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[Michael] Previously on Will Trent ...

[Will] You have no sightings of Adelaide Trevens?

-Goodbye, Will Trent. -[clicks]

If you know where Antonio Morales is, you need to tell me.

[scoffs]

We'll be in touch.

[Amanda] Oh, you think I'm holding out on you, huh?

Caroline, is there any new intel on Adelaide Trevens

that we have not forwarded to Special Agent Trent?

No, ma'am. You gave me clear instructions to share everything.

I look at you and the career you've had and what it's cost.

I don't know if I can do this job anymore.

[Adelaide] If you tell anyone about this call,

I'll remove your uncle's organs with a rusty spoon and a smile.

So be a good boy, Special Agent Trent.

I'll be waiting.

If you had to choose, would you rather live on a star or in space?

What? Like, alone?

No, you can have friends.

I hate being hot. Space.

-Me too. [chuckles] -[chuckles]

Is your edible hitting?

-Uh, I can't tell. -Hmm.

[branch cracks]

[footsteps]

Hide the gummies.

[♪ eerie music plays]

-[stoner 1 screaming] Whoa! Oh! -[stoner 2 screaming, breathing heavily]

-[both panting] -[door closes]

Who the hell is that?

The gummy is definitely hitting.

[both panting]

[music ends]

It's just that I'm trying to anticipate her next move,

and I'm having trouble getting inside her head.

Yes, but I can't analyze somebody I've never met.

I'm your therapist.

Come on, Dr. Roach.

Look, I trust your opinion. Please.

Flattery? Really?

All right.

-You're overthinking it. -What do you mean?

Will, from what you've told me,

Adelaide's pathology is dominated by two factors:

genetic predisposition to antisocial behavior

and overwhelming childhood trauma.

Okay, what about her family history?

The rejection of her father, her need to control people the way he did?

So you want to use those details to construct a train of logic

that you can hop on board

and-- choo choo!-- ride all the way to finding your uncle Antonio.

Great. We're back to analyzing me again.

Well, that's because you have a brain that can be analyzed.

-Your behavior contains logic. -[sighs]

That's not all. You feel desire, empathy, guilt.

Will Trent, you are a deep, deep well of humanity.

-You're saying Adelaide is different? -Very different.

A psychology as damaged as hers, it's unpredictable, chaotic.

You're an amazing detective,

but even you will not be able to piece together exactly

what she wants from you, because I don't think she knows either.

I mean, think about when you first met her.

She was pretending to be law enforcement. You're a special agent.

She was trying on the experience of being you.

Then came the flirting. I don't know if you want to dig into that.

No, I do not.

Then she forced you to relive the circumstances of your mother's death.

I'm very sorry that she did that, by the way.

Yeah. Me too.

Then she tried to kill you. A few times, you said.

-No, just twice. -[Betty whines]

So you're saying she's crazy, right?

Will, you know, I don't really like to use that word.

So at any point, she might be trying to be me, screw me, trick me or kill me.

I mean, that's pretty crazy.

And you won't know which.

[♪ "King of the Night" plays]

[Michael sighs]

Oh, what about this? "Real estate operations and financing"?

No, no, no, no, no. You're not going to be a real estate agent.

Why not? I watch enough HGTV.

Because real estate agents need to be chipper,

and you dole out smiles like they cost you money.

Yeah, well, maybe I would smile more

if I wasn't confronted with death every day.

I joined the APD because my mom was a cop,

and then I was pushed into GBI because of my aunt Mandy.

I just feel like sometimes my life happened

without me making any decisions along the way.

I want to take control of my future.

You know how many people depend on the GBI? Your job's important.

Yeah, a lot of jobs are important. People need houses.

Interesting, fun, and every day is different.

I could get killed on the job at any time.

I want to grow old enough to see my kid win a Grammy one day.

You know what? Fine.

Leave the GBI, follow your bliss, and go to bed every night

and try not to think about all the people who won't get justice

-because you're not on the job. -What do you care, as long as I pay rent?

-[phone ringing] -Oh.

Mmm. I gotta get this. Sorry.

What's up, Austin?

Is everyone okay? Yeah, yeah, I'll be right there.

Old army buddy. His teenager just got carjacked.

I told him I would help him, but...

Max has your car for the night.

-Right. -And you need to borrow mine.

-For justice and honor... -Mm-hmm.

