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[doctor]: What's the last thing you remember?
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[woman]: I was driving.
- And do you know how you were hurt?
[tires screech] - Was I in an accident?
- What happened out there?
- I don't know.
- Can you tell me what year it is?
- I-I don't know.
- What's your name?
- I don't know.
[gasps]
[breathing shakily]
[gentle somber music]
- How bad is the pain on a scale of one to ten?
- Uh, if I say ten, will you give me the good drugs?
- Hmm. You're joking. That's a good sign.
Where does it hurt?
- E-Everywhere.
- Mm-hmm. You're sore.
You were in an accident.
- A car crash.
- That's right. You went off the road and you hit a tree.
You've been recuperating here for the last few days.
Do you remember your name now?
- Um...
[pen scratching]
- It's Mia Keller.
Does that spark anything for you?
- No. I wish it did.
- I gotta admit, I did a double take
when your name popped up.
- Why, do... do you know me?
- No. I know your work.
A lot of people do. You're an author.
- I am? - Mm-hmm.
- What do I write? - Romance.
Don't worry. Your books are good.
I'm a fan.
- I'm sorry, I don't, um...
I don't remember any of that.
I just, I just keep seeing, um, flashes of the crash.
- We did an MRI.
There doesn't appear to be any brain damage.
- Then what...
what's happening to me?
- There's a phenomenon called dissociative amnesia.
It's psychosomatic.
Sometimes that can happen after a traumatic event.
- Like a car crash. - Mm-hmm.
- Is it permanent?
- Not necessarily.
Some people recover their memory... eventually.
Sometimes in pieces.
Sometimes all at once. It's like waking from a dream.
- But sometimes it's permanent?
[sighs]
- Let's focus...
on getting you back to a regular routine, okay?
That's the important thing now.
We'll do a follow-up in a week and check your progress.
It looks like nothing's broken.
You've dislocated your elbow, so you'll be in a sling
for a bit, but you can walk out of here today
and we'll set you up with some outpatient
physical therapy. Hmm?
- After you get me those good drugs, right?
[laughs] - Coming right up.
In the meantime, are you ready for a visitor?
- Oh, um...
Yeah, okay.
- Hi, um... - Hi.
- How much did you tell her? - Nothing.
[gentle music continues]
- I'm your husband.
- I'll leave you two alone, okay?
[medical machines beeping]
[♪]
- Do you remember me?
[sinister music swells]
- Uh, I think so. I...
[gentle music resumes]
- I'm Jesse.
- Jesse.
It's nice to meet you.
[inhales deeply]
- This is a little weird. - Yeah.
[chuckles nervously] Um... here.
- Um...
They took that off you for the MRI.
[chuckles]
You know, I'm not much of a jewelry guy,
but you bought those...
when you were still in junior high.
Before we met.
And you told me that even back then,
you knew that your...
other half was out there.
Waiting to become whole.
- I said that? - You did.
And you were right. I was.
I'm only...
whole when I'm with you.
- That's sweet.
And a little cheesy. [laughs]
- Well, you're a little cheesy.
- I am? - Oh, definitely.
[laughing] - No.
- Um...
Oh, and uh...
I brought you this to help you jog your memory.
[tender music]
- Is this, um... - It's Madison.
Our daughter.
- She's a lot older now,
but that's always been your favorite photo of us.
- Um...
where is she? - She's here.
Would you like to see her? - Yeah.
[sniffles]
- Mom.
[loudly]: I'm Madison!
- Honey, she has amnesia. She's not hard of hearing.
[laughs through tears] - Oh, sorry.
- That's okay. That's okay.
Um... HI, Madison.
- Hi, Mom.
[gentle poignant music]
[children shouting indistinctly]
- This is a beautiful town.
- Well that's why you picked it. - I did?
- How much did the doctor tell you about yourself?
- I write romance novels.
- You do. [chuckles]
Good ones. - Best-sellers.
- And every time you're about to write a new one,
you like to move to the setting of your story.
Hence the picturesque small town.
- Oh, you gotta see the house we're renting.
- So, what, we just live a life on the road?
What, moving town to town?
[laughs] - No. No, we live in Colorado.
Think of this as a writing retreat.
Before I forget, the hospital set us up
with a physical therapy clinic.
Your first appointment is tomorrow morning.
So, Madison can drive you on the way to school.
- Don't worry. You're in good hands.
- Honey, watch the road. - Sorry.
[engine stops]
[exhales]
Here we are.
- Home sweet home.
For the next few months, anyway.
[door creaks]
[♪]
Recognize anything?
- No.
But I'm sure it'll come back to me.
- That's where the magic happens.
[chuckles lightly]
- "A Rose by Your Name".
"Mia Keller is a best-selling romance writer.
She has penned 12 novels."
Did I write this? - Mm-hmm.
- That's not a lot of information.
[chuckles] - Well,
you're a very private person.
[clears throat]
- "Big Hearts in a Small Town".
I really need to work on my titles.
[laughs] - See, you're getting back
into the swing of things already.
Just don't want to forget this, though.
Here we go.
Oh, and the hospital
gave me this to give back to you.
It's your personal stuff from the accident.
Your phone's not there, so that must have
got lost in the crash.
- We got you a new one.
We couldn't remember your cloud passwords,
so we couldn't restore your info.
But my number and Dad's number is right on here.
- Thanks, sweetie.
[tender music]
- Is anyone else hungry?
- Starving. - I'll order some pizza.
- Yeah.
