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(adventurous music)

(intense music)

(tense music)

(scissors scraping)

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(tense music) (footsteps approaching)

(woman screaming) (scissors scraping)

(Sadie) They offered me an internship.

They said I don't have enough experience for a paid position.

How am I supposed to get any experience

if no one will hire me to get some.

I'm sorry, baby.

I know this is frustrating,

and I know how much you were hoping for this one,

but maybe you should consider the internship,

just to get your foot in the door.

You don't have a lot of expenses right now, living at home.

Except for the $50,000 I owe in student debt.

So you stay for a while until you get your feet under you.

Thank you, mum. I appreciate that.

This is just the last place I thought it would be

at this point in my life.

Mid twenties and forced to move back home.

Just want to work in something that starts my actual career.

I feel like I'm going nowhere, fast.

Something else will come along. Something great.

I'm gonna go decompress.

(melancholy music)

(knocking on door)

Hey, kiddo. How you doing? You want to grab some sushi?

It always cheers you up.

(phone ringing)

Hello?

Yes, this is she.

Yeah, of course I've heard of them.

Um, tomorrow. Yes, absolutely.

I'll be there. Thank you.

That was the placement agency.

I have an interview first thing tomorrow at Fabulique.

(mum gasps) - Wow. Even I know that name.

I don't believe it. They're one of my favourite designers.

They said it was an executive assistant position,

but that the applicant would need design knowledge.

Sounds like you're perfect for it.

I wonder if it's working for her.

Claudia Moreau? She's a legend.

She's an icon in the industry.

I don't know what to wear.

I told you something great would come along.

(upbeat music)

# I feel lovely #

# Makin' this year, makin' # this year... #

(elevator dinging)

Hi, I'm Sadie Raskin.

I have an interview at 10:30.

Thanks.

(tense music)

(woman crying)

(phone beeping)

Miss Moreau will see you now.

Please tell me you're not going to cry like the last one.

You make one constructive criticism

and whoop, there go the water works.

Um, Miss Morrow, I'm Sadie Raskin.

Um, here, let me do this.

I used to be a barista to pay for school.

One sprinkle of sweetener.

Normally the previous assistant would train you,

but whatever her name is just stopped showing up.

No call, no angry, "I hate you and I quit," email,

for which I've had my share.

Which is highly unprofessional

and all too common for your generation.

Maybe something happened to her?

I could be so lucky.

Hm.

I have a jam packed day, and the last thing I wanted

was to be interviewing another assistant,

and yet, here we are.

My alma mater, The Fashion Institute.

Yes, I graduated top of my class,

and I actually won the spring fashion show

two years in a row.

You were actually a huge part of why I went there.

That school should cut me in on their tuition,

considering all the wannabes that I've inspired to go there.

Your duties here would be

to entirely facilitate my work and life.

Fielding calls, running errands,

scheduling my appointments, getting my coffee.

A skill you've just proven you're somewhat capable of.

It's 24/7.

Anything and everything I need.

Yes, that all sounds great. I'm definitely capable.

-I'll be honest with you, Stacy. -Sadie.

I demand perfection and devotion.

This job is high stress and high reward.

You'll be interacting with the highest level

of fashion designers and trendsetters in the world.

This job is highly coveted.

A job some would kill for.

(ominous music)

Metaphorically speaking.

So, convince me.

How do I know you won't be spending your lunch hour

crying in the bathroom like the last one,

or the one before that, or the one before that?

I understand the responsibilities

that come with working for an icon like yourself.

And it would be an honour just to have the opportunity to-

Wait, stop, stop, stop, stop. Try that again.

With a little less sucking up.

I would hate to disappoint the woman

who knew she wanted more and did something about it.

You're one of the biggest fashion models in the world.

You could have done anything you wanted.

You could have walked off the runway and disappeared,

or started yet another modelling agency.

Instead, you took everything you created

and built an empire, your empire, your way.

And if you'll permit me just little sucking up,

everything you've accomplished has been a huge inspiration on me.

So there is fire in there after all.

My daughter was the same.

OK, you got your shot.

Really? Thank you. Thank you so much.

You won't regret it, I promise.

That remains to be seen.

Have the fashion-blind desk-monkey in front take you to HR.

There's an NDA to sign. Standard stuff.

I'm sure you understand.

Yes, definitely. Thank you so much, Miss Moreau.

Oh no, it's Claudia. You work for me, it's Claudia.

Last thing I need is for you to make me feel even older.

I hate that almost as much as my ex-husband, or my second.

OK, Claudia it is. Thank you so much.

Never linger darling, it's unbecoming.

(ominous music)

(mum) I am so proud of you.

I have nothing to wear.

What about this?

This is your go-to for special events.

It has to be high fashion, mum.

We should celebrate.

(mum) Go to dinner.

I'm sorry, I just, I don't want to jinx it, OK?

Let me get past my first week. Claudia is tough.

-What's this? -Um, an NDA.

I have to sign it before I start.

(tense music)

This seems pretty extensive.

She said it was standard.

Just a non-compete agreement, privacy clauses.

She just wants to make sure I don't leak her designs to other companies.

Well, we should probably have a lawyer look at it.

Mum, a lawyer, seriously?

You know how competitive fashion is.

I do, but this is more about her than her designs.

