Original subtitles

(seagulls calling)

- (woman): [I'm not asking you to spend a whole month.]

[Just come on up for the weekend.]

- Abigail and I are both doing fine. We're actually

having a blast right now, shopping our brains out.

- [OK. I just think Abigail]

[needs to get out of the city.]

The last few months of her life have been worse

than most humans can handle. - Don't worry about her.

You know how strong and resilient she is.

- I am worried. I don't think I've seen her cry

since it happened. - She cries sarcasm

instead of tears. - I'm right here, Mom.

- She's still my hero.

What, with her incredible determination, I wouldn't be

surprised if she was the first blind woman

[to climb Mount Everest.] - I couldn't agree more.

- [So, you're really]

not coming? Why do I have

a feeling this is about trying to fix things

[with Wyatt?] - It isn't.

You know me better than that, Aunt Charlotte.

- How are things with him?

(brakes screeching)

- Aunt Charlotte? (tense music)

- Did anyone see it? - Someone, over here, please!

- Does anyone know first aid? - [Aunt Charlotte?]

- Did anyone see what happened? - [Aunt Charlotte, are you OK?]

- (man): [Call 9-1-1!] - Listen...

- Did anyone call 9-1-1? - Is anyone a doctor?

- [What happened? What happened?!]

(siren blaring)

(soft piano music)

(crow cawing)

Are you hungry, honey?

- A little bit. - Hi.

- Bart. Hi.

This is Abigail, my daughter.

And my husband, Wyatt.

- Hi. Bart McGregor. I'm an...

old childhood friend of Allison's,

and I was also Charlotte's accountant. Nice to meet you.

- Oh, um, Abigail recently lost her eyesight.

- That's right.

I heard about that. I'm so sorry. How did it--

- I took drugs. - It was Theraresp.

She got the prescription for her asthma,

which was out of control.

She had pneumonia at the same time,

and when she started having side effects, we didn't know...

- That that could lead to blindness.

Well, it was great to see you again,

despite the sad circumstances.

- It was nice seeing you too, Bart.

- When you're ready, give me a call, and we'll

set up that meeting we discussed over the phone

to go over your aunt's finances. - Of course. Thank you.

- Are we all gonna pretend

he wasn't hitting on you right in front of me?

Babe, I'm stuck here

for at least three days. I will call you the second

I know when I'm coming back.

I can't, not now.

You know I'd much rather be with you. - He's trying to reassure her!

(footsteps) He's coming.

(tense music)

- Who were you talking to? - What do you mean?

- Oh...

You're still seeing her.

- What are you talking about?

- Jennifer! You're still seeing her. I can't believe it!

- I'm not gonna get into this. - Abigail heard you.

- Your daughter... is full of crap again.

- I want you to leave. - Excuse me?

- You heard me. I want you to leave.

- You're kicking me out? - Yes!

You will no longer lie or cheat on me again.

Now, pack up your stuff and leave!

(eerie music)

- Be quiet.

Mother, please.

♪♪♪

I know what I'm doing.

No!

I may be many things,

but I am not clueless.

I'm certainly not clueless.

(keys jangling)

- (Wyatt): Would you just

listen to me for one second?! - No, Wyatt! No!

- ONE SECOND! RIGHT NOW! - NO! I AM NOT LISTENING TO YOU!

I am not even gonna listen to your lies because I've

heard them plenty of times.

Get out. I want you out, now!

(indistinct yelling) - Who's out there?

I can smell whatever

aftershave you're wearing. - I'm sorry. Heh.

I didn't mean to-- - Oh. You're that accountant.

Bart something. - Yes.

Like the cartoon character.

My skin's the same colour, but my hair is a little

less spiky than his.

Oh, I have your great aunt's paperwork here.

I thought I'd bring it by so your mother

could go over it before our meeting. Here.

- Why did you park on the street?

- Excuse me?

- You could've parked right here, in the driveway.

- How...

How did you... How did you know I parked in the street?

- I can even tell that your car is just

100 feet away from here, and that you just got out of it.

- Really?

- I can hear your car radiator fan still cooling off,

which means that your keys were in the ignition

just a few moments ago. - Wow.

You're good.

No fooling you, that's for sure.

- I better get back inside.

Have a good night. - Goodnight.

It was nice meeting you.

Oh, by the way...

tree-tapping season

kicks off this weekend,

so, uh, if you and your mother ever wanna,

you know, go to Mike's Sugar Shack and taste

excellent maple syrup, pour it over fresh snow,

just give me a call, and I'll take you there.

Your mother has my number. - OK.

