Pretty Little Liars (2010–2017): Season 4, Episode 2 - Turn of the Shoe - full transcript

Previously on Pretty Little Liars.

- What are you doing?
- Saving your mom.

All this for a muddy cop
car and a dead pig?

- Who's that for? - Jessica DiLaurentis.
She's moving back.

Back to their old house?

- Are you sure the RV is safe in here?
- It'll be fine for a few days.

There's stuff in there
that can bring us all down.

"Closed caskets keep secrets.
His is open and exposes yours."

There's something in that coffin
that's incriminating to us.

Why are you calling me
on my mom's phone?

Who is that?



I'm Officer Holbrooke.
My partner and I

are investigating the murders of
Officer Reynolds and Detective Wilden.

Just here to
find out the truth.

"The truth won't
set you free, bitches."

When was the last time your
mom called you from New York?

I don't know, the day before yesterday.
I haven't really been keeping track.

- Have you checked your phone?
- She called me from the hotel room, Emily.

She has no cell.

Who was that freaky woman
at the funeral?

- Which freaky woman? There was a couple, Han.
- The one in black

with the veil, and she was just
diving into that town car.

Speaking of freaks,
where's Melissa?

- Spencer?
- What?

Where's your sister been?



D.C. she's interviewing
for an internship.

- With who, Satan?
- Wait a second.

You think that Melissa
was the woman in black?

- Do you? - I didn't really
get a good look at her.

I was trying not to wet myself

when that new cop
made a beeline over for us.

Well, he can beeline all he wants.
We didn't do anything to Wilden.

Except for
throw his car in a lake

and leave fingerprints
all over it

when "A" pulled it out.

Spencer, what are you doing
with my French fries?

I'm re-created the geography
around the lodge

to see if it's even possible that the
person who jumped out of the plane

could rescue you three
from a burning building.

Wait. Put down
the mozzarella stick.

- It's mine.
- No, it's not.

It's a plane.

Spencer, you can stack
all the food that you want,

- it wasn't Alison.
- Why are you so sure?

Because I went to
her funeral twice.

- We never saw a body.
- We've been through this.

Okay? You were
oxygen-deprived.

She wasn't,
and you saw her, right?

Oh. So now I'm the crazy one.
Gimme my mozzarella back.

Okay, it looked a lot like Alison,
and I'm not ruling it out.

So you're saying that
you think her mom

is laying out all of
her old pillows and toys

because she's expecting
her return?

It was just one toy. A clown.

God, Emily, please.
Not you, too.

Hey, guys.
Sorry I'm late.

So I've been thinking a lot
about the Alison question.

Really? I've been thinking a lot about how
you put my mom's phone in Wilden's casket.

Nice.

What else do I have to do to prove
to you that we're in this together?

I gave you that chip
from his dash cam,

you were all there
when my computer was hacked...

I have cashed in all of my
"get out of hell free" cards,

so if you don't believe me and you
still think I'm keeping secrets,

go out there and search
that RV for yourselves.

What?

Lead the way. We'll follow.

- Why are we doing this now?
- Because if we wait until later

she can get back here
before us and purge.

What was that?

It was a bird. A beaver.
Do you need to wait in the car?

I'm just saying I don't even know what
we're supposed to be looking for.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God, it's gone.

What do you mean it's gone?

This is where I left it.

I mean, you saw me, Hanna.

I haven't been back here since.
I swear.

Somebody stole it.
Somebody?

Let's get out of here.

That somebody wasn't me!

Wait.

What's going on?

Aah! Aaah...

Oh, my gosh!
Mona!

Mona!

Are you okay?

Get up.

Ohh! Ohh! Ohh!!!

♪ Got a secret,
can you keep it ♪

♪ swear this one you'll save ♪

♪ better lock it
in your pocket ♪

♪ takin' this one
to the grave ♪

♪ if I show you then I know
you won't tell what I said ♪

♪ 'cause two can keep a secret
if one of them is dead ♪

- Hey.
- Hey, stranger.

Didn't even hear you
come in last night.

Yeah, well, the door was closed

- so I just figured that you
were sleeping. - I was.

It was a rough drive. Probably
should have taken the train.

So, how was New York?

I didn't see much of it.

The bank booked a conference
room with no windows.

How are you holding up?

What's that supposed to mean?

It means I haven't seen you
in a week, and I'm curious.

I'm okay.

