All language subtitles for Lethal Love Letter.2021

Organizing is a practice.

And like with any practice,

we can't only be in it
for the results.

We have to find meaning
in the mission.

Otherwise, we'll just give up
when things get messy again.

The act of organizing
has to feel essential.

Something that makes us
feel alive, in control.

Our things take on meaning

by how and where we keep them,
right?

So if you think about it,
tidying creates value,

it's not just a means to an end.

Tidy makes meaning.

Don't just like the look,
love the process.

And now, back to this week's
organizing challenge.

Hi.

Oh...

Becca, you scared me.

I was wondering what
you were doing here so late.

Wait, how did you know
I was here?

I have that tracker
on your phone, remember?

Since you insisted in case
I can't get a hold of you

and I need
the client's address...

Right. Wait,
why are you here so late?

Have you ever tried
to stay ahead of you?

How was yoga?

It's about as productive
as our calendar.

You know once I get started,
it's hard for me to stop.

Meels, are you too afraid
to go home?

Did you know who created
a new user account?

Same name. New numbers.
He's a creep.

I'll block him over and over
again if I have to.

Seriously? This has to stop.

You need help
moderating the comments

before they hit the blog.
I'm happy to do it.

I am not going to let some troll
dictate how I work.

Chaos is not some random troll.

You have to draw the line
at getting stalked,

being threatened.
I mean, you said it yourself.

You saw someone outside
many times.

And that's exactly why you
shouldn't be here by yourself,

especially, late at night.

Thank you.
But let me take care of me.

It's my job to take care of you.

Oh. Speaking of, they came
for you. It looks personal.

- There's no return address.
- Mm-mm.

It's from
my ex-boyfriend's wife.

Is that a good thing?

What does it say? Read it.

"Dear Amelia, you're going
to think I'm insane."

It's Liv.
I'm married to Mark Callahan.

I realize we've never met,
but I've heard a lot about you.

I'm terminally sick,
and I'm writing

because I know what
you and Mark had was special.

I don't know
if he'll recover after I go,

and I'm realizing now
that my dying wish

"is for you to be there
for him..."

"That maybe you can give him
a happily ever after,"

someone else to live for,
or some hope at least.

He so desperately needs it.

I pray this finds you well
and open-minded.

It would mean the world,
even just a hello.

"Sincerely, Liv."

It's kind of romantic,
in a morbid way.

Some terminal woman
asks her husband's ex

to get back with him?
It's so selfless and awful.

Clearly, she thinks
something's there. Is there?

- We were together in college.
- Was he your first love?

Yeah, very much in love.

- And then?
- And then my mom got sick.

I dropped out to take care
of her, and I just left.

- I didn't tell him.
- Oh.

I know, it's the worst thing
I've ever done to someone.

But I knew
if I had to tell him...

I wouldn't be able to go.

Honestly, I'm surprised she
thinks I'm so special to him.

I figured he'd hate me by now.

- And you never saw him again?
- No.

I started Squirrel
right after my mom died.

Obviously, I threw myself
into my work...

What would I even say to him?

Crazy.

Wow.

So close.

Hooks are your friend
in a kitchen like this.

No more prying spatulas
out of a crammed drawer.

- Why didn't I think of that?
- It's easy to get stuck.

That's what you hired me for.

Well, that,
and I am your biggest fan.

Aww. Thank you.

Actually, I was gonna talk
to you about maybe coming over

again this weekend,
perhaps helping me

with my wine collection?

That rack is just, it's
too cluttered for the space.

We could drink some wine,
you could tell me

all about your business venture.

I might even wanna invest,
you never know.

Thank you. But maybe next week?

This weekend
is a bit tough for me.

And, actually, I have
to leave soon for a funeral.

Oh. I, I'm so sorry.
I-I didn't know, I...

It's okay.
Have you seen my assistant?

And I just love using
mason jars as desk organizers.

They're super rustic,
easy to clean.

You can put paperclips in them.

There you are.

Nice work in here. Good job.

- Thanks.
- We gotta go.

Now? Your next thing's
not until 2:00.

Shoot. I forgot.

- Who's that with?
- That new client I found.

Forrest Jacobs.
I think you're gonna like him.

Can we push? I forgot to tell
you it's Liv's funeral today.

- You're actually going?
- I guess so.

Good for you.

Well, why don't you go ahead
and I'll finish up here

and maybe I can even start
on the basement?

I don't think you're ready to be
at a client's alone just yet.

You have to earn client trust.

And, uh...
Gwyneth is a bit particular.

I'd feel better
if we came back together.

- Okay.
- Okay.

Liv loved to write.

One of her favorite things to do
was to reflect on the world

and put it on paper.

As her condition got worse,

she couldn't go outside,
so she wrote them to me even.

Called them
Postcards From The Bedposts.

I'd like to read one.

"Dear Mark,
the weather here is stunning."

And the views of our yard,
you wouldn't believe.

There's this really cute guy
here who brings me food

and makes the bed.
He kind of does everything.

I can tell that he's sad,
and I wish I knew

how to cheer him up, but I'm
afraid I might be the reason

why he feels that way.

I miss you.

"I wish you were here."

I never got to give this to her.

"Dear Liv, I'm so glad
you're being taken care of."

But one thing I know for sure,

there's no world
where you make someone sad.

I'd say,
the guy helping you is just...

is just afraid of the day
that you have to leave.

"But until then,
he's the luckiest man alive."

I love you.

I can't believe it.

How did you...

- That was beautiful, Mark.
- How did you know about this?

Uh, I saw the obituary.

I'm so sorry.

Do you live nearby?
I didn't know we were so close.

Yeah. Crazy coincidence, right?

Sorry to interrupt.
I'm Liv's sister.

- Do we know you?
- Vicki, this is Amelia.

- An old college friend.
- Amelia? Oh.

Did you know my sister?

I did not, unfortunately.

