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[dark, shrill music]

[doctor]: What's the last
thing you remember?

[woman]: I was driving.

- And do you know
how you were hurt?

[tires screech]
- Was I in an accident?

- What happened out there?

- I don't know.

- Can you tell me
what year it is?

- I-I don't know.

- What's your name?

- I don't know.

[gasps]

[breathing shakily]

[gentle somber music]

- How bad is the pain
on a scale of one to ten?

- Uh, if I say ten,
will you give me the good drugs?

- Hmm. You're joking.
That's a good sign.

Where does it hurt?

- E-Everywhere.

- Mm-hmm. You're sore.

You were in an accident.

- A car crash.

- That's right. You went off
the road and you hit a tree.

You've been recuperating here
for the last few days.

Do you remember your name now?

- Um...

[pen scratching]

- It's Mia Keller.

Does that spark
anything for you?

- No. I wish it did.

- I gotta admit,
I did a double take

when your name popped up.

- Why, do... do you know me?

- No. I know your work.

A lot of people do.
You're an author.

- I am?
- Mm-hmm.

- What do I write?
- Romance.

Don't worry.
Your books are good.

I'm a fan.

- I'm sorry, I don't, um...

I don't remember any of that.

I just, I just keep seeing,
um, flashes of the crash.

- We did an MRI.

There doesn't appear
to be any brain damage.

- Then what...

what's happening to me?

- There's a phenomenon
called dissociative amnesia.

It's psychosomatic.

Sometimes that can happen
after a traumatic event.

- Like a car crash.
- Mm-hmm.

- Is it permanent?

- Not necessarily.

Some people recover
their memory... eventually.

Sometimes in pieces.

Sometimes all at once.
It's like waking from a dream.

- But sometimes it's permanent?

[sighs]

- Let's focus...

on getting you back
to a regular routine, okay?

That's the important thing now.

We'll do a follow-up in a week
and check your progress.

It looks like nothing's broken.

You've dislocated your elbow,
so you'll be in a sling

for a bit, but you can walk
out of here today

and we'll set you up
with some outpatient

physical therapy. Hmm?

- After you get me
those good drugs, right?

[laughs]
- Coming right up.

In the meantime,
are you ready for a visitor?

- Oh, um...

Yeah, okay.

- Hi, um...
- Hi.

- How much did you tell her?
- Nothing.

[gentle music continues]

- I'm your husband.

- I'll leave
you two alone, okay?

[medical machines beeping]

[♪]

- Do you remember me?

[sinister music swells]

- Uh, I think so. I...

[gentle music resumes]

- I'm Jesse.

- Jesse.

It's nice to meet you.

[inhales deeply]

- This is a little weird.
- Yeah.

[chuckles nervously]
Um... here.

- Um...

They took that off you
for the MRI.

[chuckles]

You know, I'm not much
of a jewelry guy,

but you bought those...

when you were still
in junior high.

Before we met.

And you told me
that even back then,

you knew that your...

other half was out there.

Waiting to become whole.

- I said that?
- You did.

And you were right. I was.

I'm only...

whole when I'm with you.

- That's sweet.

And a little cheesy.
[laughs]

- Well, you're a little cheesy.

- I am?
- Oh, definitely.

[laughing]
- No.

- Um...

Oh, and uh...

I brought you this
to help you jog your memory.

[tender music]

- Is this, um...
- It's Madison.

Our daughter.

- She's a lot older now,

but that's always been
your favorite photo of us.

- Um...

where is she?
- She's here.

Would you like to see her?
- Yeah.

[sniffles]

- Mom.

[loudly]: I'm Madison!

- Honey, she has amnesia.
She's not hard of hearing.

[laughs through tears]
- Oh, sorry.

- That's okay. That's okay.

Um... HI, Madison.

- Hi, Mom.

[gentle poignant music]

[children shouting indistinctly]

- This is a beautiful town.

- Well that's why you picked it.
- I did?

- How much did the doctor
tell you about yourself?

- I write romance novels.

- You do.
[chuckles]

Good ones.
- Best-sellers.

- And every time
you're about to write a new one,

you like to move
to the setting of your story.

Hence the picturesque
small town.

- Oh, you gotta see
the house we're renting.

- So, what, we just live
a life on the road?

What, moving town to town?

[laughs]
- No. No, we live in Colorado.

Think of this
as a writing retreat.

Before I forget,
the hospital set us up

with a physical therapy clinic.

Your first appointment
is tomorrow morning.

So, Madison can drive you
on the way to school.

- Don't worry.
You're in good hands.

- Honey, watch the road.
- Sorry.

[engine stops]

[exhales]

Here we are.

- Home sweet home.

For the next few months, anyway.

[door creaks]

[♪]

Recognize anything?

- No.

But I'm sure
it'll come back to me.

- That's where
the magic happens.

[chuckles lightly]

- "A Rose by Your Name".

"Mia Keller is a best-selling
romance writer.

She has penned 12 novels."

Did I write this?
- Mm-hmm.

- That's not a lot
of information.

[chuckles]
- Well,

you're a very private person.

[clears throat]

- "Big Hearts in a Small Town".

I really need
to work on my titles.

[laughs]
- See, you're getting back

into the swing of things
already.

Just don't want
to forget this, though.

Here we go.

Oh, and the hospital

gave me this
to give back to you.

It's your personal stuff
from the accident.

Your phone's not there,
so that must have

got lost in the crash.

- We got you a new one.

We couldn't remember
your cloud passwords,

so we couldn't restore
your info.

But my number and Dad's number
is right on here.

- Thanks, sweetie.

[tender music]

- Is anyone else hungry?

- Starving.
- I'll order some pizza.

- Yeah.