I went to the funeral.

Wilden's.

- And how was that?
- Weird.

I mean, I...
I wanted him gone,

and I'll probably go to hell
for saying that, but...

I hope not. Then you'll
have to see him again.

Mom, you don't think I had
anything to do with this, do you?

I mean, I know I wanted him dead,
but you don't think that...

Hanna, that thought
never even crossed my mind.

What do you think
happened to him?

I think that Detective Wilden
had more enemies than friends

and I think one of those people
decided to do us all a favor.

Use a plate, please.

Mom.

You lost your phone.

Where did you find that?

It was in the mailbox.

I guess someone
decided to return it.

I must have left it
at the hotel desk

when I was checking out.

Maybe they messengered it back.

Don't look so shocked, Hanna.

There are still some
honest people in the world.

♪ I can't understand
how the edges are rough ♪

♪ and they cut you like
the tiniest slivers of glass ♪

♪ and you feel so much ♪

♪ and you don't know how long
you're gonna last ♪

She's a mess.

She can barely move. Has this
wicked bruise on her shoulder.

She landed on a huge rock.

Why didn't she land on Mona?

Hanna, the car tried
to flatten me and Mona.

Emily hadn't jumped in
we would have been road kill.

Seriously, if "A's" new plan is to try
to pick off the tiny ones in the herd...

okay, we are not a herd.
It's an expression.

Yeah, for cows.
Well, I've been crated.

What does that make me?

My mom didn't even blink
when I pulled her phone out.

It was like
she knew it was stolen

and she was just waiting
for me to spill.

It's not gonna help you or your
mom to tell her that "A" is back.

Yeah, and framing her
for a murder.

So what am I supposed
to do now, nothing?

I mean, if Mona didn't put
that phone in the casket,

then who did? And who sent that
tape of us outside of Wilden's car?

And who stole
Mona's hate-mobile?

Melissa? Jenna? Shana?

You could always
go ask her yourself.

Han, I wasn't
serious. Hanna.

Hey. You savin' that seat
for your gal-pal Jenna?

Excuse me? Don't act like you
haven't heard that name before.

Jen-na. Why'd you skip
Wilden's funeral?

- Hanna. - Jenna was there.
Why weren't you?

You three were all buds, right?

- Where were you yesterday?
- I was at swim practice,

but I don't recall
signing a contract

- that said I had to report that to you.
- Hanna, let's go.

So swimming laps
was more important

than saying good-bye
to an old friend?

What old friend?

The groggy scumbag
you and Jenna

scraped off the road
the night he was hit by a car.

Hanna, come on.

Hey. Got your text.
What'd you want to show me?

Your future dorm room.

Or should I say "ours."

- What do you think?
- I like.

Seriously?

I was going for cozy,
but then it looked like cozy

was one puffy drape
away from "grey gardens."

Paige, slow down.

I haven't even heard
from the Stanford coach.

They're gonna want you.

Maybe not as much as I do,
but that's a good thing.

Okay, truth.
What would you change?

Well, I, um...

I'd push the beds
a little closer together.

What's wrong?

Um, nothing.

I... slept weird.

Might not be able
to swim tomorrow.

What?! Em!
You have to swim tomorrow.

It'll be fine.

It's just a little bit
more stiff than anything.

Um, show me those puffy drapes.

Hey.
Hey.

Why didn't you want to come up?

What? Oh, I had to
return a message. Oh.

You ready?
Um...

Actually, you know what?

I was thinking
of bagging school today.

Do you want to go
get some breakfast?

I can't. I have to
get to a job today.

I thought it started on Monday.

I have to be on-site today.

Toby, what's going on?

Why don't you want to
answer a phone call?

Hey, what happened to never keeping
secrets from each other again?

I am not keeping secrets.
Let's go, Spencer.

Mona was attacked last night.

We followed her out
to where she parked the rv,

it's gone. And when Mona
got back into her car,

"A" or somebody
tried to kill her.

Why does this not seem
like breaking news to you?

Because I have to go.

Okay? We can talk
about this later.

Will we?

***

We'll go over the historical
context on Monday,

and for those of you
who are ahead,

and can't enough
of doomed romance,

um, pick up "East of Eden"
for extra credit.

Spence, you comin'?

Uh, yeah. I'll catch up
to you guys at lunch.

Okay, we'll meet you
in the courtyard.

You okay, Spencer?

Yeah.

