“And branded upon the beast, the mark of his kin. For none shall live whom they have seen.”
Nick is sleeping on the couch having a bad dream about a missing girl. The image of a black girl keep floating through his thoughts as he tosses and turns. Then quickly, a hand lands on his chest in the rudest way to wake someone ever. Hey look! It’s Juliette, the Wicked Btch of the West.
Fk you! (No, please don’t.)
She jostles him awake and asks him when he got home. He said it must have been after 3am because they have this missing person’s case and it’s really taking a toll on him. She suggests that maybe he get more sleep. (THEN WHY DID YOU WAKE HIM UP ANYWAY?) She tells him that she left some coffee for him and he kinda snaps at her (not nearly as much as I would have), and she gives him a dirty look. He claims that he’s just not getting good sleep because of being banished to the couch. “I made some coffee, I left it on the counter, I’m going to work…….. can we talk about this later because I have to be in early to work.” SHUT UP YOU STUPID MEANIE!
I slept great, what’s your prob?
You need more sleep, you look like sht.
Now, we’ve all seen the outside of the house and most of the inside… isn’t it fair to assume it has more than one bedroom? I get that he’s waiting for her, but hell… go buy a mattress and get off the couch. Or better yet, tell Juliette to take a hike; because by the end of this episode she’d better be running from me.
Thanks cow, like I didn’t know that.
Anyway, she leaves for work and Nick just sits on the couch wondering where it all went wrong. (The world screams… Juliette).
Over in some neighborhood without a Homeowner’s Association to make a ruling on junky yards, a man is on the phone. (We will learn his name is Adrian Zayne.) While he’s telling someone that everything is fine, and that they just have to keep the girl in good condition for one more day, he is burning pictures of a pretty black girl. It’s the same girl that Nick was dreaming about. So, being the detective that I am, I’m gonna assume HE has the missing girl. (I know, dear readers… I’m a giver.)
This is what I do after a break-up.