can i help you?
no. can i help you?
oh. and that was arranged by?
go right ahead, mr. edison.
a doll. he goes back to the limousine. frank rings the doorbell, although the door is not shut. emma, a fiftyish housekeeper, appears. a man in cover- alls comes out past her, carrying a length of timber.
why'd you say your name was edison?
and it wasn't, was it? henry unconsciously flexes his fingers, easing the muscles in his hands. frank notices and pulls out a small tube of ointment from a pouch he's unpacking. he hands it to henry.
that's my job.
huh?
says who?
who?
that depends on what you call a 'hint.'
i don't think there's anything here you'd call a 'hint.' one at a time the doors go up to reveal: first garage -- the cadillac limousine we've seen earlier. license: rachel 2 second garage -- a gray mercedes. license: rachel 3
is that him? frank shakes his head, he's not sure. tony reacts.
you want me to do a one-eighty?
is that devaney?
i wish rachel didn't keep coming here. it makes me nervous.
never done that before.
every time.
frank! i haven't.  but frank is already moving, leaping from the porch and starting to run flat out toward the boathouse and dock. rachel turns to look. the skiff appears out of the boathouse, fletcher at the motor, the boat's lone occupant. the boat moves slowly away from the boathouse, parallel to the dock. frank is running toward the water with everything he's got, his face contorted. the sound of the outboard drowns out his voice as he yells.
frank, i'm sorry. i should have.
how do we get the boat back? out in the center of the lake, the boat blows up. every- one on the dock jumps.