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Do you suspect that your tenant is queer?

And are you now crushing on him?

Nooo!

Just crush curious.

Are you planning to ask Riley out again?

I'd definitely like to.

Twist. He's got a girl, and it's not you.

He has no idea that you're into him.

If you want him to, you better make a move soon.

Oh-- Oh!

We might have to rethink the lift.

What are you doing?

Brayden tried to kiss me.

Were you ever gonna tell me?

I was in rehab.

What about your family?

They wouldn't be on board

with me taking antidepressants.

And I do not want them to know

I was hooked on Xanax.

Hello, Mariana.

I'm sorry to show up unannounced.

Silas was in your loft?

I might've imagined that he was there.

Let's see if Silas touched the doorknob.

No match.

We wanna take Silas down so badly

that we're making up all of these conspiracy theories.

There's no evidence that he was here

or that he has anything to do with Madison's disappearance!

I'm done with this.

And-- And I think that you should be too.

Hey.

Hey!

Hey!

Why did you stop looking for me?

Because... you don't wanna be found.

How do you know that?

You really think I sent my parents a letter

after all this time?

Please.

Joaquin, please don't stop looking for me.

You are cordially invited to my birthday party!

Please research your character and wear the costume inside.

Yes, it's mandatory.

Kelly.

♪ Pa-pa-paa, pa-pa-pa-pa-pa ♪

♪ Pa-pa-paa, pa-pa-pa-pa ♪

♪ Then we'll find our peace of mind ♪

♪ You and me, Bel Ami ♪

♪ Pa-pa-pa, pa-paaa ♪

I thought we were invited to a birthday, not a funeral.

Okay! Yes!

Who are you two supposed to be?

Oooh! We are Nick and Nora,

a rich, wisecracking, married couple

who solved murders in the Thin Man movies

from the 1930s.

Who are you two?

We're Rick and Ilsa from Casablanca.

Ah! I knew it. Oh, yeah.

The star-crossed lovers.

Angelica? - Hey.

Oh, the birthday girl hired me to bartend tonight.

Would anyone be interested in her signature cocktail,

The Dead Kelly?

Yes, please.

Uh, Angelica, this is Isaac.

He's staying here at the Coterie

while he's between places.

As a friend.

And I'm crashing with Mariana.

Hello, party people!

Ooh, nice!

Oooh! You must be the femme fatale.

Talk about typecasting.

Yeah, and he's the private dick!

Beautiful.

Escaped prisoners here.

- Yeah. - Yeah, well.

Ooh! Let me guess.

Jay Gatsby.

Yes.

Where's your Daisy?

Wow, you look amazing.

I guess Riley was busy.

Oh, no.

I wanted to invite you.

Hm.

One more, please.

- Sure. - Thank you.

Should you... be... drinking?

Drinking wasn't my problem, you know?

And I need to take the edge off, so.

I'm sure it's your worst nightmare,

having to be handcuffed to me.

Why would you say that?

Because when I brought up moving into one loft

to save money to buy a house,

you totally changed the subject.

Not true.

Are those lilies this time of year?

What a bloom!

Are you gonna be on that thing all night?

Just because the restaurant is closed today

doesn't mean there aren't a million things to do.

Okay, well, can you stop obsessing over the restaurant for one night?

Seriously, it's becoming all you ever talk about.

Gael! Who are you?

My name is Max.

I was Madame Kelly's loyal servant for 20 years.

Okay, well, someone's taking his character a little seriously.

- Oh. - That way.

Thank you all for attending her funeral.

- What? - What?

Kelly, what the hell?

Hey! It's my party. I can die if I want to.

Oh! That's true.

You've all been invited here tonight

to find the person guilty of her murder.

Ooh, I love a murder mystery party.

Someone in this room is her killer!

- Oh! - Ooh!

Inside these scrolls is your first riddle

which will lead you to your next,

and ultimately, to your final clue,

which will reveal who is the murderer!

- We have so got this. - In the bag.

In your bag of dreams!

This is fun, right?

I think the butler did it!

- It's always the butler. - Mm.

Hmm.

The first team to return

and secure the name of Madame's killer

will be the victor!

Avenge me!

She looks good.

The vibrato!

"Find your sleuthing sidekick in the room where clowns cry."

This has to be it.

Oh, Nick and Nora's sidekick was their dog, Asta.

Yeah, I'm not seeing anything dog-related.

What's that man doing in my drawers?

What?

It's a line from the movie.

Can you focus, please?

You're in a mood.

Can you have a little fun? It's just a game.

Yeah, it's a game I'd like to win.

