Margaret and I...

I will, Gammy.

I talk to your neighbors, I interview your coworkers.

I went there and I pounded on the door,

I wish you had another son. I really do.

I mean, I picked up on all her little hints.

And once they cleared, I looked down, and I saw...

- Margaret! - I forgot, OK?

I don't understand this.

I know, I know. OK, tell Gammy I'm sorry. OK? What...

Step two, I dig deeper. I look at your phone records,

I mean I wouldn't possibly drink the same coffee that you drink

But I didn't realize any of this until I was standing alone.

I did not take an oath. When did I take an oath?

I don't understand what's happening.

- I have. - It's a sign.

I got it. Let go.

Yeah. I can see that.

So did I miss the story?

OK, well. Then I guess we...