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[classical music playing]

Everett.

What have you done?

[guttural gasping]

[muffled screaming]

[screaming]

Nancy!

Nancy! Nancy! Nancy!

Hey. Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Hey, hey, it was just
a nightmare. It's okay.

You're okay.
You're okay.

[shallow breathing]

It's okay.

♪ ♪

You want to talk
about that nightmare?

It's probably just anxiety

over my meeting
with Celia this morning.

We're going over

the guest list for Everett's
Beat the Rap party.

Maybe she wants to rehearse

how you're going to tell Everett
you're his granddaughter.

Unless you've changed your mind
about that?

[sighs]

Here we go.

So that's still the plan?

You're giving away
entire identity.

No, I'm not.

I'm playing a role.

Nancy Drew will be tucked away
inside of me the whole time.

Don't worry.

[door opens]

NICK:
Well, we tried to link Everett

to extortion and tax evasion,
and we almost had him

on conspiracy to murder
with the Bonny Scot,

but then Nancy put
a stop to that.

Still, we know
he's had people killed.

And my contact at the company,
Howard the accountant...

he's supposed to be meeting us.

He sent me an
encrypted text saying

there's something called
"the Black Crown tape"

that shows Everett
committing a murder himself.

RYAN:
Yeah, and this-this could be

the straw that takes down
the whole house of dominos.

Okay, mixed metaphors aside,

don't you think something smells
a little fishy here?

Your contact is over
a half an hour late.

And why would someone
keep a murder tape?

Well, if it exists,
I can think of a few reasons

someone might keep
something like that around.

Most of them nasty.

Maybe we should go
by Howard's hotel.

He's staying at the Breaker.

Okay.
Thank you.

[clears throat]
So, everybody...

[entry bell jingles]

now that the distractions

have gone, can we please... hi...

focus on the matter at hand...

dating profile pic.

Cute.

I'm really... gonna need
some more feedback here, guys.

Unless she wants me
to keep pining

for the ghost
that lives inside her.

She doesn't. She has enough
on her plate already,

what with the dire warning
she got from Aunt Mei.

What dire warning?

[bell clangs, sea gull squawks]

[classical music playing]

"Everett and Josiah Hudson."

Everett.

Good morning.

I saw your name
on my wife's schedule, so

I'm taking the opportunity
to speak with you.

Is Celia running late?

Mm. I wouldn't expect my wife

to keep track of time today.

She gets this way when she's
planning one of her parties.

All obligations
go out the window

when table settings
are on the line.

Well, I should go find her then.

I have a job for you.

Celia is convinced that your...

skills as an investigator
could be an asset to our family.

After your performance with the
D.A. recanting your testimony,

I'm willing
to give you another chance

to demonstrate your loyalty.

You mean you want to test me.

What's the job?

While I was under indictment,

several of my accounts
were frozen.

Hmm. I've been forced
to clean up

some messes that never
should have been made.

And that has revealed
some issues

with one
of my favorite accountants.

What's the problem?

Numbers not adding up, or...?

Howard has been less
than careful

with confidential
corporate information.

Someone got in his head,

convinced him to start
telling tales out of school.

Howard wouldn't confess to it
when I fired him yesterday,

but I need to know
who has been talking to him,

and who else, in turn,

Howard has been leaking lies to.

Lies about me and my company.

Why are you asking me?

Don't you have people
for this kind of thing?

Since Howard was compromised,

I no longer know who I can trust
among my other employees.

I had his phone and
computer confiscated.

I can have them
delivered to your house.

I'll let you know what I find.

Mr. Driscoll?

It's Amanda from front desk.

Howard?

You try his cell?

No answer.

Huh.

VAL:
well, there's no "Do Not Disturb"

on the door... maybe it's time
to make up his room?

Mm. That's it? You're just
gonna ask for, like, a favor?

I'm sorry. I thought
that the bribe was implied.

Hmm.
Um, all I've got
is big bills, so...

That'll do.

NICK:
His bed's made?

Housekeeping hasn't
been in here, right?

Maybe the dude's just tidy.

VAL:
His bag's over here, but

I don't see a videotape.

Uh, something's

blocking this door.

[grunting]

[grunts loudly]

Aah!
Oh, my God!

[Val coughs]

[gasping]
VAL: Okay.

I'm starting to believe that
murder videotape of Everett's

does exist.

And someone here really
didn't want it found.

[gasps, pants]

Hey, guys.