(ominous sound indication)

(gusting wind)

(tense music)

- I'll never get used to this.

- It's OK, Mother.

- It's not OK!

- I'm happy to do it.

- No. Don't even try it.

You're gonna do it again.

- Do what? - Don't pretend that nothing's

going on. You were with her today.

- Yes.

I was.

- She's going to make you ill again.

That woman

will make things worse for you. - She's not

gonna make things worse. She is a great,

wonderful woman.

- YOU NEED TO STAY AWAY FROM HER! - I told you.

Sh, sh, sh. I told you.

I'm fine.

- Oh! - I'm fine.

(soft music)

As a matter of fact, we're supposed to be going to Mike's

Sugar Shack with her daughter, Abigail.

- A blind girl! - Yes.

- Please don't, Bart. For me.

For me.

- Trust me. Everything's OK.

I'm going out for a drink.

I'll be back later.

- (Allison): I am tired of you drinking too much!

I'm tired of your lies and blaming work all the time!

You always have an excuse for everything.

- And you always whine. That's all you do!

And all you're good at! - That is enough!

You need to leave.

You're drunk, and I don't wanna see you again. Ever!

- Mom? - Abigail, mind your damn

business, would you? - LEAVE!

Leave.

(Allison whimpering)

Honey, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

- (Abigail): This is really the last time, right?

- It is, honey.

Believe me, it is.

(soft music)

(country music playing)

- (man): You have to go to Allison and talk to her.

Tell her how you felt when she left.

How it messed with your mind

for over a decade. I mean, does she even know?

- But I did already make plans with her.

Well... technically, it was with her daughter.

Yeah, we're all going to Mike's Sugar Shack for the season kickoff.

- Really? - Mm-hmm.

Great.

Look who's here: Allison's husband.

You ever look at somebody and just hate their guts right away?

- You know, I had that very feeling when I first met you.

(door opening)

- Give me your best scotch.

Neat.

Do you wanna hear something funny about your client here?

- There you go. - He came to see us

at the funeral, and he was hitting on my wife...

- I wasn't... - ...right before my eyes.

- ...flirting with her. - When it comes to a man

wanting to screw my wife, believe me, I can tell.

I can't blame you for trying, though.

She's a great lay.

What a dumb, annoying skank. - Bart!

Don't! - What do you think

you're doing?

(soft, rapid heartbeats)

Goodnight, Bart. (exhaling heavily)

- (Abigail): Well, what do you think of the new dress?

- (Allison): You look amazing, honey.

I... just wish

you could see how beautiful you are.

- Well, that's something that's never gonna happen again.

But I don't care.

- You do care.

You know, honey...

you don't have to be so strong all the time.

- I'm fine.

- I just don't want you to keep everything inside.

- I do miss dancing.

- OK. What else?

You don't think I hear you crying at night?

(Allison exhaling heavily)

You think it's easy for me to ignore it?

But I know

if I show up,

you're just gonna throw a fit or...

make fun of me for...

thinking how you could possibly need my help.

- I don't know what to tell you, Mom.

I can't have you around

when all I wanna do

is sleep through the entire week,

just so that I don't feel sorry for myself,

or be angry at my friends for...

thinking that I don't wanna go on our monthly shopping trips.

It just sucks.

All of it.

- Come here.

- (Bart): He's a bad man.

And Allison is a good person

with a kind heart.

He has no right to call her

a skank.

No, you're wrong, Mother! He does deserve it.

No one deserves it

more than he does.

(tense music)

(whispering): Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes. Yes, yes, yes.

(ominous music)

(keys jangling) (car beeping)

Wyatt... (grunting)

I despise you. I've despised you

from the moment you started liking her photos, long before

you started dating her.

You don't deserve her.

You make me sick.

You always have.

(grunting)

♪♪♪

(heavy breathing)

(tense music)

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

Thanks.

- Looks like someone left us a ride.

- Let's check it out.

Left us the keys, too.

(footsteps)

- Don't you remember the darkness?

How much it hurt you?

Her presence...

She's toxic.

And the darkness you go through

makes it bad for everyone.

- I did not see her, Mother.

It's still very early. Go back to sleep.

(humming)

(chuckling)

- (Allison): It's not like him to not apologize

and beg the morning after.

- Please, tell me you won't accept his apologies.

- Of course not! I told you, it's over.

I just think it's weird that he hasn't called.

- Give him time to sober up.

Wyatt does whatever Wyatt wants.

(doorbell ringing)

- That must be the real estate agent.

