♪
MABEL MORA: We want to help find Bunny's killer.
- As the new board president, I'm in charge now.
- Someone's sure itchy to step into the presidential wedgies.
- The Arconia needs to be brought into the 21st century.
LEONORA FOLGER: The Arconia held little secrets
known only to the architect himself.
- I'm not stepping down.
CHARLES-HADEN SAVAGE: We need to find out more about Nina.
- Willy! Charles, this is my son Will.
Directing is my day job,
but my family, they're my passion.
We survived an implicit death threat from Teddy Dimas.
DETECTIVE WILLIAMS: You're accusing the Deli King?
- Is this an offer? I'm Brazzos again?
- Uncle Brazzos.
WOMAN: We're picked up for series already.
NEIGHBOR: Sometimes, I can smell that omelet you make.
Reminds me of Lucy.
- Have you heard from her? [text bloops]
♪
CHARLES/GIRL: [singing] ♪ Loving a man like me ♪
- ♪ She's an angel in flip-flops ♪ - ♪ Pitta putta ♪
- ♪ Angel in flip-flops ♪ - ♪ Pitta putta ♪
♪ Short shorts and tank tops ♪
♪ And loving a man like me ♪
- ♪ She's an angel in flip-flops ♪ - ♪ Pitta putta ♪
♪ Stopping my teardrops ♪
♪
♪ Kisses like Pop Rocks ♪
- ♪ And loving a man like me ♪ - ♪ Pitta putta ♪
♪ Loving a man like me ♪
[deep voice] ♪ Pitta putta ♪
- [laughs] You still got it!
[echoing laugh] [rumbling]
- Is the hat wrong? Eh.
Okay, I don't care. I'm just gonna leave it.
Yeah, nope.
[deep inhale, exhale]
♪
So. Yeah.
Returning someplace after a long time
can be weird.
[phone chimes]
And I guess
how you ended up coming back and why
has a lot to do with how weird it gets.
[text bloops]
[typing, sends text]
[text bloops]
[laughs]
[phone beeps] - Still works.
[beep, typing]
[beep]
Still. Works.
[beep]
[typing, beep]
Still.
Still!
Works.
Works!
[beep]
[text bloops]
[laughing]
[typing, text bloops]
[text bloops]
[typing]
[text bloops]
Bet?
[typing]
♪
[sighs]
LUCY: And as hard as it can be to go back...
[rumbling]
sometimes, you have nowhere else to go.
[beep]
[sighs]
- First team on set?
CREW MEMBER: [walkie-talkie] First team on set. Copy that.
- Alright! Ladies and gentlemen,
Charles-Haden Savage!
[applause, cheering]
- Well, thank you!
Thank you very much! Thank you so much!
Tony! I worked with your dad!
- Oh, hey! - [laughs] Thank you!
[clapping dies down] - Cool. Let's go for blocking!
- You know, I wasn't sure this day would ever come.
I wasn't sure I'd ever be back here,
on the set of Brazzos.
- Well, you've made it. - And get to finish a story
and revisit a character that means so much not only to me,
but to the United States,
Canada, and Brazil.
- Totally. So, cool. Now, if you're ready,
let's have you take a seat in the wheelchair.
CHARLES: Yeah.
W-wheelchair?
I didn't see wheelchair in the script.
- Oh, did you not get the new pages?
The studio added some things for your character.
Nothing huge. A wheelchair. Touch of dementia.
- Dementia?
- It's this murder case you're involved in.
The studio needs to cover their ass, be able to write you out
in case you go to prison.
- I'm not going to prison.
And I didn't prepare a touch of dementia.
I need five minutes. - Wait, but everything's all set up here--
- No, this is a big thing to spring on somebody!
- W-w-wait-- [sighs]
- [muttering] Touch of dementia.
♪
- This an okay time?
- Lucy?
♪ lively theme song playing ♪
♪ vocalizing ♪
[soft yodeling]
[yodeling continues]
- Listen, Will, I-I'm not going to be able to make your rehearsal today.
- Look, Dad, please.
I-I need some help. I'm drowning over here.
I don't know how to direct. I don't know what the hell I'm doing.
- [sighs] I understand.
I'm just ridiculously jammed with this case.
WILL: [on phone] No, you don't understand, alright?
I got set pieces flying in and out of here,
I got screaming children for six straight hours,
and I'm not 100% sure, but I think the Tin Man has pinkeye.
