(lively piano plays)
(indistinct chatter)
WOMAN: I need makeup over here, please.
(indistinct chatter)
MAN: I know, we're on time.
MAN 2: Come on, guys. Let's go.
* They call me a little grown-up *
* See, I'm upset because I've always been stuck *
* But I don't know what it is I'm without *
* Guess I'm in love with always feeling down *
* Was fully consumed...
MAN 3: Hey, want to finish her up?
* All of the plastic, all are surely worn *
* I didn't ever show, I let it go *
* So I listen while I'm told
* Sit back, don't think
* Get high, take drink
* Sit back
* Don't think The more I listen... *
CHUNK: Bull.
Bull?
Hello?
(chuckles)
You and your observation game.
All right. What do you see?
This hair guy hates his model.
She's a handful.
And in the back there, they're having an affair.
And your former boss is one tough cookie.
Will, will you please keep up?
Nella's still a hard-ass.
That's Ms. Hard-Ass to you, Mr. Chunk.
Nella. You know my boss, Dr. Jason Bull.
You've only had one real boss, and that was me.
Yes, ma'am.
Oh, and, uh, that's Will.
He's the new me.
Hi.
And I love your futuristic theme.
When do I get my iScarf?
When Will invents it.
Him and his fancy science degree.
God, he's such a disappointment.
Will?
If that reporter gets close to the finale gown,
you're fired.
WILL: Okay. Got it.
Will.
Nella's still anal about...
Design theft, I know. Okay.
Thank you.
Hi there. I'm Jason.
Hi. I'm Allie.
Allie.
I know I look like a stoplight.
Well, you could definitely cause a traffic jam or two.
Have a good show, Ms. Stoplight.
Welcome to Fashion Week.
* I'm gonna start a fight...
BULL: We met in this exact spot
three years ago.
You wouldn't let me date whatshername.
I wouldn't let you?
Jason, he saved you.
I saw that girl,
and you dodged a missile.
Chunk, it looks like you finally did
something right in the fashion world.
You know what? Don't come for me today.
Okay? I'm here for the show.
Chunk. It's okay.
You look gorgeous, J.
* I'm gonna shake it down.
(music changes): * Hit the road, Jack
* And don't you come back no more, no more *
* No more, no more...
CHUNK: That's Kira Petrova,
new face of Nella Wester's print campaign.
Look at that silhouette.
* No more, no more, no more, no more *
* Hit the road, Jack
* Don't you come back no more
* Hit the road, Jack, and don't you come back no more *
* No more, no more, yow...
*
(phone vibrating)
Not everybody can pull off white gold, but she does it.
Ah. Speaking of white gold. Diana.
Texas Diana? (chuckles) Yes.
Oh. Oh, my.
It's dirty, isn't it?
She knows where I am, she's just trying to distract me.
CHUNK: I knew I liked her.
(languid techno music begins)
WOMAN: (gasps) It's Nella, not Kira.
And she wasn't even supposed to model today.
(cheering, applause)
(whoops) (delighted cheering)
*
WOMAN: Brava! Brava!
Once a model, always a model.
She's still got it.
Nella! Nella! Oh, my God!
Is there a doctor in the house?
I need some help.
We're at the Armory. My friend,
she's collapsed. She's not breathing.
I can't get a pulse.
And we need some help, you got to hurry.
Would you stop taking pictures?
NEWS ANCHOR: The fashion world is in mourning
after the sudden death of renowned designer Nella Wester.
Rumors have surged lately
that she had an undisclosed heart condition.
Sources close to Wester say she's a recovering drug addict
but had been clean for years.
As fashion luminaries gather at a service later today,
the medical examiner's office works hard to determine
the cause of Nella Wester's death.
JESSICA: I just know it was a brain aneurism.
My aunt had one.
Dropped dead in the middle of Thanksgiving dinner.
Jessica, it was a seizure.
I saw her face when she died.
It was a mask.
Easy.
People are hardwired to gossip. It releases endorphins.
Fine, fine.
I'll say it: Nella O.D.'ed.
She didn't sew, but she loved her needles.
Chunk, I know it hurts.
Brent. She's been clean for ten years, shut up.
BRENT: Jean-Carlo, you're so sensitive.
Who's Prince Charming?
He's Brent Orlov.
Nella's biggest competitor,
and a vile, vindictive douche.
