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Sylvia finished washing dishes.

From the shower, her lover called.

I'll be right out babe.

You ready for me?

Who's that?

My mom.

I sent her to voice mail.

She'd kill me if she knew you were over here.

Their love was... naive.

They had no idea that evil was lurking.

Shoot. That's probably her.

Stay in there.

One minute!

I'm coming.

What?

Jack! Help!

They had no idea of what was to come.

Inside a dark room,

the deep, stilted breaths of Sylvia

are all that can be heard.

Her cheeks would be drenched with tears

if not for the blindfold covering her face.

Her breath hitches.

Who's there?

Hey. Hey.

It's ok.

Shhh. Don't cry.

Don't cry.

It's ok.

I'm a friend.

It's me.

Apollo.

No!

Hey.

No! No!

This can't be happening!

Shh.

Hey.

No screaming.

No screaming!

Somebody help me!

No screaming!

Hey.

I told you I don't like that noise.

Ok?

Am I hurting you?

Am I?

You only scream when you're hurt.

You know that.

Because otherwise, then you're just crying wolf.

You know what happens when you cry wolf, right?

Mommy won't come next time.

Next time mommy won't find you... Sarah.

How do you know my name?

I can't believe my little girl is all grown up.

Come on, mom.

You said you weren't going to get sappy.

I know, I know.

I just... you're going to college.

What am I gonna do without you?

Write?

Finish your latest epic novel?

That's what you're gonna do.

I'm just gonna miss you so much.

It's not like I'm across the country

or even in a different state.

My school is in the same city.

You're gonna see me all the time.

I guess that's the upside to this whole education thing.

Come on, let's go get you settled.

Is that Jack?

What's he doing here?

Looks like he must have got into off-campus residence, too.

Did you know about this?

No, mom.

I swear.

I didn't know.

Honey, promise me you won't get wrapped up in him again.

He's broken your heart one too many times.

He doesn't deserve you.

I know, mom.

Don't worry.

I'm over him.

This year is a fresh start for me.

I'm excited for school and that's why I'm here.

Here, I can manage all this.

Do you wanna go back and get the last of my stuff?

Sure.

Excuse me.

I noticed that you have your hands full.

I've got an extra umbrella.

Thank you.

I just happen to have it handy.

Thank you.

Agatha.

Agatha Sayers, right?

I'm sorry, have we met before?

I'm a huge fan of your novels.

Thanks.

You're even more beautiful in person than the photo

on the back of your novel.

You and Sarah could be sisters.

How do you know my daughter's name?

I teach investigative journalism here at the college and...

well, I happened to notice that I had a Sarah Sayers in my class

and, well, admittedly I did do a little cross-checking

and I knew- or know-that Sarah is your daughter, so...

You're a professor here.

I'm-I am so sorry if I got all weird,

I... as you can imagine I get some pretty wild fans

in my line of work and sometimes I get a little paranoid.

I can imagine.

I am a big fan, though.

Um, we met once three years ago

at the Calico Killing book signing.

I brought my novel and you signed it.

Thank you.

You don't say?

I'm-what was your name?

I didn't catch that.

I'm Harmon.

Well, I am sure that Sarah will enjoy your class.

She's been doing a little editing on my last novel for me

and she's got quite the imagination.

Plotting epic true crime stories.

I like to say that we execute fictional stories.

Of course.

Well, it was really nice to meet you.

Yes.

Um, yeah, it was nice to meet you, too.

Bye, Agatha.

Bye.

Hi.

Sorry I'm late.

No, no, no.

You're right on time.

Come on in.

It is so great to see you, Caroline.

You too.

I can't thank you enough.

You have no idea how much this means to me.

To work side-by-side with you as you finish this novel

is a dream come true.

The pleasure is all mine.

It's not every day you get an assistant who is as creative

and eager as you are.

Well, it's just a good feeling

to know my life's finally back on track.

All thanks to you.

Better late than never, right?

Absolutely.

Why don't I show you to your room and you can get settled?

That sounds great.

Follow me.

I thought you'd be most comfortable in this room.

It's stunning.

I haven't lived alone in a long time

so I'm quite happy to have a house mate, so to speak.

The timing couldn't be more perfect.

Timing is everything.

Is that your daughter?

Mmmhmm.

You said she was at college?

She's very pretty.

Is this her boyfriend?

Ex-boyfriend.

You didn't like him?

Let's put it this way.

I actually paid the guy off to stay away from her.

Outrageous, right?

Anyways, I meant to put this stuff in storage,

and I have a spot in the garage that I have some things

that I need you to help me with.

Yeah, of course.

Anything I can do to help.

Well, get settled in.

Thanks.

Wow.

Look at this place.

It's so organized.

Well, three weeks at it, I'd hope so.

You're welcome to read any of them.

Lots of brilliant criminal minds in there.

This one has always been my favourite.

I got mixed reviews on that one.

You know this is the book I was reading

when I was at that women's shelter?

I thought it was a masterpiece.

I remember realizing for the first time that a woman

is in control of her own destiny.

