All language subtitles for The Wrong Husband (2019)

(suspenseful music)

- Shh, go that way.

- [Man] Keep your voice down.

- [Man] No one's here.

- [Man] Keep your
flashlight low.

- Is anybody here?
- I don't know.

- [Man] Shh, shh, be quiet.

(girl laughing)

- [Man] This is going
to take an eternity.

The records here go
back to the 1940s.

- [Man] Derrick Ellison.

- [Miss Briggs] Enough!

(door shuts)

- [Man] What was that?

- [Man] Stop making
excuses, man, keep looking.

- [Miss Briggs] Hello?

- [Man] Stay calm.

- [Miss Briggs]
Is anyone there?

- [Man] Miss Briggs, I
thought she'd be dead by now.

(man grunts)
(Miss Briggs screams)

(light string music)

- [Mel] Where did you find
that place, it was amazing.

- [Derrick] I have my ways.

- Well, it was a perfect
birthday lunch, thank you.

It's nice to have some us time.

- Yeah.

- I have an idea.

- You do?
- Hmm mm.

Let's get out of these clothes
and cuddle up by the fire.

- You read my mind.

- Hmm.
(chuckles)

- [All] Surprise!
- Oh my God!

Oh my God, you guys.

This is amazing, oh my God,
you are in so much trouble.

- Oh no, this was all me.

Derrick was just a pawn
in my master plan.

- Keeping secrets.

- I was under constant
threat of bodily harm.

- Wait 'til you have one
of your own (laughs).

- [Alisa] Come on, Mel,
it's champagne time!

- [Mel] Hi!

- How you been, man?
You're looking good.

- Hey man.
- [Dad] Good to see you.

- [Derrick] You too.
- Thank you so much for this.

- [woman] You're so sweet.
- Thank you.

- I can't believe my dad.
- Don't stress.

- We have the meeting with
the investor tomorrow.

- We're the dream team
of high end furniture.

We got this.
- Alright, we got this.

- She's right.
You got this.

Oh, since I'm
abandoning you tomorrow

for my annoying business trip...
- [Mel] What?

I'm leaving you with a little
something to hold you over

and I know, I didn't have to.

Love you.

(soft music)

- Okay, I'm gonna
leave you two.

- It means for eternity.

'Cause that's how long
you're stuck with me.

(men vocalizing)

- These are
absolutely beautiful.

I love them.

And I love you.

- And I love you.

(both chuckle)

- Were you surprised?
- I was so surprised.

(both laughing)

I almost died, and
I'm gonna kill you.

- Please don't.

- [Alisa] How many times

are you gonna rearrange
that vignette?

- [Mel] Last time, I promise.

- Good, because I
think that's him.

- [Mel] Mr. Crawford?

- Please call me Raymond.

You must be Melanie.
- Yes, welcome.

- It's a pleasure.

- [Mel] Alisa.

- Yeah, that's me.

Manager,
I'm the manager.

- Yes, I gathered.

Melanie told me that
you'd be joining us.

- Have a seat.
- Thanks.

First of all, I'd
like to thank you

for being open to
meeting with me.

I've been following your store
for more than a year now

through your Instagram account
and your lifestyle blog.

- That's me.

I do all the social media.

- So if you're open to it,

I'd love to come around
in the morning,

say nine o'clock,
bring you a proposal?

Feel free to discuss it

with your husband first
if you'd like.

- How did you know
I was married?

- The ring.

- Oh.

- Great.

Well, send me a text
with your address

and I'll pop right
in the morning.

- Great, that sounds wonderful.
Thank you.

Thank you so much.
- It's my pleasure.

Have a lovely day.
- Okay.

- Lise.

- What?
(airplane whooshing)

Stop.

- [Derrick] Just landed,
I am on my way home.

- Okay honey, I'm waiting
for you on the stairs.

See you soon.

There was staring and
gaping and stammering,

some muttering thrown in,
zero chill.

- So you're saying he was
that good looking, huh?

- Obviously not as
good looking as you.

But she was clearly smitten.

- Well, she's young.

- She's only three
years younger than I am.

I don't drool every time
some guy in a suit walks by.

(door bell ringing)
- Well that's comforting

because I believe Prince
Charming has arrived.

- I'll get it.
(knocks on door)

Hi, Raymond.
- Melanie, so good to see you.

- Good to see you too.
Thank you so much for coming by.

- Of course, I just wanted to
drop these off as promised.

- Oh great, please come in.
- Thanks, I won't stay long.

- [Mel] Oh, this is
my husband, Derrick.

- Nice to meet you.

I hear you're gonna make my
wife a very wealthy woman.

- I'm so sorry, you just
remind me of someone I know.

- I get that a lot.

(both chuckling)

- It's a pleasure,
Raymond Crawford.

- Pleasure.

- Do you mind if
I borrow your loo?

- No, of course.
There's one just down the hall

or if you want more privacy,
there's one upstairs.

- Thanks.

- The loo?

Did Alisa's new boyfriend

just jump straight out
of a Jane Austen novel?

- You said you'd play nice.

- I did.

(both chuckling)

(light string music)

- Toast.

No you.

(car lock beeps)

(suspenseful music)

- [Man] Hello, Derrick.

Derrick Saxons, born
November 10th, 1978.

- How do you know my name?

- [Man] You live with
your wife, Melanie,

who's exquisitely
beautiful by the way,

in a four-bedroom, three bath,

5,000 square foot mid-century
mansion in Brentwood.

Employer: Axis Lane Media,

highly regarded
for your expertise

in social media
platform design.

- Help!
Can somebody hear me?

Anybody!

- [Man] Soundproof basement.

Apparently the previous
owner was a composer.

Sadly, his career recently
took a turn for the worse

and voila, here I am.

- What do you want?

- [Man] You're gonna
tell me everything.

And I mean everything.

Every significant detail
of the past,

I don't know, 20 years of your
life.

- What?
Why?

