02x11 - The Client

[bunniefuu]

GIRL: Oh, my God.

I can't even with Heather anymore.

GIRL : I know, right? She's so thirsty.

I mean, look at this picture
she just posted.

#NoFilter, my ass.

- Where the hell are all your pores?
- Yeah, I bet she walks around

- in chromogenic lighting all day, too.
- (BOTH LAUGH)

- Can I use your phone to check my notifs?
- (SCOFFS)

You need to get your own phone.

- I have my own phone. See?
- (SPEAKS FRENCH)

- Yeah, tell that to my...
- (PHONE RINGS)

...parents.

Hello?

WOMAN: Hey, sweetie.

Can you stop by the pharmacy

and pick up some Bingeman
daytime cough medicine?

We're out.

What? No. Ang and I are hanging out.

You said we could. This was planned.

I know, sweetie,

but Nolan woke up sick.

I have work to do and... (CHUCKLES)

Nolan won't let Dad leave him alone.

Hey, don't tell her that.

Yeah. Okay, sure.

I'll see you tomorrow, I guess.

Yeah.

(SHOUTING IN FRENCH)

Home.

Mom?

Dad?

Mom!

Dad!

Nolan?

(LINE RINGING)

Come on.

Come on, Aunt Sylvia, come on.

(PHONE RINGING)

SYLVIA (RECORDED): You've reached Sylvia.

Please leave a message.

(LINE BEEPS)

♪ ♪

WOMAN: Crisis Resolution.

I need your help.

I just want to make sure I understand.

Your parents said not to call the police?

No. They said never call them.

Doesn't sound like
strong parental advice.

Yeah? You got kids?

My parents aren't big on-on the Man.

You know? My-my dad said
that he's always watching us

and that extends to the cops, too.

Said something bad could happen
if we called them.

OLIVER: Being scared that “something ba”"

will happen if you call the police,

you don't find that strange?

Look, my-my parents
are just overprotective.

And they said that
if anything bad ever happened,

just forget about the cops and
grab this bag, call Aunt Sylvia

and do whatever she told us to do.

But Aunt Sylvia never answered?

Do you know your Aunt Sylvia well?

I met her once

when I was, like, five, maybe.

ZARA: I can't find any signs

of forced entry, but there was
definitely a struggle here.

The parents and brother
didn't go willingly.

Hmm. A ton of Web blockers on this.

ZARA: Really?

Yeah, they obviously
didn't want their kids

looking at the wrong stuff.

Hmm. I'm sure the teenage
daughter loves that.

Mm-hmm.

And this $ , is
all that was in the bag?

Are you sure about that?

You sure about that scarf?

(COUGHING NEARBY)

TAYLOR: Nolan?

(COUGHING CONTINUES) Nolan?

Thank God. What happened?

Come on, buddy. Say something.

Nolan, why won't you say anything?

You guys feel like a drink?

Coffee, perhaps?

- Aah!
- Stop!

We told you where to find it.

Boss. It's where they said it was.

In a boathouse, half hour east.

WOMAN: Is it all there?

What's this?

grand.

Where's the rest?

It's been ten years. It's gone.

- (GRUNTS)
- No! No!

(COUGHS)

You can t*rture us all you want.

We can't give you what we don't have.

I'm not gonna t*rture you, honey.

You'll never find our kids.

Oh. Aunt Sylvia's not in any position

to look after them now.

ERIC: Nolan, the people who were here,

did you see them?

I don't know what's wrong with him.

Usually he won't shut up.

Come on, buddy.

- You have to say something.
- OLIVER: He can't. He's in shock.

Going through what's called
reactive mutism.

It's what happens when someone witnesses

or experiences something...

Witnesses or experiences something what?

Bad? Traumatic?

There's blood on the blankets.

My brother was hiding
and my-my parents are missing.

I don't think there's a point
in censoring yourselves anymore.

ZARA: We've tried your Aunt Sylvia

several times.

There's still no answer.

Eric, we should just call the police.

TAYLOR: No.

- No cops.
- CYNTHIA: Sweetie, our job isn't

to find people; it's to get them back.

- Then get them back.
- ERIC: Nolan,

why don't you go show Zara
and Cynthia your room?

Sure they'd be interested
to take a quick look around.

And Taylor, um,

let's go make you guys a snack.

