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(passing horn honks)

(tires screech)

- Somebody help me, please! - What happened?

- My wife she's hurt, she needs a doctor right away.

- We need a gurney here right away.

What happened? - I don't know.

I found her at the bottom of the stairs.

- Get her gently down here. - You're gonna be okay.

All right?

- Okay, good.

All right, let's get us to the OR now.

All right, does she have any allergies?

- [Husband] No.

- Is she taking any prescription medication?

- No, not that I know of.

- CAT scan in here!

- You'll have to wait here, sir.

Someone will be with you shortly.

- Sara, I'll be right here, baby.

(suspenseful music)

- Oh, Mr. Hansen? - Yes.

- I'm Dr. Berry. I treated your wife.

- Is she gonna be okay? - Your wife's gonna recover.

But she suffered a concussion and severe bruising

and we need her to stay a few days for observation.

- Thank you, Dr. Berry.

Can I see her?

- She's sedated right now.

- Please?

- Just a few minutes.

And remember, just one minute, okay?

- Okay.

(somber music) (machine bleeps rhythmically)

Sara?

Baby?

Hey.

Hey, it's me, Ryan.

I love you, baby.

Everything's okay, baby.

Doctor says I can take you home in the morning.

Hi.

These are for you.

- Thank you.

- You had me worried.

I don't know what I'd do without you.

This will all be behind us soon.

Come here.

Let me help you, Sara.

Let's get outta here.

(somber music)

Thank you.

- [Sara] Thanks.

- You must be glad to be comin' home.

- Yeah.

- What did you say?

- I am. I'm glad to be coming home, Ryan.

- I don't like this hospital.

Or the way that Dr. Berry was looking at you,

and the way he was looking at me.

Did he ask you any questions?

(Sara chuckles)

Sara?

- He asked me what happened.

You know, how I was hurt.

You know, what happened. I fell down the stairs.

- I'll get you home safe.

(door slams)

(door slams)

(car starts)

(somber music)

(Sara chuckles)

- "To my wife, on her birthday.

For you, my darling, to wear on your special night.

I love you."

Oh.

(chuckles)

(door creaks)

- Are you okay? - Mm-hm. Yeah.

- I was so worried.

- [Sara] Ah, you shouldn't be.

- I'm not just your boss, Sara. I'm your friend.

- Sorry. (clears throat)

Yeah.

- He hurt you again, didn't he?

I should report that bastard to-

- No, don't, Christine, it's only gonna make it worse

and besides, this was kind of my fault.

- Are you kidding me?

You're a victim here, Sara. You're not responsible for this!

- Please don't say anything.

- (sighs) I just can't stand by quietly

and let him do this to you.

Someone has to tell the police.

- It wasn't always like this.

- I know.

- I remember when I first met him, he was so

handsome and caring and loving and he was attentive and-

- Yes, but he's not the same Ryan

that you're married to now.

Honey, he controls everything you do.

Do you remember you used to be so outgoing?

The Sara I knew was fearless.

You'd do or try everything.

When was the last time you went climbing,

or did anything adventurous?

Ryan needs help and you need protection.

I'm calling the police. - No, Christine, don't.

Don't. Just let us work this out ourselves, okay?

He doesn't mean it.

(Christine sighs)

He says he's gonna get help.

And I believe him.

I just love him.

And he loves me.

I can change him.

Gotta give me the chance, hm?

- Okay.

I'll hold off.

- Thank you.

- But you gotta do something.

- I will.

- Sarah, look.

If you need me, day or night, you call me, okay?

- Yeah. - You promise?

- I will, thank you.

(door creaks)

(peaceful piano music)

- Well, I have a toast.

To the birthday girl,

and the most beautiful,

wonderful woman that I know.

(glasses clink)

Okay.

Close your eyes.

Close 'em.

This is just a little something

to show you how much you mean to me.

- Oh.

Ryan.

They're beautiful.

- Put them on.

(Sara chuckles)

Come on.

- Wow.

- [Ryan] You like 'em?

- [Sara] I love 'em.

I love 'em.

- Really? - (chuckles) Yeah, yeah.

How do I look?

- Wow. - Yeah?

Really? (chuckles) - You're stunning.

- Thank you.

Thank you.

(both chuckle)

(Ryan sighs)

- Sara.

I know I haven't been the best husband lately.

And um...

I'm truly sorry

for the way that I've treated you,

but things are going to be different now.

We're gonna get our marriage back on track.

I promise, baby.

Now, let's get outta here.

- Okay.

- And once again, Mrs. Hansen, happy birthday.

- Thank you. (chuckles)

- Let me guess. 21, right? - (chuckles) Oh, yes.

Over and over again.

What a night.

(sighs)

- What the hell was that?

- What?

- The guy, the waiter? - Oh.

He was just trying to be polite, make conversation.

We're customers, that's what he's paid to do.

- He was flirting with you, Sara, and you flirted back.

- No, it wasn't.

- Don't lie to me, Sara. - Ryan, I'm not lying-

- I said don't lie to me!

(ominous music)

Get in the car.

