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Which means that
for the next week,

Wait a second...

Jane's crazy
about her.

[man]: This one's gonna be
a bestseller, I can feel it.

Just... don't let it
out of your sight, okay?

my publisher will...

Well, to use
a five-dollar word,

Madam, you are impugning
my professional discretion.

Tell me,

Enough with the jokes,

Make sure that wagon
doesn't tip.

I'm good.

No problem.

with some of the biggest
players in venture capital,

It does, honey.

[baby crying]

[baby crying]

Shh, shh, shh...

[voices arguing]
No, they do not, you stop it!

-No, you stop it.
-No, you do!

[chuckles]
That's impressive.

You must have kids.

Just a niece
and a nephew, yeah.

Well, I bet they like
having such a cool uncle.

Thanks.

What's your name?

I'm Oscar.
What's your name?

Jane.

But my friends
call me Janie.

Well, I would like
to be your friend.

Would you like that?

Can I, Mommy?

Of course, honey.

Okay.

[chuckling]

I'm Nomi Gardner.

Nomi? Wait...

that wouldn't be
Nomi Gardner

the crime writer,
would it?

Actually, yeah.

[chuckles]

A pleasure.

You've heard of Nomi?

Oh, absolutely.

I'm reading her latest book,
Shattered, right now.

Well, that
makes my day.

Yeah, great.

Uh, could you please
take these, Oscar?

Yes, sir, right away.

Thank you.

Where's 303?

Uh, right down here,
and on your right, sir.

I'll take your bags
and follow you.

Brilliant.

Excellent work.

I like it.

You should go
show Daddy.

Janie...

Daddy's working.

But we colored
these for you.

Wow.

That is really good.

You are a talented artist.

You too, Greta.

Thank you.

Greta, where's
the formula?

It should be
in the change bag.

Well, it's not,

and neither are the baby wipes.

Oh, no.

I am so sorry, Nomi,

I can't believe
that I forgot both.

No problem.

I think there's
a drugstore nearby.

Okay, I'll go.

No, it's okay.

Are you sure?

'Cause I'm the one
that screwed up.

Relax.

Nobody's perfect.

[chuckles warmly]

Bye, Mommy!

Bye, honey.

Be good,

I'll be back in a minute.

Okay.

[***]

[muffled screams]

[groaning and struggling]

[car horn blaring]

[coughing]

[coughing and gagging]

[coughing and retching]

[gagging and gasping

[exhaust hissing]

[turns off engine]

[tires squealing]

Ma'am, can I help you?

Yes, you can
call the police.

The police?

Is something wrong?

You could say that.

I'm afraid
the Gardners aren't here.

What?

I said,
the Gardners are out.

I don't have time
for this.

Miss!

Mark!

Jane!

Miss March,
you cannot go in there!

That's not my name!

You wanted the police? Fine.

Let's go back downstairs
and call them.

I just want to find out
where my family is!

As I've told you
twice before,

the Gardners are out.

Where?

At the convention,

and they made it
very clear to me

that after the incident
last night,

your services are
no longer required.

What are you talking about?

What incident?

Mark?

Greta?

What are you
doing here?

That's not funny,

and I could ask you
the same question.

I have nothing
to say to you.

Damn it, Mark, somebody
just tried to kill me.

Where are the kids?

You touch me again,
I'll call the police.

Mark...

please, just tell me
what's going on.

Where are Jane and Aiden?

They're fine.

Their new nanny is
looking after them.

You...

Look, I don't know

what you think
you're doing here,

but I thought I made it
very clear to you last night

that I never want you coming
near my family again.

Your family?

So, are you
going to leave,

or do I have to get
Security to throw you out?

Is this some kind of joke?

Some kind of sick prank
or something?

What-- If you think I'm going
to go along with this,

then you're insane.

I could have died.

Boys?

This is the woman who
assaulted me last night.

No, no-- No!

I can prove I'm Nomi Gardner!

[scoffs] Really?

And just how are you
going to do that?

I'm Nomi Gardner.

My wallet.
My I.D.'s in my wallet.

Are we all
on the same page now?

Good.

This is impossible.

No...

Mark?

Mark, say something!

Mark!

Say something!

Mark!

It's...

identity theft.

I don't know
what else to call it.

[Detective]: There must be
family that can vouch for you.

[Nomi]: I'm an only child.

My parents died years ago.

[Detective]:
And your close friends?

I'm not very social.

I hate crowds.

Since we moved here,
I've literally been a hermit.

