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[orchestral music]

[mid-tempo music]

[music continues]

[engine rattling]

[rattling continues]

[woman] Oh, damn.

[rattling continues]

[music fades]

[man] This thing's a mess.

Looks like she blew a gasket.

-So what do you think? -[man 2] Yeah, well, I don't know. It's--

Are you heading into the park?

I was, but my car had other plans.

Yeah, looks like you got yourself a blown head gasket.

How much do you think that'll cost?

[sighs] it's gonna be a couple of hundred dollars.

And I gotta order the part in from Jackson,

so that's gonna take a few days as well.

-A few days? -Is there a problem with that?

You gotta understand, Angels Fall is a small town.

Yeah, served by stagecoach delivery, apparently.

[soft intriguing music]

Sorry, I, um-- I just wasn't expecting to stay.

If you need a motel, the Mayfield is just down a ways.

Clean. It's got reasonable rates.

Uh, reasonable is-- is right in my price range.

Uh, thanks, mister, um...

Drubber. Mac Drubber.

Call me Mac.

Lynt can give you a ride.

He's going right by the Mayfield.

No, you know what? I-- I've done enough driving. I--

It's probably better that I walk.

[Lynt] I can drop your bags off down at the motel for you.

Thanks.

Both of you. Thanks.

Bye.

-[Mac] Pretty thing. -[Lynt] Yeah. No meat on her, though.

Women nowadays, you know,

they just starve off all the curves.

[music continues]

[door bell jingles]

[door bell jingles]

[door bell jingles]

[indistinct conversations]

[music continues]

[waitress] Meat loaf is the special today.

Comes with mashed potatoes, green beans, and a biscuit.

-Oh, um, I'll-- -[music fades]

I'll just have tea, thanks.

You looking to make some money?

I saw you staring at the sign.

I-- I'm just passing through.

Are you really looking for a cook?

Old one got fired a couple days ago.

-Joanie? -What?

Someone here on the job.

She's the owner.

I'm Linda-Gail, by the way.

I'm... Reece.

[sighs] I'm, um...

I-- I saw your sign in the window.

-Reece what? -Gilmore.

You cook, Reece Gilmore?

-Yes. -For a living or just to put something in your mouth?

-Both. -Where you from?

Boston.

Long way to come to look for a job.

[sighs] My-- my car broke down, so, um, I'm kind of stuck here.

[Joanie] How long you been on the road?

Is this relevant?

[deep breath] I, um--

a little over a year.

Maybe it's time you got stuck somewhere.

[bright music]

[paper rustling]

Next order, steak sandwich, medium well,

fried onions, mushrooms, fries, and slaw.

If Doc doesn't drop dead after eating what you cook,

you got the job.

'Round the back.

Hey.

[music continues]

[sizzling]

[sizzling]

Order up!

[Joanie] Reuben. Club sand. Two side salads.

Make it quick.

[rock music]

[ding]

[inaudible]

[music fades]

I'll pay you $8 an hour.

We open at 6:30, so you need to be here at 6:00.

We serve breakfast all day.

Joanie, I'm only staying until my car is fixed.

Well, then what? How far are you gonna get with no money?

You wouldn't be wanting a job if you were flush.

Lunch is 11:00 to 3:00. Dinner is 5:00 to 7:00.

Last shift cook cleans the stove, the grill,

and does the lockdown.

I don't pay overtime.

Now, there's an apartment behind the restaurant.

It ain't much, but if you want it,

I'll deduct the rent from your pay.

I can't close. I--

I can open, I can work any shift.

I can work doubles. I just-- I can't close.

I'm sorry.

Afraid of the dark?

Hm. Something like that.

Yeah. Fair enough. What about the apartment?

I'm gonna check into the Mayfield.

Oh. Well... you go get yourself settled there.

Do you always hire strangers?

Well, everyone is a stranger one time or another.

Have something to eat on the house.

[gentle music]

[music turns intriguing]

[soft rattling]

[woman] You need your room done?

No, thanks.

[Linda-Gail] Busier than usual for a Saturday afternoon.

Everyone's here to check out the new cook.

-[plate clatters] -[indistinct chatter]

Mac, Doc.

Even the sheriff is taking a look.

[indistinct chatter continues]

Some of us have a bet going.

Pete thinks you're on the run from the law.

Mac thinks it's an abusive husband.

Me? I think you got your heart broke back east.

Any of us hit?

Nope. Sorry.

Just at loose ends traveling.

[Linda-Gail] Something in there.

To my eye, you got heartbreak written all over you.

[bell jingles]

[chuckles]

-Speaking of heartbreakers... -[sizzling]

Name's Brody. Comes in three times a week.

Tips 20%.

-He's a writer. -What kind?

Folks say he worked for a paper in Chicago

as a reporter, but got fired.

Now he writes mystery books.

Where'd you learn to cook like that, young lady?

The Culinary Institute in Vermont.

-[plate clatters] -And a year in Paris.

It's Reece.

I'll be back for breakfast.

Thanks, Doc.

-See ya, Doc. -See ya, Doc.

-[inaudible mumbling] -[Linda-Gail] Thank you.

Hey, there. You must be the new girl.

Uh-- You're in my way.

-Feisty new girl. -Reece.

Reece. Girl with a guy's name. I like that.

[upbeat music]

William Butler.

Works out at the Circle K ranch.

He goes by "Lo," short for "Lothario."

[sighs] Which he got labeled with when he was a teenager

and proceeded in making it his life's work

to bed every female within a hundred miles.

And you're telling me this because...?

Well, he's come here to have a look at you.

I can't imagine there's much to see right now.

You're young, female,

as far as it goes, unattached, that's all it takes.

Oh, don't worry. I-- I'm not looking for a man

temporarily or permanently,

and especially one who uses

-his prick as a compass. -[soft chuckle]

-William? -Ma?

[music fades]

[indistinct chatter]

-Hey, Brody. -Hey, Mac.

What do you think of Joanie's new cook?

-Food's good. -Not what I meant.

Car broke down. She's putting up at the motel.

Pays cash by the day.

No credit cards could mean

she doesn't wanna leave a trail.

[chuckles]

Ten bucks.

He sweet-talks her and beds her within a week.

I'll take your bet just so it costs ya.

[thunder rumbling in distance]

[bell dings]

-[Lo] Heading home? [chuckles] -[door opens, bell dings]

You're kinda jumpy.

Uh, no-- yeah, I didn't see you.

Mind if I walk with you?

I-- I'm fine.

[soft chuckle]

We could go grab a beer.

You could tell me your life story.

[chuckles] My life story

isn't worth the price of the drink.

[soft chuckle]

You're a tough sell.

[chuckles]

Ma-- maybe we'll do it some other time, yeah?

-That would be great. -I'll hold you to that.

