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Oh, hey, wait, wait, wait.
I'll help.

Okay. Thank you.

Yeah.

Okay. Oh.

Remember when we had a stock
team to help with carry-outs?

Ah. Yeah, it's not so bad.

You know, he got rid
of someone else last night.

- Who?
- Peter.

- Seriously?
- Yeah.

He was so friendly.

Sure he was nice,
but Bob couldn't afford him.

Now I'm desperately trying
to find ways

to make myself indispensable.

You know what I spent all night
doing last night?

- Hm?
- Brushing up on art deco styles.

Oh, well, just like
the old days.

Cramming
for art history midterms.

Oh. What's happening to me?

I feel like I'm moving
in the wrong direction.

No, it's just temporary.

Yeah, but what happens
when we get laid off

from our throwaway jobs
that we had to take

because we got laid off
from our real jobs?

We're not gonna get laid off.

Oh, uh, there he is.
There's Bob.

- Oh, hey, Bob.
- Hey.

Hi, uh... Linda, Carrie.

How have
your afternoon sales been?

- Can't complain.
- Well...

Uh, listen. Inventory.
I wanna get one more count in...

Uh-uh, hold on, Bob,
let me stop you.

We, we're gonna go on a trip
out of town,

um, all weekend, so...

Well, I actually
was talking about today.

Uh, we close
in four hours, though.

Times are tight. Just handle it.

How are...

Linda.

Eric. You can't just
show up here.

I left you six voicemails.

Uh, you think that's normal?

I don't care about normal.
I care about money.

Did you think I wouldn't notice
that you raised the price

of the house?
It's way over market now.

I'm trying to get a good return.

If it takes a little longer,
then...

Well, I'm through waiting.

Drop the price of the house.

Okay? I'm not gonna
ask you again.

Yeah, I'm sure you will.

You drop the price.

Welcome to Bayside Antiques,
Mr. Marshall.

Carrie, get out of my face.
I'm not here to shop.

In that case, I'm gonna have
to ask you to leave.

You see, we have a strict
no loitering policy.

Um, I can get a manager to come
and talk to you about it.

Drop the price.

The worst part is, he's right.

I am kind of blocking
the sale of the house.

Well, it's a beautiful home,

but it's a beautiful home
that you're clinging on to

because it's the one thing
in your life

you have control over right now.

Ow! Thank you, Doctor.

Do you really wanna live
in the house

that you and your ex-husband
bought together?

No.

But it's all I have right now.

Well, here's a wild idea.

You sell the house,
take half of the money,

move to the West Coast like
you've always wanted to do

and make it big.

And then you can get me a job.

- Uh... yeah. I don't know.
- What?

I mean, you really think
it's gonna be easier

to secure interviews out there
than it is here?

Probably not.

But I know
what you're capable of.

You designed the entire interior
of the Hildebrand Building.

I did not.
That is an oversimplification.

Sure, they, they took your
design, added gaudy balustrades,

and called it something new,
but we both know

that that was your work.

And those sketches
on your resume...

Heads will turn.

Yeah. Well, why am I
not turning heads now?

You turned one head.

- I'm sorry?
- I don't mean to eavesdrop.

I just wanted to say
that you turned one head.

Ah. Really?

Yes, I was at the Hildebrand
last week for a business meeting

and, uh, it's not the most
attractive block in the city,

but the interior design of that
place is, it's breathtaking.

And your friend is right.

Those balustrades
are way too flashy.

Looks like you have a fan.

Hi. I'm Tony.

Carrie.

And this is Linda.

It's a pleasure to meet you,
Linda.

So are you, like,
a design reviewer or...

Reviewer? No, nothing like that.

I'm just a fan of all things
that are pretty.

So are you, uh, both designers?

Um, well,
Linda specializes in interiors

and I am a landscape architect.

Right now we're both
technically, um...

in between firms.

- Stop.
- Anyway, what do you do?

Nothing as, uh, interesting

as what you two do.

I'm a private investigator.

Well, where is your fedora
and trench coat?

I left those in the '40s. Hm.

Uh, I think
I'm gonna call it a night.

No, no, no, no. This was fun.

I hope you won't
ever need my services,

but here's my card,
just in case.

You really are
a private investigator.

I am.

Goodnight, Mr., um, Sarno?

- Good night.
- Good night.

Hey.

Hey.

Are you following me?

Get away from me, lady.

You were at the bar.

So?

So you were staring at me
at the bar and now here.

I don't have any idea
what you're talking about.

Stay away from me
or I'm calling the police.

You're full of it, lady.
Get over yourself.

Okay, and you're sure
that this is the same guy

that you saw in the bar
and the store?

- I'm sure.
- And, uh...

He-he wasn't driving anything?

You couldn't get
a license plate number?

- No.
- Okay.

Well, we'll broadcast

- his description.
- Okay.

And we're gonna keep an eye out

on the neighborhood tonight.

Great. Thank you.

Okay.

Bet you're wishing
you'd spent more time with me

and the private-eye candy
at the bar.

- Come on.
- Too soon?

Well, maybe this is a sign
that you really should

sell your place
and get out of here.

No, I mean, if I'm gonna leave,

I want it to be
because I decided to,

not because of Eric
or some peeping Tom.

I know your type.
You want men to look at you.