[Michael] ...and the order of society.

And I'll get you a burrito from Jimmy's Bean Shack on the way back.

Okay.

-You said you got carjacked. -We did.

Austin, truck's right there.

Yeah, but she locked herself inside,

and these two dumbasses left the keys in the ignition.

That's car-squatting.

-What happened? -She didn't say anything.

She just jumped in the truck and locked the doors.

-And you don't know her? -I think she's a junkie. She is not right.

She hasn't said a word this entire time.

Hold on. She doesn't look high to me. Let me try.

[♪ dramatic music plays]

Hi.

Are you hungry? I have granola bars.

Do you like berry or peanut butter?

My name is Faith. I'm here to help you.

Can you tell me what you need?

Okay. Can you tell me your name?

You're not in any trouble.

I just want to make sure that you're okay.

Are you still hungry?

How about you open the door, and I can give you the other bar?

[breathing heavily, sniffles]

You don't have any shoes on. How'd you get here?

[whispers] Aliens.

-What was that? -The aliens took me.

[♪ light music plays]

Well?

A woman matching Adelaide Trevens's physical profile

was spotted crossing the Anzalduas Port of Entry into Texas.

Does the FBI know where she is now?

-We're working on it. -Was she alone?

Is there any reason to believe that Antonio Morales is with her?

We don't know that yet.

Has your Agent Trent heard from her?

No. I would have told you if he had.

Are you sure he would tell you?

I'd be a lot more confident in your answer

if he would simply let us monitor that phone.

He doesn't trust the FBI.

He knows you're more interested in apprehending Adelaide

than finding his uncle.

She killed one of ours.

Oh, is that the reason for these spy games?

You know, I had to pull in a decade-old IOU to get you to talk to me,

and even then it's like this. [scoffs]

[stammers] I feel like I'm buying drugs. [scoffs]

Do you guys have any actionable leads?

We made progress on one thing.

We compiled a list of persons of interest

for the young man who gave Agent Trent the phone.

-The Commander? -Yeah.

It's a long list, but we're working on whittling it down.

In the meantime...

I know.

This stays between us.

[♪ tense music plays]

-[Faith] Hey. -[Michael] Hey.

Still no ID. If she's from the area, no one's looking for her.

I asked Angie to expand the search nationwide.

Was she sexually assaulted?

Don't know. She won't let doctors examine her.

-Hi. How is she? -[doctor] Hi.

She says she can't remember her name or anything that happened to her.

She says that the aliens wiped her memory.

You think she's lying to protect someone?

She looks shook up to me. Maybe PTSD?

It could be.

What is she doing? Drawing?

[doctor] Oh, I left her a notepad.

You know, sometimes when a patient won't talk, they'll write or draw instead.

-It's actually a really good sign. -[Faith] Mmm.

-If you'll excuse me, I'll be back. -Thank you.

You know you don't have to assist on this, right?

Yeah, it's okay.

Will's out with a bug that's been going around, and I'm between cases.

No, I mean, seeing as you have one foot out the door.

[chuckles]

Remember that time you told me you hadn't pooped in six days?

How is that relevant?

Did I bring it up every five minutes while you were trying to work?

No. You told me to eat more fiber.

That's right. There's a lesson in there. You'll find it.

-I told you that in confidence. -Mmm.

[knocks on door]

[door closes]

Hi. I brought you some pants. Hospital gowns are the worst.

Do you want to hear a story about my dog when I was a kid?

Okay, so my mom brought him home from work one day.

He had three legs and one eye. His name was Gremlin. [chuckles]

He had a lot of mortal enemies,

including the vacuum cleaner, the mailman, any set of stairs and rain,

but he loved me.

He would sleep right here.

Every night.

He kept me warm and safe.

You want to see what he looked like?

[both chuckling]

Do you like to draw?

Hmm?

Can I see?

Thank you.

That's the one that watched me.

[door closes]

It's a sign.

A sign? That we should call Mulder and Scully?

No, dummy, it's a literal sign.

Shelly's Alien Emporium off the freeway in Grove Park. Come on.

[♪ light music plays]

[Michael] Oh, you're right. That's the alien.

Maybe this is where she was taken from.

This place looks incredible.

Look at all the satellite dishes on the roof.

What does Shelly know that we don't?

Hopefully something about our Jane Doe.