[Detective]: And you've had
no interactions

with anyone
in your neighborhood?

[Nomi]: The nanny...

we hired her
when we moved to Olympia.

She takes Jane
to kindergarten.

She gets the groceries...

She does everything.

I want to press
charges, Officer.

Do you know
anything about this?

Um...

"They can both
rot in hell"?

"I just wish
I could be in the room

when their kids
find out I'm dead?"

That was
the last post.

Yesterday
at 11:00 p.m.

I'd say
whoever wrote that

made their intentions
pretty clear.

It wasn't me.

I don't use social media.

Greta March does.

I'm not Greta March.

Well, then we have a problem,

because everything
I've been able to access

says otherwise.

They must have hacked
my accounts.

Every website?

Every photograph?

Well, it wouldn't be that hard.

I have almost nothing
of me online.

I...

just find this all
very hard to believe.

Mark,

my husband,

he has been involved
in a bunch of tech start-ups.

He knows a lot of people
in the computer industry,

smart people

that he must have
hired to do this.

[sighs wearily]

Okay, I'm just being
devil's advocate here, okay?

Can I get you
something to drink?

Yeah.

Okay.

Oh, God.

I gotta ask...

you know how crazy
this sounds, right?

Uh-huh.

What's his motive?

What does he stand to gain

by going to all this trouble
to switch your identities?

I don't know.

Unless there's money involved.
Is there money involved?

My books have barely
sold enough

to cover the advance.

What about him?

What does he stand to lose?

Nothing.

His last three companies
have crashed and burned.

We only moved to Olympia

because Boston was getting
too expensive,

and I kept telling him
not to get a nanny,

because we can't afford it,

and he insisted.

Now I know why.

Look, all I can do right now
is file a report,

but if it turns out
to be false,

you could be charged
with a felony.

Are you absolutely sure
you want to do this?

Yes.

Please.

Okay.

I'll be right back.

Detective Krantz?

My name's Donovan Harris.

I know who you are, Counselor.
What can I do for you?

I've been retained
by Mark and Nomi Gardner.

This is a restraining order

against a former employee
of the family.

Let me guess,
Greta March?

My clients have employed
Miss March as a nanny

for the past six months,

however, recently,

they've become
concerned

with a decline
in her performance.

The assault on
Mrs. Gardner last night

was the final straw.

Now, they believe
that Greta here

is clearly a danger
to herself and to others.

Now, they won't
press charges

if they don't have to,

but they do not want
an unhinged,

and possibly
suicidal woman

anywhere near
their children

ever again.

A DNA test.

Excuse me?

That'll prove
the kids are mine.

I'm sorry, which part
of "ever again"

was unclear to you,
Miss March?

I still want to file
that report, Detective.

Are you
listening to me?

This is the name
of a good therapist.

Call her.

She'll be able
to help you.

If you won't do your job,

then I'll find someone else
around here who will.

Unless you want
to end up in jail,

I suggest that you go home now
and get your head on straight.

And for your own good,

stay far, far away
from the Gardners.

[scoffs in disbelief]

[laughs ruefully]

Come on, come on, pick up.

[cell phone rings]

Hello?

Ted.

Nomi, hey.

I'm still reading,

but listen,
so far, I've gotta say,

you're knocking it
out of the park.

This is not about that.

So, to what do I owe
the pleasure?

I have a big,
big favor to ask you.

I need you to come to Seattle.

What? Why?

Uh...

It's about Mark and the kids.

Jesus, now you're scaring me.

Yeah, you're not the only one.

All right, I'm sitting down,
so tell me what happened.

Okay, um...

I know it sounds really crazy,

and it's, uh, short notice,

but I need you
to vouch for me.

Vouch for you?
What...

I don't get it.

Ted...

I...

It's really important.

Yes or no.

[exhales] Um...

I'm gonna
have to scramble around,

get someone to cover
my classes, but yes,

of course.

if it's that important to you,
whatever you need, Nomi.

Okay.

Thank you so much.

Uh, come to the North Precinct
police station

tomorrow morning,

and ask for Detective Krantz.

Krantz, okay.

Uh, sure.

But Nomi...

what the hell is going on?

You're the best, Ted.

Really.

I owe you one.

[phone ringing]

How did it go?

The restraining order
has been delivered.

I don't foresee
any more issues.

Thanks, Donovan.

We'll touch base tomorrow.

So... how did it go?

Our alibi is in the bag.

That's a relief.

Now you can just focus on us.

