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This is the police!

Can anyone hear me?

I would like to make a toast.

Please step back.

Thank you, I'll
handle it from here.

We've known each other
for most of our lives.

Since high school.

Wow, am I that old?

Yes.

Miles...

I'm counting on you to
take care of my girl now.

So...

You better not let me down.

Hello?

Police officer!

I mean, you both are
truly like a couple

out of one of those cheesy
novels Sarah writes.

I mean, I would know.

I sell them for her.

But in all seriousness...

I love you, baby.

And I know that
you both will live

a long and fruitful
life together.

And this is us.

We are here at our new house.

And this is

my beautiful

new wife.

Sarah?

Mrs. Sarah Brewer,

thank you very much.

And I'm gonna make
you an excellent wife,

Miles Brewer,

even when I'm old and wrinkly.

We're gonna be
together forever.

You'll never be free of me.

I love you.

I love you.

Officer 008 requesting a 10-52.

Address is 21340
Loma Verde. Copy?

Copy. 10-52, en route.

What happened here?

Sir, what happened here?

I don't know.

Who is it? What do you want?

It's me! I'm early. Relax.

Did anybody follow you?

No, babes. It's just me.

Can I come in?

You better have coffee.

- How are you?
- I'm okay, really.

Ugh, I can't believe
they let him out

for good behavior.

Yeah, well, I'm
sure he still had

one friend at the DA's office

who helped him
pull some strings.

Well, that's our
justice system for you.

I told you you should've
never married that guy.

- Alice...
- I'm sorry.

I'm worried about you.

There's no reason
to be, I'm fine.

Besides, I don't think
he'll come after me.

I'm sure he's
learned his lesson.

You don't believe that,

or you wouldn't be
so scared every time

someone rings your doorbell.

Look, I never see you.

You never go out anywhere.

You have everything delivered,
it's like you're a...

Ghost? Yeah, that's the point.

How's the book coming along?

Good.

- It's coming.
- Yeah, you've been

telling me that for months.

- This isn't like you.
- I'm stuck.

Okay?

Call it writer's
block or something.

I don't know.

I've written 230 pages.

I've outlined it, and I just...

I can't get through
this one section.

And it's like I just...

Do you want me to read
what you have done already?

- No.
- Do you want me

to bring in an
editor to help you?

I don't want anybody's help.

You keep asking me that.

It's like you're telling me
I don't know what I'm doing.

I know what I'm doing.

Okay.

Sorry I asked.

I know you guys are
impatiently waiting for it.

- I know that.
- We're excited.

We're not impatient,
there's a difference.

Look. We've got
the artwork done.

And...

This is the front cover.

And this is the back cover.

The ad campaign is ready to go.

Look at that. Isn't that great?

Yeah. It's...

- It's nice.
- I mean,

everyone is waiting for Sarah
Brewer's next masterpiece.

And I know it will
be a masterpiece.

Why do I say that?

Because you're my best friend?

Because I know talent.

And I also know how
to handle talent.

And as your agent, I
think you need a break.

- A break?
- Why don't you get out

of this dark
fortress of solitude

and get some sunshine
in your life?

Hey, why don't you go and
stay at our summer house

- for a little while?
- I couldn't.

Why not?

I mean, Brad and
I aren't using it.

He's off in Europe for some

boring business
conference anyway.

Look, it's the perfect
place to break through

a case of writer's block

and get this
masterpiece finished.

Mm, I don't know.

Aw, come on.

I'll think about it.

Great. I'll set everything up,

and you can be
there in two hours.

I said I'd think about it.

I'm glad I could help you guys

get her back here safely.

That poop deck was
a mess, wasn't it?

So, when do you think you'll
be taking her back out again?

Not sure, as soon as possible.

If you need a crew when
you sail to Hawaii,

let me know, okay?

Excuse me, I know you, right?

- I don't think so.
- No, no, no.

I do, you're that author,
Sarah Brewer, right?

- Yes.
- The Gateway Murders.

What was that movie that
came out a few years ago

that was based on
one of your books?

The Confession Hour.

- Right! Wow!
- Yes.

So, what are you doing here?

You haven't put out a new
book in a while, have ya?

No, I haven't.

That's why I'm here.

Oh, you're here to
write your new book?

Well, that's great!

Wow.

Would you mind if
I got a picture?

Oh, I don't...

My wife is gonna love this.

Ugh.

Smile.

Wow, that is so great.

Yeah, well, it was
nice meeting you.

You too.

Hey, I'll look forward
to that new book, okay?

- Hi, can I help you?
- Uh, yeah,

I'd like to order some takeout.

Yeah, sure thing.

Tonight's specials
are the Alaskan salmon

and the New England
clam chowder.

Thank you.

I saw you earlier, didn't I?

I'm sorry?

I saw you at the
beach earlier?

Oh! Yeah.

You're some kind of writer?

I overheard you talking
to one of your fans.

- You heard that, huh?
- That guy seemed

pretty excited to
meet someone famous.

