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No!

This is Meteorologist Gary Chateau with your latest WADS

8 past the weather.

Did you happen to catch Cissi Wallin's column this morning?

Come on, Beth.

You'd be better off with a gossip magazine.

Hey, there's real news in there.

Just today, he reported that there's

men in this very community purchasing mail order brides.

I suppose if you're lonely enough,

you'll open your mind to just about anything.

Hey, what do you think?

It can't be McClung.

Clearly says Boulevard.

Maybe, uh, McCann.

No, it's the 136 zip.

School superintendent comments...

Yeah.

I don't think Jasper needs to worry about this.

Wait.

It's McKenna.

Overall 14th.

Heavens, of course.

Oh.

Looks like someone's playing a dirty joke.

We better let Jasper make the call.

I might head over to the machine.

Want a ginger ale?

Please, I've had dry gums all afternoon.

Now, this is something.

Oh, it's got an engraving and everything.

We gotta get this straight to Jasper.

You know, if you grant us key privileges,

you save us all a whole heap of time.

Hold on.

Hold on, ladies.

Hold on.

Let's make sure Jasper's okay with this.

No, Brooks this is a big moment.

I said, wait!

It's fine, Brooks.

Let them through.

Jasper, wait and you see what we got.

Hmm.

Someone's gonna be missing this.

You're telling me.

Real grade-A smudge job.

The heck if I'd use a magic marker

for a valuable like that.

All right, we're pushing the guidebook by congregating here.

Tell us if it belongs to someone important.

Hmm.

Actually, Ann, you mind hanging back

and helping with the copier?

It'll just be a minute.

It's jammed again?

Got my father's swollen hands.

You know, sometimes I wonder if you

can fit your stubby fingers in here

and you're just looking for someone to yap with.

I'm perfectly fine without the postal politics.

There's nothing wrong with the little chatter from time

to time to keep the day moving.

I hear plenty of that over at the men's home.

Oh, you find yourself a roommate?

Ah, bottom bunk's still open.

You have to put yourself out there, Jasper.

I thought Belmont Hollow was all about community.

That one gave me the heebie jeebies.

Hope it's just some local brats.

No valuables involved.

You might have to remain a mystery.

They don't pay me to be a crime detective.

Your English secret agent friend might say otherwise.

Come on now, Ann.

That's just gossip.

Mm-hmm.

Yeah, I bet.

Hey, you two.

I gotta lock things up.

I better shuffle.

Hey, Jasper.

We gotta keep both doors closed and locked.

Uh-huh.

"Hi, Daddy, The girls and I were driving to the springs

to take a load off after midterms.

It was pouring rain, but we were

being careful and responsible, like you always taught me.

But, Daddy, you never taught me what

to do when an armadillo runs out directly

in front of your path.

I swerved, but you know how the Pontiac takes those hard turns.

Everyone is okay except the armadillo.

PS.

I broke my first communion necklace a few weeks back,

and I don't like the look of these local jewelers.

Please send to Paulie for repairs."

National Weather Service.

Hello, may I please have the precipitation records

of Dallam, Payne, and Lubbock counties from

the 20th through the 24th? - Of course.

Just a moment.

All right.

0.38 inches down on the 23rd, 0.21 obtained on the 22nd,

and none in Lubbock.

Thank you.

Hello?

Hey, Renee.

Jasper here.

Yeah, speak.

We're looking for an address...

Hey, Jasper.

Context, please.

Ah, yes.

We've got a weather damaged package with a lost necklace

looking for its owner.

The name is Allison, A-L-L-I-S-O-N,

between the ages of 18 and 24, located in either Dallam,

Oklahoma or Peyton, Texas.

I have 72 results.

Of those 72, how many have an insured Pontiac registered?

Six.

I know what that Jasper post means.

I will send the list now.

Thanks, Renee.

Couldn't do it without you.

Hello, this is Jasper Lawrence with the Glen Avenue Postal...