Okay. Thanks-- thanks for the offer.

You're welcome.

-[soft chuckle] -Gotta go.

[thunder rumbling]

[electric buzzing]

[unzipping]

[soft creaking]

[wind howling]

[exhales]

[wind howling]

[dog howling in distance]

[groans softly]

[light switch clicks]

[wind howling]

[sighs]

[loud thuds]

[exhales]

[tree branches rustling]

[alarm buzzing]

[alarm stops]

Lo keep you up last night?

[soft playful music]

He's got a reputation for endurance.

I wouldn't know. He-- He just walked me to the corner.

What's this, a coffee klatch?

Reece didn't sleep with Lo.

No offense, but is this some sort of secret town tradition?

I mean, if-- If being a slut is part of the job,

I better be making much more than 8 bucks an hour.

[laughs] S--

Slut clause is voluntary.

Oh, well, he was very cute, but nothing happened.

Well, that's a first.

[music fades]

Is she upset with me?

No. She's upset with the whole situation.

She's loved Lo ever since they were kids,

and he loves her, too,

but his way of dealing with it

is to dick around so he doesn't have to think about her.

-Oh. -I wish they'd quit circling around

and just get down to giving me some grandkids.

Lynt called about your car.

The part he needed is on back order.

-Great. -I'm guessing from

your overwhelming response

that you might be a few dollars short.

-[sighs] -How about a 2-week cash advance?

-Well, that's very generous. -[Joanie] Generous? Hell.

It's my way of making you stick. At least a while.

Well, if I stay, uh...

the motel isn't working for me.

You want the apartment?

-Let's go look. -Okay.

[Joanie] It's right around back.

[hinges creaking]

Here it is.

[light switch clicks]

Could use some tidying.

And it could use some paint.

It's got decent light.

And the rent is due on the first of the month.

I'd rather pay by the week.

Doesn't matter to me.

Thank you... for everything.

No need for gratitude.

Let me get this said.

I don't like depending on anyone,

but you're the best cook I've ever had.

And I figure I'm making use of that,

especially if you don't go rabbiting off on me some night

and leave me flat.

Now, I'm gonna ask you straight out.

You got the law after you?

No.

[Joanie] We didn't think so.

People around here get to speculating.

Open it.

[bright music]

Oh...

It's beautiful.

[Joanie sighs] You know,

a long time ago, I made a mistake.

I married a man who wasn't good for much but being handsome.

[chuckles] He was damn good-looking.

But he wasn't good for me and our boy.

And once I was gone, he never came looking.

No one will come looking for me.

That's all I need to know.

-You got the key. -[key jingles]

I won't leave you flat.

And if I need to go, I will tell you beforehand.

Fair enough.

-[Reece] I'll be right down. -Yeah.

[music continues]

[exhales softly]

[music fades]

-I'll get you a box. -Oh, that's okay.

[Mac] Just take a second.

-[soft thud] -[Reece sighs]

-[deep rumble] -[ominous music]

[mumbling]

[deep echoing hooting]

[creaks]

[ticking]

Mac?

[ticking of clock deepening]

[breathing heavily]

Mr. Drubber?

[ticking speeds up]

Oh. [chuckles] Thanks.

-I can open you an account. -[Reece] Um...

Uh, Joanie gave me an advance.

Hmm.

You know, I... don't need the camera,

but I will take a map.

[Mac] Housewarming gift.

-Be right with you, Brody. -Thank you.

Reece is moving into the apartment behind Joanie's.

-For now. -[soft clattering]

Why don't you help her haul this stuff back over there?

[soft clatter]

[Brody sighs]

-[Brody sighs] -[Reece] Um...

He sort of put you on the spot.

Yeah, he did.

[exhales]

-[truck backfires] -Ah!

Well, you really are a city girl.

That was just a truck backfiring.

You should be here during hunting season.

Sorry. Um... [chuckles nervously]

And that completes the, um, entertainment portion

of... this program.

I'm Reece, by the way.

I know.

-[sighs] -I'm Brody.

Yeah.

Uh-- Thank you, um, for not asking any questions.

Would you have answered?

No.

You're staring.

Glancing.

Connected glances equals a stare.

[sighs] I'm sorry. Professional pitfall.

Writers observe.

-That was very rude of me. -[soft playful music]

It's okay.

You can dedicate your next book to me.

And who decides what's rude anyway?

-[inhales sharply] -PRS.

The Prevention of Rudeness Society?

[chuckles]

Didn't they disband?

No, they continue their good work

in secret locations across the country.

So, what do you write?

Mysteries.

Are you writing one now?

Researching right now.

I'm trying to find the perfect spot for a murder.

I'm thinking high up in the park.

Nobody's on the trail this early in the spring.

He gets her. He pushes her.

She falls a long, long way.

Don't kill the woman.

I'm just trying to steer you away

from the obvious cliché.

Everybody thinks they're a writer.

[lock rattling]

[music fades]

Oh, uh, thanks.

Just set that there.

If you want me to leave, just ask.

Would you? Leave?

Can I use your bathroom?

-Um... -[music continues]

Sure.

Nah, I can wait.

W-- What's the special at Joanie's tonight?

Probably something fried with potatoes.

Oh, I forgot-- forgot my milk.

Uh, I'll-- I'll catch you later.

[music turns intriguing]

[pills rattling]

[music continues]

[music continues]

[door bell jingles]

-[Brody] Hey, Doc. -[Doc] Hey, Brody.

Hey.

[Brody] Here's that ten I owe you.

[chuckles]

[bright adventurous music]

[tape squeaks]

[music continues]

[water running]

[hawk shrieks]

[inaudible]

[music turns eerie]

[inaudible]

[woman screams, exclaims indistinctly]

[sighs]

Oh...

[rocks rattling]

[grunts]

-[clicking] -[electric buzzing]

[screams]

I can't.

[groaning]

[rumbling]

[music fades]

[inhales sharply]

[music continues, intensifying gradually]

[breathing heavily]

[music ends]

[dramatic music]

[breathing heavily]

[groaning]

Oh, God.

[panting]

[breathing heavily]

-[gasps] God! Oh God. -Reece. Are you okay?

-Right. [panting] -[music fades]

[gasping]

He killed her. He killed her.

I saw it! I saw it. She's dead.

What? Who's dead?

I s-- I saw it. I wasn't dreaming.

It wasn't Ginny at the river.

-Who's Ginny? -No, the other woman.

I s-- I saw him kill her.

-Look-- I ca-- What? -[mumbles]

Look, I can't understand you. What happened?

-[panting] I-- -[eerie music]

-Take a deep breath. -[clears throat]

I saw the hawk.

I saw a hawk with the binoculars.

I was looking around, and there was this-- this couple,

and they we-- they were fighting,

and he knocked her down.