Oh, I wouldn't
call myself famous.

I mean, I always get flustered
when someone recognizes me.

I'm Tony.

- Sarah.
- Nice to meet you, Sarah.

Nice to meet you.

Listen...

I hope I'm not
being too forward,

but I was about to
grab some dinner.

Would you care to join me?

The best shrimp
you'll ever have.

What do you say?

Sure.

I'd love to, yeah.

So, Sarah, what brings you

to this little
slice of paradise?

Well, my friend has
a house at the beach,

and I developed a severe
case of writer's block,

so she suggested I
stay at her place

and see if it helps.

- That's some friend.
- Yeah.

- Is it helping?
- Yeah. I think so.

I had a little
breakthrough today.

Must be the ocean breeze.

Carpinteria is a
whole lot better

- than LA, right?
- Sure is.

How did you know I was from LA?

I'm sorry, I just assumed.

I heard you talking
about your book

getting made into
a movie and all.

Oh.

Okay.

So what about you?

- I was in the Marines.
- Marines. Wow.

Blew out my knee in
a training exercise.

Got discharged two years ago.

Mostly just do freelance
work here and there.

What kind of freelance work

does one do around here?

Fixing boats for
rich people mostly.

My folks used to live
up the coast a ways,

but they're gone now,
so I found myself here.

There's just something,
I don't know,

magical about this place.

Feels like it's away
from the real world.

Doesn't feel so empty.

Yeah.

I agree.

It was so good.

Thank you for dinner.

You're welcome.

Would you like me
to walk you home?

Oh, no, it's-it's
really close.

I'll be fine.

Well, I'd love
to see you again.

- Uh...
- Tell you what,

let me give you my number,

and if you want
to do this again,

or go on a boat ride,
or I don't know,

give me a call.

Okay. Deal.

There.

Got it.

Um, it was very
nice meeting you.

You too.

I'm gonna go use the restroom.

Um, have a good night.

Goodnight.

See you later.

- Hi, what can I get ya?
- Hi.

I would like a small latte,
no sugar, dash of cinnamon.

Okay, hot or iced?

- Hot.
- Okay.

- Thank you.
- Yeah, sure.

Stay the hell away from me!

- Are you okay?
- What you doing here?

- Don't come near me.
- Won't, I swear.

I just came here
to get a coffee.

That is a bunch of
BS and you know it.

You followed me
here, didn't you?

Followed you? No.

I'm just staying with
some friends up the road

until I can, you know,
get back on my feet.

You are not supposed to come

within a hundred yards of me.

Don't Alice and Brad have
a beach house around here?

I am calling the
cops right now!

There's no reason for that.

I'll go.

But can I say one thing first?

I'm feeling better now.

Yeah, I learned a
lot of things while

- while I was away.
- Well, good for you.

Now get the hell out of my face!

And if I see you again,
you're going back to jail!

I am so sorry. Can I
buy you another one?

- Honey, don't worry.
- Okay.

- Where were you?
- Hey.

I called you five times.

You were supposed to
be home hours ago.

We all went out to eat,
and we were talking

about ideas for the book promo.

Why are you sitting in the dark?

You're drunk. Go to bed.

We can talk about
this in the morning.

Don't you talk
to me like that.

Don't you ever talk
to me like that.

Why are you so upset?

Who else was out
with you tonight?

Just Alice and some
of her friends.

- Like who?
- I am not having

this conversation
with you right now.

Like who?

Good morning, beautiful.

What the hell is this?

Did you get my letters?

I sent you love letters.

They're in red envelopes.

- Did you get them?
- Yes, I got them.

Get out of my house!

Oh, come on, don't
act that way.

You know you like what you see.

I'm not gonna hurt you.

I'm just gonna make love to you.

I'm calling the police.

Don't run away.

Come here, Sarah.

Let's go back to bed.

You're gonna enjoy
yourself, I promise.

911, what's your emergency?

A man broke into my house

and he's trying to rape me!

I've waited for this
moment for years!

I read all your books, you know?

All your love scenes.

Okay, what's the address?

11013 Beachcomber
Lane, Carpinteria.

The patrol car is
on its way, ma'am.

I know what turns
you on, Sarah Brewer.

Don't come near me,
or I swear to God,

- I will kill you!
- Remember

in The Gateway
Murders that scene

when your main character
wakes up in the morning

and there's a strange,
handsome man in her bed?

Stay back!

She has no idea who he is.

A few pages later,
they end up having sex.

And a few pages after that,

she kills the guy,
I'm warning you!

We can have amazing sex.

Just how you wrote it.

We could do exactly
what you wrote.

You want that?

I want you to get
out of my house!

Don't lie to me.

You wouldn't have written
it if you didn't want it.

I'm right, aren't I?

Ma'am, are you still there?

He-he went out the back door.

I think he's gone.

I'm on my way.

I'll be there in
less than two hours.

Are you okay?

Yeah. I think so.

What happened with the cops?