- [Man] Because
I'm gonna take it.

- Take what?

- Your life.

- Alex.

- Is this the only
color it comes in?

I'd love to see it in burgundy.

- I'd have to call the company

but they might have
some photos online.

Would you like to take a look?

- I'd love to see the
actual piece in burgundy.

- In burgundy, got it.

- Take a looky over there.

A front row seat to the end
of your life as you know it.

- How did you...

- Magic.

- I can give you money, Alex.
If that's what this is about.

- And where's the fun in that?

Now you get to sit
here while you watch me

live your life for a bit.

Until of course, I've
drained your bank accounts,

relieved you of your assets,
only to disappear into thin air

and leave you with a
lot of explaining to do.

(phone ringing)

- Hello?

- Hi, it's Derrick.
- Oh, hey Derrick.

- [Alex] Is Mel there?

- Is it important?

She's with a client.

- Ah yeah, it's
pretty important.

- Alright, hold on.

Hey, Mel, it's Derrick.

- I'll be right back.

Hello.

- Mel.
- Hi, hi sweetie.

Oh my God, Eva is here
and she's driving me nuts.

What's up?

- [Alex] I have to go out
of town for a few days.

- Oh, okay.

What's going on,
is everything okay?

- Of course, it's the annual
Digitech Conference in Chicago.

I thought they
were sending Mitch

but Dale decided he
wanted me there again.

- Oh okay.

Well, I'm gonna miss you.
When do you have to leave?

- I'm gonna pop by the house
and pick up a few clothes

and then head straight
to the airport.

- Oh okay.

Well, you gotta do
what you gotta do.

- Is everything okay?
- (mouthing)

- She's really sweet.
I'm gonna miss you too, babe.

I wish there was a
way to get out of it.

- [Mel] Oh no, no, I
totally understand.

You go, I have plenty
to do here, I'll be fine.

- Okay, I'll be in touch.
- Please do, I love you.

- I love you too.

- Bye.

- Well I thought that was
pretty bloody spectacular

if I don't say so myself.

- This is crazy.

- Is it?
- What did he say?

- He has to go to a conference
in Chicago for a few days.

- Aw, bummer.
- Yeah, I know.

Anyway, I have to get back
to the tyrant, wish me luck.

- I feel for ya.

- [Mel] I'm all yours.

- Well apparently you're not.
- Sorry about that.

- Now tell me about
these two chairs.

- I know my wife, Alex.

She'll know,
she'll figure it out.

- Well, for her sake and yours,

I truly hope that doesn't happen

because if it does,
I'll have to kill you both.

But, enough about all that,

we've got a lot of
catching up to do.

First things first,
PIN numbers, bank accounts,

passwords, and usernames,
and so on and so forth.

(people chattering)

- Thank you, thanks.

- Are you all right?

- Yeah, I'm fine.

- You don't seem fine.

- I just miss Derrick.
- And?

(chuckles)

- I don't know, something
just seemed a little off

before he left, when he
called the store, he just...

He seemed a little distant
or distracted or something.

- But darling, he's a man,
when are they not distracted?

- How do you know how to
make everything seem okay?

- Sweetie, that's my job.

- Thank you.

I love you.
- I love you too.

(suspenseful music)

(door creaking)

- Get it together.

(Skype ringing)

Hi.

- Hi.

- Ugh, God, I wish
you were here, honey.

I go a little bit nuts in
this house when I'm on my own.

- What happened?
- Oh it was nothing.

I just thought
I heard something,

but I'm sure it was nothing.

Anyway, how's it going?
- Uh, what?

- How's the conference going?

They put you in that
fancy suite again?

You wanna show me the layout?
- Yeah, uh.

Uh, actually,

my addition
was so last minute

they threw me in a pretty dingy
motel across from the venue.

It's not much to look at.
But let's talk about you.

- I can't wait to see you.

Oh God, I sound really needy.

Do I sound really needy?
- Not at all, babe.

- (chuckles) Babe?

- What?
- It's just new.

I mean,
don't get me wrong, I like it,

but just gotta get used to it.

- Thought I'd switch
it up a little.

- (chuckles) No, it's fine,
it's silly.

Anyway, I will see
you tomorrow night.

I love you.
- I love you too, babe,

honey, sweet cakes, gorgeous.

- Bye.
- Bye.

No mistakes.

You're Derrick Saxons.

I am Derrick Saxons,
I'm Derrick Saxons.

(door bell rings)

Can I help you?
- You're British?

- Yeah, I'm also in a rush.
Can I help you?

- You're living
in Norm's place?

- Temporarily, and you are?

- Well, I'm Arlis Deirdan,
I live next door

and I don't mean to be rude

but I was just
wondering what exactly--

- And I don't mean to be rude

but in America, don't people
mind their own business?

- Well, this house has been
in foreclosure for six months

and I don't think you have
any legal right to be here.

And this being a
reputable neighborhood,

having squatters
doesn't bode well--

- Look, mate, I'm sure you've
got a family to get back to--

- Actually, no, I lived
alone since my wife passed.

- My condolences.

Couldn't just let it go,
could you, Arlis?

(gun fires quietly)
- (grunts)

- Dammit.

(birds chirping)

(car engine revving)

- Boo!
- Ah!

- (laughs)
I'm sorry, I'm so sorry.

- Don't do that.
- I'm so sorry.

- I wasn't expecting that.
- I'm so sorry,

I couldn't resist.

Wow.

- What?

- Just missed you,
glad you're home.

Feels like it's been a year.

- Or longer.

- Where's your suitcase?

- In the trunk.

Last thing I feel like
doing is unpacking.

- Oh yeah?

What you rather do?

(suspenseful music)

- No.

No.

(Melanie laughs)

No, no, no, no.

(distorted scream)

(man screaming)

- Wow.

Who are you?

- What do you mean?

- Just, it was different.

- Good?

- It was amazing.

Oh what's this?

- It's nothing.

Just a scratch.

