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I don't want to play this game anymore.

This game is not fun!

Where did you go? I'm scared.

Come on. Don't you wanna play my games?

- No. - Well, too bad.

'Cause no one's here to save you.

Where's my mommy?

She went shoppin' and left me to take care of you.

So now you have to play my games.

- No, I don't! - Yes, you do!

- No. No. - Come on. Come on.

- Let's go. Stop stalling. - Where are you taking me?

Don't worry about where I'm takin' you.

- I want my mommy. - Stop cryin' for your mommy.

No, no, no.

God, does this town get smaller every time we leave? Watch out.

Yeah.

- Mom, I'm hungry. - Okay, yeah.

I know, but grandma's making dinner,

so we're gonna have just a little snack.

- A snack, Preston, okay? - Okay.

Mommy used to come here all the time.

They have the best croissant.

What's a qua.. Wait, what?

It's a French pastry.

I have no idea what you're talking about.

Preston, one. One thing, okay?

- Hi. - Hi. Um, can I have a latte?

Is that Jamie Mayfield?

Oh, my God! Bonnie? Hi.

You didn't tell me you were comin' to visit!

Oh, yeah, it wasn't really a-a planned visit.

It was just... You, wow! You look amazing.

Oh, you're so sweet.

Lookin' decent is a full-time job these days.

- We're not 16 anymore. - Oh, don't I know it?

- And... Oh, my God. - Oh, Preston. Yeah, Preston.

Hey, do you remember... Bonnie?

Nope.

I'm sorry. We're, we're workin' on manners.

Oh!

Which is obviously going really well.

Preston? Preston, hey!

No.

Come here.

You have gotten so big, Preston.

You're the big man on campus, huh?

So, what's on the agenda?

Oh, um, nothing really...

Oh, my God. We need to get the girls together.

Gonna be so excited you're in town!

Ah, yeah.

Yeah, I'll organize it. How's tomorrow?

- Tomorrow's great. - Amazing.

It's been too long.

So write it down, the men can just go smoke cigars

or watch baseball, whatever it is they do.

Um, my husband's actually not here.

Oh. Are you two...

Oh, it's just a, just another long story.

Oh. Okay. Well, um...

I'm so sorry. I should probably deal with...

Oh, no, no, no, no. Go ahead. I gotta run.

- Yeah. Yeah. - See you tomorrow? Yes?

Yeah.

- Mwah. - Okay.

See you, Miss Northern California.

Oh. Thank you. Lovely to see you, Bonnie.

Good to see you, too.

I am truly sorry for that.

I will take this and the 17 cupcakes.

- Heh, okay. - Sure, just...

- There you go. - Thank you.

Yeah, have a great day.

Preston. Ugh...

Oh!

- I'm so sorry. - It's okay.

No, it's not. It's all over you.

Let me get you some napkins. I'm so sorry.

- That funny? - Yes.

Yeah, I guess it kinda is.

- Here you go. - No, it's okay, um...

- And again, I... - Uh...

No, no. Can-can we get her another coffee?

No, look, I was standing too close.

- Honestly, it's my fault. - No, no. No.

Who are you?

Whit. Who are you?

Preston with the chips, the movie.

Nice to meet you, Preston with the chips,

the movie.

Hey, you like baseball?

I love baseball.

I was a pitcher in college, actually.

You were? Well, he was a pitcher in college!

- Oh! Yeah. Here. - Isn't that cool?

- Well, thank you. - Of course.

Hey, sweetie, we gotta go, okay,

because grandma's expecting us, so...

- Thank you again. - Yeah.

Hey, um, my name's Whit, by the way.

Oh. Um, Jamie.

Spiller of coffee,

mother of monster.

And beauty queen.

I-I heard y-y-your friend say that

you were Miss Northern California.

Yes.

Not for a long time.

I actually don't really like to talk about it.

It's kind of a weird curse.

Okay, so we're gonna go.

Uh, it was really nice to meet you.

- Oh? For, for me? - Again.

- Thank you, yeah. - That's on us.

Yeah. Got it.

- Okay, Preston. - Bye, stranger!

- See you again? - Yeah, I hope so.

Okay.

Buckle up!

Here we are.

- Here they are! - Grandma!

- Hey! - Hey, buddy!

- Look at you! Oh, that hair! - Look how much you've grown!

You got big like grandpa.

- Hey, buddy! - Hi, sweetheart.

Look how big you are! My God!

- Hey, honey. - Hi, Daddy.

I made your favorites. Macaroni and cheese, chocolate milk.

Oh, you hear that, Preston?

- I'm not hungry, I... - Yup.

- Yup, yup. - Come on in.

Don't let grandma hear you say that.

- Let's eat. - I ate chips.

Hey, what do you say we take your backpack up to your room?

I've got some presents for you.

- So glad you're here. - Yay, presents!

It's like a time capsule in here.

Well, I know better than to touch your things.

Everyone is gonna be so happy to see you.

Do you know how long you're stayin'?

I don't really...

You know, stay as long as you'd like and...

Well, us Mayfield girls, we survive.

Well, Casey's downstairs.

So why don't you wash up and supper'll be ready in 15?

I'm gonna eat you!

You ready to eat, kiddo?

I'm not hungry.

Oh? Hm...

Well, grandma made all this food and we have to eat it, so...

Come on.

Three bites?

Five bites.

Fine.

Well, when is daddy coming?

- I don't know yet, sweetie. - When are we going home?

Well, we're actually gonna stay here at grandma and grandpa's

for a few days, okay,

while mommy and daddy work through some stuff.

What stuff?

Boring grown-up stuff. Ugh!

But it's, it's fun to be back here, isn't it?

It's kinda nice to be in a big house.

Okay. Come on, five bites.

And then you can come and play more, okay?

- Watch out for the ghost! - Where?

Has anybody seen my really little nephew Preston anywhere?

Oh!

