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♪

(dog barking in distance)

♪

(woman giggling)

(sensuous giggling)

Group:
Surprise!

Roger?

Ashley, what are you doing home?

What am I doing...?

I'm throwing my husband a
birthday party.

Wow.

♪

Ash...

Wait, Ashley...
Ashley, wait!

Five years, Ash. Five years.

You can't just end it
over some fling.

It just did.

Happy birthday.

(hitting table)

♪

(ship's horn sounding)

♪

I just got
the most interesting call.

Oh?

From none other than
Mrs. Jacqueline James.

(gasping)
The restaurateur?

Yes! She wants to meet.

She's renovating an old
location,

and she's interested in
one of my murals.

Ah! She saw the work you did
at Bodega's?

I guess so!

- Aw, that's amazing!
- Right?

Ashley, it's so nice to hear you
get some good news.

I know.

Tess: You know, I can't believe
it's been a year

since you and Roger split.

Since I left him, you mean.

Yes. One whole year since you
were brutally robbed

of the ability to trust another
human being.

Eh, I wouldn't go that far.

- I mean, I trust you.
- Yeah.

I trust my dad.
I trust the weather guy on TV.

Oh, no, don't trust
the weather guy.

- No, he lies.
- (chuckling)

I do think you should start
dating again, though, you know,

- just for practice.
- Uh-uh.

So, I'm on this
new dating app, and...

Pass. I'm good.

Look, they're a lot better than
they used to be, I swear.

What's your kickback?

10% off my subscription for
every new referral.

Hmm. Okay.

And you, um, you may have
already signed up.

What?! Tess! What did you do?

I just-- I took some of your
pictures and I plugged them in,

and then... voila!

Voila what?

Don't tell me I've already
gotten messages.

Obviously, yeah.
You're breathtaking.

Wait, what photo did you use?
Let me see that.

It's cute.

Oh my-- Tess!

No. Okay, you know what?
I don't want to see it.

Just purge the account
in some digital fire.

I'm not interested.

- Are you sure?
- Yes.

We have both put a lot of work
into this.

Have you been replying
on my behalf?

No, no! I would never.

I just, you know, provided
a door for others to knock on.

It is up to you if you want
to answer.

Yeah, no.

I don't know.

No, no.

Fine.

(music plays softly)

♪

♪ I...

(sighing)

Fine.

"Spiritual vegan." Okay.

"I'm an open book,
ask me anything."

Sure you are, buddy.

Hmm.

Hello, Marco.

(app chiming)

♪

(phone chiming)

What?!

♪

♪ Come together...

Jacqueline: It is so nice
to meet you, Ashley.

I'm Jacqueline.

Don't mind the dust,
the kitchen's been closed

- for the renovations.
- Wow, what a space,

Yeah, my pride and joy.

Passed down for three
generations.

But, like everything in life,

we must adapt to the times
or be left behind.

Which is why I rely on the
talent of youth

when we're redecorating.

Now, I am picturing one of your
mixed media pieces here.

- Filling the pace.
- Okay.

I am having some electrical
upgrades done

while you complete the mural,

if you can meet the deadline,
that is.

I am scheduled to reopen the
first of the month.

First of the month. Um...

Tight, but yes, I can do it.

Wonderful.
How soon can you start?

Uh, actually I'd love to get
started right away

- if possible.
- Fantastic.

- Grant?
- Mm-hm?

This is Ashley Morris.

She's gonna be working here
with you.

- Hi.
- Hey.

Here is a key,
you can just let yourself out.

And, uh...

I can't tell you how excited I
am to see the finished product.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

Grant:
I can never find my tools.

(rattling)
Crazy.

- Oh.
- (cell phone chiming)

Grant: I pack my own back and I
can even find my own tools.

Excuse me.

(giggling)

Is it a wrong number?

No. Sorry.

My friend signed me up on this
new matchmaking site,

so now I get a...

little dopamine jolt every time
my phone dings.

- Sounds exhausting.
- Yeah.

- And horribly addicting.
- Yeah.

It's a waste of time anyway.

Romance is my curse.

Okay, okay, now you just sound
like a defeatist.

(chuckling)

I have a feeling that things are
gonna turn around for you soon.

Thank you.

♪

(clearing throat)

Ashley, hey. You there?

- Marco?
- Ashley?

Can you hear me? I think we have
a bad connection.

- Oh.
- Okay.

Hey. I think-- yep!

- There you are.
- Hi.

Marco:
And you look beautiful.

Wow.

Your pictures do not
do you justice.

Thank you. You too.

I mean, you look nice.
I like your suit.

Marco: Oh, this old thing?
No, this is a job requirement.

It's a uniform like any other.

Where are you right now?

I'm just at the office,
it's-- it's boring.

To be honest, I wish...

I wish I did something more like
what you do for a living,

you know, working with
your hands,

crafting your own designs.

Oh, you make me sound like some
avant garde artist.

I'm basically just a glorified
tile setter.

Ashley, you sell yourself short.

I've seen your portfolio,
remember?

Your work is stunning.

Thank you.

You know,

I've gotta admit, this whole
thing feels a little strange.

I mean, dating someone I've
never actually met in person.

Don't get me wrong, I've been
really enjoying

our conversations.

But they don't quite replace
the real thing, do they?

Yeah.

Which is why, I, um--

All right, I'd like you to
indulge me in something, okay?

Okay.

Close your eyes.

Ashley: Okay.
(giggling)

Marco: Now, I want you to
picture that we're at

a charming little bistro
in Paris.

Just down the slope from
Montmartre.

There's a table right
in the back.

- Can you see it?
- I think so.

There's a candle flickering.

You can feel its warmth against
your skin.

We dimly recall having ordered,

but we don't remember what
or when.

The conversation is flowing,
the wine keeps coming.

And you and I can stay there at
this little place we created

as long as we want.

♪

(birds chirping)

Tess (on phone):
And you fell asleep together?

What are you, 16?

Is he gonna invite you
to the sock hop next?

No! We just lost track of time,
you know?

He was telling me about
his childhood,

and I told him about my mom,

and, you know,
losing her so young.