I'm sure you're starving.

I bet you're a PB & J type of guy, huh?

Come on. Lead the way.

OLIVER: What are,
what are your folks like?

I don't know.

Fine, I guess.

I mean, I love them, but they're boring.

You know, they never let us do anything.

Always have to be home after school.

No extracurricular activities,
no social media.

They're just...

Oppressive?

Well, they're not North Korea,
but yeah, I guess.

Is there something you're
not telling us, Taylor?

You seem a little tense.

Dude, my parents are missing.

I'm sorry if I'm not chill,

but I hired you, remember?

Why would I hide anything from you?

I don't know, dude, but I'm a profiler.

It's my job... the one
that you hired me to do,

as you so kindly pointed out...

and your micro-expressions tell me

that you're holding something back.

(SCOFFS)

We really need to implement

a minimum age requirement for clients.

This was also in the bag.

It's from my last birthday.

Where was this taken?

Uh, our favorite ice cream shop.

Turn it over.

ERIC: “Get Nolan his favorite ice cream,

“tell Aunt Sylvia,

remember your locket
and watch your back.”

This is so confusing. What does it mean?

- Is it a riddle?
- Could be.

My parents are nerds.

They love games, puzzles, brain teasers.

They say that they prepare
you for real-life problems.

CYNTHIA: What are you doing here, skiing?

Wow. Okay.

Is that your sister?

Instructing the kids
never to talk to the police,

leaving them with a bag filled with money

suggests that they...

The parents were expecting
this to happen one day.

And made a plan for when it did.

(PHONE RINGS)

- I got it, I got it.
- No, no, no.

Taylor, wait, wait, wait a second.

Put it on speaker, watch me for cues

and say as little as possible.

Okay?

Hello?

WOMAN: Taylor, dear, it's Sylvia.

Oh, Aunt Sylvia, thank God. I couldn't...

Are you and your brother okay?

Yeah, we're fine. Scared, but...

Are you and your brother at home?

Um, yeah.

But where are Mom and Dad?
What-what do we do?

Oh, nothing, sweetie. You just sit tight

and I'll send a car to pick you up.

Anybody else there?

Uh, no.

No, it's just us. Oh, good.

Now, don't worry. Everything's fine.

See you soon, dear.

ERIC: That wasn't

- Aunt Sylvia.
- I used software on my laptop

to trace the call; you said your
Aunt Sylvia's from New York,

but that call came from

a Boston area cell phone.

And the measured way which she spoke

didn't indicate sincerity at all.

She was sussing out the situation.

So, whoever it was, they're on their way

over here, looking for you two.

ERIC: Yeah. Yeah,
that's what it seems like.

Whoever abducted your parents
wants something from them.

Perhaps your mom and dad aren't
willing to give it to them,

and they think that threatening you

is going to change their minds.

What do they want from my parents?

The grand? Advice on beige pants?

Well, we... we don't know that yet.

Whatever it is, I'm guessing it's related

to the message on the back of this photo,

which means it's something

other than the money in the garage.

You guys are gonna cr*ck the code

in order to help us find it.

We'll start with the ice cream shop.

And make sure to pack a few things.

There's no telling how long we'll be.

(GRUNTS)

CYNTHIA: Taylor.

Uh, coming!

CYNTHIA: You ready?

Uh, yep.

- Hey, you okay?
- Mm-hmm.

(DOOR CHIMES)

Okay, Nolan, what'll it be?

Oh, his favorite is strawberry
mint with sprinkles,

and waffle cone, right?

Sounds good, I guess.

Taylor, what are you gonna have?

Oh, man, I can't eat right now.

(CLERK SPEAKS FRENCH)

Hi, I'd like a strawberry mint
ice cream with sprinkles

in a waffle cone, s'il vous plaît.

OLIVER: Your parents wanted to make sure,

no matter what happened,

you'd be safe.

I guess they were wrong.

Hey. You're still safe.

What is it?

“Get Nolan his favorite ice cream,

“tell Aunt Sylvia, remember your locket

and watch your back.”

“Lock et clé”
means “lock and key,” but look.

Leave out the “clé,”
and it says “locket.”

TAYLOR: The manager said unit .

OLIVER: It's right over here.

Fifty one.

Any ideas?

No, the answer's got to be in this photo.

“Remember your locket
and watch your back.”