(sighing)

Hi. - Hi. Lance Lancaster,

Merrick's Real Estate. I may be a few minutes early...

- Yes, come on in. - Thanks.

- Would you like some tea or coffee?

- Yes, please. Coffee, if you don't mind.

- I'll be right back. - Thanks.

- How well did you know my aunt?

- I kind of feel like I knew her really well.

But you know small towns. It's sort of like living

in a glass house. (Allison chuckling)

This is my daughter, Abigail.

- Hi. I didn't realize-- - You smell good.

What is it, Ralph Lauren?

- Uh... actually, yes. You've got a good nose.

- We're not sure we wanna sell the house.

- Abigail. - What?

I mean, we shouldn't waste his time.

Now that you're practically divorced,

we should take time to think this through. I like it here.

- I'm sorry. - No, I totally understand.

Look, selling or buying a house

is never a decision you should make lightly.

- I feel like we made you waste your time.

- No, don't worry about it. It happens all the time.

- Really? - No. It just seemed

like a nice thing to say.

All right. Well, let me know if you change your mind.

- I will.

You have a good day now.

- You too. I'll be waiting for your call.

- Well, he sounded like a nice guy.

- An embarrassed nice guy,

thanks to you. - Sorry.

- Do- Do you really like it h? - I do.

People don't seem to yell as much here.

You've gotta love a little peace and quiet once in a while.

- You're right.

And it's not that far.

Maybe I could try to book

and bunch up my fittings and shopping sessions.

- Was he cute?

He sounded cute. - I don't know!

- Oh! He was, wasn't he?

- Stop it. I've been separated,

well, if you can call it that, for about 20 minutes.

- Well, believe me, that divorce is just a matter of time.

(eerie music)

- When she was young, you would do the same.

You followed her to the library,

read the same books, ate the same food,

watched the same movies.

What, do you like it?

Having someone dictate your life to you?

Like this?

- No one is dictating my life.

- You are wrong.

Where are you going? Oh...

Are you gonna follow her everywhere? Traipse all over the place?

- Mother, I'd like to get by.

- ALL RIGHT!

- Ah, here it is.

Oh, my God. It is the real estate agent,

Lance Lancaster. What are the chances?

- Well, it is a small town. You should go talk to him.

- You never give up, do you? No, I'm not gonna go talk to him!

OK, we should go. Oh! Heh heh. - Hey.

I know you two. You're not following me, are you?

- I was just thinking the same thing.

- What's all this? I hope you're not leaving town, are you?

- No, we're just going to Philadelphia

to pick up a few things, but we have to go, so...

- Oh, me too. - OK.

- Mom, wasn't there something that you wanted to ask Lance?

- I was thinking, um...

if you're not... (sighing)

- Would you like to take us to Mike's Sugar Shack?

- Uh... of course.

Yeah. That place is awesome. I'd love to take both of you.

- Great.

(ominous sound indication)

- "Would you like to take us

to Mike's Sugar Shack?" Really? - Yeah.

- Where do you come up with these ideas? - It was actually that

accountant and old friend of yours that suggested it.

- You mean Bart McGregor? When?

- After the funeral. Remember, he gave me the paperwork

for tomorrow morning's meeting? - Right.

- Anyway, he was just trying to be nice, so he offered to take

the two of us. - Well, that's odd

that he would ask you and not me.

- But we're not going with him. We're going with that cute

real estate agent. - I can get anybody

'cause I'm Lance Lancaster.

He's not her type at all.

No. Wyatt was a problem, Mother...

And now, so is Lance Lancaster.

(suspenseful music)

- There's three messages for him. His boss is furious.

He's missed several appointments, and he's not returning his calls.

(sighing)

- This is a travel confirmation to Bangkok.

Departure March 1st.

- Wyatt went to Bangkok?

- And his passport's gone.

- (Bart): I'm seeing Allison tomorrow.

- Really? - Mm-hmm.

- Is that, uh... business or pleasure?

- I'm an old-fashioned gentleman, Benjamin.

I don't rush into anything.

- Hmm.

What about that...

that date you mentioned, going up to the Sugar Shack?

Is that still on?

- It's not a date...

but yes, it's still on.

- Good.

- Hey, what do you know about...

Lance Lancaster?

- Well, not much... other than the fact

that he's not the most scrupulous guy I've ever met.

- What do you mean? - Well, I've seen him around

and every time, he's with a different woman, and...

I use the term woman loosely.

I've had to ID several of his dates.

Why do you ask?

- No reason. - You know, I heard that...

he's gonna be selling Charlotte's house.

- Is that right? - Yeah.

