ELLIOTT: "His student
"in the short skirt-- couldn't remember her name--
"appeared during office hours
"that afternoon.
"'You looked up my skirt,' she said.
(scattered gasps, exclamations)
"'What are we gonna do about it?'
"How dare she?
"He was a distinguished member of the faculty,
"for God's sakes.
"And this Lisa-- yes, that's it--
"would not be satisfied until he was...
"...dismembered.
"How had he arrived here,
"from walking home from school
"to his mother's embrace
"and a tuna fish sandwich
"on perfectly toasted toast...
"...to this horror?
"Well, of course
"he had looked up her skirt.
"But, you know, was that a choice?
"In that moment, he knew
"she had complete power over him.
"And he knew that he was,
"maddeningly,
"absurdly...
...in love with her."
-(audience chuckles) -BARNEY: Sixteen books
in 18 years.
Well, that includes, uh, a collection of my essays.
Oh, such modesty.
(audience laughs)
A new novel by Elliott Pope is a major event,
especially in our mutual hometown
of Massapequa, which has featured prominently
in many of your books.
I'm sure that's just a coincidence.
You ever go back?
Only in my work.
Well, everyone there is very proud,
even if they're afraid that you're going to write
your next "metafiction roman à clef" about them.
You know, I never write about anyone in particular.
I write what I write.
And it has worked out for you.
After those early, smutty bestsellers,
you have become an institution,
winning prizes and raves from everyone
except me,
but that is because I have recused myself.
I don't read reviews, Barney, but it is nice to know
that if I did,
I wouldn't even have the option to read yours.
Well, that's probably for the best.
(laughs)
BARNEY: Back through here.
My God.
I know, it's gotten out of hand,
but I know where everything is.
Oh, hey, would you like to sign some books?
-I'm not in the mood. -Ah.
ELLIOTT: Oh. Is that a rat?
BARNEY: Oh, Templeton.
Smart little guy, can't catch him.
Bev keeps threatening to call the health department.
Hey, tonight was great.
It was an honor just being on
that stage with you.
(soft chuckle)
Then, um,
why did you have to spew all that, uh,
"metafiction roman à clef" garbage?
It diminishes my work. It's saying,
uh, I don't make things up.
Don't be so touchy.
What's wrong-- is the writing not going well?
-Uh... -What are you working on?
That's none of your business.
Oh, come on. Are you stuck?
You know, I could be helpful. I'm not a total idiot.
Barney, you're a critic.
Who doesn't review your books.
Let me read what you're working on. Please, as a fan.
-It's not ready. -Well, maybe not for the world,
but for me?
Come on. It would give me so much joy.
To be the first person to read a new Elliott Pope?
Wow.
You're laying it on a little thick.
It's true. Elliott,
I'm begging you.
It would mean so much that you trusted me.
Well... it's still in longhand.
So, if you lose the manuscript,
I will kill you.
(laughs)
ELLIOTT: Edgar Bishop walked up Madison,
past the fresh-faced girls
leaving the Dalton School, as was his habit.
His thoughts kept returning to the little man in the bookstore.
Two months and still not a word.
Not one word.
(Barney chuckling)
Oh, uh... (mouthing)
Let me get you a bag.
There you go.
WOMAN: Thank you.
(chuckles softly)
Yes, I'm sure they'll just fly off the shelves
-when they're arranged like this. (chuckles) -Yeah.
I'm glad you're here. I want to show you something.
I took this out of my
safe deposit box today.
I have to sell it to
cover some debt.
Rent went up again.
This is tough stuff for Forster.
Not effeminate like the others.
That's a first edition Howards End
from Henry James' private library.
Well, we think so.
The proof is iffy.
Let me get you a drink.
I hate to part with it, but if I don't,
I'll have to let Bev in on the state of our finances.
Oh.
Oh, uh, yeah, I, uh,
sensed some awkwardness,
and I assume it's because
I... I never called you
about your manuscript.
I read it.
I mean, how much do you want me to say?
I don't want you to say anything.
