on SurrealEstate.
-[quiet score] -Who’s a good client?
-Come back to ASDRA, August. Come back to me.
[knocking on door]
-Susan, I desperately need some career advice!
-Help me.
-You seen Zooey? -[gasps]
-She went to see Susan. -[gasps]
-I’m going to see my mom.
What’s new?
All this time and you still don’t care.
-Do you still hear the voices? -[rattling]
-[Luke] These days? Not so much.
[score fades out]
Yeah, yeah. Zooey’s okay.
I’m just leaving the hospital now.
[traffic whizzing] [police sirens]
[sigh, sniffle]
[traffic sounds continue]
[pensive score]
[eerie score]
[safe crossing signal beeping]
[girl breathes nervously]
Pardon me, Miss?
You okay?
-I’m looking for my mom.
-Where’d you leave her?
-We were arguing
and then this big white car came out of nowhere and--
[tender score]
-You’ve been waiting here a while, huh?
-I just keep thinking she’ll be here.
If I keep coming back, she’ll be here.
But nobody will talk to me!
They just walk past me like I’m not there.
Except you. You’re different.
-You know what your mom would want you to do, right?
-We argue a lot.
-Doesn’t matter.
She loves you.
-I guess.
-Things with moms is:
even if she’s not, like, there to say it,
doesn’t mean she doesn’t care.
She wants the best for you. Always.
And the best for you...
just isn’t here anymore.
You go ahead.
You cross.
[gentle sigh]
[safe crossing signal beeps]
[dramatic whoosh]
[score crossfades to opening theme]
[man screaming]
[theme fades out] [traffic in distance]
-[thumps in distance] -[man in distance groans]
[tense score] [couple talking faintly]
-[man in bed, whispering] Joiti. Joiti.
There’s someone in the house!
Okay, yeah.
Just, uh, stay in bed.
I am going to check it out.
(nervously) Um...
(yelling) Hey! Hey! Hey!
Uh, you better get outta here!
[man talking in distance]
Hey!
I’m six-foot-four and 240 pounds
of a pissed-off homeowner.
Hey, I’m holding a blade!
Oh, God, it’s so sharp
it could cut a tomato
into, like, really thin slices!
[man speaks closer]
Ohhh...
You got to the count of three
to get your punk ass outta here.
One!
Two!
Please don’t make me do this!
[couple laughing]
What, funny? Really? You find this funny?
-[Joiti] Oh, you’re so sweet.
-Jo, what the hell is happening? Stop!
-[Joiti chuckles] -Stop! Hey, stop!
-What was that?
What’s this?
-It’s a baseball bat, dumbass.
-[Joiti] It was his.
-What’s it doing here? -I don’t know.
-It’s mine and it’s ready to go all lemonade on your ass!
-So, this is going into the pile with the rest of his stuff.
-Jo, what the shit is going on?
Who is this guy? What is happening?
-I know. Just be patient.
It’s hard for me, too.
-Hard for you?
Listen to me! Talk to me!
-I get it. I know it’s hard
but that’s why we have to do this, right? We have to move on.
-Move on -- yes! Out of my house, out of my life!
Stop! Stop! Stop!
-Let’s go to bed. -Okay.
[unsettling score]
-What?
[Joiti sighs]
Jo?
Jo, what the hell? Talk to me.
[dramatic boom]
-[man, echoing] Now you’re cut off.
-[Joiti, echoing] I didn’t even have that much.
[Joiti chuckles]
[Joiti, man crosstalk]
[Joiti, man chuckling] - [Man] What’s it doing here?
So, this is going into the pile with the rest of his stuff.
[man, Joiti laughing]
-[Joiti, echoing] Just be patient.
-What? What? What? -[man] I know it’s hard
but that’s why we have to do this, right?
[sighs]
-(whispered) What?
[dramatic boom]
(whispered) What? What?
-[man, echoing] We have to move on.
[panicked breathing]
Let’s go to bed.
[moaning, panting]
[screaming]
[glass shattering]
-Nas?
-[Nas] What the--?
[score fades out] [elevator arriving chime]
-How is she?
-Zooey is bruised and she is bleeding
and she is mad as a wet cat, but she’s gonna be okay.
August is taking her home.
-What about Susan?
-That is the question, yeah.
-Okay, well, listen, I’m gonna keep digging here,
but we need those bank records to get a full picture.
-I’ll settle for a snapshot. Anything you can find
about the house! Who built it, who lives there.