[door chimes]

[♪ eerie music plays]

-[chuckling] Oh. This place is-- -A lot.

I was gonna say "amazing."

Welcome to Shelly's Alien Emporium,

Georgia's oldest and most comprehensive library

of extraterrestrial documentation.

I'm Shelly.

Hi, Shelly. We, uh, have a few questions for you.

Well, it's about time.

February 8, 1972, I was taken from a Montgomery Ward parking lot.

They kept me for nine days, ran their tests,

and put me back down behind the Clermont Lounge

in completely different clothes.

It's all here in my book, Alienated.

We're actually here to talk about a missing girl.

-Yeah, she said she was abducted too. -[Shelly gasps]

Greens or grays? Any missing time? Where'd they take her from?

Maybe around here. She actually drew a picture of your sign.

Here? No. No way. I-I would have picked it up.

-With your satellite dishes? -Uh-huh. That's right.

I'll be the first to know when another ship hits the greater southeast airspace.

Do you have any video cameras up there, Shelly?

No, no, no. By the time they're close enough for video, well, you'll know it.

You'll taste them first. [smacks lips] Licorice.

Mm-hmm. That's how you know they're close.

You won't hear the ship. It's silent.

But you'll feel a humming in your squishy bits.

Okay.

Our Jane Doe didn't mention that.

Have you ever seen this girl before?

Oh, her? Yeah, I've seen her.

Down the street, coming out of that hotel diner with her grandma.

Her grandma?

Yeah, or seemed like her grandma.

Sometimes aliens shape-shift, so you never can be sure.

Maybe a week ago.

I remember, 'cause she was staring at me all

haunted-like.

[train whistle blowing in distance]

This is her room.

The vines are the curtains.

Okay. Hey, we're gonna need the registration information for this room.

Yeah, I'll get it for you.

Okay, luggage is gone. Room has been cleaned.

Looks like they checked out, but where's Grandma?

Hey, Polaski, can you send a crime scene unit

to the Sleep Away Inn in Grove Park?

Yeah, thanks.

Hey, Faith. Look at this.

No shower curtain.

[sighs]

We found Grandma.

[♪ eerie music plays]

[panting]

[phone ringing]

[♪ sinister music plays]

[Will] Adelaide.

Oh, I do love how you say my name.

There's always a little something in the way you say it.

-Contempt? -You can only hate the things you love.

Guess what I'm holding right now.

Oh, my God. Don't worry. [chuckles]

What did you think? It was Antonio's head? [chuckles]

-It's a matchbox. -[music ends]

-From Rio's. Remember? -[♪ melancholy music plays]

Yeah. The bar in Puerto Rico.

I carry it with me.

I like to touch it.

I saw you watching me dance that night, Will.

Wishing you could take me, move me however you chose.

-Tell me I'm wrong. -No.

You're not wrong.

I wanna see you.

Tomorrow?

I'd like that very much.

How do you feel about small plates?

I don't usually like to share, but I would with you.

Well, I don't want to share you with anyone.

What about my uncle? I need proof of life.

We'll discuss over dinner.

Le Bon Nosh, 8:00 p.m.

Come alone, and for God's sake, don't tell anyone.

That'll just piss me off.

Of course. It'll be good to see you.

And, uh...

Adelaide...

[Adelaide] Yes?

Don't shower. I liked how you smelled in the jungle.

Goodbye, Will.

So our grandma is Denise Hensley, 55 years old.

Oh, record goes back decades, mostly solicitation and pandering.

I'm sorry. When did you take my office?

I am on desk duty, and you are in the field.

So it only makes sense. I requisitioned it.

Hey, guys. [sighs] I got Pete's autopsy report.

Cause of death was blunt-force trauma.

One of the blows severed her vertebral artery.

It could have been intentional.

[Michael] So the two of them were together,

bad guys came in, beat up Denise Hensley, and the girl escaped.

Not quite. [sighs] Time of death was approximately 16 hours ago.

She was killed after our Jane Doe escaped?

-Or maybe because she escaped? -[Faith] Yes.

And she's not the girl's grandma or mother or aunt.

[stammers] Not by blood, anyway. No shared DNA.

Can I get a peanut M&M?

Yeah, give us two minutes, shortstop. I'll put it on your tab.

Thanks, Polaski.

What was that? They knock for you?

Guys, there is one more piece to this that I think you should know.

