02x03 - The Butler Didn't

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Previously on SurrealEstate.

- [MYSTERIOUS SCORE]

- My name is Kit Rampart.

You're threatened. You feel more like

Kit the Spirit Stalker

than you want to admit.

Worst part is the silence.

Tell me about it. Tempting offer.

[ZOOEY] Nah. I have a feeling

this real estate thing's gonna work out.

I found a beautiful house

that brings it all back.

Susan, you took what we

do and you color-coded it.

There's nothing magical

about your process.

I'll take it from here.

What are you going to do?

Rat me out to Zooey again?

You were a condescending,

dismissive jerk.

[SUSAN] The new Luke seems

defensive, territorial.

But on issues like this, you need to

check in with me on everything.

You might want to think

about doing things our way.

I love this property.

I mean, I love all my

listings but this one is

It's special.

[TOLLIVER] It is that.

Don't get me wrong, we

love working with you

and I am certain we

will find you a buyer.

I hope so.

But I have to ask: Why are you selling?

You've only been here less than a year.

I assume you own a home.

Yeah. A brand new one.

Well, new to me.

- And you love it, don't you?

- Mm-hm.

Well, you're lucky.

This place and I never

never quite [SIGHS]

connected.

Oh, I better make myself scarce.

Oh, you don't have to

Mm-hm.

[CAR DOOR OPENS]

You must be Emmett and Mandy! I'm Susan.

Hi. What a lovely place.

Oh, you are in for a treat!

It's not often we come

across a heritage property

that has been so gracefully modernized.

Well, our place is so small.

Imagine having room to breathe!

To stretch out! To entertain!

Just wait until you see

the updated gourmet kitchen.

We could finally do

Thanksgiving dinner at our place.

Get ready to fall in love.

How's this for a first impression?

Imagine hosting family

celebrations here,

holidays, or just

having friends drop in.

- [DRAMATIC BOOM]

- [GASPS]

- [SCREAMS]

- [OPENING THEME PLAYS]

[PANICKED BREATHS]

[MAN SCREAMING]

[SLURPING]

[GENTLE SCORE]

[SIGH]

She never pulled that stunt

with anyone else before.

Just me.

I don't suppose they'll

be putting in an offer.

Oh, I don't think so, no.

I heard that the Roman

Agency specialized in

stuff like this.

- We do. Um

- [CLEARS THROAT]

It is nice to have a little

heads up before we start

bringing people through.

- Of course. I'm sorry.

- [SIGHS]

Like I say, it's the first time

it's happened to anyone but me.

Do you think you can help?

We can try.

I'll talk to my people

and get back to you.

Any idea who she might be?

It's an old house.

Probably someone who once lived here.

Right up until she didn't.

[DEEP SIGH]

The house was built in 1934;

Only four owners prior to Tolliver.

Who goes through all the

trouble of planning a wedding

just to pull the plug on the day?

I'd be more prone to self-harm

at the actual proposal.

Drew is such a nice man.

Imagine moving into a

house you thought you loved

and having to deal with that.

Do we have any way to reach out to her?

In fact, I do.

Something new.

Well, let's take it for a spin.

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

Nice place. What's the square footage?

Just under 7,000.

Bedrooms?

Four. I emailed you all of this.

Must have missed it.

Well, you need to organize

your inbox folders.

I'll get right on that.

Where is Mr. Tolliver?

He said he'd be here.

You have the code for

the lockbox, don't you?

[TENSE SCORE]

Mr. Tolliver?

Mr. Tolliver, it's Susan Ireland.

I guess this is where

she generally hangs.

I'm going to check the kitchen.

Go ahead. I'll check out,

uh, August's walkie-talkie.

[DRAMATIC BOOM]

[APPROACHING FOOTSTEPS]

Must've stepped out.

Why do all of August's machines

look like what people in 1953

thought machines in

1997 would look like?

Well, he explained it to me once.

Apparently the other

side is way more sensitive

to the analog stuff than the digital.

But you don't need to understand it.

- [STATIC]

- Just do it.

[UNINTELLIGIBLE MALE VOICE]

Hello.

- [UNINTELLIGIBLE VOICES]

- Hello?

Hello?

Something happened.

[GASP]

m*rder*d.

Did you hear that?

- Oh.

- What did she say?

[SCREAMING]

m*rder*d!

But you hanged yourself.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no. m*rder*d!

What is keeping you here?