Daddy?

I don't like it here.

When can we go home?

Soon, honey.

Very soon.

[Mark]: Trust me, you're going
to love this park.

Can I go
on the swings?

The swings?

Of course, you can go
on the swings.

Jane...

how come you don't
like your new Mommy?

I just don't.

Why do I have
to call her that?

Because your
old Mommy is sick,

and I know you love her,
and you miss her,

but if you ever see her,

you can't talk to her.

Why?

It's hard to explain.

You just can't.

She's... dangerous.

Want to go
on the slide?

Yeah!

All right.

You see,

your old mommy can hurt
you and your brother

because she's sick.

I'm counting on you, Jane.

You understand?

I think so.

Good.

And if you're in trouble,

if someone
like your old mommy,

tries to take
you and Aiden,

what do you do?

Find a police officer?

That's right.

Find a police officer
or call 911.

Remember,
I love you.

Let's go,
let's get out of here.

[yelps]

Hi, Mrs. G.

Lyle?

If you scream,

you're going to have to learn
to make do with one kidney.

You're helping them.

What's going on?

Why are they doing this to me?

[gasps]

Get in.

[gasping in panic]

[cell phone vibrates]

Now what?

Yeah, we'll do
lots of great stuff.

[incoming message chimes]

One second.

All right,
we've got to hurry, baby.

Come on.

[***]

Son of a bitch.

What's going on?

I got a text from Lyle.

He said
to meet him here.

Me too.

[cell phone rings]

Just one second, sweetie.

Hello?

We got a problem.

What happened?

I saw her at the park, alone.

I thought I could take her.

And instead
she got your phone,

and now she knows everything.

I'm just cleaning up
after your mess.

Besides, I took care
of that other thing, didn't I?

I can fix this.

Prove it.

Find her
and shut her up.

Everything's fine.

We're going back
to the hotel.

Come on.

Come on, everyone.

Janie!

Slow down.

[door latch rattles]

Stay right here, okay?

It's okay,
sweetie.

[sighs]

Mark, come
look at this.

There's no one here.

There was.

Wonderful.

I spend all this money
on hackers,

and now they're going
to catch us

because I left this out.

Hey, no one's
getting caught.

Jane...

I know
that you're scared,

but I also know
that you're very brave.

That's what makes you
such a great astronaut.

Give Mommy a hug.

[gasps]

[sobbing softly]

See ya.

Oscar! Oscar...

Hi.

Hi.

Uh, are you okay?

Yeah. Uh...

Who am I?

[chuckles]

Um... you're Nomi Gardner?

We need to talk.

Okay. Right now?

Yeah. It's important.

Okay.

Um... my car is over here.

-Okay?
-Yeah.

Okay, so wait, let me
get this straight,

you have a cousin
in the U.K. who's loaded,

and who just passed away,

and even though you didn't know
this person existed,

he wills you
his entire estate?

Not the whole thing,
only five million U.S.

From what I can make out,
the rest goes to charity.

Only five million.

Mark must have intercepted
the first letter from the lawyer

and never told me.

Now Brenda Johnson,

my neighbor
in Olympia is dead.

I can't believe they're
willing to go this far.

So you think I'm next

because I know
you're the real Nomi Gardner.

No one else west of the Rockies
can pick me out of a lineup.

Even my publisher doesn't know
what I look like.

We do everything
by email and phone.

This is crazy.

No kidding.

No, this is...

[laughing in disbelief]
...really crazy.

Wait.

How do I know
you weren't planning this

when we met at the hotel?

What?

For all I know,

you're the one
pulling the scam, not them.

You want to know how?

This is how.

There's no author photo,
I looked.

I know, I'm too humble
for my own good,

but that's not what I meant.

Just pick a page.

Uh...

Just start reading, anywhere.

Okay.

Um...

"She crossed the street
at a run,

"driven by an impulse

she could not
contain..."

"The boulevards and alleyways
were unusually empty.

"It was as if the city
held its breath

"out of respect,
or perhaps pity.

"She felt that
if she came to a decision,

this moment of peace
would end."

Are you convinced yet,
or should I keep going?

That was amazing.

Will you help me?

When's the last time
you ate?

I'm not sure.

It's been a blur.

Okay, I'm going
to feed you.

And you can also
take a nap, if you like.

There's no time.

We have to go to the police,
both of us.

And say what?

The truth.

With...

With you vouching for me,
proof of these documents,

and Ted coming in tomorrow,

the police will
have to listen to me.