But I'm so sorry for your loss.

Yeah. Same.

Look, you and I still need to
talk about some things alone.

Can we talk about this later,
Vick...

Her little safe.
I have the extra key.

You know
she wanted me to have it.

- I'm sorry, Vi...
- I can go upstairs.

Right now and get it.
I know exactly where it is.

I will bring you
whatever you want.

I just need some time, okay?

Fine.

Sorry about that.
She can be a bit intense.

I think she's struggling
with money and she thinks

Liv has some sort of nest egg,

but it's not true.

Well, it is a hell of a lot
to go through, though.

Uh, maybe I can help with that.

I've worked
with grieving clients.

I know it can be hard,
going through everything.

I'd love to help you, whenever,
free of charge.

That's my cell.

Thank you, really.
And for coming.

Uh, I should go.

- It's really good to see you.
- Yeah.

Means a lot.

And I just love using
mason jars as desk organizers.

They're super rustic,
easy to clean.

You can put some paperclips
in there.

- Morning.
- Morning.

Nice blog post you put up
without

talking to me about it first.

People were asking
for a post on desk space.

And you thought I'd be okay
with you posting

without asking me first?

Recording a client's house
without permission?

What did I say
about client relationships?

You said "clear the day."
And I didn't wanna bother you.

I swear,
I was just trying to help.

Okay, but I need you
to do your job, not mine.

And especially,
not without asking.

I'm sorry, but it's really
frustrating sometimes.

I've been your assistant
for three years.

And when you hired me, you said
that there was room for growth.

You went about this
the wrong way.

Look, I'm sorry.

I love your ambition.

And I never wanna
suffocate that.

But Squirrel is my baby.

I get that, but I care about it

and have put a lot of time
into this company, too.

I have hundreds of ideas.

I think I could bring something
really great to the table.

I know you can be more, Becca.

But now's just not that time.

Not after that blog post.

Or maybe you're just mad
that people actually liked

what I had to say,
or that miraculously,

Squirrel didn't crash and burn
when you were away for a day.

Are you serious with me
right now?

There. It's deleted. I'm sorry.

I'm gonna work
the rest of the day from home.

Why don't you take a half day
in the morning

to think about what you did
and what you just said to me?

I hear someone found
a dead animal in a drawer?

Oh...

Thank you so much for coming.

I really didn't know
who else to call.

Here I thought I'd be the one
helping you, and now this.

Don't worry about it,
I'm grateful

to get out of the house
for a minute.

I've, uh, barely
moved at all lately.

So what's the deal
with this creep?

Chaos, we call him.

Or that's what
he calls himself online.

He's been at it on the blog
for a while,

but this is the first time it's
crossed over into real life.

- Hm.
- At least, I think.

My assistant thinks
I'm being watched.

- You're being watched?
- Maybe now I agree.

I'm happy to help you
at home, too.

Thanks.
So, pretty gruesome, huh?

Be glad it was a squirrel
and not you.

So who else has access
to this space?

Uh, Becca, my assistant, and me.

There was no sign of break-in?

- No.
- And you trust your assistant?

- Of course.
- Where is she now?

Well, normally she'd be here,
but we got into

a bit of a disagreement
yesterday.

You should get your locks
changed.

Maybe hold on to the keys
yourself.

- Mm-hmm.
- You're taking the right steps.

But these things
tend to escalate.

Keep an eye
on who tries to get close.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

- Hello!
- Hi.

- Hi.
- Can I help you?

I have a 10:30. Forrest Jacobs.

Right. It's 10:30 already. Wow.

- Would you like me to wait? I...
- No!

Um...

- Amelia Sommers.
- Oh, pleasure. Hi.

- Conference room?
- Great, yes.

Here, I'll get the door.

So, tell me everything.

- Okay. Everything?
- Mm-hmm.

Okay, how do I put this? Um...

I feel, I-I feel a bit haunted
in my own home.

Yeah, by, um, by different
versions of myself

that, uh,
that I've never become.

And by that you mean...

Okay, for example,
uh, at one point

I wanted to become a painter,
so I bought a stack of canvasses

and all the colors
of the acrylics.

That didn't happen.

Uh, same way
I tried gourmet cooking.

Uh, pottery,
photography, karate.

And now it's just, it's,

this is all there
squatting all day.

- And what do you actually do?
- I'm a publisher. Uh...

Yeah, provide a pipeline
for the real experts.

You could say
that without someone like you,

no one would be able to explore
their curiosities.

- That's something.
- Wow.

I, I didn't know this, uh, came
with therapy.

Thank you for that.

- Or is that extra?
- Organizing digs deep.

Yeah. Good thing
I have a lot of shovels.

Oh, it's a gardening phase.

Well, I would love to help you
make space for yourself.

- The real you.
- The real me.

Thanks.

I'm sorry for the no-show
yesterday afternoon.

I needed a full day
to really move past it.

There was a dead squirrel in my
desk drawer yesterday morning.

What?

- Are you okay?
- I don't know.

- I didn't sleep last night.
- Do you think it was him?

Who? Chaos?

Yeah. I do.

Well, maybe it's time
to start taking action

against this psycho, like
I've suggested a hundred times.

Start moderating your website.

I offered to help.
My offer stands.

Wait, how did you get in here?

I had the locks changed
yesterday.

I thought my key felt weird
when I came in.

But it wasn't locked.
It was open.

Anyway, you probably
just left it open

when you came in this morning.

But, you know, we might need
more than new locks

if you wanna stop someone
twisted enough

to leave a dead squirrel
in your desk.

- Hello.
- Hi.

- Uh, Amelia and...
- Becca, my assistant.

I believe
you guys spoke already?

Oh. Sorry.
Uh, yes, we, we emailed.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Um, I-I was just expecting you.

I'm admittedly OCD,
uh, about guests,

you know, considering the mess.

Of course.
Will you give us a minute?

- Sure.
- Thanks.

