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(eerie music)

(music grows more tense)

(music grows more ominous)

(bright music)

- Whoa, looking good, cousin.

- You wanna join me?

- Before coffee?

Nope.

(lighthearted music)

- Hi.

(dog whining)

Hey Squirt, look what I have for ya.

- Talk about full service.

- Yeah, well, I do what I can.

- You're gonna spoil him, you know.

- Oh, you're just jealous 'cause he gets all the ladies.

- That's true.

I'm gonna have to shoot you.

(door creaking)

- That really isn't necessary.

- Of course it is.

I plan to make a lot of money

off of my association with you someday.

- I couldn't have done it without you, Annette.

- You might wanna put a little more emphasis on the you.

Really sell it when you say it.

- Yeah, I'll work on that.

- Oh wait, here he comes.

(sighing) (women giggling)

- This is embarrassing.

What are you doin'?

- Get selected to it, doc.

(laughing)

- And why did you stop datin' him, again?

- You know me, I don't like the cute, smart, and kind.

(groaning)

- Okay, so, this thing is actually not as complicated

as it looks.

- [Annette] You workin' over at Keegan's tonight?

- Yep.

So I'm trying to get some writing done before I go.

- Oh, so I should stop talking to you.

Let you focus.

- Yep.

- Honey.

I know you've got the weight of the world on your shoulders,

but you've got to have some fun sometime.

- I have a mortgage the pay, Annette.

I don't have time for fun.

Besides.

We have plenty of fun here, don't we?

(laughing)

- That does everything, unless she asks you to...

- How's it workin' out with the new barista?

- Morgan.

Bobby's promised to stay on and train him.

- [Casey] I'm gonna miss him.

- I still don't understand why he can't keep workin' for me

while he's going to med school.

- Because med school's in England, Annette.

- So?

What does that have to do with anything?

Why do you kids all have to go and grow up on me?

- Oh Annette.

Let him go.

Just let him go.

(soft chuckling)

- All right, sweetie.

- Bye.

(sighing)

(energetic rock music)

♫ It's about that time

♫ That habit's taken full control of me

♫ I reach out for anything

♫ To help contain this beast

- [Bobby] Hey.

- Hey.

- Can I get a couple beers?

- Absolutely.

Oh.

Sorry.

No, keep your money.

Annette's pickin' it up.

- Come on, seriously.

- [Casey] Yes, seriously.

- Hey, can I get a sea breeze? (crowd laughing)

- No.

- What, it's a real drink.

- Hey man, it's cool.

I had one of them when I was 16.

- It doesn't matter what it is, brother.

Casey's not makin' it for ya.

- That's right.

Beer or shots, what do you want?

- Beer.

- Cheers.

- Thank you.

(glass shattering) (thudding)

- [Man] Get off me, man!

You want your face kicked in?

You're lucky I don't kick your...

- Stop!

Stop.

- That guy deserves a beating.

- I'll bet he does, but you're twice his size.

And if you start swinging,

every girl in here's gonna think you're a jerk.

Trust me.

And if by some crazy chance he kicks your ass,

I guarantee you're goin' home alone tonight, okay.

- All right.

Can I have another beer, please?

- Only if you mind your manners.

- Thanks for handling that for me.

- Dude, that girl's a bartender and a bouncer all in one.

- (sighs) She's amazing.

(faint chattering) (soft laughing)

- (laughs) Oh, that makes all the difference.

- Well, it could.

- [Women] Bye.

- Oh my goodness.

- All right, sweet dreams. - Goodnight.

- All right, good day, chica.

Hey, you sure you don't need a ride?

- (laughs) No, I'm straight.

Drive safe.

- [Male Bartender] Keep it clean.

- Yeah, you too.

(gentle music)

(door creaking)

Oh hey.

There you are.

We should get ready to open.

- Is that you?

- Yeah.

Annette puts those up there to be supportive.

Oh, hey, you don't have to read those.

It's mostly about social issues, healthcare.

You know, boring stuff.

(soft curious music)

- Written by Casey Cooper.

- Double Americano, one raw sugar.

- What if I wanted something else today,

like a Funkey Monkey Frapp?

- (laughs) You've been ordering the same thing every day

for the last three years, Roger.

Don't go changin' on a girl now.

(groaning)

(clanking) (hissing)

- Ow! - What happened?

Are you okay?

- I burned myself on the steamer.

- It gets easier with practice, I promise.

You'll be a pro at it before you know it.

- I doubt that.

- Let me see your hand.

That should help.

You got it?

(laughing softly)

When you steam the milk,

you wanna hold the pitcher at an angle, like this.

- Hey Casey, I've been lookin' over these color chips

for your dining room,

and I think you should go with Coral Gables.

- Hmm.

Yeah, I like that one, too.

But I'm sort of leaning towards Bahamian Blue.

(groaning)

My cousin and I just inherited an old house from my mom

and we're redecorating.

- Oh, so your mom died?

- Um, yeah.

- She'd been sick for...

- My mom's dead, too.

- I'm sorry to hear that.

- I kind of like this yellow color.

- Oh, absolutely not.

That's a terrible color for Casey.

It'll wash her out.

- I'm not wearing it, Annette.

- What if you should meet Mr. Right and things go well,

and then he sees you lookin' jaundiced

over breakfast in the morning?

No, no, no.

- She's right.

I'm totally reconsidering the possibility

of having a future with you.

- Wow.

- Excuse me.

Um, this is regular milk, and I had asked for soy.

- Oh, you never said soy.

- Yes I did. (chuckles)

- I'm not stupid.

Is that what you think?

That I can't remember something as simple as soy?

Because I can.

Please.

- Um.

- Nikki, I'm so sorry.

We will remake that drink for you right away, on the house.

- Thank you.

- Take it easy, Morgan.

- I know what she asked for, and she never said soy.

- Yeah, well, you know what they say.

Customer's always right.

- Yeah, but I'm telling you, she never...

- Look, it doesn't really matter, okay.

Let's just get it done.

- Of course, sure, I'm just saying that she was lying.

She's a liar is all.

She lies.

I'm taking five.

(unsettling music)

(door creaking)

(door slamming)

- There you go, have good one.

Thanks, have a good day.

Hey Annette, where's what's-his-name?

That guy.

(scoffs) Why can't I remember his name?

Martin, Marlin?

I don't know, I'm dying over here.

- Morgan.

Beats me.

He didn't show up yesterday or today.

- That's a record.

He lasted, what, a week?

- Four days.

- Nice.

- Hey Casey. - Yep.

- How's the book?

- Which book?

