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[dark, mysterious music]

[Linette] Bring me my blanket.
It's freezing down here.

[footsteps shuffle up steps]

Hurry up. You forgot
to put the heat on.

Nurse! Quit playing on
your phone and do your job!

[tools clicking quietly in lock]

[alarm whooping]

[elderly woman screams]

[grunting]

[elderly woman screams loudly]

[phone ringing]

- Hey, Bobby.

[Bobby] Edie, got a live
one. You start today.

- Okay.

[Bobby] I think you mean,
thank you, Bobby.

I could really use the work.

- Yeah, thank you, Bobby.

I could really use the work.

Sorry, I was at Hilga's wake
yesterday, so... I'm a little...

[Bobby] Cancer's a bitch.
- Yeah.

[Bobby] But Hilga was a client.
You can't get so attached.

- Okay, I'm ready.

[Bobby] Linette Versterberg,
84, bad legs, bad heart,

brain fine.
Address, 1512 Baldwin Road.

Gate code 3950. Soon as
possible. Empty house.

[Edie] Okay, you got it.

[Bobby] Hey, show a little bit
more enthusiasm

when you meet the dinosaur.
She's filthy rich.

Whatever it takes to keep
her happy. Capiche?

- Yep.

[exhales]

Ah, Hilga.

[spices rattling]

[spices plop in tea]

- I was gonna do coffee,
but are you making tea?

- You know it.

- You're up early.

I thought you were resting
before the funeral.

- Yeah, uh no funeral for me.

Have another job.
On the hills this time.

- Oh no, Edie already?

Your last client's not even
in the ground yet.

How long do you have to
live at this house?

- As long as she's got, I guess.

- Tell Bobby you need some time.

- I want time,
but I need money.

Student loans don't care
that I'm grieving.

- Roomie, live-in nursing
is a tough job.

Even if you won't take
my wise advice

to throw it all away and
start a tea shop,

you still need
to take care of yourself.

- I am taking care of myself.

- Doesn't count.
I want to see you get paid

for that liquid gold.

Thank you.

Can't you at least ask Bobby
for the weekends off?

- Claire, you know he would
fire me for even asking.

Honestly, it's all good. I've
got my health, I've got a job,

I have amazing friends.
I'm lucky.

My clients don't have
any of that.

- They have money.
- Yeah, they have money.

But what does that get them?

A stranger who lives in
their house

and occasionally checks them
for bed sores?

Whose life would you rather
have, theirs or mine?

- Can you take game night off?
It's one night.

- Yeah, I'll try.

- Man, Edie, you have got
to open up a tea shop.

[chuckles]
Yeah, yeah,

when I win the lotto.

[gentle birdsong]

[gentle music playing]

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, hey.

Stop, stop, stop!

- Hi.

- I figured you didn't want
a murder on your hands

first day of the job.
You must be the new nurse.

- Yeah. And you must be...
the tire slasher.

- What?

Oh, no, no, this is a tool.

I forgot I was holding it.

I'm the gardener.
Uh, forgetful gardener.

- Oh, well, hey, as long
as I'm not admitting you

to memory care.

- Wait, what?

- Elder care joke. I'm Edie.

- Oh, uh... hey.

I'm... I'm Mateo.

- Nice to meet you.
- Nice to meet you. Welcome.

Good luck.
She barely talks to me.

[knock on door]

[door opens]

- Hello?

Miss Versterberg, I'm Edie,

your new home care aide.

[mysterious music playing]

I'm with First Sunrise.
They said you were notified.

[loud clap]

- Is there no longer such thing

as basic human dignity?

[chuckles]
- Uh... what?

- You barge into my home,
hollering down my halls,

prowling around like
a predator on the hunt!

- Mrs. Versterberg--
- "Ms." If I had married,

my husband would be out there
trimming those rose bushes.

And not
that overpriced idiot.

- Ms. Versterberg,
I am Miss Edie Brown.

And I am sorry
for barging in like that,

but, I mean, that's protocol
when a homebound client

has been
without care for several hours.

Look, my job here is to be in
service to your well-being

and make sure you're
as comfortable as possible.

So, if you could--
- No, thanks! Goodbye!

[Edie] Do you have someone else
here

in the house
that's assisting you?

- I'm in the middle of
arranging my finances,

and the last thing I need is
a granny nanny to train.

[chuckles]

That's a good one.

But if there's no one else
here

that has a nursing license...

I can't leave.

- You're trespassing.

If you don't leave,
I'll have you arrested.

- Okay. How about you start
by hopping up outta that chair

and tossing me out the door?
- What?!

- Great. Looks like your file's
correct. No mental decline.

Fully aware of your wheelchair
dependence.

I'm going to take that to
mean you understand

why I can't leave
you here alone.

- You, you don't do--

- Great. I'm so glad that we
have all of that cleared up.

So, if you could just show me
your bedroom,

your primary bathroom,
all of your medications,

and anything else
that you think

might help me get you
through your day-to-day?

We can go ahead
and get started.

- This way. Come.

- Okay.

[gate rattles open]

- How long have you
been a nurse?

- About six years.

- Oh, remarkable.

[Edie] So, who all works here?

- Just that bozo in the bushes.

- So, you have no
housekeeper, no--

- They're all useless and
expensive. Like you, I'm sure.

[phone rings]

- Are you gonna get that?

- No, I only get junk calls.

- You have reached
Bell Telephone.

This number has been
disconnected. Goodbye.

[call beeps off]

You recognize that number?

- Hmm, stranger.

- Okay. Well, they are blocked.

- That's an unusual
skill for a nurse.

[laughs]

[door creaks open]

- So, do doctors call
you on your landline?

- They leave voicemails.

- Well, if doctors are calling
on your landline,

we can't just be ignoring calls.

I can screen the numbers
for you

and block out
all the spam numbers.

- Will you edit my diaries,
too? Don't touch my phone!

- You got it, Boss.

So, if you could just show
me your meds,

and then we can
see my room?

- I do have one refill
I need. I'm out.

- Okay.
[keys jingling]

- There's poor cell service
on the property,

so you'll need Wi-Fi.

The password's over
there on the dresser.

- Okay.

- After you finish unpacking,
we'll go to the bank.

- You got it, Boss.

[footsteps tap down stairs]

- What are you doing?

- Well, seems like you think
I might be stealing something,

so... take a look through
my bag before we head out.

- Your assertiveness may prove
useful at some point.

- Ms. Versterberg,

isn't it just the highest
honor to have you

visiting our modest
establishment on this fine day?

How can we help you?

- Here.

- Ms. Versterberg, you know I
hold you in the utmost regard,

but are you aware that this
request would dissolve

all of your accounts with us?

- I filled the damn
thing out, didn't I?

- Ms. Versterberg, I must
advise against this.

Please, let us know
what we can do to--

- I need to transfer my assets
to a trusted advisor who can--

- And you don't trust me?

- You are not
my financial planner.

- I see.

Well, is this...

Avery Simpson interested
in opening an account with us?

- No, that's impossible. Avery
Simpson is not based here.

- You know, Ms. Versterberg,

perhaps I can secure some
additional perks

for your valued account.
Give me just a moment.

- Stop wasting my time.

I want
to dissolve my accounts.

I'm here in person to complete
this request. I have my ID.

- Oh, I hardly think I need
that, Ms. Versterberg.

I would know you anywhere, but
please just reconsider this--

- Listen to what I'm saying.
- Ms. Versterberg. Water?

- Not now, Edie.