I didn't even want you to read it in the first place.
Y... I don't care
what you think at all.
Oh, thank you. Thank you.
Why are you thanking me?
For not making me give you my notes.
I'm so tired of the sound of
my own voice, pompously pointing out
flaws in people's work.
Flaws. What...
Come on. What flaws?
I thought you didn't want to know.
Okay, well, now I'm interested, so go ahead.
-Come on, tell me. -You sure?
W... Well, uh,
where to start? (short chuckle)
Uh, you know, it's just another
sad, masturbatory exercise,
steeped in misogyny
and casual cruelty. Once again,
you have strip-mined the lives
of the good people of Massapequa--
I recognized every one of them--
for filthy lucre.
And all but your sainted mother
and her tuna sandwiches
are subjected to your snide disapproval.
Honestly, every
impeccably-crafted sentence
made me want to vomit.
Hmm.
Well...
thank you, Barney.
I value your opinion.
The way I would
value the opinion
of a loser want-to-be
of no literary importance.
A man who sells and criticizes
books he wished he had written,
but all the while knowing he is incapable
of holding anyone's interest
because his life, like his mind,
is completely worthless.
(chuckles)
(laughs)
-Ah... -Maybe so,
my old friend,
-maybe so. -I'm sorry. You know,
it's-it's the people who know us best
whose bad opinions hurt the most, so forgive me.
Oh, I deserve every bit of it.
Oh...
You still want me to sign some books?
(short chuckle)
Of course.
Oh!
Elliott!
Elliott, please.
Help. Help. (grunting)
Elliott,
doesn't our friendship mean anything to you?
How much do you want me to say?
No!
No, no, no!
No, Elliott.
(shouts)
ELLIOTT: "Edgar Bishop knew
"his life wouldn't change much
"after the death of his friend.
"Was that even the word?
"Acquaintance? More like
"a mirror.
"For Marty Roper could always show him
"who he really was.
He would miss the son of a bitch."
-(gentle laughter) -FRED: Now, the character of
Marty Roper does bear a passing resemblance
to a mutual acquaintance of ours.
Yep, Barney Corman.
Now, for those of you who don't know,
Barney Corman was a critic who owned Barney's Books,
and who died tragically a year and a half ago,
crushed by his own bookcases.
-(audience murmurs) -Oh, my God. -You know, I remember
hearing from his wife, Bev, who mentioned that
you were devastated when she called you.
I mean, you know, who wouldn't be?
Did you know immediately
you wanted to write about it?
Well, no, 'cause, you know, I haven't.
I mean, yes, Barney's death,
uh, did spark my imagination, you know, at some level,
but, you know, I'm not interested in parsing out,
you know, what's true and just pure invention.
That's been a constant in your career, hasn't it?
People asking what's made up, what isn't?
-Yeah, it's irritating. -(laughing)
And I just did it. Bad Fred.
All right, let's open it up
-to some questions. -ELSBETH: Oh.
Oh!
-Yes? -Me?
-Mm-hmm. -SHERYL: Uh, hi,
I'm Sheryl Jacobs. Um, I'm actually an author, too.
My book Unwell On My Way
is out in paperback...
-What is your question? -SHERYL: Sorry.
I'm a little nervous.
Um...
-such a fan... -Again, your question?
I forgot what it was.
-Oh, no, wait, my friend has one. -Oh.
-Yeah. Right? -Okay.
Um, hello. Hi.
Uh, hi, Fred.
-Oh. -(laughs)
Um, I was just curious about the way Marty dies
in the avalanche.
I was surprised when he went on that ski trip.
He wasn't very athletic.
Well, you know, uh, character is often, uh, revealed
through contradiction.
But the narrator, Edgar,
says that his and Marty's eyes meet
just before he dies.
That doesn't seem possible.
-How do you mean? -Well, I mean, if they were
actually that close,
then both of them would have been killed
by the falling snow.
You're reading it wrong.
Oh, okay.
It's just, it says their eyes meet,
so...
