Morning. - Hey!
Have a good one!
Well, no, I haven't told Darby yet.
You know how she overreacts.
But I am telling you, Sarita,
I have not written this fast in years.
This new character is changing everything!
Of course, yes. I'm excited, too.
I promise, you're going to love it.
Ex-cop who was kicked off the force?
Surly... Handsome...
Bryn's long-lost daughter...
Clodagh?!
Darby, are you home?
We're wheels up in 20!
Ugh!
Ugh, this is really not what I need today.
Would you stop sulking?
You promised last week when you borrowed my car
that you would come to this estate auction with me.
But you also said you would wear something nice!
Well, I didn't know it would be like
something out of your novels!
Speaking of, how are your new pages coming along?
Um... good! Fine, actually.
Yeah? Feeling particularly inspired, are we?
- As a matter of fact, I am! - Hmm!
Well, hello, ladies! Hello!
Why am I here if you knew Rory would be here?
Just to soak up a little A.B. culture, hmm?
- Alder Bluffs. - Thank you, I got it.
This place is owned by Zelda Hoffman.
Wealthy widow, total firecracker.
She had impeccable taste.
Oh, dear. Has she died?
Oh, no. Apparently she's moved into
an upscale nursing home.
Her daughter put this whole thing on.
Ah, there are some serious pieces up for sale!
Ooh!
You might see, uh...
an art deco hoodie, Darby!
Great.
$1,500 for a trifle bowl?!
And then you have to eat trifle.
Lucas! What are you doing here?
Yeah, Lindsay saw this thing about "eclectic centrepieces"
on some hip wedding blog,
so we figured that this would be...
- eclectic? - Well, sure.
Nothing says "I do" quite like naked babies on stuff.
Mm-hm! Yeah, exactly.
That's why I'm having my groomsmen dress like that.
Oh! Nice!
- Oh, Darby! - Hi!
- Hey, it's good to see you! - You, too.
- You look gorgeous, as always. - Thanks.
This ensemble started as a silent protest
against my mom, but now it just feels like a self-own.
Hey, the more dressed down,
the richer people think you are.
Oh, then everyone here must think I'm loaded.
Definitely.
Um...
Hey, I've been taking like a zillion photos
for wedding inspo, and I realized
I don't even have one of the bride and groom!
- Do you mind? - Not at all!
Okay.
Uh... say "trifle"!
Trifle!
I took a bunch. Oh, awesome.
Thank you.
Can I have your attention, please?
Ladies and gentlemen, the auction is about to start.
I should find seats. I can't miss this.
Don't miss it. Run, don't walk!
Um... Hey, listen.
This may sound odd.
I was wondering if you and I could have lunch?
I'd really like us to be friends.
Yeah!
Great. Yes... um, when?
Um... soon.
Super soon.
Okay.
- See you out there. - Okay!
Okay...
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome.
Bidding will commence shortly.
But first, I'd like to invite our hostess, Moira Hoffman,
to say a few words.
Okay... wow!
My mother would be so touched by this turnout.
As some of you know, she was recently moved
to a care facility.
And, you know, while they say
that you can't put a price on a loved one's care...
they have. A large one!
Uh...
So, um...
please bid generously and, um...
thanks.
Thank you, Miss Hoffman. Alright...
Archer Lancaster.
Thinks he's God's gift to antiques.
I outbid him on a Hepplewhite chaise last year
and he's hated me ever since.
And first up, we have Lot #129.
This is it!
It's early Deco.
Neo-Egyptian piece.
Wow, it's lovely. You should bid on it.
I'm going to!
And the bidding will begin at $400.
$400.
400 to the gentleman; do I hear--
500. 500.
- Do I have six? - Six.
I have 600. Do I hear seven?
700 to the woman in the back.
1,100.
I hear 1,100 for the gentleman in the front.
- Do I have-- - 1,200.
1,200.
1,300.
Yes, I have 1,300 to the gentleman in front.
3,000!
The bid stands at $3,000.
Going once... Going twice...
Sold!
Well done, sir.
You didn't even buy anything!
That's not the point, darling. The point is to have fun.
Well, that redefined "fun" for me, so success!
What's wrong with you? Is your blood sugar low?
You're so surly.
- Surly? - Mm-hm!
That's a funny word for you to use.