Hi, Chunky.
You afraid he's right?
That she fell off the wagon?
No.
Well...
This is crazy.
There's one way to find out.
Hey, Dr. Bull.
Tough day.
Yeah.
Yeah. Uh, this is Kira,
my fiancée.
Oh, congratulations.
Thank you.
I am a lucky one.
Will, I have one question for you.
Was Nella using heroin?
Bull. PIKE: Excuse me.
What? Excuse me.
BULL: If it isn't Neil Pike.
Ah, Jason Bull.
Did you know Nella Wester died of arsenic poisoning?
(people gasping) MAN: What?
Oh, my God.
Are you sure?
Yeah. It was no accident.
Her dress was infused with trivalent arsenic,
which absorbs through the skin.
She was dead the minute she put on that dress,
she just didn't know it yet.
Oh, my God.
William Mercado,
you are under arrest for her murder.
What? You, you can't be serious.
Kira, let him go. This is a mistake.
Let him go. Wait. No.
WILL: You can't be serious. BULL: Go, Chunk.
What... What did you do?
Nothing. I swear.
What's your favorite game, Will, checkers or chess?
Don't think about it, just answer.
Uh, neither. I like Pictionary.
PIKE: Will Mercado wanted to watch Ms. Wester die.
It wasn't enough to kill, he had to humiliate.
It's sickening. Numerous employees...
What are we doing?
Due diligence.
PIKE: ...and heard Mercado
threaten to kill her. He simply snapped.
And he's got a PhD in chemistry.
Are you done now?
Pike's a renegade.
Forces early arrests so he can pressure people to plead out.
He's a bully with the NYPD as muscle.
No.
What?
You want to defend the man
that killed my friend?
What if Will didn't do it?
And you get this how?
He's not a chess player.
(scoffs)
Think about the spectacle of the crime.
Nella dying right as she hits the runway.
The right amount of poison.
The right amount of time.
It takes planning. Thinking six moves ahead.
This...
wasn't chess, Bull.
She was my mentor.
I know, Chunk.
KIRA: Mr. Pike, they wouldn't let me go with him.
PIKE: It's not a field trip, miss.
He's a criminal suspect.
KIRA: Will couldn't have done this.
Can you at least tell me where they took him?
Look, I can't help you.
KIRA: Please. Please.
If facts reveal Will may not have done it...
are you willing to just sit by?
Let's at least look into it.
Okay.
Bull.
You better be right.
*
So, Nella had 25 full-time employees,
dozens of contractors, several million in loans
and a handful of volatile investors.
And she was abusive.
Lots of people could have wanted her dead.
Speaking of which.
Temp forgot to charge my phone.
Again? When are you going to replace your assistant?
When I find someone I like.
Bull, it's been a month.
The temps ain't cutting it.
I knew I should have brought Chunk.
What? Why?
So he could give you side-eye the whole time
for taking the case? Be glad I'm here.
Does someone need me to tell her that she is loved and needed?
There's the side-eye.
After you.
Will Mercado totally killed her.
You sound convinced, Delilah.
You would be, too,
if you got an e-mail saying he was going to kill her.
I gave it to the police, of course.
Of course.
Do you know if the police will be returning
the wedding dress back to us?
Ugh, that dress.
It took a dozen people 3,000 hours
to create that wedding gown. Now all of it's headed
to some toxic waste dump,
just like this place.
(sighs) Poor Nella. Giancarlo.
Changing wardrobe?
Well, I designed this for Nella's menswear collection.
Brent Orlov is throwing
some ritzy black-tie-only tomorrow night,
and this will come in handy.
You regularly hang out with Nella's biggest rival?
I'm looking for a job, okay?
This place is done.
And so are we.
MARISSA: Will.
You made bail.
I am that good, yes.
Kira.
Oh.
Oh, I'm so glad you're here.
I'm so sorry. Thank you for coming.
KIRA: Where else would I be?
They look happy.
Come with us.
Here's your bag. Thank you.
Yeah.
You know why Bull took the case?
You.
Right.
He's knows how much Nella meant to you.
Wants to make sure the right person goes down for the crime.
Take it from me:
you do, too.
DIANA (on phone): Hi, baby.
Diana! How's Texas?
DIANA: Big.
How are those models at Fashion Week?
Tall.
Yeah, just you and Chuck.
Tearing it up like Butch and Sundance, pre-Bolivia.