That was like, our fifth night
in a row.

- It's crazy.
- Hey!

- Oh no, Roger is here.
- Tess: At the restaurant?

I gotta go,
I'll call you back.

Who's that guy, Ashley?
Did you find a new partner?

You didn't think I'd hear about
you poaching my commissions?

Roger, we don't work together
anymore, remember?

And if you were up for this job,

I'm only finding out
about it now.

I'm just trying to put food on
my table too, Ashley.

I didn't know you'd be
my competition.

We're not competitors.
We do very different work.

I'm not letting you steal
anymore gigs from me.

- I'm warning you.
- I'm not stealing.

- What is this?
- It's a letter from my lawyer.

Demanding you to stop using
our company's name.

- You agreed to this.
- I changed my mind.

(door banging open)

What was that about?

Nothing.

Just... it's fine.

Roger and I used to own this
business together,

and after our divorce,
we agreed I'd keep the name

as long as I'd buy him out.

I guess he's already running out
of patience.

Grant:
Are you-- are you okay?

Yeah, yeah, I'm fine.

It just makes me so angry that
he thinks he can just

force his way back into my life
still, you know?

- Anyway, let's go.
- Okay.

♪

Ashley:
Well, well.

If it isn't Santa Claus!

- Oh, it's arrived!
- Yes!

- That's wonderful.
- Marco, I...

I can't accept this,
this is too much.

I just want you to feel
comfortable on your trip.

You said the restaurant had to
be empty

for the painters this weekend,
right?

It's my chance to fly you out
here to see me.

Honestly, after the day
I had today, I mean,

a weekend getaway sounds
amazing.

Oh, no, it's something with
your ex again?

Um, Roger?

You know what,
it doesn't matter.

Let's talk about something
more exciting.

Like, how am I going to come
all the way from Rockport,

Massachusetts to the beautiful
island of Little Inagua?

Well, Ashley, that's a...
that's a good question.

My secretary will book you
a first class fare.

A car will come and pick you up
to take you to the airport,

and all you need to do
is pack.

Let me spoil you.

Okay. Sounds great!

(giggling)

(cell phone ringing)

- Is something wrong?
- (Marco sighing)

Yeah, I gotta take this.

Okay.

Marco: Ashley, I have to go,
but I will see you so very soon.

Yeah, sure, see you soon!

(hitting key to end call)

(squealing)

(giggling)

(sighing)

(cell phone ringing)

(ringing continues)

Marco?

Ashley, hey.

Hi, it's really late here.

Sorry, is everything okay?

Listen, I'm so sorry to call
you like this,

but, um, seems like I've had
a bit of a setback.

I was robbed tonight.

Oh no!

Oh, I'm so sorry.

Are you all right?

Marco:
Yeah, yeah, I'm fine.

They didn't get into the safe,
but...

They did steal my main hard
drive,

which my secretary informs
me has passwords

to all my accounts.

Oh my God.

Marco: Now I'm gonna be on
the phone with the banks

all weekend trying to access
these accounts.

And I can't believe it,

but it looks like I'll have
to delay our vacation.

(sighing)

That's awful.

I mean, I wish it could still
work, it's just a few days.

Port fees are due tomorrow.

And I've been told that
even a slight delay

in material shipments
and I'll be out of work.

It's the cost of doing business
on an island.

Yeah.

So, do you want to reschedule?

Ashley, this was my only
vacation window

for weeks, or months.

I was so looking forward to
seeing you.

Yeah. Me too.

But hey, we still have
our video calls, right?

And we can try again in a few
months.

Um...

I mean, is there anything
I can do?

What are these port fees?

That's the irony, it's the-- the
money's not even the trifle,

it's the timing
that's crucial.

I see.

So how much do you need
right now?

$8,000.

(exhaling)

$8,000?

I mean, um...

if I loaned you some money,

you think you can get it back
to me by, like, next week?

Ashley, no. No.

No. Thank you so much,
but I can't let you do that.

Not even if it's for
a good reason.

- I mean, I want to help.
- Ashley.

- No.
- It's okay.

It's fine, it's temporary,
right?

And then we can sort it out
when I'm there.

I mean, trust me, I could really
use a vacation right now.

(sighing)

Okay, but only-- only because I
want to see you so badly,

and only because I know you'll
get that money back

in no time, okay?

Alright, I'm sending you
the account number.

Okay.

Thank you, Ashley.
Thank you for trusting me,

and for being a true romantic.

This is only the start of our
wonderful adventure.

Good night.

(sighing)

♪

(sighing)

♪

(clearing throat)

There she is!

Clarissa!

Wow, you look incredible.

No, it's so good to see you.

Hey, have you given
any more thought

to our little rendezvous?

I promise, this is just
the start

of our wonderful adventure.

(chuckling)

What the hell were
you thinking, Ash?

(sighing)

♪

♪

(phone line rings)

Automated Recording:
We're sorry,

the number you have reached
is not in service.

Please check the number or try
your call again.

What?

(phone line rings)

Automated Recording:
We're sorry,

the number you have reached
is not in service.

Please check the number or
try your--

♪

Tess: Ashley?

Are you home?

It's that bad, is it?

(sniffling)

I mean, it's not even about
the money,

but it's about all the lies and
all the time invested.

You know, all the stupid
mind games.

I mean, it's also about
the money.

Yeah, so, how much did you
loan him?

$8,000.

(coughing)

I don't understand.

Didn't he buy you lavish gifts?

A designer bag?

No, that was a cheap fake, Tess.

I can't believe I fell for that.

I mean, I'm such an idiot. God.

All I wanted in my life was just
a little adventure, you know?

And look at me now.

(sighing)

We should go to the police.

Ashley: I did.

They put me on hold for like,
45 minutes

and then they finally took
my statement.

And they're like, "You can call
back any time after Tuesday

"to file a report."

- And that's it?
- Yeah.

I mean, I wasn't exactly given
the impression

that online romance scams are
a priority these days.

I can't-- I can't...

I let him in, I just...
I let him distract me

from my life, from my career,
from my common sense.

I mean, what was I thinking?