I don't think

Allison's gonna be sticking around too much longer.

- Hmm.

- I just gotta use the restroom. - Sure.

- Listen very closely.

I don't care if you think I'm a monster.

I know you're not hiding

behind that mirror, Mother. I know you're not really there!

I know you're at home,

in bed...

probably judging me...

...'cause that's what you do best.

You wanna know what I do best?

Manage information

and solve challenging problems.

(doorbell ringing)

- Bart. Come on in.

- Uh, yeah, sorry.

(both chuckling)

Make sure...

- I don't know if this is right. - Yeah, that's it.

There, and then... - OK.

(chuckling) Oh, my goodness.

- That's perfect. So...

What's next? - I'll get back

to you tomorrow about your estate taxes,

and your annual property tax payments, as well as

your monthly mortgage payments,

and then you can decide what you wanna do from there?

- Sounds great.

(doorbell ringing) Oh.

- Ahem.

- Hello. - Hi! Oh... You didn't have

to do this. They're wonderful, though.

Thank you. - Well, I'm glad you like them.

Hi. - Hi.

- So, I'm...

taking these guys to Mike's Sugar Shack.

- Really?

Uh... oh... when?

- Right about now.

- Nice. - Well, uh...

thank you for your time, Bart.

We'll see you soon?

OK.

Bye.

OK. (both chuckling)

He's our accountant. - Yeah, I know.

Glass houses, remember?

You look beautiful, by the way.

- Thank you. - And so do you, Abigail.

(tense music)

♪♪♪

- I can't let him get away with this.

It's not right for Allison.

It's not right for Abigail either.

- (Lance): Nice. - (Allison): It is.

- (Lance): All right...

- OK, honey, it's right here. Just roll it back and forth.

(ominous music)

(indistinct speaking)

- (Lance): Well, one thing's for sure: they make much better coffee here.

- I have to agree. Mike should stick to syrup pancakes.

- Wow. Lance didn't waste any time, did he?

- As usual. - (Allison): Thank you.

- You think I got a shot at her? - The mother?

She's too old for you, man. - Shut up. The blind girl.

- Well, given that she really relies on voices and sounds, I'd say

she's more into guys that don't have a speech impediment.

- Shut up.

(tense music)

(gusting wind)

♪♪♪

(pop music playing)

- Sorry. - You're Abigail Jones.

- Do I know you? - No, I just, um...

- Figured it out? Not too many teenagers

walking around town with a cane, right?

- Right. I'm sorry about your aunt.

- Great aunt. Thanks.

- Listen, if you're still in town and you're up for it,

some of us are hanging at Pete's Pizza Place pretty much

every Friday and Saturday night.

- So, that's what you guys do around here on the weekend.

Go to the pizza place and drink root beer?

- That's right. Admit it, you're envious.

I'm Shane, by the way. Shane Sullivan.

Also known around town as the bartender's son.

- OK. I'll try to remember that.

(frightening sound indication)

(tense music)

♪♪♪

- Lance, Lance, Lance...

You should know better than to leave your social media account

open on your desktop.

♪♪♪

You've gotta be kidding me. She just turned 20.

How twisted can you be?

Wow...

Lots of photos on your hard drive.

How about

Lance and the 20-year-old...

all uploaded

by mistake.

And made public, too.

♪♪♪

- That was fun!

So...

What did you think of him?

- I don't know.

- What's with the sudden change of heart?

- I overheard something at the diner.

- Really?

- Something about Lance

not wasting time, as usual,

to invite a recently-single woman over.

- First of all, I'm not officially single,

and second, we kind of forced him to invited us, remember?

(sighing) - Right.

- Can you believe

he's in Thailand right now? - What an ass.

(beeping)

- Abigail... - What?

- It's Lance...

- Well, it must have been Molly! Look, the girl is in love

with me, OK? She kept wanting us

to get together. I told her she was too young,

it wouldn't work out, but... No, I didn't sleep with her!

What are you talking about? We just... fooled around.

Whatever! Nothing happened.

Look, I don't know! But she tagged as many people

as she could, so she must have had my password or something.

- (Allison): She's like, two years older than you.

- He's a jerk. And so was Wyatt.

- But it's got me wondering if he came

because of you or because of me.

- Mom... please. Let's not spend another second

talking about such a creep.

- You're right. (cell phone buzzing)

- Who is it? - My best client.

- Patricia Taylor?

- She wants a new classy outfit or her and her husband for an

upcoming charity event. She wants to go shopping tomorrow.

Hey... you feel like taking a day trip

to Philly tomorrow afternoon?