I, um...

I heard from UPenn
this morning...

And I didn't get in.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, uh...

Are there any other schools...

not for my family, no.

I'll be the first one
not to go.

Sorry. I, um, I haven't
told my parents,

and I haven't even
told my friends.

I don't really know
why I told you,

so I'd just really
appreciate it if you...

No, no, no.
I won't say a word.

I've actually been asked
to help out with college essays,

so when you're ready to think of
other schools, I'm here for you.

It's really important
to have a second choice,

even if you had your heart
set on something else.

If I were you, I would actually
apply to other schools right away.

And you can email me the essay and maybe
we can work on it over the weekend.

Thanks.

Hey, Spencer.

It's their loss.

What's keeping you
from saying something?

She spent a whole summer
dating her.

- Leave Paige out of it.
- She's already in it, Em.

She knows Shana
better than any of us.

- What was that? - I'm trying
to find a heating pad.

Is your shoulder worse?

I nearly fainted
after Paige's hug.

You didn't tell her?
No.

I'm not gonna put her
on "A's" hit list again.

Well, I mean, are you gonna be okay tomorrow?
Don't you have a big swim meet?

Okay, can we not use "big" and
"meet" in the same sentence?

Maybe you can wear
a swimsuit with sleeves.

I mean, I spent two summers at
fat camp swimming in a parka.

Em? Are you gonna
be able to swim?

I don't have a choice.

Weird.

No, it's not.
I have to break records.

- Stanford wants...
- No. Not that.

My... My mom tried cleaning
her manolos with a toothbrush.

If it's not your toothbrush,
why do you care?

They're silk. Why wouldn't she
just take them to the cleaners?

Maybe she's trying
to save money.

Look, I have to go.
Paige is coming soon.

No, she said she was
holed up all week.

How muddy does
a hotel lobby get?

We'll talk later.

Can I help you?

Hi. Yeah, does Holden Strauss
teach here?

He's not here on Fridays.

He used the word "teach"?

Well, I know that he just likes
to come here to fight and stuff.

He does. But last time I checked,
I was still the teacher.

- Sorry. I don't mean to be rude.
- You're not.

Holden is. I'm Jake.

Hi. Do you teach
privately?

When would you like to start?
Today.

Or tomorrow. Just soon.

Sounds urgent. You thinking
about jumping into a gang?

No.

I just have a bunch of school
stuff coming up next month.

I can see you tomorrow at eleven.
Perfect.

I'll be here.

Can you give me a name, or do you
just go by "Holden's friend"?

Oh, sorry. It was so quiet
I thought you were sleeping.

I have to finish this by Monday.
How's it going?

How do you think it's going?

Last book I finished was
"the very hungry caterpillar."

Well, I won't disturb you.

Mom, did you leave your manolos
in a bag under the sink?

What about them?
Nothing.

How'd they get so trashed?

Did you go on a hike
through central park?

Why are you worrying
about my clothes

when you can't find the strength
to hang up your own?

I'm just curious.

I know that you
love those shoes...

They're just shoes, Hanna.

Finish your book.
And get some sleep.

Hey, Spence, it's me again.
Why haven't you called me back?

And where are you on a Saturday
morning at ten o'clock?

I need to talk to you.

Hanna?

I thought that was you.

Hi, Mrs. DiLaurentis.

How are you doing?

Good.

You've been doing
a lot of work.

Well, everything I did yesterday
was undone by an angry raccoon,

or whatever's living
under that porch.

Can I ask you something?

If I fill that area in
with iceberg roses,

will it make the gray shingles
look stodgy?

Um, I don't... Really
have an opinion.

Really?

God knows Alison would.

I'll clump the whites
over here...

What was that?

That? That was a gift
from my late mother-in-law.

Come. Meet Tippi.

I can't keep coming back.

It's uncanny, isn't it?

Careful what you say
around her.

It may come back to haunt you.

- Want a sweet potato?
- No, Tippi,

we don't. I'm guessing Mother D
asked her that fifty times a day.

Miss me?

God, she sounds just like Ali.

When she went to Georgia,

she spent more time with that bird
than she did her grandmother.

They shared a room.

Don't worry, sweetie, I don't think
she taught her "Hefty Hanna."

It was kind of a weird
question for a college essay.

"Discuss one situation in which you
were right and wish you hadn't been."

I could name ten.

Well, your high school experience
hasn't been exactly typical.

