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(jazz music)

(door opening)

(jazz music)

(door closing)

(jazz music)

(Charles sighing)

(soft jazz music)

- Are you okay?

I'm Detective Charles Wayans.

And this is my partner, Detective Harris.

Now before we get started,

I wanna make sure that you are aware of your rights

and that you can withhold with speaking with us

until a lawyer is present.

(soft jazz music)

- Aint got nothing to hide.

- All right then, let's get this party started.

(soft dramatic music)

Let's see here.

Now.

See, at approximately 10:45 PM,

a 911 call was made for breaking and entering.

The caller told the operator

that someone is trying to kill me.

He's in my house.

The caller then stated that the individual has a gun.

Please help me.

The operator axed if the intruder was inside the house,

and that's when gunshots were heard.

- [Operator] 911, state your emergency.

- [Kayla] Help! I have an intruder in my home.

- [Operator] Where is the intruder?

Is he by himself? Can you see him?

- [Kayla] I need help!

- [Operator] I am dispatching a officer to your location.

Please try to find a place to hide.

Officers are on their way.

Ma'am?

Ma'am?

(gun firing)

- Now, do you wanna tell us how this all started?

Or, why when we arrived to the scene,

that your husband was found, dead?

(dramatic music)

Kayla!

(dramatic music)

- [David] You look cold, babe.

- [Kayla] I am.

- Let me be a gentleman.

(Kayla laughing)

(hands rubbing)

- Thank you.

- How's that?

- That's better.

- Beautiful day.

- Yeah, it is.

(soft music)

What's the matter, baby?

- I got something to tell you.

(soft dramatic music)

Kayla, baby, I love you.

- I love you too.

- No, I'm serious.

I've never felt this way about anyone before.

All right.

And I want the opportunity to show you how much

I love you every single day.

You're the reason I wake up every morning.

From the first time I saw you in the ice cream bar

I knew I wanted to make you mine forever and a day.

- What are you trying to say?

- Kayla Johnson, would you do me

the honor of making me the luckiest man

on the Earth and being Mrs. Kayla Johnson?

(Kayla laughing)

Kayla, will you marry me?

- Yes, baby.

Yes, baby.

(upbeat pulsing music)

(soft dreamlike music)

(glass clinking)

- To a long happy marriage.

- Listen to that.

(soft dreamlike music)

(knocking on door)

- [David] Bonjour, Madame Johnson.

- [Kayla] I love it when you speak French to me.

- Oh, is that right?

- Yeah.

(lips smacking)

Good morning, Mr. Johnson.

- Good morning.

Guess what.

- What?

- I made you breakfast this morning.

- Oh, you did?

- I did, I did, and I cooked it myself.

- Mm.

- Uh-huh, mm. Voila.

- Oh, it looks good.

- You know, presentation is everything.

- Smell good, too.

- Well try it. Taste it, taste it, taste it.

Uh, hey, hey. Wasn't supposed to bite the meat.

(Kayla laughing)

- Why you gotta be so nasty?

- You know I like it. All right.

I have an important meeting today.

Not sure how long it's gonna last, so, don't wait up.

- Okay.

- Tell me. How do I look?

- You look nice, baby.

- (chuckles) And you, my queen, look absolutely beautiful.

All right, well, enjoy your breakfast.

Orange juice is on the table, and I'm off to work.

And Kayla,

you know I love you, right?

- I love you too.

- Forever and a day.

Au revoir, cherie, au revoir.

- Forever and a day.

(Kayla scoffing)

(Kayla sighing)

(soft suspenseful music)

- Oh.

(soft suspenseful music)

Hey, babe, what you still doing up?

- Baby? Don't baby me.

- Excuse me.

- Where have you been?

- What did you just say to me?

- David, this is your sixth or seventh time

you've been late this month!

- Now don't question me.

- Don't question you?

I'm your damn wife!

And I'm tired of you leaving me in this house

by myself every night.

- I said, you don't get the right to question me.

All right?

(soft dramatic music)

Now stop nagging me.

- Who's the bitch?

- What?

- I can smell her cheap ass perfume all over your clothes.

- Oh.

- Don't be a chicken now.

Don't walk away now.

- What'd you just say?

Are you outta your fucking mind?

Fuck you think you talking to you, huh?

You better watch who you talking--

Girl, don't you ever grab me.

Don't you ever touch me, huh?

What the fuck is wrong with you? You crazy?

You fucking crazy? Huh?

Girl, I'm the man of the house!

I pay the bills.

This is my house! You just live here.

Do you understand me?

(Kayla crying)

Do you understand me?

- I am sorry (cries).

- Apologize again.

- I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, baby, I'm sorry.

- There you go.

- I'm sorry.

- See, that's a good girl.

(Kayla crying)

See how good life can be when you do what I tell you to do?

- Yes (cries).

- Now grab a pillow, and sleep your stupid ass on the couch.

You understand?

(Kayla crying)

Don't you dare

ask me a question again.

You understand?

Do you understand?