It prevents you from talking to the press, posting online.

I'm not even sure that this part is legal.

Did you ever read it?

Mum, she's a public figure.

I'm gonna have access to her entire life.

She wants to make sure I don't spill any secrets about her to the press.

It just seems a little invasive.

OK, do you want me to not sign it and miss out on all this?

Of course not. I just think that-

OK then, here.

Done.

Mum, can you please just be happy for me?

This is huge.

I am.

Congratulations.

Thank you.

(phone ringing)

Hi, Claudia Moreau's office.

No, she's on a call right now, but I can have her return your call.

OK.

Great, OK.

(phone ringing)

Hi, Claudia Moreau's office.

Um, yes. I have that number for you right here,

if you could just give me one minute.

Hello?

(phone ringing)

Hi, Claudia Moreau's office.

Uh, yes, she knows about that. Um, you're on her schedule.

OK. Uh, thanks.

OK, bye.

(Sadie sighs)

(phone ringing)

Hi, Claudia Moreau's office.

(static buzzing)

Hello?

(tense music)

Is anyone there?

(ominous music)

Who is this?

(tense music)

Tell her Julius is here for our 11.

Julius Stone.

Oh, sorry. Um, Mr. Stone. Yes, right away.

You're the new Kleenex.

I'm sorry?

Don't take it personally.

That's what we call all Claudia's assistants

'cause she goes through them like tissues.

Why do you think your email says assistant, and not your name?

'Cause she'd be changing it every week, child.

Don't take it the wrong way, sunshine.

It's not you, it's her.

That's why none of us ever learn your names.

I'm Sadie.

Ooh, enchante, Sadie.

(Claudia) Julius!

- Oh, so good to see you. - Oh, looking good, girl.

Thank you, you as well. You're looking wonderful.

- Mm. - Love the bag.

(Claudia) Oh, Sadie, grab us some of those scones I love at the bakery.

(Claudia) I'm headed home. You should, too.

OK, uh, sure. Goodnight.

Adequate job today.

Thanks.

Tomorrow, do more with that.

- With what? - Your attire?

What about it?

Just, everything. Try harder.

(tense music)

(ominous music)

(feet scraping)

(can rattling)

(ominous music)

Hello?

Is somebody there?

(engine revving)

(tyres screeching)

(Sadie panting)

-Right, I know, slow down. -Probably a good idea.

You should be more careful where you walk.

(tyres screeching)

I will.

(ominous music)

Wow, late night.

No kidding. My brain is fried.

I don't think I remember driving home.

First days are like that.

Everything is new. Let me grab you some dinner.

So tell me about it. What was your day like?

There is so much to learn.

Oh, give yourself some time, you'll get it down.

(calming music)

Welcome to the grind, baby.

(ominous music)

(computer dinging)

(tense music)

(footsteps approaching)

Sadie, is everything OK?

(Sadie sighs)

Yeah.

I've gotten a few calls today.

Weird ones where they don't say anything.

And I just got this email.

Oh.

Looks like someone's upset you got the job over them.

The calls were probably just wrong numbers.

Maybe, I've had my share of obsessive fans over the years.

You mean like stalkers?

One of the costs of being in the public eye.

As you are finding out the hard way.

Let me know if it persists, OK?

OK.

Oh, yes.

I made you an appointment with my stylist tomorrow.

-Your stylist? -Just to freshen you up.

Make whatever this is work better.

You represent me now. We have an image to maintain.

Sergio will see you at 11.

(tense music)

(Claudia) Sadie, would you come in here?

Something wrong?

-Would you care to explain this? -It's a tabloid magazine-

I know what it is! Why is that in there?

Him. With her.

-I don't understand. -Do you even know who he is?

That is my ex who left me for her after I introduced them.

I'm sorry, I didn't know that.

It is your job to know!

One of your many responsibilities

is to shield and isolate me from things that might upset me.

Things that might make me lose focus with my work

or distract me for more important things.

Well this, this, this upsets me!

God! You're all the same.

Every single one of you, snapping and flaunting your bodies.

Stealing all the good men.

Do you really think that they're interested in you, huh?

Do you?

In you underdeveloped millennial, gen Z brain.

All they want is your tight little body.

(Claudia laughs)

Until the next one comes along.

Claudia, I'm really sorry, I just-

You're sorry? That's all you can say for yourself, you're sorry?

I'm in hell because of you,

and all you can muster off is that you're sorry!

And I plan to make sure that you're in hell with me!

(Sadie panting)

Claudia I, I promise that this won't happen again.

Get out.

Get out, get out!

Look what you made me do!

(Claudia) All of this!

It's 'cause of you!

(tense music)

You're up early.

I couldn't sleep.

Is everything OK?

A resignation letter? Already?

I don't know what else to do.

Mum, yesterday, Claudia lost it.

She was crazed.

Screaming at me for not cutting out photos

of her ex-boyfriend in a tabloid magazine.

Whoa, that's terrible.

I guess we know why she goes through so many assistants.

Are you sure that quitting is the best idea?

You said this job was a big deal.

It is.

Mum, she was out of control.

I don't think she's very stable.

I get it, I just,

I don't want you to lose out on such a great opportunity.

You should give a two week notice.

Two weeks?

Mum, you didn't see her.

