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It's perfect.

Steady, strong.

Just like my Noah.

Though... it would help if you'd try to relax, dear.

Please. I don't understand why I'm here.

What do you... what do you want from me?

Oh, it's not about what I want.

It's about what Noah needs.

My son. He's about your age.

There's another boy here?

He was asking about you just this morning.

He called you his guardian angel!

Would you like to meet him?

He's... fragile now. Resting.

So you'll have to keep your voice down.

Noah. Sweetheart, are you awake?

I've brought you a visitor.

- What's wrong with him? - His heart is broken.

He needs a new one.

But thanks to you, today is his lucky day.

Bless you, child.

Here's what we know.

The remains of six young men were found at a cabin in Hyde Park.

Joe Maxwell wasn't one of them.

CSI's still on site, but we have to assume

that he's alive and Beth Colt still has him.

So everything Colt told the clinic

that she volunteered at was a lie.

The medical license, name, address, all falsified.

And the only thing that's real on that screen is her photo,

which we ran through the AMA's physician master file database.

Her real name is Elizabeth Coulter.

She's a trauma surgeon. NYU class of '04.

Single mother, a flourishing career

until her seven-year-old son Noah was diagnosed with Amyloidosis.

It's a disease that causes multi-system organ failure.

She tried getting him on every transplant list,

but he did not qualify because--

Because they don't give a kidney to a kid

who'll need a lung three months later.

- It's... heartbreaking. - And confusing.

Her son dies, she goes off the grid,

she changes her ID and then just starts killing other kids? Why?

For a start, I don't think her son is dead.

Amyloidosis is incurable.

I don't think he's cured, I think he's not dead.

The autopsy results on the bodies found at the cabin

show that all six died of exsanguination,

and that's not even the most upsetting part.

Uh, this is the most upsetting part.

Organ removal.

Yeah, each victim had at least one vital organ removed.

Heart, liver, kidney.

So you're saying that she's harvesting organs

from kidnapped kids to keep her son alive?

I'm not not saying that.

Halothane is a banned anesthetic.

Banned, but not out of circulation.

I know people who still use it.

Mob doctors, back alley surgeons...

Halothane is more cost-effective than the legal stuff,

so almost every bargain basement bottom dweller uses it.

Although... I think it's highly unlikely

that they're gonna offer up their suppliers to a cop.

How about to a patient?

Mr. Jones. Glad you came in today.

It says here you want a nose job.

Yeah, um, it's obviously not cosmetic.

I have a deviated septum.

Did you want to take care of the hairline while we're at it?

What's wrong with my hairline? My hairline's perfect.

Maybe give the cheekbones a boost.

We're currently doing a two-for-one deal.

On cheekbones? Huh... People do one cheekbone?

I'm just saying that I can help you with whatever you need.

Well, uh, clearly, I need a lot,

so how much for the two-for-one deal?

It's a 650 deposit. We take E-Pay.

There's a barcode on the paperwork there,

it's standard stuff if you want to take a moment to read--

All right, well, here's what I'm gonna do instead.

I'm gonna, uh, read you your rights.

I'm with the Philadelphia Police Department.

You just earned yourself 10 to 24 months.

And I know you like a deal, so I can knock that down

maybe 10 percent if you tell me who your halothane supplier is.

- You got 10 seconds, 10, 9... - Fine.

But you didn't hear any of this from me.

Mm-mm.

There's three local suppliers.

Police! Show me your hands!

Come on. Move!

Police! Don't move!

Hands off the gun!

Police!

Down on the ground! Get down!

I need you to listen to me very carefully,

'cause I'm only gonna say this one time.

I'm not here as a cop, I'm here as a father.

What you sold, you sold to a woman who abducted my son.

Her name's Elizabeth Coulter.

I need to know where I can find her,

and I need to know right now.

- Sad story. - Is it?

- I wish I could help. - You don't. Uh, but you will.

Maybe... Maybe you're just camera shy.

I know what you're thinking.

But a child is being harvested for parts.

Jay is doing his best to keep that from happening.

Doing the wrong thing for the right reasons

is still doing the wrong thing.

- Mike... - But what I'm thinking is...

I don't really have a better idea.

It's the scumbag in room three.

Coulter had him send the halothane

to a shipping and receiving warehouse in Callowhill.

You have an address?

I hate stakeouts.

You want to act, you feel this urgency,

but all you can do is wait.

I hate them for another reason.

- Ken was a good dude. - Great partner. My friend.