-Okay, okay. I’m on it. -[Luke sighs]
You okay?
-Susan is in there. I know it.
-Well, how can you know?
[gentle, spooky score]
The voices? The power, it’s all back?
-It was my mom.
I touched her hand and it was like
plugging into a 12-gauge speaker wire.
[expels breath]
-How... How could that work?
-What am I, a scientist?
-What about your dad? Have you seen him?
-No, I haven’t had time and now Susan’s stuck in there
with God knows what and we need to get her out!
-What are you gonna do?
-I’m gonna go see a house about a lady.
[score crescendos, fades out]
-[Joiti] When we first moved in there was a half-wall here
that just didn’t work and a hideous green accent wall.
It was horrible. [chuckles]
-Well, it feels very open. Great job.
-[gentle score] -Thank you.
It wasn’t me, though.
My husband was good at this stuff.
He even picked all the colors.
He really made this house into something special.
-Well, he did. And it is.
[Lomax chuckles] [score fades out]
Okay, so you are competing with four other houses
-in a three-block radius. -Okay.
-I checked them out and they’re
just about as exciting as underwear for Christmas.
The work you did is going to pay off huge in terms of
a faster sale and a higher price.
[pen clicks]
-My first husband did all the work.
[tender score]
He was the one with the vision.
The talent.
And he died.
-I died?
-I am sorry for your loss.
-Zayan poured his heart and soul into this house.
He called it our "forever home."
-[both] "Until we can afford something better."
[Joiti laughs]
-I met Nasser earlier this year.
We married in early October
and a couple months ago we decided...
it was time for us to move on.
-Too many memories?
-Zayan had a heart thing.
They called it an...
aortic dissection.
It killed him so young.
And that just killed me.
For months I stumbled through everything.
Numb.
Then Nasser brought me back to life.
[sniffles] So...
[laughs] [score fades out]
let’s get this place sold
and find something new and wonderful ’cause
Nasser really deserves a fresh start.
-I don’t disagree.
-[Joiti] Hm.
You should probably know what happened last night.
[eerie score]
[score swells]
[engine turns off]
[creepy score]
[dramatic boom]
-Whoa.
Well, nice to meet you, too.
[rumbling]
[rumbling fades out]
Looks like we got something to talk about.
So, let’s talk.
[dog barking in distance]
-Look, I feel bad that he died so young.
It’s just that, you know, we have our own life, too.
But don’t get me wrong, it’s a great house.
Except it was their house.
You know, I want to live somewhere that’s our house.
-Understandable.
-See, this is exactly the type of thing
that makes me think that maybe Joiti’s not on board
with all this. Excuse me. Joiti?
-Yeah, babe? -D’you unpack all these boxes?
-No, I didn’t touch your precious boxes.
-I thought we agreed that we were gonna donate all this crap.
-You agreed. I got tired of arguing.
-Uh, what was in them?
-Oh, just all of his old shit.
[gentle score]
-You gotta be kidding me. -What?
-I spent all day yesterday packing these.
I was gonna take ’em to Salvation Army.
-And what are they doing here? -You didn’t put it back here?
-No. -Oh, then who did?
-(distorted) I did, bitches!
-Are you calling me a liar?
-Clearly I like to pack things just to unpack ’em.
I’m not an idiot, Joiti.
-Ah, let’s put a pin in that.
-Wait! Joiti! I was just--
No, let’s just talk about this, please?
[Zayan laughs]
-Ahh...
Oh. [laughs]
You have a good eye.
That’s, um, Groundthorne number 13.
Oh, and if you look a little closer,
you’ll see Mutant Nun number seven.
The one where she cage fights Jerry Falwell.
They had to pull that one when the lawyers got involved,
but, uh, I got to it first.
This is the stuff that he calls shit!
Do you know what it is? It is the residue of a life.
My life! And he-he, what?
Wants to cart it away to the Salvation Army,
sell this house, abduct my wife?
Really?
What the hell is Joiti doing with a philistine like that?
You think you’re gonna sell this house?
[rumbling swells, fades]
No!
I don’t think so.
[birds chirping] [goose honking]
[sighs]
[emotional score]
[sighs]
-I have all day. I’m not going anywhere.
-[Susan] It’s my happiness that bothers you,
isn’t it, Luke?
-I always wanted Susan to be happy.
-[Susan, echoing] Sure, as long as it makes you happy
and the world still revolves around you.
-I’d like to talk to Susan, please.
-I am Susan. -Bullshit.
-You want proof? Proof it’s me?