Yeah, that's us.
(chuckles) Well, careful there, Sundance.
You don't want that fall fashion to kill you.
(sighs)
Hello?
Is it too soon to ask what you're wearing?
You know, I do like you. You are so easy.
Only with you.
Yeah, I got myself a pair of your pants
lying around here somewhere to prove it.
You're not wearing them?
DIANA: Baby, I'm not wearing a thing.
Bad news.
The prosecution found arsenic in Will's hands.
I handled the wedding dress at the show.
Marissa, we need a doctor in a white coat to say that.
Expert witness, got it.
Also, Pike's got Will's e-mail
threatening Nella. (sighs)
"I'm gonna kill Nella, I swear to God.
"She's a... " bad word,
"who deserves to die screaming."
Let's not let Chunk see that.
I didn't mean it literally.
I said the same thing about Giancarlo two days ago.
Not helping, Will.
What does the prosecution's evidence all have in common?
It's all circumstantial.
It requires the jury to look at a bunch of dots
and perceive a pattern that says "guilty."
We need to sell the idea
that A.D.A. Pike is weaving a tale.
He is creating something out of nothing,
and we need to find jurors who don't like that.
So we need practical people.
That's right. No Picassos.
No storytellers, artists or abstract thinkers.
Left-brain only.
BENNY: Mrs. Jefferson,
do you like dogs?
I own three pit bulls. Why?
Dogs? Really, Bull?
Sometimes I think you make this stuff up.
It's called random correlation.
Practical people tend to like classical music and dogs.
Ergo, we like Wanda Jefferson.
Juror number four, on the other hand,
the doodler?
Way too creative.
We thank and excuse Juror Number Four.
* Ain't no love...
What other random correlations have you found
to identify practical people?
Do you keep a journal?
No. Hmm-mm.
Do you wear a watch?
Now, if you were a dinosaur, what kind would you be?
JUDGE AKINTOLA: We have a jury.
The People are ready, Your Honor.
Ladies and gentlemen.
This is a case of premeditated and cold-blooded murder.
MARISSA: Not a bad haul.
We have six very practical jurors,
and two others leaning that way.
Four creatives.
Now it's time for us to get creative.
Crullers from Sadie's.
Look at that.
My favorite Sadie's? In the Bronx?
45 minutes away?
I was in the neighborhood.
Trying to make me feel better?
Why? Would that work?
Marissa, anything yet?
Yeah. Mirror jury results came in.
Oliveira, Jefferson
and Whistler responded to Benny's opening statement.
But not Andrew Wong... Odd.
CABLE: Well, Wong's a financial planner.
I mean, maybe he's more creative
than we gave him credit for.
BULL: No. It's his clothes.
Monday, black pants, black shirt.
Tuesday, black pants, green shirt.
Wednesday... you get the idea.
He likes his black pants.
But not fashion.
He is threatened by Will's cool-kid vibe.
CHUNK: Everyone expresses their fashion,
whether they're aware of it or not.
It's how we interact with the environment.
CABLE: (snorts) Right.
Ah, Cable.
You're trying to say you're counter-cultural and unique.
But the hipster effect--
and it is a real thing--
says that you really just look like every other hipster.
Not so unique.
Case in point.
And Marissa.
You love to dress up.
And I would say
that your high heels flatter your lovely figure,
were I not your boss, so...
Were I not your employee, I would say thank you.
Chunk, what is Bull's psychological fashion profile?
Cardigans.
Professional but not overt.
He hides behind the suit... Dark colors.
Same look every day.
WILL: Stylish.
Gives him the ability to watch or be watched.
A man for all seasons.
BULL: Well, I know you two put a lot of thought into appearance,
so, clearly, you're gonna have no problem
figuring out a look for Will
that stops scaring Mr. Wong.
Right, Chunk?
Yeah.
On it.
BENNY: So the prosecution just dropped
a revised witness list-- two new names.
Giancarlo Sartor and Brent Orlov.
Nella Wester's number two guy and her competitor.
They must have damaging testimony.
We need to talk to them and find out what it is.
I happen to know where they'll both be tonight, in a tux.
Marissa, slip on your favorite high heels.
We're going to a party.
Brent Orlov is my favorite designer.
Stop having fun, Marissa.
We're here to work.
It's time to get down to business.