After he was killed...

those were some dark days.

Not so dark too, on the couch.

You were supposed to stay over to help me grieve.

Well, I did. Sex is a way to cope with grief.

Then we did a copious amount of coping, then.

Whatever happened to that couch?

I don't know.

It was a nice couch, though.

Yeah.

There she is. The woman who took Keith.

I'll get closer, get a positive ID.

You go around the back.

Hey, hey, hey!

Hey, police, open this up.

Nikki!

Nikki!

Hello, can you hear me?

Please. Please, wake up.

- Max? - Yeah.

How did you know?

My name is Nikki. I'm a police officer.

- I've been looking for you. - She was just here.

She said she was coming right back.

Is she alone? Have you seen anyone else?

Good. You're awake.

- What are you doing? - Just a mild sedative.

- Wait. - It'll make you feel better.

You don't have to do this. Beth. I'm a police officer.

I know about your son.

That you want to save him, right? But at what cost?

I won't bury my child.

Because of that, six other mothers had to bury theirs.

- I was almost number seven. - Oh, my God.

You held my son.

Yours was the one that got away. How poetic.

These transplants require a lot of blood.

Your son was a steady supply.

You had no right.

I never took more than he could handle.

Still, his was a noble deed.

But now here you are, in his place,

ready to do the same.

Of course, open heart surgery is much more extensive.

We'll likely have to bleed you dry.

I don't care if the vice president is in town, okay?

I don't care if it's the president.

I don't care if it's the pope,

I don't care if it's the ghost of Queen Elizabeth.

She needs a babysitter, she can pay 20 dollars an hour

like everybody else. One of ours is missing.

Forget the motorcade and help us find her, please!

Yeah, they're staring, but they're not annoyed.

They're happy somebody's screaming about it, and so am I.

Halothane supplier, what do you got? Anything?

Look, just to be clear, to find Nicole, no lanes, okay?

- Anything goes. - I got you. What do you got?

- Come on. - You got clamps, anesthesia,

CT scanner, surgical table, dialysis machine, stirrups.

All sent to the shipping address.

- Why hasn't the alert gone out? - I asked them to wait.

- Well, what for? - So I could be the one

to tell my kids that their mother is missing.

Jason, Jason. Please tell them that we're going to do

everything that we possibly can. And once that alert is issued,

I will see to it that it's reissued

- with regular updates, okay? - Okay. Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Say that again.

- Tell Sid and Keith-- - No, no, regular updates.

- What about it? - Yeah. Certain medical devices

have regular software updates remotely.

If one of the machines that she has gets those updates,

we'll be able to track her through her IP address.

Let's go. Let's go, let's go, let's go.

Hey, Sid. Listen, I need to talk to you and your brother right now.

Hey, Dad wants to talk to us.

Okay. Knocking would be good.

"Dear diary, when will the fuzz on my lip turn into a real moustache"?

I never saw you as a journal keeper.

We... learned to do it in therapy.

It's part of the healing process.

Oh. Sorry.

Dad, you still there?

Yeah, hey, uh, I gotta tell you both something.

- It's important. - Dad, if this is about finding

the person that took me, I've been reading about what happens next--

- No, no, Keith... - No, I know.

I'll have to identify her, testify against her.

When I escaped, I thought I'd never have to be

in the same room as her again, but--

Hey, listen. It's not about that,

it's about Mom. Something happened to her.

What? What happened to her?

She was taken.

We need to focus on getting out.

- No, we can't escape her. - Of course we can.

You know, she took my son once.

She held him, just like you.

And he escaped.

You can do it too.

You have the same fight in you, I can tell.

Now, um...

You see that IV in your arm right there?

I'm gonna need you to take it out.

What if she comes back?

Maybe we should just wait for the police.

I don't think we have time to wait.

Come on, Max, you can do this.

Grab the plastic tube right there and pull.

Now, uh, give the tube a firm yank.

That's okay. That's what we want.

You see that surgical table right there?

It has tools that you can use to free yourself, Max.

How's your aim? Ever play cornhole?

With the beanbags?

- Yeah. - Instead of a beanbag, you have an IV bag.

Which you're gonna throw onto that surgical table,

and then you're gonna take the tube,

and then reel it over to you.

Take your time.

Yeah. Oh, that's perfect.

That's great. Just, uh...

Come on, reel it in. Reel it in, yeah.

Can you reach the syringe?

There.

Good.

Now, here's what I need you to do.

