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♪ Wouldn't it be nice
if we were older ♪

♪ Then we wouldn't have
to wait so long... ♪

You didn't.

I did.

And they're blueberry,
your favorite.

♪ Where we belong ♪

♪ You know it's gonna make
it that much better ♪

♪ When we say good night
and stay ♪

♪ Together... ♪

These are cherry.

I thought you said
they were blueberry.

♪ In the morning... ♪

They are.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

It's just, uh...

this is when the scary
thing usually happens.

♪ Then there wouldn't be
a single thing ♪

♪ We couldn't do ♪

♪ We could be married... ♪

Nightmares back?

♪ And then we'd be happy,
and then we'd be happy... ♪

No.

Just a dream.

Good.
I was worried about you.

Well...

I have sleep issues.

He says to the girl
who's been shackling him

to the bed every night
for two weeks.

Not that I'm complaining.

I think it's kind of hot.

What were you working on?

What were you dreaming about?

You.

Always you.

♪ But wouldn't it be nice? ♪

*PRODIGAL SON*
Season 01 Episode 17

Episode Title: "Stranger Beside You"
Aired on: March 23, 2020

She's hiding something from me.

Two weeks in, and you're already
sabotaging the relationship?

Sounds about right.

I'm serious, Ains.

In my dream last night,
Eve gave me muffins.

She said they were blueberry,
but they were actually cherry.

Why would she lie about that?

She lied to you...

in your dream

about imaginary muffins.

My subconscious was telling me
something's wrong.

Or, maybe you just don't
know how to be happy,

and-and right now, Eve seems
too good to be true.

Has she done anything
in the real world

- to make you doubt her?
- Yes.

She has a briefcase
that's locked.

Ooh!

Okay, well, that's
not so strange, but...

..she came back,
after I nearly killed her.

- Why would she do that?
- Because

she cares about you.

And for some reason,
that's harder for you to believe

than your girlfriend having
some secret agenda.

99% of people

aren't serial killers, Malcolm.

But we're part
of the one percent.

Fine, you work for the NYPD.

If you're so concerned,
check her out.

I'll do the same.

We can finally see who
the better investigator is.

Bye.

"The better investigator"?

It's me!

Ready for something intense?

- Always.
- Welcome to the

wonderful world
of mommy blogging.

The owners of this home
were throwing a sip and see.

- "Sip and see" what?
- The baby.

It's a way
for influencer moms to debut

their brand-new babies
and post-baby bods.

Probably not in that order.

Victim is Ezra Cassavel.

Uh, heir to a textile fortune

and husband of the host,
Alessa Cassavel.

Perfect life,

camera-ready family,

but sometimes perfect
can be an illusion.

Where's Gil, Edrisa?

Oh, in here with the stiff!

Really?

Sorry, is "stiff" inappropriate?

Death by a bottle of bubbly's
got to be a new one.

Actually, official

cause of death is
a severed carotid artery.

Probably six to eight hours ago.

And from the spatter pattern
and pooling,

he lost a liter of blood

in seconds, then fell
backwards into the ball pit

and, you know, died.

Ooh!

Careful.

That bottle is firmly lodged in
his neck and aerobic metabolism

has taken over,
pressure is building

and his body cavity
is squeezing.

The cork is gonna pop?

Oh, yeah.

Edrisa... your hand?

Oh, sorry.

What are you seeing, Bright?

Well, the murder weapon
was provided

by the hosts...

which means our suspect wasn't
planning on killing Ezra

when he woke up this morning.

Our suspect went from zero
to killer in an instant.

Someone with a history
of aggression.

Anger issues.

Or he took one look at the
price tag on all this baby swag.

Let's go with the anger.

After thrusting the champagne
bottle into Ezra's neck,

our killer simply
left him to die.

They showed both

explosivity and indifference.

He may have what is clinically

known as a "depraved heart."

Run backgrounds
on friends and family

with any reports of assault.

Who found Ezra's body?

The nanny, she's upstairs
with Alessa and the baby.

Alessa and I got back
from last-minute errands.

She took Nina upstairs to nap.

And... I... I went
to finish setting up.

That's when I saw
the blood and glass.

It was Ezra.

Can you tell us
what you remember?

Christine started screaming.

And I... I ran downstairs.

And, um...

and then I called you.

Are you hurt?

Oh, no, it's fine.