Jasper Lawrence with the Glen Avenue Postal Service.

I'm trying to track down information

in hopes of returning...

track down information in...

in a lost...

hopes of returning a lost package to an Allison.

Oh, my goodness. Oh, my goodness.

Did you find my necklace?

Could you describe it to me?

Well, it's an original.

It's got an engraving that says daughter of the diocese.

That's it.

It'll ship out on Friday.

Oh, I can't tell you how much agony this has

brought to me and my family.

Thank you so much, sir.

Hope Paulie can fix it up for you.

Thank you.

You're a real gem.

You don't like the fanfare?

Just help me, Dad.

Get yourself from up there.

Yeah, but it looks far.

Can you just please give me...

Just go in reverse.

Just reverse and sit down.

All right, everyone, unless you wanna sleep on bubble

wrap tonight.

We are locking up in five.

It was packing peanuts last week.

Oh, hush.

Good evening.

Good night.

Enjoy your evening.

Thank you.

Mr. Jasper.

Look here.

Have you bathed in the last 24 hours?

Yep.

And do you intend to bathe in the next 24 hours?

I do.

And do you intend to be an active member

of the Belmont Hollow Community?

Yep.

Do you agree to adhere to the privacy and conduct guidelines?

I do.

Okay.

Two new men on the wall.

Say hello if you see an opportunity.

I think we have one.

Yeah, I think you have one.

You can't...

Just take the splinter out.

Don't look at my heel.

- Just shut up! - Don't do it.

Don't look at me.

You're can have my foot.

You're do... digging too deep.

You think this is fucking funny?

Yeah, well, give me your foot.

I'll do yours.

No.

Good evening.

Hi, there.

How's your night going?

Quite well, thank you.

I was pleasantly surprised by the bathing accommodations.

This your first night?

It is.

You found a bunk yet?

Now, if my anatomical recall serves me correctly,

this is the spleen?

Oh, close.

It's over to the left.

Oh, I see you favor the EP epoxies.

Hey, that's right.

You're a model man yourself?

No, I've used it for other purposes.

Guessing you were a handyman then?

No, I recently had a failed business venture that was

highly reliant on adhesives.

Oh.

I'm sorry to hear that.

But, hey, we've all failed at something.

Well, that's why a lot of men are here.

Well, it's a good time for lights out.

Is that all right?

Yes.

I have to change out all your locks.

It's gonna be really noisy, so you may

wanna take a long lunch break.

I appreciate your understanding, Brooks.

Yeah. Hello there.

Renee.

Hey, Renee.

Do you mind inputting Metamora County for me?

Context, please.

We got a strange note with a call for help.

Possibly some blood.

Likely a hoax.

No valuables?

No, but a colleague expressed some concern.

You know anything from missing?

You know me well.

All right.

We've got dozens of residences scattered

along County Road 119.

Zip code is 61518.

We need names and addresses from Vanderlaan

to Old Carlisle Road.

I didn't even need to send.

Safer for you to write down.

All right.

There Kenton Binkley...

Kenton Binkley.

1147...

1147.

County Road 119.

County Road 119.

Carly Dundee...

Carly Dundee.

1156...

1156.

County Road 119.

County Road 119.

Wayne Spear III...

Wayne Spear III.

1163...

1163.

County Road 119.

County Road 119.

May I ask with whom you're speaking?

What are you doing down here?

I need to know who you're talking to.

Hang up the phone, Jasper.

Hey, man, I really can't...

Hello, this is Jasper's postal supervisor.

Can I ask who I'm talking to?

I just need to know why my employee

was asking for that info.

All right.

One or two?

Which one's the real thing?

That's right.

That's... that's right.

Thank you, gentleman.

I'm assuming a European pipe organ of some variety?

You've got good lobes on you.

It's a replica of the York Minster Cathedral organ.

Well, I found your simulation quite authentic.

Thank you.

It's a kind of my flagship patch.

