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When I, uh, when I wrote my first book,

I was writing characters

under the assumption that people were fundamentally innocent

and-and we're just trying to do our best.

But, on this one, I...

I think what we're presupposing

is that everyone is inherently dark

and they have a dark side,

and sooner or later,

that's gonna come out.

Hi there.

How are you?

Thank you.

Now, would you say you're my biggest fan?

You know what, guys?

How about we get this one on the best-seller list?

What do you say?

Yeah, there we go.

Thank you.

Your new book is so sexy and romantic,

I bought three copies!

Well, my accountant will be very happy to hear that.

There we go. All right.

It's your turn. And how are you today?

Another satisfied customer.

Well, speak of the devil.

Ladies and gentlemen, my lovely wife, June.

All right.

- Sorry I'm late. - That's all right.

Get me out of here.

Do you mind if I borrow him for a minute?

As long as you bring him back.

I promise.

Oh, my God, these people.

Oh, come on, you love it.

All these women fantasizing about you,

wondering if he's as good in bed as his characters.

And is he?

Well, there's always room for improvement.

Oh, really?

Stop!

Okay, I stand corrected.

There you go. Now come on. Let's give 'em a show.

- A few more autographs. - Okay, but...

could we wrap it up quick?

I just-- I really want to get home

to get some writing done.

Five more minutes. I promise. Come on.

How about you go do your thing,

and I go find a glass of wine.

Okay.

Okay.

Hello! And we're back.

All right. Who is next?

Come on up.

Oh, Max. For real?

Okay, well, I'm gonna need you to say that again,

just so I know I'm not dreaming.

And the-- and the bonus?

The bonus for the contract? Yeah.

Pays out automatically? Great!

Okay, so what else do we have to do?

How do we keep this party train going?

All right, well, uh, keep me in the loop.

Thanks. Chat soon.

Uh-oh.

How's it going, grumpy?

Hmm. How do you do it?

How, um...

how do you keep the chapters going?

Because, 20 pages in, brick wall, every time.

Oh, so, you sit at the computer and type,

and then, uh, you drink some coffee,

- and do some more typing-- - Don't be glib.

I'm not being glib.

I'm just saying, there's no real secret.

You just have to put in the work.

Mm-hmm.

And that is so easy

after an eight-hour shift at the hospital.

If it was easy, everybody would be doing it.

All right, so what's your idea?

Well, see,

I haven't quite figured out the details of the plot.

Good start. Okay. So who's the villain?

I don't know that either.

Honey, I love you, but listen, don't take this the wrong way.

Maybe you should write about something you know.

What, like the exciting world of medical transcription?

'Cause that--

that is a recipe for non-stop suspense.

That's a good point.

No, I--I was thinking maybe more like...

being married

to a New York Times best-selling author, so...

- What? - Yeah.

I just got off the phone with Max.

Rick, that's wonderful!

Thank you. Yeah. And the publisher said

that the bonus check is in the mail.

- How much? - Oh, um...

10 grand?

Add another zero.

No!

And that's just the start.

But that got me thinking--

- Yeah? - ...about that conversation--

Okay...

...that if the book was a success--

- Mm-hmm. - ...which it is,

so?

Ohh.

Rick.

No, wait, look, I'm not saying

tonight, but...

honey, soon?

It's just...

I'm not-- I'm not ready.

There are so many things I want to do right now.

No, I know, you want to write your book,

I get it.

But why can't you do that while raising our child?

I'm sorry. Wait a minute.

You are the one who works from home,

so why would I be the one changing diapers?

Come on, you know what I mean.

but you're nearly 40, so we have to--

Excuse me?

Aw, ... If not now, when?

Maybe never,

if you're gonna be treating me like this.

You're right.

I understand.

Thank you.

You're not ready

to have a serious conversation about this.

So, I, uh, I'm gonna leave you to it.

Rick.

Okay, Mrs. Henderson.

You take care of that beautiful boy of yours.

And I don't want to see you back here any time soon.

I'm sorry. Are-- Are you all right?

Hey, Sarah?

Did you see that girl?

The, um, one with the bruises, leather jacket?

Um...

mild concussion and a few lacerations, yeah.

We politely asked her if she was in any trouble

and she insisted that she was fine.

I mean, I just hope that we don't see her in here again.

Yeah.

I'm just about finished here.

- Did you want to grab a bite? - I would love to,

but I'm already late to meet my sister,

uh, but if you could make sure

Mrs. Henderson, that she gets out of here okay?

- Oh, yeah. For sure. - Bye.

And if you see that girl again,

let me know.

Yeah.

Wait. You actually said that?

- He was being a pain. - A pain?

Your husband, my brother-in-law,

the New York Times best-selling author--

- Oh, stop. - ...who every woman

in her right mind would want to sleep with?

- Oh, my God, not you. - What?