And Eddie is really you,
-isn't he? -FRED: Okay,
let's move on to the next question. Uh, yes,
-over here. -Thank you.
WOMAN: Over here.
SHERYL: To Sheryl.
Thank you.
Could I
give you a copy of my book, too?
It would mean so much to me.
Sorry, life is finite.
Oh. Oh-oh...
No, I understand.
Hi. It's for
Elsbeth. With a "B." (chuckles softly)
Elsbeth with a "B."
That's right.
I'm sorry if my question seemed rude.
I'm actually so impressed with
how vividly you imagined that death scene,
because, of course, you weren't there when your friend died.
No, I read it in the paper,
like everybody else.
I thought Fred said
you got a call from Barney's widow,
and that's how you found out.
Yes, and then I read the details.
Yeah, a word of advice.
You focus so much on unimportant details,
you lose the deeper meaning.
You can't read my books
like they're Agatha Christie murder mysteries.
Who said anything about a murder mystery?
I've met that woman before.
-She's pretty kooky. -Yeah.
Hard to believe she works with the police.
(softly): I know, I heard you telling him.
-Hi. -(clears throat)
(chatter continues indistinctly)
* *
Ooh. Elliott Pope? Now, that man can write.
So you've read his books?
Uh, yeah, one or two.
-You mean the early dirty ones. -Hey, now.
Just because Pope's books were somewhat explicit
doesn't detract from their literary merit.
My older brother gave me a copy of Couch Liar
when I was 12, saying it would put hair on my chest.
I still don't know why he was expecting it to do that.
So, why are we talking about him?
Well, I have been making my way through Pope's books.
He's not very good at writing women, is he?
And I can't stop thinking about his new book,
Snow Falls Down, which is inspired
by the death of a friend of his.
Oh, I-I see where this is going.
Barney Corman was crushed
by falling bookcases
18 months ago.
Aah...!
In the book,
Marty Roper was crushed by an avalanche
on a ski trip.
So, the first could have inspired the second.
That's what writers do.
True. But in most of Pope's books,
the narrator-- his alter ego is usually named Edgar Bishop--
is wracked with all sorts of guilt
about everything. But in this book,
Edgar doesn't feel guilty at all
about Marty's death, even though he had sex
with Marty's wife in a cave at the top of the mountain,
which is what caused the avalanche.
Oh. Yeah, yeah, yeah. The man's still got it.
Don't you see?
Pope is trying to distance himself
from the death of Barney Corman,
but he can't resist writing about it.
So, what do we know about the guy under the bookcase?
Barney Corman was a minor figure
in New York literary circles.
He wrote reviews freelance
and owned Barney's Books bookstore,
which sold retail and also dealt in rare editions.
So what's all that?
Oh, this is all from the original police report.
Which was very thin.
GRACE: Yeah, it looked like
an accident-- a man crushed by old bookcases,
clutching a copy of Howards End,
in a room that was a health hazard.
ELSBETH: Barney's wife
had called the health department,
but nobody wanted to be in close quarters with Templeton.
Templeton?
Oh, that's the name that Barney gave
to the rat who lived there.
Probably named after the rat
in Charlotte's Web.
Oh, I love that book.
Yeah. So, I asked
Elliott Pope some totally innocent questions
at his book signing
and he lectured me about caring too much about facts.
So he clearly doesn't want anyone to do
a close reading of this case.
So... can we?
Look,
as much as I try to indulge your hunches,
which I admit, usually turn out right,
there's simply not enough there.
The man died 18 months ago.
Oh, come on.
A novelist and a critic who grew up together?
That is fertile ground for a literary feud.
Sure, like my feud with Cyrus Tully,
but I would never go out and kill the man.
Well, that's you.
Elsbeth, your consent decree doesn't include
creating new cases that don't exist.
But it does include pointing out cases
that may have been missed. Or at least it should.
What do you think?
Me?
I'm tired of being in this position.
If you're convinced that this
is an actual murder case worth investigating,
then I'll agree.
So what's it gonna be?
Well, I...
