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Bring me my blanket. It's freezing down here.

Hurry up. You forgot to put the heat on.

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

- Hey, Bobby.

Edie, got a live one. You start today.

- Okay.

I think you mean, thank you, Bobby.

I could really use the work.

- Yeah, thank you, Bobby.

I could really use the work.

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

- Cancer's a bitch. - Yeah.

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

- Okay, I'm ready.

Linette Versterberg, 84, bad legs, bad heart,

brain fine. Address, 1512 Baldwin Road.

Gate code 3950. Soon as possible. Empty house.

Okay, you got it.

Hey, show a little bit more enthusiasm

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

Whatever it takes to keep her happy. Capiche?

- Yep.

Ah, Hilga.

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

- You know it.

- You're up early.

I thought you were resting before the funeral.

- Yeah, uh no funeral for me.

Have another job. On the hills this time.

- Oh no, Edie already?

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

How long do you have to live at this house?

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

- Tell Bobby you need some time.

- I want time, but I need money.

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

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

Even if you won't take my wise advice

to throw it all away and start a tea shop,

you still need to take care of yourself.

- I am taking care of myself.

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

for that liquid gold.

Thank you.

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

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

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

I have amazing friends. I'm lucky.

My clients don't have any of that.

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

But what does that get them?

A stranger who lives in their house

and occasionally checks them for bed sores?

Whose life would you rather have, theirs or mine?

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

- Yeah, I'll try.

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

Yeah, yeah,

when I win the lotto.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, hey.

Stop, stop, stop!

- Hi.

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

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

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

- What?

Oh, no, no, this is a tool.

I forgot I was holding it.

I'm the gardener. Uh, forgetful gardener.

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

to memory care.

- Wait, what?

- Elder care joke. I'm Edie.

- Oh, uh... hey.

I'm... I'm Mateo.

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

Good luck. She barely talks to me.

- Hello?

Miss Versterberg, I'm Edie,

your new home care aide.

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

- Is there no longer such thing

as basic human dignity?

Uh... what?

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

prowling around like a predator on the hunt!

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

my husband would be out there trimming those rose bushes.

And not that overpriced idiot.

- Ms. Versterberg, I am Miss Edie Brown.

And I am sorry for barging in like that,

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

has been without care for several hours.

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

and make sure you're as comfortable as possible.

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

Do you have someone else here

in the house that's assisting you?

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

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

That's a good one.

But if there's no one else here

that has a nursing license...

I can't leave.

- You're trespassing.

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

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

and tossing me out the door? - What?!

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

Fully aware of your wheelchair dependence.

I'm going to take that to mean you understand

why I can't leave you here alone.

- You, you don't do--

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

So, if you could just show me your bedroom,

your primary bathroom, all of your medications,

and anything else that you think

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

We can go ahead and get started.

- This way. Come.

- Okay.

- How long have you been a nurse?

- About six years.

- Oh, remarkable.

So, who all works here?

- Just that bozo in the bushes.

- So, you have no housekeeper, no--

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

- Are you gonna get that?

- No, I only get junk calls.

- You have reached Bell Telephone.

This number has been disconnected. Goodbye.

You recognize that number?

- Hmm, stranger.

- Okay. Well, they are blocked.

- That's an unusual skill for a nurse.

- So, do doctors call you on your landline?

- They leave voicemails.

- Well, if doctors are calling on your landline,

we can't just be ignoring calls.

I can screen the numbers for you

and block out all the spam numbers.

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

- You got it, Boss.

So, if you could just show me your meds,

and then we can see my room?

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

Okay.

- There's poor cell service on the property,

so you'll need Wi-Fi.

The password's over there on the dresser.

- Okay.

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

- You got it, Boss.

- What are you doing?

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

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

- Your assertiveness may prove useful at some point.

- Ms. Versterberg,

isn't it just the highest honor to have you

visiting our modest establishment on this fine day?

How can we help you?

- Here.

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

but are you aware that this request would dissolve

all of your accounts with us?

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

- Ms. Versterberg, I must advise against this.

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

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

- And you don't trust me?

- You are not my financial planner.

- I see.

Well, is this...

Avery Simpson interested in opening an account with us?

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

- You know, Ms. Versterberg,

perhaps I can secure some additional perks

for your valued account. Give me just a moment.

- Stop wasting my time.

I want to dissolve my accounts.

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

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

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

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

- Not now, Edie.

- See how that works, Mr. Kerns?

I asked if she wanted water. She said no.

And I respect her by not pressing her on it.

