Dice Shame - DICE SHAME RECOMMENDS: Threshold Part 1

Episode Date: July 16, 2026

Dice Shame Recommends! Before we jump into Season 3 of Dice Shame, check out our sister show, MALEVOLENT!Malevolent: THRESHOLD is a direct continuation of Malevolent, the Audio Drama. This Series 2 sees John and Arthur having returned to Arkham after their time seeking the BLACKSTONE and facing the new and terrible truth this world has revealed to them. Faced with the new challenges before them and old foes perhaps still a threat, the duo must carve a new path in this strange world.Featuring Jo Guthrie as "Faroe"Support Malevolent and be a part of the story now at: https://www.patreon.com/TheINVICTUSStream Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Yeah, yeah. You must have been close. Thank you for stopping by so late. Hello. Who's there? I said who's there. I said who's there. Fucking... You think you're fucking funny?

Who the fuck I am? Any idea? Whose fucking door? You're banging on. Come on chance. To piss off. Before I end you. Door.

Got to sleep to farm. The stakeout? Our case? How's it going? As well as it's been going for the last few hours. Well, thanks for keeping an eye out. Yeah, for four goddamn hours, while you dozed. Remind me again.

How exactly is this fair? How? You want a full refresher? Okay, well, let's see. Um, last year I opened a mysterious book that was delivered to my office. And when I did, a fragment of an Eldridge Guard known as the King in Yellow, that's you, John, was somehow transferred into me. I meant...

Leaving me completely blind. However, he got control of my eyes, so when we do stakeouts, or have to tail a client, or hell have to file a police report, you're sadly the one who watches. Well, I... I get to nap. It's the napping I'm talking about.

Feels like I have to work while you get to rest. That's exactly what it is. Hardy, har-har. Oh, come on. You get plenty of time to rest, too. Do you not? I don't rest. Sure, sure.

What I mean is when I sleep, you get your time to relax, to pursue your own endeavors. And you do the same. When you want time alone, I let you put me in time out. willingly. You said you enjoy that space. You said it's like sleeping for you. It is.

I'm not complaining. In moments like this, shouldn't we both be working? What am I supposed to do here? We're stuck staring at the broad side of a barn. And the field surrounding. How am I supposed to know? I mean, you could review the case with me. Keep me company.

I know, but it's so boring. Like it isn't for me. Fine. The Annette case. He hired us because he suspected someone of nefarious nature was living in his barn. It wasn't just him who hired us. A few of the local farms were concerned. Some of the livestock went missing.

Rightly. On that is the one who noticed the guy. Yes. And for the past three nights, he's seen a figure, skulking about the fields. And when he looked into the barn during the day, he saw signs of someone living there, including... including a sigil painted on the floor. In blood. In what he thought looked like blood.

It can't be blood? It can be. But we don't know that. For all we know, it's a vagrant just needing a warm bed for the night. A vagrant? We don't know anything. In fact, we don't even know if old man Arnit is all there. All there.

Oh, he's older than dirt, John. And he said himself that his granddaughter was dating a troublemaker. It's probably the two of them sneaking off to canoodle in the... the barn while the old man sleeps. What about the sigil? I don't know. Maybe kids these days make love in mysterious ways. I'd rather not know.

Yeah, well, you better know. Faroe is bound to start dating soon. Don't bring Faroe up, please. God, I'm having a hard enough time sleeping as it is. Well, then wake up! Why is she keeping you up? You know why! There's been what?

A handful of months since... Since we got back? Yeah, and I mean, I can't. tell her about you. I know. You know how awkward that is for me? I know. I know.

I'm just... I need more time to... To what? Look, good as I am without needing to see, she's bound to start asking questions. She's a sharp girl, John. Sharper than I am. Than either of us.

She knows something's up. Don't put this all on me. You're hesitant to tell her as well. Of course I am. Of course I am. Are you kidding me? All my life I wanted a second chance with Faroe. All my life I had hoped to see the woman she'd grow into. And now, now that I do, I...