Where is he? You couldn't be him, you're too big.

Mm, I ate him.

Oh, you did?

Go see your grandma.

- Hi. - Hey.

Mm...

How you doin'?

I'm all right, for a scorned woman.

Should we kill him?

Nah.

Well, are you sure?

Maybe his girlfriend.

Just say the word.

No. It'll never last.

Yeah, that is true.

And I mean, I'm, I'm really sorry it happened.

But selfishly I'm kinda glad you're here.

Yeah, there's no place like home

to lick your wounds.

Or plot murder.

And then he goes, "Mr. Caroway,

you can take your triflin' business with you

back to Texas 'cause here in Wine Country

we've got standards!"

That is not what I said!

That is exactly what you said, Daddy.

Heh. You could be in a sorority with all that pettiness.

I'd be a great sorority sister.

Hey!

What do you say when you're done?

May I be excused?

Yes, you may.

Yes! Video games!

So how you doin', kid? How you feelin'?

- I'm fine. - Yeah.

How's Rick?

I don't really know.

Well, maybe you guys just need to talk it out.

You know, find some common ground.

Yeah, we tried that. Just wasn't working out.

Well, marriage is hard work, honey.

- Ask your mother. - Dad.

I'm just saying, Preston has only

one father in this world.

Okay, can we not, please?

I've been here for five minutes.

I know, I just don't want you to throw in the towel

because you hit a little bump in the road.

He cheated.

Did what?

Yeah, with his assistant.

I'm so... I'm sorry, Jamie.

I'm sorry, that was a big mistake on his part.

Yeah, it is. It's a big mistake.

Well...

Yeah, you, you just tell him that you forgive him.

Tell him that you forgive him, and I'm sure

he'll come running back with his tail between...

Dad, stop!

- Just stop. - What?

I just mean...

to forgive is divine.

- Oh, my God! - Jamie...

- Everybody makes mistakes. - No, I'm done, I'm done!

Everybody makes mistakes, Jamie!

- Jamie? - Dad?

Jamie?

Seriously?

Jamie?

Jamie?

Dad?

- Daddy! Dad! - Jamie, what is it?

Jamie? What?

There's somebody out there. There's somebody out there.

- What? Where? - There's a man outside!

- Look! Look, there's a man. - Where?

- Where? - Th...

- Where am I looking? - There was a...

- I swear there was a guy. - Okay.

Look, Jamie, Jamie, honey.

Here you are. It's okay.

It's okay. Shh... It's okay.

You are safe here, I promise.

- I'm sorry. - No, don't be sorry.

Okay. Come on. Let's get you in bed.

And you can sleep in

because your mom and I will take care of Preston.

- No sugary cereals, right? - Of course not.

Jamie, I'm sorry about tonight.

It was insensitive and selfish.

Thanks, Daddy.

All right.

Get some sleep, it's late.

- Goodnight. - Goodnight.

Hi.

- Mind if I join you? - Come on.

Well, you're up late.

Don't sleep too much these days.

You okay?

Yeah. Just had a bad dream.

You still have those, huh?

So what do you wanna do while you're here?

Well, tomorrow I'm having breakfast

with some old girlfriends.

Oh. Well...

I would like to have my time with you.

And so would your sister.

Yeah?

She misses you.

She always seems so busy with her company and everything.

Honey, you two used to be so close.

- Like two peas in a pod. - Two peas in a pod.

Yes.

I just don't want you two to have a strained relationship

like my sisters and I.

Competitive and petty.

Going years without speaking.

You know, it's sad, really.

Most important thing is kin, you know?

You could give Aunt Maddy and Auntie Loretta a call.

No.

No, no, no. No.

They can call me.

- Oh, my God. I am so sorry. - Oh, man.

You know, I wouldn't drink out of these if I were you.

Oh, yeah, I wasn't, I...

Oh, no, not you.

No, I just mean that it's the second time in two days

that I have made myself look like a walking disaster.

No, no! It was an accident, come on.

Uh, these things are made with Bisphenol A and Phthalates.

Big Industry created things to cause cancer, birth defects.

- You name it. - Oh.

Well, I was not actually going to buy one of those,

but that is very good information, so thank you.

Uh, where are you headed?

Uh, just down the street.

I'm gonna catch up with some old high-school friends.

Mind if I walk with you?

No, not at all.

Great.

So what brings you into town?

I grew up here...

and I'm just visiting parents.

Well, welcome back.

- Uh, where are you from? - San Francisco.

Oh, I love San Francisco. I have family there.

My parents, they used to take us to, uh,

The Cameo to see old movies.

- I love The Cameo. - Yeah, it's great.

So, uh, what brings you here?

I'm getting my law degree at Berkeley.

I took a few years off, traveled around...

International man.

- Where to? - All over.

I had a goal, I wanted to hit all seven continents in a year.

- Did you make your goal? - I did.

Wow!

So what was your favorite place to go visit?

Africa. It's incredible.

Tanzania, Morocco, Namibia.

Yeah, Africa would be amazing.

It is.

- But there's no place like home. - Yeah.

You know, Jamie, you know, I was worried

I wasn't gonna see you again and I don't want to leave it up

to chance a second time, I apologize if this is forward,

but I would love to take you out to dinner.

- Oh, um... - I know this great steakhouse.

Coleman's?

Right. You grew up here.

Yeah.

Sure.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

This is me.

Okay, uh, how about Friday at 7 p.m.?

- That sounds good. - Great. It's a date.

O-or d-dinner, whatever.

Can I pick you up?

Yeah, my parents...

Uh, it's the big blue house at Euclid and 15th.

Come on.

Be careful of those girls.

My old high-school friends?

Yeah. Old friends can be so catty.

Ugh! Tell me about it.

Are you kidding?

If Margie were to leave,

my husband just wouldn't eat.

He'd die before he'd figure out

how to bake a chicken.

I'll have you know, I taught Marcus well.