Dialysis machines, they get software updates.

This is good, but to track it, we need to know who the manufacturer is.

CMT Incorporated, and we already pulled the warrant.

It's a map of every CMT customer

who has a dialysis machine in the greater metro area.

Those are IP addresses that CMT provided.

- How many addresses is this? - 145.

That's too many addresses, we don't have time.

We got a hit on the alert.

Colt's car was spotted in the vicinity of Alden Park.

Oh, yeah, that area, I count... ten.

Ten? Ten, we can do. Ten's good.

And to paraphrase our fearless leader,

- let's bring our baby back. - But I want to come with you!

Are you field trained?

Captain Batista gave me a chance, trusted me when nobody else did.

I shot a gun once!

Fine, let's go. Ride with me.

I want you to push the needle halfway in, okay?

Not all the way. And then, bend the tip

90 degrees counterclockwise.

You're gonna feel a little resistance.

I don't think it's working.

Come on, just keep trying, Max.

You got this, okay? You can do this.

It worked. Get your straps.

There you go. Now the straps on your legs.

You're amazing.

Okay, now grab the scalpel and cut my straps.

Come on. Come on, come on.

She's coming. Wait. Stop, wait.

Okay, go, go.

Oh...

Come on.

Hey. We're gonna get you out of here.

Come on.

Now...

Once you're out, you're gonna run.

Go to a neighbor's house, wherever you think

that it's safe, and then... then call 911.

You're not coming with me?

There's another boy in here that needs my help.

Noah. Yeah, I saw him.

There's something wrong with him.

I know, I'm gonna get him,

and then we'll be right behind you, okay?

You have to go. Come on.

Careful, careful. Shh.

Noah.

I'm a police officer, Noah. I'm here to help.

Noah, can you stand?

Noah? Can you talk?

Oh, my God.

It's rude to enter someone's room uninvited.

She's not in trouble, she was taken.

Yeah, this was such a bad idea.

- Where's Sidney? - In her room, terrified.

Waiting by the phone for an update.

You gotta calm down, okay?

- Nikki's gonna be all right. - You don't know that.

Whatever happens to her is gonna be my fault.

I never should've said anything.

You couldn't have known this was going to happen.

What you did was brave.

- Really? - Yeah.

'Cause from where I'm standing,

- it looks pretty selfish. - You tried to stop a woman

from killing more kids. How is that selfish?

- This was about revenge. - No. This is about justice.

Jason and Nikki are gonna stop her.

They're gonna be heroes. You're gonna be a hero,

and that woman is gonna get what she deserves.

Maybe. Or maybe someone I care about is gonna end up dead.

Another dead end, what do you got?

I just got off the phone with Joe Maxwell.

Captain Batista helped him escape.

He got to a convenience store, he called 911.

Wait, where's Nikki?

He said she stayed behind to help save Noah.

I'm on my way, Mike, almost there.

We're rerouting all the vehicles to you.

Ten minutes max.

You said that when it comes to finding Nikki, anything goes.

Did you mean it?

Yeah, I did. I do.

Then I'm not waiting for backup.

Good. I can't lose her, Jay.

My sweet, brave boy.

We're almost ready.

Beth. He's dead.

You can't bring him back.

I think we'd better settle you down.

Wait, wait, wait. Wait, your son.

Before you put me under, you should...

you should know something about your son.

Come here.

It's clear, uh... he doesn't get his looks from you.

On second thought, maybe we don't need anesthesia.

Hey, hey, hey! Hands, hands.

Let me see your hands right now.

Noah will die without this transplant.

Put down the knife. No one has to die.

Jay, Noah. Noah.

No, don't you dare.

No. Don't. Don't, don't! Don't go near him.

Don't go near my son!

You're okay. You all right?

Yeah, I'll be better once I get out of here. Ow.

Put some pressure there. - Yeah.

It's okay, honey. I won't let them hurt you.

I won't let anyone hurt you.

You're not gonna let anybody hurt him?

What about my son? What about my son?

Jay.

Down on the floor right now, face down.

Please.

Get down on the floor right now.

- Please don't. - Please don't?

I thought about what I'd do

in this moment for the last six years of my life.

- Jay! - Do you understand? Six years.

You don't want to do this.

Six years, there's been a bullet in this gun with your name on it.

- And that's what you deserve. - I know how you feel, okay?

I feel it too, but you... you can't do this.

You understand me? That's what you deserve.

Jay, please. You don't want to do this, baby.

Think of Sidney.