[panting]

-I got to get out of here. -No-- finish telling me.

Finish telling me.

[panting]

I saw him strangle her.

-Take me there. -No.

-She could still be alive. -No, she's dead.

There's nothing we can do for her now.

[panting]

[ominous music]

I'll call the sheriff from my cabin.

It's right down the hill.

[music continues]

[Reece] I couldn't really see him.

He had on, uh, sunglasses and a baseball cap...

Uh, it was orange, like a-- a hunter's hat.

-Okay. -And his back was to me.

She had-- she had black or bro--

I think it was brown-- it was brown, straight hair.

You-- You said-- You said "Ginny."

Did she look like Ginny, a friend of yours?

No. No, there's no Ginny.

Okay.

What about the man?

Was he, uh-- Was he white?

Yes.

-What about his hair? -[Reece] Uh...

Like I said, it was under, uh, a hat.

I couldn't-- I couldn't really tell.

What about you Brody, you see anything?

No, I was coming down the mountain.

I saw her running, but...

I didn't see anything else.

[cellphone rings]

[sighs] Excuse me.

Yeah.

Yeah, I-- I'm leaving right now.

[sighs] Sorry. I gotta get down there.

Did they find anything?

No, nothing yet.

Show me again on this map where you were.

[Reece] Um... Here.

-Right there? -Yeah.

That's a pretty good distance

from where you were and the couple.

But that's-- But that's the place.

All right. I'll let my deputies know.

I understand your car is in for repair.

It'll be done soon.

Uh, I'ma need you to stick around town for a little while.

Hopefully, no more than a few days.

You think of anything, anything at all,

you-- you let me know.

Don't worry about this, Reece.

We're gonna get this sorted out.

Thank you.

-[door slides] -[music fades]

I was on the old ridge trail about 100 yards from here

when I ran into her.

[sheriff] Okay, I'll call you later.

See ya.

-[soft thud] -Oh, jeez.

[Brody] And they say deer are harmless.

Come on, I-- I'll take you home.

[Reece] You wrote this.

Yeah. Keep it.

[Reece stutters] You know, I-- I can walk.

Sorry. I put you to a lot of trouble.

-You're damn right. Now, get in. -[melancholic music]

Can you be any more rude or insensitive?

A woman was murdered today, you know,

strangled to death. Do you get it?

Instead of being outraged or sympathetic

or-- or anything even remotely human, you're... snippy!

Acting like it doesn't matter.

Well, it matters. She matters.

[soft playful music]

Go to hell.

I was wondering if you had anything

approaching a normal temper in there.

And, FYI, guys are incapable of snippiness.

Next time use "callous." That works.

You're an irritating, confusing man.

That works, too.

[exhales]

[car door opens, closes]

[vehicle approaching]

Aren't reporters supposed to be sort of personable,

you know, to get information out of people?

You'll note I'm not a reporter anymore.

-Oh... -I'm a snippy novelist.

[laughs]

[chuckles]

Teeth. I knew you had 'em.

I just-- I've never seen 'em.

Hmm.

Now, are you hungry? 'Cause I can make something.

-No, it's getting late. -I-- It won't take long.

A-- Another time.

I, um...

I don't wanna be alone.

[Brody] I don't know if anyone has ever told you this,

-but you can cook. -[music continues]

Oh, I've heard a rumor.

-Where'd you learn? -Paris.

But you already know that 'cause Doc Wallace told you.

Actually it was Mac who told Doc.

You haven't picked up the small-town rhythm yet, have you?

Well, you don't talk about yourself very much.

I haven't noticed you ponying up any information.

You know everyone at Joanie's is talking about us right now.

-[Reece] Hmm? -Yeah, they saw my car parked out front.

What was a convenient parking job

has now turned into a raging affair.

Seems to be a-- a intramural sport around here--

speculating on people. [chuckles]

Uh, like you betting Mac

that Lo would be sleeping with me within a week?

Maybe you are getting the rhythm.

-Maybe. -[knock on door]

-Hey. -Rick.

-Brody. -Did you find her?

We didn't find anything.

What do you mean?

No body, nothing.

Well, maybe, um,

he threw her in the river or buried her.

[Rick] Mm, well, we're gonna look into that, but...

there also wasn't a sign of any struggle.

[sighing] I don't understand.

[Rick] Look, it was dark out there. I'ma go back in the morning.

Meanwhile I'ma go to the station, make some calls,

see if there's any female tourists or residents missing.

You know, Joanie's cabins are up there. Maybe we should check there.

You know, if someone was there, it would be easy enough to tell.

Look, I-- I don't want you worrying about this, Reece.

Tonight there's nothing more you can do.

-Okay. Thank you. -Thanks, Rick.

-Enjoy your dinner. -Thanks.

-[Brody] Thanks. -[door closes]

He might've been at the wrong location.

He said it was getting dark.

Look, if you wanna go back, we'll go back tomorrow, and we'll--

-Really? -Se-- Yeah-- if you don't want to--

-[stutters] -[Reece] No, no, I want to.

I-- I must've been

off in my direction.

We'll figure this out.

-Okay? -Okay.

-[Brody] See ya. -[door closes]

[Rick] Hey, Brody.

I didn't know you two were dating.

-[Brody] Well... [mumbles] -[soft chuckle]

...dinner is a loose interpretation of dating.

Look, someone new comes to town, I gotta--

I got to make sure they're clean.

-Right. -[Rick sighs]

[Rick] There's, uh...

There's something I need to tell you about Reece.

It's not pretty.

Couple years ago, she was...

working at a restaurant that got shot up in a spree killing.

[intriguing music]

She's the only survivor.

Jesus.

[pills rattling]

[Rick] Lead investigator said he stayed in contact with her

for almost a year, but then she disappeared.

Obviously it's something she doesn't want people to know about.

When people go through a-- a trauma like that, they...

-Hallucinate? -[Rick] Well, no, but--

They-- they react in ways we-- we can't understand.

So you think she's lying about the murder?

No. No, absolutely not.

But I'ma need some evidence...

a body, something.

[music continues]

Meanwhile, alls I can do is keep checking with missing persons,

see if anyone turns up

matching the description Reece gave me.

[music continues]

Look, I-- I gotta go. Deb's gonna have my head.

I'm already late for dinner. I just--

I just wanted you to know. That's all.

Thanks.

[music turns ominous]

[vehicle passing by]

[hinges creaking, door banging]

[wind howling]

[door slams]

[lock clicks]

[Reece whispering] I can't be doing this again.

[paper rustles]

[music continues]

[electric buzz]

[music fades]

[dramatic music]

[crowing]

[door bell jingles]

-Morning. -Morning.

-Morning. -Hey.

-Lo told us. -Told you what?

Rick was out at the guest ranch where Lo works

asking about any missing guests.