When we do,
you scream and yell about it.

Your name is Linda Marshall.

And your friend's name
is Carrie Fields.

I know where she lives, too.

Linda.

We're circulating
the man's description

and we'll increase
the police presence

around your neighborhood
and here.

That's all you're gonna do?

I called you because I need
someone to track this guy down.

I assure you,
we're doing everything we can.

Is this going to take
much longer, Detective?

Bob, this is serious.

Have you... Have you talked
to the bartender

or the cashier
at the Quick Mart?

Spoke with both of them,
neither have anything

of real value to contribute.

But we have the security footage

and this we'll review
for ID'ing the suspects.

So you haven't reviewed it yet?

These things take time,
Ms. Marshall.

If you can be patient...

It's hard to be patient,
Detective, when I'm expecting

this guy to pop up around
any corner. I don't feel safe.

Look, I can appreciate
your position,

but, um, we're moving
as quickly as we can.

We do not have unlimited
resources and this is,

this is not the only case
we're working on.

What if I hire
a private investigator?

Well, they're expensive
and frankly don't do much good.

In fact, I find
that they do more to interfere

with our investigation
than they actually do to help.

Well, Detective,
it doesn't seem like

there's much to interfere with.

You're gonna want
to trust me on this.

Come in.

Hi.

Nice office.

Thanks.
A friend of mine owns the bar.

Lets me use it
during the day time.

Please, have a seat.

I've got to be honest. I didn't
think I'd be hearing from you.

You seemed a bit put off
the other night.

Uh, yeah.

Sorry, it was a,
it was a long day.

As was today, it seems.

Yeah.

So over the phone you said

you've got a guy
that's a stalker,

at home, work and the bar.

And you've filed
a police report?

I did.

And to be honest,
the police warned me

about involving
someone like you.

But it just seems like...

Not much they can do.

Yeah.

So my question is,
is there anything you can do?

This is my job.

For a fee, of course.

Right.
Um, how much do you charge?

One twenty five an hour,
plus mileage and expenses.

There's a $2000 deposit.

And I'm not exactly
making a fortune

at Bayside Antiques right now,
so I'm...

Look, I really hate stalkers.

And you don't deserve to have
your life terrorized by him.

So I'll waive the deposit.

Okay.

No offense, but, um...

if it takes you weeks
to catch this guy,

then that doesn't really matter.

I've been doing this
a long time, Ms. Marshall.

I work quick. Trust me.

And how about we say, um,

we'll bump my fee
down to 80 an hour?

Well, I don't want you doing me
any favors.

No strings attached. I promise.

Let's call it a I'm-sorry-I-hit-
on-you-at-the-bar discount.

Okay.

Great.
I'll draw up the paperwork.

Great.
Well, thank you, Mr. Sarno.

Uh, Tony.

Thank you.

- Have a lovely day.
- Yes. You, too.

- I'll be in touch.
- Thank you.

You know, it's funny
how the world works, huh?

Okay, so one minute
you're shooting him down,

and the next you're hiring him?

He's doing a job. That's it.

I knew deep down you had
a soft spot for mysterious men.

I'll call you later.

Okay. Be careful.

Okay.

"Carl Ruston," huh?

You're not so tough,
are you now, Carl?

What were you planning
on doing with that crowbar, huh?

You're gonna break in?

Good boy.

What, what are you doing here?

Oh, I just took a little tumble
in the sand...

with your stalker.

Does the name Carl Ruston mean

- anything to you?
- No.

I guess
it doesn't really matter.

But I'm pretty sure
you won't be seeing him again.

Your knuckles are bleeding.

Oh, well, it's nothing.

Just a bit
of occupational hazard.

And so is, is your head.

Seriously, it's nothing.
It's... Oh...

Ah. Hey, why don't you come in?
Let me take a look at that.

- Are you sure?
- Yeah, please.

Here. Come, sit down.

I'll bring you a dry t-shirt.

Uh, hey, this was my husband's.
I think it'll fit.

Um, seriously,
you, you don't have to.

No, please, take it.

Look, this Ruston guy,

he knows
that we have his ID now,

so he's no longer anonymous.

I doubt he'll risk showing
his face around here again.

I-I didn't even know him.

I mean, why would he pick me
as a target?

Look, uh, sometimes
creeps don't need a reason.

So should I take all this
to the police?

That may not be the best idea.

Why? Shouldn't they know
who he is?

Uh...
It could complicate things.

Look, what happened tonight,

in my line of work,
that's normal.

If cops found out
I roughed him up a bit,

that could make some headaches
for me.

Okay. I won't say a word.

Thank you.

Well, I have to hand it to you,
you do work fast.

Yeah. Uh, thanks again
for the shirt.

Yeah, no problem.

- Oh...
- Oh, you okay?

Yeah.

Just a little lightheaded there.

Uh, should we take you
to a hospital?

No, no, I'm fine, uh...

I'm... Seriously, I'm, I'm okay.

Well, um,
I can make you a cup of coffee.

You know,
that, uh, that sounds nice.

Okay.

I mean, I wasn't gonna say that.

- Um...
- Are you expecting someone?

No.

Um, I'll-I'll be right back.

This isn't a good time, Eric.

It's never a good time, Linda.

I'm through
playing nice with you.

