You've had a minor heart attack.
But I'm healthy enough to still direct a play, right?
You need to reduce stress.
Because if there's a next time, it might not be so small.
My review was going to be a pan.
Death Rattle is a, is a classic, haunting, murder mystery.
It's not supposed to be fun.
This one... just didn't sing.
My folks adopted me
when they thought they couldn't have kids.
But then, they had Ben.
A guy who, by the way, was always fucking up.
Dickie said that Ben always got the credit.
What, CoBro was Dickie's creation?
That's motive.
I need to show you something.
I took this from Loretta's apartment.
On a fateful night, four weeks ago,
Hollywood Superstar Ben Glenroy died. Twice.
I'm Mabel Mora.
Join me, flying solo this time,
in the search for answers
on a new season of Only Murders in the Building.
#BloodyMabel.
Theater is all about choices.
What you share. What you hide.
The same story, even the same lines,
can be delivered a million ways.
Those choices change everything.
When I saw my first play, I fell in love.
My choice for my life was made.
Who ist that goes with me?
I was the lead in every school play.
I was "the best young actress in the Midwest",
according to an article in the Clayton Chronicle,
where my dad was the editor.
But, a visiting director from New York agreed.
After graduation, I'd go to Broadway.
It was all so clear.
Until it wasn't.
Acting is all about choices
and I had to make one.
There was a couple in town
who couldn't conceive,
and I thought it was best for everyone.
There was no instant success when I got to New York.
No delayed success either.
I began to wonder if I was being punished for my choice.
The family sent me an update.
They finally got pregnant.
A miracle.
And just like that,
you had a baby brother.
You wouldn't be alone.
I followed you from afar.
I made a book about you, which I cherish,
but it also made me sad
because I thought I'd never see you again.
But then, there it was.
A sign.
A chance to finally meet you.
Ready, Durkin, you still there?
Yes!
Yes! Hi!
Oh, hi. I-I'm so sorry, I thought...
My agent assured me that I was on the list.
There you were.
This is my manager, Dickie.
He's not just my manager, he's also my brother.
My baby boy.
♪ So, darling ♪
♪ My darling ♪
These last few months,
getting to know you,
they have been a dream.
But I've been lying to you.
So why am I telling you this today?
Because it's time.
And it's our sitzprobe rehearsal.
Sitzprobe.
When the actors first perform with an orchestra,
and you learn if all your choices
have produced something...
harmonious or horrific.
And...
if there's still time to make it all right.
- Synced and corrected by Firefly - - www.addic7ed.com -
Hey! Big day! How you feeling?
Oh, I can't believe we're here.
Listen, I was, um...
wondering if maybe we could...
could talk later.
You know...
Or I could just hand you something that I wrote
and run away.
Alright, everyone! Gather 'round.
Ah, yes. Okay.
So, supper later?
- I'd love to. - Okay.
- Hey, break a leg. - Thanks.
Loretta! Would you care to join us?
- Of course! - Thank you. Thank you. Okay.
Alright.
People, it's here.
Sitzprobe!
I-It's gonna be stop and start.
There's gonna be fuck-ups.
It's gonna be messy,
but we're just gonna fight through, okay?
And I need everyone to be dialed in.
No distractions.
Uh, actually, let's take two.
Uh, Howard, could you mind the shop?
- Thanks. - Two minutes, people!
Don't make me use the whistle!
No distractions.
Ooh, do I smell Schmackary's cookies?
You released a podcast without us?
Thought you didn't care about this investigation.
I don't, but I reserve the right to be hurt
when I'm excluded from things.
Mabel, where have you been?
Are you aware someone is living in your aunt's apartment?
I've been crashing with Theo for now.
Ooh...
Trouble in Candyland with Toblerone?
That's my affectionate nickname for Tobert,
who I like by the way, and who I approve of.
Tobert and I are fine, thanks.
He's at a commercial shoot, and he lent me some gear.
Whoa! GoPro!
Do you have a suspect?
Oh, I have a lot to figure out,
but my gut keeps telling me it's Dickie.
I told you to stay away f...
Actually, I don't mind Dickie.
Not in the cast.
Yes, let's go with Dickie. Dickie did it.
Wow, I can see your priorities haven't changed.
Hey, you know what else hasn't changed?
What a terrific team we make.
We're back! The trio is back! "Trio" on three!
One...
Any, any time now.