[gentle jazz music
plays in background]

- Mm.

Well, um...

safe to say,
I don't think I like Hawaiian.

[laughs]

- I could've told you that.
- Hmm.

- Hey, if you're not
gonna finish yours...

- So, um...

Tell me about us.

- What do you mean?

- Well, um,
do we have any relatives?

- I have a sister in Delaware.
- Okay.

- You're an only child.

- Um... and my parents?

- They died a long time ago.
I'm sorry.

[inhales deeply]

[clears throat]

- So uh, how long have
we been in this town for?

- Only a month.

- And you both just...

pick up and take a trip
every time I write a book?

- Not always.

Depends on the timing.

I work in IT,
and I'm doing some consulting

for a firm in town right now.

- And you're in high school,
yeah?

[chuckles]
- I graduated.

- Oh.
- But I'm just taking

some classes
at the community college

to save money until I transfer.

- Your daughter
gets straight As.

- That's wonderful.
- I applied to NYU.

The guidance counselor
thinks I have a good chance.

- It sounds like I have
some very smart genes.

[laughs]
Oh sorry,

or is that your side
of the family?

- Oh no, that's all you.

- Well, then,
we should celebrate.

- Hmm. Wine.

- I'm okay.

- Uh, nice try.
[chuckling]

- Worth a shot.

- This is the bedroom.

- Yeah.

Um, listen...

if you don't mind,

I think I'm just gonna...

sleep in here alone tonight.

I'm still kinda just
taking it all in, you know?

- No. No, I get it.
- You do?

- Of course.

It's all very sudden.

You just got out of the hospital

and now there's this strange,

handsome man you need
to share a bed with.

[laughs]

- I mean, I wouldn't
say strange.

- But would you say handsome?

- Hmm.

- God, you're really something.

- What do you mean?

- You're still as beautiful
as the day we met.

- How did we meet?

- In a writer's group.

Yeah.
[chuckles]

Yeah, we all sat
around in a circle

reading excerpts of our work.

Yours and mine
were the only ones

that weren't complete garbage,
so I asked you out.

- You're a writer?
- No.

No, I gave that up
a while back.

But I'm glad I tried,
'cause otherwise,

I never would have met you.

- Well, it sounds like it'd be
a good meet cute for a book.

- It was.
- Really?

- In your first novel,
"The Pen is Mighty".

- God, I really need
to work on my titles.

[laughs]

- I wish I could
remember that day.

- You will.

Someday. And...

until then, I'll remember
for the both of us.

- Now who's being cheesy?
[laughing]

- I'll make up
the bed in the attic.

- Yeah.

[tender music]

[Mia clears throat]

Good night.

- Sweet dreams.

[panicked breathing]
No. No...

[car engine rumbles]

[laughing]

[engine revs]

[tires screech]

[thuds]

[panicked breathing]

[panting]

- Hey, hey.

- Ah!
[gasps]

- Hey, it's okay.
You're having a nightmare.

- I remembered.

The accident.

There was someone else
in the car with me.

- I was there.
I was in the car with you.

- No, no, no,
there was some...

there was this girl, and uh,

she was Madison's age,
but she, she wasn't Madison.

And she was in
the passenger's seat,

and it was like I...
it was like I knew her.

- I was in the passenger's seat.
No one was else was in the car.

- No, no, she was there, okay?
She... she smiled at me.

- It's not real.

- Okay.
- Now you're on some serious

pain meds, they're probably
messing with your dreams.

Try and get some rest.

Try not to think
of anything else, okay?

[exhaling deeply]

[sinister music]

- Here we are.

Okay, Mom, have fun,
and pick you up after class.

- Thank you.
Um, study hard and...

Do I give you advice or...

[chuckles]

- You say, "Ask good questions."

- Oh, I like that.
That's good. Do that.

- Okay. Um...

Mom,

do you remember anything yet?

- Not really.

[sighs]
- Okay.

It's just 'cause this
kinda reminds me

of my first day of junior high.

- Really?
- When you dropped me off.

I got into
a skateboarding accident.

I hopped on a board

and I went right
into a parked car. Hard.

- Were, were you okay?
- I had a big cast

that went from here
all the way to here.

And I was really nervous,
because it was the first

day of class, and I thought
I looked like a freak.

But you told me it was okay

and you were right.

I was okay.

Are you... okay?

- I'm okay.

And I'm here.
- Yeah.

- Hmm. You don't wanna be late.
- I know, yeah.

- Um, and ask good questions.

- Okay.
[laughing]

- I'll see you later.
- I'll see you later.

Have fun!

[clears throat]
- Um...

- Hi!
Hi, you must be Mia Keller?

I am Erin, your PT.
- Nice to meet you, Erin.

- So, I hear you were
in a car accident

and you're feeling pretty sore?
- Yeah.

- Any place in particular
you wanna work on? Hmm?

I'm kidding. I'm kidding.

Let's take a look at that arm.
Have a seat on the table.

- Right.

[clears throat]

- Oh, and do me a favor,
don't take off your clothes.

I have to make that very clear
to some of my male patients,

so...
[chuckles]

Does this hurt?

- Uh, a little.

- But not like,
oh god, oh god, please stop?

[chuckles]
- No.

- Okay.

Here?
- Not as bad.

- Okay, great.

So, how long
have you lived in town?

- Oh, we're actually just
visiting for a few months.

- We?
- My husband and daughter.

- Aw, a family getaway.
That's cute.

- Are you married?
- No!

No, I am unfortunately
at the mercy of the dating apps.

- Oh.
- Not a lot of single men

in this town,
and the ones that are...

So, ugh.

Well, enough about me.
Let's move on

to cheerier subjects.
- Okay.