- See how that works,
Mr. Kerns?

I asked if she wanted water.
She said no.

And I respect her
by not pressing her on it.

[Ms. Versterberg laughs]

- The look on his face.

He'd never been sassed
by an aide before.

- Yeah, dude looked like
he was gonna have an aneurysm.

- I was going to have an
aneurysm

if he kept mooning
about my account.

- Oh, but he holds
you in the utmost respect.

- We need to get out of here.

- Is everything okay?

- Hurry up!

[items shuffling]

- Well, it looks like your
refill is ready.

I can go pick
that up.

- Here, take this.

- What is it?
- It's Mace. You'll need it.

[scoffs]
Why?

- I'm being targeted.

Last night it was
an attempted robbery.

Today, a man was watching us
leave the bank.

Someone or some group
is trying to target me.

- Now, what is it exactly that
you think they're trying to do?

- I know what they're trying
to do.

They're trying to rob me.
Or worse.

- Worse?

- My death would make
a lot of people very rich.

- Okay, I think the police
should probably--

- The police were here last
night when the guy got away.

They know everything.

- Are you saying that he was
here, as in inside this house?

Boss, that is terrifying!

- Oh, you can't even imagine.

So, so, take that. If a man
follows you, don't hesitate.

He saw us together.
Just spray and run.

- You know what? I am sure that
that pharmacy can deliver.

- No. I don't want anyone
coming through that gate

except you and the airhead
plant man. So, you go.

- I don't feel like
that's a great idea.

- Well, just fine.

Don't go get my medication.

But no one is delivering it,

and I'm not
going back out there.

[scoffs]

[Mateo] Hey.

- Hi.

- How's the first day?
- Ah, well, it's, it's a lot.

- Yeah, yeah, she can be a lot.

Or so I hear.
I basically never see her.

- Yeah, actually, I had some
questions for you.

Are you going
to the pharmacy?

- No, actually, I'm sneaking
into the art store.

- Oh, cool. You do art?

- Yeah, you know, like,
like watercolors.

- No way. What do you
paint? Turtles?

- I mean, I would if people
would stop trying

to turn them
into roadkill.

- Oh, no, that's awesome.
That's great. I mean,

it's nice to have a hobby.

- Yeah, hobby. Yeah, I guess
you could say it's a hobby.

- And what would you call it?

- Dream job.

- Oh, wow. No, that's, that's
really cool. Good for you.

[Mateo] Yeah, all right. You
think I'm naïve,

but I'm telling you,
all it takes is one rich person

to see my stuff.
I mean, it could happen.

- Speaking of rich people,
I was gonna ask you--

- Actually, I do, I do have
to go. They're about to close.

But I will see you later, okay?
- Sure.

- All right, talk
to you in a bit.

[Man] You're the gardener at
Ms. Versterberg's house?

[Mateo] Yeah.

[indistinct chatter]

[Edie] Here you go.

So, this break-in
that happened,

your old nurse
was here when it all went down?

- Well, she showed up just in
time. Helped scare him off.

- And you didn't see his face?

- No, he was wearing a mask.

- And he didn't take anything?

- Happened so very fast.
Very shocking.

- I'm sure. Do the police have
any suspects or do you have...

- Is it your goal to
give me nightmares?

- Of course not. We can talk
about this tomorrow.

- What else is there to
talk about?

Someone broke into my
home and scared me

and my nurse half to death.

- Yeah, and then she just
bounced on you.

I mean,
that's kind of messed up.

- What's messed up,
as you put it,

is that we're still talking
about this.

Unless you have secondary
training as a detective,

leave it.
I'm handling it.

- Of course, Boss. You ready?

- Oh.

- Hey, I've got you. I promise.

One, two, three. All right.

There we go.
I'll scoot you back.

Okay.

All right.

See? Wasn't so bad.
Stronger than I look.

- Are you calling me fat?

[laughing]
- What?

Hell no. In fact, you've got
killer muscle tone.

You must have that athlete gene.

- A lot of good it did me.

- Okay. Night, Boss.

- Night.

[door shuts]

[mysterious music playing]

[doorknob rattles]

[phone chiming]

- This place...

Hey, Claire, sorry.

[Claire] You okay?

- Yeah, totally fine. Just got
lost in this maze of a mansion.

God, I swear, it's like
something

straight out
of Downton Abbey.

At any minute, Lady
Mary's going to turn

and ask me what's for dinner.

[English accent]
What is for dinner?

- Very funny. You'll be glad to
know

that I did not have
to cook for her.

- How is she? How's the job?

- It's different. I mean, she's
a smart lady.

I'll give her that.

But she has this crazy
story about a break-in

and someone stalking her, so.

- Oh my God, Edie, that's scary.

[Edie] That's what I said, but
I mean,

she's got this big ass
security gate

and she has a burglar alarm

and I'm pretty sure that
there are cameras everywhere

and some guy just waltzes
past all that

and doesn't get caught?

I don't know, it just,
it doesn't make any sense.

- So, you think she's
making it up? Why?

- No, but hallucinations
and paranoia,

it's a sign
of Alzheimer's.

- Oh, you think?

- I don't, I don't know.
She seems really sharp.

Like, she has jokes. I mean, she
could be totally fine mentally.

- So, she is being stalked?

[Edie] Yeah... I don't know.

It seems like she was fighting
with her previous nurse,

which is also another sign
of Alzheimer's, so...

- Okay, Edie, either way,

this job sounds
like bad news.

Come home.

- You know I can't leave
her like this.

[Claire] Edie, you have
to stop acting

like every one of these little
old ladies is your grandmother.

- You know, I'm going to see

what I can do
about game night, okay?

- Have you talked to
her about it yet?

[Edie] Not yet.

[Claire] Edie.

- I'm gonna see what I can
do, okay? I promise.

[ominous music]

[Ms. Versterberg screams]
[loud banging]

Ms. Versterberg?

Hello?

Help!!

[loud footsteps approach]

[door creaks open]

[shrieks]

[pants]

[Ms. Versterberg snoring]

Okay, disable sleep mode
on alarm system.

Okay, 73189.

[system beeps]

[Mateo] Hey.

- Mateo, hi.

- Good morning. These
are for Ms. V.,

to help cheer
her up on a recent scare.

- Well, that is super sweet
of you.

I'll let her know that
you brought these by.

- Nah, you know what? Just put
it somewhere she can see.

I'm pretty sure she still thinks

I'm part of the automatic
sprinkler system.

- Oh, I was just coming
out to grab the papers.

- Yeah, of course.
No, I'll uh,

I'll leave you to
your morning, okay?

- Oh, actually, just one thing
before you go.

You mentioned the scare.

Do you know what
happened exactly?

- Wait, she didn't tell you?

I mean, I know Ms. V.'s private,
but still...

- Well, I mean,

she told me that there
was some sort of a break-in.

- Yeah. Scary stuff.

I don't know much.
I work outside, but yeah,

her old nurse didn't talk
much, but I mean,

she was hurt pretty bad.
Hospitalized, I think.

- I'm sorry, her old nurse
is in the hospital right now?

Are you serious?

- Well, yeah, I mean, that's...

that's why you're here, right?

[Edie scoffs]

- Freaking Bobby.

I mean, I knew there was
an emergency,

but I mean, I had no idea.

- Well, I mean,
you should know.

In fact, you know, frankly,
you should get that,

what's it called? You can get
some hazard pay out of it.

- Yeah, right. That is, that is
absolutely not happening.

- Okay. Well, no, I get it.

