All language subtitles for imposters s02e08 english

"Imposters"...
- Where did you hide the ring?

- Um, you're not gonna
like it.

- So this ring,
how much is it worth?

- At least $1 million.

- Okay, I'll help you.
- Yeah?

- But when you get it back,
I get 10% of the ring.

- Okay.

- Tell me more
about Sofia.

- I know a lot
about punishment--

the punisher,
the punished,

the one who says,
"That's enough."

Off you go.

- [yelling]

- Calm down!

- Look, we had a problem here.

I'm very sorry.

It wasn't supposed
to go down this way.

- Here it is, Ezra.

You and Julia and Richard--

until further notice,
you work for me.

- This is Charlotte Grovesnor.

Miss Grovesnor lives
in Burlington, Vermont,

and is one of the foremost
collectors of Toby jugs.

Just get
the saffron diamond ring,

deliver it to the Doctor,

and then you can go
your bumbling little way.

- Time to make our move.

The Doctor, we're gonna
stab him in the back, Maxie,

and then in the front

and then maybe on both sides.

We all want out
from under his thumb.

- We're gonna put together

everything
we've ever learned--

every trick, every sleight
of hand, every scam.

We're gonna hunt him down,

and before we deliver him
to the FBI,

we'll take him
for everything he's got.

- Systemic release of metals
with carcinogenic potential.

Despite the conspicuous apathy
displayed by my colleagues,

there can be no doubt

that leaving osteopathic
fixation devices in situ

should be considered
nothing short of malpractice.

- Doctor.
Doctor.

I'm sorry; do you have
a question for the panel?

- I'm coming to that.

- Because we have colleagues
who do have questions.

- Then I'll continue.

If you'll try to follow
my thinking,

the only reason to not remove
an implant

would be the incompetency
of the surgeon.

- We followed just fine,
Jeffrey.

But if we're talking about
implant removal,

maybe--you know, just maybe--

someone should finally remove
that stick from your ass.

[scattered laughter]

- And that's all the time
we have for questions,

so I guess I'll see you all
at happy hour.

- ♪ Those tender kisses ♪

♪ That we first shared ♪

♪ Under the moonlight ♪

♪ When I first dared ♪

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

[glass shatters]

[music intensifies]

[laid-back music]

♪ ♪

- It's a nice place, Vermont--

the hills, the trees,
the quaint little farms.

- And the cows.

So many cows.

- And the cows.
Here we go.

- What's this?

- You're working
for the Doctor now.

He covers expenses.
- Damn.

- Got to spend money
to make money.

- It's not a perk, Richard.
You know, the Doctor is--

- We know.
- Good.

While you get the ring,
we'll do some digging.

If we're going
to take the Doctor down,

we need to find out
who he really is.

- Okay, let's go.

- No, you're staying here.

- You want me to babysit?

- Supervise.

- Uh, we don't need
babysitting.

- This is the plan.

Is that understood?

- [sighs]

- Then let's begin.

Your mark
is Charlotte Grovesnor.

She's 38, divorced, no kids.

Modest, independent means.

- Every Thursday, Charlotte
goes to the antique mall.

She goes there for one thing
and one thing only.

- Hello, there.

Can I interest you
in an Amish quilt?

Or perhaps a Jan McLean doll?

Or maybe a Toby jug.

- No, thank you.
Not for me.

- Ah, here we are.

$350, was it?

- 350 it is
for the very rare Toby jug.

- Glad it's still here.

- I'll box that up for you.

- You're charging this man 350

for a Royal Doulton
Dick Turpin.

- No, it's a very rare
1935 Royal Worchester.

- You expect anyone
to believe that?

- Sorry, what seems
to be the trouble?

- Nothing.
This lady's just confused.

- Excuse me.
I happen to be an expert.

And that thing
is not worth more than $45.

- Oh, my.
- Hey.

If you mess with my livelihood,

I will knock you on your ass.

- Knock me?

- Surely there's no cause
to threaten the lady.

- This right here
is no lady.

- I'm canceling my sale.

- Hey, Downton Abbey,
read the sign.

All sales are final.
We're closed.

- Excuse me.

- Hey!
Uh-uh.

- It's my money.

- This is outrageous.

Instead of us,
why don't you throw out

that absolute fraud in there?

That was very kind of you.

- Oh, I should be
thanking you.

I'd never have known

I was being taken
for such a fool.

