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- Most little girls grow up playing dress up as princesses

and beauty queens, but few ever get to live that dream out.

For Lacey Vincent, though, it was a dream that came true.

She was crowned Miss Illinois

while studying to be a doctor at the university.

But with her newfound fame came some unwanted attention

she wasn't ready for, nor could anyone be.

On a regular stroll through campus,

after studying with friends one night,

Lacey's life was forever changed by an assault.

How does one get over such a traumatic event?

For Lacey it meant moving across the country.

So her and her husband Sullivan packed up

and moved to California

hoping to leave her haunted pass behind, or so they thought.

- I think I'm gonna throw those steaks on the grill for us.

- Oh, that sounds good.

Can you also throw some veggies on the grill as well?

And I'll, I'll make my sweet mashed potatoes.

- Only meat on my grill, babe.

- Ugh.

Do you think that place is haunted?

- Seriously?

- I mean, it's been vacant for so long,

and we never met the people that moved out.

- Well, yeah, but it's a huge property.

I imagine it's too expensive to buy or rent for most people.

- Okay, Mr. Logical.

- I'm gonna grab a drink.

Did you hear that?

- What?

- Something outside.

- Babe, no, just stay inside.

- It's alright, let me look.

- What was it?

- Just a broken pot.

Must be a raccoon or something knocked it off.

- Not the one I got in Mexico?

- Yeah, I hope not either,

but it's dark out, so I can't really tell.

But I'll clean it up in the morning.

Welcome to country life.

- Guess so.

- Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

It's a nightmare It's just a nightmare.

It's a nightmare. - Oh God!

- I'm right here.

I'm right here. I'm right here.

I'm right here.

Breathe. Breathe.

Breathe. I'm right here.

- Okay. - It's just a nightmare, baby.

It's just a nightmare. I got you.

I got you. - They're back.

- No, it's okay. - They're back.

- It's okay. It's all right.

I got you. Breathe.

Hey babe. Morning.

- Oh, good morning.

- How you feeling today?

- Sorry about the nightmares. I guess they're back.

- It's all right. You don't have to be sorry.

Maybe it's a stress. You've been working a lot.

We're working on this house.

- Maybe.

- I love you so much.

But I am late to get to the office,

so if I could just have that apple-

- Oh!

- that would be awesome.

- More bacon for me.

- I love you.

- See you later.

I love you too.

- See you this afternoon. - Okay.

Ooh, "For Rent" sign's gone.

I wonder if somebody's moved in.

Can't wait to tell Sullivan. I wonder if it's a family.

Maybe I should bake something and take it over. Hm.

I can't wait to meet them.

- Maybe we give 'em a chance to settle in

before you go pouncing on 'em.

- I know, I'm just excited that somebody's moved in.

I mean, I love being out of the city,

but it's nice to know that somebody's close by.

- Yeah, of course.

Maybe we can go over there this weekend

and introduce ourselves.

- That's a great idea.

- Lacey, keep your eyes on the road,

not the neighbor.

I love you.

- Love you too. Bye.

- Can I help y'all?

Hey, I'm Sullivan.

This is my wife Lacey. - Hey, ya.

- We live right down the road from you.

- Nice to meet y'all. I'm Charles.

- Nice to meet you, Charles.

- Hey, Charles, nice to meet you. I'm Lacey.

- It's nice to know I have friendly neighbors

all the way out here.

- It's just a shepherd's pie,

but thought you might want something hearty.

- Oh, thank you. Thank you y'all.

- And we'd love to have you and your wife over for dinner

if you're available.

- No wife. She died 10 years ago. Cancer.

- I am so sorry.

- No, thank you. It's all right.

But I would love to take you up on that offer for dinner.

- Well, he makes a mean steak.

- You'll have to twist my arm.

- Yeah, well, if you're available this weekend,

we got some free time.

We'd love to have you over.

- That's all I got these days is free time. I can't wait.

- Great. I guess we'll see you this weekend.

- You better believe it.

- Nice meeting you, Charles.

- Nice meeting you.

Well, he looks like a nice old man.

- Yeah. Reminds me of someone, though.

- Well, he does have a little Robert Redford thing going on.

- Robert Redford was covered in prison tats.

What? Seriously, Sully?

- You make a good point.

I-I wasn't expecting those tattoos for sure.

Definitely got some stories to tell.

Well, at least we got neighbors.

- That's true.

- So 22 years, I worked for the postal service.

It was a great gig.

I had a buddy did 15 years in Boston, talk about brutal.

- Hm, that's why we pay the sunshine tax here.

- I'm so happy if we moved out here. It's so peaceful.

You can even see the stars at night.

- Yeah, me too.

I don't remember the last time I even heard a siren.

- You know, I haven't had a steak this good

since I was back in Chicago years ago.

- Is that where you're from?

- I was born there.

Spent part of my childhood till we moved here.

- Hmm, Lacey went to the University of Illinois.

- Did she? That is a great school.

- I love Chicago.

- What brought you here?

- We just needed a change of pace.

And Sullivan got a great offer from a firm out here, so.

- You know what? Here's to change.

- To change and new friends.

- Change and new friends.

- Cheers to that.

