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♪♪

Where you goin'?

[ragged breaths]

[Danny] DOA's name is Caleb Easton.

Jay Easton's son.

[Danny] Yeah, his dad's a billionaire.

Why am I being told a Brooklyn homicide detective

wants your advice on an overdose death?

I don't care what you did at the NYPD.

You're the ex-cop.

I heard you requested my squad.

I just need information about Adrian Murado.

You suspected him of trafficking girls.

The details of his death are similar to the recent homicide of Caleb Easton.

Both victims have a girlfriend who no one had met

and both times the girlfriend disappeared.

[Danny] Can't be the same woman.

Why would she kill an ex-con and then a year later,

do the same thing to Jay Easton's son?

How are those two guys connected?

I'm Jinny. Is there any way you could help me get an ID?

[Becky] Who's Oliver Charles?

Fancy rich lawyer guy trying to bag.

[Alice] You saw a woman

walk into your neighbor's house in the middle of the night?

[Leo] Well, I didn't really see her face.

She did have a tattoo, though. A little red flower.

[Nora] I looked you up.

You were in this hospital a year ago.

Your cop boyfriend knock you around a little?

Victims of violence are the most violent.

Don't you think so?

♪♪

[♪ dramatic music playing]

[breathing heavily]

[continues breathing heavily]

♪♪

[Oliver] Really made a mess last night.

Fuck. It was so fun.

Wish we could just stay here all day and do this.

-We can't? -I'm slammed this week.

But, you know, maybe we can hang out again sometime soon.

Let me walk you down. I'll get you an Uber.

Do I take this with me?

Uh, yeah, that's your copy, and I have a copy.

But, uh, listen.

I, uh, I really enjoyed this.

A lot.

[paper rustling]

It says I can't say anything about you.

I can't do anything to hurt you or you'll destroy me.

It's like you own me.

No, it's just, you know, it says that you can't share any information,

and there's a liability clause, but...

I want you to own me.

[both chuckle]

I wanna belong to you.

Look.

I'm just a lawyer, okay?

And I know we did a lot of drugs last night.

But I'm not really into the crazy stuff.

What if I just, like...

stayed here all day...

and waited for you to come home?

I-- I'm not-- I can't.

You have cameras. You can watch.

Make sure I don't do anything wrong.

I'm not-- I'm not gonna give you a key to my apartment.

I don't want a key.

[whispering] I want to be locked up.

[gasping]

[moaning lightly]

-Jesus. -[gasps]

Look, I-- I gotta go, okay?

But... [chuckles]

-[moaning] -[chuckles]

Hey, you know, I want you naked.

-[moaning softly] -And cleaning.

Clean my whole fucking apartment.

[moaning loudly]

[door closes]

[sighs]

♪♪

[Alice] [on phone] When Caleb Easton was murdered,

he was seeing a woman with a poppy tattoo on her stomach.

Now, look at the girl in the bodega video with Adrian Murado.

She has the same tattoo. It's the same girl.

-It's something. -I know.

-[softly] But it's not enough. -Yeah.

It's a tattoo. People have the same tattoos.

That's not enough to prove it's the same woman, and you know that.

Are you whispering? What's happening?

Yeah.

Same reason you're talking to me from your car.

My lieutenant doesn't want me doing this.

Jay Easton has hospitals with his name on them.

He throws all kinds of money at all the police pension funds.

We can't link his son to fucking Adrian Murado,

a suspected sex trafficker, based on one tattoo?

No one's gonna take us seriously unless we can find

more of a connection between these two guys.

I did a deep dive on Easton, I got nothing.

Caleb Easton's clean.

Oh, wait.

He reported a stolen vehicle once.

Did you send that to me? Send that to me.

In other news, Amy invited me to a thing this weekend. Are you going?

What?

Are you going to your sister's engagement party?

So, we'll find a connection between Caleb Easton and Adrian Murado.

Can I talk to Caleb's family?

Are you going to your sister's engagement party?

Can I talk to Caleb's family?

I'm not doing this right now.

I'll talk to you fucking later.

Yeah, you played this well.

Uh, what?

Nora Washington, the head of C20, requested to read an assessment

of the Caleb Easton homicide.

So, I've been overruled.

You went behind my back, and it worked.

-I didn't go-- -Write it up.

Get it done.

[associate] Oliver's one of our partners.