What do you want and what do you need?

- [STATIC]

- [GARBLED VOICES]

I

have the man.

You have the man?

What man?

T-T-T-T

olliver!

Where is Mr. Tolliver?

He was m-m-mine.

Find

m*rder*d me.

You don't know who k*lled you?

I m*rder*d

me

Or

Tolliver hangs!

[DRAMATIC BOOM]

Who are you?

Who m*rder*d

me ee.

k*ller or-or

T-T-T-Tolliver

hang by the neck!

- [HIGH-PITCHED WHINE]

- [SCREAMING]

- Ahh

- What?

[DRAMATIC SCORE]

So, what happens now?

I guess we find a k*ller

or we lose a client.

The hard way.

- [GENTLE SCORE]

- [BIRDS CHIRPING]

This is why we can't have nice things.

Well, see if you can fix it.

It worked okay until it overheated.

[AUGUST SIGHS]

No respect.

So, somebody m*rder*d her and

made it look like a suicide?

Apparently.

Look, I don't have to tell

any of you what it's gonna do

to our reputation if

another one of our clients

Our reputation?

- Our reputation's more important

- at the hands of a problem

than that nice man's life?

- I don't think that I said that!

- [ZOOEY] Okay!

What I don't understand is how

she doesn't know who did it.

She was there.

I guess if she was pushed.

You know, the dead are just like us;

They block out unpleasant experiences.

But it explains why she's still

hanging around.

[ZOOEY GIGGLES]

She can't move on until

she knows "who done it."

So, if we clear up the m*rder

We clear out the house and we

save a client in the bargain.

All right, I'll do a deep dive

into past owners, as well as

see who knew the bride when

she used to rock and roll.

I'll check the first floor.

I'll take the second.

I'll take the top floor.

Let's circle back in an hour.

Let's go.

[MODERATE SCORE]

- [EERIE SCORE]

- [INDISTINCT VOICES]

So, I looked behind the picture;

There was this hidden compartment.

These were inside. It's like

she wanted us to find them.

Ooh. Diaries, secrets,

innermost thoughts from

someone named Genevieve.

- Genevieve. It's a start.

- Divide and conquer.

We all take a diary home

and look at it tonight.

We'll compare notes tomorrow.

Gimme one for August. He loves to read.

[GENTLE SCORE]

Hey! Luke!

[SCORE FADES OUT]

Um, I just wanted to

run something by you.

Right. Um

I was thinking about getting

my real estate license.

- Really?

- Yeah.

You know, I just thought

how hard could it be, right?

Good point. Seriously,

you should totally do

it. You'd be great at it.

So, you'd hire me as an agent?

In a heartbeat.

Okay. Thank you.

Based on your response,

I have another thing to tell you.

- [CROW CAWS]

- [GENTLE SCORE]

- I got my license today.

- Really?

I've been studying for the last

three months and then I took

Well, that's great! Congratulations.

Oh!

[CLEARS THROAT] Thank you.

So did you mean it about hiring me?

You're already hired.

I mean, we'll have to figure out

what this means as far

as staffing and all.

Maybe you can transition

a little at a time?

Yeah, yeah. Whatever works.

Regardless,

I am super proud of you.

Actually,

me too.

Kinda. Whatever. Okay, bye!

[SEAGULLS SQUAWKING]

[SCORE TURNS DARKER]

- [HOUSE CHIMES]

- [SUSAN SIGHS]

[HOUSE] Welcome home, Susan.

[GENTLE SCORE]

[PIANO PLAYING]

[SUSAN'S MOM] You loved that house.

[SUSAN] It was bright and cheerful

and I would just lie there and daydream.

That was the one summer

Daddy wasn't away at work.

Mm.

I would just lie in the sunshine and

And listen to him play piano.

That was a good summer.

- [DRAMATIC BOOM]

- [GASP]

[CLEARS THROAT]

[GASPS] sh*t!

Ah, what happened to the alarm?

Oh, House, what time was the alarm set?

Your alarm is set for 6:15 PM.

No! I meant 6:15 AM!

Alarm is now set for 6:15 AM.

[LIVELY SCORE]

House, unlock the door.

House!

[EXPELS BREATH]

[CHIMES]

[CREEPY SCORE]

[WHOOSHING]

[GENTLE SCORE]

- Anybody heard from Susan?

- Uh-uh.

Okay, so, let's get started.

All right.