So can we solve the case?

All right. Go on! Go ahead! See if I care!

But I think it's a dirty trick

to bring me all the way to New York

just to make a widow of me.

I'll solve the case myself.

Just like I thought I should in the first place.

A honey badger!

It's not a dog.

But it was Madame Kelly's favorite animal.

Oh! There. I found it.

"Flock to the room where flowers bloom.

"Whoever killed me was counting on one thing.

That skeletons all look alike."

What's that mean?

It just hit me.

- What hit you? - The last martini.

But also the answer to this riddle.

Come on. Get a wiggle on.

"You have knobs to make me turn colder or hotter.

Nonetheless, I always manage to keep my head above water."

Showerhead!

Ha! Found it!

Hey, private dick,

I need your help. I'm desperate.

I didn't kill Kelly. I'm being framed.

Give me that!

- Come on, Davia. - Who's Davia?

Some cheap dame with a sexy chassis you picked up

for a couple of clams on the boardwalk?

I'm a woman in distress, and I need your help.

Read this.

"The femme fatale has all the gifts,

but is she capable of pulling off the lift?"

Wait-- Lift?

How does Kelly know about the whole lift thing from the play?

Maybe because that's all you talk about.

Okay, what is going on?

Are you still mad that Brayden tried to kiss me?

I'm mad that you didn't tell me

until everyone else found out.

Okay, I just didn't want to upset you.

Just like how you didn't tell me

that you were back in business with Ranjit

until I found out.

Let's just play the game.

No, this game sucks, and you're no fun.

Take this. I need a drink.

[muffled] Max! Get me the hell out of here!

I'm getting claustrophobic!

Yes, Madame.

You can just be Gael.

Just get me the hell out of here, okay?

Oh. Okay. All right.

Holy oxygen!

Yes! Woo-hoo!

Hoo! Baby!

Thank you.

I'm actually glad to have you alone. I wanted to talk to you.

I'm freezing my eggs,

and apparently, they're more viable or whatever

if they're fertilized first.

So I was just wondering if you'd be my sperm donor.

Sh-sh-sh.

You don't have to answer right now.

Just think about it.

You know, we could move in here.

I have space for another dresser.

And, oh, we could put a desk over there.

It's kinda dark and depressing in here.

All the heavy curtains.

My doctor says I have a vitamin D deficiency.

So I need sunlight.

It's not dark in here.

Aha!

"If you wish to break your chains before you go loca,

flee to where the psycho sleeps with tapioca."

My boba pillow!

Uh-- Hey!

Can you stop jerking me around?

Sorry.

Alice!

"Gatsby and Daisy return to West Egg to toast a libation."

- West Egg is where Gatsby lived. - Mm-hm.

So this must mean your room!

What's wrong?

Um...

Actually, I don't have my own room.

So where do you sleep?

Hmm. "A kiss is just a kiss."

"A kiss is just a kiss."

Where's that from?

The movie.

I didn't see it.

You were supposed to research your character.

Come on. You have to participate

if you wanna get out of the slump you're in.

Okay. Yeah. Uh... Yeah.

Wh-- What's the story between these two star-crossed lovers?

Well.

We fell in love in Paris

during World War II.

ISAAC [as Rick]: Of all the gin joints in all the towns

in all the world,

she walks into mine.

Oh, Rick, I'm sorry.

I never told you I was married.

I thought my husband was dead.

I found out he was wounded.

I had to leave Paris to go to him.

I tried to stay away.

But if only you knew how much I loved you.

How much I still love you.

Sorry to intrude.

Here's your drink.

Oh, yes.

I appreciate it. Thank you.

How's it going?

Well, we're trying to decipher this clue.

"A kiss is just a kiss."

Maybe lipstick?

Good idea! Thank you.

My pleasure.

Speaking of stories, what's the one there?

Um...

- We dated for a while. - Mm.

But me being poly was too painful.

I told her I'd be monogamous, but she--

I-- I guess it was too late.

Sounds familiar.

Yeah.

So let's look for this lipstick.

Um... check Mariana's nightstand.

And I'll look through the dresser.

Uh... You sure that's okay?

Yeah, it's fine.

It's not her vibrator drawer.

Oh.

I'm kidding.

But it's not.

Did you find anything?

Nope.

Found it, found it!

Let's go! Come on.

All right, Mr. DeMille.

I'm ready for my close-up.

Okay, let me see it.

Oh! Damn, I'm hot.

On second thought, maybe you shouldn't be my sperm daddy.

Do you ever notice how two hots usually make an ugly?

It's fascinating.