- Yeah, that kind of dishonesty
is just disgusting.

- Oh, how rude of me.
I'm Clive.

I'm Clive Rhumegai.

- Charlotte.
Uh, Grovesnor.

Nice to meet you, Clive.

[both chuckle]

Good luck to you.

- And to you.

- After working for someone
for over ten years,

you'd think you'd know a hell
of a lot more about them.

- Well, let's assume
Cy's right.

The Doctor is a real doctor,
lives in Buffalo.

That's still
quite the haystack.

Where in Buffalo?
What kind of doctor?

Where does he like
to go to dinner?

- Holy shit, I bet you
everything I own

that he's
an orthopedic surgeon.

- Max, you own nothing.

- Yes, well, call it
a hunch then, okay?

Ah, this is the pen he used
when I went to see him.

I pocketed it.

It's a flag pen.

They hand them out
at special events...

like medical conferences.

- Well, well,
a good place to start.

- There's no record of him
on the guest list, no pictures.

Shit.

- Well, there are probably
more pictures, right?

He'd probably try
not to get photographed.

What is that?

- Official conference
photographer, Allen Klugemar.

- Well, he should be
easy to get to.

[music playing
in the distance]

- What?

- You're enjoying this.

- No, I'm not.

I'm owning it.

There's a difference.

I've learned
not to punish myself anymore,

that the choices I've made,
the things that I've done,

there's the punished,
the punisher--

- And the one that says,
"That's enough. Off you go."

Yeah, I heard that little
Lenny Cohen speech before.

I'd take it
with a grain of salt, Jules.

Lenny's insane.

Showtime.

- Can I get a latte, please?

You can go easy on the foam.

Thank you.

- I told him I don't do
Vermont. I do Manhattan.

Brooklyn,
if I'm feeling adventurous.

But trust me; the bigger deals,
they pay for the smaller ones.

- Here you go.

- Yeah, I know.

All right, got to go.
Arigato.

Well, this is predictably
terrible.

Where is Clive?

- Oh, he just texted.
Running behind.

- Peeping in every
antique shop window, no doubt.

He's obsessed.

They call this a latte?
We need a do-over.

Off you go.

- So sorry.
- There's my favorite client.

- Mwah, mwah.

Why, hello.

- Hello again.

- Um, excuse me, ladies.
This is, um...

- Charlotte.
- Charlotte.

Yes, she and I met
in rather sort of

an unexpected fashion
at the antique mall.

- Mm, adorable.

- Could you just give me
a second?

- I was just leaving.

- No, I'm so sorry.

I was so flustered yesterday
that I--

well, I completely forgot
to ask.

You're an expert
in Toby jugs,

and the thing is, I'm on
a bit of a mission

to find just the right sort,
and I was wondering

if I could take you
to lunch tomorrow.

- Lunch?
- Yeah.

Just to pick your brain,
as it were.

I mean, if that wouldn't be
too much of a chore.

- Lunch...

would be nice, sure.

- Wonderful.
- Yeah.

- Oh, um, sorry.

- [laughs]
- Got it, right.

That's my card.

Text me the time and place,
and I'll--

I'll see you there.

Very much looking forward
to it, Charlotte.

- Yeah.

- Well, look at you.

You're a natural.

- [clicks tongue]

- Ugh, so much food.

- So much free food.

Working for the Doctor
does have perks.

Maddie's just bitter.

- What am I bitter about?

- Oh, hey!

- Charlotte took the bait.

Lunch is a go.

- A long-form distraction con
only works

if you know your contingencies,
if you've done your homework,

and I'm not seeing
much studying.

- She keeps a house key
in a fake rock.

All we have to do is sneak in,
find the jug, get the ring.

Mic drop!

[folder thuds]

- What if the ring
isn't in the jug?

- Then that's on the Doctor.
It's his intel.

- [sighs] And you really think
he's gonna see it that way?

- We know what we're doing.

- You do?

Well, maybe you don't need me,
then.

- Maybe we don't.

- Good luck.

- I'm fine.

- You're not fine.
I can tell.

I'm intuitive.

- Did you sign up
for Word of the Day?

- I need your head
in the game.

- It is.

Maddie said something.

It got under my skin.

- Well, that's what she does.

- I know; I just thought
I had a breakthrough,

and now I don't know.

- Well, you know what's better
than a breakthrough?

A break-in.

- Let's just get
the stupid ring.

