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Which means that for the next week,

Wait a second...

Jane's crazy about her.

[man]: This one's gonna be a bestseller, I can feel it.

Just... don't let it out of your sight, okay?

my publisher will...

Well, to use a five-dollar word,

Madam, you are impugning my professional discretion.

Tell me,

Enough with the jokes,

Make sure that wagon doesn't tip.

I'm good.

No problem.

with some of the biggest players in venture capital,

It does, honey.

[baby crying]

[baby crying]

Shh, shh, shh...

[voices arguing] No, they do not, you stop it!

-No, you stop it. -No, you do!

[chuckles] That's impressive.

You must have kids.

Just a niece and a nephew, yeah.

Well, I bet they like having such a cool uncle.

Thanks.

What's your name?

I'm Oscar. What's your name?

Jane.

But my friends call me Janie.

Well, I would like to be your friend.

Would you like that?

Can I, Mommy?

Of course, honey.

Okay.

[chuckling]

I'm Nomi Gardner.

Nomi? Wait...

that wouldn't be Nomi Gardner

the crime writer, would it?

Actually, yeah.

[chuckles]

A pleasure.

You've heard of Nomi?

Oh, absolutely.

I'm reading her latest book, Shattered, right now.

Well, that makes my day.

Yeah, great.

Uh, could you please take these, Oscar?

Yes, sir, right away.

Thank you.

Where's 303?

Uh, right down here, and on your right, sir.

I'll take your bags and follow you.

Brilliant.

Excellent work.

I like it.

You should go show Daddy.

Janie...

Daddy's working.

But we colored these for you.

Wow.

That is really good.

You are a talented artist.

You too, Greta.

Thank you.

Greta, where's the formula?

It should be in the change bag.

Well, it's not,

and neither are the baby wipes.

Oh, no.

I am so sorry, Nomi,

I can't believe that I forgot both.

No problem.

I think there's a drugstore nearby.

Okay, I'll go.

No, it's okay.

Are you sure?

'Cause I'm the one that screwed up.

Relax.

Nobody's perfect.

[chuckles warmly]

Bye, Mommy!

Bye, honey.

Be good,

I'll be back in a minute.

Okay.

[***]

[muffled screams]

[groaning and struggling]

[car horn blaring]

[coughing]

[coughing and gagging]

[coughing and retching]

[gagging and gasping

[exhaust hissing]

[turns off engine]

[tires squealing]

Ma'am, can I help you?

Yes, you can call the police.

The police?

Is something wrong?

You could say that.

I'm afraid the Gardners aren't here.

What?

I said, the Gardners are out.

I don't have time for this.

Miss!

Mark!

Jane!

Miss March, you cannot go in there!

That's not my name!

You wanted the police? Fine.

Let's go back downstairs and call them.

I just want to find out where my family is!

As I've told you twice before,

the Gardners are out.

Where?

At the convention,

and they made it very clear to me

that after the incident last night,

your services are no longer required.

What are you talking about?

What incident?

Mark?

Greta?

What are you doing here?

That's not funny,

and I could ask you the same question.

I have nothing to say to you.

Damn it, Mark, somebody just tried to kill me.

Where are the kids?

You touch me again, I'll call the police.

Mark...

please, just tell me what's going on.

Where are Jane and Aiden?

They're fine.

Their new nanny is looking after them.

You...

Look, I don't know

what you think you're doing here,

but I thought I made it very clear to you last night

that I never want you coming near my family again.

Your family?

So, are you going to leave,

or do I have to get Security to throw you out?

Is this some kind of joke?

Some kind of sick prank or something?

What-- If you think I'm going to go along with this,

then you're insane.

I could have died.

Boys?

This is the woman who assaulted me last night.

No, no-- No!

I can prove I'm Nomi Gardner!

[scoffs] Really?

And just how are you going to do that?

I'm Nomi Gardner.

My wallet. My I.D.'s in my wallet.

Are we all on the same page now?

Good.

This is impossible.

No...

Mark?

Mark, say something!

Mark!

Say something!

Mark!

It's...

identity theft.

I don't know what else to call it.

[Detective]: There must be family that can vouch for you.

[Nomi]: I'm an only child.

My parents died years ago.

[Detective]: And your close friends?

I'm not very social.

I hate crowds.

Since we moved here, I've literally been a hermit.