You know,
we're both replaceable.

It's a tough job market.
It's just, be careful, okay?

I'd hate to see you get hurt.

- I will. Um...
and thanks. It's nice.

- No, smooth it out.

- Well, I'm not done yet.

- You've made me look
like a mad scientist.

[mysterious music playing]

- Mateo mentioned that your old
nurse was hurt the other night.

- How does he know?

- Said she was rushed to the
hospital. Is that true?

- Yes, it is. She did.

- Wow.

- Well, don't blame me.
I didn't hurt her.

- Of course not.

That's why your room looked
like you pitched a fit.

- Excuse me?

- You know, the clothes strewn
about everywhere.

You got yourself ready.

Makes sense.

- That's right. She was rushed
to the emergency room.

- You know how she's doing?

- She hasn't been able to speak.

[Edie exhales]

- So, where is the nurse
that I'm replacing?

[Bobby] Ungrateful
brat never called.

- Yeah, Bobby, because she
literally cannot speak.

She is in the hospital!

[Bobby] You know where she is?
Why are you asking me?

- Which hospital is she in,
Bob... you know what?

- Look.

[Bobby] How am I supposed
to know?

- Bobby, I've got to go.

What is it?
- Electronic lift.

To move me
from the chair to the bed.

- Okay, I don't understand.

- So, you can leave and be safe.
- Boss.

- I value my independence.

You value your safety.
Everybody wins.

- Thing is, I also happen
to value your safety.

How about
we get breakfast started?

By the way, what was the
name of your last nurse?

- Mary something.

Mary Shelley.
Wait... no.

- Ooh, a pen. That's brave.

- Well, it's the local paper.

- Ah, well, that one is the
easiest. Except for last Sunday.

- Oh, that one was hard.

- It was!

- Well, it's dumb hard,
not clever hard.

- That one clue, "nice
way to say hello".

- Yeah, bonjour.

But they hit the capitalization
in the front

so we wouldn't know it was Nice.
It's idiotic.

And then yesterday's puzzle.

You're young. I
bet you just powered through.

- No one uses the term "e-girl".

- Isn't that what
young people say?

- No one I know.

- Well, good. I'm not totally
irrelevant yet.

- Pfft, not even close.

That one has
my favorite puzzles.

- Oh, those are objectively
the best.

It's even written about.

- Oh, I believe it.

[phone ringing]

- Fine, go get it.

[call beeps on]
- Hello?

Do you know a Preston?

- Scammer.

Edie!

- I'm blocking the number,
just a sec.

[buttons beep]
Okay.

Where is the security footage
from that night?

- Well, the police have it,

but it was nothing. It was just
the floodlights going.

- You have a camera pointed
right at the drive gate.

How did he get in?

- I don't know.

[mysterious music playing]

[leaves crunching]

[gate rattles]

[Edie] Hey, Mateo?

- Uh... Yeah, hold, hold on.

Oh, wow. What, did you find
the portal of Narnia?

- That must be how he got in.

- Oh, you mean the robber?

- Yeah, I mean, he didn't use
the drive gate.

He wasn't on
any of the security footage.

Do you think you could patch it?

- Yeah, absolutely. Easy.

- Thanks.
- Yeah.

Hey...
- Yeah?

- If it was a portal,
where would it go?

- What?

- Well, I mean, the hole. You
know, what's the dream?

You know, where do you want
to be transported to?

- I don't know. I'm pretty
rooted in reality, so...

[Mateo] Come on, indulge me.

How am I supposed
to seal this hole?

I don't know where it goes.

- Okay. It's used
for time-travel.

- It's a time-travel portal?

- Yep.
- I love it!

Okay. Listen,
I shall seal the portal.

- Okay.

[Mateo] And restore
the cosmic order of time.

[Edie] Bye, Mateo.

- Later.

[items rustling]

- You really should hire
a security guard.

- No.
- Well, why not?

- Do you know what they cost?

My goal is to avoid
being robbed blind.

- Pretty sure
it's gonna cost less

than your entire estate and...
your life.

- I don't want people
milling about,

gawking at the poor
old rich lady.

- Well, what if it's
not a person?

[Linette] This is foolish.

- Well, it's the best option
we have

if you won't hire
a real guard.

[van rumbling]

- Hey.

- Hi. I saw your patch job.
It looks great.

- Your wish... is my command.

Right now, I'm just trimming
around the camera,

just, you know, making sure
you got a clear view.

- Awesome. It looks great.
Pragmatic. I like it.

- Well, thank you.
I'm... I'm trying.

- Well, good, he fixed it.
We can go back.

- We are going to go
get a guard dog.

- That's perfect.

- I know.
- It's ridiculous.

- She's gonna love it.

- My legs don't work,
but my ears are just fine.

I may tolerate it,
but I will not love it.

- Boss, I bet your entire
estate, you're gonna love it.

- Gambling. Animals.
What a circus.

[chuckles]

- Okay, see you later.

- He's here.

- Are you sure?
- The black SUV.

- Hey!

- It's him. I know it!

- Stop!

[Edie] Excuse me!

[intense chase music]
- He'll catch up!

- Not a chance.

- Whoa!!

[Edie] You okay?
- We actually lost him.

- We need to keep moving.
- Good idea.

- I'm calling the police in
case that guy is still lurking.

- Yes, officer, if you could
just let me know

when you've done the sweep?
Thank you.

- We good?
- Mm-hmm.

- Fine.

- You still want
a dog, not a man?

- Oh, don't pin this idea on me.
I don't want either.

- Guard dog it is.

- He's gonna be great.

- We'll see.

His bark is terrifying.

- He is very alert.

- Did they say he was trained?

- Yeah. I think he was the one.

- All right. So, did you
guys get your guard...

Oh, man.

- He's very loud.

[dog growls]

- You're very scary,
aren't you? Yes, you are.

Uh, what's his name?

- Killer.
[Killer barks]

[Mateo] Hey there, buddy.

I'm gonna give you some treats
and get on your good side.

[Linette] Hmm, hello, sir.

- Um, I'll just go ahead
and lock up after you.

- I mean, there's no need.
You got, you got Killer now.

- Right, very funny.
[laughs]

- But seriously, you did good.

- Thanks. Killer's a good dog.
You'll see. He's a fighter.

- Yeah, I don't know
about that.

But what I do know is
you're really helping out Ms. V.

- Well, it is literally my job.

- That's not what I mean.

Look, she's never gotten along
with any of the staff.

And... you're really getting her
to open up. I think it's great.

- Nah, I don't know.

- No, I do.

This is the most I've seen
her in, geez, like ever.

- Well, thanks. That actually
means a lot to me.

- Yeah, sure, no problem.
- Yeah.

- Hey... where would
you go first?

- Where would I go?

- Yeah, yeah,
the time travel portal.

Seriously, listen, I've been
thinking about it all day, so...

- Wow, you're really
something else, huh?

- Come on, you gotta
have a time in mind.

- Okay, when I was a kid,

Grandma's kitchen,
making tea from scratch.

- Okay, making potions
with Grandma, huh?

- That is exactly it. We used
to do this entire thing

where we would take the kitchen,

and it would be
Grandma's tea shop, okay?

So, I would come in,
dressed up, all official.

She would take my order,
I would sit down.

At the end, she would
bring me a bill,

something I could pay
in pebbles or something.

[Mateo chuckles]

- You know, pebbles are prime
currency in Grandmaville.

- Hundred percent.
That and hugs.