(Kayla crying)

(Kayla weeping)

(soft dramatic music)

(soft music)

(soft music)

- No. Look, Mike, it doesn't work that way, all right?

Look, the market's volatile right now.

The new variant is causing everything to dip.

No no no, listen, listen, Mike.

If you don't sell all of your shit now,

you're gonna regret it, listen to me.

Exactly, exactly.

Yeah, I know I'm right.

I'm thinking about 10,000 shares.

Yeah, about 10,000.

All right, I'm gonna lock you in.

(plastic crinkling)

(soft dramatic music)

- Ah, beautiful, aren't they?

(soft music)

Did you like the flowers?

- Yes.

- Well, what about these pearls?

- (cries) Yes.

- That's my girl.

You, uh,

you know I love you, right?

Right?

- (cries) I know. I know.

- You know you mean the world to me?

I'd do anything for you.

(Kayla whimpering)

Forever and a day.

(lips smacking)

(phone ringing)

(David sighing)

- You're not gonna get that?

(David chuckling)

- Hey, Rick.

Hey, how's the family doing?

No, everything's fine here.

We're getting bigger.

Kids?

(soft dramatic music)

Look, that's just what I do.

You know what I do.

I make you money.

Hold on.

(David gasping)

(blood spurting)

(David gasping)

(soft music)

(whooshing)

Yeah.

(David chuckling)

Your guess is as good as mine, but we're doing good.

Yeah.

Oh, hey, hold on a second for me, Rick.

- I'm going to take a shower.

- Wait wait, wait wait.

What's up with my dinner?

- I'll take care of it once I'm done showering.

- What the ...

(David exhaling)

Yeah, I'm back, Rick.

Yeah, wifey came in.

- [Man] There.

Ease off a little bit.

Perfect.

(soft dramatic music)

Again?

(door creaking)

- [David] You like embarrassing me?

Huh?

What I tell you about wearing those clothes?

Makes you look like a slut!

- [Kayla] I know. I'm so sorry!

- I told you about embarrassing me!

- I was just-- - Shut up!

(hand smacking)

- [Kayla] I'm sorry!

- [David] I don't understand why you can't

be good and just do what I say!

- I'm so sorry (cries).

- I think you want me to do this!

- I'm sorry!

- I think you like it when I'm mad.

- David, please, stop!

- Shut up!

(hand smacking)

- (wails) No, that's enough, David.

(Kayla crying)

(soft dramatic music)

- Don't disrespect me again.

(Kayla crying)

(door creaking)

(Kayla crying)

You bring this on yourself.

(Kayla crying)

(Kayla crying)

- Now, why didn't you call the police and tell them

that you were being abused?

- And raped?

- And raped, by your husband?

- I couldn't.

- Why not?

- David had money.

And lots of it.

He had resources, connections.

I couldn't trust anyone.

I was basically alone.

- Would you care for something to drink?

Coffee, water?

- Water.

- Okay. - I'll get it.

- Hm.

(handcuffs scratching)

- What about you?

How long have you been married?

- Going on 26 years.

- You still love her?

- Of course I do.

Why do you ask?

- Love seems to fade away after a while, don't you think?

- Well, like life and anything else worth having,

it takes work.

Marriage is that work that you both have

to make sure you're on top of things.

Both people.

Marriage is a two-way street.

How long were you and David married?

- Four years.

- Did you like being married?

- At first.

At first, I loved it.

(Kayla chuckling)

I thought it was everything that I wanted.

Until I realized what I wanted was a monster.

The more money David got,

the more crazy David went.

- So, do you think it was the money that made him

into the monster that he was?

- Yeah.

You see, the money unlocked the monster from his cage.

- Now you mentioned that he was seeing a young lady

while the two of you were married, a um ...

A um ...

Kim Parker.

- Yeah.

- Did she ever try to reach out to you

and tell you about her relationship with your husband?

- Once.

(soft piano music)

- Oh, shit.

(soft piano music)

- Kayla, I'm home.

Kayla, are you here?

Oh, hm, that food smells

good.

Takeout?

- I didn't have time to cook.

Tired anyways.

- You know I don't eat takeout.

- I'm sorry.

(David exhaling)

- Well at least

I have my favorite drink.

I mean, dinner's not dinner without my favorite drink.

Aint that right (chuckles)?

I said, aint that right?

- Right.

(David chuckling)

I'm gonna take care of it.

- It's okay.

I guess you're not perfect.

(phone buzzing)

- You gonna get that?

- I told them no calls while I'm on vacation.

I gotta take this.

Be right back.

Hello.

(David chattering)

Yes, I'm still coming.

Look, we made an agreement, and we're gonna stick to it.

(David whispering)

Yes, I love you.

All right, see you soon. Love you.

(door creaking)

(David sighing)

Work work work.

- So who was she?

- Someone, why?

- That's funny.

You told someone that you loved them and only them.

- Excuse me.

What'd you say?

- You know what? You're a liar.

- Excuse me.

Are you trying to start something with me today?

Huh?

That's what you want?