It's fine. I'll be fine.
I'll wait out here.

I'm so sorry.
Can I buy you dinner?

I know you don't wanna talk
about us, but I do.

You don't deserve this.

And you're right. I do need you.

And I don't wanna lose you.

Not as a colleague,
and especially not as a friend.

Would you mind
just waiting here?

- No, it's okay.
- Okay. I won't be long.

Great. Hi.

- Can I take your bag or...
- Oh, I'm okay, thank you.

Here we are.

I've never been
in a client's house

that's neater than mine.

I thought you said
this place was a mess.

Um, are you not seeing
the amount of useless things

in the house?

Yeah, but it's all so tidy.

Well, thank you, uh...

Are those nunchucks?

Why, yes.

Part of your karate phase?

- Hm.
- Yeah.

Oh, I love those shelves.

I featured them on my blog once.

Yeah, you'll, you'll see
a lot of Squirrel around here.

I've been following you
for a little while.

Just a bit of a lurker.

Oh. That's nice.

You didn't mention that
in our meeting yesterday.

Oh, I... Should I have?

No. No, it's fine.

So where is this
overstocked book collection

you talked about?

Yes. It's, um, out back.

- I'll show you the way.
- Okay.

Uh, most of these I've published
or they're by authors

I've published
or hope to someday at least.

- Are they all non-fiction?
- Advice and self-help.

Some academic and, um, crafts.

Hence the hobbies.
And I dabble in memoir as well.

- What's this about?
- Oh, well, wow.

Here. You take it.

It's a beautiful and soulful
meditation on calligraphy.

- Calligraphy.
- Yes.

You'll love it.
You'll weep on it, I swear.

Maybe you don't feel like
yourself in here

because you've kept what you are
out here.

All this needs to come inside.

You need to be surrounded
by your books.

You just gasped
and clutched your heart

at the mention of calligraphy.

- I did, didn't I? Yeah.
- Mm-hmm.

I can't imagine what
these other books do to you.

Uh, uh... Okay.

- Right?
- You might be right.

We've got our work
cut out for us.

- Yeah, we do.
- Mm-hmm.

- Where do we start?
- Hm.

You're important to me, Becca.
I don't wanna fail you.

And you're right, I have
prioritized everyone in my life

when you're the one
who's cared about me the most.

Okay. Well,
now I can't be mad.

It's just, after all this time,
I feel like I'm only

three things for you at work,

your assistant, not good enough

and a threat.

And that hurts,
especially since we're friends.

I am so sorry. This is Mark.

- He wants me to come over.
- Did you hear what I said?

Just one sec, Bec.

Okay.

I'm sorry, what were you saying?

How about we hire an assistant
for both of us

so I can start taking on sales,
marketing strategies,

and ways to help us grow?

And maybe even a couple
of commercial clients, too?

I guess I need to look at that
prospectus you made still,

but I was thinking
in the meantime, like,

maybe we start a Becca page
and you can do your thing there.

Do my thing on a Becca page?

Yeah, that could be fun, right?

- Like, a way to get your feet...
- You know what? Forget it.

I gotta get home.
You do your thing.

Becca, wait.

Who's there?

Hello?

And you don't know
who's harassing you online?

Who left this dead squirrel,
you say, in your office?

- I have no idea.
- No angry clients?

- Perhaps, an angry employee?
- No.

- None that I can think of.
- Okay, then.

We'll talk to your neighbors
in the a.m.,

see what they heard or saw.

In the meantime, let us know
if anything comes to mind

or if you find
that something's missing.

You okay?
You want us to call anyone?

No. I'm okay.

All right.
Get those locks changed.

And maybe think about getting
a security system

or an alarm, would you?

Of course. Thank you, detective.

- Hello?
- Hey.

I'm sorry. I know
I said I'd leave you alone.

No. It's-it's okay.

Are you all right?

I'm sitting outside my house.

I can't go inside.

- It's too quiet in there.
- Of course.

I'm sorry.
You hardly know me now.

- Is this weird?
- No.

I'm actually glad you called.

Are you okay? You sound upset.

You don't need to hear this.

No, it's fine. What's wrong?

There was an intruder
in my house tonight.

The police just left.

I'm literally sitting
in my kitchen terrified.

I don't even think I can move.

Hang tight, all right?
I'll be there in a second.

No, no, you don't
have to do that, please.

It's too late. I'm already on my
way. Just text me the address.

They didn't take anything?

I don't think
anything's missing.

Why does that make me
feel worse?

Well, you can't apply reasoning
to this, trust me.

Someone might feel wronged
by you.

They might want something
from you.

Or, perhaps, it could have
nothing to do with you.

Maybe they realized
I don't have anything.

Not at all. You're just
charismatic, smart, funny.

Successful?

Or maybe
you're just the perfect target.

Yeah.

You're the only person
who can make me feel charmed

by saying something like that.

- College? What's that? What...
- Oh, nothing.

Oh, this is so embarrassing.

Wow, look at us.

Who were these kids?
I was gonna be an FBI agent.

You were gonna be
this big writer.

Right.

What is that?

It's nothing.

Clearly not nothing
if you thought

it might have been missing.

It's just this book
I've been working on.

You wrote a book?
What's it about?

- It's boring.
- Stop. Tell me.

It's this...

memoir slash lifestyle
something or other.

I don't know. I can't get
out of my head about it.

Probably never be finished.

Well, to be honest,
I was surprised of you becoming

the Miss De-Clutterer.

Yup. That's me.

I mean, it's great. Just not how
I thought things would end up.

Yeah, me neither. It's why
I put so much into the blog.

Became my only outlet
after the writing process

stopped being my friend.

- Why's that?
- I don't know.

After my mom died, and
I was cleaning out her house,

I became obsessed with neatness.

I couldn't function unless
every detail was impeccable.

Suddenly I couldn't write
the same way anymore.

There's no clear answer
to what goes where.

