Ep 2 shifts from the grim tone of the season opener to a more reflective tale set in 1943 Philadelphia. The case looks into the supposed accident of Alice Miller, a factory worker whose death resurfaces decades later when her old friends reunite.
The episode scores points for atmosphere: the wartime flashbacks are handsomely staged, with period music and details that bring the Rosie the Riveter era to life. The theme of female friendship under pressure works well, and Shirley Knight as the older Dottie lends a touching weight to the present-day story.
But the conceit stretches credibility. The surviving characters are well into their 80s, yet all seem to recall events from 65 years ago with photographic clarity. It's hard not to roll your eyes at how conveniently memories resurface to move the case along. Still, taken as fictional drama rather than forensic realism, the story holds together and delivers the expected bittersweet closure.
Overall, a decent episode, but less gripping than the season premiere. At 6.5/10, it's more a slow, nostalgic reflection than a true gut-punch mystery.