You're clearly doing
everything you can

to block the sale of this house.

Look, I can buy
your half of the house

and pay you a portion
every month!

No, I need my money now and
I'm gonna do whatever it takes,

even if it means
kicking you out.

If you're gonna be that way,

I'm filing a motion
to nullify the agreement.

On what grounds?

You can't.

Maybe not.

But if I try to,
all that paperwork takes time.

It takes a really long time.

You think I'm gonna let you
get the best of me?

- Ah!
- Whoa.

- It's not nice to grab.
- Who the hell are you?

That's none of your business.

Is that my shirt?

Is this what
you've been busy doing?

Huh? Are you living here?

This is why you don't wanna
sell the house?

Now I see what's going on.

You're sleeping with my wife
in my bed...

Ex-wife, if I've got
my facts straight.

I'm pretty sure she can spend
time with whomever she pleases.

You got it wrong, buddy.
Not in my house.

As long as I own this place,
I say who lives here.

So get out.

You're gonna make me?

Eric, stop. Just don't.

- Are you all r...
- Don't touch me!

You're gonna stand there,
let your boyfriend assault me?

I'm-I'm sorry,
I didn't know he was gonna...

You might wanna get that
looked at.

I heard it pop.
It could be broken.

This isn't over.

- He's a nice guy.
- Yeah.

You-you didn't have to hit him
in the face.

I'm not making things
easier for you, am I?

No.

Look, I-I appreciate you
trying to help,

but, um, I'm gonna get to sleep.

Yeah. Of course.

You'll send me a bill?

I'll, uh, send you a bill

first thing in the morning.

You think I could grab my shirt?

Maybe I can get it resewn.

Yeah, I'll, I'll get it for you.

Linda, thank you.

You're welcome. Just...

Again... I'm sorry.

I don't see what the problem is.

To me, it sounds like
you took care of two things.

You should've seen it, though.

He had this, like, intensity
in his eyes that...

And the way he hit Eric...

Okay,
so he's a little dangerous.

You could use a little danger
in your life,

especially if it comes
with a six pack.

- Carrie...
- Okay, fine.

At least you know he's around
if you pick up another stalker.

He's not around. He did a job,
and that's the end of it.

I mean, I doubt
I'll ever even see him again.

Um, I wouldn't be
too sure about that.

Hi. Good afternoon.
How can we help you?

Yes, I was hoping I could pick
up a few things for my place.

Um, maybe a lamp to brighten
things up a little bit.

Well, you are in luck

because Linda here
is our lamp expert.

I'm sure you'll get a lot
of great suggestions from her.

So, um, I'll be back.

- Okay, thanks.
- Thank you.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Um, how did you know
where I worked?

Well, I followed you.

- What?
- You told me... at my office.

You didn't really come here
for a lamp, did you?

Uh, no, I didn't. I...

Actually, I came to apologize.

For what?

Thinking about it, it seems like

this situation you're having
with your house

is a bit precarious.

And what happened last night
seems like

I may have made your life
a little bit more difficult.

Well, he had it coming.

Still, um,
I feel like I owe you.

Any chance you'll let me
take you to dinner?

Are you normally in the habit

of asking your clients
out for dinner?

Most of my clients
are middle-aged lawyers.

- They're not really my type.
- Oh.

Technically,
you're a former client.

I sent you a bill this morning.

So what do you say?

Are you gonna tell me
more stories about

how much you love my designs

that you've never seen?

I think I learned my lesson
on that one.

Then dinner sounds great.

Perfect. So I'll call you.

- Sure.
- Right.

Have a good day, Linda.

You, too.

Hello?

Hey. It's Tony.

Oh. Well, you don't waste
any time, do you?

Uh, life's too short to wait.

I like that.

I made us reservations tonight.

Well, you're very sure
of yourself.

How do you know I'm available?

Are you?

Depends.
Where are you taking me?

It's, um,
a very exclusive place.

I'm sure you'll like it.

So I should dress formal?

No, no. Strictly casual.

Mysterious.

Pick you up at 7:00?

I'll be ready.

Perfect. I'll see you then.

Wow.

Thank you.

- You're ready to go?
- Yes.

Come on. Table's waiting.

Well, um, where are we going?

You'll see. I know a shortcut.

Well, last I checked,
there are no restaurants

around here, so... It's new.

Ah, okay.

Good, we made it
before it got too busy.

I hope this place
is as good as I hear.

Me, too.

- I can't believe the scenery.
- I know.

It's not bad.

- Let me help you.
- Sure. Heh.

Mm. Thank you.

- Can I pour you some wine?
- Please.

So... antiquities.

Heh. Yeah. Yeah.

- How'd you get into that?
- Well...

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

It's temporary,
it's like a part-time thing,

sort of a transition-style job.

I used to work at a big
designing firm with Carrie,

uh, which was great.

But the higher-ups
started to take credit

for all of the work
the junior designers were doing,

so Carrie and I said something.

And then they decided
they had to downsize.

So we were let go.

I can hear
where your passion is.

Sounds like you really love it.

Yeah, I do. I really do.

I mean, ever since I was a kid,
I used to pore over

interior-design books, you know,

while my friends were obsessing
over the latest teen novel.

It's just not my style.