That I was in control of my own destiny.

Well, you've come a long way since then.

Just like you, huh?

You're on the brink of your next best-seller.

When you shared with us at the shelter that day

I felt so connected to you.

I remember feeling like I could just read the story of your life

right off your lips.

I know your husband wasn't good to you and your daughter.

But I can imagine you probably feel free now that he's gone.

I do.

Did I ever tell you about my father?

No.

No, you haven't.

He was abusive, too.

My mom, she protected me.

She kept me safe for a long time.

Until one day his blow was too strong for someone her size.

He killed her?

Well, it was officially ruled as suicide

but it was always a murder to me.

A slow murder.

I am so sorry.

She protected me.

That's a mother's job, right?

To protect her children?

I was 13 when he got me pregnant,

and that's when child services finally stepped in.

Wow, Caroline, I... I don't even know what to say.

Well, it sure makes for a good crime novel, doesn't it?

My first novel.

Write what you know, that's what they say.

It makes it that much more believable for the reader.

Your glasses are in the box.

Never to be lost again.

I love those frames.

Are you near-sighted or far?

Neither.

They're computer glasses.

They help with the glare.

Maybe I should get some of those.

I organized everything just sort of how you had it filed.

Um, legal, personal, finances, Sarah's education,

bank contracts.

I hope it all makes sense.

It's very... organized.

You seem upset.

I'm sorry, is it too much?

I'm just not used to people looking at my computer.

I'm sure you can understand, all my personal information

is in here.

Yeah.

Sorry, I um... I just saw that you couldn't find a file

the other day so I thought that maybe it would help you out.

Three weeks and you've organized my life.

It's amazing.

I'm gonna go get started on your garage then.

That sounds great.

Agatha?

Yes?

I'm staying here rent-free and I'm supposed to be helping you

and I can't help but feel l like I'd be more useful to you

if I was actually book editing as you go.

I know that Sarah was doing that for you before

so I think that maybe-

It's a great idea, Caroline.

I would be silly not to take advantage of

your creative brain.

This is an encrypted device that will allow you access

to my novel in real time.

Password is...

Um... "do or die".

Do or die.

I like that.

Do or die it is.

Ok.

Great.

Give me a break, Agatha.

I bend over backwards for you.

Please spare me the visual.

You know I've earned ten times

the peanuts you brought me when we started.

And where is that money now, Max?

You said to take risks.

So I took 'em.

Without asking me.

Tell me something.

How many people have you screwed over in life?

Am I the only sucker?

See?

You do like visuals.

And you sucking is one I'll take.

You're disgusting.

There's opportunities out there.

I can make you rich again.

I just need a little something to work with.

You know what, I've heard it all before.

If you don't return the money that you spent without asking me,

I'm going to get a lawyer.

I'm warning you, Agatha.

There'll be consequences if you can't keep your head straight.

Remember, it's not my fault you ain't got squat.

You have anything a little stronger?

Oooh, who's that?

My new assistant.

Since when?

I was volunteering at the women's shelter a few years ago.

She was going through a rough patch

and I helped her get back on her feet.

She's an aspiring writer.

I've been a mentor to her online ever since.

Hey, cute thing.

Why don't you go make me a proper drink, will ya?

Sounds intriguing, but I'll pass.

Spunky little thing, huh?

Aren't you gonna be late to your next appointment, Max?

I am indeed.

You know what I think?

I think you need to give that agent of yours a call.

What, Deborah is her name?

Get her to do a pre-sale on this new best-seller of yours

and get me some money to make you money.

My agent was an ass...

I'm self-publishing this one.

More money.

I get it.

What about drumming up publicity?

Max, why don't you worry about getting me my money back?

Or like I said, I'll sue you.

Don't get desperate, Agatha.

I'm a snake.

I'm not afraid to bite.

This is Sarah.

Text is best but leave a message if you need to.

Straight to voice mail again.

Sarah, sweetie, it's-it's mom.

Um, give me a call back or text me on my cell.

I haven't heard from you in a while.

I'm just getting a little worried.

Ok, um, bye.

Maybe she's just immersed in school.

She might have exams.

But it's been an entire week.

It's just not like her not to check in with me

or return my calls.

I'm worried.

You know what? I'm gonna go check on her.

Just see if she's ok.

Well if it helps I was gonna go to the drug store anyway.

I can stop by and you can write.

Are you sure?

Yeah.

I've been looking forward to meeting her.

It's a perfect opportunity.

Ok.

Agatha, I was just about to call you.

I just got here.

It's apartment 345.

I'm walking up now.

I'm at the front door.

It's open.

Open?

Well, just go in.

Somebody was definitely upset.

What do you mean?

A photo of your daughter and Jack,

ripped right down the middle.

You found that on the ground?

Right by the front door.

Somebody definitely tried to make it better.

What do you mean?

What're you seeing?

Yellow roses everywhere and a broken vase.

Looks like a struggle.

Upside down heart.

With an arrow shot through it.

Drawn out in lipstick.

Lipstick.

My god.

I'll call you back.