...agree with Captain Wagner.
There's no hard evidence,
so there's not enough here.
Yet.
"Yet?"
Thank you, Lt. Connor. That's all we need.
Boy, you can just
smell the literature. (laughs)
(sighs) This place is classic New York.
Barney liked to think so.
Oh, you must miss him a lot.
More than when he was alive, that's for sure.
So, you say you're with the police?
Sort of. I help to make sure they do everything right.
They didn't do something right?
I don't know yet.
But there are some things
I wish were in the report that aren't there.
(gasps) I knew it.
Ooh, I should have pushed,
but they were so sure, and I figured
the storeroom was a disaster waiting to happen.
I've kept it locked up
ever since.
Do you think I could take a look?
You're not afraid of rats?
Oh, no, I most definitely am.
Hmm.
Oh, oh. I have an idea.
That is one feisty little rat.
Oh. Oh, thank you
for not just killing him.
He was a friend of my husband's.
BRAD: Oh, no,
we never kill rats with names.
It's in our manifesto.
-Oh. -JILL: We'll find Templeton
a good home in the wilds of New Jersey.
Thanks for calling us, Elsbeth.
You're always my first thought when I see vermin.
Well, what are we waiting for?
Oh, they put the bookcases back up,
but everything else is just as it was.
(softly vocalizes crashing)
What-what-what, exactly,
are you looking for?
I'm not quite sure...
yet.
(softly exclaims)
(softly imitates crash)
But I just found it.
But the scratches on the footstool
were clearly made by the molding
on the top of the bookcase.
Footstool.
Bookcase.
Barney.
(softly imitates crashing)
Somebody
must have dragged the footstool out from
under the bookcase after it fell.
Boom.
And if that's true,
then that somebody
murdered Barney Corman.
Or...
...Barney Corman
accidentally pushed out the footstool
in his confusion.
Ugh.
You enjoy doing this to me, don't you?
The report did mention a witness who arrived at the store
at 6:40, but the sign said it was closed.
But the store didn't close until 8:00.
so who
turned the sign to "Closed?"
-Is that it? -Isn't that enough?
Yes, I believe that is enough to warrant a new investigation.
-All right! -(laughing)
So, uh, which detective should we go to?
WAGNER: No detective.
Since Lt. Connor is convinced,
he's gonna help you on the very cold
barely-a-case case.
Good enough for me.
So, uh, should we talk to Elliott Pope?
Edgar Bishop knew the vultures of biography
were circling.
He needed a strategy to confound them.
But his mind was diverted by a woman
dressed in absurdly bright colors,
asking irritating yet perceptive questions.
Who was she?
Everything I say here is off the record.
-What record? -Any record.
From official precinct memoranda to Teddy Tascioni.
Understood.
The election is now
a few days away and Alec, if he wins,
wants to hit the ground running.
So, what do you want from me?
Alec is choosing people
for important appointments and he wants to know,
would you be interested in being police commissioner?
Yeah.
Big stuff.
-(knock on door) -What?
Marissa. Hi.
What's this about?
-Nothing. -We're asking him
if he wants to be police commissioner. (gasps)
I thought this was off the record.
Well, Alec trusts Elsbeth. Clearly.
Don't answer right away. Think about it.
But don't take too long.
Don't lead Alec on.
Be clear on what you want.
He deserves that.
Wow.
So, what are you gonna do?
I don't know yet.
Uh, what did you...
Oh. Uh, I really want to question Elliott Pope,
but his agent refuses all requests for interviews.
But you won't let that stop you.
I'll consider that your blessing.
Why, hello.
You remember me?
Actually, I do.
This isn't a coincidence, is it, Elsbeth with a "B"?
-Oh, you're so smart. -Mm.
No, I read how every workday,
you go to the place down the street
to get a tuna fish sandwich just like the one
your mother used to make you.
Boy, you must think about your mother a lot.
She's the only woman who has never disappointed me.
Well, that's... sad.
Anyway, you mentioned this little lunchtime ritual
in several interviews, which is surprising for someone
who claims to treasure their privacy.
