Ashley Marin

Three thousand, two hundred seventy-five.

Your personal accounts, business accounts.

Sean called you "Hanna Banana."

Yes, we're architects.

I'm sorry. She was a loyal customer.

Call them and ask?

She was very sweet.

Where do you bank, James?

Nice to meet you, Caleb.

Well, I knew Sean. Sean was a minister's son.

A nephew cleaning up after a distant relative.

It doesn't matter.

- I thought so. - Yeah.

Go out. If you're gonna study, go to the library.

- ...you need to speak to an officer. - Ah.

What's the name of your bank?

- Like Santa Claus. - Heh.

Were you and your aunt, uh, close?

My regular assistant didn't make your appointment. All I know is...

You'd have to have the customer's key...

Consider it. You've got the number.

I think technically that makes me a great-nephew.

It's a little late in the day to expect a response.

Mr. Leland, this is my daughter Hanna.

No. We never talked about it.