(indistinct chatter, loud music playing)
*
(indistinct chatter)
All right, we're here
to cross-examine witnesses.
Think of it as
a sexier People's Court.
People in $20,000 dresses.
Cable, you didn't see that.
I totally saw that, but I won't tell.
Hi. Gemma.
So this is Marissa Morgan, she...
Do you mind zipping me? I'm alone tonight.
I couldn't quite reach.
Why do I not believe that?
Oh, shut up.
Was that shade?
I think that was shade.
I'm weirdly flattered.
And there's Orlov.
BULL: Fire engine red,
and that married couple he's talking to.
The wife is having an affair with Orlov.
Really?
BULL: And so is her husband.
MARISSA: I will make sure
not to bring that up, and you go find Giancarlo.
Mmm.
Two-drink maximum.
Ah.
*
Kira.
Hey. Didn't expect to find you here.
I really like those shoes.
Thank you.
They're amazingly comfortable.
Ah. Lucky you.
You look gorgeous. Thank you.
Come.
Brent Orlov.
I know who you are.
I'm Marissa.
Marissa.
Can I just tell you
what your fall collection meant to me?
Please.
The embroidery
on the chiffon and tulle gowns
was a master class in wearable poetry.
Well, I'm so glad you like to read.
You must allow me to write something on you.
I would love that.
My pleasure.
You know fashion on a runway.
I know fashion in a courthouse.
And the key to sartorial success in court
is to make the jury comfortable.
Chunk, thank you for doing this.
To make this jury comfortable,
you will dress down.
None of that hipster fashionista happening vibe.
Look, I-I want you to...
These are people that value function.
You dress for fashion.
You wear bright colors, they'll hate you.
You wear weird, cool fabrics,
they'll hate you. Sure, man.
I just need to tell you... Those socks are both.
Lose 'em.
I didn't kill Nella.
I swear.
Wear these instead.
MARISSA: What are you gonna say in court tomorrow?
Must be fascinating
if the prosecution wants you on the stand.
It is.
Will Mercado asked me to find him
an arsenic supplier.
Something about making a dye.
"Die." (laughs)
Nella...
Arsenic was used in fabric dyes in the 19th century, who knew?
It killed a lot of Victorians.
I'm looking up suppliers now.
You can't be too unhappy about her death, though.
I mean, you two were rivals, right?
And, God, did she have an ego.
Bragged that she was creating something revolutionary.
"Revolutionary."
Said it would change the face of couture.
Oh. I've been an awful host.
Please allow me to get you something else.
BULL: What are you saying in court, Giancarlo?
What am I saying in court? Just what I saw.
When I went back, Will Mercado was spraying something
on the wedding dress. Was it arsenic? No idea.
You think he killed her?
Before, I would have said no.
He's such a nerd, right?
But, I mean, nicest guy in the world.
Bull, I may have something for you.
Was Nella working on anything revolutionary?
Game-changing?
A new line, maybe?
Game-changing? No.
Oh, crap, I wonder if that's what got stolen.
Stolen?
Her studio got broken into? You didn't mention that.
It was the night after Nella died.
They broke into the safe.
And I don't even know
what they took; she was so secretive.
Tupac could have been in there. Oh, Anderson!
Game-changing. Theft.
Huh.
Hey. Oh, look.
It's Stoplight. She was at the fashion show.
Hello, Allie.
Hello.
How's modeling?
I'm retiring.
Model years are like dog years and I just turned 29, so...
(laughs) Yeah. One foot in the grave.
Right. Well,
a smart girl like you,
I'm sure you'll land on your feet.
Hope so. (laughs)
It's too bad about that break-in at Nella's studio.
She got robbed? Of what?
Nella was working on some kind of
cutting edge, revolutionary thing.
Oh...
She did ask a few of the models
at the show if they'd be available for a campaign
in the fall. What kind of a campaign?
I don't know. I didn't make the cut.
I walk in the room and all she wants to do
is look at my feet.
And I was a dancer, so there's a whole lot of bad
going on down there.
Feet.
(chuckles) Shoes.
Raise your arm.
So, how long were you Nella's assistant?
CHUNK: Two years.
Two long years.
Some days, I wanted to kill her.
But when I wanted to go to Vogue,
she wrote the greatest recommendation letter
I've ever read.
Except for when Kira said yes,
the best day of my life was when Nella hired me.