I just... I just want to forget
about it all,

like it just never happened,
you know?

Thank you.

I need to check one thing.

So, is he?

Not under his name.

Marco's not coming up anymore.

What if I try searching...

He's still active.

Oh, the nerve of this guy!

Why hasn't he been banned yet?

Well, I reported Marco's
account,

this is a different one.
Look, different name. Antonio.

Oh, so we report him again.

What if this just the tip
of the iceberg?

What if there's more?
Hold on.

Look, here's another one!
Thomas!

Tess: Oh, and here he is on
Seek And Date

- and LoveLife.com.
- Wow.

This guy is a heartbreak
factory.

It's like he's automated
this crap.

Are you kidding me?

This guy is on every website?!

Look, he's using different
names,

same cheesy pickup lines!

I mean, how many other Ashleys
are out there?

Dozens, hundreds?

This is crazy.

You know what? What am I even
doing wasting my time?

He doesn't even deserve it.

Yeah, but...

They do.

All the other women
he's been scamming.

The people that came before you,

the ones that are gonna come
after.

Guys like this bank on their
victims doing nothing.

Yeah, because it's so damn
humiliating to admit

you've been made a fool of,
you know?

You know what? You're right.
He shouldn't get away with it.

I should do something
about this.

Yeah, I can help!

Okay, I'm gonna get in touch
with some of these women.

- Really?
- Yeah.

Maybe the police can't do
anything about it,

but if we raise a big
enough stink,

the dating sites will
take notice.

Reputation means everything
to these guys.

Okay, but where do we
even start?

Where does everything start?
The internet.

We're going to make an example
out of this guy

for all the other fakes,

liars, and manipulators out
there.

Con games have consequences.

Beautiful Dorothy.
How are you?

Hey, have you given
any more thought

to our little rendezvous?

These video conversations,
they've been exciting,

they've been, exhilarating,
but I just...

I really want to be near you.
I want to be close to you.

I want to touch you, I want--
I want to dance with you.

Dorothy, I want to spoil you.

What's wrong?

Hey, is it something with your
big sister again?

Dorothy, we talked about this.

You need to start
standing up to her.

Thomas, I'm sorry to have to
do this.

But there's something
I have to ask you.

Sure, anything.

Um, is this you?

I mean, I can see some
similarities in the jawline,

yeah, but no, come on,

I'm better looking than
that guy.

(chuckling)

You can't ask me to disbelieve
my own eyes, Thomas.

I know this is you.

The warnings are all over
the internet.

My own daughter-in-law
sent me the links.

You're notorious.

I trusted you, Thomas.

I confided in you.
How could you do this to me?

You-- what kind of monster--

(call ending)

♪

"If you have been the victim of
notorious romance scammer

"and con artist Marco Pastori,
AKA David Best,

"AKA Fabio Torrance..."

(sighing)

"Please send your testimonials
to ScammersStopped.net,

"or contact the Rockport,

"Massachusetts police
department."

(slamming phone down)

Ashley.

Bitter Ashley.

(rock music playing)

(humming)

Wow. It's almost done.

Yeah!

You know, I've got to admit,

I'm going to be a little sad
once I move on

'cause I was just starting to
appreciate your playlist.

Aww.

One more day of touch-ups,

and let it all set,
and that's it.

I just really hope Jacqueline
will like the finished product,

- you know?
- Oh, she's gonna love it.

Are you kidding me?
It's fantastic.

I hope so. But it does look
good, doesn't it?

And you met a tight deadline.
She's gonna be thrilled.

So, why don't you look happy?

Oh, I am. I am.

I'm happy, I just...

I've got a lot on my mind,
that's all.

Just going through a little bit
of a financial hardship

due to some bad choices I made,
but other than that,

- I'm fine.
- I'm sorry to hear that.

Yeah, and you know, all the
legal stuff with my ex-husband

looks like it might drain every
penny I make on this, so...

Well, I'm gonna be sure to put
your name out there

wherever I end up next.
Absolutely.

I mean, once people see this,

the offers are gonna come
pouring in.

- Really?
- You'll see.

Oh yeah. It's great work.

Thank you.

Not that this is any sort of
consolation,

or anything like that, but I was
just about to head out

for a celebratory slice of pie.

- Don't make fun of me.
- (giggling)

Um, just...

You're more than welcome to join
me, if you want.

I mean, if you don't have
other plans.

It would be my treat.

You know what?

A slice of pie sounds just about
perfect right now.

- Yeah.
- Great.

- Let's do it.
- Let's do it.

When was the last time
you had pie?

- I actually don't remember.
- A long time ago, then.

Yes.
(laughing)

(indistinct chattering)

Ashley.

Bitter Ashley.

(indistinct chattering)

Ashley: For real.

(engine starting)

♪

(chuckling)

(thudding)

(exhaling)

♪

Hmm.

Bitter Ashley.

Let me spoil you.

(clattering)

♪

(grunting)

(pieces clattering)

(shouting)

(panting)

♪

(Rockabilly music playing
on stereo)

(Ashley laughing)

Mmm.

So?

What's the verdict?

Fluffy, yet crusty.

With just the right amount
of cardamom.

Mm-hmm.

But I can't in good conscious

say it's the best banana cream
pie I've ever head.

(inhaling sharply)

Okay, well, if you tell me where
this other glorious

slice of pie is right now,

I promise I won't tell a soul.
I promise.

Sadly that family recipe
was lost

during my great migration
out of North Dakota.

Many, many moons ago.

So, uh, you still thinking
about that?

About what happened?

I suppose I'm thinking about
a few things.

Just life, you know?

And how we meet people,

and how they just
enter our lives

at the strangest times,

and how trust is literally the
glue that holds it all together.

I mean, once that's gone,

then you've just got dust.

Yeah.

That's, uh, pretty heavy.

(laughing)

- My brain...
- It's all right.

That's all right.
I didn't mean that.

Sometimes I just, uh...

♪

Grant:
What? What is it?

I.. I just--

I thought I saw someone I know.

Nothing, sorry. It was nothing.

Are you sure? 'Cause it didn't
seem like nothing.