I, um... it's from
a few nights ago.

I've-I've been in such a daze
since I brought Nina home.

Baby brain.

That psychological haze

is an adaptive reaction to help

mothers connect
with their newborns.

It's a cloud of love.

Nothing to be
embarrassed about.

Sorry. I'll be right back.

Hello?

My boy! Oh, I've missed you.

I was getting worried
you were avoiding me.

Why would I ever avoid you?

You must have
mixed feelings after

stabbing your old man.

I'm making a speedy recovery,
by the way.

More nimble than ever.

And I accept your apology.

I'm not apologizing.

Oh, potato, potato.

So, what have you been
up to?

What's been keeping
your attention?

I thought we agreed
on two visits every ten days.

Uh...

Just been busy.

Dinners, plays.

Those sound like dates.

No reason to be shy.

Is this that lovely

lady partner of yours?

- Dani?
- No.

- Look, I really can't...
- Oh, come on!

I can hear it in your voice.

Love is in the air!

Was that... a baby?

My, you work fast.

I'm on a case.

A man's been murdered

at his baby's sip and see.

Sip and what?

Careful.

- Tell me more!
- That cork is gonna...

Bright!

Was that champagne?

I think I mistimed that.

I got to go.

18 different vendors
were in and out

of the Cassavel residence
this morning.

I want lists of everybody

who had access
to that bottle of Dom.

I hate to say it,
but Alessa looks good for this.

No way.

Alessa's too obsessed
with her image, her brand.

Killing her husband
would destroy all that.

Unless she thought
her image was in jeopardy.

Killing Ezra
might help preserve it.

Exactly, all I'm saying is there
are two sides to motherhood.

The warm, fuzzy one,
and the one where you

maim your spouse for eating
all the pizza rolls.

Um, I think that the au pair
is worth digging into.

She is the one
who found the body.

What are you thinking,
Bright?

Neither Christine
nor Alessa

appear to be murderers.

But that's the problem
with a "depraved heart."

Our killer might not
present as dangerous.

That's kind of a nonanswer.

Our crime wasn't premeditated.

So what matters most
is motive.

We need to find out what caused
our killer to snap.

JT, look into Ezra...
Just because he's the vic

doesn't mean he was innocent.

Dani, run background
on the au pair.

Bright and I will talk to
the mothers in Alessa's group.

Great,
moms love me.

Hey, uh...

if you're running
a background on Christine,

could you do me a favor?

Uh, sure, what's up?

Could you also look up
Eve Blanchard?

You want me to run
a background check

on your girlfriend?

It's a long story.

Starts with
a serial killer father,

ends with a whole lot
of trust issues.

Bright, that's wrong
on so many levels.

Guess you didn't get
the trust issues joke,

which wasn't really a joke.

I did.

If you're having
doubts about Eve,

I'm not gonna be the one
who confirms them.

You can, uh, screw things up
all on your own.

Good talk, thanks.

Alessa's my best friend.

I can't believe this happened.

Or that she's trending.

Oh, my God.

This is... Wow.

Deirdre, did Alessa
ever confide in you

about any issues
she was having with Ezra?

"Issues"?
No.

They were
the perfect couple.

And professionally,
they were killing it.

Oh.

You're talking
about their brand?

Yeah.
They made it look so easy.

- But they had help.
- Christine?

You know they met her in Monaco
on their babymoon?

Ezra was a bit of a flirt.

I know if I had just given
birth, I wouldn't want

a waif like Christine
in my home, know what I mean?

Deirdre,

would you mind if we asked
your nanny a few questions?

Not about me, right?

No.

About Christine.

Oh.
Of course.

I just keep my head down
and collect my checks.

All these women are crazy.

Like, "too crazy for Bravo"
crazy.

Do you have any reason
to believe that Christine

and Ezra were sleeping
together?

Christine only opened up
to me once.

Said she had bad luck with men,
but "Ezra was different."

He was "one of the good ones."

If that's not code

for "we're smackin' uglies..."

I don't know what is.

So, you have something
to show me?

Yeah.

Mom?

Uh, in here, darling!

I'm with Eve!

Eve Blanchard, Ainsley...

the well-adjusted Whitly.

What's that?

Eve is helping me search
for the girl that Malcolm found.

The girl in the box.

You really think

- this might be her?
- Maybe.

