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I can't believe I have to ask you this.

Yesterday, it wouldn't have even entered my mind,

but now…

I feel like, as your wife, I have a right to know.

Did you kill her?

You stay right there.

Mrs. Lambert.

Well?

Home sweet home.

Or, it will be once it's restored.

If it had been perfect,

we wouldn't have been able to afford it.

We'll fix it up.

- But first… - Oh.

…I'm carrying my beautiful new wife over the threshold.

- Ready? - Yeah.

Okay.

How about this?

- Yeah, yeah. Yeah. - Yeah, I like it.

But… keep or throw?

- Keep! - Yeah?

I've had Katie since I was six.

And who knows?

Maybe one day we'll have a little girl who will love her like I did.

- Okay, she can stay. - Okay.

But only if I get to keep all my baseball stuff.

Hmm.

Let's see.

Right?

This is perfect.

That'll be great for parties.

Little dip, some chips.

Come on. Listen to that.

No sirens or busy traffic,

or sidewalk arguments.

It's perfect.

This.

Buying a lot.

Staying at one of the holiday lodges over in Shawville?

No, actually, we just moved here permanently.

We bought Archford Farm.

It's a little place out of town.

I know it. Yeah.

I heard they sold it to some new people.

More like the wrong people.

Think you're the first to move from the city

with dreams of farming?

Actually, I grew up on a farm.

I remember the long hours and the hard work my dad had to put in.

Which is why we're advertising for tenants.

People to share our home with in exchange for help with the workload.

Know anyone who might be interested?

Phil owns the farm next to yours.

Rumor was he was intending to buy Archford

add its acreage to his.

But he got outbid at the last second,

and I guess he just found out who by.

He'll warm to you.

And to show you we're friendly around here,

I'm gonna open up a store account for you.

Pay when you like.

- Thank you so much. - Yeah. Thank you.

As the owner, glad to help.

That was the main bedroom.

And we think this room would make an amazing nursery someday.

I said someday, Amber.

First, we need to rent a room,

find help to restore this place.

But, yeah, I could see myself in here with a baby,

in our beautiful new home.

It's perfect.

Thanks, Brooke.

And again, I'm sorry I didn't announce the wedding.

Joe and I just wanted to marry before we moved,

- without all the stress and expense. - We get it.

You wanted small and intimate staring into Joe's eyes

instead of worrying about cakes,

dresses, and seating plans.

Amber's right.

Thanks for understanding.

- Maria! - Oh.

Sounds like Joe needs me.

- Okay, lovely ladies. See you soon. - Bye.

Bye.

We are about a two hours drive from the city.

Not too far, but far enough.

And this is Archford Farm,

our beautiful home.

So if you're another couple

able to help and wanting to share in our dream,

then we would love, love to hear from you.

All right. I'll upload it now.

Local ads, social media, just blitz it.

Great.

Think anyone will respond?

Yeah. Yeah, of course. Who wouldn't wanna live here?

It's even nicer in person.

Seriously?

You didn't see the peeling paint or the broken shutters?

I see potential.

You think all I see is a blank canvas whenever I start a new painting?

You think Michelangelo just saw a lump of rock

when he started sculpting the Statue of David?

You know, I mean Michelangelo the artist, right?

Not the turtle.

I'm an artist.

Paintings, mostly.

As soon as I saw your ad,

I knew this would be the perfect place to live and work.

It's calm, open, yet invigorating.

I mean, I love the city,

but sometimes it can just feel like it's a bit much.

Little claustrophobic.

Oh, we felt the same way.

We both had decent office jobs,

but felt trapped,

that there was a better, healthier way to live

than rushing to work,

drinking energy drinks just to stay awake

and stare at spreadsheets.

So, you know, when this place came on the market,

and we had enough savings to bid for it,

we just left it to chance.

Plus, my dad died last year.

He used to run a farm similar to this.

And, uh, moving here and working here

feels like a great way to honor his legacy.

Keep his memory alive.

Wait, I'm… I'm sorry.

We just met, and this is supposed to be about you two.

No, those things are important.

I mean, when my mom passed,

I painted a portrait of her every week for six months.

I still do, now and again just to feel close to her.

Yeah, I work in bars, kitchens, uh,

whatever I can get my hands on.

But I do have farming experience.

I can help with the livestock, machining tool repair,

even harvesting when that time comes.

That's music to our ears.

We have big plans for Archford,

but need more hands just to get up and running.

Uh, Vicki, how about you? Do you have any farming experience?

No.

And full disclosure, just the idea of getting muddy in a field

fills me with horror.

But I do have a lot of experience in decorating and restoration

and how to get old stains out of rugs.

Sorry, I shouldn't have said that, should I?