You know how terrified I am to upset the apple cart? It's a force. She has such heart. You know, she's acing all of her classes at Miss Katani. I know. People out there, they are desperate for times to change. for the next era. But me?

And begging for life to just slow down to a crawl. I want to sit in every moment with her. Catch up on all of those years missed. Tell her everything. And yet, I'm so nervous to say the wrong thing. I could lose her again. You're not going to, though.

She's not... She's not like that. I know, I know. Look, I don't know what the manager did. I don't know what magic he pulled to have her here with us, but... It's clear that she's never known anything else. Same with everyone else, for that matter. Jack, God! Navigating the discovery was awkward.

Oh, hey, Daniel. Did I ever mention for O? Of course, Arthur. She was staying with me while you were out dealing with those monstrosities. It's as if she's always been here. Which makes it all the more awkward when I ask her things I'm supposed to know about. Like where she's staying, or where she's staying, or what she's studying. It's difficult to find out what you don't know.

Without her thinking, I'm a shit father who doesn't listen. You're trying your best. Yeah. We both are. And thank God no one seems to question why I'm only 15 years older than... Speaking of, don't forget that we're meeting her for dinner after this. Don't forget. You're the one watching the time, aren't you?

I'm watching the barn. How the fuck am I supposed to be watching the time? Well, maybe if you weren't sleeping. Tell me you are fucking with me. Wait, wait. What? Movement. From the tree line.

Behind the barn. I can barely see through the rain, but I... I think it's a figure. Moving from the wood toward the field. Stay with him. He's crouched low. The line outside is very dim and covered in shadow, but... He moves with nervousness.

Arnett said he found some entrails in the woods. A creature. Deer. Yeah. Gutted with a knife. Do you see a weapon? Tough to tell. All right.

He scampered up the hay bales on the side of the barn and headed into the loft. Shall we confront this vagrant? Don't suppose the rain is going to let up, is it? You're bringing in the gun. Shouldn't I? What about this seems violent? Nothing, but it can't hurt, can it? People get spooked by guns, Arthur.

It speaks to... Intention. Speaks to intention. What do you... I'm just saying. You said yourself, blood sigils. You said it wasn't blood. Look, you're just nervous.

I get that. But this isn't like it was before. You know, we're just outside the city. These are just people. And the majority of the cases that we've handled so far, they all end in mundane, simple explanations. Yeah. Remember the Garnet case?

Literally just misplaced. And the stained livery case? Oh yeah, Leonard Gilbert. They're just people. You bring the gun, and this could change a potentially friendly chat, to an armed encounter. But look, It's your car.

I support either way. People they may be, but it's people that I'm cautious about, John. As you said, these cases are mundane. But at this point, the mundane can do just as much damage. Very well. All right. What? It's so wet out there.

Get out. All right. The barn is straight ahead. Though the cloud covers the moon, there's still a fair bit of light coming through. The barn. The barn sits black, drawn of all its color against the blue hue of the lightning strikes, and obfuscated moonlight.

The barn looks old. Not the oldest we've encountered, but surely one that has been around for some time. Do you want to enter the way he did? Would you rather move through the front? Let's follow him. All right. The hay bales are stacked up opposite the forest. Move to the right of the building.

There's a small wooden fence here. You'll need to... Yes. Yeah, there. Perfect. Now stay low. The rain may cover the sound of our movement, but it won't hide our approach should he look out.

Here, here. You'll need to climb them. Okay, okay. The opening. It's just ahead. Just stay low. Crouched on this top veil of hay. See if you can peek over the edge just slightly.

Give me a moment to look. It doesn't even look like he's using light. I don't see any movement. Head it. Okay. From the dim light outside, it looks like there are crates. A few stacked against the far wall of this upper barn loft area. And a few to our immediate left.

