Transcript of conversation between Cooper Lamb and Maya Rain, captured using a recording app on Lamb’s smartwatch
COOPER LAMB: Thanks for being the cooler head up there.
MAYA RAIN: All part of the job. Cleaning up messes—
LAMB: Is what you do, right?
RAIN: Something like that.
COOPER LAMB JR.: Dad, can we turn on the radio so we can at least hear the second half of the game?
LAMB: What? Oh, right. Hand these keys to your sister and turn on the power. Do not turn on the engine, you got it?
COOPER JR.: Got it.
RAIN: Smart idea. Because we need to talk.
LAMB: Well, there isn’t a pool house handy, so I had to improvise.
(Ambient sounds of power windows being raised, and a muffled sports broadcast behind the recorded voices.)
RAIN: I can’t believe what you said to Glenn.
LAMB: I’m tired of everyone lying. Did you know what that monster did to Francine and the kids?
RAIN: I didn’t know…everything. Not until after, when it was too late to do anything about it.
LAMB: Sounds like Archie deserved some cosmic payback. Part of me is glad he’s dead.
RAIN: Don’t say that.
LAMB: That’s not going to stop me from finding out who killed him. The Sables know a lot more than they’re saying.
RAIN: Sure, but I thought you would have been a little more professional. Especially considering you were a guest.
LAMB: To steal your favorite line: It’s all part of the job. It’s what I do.
RAIN: What are you trying to do, Cooper?
LAMB: Some people don’t tell the truth until you push them out of their comfort zone, make them a little miserable. But I’m sure you knew that, otherwise you wouldn’t have invited me into Sable’s luxury box.
RAIN: No good deed goes unpunished.
LAMB: Is that why you were surveilling Roz Cline? You were trying to do a good deed?
RAIN: Who told you about…never mind, it doesn’t matter.
LAMB: We’d save each other a lot of time if we were honest. I don’t know how you fit into all of this, and I can’t tell if you’re trying to help me or throw me hopelessly off track.
RAIN: You think way too much of me.
LAMB: Here’s some honesty: I think about you a lot.
RAIN: (Pause) Cooper…we can’t do this.
LAMB: Because you’re with Mickey Bernstein? How did you even meet him?
RAIN: I should get back to the kids.
LAMB: Give me one more minute. Tell me why you were watching Roz Cline. You know she’s dead, right? Pushed right off her penthouse balcony in the middle of the afternoon.
RAIN: I know, Cooper.
LAMB: Of course you know. Bernstein is investigating that murder too, even though he should be a million f------ miles from all of these cases.
RAIN: I don’t ask Mickey about his business, and he doesn’t ask about mine. How we met doesn’t matter, but it has nothing to do with Archie’s murder.
LAMB: So why keep tabs on Roz Cline?
RAIN: I did it for Francine. I know this may not make sense to you, but she’s become my dearest friend. I was hired to care for her children, but I came to care for her too. That’s the way it happens sometimes. And the thought of anyone hurting her…I just couldn’t let that happen.
LAMB: How could Roz hurt Francine?
RAIN: Cooper, my friend, I think you know exactly how.
LAMB: None of this makes sense. You know that, right? Help me out here.
RAIN: That’s what I’ve been doing, whether you believe me or not. Kids’ messes aren’t the only messes I clean up.
LAMB: Who’s looking out for you?
RAIN: That’s sweet. And I truly mean it. So few people look out for each other these days. Especially in this city.
LAMB: So let me protect you.
RAIN: Go listen to the rest of the game with your kids. I think the Birds are going to give people a big surprise.
LAMB: Says the non–sports fan.
RAIN: Call me an optimist.