- So, what do we know about my daughter's murder and the theft?
- Why don't you ask these three? They're the ones that probably did it.
- We were framed.
- We're persons of interest. It's very different.
So what we need to do is break into Bunny's apartment.
We find a clue that isn't us.
Don't you want to clear your name, too?
- Bunny had a bird?
- Mrs. Gambolini.
Stuff it up your ass.
- Start scouring! Any paper you find, put in this bag.
- I would just like to assure all of you,
as the new Board President,
I will not let Bunny's demise adversely affect the building.
I'm in charge now,
and a new era begins.
- Don't get me started on Nina.
If you thought Bunny was a bitch,
wait till you get a load of this one.
- So I took a closer look at Bunny's will.
There's something she wanted you to have.
- No! Absolutely not.
Hey!
I know who did it!
The perfect crime?
Oh, so very nearly.
But there's one thing the killer did not anticipate.
A witness.
Who has bravely agreed to an Only Murders in the Building exclusive.
So, tell our listeners,
who killed Bunny Folger?
Fuck off, Oliver.
- No, you fuck off, Mrs. Gambolini! You said you know who did it!
Who did it? - It's just perfect
that Bunny had a pet as obnoxious as she was.
- Hey, that's my maybe half-sister you're talking about.
- Yeah, explain that to me one more time.
- Well, it's simple.
My dad maybe slept with Bunny's mom,
a-and that potential sex could have been unprotected,
and that possibly unprotected potential sex
could have resulted in a half-sister I never knew until it was too late.
- Are you done? Please say yes. - Yes.
- Great. - No.
- I kissed Bunny on the lips.
- You did what? - What?
- Yeah. It was at a Christmas party, and we were saying goodbye,
and we were just gonna kiss each other on the cheek, but we missed,
and we were on the lips,
and we'd had a few eggnogs,
so we kinda got into it, and then we just stayed there
and sloshed around a little bit, and that's not so bad, right?
- Can you deal with this, please?
- Yeah, sure.
Alright. We have two options here.
I slap you across the face and say, "Snap out of it!"
Or we just skip to the part where you say,
"Thanks, kid. That was tough to hear, but I needed it."
- Uh, not the slapping one.
- Cool.
- Who did it?! Who did it?
- God, you are the most difficult animal I have ever directed.
And I did a production of The Elephant Man with a real elephant.
- Oliver, have you tried talking to her as if you were Bunny?
- W-why would I ever...
Mrs. Gambolini. It's me, Bunny.
What the fuck happened to me, huh?
- That was a terrible Bunny. The key to a good Bunny
is raising your voice without raising your voice.
Mrs. Gambolini, why the fuck am I dead?
No, no, that's dreadful.
You're missing the smile that doesn't reach the dead eyes.
This won't take long
unless you make it take long.
This won't take long
unless you make it take long.
- Yeah, but we're doing Bunny. - Oh, geez.
Listen to this.
If you're a murderer, stop murdering!
Yeah, well-- - Hey!
We need to start making progress here.
- Alright. What do we know?
Bunny was killed with a knitting needle
and a still-missing knife.
Her last words
were "14" and "savage."
- She got notes threatening her to give up her pricey painting
of your dad's jiminy sack or else.
- Yeah, and where is the original... My dad's what?
- His jiminy sack? Did I just make that up?
- Hey, look at this. Receipts.
From March 12th.
The day that Bunny died.
- We saw Bunny that day.
- Uh-- Okay. Tha-that's very good. Okay.
What would your last day on Earth be like?
It's a good question.
Will it be like any other,
or will it point to it being your time?
As we recreate Bunny's,
we hope it will take us to clues,
suspects,
and please, dear God,
not the subway.
Wake up. Wake up.
Wake up.
Wake up! Bunny!
Wake up! - Mm, shut up,
or I'll come over there and hit your snooze button.
I can't believe this is my last day.
As Board President.
That asshole's getting rid of all the gifted
and talented programs in our schools. He wants our kids stupid.
Also, he works out at the YMCA.
In Park Slope, Brooklyn.
I just don't understand what's going on in the city anymore.
There's a Starbucks on every corner.
You can't even get a decent bagel anywhere.
All the bridges keep changing names.
It is not the same New York City I grew up in, that's for sure.
- Ah, that.
Same circus, different clowns.
Fire Dolan.
- You said it.
"Twenty-nine years as Board President.
"I inherited the position from my mother.
"You know, she warned me that part of the job
"would be dealing with pests.
What she didn't say was the tenants were the pests."