Doctors came back with Jane Doe's medical records.

They found signs of sexual assault.

[♪ tense music plays]

Denise Hensley was her manager.

Kept her captive, sent money up the chain.

She was being sex trafficked.

Damn it.

Girl managed to get away. Bosses beat and killed Denise.

I liked it better when it was aliens.

[music continues]

"The room appeared excessively cleaned.

They found no visible fingerprints, no biological material,

no trace evidence, no random fibers."

That's, uh... [chuckles] That's pretty clean for a two-star hotel.

I mean, what do you expect? Roaches?

One negative Yelp review, corporate will come for my head.

Yeah? What did corporate have to say about the security cameras

being conveniently nonfunctional?

Yeah, that's been an issue. We've had a ticket open on that forever.

-A ticket! -[music ends]

Tucker, a girl was sex trafficked in your hotel right under your nose,

and you're telling me you didn't even notice?

Because it looks to me like you are a party to human trafficking.

-Wait. -[Michael] You're in this.

It's time you start telling us what you know.

Oh, God. I didn't really think that they were--

Of course you did!

Did you see the men coming and going?

Did you see the bruises on her body?

What kept you quiet?

Did they pay you off?

Or did you just not want to make any waves?

It was an envelope of money every week.

[♪ dramatic music plays]

-[Michael] Who rented that room? -I don't know his name.

Was he the one who beat Denise Hensley to death?

Oh, I don't know anything about that.

It is against policy to rent a room to somebody without an ID.

Corporate wanted us to fill as many rooms as possible, all right?

They-They-They would give us bonuses. They didn't care about the girls.

Wait, what? Girls?

There were others?

We searched that place high and low, Tucker.

Where are they?

[stammers] I don't know. I don't know, okay?

[stutters] I really don't know. I'm sorry. I-I-I don't know.

Well, you can think about it while you're being processed,

because you are under arrest.

Stand up.

You can go home if you want. It's getting late.

I'm sure Seth wants to see you.

He will see plenty of me when this baby comes.

-[chuckles] -I want to help.

-This one's getting in my bones, Angie. -I get it.

Trafficking cases will keep you up at night.

These girls being sold like meat. Used and discarded like trash.

Some of them are just little kids.

I don't know how they survive it.

A lot of them don't.

Some of us do.

Wait. I... I think, Angie...

I think this is... Is this her? Is this her?

[Angie groans]

This is her, right?

-Yes. Yes. -It is. It is. You found her.

Grace Elverton. Her parents reported her missing last year.

She went to an art festival and never came home.

-Till now. -[chuckles]

All right, the background is Caribbean blue.

-Right, the logo should fill the space. -[♪ jazz playing]

And along the backside, that's where we have the bar's address.

It's small, yellow, and along the bottom.

-[Betty growls] -It should match the website's font.

You know what? Let's, uh, crush up the box a little bit,

you know, blunt the edges, make it look a little torn,

and the tracker-- this is important-- has to be impossible to notice.

Okay? No added weight, no bulging--

-Yeah. -Hey, you paying attention?

Yeah, yeah. Yeah. Is your, uh... [chuckles]

Is your dog... [stammers] ...a biter?

[growls]

-Well, she only bites people who lie. -No kidding. [chuckles]

Can you deliver this tomorrow by 4:00 p.m. or not?

-[scoffs] Yeah, man. We're good. -With a range of one mile.

-[chuckling] Yeah, man. -[Betty barks]

Okay, all right. Look, more like a thousand feet.

Look, dude, you want invisible and you want a rush job, all right?

You want better? Go use your guys.

-[sighs] -[knocking on door]

-[Amanda] Will? -[Betty barks]

We gotta go out the back. We gotta go out the back right now.

Let's go. [shushes] Come on.

Wait, where's my money?

Okay, look, here's half. All right, you get the rest on delivery.

That's not the deal we made.

Consider it an incentive to be on time. Now go. Get out of here.

-[door closes] -[sighs]

[knocking on door]

-[Amanda] Will. -[Betty barks]

-Are you in there? -Coming. [coughs]

[♪ music ends]

-What are you doing here? -Checking on you. You gonna let me in?

I had this bad feeling you weren't really sick.

-What? You want a doctor's note? -[scoffs]

You have anything? FBI share any new intel with you?

[♪ dramatic music plays]

Not yet.