You know I don't like it when you lie to me, Sara.

(car door slams)

(car door slams)

(car starts)

- Okay, wait. Just-

- What did you think you're doing in there,

making a fool of me? - Please, Ryan!

It wasn't what you-

(slap) (Ryan grunts)

No, Ryan, don't!

No! No, Ryan!

Stop it! No, Ryan!

- Shut up! Shut up!

- I'm sorry! I'm so sorry, you're right!

I'm sorry! I'm sorry!

Okay, okay, okay. - Shh.

(Sara sobs) (dark orchestral music)

- I'm sorry for raising my voice.

I just can't stand the thought of you with another man.

I just love you so much.

(both pant)

Let's get you upstairs and cleaned up, okay?

- Come here. - No.

(pants and moans)

- [Co-Worker] Oh, hey, Sara.

- Yeah, come on.

(door creaks)

Let me see.

No, honey.

Not again.

- That's nothing.

- What do you mean nothing? Look at your face.

This can't go on, you have to leave him.

- He's gonna kill me if I do.

- He's gonna kill you if you don't.

- You're right, Christine.

That is not the same man that I married.

I'm gonna leave him.

- Good. - Just don't call the police.

Please don't.

- Okay. - Don't.

- I'm so sorry.

I'm sorry.

(crickets chirp)

- [Reporter] Thanks for the sport news, Dave.

Now back to Joanna.

- Thanks, Dave, and now for the latest news.

Archeologists are excited about the initial findings

discovered right here in Washington State.

Human remains estimated to be between eight

and 10,000 years old, have been uncovered

deep within the Kokanee Cave system.

Geologists claim there are hundreds of such cave systems

throughout the State, many of them virtually uncharted.

And now to John Walters for the weather.

(melancholy orchestral music)

(keyboard clacks)

(knocks)

- Hey!

So, what's this great idea you have?

- Well, I thought a lot about what you said,

about me not being myself and not being adventurous,

and it really struck a nerve.

- Good.

- I wanna do a piece on caving in our state.

- Caving?

- You know, nature at its best and what it has to offer.

(phone rings)

- Okay. I'll give you this one.

Hey, Sarah. Good for you.

It's step in the right direction.

(chuckles) (somber music)

- What're you reading?

- [Sara] You scared me. (chuckles)

- You were in another zone.

- Yeah, well, just getting ready for this cave story.

It's due in a few weeks.

Listen, Ryan, I have to go out of town for a few days.

- Out of town? You know I don't like you traveling.

- But it's just gonna be for a few days and...

- Just a few days?

- Ryan, why don't you come with me?

I'd really love to have you there.

- Sure, why not?

I mean, it could be dangerous, you out there all alone.

(Sara chuckles)

- Thanks, honey.

- (laughs) It's been so long since we've done this.

- I know.

I know, long overdue.

(chuckles)

- Cheers.

- Cheers. (chuckles)

- So how's your caving project coming?

- Good, good.

We're leaving tomorrow.

Yeah.

- "We?"

- Ryan is coming with me.

We're gonna spend some time together.

Listen, before you say anything, I asked him.

He didn't force himself on me, he didn't try to stop me.

- I just hope to hell you know what you're doing.

Please be careful? - I will!

I will.

Christine, you've always been there for me.

Thank you.

- You sure you're doing the right thing?

- Yes.

Yes, I am. (brooding electronic music)

- You're spending a lot of time on this cave stuff.

- (chuckles) Hey.

Yeah. Yeah, I am.

It's my job.

I really wanna be thorough for this newspaper.

- You call that rag a newspaper?

- (chuckles) Yeah, it is a rag, huh?

I know, I was kind of thinking,

with the extra money that I make, maybe you and I could go-

- We can what?

I'll decide what we do with the money you make, Sara.

Just remember that.

- Of course, Ryan.

- That's good.

You know I support your career. Right, honey?

If there's anything I can do to help you, just let me know.

- Well...

I really appreciate that and...

I love you for supporting me.

- Well, that's what a good husband does, Sara.

He looks after his little woman.

Hm?

So, where exactly are we going?

- Oh, we are going to Brighton Caves.

Mm-hm, yeah, it's quite remote.

It's a five-hour trek through the woods

before we even get to the opening of the cave.

- Well, is there any cell service?

You know I'm gonna have to make some calls.

- Nope.

Are you sure you're up for this?

(suspenseful music)

- You're not trying to get rid of me, are you?

Maybe there's someone else you would rather go with?

- (chuckles) No.

Ryan, I wanna go with you.

Come on. Please, don't.

- Don't what?

- Just don't hurt me.

- Oh, sweetheart, (chuckles) I'm not gonna hurt you.

So, when do we leave?

- Saturday, if that's okay with you.

- Yeah. Yeah, that should be fine.

(footsteps clack)

(crickets chirp)

(dramatic music) Get back here!

- Stop it! - I told you!

Where are you going? (Sara screams)

- Stop it!

(groans)

- All right?

I told you!

Why do you have to do this to me?

- Ryan, no! Please!

- Where were you?

Where were you? - Ryan!