They came, filed a report,

told me to lock my
windows and my doors.

- Then they left.
- That's it?

They're not gonna
look for this guy?

- Not really.
- Are they at least

gonna have a patrol car
cruise the neighborhood?

I asked.

They said they couldn't,
they're short-staffed.

What the hell am I
paying taxes for?

It's me!

I'm so sorry about this.

It's not your fault.

I think I know who this guy is.

You know him?

Not personally.

But over the past
year I've received

three love letters
from somebody.

At first, I thought
they were from Miles,

but it wasn't his handwriting.

The cards were all signed
"your biggest fan."

And the guy from this
morning, he asked me,

"Have you received my letters?"

I can only assume
it's the same person.

Then that means this fan

probably found your LA
address, followed you,

and, now, since he's
been inside the house,

he knows you're
here by yourself.

Yeah, probably.

And there's something else.

- What?
- This morning,

I went to that coffee
spot a few blocks up.

Miles walked in.

Said he was staying
with friends near here.

That's bull!

He followed you.

To hell with him.
You're not safe here.

We need to pack up your
stuff, clean up the place.

You're coming to stay with me.

Okay, I'll take
care of the kitchen.

You start packing.

- What's the matter?
- I'm not leaving.

You can't stay here.

I can't live my life
in fear like this.

The guy was in your bed.

- In my bed.
- I know he was,

but when is all this gonna stop?

You expect me to stay
at your place forever?

Just until the cops
catch this guy.

And what if they don't?

As long as I'm writing books,

there's always gonna be
some weirdo out there

like Mr. Speedo this morning.

He was wearing a Speedo?

And what about Miles?

He knows where I live in LA,
he bought the damn house.

So, you move.

And he can still find me.

Do you know how
easy it is to find

somebody's address these days?

Look, you were right.

I've been scared,
I've been paranoid,

and I've locked myself
away for the past year.

I'm not doing it anymore.

I'm drawing a line
right here, right now.

I'm staying in your beautiful
house no matter what,

and I'm having this vacation,

and I'm finishing this
novel even if it kills me.

You know what I mean.

What are you doing?

Okay.

One by your bed.

One for each door.

One in your car.

And...

Pepper spray.

You keep this with
you at all times.

- I love you.
- I love you too.

I'll stay with you tonight,

but I have to get
back to LA tomorrow.

Can we talk?

Please.

What part of
"restraining order"

- don't you understand?
- I heard

about what happened yesterday.

Police checked in with
my parole officer.

I just came by to see
if you were all right.

Don't give me that
crap. What do you want?

I want to talk to you.

For one minute.

I can call the cops right now

and have you arrested.

First, I want you to
know how sorry I am

about what happened.

That night, I swear to
you, I-I didn't do it.

We heard all this
at the trial.

I walked in the house, the
living room was busted up...

Completely destroyed,
and then you found me

knocked out on
the bedroom floor.

You tried to wake me,
got blood on your hands,

then you spaced out and sat
on the edge of the bathtub

until the cop came in.

Blah, blah, blah. Yeah, yeah.

It's old news.

Did you see me attack you?

- You know all this.
- Did you?

I was knocked out
from behind, remember?

I have no idea who it was.

Well, it wasn't your husband.

My husband should've
called the ambulance,

- but he didn't.
- I thought

you were dead.

I thought somebody had
come into my house and,

and killed you.

I panicked, I froze.

I admit it.

Look, I know we had a bad
fight a couple of nights prior.

And I was jealous, I was drunk,

but I did not try to kill you.

Somebody else did, trust me,
I'm telling you the truth.

That's the thing
about trust, Miles.

Once you break it,
it stays that way.

Okay, fine, you
don't believe me.

I get it.

I want you to know
that while I was away,

I was in therapy.

Had a lot of stuff to work out.

I'm better now.

You're the best
thing in my life.

And I hope you remember
the good times we had

because we had a lot of 'em.

You were good to me.

Kept me solid.

How dare you talk to
her after what you did!

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

If you come anywhere
near my place again,

I'm calling the police!

What the hell was that about?

Let's go inside.

Why on earth were you
out there talking to him?

He was standing on the beach,

said he wanted to
talk, there were

a lot of people around,
so I thought it'd be okay.

Why didn't you
come and get me?

Because you were sleeping.

Are you crazy?

Sarah, you can't go
anywhere near him.

He tried to kill you, remember?

He still claims it wasn't him.

Said somebody else attacked me.

Well, the judge and
jury figured otherwise.

You know, he's lucky he's out.

What else did he say?

That he was in therapy

and he's doing a lot better.

Ha!

Sure he is.

You don't believe him, do you?

No. Of course not.

But I have to admit,

he is... I don't
know, convincing.

That's 'cause he's
a lying manipulator.

And a wife beater.

You know, he's
always been this way.

Actually, he only
freaked out on me

that one time.

I mean, it was totally
out of nowhere.

Out of nowhere?

He's been that way since
the very beginning.