You can't color-code a memoir.

And there's no immediate
gratification to a story

that always feels so incomplete.

I got stuck.

- So I stopped.
- Hm.

But I was sick about it,
you know, abandoning my dream.

That's when I started the blog.

I figured if I could write about
organizing other people's lives

and stopped worrying so much
about my own,

that maybe
that would fix things.

And did it?

You must be exhausted.

Thank you so much for coming.

Where will you go tonight?

- You know you can't stay here.
- Uh, right.

Get your things.
You can stay at my place.

- I have a spare room.
- I'm fine.

- I can just stay at the office.
- With the dead squirrel? Really?

I wasn't sure what you'd want,

so I brought a little bit
of everything.

What? Is that white chocolate?

You are the only person to this
day who likes white chocolate

over original chocolate.

And you just happen to have some
lying around?

To be honest,
you hooked me back in college.

You know,
I'm feeling better already.

Good.

Hm.

Oh, no way!

Yeah. They got married.

Well, they're divorced now,
but it was a wild night.

You'd gone by then.

This has been so nice.
Thank you.

I don't know when the last time
anyone did this for me.

I'm glad you let me.

- Oh, no, no, no, no, let me.
- No. Stop.

Come on,
I feel guilty enough already.

Please, you have no idea
how good it feels

not to be fussed over
the last few days.

You not helping helps me.
I swear.

Well, just know
that it's extremely hard

for me to watch you do all this.

- It goes against my nature.
- And why's that?

I'm used to doing everything
myself.

You're used to it
or you insist on it?

- Ah.
- You got to be careful.

Making people
need you like that.

I don't make people need me.

You do have a way, though,
making people feel like

they wouldn't know what to do
without you.

I know I've felt that.

Can I ask?

Why did you leave?

Uh...

I just felt really overwhelmed
after my mom got sick.

And what we had was...

I would have understood.

I'm not saying
it was the right choice.

But at the time, it felt like
the only option I had.

You could have come back, after.

Did I do something wrong?

Of course not.

I was afraid
of losing myself again...

the way that I always did
when I was with you.

Ame, I really loved you.

You know?

But that was a long time ago.

And things change for a reason,
I guess.

Maybe we should just stick
to being friends?

Yeah.

Morning! Or afternoon.

- Hi.
- Going somewhere?

I'm actually late for a meeting.

Oh. Um, all right.

- No worries. I'll, uh...
- You know what?

I can reschedule,
it's no big deal.

- Really?
- Yeah.

- Okay. All right.
- Okay.

- Hey. I'm here. Where are you?
- Hey, Bec.

Look, I'm so sorry,
but I'm not gonna make it.

I'm actually at Mark's.

There was a break-in in my house
last night.

- It's a whole thing.
- Oh, my God. Are you all right?

Yeah, yeah, I'm fine.

Can you please
just apologize to Gwyneth

and reschedule our appointment
for today?

I'll call you later
to fill in the details.

- Okay, sure, but...
- Thank you. Bye.

- Everything okay?
- Yeah, it's great. Thank you.

This looks so good. Thank you.

Bon appetit.

- Good morning, Gwyneth.
- Morning.

- Where's Amelia?
- I'm so sorry to tell you this.

But... it's just me today.
I hope that's okay.

I-I have lots of ideas on how
we can downsize that wine rack.

Well, then, come on in.

Liv took her own room
as things got worse.

She didn't wanna be this sick,
needy thing all the time,

so she said.
So she started to retreat.

Said it was for my sake. How
could I get rid of any of it?

After my dad died, my mom became
a hoarder of his things, too.

And anytime I work with a client
who's suffered a loss,

they can't imagine
remembering that person

without something
to funnel it through.

Our things feel like
an extension of us,

of those we love.
But I'm telling you.

And I know this is cliche,
but we keep them here.

I'm sorry. It's just that I...

I feel like
we could offend Liv's memory

if we got too close like that.

And you shouldn't have to suffer
my grieving process.

It's not fair,
you don't have to be here for me

like you are
with your other clients.

I want to be.

Can I show you something?

I wasn't entirely honest
about how I knew Liv died.

The funeral.

She sent this to me before...

Do you want some space?

No, I don't want that.

Not ever again.

Mm...

Tell me I'm not crazy.

Is this a masterpiece?

Uh, you're crazy.

Oh.

After last time, when I tried
to give the paintings away,

I thought, maybe I can do this.

Thank you for your honesty.

- Hm.
- Do you want a drink?

- Sure. Okay.
- I could really use a drink.

You know, this isn't about you
not trying new things.

I'm only saying you shouldn't
try to be something you're not

at the expense
of who you really are.

And your space
should really reflect that.

- Yeah.
- I'd hang that version up.

- That version?
- Mm-hmm.

It shows your struggle,

your ambition
and your acceptance.

Ah. That's pretty, uh,
that's pretty clever of you.

- That's really good.
- Thank you.

So tell me about your writing.

- My blog?
- Yeah.

You're, you're pretty, uh,
you're prolific

for a professional organizer.

Oh. Well, I've always written.

But the blog is all
I've really ever put out there.

- Well, what haven't you put out?
- I have a manuscript.

But it's very different
than the blog.

Oh, see, now that's something
I would love to read.

Please?

- Really? Oh, you'd do that?
- Yeah.

You have a way with words.

I'm sure it's something
very special.

Well, consider me equal parts
grateful and terrified.

Yeah. I feel the same way.

Cheers to your writing

and to the retirement
of that putrid painting.

That's great.
Mm.

So who are you
outside of all this?

You wear this, uh, veil
of professionalism around you.

Or is that in this, uh,
this book you're writing?

- Mm.
- Wait. No spoilers.

Uh, that's just me, I guess.

No real personal life
to speak of.

Have you ever thought about
dating one of your clients?

Or would that be too chaotic?

Was that too strong?
Uh, that's not what I intended.