- Look what you do to me! - Ryan, please!

- Why do you make me do this to you?

I told you. Look what you made me do.

Look what you made me do!

(thud)

(Sara gasps) (dark music)

(Sara sobs)

- This is it. Let's get ready.

Here we go.

- It's incredible.

(water drips)

- [Sara] Careful.

(wind blows)

(rock crumbles)

You all right?

- I'm doing good.

(Sara laughs)

(suspenseful music) (water drips)

- [Ryan] Oh, man.

This place is spooky.

- [Sara] It's magnificent.

(dark orchestral music)

(moans)

(Ryan grunts)

This is it.

- Which way?

- I think we should continue straight.

- My light seems dimmer.

Yeah, now I'm really losing my light.

Let me check it. - All right.

Aim your beam my way.

- It's weird, I put fresh batteries in those before we left.

Try pushing up.

- Yeah.

It's really low.

- We still have mine.

- Let's just keep moving for now.

- Yeah.

You got it?

- I'm okay. - Okay.

(suspenseful music)

- [Ryan] Feels like we're descending into hell.

- Check this out.

Yes!

This is it.

This is it!

- Oh, it's spectacular.

- Okay, I'm just gonna get a few shots.

How are you holding up?

- Good. (Sara laughs)

- All right, let me just take a few shots

and we'll be outta here.

You know what? I wanna get a little closer.

- Are you sure that's a good idea, Sara?

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Just stay here so I can get some pictures of you.

- Well, just be careful, okay?

- Get up.

Yeah, right. Perfect.

Okay, Ryan, now pretend like you're having fun.

- (sighs) Sara, just hurry up.

- Would you just smile and pretend you're having fun?

(chuckles) All right, I just wanna get this one.

Cheese! (camera snaps)

(chuckles) Oh, you're handsome.

- [Ryan] Let's just hurry up and get out.

- Okay, one more.

(screams) - Sara, Sara!

- Sara!

- [Sara] Ryan!

- Sara, hold on! - I'm standing on a ledge!

- Give me your hand, baby. Just hold on.

(Sara screams)

Sara, reach out but calm down, just give me your hand!

- [Sara] I'm slipping, no!

(screams)

- Sara!

Sara! - Ryan!

- Sara!

No!

No, no, no!

Sara!

Hold on, baby!

(tense orchestral music)

(lighter flicks)

Sara!

Sara, if can you hear me, I'm gonna go get help!

(somber music)

- You're responsible for this.

Why'd you have to kill her, Ryan?

Just get bored with beating on her?

Or did you find out she wanted to leave you?

- I love Sara. - Oh, right.

- This was an accident. - Accident, huh?

You may have everybody else fooled,

but I know you killed her.

You took her to those caves!

The perfect place to do it, wasn't it?

(slap) (guests gasp)

- [Man] Come on.

(crickets chirp)

(melancholy piano music)

(footsteps clack)

(wind whistles)

(birds tweet)

(suspenseful music)

(frame clatters)

- Ryan, why don't you go with me?

I'd love for you to be there.

I don't understand, I put fresh batteries

in both headlamps before we left.

(screams) - Sara, Sara!

No!

Sara!

No!

No, no, no!

Sara!

Sara!

Sara!

Sara!

Sara!

Sara!

- What the hell were you up to?

(glass shatters)

(car engine roars)

(car door slams)

- Nice to finally meet you in person, Mr. Hansen.

- You too.

(car door slams)

- Let's cut to the chase.

Why do you think your wife is still alive?

(Ryan sighs)

- My wife told me when her father passed away,

she received nothing from his estate.

It's not true.

She got $200,000 from his will.

And then I found this.

She disappeared in a cave system about a year ago.

She was officially declared dead,

although her body was never recovered.

- Convenient.

So she set the whole thing up?

- This is her personal information.

Birthday, social security number, et cetera.

- One last question.

Why do you wanna find your wife?

- She's my wife.

I love her to death.

(ominous orchestral music)

- [Detective] I'll see what I can do.

(car door slams)

(dark orchestral music) (fire crackles)

(phone rings)

(phone rings)

- [Ryan] Hello.

- I have something you'll be interested in, Mr. Hansen.

If you like, I can drop by your house this evening.

- Great.

Look, we'll see you at eight o'clock.

(phone bleeps)

(crickets chirp)

- Just over two years ago, your wife opened a bank account

with an initial deposit of over $200,000.

I managed to get a copy of the draft.

The account was cleaned out just a few days

before your wife's disappearance.

The funds were wired to a bank account

under the name of Julie Nichols.

- Julie Nichols?

Is that what she's calling herself now?

So where is she?

- Thurmond, West Virginia, but the trail ends with the wire.

Unless I actually go there myself,

I can't tell you whether Julie's your wife or not.

- So I guess you'll be going to Thurmond.

- Well, in that case, I'll need some

advance money for my expenses.

- As I said earlier, money is not a problem.

- I like the sound of that.

- Give me just a minute.

(footsteps clack)

(footsteps clack)

(ominous music)

This is a picture of Sara.