[Oliver] Hey, hi.

[client] Hello. It's lovely to meet you.

[associate] He does a lot of pro bono work

supporting girls' education all over the world.

[Oliver] You know, it's so important to me,

especially as the father of a daughter,

-to raise up the next generation. -[client] Yes.

[Oliver] Girls' education is just...

-[mop clattering] -[Oliver] ...one of the best ways we have

to protect our future.

It strengthens the economy.

-[phone buzzes] -It builds strong communities.

Give me one second.

I need these to read my email now. I'm getting old.

[light laughter]

Uh...

Okay. [chuckles softly]

-Jinny? -[keys dropping]

Where are you?

Hey, Jinny.

[whispering] Fuck.

I've been waiting for you.

Lie down.

And don't move. I want to look at you.

[pants unzip]

Stop looking at me like that.

W-Where are you going?

Hey, Jinny.

I'm coming in there to get you.

No!

[scoffs]

-Come on. -[door rattling]

Jinny.

[door rattling]

[Alice] It was different when I was a cop.

We didn't have this much paperwork.

We didn't have time. We were just trying to clear cases.

I, I didn't have a lot of mentors.

But here, I can't even call it a case until I prove it's a case.

This isn't a case yet.

I know. It's an assessment of a case--

You need more background. Details.

The only connection between the two homicides

is a girl in a video from 2012.

And you haven't even interviewed the officer

who made the report at the bodega?

-I read the report. -Why haven't you spoken to him?

His name is Tim Baker.

Yeah, and the detective I'm working with knows him.

You're an FBI agent, come on.

Tim.

I only got a few minutes. I gotta be in court.

Hi. Alice Black. I'm a special agent,

but I actually used to work with Danny Kelly in homicide.

Skinny little Danny? [chuckles]

-Yeah. -I still can't believe he made detective.

-Oh. Me neither. -Listen, uh, I'd love to help,

but this report was, what, 14 years ago?

I, I, I got called in by the owner of the bodega.

It was a disturbance. It was a male and a female.

[Nora] A teenager.

And the man said he was her dad.

He told me he'd been looking for her.

She was high and she needed a place to sleep it off.

And the girl told me she wanted to stay with her dad.

We talked about this at the time, Nora.

I mean, I didn't know you were looking into this guy.

I didn't have any reason to think that he was bullshitting me.

What was across the street from the bodega, Tim?

-Nora. -The bodega was across from a tug joint

called the Candlelight Lounge,

where the cops like to go to blow off steam.

-Right? -You think none of your fed buddies

ever went there to get jerked off?

Candlelight Lounge, isn't that a stupid name?

You don't think they could have been a little more creative?

-You know, I'm here as a favor. -Candlelight Club.

-You got the alliteration. -You're treating me

like a fucking skel. I'm done.

-Happy House. -Tim, did you ever verify

that he was her dad?

Everything I know is in the report. And it was 14 years ago.

You told me you didn't remember investigating Adrian Murado.

I wasn't investigating him.

I was trying to shut down the fucking massage parlors.

But "laws are spiderwebs through which the big flies pass

and the little ones get caught."

W-What does that mean?

I think Balzac was saying cops need handjobs too.

-Law enforcement is a stressful job. -Why don't you trust me?

Because I don't know if you're still a cop.

-Of course I'm not. -You all grew up in the cop neighborhoods

and you went to the same cop schools, and you watch out for each other.

But you left. That's what I can't figure out.

Who are you?

[phone buzzes]

[♪ soft, tense music playing]

-[phone buzzes] -Is that him?

[Catherine] Yeah.

This is what happens every time I leave the house.

I know it's hard, but you just--

you have to make a clean break from him.

It's better for you in the end.

Where do I go? You gave up my bed.

I know, we had to.

But if you wanna come back--

He's gonna kill me, okay? Help me.

You have to help me.

[coworker] Hey, Becky.

Um...

This is hard to say, but I, um...

The physical part of our friendship, it-- it needs to stop.

It was totally...

lovely.

I think you're a lovely girl.

Um, but it, like, yeah, I could--

I could, like, seriously lose my job. Not only here, but like...

[inhales sharply]

And it's my-- and, you know, I overstepped.

And we both, you know, contributed to it,

but I-- I do want to take responsibility,

and therefore request that we...

reestablish, um, just healthy boundaries around here.