Pause for laugh. "Of course, I'm kidding.
"Serving you...
has been one of the great honors of my..."
I'm not gonna let those fuckers see me cry.
I guess quiet time is over.
- Good morning, Bunny!
You watch the game last night?
- Yeah. Why do you think I'm in a bad mood?
- Ooh.
We should catch a game someday, now with all your free time.
- Yeah. That'd be great, Tommy.
See you later. - Okay, Bunny.
- Lin-sanity!
- Oh, what a lovely mess to come home to!
Don't worry, Lester. I've got it.
You're as useless as tits on a nun.
Sorry. I'm eating cake.
- And I'm still president of this place for another few hours.
There's still time to replace you, you know?
- Yeah, yeah, I know.
- Tell Lorraine I hope her knee is better. - Mm-hmm. Will do.
- Before I forget, elevator inspection invoice.
- Oh. - You know,
this place is gonna fall apart without you.
- You're going to say the same thing when Nina's in charge.
- Ah! I'd never!
So, what are you gonna do with all your free time?
- I can't believe I'm saying this,
but I've been looking at a spot in Boca.
Turns out, there are places on the planet
without winter.
What's going on over there?
- We reach the basement, and I immediately identify the problem.
I said, "Mabel! The ductwork around the down-flow furnace
"has been tampered with. Quick!
Flip the damper and detach that hose!"
- Huh? I just remember you saying "thing" a lot. Like,
"Put the thing on the thing!" And then, "The thing and the thing!"
Oh! And Charles,
how was it doing battle with your girlfriend?
- Oh, well, to be honest, there wasn't so much thinking...
- That was probably the poison.
- ...as doing. With a gun pointed at me, I commandeered a vehicle.
- A dog stroller. - I drove it into Jan. She fired!
- Bang! The bullet hit me!
- No. - Hit near me. And then I dodged.
And then I knocked the gun from her grasp!
- And then Mabel came in and punched Jan in the face.
- I mean, I did lay her out.
Oh, hey, Bunny.
- Ah! Bun-Bun! We saved you some cake.
- Rule 5.05.
No gatherings of more than 12
in a communal area
without the approval of the board.
- May we have your approval?
- No. Is that an open flame?
Oh, come on. I mean,
it's the almost one-week anniversary of them saving the building.
You should be thanking them.
- And I'll thank you to stay outta this!
- Oh! I just got Bunny'd!
- You know, for a while, I thought you were the killer
because Tim was behind on his building fees,
and I distrust women in positions of power.
- God no, Marv. - No, Marv, no. Shh.
- Do you have a permit to sell those?
- Uh... I do not.
- Commercial sales are prohibited from the Arconia
without a board-issued permit.
- Noncompliance will result in a public flogging
and a fine of $20.
The rule was written in 1912.
We should update that.
- I don't know. I like the floggings.
Nina, walk with me.
They're gonna be your problem tomorrow. - Don't worry. I'll keep giving them hell.
- I'll take a mug.
- Well, these are for-- - Outside the elevator bank?
I saw the ones there are dead.
- Sounds like there might be snow next week.
- I'll remind Lester to put out mats by the door.
- Hm...
The bulb in the fountain-- - Needs to be replaced.
I'll tell Mr. Torres.
You focus on enjoying yourself.
You've earned it.
Acupressure. Midwife says pushing here helps induce labor.
I'll try anything at this point.
- You sure you're gonna be able to handle this place?
- Absolutely.
I'm gonna pop this baby out and strap it right to my chest without breaking stride.
Come on. Eject.
- Oh. One last lesson for the road.
Be careful with Mark.
He's a compulsive liar.
He'll talk about touring in Iraq,
but it was just with his band. They're not bad.
And Sonia...
will sometimes mention her husband,
and sometimes a boyfriend.
She wants you to ask.
Don't.
- You know everything about everyone.
- That's the job.
- Rotates the fetus. Stimulates contractions.
- Don't have it here.
But if your water does break--
- Mop is in the window closet, second door from the stairs. I know.
Alright.
Now let's get these to their new home where they belong.
Aren't you coming?
- No. I've got my things to do.
I'll see you at the board meeting.
- Mm-hmm.
- Florida?
Really? You?
- Why not me?
Why can't I try life as a snowbird?
- I have a cousin in Tallahassee.
- And?
- Eh, he sweats a lot.
He's got a fungus in his armpits he can't get rid of.
- Is that your cute way of saying you don't want me to go?
- No, go. You know I have a key.
Maybe I'll go into your place and wear all your stuff.