But this way, you're the professional one.

You'll do what's best.

(tense music)

(Claudia) Sadie, could you come in here for a moment?

I wanted to apologise for yesterday.

My behaviour was inexcusable and totally unprofessional.

I'm so embarrassed.

I'm truly sorry.

I hope you can forgive me.

It's OK.

No, it's not.

That picture just set me off,

but that's not an excuse and it's not OK, ever.

So, to make it up to you,

I would like to pay off your student loans.

What?

It's the least I can do for putting you through my outburst.

Now I don't know how much you owe.

Bring your statement in the morning

and I'll have accounting take care of it.

I can't let you do that.

Of course you can. I want to.

I know working for me is not easy.

Yesterday was proof enough of that, and you're doing a great job.

Trying really hard.

Don't think that I don't see that.

I don't know what to say.

That you accept my apology is fine.

Apology accepted.

Thank you.

Is that for me?

No.

(mum) She what?

She said she was going to pay them off.

All of them.

That's unbelievable.

I know, it's great.

She says she wanted to make up for her reaction yesterday.

You don't find that a little odd?

Are you kidding? It's amazing.

All of that money I owed, and she's washing it away with a single check.

I just think that this is a little off,

like maybe she's trying to buy your forgiveness or your silence.

No, she was super apologetic.

She knows how out of line she was yesterday.

I just don't want her thinking that you owe her something in return.

I thought you'd be happy for me.

I am. I am, I just...

I gotta go. I'll talk to you later.

(Elena) She's already started changing you.

Sorry, do I know you?

She does it to all of us.

I think you have me confused with someone else.

Claudia, your new boss.

(tense music)

How do you know that?

She can't help herself.

She changes us.

You, me, all of us.

Makes us like her.

Are you the one who has been calling the office

and sending me emails?

What happened to Lexi?

I don't know anyone named Lexi.

The assistant before you.

She quit.

Are you sure?

Who told you that? Was it her?

She's a liar. She is not who she claims to be.

She twists the truth up to get in your head.

She makes you confused.

Stop it.

The calls, the emails, all of it,

or I'm calling the police.

She's dangerous!

You have to quit before it's too late.

Let go of me. Stay away from me.

Ask Lexi. Go ahead, ask her!

If you can find her!

(intense music)

Look at you. So much better.

-You think? -I know.

You look more like yourself everyday.

(tense music)

(phone beeping)

(phone ringing)

(Lexi) Hi, it's Lexi. Sing your song at the beep.

(voicemail beeping)

(voicemail) The mailbox you are calling is full.

Please hang up and try again later.

(phone beeping)

Oh my, I totally lost track at the time.

Wow, you're right.

We'll pick this up in the morning.

Goodnight.

(tense music)

My car.

(Claudia) Oh, how awful. Who would do this?

Drug addicts, probably.

I guess I should call a tow and a ride.

That'll take hours. Come on, I'll give you a ride.

No, I can't ask you to do that.

I insist. It's already late.

In fact, you'll stay with me tonight

and I'll bring you back in the morning.

And that way we both get our rest.

What about my car?

You can call and get it towed in the morning.

Not like anyone's gonna steal it now.

Wow, this is amazing.

I like to think so, too.

Oh, look at you.

You were so beautiful.

I like to think I still am.

Oh no, I didn't mean that you weren't.

Of course you didn't.

Um, so, uh, do you have a guestroom?

Not anymore. I converted them into studios years ago.

You can use my daughter's room.

Oh no, I couldn't.

It's not like she'll mind. She's dead.

Sure you knew that, it was all over the news.

No, I did. Um, I just...

She took her own life, it's not like she needs the room.

And well, the couch would just be so uncouth.

Mum, I'm fine, I swear. I'll come home tomorrow after work.

(mum) Who would do that to your car?

I don't know. Probably someone looking for something to steal.

There must be security cameras.

You should have them checked.

It's a good idea. I'll ask tomorrow.

Are you sure you don't want me to come and get you?

No, I'm fine. It's just creepy.

I don't think anyone's touched this room since she died.

God, that's awful. I can't imagine what she went through.

I mean, how do you get over something like that?

Honestly, I don't think she has.

I'm exhausted, I'll call you tomorrow. Love you.

I love you, too. Goodnight, baby.

(tense music)

(ominous music)

-(Sadie gasps) -Claudia!

Sorry to scare you.

I called out to see if you needed anything, but you didn't answer.

Oh really? I didn't hear you.

Oh, well the shower must have drowned me out. You're up early.

Yeah, I was gonna go home and got some clothes.

Don't be ridiculous, that'll take hours.

No, no, no, follow me.

You're about the same size.

Yeah, Rebecca went through a heavier phase, too,

but I'm sure there's something in here that will fit.

Oh no, I couldn't.

Of course you can.

Why, you certainly can't wear yesterday's clothes,

and you work for me now.

We have an image to maintain.

These are really high-end designers.

Some of them still have tags on them.

Well, make sure you cut them off before wearing them.

Are you sure that this is OK?

I know it hasn't been very long since your daughter died.

I,

obviously she won't be needing these anymore,

and well I just, I didn't have it in me to donate them.

Oh, it would be a pity to let them go to waste.

-Don't you agree? -I guess, yeah.