I got mauled by an
old lady's luggage

while I was helping
her out of the plane.

- That's chivalrous.

- You look surprised.

- A little, it's very sweet.

- Get used to it.

I'm full of surprises.

(birds chirping)

(lawn mower whirring)

- It was different.

I don't know, it was just,
it was different.

Ugh, I don't know,
after two years,

you kind of get into a routine.

Uh, hold on.

(suspenseful music)

Hey, I gotta go, bye.

- Pathetic.

- Knock, knock.

(laughs) Just can't stop
admiring that can you?

- Dale.
- Oh hey.

Don't forget about our showdown

with Zalbreth
BioSystems on Friday.

This is our last
time to catch 'em

and I'm gonna need
that five handicap.

Look at you, just
cool as as a cucumber.

- Yeah, that's me.
- Excellent.

See you then.

- Of course you golf,
you stupid git.

- [Alisa] It's just a Post-it.

- But it's not just a Post-it.

It's our thing,
it's our daily thing.

We've been doing it for years.

No toast in the toaster,
no coffee in the microwave.

I mean, how could
he just forget?

- So talk to him.

Derrick is a great
communicator, for a guy.

(both giggling)
- Good afternoon.

I have a delivery
for Melanie Saxons.

- Oh, hi, yes, that's me.

Wow, thank you.

- And just sign right here for
me and you'll be good to go.

- Great.

Thank you so much.

Wow.
- Woo!

A secret admirer?

- Last night was wonderful,

hope these flowers add a
little extra joy to your day.

Love, Derrick.

- Pretty sure that this
trumps coffee and a Post-It.

- Derrick sends me
flowers for my birthday,

maybe the odd anniversary,

never a middle of the day
Monday bouquet.

- So what?

Are you saying you
would not want flowers?

- No, I just,

it feels like he's compensating
for something.

- Mel, I'd love to get flowers.

Come on, show some gratitude.

Are you even listening to me?
Hello?

I said show some gratitude.

- You're right, I'm sorry,
I'm being awful.

I should call him.
- Probably.

- Hi honey.
- Hey Mel.

- I'm just calling to say
thank you for the flowers,

they're beautiful.
- I'm so glad.

- I was very surprised.

- I told you I was
full of surprises.

I can't wait to see you later.

I just wanted you to know
how much you mean to me.

Oh, Dale just walked in.
I gotta go.

- Yeah, okay,
I'll talk to you later

Love you, bye.

- Feel better?
- Yes.

(suspenseful music)

Raymond!

- That's how you
treat a lady, brother.

- [Mel] We weren't expecting
you, what's going on?

- Hello, ladies,
it's good to see you.

I was just in the neighborhood.

I wanted to stop by and
see if you'd had a chance

to look over the proposal yet.

- We are interested.
We are very interested.

- Well that's wonderful news.

Great, why don't you get
together the initial paperwork

and I'll take care of the rest?

- Got it.
- Very good.

- Were you really just stopping
by the neighborhood?

(all giggling)

- Oh, you know, I'd just
happen to be nearby.

Where can I get some
food around here?

I'm famished.
- The Loft...

- Yes.
- Has fantastic food.

It's fantastic.
- Yeah, sounds good.

Where is it?

- I'm actually off now,
if you want me to take you.

- Yeah, I'd like
that very much.

- [Mel] I'll hold
down the fort.

- Okay, I'll see you later.

- [Mel] Alright,
I'll see you later.

Bye, Raymond.

Don't forget to get
the truffle fries.

- [Raymond] Let's have it.

- You ready?
- Yes, let's go.

- [Alisa] You're gonna love it.

(indistinct chatter)

Oh you will.

(suspenseful music)

- Derrick?

(door bell ringing)

(knocking on door)

- Dale.

- Better hustle, buddy!
Tee time is in an hour.

- Right.

Um, my apologies, I was
working on the Axis project.

I'll just grab my gear and
I'll meet you at the car.

I can get changed at the club.
- [Dale] Hey, you know--

- So I'm in love.
- Again?

- Oh shut up.

You're not mad at me?

- No, why would
I be mad at you?

- I don't know,

the whole don't mix work
with pleasure thing.

- Oh well just don't
break up with him

before the deal is done.

- Deal.

- Well what's he like?

- He's perfect
across the board.

And I think he likes me.
- Why wouldn't he?

You're gorgeous and you're
funny and you're smart.

What's not to like?

- You're right,
I'm kinda awesome.

- Mm-hmm.

- So how do I play this?

- You're invited to
dinner on Friday night

and you need a date.

- I do?
- Yes.

This is what you're gonna do:
You're gonna call Raymond,

you're gonna say hi,
Raymond, it's me, Alisa.

Melanie invited me over
to dinner on Friday night

and I need a date so
I'm not a third wheel.

Are you free?

Yeah, intriguing,
so you meet again.

So thank me then.

- Alright, well cheers to that!

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

♪ Friday night ♪

(suspenseful music)

- Answer, answer, you brat!

Answer, answer, answer,
answer, answer, answer.

Hey, I need you to
do something for me.

Of course you golf,
it's so bloody asinine.

Hey, no, I don't
care if he's home,

just get to him now and ask
him where his damn clubs are.

No, now.

Clubs, clubs.

I can only stall him for
another couple of minutes.

- Derrick, these
were in your shed,

where you always keep 'em.

What the hell is going on?

- Ha, gotcha!

I'm just psyching myself up.

Hey, you look confused.

- Now what the
hell you're doing?

- Well...

(chuckles)
Listen.

The balls
aren't gonna putt themselves.

- Quit screwing around.
(club thuds)

(Dale groaning)

- Hi honey.

Derrick?

Honey?

Derrick?

Oh my God.

- Hey.
- Hi.

- You're home.
- Yes, hi.

- I was playing golf with Dale.

I didn't tell you?
- Uh, no,

I mean just now you
car is in the driveway.