[gentle jazz music plays in background]
- Mm.
Well, um...
safe to say, I don't think I like Hawaiian.
[laughs]
- I could've told you that. - Hmm.
- Hey, if you're not gonna finish yours...
- So, um...
Tell me about us.
- What do you mean?
- Well, um, do we have any relatives?
- I have a sister in Delaware. - Okay.
- You're an only child.
- Um... and my parents?
- They died a long time ago. I'm sorry.
[inhales deeply]
[clears throat]
- So uh, how long have we been in this town for?
- Only a month.
- And you both just...
pick up and take a trip every time I write a book?
- Not always.
Depends on the timing.
I work in IT, and I'm doing some consulting
for a firm in town right now.
- And you're in high school, yeah?
[chuckles] - I graduated.
- Oh. - But I'm just taking
some classes at the community college
to save money until I transfer.
- Your daughter gets straight As.
- That's wonderful. - I applied to NYU.
The guidance counselor thinks I have a good chance.
- It sounds like I have some very smart genes.
[laughs] Oh sorry,
or is that your side of the family?
- Oh no, that's all you.
- Well, then, we should celebrate.
- Hmm. Wine.
- I'm okay.
- Uh, nice try. [chuckling]
- Worth a shot.
- This is the bedroom.
- Yeah.
Um, listen...
if you don't mind,
I think I'm just gonna...
sleep in here alone tonight.
I'm still kinda just taking it all in, you know?
- No. No, I get it. - You do?
- Of course.
It's all very sudden.
You just got out of the hospital
and now there's this strange,
handsome man you need to share a bed with.
[laughs]
- I mean, I wouldn't say strange.
- But would you say handsome?
- Hmm.
- God, you're really something.
- What do you mean?
- You're still as beautiful as the day we met.
- How did we meet?
- In a writer's group.
Yeah. [chuckles]
Yeah, we all sat around in a circle
reading excerpts of our work.
Yours and mine were the only ones
that weren't complete garbage, so I asked you out.
- You're a writer? - No.
No, I gave that up a while back.
But I'm glad I tried, 'cause otherwise,
I never would have met you.
- Well, it sounds like it'd be a good meet cute for a book.
- It was. - Really?
- In your first novel, "The Pen is Mighty".
- God, I really need to work on my titles.
[laughs]
- I wish I could remember that day.
- You will.
Someday. And...
until then, I'll remember for the both of us.
- Now who's being cheesy? [laughing]
- I'll make up the bed in the attic.
- Yeah.
[tender music]
[Mia clears throat]
Good night.
- Sweet dreams.
[panicked breathing] No. No...
[car engine rumbles]
[laughing]
[engine revs]
[tires screech]
[thuds]
[panicked breathing]
[panting]
- Hey, hey.
- Ah! [gasps]
- Hey, it's okay. You're having a nightmare.
- I remembered.
The accident.
There was someone else in the car with me.
- I was there. I was in the car with you.
- No, no, no, there was some...
there was this girl, and uh,
she was Madison's age, but she, she wasn't Madison.
And she was in the passenger's seat,
and it was like I... it was like I knew her.
- I was in the passenger's seat. No one was else was in the car.
- No, no, she was there, okay? She... she smiled at me.
- It's not real.
- Okay. - Now you're on some serious
pain meds, they're probably messing with your dreams.
Try and get some rest.
Try not to think of anything else, okay?
[exhaling deeply]
[sinister music]
- Here we are.
Okay, Mom, have fun, and pick you up after class.
- Thank you. Um, study hard and...
Do I give you advice or...
[chuckles]
- You say, "Ask good questions."
- Oh, I like that. That's good. Do that.
- Okay. Um...
Mom,
do you remember anything yet?
- Not really.
[sighs] - Okay.
It's just 'cause this kinda reminds me
of my first day of junior high.
- Really? - When you dropped me off.
I got into a skateboarding accident.
I hopped on a board
and I went right into a parked car. Hard.
- Were, were you okay? - I had a big cast
that went from here all the way to here.
And I was really nervous, because it was the first
day of class, and I thought I looked like a freak.
But you told me it was okay
and you were right.
I was okay.
Are you... okay?
- I'm okay.
And I'm here. - Yeah.
- Hmm. You don't wanna be late. - I know, yeah.
- Um, and ask good questions.
- Okay. [laughing]
- I'll see you later. - I'll see you later.
Have fun!
[clears throat] - Um...
- Hi! Hi, you must be Mia Keller?
I am Erin, your PT. - Nice to meet you, Erin.
- So, I hear you were in a car accident
and you're feeling pretty sore? - Yeah.
- Any place in particular you wanna work on? Hmm?
I'm kidding. I'm kidding.
Let's take a look at that arm. Have a seat on the table.
- Right.
[clears throat]
- Oh, and do me a favor, don't take off your clothes.
I have to make that very clear to some of my male patients,
so... [chuckles]
Does this hurt?
- Uh, a little.
- But not like, oh god, oh god, please stop?
[chuckles] - No.
- Okay.
Here? - Not as bad.
- Okay, great.
So, how long have you lived in town?
- Oh, we're actually just visiting for a few months.
- We? - My husband and daughter.
- Aw, a family getaway. That's cute.
- Are you married? - No!
No, I am unfortunately at the mercy of the dating apps.
- Oh. - Not a lot of single men
in this town, and the ones that are...
So, ugh.
Well, enough about me. Let's move on
to cheerier subjects. - Okay.