I mean, we all saw
how messed up he was.

"We"? Who's "we"?

Me. Rochelle. Shemika.

I mean, look, we
tried to tell you, but

you were so in love that
you wouldn't listen.

I mean, don't you remember
how he would just flip out

over the smallest thing?

That was just him being picky.

That was him being a
nightmare control freak.

Listen, he's working you,

and you're starting to
believe his lies again.

No, I am not.

We all do it.

We fall in love, we
think they're perfect,

but because the love
makes us stupid,

we don't see who
they really are.

You're lucky. You know why?

Why?

Because the night he
tried to kill you,

oof, he showed you
his true colors,

that's for damn sure.

He's gonna contact you again.

He's gonna try to convince
you that he's not a threat.

But no matter what he says,

no matter what you feel inside,

do not... look at me

do not engage him.

That restraining order
pertains to you as well.

You hear what I'm saying?

I hear you.

Ugh, okay, well, I
need to eat and shower

and get on the road.

I've got meetings back to
back for the next three weeks.

Oh, and we need your pages.

They're coming.

Come here.

Why'd you hit him like that?

- What do you mean?
- On the beach.

It looked like you
were gonna kill him.

He tries to hurt you again...

I will kill him.

The guy was in your bed?

It gets worse.

The next day, my
ex-husband shows up

and my best friend beats
the hell out of him

with a golf club.

Why'd she do that?

Because he tried to
kill me a year ago.

I know.

I've got a ton of
baggage, don't I?

You don't wanna go out
with me anymore, do you?

I didn't say that,

- this is just...
- A lot, I know.

Yes, for me to
process, it's a lot.

So do you think
your ex-husband's

telling the truth
that he didn't do it?

At first, I was certain
that he did do it,

but I was completely
knocked out,

so I have no way
of really knowing.

No, no, no, no, no.

He did it. I know he did it.

Whatever.

I just have to trust the
cops and the legal process.

Yeah, I guess so.

Can I ask you a question?

Shoot.

Do you think people can change?

I mean, for the better?

I think we just grow into

more of what we've always been.

If you were a bad person
when you were a kid,

you're even worse
when you grow up.

Aren't you the pessimist.

I'm a realist.

Fair enough.

So what do you think?

I'd like to think that
we can improve ourselves.

Change our evil ways.

I mean, if not, then what's
the point in all of this?

I'll drink to that.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

Your life's a complete mess,

but I like the way you think.

Are you trying to seduce me

- with a line like that?
- Is it working?

- Not at all.
- Hmm.

It might be working... maybe?

♪ Shooting stars

♪ Falling fences,
no defenses now ♪

♪ No defenses now

♪ But you oughta listen
to your mind over fear ♪

♪ It's deep in some part of
you that tells you the deal ♪

♪ Still you are walking
in, in for the kill ♪

♪ This is how we chill,
how we gon' chill ♪

♪ But you oughta listen
to your mind over fear ♪

♪ It's deep in some part of
you that tells you the deal ♪

♪ Still you are walking
in, in for the kill ♪

♪ This is how we chill,
how we gon' chill ♪

Can I see you again?

No. I had a terrible time.

Oh well.

Yeah, that was awful, wasn't it?

I'm not gonna call you.

Good.

Don't.

I have waited for
this moment for years.

Hey!

Why were you
talking to that guy?

He was asking for
directions to Orango Drive.

You were acting like
you were old friends.

He asked me if I
lived around here

and if I knew of any
good restaurants.

Do you know who that was?

Uh... some tourist who got lost?

That was the guy that
tried to rape me.

That was Mr. Speedo.

That's Mr. Speedo?

Yes! You didn't recognize
him from the beach

the day you saw me?

No!

I wasn't looking at who you
were talking to that day;

I was looking at you.

Sarah, I swear, I
don't know that guy.

Should we call the cops?

No.

You probably scared him away.

Do you want me to
stay with you awhile

in case he comes back?

I'm gonna go shopping.

So I won't be here
this afternoon.

When I get back, I'll
lock the place up.

I got my pepper spray.

Okay, well, I'm gonna go,

but I'm gonna call and
check on you, okay?

All right. Come here.

How did you know
I was from L.A.?

I'm sorry, I-I just assumed.

What are you doing?

What the hell are you doing?

Sarah. You scared me.

I thought... I thought
you wouldn't be here.

Why are you in my backyard?

Oh yeah, I'm sorry.

I came to fix your
patio furniture.

I wanted it to be a surprise.

With rope and duct tape?

Yeah, it's to...

It's to hold it together
so I can get to the hinges.

You came here to tie
me up, didn't you?

Well, I certainly can,

but I didn't think you were
into that sort of thing.

Don't get smart with me.

You followed me from L.A.

No I didn't!

You're working with
Mr. Speedo, aren't you?

Working with him?

When we first met,

Mr. Speedo was at the
beach the same time as you.

And then I see you talking
out front with him?

Coincidence? I don't think so.