Oh, my...
Okay, um,

I'm gonna call the cops.

Don't touch anything.

Uh, so,

it looks like
Howard killed himself.

Yeah, "looks like."

NICK:
What do you mean?

Window doesn't open all the way,

and the door was blocked
from the inside.

Yeah, but a killer
could have slipped out.

What, you think someone

made him swallow pills
and just fake his suicide?

I think your father has
the motive and the means

to make this happen.

[phone buzzing]

[soft gasp]

[whispering]:
It's Nancy. Oh, no.

No. Um...

[clears throat]
Hello?

Hey, is Howard Driscoll
your source?

Everett asked me to find out
who made Howard turn on him.

Oh, he... he asked you?

Am I... and I crazy or are you
on the job for Everett Hudson?

He's testing me.
I'm obviously

not gonna tell him anything
about you and Ryan.

NICK:
So, Everett knows

Howard was talking?
NANCY: Yeah.

It's pretty clear that
there's a piece of information

Everett is worried about.

He fired Howard for sharing it,

but he doesn't know
who Howard shared it with.

NANCY:
Have you been in contact

with Howard recently?
NICK: Uh,

no, No. No, I haven't
connected with him since we...

since we first met.

Um, sorry.
I'll-I'll see you later.

[click, dial tone]

CELIA:
Nancy? Okay.

Nancy? There you are.

I am handling
a million different things.

So much is riding on this party.
Mm.

Oh, God, I made such
a mistake with that list.

Can we talk about
the guest list in a second?

Everett just asked
me... I know.

I know. We... talked.

He said he needed my help.

I don't know what he's after.

We need to be careful.

Now, I have to do an interview,

and then I'm gonna go and
confirm the floral arrangements.

Let's talk there.

Okay. Great. The flower shop.

What time?

Was that a 2:00?

Or 3:00?

Okay.

Do you...

want me to clear this away,
or...?

I'm not sure.

Celia Hudson asked me to do
this preparty puff interview,

but what are the odds
I'm being stood up again?

Pretty decent.

But, actually, meanwhile,

while I have you,

you're a slightly judgy
outside observer, right?

Can you, um, can you look
at this profile with me,

please? No, no, no,
it's okay. Look.

I have pottery, okay?

I have a dog and a cat.

Here's me on top of a mountain.

Here's me underneath the water.

But it... Obviously,
someone has been cut out

in these photos,
right? I mean...

This isn't you. Who is this? I-I don't know.

It's just someone's
dating app screaming,

"Look how great my life is.

I am totally whole
and undamaged."

Bess, what is the problem?
Just be yourself.

A former con artist who likes
to dabble in the supernatural

looking to rebound
from a crush on a dead woman!

Excuse me one second. I am unswipable.

RYAN:
Hey, Ace.

So, I've got a guy
over at the Seabury Prison

who confirmed
that Howard was there yesterday

visiting an inmate.

What does that mean,
you got a guy?

I got a guy. Okay?

That's for your girlfriend.
She's been helping us out.

Maybe she can
keep helping us out.

Look, if this inmate

pointed Howard
to the murder tape,

then we need to pay
this inmate a visit.

Who's the inmate?

Bertram Bobbsey.

Gil and Amanda's dad?

CARSON:
Hey. This came for you.

Messenger from Everett Hudson.

Used to send me packages

like this.
I regret every one I opened.

Everett asked for my
help with a mission.

Part olive branch,
part loyalty test.

You were the one that said,

"Do whatever it takes
to stay alive."

Before you recanted
your testimony.

Before he asked you
for whatever this is.

Another piece of your soul?

NANCY:
Howard Driscoll's ID and passwords.

Aah.

[exhales]

You're just being dramatic.

I'm just being protective.

[computer chimes]

You know, it was Kate who
pulled me away from the Hudsons

after you were born.

She saw what they were
pushing me to become,

so she said, "Let's pack
our bags and go to Europe."

Running away didn't really fix
your problems, did it?

What if you talked to the D.A.
about turning state's evidence?

Are you suggesting
I go into witness protection?

That's your plan B?

There's...
[sighs]

[computer chimes]

I can see
why Everett wanted help.

What kind of email address
even is this?

That's an inmate address.

I use the same connection
service at Seabury Prison.

Whose laptop is this? Everett's
favorite accountant.

Who's been leaking information
to Nick.

And I would ask Nick about it,

but I think
he's been lying to me.

So, Howard was talking
to someone in the prison, too.

