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Previously on
Tell Me A Story...

BEAU:
Do you recognize him?
His name's Kyle Verafield.

He's a grad student at Vandy.

He couldn't
protect you,

but I can.
[shouts]

[screaming]

[gunshots]

[screams]

Thank you for saving me.

My dad left me nothing?Two months ago,

he was going on about
leaving the business to you.

She must have
changed the trust.

SIMONE:
Did Dad still have that old
safe hidden in his office?

This doesn't prove
that she killed him.

But it does prove
she's not the grieving widow.

Help me!

[screams]TUCKER: Relax.

It's okay.What do you want from me?

TUCKER:
You're gonna help me.
I'm a writer.

My new book is about
love and loss.

Who's Anna?

You never told her?

Anna was my twin.What happened to her?

TUCKER:
We'd play on this dock.

I don't know how she fell in.

When I'm out here, it's like

she's still here with me.

[creaking]

♪

[insects chirping]

Well, I get it now.

Why you love it
out here so much.

Yeah, it's peaceful,
isn't it?

And you feel closer
to your sister.

Anna and I,
we made some...

great memories
out here.

Maybe one day
our kids will, too.

Okay. Let's go inside.

It's getting chilly.

[exhales]

[footsteps overhead]

[muffled chatter]

[yawns]
Sorry.

You had a long day.

Yeah.

Do you want me to stay?No.

You've got
work tomorrow.

I'll be okay.

Thank you, though.Okay.

Who's Olivia?

Yeah, I was gonna
tell you about her.

We met on Tinder.

How do you feel
about three-ways?

She's hot.
Oh, yeah?
I'm sure.

Who is she?

She's my editor's
new assistant.

Checks in with me
every day to see

how the pages
are coming along.[chuckles softly]

Olivia.

[metal clanging]

I am really glad that you came.

Me, too.

[metal clanging in distance]

Oh, the water heater's
acting up.

[scoffs]
It's so old.

[chuckles softly]

[weakly]:
Help me.

Help... [whimpers]

I'm gonna go.

[clanging continues]

I got to check up
on that boiler.

It's gonna keep me up
all night. Mmm.

[panting]

I'll walk you out.

[sighs]
Drive safe.

I love you.I love you, too.

♪

[grunting]

Stop doing that.

Damn it, Anna! Stop.

Anna?

Olivia.

It's late.
We should get some rest.

No. No!

♪

♪

♪

[birds singing]

[knocking]

[sighs]

Hey.

Hey.

How are you doing?

Okay.All right.

Last night was enough
for anyone.

[sighs]

Hey.

Take a deep breath.

[both inhale and exhale deeply]

You can relax now.

Can I?

I know that
Kyle is dead.

Something's
not quite right.

What?

It's an instinct,
like a gut feeling.

[sighs]

Kyle talked to me
like he loved me.

So, what are you saying?
You're saying, like,

that the psychology
doesn't fit?Yeah, maybe.

Some of the things
that he said--

that he would never hurt me,
that...

he wanted to protect me, just...

didn't seem like
someone who wanted to kill me.

He broke into your house,
came at you with a knife.

Yes, I know it.

The bomber should be Kyle.

It's logical. It makes sense.

I just wish
I could be sure, and...

I'm not.

Okay.

So I'll look into it.

Thank you.

I just want you to feel safe.

♪

[laughs softly]

I got to get to work.

We'll talk later.

Mm.

CORA:
That's Clay Callaway.

Callaway?
Why do I know that name?

He's managing partner at
your father's law firm.

The same firm that
drafted Frank's trust.

I knew it.

My dad would never cut me out.
This proves it.

No. All this proves is

that Veronica is
a liar and a cheat.

Maybe that's enough.

Reputation means everything
to Veronica.

Imagine what her country club
friends would say.

What are you thinking?

The art benefit is tonight.

They're honoring Dad.And Veronica will be there.

The perfect place
to let her know what I know.

What will that do
besides piss her off?

It's hard to get away
with murder, Cora.

The killer always slips up.

I'm gonna turn up the heat and
see if I can make that happen.

Well, it's a formal affair.

Then, I'll need something nice.

You leave that to me.