[Detective]: And you've had no interactions

with anyone in your neighborhood?

[Nomi]: The nanny...

we hired her when we moved to Olympia.

She takes Jane to kindergarten.

She gets the groceries...

She does everything.

I want to press charges, Officer.

Do you know anything about this?

Um...

"They can both rot in hell"?

"I just wish I could be in the room

when their kids find out I'm dead?"

That was the last post.

Yesterday at 11:00 p.m.

I'd say whoever wrote that

made their intentions pretty clear.

It wasn't me.

I don't use social media.

Greta March does.

I'm not Greta March.

Well, then we have a problem,

because everything I've been able to access

says otherwise.

They must have hacked my accounts.

Every website?

Every photograph?

Well, it wouldn't be that hard.

I have almost nothing of me online.

I...

just find this all very hard to believe.

Mark,

my husband,

he has been involved in a bunch of tech start-ups.

He knows a lot of people in the computer industry,

smart people

that he must have hired to do this.

[sighs wearily]

Okay, I'm just being devil's advocate here, okay?

Can I get you something to drink?

Yeah.

Okay.

Oh, God.

I gotta ask...

you know how crazy this sounds, right?

Uh-huh.

What's his motive?

What does he stand to gain

by going to all this trouble to switch your identities?

I don't know.

Unless there's money involved. Is there money involved?

My books have barely sold enough

to cover the advance.

What about him?

What does he stand to lose?

Nothing.

His last three companies have crashed and burned.

We only moved to Olympia

because Boston was getting too expensive,

and I kept telling him not to get a nanny,

because we can't afford it,

and he insisted.

Now I know why.

Look, all I can do right now is file a report,

but if it turns out to be false,

you could be charged with a felony.

Are you absolutely sure you want to do this?

Yes.

Please.

Okay.

I'll be right back.

Detective Krantz?

My name's Donovan Harris.

I know who you are, Counselor. What can I do for you?

I've been retained by Mark and Nomi Gardner.

This is a restraining order

against a former employee of the family.

Let me guess, Greta March?

My clients have employed Miss March as a nanny

for the past six months,

however, recently,

they've become concerned

with a decline in her performance.

The assault on Mrs. Gardner last night

was the final straw.

Now, they believe that Greta here

is clearly a danger to herself and to others.

Now, they won't press charges

if they don't have to,

but they do not want an unhinged,

and possibly suicidal woman

anywhere near their children

ever again.

A DNA test.

Excuse me?

That'll prove the kids are mine.

I'm sorry, which part of "ever again"

was unclear to you, Miss March?

I still want to file that report, Detective.

Are you listening to me?

This is the name of a good therapist.

Call her.

She'll be able to help you.

If you won't do your job,

then I'll find someone else around here who will.

Unless you want to end up in jail,

I suggest that you go home now and get your head on straight.

And for your own good,

stay far, far away from the Gardners.

[scoffs in disbelief]

[laughs ruefully]

Come on, come on, pick up.

[cell phone rings]

Hello?

Ted.

Nomi, hey.

I'm still reading,

but listen, so far, I've gotta say,

you're knocking it out of the park.

This is not about that.

So, to what do I owe the pleasure?

I have a big, big favor to ask you.

I need you to come to Seattle.

What? Why?

Uh...

It's about Mark and the kids.

Jesus, now you're scaring me.

Yeah, you're not the only one.

All right, I'm sitting down, so tell me what happened.

Okay, um...

I know it sounds really crazy,

and it's, uh, short notice,

but I need you to vouch for me.

Vouch for you? What...

I don't get it.

Ted...

I...

It's really important.

Yes or no.

[exhales] Um...

I'm gonna have to scramble around,

get someone to cover my classes, but yes,

of course.

if it's that important to you, whatever you need, Nomi.

Okay.

Thank you so much.

Uh, come to the North Precinct police station

tomorrow morning,

and ask for Detective Krantz.

Krantz, okay.

Uh, sure.

But Nomi...

what the hell is going on?

You're the best, Ted.

Really.

I owe you one.

[phone ringing]

How did it go?

The restraining order has been delivered.

I don't foresee any more issues.

Thanks, Donovan.

We'll touch base tomorrow.

So... how did it go?

Our alibi is in the bag.

That's a relief.

Now you can just focus on us.

Daddy?

I don't like it here.

