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[footsteps]

[eerie music]

♪

I'll see you 100.

Okay, I'll see you.

And I'll raise a hundy.
- Ooh.

You know, Ace, I have a very
serious question for you.

Shoot. I'm an open book.

Do you have more beer?

[laughter]
- Who do you take me for?

Of course, I do.

There's more in the
fridge in the garage.

Listen, Ace, I got a
real question for you.

All right, I'm all
ears. What's up?

When you were up there in space,

did you ever, uh,

leave your mark
on the telescope?

- Oh, dude.
- What are you talking about?

No, not... come on.

I'm saying... no, I'm
talking like graffiti.

Right? Something like that

to let the gods or
the aliens or somebody

know that you were up there.

Well, I've never been
asked that before,

but if I did deface
a piece of NASA's

very expensive equipment,

I'm sure the boys
down in Cape Canaveral

would have a bone to
pick with me if...

if they ever found out.

Hey, listen, no, we're
not gonna say a word.

Well, it's possible I
may have left a little

FC mark on the edge of the lens.

Fried chicken?

[laughter]

- Ford Colwin.
- Ford.

Ford is my given name. Yeah.

Can you believe that?

People didn't start
calling me Ace

until after I
repaired the Hubble.

Yeah, 'cause you did
it all in one shot.

Yeah, kind of like
this. Read 'em and weep.

Oh! [laughs]

- Really?
- That's... come on.

Bring it in. Bring it in.

Bring it in. Yeah.

Ante up. Deal me
in the next hand.

Beer run will just be a minute.

- Whatever you got.
- No light beer.

Yeah, I'ma be in divorce
court if I keep coming here.

- No light beer.
- [chuckles]

[ominous music]

[clattering]

[grunting]

[wood clattering]

What was that?

Sounds like he dropped the beer.

Don't drop my beer.

[laughter]

[groans]

[both grunting]

♪

- What's going on?
- I don't know.

Let me go check.
- I told him.

I said, you know, "Don't
get the whole case."

I'm going. I'll go with you.

Where the hell is he, man?
- I don't know.

Ace.
- Hey, wait, wait.

Where is he going?
- Ace. Hey, Ace.

- That's not Ace!
- Yo! Ace!

[tires squealing]

What happened?

I don't know. What?

Oh, man. What the hell?

[tense music]

♪

[door clicks]

Oh. Oh, my God.

What color is that?
That's horrible.

Montenegro blue.

Pretty slick, right?

I thought that we
agreed on the salmon

or the pavilion or the scallop.

Just let him finish.

You'll see what I mean.

If you paint one more drop,
I'm gonna eat your soul.

Uh, yeah.

I'm just gonna step outside

and make a phone
call or something.

- Why do you keep doing this?
- Doing what?

[sighs]

Every time we
agree on something,

you go behind my back.

We haven't agreed
on anything because

you won't make any decisions.
- That's not true.

We have four different
samples of glassware

and a half a dozen
place settings.

Well, that's just my
process. It takes time.

We don't have time.
We open in two weeks.

We need to start making
calls, commit to something

instead of just
spinning our wheels.

You know, this is not
how a partnership works.

I know you're used to
being the boss at work,

but I'm not one
of your employees.

I never said you were.

Then why do you keep
treating me like I am?

When we interviewed chefs,
we both agreed on Mirabella.

Her references didn't check out.

I told you that.

Right, but then you
just unilaterally went

and, like, hired Alfonso.

He was our number two.
You said you liked him.

I was being nice.

I never thought we were
gonna hire him, okay?

I mean, his menu sucked,
and you know that.

We're not opening some
Buffalo Wild Wings here.

[soft tense music]

This is not a bougie place.

I'm just trying to get
us on the same page here.

Yeah, me too.

[phone chirps]

[sighs]

Case just came in.

It's fine. Go.

♪

We have a missing astronaut...
on Earth, I assume?

Ford "Ace" Colwin, 62.

He was abducted last night
from his weekly poker game.

He went out to his
garage to get beer

and then was grabbed
and forced into the back

of his black Porsche Cayenne.

We assume from the size
of these shoe prints,

a very large male,
much larger than Ace.

His friends saw them
pull out of the driveway,

and there's a BOLO
out on the Porsche.

There's no cameras at
Ace's or nearby homes,

so the unsub probably
got there on foot.

Any grudges?

He's seemingly a beloved
member of the community.

What about Ace's finances?

