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Uh, this is Esther from the Rusty Egret. I thought we were confirmed you'd be here by noon, and it's almost 3:00. I'll try your cell again.

Wait. The Suit actually gave you access to his house?

Yes, Moz.

Unwise. We should teach him a lesson. I'm thinking micro cam in a lampshade. He'll find it, of course, but that's the point.

We're picking up Satchmo and we're leaving, all right?

Fine. I don't see why you'd want to pass up a prime opportunity such as this, but whatever. Whoa! Seriously? Boxed wine? We got to get out of here.

You mind picking up Satchmo's water bowl? It's over by the desk. And no snooping.

Uh-huh. Whoa, the Suit left Ellen's IRS forms out here for anyone to see.

Hey. No. I said no.

They're from when WITSEC moved her to New York.

Well, any insight into her life from that time could help us isolate where she hid the evidence.

It's a long shot.

So is blindly searching a 2-million-square-foot building.

blindly ‚â‚Ý‚­‚ŕ‚É

Excellent point. Here. Allow me. Okay. You know, it's not too late to hide that micro cam --

Not gonna happen.

Okay. Next. Next.

Jesus, baby, what took you so long?

Well, I acquired us a new vehicle and I finished up recon for our third act.

And you went to Gristedes?

Yeah. Well, we got a big day tomorrow. Can't do it on an empty stomach.

You are too good, baby.

You have to admit -- they are kind of sweet together.

I hope that's the Stockholm syndrome talking.

Burkes of Cobble Hill, keep up the good behavior, there might be some of my famous chow-hall casserole in it for you. Huh? You sure they didn't give you trouble?

Sure.

Hey, hon.

I see it. The second they realize they've kidnapped a federal agent, all bets are off.

You packed your gun. Do you think you can get to it?

Not without help. We're gonna have to do this together.

There is still a chance that we can get the atomizer back before the event tomorrow, right?

Yeah, we're on it.

Okay.

You okay?

Ballistics is still on scene, but we got a hit on Osbourne's sidekick.

sidekick ’‡ŠÔ

I had Hudson Correctional pull his correspondence and visitor logs.

So we've got a name.

Yeah, Penny Chase. Clean record. She works as a copy editor for a book publisher specializing in paperback romance novels.

What is her connection to Osbourne?

Prison pen pals turned soul mates. Copies of the prison letters right here.

They met while he was in prison?

And it wasn't by chance. Penny was a longtime subscriber to Mugshot Monthly. Apparently, she liked Osbourne's mug and wrote him. Their relationship took off from there.

This is not a real magazine.

Oh, yeah. Women who fall for inmates -- it's a thing. They're called prison bunnies.

Oh, God. The weird gets weirder.

Says the only woman in the room who's actually dated an inmate.

Hey. It is not the same. Neal. Wait. Are you familiar with this phenomenon?

During my prison stay, I may have had a few admirers.

More like a few hundred. But didn't you respond with a form letter?

Only after the carpal tunnel.

Oh.

I let them down easy.

Right. Let's get back to the case, huh?

I skimmed a few of their letters. You know, it's like they think they're characters in some great love story or something. Take a look at this. Osbourne promises to make her an honest woman after his release. I mean, it's possible he lured her into this.

skim ‚´‚Á‚Ć“Ç‚Ţ

Well, he made her an honest woman by getting her a ring. He kept his promise. If he made her any other promises, it might lead us to their next target.

Are these all the letters? There's about 700.

Ooh. All right. Let's get started.

Oh, no, no. D-don't add the onions raw like that. You should saute them. They're much sweeter that way.

Fine. What do I do?

Well, y-you get a saute pan, and you heat up some butter. The silver one. Oh, that's... way too much butter.

You want to come in here and do this?

Well, I do sort of run a catering company.

May I do that?

I don't think so.

You do have a gun. It's the proper knife.

Damn, Lizzy Burke, you got some skill.

You know, Harriet van Horne said it best. Cooking is like love. You either approach it with abandon or not at all.

with abandon Žv‚˘Ř‚Á‚Ä

Love and abandon. Kind of dig that.