- Your scans are good.
You have what we call

a simple elbow dislocation,

which means there
are no fractures,

just the ligaments are injured.
We're gonna keep you

in the sling, but I think
you're only gonna have

to wear it for another week.

- Oh, that's great!
- Mm-hmm!

So, this morning
we'll do some wrist exercises,

break for lunch,
then we'll come back

and work the whole arm.
- Ooh, what's for lunch?

- Hmm, vending machines.
- Oh.

- But I know a good place
a couple blocks from here, so...

[chuckling]

[birds chirping]

- So, when we got back
to his place,

it was covered in junk.
- Oh!

- No, every square inch.

I had to wait five minutes
for him to clear a space

for me to sit down.

[sighs]
Oh, and get this,

he tells me I should
take off my shoes.

"Um, this is
a no shoe household."

- Oh, God.
- I said, listen bud,

my shoes are cleaner
than your floor.

- And what was
the bathroom like?

- I would tell you,
but we're about to eat.

- Oh. So, what, you just left?

- Hmm?
- Erin.

- Hey! Slim pickings
in this town.

You're lucky
you already have a husband.

- Yeah.

- Everything okay?

- This is kinda weird,

uh, to tell someone, but um...

ever since the accident,
I've had--

- Amnesia?

I saw something about it
in your chart

and I wasn't sure if
I should bring it up. I'm sorry.

- No, it's okay.

It's hardly sunk in.
It's all so crazy.

- So, you don't remember
anything?

- Oof. So, you could be like,
a spy.

Or like a, a sexy assassin.
- Real sexy.

[chuckling]

[shrill sinister music]

[laughing]

[music fades]

- Hey. Are you okay?

- I keep seeing
this girl in my mind.

- Someone you know?
- I don't know

if it's a memory or a dream.

- Ms. Keller! Just a second.
[panting]

I'm sorry to interrupt.
I don't run much.

- Oh.
- Oh!

- Are you okay?

- I'm Wade Chan.

Your number one fan.
- Fan?

- Uh, I've read all your books.
They are amazing.

Your characters
are so relatable.

I feel like I am Mr. Augustin.
You see the resemblance?

- Mr. Augustin?

- How do you recognize me?
- We met before,

a few weeks ago.
You were with your daughter.

- I was with Madison.
- I don't know,

you wouldn't tell me her name.
You're a very private person.

But you did promise
to sign my book.

[chuckles nervously]

- You have all my books?
- Not only that,

I have all of your interviews
from magazines and newspapers,

and stuff that's never
even been online.

- Wade, could you
make me some copies?

I'd love to take a trip
down memory lane.

- Of course. Uh, I can drop
them off at your house.

- That'd be lovely.

Here's my address.

Thank you.
- I'll get right on it.

But until then,
I must bid you adieu.

Like "In a Rose by Your Name".

- Oh uh, right. Thank you.

- Thank you.

- Think it was smart giving
a stranger your home address?

- Oh, he's harmless.

Plus everyone is a stranger
to me at this point.

- Hmm.
- Maybe I can learn

something about myself.
- Hmm.

Oh, yeah, and you're
a famous author, apparently?

Way to bury the lede.

- That man is watching us.

- So?

- He's been
doing it for a while.

- Do you know him?
- I don't know.

[engine revs]

- He's hot. Think he's single?

- Erin.
- What?

[Mia]: Hmm, thank you.

[Madison]: Yes, of course, Mom.

- Hey. There's my girls.

- Wait, you got the new iPad?

- And that's not all.

Looks like a few packages
arrived for you as well.

[squeals]

- Ooh, my new clothes!

[chuckling]

- Can... can we
afford all of this?

- Yeah, you just got
a six-figure advance

on your latest book.
We can afford a lot of things.

- But it's a book
I haven't written yet.

- That's why
they call it an advance.

[chuckles nervously]
How'd therapy go?

- Oh, really good, actually.
Um, I don't think I'm gonna be

in this sling much longer.

And I, um... I made a friend.

- That was fast.
- Yeah.

- What's her name?
- Erin.

She's my physical therapist.

- Wow. One day
out of the hospital,

and you're making new friends.
It's a whole new you.

- Is it?
- Well, I...

just mean...

normally, you're a bit
more reserved, that's all.

But this is a good thing.
- Yes.

Um...

can I ask you something?

- Mm-hmm.

- Why did we move here, exactly?

- So that you could write
your book. I told you that.

- Yes, but is that
really the reason?

- Of course it is.

Mia, what's wrong?
- No, I just thought that maybe

you weren't, um...
telling me everything.

At once, you know,
like easing me in.

- Easing you into what?

- Um...

Did we have another daughter?
- Sorry?

- Did we have another daughter

and she died,

and that's why we moved here?

- What?
- Mia...

- Dad, what is she
talking about?

- Look I... I think, um...

- Did I have a sister?
- No. No.

We didn't have another daughter.

It's always just been
the three of us.

Where's this coming from?

Did someone
say something to you?

- No, no, I just, um...

I keep having these visions, um,

of this young girl, and I...

I know that
she's important to me.

It's like... it's like
I miss her.

Like I lost her, or something.
I don't... I don't know.

- You're scaring me.
- What, no.

- Look, tomorrow I'm gonna
call that doctor

and have her lower the dosage
on your painkillers, all right?

- Yeah, okay.
- Are you okay, Mom?

- Yes. No, I'm... I'm fine.

I... I just think I need
to lie down for a bit, you know?

- Mm-hmm.
- Okay.

- Mom...
- It's a nice coat.

[somber music]

[mysterious beat]

[curious music]

[beeping]

[beeping]

- Hey, can you come back down?
Madison has some news.