(scoffs)
Nobody else would have given me a shot.
Same here.
(Kira laughs)
Now, that's what I call a party. BULL: Kira.
Nice shoes.
Thank you. Will got them for me.
Ah. You know where he got them?
Uh... I have to go.
Kira, does Will have
the combination to Nella's safe?
I really have to go.
You know what, this'll only take a minute.
And they're very important questions.
Bull, you're late.
Don't worry, Pike called a motions hearing. It'll be
about an hour. Benny, we have a problem.
Kira wouldn't tell us everything,
but I think Will stole a pair of shoes from Nella.
Shoes? Why?
Believe it or not, they may be valuable.
Nella's been working on something big,
and these shoes may be it.
Pike has this,
he has a much stronger case.
Bull, I got to go.
PIKE: Judge Akintola,
I move that you allow into evidence
a security video from Nella Wester's studio.
Your Honor, the D.A.'s office is springing yet another surprise.
We just got the video this morning, Your Honor.
It's from the night after the victim was murdered.
You know I hate surprises, Neil.
Play the damn tape.
PIKE: That's Nella Wester's office.
3:00 in the morning.
That's her wall safe.
And that
is the defendant, stealing from the victim.
Your Honor, this video has not been authenticated.
Stealing shoes? So what?
According to designs
found on the victim's laptop,
those shoes are a prototype.
For a revolutionary new kind
of stiletto heel, one that
more evenly distributes weight, so it's comfortable.
The experts I've talked to say it could be worth
hundreds of millions of dollars.
And that is motive
for murder.
A golden ticket
worth hundreds of millions.
The defendant killed Nella
and stole the prototype shoes.
Objection!
These are simply the facts of the case.
Marissa, by any chance,
is almost the entire jury against us?
Yep. They're now breaking 11 to one, guilty.
BENNY: Well,
that blew our trial strategy out of the water.
The jury that was gonna save our client's now gonna hang him.
Chunk, I know this looks bad...
Bad? And yet you're here, still trying to save him.
Will killed her.
We don't have all the facts yet.
We have enough.
And here's one more.
I won't be a part of this.
You didn't tell us about the shoes.
(sighs) I knew it made me look guilty.
You do now.
Why did you steal the prototype?
I didn't steal it. I created it.
Oh, y did.
I started with the engineering problem:
what's the best way to balance over 120 pounds of water
on two tiny stilts?
Plastic resin shank, polymer stiletto.
I made it completely on my own.
When I went to Nella with the designs, she promised to help.
Even promised me a promotion.
And I fell for it.
I was grateful.
But something happened.
After she died,
I found out she was talking to a lawyer
about patenting the designs herself.
Nella was the thief, not me.
Huh.
Help me understand something.
Giancarlo said he saw you
spraying something into the wedding dress.
Yeah. Stiffener,
like we always do at shows.
Gianni knows that.
What about Orlov?
He told Bull that you asked him where to buy arsenic.
Sure. Arsenic's got a lot of industrial uses.
Nella asked me to look into it for a dye.
For a ribbon.
But I decided the stuff's way too dangerous.
Okay.
We need all the evidence that proves the design was yours.
E-mails, computer files...
Nella made me destroy all of it.
She said... she said we had to protect the design from theft.
BENNY: I want to put Will on the stand.
He can explain the tape.
We're playing defense.
We need to blow Pike out of the water.
We need an alternative suspect.
Wester's employees?
Suppliers, investors, ex-lovers?
Danny came up empty.
CABLE: I've got a possible.
StitchBeast3000.
Looks like Will is not the only one
stealing Nella Wester's property.
Someone by the name of StitchBeast3000
is selling off the studio's clothes on the dark net.
How much?
$200,000 worth, this week.
Any chance you want to get me something special?
BENNY: Yeah. A suspect
in Will's murder.
Where's Danny? We are going shopping.
Well, can I come?
(engine shuts off)
(coughs)
You're StrongLikeBull99, right? Looking to buy the red dress?
Well, hi, Delilah.
DANNY: Stealing from your dead boss?
Let's chat.
BULL: You know how this looks, right?
I didn't kill Nella.
I wasn't even at the show.
Then why are you so scared if you're not guilty?
Maybe because you know who is?
No. How would I know that?
Oh, Delilah,
you do realize you can't shrink.
