Is that me?
Did I stab someone?
The person on the train, was it Glitter Guy?
He took my bag. Is this his?
I need to get to Coney Island now.
We got back the DNA tests we took for Henry's school project.
Am I nervous that my son isn't my son? Not at all.
You know, I really came here because I'm worried about you.
You don't have to worry about me. I do.
There is some real shit going on in this building, Charles.
I need information on who that guy is.
Something to jog my memory.
When I found that Glitter Guy,
he had this on him.
Hey. Where are you?
Lucy! Where are you?
I'm at your place. Listen, you need--
I came to see you.
Lucy! Oh, I know this.
We've got a blackout, people.
New York does crime fast and furious.
Every day brings a new sensational headline.
"Heiress Found Murdered in Own Doll Collection."
"Man Mauled by Ex-wife's Pet Leopard in Bronx Apartment."
After a while, they can all start to blend together.
But sometimes,
a killer stands out,
makes his mark in history.
Five entire episodes of vamping.
At this rate, the cops are gonna solve it before they do.
I wish you people would take my Sixth Avenue Slasher theory seriously.
Marv, we gave you an entire episode of the fancast
to make your serial killer-kills-Bunny case.
It didn't take. No one buys it. Move on.
He's real.
And he's out there. Look,
I don't know if I'm totally ready
to just cut and run from Only Murders, but I have been playing the field.
Have you heard episode one of that political embezzlement podcast?
Take the Money and Run. I didn't hate it.
It has potential, if it can get a body count going.
Embezzlement?
How can you talk about switching allegiance
when our guys are still in the middle of season two?
Face it, Marv. They're overboard and treading water.
If we cling to them too hard,
they might just drag us down with them.
Hey! Hi!
Look at them. Huh?
You guys might be fair-weather fans,
but I am OMITB... for life.
What's gotten into him lately?
When he looked at that fork, I was scared for my life.
The Sixth Avenue Slasher earned a place
in the headlines of the early aughts.
He killed for years, always picking victims
who lived on Sixth Avenue.
Or near Sixth Avenue.
And a few times Seventh or Eighth.
Or Broadway or Amsterdam.
Honestly, the whole Big Apple was his hunting ground.
No one on any street was safe.
Except people on Third. They seemed to be fine.
And he was never caught.
Lucy! Where are you? For all we know,
he's back at it again.
We have a blackout, people.
We need to get to Lucy. She's at my place all alone.
If the killer is after her... Wait.
Lucy?
Your semi-stepdaughter?
Not now, Marv. We're in crisis mode.
Is the whole city blacked out?
The eastern grid probably went down.
Maybe they just blew a fuse in the kitchen.
I had a complicated order.
Message from ConEd.
Whole tristate area is out!
See? I do know what I'm talking about sometimes.
I don't have service. Does anyone have service?
I have service. I just got an email.
Oh my god. It's my DNA results.
Click here to get the answer you've been waiting for all your life.
I'm clicking. I'm clicking. It won't load. Fucking hell!
Cell towers will be jammed.
Everyone trying to connect with everyone else all at once.
I hate blackouts.
There's a thin line between civilization and chaos,
and that line is electricity.
We have to get to the Arconia to find Lucy
before anyone else does. Can I...
walk you guys through my Sixth Avenue Slasher theory?
I know you're stuck right now and-- No time, Marv.
Yeah, and we're not stuck, okay?
As you can see, we're on fire. Mr. Putnam, wait!
The fridge is out. These dips, they're just going to go bad.
No charge, please. You'd be doing us a favor.
Oliver, let's go.
Can I have a doggy bag?
Perhaps a Hefty bag?
The Sixth Avenue Slasher's MO was simple.
Choose older women.
But younger women could be targets, too.
Also, men of all ages.
It really depended on the day.
He scared the city senseless,
and he was never caught.
The only silver lining to having a serial killer on the loose
is the way it can unite a divided city.
Everyone huddling in their apartments at the same time,
terrorized by the same psychopath.
There's nothing like a crisis to bring New Yorkers together.
Front door. We're aware of the blackout. How can I help you?
The elevator's out?
Exactly how am I supposed to get these groceries up to my apartment?
Stairs are that way, Frank.
I live on eight.
When I lived in the Braxton, they had a generator.
Hey, hey, hey! Everyone, shut it!
You know how this works.