- Your scans are good. You have what we call
a simple elbow dislocation,
which means there are no fractures,
just the ligaments are injured. We're gonna keep you
in the sling, but I think you're only gonna have
to wear it for another week.
- Oh, that's great! - Mm-hmm!
So, this morning we'll do some wrist exercises,
break for lunch, then we'll come back
and work the whole arm. - Ooh, what's for lunch?
- Hmm, vending machines. - Oh.
- But I know a good place a couple blocks from here, so...
[chuckling]
[birds chirping]
- So, when we got back to his place,
it was covered in junk. - Oh!
- No, every square inch.
I had to wait five minutes for him to clear a space
for me to sit down.
[sighs] Oh, and get this,
he tells me I should take off my shoes.
"Um, this is a no shoe household."
- Oh, God. - I said, listen bud,
my shoes are cleaner than your floor.
- And what was the bathroom like?
- I would tell you, but we're about to eat.
- Oh. So, what, you just left?
- Hmm? - Erin.
- Hey! Slim pickings in this town.
You're lucky you already have a husband.
- Yeah.
- Everything okay?
- This is kinda weird,
uh, to tell someone, but um...
ever since the accident, I've had--
- Amnesia?
I saw something about it in your chart
and I wasn't sure if I should bring it up. I'm sorry.
- No, it's okay.
It's hardly sunk in. It's all so crazy.
- So, you don't remember anything?
- Oof. So, you could be like, a spy.
Or like a, a sexy assassin. - Real sexy.
[chuckling]
[shrill sinister music]
[laughing]
[music fades]
- Hey. Are you okay?
- I keep seeing this girl in my mind.
- Someone you know? - I don't know
if it's a memory or a dream.
- Ms. Keller! Just a second. [panting]
I'm sorry to interrupt. I don't run much.
- Oh. - Oh!
- Are you okay?
- I'm Wade Chan.
Your number one fan. - Fan?
- Uh, I've read all your books. They are amazing.
Your characters are so relatable.
I feel like I am Mr. Augustin. You see the resemblance?
- Mr. Augustin?
- How do you recognize me? - We met before,
a few weeks ago. You were with your daughter.
- I was with Madison. - I don't know,
you wouldn't tell me her name. You're a very private person.
But you did promise to sign my book.
[chuckles nervously]
- You have all my books? - Not only that,
I have all of your interviews from magazines and newspapers,
and stuff that's never even been online.
- Wade, could you make me some copies?
I'd love to take a trip down memory lane.
- Of course. Uh, I can drop them off at your house.
- That'd be lovely.
Here's my address.
Thank you. - I'll get right on it.
But until then, I must bid you adieu.
Like "In a Rose by Your Name".
- Oh uh, right. Thank you.
- Thank you.
- Think it was smart giving a stranger your home address?
- Oh, he's harmless.
Plus everyone is a stranger to me at this point.
- Hmm. - Maybe I can learn
something about myself. - Hmm.
Oh, yeah, and you're a famous author, apparently?
Way to bury the lede.
- That man is watching us.
- So?
- He's been doing it for a while.
- Do you know him? - I don't know.
[engine revs]
- He's hot. Think he's single?
- Erin. - What?
[Mia]: Hmm, thank you.
[Madison]: Yes, of course, Mom.
- Hey. There's my girls.
- Wait, you got the new iPad?
- And that's not all.
Looks like a few packages arrived for you as well.
[squeals]
- Ooh, my new clothes!
[chuckling]
- Can... can we afford all of this?
- Yeah, you just got a six-figure advance
on your latest book. We can afford a lot of things.
- But it's a book I haven't written yet.
- That's why they call it an advance.
[chuckles nervously] How'd therapy go?
- Oh, really good, actually. Um, I don't think I'm gonna be
in this sling much longer.
And I, um... I made a friend.
- That was fast. - Yeah.
- What's her name? - Erin.
She's my physical therapist.
- Wow. One day out of the hospital,
and you're making new friends. It's a whole new you.
- Is it? - Well, I...
just mean...
normally, you're a bit more reserved, that's all.
But this is a good thing. - Yes.
Um...
can I ask you something?
- Mm-hmm.
- Why did we move here, exactly?
- So that you could write your book. I told you that.
- Yes, but is that really the reason?
- Of course it is.
Mia, what's wrong? - No, I just thought that maybe
you weren't, um... telling me everything.
At once, you know, like easing me in.
- Easing you into what?
- Um...
Did we have another daughter? - Sorry?
- Did we have another daughter
and she died,
and that's why we moved here?
- What? - Mia...
- Dad, what is she talking about?
- Look I... I think, um...
- Did I have a sister? - No. No.
We didn't have another daughter.
It's always just been the three of us.
Where's this coming from?
Did someone say something to you?
- No, no, I just, um...
I keep having these visions, um,
of this young girl, and I...
I know that she's important to me.
It's like... it's like I miss her.
Like I lost her, or something. I don't... I don't know.
- You're scaring me. - What, no.
- Look, tomorrow I'm gonna call that doctor
and have her lower the dosage on your painkillers, all right?
- Yeah, okay. - Are you okay, Mom?
- Yes. No, I'm... I'm fine.
I... I just think I need to lie down for a bit, you know?
- Mm-hmm. - Okay.
- Mom... - It's a nice coat.
[somber music]
[mysterious beat]
[curious music]
[beeping]
- Hey, can you come back down? Madison has some news.
- Hey. What? What's the good news?
- I got into NYU!