I just… I tend to ramble when I'm nervous.

And right now, I am really nervous

because I would really like to live here.

It's perfect.

That's fine, but there are drawbacks.

I mean, as you can see, this place needs a lot of work.

And the heating's temperamental, and we don't even have a TV.

That's fine.

Though I admit I will miss watching baseball.

- Oh, you're a fan? - Mm-hmm.

Do you have a team?

Angels all the way, baby.

My dad, he was from California,

so he insisted that I support them too.

- You're an Angels fan? - Mm-hmm.

No way, me too!

All right, I've heard enough. They can move in.

Hold on, hold on.

You guys seem really great,

but there are other couples interested.

It would be wrong to make a final decision

without meeting them first, right, Joe?

Yeah.

Bye.

"Other couples interested"?

They've been the only ones to reply so far.

He didn't comfort her.

Excuse me?

When she was talking about her mom passing,

you could tell it meant something to her,

and he just moved on talking about his other jobs.

Okay, so that's a reason to turn them down?

- They seem perfect. - Yeah.

Let's give it a shot. What do we have to lose?

Welcome.

We were expecting you to arrive in a moving van.

Well, most of my things are in storage,

so they can arrive later.

And Clay, after serving in the army, can live out of one bag.

- All right. - All right, good drive?

- Yeah. - Easy, right?

Okay.

I'm unpacked.

So it's official, we're staying.

Great.

You trying to find a color?

Yeah.

Hmm.

The room faces east,

so you want something that's gonna balance out the sunlight.

Let's try this.

Yeah. See, that's better.

Soft, calming, but it doesn't have the cold

of a blue or a gray.

I like it.

Me too.

W-Wait, wait, don't move.

I wanna capture you just as you are.

Authentic.

Oh, come on.

It's hot.

I look horrible.

Not to me.

To our home.

Looking better and better every day,

thanks to our wonderful tenants.

Cheers.

- Cheers. - Cheers.

Do one of you play chess?

Oh, I do.

My dad taught me strategies and opening moves

when I was, like, three.

Do you wanna play a game?

I wouldn't put you through that.

I've been accused, rightfully so,

of taking ages to make a move.

- So… - I don't mind.

Oh, and there's this great chess website.

It works on your phone or your computer.

Just create a username

and you can play and send me moves in your own time.

Sure.

How did you guys meet?

Not that interesting.

We just met at a coffee shop one evening

and got to talking and hit it off.

Wait, Clay already told me you met through a friend.

Right. I was getting coffee for a friend.

What about you two though? How did you two meet?

Uh, we met through a friend too.

Maria's.

I was dating her.

It's okay. There was no overlap, no bad blood.

I was dating Brooke for maybe a month

until we realized we were not compatible.

But during that time, I met Maria,

and, yeah, I'm a lucky guy.

Right.

She's lucky to have you too.

Are those the clothes I left down the hallway just now?

Yeah.

It's okay. I was doing laundry anyways.

No, you don't understand.

You weren't supposed to touch 'em.

I left them out there because I was taking a shower.

There's something in there that I need.

Something in the pocket.

My mistake.

I must have dropped it while I was working outside, so…

Thank you.

No, it's easy.

- Okay, ready? - Yes.

No!

- That was good. - You don't wanna throw overhand?

No, I'm kind of scared. Please don't throw it hard.

- Don't throw it hard! Don't throw it hard. - I won't. Glove out.

Okay.

Oh! Okay, I almost had it. I almost had it.

Okay, try one more time.

All right.

- Oh my gosh. - That's not bad.

Yeah, so put your two fingers right here.

And then instead of throwing it underhand, go overhand.

You wanna bring it back like this.

- Like this? - Yes.

Point right at me and come right through.

Okay.

I'm sorry, Maria.

The army drilled into us

that we shouldn't be leaving our stuff lying around and…

just now you caught the wrong end of it, my guilt. So…

I understand. Um…

Did you find what you were looking for?

Yeah, it was just a…

lousy $20 bill, so…

It's okay.

By the way,

I checked out that chess site you recommended.

Username is Clay91 if you still wanna play.

Yeah.

Yeah, definitely.

How are you and Clay getting along?

He's a bit quiet sometimes, but he's an okay guy.

How about Vicki?

Getting along with her?

Sure. Despite the flirting.

Ugh.

I didn't wanna say anything, be the suspicious jealous wife.

I told her she should rethink how she acted around me a little.

And she was okay with that?

Fine, yeah.

Hey, it's okay.

And, you know, she won't be the last.

You're married to a good-looking guy.

Oh. But certainly not a modest one.

Clay, why do you always do this?

Why do you refuse to listen to me?

- I'm trying to talk to you-- - 'Cause all you want--

You think you make all the decisions here? You don't.