You trying to start something right now?

Are you trying to start something with me?

(soft dramatic music)

I want all today.

Okay?

(David groaning)

Sh sh, sh sh sh.

(Kayla coughing)

It's okay.

(suspenseful music)

Don't ever question me again.

And since you wanna start things, let's start it.

What the hell is this?

Huh?

I said what the hell is this?

- (cries) I'm pregnant.

- Pregnant.

- I'm pregnant.

- I told you I didn't want no kids.

You better fix this.

Get rid of it.

Or I'm gonna get rid of you both.

Matter of fact.

(Kayla crying)

Why don't you cool your ass off?

(Kayla crying)

(lid vibrating)

(Kayla crying)

I don't eat takeout.

(soft suspenseful music)

Cook me something.

And clean this shit up.

(Kayla crying)

(Kayla whimpering)

(container rattling)

- [Charles] Now with all of this going on,

the beatings, the abortion,

why would you stay?

I mean no rational person in their right mind

would stay in a situation like that.

No one.

- [Crystal] Why, Kayla?

Why would you stay with that monster?

- I was weak.

I was stupid.

I thought it was love.

David had all the cards.

And I had nowhere to go.

I was stuck.

- And that's what made you kill him?

- I didn't kill anyone!

- Well everything that I'm looking at here

is going back to you.

- That's because he made it look that way!

- Mm, well.

There's $8 million in a trust fund under David Johnson,

and the only name listed is a Miss Kim Harper.

That seems to me that you killed him not because he was

hurting you but because he was leaving everything

to a much younger and prettier version of you.

- Fuck you.

- That's the truth, isn't it?

- No!

- You found out that he was leaving you nothing

and he was leaving her everything.

- That's not true!

- No, you're not telling me the truth!

- I'm telling you the truth!

- I need you to tell me the damn truth!

- Detective!

- Now!

- Calm down!

She's telling the truth.

Trust me.

(soft music)

- Okay.

Let's take a break.

10 to 15 minutes, and we'll pick this back up.

- Hm, sure.

(soft music)

(chair squeaking)

- Are you coming, Detective?

- Yeah. Give me a minute.

(soft music)

Off the record?

- Off the record.

- So how'd you get away?

(soft piano music)

- You seem a little off today. Are you listening?

Kayla?

Kayla?

(soft piano music)

- I'm sorry, Doc. I heard you.

- If you heard me, what was my last question?

How has the medicine been helping you?

(soft piano music)

- The drugs?

- I meant the medicine.

- Honestly, Doc, I don't know if that's

helping or hurting me.

- So, the medicine's not helping with the hallucinations?

The nightmares?

(soft piano music)

- This nightmare that I'm living in,

can't no medicine fix that.

(soft piano music)

- (exhales) Kayla? How long have you been coming here?

- What? A couple of months now.

- Almost a year.

- I don't know.

You know, I got my days and my months a little mixed up.

Time goes by, but it's nothing serious.

- I understand that.

And I get how it can seem that way.

But if you want me to help you, you have to open up.

Be honest.

- Okay.

- I've been taking down everything you've been telling

me.

You do understand that everything we talk about

is patient confidentiality, correct?

- Yes, Doc, I know.

- Everything that you've told me about your sister

and her husband.

- What about it?

- Kayla, if you want me to help you get better,

you must trust me.

You have to open up.

Be honest.

You can trust me.

(soft piano music)

(Mark exhaling)

I knew it.

I knew it.

- I married a monster.

- How long has he been putting you through this?

- Whenever he feels like it.

If he thinks I'm flirting.

Sometimes it's the smallest things

like me not bringing him his freaking beer on time.

- Have you tried going for help?

- No. I can't, I can't do that.

- Is there not a friend that you can stay with?

- I do have a cousin, out in Houston.

She works for the city.

- Kayla, you have to get away from this

or the abuse will become murder.

Very soon.

(soft music)

- Eight Lanes?

- This is a very, very good book. I want you to read it.

- What's in it?

- Don't read it until you're in your car by yourself, okay?

- Okay.

(soft piano music)

- [Kayla] I completed the whole book.

- What did you think of it?

- It was perfect.

You know, I really resonated with the girl.

I feel like the whole thing was about me.

- I thought you might like it.

- Yeah.

I'm gonna go through with the plan.

- Are you sure?

Because there's no turning back afterwards.

- Hm.

- You have to be completely sure

that you're gonna go through with this.

- I never been more sure about nothing in my life.

- So, what's the plan?

- It's gonna happen next week.

- Do I need to be on standby?

- Yeah.

- Tell me all about it.

(soft piano music)

- [Man] Clean the area.

Now she's gonna grab her needle,

which is gonna be a butterfly.

And with the butterfly she's gonna pinch the wings.

And uncap it.

And the blood just comes out.

Then unplug the tube.

And then she'll take another one, the next one,

and take that out.

Then after that, she'll take off the tourniquet,

and tuck these into a fist.

- [Man] At first glance being a murder scene, is there?