And then I met Carrie in college
and we made such a great team

that we kind of
stuck together, so...

But lately, things have been
a little rough.

Be patient,
it's only a matter of time

before someone recognizes
your talent.

I mean, I did.

Oh, God!

What about you?

Do you love what you do?

Investigating cheaters and
chasing the occasional stalker?

It's hard to love
something like that.

But it's a living.
I'm good at it.

I'm putting my training to use,
so...

What did you do in the army?

I can't really talk about it.
It's... It's classified.

Oh.

- Really?
- No.

Ah, stop doing that.

I was a combat medic.

I knew about all the carnage
that was going on over there.

Thought maybe I can go out,
give a helping hand.

So you're good
at healing people, then?

Yeah, something like that.

Just, um...

not so good at keeping yourself
out of harm's way.

Sometimes there's people
worth putting yourself

in harm's way for.

Tony, wait, I...

What?

It's just been
a little while for me, so...

I'll be gentle.

So I woke up this morning
and I found this and the glass.

You noticed anything missing?

No, this is not a robbery.

Somebody's trying
to s-send me a message.

- You have some enemies lately?
- Enemies? No.

I mean... No, I don't...
Who is it?

Uh... Uh, my ex-wife.

Her new boyfriend. He doesn't
seem to care for me too much.

Uh...

- He gave you that?
- Yeah.

Um, anyway, do you think
he could've done this?

- What's his name?
- I don't know.

Um, her name's Linda Marshall.

I guess I can give you
her address if you need it.

Why not? I'll look into it.

Thank you.

Ooh, somebody's
chipper this morning.

- Mm...
- Okay, so the date went well?

Uh, it was fine.

Okay, wait, wait, wait.
I... I need details.

Carrie, I need your
help here. Right now, please.

- Okay, okay.
- It's all right.

I... I'll be back.

Organize your thoughts
in the meantime.

I want a thorough and expansive,
complete narrative retelling

of everything that happened,
okay? I'm coming back.

- Okay, okay, okay.
- Okay?

Ms. Marshall.

Have you a moment?

Yes, Detective. Sure.

I won't take long.

How are you?

Fine.

Have you heard anymore
from the man

that was bothering you?

No, not since the other day.

Good.

Perhaps he got the hint
to leave you alone.

Yeah. I hope so.

So I went by your place
this morning.

Naturally, you were not there.

I knew I'd find you here.

But upon leaving, I observed

a for-sale sign out front.

Is that because of the stalker?

No.

It's a, um...

It's a divorce thing.

Oh.

Thank you so much for
checking up on me, Detective.

But I have a lot to do
this morning.

- So...
- Yes, of course. Of course.

Just, just, just...
one more thing.

I got a phone call this morning.

It seems there was an incident
involving your ex-husband.

What kind of incident?

- So you haven't heard?
- No.

Vandalism.

At his house.

Yeah, someone smashed up
a few windows.

Oh, that's terrible. I...

I'm not sure
what this has to do with me.

Well, he is of the impression

that you know the culprit.

Mentioned a boyfriend.

My God.

No. Uh, Eric is wrong.

About which part?

He was also sporting
a broken nose.

Said it was a separate issue,
but just curious.

Would you happen to know
where or how he got that?

Ms. Marshall?

Withholding information
in a police investigation

is a very serious offense.

Look, Eric stormed into my house
the other night

looking for a fight,
and my... friend

was protecting me.
It was self defense.

He had absolutely nothing to do
with any vandalism.

Do you know
where he was last night?

Yes. He was with me.

All night?

- That's right.
- All right.

Well, we're gonna need
to speak with him, regardless.

So do you mind giving me
his name?

Tony... Sarno.

So you ignored my advice.

I needed that creep
out of my life

and Tony got the job done.

And to what extent, may I ask,

did he help you
with this problem?

He didn't give me the details
and I didn't bother to ask.

All I know
is that he made it happen.

Look, my personal opinion

about private investigators
aside,

I strongly recommend

that you do not get involved
with Mr. Sarno.

Professionally or otherwise.

Why? What do you know about him?

I know he's messy.
I know he's dangerous.

You're just trying to scare me,
Detective.

I'm trying to warn you.

Tony Sarno is bad news.

Well, thank you for the advice.

I do really need
to get back to work.

Of course.

Well, thank you for your time.

Thank you, Detective.
Have a good day.

Good morning.

You sleep well?

Yeah.

Um, hey, I, I just got a visit
from the police.

What for?

Well, apparently,
someone vandalized Eric's house.

That's terrible.

Couldn't have happened
to a nicer guy.

Yeah, you didn't have anything
to do with that, did you?

- No. Of course not.
- Yeah, I didn't think so.

What would make you think
that I did?

Well, I didn't, but, um,

Detective Groves seems to think
that you did.

I mean, he's...

He said that he's had
some prior dealings with you.

- Tony?
- Yeah.

I'm here.

Groves. Yeah, I know him.

Well, he doesn't seem to have
the highest opinion of you.

Well, the cops look down
on my line of work,

and he's one of 'em.

Yeah, well, I know that you
don't really like police

getting involved in your work,
so I just wanted to let you know

that I had to give him
your name.

Hey, it's okay.
You did the right thing.

I'm just here at the office
finishing up some work, so...

