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Oh, Nige, you're a lifesaver.

-No, that one's Dr. Macy's. -Mmm.

Hey, missed you last night.

Oh, sorry about that. I was on a case

and I thought it was too late to call.

Too late to call?

This from my 3:00 a.m. heavy breather?

I was hoping you'd come by.

I had something I wanted to talk to you about.

Oh, that's good. I have something I want to talk to you about, too.

Why does your something not sound as good as my something?

Oh, don't get paranoid. I just want to ask you--

Littleton Village.

Oh, sorry, Pollack. I hope I'm not...

Oh, no worries, mate.

So, what's Littleton Village?

It's where we're going.

Take the 2 out to Templeton, north on the 202 and then jog east on the 12.

Going in this weather?

Some yokel cop drew the first murder out there

in, like, a century. He called BPD.

I drew the short stick. I called Macy, he drew you.

Ah, glad I took his coffee.

Anyhoo, my car's lurching like it just had a corned beef at Corelli's.

So, I was kind of hoping that maybe you'd be willing to give me a lift.

Sure.

What do you say, Pollack?

Think there's a story in a small town murder? We can make it a threesome.

Figuratively speaking.

Much as I'd love to fight the snow,

I've got a hearing to cover.

Oh, could I take a rain check on our chats?

[Pollack] Yeah. I'll let you make it up to me tonight.

Ipolita at 8:00?

I'd love that.

Ipolita sounds great.

Yeah? You'll be back in time?

I'll bring the siren just in case.

You're a good man, Hoyt. Despite what she says.

I love you.

Well, well, well.

Sheriff Correll. Call me Davey.

I'm the first responding.

I got Code 1927-B.

I put in the 901-H call and then I figured

I'd better intercourse with BPD so I called in the 914.

Could you give that to us again in English?

A murder inside.

Oh, you two are gonna love it here.

This place is so...

-Gory. -[woman chuckles]

And that's a good thing?

Honeymooners.

[creature howling]

Nice place.

You and Pollack ever want to get away...

Take your coats?

This is Morton, the caretaker.

I hope the eyes don't bother you.

Most people see a glass eye, say it make 'em queasy.

No, no, it's not...

Distracting, I'd imagine.

But better than my feet.

Only got six toes between 'em.

Coats!

Thanks.

Enjoy your stay.

Is it just me, or is this place a little odd?

Oh, I don't know. Blind butler.

Honeymoon couple who loves a good murder.

Think you failed to mention a few details there, Davey. This is...

Oh, no! This isn't the crime scene.

This is the exhibit.

Lucy Carver Inn.

Finest tourist hotel north of Baldwinville.

There's your real body.

[theme music playing]

[camera shutter clicking]

Sorry. I'm just trying to learn from the pro.

I mean, the closest thing we got to a crime spree around here

was a rash of vandalism last summer.

It was a raccoon.

Hey, Jordan, check it out.

This guy lost his head.

They're exact replicas of the rampage.

Right down to the broken teacup.

Oh, yeah, um...

The victim is James Rivers from Baltimore, MD.

Uh, checked in two weeks ago to "Soak up the ambiance and write a bestseller."

Depressed fractures to the skull probably caused hemorrhage.

There are a lot of blows. I'm guess poor Mr. Rivers here felt every one.

I wonder why she did this.

Because she loved him too much.

Albert, I mean.

Lucy found him in bed with someone else.

Esther Moffet, Room Five. And she just snapped.

She was my great- great-grandmother.

Why kill the others?

Well, Dudley, it seems, saw something that he shouldn't have.

And poor Officer Kimmel. He was just in the wrong place at the wrong time.

What about Mr. Rivers here?

Was he just in the wrong place at the wrong time?

Mr. Rivers

helped me in the kitchen.

Tea, anyone?

[Jordan] I'll tell you one thing about Mr. Rivers.

He wasn't killed in there.

No blood spatter. The body was moved.

Do you know anything about our entourage over there?

Besides the fact they like to vacation with the dead?

People like the forbidden.

[thud]

But we have ghosts.

[Davey] Frances has a point.

There's no sign of forced entry. The place was locked.

So technically, a ghost could have killed Mr. Rivers.

My money's on one of these guys.

Do not react. Seriously.

[sighs] Ta-da!

Any jokes, any smirks, any comments at all, I will hit you.

Our Lily has a date.

