Servant

-And what's your name? -Chloe.

Chloe. Well, best of luck to you, Chloe.

Of course we have to thank all the moms and the aunts

who traveled from far away to be with their daughters today,

stitching dresses, painting faces.

I think we have time to meet one more contestant

who's down here on the end twiddling her thumbs.

What's your name, pretty lady?

Leanne.

Leanne, very nice to meet you. Where were you born?

Wisconsin.

...the best of luck as they head into the talent portion of the competition.

I'm Dorothy Turner, 8 News.

You're ruining this for me. Get up.

-This is Julian. -He's not answering.

He must have slipped out this morning.

Are they ready yet?

Almost.

-Et voilà. -Great.

Dorothy, are you sure that means what we think it means?

Of course. What else could it possibly mean?

George.

Breakfast.

So, I ordered your Betamax player.

They are forecasting 15 inches, but Stuart, our FedEx man, is very hardy.

Midwestern stock. And if he could deliver our credenza in Hurricane Sandy,

then surely he can deliver a Betamax in this.

I know this tape is very important to you.

I wanna help however I can.

We made a deal.

What is this?

It was in your box.

It must've fallen.

I figured it might mean something to you.

Then you know.

It is time.

It's right this way.

Dorothy, how'd it go?

Good. I think.

He's asked to use the grill.

My grill? For what?

I don't know. He just asked.

-Don't look at me like that, please. -I'm not.

I've got this under control.

Leanne?

I was at your house.

Or what's left of it.

If you ever wanted to talk to someone... you know you can talk to me.

Having a tea party, are we?

You're making fun of me.

What do you want, Julian?

That whole charade with the door and the music...

you're not slick.

And I'm only here because you want me to be.

You said if I wanted to talk.

Yeah. I did say that.

Okay, shoot.

I don't know where to start.

Well, you can start with her.

That feels like some... deep shit.

She reminds me of my mother.

They have the same eyes.

-Hello. -Hi.

-May I help you? -I'm looking for Sean.

Sean?

Darling, this man says he knows you.

Are you sure you want to sit out here?

It's awfully cold.

That's all right. This is perfect.

Who's he looking for?

Oh, we have a guest staying with us.

So... how do you two know each other?

It's not often I haven't met such a good friend of Sean's.

Sean, you wanna take that?

He's a private investigator.

Julian and I hired him to look into Leanne.

Oh, Sean. You didn't.

I thought she had a shady past. Clearly, I was way off base.

Don't you think you should have shared that with me?

That our nanny was under investigation.

Well, I didn't want to involve you.

Well, I just feel like a fool.

Well, now that I'm in the loop, you better tell me everything.

Anything that might help us understand why they took Jericho.

I'm not sure I have anything.

How is that possible?

When you looked into Leanne, what did you find?

Not much.

Just a burnt up, old farmhouse. Some kind of tragic accident.

How close is your mother with your aunt and uncle?

Is he her brother?

George and May are my chosen family.

We're not actually related.

They said that God sent them walking down the road where I was buried in ash.

They told me that God had given me a second chance.

Every detail we can learn about these people is important.

All information, no matter how seemingly insignificant. It's Journalism 101.

You okay?

-I'm fine. -Let me get you a drink.

-I said I'm fine. -I'll get it.

Please... let me. This is my fault.

What is this?

Found them up here.

Must've been our mom's.

We're not supposed to listen to music.

They say it's a dark temptation.

But I don't understand that.

Just feels like light to me.

I wanna show you something.

From some local news archive.