Are you serious about becoming a parent?

Deadly!

I want to produce an heir.

Don't get me wrong,

it's not like I particularly like children.

Then why do you want a kid?

So I won't be alone.

The whole reason I threw this party

is because I realized that if I did die,

no one would come to my real funeral.

See? Uh, not really a room.

More of a nook.

I love it.

It's so nice and cozy.

I don't even have a door.

You used to not have a roof.

Look at you now.

Is this why you invited me and not Riley?

You didn't want her to see where you lived.

I mean, I invited you because I trust you.

And, yeah, I knew you'd have fun.

And you don't trust Riley?

Or is it she's just no fun?

I'm not sure if I trust that Riley would react well

to my situation.

- Because? - She drives a BMW.

You know, her family supports her.

And I'm pretty sure she's never even spoken to anyone

who's lived on the street before and...

Mm.

Who's judging who here?

Sounds like you've made an assumption

based on a stereotype.

Look, you'll never know who she is

if you don't give her the chance to show you.

"Reserving judgments is a matter of infinite hope."

That's from The Great Gatsby.

I didn't realize

just how extraordinary a nice girl could be.

I wish we could just run away.

Um, sorry.

We probably should find the next clue, yeah?

Absolutely. It's a competition after all.

Yeah. I mean, it's gotta be around here somewhere.

Yeah.

"Flock to the room where flowers bloom."

So what are we doing here?

Flocked wallpaper, darling.

All we need is to find a skeleton.

Drinks, anyone?

What do you think?

So how's it going?

Terrible.

I must've gone to bed sober.

Oh, I'm good. Thanks.

Don't mind him. He's a sourpuss.

Can you just try to take this seriously?

Okay.

What is wrong with you tonight?

Nothing's wrong with me.

I just like to finish what I start.

Is this about Madison?

Is this what you "should've solved by yourself"?

No. I gave up on Madison. Just like you told me to.

I didn't tell you to do anything.

I just pointed out that you're obsessing over this because--

Because what?

Never mind.

No, please. Go ahead!

Because maybe you're an angry person

who's addicted to drama.

Oh-- I-- Me?

I'm the dramatic one? You're one to talk.

"Oh, Evan needs me. Evan doesn't need me.

Oh, wait, let me drop everything, Evan needs me again."

You know what?

You wanna solve this by yourself?

Go ahead.

Hey.

Hey.

Can I get a little of that giggle water?

So, listen, the minute you walked into my office,

I knew you were trouble.

But what can I say,

I'm a sucker for a lady in red.

So tell me, how did you know Madame Kelly?

She was a gold-digging flapper with great gams,

which she used to snare my ex-husband.

You never told me you'd been married.

Didn't I?

I didn't catch your last name.

It's Murduh. Mrs. Murduh.

Sounds a lot like murder to me.

On the level.

Did you have anything to do

with the demise of your ex-husband?

Maybe you were jealous.

Maybe you killed him and Madame Kelly!

I didn't bump off anyone!

My late ex-husband died in an elevator accident.

Now you're on the trolley! That's the answer to our clue!

The lift is the elevator.

Aces! You're right!

Nice!

I guess we could move into your loft,

but we'd have to redecorate.

Why would we have to redecorate?

What's wrong with my loft?

Well, one, the creepy, crying clown!

If we're gonna buy a house together,

we need to combine and compromise our styles.

And yours could stand to be

a little less Arrested Development

and a little more grown woman in her mid-20s.

Huh--

The only thing arrested in this room was us

before we got tossed in the big house.

Fine. We don't have to live together.

Maybe a kick in the skull would do ya some good.

A dame with curves can always find an angle,

even in jail.

Well, then read the next riddle, sucker.

"Go on an upward spiral if you're keen

and find the spot where you are seen."

I got it!

That's psycho killer loft of Joaquin's!

Follow me!

Wha-- Aw! Do I have a choice?

Escaped convicts!

Stand behind me. I'll protect you.

Make any funny moves, I got a shiv with your name on it.

You a copper?

Experience has taught me never to trust a policeman.

Just when you think one's all right, he turns legit!

I'm a private dick looking for clues to solve a murder!

Yeah? What do you call a public dick?

Indecent exposure.

Oh.

Wait! How many clues have you found?

- Uh, three. - You?

- Only two.

- Ha! We're winning. - Damn it! Let's go!

Hurry!

"Olive your clues have led you here.

"So find something dry and dirty,

and let's get flirty."

Perfect.

Wait, uh, are you sure you want that?

It's like your third drink.

You counting my drinks now?