When can we go home?

Soon, honey.

Very soon.

[Mark]: Trust me, you're going to love this park.

Can I go on the swings?

The swings?

Of course, you can go on the swings.

Jane...

how come you don't like your new Mommy?

I just don't.

Why do I have to call her that?

Because your old Mommy is sick,

and I know you love her, and you miss her,

but if you ever see her,

you can't talk to her.

Why?

It's hard to explain.

You just can't.

She's... dangerous.

Want to go on the slide?

Yeah!

All right.

You see,

your old mommy can hurt you and your brother

because she's sick.

I'm counting on you, Jane.

You understand?

I think so.

Good.

And if you're in trouble,

if someone like your old mommy,

tries to take you and Aiden,

what do you do?

Find a police officer?

That's right.

Find a police officer or call 911.

Remember, I love you.

Let's go, let's get out of here.

[yelps]

Hi, Mrs. G.

Lyle?

If you scream,

you're going to have to learn to make do with one kidney.

You're helping them.

What's going on?

Why are they doing this to me?

[gasps]

Get in.

[gasping in panic]

[cell phone vibrates]

Now what?

Yeah, we'll do lots of great stuff.

[incoming message chimes]

One second.

All right, we've got to hurry, baby.

Come on.

[***]

Son of a bitch.

What's going on?

I got a text from Lyle.

He said to meet him here.

Me too.

[cell phone rings]

Just one second, sweetie.

Hello?

We got a problem.

What happened?

I saw her at the park, alone.

I thought I could take her.

And instead she got your phone,

and now she knows everything.

I'm just cleaning up after your mess.

Besides, I took care of that other thing, didn't I?

I can fix this.

Prove it.

Find her and shut her up.

Everything's fine.

We're going back to the hotel.

Come on.

Come on, everyone.

Janie!

Slow down.

[door latch rattles]

Stay right here, okay?

It's okay, sweetie.

[sighs]

Mark, come look at this.

There's no one here.

There was.

Wonderful.

I spend all this money on hackers,

and now they're going to catch us

because I left this out.

Hey, no one's getting caught.

Jane...

I know that you're scared,

but I also know that you're very brave.

That's what makes you such a great astronaut.

Give Mommy a hug.

[gasps]

[sobbing softly]

See ya.

Oscar! Oscar...

Hi.

Hi.

Uh, are you okay?

Yeah. Uh...

Who am I?

[chuckles]

Um... you're Nomi Gardner?

We need to talk.

Okay. Right now?

Yeah. It's important.

Okay.

Um... my car is over here.

-Okay? -Yeah.

Okay, so wait, let me get this straight,

you have a cousin in the U.K. who's loaded,

and who just passed away,

and even though you didn't know this person existed,

he wills you his entire estate?

Not the whole thing, only five million U.S.

From what I can make out, the rest goes to charity.

Only five million.

Mark must have intercepted the first letter from the lawyer

and never told me.

Now Brenda Johnson,

my neighbor in Olympia is dead.

I can't believe they're willing to go this far.

So you think I'm next

because I know you're the real Nomi Gardner.

No one else west of the Rockies can pick me out of a lineup.

Even my publisher doesn't know what I look like.

We do everything by email and phone.

This is crazy.

No kidding.

No, this is...

[laughing in disbelief] ...really crazy.

Wait.

How do I know you weren't planning this

when we met at the hotel?

What?

For all I know,

you're the one pulling the scam, not them.

You want to know how?

This is how.

There's no author photo, I looked.

I know, I'm too humble for my own good,

but that's not what I meant.

Just pick a page.

Uh...

Just start reading, anywhere.

Okay.

Um...

"She crossed the street at a run,

"driven by an impulse

she could not contain..."

"The boulevards and alleyways were unusually empty.

"It was as if the city held its breath

"out of respect, or perhaps pity.

"She felt that if she came to a decision,

this moment of peace would end."

Are you convinced yet, or should I keep going?

That was amazing.

Will you help me?

When's the last time you ate?

I'm not sure.

It's been a blur.

Okay, I'm going to feed you.

And you can also take a nap, if you like.

There's no time.

We have to go to the police, both of us.

And say what?

The truth.

With...

With you vouching for me, proof of these documents,

and Ted coming in tomorrow,

the police will have to listen to me.

And then

I can get a court order for a maternity test

and I can get my kids back.