It is not a date. It's the opera.

Jeffrey and I are going to the opera.

Madame Butterfly.

Jeffrey?

Yeah, Brandau.

You know, the pipsqueak A.D.A.?

You're dressed up for him?

I called next of kin from the Social you found on him.

Turns that Preston Davis here isn't Preston Davis at all.

Unless he died six years ago in Utah and he's 76.

Well, he's not exactly the Preston Davis type, is he?

There's a steep black market in Social Security numbers.

Illegals use them to get jobs, bank accounts.

So what happened to the bloke?

Bug, what happened to him?

Uh, stab wound to the back of the neck.

BU rower found him floating in the Charles.

You know, you look...

If there's a punch line to that, stifle it.

No, I was just...

My husband, he didn't come home.

And I check all the hospitals and they told me that I...

Jose and I, that's his name,

we come to this country after my son was born.

Jose, he has speak out against the wrong people.

And we couldn't risk my son.

You did the right thing for him.

My mother, she...

She died two days ago.

And we had to get Joselito here, but that costs much.

Because he has no visa.

I should go.

We're here to help, Mrs. Alvarez.

No one's looking into why you're here or how you got here.

We just want to find out who hurt your husband.

There was a man at the bank.

Jose thought that he would help us get the money.

Mr. Raleigh.

Jose went to go see Mr. Raleigh.

So you were in your room at the time of the murder?

In bed.

I'm not sure I would've heard anything.

We were...

[chuckles]

I was taking a bath.

At 3:00 in the morning?

It was my son's idea.

Can I go to the morgue sometime?

It's such a happy place.

Just the facts, please.

The fact is,

my son scares me.

'Cause I like to touch blood.

Wow.

I was still in the bath.

-[Woody] Did you kill him? -No.

No.

No.

Absolutely not.

No.

Are you really asking me that?

[sighs]

We've got nothing. No one saw anything.

And if we believe their stories, they all alibi out.

Except Morton, since he found the body.

The blind guy with no toes?

Actually, he's got six.

And I told him to be here.

Yeah, so where is he?

Morton!

Morton?

Hard to find sometimes. He wanders.

He always finds his way back?

He knows this place better than anyone. Been here his whole life.

One thing you should know about Morton.

He believes that Lucy's still alive.

Lucy, as in the ghost?

Yeah, so when he says that a "thump-drag-thump" led him to the body,

it's hard to know what's real and what's his scotch talking.

-This is cute. -Authentic hearse.

We'll put bodies in there come Halloween. Should be fun.

Okay. Well, blind or not, Morton's the one who found the body.

He has no alibi. And when it came time to be questioned,

he bolted. So. Morton!

That's a new one on me.

They kill you when you try to make a withdrawal?

Just ask him.

[Raleigh] I don't care. Get it done, Bobby.

Mr. Raleigh, thanks for coming down. I'm Detective Seely.

[Raleigh sighs] I understand there's some dead customer

I was supposed to have met with yesterday.

Nope.

Really? Because his widow was quite sure it was you who he met with.

Do you know what we do at a bank?

We keep money. Lots and lots of people's money.

Sure, he may have come in. Lots of people come in.

Just look at the picture, sir.

[exhales] Nope.

Now if that's all.

Actually,

banks being what they are, places where you keep lots and lots of money,

you also have security cameras.

I'd appreciate it if you'd let me take a look at the videos from yesterday.

Freak thing.

Whoever was in charge of resetting the machines last night

forgot to change the tapes.

Yesterday's tapes got taped over.

I know. It really upset me, too.

Surveillance tapes can be invaluable.

I hope I've been helpful.

Rivers' room. He may have been dragged from here.

The killer dragged him up the landing,

down the stairs, and all the way into the parlor.

I mean, why didn't he just take him right out the front door,

bury him in the snow? He wouldn't have been found till the spring thaw.

Hey, kids, this isn't a show.

Oh. No problem.

I hope we weren't too...

Loud in there.

[both laughing]

[eerie noise]

Let me guess.

Decoration.

But this isn't.

This is a crime scene.

Guess that explains the "thump-drag-thump" that Morton heard.

Not a ghost, but a body being dragged down the stairs.

Or a ghost carrying the body down the stairs.

What kind of ghost steals luggage tags?

Look, no wallet. No phone. No ID. All MIA.

Someone does not want us to know who Mr. Rivers really is.