Oh, great, then it's settled. Pick something nice.

Oh, I forgot. I am not going straight into the office today.

I have a meeting this morning.

Oh, that's fine. I can take a ride share.

No, just grab one of the extra cars in the garage.

You'll need something to drive

while yours is getting fixed and junked or whatever.

Really?

I told you working for me has its perks.

(lively music)

Whoa.

(car beeping)

What'd you do to piss him off?

Who?

Your ex.

Nothing, why?

I deal with this kind of stuff every day.

This,

it wasn't a break-in.

It's targeted, personal.

So whoever it was that did this,

they're pissed at you about something.

Hey, you called.

(Sadie) Is that why you did it, to get me to call you?

Did what? What are you talking about?

My car. Was it you?

-Whoa, what happened to your car? -Someone trashed it.

-Are you all right? -Yeah, I'm fine.

I was at work when it happened.

(Vince) Sadie, why would I do that?

(Sadie) I don't know, 'cause you're mad.

At myself, sure.

Well, who else would it be?

Maybe someone new you're seeing that's jealous.

Sadie, no, I'm not seeing anybody new.

I couldn't imagine that, at this point.

I feel bad this had to happen for you to call,

but it's really nice to hear from you.

-I miss you. -I miss you, too.

Maybe we should get together, talk?

Maybe.

-I gotta go. -(Vince) Sure.

No, really, my boss is coming. Talk to you later.

Yes, a vast improvement.

(Sadie) How was your meeting?

Overwhelming.

They moved up the deadline for the new designs and asked

that I meet the investors in New York this weekend.

So I'll need you to book that ASAP.

And you'll need to house sit while I'm gone.

House sit? Really?

Just one of the perks of the job.

And most importantly, you'll be doing something for me.

Yes, definitely.

I'll go get your calendar.

Whoa.

You like?

Yeah, I just honestly didn't recognise you at first.

I made some changes.

More than some.

Were they your idea or your boss'?

Oh um, well the hair was her idea.

The clothes belonged to her daughter.

First you sleep in her bed and now you're wearing her clothes.

And I think I'm driving her car.

This morning, when her death came up,

Claudia had the strangest reaction.

It's like she didn't recall it at first.

Like I'd reminded her that she died.

I'm gonna put these upstairs.

Dinner will be ready in an hour.

-Oh, I can't stay. -You can't stay? You just got here.

I know, but I told Claudia I would house sit

while she was gone this weekend.

So she has you're working all weekend as well?

Mum, hardly call staying at her mansion work.

First student loans. Now the clothes, the car.

Don't you think this is just a little much?

They're perks of the job.

Oh, is that how she describes them?

Yes. What is so wrong with that?

Why can't you just be happy for me?

I am happy for you, but I am also concerned.

About what?

It's high fashion, I have to look a certain way.

And that means changing your entire appearance?

I hardly recognised you when you walked in.

It's like she's trying to make you into someone else.

She is, her assistant,

which means I have a certain image to maintain.

What is so wrong with that?

There is something off here and it scares me that you don't see it.

Maybe this is who I've always been

and you just didn't see it because we couldn't afford it.

Sorry, I didn't mean that.

I think you did.

You just don't understand.

But Claudia does?

I gotta go.

(ominous music)

Who hasn't this woman dated?

(tense music)

(window rattling)

(ominous music)

(house alarm blaring)

(intense music)

(alarm console beeping)

- (Sadie gasping) -(tense music)

Hello?

Anybody there?

(phone ringing)

Claudia.

(Claudia) I got a call from a security company.

They said the alarm went off.

Yeah, the back door was open. I don't know why.

The cleaning people were there today.

They probably left it unlocked and the wind took it.

Cleaning people, right.

Everything else OK?

Yeah, um, yeah, that just really scared me.

OK.

Well you might want to check all the doors.

Sometimes they forget.

Uh, yeah, definitely, I'll do that.

OK then, goodnight.

Night.

Hi, I have a favour to ask you.

(Sadie) Come in.

Thank you so much for coming.

Of course. I'm happy to be here.

Look at you.

Wow, you look great.

-Want to go inside? -Yeah, yeah.

Uh, lead the way.

(Vince) New boss? (Sadie) Yeah.

(Vince) Somebody loves themselves.

(Sadie) No idea.

This place is off the hook.

Perks of the job.

Good for you.

Oh, I come bearing food.

Is this Lo Pan's?

Your favourite.

I figured we can finally do that meal we've been avoiding.

I'm sorry about calling like this.

Don't, apologise.

I just got freaked out.

The motion lights went on and the alarm went off,

and I checked and the back door was open.

Claudia said that it was probably just the cleaning

leaving the door unlocked and the wind took it,

but I checked just in case.

OK then, that's it.

Thank you, really.

It just, really freaked me out.

Hey, look, there's nothing to worry about now.

We should probably eat before it gets cold.

Gotta be honest,

I've never seen someone hang so many pictures of themselves.

This job really seems to suit you.

Yeah.

I guess.

What?

Ever since I started, weird things have been happening.

Like I've been getting these phone calls

where the caller doesn't say anything,

and I've gotten a few emails warning me,

but feel a little more like threats.

And then the thing with my car.

-Did you talk to the cops? -Not yet.

I plan to. I don't know, I didn't want to make waves with Claudia.