Our Genevieve is one Genevieve Wilson,

age 49 when she apparently

hanged herself from the banister

a few hours after

marrying her third husband.

Now, the police

wrote it off as a suicide

once they found her note.

Genevieve she was

kind of a celebrity.

She wrote a bunch of books

on the joys of parenting.

She taught a generation

how to raise their kids.

Now, according to the police report,

most of the guests

had already gone home;

Only four remained in the house.

So, if Genevieve was m*rder*d,

it had to be one of them.

Let's meet our contestants.

[ENERGETIC CELLO SCORE]

Save some wine for

the rest of the guests.

Let's get this picture

taken so we can all go home.

[BOTH LAUGHING]

[PHIL] Marilyn Bates,

Genevieve's editor and closest friend.

Oh, Judy, for Heaven's

sakes, will you stop fussing?

Judy Renault,

her long-time personal assistant.

We are always working.

Nathaniel Hingston, her teenage son

by way of husband number two.

He wrote a tell-all memoir

about his mom in the 90s.

Now, I sent you all a digital copy.

Thank you.

Find a spot.

Oh, there he is!

And batting cleanup

Mr. Arthur Aldean,

freshly minted husband number three.

Moment, and there you

are; You are perfect.

Thank you, Marilyn.

Now, all their testimony was the same:

As the party was winding down,

they all decided to

take one final portrait.

- [CAMERA FLASH]

- [DRAMATIC BOOM]

Then Genevieve excused

herself and went upstairs.

It was less than an hour later

that she came back down

the express route.

It's gotta be the husband,

says every true crime podcast ever.

Now, in her diary,

she said Arthur loved her unreservedly.

The diary I read was mostly

about her son Nathaniel;

What a disappointment he was.

Nathaniel still lives in town.

I emailed him last night but

I don't expect a response.

That memoir was pretty brutal.

My diary, Genevieve was pretty

sure everybody loved her.

Especially someone named

"W." A secret lover.

Let's stick to the suspects

we know were there that night.

Listen to this:

I just got an email back

from the son, Nathaniel.

He's agreed to come in

and talk to us tonight.

I don't know.

He seemed pretty creepy in the diary.

- [PHONE VIBRATING]

- I'm sure he's grown up now.

Susan just texted me.

She stopped by the Tolliver house

in between showings.

Well, was he there?

No.

But I think the bride

is getting impatient.

[DRAMATIC SCORE FLOURISH]

[GENTLE SCORE]

A little reminder of

what's going to happen

to poor Mr. Tolliver if

we don't figure this out.

We can't let that happen.

Find anything interesting in your diary?

Soft-core porn about somebody named W.

Yeah, he shows up everywhere.

She said some pretty awful things

about Nathaniel, too. Her son?

Oh, yeah. I forgot to tell you

Sounded like he was a monster!

Lighting fires, torturing animals.

Ah! Oh, my God! I bet he did it!

- Luke, he's the k*ller!

- [ELEVATOR ARRIVING CHIME]

Hold that thought.

Hi there. May I help you?

I'm here to see a Mr. Orley.

My name is Nathaniel Hingston.

Oh! You're the son! Hiya, Nate!

Nathaniel.

I will go get him for you.

Can I get you something to drink?

Do you have any two percent milk?

Um No.

Then I'm fine.

[FOOTSTEPS RECEDING]

You're joking.

I'm afraid not. She's in the house

and she says she was m*rder*d.

She's taken the poor

man who owns the house

and is threatening to k*ll him

if we don't figure this out.

[HEARTY LAUGHTER]

Mama drama ding-dong.

What can you tell us about

that night, the night she died?

Oh, God.

Judy was

She was my mother's assistant.

Judy had climbed down off the cross

long enough to clear the dishes.

In her diary, your mother called Judy

"her good right hand."

Only if Mother's left hand

was holding a fondue fork

to repeatedly poke out Judy's eyes!

Mother loathed weakness and Judy was

weak.

But, Nate, in your memoir you said

My name is Nathaniel!

And yes, I lost my

virginity to Judy.

Excuse me.

You are

You are a Sagittarius, yes?

- I'm an Aries.

- Ah! I knew it.

May I smell your hair?

Oh, I'd rather you didn't. Mm.

[WHISPERING] Maybe later.

Yes, Judy took my cherry.

A rather Herculean task.

And then she proceeded to blackmail me!