Is it okay if I head to the lake to paint?

The light this morning is amazing.

But if you need me to stay and help with this…

No, go ahead. I've got this.

Is this your dad?

Yeah.

I really hope he's proud of what I'm trying to build here.

Yeah, I'm sure he would be.

Is everything okay?

I thought I heard you and Clay arguing last night.

Yeah, Clay and I are fine.

Our talking is most people's arguing.

And you're both happy here?

Yeah.

I mean, why wouldn't we be?

You've opened up your home to us, Maria,

and you've been nothing but kind.

Hey.

What is it?

Nothing. Ignore me.

I'm just… I'm just tired.

I didn't get much sleep last night, so…

I better go. The light changes so fast.

Okay. Have fun.

Please leave a message after the tone.

Hey, Vicki.

I just finished up at the house.

I need some fresh air and to stretch my legs.

I'm coming to you.

Vicki?

Vicki?

Are you still here?

Vicki?

…water.

Mr. and Mrs. Lambert?

Hi, I'm Detective Reed.

- Hi. - I'm here to ask you some questions.

Oh, uh, we already gave statements to your colleagues.

They were the first responders.

I'll be taking charge of the investigation from this point onward.

Investigation?

It looked like she had just slipped

and hit her head on a rock.

It was an accident, wasn't it?

With any sudden or unusual death,

this is standard practice.

You told my colleague that the deceased

was a tenant of yours, is that correct?

Mm-hmm, yeah.

Her name, Vicki, was that shortened from Victoria?

Uh, I'm not sure.

I think so.

But you're better off asking Clay.

Her partner? Uh, is he here?

He didn't suggest meeting at the lake to see if he can help?

Like I said, I'd already told him it was too late.

Even so, he didn't wanna come and see her anyway?

His girlfriend, a woman he presumably cared about.

Were you with Clay when he took the call?

Me? No.

No, I was driving back from town. I had to get some timber.

Huh.

And Vicki and Clay shared this room, right?

Mm-hmm.

They didn't have separate bedrooms?

No.

You mind telling us what you're thinking, Detective?

Well, I'm thinking a woman has drowned,

and now I'm concerned her partner is missing,

along, it appears, with all his stuff.

Oh. He only came here with one bag.

But that bag of things should still be here, right?

I mean…

…must be around here somewhere.

And he had clothes, book, a phone charger,

um, and even a toothbrush.

He's packed up and left.

Why would he do that?

She was so kind.

So upbeat and energetic, but…

For all that to be gone, extinguished in a moment, I--

Right now, I'm just more concerned about Clay.

I'm not being callous. I'm just…

I'm just trying to figure it all out.

Well…

People respond to death differently.

Maybe he was too upset to process things or see her body.

I mean, that would explain things.

Okay, so then where is he now, hours later?

I think he killed her.

We don't know that.

Maybe it was an accident.

He killed her, and then he fled.

Well, why would he do that?

You said you heard them arguing last night.

Yes.

Well, they fell out over something.

But Vicki said they were fine this morning.

That's what she said.

Okay.

It's been a rough day.

I'm just gonna lock up for the night and we'll get some rest, all right?

We're sorry.

The number you have reached is not--

Been busy today, Orrin?

Can't complain.

Okay, that comes to 56.50.

Thanks.

Could you please add that to our account?

Afraid not.

Your account's ended.

There's been a change in policy.

Oh.

For everyone or just us?

For everyone.

Look, you should know what happened to Vicki,

the woman who died, it had nothing to do with us.

That's none of my business.

How would you like to pay today?

Cash.

People are bound to be suspicious.

Yeah, I get that. But they can't ask us questions

or get our side of the story?

Oh, great.

It's okay. I just wanted to say how sorry I am when I heard

about what happened on your land the other day.

Death of that poor woman.

Thank you. I appreciate that.

Yeah, I can imagine that's the last thing you need,

on top of trying to start a farm from scratch.

But I want you to know that I can help you.

Really?

That would be great. Thank you.

Um, if we could just use your carrier tractor

- for a couple of days, that would be-- - Hold on, hold on. I…

You misunderstand.

By help, I mean…

offer an exit ramp.

For the right price, I could buy Archford Farms off you.

A woman has died and you're seeing it as an opportunity?

- I'm just trying to be helpful. - No.

You're just trying to take advantage.

But here's my answer. Our home, our farm, is not for sale.

Not yet.

- What? Are you crazy? - Joe!

Oh, that's the thanks I get?

No, it's what you deserve!

Hey!

- Enough! - Let's go.

He snapped.

- He just attacked me. - Hey, hey, wait.

Kinda makes you wonder, right?

- Hey. - Hey.

I'm heading out for a walk.