- [Detective] You'll be hearing from me.

(door slams)

- Okay, close together.

Big smile.

Big smile!

There it is!

Yay!

(camera snaps)

Great, we got it.

Well done!

Okay, I'll have these ready for you first thing next week.

- Perfect, sounds great. - Okay.

And you.

- Thank you, Mrs. Nichol.

- You are welcome.

I'll see ya.

Bye bye. (chuckles)

(knocks)

Sorry, we're closed for the afternoon!

- [Man] Oh, I was hoping you might be able

to squeeze in one more customer?

- Oh, no-can-do, unless you're ready to bribe me.

- Well, uh, I could throw in a dinner for two

at Luciano's or maybe, just maybe a weekend ski trip?

- You're on, Brad. (chuckles)

- (moans) Hi. - (moans) Hi.

(suspenseful music)

(camera snaps)

(camera snaps)

(car starts)

(car starts)

(car creaks)

(car doors slam)

(muffled chatter)

(camera snaps)

(camera snaps)

(car creaks)

(car door slams)

(car starts) (phone keypad bleeps)

- I found her.

I'll be back tomorrow.

(phone bleeps)

(car starts)

(plane engine whines)

(door opens) (footsteps clack)

(door closes)

- Those the pictures?

(tense music)

- Attractive woman, your wife.

- [Ryan] Who's the guy?

- Brad Taylor.

As far as I could find out,

they've been dating about three months.

He's a local contractor.

- Have you got the rest of the info?

- It's all in the file.

She owns a photo studio and a small home

just out of town, address is in there.

Even threw in her phone numbers.

- What a bitch!

Does anybody else know about this?

- [Detective] No one.

- So that's everything?

- That's it, nothing else. Well, except payment.

Cash, like we discussed.

- Yeah, I got it right here. 4,500, right?

- Mm-hm.

- [Ryan] Give me your gun.

- You don't have to do this.

- Shut up and give me your gun.

Keep your hands up and get on your knees!

- I... Keep the money!

I'll walk away and not say a word to anybody.

- Shut up and let me think!

- This is crazy! - No!

She is crazy.

(gun fires) (ominous music)

(footsteps clack)

(dark orchestral music)

(footsteps clack)

- Hi.

Ryan Hansen. I have a reservation.

- Welcome back to the Emerald New York, Mr. Hansen.

Enjoy your stay.

- Thank you.

Could you have someone put my bags in my room?

I'm late for a meeting and I won't be back until late.

- Certainly, Mr. Hansen.

Room 1104.

You also have a car reservation, the concierge is out there.

- Thank you. - Have a wonderful day.

- Will do.

(footsteps clack)

(car engine roars)

(footsteps clack)

(car whistles)

(dark orchestral music)

(car door slams)

(car starts)

(brakes squeak)

(phone rings)

- Hello?

Hello!

Brad, are you toying with me?

(ominous music)

Hello?

Hello.

Brad?

(dark orchestral music)

(phone bleeps)

(phone rings)

- Hello?

(phone rings) (chuckles)

Hello, Brad?

- Nope, it's just me. - Oh, Karen, hi!

- Feel like stopping by today?

Things are a little slow here.

- Sure.

- Great, because it's your turn for the lattes.

How about, um, something like 1:30?

- 1:30!

- Okay, bye

(phone bleeps)

(phone rings) (sighs)

(ominous music)

(phone rings)

(phone bleeps)

- [Karen] So I'm a little curious, Julie.

- About what? - Oh, about you and Brad.

- You know those shoes you love? I saw 'em 50% off.

- Hey, don't you change the subject on me.

It's just that you guys have been seeing each other

for a while now and you know, I'm just a little curious.

- Wait a minute, did Brad talk to you?

- No, no, no.

- Did Brad talk to you?

- Actually, yes.

- But, what did, what? What did you say?

- He just wanted to know if you would consider

living with him, and asked for my advice.

- And you said?

- I said if I was you, I would say "show me the ring."

- You did not.

I'm not ready for that kind of commitment.

- Come on, are you insane?

This guy is head over heels for you.

Think about it, he's sweet, honest,

good looking, makes a great living.

Okay, seriously, what's with the hesitation?

- Come on, Karen, I just wanna be sure.

You know, I don't wanna rush into anything, that's all.

- Julie, Brad's a good guy.

- I know.

- Don't wait too long or you might risk losing him.

And remember, the years can sneak up on you just like that.

And then you might find yourself single, lonely

and wearing the latest leopard-print fashions.

- (chuckles) That is pathetic.

- Yeah. Actually, speaking of pathetic.

That reminds me of the first time that I met you.

- Oh, stop it. (laughs)

- Remember? It was pouring down rain?

- [Sara] Yes!

- And I saw your trudging outside, you had no hat,

no umbrella, I felt so sorry for you.

Remember I gave you an umbrella?

- Yes, I had to walk three and a half miles,

'cause the car broke down and I was too afraid to hitchhike.

- And you looked just like-

- Something the cat dragged in.

- Actually, I was gonna say drowned rat, but close enough.