Yeah.
(clearing throat)

I think I've just been working a
little too hard this week.

I'm starting to lose my mind.

Yeah, you and me both.

But no, like, what you were
saying about trust,

I... I totally agree, you know?

Just the way the world works,
it puts people on our paths

in some very serendipitous way,
you know?

And you just...
you don't know why,

you've just gotta go with it.
You know?

♪

(rattling)

(thudding)

Bitter, bitter Ashley.

(scoffing)

Well, it's nice to finally
meet the real you.

♪

♪

(smashing)

♪

(keys jingling)

- Thank you.
- You're so welcome.

This was nice, Grant.

I'm sorry we had to
cut it short.

No, no problem.

Um, would you like some coffee

for your drive home, or...?

Uh...

You know, it's--

I'd love to,
but it's getting pretty late.

I mean, we both just finished
tough deadlines, and...

You know, I'm sure you want to
get your rest, right?

Yeah. Okay.

Well, I guess I'll, um,

I'll see you later.

Yeah.
(chuckling)

- Good night.
- Sounds good.

Okay.

Actually, Ashley--

You know what? Coffee sounds
really nice right now.

- Okay.
- Yeah.

♪

(laughing quietly)

Ashley:
...she likes it.

(laughing)

Ashley:
It'll be great, hopefully.

Well, this is me.

Grant:
This is incredible.

- It's beautiful.
- Mm-hmm.

Grant: Absolutely.
You live here?

Yeah, it's actually my great
aunt's place.

Grant:
Wow, lucky you.

(giggling)

A lot of character, a lot of...

Yeah, a lot of history.

A lot of history.

That was unexpected.

Well, I love a surprise.

Don't you?

I do.

♪

(floorboards creaking)

What? What is it?

Nothing. Nothing.

You okay?

Yeah, yeah.

Um...

Let's go upstairs.

♪

- Wait.
- What?

I forgot.

Is it regular or decaf?

(giggling)

♪

♪

(floorboards creaking)

What? What?

- What is it?
- Did you hear that?

Hear what?

I just heard something
downstairs.

- Do you want me to take a look?
- Yeah. Please.

Of course.

♪

♪

♪

(wind gusting)

♪

- Grant?
- Yeah.

- You need to see this.
- What?

Oh my God...

Oh my God!

Grant: It's just the glass,
it's the glass.

They could still be here.

♪

We should call 911.

Okay, let's do it outside.

(birds chirping)

(knocking frantically)

- Tess.
- Ashley, what happened?

Someone broke into my house
last night.

- Oh, what? Are you okay?
- I think so.

I mean, luckily I wasn't alone.

Oh. Oh?

- Grant was here.
- Oh, okay.

Well, where is he now?

He's gone ahead to
the restaurant.

I mean, the poor guy stayed up
with me all night.

Oh, that's good.
Did they take anything, or...?

That's the strange part.
They didn't take anything.

I don't know. You know what?

- You wanna just come inside?
- Okay. Yeah, of course.

Who would do something
like this?

I don't know,
but the crazy part is,

they were still here
when I got home.

I mean, things could have gone
much worse, Tess.

And they didn't take anything,
so this wasn't a robbery?

No, I guess not.

I mean, this was the only thing
that was damaged.

- It's broken.
- Oh.

So...

This was personal.

You don't think Roger could
have done it?

I mean, who else would have
a reason?

I know. I mean...

Look, Roger's done some
awful things,

but I can't imagine him
being capable

of doing something like this,
you know?

- What next?
- Well, the police said

they'll still question him
either way,

so we'll see what comes of it.
But...

I don't know. I don't know.

Whatever happens, you're not
staying here alone tonight.

Why don't you come stay with me
for a few days?

I really don't want
to stay alone,

but I also don't want to impose
on you like that.

I know how much you like
your space.

Oh, okay, alright.

I will make my chicken parm
sliders.

Thanks, Tess. I owe you.

(cell phone chiming)

What is it?

Oh, great.

Something is up at
the restaurant. It's Grant.

I gotta go. Come on.

Grant?
Everything alright?

I just got off the phone with
the police.

- Jacqueline is on her way.
- Why?

- (gasping)
- This is how I found it.

Ashley, I'm so sorry.

How could someone do this?

They broke everything!

If you were to start right away,
do you think maybe

you could have this done before
the opening?

'Cause what I could do is
I could source the materials,

I could ask favors for you,
if you need.

Ashley:
I-I mean...

Replacing the materials alone
could take... weeks,

and then having to redo
all this.

Yeah.

Wait, was this the only damage
that was done, nothing else?

No, they, uh, they got
my tool bag,

which is like, about three grand
worth of gear.

Oh, I'm sorry.

But I didn't see anything else.
Just, um...

I mean, nothing like this.

You know what? They didn't even
check the cash register.

I think this was personal.

Roger.

- It has to be.
- Wait...

You think your ex would do
something like this?

- You think he's this petty?
- I don't know!

I mean, it's something I'm gonna
have to ask him myself.

This is... this is insane.

It's okay, you don't have to do
that, I'll take care of this.

- It's fine.
- Jacqueline: I'm here!

Show me the damage.

Oh my God, it's true.

- Was anybody hurt?
- No.

- What did they take?
- Well, apparently

they took Grant's tools, but the
cash register wasn't touched

and nothing else was stolen.
Just...

Oh, this beautiful work.

Ruined.

Oh, that is such a violation.

I think I can still make this
work if I could just

have a little more time,
I can fix this.

You really think you can
fix this?

Yes, if you could just
give me...

- just another two weeks or so.
- Another two weeks?

- I needed this ready by Friday.
- I know.

I have my reputation
on the line.

I have made commitments.

I...

No, I'm sorry, Ashley.

You know I'm a fan, but I cannot
simply leave a wall bare.

We'll just have to get a print
instead.

- Jacqueline...
- Maybe a watercolor...

laminate, or something.

Your services will no longer
be needed.

Phillip, can you get me
the number

of that wallpaper prodigy?

Grant: Hey.

♪

(knocking)

(ringing doorbell)

(banging)

Ash, what are you doing here?