Um, her name is
Sophie Sanders.

She ran away from a group home
in South Carolina in '94.

Her mother's initials
are A.M.S.

Ah. Amelia Sanders.

Deceased, 1993.

Where does it say
that her middle initial's "M"?

Uh, it's in the file somewhere.

You're from South Carolina,
too, right?

No, North.

Oh. But weren't you
in South Carolina

before the Blanchards
adopted you in 1995?

How do you know that?

Can't help it.

I'm a journalist.

You're perfect on paper,
by the way.

- You looked me up?
- Course.

Eve,

ignore her.

My children
can be socially bizarre.

But it's best to find it
endearing and not deranged.

I shouldn't have come.
Excuse me.

Eve, where are you going?

Please-please stay.

Ainsley.

Not every interaction has to be
a Pulitzer Prize-winning feat

of investigative journalism.

We need to talk about Eve.

Everything all right?

I can't stop thinking
about the life

Ezra and Alessa presented
to the world.

They were...
they were happy.

Thriving.

Was it all a lie?

Can you ever really
know anyone?

Sure, you can.

- What's going on...
- Got something.

Ezra withdrew $30,000 from
his private account a week ago.

Married man pulling large sums
from under his wife's nose?

That's good.
But mine is better.

Christine Chartrand,
the au pair?

She doesn't exist.

It's a fake name.

Alessa's as type A as they come.

There's no way
she'd let someone into her home

and around that baby
without thoroughly vetting them.

I need to talk to her now.

To understand
the real picture...

No filters.

Right now? It's after 10:00.

Her baby feeds
every two hours at night,

and her husband
was murdered.

She'll be up.

Powell, go with him,
please.

Thank you
for seeing us this late.

Yeah, it's fine.
I just got Nina down.

- And Christine?
- Uh, she's...

sleeping upstairs in her room.

I don't know. Why?

That cut on your arm.

You said you got it
a few nights ago,

but it's bleeding,
like it's fresh.

I'm a slow healer.

Um, I'm sorry.

What is going on?

We have reason
to believe that Christine

isn't who she says she is.

It's an alias.

That's impossible.

Ezra said her background check
was spotless.

We also believe that Ezra

may have been having an affair
with her.

What?

Uh, no.
I would have known.

Is that true?

You're exhausted,

sleeping odd hours,

vigilant when it comes
to your baby...

But not with my husband.

You're worse than our trolls.

Alessa,

is it possible that,

behind this perfect exterior,

something could have happened
between them?

I can only imagine

the pressure having a baby puts
on a relationship.

No, no. It was the opposite.

We were almost separated
before the pregnancy.

Nina saved us.

Is that Christine?

Can she hear us?

Uh, maybe.

Her room's right above us.

Where is she going?

The nursery.

Nina doesn't need anything.

- She's taking her.
- Oh, my God.

She's stealing my baby!

Stay here. Don't move.

Baby's still here.

Where's Christine?

She's gone.

We've had teams out all night.
No sign of Christine.

Dani's still at Alessa's,
keeping an eye on her and Nina.

Do you think Christine
really tried to steal the baby?

Let's say
Christine did kill Ezra.

Why didn't she just steal Nina
and run?

What is she after?

And who is she, really?

I know who can help.

About an hour ago, I got a call
from a guy outside of Montreal

claiming to be
Christine's husband.

And the story checks out.

Lucas Gerard.

Got him on video chat.

- Say hello.
- Hello. Uh, can you hear me?

We don't always get
the best connection

up here in Stanstead.

But, uh, I-I called as soon
as I saw her photo online.

- Christine Chartrand is your wife?
- Yes.

Her real name is
Christine Gerard.

This is from our honeymoon.

I, uh, reported her missing
last year.

I worried about her every day.

All the messed up things
she could've been tangled up in.

But I-I never imagined
it would be homicide.

What can you tell us about her?

Christine's a good girl.

She, uh, had a rough past.

Got in trouble
for some robberies

when she dropped out of school.

Fights, drugs, all that stuff.

That means she has a record.

Run it down.

So, why'd she run away?

I don't know.

She was always a bit
of a wild one.

Yeah. But we had a good life.

And then...

She vanished.

But I love her,
and I want her to be okay.

Thanks for your help.
We'll be in touch.

Lucas Gerard's
description of Christine

paints a picture of delinquency,

compulsive behavior
and aggression.