- Honey, no one cares about the Tin Man in The Wizard Of Oz.
Just make the fattest kid the lion.
It'll kill. WILL: Wait, Dad,
- you don't under-- OLIVER: I'm gonna call you later.
[hangs up]
[drill whirring]
- Thanks...
- Could you hold that, please?
- Oliver.
[laughs]
Come in.
- Wha-- Teddy, I'll just get another one.
- Oh, don't be silly. I insist.
- Okay.
- How are you? - I-I'm... I-I'm good.
[elevator rumbling]
You're back.
- For a few months. Awaiting trial.
- Ah. I see.
So... how was prison?
[sighs]
- Actually...
Transformative.
I don't know if you know Master Han,
but he's helped me realize...
I don't have to act on my thoughts.
- Ah.
- For example, right now,
the thought of wringing your neck
really stimulates my root chakra,
but it's probably not worth losing three of my mindfulness badges.
- Ah.
[Teddy laughing] [Oliver laughing nervously]
- Th-that's... That's good...
[sighs]
And how, how is Theo?
- Also awaiting.
And angry.
He's coming by later to discuss
how best to use those feelings productively.
- Well, that-that's-- that sounds good, too. Just...
taking it all in stride. [laughs] That's...
That's all good.
[elevator dings, doors open]
- [sighs] That's me.
- Well, I guess I'll see you around.
[doors closing]
- Oh, definitely.
Because I'm going to fuck you, Oliver.
♪
- Excuse me? - I'm going to fuck you.
I'm not sure...
when or how quite yet,
but I'm going to fuck you.
Hard.
Harder than you've ever been fucked before.
In a way you won't see coming.
Until one day,
you'll slip your nubby little fingers into one of my dips
you love so much and realize...
you're choking.
Choking on a big heaping bowl...
of fuck.
[Oliver snorts]
Namaste.
[doors rattle]
[groans] [rapidly pressing button]
[echoing clang]
- So, what are you-- - So, what are-- Uh...
- No, no, you first. [laughs] You-- - No, no, you first. [laughs]
- I mean, what brings you to Manhattan?
I mean, I'm assuming you have cooler things to do than just see your old--
- To see m-my super cool TV star ex-dad sort of person?
[laughs]
No, I, uh...
I have a three-day weekend because they found out
that the AP chem teacher was cooking GHB
on school property,
and also operating a NXIVM-style sex cult.
[laughs]
I-I also figured it was a good opportunity
to escape dystopian Connecticut and culture-up in Manhatty.
- Oh, th-that's, uh...
Well, that's, um...
You excited for your mom's wedding?
- Uh, it happened.
Like, two weeks ago.
- Oh.
Was it nice?
- Nice is a... a word.
[door opens]
- Ah, he still hasn't figured out his new lock, I see.
Well, Teddy's back!
He's already plotting his revenge.
I think he's gonna kill me, bury me, dig me up, and kill me again.
MABEL: We need to deal with Nina. Howard DM'ed me
saying he has some "hot goss" on her, and he'll be here any min...
- Lucy. Uh, Oliver, Mabel.
Lucy! [Mabel and Oliver laughing]
- Oh my god, Lucy! Hi!
- Wow! How sweet.
We've heard-- well, more about you than anyone else from Charles' past.
You and his dead mysterious father. It's a tie.
- [laughs] It is so cool to meet you. I've heard your podcast,
but I usually, like, listen to it on two times speed,
and your voices are so much deeper than I thought.
- I love those pants. I had a pair-- CHARLES: Hey,
can I talk to you two for just a minute? OLIVER PUTNAM: Sure. Absolutely.
- You can play games on your telephone.
- What is she doing here? - [quietly] I don't know.
She says "just to hang."
I wanted this so badly, but I'm so unprepared.
I mean, sh-she's an older person now, and she brought a bag.
- Ooh... - Does that mean she wants to stay?
I don't understand things she says.
Can you talk to her and just find out anything?
- Why? Because I'm a girl?
- No! Because you're young.
She used the word "Manhatty,"
and you just used "hot goss."
It's like I'm watching Squid Games without subtitles.
Just... I'll give you $200.
- I'll do it free of charge. $200 on the Upper West Side
will just get me a bagel and a soy latte.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. - Okay.