Hey, Nige. Nige, can you hear me?

Look, uh, Mr. Rivers' body's coming to the morgue.

Just run it for prints and do whatever you can...

[woman screaming]

Morton's like family. I can't...

I'm sorry. I...

I hate to bother you.

Oh, no. That's okay. I know you must be scared.

Well, actually, he wants to know if he could touch the body.

No.

-No? -See, I told you.

[sighs]

Someone did not want him talking to us.

Question is, is it one of them?

Or maybe Morton's right. Maybe it is Lucy's ghost.

No one's going anywhere.

The road down the mountain's closed.

Snowed in. Happens every year. No way in or out.

Man, how exciting is this?

Then you two will be spending the night.

Of course, we only have one room available.

I hope that's not a problem.

The body has defensive wounds.

And Raleigh had a bandage on his hand.

A thousand bucks says he got it from killing Mr. Alvarez.

You think he did it at the bank?

Well, why else would he erase the tapes?

The only thing I can't figure,

TOD is around noon. Middle of the day.

How did Raleigh get the body out without being seen?

Why didn't you search the bank?

Seely's trying to get a warrant from the D.A.'s office.

But the truth is, we don't have a shred of physical evidence to get one.

Someone cleaned the body and I doubt this is gonna help.

Huh.

It's the murder weapon.

I mean, it could be anything.

A small letter opener or...

Hey, is that new perfume...

Lily?

Oh, you look...

Ha! Ah...

Wow.

Oh, this? It's just...

Uh, hey, uh, would you like to make a donation?

It's the saddest story.

It's political refugees. They...

Oh, Noemi Alvarez.

-You know her? -Detective Seely called,

uh, looking to get a search warrant.

And, um, I heard that you were involved.

And I figured we could work together.

That's wonderful. Maybe you could help us nail the banker that did this.

Yeah, I'd like nothing better.

If he did it.

Though I have to say it's Mrs. Alvarez's story that has holes in it.

Wait a minute. She's the victim here.

Well, technically, her husband's the victim.

Though, truth be told, it does look like they're both illegals. So...

Well, in any event she's gonna have to answer some hard questions.

You start pulling her in, you know what's gonna happen. She'll be deported.

Well, if she's here illegally... I-I...

[chuckles nervously] Um...

Well, the opera's starting soon, so maybe we...

Maybe we shouldn't.

It's just business, Lily.

Not to me.

Did...

[scoffs]

Why don't you take it?

No, that's okay. No, I'll be fine on the couch.

That is not a couch. It's a, uh, um...

Come on. Let's just share the bed.

It's not like we're getting totally naked.

It's, like, -20 in here.

You're right. You know, at least we'll both get some sleep.

Uh...

So, do you think the body's gonna be okay out in that tent?

With Davy Crockett watching the door with a 12-gauge?

Nobody's getting past him.

Whoa, who, whoa, whoa, whoa. What are you doing?

What?

That's my side of the bed.

Oh, it is?

Um, yeah. I, uh...

I always sleep on the left.

Okay, fine. If you're gonna be picky about it.

Thanks.

-[Jordan grunts] -Sorry. I'm sorry.

It's okay. It's okay, Woody.

You really don't have a side of the bed?

No, no. Actually, you know what?

I never even thought about it. So...

What kind of person doesn't have a side of the bed?

[thud]

[woman chuckling]

[woman moaning]

[couple moaning]

[both sighing]

So how are things with you and Pollack?

[moaning continues]

Hey, what are you... Oh.

What are you doing here?

Waiting for Cavanaugh.

It's gonna be a long wait. They're snowed in.

Snowed in?

Don't worry. They got a hotel. Nice room--

Oh, great. With a guy she used to date.

Hey, I thought things were good between you two.

So did I.

Um, look. I mean, you know her.

What do you think? About us?

Well, I just feel like,

well, maybe we're moving a little too fast.

And he's a great guy. Don't get me wrong.

Uh, it's been a lot of fun.

And, you know, it's nice

feeling like a woman. You know what I mean?

Is that a rhetorical question?

No, it's not what I think, Pollack.

It's what you think.

What do you feel?

But it just feels like something's...

Missing.

I don't know.

Maybe. You know, he's...

He's smart and...

She's infuriating.

And he's funny. And...

Then she makes me laugh.

Hmm.

And the sex is great.

I mean... Sometimes it's--

Yeah, too much information there, mate.