Oh, by all means, take your call.
Hello?
Rory?
He pocket-dialled you. Just hang up.
Okay.
Oh, come on, just pass me then, alright?
Rory, is everything alright?
No, no, no! What are you doing?
No, no, noooo!
Rory!
Okay, okay, white car, tinted windows.
We got that.
Listen, I don't think you're taking this
with the gravity it deserves!
Alright, the only sets of tire tracks off the road
are yours, Mr. Isenor, alright?
That's not much to go on.
This is a case for your insurance company,
- not for the police. - I am telling you,
someone is trying to kill me!
And I am telling you to calm down before I arrest you
for wasting police time. Enough!
If Alder Bluffs' "finest"
won't take this case seriously, then the Spencer Sisters will.
Wait, what? We will?
Really?
Okay, whatever. He's all yours.
Alright, someone call a damn tow truck.
You're serious?
That the Spencer Sisters will take my case?
Of course!
Oh, but no friend discount!
I want to pay the full price!
I need to get my cat.
Okay, we're not seriously taking this case on, are we?
Harris is an ass, sure, but attempted murder?
Mom, Rory probably just got spooked when someone
tried to pass him while he was staring at his dumb cat.
We don't know that. And besides, a case is a case.
Fine.
But we have to treat it like any other case.
It's not like something from one of your novels.
As if you've ever read any of my novels!
Oh, it's alright!
Ah, it's safe.
Well, I guess I'd better get a ride share or something.
Oh, don't be ridiculous.
We have plenty of room. Darby can ride in back.
Oh, yeah. You can ride in the back.
- I heard her. - Mm-hm!
Okay, Rory, start from the beginning
and tell us what happened.
He came at me out of nowhere!
Like a lunatic!
I couldn't see his face,
but I could feel the hatred just burning at me!
Except we don't actually know that it was a man, right?
- Because you couldn't see him? - Oh...
Are we sure this isn't just a case of road rage?
Maybe someone wants you out of the picture.
You mean like a conspiracy?
Or maybe it was a case of mistaken identity!
Yes!
The killer misidentified me as his target!
Okay, let's all just climb down from the grassy knoll here
for a second.
Rory, I know when you've had a scare it can be easy
to jump right to assassins and blood feuds.
Yes!
But when it comes to real investigations,
Occam's Razor is the rule.
The simplest explanation is usually the right one.
But, as Bryn Martell always says,
"Sometimes Occam is wrong."
- Really? - Mm-hm.
Bryn said that, specifically?
Yeah, Book 9.
"The Philosopher's Foible."
Okay, Rory, do you have any actual enemies
who might want to hurt you?
Oh! Archer Lancaster!
Ah, of course!
He was furious that you outbid him.
Public humiliation is a great motivator.
Oh, Darby is well aware of that.
Okay, fine. Yes, Archer is a solid lead.
Or at least a lead here on Planet Earth,
so we'll start there.
- Let's go to his store. - Right.
Let's shake him down!
Oh, Archer.
You've just been eating yourself up with jealousy, haven't you?
What is it, exactly, you're accusing me of?
We want to know where you went after the auction.
Here.
To lick my wounds.
Oh, that is a lie!
He's lying!
Okay, maybe let me take care of this.
Liar!
What route did you take?
What's the make and model of your vehicle?
I don't believe I have to tell you anything.
You're not the police.
Tsk-tsk-tsk.
What?
Oh, we were just admiring your impeccable taste:
Hepplewhite, Georgian, mostly Victorian.
But that cat you bid on?
It was decidedly Neo-Egyptian Art Deco.
What gives?
Fine. You caught me.
I never wanted that piece of junk in the first place.
Oh, bull!
You bid against me for it!
I was goading you into overpaying.
And, if you must know,
that cat is a cheap 1970s reproduction.
Can't imagine why Zelda Hoffman even owned it.
I know I wouldn't want to.
Oh, and I drive a restored powder blue 1969 Fiat Spider.
It's parked out back if you want to admire it.
Well, there goes that lead.
The real question is why would Zelda have a worthless
piece like that in her collection?
Well, it was a very good reproduction.
I think anyone could have been fooled by it.
Wait a minute.
There was a third bidder.
A woman at the back.
And then she just vanished.
I remember her!