Rick's a total hottie, June-- that's not some state secret.

The man is hot ...,

and he's about to be rich and famous.

He's got a hell of a lot more going for him

than my last few boyfriends, that's for damn sure.

Well, he is a wonderful husband.

..., you sound like a commercial.

Where's the passion?

Where's the fire?

All right, Maggie, full disclosure?

I don't think he respects me

and now he just wants somebody to raise his kids.

What are you talking about?

He doesn't take me seriously

when I say that I want to be a writer.

You are losing it, June.

Rick is the best thing that happened to you or me

since Dad died, and you know that.

Well, Dad didn't take me seriously either.

Well, Dad didn't take anything seriously

that didn't have a dollar sign attached,

so he became a ghost.

But I am here.

And I'm telling you--

don't overthink this.

You're just jealous.

You're damn right I'm jealous.

Do you know what I got from my last few boyfriends?

Gonorrhea.

Oh, yeah.

And look at this.

This is what I'm reduced to.

Pepper spray.

I walk around at night like some psycho,

just ready to offload

on the first guy that looks at me funny.

Oh, and I got so paranoid with Danny

that I went a step further and got one of these.

A memory card?

No, it's a GPS tracker.

There's a magnet on the back

and it works with an app on your phone.

I was gonna plant it on his car

so I could just see where he was going at night.

Well, no wonder he broke up with you.

Okay, my point is,

compared to the jerks that I've been going out with,

Rick...

is the perfect man.

I know. I know. You're right.

It was just a...

It was a long day

and watching all those women fawn over him

at the book signing--

I was just frustrated.

Well, there's a cure for that, you know.

- Mm-hmm? - Go home right now,

you strap him to a chair,

and you at least practice on that baby-making stuff.

What?

Rick? Are you home?

Oh, my God.

Hey.

We have a problem.

Why? What's this?

It's a letter from a woman named Wendy Bach.

Wendy Bach? Should I know that name?

She, uh, she claims

that you sexually assaulted her at the book signing last week.

50,000--

This is blackmail!

Yes, it is.

Look.

Don't take this the wrong way,

but I have to ask.

Whether I did it?

Are you kidding me?

No. I know. I know!

I just...

I mean, this is quite a shock, Rick.

Someone just sent a letter to our home

saying my husband is a--

This is what happens

when you get a little taste of success?

The parasites come out of the woodwork.

So you have never met this woman?

I don't-- I don't know!

Maybe I put my hand on someone's back or shoulder,

taking a-a picture, or... do you know what?

Maybe someone thought

they were a victim from one of my stories

and wanted to live out some sick fantasy,

or maybe I don't even know her.

Rick.

I gotta call Max and find out he says.

I probably have to release a statement

and get ahead of this.

But it doesn't really matter what Max says.

Don't we have to pay her?

Are you serious?

I don't know!

Rick, I have just been trying to play this out and...

it's the "Me Too" era, and-and--

Come on.

I mean, really, I don't know what we should do!

I mean, she's just one crazy woman.

Yeah, and that is all it takes.

There's... no phone number, no address.

And...

I have until midnight tomorrow.

"We."

We have until midnight tomorrow.

So, where do we...

...come up with 50 grand in cash in a hurry?

This also came in the mail today.

My bonus.

Yeah.

Any problems?

Nah. No.

Okay.

Are you okay?

Am I okay? Uh...

I mean...

she's the one blackmailing me,

so why do I feel like a criminal?

We just have to pay her and get this over with.

No. I know.

I know. It's just...

What?

- What? - No, forget it.

It's my problem. I'll fix it.

No, I-I told you-- we're in this together.

What is it?

Well, I mean, I feel like a jerk for even asking, but...

...would-- would you...

could you take it to her?

I just don't trust myself not to screw this up somehow.

And, I mean, there could be cameras there.

What if-- What if that's the whole point?

What if they're just trying to get me on video,

making a payoff?

How incriminating would that look?

- Well... - No. Never mind.

It's a bad idea. I'm sorry.

No, no.

If you think it's smarter for me to go

and you to stay out of it, then...

...of course.

I'll bring the money there tonight,

like they asked.

I will do anything to keep us safe.

Thank you.

You mean everything to me.

Yeah, I know.

Okay, let's do this.

Do you want your damn money or not?

Are you awake?

How did it go?

Is...

June, is that blood?

What happened?

They're dead.

Who?

Wendy Bach and her husband. They're-- They're dead.

Dead? What are you talking about?

They're-- They're dead. Dead.

Sit down. Take it easy.

Tell me what happened.

I...

I got there right on time.

I saw the car. I went to it.

And...

th-they weren't coming out,

so I opened the door,

and they were in there,

and it looked like they were stabbed.

Oh, I don't know what's happening.

Are you sure it was them?

Yes.

...

Ohh.

We need to call the police.

No.

No?

