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(phone ringing)
Can we have a word in a more private environment?
TO THE CARIBBEAN! PRESS FIVE--
Grace.
do you know why your husband was fired?
♪ (INTENSE MUSIC PLAYS) ♪
Would you give Stuart a call? Dr. Rosenfeld at the hospital.
(bike wheel clicking, bell rings)
(traffic noises)
and this is our first school murder,
-Thank you. -Woman: Can you guys give me a hand down here?
CAUSE OF DEATH HASN'T BEEN CONFIRMED, BUT WE'RE TOLD
♪ OF ME ♪
-So why didn't you tell me? -I didn't know,
Probably that he loved me?
that he forgot his fucking phone!
(door opens)
(sighs)
(kiss) I'm gonna take my hand away,
Hung up.
No, nothing about this entire day
And I found the phone last night, and that's why it--
then how is he gonna communicate with you?
and she was fucking dead.
No. No, no, no, no, no.
-(ears ringing) -Grace: (sighs) This is fucking bullshit.
♪ DREAM A LITTLE ♪
Hen--
-I don't do that. I don't patronize people. -Don't...
The sooner you make it clear that you're not involved,
Oh! God...
Henry has school.
I have to get some clothes,
-Morning, Grandpa. -THOUGH OTHER PARTYGOERS DISPUTE THAT ACCOUNT.
thought "wrong number," and hung up. Okay?
Give me two-- You're going to give me two minutes before you do that.
-I-I really can't talk. -The conf--
(door shuts)
Mendoza: Dr. Fraser...
-(news report on TV) -It's all over.
(crying) I'm timid,
♪ TILL SUNBEAMS FIND YOU ♪
manufactured by this, this... crazy woman.
-He left his phone? -Mm-hmm.
-You're right. -Yeah.
and also...
Robert, wh-- What's going on?
Grace, you need to get out of here, you and Henry.
At the night of the fundraiser, I went to confront her.
GRACE FRASER: Are you trying to intimidate me?
To worry about people.
-(crying) -(smashing)
-Grace: Yes? -There are two police officers waiting for you in the lobby.
Thank you for coming down.
I cannot talk. I am constrained. There are strict terms.
Reporter: WE ARE LIVE IN FRONT OF THE REARDON SCHOOL
(Grace panting)
♪ DREAM OF ♪
We were romantically involved,
He arranged to be unreachable, Dad.
where the son of the victim...
Part of me wants to be dangerous.