Uh, I'm sorry
it came out that way.

No. Um, I mean, it was.

But, uh,

I'm sort of seeing someone.

Oh, of course. Above board.
I get it.

He's a lucky guy.

Oh, speaking of...

- Would you mind?
- Please.

- Hey, Mark, what's up?
- Hey, where are you?

- Are you okay?
- Yeah. I'm fine.

I stepped out
for a client meeting.

- You were sleeping.
- Oh, jeez. Thank God.

I woke up terrified.
Are you sure you're okay?

- Uh, can I come get you?
- No, I'm good, thank you.

- Are you okay?
- Yeah, I just, um...

I can't breathe at the moment.

I-I think I'm having
a panic attack.

Okay, just take a breath,
sit down,

have some water,
I'll be back soon.

Okay.

Is everything okay?

Yeah, yeah, everything's good.
Thanks. Uh...

We can do this another day
if you have to leave.

- I do. Thank you.
- Yeah, no problem.

Hey.

Are you feeling better?

I just, I thought
I lost you again.

Of course not.

I'm sorry, I guess I should've
told you that I had a meeting.

There's something
I need to show you.

Okay.

Okay. Look here.

I was able to track the IP
address for the Chaos user.

It pinged a couple of locations,
an office building,

your office building,
an apartment complex

and a yoga studio.

Becca.

No.

- It can't be.
- Your assistant?

You said
you guys are on the outs lately.

That she's testing you?

I mean,
I guess I should have seen it.

But, what,
she's trying to scare me

so that I bow out
of my own company?

I've seen it before, my clients,
they gain a bit of notoriety

and everybody wants
a piece of them.

It's not a safe life
for somebody who feels

indebted to everyone.

And I love that about you,
but you gotta be more careful.

She must have been
a part of the break-in, too.

She was in your house.

Probably looking for something
to use against you.

I need to talk to her
about this.

Okay, let's wait. You don't
want things to get ugly.

Strategize how to manage this,
because she could be unstable.

Yeah. Fine. Maybe you're right.

But, hey, whatever you need,
I'm here, okay?

Morning.

Okay, wait.

Before you get upset...

It went really well
with Gwyneth.

I mean, she's a bit clingy with
me now, but the heat's off you.

And I think it looked better
for Squirrel that we didn't

cancel last minute,
you know what I mean?

Wait.
What are you even talking about?

The session yesterday.
I took it.

Of course you did.

Meels, it was only one session.

And I can assure you,
she's still your biggest fan.

Stop talking, Becca.
I'm not even talking about that.

This is about you edging me out.

- What?
- I know you're Chaos, Becca.

- Give it up.
- What?

You think I'm Chaos?

Where the hell
is this coming from?

Your IP address, apparently.

And I have the proof
right here on my laptop.

Show me.

- I can't belie...
- You don't have access...

To anything in this office
anymore.

Pack your things.

Please think about this
for a second.

Uh, I know we have our problems,
but this is next level.

I'm actually worried for you.

Where did you get
this so-called proof?

Mark. Not only
is he really good at security.

But he tracked the IP address
back to you.

So you had Mark
dig around on me?

- Mm-hmm.
- Amelia, he's lying.

I'm not Chaos!

I can't believe
I actually have to say that.

Please don't make this harder
than it already is.

If you leave now,
I won't press charges,

and I'll send you
your final check.

Three years,
and this is what I get?

Best be careful
without me, Meels.

No one left to catch your fall.

I missed this.

You feel the same, you know?

Like comfort food.

Good.

And this is where we'll stay.

Mm... If only.

Where are you going?

I've got to get some work done.

I haven't touched the blog
since I left the office.

Okay, fine.

But kiss me first.

Morning.

By the looks of it, weekends
aren't a thing in your life.

- Is it Saturday?
- It's Sunday.

Where did yesterday go?

You didn't leave the study once.

If I didn't bring you food,
you would have starved.

I'm sorry.
I'll make it up to you.

I'm just trying
to get my bearings

now that Becca's gone.

I had a slew of angry
reader comments to respond to

after I missed
my Monday Motivation blog post.

Wow. I wish I had you
like your followers do.

I don't see them
making you three meals a day.

You're right. You spoil me good.

Oh. Are you pouting right now?

Don't tease,
unless I get some time.

Hm. Okay.

Morning.

- Morning.
- What was that, on your screen?

Oh, it's just...
Uh, raccoon burglary.

Trash cans
were knocked over today.

I didn't know
you had cameras here.

Of course I do. It's what I do.

Well, I hope
I didn't ruin the surprise.

What surprise?

I wasn't only working
all weekend.

I also made you this.

It's all the notes
she wrote you.

I hope you don't mind
I saw some of them.

I'm sorry, I just, I didn't want
her to get lost in all of this,

especially since it's her letter
that brought us back together

after all these years...

Amelia, this is incredible.

- I don't know what to say.
- You don't have to say anything.

You've done enough for me
already.

You protected me
against my better judgment,

just like you did back then.

And I promise, moving forward,
that I will balance

my work life better
so I can be here with you more.

- Really?
- Yeah.

I like the sound of that.

Wow.

So do you need anything
from the store

for this evening while I'm out?

You're leaving today?

I thought you had to finish
your Monday piece.

Finished it last night already.

I have a client meeting today.

I didn't tell you,
but this publisher, my client,

he wants to read my book.

Hm.

Isn't that exciting?

You just said you were gonna
stay here with me.

I meant, last week
I was super neglectful,

but I promise
not to do that again.

This is a standing appointment
with my client.

I'm still gonna have
a lot of those.

I'll come back right after,
promise.

It's exciting though, right?

I could be the next Marie Kondo.

Amelia, I don't understand.

After everything
that's happened,

you still wanna connect
with even more people

who'd try
to take advantage of you?

Take advantage of me?
With my book?

Yes. This Forrest guy,
you don't even know him.