Caroline, no. Wait-

"Apollo adjusted the video monitor to the ceiling.

He was not yet sure what he would do with the footage

he would soon have of his escapades

but he felt he needed to document his actions.

It would be the only way for him to learn.

I know, I know.

Shhh.

It's ok.

Maybe you'd be a bit more comfortable if you could see?

Ok.

I'm gonna take it off now.

But you behave yourself, you hear?

Get me down!

Get me down.

Get me down!

Patience, Jack.

Patience.

Coulda been a little smoother, could ya?

Where's Sarah, Jack?

Do I look like I know where she is?

I need you to tell me exactly what happened.

He took her, alright?

Some guy.

A whack job.

Clocked me over the head, drugged me or something.

Next thing I know I'm hanging up in the closet.

Sounds scary.

What're you doing here, anyways?

Looking for Sarah, Jack.

Hello?

It's me.

Please tell me that she's there.

Please, God, tell me that you've found her.

Sarah's been kidnapped, Agatha.

Jack's here.

It looks like he slept over.

He said he was drugged.

I found him hanging...

In the closet.

It's my book, Caroline.

Someone is copycat-ing my book.

Please let me go.

I told you to be quiet.

And you didn't get a good look at him?

I told you already.

I came out of the shower and he cold clocked me

before I even knew he was there.

Yeah.

Yeah, you said that.

And then you're here because she wasn't answering your calls?

No, she wasn't answering her mother's calls.

I was just running errands and said I'd come and check on her.

What are you talking about?

You don't even know Sarah.

Why are you even here?

I just said why I was here.

Look, there's a broken vase and yellow roses right by the door.

Yeah, I saw that.

And you didn't buy Sarah roses recently?

Sarah hates roses.

Hates roses?

I never met a woman who hates roses.

Yeah, well, when your mother is a twisted crime writer

who uses roses in murder scenes

let's just say roses have a whole new meaning.

Agatha?

What're you doing here?

I thought we agreed that you would stay away from her.

Guess I disagreed with the agreement.

You think this is a joke?

He thinks this is a joke.

What about her housemate?

Did she see anything?

Um, according to the college

she hadn't been assigned a housemate yet.

She was living here alone.

And the reason I didn't know this was

because she started seeing you again.

Ok.

Alright, let's just calm down here.

Arguing is not gonna do us any good.

You and Sarah, you were on good grounds, then?

No problems recently?

What're you trying to ask, detective?

I'm just wondering what your relationship with Sarah is like.

Before we get to that I just wanna know why you're here.

Can someone elaborate on that?

Why I'm here?

I meant-

What? You meant what?

You meant to explain why you can't keep it in your pants?

Why you couldn't even stop him?

Why you couldn't save my little girl?

Agatha, it's ok.

It's alright.

Are you trying to say that I did this?

That... with skanky weird broads

is somehow linked to this?

No, she's not saying that you're cheating on her linked to this.

She's upset.

Seriously?

My God.

I feel like I'm in the Twilight Zone right now.

How about we get some fresh air?

Let's go.

I'll take your statement outside.

Yeah, let's do that.

Get me the hell out of here.

I'm sorry.

Emotions are high.

It's alright.

I'll be right back.

So take me through the events again.

Emily?

That was your name, wasn't it, detective?

Mmmhmm.

Here's my number.

If you want me to come and do a statement

or anything just drop me a line.

Anything I can do to help.

Thanks.

Where did you say you live again?

I didn't.

I live with Agatha.

You live with her?

Just give us a moment, will you?

Just until I can get a place of my own.

I'm a writer, too, and she asked me to move in with her

and help her finish this novel.

A co-writer.

Maybe, we'll see.

Emily, has anyone ever told you you're inspiring?

Intuitive, maybe.

It's not often you meet a sexy female cop.

You inspire me to write such a character.

Are you serious?

Did that just happen?

Alright, let's finish your statement.

I'd say it's good to see you but under the circumstance

it's a poor choice of words.

Yeah.

Has there been anything

out of the ordinary in Sarah's life recently?

Anything you can think of will be helpful

even if you don't think it's relevant.

Apollo's Arrow.

This is the book I'm writing the sequel to right now.

Whoever took her, my Sarah, he's copying my manuscript.

He's mimicking this book?

No, no, no.

He's copycat-ing my current, unpublished book.

The one I'm writing now.

The ripped picture of the couple, the markings,

the yellow roses.

It's Apollo, the character in the book.

It's him.

He's copying his actions.

The actions that I'm writing now.

Who has access to your writing?

Sarah.

She's the only one.

And me.

You gave me...

Right.

And Caroline.

I give an encrypted device to anyone

who needs to review my work.

It syncs to my computer in real time-

So anyone with this device can just plug in

and link to your computer?

With a passcode that I set up.

I don't know where Sarah's is.

Usually she keeps it in her computer bag.

Can I check?

Sure.

It's not in here.

How would it be possible for me to read it?

I need to read your book.

I have a thumb drive at home that I could sync it to, um...

and set up a passcode.

Avocado toast.