You hated it.

No. No.

I thought it was
very well written,

I thought it was very moving,

I just... question

whether this is something you'd want
to share with an admissions committee.

Why?

I think colleges now more than ever are
concerned with emotional stability,

and choosing what to reveal
and what to keep under wraps...

what should I keep under wraps?

A friend of mine was murdered.

I was bullied. I did
have a mental breakdown.

Right, but nobody's
asking for full disclosure.

I think submitting this as-is
would be a huge mistake.

Look, Spencer,

if you throw this all out there,

your many attractive qualities
might be overshadowed.

Honesty may not be
the best policy.

So you want me to pretend
to be somebody that I'm not.

No. But you are
more than this.

Yeah, but I wouldn't be
if it weren't for that.

I mean, why can't I just
take a risk and be real

and, I don't know, have a little faith
that maybe somebody who reads this

will actually be impressed
that I left Radley,

that I'm not still there making
crafts out of uncooked macaroni.

Spencer, I... when has being
dishonest ever helped me?

Or you? Or anyone?

Ooh!

I think we're movin' too fast.

And I'm guessin' that hurt.

Yeah, it did a little.

But it actually felt
pretty good.

Let's take a breath.

Review our positions,
go over basic blocks.

Okay. We'll get back to the kicking, right?
I really like the kicking.

Aria...

Tang Soo Do is about defense,
not offense.

No, I understand, but what if
somebody attacks me from behind?

Hold up. Is this
a real concern?

- Is someone threatening you?
- No, not right now.

Look, I'm small, okay?

People look at me
as an easy target.

It's a law of
the universe, right?

Okay, are my feet
far enough apart?

They're perfect.

Aria...
This relationship doesn't work

unless there's a level
of trust between us.

Do you trust me?

Uh, don't really know you.

True.

But the best way you can find
out if you can trust somebody

is to trust them.

Sometimes.

Look, I'm not some scary
ball of paranoia, okay?

I've just got a lot of stuff
going on.

I just recently
broke up with my boyfriend...

Is that who you're afraid of?

No.

No, I'm not afraid, I just...

I don't know, I
just feel... angry.

Feeling powerless.

Aren't you?

We can't defend ourselves until
we feel safe in our own skin.

Do you...

Feel safe in your own skin?

No.

But you will.

Mrs. DiLaurentis,

when the police found Ali's...

the police didn't find her.

It was workers
tearing down the gazebo.

Right. But once
the police were called,

did you see...

see what?
What was left of her?

The yellow blouse
was enough, Hanna.

Do you know what you would like?

I'll have whatever you're having.
Except for the bloody Mary.

I'm not ordering a cocktail.

Go for it.
I won't tell dad.

Maybe a small glass of chablis.

Ali, you've got to
take my word on this.

That top was way too revealing.

I'm happy with the yellow one.

Would it be okay if I stayed
down the shore till Tuesday?

By yourself? No.

I won't be alone.
When you and daddy leave,

Aria and Spencer
will take the train down.

And Hanna wants to come too.

So you've already invited them.

Sort of.

Look, we need
a major sleepover.

And why can't that happen here?

Because it would suck.

Aria and Emily would find
some excuse to leave,

then Spencer will sneak out
in the middle of the night.

And Hanna's creeped out by Jason.
He stares at her chest.

I'm sorry. I'm just not big on leaving
five teenagers in a Cape May beach rental.

Please, mom.
We need this.

Our group's falling apart,
and summer's almost over...

Alison, take no for an answer.

Please.

I think we should share
the Greek salad.

It's big enough for two.

What are you doing?

Alison, don't. It's been
quite a morning already.

Do you hear me?
Don't do this here.

I will leave you at this table.

I mean it.

I'll let you land
face-first on the sidewalk.

Alison, breathe.

I said, breathe.

Breathe!!!

Okay, fine. One night.

She perfected that stunt when she was
five years old... just to torture me.

Ali never invited us
to Cape May that summer.

I'm not surprised.

All the empty beer bottles
that I found later

made me wonder if she was
running with an older crowd.

Probably a boy.

You know anybody
who wants a bird?

I have enough voices
in my head.

Now push up.

Slowly turn to face me
and step through.

Step through.

S-slowly.

- That's it.
- Cool.

Let's try it again.

What's that?

Our time's up,
but let's keep going.

- Once more.
- Okay.

There you go.

