All language subtitles for Will.Trent.S04E15

[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!