Elsbeth

This better be important.

Some of your little cop buddies

have been sniffing around again, Sergeant.

And now I'm hearing that the Department of Labor is planning

to launch an investigation into my factories?

Are you going back on our deal?

Just relax.

As long as the money keeps coming,

nothing moves up the ladder past me.

What was that?

Were you followed?

No.

I made sure of it.

Drop the gun, Sergeant.

: Detective Watts.

Father.

You two shouldn't have come here.

Adam.

All this time?

You were our friend. We trusted you.

Don't make me ask you again, Hooks.

Drop the gun.

Ah...

You know I can't do that.

Get down!

Forgive me, Father, for I am about to sin.

Rick. I've been hit.

Felicity!

Hey, hey.

Hey, stay with me.

You're all right.

Hey.

I need you here. Please.

I'm so sorry, I...

I...

Line? Wh-what's my line?

Cut! Okay, that's it.

We're moving on.

We'll get the rest in ADR.

We're moving on, folks.

But Hess...

I just can't do it anymore, Cal.

I really, I-I just can't.

I'm a classically trained actress, for God's sake.

I might as well be working with a chimp here.

No, at least a monkey

would show a modicum of professionalism.

Are you even listening to me?

Are you done? I could go on,

but in the interest of time, I won't.

So, I wanted you to hear this from me.

The network wants a big finish for the season finale.

They want it splashy, they want to bring in viewers.

Well, what's splashier than Felicity's life

hanging in the balance?

No. Cal. No.

No!

We agreed.

It's time.

It's what the fans want.

Screw the fans. What do they know?

Cal, please.

Rehearsals start in London in a week.

This is my chance to be seen as a legitimate actress.

You promised me this.

You can't.

Oh, I can't?

I can't?

You're gonna tell me what I can't do?

Look around, kid.

All of this,

this whole world, comes from me.

What you have, what you are comes from me.

I can snap my fingers and take it back.

There's no promises in this industry, Regina.

There's only contracts.

Your contract says that your ass belongs to me.

That means what I say goes.

You got it?

End of discussion!

What? Sorry.

Uh, you have a Props meeting in five.

They need approval on the severed hand for the park scene.

Also, Legal called.

We are allowed to kill someone using a blender

as long as there are no name brands.

And another one of these landed on my desk.

Could be worse.

You could have these lunatics telling you what to do.

Reggie, would you trust me?

Will you trust that I know what's best for you?

You'll have new pages tomorrow after lunch.

That's lunch.

Regina?

Regina, Cal has a script change for you.

Uh, scene 10.

He wants you to say "cadaver" instead of "corpse."

Oh. Yeah, that's all.

Tiny change.

Uh, also the ice cream truck you wanted is here.

It's parked at the gate.

Tell the crew to help themselves.

Make sure there's a sign: "Thanks for a great season.

All my love, Regina." Or whatever.

Big font. Glossy finish.

Anything else before I lock myself away and study my lines?

One last thing.

Uh, Cal says you'll have the new ending this afternoon.

He's hard at work as we speak.

I'm sure he is.

Yes.

Let's go, I haven't got all day.

Let's get this show on the road, please.

Oh, man.

It's wonderful that you took the initiative to bring handcuffs.

I love...

Hey.

Wait. (cries out)

Now it's the end...

...of discussion.

Hi. I'm so sorry.

I'm a little turned around.

I'm looking for Detective Fleming.

Do you know where I can...

Oh, you're talking to me.

I'm not a cop, I'm just a background actor.

Oh. (laughs)

Wow, you could've fooled me.

And I'm not easy to fool.

Um, can you point me

to Calvin Reed's office?

First building on the right, ma'am, third floor.

Thank you.

Looks like the killer bashed in the shoe

with a FanFave Award

for Best Theme Song. Mm.

Poor schmuck. He was found like this

by his assistant after a massage.

Are we thinking it was the masseuse?

Eh.

Security at the front gate said the masseuse was a no-show.

Oh, wait, I know this show.

It's the one about the dad

who helps his cop daughter solve murders.

Nope, that's Papa Cop.

Father Crime is about the priest who solves murders.

I'll be honest, I didn't know it was still on the air.

These shows have been ripping off real murders

solved by real cops for years.

Who wants to watch someone who isn't a cop solve crimes?

Yeah, they're not for me, either.

Little dark for my taste.

All that murder before bed

gives me tummy ache.

Hmm.

What's "Wavey"?

Oh. It's the, uh,

couple name for the two leads of the show.

Father Rick Garvey, Detective Felicity Watts.

It's like Brangelina.

Or Bennifer. Or spork.

They've been doing this

"will they, won't they" thing for, like, 20 years.

It got old fast. Do you think

it was left by the killer?

A disgruntled fan?

It certainly looks that way,

doesn't it? Detective?

Excuse me.

Huh. Get this.

We got in touch with the masseuse.

No pun intended.

She got a call this morning

to cancel the appointment.

From Cal's assistant.

Someone definitely called from my phone,

but it wasn't me.

Really. The masseuse said

the caller had a "weird accent."

How are you at accents?

: Not great, babes?

: And I wasn't here all morning.

I was running around dealing with this

last-minute ice cream truck that our lead Regina

booked for the crew. And...

other people can confirm

you were at this ice cream truck? Yes.

Uh, everyone was either there or eating lunch in holding.

Except for Jack and Regina.

He has a personal chef, and she religiously runs lines

in her dressing room during lunch.

Plus, she would never eat ice cream during a shoot day.

Dairy makes her bloat like crazy.

Oh. Something you'd like

to share with the class, Ms. Tascioni?

Yeah, I don't see "massage" on Cal's schedule.

It says "Network Notes Call" at the appointment time.