Rick, this isn't about book sales anymore.

There are two people dead!

Will you let me think, June?

I'm sorry, just-- just give me a minute.

You said they were dead, right?

Well, then,

making ourselves suspects won't change that. The--

Obviously, we're being set up.

We have to look after our future now.

Yes, exactly,

which is why we need come clean,

before it's too late.

It's already too late, June.

You're the one who told me not to go to a lawyer!

Okay? So, think. You're a writer.

Put yourself in the cop's shoes. How's this all gonna look?

Yeah, but this isn't a novel, Rick.

I know. It's not. It's real life.

And in real life, there are no heroes,

only victims.

So we have to get rid of anything

that connects us to them.

Exhibit "A."

I got...

I have her blood all over me, Rick.

I'll take care of the clothes.

Just take them off, okay? I'll start the shower.

And I-I touched the car door, I touched her wallet...

my fingerprints are everywhere.

Okay. We can't worry about that now.

We have to deal with what's in front of us.

Let me handle this, all right?

Do you trust me?

June? I asked you a question.

Do you trust me?

- Yeah. - Okay, good.

Get out of those clothes.

I'll start the shower.

We're coming to you live

from a parkade in the Woodland Heights area

where two people have been found

stabbed to death in a car.

The crime happened late last night.

Police aren't releasing the names of the two victims,

but sources say

they're a married couple in their 30s.

- While no motive has been-- - You okay?

Whoa.

Dammit.

...an unidentified sedan

was seen exiting the parkade around the time of death.

I think somebody saw me, Rick.

No, no. No, no. They didn't.

Everything's gonna be okay, alright?

- No. It's-- Don't. Just-- - I'm trying to get--

I got it!

Just st-stay here. I'll see who it is.

Maggie.

Congratulations!

Whoa, uh, what was that for?

The bestsellers' list, what else?

- Ah, right. - Yeah, right. Like you forgot.

Nice humble-brag. Hey, is my sister around?

Ah! There's the lucky lady.

You ready for some lunch?

Oh... I, uh, I don't think I'm up for it today.

What happened to your shirt? Are you-- Are you feeling okay?

You look a little pale.

No, I feel like I'm coming down with something.

You know, why don't you go, have some fun?

"Fun"?

Yeah, fun. Enjoy yourself.

Try to forget about things for a while.

Okay, why do I feel like

I'm out of the loop with something?

Rick.

Uh... guys, what's going on?

Uh, I don't know.

- June? - Oh, God.

June! Oh, my g-- June!

Maggie, get her to the couch. I'll figure this out.

Okay.

It's okay. Just breathe.

Breathe.

Okay, just breathe.

June, are you okay? What's happened?

I don't know what came over me.

Something happened.

Talk to me, June. Talk to me.

May we come in?

Uh... yeah. Sure.

Okay, it's okay.

Sorry to bother you, Mr. Lowe.

I'm Detective Mike Channing with Metro Homicide.

This is my partner, Detective DeAngelo.

Actually, we need to speak with your wife.

Me? Why?

There was a double murder last night.

Do the names Wendy or Simon Bach mean anything to you?

Uh...

No. No, sir.

Hmm.

Frankly, we find that hard to believe,

because we've recovered

some emails

that, uh, that suggest

that you and Mr. Bach knew each other quite well.

What?

What-- What are you saying?

Well, I don't know how to put this, Mr. Lowe,

but we have reason to believe

that your wife was having an affair with Mr. Bach.

Excuse me?

And if we're right,

and Mrs. Bach found out and threatened Mr. Bach

and potentially your wife,

then that would give her a very, very logical motive.

June?

Did you spill some coffee on yourself there, Mrs. Lowe?

Nerves are pretty high today, huh?

Ms. Lowe, where were you last night around midnight?

I was at home in bed, with my husband.

That's...

That's not actually true.

Two days ago,

we received a letter in the mail from Wendy Bach.

Rick.

She falsely accused me of assaulting her

and she wanted 50 grand to keep quiet.

I mean, it's-it's all nonsense, but...

we agreed to pay, for the good of my career.

June volunteered to deliver the money.

That's why she was there last night, or...

so I thought.

Really?

You know, I never spoke to this Wendy person.

June said that letter came in the mail.

For all I know,

she wrote it herself.

May I see this letter?

No.

No, because my husband insisted that we burn it.

Were you really cheating on me?

Oh, I think you know the answer to that.

So you didn't send those emails that they were talking about?

No! No, this is all a big misunderstanding.

How can you not see that?

See what, June?

I don't know!

Well, what were you thinking? You shouldn't have fled!

What was I thinking? I was trying to help you!

Okay, so you admit to being at the crime scene?

Yes.

But it was like he said,

I was just dropping off the money.

Detective.

Whatever my wife's involvement was with Mr. Bach,

I find it hard to believe

she's capable of killing someone.