-Yeah, if I could see, like, a photo ID
and a major credit card.
[whoosh] [dramatic score]
Taught us to build a fire in cub scouts. Proves nothing.
-You know what I hate about you, Luke?
You’re Mister Perfect. Perfectly styled,
color-coordinated, confident, glib.
-I’d like to talk to Susan, please.
-(angry) What makes you think I’m not Susan?
-Well, it’s the whole color-coordination thing.
See, I could buy the rage on the other points, but, uh,
color-coordination?
It’s one of Susan’s core beliefs.
-[House] You need to leave, Mister Roman.
-You’re not Susan either.
-Oh, but I am.
We are one.
Susan Ireland possesses me.
-Possession is nine-tenths of the law, so what do you want?
-I want you all to stop distracting Susan.
Leave us alone.
-See, Susan is a friend of mine, so if she tells me to piss off,
I’m gone. Boom, I’m outta here.
But until she does...
watch for me.
I’ll be back.
-[Susan’s voice] Piss off, Luke.
-Susan would never say that.
[score fades out]
[dog barking] [house door closes]
-Looks good.
-Hey.
Is, uh, is everything okay?
-Yeah. Yeah, I’m sorry you had to see that.
Look, I know that this is tough on her.
I just don’t want to spend the rest of my life
being her dead husband’s cover band.
-Joiti told me about what happened last night.
[eerie score] -Yeah, that was... weird.
-Have you, um, noticed anything else...
weird in the house lately?
[tender score]
-Hi! Hey.
Uh, can I bounce a couple things off you right now?
Cool.
So... [sighs]
Apparently, I’m dead.
I can see you and muscle boy, but you can’t see or hear me.
You’re gonna want to cut those zucchinis pretty thick.
[sharp inhale] Anyway...
I don’t think we should let a little thing
like my untimely death get in the way
of a terrific relationship, so here is the plan:
I help you get rid of Mister Musclepants.
You can do better.
In fact, you actually have done better.
Next, you fire the real estate lady
and move the furniture back the way it was because
the whole feng shui thing is totally messed up now.
And, then, here’s the best part:
we just, um...
live.
Well, you live and I do
whatever the hell this is right now.
But we will be together.
In our house.
Our house.
[knife drops to counter] [Joiti sighs]
[crinkling]
Wow, you remembered my secret ingredient
for superior ratatouille.
Touch of brown sugar.
I miss you so much.
-That looks great! You mind if I help?
-Yeah, it’s your favorite. I’m making it for you.
-Thank you. -Good news, Joiti.
I have us scheduled to look at that new house
on McGuill Street.
-I love that house!
-[Joiti laughs in past] -[Nas] I know it’s hard.
This is going into the pile with the rest of his stuff.
-[Nas] All of his old shit. -[Joiti] Making it just for you
-Time to put my plan into action.
-[panting] What?
-Damn it. I missed.
-I think I need to talk to my supervisor.
-And then I looked in the mirror and there she was.
And she did not look good.
-You should be home taking it easy.
-I’m fine. And I’ll take it easy when we get Susan out of there.
-See, the mirror thing worries me.
There’s centuries of mirror mythology that suggests
an attraction to souls, the ability to trap them
and the will to hold them indefinitely.
-[August] Mm. -Did you see Susan?
-I never even got inside. You okay?
-Yeah, just sore.
[tender score]
-So, you gonna tell them or should I?
-Tell us what?
-I’m back on the air.
-[Zooey] Ah, hell, yeah!
-So, it’s all back? The voices? The ping?
-Stronger than ever. -[phone buzzing]
-About damn time. -[Phil chuckles]
-Lomax. Hi. -Roman!
I know you’ve got your hands full, but I think
my homeowner’s dead husband just tried to kill her new guy.
-Uh-oh. You saw this?
-Yeah, I saw a knife fly off the countertop
and barely miss the guy’s face.
Got stuck three inches into the wall.
-Look, I’m sorry to pull you into this.
I can handle losing a sale,
but losing a client to a knife in the face?
That’s gonna look really bad on my performance review.
-I’ll get there as soon as I can.
-I gotta go help Lomax. -What about Susan?
-We should be there right now! -Not without a plan.
We’re still in the "investigate" phase of the ECHIDNA process.
We don’t move on to "neutralize" until we know exactly
what we’re up against. We owe Susan that much.
You still working on the past residents?
-The bank has owned it a very long time
and they do not like to share records.
-I’ve enlisted some help on the technical aspects.