- Hey. What?
What's the good news?

- I got into NYU!

- Oh, oh my gosh! Sweetie!

[Madison giggling]

I'm so proud of you.
- Thank you.

- Well, this calls
for a celebration.

- There's ice cream
in the freezer. Who wants some?

- Yes.
- I was hoping for something

a little stronger.

Ugh, whatever.

- Um,

I can't remember
the combination for this.

Can you help me?
- I'm sorry, I don't know it.

Those are your book outlines.

Like I said,
you're a very private person.

You won't let me read anything
until it's completely finished.

- Hmm. Great.

- Don't worry.
It'll come back to you.

In the meantime,
you know what I hear

is really good for memory?

[gasps]
- What?

- Ice cream.
[laughing]

[sinister music]

[vehicle passing]

[car door shuts]

[♪]

[exhales]

[thump in distance]

- Hmm.

[muffled grunts]

[knife swishes]

[panting]

[keys jingle]

- No, he seemed great.

He was a brain scientist
studying cognitive decline.

And then he showed up
an hour late for our date.

An hour.

And he insisted that
he showed up at the right time,

and I'm looking at the text
like, it says seven o'clock.

Am I in some kind of experiment?

Am I experiencing
cognitive decline? I just...

[whistles]
You okay?

- Oh, my God. Oh, I'm sorry.

I'm... I don't know
what's going on with me. I...

I keep seeing
this girl in my mind.

- The one from your dream?
What did your husband say?

- He thinks it's the medication
making me loopy.

I don't know. I...

I guess that's
what it is, right?

- Maybe.
[pops lips]

Or you're really a secret agent,

and this girl
is your next assignment.

- You are really pushing
this secret agent angle.

- Come on,
aren't you an author?

You're supposed to be into this.
- Oh no, I only write romance

apparently, so...
- It's probably something cool

like um, Jezebel.
Or Huntress.

You know, you should
write this down.

I'm spinning gold here.

- Hey, so whatever happened
with that guy? Did he stop by?

- Who?
- The weirdo from yesterday.

You know, "I bid you adieu."
- Oh, no. He, he never did.

I keep coming back to something
he said.

"You were with your daughter."

- What about it?

- Well, what if the daughter
I was with wasn't Madison?

- You think it was
the girl from your dream?

- I don't know.

- You think you have
another daughter?

- I-I don't know.

- Oh...

We should go talk to this guy.

Get him to describe the girl.

Or maybe he can dig up a photo
from one of those old articles.

- Okay, well we?
- Oh, you gotta let me help.

Look, please? When I was a kid,

I started my own
detective agency.

I eventually got bored
and opened

a lemonade stand instead.
It's much more lucrative.

- Hmm.
- But I have always wanted

to solve a mystery.

So, come on,
let's go talk to this guy.

- What, you wanna go now?

- Well, it's up to you. I mean,

your insurance
pays me either way, so...

[laughs]
- Okay, Miss Marple.

What, you got a car?

It's a nice house.

- You know, I'm gonna write
that down. Might be important.

- Okay.

[knock on door]

- Oh, um...

Hi.

Uh, is Wade here?

- Are you a family member?

- No, no,
I'm just an acquaintance.

- I'm sorry to inform you,
Wade Chan is dead.

- Oh, my God.
- Whoa.

- What happened?
- At some point last night,

his car hit a telephone pole
and caught fire.

We're still working out
the details.

There wasn't much left
by the time we got there.

- That's awful.
Um, did he have any family?

- We're not sure.

Maybe you can help.

Can you tell us
anything about him?

- No, not really.
- I mean he was a little weird.

- Erin.
- He was.

- Don't I know you?

- I'm... not sure.

- Yes, yes, you were the woman
who had the car accident.

- You heard about that?
- I was there.

I found you and your husband
after you crashed.

I drove you to the hospital.
- Oh, my God, thank you.

- Of course.
How are you holding up?

- I'm okay.

This might sound a bit strange,

but do you remember

if there was anyone else
at the crash?

- No.

- There wasn't a young woman
anywhere?

- No, I didn't see anyone
but you and your husband.

If you do remember
anything more about Mr. Chan,

please give me a call.
- Of course.

- Thank you
for your cooperation.

[chuckles]

- Well, that clears up that.

- What do you mean?

- The girl,
she wasn't in the car.

- What about Wade?
- It was an accident.

- That is what
they want you to think.

- Who's they?

- That's what we're trying
to figure out!

Guess you haven't
written any mysteries, have you?

- I don't know. Uh...

Is there a library
around here somewhere?

- There's computers downstairs

where you can search
the magazine database.

- Downstairs?
- Hmm, in the basement.

- How inviting.
- Hmm.

[phone rings]

Shh. I'm sorry. Shh, shh, shh.

[whispering]: Hello?

Oh, okay.

I'm sorry. I have to consult
with a clinician

about another patient.

I'm gonna take this outside.
Are you okay?

- Yeah, I'm fine.

[mysterious music]

[lights buzz]

[inhales and exhales deeply]

[computer buzzes]

"A notoriously private person."

Well, that's not helpful.

"While she refused to talk
about her personal life..."

Great. Nice job, Mia.
Way to be coy.

[sighs]

[chuckles softly]

[chuckles]

"For Angela."

[footsteps thud in distance]

[sinister music]

Erin?

Is someone there?

- Just checking
if you need anything.

Miss...

[breathing rapidly]

Are you all right?

[gulps]

Miss...

[phone rings]

[breathing shakily]

Oh, you should have that
on silent.

This is a library.

[gasps]

- What are you doing in
the women's bathroom, perv?

- I got lost.

- Well get lost again,
or I'm calling the police.

- Okay. Okay.

