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- Drink this.

I like your family.

- They seem to really like you too.

- If you ever wanna talk or hangout or...

whatever.

- Don't let your bucket fill up, brother.

(Dryer thumps)

- Does the name Dyanne Tucci ring a bell?

Noor: I'm a social worker.

It's quietly known that I help women

get away if they need to.

- Hi, my name is Dyanne Tucci.

My husband, Shane, threatened to kill me if I left him.

(Fire alarm beeps) - Jenny!

(Extinguisher whooshes)

Donavon: Those restless nights

do they happen to include sleepwalking?

Jenny: I will fix this. I promise.

- Dyanne Tucci was a devoted nurse.

She worked long and hard hours.

When she was not at the hospital

she loved to escape to the rocks,

as she used to say.

She loved nature.

Dyanne: Live from Devil's Path, Ladies!

Catskills!

I made it!

(Panting) It is so beautiful!

I made it! Woooo!

Noor: Whatever trail or climb she was taking on,

she would post videos for her friends.

By the time I met Dyanne, she was an island.

She cancelled plans, claiming she was sick.

If people called to check in,

she wouldn't answer the phone.

- Emma, not her real name, is our guest.

She's the one that Dyanne went to for help.

Emma helps other women

escape abusive situations.

Quite the dangerous trade.

- I think of it more as a calling.

Flora: When would you say everything changed?

- Early spring, 2017.

Dyanne married Shane Tucci.

Flora: And eventually, Dyanne Tucci would vanish

without a trace.

- The police said there was not enough evidence

of a crime committed.

But deep down,

I knew she was dead.

- (Hard exhale)

(Keys jingle)

(Receding footsteps)

♪♪♪

(Sleepy exhale)

♪♪♪

(Machine beeping)

(Exhales)

(Machine beeping)

(Intercom chimes) Clinician: You're awake!

Don't get out of bed just yet, Dr. Cooper.

You can lie back down.

You have a few exercises to do, same as last night.

Okay. So only moving your eyes, look up...

and now to your feet...

now left...

right.

Point your toes down...

and up.

Take a deep breath...

- (Jenny inhales) - and hold.

Okay. Keep holding.

and exhale.

Excellent, all done.

(Yawns)

(Knock on door) Come in.

- Hey. - Hey.

- You don't have to say it. I know uh,

I know I look like a lab rat.

- Nah, you look fine.

Like a, Jenny marionette.

(Both chuckle)

You doing good otherwise?

- Yeah, Dr. Sharma, my psychiatrist,

says that this will help me.

- Good.

- Donovan I-- - Hey...

if you happened to have a little down time today,

take a look at a file for me.

A friend of mine is helping out one of those,

true crime podcasts?

And they think they might have something new.

- Where's the body?

- That's the thing...

there isn't one.

- Okay. How do you--

- Then just have a look at it for me with those Jenny eyes.

If anything jumps out at you, call me.

- I will. Yeah.

- Alright. - Hey uh...

thank you. - Alright.

(Door opens and shuts)

- (Sighs)

(Readying exhale) - Okay.

(Big inhale, clears throat)

(Photos rustle)

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

There's a clear history of abuse.

Gordon: (phone speaker) Are you gonna help me find

this missing puzzle piece or what?

- Uh, Dad, you do realize that I have not been home

for the past two days, right? - Yeah.

So what am I supposed to do now?

I put all this work into this stupid thing,

and now I walk away and leave a big divot

right in the middle of it?

- How you looked under the rug? In your pockets?

Is it-is it in the vacuum?

- Am I totally inept to you?

(Theme music form "Fernandes" plays)

- What are you watching?

- It's that "Fernandes",

that show about the coroner I keep telling you about.

It's given me a whole new perspective

on what you do for a living. - Did you call her?

- Who? - I told you not to call her!

Jenny, I told him not to bother you.

- Yeah. It's okay.

- How are you? Do you need anything?

I can pop something over

after I give your dad his meds and lunch.

- No, I'm... I'm good.

- Okay. Well, we should get going then.

- Yeah, 'cause we're gonna go and paint the town red.

- (Kelly chuckles) You wish. - Yeah.

- Jenny, listen, okay? There is nothing wrong with you

that a good night of sleep won't fix.

And don't let anyone tell you otherwise.

- Yeah, thanks, Kelly. I--

(Clicks call off)

♪♪♪

Flora: We really appreciate contributions

from law enforcement...

especially those still active on the force.

- Well, to be honest, I almost didn't show up

after I saw what you named your podcast -

"Slaughter into Wine?"