Someone who sent some emails
last week.

Something
about missing payments.

[sighs]
Maybe Howard knows what

the payments are for. Okay, undoubtedly something
that you should stay away from.

Please, stop before engaging
with Everett any further.

Not while Nick and Ryan
are still out there unprotected.

I'll tell you what. I...

I'll hold off
on answering Everett, okay?

Okay. Running late anyway.

I promised Celia that I would
meet her at the flower shop.

I knew you were
hiding something.

Why are you shutting me out?
NICK: We're looking out for you, Nancy.

Lives are on the line,

and you are over leveraged
with too many loyalties.

I took this case
to look out for all of us.

He's dead, Nancy.

Howard is dead.

NICK:
We found him in his hotel room.

Cops are there now, and it looks
like a very convenient suicide.

NANCY:
If Everett is closing the loop

on people that he can't trust,

you two could be next. Everett is
a lot less worried

about what Howard told us

than what his prisoner
friend told Howard.

[lock buzzes]
Bertram Bobbsey.

Former Hudson groundskeeper.

I ID'd him

through his pay history,
which predates incarceration.

We're after
the same information.

We can work together.

Okay. Well, I-I called ahead
to talk to Mr. Bobbsey.

NICK:
You won't be able to get in. Uh,

his visiting hour's been booked
by a family member.

We're out here waiting

for Amanda Bobbsey.

She's already inside
with her dad.

Hmm.

And I think it's best
if you just

step back from this one.

You don't know me at all,
do you?

[lock buzzes]
[footsteps approaching]

Hi, Dad.

Well, this is very irregular.

Who's this boy
who is not your brother?

Uh, mm, this-this is Ace.

Good to meet you, sir.

You, too.

She never lets me meet
her boyfriends.

This must be important.

Uh, Dad, you had
a visitor recently.

Yeah.

Also not your brother.

He's stubborn like that.
BERTRAM: I bet you

can get through to him, though.
AMANDA: Okay, fine.

If I bring him with
me next Sunday,

will you answer some questions
about your other visitor?

Aw, anything for you,
Panda Bear.

[lock buzzes]

RAY:
I know I owe you a favor

from that thing with my niece
at the ski jump,

but there's nothing I can do.

There's limits on visitations.
Okay.

Can you tell me about this man
that was here yesterday?

Glasses, tie with a big knot.

Name's Howard Driscoll?

RAY:
Yeah, I checked him in.

I thought he was a lawyer.

He got pissy when I said
he couldn't take his pen

and pad in.
That's the rules.

Got it.

Yeah, some people
like to take longhand notes.

Thank you.

Seems like it'd be easier to
talk to Howard yourself, though.

Right? Instead of coming
out here to see me? He told our friends

about a tape.

Did he learn about it from you?

The Black Crown tape.

Yeah. Yeah,

I told him
where it was locked up.

I thought
it'd kick the gears into place

and get my canteen money
flowing again.

Wait.

He didn't try to get
in the hiding place, did he?

What would happen if he did?

It might defy nature.

Like a flower that grows
in total darkness.

You see,

the help sees more
than you think they do.

I saw Everett Hudson
burn that tape.

I saw him smash it into pieces.

I saw him throw it in the bay.
But no matter what he did,

that tape just kept coming back.

It'd show up on his doorstep
in perfect condition every time.

If that's not a haunting,
I don't know what is.

And if you can't destroy
something like that,

you better hide it.

ACE:
So, before this, Everett

had you on payroll
to keep you quiet?

Because you know where
the bodies are buried?

Panda Bear, everybody knows
where the bodies are buried.

But why are you asking me?

Hmm?

If Howard told your friends,
then why can't he tell you?

H-He's dead.

It happened this morning.

Guard!

You need to forget

you heard anything about this.

The only reason I told Howard
about that tape

was to get him
to start paying me again.

He shouldn't have looked
any farther,

and neither should you.
Mr. Bobbsey,

if the tape
is worth killing for,

you could be next. We... Guard,

we're done here!

[lock clicks]

Dad, just tell us
where Everett hid

the tape. You know too much already.

Dad...

[lock beeps, clicks]
What do you know?

AMANDA:
What I know about my dad
is he loves to collect keys.

NICK:
And by that, you mean
your father steals keys.

He holds on to them.

Just in case.

Okay. There is a lock
that needs opening.

"Try to get in the place," he said.

The videotape is locked up.
AMANDA: Right.

And for every lock,
there's a key.