Damn, I wish I made a mental note of her paddle number.
118.
As Bryn would say, "The devil is in the details."
Yeah, Book 21. "The Clockmaker's Crisis."
Okay, fine.
We'll go to the auction house and we'll get her name.
What?
Auctions are a very exclusive world.
Their clients count on discretion.
Okay, so what do you suggest?
Zelda's daughter, Moira,
would have access to the bidders list, right?
We could use Rory's status as a decorator to our advantage.
How?
She seemed very concerned about selling everything.
You could offer to work her list and move the rest of her stock.
Ooh, like undercover!
Well, it's not undercover when you're playing yourself.
What-- what am I supposed to do with this?
Do you know how big the bills are?
I can't believe this happened to you.
And how expensive it is there, it's like they just...
Don't think you're going a bit overboard?
This isn't a stakeout, and Moira isn't a suspect.
Well, she could be!
Yeah, she's a regular femme fatale.
Seriously, what is your problem?
You seemed so happy when you went out for your run today.
I was, until you dragged me into this mess.
Or should I call it Book 31,
"The Wealthy Widow's Worthless Waste of Time"?
Do you have a problem with my writing?
Well, actually, I kind of do, and I wanted to--
We have the list of bidders!
Mm-hm-hm!
Oh, she's quite a talker.
And a crier. Hmm.
I see that.
Paddle 118-- Francesca Diavolo?
Oh, a glamorous name!
Like something out of one of your novels!
- Oh, you don't say. - Mm-hm!
Hmph!
Ah, looks like she lives at 66 Heathcliff Lane.
Let's go.
66 Heathcliff Lane?
You've gotta be kidding me!
So, Francesca Diavolo lied on her bidding application?
How baroque.
Seems like Bryn Martell was right,
and Occam was wrong.
Oh, good morning. Orange juice?
- Did you spend the night? - Yes.
I had my housekeeper drop off a weekend bag.
I thought it was safest, what with this
Diavolo character on the loose.
There you are!
Alastair just got back to me, and there are no hits
for "Francesca Diavolo" anywhere near Alder Bluffs.
Great, now we're back to no leads.
Ugh!
Lindsay tagged me in the photo that I took of her and Lucas.
And she used the triple fire emoji.
Look, my day just keeps getting better.
They are gorgeous together,
but it's best not to dwell, honey.
Hey, wait a minute.
Isn't this the Francesca Diavolo woman or whatever her name is?
- Look. - It is! Good work, honey.
Lindsay took a lot of photos at the auction.
I wonder if our mystery woman's in the background of those.
You...
text Lindsay and get those photos.
Yeah.
Oh, no, no!
No, I can't do that because if I do that,
Lindsay will make me go to lunch with her!
Well, it's for the good of the case, honey.
Small talk.
Appetizer only.
Get the photos and get out.
Darby, hi!
Hey!
I am so glad we can make this work!
Oh, me too, me too.
I've always wanted to come here, so this is very exciting for me.
Oh! Yeah!
Anyway...
I could use your help with a case, if you're willing.
Oh! Okay, shoot.
Could you send me the photos you took at the auction?
Like of me and Lucas?
Of everything.
And this is for a case?
Yes.
A mysterious woman ran our client off the road
because he bought what turned out to be a worthless
statue of a cat.
And as I say that out loud,
I realize it sounds super made-up,
but your photos might help us identify her.
Right, yeah. Of course!
Thanks.
Um...
Okay, done.
And I sent them to Victoria too.
Oh, good. I really appreciate that.
Yeah.
And I hate to do this, but I should go,
because the case is really heating up.
Darby?
Um, I'd actually really like us to have a conversation
about Lucas.
Oh.
Okay.
But we should eat first, right?
Yeah!
Hi!
Can I take your order? - Yes, thank you.
So, what do you think?
Bryn Martell would be so proud!
Lindsay sent the photos and I printed them out.
- Hmm! - And here is our mystery woman.
Hmm... Is her hair...
I dunno how to say this... bad?
Yeah.
I think it's a wig. And those glasses?
- Mm-hm. - She might be in disguise.
Oh!
But we're still no closer to finding out her real identity.
Yes.
Oh, yes we are!
That is the car that tried to run me off the road!
- It is? - Mm-hm!
The license plate's obscured. But there's this bumper sticker.