- The look on his face.

He'd never been sassed by an aide before.

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

- I was going to have an aneurysm

if he kept mooning about my account.

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

- We need to get out of here.

- Is everything okay?

- Hurry up!

- Well, it looks like your refill is ready.

I can go pick that up.

- Here, take this.

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

Why?

- I'm being targeted.

Last night it was an attempted robbery.

Today, a man was watching us leave the bank.

Someone or some group is trying to target me.

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

- I know what they're trying to do.

They're trying to rob me. Or worse.

- Worse?

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

- Okay, I think the police should probably--

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

They know everything.

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

Boss, that is terrifying!

- Oh, you can't even imagine.

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

He saw us together. Just spray and run.

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

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

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

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

- Well, just fine.

Don't go get my medication.

But no one is delivering it,

and I'm not going back out there.

Hey.

- Hi.

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

- Yeah, yeah, she can be a lot.

Or so I hear. I basically never see her.

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

Are you going to the pharmacy?

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

- Oh, cool. You do art?

- Yeah, you know, like, like watercolors.

- No way. What do you paint? Turtles?

- I mean, I would if people would stop trying

to turn them into roadkill.

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

it's nice to have a hobby.

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

- And what would you call it?

- Dream job.

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

Yeah, all right. You think I'm naïve,

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

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

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

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

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

- All right, talk to you in a bit.

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

Yeah.

Here you go.

So, this break-in that happened,

your old nurse was here when it all went down?

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

- And you didn't see his face?

- No, he was wearing a mask.

- And he didn't take anything?

- Happened so very fast. Very shocking.

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

- Is it your goal to give me nightmares?

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

- What else is there to talk about?

Someone broke into my home and scared me

and my nurse half to death.

- Yeah, and then she just bounced on you.

I mean, that's kind of messed up.

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

is that we're still talking about this.

Unless you have secondary training as a detective,

leave it. I'm handling it.

- Of course, Boss. You ready?

- Oh.

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

One, two, three. All right.

There we go. I'll scoot you back.

Okay.

All right.

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

- Are you calling me fat?

What?

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

You must have that athlete gene.

- A lot of good it did me.

- Okay. Night, Boss.

- Night.

- This place...

Hey, Claire, sorry.

You okay?

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

God, I swear, it's like something

straight out of Downton Abbey.

At any minute, Lady Mary's going to turn

and ask me what's for dinner.

What is for dinner?

- Very funny. You'll be glad to know

that I did not have to cook for her.

- How is she? How's the job?

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

I'll give her that.

But she has this crazy story about a break-in

and someone stalking her, so.

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

That's what I said, but I mean,

she's got this big ass security gate

and she has a burglar alarm

and I'm pretty sure that there are cameras everywhere

and some guy just waltzes past all that

and doesn't get caught?

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

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

- No, but hallucinations and paranoia,

it's a sign of Alzheimer's.

- Oh, you think?

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

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

- So, she is being stalked?

Yeah... I don't know.

It seems like she was fighting with her previous nurse,

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

- Okay, Edie, either way,

this job sounds like bad news.

Come home.

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

Edie, you have to stop acting

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

- You know, I'm going to see

what I can do about game night, okay?

- Have you talked to her about it yet?

Not yet.

Edie.

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

Ms. Versterberg?

Hello?

Help!!

Okay, disable sleep mode on alarm system.

Okay, 73189.

Hey.

- Mateo, hi.

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

to help cheer her up on a recent scare.

- Well, that is super sweet of you.

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

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

I'm pretty sure she still thinks

I'm part of the automatic sprinkler system.

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

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

I'll leave you to your morning, okay?

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

You mentioned the scare.

Do you know what happened exactly?

- Wait, she didn't tell you?

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

- Well, I mean,

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

- Yeah. Scary stuff.

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

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

she was hurt pretty bad. Hospitalized, I think.

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

Are you serious?

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

that's why you're here, right?

- Freaking Bobby.

I mean, I knew there was an emergency,

but I mean, I had no idea.

- Well, I mean, you should know.

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

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

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

- Okay. Well, no, I get it.

You know, we're both replaceable.

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

I'd hate to see you get hurt.

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

- No, smooth it out.

- Well, I'm not done yet.

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

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

- How does he know?

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

- Yes, it is. She did.

- Wow.

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

- Of course not.

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

- Excuse me?

- You know, the clothes strewn about everywhere.

You got yourself ready.

Makes sense.

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

- You know how she's doing?