- Sure. I mean, if I can get some new clothes too.

(chuckling) - Deal.

(phone ringing)

Hello? - [Hi. It's Bart MacGregor.]

- [Oh, Bart. Hi, how are you?] - Great.

Listen, um...

I worked my magic and made sure you wouldn't be required

[to pay capital gains tax on the difference]

between what you would net from a possible sale.

Do you think I could maybe come over

tomorrow afternoon and go over the details with you?

- Tomorrow's no good. Abigail and I

[are going into Philadelphia to do a bit of shopping.]

- Oh, OK. How about tonight?

- Yeah. OK, sure. - Sounds wonderful.

I'll see you later. - [OK.]

- Given what time

it is, she'll probably invite you over to dinner.

Now, do not dares

mistake this for a date. Do not be so naïve.

- Can't you just be happy for me? - It is not a date, Bart!

It's far from it!

- I know.

(gusting wind)

Well, here's how creative your mother is. Do you remember,

in the third grade, Mrs. Dawson

gave us a science test, and one

of the questions was,

"please list the three states of matter."

- Yes.

Unfortunately, I do remember.

And I'm gonna get some more wine.

- Instead of solids, liquids and gases,

your mother answered,

"New York, Pennsylvania, and Ohio."

The three states that matter.

(laughing) - (Allison): Ha ha.

- Oh. Uh...

I got you a present.

- A present?

What for?

- Just a little something

to underline an old... rekindled friendship.

- What is it?

- Well, open it up.

The Beatles! I know how much you love them.

- The Beatles. - Well, not the actual Beatles,

because that would be impossible.

But, it's a tribute band. Apparently, they're amazing.

I got us three tickets. - "Us"?

- Yeah. For Abigail, you and me. Next weekend.

Well, are you...

You're not happy?

Uh... I know how much you keep talking about them

and liking them all over social media, so...

- How would you know that? I... I never--

- You don't wanna go.

- Don't get me wrong. I love the gesture.

But I can't accept this.

- Um...

I don't understand. Why not?

- Well, you probably already know

that I'm going through a tough time right now.

And I just

wanna be there for Abigail.

I wanna focus on this house and my work.

- Uh... I thought you would be happy.

- Well, I am happy, but...

Bart...

This was a very nice thing to do.

But like I said, I can't accept this.

I hate to do this, but it's getting late

and I'd really like to go to bed early tonight.

- Yeah. No, I understand.

Yeah.

You don't wanna go out with me. You never have,

and you never will.

Am I right?

Or am I wrong?

- You're right.

But don't take this the wrong way, Bart.

I'm actually considering not dating for a long,

long while. OK? So you're not the only one.

Here.

(tense music)

- Ahem. I have to get going anyway.

You have a good night.

- Well, I hope you understand.

- I do.

- Don't kid yourself, Bart.

You knew this was gonna happen.

Well, actually, it's a good thing.

- How is it a good thing?

- Had she fallen for you,

you would have made her life a living hell,

which is exactly what you've done to me.

- Mother, please don't say another word.

- You're a sick man, Bart. - Mother...

- I know what's

going through your mind right now.

You need to stay away from her.

- I said stop it!

I didn't want it to come to this, Mother,

but I knew it might!

- Bart, what are you doing?

- Did you know that an overdose of potassium chloride

almost automatically causes severe heart arrhythmias

and mimics a heart attack?

Most good medical examiners

will detect abnormal injection marks, though.

- Bart, you don't know what you're doing.

- Except when it comes to a patient

with a spinal cord injury who shows a drastic loss

of body potassium.

- They're going to know

that you were behind this.

- No, they won't.

You have injection marks all over your arms.

You're the perfect candidate, Mother.

In a matter of a few short minutes,

your heart will spasm

out of control and go into sudden cardiac arrest.

- No, Bart, please. - And then...

I will call 9-1-1

and cry my heart out.

And I won't have to fake it.

I will be really sad.

- No... Bart. No, no. Please. Please.

No, Bart. Think! No, no. Think about what you're doing, Bart! No! No!

NO, PLEASE! NO!

YOU CAN'T DO THIS!

NO, BART! NO! I don't want to die.

Please stop, Bart! No!

You've got... you've got to stop! No!

Stop! Please, please, please! No! No!

STOP! STOP, BART! No...

No, no...

(crying)

(heavy breathing)

(soft music)

(groaning)

(heavy breathing)

(crying)

(fast-paced music)

♪♪♪

(tense music)

(camera clicking)

(camera clicking)

- They even smell bad.