It'll be over in five minutes. Or five days.
So, settle down
and start sipping.
It's medicinal, nutritional...
and lightly alcoholic.
First one's free. After that,
cash only.
Front door.
We're aware of the blackout. How can I help you?
Lester, it's Nina. Did a package come for me?
Yes, Ms. Lin. I-I'm looking at it right now.
Can you bring it up to me, please?
Oh, but the elevator's out.
And?
And you're on 14.
You know, they're asking me to cut back on building expenses.
The old guy who holds a door open
that opens automatically would seem like a good place to start.
A drone could get me that package in five minutes without complaining.
Be right up in a...
few more than five minutes.
See? Mob rule already.
We're about 15 minutes away from heads on spikes and cannibalism.
I'll protect you.
Where are you going? The elevators are this way.
No electricity, no elevators, baby.
Oh, no. Absolutely not! Hey!
Let's get climbing.
There he is. There he is. Don't look, don't look, don't look.
He's the one with the Barney Greengrass tote.
Oh, yeah. Yeah, I've seen him around. Handsome.
Oh, isn't he something?
The power may be out, but there are sparks flying
off of that one. So ask him out.
What are you talking about?
He's subletting on your floor.
Go knock on his door, stand tall,
feet shoulder-width apart
to communicate confidence, and ask him out.
You are familiar with the concept of a league, right?
And being out of one?
Go ask him to borrow some batteries, so he can light your lantern.
Okay, vulgar.
What's the worst that can happen?
I could weep. I could vomit. I could burst into flames.
You could also die tomorrow, having never gone on a date.
If you never take a risk, Howard, your life...
will stay exactly as it is forever.
I don't mind my life.
I have my apartment. I have Yodelshop.
I am the Assistant Director of Collection Development
at the Central Manhattan Public Library.
And I have Sevelyn.
There may be more to life than cats.
I won't tell her you said that.
Thank you, Doctor.
Okay, I can't go on. We're only on four.
What am I climbing towards anyway?
As soon as the lights come on, my test results come in,
and my identity implodes.
No longer am I "Will's Loving Dad." I'm...
"Dip Lover Cuckolded by King of Dips."
We're not climbing toward your identity crisis.
We're climbing towards Lucy. She needs us.
All of us. Also, it's my knees.
I-I just had them done.
These are delicate models.
They're Alfa Romeos, not ATVs.
I-I can't handle this kind of off-roading.
I got these babies in '06, and look. They're still kickin'.
Oh really? Who did yours?
Dr. Arslanian, 85th and Lex.
Get outta here! Arslanian did mine!
Best knee guy in Manhattan, right?
Oh, hands down!
His receptionist, on the other hand, I did not care for.
Don't get me started on Cheryl.
Hello? Killer at large?
Child in peril? Sorry, you're right.
Seriously, guys, I-I don't think I can make it. You go on without me.
If you dropped that 50-pound bag of ballast, it would be easier.
I can't abandon them!
Hips before dips, Oliver.
Knees before cheese.
Stay alive! No matter what occurs,
I will find you,
no matter how long it takes.
I will find you. Putnam!
Oh. Yeah. On my way.
Ah...
Listen to me.
I couldn't heat this up the way you wanted, but still.
Num-num?
Num-num.
Sevelyn Marie Morris.
Num-num.
: Hey! Do you have any double D's I can borrow?
: Hey, you have any double D's I can borrow?
Oh! Oh my god!
I'm so sorry. I didn't realize you were out there.
I was just coming to see if you had any batteries I could borrow.
That's amazing because I was just gonna come and ask if you had any batteries
I could borrow. That's so funny!
Well,
thanks. Guess I'll ask 3C.
Wait, no! Come in. I have tons of batteries.
If you have tons of batteries, why were you coming to ask if I had any batteries?
I mean, I have tons of candles.
Can I interest you in a votive or a...
a dripless taper?
Hm.
I brought your... and your... Shh!
: Just got her down. Oh, the baby swing.
Please, God, let this help her sleep.
Ms. Lin...
You think I could... sit?
Just a couple minutes.
It was a lot of stairs.
Fine.
Charles?
Is that you?
Charles...
Charles?
Oh God...
Oh God, oh God. Oh God.
Okay, please! I die here!
J-just give me a cyanide pill
and something fizzy to wash it down with.
It's two more flights.