- She hasn't been able to speak.

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

Ungrateful brat never called.

- Yeah, Bobby, because she literally cannot speak.

She is in the hospital!

You know where she is? Why are you asking me?

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

- Look.

How am I supposed to know?

- Bobby, I've got to go.

What is it? - Electronic lift.

To move me from the chair to the bed.

- Okay, I don't understand.

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

- I value my independence.

You value your safety. Everybody wins.

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

How about we get breakfast started?

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

- Mary something.

Mary Shelley. Wait... no.

- Ooh, a pen. That's brave.

- Well, it's the local paper.

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

- Oh, that one was hard.

- It was!

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

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

- Yeah, bonjour.

But they hit the capitalization in the front

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

And then yesterday's puzzle.

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

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

- Isn't that what young people say?

- No one I know.

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

- Pfft, not even close.

That one has my favorite puzzles.

- Oh, those are objectively the best.

It's even written about.

- Oh, I believe it.

- Fine, go get it.

Hello?

Do you know a Preston?

- Scammer.

Edie!

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

Okay.

Where is the security footage from that night?

- Well, the police have it,

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

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

How did he get in?

- I don't know.

Hey, Mateo?

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

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

- That must be how he got in.

- Oh, you mean the robber?

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

He wasn't on any of the security footage.

Do you think you could patch it?

- Yeah, absolutely. Easy.

- Thanks. - Yeah.

Hey... - Yeah?

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

- What?

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

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

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

Come on, indulge me.

How am I supposed to seal this hole?

I don't know where it goes.

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

- It's a time-travel portal?

- Yep. - I love it!

Okay. Listen, I shall seal the portal.

- Okay.

And restore the cosmic order of time.

Bye, Mateo.

- Later.

- You really should hire a security guard.

- No. - Well, why not?

- Do you know what they cost?

My goal is to avoid being robbed blind.

- Pretty sure it's gonna cost less

than your entire estate and... your life.

- I don't want people milling about,

gawking at the poor old rich lady.

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

This is foolish.

- Well, it's the best option we have

if you won't hire a real guard.

- Hey.

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

- Your wish... is my command.

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

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

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

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

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

- We are going to go get a guard dog.

- That's perfect.

- I know. - It's ridiculous.

- She's gonna love it.

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

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

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

- Gambling. Animals. What a circus.

- Okay, see you later.

- He's here.

- Are you sure? - The black SUV.

- Hey!

- It's him. I know it!

- Stop!

Excuse me!

He'll catch up!

- Not a chance.

- Whoa!!

- You okay? - We actually lost him.

- We need to keep moving. - Good idea.

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

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

when you've done the sweep? Thank you.

- We good? - Mm-hmm.

- Fine.

- You still want a dog, not a man?

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

- Guard dog it is.

- He's gonna be great.

- We'll see.

His bark is terrifying.

- He is very alert.

- Did they say he was trained?

- Yeah. I think he was the one.

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

Oh, man.

- He's very loud.

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

Uh, what's his name?

Killer.

Hey there, buddy.

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

Hmm, hello, sir.

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

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

Right, very funny.

- But seriously, you did good.

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

- Yeah, I don't know about that.

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

- Well, it is literally my job.

- That's not what I mean.

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

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

- Nah, I don't know.

- No, I do.

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

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

- Yeah, sure, no problem. - Yeah.

- Hey... where would you go first?

- Where would I go?

- Yeah, yeah, the time travel portal.

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

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

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

- Okay, when I was a kid,

Grandma's kitchen, making tea from scratch.

- Okay, making potions with Grandma, huh?

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

where we would take the kitchen,

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

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

She would take my order, I would sit down.

At the end, she would bring me a bill,

something I could pay in pebbles or something.

- You know, pebbles are prime currency in Grandmaville.

- Hundred percent. That and hugs.

- Wow. She sounds like a special lady.

- Yeah, she really was.

- It's a great memory.

- I have a lot of good memories with her.

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

I was lucky. Yeah, I got a lot.

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

- You're welcome.

- Yeah.

Right. - Yeah.

- All right, you have everything you need.

Oh, do you want the dog with you?

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

- Pretty sure he's housebroken.

- He's better out there guarding the premises.

- You got it, Boss.

- Edie? - Yes.

- Thank you for your help today.

- Of course.

Night!

Are you okay? - Where is he?

- Did you see him? - No.

- Okay, the alarm is going off,

so that means the police are on their way.

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

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

Have some water.

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

- Is it him? Is he here?

He's in the house!