KEN:
Hey.

One second.

Talk to my son.

I thought
they were already done.

Just wrapping up.

Jeff called.

He's, uh, being released
from the hospital.

Minor concussion, and he wants
to come back to work tomorrow.

Nice to hear
some good news.I'm gonna be in

the monitor room.Hold up.

Tell me something.

Why were you
outside with Ashley

when Kyle snuck
into the house?

I had to talk to her
about something.

About her security needs?

Not-not exactly.

I watched the footage
from yesterday.

The way you looked at her,
the body language.

You'd have to be blind
not to see it.

It's-it's not like that.

Rebecca saw you
and Ashley kissing.

Last night?

This morning.

I told you to keep
it professional.

Yeah, I know. I...

I'm-I'm so sorry.

Rebecca thinks it's best
that you leave. I agreed.

[stammers]
I can still do my job.

It's not a discussion.

You're gonna finish out
today, and then you're done.

Pops...

[quietly]:
Fuck.

Oh, good, Jackson is here,
and almost on time.

Good morning.

You're all looking
exceptionally beautiful.

Wow, someone's
in a good mood.

And why shouldn't I be? Ashley
escaped her psycho stalker,

we are all here together,
and there are doughnuts.

Tasty baked goods.

Hey, Mom,

uh...

Dad's old tuxedo still around?

I have no idea. Why?

I just have a...
event I have to go to.

Ooh, with a girl?

Yeah, with a girl.

MADDIE:
Oh.

Uh, I met a girl.

Of course you did.ASHLEY: Mom,
why do you always

have to get on him?
Can't you see he's trying?

So, Ashley,

you really take down
this attacker?

[sighs] I barely remember it.

It's like I was on
autopilot or something.

I just kept thinking, "Please,
don't let him hurt Susie."

How is she doing?

Spending time with her family
in Memphis.

Well, remind me
to never mess with you.

[chuckles]
It wasn't just me.

Beau helped.

So modest.

You're a badass. Own it.MADDIE: Mm-hmm.

REBECCA:
Jackson is right,

for once.

MADDIE:
Come on.

Let's go get that tux.

Great idea.

I'm proud of you.

You were so brave,

and I'm just so relieved
to have all of this done.

It's not over.

I don't think Kyle
was the bomber.

What are you talking about?I don't think

he's the one that tried
to kill me.

That person's still out there.

Honey, you've had a traumatic
experience. Last night...

That's not what this is about.You're gonna

feel safe eventually.
It's just gonna take time.

Beau believes me.
He's looking into it.

Beau isn't going to be
working here anymore.

I had to let him go.

You can't do that.

I know that you have
developed feelings...

That's not what this is about.

Honey, you are vulnerable
right now.

Your feelings
are not real.

Oh, yeah?
How would you know that?

Ashley...Beau stays.

♪

TUCKER:
You almost done in there?

I got to say, you've been

really good for me, Olivia.

I've already written
20 pages this morning.

Book's really
coming together.

Want to give them a read?

Could use another
point of view.

Who's Anna?

Last night,
you called me Anna.

I want to know who she is.

We're not talking about her.

Tell me who Anna is.

She's gone.

Stop saying her name.

I know she's not one
of the girls buried

in your rose bushes.

You want to talk
about the past?

All right. [chuckles]

Let's talk about Luke.

You tell me
about Luke,

and I will tell you
who Anna was.

I already told you about him.Not everything.

You see, I did a little
Google search. It turns out Luke

wasn't exactly
Mr. Wonderful, was he?

You guys had
a few run-ins, hmm?

Disturbing the peace,

a little domestic violence.

Did he hit you?

Of course not.

Then why did the police

show up at your doorstep?

Because we had
a bitch of a landlady.

Stuck her nose
in everyone's business,

told the police
that he was abusing me.

Believe me,

I know when I'm being abused.

Your turn.

Anna was my sister.

This was my grandfather's cabin.
We spent a lot of time here.

Was all this stuff hers?

She used to love
that night-light.

We couldn't sleep without it.

Is that why I'm here?

To replace your sister?

I should get back to work.

Is that it?

Answer me!