Maybe he's underwater,
and this is payback.

He had a pretty successful
post-NASA career.

He wrote a couple of
books and sold the rights.

The movie "Deep Vision"
is about him repairing

the Hubble Telescope.
- That was a huge deal.

The Hubble made it possible

to see the origins
of the Big Bang.

And now Ace has disappeared
into a black hole.

Every hour that
passes is an hour

we are less likely to
find our star man alive.

Let's blast off.

So looks like Ace has
plenty in his bank account.

More than plenty.
- Well, maybe Remy was right.

Maybe they abducted him
because of his money.

I don't know.

His account hasn't
been touched in days.

There's no sign of
a ransom demand.

Did he have a significant other?

I mean, I'm not sure.

The only thing I could
find in his favorites

was a very limber Skylar.

Looks like Skylar is a yogini.

- Mm-hmm.
- Okay, let's look into Skylar.

Remy.

I'm Louis Darvia.

And I'm Tom McBride,
Ace's neighbor.

We play poker every Tuesday.

Thanks for coming
to talk with us.

Well, of course. He's
one of my best friends.

Yeah, mine too.

We know you've
spoken to the police.

Can you tell us what
you saw last night?

Well, you know, it all
happened so fast, right?

We were playing poker.

He came out to the
garage for some beer.

We heard, like, a
tussle in the garage.

And we came out,
and some guy jumped

into Ace's Porsche
and hauled ass.

No sign of Ace.

- Who's close to Ace?
- Ex-wife?

Girlfriend?

He never married. He...
he likes them young.

Women are like cars to him.
- Yeah.

He's always trading them
in for the latest model,

and there was no
shortage of them.

Astronaut groupies,
they're a real thing.

I've seen it firsthand.

Ace called them craters,

because they hollowed out
your bank account and you.

All right. So what
about enemies?

He got any?

[sighs] Well,
the only bad seed

I'm aware of is Doug Boswell.

Wasn't he on the Hubble
expedition with Ace?

Yeah, yeah.

Ace confided in me once that

he was actually
the second person

to repair the Hubble.

Doug Boswell put the
new lens in place.

And Ace took all the credit.

And Boswell didn't
get the book deals

or the movie deals or the girls.

He hates Ace.

I know I should be a
bigger person here,

but I'm the one who put
the new lens in the Hubble.

Do you know how
difficult that was?

All Ace did was tighten a screw.

Twist, twist. That's it.

And he gets all the attention
for that little gesture.

That sounds really frustrating.

Did you play poker with Ace?

Never invited, but
it's not my speed.

Guy's an adrenaline junkie.

Has a suite that they
keep for him at Caesars.

Maybe one of the other players
got sick of him always winning.

[suspenseful music]

Well, thank you for your time.

Yeah. Had a stroke
a few years back.

My right side's not
quite up to my left.

Thanks.

Well, clearly Dave
didn't abduct Ace,

but it doesn't mean he
didn't hire someone to do it.

It feels like he would
downplay his grudge

against Ace if
that were the case.

And Ace didn't have
any gambling debts.

So this isn't a result of a
bookie wanting to get paid.

Nothing about this
attack feels random.

Maybe Hana and Barnes
are having better luck

with Ace's girl du jour.

So how was D.C.?

Yeah, it was great
to see the kids.

The interview. How
was the interview?

It's not official yet,
but I think they're

gonna offer me the job.

Congratulations.

I don't know if
I'm gonna take it.

A fresh start is hard to resist.

Okay, you think it's the
same for you and Ethan?

That is the worst segue ever.

'Cause I said I don't
know what I'm gonna do.

My parents are
here. You're here.

- Jill's here.
- Ooh.

Okay, not a factor.

Look, if I'm honest,
I feel pretty scared.

I'm just so used
to living alone,

and I know that saying,
do one thing every day

that scares you, but
this is my whole life

we're talking about.

Well, whatever you decide,
I'll support you 100%.

And I will miss you.

There she is.

- Skylar Davidson?
- That's me.

We just want to ask
you some questions

about your boyfriend, Ace.

What's wrong?

We believe he's been abducted.

Oh, my gosh. Oh,
my goodness, no.

Would you say that you
have a good relationship?

Totes.

There's quite a big age
difference between you both?

So he's an older guy.

He just has all
that older guy stuff

that goes along with that.
- Like what?

Like, um, he couldn't get it up

without pills or
porn. Is he okay?

We're doing our
best to find him.