- Wow. She sounds like
a special lady.

- Yeah, she really was.

- It's a great memory.

- I have a lot of good memories
with her.

I always wished that
I had more of them, but...

I was lucky. Yeah, I got a lot.

- Well, thank you, because now
I've got that one, too.

- You're welcome.

- Yeah.

Right.
- Yeah.

[door shuts]

[chuckles]

- All right, you have
everything you need.

Oh, do you
want the dog with you?

- Who, Killer? He'd probably
just urinate in the bed.

- Pretty sure he's housebroken.

- He's better out there
guarding the premises.

- You got it, Boss.

- Edie?
- Yes.

- Thank you for your help today.

- Of course.

Night!

[alarm whooping]

[door opens]

Are you okay?
- Where is he?

- Did you see him?
- No.

- Okay, the alarm is going off,

so that means the police are
on their way.

I locked the door so we will
stay right here, okay?

Boss, I think you're having
a bit of a panic attack.

Have some water.

I've got you, Boss.
You're safe. We're safe.

[lights thunder on]

- Is it him? Is he here?

[Killer barking]
He's in the house!

Oh, no! Killer!

What do we do?

[Officer] Police! Open up!

[panting]

[crickets chirping]

- Same guy.

- Do you mean to say you
still haven't found him?

- No, ma'am. Did he
confront you again?

- We didn't see him.
I didn't, did you?

- No, I came straight
to you first.

- You were in her room.

[Edie] Yes.
[Officer] And what did you see?

- In her room? Well, nothing,

but there were noises. We heard
noises and Killer heard noises.

- Wait, the killer?

- No, Killer is our guard dog.

- You have a guard dog?
- Yes.

- And he was pursuing
the so-called intruder?

- He was barking.

- "So-called"?

- Look, we searched the house,

we reviewed Mrs.
Versterberg's footage.

There's no sign of entry.
Now, it is possible that, um...

[Killer whines]

Killer, I presume?

This is a very big house for
two ladies to live in all alone.

- Well, yeah, it's really big--

- And it's completely
understandable

if you feel like you
need a little extra security.

So, here's what
we're gonna do.

That goes direct to my desk.

[Edie] Okay, I mean no
disrespect here,

but this is the second
break-in attempt,

and you haven't caught
the guy,

so shouldn't you be
out patrolling the streets

around here instead
of sitting behind your desk?

- I can make that request.

- Yeah, we should do that.

- Of course.

Now, you ladies just need
to relax.

Take a bubble bath,
watch some TV, unwind.

There's nothing
for you to worry about.

And if you do feel worried,

or feel like you need to talk,
you have my number.

- You know what?
Thanks for stopping by.

- Oh, don't forget
the lock after I leave.

- That guy thinks
we're just lonely.

- The ego he must have
to imagine

that we're
preoccupied with him?

- Boss, I am so sorry.

- Re-arm the alarm.

Make sure
all the doors are secure.

[anxious music playing]

[door shuts]

- Hmm.

What's this?
Ah! Ah!

[sighs]

Ah, dang it!

- What are you doing?
[glass smashes]

Edie, get out of there at once!

- Sorry, I... I must have
gotten turned around.

I guess the cop
left the door open.

What is that awful smell?

- It's probably dead rats.

Mateo just put down poison.
Get up here immediately. Hurry!

- I mean, shouldn't I clean
this up first?

Also, I busted
my phone.

- Leave that.
We'll do that later.

- Okay...

Now, what if we hire a
security guard

that just works
the night shift?

- That's pointless.

Security guards are just
cops without training.

- But at least someone would
physically be here.

I mean,
that's worth something, right?

- You heard the man last night.
We're getting a patrol car.

- You're not budging
on this, are you?

- Here.

There's a pencil over there.

- What is this?

- Seems my printer makes
copies too.

[chuckles]

- This is very nice
of you, Linette.

- I don't need you breathing
down my neck all morning.

- No peeking.

- In your dreams!

[pencil scratching]

[tense music playing]

- Done!

[sighs]

[keyboard keys clacking]

Come on, Linette!

- Hey! Can I get
that basement key?

- You're trying to give
me a heart attack.

- Sorry.

- What do you need
in the basement?

- I was going to go
clean up that glass.

[sighing]
- Never mind that.

Here, go get a new phone.

- This is way too much
for a new phone.

- Well, it's for a new phone

and to also compensate you as
you leave this post.

- Boss...

- I won't tell your supervisor
a thing.

Get out now before you
get hurt.

- I'm not going to abandon you.

And if it is actually that
risky, you need to hire a guard.

- Edie, what exactly do you
think this relationship is?

- Well, what?

- I'm not your mother.
I'm not your friend.

You don't owe me anything.

- It is my job to keep you safe.

- And if drinking bleach were
your job, would you do that?

- I'm a nurse.

- And that is a noble calling.

But when the job goes beyond
what could be reasonably

asked of a human being,
the contract is broken.

You must move from performing
your duties

to preserving your dignity.
So, take the money and run.

- I will take what I need
for a new phone,

and I'll be right back.

Friends or not,
I like you, Boss.

[footsteps tap away]

Hey, so bad news. I'm not going
to be able to make game night.

[Claire] Oh, boo. Why not?

- Because the threat is real.

I can't leave her here alone.
It's too dangerous.

[Claire] Edie, this is above
your pay grade.

Get out of there.
Seriously.

- I can't.

[breaking up] Edie, can you
call me so I know you're...

- Hey, I'm losing you.
I'll call you right back, okay?

Love you. Bye.

[car starts]

[alarm beeps off]

- Excuse me, I'd just like
to ask you a question

about something that's--
[Edie shrieking]

[man screaming]

[car speeds away]

[Linette] Finish this one.

[Edie] You guys, I need to--

- Edie, come sit. We're looking
for my birth certificate.

- You can share from my pile.

- And I'm famished. I want to
finish this stack before lunch.

- And I promise to make
us Cubanos, right?

- You'd think these days they
could scan my retina

for high-security accounts,
but apparently not.

- You guys, something happened.

- What's wrong?
- I'm calling the cop.

Officer Clement?
Yes, he came back.

No, he did not come back to the
house, but he broke into my car.

Technically, he did not break
into my car,

but he attacked me
while I was in my car.

Uh, well, he grabbed the
car door and then I,

I Maced him.
But he was the attacker.

It wasn't me.
- Can you put him on speaker?

- Yeah.
[Officer] To help you,

I'm just having trouble
understanding what happened.

What was the provocation for
you to draw your weapon?

- Are you listening to Edie?
She said she was attacked.

[Officer] Who is this?

- Oh, I'm Edie's... uh, friend.

Can you guys get serious
about this case?

[Officer] Look, we take every
allegation serious,

but you gotta understand,
all I hear from her

is circumstantial information.

I've got nothing to pursue.

If you have something,
please give it to us.

- What about the burglar alarms?

[Officer] Like I said before,
that alarm can be confusing.

There's no shame in struggling
with the technology.

- What are you even
talking about?

- Okay, let me ask you guys
this question.

What do you need
from us to make a case?

[Officer] Bring me
any real evidence,

not just what
she says of foul play,

and I will do everything
I can to work with that.

- Thank you, Officer Clement.

[call clicks off]

- Okay, I don't understand.

How can he say there's
not evidence?

They have the footage
from last night.

I mean, that dude has to be on
it. Can we see it, Boss?

- Well, I have no idea how.

They have their own access
at the company.

- Okay, well, where is
your security room?

- Security room?