Ooh, wait, wait, wait. As far out as the lake?

Just through the woods.

But I love you for caring.

Okay.

If I finish this fast enough, I'll catch up to you.

Okay.

Joe?

Is that you?

Is someone else out here?

You should know I'm…

I'm not alone.

Joe?

Joe!

Where are you?

- What's wrong? - The woods, someone chased me.

Followed me back here.

What?

Oh, whoever it was, they're gone now.

- Did you see who it was? - No, I don't know. I…

I only caught a glimpse of them through the trees.

Was it a man?

Maybe?

I don't know, but someone was definitely out there.

Yeah. And I think I know who.

Come on, we'll take the truck.

There he is!

What do you want?

The woodland on our farm, someone was stalking me.

Trying to frighten me.

So?

Wait.

- You think it was me? - Yeah.

You want Archford Farms.

You made it pretty clear you resent us for buying it.

Hold on, hold on.

So that automatically makes me a creep?

I didn't have anything to do with any stalking.

Okay, where were you this morning then?

Hmm? About an hour ago.

I don't have to tell you anything.

But for your information,

I was at church with my son, my wife,

and the whole congregation.

Get off my land and don't come back,

unless you're ready to sell.

So far, public records.

The other usual channels haven't found

anyone fitting Clay and Vicki's description.

That's leading us to suspect they were using false names.

Why would they do that?

You know as much as I do.

But whoever Vicki was,

the autopsy results show that she was involved in a struggle

before she fell into the water.

She was murdered?

Was certainly attacked.

By Clay?

We don't have conclusive proof, but he's certainly a suspect.

You should talk to our neighbor.

He has been nothing but hostile since we moved here.

You mean Phil Gordon?

He is head of one of the most liked

and respected families in the district.

So what?

That absolves him of any police investigation?

- Joe. - No, you said it yourself,

someone was out there.

I know you've had a scare,

but I'm just asking you to help put your mind at ease.

Our minds will be at ease when you find Clay

and get us some answers.

I'm sorry if Joe was abrupt.

Perfectly understandable.

By the way, I read in the witness report

that you two were only recently married.

Less than a month ago.

We moved here right after the wedding.

You were in a rush to leave Chicago?

More so to get here, begin our new life as soon as possible.

We put in an offer on the house, got accepted.

Joe wanted to be married before we moved in.

It's… it's a miracle we managed it all, honestly.

Hmm. And how long did you know Joe prior to marrying him?

Not long.

We met through a friend,

and I guess you could say lightning struck.

We realized we loved each other

and wanted to leave the rat race as soon as possible

to start our new life out here, together.

Mm, I can appreciate that.

I'm married too.

I love my husband.

I must after being with him 12 years.

But you know what's interesting?

To this day, I'm still finding out new things about him.

Hmm.

Take care, Maria.

Joe, wake up.

Hmm?

I think someone's in the house.

Stay behind me.

Somebody out here?

You better show yourself now.

Less trouble for you that way.

I'm sure I heard something.

I'll go check in the back.

The piece is knocked over!

Joe?

Someone was in here.

They must have hit the table in the dark.

I mean, all the windows are intact. They're all locked.

Did you check the doors?

Clay had a key.

- Are you sure you locked it? - Yeah, I'm positive.

After everything that happened, I double-checked.

Joe.

Clay!

Why are you hiding?

Or is it you out there, Phil?

Too much of a coward to show your face?

I don't, I don't get it.

Clay, if it was him, he just let himself into the house

and walked around in the dark?

And he ran out when he heard us.

If-If I hadn't been awake,

- if I hadn't heard him moving around-- - Okay.

Maybe you heard a creak,

- maybe you did leave the door open. - No!

You heard Reed there's no reason for him to come back here.

And how do you explain that?

We're not safe here.

All right, hey, maybe you should take off for a day or two.

- What? - At least until things die down.

Go and see Brooke, or Amber, and the baby.

What if Clay comes back?

Then, I'll get some answers from him.

One way or another.

Come on.

Did you have any clue?

Any warning sign of what he might be capable of?

You mean was Maria aware she was living with a psychopathic killer?

No, but I've watched enough real life crime shows

to know that killers often show small,

subtle signs indicating patterns of behavior.

Nothing to indicate that he was a murderer.

Any updates on Vicki?

I've appealed for more information,

search the missing person's records, but nobody's responded.

I mean, even if she was using an alias,

there had to have been someone out there

who knew her or remembered her.

I mean…

She was pretty hard to forget.

Look at her.

It's the only photo I took of her.

She's beautiful.

She definitely would have admirers.

Yeah, well that doesn't necessarily mean

she had friends that were close to her.

You know, a lot of people are lonely,

don't have anyone.