We are near the back of the barn, so... Okay. Yeah. This loft area is rather large. It looks like a maze of mold-covered hay bales, and wooden crates filled with various farm supplies almost serve as walls, creating a branching path deeper into the barn.

I can understand why this vagrant would have gone undetected. He must be somewhere, squirled away, near the front of the barn. Can you see, can you navigate? Barely. I can for a bit with a guiding hand, but eventually I'll need some light. Unless... Unless he has a light deeper in that we can't see. Yes.

All right. Slow and steady. Anything you see. Yeah, yeah, of course. This loft feels maze-like. A few flashes of blue light from the opening behind us. Cut hard shadows through the crates, painting the floor. angular patterns

like a fun house only only there's no fun I hear something listen I can hear him but I can't make out what he's saying I mean look we're not going to kill him

we need to tell him to shove off so might as well just approach okay but it's still dark use the lighter right right show him that you don't mean him any harm

he's just around the crates to our right and who are you? He's seen the light Who are you? He stands and Who are you? He's dropped a knife he held.

It's okay. But his hands are covered in blood I don't mean you any harm He clenches his fists in rage Who are you? His eyes are wild, Arthur. My name is Arthur Lester I'm a private investigator

here in Arkham or downtown. He looks feral, Arthur. His eyes dark behind us as if expecting others. He's shaking. Nervously or angrily, I can't tell. What are you doing here? Who sent you? Who sent me?

Arthur, behind him on the floor. In dim candlelight is the sigil and some blood. There's also a page from some book. The farmer who owns the barn sent me. Look, I'm only here to... Liar! He sent you, didn't he? Who?

Who? Who do you think sent me? Did he? No! No! Listen! Listen! Whatever happened to you, I promise. I am not part of it. I'm not... Connect with him.

Ask him his name. Look, look. Let's just talk. Okay? What's your name? What can I call you? Please. Please.

I swear to you. I'm alone. Sam. Okay. Okay. Sam, listen to me. I swear to you, whatever you're wrapped up in, whoever you think sent me.

It's not the case. I have nothing to do with it, okay? He unclenches his fist. His shoulders relax, but only slightly. You know, but maybe I can help you. Tell me, why are you here? He glances to the sigil on the floor for a moment. What are you doing?

I have to stop it, but it's not working. What's not working? He did such terrible things Such horrible But I found the way I did I found the way to stop him He scrambles to the floor

To fetch The page It's blood-stained And it looks ripped As if torn from a book See see But it's not working It's not working

He's handing the page to you His feet firmly planted Unmoving But his arm is outstretched You should take it Okay Okay, okay. A little lower.

Arthur, his eyes fall. He spots the gun in your holster beneath your coat. It's fine, it's fine. Arthur here. Look, I always carry it. He scoops down to his feet and picks up the knife again. Goddek. Look, look, look.

I'll put it down. I'll put mine down. Look, okay? I need to finish why I started. I need to stop him. I believe you. I need to stop him. We can stop him together.

I believe you. He's taking a step back. Look, look. I'm putting my gun on the floor. Look! He's watching you as you put your gun down. There. See?

Look at it. The page. Oh, the page. Yes, yes. Look. See? I'm looking. I'm looking.

It looks like a ritual of some sort. An old page from some ancient tone. We've seen things like this before. It isn't in English, but it seems to depict a sigil. The one he's drawn and various symbols around it. Some seem familiar. Others more... I tried animals.

I tried animals first. I didn't want to hurt anything. But I was naive. I knew what it needed. What is... Oh God. I have to stop him. One of the symbols.

It's a heart, Arthur. I have to save myself. He's been cutting out the organs to harvest a heart. No, an animal wouldn't work. Oh, God. Arthur. Step forward. What have you?

But you have to help me now? Beyond the candlelight, I see. You can help me now. A person? Oh. A young man. Jesus. Sam, he's laying on his back.