- Oh, oh my gosh! Sweetie!
[Madison giggling]
I'm so proud of you. - Thank you.
- Well, this calls for a celebration.
- There's ice cream in the freezer. Who wants some?
- Yes. - I was hoping for something
a little stronger.
Ugh, whatever.
- Um,
I can't remember the combination for this.
Can you help me? - I'm sorry, I don't know it.
Those are your book outlines.
Like I said, you're a very private person.
You won't let me read anything until it's completely finished.
- Hmm. Great.
- Don't worry. It'll come back to you.
In the meantime, you know what I hear
is really good for memory?
[gasps] - What?
- Ice cream. [laughing]
[sinister music]
[vehicle passing]
[car door shuts]
[♪]
[exhales]
[thump in distance]
- Hmm.
[muffled grunts]
[knife swishes]
[panting]
[keys jingle]
- No, he seemed great.
He was a brain scientist studying cognitive decline.
And then he showed up an hour late for our date.
An hour.
And he insisted that he showed up at the right time,
and I'm looking at the text like, it says seven o'clock.
Am I in some kind of experiment?
Am I experiencing cognitive decline? I just...
[whistles] You okay?
- Oh, my God. Oh, I'm sorry.
I'm... I don't know what's going on with me. I...
I keep seeing this girl in my mind.
- The one from your dream? What did your husband say?
- He thinks it's the medication making me loopy.
I don't know. I...
I guess that's what it is, right?
- Maybe. [pops lips]
Or you're really a secret agent,
and this girl is your next assignment.
- You are really pushing this secret agent angle.
- Come on, aren't you an author?
You're supposed to be into this. - Oh no, I only write romance
apparently, so... - It's probably something cool
like um, Jezebel. Or Huntress.
You know, you should write this down.
I'm spinning gold here.
- Hey, so whatever happened with that guy? Did he stop by?
- Who? - The weirdo from yesterday.
You know, "I bid you adieu." - Oh, no. He, he never did.
I keep coming back to something he said.
"You were with your daughter."
- What about it?
- Well, what if the daughter I was with wasn't Madison?
- You think it was the girl from your dream?
- I don't know.
- You think you have another daughter?
- I-I don't know.
- Oh...
We should go talk to this guy.
Get him to describe the girl.
Or maybe he can dig up a photo from one of those old articles.
- Okay, well we? - Oh, you gotta let me help.
Look, please? When I was a kid,
I started my own detective agency.
I eventually got bored and opened
a lemonade stand instead. It's much more lucrative.
- Hmm. - But I have always wanted
to solve a mystery.
So, come on, let's go talk to this guy.
- What, you wanna go now?
- Well, it's up to you. I mean,
your insurance pays me either way, so...
[laughs] - Okay, Miss Marple.
What, you got a car?
It's a nice house.
- You know, I'm gonna write that down. Might be important.
- Okay.
[knock on door]
- Oh, um...
Hi.
Uh, is Wade here?
- Are you a family member?
- No, no, I'm just an acquaintance.
- I'm sorry to inform you, Wade Chan is dead.
- Oh, my God. - Whoa.
- What happened? - At some point last night,
his car hit a telephone pole and caught fire.
We're still working out the details.
There wasn't much left by the time we got there.
- That's awful. Um, did he have any family?
- We're not sure.
Maybe you can help.
Can you tell us anything about him?
- No, not really. - I mean he was a little weird.
- Erin. - He was.
- Don't I know you?
- I'm... not sure.
- Yes, yes, you were the woman who had the car accident.
- You heard about that? - I was there.
I found you and your husband after you crashed.
I drove you to the hospital. - Oh, my God, thank you.
- Of course. How are you holding up?
- I'm okay.
This might sound a bit strange,
but do you remember
if there was anyone else at the crash?
- No.
- There wasn't a young woman anywhere?
- No, I didn't see anyone but you and your husband.
If you do remember anything more about Mr. Chan,
please give me a call. - Of course.
- Thank you for your cooperation.
[chuckles]
- Well, that clears up that.
- What do you mean?
- The girl, she wasn't in the car.
- What about Wade? - It was an accident.
- That is what they want you to think.
- Who's they?
- That's what we're trying to figure out!
Guess you haven't written any mysteries, have you?
- I don't know. Uh...
Is there a library around here somewhere?
- There's computers downstairs
where you can search the magazine database.
- Downstairs? - Hmm, in the basement.
- How inviting. - Hmm.
[phone rings]
Shh. I'm sorry. Shh, shh, shh.
[whispering]: Hello?
Oh, okay.
I'm sorry. I have to consult with a clinician
about another patient.
I'm gonna take this outside. Are you okay?
- Yeah, I'm fine.
[mysterious music]
[lights buzz]
[inhales and exhales deeply]
[computer buzzes]
"A notoriously private person."
Well, that's not helpful.
"While she refused to talk about her personal life..."
Great. Nice job, Mia. Way to be coy.
[sighs]
[chuckles softly]
[chuckles]
"For Angela."
[footsteps thud in distance]
[sinister music]
Erin?
Is someone there?
- Just checking if you need anything.
Miss...
[breathing rapidly]
Are you all right?
[gulps]
Miss...
[phone rings]
[breathing shakily]
Oh, you should have that on silent.
This is a library.
[gasps]
- What are you doing in the women's bathroom, perv?
- I got lost.
- Well get lost again, or I'm calling the police.
- Okay. Okay.
- Hey, keep your distance.
I have pepper spray, and it stings.