It says...
Here.
"CompanionAid."
Uh, find "CompanionAid." Oh!
Here's what I found.
It says it's a local staffing agency
for in-home nursing services.
- Call! - Ooh, okay.
Hello, uh, this is Rory G-Gan...
O'Flanagan.
Ah, top 'o the mornin' to ya!
That's not good.
Um... I'm just calling because I was following one of your cars
that had one of your stickers on it.
And there was a woman driving,
and she went directly through a crosswalk,
striking a child dead!
- No! - Oh! Okay, no, not dead.
But certainly not well. It was just a close call.
And I was wondering, if I sent you a picture,
I'm sending it right now, would you be able to tell me
if you recognize this person as one of your employees?
Have you got it?
Yes, her hair's a little different, by the way.
Oh?
Is that so?
So, listen...
I know there's a lot of history between you and Lucas.
But, like, ancient history.
Stone age.
We're talking dinosaurs and meteors.
For you, maybe. But not for Lucas.
When you left all those years ago,
Lucas was shattered.
Mainly because he didn't know why you...
just ghosted.
I mean, everything's fine now,
it's just when I found him...
he was still hurting.
And now, suddenly you're back in town, and...
I would just hate to see him go back to that dark place.
I'm not ordering you out of Lucas' life or anything.
Oh, good.
It's just your presence,
it has an effect on people.
And, well, it's not just Lucas' happiness at stake anymore.
I can admit I didn't really handle things well back then.
But the last thing that I would want to do is hurt Lucas.
Or come between you.
Not-- not that I'm capable of that!
Obviously.
Um...
I wish you two nothing but happiness,
so if that means I have to keep my distance...
I will.
Darby, thank you.
I mean it, I do.
I'm just-- oh!
Oh, I'm so glad we could clear the air.
Yeah.
Oh, how was lunch?
Like being eaten alive by beautiful woodland animals.
Where's Rory?
Uh, he's out on the sundeck, resting.
Exhausted from working our case?
Actually, yes. We had a big breakthrough.
It turns out that "Francesca Diavolo"
is really someone named Carmella Da Silva,
who used to work for a home-care company called CompanionAid.
- Used to? - Mm-hm.
Until she was fired for a complaint
from her past employer, get this--
Zelda Hoffman!
Hmm! Well, you figured out a lot.
And it was definitely her car that ran Rory off the road.
And she went to the auction in a disguise.
Why was she there? Why did she bid on the statue?
I have no idea, but it proves that Rory was right.
You mean, it proves you were right.
Look, I'm just trying to solve a case for our client.
For our client, or for your new partner?
Is this what this is all about?
You're mad at me because I let Rory help us?
Well, why wouldn't you?
When he's your number one fanboy and I'm just, what was it?
"A dark, surly cypher, quick to anger and slow to apologize"?
You read my pages without my permission?
You had no right!
No right?
You're the one who used her own daughter as a joke
for the sake of book sales!
That is not what the Clodagh character is about, at all!
Oh, Victoria, these new pages are magnificent!
And the Clodagh character is so-- oh?
You let him read it?
Of course you did.
Darby, please.
You don't care about me or this partnership.
You're swanning around like a real-life Bryn Martell.
Do you know how ridiculous you sound?
Are you surprised that I didn't tell you about Clodagh
when this is how you react?
When all you ever do is criticize my lifestyle,
my work, and my friends?
At least Rory doesn't treat me
like I'm some kind of delusional idiot!
Fine!
I'll leave you two to it.
And since you guys have so much fun together,
why don't you kill off Clodagh
and make "Lory" Bryn's new partner?
Then we'll all be happy.
how to push my buttons.
It's the whole Bryn Martell thing.
- Mm-hm. - It's exactly what happened
after my dad died.
My mom became like a completely different person.
I feel like a teenager when I'm with my mom and I hate that.
I was so angry back then.
At my dad for dying.
At my mom for dragging me to Alder Bluffs,
only to then abandon me for her career.
Hey, now if she hadn't dragged you here,
you never would have met the most handsome
eligible bachelor in Alder Bluffs.
Are you seriously throwing Lucas at me right now?
Hello, I'm talking about me! Look at this jaw line!
- I mean... - Oh.
That's true.