- [Woman] No, and that's strange.

I'd sort of expect that there would be

clothes strewn across the floor

and the furniture would be upturned.

- [Man] In a modern-day investigation,

detectives would be looking for traces of DNA,

fingerprints, shoe marks,

or even tiny microscopic fibers

that could have been transferred from the clothing

of the victim to the killer or vica versa.

- All right, baby, are you sure you're gonna be okay?

I mean especially what happened a couple of weeks ago.

- Yes, baby, I'll be fine.

Look, I'm a big girl. I got this.

- All right, listen, if you want me to stay

I can cancel my trip right now

and I could stay with you, you know that.

- Look, if anything crazy happens, I'll call my sister.

- All right, listen, if anything, and I mean anything,

happens at all, you call me.

- I got it.

- I'll have one of my buddies come and check on you.

- Okay.

- Okay?

I should only be gone for about three days or so,

but hopefully only two, but I'll keep you informed.

- All right.

- All right, I love you.

(lips smacking)

- Forever and a day. - Forever and a day.

- I love you too.

- All right.

(banging)

- I'll call you as soon as I make it down there, okay?

(door closing)

All right, baby.

Whoa whoa, whoa whoa, what happened?

- Nothing, I cut myself the other day in the house.

It's okay.

- All right. You sure?

- It's okay. Yes, I'm sure, it's okay.

- All right, baby. I'll call you when I make it.

- Okay.

(engine starting)

(soft suspenseful music)

(horn honking)

(soft suspenseful music)

(latex snapping)

(suspenseful music)

(bag dragging)

(suspenseful music)

- Shit.

(suspenseful music)

- What are you doing?

- Baby, I'm just taking the trash out.

What are you doing here?

- Excuse me, what do you mean? I live here.

- I mean, did you forget something? That's all.

- Oh, yeah, I forgot my bag, but it's right there.

Need any help with that?

- No, baby, I got it.

- You sure?

- Yes, I got it.

Look, the arm is fine. I got it.

- Listen, I got it. All right?

- I don't want you to miss your flight? I got it.

- Woman, I said I got it, all right?

Damn, girl, what you got in here?

- It's just trash.

- You sure it's trash, or is it a dead body?

- Baby, it's just trash.

- Let me see. Let me see.

(phone vibrating)

Um.

Hello.

Calm down. All right, look, I'm on my way.

I'm on the way.

Okay.

Look, look, I got it.

(David straining)

(bag crashing)

Sure you're gonna be all right?

(footsteps fading)

(engine starting)

(soft suspenseful music)

(bat dragging)

(soft suspenseful music)

- You ready?

(items smashing)

(soft suspenseful music)

(flames crackling)

(soft suspenseful music)

(door closing)

- What the hell is going on? Why the damn car on fire?

- I'll explain later. We gotta get outta here.

- You got some explaining to do!

Why you running around here looking like a dam cat burglar?

And the damn car's on fire! What the hell?

- We gotta get outta here now, okay?

- Where we gonna go?

- I'll explain later, but before you take me

to Houston, I need you to do me a favor.

- What?

- I need you to take me to this address.

- Are you sure?

- Yes. Now, Erica, now.

- All right, let's go.

(soft rumbling)

(door opening)

- Kayla, I'm home.

Kayla?

Kayla!

Kayla?

Kayla!

Kayla!

(David sniffing)

(David crying)

- Erica. Erica.

- David.

- I'm so sorry.

What, no tears?

- For what?

- For your sister, Kayla.

- You can stop with those fake ass crocodile tears,

because you did this.

- Did what?

- You killed my fucking sister.

- Excuse me.

- Did I stutter, you bastard?

- Look, I think it's best that you leave my damn house now.

- (scoffs) What you gonna do? What you gonna do, David?

You gonna hit me like you hit her?

Yeah, I bet you thought we didn't know.

- No.

But I don't think you would want your mother grieving

over two of her fucking daughters instead of just one.

- You gonna get yours real soon, bitch.

- Don't you dare turn your back on--

- Put your hands on me again, one more time!

Because I aint gonna be like my sister.

I'll fucking kill your ass. You got it?

(David breathing hard)

- That's what I thought.

(plane flying overhead)

(footsteps fading)

- Sorry for your loss, my friend.

- Thank you.

- Hey, babe.

- Appreciate you coming, Lois.

- You know I'd come.

- Lois, um,

I need you to do me a solid.

- Like back in the day?

- Like back in the day.

- Thank you.

What are you proposing?

- Need you to find out what happened.

- Say less.

(cup banging)

(lips smacking)

(footsteps fading)

- Hey, James. Thank you for coming, man.

- No, no. I'm really sorry for your loss.

- Thank you.

- I'm gonna make sure I do everything in my power

to find out what happened.

- Thank you.

- Sure.

- Find out what happened to my wife.

Spare no expense.

(hand clapping)

(wind whistling)

(latch clicking)

(bag thudding)

(Kayla exhaling)

- I hope you like this house.

I know it's nothing like your last home,

but I know you'll love it here.