Oh, no! Killer!

What do we do?

Police! Open up!

- Same guy.

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

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

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

- No, I came straight to you first.

- You were in her room.

- Yes. - And what did you see?

- In her room? Well, nothing,

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

- Wait, the killer?

- No, Killer is our guard dog.

- You have a guard dog? - Yes.

- And he was pursuing the so-called intruder?

- He was barking.

- "So-called"?

- Look, we searched the house,

we reviewed Mrs. Versterberg's footage.

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

Killer, I presume?

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

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

- And it's completely understandable

if you feel like you need a little extra security.

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

That goes direct to my desk.

Okay, I mean no disrespect here,

but this is the second break-in attempt,

and you haven't caught the guy,

so shouldn't you be out patrolling the streets

around here instead of sitting behind your desk?

- I can make that request.

- Yeah, we should do that.

- Of course.

Now, you ladies just need to relax.

Take a bubble bath, watch some TV, unwind.

There's nothing for you to worry about.

And if you do feel worried,

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

- You know what? Thanks for stopping by.

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

- That guy thinks we're just lonely.

- The ego he must have to imagine

that we're preoccupied with him?

- Boss, I am so sorry.

- Re-arm the alarm.

Make sure all the doors are secure.

- Hmm.

What's this? Ah! Ah!

Ah, dang it!

What are you doing?

Edie, get out of there at once!

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

I guess the cop left the door open.

What is that awful smell?

- It's probably dead rats.

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

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

Also, I busted my phone.

- Leave that. We'll do that later.

- Okay...

Now, what if we hire a security guard

that just works the night shift?

- That's pointless.

Security guards are just cops without training.

- But at least someone would physically be here.

I mean, that's worth something, right?

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

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

- Here.

There's a pencil over there.

- What is this?

- Seems my printer makes copies too.

- This is very nice of you, Linette.

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

- No peeking.

- In your dreams!

- Done!

Come on, Linette!

- Hey! Can I get that basement key?

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

- Sorry.

- What do you need in the basement?

- I was going to go clean up that glass.

Never mind that.

Here, go get a new phone.

- This is way too much for a new phone.

- Well, it's for a new phone

and to also compensate you as you leave this post.

- Boss...

- I won't tell your supervisor a thing.

Get out now before you get hurt.

- I'm not going to abandon you.

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

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

- Well, what?

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

You don't owe me anything.

- It is my job to keep you safe.

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

- I'm a nurse.

- And that is a noble calling.

But when the job goes beyond what could be reasonably

asked of a human being, the contract is broken.

You must move from performing your duties

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

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

and I'll be right back.

Friends or not, I like you, Boss.

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

Oh, boo. Why not?

- Because the threat is real.

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

Edie, this is above your pay grade.

Get out of there. Seriously.

- I can't.

Edie, can you call me so I know you're...

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

Love you. Bye.

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

about something that's--

Finish this one.

You guys, I need to--

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

- You can share from my pile.

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

- And I promise to make us Cubanos, right?

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

for high-security accounts, but apparently not.

- You guys, something happened.

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

Officer Clement? Yes, he came back.

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

Technically, he did not break into my car,

but he attacked me while I was in my car.

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

I Maced him. But he was the attacker.

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

- Yeah. - To help you,

I'm just having trouble understanding what happened.

What was the provocation for you to draw your weapon?

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

Who is this?

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

Can you guys get serious about this case?

Look, we take every allegation serious,

but you gotta understand, all I hear from her

is circumstantial information.

I've got nothing to pursue.

If you have something, please give it to us.

- What about the burglar alarms?

Like I said before, that alarm can be confusing.

There's no shame in struggling with the technology.

- What are you even talking about?

- Okay, let me ask you guys this question.

What do you need from us to make a case?

Bring me any real evidence,

not just what she says of foul play,

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

- Thank you, Officer Clement.

- Okay, I don't understand.

How can he say there's not evidence?

They have the footage from last night.

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

- Well, I have no idea how.

They have their own access at the company.

- Okay, well, where is your security room?

- Security room?

Your monitors.

- Monitors? This isn't the Pentagon.

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

- Well, this is your password book, right?

Here it is, security.

Do you mind?

- Well, would you look at that?

Ooh! I'm having a hunger pang.

- Cubanos, right? - Yes.

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

- Wait, but...

- Told you I was famished.

- You ready? - Mm-hmm.

All right.

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

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

- You act like it's rocket science.

- Well...

What?

Mateo? I've got something!

Hmm?