- Hey, keep your distance.

I have pepper spray,
and it stings.

- I'm leaving.

- Are you all right?
- Yeah.

- Hold on.

- Oh, my God...

[revving]

[tires screeching]

[panting]

What are you writing?

- I got his license plate.

I have a friend
who's a private investigator.

He can run the plates,
and maybe we can figure out

who this creep is.

- Wow, um, I'm impressed.

You would make a good detective.
- Right?

- Who's this friend?

- Uh, just a... guy I met.

On an app.
- Mm-hmm, okay.

[chuckles]

[exhales deeply]

- Are you okay?
- I'm fine.

- Where were you?

Madison's been looking
everywhere for you.

We were worried sick.
I was about to call the police.

- I went for dinner with Erin.
I lost track of time.

- You were supposed
to be resting.

[exhales]

You have me so wound up.

What if something happened
to you?

I mean, after the accident.

- I don't wanna lose you, okay?

- I'm, I'm sorry.

Where is Madison?
- She's up in her room.

- Who's Angela?

- Angela?
I don't know an Angela.

- Well, I do.

- I could use a drink.

[inhales and exhales deeply]

I was gonna tell you.

I was just waiting for
a time when Madison wasn't here.

[scoffs]

[exhales]

Years ago,
before we had Madison,

I was unemployed,
and you were working

on your first novel,
but also putting in long hours

as an English teacher
at a high school.

We were stressed.

Our marriage was in a bad place.
And...

you started seeing someone.

- I... I cheated on you?

- With one of your students.

- Excuse me?
- He was 18, but--

- Oh, my God.

- You got pregnant.

With Angela.
- So, I...

I do have another daughter.

Where is she? Is she alive?

- Yes. She's alive.

But Madison
doesn't know about her.

- How could she not know?
- The father sued

for full custody.

You lost your job
with the school.

It was a small town.

It was quite the scandal.

Are you okay?

[scoffs]

- Just keep going. Just keep...

Rip the band aid off.

- We were pariahs, so we left.

Moved to Colorado
where we had Madison.

We never told her about Angela,
because we wanted

to protect her from the scandal.

And that's why you're so private
in your interviews.

- Wait, so I just...

I just left my daughter
in another town? I...

What kind of mother am I?

No, I don't...

I don't think I would do that.
That doesn't sound like me.

- You don't know what
you would do.

You can't remember.

Besides, Angela's father
would never let you see her.

I mean, it's a shame.
Maybe things...

might have turned out
differently for her.

- Why? What, what happened?

[sighs]

- Angela is a very troubled kid.

Been in and out of juvie
for most of her teens.

- Oh, my God.

- She would come and visit us
in Colorado,

but we didn't want her being
a bad influence on Madison,

so you and Angela
would meet in secret,

and it was...

It was nice. For a while.

Behaviors changed.
She would get angry, violent.

Then her boyfriend started
to shake us down for money.

- Wait, her boyfriend?
- Yeah, some thug.

I don't even know
what his name is.

- Does he drive a red Charger?

[sinister music]

There's this guy
that's been following me around.

- Yeah, that's him.

- Wait, what are you doing?
- Something I should've done

a long time ago.
They're stalking you.

They're extorting us.
They need to go to jail.

- Wait. No, no.
Don't call the police.

She's my daughter.
I don't want her in jail.

- They are dangerous!

- I left her.

How could I do that?
How could I leave her?

Maybe I could call her.

- I don't think
it's a good idea.

- I don't care. I don't care
if it's not a good idea.

I just...

I just wanna hear her voice.

- Okay.
- I'm her mom,

and I just wanna hear her voice.

- Okay. Okay.

We'll figure something out.

[sobbing]

[shaky exhale]

[phone buttons beep]

[call rings]

- Hey, this is Angela.
Leave a message after the beep.

[voicemail beeps]

[breathes shakily]

- Hi, Angela.
Um, it's me. It's, uh...

Well, it's your mom. And um...

Listen, something happened,
and I, uh...

I was in accident, and I...

I kinda lost my memory.

But I know that you're mad at me
and you have every right to be.

I'm, I'm sorry.

I'm so...

so, so, so sorry.

I love you. And, um...

I... just,
just talk to me. Yeah.

[breathing heavily]

I can't believe
he didn't tell me.

- That's super sketch.

- The more I think about it,

the more upset I get. I just--
- I don't blame you.

Do you wanna move out
for a little bit?

Get some space, cool off.
You can stay with me.

- Thank you.

But...

he's no worse than me.
I mean, I...

Did I really abandon my daughter
because of a little scandal?

No wonder she won't
call me back.

I'm a monster.
- Hey!

You are not a monster.

- I just, I can't stop
thinking about her.

I wish I could just talk to her

and see if she's okay, you know?

- I'm sure she is.

She is an adult woman.

She knows how
to take care of herself.

- She's just out there,
you know, with this guy,

this boyfriend.

I mean, he's a criminal.

What if he's dangerous?

- Speaking of the criminal,

I talked with that private eye.

- Your friend?
- Uh-huh.

He's going to look into it,
and we're going

to meet up tonight
to talk about his findings.

- Oh, Erin. You didn't
have to do that for me.

[clicks tongue]
- Oh...

Well, I sort of had
an ulterior motive.

- So, there's gonna be a bit
more than talking tonight?

- Hmm, I don't know, maybe.

If he doesn't have that stupid
hat he's always wearing.

It looks ridiculous.

What? Trust me,
you haven't seen this hat.

- So, are you guys
fighting or something?

- We're not fighting.

- Okay...

Anyway, I need someone
to pay for my tuition to NYU.

- Right.
- Okay.

- Right.

Maybe we can...

set up a wire transfer
from your account.