-Right, yeah. -Thanks.

[sighs] I don't know.

You still haven't answered the question.

How do you feel?

You asking for my opinion?

Yeah.

For real? Because...

Let's face it, Jordan. The last few months for you and I have been a little...

Weird, and I don't want to...

No, I want your opinion.

I think you already know.

I think we always know what we want deep down.

Not what we say we want, but what we really want.

Then again, what do I know?

No, I think you're right.

I think you're exactly right.

When did you get so smart?

Well, call me a romantic, but I figure that if you can't imagine

your life without that someone in it.

If...

Every day would be diminished if you weren't with her,

then you'll know.

And then you won't have to ask a Pommy bastard like me.

-[man roars] -[woman screams]

They're at it again.

Oh, to be young and in love.

[woman] Stop it! Ahhh! Ahhh!

That wasn't coming from next-door.

That wasn't that kind of a scream.

[man] What?

Someone's out in the tent.

I don't suppose a gun is gonna help us if this is a ghost.

It's no ghost.

[woman] No. No.

[woman] Go on!

[man] No, you take it.

-[Woody] Hey! -[man gasps]

All right, come on, everybody, let's go.

Nothing to see here. Let's move it. Move it in there.

You two. In there. Sit.

Hey, how come you didn't wake me...

Yeah, not the time, Davey.

A picture tells a thousand words. Found this next to the body.

You slaughtered two people and you wanted pictures?

No, it's just...

Oh, Kara, please, please talk fast.

I am itching to read you your rights.

No, no. It was a honeymoon present for Keith.

I've never had my picture taken with a real live dead person.

You had Morton's glass eye.

You wanted another piece of him.

She found it in the snow.

It's just, we needed a souvenir.

Doing a honeymoon tour of famous murder scenes.

Lizzie Borden Inn. The Black Dahlia killing fields.

[cell phone ringing]

Oh, God.

Hey, Nige. Give me a second. What are you doing up?

[Nigel] Hey, I've been trying to call you for hours.

Fascinating bloke, your James Rivers.

I ran those prints like you asked.

[static on line] He's a real man of mystery.

The abridged version, please, before I lose you.

Okay. The address he gave the hotel does not exist.

I repeat, it does not exist. He doesn't even exist.

At least not as James Rivers.

Okay, not who he isn't. Who he is.

James Larremy. No priors. But here's the fascinating stuff.

He was born in Littleton Village, where you are right now.

So why does a man return to his hometown under an alias?

And end up getting himself killed?

Thanks, Nige.

Hello?

When you come to this country,

you cannot work. Not for real wages.

You cannot get a job unless you are legal.

And you cannot get legal unless you have a job.

Unless you can find an ID.

Someone told us that Mr. Raleigh could help.

If you pay a lot of money,

he makes it so that you can work.

And he does this for a lot of people?

He takes you to his safety deposit room.

It's private. No cameras.

He promised that the Social Security cards were real.

That we use them to get jobs,

to open an account, to get credit.

But first we had to pay.

$5,000.

But we didn't have the money. So he did us a favor.

He said that he would take the rest out of our deposits.

25% of all the money that we put into the account.

All we wanted to do was to bring my son here.

Mrs. Alvarez, I can help find your husband's killer,

but you're here illegally.

And I think you need to realize that, um, I...

You want evidence? I've got evidence.

It's from his lower back. B-E-S-T.

It was buried in a tattoo, but it was a lividity depression.

Which means it's from wherever Raleigh stashed him after the murder.

Which could be anywhere.

We know that Raleigh erased the tapes,

which puts the crime at the bank.

Probably in the safety deposit room.

Were you listening to her, Jeffrey?

She lost everything. She can't go home.

I don't pick and choose which laws to uphold.

Of course you do. That's what D.A.s do.

Yeah, but you've got the feds involved.

You hand them this, they owe you a big chit.

That's how it works. Isn't it?

Jeffrey.

That's why Seely wasn't invited to your little inquest.

We want that warrant.

[Keith] Is this necessary?

[Kara] I want to see the jail.

[Woody] You sure the Hall of Records will be open?

[Davey] Yeah, I have a key.

Don't you love how exciting this is?

I mean, James Rivers really isn't James Rivers. He's James Larremy.

You know, only nobody really knows who Larremy is.

You know, I bet if we find that out,

we may actually get a motive for this--

Easy now, Columbo. Let's just get going.