[crash and clatter outside]

What was that?

Don't go out there.

Take it easy.

Not everything's a conspiracy.

Oscar?

Oscar?

It's fine!

Probably just the wind.

[screams]

[taser crackling, Oscar gasps in pain]

[taser crackling]

Somebody's been looking at things they should not be.

I'm surprised you didn't turn off

my phone tracker.

Not too smart for a mystery writer.

Don't do this.

That money is legally mine.

Let me go, and you can name your price.

You're wasting your breath, lady.

I figure...

this poor guy,

he's just sitting down for dinner

when some crazy woman breaks in,

and she's got a bogus story about, uh...

you know, somebody stole her life.

He asks her to leave,

she wouldn't,

so he has to defend himself.

[laughs, scoffing]

What's so funny?

You haven't thought this through, have you?

What's that supposed to mean?

Well, correct me if I'm wrong,

but they want both of us dead, yes?

Well...

if he hits me with the bat, then how did I kill him?

And then there's the problem of the stun gun.

Unless the M.E. is really incompetent,

then they're gonna find burn marks in my back.

How are you going to explain that?

You think you're pretty smart, huh?

I come up with this stuff for a living.

Not anymore.

Okay...

[sniffs]

Here's the re-write.

You hit him with the bat,

then he shot you with the stun gun,

twice.

Your ticker couldn't handle the voltage.

Happened to a guy I knew in the joint.

You've been in prison.

Why am I not surprised?

I guess I can't appeal to your better nature.

You could if I had one.

[groaning and struggling]

[groans in pain]

[blows thud]

[Lyle groans in pain]

[groaning] Is he gone?

I think so.

Are you okay?

Uh... yeah.

You know, it's just another Saturday night.

[groaning in pain]

[cell phone vibrating]

Tell me it's done.

[breathing hard] Not exactly.

"Not exactly"?

What the hell does that mean?

It means the bitch hit me with a bat, all right?

What the hell was she doing with a baseball bat?

No, wait, I don't even want to know that.

This is... This is unbelievable.

It was two against one.

I mean, what did you expect me to do?

What am I paying you for?

No, scratch that.

Get back here,

and make sure no one sees you.

What are you doing?

I'm cutting our losses.

We've just got to get through

the next 24 hours,

and that money is ours.

The longest 24 hours of my life.

I know, it won't be easy.

We'll be back home in our bed,

and she'll be rotting away in a mental hospital.

And then our children will be back where they belong,

with me.

Exactly.

It's okay, Aiden.

Our real mommy's going to come for us.

[wincing]

We need to call the police.

I already tried that.

Come on, they tried to kill us.

The cops can't ignore this now.

They did before.

You said you needed someone to back up your story.

Here I am.

Hey...

What did I say?

It's not you.

My husband's been sleeping with another woman

for God knows how long,

and he just sent someone to kill me.

Twice.

[sighs in anguish]

Nomi. Hey.

I can't put you in danger.

What are you talking about?

They're willing to commit murder.

Do you really want to look over your shoulder

for the rest of your life?

Oh, hey, I can take care of myself.

[sighs heavily]

I need to leave.

Nomi, I can't let you do this.

You're going to have to.

Nomi...

No, Nomi, don't go.

Nomi...

[roar of traffic]

This is the second time this month.

Sorry I'm late.

Is he here?

Yes.

Right this way, Miss...

Yeah.

Teddy...

I'm so glad to see you.

[stammering] I thought I was here for Nomi.

Teddy...

tell her it's me.

Are you saying this is not Nomi Gardner?

Look, I...

I'm a busy man, okay? I...

I dropped everything

to get on the redeye from Boston

because she said it was an emergency,

I haven't had a wink of sleep,

so I'd appreciate it if you'd quit wasting my time.

Oh, my God.

Not you, too.

Mr. Curtis,

do you know this woman?

I've never seen her before in my life.

- Dammit! - Miss March!

-Damn you for this! -You need to calm down!

How much did they offer you? A hundred grand? Two?

It's a drop in the bucket, Teddy.

That's enough!

Let me tell you, they're ripping you off.

$5 million, that's how much is in the trust.

That's a lot of gin and tonics, Teddy.

Don't let them get you cheap, Teddy!

You can let go of me now.

Are you going to stay calm?