He knows how to boil an egg.

So spill it, Jamie. Tell us everything.

So after Berkeley, you guys moved to Albuquerque...

Oh, my God, I, when I heard, I said there's no way

Ms. Jamie Mayfield last a year in the desert.

Why would you say that?

Just because... Come on.

You're the queen of California.

There's nothing for you in dusty New Mexico.

Well, it's not that bad.

We all thought you'd move to Hollywood

and be this big movie star.

Marry a ball player at the very least!

You know, I moved to Albuquerque for him and he just...

It was like he was never happy, you know,

I never felt like I was enough.

Oh, I completely understand

about not feeling appreciated, et cetera...

You know, sometimes I just need to cuddle.

- What, Barry doesn't cuddle? - All right.

Um, I understand

if you don't wanna talk about it, no pressure.

But what's going on with Rick?

- Um, we're getting a divorce. - Aww!

Yeah, it's just not working out.

He was having an affair with his 21-year-old assistant.

- What? - Who does he think he is?

- Does he know who you are? - Apparently...

I'm not much of anybody.

Okay, you are Jamie freakin' Mayfields.

That's right. Good riddance!

Well, good, then let's find Jamie Mayfield a real man.

I got the perfect man for you. He's gorgeous, rich...

Oh, no, you need to meet my doctor.

I cannot believe he's still single.

I mean, if I were still single, I'd be faking an illness

every other week.

Who are you going out with tonight?

I told you, mama. I met him at the coffee shop.

Well, does he have a name?

- Yes, Guy From Coffee Shop. - Oh...

Preston, come say goodnight to your mama!

Oh, hello, mama. Yeah, you still got it.

- Oh, yeah? Thank you. - Yeah, you look great.

Thanks.

Preston?

Someone's coming down the driveway.

Oh, great. Must be him.

Mm...

- Oh. - Oh.

- Good Lord, child. - Preston.

- What have you gotten into? - Hah.

I told you, no sugar after five o'clock.

- No wonder he can't sleep. - Come here. Oh, my God.

But my bedtime's, like, I don't know...

- Like 9:00? - In, like, an hour?

Yeah.

Hey. I love you.

Be good. Yeah?

So is he gonna come inside,

meet your parents like a gentleman?

Hm, no, 'cause I'm not 16 anymore, Daddy.

Oh.

Okay. Love you, guys. Goodnight!

- You two be careful. - Be safe!

Bye!

Hey. You look great.

Oh! Thanks.

Gentleman.

Go, go, go!

I don't like him.

Come on now, you don't even know him.

Jamie said he was a polite gentleman.

And so there I was, I was swimming,

relaxing in the Orinoco River,

when I noticed this group of people on the shore.

They're-they're waving their hands, and trying to signal me

and they're screaming, and I'm thinking,

"What's-what's happenin' here?"

And then I feel it, small sharp bites.

What? Like, jellyfish?

No, I wish! Piranhas!

I swam into the middle of a feeding frenzy.

- No! What did you do? - I swam back as fast as I could.

Screaming the entire way.

- Oh, thank you. - You're welcome.

- Excuse me? - Yes?

Um, can, can we get another set of glasses, please?

- Certainly. - Hand-washed, preferably.

If it's not too much of a hassle.

Right away, sir.

The majority of restaurant dishwashers contain Exophiala.

It's linked to all sorts of lung and skin problems and...

Uh, I'm coming off crazy, aren't I?

No, you're fine.

Normally, I'm not this much of a germaphobe,

but I'd just feel terrible if you got sick on my watch.

Well, I really appreciate that.

I have been talking about myself this entire time...

I love your stories, though. That's like...

It's like listening to an adventure novel on tape.

Robinson Crusoe or something.

No, no, no. Please, tell me about yourself.

Uh, uh, what's it like bein' back home?

It's... interesting.

I feel like I'm back in high school,

although I'm obviously not back in high school.

What were you like back then?

Um, well, the first couple of years

I was really social. I did pageants.

And the second couple of years?

- Those were different. - Well...

- Hand washed. - Thanks.

I feel like there's a story here.

Yeah, I'm gonna need all the wine.

Why am I gonna tell you this?

Oh, man. Why am I smiling? It's really not funny.

Um...

Um, okay, so...

after I won Miss Northern California...

I had to do all these appearances and events.

I-I started noticing that this one guy

would just show up to all of them.

And then I started seeing him, um, outside of school

and at the gym...

And then, eventually, outside my home.

My parents thought that I was making it up,

um, until he started sending me stuff in the mail,

like gifts and letters.

It started off innocent at first, I guess,

but, um, it got really...

really scary.

Anyway, my parents finally got it,

and, uh, we filed a restraining order

and that was it.

But I couldn't help feeling, um,

you know, exposed.

What happened to him, the stalker?

He was murdered.

Murdered?

I guess he got what he deserved.

Yeah, I don't know if he deserved to die,

but, um, I'd be lying if I said

I didn't wish that upon him sometimes.

Are you okay?

Yeah. Yeah. Uh...

Sorry.

Oh, no, um...

Maybe let's move on, talk about something else.

Of course, so...

Where were you before you were here?

Mm, Albuquerque.

What brought you there?

My, uh, my husband.

I'm sorry for the bomb drop.

Do I look phased?

No. You don't.

But for the record, we are separated, hence.

His loss, my gain.

So what about you? You ever been married?

I was close. Engaged.

Oh, my God, that is so loud.

I'm so sorry, I thought I turned that off.

It was him, wasn't it?

It's all right.

What do you say we get out of here

and go someplace more private?

I say that's a good idea.

Check, please.

It's beautiful up here, isn't it?

It is, yeah, I used to come here as a kid.

Yeah, but it's been a while

'cause, you know, well, as I...

Very well. Here we are.

The view is beautiful.

I want to thank you for being so open with me earlier.

About your past.

I'm sure that wasn't easy.