Okay, well, "eligible bachelor" no longer applies,
but the rest does.
Look, I-I get it.
That was a rough time for you.
It's why you left.
Is that it, though?
Is that all?
Or do I run from stuff? Do I push people away?
Well... yes.
Sometimes.
But it makes sense.
People with abandonment issues
tend to do the same to protect themselves.
I knew it.
I'm totally screwed up.
Not totally. Look how far you've come!
Would the Darby of ten years ago have ever imagined
starting a business with Victoria?
Probably not.
- I mean... - Okay, definitely not.
There we go.
I hope we still have a business.
I said some pretty rough stuff.
How bad could it have been? I bet she's already over it.
Mm-hm-hm...
Okay, Furiosa.
Maybe we should take a breath before we go and see Moira.
Why? We still have a case to solve.
And if Carmella really was Zelda's nurse,
then maybe Moira can tell us where to find her.
Victoria, I love you, and I know you're upset,
but maybe you should cut Darby some slack.
What? Why?
I just think I know why she's been acting out a tad.
You do?
She hasn't been any nicer to you!
Well, Darby's a walking leather jacket.
Her bark is worse than her bite.
And I... I, too, tend to overreact sometimes.
Oh? I hadn't noticed.
Ha. Yeah.
I know what I'm like.
I take offence when people don't take me seriously.
It's a classic defence mechanism.
And Darby's the same.
Yeah, but you heard what she said.
She's the one that doesn't take me seriously!
But, uh, maybe she just feels more comfortable
pushing people away than being vulnerable.
It's this whole Clodagh thing.
I clearly meant it as an homage, not an insult!
Her bravery, her sense of justice,
the way Bryn has been longing to have Clodagh back in her life.
What if Darby looked at it and saw her own worst fears
about herself?
That the distance between Bryn and Clodagh is all her fault?
Well, technically, it was the nuns' fault
for lying to Bryn about her baby dying in childbirth.
Yes...
Just to protect the secret of the lost monk's treasure!
Yeah.
But I get your point.
Moira!
Sorry to pop in on you like this.
I just wanted you to meet one of my clients, Victoria.
She's interested in buying some of the pieces that didn't sell.
Now is really not a great time.
We're sorry to disturb you. I'm just such an antiques hound.
I guess we'll come back later, okay?
Okay.
Although...
I do need to get in touch with someone on your bidding list.
She bid against me for an item.
Do you have the picture? Yeah.
Do you recognize her?
The one behind the cute couple.
Wait a minute, is that...?
This is my mother's ex-nurse!
I fired her when I caught her stealing.
She kept harassing us.
I-I took out a peace bond against her.
Why is she here? I...
Donning a disguise to sneak back in?
This is like something out of a--
- A mystery novel? - Indeed.
We're so sorry to upset you.
We were just trying to find out where she is.
I have no idea where she is.
I see.
Well, um... I... nothing?
Okay, great.
Oh.
Oh, I'll go make us a great big drink.
I'm sorry, Mom.
What I said was really harsh.
I think I was just trying to push you away or something,
because that's what I do...
apparently.
No, I'm sorry.
I should have never based a character on you
without asking you first.
But I promise you, it was never meant it to be hurtful.
You won't believe this.
Carmella left me a voicemail!
Rorygan O'Flanagan, I know you have the statue.
Bring it to 1177 Carlisle Street or someone will die.
Tell no one and come alone.
What in God's name is up with that statue?
Hmm...
It's just a cat.
Whoa, whoa, whoa...
I can't believe I'm about to do this,
but what is it that Bryn Martell always says?
Uh, "Vengeance is always best served like Vichyssoise."
Oh, "A woman's best weapon is a black dress"?
No.
Oh, "Sometimes the wrong man is the right answer"!
"Sometimes you have to break a few eggs to crack a case."
- That's the one. - I don't remember that one.
Gah! No!
Oh, I spent $3,000 on this cat, thank you very much!
Is that what I think it is?
Say, "Cheese."
Well, that's Zelda.
God, she looks awful.
So Carmella planted the camera?
Why would someone who's supposedly stealing
from their employer set up a secret nanny cam?
Can you fast-forward a bit?
Wait, stop.
That's Moira.
Stop.
What are you giving me?
Where's Carmella?
Humph! Mom, you're confused again!