I'm sorry you have to deal with this, Maria.

But it's over now.

They were just strangers in a bad place with each other

who happened to move in with you and Joe.

Yeah.

Probably.

What is it?

I didn't wanna say anything, but it…

It sounds insanely crazy to me, let alone someone else.

Now you have to tell us.

Yeah, what is it, Maria?

From the moment we met Vicki,

it felt like she knew everything about Joe.

His likes, dislikes, his favorite foods,

vacation spots, sports teams.

Wait, what are you saying?

Are you saying that this Vicki woman and Joe knew each other

before you all lived together?

I can't be certain I didn't.

Well, did you ask Joe?

No.

And I don't want to.

I don't have any proof.

Just a feeling.

No, no, no. Don't let her nap now.

It's too close to her scheduled nap.

She won't sleep.

Are some of these new?

This wall is fantastic.

Some of 'em, but you've seen our old college photos before, right?

Unfortunately.

Oh, those haircuts.

What were we thinking?

It is not too complicated.

Okay, let me explain it again.

So, you're gonna just put 'em down and then--

Are you sure that's what you and Joe want?

A baby followed by 18 years of worry and responsibility?

Absolutely.

That feels like a long way off right now.

You're still worried about Joe?

Honestly, I'm starting to feel like we rushed things.

That I should have gotten to know him a little bit better.

We were dating for what, three months?

Then he proposed, then we saw the farm for sale,

then the wedding rush.

There's a reason why most couples wait for all this.

Well, you were in love,

and both of you wanted your fresh start.

Please tell me I'm worrying too much

that I'm creating a problem that isn't even there.

What?

You know something?

You won't say anything to Joe?

What is it?

It's probably nothing,

but I realized that Joe was a serial dater.

That he left women brokenhearted,

both here and back in California.

The last date we had,

we talked about how many serious relationships we'd been in,

and I said maybe three.

He got to 15 before he noticed the look on my face.

Sorry, I should have told you

back when you were asking if it was okay that you date him.

But then, you were head over heels

- and you just got married so fast. - It's okay, Brooke.

I'm not blaming you. I-I just…

If you were me, faced with all of this,

wondering who Vicki was, what would you do?

Talk to Joe.

Tell him your suspicions and explain why you're confused.

He loves you, so he'll understand why you need answers.

Hey.

I wasn't expecting you home until later.

Uh… Amber had a nap time emergency with Ellie,

and I wanted to get home and see you.

Oh, I missed you too.

And you will be pleased to know I changed all the door locks.

I added a security cam to cover the driveway

and added new bolts to all the downstairs windows.

So, welcome home to Fort Knox.

- Thought you'd be pleased. - I am.

I am, I just…

I really need to ask you something, but I…

I don't know how to do it without hurting your feelings.

Hey.

It's okay.

What is it?

Did you know Vicki before she and Clay moved here?

No. No, of course not.

But the way she was talking to you, she, like, knew things about you.

It's like you guys have met before.

Well, not to my knowledge, no.

You swear?

You swear you've never met her before?

Hey.

I swear.

- Maria? - In here.

Something for you.

Thanks.

Anything else?

Uh, bills and invoices by the looks of it.

Don't worry. I'll go through these, see what we can pay now,

and then start dinner in about 30 minutes?

Sounds good.

Okay.

Open it.

You lied to me.

I don't…

I asked you if you knew her, and you lied to me.

No.

No?

That's you and her in the photos, isn't it?

No! I mean, yeah, but…

where did you even get these?

Brooke was right about you.

Brooke?

She told me you had a string of girlfriends,

left them brokenhearted.

- Was Vicki one of them? - What?

No, no!

Did she move here

so that you could start a new life together?

So that you could cheat on me?

Maria, how can you even say that?

What about Clay?

Did he find out about you two? Did he get angry?

Is that why he killed her?

Or…

Did you panic?

That's enough.

Did he send these photos to me as an explanation?

As-As a warning? That's enough!

To me, to tell me that you are the one who killed her?

That's enough!

I can't believe I have to ask you this.

Yesterday, it wouldn't have even entered my mind.

But now…

As your wife, I feel like I have a right to know.

Did you kill her?

I would never, ever hurt you.

Those photos aren't real.

I can't believe anything you tell me right now.

- Get out. - Please, let me ex--

Go! Just go!

Hi, this is Joe Lambert.

I can't take your call right now,

so please leave a message and I will get back to you.

Hey.

It's me.

Where are you?

I'm sorry I didn't give you a chance to explain earlier. I just…

I was scared, and I was hurt and…

I still am but…

I promise if you come back, I will hear you out.

Just please call me back so I know you're okay.

I love you.

Bye.