(camera clicking)

(door creaking)

♪♪♪

(keys jangling)

(gusting wind)

(eerie music)

(dramatic sound indication)

(birds chirping)

(indistinct speaking)

Thank you.

(crow cawing)

(rising music)

(eerie music)

♪♪♪

Let's do this together.

(suspenseful music)

(birds chirping)

- Hey, Bart.

- Ben. What are you doing here?

- Are you gonna invite me in, or should we just talk

in your doorway here? - I'm sorry. I...

I'm not really feeling well right now.

- Oh. I'm sorry to hear that.

Listen, I...

I know things have been rough for you

since your mother passed, and... I just thought

I'd stop by and see if there was anything I could do to help.

- No. Thanks.

- You sure?

- Yeah.

- OK, then.

- Bye.

(door locking)

(car engine starting)

- Kissing a boy.

- You're in your 40s, Mom. That would be weird.

- Wow. No. I meant you, smarty pants.

I thought you said you did already kiss a boy.

- Well, I mean, I did kiss Simon Sawyer that one time

when you drove me to his mom's house, but... it was awful!

We were both so nervous and...

he put his tongue out, and I wasn't expecting it,

and... it was just... bad.

(laughing)

- I'm sorry.

(both chuckling)

(eerie music)

♪♪♪

(exhaling heavily)

(suspenseful music)

- Mom? - Yes?

- I think there's someone in the house.

- It's OK, honey. Go back to bed.

♪♪♪

(door locking)

- Mom, call the cops!

(gasping)

(Bart grunting) (muffled exclamations)

(object clattering)

(rapid breathing)

(suspenseful music)

It's you again!

I can smell your aftershave. What do you want from us?!

- I'm not gonna hurt you. - What did you do to my mother?!

WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY MOTHER?!

- She's asleep. I won't hurt her either.

- LEAVE NOW!

LEAVE!

LEAVE NOW! LEAVE! (ragged breathing)

LEAVE!

LEAVE!

(muffled exclamations)

(Bart grunting) (muffled screaming)

- It's OK. (muffled exclamations)

OK.

OK. OK.

OK.

OK. (heavy breathing)

(foreboding music)

(muffled grunting)

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

(crow cawing)

- (Ben): Wait, so they saw him pulling the trailer?

- Yeah, like he was moving.

- Well, this isn't good.

- Did he tell anyone he was leaving?

- Not that I know of.

He came into the bar to see me, but he didn't mention anything.

- Do you think we should call the cops?

- It's not illegal.

I just... I got this feeling something was up, though.

(crow cawing) - (Bart): Here. Here.

Look.

I understand

how you feel right now, but...

you will get to know me.

And you will both love me eventually.

Allison, you're the love of my life.

You're both gonna be so happy here!

I... I refused to sell this place years ago

because I knew it would be the perfect spot for us.

The river, the sheep which I just bought,

just for you, the chickens.

(chuckling)

Quiet country life.

I'm gonna lose the handcuffs now.

But please, don't...

don't do anything stupid.

OK? It would be pointless anyway.

- What...

What is all this?

- This is all for you.

All your favourite brands of food,

your favourite authors,

favourite movies,

favourite everything. I even got

your favourite brands of clothing.

- How?

- People don't pay attention.

I do.

Because I care.

(birds chirping)

- So, what are you saying? We're here on a hunch?

- Bart always had a crush on Allison.

Some people would say it was more of an obsession.

The same people that think Bart threw his own mother

down the stairs when she refused to let him

invite Allison over one day.

She swore it was an accident.

I, for one, tended to believe her,

but now, I don't know anymore.

- Wow.

- Car's still in there. - Then they're probably home.

- Do you think it's possible they just willingly left

with Bart for more than a day on a road trip of some kind?

- Yeah.

I guess anything's possible.

(sighing) I'm not liking this.

- Abigail, I know you're blind, but please don't...

don't drop food like that on your lap.

I'm...

I'm very keen on keeping everything clean.

We're gonna have to help each other out.

- Are you freaking kidding me?

- Language, Abigail.

We're gonna have to set some rules.

Hmm? Some very important rules.

- Really? Well, how's this for a rule?

- God! - Abigail!

- No!

- Abigail, get up. Get up.

Keep hold of me.

Come on.

Step. Step down. Step down. OK. (door closing)

(sighing) Careful, careful.

Careful. Careful, baby. OK. OK.

(sighing)

OK, baby. Turn right. Turn right. Turn right.

OK, so get in.

(car door closing)

Oh, no, no, no.

- What? What? - It's not starting.