Carmella quit. She couldn't handle you.
That's why I had to move home and take care of you.
Not that you're grateful.
No, wait, wait...
Uh, maybe Carmella isn't the bad guy here after all.
Maybe she planted the camera because she knew
Moira was up to something and wanted to keep Zelda
from being put in a home.
Yeah, that's why she wanted it back.
That's why she chased you.
We need to talk to Carmella.
Quickly.
I told you to come alone!
They're harmless.
Except to each other.
Not that you're grateful.
No, wait, wait--
Oh my God!
This is exactly what I was afraid of.
We have to stop Moira!
Tell us what happened from the beginning.
I had been working with Zelda for over a year.
We were very close.
Moira was never around.
She only ever called when she wanted money.
One day, she showed up and said she was moving in.
Soon after, Zelda started to show signs of cognitive decline.
It didn't make sense; she was always sharp as a tack.
That's why I set up the camera.
But before I could retrieve it--
Moira fired you for "stealing."
Exactly.
She thought I was asking too many questions.
I tried to get back in the house to say goodbye,
but then she claimed I was harassing them
and filed a peace bond.
Is that when you went to the auction in disguise?
It was the only chance to get that camera back.
But you outbid me.
$3,000 for something I bought at a flea market.
Well, it was a very good reproduction...
Once I heard Moira had moved Zelda to a facility,
I knew something was wrong.
Zelda always said she'd rather die
before ending up in a place like that.
Why did you have to run me off the road?
I didn't!
You were swerving and honking
before I could even lower my window.
Well, you could have at least come back
to see if I was still alive.
I heard sirens, and...
with the peace bond and everything...
I'm sorry.
We saw in the footage that she's hooked up to an IV?
What's in that?
I have no idea.
I used to give her a daily dose of epinephrine
for her low blood sugar, dehydration.
That wouldn't cause delusions or confusion.
If Moira figured out that you're onto her,
you're definitely at risk.
Well, I got Carmella settled in the guest room.
She's seems to be resting comfortably.
Moira said Zelda was in a senior care home,
but in order for her to be admitted against her will,
she would have been assessed for cognitive decline, right?
Yeah, but you saw the video.
She could barely put a sentence together.
Yeah, but what about after the drugs Moira gave her wore off?
If Zelda was still as sharp as Carmella says,
eventually she would have come around
and said something to the doctors.
Moira realized she couldn't send Zelda away.
If she did, her secret would be discovered.
So she's kept her in the one place she knew
she'd never be found.
The house.
- She's still there! - Oh!
And we're gonna need a hell of a plan to get her out.
If Moira's desperate for money,
maybe she'd be willing to let Victoria and I into the house
if we told her we were interested
in buying the remaining pieces.
It's not just a matter of getting in,
it's a matter of getting poor Zelda out,
and it would be quite a bit easier if she wasn't drugged.
If I could get to Zelda's IV,
I could identify what she's on and counter-dose it.
Hmm!
Uh-uh, it's too risky for you with the peace bond.
You'll have to tell me what to do.
It's not that simple.
She may need medical supervision.
Well, we do know someone with a medical license
who would probably do anything for you, Darby.
- Hm! - It's for the good of the case!
It's for Zelda! Lindsay would understand.
I'm not so sure.
But it's better than Carmella going to prison.
So our current plan is:
my soon-to-be-wed ex-boyfriend and I
will break into an old widow's manor to administer
a "mystery antidote" while you distract her evil daughter,
who's been suspicious of us ever since we told her
that her mother's ex-nurse snuck into her mother's estate auction
in a wig, pretending to be someone named Francesca Diavolo.
Do I have that right?
As plans go, that sounds...
- 1,000% insane? - Yes.
Well, it might work!
I mean, it's just like one of your novels.
That is the problem. Darby is right.
This is a real investigation with real stakes.
We have to start treating it like that.
Actually, I think Rory's right!
This case has been like one of your novels from the get-go.
Which is why, and I can't quite believe I'm saying this,
I think we should be asking ourselves not what would
Darby do or Victoria, but what would Bryn Martell do?
Bryn and her daughter, Clodagh.
So when you said "house call"...
I know, this looks less than--
- Legal? - Mm-hm!
But I promise I wouldn't have asked for your help
if someone's life weren't at stake.