Add attempted baby-napper
and extortion to that list,

and it's quite the résumé
for a nanny.

Women who commit child abduction
fall into four categories,

one of which
is cluster B personalities.

Unpredictable,
manipulative.

They often ingratiate themselves
with the family

- prior to abduction.
- Christine fits the profile.

You said the killer
had anger issues.

If Ezra found out
about Christine's rap sheet

or... stopped her in her
first attempt at taking Nina,

there's your motive.
The trigger.

We stopped her once.

But if she's willing
to kill Ezra,

it's only a matter of time

before she tries
to take Nina again.

Help Dani keep an eye
on Alessa's place.

Don't let that baby out
of your sight.

I'll set up a 24-hour watch
on the house.

Yo.

You okay?

Dani told me
you asked her to run

a background check
on your girl.

Wow.
News travels fast around here.

And, yes,

I've been told that I'm very bad
at relationships.

I ran a background check
on every girl I dated

when I was single.

Even Tally?

Hell yeah.

And she didn't talk to me
for weeks after she found out.

I almost lost
the best thing in my life

because I was too afraid
to be honest with her.

Honest like, "I'm sorry, Eve.

"I'm a profoundly suspicious
person,

"afraid that everything good
in my life

is hiding some terrible lie"?

Yeah, maybe not that honest.

Just let her know
how you feel.

You don't want a relationship
built on secrets.

Martin,
your dinner date is here.

Ah.

I'm sorry about the spread.

If you think I'ma criminal,

you should try
our cook's vegan lasagne.

I'm not hungry.

But you'll eat

with your, uh,

new girlfriend?

I don't want to talk about her.

So,

there is a her.

And you look upset.

Trouble in paradise?

How can I help?

You're the best liar I know.

You fooled Mom,

me,

everybody.

And you made the lies
feel so real.

How did you do that?

Well,

I wasn't lying.

Of course you were.

You pretended
to be the perfect father.

I was the perfect father.

I mean, living a double life,
for sure.

But... that doesn't mean
I loved my family any less

than the next man.

You think this woman
you're seeing is lying to you?

I think she has secrets.

All women do, my boy.

It's one
of their best qualities.

But if she's hiding
something important from me,

if she's lying...

Then she's human, Malcolm.

Real love
is about accepting the parts

of another person that are...

unknown.

Opening yourself up to
the possibility of being duped.

Or hurt.

It's terrible business.

But if I'd never done it,
then...

..you wouldn't be here
right now.

No.

I'm not.

We are not having a moment.

We're having
a little bit of a moment.

Fine.

Tell me about your case.

What do you got?

A dead husband,

a frayed mommy blogger,

a baby-napping au pair

and no idea who the killer is.

Mm. Salacious.

Have we ruled out the baby?

We're focusing on the au pair.

But the mom has secrets, too.

She lied about a cut on her arm.

She said it was from a week ago,

but it opened up
and started bleeding.

Anything else with her?

She was drinking a soda,

though she preaches clean eating
across her social media.

She take pills?

A few.

- What are you thinking?
- Well, the wife

may have type 1 diabetes.

Nerve damage
can cause slow healing.

The tablets she took with
the soda could be glucose pills.

Why would she lie about that?

Unless a diabetic pregnancy
would be considered high-risk.

Of course.

Did your mommy blogger post
about complications

or bed rest
before the baby was born?

No.

She was in Monaco, sailing.

Sailing?

What obstetrician would let
a high-risk pregnant woman...

What if she wasn't pregnant?

Are you
still sitting on Alessa?

Yeah. Unis are changing shifts,
but we got it covered. Why?

She lied
about being Nina's mother.

She's leaving
the house right now.

Just when she thought
no one would be watching.

Follow her.

What is she doing?

No!

Alessa.

- Alessa!
- Hands!

Turn around
and put your hands up!

Put them up!

Thank God.

Please, it's not what you think.

It's exactly what we think.

You used these
to fake your pregnancy.

Nina isn't your baby.

No, I am her mother, I swear.

Then how do you explain this?

All you ever wanted was a child.

But in a cruel twist of fate,

your body
wouldn't let you carry one.

Not without risk, at least.

I did everything right.

But I still had
three miscarriages.

That's what put the strain
on your relationship.