Yeah, I'm gonna stay calm.

You've been warned, you need to go home

before you get yourself into more trouble,

do you understand?

More trouble?

How am I gonna get in any more trouble?

There she is.

Detective, this woman has violated her restraining order.

Now, these are declarations from my clients

stating that she broke into their hotel room yesterday

and threatened their children.

That's not true.

Janie and Aiden were not there.

You see, this woman is clearly a menace.

Now we suggest that she be detained

under Title 71

for her own protection.

You son of a bitch!

You leave me no choice. Officers...

I am placing you

under involuntary psychiatric detention

for 72 hours.

Get a warrant, and search the hotel room.

You will find documents that prove my inheritance.

You will be evaluated at a county medical facility

by a mental health professional.

You have the right to speak to your attorney

during this time.

You can't do this!

No! No!

No!

What's going on?

Where are they taking her?

That depends on what her shrink says

about her mental state.

I'm sorry you had to come all this way for nothing.

Yeah, I'm sorry, too.

Mm-hmm.

There is only one thing I'm curious about, though.

You said that Nomi Gardner asked you to come.

But she didn't show.

Just Miss March did.

What's your point?

I have no point.

I just... found it strange, that's all.

It's a strange world.

I have no argument there.

Excuse me.

Mm-hmm.

[sighs]

Yeah.

It's done.

I want to speak to a lawyer right now.

Are you listening to me?

I have the right to speak to an attorney!

No...

No, please, no.

This is a mistake.

You can't do this to me!

Please, no... no!

No, no, no, no...

[sobbing] No!

Please...

[sobbing in anguish]

[screaming] My name is Nomi Gardner!

Please, please, please...

Hello?

Please, my kids need me.

Let me out!

Please... my kids!

[sobbing] Please...

Please... my kids need me!

[sobbing in panic]

Help me, help me!

[screaming and banging]

Let me out!

Would you stop that?

You're making me nervous.

You're nervous?

I just arranged a murder and had my wife committed.

She's a vindictive schizophrenic

and Brenda Johnson died in a freak accident.

Patience.

Refresh it again.

It's automatic.

Just humor me, please?

[sighs wearily]

It's here.

[laughing in triumph]

Oh ye of little faith.

So... how does it feel

to be a very rich man, Mr. Gardner?

You want to know how it feels, Mrs. Gardner?

[giggling]

I always knew my dreams would come true.

[chuckles]

[baby starts crying]

Damn, he has some lungs on him.

[sighs heavily] It's okay,

I'll take care of it.

After all, I am his mother.

You really love him,

don't you?

Like he was my own.

[giggles]

[baby screaming in distress]

Who is it?

The professor.

And what does he want?

[doorbell rings]

[knocks]

Nomi?

Well, I'll be damned.

Love what you've done with your hair.

What do you want?

I just wanted to see your new place.

Nice neighborhood.

I'll bet the crime rate is really low.

And there's the man of the house.

Congratulations on your recent windfall, Mark,

but hey, if anyone deserves it, you do.

Your money's on the way.

Well, that's wonderful news.

I am enjoying my stay.

It's a beautiful hotel you put me in.

Well, we're very appreciative.

Excellent, then I'm sure you won't mind

adding another little zero to that hundred grand.

[laughs]

You're even more of a lush than I thought.

She's right.

You get what we agreed to, not a cent more.

Nomi-- [clearing throat]

the real Nomi--

she told me how much you two are making

off this little scam,

and I am not so old and miserable

that I am gonna sell out a friend

for table scraps.

Now, come on, Mark,

I don't think you're in any position to bargain here.

You don't want me going back to that police station

and changing my story.

250.

500,000,

not a cent less.

Fine.

Fine?

Just pay him and get him out of here.

Pleasure doing business with you.

I'll be the one in my hotel room

checking my balance,

and hey,

I think you should hurry up and act on this,

because, uh,

my flight to Bermuda leaves at 9:00 tonight.

[door closes]

My ex had a Chihuahua like that.

He bit me after I gave him a chew toy.

How would you like a raise?

[gasping and struggling]

[bones crunch]

It had to be done.

Even if we paid him,

there's no guarantees he wouldn't be back.

[Jane, worried] Is everything okay down there?

Perfectly fine, sweetie.

I'll be up in a minute.