The one about the plight of the average, ordinary woman,

working at the average, ordinary coffee house,

who loses her mind

and starts French-pressing unsuspecting customers

with complicated coffee orders to death?

That book?

- No, the other one.

About our medical system.

- Oh right.

That one.

I just finished my third chapter.

- Uh-huh.

(telephone ringing)

- Ow. (groans)

Happy Halloween.

Fill 'er up with Daily Fuel.

Hello?

- Hi Casey.

It's me.

- Me, who?

Who is this?

- Me, Morgan.

- Listen here, No Soy Boy, standing us up like this,

it's not cool.

- I really resent the way you're trying to seduce me.

- What?

- You don't deserve this,

but I believe in giving people a fighting chance.

I know

what you're up to.

(sighs) It's so obvious.

It's embedded in the paperwork.

Your motive is embedded in the paperwork.

- What paperwork? (scoffs)

What the hell are you talking about?

- You have to stop.

I know, I know everything.

- Okay, embed this in your paperwork.

Whatever joke you're trying to make, it's not funny.

(receiver slamming)

- Who was that?

- It was that Morgan guy.

He accused me of trying to seduce him.

- Was that a joke?

- No, if it was, I didn't get it.

- Boy, that is the last time I ever hire anyone

whose only reference is his father.

- Nevermore.

- Nevermore, never, nevermore. (smooches)

- [Morgan] I'm taking my break.

(unsettling music)

(telephone ringing)

- Happy Halloween.

Fill 'er up with Daily Fuel.

- Don't hang up on me again.

I need to talk you.

It's the messages you're sending me.

You have to stop.

You have to stop, it's the frequency in the words.

Casey?

Casey!

Casey, are you there?

Casey?

- Morgan, enough.

This isn't funny.

You stop callin' this instant or I'm calling the police.

Halloween high jinks is over.

(music grows more tense)

- What was that?

- I don't know.

We all have to deal with the crazies every now and again.

It goes along with being female and fabulous.

You want to take a break?

- (sighs) Uh, no, oh.

I have to be at Keegan's by six.

I gotta go. - All right.

Well, you just get outta here.

Do not worry.

- Thanks, Annette, I'm sorry.

Don't forget, sandwiches at table two.

- Okay.

I'll take your messages for ya. (laughs)

(unsettling music)

(music swells with curiosity)

(crowd chattering) (lively music)

- [Casey] Here you go.

- Hey Casey.

Where's your costume?

- (laughs) I'm wearin' it.

I'm barkeep, workin' in a broke-down drinking establishment

serving cheap beer to guys that never leave a tip.

- Ah, not for long.

Annette told me you got another article published.

- Yeah, freelancing for the local paper

is all about the cash.

I'll be out of here before you know it.

- Casey, please don't leave me alone here with these people.

(chuckling)

I'm talkin' to you, man.

(eerie tones)

- What are you doin' here?

- Hi Casey.

I came to apologize.

I was really a jerk on the phone.

And I was just, I don't know, a little out of it.

- Look, I'm really busy right now, okay.

I can't talk.

- You have to forgive me Casey.

Just say you forgive me.

- Everything okay over here?

- Just a,

I'm afraid I spoke a bit out of line earlier today to Casey.

I came to apologize.

- And just how out of line are we talking?

- Just a simple misunderstanding

that we've worked out, isn't that right, Casey?

- Hey Casey, I still need my six drafts.

- Hey Case, when you're done talkin' to your boyfriend,

I could still use that shot.

- He's not my boyfriend.

I'll be right with you.

Look, everything's good, it's fine.

Just don't do it again, all right.

(low uneasy music)

- All your bottles.

- Happy Halloween, man.

Could you explain that to me?

- Yeah, I will later.

- I'm still waitin' for that shot.

- Do you need me to give you a ride home after your shift?

- No, no, god.

That guy's just enjoying his Halloween a little too much.

That's all.

- Casey, how did he know that you work here?

- I don't know.

- Casey, I still need four more beers.

- Yeah.

Yeah, I'm on it.

I'm on it right now.

Here's two.

Trey, help, please.

- [Cousin] Wait, he said what?

- That I was sending him messages

and trying to seduce him or something.

I don't know.

It didn't make a lot of sense.

- [Cousin] But you said that you were okay with that.

- Well, no, not exactly.

I mean, he came into the bar.

What was I supposed to do?

(groaning)

These candies are gross.

Where did you get 'em?

- Drugstore.

It was on sale.

Five pounds for $5.

- Then you paid too much.

They're really old.

- Yeah, maybe.

You really didn't do anything to lead him on?

- No.

I mean, I just taught him how to make coffee,

which was my job.

We never even had a real conversation.

- That's weird.

So what, is he, like, big and scary?

(thoughtful groaning)

- I mean, he's kind of empty.

Void.

- You really should have let Trey take you home.

It's not safe for you to be walkin' home alone by yourself.

- Says the girl who passed out on the front lawn.

- No, that happened once.

And I was 18 years old.

At least take the car.

(sighing)

- It's less than a mile.

- [Cousin] So?

- I come up with some of my best ideas when I walk home.

I'm fine.

- I hope so.

- Ew.

(groans) These candies are disgusting.

- Yep.

(groaning)

(low eerie music)

- All right, so, you wanna make sure

that the temperature's high enough

before you start steaming the milk.

- Got it.

- And hold the pitcher at an angle.

(cellphone ringing) Hey Lauren, I'm sorry.

Do you mind grabbing that for me?

- Yeah, sure.

- [Casey] Thanks.

- Good afternoon, Casey's phone.

Yes, she is.

Hold on a second.

- Thank you. - Uh-huh.

- Hello.

Hello?

That's weird.

There's nobody there.

- Some guy asked for you.

(metallic crashing) (shouting in pain)

Are you okay?

- (groans) Yeah.

- Oh, be careful.

Do you want me to do this for you?

- No, no, I'm fine.

- Okay. - Thanks.

(unsettling music)

(music grows more sinister)

- Don't you think you should tell the cops?

- And tell 'em what?

That I burned my own hand, but blame him for it?

- (sighs) No.

I don't know, I just,

I think you should trust your instincts on this.

I mean, what if he's, like, obsessed you?

Or he thinks he's in love with you or something?

- Listen, my instincts are telling me

that right now you have an overactive imagination,

and I should be paying more attention

to what m doing at work.

Forget I said anything.

- Okay, I just, I think you should

take this a little more seriously.

That's all I'm sayin'.

- If I thought I needed to be concerned about it, I would.

But I don't, so I'm not.

- Okay.

I guess.

It's your life.