For your bougie ass (laughs).

I am not bougie, girl (laughs).

I also got you a cellphone. Call me when you get settled in.

Mm, I love you, Cousin.

(Kayla squealing and laughing)

Ah.

- You know, the first night in the house was perfect.

I felt like I was reborn.

A brand-new me.

(footsteps approaching)

(door opening)

- [Charles] Detective, I need to talk to you for a minute.

- Okay.

- [Charles] We'll be right back.

- (scoffs) Take your time. Aint going nowhere.

- Crystal?

- Yes.

- I need to know what side you're on.

- I'm on the side of the victim until proven guilty.

- That's not how we do things around here.

- Aren't we here to find out the truth about what happened?

- Listen, I have over 20 years' experience doing this.

I know what I'm doing.

- I never said you didn't know.

So let's quit with this bullshit,

go back in there and get what we need, so she can go home.

Oh, and Detective Wayans?

I would appreciate it if you call me

Detective Harris, not Crystal.

Got it?

(Charles laughing)

(door creaking)

(door closing)

- All right, Mrs. Johnson, let's finish this.

- Okay, Kayla. Tell us what happened next.

(rumbling)

- [Passerby] Thank you very much. Have a good day.

- Bye, you too.

(door opening)

(door closing)

- Excuse me.

- Yes, sir. How can I help you?

- I was wondering if I could speak to Mark

about a close family member of mine.

- Okay, well, Mark's at lunch right now,

and he only takes appointments.

- I see.

- I'm sorry, it's policy.

- I understand.

Do you mind if I wait for him in his office?

- Oh no, you can't do that.

- What about now?

- I'm sorry. I can't do that?

- Are you sure?

- Yeah, I'm sure.

You wanna call Mark?

- No, that's okay. Thank you very much for your time.

- No problem.

(keys clicking)

Sir?

Sir?

You cannot do that. I'm calling the police.

(soft suspenseful music)

Yes, there's someone in our building.

I asked him to leave, and he won't leave.

(rock thudding)

- [Mark] I don't know where she ...

- Nice office you have here.

Interesting file that you have on people.

- Who are you?

- How rude of me.

Where are my manners?

My name is David.

David Johnson.

- Okay, how did you get in here?

Candice?

- Candice?

I didn't see anyone at the front desk when I walked in.

So I figured I'd just help myself to your office.

- How can I help you?

- Well, I just came here to ask you

a few questions about my wife.

- Who is your wife?

- Dr. Price, we both know

who my wife is.

- Okay, that's client confidentiality.

- So,

she was seeing you?

- I don't know what you're talking about.

- Look, I'm just trying to find some answers about my wife.

That's all.

Help a brother out.

I just wanna know what happened to her.

Who would hurt her?

Who would wanna take her from me?

I'm just looking for some answers, okay?

- I can't believe you would say that to me.

- Say what?

- Who would hurt her?

Who would wanna, huh, take her from you?

You're the monster.

You were supposed to protect her, David.

So don't come to me with that bullshit, David.

- Hm (chuckles).

Well, seems I've overstayed my welcome (chuckles).

Guess I'll be going now.

Sorry to bother you.

(soft dramatic music)

- I'd rather not. See yourself out.

(Mark struggling)

(neck breaking)

(soft dramatic music)

- Thanks for the file.

(kick thudding)

(David spitting)

(traffic passing)

(keys jingling)

- Shut up!

Sneak!

Piece of shit!

Is she alive?

- I don't know what you're talking about.

- Don't fuckin' lie to me!

- I don't know what you're talking about.

- Bitch, is she alive?

Huh?

- I don't know what you're talking about!

(Erica shrieking)

- I'm not gonna fuckin' ask you again. Is she alive?

(Erica groaning)

Where is she? Where is she?

- This is for you.

And this is for me.

* Aint no sunshine when she's gone *

(knocking on door)

* Only darkness every day *

It's open!

- Hey, look, David, I got what you were asking for.

- Appreciate you, man, come on in. Have a seat.

My royal palace.

- Hey, yo, David, you probably really need

to clean this shit up around here, man.

- Yeah.

Tell me about it.

- So what's up, man? I got here as soon as possible.

- You know, I don't think she's dead.

- What you mean?

- Let's just call it a hunch,

but I don't think she's dead.

(David sighing)

David, man.

Oh, James, I fucked up, man.

I fucked up bad, man.

- You fucked up, how?

- I had to kill some people.

- (laughs) Hey, man, I know you joking, right?

- I wish I was.

But I'm dead-ass serious.

- Man, goddam, David!

I told you to let me handle it.

David, man!

- Hey look, man, I didn't have a choice.

All right?

They made me do it.

- Okay, okay, okay, stop, stop!

You know what? Put on some clothes.

We got some things we gotta go do.

- Yeah, we do.

After I finish my drink.

- No.

Now.

(David groaning)

- All right.

Whatever.

(paper rattling)

Just give me a moment.

I'll be back.

(knocking on door)

- Come in.