- Fuck you. - Fuck you.
Okay. I'm this way.
- Hello?
Oh, it's you.
No, I do not wanna talk about the painting.
Stop calling!
On its surface, it was a day like any other for Bunny,
filled with routines and reading the Riot Act.
But where within those rituals were the signals
that the day was anything but typical?
- Welcome, Bunny. How are you today?
- Ah, same old.
As in I'm the... Same.
Old.
- I'll just have the usual.
- Coming right up.
Oh, uh, is your friend from yesterday joining you?
- My friend?
- Another waiter took my shift yesterday
and said you were... with someone.
- Oh, no. Not coming. And not my friend.
Seriously, Dad, it's not a big deal.
- What are you talking about? It's a huge deal.
My own son directing? Yeah,
a play at my kid's school.
- Well, we have to start somewhere. Can I tell you something?
You are going to be a natural because it's in your blood, buddy.
- Food. - Oh, thank you.
Bunny! - What?!
You remember my son, Will. Of course.
He broke a window when he was 10.
You still haven't paid for it.
- You moving to Florida?
Yeah, I would love to live somewhere warm.
- Oh no, no, no.
Bunny and I, we're lifers.
She's probably gonna be buried in the Arconia.
And on hot days, the whole building will be able to smell you.
Anyway,
I-I-I should be going. I'm celebrating with Charles and Mabel.
You know, since we solved the Tim Kono case.
Bye-bye now.
- How the fuck does she know about that broken window?
- 'Cos she's an actual witch, that's why.
- Here we go. - Thank you, Ivan.
That's for the food.
And then...
I went over 20%.
- Oh, Bunny...
Th-that's too much this time.
- No one else who needs it.
Come on, take it.
Get yourself that DJ equipment you wanted.
- Okay.
Thank you. - And make me a promise.
Don't let yourself only love one thing.
Because if you only love one thing,
and then one thing goes away, well...
then you're left with nothing.
And that sucks.
- A-are you asking for more iced tea?
- Finally, he hears me.
- ...so good. Hold it!
You wanna go to my place and get those, uh, glasses now?
- Oh, perfect. Mm-mmm! - Yeah.
You know, champagne is not really champagne
unless it's from the region of Champagne. Where is that from?
- The Key Foods on 81st Street.
- Ah. Lovely vineyard.
- Hey, Bunny.
All that looks good.
- Oh. Board meeting snacks.
- Deep breaths. - Take it easy.
- It's okay. The firefighters are coming.
I'm warm. Is anyone else getting warm?
- The fans stopped.
A slight breeze. I feel a slight breeze.
That means oxygen is flowing.
Come on... Okay...
- Bunny, you're a badass.
- And I thought I was a cranky old bitch.
- Yeah, I knew I'd regret that.
- Well, thank God. What would we do without you?
- You know what I just realized?
I fucking hate the heat.
Surprise!
- I did the decorations! Do you like them?
Don't worry.
You get a hat, too.
- Oh...
- Yeah. I told them it was too much.
Hello.
Hello, Howard.
Come on, say it.
Bunny seemed upset that we moved the cage,
but Mrs. Gambolini needed to be at the party, right?
- You're a very lonely man, aren't you, Howard?
- Excuse me.
- So, Amy Schumer started renovating the penthouse
without all the necessary permits.
Thoughts?
- Ooh, I love her. She's so dirty.
I heard it was very Z Gallerie
circa '92 in Sting's place, so anything's better than that.
- Are we really doing business? It's your last day, Bunny.
- We also need to sort out the Kono apartment.
And now, Jan Bellows', too.
- Bunny. I'm already drunk.
- I'm ready to take the minutes.
- Bunny, I'll handle all this at the next meeting.
- But we can do it now.
- It's your last day...
- Stop saying that!
- What's wrong?
- I, uh...
I... I've changed my mind.
I'm not stepping down. Sorry.
- Well, great. What about all my decorations?
- So, Amy Schumer's renovation...
- Bunny. We had a plan.
Today's your last day. This was your decision.
You said...
Howard, what did she say?
- At November's meeting, you, wearing a fuchsia number, said--
- Don't quote me from the minutes.
- Howard.
- "I can't do this forever.
"We should pick a new Board President. And I think Nina Lin
is the person best equipped to carry on my legacy."
- And I still think that.
But not yet.
We rushed this.
There's more I can still teach you.
- Let's not pretend this is about me.
This is about you holding the Arconia hostage until you're dead.
- The Arconia still needs me.
- No, you still need it.