(exhaling heavily)

It's not starting. It's not starting.

Honey, I'm dialling 9-1-1. OK?

Here. Oh, come on!

What is it?

There's no battery. - What? Oh, no...

I left the keys and the phone there on purpose, Allison.

I wanted you to see me put them away so that you would

understand there's nowhere to go.

Please, just...

come on back in the house.

(crying)

(tense music)

Um...

I found some mud

in the bathroom.

I appreciate that you changed

into some clean clothes...

...but please go clean up your mess.

(tense music)

(rapid spraying)

(metallic jangling)

(inaudible speaking)

- What are you doing? - Remember this smell.

- (Bart): Everything about this place is perfect.

I've kept it for years, and I never told anyone about it,

knowing no one would ever find us here. It's not even

on the map. I thought for sure

bringing you here would right away

ease my obsession.

But now that you are here, I...

I want more.

I'm not gonna hurt you.

But I am consumed with making you love me.

- Bart...

you still have some food on your shirt.

(water running)

♪♪♪

- Who's up for a little Three Stooges?

(indistinct whispering)

You wanna know what angers me the most?

Not what people say about me.

It's what they whisper.

- What's with the cooler,

urn and picnic stuff on the kitchen table?

- We're going on

a little road trip tomorrow morning.

All four of us.

There's something I've been...

dying to show you. I really think you're gonna love it.

- "All four of us?"

- It's a joke.

I may bring Mother along

and scatter her ashes out there.

- Do you think I could go outside and get some air?

I need to stretch my legs.

Take a walk.

You can come too, of course.

- OK, sure.

(door closing)

(coughing)

(fast-paced music)

♪♪♪

(metallic jangling)

Stop.

What are you doing? - What do you mean?

- Let's head back inside.

- Well, can't we just go--

- No.

Hurry up.

(door opening)

(door closing)

- (Ben): So, one night Bart's in here, and he starts telling me

this story. His mother, Cecilia,

she's got this friend who owned a ranch in Darby.

Turns out that Bart ends up

buying this ranch for a bargain. Then he's back in here

a few days later. I'm asking him all about it.

He says he didn't know what I was talking about.

I always found that kind of odd.

- OK. Interesting lead.

What do you wanna do?

- Well, I have a friend at County Records. I'm gonna call

him up in the morning; see if I can find out about this ranch.

- We should sleep. We have a... big day tomorrow.

Please take a hot shower

and brush your teeth.

(suspenseful music)

♪♪♪

- (whispering): Oh!

Oh, God!

Oh, my God! - You're wasting your time.

They're not the same calibre.

It was a test.

And you failed.

Again.

I put a lot of thought into all of this.

The car battery, the cell phone, the landline.

How stupid do you think I am?

(tense music)

Here it is!

A feast for your eyes and a feast for your ears.

Listen to that! Isn't that powerful?

It's one of nature's best concerts.

Come on.

Come on. (chuckling)

(distant plane engine)

(phone ringing)

- Ben Sullivan.

Yes.

Tomorrow morning? OK, great. Can you

have him phone me as soon as he gets in? It's very important.

- Yeah.

- Today was nice.

The rapids.

I loved it.

- I knew you would.

- I was thinking we could go again tomorrow?

- Seriously?

(Bart chuckling)

Are you kidding me? Of course we can go back.

All three of us. - Actually...

I wouldn't mind going just you and me.

- Really?

Abigail, are you OK with that?

- Sure.

- Well, this is fantastic.

Yeah.

- What's the emergency? I was right in the middle of biology class.

- You're coming with me. - You got an address for the ranch in Darby?

- I sure did. Come on.

Come on!

(fast-paced music)

- You're not handcuffing my daughter to the fireplace.

- It's OK, Mom. - We'll just be gone

for a few hours. She'll be fine.

I don't think you realize

I would kill for you.

As a matter of fact, I have killed for you.

- What do you mean? - Wyatt.

He was a bad man.

- Wyatt's in Thailand.

- You wanna know something else?

I killed Mother too...

...because she said

mean things about you.

She never liked you.

(groaning)

I know why you wanted to come here.

You want her to escape.

It's OK.

In some ways, I want her to leave too.

I don't know what your plan is.

But yes,

we're better off if it's just the two of us.

(fast-paced music)

(grunting)

(grunting)

(grunting)

- Oh, my God.

(exhaling heavily)

Oh, God...

(chickens clucking)

(distant vehicle driving past)

(sniffling)

- At last. 10 years

of my life, I've spent over 30 hours a week

studying your social media pages...

looking you up...

analyzing every aspect of your life...