-Well, keep working on it and I’ll be back as soon as I can.
[suspenseful score]
-Hey, wanna mess with the bank?
-Yes, please. [laughs] -[elevator arrival chime]
-Ow. [score fades out]
[door closes] [traffic in distance]
[car turns off]
-Hey, I am so sorry to drag you into this.
-Where’s our happy couple?
-They’re in the house, rage packing in separate rooms.
-What do they think is going on?
-Nasser, the husband, is in complete denial.
He thinks he’s the victim of a drive-by knifing.
Joiti, I-I don’t think she knows what to make of it.
[gentle score]
There’s a healthy dose of survivor guilt in there.
I-I saw it a lot on my last job.
-What about the, uh, other husband?
The one without a pulse. Any idea where I could find him?
-[laughs] I know where I’d start.
[receding footsteps]
[score fades out]
-Great. Another pale authority figure.
You know, I have just about
-had it with you guys. -[dramatic boom]
-You need to adjust your stance.
Your feet should be shoulder width apart.
[eerie score wells, fades out]
[dog barking in distance]
-What? Are you, like, um...
-Dead? Not at the moment.
-The-then how can you see me? How can you hear me?
-How can Tame Impala sell nearly two million albums?
Universe is a freaky place. [astonished whistle]
-Yeah, true dat.
-So, Zayan.
-Uh, ZAYan.
-Zayan. -Um-hm.
-Your wife and her partner decided to sell the house
and I’m pretty sure that’s what brought you back.
-Cool. I don’t care. She can’t be with that guy.
She can’t love him.
[deep sigh]
She just can’t.
[tender score]
-I hate to be this direct, but you died.
You are, in this moment, worm chow.
Now, I have no doubt that you loved Joiti
and that she loved you back, but that?
It’s over.
-I thought love lasted forever.
-Well, yeah.
Like low-maintenance composite decking.
-Then why can’t Joiti and I be together?
-Well, you can.
-Just not yet?
It’s bullshit. Who do I talk to about that?
[traffic in distance]
-[Zooey] Yes, we’ll be needing those records now.
Uh-huh. All right.
Can I please have your name
so Miss Shelley in legal will have someone to reference
when I tell her that you are completely incapable
of providing these documents that she needs
for an important legal matter?
Oh, really? Oh, that’s great!
Miss Shelley in legal will be so pleased.
Uh-huh. Ah! Those people in legal.
They’re scary, huh? Lawyers, am I right?
[laughs]
Perfect! You’re a warrior prince, Cody.
Uh-huh. Okay. Bye-bye.
[call disconnect beep]
Lawyers. Is there anything they can’t do?
-You have to be Zooey.
-And you are...? -Here to see August.
-Do you have an appointment?
-Honey, I am an appointment.
-Oh, Zooey, this is, uh, Rochelle.
-You are exactly as he described you.
-Oh, he described me. -I think he called you his--
-Uh, Rochelle, my... workshop is this way.
-Fifth daughter.
[mischievous score]
For this you turned me down.
-It may be small, but it is...
adequate.
-So, what are we trying to solve?
-We have a living organism
forcibly conjoined with an inanimate object.
-Specifically?
-We have a nice lady who’s not just trapped inside a house,
but becoming part of a house.
So, we need an extraction tool
that can separate and withdraw her without harm.
-A metaphysical jaws of life?
-As always, you capture the essence.
-Can we go see this house?
-Zooey, we’re going to take some readings at Susan’s house.
Phil’s meeting us there. He’s never seen the place
and he wants to get a feel for it.
-Mind if I tag along?
-You, uh, certain you want to give this house
another swing at you so soon?
-We’ll see who’s still standing at the end.
[elevator arriving chime]
[score fades out]
-Yeesh.
-Yeah.
I’ve covered up nastier knife wounds than this.
-That’s what I like about you, Lomax. You’ve seen stuff.
-Okay. Take it or leave it.
I met this woman once.
Her husband had died, it was some sort of cancer,
but she bought the whole premium package.
Odyssey-level casket, string quartet graveside,
dove release at benediction. It was top-drawer all the way.
Paid for my senior year at Brown.
-Okay.
-In a private moment, she told me
that they had gone through this rough patch,
but they found couples counseling
and apparently it just turned the whole thing around for them.
She said that when he died they were holding hands
like newlyweds until his last breath.
-That’s a nice story.
-Couples counseling.
I think maybe that’ll do the trick here.
[long sigh]
-Which couple?
-Hm. Both.
