I need to talk to you.

I think you know why.

Is this about your divorce
from Mark Van ness?

Yes.

My soon-to-be ex-husband
is a dangerous man.

But you worked on his first
divorce, so you know that.

You and I shared a client once.

Mark Van ness. Remember him?

Mark's first wife told you

terrible things about him.

But you didn't believe her.

You ruined her life.

Now he's ruining mine. Hang on, now.

Last I heard, Amber Van
ness was happily single.

You've been out of Chicago too long.

Mark owns a basketball
team with rabid fans.

He told them to tear her
apart online after their divorce.

She had a nervous breakdown.

That's terrible, but I can't control that.

Mark has to be stopped.

Do you honestly think I
would have married him

if I knew what you knew?

I signed a prenup under false pretenses.

So I need your help.

I'm sorry, I'm not available.

And I represented your ex.

You could find a way to help me,

if you actually wanted to,

but I guess you are as
bad as the rest of them.

It was nice meeting you.

Love the bags.

Ooh.

Is this a rutabaga?

I never know what to do with these.

Elsbeth, right?

Are you following me?

Not exactly.

Actually, I, I came to apologize.

For what?

For treating you like a suspect

when you're clearly a survivor.

I-I realize that you spent your career

in male-dominated spaces, so did I.

I'm a lawyer. Or I was one in Chicago.

And, god, some of the male lawyers...

They made my life hell.

So, I can only imagine what female chefs

like you have had to endure.

And then, to have someone like me

not believe your story when you...

Well, you have the injuries to prove it.

You see these?

I started getting tattoos to hide my scars.

Burns from boiling water, hot oil.

Some are from kitchen accidents, but...

Some are from my mentors.

You mean like the chef
from chalet de boeuf?

Francois deluc.

Yeah, but he's not the worst.

And you want to know something?

Even though I swore to myself

that I'd do everything differently,

the old guys were right.

It is hard to be the boss.

It's my name on the menu,

and every little kid with
an apron and an attitude

thinks it could be theirs.

Must be incredibly frustrating.

I've put up with worse.

By the way, what's the status

of the pomm hotel partner search?

I mean, I assume you-you
were in the running,

since Mr. Montebello
was coming to eat at vive,

but then he missed his reservation,

all because of Jordan,
who the police know

intentionally messed up
the reservations that night

and who turned up dead hours later.

Thank you for your concern, but

my chances with montebello
have not been ruined.

He's coming back.

That's great news.

Ooh, wait, what're you gonna make him?

A cassoulet.

A casserole?

A cassoulet with duck
and smoked sausage.

That sounds amazing.

I would love to learn how to make that.

No, I smelled your roast duck.

I'm desperate to try it.

Yeah, well, I don't give lessons.

But if you want to learn
how to cook like me,

buy my maestro class.

When it comes to cooking,

there are two elements
every chef must master:

Technique and timing.

We'll start with the basics,

then carry these skills
all the way through

to my most challenging dish,

duck con fit cassoulet.

I hope you're hungry.

Are you talking to me or her?

I'm gonna walk you
through my shortcut version

for home chefs, but this is still

a challenging dish, and if
you bought a whole duck,

you're gonna have
to break down the bird.

Get your knife and use
smooth slicing motions.

Now, you want to flip
the duck over and pull.

Get aggressive if you have to.

Pop that bone out of its socket.

Now this is where it gets
complicated, so pay attention.

If it's not right the first time,

remember, failure is part of the process.

Perfection takes practice.

And I've had a lot of practice.

For the crispiest duck,
follow my recipe exactly.

Not closely. Exactly.

Confit de canard takes Patience

and perfect timing.

Allez! On y va.

Yes, I love you so much.

Is that my thyme?

About 11:00, I think.

No, my... Thyme.

I was gonna make an
her bed focaccia tomorrow.

Yum.

But you used it all.

Right, I did. I'm sorry.

But I have good news.

I finally found the right
recipe for chef veev's duck.

It smells exactly the same.

You could've asked.

I was gonna replace it.

But you're right, I should've asked first.

How's that studying going?

Honestly, not great.
I'm kind of distracted.

Lot of sounds coming from
the kitchen. And smells, too.

All my clothes smell like duck fat.