(ominous music)

Are you okay?

You look like you just saw ghost.

- I thought I...

Saw somebody there.

Just too much caffeine, I guess.

I gotta... Oh, god, I'm late again.

I'm gonna call you later, okay?

- Okay, bye.

(suspenseful music)

(glass shatters)

(crickets chirp)

(door unlocks)

(footsteps clack) (glass crunches)

(tense music)

(dark orchestral music)

(footsteps clack)

(crickets chirp)

(door locks)

(birds tweet)

- I'll see you later, sweetheart.

(door closes)

(bird squawks) (phone keypad bleeps)

Karen.

Listen, I thought a lot about what you said the other day

and, well, you're right, about Brad.

(laughs)

Uh-huh. Call me as soon as you get this message.

Okay.

(car starts)

Oh.

(chuckles)

(phone rings)

Hello?

Hello!

(chuckles) (phone bleeps)

(phone rings)

Hello? - Hey, it's me.

What's going on? You sounded odd.

- I don't know, somebody keeps calling me and hanging up.

- Well, it wasn't me.

Anyway, sorry it took me a while.

I was painting and I wanted to finish it,

so I could show you tonight.

- Oh, tonight?

- Yes, remember our favorite show is on,

and it's not a rerun.

- All right, I'll be there.

- Why don't you come early? I'll make you some dinner.

- Ah, you're on.

I'll see ya.

(phone bleeps) (suspenseful music)

(door bell rings)

(footsteps clack)

- Hi, sorry to bother you.

- That's okay, how can I help you?

- Well, actually I'm new in town

and I'm thinking about buying a house.

The one down the street?

- The O'Reilly house?

- Yeah, that's the one.

I was just wondering if this is a nice neighborhood.

- Absolutely.

In fact, if you have time for coffee,

come in and I'll tell you all about it, mister-

- Jackson, Dave Jackson.

And I would love to. Thank you very much.

(suspenseful music) (door creaks)

(door closes)

(phone keypad bleeps)

(phone rings)

- [Sara] Hey, Karen, it's me. I'm running late, sorry.

I'm gonna run home, take a quick shower

and I'll be right over.

See you soon, bye.

(phone bleeps)

(car engine roars)

(brakes squeak)

(footsteps clack)

(suspenseful music)

(keys clink)

(ominous music)

(footsteps clack)

(footsteps clack)

(tense music)

(birds tweet)

(footsteps clack)

(birds tweet)

(tense music) (glass crunches)

- (gasps) Oh, god!

(gasps and yelps) - Julie, it's me, it's okay!

Are you okay? Oh, my goodness, you're scaring me.

- You frightened me. - Frightened you?

- Yeah. - Oh, my god.

I'm shaking myself here. Oh, my goodness.

Are you okay? What's this all about?

- Yeah, I'm a little shaky (chuckles) today, you know?

I've had someone call me a lot and a hang up on my phone.

And you saw the glass downstairs.

- Yeah, was anything taken?

- No.

- Well, okay. Do you wanna call the police or something?

- What? And tell 'em what, huh?

They're not gonna do anything.

- They can search for fingerprints or other...

I don't know, just keep an eye on the house.

- Listen, I'm really running late to meet Karen.

I'll meet you at your house later, okay?

- Yeah, okay.

Yeah, sure. - Okay.

I'm good. (chuckles)

- Okay. - Yeah.

- Say hi to Karen for me.

- I will!

(Sara sighs) (dark music)

(Sara sighs)

(crickets chirp)

Karen!

Sorry I'm late!

I'm here!

Karen!

(ominous swelling music)

No!

Oh, god!

Oh, my god, help!

(tense music)

(pants)

Yes, please hurry! Something's happened to my friend.

I'm at 12427 Barkley.

Please hurry!

(sobs)

(distorted radio chatter)

(somber orchestral music)

- Julie. - Brad.

- What happened? - I don't know, I don't know!

She's dead.

- Miss Nichols?

You're free to go now, ma'am.

We'll contact you once we conclude our investigation.

But at this point it looks like a straightforward case

of accidental death.

Seems she lost her balance while she was trying

to dust the fan and fell over the rail.

Sorry for your loss, ma'am.

- Thank you.

(dark orchestral music)

Brad, we have to talk.

(footsteps clack)

(sighs)

I don't know where to begin.

- It's all right, just take your time.

(somber orchestral music)

- Brad, I love you very much.

- I love you too, baby.

- Something I need to tell you.

18 Months ago, I moved here to get away from my past.

My name isn't Julie Nichols, it's Sara Hansen.

- Okay, well, what're you talking about?

- Please, this is so hard for me to say.

I never meant to lie to you.

I was married for four and a half years.

(Brad chuckles)

- Married? You said you'd never been married.

- Yeah, well, it was a mistake,

but I didn't know that until it was too late.

I was married to a man that beat and abused me.

He treated me like I was nothing but a piece of trash.

- Well, why didn't you leave him?

- You don't know Ryan.

He would've killed me if I did.

Brad, I was a caged animal.

- Okay, but please,

don't tell me you killed your husband and you took off.