Would you say this
relationship was short-term?

We weren't gonna, like,
get married or anything.

He's just not that guy.

And were you seeing
anybody else?

Not anymore, but, um,
I was with someone

when Ace and I first connected.

My ex hated Ace.
He was mad jealous.

[tense music]

- You prey on the innocent.
- Listen.

I told you, I don't know
who you're talking about.

Stop lying to me!

[sobs]

You paid her thousands
of dollars every month.

Listen, that could be one
of so many different people!

[gasps] [coughs]

[chuckles]

Listen, I'm telling
you the truth.

You have to believe
me. I don't know who...

She's just a thing
to you, a plaything,

but she's the
center of my world,

and what you did disgraced her.

♪

[gasps]

There's Ace Colwin's body.
It's been, uh, defaced.

Have a... have a
look for yourself.

[suspenseful music]

♪

Oh.

Please tell me that's
not what I think it is.

Someone cut off Ace's genitals

and shoved them in his mouth.

Killings don't get no
more personal than that.

The message is clear.

Ace was having sex with
someone he shouldn't be.

[phone ringing]
- I'm not gonna lie.

I chucked a little
when I first found him.

Yeah, I think I still might.

- Hurts to look at, you know?
- Hey, what's up?

Remy, Ace's car was found
outside a dentist's home,

a kids' dentist.

We believe he's
been abducted too.

All right, check
it out. All right.

So what connects the
astronaut to the dentist?

Who or what is the question.

'Cause we don't want our dentist

to end up like this dude.

That's Ace's Porsche.

Our unsub is taking
the victims' cars

after he abducts them.

Let me get with local PD and
set up a search perimeter.

Look at this.

These footprints look like the
ones outside of Ace's house.

A lot bigger than
Ace and the dentist.

Excuse me. What is this?

This is my house.
- Hold on, ma'am.

Hey, let her in. Let her in.

What is all this?
Whose car is that?

Where's my husband?

Is your husband Hank McCallahan?

Yes.

We believe he's been abducted.

What?

Cops say there are signs
of a struggle inside.

Yeah, I've been
trying to call him,

and he's not picking up.

What car did your husband drive?

A blue BMW.

Does he know Ace Colwin?

The astronaut guy?

Not well, but I mean,
everyone around here knows

who he is.
- He was murdered today.

We believe your
husband's abduction

is connected to his death.

Oh, my God.

Were you aware that your husband

had opened a credit card
in his name two months ago?

[suspenseful music]

Look, this isn't an
easy question to ask,

but was your husband
seeing somebody else?

I doubt it.

There's lots of different
types of relationships.

Maybe an emotional affair
or somebody at work?

I mean, I guess that's possible.

Most of the transactions
on the credit card

are for online
subscription channels.

If he is having an affair,
maybe it's with someone online.

It doesn't look like our
two victims knew each other,

but they were both
subscribers to a lot

of performers on FansAllowed.

Isn't that a porn site?

From what I've heard.

I think so, from what I heard.

It's a digital peep
show for women, mainly,

doing things for
their subscribers.

I mean, whatever they pay for.

Did our astronaut and dentist

follow any of the same people?

They were both getting DMs

from a lot of the same
women who I'm calling

the cleavage club.

Our unsub clearly
has rage issues.

Maybe he was infatuated
with a performer

and jealous of her
other followers.

There's no precision
in either abduction,

especially not Ace's defacement.

All right, so we're not
dealing with a hired hitter.

No, this is a passionate,
personal mission,

deeply personal.
- Okay.

I've got IPs for some
of the cleavage club

in Chester, New Jersey. I'm
sending you the addresses.

We're on our way.

Hana says there's no
less than 16 IP addresses

coming from this house.

Hey, can I help you?

Agent Scott and Cannon, FBI.

We're looking for a
FansAllowed performer

who might be
connected to a murder

and abduction in Pennsylvania.

Oh, my gosh.

Come on inside.

I'll go get my partner, Bart.

We'll do our best
to help you all out.

[upbeat pop music playing]

We shoot a lot in the kitchen.

And this is our craft services

and our makeup area.

[indistinct chatter]

This is another set in here.

And this... well.

This is our most popular set.

As you can see, we
are a state-of-the-art

production studio.

I feel like I'm on the
set of "Boogie Nights."

Love that movie so much.

All right, so this
house is set up

as a studio for FansAllowed.
- Exactly.

FansAllowed artists
rent our space.