I'm guessing you're gonna put your hand in any minute now.
And two!
You're cutting it awfully close, you two. Come on.
Mr. Putnam to the stage.
Unless you want me to direct? Because I will do that.
Okay, he's out of control.
♪ When you're a creature of the night ♪
♪ In the bleak midnight rain, could you go ♪
♪ So insane! ♪
♪ A creature of the night ♪
♪ In the bone-chilling cold as the madness takes hold ♪
- _ - ♪ See the blood drip, drip, drip ♪
♪ While your grip starts to slip ♪
♪ Do your demons reside ♪
♪ In the side that you hide from the light? ♪
♪ Are you a creature... ♪
- _ - ♪ Of the night? ♪
Focus, everyone! Please focus!
- I need your focus! - ♪ Of the night ♪
♪ Is it you? Is it true? ♪
♪ At the edge of the world ♪
♪ A body lies cold ♪
♪ A creature of the night! ♪
And cue the nanny.
Who goes there?
NYPD, motherfuckers!
The stalker, he didn't do it.
He's creepy as fuck, but he is not the killer.
The killer is someone in this room.
Goddammit! I always wanted to say that shit.
How did it sound, boys? Did it sound strong to you?
- Yeah, yeah. - Mm-hmm.
I...
Is that my Roxie?
Girl! I saw Chicago. Let me tell you something.
Your work on that stage is a goddamn delight.
Oh, my God, stop.
- No, you stop! - No, you stop!
I would really hate to lock yo ass up!
Everybody, let's go!
Come on! We moving it downtown!
Look, not to pour cold water
on this perfectly executed surprise reunion,
but...
why does it have to be someone from here?
Couldn't it be someone from the Arconia?
Or a, a damn freak accident?
Ben Glenroy was poisoned before opening night,
which they conveniently covered up,
so that means it's someone in here.
A freak accident p-poisoning?
Oliver...
Okay. Two minutes.
Off stage. Please?
Alright.
- But, two minutes. - Yeah, yeah, yeah. I... Two...
- That's, that's all we need. - Come on, guys.
Oliver.
Tell me I'm hallucinating,
and that woman isn't really here.
Oh, don't worry. Uh, Detective Williams is an old friend.
No.
Her.
Y-Yes, uh, Maxine, I invited.
I know it's not normally done, but...
A critic at sitzprobe?
It's never done! For good reason.
And Maxine?
I have nightmares about that woman.
Look, Maxine did not love the first version of the show.
So, I thought, why not get her excited about the musical version?
Let's build buzz, people.
So, we've got cops and a critic here?
Everybody loves a packed house.
Don't fuck this up, Oliver.
We are literally lighting cash on fire
every minute we're in this theater.
And loosen up.
You look as wooden as that fucking lighthouse we built.
Oh, my gosh, I love Chicago.
Now, have you seen the movie version?
- Oh. - With Queen Latifah?
- You know... - Hey! Hey, hey, hey.
Fun thought. Interrogations happen here!
Question a suspect, take in a tune.
I mean, why does murder always have to be
such a dreary business anyway?
Yeah, and you know actors.
I mean, you've gotta make 'em comfortable
if you wanna get 'em to talk.
Yeah, they're a weird-ass bunch.
A-And I could help.
Like, play bad cop, or,
you know, get you a latte.
Nah, you've done more than enough, Mora.
Because of your podcast,
I got kicked off a cushy-ass gig at Community Services.
Do you know that I was in charge of a playground?
I knew it. This is Mabel's fault,
swinging solo in our podcast playground.
Let's stay away from blaming words like "fault".
Neutral language, please.
Oh...
Y'all are fighting.
Actually, you know what? Don't tell me.
I don't even care.
I'm gonna go find a room to do some interrogations.
Oliver, I know you and I haven't been seeing eye-to-eye,
but we've got to get in on those interviews.
Look, my show is hanging on by a thread here.
Finding this killer is the only way
that you'll actually have an opening night.
She's right. We're back. Whoa-ho-ho!
Hands in! Let's go!
I made a huge break in the case. You gotta come with me.
Mm, just Mabel.
The ace investigator with a closet full of cashmere.
I wanna be her in a next life.
Follow me.
It's okay. Go. I'll spy on Williams.
- Seriously? - Yes, yes.
I-If-If cracking this case
means I save my show, I'm in.
It's just, it's been a minute.