Okay?

I'm gonna need you to go get the drugs that you confiscated from me

and give them back right now.

[scoffs]

So, no.

I-- I cannot do that.

I...

No. [chuckles]

Uh... but...

we can get you help here.

[whispering] We can do this together.

Hm.

You know, when we had sex...

I took a picture of you.

[whispering] Why would you do that?

I'm gonna need some latex gloves, some paper towels,

some surface cleaner with bleach,

and sani-wipes.

Sani-wipes?

You can get them from the supply closet.

It'll be pretty easy.

Hey.

[softly] We can do this together.

[door opens]

[Oliver] Where have you been?

I had to meet a friend.

And then I wanted to get some food to cook for you.

There's something I want to talk to you about.

Is Jinny Allen your real name?

I had somebody at the firm look you up.

Why?

'Cause I feel like I've met you before.

Is Jinny your real name?

-[glass clinking] -No.

So, what is your real name?

I'm serious.

-[gasps] -[grunting]

The fuck is this?

Goddammit, what are you doing?

[both grunting]

[Oliver moaning]

Ah, shit!

I'm bleeding!

[sighs]

We, uh...

We actually have met before, at a party.

You paid to have sex with me. I was 15.

Um... oh.

Here's a band-aid.

It's a little bit open.

You think it's clean?

Oh, my God.

[Oliver whimpers]

[shushing]

Please...

[whispering] It's okay.

-Oh... -It'll feel good.

[continues whimpering]

[whispering] I'm not actually from Ohio.

[Oliver whimpers]

[door creaks, lock clicks]

[wincing]

Fuck it.

-[♪ loud rock music playing] -[people chattering]

Sorry.

-Al. -Hey.

-I came. -Marshall's here.

Hey. You coming back upstairs, Danny?

Hey.

Um...

Al. Hey, I didn't know he was gonna be here.

No?

Fuck.

[sighs]

[♪ dramatic music playing]

[computer mouse clicking]

[computer mouse clicking]

[computer mouse clicking]

[sighs]

[sputtering]

[computer mouse clicking]

[scrolling wheel clicking]

[♪ dramatic music continues playing]

[phone buzzing]

[Alice] There was a raid at the Candlelight Lounge

by the NYPD in 2012.

Three names are listed as confidential informants with plea deals.

One of them could be Caleb Easton.

It could be a connection to Adrian Murado.

Can you tell me who they were?

-It was your case. -It never became a case.

As soon as I started poking around, the police shut the place down.

If you want those names, you talk to a judge.

I need someone more senior to vouch for me.

And you're asking me?

You don't trust me. Okay.

What else do you wanna know?

I dated a detective. He put me in the hospital.

And when I told my lieutenant,

everyone I worked with and grew up with...

stopped talking to me.

So...

I'm not a cop anymore.

I saw the pictures of the raid.

[sighs]

The girls' beds.

They weren't allowed to bathe.

They weren't eating every day.

And not one of the men buying sex from them,

not one of 'em served time.

No.

The buyers were sent to classes to learn about human trafficking.

Like they didn't already fucking know.

But you got that place closed.

And if Caleb Easton is one of those CIs...

then we have a case.

Let me make some calls.

Take some donuts and get out of here.

[bag rustling]

[♪ tense music playing]

[phone ringing]

[sighs]

[phone continues ringing]

Becky, you can't call me here.

I'm really sorry. I'm-- I'm, like, freaking out.

I should not have given you back the drugs, and--

[Catherine] He's gonna kill me if he sees me on the phone.

I just need you to get a couple more things for me.

No. I can't get you a wig.

I don't know where people get wigs.

I-- I went to, like, a hair salon,

and they kind of, like, laughed at me.

But I thought, 'cause--

I'm making chicken. You hungry?

[Oliver groaning]

-[bowl clanging] -[drawer banging]

Ah!

[♪ suspenseful music playing]

[alarm beeping]

[alarm continues beeping]

Is my dad here?

[♪ dramatic music playing]

[shuts engine off]

I'm not going in there if you're not talking to me.

The whole way out to Connecticut,

you just looked out the fuckin' window, and it's giving me a stomachache.

I was looking at the beautiful New England scenery.

Look, I wasn't hanging out with Marshall.

-Can we go in? -I didn't know he was coming to the bar.

Look, he's a cop, I'm a cop.

