Only Murders in the Building

I met Nicky, this sensitive kid,

worked at his family's dry cleaners and wrote poetry on the side,

compared everything to a summer's day.

A meat cleaver to the chest.

Nicky had Arconia stationery in his mouth?

Lester didn't feel good about the job,

but he was hoping to save enough for our big dream,

a place in the Arconia.

It's the last thing he ever said.

"It's beautiful."

If my wife didn't want me to fuck her family legacy,

she shouldn't have fucked someone else.

-How did you find out? -I saw her, I saw them.

12:15. Escrow's closed.

The Arconia is gone.

You wanna make the world a better place?

Stop making it worse.

I bet you this is probably how they smuggled Nicky's body out of here.

Holy shit, this leads out to Caccimelio's dry cleaners.

The police found it on him. It's one of his bird whistles.

I couldn't let that mobster take down my building,

I've been looking the other way too long.

I need you to take the wedding shrimp to Mr. Putnam.

He'll know what to do.

So, if Lester killed Nicky, who killed Lester?

I don't know. I took the shrimp to your place,

and when I came back, he was dead.

I saw the crank, and I panicked.

Mabel, you're in more danger than you think with that finger.

You have no idea what they paid to get that.

-Paid who? -I've seen that scuff mark.

We think it was left by whoever stole the finger.

Their song, it swells.

A chorus in the heat.

Your laughter ripe as summer's fruit.

One bite, I feel complete.

The warm air carries a command:

"Disrobe."

And we obey.

Maronna mia.

You're so damn hot.

You're like a summer's day.

Nicky, just wait till we go to Positano.

Whatever you want, you're gonna have.

This is just to remind us of our beautiful future.

There's no greater mystery than love...

...and no greater risk.

When it pays out, it makes you rich beyond compare.

-Sixty-nine, alright! -Yes!

-Seventy! -Sixty-eight.

-Seventy-one. -Sixty-nine.

But when it doesn't,

when your bet fails and you lose it all,

-will you fold? -

- - Or will you double down?

Hey. Hey. Hey. What the fuck do you mean, it's over?

I mean literally that.

-I'm done. -What happened?

- Nothing. -What, nothing? You--

Somethin' must have happened, 'cause-- 'cause all I know

is that I-- I put a roof over your head, and-- and had food on your table,

and that I fucking love you.

You loved me. Now, you're just used to me.

You're used to me waiting around.

- -Hey, no. Hey, baby, no. Listen, come on.

Hey, look it, I'm sorry, okay? You're right, you're right, okay?

Look, I-- We had so many plans,

and-- and maybe I got lost along the way, huh?

But I can do better.

Is there someone else?

No, it-- it doesn't matter.

This is about us.

Who is it?

Nobody.

And this is really rich coming from you,

the guy who stuck it all over town?

Listen to me. I'm gonna find out who it is.

And when I find him, he's dead.

Ask Nonna why she stole our finger.

Oh, and explain that our doorman gave it to us right before he died.

Also, that we think he wanted us to have it

to help ID his killer.

Right, right, right.

I speak English, too, you know.

Oh, thank God.

I really didn't wanna disappoint that Duolingo owl.

-Where's Sofia? -Yeah, M-Mom's been gone for a few days.

-Nonna's been taking care of us. -Yeah, she's been taking care of us.

Boys. Boys, give us a moment alone.

-What? No, no, no, it's not safe. -Nonna, we're your protection.

Hey, Vinny.

Maybe you can show me your starching machine.

What?

I always get it wrong.

That's hard to believe. That shirt looks amazing on you.

- Oh. - Oh, wow.

What?

Uh, yeah, come with us, we got a-- a machine.

- -

Aww.

My daughter recognized that finger

from the moment you spilled it out on my dining room table.

Well, whose finger was it?

We think that might be our killer.

All I know is that she knew that finger.

Oh!

Like, it belonged to someone she was sleeping with?

Oh, she knew that finger!

Oh, yeah.

I don't get it.

Lester gave us the finger of Sofia's paramour?

And assumed that'd be enough to go on?

Why didn't he just text us the killer's name?

Because then, there'd be no season.

Oh, hey, you guys are still here.

Well, uh, most folks have moved out,

but it's good you're getting one last look at the place

before it's all gone.

What do you mean, "all gone"?

After today's press conference

to announce the casino, they're demolishing the building.

- - Turns out, it's actually cheaper

to just rip it all down and start from scratch.

Sayonara, Arconia.

"Sayonara, Arconia"?

I can't believe that Camila is demolishing our building.

Years of memories and history, just gone.

Well, we still have a few hours before the press conference.

One last murder board?

No, no, excuse me, we're using that, thanks.

Are you, though?

'Cause it feel like it's all questions and no answers.

You know, I had three singles in my pocket,

but now, keeping them.

Okay, here's what we know.

That finger belonged to someone in the room that night.

The only people that were there that night besides Lester and Nicky

were the billionaires, and the finger doesn't belong to any of them.

We've been down that road before.

Unless...

what if it did belong to one of them?

Remember how I said I did magic as a kid?

Here we go.

Uh, I did this trick that employed fake fingers.

And who's to say one of these billionaires

with all their access,

couldn't help themselves to a fake digit or two?

And what about Camila?

What's with her grandmother's gloves?

She could be hiding something.

Same with Bash.

Uh, he-- he's got that Oura Ring on his pointer.

Could be covering a stitch of some tech-developed fake finger.

And Jay actually is missing a finger.

We just counted him out because it pointed the other way,

but maybe there's an exception to that rule?

So... if the finger

could have belonged to any of them,

the big question becomes, which of them was sleeping with Sofia?

Uh, I think as her ex-lover,

this is a "me" question.

Ugh. Charles, what did we say about the word "lover"?

That I'm never to use it regarding myself.

Thank you.

Who can we see with Sofia?

Jay. He's a young buck.

But I can also see Bash.

He's surprisingly firm for someone 95-ish.

Or maybe it's Camila. Little girl-on-girl action?

- -Careful.

Excuse me. This is garbage, right?

I'll have you know that that play made history

as the only show to receive a formal complaint

from the state of New Jersey.

Mm-mm.

But then again...

maybe that's the key to our plan.

Oliver, putting on one of your plays can't always be the solution.

No, no, no, no, I'm talking about how the show

got produced to begin with.

By leaning on friends...

from the old country.

Are we early?

The note said 12:30.

You're right on time!

Uh, shouldn't you be moved out by now?

We don't follow no rules, we break 'em, and kneecaps.

We just wanna ask some questions and--

- - And we will not stop

till we get some answers.

- I can't do this. -No shit.

- What's happening here? - We got a note

saying the casino bid was still in play.

I got it too, and it couldn't be farther from the truth.

That was from us. Yeah!

What are they doing?

Mm.

Some improv game about the mob.

It's a-no game, a-you!

It's a-very real.