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- Can you put some pants on? - It's three-o'fucking-clock.

This is Roscoe, the guy I was telling you about.

- My brother-in-law, Sean. - Hey.

So, you're a private detective?

Actually, I work in Human Resources, but...

He does PI work on the side. He's qualified.

He's working on a day rate,

and number fucking one, we can trust him.

So, what did you find out?

Social media didn't give us anything on Leanne Grayson.

Public records had a birth in Wisconsin.

Maybe she really is just a farm girl who wandered into the big city.

There's a flight to Madison at 0500.

I say let's find out what we're dealing with.

I gotta cater an event.

Did I invite you?

I don't want you leaving Dorothy alone with her.

Not until we know more.

We need a picture of this girl.

Something we can show around her hometown.

See if we can get a positive ID.

Can you get one?

Her résumé. I'll get it for you.

- Did you see my fish guy out there? - No, Chef.

A lot of prep to get through today.

Plus, I'm gonna need you to taste everything before it goes out.

Chef?

I got a virus or something. It's knocked out my taste buds.

Good morning, Tobe.

Good morning, Mrs. Turner.

Is he talking about his taste buds again?

- Sounds serious. - Well, it's his lifestyle.

I've been warning him for years.

We got a dozen diplomats expecting five courses

of gastronomic perfection.

It may taste like dog shit, but it's gonna look like foie gras.

- Tobe, the veggies are in the cellar. - Yes, Chef.

There's someone at the door for you.

If that's not my fish guy, I'm fucked!

He's under a lot of pressure today.

Come sit. Have breakfast with me.

I know it's naughty, but it's the weekend so we can split one.

Mmm.

Leanne. This is Tobe. Tobe's Sean's...

What's your professional title again, Tobe?

- Commis chef. - Commis chef.

"Commis" must mean "not".

'Cause he peels vegetables and washes pots.

Thinks Sean's giving him an education, but I think it's child labor.

Yes.

They are slippery fuckers.

- Sean! - Fellas.

- Is that an eel? - Yeah. I'm gonna salt bake 'em.

Tobe, give me the hammer and nails from the top drawer.

- Yes, Chef. - I need help over here.

It's-It's still moving.

Oh, he'll be going for hours.

Funny things, eels. They don't quite realize when they're dead.

Okay. Cut it here and here.

So, Leanne, what do you plan to do with your day off?

Let's get this sucker's skin off.

Why won't it stop?

Look at all that blood. Hold it.

We were beginning to worry about you.

- I'm sorry, Mrs. Turner. - No, no, no.

How did I get up here?

Tobe. He really is quite strong.

Your blood sugar must be all over the place.

You're skin and bones. Here. It's chamomile and honey.

I think the bees are from New Zealand.

I suppose you're still getting used to us.

What must you think of it all?

I'm very happy here, Mrs. Turner.

Dorothy.

Come on, now, I know you can say it.

Dorothy.

Oh, you are the sweetest.

You and I are gonna be best friends as of now.

- Tobe. - Hi, Chef.

Try this.

It's a little sharp, Chef.

Better not be wrong.

Hey, I gotta take this. Five minutes, take it out of the salt.

Yes, Chef.

Hey.

We're here. Butt-fuck Wisconsin.

Just got an address for the Grayson homestead.

It's about an hour's drive from here.

You get the picture?

Yeah, what the fuck? Looks like she's dead.

I had to sneak into her room. She was sleeping.

An hour from now I might be showing that picture

to her gun-toting mom and pop.

That's gonna be an interesting conversation.

Julian, you're freezing. Bad reception.

I'll call you when we get there.

Okay.

She okay?

She's awake.

I'm gonna take her to town. We're gonna have lunch together.

Why?

Because it's our day off.

- Actually, I'm gonna leave him with you. - I'm catering an event.

Well, you can put him in the bouncy chair.

He can watch Daddy work.

Sean, is there something you'd like to say to Leanne?

Nothing comes to mind.

You terrified her showing off to Tobe with that eel.

- It was all my fault, Mrs. Turner. - Nonsense.

Sean.

I'm sorry if I upset you, Leanne.

There. That wasn't so hard.

When are you coming back?

When we're done.

We'll get a cab on the street.

Don't fucking drop it.

Chef.

- Hey. What's happening? - Can you talk?

Yeah, they're both out.

We're at the Grayson house.

You're gonna want to see this for yourself.

Looks like there was a fire.

Are you sure that's the right place?

Roscoe checked with the lab registry. We got coordinates.

It's in the name Grayson. Family of three. This is it, man.

It smells bad in here.

You guys find any pictures or anything personal?

Hang on. There's more.

Wait, wait. What's that? On the wall. Go back. Go.

I think that looks so good on you. I love it.

Let me see.

Look, look. Doesn't she look amazing?

And she got the perfect shoes to go with it.

I advanced her her next week's paycheck.

How's Jericho? Did he miss us?

He didn't say. Tobe wore him out. He's sleeping.

I'll go check.

You two seem to be getting along.

Well, we're getting to know each other.

What did you talk about?

Oh, well...

You know her. She's so shy.

You have to pull out every little word.

Did she mention where she's from or where she grew up?

No, not particularly. Why?

I just thought it would be nice to know a little more

about the person living upstairs.

Your interview techniques are legendary,

as all of Philadelphia knows.

If there's gossip I will sniff it out.

Like the pig on a truffle.

She offered to sit for us tonight.

No charge.

So, if you wanna get a table somewhere...

treat me like I'm your wife... or a whore.

Whatever does it for you.