- No, that is not what I did.

I killed myself, Brad.

That is what I did.

- You killed yourself? - Yes.

I knew that that was the only way

that I could be free of him,

and to be happy, was to stage my own death,

and to make certain that he believed it.

- How?

- What's important right now is that I think he figured

it out and he's come here and he's tracked me down,

and he is gonna kill me for leaving him.

- You believe he's responsible for these mysterious calls

and the broken window?

- Yeah, and Karen's death.

He did it, Brad.

I know he did.

- Look, you heard the police. They say it was accidental.

She fell over a railing!

- Before we left Karen's house, I saw a caving magazine.

- So?

- That's how I did it.

Staged a caving accident.

He left me a calling card, Brad.

He's gonna kill me for leaving him.

- You know, I don't know what to make of all this.

What, what to believe.

- I promise I'm never gonna lie to you again.

Brad, he's here and he's crazy.

- All right, we'll pack some bags and

you can stay at my place until we figure this out.

- Thank you, I thought you were gonna turn your back on me.

(moans)

I love you.

I love you.

(footsteps clack)

(ominous music)

(phone keypad bleeps)

(phone rings)

(phone rings)

Hi, this is Julie.

I'm not here to take your call right now,

but leave me a message and I will call you back.

Thanks.

(phone bleeps)

(phone thuds)

(glass shatters)

(birds tweet)

(bird squawks)

Brad, I don't think that's a very good idea.

- If you go to the police now and you're wrong,

he will find you.

Look, you know where he works.

Just let me call and see if he's there.

Trust me, he won't know that it's us.

- All right.

All right.

His number is 253.

(phone keypad bleeps) 555-0253.

- Good morning. Ryan Hansen, please.

Put me through to his office.

Yes.

I need to speak to Mr. Hansen, please.

Do you know when to expect him back?

New York?

No, I'll just try again next week.

Thank you, bye.

(phone bleeps)

Well, his office says he's in New York till early next week.

- Yeah, I know the hotel that he always stays at.

It's the Emerald.

(phone keypad bleeps)

- [Brad] Hi, could you give me the number

to the Emerald Hotel in New York, please?

Thank you.

(phone keypad bleeps)

(phone rings)

- Good afternoon. The Emerald Hotel, how may I help you?

- Yes, do you have a Ryan Hansen registered at your hotel?

- One moment, please.

(keyboard clacks)

Yes, we do have a Ryan Hansen registered.

Would you like me to put you through to his room

or his voicemail?

- No, I'll surprise him in person, thank you very much.

(phone bleeps)

He's in New York.

He's confirmed as a guest at the hotel.

- So I'm overreacting?

I don't know what to make about this.

And I saw someone that looked just like Ryan and then...

Karen's death and I...

It's just awful.

- Julie.

Look, I can't imagine the terror you've had to go through,

but you have to move on.

And I'm here for you.

- Yeah.

Yeah, you're right.

I have to get my mind off this.

I'm gonna go to the studio, work a little bit.

Can you take me there?

- Sure.

- Okay, thanks.

(suspenseful music)

(birds tweet)

(car door closes)

- Good afternoon!

- Well, it was.

But I got turned around in the mountains

and lost my sense of direction.

- Oh, where you headed to? - Bloom Lake.

- Oh, you're not far off the track.

Just head back up that road about 10 miles,

turn left at Mayberry and follow that to the highway.

- Thank you.

You have a phone I could use real quick?

My wife was expecting to hear from me hours ago.

She'll be worried sick.

- Follow me.

- Nice place. Lived here long?

- Oh, about 45 years.

My wife passed away and didn't wanna move out.

Too many memories.

- I guess you still miss her. - Sure do.

Every day.

(ominous music)

(muffled thud)

(liquid splashes)

(bottles clink)

(liquid splashes)

(glass shatters)

- [Ryan] Well, thank you for seeing me on such short notice.

- Oh, well, Mr. Carruthers, it's been a little slow lately,

so I'm more than happy to take any work that comes my way.

- Well, it's a nice lot.

I'm just anxious to build on it, ASAP.

- Well, when would you like me to come and survey the site?

We could book some next week, if it's convenient for you?

- Well, I'm running short on time.

Do you think you could come out to the property

with me today and size up the job?

I mean, of course I'll pay for your time.

Should only take us a few hours.

- Yeah, I could rearrange my schedule,

if you just give me a minute.

- [Ryan] Great.

(ominous orchestral music)

(phone keypad bleeps)

- [Brad] Hi, it's me.

I won't be dropping by for lunch this afternoon.

I'm gonna go and see client's site, okay?

- Yeah, that's fine. I'll see you later.

I love you.

- I love you too. Bye.

All right, shall we? - Yeah, we'll take my car.

- [Brad] Okay.

It's pretty safe out here, not many people come around here.

(car doors close)

(car starts)

So what brings you out this way?

What made you decide to live out here?

- I like the area. - Yeah?

- Thought I'd start off anew. - I grew up on farms.

This, this is beautiful countryside.

- Yeah, it's very nice.