How do you know
you can trust him?

How did you know
his name is Forrest?

You said it the last time
you went to meet with him.

Okay, but I don't see
what the big deal is.

He seems perfectly nice.

And I'm sure
he's gonna love the book.

And I have all the faith
that what you've written

is gonna make an impact,
but I need you to be prepared

for all the possibilities.

Why would you even think
to worry?

How did you meet this guy?

Uh, Becca found him.

She found him on the site.

- He's a follower.
- See?

They could be working together,
Amelia.

We still don't know
who broke in to your place.

Do you really think Becca's dumb
enough to do this on her own?

This guy
could be working with her.

And now they wanna
steal your book, publish it

and take you
for every penny you're worth.

Mark, this is a bit out of line.

Plus, I trust this guy.

He, he feels like a friend.

Is that all?

Of course that's all. Seriously?

If I'm gonna let myself
fall for you again,

I need to know you're not gonna
be as reckless as you were

with my heart as in college.

You have to take your safety
seriously.

I do.
Especially now, thanks to you.

Really? Because I'm not so sure.

Mark, I can't stop
running my business

on the off chance that someone
might take advantage of me.

I can't be suspicious of every
single person on the planet.

So I'm acting crazy then,
I guess.

Mark, I understand
that you've seen

a lot of suspicious things
at your job.

But I work with good people

and their messy cabinets
and drawers.

I'm not
in a dangerous line of work.

I can't judge everyone
based on Becca or Chaos.

But, hey, if it's too much
for you to have me here,

I can go back to my place.
I'll understand.

Don't say that.
Of course I want you here.

The last thing I want
is for you to go.

I just need to know that
this guy can be trusted is all.

Okay. So how do we do that?

How about this visit,
you plant a camera in his house?

We make sure he's not
up to something, and then

you can go back
and re-collect it the next time.

- No harm, no foul.
- This feels extremely illegal.

And so is stealing
someone's book idea.

But it, it happens all the time.
And you have to admit...

The potential Becca connection
is here.

It's just your life's work
on the line, okay?

- Hi.
- Hey.

Oh, here it is.

The manuscript, how exciting.

"By Amelia Sommers."

You okay?

Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine.

Actually,
can I use your restroom?

Yeah, no problem.

I just have to grab a few books,
and I can meet you inside.

Okay.

Nice.

Okay, I got the last...

So what are we thinking?
By title? By author?

Is it weird if I wanna
put them up at random?

Just all over the place?

Just the thought
is giving me anxiety.

Well, I like the idea
that my eyes catch the book.

Now if I have to find one, it
just, you know, calls out to me.

Forrest...

You won't be able
to find anything that way.

The point
is to make it functional.

Well, if I ever have
to find just one,

then maybe I'd be forced
to consider them all.

And who knows, maybe I'd find
something more interesting.

- Oh, you have books.
- A few.

How do you, how do you sort 'em?

By color.

It's more of a look than a feel.

I mean, it feels good,
it feels...

- Tidy. Huh.
- Hm.

I, uh, I want to say
it means a lot, you know,

that you're trusting me
with your manuscript.

I know how terrifying it must
be, but I feel really honored

that you're allowing me
to, to read it.

Thank you.

Will you, uh, excuse me for
a second? I have to get that.

Don't.

Amelia?

Uh, I'm-I'm sorry.
What, uh, what, what is that?

I'm so sorry. I, uh...

See, I'm in this
stalker situation,

and I had an intruder
in my place.

And you'll have to forgive me,
but, um...

I put this up.

And then I realized immediately
that it was very wrong.

You, you were trying
to record me?

Yeah, but only as a precaution.

I promised myself no bathrooms,
no bedrooms, just as a way to...

To see me coming and going?

Oh, you, uh, you do this
to all your clients?

No. No, no, this isn't me.
Not at all.

I would never do this to anyone.

But you, you did it.

To me. Okay, why didn't you
just tell me?

Did I pressure you, you-you...
You-you didn't have to...

You didn't have
to keep working here. Maybe...

I know. I know.
I'm so sorry, I...

Look, this is just
a huge misunderstanding.

Can we please just forget it
and get back to work?

I-I think I'd, I think
I'd like you to actually leave.

I'm so sorry.

I think I should go home
for a bit.

So you're running away again.

I'm sure you saw what happened.

It's too much. I'm a mess.

You don't need
to deal with me anymore.

What if I wanna deal with you?

Amelia, this isn't one-sided.

I'm not a client or a follower.

Uh, I don't want a relationship

that's wrapped
in a tiny little bow.

That's what ruined us before.

But we have to be together
on this. Same page.

Come here.

It's gonna be okay.

So from now on,
all comments will route to me,

and I'll make sure
to weed out all the creeps.

What?

It's what Becca always wanted.

She wanted to control you.
I wanna help you.

Where did I put that box cutter?

Are you sure
you're comfortable with this?

People aren't their things,
right?

It's time to start over,
just like Liv wanted.

- You good? Okay.
- Yeah. Thank you.

All right. Now food.

- Okay.
- All right.

Divorce papers?

Hey, come sit!
Food's ready!

Actually,
I'm not feeling so great.

Like, maybe I should just
lay down for a bit.

- You okay? What's wrong?
- Yeah, I...

Um, it's just been
an overwhelming few days.

Well, you know
what can help with that?

Pancakes.

- Come eat.
- I'm good. Really.

Thank you. Maybe later?

- Something wrong?
- No. No.

I just, I hit a wall,
that's all.

Hm. Well, why don't you
go lay down?

Uh, if I'm sick,
I don't wanna give it to you.

May I just lay down in here...
if that's okay?

Wow. You sound exactly like Liv.

Uh... Uh, speaking of,
I found this jewelry box.

It is hers, and I thought,

I remember her sister
saying at the memorial

that she wanted
some of Liv's things.

Maybe I could bring this to her
on my way to work tomorrow?