-You sure your jeep is gonna make it through this? -[scoffs]

[jeep engine cranking]

[Woody] Perfect.

Look on the bright side.

There is no bright side.

Breaker, breaker. This is Sheriff Davey.

Any of you got a 20 on Big Al? We need a tow.

I'll see what I can do.

[Bug sighs] There's nothing in here that looks like

it could match that lividity mark.

And it's all too clean.

It still doesn't make sense.

I mean, even if Raleigh cleans the room,

how did he get the body out of here

without being seen?

Bug, it's cracked.

That matches the shape of the murder weapon.

All right.

Alvarez is desperate to get money to bring his son here.

When Raleigh says, "No," he gets upset.

It escalates into a fight. The picture falls.

And Raleigh slams him against this hook.

Damn it. Raleigh cleaned that, too.

I thought you could use refreshment.

Search warrant gave us access to your accounts.

Your name appears on 212 of them opened for dead people.

I'm the manager. My name appears on thousands of accounts.

That doesn't mean I control who sets them up.

You're talking about people

who use these stolen Social Security numbers to defraud the bank.

To take jobs away from Americans.

The bank is the victim here.

You son of a bitch.

[sighs] It's a shame about the coffee.

I'll get someone from the cleaning staff to get that up.

They're quite good.

You live around death for so long,

there's an instinct to be

numb to this type of tragedy, but it's horrible.

So, do you think the honeymooners killed him?

Well, there's no prints around his eye socket,

which supports their story that Kara found the prosthetic eye in the snow.

And there's none of their trace on his body.

So they're telling the truth.

I thought they were such nice people.

So in love, don't you think?

Oodles.

This doesn't make any sense, though.

What is it?

There's no hemorrhaging inside the wound.

It's postmortem. It wasn't cause of death.

Cyanide.

In the flask? Poison?

Why? What?

Davey gave him that flask.

He gave it to him right before you and the detective got here.

Okay. Excuse me.

I hope your friend's okay.

I think it's the radiator hose.

It's either cracked or somebody cut it.

Damn. It won't move.

Hey, do you have a screwdriver?

[couple screaming]

It's okay. Everything's fine. We've got it under control.

Wolf. Over there eyeing you.

Nasty buggers this time of the year.

Especially when they haven't eaten.

Gunshot must've scared him off.

How about a little warning next time, Rambo?

Radiator hose is busted. May have even been cut.

Who could've done that?

Hey, my car won't start. Is there a phone that I can use?

Okay.

Hey, any luck?

Seely searched Raleigh's house, his cars.

Even the boat he keeps at the marina.

Nothing?

You know, it just doesn't make any sense.

Mr. Alvarez couldn't fit inside a safety deposit box.

There's no way that Raleigh can make the body vanish.

Where's the safety deposit box room?

It's right here. They just don't label it.

They don't want people getting hold of the blueprints

and figuring out how to break in.

That's one big room.

That's, like, at least the size of this room.

You are brilliant. And I am so stupid.

The safety deposit box room is less than half this size.

So what's in the rest of that space?

[truck honks]

Hey, Big Al.

One of you boys call for some service?

Nice cologne you got on there, Detective.

You're like a young buck.

So, you've lived here your whole life.

Except the year I spent in Vegas.

I had dreams of being a showgirl.

Um, can I run a name by you, Big Al?

Oh, you can call me Alice.

Okay. Alice, do you know a James Larremy?

Lots of Larremys. No James.

Nope. Oh, wait.

I think Bill Larremy had a younger brother, Jimmy.

Family moved away about 20 years ago.

After Bill did what he did.

What did he did?

Left his fiancee at the altar.

The wedding was a huge event.

I remember that I ordered this dress over at Korvettes.

Fancy floral design.

I love flowers.

Whole town showed up, except the groom.

Poor Frances.

Frances? Frances Murphy?

Poor girl. I don't think she ever got over it.

Good thing Bill never showed his yellow keister in this town again.

Of course, Mama always said

Larremy didn't leave. Frances found him and...

[makes cutting noise]

They say it runs in the Carver family.

Excuse me a second.

[dialing]

[cell phone ringing]

-Woody! -Sorry to disappoint you.

Hey, I was just trying to call you,

-but this storm is... -Yeah, I heard.

Stranded at a romantic bed and breakfast with Woody, eh?