- Oh, right, making sure Dale's
car was locked out front.

He asked me to get it detailed
while he was out of town,

and I offered to
drop it off for him.

- Oh, that's nice.

- Anyway, you look exhausted.

Why don't you head
upstairs and take a nap?

I've got a few things to
take care of down here.

- What are you up to?
- Never you mind.

Meet me in the backyard,
seven sharp.

- Derrick--
- Shh.

See you at seven.

Don't be late.

- Wow, Christmas lights?

Candles?

The fire pit's working.

You gotta be kidding me.

You did all this?
- What do you think?

I think...

- I think you lost your mind.

The flowers and
now all of this?

You're either asking
me to marry you again

or you're breaking up with me.

- I went overboard.

- A little.

It's not that I don't
love it, I do, I love it.

It's just,

I don't need flowers
and Dom Perignon

or this suit.

- You don't like it?

- No, I just can't
remember the last time

I saw you wearing
a pocket square.

- Maybe I'm
stepping up my game.

And well, you
only get one life.

I wanna make a toast.
- Toast?

Okay, toast.

- To a new beginning.

As if the past doesn't exist
and all we have is today.

- But I love our past,
don't you?

- I do.

I just want things to--
- Oh, before I forget,

Alisa is coming over to dinner
with,

you'll never guess who.

- Don't leave me in suspense.

- Raymond, the investor.

Remember?
Where's the loo?

- Ah yes, Mr. Loo.

He was an odd one, right?

- Right.

Well anyway, Alisa
really likes him

so it would kinda be
like a first date.

I just thought it'd
be nice for them,

and for us, and not a bad
way to finesse the deal.

- I love it, when?

- Friday?
- Friday.

Friday it is.

- Great, I'll let
her know tonight.

Hey, the flowers and the
champagne and everything,

I didn't mean to be ungrateful.

It's really, really
thoughtful.

Thank you.

Cheers.

(glasses clink)

- [Raymond] I'm here to
make other people rich.

(all laughing)

- [Alisa] Tell Raymond
how you two met,

it's really adorable.

- Oh, I'm actually not
a very good storyteller.

- [Raymond] Oh, come on,
I'd love to hear this.

- Yeah you are.
- No I'm not, I'm not.

Derrick is the storyteller
in the family,

yeah, once you get him started,
he won't shut up, right?

(laughs)

- Well, can I have another latte
or a shot of Tequila before--

- Oh come on, Derrick,
don't be modest.

- Yeah, we know how you
love a captive audience.

(suspenseful music)

- Well...

About three years ago--
- Three and a half.

- About three and
a half years ago,

I'm sorry, am I
telling this story?

- I'm sorry, I'm sorry,
I'm sorry.

- I was building websites,

now this is way before
I did what I do now.

- And what is it
that you do now?

- I'm the senior technology
designer at Axis Lane Media.

- Oh nice.
You guys are major players.

I've worked with
Axis Lane before.

- Oh cool.

- Glad to hear it.

(indistinct chatter)

So Melanie was my client,

I designed The Hangar's website.

- And?

- It's a fantastic website,

it was one of the first
things that drew me in.

It's really well-designed.
- Oh, thank you.

But now he's being modest.

He designed the algorithm using
search engine optimization

which put our site in the
number one spot every time.

- That's huge.

- Apparently, she fell in love

with my ability to
optimize algorithms.

- I'm sorry,
am I ruining the story?

- Not at all.

To be honest, it's all a blur.

But I knew immediately,

almost like I fell in love
with Melanie before I met her.

- Oh, I think I'm gonna cry.

- [Alex] I mean it.

- Would anyone
like another latte?

- Actually I would love to
bag up your dinner rolls, Mel,

they're worth every calorie.
- Absolutely.

- Really everything has been
absolutely perfect here tonight,

thank you so much
for the invite.

- Oh my gosh,
it's our pleasure.

Please, come back,
as much as you can.

- Of course.
- I'm just gonna

grab you a bag.
- Thanks.

- Right, let me help
you with that, honey.

- [Raymond] What do you
think we get out of here?

- So what can I do?

- Uh, can you give me a baggie?

- Sure can.

- What are you doing?

- Uh, sorry, I'm just...

- Getting silverware?

- [Alisa] Oh, there's
a really cute place

not too far from here.
- Where are the bags, Derrick?

- [Raymond]
Mel, don't worry about it.

We're just gonna take off.
- Oh, hold on.

We'll walk you out.

(Derrick panting)

Derrick?

- Yup?

- Why were you so hesitant
to tell Raymond how we met?

- I wasn't.

- You left pretty
much everything out.

How you had Jeremy ask me out
'cause you were so nervous,

and the matchbook,
the song, you left it all out.

- Sometimes I just wanna
keep things ours.

You know?

- And how you kept
redesigning the website

so you'd have an
excuse to see me?

You love telling that story.

- I don't know, Mel.

I just wasn't in the mood.

- Why?

- Look, since I've been back,

everything's been a bit,
I don't know, off.

- Yeah, I agree.

- And you know,

I just guess
I wasn't ready for company.

I just kinda wish
it was just us.

Tell you what, you
have my solemn oath,

I will tell that story
in great detail

every time we have company
of any kind.

- Even the delivery guy?

- I will tell our love
story to the delivery guy.

- And the creepy lady
with the old dog?

- Yup.

- And the maid?
- Every detail.

- We don't have a maid.

- Exactly.

I will hire one specifically
so I can tell her.

- You know, I think I had
a little too much wine

so I'm just gonna
go to sleep, okay?

- Goodnight.

(punches thudding)
(Derrick groans)

Surprise!
(laughs)

That was amazing!

That was like watching
Mission Impossible,

or Escape From Alcatraz.

Get up.

- How did you know?

- Smile for the camera.

And get on the bed.

Just so you know,
things are going better

than I could ever
have expected.

- You're falling in love
with my wife, aren't you?

- I'm just playing
the part, brother.