I'm sorry Adelaide hasn't called you yet, Will.

Yeah.

Why don't you let the FBI monitor the phone?

Absolutely not.

It's a good idea. You shouldn't shoulder this alone.

They'll go after her, and they'll get him killed.

You know this.

I think about how he must be feeling right now.

If he's even alive.

I know how important he is to you.

It's not just that he's family, Amanda.

He's a bright light.

Will, you'll find him. You just have to hold on to that light.

You're the most stubborn person I know. After me.

Hmm. [chuckles]

[chuckles] Never let anyone make you forget it.

But first... [scoffs]

get healthy. [scoffs]

Call me if you need anything.

And if the phone rings, be careful, Wilbur.

I will.

Okay.

[door closes]

-[sighs] -[Betty whines]

What? [sighs]

-[Betty whines] -Yes, I know. Don't bite me, okay?

You're here to see that psycho alien girl?

That girl can hear you, asshole.

Never denigrate a victim again. You're relieved.

[knocks on door]

[door opens]

[Faith sighs]

I am sorry about that officer. I'm gonna have them send someone else.

-It's okay. -No. No, it's not, Grace.

That's your name, isn't it? Grace Elverton from Minot, North Dakota?

I spoke with your parents, and they are so relieved that you're alive.

-They were worried about you. -[♪ dramatic music plays]

I don't want to see them.

Grace, if there is any reason why they are not safe for you to go back to,

-then you need-- -No.

[stammers] That's not it.

I don't want them to see me...

like this.

Listen, all they care about is that you're okay.

They're buying their plane tickets right now.

Do they know...

what happened?

-They know broad strokes. -[♪ music stops]

But your story is yours to tell.

It might take a while until you're ready, and that's okay.

They weren't...

aliens.

But how could people have done that?

I don't know, Grace.

But it was not your fault.

May I, please?

[♪ music resumes]

The other girls, I'm trying to help them too.

So can you tell me more? Who was doing this?

There were four of them.

Bad, bad men.

They gave me this. [sniffles]

-What did they look like? -Three of them were short.

But one was tall.

Really tall.

He was the worst one.

Do you know his name?

-No. -How did they move you? How often?

Every couple of weeks.

All together in a truck.

Like, a moving truck.

It was awful.

-I was so scared. -And you were brave.

You escaped. And now you're safe.

Okay?

You're safe.

[Angie] Okay, Rocky. What do you got?

Well, there's no camera on the hotel itself. Just the street nearby.

Can we make a list of all the box trucks

that passed by the night of Denise's death?

It's a busy street. That's gonna be something

-like a thousand vehicles. -[Faith scoffs]

We need a better idea of when they moved the girls, narrow it down.

I could take another run at the hotel clerk.

Maybe his little taste of lockup jogged his memory.

Shelly talked about transmitting signals into space,

but how would she know if aliens responded?

She said she didn't have any video cameras.

Yeah, I'm not talking about video. I'm talking about audio.

Does this look like a microphone to you?

Shelly, you paranoid genius.

Wait, wait, wait. Okay. Listen to this.

-[clicks] -[tires screech]

-[door creaks] -[Faith] That's the box truck.

[chattering]

That's the aliens.

[Trafficking victim] I'm cold.

That's it. What time was that?

Check it against the cameras.

Get me a truck company name and a license plate.

We're gonna track these bastards down.

[♪ tense music plays]

So, that's the Commander? A child? [scoffs]

"Beware of false prophets who come to you in sheep's clothing,

but inwardly are ravenous wolves."

[scoffs]

[♪ dramatic music plays]

[gasps]

Ormewood. That man is very tall.

-[Michael] Yes, he is. -Go check the plate on the truck.

-GBI! Show me your hands! -[♪ dramatic music plays]

[car brakes squeal]

Get that guy!

[Michael] I need backup. I'm 10-80 with a silver Camaro.

[♪ suspenseful music plays]

[Faith grunting]

[both grunting]

-[Faith grunts] -[clicks]

[both grunting]

[man groaning]

[Faith pants, groans]

-Come here! -[Faith grunts]

[Faith grunting]

[both grunt]

[man] Stop!

-[panting] -[pounding on door]

[phone ringing]

-Hey. -I got my guy. You?