Next thing I know,
you're in my backyard

doing God knows what.

I wanted it to be a surprise!

You wanted to break
in here, tie me up,

then you and Mr. Speedo
take turns with me.

No, not at all!

Is that the sort of thing
you write in your books?

Get off of this property

before I call the police.

Sarah, you're
being ridiculous.

Get the hell outta here, Tony,

or whatever your name is.

Tony! My name really is Tony!

I can't believe I trusted you.

I can't believe I let myself
have sex with you, you

you bastard, you pervert!

Get outta here now!

Do you think I overreacted?

No, Sarah.

Your reaction was
completely appropriate

of course you overreacted!

He was just trying to do
something nice for you.

Yeah, but why was he
talking to Mr. Speedo?

Did you ever think that maybe
Tony's telling the truth?

That maybe he's
a really good guy

and you're unable to trust men
after what Miles did to you?

If you were me,
would you trust men?

Babes, if I were you,

I'd be so terrified, I'd
probably pepper-spray

any man that smiled at me.

But look, I get it.

You have every right
to be paranoid.

Thank you.

But you don't have a right

to turn down a favor
from a good guy

who seems to really like you.

Besides, do you know
how hard it is to find

a decent handyman in that town?

I'll give you his number.

I'll do you one better.

Call him, apologize,

and get him back there to
fix my patio furniture.

We could have amazing sex.

Just how you wrote it.

Had a lot of stuff to work out.

I'm better now.

You were good to
me, kept me solid.

How dare you talk to her

after what you did!

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Why'd you hit him like that?

He tries to hurt you again...

I will kill him.

Hello?

Hi, Sarah.

Who is this?

It's your biggest fan.

I have your computer
and your hard drives.

It was you!

You broke into the
house this afternoon.

Yeah, I did.

I'm reading your
novel right now.

I-I-I can see you're not
done with it, though.

Give me back my computer!

Oh, oh... you can
have it all back,

no problem.

For $100,000.

- What?
- 100K you heard me.

I can't get that kind of money!

Oh, you don't need
your computer?

I'll throw it in
the ocean for you.

Wait!

Wait, wait, I need it.

Then get me my money,
you have two days.

Why are you doing this to me?

What did I ever do to you?

Do you know how long
I waited to meet you?

And what do you do?

You go and have sex
with some random guy

you pick up at a restaurant?

You need to be taught a lesson.

You either get me $100,000
in the next two days,

or I'm gonna throw
your little computer

and that novel you've
been working on

for, what, a year now?

I'm gonna throw it
all into the ocean.

How would you like that?

I wouldn't like it at all.

I know.

That's why you're
gonna get the money.

A hundred thousand.

Tuesday at noon, I'll call
you with an exact location.

A hundred grand?

I'm not asking you for money.

I'm asking for your advice.

- Call the cops.
- Obviously.

I'm gonna do that first
thing in the morning.

But say they can't do anything.

Do you think I should pay him?

Hell no.

Even if you did pay him,

there's no way to stop
him from wiping out

your computer's memory.

Besides, that doesn't matter,

'cause you backed
everything up, right?

Yes. On my hard drive.

Great!

- Where is it?
- He's got it.

That's what I've been
trying to tell you.

He's got my computer,
my bag, my drive,

the entire novel,

everything I've been working
on for the past year.

He's got it, I
don't have anything.

You didn't back it
up on the cloud?

You told me not to do that.

You said somebody
might try to steal it.

- Remember?
- Yes, I remember.

I'm sorry.

Do you realize how many people

are waiting for your book?

How much money
we've already spent

on the artwork, the ad campaign?

Yes, yes.

- I know. I'm screwed.
- No, babes.

We're both screwed.

So what are you gonna do?

- Hi.
- Hi.

And you're here because...

I came to apologize.

I completely overreacted.

You sure did.

I brought you some cookies.

These are from the store.

I know. I thought
that if I put 'em

in the Tupperware, you'd
think they were homemade.

- I guess it didn't work.
- Not even close.

But I like 'em.

So I have some bad news.

From you? No way... seriously?

Mr. Speedo stole my computer,

my hard drives,

and the entire novel that
I've been working on.

- Holy crap.
- Yeah.

And he called and said he
wanted 100K to give it back.

Did you talk to the cops?

The police said they
couldn't trace the call

because he used a burner phone.

What would they
do, tap your phone?

They would need a warrant
signed by a judge,

and that could take weeks.

And chances are, a judge
wouldn't even approve it,

because in their eyes,
it's barely grand theft.

So we're on our own,

you and me versus Mr. Speedo.

I want to catch him.

- You what?
- I wanna make

a citizen's arrest, and
I want you to help me.

No way, Sarah, too risky.

I can't let this guy

continue to torment
me like this.

I have to make it stop.

If I don't, he's gonna
do it to somebody else.

Please.

- On one condition.
- Name it.

The other day,
you were convinced

that I was just like him,
that I'm some kind of monster.

