stop. it's 3am, i don't want to know.
i need the picture. i can't find it on my phone.
why? it was useless, ellie. there was nothing there.
i'm tracking it down, i told you.
i got allison to pull the listings for me.
i remember the house, adam. not just the picture. i remember being in it.
that's crazy, el. you were drunk, baby. don't psych yourself out like this.
i haven't been drunk in a week.
i wasn't drunk when i drew the floorplan, was i?
the floorplan of the nonexistent house.
fuck you. out of everyone, you're the one who should trust me blindly.
i trust you. i also know how you get when you're drunk.
if you're not going to help me, i'll find someone who will.
sorry, red. immune to guilt trips after 2am.
as your lifelong next door neighbor, i can assure you you never lived in a big fancy mansion with hidden rooms, ellie.
that i know of. and that your parents know of. and that rhett knows of.
you know what's been happening.
i know what you write in your blog.
i don't know what to tell you.
no. i sent you a house. there was a sign.
you sent me grass, ellie. it took me 2 fucking hours to track you down by your phone's location. i thought you were dead, you know.
i promise i won't die, but i'll need your help.
i hate it when you get like this.
and i locked the door, so don't get ideas.
i know how to pick locks.
the pupil surpasses the master again.
you can call me master ellie.