- I'm leaving.
- Are you all right? - Yeah.
- Hold on.
- Oh, my God...
[revving]
[tires screeching]
[panting]
What are you writing?
- I got his license plate.
I have a friend who's a private investigator.
He can run the plates, and maybe we can figure out
who this creep is.
- Wow, um, I'm impressed.
You would make a good detective. - Right?
- Who's this friend?
- Uh, just a... guy I met.
On an app. - Mm-hmm, okay.
[chuckles]
[exhales deeply]
- Are you okay? - I'm fine.
- Where were you?
Madison's been looking everywhere for you.
We were worried sick. I was about to call the police.
- I went for dinner with Erin. I lost track of time.
- You were supposed to be resting.
[exhales]
You have me so wound up.
What if something happened to you?
I mean, after the accident.
- I don't wanna lose you, okay?
- I'm, I'm sorry.
Where is Madison? - She's up in her room.
- Who's Angela?
- Angela? I don't know an Angela.
- Well, I do.
- I could use a drink.
[inhales and exhales deeply]
I was gonna tell you.
I was just waiting for a time when Madison wasn't here.
[scoffs]
[exhales]
Years ago, before we had Madison,
I was unemployed, and you were working
on your first novel, but also putting in long hours
as an English teacher at a high school.
We were stressed.
Our marriage was in a bad place. And...
you started seeing someone.
- I... I cheated on you?
- With one of your students.
- Excuse me? - He was 18, but--
- Oh, my God.
- You got pregnant.
With Angela. - So, I...
I do have another daughter.
Where is she? Is she alive?
- Yes. She's alive.
But Madison doesn't know about her.
- How could she not know? - The father sued
for full custody.
You lost your job with the school.
It was a small town.
It was quite the scandal.
Are you okay?
[scoffs]
- Just keep going. Just keep...
Rip the band aid off.
- We were pariahs, so we left.
Moved to Colorado where we had Madison.
We never told her about Angela, because we wanted
to protect her from the scandal.
And that's why you're so private in your interviews.
- Wait, so I just...
I just left my daughter in another town? I...
What kind of mother am I?
No, I don't...
I don't think I would do that. That doesn't sound like me.
- You don't know what you would do.
You can't remember.
Besides, Angela's father would never let you see her.
I mean, it's a shame. Maybe things...
might have turned out differently for her.
- Why? What, what happened?
[sighs]
- Angela is a very troubled kid.
Been in and out of juvie for most of her teens.
- Oh, my God.
- She would come and visit us in Colorado,
but we didn't want her being a bad influence on Madison,
so you and Angela would meet in secret,
and it was...
It was nice. For a while.
Behaviors changed. She would get angry, violent.
Then her boyfriend started to shake us down for money.
- Wait, her boyfriend? - Yeah, some thug.
I don't even know what his name is.
- Does he drive a red Charger?
[sinister music]
There's this guy that's been following me around.
- Yeah, that's him.
- Wait, what are you doing? - Something I should've done
a long time ago. They're stalking you.
They're extorting us. They need to go to jail.
- Wait. No, no. Don't call the police.
She's my daughter. I don't want her in jail.
- They are dangerous!
- I left her.
How could I do that? How could I leave her?
Maybe I could call her.
- I don't think it's a good idea.
- I don't care. I don't care if it's not a good idea.
I just...
I just wanna hear her voice.
- Okay. - I'm her mom,
and I just wanna hear her voice.
- Okay. Okay.
We'll figure something out.
[sobbing]
[shaky exhale]
[phone buttons beep]
[call rings]
- Hey, this is Angela. Leave a message after the beep.
[voicemail beeps]
[breathes shakily]
- Hi, Angela. Um, it's me. It's, uh...
Well, it's your mom. And um...
Listen, something happened, and I, uh...
I was in accident, and I...
I kinda lost my memory.
But I know that you're mad at me and you have every right to be.
I'm, I'm sorry.
I'm so...
so, so, so sorry.
I love you. And, um...
I... just, just talk to me. Yeah.
[breathing heavily]
I can't believe he didn't tell me.
- That's super sketch.
- The more I think about it,
the more upset I get. I just-- - I don't blame you.
Do you wanna move out for a little bit?
Get some space, cool off. You can stay with me.
- Thank you.
But...
he's no worse than me. I mean, I...
Did I really abandon my daughter because of a little scandal?
No wonder she won't call me back.
I'm a monster. - Hey!
You are not a monster.
- I just, I can't stop thinking about her.
I wish I could just talk to her
and see if she's okay, you know?
- I'm sure she is.
She is an adult woman.
She knows how to take care of herself.
- She's just out there, you know, with this guy,
this boyfriend.
I mean, he's a criminal.
What if he's dangerous?
- Speaking of the criminal,
I talked with that private eye.
- Your friend? - Uh-huh.
He's going to look into it, and we're going
to meet up tonight to talk about his findings.
- Oh, Erin. You didn't have to do that for me.
[clicks tongue] - Oh...
Well, I sort of had an ulterior motive.
- So, there's gonna be a bit more than talking tonight?
- Hmm, I don't know, maybe.
If he doesn't have that stupid hat he's always wearing.
It looks ridiculous.
What? Trust me, you haven't seen this hat.
- So, are you guys fighting or something?
- We're not fighting.
- Okay...
Anyway, I need someone to pay for my tuition to NYU.
- Right. - Okay.
- Right.
Maybe we can...
set up a wire transfer from your account.
- My account? - Yeah, uh...