- That didn't sound very convincing.

Where are you going?

- To make sure all the doors and windows are locked.

(cellphone ringing)

(cellphone beeping)

(nerve-racking music)

(music swells)

(music grows more ominous)

(gasping)

(sighing)

- Good lord, Casey, get it together.

(nerve-racking music)

(cellphone ringing)

Hello.

Hello?

Morton?

Are you there?

- My name is Morgan.

Morgan.

- Okay, Morgan, how about this approach?

Stop calling me.

Listen, Morgan, I don't know where you came to think

that we had all these conversations

about all these things that you're talking about.

But these calls have to stop.

Okay?

- You know what you've done.

(low unsettling music)

- But I don't understand.

Why don't you get a job at a big paper?

- Well, I've lived here my whole life.

You know, I've got a mortgage, responsibilities.

It's my home.

- Well, if I were you, I would move to New York.

Oh, hi.

What can I get for you?

- Casey.

- What are you doing here?

- Don't lie to me, Casey.

I know you're the one that killed all those people.

(eerie music)

- Look, this needs to stop right now.

I don't know you.

I don't understand what you want from me.

But I didn't kill anyone.

- I told them.

I told them all that I read what you were going to do.

But nobody believes me.

Those people are dead because of you.

- Go away.

Just go away and leave me alone.

What are you doing?

Are you filming me?

I'm calling the cops.

(low unsettling music)

- [Operator] 911, what is your emergency?

- I wanna report an, um,

an intruder.

- He never touched you or threatened you in anyway?

- His presence was threatening.

- I understand, but he didn't actually do anything.

- He accused me of awful things, of killing people.

- I understand, miss, but I have to respond

according to the laws in this state.

And those laws say I can't arrest someone

for speaking nonsense.

- Yeah, but that's the thing.

He didn't think it was nonsense.

He believed everything he was saying.

You could see it in his eyes.

- And you maintain you gave Mr. Pierce no cause

to feel this way?

- What cause could I have given him?

- You were never in any way provocative with him?

Never led him to believe you were interested in him?

- You mean did I have sex with him?

- This is unbelievable.

Are you listening to anything she's saying?

- No, I didn't give him any reason

to believe anything other than the fact

that I want him to leave me alone.

- Right, I just need to know why Mr. Pierce

would make these accusations.

- He's crazy.

That's why he's making these accusations.

- I understand that you feel that way.

- You keep saying that you understand,

but you clearly do not understand.

- This is his address that he gave when he was workin' here.

- You know, I think the point we wanna leave you with today,

Miss Copper, is that Mr. Pierce hasn't done anything

that should cause you undo stress at this time.

- No, that's where you're wrong.

This has all been incredibly stressful.

- I understand that.

- Would you stop saying that.

You don't understand.

So just stop saying it.

I'm so sorry this happened here.

- Do not apologize, honey.

Sometimes a little drama is a,

it's a good thing, you know.

It keeps me on my toes.

Keeps the customers talkin' about it over refills.

Why don't you take a break

and work on that book of yours, huh?

Just forget this whole thing ever happened.

(gentle music)

(music swells with tension)

(thudding)

(deep breathing)

- You thinkin' about anybody while you're doin' that?

I'm thinkin' this Morgan guy is becoming a problem.

(grunting) (rapid thudding)

(machine beeping) (sighing)

(door creaking)

(door slamming)

- He called 17 times while you were at work yesterday.

I turned off the ringer after the fourth call.

(distressed groaning)

Please tell the authorities about this guy

before he does something crazier

than blame you for the end of world peace.

- He hasn't called that many times before.

- Yes, he has.

I erased 'em.

I didn't want you to freak out.

- You did? - Yeah.

But the number of calls is completely irrelevant.

What he's saying on those messages is so creepy.

Will you please tell the police?

- I already did.

- Wait, when?

- (sighs) Yesterday.

He came by Daily Fuel

and started saying all this crazy stuff.

- Did he try to hurt you?

- No.

Nothing like that.

He just

started accusing me of killing all these people.

- Killing people?

Why didn't you tell me about this yesterday?

- Because I didn't want you to freak out.

- Okay, can we make a promise right now

that we're not gonna keep anything from each other

about this situation just so that we don't freak out?

- It is, isn't it?

- Is what?

- A situation.

- Yeah.

It's lookin' that way.

(telephone ringing)

(foreboding music)

Do you think that's him?

- Yeah.

(tense music)

- What if he never stops calling?

(low eerie music)

(cellphone ringing)

- (sighs) Not tonight, Morgan.

(soft foreboding music)

(car horn honks)

(music grows more ominous)

Come on, come on.

Come on, you piece of junk.

(nerve-racking music)

(music intensifies)

What do you want from me, huh?

Why do you keep following me?

(heavy breathing) (foreboding music)

(gate rattling) (pounding)

Somebody help me.

Come on, open the door.

(frantic pounding)

Hello, somebody open the door.

(frantic pounding)

Hello, is anybody home?

(frantic pounding)

(music intensifies)

- [Man] Morgan!

(eerie music)

(ragged breathing)

- [Casey] And then he just got in the car and drove away.

- [Annette] Unbelievable.

Well, I'm givin' you a ride home tonight.

- We're out of nonfat.

- Yeah, I need more turkey, too.

(door creaking)

(ominous music)

- (gasps) Get away from me!

- You're a hard target now.

He knows.

He knows all about you.

- Hey, you get out of my store right now!

Go, get out!

- The children's faces will melt.

- I thought the police were gonna talk to him

and keep him away from you.

(unsettling music)

- (sighs) Look, Annette never should have called you.

Nothing happened.

- We need to take you in for questioning, Miss Cooper.

- Excuse me?

I don't understand.

- You're being charged with assault.

- Oh my god.

- Call Annette.

- Okay.

(uneasy music)

- Officer, please, listen to me.

This is clearly a case of self-defense.

- Okay, look.

He is calling her everyday, all right.

(electronic beeping) Sometimes he hangs up, some,

excuse me.

Sometimes he's leaving messages that are rambling on.

I know that she's acting like she's not scared right now.

But this is a big deal, and she is terrified.

Do you understand?

- Has anyone even talked to this guy?

- Yeah, he's actually here filing his assault charges.

Give me a moment.

- This is complete (bleep).

- This is ridiculous.

There's nothing that we can do right now.

- I know what I'm gonna do.

I'm gonna call my lawyer.

My lawyer!

- Look, I didn't assault him, okay.

I was defending myself.

He's the one harassing me.

He came after me last night on the street.

- Let me get this straight.

Mr. Pierce assaulted you last night?