Cost me tens of thousands in allowance!

I could have slit her throat.

An Aries?

Are you sure?

Pretty sure.

Mm-hm.

Okay.

Anyway, Judy had neither

the outright skills

nor the can-do attitude to k*ll anyone.

Besides, this was a fairly small matter

relative to Marilyn's

ongoing affair with A-arthur.

- Sorry, what?

- Pardon me?

Oh, yes! Arthur was playing

hide the hamster with Marilyn

the entire time he was courting Mother.

Shockingly disloyal.

Made me want to toast them

both with a crystal flute

of drain cleaner and watch

as they slowly liquified.

Do you know someone

your mother called W?

[LAUGHS] Her boy toy.

Her refuge,

for when Arthur couldn't find the lead

in his Number Two Ticonderoga.

But in her diary,

Genevieve said that she loved him.

He wasn't love. He was

exercise. If I thought he was

a serious contender for my new daddy,

I'd have taken a pair of

bolt cutters to his little

Okay, Nathaniel, I think

we get the gist of it.

Thank you so much for coming by.

You're judging me. I feel it.

But you don't know what it's like

to be a mother's "proof of concept."

If I seriously thought

she was back in the world,

back in my life, I might

k*ll every last one of you,

and turn the g*n on myself.

- [DRAMATIC BOOM]

- Whoa, whoa, whoa!

[SUSAN] Now, just a minute, Nathaniel.

- Hmm.

- [LOCKS OPEN]

[LUKE] You really don't need to do this.

[TENSE SCORE]

[TENSE SCORE FADES OUT]

[SIGH]

[GENTLE SCORE]

For you.

It's autographed.

In my own blood.

How special. Thank you.

[SNIFFS DEEPLY]

- [SHUDDERING SIGH]

- Exquisite.

I think "the mommy that raised America"

should have taken a

few more personal days.

I feel unsafe.

The man's a carnival ride

with a loose bolt on a

tight downhill turn.

So, it's him, right? We agree?

He's definitely the k*ller.

So, we gonna tell Genevieve

now or wait 'til Mother's Day?

[GENTLE SCORE]

Something about this just feels wrong.

He totally did it.

He sniffed my hair.

Let's think this through.

It is possible that

Nathaniel left the room.

[DRAMATIC CELLO SCORE]

Went into his mother's room

Then he choked her with the golden rope.

[ROPE CREAKING]

He wrote the suicide note

carried his mom to the stairwell

[DRAMATIC BOOMS]

[DISCORDANT CELLO SCORE]

- [CELLO SCORE FADES OUT]

- And

- [GENTLE SCORE]

- scene.

Phil, can we take

another look at that note?

I wonder if he inherited

a bunch of money.

No. Genevieve left her entire estate

to a Shetland pony rescue

in the Outer Hebrides.

Stiffed everyone, including Nate.

- [AUGUST] Nathaniel.

- Hm?

Luke called him Nate and he

was corrected immediately.

Oh, yeah, I did the same

thing when he first came in.

Wants to be referred to as Nathaniel.

So, it's pretty doubtful

that he would refer to himself

as Nate in a suicide note.

Can you put up the

wedding picture again?

- Mm-hm.

- The one with the final four.

Yup. Still a creep.

He sniffed

- my hair!

- I know. I'm so sorry.

So, if it wasn't Nathaniel,

who could it be?

What about Judy? The assistant.

In his book, Nathaniel said

he told Judy he wasn't going

to pay her blackmail anymore.

[DRAMATIC CELLO SCORE]

Maybe Judy went upstairs to tell all,

they got in a fight,

and she choked Genevieve

with the golden rope.

Judy had been answering her

fan mail for years, so

the suicide note was easy and

you know the rest.

- [CELLO SCORE FADES OUT]

- [GENTLE SCORE FADES IN]

Yeah, I'm not buying it.

See, I still like the

husband for the thing. Arthur.

Nah. He walks with a cane.

There's no way that

he could drag Genevieve

and toss her over the side.

Not on his own! Hear me out:

So, Marilyn is hammered, right?

And she can't think of

a more delicious irony

than to do the groom

on his wedding night.

[DRAMATIC CELLO SCORE]

But before Arthur could, you know,

toss the bouquet

Genevieve comes in.

Oh!

Arthur!

Marilyn!

So, they tandem-choke Genevieve

Marilyn ghostwrites the suicide note

they lug her to the

staircase, one on each end,

- and they toss her over.