That's right. We haven't talked about this.
You and I have separate bank accounts.
Because of, um...
um...
Well, you would, um...
- You're the breadwinner.
What? It's true.
- Okay, sweetie, how much is tuition?
- Yeah.
- Oh, wow.
That's a lot. - It's NYU.
- Can we afford this?
- With your advance, yeah.
- I don't know if I can write anymore.
- Come on, don't say that. Of course you can.
- What? - Can I not go to NYU?
- No, no, of course you can, sweetie.
Yeah, no, um...
your father I just have to figure this out, yeah?
[inhales and exhales deeply]
- No.
No.
Hmm, no.
[gentle tap on glass]
[gasps]
[relieved laugh]
Don't you know you're not supposed to sneak up on women?
- I'm a private eye. I sneak up on everyone.
- Hmm. - You didn't hear me pull in?
- I was attending to... business matters on my phone.
- Ah.
- I see you're still wearing the hat.
- I see you're still looking gorgeous.
[both chuckle]
- Uh, you got something for me?
- Boy, do I. The guy's name is Thomas Thawley.
He's a real bad dude. 24 years old.
He's got a list of priors longer than a CVS receipt.
[tuts]
You know I had to bribe a couple of police
to get this rap sheet.
It's gotta be worth something. Right?
- What did you have in mind?
- Uh...
dinner and a movie. Friday night, my place.
- Counter offer.
Dinner, someplace nice.
Movie... we'll see how you do at dinner.
- Fair enough.
See you Friday. - Mm-hmm.
[chuckles]
[sinister music builds slowly]
[keys jingle]
- Don't move. I've got pepper spray.
And it stings.
[car beeps]
[grunts]
- Help!
[panting]
[running footsteps approach]
[panting]
Hey!
Call 911!
[panting]
- It's Erin, right?
[breathes nervously]
[gasps]
[shrill beat]
- I'm gonna put it here for safekeeping.
[buttons clack]
[beeping]
- Here we are!
- Thank you for the ride sweetie.
Have fun at class, yeah? - Um, Mom,
about the tuition, I know it's a lot.
But like, I could get a job while I'm at school.
They have a work-study program.
If we could just make that initial payment, then--
- Sweetie, I don't want you to worry about this. Okay?
- Are you sure? - Yes.
- Because I feel like last night,
it seemed like we couldn't afford it.
- Madison, I just -- [phone pings]
One second.
[sinister beat]
- What's wrong?
- They've cancelled my appointment for today.
- Geez, they could have given you some more notice.
- Erin had a family emergency and she had to leave town.
- Oh no. - Jesse? Where are you?
- Right here.
- I think something happened to Erin.
- What do you mean?
- She cancelled our appointment.
Work says she had a family emergency and she left town.
- Well, it sounds like she had a family emergency.
- No, she never mentioned any relatives. She lives alone.
- I'm sure she has some family somewhere.
- It's not like her to just pick up and leave.
I mean, we were in the middle of something.
- Middle of what?
- You know that creepy guy that's been following me?
Angela's boyfriend. Well, Erin had a private eye
do a background check on him.
- Why didn't you tell me any of this?
- Really?
You're gonna talk to me about keeping secrets?
- Okay, fair enough.
So, you think Angela's boyfriend did something to Erin?
- I don't know. I just...
But I think I'm gonna call the police.
- Hey, hey, hey.
I thought you didn't want Angela to go back to jail?
- That's different. I mean, Erin could be in trouble.
I'm calling the police.
[officer]: Yeah, we went to her house but no one was home.
Her car was gone.
We're currently tracking down next of kin.
That's about all we can do right now.
- Can't you file a missing person's report?
- Well, no.
All signs point to her leaving town to visit family,
just like the clinic said.
- There is a man who has been following me and her.
I...
I think that maybe he did something to her.
- What's his name? - I don't know.
- And do you have a photo of him?
- No. Um,
he's in early 20s. He looks scary.
I mean he... he drives a red Charger.
- Do you have a license plate number?
[annoyed laugh]
- No. But Erin did.
- Are you in danger from this man?
- Maybe. I... I don't know.
- All right. I'll give this description to the station.
And we'll keep an eye out for him.
If you see him or hear from Erin,
please give us a call.
- Wait, that's it?
- We're trying, Mrs. Keller.
You just have to wait until we hear from her family
or see this Charger fella.
Without a name or photo, it's gonna be tough.
But I'll let you know if we find anything.
- Great. Lots of help that was.
- Look, he's right.
For all we know, Erin's with her family. Okay?
This is really bad timing, but I do have to go to work.
You gonna be okay?
- Yeah. No, I'll... I'll be fine.
- I'll see you tonight.
[mysterious music]
- Okay...
[computer keys clacking]
No.
Definitely not.
Bingo.
- Hey Erin, it's Nick, again.
Uh, call me if you get this.
I've got some dinner ideas for our date.
I know you love spicy food, so there's this new wings place
by me, and they've got this like, nuclear hot sauce.
Or is it "nucular"? Nuclear? Nuclear. Anyway,
it's hot. It's hot, is what I'm saying.
Call me back. [chuckles]
[knock on door]
[sinister beat]
- Gas company. Here to check the meter.
- Wait, don't I know you?
[thuds]
[gasping]
[panicked breathing]
[knock on door]
[knife swishes]
- Shh.
- Hello? Anyone there?
[knock on door]
Mr. Meadows, are you there?
[door clangs]
- Got away.
- What?
