Forbidden Secrets

It's all right.

Don't worry about a thing.

Good night, love bug.

- Good night, Mommy. Happy New Year.

What's wrong with Mommy?

- Sometimes people's minds wear out.

They get a little tired.

Your mom just needs to take a break, that's all.

Good night, Auntie Judith.

Good night, love bug.

You get under the covers.

Hmm...

Sleep tight.

I'm going to destroy you, you maniac!

Leave, before I call the police!

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Mommy?

Mommy?

What's going on?

Alex!

Mommy!

Alex!

Sam, you're killing me.

It's been years since I dreamt about it.

- Hey, you're the one who opened it up for discussion.

By the way, I am charging you for this.

Oh, that's real nice.

I'm not that scared little 6-year-old anymore, you know?

You know what? You owe me some freebies, so I'm collecting.

- All right. So what all happened while I was away?

- Well, be proud of me. I'm taking control of my life.

- Whoa, whoa. Now I'm afraid.

What's up?

- I'm divorcing Dan and I'm moving back into the brownstone.

Whoa, whoa. Stop.

Come on. Let's hear it.

What's up?

Look, this is what you get

for being a world-reknowned psychiatrist

and being on a lecture tour for 2 months.

Just be happy for me, Sam.

- I'm elated you're leaving Dan. You shouldn't have married him.

But as a psychiatrist--

I know what you think:

That's why I had this dream,

and I shouldn't move into the brownstone.

But trust me on this. I know what I'm doing.

- That's not what I'm afraid of.

Come on, old man!

Old man?

I'll show you some old man!

I'm so charging you for this!

Hi, J.J.

- Hey, Mrs. Lambeth! How was the jog this morning?

The park was beautiful.

I got you this.

- This is why you're my favorite tenant.

Always thinking of my stomach.

Good morning, Mr. Lambeth.

- Take care of my lovely wife, J.J.

Please, Dan.

What the hell's going on in here?

- Mrs. Lambeth, Jacob Anderson.

Mr. Lambeth hired us to take inventory

of the assets for the divorce.

We'll be out of here in a few hours.

Mr. Hickson, please.

Alexandra Lambeth.

He no longer represents me?

A conflict of interest?

Thank you.

- No, I'm sorry. You can't take that.

It was my aunt's.

I came into the marriage with it, I'm leaving with it.

OK? - Fine.

- So what else did my husband take out of the apartment?

Some personal effects.

Oh, I see.

- I've been asked to inform you

that this apartment is part of Tregold's holdings.

Therefore it doesn't belong to you or your husband.

The company will be assuming occupancy as of the 14th

and you'll be asked to surrender your keys by then.

- Oh, really? I'd like to do that now.

Mrs. Lambeth--

It's Kent. Miss Kent.

Mrs. Kent--

- I don't want any of it, all right?

I'll just be upstairs

collecting some of my personal effects.

Well, there's one last thing.

I've been asked to inform you that your invitation

to the children's charity reception still stands.

- Because you're no longer sitting on my couch

paying me for my advice, as I friend, I get to say this.

I don't think you should live here.

- You know, you're starting to sound like a parrot.

I love you for it.

I really thank you for clearing your schedule to do this.

- I wouldn't let you exorcise this beast alone.

It's just a house.

With the changes I've made, it's now my house.

Come on.

Hey...

You all right?

Yes, I'm fine.

It looks great, huh? - Um-hmm.

Miss Kent?

Still have a few things to fix,

but we're pretty much done in the living room.

You did a great job, Ed.

Thanks.

No real structural problems except the 2nd floor.

We moved the rest of the furniture up to the attic

like you requested.

And everything's been rewired to bring you up to code.

Let me show you the pool.

We've totally upgraded it.

I really think you're going to like it.

She's a beauty, huh?

Sealed two streamline cracks, but they weren't a problem.

A little tempermental to clean...

Come, I'll show you upstairs.

Bye, Sammy.

Everything looks real good.

- All right, I'll call you later.

All right, honey. Bye-bye.

Uh, Ed?

Uh...

Glad you're here. I believe I owe you this.

Oh, thanks.

Wow...

- Miss Kent, can I ask about the key?

Oh, I'm gonna need a set...

- No, I meant the rose around your neck.

- Um sorry, but this isn't a key.

May I?

Sure.

- Oh yeah. This looks like a pendant.

Watch.

I never knew!

- I saw my first one about 20 years ago.

It was a butterfly, and I've seen 3 others.

How did you--

- It's become a fascination with me.

It was made back in '29, after the Market crashed.

This very famous locksmith, Stanley Gruman,

he was hired by some of society's elite

to hide the keys to vault rooms in pendants.

To a vault room?

A hidden room in the house

where they would store valuables.

Behind a false wall in a cellar or attic.

Sort of pride myself on finding them.

I'd be very happy to look for it if you'd like.

No, that won't be necessary.

Thank you.

- I've taken care of the new artists and the Bowen exhibits.

The gallery will be fine without you for a few days.

Even the boss deserves time off.

Oh, I'd better be careful.

You just might replace me.

- Yeah well, I am getting a little addicted

to the power, you know?

Miss Kent?

Can I have a word?

Sure.

Your check was returned.

That's not possible.

I'll take care of it, OK?

- I'm going to cut my crew down until you do.

Sorry.

All right guys, let's wrap it up.

Yeah.

Really...

I understand.

So?

What's the Prince Charming update?

- Well, he froze all of our accounts.

I have zero money.

- You're taking this very well.

You are going to fight him?

- No, I'm not going to fight him.

That's exactly what he wants.

I'll just draw a paycheck from the gallery.

- Welcome to the fabulous land of high credit card debt

and week-to-week living.

You'll love it. Forget Dan.

Yeah, forget Dan.

- Besides, you have a mysterious key!

I do have a mysterious key!

You're right. To a mysterious room.