It is a lovely centerpiece.

Josh Trent Whittington.

It's a pleasure, Trent.

Might you have any other patches

that you could demo for me?

I wish I did.

Today has definitely shown me that you have to have more

than one sound to be viable.

What makes you think that?

Oh, Japanese manufacturers are all the buzz,

pumping 30 or 40 sounds out of a single keyboard.

Well, I believe they're simply vying

for a symphony of mediocrity.

It's hard to argue with you there.

Not fond of a lot of it, but I will

confess it's always been a dream

of mine to get in with one of the marquee makers.

Is that so?

Come to this stage of life, you wanna make a mark.

Have you considered the boutique market?

Of course, love the idea of creating a market ready

synth on my own.

But beyond the sound, you have to design

the casing and program the interface

and commission a logo.

And that doesn't even get you to production.

I've already put in everything I have

and what you see on this table.

Forgive me for my forthrightness,

but I would regret it if I didn't ask.

Would you ever consider collaborating

with a like-minded partner?

I hadn't really thought along those lines.

Imagine if I could help you do

to the woodwind and the string what

you've done to the pipe organ.

Thank you!

Hey, Trent.

Check it.

And that was lovely.

May I hear a melody?

Not quite.

But once I get this first note refined,

it's usually just a few days to an octave.

A magnificent development.

And I just might have something to further aid your progress.

Trent, you shouldn't have.

You said the Japanese circuitry

was marginally better.

So how can I expect the best from you if I

don't deliver the best to you?

I can't tell you how much I appreciate this opportunity.

Well, I'm not here to slow us down.

All right.

Back to it.

The instruments or sounds used in the composition,

which I just played for you, were actually

created on the Synclavier at an earlier time as part

of the process of composition.

When I'm playing the piece, I simply access them

here by pushing these buttons.

But under it is an accompaniment

of a pre-recorded sequence.

Hello?

Hello.

Huh.

Astounding.

Those transistors really lit a torch in my belly.

Well, I had a hunch they would be a worthy investment.

So please continue to be forthright with anything

else you need, no matter how extravagant.

All right, we'll do.

So, tell me this.

Mother always believed that milestones deserve rewards.

And it is something that I have strived to adhere to...

Ah! Ah!

- Josh? - Ah!

Ah!

Josh?

Josh, are you all right?

Sorry, I was trying to shoo away a vole.

Poor creatures always trying to sneak in at night.

Oh, good heavens, Josh, you gave me quite a fright.

Although knowing that rodents have access to a prototype

doesn't necessarily relieve my anxiety.

I have to reinforce those baseboards.

My apologies.

You were saying something about your mother?

Oh, yes.

Um, mother was a strident believer

in the power of rewards.

And it's a philosophy that I have tried to adapt

throughout my lifetime.

So in light of our upcoming milestone,

what is something we can indulge in when we

do hit our first full octave?

Come on.

I... I don't need anything.

No, no, no, no, no, I insist.

Tell me what delights you.

Well, I really do enjoy the teriyaki at Oishi on the third.

Oh, beef or pork?

Chicken, actually.

Then chicken teriyaki it'll be.

Wonderful.

Well, listen, I should keep the momentum going.

I'll let that teriyaki motivate me as I work.

Oh, Josh, do... do you mind if I listen while you tinker?

You wanna do that?

These unprocessed sine waves can be pretty grating.

I... I can't imagine what they sound like over the phone.

Oh, no, I don't mind at all.

I promise not to make a peep.

Okay, I'll put it on the speaker.

Thank you, Josh.

Patches of the Month by Alan Pentar.

Yakami MK-30-Organ.

It's hard to keep the MK-30 out of any best of list

as the classic synth packs authentic punch

with its multiple organ settings.

Unfortunately, the keyboards woodwind simulator

lags woefully behind.

To date, no manufacturer has yet to truly

wow us with a woodwind.

Hello.

Oh, hey.

Oh, of course.