Cheers and cheers.

- Oh, my back.

- Ah, yeah. Thank you.

So what brought you out here, Charles?

- Same thing as you, I suppose.

Little peace and quiet.

- Yeah.

Me and Lacey were in the city for years and years,

and I'm originally from the country,

so it was nice to get back to that peace and quiet.

- I bet.

Pretty little young wife like yours

gets a lot more of attention in the city.

- I guess so.

- Look, I'm sorry, I, I just meant

there's a heck a lot more creeps in the city

than out here with a simple folk.

- I can't disagree with you there, Charles.

Ah, this place can be boring,

but money and the hours are pretty good.

- You know, I never trusted anyone enough

to just manage my money like that.

- Hm, you should let me give it a try.

I can make you some good money for them golden years.

I'd like that.

- Same.

Shit. I need to get going, Charles.

I need to get back to Lacey.

- Hey, thank you for everything today

and give my love to Miss Illinois.

- How do you know she was Miss Illinois?

- What?! She was?!

I had no idea. I just thought I was being clever.

- I mean, it's been a long time since that,

but she don't really like talking about it.

Hey, and thank you. Thank you again.

- I appreciate the beers too.

See you soon, Charles.

- See you, son.

- How was helping Charles today?

- It was good,

but the tenants left all the furniture in the house.

- Really? That's weird.

- Wanna know what's really weird, though?

- Huh?

- When I was leaving Charles's today,

he called you Miss Illinois.

- What? Why?

- He said he was just trying to be funny.

I mean, I'm sure he didn't know

you were really Miss Illinois.

- Why would he say that then?

- I mean, we did tell him that you went to U of I,

and he was trying to be funny.

He's a horny old man trying to get off, I mean.

- That's disgusting.

Let's find out who you are, Charles.

Charles, Charles Parker.

Who are you?

I bet Charles isn't even your name.

Parker.

Why would the state just sell it again so quickly?

Oh, hm, sorry. - It's just a dream.

- Did you see all this, though?

- What exactly am I looking at?

- Charles Parker exists,

but our neighbor is not Charles Parker.

- Then who is he?

- So 10 years ago,

the state was awarded the property from the former owner,

Harry Richmond.

Okay.

- Okay, so I did some research on Harry Richmond,

and I found this.

- Well, Harry Richmond sounds like a real standup guy.

But what's he got to do with Charles?

- Charles Parker is Harry Richmond.

- You think we have a rapist for a neighbor?

- I think it's him.

- Who Harry?

- He's the one who raped me.

- Lacey, there is no way that's the guy that raped you.

- You don't know that! They never caught the guy!

- That was 20 years ago.

He don't even have the same last name anymore.

- They never caught the guy! How do you know?!

- Lacey, I love you so much.

I'm here for whatever you need. I got you.

- We just need proof that it's him.

- Why don't we start by going to the police tomorrow

and showing 'em what you found?

All right? It's gonna be okay, I promise.

- Hey, good morning, guys.

- Robert.

- How are you doing, Sully? So good to see you again.

- Likewise, man.

- Hey, Lacey.

- Hey, nice to see you.

- Have a seat, guys.

- Thank you.

- So guys, I know this all looks really, really solid

and has led you to all these conclusions

that you've told me about, but,

but there's really no proof in any of this here.

- Harry Richmond was a rapist.

- He was, but even if he changed his name to Charles Parker,

it's not against the law to change your name.

And honestly, he may well

have just moved back to his old house

because they took it from him

during the settlement with all of his victims.

Also, I can't find any record

of him ever being a noise at the time of your assault.

- I'm telling you it was him.

- Lisa, I understand

that you're looking for closure in this, I really do.

The unfortunate fact is that the last 20 years

may have to be that closure for you.

I'm sorry.

- It's good seeing you again, Robert.

- Likewise, Sullivan.

- I really appreciate all your help.

- I really wish I could have been more help.

And I promise if anything comes up,

I will give you guys a call.

- We'd appreciate that too. Thank you.

- Thanks.

- When does obsession take over logic?

Sometimes we want something to be true so badly

we start putting a puzzle together with pieces

that just don't fit.

Could Lacey and Sullivan's new neighbor, Charles,

really be the man who raped her years ago?

It's hard to fully dismiss her concern,

given his newly exposed past.

And no one wants to live next to an ex-con.

And one can only imagine the trauma stirred up in Lacey

knowing she's a victim

of the exact same crimes he was convicted of.

What would you do

if you thought your neighbor was your rapist?

- Do you really think that was a raccoon again

that made that mess on our porch?

- I mean, I don't know what it was.

I mean, what do you think it was?

- I don't know.

- I mean, it could have been a bear

or some other kind of animal too.

- I don't think so.

- All right, how about I stop by Charles's house

and see if he heard anything?

- Yeah. Yeah, that's a good idea.

- One benefit of having neighbors these days.

- Hm.

- Oh, nice gun, Charles.

- Yeah, she's a beaut.

Still fires the same way as the first day I bought her.

How can I help you?

- I know this is a long shot,

but you hear anything down at our house the other night?

- Well, I can't say that I did.

Hearing it's not the same as it used to be, though.