- Well, I just watched the footage.

Our one and only chance at giving the cops

any hard evidence and, well, look at this.

The driveway cam looks like this since yesterday.

- What?

- That's strange!

- Yeah, it is strange,

especially considering that Mateo went

through all that trouble trimming the leaves

so we could see.

- Oh my God, what did I do?

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

- Edie, bring the password book to the library.

- Okay.

Open this bottom cabinet.

Grab the new English dictionary.

Okay.

What is that?

- Well, we'll see.

Okay.

Ooh!

Now this is better together.

Just look for the birth certificate.

Don't bother with anything else.

- What is this?

- That was my first trip to Europe.

I loved that boat.

- How old were you?

- I was six, I think.

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

- I don't think so.

Oh, my goodness, look at you.

- That is my boarding school picture.

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

- Wow, that is really young.

- I was the youngest kid there.

I spent all my time wondering

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

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

at school than you were at home.

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

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

I was doing all my chores best and fastest.

Acing all my tests. Making myself necessary.

I didn't want to be sent away again.

It's fine.

It made me who I am today.

Now I call the shots and not them.

- Well, what can you do?

Parents, they... they mess you up.

- Yeah, that's a fact.

Ooh, I found it! Here it is.

- Who is Avery Simpson?

- Oh, it's my financial planner.

He's helping me move all my stocks

into what he calls stable accounts.

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

- What, so no wheelchair chase escapades for Avery?

- That's way too fun for Avery.

- Oh! - Oh.

- Everything all right, Boss?

- Oh, just old age.

Any sign of anything?

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

- May I give you some advice about aging?

- Please. - Don't.

Avoid old age at all costs.

- Come on, it's not all bad.

- Yes, it is. Everybody knows it.

That's why they try to make us disappear,

to shove us into nursing homes and retirement communities.

- Those places are to help people thrive.

- No, they exist because society can't stand

seeing bodies decompose

when someone's still living inside it.

- Well, I think age is cool.

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

you've got street cred, you know.

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

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

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

Where are we?

- We are at my place.

We're not gonna go back to yours.

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

And bonus, it's game night.

- Absolutely not!

- This is the safest place for you to be.

Look, everyone expects you to be at your house,

not at my place across town.

- No one is gonna find you.

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

you call home.

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

- This is kidnapping.

- Well, I packed you an overnight bag.

You're going to sleep in my room,

and I'm gonna take the couch.

- Oh, God, no.

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

but it's got to be better than dead.

- What about Killer?

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

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

I have a bag full of valuables on my lap,

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

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

Hey, hey! We made it for game night!

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

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

- That's unfortunate.

Edie.

- Oh, yes.

Perfect.

- Oh, you can't be serious.

- Oh, come on. Do you actually think anyone

is coming here looking for a payday?

- Hmm.

All right.

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

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

- Sure, yes.

Let's see.

Have you ever played Dungeons and Dragons?

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

But my sex party days are long gone. Edie!

- First of all, that is just a game.

Claire, she's not our age.

- Right. Got it.

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

- That is me and my grandma,

right after I graduated high school.

- She looks tough.

- Oh, she was tough.

Uh, and loving. She practically raised me.

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

- Unfit?

- You could say that.

And they couldn't afford boarding school,

so I went to Grandma.

- That's lucky for you.

- Yeah, I really was. I loved her.

- She's gone?

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

I could have gone somewhere close by,

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

- And that's why you do this work.

Edie, can you let them in?

- Yeah.

Hi, can I help you?

Hi.

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

- How did you find us?

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

- You stay right there.

- What are your intentions with Ms. Versterberg?

- To keep her safe. Who hired you?

- A friend of Ms. Versterberg,

who's concerned about her well-being.

Why'd you bring her here?

- To keep her away from you.

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

Are you kidding me?

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

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

- Because you were chasing us.

- I think we're on the same side.

- I think you're trying to trick me.

- Are the phones working okay?

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

but she never picks up.

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

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

Unless she's suffered some kind of paranoid break,

which given who you think I am, tracks.

- Paranoid? Why would you say that?

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

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

she stood him up for a coffee date,

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

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

- I'm her home care aide.

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

- Did she mention him?

- Shoot.

- Do you know a Preston?

- Scammer.

- Linette!

I... I should have caught it.

- Caught what?

- Mr. Metzler,

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

He did call the house the other day,

and she thought he was a scammer.

- So, what are you thinking? Dementia?

- Yeah, somebody else mentioned

that she wasn't acting herself lately.