What did he do for your family?

Well, he looked after
the grounds at the lodge.

Made an okay garden trellis,
too, I guess.

Thanks?
RYAN: Wait.

I think this went to my high school Porsche.
ACE: Do you recognize

any others?

[phone buzzing]

It's Nancy.

Hey.

So, what was
in Howard's notebook?

He didn't turn it over.

It's property
of Hudson Enterprises.

Um, uh, wh-what notebook?

The GPS on Howard's phone

says that he only drove

to the prison and his hotel.

If I find out that you removed
the notebook from his room

and you are lying... Look, Nancy,

we didn't take anything
from a murder scene. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Anything we say to her could
make its way to Everett.

[thunder rumbles]

Wait, if Howard drove,
where's his car?

[phone buzzing]

Your mother's beyond late
for our interview.

RYAN:
Yeah, well, I told you.

Before a party,
she's like a chicken

with her head cut off, so...

Hey, you didn't happen to see
a notebook

at, uh, the hotel, did you?

It would've been
in Howard's things?

No. Why?

Well, I think we're about
a half a step ahead of Nancy,

but you're a lot closer
to the hotel than we are.

I'm on it.

[siren wails]

NANCY:
Let's see what Howard's phone can do.

[lock chirps]

♪ ♪

[grunts softly]

Taking evidence
from a dead man's vehicle.

Hmm. May require
some explaining.

[thunder rumbles]

All I have to do is whistle.

You know you started
this whole thing, right?

With your quest to drag every
Hudson on the front page.

The ripple effect is spreading.

You're gonna get
somebody killed.

Maybe you already did.

That's not worth a Pulitzer.

Okay, just give me the notebook.

Give me the n...

[car beeps]

Now neither of us can have it.

Howard wrote down
GPS coordinates

that point
to the Hudson Hunting Lodge?

What the hell is there?

[phone buzzing]

Hey, Bess.

George wants to know
if you're ever gonna show up

Oh.
For your shift.

Did-did she not get my text?
That's so weird.

I can't come in.

I convinced Nick and Ryan
to let me help.

And I think I have a location.

Of what?

The thing they want
really badly.

[gasps]
The Black Crown tape.

Oh, my gosh, how did you get...

Oh, sorry, that's Nick
calling on the other line.

I got to go. Bye.

Mm.

I think Nancy just used
me for information.

Yeah. And I don't know
how I feel about that.

And I'm not sure
how I feel about Nancy

skipping another shift again,
but, hey, here we all are.

Hope Jesse feels like
being a waitress again today.

Do you want to talk about
what's really bothering you?

Hey, Ace told me
that Aunt Mei said

something about your lifeline

being cut short
'cause of Odette.

[sighs]
Not talking about that.

Anyway, you're just using that
as an excuse

not to finish
your dating profile.

No, I'm deleting that. No way.

No, I'm gonna be a
ghost-whispering spinster

for the rest of my life, and
no profile can change that.

[laughs softly]
Read the latest draft.

[sighs]

"Looking for someone
whose sense of wonder

will match my own.

Someone who is open
to new experiences,

who is unafraid of looking
at the world in a way

that challenges prior beliefs.

Someone who is courageous and loyal

like I am."

Mm-hmm.

Just thought that people
should know the truth.

You wrote this?

With a little help from Odette.

Most of the good stuff
was her idea.

But not all of it, of course.

Some of it was mine.

We both just want you
to be happy, Bess.

[laughs]

Thank you.
[sniffles]

And...

Hey, I won't press you
to tell me what Aunt Mei said,

but if you are ready to
talk about it, then...

I will come to you, I promise.

Good.

Hi. Sorry I'm late.

I-I'm in the middle of trying

to track something down
for your husband.

The Black Crown tape.

Have you heard of it?

No.
I'm just trying to figure out

if it's something
that E-Everett needs

or it's something
that he already knows about

and is using to trap me
or other people.

Everett.

I think Everett found out.

He knows our little secret.

Are you sure? What did he say?

I know my husband,
and something isn't right.

I should have done
more to protect you.

To protect myself.

You're not the only secret
that I've kept from Everett.

Now what if this has
put you in more danger?

I mean, what kind
of a grandmother am I?

I-I think that if Everett
knew the truth,

he'd bother putting me
through a loyalty test.

Right now, I'm playing my part.

As-as long as I get

Everett the information
he needs about Howard,

then I should be good.

I'll have proven myself.