- We came home, back porch destroyed, planters broke,

screen door ripped.

You know, sounds like a bear to me.

Probably smelled the grill, came looking.

- I thought it could be a bear too,

but didn't see any fresh bear tracks.

- Now bears could be sneaky little things,

even though they're way over 600 pound.

- Yeah, I guess it could have been a bear.

Ah, wanted to ask you something kind of personal,

get it off my chest.

- Huh, sounds serious.

- I hope not.

- Spit it out.

- So, you know, my wife's had some time on her hands lately,

and she started looking into this place and you.

- May I ask why?

- I told her about that Miss Illinois comment you made,

kind of sent her down a rabbit hole.

- Lemme stop you right there, son.

- My real name is Harry Richmond.

And I did time for rape.

Now, the person who accused me was my ex-girlfriend.

We got in a fight.

She, see now I'm charged with rape

and a couple other things.

- So Lacey was right.

- No, I am not proud of it.

And I know I didn't rape that woman,

but I had to sell this place

to pay for the civil judgment she got.

All I wanted to do was to come back here,

even if I couldn't afford to own it again.

- Sorry for bringing it up.

I can see it brings up some bad feelings for you.

- I didn't figure her for a detective. She did good work.

- Lacey's a driven and determined woman, that's for sure.

I appreciate your honesty, Charles.

- Well, you can only hide from your past for so long.

Thank you.

- Hey, Charles, did you ever go back to Chicago?

- No, I never made it back.

- All right, see you around Charles.

- So just like that, it's over.

He says "no," and you believe him?

- He admitted to being Harry before I even asked him.

Why would he lie about Illinois?

- Because it puts him in the city where rapes were happening

and, and he just admitted that he raped someone.

- Yeah, but his side of the story is way different.

- Oh, I bet it is.

- Honey, I just...

- Maybe Detective Taylor can help now that he's confessed

to being a rapist.

- All right, I promise I'll call Detective Taylor

in the morning on the way to work.

- Okay.

- But for now, we need to stay away from Charles and Harry.

- I'm not going anywhere near him.

- I just want you to be safe. I love you so much.

- Mm.

- Hey, Sully.

- Thank you so much for looking into this again, detective.

- Sure.

I will crosscheck both the names again

around the time of the rape,

see if anything new hits, okay?

- I really appreciate it. Thank you.

- No problem. I'll be in touch.

- It is not breaking and entering. It's just looking around.

DNA.

Bingo.

Oh shit.

- Lacey!

I know you were in my house!

Don't you worry, I'll come visit you soon!

- Hey babe, how are you?

- What's this?

- It's his hair.

- Whose hair?! Charles's?!

Lacey, what the hell were you thinking?

You can't be breaking into people's houses.

You're a criminal now.

- It was the only way to prove he's my rapist.

- What if he finds out you were in his house?

Lacey, does he know you were in his house?

- I thought he'd be gone longer.

And I guess he came back for something.

He didn't actually see me, though.

He just yelled my name and he chased me.

- He chased you?!

- Well, he didn't...

He ran outside.

He just chased after me, and he shot his gun.

- He shot at you?!

- It was just to scare me, but it, it worked.

- What the hell were you thinking?!

What are we gonna do with him now?

- We're gonna take this to Detective Taylor,

and we're gonna get it tested.

- You can't, you got this illegally.

- He doesn't have to know that, does he?

- Lacey.

- So he left this at your house

on your couch?

- Yes. You know, we had him over for drinks.

I saw those and thought, "Why not?"

- Why didn't you just bring me the glass

that he was drinking out of?

- I'm, I'm not a detective.

I just thought that hair might be better for testing.

- Guys, you're asking me to do something

that is completely against protocol,

not to mention borderline illegal.

- Please, I need to put this behind me.

- We'd really appreciate it.

- I'll see what I can do, okay?

- Thank you.

- Thank you.

- Your welcome.

- Hey, babe, I'm on my way home.

I'll see you soon. I love you.

- Get the gun! The gun! The gun!

- I told you I'd come looking forward to you!

Oh, a chase gets me going the most!

Calm yourself.

You'll ruin that pretty little face.

- Are you gonna hurt me?

- Do you really want to know the answer to that?

- Are you gonna hurt me?

Please don't hurt me!

- It only hurts if you fight it, remember?

- Oh God!

- Bitch broke my nose!

Don't run away.

- Stay the fuck away

from me!

Now, it's just me and you, sweetheart.

Fuck you!

Who are you gonna save?! You're not saving anybody!

- Oh, baby.

Baby, are you okay?

Are you okay?

- Where is he?

- He's dead. He's dead.

Oh, baby, are you okay?

- You guys are lucky to be alive.

- Hell, we know, Robert. We know.

- Is that what I think it is?

It wasn't him.

It's gonna be all right,

Lacey.

It's all right.

- It turns out neither Charles or Harry were good guys,

but neither were Lacey's rapist.

Her obsession nearly cost her and Sullivan their lives.

Lacey's desire to get closure from her past trauma

leads her to yet another

and even more traumatic experience for her and Sullivan.

Sometimes holding onto our past

can misguide and hide the truth from us.

Victims want and demand an answer as to "why me?"