My "involvement" was covering up for you,

because you didn't want to do it!

They said they had evidence, honey!

What am I supposed to think?

All right, everyone, calm down.

The $50,000--

let's start there.

Where is it?

The money. The money...

This is it.

Stay back, Mr. Lowe.

You said you got rid of this.

Hands off the case, Mrs. Lowe.

June, I don't think you should say anything more

until we can get you a lawyer.

You're the only one who could've done this.

You killed those people.

June Lowe,

we're placing you under arrest for the murders

of Wendy and Simon Bach.

- Mrs. Lowe. Mrs. Lowe-- - June,

this is an emotional moment, you're not thinking straight.

You son of a bitch!

June! June, don't!

Oh, Maggie.

You have no idea how good it is to see you.

What is going on here?

Why am I in custody?

I-I'm gonna need your help.

You need to find me another lawyer.

Did you do it?

What?

It's me, June.

Just-- just...

talk to me.

Just tell me the truth.

How...

How can you-- How can you not believe me?

I want to!

Just-- okay, make this make sense to me.

Because the blood on the clothes was Wendy's,

and then they found

your fingerprints all over the knife.

The knife was from my kitchen,

so, of course, it had my fingerprints all over it.

And why-- why would I leave a bag of that stuff

for the cops to find?

And where is the money?

I don't know!

Because the cops-- the cops are saying

that that blackmail story, it doesn't have any evidence,

so-- so, June, I don't know what believe!

Okay, Maggie, Maggie--

I am-- I am your big sister.

And we have been through everything together.

How can you...

Do you really believe

I could do something like this?

No, of course not.

Rick murdered those people.

What if it was someone else?

You can't say for sure, can you?

Who else is there?

I-I think you need to talk to Rick,

'cause he's outside,

and he's very concerned about you.

There is nothing I need to say to him.

That I know for sure.

And you need to stay away from him, too, Maggie.

Okay?

I-I-- I can't do this.

I have to go. I-- I can't do this.

You need to stay away from him, too, Maggie.

- Look, I'll come back-- - He is dangerous.

I will come back tomorrow.

And just think about what I've said, okay?

No. No, no, no.

Oh, God.

Hey.

How is she?

I'm sorry. I'm a total mess.

No. No, no, no, no. No need to apologize.

You have every reason to feel this way.

I just can't believe she would have done this.

There has to be another reason.

Look.

If there is...

the police will find it.

Right?

Come on.

We have to trust in the system now.

I'll take you home.

All right.

In the days

since the double murder of Wendy and Simon Bach

shocked the quiet suburban community of Woodland Heights,

the woman accused of the crime,

June Lowe,

wife of best-selling author Rick Lowe,

has become the target

of vicious social media attacks

and even death threats.

Just a moment of your time.

If you don't mind, thank you,

just a little respect.

Meanwhile,

the outpouring of sympathy for her husband

has only increased his book sales

and popularity.

Talk to any of Lowe's mostly female fans

and you'll find almost unanimous support

for the man they consider "the third victim"

of this heinous crime.

Now, in an exclusive interview granted just this afternoon,

the writer speaks to us

about the tragic course his life has taken.

What can I say?

We have ups and downs.

Sometimes, the universe throws you curveballs.

I know it's a horrible cliche,

but if you'd asked me a week ago

if I thought my wife could kill somebody,

I would've said you're crazy.

Did she ever

give you any indication she was capable of something like this?

It would be easy to say no,

but the fact is,

she had a very dark imagination.

I... I don't know what to say.

I mean, we're just--

we're waiting on more information, and...

frankly, I should've seen more signs,

but I didn't,

and now two people are dead,

possibly because of her.

Her sister and I

are just taking it day by day.

No. No, I'm not gonna let you hurt my sister.

No.

Wake up, ma'am.

You should try and eat something.

... Are you okay?

I'm sorry.

Happy 30th birthday, Maggie!

To the best sister in the whole wide word.

I love you, Mags.

I love you, too, sis.

Mm!

Aww, isn't that beautiful?

Ahem.

One second!

Detective... hi.

Ms. Porter.

I'm afraid I have some bad news.

Well, there's a change.

Now, here's what we know so far--

your sister escaped from the hospital this morning.

I'm-- I'm sorry. She what?

She impersonated a nurse to get out of the building

and then stole her car.

Oh, my g...

uh--

I can't believe she would do that.

There's more.

We found the car in the river.

The river?

Yes, we believe she was driving too fast,

lost control.

It's probably a result of her head injury.

I'm sorry, what are you...

What are you saying?

Are you saying that my sister, she's...

She's all right, right?

We have divers and an aerial unit

searching downstream.

They haven't found anything.

There's still a chance

that she might've been thrown clear,

possibly walked away,

but at this time,

we're operating under the assumption

that your sister is dead.

I just saw her.