- In a manner of speaking, yeah.

I mean, he didn't actually touch me, but...

- Did you report the incident?

- (sighs) No.

I didn't think you would do anything.

- Okay, I understand.

- You understand.

I mean, (groans) you're unbelievable.

This Morgan guy makes my life a living hell,

and I'm the one that ends up with a police record.

(knocking)

- John.

- Excuse me just a minute, please.

(low suspenseful music)

- Our apologies, Miss Cooper,

but we no longer need your statement.

The charges have been dropped.

- What?

- Morgan Pierce is being held

for an involuntary psychiatric evaluation.

- (sighs heavily) Oh my god.

Thank god.

So, it's over.

- Not exactly.

- What do you mean?

- We don't know how long he'll be detained.

The minimum stay is three days.

- Three days?

That's it?

Then what.

- I'd like to give you the name of a detective

that I think will be able to help you.

He and I worked a stalking case together last year.

- (scoffs) I don't need that.

I'm not being stalked.

- Yeah, the first thing you need to do

is call it what it is.

Do us a favor, call Detective Leary.

Please.

Good luck.

(uneasy music)

- Hey.

- Hey.

- Are you okay? - Mm-hmm.

- Did they hurt you or anything?

- I wasn't in prison, Toni.

They just questioned me.

- I am so, so sorry.

I should have hit that guy when I had the chance.

- No.

Promise me that you'll stay away from him, Trey.

(affecting music)

Can we go home now?

- Not yet.

Officer Williams wants you to talk

to Detective Leary before energy go.

- (sighs) I just wanna go home.

- Honey, they say he should be back any minute.

And I think we should wait.

- I got you some... - Come on, a little longer.

(affecting music)

(cellphone ringing) (gasping)

- Anybody wanna talk to the American Diabetes Association?

- I seriously don't know how you keep dealin'

with this whole jumpin' every time the phone rings.

- Well, hopefully the infamous Detective Leary

will change all that.

- Sorry to keep you all waiting.

I'm the infamous Detective Dominic Leary.

- Officer Williams said you can help us.

Well, it would really be helping Casey,

but it's kind of like helping us,

because this is a serious situation,

and nobody is... - Are you Casey?

- Listening.

- I heard you've been havin' a hard time

livin' with this guy.

- You could say that.

Yeah.

- Well, why don't you all come back

and watch me eat my dinner.

All righty then.

(unsettling music)

- Morgan.

- I'm sorry, dad.

But you don't, you don't know her like I do.

You don't know what she's capable of.

- That's enough, son.

It's time to go home.

Let's go.

(unsettling music)

- Stalking cases present a lot of challenges

to law enforcement.

Offenders don't adhere to predictable patterns.

No one knows what they're gonna do next.

And tracking a potential suspect 24/7

takes up a lot of man hours.

And quite frankly, we don't have the resources.

The law clearly states that we can't do anything

to Morgan Pierce unless he threatens her life.

- Actually says he's gonna kill me?

- Yes.

- Miss Cooper, please just go home

and get yourself some rest.

Try to get your mind off things.

I'm on this.

- (laughs dryly) Yeah.

- I'll be in touch.

- Thanks.

- You're sort of young to be a detective, aren't you?

(uneasy music) (electronic beeping)

- [Morgan] Orange is a good color on you, Casey.

(ragged breathing)

- Was that?

- It's him.

He's out, and it hasn't even been 24 hours,

but they must have let him out.

(low tense music)

- [Officer] Metro police, how can I help you?

- Detective Leary, please.

- [Morgan] You gave me HIV,

and now I can never have children.

Or get married.

- Do you have HIV?

- No.

- Does he?

- I don't know.

How would I know that?

- How could they just let him out?

- I don't know, but I'm trying to figure that out.

- What about a restrainin' order?

I've been talkin' to my lawyer and he says...

- Absolutely.

Department policy is to suggest a restraining order.

- But?

- But (sighs) based on what I've seen,

I'm not so sure I'd recommend it.

70% of all stalkers will violate their restraining order.

And if this guy Morgan is really starting to spiral,

you don't wanna provoke him.

Or make him angry enough to prove that he's above the law.

- Okay, but if she gets a restraining order,

he has to stay at least, I don't know,

like 1,000 feet away from her, right?

- It's more like 50 feet, maybe 100.

It's all up to the judge.

But in reality,

it's unlikely we get there in time to stop him.

And I personally just don't think it's worth the risk.

- You've been through this before, obviously.

So,

tell me, what happens next?

I mean, how long do I have to live like this

before this guy gives up on me?

- Honestly, it could be a long time.

- I don't believe this is happening.

- Have you considered moving?

- Absolutely not.

No.

Toni and I just started paying mortgage on that house.

I mean, both my parents are buried here.

This is my life.

He can't just take my life from me.

- All right, then at the very least,

I'd stop engaging him altogether.

- What do you mean?

- On the phone, in person, ever.

Any response no matter how small

is enough to permanently position you

at the center of your stalker's obsession.

Simply talking to him, even to rebuke him,

could be perceived as a form of encouragement.

- Doesn't this guy have a record?

Couldn't you use that to...

- Yes, as a matter of fact, Morgan does have a record.

But unfortunately it's been sealed,

and I need the court's permission to open it.

- Sealed, what does that mean?

- The case may have been dismissed.

Or he might have been a minor at the time of the incident.

I really don't know yet.

Don't give up on me, Casey.

I'm gonna talk to the DA's office

and see what I can find out.

But in the meantime, be careful.

Keep your cellphone on you at all times.

Put my number on speed dial.

And no matter how angry you might feel,

please, don't try to hit anyone.

Okay?

- Yeah, I'll do my best.

- You have a good day now.

(unsettling music)

(machine beeping)

(telephone ringing) (music grows more tense)

- [Toni] It's Toni and Casey.

Please leave a message after the beep.

(machine beeps)

- [Morgan] What you have become to me, Casey,

is an all-encompassing presence.

And what I'm sharing with you, Casey, is the presence of me.

It's not easy to have your senses tangled

(telephone ringing) and overpowered,

and always be on the outside.

You have to stop!

(machine beeping)

Deep inside, you know this is what you deserve.

But you won't be able to hold yourself in, Casey,

if you try to shut me out.

But I know!

(telephone ringing) I know everything!

I don't leave these messages (telephone ringing)

expecting you to pick up the phone.

(machine beeping) I know you miss me.

And you almost need me to call now, don't you?

You have to always know where I am.

Just like I always know where you are.

Like the beginning of any strong, intense relationship.

Chains.

(telephone ringing)

Casey!