He's still alive. He's been stabbed. He's still alive. I couldn't. You need to finish him. And then I can harvest a heart. Please. Arthur, he's moving to the body.

No, no. No, Sam. Sam, you cannot. Stop. He stops. A look of petulant anger washes. over him you you not like this Sam look I can help you but not like this it has to be this way it has to let's just talk the body is still breathing

Arthur there's no fire I will kill him wait wait and you can get the heart it'll be easier you'll see Sam no sir stop him Sam has stuck on the he's too far from the gun I am sorry now Sam stop higher please Sackrapic! Sam! All we can! S!

Shoot, Arthur! You, you stopped him. He was laying across the chest of the young man, Arthur. The knife held over his head. He was about to kill him. Is he... It was a clean shot. A clean...

His head. Arthur, the body, the young man. Right. He can't be more than 18. Barely old enough for a beard. He's wearing slacks, a white-collared shirt. Looks like he's... The boyfriend?

Boyfriend. Oh! The farmer's granddaughter. Maybe, just wrong place, wrong time. You can say that again. But he is breathing. Shallow. The cut that Sam gave him before we arrive,

It's superficial, largely. I think he'll make it. I should have tackled him. I could have taken the knife. Arthur, I am telling you, had you tried to close the distance, had you not went for the gun, this boy would have been dead.

You saved his life. There's no doubt in my mind. And there shouldn't be any in yours either. Bye. Okay. Oh. What a mess. You're telling me.

What is this ritual for? Maybe we can learn something. We would need to translate it, but... Where's that paper? The paper? Oh, right. Um... It's back here.

Yeah, we may as well take a second here before calling the police. Fuck! Fuck! Oh! Arter! Put the page in your pocket. Quickly. Hide it.

I understand. You're gone. Drop the gun. My weapon is dropped. Do not move. I'm unarmed. I'm back here. Keep your arms.

I am complying, officer. They're moving back here. Through the maze of boxes we navigated. The light from their torch is bright. It's tough to make out who's... He's... Oh! Keep on.

Do not... What? What? Oh, it's Callahan. Michael? Arthur, what the heck are you doing here? Oh. Got it, you.

Oh, God. He's dropped his light and holstered his gun. Oh, God. He looks equally relieved. He's come over to help us up. He hands you, your gun. Thanks. What the heck happened?

What happened? What the heck happened to you? What are you doing here? I got a coldest afternoon about a suspicious-looking maroon Plymouth parked for hours on a nearby property, you know? Oh, God. Callahan stares at the scene with a grisly expression. I had no idea. It was you.

What? What on gods are you up to? Well, I... I mean... Well, that was your shot, I heard, I suppose. Yeah, look, this farm hired me. Mr. Arnold. Ornett.

On it. Oh, Jesus. Yeah, he had someone poking around his barn. The one on his back or the one that you beat? Listen, he had a knife. He brought the kid here to cut out his heart. His heart? Look at the floor.

The symbol. Callahan looks at the sigil with a detached... I. He's focused on Sam. Yeah, I see why they're called you. He sighs. The way he does when you're telling him something, he doesn't quite grasp. Look, I had to save the kid. He's still breathing. Cuts only skin deep. No, you made the right call. Just...

He looks as though he's trying not to remember something. Michael? Why you got to take these cases, Arthur? You're a good PR. Hell, I've seen your work. But you only take this kind of stuff This devil's work He says devil With a chill

Hey, it's out there And someone's got to do it Right? Same as I said last time, Arthur Right It's clear Callahan is a skeptic He doesn't want to believe There's more than thugs and brutes

On the streets of arc As long as people keep believing in this spin He's a good cop Trustworthy Kind his eyes especially but he'll never understand our work best to continue keeping him in the dark

people are the real devils and staying in his good graces for when we need him Sam here wasn't a monster just a man troubled Sam yeah that's what he said I don't know if it's true Oh you ID him No

You came in right after I... Right well we're gonna have company soon so Company how so When I heard the show I called the station. Fuck! Shit, Callahan.