- Would you like a t-shirt?

- No. I'm good. Thanks.

Noor: You made it?

(Approaching footsteps)

- You said these two had something I'd wanna see?

- Glad you came.

- (Clears his throat)

Flora: Since we posted part one of the Dyanne Tucci story,

we've received tons of support and messages.

But... this email in particular caught our attention.

Tim: This was sent by an anonymous source.

Claiming that they were with Shane Tucci

the night that Dyanne disappeared.

- Shane was at the track drinking with friends.

Witnesses saw him, his credit card statements back it up.

We know all this.

Flora: The email says Shane's alibi is bogus.

- Okay. Not to rain on your parade,

but we get a hundred of these "tips" every case.

Tim: Yes, so do we. But this one stood out...

Fiery Ruckus. Dance Me Gently.

Boosty. Scarlett Moonbeam.

- All racehorses that ran the night Dyanne disappeared.

- What if Shane wasn't at the track all night?

What if he left long enough to kill Dyanne,

and the person who sent this email saw him leave?

Flora: The problem is we have no way of reaching

whomever sent the email.

- I do.

♪♪♪

(Machine beeping)

(Paper flutters)

(Machine beeping)

(Knock on door)

- Hi Jenny. - Hey.

- What's all this?

- Donovan just um...

he asked me to do him a-a favour?

- Okay... it couldn't wait two days?

- I mean, it was for a case,

so what was I supposed to do say, say no?

- Jenny, why are we here?

- Um...

- And no, I'm sleepwalking, is not the answer.

- Because, if I don't fix this...

someone might get hurt.

(Sighs)

- Okay.

I'll make sure this is waiting for you

in the control room once you're done here today.

So. How are the new SSRIs?

- Yeah, they're good. They're fine.

- Well, I was reviewing the data from last night

with the technician,

and I was somewhat surprised to see

that you've been having more REM sleep here

then I understand you were at home.

- I mean, isn't that a good thing?

- It's a bit abnormal.

For most people it's the opposite.

- Are you saying...

that my stress is coming from home?

- Let's see what today yields before we draw any conclusions.

Get through the multiple sleep latency test.

Which is really a fancy way to say--

- A nap. Yeah.

- I'm proud of you, Jenny.

Stay with this.

(Door opens and shuts)

(Approaching car rumbles outside, honking)

(Impatient knock on door)

- Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. I'm coming. I'm coming.

- Ha ha! Salut! - Hey!

(Speaking French)

- Tiens toi!

The chicken farm is only five kilometers away,

so we thought, why not surprise our son.

- Ah, you still came all this way just for chickens though?

- A chicken. - No. Heirloom chickens.

- Ah... - Hm.

- Maybe, maybe you two could go with René to pick them up?

- Uh, y-yes please! - Yeah.

- Yeah? - 100%. Yeah.

- I know I don't look farmsy,

but I feel like I had horses in another life.

- Dad, you really bring this?

- Ta da!

- Whoa! - Last time I've seen this,

I must've been like ten years old?

- Oh, we know your Jenny has a son,

and we thought it'd be a nice gift for the little one.

- Oh... - Yeah, um...

- I'm-I'm-I'm the, little one. - (Stifles a laugh)

(Speaking French)

- So sorry to bother you-- - Gordon.

I'm just checking. I might have lost a piece of my puzzle.

Everybody check under their shoe.

No. no.

Well, what the hell is this? Who dug this up?

(Speaking French)

- Elodie! - Okay, what did they say?

- Oh, he want to know if you want some tea?

- Oh. No merci. - Hm.

♪♪♪

Lucy: What kind of firewall are you guys using?

Uh, secured storage?

Authentication measures?

- Full disclosure,

we just use whatever antivirus software came with it.

- No problem.

(Chatter continues)

- I was surprised when you said you were doing this.

Seems really public for you.

- I owe it to Dyanne.

And I saw what Flora and Tim were doing,

and realized that podcasts can be a tool.

- We looked for her, Noor. No stone left unturned.

There just wasn't any evidence.

- Her medical records weren't evidence enough?

Her broken bones, bruises.

- She never once said he hit her.

Just that she'd had some sort of accident.

I looked through those case files.

- Dyanne and I took baby steps.

We started forming a plan.

Then stopped.

When she felt ready, we started up again.

Until all we had left was to figure out

the right time for her to leave.

- Just before she disappeared.

They think they're stuck.

They don't know that there's something else possible.

- Until they meet you.