Alright, I'm here for you.
But, respectfully, I am not gonna be caught
climbing through some dowager's window.
At least not first, anyway.
So is there a particular piece you're looking for, or...?
Um...
Oh, she'll know it when she sees it.
She has a very discerning eye.
Mm-hm!
Oh, you must have so many wonderful
childhood memories in this house!
Yeah, sure. Lots and lots.
Carmella said this one is Zelda's room.
Mrs. Hoffman? Hello?
Morphine sulfate.
- Is that bad? - Uh-huh.
She's alive, just unconscious.
Now, we can reverse the effects, but I'll need your help.
Oh!
Oh my, these old houses!
Mine is just the same!
Speaking of which, this is such a big house.
Are you planning on staying here?
Yeah, I dunno. Maybe.
Ah!
Let's avoid that spot!
Agreed.
Everything good?
- Yeah. - You sure?
Yeah!
- Let's just wake her up! - Okay.
Alright, I can set up a saline drip to swap out
the morphine sulphate, but I need you
to administer the naloxone.
Me?
You do it! Why can't I do the IV thing?
Because I'm the one with eight years of medical school
and I only have so many hands.
You still afraid of needles?
Naloxone is a common antidote for opioid overdose!
Don't cops literally have to carry that with them
in case someone ODs?
Yeah, but I always made my partner do it.
You'll be fine.
- Okay? - Okay.
- You ready? - Yeah.
Alright. Three, two, one...
Can't blame that on an old house!
Call the police! Get out your pen camera!
Just stay still, okay? Don't move.
What?
What-- what is-- what is happening?
You!
How could you do this to me, you useless waste of space!
How?
This from the mother who always criticized me,
who never supported me, who always hid me away
from her society friends
like I was some kind of shameful secret?
This from the daughter who was never grateful for anything?
You're an embarrassment who spits in my eye!
Oh, what have I done to deserve such a wicked child?
I should have killed you when I had the chance!
Whoa!
Whoa, hey, hey!
Say, "Cheese!" You're on camera!
I guess our relationship isn't so dysfunctional after all.
Right?
I'll just be over here, just... here.
Smooth, Mom. Thanks.
- Do you... - Thanks for your help.
Well, you know, we've always made a great team.
Yeah.
I just think maybe our team days are over for a while.
You have a new life now with Lindsay.
And I have a new life too, with...
my mother.
It's not ideal,
but I'm actually sort of okay with it at the moment.
And why wouldn't you be?
There's no case that the Spencer Sisters
can't solve together.
I can definitely see that.
There's no one quite like the Spencer women.
You should have this for evidence.
See you 'round.
Yeah.
Thank you!
Ugh, you two! I thought I told you to--
Do your job for you? No.
But we did it anyway, so you're welcome.
This is all the evidence you should need to convict Moira
of elder abuse and forcible confinement.
Should be another slam dunk conviction,
unless you want us to report it ourselves?
Wha-- no.
No, no, I-I...
Thank you for bringing this to me personally.
Of course. Oh, and Detective?
I think you owe Rory here an apology.
I'm-- I'm sorry, for what?
For doubting him.
It just seems like the right thing to do
under the circumstances, you know?
Yes!
Mr. Isenor, I regret that we weren't able to use
- police resources to-- - Mm-mm!
- No, no.
- Try again. - Okay.
I'm sorry.
I was wrong.
You were right.
How very gracious of you, Detective.
Okay...
Good.
Thank you. I really did need that.
It was our pleasure!
Some of the time.
Oh, all of the time!
Okay!
Ugh, this case! I mean, those two?
There is not enough therapy in the world!
For what it's worth, Mom,
I know you weren't actually trying to replace me.
Never.
I just...
With Clodagh, I wanted to get it right first, you know?
I wanted to make it clear that Clodagh was the thing
that Bryn was missing all along.
That she needed her.
I can see that.
And who knows?
Maybe Clodagh will end up feeling the same way.
Does this mean I get to keep her in the book?!
- She can stay. - Oh, yes!
- You have to change her name. - What?
Ugh! Okay... Bésame?
- No. - Um...
- Italia? - That's worse!
Oh, I've got it! Cayenne!
No! Mom, absolutely not!
But you're so spicy!
I like Agatha.
Ugh! No way!