- My account?
- Yeah, uh...

That's right.
We haven't talked about this.

You and I have separate
bank accounts.

Because of, um...

um...

Well, you would, um...

- You're the breadwinner.

What? It's true.

- Okay, sweetie,
how much is tuition?

- Yeah.

- Oh, wow.

That's a lot.
- It's NYU.

- Can we afford this?

- With your advance, yeah.

- I don't know
if I can write anymore.

- Come on, don't say that.
Of course you can.

- What?
- Can I not go to NYU?

- No, no, of course you can,
sweetie.

Yeah, no, um...

your father I just have
to figure this out, yeah?

[inhales and exhales deeply]

- No.

No.

Hmm, no.

[gentle tap on glass]

[gasps]

[relieved laugh]

Don't you know you're not
supposed to sneak up on women?

- I'm a private eye.
I sneak up on everyone.

- Hmm.
- You didn't hear me pull in?

- I was attending to...
business matters on my phone.

- Ah.

- I see you're still
wearing the hat.

- I see you're still
looking gorgeous.

[both chuckle]

- Uh, you got something for me?

- Boy, do I. The guy's
name is Thomas Thawley.

He's a real bad dude.
24 years old.

He's got a list of priors
longer than a CVS receipt.

[tuts]

You know I had to bribe
a couple of police

to get this rap sheet.

It's gotta be worth something.
Right?

- What did you have in mind?

- Uh...

dinner and a movie.
Friday night, my place.

- Counter offer.

Dinner, someplace nice.

Movie... we'll see
how you do at dinner.

- Fair enough.

See you Friday.
- Mm-hmm.

[chuckles]

[sinister music builds slowly]

[keys jingle]

- Don't move.
I've got pepper spray.

And it stings.

[car beeps]

[grunts]

- Help!

[panting]

[running footsteps approach]

[panting]

[panting]

[panting]

Hey!

Call 911!

[panting]

- It's Erin, right?

[breathes nervously]

[gasps]

[shrill beat]

- I'm gonna put it here
for safekeeping.

[buttons clack]

[beeping]

- Here we are!

- Thank you for the ride
sweetie.

Have fun at class, yeah?
- Um, Mom,

about the tuition,
I know it's a lot.

But like, I could get a job
while I'm at school.

They have a work-study program.

If we could just make
that initial payment, then--

- Sweetie, I don't want you
to worry about this. Okay?

- Are you sure?
- Yes.

- Because I feel like
last night,

it seemed like
we couldn't afford it.

- Madison, I just --
[phone pings]

One second.

[sinister beat]

- What's wrong?

- They've cancelled
my appointment for today.

- Geez, they could have given
you some more notice.

- Erin had a family emergency
and she had to leave town.

- Oh no.
- Jesse? Where are you?

- Right here.

- I think something
happened to Erin.

- What do you mean?

- She cancelled
our appointment.

Work says she had a family
emergency and she left town.

- Well, it sounds like
she had a family emergency.

- No, she never mentioned
any relatives. She lives alone.

- I'm sure she has some
family somewhere.

- It's not like her
to just pick up and leave.

I mean, we were
in the middle of something.

- Middle of what?

- You know that creepy guy
that's been following me?

Angela's boyfriend.
Well, Erin had a private eye

do a background check on him.

- Why didn't you tell me
any of this?

- Really?

You're gonna talk to me
about keeping secrets?

- Okay, fair enough.

So, you think Angela's boyfriend
did something to Erin?

- I don't know. I just...

But I think
I'm gonna call the police.

- Hey, hey, hey.

I thought you didn't want
Angela to go back to jail?

- That's different. I mean,
Erin could be in trouble.

I'm calling the police.

[officer]: Yeah, we went to
her house but no one was home.

Her car was gone.

We're currently tracking
down next of kin.

That's about all
we can do right now.

- Can't you file
a missing person's report?

- Well, no.

All signs point to her leaving
town to visit family,

just like the clinic said.

- There is a man who has been
following me and her.

I...

I think that maybe
he did something to her.

- What's his name?
- I don't know.

- And do you have
a photo of him?

- No. Um,

he's in early 20s.
He looks scary.

I mean he...
he drives a red Charger.

- Do you have a license
plate number?

[annoyed laugh]

- No. But Erin did.

- Are you in danger
from this man?

- Maybe. I... I don't know.

- All right. I'll give this
description to the station.

And we'll keep
an eye out for him.

If you see him
or hear from Erin,

please give us a call.

- Wait, that's it?

- We're trying, Mrs. Keller.

You just have to wait
until we hear from her family

or see this Charger fella.

Without a name or photo,
it's gonna be tough.

But I'll let you know
if we find anything.

- Great. Lots of help that was.

- Look, he's right.

For all we know,
Erin's with her family. Okay?

This is really bad timing,
but I do have to go to work.

You gonna be okay?

- Yeah. No, I'll...
I'll be fine.

- I'll see you tonight.

[mysterious music]

- Okay...

[computer keys clacking]

No.

Definitely not.

Bingo.

- Hey Erin, it's Nick, again.

Uh, call me if you get this.

I've got some dinner ideas
for our date.

I know you love spicy food,
so there's this new wings place

by me, and they've got this
like, nuclear hot sauce.

Or is it "nucular"? Nuclear?
Nuclear. Anyway,

it's hot. It's hot,
is what I'm saying.

Call me back.
[chuckles]

[knock on door]

[sinister beat]

- Gas company.
Here to check the meter.

- Wait, don't I know you?

[thuds]

[gasping]

[panicked breathing]

[knock on door]

[knife swishes]

- Shh.

- Hello? Anyone there?

[knock on door]

Mr. Meadows, are you there?