Well, that's not
our only problem.

The florist will not confirm
the details of our delivery.

You know, you tell someone
that their work is substandard

once, okay, maybe twice,
and all of a sudden

they act as if they're
too good for your business.

Okay, well, I will talk to Lily.

Yes. Do that.

And do tell her

that I disapprove
of her customer service.

I will... definitely
not do that.

What I want to know is
why did Everett

keep paying Bobbsey
after he went to jail.

Was it to keep him quiet
about the Black Crown tape?

No. No, Bobbsey would be dead

if Everett thought
he knew about the tape.

The payments Everett makes,
they're for former employees

that are in jail now,
you know, it keeps them happy.

Happy people don't talk

to the Feds about who they saw

coming and going from the lodge

or what they overheard
over the years.

It's kind of like
an insurance policy, you know?

Wait.

This is a greenhouse.

We didn't have a greenhouse.

Really?
No.

VAL:
Must be a clue.

What did you have
that was green?

Uh, tennis courts were green,
uh, swimming pool topiaries.

The old stable

was green.

"Greenhouse."

What was, uh, overgrown?

I mean, pretty much everything.

Bobbsey was a lousy
groundskeeper.

Again, no offense.

Okay, well-well,
what did he work on

that was especially half-assed?

Well, the old stables.

For sure.
And the aviaries.

Totally normal thing to have.

Family mausoleum

Was overgrown.

The...

Was he trying to tell us...?

"Everyone knows where
the bodies are buried."

Yeah, leave it to my dad
to have a sick sense of humor

about where he hides stuff.

Okay, come on.

It's time to go visit
to my favorite relatives.

The dead ones.

[phone buzzing]

Hello, Everett.

What can I do for you?

I wanted to check
on your progress.

Unfortunately,

Howard was found dead
in his hotel.

Apparently it was a suicide.

That's regrettable.

Perhaps he was motivated
by his guilt about betraying me.

Were you able to glean
any information

about who he had been
in contact with?

I was able to locate
his personal notebook, and, um,

the-the most recent entry
before he killed himself

indicates that he met
with someone who gave him

a string of numbers.

I can't figure out
what the numbers mean yet,

but maybe a bank account?

Focus on who gave him
the numbers.

It's imperative that I learn
the identity of that person.

Celia led me to believe you were
more effective than this.

Okay. So...

Everett didn't ask
what the numbers mean

because he already knows.

He wanted to know
who Howard's contact was.

But he must have a way
of finding that out now.

[sighs]

Hey, you know
it's not too late to...

Is that... new?

Yeah, it was a
gift from a friend.

What were you saying?

Um, I was...

I was saying
that it's not too late

for you to change your mind
about this party.

You're putting yourself in
danger, and you know it, Nancy.

You're being reckless.

I am trying to stay alive.

And I'm trying to keep
my friends alive.

And I am trying to be
everything to everyone

and I'm so sick
of everybody doubting me

instead of trusting me,
because I know what I'm doing.

I do trust you.

Nancy, I do trust you.
I'm sorry.

I'm just...

I worry.

Don't.

Okay.

So, then at least humor me.

For old times' sake?

[exhales]

One...

[camera whirring]

You cheated.

[exhales]
Okay.

And...

Thank you. You're welcome.

Be safe tonight.

Especially around Everett.

I will.

I won't walk into any traps.

I won't walk into any traps.

What's wrong?

Nick and Ryan are about
to make a huge mistake

and I need to go stop them.

[crow cawing]

[phone buzzing]

[phone continues buzzing]

[buzzing stops]

[phone buzzing]

Hi. This is Ned Nickerson.

I can't come to the phone
right now.

Please leave a message.

NICK:
Let's get this videotape and
send Everett to jail for good.

[phone buzzing]

[grunting quietly]

[closing door echoes]

♪ ♪

[sighs]

Your family.

You get to desecrate
their graves.

Okay.

Let's start
with the closest one.

VAL:
22 archaeologists died

opening Tutankhamen's tomb.

You believe in curses?

RYAN:
Hey, can we not

right now, please?

[gasps softly]

Do you think he put it...

in there?

Nah, I know my dad's messed up,

but I don't think
he'd go that far.

Hey, guys?

This one barely has
any dust on it.

And the seal looks fresh.

"Elora Hudson."

My Aunt Elora, she was cremated.

No dust.

[Ryan grunts softly]

I thought Everett hid
this evidence years ago.

NANCY:
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!

Stop!