Keeping her happy 'til
I can wrap things up.

Now, put those handcuffs
on like a good little boy.

Or perhaps you've got
things turned around,

and she's the one
falling for me.

Stranger things have happened.

I suppose I should thank you.

I spent the last 30 years
wanting your life,

and don't get me wrong,
for a mid-level techie,

you're doing alright.

But who would have
thought little Mel

would be the breadwinner
in the family?

The Hangar is a goldmine, baby!

Must be emasculating for you.

- Never been about money, Alex.

Something you
wouldn't understand.

- Once I've emptied
your accounts,

I'm gonna empty her accounts.

Of course, I can't run the risk

of her saying I defrauded her

and there's only one way
to take care of that.

- I swear to God,
if you touch her...

(chains rattling)

- Oh wow.

Feisty little git, ain't ya?

- So that phone call
wasn't just important,

it was extremely important.

I need you to
pick up the phone,

the one with the little red
blinking light, that's my line.

Derrick, can I have a word?
- What's wrong?

- Listen, with Dale going
awol, we're in trouble.

Where are we with
the Zalbreth proposal?

The code for the interface
should have been set weeks ago.

They were hoping to
be in beta last week.

- Yes, I just, I thought
that with Dale disappearing

that everything would be--

- Not to sound unfeeling,

but Zalbreth doesn't
care where Dale is.

We need to close
this or we're done.

Derrick, you got this?

I need you right now,
the company does.

(suspenseful music)

- Have I ever let you down?

I'll have it to you end
of business day tomorrow.

- Five o'clock, not
one minute later.

- End of business day tomorrow.

What you looking at?

- What are you hiding, Derrick?

We said we would never do this.

Once you ring this bell,
you can't un-ring it.

(loud rattling)
(suspenseful music)

(dog barking)

- I checked the perimeter,
no sign of an intruder.

I'll file a report and
have a patrol officer

watch your house for 24 hours.

- Okay, thank you.

- Mrs. Saxons,
your husband is...

- He's working.

- Have you contacted him
about this?

- Yeah, I left him
several voicemails,

he should be home any minute.

- Do you have an alarm?

- Yes, it was set.

- And I assume he has the code?

- Of course, yes.

- Could he have stopped by

and then gone out again
without saying anything?

Maybe assuming you were asleep,
not wanting to wake you?

- No, no.

I know my husband, he...

To be honest, I don't know

what he would
or wouldn't do right now.

- Mrs. Saxons?

- What?

- If you think of anything
else, give me a call.

- Okay.

- Okay.

Turn that alarm back on.

- [Mel] Of course.

(door locks clicking)

- What is this?

You intentionally
left this out, why?

- I'm exhausted, you can't
expect me to somehow hand you

every event, memory,
relationship, appointment

I've had in my entire--
(slap thuds)

- Fix it!

(slap thuds)
Fix it!

Here's how this is gonna work.

I'm gonna sit over here

and you're gonna sit there
and finish that.

- You want me to
finish it tonight?

- No, you're going
to finish it tonight.

- But there's--
- Shut up!

I gotta wrap this up
and move on.

I'm just waiting for
Melanie's company to transfer

and waste not want
not and all that,

then I'll cash out
and kill her,

slowly, horribly--
- That wasn't part of the deal.

You said once you
got what you wanted--

(Alex laughs)
- I changed my mind!

Now get to bloody work!

And here's some incentive.

If you don't,

I'll kill her
the minute I get home.

- I'll finish it.

I'll finish it by tomorrow.

(suspenseful music)

- Hello?
- Hi, I'm so sorry

to call so late, Diane.

This is Melanie.
- Melanie?

- I was just wondering,
is Dale--

- Melanie, Dale
has been missing.

- What?
- Dale is missing.

- Since when?

Oh my God.

- I'll do my best.
- Okay, I'm so sorry.

Please let me know
when you hear from him.

Okay.

Okay, thank you,
thank you, thank you, bye.

(phone buzzing)

- What are you doing?

Get back to work.

You reached Derrick Saxons,
leave a message after the tone.

(phone beeps)

- Derrick, where are you?

I've called you 10 times.

I'm getting worried.

Just call me back, okay?
Bye.

Derrick?
- Hey!

Go back to bed,
I'll be right there.

- What time is it?
- Wait.

- You were out all night?

- I told you I had to finish
the proposal for Dale.

He's really riding me.

What?

- You didn't answer your phone.

- It must have died.

I had to get it done by today.

Dale, he moved the deadline up.

- He did?
Dale did?

- Why are you questioning me?

You think I'm not under
enough pressure as is,

without being interrogated
by my own wife?

I'm sorry.

I'm going to wash up.

(door creaks)

You stupid bloody idiot.

She knows, she knows!

She's gotta know!

(panting)

Stop it.

Stop it!

You are Derrick Saxons.

- It's totally
out of character.

I mean, I'm not exaggerating
when I say that Derrick

never stays late,
much less all night.

I mean that's one of the
benefits of doing what he does.

He can work from home too.

- And he didn't
answer his phone.

- No, and he lied about
staying to work late for Dale.

I spoke to Dale's wife

and she said Dale hasn't
been home in three days.

- Okay, that is weird.
- Yes, and then he left

before I woke up this morning

and this being overly
romantic all of the time.

it's like he's trying too hard
or compensating for something.

He's either cheating on me
or I don't even know.

- Derrick.
- I know.

I can't believe I'm
even saying this.

- Look, I adore Derrick,

but I'm sure you're not
the first woman to say that

only to discover that her
husband has been sleeping

with his secretary
for the last five years.

- Alisa!
- I'm just saying.

- Oh my God,
I don't even know anymore.

I mean even the detective
thought I was completely insane.

You know what?
I am done with this.

I need to know what's going on.

Alisa, I need you to
do something for me

but it might be a
little bit risky

and you don't have to do it--
- I'm in.

- Are you sure, because--
- I'm in.