[Edie] Your monitors.

- Monitors? This isn't
the Pentagon.

The footage is on there,
but I can't remember the login.

- Well, this is your
password book, right?

Here it is, security.

Do you mind?

- Well, would you look at that?

Ooh! I'm having a hunger pang.

- Cubanos, right?
- Yes.

- Cubanos. It's that time.
Come on.

- Wait, but...

- Told you I was famished.

- You ready?
- Mm-hmm.

[Mateo] All right.

[Cubanos sizzling]

- So, the key... is the second
cast iron.

That's how you get
that nice melding of flavors.

- You act like
it's rocket science.

- Well...

- What?
[sighs]

Mateo? I've got something!

[Mateo] Hmm?

- Well, I just watched
the footage.

Our one and only chance
at giving the cops

any hard evidence and, well,
look at this.

The driveway cam looks
like this since yesterday.

- What?

- That's strange!

- Yeah, it is strange,

especially considering that
Mateo went

through all that trouble
trimming the leaves

so we could see.

- Oh my God, what did I do?

- Yeah, Mateo, just go fix it.
- Okay. Mm-hmm.

- Edie, bring the password
book to the library.

- Okay.

[Linette] Open this
bottom cabinet.

Grab the new
English dictionary.

[Edie] Okay.

[chuckles]
What is that?

- Well, we'll see.

Okay.

[lock clicking]

Ooh!

Now this is better together.

Just look for the
birth certificate.

Don't bother
with anything else.

[paper crinkling]

- What is this?

- That was my first trip
to Europe.

I loved that boat.

- How old were you?

- I was six, I think.

Is there... is there
a year written on it?

- I don't think so.

Oh, my goodness, look at you.

- That is my boarding
school picture.

My parents sent me there when
I was seven years old.

- Wow, that is really young.

- I was the youngest kid there.

I spent all my time wondering

what I'd done wrong for them
to get rid of me like that.

- Well, Linette, I'm sure they
thought you were better off

at school than you were at home.

- Well, maybe, but I didn't
see it that way.

I just threw myself into making
myself as useful as possible.

I was doing all my chores best
and fastest.

Acing all my tests. Making
myself necessary.

I didn't want
to be sent away again.

It's fine.

It made me who I am today.

Now I call the shots
and not them.

- Well, what can you do?

Parents, they...
they mess you up.

- Yeah, that's a fact.

Ooh, I found it! Here it is.

- Who is Avery Simpson?

- Oh, it's my financial planner.

He's helping me move all
my stocks

into what he calls
stable accounts.

Women my age don't need
to take big risks, he says.

- What, so no wheelchair chase
escapades for Avery?

- That's way too fun for Avery.

[Edie chuckles]

[foil crinkling]

- Oh!
- Oh.

- Everything all right, Boss?

- Oh, just old age.

Any sign of anything?

- No. It's all quiet
out here. You ready?

- May I give you some
advice about aging?

- Please.
- Don't.

Avoid old age
at all costs.

- Come on, it's not all bad.

- Yes, it is.
Everybody knows it.

That's why they try to make us
disappear,

to shove us into nursing homes
and retirement communities.

- Those places are to
help people thrive.

- No, they exist because
society can't stand

seeing bodies decompose

when someone's
still living inside it.

- Well, I think age is cool.

It's powerful. When you've
lived some life,

you've got street cred,
you know.

- You've got aches and bones
you never knew existed.

- Are you telling me I'm going
to discover bones as I age?

See what I'm talking about?
That's badass, Boss!

[gentle music playing]

[Linette] Where are we?

- We are at my place.

We're not
gonna go back to yours.

- What do you mean?
- We're officially hiding out.

And bonus, it's game night.

- Absolutely not!

- This is the safest place
for you to be.

Look, everyone expects
you to be at your house,

not at my place
across town.

- No one is gonna find you.

- I don't want to see inside
whatever dingy hovel

you call home.

- I happen to keep my hovel
fairly clean, so...

- This is kidnapping.

- Well, I packed you
an overnight bag.

You're going to sleep
in my room,

and I'm gonna
take the couch.

- Oh, God, no.

- Okay, look, I know it's not
your idea of luxury,

but it's got to be better
than dead.

- What about Killer?

- Killer's with Mateo, so
he's gonna be just fine.

- This is an ambush,
and you're timing!

I have a bag
full of valuables on my lap,

and I'm quite sure you
have no way of safekeeping them.

- Actually, I do have a place
for valuables. I got you, Boss.

[Ms. Versterberg grumbles]

Hey, hey! We made
it for game night!

- Yay! Oh, I'm so glad you
made it.

And you must be Ms. Versterberg.
I've heard so much about you.

- That's unfortunate.

Edie.

- Oh, yes.

[Edie] Perfect.

- Oh, you can't be serious.

- Oh, come on. Do you actually
think anyone

is coming here
looking for a payday?

- Hmm.

[coins clang in glass]

[sighs]

[jewelry clatters in canister]

[Edie] All right.

I'll go ahead
and get my room ready for you.

Claire, do you want to fill
her in on game night?

- Sure, yes.

[Claire] Let's see.

Have you ever played
Dungeons and Dragons?

- I did come of age in the 60s,
young lady.

But my sex party
days are long gone. Edie!

- First of all, that is just a
game.

Claire, she's not our age.

- Right. Got it.

Let's start over.
What do you do for fun?

[dishes clang on counter]

- That is me and my grandma,

right after I graduated
high school.

- She looks tough.

- Oh, she was tough.

Uh, and loving.
She practically raised me.

My parents weren't really
in a position to do that.

- Unfit?

- You could say that.

And they couldn't
afford boarding school,

so I went to Grandma.

- That's lucky for you.

- Yeah, I really was.
I loved her.

- She's gone?

- Uh-huh. She passed while I
was away at college.

I could have gone somewhere
close by,

stayed home with her,
but I um... I didn't.

- And that's why
you do this work.

[doorbell chimes]

[Claire] Edie, can
you let them in?

- Yeah.

[door opens]
- Hi, can I help you?

- Hi.
[Edie gasps]

I'm just here to talk. Sorry I
confronted you earlier.

- How did you find us?

- It's my job.
Please, may I?

- You stay right there.

- What are your intentions
with Ms. Versterberg?

- To keep her safe.
Who hired you?

- A friend of Ms. Versterberg,

who's concerned
about her well-being.

Why'd you bring her here?

- To keep her away from you.

Are you telling me you're not
trying to kill her?

[scoffs]
- Are you kidding me?

No. I just wanna make sure
she's okay.

Why were you running with her?
She could have been hurt.

- Because you were chasing us.

- I think we're on
the same side.

- I think you're trying
to trick me.

- Are the phones working okay?

My client's been calling
the house to check up on her,

but she never picks up.

- Maybe my client doesn't want
to speak to your client.

- That's highly unlikely.
They're very close.

Unless she's suffered some kind
of paranoid break,

which given
who you think I am, tracks.

- Paranoid? Why would
you say that?

- Preston, my client, heard
that she was the victim

of a break-in a few days ago.
Right after that,

she stood him up
for a coffee date,

and now he thinks
that she's blocked his number.

What about you? What's your
relationship to Ms. Versterberg?

- I'm her home care aide.

I'm sorry, did you say your
client's name was Preston?

- Did she mention him?

- Shoot.

[flashback whooshes]

- Do you know a Preston?

- Scammer.

- Linette!

I... I should have caught it.

- Caught what?