(CYNTHIA CLEARS THROAT) “Watch your...”

You see how prominently your watch

is displayed in this photo?

It's almost like it was staged.

CYNTHIA: Huh. It wasn't.

CYNTHIA: Well, as far as you knew.

It's my birthday.

- - - .
- It's our way in.

A hockey bag.

Have you guys seen this before?

No.

(EXHALES)

ZARA: Okay, this doesn't make any sense.

- What's that?
- I've run background on the Thomases,

and I still can't find any record of them

going back further than or years.

No passports, employment histories,

driver's licenses.

Nothing from Hartford, huh?

No, it's like...

They never existed.

ERIC: Heads up.

Here we go.

Blue van.

Doesn't look like someone
who's calling the sh*ts.

No.

Most likely working for whoever is.

(CAR DOOR OPENS)

ZARA: Careful.

(PHONE RINGING)

Oliver, what'd you find?

Eh, just two and a half mill
stashed in a storage locker.

- Interesting.
- You?

A date with someone who's looking for it.

Probably isn't gonna be
very happy to see me.

(PHONE RINGING)

Hello?

- MAN: Who is this?
- Who's this?

I'm guessing it isn't “Aunt Sylvia”.

Sylvia's taken some time off.

- Who are you?
- My name is Zara Hallam.

And you are?

Why did you call this number today?

Who am I speaking with?

(PHONE BEEPS)

Eric.

I just got a call
from Aunt Sylvia's phone.

I know a cop when I hear one.

The Thomases aren't victims
of a home invasion.

They're in the Witness
Protection Program.

- Eric?
- (g*n CLICKS)

Eric?

Who are you?

My name is Eric Beaumont,
I'm a private negotiator.

What I'd like to know is who are you?

Doesn't matter who I am, bro.

Where are the kids?

They're safe.

- Where's the money?
- If you're willing to prove to me

that Lucas and Anita Thomas are safe,

I will give it to you.

We don't make deals.

Maybe your boss does.

If you k*ll me, she will
never get what she wants.

That's gonna fall on you,
and I'm guessing

she's not the type of person
that you want to let down.

(ENGINE STARTS)

FRANCES: Got it.

Our guys say the FBI found
the dead marshal's body.

We're tracking their movements.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

This is gonna sound dumb,

but you shouldn't be near the window.

TAYLOR: Witness Protection?

My parents?

- Who are they?
- Well, we don't know

who did this yet, but...

No, who are my parents?

Are they bad people? And w-why didn't

they tell us this, because they
thought this was a better plan?

Listen, I know

you think adults don't get teenagers,

and that may be especially true

in the case of your
parents, but you really

didn't get them, either.

You thought they were boring
and oppressive, when really,

all they were trying to do
was protect you.

Tell me what's going on.

It may help us find your parents.

Um...

my-my mom and dad
don't let Nolan or I use

smartphones or social media.

But I used my friend's phone to, um,

set up an account.

I just wanted to do what every
kid was doing, you know?

Hashtag I get it.

(SCOFFS) You're a dork.

I, uh... scrolling through, and I saw

a photo of a four-year-old girl
I somehow recognized.

The caption read,
“Looking for my friend, Taylor,

“from kindergarten.

Share and help me find her.”

I kept staring at this photo

until it dawned on me
why I recognized her.

She was me.

You didn't know that right away?

No.

I've never seen a picture of me
that young before.

They all b*rned.

Yeah, but, um,

I messaged the girl who posted the photo.

You told her where you lived now.

Is that how they found us?

I don't know that, but this
isn't your fault, Taylor.

- You didn't know.
- Yeah, you're right.

I didn't know. I didn't know anything,

and I still don't know anything.

Hey, guys.

OLIVER: Hey.

I managed to convince someone
to draw a picture for you.

Oh, well, hand it over.

'Cause I do...

love art.

Hey, you're like a regular Michelangelo.

Nolan, what is this woman saying?

♪ ♪

(CAR ALARM CHIRPS)

(CLEARS THROAT, CHUCKLES)

♪ ♪

My name is Eric Beaumont.

I'm a private negotiator

working for Taylor and Nolan Thomas.

I understand you have their parents.

Frances.

The Thomases have my money.

ERIC: The Thomases did have your money.

Now my team has. Unlike the Thomases,

however, I'm willing to give it to you.