- [David] Hello? Mary?

- Yes, I'm Mary, and you are?

- David, David Johnson. We spoke on the phone earlier.

- Yes, Mr. Johnson. How are you?

- Doing well, and yourself?

- I'm well, thank you.

I've heard all about you. Please, have a seat.

- Thank you very much.

- So what brings you in today?

- I came here to talk to you about some business.

- Let's talk business.

- I need you to locate somebody for me.

- Okay, I'm listening.

- Her name is Kayla Natasha Brown Johnson.

She's my wife.

She was my wife.

- Kayla?

Yes, I saw it on the news, her passing.

Mr. Johnson, you have my deepest condolences.

- Listen, look, thank you for all that but

that's not what this is, all right?

I think she's still alive.

- Um, I'm sorry.

You don't believe she's dead?

Can you please elaborate?

- Look, uh,

I've talked to a few people.

- Mm-hm.

- Done some of my own research.

I went through all her things, and it just doesn't add up.

I mean all of this just doesn't make sense.

Everything that I've found points to her not being dead.

- Okay, Mr. Johnson, just so we're on the same page,

from what you've been finding out about your wife,

you believe that she faked her own death?

- Yes, I do.

Listen, listen, look. I know this sounds crazy.

- I mean, it sounds a little far-fetched.

- Listen, look.

I just have this gut feeling, all right?

I mean, deep down in here, I can feel it.

I could feel her.

I know none of this makes sense and you have no reason

to believe me, but I believe she's still alive.

I can't explain it, though, just ...

They never even found the body, okay?

I mean, they reported her dead,

but no body's ever been found, right?

Now I've asked them for weeks, for months

for everything, and still, nothing.

And I just can't accept that. I won't accept that.

- Mr. Johnson, I completely can empathize with you.

I know that you're grieving.

But, do you know what we do here?

Do you even know how much money it costs

just to take a look at your ...

- That's $25,000. That should get you started.

And I know everything.

- Yes, um, we can go ahead and get started on this today.

I'll do you one even better.

I'll have my top three associates look for her.

And if she's still alive, they'll find her.

I can promise you that.

- That's perfect. That's good news.

Here.

It's $100,000 right there.

25,000 for each of the three people

you have on your case.

The other 25,000 is for you.

An additional 75,000 for the one who finds her first.

With an additional 5,000 just for compensation today.

Do we have a deal?

- Mr. Johnson--

- David, please.

- David, excuse me.

Not only do we have a deal,

but I'd say we have,

we have a deal.

You'll be hearing from me soon.

- Great, thank you for your time.

- Yes.

(door closing)

Hey.

I got a job for you.

Yeah. A big one.

Huge (laughs).

(Kayla humming)

(knocking on door)

(knocking on door)

- Hello, ma'am, would you like to buy some chips today?

- I don't have any cash at the moment.

- You know what? This one's on the house, ma'am.

- Oh, thank you.

Look, how about you come back tomorrow

and I'll give you double, sounds great?

- Yes, ma'am. Sounds great.

Enjoy the rest of your day. Bye.

- Bye.

- Thank you, sir.

- Excuse me, excuse me. Lady, how you doing?

- Can I help you?

- Yeah, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you.

Is the man of the house home?

- Excuse me.

- My name is Morris Willis, okay.

I run Morris Willis Landscaping Company.

I'm responsible for a lotta lawns in the neighborhood.

- Okay.

- And I wanted to stop by to introduce myself and

possibly see if I can cut your yard.

(soft piano music)

- That's really not necessary at the moment.

- By the way, what's your name?

- Kendra.

(soft piano music)

- Look, Kendra, I'm an entrepreneur, okay?

And I'm just trying to make an honest living

to take care of my mama, that's all.

I can cut your grass for about a month.

Water your plants. Pick up your leaves.

Anything to prove to you that I'm the man for the job.

I won't disappoint you. I promise.

- I understand, but now is really really not a good time.

I'm sorry.

(soft piano music)

- Look, just in case you change your mind.

If you change your mind.

(soft piano music)

- Wait.

(soft piano music)

- Yep.

- We have a deal.

- That's great.

Cool, um, how about I start tomorrow?

I can come back, around three or four?

- That'll work.

- Cool.

Well, thank you, and pleasure meeting you, Kendra.

(soft jazz music)

- Damn.

I'm, I'm, I'm gonna call you back.

(soft jazz music)

Pretty hot out here, huh?

- Yeah, it is. Pretty hot.

- Want a glass of lemonade?

- You know, I could use something

a little bit more than lemonade.

A tall one and some air conditioning.

- Okay, but make it quick.

- Yes, ma'am.

(soft jazz music)

(liquid pouring)

- So what you got going on?

- Uh-huh.

- This is good.

- I know. And you're really thirsty.

Want some more?

- Mm.

Please, if you don't mind. Thank you.

(liquid pouring)

I see you got your hammer out.

Planning on hanging up some things around here?

Need some help?

- Yeah, but, no, I got it.

- You sure?