(suspenseful music)

(phone ringing)

- Hi, what do you want?

The hell do you mean
they found the body?

You said you handled it.

It's clearly not handled.

What about the business?

How long before they
transfer ownership?

She's noticing things.

- [Waiter]
Are you ready to order, sir?

- Do I look like
I'm ready to order?

- No, sorry, my mistake.

(phone buzzing)

- Mel, you're not
gonna believe this.

I'm at the Pour House
and Derrick is on his phone

talking about a dead body

and transferring
money or something,

and even crazier Mel,
he had an English accent,

I'm not even kidding.

Just call me back, okay?

- Don't, don't make a sound.

Close the door.

And walk.

- Derrick, what are you doing?

- Shut up, keep moving.

You drive, get in.

Take a left.

- [Alisa] What is going on?

- The less you know the better.

That is,
if you're keen on living.

Secondly, that was
a God awful disguise.

Take a right.

A hat and sunglasses?
(laughs) Really?

- Well that's a
God awful accent.

What happened to you?

- (sighs) Take a right.

Truth be told, I'm
Derrick's twin brother.

- Seriously, Derrick?

That's the best you
could come up with?

Look, if you're in trouble,
you can just tell me.

- Derrick's twin brother, Alex,

and the accent is real,
thank you very much.

Take a right.

And I really wish you'd
minded your own business.

Brought you a present.

- Derrick, what the
hell is going on?

- Where's Melanie,
has he hurt her?

- Shut up, she's fine, for now.

- Derrick, you have a brother?

- You'd think the
uncanny resemblance

would be a dead give away.
- Shut up, Alex!

- Solitary confinement can
make a person a bit testy.

I talk from experience.

10 years in the hole
can drive a person mad.

Sit down, darling.

He's tried, believe me,
and yet...

Here he is.

Pop those on.

I had those reserved
for Melanie,

next chapter in
this little saga.

And yet, here you are.

Well, on a positive note,
you have each other.

I'm off.

I have a
wife to attend to.

- Derrick?

(suspenseful music)

Jesus, how did I miss this?

- [Alisa] Mel, you're
not gonna believe this.

I'm at the Pour House and
Derrick is on his phone

talking about a dead body

and transferring
money or something.

And even crazier Mel,
he had an English accent,

I'm not even kidding.

- [Derrick] Nellingham,

it's one of the poorest
boroughs in London.

Our parents died when
we were three years old.

A car accident, so we ended up
at the Nellingham Orphanage.

- Why didn't you tell Melanie?

- It was so long ago,

I just felt like

it was a different lifetime.

I justified that it
wasn't a part of me.

What can I say?

We were brothers.

I loved him.

- Oh God.

- [Derrick] But there was
something wrong with him.

He killed a bunch of squirrels,

he kept bringing in these rats.

- [Mel] What's this?

- When my adopted
parents chose only me,

I was more relieved
than I'd wish I was.

Because I was always
afraid of him.

He was brilliant...

But always a psychopath.

- Mel, I'm home.

(intense suspenseful music)

What's going on?

- Oh, I was just finally
getting around to collecting

some of our dirty blankets
for the dry cleaning.

Do you have anything to add?

- Nope.

What's for dinner?

- Let's take a look.

Oh I just realized that I
left three invoices upstairs,

I need to send out.

I really need to get those out.

Would you mind--
- Say no more.

While you do that, I'll whip
something up for dinner,

sound good?
- Sounds good.

- I don't get a kiss?

- Love you.

- [Derrick] I wanted to get

as far away from
him as possible.

- Alright, what is
on the menu tonight?

- But America
wasn't far enough.

He wasn't supposed
to find me, Alisa.

- I don't understand, he's
your twin brother, Derrick.

- Alex isn't right.
- Clearly.

- I mean...

ever since
I can remember,

when he was a kid,

he was...troubled,

I mean, really troubled,

erratic,

irrational,
violent at times,

uncontrollable.

I defended him,

I defended
him for a long time,

trying to help him,
but I realized he was...

Broken.

- [Alisa] Broken how?

- He's evil, Alisa.

He was just born bad.

- I, um...

got a weird message
from Alisa today.

- Really?

Weird how?

- It was...

It was about you.

- Me?

How so?

- Honestly I don't really know,

it didn't really make sense,

I guess she happened
to be at a diner

that you were at this morning
and she overheard

a phone conversation
that you were having?

- Really?
- Hmm mm.

- I wasn't at a
diner this morning.

In fact, I skipped breakfast
and went straight to work,

I thought I told you.
- No, you did.

I just thought maybe you
changed your mind or something.

- Straight to work.

Well, did she say hello?

- What do you mean?

- I mean, if she
thinks she saw me,

wouldn't she say something?

- Oh she said that you,

or that he looked busy.

- At a diner?

Busy doing what?

Getting an omelet?

- I'm sure she just
made a mistake.

- You do believe me, don't you?

- I do.

- Have I ever lied to you?

- Never.

- Exactly.

I need you to trust

that I would never do
anything to hurt you.

Alisa just needs to
mind her own business.

- I think that she was just--

- I'm concerned.

I'm concerned
that you trust her

more than you trust
your own husband.

- That's not true.

(dog barking)

(phone beeps)

What?

(suspenseful music)

Lise, it's me, I got your text.

Why aren't you picking up?

I've been calling you
all morning.

Can you just give me
a call back, please?

Bye.
Hi, Raymond.

- Hey!
- Yeah, where are you?

Okay I need your help,
it's regarding Alisa.

- Of course.
- Thank you.

(knocking on door)
(door bell ringing)

Alisa!
- Alisa!

- [Mel] Alisa, are you there?

It's Melanie.

- We've been knocking
for five minutes,

if she were here, she
would have heard us by now.

- Did she say anything to you?

- No, like I said, I haven't
heard from her for a few days.

We had plans for this weekend.
She never got back to me.

- She has to be here.
She said she was sick.

Wait a minute.