Well, I think honesty is really important.

So do I.

Uh, Jamie, uh...

I have to tell you something.

I'm just...

I'm just a little nervous.

Well, it's okay. You can trust me.

I wasn't traveling for pleasure all those years.

Okay.

I was in the CIA.

Whoa!

Really?

- Are you still? - No, no.

About a year ago I told them I wanted out.

You know, I just wanted to get my law degree,

I wanted to start my life over again. I just...

And they, you know, they let me, that just did not happen.

They're monitoring me, Jamie.

When you become an agent, you,

you learn sensitive information.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry I wasn't honest with you.

It's just, when I met you, I, I felt this-this, this pull

that I haven't felt in a really long time.

I understand if this freaks you out.

No. No, it doesn't.

You make me feel safe.

Jamie.

- Rick, what are you doing here? - Where have you been?

I've been calling you. I left you a million messages.

How did you even get in here?

- Your father let me in. - Oh, my God.

Of course he did.

Jamie, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

How many times do I have to say it for everything?

Okay, but Preston is my son.

You don't have the right to keep him from me.

I'm not trying to keep P-Preston from you.

I-I just need space to think.

I know that you think that I left you, but I didn't.

The truth is, you left me years ago, you did.

Maybe not physically, but emotionally.

Okay, wow. So this is my fault?

I mean, most days I was convinced

that you didn't even like me,

let alone respect me and hear me

out on this, so why bother, right?

Okay, so you sleep with your assistant

because that's the best way to earn my respect.

I did not sleep with my assistant.

Rick, you are lying!

Jamie, you have to believe me.

- I have proof! - You have proof?

- Yeah! Yes! - Really?

Okay, well, show me the proof,

because it didn't happen,

so you can't.

- Okay. Really? You're done? - Yes!

Please go.

Why did you let Rick inside?

What would you have wanted us to do, Jamie?

Um, stay out of it, Dad.

I can take care of my own problems.

Sweetheart, your father was just trying to help.

- Goodnight. - I should get going, too.

I think you should go talk to her.

Mom, she needs time. Okay?

She found out her husband's cheating on her

and she's been here, like, a week.

- So, give her some space. - She's gonna be okay, honey.

Maybe they just really need some time apart.

No, Dad, she's better off alone

than with a cheatin' husband. Okay?

All I'm saying is I hope he comes back a changed man.

Daddy, once a cheater, always a cheater.

Mom, tell him.

Well...

Hey, one of you finish that bottle of wine, okay?

It's a nice one, I opened it, sorry.

- Hey. - Oh!

Aw...

- Thank you for coming. - Of course.

Ah. I just...

I needed to get out of that house.

Yeah? You okay? You seem stressed.

It's stuff with my husband. My ex.

Hey, whatever happened to your ex,

the one you were engaged to?

Oh. Well, that's a long story.

Basically, she didn't support the work I was doing.

She wanted a normal life, which is understandable,

but at that point it wasn't something I could give her.

So what's goin' on with your ex?

When you dropped me off yesterday,

he was there waiting for me.

He claims he didn't cheat.

- You have proof though, right? - Yes.

Then what's wrong?

I'm worried that he might go for full custody of Preston.

You're his mother. A judge will always decide in your favor.

Nope, the truth is,

if we went to court, he might win.

Why? Why would he win?

Because I don't have a job.

He owns the business, he owns the house, I mean, on paper

he may look like a much more fit parent than I do.

What's on paper isn't everything.

I... You know, I'm...

I feel like I'm crumbling

under all the pressure, I...

I feel like I'm failing as a mother.

Jamie, I know we've only

known each other for a little bit,

but Preston is lucky

to have a mother like you.

I'm trying. I am trying to be level-headed about it.

But I just keep thinking about how he brought

that woman around Preston.

- That's confusing for a child. - It is, yeah.

But it's not all about Preston.

I mean, if I'm being honest,

it's also about my bruised ego.

Or heart. Or both.

- What's his name? - Rick.

Richard Thompson.

Well, mind if I do a little checking of my own?

Yeah, that's fine, just don't tell me

if you find out about other women, okay?

I won't.

Jamie, I care about you.

A lot.

I won't let anything happen to you.

What's wrong?

- Nothing. - Then don't stop.

Mm, I'm sorry. I'm just so worried about Preston.

Of course. He's your number-one priority.

That says a lot about you.

Well, thank you for understanding.

Um, can I see you again soon?

The sooner the better.

Okay, then, I'll call you.

- Yes? Inquiry department. - Yeah.

Oh, we just want to confirm the name.

- Name is Richard Thompson. - Richard Thompson of Sonoma?

- Yup. - Affirmative.

You'll need level-two clearance to enter database.

Okay, thanks.

Jamie?

Ah, you're gonna hurt his back.

All right. Time to go in.

- I'll come back. - Aw...

You come on!

That boy is gonna kill me.

Not if the heat kills you first!

- Oh! Thank you. - Grandma, come on!

- Come on! - Come on, you're no fun!

Mm...

You've been spending a lot of time with that young man.

Well...

He is smart, interesting...

and really honest, for a change.

Honest is good.

I don't know, there's something really familiar about him.

Like I've known him my whole life or something.

I know that sounds cliche.

No, it all sounds good.

I just hope you know that...

You don't have to rush it, Jamie.

Okay.

- You sure? - Oh, I'm sure.

Grandma! Grandma, come on!

- Mm. - Not fun without you!

- I'm back in. - Come on, come on!

Hey.

Hi.

Something wrong?

I just, I feel like I've been here before.

- Is this a family home? - No.

No. I-I mean, it's not mine.

I bought this about a year ago

from this old lady

just before she passed.

I don't know, maybe your parents knew her

and they brought you here when you were little.

Yeah, maybe that's it.

Yeah, it needs some work, but I'm, I'm gettin' around to it.

Come inside.