I can't control when I see him, okay?

-Okay. -Okay.

I guess everything's okay then.

Hey, no, wait. Um...

You smell bad.

What?

I was trying to think of another way to say it,

but now that we're going in there,

when was the last time you took a shower?

[scoffs] What the fuck?

Here, put this on.

-No. No, I smell fine. -You smell gross.

And I'm not going in there unless you put this on.

I... [scoffs]

Here. Put it all over your neck.

[sniffing] What is this?

It's orange honey blossom.

It's organic.

Oh, damn it, Danny. [sniffing]

My hands smell like a flower took a shit on 'em.

Yeah, well.

Did Caleb suffer?

We're still trying to put together

as much information about what happened as we can.

I know we spoke right after it happened,

but we'd just love to hear more about your brother's last few months.

Oh.

I don't know much more than I told you on the phone.

He was, um...

I don't know. I-- I didn't know he was using drugs.

[sighs] I think he was depressed.

That's so hard.

My dad had some issues with depression.

It can be really tough on a family.

We-- we would just go for months without talking.

Um, but h-he had reached out

to let us know that he had met someone.

He was happy.

I could hear it in his voice.

[Alice] It's okay.

Did you ask if you could meet her?

Meet her? No.

[sniffling, clearing throat]

He said she'd just gotten out of an abusive...

relationship, I think? Bad-- a bad relationship.

Mm.

Did your brother ever mention giving her money?

Oh, God. Did he give her money?

No. N-Not that we-- not that we've seen.

Can you think of any reason she'd be targeting him?

No.

Oh.

Any idea why he left the bench in 2012?

[door opens]

[door closes]

[Jay] Excuse me.

I need to steal my daughter away

to take me to the doctor.

I'm so sorry. My dad isn't well.

I am so grateful for...

everything you are doing

to find out what happened to my son.

-Of course, Mr. Easton. -Yeah. Absolutely.

We really need to get a full picture of his life.

We can talk at another time.

We'll contact you. [clearing throat]

-He did suffer. -Al.

What?

When he died...

-he had no food or water in his body. -Al.

So it's possible she held him for days, injecting him with drugs

before his body just gave up.

So...

is there any reason why someone would have wanted to hurt him?

Do you know if your brother ever went to a massage parlor

called the Candlelight Lounge?

Do you know if he was ever arrested for solicitation of an underage girl?

We are not going to continue

this conversation at this time.

You can speak to our family lawyer.

Understood.

-Al. -Please leave.

You...

smell terrible.

[Alice] You backed down.

-You brought up teenage prostitutes. -You should have pushed.

You think that's a good way to get people to talk?

-That's not what I do. You know that. -[sighs]

I walk, I don't run.

I listen.

People talk when they think you'll listen.

And what the fuck is the Candlelight Lounge?

Huh? [chuckles] That's a shitty name.

It was a massage parlor across the street

from the bodega where Murado was with the girl.

The cops liked to go there.

-You didn't. -What are you asking?

Have I ever gotten a handjob from a teenager?

No. Not even when I was a teenager.

You know, is this...

Is this why Tim Baker told me to fuck off?

Is that your plan? You gonna go around accusing cops?

Tim Baker's a good guy, okay?

And I can't piss him off, okay? He's high up.

My family situation right now, I can't piss anyone else off.

That's your party tie?

Yeah. We're going to Amy's.

-I'm not going to that. -You're going to Amy's.

-I have work to do. -Your sister's engagement party?

-You're going! -I don't even know why she invited you.

-She invited me because she knew... -You're not friends.

-...I'd make you go. -Everyone who meets you

-thinks you're their friend. -No, I'm done talking about it.

-I don't get it. -You're going.

-She's not my sister. -She's your sister.

Our first actual conversation was when I was 20 years old.

-Well, then that makes her your sister. -Just drop me off at work.

-I'm not going. -Get in the car.

I'm not going.

[car horn honks]

-[♪ loud dance music playing] -[people chattering]

-Danny! -Amy!

[French accent] Alice! This is so good.

-You came. -Hey, "Mail."

-It's "May-el." -"May-el."

Mael. Mael.

-Mael. -Mael.

Yeah, I didn't know you were coming. I texted you.

I'm here.

I do need to talk to you about Mom.

Who?

You like the chicken?

Yeah.

So, what does he have? The flu?