[score fades out]
-So, it just seemed like there was a lot of pain,
a lot of loss and more than a little anger.
-[creepy score] -Dibs on the anger.
-So?
-I think that if we put things out in the open
it’ll help all of us, you know?
Move on to where we need to be.
Emotionally...
Spiritually...
and in a residential real estate context.
-This feels kind of silly. -[score fades out]
We’re supposed to pretend that Zayan is here in the room?
-That is the idea, yeah.
-This is stupid.
-You’re stupid.
-I think if Zayan was here
he would say that that attitude isn’t going to get us anywhere.
-Come on, Naz. What could it hurt?
-Uh...
-Yeah. -What an asshole.
Come on.
-Okay, if Zayan was here,
he would say that the love he shared with you, Joiti,
was something that should last forever.
[tender score]
-That does sound like something he’d say.
He was such a romantic.
-And how would you respond?
-I’d...
This really feels dumb.
-Go on.
-I’d tell him that when he...
When he passed...
-You were sad. Oh, I get it.
-I never left the house.
Except to mosque.
Only to mosque. It was the...
only thing that made me feel better.
That’s where I met Nas.
His mom had just passed.
-That is a very halal meet cute.
-This is over a year later. How long was I supposed to wait?
-Forever!
-Nasser, if Zayan was here right now
what would you tell him?
-Dude, you’re dead.
-You are a smarmy, home-wrecking piece of shit!
[score fades out]
-I think Zayan would argue that you two aren’t as compatible
to one another as they were.
-It’s not really for him to say, is it?
-Dude, you know, you’re dead.
This is stupid. [laughs]
I’m sorry. I just-- I’m gonna go repack the den.
-Hey, keep your hands off my shit!
[receding footsteps]
-I don’t think this was helpful.
-I’m sorry. -[gentle score]
I just thought it would be best to get everything out there.
-You made him sound jealous and controlling.
He was never like that.
He was kind, and funny.
Really loving.
And I loved him more than life.
All he wanted was for me to be happy.
And when we were together,
we were happy.
[car approaching]
[creepy score]
-Well, doesn’t look like Castle Dracula.
-Just don’t turn your back on it.
-Phil, this is Rochelle Decker, a friend and colleague.
Rochelle, Phil Orley, ibid.
-Nice to meet you. -You, too.
-Oh, dear.
-May I?
[thunder rumbling]
Oh, these are marvelous.
-They’re calibrated for different energy fluctuations
indicating drains and surges that can alert us
to residual emotional and temporal activity.
-Oh, why don’t you two just get a room?
-Yeah, we gotta go. Susan’s in there.
Susan!
-Shall we? -Yes.
-It’s the ones that don’t look like Castle Dracula
that worry me the most.
-Susan! Susan!
Susan!
[dramatic boom]
-[Susan, distorted] Zooey! I’m here! Zooey!
-[House] Distractions. Distractions everywhere.
You don’t need them anymore, Susan.
You have me.
They should be dealt with.
We can do it together.
We can do everything together.
-[Susan] Let me out of here!
-Perhaps we can work out a compromise.
[whoosh, sizzling]
-The hell we will.
[score fades out]
[car engine starts in distance] [birds chirping]
-Well. -Yeah. Well.
-At least he left you the recliner.
-Yeah. He is waiting for someone to help him.
I mean, you go to the gym that much
you’d think you’d be able to lift a recliner by yourself?
[Luke sighs]
-What are you gonna do? Just wander around the house
rattling chains, hiding toothpaste from Joiti
for the rest of her life?
-I have a plan.
-Does Nasser survive this plan? -See, that’s the thing.
Killing Nasser is a short-term solution.
Joiti would just find someone else.
-Someone even worse. -Exactly.
Or his soul could be stuck in this house forever.
You think I want to spot him on the bench press
for the rest of eternity? No.
No, I have thought this through...
[sighs] and the logical person to kill is Joiti.
[eerie score]
If Joiti dies, her and I could be together.
You heard her! She was happy when we were together.
[contented sigh]
-I don’t think that was the scenario that she had in mind.
-Well, I don’t see another solution, so...
[Luke sighs]
-Okay! How’re you gonna do it?
-I don’t know. -(mocking) I don’t know.
Take your baseball bat. You’re gonna bash her head in?
We can knife her in the heart.
-Shove her down the stairs. -Dude, just--
-I saw some rat poison in the basement.
You could slip some in her coffee.
-Stop, man. -She won’t go easy. She’ll go.