I just thought of something.
- What?

- [Mel] There's one more
place we have to look.

- Where?
- Just trust me.

- Okay.

- Yesterday I found
this old photo

of Derrick with his, well,
you're not gonna believe me,

but his twin.
He has a twin, Raymond.

You don't believe me.

- [Raymond] No, no, no, I'm
just saying, I believe you,

I do.
- I knew it.

This is her car.

- Alright, let's just focus.

What we know right now is
that Alisa's car is here

and she is not.

So what do you wanna do next?

- You're right.
We have to go to the police.

(suspenseful music)

- Okay.

- [Alex] Derrick and I are at
a corner hustling some bloke,

Miss Briggs broke it up, after
that she kept us separated.

- [Alisa] He told me.

- Did he?
- He did.

Everything.
- Everything?

Did he tell you about Miss
Briggs and her hickory switch?

Vengeance in one hand
and rosary in the other,

ooh and she loved it too.

But Derrick here
was her favorite.

Which is probably why
you ended up in America.

Adopted by the perfect parents,

to grow up in the
perfect family,

in the perfect neighborhood
with the perfect home

and the perfect wife and
the perfect job while I...

While I rotted away in
that God forsaken place.

Alone.
- You were children.

- Shut up!
You weren't there.

You haven't a clue what
you're talking about.

- Leave her alone, Alex.

- Enough of this little chat.

I've gotta get home.

- So let me get this straight.

The last time you
heard from your friend

was a text allegedly
sent from the Pour House.

- Yes.

Well no, she sent me
a text this morning

saying that she
wasn't feeling well

so she wouldn't be
coming in to work.

- So she works for you?
- Yes, she does.

- Got it.

Does your friend
drink by chance?

- Uh, occasionally, why?

- I get this all the time.

Out partying the night
before, a few too many drinks,

choose to take an Uber
and avoid the DUI.

- Who drinks at a diner?

And isn't that
a little bit of a leap?

If that had happened,
she would have called me,

we're very close.

And she wasn't at her house.

- Maybe she slept elsewhere.

- Yeah, I don't think that
was the case, Detective.

- Who are you?
- I'm her boyfriend.

We're dating at least

and she definitely didn't sleep
at my place last night.

- It's been less than 24 hours.

A bit too early to file
a missing person's report.

- So if I tell you that's she's
not an alcoholic or a tramp,

then can you do your job?

- Okay, okay, let's just
dial it back here a notch,

I think the detective
is trying to do his job.

- Any more intruders?

- No, what exactly
are you suggesting?

- We're just concerned.

It's not like Alisa
to disappear like this.

- I apologize if I gave
the wrong impression.

Just trying to rule out
all possible scenarios,

just protocol.
- Fine.

I understand.

So what can we do now?

- At this point, not a lot.

Fill out the
necessary paperwork

and go home and get some sleep.

- That's it?

- Alright,
thank you, Detective.

We certainly appreciate
you taking the time.

- Wait a minute.
- You've got my number.

If you don't hear from her
by tomorrow afternoon,

give me a call.
- It's okay.

- Thank you.

(suspenseful music)

Oh my God, you scared me.
- I called you four times.

It's almost midnight.
- What?

- Where have you been?

- I accidentally left
my phone on vibrate,

I was just at the shop late
doing inventory, that's all.

- It's fine.

I was worried about you.

- Are you gonna let me in?

- Of course.

I'm sorry,
honey, come in.

Come in.

Do you need anything?

- No, I think I just need
to get a good night sleep.

You know you might wanna sleep
in the guest room tonight,

I think I'm coming
down with something.

- Sure, I understand.

That's very thoughtful of you.

- Thank you.

- No.

- Oh you're just
standing there.

- Actually, there's
a couple things

Dale asked me to
do before tomorrow

so I'll just be...

I'll just be in the office.

- Okay.

I'm gonna get ready for bed.

- Goodnight.

- Goodnight.

- I love you, Melanie.

Come on, wait.

Come on boy, why stop here?

Why can't you do it?

You can do this.
You can shoot her.

I can't do it.

You're gonna go to prison,
you're gonna go to prison.

Prison, for a woman,
for that woman.

She loves me, me, me.

I don't deserve her.

I can't do it.

(laughing maniacally)

Yes, you can, now calm down.

You are Derrick Saxons.

I am Derrick Saxons.

- Where are you?

Where are you, Lise?

- Hey, Mel?

- Oh, I thought you were
sleeping in the guest room.

- I just, I needed
to talk to you.

It's just I know I've been
acting strangely lately

and while I was away,
something triggered me.

It's a long story which I've
been meaning to tell you.

- It's okay.

I understand.

(phone buzzing)

- Ugh, great timing.

It's business.

I'm so sorry but I'm
gonna have to take this.

- Oh no, it's okay, don't
worry about it, just,

I'm gonna go downstairs
and make some tea.

- Are you sure?
- Yeah, of course.

- What?

This better be important.

Are you sure about that?

(suspenseful music)

- Listen to me, she
is dangerously close

to understanding everything.

We spent the entire day
running around the city

searching for Alisa.

- Why would you
let her do that?

- What precisely was
I supposed to do?

You asked me to follow her.

She saw your vehicle in
the car park at the diner.

We have to move
up the timeline.

Are you listening?
- Yeah, I'm listening.

- Are you?
Are you listening, Alex?

Because I'm telling you
she is going to find out.

- Just shut up, let me think.

Think, think.

- Look, she's stalling
on signing the contracts

which leads me to believe
that she is on to us.

Why aren't you hearing me?

- Okay, plan B.

I need you to do what I said.

And this time exactly
what I said.

Exactly.

I'll sleep downstairs.

- That's probably best.

(birds chirping)

Derrick?

Derrick, are you there?

Detective Grant, please.

(phone ringing)

- Mrs. Saxons, how are you?

Any word from--
- He has a tattoo.

- Who does?
- My husband.