She can be unpredictable.

You said this job was a big deal, right?

-Yeah. -OK.

Maybe it's just one of the other applicants

who's jealous you got the job over them.

That's exactly what Claudia said.

OK then, I am starving.

She does own plates, right?

Uh, maybe.

Whoa.

Have you seen these?

No.

I don't go through other people's things.

Sadie, these are serious drugs.

Valium.

(Vince) Diazepam?

This one's an anti-psychotic.

Are you sure she's OK?

They're all made out to her.

(alarm console beeping)

(ominous music)

(tense music)

Vince?

(Vince) My bad. I spilled the tomato juice.

I, wanted to make you a bloody Mary.

Since when do you make me breakfast?

Maybe since I realised some of the mistakes that I've made.

But, since I spilled it, there's only enough for one.

Well, we can share.

-Good morning. -Good morning.

(Sadie gasps) Claudia!

-Sorry to interrupt. -You're back.

See you've made yourself at home.

We didn't hear you come in.

-The alarm was off. -Off?

No, I definitely turned that on last night.

You must be the ex, or maybe not anymore.

Uh, I'm Vince.

Claudia Moreau.

It's a pleasure.

Me too.

Claudia, you're back early.

Said you were coming back Sunday.

Right. Uh, and then I remembered I had this banquet tonight

that I absolutely have to attend.

-I cleared her calendar. -It's for a dear friend.

So I'm gonna need you to head to the warehouse to get a dress.

Yeah, of course.

Pick out something for yourself as well.

Unless of course you have other plans.

No, I would love to come. Thank you.

You might want to put some clothes on first.

Um, right. I'm gonna go do that.

Yeah.

(tense music)

(plastic shuffling)

Hi, I'm just getting something for Claudia.

(ominous music)

Hello?

Who's there?

I saw you.

(intense music)

(Sadie gasping)

(Sadie) You! Stay away from me.

-Whoa, I'm not gonna hurt you. -Then why are you following me?

To warn you.

I'm Elena. I was Claudia's assistant back before, before Lexi.

So what, you want your old job back?

No, never. I would never go back.

I had to quit before something happened,

and it still didn't stop right away.

What didn't?

The phone calls, the texts,

the figures outside my house in the middle of the night.

You're driving her car.

That means yours got vandalised, too. She did it.

To make you need her, that's what she does.

She lures us in. She gives us things we need.

New clothes, new cars, new hair, money.

But really she is just making us into her daughter.

The one she killed.

Killed? No, no, no. Claudia's daughter, she-

It wasn't a suicide. She shoved her off that cliff.

And now she's making us, her assistants, into her.

It's some crazy form of guilt. I don't know.

No. No, she could've-

You've seen her behaviour, right?

Her outbursts, her sudden changes in moods, the meds.

She's dangerous, crazy.

Abusing us the same way she abused her own child.

She is nice one minute and then the moment you disappoint her,

she switches.

And then we get shoved, too.

(door opening)

She's here.

-(Sadie gasps) -She can't help herself.

You're next. Quit, before it's too late.

(intense music)

(Claudia) Sadie, are you here?

-Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm here. -Oh, it's about time.

I could have designed and sewn a whole new gown in the time that took.

This one on top.

You got the right one, I hope.

Yes, I double checked.

(Claudia) Exactly what took so long?

Uh, there was, it wasn't where you said it was gonna be.

(Claudia) Ugh, one of my former assistants must've mis-racked it.

Idiots, all of them.

(ominous music)

(Claudia) No, you got the wrong one!

What? No!

Well obviously it is wrong because it doesn't fit.

No, that's impossible. That's the only one you described in that size.

Well it's wrong. Want to know why it's wrong?

Because you can't do anything right.

Nothing. Rebecca, I asked you to do one simple thing.

I'm Sadie.

Sadie, Rebecca, Bozo the Clown. What does it matter?

You're all useless.

I don't even know how you function in your daily life.

Nevermind, I'll just wear this one.

But that one-

Did you say something?

No, nevermind.

I'll see you Monday in the office.

(ominous music)

(sirens blaring)

(officer) Drop the keys to the vehicle.

Step out with your hands above your head.

What is going on?

They're saying the car I was driving was reported stolen.

Stolen?

That doesn't make any sense.

Finally reached your boss. She confirmed your story.

She's on her way in to give a statement.

All charges will be dropped then?

There's another problem.

(Wright) These were found in the vehicle.

What? No, that's not possible.

But you recognise them.

Yes, they're my boss's, from her house.

What exactly are you implying, Detective?

I'm just presenting the evidence.

I did not take these.

They were planted. You have to believe me.

I want to, especially since you don't have a single prior.

But, it'll really help your case if you agree to a drug test.

Yes, absolutely, of course.

OK then, I'll set it up. Once that's done, you can go.

Detective, who reported the car stolen?

I'll have to double check, but I believe the call was anonymous.

I'm very sorry.

I was at a banquet, my phone was on silent.

I hope we didn't inconvenience you.

My daughter's been sitting in a jail cell for hours

while they tried to reach you.

I came as soon as I heard.

Do you know who reported the car stolen?

No, it must be a misunderstanding.

Was it you?

Excuse me?

Only three people knew that Sadie was using that car,

and we're all standing right here.