Is there something... I don't know, specific
you want to talk to me about
or are you just attracted to me?
Oh.
The former.
-I work with the police. -I heard.
And we're taking another look at the death
of your friend Barney Corman.
We have evidence that suggests that he was murdered.
No. What new evidence?
Well, there were marks on a footstool
that was probably keeping a bookcase from crushing him.
Someone must have yanked it away.
You don't say.
And a book dealer came by to pick up
a rare edition of Howards End,
but the store was closed too early.
Now, you knew Barney well,
you were together for an event a few months beforehand.
Did he say anything about any difficulties
that he may have been having?
Elsbeth,
do you like Russian food?
Russian food?
Have dinner with me, hm?
At Gogol's. It's kind of my place.
Why do you want to have dinner with me?
I confess, I've been thinking about you
since we met. I'd like to write about you.
And in order to do that,
I have to understand you.
I thought you don't write about real people.
I don't, but, uh,
I need fodder for my imagination.
Okay, Elliott.
I will have dinner with you.
But just to be clear, I'm not interested in romance.
Neither am I.
(knock on door)
I've thought more about it.
And?
I'm interested.
The city would be lucky to have you.
Of course, if it happens, I'll have to review
the department's use of consent decrees.
Oh, don't worry about that on my account.
You've already done so much for me.
Bev Corman is here. She found something.
I was wondering about
the fax machine on Barney's desk.
I mean, why is he still the only idiot using one?
Well, that's not necessarily suspicious.
Maybe.
But I put a new roll of paper in it
and it spit out a log
of all the faxes he sent over the years.
I figured maybe you could find out who they went to.
I'm working on it.
He needed money.
Maybe he sent some
faxes to a loan shark who-who killed him.
Oh, let's not jump to conclusions.
GRACE: Okay, I traced
a number that appears several times,
and it's listed as belonging to
a Maura Davidoff.
(gasps)
Who's Maura Davidoff?
Elliott Pope's first wife.
Barney Corman and me? Please.
I have some self-respect.
We thought perhaps Elliott knew of your secret relationship
and was driven to murder.
Elliott wouldn't care if I'd cheated.
If anything, it would relieve his guilt
for his serial philandering.
The man's a hound, incapable of
relating to any woman without trying to sleep with her.
Oh, dear.
Why do you think he works all alone
in that dreary office of his?
His publisher won't let him hire any more
young female graduate students to work for him.
Not since the lawsuits.
Lawsuits?
He kept taking them to dinner at Gogol's.
He'd order schnapps,
you know the rest.
Well, it must have been hard being married to him.
You can read all about it in my book,
Writer's Wife Strife.
Of course, the critics killed it.
It only sold 147 copies.
A hundred and forty-seven.
-That sounds low. -I told
the truth about our marriage,
unlike his novels.
But Elliott is
still a better writer than I am.
-Life isn't fair. -Not usually, no.
So, if you weren't romantically involved
with Barney Corman, why was he faxing you regularly?
He liked to send me his reviews of Elliott's books.
He couldn't publish them because he'd recused himself,
they made a big deal about growing up together,
but he knew I'd get a kick out of them.
Because they were insightful?
Because they were vicious.
(chuckles)
Did you, by chance, keep any?
CONNOR: These are extremely
uncharitable.
Is that how you spell "puerile?"
Hm, I guess it is.
Was Elliott Pope aware of these?
I have no way of knowing.
We don't speak.
We don't even scream at each other anymore.
I've never heard of this one.
Troubled Pants.
It's the latest review,
but I've never heard of that book.
Wait, the cover sheet
says "Sneak Peek."
Could it have been a work in progress?
Possibly. People always begged Elliot
to read what he was working on.
He'd let them
when he needed that extra hit of adulation.
Mm.
And you're sure you never showed these to Elliott?
'Cause it seems like that would have given you pleasure.
Yeah, well, I stopped reading Barney's reviews
a few books ago.
I'm a bitter person, but even I have my limits.