- [DRAMATIC BOOM]

Teamwork makes the dream work, baby.

- [CELLO SCORE ENDS]

- Just wait a minute:

Police report said these four people

were the last ones in the house.

- That's right.

- One of them has to be a k*ller.

So, who took the picture?

[EERIE SCORE]

[GENTLE SCORE]

Yes! Yes, ah, Mr. Hingston,

it's Susan Ireland from

The Aries. Yes.

Um, Mr. Hings

Nathaniel.

- I hate you all.

- [SNICKERING]

So, Nathaniel, um,

there is that photograph

of you all on the night of your mother's

wedding-slash-tragic

death and I was wondering

if you could remember who took it?

Mm-hm. Thanks,

it's actually a Swedish

shampoo called Jordgubbe.

[SNICKERING]

Um, so the photo, do you remember who

Okay.

You've been incredibly

helpful, Nathaniel. Thank you.

No, I'm actually moving

out of the country.

Mm-hm.

Forever.

Mm-hm. Yeah. Okay. Goodbye.

So?

He couldn't remember

exactly who took the photo,

but it was somebody on the staff.

Gardener or housekeeper.

- Great.

- Actually, I found her personnel records

when I was checking out Judy.

It had a full staff listing.

See if anything jumps out at you.

Figuratively speaking.

[GENTLE SCORE]

Phil, Hey. Whaddaya got?

So, um

checked those personnel records.

I thought that was a dead end?

Yeah, not exactly. Look at this.

Warden G. Oliver?

Yeah, he was a gardener.

He worked for Genevieve

for about six months before she was wed.

And dead.

He quit on this date? Are you sure?

Yeah; Day after the wedding.

Look, um,

I know you really

like this Tolliver guy.

- He is a sweet old man

- Andrew Tolliver.

Warden Oliver.

And it always gets my

attention when things rhyme.

Think my mother was

traumatized by a greeting card

when I was in utero.

You don't think there's some connection?

The secret lover? W? Warden?

Could be a coincidence.

Warden is an anagram for Andrew.

[SIGH]

Thought you should know.

[LUKE] So, Phil told me about Tolliver.

Kinda makes sense.

Nothing makes sense.

Luke, I don't know.

Could we just talk about it tomorrow?

[DRAMATIC BOOM]

[DRAMATIC BOOMS]

[TENSE SCORE]

You're here!

You're back

Miss Ireland.

So glad you're all right.

Where have you been?

Right where we are now.

[GENTLE SCORE]

In your dreams.

How did you find me?

Your new house.

It has more magic than you know.

I don't understand.

I know. It's terribly confusing.

And I'm sorry, but here we are.

You k*lled Genevieve.

[SUCKS TEETH]

I offer no defense.

Only an understanding.

I was 22.

Do you remember 22?

She was

[GENTLE GASP]

Amazing.

Beautiful.

Powerful.

And she noticed me.

Me

someone who dug holes and

filled them up for a living.

What we had was wrong.

All I know is our time together

was the happiest I've been,

before or

or since.

I used to call her my baby doll.

But I told her that we

couldn't be together anymore.

She'd thought that she

could be married to Arthur,

enjoy his money, his station

and still be with me?

I told her no.

I didn't respect myself much, but, God!

More than that.

Then came the drama.

[SOBBING]

- What are you doing?

- Stay away from me.

- We can talk about this.

- Don't come near me!

No! No, don't come near

me! You're k*lling me!

[DRAMATIC SCORE]

I asked myself a thousand

time if she really jumped.

No, get away from me!

Ahh!

- No!

- [DRAMATIC BOOMS]

[DRAMATIC BOOM]

[CREAKING]

[TENDER SCORE]

[LOUD CREAKING]

[TOLLIVER] I panicked.

Typed up a suicide note,

snuck out the back steps and

quit the next day.

Moved to New Mexico, changed my name.

Speculated in land

development, did quite well.

Sent almost all of my money to that

that charity in the Outer Hebrides.

Somewhere out there there's a

herd of Shetland ponies

with quite a portfolio.

[CHUCKLES]

But the guilt

Never went away.

So, when this house came

up for sale last year,

I bought it.

I thought it might stop the nightmares.

But they just got worse.

Genevieve wasn't asking

you to find her k*ller.

She was trying to tell you that I

was the k*ller.

That's how she sees me.

That's what I am.