So who else could it have been? (Sadie) Mum, stop.

Why would I want my assistant arrested?

I don't know. Maybe as a form of control.

Something to Lord over her.

Control?

OK, mum, stop. It wasn't her.

You should listen to your daughter.

She's clearly more knowledgeable on the subject

than you think you are.

As I said, this is all a misunderstanding.

I'll call my lawyers in the morning,

get them to have all the charges expunged.

-You do that. -Can we go?

I'm very sorry for this, truly.

Let me at least give you a ride home.

Thanks, but I'll be taking my daughter home with me.

You're still up? It's getting late.

-Yeah, I couldn't sleep. -What's all this?

Yesterday at the warehouse,

one of Claudia's former assistants followed me.

Followed you?

She said she wanted to warn me about Claudia.

That she killed her daughter.

I thought it was a suicide.

That's what the police eventually ruled it.

She looks familiar.

Tell me about it.

She'd be about my age today.

Apparently she jumped to her death

during a photo shoot in the Caribbean.

Oh, poor girl.

Apparently at first, there were rumours Claudia was involved.

Eye witness reports put them together in the same spot,

having an argument right before she jumped.

Police questioned Claudia. They eventually cleared her.

There were rumours Claudia bribed local police to declare it a suicide.

Before that,

Claudia was involved in a number of public altercations,

all of which were handled privately.

And after her daughter's suicide, Claudia disappeared.

Rumour was, she had some kind of nervous breakdown

and went to some private exclusive facility.

Well can you blame her? After a loss like that?

Loss, or guilt?

You honestly don't think

that she's capable of killing her own daughter, do you?

I know it's awful to say, but Claudia has a temper, a bad one.

It's like she's two different people.

One of them cannot control her emotions.

You can't go back there, Sadie. You have to quit.

How can I now that she's paid my student loans?

And she possibly had you arrested and charged with possession.

Exactly. Who will hire me now?

I wouldn't have a referral from Claudia

and I would have a criminal record.

I have to make sure her lawyers get the charges dropped

before I put in my notice.

This is exactly what I was afraid of.

Her manipulating things. Her manipulating you.

What choice do I have?

(phone ringing)

(ominous music)

Hello?

(Wright) Miss Raskin, it's Detective Wright.

Detective, hi.

I wanted to let you know that your tox screen came back negative.

You're all clear.

I told you.

I'm just doing my job.

Have Miss Moreau's lawyers contacted you yet

about dropping the charges?

Not to my knowledge.

There's something else

that's come to the attention of the department.

Do you know a Lexi McKay?

Yes.

She was Claudia's assistant before me.

Why?

She's been reported missing.

Missing? What?

Roommate said she disappeared over a week ago.

Hasn't called or texted and left all her stuff behind.

Well do you think she's all right?

Cases like this, a bunch of times

it's someone needing a break from their life.

Just getting off the grid

while forgetting the people who worry about them.

What about the other times?

Foul play.

But, let's not go there yet.

If you find out anything or she happens to reach out,

give me a call, would you?

Thanks, Detective.

(phone ringing)

Hi, Claudia Moreau's office.

(Claudia) It's me.

I won't be in today. Reschedule everything.

OK. Yeah, I'll, I'll take care of it.

Bring anything I need by the house.

OK. Uh, sure. Claudia, are you all righ-

(phone disconnecting)

(Sadie) Claudia, brought everything you asked for.

(tense music)

Claudia?

(glass shattering)

Claudia?

Claudia?

Is everything all right?

(Claudia) I'm celebrating. You should join me.

Celebrating what?

Her birthday. She'd be 26 today.

-Do you mean? -My Rebecca.

They blamed me, you know.

For her death. Did you know that?

Yeah, I did.

Where'd you learn that?

Claudia, I don't think this is the right time to talk-

Oh, come on. I'm a big girl. I run an empire.

I think I can handle a little gossip.

Elena told me.

The other day at the warehouse she followed me,

but I didn't know before that.

We were the gossip for a while.

Didn't help that we didn't have the best relationship.

We weren't close like you and your mother.

Sure you did a great job.

No.

We were contentious.

We were too often, public.

Which only fuelled the flames of rumours.

Claudia, be careful.

But they were right.

It was my fault.

I pushed her too hard.

What?

To model. To walk in my footsteps.

To be the face of the company.

I wanted to leave it all to her, but the pressure got too much.

So I had to stay in charge, which made the conflict worse.

Took its toll on her, on us.

Claudia. (gasps)

She wasn't well.

She was emotional, erratic.

At times she was violent.

She said I brought it out in her, and that I deserved it,

because she got it from me.

Her madness.

Come on, let's get that taken care of.

(Claudia whimpering)

You're such a good girl.

Just the way I raised you.

Just try to get to rest.

Good morning.

Um, Bridget Langdon called twice,

panicked about the late fabric shipments.

And Fashion Blog called again about an interview.

Have you heard anything yet from your lawyers

about getting the charges dropped?

I left word.

Don't worry, they'll handle it.

God knows I've paid them enough in retainers.

Are you feeling all right?

Of course. Why wouldn't I be?

Your feet. You stepped on glass last night.

Is that how it happened? I couldn't remember.

I'm fine.

Should I be asking the same thing of you?