I think I can remember that.

I can drop it off to you later if you want.

Great.

Then I'll read it and I'll start talking to anyone

who might have seen anything.

Don't write anymore.

If someone has hacked your computer

we don't need them following something

that could put Sarah in danger.

But doesn't that sound an alarm if she just stops writing?

Why don't I read where Agatha's at in the novel

and then I'll decide the next steps?

I'm just gonna run this evidence for prints,

and if anyone tries to contact you through social media

or anything let me know immediately.

We're gonna find her, Agatha.

Hello baby girl.

The name of the author is Agatha Sayers,

best-selling author with a world-wide fan base.

Caroline?

According to a source,

the abduction is the work of a copycat

and the victim is none other than the author's daughter,

Sarah Sayers.

What is it? It's 6am.

What's going on?

This just started. Listen.

Sarah is 18 years old

and a freshman at Georgia Bloom University.

Authorities are asking anyone with information

on the abduction to call the metro police department

attention Detective Roger Smith.

Roger must have alerted the press.

They're gonna find her, right?

Someone's gonna call in with a tip.

She's gonna be ok.

We'll find her.

I have to do something.

I can't just sit here and do nothing.

Where are you going?

To Sarah's school.

But it's so early.

There's gonna be nobody there.

Someone had to have seen something.

A classmate or a professor.

I can't just sit here and not do anything.

If Roger calls I'm on my cell.

Does he have your number?

Yeah, he has it.

Agatha?

Is he Brendan Sullivan?

Brenda's love affair in your novel Crimes of Passion?

Did Roger inspire that character?

That's very perceptive of you.

It was the way he said your name.

I first met Roger the day

that my husband cracked my cheek bone.

Of course, Roger thought it was a car accident.

He was the one that taught me that there's more to love

than a fist to the stomach.

And Crimes of Passion...

Fiction.

I suppose if Roger had known,

he would have done that.

I gotta go.

Excuse me?

Do you work here?

I do.

I need to get a print out of my daughter's course schedule.

The classes she was enrolled in.

Do you have her student number?

Her major?

I'll need that.

General arts, I think.

She was enrolled in a journalism class.

Journalism?

Investigative journalism.

I know-I know she was taking that.

We don't offer that course here, ma'am.

Yes you-yes you do.

My daughter was enrolled in it, I'm positive.

I met her professor.

Harmon?

Harmon was his name.

I didn't catch his last name.

I'm head of the academic advisor committee.

I've held this position for over a decade and I'm 100 percent positive

that we do not have a journalism department,

nor do we have any professors who go by the name of Harmon.

Here.

This lists all the courses the college offers

and in every department.

You can look for yourself.

What's your daughter's name?

Maybe she got the course name wrong.

That happens.

Sarah.

Sarah Sayers.

Sarah Sayers, who was just abducted?

My. I'm so sorry.

Do you have a card or anything?

Why don't I bring Sarah's schedule up

and I can email it to you?

I would really appreciate that.

My email's on the card.

Thank you.

Had you ever heard of her before? The mom?

Agatha?

I'm familiar with her books.

I noticed you're on a first name basis with her already.

Was I?

Right away.

When you met her.

Did you know about the husband?

What about him?

He tripped over the bannister of the stairs

in their home and died.

There was an investigation

because everybody said something smelled off.

For a crime novelist to have her husband

trip over a bannister and die in her home?

I had no idea he died.

You say that like you knew him.

No, I just meant- no one mentioned it.

Well, it was two years ago.

But get this.

Police were called a total of three times to their residence.

For what?

Domestic violence.

I looked over the reports and it seems that Mr. Sayers

had quite a temper.

He beat her?

How could I have not known that?

What do you mean, how could you not have known that?

I'm more than just a pretty face, Rog.

You aren't the only awesome detective in the office.

Seems so.

The thing is, Agatha had an alibi that checked out.

She was at a business meeting at a local hotel

when the accident happened.

But come on.

Who trips over a bannister?

Detectives on the scene felt he was pushed.

I seem to remember something about this-

hearing about this case.

I think we should dig into it.

Come on. Think.

Food.

Food.

She needs to eat.

Sylvia sat at the dining room table, waiting...

she was cold and her stomach rumbled.

Here.

It's a prize for being a good girl.

There you go.

They're mine, but I can share.

I have another pair in the car.

Eat.

Before it gets cold.

Mother doesn't like to waste food.

We don't eat like pigs, Sarah.

You wanna eat like a pig you will be served like a pig

and eat off the floor!

I'm sorry!

I'm sorry!

Please, please, I just-

Hello?

Hello?

Is there anyone in there?

You're supposed to be acting like a lady.

AGS?

Agatha Sayers?

Speak of the devil.

Hi.

I was just gonna call you.

My partner and I are headed over there right now.

It's Sarah.

I got a video.

A real time feed.

A real time feed of Sarah?

We're on our way.

Hello?

Mrs. Sayers?

Yes, who's this?

It's Mrs. Goodson from Georgia Bloom.

We met this morning.