- Yeah, I'm sure.

- Okay.

So how long you been living here?

- Why'd you ask?

- I just haven't seen you around here before,

and I'm pretty familiar with everybody in the neighborhood.

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

I've been living here my entire life, born and raised.

I'm just a in-the-house-type person. That's all.

- Okay.

All right.

(water running)

(glass clattering)

Well, well.

I appreciate the hospitality.

The lemonade was really good.

- You're welcome.

- Oh, man, I love those paintings.

- Yeah, I painted those myself.

- Really?

Cool.

All right, well, I gotta get back to work.

- All right.

Hey, I'm sorry if I come off a bit rude.

I mean, it's just that I've been having

a rough couple of months, that's all.

- Hey, don't mention it. You know.

Sometimes I'm a bit more nosy than I should be, so.

- Yeah (laughs).

- Watch it. Don't do that.

- But it's okay. Trust me, it's me this time.

- I got it.

Hey, you know what?

- What?

- What are you doing tomorrow?

I would love to take you out.

And if not, if you are busy, we can go out some other time.

- It's not that, it's just that--

- Hey look, don't mention it. Maybe another time.

I'll get back to work.

(soft music)

- Oh.

(soft music)

Where did you have in mind?

(soft music)

(knocking on door)

(soft music)

- Hoo.

(knocking on door)

(soft music)

- Wow.

You look amazing.

- Thank you.

- I've got some things to do.

Mm.

That was fun, right?

- It was.

- Yeah, it was real fun, real fun.

And by the way, I'm really sorry.

- It's okay.

- No more Ferris wheels, right?

- Ever (laughs).

- Ever, ever ever.

Well, this is the end of our date, you're home safe.

- I am.

- Hopefully we can do this again soon.

Hopefully.

- You know, if you want, I can come inside,

make sure things are safe, you know.

- Things are safe.

- All right, cool.

- Have a good night.

- You too.

(Morris sighing)

- Mm (chuckles).

(Kayla crying)

No, he's not real. No, it can't be.

- Hey, Kayla, you all right in there?

(soft music)

Hey, Kayla, I'm coming in.

(soft jazz music)

- Whoa, you gotta watch these steps

- You better not drop me.

- No, I'm not gonna drop you. I'm not gonna drop you.

How's that?

- Well, you didn't drop me.

- Uh-huh. I'm outta breath, though.

I really had a great time with you.

- So did I.

- Yeah, this was cool.

- Yeah.

- Hoping we can do it again.

- Hopefully soon.

- Oh boy, I like how that sound.

(Kayla laughing)

Well, mm-hm.

Oh.

(Morris sighing)

(soft jazz music)

(lips smacking)

(soft jazz music)

You been eating strawberries?

(soft jazz music)

So, what do we do now? Where do we go from here?

- I guess I can invite you in this time.

- Oh, you guess you can invite me?

- (laughs) Come on.

- I'm getting invited in? Is that right?

(soft jazz music)

- I like you.

- (inhales) I like you too.

Let me guess. You're getting ready to kick me out now.

I knew it was coming. I knew it was on the way.

- (laughs) Not yet.

- Oh, not yet (chuckles).

- Look, um, I know we been dating for a while now.

But, uh,

I haven't been completely honest with you.

- Okay.

- My name isn't Kendra.

- I figured that.

- What do you mean?

- Well I saw you in the grocery store one day,

and I was screaming your name out top of my lungs, Kendra.

I mean, loud. I can almost ...

I mean loud. I could have woke up the dead.

Maybe you had your earbuds in or something, but

you didn't budge.

You didn't even turn around.

- There's more.

- There's more?

(Morris sighing)

Okay.

- I wasn't born and raised in this house either.

This is my cousin house and

she let me stay here for a while.

She didn't just let me stay here for a while.

- Okay, hold up but, are you on the run

from the mob or something?

Or you stole some money or killed somebody?

Come on.

You're serious?

Oh my God. What is that?

- It was a knife.

- Who did that to you?

- My ex-husband.

- He's in jail rotting right now, right?

- No.

He tried to kill me, so I escaped.

- Baby, baby, baby, listen listen.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry you had to go through that.

You don't deserve to have something like that happen to

you.

- I didn't wanna lie anymore.

I've been lied to my whole life, and uh,

I don't wanna be like them.

- I know. I know, okay.

Listen.

You with me now. You're safe.

No one's ever gonna hurt you, ever again. I promise.

- I believe you.

I believe you.

(lips smacking)

(Kayla crying)

(Morris exhaling)

- All right, I'm heading out.

(dog barking)

- I really appreciate you telling me your story last

night.

You're a beautiful woman that deserves to be treated right.

I'll see you later.

Morris.

(Kayla laughing)

- Are you sure?

Send me a picture.

I just got it.

I'm gonna call you back.

(David screaming)

(soft jazz music)

(phone ringing)

- [Kayla] Hey, Handsome.

- [Morris] I can't stop thinking about you.

- Same here.

- Am I gonna see you later tonight?