Hey. Yeah, sorry, look, Michael, I... I... I have to go. I can't... Dinner with Faroe. Yeah, I have dinner plans with Faroe. I can't miss.

I really can't. And I'm probably late as it is. Why are you on a stakeout? Priority issues. I'm bad at saying no. He's looking through the body of Sam, checking his mud-soaked pockets. Yeah, how is she? Still lacking school?

Yeah, she is. She's... If the police come, we'll be stuck here for hours. Arthur. Look, you have what you need, right? Yeah. You said, uh, you said, Arnett hired you, you followed this Sam in here. He threatened to kill the kid with a knife, and you did what you had to to save the kid. That about sums it?

From the horse's mouth. So are we Jake here? Yeah, you better make tracks. Brilliant, thank you. Hey, but look, I'm not signing for you again. I'll hide the signature till I see you, but I need you to actually sign it this time, okay? I will swing by the station after dinner with furrow, I promise. Let's go.

Quickly. Oh, Arthur. Yeah. You didn't take anything, right? Nothing from the cramacy. Everything states. Right? I...

Arthur. We need that. Arthur? Oh, yeah. I nearly forgot. Arthur! For that what? A piece of paper.

He handed it to me. The stiff. Well, now we have no idea what this was all about. Here. Why do you want to call it a day on this job? You're a good man, Callahan, and a good friend. I get it. What on the blazes?

I think Sam thinks he was trying to stop something. He kept muttering about stopping him. Who's him? The kid? No, no, no, someone else. He was scared, Michael. Really scared. He thought someone sent me. a man, but I didn't catch the name.

He said he did horrible things. Terrible things, and he thought, well, he thought this page was the key to stopping it. He's studying the paper intently, darting his eyes between the sigil on the page and the one in blood at our feet. What do you think? I think he needed help.

Well, I think you made an impossibly tough call, but did the right thing. as you tend to do. He looks at you with admiration. Respect, even. Here. He's handing the paper back.

Michael, you're sure? It's baloney to me, and I know they won't see it as much either. Even if we did have one cop like you on side, he'd still be laughed out of the room for taking anything on that with any sort of weight. I don't want to believe in any of this ghouy. He meets our gaze. But you do.

And that's enough for me. Thanks, Michael. Now shake a late. Let's go. I will meet you later to sign the statement, I promise. I'm gonna hold you to that. You can. This way, Arthur, through the crates.

See? What did I tell you? You didn't tell me anything. You had doubts. You didn't know he was going to let us keep it. I played a hunch, okay? Detectives play hunches. You should know that by now.

I do! My detectives have hunches all the time. Your detectives. I'm talking about real detectives. Where's the... Here. It's the exit back into the rain. We need to hoof it.

Before more arrive. Here. A hay veil. Climb down. Yes. There. I'd say you just got lucky. Well, detectives get lucky, too.

No matter what I say, you're going to say you were right about this, aren't you? No doubt. To your left. You just don't like to admit when I make a gamble and it pays off. You like to be the only one with a flash of inspiration. Right? Right. Oh, thanks.

Okay. You want to be a wise guy? Oh, sorry. Thought you'd get lucky and sense it. Look, the truth is we both got lucky. That's what I said. I wasn't discounting you. I mean, in general. Not just with the pages, but with Michael.

Coming back from seeking the Blackstone, you know, we were in a lot of trouble. Well, we thought we were. Parker's body was stashed in our closet. And Eddie was dead in the basement. Both, more or less, dead by our hand. We're at the car. Thanks. All right, we've got to step on it.

I'll get us there as quick as I can. Appreciate it. And hey, hey, I appreciate you. I was only making cracks earlier. I'm sorry, I was sleeping while you were working, okay? You know, we can be as fair as you want. I know. Believe me, by now, I know you well enough. Sorry for the fence.