What's going on? You just walked

right into Everett's trap.

[quietly]:
What?

[sighs]
Smile, Ryan,

we're on camera.

I was calling you to warn you.

I spent all day today
trying to make sure

that this didn't happen!

And you played
right into his hand.

Now Everett thinks

that you and Val are
the people that Howard

was leaking to.

Your father knows
that you betrayed him.

The evidence we
were hunting down,

it-it was worth the risk.

Was it?

The videotape isn't in there,

because of course it's not,

because Everett moved it
the second he found out

that Howard was looking into to.

And now Val and Ryan
are next on his hit list.

Congratulations.

VAL:
Okay, but he's not actually

gonna go after his own son. Yes, he is.

Even if he regrets it later,
when Everett gets angry,

he can't control himself.

He sees red. You need
to get her

out of town.

Now.

No credit cards.
Nothing in her name.

Ditch your cell phone.

No communication with work or
with Ryan or your favorite aunt.

Okay? Not until
Everett is gone.

Hey, hey, hey.
Where you going?

Celia managed to convince
Everette to trust me.

If anyone
can stop him from doing

whatever he's about to do
to Val and Ryan, it's Celia.

[car door opens]

[engine starts]

♪ ♪

We need to talk, in private.

Would you help me?

The champagne flutes
are still in the boxes.

Ryan is in trouble.

He was the one
working with Howard,

and now Everett knows. Everett?

I think he knows our secret.

Yeah, I know. You-you
told me that earlier.

Are you okay?

Why aren't you dressed
for the party?

The champagne flutes should be
in here somewhere.

[gasps]

[screams]

[shuddering]

The body is in rigor mortis,

so you've been dead
a minimum of eight to 12 hours.

Maybe all day.

You kept talking about Everett.

[echoing]:
I think Everett found out.

He knows our little secret.

Did Everett kill you?

I don't know. Did-did he hire
somebody?

Was it because of me,
because of...

because he found out,
or was it something else?

I don't remember.
I can't remember.

My God,
how far ahead of me is he?

I thought that I was just having
to pass a loyalty test,

but I already failed.

He...

he murdered you for lying.

His own wife!

And if he's willing
to kill you...

I thought...
I was trying to pr...

I thought that
I could protect everybody,

but now I don't stand a chance.

I don't stand a chance.

[sobbing]
It's okay.

Shh...

[whispers]:
It's okay.

I am so sorry.

I can't stay.

No, no, no, no.
No, no, no, no.

[wind rushing]
Don't go.

No, please don't go.

[indistinct voices in distance]

[eerie, echoing breath]

[breath trembling]

ACE:
You're gonna want to get a new one

in a week or two, max,
just to be safe.

I got Ryan a burner phone, too.

The number's in there...
just, you can't call him

from any other line.

Not sure how you feel
about sardines,

but...
[Bess groans]

This box is pretty
unfortunate, but this book

is really good... so take that.

And then this sweater is
kind of cute,

but wash it before you wear it.

Listen,

this is gonna hold you over
for a while.

No. No, no.
I can't take this.
Yes. Yes, you can.

You have to.
No. I can help you figure this out.

I don't want to leave you.

Let's give them a minute, guys.

Look, Nick can stay, all right?

Because he wasn't caught
on camera.

So he's safe for a while,
but you and I, we're not.

My dad will send
somebody for you. Yeah, but what about you?

I'm gonna stay,
and I'm gonna fight this.

Okay? I can buy time,
but you can't.

But when it's safe,

I'm gonna come get you.

But until then,
I need you to stay underground.

And I need to make sure
that you're okay,

'cause I have already lost
too many women
that I care about.

[exhales]
Care about?

♪ The tone of your voice when speaking... ♪

Take care of the reporter now.

I'll speak to Ryan myself.

♪ I can't take much more ♪

How...

theatrical.

Nice dress.

♪ ♪

♪ Much more... ♪

You hired me because you
were worried about Howard

and what information

he might have leaked.

But it's not him
you should be worried about.

♪ And I'm waiting, waiting ♪

What are those marks?

♪ Patiently ♪

♪ I'll wait patient, I'll wait patient ♪

Mm. Then who should I
be worried about,

in your estimation?

Me.

Your granddaughter.

[rapid clicking]

[strained grunting]

♪ I'm waiting, waiting ♪

♪ Patient, patiently... ♪

Okay, Gil, let's go.

[woman screams, bell dings]

[pencil scribbling]