...and sometimes...

...I can get extremely jealous.

- We're almost there. - All right.

(birds chirping) - I think we should just leave.

Right now.

We could drive down to Mexico and make it

across the border by the end of the week.

- You want me to abandon my daughter?

- Would you rather

have her come with us?

Or let her live her own life, without being...

How can I put this?

Under my constant supervision.

(heavy breathing)

(fast-paced music)

- What the...

- It's her, Dad.

It's Abigail Jones.

- You know, the more I think about it,

the more I think it's a good idea.

I feel her resentment.

I don't think she'll ever accept me.

She'll certainly never like me.

- (Ben): How far away from here are these rapids?

- About an hour, I guess.

- 50 miles radius, there's actually a few.

- And there was a plane. It was flying pretty low.

(crow cawing)

- Can I touch you?

Ju...

Just your hand.

(crow cawing)

(eerie music)

(Bart exhaling heavily)

- OK. The closest local airport would be

Smith Stewart Field, and there's rapids nearby,

just minutes away. Stony Creek. 40 miles away from here.

- You know, my mother once said,

"Sometimes, if it's too good to be true...

...it's just too good to be true."

- I don't think

I understand what you're getting at.

- I don't trust you.

It's all too easy:

you agreeing to come to Mexico with me,

abandoning Abigail.

- I won't lie.

This is not what I truly want,

but it is better than the alternative.

- What do you truly want?

- I want you to turn yourself in, Bart.

And I want

this nightmare to be over.

(Bart breathing heavily)

- You consider

all of this

a nightmare?

- Of course.

(Allison gasping)

Oh...

- No, we think they're near Smith Stewart Field Airport.

- [The kidnapped?] - The Stony Creek Rapids.

- [Stony Creek.] - Yes.

- [And the daughter?] - Yes, her daughter's with us.

- [Can I speak to her?] - Hold on. - Hello?

- Kiss me.

I wanna make this work.

And I'll do whatever it takes.

Now, kiss me.

Come on.

(birds chirping)

(groaning)

(dramatic music)

♪♪♪

(heavy breathing)

- ALLISON!

ALLISON!

- That's it there. That's Bart's SUV right there.

- ALLISON!

(heavy breathing)

- Listen. You stay here with Abigail 'til the police arrive,

all right? - No! Shane can stay and wait

for the cops. I'm coming with you. Don't worry about me.

I won't slow you down. - If you think I'm gonna leave

you here, you're out of your mind. I can do this all day.

Sooner or later, you've gotta come out.

This didn't have to be like this, Allison.

(heavy breathing)

ALLISON!

(suspenseful music)

Allison...

Allison... - BART!

The police are on their way!

Where's Allison?

- Mom? - Oh, my God! Honey!

- She's coming. She's coming.

(gunshot)

Bart!

I'm begging you. Please, stop this.

Bart, look at me.

Bart. I know you.

I know you're not gonna do anything wrong.

I know that. And neither am I.

OK?

So, we're both gonna put our guns down.

All right?

I'll even put mine down first.

I'm putting my gun down.

(tense music)

- You know what?

That's not how this ends.

I would rather kill you than not get to spend

my life with you. - NO, NO, NO! BART! BART, STOP!

PLEASE! Please, stop. - This has nothing

to do with you.

Leave now, or I'll shoot you! - I'm not going anywhere, Bart.

(groaning) - Bart!

Stop it!

- What are you doing?

WHY DON'T YOU LOVE ME?!

Allison.

Allison, come on.

Come.

- I'm never going anywhere with you!

NEVER!

(gunshot)

(Bart groaning)

(uneven breathing)

Thank you so much for finding us.

- I did nothing.

It was all Abigail.

She couldn't have painted me a better picture of where

you were.

- Honey...

You're amazing.

I love you so much, honey.

(ragged breathing)

(birds chirping)

(indistinct speaking)

- Hey. Did you really tell the guys

you were coming with me to Pete's Pizza Place tonight?

- Pizza and root beer on a Friday night? How could I

possibly miss out on such a nice evening?

- Great. So, um, does that mean I'm like, almost your boyfriend?

- Not really. It just means that you were right.

- About what? - I do prefer guys that

don't have a speech impediment. - You mean you heard that?

When I was talking to Bobby?

So, um, do you wanna go grab a bite?

- Sure.

- So, you really did hear us talk at the diner?

- Yeah. - Wait.

Did you hear me saying you were cute?

- Maybe. - Oh, my God...

I really...

I really did mean it, though.

Closed Captioning by SETTE inc