- Hey, Luce! Uh, maybe you and Mabel, uh, can get to know each other a little bit,
uh, while Oliver and I, uh, do our adult business, uh, you know,
conversation thing in the other room. - [nervous laugh] Oh.
[quiet laugh]
- Hey, girl. - Hey.
Is it just me, or did "adult business thing"
sound kinda queer-coded?
- More like old-coded. So--
- It is so beyond that Charles is friends with you.
I mean, you are literally one of the coolest people on the internet right now.
- Oh... - Seriously, Bloody Mabel
is, like, my favorite thing to happen
since those baby witches tried to hex the moon.
They tore. Anyway,
I uploaded you on the DAZED 100. - On, uh, what?
- Your story is, like, just-- It's really, really inspiring.
Have you seen all that stuff on Mental Health TikTok?
- Uh...
No. So, what brings you to Charles?
- Yeah, so this TikToker, he made, like, this whole timeline of your life,
and then cross-references the various deaths, murders, etc., with the DSM-5.
Anyway, you are so lucky.
It's probably, like, so easy for you to get, like, xannies and Klonopin and stuff.
I prayed to the 100 Gecs tree to get a real diagnosis,
but my mom, she, like, hates Big Pharma, so...
- Guys? Is the adult business concluded? Please?
[gritted teeth] I'll give you $200.
- [laughs] Hey, lookie what I found.
Charles said it's an old favorite of Lucy's.
[Oliver laughing] - Is that you?
- Oh my god...
CHARLES: ♪ Walking all alone with my past in front of me ♪
♪ Lonely as a man with nowhere to go ♪
♪ Looking for the woman that the songs all promised me ♪
- It's omelet time, Lucy!
Just like the old days! Here comes the pepper.
Here comes the pepper!
♪ Angel in flip-flops ♪
- You know, this hil-- You know,
I'm such a huge fan of terrible music. How have I never heard this?
- Do you have a perm? CHARLES: Yeah, well,
make fun of it all you want,
but it was a big hit in Germany.
It went to number 83 on the charts.
And then the Berlin Wall fell, and that stopped its upward momentum.
[Oliver laughs]
- Wait, why is this so familiar?
- Oh. Wait for it.
- This was sampled by, like, 50 rap stars.
- ♪ ...on the beach ♪ - ♪ Pitta putta, pitta putta ♪
- My god, that is you! I know this!
- Yeah, it was used by, uh, by Post Malone and, uh, Missy Elliott.
- Yeah, and Del the Funky Homosapien. OLIVER: Good God,
how much money have you made from this?
- I made about, uh...
200 grand a year. [wheezes]
Yeah, you're gonna be okay. Okay, big finish!
♪ Loving a man like me... ♪
Pitta putta.
- Oh god, do you not wash these?
[Oliver snorts] [spatula clatters]
What? - Is that blood?
- Charles, please tell me
that you butchered a hog in your kitchen last night.
- Holy shit. Is this the murder weapon?
- Hold on. This is mine! CHARLES: Hey, don't touch it!
Fingerprints! - Oh.
- Th-this is my opening night gift from Macbeats,
my 1991 musical of Macbeth starring Vanilla Ice.
- What's gonna show up next? Body parts in a freezer?
- What are you guys talking about?
- Evidence keeps showing up in our apartments,
and we don't know how. I mean, first,
the painting over there, now the murder weapon?
- Lucy, you cannot be involved in this.
You have to go. Now. Sorry.
- Fine. I'll go.
To the bathroom.
- Okay, w-what is going on?
- She cannot be a part of this.
Now her fingerprints are on the murder weapon?
I'm gonna run it through the dishwasher. OLIVER: No--
- Wait! My fingerprints aren't on it!
This could prove I'm innocent! - Guys, stop!
Please, just think here. Who's ever doing this
is clearly toying with us.
I mean, if it was simply about getting us caught,
the police would be banging down that do--
[loud, rapid banging]
Why am I holding this knife?!
♪
- [sighs] Oh, good. It's open.
Guys, listen.
I am so sorry. I know that I promised hot goss, but...
this is really...
it's more of a confession.
I was not truthful about the way
I obtained my injury the night of Bunny's death.
Nina Lin punched me!
She is violent,
and after backstabbing Bunny,
I think she might have front stabbed her, too.
She will cut a bitch.
You can use that in the podcast.