Ashley (on mic): You just
couldn't stand the thought of me

being happy, could you? You had
to do something to ruin it.

I mean, how could you
even do that?

That's just full-on cruel.
I mean, wait,

was that you last night too,
at my house, trying to scare me?

Seriously, what the hell is
wrong with you? It's just...

You know what? Forget it.
Just give me back the tool bag.

We can figure out the rest
with the police.

What's this tool bag everyone is
trying to talk to me about?

What?

Roger (on mic): I just talked
to the cops about it.

And I will tell you the same
thing I told them.

I was at Stever's birthday bash
last night

and I've got eight guys willing
to corroborate it.

Now if you don't mind,
I'd like to get back to my day.

Ashley (on mic):
Roger, please.

Are you telling me the truth,
it really wasn't you?

Roger: Yes, Ashley, I am.
It wasn't me.

You didn't destroy my mural?

Somebody destroyed your mural?

They just said it was a break
and enter.

- Are you okay?
- Don't.

Don't even try to comfort me
right now.

That is way out of your
jurisdiction.

Roger: Fine, screw it.
We'll save it for the lawyers.

♪

♪

(knocking at door)

♪

Who the hell are you now?

Look, whatever your problem is,

go figure it out someplace else,
all right?

(groaning)

What the hell? Are you serious
right now, pal?

I'm not your pal.

(blow landing)

You're going to jail for this!

(groaning)

(coughing, groaning)

Wait, wait, wait.
What is this about?

Is this over cash?
You want cash?

I've got nothing.

I've got a work truck.
There's keys on the table.

Take them.

(groaning)

(panting)

You are going to tell me
everything.

Every secret. every shame,
every turn on, every turn off,

everything about your
little marriage

with Ashley Morris, okay?

By the end of our little talk,
I want you and I

to feel like husband and wife.

- What?
- Okay.

Okay. Okay. Okay. Okay.

Okay, okay.

(breathing heavily)

This is a nice place.

Tess:
And you believe him?

I mean, he seemed pretty shocked
by the news, so...

Well, if it wasn't Roger,
who could it be?

Tess, I have this strange
feeling

that it might be Marco.

No, Ashley, no.
That guy is long gone.

Besides, he's probably hiding
out in a basement somewhere

like the pathetic little troll
his is.

- I hope so.
- Guys like that

are both lazy and cowards, okay?
He's not gonna come after you.

Trust me.

Yeah, but who would do
something like that,

knowing how much
it would hurt me, you know?

I don't know.

Oh. What did
Mrs. Jacqueline James

say about the restaurant
break-in?

- I think she fired me.
- What?!

She was already looking for
a replacement.

Oh, Ashley, I am so sorry.

It's fine.

You know, maybe it's
for the best.

I mean, I'm back to tiling
bathroom stalls

and laundry nooks,

and high school locker rooms,
if I'm lucky.

And, um, you know, restaurants
were a big step up, so...

Oh, hey, maybe you could have a
new career as a scammer catcher.

(giggling)

Not to bring him up again,
but our website

still keeps getting hits,
every few days

there's like, a new story.

I feel like we did the whole
country a favor

by exposing Marco.

Ashley (on mic): Part of me
still thinks back

to all those nights that we
stayed up sharing

- intimate stories.
- Tess: No.

Throw those memories
in the trash with Marco.

Besides, what happened
with Grant?

Ashley: Grant...

♪

♪

(car door closing)

♪

(water running)

(doorbell ringing)

Ashley?

Ashley?

Hello?

♪

♪

Hey, Tess.

(gasping)

Ah, look, I'm sorry for barging
in on you like this.

- You don't know me, I'm Marco.
- (kettle whistling)

We have a friend in common.
Ashley.

(kettle whistling)

Listen, what's about to happen,
it's not me.

I don't want to do it.
Just know,

it's Ashley's fault.

(whistling furiously)

Grant? Hi.

Did you do all this?

Yeah, I started sweeping just
after you left,

so I guess I got a little
carried away.

So I decided to make myself
useful.

Check it out.

Ashley:
Oh my gosh.

Grant: First I wanted to make
sure that I found

all the right pieces,
and then I started seeing

how it was looking all smashed
up together like that,

and I just-- I thought
it looked cool.

Yeah, it's like the Japanese
pottery art.

You know, how they take
something broken

and they turn it into something
beautiful?

- Yeah.
- Kintsugi.

Kintsugi, oh yeah,

I know exactly what you're
talking about.

Grant, this is...

Thank you so much.

- This is unbelievable.
- You're welcome.

I mean, I just wish it happened
before I was fired, so--

No, you're not fired. No.

Don't worry about Jacqueline.

People usually get fired like
six or seven times

- before it actually sticks.
- (chuckling)

- What?
- Yeah, I think I've been fired,

- like, three times now.
- Really?

I think once she sees this
on a grander scale,

she's-- she's gonna change
her tune.

- I hope so.
- It's true.

- I don't know, I just...
- (cell phone ringing)

(ringing continues)

- Sorry, one second.
- Yeah.

Hello?

This is she.

Okay.

Thank you.
Thank you for letting me know.

What was that?

Roger was attacked last night.

- What?
- It was the hospital.

I don't know what happened,
they didn't...

Look, I've gotta go.
I'll be back, okay?

Of course, yeah, yeah. Yeah.

- Ashley: Are you okay?
- Roger: I'm fine.

I've been hurt worse than this
roller blading.

You don't look fine.

Did the hospital prescribe
anything to you for the--

You know what, actually,
what about an ice pack?

You need an ice pack right there
for the swelling.

- (groaning)
- Sorry, sorry.

I'm okay. Look, Ashley,
I owe you an apology.

Now that's the concussion
talking.

Ash, I need you to listen to me,
okay?

- Really listen.
- Okay.

I had a lot of time to think
last night at the hospital

just lying there.

I'm ashamed of the way I acted
with you.

Fighting you,
getting the courts involved.

It's the opposite
of what you are to me.

I'm not your enemy.

I don't want you to worry about
all that anymore, okay?

You can keep the company name.