He-- he told Lo about the murder you saw.

All your friends killed like that?

Wait. What did-- What did Rick tell Lo?

Rick told him about the murder you saw by the river.

[music continues]

And the ones before in Boston.

No wonder you ran away.

Oh, nice job, Linda-Gail.

-What? What'd I say? -[sighs]

[sighs and mumbles]

[door bell jingles]

[crow crowing]

So, who knows?

Now, how I'd approach that question is,

who doesn't know?

So I guess, then, they also know that--

Rick didn't find a body... yet.

Doesn't mean he won't.

I think what's got most people concerned,

me included, is how you're doing.

I wish you'd told me about Boston.

It's not something I like to talk about.

Fair enough.

You leaving town now?

[Brody] It's a good place to die.

No place is.

The sheriff is right.

There's no sign of a struggle.

Tell me what happened.

[sighs] She was standing here--

[Brody] No.

Back in Boston.

That night, um, there was supposed to be a--

a surprise... going-away party.

I was-- I was starting a new job as head chef

at a new restaurant.

I mean, I had no personal life--

Just the people at Maneo's, and that was my family.

So when I came through the back door...

-[eerie music] -...I knew something was wrong.

-Horribly wrong. -[screaming]

-[keys rattle] -[gunshot]

[glass shatters]

-[Reece] Oh, my god! -[gunshot]

-No! -[gunshots]

He shot me. Twice.

-[screaming] -Then he shot my best friend, Ginny...

[gunshot]

...and I did nothing.

I watched her die, and then I waited to die.

You know, there's nothing you could've done.

Rick told you all this because he didn't believe me.

Hmm.

I'm gonna go talk to him.

-I'm gonna go with you. -[Reece] No.

But thanks.

[running of water intensifies]

[music fades]

[indistinct radio chatter]

Morning.

I wondered if you had any news.

Well, on the good-news front, everyone in Angels Fall

is accounted for, as are all the visitors,

and there's been no missing persons

matching the description of the woman you described.

No one knows she's missing yet. It's only been a day.

Well, I'ma keep checking.

You think I'm imagining this.

I think you've had a couple of bad years.

That has no bearing on this.

[dramatic music]

[Brody] Well, you look good enough to eat there yourself, slim.

[computer beeps]

-[click] -[computer beeps]

[Rick] What if what you saw triggered something in you?

Something that made you project the past into the present?

-Like what? -[Rick] Something that scared and upset you,

like maybe an argument.

Maybe that woman by the river,

she just simply walked away

as you went running down the trail.

-No. -[woman] Rick?

Hey, baby. What a nice surprise.

-[kiss] -This is my wife, Debbie,

the absolute sunshine of my life. [chuckles softly]

Debbie, this is, uh, Reece Gilmore.

It's nice to meet you, Reece.

You know, I am so sorry to hear about your trouble.

I know what I saw, sheriff.

That woman was dead.

[indistinct radio chatter]

[sighs]

[music continues]

[footsteps approaching]

[laptop shuts]

[Brody] Reece, come on in!

[door opens]

-[sighs] -Hey, hey. What did Rick say?

Nothing.

[music fades]

Just let him do his job,

don't be depressed.

Come on. I wanna show you something outside.

[Reece] You know, I thought I would just pass through,

pick up a little work, move on...

...and now I'm stuck.

You know, if you wanna go, go.

Here. Take my car. I can always buy another one.

Seriously. You wanna go? Go.

C-- You're worried about the murder?

Just hire yourself a lawyer, give a detailed deposition,

come back for the trial.

Seriously. Don't let anyone hold you back

from your continued suffering.

You know, sooner or later you gotta land somewhere.

This is as good a place as any.

You know, I-- I'd just like to make it through the day.

You know, when you're cooking, you're happy.

What else is gonna make you happy?

Um, Brody?

Yeah?

Um...

[chuckles nervously]

my mind hasn't been...

focused in this area in a long time.

What area is that?

I think we both know the neighborhood. You know...

...being intimate in terms of physical contact.

Why don't you say you haven't been laid in a while?

Obviously, I don't have your elegance with words.

[gentle music]

All right. No sex? How about food?

Why don't you cook me dinner tonight?

[sighs]

[stammers]

There's a lot you don't know about me.

I have issues, lots of 'em.

You don't wanna get involved.

It's just dinner, that's all.

We'll make some small talk.

We'll tell some lies, have some laughs.

You know, not everything is life-and-death.

Sometimes there's just fun.

[keys jingling]

[music continues]

-[deep rumble] -[music turns ominous]

[hinges creaking]

[click]

-Lose something? -[clatter]

Um... um...

Y-- Your door was open. You okay?

Yeah. I-- I mean, I'm just in a hurry.

I'm-- I'm going to Brody's for dinner.

-Brody? -Yeah.

Well, I guess you don't wanna get a beer with me and Lo then.

[chuckles softly] He's making nice with me.

Of course, all things considered,

seems like Brody is making real nice with you.

[stutters] It's just dinner, it--

You know, a meal.

Small talk and...

...laughs, lies. [chuckles]

Well, have fun, darlin'.

You too.

[Brody] So, where did you get these?

[Reece] I made them, idiot.

Like from flour?

[Reece] With flour.

[chuckles]

Well, these are a lot better than y-- you get

from the kind that pop out of a can.

Okay, let me guess what's in your kitchen.

Um... frozen pizza,

beer, for sure, couple cans of chili,

hot dogs, and, oh, Hungry Man Dinners.

You forgot the mac and cheese.

Hmm. Okay.

You know, it's been a long time since I had...

...candles at a dinner or...

a tablecloth or...

...a beautiful woman to share it with.

[sighs] Everyone is beautiful in candlelight.

Am I not allowed to pay you a compliment?

No, um, didn't you know that, um--

that lack of confidence is the new black?

But thank you. [chuckles]

Were you always this difficult?

"Were"?

Like as in past tense, as in before--

-Oh, no-- -No, no, no.

Like "were" as in

"difficult" as in "before the shooting."

Yeah, something like that has got to change someone.

It's gotta affect you in ways that no one can understand.

Oh, so you know about the other thing, the...

[mumbles]

-Yeah. -And Rick told you?

No, Rick didn't tell me.

I-- I did some research.

-Wait a minute. [sighs] -I looked online.

You went to whatever extent to-- to find this out?

What-- What do you wanna know specifically?

Like, how long I was in the nuthouse?

-I-- -Or what it's actually like to get electroshock therapy?

[rustling]

They still do it.

I-- I didn't mean anything by that.

But, Reece... talk to me.

You say that, but you don't really mean it.

Oh, you're right. I'm lying.

I'm only interested in the sex.

Oh, wait a minute. That's right.

We're not having sex.

Come on, Reece. You need somebody to talk to.