Well, I'm not, I'm
one of the good guys,

and contrary to popular
opinion, we do exist.

Do you think you
can believe that?

I'll do my best.

It's him.

Hello?

You got the money?

Yeah.

Cordovo Beach, noon.

Take the trail that
leads into the woods.

There's a big oak tree,
you can't miss it.

If you're late, I toss
your computer in the ocean.

Okay. But how do I know
you haven't erased...

Hello?

Oh.

You're still so beautiful.

Even when you're scared.

Gimme the money.

First, give me my computer.

- And my hard drives.
- Sarah, come on.

How many of these types of
scenes have you written?

You know how it works:

You give me the
money, I count it,

and then I give you the goods.

Come on, you know the procedure.

The Gateway Murders, page 68.

The warehouse scene with
Cora and Mrs. George?

Do you want me to quote you?

No. That is quite all right.

You used too much tape.

I know.

It's a lot of money.

I didn't want it to get lost.

Mmm.

You liar!

Sarah!

You okay?

I'm okay, I'm
okay; Go after him!

My leg, oh!

- Are you okay?
- Where'd he go?

He's gone.

- I got you.
- Come on.

You know, considering how
much fun we have together,

I'm thinking we should go
exclusive with each other.

I am so sorry.

That was such a
bad idea of mine.

What are those, sleeping pills?

Yeah. I usually
don't take 'em,

- but after today...
- Go easy on those.

I'm serious, we should
keep seeing each other.

You're the most fun I've
had since Afghanistan.

You must really
hate me right now.

I do, very much. But...

You know that part about
through thick and thin,

for better or worse?

You know the part I'm
talking about, right?

Yeah?

- What are you saying?
- I'm saying,

we're getting that stuff
out of the way right now,

and technically, it's not
even our third date yet.

That is true. We are.

So what that means is,

the next 20 years
are gonna be easy.

- I hope you're right.
- Mm-hm.

Oh, oh, oh, oh!

I'm so sorry... Sorry!

I'm sorry!

I think you've stopped bleeding.

Oh, I think so too.

Lemme get it.

Okay, okay... I got you.

Thank you.

For what? He got away from me.

You tried. And
you're here for me.

That's all that matters.

Can I kiss you again
or is it gonna hurt?

Yes. To both questions.

Yeah.

- Ouch.
- The pain,

it was worth it.

Wake up, sleepyhead.

No! No!

No!

Then, we met him in the
woods near Cordovo Beach.

He tried to catch him.

And he got away.

You should have
called the police.

I did. Twice.

They were no help.

So you think this
Mr. Speedo character

is the one who
killed you boyfriend?

More than likely.

Can't think of anyone
else who might have

had a reason to kill Tony?

- No.
- How 'bout your ex-husband?

He just got out.

He tried to kill you,
what, 13 months ago.

You think maybe he had a problem
with you dating someone new?

Maybe.

You don't seem too convinced.

Let's just say my
ex-husband's turned a corner.

How would you know that?

Have you seen him?

- You talk to him?
- Yes.

So he violated his
restraining order.

He was

- well-behaved.
- That's irrelevant.

You need to tell us
when he contacts you.

Did you and Tony get
into a fight last night?

I know what you are implying.

Please don't go there.

You were the last
person to see him alive.

No, we did not
get into a fight.

Truth is, I was starting
to fall for him.

There, I said it.

Now I'm not gonna
say another word

until I'm sitting
next to my lawyer.

Found a knife out
front in the bushes.

Gonna run the biometrics
and get back to ya.

If I were you, I
wouldn't leave town.

Got a place to stay?

Yeah. Right here.

You can't stay there.

Sarah, it's not safe.

I told you, I'm not gonna
hide from this anymore.

I heard that before, but
this getting ridiculous.

What, your boyfriend
was stabbed to death

while you were sleeping.

Did that detective call you?

Yes. I gave him my statement

and he said there's no reason
for me to drive up there.

You need to get out of there
and come back to LA now.

No, I'm not leaving here

until I catch whoever did this.

Do you hear what
you're saying?

That's the stupidest
idea I have ever heard.

It's a matter of principle.

No, it's a matter of
you being an idiot.

I am not being an idiot.

You were an idiot
to marry Miles,

you were an idiot to wallow
in your depression for a year,

and now you're an idiot
to play junior detective.

I have to figure this out.

Don't you get it?

I don't know who really
attacked me last year.

I don't know who killed Tony.

For all I know, you
could have done it.

- Me?
- Yeah, you.

Did the police tell you
that Tony was stabbed?

- No.
- Well, I didn't either.

How did you know that
Tony was stabbed?

How do you know he
wasn't shot with a gun?

You think I'm a murderer?

I think I saw you beat
the hell out of Miles

on the beach and then
threaten to kill him.

I was protecting my best friend.

Were you? Or was
it something else?

Come on, it's me
you're talking to.

I've never even
met Tony in person.

What reason would
I have to kill him?

I don't know.

I'm sorry. I'm just...

