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[eerie music]

[crickets chirping]

[air whooshing]

[Len panting]

[electricity crackling]

[Len grunts]

[house rumbling]

[spirit mumbles]

[Len grunting]

[Len panting]

[metal clanging]

[spirit shouting eerily]

[ominous music]

[marker clatters]

Fuck.

[Etta coughs]

It's just one encrypted file and it's not very big either,

only a couple hundred kilobytes.

Probably just text

and not that much. [tense music]

Yeah, so why is he hiding it?

Could be anything, names, addresses,

bank statements, Declaration of Independence, who knows.

Can you do anything?

Grabbing it from you now.

I'm not a password cracker.

Don't expect much.

Okay.

In the meantime, I just texted you

the address of one of the cops

from the evidence thingy, Leonard Perry.

Great.

Thank you, Lana.

Etta, these are the cops.

Yeah.

So?

So, watch what you say, okay?

Lana.

This is an active investigation.

You gotta be careful.

Relax, I'm just gonna scope him out.

Okay.

I love you.

[phone beeping]

[crickets chirping]

Uh, hello, Mr. Perry.

I just wanted to introduce myself.

I'm new to the neighborhood.

Etta?

[eerie music]

What the fuck?

What are you doing here?

You're Leonard Perry?

Long story.

[fingers snap] Molly, Molly Perry.

You married the chick I cheated on you with.

Etta--

Bold move.

And you took her name.

That's weird but okay.

Yep.

Weirder and weirder.

Are you sick?

No, I'm um--

Is she in there?

Can I come in and talk to her?

I've got some, you know, unfinished business.

Etta, she's dead.

She's dead.

Sorry.

It's fine.

She was a bitch.

[Len chuckles]

You were a bitch.

Can I come in?

You can go fuck yourself.

Why are you here?

Why am I anywhere?

To steal something?

Usually.

I'm looking for a record.

[chuckles] What else is new?

You were the last person to see it.

Evidence logs put it in your hands last night.

How...

You should, you should go.

I just need some information--

Etta, people are dead.

This is police shit, okay?

Do you know what it is?

What it is, what do you mean?

The Lytton lacquer, the record.

It's a record.

Did you look at it closely, to the dead wax?

Yeah?

Why?

The symbols.

Would you recognize it if you saw it again?

[sighs] Probably.

You didn't listen to it, did you?

No way in hell my shitty ex listened to goddam lacquer

before I do.

Okay, time to go.

Etta.

What happened to Molly?

Drunk driver.

I'm sorry.

I liked Molly.

She hated you.

I was a bitch.

Are you okay?

No.

Actually, I, uh,

last night was, it was bad.

And, um, not even normal cop bad,

just, just bad.

I'm sorry.

Stop.

I'm gonna go.

Wait.

Can you stay?

On the couch.

Just in case, you know, just in case.

[crickets chirping]

[soft thudding]

[phone ringing]

[phone beeps]

It's Lana, leave a message.

[phone beeps]

[light thudding] [electricity buzzing]

[stairs creaking]

[eerie music]

Len.

[light knocking]

I'm coming in.

[electricity buzzing]

[dramatic scary music]

[Len screaming]

[Len panting]

What the fuck?

[lively music]

[air whooshing]

[eerie electronic music]