Mabel, trust us. We've got this.
Mabel! Come on.
- Williams! - Yeah, okay.
So when the cops came, I rushed in here
to shred my Papa Smurf-Skeletor slash-fic.
In the wrong hands, it could be misunderstood.
Then, this happened.
The spooky sound from opening night,
when I was looking for the broom,
and the door was locked.
Someone was in here shredding something.
Yes! So we're left with two questions.
What was happening in here
right before Ben Glenroy was poisoned,
and can I be on your podcast?
I don't know. I mean,
it could be linked to Ben's death, or it could not be.
Either way, the evidence is destroyed.
We can reassemble it.
I can.
I am a master at word searches and jumbles.
I was an unpopular child.
No.
I can take any word
and list every word you can make out of its letters.
Take "puzzle", for example.
From "puzzle", you can make "up" and...
Actually, "up" might be the only word in puzzle.
That was a bad example. Give me another word, Mabel.
Uh! Uh, "treasure".
"Erasure", "austere", "rats".
Mabel, we don't have time to list them all!
We need to reassemble these! There might be a clue.
Okay, I can help.
Great. Go get me some scotch tape.
No, I can actually help.
I mean, puzzles are kind of my thing, too.
There's a killer on the loose! This is what I do!
Go get me scotch tape, then get the hell out of my way.
O-Oh...
See? Perfect for sitting and probing during sitzprobe?
You got your low lighting,
you got an ergonomic chair,
uh, back issues of The New Yorker.
A fantastic "Talk of the Town" piece
about a pigeon who lives in a clock at the Guggenheim.
Yeah, I don't give a damn about your old-man magazines,
but I do love a good chair. Lumbar support?
For days!
Ooh-hoo-hoo!
Okay.
- Young man, come and have a seat. - Ah, yeah.
Thank you.
Charles, I'm not talking till you get up and go.
Okay. Sure. Yeah. Have fun.
Okay, so...
Please leave. Sorry about that.
Uh, so opening night,
you arrived at the theater at what time?
Um, let's see, I-I got here before Kimber...
Excuse me, excuse me.
I'm just looking for my weighted blanket.
Just continue the questioning
like I'm not even here. Blanket...
You got here at what time?
Um, I think around 5:00.
Okay, 5:00 p.m.? And did you get in contact
with your stage manager at all?
Jeez! These things weigh, like, 60 pounds.
It's like the weight of a small man!
Or a big cozy dog.
Charles. Knock it off. Get outta here.
Well, the trouble is I'm weighted down now.
I can't hardly move.
I'll tell you what, I just won't listen.
Huh! Look at this.
Yeah, here we go.
Whatever.
- So you got here at what time? You said 5? - Yes.
And did you notify the stage manager?
I did not. I forgot to notify her...
Excuse me, excuse me, excuse me.
♪ ... Pickwick Triplets did it ♪
- Hey. - What?!
I know what you're doing!
I'm just practicing my patter song.
A-And not to brag, but I can do four lines in a row now
without going into a panic attack.
Yeah, that's not really a brag. Get out!
_
Come in.
Hello.
You took something from my apartment.
Didn't you?
Yes, I did.
And I shouldn't have.
Here.
You don't owe me any explanation.
I mean,
sure, th-the book is a little odd,
but, uh,
th-th-the point is,
y-y-you don't need to tell me.
Thank you.
See, this is where you jump in
a-and tell the story behind the book,
so we can move on and never speak of it again.
You don't trust me.
Of course, I trust you.
I-I was confused.
But it's not like I think you're the killer.
In fact, Mabel thinks it's Dickie,
and Mabel's never wrong.
Except when she suggested
that I remove the singing crab people from the show.
- I mean, that's just lunacy. - Dickie? Why Dickie?
I mean...
Ben's creepy brother?
I can see it.
Loretta to the stage for The Nanny's Lullaby.
Loretta to the stage.
So...
- Uh... - Yeah, yeah.
- I gotta go. - Yeah, got you. Just...
And then my family, they moved down to Florida,
which was really tough on me...
... because my mother only has one foot...
Bobo. Bobo, please.
Again, I'm gonna remind you, this is a police interview.
Cut all that family shit out.
- Okay, okay. - Now, focus.
Five minutes before the curtain went up,
where were you?
- I... - Very quickly.
Oh, my God.
I just wanted to say sorry for Charles.