The fact is, they'll probably never get that answer.

Violence can be planned and calculated,

yet most of the times it's random,

wrong place, wrong time.

Second, chances may not be something we all deserve,

but there are some people who truly do.

And Bailey Baker was one of those who deserved one.

And that's all she was asking for, a fresh start.

Making up for lost time with her father.

Getting her life back on track.

Sometimes going home isn't as easy as they say.

And not everyone feels the same about second chances.

- Baby! What did they do to my baby?!

- No, I did, I didn't.

- You know, I can't, I can't describe

how long a waited for this day to come.

Look, they didn't even break you, beautiful woman.

You know, you get that from your mother.

Get your height from me.

- Hm, a little bit. - Hey Riley,

this is my daughter.

- Nothing like a warm welcome back to the neighborhood.

- Hey, listen, listen, listen to me.

Don't worry about these people and what they think,

all right?

'Cause what matters is that you're home.

You're out that spot and you're here with me.

You understand?

- Yeah.

- Look, I'm telling you the truth.

All right? What matters is that you're home.

You're out. In that first doorway.

Look, I know we gotta deal with a lot,

but again, you're home.

Everything is over. All right?

- Yeah. - Okay.

- Dad, I've loved what you've done with the place.

- There's that sarcasm.

After all these years still there, huh?

Well, yeah. I admit, I admit,

could use a little woman's touch, a little TLC.

- Think.

- Hey, well look, let the place air out a little bit.

Get you something to drink, okay?

- Okay.

Ew.

- All right, all right.

What did you make me? What did you make me?

Peanut butter and chips. No jelly.

Okay. That's cute.

- Hello?

- Now I have the chips in my sandwich without the jelly.

- I'm sorry, Dad.

I could have sworn that was your favorite.

- No, that's your favorite growing up.

But just call and check on you,

see how everything is going.

How you doing?

- I'm okay. I'm doing okay.

I am just sitting here watching TV,

hanging out, chilling.

- Okay, well, if you get a chance,

why don't you go out into the neighborhood, you know,

just get some scenery, walk around, all right?

- Okay, I hear you, Dad. Oh, and yes, a pizza and a movie.

- All right, well, it's a date. Okay. I love you.

- I love you. Bye

- Bye.

- No, I didn't!

Malik!

No, I didn't!

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

It's Daddy, it's Daddy, it's Daddy.

- Sorry, you scared me.

- Oh, I'm sorry,

I should have thought first before touching you.

I was just trying to put the blanket on you.

Hey, listen, listen, I know it's gonna take some time, okay?

But you don't have to be on defense here at your home.

- I'm sorry, Daddy. It was awful.

- I know, I know, I know.

And look, I'm not gonna let anything happen to you.

You hear me?

I promise you that.

I promise you that.

- Bailey, the nerve of you to show up here!

You're not welcome here ever!

You better watch your back!

Just because you did your time doesn't mean I'm satisfied

with the punishment!

- Ms. Wanda, I'm-

- Shut up! I don't wanna hear a damn word you have to say!

- Hurry up! Hurry up! - What are we gonna do?

- We cannot let them know what we were up to

or we'll get in fucking trouble.

- No! The cops are coming.

- Come on, come on. Come on.

- Help. Please! No!

Malik.

Hey, Bails, I'm home.

- Hey, Dad.

- Hey, what you doing, huh?

Hey.

- Hey.

- How was your day?

- It was good.

Um, I'm just chilling, relaxing.

- Just chilling and relaxing.

- Mm-hm.

- I'm gonna let that answer slide for right now, young lady,

but I wanna hear some details.

I wanna hear about your day.

- Okay.

- Okay, well, I'm gonna go clean up, prep for dinner.

Start cooking, all right?

- Okay, I'll be out soon.

- Okay.

There you go.

So I know you didn't want to, but did you get out today?

- Yeah, I took a little walk around the neighborhood.

- Okay. - And people watch.

- People watch.

Well, you see anything interesting or anyone?

- Nope. But I did see that that diner is gone.

- Yeah, closed down a couple years ago.

But you know those pancakes you like as a child?

- Mm-hmm.

- I got the recipe for you.

- Seriously?

- Yeah, it's the last thing you had before you went away.

So I'll make 'em this weekend for you.

- Oh, I used to dream about those pancakes.

- Well, hopefully I make that dream come true.

- If that little bitch thinks

she can just come strolling back here like nothing happened,

I'll show her!

- I think you've had enough tonight, Ms. Jones.

- I'm just getting started with that bitch!

- You see the girl? - Her daddy walks around

like she's a little princess!

- I know, your mom's here.

Yeah, she's tying one on real good.

All right, see you soon.

We'll fill you another shot.

- Mom, what did I tell you?

- Malcolm, baby! - How you doing?

How you doing? You good?

- What are you doing here?

Sit, sit, sit. Have a, have a drink with me.

- Jimmy, no.

- Two shots and two beers.

- You go home.

- You ready? Mm-hmm.

Mm-hmm, come on.

- You're such a good son. You always take good care of me.

- Of course, Mommy. - Always.

- Yes, sure. - Always.

Y-You know who's back in the neighborhood?