I'm happy to see you.

Happy to see you, too.

I was just finishing something up.

- I'll be right back. - Uh-huh.

You said you had something you wanted to talk to me about.

I've been doing some research and I found

some really disturbing information.

- About your ex. - About Rick?

He's gonna try and take your son.

He's gonna go for full custody?

You mean he's gonna take me to court.

No, Jamie, he's going to try and kidnap Preston.

- What? No, Rick would never... - Just think about it.

You think he's gonna win in court? He-he's cheated on you.

He's ruined your family.

There's no way he's gonna

be able to win.

How? How would he even...

Lauren. She's connected to Mexican drug cartels.

Well, these people, they make entire bus loads of children

disappear.

Okay, wait. Wait. Wait-wait...

No. This... Where, where are you getting this...

I have my sources, I-I can't

tell you anymore, but they're reliable.

Listen, I promise, Jamie, I'm not gonna

let anything happen to Preston, okay?

Trust me.

I just need you to be aware

of anyone suspicious following you.

Oh, my God! The man. Outside my window.

I knew I saw someone.

I-I saw someone. I could feel it!

- What man? When? - A-a few days ago.

There was someone there. And then last night...

That makes sense. They're probably already watching you.

Jamie, you are in so much danger right now.

- I gotta go. I gotta go. - I'll protect you, both of you.

You and Preston are my number-one priority.

Listen to me, you need to be careful who you speak to

and who you trust around Preston.

- Can you do that? - Uh-huh.

And beware of any connected device.

Smart TVs, phones, cars...

They can all be used as surveillance tools to track you,

to spy on you.

- I have to go. - It's okay.

- Jamie? - Where's Preston?

- Upstairs. - Are you sure?

- Well, yeah, I just came down. - Okay.

- Where were you? - Out.

Well, Preston was asking "Where's mommy?" all day.

Okay, could you do me a favor?

Could you make sure that Preston

doesn't watch TV for a while?

- Is he punished? - No.

I just don't know what the TVs are hooked up to.

- They could be monitoring us. - Moni...

- Who is "they?" - Just please.

Stop letting him watch TV.

Okay, Jamie, okay.

Thank you.

What is going on with you?

Don't you think it was weird

that that man always knew where I was?

Where and when I would be there.

Man?

Jamie, you're safe here. That was years ago.

How do you know that we're safe?

Okay. You need to talk to me.

What has happened? I have never seen you act like this.

Act like what?

Taking initiative, all on my own.

Being proactive about our safety.

- What? - I heard you.

Talking about me, last night.

We love you and we are worried.

And I have never seen you so upset.

And I think that you need to talk to a therapist.

Okay, I'm going upstairs.

Jamie, I am talking to you.

No, you're talking at me.

And, look, I'm sorry that I did not tell you

where I was going or when I would be back,

but I am an adult.

And if you can't take care of Preston

the way that I would like you to take care of him

when I am gone, then we will go somewhere else.

- Yes, we can. - Okay. Thank you.

Hey.

Um, mama,

grandma won't let me watch TV.

Good.

I'm bored.

Only boring kids are bored.

Ah...

Mom, there's someone outside.

Preston, get away from the window.

It's just grandpa.

Okay.

Hey, you wanna play hide and seek?

Yeah, and I'm definitely gonna find you.

No, you won't. It might take years.

- Maybe centuries. - Mm!

You've never been up here.

This is the best place to play hide and seek.

- So... - Yeah.

Whoa!

- It's so big! - Pretty cool, huh?

Whoa-ho!

This thing really turns. Uh...

- You're gonna hide or what? - Yeah.

One...

two...

three...

four...

five...

six...

Six...

- Seven... - Seven...

Eight, nine,

ten, eleven,

twelve...

Fourteen, fifteen,

sixteen, seventeen,

eighteen, nineteen...

I don't wanna play this game anymore.

This game is not fun.

Preston?

Come out, come out, wherever you are.

Where are you hiding?

Preston?

I'm gonna find you.

Preston?

Preston, we're not supposed to be down here.

- It's not part of the game. - Cool.

- Cool! - That is cool, buddy.

- That is... - No!

I'm taking that. I love these things!

...grandpa. You better hold on.

Get your hands off of my son!

- Jamie... - Okay.

Hey, buddy, why don't you go upstairs and play in your room?

- I'll be up in a little bit. - No, you won't.

- Okay, come on, Preston. - It's okay.

Come on, grandma has something

she wants you to do for her.

I want you to run upstairs

and get my sweater for me.

You can't keep my son away from me.

Did you think I wasn't gonna find out, Rick?

About your plan? Having people follow us?

- What? - What were you going to do?

Take him by force?

It is never going to happen. Do you understand me?

- What are you talking about? - Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Jamie, Jamie, calm down, okay?

Rick just wanted to see his son. Calm down.

No, I'm not gonna calm down.

You don't know what I know about him.

- What? What do you know? - He's having people spy on us.

Go ahead, tell 'em!

I saw him. I saw him outside the window.

Jamie, dad went out and looked.

Jamie, honey, there was nobody out there.

- No one was out there. - Jamie...

Just listen to yourself. Okay, stop.

None of this is true.

I love you.

You don't believe me?

None of you believe me?

Stay the hell away from me and my son.

- He's my son, too! - Jamie! Jamie!

Jamie!

We'll talk to her. We will, we'll talk to her.

I-I don't know what to tell you, Rick.

I've never seen her like this.

- Mom? - Preston.

I need you to go grab your backpack, okay?

We're leaving.

- Why? - Because I said so!

- Can I stay with daddy? - No.

- Absolutely not. - Please?

Preston! Please, go get your backpack!

- You guys are crazy. - Let us talk to her.

She is, she's going through a really rough time right now.

I get it. I do, okay? I get it.

But... she's so angry.

- I know. - Gosh, I wonder why that is.

I did not cheat on her. I didn't.