I pulled up your daughter's registered course schedule

and I emailed it to you.

You know, I got to thinking after you left.

Harmon.

You mentioned the name Harman, didn't you?

Yes, that's-that's what he said his name was.

Well, it's an odd name, really.

Not many Harmons around.

It was many years ago

but we did have a Harmon who went to school here.

I remember him because I was working

in the library back then.

This Harmon was a real bookworm.

Loved crime novels.

Was obsessed.

Do you happen to have a last name for him?

If you like I could check our database

and see if it goes back that far for alumni.

Do a search on the name Harmon.

Please, it's important.

I'll do it now and I'll email you whatever I find.

Thank you.

Thank you so much.

Any news?

That guy, Harmon, that I met when I dropped Sarah at school.

He's not a professor there.

And I got a video.

A real time feed of Sarah.

Whoever took her is making moves based on what I'm writing.

Just take a deep breath.

It's gonna be ok.

No, it's not gonna be ok.

I need to keep writing.

This guy is insane and he has her.

He's Apollo, the character in my novel.

But didn't you say Apollo isn't a killer?

This is the origin story.

He's not gonna kill her.

I need to get a tech guy in.

Someone to look over my computer,

put a tracking device on it in case he sends another video.

Where did you get that jacket?

Just from a box in your garage.

That was my husband's jacket.

It is.

I thought I asked you to take his things

to the shelter last week.

You did.

But I figured it wouldn't hurt if I kept this one.

It's warm.

Besides, it was probably too nice for the pig, anyway.

It looks much better on me, don't you think?

Thank you, Mrs. Goodson.

Thank you.

Did you hear that?

Let me go take a look around back.

I'll be inside.

I didn't mean to scare you, detective.

Just try and steer clear of my face.

I'd like to keep it intact.

Most people do.

Some aren't so lucky.

That was close, for the bird.

I didn't mean to kill it.

So your intention when launching that arrow at the bird was?

Skim the tail feather.

It's only the tail feathers I need.

Their flight feathers.

Used to guide the arrow.

Well, you're certainly an expert archer.

Someone who participates in archery is an archer.

An expert is called a toxophilite.

Toxophilite.

Sounds like an antibiotic.

It's a Greek word derived from the word "toxin",

which refers to both the bow and the arrow.

"Philos", meaning "loving".

Sounds kinda funny on the tongue, doesn't it?

Philos.

Philos.

Are you flirting with me, detective?

Because that wouldn't be good, would it?

Agatha's ex-lover flirting with her protege?

I'm not flirting with you.

You're a bad boy, detective.

Sleeping with a married woman.

When was that, about two years ago?

A difficult time in Agatha's life.

I wonder, does your partner Emily know about this?

What's going on here, Caroline?

Nothing.

I'm just wondering if she knows

that you have a conflict of interest

with the missing persons case.

That would be protocol, wouldn't it?

Don't worry, I'm not gonna say anything.

I've got your back.

I was just wondering.

I'm gonna play around

a little bit more with Agatha's bow and arrow.

I'll be inside soon.

I was just asking Agatha

who else deals with her business affairs.

Other people who might have access to her computer files.

Max Finkel, my business manager.

But I've let him go.

Well, we're gonna need to talk to him.

Sure.

I'll give you his number.

Roger, I need to show you something.

His name is Harmon Gillette.

He graduated Georgia Bloom two decades ago.

The woman at the school recognized him

because he loved crime novels.

Are you serious?

We don't have a lot of time, Roger.

He's accessing my computer in real time

and he's reading my script.

Wait, how do you know all this?

Because I started writing again.

Because I needed to make sure

that she wasn't freezing to death or that she got fed.

The next thing I know a video link pops up on my screen.

He has surveillance video of her,

capturing what he does to her.

What he's acting out with Sarah.

Depicting my typing, what I'm writing.

Don't write anymore, do you hear me?

I mean it.

Ok, I'm gonna put an APB out on Harmon Gillette immediately

and find an address for him.

Can you forward that to me?

Sure.

Good to go.

There's one more thing.

What's that?

I had him move her.

I thought it could help.

Where-where did you have him move her?

To an abandoned warehouse down by the ship yard.

An abandoned warehouse?

I thought it could narrow it down for us.

There's only a few out there.

Look, if he's gonna move her he's gonna do it now.

We can catch him.

Why did you move me from the other location?

It's all part of the story, Sarah.

You should know that.

Look, we got plenty of time to get to know each other,

so-so just try and stick to the script.

It's all about the book.

The new location was an abandoned warehouse.

He liked this space more.

He felt they had privacy.

No.

He felt he could finally get to know her.

No.

No.

Apollo had never fallen in love before.

He desired Sylvia.

She reminded him of a flower waiting to be picked.

Now's the time we get to know one another.

So be good, 'cause I'm gonna untie you.

Now is the part where we fall in love.

Our first dance.

Don't be shy.

I'll lead.

Hey!

No, no, no!

What're you-

Aaargh!!!!!

He's locked me out.

What do you mean?

Of my novel.

Harmon.