[door closes]

[lock clicks]

Ashley, uh,

I brought somebody
here to see you.

Detective Roberts.

BEAU:
She's come to
hear you out.

Unofficially, of course.

Beau tells me

you don't think Kyle
was the bomber.

I'm sorry, it just...

doesn't make sense.

Forgive me,
but we're talking about

a psycho with a fire fetish.

You saw what he did to his body.

But his burns
were new.

I think he burned himself
after my attack.

But that doesn't
actually prove anything.

He was at the hotel that night.

He filmed the explosion
with his phone.
Yeah.

So did a lot of people,
from what I've seen online.

I understand
your concern.

I do...
Really?

Do you know what it's like

to have someone want you dead?

To live in fear, always
looking over your shoulder?

Ms. Rose...

I'm sorry to make
more work for you,

but unless you show me proof
that Kyle is the one

who blew up my car...

this nightmare isn't over.

I will definitely take
your concerns into account.

Gwen?

You're blowing her off.

It's not me.

The department wants
this case closed.

Okay, so answer me this.

Did you find
any bomb-making materials

at his place?
No.

He might've built the
device somewhere else.

Pretty advanced,
if you ask me.
Not really.

I mean, anyone can figure out
how to build a pipe bomb

on the Internet.
Did he?

Have you even looked
through his search history yet?

Yeah.

It was clean.

[exhales]

What if you just slipped me
a copy of the case file?

Jesus... Beau.

Can't toe the blue line

to protect one
of your own, but...

now you want to
break the rules?

Is this really
worth it?

What she is saying

deserves a closer look.

Yeah, well...

there's lots of footage
we haven't gone through.

This guy filmed
everything, so...

Well...
[clears throat]

I got nothing
but free time.

Yeah.

All right, these
look great, Maddie.

Let's overnight 'em,
so it gets there before noon.

Hey, what's wrong?

Nothing.

Bullshit.

I think Tucker's
having an affair.

God.

What makes you think that?

I found a
woman's number

in his cabin.

Someone named Olivia.

He said that she
was his editor's

new assistant.
I checked...

She's not.

So, are you gonna talk to him?

I don't know,
what's the point?

He already lied.

Yeah, but don't you want
to know for sure?

I don't know...

what I want.

[sniffles]

You are...

lovely.

The spitting image
of your mother.

Do you miss her?

Of course.

She was my best friend.

I loved those nights
at the distillery,

watching Mom work,

bossing everyone around,
even Dad.

[both laughing]

She was a force of nature.

I wanted to be just like her.

You are.
No.

I'm not.

I know you've had your...

struggles.

You can say it.

You don't have
to tiptoe.

I'm an ex-con.

Well, you were dealt
a terrible hand.

I used to say
the same thing.

Gave me an excuse
for falling for bad men.

For lying and stealing.

But I made those choices.

No one else.

Well, everyone deserves
a second chance.

I'm not sure I'm worthy.

I don't believe that.

And neither do you.

You could have taken
Veronica's money and run,

but you are here.

I owe it to Dad
to get the truth.

You are a vision.

There's one more thing.

My secret weapon.

[inhales sharply]

[both laugh]

And now they're yours.

They're beautiful.

Thank you, Cora,
for everything.

I can't wait to see the look
on Veronica's face.

I guess Dad's arms
were longer than mine.

It's okay.

We can pin up
the sleeves.

Hey, are you sure
you're up for this?

Could use the
distraction.

Music used to be
my way of dealing.

My escape from all
the shitty things in my life.

Are you still not singing?

I've tried.

But something isn't right.

My voice feels different.

You probably just need practice.

We need a jam session.

[chuckles]:
Or maybe

I could just use
a little more rest.

Stay still.

[quietly]:
Sorry.

There you go.

[sighs]

Your mystery woman's
gonna love this.

Hey, Ashley...

Who is she, big bro?

She's just some girl.

She got you in a tux.

I think that says it all.

It's new,
but I really like her.

It's been a long time
since I've seen that tux.

You look handsome.

Just like your dad.

But you're missing one thing.

[laughs]

Dad's cuff links.

[chuckles]

You should try 'em on.

♪

♪ The story of my life...

He loved these.