You tossed the evidence,

which shows
you're not delusional.

But you know
you're not Nina's mother.

So who is?

I am.

It was my egg.

We just used a surrogate.

We're gonna need proof.

- Records.
- I don't have any.

It was all done under the table.

Ezra handled it.

You're scared.

Because you think

the same person
that carried your baby

also killed your husband.

Your surrogate was Christine.

Alessa and Ezra
used a black market surrogacy

to protect their brand.

Keeping it off the books
made it easier to fake,

but it also meant that Christine
wasn't properly vetted.

They didn't know
about her criminal history

or her mental instability.

Now the crazy au pair
wants that baby.

We have her on every watch list
from here to the border.

If she comes out of hiding,
we'll know about it.

Canadian area code.

Must be Lucas, the husband,
wanting an update.

Tarmel.

What's up, kid?

You got that look again.

Is it this case?

Yes and no.

Christine makes sense
as a child abductor.

It fits the profile.

But something about it
feels off.

Or maybe I'm just off.

Go home.

Take care of yourself.

I'll call if we get anything.

What's going on?

It's about Eve.

And my historically
questionable taste in cohorts.

- What did you find?
- She is a human rights attorney,

and her name is
Eve Blanchard,

but we think
she infiltrated the family

to get information
on The Surgeon and his victims.

So my subconscious
was right.

That and, you know, like, I'm a
great investigative journalist.

But that's, like, neither here
nor there. It's fine.

I should never have let her
into my home.

Into your life.

Oh, no.
It wasn't your fault.

I had
nagging doubts for a week.

I just
pushed them aside.

You said Eve was trying

to find out more
about The Surgeon.

Why?

Because she grew up
in the same orphanage

as a runaway
she was presenting to Mom.

I think Eve is connected
to the girl in the box.

You're right.

She's my sister.

How could you?

I came here to explain,

but I can see now
it doesn't matter.

You've already made up your mind
about me.

Eve, wait!

Malcolm.

Malcolm, I'm sorry.

Stop. Please.

No one else has to apologize.

I knew deep down

something was wrong with Eve.

With-with us.

With me.

Is it Eve?

No.
It's Dani.

She found Christine.

Our suspect.

I have to go.

Malcolm.
You can't just leave.

- You have to deal with this.
- No, I don't.

I can't solve this.

This I can solve.

Thank God you're here.

She wouldn't tell us anything,
not even her name. Come in.

Um, hey, I'm not trying
to pry or anything,

but you seem on edge.

Normally, I would let that go,
but we're on a case.

I need you focused.

Eve washiding something
from me.

Her sister
was the girl in the box.

What? Do you...

Do you want to talk about it?

Not even a little.

What happened?

Lucas.

- Your husband did this?
- Ex-husband.

I left Lucas.

I ran from him,

but, um, he found me.

Ezra tried to pay him off,

but Lucas said no and, um...

and killed him.

I thought if I agreed

to go with him, he would stop.

He wouldn't hurt anyone else.

What are you saying?

Get out!

Lucas has been in New York
this whole time.

I should have known.

Before, he wasn't talking
about a woman he cared about.

He was talking
about a possession.

He also knows about Nina.

Please. Please,
you have to save her.

What does he know, exactly?

That, um...

That she's our baby.

Mine and Lucas's.

You weren't trying
to steal Nina.

You were trying to say goodbye.

I-I didn't mean to tell him,

but he was hurting me, and I...

It's all my fault.

I'm the reason Ezra's dead,
and now he's after her.

We need to get to Alessa
right now.

If Lucas is going after Nina,
she's in danger.

Alessa geotags
all of her photos.

She just posted.

Send the location to Gil.

I'm gonna stay with Christine.

Go.

Let's go shopping, my love.

Thank you.

All in mommy's head.
Nothing to worry about.

Oh, you scared
the crap out of me.

What is going on?

I know Christine is Nina's
biological mother.

- How? Did you find her?
- Yes. But so did

her abusive husband,
Nina's birth father.

What? No...

Now he's here to take your baby.

Ezra tried to pay him off
last week,

thinking he'd leave all of you
alone, but it didn't work.

Oh, why didn't he tell me?

Because Ezra loved you.

And he died trying to
protect you. He was a good man.

But now...

a very bad one is coming
for you and Nina.

Do you trust me?

Yeah.