- Who, Mommy?

- That little bitch, Bailey!

That bitch Bailey back in town.

- Okay, okay, come on. Come on now, let's get you home.

Come on. You'll be okay.

Come on, get you some water. - You're such a good boy.

You should let me beat her ass.

- Mom, you cannot do that. They will press charges on you.

- Let them!

Your brother will be rolling in his grave

with you defending her!

- Mom, I am not defending her. I'm trying to protect you.

- Like you protect Malik?

I'm sorry, Malcolm. I don't mean that.

She took my baby,

your little brother, from us!

I miss him so much.

- I-I know, Mom. I miss him.

But I'm here, and I need you, okay?

Okay. Come on, let's get you home.

- Malik!

No, I didn't!

I didn't!

Malik!

Malik! No!

I'm sorry! I don't...

- Hey, you okay?

- Yeah.

- Yeah? Easy.

- Yeah, it was just a bad, a bad nightmare.

- Okay, all right. Now look, you're home now, okay?

And you're safe. All right you want some water?

- I don't, yeah, maybe.

- All right, come here, come here, come here.

I love you, all right?

- Me too.

- You home.

You know what? I'm gonna take it back.

You know I'm gonna get you? Some chocolate milk.

- Gotta get some chocolate milk, baby girl.

- Okay. - I got you.

You know what I was just thinking about?

Just having a flashback.

Do you remember when your mother cut your hair?

- Oh my god, Dad. No, please.

- Oh, you were so mad.

You know, I have a picture of that still.

- No, please burn it.

It's probably so hideous.

Mama, I love you, but she cannot cut hair.

- No, she couldn't. And it was hideous.

But I'll be right back.

What was going through your her head?

Your Mama.

- Can I get you anything else?

- Oh, no, I think we're good.

- Okay, well I'll just leave the check with you then,

and you can take your time with that.

- Thanks.

- Welcome back, Bailey.

It's me, Miranda from ninth grade math class.

- Oh, of course, yeah. How have you been?

- Um, I'm good. I'm working here.

But it could always be worse.

I'm sure you know what I mean?

- Yeah, of course. Yeah, I know what you mean.

Things could always be worse.

And they usually are for toxic people like you.

- Excuse me?

- You heard me.

- Hey, so, want dessert?

- You ready?

- Oh, I thought you wanted dessert. Okay.

Hm.

Bailey, wait!

Bailey.

Bitch!

Come here, you bitch! - Stop, Ms. Wanda!

Get off of me!

- You're gonna pay

what you did to my son!

- Crazy! Get off of me!

Stop!

- Mom, stop!

- You crazy bitch! - Crazy ass bitch!

- I'm so sorry.

- Wounds that haven't healed become infected.

And in the case of Wanda,

her old wounds are full of infection.

But how can a mother be expected

to forgive someone who killed her son?

It's a tall ask for anyone, in my opinion.

And it's clear, Wanda isn't ready to forgive or forget.

A fire left unattended can turn into a raging one

with just a spark.

And for Wanda, her spark was Bailey coming home.

Her fire was outta control with revenge, her only goal.

- Hey.

Hey.

- You okay?

- Yeah.

- And now look, I want you to talk to me now, okay?

So is she the reason

why you didn't wanna talk the other night?

- So out by the steps, she went off on me.

And then when I was coming home from the coffee shop,

she attacked me.

- What you mean attacked? She put her hands on you too?

I see, this puts the spin. She's gone too far with this.

- Dad, stop. It's fine.

We already have enough attention on us.

- Okay.

Okay,

so you wanna move?

- Oh, hell no! I'm not gonna let her scare us away!

- No, no, but think about it, a fresh start.

People don't know us. It might be good for us.

- Yeah, but I just got home.

- I know, I know.

- I love being in my room.

Dad, I just... - I know.

- No.

- Home team, home team. They won't run us away.

But look, well, the offer is on the table

you ready to go?

All right?

- Okay. - Yeah?

- Yeah.

- You hungry?

- Yeah.

- Let me get you something.

I made some of that Kool-Aid you like, though.

- Oh my goodness. - I just poured

like half a bag of sugar.

- Mr. Baker?

- Malcolm. Malcolm, Malcolm.

What you doing here, man?

- My mom told me Bailey was back in town,

and I know she's been on kind of a bender

since she's been back.

- Now your mother has lost her damn mind.

Of course, she did.

She put her hands on my daughter. She pushed her down.

Then last night she spit on her.

- I wanna apologize for my mom's mistake.

She's, she, she just can't get over Malik.

- Yeah, I understand. No, I do.

I truly do. I understand.

But just like I can't get over losing my wife,

that does not give her the right to treat Bailey like shit

and spit on her.

You know what it is to spit on another human?

What that means, huh?

- Yeah, yes, sir.

I just wanted to come down here

and let you know that I'm gonna talk to her truthfully.

Alright. Hey, I appreciate that.

All right, man.

- No!

Malik! What did they do to him?!

- Malik! - Fuck!

- Malcolm, what do we do?!

- Just, just, just,

just grab the bottles and um...

Come on, come on, come on.

- Hey, Bailey!