Let me just jot that down.

Oh, yes.

Thanks.

No trouble.

I actually quite enjoy the drive to Bloomington.

Sorry, I'm burning through this EP-79 so quick,

but I think I have a fix for that plasticky

high end in the woodwind.

Oh, and I believe I have found

a solution for those persistent voles of yours.

Ah, just put it on the shelf.

All you need to do is mix a dab

with a teaspoon of peanut butter or cocoa powder,

and you apply it to the points of entry,

and those pesky voles will not survive the evening.

Oh, heavens.

Damn that EP-79.

Could you get the vinegar out of the corner there?

Cotton swabs too.

All right.

Just a dab.

Yes, um, we will not let this epoxy pickle

jeopardize our work.

Okay, ginger now.

At least we know the glue sticks.

Indeed.

Thanks, Trent.

Again, the woodwind is still in its infancy.

Thank you for your time.

If you would like me to share any of my schematics,

I've included my mailing address and

phone number in the envelope.

Got a package for ya, international.

So you're moving to Anagi?

I ju... I just found out.

I was going to tell you...

And what?

Add another half-baked patch to their uninspired catalog?

Trent, they have proprietary circuits we could

never get our hands on here.

And your mind will become proprietary to them as well.

Look, believe me, I...

I get it.

But if we wanna perfect our patches, this is the gateway.

They will not be our patches.

They will belong to that foreign enterprise.

Everything we've done up until this point is ours.

They will assess and buy all the IP I bring with me.

And you have an equal stake in that.

I want the patches.

But I want them together.

Hello.

Joshua?

This is Naomi Chonki from headquarters.

I was hoping to dial in and converse with you

about your upcoming arrival.

Oh, my goodness, you speak Japanese?

Okay, well, my questions may be better

served answered in English.

Is that all right?

Of course.

Before you depart for Japan next week,

we will be delivering protective parcels

for your prototype synthesizer.

Could you take one moment to provide me with dimensions?

Uh, let me find a tape measure.

Oh, it's a no rush.

Take as much time as you need and

dial this back using the information

on your hiring document.

Will do.

Again, thanks.

Looking forward to meeting you, Josh.

Bye.

Good morning.

I hope you've got a little appetite as I

prepared a modest breakfast.

Where the fuck is it?

Josh, please remain calm.

I... I have a little demonstration

prepared, and I think that you're gonna be quite pleased.

Pardon the barren turf.

The crabgrass, it was a real bear this year.

Here.

All right.

Come on, now.

Okay, watch your step.

All Hako made tools, a new soldering iron,

a butane-powered torch for when we reach our casing phase.

Miyuki manufactured parts, a slew of epoxies and adhesives,

and a little vinegar, just in case.

And an 80-watt solid-state amplifier

with built-in reverberation.

Anything else you need to perfect your masterpiece,

please do not be bashful.

Trent, this is phenomenal.

It's breathtaking.

But I don't know what to say.

It's just too late.

I've got crates coming.

I faxed an agreement, signed a lease.

It's not that our partnership is over.

It's just evolving.

So you've chosen Anagi?

Pack your things.

Trent!

Hey, Trent!

Trent!

Trent!

God damn it, Trent!

Trent!

Trent!

Ah!

Josh, I know this is difficult to process,

but we've labored too hard to succumb to this temptation.

Partnership is a two-way avenue,

and I hope that one day, should I drift from our common vision,

that you would also take whatever

steps necessary to correct my course.

So this is the very least that I

can do for you as your partner and as your friend.

And the sooner you embrace that,

the sooner our masterpiece will be realized.

Trent, come on, man.

I'm sure we can find a...

Josh.

Although it appears you are attempting to protest,

we both know that your decision has already been made.

That's why I think it's best that we

continue to work under these present conditions.

Unlock the damn door!

Trent, come on, man.

Damn it. Trent!

Let me out, man!

Come on!

Please, save your strength for our prototype.