I think we've got a flat.

- All right, well, I'm pretty good around a car,

so don't worry about it. - That's good to know.

(birds tweet)

- This one looks okay over here.

They seem okay over here.

Probably a jack in the trunk.

(ominous music)

What in the heck is...

(thud)

(trunk door slams)

(Ryan chuckles)

(car door slams)

(car starts)

(birds tweet and squawk)

(water splashes)

(Ryan giggles)

(bucket clangs)

- Hello, Bradley!

Comfortable? - What the hell is goin' on?

- Let me introduce myself.

Ryan Hansen?

Sara's husband?

- [Brad] If you hurt her, I'll kill you.

(thud) (groans)

- I don't think you're in any position to threaten me!

Now, I need you to do me a favor.

I want you to call Sara.

- [Brad] What for?

- So you can break it off with her.

- She'll never believe it.

(Ryan grunts)

- She better believe it.

Both your lives depends on it, do you understand me?

- Yeah, yeah.

- Yeah? Good.

(ax clangs) (suspenseful music)

(birds squawk) (phone keypad bleeps)

(phone rings)

- Hello?

- Hi, it's me.

- Hey, where you been?

I've been calling your office all afternoon.

I thought you were just gonna be a few hours?

- Julie, there's no client this afternoon.

- What're you talking about?

- This whole thing with your husband, your lies?

I can't deal with it right now.

- Don't. Brad ,you're scaring me, don't do this.

Come on, I'm begging you.

- [Brad] I need some time to myself to think things through.

I'm sorry, Julie. Goodbye.

- Wait, Brad, don't hang up on me.

Brad don't hang... Brad, don't...

(Ryan chuckles)

- Great performance, Brad!

(laughs)

- Look, I'll make you a deal.

Just let me go, and I'll leave town.

Just don't hurt Julie!

(Ryan laughs)

Come on, you'll never hear from me again.

- You make me a deal?

(sighs)

What makes you think I'm gonna hurt her?

No, Brad.

I'm not gonna hurt my wife

for staging her own death and embarrassing me.

You know, she's just like all the other women out there.

(acid splashes and hisses) For the last bath, Brad.

(chuckles)

(sighs)

Nope!

They need us men to teach them how to behave, Bradley.

No, I'm not gonna hurt her.

I'm gonna kill her and you're gonna have a front row seat!

(laughs)

What the hell does she see in you?

- You're crazy!

(thud) - Shut up!

(Brad groans)

Oh.

I gotta go.

My wife doesn't like me to be late for dinner.

But don't worry about not seeing her again, Brad.

We'll be back soon enough.

Take care, buddy!

(knocks)

(crickets chirp)

(dramatic music)

- No!

(chokes) - Shh.

You look so surprised to see me.

(groans) I've missed you.

(Sara yelps)

- Oh, god.

(phone clatters)

- Sara, Sara, Sara.

Didn't I teach you any manners?

What were you gonna tell the cops?

You left your bereaved husband behind

to shack up with someone else?

- You leave him out of this!

(thud) (yelps)

- Don't tell me what to do.

- Okay.

Okay, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Okay.

You can have me, you can do whatever you want.

- Yes, I will, because you're my wife!

You will do exactly what I say, do you understand me?

- Please don't do this.

Please.

- If you wanna save him, you'll do exactly what I say.

And don't worry about your little boyfriend.

He's gonna be just fine.

(tense orchestral music)

(moaning and panting)

Oh, don't fight it, Sara.

(sighs)

Oh, you wish, don't you?

Well, it's not gonna happen.

I'm too good for you.

(footsteps clack)

Get dressed.

(sighs)

You know, we could've had a great life together, Sara,

but you had to go and screw it up.

Everything I did, I did for you.

But I guess that just wasn't good enough now, was it?

Why did you have to do this to me, Sara?

Well, I guess that just doesn't matter now, does it?

(Sara gasps) Hurry up.

Let's go.

I can't believe you thought you'd get away with this, Sara.

(chuckles)

You see this?

You ruined it.

(glass shatters)

We were the perfect couple, Sara.

The life that we had together was the life

that I always dreamed of.

The perfect doting wife, perfect love.

But you ruined it.

(tense music)

You see?

I've changed my ways.

I'm not gonna hit you.

(Sara gasps) I'm gonna kill you.

Let's go, we're taking a drive.

(door slams)

Do you know what kind of hell you put me through

this last year?

- Do you know what kind of hell you put me through

the last few years to drive me to do this?

- I loved you, Sara.

I gave you everything.

- You mean a broken nose and a broken jaw and broken ribs?

That's what I remember you giving me.

(Ryan grunts)

- Why, Sara?

Why did you do this to me?

You know I loved you.

(screams)

(groans)

(tense orchestral music)

Sara!

(Sara pants)

- [Sara] Oh, god.

(Ryan grunts) (screams)

- Now you're gonna pay. - No, no!

(gun fires)

(Sara gasps)

- Sara, I'm not finished with you yet!

(Sara grunts)

You try a stunt like that again,

and I'll make sure you have a slow, painful death.