We charge an upfront rental fee

and take a small
percentage of the profits.

- How small?
- 10%.

FansAllowed artists keep the
rest of the profits themselves.

It is revolutionary in that way.

Our performers are basically
independent contractors,

like Uber drivers,
whereas on other sites,

performers are employees.

They do very well
for themselves.

I get there's money
to be made here,

but these content creators

are giving up their privacy, no?

What happens when
this chapter ends?

That is a very good question

that I don't have an answer for.

Um, we just encourage
our performers

to make as much money
as they can now,

because with money comes
incredible freedom.

We believe a person connected
to one of these artists

is torturing and murdering
their subscribers.

That's terrible.

We do our best to protect our
subscribers and our performers.

We need to show photos of our
victims to these performers

to see if they know them.

I know him. That's
Hank McCallahan.

He was my boss for,
like, six months.

You worked at his dental clinic?

I was a hygienist there
until he found out

I had a FansAllowed
account, and he fired me.

He thought that
FansAllowed was in conflict

with the child-friendly
environment

he was cultivating.
- All right.

So how'd he find out
you were on the site?

Because he was on it on himself.

Right. Hypocrite
to the nth degree.

I mean, it's not like
I'm a prostitute.

If some guy wants
to pay me 20 grand

to watch me take a
bubble bath, why not?

I'm gonna take that bath anyway.

[tense music]

♪

Hey! What are you doing?

[grunts]

[pants]

♪

[grunts]

[grunts]

Stop, help. Help. I need help.

Stop, stop, stop!
[tires screech]

That man is trying to kill me.

In the back. Get in the back.

[tires squeal]

♪

He's a monster, big as a giant.

And it was crazy, man.

This guy was so angry, so mad.

Because his girlfriend
was on FansAllowed?

Not his girlfriend.
His daughter.

- His daughter?
- Who he said was missing.

He was all over me,
calling me filthy and stuff

for watching videos of her.

I didn't even know which
one he was talking about

until he described her.

All I know is her
FansAllowed handle, mygirl07.

All right, so you
don't know her name,

and you don't know where she is.

I don't.

Oh, honey.

It's so good to
see you, my love.

Remy, we need a permission key

from FansAllowed to get
mygirl07's ID photo.

We sent over a warrant
to FansAllowed HQ.

I'm just working through it now.

Did you reach out
to Bart and Ashley?

Maybe they know her.

They said that she's
never been to their place

and never rented a
space there before.

Okay, I got her photo
from FansAllowed.

I'm sending it to
you. Maggie Lake.

I am running the
address from her ID,

and it brings me to a field
in the middle of nowhere.

Her ID's a fake.

Do we think '07 was
the year she was born,

making her possibly underage?

And if her name's not
Maggie Lake, what is it?

I'm working on getting
mygirl07's IP address.

So Ace Colwin also
subscribed to her channel.

Mm, Ace and the dentist
were very enthusiastic fans.

Yeah, they shelled
out a lot for her.

Wait a second.

What if our unsub's
working his way through

her client list, starting
with the ones closest to here?

He seems to have a dual drive,

trying to find his daughter
while punishing the men

who subscribed to her channel.
- Yeah.

Well, there's a lot
of shame here, right?

Not only for his
daughter's performances

but also for himself.

Her actions reflect on him too.

Maybe our unsub and
mygirl07 are local to here.

Check out the corner
of this video.

[suspenseful music]

What is that? A logo?

Yes, to the Betsy Smith
Boarding School in New Holland.

It's an all-girls version
of Phillips Exeter.

All right, check it out
tomorrow, Hana Banana.

♪

She is a student here.

Her name is Leah Miller,

and that is definitely
her dorm room.

But she's gone.

We just finished finals,

and we don't have
any holdovers here.

When was the last time
she was on campus?

Oh, move-out day was last week.

That's the last I saw her.

That was the last
time she posted.

What can you tell us about Leah?

She was a straight-A student,
very active in the drama club.

She played Puck in our
spring production of

"A Midsummer Night's Dream."

These are the cast
after-party photos.

That's Leah in the back row.

And that's the drama
teacher, Megan Knowler.

She was also her dorm mother.

They were very close, I believe.

What about Leah's father?

Did you have much
to do with him?

Jacob Miller? Mennonite.

Mennonite? Really?

Jacob's wife died
suddenly last year.

Cancer, I heard.

After Leah's mom died,
she was able to spend

her Rumspringa
year here with us.