No one can hear you.

My house is fortified with world

class acoustic treatments.

And there is not another residence for acres.

Trent!

Let me...

let me out!

Let me out!

? I can scarcely move

? Or drop my

? Every move of

? My breath

? Let me, let me, let me be in peace again ?

I've cooked up a chicken yakitori dish for you.

Josh, I want you to envision a standard oil drum,

ribbed steel, 3 feet from base to lid, 2 feet in diameter.

Now imagine a sturdy man stepping inside that drum.

For much of my life I was that man alone inside the drum.

I'd torched out a slat just large enough so I could look

through and see the world.

But the world could not see me.

I stayed inside the drum until year 2 of university.

I was javelin for the throws team when I met

an incoming discus thrower.

His name was Reggie.

And as you know... well, perhaps you don't know.

There's... there's always a chummy rivalry between a discus

man and a javelin man.

But no, not Reggie.

And I know we became instantaneous,

loyal companions.

But then one evening I was alerted

that Reggie has been summoned for international competition.

Now my instinct was to plead with him, "Don't go.

Don't leave me."

But no, I remained passive.

And then a few weeks later, Reggie flew off to Helsinki.

And then I crawled back into that oil drum.

However, right before winter recess,

I hear this sound coming from a classroom.

And that sound, it's a sweet tenor of a well-tuned cornet.

And that sound, it went through my eardrums,

down my neck nerves, straight to my heart.

And I knew right then, in the sweetness of what followed,

I knew there was a way out of that oil drum.

And you, Joshua, you are presently

inside your own oil drum.

And I don't care how small, how narrow your eye slot is.

I want you to know that I see you.

And what I see is the most talented synthesizer engineer

I've ever met.

Oh, come on, Joshua.

Josh. Josh.

Josh. Josh!

Josh!

Josh!

Please, Josh, wake up.

Wake up, please, Josh!

Please!

Please, please, please!

Josh, please. No, no.

No, Josh.

Josh!

Josh!

Josh!

No!

Trent!

I'm quite disappointed in you, Josh.

You nearly destroyed our creation.

Come on.

Trent!

Trent!

Come on!

Get me out of here, man.

Until our trust and our workspace are repaired,

you will remain as you are.

Trent!

Help!

Help me.

Please.

God damn you!

Ah!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

I don't know.

I trust this time has you considering

what you truly value.

Please enjoy your supper.

No!

No!

God no!

No!

God damn you.

Oh. Oh.

Wait!

Wait!

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Wait!

Wait, wait somewhere around here.

Oh, no!

Thank you for calling the Peoria

County Distribution Center.

Our hours are from 8:00 to 5:00 PM, Monday through Friday.

If you mind, leave us a...

Peoria County Postal Distribution Center.

Oh, hello.

Yes, I'm calling in regards to a letter

I mistakenly mailed yesterday.

I... I believe I didn't adhere to the proper postage,

and I'm wondering how I may retrieve it.

Oh, you're gonna have to consult your local branch.

What's your address?

You guys do passport photos?

No, we don't do... we don't do that here.

I'm so sorry.

Oh, that's one of the last batches

of Philo Farnsworth books.

I'd hold on to 'em for a while, if you can.

Anything else we can do for you?

Well, yes, actually.

I believe I mislabeled a package.

I'm wondering what course of action I could take.

It's very important to me.

It happens all the time.

If you miss a digit or two, we'll figure

out where to redirect it.

And what if, by chance, you cannot?

Well, that's when things get interesting.

We had this fella, a genius, really, Jasper,

who can track down anything.

And what precisely is this Jasper's role?

Just that.

He's our dead letter investigator.

And believe me, you can't stomp him.

There was this one time this Russian mannequin

came in a box, sealed, and duct taped.

The bozo who sent it wrote the address right on the tape.

But Jasper, he tracked down the sender in less than a week,

I think, and bought him a slice of...

oh, my goodness, he's right there.