Look, what you're going
through is overwhelming

and you're confused, but
you need to come home.

In fact, I'm ordering you.

Get out of my house now
and come back to LA.

No. I am on vacation and
I'm gonna catch this guy,

and you can't stop me.

You're not my mother,
you're my agent.

Not anymore I'm not.

What are you talking about?

I had to tell the
partners what happened.

And that you need another
year to finish the book.

- At least that.
- Everybody went nuts

and we lost the deal
with the publisher.

I'm sorry, babes, we have
to drop you from the agency.

So not only does my
boyfriend get murdered

this morning, my best
friend is firing me

because some crazy
fan stole my computer.

- What a day.
- I tried to keep you on.

The partners wouldn't
listen to me.

- I gotta go.
- Sarah...

- Hello?
- Hi, Sarah.

Listen to this.

Do you know what that sound is?

You gargling?

No, that's the sound
of your computer

floating to the
bottom of the ocean.

- Go to hell.
- How dare you

tell me that.

I waited for you.

I waited for you in that
awful place for a whole year.

You could have waited for me.

Where were you waiting,
a mental hospital?

No, it wasn't a
mental hospital,

it was a treatment center.

Anyway, I hope you
enjoyed your punishment

the same way you
enjoyed it last year.

Wait...

- What did you say?
- I punished you

last year.

It was me who broke
into your house

and beat you half to death,

and your stupid husband
went to jail for it,

'cause you sent him there.

It was me.

I did it.

And you wanna know why?

It's because you ignored me.

You ruined it.

So then I was thinking to
myself, you know, like,

"Okay, I'll give her...
I'll give you a chance.

I'll give you a chance
to do the right thing

and be my girlfriend, my lover."

I was in your bed.

Isn't that enough to prove
to you that I love you?

But no, no, no, no, no,
you threw it right back

into my face and you lied to me.

You... you tried to
give me fake money.

All I wanted to do is show you
how much that I... I love you.

So, yeah, it was me who
attacked you last year,

and I'm proud of it.

I was hurt. And
you know what else?

You're gonna get some
more punishment later.

Just you wait.

Slut.

He, um

he said

he said you didn't do it.

And he basically confessed
to the whole thing.

Did you happen to
record the phone call?

No, I didn't think
of it, I should have.

No, not that it would
have changed anything.

I did the time already.

We can't relitigate the past.

Sarah, I'm trying.

But I can't get a job.

I can't get my
life back together

with this thing
hanging over my head.

You think you can help me?

- What can I do?
- You can tell people

that I didn't do it.

Tell them that I'm
actually a good guy.

Do you think you can do that?

Um... yeah.

Yeah.

I'm so sorry, Miles.

I am so, so sorry.

Um, I should go.

So, we got the forensics
report on the knife.

Fingerprints belong to this
man, Jack Willis, age 32.

Is this the guy who
broke into your house?

Yeah, that's him.

Guy's got a real
colorful resume.

Burglary, mugging, cocaine.

Please tell me
you've arrested him.

Not yet. We're
looking for him.

Oh, great, that's comforting.

We'll get him, Mrs. Brewer.

He called me again last night,

probably from
another burner phone.

What'd you two talk about?

He said that he's the
one that tried to kill me

last year, not my ex-husband.

Really.

You think he's lying?

- Yep.
- Why?

That's what drug addicts do.

Help! Help me!

I loved you, but now
I'm gonna kill you.

Help me! Help me!

Hey! Hey! Get away from her!

Ah, son of a...

You okay?

He's dead.

Why are you here? Were
you waiting for me?

No, I brought you some
flowers just as a thank you.

I know I shouldn't
be here, but...

I... they'll...
they'll arrest me.

For violating my
restraining order, for this.

I can't be here.

You can tell them
it was self-defense.

Take it.

Sarah, please.

Thank you.

You want these?

He, uh, tried to
choke me to death.

Luckily, my hand
found the tire iron,

and I, um, I had to.

It was self-defense.

Got it.

Sure did a professional job
on the side of this head.

Hey, after what he's done
to you, he deserved it.

Second dead body at
your house in two days.

It's starting to become
a regular thing with you.

Is that supposed to be funny?

Sorry.

Are you gonna be okay?

I'll be fine.

- What?
- Looks like

the mystery novelist
solved her own mystery.

Hi, my name is Sarah
Brewer, and I'm a novelist.

I'm making this video on behalf
of my ex-husband, Miles Brewer.

I want everyone to know
that he is a good man.

A year ago, I was assaulted
in my home, almost killed,

but I never saw the
person that did it.

At the time, I
assumed it was Miles.

He went to jail for it.

Recently, another
man, Jack Willis,

confessed to the crime.

Because of this new information,

I want everyone to know
that I now firmly believe

that Miles Brewer
did not attack me.

I repeat, Miles Brewer
did not attack me.

He is a decent, innocent man.

I feel terrible that my
testimony was instrumental

in sending my ex-husband to jail
for a crime he didn't commit.

