The Watchful Eye

No. No.

No!

Hi, I'm Elena Santos.

I'm here to see the Wards.

Mm-hmm.

Right this way. Thank you.

What was that? Huh?

Did you not hear that?

Old building.

Wish me luck.

Sorry. Stuck on a call.

Elena, right?

Yeah. Matthew Ward. I'm Jasper's dad.

Jasper. That's such a cute name.

You're the one who went to...?

Boston College. Right. Boston College.

I'm gonna grab a coffee.

You want a coffee? I'm good. Thank you.

How old is Jasper?

He's 7.

And I'm sure the agency told you,

but, um, his mom passed away about six months ago.

They did.

I'm so sorry for your loss.

Thank you.

Please have a seat.

You know, I've been looking for someone for a while,

but the agency keeps sending me people that just --

they just don't get him.

I'm just looking for a nice person

who knows their way around a Lego.

Well, I did build Lego Westminster Abbey

in less than three hours.

No shit.

Good morning, Tory.

Tory Ayres, my sister-in-law.

She lives down the hall

and occasionally she shows up unannounced.

Hi.

I thought we agreed I would meet all the prospective hires.

I don't need a babysitter to find a babysitter.

Elena Santos.

My nephew is studying Mandarin,

but I suppose it would be nice for him to pick up some Spanish.

Yeah, well, kids pick up languages so easily.

My parents spoke English, French and Spanish at home.

And where's home?

I grew up in Pennsylvania.

Mechanicsburg.

Eagles or Steelers?

Eagles, obviously.

I don't see how that's relevant.

So, this would be a live-in position?

The nanny quarters are on the top floor.

You don't have much childcare experience, do you?

I don't, but I minored in psychology at B.C.

And I love kids.

I basically raised my younger brother,

and I'm certified in CPR and obsessively clean.

And I'm 100% single,

so I can work nights, weekends, whatever you need.

Well, you seem like a very nice girl,

but...my nephew's been through a lot,

and I-I just don't think you're gonna be the right fit.

Maybe I could meet Jasper in person?

There won't be time for that.

We have 10 more interviews.

10?

We're not picking a pope here.

Look, my son is a very smart,

very sweet, kind little boy.

But since his mom's accident, well, you know,

there's a cloud, and honestly,

he just needs someone to help him enjoy being a kid again.

I get it.

Really, I do.

I lost my mom when I was young, too, so...

I know what it's like.

We'll be in touch.

I just wanted to surprise you.

And since when do I like surprises?

No, get off me. I'm all sweaty. I need a shower.

Come on. Don't be mad.

Let me show you how sorry I am,

and then we'll both take a shower.

Oh, yeah? Yeah.

Show me how sorry.

So, you gonna -- you gonna tell me

how the interview went? It was fine.

She didn't like me, but he did,

and he's the one calling the shots.

Kind of sad about that little boy, though,

losing his mom and all.

Okay, do not feel sorry for these people.

This guy is a gazillionaire.

He can just go out and buy a new mommy.

Even if I get the job,

that sister-in-law is gonna be a problem.

She's just one of those uptight real housewives

who smokes one cigarette a week and doesn't eat.

So what?

You can handle it.

You can handle anything.

We're gonna find that ruby.

Yeah.

I'm handling everything.

What?

No, nothing.

Are you still up for this or not?

Because if we pull this off, we're set for life.

You, me, we can go anywhere you want.

In any car. Car?

Mm-hmm.

I thought we said private jet.

Hey, private jet, whatever you want.

Shit.

Hello?

Oh, hi, Mrs. Ayres.

Yes, this --

Uh-huh.

Uh-huh.

Yeah. Yes.

Sure.

Yeah, that makes sense.

Okay. Yeah, that's fine.

Thank you so m--

Okay, bye.

I got it.

We're in.

Let's celebrate. Ah!

Welcome to the Greybourne. You must be Miss Santos.

Can I help you take your things upstairs?

Oh, no, I'm good.

If you could just tell me where to go?

Good afternoon, Mrs. Ivey.

May I hail your cab?

No. And who is this?

I'm Elena, new nanny.

I would shake your hand, but...

Make sure she takes the freight elevator.

Ugh. Sorry you got Mrs. Ivied.

She's our resident authoritarian dictator.

She's a horrible snob. She hates us, too.

I better get all her Chanel when she dies.

Are you moving in or something?

I am, actually, yeah. Oh, which apartment?

Oh, no. I'm the Wards' new nanny.

I'm moving in to the staff quarters.

Oh, awesome. Jasper's so cute.

He's our cousin. Half-cousin?

Step cousin.

Come on, we'll show you. Cecil, which room?

Number three. I believe it's unlocked.

Oh, thank you. I'm Bennet, by the way.

This is my younger sister Darcy.

Hey. We're in 10A.

Oh, very insane-asylum chic.

In a good way.

No, you're right. This place is a total shithole.

But at least it's private.

I would live here in a second.

Shut up.

Your bohemian fantasies would crumble

the instant there was no turndown service.

We haven't lived at the Greybourne for that long,

but she's adapted quickly.

Speak for yourself, duchess.

Okay.

It's...cozy.

Oh, this is cute. Like a mouse bathroom.

Honestly, I've seen worse.

I shared one smaller than that

with my two cousins and brother.

Anyone else live up here?

I think most people just use these rooms for storage.

Rex and Sylvie's nanny has a room, but they're in Nantucket.

No, they're in the Vineyard.

What's the difference?

They're literally two different islands.

Nobody cares. Nobody cares.

Well, thank you for the guided tour.

I should get settled in.

I start first thing.

I do have an unbelievable view of the park.

Though I might suffocate and die

while looking at it.

What, no AC? Not even a fan.

Wow. And to think these guys,

they got all the money in the world.

Hey, did you get a chance to look for the ruby yet?

No, but it's just me and the kid tomorrow,

so I'll check it out.

Elena, you there? Elena.

You know what? Let me call you back.

Hello?

Hi.

What's up?

Who are you?

Elliott. Apartment 6B.

Elena.