I'm right here.

Talk to me.

-[soft thuds] -[exhales]

Um...

[sighs] After the shootings...

I went to live with my aunt.

I tried to grasp onto something,

you know, work, religion...

...and every time I reached out, I ended up empty-handed.

And then there was the flashbacks

and-- and the night terrors and the sleepwalking, I--

I... do things that I don't know.

[melancholic music]

-And I was at-- -[melancholic music]

I was in, um, the MacClean Psychiatric Hospital

for six months.

Right.

And after that I-- I just-- I had to get out of there.

I didn't want to be blank anymore.

I didn't wanna take the pills...

So I-- I still have them, you know, just in case.

Souvenirs from the edge.

-[chuckles nervously] -[Brody] So now you're just...

neurotic and anal?

Uh, yeah, and claustrophobic, obsessive-compulsive,

and a little bit paranoid.

Strangely... It's kind of a turn-on.

[laughs]

You're not gonna tell Rick?

No, I'm not-- I'm not gonna tell Rick.

But I'm sure he's gonna find out on his own.

If he didn't believe me before, he's never gonna believe me now.

Did you know Doc was a good artist?

I mean, "good" is overstating, but...

if you give a description of the woman that was murdered,

I bet he could make a sketch of it.

Why are you doing this?

Why are you getting so involved?

[Brody] It's a mystery.

I'm good at mysteries.

You really do believe me.

Yeah. I do.

We're in this together, Slim.

[music swells]

[heavy breathing]

Are you sure?

Completely sure.

[kissing]

[music continues]

-[Reece humming] -[knife thudding]

Well, somebody's in a good mood this morning.

Yes, I am.

And since I'm in such a good mood,

I think it's time we have that little talk.

-What talk? -The talk about fresh herbs.

Joanie... this is not basil.

This is a desiccated memory of basil.

-[thud] -We need to use fresh herbs.

-"We"? -You.

Oh.

-[shattering] -Oh, man!

[groans] Glass busted in the water.

Wha-- Don't be bleeding all over my kitchen floor.

[groaning] Like I have a choice.

[ominous music]

[electric buzzing]

[echoing gunshot]

[echoing moan]

[music ends]

-[moans] -[dramatic music]

Where's-- where's Pete?

How many fingers?

-Two. -[sighs]

Getting a couple of stitches.

-Ow. -Oh, you got a nice egg on the back of your head.

I'm fine.

Just let me stand.

Only if you go home and rest.

-No, I'm fine. -No.

-I'm fine. -Go.

-Now. Slow. -[exhales]

Okay.

[music intensifies]

[music continues]

[Reece] Not again.

Tell me I didn't do this.

[music continues]

[rattling]

[music continues]

[Reece] Her lips are a little fuller.

The chin is a little pointier, and her eyes aren't so round.

They're a little longer.

Is this the woman you saw murdered?

That's good.

Doesn't look like anyone I know.

I'll make copies of this, and we'll pass it out.

I like that you wear bow ties.

That's, uh, Susan's doing, my wife.

She thought it made me look more the part.

You know, small-town doctor like.

-[soft chuckle] -I hate them.

But figured she might haunt me if I changed things.

[chuckles]

The fact is...

after a long day, I still talk things over with her.

Some people might think that's crazy.

I think it's just human.

I appreciate you trying to put me at ease.

[chuckles]

Just making conversation.

[mumbles]

I was in a psychiatric hospital for six months.

Oh?

I-- I was just trying to make conversation.

[chuckles]

[soft music]

You look tired.

Do you need something to help you sleep?

Is that why I'm really here?

Brody thinks I need drugs?

[chuckles] I don't know what Brody thinks.

[Reece] I-- I won't do drugs.

I won't go back there. I-- I--

I'd rather deal with my anxiety.

Are you, anxious?

To the point that I wanna leave town every day, yeah,

but I don't.

I'm just scared, tha--

it's all happening... again.

What is?

Lost time, doing things I don't remember.

Like last night, I packed up everything,

but I didn't go anywhere.

I'm sure that's--

that's, uh-- that's a big minus

on my mental-health chart.

But I offset it with a plus by unpacking.

What you're describing

sounds like classic post-traumatic stress.

People who witness life-threatening events

can relive the experience

through nightmares and flashbacks.

I didn't run yesterday.

I didn't run today.

That's big for me.

Good girl.

Yeah.

[music swells]

[soft rock music playing]

[Reece] So, I have something to tell you.

I started your book.

I like it.

I mean, I like, um, Jack, the screw-up,

and I-- I hope he doesn't end up dead, you know,

'cause I'm really rooting for him and Lia

to end up together.

It's great.

[soft rumble]

[music turns ominous]

[Reece echoing] It was orange,

like a hunter's cap.

[indistinct chatter]

Hey.

[scoffs] What's your problem?

Where'd you get that cap?

They gave them away at the guest ranch

during hunting season. Everybody's got one. Come on.

[slow rock continues]

-[deep rumble] -[birds squawking]

[suspenseful music]

[indistinct conversations]

[squeaking]

[plates clanking]

Is he a good kisser?

I'm not telling.

Yes.

I knew it. I knew it!

Oh, hey, when is your next day off?

Uh, Wednesday.

Then Wednesday we're going to Jackson.

I know a great salon.

And, honey, no offense, but you could use some work.

-[soft chuckle] -Come on. It'll be fun.

Um...

Yeah, you know what? I'll-- I'll think about it.

I'll be right back.

[music continues]

-What? -Reece, we know about the psychiatric hospital.

Y-- You're gonna fire me?

[Joanie] If you keep cooking the way you been cooking,

I don't care if you come to work

wearing only an aluminum-foil hat

and singing show tunes.

You're not on any drugs, are ya?

No. I...

[inhales sharply]

So now you have a real reason not to believe me.

It's not about what I believe, it's about facts.

Facts are I don't have a body.

Or "the crazy woman made it up."

Reece, just--

Wait, look, um...

-What? -[paper rustles]

Doc drew this.

It's the woman I saw killed.

I am not imagining things.

What do you want me to do with this?

Show it around.

Reece, nothing against Doc's artistic talent,

but this is rough.

Without more detail, you're gonna find

loads of people who think they recognize her.

It's something.

[sighs]

Yeah, it is.

All right. I'll get it out,

see what comes back.

That's all I'm asking.

[intriguing music]

[footsteps approaching]

[music fades]

-[Reece] Hey. -Hey.

What are you doing here?

Um, you're crushing my berries.

[door thuds]

[door closes]

[dramatic music]

[soft rumble]

[electric buzzing]

[eerie rumbling]

[indistinct whispering]

[whispering continues]

[breathing heavily]

Oh, God.

[sniffles]

[groans] It won't come off.

Come on! It won't come off.