Casey, are you there? (machine beeping)

At the coffee shop,

when we talked about all that we had in common,

both in life and death,

it's exactly that.

(machine beeps) It's exactly that.

Don't hang up on me again.

I need to talk to you.

You had to change your life because of the deaths.

(telephone ringing) I'm not sure

why you are making this a game.

(machine beeps) Because clearly it's the game.

(sighs) You are bad, Casey.

You're playing charades.

(telephone ringing) And you know it yourself.

You're filthy animal.

(telephone ringing) And I am what you want.

(machine beeps) I have to hurt you.

Your actions are too serious to be made a trifle.

(telephone ringing) You'll never have children.

Casey, you've ruined my life.

I'll never have children because of you.

You think you're keeping me out.

But I am just keeping you in.

(lock scraping)

(sighing)

I think you're beginning to understand that now.

I will encompass you.

And keep you wrapped up.

(tense music)

And I will always be there, Casey.

I will always be here.

(machine beeping)

(uneasy music)

- I called our congressman today.

And the FBI.

And the CIA.

- The CIA?

- (laughs softly) Okay,

well, that was kind of a long shot.

- What'd you find out?

- That unless he's a terrorist,

there's really not much that they can do.

- Unless he threatens to kill me.

- Right.

- Well, thanks for trying anyway.

- I think you should talk to someone.

I don't know, maybe a doctor could...

- You think I'm losing my mind?

- No.

No.

(affecting music)

I think that you're under an unbearable amount of stress.

And you can't keep pushing this inside you.

It's okay to admit that you're scared.

- I can't stop thinking about him.

He's everywhere.

I see him even when I close my eyes.

- I know.

(heartbreaking music)

But that's why you need to talk to someone.

You have got to get this horrible man out of your head.

Casey, you need to get help.

Please get some help.

- The captain called back about Morgan Pierce.

- Yeah, I've been trying to get access to his file.

- Well, he said to stop asking.

And he doesn't wanna have to tell you again.

(door slamming)

- That's not gonna happen.

- [Toni] Green flashing.

- Oo, pretty pink. - Yeah, right?

(soft lighthearted music)

- Hey. - Hey.

I see the Christmas decorations are in full swing.

- Yeah, I'd give ya a hug, but I'm a little tied up here.

- So, how was it?

Did you like the therapist?

- I did.

- [Toni] And?

Do you feel better? (groaning apathetically)

- Merry Medicated Christmas, everyone.

(gentle music)

- (gasps) What are you doing here?

Did Casey tell you to kill me?

(tense music)

- You need to take your medication, Morgan.

- I don't want to.

- It's not a suggestion.

(unsettling music)

Tongue up.

Get some sleep.

- She's the dangerous one, not me.

She can't fit into my clothes.

(door clicking shut)

(pills splashing)

(ominous tones)

- Come and get it, kiddies.

Let the festivities begin.

- Can we open gifts before we eat?

- Me first!

- All right, let's do it.

Uh-oh.

(soft laughing)

(faint festive music)

- Merry Christmas.

- Oh, cash, you shouldn't have.

- Oh, money, money, money.

- Just be quiet and open it.

- What is it?

- It's gift certificate.

For an alarm system for your house.

- Well, that really lightens the mood.

- I should work on my timing.

- Oh Annette.

You don't need to buy me lavish gifts.

- Well, now, I don't know.

Diamonds are always appreciated.

- Stocks are very thoughtful as well.

- Property.

- Okay, okay.

- You guys, let's open another gift.

- Okay. - Great idea.

- Let's do that.

I'll run to the car really quick.

(groans) Go, go, go, go.

(pills rattling)

- This is yours, big bow.

- Thank you.

And this one is yours.

- [Toni] And it's purple.

So festive.

- [Annette] Your favorite color.

- [Toni] I know. (laughs)

- [Annette] Let's start Casey's stack of presents.

- [Toni] She's got a lot.

- All right, I shall wait with you until Toni gets here.

- No, come on, Trey.

You should go on your date. - No.

- Toni will be here any minute.

And she's never late.

Listen, I don't want my problems

to interfere with your life.

- No, wanting my best friend to be safe

is not an interference.

But having to visit you in the hospital,

that would seriously mess with my schedule.

I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that.

- Oh come on, it's okay.

It's funny.

- No, it's not.

- Look, Lisa's still here.

I can always hitch a ride with her.

(groaning)

- Go, please.

Would you please go on your date.

- I don't know. - Please.

Come on, before I kick you to the car.

Go.

- (groans) All right, all right.

Adios, mamacita.

- Mwah. (smooches)

Bye.

(cellphone ringing) - Hey girl.

- Hey.

- What are you still doing here?

- I'm waitin' for Toni.

I'll see you later.

Hey Toni, where are you?

- (sighs) Hey babe, I'm so sorry.

Someone slashed my tires.

I've been on the phone with the tow truck company

for the past 20 minutes.

- Are you okay? - Yeah, no, I'm fine.

But you're gonna have to get Trey to give you a ride home.

- Trey's gone.

- [Toni] Wait, where are you?

- I'm outside, I'm waiting for you.

- By yourself?

What are you doing?

- Hey, look, let me call you back, okay.

Hey Lisa, hold up!

(ominous music)

Detective Leary, it's me, Casey.

I think Morgan slashed Toni's tires.

Oh god, he's here right now.

Call me back right away.

(tense music)

(breathing heavily)

(creaking)

(telephone ringing) (gasping)

(tense music)

- [Toni] It's Toni and Casey.

Please leave a message after the beep.

(machine beeps)

- [Morgan] I like what bruises do to your body, Casey.

The way that you turn blue in the sun.

I'd run you over if I saw you in the street.

And then, maybe then, you'd finally understand.

I'm going to help you, Casey.

But I'm going to help you by what I'm not going to do.

I'm not going to actually tell you I'm going to kill you

or tell you how I would kill you.

No official threats.

Nothing at all.

(sobbing)

- Leave me alone.

- [Morgan] I'm not gonna do anything

that will let the police... - Why can't you

just leave me alone? - Stop me from stopping you.

Not now, not ever.

You'll never get away with what you have planned.

Ever.

You should kill yourself, Casey!

You should kill yourself right now.

(sobbing)

(eerie music)

- Casey, sweetie, is this decaf?

- Oh crap, I'm so sorry.

- Oh, it's okay, it's okay.

No big deal.

Hey, you wanna take a break?

- No, I don't need a break.

I'll just make him a new one.

- I can help you.

- No, I don't need help.

I can do it.

It's fine, I'll just make him a new one.