(Computer keys clack)

- Got it!

Got the original IP address.

It's residential, East York.

The home is registered to a Frederick Haslem?

- Wait, I-I know that name...

what does he have to do with the alibi?

- That's Freddie Haslem...

he was Shane's alibi.

♪♪♪

- Excuse me, Ma'am? I'm Detective Donovan McAvoy.

I was hoping to speak with Freddie Haslem.

Is he home?

- I'm Bonnie, Freddie's partner.

He isn't home.

- You know where I might find him?

Or are you expecting him back anytime soon?

(Lid rattles)

- We gotta go inside.

It's me you wanna talk to, okay?

I sent the email.

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

(Waking exhales)

(Door opens)

- Oh, ah, sorry. Wrong room.

- Wait, hey! Ah... sorry.

Come-come here.

Hi. You're-you're a patient here - obviously.

- I'm John. I'm serving two nights for insomnia.

What are you in for?

- Uh, sleepwalking, um, unfortunately.

- Oh, don't be embarrassed.

I used to sleepwalk in med school,

woke up in a morgue one day

I had no recollection how I got in there. (Laughs)

- You're an MD? - Yeah. I am.

Then uh, you can't turn me down.

- I'm sorry? Turn you down for what?

Laura, why don't you go watch your cartoons.

- (Reluctant exhale)

(Receding footsteps)

I knew someone would come, eventually.

I'm no Bill Gates, I just Googled,

how to send an anonymous email.

- Why the podcast?

- It's the first time I'd ever heard her last name...

Dyanne Tucci. (Shaky breaths)

Like Sh-Shane Tucci.

(Calming exhales)

Noor: It's okay, take your time.

Breathe.

- It was our second date,

me and Freddie.

He wanted to go to the track

which was fine by me,

I got to dress up.

But then we get there and...

Shane's there.

And I mean who invites their colleague

out on a date with a girl they've just started seeing?

- Colleague?

- Freddie kept calling him a colleague.

I thought that was weird, but whatever,

the whole night was weird.

- In what way?

- Our first date was cheap night out at the movies,

now he's throwing money around like it's nothing.

- Shane or Freddie? - Both of them.

Well, kinda only Shane actually.

I'm getting you all messed up here.

I don't think Freddie meant anything bad.

- We don't have to rush, okay?

- So you and Freddie go to the track

and Shane's there...

- Yeah, at the beginning.

Then he left, but...

he let Freddie keep his card.

Told him to keep buying drinks.

A few hours later, Shane's back,

third-wheeling us.

- Hey, Bonnie, you can say, without a shadow of a doubt,

that you saw Shane leave the track that night?

- I-- (Door opens)

- Bob next door said there was police at the house.

- I'm Detective Donovan McAvoy.

Freddie,

let's you and I step outside for a minute, please?

- Sorry, Freddie.

- It's okay.

(Door opens)

- Okay. Let's go.

- This is like "Ocean's Eleven".

- Yeah, something like that.

- Yeah, I don't normally do "dares", but uh,

what the heck.

- I mean, I didn't-I don't really "dare" you.

I asked. - Kinda felt like a dare.

- You'll look out for me? - Okay.

- Okay. - Okay.

- Hey. - Yeah.

- What kind of doctor did you say you were again?

- The fun kind.

(Door shuts)

Okay.

(Exhales)

♪♪♪

(Files rustle)

(John fake coughs) Clinician: John,

what are you doing out here? - Hi, I need help with the AC.

- Shit. - My room is freezing

and I can't figure the darn thing out - so many buttons.

Do you mind? - Sure. Sure, come with me.

- Thanks.

(Receding footsteps)

(Relieved exhale) - Okay.

(Drawer opens)

A...

(Drawer opens)

Cooper... Cooper...

Cooper.

Well, that should have been obvious.

♪♪♪

(Door shuts) Okay.

- Is it what you needed? - Yeah, it is. Thanks.

There was just um,

there is some things that I-I-I can't figure out.

- Well, lay it on me.

- (Reluctant exhale)

- As a physician, and your accomplice,

I'm sworn to secrecy...

also I am incredibly bored.

- (Small laugh)

Okay.

Our decedent is female, thirties.

She was in the process of leaving her husband

when she disappeared and was never heard from again.

- How do you know she's dead?

- Uh, well, we don't.

But my friend has a hunch. (Paper rustles)

Here.

Trace amounts of high alkaline caustic soda

were found in the driveway.

- Lye? That's heavy duty stuff. He covered his tracks.

- No, no, because it was trace amounts.