I guess I'll see him
when he gets here.

Look, don't worry about a thing.

All right.

Thanks. I'll-I'll-I'll call you
later tonight.

Sounds good.
I'll talk to you soon.

Bye.

Looks like it's locked.

It's a good thing
I have the keys.

Mr. Sarno...

Come on in.

So I'm sure you know
why I'm here.

- Ms. Marshall filled me in.
- Hm.

Seems like
there's some sort of trouble

with her... ex-husband.

What's your relationship
with Ms. Marshall?

It started out professional.

It's become
a little more personal.

But how is this relevant
to your investigation?

We at the police department
like to examine

a little thing called motive.

Perhaps you've heard of it.

Well, let me help you out.

I did not vandalize
Mr. Marshall's home.

Yeah, she told me that.

She also told me
about a little argument

you guys had.

And you don't look
quite as banged up as he does.

Luckily for me, he's got
a really slow right hook.

Yeah, luckily for you,
he's not pressing charges.

Self-defense.

Always have an answer
for everything, don't you?

Try to.

Look, a guy like that,

I'm sure he's bound to have
collected a lot of enemies.

And if you look at all,

I'm sure you'd find
a handful of 'em.

But if you get stuck,

I'm always here willing to help.

For a fee, of course.

You know, how about we...

How about we stop
with the games, son?

See, I know it was you, Sarno.

I'm not bothered
by a few broken windows,

but I'm getting a very
distinct sense of deja vu here.

Now, you continue on this path,

and I'll have you behind bars
faster than you can blink.

And there'll be
no technicalities...

to get in my way this time.

I appreciate the heads-up,
Detective.

But if you're not here
to charge me with something,

there's the door.

Oh, one more thing.

What happened
to Ms. Marshall's stalker?

Hm.

He must have seen all the boys
in blue prowling around.

You scared him off.

Nice work, Detective.

Look, whatever this is...

Where's your boyfriend?

Tony had nothing to do
with your house.

The hell he didn't.

If you keep harassing me,

I'm filing a restraining...

Harassing you? Look at my face.

Do you know how embarrassing
it is to go into work like this?

You brought that on yourself.

Okay, be reasonable
for a second.

You're costing me my career.

I lost two major clients
yesterday.

Tell me
you're gonna sell the house.

Fine. I'm done with you.

What? What does that mean?

That means I'm gonna sue you.

And when my attorneys are done,

you're gonna have nothing...

No money, no house, no nothing.

- You can't do that, Eric.
- Watch me!

- Hey!
- Hey, hey, hey.

Stop him. Stop him.

Excuse me.

Linda, didn't you see

- what just happened?
- No, I don't...

That guy just ran off
with one of the antique watches.

I'm so sorry.

And why was your husband
here again?

- Another personal issue?
- No.

I'm... I'm so sorry, Bob.

- It'll never happen again.
- Go home, Linda.

At this point,
you're just costing me money.

Bob, are you firing me?

You can clean out your things.

Bob, I...

Oh, my God.

Hey. Let me help you with that.

Uh, what are you doing here?

Knew you were having a busy day.

I thought
I'd come and surprise you.

Well, I appreciate that, but,
um, it's not really a good time.

Are you sure?
I came all this way.

I appreciate that,
I just, um, I need to be alone.

I need some time to think.

Is there anything I can do
to help?

No, I... I just,
I need to do this on my own.

Thank you, though.

Tony?

What are you...
Why are you here?

Ow!

Ow! Stop!

Does this make you angry?

- What?
- Are you angry?

Yes! Please get off me.
Please. Please, please.

Fight.

- Get off me.
- Fight back!

Get off me now! Please stop.

Do you not fight back
because you're too weak?

Get off me!

- Make me.
- What? Tony, please get off me.

Fight back! Fight me!

Stop this now. Get off me.

Make me!

Make me!

- Make me!
- Get off me!

Get off me!

Good for you.

Good for you.
Now, doesn't that feel better?

To fight back?

Linda, you're a stronger woman
than you know.

You think the world
is pushing against you.

And you know what? Maybe it is.

But it hurts me
to watch you not push back.

You can take control
of your life again.

What, are you out of your mind?

Maybe. Little bit.

I'm sorry. I am.

I didn't hurt you, did I?

Good. I just wanna help you
find your strength.

Maybe this wasn't
the best approach, but...

I'm sorry.

I'm gonna go.

Wait.

Where are you going?

Going somewhere?

Well, look at you.

Gonna have to meet with a client
on the other side of town.

How are you feeling?

- Okay.
- Yeah?

Thank you for being here.

And I don't just mean today.

You're a really good person.

Well, I'm happy you think so.

- Can I ask you something?
- Anything.

Why does Groves have a problem
with you?

I mean,
it's not just your profession.

You two clearly have a history.

Yeah.

Our paths
have definitely crossed.

Well, what happened?

There's not really much to tell.

Well, I'd like to hear it.

A woman hired me to find proof
of her husband's infidelity.

That woman's name
was Julie Beckett.

I did my job.

She was about
to file for divorce

and then her husband killed her.

Then he skipped town.

Groves headed up
that investigation.

Well, why does he think
that you're some kind of threat?

'Cause he's bad at his job.

How so?

While I was keeping tabs
on Julie's husband,

I discovered
that he was also abusing her.

