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[thunder]

Please let me go.

I'll do anything.

Then you know what I need.

I don't know, I can't!

I can't!

[chuckles]

You want to play dumb?

Fine.

Let's play, bitch.

Please.

Please no.

This little piggy went to market.

This little piggy stayed home.

No!

Please let me go.

No! Okay!

The code... The code is J Smith 14.

And the safe?

The safe?

[screams]

It's 13...

12...

26, 13!

[shrieks]

Good girl.

Did you get that?

It's done.

Good.

I'll see you in an hour.

Please.

Can you untie me now?

[humming]

Bridget, you are one of the most successful

real estate powerhouses in the country.

Self-made millionaire, philanthropist, visionary.

You really are that girl.

What's your secret to achieving greatness?

There's really no secret.

It's simple.

I chase excellence every day.

I decided early on that I would build

a life that matched my vision, not my fears.

I started with nothing but a real estate license,

a borrowed desk, and a refusal to be average.

[applause]

Wow.

You've spoken recently about your illness.

Something that changed you?

I was diagnosed with breast cancer.

It was super aggressive, and I nearly died.

But I survived, and I'm in remission.

But surviving changes you.

It strips away the illusion that we have time.

The titles, the trophies, the money, they're beautiful,

but they're empty if you don't have love to anchor them.

Has that shifted what you want now?

What you desire for your future, family, and legacy?

Yes.

Then I have to ask, have you

found someone to build that life with?

I believe I have.

[chuckles]

Damn it.

I don't like the nights.

That's when it gets quiet.

Too quiet.

That's understandable.

Nights can feel lonely when you're by yourself.

My husband died a few years ago,

and everyone else is long gone.

Sometimes I think, what if something

happens to me, and no one knows?

And I'll be all alone?

You won't be alone.

Not if I'm here.

You promise?

I promise you.

Once you hire me, I'll be right by your side.

Well, I just need to check your references, dear.

I hope you don't mind.

It's just protocol, you know.

Of course. I don't mind.

Take your time.

This is Liam Carver.

I'm just going to leave a voicemail.

Hello, this is Ingrid Walters,

and I'm calling for a reference check on

a Sierra Morgan who's applying for a caregiver position.

Please call me back when you can.

Sometimes people miss calls.

My old boss doesn't usually answer calls from

unknown numbers, but he'll call you back

once he gets the message.

Then we can move forward with me taking care of you.

Thank you.

This is Liam Carver. I'm not here at the moment.

Please leave a message.

Ugh!

I follow you on Instagram religiously.

-You're goals. -Thank you.

Seriously.

I heard your testimony about writing

the vision for your life and manifestation,

and it changed my life.

Really? That makes me so happy.

May I ask what part?

The part where you said you don't

just pray for success, you planned it.

Yeah, um...

When I was sick...

I wrote remission on my bathroom mirror.

Every morning I read it out loud.

I would close my eyes and

envision what I wanted my life to be.

Mentally, physically, financially,

spiritually, everything I desired.

And I made sure my habits matched my hope.

I love that for you.

That's exactly what I'm manifesting now.

Love.

Excuse me. I'd like an autograph, please.

Thank you. I hope you enjoyed yourself.

-Thank you so much. -So good to meet you.

-You too. -Stay in touch.

We share the same DNA.

You've had VIP access since birth.

You look good. Amazing.

Were you expecting someone to walk in the door?

Not really.

Just checking the scene.

Girl.

I told you Liam isn't real.

He's very real.

And he said he was coming.

And he didn't.

You really don't have to point that out.

I'm just saying.

You've never actually met him.

We've video chatted countless times over the past six months.

I can't even tell you how many times

we've fallen asleep together on the phone.

Liam is a great guy.

He treats me well.

Is he?

I can't tell.

Look... The only reason we haven't met in person

is because he travels for work

and our schedules are both tight right now.

He was really trying to make it out to Vegas while I'm here.

But I've done my homework, Em.

I don't do fantasy.

Look. I am not calling you desperate or dumb, Bridge.

I'm calling this situation unfamiliar.

People curate themselves online all the time.

The worst parts rarely make the cut.

I don't lose myself in men.

I'm more than smart and I don't ignore bad flags.

You're acting like you don't already know this about me.

That's not what I'm saying, B.

Listen...