Just act natural.

He don't like the fanfare.

Oh, a few years back, the dispatch

wanted to write an article on him,

and he didn't even wanna sit down with a reporter.

He's a really nice man, but...

oh, my goodness, he's back again.

It's your lucky day.

Thank you.

You've alleviated much of my anxiety.

Oh, it's a pleasure.

It's a blast getting to talk about our operation.

I'm sure you all do very fine work here.

And I would very much like two books

of Philo Farnsworth stamps.

Oh, just tell me you hold on to him as long as you can.

Of course.

All right, everyone, unless you wanna sleep on bubble wrap

tonight. We are wrapping up in five.

- Thank you, madam. - Thank you so much.

But more important, Trent, welcome to your new community.

Room 17 and 31 are open.

But you did not come here to live in isolation.

I encourage you to find someone with an open bunk.

Thank you.

Get lower.

A little more.

Good.

Yeah, what'd you get on my foot?

Here.

Take your splinter.

I my heel out.

Just do it.

Meet me halfway.

Yeah, I'll meet you halfway.

You gotta just take the splinter out.

You think it's fucking dirty?

If my anatomical recall serves me correctly,

this is the spleen?

Ooh, close.

It's over to the left.

Sorry, I'm burning through this EP-79 so quick.

Oh, I see you favor the EP epoxies.

Hey, that's right.

You're a model man yourself?

No, I've used it for other purposes.

I'm guessing you were a handyman then.

No, I recently had a failed business venture that was

highly reliant on adhesives.

I'm sorry to hear that.

But hey, we've all failed at something.

Hell, that's why a lot of men are here.

Well, it's a good time for lights out.

That all right?

Yes.

County Road 119 661518.

We need names and addresses from Vanderlaan

to Old Carlisle Road.

Kenton Binkley, 1147, County Road 119.

Carly Donnelly, 1156.

County Road 119.

Wayne Speer III 1163.

County Road 119.

County Road 119.

May I ask with whom you're speaking?

What are you doing down here?

I need to know who you're talking to.

Hang up the phone, Jasper.

Hey, man, I really can't...

Hello.

This is Jasper's postal supervisor.

Can I ask who I'm talking to?

Ooh, that's heavy.

What you got me, a gold bar?

You have no idea what you've put me through.

I could no longer envision a path forward.

We are finding people and hiring them

after they went down the elevator, which

fortunately wasn't there.

And Peter was badly handicapped with arthritis, not two canes.

I didn't know until I heard him thumping down the hall,

yelling at me.

I've got to tell you one about...

You ladies doing all right?

Hmm.

We're holding on, Sherm.

Well, just let me know if you need an escort

to the lot at closing time.

Fair Trade Practices Act back in those depression days...

He sure makes me feel safer than Brooks did,

that's for sure.

I always had a hunch that there was something

wicked burning inside him.

Out on the street.

And BJ Palmer was then the head of the...

Did you get one?

I think so.

Sure we can't get to the bottom of it ourselves?

You tell me.

I can't believe Tim didn't breathe

their last breaths in here.

You remember that necklace you were so jazzed about?

Of course, I do.

Daughter of the diocese.

Said it never shipped, but it's not in the bin.

- Hello? - Hello.

Is this Mr. Whittington?

Yes, it is.

Mr. Whittington, I'm happy to report you

have been chosen for a special promotion.

Discounted top coat painting

for your exterior siding.

According to our records, your current base coat

is white, correct?

I'm not interested.

I know it's easy to bill it as the fuzz.

But considering the peril they put themselves through,

don't they deserve a little reward?

The fact is, we've got no fingerprints

or any other evidence of non-postal

presence inside that room.

Well, isn't the missing necklace a sign?

Ma'am, I'll be blunt with you.

This won't be the first case I've cracked where

some valuables went missing.

There's several departments involved...

the blue collar folk, cleanup crew, what have you.

I don't think it's a reach to think an hourly worker ran

off with it.