- That's smart of you.
- Before I do, though,

I need to know that Lucas
and Anita are alive.

Hmm. Knock yourself out.
They're in the back.

ZARA: I ran her through NCIC.

Frances Sullivan, owner of
Sullivan Construction Company.

The business is a front for
the Sullivan crime organization

- of South Boston.
- (GASPS)

Please, get us out of here.

ZARA: Police say Frances has
put more bodies in the ground

than her husband.

Big fan of death by car b*mb.

And she just finished a ten-year stint

after someone turned her in
for tax evasion.

Okay, so, how do you want to do this?

Simple. You give me
five million, I give you them.

The Thomases took five million from you?

And if you knew me, you'd know
what a poor decision that was.

U.S. Marshals don't put
people into Witness Protection

for stealing from crime bosses.

Lucas and Anita are the ones who
put you in jail, aren't they?

My accountants. (SCOFFS)

Oh, they were fine helping me
to evade the taxes,

but then suddenly,
they decided they wanted out.

And to get out, they turned you in

and grabbed some of your cash
to start their lives over, huh?

Well, now I'm back, and I want my money.

And I'm gonna give it to you.

But only two and a half million.

That's all that's left.

FRANCES: People don't seem to understand,

I didn't get this far

by rolling out and not
getting what I wanted.

They stole five million from me,
and I want five million back!

It's impossible to give you something

- that no longer exists.
- Then I'll k*ll 'em.

And their children and you.

You just spent a decade in prison.

Is it worth going back
for murders over money

that's no longer there?

Cops never know how
to find the bodies I bury.

But they will find you.

You think I came here alone?

Look, you want to add

a body to your list of murders,
or do you want your money?

(INHALES DEEPLY)

: ... under St. Martin's Bridge.

Two and a half million,
and not a penny less.

Deal. I'll bring the money

to the rendezvous point myself.

No.

Let your team bring the money.

When I have it, you can go.

Oh, and whoever you got outside,

tell 'em to leave.

Go ahead, Zara.

(COMM CLANGS)

OLIVER: So, we have
no communication with Eric?

ZARA: No.

But everything is set up.

As long as there aren't any hiccups,

the kids will get their parents back.

OLIVER: Okay, uh,

- just get here and we'll figure it out.
- Okay.

Okay, I'm coming to you now.

Okay, good news,
they've agreed to release

- your parents for the money.
- Really?

Oh, my gosh, that's so good.

- Nolan, did you hear that?
- (CRYING)

Nolan.

What's wrong, little man?

Hey, Nolan. Buddy, listen,

this is a good thing.

We've done thousands of negotiations.

Everyone always comes home safe.

(SNIFFLING)

Nolan, do you... do you know something?

Nolan, if you do, please tell us.

It would really help.

Here. Nolan...

this woman,

she's saying something,
yelling something, right?

Okay, there's a step.

Now, is... now,

is she saying she's gonna hurt someone?

Ah, there's a nod.

Now we're talking.
You see what I did there?

That was a little joke.

Okay, here's the hard part,
actually talking.

(WHIMPERS)

You know what I used to do

when I was your age and I was scared?

I'd close my eyes

and I'd say aloud exactly

what the thing was that I feared.

Naming it made me feel like

it didn't have control over me.

Like I wasn't scared, even if I was.

She told the man to get the money...

(SNIFFLES)

then to k*ll everyone.

She said Mom and Dad had betrayed her,

and that nobody who betrays her lives.

(SOBBING)

It's okay.

Good boy.

(NOLAN SOBBING)

ERIC: Why didn't you tell your kids?

Because we didn't think they were ready.

We just wanted them to grow up

- normally.
- Yeah.

I'm not sure Taylor thinks you've been

terribly successful in that endeavor.

ANITA: Yeah, I know.

I mean, we're not perfect.

That's evident in the fact
we worked for Frances once.

Well, when the kids came,
we just wanted out.

LUCAS: When you put away
someone like Frances,

we knew if we were gonna start over

and have any semblance of a decent life,

we needed that cash.

- You keep weapons in the house?
- What? No.

Really? Because I saw a box
of a*mo on your bedroom floor.

It had... remnants of duct tape on it,

like it had been hidden somewhere.

You told me you got rid of it.

LUCAS: How could I?