- You sure about quitting?

- Yeah, I think so.

It's just too hard for me to get home at night.

I'm not sleepin' enough to work three jobs.

- Did you at least tell the detective

about the letters and the blood?

- Yeah, he knows.

- And?

Casey, there's gotta be somethin' that can be done.

- What am I supposed to do?

I change my phone numbers, he still finds 'em.

I sneak out the back, and he's waitin' for me.

I stay at home, and he just sits outside.

I've tried everything,

but until he actually threatens to kill me.

Sometimes I wish he would.

Just kill me and get it over with.

- Don't say that.

(uneasy music)

You can't let this guy ruin your entire life.

- Too late.

He already has.

(low eerie music)

(music swells)

(water rushing) (splashing)

(sobbing) (soft heartbreaking music)

(door rattling)

- Oh my god.

Okay.

Case?

Okay, come on.

(water splashing) (groaning)

(sobbing)

Casey, what happened?

Did you see him outside again?

What?

- I couldn't, I just, I couldn't breathe.

I couldn't breathe. (sniffles)

- It's okay.

(soft affecting music)

(soft sobbing)

Hey, remember when we were kids, I was afraid of everything.

Heights.

Check.

Monsters in the closet.

Check.

Spiders.

Definitely a check.

I'm still not a fan of the arachnid.

But Casey, you are so strong.

(emotional music)

After your dad died and your mom got sick,

you were the one that took care of us.

You made sure that everything was gonna be okay.

And when your mom got cancer,

she said that it was you

that gave her the strength to fight.

Do you remember that?

(laughs) I mean, even now when I see a spider,

I freak out, and you're the one that takes care of it.

Because you're so strong.

And we are gonna find a way to set you free.

Do you hear me?

I promise.

I promise that.

(soft affecting music)

(music turns unsettling)

(music grows more sinister)

We have to do something.

She's not eating, she's not sleeping.

She had to quit a job.

Added financial strain is not making this better.

- I hear you, Toni.

I really do.

And I know you're scared.

Every time I try to find anything out about this guy,

I get doors slammed in my face.

All right, this Morgan Pierce is very well connected.

And those connections clearly know something worth hiding.

- Okay, so, what are we supposed to do?

- I'm gonna ask a friend in Homeland Security a favor.

See if she can help me get any information on this guy.

- Okay, and until then?

- Until then,

I'd suggest you take whatever steps you're comfortable with,

by whatever means necessary, to protect yourself.

(unnerving music)

(music grows more tense)

- Toni.

Toni, he's outside.

- What?

This is enough.

- Toni.

What are you doing?

Oh my god, where did you get that?

Toni. - I'm not dealing

with this anymore. - Toni, stop it.

Stop it.

- Hey.

Sorry, I thought you saw me.

I stopped by to give you an update.

You okay?

- Yeah.

Come in.

(dog whining)

- Hey Casey, can you change out the board for me?

- I'd rather not if that's okay.

I'm good back here.

- You know, I've got that little weekend house

just sittin' up there empty.

Why don't you take some vacation time.

You've always loved it up there.

- I can't.

- Why not?

You Toni, you can head out tomorrow.

And then Trey and I can join you on Saturday.

And we can celebrate the 4th of July and have a barbecue.

What do you say?

- Well, I don't, I'd have to talk to Toni.

- Good, it's settled.

- But can I talk to Toni, and I'll let you know tomorrow?

- Call me tonight and tell me yes.

- (sighs) Jesus.

(electronic beeping)

- [Toni] Casey, is that you?

- I'm home.

(sighing)

Hey Toni.

- [Toni] Yeah?

We're leavin' town.

(bright hopeful music)

- Man, will you relax.

He's not behind us.

It's impossible that he knows where you are right now.

- I wish I could believe that.

- Okay, well then, do.

It's fine.

Look, I have Detective Leary's cellphone

programmed into mine.

I've asked Trey to spend the night at our house.

He's gonna make it look like we're home.

And I brought the gun.

We're totally covered.

Trust me.

- I guess so.

What, I'm checking my lipstick.

- You're not wearing any lipstick.

(bright optimistic music)

Wow.

This is amazing.

(gentle lighthearted music)

Hey, you've got the keys, right?

- The only place I get cellphone reception

is in the driveway.

I mean, how do people live like this?

- Oh, I don't know.

I guess they unplug, you know, go to the country to relax.

- I mean, it's really beautiful, but I don't know.

I think maybe we should go back home.

Annette never told me

that there weren't any phones in the house.

And I just think it's too dangerous

to not have cellphone reception.

- Casey.

He doesn't know where we are.

And besides, I picked up some Wi-Fi from the neighbors.

We'll be fine.

- We don't know that.

- Okay, well, I'm gonna go downstairs and unpack.

And when I get back, let's go get food, do something fun.

Hey, sound like a plan?

- Yeah, I guess.

- Good, great.

Yay.

(crowd cheering)

(horns honking)

(soft laid back music)

- I have to admit, it's really nice to be outside.

- I know, right.

Maybe we should find some country boys

who will show us their equipment.

(scoffing) (laughing)

No, but seriously, we should find some fireworks.

- Yeah, maybe we should.

Oh come on, you don't have to look that surprised.

- Sorry, it's just,

it's been awhile since we've done something normal,

you know.

- Yeah.

Well, maybe we should get out of town a little more often.

(soft laid back music)

- Maybe we should.

♫ Give me the time, give it time, give it time

(loud popping)

(laughing)

- Oh (mutters).

That was normal.

Normal reaction.

(gentle music)

Hey, put this on.

And this.

(gentle music)

Hurry up.

We don't wanna miss the fireworks.

(tense jarring music)

Wait, Case, before you come up here, grab my sweater.

(foreboding music)

- Oh my god, he's here.

- It's okay, Case, hold on.

No, I'm gonna call Detective Leary, okay.

- We never should have left. - (huffs) There's no service.

Damnit!

Okay, don't move.

- How could he have found us?

(tense music)

(screaming)

- No!

- No!

(muffled speaking) - No!

- Casey, come on! - All right, now, Casey.

- Casey, come on! - Scream.

The blood, Casey. - Detective Leary's

on his way. - You can't bury their blood.

- He'll never make it in time.

- We'll can ourselves

in the basement. - No, stop!

Stop.

Where did he go?

- Maybe he left.

(glass shattering) (screaming)

(crying out)

- Shut up, shut up.

Shut up!

You see what you've done, Casey?

Do you see what you've made me do?

Shh, shh, no, no, shut up.

Now other people will get hurt.

You're causing the casualties now.