These men are a little unhinged out here.

Girl, the last thing we need is you being catfished.

Girl, these jokers are crazy and I need you to be safe.

That's not new information.

And I promise I'm being safe.

Look, I just want someone that's gonna show up for you.

In real life.

And on time.

Not just on the phone.

Yeah. So do I.

Well, let me buy my famous sister a drink.

Well, you better make it something strong.

Two, please.

Yes, ma'am.

[sighs]

Pick up.

Pick up!

[chuckles]

So that's what this is about.

Guess I'll have to handle this myself.

You're being impulsive, Bridget.

This isn't impulsive, Em.

I'm just worried about him.

Look, we've been intentional.

We've talked about everything.

Our finances. Values. Faith. Our pasts.

This... this is alignment.

Listen, I'm not telling you not to fall for him.

I'm just saying, don't hand over your heart

until you really get to know who's holding it.

That's all.

You know what? I'm calling it a night.

But let's take a selfie.

Oh, yes.

That's cute.

All right, I'm going to go upstairs to pack.

We leave at 9 a.m. sharp.

Don't stay down here too long.

Thanks, Em.

I love you.

Me, same.

Check, please.

It's already taken care of.

What?

Hi, Bridget.

Liam?

Wow.

That's the first time you said my name face to face.

I'm sorry I missed your interview.

I really wanted to be there.

I swear I did.

My flight got delayed twice.

You know how Houston Airport is.

I... I understand.

It's okay.

You're here now, and that's all that matters.

Wow.

I mean, we've seen each other on screens for months.

But this--

This feels different.

Better?

Much.

Damn right it is.

Let me guess.

Tequila?

Absolutely.

Don't judge us.

I'm not.

Oh, my God. I can't believe you're here.

Honestly, I know it seems like I give her a hard time, Malcolm.

But something just doesn't sit right.

I hear you. Bridget's strong.

All right. She survived a lot worse than a dodgy man.

I mean, she is glowing.

And I love that for her.

I just don't want her falling for a man

who has no intention on catching her.

Or worse, doesn't deserve to.

When it comes to love, she just leads with her heart first.

It's not a flaw, Em.

That's courage.

It's risky.

So is everything worth having.

Mm.

Somebody's been reading a lot of

inspirational quotes on IG this week.

Don't hate me because I'm poetic.

Look, you're her sister, not her shield, okay?

You do know that you could stand next to her

without standing in front of her.

Yeah, but I don't want to

stay quiet in case this blows up.

You weren't quiet.

All right, you said your piece.

Now trust the woman you helped raise.

You really think I should back off?

I think you should back her.

That's the difference.

-I'll try. -That's all you can do.

Oh, and Em, tomorrow?

Be kind, all right? Chill.

Tonight was big for her.

Yeah, it was.

All right, I'm gonna go. I love you.

I love you.

You know what I love about you?

Okay, that sounds like a trap, but go on.

You're brilliant, and you don't weaponize it.

You're successful and still warm.

And you listen. Really listen.

You're very smooth for a man who missed my big moment.

I know.

And I hate that.

But sitting with you here right now...

this feels right.

Can I say something that might sound crazy?

Yeah, I'm all ears. Let me hear it.

I think I'm in love with you.

I love you, too.

What if we don't wait?

Wait for what? Another round?

Marriage.

Okay, now you've definitely had too much tequila.

That's crazy.

I'm not joking.

Bridget, I don't want to just date you.

I want to wake up next to you every day.

I want to build something with you.

I want to start a life with you.

Why wait for the perfect time

when this feels right?

This is insane.

It's bold.

And come on. We're in Vegas.

If we were to do anything crazy,

this is the place.

Okay, look.

You're drunk. You're drunk.

I'm not.

And if I were...

a drunk tongue speaks a truthful mind.

You know, if we do this...

there's no running from reality tomorrow.

I'm not going anywhere.

Okay.

Okay as in...

you'll marry me?

Yes, Liam. I will marry you.

My God, this is crazy.

[laughing]

Okay.

You've reached Bridget...

Damn it, Bridget. Told your ass 9:00.

Bridget! Open the door! We gotta go!

Good morning!

Who the hell are you?

I'm Liam. Bridget's husband.

Her what? Where the hell is my sister?

Bridget! Bridget!

Bridget!

