Flashback. Claire is visiting Ryan in New York. They go to Jenny's restaurant and everyone is all happy and having wine and complimenting the food and it's so chummy and lovely and there's no indication that this besotted, handsy couple met because he was investigating her serial-killer husband. Which would make for a pretty unusual Weddings & Celebrations column, admittedly, but at least it would be more interesting than the umpteenth "until recently, Mrs. Baker taught first grade at The Nightingale-Bamford School."
In the car, Mike's phone rings. He doesn't answer, because it's Parker, and this trip is strictly no girls allowed.
Brooklyn. Mike parks and Ryan says the plan is to go to the restaurant, which is closed, and do whatever he has to do to get Jenny out safely. He tells Mike about a side door and tells him to watch out for Jenny rather than Ryan's safety. Ryan moves through the kitchen, then the dining room, not finding anyone. On a chair, there's a note with a blindfold: "Put this on." He sits and obeys.
Maggie finally comes out of the shadows and greets Ryan. He reaches for his blindfold and she tells him if he takes it off, Jenny dies. Maggie launches into her self-absorbed serial-killer patter, about how she's enjoyed getting to know Jenny and hearing all about Ryan's sad early years. I'm reminded of why I like Emma: she's a nutbar, yes, but she seems the least clichéd of these lulus. There's no monologue, no settling of accounts; Emma just likes to stab people and then fuck Jacob's brains out. She's simple and I respect that. Anyway. Ryan yells Jenny's name and she replies with a muffled scream, unseen, from somewhere in the restaurant. Ryan lunges out of the chair and Maggie clubs him across the back of the neck.