Oh, my goodness...

I'm going after her.

Oh, man.

They were looking at me like I was...

crazy.

I feel like I am going crazy.

You're not crazy.

That word is offensive.

Well, it's just that...

Now that we know the truth,

I'm beginning to realize how, how vulnerable we are,

how easy it is to find us.

And I...

You did the right thing coming here.

You're safe here. You're safe here with me.

And I'm glad you're here.

Over here!

You're never gonna catch me!

Good throw.

Come on, Jamie, I'm on your side always.

You gotta talk to me.

Listen. I have bad news to share. So call me back.

Let me know where you're staying, okay?

I love you. Call me, please.

- Over here! - Whoa! Up!

- You want it? You want it? - Come back.

- I want it. - What? Yeah?

- Cool. - Yeah.

- How's Preston? - He's fine.

Hey, Jamie, come on.

Well, don't shut me out.

Don't be a Mayfield.

Look. I know you're mad.

I know that it, it seems like we were consorting with the enemy,

but I will hate Rick with you, okay? Done. Hate him.

But you gotta talk to me.

I found out some information about him.

Bad stuff.

What?

I can... I can't. I can't talk about it.

Jamie, did he hit you?

- No. - Did he hit Preston?

Because you said something about him taking Preston by force.

No. I just... Look, I can't get into it right now, okay?

I'm on your side, Jamie, okay,

even if mom and dad are trying to be all nice-y nice.

It's just 'cause they don't like drama, you know that.

We have to protect Preston, okay?

Always.

What did you wanna tell me about?

Um...

Jamie, I have some bad news.

Auntie Loretta died yesterday.

Oh...

- Oh, no. - I know.

- How's mom? - Being very mom-like.

Taking over all the arrangements so she doesn't have to sit down

and actually deal with it for a minute.

They're having the memorial at her house...

and you need to be there.

And I know it's bad timing, okay?

One family drama at a time would obviously be preferable,

but, well, I do think death is the trump card.

Yeah.

Ha! Bummer times!

Now that I wanna eat five gallons of ice cream...

Tell me something good. Tell me, tell me about this new guy.

Spill the tea.

Oh, um...

He's wonderful.

Brilliant.

He's traveled the world.

He's studying law at Berkeley.

Oh! Wow! Law at Berkeley!

Here you go, babe.

- I don't like green beans. - Mm, nice try.

Where did these green beans come from?

Uh, the grocery store.

- What section? - The frozen foods.

There was a listeriosis bacteria outbreak in Europe.

Because of frozen vegetables, nine people died last week.

- Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't know. - Yeah, it's okay.

We just, we just need to be more careful.

There's, there's all sorts of risks

associated with processed foods.

Right.

So, I, um...

I met with Casey today.

We got some bad news.

- My Aunt Loretta passed away. - Oh, no.

- Who? - Your Great-aunt Loretta.

You were really young when you met her,

you probably don't remember.

But she loved you.

- I'm sorry, Jamie. - Yeah, thanks.

And tomorrow is the memorial service at my parents' house.

- So I've gotta go. - I'll come with you.

- Really? - It's, it's a known location.

I need to make sure it's safe.

Okay.

I-is there any proof that your-your aunt passed away?

Oh, I, I don't know.

Because maybe Casey came up with this idea

to get you to talk, preying on your sympathy.

No.

No, Casey would never lie about something like that.

If there's anything that I know is that you can never

really know a person.

People will surprise you sometimes.

Right, and I agree with you, but Casey

has always been my ally.

She was the only one who believed me when...

Okay. Yeah, if-if you think it's...

If you think it's legitimate, then we'll go.

Yeah. Thanks.

Where's grandma and grandpa?

- Inside. - Inside.

You sure you're ready for this?

Yeah. Yeah, I wanna support you.

- Jamie, let's get in and out. - Ah, yeah.

I told her he was welcome to come.

- There's grandpa. - Grandpa!

Hey, buddy.

Oh, you're getting so heavy.

- You wanna go get a sandwich? - Yeah.

All right.

- Hi, can I take that for you? - Oh.

Thanks.

Okay, you stay in here.

I'm gonna go check out the other rooms.

- Okay. - Yeah.

Jamie!

- Oh, I can't believe it. - Oh, Aunt Maddy.

I'm so sorry.

Hey, have you seen my mom?

Yeah, baby, just right in here. Come on.

- Okay. - Look at you.

You're a full-grown woman.

My gosh, I barely recognized you.

- Thank Marlene for that. - Oh, yeah.

- I know. Oh, there she is. - Oh.

Hi, sweetheart. Thank you for coming.

Hi, Mom. Of course.

So...

My son's here. I haven't seen him in a while.

- Let's go say hi. - I suppose we should.

Oh, my God, I'm so glad you're here.

How is she doing?

I don't know. Ask me tonight when everyone's gone.

Yeah, right.

Oh. So I brought him.

- Who? - The guy.

- Him? Yes! - Yeah.

Oh, my God!

Whit?

Little Whittie?

- Hey, Casey! - This is fantastic.

You know, you guys haven't seen each other

since you were kids.

Excuse me.

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

Whit, let's go say hi to your father.

Give me a minute.

Where did your sister go?

I have no idea.

I cannot believe that Whit showed up.

- Yeah. Never seen him in... - Twelve years.

Um, would you help me find your Aunt Annabelle?

I know she's here.

Yeah.

No, no, no, no, no.

- No. Whit! - Hey.

- Calm down, calm down. - This is a joke, right?

- Please tell me this is a joke! - Jamie...

We're cousins. You're my Cousin Whit.

Whit, Whit my cousin is you.

- We are cousins. - Listen to me.

Oh, my God. Wait, wait.

- Oh, my God. - I love you.

What?

I love you.

Wait! Hold on! You didn't know, right?

No, of course not.

You're not freaked out?

- I guess not. - You guess not?

- We didn't grow up together. - So?