Maybe.

How long have you guys been together?

It's been, like, on and off.

-Cool. -Yeah.

I don't really see him a lot, and we don't really talk about that stuff.

I just see him when I come into the city, mostly for debate tournaments.

You have the most beautiful hair.

-Seriously? -Yeah.

I hate it. [chuckles] I'd kill to cut it off.

But my dad, he says not to,

because he says that guys like long hair.

[silverware clinking]

What guys?

I don't know. He wants me to have a boyfriend.

You want to say hi to him?

I thought you said that he was sleeping.

[whispering] He's such a baby about being sick.

[♪ discordant music playing]

[phone dings]

Do you know what you're gonna debate tomorrow?

[Mira] In tournaments, you don't know before.

But last time, I got a crazy one.

Do you know who Emily Dickinson is?

No.

Wait.

She did poems.

Yeah, but no one saw them till after she died.

And she wrote in her will that she wanted them burned

'cause she didn't want anyone to see them.

But then, her sister-in-law...

-You want some wine? -I-- I can't.

It's there if you want it.

Her sister-in-law found the poems

and published them against her wishes.

Did she do the right thing?

If she had followed Emily Dickinson's wishes,

the poems would never have been published.

No one would ever have read them.

Is that right or wrong?

I don't know.

-I have no idea. -[both laughing]

Do it, do it, do it, do it!

[gasps] Yes!

Girls night!

[both laughing]

[indistinct chatter]

You gonna have a drink, or you gonna stand there like a weirdo?

You backed down with Caleb's sister.

-Alright, what the fuck? -You backed down.

I push, then you push. That's the rhythm.

-You didn't push. -No, I didn't.

Because you're scared. Why?

'Cause I don't wanna lose my job.

And you know why I'm scared of losing my job?

Because of me. I get it, the shit with Marshall.

I'm sorry.

I didn't-- I didn't ask you to back me up.

-I'm not s-- -I already knew I was leaving.

I'm not sorry for what I did for you.

Yes, you fucking are.

No, no, you told me that he was hurting you,

and that was all I had to hear. Okay?

I never asked what he did to you. I didn't need to know the details.

I just told him I believed you, and now everyone fucking hates me.

These guys I've been working with for years,

they don't fucking talk to me anymore.

Fine, fuck them. But here's the crazy shit.

You don't fucking talk to me anymore either.

So I lost everyone.

[exhales sharply]

You know, there's a lot of people who don't believe you about what happened.

They think I'll do whatever you ask, no questions,

and that's exactly what I fucking did.

No questions.

You think I lied?

No.

But you don't help yourself.

You didn't even tell IA.

You just left, and he's still around.

-[♪ loud hip-hop music playing] -[people chattering]

[Mira] I wanna be a lawyer.

-[Catherine] [chuckles] Like your dad? -Yeah.

But your dad wants you to have long, pretty hair

and a boyfriend, right?

Have you done it yet?

Like...

-sex? -Yeah.

No. Had you ever had sex when you were my age?

Yeah.

Lots.

-Oh, my God! -[gasps]

Don't do that, it's hot!

You're not gonna believe it...

but I don't have any feeling in my fingertips.

Whoa, really? Why?

I was injured when I was your age.

Oh, man, that sucks.

[whispering] Yeah.

It sucked.

-It sucked ass. [gasps] -[giggling]

-[♪ loud dance music playing] -[people chattering]

When did she stop taking showers?

I don't know.

When she stayed with me after she left Marshall,

it would flare up.

She avoids the things that remind her of him.

What are you talking about?

You didn't know?

He used to-- he used to pull her out of the shower and beat her up.

The last time...

last time, she just passed out

and he left her there with the water running.

She never told you that?

No.

[♪ loud dance music continues playing]

Stop. [laughing] Stop holding me.

I'm fine.

-You good? -Mm.

-Alright. -[sighs]

I am going to barf a little.

No, I'm good. I'm all good.

No!

I'm sorry I...

I said those things tonight.

I...

I just wanted you to talk to me.

Or someone.

-You could talk to someone-- -You never asked me what happened.

Why didn't you ask me?

I just thought you'd tell me when you were ready.

[chuckles]

No.

No.

You didn't want to know.

[Alice sighs]

[whispering] It's okay.

Look, if you're...

if you wanna take a shower...

I could just sit here.