-Yep. -Okay. Let's find these girls. [pants]

Hey, we have a team arriving at the last known location

of the truck's GPS system. The girls might still be there.

The sex traffickers lawyered up. They aren't talking.

Okay. House is clear. The girls have been moved again.

God. He must have called his partners from the car while I was chasing him.

All this work, and we're still one step behind.

You know what? You interrupted their whole operation.

You caught two of them. You reunited Grace with her family. This is good.

That's not enough.

No, I've just been, uh, you know, mostly horizontal, but, uh...

No, look, you don't need to worry. I'll be back at work tomorrow.

How are you sick? You're never sick.

You have the constitution of an ox.

Yeah. I'm sorry to disappoint.

-Well, can I pick you up some soup? -No. Um...

No, don't-don't put yourself at risk. Uh, keep that baby safe for me.

All right. Get some rest.

Yeah. Um, thanks, Ang.

Appreciate the check-in.

Have a good night, okay?

You too. Good night.

[elevator bell dings]

[♪ gentle music plays]

It's gonna be okay, Betty.

I hope so, anyway. [sighs] Look, I have to do this. He's my family.

[Betty whines]

Of course you are too. Come here, girl.

If anything happens to me, Nico's gonna take care of you, okay?

You'll have everything you need, all right?

Yeah.

I know.

[whispering] Yeah. Yeah.

There you go. There you go.

That's my girl.

[sighs]

See you soon, girl.

[♪ tense music plays]

[♪ "Circle Eights" plays]

-♪ Circle ♪ - ♪ Circle ♪

♪ All the names ♪

[Adelaide] Hmm.

Don't you look handsome?

I ordered you a martini.

[Will scoffs]

-I don't know what's in that drink. -[chuckles]

Aren't you gonna sit?

I'd love to. Once I know he's alive.

Right, those ridiculous questions you had me ask him.

When Antonio and I first met, we...

Ate at a taco truck like peasants. [chuckles]

The record he gave me?

Nick Lowe, Jesus of Cool . Now, that's an album.

The name of Antonio's last dog?

Portia. He had her for 14 years.

I told you he's alive. Now sit down.

[chuckles]

Don't mind if I do.

[♪ song ends]

[chattering]

What are you doing? We only caught two of the traffickers.

You finished?

Forensics matched hair and fibers

found on Denise Hensley's body to our suspects.

Your homicide case is closed. The trafficking case is still open.

I'm taking this upstairs.

Hell, yeah, Mitchell.

Fiber?

Fiber.

Hmm.

[♪ "You Look Like Rain" plays]

[Adelaide] Mmm.

You have to try the arancini.

Uh-uh, with the sauce, with the sauce.

♪ Your mind and your experience Call to me ♪

♪ You have lived... ♪

Ew. [chuckles]

PDA. We're so gross.

♪ I want to know What you got to say ♪

♪ I want to know What you got to say ♪

♪ I want to know What you got to say ♪

Delicious.

♪ I can tell You taste like the sky 'Cause you look like rain ♪

Mmm.

So, do you really still have that matchbox from Rio's?

-Yes. I wasn't lying. -Hmm.

[chuckles]

[bartender] How are we doing over here?

[Adelaide] Satisfied, thank you.

Hmm. [chuckles]

It takes me right back to the island.

Things were so much simpler then.

What do you mean?

[glass shatters]

Damn it, watch your step.

I'm... I don't know what happened.

What the hell's wrong with you?

Easy. It's just an accident.

-Stay out of this. -Oh, okay. Let's take it down, all right?

[scoffs]

[♪ dramatic music plays]

Damn it.

[phone ringing]

Adelaide. Hey, where'd you go?

[Adelaide] What a shame, Will.

When we made these dinner plans,

I really was gonna give you everything you wanted.

Your uncle, your life, me. All of it.

But you had to go and ruin it by having your boss go looking for me.

What? No, it didn't happen.

I just wanted to see you one last time before telling you that it's over, Will.

You're never gonna see Antonio again.

Hang-Hang on a second, okay? No, we had a deal.

And I've left you a little present.

What?

Adelaide, what did you do?

You'll see. It's right around the corner.

You'll never forget me now, Will.

[line clicks]

Adelaide, don't hang up.

[sighs]

[music continues]

No.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. [pants]

Amanda. [cries]

[cries] No. Come here.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Come on.

[sobs, sniffles]

[sniffles] Help!