Knowing this might happen one day?

Well, where was it then,
when they were b*ating us?

The kids don't know I have it.

Well, Mr. Thomas,

I think that...

I think that Taylor might.

(GASPS)

TAYLOR: Frances is going
to k*ll them, even if we pay.

So, what are we gonna do?

We can't just hand over the money.

Taylor, I know this is a setback,

but we've dealt with setbacks before.

If we could get in touch with Eric...

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

Get in the other room with Nolan.

CYNTHIA: What the hell is going on?

Tony Rankin, U.S. Marshal.

TONY: I became alerted to

the Thomases' situation this morning

after Sylvia Winwood, the U.S. Marshal

in charge of the family,
was found m*rder*d.

- Aunt Sylvia.
- I grabbed her phone

and found Ms. Hallam's number.

He tracked me using my cell's GPS.

TONY: A couple of days ago,
Taylor's parents alerted Sylvia

of a photo posted online
of their daughter.

Turns out Frances's organization
posted it themselves

to smoke out the family.

- It worked.
- TONY: It did.

We figure before Sylvia could
even check into the post,

Frances's men showed up at
Sylvia's apartment in New York.

- Now she's dead.
- She has Taylor

and Nolan's parents, along with our boss.

Ms. Hallam told me.

The most important thing now, though,

is the safety of the children.

Under the direction of
Canadian law enforcement,

I've been given permission
to take them into custody

until everything is settled.

We're going to
a Sûreté du Québec safe house.

OLIVER: Yeah.

Okay. That makes sense.

Could you step outside and
let us break it to them, though?

They've, uh... had a rough time.

So...

what's in the bag?

Were you planning on
telling me about this?

OLIVER: We can explain.

TONY: I'm sure you can.

But considering the Thomases' connection

to organized crime,
it's my duty to seize this.

OLIVER: Yeah, you can't do that.

We're meeting Frances in an hour.

You have a meeting scheduled with a woman

who m*rder*d a U.S. Marshal?

Yes, and you can't
take that money because...

CYNTHIA: Maybe he can.

Nolan told us that Frances
isn't planning on keeping up

her end of the bargain.

Since she isn't acting in good faith...

- We need to switch up our plan.
- TONY: What, exactly,

are you getting at, Ms. Walker?

A sting.

We go to the meet with the money,

you contact your liaison
at the Sûreté du Québec

and have them standing by.

We make the exchange,
and when the parents are safe,

the Sûreté steps in.

U.S. Marshal Service
already failed them once.

This is your chance to make it better.

(SIGHS)

I'll get in touch
with the Sûreté du Québec

to get a team sorted,
and then I'll take the kids

to a safe house outside of the city.

Thank you.

OLIVER: I know you guys are nervous,

but this is the best thing.

Frances will be arrested,
sent back to prison,

and everything will be back to normal.

Normal? What's that?

Money's loaded in the SUV.

Marshal's waiting
for you guys in the car.

Okay, give it up.

- When you have your money...
- You'll have them.

And you'll leave them alone

so they can move on with their lives?

They stole from me, Beaumont.

But they won't die by my hand.

TIG: Boss.

What?

They've split up.

The Marshal's not headed to the exchange.

FRANCES: Let's stick to the plan,

but I'll get the Marshal.

You want to call it off?

FRANCES: No.

One of them's got my money.

♪ ♪

Okay.

- Money.
- Hang on.

- Move.
- (WHIMPERS)

- Aah.
- Okay, easy. Get out.

Yeah. Get them.

Thank you.

- Where are our kids?
- OLIVER: They're okay.

The U.S. Marshal took them
to a safe house.

As soon as the police
see that you're fine,

- they'll take you there.
- Whoa, Marshal?

- Yeah.
- No, no.

That must be who she's gone after.

(OFFICERS SHOUTING IN FRENCH)

- Oliver, Frances knows.
- What?

One of her guys was alerted
to something at the last minute.

I saw them, they were tracking something.

ZARA: Must've been the Marshal.

She thinks he has her money.

The kids.

No. No.

- Okay. Anita...
- Wait! Wait!

Lucas, take it easy. It's under control.

Everything's gonna be fine.

ZARA: I know the location.

I think Taylor's got a g*n.

Yeah.

TONY: Not much further now.

You guys doing okay?

Good.

What the hell?