Right, Danny? She can...
curl her body up slightly, pull her knees
into her chest, but she's still gonna be right there.
Mm.
I can see her. Yeah.
We can see you.
So let's start at the beginning,
with the truth.
What's up?
We got a suspect.
A good one.
Great, let's put 'em on the stand.
It's our client's fiancée.
Kira?
Mm. Really?
Kira was scheduled to model that wedding dress,
but she bailed at the last minute.
Left the building.
So Nella had to step in
and wear the dress.
(groans) Damn, Bull.
Kira swore the one person who knew about it to secrecy.
Apparently, she was, uh, pretty scary about it, too.
Sounds like reasonable doubt for our client.
We'll put Kira on the stand tomorrow.
I got to talk to Will about this. He doesn't know.
No. No, no, no, no, no.
Don't... don't tell him.
He'll tell her.
He is head over heels for her, literally.
For this to work, I need to come after her.
We're accusing the woman he loves of murder.
Well, yeah.
She may have done it.
You want him to flip out in front of the jury?
Are you trying to save Will's life
or are you trying to save his relationship?
Both.
And I'm trying to get Chunk to stick with me.
See what I'm doing? It's a trifecta.
I'm gonna tell Will tomorrow.
Hey, Jason.
Well, look at you,
still at the office.
Yes,
Skype.
Are you checking up on me?
Well, now I don't have to ask what you're wearing.
So did you finish the brief yet?
Now, how'd you know I was working on a brief?
Because you always talk dirty
when you get stuck on an argument.
Well, right now, I'm reading the news.
You didn't tell me about Nella Wester.
Fashion Week
was less fun this year.
Why didn't you say anything?
It's complicated,
I guess.
Okay.
It's, uh, too real.
Not our relationship. I get it.
(drink splashing)
When's the brief due?
Tomorrow. The opposing counsel's
trying to muscle me into a settlement,
but they're gonna learn I don't muscle.
I bet they are.
Hmm.
You know, Jason, I was thinking, um,
maybe you might want to come visit me some weekend.
Yeah, I'd like that.
Let's do it sometime.
Okay.
It's too real. Not our relationship, I get it.
Come on, not at all. What are you talking about?
It's okay.
All right, you go do what you got to do,
and tell Chunk I'm real sorry to hear about his friend.
Good night, Jason.
Good night.
I can't figure out juror ten.
He's into sport fishing and yoga.
And he drives a Hummer-- I mean, what is he?
Not my case.
Of course. Sorry.
And I'm sorry about Nella.
She sounds like she was pretty amazing.
She was.
My first real boss, post-football.
She believed in me.
And you believed in her?
Of course.
That's a pretty amazing thing.
To believe in your boss.
MARISSA: Oh... my God.
These prototype shoes.
These are the most amazing things
I've ever had on my feet.
(chuckling)
(whispering): Revolutionary.
I don't understand.
You want to tell the jury
Kira killed Nella?
Will, you have a shot at acquittal.
If we put Kira on the stand and grill her about the dress,
the jury will have reasonable doubt.
No, they won't. She didn't do it.
Really? Are you sure about that?
Why did she leave early?
After her first turn on the runway.
That is why Nella had to wear the wedding dress.
Yeah, she said she got sick.
Aha. That's convenient, isn't it?
Do you really believe that?
People are complicated.
Maybe you don't know her as well as you thought.
You don't know what you're talking about.
Did she have access to the key?
To where the dress was-- did she?
She is hiding something.
I know it, and you can see it too, can't you?
No, no way. She-she didn't kill Nella.
This keeps you out of prison.
So the cops will go after my fiancée? Will, if you want
to save your life, let the jury wonder,
just for a second, if Kira did it.
Reasonable doubt. It's your best option.
It's best if I blacken my future wife's name.
It's best if I risk her life so I can walk free?
Who am I, then?
I'm committed to the woman I love.
I'm sorry that's so hard for you to understand.
(knocking)
Hey. Will's gone.
I heard.
I don't know what he's gonna do.
You know where I can find him?
Kira has a gig at the Armory.
Midlea Carmichael's got a small show.
Thank you.
I'll drive.
What?
I'm not helping Will.
I'm helping you.
Okay.
Just... just one second, just, come on.
I can't do this right now. Okay, just-just listen.
I'm at work. Just listen for one second.
If you've done something--
no matter how bad-- I want you to know I don't care, Kira.