It was yours to begin with,
anyway.

That means a lot, Roger.
Thank you.

You're welcome.

So, did you see who did this?

Sure I saw who did this.

Not that I knew him,
or anything.

- But he sure knew you.
- Knew me?

He was acting crazy,

he was asking me all these
questions about you.

He said to tell you,
"Marco is coming."

Oh.

Now she knows.

What do you want, you psycho?

Like there aren't enough
podcasts out there?

- You and Ashley are close?
- Like sisters.

What do you want?

I just want my life back.

I want my livelihood back.

I want my reputation back.

I wouldn't mind being able to
hold my head high

in my hometown.

Can you give that to me?

Did you have any of that
to begin with?

You know, they say a man's
reputation

is the most important thing
he has.

More important than his words,
his deeds, it outshines us,

it lives on after he dies.

Can you fathom the damage your
little website did to me?

I know this woman.
This is Dorothy.

Why do you have this photo?

Book club.

(chuckling)

You were plotting against me,
too?

Hmm?

You were trying to destroy me?

You were trying to--

You know, they say a woman's
reputation is her inner beauty.

God, could be anymore sexist?
What are you gonna do,

spank me with a briefcase and--

(yelping)

I could destroy your reputation
the same way

you and Ashley did mine.

(chuckling nervously)
Oh my God.

All that time lying to her,
spying on her.

You're obsessed.

She's gotten under your skin,
so...

You should probably shut up now.

Okay.

Here's what we're gonna do.

(sighing)

Read that.

"My name is Tess Parks,
I've known Ashley--"

Smile.

Smile!

"My name is Tess Parks,

"I've known Ashley Morris
for a very long time.

"She is a ruthless liar and
master manipulator

"out to ruin the life
of every man she meets."

Okay.

Now what we're going to do

is make a little video

where you are going to say that,

and you're going to tell the
whole world the truth

about the real Ashley Morris,
your best friend.

- (door creaking open)
- Ashley: Tess?

You home?

(water running)

Tess?

(water running)

Ow.

Tess, I'm standing in
your kitchen

wondering where the hell
you are.

Call me back, please.

(sighing)

(cell phone ringing)

Finally, I've been calling you
all morning.

Where are you?

Marco:
Ashley.

- Where is Tess?
- (Marco chuckling)

You think you could attack me
and I wouldn't defend myself?

What is this, revenge?

Is that why you're here?

This has nothing to do with
revenge.

Then what do you want, Marco?

I want my reputation back!

I want you to publicly retract
all the lies you told about me.

I want everyone
to hear you confess.

Reputation? How?

I can't, it's long gone.
I mean,

you can't put an explosion back
in the bomb, Marco.

So there's no way to
convince you?

(muffled yelping)

- How about now?
- (phone chiming)

Oh my God, Tess!

No, no, no, no! Please!

What are you doing?
Let her go, Marco!

She goes free the moment that
you admit publicly

that you lied about me.

(whimpering)

I can't! How would I do that?
I mean, it's not just me!

What do you want me to do, like,
I'm not the only one

telling my story. There are
hundreds of us out there.

Do you realize that?

Please let her go, please.
She's done nothing to you.

Marco: She helped destroy
my reputation!

She's done nothing?
She couldn't do anymore!

Ashley: I don't know what you
want from me, seriously.

I don't...
(whimpering)

Look, um,

I'll do what you want, okay?
I'll...

Just please don't hurt her,
okay?

Um, you want-- you want public
attention, that's what you want?

I'll do it, okay?

Um, maybe we can...

We can go somewhere together in
public for everyone to see.

What are you talking about?

Look, um,
the restaurant, okay?

They're having a grand opening
tomorrow night.

Okay, and we can go there
together,

like a real date, okay?

And everyone will see
us together

and see what a gentleman
you are,

and that's what you want, right?
That's what...?

That's what...

No, you're trying to trick me.

You think that
I'm just some...

...stupid little boy asking you
out for pie.

No, I'm not a fool, Ashley.

(whimpering)

I swear, I will do it.
Please, I will.

I'm not lying, just promise me
you'll let her go, please.

Marco?

Marco?

Are you there?

Okay, okay.

We'll do it your way.

But if I see even one cop there,
just one,

you will never see your friend
again.

So, how's tomorrow night at
eight o'clock?

Yeah, yeah, tomorrow night.
Eight o'clock, yeah.

(sobbing)

- Grant?
- Hey.

Are you okay?

- No.
- Come here.

No, I don't know what to do.

I don't know what to do.

- (crying)
- It's all right.

It's okay. It's okay.

Talk to me.

I know who's behind all
the break-ins.

He's been stalking me,
the guy I told you, Marco,

the one I met online.

- It's him!
- Right.

And he's the one who attacked
Roger, and now he has Tess!

(stammers) W-what do you mean he
has Tess?

He just-- he took her!
He just took her.

He took her somewhere,
I don't know--

- I don't know where.
- Did you call the police?

No, I can't, I mean, he said
he'd hurt her if I do.

I don't know what to do.

He told me if I do anything,
he'll hurt her,

so I don't know if I should
call the cops,

I don't know if that's...
(sniffing)

This is all my fault.
I shouldn't have done this.

I shouldn't have gone after him
like that,

as if revenge was going to make
me feel better.

No, no, no,
it wasn't about revenge.

It was about justice, right?

We can't let people
do this to us,

use our trust against us
like that, right?

Yeah, but...

I mean, what have I done?

I don't know what to do now.

Like, it's just...

It's like, one thing after
another, you know?

It all started the night
we went out for pie,

and it's... it's, um...

- That's the night--
- What?

The night we went out
for our pie.

Mm-hmm.

- He...
- Ashley?

(breathing shakily)

Let's, uh,
let's play some music, yeah?

- Just to lighten the mood.
- Sure.

I'm just really depressed.

(playing rock music)

♪

Do you...

Do you think he's listening
to us?

I know he's been listening
to us.

What do you want to do?

I have a plan.

But first we need to take out
the trash.

♪ ...the smoking gun

♪ This life's
for having fun ♪

♪

♪ Blood blister

(clattering)

♪ Blood sister

Jacqueline:
Ashley?