-It's not coming off! -[Brody] Reece. Reece?

It's happening all over again!

-What is? -[Reece] This!

Doing things I don't remember, like...

food in the closet and packing!

Reece, when did this start happening?

After the murder.

It started happening right after the murder.

Just-- Just, like, after the shootings.

I nee-- I need to get back to the hospital.

-You just need to calm down. -No! No--

No, this is what crazy people do!

[Brody] You're not crazy.

-[Reece] Then-- [panting] -You're not.

You didn't do this.

Yeah, then who did?

Someone who wants you

to think you're crazy.

[music ends]

-[Reece] What is this? -[Brody] Scotch-- drink it.

[chuckles]

Oh.

Okay, who would wanna make me think I'm crazy?

I mean, why would someone wanna do that to me?

You ever seen the movie Gaslight?

Oh, this is why I'm attracted to you.

I'm-- I'm regressing to a fugue state,

writing all over my apartment, and--

and you mention a 50-year-old movie?

So is that a yes?

[dramatic music]

Charles Boyer tries to drive his wife,

Ingrid Bergman, crazy.

Does that sound familiar?

-[glass thuds] -But why?

Who would be the most invested person

in wanting you to seem crazy?

Who would want the whole town

not to believe a word that you say?

I don't know.

How about the killer?

-Come on. -A crime of passion

is committed in the wilderness,

where no one is supposed to see it,

but there's a witness.

Then all the way across town, the gossip starts.

The witness has a history of psychological problems

caused from a previous violent crime.

But damn if she isn't plucky.

She insists she saw something.

So if you're the killer,

you've got to make it seem as though she's lying...

...or nuts.

Why not just kill me?

'Cause if you end up dead,

then everyone's gotta take you serious.

It's better to push you into insanity,

have everyone doubting you.

Oh.

You actually make it seem plausible.

[Brody] But wait. There's more.

The map, the shoes in the refrigerator,

the things on the wall,

no one else was supposed to see them.

They were intended for you and for you alone.

You know, I-- I think it's easier to believe that I'm relapsing

than to try and swallow your mystery-writer plot.

Oh, you don't make anything easy.

[inaudible]

That's an odd thing to say to a woman

who's been trying to survive.

[Brody] A woman who survived after

all her friends were killed.

She was left in the dark, bleeding to death.

Everything was taken from you for no rhyme or reason.

It's a miracle you have any shred of sanity,

so stop feeling sorry for yourself.

-[sighs] -Start fighting back.

I don't know how.

You're one of the strongest people I've ever met.

Thank you.

[music turns gentle]

[kissing]

[birds chirping]

Brody painting your apartment?

[music fades]

How do you know these things?

Well, Mac came in for a cup of coffee,

said he saw Brody filling up for gas

on his way to get paint.

Now Brody's car is out front.

Okay, um, he's-- he's doing me a favor.

-Oh. -Don't recall Brody doing the same for any other woman.

You recall him doing the same, Pete?

Can't say I do.

Fine. We've slept together.

Sweet. [chuckles]

I don't recall Brody painting

for any other woman he slept with.

Maybe 'cause I'm better in bed.

-[gasps] -[chuckles]

You ever paint a girl's apartment?

Uh, no, but I did move a really big refrigerator once.

Oh, yeah, for that married gal.

Like I didn't know.

Yeah, well, maybe Ma didn't.

[scoffs] Lo, honey, there ain't nothing I can say

that she hasn't already known or thought about you.

Uh-huh.

So you had an affair with a married woman?

[chuckles] It was all so mysterious.

-Shut up, Linda-Gail. -[Linda-Gail chuckles]

A month ago, he disappeared for days,

then as fast as it started, I heard it was over,

-no name, no details whatsoever. -[intriguing music]

Except someone saw them riding horses across the river once.

Brown-haired girl.

What are you laughing at, Pete?

-Huh? -Nothin'.

It-- it was a mistake, Linda-Gail.

The affair or getting caught?

[scoffs]

So, um, what happened to the woman?

Guess she got saddlesore.

[chuckles]

Something like that.

[grunts]

[groans]

[music turns eerie]

[Brody] Oh, wow.

Hey.

-Hey. -[chuckling] Wow!

-It's-- it's blue. -[music fades]

You're a regular Van Gogh.

Well, it-- it isn't blue, actually.

It's azure.

It's the color of the Caribbean. It's soothing.

It's-- It's warm.

It's calming.

You're a very odd man.

But thank you. That is sweet.

-[kiss] -I'll meet you back at your place.

[music restarts]

Where are you going?

Uh...

if someone's trying to do this to me,

he's not gonna be stopped until he's found,

and she's the key to get him.

So you're gonna put those up?

No, I'm getting a facial.

[engine revving]

So, does everyone in town

know I've been in a psychiatric hospital?

Pretty much.

And now they think I'm imagining seeing someone killed.

-Not everyone. -Mm.

[Linda-Gail] Hey, did I tell you?

Me and Lo are getting married.

Of course, he don't know it yet,

but I'm real good at projects.

[chuckles softly]

Oh, you have amazing skin.

Oh, thank you.

Hey, um, you see a lot of women.

Oh, sweetheart, women see me.

Yeah. Uh...

Anyway, could you show this around?

She's missing.

God, another runaway housewife?

Oh, yes, yes, yes. Now, stop talking or you'll crack.

[Reece] Oh... Too late for that.

I already cracked a couple years ago.

[chuckles]

[squeaking]

[music fades]

[crow cawing]

[door opens]

[suspenseful music]

[thudding]

[keys jingle]

[engine rattling]

Ah, no way.

I just filled this thing up.

[music continues]

[rattling]

-[rattling] -Shoot.

[crow cawing]

-[wings flutter] -[branch snaps]

[music continues]

[hawk shrieks]

[eerie rumblings]

[branch snaps]

[music intensifying]

[music increases]

-[high pitched buzz] -[electric shocks]

[choking]

[screaming]

It's okay. It's all right. It's me.

Reece, calm down. I didn't mean to scare you.

-You alright? -[Brody] Reece.

Is everything okay?

I-- I saw your note at Brody's. I came looking for you.

We found someone-- a woman, a body.

[sighs] You were right, Reece.

Come on, let's get out of here.

[music ends]

[hawk shrieks]

We should tell him about your apartment

and about the gas that was siphoned out of my car.

I need to be a credible witness.

That's what the police want, credibility.

-It's all credible. -Oh, okay. Uh,

"Hey, Rick, you know how I was crazy before?

Well, the killer thinks I'm crazy, too,

and he's trying to drive me insane."

"Oh, how's that, Reece?" "Well...

He got into my apartment, he...

put day-glo paint all over,

and he siphoned the gas out of Brody's car."

And he put all those x's on the photographs.

Actually, I did that...before.