I just saw her. She's...

I'm sorry.

Truly, I am.

N... No.

What now?

Hi, Detective.

Is everything all right? Can I--

Can I help you?

Sorry to disturb you like this, Mr. Lowe,

but you weren't answering your phone.

Sorry, I, uh...

I turn it off when I'm working.

There's too many distractions.

My apologies.

Listen.

There's been a development in your wife's case.

I'm afraid it's not good.

No luck. I'm sorry.

Is there someone else you'd like us to inform?

Uh... no.

I would just like some privacy, please.

Of course.

This is my card--

if you need anything.

Thanks.

Thank you, honey.

Ohh!

Well...

aren't you just asking for it?

Follow that car.

Follow the car.

Hi.

Have you heard anything?

Sorry.

You first.

I was just wondering how you were holding up.

Stupid question, right?

Well, I've barely left the house this week.

Can't watch the news. Just...

hasn't really sunk in yet that's she's actually gone.

I know what you mean.

I just don't understand how this could have happened.

I mean, who would have done this to her, and why?

You still think she's innocent?

You don't?

Maggie, if there was something to find,

the police would've found it by now.

At some point, we have to accept the most likely explanation.

The alternative is

to drive ourselves crazy with "what ifs."

Look.

You need to make a clean break from all this.

We both do.

It's easier said than done.

She's my sister, she's your wife.

I'm not ready to bury an empty coffin.

Look, she's dead.

I'll never get over that, and neither will you,

but we have to try.

I'm still here, you're still here.

You're not in this alone.

Maggie, I didn't-- I didn't mean--

You know what, I know you're probably right.

I'm just-- you know, I... I should go.

I need to get back to work.

- I can give you a ride-- - No, it's fine. I'll walk.

Quite the palace.

What do you do for a living?

Not a thing.

Oh, well...

I didn't realize I was talking to a living, breathing trophy.

I don't want to talk about that.

What a coincidence...

neither do I.

Whoa... easy there, tiger.

Let's slow things down a little bit.

We both know why I'm here,

and it's not for the conversation.

"Miss Midnight?"

No. Wait a second.

A girl likes a little foreplay, you know?

"Sheltered life?"

Not me.

Oh...

...

Oh, my god.

It's okay. I'm not gonna hurt you.

And the man who did this, he's gone.

You're safe.

Who are you?

I'm a... I'm a friend.

What are you doing in my house?

That's a-- that's a long story.

Come on.

Let me help you get cleaned up.

Here.

Sorry.

I think you're gonna be okay...

but you really should go to the hospital.

I'm fine.

Hey. You have just been through a horrible trauma.

You are not fine.

What's your name?

Is it Ava?

You broke into my house.

Don't act like you care about me.

I, uh...

I apologize for that.

But the only reason I did it was because I was worried

something like this might happen.

So you know this guy?

Yeah.

I think he's a sexual predator

and I think that we need to go to the police.

Stop.

How do you know all this?

Who are you?

I'm someone else that he hurt.

The police didn't believe me,

but they might believe you.

His name is Rick.

Rick Lowe.

Rick Lowe?

W-Wait.

You mean the writer who was on the news?

Yeah.

Oh, my god, you're his wife, aren't you?

You killed those people!

Yes, yes, I'm his wife,

but I didn't kill anybody. He did it.

You know what he's capable of.

I know how hard this would be for you,

but we have to try.

Oh, no. No way.

Why not?

My husband is going to be home soon.

I think you should leave.

Please, just listen to me.

Rick framed me for murder.

And the only way I am ever gonna get my life back

is if I could just prove

that he's not the Boy Scout everybody thinks he is.

For someone trying to expose the truth,

you really are lost.

Look around.

Don't you get it?

I can't tell my husband what happened here

or all this is over.

He's 60 and I'm his third wife.

You put the pieces together.

Yeah.

I understand.

I do.

But if you don't help me,

other women are going to suffer

and possibly die,

and you do not want that on your conscience

I'm sorry...

but that is not my problem.

Now, please...

leave.

Okay.

I'm leaving.

You take care of yourself.

I'm sorry...

...for what happened to you.

You don't deserve it.

Nobody does.

Are those for me?

Maggie?

Rick, what is this?

Don't you like roses?

I thought it would help.

My sister just--

Maggie,

I've been thinking.

I think we have to start processing the fact

that she's gone.

She's gone.

And a time comes when

we have to move on with our lives.

I don't think I can do that.

Not if it means that--

Being happy?

Talking to someone who knows what you're going through?

Rick, just stop.

Let me take you to dinner tomorrow night.

We can talk about this.

About everything.

No pressure.

I just-- I need to think about it a little bit more,

but I'll call you if I think it's a good idea.

I think it is, Maggie.

I know it is.

What else did they find?

You're kidding me?

When? Uh-huh.