So it's not like you're my sister.

- Our moms are sisters! - Sisters that never speak.

God, is anyone who they claim to be?

- Me! I am! - You're not hearing me.

I am, Jamie. I love you.

And I feel this need to protect you

from anything and everything that could possibly hurt you.

You don't know the things that I know.

Okay. I'm-I... Please, I-I need you to leave.

Okay? Just, just give me a little bit of time to think.

Preston and I will stay here.

I don't think that's a good idea.

We'll be fine.

Just do me a favor.

Sleep in the same bedroom as Preston.

Lock all the doors and windows to the house.

Note any suspicious activity.

Please, please...

Don't hesitate to call me.

Oh. Aunt Maddy, are you okay?

Yeah. I'm good.

It was crazy seeing Whit today.

I haven't seen him since... since forever.

Yeah. Well, I can never keep track of him.

Believe me, I try.

Well, I heard he's, I heard he's in law school.

Is that what he told you?

I doubt that.

Don't get me wrong. He's smart enough. He's brilliant.

He could do so much.

But wasn't, uh, wasn't he travelling this last year?

Abroad?

Casey, Whit doesn't even have a passport.

He was denied one by the State Department.

Thank God.

Denied?

Lord knows I love that boy.

But I don't know what I did wrong.

No.

Tell me, Casey. Tell me what I did wrong.

I mean, I got him the best tutors,

the best therapists, doctors...

because I always knew

he was different from my other boys.

Different how?

He'd fixate, you know,

obsess on things.

He'd lock himself in his room for hours and hours

just reading, you know?

Reading about CIA...

He, he would create whole worlds.

That boy...

he could convince you the sky was purple.

I just didn't know back then there was a name for it.

A name?

Paranoid schizophrenia.

- Paranoid... - Shh!

Don't tell anybody. We're not supposed to tell anybody.

Lord knows we wouldn't wanna bring any shame

on the family, right?

All I ever wanted

was for him to meet a nice girl.

I thought he had.

I mean, he met this lovely girl, Sandy.

You know, she was smart and beautiful

and... just a beauty queen, just like Jamie.

Well, what happened?

I don't know really.

I never know which part of his story is truth

and which part is complete fabrication.

But when he told you a story,

he believed it to his bones.

One minute, "Mom, I met this girl

and we're gonna get married and she's it."

Next minute, there's a restraining order out on him.

He just disappeared.

I haven't seen him for over a year until right now.

Mama. Mama, stop. Why don't you let me do that?

- You just relax. - No, I'm, I'm fine.

Hey, what do you say, you and I

go out on the front porch and sit?

I'm just gonna wrap up the food.

No, mama, I got it. Stop.

Come on, honey.

What's wrong?

What do you think?

Sorry.

Mama, can I watch TV?

No, Preston. I told you, no video games.

Give it to me.

I told him he could play a little bit.

Okay, well, I'm saying no. So the answer's no, okay?

Jamie, I told him he could watch for five minutes

and then he could get ready for bed.

I'm his mother, actually!

Hey, Jamie. Chill.

Mama, five minutes!

What did I just say? I said no.

Please, listen to me and just go up to your room.

Jamie...

it's a video game.

Which I don't want him playing. Okay?

Jamie...

Jamie.

- I can't do this right now. - Jamie, stop.

- Stop! Jamie! - What?

I know.

You know what?

I know that Cousin Whit is the guy from the coffee shop.

- What are you doing? - I didn't know.

- I didn't know. - Okay. Okay. It's okay.

What am I gonna do, Casey?

- What do I do? I... - You end it.

- Yeah, but it just, but he... - He's your cousin.

I know, but... No, you don't understand.

He knows all the stuff, he knows the stuff about Rick

and the cartel and-and then, and then...

- No. No, Jamie, no. - He knows about the man who's...

We're being monitored, okay?

And the electronics, the electronics,

we don't know what they're doing.

No, no, no, no, Jamie!

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

No one has seen or heard from Whit in months.

Not even Aunt Maddy. Do you know why?

- Because he was travelling. - No.

No, Jamie, he doesn't even have a passport.

Whit is sick.

He's been dealing with all sorts of mental health issues.

He has ever since we were kids, don't you remember?

He'd always be away at boarding school.

Okay. Well, it wasn't boarding school.

No, don't answer that.

Jamie, don't answer that.

Hey. Hey, look.

It was a mistake. It's okay.

Jamie. Jamie, you are in danger.

You can't stay there, Jamie.

- Do you understand? Call me... - You see?

He says that I'm in danger here. And I just, I...

No, Jamie, stop, and listen to yourself!

You are so paranoid!

Whit is crazy.

You are safe here. Okay?

You and Preston are safe here. I promise.

Okay.

Ugh! Answer and just tell him you need space.

- Whit? Whit? - Jamie, Jamie!

- Stop. - Don't, don't do this, come on.

- You need my protection. - No, I need you...

- Don't, you don't understand! - Stop, stop.

- Listen. - You're vulnerable there.

This is over, okay? I'm sorry.

- They're coming for you. - I'm sorry. It's over.

They're coming for you.

They're coming for you and Preston.

Whit, I'm sorry, this is over.

I'm sorry.

Come here. Come here. I gotcha.

Jamie! Jamie!

Jamie, d-don't do this.

- What are you doing? - Shut up!

This is all your fault!

No! No, no!

I can't, I can't!

Yes, I can! Yes, I can.

Listen to me.

Listen, Whit. Look, you don't have to do this.

I know who you are.

- I know everything about you. - She's my wife.

- You stay away from her. - She's not your wife.

She's not your wife.

- What's the matter with you? - You think I'm crazy?

Just let me go. Look, let's just talk about this, okay?

Let's just...

She was supposed to be mine.

I've loved her my entire life. You hardly even know her.

It's time for you to go to sleep.

When did this arrive?

Uh, a few days ago.