I thought you might.

The first time I made this for Penny, she said I cooked better than her own mother. She was lying through her teeth. But it was really cute.

So, where were you gonna take her?

To a bed-and-breakfast in the green mountains. Nothing but nature, my beautiful wife, and a couple of good crime novels. Would have been amazing.

No, seriously, like... where were you gonna take her?

You've kidnapped me. You don't get to judge me.

Come on, don't you think that sounds boring as hell?

No, I think it sounds relaxing as hell.

Different strokes, I guess. I mean, the part about the book sounds okay. I like romance novels. But true crime is good, too.

Most of them don't have happy endings.

No, but the romance books do. That's why I like reading them.

So, that's how I got the idea to start the...Ooh.

You okay?

Yeah, I think I just got some garlic powder in my eye.

You want to wash it out or something?

Um...actually, uh, I think I have some eye drops in my bag.

Hey, Pen, you help Lizzy out with her bag?

Yeah.

Thanks. Should be right on top in the toiletry bag. Perfect.

Oh, this is beautiful!

It's a classic Von Furstenberg. You should try it on.

Really?

There's some shoes in there, too. Oh. I wasn't sure how to pack.

Peter, hey, uh, three things -- nobody's dead, Satchmo's fine, and I changed your alarm code, which I'll gladly give back to you in exchange for some maple syrup. Tell Elizabeth I say hi.

How are the Burkes?

Maintaining radio silence, as promised. I'm just calling to let them know it's all quiet on the Satchmo front. You find something?

Yeah, too bad Peter's not here. He'd love this. Last August, Oz promised Penny to treat her like a queen.

The Marie Antoinette perfume bottle. We were right. He's stealing to fulfill a promise.

Right, and I might think it was adorable if they didn't snatch my perfume. Bastards.

Okay... What are you not telling me? It's me.

I'm up for a new job, Neal. Running the London branch of Sterling Bosch.

Wow. That's...

My chances were excellent.

But if -- if you lose the perfume bottle...

I lose all of it. I probably should have said something sooner.

No, no. I mean, why -- why would you? We're just, you know --

Amis-amants.

Right.

Well, it's not like I'm running away to an island or something.

Well, technically, Britain is an island.

Wow.

You think Oz will like it?

I do.

It's just, you know, with everything that he's been through, I-I just want to make him happy.

You really believe the system failed him.

I know it did. After Oz told me his story, I looked into it. Turns out it's not the first time this cop lied. He has a history of dishing out trumped-up charges.

Did you show this to the D.A.?

Yeah, his public defender wouldn't listen. I mean, he said we didn't stand a chance.

Really? This looks damning to me.

damning ˆŤŽ–‚đŘ–ž‚ˇ‚é

I told you. He got a bum rap.

bum rap ™lß

Soup's on, baby!

Coming!

Hope you're hungry. If you don't eat, I'll be offended.

So, what do you think?

Whoa. Mm-mm-mm.

What?

I was just wondering how I got so lucky.

Oh. We should probably untie his hands.

Hands only. And just for dinner. All right?

Thank you.

Is that a Jayer Echezeaux?

Is that how you say it? All I know is -- a case costs 12 grand. Don't worry. We didn't pay for it.

Now, I'll go out on a limb and say Penny's ring wasn't a hand-me-down from grandma?

go out on a limb ŠëŒŻ‚đ–`‚ˇ

It was Marilyn Monroe's. I love Marilyn.

You know, it's funny. I spent two years behind bars just pissed off that life screwed me over. And then I met Penny, and she made me realize that you only get one life. And you better live it.

And this crime spree is what you call living?

spree ‚Ó‚Ż‚é‚ą‚Ć

Three years of my life has to be worth something.

The world owes us that.

What happens when the world catches up to you?

We won't let it.

So, Peter, uh, Elizabeth tells me that you are a professor at Columbia. What do you teach?

Journalism.

Now, I'm guessing, by the age difference, that, uh, Lizzy here was your student. A little "hot for teacher" action, huh, Liz? Am I right?

Guilty as charged.

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