I don't know how much more Elliott Pope I can read.
I want to take a shower after every chapter.
He does present a somewhat outdated form of masculinity.
One that's making a comeback.
Grace, welcome.
Hi. (laughs)
Oh, you sweet thing.
I'm sorry I'm late.
I went to early voting.
-Oh. -Smart. -GRACE: People on line
were very excited and nervous.
Looks like it's gonna be a real nail-biter.
What do you think, Elsbeth-- you think Alec Bloom will win?
Ooh, yeah, has he given you any inside info?
We're not here to talk about the election.
We are here for
the Elliott Pope investigation book club,
for which I have made his favorite tuna fish sandwiches.
Oh, I love
book club theme food.
I followed his mother's recipe
in Couch Liar.
How are they?
They're good. Chewy.
CONNOR: I don't know if this is
something I would write about for decades.
To be honest, you can get
a better sandwich at the Massapequa diner
near his childhood home.
I did some research.
But, you know, these are good, too.
ELSBETH: Oh, no, you don't have to finish them.
All right.
Has anyone found anything helpful?
I did. In the childhood section
of Sunday's Playhouse,
a friend of Eddie's Bishop's stays at Eddie's place
when the other boy's parents split up.
Then Eddie gets jealous when his mother
compliments the other boy's penmanship.
Maybe that friend
from school was little Barney Corman.
GRACE: And we definitely
think that Eddie Bishop is a stand-in for Elliott Pope?
Pope. Bishop.
(scoffs) Duh. How'd I miss that?
Are published authors really that petty?
Oh, absolutely.
Yeah, being, uh, published does something to you.
Every time I go into a bookstore,
I have to make sure that they're
"displaying my book" properly.
Well, I guess I'll have to find out more
in my dinner with Elliott Pope on Tuesday.
What? I-Is that wise?
That's one way to avoid Alec on election night.
No, Elsbeth, I have read enough to know that any woman
should keep her distance from that man.
I can take care of myself.
I have met plenty of charming monsters.
And, yeah,
we'll both have the borscht.
Yep.
You didn't have to order for me.
You've never been here before,
so you don't know what you want.
-More schnapps? -Actually,
I've had about enough schnapps
as I can handle.
So, Elsbeth.
Tell me about your hopes and dreams.
Well, before we get to those,
I wanted to show you something.
What do you got in there?
Well, these are photos
taken from events at Barney's Books,
before and after the night he died.
Here was...
a launch party before,
and here was a memorial for Barney after.
You see?
See what?
ELSBETH: In the second photo, the display of your books
is... different.
It's way more prominent.
Now, why would that be?
Well, maybe a fan thought
I wasn't getting the respect I deserve.
Or, more likely, uh,
Barney, uh, was reminded
of how much he revered my work when we appeared together,
and wanted his customers to...
pay more attention.
See, that doesn't square
with the reviews that Barney wrote of your books.
Yeah, well, Barney did not
write reviews of my books,
because of our history.
(laughing): Oh.
He actually did.
He just didn't publish them.
He sent them
to your first wife, Maura.
-He did? -Mm-hmm. She
had them on that, uh, curly fax paper,
but we made nicer copies for the publisher.
-The publisher? -Yes. Fred Harrison
-is helping us get these published. -Oh.
They're so well-written, and by an important critic
with such a close relationship to your work.
And then the proceeds will help shore up Bev
and the bookstore's finances.
Well, that's a win for everybody.
Right.
And to think, if Barney hadn't died,
these might never have come to light.
Well, this is, uh,
very, uh, illuminating.
I mean, I knew he was jealous.
I had no idea
he was so obsessed with me.
Right.
And you wrote a book about him.
Oh, uh, I was wondering if you could help us.
The last one is of a thing
called Troubled Pants.
What was that?
Uh, that doesn't ring a bell.
Are you sure? 'Cause I feel like
-this might be important. -(people exclaiming, cheering)
ALEC: We did it, New York! It's a new day.