I'm fine.

Well then great.

Everyone's fine.

(tense music)

Ugh, something came up with the new line.

Book my usual travel to New York.

- I'm headed home to pack. - OK.

Oh, and I'm gonna need you to house sit again.

- House sit? - Mm-hm.

Tonight? That should be OK.

Why wouldn't it be? Email me my itinerary, stat.

(tense music)

(Sadie) Thank you so much for coming again.

I really did not want to sit here alone.

Happy to be here. Really.

-You sure it's just us this time? -Yeah, it should be.

Good, 'cause the last time she was eyeing me,

she made me feel like meat at a deli counter.

(doorbell ringing)

You order food?

No.

-I'll go. -Yeah.

(tense music)

Hello?

What?

Must be from Claudia.

Another perk of the job?

Uh, it's not from her, but it's for you.

"Sadie, so glad we met at the photo shoot."

"Thanks for the other night. Can't wait for round two."

What? Let me see that.

Wow.

At least he was nice enough to give these back.

Vince, I have no idea what this is.

I thought we were fixing things.

Vince, we are. I swear I don't know anything about this.

Vince, Vince, come on.

This job really has changed you.

-Good luck, Sadie. -Vince.

(footsteps approaching)

(tense music)

(phone dinging)

- (engine revving) -(tense music)

(Elena moaning)

(ominous music)

(tyres screeching)

(body thudding)

(phone ringing)

I blame you.

(Sadie screaming)

Claudia?

(ominous music)

(Sadie panting)

Hello?

(Sadie sighs)

(ominous music)

(Claudia) Detective, I'm sorry. I wish I could tell you more.

But what we've spoken to about today is all that I know.

I hear- Claudia, you're back.

Obviously.

Detective, is everything OK?

(Claudia) Well, apparently Elena's gone missing.

What?

Her roommate reported it this morning.

Said Elena got a text late last night.

Hurried out right after, never came home,

hasn't been heard from since.

One night is hardly cause for concern.

True.

Normally we'd wait 72 hours before investigating.

But as this is the second assistant of yours who can't be found.

Do you think something happened to her?

We're just asking questions right now.

Did she ever mention anyone? Places she liked to go?

Friends we need to know about?

Aside from her inability to do her job,

I don't know much about the girl.

I haven't seen her in months since I fired her.

But Sadie's seen her, though.

(Claudia) Saw her the other day, isn't that right?

Um, yes. At the warehouse last weekend.

(Sadie) She followed me. -Followed you? Any idea why?

No, she was, she was mostly just bad mouthing Claudia.

(Sadie) She wasn't really making a lot of sense.

Probably just someone jealous of me for having her old job.

Right Claudia, isn't that what you thought?

I suppose. That sounds like Elena.

She was frequently emotional and she didn't handle stress well.

So don't colour me surprised if she's run off.

We did think she vandalised your car.

Your car?

Yes, when I first started working here.

I filed a report.

So you think it was probably Elena

who reported your car stolen, Claudia?

(Sadie) Right? Probably.

I let her use it when she worked for me.

Same as you.

(Claudia) So maybe she was jealous.

In that case, yeah.

It's likely she's the one harassing you with calls

and sending you threatening emails.

It probably was her that tripped the alarm the other night.

At the house.

We really should make arrangements to get those locks changed.

You seem to have quite a bit of bad blood with this woman.

No, we're, we're not sure it was her. We think it was her.

Right, Claudia?

Thank you for your time.

We'll be in touch if we have any more questions.

I'd start working on my resume if I were you.

Doesn't seem to be a lot of future in this job.

When did you get back?

Last night. There's too much work to be done before the lineup.

Did you come by the house?

Uh, no.

I didn't want to disturb you in case you had a visitor.

No, we broke up.

Oh, well that's not surprising.

If I'm being honest, the other morning,

he was totally checking me out the minute you left.

It was really uncomfortable.

So you didn't come by the house? You're sure?

Yes I'm sure. Why?

Someone put a mannequin in the kitchen.

Just sitting on a chair, propped up.

-A mannequin? -Yup.

So someone was inside the house.

Well I never got an alert.

That's because the alarm didn't go off.

Which means that whoever came inside had the code.

Was it you?

No.

But I'll check the security cameras to see who it was.

Security cameras? Have you been watching me?

I've been keeping tabs on my own house.

Not that I need to explain myself.

I'll let you know what I find.

Hi, I'm calling from Claudia Moreau's office,

she wanted me to confirm her charges from her stay last night.

You sure?

She never checked in?

Can you please double check?

Thank you.

(Sadie gasps)

Someone's jumpy today.

Maybe stay off the coffee for a while.

I'm headed to my 10:30. Forward all the important calls to my cell.

(tense music)

(Claudia) What are you doing?

It was you, the whole time.

What are you talking about?

In the house. You were watching me, watching us.

What did you do to Elena?

Excuse me?

I told you I saw her at the warehouse and now she's missing.

I was out of town.

I called the hotel. You never checked in.

Did you even leave town or did you just need an alibi?

I changed hotels.

Sure you did. It was you the entire time.

The calls, the emails, my car. You were the only one with access.

Don't lie.

Sadie.

You are out of line.

I want you to take the rest of the day off,

and tomorrow we'll discuss any future might have here.