No, that's fantastic. Thank you.

No, I got everything I need. Thank you.

Correct.

Yeah, I'll let him know.

Yes.

Look, I have to go.

Okay, thank you so much. Goodbye.

Update on the June Lowe case.

Somebody found the body?

Not quite.

The hospital I.D. she was wearing.

Where?

Beach. Half-a-mile north of where the car was found.

There was a strip of fabric attached.

Forensics said

the fabric was torn in some kind of violent action.

So she drowned after all?

Saves the Prosecutor the headache.

Whoa, whoa. Not so fast, partner.

I told you it was found north of the crash site.

That river flows south, doesn't it?

Current couldn't have carried it.

Not to mention--

someone withdrew a couple hundred in cash.

This didn't go down the way we thought.

So, she wanted us to think she was dead.

If that's true, she could be anywhere by now.

Unless she's got unfinished business.

Evie?

Hi. Do I-- Do I know you?

No, I didn't know if that was your real name,

or your handle on "Private Seduction."

How do you know about that?

I... I really think we need to talk.

Okay, look.

What I'm about to say to you, it might sound crazy,

but I need you to hear me out.

You have a date this afternoon

with a man who calls himself "Nohangups."

You hacked my account, didn't you?

No, not yours. His.

See, I think that he's targeting women

who are stepping out on their husbands

because he-- he figures

that they'll keep quiet about the assaults.

Wow. Okay. I'm done.

No, no. Look.

Please, please.

I am sorry to burst into your life

and drop a bomb on you like this,

and I'm not here to judge you,

I just-- I need you to believe me.

I believe you're a cybercriminal.

There's that much.

No, you're-- you're missing the point.

I need proof that he's dangerous...

and that's where you come in.

Where I come in?

What are you saying?

You-- You want me to let this guy rape me

so you can get it on tape?

No! No, that will-- that will never happen.

- I promise. - You're right, it won't.

If I ever see you again, I'm calling the police.

...

Come in.

Can I offer you something to drink?

Rum, perhaps?

Nothing for me.

Thanks.

First time meeting up on one of these, I take it?

What makes you say that?

Really?

Really.

I've never done this before,

Hope I'm not coming off as awkward or desperate.

I bet you say that to all your dates.

Well, you'd lose that bet.

I haven't been on a date in ten years.

Ten long, hard years.

I'm sorry!

What's the matter?

Nothing. It's just...

a girl has to be careful in situations like this.

Motel rooms...

strange men, you know.

No, that's smart.

Hey, I get it.

I could be anyone--

Ted Bundy, Jack the Ripper...

I could be...

the man of your dreams.

Right.

Um...

so, uh, what's-- what's your real name?

That's a way to kill the mood.

Okay.

No names.

Jobs. What do you do for a living?

Doctor? Lawyer?

Someone's suddenly very interested.

I'm just curious

about the person I'm about to have sex with.

Is that so weird?

A little, yeah.

The app is called "Private Seduction,"

not "Publicly Settling Down."

If I wanted to know your life story,

I'd follow you on Instagram and probably die of boredom.

No need to get nasty.

I was just curious.

You know what they say about curiosity and cats.

Let go of me!

Stop it. Let go!

Let me go!

What the hell?

Bitch!

Listen, Max. Just-- Max!

I've had a rough night, okay?

Tell them

that the next manuscript is on its way soon.

And, actually, you know what?

Tell them to check the ... sales

and calm the hell down, how about that?

What?

Wait, whoa, whoa, whoa. Slow down, all right?

What do you mean?

What are you talk--

What the hell are you talking about, "ruin my career"?

What articles, Max?

Deny it.

Deny everything.

No, no, no, no. You just do your ... job.

Hi, Maggie.

Hey.

Oh, my God, what happened?

Oh, yeah, I was, uh, I was driving on the freeway

and some genius decided to throw a beer bottle at my car.

While you were driving? You could've been killed!

Lucky it wasn't full, right?

How are you joking about this?

Aw, hey, it's just glass.

I'll take it in the morning, it'll be good as new by dinner.

My insurance might take a hit, however.

Anyway... what are you doing here?

Uh...

you invited me to dinner.

And you never got back.

I was thinking about what you said and, uh...

I've barely left the house,

work's been a nightmare.

I understand.

You know, but if it's a bad time,

you know, I think we can--

No, no, no. No.

No, it's fine.

I've had a bit of a day, too.

So, come on, let's take your car.

You know what? On second thought,

let's take both.

That way, if you're not feeling up for it,

you can leave whenever you want.

That's okay?

Of course it is.

Do you know where Cinder is?

Uh, yeah, it's that new place overlooking downtown, on Vine?

That's the one.

- I'll meet you there. - Okay.

All right, "NoHangUps," let's date.

DeAngelo, let's go.

You sure you don't want something harder?

No. I'm fine, thank you.