I'm not gonna look at you or anything.

But I could just sit here until you're done...

and, uh...

you can keep the door open if you want.

[whispering] Okay.

[water begins running]

[♪ soft music playing]

[water running]

[weakly] Mira.

[whispering] She's asleep. She's awesome.

Please.

I know that night, you were high.

And you were drunk.

And you don't really remember.

But there was a girl with me.

Do you remember that?

No.

You don't remember?

Don't hurt her.

[whispering] You must be so scared.

You know what I used to do when I was scared?

Look down at your feet...

and say, "Those aren't my feet."

Those aren't my feet.

Now, look at your legs and say, "Those aren't my legs."

Those aren't my legs.

I'm not here.

I remember that you loved my hair. [sighs]

You kept saying I have beautiful hair.

And when you were done...

you brought me a glass of water.

He didn't tell me how old you were.

Yeah.

Okay.

[♪ eerie music playing]

[sighs]

Thank you for bringing me the water.

[exhales slowly]

[groaning]

[knocking softly]

Uh, how long was I asleep?

Two days.

It's morning. You slept like a normal person.

[water running]

You want food, or...

I-I don't have any, but you know, we could...

Look, um, Al.

I, uh...

[intercom ringing]

[through intercom] It's Nora.

I got the CI information.

[intercom buzzing]

-I'm Danny Kelly. I work out of homicide. -Danny Kelly?

Jesus. How fucking Irish are you?

I just shit a potato this morning.

How'd you get the names of the confidential informants?

It involves a judge I used to fuck.

The man couldn't eat pussy to save his life,

but he knew how to make gazpacho, and he knew when to shut up.

-Was Caleb Easton on the list? -No.

Shit.

And nothing weird came up from his computer?

Nah, just normal porn.

And how would you describe that?

People in love having sex.

Like I said, I did the deep dive and I got nothing.

Caleb Easton's clean.

You said his car was stolen?

Yeah.

Fuck.

Fuck, Danny, I-- I can't find anything in your notes.

Well, that depends on what you're looking for.

His stolen vehicle report. There was a car

parked in front of the bodega in the security footage,

but I could only see partial plates.

Ah, that's the one. Vehicle reports are at the bottom here.

-Why is there so much paper everywhere? -[Alice] This is-- this is unbelievable.

-He wants to hold it in his hand. -You don't have a fucking stapler.

-You know, you're making a mess here. -A stapler?

-I had it all stacked up nicely. -Okay, okay. Here, here, here.

He reported a vehicle stolen February 2012.

A black Mercedes-Benz.

[computer mouse clicking]

Look.

-What's the plate? -I got Thomas, Charlie, Oscar.

-TCO8425? -That's the same car.

[Nora] His lawyer reported it.

Oliver Charles.

♪ We found love in a hopeless place ♪

♪ We found love in a hopeless place ♪

♪ We found love in a hopeless place ♪

♪ We found love in a hopeless place ♪

[vacuum whirring]

♪ Yellow diamonds in the light ♪

♪ And we're standing side by side ♪

[vacuum stops]

[Mira] What's happening?

Dad?

I'm sorry, Mira.

He's dead.

Dad!

Dad!

[♪ ominous music playing]

Dad!

Mira?

Mira. Open the door.

I can't stop thinking about that debate topic.

Emily Dickinson.

It's... [scoffs] ...so cool.

Do you remember any of her poetry?

I...

I don't really know it, I didn't really go to school.

No, I don't remember anything.

Don't look at him. Hey, look at me.

What was your argument?

[sobbing softly]

She asked in her will

that the poems should be destroyed. [sniffling]

And, um, wills are legal documents

that have to be-- they have to be recognized.

They were hers.

And we all took it away from her.

That feels like the right answer.

There are no right answers. They just tell you what to argue.

-[Mira sobbing softly] -Oh.

Uh, that's too bad.

Are you going to kill me?

I met your dad...

when I was your age.

And he hurt me, Mira.

He's not a good man.

[sniffling] What did he do?

[whispering] Do you really wanna know?

[sniffling]

Yeah.

[sniffling]

[doorbell ringing]

Mr. Charles?

Hello?

Mr. Charles?

Is anyone here?

I got a call from your ex-wife.

Mr. Charles?

[♪ uneasy music playing]

[♪ rhythmic hip-hop music playing]