My only hope is that Miles
can somehow forgive me.

Hi, how are you?

Ha, real good.

Just getting ready to
go into this interview

for this terrific new job.

Must have called these
guys about 10 times,

and they finally called me back.

I think I'm gonna get it.

Miles, that is
so good to hear.

And it's all thanks
to you and your video.

It's actually starting to work.

Yeah, well, I'm glad I
could do something for you

after sending you to that
luxury hotel for a year.

Hey, okay, that's
part of the past.

Forget it.

And besides, like
I told you before,

I got some really great
help while I was in there.

No regrets, okay?

No regrets.

It's really good
to hear your voice.

Yours too.

I know this might be
presumptuous of me,

but, um,

would you like to go
to dinner some time?

I don't think we should.

All right, fair enough.

I just thought we
could, you know, uh...

Never mind.

Sorry I asked.

- Let's do it.
- What?

I'll have dinner with you.

You will? For real?

Yeah. For real.

No, no, no, no, you
got it all wrong.

- What?
- We went to go see

that doctor movie,
um, what was his name?

- What was his name?
- Eric something, right?

- Julia's brother.
- Yes! That was it.

- He was awful.
- I actually thought

- he was pretty good.
- What?

I remember that movie, and
that was not our first date.

You forget our first date.

- No, I do not.
- Mm-hm. Yeah, you do.

What was... what
was our first date?

Our first date,
your car broke down,

and we never even made
it to the movie theater.

- Oh yeah.
- Or to dinner.

- Do you remember that?
- I remember, I remember.

That was great, that
was embarrassing.

We were on the side
of the road forever.

Then you decided to pull
out that little flashlight.

Okay, you was hating on
my flashlight all night.

You were pretending
like you knew

what you were doing
under the hood...

I'm trying to impress
you, what do you mean?

I knew you didn't know
what you were doing.

Then you tried to
make a move on me.

Well, I had to
figure out something

after I didn't know what
the hell I was doing

under the hood, so...

How did that go?

You rejected me once.

- Not for long though.
- Mm, that's for sure.

You were so
nervous that night.

I was not nervous,
you were nervous.

You couldn't even find
the courage to kiss me.

- That is not true.
- I had to ask you,

"Do you want to kiss me?"

And it took you 15
minutes to find an answer.

Okay, you're right,
I was nervous

because I was attracted
to you, still am.

After all this time.

Do you know...

What your kisses...

Remind me of?

What?

How much...

I hate you.

Ow!

What the hell are you doing?

Now listen closely, Sarah,

because it's the
part of your novel

where the bad guy explains
how and why he did everything.

This is the liquid
concentrated dose

of those sleeping
pills you like to take.

After you fall asleep, I'm
gonna throw you in the pool,

make it look like a
typical drowning accident,

nice and tidy.

It was you.

You did try to
kill me last year.

- Yep, sure did.
- It wasn't Jack.

No, Jack was an employee.

Part-time actor,
full-time cocaine addict.

You know, it's amazing to
me what a coke fiend will do

to maintain a steady fix.

I gave him a script and
he performed it perfectly.

You didn't have to
kill Tony, you bastard.

He made you happy.

You're not allowed to be happy.

Not after what you did to me.

Hey, hey, don't fall asleep,

I'm talkin' here.

I gave you everything I had.

Who supported your writing
career before it took off?

I did.

And how did you
repay me a year ago?

You started sleeping
with your publisher

to sell your stupid books.

That is... that is not true.

Yes, it is.

You cheated on me and you
deserve to be punished.

But instead of taking
your punishment

like a good wife should,
you sent me to prison.

You ruined my entire life.

So if you're wondering
why the bad guy is doing

what he's doing, there's
your explanation.

You were never interested
in anything I had to say.

That's another reason.

I have good news.

I convinced the partners
to bring you back on...

For the record...

You're a lousy writer.

Oh God, oh God, oh
God, no, no, no, no.

No, no, no, no, no, no.

I just got your job back,
don't you die on me.

Oh, come on, come
one. One, two...

Yes, yes, yes!

Alice!

Alice! Alice!

Are you awake?

Babes?

Yeah, I'm awake.

I wanna know what you think.

About what?

This whole thing we
just went through.

Think it'll make a good novel?

- No.
- What? Come on.

I think it would be great.

It's too sad.

It's way too dark.

- Why too dark?
- Because Tony dies.

I was really starting
to fall for him.

If you want a happy ending,

the main character has
to find love in the end.

Well, what if we change it?

What if he doesn't die?

Yeah, what if he didn't die?

I think that's a
great idea, Alice.

You awake?

Babes?

- Hey.
- Yeah. What?

You gotta tell me.

Tell you what?

Your next book.

The subject matter.
What's the story gonna be?

Look, I worked my butt off to
get them to take you back on,

and everybody's waiting
for pages, Joe especially.

Look, I gotta tell
'em something.

So, what's it gonna be?

Another murder mystery?

No.

It's gonna be a love story.