Bails, thanks for the bag,

but everybody made fun of me at work today.

Hey!

- Get off me.

- Bail?

Hey, hey, hey! - No!

- Daddy's here. Daddy's here.

You're home, you're home. - Get off me!

- Breathe, breathe, you're okay.

Okay, wait, wait, wait.

Breathe. Breathe.

Okay, alright. What happened?

- I wanna move.

- Okay.

- I wanna move. - Okay,

we'll start looking tomorrow.

Okay? All right?

- Yeah.

- Wait, wait. Where'd you, wait, let me see.

Where, where, where'd you get these?

- Just don't wanna talk about it. I just wanna move.

I don't wanna talk about it. - Okay,

I'm gonna give you a moment.

We're gonna talk about this later, okay?

- Yeah.

- I'll get you some tea.

- Hey thanks. Thanks for coming to talk to me.

I-I really appreciate it. You look good.

That's not what I mean, meant to say.

I, things just been downhill after Malik

with my mom and everything.

- Yeah, it seems like we all did, except you.

Look, it's fine.

We're moving so she won't be bothering us anymore anyway.

- I'm sorry. Where are you moving to?

- Somewhere far away from your mom

and this place, everything.

And don't worry,

I'm not gonna press charges against her.

That's what you really wanted to ask me, right?

- Yeah.

- Lucky for you,

at least one of us knows how to keep their word.

- Bailey, you know it wasn't supposed to go down like that.

- Yeah, I know. And so do you.

- Malik could have been a star.

He was talented.

He was gonna get me outta this shit hole place!

I'm gonna kill that bitch!

- Ms. Jones, you're done for the night.

- Don't you be taking my drink away from me.

- Come on. How about a water? - I'm just gettin' started.

- Yeah. Eh, no, she's here. But hurry.

- Who are you talking to?! Telling on me again?!

- Come on, lemme give you a water.

- I want one of those now.

- I'll tell you what, last one on the house.

- He was such a sweetie.

- Where you going, Ms. Jones?

- Wouldn't you like to know?

- Hey, why don't you have a seat?

Your son's coming right over to pick you up.

- Sure, sure he is.

- Hey, Jim, have you seen my mom?

- Dude, I'm so sorry.

Tried to keep here, but she wouldn't listen to me.

- How long ago? She left around 15 minutes ago.

- 15?

- Yeah. - Okay.

- All right, good luck.

- You know that pool is heated.

- I'm so excited to have a pool, Dad.

Like, I really thought

that I wasn't gonna be excited about moving,

but so ready.

- Open the damn door bitch!

- This lady is crazy.

She will not leave us alone. - Bailey,

I know you're in there.

I just wanna talk to you.

- Well, you gonna be talkin'- - Open this-

- to the police. - damn door!

- Get away from my door now!

- Bailey, I just wanna talk to you!

I know you're in there!

- Wanda, you won, we're moving!

You won! - Bailey,

you're still in there.

I just wanna talk to you.

- I'm getting

a restraining order now. - Open this damn door!

- Get away from my door.

- You think they scare me?

- Should we just call the cops, Dad?

What should we do?

- I think she's gone.

Yeah.

- I'm gonna kill you tonight, bitch!

- Wanda!

- I'm gonna kill you tonight. - No! No!

Wanda!

- You killed my baby! - You're crazy!

Wanda!

- I'm gonna kill you! No!

Wanda!

- Bitch!

- Mom, what did you do?!

- She killed my baby!

And I couldn't stand for her to be here!

She killed my baby. - Mom.

- I couldn't, I couldn't stand to have her living here.

- Mom, Mom, she didn't kill Malik.

He fell when we was up there drinking.

We- - What?

- I lied to you.

I'm sorry. - What?

Why didn't you tell me this?

- Mom, we were just kids. - After all this time.

- We were just, I was scared.

- Malik!

Malik!

What they do to my baby?!

What'd they do to my baby?!

- Malik! - Fuck!

- Malcolm, what do we do?!

- Just, just, just, grab the bottles,

and um... - Malik!

- Come on, come on, come on!

- Stand up! Come on!

- I'm sorry. I'm supposed protect you.

Sorry.

- We've all told a lie here and there,

so it might be hard to imagine one of them coming to light

after years of burying it.

Truth is, lies live on until the truth is finally exhumed.

Sadly, this one cost more lives than it should have.

What if Malcolm had the courage to tell the truth years ago?

What would everyone's lives look like? We'll never know.

But what we do know are the facts.

Three dead people, one life ruined behind bars,

and one man left standing, Malcolm,

the one who could have prevented it all.

Losing a lifelong love is devastating.

The pain of grieving is one

that only one who has gone through it can truly empathize

with the mourning.

The pain and the hurt,

the loneliness and sadness takes over.

It holds you so tight, it can be hard to breathe.

And all you want is an escape from it.

Frank wanted this and needed this,

a way to move on from his dead wife, Olivia,

and start living life again.

Oftentimes in grief, we're so desperate to find a way,

we overlook and miss things we wouldn't normally.

So when his coworker, Anne,

offers to help him get him back out there,

he reluctantly accepts.

- Good morning, Frank. - Oh damn.