I see your point.

-Thank you. -[footsteps approaching]

Sorry I scared you, Reece.

Are those the pictures?

They're not easy to look at,

so take your time.

She was in the woods for a couple days

-before the kids found her. -[ominous rumble]

[shutter clicking]

[Brody] A day or two?

It's been weeks since she was killed.

That's if she was killed the day Reece saw her.

She could have been taken someplace, killed later.

Um... she was younger.

Reece, you were a long ways away.

This is not her.

It's not the woman I saw killed.

[ominous music]

I heard about the woman they found.

You know, with your history, it must be a little rough on you.

A lot rougher on her, I'd say.

-At least you know they found her. -It isn't her.

Have you ever tried aromatherapy?

'Cause nothing soothes me like a little lavender oil

after a hot bath.

I'm sure it would help with confusion.

-Anything else, Reece? -I think I've had about all I can take.

[music fades]

Lunch is slow. Take your break.

[Reece] No, I owe you time.

Plus, we're low on potato salad.

You know, Joanie, we should really use some fresh dill.

Customers don't give a rat's ass about fresh dill.

Well, they should, and you should.

No, we're in the make-do business.

Not make-better, make-do.

I'm tired of settling for less.

What is stuck in your craw?

Joanie, why would Lo be taking stuff

out of a cabin near the lake?

-You mean one of my cabins? -Yeah.

Getting ready for hunting season.

-He does it every year. -Oh.

Well, have you ever met the married woman

he had an affair with?

-What? -Have you?

Once.

-And what happened to her? -Get out of my kitchen.

-I-- I'm sorry, I-- -[Joanie] Not my son!

You cannot place your-- your imaginary murder on my son!

[suspenseful music]

[door opens]

Get back to work!

[music intensifying]

[sighs]

[keys jingling]

What, you having a party?

Yep, I am. Care to join me?

What's the occasion?

I quit.

Oh. Why?

You know what your problem is?

-This. -[knocking]

Just one chair.

You actually live your life hoping that

no one will ever show up.

Well, you're in a fine mood.

Yeah, well, if I left,

the only thing you'd miss is a decent hot meal.

At least it's something.

[chuckles]

-[soft thuds] -[sighs]

Screw you.

[gentle music]

Oh.

[rattling]

-[Brody] Where you going? -I don't know.

Ugh.

[Brody] This is my mother's recipe. It's kinda famous.

You open a can, you heat it...

-then you pour it in a bowl. -Mmm.

-[spoon clinks] -Mm, thank you.

-I'm so sorry. -Shut up and eat.

Ooh, Brody, um, it's time for me to move on.

I've-- I've overstayed my welcome on many levels.

Where would you go?

I don't know.

-Good plan. -[stutters, then sighs]

I have... feelings for you,

and everything's great right now,

but I'm-- I'm worried that... [sighs]

...it won't be enough... in the long run.

-Well, I can't promise more. -[Reece] More? Oh, my gosh.

I would-- I would be happy if I could

just leave my toothbrush and not feel guilty about it.

-You can leave your toothbrush. -I'm not talking about my toothbrush.

-Well, why did you bring up your toothbrush? -[Reece] I don't-- Okay--

Listen. [sighs]

After the murder, or because of-- [inhales deeply]

Because of the murder and my past,

I-- I think you're, like, protector guy.

You know, like a hero from one of your books,

and I-- you want me to stay

because I have no place to go.

You want me to stay so you can take care of me.

But I wanna stay... because you need me.

[soft music]

Forget it. [grunts]

-Look-- -No, no, no, no.

-It's okay. -Stay.

[Reece sighs]

Stay.

[whispering] I'll stay for a little.

[soft thuds]

[paper rustles]

I made a list of possible suspects.

-Lo and Debbie Marsden. -[Reece] Yeah.

I just-- I put her there because I don't really like her.

Well, you can take Lo off the list, too.

Lo had an affair with a married woman,

-[paper rustles] -and it ended badly.

-Doesn't make him a killer. -What about the hat?

-[Brody] Everyone in town has that hat. -Okay.

After the killing, he wasn't as nice to me.

Okay, well, I'll chalk that one up to

being the... town loony.

But there's still the fact

that I saw Lo cleaning out one of Joanie's cabins.

And even Rick said it, you know, "The killer might have put the woman somewhere."

Maybe Lo took her there and then cleaned up all the evidence.

Okay, what if it was Miss Scarlet

in the library with the candlestick?

It's not Lo.

How do you know?

[Brody] I know Lo.

"I know Lo."

[water running]

[mumbles]

[eerie rumble]

[breathing shakily]

[door handle squeaking]

Reece?

-Reece. -[Reece] He's out there.

Who?

[Reece] He's out-- He's out there.

Give me the knife, give me the knife.

Get inside. Lock the door. Lock the door!

[eerie music]

-[high-pitched buzz] -[electric whirring]

-[screaming] -[water splashes]

[indistinct chatter on radio]

-[knock on door] -[screams]

[Brody] Reece, open up. It's okay.

[breathing shakily]

[Reece] It's all right.

He's gone. It's okay.

I called the sheriff.

[music fades]

-[indistinct rattling] -[rain pouring]

He must have been watching the house.

What he? There's no evidence he was in the cabin

or anywhere near the cabin. You didn't see him, I didn't see him.

-But Reece saw him. -[Rick] You're sleeping with her, so you gotta believe her.

To me, she's just a woman with an emotional disorder

who claims she's seen the same man she saw

kill some unknown woman only she has seen.

Look, do us all a favor, Brody.

Talk her into getting some help.

I thought better of you, Rick.

I thought better of you, Brody.

I'm tired of answering every time

Reece Gilmore cries wolf.

Now, you call me when there's a real crime.

I got better things to do.

[thunder rumbles]

[car door slams]

[Brody] Rick's not gonna be much help.

I don't care. Keep your coat on.

-[Brody] Why? -We're spending the night in Jackson.

Someone named Marlie called.

She knows the girl in the sketch.

I'll hook up with her first thing in the morning.

[Marlie] I called you right away.

Minute Serge showed me your drawing,

I knew it was her, Deena James.

She used to live in the apartment above me.

-Used to? -Left town right before I started working here.

Wrote a letter to the super, told them

to sell all her stuff, she was gone.

Well, how come?

We weren't friends, she was a stripper.

A stripper.

Yeah, you know, takes clothes off for a living.

Not the sort of person I want around my kid.

Sure.

Then she got a guy she called Trout.

Get it? Her fish on the line.

-Did you ever see him? -Not him or his car.

He bought her stuff, though.

Deena used to show off

this necklace he gave her.

She said it was mother-of-pearl and diamonds.

Looked like a little half circle

surrounded by rhinestones to me.

Supposed to be the moon. Trout called Deena

his dark side of the moon.