Right? So if he had used it to clean

we would have found more.

- Maybe I'd start with tire tracks.

Tire tracks seem nice. Simple.

- John... you're a genius.

- I am? - Yeah.

(Speaking French)

- Okay. Ma...

(Sharp Exhale) (Knife rasps)

(Traffic sounds, siren wails)

Freddie: I don't even talk to Shane any more.

Guy moved to Brunei, wherever the hell that is.

- How did you and Shane become friends?

I mean, Shane's got money,

cool cars, cool clothes...

and you're a security guard, Freddie?

- I work in construction. - Yeah.

But you were a security guard back then.

I mean, no shame in that.

My old man put food on our table working security.

I'm just curious,

how a guy like Shane ends up chillin' at the track

with a rent-a-cop?

- I answered all these questions

back when Dyanne disappeared.

Look, Bonnie was wasted.

Spent most of the night puking in the bathroom.

- Oh, there's another interesting detail.

Drinks.

Now according to his credit card statement,

he bought a lot of drinks that night.

Round after round. - That's what I'm saying.

We were partying all night.

- That's not the interesting part.

Now all these drinks that Shane bought,

were only ever for two drinks.

That is until about 10:30, when it became three drinks.

Now I know it was you and Bonnie,

living it up on Shane's dime all night.

Then after Shane killed his wife

and got rid of the body,

he joined you at the track for a few cold ones to celebrate.

Is that about right?

He used you, Freddie.

You didn't know he was going to kill his wife. Did you?

You didn't know, until it was too late.

(Phone chimes)

One sec.

Tell me where the body is?

Going once?

♪♪♪

- Hey. - Why would someone have

industrial alkali in their home?

- My guess is to clean up after a murder.

- No. None of it was found inside. Right?

I-I mean there would be traces in the sink,

in the garbage... somewhere.

But do you remember the tire tacks

that were in the driveway?

- The-the lab determined that it belonged to a, a van...

- Trying to find a "weight-bearing van"

in a city this size, is like a needle in a haystack.

- Yeah, but what if we can shrink that stack.

- I'm listening.

- The alkali was found in the driveway, right?

But what if the weight-bearing van was a service vehicle.

Used to, to transport corrosive material.

- Cleaning supplies. - Yeah!

If you narrow the list of companies

selling products this strong--

- Oh, if we can find that van,

maybe we'll find out where they took Dyanne's body

- Yeah. Yeah. That's the idea.

- And to think I almost didn't bother you today.

- (Small laugh)

- Jenny?

- It's been a while so uh,

we may not find any trace of her.

(Doors open, shut)

(Door creaks open)

- Hello, sir. How are you today?

- I'm fine, son. What can I do for you?

- I'm Detective Donovan McAvoy,

and I was hoping I could take a look inside this building.

- Sorry, no-can-do.

Not unless you got some official stuff?

- No sir, I don't. Not yet.

- Well, sorry, can't do it.

- Well, thank you for your help.

- Thank you. Have a good day.

- Okay. I'll be back.

(Phone chimes)

- You two know each other? - Oh no.

He reminds me of my pops though.

(Chuckles) "Official stuff".

Hey Jenny. - I mean, that was fast.

Do you think it's the right place?

- Might be. Freddie wasn't talking,

but his girlfriend, Bonnie, remembered him doing deliveries

for a company with a "C" logo. Easy find. Crestwall.

And sure enough,

they deliver industrial cleaning supplies.

Freddie was moonlighting. - So that's why it didn't

show up in the original investigation.

- Yeah. That's what I'm thinking.

I'm gonna need your help getting in here today though,

security here is no joke.

- Yeah. I will call in a coroner's warrant

within the hour.

(Door opens, shuts)

- This is all I found in the janitor's closet.

This one's pretty common,

but these two...

- Yeah.

Yeah, these will do.

(Chicken clucking)

- You do realize I keep coming out to Dundas

just for the weirdness, right?

And it never disappoints.

- See, I was thinking that I was the reason

that you kept coming back. - Oh, oh!

My previous statement includes you. Yeah.

- Oh. Okay. So I'm...

I'm just like Mr. Wayward chicken here then?

- Well, you are a little free-range.

Said with love.

- Okay. I'm going to give him five more seconds

and then I... swarm. - Swarm?

- Okay. Yeah. I-I got it.

- If you swarm, just don't let him scratch you.

- Hello. - They scratch.

- He doesn't scratch. - Okay, just be careful.

(Chicken squawks loudly)

- Well, it's not scientist, scientific, you know.