[car engine turns over]

- So what part of England
are you from?

I'm not sure
I can place your accent.

- Oh.
[laughs]

Well, I'm--
I'm from Notting Hill.

Mostly from--my accent's
from "Notting Hill."

Well, this looks lovely.

- Certainly better

than what you must be used to
back home.

Uh, the food in Britain...

- Oh.

- I'm sorry.

I shouldn't have said that
about the food.

I've never actually been
to England.

I'd like to go...
maybe.

I don't--I don't know,
someday.

- Well, you should.
- I don't like to travel.

In general, I find dealing
with people, strangers

problematic.

- I see.

Mm.

So when did you start
collecting Tobies?

- Oh, when I was 26.

Yeah, I saw
a whitewashed Phillips

at a fair,
and it charmed me.

And I bought it on a lark,

and then I was off
to the races.

- [chuckles]

- What about you?

- Uh, well, I'm--
I'm new to it, really.

- Yes.

- My father, uh, he--
[clears throat]

He, uh--
he loved them,

had some in the pub he ran.

So when I decided to open
a hotel and pub here,

well, any pub of mine will have
its fair share of Toby jugs.

- Hooray!

- I'm not off
to the best start, really,

collecting-wise.

Thank goodness
you stepped in.

- The antique business
is just filled with hucksters.

- I supposed I could use
a good tutor.

- Any Toby jugs?

- A few in the bedroom.

I checked them all, though.
No ring.

- [sighs]

Shit.

- And this one--
okay, see this right here?

- Yeah, I see.
- It folds down.

That's a mistake.

Yeah, which makes this one
very, very rare and valuable.

- I see.
[laughs]

Splendid.
- Yeah.

- Oh, my apologies.

Work is a little, um...

So sorry.

Valuable...
- Mm-hmm.

- You were saying.
- Yes.

- Well, that must be--

you must take great care
to keep them safe.

- Oh, I do.

I have built
a climate-controlled room.

It's sort of elaborate,
I guess, but--

- Your jugs are worth it.

Oh, God.
- [laughs]

- Sorry.
Silly me.

- Well, you're not
the first one to notice.

- [laughs]
Oh.

Anyway,
this climate-controlled room?

- Oh, I certainly hope

you're not just interested
in my jugs.

- No, no, just the room.

Just the room.
In the attic, was it?

- No, it's a cellar.

But not just anyone
gets to play around with--

- Yes, yes, of course.

Sorry, I just need to--
just excuse me one second.

I just need the loo.

[laughter]

- Hello?
- Okay, listen.

It's in the cellar, okay?

You got to get down there.
It's in a whole room.

She's got a whole room
of these things.

- He says there's a cellar?

- Yeah, off the pantry.

- What do you mean,
off the pantry?

- My mom never would have kept
a Toby jug in a cellar.

- Jesus Christ, Richard.

Yeah, down we go, Ez.

Cellar.

- Ah, yes.

No.
[handle rattling]

Oh, come on!
- Shit.

- [grunting]

- Oh, are we done already?

- I'm sorry.
I really have to go.

- So soon?

But we were having
such a lovely time.

- I shouldn't have had
that second glass of wine.

It's inappropriate.

- No, not at all.
It was--

- I saw that look
of disgust on your face.

I know that look.

- No, no, please.
It was--

At least let me walk you
to your car.

- No, thank you.
Good-bye.

[device chimes]

- And shit,
their lunch is over.

- Shit!

- Ezra thinks
she might be headed back.

- What?
Phase two sucks.

- Totally.

- What happened there, man?
- I don't know.

Everything was going great.
We were having fun.

We're drinking wine, and--

and she starts getting,
like, flirty, you know?

Like, really flirty.

And she sort of freaked out and
got embarrassed or something.

- Flirty?
- Yeah.

- That's good.
What's the problem?

- What's the problem?

- It sounds like "semi-shy lady
who wants to love again" shit.

You got to lean into that.

- You want me to seduce her?

[chuckles] No, no,
that was not the play here.

- Okay, no, not seduce

but like what he said,
"lean in" to her...

romantic desire for you.

- We're all aware
of the insane irony here.

- Of course we are.

- We're not heartless.

- No,
you just need me to be.

Unbelievable.

- Where are you going?

[door shuts]

- The only way
we're getting in that basement

is if Charlotte lets me in.

And the only way
she lets me in--

- Is if you give her
what she wants.