I promised Jacob we
would do our best

to watch over his little girl.

Obviously, I failed
on that front.

What we're trying to figure out

is whether Jacob knew that
his daughter had become

a performer on FansAllowed.

Did he come to you with that?

No, this is the first
I'm hearing of it.

Thank you for your time.

[line trills]

What's up, Hana?

Remy, Jacob could have
been on that site,

but I'm not seeing
any IP addresses

that match his
place, which is about

20 minutes from here.
- All right.

I'll swing by and pick you up.

Thanks.

♪

[doorknob rattles]

Jacob Miller?

FBI.

[tense music]

♪

Clear.

Clear.

Okay, these boots are huge.

The tread matches that
at the crime scenes.

This is our guy.

This must be Leah's
room. No personality.

No posters of rock stars
or embarrassing crushes.

Jacob wouldn't let her.

He rules her with an iron fist.

We should go check the cellar.

♪

[faint rattling]

- You hear that?
- That hum?

The hell is that?

Back here.

♪

[grunts]

Is that Mrs. Miller?

[exhales]
- [groans]

♪

ME confirmed the body
is Esther Miller...

Leah's mom, Jacob's wife.

Manner of death?

Strangulation.
It wasn't cancer.

Looks like the body's been
there for a little over a year.

I wonder if Leah
knows about her mom.

Well, if she does, maybe
that's why she's on the run.

Something just
doesn't add up though.

Jacob kills his wife,
lets his daughter

attend a secular school,
then a year later goes

on a rampage against
her subscribers

in an effort to
find her? Come on.

What the hell are
we missing here?

Maybe he found out she
was on FansAllowed,

flipped a lid.

They could have had
an argument about it.

If that happened
and she took off,

maybe he's looking
for her by working

his way through her customers

and punishing them
along the way.

And she hasn't posted
anything since school let out?

No, nothing since Ace's death

was in the headlines.
- [sighs]

So we don't know if
she's alive or dead.

Maybe we reach out to
her, ask her for a meet.

You said she replies
to her fans, right?

Great idea.

Finally, something good comes

from hours spent
on dating sites.

What about Jacob?

We know that he's
monitoring Leah's messages.

Okay, I need a username.

Sexy Alpha Driver.

- Of course.
- Oh, my God.

[soft dramatic music]

♪

All right, that was fast.

I'm new to the site
but am in Philly.

What would it cost
to meet up IRL?

- Uh, money's no object.
- Money is no object.

Yeah.

She replied "Howdee" with two Es

and three smiley kissy faces.
- Okay.

Um, an in-person
meet is 10 grand.

Damn. I'm in the
wrong business.

Um, worth every penny, but
I need to pay in-person.

Can't leave a digital
trail for wifey to find.

[suspenseful music]

Okay, she's sending
you an address.

It's a bar in the Northern
Liberties neighborhood.

She'll meet me in an hour.

[somber music]

♪

[crying softly]

♪

What color would you
say these walls are?

Uh, I guess I'd say blue.

- And you like this pigment?
- Yeah, yeah.

It's the color of the sky
between twilight and night.

It's kind of the vibe
we're going for here.

- Posters are nice.
- Oh, yeah.

We just added those last month.

Make the place feels
more like home to me.

It's cozy. You know?

I do know.

Okay. Excuse me.

Leah doesn't even have
a driver's license.

Yeah, just like her father.

Well, that man is
off his rocker.

[suspenseful music]

Blue Subaru parked
in front of the bar.

Mm-hmm.

♪

- You see that?
- That's suspect.

You think that's Leah?

I'm gonna go check it out.

All right.

What is she waiting for?

♪

[tires squeal]

Go, go!

♪

Hey, stop!

Where you going so fast?

What were you doing
in front of that bar?

You working with Leah?

- I'm just, like...
- Listen. I'm FBI.

Is she still alive?
- Oh, my God.

Wait. I don't know.

All of this is my fault.
- What?

It's your fault that
she's on FansAllowed?

Kind of, yeah.

I mean, I had this boyfriend,
and we made this video,

and he was gonna put
it on FansAllowed

unless I could buy him out,

and Leah and I
are, like, friends,

and I told her
about the situation,

and she decided that she
was gonna go on FansAllowed

and make enough money to buy
my freedom from that jerk.

So Leah is paying
off your ex-boyfriend

with her FansAllowed money?

Yes, as long as I
promise not to tell

a soul that she was doing it,

and I didn't until now.