But I loved her.

[TENDER SCORE]

Miss Ireland, God, how I loved her.

What can we do?

Some mistakes you never stop paying for.

But at last someone knows the truth.

At last I can be at peace.

Nothing is impossible, Mr. Tolliver.

Not in my dreams.

[CHUCKLES]

- [DRAMATIC BOOM]

- [GASP]

- [HOUSE CHIMING]

- Off.

- [HOUSE CHIMING]

- House!

- [HOUSE CHIMING]

- Off! Turn it off!

- [RISING CHIMES]

- 6:15 alarm is terminated.

[GENTLE SCORE]

[SIGH]

[SOFT FLUTTERING]

You are a kind soul.

Hm. So I'm told.

Oh, you got another call

from that Rochelle something.

- Sent her to your voicemail.

- Thank you.

- [SCORE FADES OUT]

- Is there a story there?

None that I care to tell.

Okay.

What's that supposed to be?

Like, a satellite dish, or ?

[CLICK]

Not unlike.

And who's supposed to wear it?

I would imagine Luke.

It may help to restore

a bit of his intuition.

Just don't mess with his hair.

It's like a World Heritage Site.

We need to talk to her again.

- It was an accident!

- Says the k*ller himself!

Susan, if we learned

anything in the past few days,

that everybody sees everything

through their own lens.

They rationalize. They prevaricate.

- They lie?

- They lie!

And, frankly, they know an

easy mark when they see one.

So, there's no redemption.

No hope. No matter how much regret,

how good a life you've lived otherwise,

no matter how many Shetland ponies

you put through college.

I want to try.

Let's get August's new

and improved radio thing

and try talking to Genevieve, please.

[SIGH]

- [GENTLE SCORE]

- [BIRDS CHIRPING]

Just let me do the talking.

Don't you think

I got a little more experience

in these kinds of situations?

Luke, if you could still

do what you used to do

we wouldn't be here, would we?

[STATIC]

I know what to say.

[STATIC]

[CLICK]

Genevieve,

I know you're here and

I know you can hear me.

[TENSE SCORE]

I understand you, Genevieve.

A woman in business,

working twice as hard

to get half as far. I see you!

You got used by a lot of men.

Three husbands; Nathaniel.

[TENDER SCORE]

But Warden was different.

He didn't want anything but to love you.

He didn't m*rder you,

it was an accident,

so you need to move on.

And let him do the same.

He loved you, Genevieve.

Granted, the age

difference and power dynamic

could have been a lot better, but

he didn't want anything from you.

Except you.

Set him free.

He is

free.

[GASP]

[SCORE FADES OUT]

Hey.

You okay?

Mm-hm.

Spoke to the paramedic.

Said Tolliver suffered a heart attack.

Probably happened so fast,

he didn't even realize

I think I need to take some time.

[GENTLE SCORE]

Yeah, why I'm always telling you

to find a better work-life balance.

This isn't about balance.

It's about getting out of here

and reassessing my life.

I worked for a horrible

boss, Bob Livingston.

I was enveloped by him,

controlled by him and

called it a relationship.

And now I'm here working

for you and it's starting

to feel like the second

verse of a really shitty song.

I don't particularly like

being mentioned in that company.

Well, tough, Luke!

Try, just really dig deep

and endeavor to imagine a world

where it isn't all about you.

[SIGH]

I will see you all at

the bowling fundraiser

that you volunteered me to organize.

In the meantime, I am going

home to my wonderful new house.

I'm going to spend some

time there, dress it up

and think about whether I

need a new life to match.

[RUSTLING LEAVES]

["YOU FOUND ME" PLAYS]

[FEMALE SINGER] Home ♪

I'm finally home ♪

My heart is a compass ♪

And you are the road ♪

Somehow ♪

I've always known ♪

There was a lighthouse ♪

Guiding me through the storm ♪

In this endless sea ♪

You rescued me ♪

I was on my knees when you found me ♪

But you found me ♪

I am not alone now ♪

Because you found me ♪

Home ♪

[SURF CRASHES]

I'm finally home ♪

[FLUTTERING]

[GENTLE SCORE]

[RAIN PATTERING]

[QUIET CHIMES]

- Hello?

- Hello, Susan.

The hot water for your herbal tea

is available in the kitchen.

There's something about home.

[SCORE TURNS DARKER]

[BEEPING]

[SCORE FADES OUT]