[door clangs]

- Got away.

- Got away.

- What?

[engine turns over]

[ominous music]

[door creaks open]

Madison?

[monotonal tense music]

[panting]

[breathing nervously]
Okay...

- What are you doing?

- Uh...

- Who's this?

- That's your sister.

- What?
- That's your sister, Angela.

[shaky exhale]

- Mom...

you're freaking me out.

- I need you to sit down
for a second. Okay, honey?

Um...

Look, I don't...
I don't remember any of this.

But I know
that I had another daughter.

[scoffs]

It wasn't with your father,
okay.

She's your half-sister.

- Where is she now?
- I don't know.

But I think
that your father does.

- Wouldn't he tell you?

- Well, uh...

Okay, don't freak out,
okay, Madison,

but I think that maybe
your father might have, uh...

done something... to Angela.

- Dad? What?

- There's this scary man
who's been following me around

and, um...

today, I saw your father
get into a car with him

and drive off.

- But none of this makes sense.
- I know.

I think that maybe, um...

Jesse saw the accident
as a chance for a fresh start,

okay, and um...

maybe because of my memory loss,

he just wanted me to...

to forget that Angela
existed at all.

And so, maybe he um,
he hired this guy to,

to do something.

Or like, um...

kidnap her, or...

- Kill her?
- I don't know, okay?

I just, I think that this guy
is after your father

for more money and, and that's
why he keeps trying to scare me.

- This is a lot.
- I know, I know. Um...

- Well, what do we do now?

Do we call the cops?
- I don't know. I don't know.

Because what if we do,
and then they, they disappear?

They skip town and then we,
we never find Angela

and we don't know if she's okay.
- Yeah, but Dad wouldn't

just leave town. Would he?

- I don't know
what he would do. I don't...

I don't feel like
I know him at all.

[Mia sniffles]

- Wait. Where are you going?

- To call the police, okay?
It's our only option.

- Not necessarily.

[stirring music builds]

We can use Find My Phone
to see where he's going.

Maybe it'll lead us to Angela.
- Where is that?

- The woods. It's not far.
I'll drive.

- No. You stay here.
It could be dangerous.

- Mom, I'm not letting you
do this alone.

- Madison.
- It's my car.

- Okay, okay. Let's go together.

- I don't see anyone.
- No, it looks like

he's off the road up ahead.

Okay, pull over here.
Park the car.

We don't want him
to see us coming.

- Okay.

- Okay, he's out
there somewhere.

[sinister beat]

[gasps]

- Wait, Mom. Mom!

- Madison, stay here, okay?
If you see your father

come back, stay out of sight,
call the police.

- Mom, wait!
- Stay here!

[birds chirping]

[soft suspenseful music]

[lock rattles]

[breathing heavily]

[thudding]

Oh.

[breathing heavily]

Oh, my God.

[muffled whimpers]
Angela! Oh. Angela.

Oh, my God. Okay. Um...

[grunting]

[coughing]

[man roars]

[coughing]

- Get off her.

- I'm sick of this!

Enough!

I want the money!
- What is going on?

- Are you okay?
- You kidnapped my daughter!

- I didn't mean to. Things just
got outta hand, okay?

I told you Angela's a bad kid,
so I hired Thomas here

to put a scare into her,
but he took things way too far

and he did all of this.

- Well, then,
you call the police!

- Mia, I can't.

I'm way too wrapped up in this.
They'd arrest me too.

- They should arrest you.

- Enough. Let's get the money!

- What money?
What are you talking about?

- I promise you, this will
be over so soon.

We just need to do
one more thing. Okay?

I need you to go with Thomas
to the bank,

and I need you to take out
all the money in your account

and I need you
to give it to him.

- What?
- Then he'll let Angela go

and he'll leave us
alone forever. Right?

You go with him to the bank.

I'll take Angela
back to the house.

I just need you to trust me.
One more time.

Just trust me.
Everything will be all right.

Okay?

- You lied to me.

You lied to me about everything.

You two have put
this whole thing together.

No, no, no.
- Mia--

- Why? I'm not going anywhere.

I'm staying right here
with my daughter.

You... you can't drag me
away from her.

- Actually, we can.

- What? No! No! No!

[panicked breathing]

No! Help! Help.

[panicked breathing]

[breathing slows]

Oh...

[gentle poignant music]

[breathing heavily]

Okay. Okay.

Erin...

[stirring music]

[groans]

- Ah! Oh, my eyes! Ugh!
I can't breathe.

- Get up. Get up,
or I'll spray you again. Huh?

[groans]

You and Jesse were in
on this whole thing. Why?

What do you want?
Why are you doing all of this?

[coughing]

Fine. Just get in the car.

Get in the car!

Ah...

What?

Okay...

[call rings]

[Madison]: Mom, where are you?

- Sweetie, sweetie,
listen to me.

I need you to go
to the police station.

I need you to stay there, okay?

You tell them to go
to the house.

They have Angela.
I'm, I'm on my way there, okay?

- Mom, wait!
- Madison, I...

Listen to me.
Call the police, okay?

- Okay.
- Okay. I love you.

[engine turns over]

[tense music]

[door shuts]

- Angela.
[muffled scream]

Oh, come here. I'm here.

- Oh, Mom.
- Okay. I got you.

- Mom, look out!

- Hey, Mom!

[thudding blow]

[car rumbling in distance]

[doctor]: What's the last thing
you remember?

[loud crash]

[gasps]

[shrill, eerie music]

[Mia]: I was driving.

- How is it?

- It was good,
but I can't believe

they didn't have caramel.

- You would have caramel
on everything if you could.

- Name one thing that wouldn't
be improved by caramel?

- Um...