But don't you fret.

I've got your notes logged, just in case.

All right.

Thank you, detective.

Well, I guess that's that.

You did the best you could.

I'm sure Jasper's looking down proud.

Hello.

Hello?

Hello?

Are you there?

And I don't hear a dial tone.

Please let me speak to her.

It's some foreigner.

He wants to talk to you.

I'm gonna hang up.

Hello?

This communication is not occurring.

Do you understand?

Okay.

You are Ann Lankford, friend of Jasper?

Yes.

And I'm... I'm so sorry to report,

but Jasper is no longer...

I know.

Is the case closed?

They're saying it was a colleague of ours.

Apparently, he hung himself.

No, it was not.

The person who did this was not supposed to be in that room.

He seemed to have special interest in this letter,

County Road 119, white house.

And you've narrowed it down to 42 names?

Yeah.

There were many residences in the database.

I have attempted to omit anyone that does

not have a white exterior.

Now I just need your help to narrow it down more.

I need more names to reference cross.

What I do know is this man was not a stranger.

He called Jasper by name.

Jasper was no social butterfly.

It's probably somebody from here or the men's um...

Yeah.

Good.

Write down the names I've already collected.

Then see if you can find any matches.

Okay.

Ready.

We were hoping to learn a little bit more

about some of the relationships.

I'm sorry, I cannot disclose personal information.

But we don't need their weight or

medical history or anything.

J-just some names, please.

We're doing this for Jasper.

Just names?

Yes.

I cannot share any information,

but I cannot stop you from looking at the men on the wall.

Just to confirm the matches, I

have a Donald Baker, 730 Country Road 119;

a Terry McNeil, 1024 Trent Whittington, 1456,

and Blake Winchell, 2049.

Yep, that's it.

Noble work, Ms. Ann.

I trust you will make no mention of me or my methods.

You have my word.

Would you look at us?

Couple of female sleuths.

Hi, this is Ann Lankford from the Glen Avenue Postal branch.

May I speak to Detective Merker?

Well, could you at least tell me if there's a link

between these men and Jasper?

We've explored lots of scenarios.

I see plenty of tips.

Yes, I understand that.

But I have strong reason to believe that there

was someone else in that room.

Ma'am, I've told you in 70 different ways

this case is closed.

A list of names from a postal secretary

is not gonna change that.

Now, if you're still feeling emotional in a week or so,

I advise you to seek refuge.

Local house of worship or grief counselor

could be a great resource.

Thank you.

What did he say?

Still pinning it on Brooks.

Well, if the sock fits.

It doesn't fit my foot.

Hi, my name is Lisa Dawson, and I

work for the Illinois Adult Living Association.

We're hoping to ask you about your stay at Belmont Hollow.

Belmont Home what?

Thank you for your time.

All right, everyone, unless you wanna sleep on bubble wrap

tonight, we are locking up in five.

Hello.

Good afternoon. My apologies for the delay.

You caught me.

I'm breading chicken for tonight's tonkatsu.

It's no problem at all.

Is this the Trent Whittington residence?

It is.

Yes, indeed.

My name is Lisa Dawson, and I work

for the Illinois Adult Living Association.

We're always looking for ways to improve our homes,

and we're hoping you can answer a few questions about your stay

at Belmont Hollow.

Absolutely.

But first, I should address this breading dilemma.

Would you mind coming in while I tidy myself up, please?

Of course, not.

No, no, no, no.

Take a seat wherever you like.

I'll wash up, and I will return a more presentable host.

Thank you.

Shh.

I know.

We're gonna get you there.

Gonna get you there.

Joshua.

I'm sorry.

It is only fair that I end this partnership.

Just wanted to provide an updated

recording of the woodwind patch I shared, which I think, hope,

has progressed significantly.

I'm tentatively calling it the Whittington Woodwind,

after my partner Trent Whittington,

but well, I'll let the patch speak for itself.