Is someone gonna drop a wine list?

Because I am dying for a glass of something.

I think I'm gonna go to the washroom.

Be back.

Take your time,

looks like we have plenty of it.

You're being ridiculous.

You should go there now.

Just... just talk to him.

Just talk to him. You'll figure it out. Okay.

Is that my phone?

Yeah. My battery died and I wanted to check the time.

Didn't think you'd mind.

Come on, sit down.

You know what? I really think I should go.

Already? We haven't even--

Rick, this is a mistake.

Maggie, don't do this.

I'm sorry. I'll call you.

Maggie.

Please let me be wrong about this.

The hotel manager said

he recognized her from the news and called it in.

Two more guests I.D.'d her from the photo.

Said she left maybe 10 minutes ago.

This place is clean.

Hmm.

She must have spotted us.

She's getting better.

What do you think she's after?

Revenge?

What'd she say the first moment we walked through the door?

That she was set up.

You really believe that?

She believes it.

That's all that matters.

Channing.

You're kidding.

No ...?

Uh-huh.

Okay.

Thanks.

Someone just doxxed our friend, Rick.

Apparently, he's got multiple accounts

on a dating app called "PS."

Mm?

Stands for "Private Seduction."

Anyway, real sleazy stuff.

It's all over social media.

Damn.

Those are some bad optics for a guy whose wife claimed

he was blackmailed for sexual assault.

Just what I was thinking.

Let's go.

Yeah.

Well, well, if it isn't the old ball-and-chain.

Peep show theater, eh, June?

I know you're just doing your job, Detectives,

but I did ask for some privacy, remember?

Apologies, Mr. Lowe,

but we thought you should hear it from us

before you see it on the news.

Your wife's still alive.

...

Did you find her? Where is she?

Yeah, we think she's still here in town,

and she may attempt to contact you.

Me?

Why?

Is that really surprising?

Given the way things ended between us,

yes.

Have you noticed anything unusual lately?

Anonymous messages? Strange cars on the streets?

Attempted break-ins-- anything like that?

No, and I don't think I like your tone.

So you don't call this unusual?

That...

was an accident.

And as a matter of fact,

I was just on my way to get it fixed.

From what we've seen online,

you're gonna need more than a body shop

to fix your reputation.

We read the articles-- the women coming forward.

Hell, Mr. Lowe,

half the women on the Internet want your head.

I bet your publisher isn't too happy

with that development.

Tell me something--

how long before your book sales start to tank?

- Ooh! I'd cancel my pre-order. - I'm sorry--

is sex between consenting adults a crime, Detectives?

No.

No, it's not.

- But you have to admit that-- - I don't see

how this conversation

is relevant to the whereabouts of my wife.

You know what? You're right.

You're right.

Probably isn't.

Not directly, anyway.

But you do have to admit that it's interesting,

given the accusations she made against you.

What you and I find interesting are...

are very different things.

Now, if you don't mind...

I need to be going.

Let me ask you something.

Would it make you feel safer

if we parked a unit outside your house?

It wouldn't.

But thank you.

She really believes you killed those people, Mr. Lowe.

What do you think she's capable of?

Look, if you want to help me,

find her and bring her in.

And if I hear from her,

you'll be the first people I call.

Fair enough.

You have a good day now, Mr. Lowe.

Yeah, you too.

Hi, Mags.

So, by the time you are seeing this,

I might be...

well...

I'm sorry that I didn't tell you everything

right when I broke out of the hospital...

but I couldn't risk Rick or the police finding out.

See, I know now the only way

to prevent Rick from harming any other women

is to contact him directly.

So, I have a date with him.

And now that the Internet knows his true colors,

he and I both know

that, well...

I am the only one willing

to meet up with him.

See, the world knows

that he is a scumbag, but...

I need to prove that he's a murderer.

So, violence or a confession

is the best I can hope for.

And if I can get that on camera,

well, it might just be enough to put an end all of this.

And if he doesn't...

well, I...

might have to take things into my own hands.

It's funny to think

I might actually become the thing

he wanted everyone to believe I was.

And the Rick I knew...

he would really appreciate the irony in that.

But I guess that never was the real Rick, was it?

My sister's not a killer. He's the scumbag.

Okay. It's time.

Whatever happens...

I love you, Mags.

And never forget that.

Get your game-face on.

Looks like we're in business.

Here we go.

You've got to be kidding me.

We stay on him, right?

No. We have to go.

He's going after her!

You know he is.

It's circumstantial, partner.

We've got a job to do, and it's not here.

Call it in.

1-23, we're on our way.

...!

"Lady Dee."

I'm glad you came.

Oh, no, no. That's my car up on the left.

You lead the way.

You know, I'm looking forward

to having a little fun this afternoon.

I hope you don't mind if I take you somewhere quiet.

No.

That's some beautiful blonde hair you've got.