Perhaps he switched his cell phone off

or its battery ran out.

No. No, he would've reached out somehow by now.

I know something's happened to him.

Something involving Clay.

Maria, you are worried,

and it's making you leap to worst case scenarios.

Clay sent those photos. I'm positive.

So Joe went after him, and now he's missing.

We'll get there.

We just need more time.

And in the meantime, Joe's just missing?

Nine out of ten missing people turn up safe and well.

Thanks so much for coming along.

You do not have to thank us. We wanna help.

Plus, it means Max has to look after Elliot alone again.

It's the only way he's gonna learn how to parent properly.

I think this is the place.

Maria.

Sorry, I can't place either.

We get a lot of customers.

I knew her by Vicki,

but she may have gone under another name.

Wait, was she some sort of artist?

Yes.

Yeah, she once tried selling me some of her paintings.

I thanked her, but said her style wasn't quite right for this place.

Did she ever come in here with another man?

About six feet tall, short hair, sort of military looking?

I can't say I remember.

But you should try asking at the studio she painted at.

It's just around the corner.

They might know more there.

Yeah, I know her.

That's Emma.

Emma.

Not Vicki?

Emma Spear.

I remember her because she still owes me five months rent

on the space that she used here.

Well, you won't get that money.

She died a few days ago.

I'm very sorry to hear that. Are…

Were you her friends?

Not exactly.

We were trying to find out more about her.

- Did she have many friends here? - Not really.

Kept to herself, mostly focused on her work.

We still got most of it.

I'd have thrown 'em out,

but you never know who the next Picasso might be, right?

Mind if we take a look?

Sure. Just let me know when you're finished.

I wanna know as much as possible about her.

And she did landscapes.

They might help us find out where she used to paint,

where to look next.

Um… I'd like to stay and help look,

but I have this meeting across town in less than an hour.

So…

- Keep me posted. - Okay.

And call if you need anything.

- Okay? - Yep.

- You promise? - Promise.

- Okay. Thanks. - Bye.

She was beautiful and talented.

This must be her mother.

Look at this.

Is that Clay?

Definitely.

Oh, there's something on the back.

Connor, January 27th.

Connor being his real name?

Let's find out.

You know Vicki's real name now and possibly Clay's real name.

Why not give all that to the police, let them follow up on it?

Because that takes time.

If Joe's in danger, the sooner we find Clay,

or Connor, the better.

You don't know if he has Joe.

This feels like the best chance to find out.

"Contact me or I give your name to the police, Connor."

Now we wait.

This is a nice spot.

It's sad that Vicki or Emma, will never get to come here again.

What?

You.

Even though she might've been interfering in your marriage,

attempting to get back with Joe, you still have compassion for her.

You've got a big heart, Maria.

It's Clay.

He's made a move.

Offered up one of his rooks in sacrifice.

Is that important?

It's telling.

And he's left a message.

"Let's meet, no cops,

away from the house."

You're not agreeing to that. Tell the police.

And maybe, risk Joe's life?

I can't do that.

Then at least agree to meet somewhere public,

where you'll be safe.

No, wait, wait!

No, no, wait, wait!

Wait! Hey!

Wait a minute!

Ow! Ow!

Calm down, I'm…

I'm trying to help you.

See, it was forced open.

By you?

By whoever I disturbed.

I came over here to talk to you.

And when I got here,

there was someone inside moving through the house.

So I shouted at them and told 'em to stay where they were,

and then they escaped the same way they came in.

Did you see who it was?

No, he was way too fast.

He?

That's what I figured, but I…

I can't be certain.

- When was this? - Well, it was a few hours ago. I…

I had to go back to my place and do some jobs

and fetch some wood and tools to make this secure.

You took it upon yourself to come into my house

and make repairs?

I was trying to be neighborly.

Thank you, but you can go now.

You still don't trust me?

Do you blame me?

What was it?

Excuse me?

That you came here to talk about?

Not that you're gonna take me up on it, but…

I came here to make you an offer.

We already told you, this place isn't for sale.

I'm-I'm not asking to buy it.

In fact, I'm…

I'm-I'm offering to help.

I go to church, sit and listen to how to live a good life.

What's the point of that if I can't replicate it

outside in the real world?

So, what do you say?

I'll think about it.

Are you certain nothing was taken?

As far as I can tell.

I still don't trust Phil Gordon.

But if he is telling the truth,

then the intruder he disturbed must have been Clay.

That's why he wanted me to meet so far away,

so he'd have time to search here.

For?

I don't know.

You should've contacted us as soon as you found a link to Vicki,

but especially when you found out about Clay.

That was reckless of you to meet him alone

without our support.

You know who he is, don't you?

The name you found on the back of the portrait

led us to a match.