Okay. I'm drawing a blank.

[laughs]

[car rumbling]

[tires screeching]

[loud thud]

- What the hell?

- What is that?

- Oh, my God, Mom, it's him!
- Who?

- Dad! Go! Go, go!

- I'm trying!

- They're coming.

[tires screeching]

[loud crash]

[engine stops]

[door shuts]

[suspenseful music]

[pained exhale]

- Yeah, she's still breathing.
Go check on Angela.

[panicked breathing]

Get her! Tie her up
and put her in the trunk.

[panicked breathing]

[grunts]

[lighter clicks]

[siren wails, approaching]

[breathing heavily]

- Are you all right?

- We had a wreck.
The road was slippery.

We just went off
and hit the tree.

My wife, she's hurt.

The woman in the other car
stopped to help.

- Stay here.

Miss?

Are you all right?

Don't move,
we're gonna get you out.

- How many pool parties
can a person be to

in their lifetime?
- Mm-hmm.

[inhales sharply]

- What?
- You know.

[panicked breathing]

- She's awake.

[grunting]

- How's that head of yours?
- Don't touch me.

You're not my husband.

- I'm not.

I'm your ex-husband.
- And he's my father.

- You lied to me
about everything.

- No, not about everything.

We did meet in a writer's group.

And we were happy.

For a while.

But then your career
got in the way,

and we had her,

and then you suddenly
didn't have any time for me.

[scoffs]

- That's because you're
an abusive piece of garbage.

He's a pathetic failed writer.

He started drinking. He hit us.

- You went to prison.
- Yes. Now you remember.

Good. Good.
[Mia gasps]

Because of you two,
I did a five-year stint.

A lot of time to think about
what I'd do when I got out.

- All right, that's enough
family bonding. Where's Thomas?

- The police grabbed him
at the bank.

- You bitch!
- Hey, hey, hey.

Honey, she's lying, okay?

If the police had Thomas,
they'd be here already.

Now...

gonna take care of this,

and then we'll deal with that,
okay. I promise.

- Okay, babe.

- Oh, that's right.
Madison isn't our daughter.

We actually met
in a prison pen pal program.

- Hmm.
- I mean, she thinks

I'm a really great writer.

- He has a way with his words.

- Gross.

- Why are you doing
all of this? Why...

why not just kill us, huh?

- Well, that was the idea.

But then that cop showed up
and...

made me go to the hospital
with you.

When I was told that
you had amnesia,

I realized
we had an opportunity.

So, we got Thomas,
Madison's brother, by the way,

to watch Angela while we went

and lived with you
for a while.

- Hmm. We ran up
your credit cards,

pawned your jewelry.

- See, the only way
I look at it,

I'm your husband.

I'm entitled to half
your earnings. At least.

- So, NYU?

College tuition?
What, it was all fake?

- Yeah, that was gonna be
the big score.

We were gonna take our time,
play it slowly.

Not make you suspicious.

But then Thomas
had to muck everything up.

- So, Thomas killed Erin. Hmm?

- Actually, that was me.

- Monster!

[shouts]

[panting]

- I want you to know...

that this time being
back together,

it's been really nice.

Like old times.

I mean, you can't deny
we have chemistry.

[spits]

[exhales]

I guess you'll always be
the one that got away.

Not literally.

[sighs]

Watch them,
and I'll finish packing.

- Then what?

- Plan B.

- Finally.

- Madison. Madison,

you don't have to
do all of this.

Sweetie, this isn't you.

- Lady, you don't even know me.

[exhales]

[stirring music builds slowly]

- Don't make--
- Hey!

- ...a sound. Shh!

- Jesse!

Jesse! Hurry up!

[Jesse]: Open this door!

[shrill beat]

- Mom, I don't like it.

- Sweetie, it'll be okay.

Okay? I will keep it in here
for safekeeping,

and the code will be
your birthday.

[panicked breathing]

[beeping]

[gun cocks]

Don't move! Drop it!

[bat clatters to floor]

- She has a gun!

- Unlock your phone

and dial 911.

Do it, Madison. Do it.

- Oops.

[chuckles]

The police aren't
coming for you.

You and your daughter-- Ah!

[Madison crashes to floor]
- Bitch.

- He has the keys.

[breathing shakily]

[tense music]

[call rings]

- Hello?
- 911, what's your emergency?

- Wait! Ah!
[thuds]

[panting]

- Come here.
[Mia shouts]

[laughs maniacally]

- Why didn't you tell me
you had a gun the whole time?

- I just remembered.
I got it for you.

[grunts]

- Sorry you and Angela
didn't get a chance to catch up.

She's a good kid.

Mia!

[grunts]

- Ah!

And that's for Erin.

[keys jingling]

[chain snaps]

- Mom!
- Angela.

Angela! Okay.
I got you, I got you.

[gasping]

- I love you, Mom.

- I love you too, sweetie.

And I think...

that this is yours, huh?

Yeah.

Yeah.

[tender music]

[sighs]

[birds chirping]

[gentle music]

Hey.

Are you almost packed?

- Yeah.
- You hesitated.

- Almost.
- As long as we don't miss

our flight like
that Christmas in Chicago.

- That was not my fault!
- Yes, it was.

[laughing]

- Wait, you remember that?

- Things are starting
to come back to me.

- Are you sure you wanna leave?

You never finished your book.

- I think this story
needs a new setting.

Like, somewhere warm or exotic.

Maybe we need to take
a trip for research.

- Ooh, and you could
rename the book...

- Mm-hmm.
- "Hearts in Hawaii",

"My Tahiti Sweetie".

- I like where you're going,

but we need to work
on your titles.

- Okay.
[laughing]

Fair enough, I can take it.

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