the mastermind [tua]

the man and the monkey

"Have you ever thought about what life would be like if you were a seahorse? Personally, I think it would be great."

60s slang
wet rag - someone who is boring or who puts a damper on others' fun

The odd group of people were still situated in the Gussman's back room; Five pacing up and down, Diego visibly connecting all the dots in his head and the rest of them staring back and forth at the Hargreeves brothers.

Number Two was the first to speak up. "Of course Dad would be involved in the assassination. I should've known."
"No, you're jumping to conclusions," argued Five.
"What else is he doing standing on the grassy knoll, holding an open black umbrella on a sunny day in Dallas the exact same moment the president gets shot?"
The girl piped up. "People can actually use umbrellas as sunshades..." But after receiving very irritated looks from the arguing pair, she gently added, "Just saying."
"It doesn't look good, I admit," Schoolboy remarked.
Diego remained stern about his plotting. "No, he's the signalman for the whole goddamn thing."

Maeve zoned out for a moment, bored of the dialogue in which she was obviously not desired to participate.

She wondered what Elliott was thinking about this entire thing. He was still the only person who was taken by surprise with the whole assassination plot, albeit being a truly distrustful man engaged in more conspiracy theories than she'd like to know.
Her mind drifted to the woman beside her. Since locking eyes with Lila, Maeve had wondered why she was here, in Dallas, in 1963.
Even though she would've never admitted it, secretly, the girl wished that the Commission sent Lila to look after her. Maybe they cared about her after all, and although nobody had intervened in the alley that day, Maeve yearned for her "family" to worry about her, perhaps even missing her.

She was called back into reality by the importunate voice of Five Hargreeves.
That little feral man was all up in Diego's face.

"You think I had it easy, Diego? I was alone for 45 years. You know what? We don't have the time for this right now. Dad's clearly in Dallas, right? Let's just go talk to him. Maybe he can help us fix the timeline."
"Dallas is a big place. We need to find him first," shot the taller man.
He was really not the brightest of the bunch. The girl began rummaging in the top drawer of the rack she was sitting on.
Five taunted. "Gee, if only we had some magical, old-timey way of finding people and their addresses."
Right on cue, she pulled out their directory and whistled loudly to gain Five's attention as she threw the book at him.
"You're welcome, dipshit."
He tilted his head in a slight nod. "Thanks."

The brothers went into the kitchen to search for their dad's address, and Maeve took that as a chance to confront Lila.
She took her wrist and pulled the woman into the darkroom.

In there, Maeve locked the door. Then, the girl turned around but held her distance, back pressed against the door and eyes looking daggers at Lila.