And then

I can get a court order
for a maternity test

and I can get my kids back.

[crash and clatter outside]

What was that?

Don't go out there.

Take it easy.

Not everything's a conspiracy.

Oscar?

Oscar?

It's fine!

Probably just the wind.

[screams]

[taser crackling,
Oscar gasps in pain]

[taser crackling]

Somebody's been looking
at things they should not be.

I'm surprised
you didn't turn off

my phone tracker.

Not too smart
for a mystery writer.

Don't do this.

That money is legally mine.

Let me go, and you can
name your price.

You're wasting
your breath, lady.

I figure...

this poor guy,

he's just sitting down
for dinner

when some crazy woman breaks in,

and she's got a bogus story
about, uh...

you know, somebody
stole her life.

He asks her to leave,

she wouldn't,

so he has to defend himself.

[laughs, scoffing]

What's so funny?

You haven't thought this
through, have you?

What's that supposed to mean?

Well, correct me if I'm wrong,

but they want
both of us dead, yes?

Well...

if he hits me with the bat,
then how did I kill him?

And then there's the problem
of the stun gun.

Unless the M.E.
is really incompetent,

then they're gonna find
burn marks in my back.

How are you going
to explain that?

You think you're
pretty smart, huh?

I come up with this stuff
for a living.

Not anymore.

Okay...

[sniffs]

Here's the re-write.

You hit him
with the bat,

then he shot you
with the stun gun,

twice.

Your ticker
couldn't handle the voltage.

Happened to a guy I knew
in the joint.

You've been in prison.

Why am I not surprised?

I guess I can't appeal
to your better nature.

You could if I had one.

[groaning and struggling]

[groans in pain]

[blows thud]

[Lyle groans in pain]

[groaning]
Is he gone?

I think so.

Are you okay?

Uh... yeah.

You know, it's just
another Saturday night.

[groaning in pain]

[cell phone vibrating]

Tell me it's done.

[breathing hard]
Not exactly.

"Not exactly"?

What the hell
does that mean?

It means the bitch hit me
with a bat, all right?

What the hell was she doing
with a baseball bat?

No, wait, I don't even
want to know that.

This is...
This is unbelievable.

It was two against one.

I mean, what did you
expect me to do?

What am I paying you for?

No, scratch that.

Get back here,

and make sure no one sees you.

What are you doing?

I'm cutting our losses.

We've just
got to get through

the next 24 hours,

and that money
is ours.

The longest 24 hours
of my life.

I know,
it won't be easy.

We'll be back home in our bed,

and she'll be rotting away
in a mental hospital.

And then our children
will be back where they belong,

with me.

Exactly.

It's okay, Aiden.

Our real mommy's
going to come for us.

[wincing]

We need to call
the police.

I already tried that.

Come on,
they tried to kill us.

The cops can't
ignore this now.

They did before.

You said you needed someone
to back up your story.

Here I am.

Hey...

What did I say?

It's not you.

My husband's been sleeping
with another woman

for God knows how long,

and he just sent someone
to kill me.

Twice.

[sighs in anguish]

Nomi. Hey.

I can't put you
in danger.

What are you
talking about?

They're willing
to commit murder.

Do you really want to look
over your shoulder

for the rest
of your life?

Oh, hey, I can
take care of myself.

[sighs heavily]

I need to leave.

Nomi, I can't
let you do this.

You're going
to have to.

Nomi...

No, Nomi, don't go.

Nomi...

[roar of traffic]

This is the second time
this month.

Sorry I'm late.

Is he here?

Yes.

Right this way, Miss...

Yeah.

Teddy...

I'm so glad to see you.

[stammering] I thought
I was here for Nomi.

Teddy...

tell her it's me.

Are you saying
this is not Nomi Gardner?

Look, I...

I'm a busy man, okay? I...

I dropped everything

to get on the redeye
from Boston

because she said
it was an emergency,

I haven't had
a wink of sleep,

so I'd appreciate it
if you'd quit wasting my time.

Oh, my God.

Not you, too.

Mr. Curtis,

do you know this woman?

I've never seen her before
in my life.

- Dammit!
- Miss March!

-Damn you for this!
-You need to calm down!

How much did they offer you?
A hundred grand? Two?

It's a drop
in the bucket, Teddy.

That's enough!

Let me tell you,
they're ripping you off.

$5 million, that's how much
is in the trust.

That's a lot
of gin and tonics, Teddy.

Don't let them
get you cheap, Teddy!

You can let go of me now.