He's writing the story now.

We gotta go, we're running out of time, ok?

He's-we have to find him.

When's the last time you ate, Agatha?

I don't know.

Or drank anything?

Why are you wasting time talking to me?

He has her.

Are you even listening to me?

Ok, go get your jacket.

I'm gonna take you somewhere, get a bite to eat.

We'll make a plan there?

Of course.

I'm grabbing my computer, too.

Stephen?

Yes?

You aren't following the story, Stephen.

You told me to dance.

You let your guard down.

You got too close too soon.

She's nice.

Sarah's real nice, mother.

Her name is Sylvia.

And you're Apollo.

Remember?

Right now we just need to stick to the script,

do you understand me?

I understand.

Send me the footage now.

I need the video file.

He's steering how this goes now.

He's creating the narrative.

Are the police... are they searching

the warehouses near the ship yard?

They are.

We're just trying to find an address for him right now.

Everyone is on this.

I feel like I'm going crazy.

I need you to hold it together, Agatha.

For Sarah.

Have you-have you called a computer technician

to go over my computer,

to put a-in case he sends another video?

I put in a call, they're gonna get back to me any minute.

Why aren't you getting that?

That's not them.

I... I wanna ask you something.

What?

What is it?

Ok, look.

I know you said you never wanted to talk about this again

and I respected that.

I stayed away.

But I gotta know.

What did you tell her about us?

Tell who?

Caroline.

Nothing.

You sure?

I didn't tell her much.

I just said that you were kind to me in a period of my life

that was black.

I didn't know.

If I had known-

I know what you would have done to him, Roger.

Why has this conversation transitioned

to my deceased husband?

His death.

What about it?

The date on his death certificate,

it's the same day that you ended it with me.

What are they reporting?

Can you turn up the news?

When crime novelist Agatha Sayers's daughter Sarah

was abducted in what sources is was a copycat scenario

of Mrs. Sayers's recent novel,

a source has confirmed that Max Finkel,

Agatha Sayers's business manager for the last 10 years,

has been shot with an arrow,

one of the weapons commonly used in Sayers's novels.

Max is dead?

I'm sure the question is who would want

to kill your business manager?

I don't know.

The last time I saw him I threatened to sue him

if he didn't return my money.

I haven't talked to him since.

All he has of mine is my will and some business papers.

This doesn't make any sense.

Unless someone wanted something from him.

Max isn't in my novel, Roger.

This isn't a copycat of my book anymore.

He's writing.

He's writing again.

Apollo had been patient with her long enough.

He had taken the blow she launched at him unexpectedly.

But now?

Now was the time for Apollo to teach her a lesson.

He knew he needed to tame her.

Don't hurt me.

You're not allowed to hurt me.

Understand?

Understand?!

That was breaking news footage of Sarah Sayers's captivity.

What is he doing?

Why leak the footage?

Press.

He's trying to drum up press for his story.

His story.

Because he's writing my novel now.

What did Harmon say?

He said he met me at the Calico book signing, right?

I have-I have video.

An electronic press kit.

I have to find-I have it.

I have it here somewhere.

Left.

And left.

Green alert.

Hello?

What're you doing here?

That's no way to greet an old friend, is it, Jack?

You shouldn't be here.

Why?

Because, Caroline.

Because.

Leave, alright?

I don't want any more drama.

Did you tell them?

No, Caroline. I didn't.

What do you think I am, stupid?

What would I say, anyways?

The crazy cougar that I decided to screw just happens

to become my ex-girlfriend's mother's roommate?

I prefer puma over cougar.

Alright.

Time to leave, crazy.

Listen, I just want them to find her and this whole thing

to be over with, alright?

What're you doing?

Tell me, Jack.

When you accepted the offer from Agatha to leave Sarah,

what did you do with the money?

I didn't spend any of it.

It's in an envelope in my sock drawer.

So Agatha paid you off when she found out that you cheated

on her daughter again but you were a bad boy,

weren't you?

You didn't listen to her.

You took the money and then you kept seeing Sarah.

What a sleuth you are.

You should be a crime novelist.

That's the end game, Jack.

That's the end game.

I was a bad boy, Caroline.

What're you gonna do to me for punishment?

You want me to take my clothes off?

You want me to slide my panties down

Yeah.

Yeah, I do.

Do you wanna see the light, Jack?

Tell me how you wanna see the light.

I wanna see the light.

I wanna see the light, Caroline.

And so you shall.

Here it is.

Ok, this is-this is an electronic press kit

that my publicist did for me for behind the scenes footage.

We have such a great turn-out today.

It's-it's a really lovely feeling.

Come on.

Give us a clue.

There he is.

Right there. That's him.

Come on.

I don't wanna be on the camera.

Please get out of my face.

Nothing.

He gives us nothing.

So are you gonna get your book signed, mom?

No.

Why-why are we here then?

That's Caroline.

Is my book as clever as hers?

Yes.

Mother, I've told you this before.

Your book is so good.

This is before I knew her, Roger.

You're late.

Meet me around the corner.

I'll text you the address.