It's been a while since I had a good bruise. You're okay if I take over? Yeah, just the left. All I can ever do. You know that. I know, but sometimes I do wonder. Wonder what? I don't know. Your powers, you've embraced them.

I've tried to. You told me. Of course. I want you to. I don't mean that negatively. What do you mean? Well, you know, there was a time, brief as it was, that I had another god in my head, Lilith. Narlathotep's daughter? Yeah. You know, she may have helped us trap Nalithotep in the end, or Kane, as he prefers to be called, but before she agreed to help, you know, she took control of me.

Not just of my left hand, but my whole body. All of you? While I was passed out from pain. I know you take control of my left side, my hand and leg. Only when you're okay with it. Of course, but I do wonder... If I can't do more. Sometimes.

Perhaps it's that I'm not as powerful as Lilith. After all, she is a great old one. But, Arthur, I swear. And most, I can control only your left side. Believe me, there are times I'd love to move a little more. Well, given how it felt to have something else control my body, I'm glad you can. No offense. None taken.

And besides, you have a few other tricks as well. Projecting has come in handy a few times. Projecting. I mean, that makes it sound so immaterial, but it literally saved the world from Cain's wrath, with a bit of effort. Manifesting outside of your body into a somewhat physical form isn't easy. Yeah, I can imagine. And draining. On both of us.

But it sure helps us in a pinch. Though, we still don't want people seeing me. Not in that way. No, no, no. It's an ace up our sleeve, really. The real ace is laying a hand on the dead. I can't deny that. I mean that, that's a big reason that we've been getting so many jobs, you know.

Touching the flesh of the real. recently deceased. You seeing the final moments leading up to their demise, you know, it's put us head and shoulders above the rest. Much to the chagrin of Arkham PD. Well, not all of them. They have a nickname for us at the precinct. I know.

God, I know. You act as if I'm the only one whose talents have aided us. What about you? What, I'm the brains? You can silence me. Lock me out of your body. Oh, you mean time out? Yeah.

You're always so offended by the notion. It's if we don't do it every night. I know. It just, it feels odd. Being able to push you out. A reprieve from each other is nice. For both of us. I know, I know.

I just, I guess being the only one in control of it, you know, it makes me feel... I get it. But you're right. It gives us both time to think. You know, time to be alone, to rest. When I want to. It's a good thing. Yeah, yeah, Lilith acted as if it was some kind of torture.

Lilith is a different manner of creature. In every way. She's still out there in Larson's body. Let's not start counting the threads left undone by our time seeking the blackstone. You're right, let's just appreciate our luck. Like you said, with Michael. And Parker and Eddie. It's an uneasy feeling.

What is? Parker's death? No. Eddie's. What do you mean? And he was there for him all along. He thought we were covering for Parker. Parker owed two grand, John.

I had no idea he borrowed the money from an outfit. Otherwise, I would have helped him to... No, I know. He was a marked man. But when I... We've been over this. You know, Parker's death... It was a tragedy.

But knowing what he owed and to whom... I don't know if we could have saved him. I mean, Eddie. Why were the police so content to have his death go unsolved? Because he was a low-level enforcer for whatever outfit Parker borrowed money from. You remember what Callahan said. Look, they were probably all too happy to just cross his name off their shit list. Maybe.

Look, we were grilled. We kept our story straight, and we had Daniel to support our claims. and thankfully pay our rent. It's not airtight. But we have covered our tracks as good as possible. And yeah, got lucky. It just feels like... Like what?

Like our luck is about to run out. Anyway, we're back in Arkham. Only a few streets away from the junction cafe. On Washington? Yeah. That's across the street from St. Teresa's, right? Yeah, that's it, isn't it? Yeah.

Yeah, I should have suggested. It's somewhere nicer, somewhere where we could talk. Arthur, she chose this place. Relax. How late are we? Yeah, you don't want to know. And you'd think I could keep a weekly dinner going. You are. We are!