Thank you to all who worked so hard
-to make this a reality. -ELLIOTT: Looks like
your pal Alec Bloom
just got elected mayor of New York City.
Everybody who worked on this campaign
showed tenacity
-and courage -Yes.
-and an incredible faith in me. -Looks like he did.
And to those people who aren't in this room tonight,
who played such an important part
and made me a worthy candidate,
you know who you are.
Now let's celebrate!
Uh, maybe
after our chicken Kiev, we could celebrate back at my place.
-Hmm. -Hmm.
No.
Ah. Okay.
(fire alarm beeping)
(siren blaring)
-A fire at Elliott Pope's? -Fire Marshall Jake said
-it was very suspicious. -Did he now?
Now, fortunately, no one was hurt, but here's the thing.
The fire wasn't in the kitchen.
It was in his office, where he writes.
Clearly, my questions at dinner struck a nerve.
He was burning evidence.
Okay. You got me. Do your thing.
(gasps) Can I send things to the lab?
You can send things to the lab.
But, Elsbeth, you have to prove
that Elliott was in the bookstore
the night that Barney Corman died.
ELSBETH: I brought you something.
I'm writing.
But you have to stop for... lunch.
And I saved you a trip to your local sandwich shop.
-You mean you... -A tuna fish sandwich,
exactly like your mother used to make you.
I'm gonna be the judge of that.
You know, I have never, ever found
one even as half... as...
Oh, my God.
Oh, my...
-Oh, how did you... -I didn't make it.
It's from the diner near your childhood home,
which has been owned by the same family for 75 years.
(laughs softly)
Well, what are you implying?
Oh. Oh, nothing.
Just that your mother didn't make those sandwiches
when you came home from school. She just pretended to.
Isn't that funny? (laughs)
Oh. I'm sure she still loved you.
She went to the trouble of lying to you.
To think that all of those books
were written right here.
If you're looking for the lost manuscript,
you're not going to find it. I already looked.
Oh.
Gosh, I hope it didn't get destroyed
in that mysterious fire.
Hey, maybe it's in Barney's storeroom.
Have you ever been there?
I'm afraid of rats.
How do you know about Templeton
if you've never been there?
It's a small community, you know?
And it's a good story.
Yeah, but who told you?
It couldn't be one of those female graduate students
who used to work for you, because you're not allowed
to hire them anymore.
Well, that was one of several misunderstandings.
It makes sense, though.
I've read your books.
You do have a pretty severe women problem.
I beg your pardon.
I don't have a women problem.
I have a problem
with women like you,
you know, liars who will do anything to trap me.
I know you're attracted to me, and I remind you of your father.
-I'm not, and you don't. -And you're disappointed
in every man you ever met, but you
will not tear me down.
I will remain
on the required reading list
and a giant in the canon!
Now, thank you for the sandwich, Elsbeth.
Now get out.
Get out!
How was election night?
It looked exciting on TV.
Well, I was...
I was sorry you weren't there.
You deserved to win, Alec. You ran a great campaign.
Especially at the end.
Because of you.
Thank you, Elsbeth, for inspiring me, for...
pointing me down the... the path of truth.
Forcing you is more like it. (laughs)
Yes, but ever since you did,
I feel so much better about what I'm doing,
my life, everything.
And I want this to continue,
with you by my side.
Oh. Alec.
Before you go any further, I need to say something.
Okay.
I admire you,
what you've done, so much.
And I really do think you can be
a wonderful mayor.
Maybe you'll go even further than that.
Ah, well, one thing at a time.
You're right. Right.
But whatever you do...
...it won't be with me.
Why?
I... I did what you asked.
I can't stop thinking about that night,
at the jungle restaurant,
when I asked, and you said, "Yes,
there was a guy named Pete."
You lied to me, right to my face.
(sighs) I... I wasn't ready.
Okay, but here's the thing.
I couldn't tell.
And that's kind of my thing.
And I understand what it is to be a people pleaser.
(cries softly)
I am one.
And that... that could be really great
for the people of New York, but it won't work for me.