If I had my Le Mans,
we'd be there by now.

No, it's blocked.

- Bright?!
- Give me my daughter!

- No.
- Don't make me say it again.

She belongs... to me.

Lucas, wait.

The police are on their way.
If you take her,

you're putting her in danger.

No one else needs to get hurt,

- especially your daughter.
- That doesn't matter.

She'll be with me...
where she belongs.

Think about it, Lucas.

Christine never wanted you
to have Nina.

Ask yourself: why?

- Give her to me!
- No.

She knew Alessa and Ezra

would truly love her.

They'd give Nina a chance

to break the cycle.

What cycle?

I gave Christine everything.

I loved her.

No, Lucas.

Someone in your past...
beat you down,

made you feel powerless.

And then... they made you
believe that was love.

It isn't.

It's abuse.

No! No!

No!

Where is she?!

Where's my daughter?!

That's...

Alessa!

Stop.

You're safe.

Nina...

is safe.

Oh, I don't know
what came over me.

Maternal instinct.

You'll do anything
to protect your daughter.

- ♪ In the cascades of history... ♪
- Yeah.

Bright?

- We need a bus.
- ♪ A sky released ♪

♪ I set our bodies
in my lung's shore... ♪

He's got a pulse.

♪ I was loved and now... ♪

Are they all right?

She's fine.

They're both fine.

♪ In time ♪

♪ Fall depths with me
miles apart... ♪

What's going to happen to Nina?

From Christine.

She completed
all the adoption paperwork.

Well...

She always wanted you
to have Nina.

Now it's official.

No more lies.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Okay.

I know I said
motherhood makes people crazy,

but what Alessa did back there...
That was badass.

Well, parents will do almost
anything to protect their young.

Congrats, by the way.

On what?

On eating all the pizza rolls

and knowing way too much
about sip and sees.

Yeah.

Classic couvade syndrome,

also known as
sympathetic pregnancy.

Tally's pregnant.

The thing's
the size of a peanut,

and you're already profiling it.

Don't tell anybody, okay?

It's early,
and I don't want to jinx it.

I promise.

I'm happy for you.

You don't do happy.

And I don't know the first thing
about being a father.

What if I screw the kid up?

What if it ends up like you?

First of all,
don't become a serial killer.

But more importantly,
listen to your own advice.

Be honest.

That's always the best way.

What does it say?

I'm sorry.
I didn't think you'd be home.

Solved my case last night.

That's good.

It's an explanation.

Does it explain why
you lied to me?

I didn't want to hurt you...
or your mother.

I just wanted
to get close to her to see

if she knew anything
about my sister.

And when I spent time with her,
I realized

she knew as little as I did.

And then there was you.

I didn't know
this would happen,

how I would feel.

I'm sorry.

It's okay.

You wanted answers.

I know what that's like.

Your sister's the other half
of the heart,

the woman you lost.

Her name is Sophie.

She was 16 when she ran away.

I was young
when our mother died,

so I had a better chance
of getting adopted.

She was a teenager.

She sent me postcards
from New York,

and then they stopped.

I spent years

searching for her, and...

then I read about The Surgeon.

And he was arrested a few weeks
after her last postcard.

I thought
if he had 23 victims...

Maybe there were more.

You really think it's her?

You have a picture
of her in there.

Show me.

I can't.

If Sophie's the girl in the box,

- I can confirm it.
- That's what

I'm afraid of...
That my worst fear

is true,
and that she's really gone.

That's why I waited so long
to show Jessica.

Don't you want the answer?

Not if it destroys you.

I've seen
what your repressed memories,

what your nightmares can do.

Eve, we can't hide from this.

We have to face it head-on.

We can't.

I have real feelings
for you, Malcolm,

and no relationship
can withstand this...

search for the truth.

We should just stop looking.

It's the only way
for us to move on.

Life doesn't work like that.

We can't keep secrets

in locked bags,

or girls in basements

and not expect them
to come back to haunt us.

We're living proof of that.

♪ But I break that way... ♪

I need to remember.

And you deserve the truth.

It's the only way.

♪ Did you run away?
Did you run away? ♪

♪ I don't need to know ♪

♪ If you ran away,
if you ran away ♪

♪ Come back home ♪

♪ Just come home. ♪

I'm sorry.

Your sister's dead.

Sync corrections by srjanapala

Greg, move your head.