I-It's my fault he's acting up, you know. I-I...
I gave him a patter song, which is theater parlance...
I know what the fuck a patter song is.
Is it the Gilbert & Sullivan thing, right?
Like Pirates of the Pen... You know what?
No! We're not doing this!
We're not doing this. Stay focused, now.
Anyway, it ratcheted up his anxiety
to a whole new level.
Now, I don't know if you've ever hit a deer,
but in the moment before your car makes impact,
there's a look in their eyes...
And Charles is the deer. I got it.
Do you, though?
- Maybe I just stay here... - No.
... until I think of the right devastating analogy.
- Putnam? - What?
- Get the fuck out! - Okay.
- Close the door! - Oh, yes.
Good seeing you.
Seriously? How many rolls
of colored masking tape does a theater need?
Where's the scotch tape?
Hey.
That's spike tape. I got you. Here.
I never go anywhere without it.
Side gig as a professional gift wrapper.
- Thank you. - Mm-hmm.
So, um...
Oliver says that you're investigating.
So I thought, "Hm.
Maybe I should find out
what your theory is and lend a hand?"
You know, killers sometimes insert themselves
into investigations.
Oh. That's really funny.
No! No, I just really wanna help.
I mean, this show means the world to me.
God, it's supposed to be my Broadway debut.
For God's sake.
Took me long enough.
There's nothing wrong with being a late bloomer.
I'm one myself.
Hmm.
I'm looking at Dickie.
Oh, you don't want it to be him, do you?
I mean, I know you have a relationship with him.
What do... Wh-What do you mean?
Isn't he your manager or something?
Oh, yeah! He... Yeah, he's my m...
Of course, I don't want it to be him,
but I also don't think he did it.
I mean, Dickie's just a really good kid.
Isn't he, like, 50?
Yeah, he's a child.
Well, but what about poison?
You know, not to be sexist,
but that is more a woman's method.
Well, Dickie was in charge of Ben's food.
Could be easy and convenient.
Uh, yeah, but before we pin it on him,
you should know that there is a cast of...
much odder characters around this show.
I'm just gonna throw a name out. Bobo.
We don't really know Bobo, do we?
I mean, he's the comic relief,
but, um, is the comedy hiding something sinister?
I thought poison was a woman's method.
Oh, yeah. Right, right. So...
Mm, KT! What a bitch.
Could be...
I'm just trying to, um,
picture Dickie as a murderer, and, um...
Uh, hold on, hold on, hold on.
And no. I can't.
Sorry.
I just can't picture it.
Thanks.
Charles-Haden Savage to the stage
for The Pickwick Triplets.
God help us all.
I really have to do the whole thing?
Yes. All two minutes, 46 seconds.
No White Room.
No fake migraine one verse in.
Hi.
Uh... Okay, here we go.
Just watch. Just watch.
♪ Three little babes ♪
♪ In their bassinets ♪
♪ Angelic little triplets ♪
♪ Or triple threats? ♪
♪ They might have fooled the others ♪
♪ But they won't fool me ♪
♪ It's time to give these teething, seething three ♪
♪ The third degree ♪
♪ Which of the Pickwick Triplets did it? ♪
♪ Who of the crew would commit this crime? ♪
♪ Might a little brat make a mommy go splat? ♪
♪ It's a story pretty gory for a nursery rhyme ♪
♪ Which of the Pickwick Triplets did it? ♪
♪ Which of the spawn had the brawn to kill? ♪
♪ Will a baby get tried for matricide? ♪
♪ Coochie-coochie coo ♪
♪ Time for you or you or you to admit it ♪
♪ So, quick as a whip ♪
♪ Gotta pick which Pickwick Triplet did it ♪
♪ Penelope in pink sure is making quite a stink ♪
♪ Is she trying to throw me off the scent? ♪
♪ Though she bats her little eyes ♪
♪ Is she a killer in disguise? ♪
♪ With a diaper full of criminal intent ♪
♪ Preening Patrick is pernicious ♪
♪ With an appetite so vicious ♪
♪ He would bite the hand that feeds him with a sneer ♪
♪ But could that rotten tot ♪
♪ Be behind this evil plot? ♪
♪ Baby-stepping towards a murderous career ♪
♪ Pouty little Paco's looking coy ♪
♪ But he's a bad, bad boy ♪
♪ Could Paco's passion prove apocalyptic? ♪
Is that something?