Nothing says romance like blood-stained furniture and severed heads.

Roads open yet? When you coming home?

I don't know.

You okay?

Yeah, I'm...

It's just that this crime scene was supposed to be exactly the same as it was,

and I...

You know, I can't talk now. Can I call you back?

Wait, Jordan...

You found Bill.

I couldn't let him leave me.

Believe me when I say I'm very sorry.

I'm touched.

Life takes unexpected turns, doesn't it?

I never thought I'd spend my life here running this place.

What did you think you'd be doing?

Living with Bill. Raising a family.

He was gonna buy us a farm in Missouri, but then...

He changed his mind?

And that's not right.

There's one person for everyone in the world, don't you think?

And Bill was mine. See, I knew that from the moment I met him.

He made me feel...

Well,

I couldn't imagine my life without him.

You know what I mean?

There's no way you're gonna get away with this, Frances.

Well, that's what Bill's brother thought.

Pretending to be a guest, writing a novel.

He just wanted to dig around.

And then he found Bill.

They're gonna find out it was you.

This gun? It's Davey's.

And I made sure that Morton's flask had his prints on it, too.

And everyone knows that he's just been dying to solve a big case.

So, see, they find you, and they put it all together.

And they'll think he just got carried away.

I guess you got it all figured out.

A hearse. A coroner in a hearse. Nice touch.

[gun cocks]

Jordan!

Jordan, are you here?

Jordan!

Get in.

Please don't make me ask you again.

Or what? What, you gonna kill me twice?

You think I'm gonna make this easy on you?

What are you gonna do?

[Woody] Jordan!

-[both grunting] -[Jordan] In the barn!

You okay?

Yeah, you missed all the fun.

I can arrest her now, right? I mean, it's okay if I go ahead and take her in?

Book her.

This is bordering on harassment now.

You know what had us stumped?

We thought there was no way out.

I don't know what you're talking about.

We're talking about the vault.

Which is hidden behind a wall in your safety deposit box room.

Nice security feature.

And a good place to stash a body.

Nice theory.

Mmm. Not theory. Fact.

Mr. Alvarez got this mark from laying on the floor of your vault

for 12 hours and 15 minutes after you killed him.

Your vault, which is constructed by Combe Steel.

B-E-S-T.

Maybe someone put him in there, but not me.

You made a mistake, Raleigh.

You know, you should pay better attention

when they give you the lecture on how your vault works.

Time of death was around noon.

At 12:09 p.m., guess who punched in

their own individual code to open the vault?

[Seely] The same person who punched his code in again

at 1:24 a.m. the next morning.

And removed a body.

I want to call my lawyer now.

It better be an expensive one.

[Seely] You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law.

You also have the right to have an attorney present...

I gave Brandau enough evidence.

So Raleigh will cop a plea and there won't be a trial.

Oh!

No reason for Mrs. Alvarez to be exposed.

Bug, thank you!

No big deal, Lily.

Don't sell yourself short.

You did a great job.

What are you doing here?

[chuckles]

Well, I get Raleigh.

And you get...

Have Mrs. Alvarez fill it out.

She wants a green card. That's step one.

I mean, we have to be sure that she's legal if her son's gonna be here.

Plane's due to leave Guatemala City first thing tomorrow morning.

Jeffrey, how did you--

I got a friend in immigration.

He owed me a really big chit. [chuckles]

Oh, Jeffrey!

[both laughing]

Thank you, Jeffrey.

Still not back yet?

No. Not a word.

Yeah, well, probably still snowed in.

Yeah, could be.

Hmm. Is that what I think that is?

Look, not a word about this to anyone. You gotta promise me.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. My word is gold.

So is this.

Plus the little diamond there.

I figured I'd...

I didn't want any more days diminished.

[chuckles nervously]

What do you think my chances are?

Hey, any news that the road home might be open yet?

No. Looks like we're snowbound.

Candy eyeballs.

-Saltwater taffy. -Ah.

And noose cookies.

Yeah. How about a liquid dinner?

Davey gave it to us as a thank-you gift.

Moonshine?

Oh!

Mmm. It grows on you, yeah.

-[chuckles] -I gotta say, Jordan, it's...

It's nice to be us again.

Past all that.

The fighting, anger. Yeah.

We did good on this.

I miss that.

Yeah, me, too.

Except for the almost dying part.

Yeah. Except for that.

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