You were taking-- - They were scary!

- They're not. You were scaring them.

It was taking like an hour before him.

- You see this? Think that's scarring them?!

- This guy. (Laughs) - Yeah. I know. I swarmed.

Don't ever swarm.

- But he-but he used to do what?

- Name them. All of them. - The animals?

- Yes. Liam thought that if the farm animals all had names,

that we wouldn't eat them.

- You're a regular Dian Fossey.

- Did it work? - Um, mostly, no.

But sometimes it felt more like we had pets

than livestock.

- You were very ahead of your time there, Liam.

- There's nothing wrong with being sensitive.

- But you toughened up, huh?

- You know, we-we had a vache, uh, it's a cow.

He named her Jacqueline. - Oh, Jacqueline.

- And-and then there was a, there was a, a...

Pierre, the pig. - Okay.

- Then we had-we had two goats, they were both white.

- Right. - Okay, he named them, Gertrude... Ger...

(Voices fade)

(Muted laughter)

♪♪♪

- (Dyanne pants on video)

I didn't expect this trail to be this hard.

(Panting)

My legs are shot,

my water's low.

(Panting)

I'm moving on.

(Laughs)

- It's hard to let go.

More so until they're found.

- (Sighs)

Part of me doesn't want you to find her.

Sometimes,

I like to imagine

that Dyanne did get away.

That she's out there, somewhere,

living her life.

Some fantasy, huh?

♪♪♪

(Car rumbles up, siren wails)

- Hey Mac? Warrant came through.

We're about ready to get at it.

- Okay. I'll be there in a minute.

(Police radio chatter)

I know you wanted to be here when we found her but--

- Actually, I changed my mind.

I think I'd rather keep Dyanne alive

just a little longer.

- Alright. I'll... I'll have someone drive you back.

Okay.

♪♪♪

- Jenny? - Mhmm.

Wha-wh-what are you doing?

(Sizzles) - (Winces in pain)

- Are you out of you mind?

- (Sharp exhale) Yeah.

I get that question a lot?

I just needed to make sure.

- Sure of what?

- I think I know what happened to Dyanne.

(Sizzling)

♪♪♪

- Over here.

- Make sure Ident gets the okay to open these things safely.

- Will do.

How much you wanna bet one of these will match

the drop found in the driveway? Huh?

- Oh, you know I don't gamble.

- (Malik chuckles) (Phone rings)

- Hey Jenny. We're about part way through.

- He dissolved her, Donovan.

- I'm sorry, what?

- He didn't just use the supply van to get rid of her.

He used the cleaning supplies as well.

- But we haven't found any acids or anything like that.

- No, acid, acid would be a lot quicker,

but if you have a strong enough alkali,

and you add water.

I mean, it would just take a little bit longer.

- Probably the same amount of time

that Shane was missing from the track.

(Low hum of chatter)

Malik.

- Hey, take a sample of that.

- Jenny,

if you went through the trouble to liquidate a body,

what would you do with it?

I know what I'd do.

- I need Toronto Works to bring a jackhammer.

Better get a cement cutter too.

(Walkie talkie beeps)

- So what's the process here?

- Normally I'd outsource,

but it turns out, our dear River here,

holds a Journeyman's Plumbing license.

- Yeah, well, scope and radar found matter

in this section of the pipe.

What's in there might be all that's left of Dyanne Tucci.

- I'll be precise.

(Clanks)

(Cranks)

(Whirring rev)

(Slow whirring)

(Pipe clanks)

Presto.

(Pipe clanks, Casey grunts)

(Squishy sounds)

♪♪♪

(Squishy sounds)

Casey: (Grunts)

- Congealed human fat,

gallstones.

Casey: And human teeth.

Forensics can crack these open, extract DNA from the pulp.

And you'll have more than enough for a positive ID.

- (Heavy exhale)

To think someone could reduce someone they supposedly love

to this.

Good work. Thanks, guys.

- Sorry we missed Jenny, but we have a long drive home.

- Yeah-yeah-yeah. It's okay.

- We'll call first next time. - Sure. Sure.

- (Speaks French) - Oui.

(Chuckles)

Hey farm boys,

help me load the truck one last time? Hm?

- (Sighs) Watch out for the birds of prey.

- Away, let's go. Allez.

(Door creaks open, shuts)

♪♪♪

(Speaking French)

- Oui.

♪♪♪

(Door creaks open)

- On s'appelle.

(Door creaks shut)

(Exhales)

♪♪♪

- I reviewed the footage of you from today.