Are you going
to stay calm?

Yeah, I'm gonna
stay calm.

You've been warned,
you need to go home

before you get yourself
into more trouble,

do you understand?

More trouble?

How am I gonna get
in any more trouble?

There she is.

Detective, this woman has
violated her restraining order.

Now, these are declarations
from my clients

stating that she broke into
their hotel room yesterday

and threatened their children.

That's not true.

Janie and Aiden
were not there.

You see, this woman
is clearly a menace.

Now we suggest
that she be detained

under Title 71

for her own protection.

You son of a bitch!

You leave me no choice.
Officers...

I am placing you

under involuntary
psychiatric detention

for 72 hours.

Get a warrant,
and search the hotel room.

You will find documents
that prove my inheritance.

You will be evaluated
at a county medical facility

by a mental health
professional.

You have the right to speak
to your attorney

during this time.

You can't do this!

No! No!

No!

What's going on?

Where are they
taking her?

That depends
on what her shrink says

about her mental state.

I'm sorry you had to come
all this way for nothing.

Yeah, I'm sorry, too.

Mm-hmm.

There is only one thing
I'm curious about, though.

You said that Nomi Gardner
asked you to come.

But she didn't show.

Just Miss March did.

What's your point?

I have no point.

I just... found it strange,
that's all.

It's a strange world.

I have no argument there.

Excuse me.

Mm-hmm.

[sighs]

Yeah.

It's done.

I want to speak
to a lawyer right now.

Are you listening to me?

I have the right
to speak to an attorney!

No...

No, please, no.

This is a mistake.

You can't do this to me!

Please, no... no!

No, no, no, no...

[sobbing] No!

Please...

[sobbing in anguish]

[screaming]
My name is Nomi Gardner!

Please, please, please...

Hello?

Please, my kids need me.

Let me out!

Please... my kids!

[sobbing] Please...

Please... my kids need me!

[sobbing in panic]

Help me, help me!

[screaming and banging]

Let me out!

Would you stop that?

You're making me nervous.

You're nervous?

I just arranged a murder
and had my wife committed.

She's a vindictive
schizophrenic

and Brenda Johnson died
in a freak accident.

Patience.

Refresh it again.

It's automatic.

Just humor me, please?

[sighs wearily]

It's here.

[laughing in triumph]

Oh ye of little faith.

So... how does it feel

to be a very rich man,
Mr. Gardner?

You want to know how
it feels, Mrs. Gardner?

[giggling]

I always knew
my dreams would come true.

[chuckles]

[baby starts crying]

Damn, he has
some lungs on him.

[sighs heavily]
It's okay,

I'll take care of it.

After all,
I am his mother.

You really love him,

don't you?

Like he was my own.

[giggles]

[baby screaming in distress]

Who is it?

The professor.

And what does
he want?

[doorbell rings]

[knocks]

Nomi?

Well, I'll be damned.

Love what you've done
with your hair.

What do you want?

I just wanted to see
your new place.

Nice neighborhood.

I'll bet the crime rate
is really low.

And there's
the man of the house.

Congratulations
on your recent windfall, Mark,

but hey, if anyone
deserves it, you do.

Your money's on the way.

Well, that's
wonderful news.

I am enjoying my stay.

It's a beautiful hotel
you put me in.

Well, we're
very appreciative.

Excellent, then
I'm sure you won't mind

adding another little zero
to that hundred grand.

[laughs]

You're even more
of a lush than I thought.

She's right.

You get what we agreed to,
not a cent more.

Nomi--
[clearing throat]

the real Nomi--

she told me
how much you two are making

off this little scam,

and I am not so old
and miserable

that I am gonna
sell out a friend

for table scraps.

Now, come on, Mark,

I don't think you're
in any position to bargain here.

You don't want me going back
to that police station

and changing my story.

250.

500,000,

not a cent less.

Fine.

Fine?

Just pay him
and get him out of here.

Pleasure doing
business with you.

I'll be the one
in my hotel room

checking my balance,

and hey,

I think you should
hurry up and act on this,

because, uh,

my flight to Bermuda
leaves at 9:00 tonight.

[door closes]

My ex had a Chihuahua
like that.

He bit me
after I gave him a chew toy.

How would you like a raise?

[gasping and struggling]

[bones crunch]

It had to be done.

Even if we paid him,

there's no guarantees
he wouldn't be back.

[Jane, worried] Is everything
okay down there?

Perfectly fine, sweetie.

I'll be up in a minute.

