Twyla: Won't you sit down?
Elmer: No thanks, I like it better here by the fireplace. The wind was really nasty.
Twyla: As you wish. You know, Elmer, before we go to the actual matter at hand, I need to ask you something...
Elmer: I can almost guess. Go on.
Twyla: Did you... I mean, did grandpa ever...
Elmer: No. I had no idea what he was up to. I don't think anyone had.
Twyla: What would you have done if...
Elmer: I don't know. I think that's why he never told me. He didn't want to force me into making that choice.
Twyla: Are you saying you might have been on his side?
Elmer: Possibly. It's too late to say now, because it's a different thing having you ask it than if he had asked me. The kind of debt I owed him... well, let's just say that one lifetime isn't long enough to repay something like that.
Twyla: I know.
Elmer: So, what about the actual matter? Isn't it all in the papers you found?
Twyla: I guess so, but what I really want is your opinion. Not just facts, but how you feel.
Elmer: May I ask why?
Twyla: He's coming to see me. I'd like to know how bad idea that is.
Elmer: I see. Well, he's not a violent guy, so it should be safe enough. Just keep him and your money far apart, and you should be fine.
Twyla: You mean he's a charmer and could talk me into financing his expensive lifestyle? No fear.
Elmer: Good. - I need to go now. I have just enough time to get to the office before the next client is expected to arrive.
Twyla: Okay. Thanks for coming, and thanks for all your help.
Elmer: You're very welcome. And remember, if you need help, you can always call me. Any time.
Gabriel: Nice to see you too.
Kate: What are you doing here? We're not supposed to meet. Officially, we have nothing to do with each other.
Gabriel: Yeah, you're just a do-gooder and I'm just a conman looking for the next payday.
Kate: That background story was your own choice. You could have chosen something more dignified.
Gabriel: You're the one who said that sticking close to truth would make it easier to keep my cover.
Kate: Yes, it does prevent some accidental slips.
Gabriel: And you also said that people get careless when they feel morally superior to you.
Kate: That is also true. - So, what are you doing here?
Gabriel: I saw you outside and decided to follow you.
Kate: I'm not talking about the museum, I mean the city.
Gabriel: I'm on vacation, meeting old friends.
Kate: Am I supposed to believe that?
Gabriel: It's the truth. Well, I did have a business proposition to an old friend, but he's much too interested in his bat in a hat tricks nowadays.
Kate: You know Schizo?
Gabriel: You know him too? It's a small world. - But honestly, I am on vacation. I'm on my way to visit my ex-girlfriend's niece to see how she's doing. Her grandfather died recently, and there was all sorts of unpleasantness involved. You may have read about him, the guy who first hired and then later killed the hitman.
Kate: I know about the girl. A friend of mine told me about her, so I did some checking.
Gabriel: Why? She hasn't done anything.
Kate: No, but I needed to make sure she's safe around children.
Gabriel: I'm sure she is. - And it seems that somebody thinks the same about you. What's with the swarm of kids you sent scurrying all around the place?
Kate: They're my class, and they have their assigned tasks, which involve finding information on certain exhibits.
Gabriel: Class? Are you a teacher now?
Kate: Haven't you heard that I'm on a leave of absence of undetermined length?
Gabriel: Need to lie low, huh? What did you do?
Kate: None of your business. - You better go before...
Nikki: Aunt Kate!
Kate: Not related. She has some trouble remembering when I'm her teacher and when her mother's friend.
Nikki: Aunt Kate! I'm all finished! - Who are you?
Kate: Nikki, manners.
Nikki: I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be rude.
Gabriel: It's all right. I'm Gabriel. I'm sorry for the intrusion, but I was intrigued by your teacher's outfit.
Nikki: Haven't you seen any Feline Sisters before?
Gabriel: I have seen some ladies in similar outfits, but I never knew what it was all about, so I decided to finally ask. I did have an idea that it would be some sort of an order. I have met nuns before.
Nikki: It's not the same thing.
Gabriel: I guess not, but the same basic idea. - I think I should be going now. Judging from the number of children heading this way, I'd say many others have finished their tasks as well, so I need to let the education continue.
Frankie: Did you call Jet?
Twyla: Yes, we agreed that it would be better for me to go there. She thought Nikki would find it hard to concentrate here.
Frankie: She'd be all over the place. - By the way, is it okay with you that I invite Nikki and her friends for a visit later? They really want to see the house.
Twyla: Sure. Just let me know when, so I know to lock the doors to rooms that are out of bounds.
Twyla: You know, I'm having a visitor later. I need you to do me a favor.
Frankie: Of course. What do you want me to do?
Twyla: When I go to open the door for him, go to your room and stay there and don't make a sound. When I press the buzzer, come here. Don't knock, just come in. If he's still here, act surprised, as if you had no idea I have a visitor.