(gasping)

I can't believe
what you've done here.

The cracks and imperfections
give it such character.

Yeah.

Like old dried leather
in the desert sun.

Was this your plan all along?

Oh, no. No, this was all
improvised.

It's like that Japanese
pottery art.

Kisumi, I believe it's called.

Kintsugi.

Jacqueline:
That's the one.

Yeah.

Oh, I only wish
it wasn't too late.

I've already cancelled
the reservations.

The reopening has been
postponed,

I've resigned myself to
sucking up the loss.

Well...

Actually, um,

Grant and I might have an idea
how you can fill this place,

if you're willing to open
tomorrow night

from a private, one-time
seating.

Look, Jacqueline,
I'm not the one who broke into

your restaurant and violated
your pride and joy,

but if you help me,

if you give me a chance
to set this straight,

I can deliver you
the son of a bitch who did.

♪

I never had any doubt.

(chuckling)

(sighing)

(whispering)
You ready?

(clearing throat)

Ashley, Ashley,
I am begging you,

you can't go through with this.

You don't know what this guy
is capable of.

Yes, you're still gonna be
in public,

but you're still gonna be alone.

Not if you're there with me.

I... I can't, I won't.

I just, I can't watch you put
yourself in danger like this.

You need to call the police.

Ashley: But then what's going
to happen to Tess?

I mean, how could I live with
myself if she gets hurt?

I'm sorry, Grant.

I've made up my mind, okay?

I'm doing this,
with or without you.

Well, I'm sorry, Ashley.

It's gonna have to be
without me, then.

I'm done.

- Goodbye.
- Grant!

Grant!

Poor bitter Ashley.

Always being let down.

Well, I'll show her
what a real man looks like.

(door slamming)

Good evening, welcome.

Your table is waiting.

Hello, good evening.

Thank you for coming.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Hello, welcome.
Thanks for coming.

(cell phone chiming)

Good evening,
we have you right over here.

♪

Ashley.

- Hi.
- In person, finally.

Wow, you look incredible.

Thank you.

Well, I'm here,

in public,

with you, for everyone to see.

So... where's Tess?

She's okay.

For now. The rest is up to you.

If you hurt her--

Don't be so pessimistic here.

Just give me your hand.

- What?
- I said give me your hand.

Was that so hard?

You smell like cheap motel soap.

You're hurting me.

I'm just...

I was just trying to calm you.

Hey, fine. Whatever.

- Just...
- (liquid pouring)

pretend like you're
having fun.

To you.

- To me?
- Yeah.

(glasses clinking)

For showing me how naive I was

about how the world works.

- I showed you that?
- Yes, you did.

And so much more.

She is a ruthless liar and
master manipulator,

out to ruin the life of every
man she meets.

My name is Tess Parks.

I've known Ashley Morris
a very long time.

(thudding at door)

...Ruthless liar and master
manipulator.

- (thudding)
- (grunting)

- (whimpering)
- Tess?

- How did you find me?
- Ashley did.

With some help.

(groaning)

- You all right?
- Yeah.

Yeah, is she okay?

Yeah, she's fine. She's fine.

I'll tell you more on the way.
Come on!

(soft jazz playing)

You don't like your wine?

Trying to keep my mind clear.

Hmm.

You haven't been on many dates,
have you, Marco?

Well, I mean,

I seduce women for a living,
Ashley.

"Seduce." Sure.

I mean, any idiot can
seduce someone.

You just need to be shameless
enough to lie

and tell people what they
want to hear.

A pathetic grift.

I mean, it's not like you're
earning a person's respect,

or having someone
fall in love with you

or call you their friend.

You know, it requires empathy
and honesty

to build a rapport.

But unfortunately you're way too
scarred and too stunted

to make that connection.

Hmm.

Well, you would know.

Years of therapy trying to fix
that broken marriage.

The pills, the depression.

Blaming everybody around you.

Never taking the time to really
look inwards,

at the real problem.

I know you spoke to Roger.

- I'm sure he told you plenty.
- Yeah, he did.

He told me the divorce really
took a toll on you

at the end there.

You lost the car,
you lost the house,

you lost every one of your
friends, except for one.

Tess says hi by the way.

Go to hell, you creep.

Keep your voice down.

It scares you, doesn't it?

People staring at you.

- Laughing at you.
- Shut up.

You know what, you think you
can intimidate me?

I know everything about you?

All of your flaws.

You don't even know
my first name.

Oh, yeah?

But I do know your first name.

Nicholas.

How?

Maybe I've done
some digging too.

Nicholas Boczek.

Born January 23rd, 1982,

in a town called Red Bank
in New Jersey--

- (cutlery clanging)
- Shut up!

(whispering)
I'll kill you.

You'll kill me?

Okay.

Are you going to kill us all?

And what is this?

This is your legacy, Nicholas.

All your conquests.

Here to meet the real you!

Well, the ones who were able
to make it here

on such short notice,
of course.

The many, many others
send their coldest regards.

So, what, you guys
started a club?

You guys-- do you guys meet
every Sunday night

and bad mouth the man who
broke your heart?

This is not funny.

Dorothy, you let her rope you
into this? Come on.

How are the grandkids,
by the way?

- Bite me, Thomas.
- Hey.

So this is how you think
you're gonna win? Hmm.

Ashley, I will make Tess
disappear.

We've already won, Nicky.

Do you realize where you are?

We're in a room with you
where you have no control.

Where we get a good laugh at you

the way you've been laughing
at us this whole time.

Whatever. I'll just disappear.

There's a new site,

there's a new face, there's
a new name.

Maybe I'll date one of your
daughters in the future, hmm?

Or a lonely niece, so you guys
can all get together

and exchange sob stories.
Just the gals.

You think this is a joke?

You're not gonna be able to do
any of that.

You see, you managed to dupe a
very interesting group of women.

Clarissa, for instance,

she's spent over 12 years,
working for one of

the most respected forensic
accounting firms in the state,

and boy, they are savage when it
comes to tracking wire fraud.

