[CLICK]
DAISY: Huh.
ELIAS: Something wrong, Detective?
DAISY: How many tape recorders you got?
ELIAS: Can’t say I’m entirely sure. We have all sorts of old equipment in storage, I think. You wish to use it for the interviews?
DAISY: Probably not.
ELIAS: And you’re sure you want to do it in here? We haven’t had a chance to properly clean it.
DAISY: ##### [PAPER RUSTLES]
DAISY: Won’t take long.
ELIAS: If you say so. I warn you, some of my people have a tendency to… ramble.
DAISY: I just need to know where he is.
ELIAS: As you wish. Who do you want first?
DAISY: Don’t care.
ELIAS: Right you are. You’ll be alright on your own for a minute?
DAISY: [Snort] That a joke?
ELIAS: Some people find this place unsettling.
DAISY: Mr. Bouchard, I’m not the one who needs to be scared.
[DOOR OPENS]
ELIAS: Whatever you say, Detective.
[DOOR CLOSES]
[SILENCE BUT FOR PAGES TURNING]
[THE FAINTEST HINT OF CALLIOPE MUSIC STARTS TO PLAY]
[DAISY OPENS DOOR]
DAISY: Anyone there?
[MUSIC FADES AWAY]
DAISY: Goddamn it.