- Mr. Metzler,

my client doesn't seem
to remember your client anymore.

He did call the house
the other day,

and she
thought he was a scammer.

- So, what are you thinking?
Dementia?

- Yeah, somebody else mentioned

that she wasn't acting
herself lately.

And I guess I just
completely ignored the signs.

I'm really sorry.

- I see.

- I'm going to go ahead and
take her home now.

And I will call memory
care first thing in the morning

and make sure she gets
all of the help she needs.

Actually, would you do me
a favor

and ask your client
to please visit her?

I know she doesn't remember,
but I swear it helps.

- I'll be sure to let him know.
Thank you so much.

- Yeah, and sorry.

[door shuts]

- So, I can be a wizard.

- You can be.

- Hmm, strange game.

- Where are they?

- Oh, we're going.

- Really?

- Oh my, finally.

- Mateo?

- There's my favorite
creature. Oh!

I love you. Don't tell anybody.

- Where is he?
I saw his truck out back.

- He's a hungry boy.
Did that doofus not feed him?

- Well, I'm,
I'm texting him now.

Are you good while
I get his food?

- We'll be fine.

Such a baby.

[mysterious music playing]

You might as well go back
to your friends.

I can put myself to bed.

- Boss, do you remember Preston?

- The scammer on
the phone the other day?

- Yes, but do you know him?

- You think I'm lying.

- No, no, I do not
think you're lying.

- You think I'm crazy.

- I do not think you're crazy.

I think you may be
a little confused,

which is totally normal for an
84-year-old

to have the occasional moment
of confusion.

- I'm not confused.
I'm sharp as a tack.

What's gotten into you?

- The man who was following us
is a private investigator.

He was hired by Preston because
you've been ignoring his calls.

He wanted to make sure that
everything was all right.

- What else did he say, this PI?

- Well...

he said that Preston
heard about the break-in.

You didn't show up to a
coffee date, so he was worried.

Is that ringing a bell?

- It's all true.

We were very close.

And he's a scammer.

- How so?

- He's a romance scammer.

I know, it's just so foolish.

He was courting me, I suppose.

Or at least pretending to.

We hadn't even kissed
and he proposed to me.

- Wow.

- Yeah, I couldn't believe it.

An old coot like me, desired.

- Oh, stop it.
That is not what I meant.

- Well, turns out he just
wanted my money.

Maybe he would've...
pretended to love me,

or maybe he would've just
treated me badly

once we were married.

Whatever the case,
I was being played the fool.

- I'm really sorry that that
happened to you, Boss,

and I'm sorry that I doubted
you. The whole PI thing,

I don't know,
it threw me for a loop.

- I just didn't want to get
into it all with you.

- I totally understand that.

And you know what?
Screw that guy.

- Serves me right for
entertaining thoughts

of romantic notions at my age.

Looking back,
it was just so obvious.

- To be fair, romance can mess
with your judgment at any age.

- Tell me about it.

[laughs]

And you entrusting Mateo
with the care of a dog?

- Wait, no, there's, um...
there's no romance there.

- Okay.

- I have not touched a hair
on that man's head.

- Oh, look at
your face light up.

Oh, I don't blame you.
He's sweet.

- We're just friends.

- Mm-hmm.

- Where is he, though?
Are you good? Are we good?

- We're good. Yeah, go find him.

- I'm just concerned.

- Yeah, of course. Of course.

I am too.
Go find Mateo.

Then you can go back
with your friends.

- You trying to get
rid of me, Boss?

I will be right back. Okay?

[worrying music playing]

Mateo!

[Killer barking in distance]

Killer, come here. Come on.

Killer. Shh.

[door rattles]

Boss, there is someone
in the basement.

- Edie, how do you know?
Did you see something?

- No, but Killer was going
crazy at the door.

Just give me your keys.
I need to get down there.

Mateo is
not answering me.

- Edie, put the knife down and
take a breath.

Killer, we must admit,
is not a real guard dog.

- Well, then why would he
be barking like that?

- Well, he probably has PTSD

from when you almost broke
your neck on the stairs.

Just calm down.

- What about Mateo?

- Who knows? If I got scared
every time he wasn't

where he was supposed to be,
I've died of fright ages ago.

[exhales]

You're probably right.

I'm sure he's,
I don't know,

out there chasing
fireflies or something.

- And you thought I was the
one losing my marbles.

- Yeah, look at me.
I'm the paranoid one now, huh?

- Well, it's only natural.
It's frightening being targeted.

- I cannot believe that
Bobby

didn't tell me anything
about this.

- Your supervisor?

He sounds like a real gem.

- Oh, you have no idea.

You know what? How about you
take a rest,

I'll tidy up,
and then I can make us some tea.

- Sounds good.
Then we can all relax.

Goodness.

[Edie] Okay, here we go.

[Linette] A flower? Oh, my.

[sips tea]

Mm. That'll do.

- So, if this PI, Kurt Metzler,
isn't our guy,

who do you think is?

- So, many people want my money.

- Okay, I have to admit,
I don't get it.

How does this work?

- What?
- The money.

I mean, who gets it
when you die? Sorry.

- Oh, that's fine.

You know, I don't really have
any family to speak of.

- Same.

- So, I suppose I was yearning
for that bond.

So, I did one of those

ill-advised genealogy
test things.

- Which one did you do?

- Oh, it's the purple logo one.

- I did the same thing.

- Really?
- Yeah.

- Did you get a promotional
credit in the mail?

- Yes, it sucked me right in.

- Well, on mine, several
distant relatives popped up,

any of whom could inherit
my wealth when I die.

- Do you not have a will?

Doesn't that state who gets
to inherit the money?

- Well, I revoked that
will long ago.

My intended benefactor
just broke my heart.

I haven't been very lucky
in love.

- Again, same.

Can I see your genealogy chart?

- Well, it's...
it's on my computer.

- Oh, I've got you.

I have the app.
What is your login?

I want to know
what our suspect list is.

- Another login.

Who could remember them all?

- Your password book is still
in your bag, right?

Here it is. Let's see here.

[chain saw motor
humming outside]

- What is that awful noise?

- Weird.

[lights clunk off]
Linette?

- What happened?

- Are you okay?

- I'm fine,
but what's happening?

- You stay right here.
Front door is locked.

I will be right back.

- Where's Killer? Killer!

[tense music playing]

[Linette] Killer?!

[strange creak then thump]

[flashlight clicks on]

[music continues]

[Mateo] Whoa. Edie?

What are you doing here?

- Mateo, I was so worried.

I thought you were like
kidnapped or dead or something!

Where were you?

- Well, just in the yard,
downing a sick tree.

Are you okay?

- Yeah. Just freaked.
The power went out.

- Yeah, when the tree came
down, it hit the power lines.

Hey, is Ms. V. inside?

- Wait, why are you downing
a tree?

It's the middle
of the night.

- I thought you guys
were still out.

Plus, Ms. V.
hates loud machines.

Yeah, she makes me use
a manual lawnmower.

- Wait, you're kidding,
like an old-timey one?

- Push mower, no motor.
I mean, it takes forever.

[tsks]
- Come on.

- It's okay, sweetheart.
I'll keep you safe.

- Hi, Boss. We're safe.

I found your culprit.

- Sorry. I-, oh, yes, hello.

We have a couple
of downed power lines.

Yeah, no, no.

- He's on the phone
with the power guys.

- Well, there's matches over
there in the cabinet.

[Edie] On it.

- Edie, go to your game night.

- Boss, you should know this
by now, I'm not going.