♪ With his paci and his rattle ♪
♪ Did this pisher go to battle? ♪
♪ Proving he's the perp amidst this Pickwick triptych ♪
♪ In this picaresque puzzle of the Pickwick pack ♪
♪ Will a lighthouse shed some light ♪
♪ On which kid gave ol' Mom a whack? ♪
♪ There's an infant to indict ♪
♪ I'll book this little crook tonight ♪
♪ But, which of the Pickwick Triplets did it? ♪
♪ Who of the crew would commit this crime? ♪
♪ Which little brat made Mommy go splat? ♪
♪ Which crib, which sib will be doing hard time? ♪
♪ Which of the Pickwick Triplets did it? ♪
♪ Which little putz had the guts to kill? ♪
♪ Like a forensic pediatrician ♪
♪ I'll complete this inquisition ♪
♪ I will name the neonatal ♪
♪ From the cradle that proved fatal ♪
♪ I will find the perpetrator ♪
♪ Who did murder to their maker ♪
What's up?
I can't do dinner tonight.
The cops said they need to talk to me.
Why? What about?
It can't be good.
♪ Or coochie-coochie coo ♪
♪ What if none of it is true? ♪
♪ Has my inspection been too cursory? ♪
♪ Should I look outside this nursery? ♪
♪ What if none of the Pickwick Triplets did it? ♪
♪ Who'd have had a menacing motive and hid it? ♪
♪ Who? Who? Who? ♪
♪ Well, I pick ♪
♪ You! ♪
There probably wasn't anything important in here.
It was a dumb idea.
- I'm full of them. - Uh-huh.
Oh, wow. Don't even push back.
But, fair. Don't coddle me.
Hey...
You were right.
Our killer might have stood right here on opening night.
There's something important in there,
and only you can find it.
I don't know if I can.
Howard, what are the words in "determined"?
"Tired". "Denied".
- Keep going. - "Remedied".
"Redeem".
"Me".
Oh. That worked better than I expected.
See? You can do this.
I did find this.
That's the date of opening night.
Okay, find all the other pieces with the same font.
Who knows, you might get a spot on the podcast.
I can be on the podcast?
I said "might" and "who knows".
I'm gonna need a lot more fucking tape.
- Here she comes. - Alright.
So! I'm assuming no luck with Williams?
Funny, isn't it? The way she doubts us.
Oh, she thinks we're fools.
But that's only because we're so skilled at playing them.
Weird flex, but okay.
We have the interrogations on tape.
On tape?
Charles, let's bring the lady up to speed.
Well, I went in first...
... making Williams think I was just an idiot
trying to eavesdrop.
But, really, I was piquing her interest.
For, you see,
Detective Williams is a theater nut.
♪ Which of the Pickwick Triplets did it? ♪
We knew she'd be interested in a patter song,
and doubly so if it involved Charles
absolutely humiliating himself.
Now, I don't know if you've ever hit a deer...
So, I painted a picture
of just how tragic Charles was on stage.
The bait was set.
You need to get me the time to sneak past
this phalanx of coppers so I can set it all up.
- I've got this. - Okay.
I just have to say one word after another.
One word, yes.
Faster than any human ever should.
Uh-huh.
She took it,
and the interrogation room was left unattended.
Okay...
Of course, in order to give Oliver the time needed,
I had to get through all of it.
Didn't miss a word.
So, you're saying, with Tobert's GoPro...
We recorded everything.
All the big interrogations.
Oh, my God! That sounds so unnecessarily complicated,
but you guys actually did it.
Uh-huh.
You know what this calls for.
Wanna make a podcast with me?
Oh, my God, this is corny.
- So corny. - I know, it is.
So, so corny.
But it was, it was good. It was cute.
- It's fun, yeah. - It's cute.
- Murder? - Yeah.
Murder, yeah.
Nerves.
Yeah.
Forty years in show business, and I've still got 'em.
Who doesn't?
Is everything alright, dear?
Oh. Yeah. I just have some nerves of my own.
Of course.
You saw Maxine Spear out there, I take it.
Mm-hmm.
It's quite a big swing we've taken with this show,
trying to save it.
I don't know that I would've hung on
- if it weren't for Cliff. - Mm-hmm.
- His first show. - I know.
As a mother, you can't help it.
You spend your whole life looking out for your child.
It never stops.
