Fear Bay

Oh, hey, wait, wait, wait. I'll help.

Okay. Thank you.

Yeah.

Okay. Oh.

Remember when we had a stock team to help with carry-outs?

Ah. Yeah, it's not so bad.

You know, he got rid of someone else last night.

-Who? -Peter.

-Seriously? -Yeah.

He was so friendly.

Sure he was nice, but Bob couldn't afford him.

Now I'm desperately trying to find ways

to make myself indispensable.

You know what I spent all night doing last night?

-Hm? -Brushing up on art deco styles.

Oh, well, just like the old days.

Cramming for art history midterms.

Oh. What's happening to me?

I feel like I'm moving in the wrong direction.

No, it's just temporary.

Yeah, but what happens when we get laid off

from our throwaway jobs that we had to take

because we got laid off from our real jobs?

We're not gonna get laid off.

Oh, uh, there he is. There's Bob.

-Oh, hey, Bob. -Hey.

Hi, uh... Linda, Carrie.

How have your afternoon sales been?

-Can't complain. -Well...

Uh, listen. Inventory. I wanna get one more count in--

Uh-uh, hold on, Bob, let me stop you.

We, we're gonna go on a trip out of town,

um, all weekend, so...

Well, I actually was talking about today.

Uh, we close in four hours, though.

Times are tight. Just handle it.

How are...

Linda.

Eric. You can't just show up here.

I left you six voicemails.

Uh, you think that's normal?

I don't care about normal. I care about money.

Did you think I wouldn't notice that you raised the price

of the house? It's way over market now.

I'm trying to get a good return.

If it takes a little longer, then--

Well, I'm through waiting.

Drop the price of the house.

Okay? I'm not gonna ask you again.

Yeah, I'm sure you will.

You drop the price.

Welcome to Bayside Antiques, Mr. Marshall.

Carrie, get out of my face. I'm not here to shop.

In that case, I'm gonna have to ask you to leave.

You see, we have a strict no loitering policy.

Um, I can get a manager to come and talk to you about it.

Drop the price.

The worst part is, he's right.

I am kind of blocking the sale of the house.

Well, it's a beautiful home,

but it's a beautiful home that you're clinging on to

because it's the one thing in your life

you have control over right now.

-Ow! Thank you, Doctor. -

Do you really wanna live in the house

that you and your ex-husband bought together?

No.

But it's all I have right now.

Well, here's a wild idea.

You sell the house,

take half of the money,

move to the West Coast like you've always wanted to do

and make it big.

And then you can get me a job.

-Uh... yeah. I don't know. -What?

I mean, you really think it's gonna be easier

to secure interviews out there than it is here?

Probably not.

But I know what you're capable of.

You designed the entire interior of the Hildebrand Building.

I did not. That is an oversimplification.

Sure, they, they took your design, added gaudy balustrades,

and called it something new, but we both know

that that was your work.

And those sketches on your resume...

Heads will turn.

Yeah. Well, why am I not turning heads now?

You turned one head.

-I'm sorry? -I don't mean to eavesdrop.

I just wanted to say that you turned one head.

Ah. Really?

Yes, I was at the Hildebrand last week for a business meeting

and, uh, it's not the most attractive block in the city,

but the interior design of that place is, it's breathtaking.

- -And your friend is right.

Those balustrades are way too flashy.

Looks like you have a fan.

Hi. I'm Tony.

Carrie.

And this is Linda.

It's a pleasure to meet you, Linda.

So are you, like, a design reviewer or...

Reviewer? No, nothing like that.

I'm just a fan of all things that are pretty.

So are you, uh, both designers?

Um, well, Linda specializes in interiors

and I am a landscape architect.

Right now we're both technically, um...

in between firms.

-Stop. -Anyway, what do you do?

Nothing as, uh, interesting

as what you two do.

I'm a private investigator.

Well, where is your fedora and trench coat?

I left those in the '40s. Hm.

Uh, I think I'm gonna call it a night.

No, no, no, no. This was fun.

I hope you won't ever need my services,

but here's my card, just in case.

You really are a private investigator.

I am.

Goodnight, Mr., um, Sarno?

-Good night. -Good night.

Hey.

Hey.

Are you following me?

Get away from me, lady.

You were at the bar.

So?

So you were staring at me at the bar and now here.

I don't have any idea what you're talking about.

Stay away from me or I'm calling the police.

You're full of it, lady. Get over yourself.

Okay, and you're sure that this is the same guy

that you saw in the bar and the store?

-I'm sure. -And, uh...

He-he wasn't driving anything?

You couldn't get a license plate number?

-No. -Okay.

Well, we'll broadcast

-his description. -Okay.

And we're gonna keep an eye out

on the neighborhood tonight.

Great. Thank you.

Okay.

Bet you're wishing you'd spent more time with me

and the private-eye candy at the bar.

-Come on. - Too soon?

Well, maybe this is a sign that you really should

sell your place and get out of here.

No, I mean, if I'm gonna leave,

I want it to be because I decided to,

not because of Eric or some peeping Tom.

I know your type. You want men to look at you.

When we do,

you scream and yell about it.

Your name is Linda Marshall.

And your friend's name is Carrie Fields.

I know where she lives, too.

Linda.

We're circulating the man's description

and we'll increase the police presence

around your neighborhood and here.

That's all you're gonna do?

I called you because I need someone to track this guy down.

I assure you, we're doing everything we can.

Is this going to take much longer, Detective?

Bob, this is serious.

Have you-- Have you talked to the bartender

or the cashier at the Quick Mart?

Spoke with both of them, neither have anything

of real value to contribute.

But we have the security footage

and this we'll review for ID'ing the suspects.

So you haven't reviewed it yet?

These things take time, Ms. Marshall.

If you can be patient...

It's hard to be patient, Detective, when I'm expecting

this guy to pop up around any corner. I don't feel safe.

Look, I can appreciate your position,

but, um, we're moving as quickly as we can.

We do not have unlimited resources and this is,

this is not the only case we're working on.

What if I hire a private investigator?

Well, they're expensive and frankly don't do much good.

In fact, I find that they do more to interfere

with our investigation than they actually do to help.

Well, Detective, it doesn't seem like

there's much to interfere with.

You're gonna want to trust me on this.

Come in.

Hi.

Nice office.

Thanks. A friend of mine owns the bar.