- Don't be so stubborn.

- You first.

[Mateo] Yeah, okay. Thank
you. Thank you very much.

Okay, so tomorrow morning
is the best they can do.

Apparently a windstorm took
over the whole grid

a few towns over.

They sent all the emergency
workers there.

- Well, there's some more
candles in the kitchen

on top of the fridge.

- Yes, ma'am.

- Edie, there's no need for you
to sit in a dark house

with an old woman
and no internet.

Go. Have fun with your friends.

- I'm not going.

[Linette] Please don't.

You're doing too much, Edie.

You need a break,
and frankly, I need a break.

Seeing your dwelling space,

it was more than I had
bargained for

when I engaged
your services.

- Okay, you know what?

I'm just gonna go
unpack your bag.

[footsteps tap away]

[jar lid clangs]

[typewriter keys clacking]

Linette. What is this?

- I've had this for ages.

Figured I'd pull it out
and write a new will.

See if I can stop the vultures
from circling.

- No. What is this?

- I don't like how
they make me feel.

- How do they make you feel?

- Forgetful. Tired.

You know I need to be alert.

- We can call your doctor and
see what our options are,

but you can't just stop taking
your medications.

You need it.

- Let's just wait and see
what the doctor says.

[Edie sighs]

- Look, I cannot force you to
take them,

but if you don't,
I can't leave your side,

not even for a second,
until we speak to your doctor.

It's too risky.

- If I take those, will you
leave me alone for the night?

- Sure.

Resuming your regimen would
be adequate preventative care.

So, if that's what I need
to do to get you

to take your meds,
I'll go.

You're really sick of me, huh?

[keys jingle]
- These are for the drive gate.

The keypad doesn't work when
there's no electricity.

- Please call me if you need
anything at all, okay?

- Goodbye.

[upbeat music]

- All right, cast your spell.

[die clunks]
- Nat 20. That's good.

- Hey, guys.

- There she is.

- Edie! You made it.

- Now we have a game.

- Hey, are you making
hot toddies?

- She just left work.
Let her chill out.

- Uh, making them does
chill me out, so...

- Chills her out.

- So, Edie's patient...

- Client.
- ...is the target of...

what is it,
Edie? A robber?

- Yeah, something like that.

People suck, and that lady
is a national treasure.

- She's really rich, huh?

- Yeah, and she's also really
smart and unexpectedly cool.

- Is she single?

- Ew! That's not funny.

- So, sensitive.

- Look, I literally thought
there was someone

inside the house tonight
trying to kill her, okay?

- Wait, what? What happened?

[mysterious music playing]
- Yeah, it's a long story.

[water rushes]

[keys clacking]

[pen scratches]

- Mateo?!

- And that is the sad story
of Linette Versterberg.

Okay, so where were we?

- Wait, Edie,
this is an insane job.

- Thank you, Greg. That's what
I keep trying to tell her.

- Well, it is insane that
people will try

to take advantage of her because
she is old and lonely.

- Sure, or counterpoint,

it's messed up that she has so
much money

that she might actually
have to die over it.

- I'm sorry, you cannot
be serious right now.

- I mean, it's just working
stiffs like us

who are just trying
to get our fair share.

- Greg, not cool.
We know that you love--

- You know, if it's like
a modern Robin Hood,

like redistribution of
the wealth,

that's a different story, but--

- Hold on. Why are we assuming
that the criminal

is somehow our hero here?

- 'Cause it's impossible to
have rules in a corrupt society.

- This is not about rules.

This is about being a decent
human being

and protecting society's
most vulnerable.

- Greg's imagining some
disenfranchised father of six

just trying to put food
on the table.

- Maybe. I mean, could be.
I mean,

there's plenty of vulnerable
people out there, Edie.

- Hey, you know what?

I actually happen to have her
genealogy chart right here.

- It'll be a bunch of other
rich people.

They stick together.

- Concentration of wealth.

This is what I'm talking
about. If she's so good,

why doesn't she just
redistribute her wealth

amongst the masses?

- Maybe that's what
she's doing.

She is working
on her will tonight.

- Really? What if she
leaves it all to you?

[half laughs]

- Could open up your tea shop.

- Yeah, no. She's gonna
do something big.

I don't know what, but...

Something that'll make
the papers

and let all of her relatives
know

that killing
her would not make them rich.

- Wait, donate it
all to charity?

- Yeah. Honestly,

would not be shocked if she
donated it all

to the animal shelter that
her guard dog came from.

[all chuckle]

[mysterious music continues]

[wheelchair wheels rattling]

- Mateo! Where are you?!

Mateo, where are you?!

[Killer whining]

[music intensifies]

[flashback whooshes]

- I've been meaning to talk
to you about Linette, right?

[Edie, whispering] It's Mateo.
- Edie?

- I have to go. I can't
believe I missed that.

- Missed what?

- It's him! Bye.

[call ringing]

Come on, Boss,
pick up. Pick up!

[call chimes off]

[call ringing]

[Officer] This is Clement.

- Officer Clement,
I know who it is!

[Officer] Who am I talking to?

- Hello? Hello?

[call clicks off]
Come on.

What? I know I locked that gate.

Linette?

- Linette!!

[mysterious music continues]

- Boss?

[Linette grunts]

[tape zipping]

[Edie groaning]

What?

- I'm sorry, Edie. I didn't
want to have to do this.

- Where's Mateo? Mateo?!

- Mateo's taking Killer

to the 24-hour pet hospital
three towns over.

- What? What happened?

- I gave the dog chocolate

so I could get them both out
of the house.

No reason for them
to suffer.

- Suffer? Suffer what? I...

- Also gave Mateo my new will,

so he could mail it
to the lawyer.

That's thanks to you, Edie.

You're such a good accomplice.

- I...

what are you
talking about?

- But I did wonder if I could
effectively

replace Linette's original.
What a mess.

- I don't understand.

- Edie, you deserve to.

You see, I, I thought I had to
transfer

all the funds to myself. But
this is so much easier.

If it works.

- If what works?

- Of course, the whole thing
would have been so much easier

if I'd hadn't felt the need
to tell Bobby off.

But you know how he is. We got
in this big shouting match,

and he made me turn in my keys.

- How do you know Bobby?

Bobby never speaks directly
to our clients.

- First Sunrise wouldn't even
have any clients if he did.

He is such a jerk, even when
he's trying to be nice.

- True.

You're not Linette Versterberg.

- Oh.

So, I didn't give you a
concussion. I was wondering.

- So, what? Are you like,
her, her case manager?

- Played her pretty well,
though, didn't I?

- Why on earth would you--

- Somebody saw us on the street.
Thought I was her sister,

so I got this idea,
you know, I thought maybe.

[Edie grunts]

I was just so nervous about it.

I-I didn't think I could
play it off.

- Transfer funds.

[flashback whooshes]

Who is Avery Simpson?

- Oh. Oh,
it's my financial planner.

- You're Avery Simpson.

- Linette's former
nurse and future benefactor.

- What have you done?

- You know, I can barely
believe it myself.

And I was so terrified when
I had to break back

into the estate
and replace her.

- What did you do?

- What I had to do.

And then you showed up.

And you were so adamant
about staying and helping.

So, I made it look
like the intruder returned.

I thought it would scare
you off, Edie.

[alarm whooping]

[gasps]

- Are you okay?

- So, you weren't having
a panic attack?

- No!

- So, this was all a lie?

The wheelchair, the intruder,
the boarding school story?