Why are you all looking at me--
- Thanks for the hot goss, Howard. We gotta digest that.
- You could have just texted us,
of course. - Oh, please.
I heard the episode where you hacked into Tim Kono's phone.
Not that you would ever guess my password.
- Is it "Evelyn"?
- No.
Good day.
[all sigh]
- Alright. So, Nina Lin has a violent streak?
[object breaking]
- Lucy! Everything okay in there?!
- Maybe give her some privacy. LUCY: Just a minute!
[Oliver sniffs]
- You know, when I was a kid,
and I was in the bathroom too long,
my grammy would knock on the door and say,
"Oliver? Would you like me to come in there
and rub some Vaseline on your rectum?"
LUCY: You can come in!
♪
[creaking]
I think I know how people are getting into your apartment.
[Mabel gasps] - My god...
♪
[building creaking]
[air rushing]
- How do you know about these?
- I used to play hide and seek with Anaya from across the hall.
- Oh, right. You two got competitive.
[gasps] Oh...
These must have been used during Prohibition for moving contraband.
- Or for perving. - Ooh! Let me see.
[panting]
See, this is why I don't exercise.
- Why is that? OLIVER: 'Cause you look like that.
He's sweating like Winnie after a 10-foot walk.
- None of these passageways are on the building plans.
It's so strange. MABEL: Strange?
Is that all? You've been living here for 30 years.
Aren't you wondering what people see of you?
- Oh, he doesn't do anything. Trust me, no one's seen anything.
[beep] In a shocking development,
we've discovered... the killer's secret lair.
What lies at the center of these "Arcatacombs"?
[beep]
- Oh! Uh, don't go that way. OLIVER: Why not?
It's a dead end. You should follow me. - Follow you?
You're not a part of this. I am calling your mother.
- Uh, she does not wanna see me. Not after I skipped her wedding.
- You skipped her wedding? - Okay,
can we do family therapy later?
'Cause we're literally crawling through the walls like rats.
Lucy, how well do you know these passageways?
- Don't answer that. She is not a part of this.
- Of course, she isn't. Lucy, you are not a part of this.
But, if you were, hypothetically,
would you know how I'd get to the sixth floor?
- There's, uh, a maintenance ladder that runs next to a secret elevator
on the A-line. Hypothetically.
- Thank you. MABEL: Hey.
Where are you going?
- Well, if Teddy's plotting to screw me,
I at least want to know what to wear.
- [giggles] I like him.
♪
[water dripping]
[wood creaks]
MAN: Nina? You in here, honey?
Nina?
There you are.
- [whispers] Who's the neck? - [whispers] I don't know.
Business guy?
An MMA fighter?
A super-hot MMA fighter in a business suit?
- What's wrong, baby?
- [whispers] It sounds like it's her baby daddy.
NINA: I can't stop thinking about Bunny.
We're doing the right thing, right?
- You know as well as I do.
[sighs] She had to go.
- Bunny had to go? NINA: You're right.
MAN: Once we get that board vote,
we're home free, honey.
- God, I love you.
- I love you too, baby.
- Wait, look in the corner over there.
NINA: Mm. You smell good.
Are they cutting some sort of deal to change the Arconia?
- By putting in a giant space pod on top?
[heavy breathing, moaning] - Bunny never would have allowed that.
- That's why Bunny had to go.
[indistinct murmuring]
- Oh... [desk rattling]
- Whoa. Okay. - This is unethical.
- Hey. You still get a bloody nose.
- Oh...
MAN: Are you sure this is okay? With the baby?
NINA: Oh, it's fine. - God...
[chattering continues]
[sniffs, sighs]
[mechanical whirring, creaking]
TEDDY: Theo, stop obsessing.
Stop obsessing, please!
We can fix this, alright? You just have to trust me!
Theo? Theo!
Everything I did was to protect you.
[mouthing]
What? Don't say that.
You're my boy!
[mouthing]
What?
You got your own lawyer now?
Theo!
Theo! I'm the only one
who's been looking out for your interests!
- You're killing me! [grunts]
I have no life anymore!
[Theo breathing heavily]
- Theo. I'm sorry.
I love you... so much.
You're... all...
I care about in this world.
Theo-- [grunts]
[mouthing]
[heavy breathing]
[door opens, shuts]
[crying]
[gasping]
♪
Theo!