Girl, get up!

Oh shit! What time is it?

What did you do?

Why are you yelling?

Please don't tell me that you did this.

Ain't no way.

Oh my God. We did.

What do you mean, we?

Liam and I.

What is she talking about?

I'll give you two a moment.

Laid up in these sheets and you got married, too?

Girl, have you lost your fucking mind?

[phone vibrates]

Hello?

Where the fuck are you?

What do you want?

What do you want?

Don't play with me.

Surprise.

You really thought I would stay quiet while you played house?

What are you doing here, Sierra?

You left me in the middle of our last gig.

Do you know how that makes me look?

It's over.

We're done doing this shit.

Or should I say, I'm done.

It ain't over until I say it's over.

And you're not done until I say you're done.

We have a plan, remember?

Plans change.

I'm out.

Is it because of her?

Who?

You left your little flyer.

The million dollar realtor.

I know everything,

including her seven million dollar net worth.

That ain't too bad.

She's the perfect target.

She's not a target.

She's my wife.

Are you serious?

That's even better.

You just landed the biggest score of our lives.

That's fucking brilliant.

She's not a score.

I married her because I love her.

I'm done with scams.

I want more.

More?

You mean money?

No.

I mean real love.

With Bridget.

Are you crazy?

You think she loves you?

Yes. She does.

And you really think she won't find out who you really are?

Goodbye, Sierra.

You don't get to upgrade your life and forget about me!

I will ruin you!

Both of you.

Hmm...

I can't believe you did this.

You don't know him in real life.

I do.

And he knows me.

No. He knows your platform, your success,

and your net worth.

You can still get this annulled, honey.

Slow this whirlwind romance down.

Look, I'm not doing that.

I love him.

What if this is about your money?

He doesn't need my money.

Liam is an artist.

He sells high-end installations to private collectors.

Yeah, and I can tell by how much

he spent on that ring you're wearing, right?

We're in Vegas. This is... temporary.

Girl, please.

And you verified that how?

Look, I'm not clueless, Em.

I've seen his work. He doesn't need my money.

Okay, then why rush?

Because sometimes you just know.

Like you did at 19.

That's when you got pregnant out of wedlock

before you were married.

And y'all are still together.

-That was different. -Was it?

Or did you just follow your heart?

I beat cancer, Em.

I'm not living scared anymore.

I spent a year wondering

if I would live to see another birthday.

Another holiday, or even have another chance at love.

So if love is standing in front of me, I'm choosing it.

I just need my sister with me.

Not against me.

Please tell me you are not merging your finances.

No. No joint accounts. No shared investments.

And no access to my business assets.

-Pre-nup? -Post-nup.

It's already in motion.

Already?

Look, I'm spontaneous, not stupid.

Come here.

I hate that you make it hard for me to stay mad at you.

-I love you. -I love you, too.

What are you doing? You let me go?

What is that? No! No!

No! No! No!

[screaming]

[screams]

[chuckling]

-What are you doing? -What?

-It's tradition. -Okay.

Tradition?

So this is it, huh?

You built this from the ground up?

It's all you?

I did.

And now, it's all ours.

I'm gonna make you the happiest man alive.

You already have.

Well, let me show you around.

-It's beautiful. -Bedroom's up here.

I've been saving this room.

For?

A nursery.

Then maybe we should get started.

Already?

While we're here.

Hi, yes, I'm trying to reach Detective Howell.

He's not in right now. Can I take a message?

Yes, could you please tell him that Emily Donovan called?

It's... personal.

Yes, ma'am.

Have him give me a call back as soon as possible, thanks.

-Who was that? -No one.

It wasn't no one, Em. Come on, I heard you whispering.

Brandon Howell.

Hmm. The detective?

Bridget's ex?

-Yeah. -Okay.

Why are you calling him, of all people?

Because...

I need him to run a background check on Liam.

Emily...

Don't "Emily" me, Malcolm.

My sister married a man 12 hours after meeting him.

Yeah, who she's known for six months.

Online.

He shows up out of nowhere.

Sweeps her off her feet.

Marries her overnight. Moves into her house.

Babe, Bridget is a millionaire.

You don't think this is cause for suspicion?

-You're overstepping. -I am protecting her.

No, you're being messy.

-Messy? -Yeah.

And... a bit controlling.

