bailey. why don't i go into the home? - your marriage is not a place of refuge. - it's night. she's up there. hello, mrs. o'doyle. i presume? yeah, he saw her up there, but he's down here in a pool of light. why does she say she didn't see him? [doorbell rings] hello, mrs. o'doyle. uh, detective stevens, detec-- - i remember. - yeah. uh, mrs. o'doyle. we were just, uh, spitballing out here. um, if you've been on your treadmill, where you seem to spend a whole, whole lot of time, that night when your husband arrived, you would have seen him out your window. - i guess i took a break. - oh. mind if we, uh, took a quick look around? - why not? [door closes] i got some of my old layouts out of storage. - yep, one's missing. - got buried with bailey. his favorite. - which one was that? - number 48, i think. - yes. - and you looked out and saw bailey all defeated and beaten up. what'd that make you think, lani? - if i had seen him, i might have thought how i was supposed to be living in a brownstone on the upper west side, uh, how i couldn't stand one more day rotting in this stinking dump. - wasn't he supposed to get m