Frankie: Sure. Sounds a bit strange, though.
Twyla: I'll explain it later. Don't worry, everything will be fine.
Twyla: So, what brings you here?
Gabriel: I heard about the old man, and I thought...
Twyla: What? You're not even family. Did auntie send you on a spying mission?
Gabriel: Hey, I haven't seen her in weeks! Haven't you heard she dumped me?
Twyla: Really? So soon?
Gabriel: She found some rich guy. Looks like a toad, but a toad with loads of money.
Twyla: Isn't that what's called irony?
Gabriel: What do you mean?
Twyla: You'll figure it out. - But back to what we were talking about, to rephrase myself, what do you want?
Gabriel: I don't want anything. I just happened to be in the city, and I thought it would be appropriate to pay you a visit. You know, to express my condolences.
Twyla: Isn't that a bit old-fashioned? Does anyone nowadays really visit other people just for that?
Gabriel: I don't know. I thought it would be proper.
Twyla: I see. I'm not quite sure I believe that. - Anyway, in case auntie told you that I got everything, let me enlighten you. Grandpa's will gave me the house and a trust fund, which pays a small monthly allowance, my studies and costs for the maintenance of the house. I am not rich, Gabriel.
Gabriel: Why do you think it's about money?
Twyla: Because it is. Grandpa had you checked. I found the papers.
Gabriel: Oh. - And you still let me in?
Twyla: Nobody had described you as violent, so I thought it would be safe enough. Besides, I turned all the cameras on before I let you in.
Gabriel: I'm glad to see you're taking security seriously.
Twyla: You have no idea.
Gabriel: Nice painting. Not my style, I'm more into modern art, but the painter certainly knew what he was doing.
Twyla: I'm sure she did. - Gabriel, grandpa taught me a lot of things, and one of them was that there's always an angle. So, what's yours?
Gabriel: What do you mean?
Twyla: Why are you really here? I mean, if it isn't about money. We don't even know each other that well.
Gabriel: I just told you. Besides, I like you. You remind me of an old friend of mine. I couldn't help him and he's long gone now.
Twyla: I remind you of some guy? I wouldn't call that a compliment.
Gabriel: It was not supposed to be, although you would, if you had known him. - Have you seen any of your family lately?
Twyla: That's none of your business, but no.
Gabriel: Not even your father?
Twyla: I'm not talking about this with you.
Gabriel: I've read about what the old man did.
Twyla: So has the entire nation. So what?
Gabriel: Nothing. From what I've understood, he did the right thing. Well, maybe not that last part, but the others...
Twyla: None of it was right! You can't right a wrong by doing more wrong!
Frankie: Twyla, are you... oh, I didn't know you had a guest.
Twyla: This is Gabriel, my aunt's boyf... EX-boyfriend. Gabriel, this is Frankie, she's living with me.
Gabriel: It is a pleasure to meet you, Frankie. I had no idea...
Twyla: As I said, I get a very small allowance.
Gabriel: So you needed someone to help pay the bills? Very sensible. There's certainly enough room. Any other lodgers?
Twyla: Frankie's not a lodger, she's a friend.
Frankie: Um, did I interrupt something or...?
Twyla: Not at all, Gabriel was just about to leave, weren't you, Gabriel?
Gabriel: Uh, yes, I've got a lot of... stuff to do.
Frankie: If you needed me to help you get rid of him, why didn't you just say so?
Twyla: You're not a very good actor. You always do much better when you don't know too many details about what I want you to do.
Frankie: Okay. Are you going to tell me what that was all about?
Twyla: He really did date auntie. And he's a conman and only interested in money.
Frankie: How do you know he's a conman? I mean, that's not something anybody would want to tell you.
Twyla: Grandpa had his background checked. He didn't tell me even half of what he found out, but I found the papers when I was checking the contents of the safe.
Frankie: Is it safe to have anything to do with him?
Twyla: When you know a conman for what he is, there's no risk. You just don't let him anywhere near your money. I told him the truth about the trust fund, so he won't become a nuisance. - Besides, as he pointed out, I take security seriously.
Frankie: Twyla! You never told me anything about that!
Twyla: Relax. I know how to use it, and I certainly don't keep it in the drawer all the time. It's usually in the safe.
Frankie: Dad said...
Twyla: Something along the lines of "guns are only useful, if you're ready to use them when needed?"
Twyla: I am ready to use this, if necessary. The course grandpa sent me to was an expensive one, and all the teachers were former special ops guys who were very clear on that point.
Frankie: I don't like guns.
Twyla: I know. I'll put it back to the safe. - Frankie, I didn't for a moment believe that I would need the gun. Gabriel is not a violent guy, there's nothing like that in his past. I just... felt better knowing the gun was within easy reach.
Frankie: Yeah, he looked a bit intimidating, although he was very polite.