That's sweet, but I can
run it over to Vicki's

next week myself.

You're so thoughtful, Meels.

That's what
Becca used to call me.

Oh. Well,
now it can be our thing.

Oh, and...

maybe Vicki'll want this, too.

- Get some rest.
- Hm.

- How you feeling?
- Much better, thanks.

I was thinking, since
you've been so overwhelmed,

we get out of town
for a few days.

I know the perfect place.

I'd like that.

Amelia, wait!

Hey, it's Becca.

Leave a message if you must.
Thanks.

Hi, Becca.

I really messed up.

I don't even know
how to begin to apologize,

but I'm in some sort of trouble
with Mark.

I didn't know who else to call.

I'm on my way over to
Liv's sister's house right now.

Can you please
just call me back ASAP?

- Hi. Can I help you?
- Vicki. Hi.

- Do you remember me?
- Should I?

We met at your sister's funeral.

I really need to talk to you
about Mark and Liv.

Come on in.

Forgive the mess of boxes.
I'm moving early next week.

- Moving?
- I only came to be close to Liv.

I work from home.

Thought it'd be nice
to escape the city for a while.

Had no idea
what kinda hell it'd be.

- When did you all move here?
- Mm...

Maybe two years ago they did?
I only came a few months after.

And why did they move,
if you don't mind me asking?

Liv said change of scenery.

But, to me,
it was just another tactic

Mark used
to take Liv further away.

Now, what do you have to do
with Mark?

I want nothing to do with him.

I found Liv's divorce paperwork

and a letter from you
about getting away.

But everything Mark has said
about their marriage,

everything I've seen makes it
seem like they were so in love.

- Why?
- They were in love.

Even I have to admit that.

Mark came into Liv's life like
some knight in shining armor.

Before Mark,
Liv was being watched.

Someone even
broke into her house.

Liv thought
someone was out to get her

and Mark came into the picture
and made her feel safe.

And magically,
all the creepy stuff stopped.

They got married fast,
things seemed great.

She was this free-spirited,
self-made woman, you know?

And then all of a sudden
she started letting Mark

keep all these tabs on her.

Wouldn't go anywhere
without her.

We stopped knowing Liv as Liv.

She became Liv as Mark and then
just kinda someone else.

She wouldn't answer my calls,
she stopped coming around.

Then she quit her job
at the school,

and the only way
she'd talk to me was over text.

So finally I showed up
and confronted her,

and Mark stepped in and told me
that I was being jealous

and didn't have
her best interests at heart,

which is insane.

I was so happy
she'd found someone.

I knew in my heart
after some time had passed

that he wasn't the right one.

But that didn't stop me
from trying.

And then all of a sudden
she started to get sick.

Real sick.

And things changed again.

She got a letter to me

apologizing for
what had happened between us.

I had a courier
sneak one out to her

when Mark was out
getting groceries,

days before she was just...

gone.

I think she knew
the end was near.

Didn't want it to be with Mark.

But by then I was,
it was too late.

What did she die of,
if you don't mind?

Um, a stroke, from diabetes.

She'd had it since she was a kid
and she managed it well.

It wasn't until she got with
Mark that things took a dive.

In her letter, she said
she had a terminal illness.

That's ridiculous. What letter?

Um...

She sent that to me
before she died,

basically telling me
to get back together with Mark.

That's why this is so confusing.

What?

This is the letter
Liv gave to me before she died.

Look at the handwriting.

Ah. Ah...

I don't understand.

I've seen all of these notes
that Liv wrote to Mark,

and they all look like
this one here.

- Are you sure?
- Yeah.

I spent hours looking at them.

I made him a collage.

And what about Mark?

Do you recall
what his handwriting looks like?

When Liv wanted out,
he took her. I know he did.

And I will spend the rest
of my life trying to prove it.

You should be careful with him.

If not, he might do
the same thing to you.

Becca. Hi. Thank God.

Can you meet me at Squirrel
in an hour?

Hello?

Nice conversation
with my future wife?

Come on, Bec, where are you?

Hey!

What are you doing here
all alone, outside the office

someone used to be
stalking you from?

I, um...

Uh, I'm-I'm meeting Becca here.

She'll be here any minute,
we're gonna talk...

You and I both know
that that cannot happen.

She cannot be trusted.

You know what?

I think now's the perfect time
for us to go on our retreat.

Our retreat?

Get out of town,
like we decided.

Somewhere no one can find us.

But we didn't bring our things.

It's like you said.

All you need is this.

Okay, just let me text Becca
and tell her...

No. Absolutely not.

She does not deserve your time
or your attention.

We both know that.

You're gonna love this place.

Mm...

I was gonna wake you,
but you looked so peaceful.

I'm starving, though.
You hungry?

Oh. I left you some clean
clothes at the foot of the bed.

- Forrest?
- Hi.

What are you doing here?

Amelia left this at my place.
I wanted to return it.

You haven't heard from her,
have you?

She was supposed
to meet me here last night,

and she didn't show up, and now
she's not answering my calls

and I'm totally freaking out.

Uh, I-I haven't seen her.

Not since she tried to plant
a camera in my house, anyway.

Wait, hold up!

Wait, what's-what's-what's
wrong? What happened?

She's in trouble,
I just know it.

- What kind of trouble?
- It's this guy she's dating.

He's put all kinds of things
in her head.

She called me
panicking last night

because she found
some pretty dark stuff.

And now she's gone
and I don't know what to do.

I mean, do you think
we should just call the police?

Well, uh, if you can't
figure out where she is, yeah.

Wait! Ah.

I have a tracker on my phone

in case I need to get
to one of our joint clients.

- She's way the hell out there.
- Oh? Is that her?

I've gotta go.
I've gotta go get her.

Uh, w-wait, wait a second.
Um, uh, I'll go with you.

- I just have to get one thing.
- Okay. Okay.

What? You're not hungry?