So I confronted him,
tried to intimidate him.

He responded by shooting her

and then skipping town.

Groves was on his trail
for weeks.

But when he hit a dead-end,
he was convinced

that I put him in the ground.

And then he started following
some crazy tip

about a body being buried
at the old canning factory.

You know,
the one at the edge of town?

Groves tore that place
top to bottom for days.

His lieutenant finally
had to pull him off the case,

but Groves...
he just couldn't let it go.

And the husband never turned up?

No.

Hey, you can't blame yourself
for what happened.

Well, it's hard
not to blame myself.

I meddled and Julie got killed.

All right, look,
I'm gonna get out of here.

- Okay.
- I'll call you later?

Mm-hmm.

- You're beautiful.
- Stop.

- Look at that smile.
- Oh, stop it.

- You're beautiful.
- Thank you.

Just the trick.

- Hey.
- Hey.

How are you?

I'm better than yesterday.

You know the good thing
about all this?

Now you really have nothing
to tie you down here.

Not that the antique store
was really holding you back.

Yeah, I guess so.

- Unless...
- Unless?

Unless
there's a certain private eye

who sunk his teeth into you.

Uh, well, hold that thought.

Wait. What do you mean,
"An attempt on his life?"

I mean, he went out
to his driveway last night

and his car exploded.

Jesus!

Thankfully,
he was using a remote starter.

Well, uh, where is he?
Is he... Is he hurt?

Shaken up a bit.
Aside from that, he's fine.

Ms. Marshall, I need you
to tell me where Tony Sarno is.

Are you accusing him
of this, too?

You really don't know anything
about him, do you?

I know he was a combat medic.

- That's what he told you?
- Is that not true?

I still have his service record
on file.

Sure, he started off training
to be a combat medic.

But then he went
for his Airborne qualification,

ended up passing the
Special Forces selection course.

Spent the remainder
of his career

with a counter-terrorism group.

Do you know what his role was?

EOD team leader.

And what's EOD?

Explosive ordinance disposal.

And those guys,

they know a thing or two
about car bombs.

So is that why you blame him
for the Julie Beckett incident?

So he told you
the Tony Sarno version, did he?

- You wanna know the real one?
- What do you mean?

I mean, it didn't happen the way
he likes to tell it.

Sarno was sleeping
with that woman.

See, Mr. Beckett had hired him
to investigate his wife.

Sarno got too close.

Beckett found out
and attacked his wife

and Sarno went for blood.

Hm.

Yeah, Sarno went
to take Beckett out

and the wife got caught
in the crossfire.

That's, uh...

not what he told me.

And I'm guessing he didn't
tell you about the little girl,

either, did he? Yeah.

Poor little thing probably
saw the whole thing go down

and ran off scared and alone.

We found her a week later.

She was struck by a truck
on the highway.

Yeah, so that girl
died because of Sarno.

And then he staged
the whole thing perfectly.

Made it look like
the husband went on a rampage

and murdered his wife.

We never did find the husband.

My guess is that he's rotting
away in a ditch somewhere.

Can you prove any of this?

If I could,
Sarno would already be

in the middle
of a life sentence.

I don't understand...

I get it. I really do.

He's charmin',
he's protective...

but he doesn't know
where the limits are,

and the law
means nothing to him.

And now...

Now he's got his sight
set on you.

He sees your ex-husband
as a threat, Ms. Marshall,

and he's not gonna stop until
Eric is out of the picture.

I've seen this happen before.

I'm not gonna let it
happen again.

So if you know where he is...

now would be a good time
to tell me.

I don't... I don't know.

I really don't.

All right.

If he contacts you,
would you please let me know?

- Immediately.
- Yes.

Thank you both.

Thank you.

It's him again.

You know, there is still
a chance that the detective

was wrong about all this.

Come on. You don't believe that.

Neither do I. I just...

I don't understand
how I didn't see any of this.

I mean,
how could I be so stupid?

Hey, stop beating yourself up.
Okay? It's not your fault.

I didn't see it, either.

Yeah, well,
you weren't sleeping with him.

You know,

in a really,
really sick and twisted way,

he was trying to be
your guardian angel.

Ugh, that is not helpful.

Okay, but it's true.

And, hey, at least you know
he's not gonna hurt you.

How? How do I know that?

I mean,
he could be a psychopath.

There's only one thing to do.

You have to break it off.

I-I mean, if he's that unstable,
then what if he tries something

when I break it off?

Okay. Here's what you do.

You break up by phone,
not face to face.

And then you hide out
for a few weeks...

sell this place
and get out of here for good.

Okay.

Okay. You're right.

Yes. I am right.
Of course, I'm right.

When am I not right?

Okay, except for the time
I told you

to date
the crazy private investigator.

Okay.

Well, what about you, then?

What about me?

I mean, would you come with me?

Oh.

I never...
I never considered it.

Consider it now.
I mean, what's holding you back?

Nothing.

Nothing's holding me back.

Heh. Okay.

I think we just decided
to move together.

Yeah. I think we did.

Here.

To new beginnings.

New beginnings.

You think we should take
both cars or, um...

Mm. I actually
wanted to sell my car.

- That's true. That's actually a really good idea.
- Yeah.