I mean, even if alcohol isn't your problem,

it can weaken your resolve

and lead to a slip with drugs.

I'm drinking to keep the edge off

because you pushed me to do this.

I-- I-- I didn't move into the Coterie

to be micromanaged or watched by you.

So please, please hear me when I'm saying,

just back off!

I'm sorry that I'm having a hard time letting go

of looking for Madison.

Do you really think

that she wrote her parents that letter?

I guess I need to believe it

because this is all getting to be a little overwhelming.

I'm sorry...

I said that you're an angry person.

Well, you aren't wrong.

You know, I think when you get hit a lot as a kid,

you-- you've a lot of anger inside.

Maybe that's why I want to take down Silas so bad.

Because he reminds me of my father,

hiding behind this twisted idea of God

to justify hurting people.

I'm sorry your father hit you.

You know, the worst part was when he hit my sister,

and I couldn't protect her.

I mean, you got Jenna away from Silas.

What about all the other women?

Madison-- You know, what if--

What if she's dead?

Or-- Or he's holding her against her will?

I understand, but

there are so many what-ifs.

We can't fight everyone's battles.

But...

we can find out who killed Madame Kelly.

You know, that sounds like an interesting case.

Why don't you take it?

I haven't the time, dear.

I'm far too busy seeing you don't lose any of the money

I married you for.

I know I shouldn't have pushed you to come tonight.

I went off my antidepressants.

Cold turkey? Why?

'Cause I was feeling better.

You were feeling better because of the meds.

- There's no shame in needing to take-- - Yeah, I know. I-- I know.

It's just very hard for me to accept that.

I wish I knew how to help you,

how to be the friend that you need right now.

I mean, what can I do?

Tell me what happened with Rick and Ilsa.

Well...

MALIKA [as Ilsa]: I want to stay with you.

ISAAC [as Rick]: You can't.

If that plane leaves the ground

and you're not on it with your husband,

you'll regret it.

Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow,

but soon, and for the rest of your life.

Oh, Rick.

We'll always have Paris.

And in real life?

I'm so sorry that I hurt you.

And...

ruined what we had.

I-- I know...

you wanted to go back to how things were.

But I let my ego get in the way.

And I hurt you too.

And...

It's obvious you and Angelica

still have feelings for one another.

So why are you letting her slip away?

She thinks I work too much.

Please.

Maybe she's just making excuses

because she's scared to go after what she wants.

God knows I've been there before, so.

Wait, are you sending me off on a plane

with another woman?

We'll always have Paris.

Yeah.

Okay, uh, "Where you meet your demise,

you will find your final prize."

Okay, wait.

In the end, Gatsby was found dead,

shot in his pool.

Oh, wait.

Is one of us supposed to get that?

Leave it to Kelly. Of course.

Keep your fancy suit on, Gatsby.

I'll handle this.

♪ The spotlights turn to point at you ♪

♪ In my rom-com daily deja vu ♪

♪ Always been the best of friends ♪

♪ Now I'm not sure how it ends ♪

♪ Has it always been you? ♪

♪ I guess it's my turn to make a move, yeah ♪

♪ I never thought I'd feel a thing for you ♪

♪ But there's a change in the air ♪

♪ And you're giving me something new ♪

♪ It's a thing, it's a thing It's a thing now ♪

♪ I don't know what's coming over me ♪

♪ But I can't stop ♪

Hey, do you really think no one would come to your funeral?

I mean, everybody came to your birthday party.

Because I invited them.

A funeral is optional.

At least if I have a kid,

I won't die alone or be instantly forgotten.

Kelly, I don't think anyone could ever forget you.

Yeah. You're right.

But I'm not talking about all of my fans.

You know...

I think we have this idea

that a child or a relationship will make us whole.

Like, why am I obsessing over this guy

who's renting space at Yuri's studio?

Because he's hot, I'm assuming.

Yeah, but no.

- It's because I'm--

I'm looking for someone else to make me happy.

But I need to stop obsessing

and trust that if I stop looking for love,

it'll-- it'll find me.

And it'll find you too, Kelly.

You have a good heart.

And you are loved.

I promise.

Okay.

And I'll stop obsessing too about the fact

that nobody's wished me a happy birthday yet.

Oh, God. I'm sorry, Kelly.

Happy birthday.

Thank you, Gael.

Seriously, thank you.

Yeah. Of course.

- Ha! - Ha!

The killer is Dennis?

No, it's Alice.

It's Gael!

We-- We're pretty sure Malika did it.

Okay, okay. Who-- Who is it?

Writing words, words, more words!