You're my... - Oh Jesus.
[Teddy weeping]
- What did you find out about Teddy?
- Nothing.
Except I saw him weep.
[sighing]
It was like watching Darth Vader take off his helmet.
I-I'm in a total state of shock.
I really am.
And I've never wanted to hug my son more.
Anyway, what did I miss?
- Nina wants to profit by putting a giant space pod on our building.
MABEL: Yeah, and Bunny said no,
so Nina killed her.
- But we didn't record any of that,
so now, we have to figure out how do we nail her.
LUCY: Hey.
I mean, just record her then.
Nina's super hormonal.
Seems like she's right on the edge, so
just give her a little push.
♪
ALL: Hi!
- We just came to say cheers on the new presidency
and give you a gift for your new baby! NINA: Oh.
- It's just a few artisanal things
we threw together, something from each of us.
NINA: Um, thank you.
A can of... vegan tuna,
a blanket... [recorder beeps]
baby oil, and a tennis ball.
That's wet...
- That's because I... washed it. Just for you.
We just wanted to see how you were doing, you know,
with the baby coming right on the heels of losing
your beloved mentor on the board.
- Oh god...
- And we've got her.
- The jig is up, Nina.
Time to come clean.
- [gasps] Oh my god.
I need Jared.
He's out getting last-minute baby things. OLIVER: He can't save you.
No one can save you now.
You feel bad?
Well, you should! Spill it! Spill it!
- Ooh! [liquid dripping]
Ah! [splashing]
[gasping] - Oh my god! What is happening?!
- Oh my god, it's coming!
What do I do? - Ah!
- Okay, okay. Here. Here. - No, no, no! Th-that's Winnie's blanket!
[Nina yells] - Listen. Listen. Hey, call 911.
[pained breathing] Get a chair. Get a chair.
Here. Come on, this way. Let's just sit.
[pained groaning] [phone dialing]
[panting] Here. Just squeeze this.
Squeeze this with your hand. Put this in your hand.
Squeeze this. That's right. [Nina groaning]
And now just breathe. Rapid.
[rapid breathing]
- Oh my god. What if I'm a bad mom?
- What? No! You won't be!
- But, why would you think that? Is it because you've done bad things?
- Not now! Put that away!
[labored breathing] Nina, look at me.
Look at me. - Mm?
- It's going to be okay. [Nina groans]
Yeah. Hey. Hey, who is that in that photo?
[grunts, gasps]
- My mom. - Oh, really?
Was she a good mom?
- Mm-hmm. - Yeah? And why is that?
[panting]
- She was... there for me.
[gasps] She cared. - Right.
And so will you. I mean, you'll make mistakes.
I mean, this won't be the last time your kid will scare the shit out of you.
[panting] But everything's going to be okay.
And all the hard parts will be worth it. I promise.
[pained yell]
Just breathe. Breathe, breathe, breathe.
[exhales] Yeah.
♪
[exhales, inhales]
[exhales]
NINA: I wish Bunny were here.
She was so excited to see this kid.
[gasps] Look at me!
You find her murderer
and give me five minutes in a room with that motherfucker once you do!
[screaming]
- Okay. Okay, there's a chance I may have to deliver this baby,
but don't worry. I once played an obstetric anesthesiologist
on a show called The Deliverer.
And on that show, every baby was born healthy!
[heavy breathing]
[gurney rattling] [paramedic radio chatter]
BOTH: Oh, thank God.
- Oh, Jesus.
- Take over. Ah!
Do I deliver or do I deliver?
[Nina panting]
That was the line from The Deliverer.
- Oh Jesus...
- You know, it's weird to think...
what if things had gone differently?
14C would still be my front door.
That guy would be my dad,
taking me on college visits,
worrying if I had an eating disorder,
getting it wrong when I inevitably change my pronouns.
- I get missing a really good dad.
I lost mine when I was really young.
♪
Charles reminds me of him sometimes. I think.
You can be honest with him.
Tell him the truth.
- What do you mean?
- You came here for a reason, didn't you, Lucy?
He knows that, too.
Just tell him whatever it is.
[inhales, exhales]
♪
- Well, that was a day.
I saw a deaf son silently destroy his father.
I watched Charles give a Lifetime TV movie speech about parenting,
which actually moved me.
- We got a bunch of pervs watching us.