You know what I think?

I think you're stressed about your exams.

Maybe you need a study buddy.
Why don't we make flashcards?

What I need is some peace
and quiet so I can study.

I'm sorry.

You know I grew up
with a lot of siblings, so

I really like not having to share now.

I hear you, and that makes total sense.

Thank you. So, good night.

Good night, roomie.

I'm happy you're here.

And why'd you go and tell
lieutenant Connor we were

living together?

I didn't mean to.

He just makes me so nervous.

How am I ever gonna get promoted

if I'm on the lieutenant's hit list?

You're not breaking
any rules by being here.

I would never put your job at risk.

I should've just stayed with
my sister on staten island.

The ferry isn't that bad.
Maybe this was a mistake.

No, don't say that.

Everything's fine.

It's perfectly normal to get
on each other's nerves. Whoa.

What?

What is... that sound?

That's my phone timer. No!

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Shoot.

It's stuck to the pan. I missed a step.

Wait a minute.

The duck.

The duck!

Traditional duck con fit cassoulet.

I hope it was worth the wait.

This duck is perfection.

You didn't miss a
step. I think we can build

something magnificent together, chef.

I have so much more
I want to make for you.

She finally gets to
escape from the kitchen.

The future's bright for us all.

Genevieve hale.

Are you familiar with the
reservation app inside table?

What's this about?

Our forensic tech team discovered

that an inside table user
connected to your email address

purchased a reservation at 1:05 A.M.

The night of the murder.

Right before Jordan was killed.

So tell me, why would
you buy a reservation

for your own restaurant?

That's not against the law.

No, but murder is.

You bought a reservation
from Jordan's account

to catch him in the act.

You found out he was
selling reservations at vive,

and not only ruined your night,

he ruined your chances
for a huge hotel deal.

I'm calling my lawyer,

and you're all gonna
apologize to me publicly.

This is a mistake.

An-an overstep by an
incompetent police department.

Believe me.

I was attacked, too, remember?

You saw my face.

So who did that? You did.

With what? My own fist?

That's the one piece we don't have.

Then you don't have anything.

No, actually we do.

We have what's most important to you,

your cooking.

You told the police that you blacked out

right after the attack, after
which, Jordan was killed.

You were unconscious
until the police arrived

on the scene at dawn, right?

Yes. We've been through this.

I mean, I was there when you woke up,

which is also when the timer went off

for the duck that had
been cooking all night.

But you forgot something.

You see, after you strangled Jordan,

and after you beat
yourself with a kitchen tool

thanks to a pain tolerance

that can only be described as medieval

you laid down and waited to be found.

But... you forgot about the duck,

which your sous chef
Malcolm had put in the oven

just an hour and a half earlier.

You see, there are a lot of different ways

to make duck con fit,
but there is only one way

that you make it here at vive,

francois deluc's way.

Malcolm confirmed it.

So, if you were unconscious,

who turned the duck
at the 90 minute Mark?

You did.

You dragged yourself across
the floor to do it, which is how

you got the bleach stains

on the front of your pants,
from the kitchen floor.

- Jordan mopped.
- Genevieve hale,

you're under arrest for the
murder of Jordan humphries.

And do you want to tell me
about the video you deleted

from his phone at 1:08 A.M.?

You left your prints on his screen.

Better yet, save it for the trial.

A perfectionist to the end.

You couldn't bear to ruin the recipe.

It was my best dish.

It would taste just as good
if you were nice to people.

Do you think she made more of that?

Is anybody gonna eat the duck tacos?

They're good with guacamole.

Conflict-free guacamole.

Yeah.

Hey.

Hey!

Glad you could make it.
Hey, push down, everybody.

Make room. Okay.

Yeah, we can deal
her in on the next hand.

Thank you.

I heard you throw a great party.

You heard right.
Somebody pass her a beer.

Ooh.

I needed a break from studying.

- Are you hungry?
- Elsbeth made tacos.

Duck tacos.

I'll pass.

All right, Elsbeth, it's to you.

Okay...

Fold.

Wh...

Look at that face. I think she's bluffing.

- I'm all in.
- Gosh, is it that obvious?

I win again.

How many times is that?

How much is this? A lot.

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