You've got it.

That's...
that's perfect.

How do you feel?
In control?

- I am so sorry.
- No, uh...

I have no idea why
I just did that.

It's fine. I... I don't think
that's what you came here for...

No, I didn't.

I didn't.
I'll see you Tuesday.

Uhhh!

Stupid.

I just...

Mona!
Hurry, we're late.

Let's go, Mona.
Get in.

Thank you.

He was a decoy Aria.

I was ***
cops behind him.

You can't be chatting up any
cops in broad daylight, Mona.

If I can see you,
so can "A."

We're gonna have to
pay for this...

stop talking to me
like I'm a bucket of rocks.

I'm scoping this out
for all of us.

What you should be asking is what I
overheard before you screeched up

like chicken frickin' little.

Those dudes behind him
were special investigators.

They've taped off the South shore
of torch lake as a crime scene.

They found Wilden's footprints.

They think he was there
the night he was whacked.

And he wasn't alone.
The other shoeprints they found

were a woman's. Heels.
High ones.

The kind Alison liked to wear.

Why are you doing that?

Because according to people
in the know, it's too honest.

What that person doesn't realize
is that if I don't offer that up,

"A's" gonna serve it up
on a silver platter.

Why are you here, Toby? I don't want
to play any more of your games.

I moved the RV.

"A" asked for it in exchange
for something that I wanted.

Wh-what did you want?

Did you think that making more deals
with the devil was gonna protect us?

How did you even know
where Mona parked it?

I didn't. That was already
on "A's" radar. All I did was...

No, all you did
was give up the one thing

- that actually could have
helped us figure out... - I know.

- What is that?
- A transcript.

From my mother's doctor
at Radley.

It was written on the night...

What night?

The night she killed herself.

I brought the wrong cap.

What are you doing back here?

You wouldn't have a spare,
would you?

I won't tell anybody
you gave it to the rival team.

Sorry, I don't.

That looks painful.

Why does your friend Hanna think I
was buddies with that dead cop?

I don't like to talk before the race.
I hear you.

I tried to say hey to Paige,
but she's already in a zone.

You'd think she'd chill now that
she's got that scholarship.

- How do you know about that? - Please.
Nobody keeps that a secret.

I also heard from our coach that there's
still one spot open on Stanford's team.

I'm guessing you have
your eye on that prize?

I do too.
May the best girl win.

"She's put her
focus on the future.

"Much of our session was devoted
to feelings of hope...

"wanting to spend the holidays
with her family,

"making up for lost time
with her son,

thanking him
for being so patient."

Are you sure
that you want me to...

"when asked what prompted the turnaround,
Ms. Cavanaugh was quite clear:

"She'd already missed out
on too much

"and was no longer concerned
with being judged.

"It was time to return some of
the love that had sustained her,

especially from her son."

Does that sound like someone who stole a key
later that day and jumped out a window?

Toby...
does it?

Does that sound like someone who didn't
even care enough to say good-bye?

- Does it?
- Toby, it doesn't.

It doesn't.

But your mom might have
said this to her doctor

- so that he wouldn't
know her plan... - No.

Toby, some people, they find an
inner peace once they decide...

- We never saw this.
Her doctor never shared that.

This place is covering something
up, and I need to know more.

You're gonna trust information
that "A" supplies?

Come on, what does "A"
ultimately want from you?

Please, you can't
tell her about this.

- Or anyone else.
- Toby, I...

Promise me.

Okay.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Come in.

Whoo!

Come on, em! Go, girl!

Come on, Emily!

Whoo!

Come on, Emily!
Come on!

Emily!

Emily!

You need stitches.

My shoulder doesn't hurt.

You hit your head.

Emily, stay with us.
How did you hurt your shoulder?

Everybody back to the pool area.
Please get back.

- Can I just...
- Not now, Paige. Later.

How did you hurt your shoulder?

Fell off my bike.

Can I please finish
the race? Please?

How are we supposed to trust
anything that she ever says?

I mean, who knows what
she told those cops?

This is Mona. She started
lying when she was a fetus.

Hey, why was Toby so upset
when he left?

- Were you guys fighting?
- No. No. Go back to the fetus.

Did I tell you
I'm done with martial arts?

Yeah. I can't even walk down that street.
I kissed him.

- Who?
- My instructor.

- Why?
- I don't know.

I guess 'cause I miss Ezra and I
almost got killed last Thursday

and he smells like cinnamon.