Fine, b-but I'll need to be dragged.
Ugh... Come on, puppy.
Oh, Mama! Ah! Okay.
Lucy?
Did someone break in? Oh my god.
In here.
Glitter Guy. She's running from him.
We have to go in after her.
I hope this is not weird of me to ask,
but is that you I hear sometimes singing down the hall?
Maybe you hear me practicing with my Yodelshop quartet?
Do you know Yodelshop? Mn-mm.
Classic barbershop harmonies
punctuated by the ancient Alpine art of distance yodeling?
I've never heard of it. But, you have a beautiful voice.
No. I'm just an amateur.
It's really a "don't quit your day job" kind of thing.
Mm, see, that expression gets me every time.
My day job is singing. I'm a chorus boy.
Like on Broadway? Mm-hmm.
I'm a hyena in The Lion King.
Well, right now. I'm lucky,
but it's an exhausting life.
You can't imagine how much I want to quit sometimes.
Wait, what could a Broadway star possibly wish they did instead?
Mm... Alright, don't laugh.
But I've always wanted to be a children's librarian.
I'm a librarian.
Shut up.
That's our slogan.
Oh...
You didn't have to do that.
I think your baby girl might feel differently.
It's nice to be of use.
Just an old guy who holds a door that opens automatically.
I didn't mean to--
It's okay.
I'm proud of my job.
I enjoy helping people.
What's all this?
Paperwork for the construction we're going to do.
Oh.
What's the plan?
I know Bunny was saying the stonework out front
could use some TLC. Oh!
There's a spot in the lobby that dips-- Lester.
Right. I'm talkative. That's the doorman in me.
Got my wife that way though.
She hates awkward silences.
Says with me, she never has any.
Your wife is... Lorraine?
Yeah. How'd you know that?
Bunny used to quiz me on all the people of the building.
She was the best.
Always remembered the kids' birthdays, too.
May and Frank.
One's at SUNY Stony Brook,
and the other's doing improv.
And if I remember correctly, you think they're really bad at it.
No! Bunny got that wrong.
Lester, have you heard anything about who they think killed her?
No.
But I must have let them in.
That's what I think about.
They must have walked right past me.
I just hope it's not some psycho
who's got a thing against board presidents.
Lucy? Lucy.
Okay, I can't see a thing. Shh!
Sorry. Sorry.
It's a wall.
I'm standing in front of a wall.
I don't remember there being a wall here.
Didn't we come from here? Or was it back there?
What floor are we even on?
I have no idea.
Maybe we should just go back.
We can't go back.
Well, I, for one, have to sit down for a minute.
I haven't had this much exercise in one day since I directed
one of Suzanne Somers' ThighMaster infomercials.
Oh, please tell us. Ugh. God...
She liked everyone around her to use them
when she was getting touched up.
Lost in our own building.
I've been chasing a ghost all over town,
and I'm no closer to knowing who he is.
Maybe Marv is right. We are stuck.
Was that Sound of Silence I heard you singing yesterday?
It's the finale of our upcoming
Simon and Garfyodel concert.
Can I hear a couple bars?
No, no, no, no, no. I never sing alone.
That's why I founded a quartet. Okay.
We'll duet!
I'll do Simon, you do Garfyodel.
Shh! There's a killer!
Sorry. It's just one of the great breaks in folk rock history.
It's hard not to sing along.
Your baby stopped crying.
Ah-choo!
Do you, by any chance, have a pet?
Uh, yes. I have a cat.
Oh, dear.
I'm lethally allergic to cats... Ah-choo!
Ah-choo!
Guys? Lucy!
Are you alright?
Hey! Oh good.
I think I need to go.
Thank you.
For a great... blackout.
You, too. I had fun.
They were right behind me.
I-I think it was the person I saw in here the night Bunny died.
The night... Excuse me?
The night of Mom's wedding.
I was here that night.
Excuse me?! See,
I knew that you would get mad.
But...
I saw... someone.
Wait, you saw the killer? That's why he's after you.
Do you remember what his face looked like?
No. No, they were wearing a mask
a-and some sort of, like, jumpsuit.
Did you hear their voice?
No. Anything memorable? Like a weird gait.
Lucy, did he walk funny? No.
They just... looked at me
and sneezed, and then they ran off.
Sneezed?
Lucy, think hard. Was it a...