Okay. Well, call it what you want.

You didn't see her in that hotel room.

I didn't need to.

I know Bridget too, right?

She's smart and she's careful.

Look...

People change after near-death experiences.

All right? You know that.

Bridget's a survivor.

She doesn't want to wait anymore.

I know, but that's what makes her vulnerable.

No, that's what makes her human.

I'm looking forward to meeting him at the fundraiser.

All right? Let me judge for myself.

I'm a great judge of character.

Breaking news this afternoon.

Authorities are investigating the death

of local philanthropist Joan Whitaker.

Foul play is suspected.

Though police are withholding further details

as the investigation continues.

That is so sad.

Why would someone do that to that poor old lady?

See, this is what I'm talking about.

What's that?

That you can't trust people.

...when she began to require full-time care.

I'm still getting used to being introduced as your husband.

But I love the title.

[chuckles]

You see how the artist layers texture above the base color?

It's about restraint.

The chaos is controlled.

Yeah, all I see is blue,

maybe some pink, and a bunch of squiggly lines.

That's fair.

Sorry, I don't know, man.

Maybe I'm just more of a does this painting

match our couch kind of guy, you know?

I feel you.

So, Emily's still studying me, huh?

Yeah.

My wife doesn't do quick trust.

Especially when it comes to her sister.

I get it.

She's protective.

She just takes a while to warm-up, all right?

But, once she does, she's solid.

Good.

I'd rather earn it anyway.

I am so proud of Sebastian.

-We've got to toast. -Thanks.

Actually, no.

You okay?

I'm fine.

But...

we're trying for a baby.

Are you serious?

Already?

Why not?

I don't know, maybe because

you've only been married for five days?

You know what, I think it's time

you start letting me live my life, Emily.

-Bridget Donovan! -Oh!

Oh, you glow!

Actually, it's Harbor now.

That's right.

I hear congratulations are in order.

I must say, marriage looks divine on you.

Even if it was an elopement and not

the fabulous extravaganza that you deserve.

Sebastian, behave!

You remember my sister.

One of my all-time favorite people.

Of course I do.

I hear she has an artistic streak, too.

Speaking of artists, I want you to meet my husband, Liam.

Really?

You married a creative?

Delicious!

He's right over there with Malcolm.

Sebastian, this is my husband, Liam.

So, the new husband I've been hearing whispers about.

Your gorgeous wife tells me you're an artist.

I try to stay away from the whispers,

but you're right about two things.

My wife is gorgeous.

-And I am an artist. -Oh, yes.

Why don't you show Sebastian some of your work, baby?

Okay.

These are a few of my recent pieces.

You show restraint and confidence.

That's rare.

This one.

Where was this shown?

Uh, that one?

That's one of my earliest works.

It's sold. Bought by my favorite client.

[screaming]

It's sentimental.

It's powerful.

I have to have it for my gallery.

That piece can't be shown.

No, I'm serious.

I want to offer you a solo exhibition

as a part of my emerging artist series.

Sebastian.

On one condition.

That painting has to anchor the show.

I mean, I can see if I can try to retrieve it.

Just for the exhibit, of course.

Done.

Champagne.

[chuckling]

We have to toast.

Yes, yes.

Cheers.

Oh!

I'm so proud of you.

I leave for Paris tomorrow for two weeks.

Bring me the painting when I return

and we'll finalize everything.

I'll have it.

Sweet.

Wonderful.

Excuse me. Do I know... Wait, what are you doing?

[phone rings]

Hello?

Hey. I'm sorry I haven't called sooner.

Things have been... complicated.

Come to your senses?

That's not what this call is about, Sierra.

I need a favor.

Of course you do.

Where are you?

What does it matter?

The question is... Where are you?

I'm surprised you don't know already.

I moved.

I'm in Atlanta now.

Wow.

I'm sorry.

This is what I needed.

Things are finally coming together.

For you.

You really think you can walk away clean?

From all of this?

From me?

Look, I got you. I promise you.

I just really need that painting.

The one you took from Joan's house.

It's for a show. A huge opportunity.

I'll return it. I promise.

You get married. Move.

And you expect me to show up with your art

like nothing's changed?

That's not what this is.

That's exactly what this is.

You disappear.

And when you need something, you call me.

What's in it for me?

This is big, Sierra.