[baby Aiden crying]

Next time you try to tie up a loose end,

try not to do it in our front yard

where the children can see.

Hey, a little reminder.

We just became millionaires today.

You're right.

[baby screaming upstairs]

Excuse me, Jane and Aiden need their mother.

[baby screaming]

[***]

Thank you, Ian.

Have a seat, Miss March.

I'd rather stand.

Suit yourself.

Do you understand why you're here?

I'm on a psych hold,

what they'd call a 5150 in California,

and you're the shrink

who's supposed to decide just how crazy I am.

[chuckles] That's right,

only we don't use the term "crazy" here.

How very enlightened of you.

In my first book,

my protagonist ended up in a place like this.

I did my research, but I have to say,

it's really different being on this side of the desk.

Ah, yes.

You believe you are a mystery writer

named Nomi Gardner.

And when I prove that I'm right,

you and a lot of other people are going to look very stupid.

Well, the last thing a man in my profession wants

is to look stupid,

so...

why don't you prove it to me,

right now.

I'd love to,

but you and I both know that that's not going to happen.

Would you do me a favor?

Take a look in that mirror and tell me what you see.

That mirror?

Yes. Please.

I see a woman who's lost everything.

Want to know what I see?

A woman who has everything to gain.

And all I have to do

is pretend to be someone I'm not, right?

I don't want you to do anything

you're not comfortable with.

Really?

Really.

I'm so glad to hear that.

Thank you.

And I'm sorry.

For what?

For this.

[yelping in pain]

Ian!

[gasps in fright]

[shouting in protest]

No!

No! No!

No...

[calling silently]

[***]

[sobbing in distress] No...

Well, the good news is I've finished my evaluation.

The bad news is

I think you're going to be with us

for a lot longer than 72 hours.

No...

Hold still, Greta.

Hold still.

Please don't do this.

It's just a muscle relaxant.

We don't want you biting off your tongue, now, do we?

Take her to the ECT.

Let's see if we can get some electro-shock therapy

to jog something loose.

Please...

This is a mistake.

I'm not... Greta March.

I'm Nomi Gardner.

Nomi Gardner...

I'm not...

I'm not who you think I am.

[gasping] I have...

I have two children.

They're in danger.

Just try and relax, Greta.

My...

[sobs]

My name's not Greta.

[sobbing]

[panting in terror]

[emergency alarm starts blaring]

It's probably just a drill.

There was nothing scheduled.

I guess we'll have to pick this up later.

[alarm blaring]

[alarm blaring]

You...

They need your help in Ward C right away,

some of the psychotics are refusing to leave.

What about her?

I've got her.

I'm not Greta.

My name is Nomi Gardner.

You have to believe me.

I do.

You do?

It's me.

Oh!

Oscar!

[laughs]

Can you walk?

I don't think so, they gave me something.

Well, we are just going to have to risk it.

Come on.

Okay.

[alarm blaring]

I got you, I got you.

Okay, let's get out of here

before someone realizes

I'm not qualified to practice medicine.

Okay.

How did you find me?

My sister is a dispatch officer.

She owed me a favor.

I thought I told you to stay out of it.

Can I be honest?

Yeah.

I think letting someone with your talent

waste away in a mental hospital

would be a crime against literature.

Okay.

This way.

[patients shouting]

Over here.

Hey! What do you think you're doing?

Uh-oh.

That woman is my patient!

Where are you taking her?

Thank you!

Hey!

Stop!

Stop!

[chuckles in victory]

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Listen, I don't want to rain on your parade,

but we're officially fugitives from justice now.

Got any ideas?

Only one.

Get my kids.

I thought you'd say that.

[***]

[glass shattering]

Honey?

Are you okay?

Oh, fine, just dropped something!

I'll be there in a minute.

Hey.

Honey...

are you okay?

Daddy, the music is too loud.

I'm sorry.

Your mommy and I are having a little party.

I'll turn it down, okay?

She's not my mom!

Janie, don't say that.

You know that's not true.

Yes, it is!

Janie...

Janie, get back here!

[bedroom door slams]

You know, I was thinking of redecorating,

but then I remembered

we're not going be living here much longer.

No, we won't.

God...

this just feels so good, you know?

All this stress just... just melting away.

We really are living our dream,

and pretty soon,

you and I are going to be lounging on a beach

in Costa Rica.