[engine turns over]
[ominous music]
[door creaks open]
Madison?
[monotonal tense music]
[panting]
[breathing nervously] Okay...
- What are you doing?
- Uh...
- Who's this?
- That's your sister.
- What? - That's your sister, Angela.
[shaky exhale]
- Mom...
you're freaking me out.
- I need you to sit down for a second. Okay, honey?
Um...
Look, I don't... I don't remember any of this.
But I know that I had another daughter.
[scoffs]
It wasn't with your father, okay.
She's your half-sister.
- Where is she now? - I don't know.
But I think that your father does.
- Wouldn't he tell you?
- Well, uh...
Okay, don't freak out, okay, Madison,
but I think that maybe your father might have, uh...
done something... to Angela.
- Dad? What?
- There's this scary man who's been following me around
and, um...
today, I saw your father get into a car with him
and drive off.
- But none of this makes sense. - I know.
I think that maybe, um...
Jesse saw the accident as a chance for a fresh start,
okay, and um...
maybe because of my memory loss,
he just wanted me to...
to forget that Angela existed at all.
And so, maybe he um, he hired this guy to,
to do something.
Or like, um...
kidnap her, or...
- Kill her? - I don't know, okay?
I just, I think that this guy is after your father
for more money and, and that's why he keeps trying to scare me.
- This is a lot. - I know, I know. Um...
- Well, what do we do now?
Do we call the cops? - I don't know. I don't know.
Because what if we do, and then they, they disappear?
They skip town and then we, we never find Angela
and we don't know if she's okay. - Yeah, but Dad wouldn't
just leave town. Would he?
- I don't know what he would do. I don't...
I don't feel like I know him at all.
[Mia sniffles]
- Wait. Where are you going?
- To call the police, okay? It's our only option.
- Not necessarily.
[stirring music builds]
We can use Find My Phone to see where he's going.
Maybe it'll lead us to Angela. - Where is that?
- The woods. It's not far. I'll drive.
- No. You stay here. It could be dangerous.
- Mom, I'm not letting you do this alone.
- Madison. - It's my car.
- Okay, okay. Let's go together.
- I don't see anyone. - No, it looks like
he's off the road up ahead.
Okay, pull over here. Park the car.
We don't want him to see us coming.
- Okay.
- Okay, he's out there somewhere.
[sinister beat]
[gasps]
- Wait, Mom. Mom!
- Madison, stay here, okay? If you see your father
come back, stay out of sight, call the police.
- Mom, wait! - Stay here!
[birds chirping]
[soft suspenseful music]
[lock rattles]
[breathing heavily]
[thudding]
Oh.
[breathing heavily]
Oh, my God.
[muffled whimpers] Angela! Oh. Angela.
Oh, my God. Okay. Um...
[grunting]
[coughing]
[man roars]
[coughing]
- Get off her.
- I'm sick of this!
Enough!
I want the money! - What is going on?
- Are you okay? - You kidnapped my daughter!
- I didn't mean to. Things just got outta hand, okay?
I told you Angela's a bad kid, so I hired Thomas here
to put a scare into her, but he took things way too far
and he did all of this.
- Well, then, you call the police!
- Mia, I can't.
I'm way too wrapped up in this. They'd arrest me too.
- They should arrest you.
- Enough. Let's get the money!
- What money? What are you talking about?
- I promise you, this will be over so soon.
We just need to do one more thing. Okay?
I need you to go with Thomas to the bank,
and I need you to take out all the money in your account
and I need you to give it to him.
- What? - Then he'll let Angela go
and he'll leave us alone forever. Right?
You go with him to the bank.
I'll take Angela back to the house.
I just need you to trust me. One more time.
Just trust me. Everything will be all right.
Okay?
- You lied to me.
You lied to me about everything.
You two have put this whole thing together.
No, no, no. - Mia--
- Why? I'm not going anywhere.
I'm staying right here with my daughter.
You... you can't drag me away from her.
- Actually, we can.
- What? No! No! No!
[panicked breathing]
No! Help! Help.
[panicked breathing]
[breathing slows]
Oh...
[gentle poignant music]
[breathing heavily]
Okay. Okay.
Erin...
[stirring music]
[groans]
- Ah! Oh, my eyes! Ugh! I can't breathe.
- Get up. Get up, or I'll spray you again. Huh?
[groans]
You and Jesse were in on this whole thing. Why?
What do you want? Why are you doing all of this?
[coughing]
Fine. Just get in the car.
Get in the car!
Ah...
What?
Okay...
[call rings]
[Madison]: Mom, where are you?
- Sweetie, sweetie, listen to me.
I need you to go to the police station.
I need you to stay there, okay?
You tell them to go to the house.
They have Angela. I'm, I'm on my way there, okay?
- Mom, wait! - Madison, I...
Listen to me. Call the police, okay?
- Okay. - Okay. I love you.
[engine turns over]
[tense music]
[door shuts]
- Angela. [muffled scream]
Oh, come here. I'm here.
- Oh, Mom. - Okay. I got you.
- Mom, look out!
- Hey, Mom!
[thudding blow]
[car rumbling in distance]
[doctor]: What's the last thing you remember?
[loud crash]
[gasps]
[shrill, eerie music]
[Mia]: I was driving.
- How is it?
- It was good, but I can't believe
they didn't have caramel.
- You would have caramel on everything if you could.
- Name one thing that wouldn't be improved by caramel?
- Um...
Okay. I'm drawing a blank.