And I guess I just completely ignored the signs.

I'm really sorry.

- I see.

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

And I will call memory care first thing in the morning

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

Actually, would you do me a favor

and ask your client to please visit her?

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

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

- Yeah, and sorry.

- So, I can be a wizard.

- You can be.

- Hmm, strange game.

- Where are they?

- Oh, we're going.

- Really?

- Oh my, finally.

- Mateo?

- There's my favorite creature. Oh!

I love you. Don't tell anybody.

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

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

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

Are you good while I get his food?

- We'll be fine.

Such a baby.

You might as well go back to your friends.

I can put myself to bed.

- Boss, do you remember Preston?

- The scammer on the phone the other day?

- Yes, but do you know him?

- You think I'm lying.

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

- You think I'm crazy.

- I do not think you're crazy.

I think you may be a little confused,

which is totally normal for an 84-year-old

to have the occasional moment of confusion.

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

What's gotten into you?

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

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

He wanted to make sure that everything was all right.

- What else did he say, this PI?

- Well...

he said that Preston heard about the break-in.

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

Is that ringing a bell?

- It's all true.

We were very close.

And he's a scammer.

- How so?

- He's a romance scammer.

I know, it's just so foolish.

He was courting me, I suppose.

Or at least pretending to.

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

- Wow.

- Yeah, I couldn't believe it.

An old coot like me, desired.

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

- Well, turns out he just wanted my money.

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

or maybe he would've just treated me badly

once we were married.

Whatever the case, I was being played the fool.

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

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

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

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

- I totally understand that.

And you know what? Screw that guy.

- Serves me right for entertaining thoughts

of romantic notions at my age.

Looking back, it was just so obvious.

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

- Tell me about it.

And you entrusting Mateo with the care of a dog?

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

- Okay.

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

- Oh, look at your face light up.

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

- We're just friends.

- Mm-hmm.

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

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

- I'm just concerned.

- Yeah, of course. Of course.

I am too. Go find Mateo.

Then you can go back with your friends.

- You trying to get rid of me, Boss?

I will be right back. Okay?

Mateo!

Killer, come here. Come on.

Killer. Shh.

Boss, there is someone in the basement.

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

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

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

Mateo is not answering me.

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

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

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

- Well, he probably has PTSD

from when you almost broke your neck on the stairs.

Just calm down.

- What about Mateo?

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

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

You're probably right.

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

out there chasing fireflies or something.

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

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

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

- I cannot believe that Bobby

didn't tell me anything about this.

- Your supervisor?

He sounds like a real gem.

- Oh, you have no idea.

You know what? How about you take a rest,

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

- Sounds good. Then we can all relax.

Goodness.

Okay, here we go.

A flower? Oh, my.

Mm. That'll do.

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

who do you think is?

- So, many people want my money.

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

How does this work?

- What? - The money.

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

- Oh, that's fine.

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

- Same.

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

So, I did one of those

ill-advised genealogy test things.

- Which one did you do?

- Oh, it's the purple logo one.

- I did the same thing.

- Really? - Yeah.

- Did you get a promotional credit in the mail?

- Yes, it sucked me right in.

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

any of whom could inherit my wealth when I die.

- Do you not have a will?

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

- Well, I revoked that will long ago.

My intended benefactor just broke my heart.

I haven't been very lucky in love.

- Again, same.

Can I see your genealogy chart?

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

- Oh, I've got you.

I have the app. What is your login?

I want to know what our suspect list is.

- Another login.

Who could remember them all?

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

Here it is. Let's see here.

- What is that awful noise?

- Weird.

Linette?

- What happened?

- Are you okay?

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

- You stay right here. Front door is locked.

I will be right back.

- Where's Killer? Killer!

Killer?!

Whoa. Edie?

What are you doing here?

- Mateo, I was so worried.

I thought you were like kidnapped or dead or something!

Where were you?

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

Are you okay?

- Yeah. Just freaked. The power went out.

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

Hey, is Ms. V. inside?

- Wait, why are you downing a tree?

It's the middle of the night.

- I thought you guys were still out.

Plus, Ms. V. hates loud machines.

Yeah, she makes me use a manual lawnmower.

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

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

Come on.

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

- Hi, Boss. We're safe.

I found your culprit.

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

We have a couple of downed power lines.

Yeah, no, no.

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

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

On it.

- Edie, go to your game night.

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

- Don't be so stubborn.

- You first.

Yeah, okay. Thank you. Thank you very much.