I'll give you 20,000.

A finder's fee.

You really think this is about money?

Isn't it?

20,000 is nothing. You're insulting me.

40.

I want 50.

And I meet her.

No. Not right now.

This is not the right time.

[chuckles]

You were always good at timing things.

Fine.

I'll bring it.

Thank you, Sierra.

For always coming through when I need you.

I'll text you where to bring it.

I need it ASAP.

Yeah. I hear you, Liam.

Don't mistake this for forgiveness.

-Good morning, babe. -Good morning.

Thank you.

Today's schedule is insane.

I've got a listing appointment at 10,

a showing at noon, and a closing at 4.

But if today still goes through,

it'll be my biggest commission this quarter.

You're unstoppable.

And you?

Mr. Emerging Artist?

What's on your agenda?

I'm going to grab supplies today.

New canvases.

A fresh start.

Nice.

Any luck tracking down your painting?

Yeah. I've reached out to the source.

And it's on the way.

No, wait, Liam. That's amazing.

I'm so proud of you.

Oh, God. If I don't get out of here, I'm going to be late.

Hey, you.

At least get a piece of sausage first.

Sure.

I love you.

I love you, too.

-Have a great day. -You, too, baby.

[door closes]

Excuse me.

Hi.

-I'm Sierra. -Hi.

I'm Bridget Carver.

I know exactly who you are.

I follow your IG.

Your page is so inspiring.

Oh, thank you so much.

Are you interested in the property?

Possibly.

My fiancé and I are looking to relocate.

Wow. Congratulations.

Thank you.

We're ready for a fresh start.

Well, I'm a newlywed myself, so I totally understand.

This house would be perfect.

It's move-in ready, great neighborhood,

really strong equity growth.

And I would love to represent you

if you're interested in buying.

You seem very passionate.

I am.

I don't just sell houses.

I help people start new chapters.

I like that.

Are you available to show it later today?

My fiancé works odd hours.

I'd love to surprise him.

Absolutely. How's 2 p.m.?

That's perfect.

I have a good feeling about this.

So do I.

See you then.

Okay.

-[phone ringing] -Hello?

Emily, it's Brandon. It's Detective Howell.

You left a message for me to call you?

Yes, Brandon, thank you for calling me back.

Your message said you needed to talk to me

about something personal.

Yes, it's about Bridget.

Is she okay?

I haven't talked to her since she found out

she was in remission.

Yeah, she's fine physically.

And the rest?

She got married.

To whom?

Okay, his name is Liam.

He's Black. He's an artist.

They met online.

He's not from Atlanta. He moved here from Houston.

That's all I know about him.

And honestly, that's the problem.

So you think something's wrong?

I don't know. I just...

I just have this feeling.

Could you run a background check on him?

Emily, I can't just look at my ex's

new husband because you have a feeling.

I know, but I wouldn't ask if I didn't think it mattered.

You know that's not how this works.

Listen, his name is Liam Carver.

His birthday is June 6th.

I don't have the year, but look,

I just need to know that she's safe.

Look, I know this seems kind of impulsive, Emily,

but Bridget is smart.

And I'm sure whoever this Liam dude is,

she vetted him properly.

And you, young lady, you have been overprotective

of your sister ever since your parents passed.

You gotta lay off a little bit.

You're right.

But please, Brandon, would you just think about it?

[phone rings]

This is Sebastian.

I'm way too busy to take this call.

Leave a message.

Hey Sebastian, it's Liam.

I'm calling to let you know I located the painting.

I'm excited to start on this new collection.

Call me back when you get this.

I think this is going to be something special.

[doorbell rings]

Give me one second, here I come.

Hello?

Hello?

Hey Bridget, it's Sierra.

A delivery guy left a package at the door.

Oh, hey Sierra, thank you.

Why don't you join me upstairs? We can start the tour up here.

Okay, sure.

And this floor gets the best natural light in the morning.

-It's beautiful. -Mm-hmm.

You mentioned your fiancé works odd hours.

He does.

He's an artist.

Really?

My husband's an artist.

Liam?

Excuse me?

Your husband.

His name is Liam.

How do you know my husband's name?

Because he's mine.

What did you say?

I said, he's mine.

You can't have him.

And you never will.

[grunting]

[humming]

[chattering]

Liam.

Where's Bridget?