What's your arrangement?

[sighs] Now I get 10%

for checking out any meet-ups

and making sure
that they're safe.

You sound like a madam.

I want the best
for her. That's it.

[chuckles] Turn around.

You're under arrest.

Turn around.

Remy, local PD found a
flyer on Jacob Miller.

He's a Mennonite mechanic,

maintaining horse
and farm equipment

for the community there.
- Does he have a cell?

Yes, it pinged at
a tower near where

Hank McCallahan was picked up.

PD searched the area,
but they found nothing.

Yeah, but maybe the Mennonite
community is protecting Jacob.

They clearly rely on him.

Have PD go door to door
looking for a cabin

or a shed, somewhere where
Jacob could do his work.

[dramatic music]

[tense music]

♪

Got a blue BMW.

That's Hank McCallahan's.

Ray, see if there's
any access around back.

♪

[both grunting]

[screams]

Remy, Nina.

[grunts]

[grunts]

Remy.

[both grunting]

♪

[sighs]

Nina. Where's Nina?

♪

- Over here.
- Hey.

- Hey.
- Where is he?

- Hey, hey, hey.
- Hey, hey, hey. No, no, no.

Chill, chill,
chill, chill. Okay?

We got him.
- Yeah?

- You're safe.
- Okay.

- Hey, Remy!
- You all right?

Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

- Let's get you up.
- I'm good, I'm good.

- Yeah?
- Yeah, I'm all right.

Leah is late. I hope
she didn't get spooked.

Yeah, I hope not.

You know, she turns 18 tomorrow.

Yeah. Me, you, and her.

Yeah, I turn 18.

Well, we are at a crossroads,
you with D.C., me with...

Wherever your heart takes you.

Yeah, well, at the moment,
my heart misses Ethan.

You should message him.

Leah Miller? FBI.

Come with me.

Is this about Ace?

I heard he died,
and I am so sorry.

Sit down.

Your father killed
him, looking for you.

Oh, God. Um...

Leah, I'm so sorry.

Your dad is...

He's dead?

Yeah.

What happened?

He attacked some of our agents.

They had to take him down.
There was no other choice.

Oh.

[soft music]

So that... that
means I'm, like...

I'm free.
- Not exactly.

Are you gonna arrest me? I
haven't done anything wrong.

Except use a fake ID
to post on FansAllowed.

- Charging a lot of money for...
- Company.

So many of my customers
were just lonely men.

On FansAllowed, I felt seen,

really, for the first time.

Do you think about the
fact that these photos

are gonna be online forever?

I do think about that,

but I refuse to feel ashamed.

♪

So what's the plan?

Where are you headed next?

I have an aunt in Chelsea,

the other black
sheep of the family.

So my partner here and
I, we're at a crossroads.

We could arrest you
for using a fake ID.

♪

Or we let you go.

Look, if you ever want help
getting rid of those images,

I'm pretty good at
scrubbing the internet.

Give me a call.

Happy birthday.

Thank you.

♪

[sighs]

Uh...

[chuckles] Wow.

You like?

I... I love it.

I can't... I... it's just so...

- Arresting?
- Yes.

- Devastating?
- Yes.

[laughs]

Just like you said it would be.

I mean, the prints add a
little zhuzh to the place.

Yeah, they offset the blue,
and they remind me of home.

I was thinking of your
bedroom, as I often do.

- Really?
- You have posters...

- Right.
- Like these.

Love the posters.

They definitely add
a touch of class.

- Mm-hmm.
- Hey.

[sentimental music]

I am grateful for your vision.

Thank you, baby.

But we still have work to do.

We have options.
- Yes.

- Have you decided?
- Yeah.

I think that we should
go with the Ecopa Esme

because it's pretty
but practical.

I love these little
Nick & Nora glasses,

and the cocktail
coupe is beautiful.

And maybe the Costa Nova
because it picks up the blue?

- Sure.
- Yeah?

So the only decision
left is the flatware,

and I've narrowed
it down to five.

Oh, wait.

I'm gonna need a drink for this.

Why don't we have
some bubbles first,

and then we can make
some major decisions?

That sounds like
a plan, I think.

[cork pops] Yes!

Here's to us.

Thank you.

I think we make a
pretty badass team.

- I agree.
- If I say so myself.

I will drink to that.

Mmm.
- Mmm.

[laughter]

So the big question is,

what are we gonna
call this place?

Hmm.

[tense music]

♪

[wolf howls]