- Sorry. I'm really sorry.

- It wasn't your fault.

Just on edge with it,

being the anniversary of losing her.

- Sorry, I don't know what I would do

if I lost someone I love that much.

- She was my world.

- Yeah, well, you were hers too. She was a sweet woman.

I know she would hate to see you like this,

always so down, so sad.

It hurts my heart, Frank.

- Thank you. I appreciate that.

I just don't know how to move on.

- You let me worry about that, Mr.

We'll get you outta that funk

just like Olivia would've wanted.

- Hi. - Whoa!

- Ah!

- Oh, I'm so sorry.

- Oh, no, you know,

you don't- - Forgive me.

- you don't have to do that.

This is- - No, I want to.

I'm such a clutz. - Ah, look, I'm so sorry,

I got it all over you.

- It's okay.

I can get this out myself. - I'm, I'm gonna,

I'm gonna go change.

I gotta clean shirt in my office drawer.

- Well, you remember

how I said we were gonna get you out of the funk?

I was thinking we could go out

and do something this weekend.

- You and me?

- You and I, we're gonna go out,

and we're gonna do something like fun.

- I don't know if I'm ready-

- Nope. Yes, you are.

I'm not taking no for an answer.

Come on, come on.

- Wow. Best enchiladas ever.

- Hmm.

Margaritas aren't that bad either.

- Mm. Those are good.

- What are you humming?

- Well, I just hum when I'm happy.

- Oh yeah? - Yeah.

- That's, that's cool. That's cool.

Maybe we should do some shots.

- Shots? - Yeah.

- That sounds good.

- Do you like Froyo?

- I love Froyo.

- Let's get some Froyo. Shots and Froyo.

- Okay.

- All right.

- I love Froyo. What's your favorite flavor?

- Chocolate.

Gotta go with chocolate. - I'll have chocolate.

- Fancy Dutch chocolate? You like chocolate?

- Yeah. What other flavors do you like?

- Um, I'll mix in like some vanilla with that too.

- I like vanilla too.

What toppings do you like?

- Just like chopped nuts.

- I like chopped nuts as well.

- Cookie dough.

- Cookie dough I like too.

We have a lot in common, Frank?

- Yeah.

- Oh my goodness. Frank, you're scared me near to death.

- I'm sorry. I didn't mean to sneak up on you like that.

- It's okay. It's usually me scaring you, silly.

You owe me a couple.

So what brought you all the way here to my cubicle?

- Oh yeah, right, um...

Well, I was thinking since you've been

so good about getting me back out into the real world,

maybe I could cook you dinner.

- You cook?

- Yeah.

Well, it's been a while,

but I used to cook all the time for Olivia.

- In that case. I'm flattered. I, I accept.

- Great.

Ah, so does Friday

around 8:00- - Yes!

- Nice.

Forgot to ask, any food allergies?

- No.

- Amazing.

- Thanks. Amazing.

- Mmm, so sweet of you.

- Ah, actually feels good to cook again.

- See, all my pushiness is paying off.

- I think so.

Please make yourself at home.

I can take your bag

and hang that up. - Okay.

- Ah, actually, I'm sorry.

can I get something out of it before you put it away?

- Sure. It's okay, yeah. - Okay.

- I need to finish getting dinner ready anyways, so.

- Okay, do you need any help?

- Ah, no, thanks. Ah, actually, do you want some wine?

- I'd love some.

- All right, I'll give you this.

- I'll pour it. You go concentrate on the food.

- Thanks.

- It smells so good.

- Yeah, we'll see how this turns out.

- Frank, I had no idea you could cook like this.

Bobby Flay who?

- Thank you, but it's, it's been a while. Pretty rusty, so.

- Well, it goes to show how good you are.

Hmm, I'll come clean this up before I go.

- Oh, leave it please.

I'll, I'll take care of it later, yes.

Um, to you for helping me to see

I can start to live life without Olivia.

You've been such a great friend these past few months.

- So yeah, we've had quite a bit of fun, haven't we?

- Mm-hmm.

- Frank, um, I've wanted to tell you something.

- Oh, okay. Ah, is, ah, what is it?

Is everything okay?

- Yeah, everything's great.

At least, um, at least I hope it will be.

- Oh yeah.

Hey, it's...

Whoa! Oh, no, no, no!

- I'm sorry, I...

Uh, you know what? I can't hide it anymore.

I like you as more than a friend.

- Oh, oh, uh, I didn't, I didn't mean to...

Did I lead you on?

- No, I'm just falling for you being you.

And I think we'd be a great match.

- Um, no, I, I think we should stop.

I think you should stop.

Frank, I could be- - I think we're friends

- the woman for you. - and we work together.

- Your woman.

- No, I, I think you should leave.

- Frank, gimme a chance. Give us a chance.

I know Olivia would approve.

- Okay, get out now!

- Frank, I'm sorry if I was too strong.

I'm falling in love with you. - Y-You need to leave now.

- Cute, charming, caring, yet volatile.

If ever there was a wolf in sheep's clothing, it was Anne.

Obsessing over Frank for months,

all the while plotting for him to fall in love

and sheer her infatuation.

But when Frank rejects Anne, her true colors come out.