But we can't afford to wait.
The Arconia needs to be brought into the 21st century.
- What does that mean?
- Made more efficient.
Modernized. Monetized.
- The building needs to be preserved.
Nina, we talked about this.
Or were you just saying what I wanted to hear?
All the dinners, the long conversations,
our weekly walks?
They were bullshit?
- It's time to step aside.
- You ungrateful bitch.
You ungrateful,
power hungry,
baby bumpy bitch!
- Alright, fine.
I didn't want to do this in front of everyone.
- Oh, you don't have to... - No, no, no, please don't...
- The only reason you're Board President
is because your mom was Board President.
Yet you can't fathom the idea
of someone else being able to do what you do.
You are so selfish and self-important
and stuck in the past.
You're a relic, Bunny!
And I can't allow this building to become one, too.
- You have no idea
what this job takes.
The pressures I endure
on a daily basis.
I'm not gonna let you get away with this.
- I'm not going to let you stop me.
- Our last piece of evidence.
Howard's minutes. Okay.
Who do we think killed Bunny?
Well, we know that she threatened to paddle our superfans,
who I love. They're just a little off.
- Ooh, you never want to upset a fan base.
- She also threatened to fire Lester,
but he thinks that was just a joke.
- Ooh. A little Upstairs, Downstairs. It's a possibility.
- You said you saw her at the Pickle Diner with a brochure of Florida.
- Was she going on the run? Was she meeting a lover in Florida?
What? We missed the lover angle in season one. I'm reaching.
- And lastly, she went back on her word
and wouldn't give the board presidency to Nina.
That feels like a biggie. We need to find out more about Nina.
- So...
that gives us a new prime suspect.
- Ooh. Did the pregnant protégé make a pernicious power play?
Wow, I am on fire!
You know, I really think that I've leveled up since Tim's murder.
- What?
Nothing to say to me?
You think I'm some stubborn relic, too?
- Oh, shit. Are we being too loud?
- No. Not too loud.
- Mabel, who is-- Oh, Bunny.
- Charles. Oliver. - Oh. Hi.
- Um, if you're celebrating,
you should have proper champagne.
Something nicer than your bottom-shelf blend.
- Thank you so much!
- Well, you saved the Arconia.
Maybe through sheer dumb luck, but the result was the same.
I, um,
don't think I've said it yet, so...
thank you.
- Aw, Bunny, you're too kind.
Oh, and w-we have a gift for you, too. Um...
There you are.
Your very own merch.
Try it on.
- This is the last thing I want from you assholes.
- Ah, come on! - Try it on.
- Oh, alright, alright.
- Ooh... - Wow.
- Already lookin' foxy.
Ooh. Wow, Bunny!
- Yeah. You know, it's actually quite fetching.
- Hm?
- I was at Woodstock, you know.
- Oh, groovy.
Well, thank you for the bubbly.
And you get home safe now, you hear?
Bye-bye. - Okay. Bye.
Wait.
Do you think...
Did she want to join?
- No.
And we don't want that, right?
Oh god. Guys, she's still out there.
What?
Oh...
What do we do now? This is so awkward.
- And more than a little creepy.
- Oh my god, she's crying.
- Okay, seriously, what is going on with this woman?
- Wow.
- Did not peg Bunny for a wailer.
- We have to invite her in, right?
- No, no, we can't now. It's so out of pity.
- We have to.
Hey, Bunny?
Hm...
- So, I guess everything's okay then?
- What if she comes back, though?
- Maybe we move this party somewhere more private?
- To the roof. - To the roof.
We at Only Murders
did not kill Bunny Folger.
But there's a chance we could have saved her life
with a simple act of kindness.
And one more toast to Mabel.
To Mabel Mora.
- Ah! - Oh, sorry.
If Bunny acted like she knew better than you,
it's probably because she did.
Just got off the phone with Jimmy down at the docks.
I know who did it. - I know who did it.
I know who did it.
She was a New York classic.
A treasure trove of stories,
secrets and forgotten wisdom.
- Does anyone else feel like there's still a couple of loose ends?
- Loose ends?
- Hm, I don't know. Maybe it's just a feeling.
Bunny always put the Arconia first.
- Too late! I don't wanna hang out!
I want you to call your sister Gladys.
And that didn't always make her popular...
even among the people she cared for.
We've run out of champagne.
- Mm. I will get some from my apartment.
- Ah. - Thank you, ma'am!
- Yep.
- What the fuck do you want?
No! Let go of me!
Let go of me! What are you doing?!
Help me!