- Who does?
- Jake.

- Who's Jake?
- My instructor.

Pay attention.

Thanks for returning my calls.

Where did you get that?

Mrs. DiLaurentis's porch.

- You stole her bird?
- She gave it to me.

And it's not just a bird, okay?
It talks.

Alison and Tippi
were roommates in Georgia.

This bird probably knows more about
what happened to Ali than any of us.

It talks a lot.

You think it's gonna tell us
if Ali's still alive?

Wow. I thought
that I was losing it.

If you guys would
shut up for a minute,

maybe it would say something.

Does it take requests?
Ohh!

You know what? Ali was hooking up
with someone in Cape May that summer,

and she was telling her mom
that it was us.

Yeah. We know. Wilden.

No, we don't know.

If Wilden had his own boat,

why would he be staying
at Ali's parents' beach house?

That's a really great question,

but we can't ask him
because he's dead.

And that lake is now
a crime scene. The shoreline

- that we threw the car...
- Aria, you have to stop, okay?

That was weeks ago, and you
guys weren't wearing pumps.

The footprints that the police
are looking for are high heels.

- Wait. Whose high heels?
- Well, the cops don't know,

but Mona's trying to tell us
that they're Alison's.

Was it... Muddy that night?

Hey, board shorts.
Miss me?

Did you just hear that?

Yeah. I'm standing
right next to you.

Wait.

- Look, I came here for a reason.
- What's wrong?

Hey, what's this song?

What's she singing?

If "A" tries to pin this whole
Wilden thing on my mom...

Hanna, you don't have to worry.

Your mom wasn't even in Rosewood
the night that Wilden was killed.

Hey. You hungry?

Do you want to order in
or go out?

Mom...

Were you in New York
the whole time you were gone?

Of course.

Where else would I be?

Here.

Did you come back
to have it out with Wilden?

Hanna, if you're asking
if I killed him,

the answer's no.

I did not kill
Detective Wilden.

Hi.

Ah-ah-ah-ah.

Hello! Hi!

Hey, it's Hanna.
Leave a message.

Come get this bird, Hanna.
It's driving me crazy.

Pretty bird.

Pretty bird.

You can't ignore me!
Hello!

Hello.

What?
What do you want?

Hanna, it's not a song
that Tippi's singing.

It's a phone number.

- Hi.
- Hey.

Sorry I showed up
at your door. I...

I kinda felt like it's something
I should do in person. Anyway,

can I come in?

Yeah, sure.

Look, I had a hunch
you might not be coming back.

Why do you say that?

Took me by surprise.

The... the kiss.

I don't want you to think
I'm not interested,

because... I am.

But if you'd like to grab
a coffee or a meal sometime...

Maybe you're not comfortable with
the whole teacher-student thing.

Could be complicated.

Yeah.

Looks like somebody
really needs to reach you.

We can do this another time.

Jake.

Can we do this
over that coffee?

Is your head pounding? Maybe
there's something you can take.

No, I can't. Okay? That's why
I lost count during the race,

because I couldn't
judge the distance.

You've never done that.

I never swam on painkillers.

How come you didn't tell me
how much pain you were in?

Because if I told you
then I'd have to tell you why.

I messed up my shoulder
saving Aria and Mona.

Saving them from what?

Not what. Who.

"A"? Emily, why would
you keep this from me?

Because I don't want to live
in that space anymore.

And I don't want you
to live there either.

I want to live in that room
on your computer,

and I want to be with you...
only you... away from this town.

Em...
just you and me together,

safe, and starting a real life.

Hey.

Maybe we already have.

It could be a business,

but Saturday night
they're closed.

Just let it ring, okay?

- Where is this area code, anyways?
- York county.

Did Ali know anybody from there?
I don't know.

I'm guessing that
she called her beach hottie

"board shorts."
Obsessively from Georgia,

and that's how Tippi
learned this number.

Maybe you just
dialed the number wrong.

I didn't!

How do you know?
You dialed it, not Tippi.

Okay, let's just go
record the bird.

You guys, she's been singing
this phone number on a loop.

I've heard it like twenty times.
So have I,

but I want someone to answer.

So Aria, let's just
go get your phone

- and we'll record it together.
- Okay.

- What's going on?
- Tippi's gone.

Yeah, but how?
Who opened that cage?

Probably the same person
who opened the window.