That's my husband.

Caroline knew Scott?

You don't need to do this.

I'll be right back.

You stay here.

Mom.

Please.

Don't.

This is just the groundwork, my love.

I have a plan for us.

I have the big picture in mind.

You need to trust me.

Mother!

Caroline has a son.

And she knew my husband.

Yeah.

Yeah, I saw the news.

I've been with Agatha.

What?

Ok, I'm on my way.

Wait, what is it?

Got a call about a disturbance in Jack's apartment.

I need you to stay here, ok?

But-

Who is it?

My agent.

My-my book agent, Deborah.

Answer it.

Hello?

Look, Deborah, this is really not a good time.

I- I-wait a minute, I don't understand.

No, I'm not familiar with Caroline's book.

Listen, I'm gonna have to call you back.

This is-this is a really bad time.

She wanted to know if it would be a conflict of interest

for her to represent my assistant.

Caroline.

Yeah.

Max was shot with an arrow.

Like the ones Caroline used.

That were my husbands.

In my yard.

Ok, I'm gonna call a car, have them pick you up,

take you to the station where it's safe.

I need you to wait here.

Stay in this booth.

Don't talk to anybody until I figure this out.

Ok?

Yeah, ok.

sed to be writing.

Why aren't you writing?

Stephen?

Stephen, you don't have to do this.

Please let me go.

Stop talking.

What have you done, Stephen?

I messed up, mom.

I really messed up.

You gotta come down here now.

Are you crying wolf again, Stephen?

No, I'm not.

I promise I'm not.

Apollo is not a killer.

You need to stick to the plan.

That's not what I'm saying, mom.

I like her.

I want her now.

Please just let me have her.

I... I don't like this game anymore.

Pages are coming.

Execute them as Apollo.

Don't-don't hang up on me!

I need you to come!

Where's Spector?

Back here.

Agatha down at the station?

No, I sent a car to pick her up.

She's at a coffee shop.

You left her there?

Why would you do that?

To keep her safe.

You're not seeing things clearly, Roger.

Agatha's behind this.

What? No.

No, you're way off.

I've gone through everything.

Did you know that after her husband died she released

a best-seller called Crimes of Passion?

In the book her lover kills her abusive husband.

Stack that up with her business manager

who she's been arguing with, dead.

Now Jack?

You saw how she treated him.

It's all a ruse.

It's a set-up, just like when she murdered her husband.

It's Agatha.

She's chasing an address.

Bring her in.

"Jack, take this and go.

"Don't ever think of Sarah again.

"Consider this my parting gift."

I need this taken to the lab immediately.

Tell them to run the prints asap and get it back to me.

Taking pictures, are you?

Always taking pictures, aren't you?

Harmon.

I know what you've done.

I've been watching you.

Where's Sarah?

I have to get Sarah.

Why, so you can be a perv?

Take photos of her?

That's what you've been doing for years,

I imagine.

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

I'm gonna tell them all about you.

Didn't anyone ever tell you to mind your own business?

Harmon?

She's my friend.

She doesn't know who you are.

She does know who I am.

Crazy.

Get away from me.

Get away from me!

Ahhhhhhh!!!!!

Get away from me!

My camera!

Sarah?

Sarah!

Roger?

Where are you?

I'm at the warehouse.

She's here.

This is the place.

Sarah's here.

Stop what you're doing.

You need to find a safe place and wait for me.

Do you understand?

I'm in a room off of the back.

I'll wait for you here.

Caroline Villos.

Best-

Best playwright.

I wrote a play for a high school playwright competition.

It was a dark drama.

You see, no one expected it.

They thought that I was a waste to society.

My brain was a waste.

My body was only good for getting rich,

rude men off.

So you can imagine my excitement.

That was quite an accomplishment.

I was gonna be someone, Agatha.

I had plans.

He ruined it.

Your father?

I was only thirteen.

Do you know how ashamed I was?

No, you don't, because you let your husband do it

to your daughter.

No.

No, that never happened.

That never-

Scott never did that to Sarah.

He was a pig!

And that is what pigs do.

I saw who he was.

You didn't see it.

You let him do that to her.

No.

No, that's not true, Caroline.

Did you kill Scott?

Did you kill him?

At the time I worshipped you.

He was my in to get close to you.

Then when I saw that he was hurting you

I had to protect you.

I had to protect Sarah.

And me and Stephen.

That's why I killed him.

I thought you were my friend, Caroline.

I thought you cared about me.

I killed him to save you.

Then I saw that you were dirty.

You were just in it for profit.

And I saw that you were using me just like everybody else was.

And now you're a part of the story.

I didn't-I... you're not thinking clearly, Caroline.

I didn't know you back then.

I brought you into my house because I cared about you.

I still care about you.

Please.

It doesn't have to end like this.

Yes it does.

Where is she, Caroline?

Where is Sarah?

She's Stephen's now.

And you?

You're dead.

Say goodbye, Agatha.

Let her go, Caroline!

Say good-bye.

Now!

Stay there.

I need back-up to the warehouse at 326 Primrose, code 3.