Elsbeth, uh,
politics is a... a tricky business, and...
Yes, I know. (chuckles)
Uh, been there, done that.
And maybe I'm being childish.
Maybe I'm expecting too much from a man,
from anyone,
but this is who I am.
What about... second chances?
Oh, Alec.
You got one.
Just not with me.
Come on, Gonzo. Poop already.
Don't push her.
She needs to do it her way.
What is it with you men?
(Teddy laughs)
You did the right thing, Mom. Really.
I don't know.
Maybe now that you're not dating the mayor-elect,
my editor will let me write about politics again.
-Well, that's good. -Mm-hmm.
-Oh, I hope I didn't make a mistake. -Uh-uh.
Elliott Pope says I find all men disappointing.
That's just a sign of intelligence.
-(laughs loudly) -(laughs)
Gonzo, you're lucky you're spayed.
-Mm-hmm. -(laughs)
-(gasps) -Oh, there we go. We got a pooper.
Yes, I have the poop bag.
Ah. (clears throat)
Ugh. These things are always so hard to...
So, I'll introduce you, you'll read a chapter,
and then the interview.
I know the drill.
Gosh. Boy,
for a reclusive author, you sure do agree
to a lot of interviews.
I'm nominated for a National Book Award.
-Oh. That's very impressive. -(laughing): Oh.
But, unfortunately, there will be
no hit of adulation tonight.
And why is that?
Because you murdered Barney Corman.
-Well, that's ridiculous. -ELSBETH: You know, this case--
it got me back to reading more.
After I finished all of your books,
I moved on to Howards End, the book
that Barney was clutching before he was crushed.
Oh, Forster writes female characters so well.
Oh, it's like he thinks of them
as fully-dimensional human beings.
ELSBETH: I was also struck
by the death of Leonard Bast at the end,
you know, when Charles Wilcox
hits him with a sword,
and then a bookcase falls on him.
Sort of like an avalanche?
CONNOR: "Bast" is a fiber used to make rope.
The character in Snow Falls Down is Marty Roper.
These stupid word games-- they don't prove a thing.
Okay, you're right. You're right.
We needed real proof
that you killed Barney in the storeroom that night.
Proof like your DNA
on that copy of Howards End,
the copy that Barney took from his safe deposit box
the day he died.
-And sure enough, we found it. -ELLIOTT: And how?
I mean, you don't have my DNA.
You have
an interesting habit of...
licking your thumb
every time you turn a page.
You probably don't even notice that you're doing it.
But you did it when you signed my copy of
Snow Falls Down,
and you did it
when you thumbed through Barney's precious edition
of Howards End just before you killed him.
In fact, we found your saliva on the pages
where Leonard Bast dies under a bookcase.
(chuckles)
Boy...
you're not very good at making things up,
-are you? -CONNOR: Elliott Pope,
you are under arrest for the murder of Barney Corman.
My lies have won me a shelf full of prizes.
What have yours gotten you? Hmm?
WAGNER: I have to hand it to you.
Not only did you solve a murder,
but you found an excellent source for tuna fish sandwiches.
Right? No wonder he thought his mother was magic.
I wonder if this was the kind of sandwich that
Pete from the MTA gave the Young Alec Bloom.
There was no Pete.
Or maybe there was.
Are we still on this?
Marissa. Pull up a sandwich.
I can't stay. I have news.
Alec picked someone else to be commissioner.
What? How can that be?
Who got the job?
Captain Cyrus Tully.
-Oh. (laughs) -That's ridiculous.
That man is an unhinged bully.
Alec feels he needs someone who projects toughness
because people think he doesn't.
Wait. Marissa, does this have anything to do
with what happened between Alec and me?
These things are never that simple.
-I'm sorry. -It's okay.
Police commissioner is a pretty thankless job.
I just wanted to be considered, and I was.
This new mayor won't be in there forever, will he?
No. Just for the time being.
And it is nice to have a friend at Gracie Mansion.
Is Alec still a friend?
We'll see.
But you will have at least one friend there.
See you around.
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