- Let go of me.

- No, shut up.

No, shut up, shut up.

Shut up, shut up!

If she's unconscious, then she's free.

Just like if you're conscious, still they can't be free.

(gasping in struggle) Shh, shh.

Do you see the address here?

It's the same as the day we met.

It's fate, Casey.

It's bookends.

It's bookends. - Please.

- No, shh.

No.

- Shh.

Quiet now.

Now it's time to kill the spider.

(tense music)

What's the frequency now, Morgan?

(laughing madly)

What's the frequency of this bullet gonna be

when it erupts in your frontal lobe?

You hear me?

(laughing)

Murder's a commitment, Morgan.

And I'm not afraid to say it like you.

I'm gonna kill you.

I'll blow your brains out all over this place.

Now let her go.

Let her go!

Let her go!

(tense music) (sobbing)

(gasping)

- Shh.

Shh.

(suspenseful intensifies)

Get out of my house.

Get out!

(music intensifies)

(gasping)

Come here.

(coughing) Hush.

Come here, come here, come here.

Toni, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

(sobbing)

Shh.

Shh.

(distant sirens wailing)

- How's she doin'?

- Actually, she's fine.

It's just superficial cuts.

So, it's not really even deep enough for stitches.

And her windpipe is clear, just superficial bruising.

- Are multiple lacerations enough for you, detective?

Or attempting to choke her to death?

Will that do the trick?

- The strangling should suffice. (sighs)

- So that's it, then.

You can pick him up, right?

- All right, here's the deal.

Morgan indeed does have a connection to a bigshot.

He uses his mother's maiden name of Pierce.

But his father is Richard Steele.

As in Lieutenant Governor Richard Steele.

- Which is why you couldn't get access to his files.

- Until now.

We finally got a court order

to unseal Morgan's arrest record.

Which includes public drunkenness, domestic disturbance,

and most recently, illegal possession of a handgun.

Conveniently, no charges were ever filed.

- So, his father has been protecting him this whole time.

Getting him out time and time again.

- Well, he's not gonna do it again.

We woke up a judge.

We got the arrest warrant signed.

They're on their way to pick him up now.

How you doin', Toni?

- Just peachy.

- And you?

- For the first time in a long while,

I can honestly say I'm fine.

(gentle music)

- (sighs) Yeah, thanks for telling me.

(soft unsettling music)

Yeah.

(phone beeps)

(sighing)

(low eerie music)

(sighing)

(foreboding music)

- What?

What are you doing?

Why are you touching all my stuff?

This is.

- You've gone too far this time, Morgan.

I won't be able to protect you.

- You don't understand.

Everything that she's put together.

There's silos and bunkers.

And all,

all the people that she's killed.

She takes people's teeth,

and she,

she hides them, it's...

- Stop it, Morgan.

Just stop it.

Now, this is what happens to you

when you don't take your medication.

(sighing)

They're coming to get you.

And I'm not gonna be able to stop them.

Not this time.

- What?

What?

She got to you.

She told you to do this to me.

- This is not you, Morgan.

This us your disease.

- Yes, it is.

And I'm gonna kill you, Casey.

If you don't shut up!

(punch cracking) (groaning)

(tense music)

- Morgan!

(lighthearted humming)

- Hey, anyone care for a celery stalk?

- (sighs) Annette, that's an awful joke.

- I also got some nuts, some fruitcake.

And some Brie, mmm.

- Wait, Brie, I don't get it.

- Not a joke, honey.

I love Brie.

You think they got him by now?

- So, what do you think the police will find

when they go into Pierce's house for the first time?

- Uh, an alter dedicated to me, of course.

- Yes.

And pictures of you everywhere, with candles burning.

Christmas lights on the alter, and rose petals.

- Rose petals, really?

- Yes, in the shape of a heart.

- Oh, nice.

- Somebody's been readin' too many romance novels,

and that's all I've got to say.

(knocking)

- Come on in, Morgan.

- [Toni] Casey.

(laughing)

- [Casey] Oh come on, you guys, lighten up.

- [Annette] That was a good one.

- The house is surrounded by cops.

Nothing's gonna happen.

Hey detective, how's it goin'?

(sighing)

- We don't know where he is.

All his father would say is Morgan just disappeared.

- And you believed him?

After his father got him out time and time again?

- We've still got the APB out on him.

We're gonna monitor his father's house 24 hours a day

until we find him.

I don't know what else to tell you.

- Well, thanks for letting us know in person.

- I can assure you, we're doing the best we can.

- I know you are, detective.

But frankly, it just isn't enough anymore.

Thanks for stoppin' by.

(sighing)

- [Annette] Where's Casey?

- [Toni] I think she's writing, upstairs.

- [Annette] Trey, would you go up and check on her?

- Hey.

You all right?

- Fantastic.

Not much of a party, huh?

- No, it's okay, everybody understands.

- Nobody understands.

I don't even understand anymore.

- They'll find him.

We have to believe that.

- [Casey] Mm-hmm.

- No, no, no, it's different now, Casey.

Okay, they all understand how dangerous this guy is,

so the police are gonna be with you every step of the way.

Heck, I'm gonna move in downstairs.

So there won't be one moment

that there won't be somebody there to protect you.

- Thank you, Trey.

Truly.

For everything.

(soft affecting music)

If someone had told me a year ago

that I would spend my days hiding in my living room

and shaking when the phone rang,

I would never have believed it.

I thought I was the kind of girl to hit first

and ask questions later.

But Morgan changed all of that.

No one can give me back my sense of safety in this world.

I'll never walk down a street again

without wondering if I'm being followed.

But I will keep walking.

And after all I've been through,

I finally see there is a victory in that.

(pensive music)

Morgan is gone for good.

Or maybe the next time you see me will be

in one of those shocking news reports.

Girl had her head blown off, story at 11.

Look, you can feel bad for me.

You can tell yourself that it could never happen to you.

That's where you're wrong.

I was just like you.

I might even be stronger than you.

And it happened to me.

I was forced to face my own vulnerability,

which made me realize that my family,

my amazing friends, (breathes deeply)

are what got me through the toughest times.

Morgan Pierce has been a constant shadow of fear in my life.

And only by telling my story

can I force him out into the light.

Only by speaking my truth can I set myself free.

Well, that and a complete overhaul of the system.

But (laughs)

for now, the truth will have to do.

(hopeful music) (group applauding)

- [Richard] Detective Dominic Leary, please.

(telephone ringing)

- [Dominic] Leary.

- Detective Leary, this is Richard Steele.

I'd like to talk to you and Miss Cooper.