- While you were sleeping. - And you kept it from me?

Well, you've been a little preoccupied lately, Jamie.

Basically, straight forward, it's divorce paperwork

with joint custody for Preston.

What if this is a diversion?

Why would it be a diversion?

Well, I don't know, but I'm not,

I'm not gonna sign those.

Jamie.

What would be so wrong

with joint custody?

- Are you serious? - Well, yeah.

I mean, part of a divorce is learning how to co-parent.

He's not even demanding sole custody, honey.

Actually, he's not even demanding anything.

He's requesting. And they are reasonable requests.

Okay, well, I want full custody.

Why, Jamie? Why?

Why, because he... It's my job to protect my child.

W-why are you guys fighting me on this?

And you are my child

and part of my job is to protect you.

And right now you are being completely nonsensical.

Don't act like you've always protected me, mama.

Do not.

Okay. Uh, you know what I'm in the mood for?

- Ice cream. - Ice cream!

- Yeah? Let's go get some. - Okay.

- Come on. - No, no, it's...

You know what? It's too dangerous.

- No. Jamie, Jamie. - I don't want him outside.

You gotta calm down. Okay?

Preston needs to get out of here where you guys talk

and we're gonna get some ice cream

and then I'm gonna bring him right back.

Okay, but don't let him out of your sight.

Okay, I won't, I promise.

He's very safe with his Auntie Casey.

I'm tough. Come on. Let's go.

- Bye, Mommy. Love you. - Bye, baby. I love you, too.

Okay.

I just, I need you to be on my side.

Jamie...

we are on your side,

and we are also on Preston's side.

Why do you say that like it's two separate things?

Enough, Jamie. Enough already.

This is why I left home.

What in the world?

- Whit? - Jamie!

- Whit! - Jamie?

Whit, what are you doing?

Where is she? What did you do with her?

What are you talking about, Whit?

If you don't tell me where Jamie is right now,

I will force you to tell me.

Whit!

What the hell is going on here?

You need to tell me where Jamie is right now!

I will not ask you again.

Don't you ever come into my home

and talk to me like that, ever!

I was afraid you were gonna say that, Uncle Boone.

Okay, Whit, you need to calm down.

I wouldn't let you hurt her.

Hurt Jamie?

Oh! Oh! Wait! Boone!

Boone! What did you do, Whit?

- God, Whit, you... - Where is she?

- What have you done? - Come on.

What? Oh, my God!

Daddy? Daddy?

- Oh, my God. Daddy? - Oh!

Mama.

Oh, my God.

Mama! Mama!

Mama? Mama? Mama, are you okay?

- He pushed me down. - Who did?

Whit.

- Whit. - You were right.

Rick manipulated them. They had become threats.

What did you do, Whit?

I love you, Jamie.

How could you do this to us?

I know this is a lot for you. Okay?

I tried to shield you from it.

Hey, Preston, stay here, okay?

- What's happening? - I don't know.

But lock the doors behind me when I get out, okay?

Mm-hmm.

You're sick, Whit.

Did it ever occur to you that maybe you're the crazy ones

and I'm the only sane one in this family?

- Did it? - Whit!

Hey, calm down, Casey.

I don't wanna shoot you, cuz.

I'm not who you think I am, okay?

- Let's just talk this through. - Hey.

Just you and me.

No! Casey? Casey?

Shh! Shh! No. Shh!

Come on. Shh! Shh! Shh! Stop. Stop, Jamie, stop.

- I need to protect you, okay? - Then why are you doing this?

Because sometimes you need a little protection from yourself.

Whit. Whit, you just need help.

Okay? You're hurting me.

You said that same thing in the basement

when you were a little girl.

Don't cry.

Please don't hurt me, Whit.

I won't hurt you,

but stop your crying, Jamie.

Please, let me go. I don't want to play this game anymore.

I said, shut up!

Oh, my God, it's you!

You remember now, don't you?

Get away from me!

Jamie, get the gun.

Rick...

What are you doing here?

Stay back, Whit.

I'm a trained assassin, Rick.

This is a fight you're gonna lose.

Shut up, Whit.

Hey! Hey!

What are you doing?

- Whit... - Come on, Jamie.

- No. Hey. - Stay away from me.

No, no, no. We can leave. We can go away from here.

- Stay back. - We can take Preston.

- No. - No, right now.

- Right now we'll run away. - No.

Please, where no one can hurt you.

- What do you say? - I say...

I'm sick of running.

Rick?

Jamie.

- Are you okay? Did he hurt you? - No.

He's been planning this from months, Jamie.

- I never cheated on you. - I know, I'm sorry.

Where's Preston?

- Preston? - Preston?

- Preston? - Preston?

- Preston? - Preston?

- Preston? - Preston?

- Preston! - Preston!

Preston?

- Oh... - Preston?

Preston?

- Preston! - Mommy! Daddy!

- Oh, buddy. Buddy, come here. - Preston? Preston.

- Oh! - Oh!

Baby, are you okay?

- Where did you go? - I ran and hid.

- Oh. - That's my boy. Attaboy.

Special omelet.

That looks good.

You need to get a proper cutting knife.

All right, this is, this is...

Would you guys stay away...

Step back from the bananas.

- Okay. - That is a butter knife.

- Do we want coffee? - I want coffee.

- Ooh, coffee for me, please. - Okay.

You need to make a fresh pot.

Oh. Hold on, I'm gonna get the door.

- Here you go. - Have some orange juice.

I'm not putting any sugar in this.

- Hi. - Hey.

I really missed you.

I'm so sorry that I didn't believe you.

I will always fight for you and Preston.

I know.

I love you.

I love you.

Breakfast ready, guys.

Oh, yeah, about that.

So Preston's making you breakfast.

Preston's cooking?

- Really? - Yeah, just for dad.

- Who let him do that? - Me.

Okay.

Hey, Preston, dad's here.

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