Well, you've made a rope of words

and strangled this business!

Before the talkies,

we didn't need dialogue.

We had faces!

- Huh? - What?

I'm not sure what that means.

Guys...

the killer isn't a person.

It's a system.

- Hm. - Ohh.

Huh?

I was killed by the collective unconsciousness

of the ego-driven masses

that's leading to unbridled consumption,

climate change,

and the destruction of our planet!

- Hm. - Oh, wow.

Sure, sure.

And you know what?

We're all complicit.

So... we all killed you.

We're all killing each other, baby.

Hmm.

What a fun party, right?

Eh...

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

♪ Happy birthday, dear Kelly ♪

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

You guys got me a cake?

- Of course! - Girl, we love you!

Uh, well, I, uh... Thank you, everyone.

Thank you so much. This is amazing!

And I bet it tastes just as good as it looks.

Can we eat it now?

Thank you. Yay! Kelly!

Hey.

I think you know I still love you.

And I could be wrong,

but I think you still have feelings for me.

And... I wonder if maybe you're making excuses

for why we can't be together

because you're afraid

to have the kind of love and commitment you truly want.

Um, like I said, I could be wrong.

You could be right.

Can I think about it?

Yeah. Sure.

Okay, okay. I'm ready for my present now.

Davia, Dennis?

♪ Another bride ♪

♪ Another June ♪

♪ Another sunny honeymoon ♪

♪ Another season ♪

♪ Another reason ♪

♪ For makin' whoopee ♪

♪ A lot of shoes ♪

♪ A lot of rice ♪

♪ The groom is nervous ♪

♪ He answered twice ♪

♪ It's really killin' ♪

♪ That he's so willin' ♪

♪ To make whoopee ♪

♪ Picture a little love nest ♪

♪ Down where the roses cling ♪

♪ Picture that same sweet love nest ♪

♪ Think what a year can bring, oh ♪

♪ He's washing dishes and baby clothes ♪

♪ He's so ambitious ♪

♪ He even sews ♪

♪ But don't forget, folks ♪

♪ That's what you get, folks ♪

♪ For makin' whoopee ♪

That was fun.

You know, it's not that I don't want to live with you.

I think

what's really freaking me out

is all this talk about buying a house.

That would mean leaving the Coterie.

And I love living here with everyone.

I guess moving in together

just feels like it's one step closer to it all ending.

Well, we have a lot of money to save up

before we can afford to buy a house.

Right.

So that wouldn't be anytime soon.

Okay.

Let's do it.

But first...

- Oop. That jail couldn't hold us.

And it couldn't hold our love either, doll.

I know one day they'll catch us.

But as long as we're on the lam,

let's make hay while the sun shines.

Oh!

Oh.

Thank you again for coming out tonight.

I had fun. We make a great team.

I'm, uh, kinda sorry that the night's over.

Thanks for a memorable evening,

Gatsby.

♪ With bated breath ♪

♪ And a stormy head ♪

♪ Up all night ♪

♪ Filled with dread ♪

♪ Hanging onto every single sound ♪

♪ Walking paranoid, checking who's around ♪

♪ What's it gonna be? ♪

♪ How's it 'bout to go down? How's it 'bout to go down? ♪

♪ I'm holding my breath ♪

♪ Waiting for it ♪

♪ Waiting for it ♪

♪ Waiting for it ♪

JOAQUIN [as Nick]: That was fun tonight.

MARIANA [as Nora]: Oh, it sure was!

Take care of yourself, Nicky.

Why, sure I will.

Oh, don't say it like that.

Say it as if you mean it!

Well, I do believe the little woman cares.

Oh, I don't care.

I'm just used to you, that's all.

I-- I can't do casual with you.

Not as long as you have these unresolved feelings for Evan, I can't.

I can't do this again.

Of course.

Good night.

Night.

Son of a--

Getting some fresh air after being in that coffin?

Oh, I'm just having a little celebratory birthday weed.

Mmm.

Where's that lead?

Leads to our fire escape.

- Any cameras out there? - Nope.

It's a perfect place for a murder.

Or smoking weed.

- Pretty much just that. - Hmm.

- Good night. - Good night.

♪ A cry for help just echoes back at me ♪

♪ Oh, it's such a lonely sound ♪

♪ I'd do anything to get back where I used to be ♪

♪ Before the life I know just turns into a memory ♪

♪ Spinning oh ♪

♪ Spinning oh-oh-oh ♪

♪ I'm falling in slow motion... ♪

That's a hit.

Yep. Gary Brecker, aka Silas Thompson,

was definitely here.