Where is she?

Where's Sarah?

Not far, Roger.

Wait-Agatha, wait!

Not far.

Turn around.

Put your hands behind your back.

Slowly.

Roger! Roger!

Stop!

Help!

Help!

Stop it!

Get off of me! Help!

Roger!

Get off of me!

Get him off of me!

Roger!

Get off of her!

Emily!

Get over here and help me!

I said back off of her, now!

What're you doing?

Let her go.

What're you doing?

Thank you.

You ok?

Yeah, I think I'm fine.

Go.

Get out of here.

Don't do that.

Emily, no!

Was it worth it, Rog?

What are you talking about?

She's getting away!

I know.

I know about it all.

What are you talking about?

You and Agatha.

I mean, it was right under my nose.

I can't believe I didn't see it.

No, no, no, no.

You've got it all wrong.

I checked the back logs.

She called you to consult on one of her thrillers

about two years ago.

Yes.

Yeah, that's true.

I didn't mention it because-

Because you started sleeping with her.

But it stopped.

I should have told you except-

You didn't want me to learn that the day after

you were in the hotel with Agatha

eating avocado toast and brie her husband was murdered.

I didn't know.

Which part?

That he beat her?

Cheated on her?

See, I think she told you that afternoon.

Told you because she was afraid he would find out

about the two of you and kill her.

But instead you killed him.

No, that's-

A crime of passion.

Just like her best-seller.

And just like she's doing with this novel.

No.

Emily, that's not it.

If you didn't have anything to hide

you would have disclosed it right away.

I should have.

I should have told you, but... just listen to yourself,

Emily.

What does this have to do with Sarah and her abduction?

My guess is you conspired with Agatha to re-launch her career.

That's crazy.

What's crazy is the payoff I found in Jack's apartment,

with a note from Agatha saying that she paid him to help

with Sarah's abduction.

And the money was in a police evidence bag

that had your fingerprints all over it.

How do you explain that?

Good job, Agatha.

You know the routine.

You're under arrest for the murders of Scott Sayers,

Max Finkel, Jack Himble, and the abduction of Sarah Sayers.

What do you have to say for yourself, Rog?

You got it wrong.

You've got it all wrong.

Sarah?

Sarah, can you hear me?

Mom?

Mom, I'm in here!

I- I didn't mean to hurt her.

Honey.

Mom!

It was my mother.

She's not as good a writer as you.

She made it go all fuzzy and...

It's ok, Stephen.

Everything's gonna be ok.

You've been a perfect Apollo.

But now it's time for the story to end, right?

It's time for Sarah to be rescued.

That's-that's not in the pages.

That's not what happens in the book.

But it will be.

Because we can't- we can't let her-

let Sarah die, right?

Yeah, yes.

Apollo's not a killer yet.

It's ok.

It's ok.

This was, after all, the last chapter of Apollo's origin.

I'm coming on.

I'm just reading.

Just reading.

The woman that came to rescue Sarah was devious and sly.

It's ok.

We have to get out of here.

She threw tricks at Apollo, thought he wouldn't know.

Sylvia!

You can't run!

He wouldn't know that they were just moments away from the end.

Come on, come on, we're going to make it out of here, okay?

It's going to be okay.

Sylvia!

You can't hide from me!

The end of them and the beginning of him.

We have to get out of here.

It's going to be okay.

This isn't how this story ends, Stephen.

Yes, it is.

It's in the pages.

The book has to be finished.

Ok, um, why-why don't we finish it together?

You and me, ok?

But let Sarah go.

Ok?

Just let her go.

She does not need us for this.

Sweetheart, run.

Run.

Go.

Go.

I'm not leaving you!

I'm right behind you.

I promise.

I'm behind you, ok?

Mom.

Just go.

Go.

And so Apollo became the man his mother destined him to be.

And she met her maker.

Do or Die.

It's a page-turner, indeed.

So yes, get me the latest and greatest as soon as you can.

Bravo, darling.

Bravo.

Thank you, Deborah.

I can't tell you how happy I am that you recognize

that I was the brains behind her madness.

Well, I'm an agent.

And for me it's all about the product.

And you, my dear, you can write.

At the end of the day that's the bottom line.

So kind of Agatha to take care of me,

don't you think?

In her will.

To make sure that my son and I were provided for.

Yes.

Of course.

You're very lucky, indeed.

Thanks for stopping by, Deborah.

I'm sure you'll get Caroline's draft when it's completed.

They'll buzz you on the way out.

Of course.

We'll talk soon.

How's it going, mom?

Pretty good.

I think.

Harlequin romance novelist.

Who would have thought?

Well, not me.

That's for sure.

Yeah.

Yeah, thanks for the update, Emily.

So?

Still the same.

She thinks you're gone and that she's at a resort, maybe?

Apparently you made sure she was taken care of.

And Stephen?

He's still not talking.

Just mumbles words from Agatha's books.

Honestly, the two of them are gonna be in psych wards

for the rest of their lives.

Well, I'm just happy it's not a killer ending.