Well, what ever happened to the trout?

[Marlie] I have no idea.

He must have dropped her, I guess.

Never saw him again.

[Brody] Deena Black is involved with a man

who doesn't wanna be seen with her,

yet he's in deep enough to buy her jewelry.

She didn't love him.

-How do you know that? -"The trout"?

No woman talks about a man she loves that way.

He's married, he wants to break it off.

Deena sees a good thing coming to an end and pushes him.

He pushes back.

Pushes until it kills her.

How many jewelry stores do you think are in Jackson Hole?

Too many.

[intriguing music]

[woman] Hey, Cathy! How you doing?

[man on radio] Travel advisories will be put into effect

in the mountains and passes,

and the state transportation and safety crews

will be upgraded to working in 24-hour shifts...

Good afternoon.

Is there something I might show you?

Well, I... certainly hope so.

We've been to five other stores.

Uh, a friend of mine had a necklace

and I'm trying to find the same one.

It's a moon pendant with mother-of-pearl and diamonds?

Uh, well, it could have been part of our "Universe of Gems" series.

We had several pieces designed last year

with moons, stars, suns, planets.

Perhaps if your friend came in with the necklace...

-[paper rustles] -Um, her name

is Deena James, she's missing.

And the necklace is all we have on her.

[sighs] Are you with the police?

-No. -Well, in that case,

I'm afraid I can't give you any more information.

Is that Lo?

Where?

Why would he be in Jackson Hole on the same day we are?

Well, a lot of people come to Jackson.

No, he was following us.

Okay, finally I'm gonna say it.

You're crazy.

If Lo didn't do it, who else did?

Look, older men fall for women like Deena,

not hunks like Lo.

We're gonna talk to Rick, see if he can

pull some strings with the Jackson police.

But until then, you need to cool your jets.

-Why? -[Brody] Because...

if it is Lo, things will get dicey

if he knows how close we are.

[eerie rumble]

[door creaks]

[music turns eerie]

[telephone keys beeping]

[man on TV] ...early start.

Forecasters say this early winter storm

will drop temperatures into the 20s

-and produce an average -[telephone rings]

of six to ten inches of snow across the state.

[telephone rings]

[man on TV continues faintly]

Hello?

You got my message?

Listen, I know this is gonna sound crazy,

but today in Jackson Hole with Reece--

Where?

Okay, sure.

[phone beeps]

[sizzling]

[sighs] Joanie?

[music fades]

I was really a bitch the other day.

I-- I had no right to insult you or Lo.

And I-- I just jumped on... you and Brody

because you're the closest and I'm s--

so, so sorry.

I can take almost anything,

but I will never hear you talk about Lo like that again...

[suspenseful music]

Unless things don't go so well with Linda-Gail.

Then whatever you thought about Lo

will be nothing to the pounding I give him

for breaking that girl's heart.

I'll tell you one thing.

I hope they get their feelings all sorted.

This whole, "everything's sunshine, roses, and moonbeams,"

is not working for me.

Linda-Gail and Lo and you and Brody.

What did you say?

-[Joanie] You and Brody. -No, no, no.

"Sunshine and moonbeams."

Oh my God, I'm so stupid.

[stutters] I gotta go.

Has this got anything to do with Lo?

'Cause if you're still suspecting him...

[door opens]

Lo?

[sighs]

Shh!

You gotta promise me you're not gonna scream.

You promise?

[music turns bright]

[gasps]

Oh, my God.

[soft chuckles]

-[sighs] -Linda-Gail, I'm-- I'm

sick and tired of lurking outside

of that restaurant, watching you close the place

just so I can feel close to you.

I'm done wasting my time on wild women.

I love you.

I really do. I love you.

And I-- I'm willing to work hard for the rest of my life

to make you happy.

If-- if you'll have me, I-- I will.

-Yes. -Yeah?

Yes, a million times, yes! Yes!

[both moan softly]

[kissing]

[music turns ominous]

-[thud] -[grunts]

[music ends]

[wind howling]

[doorbell buzzes]

[knocking loudly]

-Reece. -[Reece] I knew it.

[sighs] That necklace.

-[Debbie] What? -You're his sunshine.

I heard him say it.

He said you are the sunshine in his life.

[suspenseful music]

[door opens]

-[light switch clicks] -[door closes]

Brody?

Where's Brody?

[music increases]

What happened?

His head ran into the back of a shovel.

When he comes to, we're all gonna take a hike.

We're not going anywhere.

[Rick] Oh, sure you are.

You see, it's part of your plan...

Part of the murder-suicide pact you made after you snapped.

First you drugged Brody.

[pills rattling]

Here your pills.

And then you shot him,

shot yourself...

...with the gun you took from Joanie's desk.

-I already called the state police. -No, you haven't.

Why'd you kill Deena James?

You just wouldn't let it go, would you?

Was she blackmailing you or threatening you?

[Rick] It was supposed to be sex,

just one night.

Things a man can't do with his wife.

Dark and the light.

Then the calls started.

-Leave your wife! -[Rick] It's over!

[keys play discordantly]

-It's not over! -[Rick] It's over!

When I said I wouldn't, she came at me.

[thud]

[grunt]

I snapped.

[cracking]

[chuckles]

Then I buried her.

If-- If Deena was buried,

then who was the woman the kids found in the woods?

43-year-old burnout from Seattle.

Almost matched the description of your victim.

-Didn't she? -[gun cocks]

-Why couldn't you just leave? -[screams]

That's all I wanted.

[sighs] B-- Brody and me will leave. We-- We'll leave tonight.

-I wish you could. -[sighs]

-[grunting] -Run, Reece!

Run!

[grunting]

[crows cawing]

-[high-pitched buzz] -[electric whirring]

Get up!

Go!

[faint scream]

[gun cocks]

[gunshot]

[gunshot echoing]

[music continues]

[echoing] [Rick] You can't hide, Reece!

This is my land!

My turf!

I can track you just as easy as walking down main street.

This what you want?

Want me to blow his head off while you're out there hiding and watching?

Huh?

Oh, wait a minute.

That scenario sounds familiar, doesn't it?

It's already happened to you once in Boston, right?!

[high-pitched buzz]

[music turns eerie]

Reece?

[music continues]

[gunshot]

[axe clanking]

-[thud] -[grunts]

Get up.

Get up!

I'ma do you a favor.

I'm gonna shoot you first.

That way, you won't have to live through seeing another person die.

This is over, Reece.

[Brody] Reece!

[grunting]

[Rick groaning]

[grunts]

[groaning and grunting]

Go ahead.

Shoot me.

My life's over, anyway.

[panting]

It won't be that easy.

You fought back, Reece.

You fought back.

[music turns hopeful]

[bright music]

[music fades]

[gentle music]

[music fades]