[baby Aiden crying]

Next time you try
to tie up a loose end,

try not to do it
in our front yard

where the children can see.

Hey, a little reminder.

We just became
millionaires today.

You're right.

[baby screaming upstairs]

Excuse me, Jane and Aiden
need their mother.

[baby screaming]

[***]

Thank you, Ian.

Have a seat, Miss March.

I'd rather stand.

Suit yourself.

Do you understand
why you're here?

I'm on a psych hold,

what they'd call a 5150
in California,

and you're the shrink

who's supposed to decide
just how crazy I am.

[chuckles]
That's right,

only we don't use the term
"crazy" here.

How very enlightened of you.

In my first book,

my protagonist ended up
in a place like this.

I did my research,
but I have to say,

it's really different being
on this side of the desk.

Ah, yes.

You believe
you are a mystery writer

named Nomi Gardner.

And when I prove
that I'm right,

you and a lot of other people
are going to look very stupid.

Well, the last thing
a man in my profession wants

is to look stupid,

so...

why don't you
prove it to me,

right now.

I'd love to,

but you and I both know that
that's not going to happen.

Would you do me a favor?

Take a look in that mirror
and tell me what you see.

That mirror?

Yes. Please.

I see a woman
who's lost everything.

Want to know
what I see?

A woman who has
everything to gain.

And all I have to do

is pretend to be
someone I'm not, right?

I don't want you
to do anything

you're not
comfortable with.

Really?

Really.

I'm so glad to hear that.

Thank you.

And I'm sorry.

For what?

For this.

[yelping in pain]

Ian!

[gasps in fright]

[shouting in protest]

No!

No! No!

No...

[calling silently]

[***]

[sobbing in distress]
No...

Well, the good news is
I've finished my evaluation.

The bad news is

I think you're
going to be with us

for a lot longer
than 72 hours.

No...

Hold still, Greta.

Hold still.

Please don't do this.

It's just a muscle relaxant.

We don't want you biting off
your tongue, now, do we?

Take her to the ECT.

Let's see if we can get
some electro-shock therapy

to jog something loose.

Please...

This is a mistake.

I'm not... Greta March.

I'm Nomi Gardner.

Nomi Gardner...

I'm not...

I'm not who you think I am.

[gasping] I have...

I have two children.

They're in danger.

Just try and relax, Greta.

My...

[sobs]

My name's not Greta.

[sobbing]

[panting in terror]

[emergency alarm starts blaring]

It's probably
just a drill.

There was nothing scheduled.

I guess we'll
have to pick this up later.

[alarm blaring]

[alarm blaring]

You...

They need your help
in Ward C right away,

some of the psychotics
are refusing to leave.

What about her?

I've got her.

I'm not Greta.

My name is Nomi Gardner.

You have to believe me.

I do.

You do?

It's me.

Oh!

Oscar!

[laughs]

Can you walk?

I don't think so,
they gave me something.

Well, we are just
going to have to risk it.

Come on.

Okay.

[alarm blaring]

I got you, I got you.

Okay, let's
get out of here

before someone realizes

I'm not qualified
to practice medicine.

Okay.

How did you find me?

My sister is
a dispatch officer.

She owed me a favor.

I thought I told you
to stay out of it.

Can I be honest?

Yeah.

I think letting someone
with your talent

waste away
in a mental hospital

would be a crime
against literature.

Okay.

This way.

[patients shouting]

Over here.

Hey! What do you think
you're doing?

Uh-oh.

That woman is my patient!

Where are you taking her?

Thank you!

Hey!

Stop!

Stop!

[chuckles in victory]

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Listen, I don't want
to rain on your parade,

but we're officially
fugitives from justice now.

Got any ideas?

Only one.

Get my kids.

I thought you'd say that.

[***]

[glass shattering]

Honey?

Are you okay?

Oh, fine,
just dropped something!

I'll be there in a minute.

Hey.

Honey...

are you okay?

Daddy, the music is too loud.

I'm sorry.

Your mommy and I
are having a little party.

I'll turn it down, okay?

She's not my mom!

Janie, don't say that.

You know that's not true.

Yes, it is!

Janie...

Janie, get back here!

[bedroom door slams]

You know, I was thinking
of redecorating,

but then I remembered

we're not going be
living here much longer.

No, we won't.

God...

this just feels so good,
you know?

All this stress just...
just melting away.

We really are
living our dream,

and pretty soon,

you and I are going to be
lounging on a beach

in Costa Rica.