- You mean deceive her

into thinking
I'm in love with her.

- Look, you want my advice?

Find another way
to get that ring.

Sledgehammer, maybe.

The next part's not for you.

- What does that mean?
What part?

- The next part, the hard part.

It's not for people like you.

People like you
are better than me.

Aren't you better than me?

- Tell me the hard part,
Maddie.

- You want to know how I got
you to fall in love with me?

It's not a con.

You have to show that person
a part of your true self.

Then you need to find something
in that person

that you can really, truly
fall in love with.

That's how you do what I do.

You should be very careful,
Ezra.

Some people are really hard
to get over.

- What kind of lens is this?

- I'm sorry, Detective.

Can you please put that down?

- Mr. Klugemar, this doesn't
have to be so complicated.

- I can't just give
my work over

to the police, not without--

- I'm really getting
into Instagram.

You know Instagram?
- Sir, please.

It's very expensive equipment.
- No shit. How much?

- My livelihood.
- Whoa, whoa.

Excuse me.

- All right, let's come back
with a warrant.

- When we come back, we just
need the photographs, right?

I mean, we don't need to take
all his equipment.

- We get a warrant, we can take
whatever we goddam please.

- Oof.
It's his livelihood.

- [sighs]

Thumb drive okay?

- Hello?
- Hi, Charlotte.

It's Clive.

- Hello.

- I just wanted to call.

I couldn't bear the thought
that I'd offended you somehow.

I'm afraid I--

I haven't quite been myself

these last few days.

I've been keeping my head up,
but...

the loss is--is taking a toll.

- Your--your father?

- Yes, my father.

- I'm sorry.

Th--

- Hello?

Clive?

- Yeah, I'm here.
Um...

Sorry if I was off at lunch.

The truth is...

The truth is, I feel connected
to you, Charlotte.

I--I don't know
quite how to explain it,

but I feel it very strongly.

And unless I'm crazy,

which is entirely possible,

I think you feel it too.

- Do you think Lenny's insane?

- I mean, I'm not
a mental health professional,

but, like, yeah.

- Do you think insane people
can still be right sometimes?

- Well, the world is insane,

so they probably have
some insight.

[door opens]

- You're back in.

Give him a minute.

[lively music]

♪ ♪

- Anything?

- No.

♪ ♪

- Hello.
- What?

- Look at this.

That's him.
Holy shit.

There he is.

- Guess it's time
we pay a visit

to Drs. Grady and Spinnelli.

- Dr. Grady?

- Can I help you?

- Carl Mathers,
American Medical Association.

Can I have just a moment
of your time?

Can you confirm the name
of this gentleman for me?

- You mean Jeffrey?
- Jeffrey.

- Yeah, Jeffrey Hull.

- Hey, sweetheart.

Candy Bishop.

I called earlier
for Dr. Spinnelli.

- I don't like the P9 so much.

I find the grip
a little sticky.

- Uh-huh.

You know who said
the same thing the other day?

Dr. Jeffrey Hull?
Do you know him?

- Just kind of a prick.

Knows everything
about everything.

- He thinks he's a theorist.
- [chortles]

- Treats the rest of us

like we're just mechanics
doing tune-ups.

- But I never worked with him.

He travels all over.

As far as I know, he doesn't
have a physical practice.

- Oh, I got to go.

You know who's got
a crazy story about Jeffrey?

- You know
who you should talk to?

both: We need to see
Dr. Henry Price.

- [chuckles]
Henry Price it is.

- You--you have
a beautiful home.

- Thank you.

I have trouble
keeping it tidy,

maybe because I live
by myself; I don't know.

Anyway, I've hired one of those
professional organizer people.

She's coming back tomorrow.
Declutters for you.

- Yes!
I've heard of that, yes.

Gosh, I suppose I've been
a bit cluttered lately.

I think I could use
a declutterer.

- Grief can be
very destabilizing.

Was it sudden?

His passing?

- It was, yeah.

- Yeah.

- I can't help but think

that if I'd just been there
at that moment,

that I could have done
something to stop it,

you know?

Anyway, opening this pub

is my attempt to honor him,
in a way.

And as silly as it sounds,

the Toby jugs
are part of that--

getting it right.

- I don't think
that's silly at all.

Maybe that's how
you show your love.

Would you like to see
my collection?

- Very much.

[both laugh]

- They're kind of steep.
- Yes.