Oh, hey.

Uh, she's at work.

She had a full day.

Her car is outside.

I'm driving her spare until mine gets shipped.

She insists.

She insisted?

Yeah.

That convertible is her pride and joy.

She will barely let valet touch it.

Well, she trusts me.

So you're here all alone?

I'm meeting someone.

Who?

Let me guess.

-Another woman. -What?

Cheating on my sister already.

No.

I am meeting another woman.

But it's my...

my foster sister.

Does Bridget know about this?

She never mentioned anything about you

having a foster sister.

We grew up together.

It's complicated.

Why wouldn't you tell her that?

What other secrets are you keeping from her, Liam?

-Look, I'm just... -Liam!

And you must be Emily.

Have we met?

No. But Liam's described you perfectly.

Your perfume.

It's actually my sister's favorite.

Then she must have good taste.

Have you met Bridget in person yet?

I've not.

You know what? Why wait?

She's probably finishing up a showing.

Let me get her over here.

I'm sure she would love to meet you.

[phone ringing]

[phone vibrating]

She's not answering.

So I think I'm gonna go.

And we can do this little family meet up some other time.

It's nice meeting you. I didn't catch your name.

-Sierra. -Sierra.

Tell Malcolm I said what's up.

I will.

She seems... nice.

Must run in the family.

[chuckles]

[phone vibrates]

Where's the painting?

I got it.

Don't I always deliver?

Just remember, this is a loan.

Not to keep.

How?

I agreed to pay you 50k.

Like you said.

That was the finder's fee.

Do you remember that house

on Willow Creek?

I try not to.

You painted the garage walls.

You stayed vandalizing property.

That wasn't vandalism.

It was art.

Made that raggedy place look better.

You only painted places we weren't meant to stay in.

Temporary houses. Temporary families.

You never painted anything you planned to keep.

We didn't get to keep anything.

Exactly.

Foster homes were never permanent.

Look, Sierra...

We survived.

We made something of ourselves.

You're a nurse.

I'm a professional artist.

Not everyone survived.

What about our foster father?

Such a tragic...

accident.

Sierra...

Fire moves fast.

No one ever questioned it.

Let's not do this.

I always protected you.

We protected each other.

It was an accident.

You keep saying that.

But I was the one that paid for it.

-You didn't have to. -I was 14.

They never would have thrown the book at me.

But they would have destroyed you.

Sierra...

No one ever questioned it.

Wouldn't it be a shame...

if they knew who you really were?

I never told you to.

You wanna know why I did it, Liam?

Because I couldn't risk losing you.

I suffered for you.

Out of love.

I've always loved you.

And I wanna be with you.

Forever.

Sierra...

You're my sister.

I love you.

But not in a romantic way.

We're not related.

We grew up together.

That matters.

Not to me.

Sierra...

You need to get back on your meds.

Don't you dare... dismiss my feelings.

I'm not dismissing your feelings.

I love you, too.

Then why did you marry her?

Liam...

What's wrong?

I thought you left.

No. The police just called me.

Bridget had an accident.

Where is she?

She's being rushed to the hospital.

Is she...

They didn't say, but she's going into surgery.

We have to leave now.

-Come on. -Let's go.

Oh my God.

Bridget...

I'm here, baby.

You're okay.

Your wife is a very fortunate woman, Mr. Carver.

How is she?

These tubes are scaring me.

I can see how that can be scary.

Your wife suffered a fractured leg

and a significant head injury.

Our biggest concern is the swelling on her brain.

Which were monitoring that closely.

Is she going to wake up?

To aid in her recovery and reduce the brain activity,

we put her in a temporary medically induced coma.

A coma?

Yes, sir.

It's just temporary.

But it gives her body the best chance at healing.

[phone vibrates]

Um...

I need to take this.

I'll be right back.

Yes, ma'am.

Okay, Brandon.

Hey, Emily. What's going on?

Your text said it's an emergency.

Bridget's in the hospital. She had an accident.

Man...

I'm sorry it happened. But is she okay?

We don't really know yet,

but there's something going on, Brandon.

I can feel it.

Mr. Carver, there's something else I think you should know.

What is it?

Your wife is pregnant.

Now, it's early. It's around two weeks.

But your baby is unharmed.

She's pregnant?

We're having a baby?