- That one was true.

I haven't really told anyone
else that,

but it was a group home,
not a boarding school.

[shaky inhale]

- Lin- ... Avery, just...

take me to wherever
you have Linette.

We can talk this through.

- We can't.

- Look, I know, I know that it
sounds impossible right now,

but we can figure
this out, okay?

We can, we can find a solution.
We can undo this together.

- At least you never had
to work for her. What a monster.

- How so?

- She was a classic rich bitch.

Demanding. Judgmental.

I'm sure you know the type.

- So, she never let up, huh?

- She didn't even learn
my name.

And I'm nine years younger.

And she has everything.
And I have nothing.

Turns out, hard work
doesn't mean squat

if you don't
have the right pedigree.

[angry exhale]

The system is stacked against
people like us, Edie.

- So, what, you decided
to buck the system?

- I decided to take
my life back.

[flashback whooshes]

[Avery] After Bobby took
my access keys.

[Linette] Hurry up.

[Avery] I snuck back
onto the grounds.

Bobby didn't even bother
to have

her case manager
tell her I was gone.

[alarm whooping]

I almost chickened out. I don't
know. Maybe I should have.

[Linette] Where were you?

Go find out what that noise
was all about.

[Avery] But she couldn't come
and help.

[Linette] It just isn't what it
used to be.

[Avery] And my plan was
airtight. I thought, anyway.

[Avery grunts]

[Linette screams then gasps]

[alarm whooping]

[Avery] I timed it all out.

I had ten minutes to finish
the job.

It would take two minutes
for her to go unconscious.

I'd deal
with the rest later.

[Avery grunting]

[knocking on door]

- Police! Open up!

Police! Police!

Police!
We're comin' in!

Stand back. I'm gonna
kick it in.

Mrs. Versterberg?

- Yes, officer?

- Ma'am, are you all right?

- What are you doing on your
knees? Go find the burglar.

He... he went out the back.
Follow him!

[flashback whooshes off]

That cop had just seen me the
week before

when I was timing
the alarm system.

He didn't even notice.

Like I said, Edie,

no one looks
at you when you're old,

especially when you're a woman.

But if you have money,
they have to pay attention.

[flashback whooshes]

So, I came up with the perfect
plan, a victimless crime,

'til you showed up. Why'd they
have to send you, Edie?

[Edie] Hi.

[Mateo] I uh, figured you

didn't want a murder
on your hands.

[Avery] There was no time to
check the rooms for anything

that would tip you off
to my game,

so I kept the doors
locked just in case.

[door handle rattles]

[flashback whooshes off]

And now... the locked doors
will slow down the firefighters.

[nervous exhale]

So, that's it.

- Avery, where is Linette now?

[shrieks]

- Oh, relax. Like you haven't
seen a dead body before.

[gasps]

You have to burn the body.

[gasoline sloshing in can]

Can't leave anything to autopsy.

- You killed her? Your job was
to help her and you killed her?!

- Edie, Linette was an heiress.

- So she deserved to die?

- She certainly didn't
deserve that money!

Even though she thought she
was better than everyone else.

- And you think you deserve it?

- I need it.

I transferred half the funds to
myself, her financial planner.

Hopefully the rest will
come through the will,

but if not...

well, with half her
family fortune,

I can enjoy my sunset years.

[stunned exhale]

- Oh, my God.

You think you're
going to get away with this?

- I know I will.

I tried to get you out, Edie.

I just wanted to make it look
like she died in a fire.

That's all.
- Avery, no!

- I even told First Sunrise
that I, Linette,

gave you the night off

so you wouldn't get
in trouble for the accident.

- Please, please, Avery,
just stop. Please!

- I can't.

I've given my whole life
to other people.

It's time for me
to put myself first.

- No, Avery, there has to be
another way!

Please, please, stop!
Please!

Avery, this, this isn't you.
Avery, please! Avery, stop!

- I'll miss you, Edie.

You're a spitfire.
Remind me of myself.

- No, no this isn't you.
This isn't you!

- Oh, Edie, you don't
know me at all.

- I do. I do. I know you.

I know, I know that you're
tough as nails,

and that you're smarter
than most,

and that you have
a wicked sense of humor.

- It doesn't matter.

- Avery, it matters. You matter.

You asked me what
our relationship was.

You and I are family.

Not by blood, sure.

But whatever you are going
through right now,

if you were to show up at
my door, I would let you in.

- Even now?

- Yes. Even now.

You can stop. I can help.

- It's too late.

- No, Avery...

- It's just too late.

[Edie] No, Avery! Avery! Avery!

[grunting]

[gasoline sloshing in can]

[gasoline splashing]

[grunts loudly]

[tense music playing]

[Edie grunts]

[footsteps run up stairs]

[clock ticking]

- Oh no, you don't.

[strikes match]
- Ah!

[Edie panting]

[door handle rattles]
Come on!

[door opens]
Oh, thank God!

- I spent three years in
this house, Edie.

I know every direction
you can go.

- Avery, don't do this.
You're going to regret it.

- I bet you a million I won't.

[tense music playing]

[keys jingling]

[Edie gasping]

- Avery, just stop, okay?
Just stop!

Avery, enough!
Enough!

[Mace hissing]

[Avery groaning]

It's over now.

Avery, it's over.

We can face them together.

- I didn't want to kill you.

- I know. And you didn't.

So, let me help you, Avery.

- Edie's a really nice girl.
[door opens]

- Well, I look forward
to meeting her.

- Don't Mace me.

- Kurt, what are you doing here?

- Just closing out my contract.

Preston, please meet
Edie Brown.

She was the nurse on duty
the night your cousin was found.

And Edie, this is
my client, Preston Versterberg,

Linette's cousin.

- How do you know Mateo?

- The gardener?

- Yes, I saw you two together

in front of
the art store last week.

- Oh, yes. I spotted him
in town.

Recognized him from here.

He told me, erroneously,
that Linette was alive.

Why do you ask?

- Well, that is a long story.

- Well, I had something.
Let me see. Here.

It's what Linette would
have wanted had she met you.

- I'm sorry for your loss,
Mr. Versterberg.

- Well, you couldn't save
my cousin.

But you caught her killer.

I won't forget you, Ms. Brown.

[embarrassed chuckle]

We should finish up before
the Christie's people arrive.

[Kurt] Take care.
- Bye.

[gentle music continues]

Huh. Hey, you.

- Hey.

- I just met your new boss.

- Yeah. Yeah, he's gonna keep
me on

until he finds someone
to buy the place.

- Oh, that's great.
You know, he's really generous.

You should show him
your paintings.

- Funny that you should
say that, because um...

[chuckles]

[truck door shuts]

- Wow, Mateo.

- I was gonna give it to you,

but then you know everything
happened and,

and I wasn't sure, so...

- It's beautiful.

- Sorry if it's weird,
you know, it's just...

- No, this is... this is
a good memory.

It's who she
wanted to be, you know?

- Yeah. This is her dream.

- I'm still trying to figure
out what was real

and what wasn't.

I really do feel like
the friendship was real.

I don't know, it's messing
with my head.

- Do you want to talk about it
sometime? I mean, uh, with me?

- I want that. Yes.

- I'll call you.

- Perfect. We'll talk soon.

- From the permit office.

[envelope crinkles]

- It's my cafe permit.

- I'll call the crew. We gotta
go out and celebrate.

- Killer?

[paws tapping]

Hello. Hi.

Okay.

Ready?

There you go.

Good boy.

[gentle music]

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