Six years.

Please, Jay.

- My family deserves more. - Thank you. Oh, God.

Elizabeth Coulter, you're under arrest

for attempted murder, wrongful imprisonment,

and the kidnapping of my son, Keith Grant.

She can't see you.

I know that this is hard, but if you can positively ID her,

that is critical evidence that can be used against her at trial.

Trial? Won't I have to testify against her? She'll see me then.

She will not touch you ever again.

I promise, okay?

How's Mom?

She's all right. She lost a little bit of blood,

so she's a little lightheaded.

It's normal, right?

Fifteen stitches, but to catch your kidnapper,

I promise you she would say that it is worth it.

Okay? The question is, did we catch her?

- Number two. - Number two.

Number two, step forward.

Yeah?

Yeah, that's her.

I know who you are.

You're the one who got away.

Come on, don't worry about it.

She's right. Keith is the one who got away.

- And Mom. Don't forget Mom. - Yeah, don't forget Mom.

Yes, Mom and Keith are the ones who got away.

And while we mourn the loss of the ones who didn't...

To the ones who didn't.

...but we celebrate the victory of the ones who did.

Look, I don't want to sound corny,

but we can also raise a glass to justice being served,

and to the bad guy, or in this case,

bad girl being caught, and this story ending happily ever after.

Aww. That didn't sound corny.

That was a whole can of corn.

- And I loved it. I loved it. - Thanks.

It was pretty good. Pretty good, actually.

Come on.

I'm glad Oliver is here.

He's become a good friend, hasn't he?

He has. I... I definitely couldn't have gotten through this without him.

You should probably go save him from Kemi, though.

Once she starts rubbing those eggs,

there's no telling where things may end. Go.

I'm not nuts.

Or psychic, but dumb and dumber,

I can sense in my sleep, so...

No, no, no, keep going.

Hey, I believe you. He's the heathen.

Go, both of you,

before I curse you to speak in tongues or something.

You can do that?

- She can do that? - Out!

How weird is this?

When she was rubbing the egg, I actually felt something.

Like what? Like...

Like maybe it's not over?

More like she could see what I was thinking.

You should be thinking it's not over.

I'm gonna have to testify against her in open court.

I know you're scared of that.

You're the only one who knows why.

Which is why I'll be with you every step of the way.

You hear me? Every step.

Bro, this is a great day.

You should be flying high right now.

Look around. You've got everything you could ever want.

This house, this family.

- A super-hot sister. - You did not just say that.

I wish I was in your shoes, man.

You're set for life.

I warned you not to tell anyone.

I told you what would happen if you did!

- Hey, you hear that? - Yeah. Where's Keith?

You will never get away from me.

Keith?

Dad!

- Hey! - Dad! Dad!

- Hey! Hey! - Dad! Dad!

Dad!

Keith! Baby!

Yes, yes. Black mini SUV, Pennsylvania plates.

Hey. First three digits, Whiskey, Delta, Seven.

- That's all I got. - You got that? Yes.

Good, good. I need the alert to go out ASAP. Thanks, Sam.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, we'll let you know.

I can't do this again, Jay. I won't make it.

You're not gonna have to do anything again.

I'm here, you're not alone.

We're in this together, we're gonna find him.

I promise, we're gonna find him.

We hit every house on the block.

Nobody saw anything.

Hey, I'm pulling as much security cam footage as I can.

- Whoa, whoa. Whoa, whoa... - What do you got?

- What is it? - I got into Keith's phone,

and there are texts on a messaging app. I think...

I think whoever took him had been contacting him.

"You run away from me, tell anyone about me, I'll kill you."

And from the metadata,

the harassment started over a month ago.

Why didn't Keith say anything?

Sidney, did you know anything about this?

- No, I swear. - How could I have not noticed?

Hey, hey, hey. Do not beat yourself up about this, okay?

Hey, you were with him every step of the way,

and he felt that, okay? He was probably just too scared to say anything.

Wait a minute. Lightning does not strike twice.

Keith gets picked up again,

right on the same day that we get Elizabeth Coulter?

Cannot be a coincidence.

You think she has something to do with this.

Look at these messages, she's making good on her threat.

All right. There's only one way to find out, come on.

Where is he?

I could ask you the same thing.

- Noah's safe. - He's very sick.

He requires a clean and sterile environment.

- He's susceptible to infection. - Noah is fine.

You can see him as soon as you can tell us where our son is.

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

You have an accomplice? Did you pay somebody?