And you'll do anything to make sure they're okay.
Mm... hmm.
The final number's next, right?
- Mm-hmm. - Okay, where's Loretta?
We're looking for her.
I do hope you find her.
She's really quite extraordinary, Oliver.
So you like what you're seeing?
Well, when I last saw this show in previews,
I thought there was no hope, and when I heard
you were making it into a musical,
I got so excited
that I was gonna savage your toe-tapping dreams.
But this, this, this, this...
is pure Oliver Putnam.
Uh, tell me, Maxine, does it sing?
You'll have to wait for my review.
Oh. Here you are.
Hey, shouldn't you be getting ready
for your big final number?
Oh yeah.
Something about being back in this theater.
I just... keep thinking about...
Opening night? I know.
I keep thinking about the fight I had with Ben
right before he...
You know, he said I was dead to him.
Look, you c-couldn't have known that...
No, it's not that. I'm not upset I hurt his feelings.
He was a prick.
I just knew the next morning, he'd rope me back in.
But when he was gone,
for those few brief moments, I just...
I felt free.
And then he was back.
I was trapped again.
I couldn't take it anymore.
You understand?
Of course, I do.
Loretta to the stage for The Sake of a Child.
Loretta to the stage.
Was there something you needed to say to me?
Oh...
Mm-mm.
You didn't deserve this.
None of this ever should have happened.
It's not your fault.
You are the best part about these last few months for me.
Oh...
Loretta, Loretta, U-Uh, c-can I...
- Yeah. - Give me just one s... Thanks.
We're gonna start
with your part of the song.
- And just focus... - Okay, not Jonathan?
Yeah, well, we'll do that in a little bit, um...
And listen to me.
I know that you're upset with me.
And that's fine. That's fine.
But, I-I need to say that I do trust you.
And I-I don't care about the book.
I don't care about any of it.
I just wanna be with you.
To do our show.
Excuse me, our hit show,
and go home to your funny little apartment
and just fall asleep in your arms.
- Oliver, you don't have to... - No, I do.
And there's more.
And it's a biggie.
I love you.
Wow, I haven't said those words in a minute.
But you know what? It felt right.
So I'm gonna say it again. Here it goes.
I love you.
Loretta! We need you up here, please.
Okay, well...
... break a leg.
- Clock is ticking. - Coming.
♪ A nanny's only duty is to the children ♪
♪ To keep them swaddled in the safety of her care ♪
Ooh...
♪ With a fierce and iron will ♪
♪ She would fight, and she would kill ♪
♪ If she's poked, she'll be provoke... ♪
♪ And like... ♪
- I'm so sorry. - Huh.
I can't hear the, um, rhythm.
Can I just have the piano in the orchestra?
Like, I can't hear the rhythm. And then, I'll come in on the...
Yeah.
♪ A nanny keeps her patience under pressure ♪
♪ Forceful and resourceful as can be ♪
♪ No matter what you might hurl toward her ♪
♪ She keeps the goddamn house in order ♪
♪ But if you want those kids ♪
♪ You have to go through... ♪
♪ Me ♪
Charles...
these aren't photos of Ben.
They're photos of Dickie.
♪ For the sake of a child ♪
♪ I'd give my life completely ♪
♪ For the sake of a child ♪
♪ To Hell and back I'd go ♪
♪ No, I won't bend and I won't break ♪
♪ There are precious lives at stake ♪
♪ I'll die before I'd ever let him go ♪
♪ No! ♪
♪ For the sake, no! For the sake ♪
♪ Stop! For the sake, wait! ♪
Sorry!
I did it.
I killed Ben.
I put poison in his disgusting protein drink
just before we went on stage opening night.
And then when that didn't work, he showed up at the party,
and I... I pushed him down the elevator shaft.
Loretta, no. No, no!
I'm not gonna let another innocent man
go to jail for what I did.
- Please don't do this! - Damn.
I stayed for the drama,
but you definitely brought it, Nanny.
Leave her alone! You can't do this!
I'm sorry, Oliver.
I'm so sorry.
Come on, you're coming with us, ma'am.
Oh God.
Oh, my God.
Oliver?
What's going on? Oliver! Hey!
Oliver, wake up.
Call somebody! Get some help!
- Can you hear me? - Come on, Oliver!
Come on! Where is somebody?!
Oh, my God!
Come on, Oliver, please no!
Get some help!
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