Connor Osgood.

Career criminal.

Recently, he was suspected of being part of a four-man crew

who raided a jewelry store in Chicago.

He's been off the radar since.

Until now.

And, um, Vicki, or Emma?

No one recalls ever seeing them together outside of the studio.

So we still don't know where Clay is

or if he's responsible for Joe's disappearance?

Hold on, there's more.

Our tech team analyzed the photos.

Are you ready?

The photos were fake.

Why didn't I believe him?

For what it's worth, in your position,

I'd have reacted the same way.

Is there anyone that can stay with you in the short term?

Yeah, yeah. I've got someone who I can call.

I'm certain Clay lost something in this house.

That's why he snuck in the first time and why he broke in last night.

If it was him.

Do you really believe that neighbor of yours?

I'm willing to give him the benefit of the doubt.

Okay.

Clay did get annoyed when I did his laundry that time.

There's something here.

Uh, hand me that flashlight.

Here, I got it.

Hmm, I can't get it.

Here.

- Try that. - Perfect.

Let me see.

Here.

Are you sure it's not one of yours?

Positive.

There's a number on it.

Looks like it's for something important.

Okay, there's no way of knowing that.

Yes, there is.

Maria, just hand it over to the police.

Let them handle it.

And risk frightening off Clay?

I can't take that chance.

Check.

Don't give up.

Okay? And call me if you need anything.

Thanks, I will.

Drive safely.

Thank you. See you soon.

Stop resisting.

I won't hurt you.

Answer me.

Tell me that you're alone,

and I'll let you go.

Where's Joe?

First things first. I need to eat.

What?

It's not like I can go to a diner or the grocery store.

Not now.

Stop eating.

Start talking.

Where's Joe?

Give me the key and I'll tell you where.

You first.

I'm not the one the police are looking for.

I don't know where Joe is.

You lied?

I needed you to see me.

I need that key.

So, where is it?

Why did you and Vicki move here?

- Did she and Joe organize it? - Is my key here?

Answer me!

The cops are already on their way, so you better start talking.

I agreed to come here because I needed someplace to lie low.

After the robbery?

Vicki, Emma painted my portrait a while back.

She kept my number, reached out to me.

Must have read about the robbery

and knew that I needed someplace quiet to go to,

someplace off the beaten path for a while.

But why did she move here?

Someone asked her to.

Joe?

I don't know, maybe.

- You don't know who it was? - No.

Emma handled that.

She just recruited me because you were only taking couples,

and we made a good team.

Until it all went wrong.

Why did you kill her?

- I've had enough of this. - Stay there!

Why did you kill Vicki?

- I didn't. - Then who did?

I don't know!

I wish I did. I liked her.

I really regret that I argued with her the last time I saw her.

Now, the night before she died,

she told me that we needed to leave

and she made a mistake that we never should have came here.

I shout at her that we weren't leaving until I found that key.

So, where did you find it?

Underneath the floorboards.

Why is it so important?

It opens up a safety deposit box full of cash and jewels,

enough for me to disappear for good and never have to look back.

So you stayed back, watched the house?

That day in the woods, you were the one who chased me.

I figured if I grabbed you, tied you up,

told Joe where you were,

I could search your house in peace.

But you're a fast runner.

And the photos? What was the purpose of those?

What photos?

And how did Vicki know so much about Joe?

- Was she part of his past? - I don't know!

Now I've told you all that I can, so give me my key.

No!

There are still too many gaps,

things that you know and that you're not telling me.

Give it to me.

Stop testing my patience, Maria.

Stay back!

Give it, give it!

Just give it to me!

I want my own free time and peace.

Freeze!

Don't!

You won't make it.

He swears he doesn't know where Joe is.

And you believe him?

We need to do a proper interview.

But your instinct?

All Osgood wanted was focused on…

was this.

If he hadn't accidentally lost it,

I dare say he would've fled and you'd never see him again.

So unless Joe tracked him down, confronted him,

there is no logic in him killing Joe.

And Vicki?

Maybe they had a falling out.

She threatened to expose Osgood

or do something else that threatened him,

and he snapped and killed her.

But… But why was she here in the first place?

Why did she go through all of that trouble to recruit Clay

to pose as her partner, just to live on this farm?

Because she and Joe were acting together.

But the photos--

The photos were fake, I know.

But she knew things about your husband.

There must have been some link, some connection between them.

Look at these.

She was beautiful and talented.

Are some of these new?

This wall is fantastic.

- Maria? - Amber!

I need to talk to you about Brooke.

When Joe and I got married, was she angry at me and Joe?

She calmed down afterwards.

But, at first, yeah. She said she felt betrayed.

Said that you and Joe were boasting,

forgetting her, us.

