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No alarms or interruptions.
- Frankly, I'm looking to learn from you. - Not a problem, deputy.
He said sometimes it looked like things were being moved.
You're closed. Furtive. You're hiding something.
What was that? - Probably rats.
Any idea how much prison time that carries?
What? - Smells good.
And Foster's aura was pink.
No treasure.
My aunt likes to exaggerate. I'm a paralegal.
Some of the finest, rarest examples worth tens of millions of dollars.
Or was conscientious that way.
- Foster seemed like a nice guy. - That's a lie.
Not until I get a deal on the theft and the breaking-and-entering charges.
It's good, because I'm not. There are no factors to consider.
Foster was a thief and a liar.
The hostility kind of caught me off guard.
Boo!
Because, my credulous Van Pelt, spirits are smoke and mirrors.
How are you feeling, Mrs. Foster?
...how it feels to lose somebody.
Ah.
- Where were you last night? - In my home.
Foster had only been there a few weeks.
If you wanna go first, that's fine. No, no. No.
Oh, yeah.
No. I felt so awful that I left without talking to him.
I got nothing to tell you.
- Fight over a woman. You know how? - No, and I don't care.
I've brought you all here to help me find it.
I tried to stop it from escalating. That's why I was there in the first place, but...
But that's impossible.