Little Aiden is going
to be playing on my lap,

while Janie
is braiding my hair

and talking about
her first day

at primary school.

What about me?

Oh, you will be thinking

of all the wild
and naughty things

that I'll be doing to you
while they're in bed.

[knock on door]

Who is it?

It's Lyle.

Hey...

[laughs]

Here's to sand in my shorts

and umbrellas in my drinks!

I will drink to that.

[Lyle laughing in triumph]

How did it go?

Easy.

He smelled like a distillery,

so I rolled his car,

lit it up.

Ooh...

The teacher had excellent
taste in whiskey.

Does he have to be here?

Greta,
we're all friends.

Actually one of us
is an employee.

I prefer the term
"business partner".

Yeah, well,

your business
is killing people,

and we have two children
upstairs asleep!

Greta--

I did what I was paid to do.

Yeah, and I don't
want to constantly

be reminded of that!

What do you expect me to do?

You want me to disappear
into some gutter?

Hey, Lyle...

Lyle, she did not
mean that.

Actually, I did!

Oh, so that's
how it is, huh? Yeah?

I'm supposed to clean up
all of your messes

while you sit here,

and you play house
with your two little runts?

I'm not playing house!

[smashing bottle]

9-1-1, what is your emergency?

Hello?

I need a police officer.

Okay. What's your name?

These are my children!

This is my husband!

Don't you dare ever question

my commitment
to this family again!

Listen...

both of you.

We have a really
good thing going here,

so settle down.

[baby Aiden starts screaming]

Now look what you've done.

Shh, shh, shh, shh...

Oh, sweetheart, don't cry,
Mommy's here.

Hi, sweetie!

Aw...

are you hungry?

Oh, yes, you must be so hungry,

because Mommy hasn't been
feeding you, has she?

Let me find your bottle, okay?

There you go.

Good boy.

Good boy.
Where's your bottle?

[baby crying in distress]

Where's the damn bottle?

[baby screaming]

[shouting] Mark!
Where's the bottle!

She's taking
this new mother thing

pretty serious, huh?

Shut it, Lyle.

[Greta shouting]: Mark!
Can you get it for me, please!

[mocking] "Mark, can you
get it for me, please?"

[Mark shouting]: I don't
know where it is!

Damn it, keep your voice down!

Jane, don't let
all that yelling scare you.

Jane?

Our daughter is missing.

Are you sure?

Of course I'm sure.

Jane!

Jane?

Damn.

I knew she would do this.

You take the front yard,
I will take the back.

She couldn't have gotten far.

Watch the baby.

Me?

Mother of the year.

What's going on
in there?

No idea.

All I know is

that psychopath
is with my kids.

Hey, wait.

I'm not so sure
about this.

Then stay here.

I'm going in.

Nomi...

I'm coming,
I'm coming.

Okay.

[baby screaming]

You are wasting your breath,
little guy!

[baby crying and screaming]

[turns on TV]

[increases volume]

That's better.

...Breaking news.

Authorities are warning
King County residents

to be on the lookout
for a patient

who escaped
from a psychiatric facility

near Red Bank.

The patient, Greta March, 39,

is described as dangerous
to herself and to others,

and may be accompanied
by an unidentified male

in his early-to-mid-30s.

If you see
either one of these people,

do not try to approach them.

Instead,
call 9-1-1 immediately.

[baby screaming]

[cell phone rings]

Yeah?

She escaped.

What?

Nomi. I just saw it
on the news.

I think she's with the bellhop.

This situation's getting
way too out of hand.

What if this plays in Boston,
and somebody sees it, hmm?

Or, or...

what if she comes for her kids?

You've got
to hold it together, Lyle.

Hold it together?

She could bring heat,

serious heat down on us.

[whispering] Oh...

Hi. Hi...

Are you okay?

Did you miss me?

We're going to get you
out of here, okay?

But you have to be
really, really quiet.

Okay? No crying.

Can you do that for me?

Okay.

Okay...

Let's go find your sister.

Come on.

Jane?

Jane?

Yeah, we're gonna need
another exit strategy.

Listen, Lyle,

you need to deal
with this... now.

Yeah.

Okay.

This mess just keeps
getting bigger.

Okay, you just need
to focus

on finding
our daughter, okay?

Jane!

[stool thuds]

Whoa, whoa,
I wouldn't do that.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah, he's right.

Before you got
your phone back,

I made a copy
of the memory card,

and I gave it to the cops.

They have all your texts,
all your phone records.

