[OH MY GOD, HOOK. THAT IS RUDE. He yelps pathetically.] I already told you, I don't know. [He pants a little, desperately, and while it's sort of chickenshit to break after one HOOK PRODDING, he has to consider the ramifications of what happens if they kill him. They'll hurt someone else, maybe kill someone else, pin it on Regina again, and he can't handle that guilt. He wouldn't have to handle it, of course. He'd be dead, but it's still not something he wants to be responsible for. The entire town turning against Regina, maybe even killing her.]

He has a shop- the antique shop. It might be there. [Except he knows better than that. Rumpelstiltskin's not exactly easy to trick.] If it's not, I don't know what to tell you.