Little Aiden is going to be playing on my lap,

while Janie is braiding my hair

and talking about her first day

at primary school.

What about me?

Oh, you will be thinking

of all the wild and naughty things

that I'll be doing to you while they're in bed.

[knock on door]

Who is it?

It's Lyle.

Hey...

[laughs]

Here's to sand in my shorts

and umbrellas in my drinks!

I will drink to that.

[Lyle laughing in triumph]

How did it go?

Easy.

He smelled like a distillery,

so I rolled his car,

lit it up.

Ooh...

The teacher had excellent taste in whiskey.

Does he have to be here?

Greta, we're all friends.

Actually one of us is an employee.

I prefer the term "business partner".

Yeah, well,

your business is killing people,

and we have two children upstairs asleep!

Greta--

I did what I was paid to do.

Yeah, and I don't want to constantly

be reminded of that!

What do you expect me to do?

You want me to disappear into some gutter?

Hey, Lyle...

Lyle, she did not mean that.

Actually, I did!

Oh, so that's how it is, huh? Yeah?

I'm supposed to clean up all of your messes

while you sit here,

and you play house with your two little runts?

I'm not playing house!

[smashing bottle]

9-1-1, what is your emergency?

Hello?

I need a police officer.

Okay. What's your name?

These are my children!

This is my husband!

Don't you dare ever question

my commitment to this family again!

Listen...

both of you.

We have a really good thing going here,

so settle down.

[baby Aiden starts screaming]

Now look what you've done.

Shh, shh, shh, shh...

Oh, sweetheart, don't cry, Mommy's here.

Hi, sweetie!

Aw...

are you hungry?

Oh, yes, you must be so hungry,

because Mommy hasn't been feeding you, has she?

Let me find your bottle, okay?

There you go.

Good boy.

Good boy. Where's your bottle?

[baby crying in distress]

Where's the damn bottle?

[baby screaming]

[shouting] Mark! Where's the bottle!

She's taking this new mother thing

pretty serious, huh?

Shut it, Lyle.

[Greta shouting]: Mark! Can you get it for me, please!

[mocking] "Mark, can you get it for me, please?"

[Mark shouting]: I don't know where it is!

Damn it, keep your voice down!

Jane, don't let all that yelling scare you.

Jane?

Our daughter is missing.

Are you sure?

Of course I'm sure.

Jane!

Jane?

Damn.

I knew she would do this.

You take the front yard, I will take the back.

She couldn't have gotten far.

Watch the baby.

Me?

Mother of the year.

What's going on in there?

No idea.

All I know is

that psychopath is with my kids.

Hey, wait.

I'm not so sure about this.

Then stay here.

I'm going in.

Nomi...

I'm coming, I'm coming.

Okay.

[baby screaming]

You are wasting your breath, little guy!

[baby crying and screaming]

[turns on TV]

[increases volume]

That's better.

...Breaking news.

Authorities are warning King County residents

to be on the lookout for a patient

who escaped from a psychiatric facility

near Red Bank.

The patient, Greta March, 39,

is described as dangerous to herself and to others,

and may be accompanied by an unidentified male

in his early-to-mid-30s.

If you see either one of these people,

do not try to approach them.

Instead, call 9-1-1 immediately.

[baby screaming]

[cell phone rings]

Yeah?

She escaped.

What?

Nomi. I just saw it on the news.

I think she's with the bellhop.

This situation's getting way too out of hand.

What if this plays in Boston, and somebody sees it, hmm?

Or, or...

what if she comes for her kids?

You've got to hold it together, Lyle.

Hold it together?

She could bring heat,

serious heat down on us.

[whispering] Oh...

Hi. Hi...

Are you okay?

Did you miss me?

We're going to get you out of here, okay?

But you have to be really, really quiet.

Okay? No crying.

Can you do that for me?

Okay.

Okay...

Let's go find your sister.

Come on.

Jane?

Jane?

Yeah, we're gonna need another exit strategy.

Listen, Lyle,

you need to deal with this... now.

Yeah.

Okay.

This mess just keeps getting bigger.

Okay, you just need to focus

on finding our daughter, okay?

Jane!

[stool thuds]

Whoa, whoa, I wouldn't do that.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah, he's right.

Before you got your phone back,

I made a copy of the memory card,

and I gave it to the cops.

They have all your texts, all your phone records.