And so you didn't deserve happiness.

But like I said before, afterwards,

she calmed and was happy for you both.

Amber, I'm on my way to Brooke's house right now.

I need to talk to her.

- I'll come and join you. - No! No!

You don't need to. I just, I need you to know where I am just in case.

In case what?

I don't wanna talk about it.

I don't even wanna think about it.

I'm sorry, I will call you back as soon as I can.

Clay wants to meet?

Here in the city.

Obviously, I don't want to go alone,

and I know I can always rely on you, right, Brooke?

Right.

Does he know anything about Joe?

He didn't give specifics,

but he did mention something very interesting about Vicki.

Or should I say Emma Spear?

He said someone asked her to move into her house.

Did he say who it was?

No.

But I think I know who it was.

Why are you looking at me like that?

Don't deny it, Brooke.

I don't understand. What are you suggesting?

That painting.

It has her initials on it.

Yeah. She's an artist.

I collect art.

It's a portrait.

You would've sat with her or at least discussed it.

But when I showed you that photo of Emma,

you acted like it was the first time you saw her.

I didn't mean for this to happen.

Do you know what happened to Joe?

Is he here?

Upstairs.

Is he alive?

Yes.

Why?

Joe left me.

He told me that it wasn't working out between us,

that he had fallen in love with someone else.

You.

And he told me he'd back off

if I didn't like the idea of him and you together,

but I didn't wanna give him the satisfaction

of seeing that it hurt me.

Besides, I knew his history.

I figured you'd be his next fleeting partner,

and then he'd soon move on to someone else.

Only that didn't happen, did it?

No.

I tried to play along,

be the supportive best friend.

But before I knew it, the two of you were married,

planning your perfect life together.

Why didn't you tell me?

I didn't want your pity.

I still don't.

But what does Vicki have to do with any of this?

I met her at a gallery,

practically begged me to commission her.

As she painted me,

we talked about you and Joe,

how wrong it was that the two of you got together,

how you were deliberately goading me

with your happiness and marriage and plans.

So you coached her about Joe.

And then you instructed her to answer our ad,

move in with us, flirt with him?

And had he taken the bait, it would've destroyed us.

And it almost worked.

Till Emma went back on the plan.

She asked me to meet her in private down by the lake.

- They're a good couple! - I--

She told me about how sweet you were.

About how you and Joe deserve to be happy.

- Let go of me! You're crazy! - Excuse me!

I saw red, and I lost control.

After I realized what I did,

I stared at the door

waiting for the police to come knocking.

But they never did.

No.

Clay was the prime suspect at that point.

That was a sign.

It was you and Joe's fault that Vicki died.

Not mine.

So why is it that your lives

were the only ones not ruined?

You faked and sent those photos.

I took the photos off Vicki's phone.

I had the old ones of Joe.

It's really quite simple,

except Joe realized immediately where they came from.

When you kicked him out, he came straight here.

Oh, you're lying to me?

Demanding an explanation.

- I know you! - It wasn't me!

But he wouldn't accept my denials.

Brooke!

I didn't wanna kill him.

And I didn't wanna kill you.

But I have a life.

A career.

People adore me.

I can't let you leave.

Joe?

Joe!

Are you okay?

Maria.

We're gonna get you out of here.

Come on, let's get you out of here.

Come on.

Come on.

I got you.

Here.

Careful.

Come on, come on. It's okay.

This way.

He needs a hospital.

I can't let you leave.

Brooke, please don't.

If I let you leave, you'll call the cops.

- No, no, no, no. We we won't call-- - You're lying again!

Joe!

Brooke, wait.

Don't look at me.

Turn around!

No, look at me, Brooke!

You're right.

We can't keep quiet about Emma.

But deep down, you know that's the right thing to do.

Just like I also know.

And I never would've intentionally tried to hurt you.

But if you still don't believe me,

if you still think I don't care,

then I understand what you have to do.

Stay with me, Joe.

I should've told… I should've told you.

- It can wait. - No. No, it can't.

I should have told you about my past, but I was ashamed.

For years, I was selfish,

moving from one relationship into the next.

I didn't care who I hurt.

What changed?

It was meeting you.

You're so kind and… and… and giving.

I didn't wanna lose you.

Everyone has a past.

I married you, not the man you were.

Maria! Come check out this color.

I just got off the phone with Amber. She's coming to visit soon.

Sounds good.

You know, my baseball collection is gonna look great in here.

What?

My own room, my man cave, right?

I don't know.

I've been thinking.

- Hmm? - Maybe we try again.

Share our home with someone else.

Really?

Uh, I mean, it's a thought.

But… come on,

after all that's happened, you wanna--

Relax.

I think we'll all get along this time.

Oh.

Really?