To do what?

You knew that Keith was going to testify against you, so you handled it.

We know that you have been threatening him ever since he escaped.

I don't know anyone named Keith.

That's Keith.

That's the boy that you took.

I have never seen that boy before in my life.

Okay, I answered your questions. Can I see my son now, please?

No, no. No, you can't.

You told me I could see my son!

She is lying, okay?

If she admits to taking Keith, then that could be used against her at trial.

Look, that is way too calculated for somebody

who thinks her dead son is alive.

Whoa. She's lying, or Keith's lying. What are you saying?

What I'm saying is there's a few inconsistencies.

Keith doesn't exactly fit the profile of Beth's usual victims.

Okay, he wasn't homeless...

He's walking around late at night, he's soaking wet!

She sees a target of opportunity and she takes it!

Okay, but Keith was ransomed.

So she realized she made a mistake!

What, six years after the fact?

- That doesn't make sense. - Easy. What about Max?

Okay, the cabin in the woods.

Everything that Keith has said has panned out exactly as he said.

I know, okay? I just...

Look, the security footage in your neighborhood gave us nothing.

The alert didn't either.

And there are literally hundreds of black SUVs

with plates that start with those three digits.

Okay, we have no leads.

So if we want Keith back safely,

we have to consider other angles. That's all I'm saying.

Hold on, it's Sidney. Hey, baby.

I think I may have found something that can help with Keith.

Hold on, let me put you on speaker.

So I went through his room, and I know that maybe I shouldn't have, but...

he keeps a journal for therapy, and he mentions the woman.

The one sending threatening messages to him,

and she's stalking him too, and apparently, she came to the house once.

Did he write down her name? Any kind of ID?

No, he just calls her E.H.

I wonder how many black SUVs

with the plates that start with W-D-7

are registered in those initials.

Her name is Evelyn Hadley,

and she has a criminal record a mile long.

Petty theft. Robbery. Possession. Assault.

What does she want with our son?

Well, her car is registered to 47 Lamont Ave.,

so I say we go ask her.

You're okay, baby. Hey, you're okay.

You have to go. You have to go, she could--

- Where is she? - Hey, don't worry.

I mean it! Please, just go!

What are you doing in my house?

- Hey! Don't move, hands up. - Get away from my son.

Please don't make this difficult.

Your son?

Tell them, Lucas.

Tell these nice people you've been lying to them the whole time.

Can't do it, can you?

Even now, you can't man up and tell the truth.

Mom, just let them go.

I'm sorry, what did you just say?

- Did you just call her "Mom"? - I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

Look, I swear, I didn't want to hurt you guys.

She saw you on the news last year.

That program about missing kids.

Keith was one of them, and she saw how much

I looked like him and how desperate you guys were.

She thought maybe she could make some money.

I didn't want to, I promise. I tried to tell her that and she--

Don't act like such a victim.

It's not like I put a gun to your head.

I studied you for her, at first, but the more I read,

the more perfect your family seemed.

I started to imagine what it would be like to be a part of that.

You came into our house, you lied to us.

- You lied to our daughter. - Sidney was right, she knew.

I know I have no right to ask for forgiveness, I just...

I wanted what he had.

A real home.

- Put the gun down! - Hey, hey, hey! Whoa, whoa, whoa!

- Put the gun down! - He's my son, okay!

Not yours! Mine!

Okay, uh, clearly, we missed something.

What is she talking about?

His name is Lucas, he's an imposter.

He's a pain in everyone's backside,

so unless you're planning on locking him up,

- I'd ask that you leave my house. - Hey, just relax, okay?

Everybody put the gun down, we can talk about it.

What you did, you gave us hope.

I thought about that, that it would make you happy.

No, no, no. We wanted our son back.

And I want mine. And now that I got him, I think we're done here.

You ransomed us, you sent him texts threatening him,

and now, we have reason to believe

that you've been physically abusing him.

You're going to jail, Evelyn, there's no way around that.

Don't do this. Don't make it harder than it has to be.

That's rich coming from you.

None of this would be happening if you hadn't pretended to be their son!

I know, it was my fault, not theirs!

They're good people! They made me happy!

Don't make it sound like they're good people, and I'm the crazy one!

Mom, I am begging you!

On the ground, on the ground. Hands behind your back.

EMTs! EMTs now, please! Hey, baby.

Okay, look at me.

You need to focus.

- Hey, hey. Stay with me. - I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Sorry for nothing, baby.