(unsettling music)

Now, I asked you here today to apologize for my son.

- Um, thank you.

- But also for you to understand

that Morgan suffers from paranoid schizophrenia.

Now, we,

that is, his mother and I before she died,

we did everything we could

to find the help for him, privately.

Which was really hard, because as you know,

we're always in the public eye.

The thing is, Morgan is a really nice young man

when he's on his medication.

But he skips taking his pills, and then everything,

well, just starts to go haywire again.

See, Morgan needs medical help.

He doesn't need to be locked up with a bunch of criminals.

He's a sick boy, not a bad boy.

And he needs to be in a place

where people can regulate his medication.

- Your boy is a 25-year-old man.

- I am asking you, as his father,

to drop the charges that you brought against him.

- Excuse me?

Why would I do that?

- Well, (chuckles)

I mean,

after all, he hasn't actually harmed you, really.

And you did encourage him at the beginning

with your flirting.

- Okay, that's enough. - No, no, no, no, no.

I mean, I can see how

that could be very attractive, you know.

I mean, all the attention that you got.

- You can't be serious.

- Come on, a young woman, single, no children, no boyfriend.

I mean, that could be very exciting, right?

But the thing is,

we're talking about a life here, Miss Cooper.

And you need to put your issues aside

and realize that.

See, Morgan needs,

no, no, no, Morgan deserves,

your compassion.

- (groans) It's so obvious that you're doing this

for your political ambitions.

Morgan was getting help.

You're the one that got him out.

You knew what he was capable of,

and you still let him ruin my life.

(chuckling)

- Come on, now.

That is so dramatic, Miss Cooper.

Tell me something, what exactly did he do to you?

What, what, he took a few pictures of you?

He sent you some harmless mail?

The rest of it, the medications, the panic attacks,

that was all you.

- All right, I think we're done here.

- You clearly have no idea what he's done to me.

What he's taken from me.

What I can't ever get back.

I waited every day for your son to try and kill me.

Do you have any idea what that's like?

- Please, Miss Cooper, Morgan would never have hurt you.

- Morgan did hurt me, over and over again.

And I'll be damned if I drop the charges.

Because I know that once he's detained,

he'll finally get the help that he needs.

That he deserves.

Because he's the one with the problem, not me.

- You're gonna regret this, young lady.

- I wonder what your wife would say about this.

- Do not talk about my wife!

- How she would feel about how you've allowed him

to terrorize me every day of my life for the last year.

- Oh please.

- You cannot give me my time back.

I will never walk down the street again

without looking over my shoulder,

wondering if someone's gonna try and hurt me.

You can't give me my piece of mind back.

You know, Morgan may be sick, he might need help,

he might not know what he's doing, but you do.

You, with that smug look on your face,

you know exactly with you're doing.

My only regret is I can't lock you up in there with him.

(chuckling)

(sighing)

(affecting music)

(gentle optimistic music)

Annette, you're worse than me.

- Sorry, I just can't focus.

I hate this time of day, you know.

- Yeah.

Oh, hey Roger, just leave it there, I'll take care of it.

Oh, thanks.

- Take care of yourself, Casey.

- I always do.

- Okay, I'm gonna go now.

- Okay. - You okay?

- I'm good.

Yeah.

Bye.

(ominous music)

I'm sorry, we're closed.

- Every day, he leaves.

Did you know that?

He never,

he never leaves, it's that coffee.

I've watched that cop leave to go on his break

across to the liquor store to go to the bathroom

for 20 minutes.

I've watched you.

I've seen you here.

I've never left you, Casey.

And I never will!

I will never leave you!

- Well, (exhales deeply) Morgan,

I know that there's a part of you

that knows I've never hurt you.

I've never hurt anyone.

- When you're gone, everyone will know!

And your stranglehold will be no longer.

Stop moving!

(low tense music)

Just hold still.

- Why?

Why, Morgan, what are you gonna do?

What do you mean when I'm gone?

What are you gonna do?

- I'm gonna kill you, Casey.

- Hands up!

Get your hands out of your bag

and up in the air where I can see 'em.

Hands up, now!

(tense music) (grunting in struggle)

- Don't let him, Casey.

Don't let him hurt me.

(screaming)

- Let them help you, Morgan.

(hyperventilating)

- You okay?

(sobbing)

- Casey, you were so brave.

So brave.

Oh baby.

- We got him.

- [Annette] Thank you, thank you.

- [Dominic] She did great.

(group laughing)

- Detective Leary, refreshment?

- Uh, no. - Uh-oh.

Shots, shots, shots.

- No thanks, I'm still on duty.

- Oh come on, take a day off, detective.

Drink it.

- All right, I'll take one.

- Thank you. - Thank you.

- I don't understand why I wasn't invited

to watch this whole thing go down.

- You, I wish I could have been there

to give that weirdo a few kicks.

- Oh, don't feel left out.

- Well, I'm surprised that he fell for it to be honest.

- Well, that was all Casey.

She knew that he couldn't resist the pattern

of the 15 minute window we left for him every day.

- Yeah, well, I've become an expert at all things Morgan.

(laughing)

(groaning)

- I'm just glad nobody got hurt.

- Yeah, cheers to that.

- Oh, I got a message from the captain.

Same captain who was so helpful earlier.

- Oh yeah, that guy, love him.

- Yeah, he wanted me to apologize to you on his behalf.

- Finally, good.

- And also wants you to meet with the department

about setting up a threat management unit,

whose primary mission will be

to provide access to advocates, attorneys,

judges, law enforcement officers, and prosecutors,

to ensure that protective orders are issued,

served and enforced throughout the state.

I understand if you're not up to it, though.

- I can do that.

I don't want what happened to me to happen to anybody else.

But tell your captain,

just because I'm helping out doesn't make it right.

What happened to make.

- Copy that.

- Annette, is this from out centerpiece.

- Maybe.

(laughing)

It's minty.

- Ew.

- Your friends are crazy.

(group laughing)

(speaking drowned out by laughing)

- I'm gonna be kinda lonely

without you following me around all the time.

- Oh, I think you'll manage.

(laughing)

And besides, you could always call me.

If you wanted.

You know, if you ever needed something.

You have my number, that's all I'm sayin'.

- Hey.

(buoyant music)

Thank you.

- I was just doin' my job.

And you're very welcome.

(buoyant music)

(sighing)

- Hey Leary.

You know, this could make a pretty good story one day.

The young detective who comes to the aid

of a distressed damsel when nobody else believes her.

- Could be good.

Does he save her in the end?

- No, she saves herself.

(buoyant music)

(music swells)

(lighthearted music)