They know everything, Lyle.

They can do that?

Where is my daughter?

She took off.

She was getting pretty fed up with those two,

and I'm... I'm starting to see her point.

She took off?

[sirens wail]

Hi there.

Are you a police officer?

Yes, I am. What's the matter, honey?

I want my mommy!

Okay, okay, let's see what we can do.

Can you tell me your name?

Jane.

That's a pretty name.

Jane what?

Jane Gardner.

And is this your house?

Jane!

I'm Mark Gardner, that's my daughter.

Oh, Jane, where have you been?

You scared the heck out of us.

We received a 9-1-1 from a child

saying she needed help.

I'm so sorry,

my daughter has a very vivid imagination.

No, they're lying!

I want my real mommy!

Don't say that,

you're hurting your mother's feelings.

Okay, I'm sorry,

but I'm going to need to see I.D.s from both of you.

Of course.

Yeah.

I never thought things would go this far.

They kept changing the plan.

Well, it's not too late to run if you want to.

Run?

Go.

All right.

Okay.

Yeah.

[sighs in relief]

Is that true,

about his phone?

I wish.

Come on, we have to find Jane before they do.

You go.

I'll take the baby.

Okay. Just take him.

There you go.

There we go.

Hi. Hey...

I think he likes you.

Yeah, well, who could blame him, right?

[chuckles]

Not me.

[laughs nervously]

[front door shuts]

Okay, honey, um,

you're going to have to go with your parents, okay?

No, please, I don't want to!

Get away from her!

Mommy!

Ma'am, I'm going to have to ask you to stay right there.

That's my daughter.

Jane, are you okay?

Yes!

That woman is Greta March.

She's an escaped mental patient.

Ma'am, hands on the hood of the vehicle,

spread your legs.

My name is Nomi Gardner.

That man is my husband, Mark,

and that woman is Greta March.

She's lying.

They killed my neighbor,

and now they're trying to make everyone think that she's me.

There's a lot of money at stake.

Take me back to the station,

do a DNA test,

you'll find out that I'm telling the truth.

Last warning, hands on the vehicle.

You're making a mistake.

Come here, Jane!

Please don't believe them! Please!

I'm going to need back-up here,

1677 Crescent Drive.

-Possible 207A. -Copy that.

They're going to take her away from me.

No, they're not.

Then they're going to take away Aiden.

Calm down.

I can't live without them!

Ma'am, ma'am,

I need you to stay here!

Would a real mother

abandon her child like that?

Lyle!

Where's my baby!

Lyle! Where's my baby?

Janie, get back here!

I am your father, dammit!

Come here.

Please don't take my mommy away again!

Okay. I believe you.

Take her to the front seat of the car.

Hey, hey, what are you doing?

No-- what? No, no, no, no,

you can't-- you can't do this.

Yeah, well, I just did.

Now, put your hands on the vehicle!

This is wrong!

Janie!

You!

[screaming] Lyle!

What are you doing in my house?

Waiting for the police.

Oh, yeah, the, uh...

the handyman gave you up.

I don't believe you.

Look, just let me have my baby,

and nobody else will get hurt, I swear.

Mm-mm.

[baby starts screaming]

I am not going to let you take this baby.

I...

Please.

[tearfully] Aiden...

Get out of here.

I... [sobbing]

[sighs]

Ma'am, we're not going in that house without back-up.

My son is in there!

No! Ma'am!

No...

[officer]: Hey, hey, hey, hey...

[skull thuds]

Janie, please open the door!

Janie!

Open the door, you little bitch!

[taser crackling]

Don't you ever touch my children again.

[Mark calling] Let me out!

[sobbing in relief]

Is this it?

The results of your DNA.

I suspect, no more surprises?

None.

My sincere apologies, Mrs. Gardner.

Your kids are waiting for you.

So, what now?

My lawyer says I'll have to testify.

We both will.

[chuckles] I meant after the trial.

Once your ex and the nanny from hell

are safely behind bars.

Well, I have a great idea for a new book.

[chuckles ruefully]

But first I need to catch up with these two.

Well, when you come up to breathe, give me a call.

I never did get the chance to microwave you a dinner.

Thanks, I...

I'd love that.

I'll be in touch.

Bye.

Be careful, honey!

Are you going to play with me, Mommy?

Of course, honey!

Let's go.

[***]