Arthur, you need to give yourself a break. She loves you. She isn't holding you to the standards that you are holding yourself to. I know. She doesn't know about what came before. She's only known you her entire life. I know. Okay.

We're just down the street. All right. To the right. It's warmer in the city. The autumn air is stifled against the cigarette smoke and automobile exhaust, but still the city is alive. People scurry about with various intents, each an entire life of wants and worry. October smells different. Something about apples and spices,

jackalentines and children desperately trying to get their fill of the dying days of warmth before winter sets in. I do love this time of year. The junction is just ahead. Yeah, hey, maybe we'll be able to pop over to St. Teresa's after dinner. Maybe Michael will be there, or at least Sam's body. What? She's sitting in a booth.

At the window. Her dark shoulder-length hair is brushed behind one ear as her eyes dance across the pages of an open book. As if holding a secret, the corner of her thin mouth curls up to one side. A crooked smile. A joke only she knows. Her brown eyes are so bright, sharing a keen intellect like her father's. Only unhidden.

Her dimple chin, her delicate ears, her sharp nose. They belong to her mother, but her eyes. Her eyes are her dads, as are her freckles. She turns the page like a student. Practiced and determined. Uncaring for the paper, wanting only the knowledge with him. All the while, her smile unmoving. She has the world figured out, a wisdom not bought or borrowed, but earned in some unknowable way.

A young woman who knows this world through and through for all its bane and benefit, one who understands not just the people around her, but their role to play in the stars. And, as she checks her watch, one who undoubtedly has. brought the book because she knows her dad all too well. Fuck, all right. Are you going to tell her about Sam? About the shooting? Tell her that I killed someone tonight.

I don't think so. She'll know you're hiding something. Right, and what's the harm in that? She said she doesn't want to know about my work. She said she doesn't want to be your secretary, Arthur. That's different. Look, it's up to you. But if she looks up from that book and sees you standing here...

Right, right, right. She's at the last booth on the left. Her back is to us. Here, here. Here. Can I get you anything? Oh, sure. Another coffee?

She doesn't turn her head. And a slice of pie. If you're still paying. She's not fooled for a second. Pie already. Did you eat? Hey, can't keep a girl waiting forever, Dad. She turns.

A coy smile plastered on her face. Sit down. How did you know with me? Oh, I'd know you with a blindfold on. Do you have a very... distinctive way about you. Way about you? I mean, I should change my gate. I hate to think I'm predictable.

Definitely. Maybe even a new pair of shoes? What's wrong with my shoes? Out of style? Out of soul. Sounds like your socks are wet, too. Rainy up north? The waitress walks over and drops a piece of pie between the two of you. Thank you. With two forks.

How did you know I was up north? The west is water. And two forks? Not hungry? You saw me at the window. She smirks and takes a bite of part. You're a better detective than I am. We should hire you.

You weren't exactly hidden. And it's just you now, Dad. You said we? Uncle Peter is. Oh, right, yes. I, well, I should hire you. No, you should pay me for taking your messages. Again?

Mm-hmm, right before I came here. She slides a small piece of paper across the... table to you. Why were you by the office? Grabbing my spare jacket in case it rained. Well, you didn't have to take this message. You could have let it ring. Well, it seemed urgent. You can sense when a ringing phone seems urgent.

Not any phone, just yours. Why just mine? I don't know. Suppose we have a connection. You're insufferable. He says lovingly. Oh, I was just talking about apples and spices. You always love them.

Halloween. As did you? What kid didn't? Hmm. Do you remember what I was for Halloween when I was seven? That year,

Marnie, the neighbor we had in Boston, the year she started making those candy apples. Pivot, Arthur. Change the subject. No. Way to change the subject.

What subject? How did you know I came from the north? It didn't rain here. And I'm... All wet, daddy, so what were you doing? Anything worth... Sharing?