(BOTH SCREAMING)

Uh, hey, kids. I'm sorry,

but your driver might just have
a little something

that belongs to me.

(LINE RINGING)

ZARA: That was three times.

Something's wrong. Try again.

(LINE RINGS, CLICKS)

- Marshal, this is...
- FRANCES: Mr. Beaumont.

We had a deal.

Where are the kids, Frances?

They're safe. Unfortunately,

the Marshal isn't.

(SIGHS) All right, um,
l-let's talk, okay?

Talk? Now?

After you set me up?

Hey. Out.

OLIVER: You had no plans

- to let that family live.
- Now you listen to me.

Come on. Out.

The Marshal didn't have the money,

but he did have these kids,

so you tell Mr. and Mrs. Thomas
unless I get that $ . million

they owe me, I'm keeping them.

I don't like kids.

They annoy me.

So, when I get annoyed...

(g*nsh*t)

Frances?

Nolan, run.

- Stupid girl.
- Run, Nolan!

- TAYLOR: Drop it. Drop your g*n.
- FRANCES: I can see

how hard you're trying to be tough.

I could just walk right over there

and take that g*n out of your hand.

(g*nsh*t)

Know what I do to people who thr*aten me?

I'm not threatening you.
I'm gonna k*ll you.

Even if you get your money
and leave, it won't matter.

Your parents took
what was mine, you know.

They're not good people, Taylor.

Shut up. Shut up!

As long as you're alive,
my family will always

have to look over their shoulder.

And if I k*ll you right now, we
won't have to do that anymore.

(VEHICLE APPROACHING)

(SIRENS WAILING)

Taylor! I got it.

Taylor, put the g*n down.

- No.
- OLIVER: We're here.

The police are here.

Frances will go to jail
for kidnapping, for m*rder.

- She'll never get out.
- Taylor!

TAYLOR: It doesn't matter.

Locking her back up won't do anything.

She still has her men.

What if she escapes, or-or gets let out?

She needs to die.

OLIVER: Okay, Taylor, if you
believe putting a b*llet

in her head is gonna make you

and your family free, you're mistaken.

Taking a human life will
stay with you forever.

Good.

I hope it does

'cause each time I remember,

I'll think of what it gave us,

a normal life.

OLIVER: Yeah, but your life
won't be normal.

There are people, really strong people,

who have k*lled others
for the right reasons,

self-defense or to save
a loved one, and their lives

still turned out to be
the opposite of normal,

the opposite of free.

Taylor, it shatters them.

(CRYING): I don't want
to live like this anymore.

You don't have to.

Okay, Taylor.

Look at me.

Taylor, put down the g*n, please.

Just put it down.

It's okay. It's okay.

It's okay, it's over.

Taylor! Taylor!

Mom!

CYNTHIA: Eric.

Is everything okay?

♪ ♪

LUCAS: Hey, guys.

Who's ready for ice cream?

- I am.
- Let's go then.

And afterwards, we thought maybe

we'd stop by the mall,
pick up a couple of things.

Like what?

I don't know, like some new clothes,

or a smartphone?

- Seriously?
- Totally.

- ANITA: Thank you so much.
- No, no, we had to.

There was no way Frances
would ever leave you guys alone.

And nice job playing along
and sneaking out the back.

You know, at first I wasn't sure

about this whole strawberry, minty,

sprinkly thing, but I think you
might be on to something.

So...

guys, how does it feel?

To finally, actually be free, to relocate

and move on with your lives?

No more looking over your shoulder.

And no more seeing you.

Yeah, that's true, but, uh, you know,

we'll always have this place.

(CHUCKLES): Aw.

TAYLOR: Um, you know, I'm really sorry

for everything.

Everything I-I said.

For the g*n...

Taylor, stop. You don't have to.

Just promise me one thing.

Wherever you do end up,

you won't change.

Okay.

Good. And, for the record...

- No. Mm-mm.
- Yes. This scarf...

- ...is fire.
- No.

- Yeah.
- (LAUGHS)

Yeah, you want to try it on? It's fire.

You want to, you want to...

(OVERLAPPING CHATTER)

♪ Only human ♪

♪ Get a little impaired sometimes ♪

♪ We're just people ♪

♪ We're gonna be all right. ♪

- Don't look at me like that.
- (LAUGHS)