I want out, Mark.
I want to leave.

I don't wanna
be with you anymore.

Fine.

But let me say something.

Liv tried to leave me
on her own terms.

I think you know that.

But in the end, she was weak,
and she came back.

Was she weak
because of what you did to her?

Did you poison her?
Her body? Her mind?

- A bit of both?
- I don't like that question.

Makes me feel like
you've already made your mind up

about me. But I can be good
to you, Amelia.

I have been good to you.

You say I protect you.

But if I'm no longer here,
who's gonna protect you then?

Who do you protect me from? You?

From yourself, more like it.

I simply pointed out
your weaknesses,

and you didn't like it.

You took everything from me.

Well, let's not give me
all the credit for that.

You wouldn't be here
if you didn't have it in you.

You made every decision.
Don't put that on me.

You wanna talk about blame?

How about the fact
that you lied to me?

You left me stranded
and clueless and heartbroken.

You made me this way.

And, honestly, Liv might still
be alive if it wasn't for you.

Vicki, too.

How selfish you are.

I was so afraid
of being hurt like that again,

I couldn't let it happen.

I won't let it happen.

You killed Vicki, too.

You won't get away with this.

Well, I did it
with your box cutter.

And you were the only one
someone might have seen there,

as far as I'm concerned.

So think about it.

I'm still protecting you,
the only one who can

and the only one who will.

So will I let you leave?

Go ahead. Sure.

But the moment you step out
that cabin door,

no one is going to protect you,

and I'm gonna come for you.

And that's something
you're gonna have to live with

for the rest of your life.

Because you can't go to
the police, you'll go to jail.

So you can't do that.
But you can leave.

Or you can stay.

You can stay
and feel protected and safe

knowing I'm the only one
who can hurt you,

but I'm choosing not to so long
as you choose not to hurt me.

Sounds like
a pretty easy decision.

You know, you asked for this.

I could use this on your wrists.

Make it look like
a murder suicide.

Are you ready to come back yet?

Do you like how this feels?

The chaos?

Is this the right place?

The pin was all over the place
all day today.

Yeah, I-I think this is it.

But it hasn't moved
for a while now.

Where have they gone?

I suddenly feel less confident.

Seems like they're just here.

More visitors. What a surprise.

Where is she?

Hey, hey.
All right, put the knife down.

- What'd you do to her?
- Put the, put the knife down.

You're asking
the wrong question.

How about
what did she do to all of us?

I mean, come on,
let's be honest.

Meels can be quite manipulative.

- No?
- You turned her against us.

She had it in her
to turn against you.

It was easy.

What does that say?
And now look at us.

Abandoned yet again,

leaving the two of you in danger
while she gets away.

I wish I didn't have to keep
teaching her these lessons.

- I really do.
- Put the knife down!

Hey, hey, put the knife down!

What the hell
are you doing here?

What... What are you,
what are you talking about?

So you two
were working together.

I should have known
you were right, Mark.

I'm so sorry.
You were protecting me.

How did you know
where to find me, anyway?

Your tracker on your phone.

You left my phone on?

Jeez, Mark.

I didn't realize.

Why can't you let it go, Bec?

Because...

Because you were too good
to be true.

And now you're with him?

Hey, after all we've done?

What, now we're not good enough?

Yeah. What he said.

You're both pathetic.

- Hey, hey, hey!
- You were right, Mark.

You're right.
I am safe with you.

There is no other choice.

Someone has to go.

I'll remember those words
for a very long time.

You know, for such
a seemingly good boyfriend,

your love letters suck.

You could have at least
tried to make it

look like Liv's handwriting.

You got me again, Meels.

But this is the last time
I fall for you.

Run. Run!

Go, go, go, go, go!

Where do you think
you're going, Amelia?

Hit him again!

- Hit him!
- Hit him!

It's okay. It's over.

For all these years
I've been promoting the idea

that tidy makes meaning.

But I've been wrong.

Trying to keep a space organized

when the space
or the things in the space

mean nothing to you
is a setup for failure,

no matter how many
organizing hacks you try.

I challenge each of you
to take a good look around

and determine what in your space
is really there for you.

Forget tidy, if something
is better for you,

scattered across your floor,
then do that,

if it's true to you.

And, no, this is
not an excuse to be lazy.

This is a call to action,
to shake things up,

to help you find
your own meaningful tidiness

in an effort
to really be in your space.

Because as I now admit,
meaning makes tidy.

And on that note...

My book is now available
on shelves and online.

I just want to say thank you
to each of you for being there

and sticking with me.
See you soon.

- Hey.
- Hi.

When you said lunch, I thought
you meant at the office.

I'm actually
taking the week off.

Did I, uh, just lock lips
with a stranger?

Um, oh, uh, I'm-I'm sorry,

I must, I must have
the wrong address. Whoa.

I apologize, um,
I'm-I'm supposed to meet

my workaholic girlfriend

who, uh, you-you alarmingly
look similar to, uh-huh.

Ha-ha.

- Do you know an Amelia Sommers?
- Mm-hmm.

- Oh, you do?
- I do.

So is Squirrel
about to implode as we speak?

No, Becca's there, she's got
everything under control

now that she's my partner.

Whoa, whoa, whoa! This is, uh...

This is cause for celebration,
right?

Mm-mm, you better eat quick

because I've got a massage
at 2:00.

Okay, you, you know what,
you are, like, blowing my mind

right now, all week.

Better get used to it.
I got you one, too.

You did? Nice!

How thoughtful. Thank you.

I am taking you with me
all the way,

with some much needed space
and independence, of course.

- Um, of course, all the way.
- Yeah. All the way.

Well, does that mean
that I have to clutter

my life again
to get you back again?

Nah. I think I clutter your life
enough as it is.

Okay.
Well, let's cheers to that.

To not not cluttering
anyone's life.

- Not cluttering.
- Cheers.

Good. Yeah.