[buttons beeping]

- Come in.
- My pleasure.

[both laugh]

Holy...sugar lumps!

- I bet you'll never guess
which one was my first.

- No, I don't think I will.

- Hey, can you stop?

- [sighs]
Sorry.

I'm concerned
about our friend, man.

- You think he's gonna
screw it up?

- It's not that.

Ezra's a good dude, you know?

We used to have a code,

and now we're seducing
lonely Vermont chicks.

How did we get here?

I'm not worried
about him messing it up.

I'm worried about what happens
to him if he does it right.

You know?

- It's incredible.

You've taken such care.

You've--you've obviously put
such love into this.

- Shall we have
some more wine?

- Wonderful.

- You stopped.

- Yes, I was--

Ooh.

- You okay?

Whoa!

[laughter]

It's a very slippery floor.
I just--

- Here we go.
- Wine.

- Yes.
- Wine.

I will grab some.

You make yourself comfortable.

I'll bring it in.
- Right.

[phone buzzes]

- Hello?
- It's me.

- Did you get it?

- No, there is a bajillion.

I need a picture
of the one I'm looking for.

And hurry;
it's about to get weird.

[footsteps approaching]

What do you say
we head upstairs?

- There's a bajillion
different Toby jugs.

He needs a picture.

- What?

The shit's not gonna be
on Google.

It was sort of
a one-of-a-kind deal.

- I'll draw it.

Describe it to me.

- What are you talking about?

- Like a police sketch.
Describe it!

- I--what?
I--how?

- Ta-da!

- Oh, how lovely.

- Lie down.

- Here?
On--on the--

- Yup.

Right here on the bed.

[laughs]

- Ooh, look at how fine
this mattress is.

Is--is it one of
those new kinds with--

- Shh!

No more talking.

- [laughing hysterically]

- Whoa.

- Oh, dear!

- What?
What's wrong?

- The Toby jugs.

All the little faces,
you know,

looking at us
like little spies or something.

Oh, God!

Is that odd of me to say?

- Oh, yikes.

I'll fix it in a jiffy.

Bye-bye.

Better?
- Yeah, much.

That fixes everything.

- So...

Got any more jokes
about jugs?

- N-n-n-nothing
at the moment, no.

- Holds water, handle.

Uh, a dude.
You have to get a hat on.

- You have to be specific.

- I am!

He hat with stripes on it,
like, right here.

And a bird, like an eagle,
on his shoulder.

- Like an eagle
or a falcon?

That's what I mean
by specific.

- [sighs]
I don't know.

It was a bird, okay?

It was a--actually,
it might have been a fish.

- Seriously?

Okay, what about
his expression?

- The fish's?

- The dude's.

This face has been
part of your life

since you were a little kid.

- Okay!
Stop attacking me!

It was...

stern, I guess.

But kind of also,
in the eyes, gentle,

like you wanted him
to be proud of you.

But he's not gonna say much,

'cause he's a man of few words,
obviously.

But, like, say you had
a great day

or a really great game,

like a game where you broke
the district record

for most yards carried.

Then when you got home,
he was staring right at you.

And he wouldn't smile

but just nod at you,

and he'd say,
"Well done, Evans.

Well done."

- That's definitely...

specific.

- Yeah.

- Oh, you feel so good.

What a kind, lovely man
you are.

[moans]

- Um--
- A little too much?

- It's--
- No, I--

- No, please don't
misunderstand.

- I get ahead of myself.
That was stupid.

- No, it's--

- Oh!

- Hey.
Hey, come on.

- I'm sorry.
- Listen.

I just don't want
to rush things.

I--I adore you, Charlotte.

Truly.

Let's take our time,

give ourselves a chance,
huh?

How about breakfast?

I'll come back
and make you breakfast.

I--look, I get
your trepidation,

but British cooking
might actually surprise you.

[chuckles]

- Breakfast sounds lovely.

[knock at door]

- Come in.

- So Charlotte's got feelings.

Sounds like
you're doing everything right.

What about your feelings?

Not so easy, is it?

- No, it's not.

- Yeah.

- [chuckles]

You--

you never said
you were sorry.

Why not?

- You wouldn't have
believed me.

They're just words.

- Yeah, I know.

I want them anyway.

- What does it matter
if you won't believe me?

- I don't know.
Try me.

- You want the words?

- Yeah,
I want the words.