I need to board up my apartment. [soft laugh]
- What else?
Oh, right. The murder weapon in the ceiling.
- Well, that's my cue. [sighs]
And I know exactly where I need to be right now.
MABEL: You gonna get rid of that? OLIVER: Don't you worry.
- I'm so fucking worried. Luce, it's been real.
Later! OLIVER: Yeah. So real.
And don't be a stranger, dog.
MABEL: Don't ever say that again. [door opens]
[door shuts]
- Hey, could I ask you about Jan?
- Oh, boy. Here we go. [laughs]
- No, no. Uh...
No, I just wanted to say that, uh,
when I was listening to your podcast,
she seemed like a good match to me, too.
So you shouldn't, you know, feel embarrassed about that.
You know, it always bummed me out,
thinking about you being alone after we left. And, uh...
so, I'm-- What I'm trying to say is that I just--
I hope that you find somebody someday.
And I get why Jan seemed right before everything got all crazy. [laughs]
- Well, at least I managed to top how things ended between your mom and me.
- Yeah. Mom and I were fighting. Again.
[sighs] That's why I bailed on the wedding.
She knows that I don't like him.
I mean, it-it's not...
it's not that he's a bad guy. He's just not...
- I'm sure he won't have you running around a murder investigation.
- You know, it wasn't easy.
With her.
Without you.
[sighs]
You know, it was really, really nice
to finally get a text from you, but eight years is, like...
That's, like, a really long time.
- I'm sorry.
I-I didn't know I was allowed.
Your mom said no contact.
- Well, you're allowed.
[ragged breathing]
- Okay.
- So, you know, this, um...
this is why, out of the five dads that I have had,
you are...
you are by far my favorite.
- I'll take that.
♪
- Pitta putta, pitta putta.
[giggles]
[kids chattering] [blows whistle]
- Kids! Let's get our head in the game, alright?
The yellow tape equals
the Yellow Brick Road. Follow it.
Nobody's even listening to me.
- Well, if it isn't the greatest director in North Jersey.
- Hey, Dorothy. [roars]
- Will, you put a skinny kid in the lion suit?
Do you listen at all?
- Just please help. - Hey, kids!
I have a bag of Skittles for anyone who stands on the Yellow Brick Road.
[laughter, chatter]
This is what they used to do with Judy Garland,
except it was a bag of amphetamines.
- Hmm.
- Thank you for never giving up on me, Willy.
Ooh.
- Oh shit. We're gonna need more Skittles.
- There you go.
- Straight to Connecticut. No detours!
Um...
Say hello to your mom for me.
- Hey, um...
You know the night of the wedding, was the same night you got arrested.
And instead of going to the church, I-I tried coming here to see you.
[typing] CHARLES [distant] At my place,
I got a nice bottle of wine in the fridge. MABEL [distant] No,
we need champagne for a toast. [elevator dings]
I mean, look, you get the cheeses,
Oliver's just gonna hoard all the dips [text chimes]
so I guess I could do something else, but...
♪
[typing]
[sends text] - Okay.
MABEL: Should we do it at my place? CHARLES: Well, I have furniture.
Well, I'm glad you didn't.
I wouldn't have wanted you anywhere near here that night.
[elevator dings, doors open]
[unlocking]
[keys jingling]
[sighs, sniffs]
[creaking]
[thud]
LUCY: So, yeah.
Returning someplace after a long time
can be weird.
Things seem smaller, emptier.
And I guess how you ended up coming back
and why has a lot to do
with how weird things get.
[Bunny screaming] [struggling]
[Mrs. Gambolini screeching] [thud]
[scraping, clicking]
♪
Oh!
[breathing heavily]
[footsteps]
[quiet gasping]
[loud sneezing]
[panting] [walking away]
♪
[panting]
You know, I really came here because I'm worried about you.
- You don't have to worry about me. - No, I do.
I do. There is some real shit going on in this building, Charles,
and you need to get tougher.
You need to find them before they find you.
- This is the second time recently I put someone in a car,
feeling like they know more than I do.
- I-I don't really know what that means, but...
maybe you should do something about that feeling.
- No detours!
♪
[thunder rumbles]
[closes phone]
[thunder continues]
[fence rattling]
Well, unknown caller.
I need your help with something.
- Hello, Charles. I've missed you.
[thunder rumbling]
♪
[rumbling fades]
♪