[laughs]
[car rumbling]
[tires screeching]
[loud thud]
- What the hell?
- What is that?
- Oh, my God, Mom, it's him! - Who?
- Dad! Go! Go, go!
- I'm trying!
- They're coming.
[tires screeching]
[loud crash]
[engine stops]
[door shuts]
[suspenseful music]
[pained exhale]
- Yeah, she's still breathing. Go check on Angela.
[panicked breathing]
Get her! Tie her up and put her in the trunk.
[panicked breathing]
[grunts]
[lighter clicks]
[siren wails, approaching]
[breathing heavily]
- Are you all right?
- We had a wreck. The road was slippery.
We just went off and hit the tree.
My wife, she's hurt.
The woman in the other car stopped to help.
- Stay here.
Miss?
Are you all right?
Don't move, we're gonna get you out.
- How many pool parties can a person be to
in their lifetime? - Mm-hmm.
[inhales sharply]
- What? - You know.
[panicked breathing]
- She's awake.
[grunting]
- How's that head of yours? - Don't touch me.
You're not my husband.
- I'm not.
I'm your ex-husband. - And he's my father.
- You lied to me about everything.
- No, not about everything.
We did meet in a writer's group.
And we were happy.
For a while.
But then your career got in the way,
and we had her,
and then you suddenly didn't have any time for me.
[scoffs]
- That's because you're an abusive piece of garbage.
He's a pathetic failed writer.
He started drinking. He hit us.
- You went to prison. - Yes. Now you remember.
Good. Good. [Mia gasps]
Because of you two, I did a five-year stint.
A lot of time to think about what I'd do when I got out.
- All right, that's enough family bonding. Where's Thomas?
- The police grabbed him at the bank.
- You bitch! - Hey, hey, hey.
Honey, she's lying, okay?
If the police had Thomas, they'd be here already.
Now...
gonna take care of this,
and then we'll deal with that, okay. I promise.
- Okay, babe.
- Oh, that's right. Madison isn't our daughter.
We actually met in a prison pen pal program.
- Hmm. - I mean, she thinks
I'm a really great writer.
- He has a way with his words.
- Gross.
- Why are you doing all of this? Why...
why not just kill us, huh?
- Well, that was the idea.
But then that cop showed up and...
made me go to the hospital with you.
When I was told that you had amnesia,
I realized we had an opportunity.
So, we got Thomas, Madison's brother, by the way,
to watch Angela while we went
and lived with you for a while.
- Hmm. We ran up your credit cards,
pawned your jewelry.
- See, the only way I look at it,
I'm your husband.
I'm entitled to half your earnings. At least.
- So, NYU?
College tuition? What, it was all fake?
- Yeah, that was gonna be the big score.
We were gonna take our time, play it slowly.
Not make you suspicious.
But then Thomas had to muck everything up.
- So, Thomas killed Erin. Hmm?
- Actually, that was me.
- Monster!
[shouts]
[panting]
- I want you to know...
that this time being back together,
it's been really nice.
Like old times.
I mean, you can't deny we have chemistry.
[spits]
[exhales]
I guess you'll always be the one that got away.
Not literally.
[sighs]
Watch them, and I'll finish packing.
- Then what?
- Plan B.
- Finally.
- Madison. Madison,
you don't have to do all of this.
Sweetie, this isn't you.
- Lady, you don't even know me.
[exhales]
[stirring music builds slowly]
- Don't make-- - Hey!
- ...a sound. Shh!
- Jesse!
Jesse! Hurry up!
[Jesse]: Open this door!
[shrill beat]
- Mom, I don't like it.
- Sweetie, it'll be okay.
Okay? I will keep it in here for safekeeping,
and the code will be your birthday.
[panicked breathing]
[beeping]
[gun cocks]
Don't move! Drop it!
[bat clatters to floor]
- She has a gun!
- Unlock your phone
and dial 911.
Do it, Madison. Do it.
- Oops.
[chuckles]
The police aren't coming for you.
You and your daughter-- Ah!
[Madison crashes to floor] - Bitch.
- He has the keys.
[breathing shakily]
[tense music]
[call rings]
- Hello? - 911, what's your emergency?
- Wait! Ah! [thuds]
[panting]
- Come here. [Mia shouts]
[laughs maniacally]
- Why didn't you tell me you had a gun the whole time?
- I just remembered. I got it for you.
[grunts]
- Sorry you and Angela didn't get a chance to catch up.
She's a good kid.
Mia!
[grunts]
- Ah!
And that's for Erin.
[keys jingling]
[chain snaps]
- Mom! - Angela.
Angela! Okay. I got you, I got you.
[gasping]
- I love you, Mom.
- I love you too, sweetie.
And I think...
that this is yours, huh?
Yeah.
[tender music]
[sighs]
[birds chirping]
[gentle music]
Hey.
Are you almost packed?
- Yeah. - You hesitated.
- Almost. - As long as we don't miss
our flight like that Christmas in Chicago.
- That was not my fault! - Yes, it was.
[laughing]
- Wait, you remember that?
- Things are starting to come back to me.
- Are you sure you wanna leave?
You never finished your book.
- I think this story needs a new setting.
Like, somewhere warm or exotic.
Maybe we need to take a trip for research.
- Ooh, and you could rename the book...
- Mm-hmm. - "Hearts in Hawaii",
"My Tahiti Sweetie".
- I like where you're going,
but we need to work on your titles.
- Okay. [laughing]
Fair enough, I can take it.
[soft music]
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