And unfortunately for Frank,

he can't just wash his hands of her and forget about her.

He has to see her in the office on Monday morning.

And something tells me she's not giving up that easily.

- Hm, so if Frank could help me out on this one,

I think he'd be great.

- Agreed. I think Frank would be great on this.

- This is Frank. Can you hold please?

- Frank, it's Sharon.

- Sorry, Mrs. Killian,

- Can you come into my office for a second?

I wanna run something by you.

- Yeah, sure. I'll be right there.

- Come in. Take a seat, Frank.

Anne was just telling me about one of her projects,

and we both agree,

we think you could be of immense help to her.

- Oh, I mean, I'm flattered,

but I have a pretty heavy workload

with my projects right now.

- That's why I'm going to give Gabby two

of your smaller projects.

- I'm really excited to work with you on this, Frank.

- You know, I hate not closing out my own projects.

- I know, but this is great practice for Gabby,

since she's so green.

And Anne's project is more important.

- Karen, thank you.

Frank, let me know when you wanna get started.

- Sure thing.

- Everything okay? You two always seem to get along.

- Yeah, yeah. I mean, we're work friends.

- You two let me know

if you need anything else for this one.

It's one we need done right?

- Of course.

- Hey, are you mad I asked you to help me out on this?

- It's a little odd given the circumstances,

don't you think?

- I wanted the best man for the job. And that's you.

- Thank you. Appreciate that.

- Mm-hmm.

- No, no, no. Wait, Frank. Frank, don't leave.

I just wanted to talk to you for a second.

- I know we're a touch behind,

but we can make it up over the weekend.

- Uh, yeah, this isn't about the project, Frank.

I just wanted to say I'm really sorry for everything.

I shouldn't have tried to take advantage of you

and get you to fall in love with me.

- You didn't take advantage of me.

I'm just not into you like that.

I thought we were greatest friends, though.

- No, I know, me too.

Sorry, I ruined it for the both of us.

- Don't beat yourself up over it.

Maybe we can get back there, just friends.

- Yeah, I'd like that.

Me too.

- Oh, awkward.

Now that that's over with,

what are we getting about that accounting error?

- Right?

Oh God! Got me again.

- Well, sorry, I should put a bell around my neck

just so you could hear me coming.

- Great.

- Well, anyways, I was thinking I could return the favor

and cook for you this weekend.

- No, you don't, you don't have to do that.

- I want to. I may not be as good as you, but I'll try.

I was thinking we could go to your house,

and if it looks like I need help, you could step in.

- Okay, sure. Yeah, let's see what kitchen skills you got.

- Uh, Saturday night okay?

- Perfect.

- Great. See you then.

- Yeah.

- So what's on the menu for tomorrow night?

- Uh, still got a couple things floating around in my head,

but probably end up going with my signature dish.

- Which is?

- A surprise.

No allergies, right?

- I try to stay away from pork unless it's bacon, but.

- Uh, no pork, I promise.

- Can I walk you out?

- I'd be honored.

- Is that a new bag?

- Yeah.

- Yeah, I like that. - Thanks for noticing.

- Yeah.

Want some wine?

- Ooh, yeah! That sounds great.

- Here.

- Thanks.

Cheers.

- Cheers.

It's really good, drink up.

- All right, I might use some of that salt.

Can I grab some of that. - Yeah, sure go ahead.

- Thanks.

It smells good!

- Yeah, can you just help me out for a second over here?

- Yeah. What's, what's going on? Whoa!

- You wanna take this?

And I'll get that? - Yeah, yeah, sounds good.

- Thank you.

Just keep drinking 'cause it's really good.

- All right, I can do that.

- Oh, thank you.

You know what my nickname was in high school?

- What's that?

- Animal.

Again.

- Again. That's good. - Mm-hmm.

- That's good.

- So I heard they might audit us.

- Uh, yeah, I heard they might be looking

to sell the company.

- Really?

- Mm.

- You okay?

It's um...

Want me to call for help, Frank?

- I don't, I don't feel good.

I'm just gonna go. - Okay.

- Frank, do you want me

to call someone? - Wait a second.

Well, that took longer than I thought.

Way to stick the landing, Frankie boy.

Hi, I finally get to touch you.

Still pumping?

- Oh my God, seriously?

- Mom! I'm on a date right now.

Very important date. Love of my life.

- What did you give me?

- Frank, Frank, Frank, Frank, Frank.

Go back to sleep. Go sleepy, Frank.

There you go.

There you go. You're okay.

All I wanted was for you to love me, Frank.

But your obsession

with that dead bitch Olivia was exhausting.

Finally, we can get to know each other.

- Mm, where's my knife?

Okay.

Mm.

Frank, it didn't have to be like this.

All I wanted was your heart,

but you didn't wanna give it to me,

so just had to take it from you.

Oh,

Frank.

It's the best one yet.

- Rejection, we've all been there,

and it's never fun,

especially when matters of the heart are concerned,

no pun intended, it can get even uglier.

And for Anne,

it was just enough to push her off the edge of sanity.

Her obsession drove her to drive a knife

through Frank's chest

And she made sure

that no one could have Frank's heart if she couldn't.