"ah... choo!" Or a, "Ah! Choo"?
Uh... the second one?
Ah. Why? What does that mean?
No idea. Okay.
You and I need a new system for hanging out.
It can't happen like this anymore.
Yeah, I-I'm good with that.
Guys, we need to get somewhere safe.
Okay. I never thought I'd say this during a blackout,
but we need to go someplace where other people are.
Ah! Go! Go!
This way! Come on!
Ow! Ow, ow! Ow...
Ah! Ow!
Ah!
Is there nothing dips can't do?
Marv?
What the fuck?
I should be going.
Is that the, uh...
Wow. That's more than
a bit of stonework, huh?
I'm headed downstairs. Need me to mail those papers?
I'm not a robot, but I can still be helpful.
You know what? Maybe I should double-check. In the light.
About that talk of automation...
We may need to consider what we'd lose
without the human touch at the door.
Maybe some jobs could shift? Instead of getting cut?
How does Director of Resident Support sound?
Yeah.
Hi. Hi!
So, hypothetically,
if I sent my cat to live with Agnes from the library for a while
and got an air purifier and vacuumed my entire apartment
and lint rolled all of my sweaters twice like I did to this one--
It's very nice. Oh, thank you. It's new.
If I did all of those things...
would you consider going on a date with me?
In the light?
Nothing would make me happier.
How about right now?
And please...
: Don't get rid of your cat.
Marv killed Bunny?
I did not do that. No.
Then explain yourself, Marv.
You chased an innocent child.
And forced a luminary of the American theater
to drag a sack of dips up four flights of stairs like a Volga boatsman.
I wanted to protect her. From the Sixth Avenue Slasher.
Then why are you wearing that suit?
These are my work clothes. I'm a mold inspector.
I've done work in the building over the years,
and I went up the back way when you said you were worried about Lucy.
He's not who I saw.
He's right. He's not who chased me. W...
Wait...
Is there a convention going on in these passageways?
Look, I'm sorry.
I just wanted to be a part of it.
I thought if I could help,
maybe I could catch the Sixth Avenue Slasher,
which is still a good theory.
Or maybe I could get another mention on your podcast.
Or maybe my daughter would regard me in a way
that feels something akin to mildly friendly
or possibly even forgiving.
I miss my daughter. I know you can relate to that.
And maybe I could get a button with my face on it.
Marv?
You're not well.
Yeah. I've heard that.
But you scared the killer away. I what?
Well, they ran off when they saw your flashlight. It had to be him.
Hold on. Are you saying Marv--
Did a good thing?
A-alright, Marv...
Come by tomorrow. We'll record you for an episode.
What? We're low on quality content this season.
I'll take Marv.
Ah!
I just don't get it.
We've seen whoever the killer is four times.
Lucy saw them the night Bunny was killed,
we all saw them on the surveillance footage at the diner,
and I fucking saw the Glitter Guy.
But are they all the same person? Well, the person Lucy saw--
Hey, where is... Where's Lucy?
Wait. There she is!
What the hell is he doing here? Hey.
Look who it is.
Lucy, was it?
Yeah.
Lucy was telling me some crazy shit just went down with you guys,
beyond the normal, uh, blackout stuff.
We were, uh... It's... It's all okay now. Yeah.
Is it?
Good. You know, I was just in the neighborhood,
just trying to make sure you guys weren't
up to any of your, uh, shenanigans, you know what I mean?
You got to be careful out there.
Especially in the dark.
Thank you. Th-that is such good advice.
Yeah. Let's go, Lucy.
So you happened to be in the neighborhood.
You don't seem like an Upper West Side guy to me, Detective Kreps.
Oh, don't I?
I go to Zabar's all the time.
Best bagel, cream cheese, and lox in the city.
You interested in me, Mabel? Hm?
I'm interested in you.
You know, I saw that, uh,
little viral video of yours.
What's stopping me from locking you up today, huh?
I was wondering the same thing.
But why are you here?
Other than interrogating teenage girls?
That's just one part of the job I happen to like.
So, where should we go? Do you know the Pickle?
I do not. They have the best disco fries in--
Ooh, sorry. I'm sorry.
I just... I got a new tattoo.
What are you looking at, kook?
Hm? Yeah, drink your milk, weirdo.
Have a good night, Mabel. Alright?
You, too, Detective Kreps.
It's nice to have the light back again.