We should find a place to stay
before we start going out there.

Linda.

- Are you there?
- Don't answer.

Linda, come on.
I know that you're here.

I mean, the lights are on.
He knows we're here.

Will you tell me
what's going on?

- I'll call the police.
- Okay.

Do it from the kitchen
so he doesn't see...

Will you please open the door?

No.

What's happening?

I think we need to spend
some time apart.

What?

Where is this coming from?

Just yesterday
we had an amazing day. Why...

Okay, stop the charade,
all right?

What charade?

Eric's car exploded last night.

Linda, I'm telling you,

I have absolutely no idea...
Um...

Why would somebody
blow up his car?

Okay, stop lying to me.

Just like you lied to me
about Julie Beckett.

Did Groves tell you that?

Well, it's true, isn't it?
I mean, you got her killed.

I did not.

But, yes, I did lie to you.

It didn't happen exactly
the way that I say it did.

But how could I tell you
the truth?

If you found out...

that I had an affair with her,

I was afraid
that you would push me away

just like you are right now.

But I didn't kill anyone.

Julie's husband came after me
with a gun...

and Julie stepped in the way.

She died in my arms
as he ran away.

And I haven't seen him
again since.

And that is the truth.

How can I believe anything
that you tell me?

You really think that I tried
to kill your ex-husband?

Yeah. Well,
you have explosives experience.

Just another lie.

I didn't lie about that.

I just left that part out.

You really wanna hear
about everything

that I did in the army?

Anybody can learn
to blow a gas tank online.

Stop!

I'm sorry, I just...
I can't trust you anymore.

Hey, they're on their way.

You called the police?

On me?

You're makin' a mistake, Linda.

Thank you, Officer. Bye.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Thank you so much
for staying the night again.

- Um, it really means a lot.
- Yeah, it's what I'm here for.

Hey, we're gonna
figure this out, okay?

Come here.

Don't cry.

It's gonna be okay.

Thanks.

I love you.

Okay.

- Good night.
- Good night.

Carrie?

Hey, it's me.

Wanted to let you sleep in.

I'm off to the shop to tell Bob

that I am quitting.

Maybe I can scrounge up
some empty boxes

from the storage room.

If not, I'll pick some up
on my way back

and help you start packing.

So get that listing fixed, okay?

Let's sell that sucker.
I'll see you soon. Okay? Bye.

Hm...

Hi,
it's Carrie. Leave a message.

Hey, uh, it's me.

I thought you were coming
straight back here.

I made lunch. Call me.

Carrie?

Carrie?

Hi,
it's Carrie. Leave a message.

Hey, it's me again
for, like, the fifth time.

Where are you?

The sun's going down, you were
supposed to be back hours ago.

I'm really starting to worry.

Look, if you get this,
can you just call me, please?

Please.

Hi,
it's Carrie. Leave a message.

Carrie, it's me again.

I don't know what to do,
except to keep calling you.

So if you get these,

I-I mean, please give me
a call back.

I can't believe
I can't get a hold of you.

Tony?

No.

Linda, it's okay.

- It's okay. It's me.
- No, please, don't.

It's me.

Sure.

Thanks, guys.

We did a full sweep
of the entire house.

Didn't find
any other listening devices.

Okay. Do you know how long
that thing was in my house?

Hard to say.

But it's over now. All right?

And we've doubled down
on our search.

We will find him.

But until we do, I can have
officers posted outside

day and night if you'd like.

Yes. Please.

Okay.

Have you had any other contact
with Sarno

since he last showed up
at your front door?

No.

You did the right thing,
you know,

calling us.

I know it's a scary situation,

but we're here
to help you through it.

Thank you.

Um, Detective, my friend Carrie,

I-I haven't been able
to get a hold of her.

I mean, I-I've left her
a ton of voicemails.

I've... I went to her apartment
to find her,

but I just found some cardboard
boxes that I think were hers.

- When did you last see her?
- Um, two nights ago.

She spent the night here.

She left the next morning,
said she was gonna quit her job.

But she never came back.

Now, why was she gonna
quit her job?

With everything
that's happening here,

we decided we were gonna
leave town together.

And this plan that you had to...

Did you discuss it here,
in the house?

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God, he heard us.
Oh, my God, he's gonna kill her.

- He's, he...
- No, no, wait a minute.

We don't know that.
We don't know anything yet.

I will look into it,
I promise you that.

In fact,
the minute I leave here,

I will head down
to the antique store

and see if anyone saw her
come or go.

- Thank you.
- But in the meanwhile...

As a precaution,
it might be best

to get you to a safer location.

- All right?
- Okay.

Would you be okay with that?

Yeah.

I'm gonna go outside
and coordinate

with the other officers,
all right?

Pack some things, whatever
you think you might need.

- I'll be right back.
- Okay, thank you.

- Carrie?
- Linda...

Oh, my God.
Where the hell are you?

Linda...
Oh, my God! Are you okay?

No, uh, I'm not.

Carrie?

He doesn't want to hurt you.

He just wants to speak to you.

He wants you to meet him here.

W-w-where? Where?

At the old canning factory.

He said
you would know what that meant.

Uh, yeah. I do, I do.

You have one hour.

If you don't make it in time

or if you bring the police,

he's gonna k-kill me.

He wants you to say
that you understand.