- I'm sorry.

I'm really sorry, Ezra.

I'm so sorry.

- Two sugars, Sally Sal.

- Aw, Max.

That's him.

- Dr. Price.

Sorry to bother you
after your shift.

Jay Borkowski.
My associate, Greta Finnley.

- Only malpractice lawyers
have associates.

[both laugh]

- Can't argue
with that, right?

- You got a problem,
take it up with my lawyer.

- Our problem's not with you.

We're here
about Dr. Jeffrey Hull.

- Can we buy you breakfast?

- You used to work
in orthopedics.

Is that right?

- Orthopedic surgery.

Now I supervise
the graveyard shift.

Think human beings
are innately good?

Work a night in the ER.

- What happened
to your hand?

- I got attacked
with a broken highball glass.

Severed two tendons.

I might never operate again.

Police found nothing,
but I think it was him.

- You think Jeffrey Hull
is the one who attacked you?

- I didn't see his face.

But yes.

- Why would he do that?

- We were at a conference

earlier this year.

I made a remark
just off the cuff,

but I embarrassed him,
and so he hurt me.

Badly.

I should have just
given him a spot.

I knew he was arrogant.

I just didn't know he was
a complete psychopath.

- What do you mean, a spot?

- He applies
every six months

to present a paper
at the conference.

Wants to lecture us,

prove he's the smartest guy
in the room,

which he very may well be,

but it's like he just wants
to rub our faces in it.

A guy that smart,
and he only wants people

to kiss his ass.

Just please tell me

that you're suing him
for something juicy.

- Sort of strange, isn't it,

to realize the Doctor's human,

find his Achilles heel?

- Everybody's got one.

- You did some great work, Sal.

Right?
Just like the old days.

Hand in glove.

Hey, you know,
it's still pretty early.

Why don't we treat ourselves?
We earned it.

- It's 8:00 a.m.

- Mimosas, then.

- Oh.

There's no friends
in the game, Max,

only cons and suckers.

I think
you taught me that.

- I used to be able
to reach you.

- Well, I used to have
nothing to hide.

- I think we need
some light in here.

Tell me about this girl
in Mexico.

Remember, I told you
you'd find love again.

Is she the one?

- Can we--can we not--

- I'm just wondering why
you left her behind.

- You have no idea what
you're talking about, okay?

- Or maybe you just did
what you had to do.

- Don't do that.

- Don't do what?

- Commiserate with me,

act like we're the same.

- I think we're more alike
than you want to admit.

Who came to whose room
last night?

- Well, you know what?
That was clearly a mistake.

- And yet you knocked
on my door.

What was that for?

Hmm?

To get your apology?

Or maybe you had something else
you wanted to say to me.

Maybe to thank me?

- You think I'm
gonna thank you?

- Go on.
I'm ready.

I want the words.

- You're insane.

- And you're full of shit.

You always cry about how
you wanted a life of adventure.

Well, guess who gave it to you

'cause you didn't have
the balls

to go out there
and get it yourself.

I didn't ruin your life, Ezra.

I saved it.

So go ahead;

say the words.

- Go (BLEEP) yourself.

[soft music]

♪ ♪

- ♪ It's not what you
thought ♪

♪ What are the reasons
for believing? ♪

- Sorry it took so long.

- ♪ A body heads south ♪

♪ 'Cause your mouth ♪

- Are you okay?

What happened last night?

- I'm going back this morning.

I'll text you
when I have the ring.

Be ready to go.

- ♪ The faces ♪

♪ I never thought I'd be ♪

♪ The places ♪

♪ I never thought I'd go ♪

[doorbell rings]

♪ It goes to show ♪

- Morning.
- Good morning.

- Hope you're hungry.

- Come on in.

♪ ♪

Do you need anything?

- No, no,
I think I've got ev--

Oh, rats.

- What's wrong?

- I forgot the tarragon.

It's sort of
my secret weapon.

- Well, aren't you in luck?

I've got
quite the green thumb.

- You have a garden.

- Flowers, vegetables,
and herbs.

I will fetch us some.

- You really are amazing,
Charlotte.

[doorbell rings]

- Oh, that is my organizer.

I will get the herbs.

You want to just let her in?

She knows where to start.

- My pleasure.

[knocking at door]

- Hi.
- Hi--

- [whispering]
Sofia.

both: What the (BLEEP)
are you doing here?

- Did you get my note?