[exhales]

♪ Some whiskey tore right out

Perfect.

♪ And others time erases...

Thanks, Mom.

Please don't pawn them.

♪ It's written on their faces

[both laugh]

♪ The story of my life...

[sighs]

[moans]

♪ Some whiskey tore right out

♪ And others time erases

♪ It's sad but true,
this life I knew ♪

♪ But it taught me
what grace is. ♪

KYLE:
Here we go.

It's a big day for my girl.

Today her first album
finally drops.

After tonight,

everyone everywhere is gonna
know the name Ashley Rose.

[whoops]

KEN:
Must be losing my mind.

'Cause I swear
we talked about this already.

You already fired me,
so you can't do that again.

What kind of number has
this woman done on you?

I did not call you in here
for another lecture.

Please sit down.
I have something critical

I need to show you.

Now, this guy, he spent half
of his time filming Ashley.

There's a ton of footage,
but look at this.

And there it is.

Her Porsche. ThePorsche.

Her present to herself when her
album presale numbers came out.

[laughs]
It's just so her.

He was in the garage that night,
where the valet kept her car

and where there were
no cameras. Look.

[laughs]:
So her.

Get a load of this guy.

Of course he has
to touch her car.

He wasn't the bomber.

But looks like he got
the actual bomber on film.

I've sent some stills of this
guy over to my friend at NPD,

and I'm just waiting on an ID.

Great work, son.

[sighs]
Thank you.

[typing]

[phone vibrating]

The past few days
have been difficult,

to say the least.

Frank's recent passing
has left a hole

in my heart and in my life.

But Frank was
an ardent supporter

of the arts, which is why

I am so happy to be
representing him here

at the Nashville County Arts
Federation.

And...

So...

And so...

please join me
in raising a glass

to my late husband.

To Frank Garland.

CROWD:
To Frank.

♪

Simone.Simone.

What the hell
is she doing here?

VERONICA:
Just calm down.

Want me to call security?I'll call security.

No. Let's not make a scene.

Mr. Mayor.Veronica.

I am so honored
you could attend.

I wouldn't miss it
for the world.

Thank you.

For you.

I almost didn't recognize you.

I clean up well.

Yes, you do.

You look...

Radiant? Beguiling?

Captivating?

Yeah, all those words and more.

And this dress is...

Alluring?

Ravishing?Hold on, hold on.

I got this one.

Enchanting.

Just like the woman wearing it.

[waltz playing]

Dance with me?

So, what am I doing here
exactly?

Let's call it moral support.

[laughs] First time
I've been used for my morals.

First time for
everything.

[chuckles]

[both laugh]

[crickets chirping]

I thought we'd have
an ID by now.

It hasn't been
that long.

We'll give it
some time.

[sighs] Look,
I know I behaved...

totally unprofessionally.

I'm sorry.

It's fine to care.

You just can't cross that line.

I know, I just...[computer beeps]

Facial ID

got a hit.

Dylan Young.

He's been in and out of prison
since he was 13.

You found him, son.

Before anybody else.
That's great work.

706 Nassau.

Beau, NPD can
take it from here.

Gwen will have to convince
the captain

to reopen the case--
could take days.

I don't need to remind you,
you're not a cop anymore.

I'm just doing a drive-by.

Wait one damn
second, will you?

If you're gonna pretend
to be a cop for a day...

I'm not gonna let
you do it alone.

[playing waltz]

Mind if I cut in?

Yes, I do.

[whispers]:
It's fine.

Enjoy.

Thought you were
leaving town.

Changed my mind.

I'm glad.

Mom isn't a
murderer, Simone.

She really loved Dad.She loved his money.

She says the same
thing about you.Hmm.

I mean... I don't
believe her.

You're much better
than you were in high school.

[chuckles]
Thanks.

Remember when you taught me
to waltz for spring formal?

You wanted to impress that girl.[chuckles]

What was her name?

Deanna.Right.

She was sweet.

Sweet of you
to teach me to dance.

You were always nice to me.

Would you excuse me?

Yeah. Sure.

Simone.

What a surprise.

[sighs]
Yeah, she's full of 'em.

How's the nose?