Well, I... Yeah, I... It was a case watching a barn at the Arnette Farm. I... I was trying to see if I could stop a perp from taking a nap. He was killing some local wildlife and cattle... Killing? Yeah, yeah, he was...

He was troubled. He needed help, I think. What happened to him? Well, he tried to hurt a kid. He had up at the barn with him. He wanted to carve out his heart. And, well, I had to. I had to.

You didn't. I did, yeah. She stops eating the pie. Sorry, should I, should I not have... It's your work. Sometimes you do what you have to do, I guess, right? Yeah. You didn't have a choice.

Yeah. Did you? What? Did you have a choice? I, I suppose I did have a choice. Okay. She looks... You don't want to know.

Well... Whatever the case. I'm sorry it kept you. She... She finishes the last bite of pie and leaves the crust for us. She stands from the booth. No, no, no, no, no, no, please. No, no, no, dad, honest.

I'm okay with it. No, no. I knew this was the deal with dinner. No, you're not. Please, please. Dad, honestly. It's fine. I'm not leaving in a huff.

I just, I have to head back to the dormitory before they lock the doors. What time do they lock them? 10.30. Yes, 15 minutes. Five minutes. The dorm is a 10-minute walk, dad. Two, two minutes, please? Okay, two minutes.

But only because I couldn't care less what that old bag Hilda thinks. She sits back down. All right. All right. How's school? How's astrology? Astronomy. Of course. I'm sorry. Don't be. I love it.

It's amazing. It's surreal, Dad. You have no idea what it looks like. To see you through the telescope they have of the Brandywood building on the roof, the one just outside of town. My God, Dad. It was breathtaking. She speaks with such elation, such love. I can only imagine. I'd love to...

No, it's dumb. What is? What? She shakes her head at herself. I don't know. Maybe... Maybe I could get you in. Sneak you in, maybe? My professor is very larks. I'm sure I could convince him to make an exception.

To get me in? Like we could go look together You could see the stars I'd love that Yeah But you have to be there You could not show up late I'd be there

Promise I move heaven and earth I'll ask it I'd love that Okay now I should go She stands All right Yeah

You don't need to stand too dad I call me old fashion Are you gonna stay I may pop across the street to see a friend before heading home. The morgue again. Yeah. You're starting to earn that nickname, Dad. You know about that nickname, too?

Hey, I'm sorry, I was late. I promise next week. I know. I know. I love you. I love you. So much. Dad. Don't cry.

You're just, you're growing up so fast. It's fine. I gotta go. I'll cut you. you tomorrow. And I will answer. And get a secretary. Oh, her book. Arthur. She left it. Oh, thorough. Grab it from the table where she was sitting.

Oh, thank you. You don't want to go losing books. I've been there. What is this anyway? Oh, a puzzle book. Puzzle book? The Torquemara puzzle book. It was just a bunch of crosswords, across six anagrams, all from the observer. Keeping the mind sharper, right?

I work out the muscles I want. Damn straight. Talk soon. Dad. Love you. Bye, love. Oh, try to see that guy tonight. Who? The guy who called?

Sound like he was in a tizzy. Who? The note, Dad. I forget his name. Robert something. Oh, yeah. Take care. Take care.

She walks away, jogging down the sidewalk, hoping to catch the light. Get what? The nickname. It is a dead man's mouthpiece. Be safe, bro.

Look, we're trying our best to get here. It's not always going to be perfect. We'll be early next time. Right? We can do that for her. Make the effort. Not take a job the same day. Right?

Orply. Yeah, yeah. Sorry, sorry. What's wrong? No, nothing. Nothing. So, um, so the message. The message?

The one she took. Oh, right. Well, what does it say? No number, just an address on the east side, and a name. And what name would that be? One Robert Pucket. I don't recognize the name. Neither do I.

But Officer Callahan surely isn't at the morgue yet, nor the body of Sam. Care to take a drive? The knight is young That's the spirit Let's go see this Pocket