They know
everything, Lyle.

They can do that?

Where is my daughter?

She took off.

She was getting
pretty fed up with those two,

and I'm... I'm starting
to see her point.

She took off?

[sirens wail]

Hi there.

Are you a police officer?

Yes, I am.
What's the matter, honey?

I want my mommy!

Okay, okay, let's see
what we can do.

Can you tell me your name?

Jane.

That's a pretty name.

Jane what?

Jane Gardner.

And is this your house?

Jane!

I'm Mark Gardner,
that's my daughter.

Oh, Jane,
where have you been?

You scared the heck
out of us.

We received a 9-1-1
from a child

saying she needed help.

I'm so sorry,

my daughter has
a very vivid imagination.

No, they're lying!

I want my real mommy!

Don't say that,

you're hurting
your mother's feelings.

Okay, I'm sorry,

but I'm going to need to see
I.D.s from both of you.

Of course.

Yeah.

I never thought
things would go this far.

They kept
changing the plan.

Well, it's not too late
to run if you want to.

Run?

Go.

All right.

Okay.

Yeah.

[sighs in relief]

Is that true,

about his phone?

I wish.

Come on, we have to find Jane
before they do.

You go.

I'll take the baby.

Okay. Just take him.

There you go.

There we go.

Hi. Hey...

I think he likes you.

Yeah, well, who could
blame him, right?

[chuckles]

Not me.

[laughs nervously]

[front door shuts]

Okay, honey, um,

you're going to have to go
with your parents, okay?

No, please, I don't want to!

Get away from her!

Mommy!

Ma'am, I'm going to have
to ask you to stay right there.

That's my daughter.

Jane, are you okay?

Yes!

That woman
is Greta March.

She's an escaped
mental patient.

Ma'am, hands on the hood
of the vehicle,

spread your legs.

My name is Nomi Gardner.

That man is my husband, Mark,

and that woman is Greta March.

She's lying.

They killed my neighbor,

and now they're trying to make
everyone think that she's me.

There's a lot of money at stake.

Take me back to the station,

do a DNA test,

you'll find out
that I'm telling the truth.

Last warning,
hands on the vehicle.

You're making a mistake.

Come here, Jane!

Please don't
believe them! Please!

I'm going to need
back-up here,

1677 Crescent Drive.

-Possible 207A.
-Copy that.

They're going to take her
away from me.

No, they're not.

Then they're going
to take away Aiden.

Calm down.

I can't live
without them!

Ma'am, ma'am,

I need you
to stay here!

Would a real mother

abandon her child like that?

Lyle!

Where's my baby!

Lyle!
Where's my baby?

Janie, get back here!

I am your father, dammit!

Come here.

Please don't take
my mommy away again!

Okay.
I believe you.

Take her to the front
seat of the car.

Hey, hey, what are you doing?

No-- what?
No, no, no, no,

you can't--
you can't do this.

Yeah, well, I just did.

Now, put your hands
on the vehicle!

This is wrong!

Janie!

You!

[screaming] Lyle!

What are you doing
in my house?

Waiting for the police.

Oh, yeah, the, uh...

the handyman gave you up.

I don't believe you.

Look, just let me have my baby,

and nobody else
will get hurt, I swear.

Mm-mm.

[baby starts screaming]

I am not going to let you
take this baby.

I...

Please.

[tearfully]
Aiden...

Get out of here.

I... [sobbing]

[sighs]

Ma'am, we're not going
in that house without back-up.

My son is in there!

No! Ma'am!

No...

[officer]: Hey,
hey, hey, hey...

[skull thuds]

Janie, please open the door!

Janie!

Open the door,
you little bitch!

[taser crackling]

Don't you ever touch
my children again.

[Mark calling]
Let me out!

[sobbing in relief]

Is this it?

The results
of your DNA.

I suspect,
no more surprises?

None.

My sincere apologies,
Mrs. Gardner.

Your kids are waiting for you.

So, what now?

My lawyer says
I'll have to testify.

We both will.

[chuckles]
I meant after the trial.

Once your ex
and the nanny from hell

are safely behind bars.

Well, I have a great idea
for a new book.

[chuckles ruefully]

But first I need to catch up
with these two.

Well, when you come up
to breathe, give me a call.

I never did get the chance
to microwave you a dinner.

Thanks, I...

I'd love that.

I'll be in touch.

Bye.

Be careful, honey!

Are you going
to play with me, Mommy?

Of course, honey!

Let's go.

[***]