You were supposed
to leave town.

Now I need to call the cops

and tell them about your little
break-in at the distillery.

I guess I'll need a lawyer.

I hear Clay Callaway's good.

I know the two of you
were having an affair.

Got a lot of nerve, Simone.
You vanish for years,

you want to come back in
here, running your mouth?

I have proof. Photos.

My father had you
under surveillance.

No.

You fucked Clay Callaway

until he agreed
to change the trust.

And then you pushed my dad
down the stairs.

You have no idea

what goes on
inside a marriage.

I loved Frank,

but he was not
the perfect husband.

And whatever I did
or did not do

with Mr. Callaway

is proof of nothing.

We'll let the police decide.

Not to mention the court

of public opinion.

Okay, here it is.

Thank you so much.

Simone.

I am done with you

harassing this family.

Go back to where the fuck
you came from!

Back off!

If you kick the hornet's nest,

you're gonna get stung.

Excuse me, I think
this belongs to you.

[grunts][gasps]

[shouts]Hey!

You're not the only one
that box, pretty boy.

I realize that now.

[grunting]

Stop! Stop!

[grunting]

Stop it, you two.

I said enough!

[panting]

Go back to your mommy, Ron.

[chuckles]
You've been warned.

It was nice fighting with you.

Hey.

Moral support, remember?

Sorry.

You're bleeding.

Eh, it's not the first time.

I'm gonna go
get cleaned up.

I'll wait for you outside.

[grunting]

[screams]

[sighs]

[breathing heavily]

[soft chatter]

If memory serves,

you're a bourbon man.

So,

what did Maddie tell you?

She thinks you're
having an affair.

[chuckles]

Well, I'm not.

Oh, well, she's
checked up on you.

Did a little digging.

Olivia isn't your
editor's assistant.

Who is she?

She's an assistant
publicist.

It was a simple
misunderstanding.

Right.

You know,

not that it's any
of your business,

but I would never cheat
on Maddie.

Oh, you sure about that?

'Cause I might do
some digging myself.

[chuckles]

What does any of this
have to do with you?

I just care about Maddie.

Oh.More than you do, I think.

I see.

Well... Maddie loves me,

and nothing's gonna change that,

no matter how badly
you want her back.

[chuckles]

You know,

a big part of
my job is, uh,

to recognize when
someone's lying to me.

And you, Tucker,
strike me as a liar.

Not a very good one.

Maddie deserves better.

I haven't lied to Maddie.

We'll see.

Mind your own fucking business.

♪

[shuts engine off]

[insects trilling]

Nice hood.

Hey.

That's Young.

Where's he going?

Beau.

Hey, Beau.

Hey, Dylan.

Dylan Young?Yeah.

Yeah, private security.

I just got a couple questions
for you.

Um, sure.
Uh, we can talk inside.

Let me just grab my keys
real quick.

[groans]

I got him.

No. No.

Fuck, no.
No, no, no, no.[groans]

Oh.

[pants]
It's all right.

It's all right. I got you.

[panting]

I got you.
It's okay.

Yeah, I need
an ambulance. Now.

To... 706 Nassau Street.

[panting, grunts]

It's all right.
It's...

Come on, look at me now.

Just-just stay with me.

I got you, all right?
I got you.

Come on, Pops. You're
gonna stay with me, all right?

You're gonna stay with me.

[panting]

It's all right, I got you.

[insects trilling]

Fuck!

[exhales]

Fuck.

[engine shuts off]

Anna?

Anna. Anna.

Hey.

Wake up. Wake up.

[insects trilling]

Wake up. Wake up.

[grunting]

[screams]

[choking]

[grunting, panting]

[choking]

[Olivia screaming,
Tucker grunting in distance]

[groaning][grunting, panting]

[screams]

[grunting]

What the fuck?

Help! Help me, please!

[grunting]

In the pocket. The keys.
Hurry. Please.

Which side?

Please hurry!

[panting]

Hurry, please.

[panting]

[Olivia groans]

Fuck.

Come on, let's go.

[grunting]

You're crazy!

[grunting]

[Tucker yells]

[panting]

[grunting]

[panting]

[thunder rumbling]

Olivia!

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