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

Apparently a windstorm took over the whole grid

a few towns over.

They sent all the emergency workers there.

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

on top of the fridge.

- Yes, ma'am.

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

with an old woman and no internet.

Go. Have fun with your friends.

- I'm not going.

Please don't.

You're doing too much, Edie.

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

Seeing your dwelling space,

it was more than I had bargained for

when I engaged your services.

- Okay, you know what?

I'm just gonna go unpack your bag.

Linette. What is this?

- I've had this for ages.

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

See if I can stop the vultures from circling.

- No. What is this?

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

- How do they make you feel?

- Forgetful. Tired.

You know I need to be alert.

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

but you can't just stop taking your medications.

You need it.

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

- Look, I cannot force you to take them,

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

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

It's too risky.

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

- Sure.

Resuming your regimen would be adequate preventative care.

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

to take your meds, I'll go.

You're really sick of me, huh?

These are for the drive gate.

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

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

- Goodbye.

- All right, cast your spell.

Nat 20. That's good.

- Hey, guys.

- There she is.

- Edie! You made it.

- Now we have a game.

- Hey, are you making hot toddies?

- She just left work. Let her chill out.

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

- Chills her out.

- So, Edie's patient...

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

what is it, Edie? A robber?

- Yeah, something like that.

People suck, and that lady is a national treasure.

- She's really rich, huh?

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

- Is she single?

- Ew! That's not funny.

- So, sensitive.

- Look, I literally thought there was someone

inside the house tonight trying to kill her, okay?

- Wait, what? What happened?

Yeah, it's a long story.

- Mateo?!

- And that is the sad story of Linette Versterberg.

Okay, so where were we?

- Wait, Edie, this is an insane job.

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

- Well, it is insane that people will try

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

- Sure, or counterpoint,

it's messed up that she has so much money

that she might actually have to die over it.

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

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

who are just trying to get our fair share.

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

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

like redistribution of the wealth,

that's a different story, but--

- Hold on. Why are we assuming that the criminal

is somehow our hero here?

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

- This is not about rules.

This is about being a decent human being

and protecting society's most vulnerable.

- Greg's imagining some disenfranchised father of six

just trying to put food on the table.

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

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

- Hey, you know what?

I actually happen to have her genealogy chart right here.

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

They stick together.

- Concentration of wealth.

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

why doesn't she just redistribute her wealth

amongst the masses?

- Maybe that's what she's doing.

She is working on her will tonight.

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

- Could open up your tea shop.

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

I don't know what, but...

Something that'll make the papers

and let all of her relatives know

that killing her would not make them rich.

- Wait, donate it all to charity?

- Yeah. Honestly,

would not be shocked if she donated it all

to the animal shelter that her guard dog came from.

- Mateo! Where are you?!

Mateo, where are you?!

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

- It's Mateo. - Edie?

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

- Missed what?

- It's him! Bye.

Come on, Boss, pick up. Pick up!

This is Clement.

- Officer Clement, I know who it is!

Who am I talking to?

- Hello? Hello?

Come on.

What? I know I locked that gate.

Linette?

- Linette!!

- Boss?

What?

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

- Where's Mateo? Mateo?!

- Mateo's taking Killer

to the 24-hour pet hospital three towns over.

- What? What happened?

- I gave the dog chocolate

so I could get them both out of the house.

No reason for them to suffer.

- Suffer? Suffer what? I...

- Also gave Mateo my new will,

so he could mail it to the lawyer.

That's thanks to you, Edie.

You're such a good accomplice.

- I...

what are you talking about?

- But I did wonder if I could effectively

replace Linette's original. What a mess.

- I don't understand.

- Edie, you deserve to.

You see, I, I thought I had to transfer

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

If it works.

- If what works?

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

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

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

and he made me turn in my keys.

- How do you know Bobby?

Bobby never speaks directly to our clients.

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

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

- True.

You're not Linette Versterberg.

- Oh.

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

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

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

- Why on earth would you--

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

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

I was just so nervous about it.

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

- Transfer funds.

Who is Avery Simpson?

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

- You're Avery Simpson.

- Linette's former nurse and future benefactor.

- What have you done?

- You know, I can barely believe it myself.

And I was so terrified when I had to break back

into the estate and replace her.

- What did you do?

- What I had to do.

And then you showed up.

And you were so adamant about staying and helping.

So, I made it look like the intruder returned.

I thought it would scare you off, Edie.

- Are you okay?

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

- No!

- So, this was all a lie?

The wheelchair, the intruder, the boarding school story?