I was actually with a brunette for a long time--

long, long time.

Oh, yeah?

What happened to her?

She drowned.

At least, that's the official story.

Me? I'm still not convinced.

June!

Maggie!

Ah!

Hello, darling.

Maggie! Mags!

Stop. What's going on?

Wake up! Wake up.

Hi.

June?

Yeah, it's me. I'm here.

I'm so sorry

I didn't believe you at the beginning.

Where are we?

- In the trunk of your car. - What?

Oh! Oh, my god!

Mags-- Mags, you've got to calm down.

You need to calm down.

Everything's gonna be okay.

I've got this.

How is it gonna be okay? He's gonna kill us.

No...

I have faked my own death and I have made it this far,

so, I-I've got this, okay?

You've gotta trust me.

Okay?

I'm sorry, June.

No. No, no, no. Listen to me.

Hey. Hey!

No, we-- we have raised each other.

We... I mean, we have been through hell before,

so we-we can survive this.

We were kids then, June.

We are so much stronger than that now. Okay?

What's happening?

I think he stopped.

I hope you two had some time to catch up,

because it's gonna be a short reunion.

The police know I'm alive!

I'm aware of that.

But those detectives, they don't have anything on me.

That doesn't explain how you ended up

in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Let me guess... tracker?

Oh, ho. I thought so.

June told me how paranoid you are!

But, apparently...

not paranoid enough to lock your phone.

It was you I was talking to last night.

Oh, ho, ho. Now she gets it.

Leave her alone!

You got her into this, June.

You've got no one to blame but yourself.

You didn't have to set me up!

What choice did I have?

You were never much of a writer, honey.

Use your head.

There's no way this whole mess doesn't land back on me

unless I throw a body in front of it to save myself.

I tried for an honest life with you,

but I am what I am.

At least I'm honest about that.

There is nothing honest about you.

All those women, all this time!

Wendy Bach was just trying to tell the truth.

I saw her, Rick. I saw her at the hospital.

You beat her

and she was trying to expose you.

No, no, no, no, no!

She forced my hand!

She's just a bitch on the side who didn't know her place!

A clean break was the best I could hope for.

I didn't have a choice!

Now, this--

this time, I'm-I'm gonna do it right.

I'm gonna leave nothing to the justice system.

Oh, ho, ho. Well, I'll be.

Doesn't this just look like

the knife that I used to open up the Bachs?

Is that your idea of poetic justice?

Well, mine's a little more grim than yours.

Probably why my novels sell.

You see, the way I see it--

two bodies with stab wounds, at the bottom of the river...

crazy wife on the run,

paranoid and jealous.

That oughta keep the papers and the police off my back.

You tell me how it looks.

Hold still.

See, this...

this has to look like a murder-suicide.

Then you two get to go for a swim.

Don't make me hurt you first.

You couldn't possibly hurt me any more than you already have!

Don't get me worked up, June...

or I'll take my time with your sister.

Do you hear me?

There we go. Now your move.

Stay still. It's almost over.

How is this for paranoid, you son of a bitch?

Ah!

No, no. I'm fine, I'm fine.

Just go kill that son of a bitch, okay?

You can do it.

Just kill him. You gotta kill him.

You gotta kill him!

Stop it, June! This is almost over.

Oh!

In the weeks since the apprehension,

a number of woman have come forward,

accusing him of sexual assault.

These allegations have corroborated

the testimony

of his estranged wife, June Porter,

formerly Lowe,

whose murder charges

in the deaths of Wendy and Simon Bach--

were recently dropped

by the District Attorney's office.

Oh! Ouch.

Sorry, I'm just a little bit tender on that side.

Well, you look good.

I took the liberty of ordering you something.

Thanks, sis.

You know, I have gotten three, count 'em, three

separate interview requests in the last 48 hours alone.

Wow! And you turned them all down?

Are you kidding?

This is my 15 minutes. I'm gonna enjoy it.

Good.

Well, enough about me grasping for the spotlight.

All you need right now

is to put all this craziness behind you,

to get out and just start enjoying life again.

Yes. In time.

I promise.

But I'm gonna be pretty busy for the next few months,

and I-I don't want to get distracted.

Busy? How?

Well, you know how I've been trying to write something...

Oh! You finally started the book?

Oh, my god, Junebug. That's amazing.

Yeah, but it's almost done.

It's just pouring out of me.

Look, I pitched Rick's publishers,

and they said yes.

They even offered me an advance-- a big one.

Well, the next time we're out, you're buying.

Well, don't get too excited,

I'm gonna donate everything I can

to Rick's victims,

along with my profits.

It only seems right.

It's inspiring how amazing you are.

How you can be anything but selfish

after everything you've been through.

Well--

here is to literary inspiration,

to fat advance checks...

...and her big sis,

who risked her life trying to save mine.

I will cheers to that.