I don't care.
I love you.
We can get out.
We can go. I-I... I wouldn't do that.
Running would be idiotic. Yeah, I'm not
asking you. Get out of here.
Stay and fight, Will.
You found somebody.
Somebody you're committed to.
Some people can't even commit to a weekend, you know that?
You want Will to stay and fight?
Kira...
did you kill Nella?
No.
Did you think that I did?
Well, you abruptly left the show.
That forced her to wear that dress--
the dress that killed her.
CHUNK: You're the same size, right? Same stature?
What did you think would happen after you took off?
I didn't take off.
Really? You're the face of the Nella Wester's line,
you are wearing the big dress
of the evening, you're at the height of your career,
and you disappear?
I need to know why.
Listen to me. Forget them.
Look at me. Tell me.
What happened?
Here, sit down.
What happened?
She fired me.
What?
W-Why didn't you tell me?
It was humiliating.
I knew that you would yell at her and probably
get fired, too.
She didn't even have the balls
to do it herself.
Coward.
CHUNK: Wait. Nella didn't
actually tell you you were fired?
Who did?
CHUNK: Giancarlo.
BULL: What I didn't appreciate is what a showman you are.
You love the theatrical side of fashion, don't you?
The runway, the drama, the intrigue.
You're exactly the kind of person who would
kill someone with a poison dress.
Don't be absurd.
You told Kira she was fired, then you told Nella
Kira quit.
No time to find a replacement, so Nella had to wear
the wedding dress. What I don't understand
is why.
I know you didn't know about the shoes,
so it wasn't about the money.
It was a very personal crime,
designed to humiliate Nella.
Oh, Nella fired you, didn't she?
And then you told Kira
that Nella fired her,
'cause you were passing along the cruelty.
It's middle child behavior.
Uh-oh. I wouldn't do that
if I were you. Police!
Stop right there! Chunk was a...
All-American football star.
(grunting)
(sirens approaching)
Stay down!
Get off me! Get off me!
(indistinct police radio chatter)
After Giancarlo Sartor's confession to the NYPD,
a search warrant was executed on his apartment.
I can now announce that C.S.U. has found traces
of a substance identified as trivalent arsenic.
This afternoon, Mr. Sartor was charged
with the murder of Nella Wester.
All charges against William Mercado have been dropped.
Oh, I can't believe it's over.
Giancarlo told NYPD that Nella fired him
so she could make you her second in command.
Giancarlo snapped.
He couldn't take the idea that she would fire him
over a newcomer like Will.
Have you guys seen Dr. Bull?
Mm-mm.
CHUNK: Hey. I have news.
A letter from Nella's patent attorney.
The patent for the prototype?
She was filing under your name.
Everything Nella said was true.
BULL: Look who I found.
Hello. (chuckles): Hey.
You ready? Yeah, yeah.
Okay. Dr. Bull,
uh, I'm glad we got to thank you before we go.
Got a meeting with some VC folks tomorrow.
Ah. Venture capital. Not Viet Cong.
Yeah, thanks for clearing that up.
They're interested in the prototype.
I'm hoping we get the shoes on the market in 18 months.
Wow. Congratulations.
Well, make sure you send Marissa a free pair.
She loves those shoes.
Take care, you two.
You're very lucky.
So I was right about Will.
What, you want a medal?
Ah, Stoplight.
Getting settled in? Yes,
thank you. (chuckling): Hey.
What's she doing here?
Well, Allie is my new assistant.
Uh, she's from Wollongong, Australia.
Someone's got to keep this guy in line.
(chuckles) (short chuckle) Oh, by the way,
my friend Autumn, from the show? Mm.
She thought you were cute.
A model with daddy issues. Surprise.
Well, I just texted you her number Mm.
and she wants to hear from you.
All right.
See you tomorrow.
Autumn's a nice name.
Good night.
(phone vibrates)
(chuckles)
Hey. It's Jason.
Got your message.
Want me to come by?
* Right here in the light
I'm here.
* Hold me and don't you
* Ever let this die
(chuckles) Hey.
* Right here in the light
Hey.
* In the daytime
* Right here in the...
If I said I missed you would that be too real?
* Ever let this die...
Just right.
(chuckles)
I'll make you some breakfast.
I didn't know you could cook.
I'm gonna make you my famous phone call to the diner.
That sounds delicious.
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