I got the pressure.

- I'm sorry. I'm sorry. - Hold on.

This can't be happening. It doesn't make any sense.

Not to me. Max, the cabin...

- How could he have known? - Yeah, about that.

I just sent somebody to check on Max to get a statement.

He confirms there was another boy with him at the cabin, but his name wasn't Keith.

It was Oliver.

Everything that Lucas said about what Beth did was true.

Except she didn't do it to him.

She did it to me.

I was... a human blood bag.

For two years.

And so, when I saw a chance to escape, I did.

Except I left Max behind.

Why didn't you go to the cops?

I don't know.

I should've, but the guilt was overwhelming.

And the longer I waited,

the harder it was for me to come forward.

But Lucas offered you a way to make it right.

Yeah.

I needed a second chance,

and... he needed his case closed so you'd stop digging.

But how did Lucas ID Beth Coulter? He'd never seen her.

And I can never forget her.

So I found a photo of her online.

Okay, that's your story, but what about Keith's?

Okay, Lucas knew everything that Keith would know.

Nicole's blueberry pancakes, Jason's good luck bracelet.

Those were all details he'd found in interviews.

He had newspaper articles going back years.

What about the DNA test?

Nikki thought she was testing Keith's baby hair,

but Lucas had replaced it with his own.

What about the scar on his arm?

He actually burned himself with boiling water?

Yeah.

He did anything he could...

to escape the life he had. You would too.

Keith's life was a fantasy.

At least he got to live it for a few months.

We should've known.

Hope is a very powerful thing, Nik.

We're police officers, Jay.

I'm the head of the Missing Persons Unit.

We're also parents.

We're parents who wanted our kid back.

We saw what we wanted to see.

What do we do now?

I don't know. I guess the only thing we can do.

Grieve.

They say that when you lose someone you love,

that you also lose a piece of yourself.

That our soul fractures.

And when tragedy happens, our soul flees from us.

Hiding as a way to protect itself from the pain.

I call this soul loss.

They're dredging the lake.

Whatever they may find, at least you know what happened that night.

And you know it wasn't your fault.

Look at that... a silver lining.

Pieces of our soul get stuck dwelling in the past, unable to move forward.

But a fact about our physical world

is that matter can neither be created or destroyed.

You know, you're not supposed to drink alone.

This is the same for our spiritual world.

No matter what, you cannot lose your soul.

- Thank you. - For what?

Letting me stay on the grieving couch.

Yeah, it's... it's like déjà vu all over again.

I mean it. Thank you, Nik. I didn't want to do this alone.

Yeah, neither did I.

I love you.

I love you too.

Thanks.

Thank you.

Grief is the act of soul retrieval.

And if we commit ourselves to it, the soul will, in time,

return to its intact state.

And that's why we're here today.

To retrieve our collective soul.

And to celebrate the life of that beautiful boy

that we all miss so much.

Keith was a light to all who knew him.

And in death, his light continues to shine.

So, the journey of the last year has not been easy.

Child, it has not been easy.

But, um, in the end,

there was forgiveness for those of us who needed

to let down our burdens.

Answers where there had only been questions.

And though they may not have been the answers that we wanted,

we are grateful all the same.

With every end,

we mark a new beginning.

That was the moment I knew we had a drummer on our hands.

Edwina was never the same.

Edwina. I had to wear earplugs in the house

for six months straight after that.

Yeah, his Nickelback phase was always torture.

You're a drummer!

Finish the gig!? Finish the gig!

Yes! And the crowd goes wild! Yes!

Keith is the greatest drummer in the world!

That was amazing.

And healing.

Yeah, whoever thought our mental health

would be almost entirely dependents

on our concierge Shaman who does the occasional egg reading?

And lime bath.

And candle wax interpreter.

Okay, that is my cue to go. You're welcome, friends.

Yeah, I'll come with you.

Unless you're planning to apparate.

I should probably go to. It's been a minute,

but I think I know where my apartment is.

That was awesome. Ugh, I'm so glad that we did that.

Oh, um, I gotta handle something real quick.

I'll meet up with you guys in a bit. Okay?

- All right. - Thank you.

Okay, bye.

You forget something?

Nope.

The hide-a-key? It's a housewarming gift for the man of the house.

You know you don't have to do that, right?

I know. I figured I should, though.

You know, if you ever get lost,

you always got a place to stay. The couch.

Got it. Thank you, brother.

My man.

- Talk to you soon. - Yeah.

All right.