- Hold on, slow down.
- He's not my husband.

- A tattoo? You do know that's
not illegal, right?

- No, no, you don't get it.

He's an imposter.
- Because he has a tattoo?

- No, it's not just the tattoo.

I went in Derrick's office
and he has a box of documents

and photographs.

Look, I know this sounds crazy

and I know you think that
I'm just a paranoid person,

but can you--
- Oh, hold on, Mrs. Saxons,

I'm gonna have
to call you back.

- No, no, please, please
don't call me back, please.

- Maybe the first step would
be a marriage counselor.

- Damn you.

(knocking on window)
- (screams) Don't do that!

- I'm so sorry.
- Get in!

- I just wanted
to make sure you were okay.

- Get in!
- [Raymond] Okay.

- I activated Find
my Device on my iPad

which I hid in
his car last night

and I'm praying it will
take us straight to Derrick.

That man is not Derrick, he
had a tattoo of a spiderweb.

Do you know what that means?
- Uh, that he likes spiders?

- No, it's a prison tattoo.
It means trapped.

- Well did you call the police?

- [Mel] I don't have
a lot of credibility

with Detective Grant.

- Take a right here.
- Okay.

- Wait, what exactly are
you expecting us to find

if we find anything at all?

- I guess we'll find out.

- [Raymond]
Yeah, I guess we will.

- Do you think he's inside?
- I don't know.

Is that his car?
- Yeah.

- Jesus.

- I know Derrick is in there
and Alisa probably is too.

- I really hope you're
wrong about that, Melanie.

- We gotta get inside.
- Hold on, wait, wait, wait.

This is all getting
a little intense.

Can we just slow down?
- Look, you're either in

or you're out, but I need to
get some answers right now.

- Wait, wait, wait, wait.

I can't have you
storming into a situation

that could be
potentially dangerous.

Let me just go in first,
check things out, alright?

- Fine, two minutes,

you get two minutes
and then I'm coming in.

- Okay.

I'll be right back.

(suspenseful music)

(phone buzzing)

- Hi, Detective Grant,
this is Melanie Saxons.

- Oh no.

- I need you to
just listen, please?

- Hold on, slow down.
- Just listen!

- Listen, we are
directly outside,

she's coming to the
front door right now.

Yes, I'm coming in the back.

- Ah, don't do that.

- [Mel] I have to.
I'm going in.

- God, no.

(dramatic music)

Oh Mrs. Saxons...

You had to be a hero.

- I'm going in.

- Come in.

- Where is my husband?

- Congratulations.

You figured it out, didn't you?

Come on, I won't bite.

- Where is he?

- [Alex] I'm sorry, Melanie.

(gun fires)
(Mel screams)

- Oh my God, Raymond.

What the hell is
wrong with you?

- Alright, enough,
enough, enough.

Let's go.

Let's go pay Derrick a visit.

- Mel!
(Mel grunts)

(Alex groaning)

You need help, Alex.

- What?

What, brother, what?
- Let her go.

I'll do anything, anything.

I'll give you anything.

What do you need?
- What, brother?

What can I have?

Can I have the last
30 years back, huh?

Can you give me that?

Can you make her love me?

Huh, can you do that?

I didn't think so.

I mean, let's be honest,

given the current situation,

I'd say that ship's pretty
much sailed, wouldn't you?

- You need help, Alex.

- What I need, brother,
is you gone.

- [Derrick]
Alex, what are you doing?

We are actually brothers.
- Please don't.

- This was all
supposed to be so easy.

But unfortunately,

for everyone involved actually,

Melanie's feminine
instincts kicked in

before things could wrap
themselves up.

So close.

All I needed was one signature,

but you sniffed it out,
didn't ya?

- You don't have to do this.

- Please, please,
just let us go.

We won't tell anyone.

- It is unfortunate that
you have to die too, Alisa,

but...

Collateral damage, I'm afraid.

Wrong place, wrong time.
- Alex.

- What do you want, Melanie?

- Thank you.

- Mel, I'm about
to kill your husband,

your best friend and then you,

what could you
possibly thank me for?

- I couldn't figure it out,

how it was so different
after the trip,

or what was different

but it all makes sense now.

- What does?

- I felt cared for again.

Finally somebody was
paying attention to me.

I haven't felt that
in so long, Alex.

I've been alone.

All Derrick
cares about is his work.

- Please don't, please don't.

- I wanna believe that,
Melanie, I really do.

- We were done,
I wanted a divorce.

I'm sorry, Derrick but
it's true and you know it.

- Is she telling the truth?

- And then you gave me
what he couldn't.

Finally I felt
important to someone...

And cherished

And loved.

- You felt all that?

- Come on, Alex.

I know you felt it too.

You did, didn't you?

You can ask Alisa.

I called her
after the first night.

- It's true, she did.

She said she had
never been so happy,

that after Chicago,

Derrick was a different man,

I swear to you.

- It's not too late.

We can leave,

just you and me.

We can take the money
and we can disappear.

Is that what you want, Alex?

Is that what you want, Alex?
- I do.

I do want that.

(intense suspenseful music)

Why would you do that?

(Alex grunting)

- [Derrick] The gun!
Melanie, get the gun.

- Freeze!

Put the gun down,
Melanie, put the gun down.

It's okay.

Put it down.

I got this.

Okay.

- [Derrick] I love you.

- I love you so much.

This was so nice.

I think we needed to go
on a few more of these dates

because it's not just
gonna be the two of us

for that much longer.

- Hey, after everything
that's happened,

you sure you want to
start a family with me?

- Hey, remember these?

- Eternity.
- Mmm-mm.

That's how long
you're stuck with me.

- Come here.
- (laughs)

(light music)

- Surprise!

(laughter
and indistinct chatter)

- Congratulations.
- [Derrick] Wow, look at this.

- You guys are amazing planners.

(indistinct chatter)

(suspenseful music)

(light music)

(camera film reeling)
(dramatic music)