But not until I take care of your boyfriend first.

- He means nothing to me, Ryan.

You're the only man in my life.

Please let him go.

We can run away together, we can start again.

Please, Ryan. Just you and me.

- I'm tired of your lies, Sara!

(dark orchestral music) (car engine roars)

(car door slams)

Get out of the car, Sara.

Get out the car.

(tense music) - Okay, okay.

(Ryan screams)

(Ryan laughs)

- Scream all you want, Sara. No one can hear you.

There's no one here to help. You belong to me.

- Ryan, you're not getting away with this.

You know, you can still run while you have a chance.

- No, I can't do it, Sara.

You'll just run to the cops and blame me for Karen's death!

No, Sara, I just can't do that.

- Why did you have to kill her?

She didn't do anything to you!

- Sara, Sara, Sara.

Haven't you learnt anything about me?

There's no room for others to complicate our lives!

- Julie!

(Sara groans)

- You were mine till death do us part,

and until then, you remain mine!

Oh, Sara!

(laughs)

18 months of being tormented.

I don't think you realize what that did to me.

(Sara gasps and pants)

But that's okay.

Soon I'm gonna have peace.

Tonight we'll put this to rest forever.

(sighs)

Bradley! (laughs)

We're back!

- Julie!

- We're coming.

Come on, Sara!

- Brad!

- [Brad] Julie!

- No!

Brad! Let me go!

What has he- - Julie.

- What has he done to you?

I'm gonna get you out of here. I'm not leaving you.

(guns fires) (Brad groans)

Stop it! (Ryan laughs wildly)

- Have a seat, Sara.

Come on.

(Brad groans)

It's time we had a little chat.

See if we can resolve some of our domestic disputes.

Although, it does look like

irreconcilable differences to me.

(moans)

Let's see.

First you faked your own death.

Leaving me to face false accusations

of the police and our friends.

Not to mention the public embarrassment, Sara.

And now this, this final...

Get up, get up!

And now this final humiliation?

You fall for some hick.

(thud) (Brad groans)

(sighs)

You know, Sarah.

I don't even know how I could think of taking you back.

Well, I'm glad we had this little chance to talk.

You've convinced me to see things your way.

Our marriage is dead.

(sighs) But you know what's gonna be so very special

about your death?

No one's even gonna miss Sara Hansen. (chuckles)

They may look for a Julie Nichols,

but they're not gonna find her.

I have a special little treat for that.

(keys clink)

Unlock him.

It's time for us to say our goodbyes.

(keys clink)

Come on, Sara, move!

- No.

I'm not leaving you.

- [Ryan] Come on, Sara.

(Brad groans) (Ryan laughs)

- [Sara] Are you okay? Are you okay?

- Save the nurse crap, Sara, let's move!

- [Sara] Stop, please!

You can have me, this is between you and me.

You can do whatever you want, just leave him alone.

- Oh, Sara, I am gonna do whatever I want to you,

but I can't leave brad, he's a liability!

Oh, you sure picked a real winner there, baby.

(thud) (grunts)

Get up!

Hoo! (giggles)

Come on, move!

Oh, Sara, wait till you see what I've got planned for you.

(chain clinks) (groans)

(thud) (groans)

(chain clinks) (thud)

- [Sara] Come on, Brad!

(tense music) (Brad groans)

- [Brad] Come on. Yes, I'm fine, I'm fine.

(car doors slam)

- The key, he has the key!

- Okay, I'll go back, I'm gonna go back.

- I'm going with you! - No, no, stay here, Julie!

- You're too hurt! - I'm fine, just stay here!

Just lock the doors till I get back.

(car doors slam)

(Sara sighs)

(keys clink)

- Oh, god.

(screams) (dramatic music)

- Shh! Shh! (muffled whines)

- I didn't get to show you my surprise yet.

And I worked so hard to prepare it, Sara.

(Ryan groans)

(tense music)

(Ryan grunts)

Good one, honey.

- No!

(sobs)

Please!

Oh, please!

No!

- Not so fast, Sara.

(Sara groans)

- I told you not to leave me.

Now, come on. I wanna show you my little surprise.

- No, no! - Come here.

- Sara. - No!

(Sara gasps)

- Oh, baby.

It's just a little acid, baby.

It's good for the complexion!

(groans) (cartilage crunches)

Sara!

(gun fires)

(gun fires)

- [Brad] Julie!

(yells)

(ax clinks)

(Ryan chuckles)

- Well, looks like it's just you and me, Brad.

I'm gonna enjoy finishing you off.

This way, you and Sara can spend eternity together.

- Her name's not Sara, it's Julie.

- It doesn't matter anymore.

(gun fires) (suspenseful music)

(thud) (groans)

(gun clacks)

(sighs)

(body clunks)

(somber music)

- Let's get going. - No, no, no, no

Something we need to take care of.

- What?

- [Brad] Ryan needs to disappear.

(ominous music)

(glasses clink) (background chatter)

(melancholy orchestral music)

(birds squawk and tweet)

(Sara chuckles)

(tense music)

(upbeat electronic music)