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Woke up this morning, looked in the mirror...
I don't have any illusions about my relationship with Anthony.
What?
-What? What, Mrs. Bishop? -Acting this way.
You're really gonna like him.
You might, depending on what you worship, Miss Graves.
We're all very thrilled for you both.
There's no explanation, there's no reason.
-Agnes. -Oh, Ms. Hayes.
You still don't seem upset.
Do I detect a slight tinge of defensiveness on the subject?
We spent years hating each other, blaming each other.
...laughing and talking.
He listened to me, he comforted me.
Go to hell.
No, no regrets.
You don't think Mr. Addison's not coming in, do you?
No, no, no. Absolutely a hundred percent not.
And then it all fell into place.
Excuse me for interrupting, but were you two gonna take this case?
You've got to know that when I got on that train, I had every intention...
But you know what else?
Where is she?
...50 I could go someplace new, start over.
Maybe he just pulled the steel wool over Ms. Hayes' eyes.
Me with you in a car. I'm just not use to all this silence.
Takes a little longer than a few minutes to go from whack...
-In the garage. -Exactly.
I'm not Mrs. Bishop.
Instead of lying awake all night worrying about how you feel.
Oh, you mean about getting married?
I hate to break it to you, but that's what this is about, not you.
Let them get caught on some other detective show.
I got a lot of responsibility here, you know.
I'm not going by Mrs. Bishop. I'm going by Maddie Hayes.
Could I pull off the road and get you anything?
Let's try the police.
The baby being Sam's and not David's.
He owns a clam joint on the Hudson River, doesn't he?
The gnarled fingers of betrayal reaching down your throat...
Could I speak to you outside for a moment, please?
There is if you're Mrs. Baxter.
The business of Blue Moon is business. Show her in.
Mind if I turn the radio on first?