- That one was true.

I haven't really told anyone else that,

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

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

take me to wherever you have Linette.

We can talk this through.

- We can't.

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

but we can figure this out, okay?

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

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

- How so?

- She was a classic rich bitch.

Demanding. Judgmental.

I'm sure you know the type.

- So, she never let up, huh?

- She didn't even learn my name.

And I'm nine years younger.

And she has everything. And I have nothing.

Turns out, hard work doesn't mean squat

if you don't have the right pedigree.

The system is stacked against people like us, Edie.

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

- I decided to take my life back.

After Bobby took my access keys.

Hurry up.

I snuck back onto the grounds.

Bobby didn't even bother to have

her case manager tell her I was gone.

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

Where were you?

Go find out what that noise was all about.

But she couldn't come and help.

It just isn't what it used to be.

And my plan was airtight. I thought, anyway.

I timed it all out.

I had ten minutes to finish the job.

It would take two minutes for her to go unconscious.

I'd deal with the rest later.

- Police! Open up!

Police! Police!

Police! We're comin' in!

Stand back. I'm gonna kick it in.

Mrs. Versterberg?

- Yes, officer?

- Ma'am, are you all right?

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

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

That cop had just seen me the week before

when I was timing the alarm system.

He didn't even notice.

Like I said, Edie,

no one looks at you when you're old,

especially when you're a woman.

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

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

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

Hi.

I uh, figured you

didn't want a murder on your hands.

There was no time to check the rooms for anything

that would tip you off to my game,

so I kept the doors locked just in case.

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

So, that's it.

- Avery, where is Linette now?

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

You have to burn the body.

Can't leave anything to autopsy.

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

- Edie, Linette was an heiress.

- So she deserved to die?

- She certainly didn't deserve that money!

Even though she thought she was better than everyone else.

- And you think you deserve it?

- I need it.

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

Hopefully the rest will come through the will,

but if not...

well, with half her family fortune,

I can enjoy my sunset years.

- Oh, my God.

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

- I know I will.

I tried to get you out, Edie.

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

That's all. - Avery, no!

- I even told First Sunrise that I, Linette,

gave you the night off

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

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

- I can't.

I've given my whole life to other people.

It's time for me to put myself first.

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

Please, please, stop! Please!

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

- I'll miss you, Edie.

You're a spitfire. Remind me of myself.

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

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

- I do. I do. I know you.

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

and that you're smarter than most,

and that you have a wicked sense of humor.

- It doesn't matter.

- Avery, it matters. You matter.

You asked me what our relationship was.

You and I are family.

Not by blood, sure.

But whatever you are going through right now,

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

- Even now?

- Yes. Even now.

You can stop. I can help.

- It's too late.

- No, Avery...

- It's just too late.

No, Avery! Avery! Avery!

- Oh no, you don't.

Ah!

Come on!

Oh, thank God!

- I spent three years in this house, Edie.

I know every direction you can go.

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

- I bet you a million I won't.

- Avery, just stop, okay? Just stop!

Avery, enough! Enough!

It's over now.

Avery, it's over.

We can face them together.

- I didn't want to kill you.

- I know. And you didn't.

So, let me help you, Avery.

Edie's a really nice girl.

- Well, I look forward to meeting her.

- Don't Mace me.

- Kurt, what are you doing here?

- Just closing out my contract.

Preston, please meet Edie Brown.

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

And Edie, this is my client, Preston Versterberg,

Linette's cousin.

- How do you know Mateo?

- The gardener?

- Yes, I saw you two together

in front of the art store last week.

- Oh, yes. I spotted him in town.

Recognized him from here.

He told me, erroneously, that Linette was alive.

Why do you ask?

- Well, that is a long story.

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

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

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

- Well, you couldn't save my cousin.

But you caught her killer.

I won't forget you, Ms. Brown.

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

- Take care. - Bye.

Huh. Hey, you.

- Hey.

- I just met your new boss.

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

until he finds someone to buy the place.

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

You should show him your paintings.

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

- Wow, Mateo.

- I was gonna give it to you,

but then you know everything happened and,

and I wasn't sure, so...

- It's beautiful.

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

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

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

- Yeah. This is her dream.

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

and what wasn't.

I really do feel like the friendship was real.

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

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

- I want that. Yes.

- I'll call you.

- Perfect. We'll talk soon.

- From the permit office.

- It's my cafe permit.

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

- Killer?

Hello. Hi.

Okay.

Ready?

There you go.

Good boy.

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