- Mm, let me think about it.

- Let you think about it, okay. Here's my drums.

(Morris imitates drumroll)

(Kayla laughing)

- Okay, okay, you can come over.

- Yeah, that's what I'm talking about.

Listen, how about I bring some food and wine?

We can have a romantic dinner and watch something scary.

How's that sound?

- I might just have some dessert for you.

- Oh, really?

Damn, I can't wait.

- Okay, well, I have to go.

I have some things I need to take care of.

I need to go to the store to get a few things

before my cousin comes home tomorrow.

- That sounds good. Sounds good.

Hey, I'm gonna finish the job but I'll see you around ...

- Eight PM?

- Eight PM it is then.

- Hey.

One more thing.

- Yeah, what's up?

- I'm happy you're part of my life. Thank you.

- Wow, I wasn't expecting you to say that.

Well, you're very welcome.

- Bye.

- Okay, I'll talk to you later. Bye.

You know, I should be charging your ass double.

(dramatic music)

(money thudding)

- I put a little something extra in there for you.

So tell me,

is anybody else living with her, or coming to see her?

- She said she's renting a room from her cousin,

but I never see anybody else there.

- Good.

- You know, I should be giving you a discount.

- Why's that?

- For a woman that just left her husband,

she definitely wasn't shy

about having sex with somebody new.

I see why you went crazy over that bitch.

Big old freak.

Oh, man, she does things that, well, you know (laughs).

She does this thing with her mouth.

Man, it's just, whew. I could hardly contain myself.

I get crazy when I think about it.

(gun firing)

(Morris groaning)

- Don't disrespect my wife again.

- You motherfucker (gasps).

(elbow striking)

(Morris groaning)

You can't shoot me, you mother.

Come on, you can't shoot me.

- Oh really?

Why's that?

(gun clicking)

(soft dramatic music)

- Because I'm a cop.

You son of a bitch.

- Not anymore.

(Morris groaning)

(silenced gun firing)

(suspenseful music)

(soft suspenseful music)

(music stopping)

(soft music)

(latch clicking)

(latch clicking)

- Her paintings.

(water running)

(book thudding)

(suspenseful music)

Home sweet home (laughs).

Can't escape me, my love.

(dramatic music)

(water running)

(dramatic music)

(water running)

(water draining)

- [Kayla] Morris, baby, is that you?

The food smells good.

(soft suspenseful music)

- Forever and a day.

Remember.

Yeah.

Pearls.

Your favorite.

Never forget.

(David whispering)

You think you can run away from me,

and I wouldn't find you?

We're connected.

You know that.

Til death do us part.

Remember?

(soft dramatic music)

Smell you.

(soft dramatic music)

(David whispering)

(David groaning)

(David groaning)

(David groaning)

Kill you. I'll kill you!

(David groaning)

You little bitch!

(David groaning)

(gun clicking)

You thought I wouldn't find you?

You thought you could run from me?

You're my wife.

(Kayla spitting)

(soft suspenseful music)

(Kayla moaning)

Yeah.

Til death

do us part.

I knew you was alive. Forever and a day.

Remember?

(hammer striking)

Bitch!

(soft suspenseful music)

- [Operator] 911, state your emergency.

- Help, I have an intruder in my home trying to kill me.

- [Operator] Where is the intruder?

Is he by himself? Can you see him?

(Kayla whimpering)

- I need help.

- I am dispatching a officer to your location.

Please try and find a place to hide.

Officers are on their way.

- [David] Kayla, put the gun down.

- [Operator] Ma'am?

Ma'am?

(David laughing)

- You're not gonna shoot me.

- Don't move.

- I love you, Kayla.

- I said don't fuckin' move.

- And you still love me.

Forever and a day, remember?

(soft suspenseful music)

You're mine.

Do you hear that?

You're mine!

(gun firing)

(soft suspenseful music)

(music stopping)

- Thank you. That's all, Kayla.

- Excuse me, Detective.

- We're done here. I have everything I need.

- No no, one moment. We are not done yet.

- Actually, partner, we are. And so are you.

- What the hell are you talking about?

- You know, you should keep better track

of your officers, sir.

And I bet you when we go through this phone,

we're gonna find some interesting conversations

between you and Officer Morris.

And with David.

- This isn't over with. Do you hear me?

- Get yo ass up outta here.

- [Officer] Detective Wayans,

the chief wants to speak with you.

- This some bullshit.

(soft music)

(handcuffs clicking)

(soft music)

(Crystal laughing)

- Finally free.

- Free at last.

- I love you, Cousin.

- I know, but I love you too.

- And please tell auntie I'm so sorry about her house.

- Mm-mm, you gonna tell her because she says

she gonna kick your ass when she see you.

- It's okay, I'll just give her one of my paintings.

You know, she loves my paintings.

- This is true. This is true.

- So you're cooking tonight, right?

- Hell no, it's your turn. And you washing the dishes.

- What?

- Yes.

- All right, I got it.

(Crystal laughing)

- Come on.

(soft dramatic music)