And Indra, well, let's just say
she knows a few folks

who just love a good excuse
to doxx a scammer.

Great profile password,
by the way.

"Hot Lady Slayer 85."

Hilarious.

I mean, with the amount of
talent standing in this room,

I'll be shocked if you're able
to show your face

on any social media platform
ever again.

That's, of course, if you're not
already on your way to jail

for kidnapping and assault.

You let me go or Tess rots.

Tess, right. That reminds me.

Do you remember Nancy?

Yeah, you probably don't,

because it's been almost two
years since you broke her heart

and stole her life savings.

Well, Nancy is now a manager
at Parkway Motels.

Ever heard of them?

Did you know they actually take
a digital snapshot

of every single one of
their guests?

For security purposes.

It's over, Nicholas.

You're not going to fool or hurt
anyone else again.

officer:
Right there!

♪

Back up or I'll kill her.

Ashley.

Woman: You can't run, Nicholas.
You're surrounded.

- Just let her go.
- My name is not Nicholas.

It's Marco,
stop calling me that,

and back the hell up!

Grant: Ashley,
do what he says, okay?

Ashley, just stay calm, okay?
We're coming to get you.

We're coming to get you.
Just stay calm.

(whimpering)

(thudding)
It's locked!

- (siren whooping)
- (dog barking)

(Ashley grunting)

Stop struggling!

(Ashley whimpering)

Please.
Just stop.

Okay, okay.

Okay, okay, over here.

- Over here. Sit.
- No!

- Sit down!
- No!

(panting)

- Give me your hands.
- No!

Give me your hands!
Give me your hands!

Stop!

Man (Distantly):
Let her go, Marco.

- Ashley: This is useless.
- Marco: Shut up.

What do you think
you're doing?

Marco: Shut up.

- Shut up!
- This is pointless.

- You're trapped here.
- Shut up!

Shut up! Shut up!

Shut up!

(whimpering)

You never
stop talking, do you?

Hmm?

- That's better.
- Grant: Ashley!

- (banging at door)
- Ashley!

Marco: Okay.

- Now...
- Please just stop.

What did I say, hmm?

Man (Distantly): You don't have
any more chances here, Marco!

(Ashley grunts)

Man (Distantly):
You need to let her go.

Okay.

Stay here, or I'm gonna
cut your throat, all right?

- Grant (Distantly): Open it!
- (thudding)

- Ashley!
- (thudding)

I'm coming!

(phone ringing)

(thudding)

Man (Distantly):
Listen, Marco,

- you don't have a lot of time--
- (thudding)

- (Ashley gasping)
- (phone ringing)

(voices overlapping
in distance)

Woman (Distantly): Marco.
Marco--

Marco: I'm gonna
take you home,

and we're going to make
a little video.

Where you're gonna tell
everybody this was your idea

because you're just a bitter,
dejected--

Because I rejected you.

And you're gonna tell everybody
that I'm actually

a really good guy,
that I'm a gentleman.

And it's all gonna be fine.

Hmm?

"My sweetest Gloria,
my moon and my stars.

"I promise you,
this is just the start

"of our wonderful adventure.

"Let me spoil you."

- Put that down.
- Are you kidding me?

You even stole the lines
off a book?

You couldn't even come up with
your own lies, you creep?

Marco: Shut up.
You wouldn't understand.

It worked on you.

"Happy birthday,
to my dear Nicholas."

So you do have something
you care about

more than yourself, huh?

Ashley, put that
down right now.

Is this really how you see
yourself?

Some third rate cover model?

You're pathetic.

It's about love. Okay?

That is what all you women want,
but none of you know what it is.

You all proved that today.

Okay.

I'll put it down. Sure.

(thudding on door)

(man grunting outside)

(man shouting indistinctly
outside)

(grate clattering)

(grunting)

(grate clattering)

(chuckling) See?

(phone ringing)

- (voices overlapping outside)
- (phone ringing)

(chuckling)

You're not going anywhere.

Ashley, what are you doing?

- Stay right there.
- Put that down right now.

Ashley,
that is irreplaceable.

- That is very special to me.
- Don't!

- Ashley--
- Don't move!

- Don't come close to me.
- Come on, Ashley!

Just put...

Ashley. Ashley.
Ashley!

No! No! No!

(thudding)

(grunting)

(grunting)

(shouting)

- (thudding)
- Grant!

He's in here!

Right here.

- Woman: He's out cold.
- Man: Good. Get his arm.

Woman: I got him.

- Ashley, are you okay?
- I'm okay.

Grant: Okay.
It's over. It's over.

- I just wanna go home.
- Okay.

♪

Well, that was a lot messier

and more frightening than you
promised, Ashley.

I know.

And we couldn't have done it
without you, Jacqueline, so...

Thank you, and I'm really sorry
for all the trouble.

Oh, please.

I haven't had this much fun
since the mid-1990s.

(chuckling)

And the publicity?

They will be gossiping about
this night for years.

(chuckling)
I guess so.

- Tess: Ashley!
- Tess, you're here!

Oh, you know me, I'd never miss
a restaurant opening.

Are you okay? I mean, shouldn't
you be in the hospital?

Oh, and miss all this fun?

No, really, I'm okay.

I'm okay thanks to you
and to Grant.

And to all of you.

(sighing)

Now, who wants to buy this
hostage a drink?

(chuckling)

♪

♪

Grant: Ash?
Check this out.

Someone just wrote a new article
about your mural.

- Really?
- Yeah, look.

"It was the perfect backdrop
to a memorable evening

"of fine dining
and high drama."

(laughing)

Sounds pretty accurate to me.

Yeah, I mean, I guess any
publicity is good publicity.

Well, no, babe,

people are starting
to take notice.

It's a really great start.

Yeah.
Yeah, you're right.

Yeah.

(chuckling) You're not still
reading that, are you?

Oh yeah, I'm just getting to
the juicy part.

See, when you actually immerse
yourself in one of these,

- they're kinda riveting.
- Oh, really?

Okay. Do you want some alone
time then?

A little private moment
with the book.

All right.

Get back here!
(chuckling)

It's not that riveting.

♪

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