Yes, I understand.

I'll be right there, okay?

Ca...

So we're all set.

You okay?

Oh, y-yeah,
you-you just, uh, startled me.

All right,
I'm off to the antique store.

As soon as I learn something,
I'll let you know.

The officers outside
will take care of you.

Ready to go?

Um, I-I just need
a few more minutes.

All right.
You sure you're all right?

Yes. Yeah, I'm fine. Thank you.

Okay.

Carrie?

Carrie?

Carrie...

I-I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

You have nothing
to be sorry for, okay?

I'm gonna get you out of here,
okay? Are you hurt?

- Just-just scared.
- Okay.

God!

Linda, please...

Linda!

No!

No!

Eric?

What the hell are you doing?

You want to tell her
or should I?

Huh, Tony?

Hm?

Hm?

Speak.

It wasn't me, Linda.

It was never me.

It was him.

What? I-I-I, I don't understand.

A month ago,
Eric's company hired me

to look into
an, an embezzling problem.

Somebody had been siphoning off
a lot of money

from their accounts.

And he was their prime suspect.

Then he caught wind
that I was on his tail.

After the explosion,
I finally figured out his plan.

He was gathering
all the information he could

so he could frame me for murder.

With me out of the picture,

nobody could deliver the proof
to the company.

And the only way for him to get
the money back on the books

was for you to sell the house.

You hired Carl Ruston

to scare her off, didn't you?

Some people would do anything
for a buck.

So at the bar,
that wasn't a coincidence?

No.

I was gathering information
on him.

I needed to see
if you knew anything,

so I could use it against him.

And that's why
I bugged your house.

And I just... I just didn't...

He didn't expect
to be so taken with you.

Right?

First Julie Beckett, now Linda?

You got a real problem,
don't you?

I didn't expect you to go
into hiding so quickly, though.

That was pretty slick.

But then I knew
I had to make it look like

more than attempted murder.

I knew you'd follow Linda
wherever she went

because you're a little psycho.

So we return
to the scene of the crime.

Nothing ever happened here.

Yeah. It makes for a good story.

You know, Carrie...

- I never really liked you.
- No, no, please don't...

No, no, no, stop.
Please, please!

Eric, please stop!
You cannot do this.

I will tell the truth. I will
tell the police everything.

- I swear.
- Then I'll have to kill you, too.

I loved you,
but you're leaving me no choice.

You're just gonna kill us all?

For money?

It's not just for money, stupid.

If my company finds out
what I did,

I'm gonna go to jail.

I can't let that happen.

Goodbye, Carrie.

No!

- Are you okay?
- Yeah.

Yeah.

It's gonna be okay. We're gonna
get out of here, okay?

Okay.

Can you walk?

I'm okay.

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

I'll be right back, okay?
Stay there.

I told you, I know how to win.

Linda!

I can hear you.

You're gonna have to come out
if you wanna save your friend.

You know, Linda,
I finally realized

why I stopped loving you.

It's 'cause you don't know
how to fight for anything.

Things start to fall apart
and you just stand there...

like you're gonna stand there
while I pull this trigger.

Wait... Silence.

You hear that ringing
in your ears?

What ringing?

That ringing.

- Thanks.
- Yeah.

Six out of ten.

This isn't gonna work out,
is it?

You and me?

- No, I don't think so.
- Damn.

Eric was right about one thing.

Yeah? What's that?

You are a little nuts.

Yeah. Maybe a little bit.

If I can go back and change
a few things, I would.

Yeah. Well, we all have regrets.

But that's what makes us
stronger, right?

Right.

We should get you to a hospital.

Yeah.

Let me help you.

I think I'm just gonna wait
right here.

Linda? Linda.

Oh, Carrie.

Hey.

It's okay.

So... how are you feelin'?

Relieved.

I was asking more
about your physical condition.

But that's good to hear.

Thank you so much
for all of your help

during all this.

I realize I wasn't the most
cooperative when we first met.

You know, um,

looks like I was wrong...
this time.

Well, I don't think
he'll take it personally.

Huh.

You still have your suspicions
about him, don't you?

I don't think
I'll ever crack the mystery

that is Tony Sarno.

Well, he's probably
a little unstable,

but... at the end of the day,

I think he's not such a bad guy.

Maybe.

Ladies, it was a pleasure.

Stay well.

Hey. Is this everything?

Yup. That's everything.

- Then it's time.
- Yeah, I guess so.

Anything you want to say?

Good riddance, Somerset Bay.

Yeah.

You know,
I just thought of something.

Hm?

We've never been
on a road trip together.

So what if we get sick
of each other?

Well, I mean, it is my car,

so if you get too annoying,
I can just drop you off

on the interstate
and you can hitch.

- Okay. You would never do that.
- Simple solution.

It's a male in his 50s.

Looks like he's been dead
for a while.

Do you have an ID?

No, but I found a credit card.

Name is, uh, Carl Ruston.

Hey, did you ever hear from Tony

since he was released
from the hospital?

No.

I... I called him
and left a message,

but he never called me back.

I think he's trying
to keep his distance.

It's probably for the best.

So can we stop for lunch?

Well, we just got on the road.

Well, I'm starving.

Come on, get
your hitchhiker's thumb ready.

Shut up.