Elena was right. You try to remake us into her.

And then when we can't live up to your standards,

we're discarded, dismissed.

Just like she was.

I'd be very careful what you say next.

Is that what all of this is about?

Your shame, or your guilt?

How dare you.

She never jumped.

That's just what you told everyone, including yourself.

Don't you ever talk about her.

Get out. You're fired.

Don't bother. I quit.

Before I go missing, too.

(intense music)

(Sadie panting)

(phone dinging)

(ominous music)

(tense music)

Sadie, it's mum.

Are you here?

Sadie?

Hello?

Elena?

I'm here.

Elena?

Elena?

You were right. Claudia's behind all of it.

Elena, we have to go.

Where's my daughter?

-The unemployment line, I assume. -She left here hours ago.

I haven't been able to reach her.

You need serious help.

That was last night. I was in New York.

I have no idea who that is.

Elena?

(tense music)

(Sadie gasps)

(head cracking)

How can you not know?

You have no idea how many nights

I've lied awake thinking of her.

Down in the cold, the dark, all alone.

As a mother that can drive you mad.

If you let it.

Where is my daughter?

They never found her body.

Did you know that?

(phone ringing)

(woman shushing)

(woman) You be quiet.

Rebecca?

You're alive?

Am I?

Sometimes it doesn't feel that way.

Where have you been?

Around.

Watching.

Same way mommy kept watch on me.

I saw you, all of you.

Come in and try to take my place.

Your place?

No, I never wanted to do that.

My hair, my clothes,

my car, my bed.

Filling the space that I left.

I left that space to hurt her!

Wait, wait, Rebecca.

Rebecca, let's just talk, OK?

You, me and your mum. We should just talk.

Rebecca, she misses you so much.

Let's call her and let her know that you're OK.

Yeah.

Rebecca, Rebecca, let's call your mum, OK?

Let's call Claudia.

(phone ringing)

Maybe later.

You and I should just talk for a while.

Just the two of us.

(phone buzzing)

Why is she calling you?

(Rebecca) My mother and I aren't exactly on speaking terms right now.

(Claudia) Rebecca!

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Come here, look at me.

Look at me, Rebecca.

Then let's talk. Let's talk, it's just us, OK?

Yeah. And we can go somewhere else. Anywhere you want.

We don't have to talk here, the warehouse.

I think we'll stay here for a while.

This is where I came, to escape her.

I couldn't live like that anymore.

Feeling like I was always failing.

The constant disappointment.

Rebecca, I'm so sorry she made you feel like that.

When I did come back, there was already someone in my place.

Me, but not.

Same hair, same clothes.

So I decided to make her lose that one, too.

And the next, and the next.

Some were more skittish.

A few threatening emails or calls was enough.

Others needed more convincing.

A vandalised car.

An arrest or two.

Ruined relationships.

A gift basket.

Lots of different ways.

Rebecca.

I am so, so sorry for how your mother treated you.

I know Claudia. I know how cruel she can be.

I can't imagine what it must've been like

growing up as her daughter.

Losing you cost her so much.

Good! That was the whole point.

I want her to feel that pain over and over again.

I want her to suffer the same way I did.

She has, that's why she takes it out on all of us.

Of course she does.

Because it's never good enough. Nothing is ever good enough.

That's why they all had to suffer.

Your turn now.

(Sadie) Rebecca, no. No, no, no!

Rebecca, stop!

Baby, it's me.

(Claudia) It's mommy. Put those down.

You don't need to do this.

Put those down. We'll go home.

I'll fix it. I'll make everything better.

Better? This is all your fault.

I'm sorry. All I wanted to do was protect you.

Protect me. You were hiding me.

(Rebecca) You wanted to steal it from me. All of it.

Take me from the cameras, from the catwalk.

For your own good.

(Claudia) Honey, you were sick. You needed help, that's all.

You were jealous that I was becoming more famous.

That's not true. I did everything I could for you.

I put your meds in my name so no one could find out.

I took the blame for your outbursts and your car accidents

I didn't care what it did to my reputation.

Because you were ashamed.

Because I loved you.

I wanted to protect you.

You were protecting yourself. Your image, your company.

All the things you loved more than me.

You're right. I was selfish.

But I will give it all up for you, right now.

We can go away, start over.

Abu Dhabi, Paris, anywhere you want.

(Claudia) Just you and me. OK?

OK. We can go.

Right after I kill her.

- (intense music) -(women screaming)

(mum) We need to call the police.

(tense music)

(dispatcher) You've reached 911 dispatcher, what's your emergency?

You have reached the 911 dispatcher. What's your emergency?

Are you OK, ma'am? Are you in trouble?

If you're in trouble, please stay on the line.

(intense music)

(Sadie screaming) No!

(Claudia) It's OK, it's all right. Mommy's here.

OK, it's OK.

(Claudia shushing)

(dramatic music)

(cameras clicking)

They're here for me?

(cameras clicking)

Yes, baby. All for you.

(Rebecca chuckles)

(dramatic music continues)

Your credentials are impressive.

Particularly working for Claudia Moreau.

She gave you the highest recommendation,

which is unheard of.

That's kind of her.

I learned a lot working for Claudia.

About the industry and about myself.

Things I didn't even know were there.

Let me show you some of my designs.