-Dude, just shut up! -No, you shut up and listen!
Joiti has her whole life in front of her.
You say you love her, but I don’t believe you.
-You know I do!
-Because when you love somebody...
[tender score]
you want them to be happy, no matter what.
Even if they’re happy with somebody else.
-[Lomax] Now how soon?
Well, I’m sure if you just give us a bit more time
we can convince Miss Amaranth to--
I understand, but she has lived there a very long time.
A very, very long time.
[deep sigh]
Okay, just give me one last try
before you do anything too drastic, okay?
[sighs]
Do you have a place to put all this stuff?
-Um, Nas has a storage unit.
[dishes rattling]
-He seems very capable.
[tender score]
-I’ll always miss Zayan, but...
Nas makes me happier than I ever thought I’d be.
I kinda think I deserve that, you know?
-I think so, too.
-Hey, thanks for your help. -[Luke] You bet.
[traffic in distance]
[Nasser groans]
-Hey, I just, uh...
I’m sorry for being kind of a tool.
-It’s okay. -I guess it’s just...
this Zayan character was so amazing.
How’d you like to live in that kind of shadow?
-Yeah.
He was quite a guy.
-Well, he basically rebuilt this house, right?
Did you know he was a cook? And a musician.
[birds chirping]
And this pop culture guru kind of renaissance guy.
-[sighs] Stop.
-How am I supposed to compete with that?
-You know, you don’t have to.
[taps shoulder] [tender score]
-Yeah. -[vehicle approaching]
Now, let’s get this thing loaded.
[tense score]
-[horn honking] -[Zayan] Look out!
[truck engine rumbles]
-Oh, yeah.
-[Nas] Man, he didn’t even stop!
-You okay?
[Zayan exhales] [inspiring score]
[Zayan laughs]
[score fades out]
[dog barking in distance] [gentle score]
-So, we’re all set for the open house on Saturday.
Get ready to field some way-above-asking offers
-on Sunday. -That’d be wonderful.
-Oh! And before Nasser sends all that stuff
to The Salvation Army,
Roman tells me that some of it could be worth
a significant amount of money to the right dealer.
-I can’t imagine that it’d be worth much.
-Apparently we’re in six-figure territory.
Like...
down payment on a house, or college fund money.
-[tender score] -Uh...
-Here’s a number.
Tell them that Zayan sent you.
[receding footsteps]
-I’m sorry, Jo.
I thought I loved you so much that I, uh...
I couldn’t let you go.
Now I know I love you so much that I can.
[sighs]
-[Luke] You were at Susan’s place?
What did you see?
-Nothing. But August and his squeeze
have some ideas about how to get Susan out.
-His squeeze? -Rochelle. They have
some kind of history together. -What about Phil?
-Phil is picking up the tenant records at the bank.
-Well, great.
Let’s get everybody together for as soon as I get back.
-Luke?
I think I have an idea about my career path.
-[gentle score] -Okay.
-I think I want to be...
a lawyer.
-Oh, God! Where did your mother and I go wrong?
-Okay, okay. Hear me out on this.
I’m tenacious.
-Yeah.
-Argumentative. -To a fault.
-Persuasive.
-Well... -Persuasive.
-Okay, you’re persuasive.
-And, with a law degree, I can do any number of things.
I can actually help people.
I can afflict the comfortable,
but comfort the afflicted.
-To be honest,
the thought of you with a law degree is terrifying.
In all the best ways.
Look, let’s talk about this when we get back.
Right now...
there’s nothing more important than Susan.
-Yeah, absolutely. Okay, bye.
[taps screen]
[police siren in distance]
-Everybody.
-Uh, Luke, this is, uh,
Dr. Rochelle Decker. She’s helping us out a bit.
-Great, we need it. What’s the plan?
-Okay.
These sensors identify all of the human DNA
within the infrastructure of the house.
It’s an estimation at best.
-Still no house plans?
-Finally got the name of the builder.
One Thomas Rabbitfoot. I’m tracking him down.
-What’s next?
-We activate our device,
which should extract the fully corporeal Susan
to a GPS coordinate nearby.
-Think it’ll work?
-Probably. -Absolutely.
-Okay.
Let’s storm the castle.
And get our girl back.
[motivating score]
[score crescendos, fades] [elevator arriving chime]
[mysterious score]
-Gang’s all here!
Your office?
[mysterious score]
-[Lomax] Is it...?
-[Zooey] Yeah.
[score crescendos dramatically, fades out]