- Okay. Look I...

I know that I said I wouldn't work today,

but I had to go and get that file.

It helped me find a woman's body.

- Is that so?

- Yeah. Look... (sighs)

Okay. Just--

Please just promise me that you won't get John in trouble.

I practically begged him to come with me.

- John? - Yeah.

- Who's that?

- John. The other patient - goatee.

- Please.

There were no other patients at the clinic today.

- Ah... (scoffs)

I mean, I was with John all day,

and I saw other patients on the monitor so.

- It's very common for subjects in this type of study

to fall asleep for two to three hours without knowing.

Sometimes they wake up in the middle,

with a conscious and the subconscious overlapping.

But to be clear,

you never left your room.

♪♪♪

Come with me.

I need to show you something.

Come on. - (Confused) No...

- I know this isn't easy to watch,

(Mouse clicks) but I want you to try to remember

what you were doing in this moment.

♪♪♪

- I'm sorry, I don't-I-I-don't...

I don't know.

- I think you do. - No.

- Just try.

♪♪♪

- (Deep exhales)

(Sniffling)

(Sighs)

(Sizzling sounds)

♪♪♪

(Breathing heavily)

♪♪♪

(Dirt scrapes)

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

(Emotional exhales) Katie. No.

- Reminds me of a poem.

"One train may hide another."

Sometimes, the thing you're looking at is blocking you

from seeing the thing you need to see.

But if you stay with it

and look longer...

the last piece of the puzzle...

♪♪♪

(Dirt scrapes)

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

- Who are you, John?

- Most people know me by one name...

Fernandes.

John Fernandes.

♪♪♪

(Startled gasps)

(Realizing gasps)

(Muted voice)

(Panicked breathing)

(Muted voice)

(Crying)

(Phone chimes)

- Hey, Jenny. I was just about to call you.

Everything alright?

- Yeah. Yeah.

I uh... (clears throat)

I have a, a question that I need to, to ask you

and you promise me that you are not gonna ask me

a question in return?

- Okay.

- Did we um...

did we talk on the phone today?

- Yeah, several times.

- Oh. And did I, did I...

did I help with the case?

- Jenny, we couldn't have solved this case without you.

Freddie cracked once we told him what we found.

(Sniffles) - Yeah. Okay. Okay. Yeah.

- Hey, take care of yourself, alright?

- Yeah. Thanks. Thank you. Thank you.

(Clicks call off) Oh God!

(Bursts into tears)

(Crying)

(Exhales)

(Sniffling)

(Sniffling)

(Bag zipper clinks)

(Shaky exhale)

- I made it.

(Pants)

It is so beautiful!

Wooo!

(Taps key) - I'm Flora.

- And I'm Tim.

- This has been "Slaughter into Wine".

We dedicate this episode to Dyanne Tucci.

- Salud, Dyanne. We remember you.

(Glasses clink)

(Slurping)

(Rain patters)

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- (Relieved exhale)

- I get this terrible feeling that uh...

I'm never gonna see you again.

(Rain patters)

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♪♪♪

(Door opens)

(Rain patters) (Door shuts)

(Sighs)

(Dryer rumbles, thuds)

- Hey. - Hey.

(Dryer rumbles, thuds)

(Stop buzzer buzzes)

(Crickets chirp outside)

- Hey.

- My parents visited today.

- I'm sorry I missed them.

- My mom she thinks

that it was an accident,

what happened with Mal.

- I mean,

she's gotta know that that's not the truth.

(Footstep thud above)

Hey.

Hey.

(Emotional exhale)

(Big exhale) - I want you to talk to me.

- (Sighs)

- Talk to me.

- Everyone is upstairs.

I'll be there in a minute, okay?

(Muted conversation from upstairs)

Please.

(Muted conversation from upstairs)

(Exhales)

(Receding footsteps thud)

(Footsteps thud on stairs)

(Sighs)

(Door shuts)

(TV playing)

(Matteo chuckles)

(Theme music from "Fernandes" plays)

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- Catch you on the flipside.

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♪♪♪

♪♪♪

(Sinister music)

- Hey-- - You're home.

- Yeah.

- Gordon.

- Yeah. - Missing puzzle piece.

- What? Oh, you're kidding! All: (Laugh)

- Look at this! - I told you it'd show up.

- Unbelievable.

(Overlapping chatter) - I'll take that 20 bucks.

- That would have been a safe bet.

Things are looking up for you, my friend.

Things are looking up.

(Overlapping chatter fades)