We'll monitor them both closely.

Wow...

A baby.

His record's clean.

Just minor traffic violations. Nothing more.

Listen, there is something up with this dude, Brandon.

Look, I think you're overthinking this.

And I don't know what to tell you.

I'm sorry that this is happening,

but I cannot overstep in Bridget's life.

Not anymore.

So that's it?

Look, I want her to have a speedy recovery.

And she will. But...

Look, I gotta go now.

[sobbing]

Sebastian. It's Liam.

I'm dealing with a family emergency.

But... I'm still working on the collection.

I hope I have it ready in two weeks.

Just like we agreed.

What the fuck are you doing here?

I thought you said you were leaving town last week.

I changed my mind.

Sierra, you need to go.

Why?

Because this is already too much.

Bridget's in a coma.

I'm trying to finish a piece for Sebastian.

I can't handle any more trouble.

I won't cause any trouble.

Please.

You got your 50k.

I wired it to your account last week.

What more do you want from me?

You know exactly what I want.

I want you.

And until that happens...

I suggest you focus on your art.

And I'll take care of your wife.

Do not go near her.

You always assume the worst of me.

I would never hurt anyone you love.

Unless you gave me a reason to.

You are very inconvenient.

Sierra?

This helps...

stimulate circulation.

What are you doing here?

Liam called.

Because I've nursed coma patients before.

I can help care for her once she's discharged.

That's generous, but you don't have to do that.

The hospital already assigned a home help nurse.

So they're planning to reduce her sedation.

And she should regain consciousness tomorrow at home.

Hi, I'm Debbie.

Just checking vitals so we can be all set for discharge.

I feel it's better family handles her care.

Of course.

I mean, I am happy to help in any way.

Thank you.

I appreciate that.

She's not just my sister.

She is my best friend.

When she was battling cancer, the thought of losing--

It's okay.

You're not going to lose her.

Thank you so much for taking this assignment.

Gosh, of course.

I actually specialize in head trauma recovery.

Okay.

And given the brain injury and the fracture

I got this rental bed because I don't want her struggling..

to get up from the couch.

Oh, and I'm going to log everything.

Her meds, responsiveness, swelling,

nothing gets missed.

Okay.

I can cook and bring all of her meals.

Oh, honey, you don't have to worry about that.

I can handle all of that for you as well.

-I got you covered. -Wow.

No need for that.

I'll cook for my wife.

Mr. Carver, we were actually

just going through all the details

just to make sure everything is perfect

when your wife comes home later today.

You'll have everything you need.

That's what I just told her.

Oh, and for Bridget's safety,

we don't need traffic in and out.

What do you mean?

There are to be no visitors

at the house.

Liam, what about her friends?

Her co-workers?

No visitors.

My wife needs rest.

No exceptions.

Is that understood?

Yes, sir.

Come on, Debbie.

Let me show you the kitchen.

It's right this way.

-Yes, sir. -Come on.

Hey, Em, how's Bridget?

Better. Weak. But she's fighting.

Yeah, she's definitely a fighter.

Yeah.

Look, I wanted to follow up with you about Liam.

I already told you, Emily.

We ran everything.

Employment, financials, prior addresses.

This guy's clean as a whistle.

Look, I did my own digging.

I found one of those background research sites.

I couldn't open the file, but...

I found a sealed juvenile charge.

Okay. Sealed.

Which means whatever it was,

the courts locked it down when he turned 18.

That's not unusual.

Isn't it, though?

Records don't get sealed for shoplifting candy, Brandon.

Look, there's something up with this guy.

And there's definitely something weird with his sister, too.

That doesn't mean Bridget's in any danger, Emily.

You don't know that, okay?

And you don't know that she isn't.

All right.

I'll take a look into it.

What's going on?

A sealed juvenile file.

I need eyes on it.

You know that's above our pay grade without a judge.

I wouldn't ask if it didn't feel wrong.

And can you ask your dad for help, please?

Please?

You're going to owe me.

Big.

Put it on my tab.

[gasps]

Liam?

Hey.

Hey, I'm here.

You're home.

My head feels foggy.

It's probably the medication.

Doctor said it'll take a few days.

What happened?

You fell, sweetie.

I remember.

Someone was there.

What do you mean?

At the house?

I don't know.

I heard something.

And then...

It's fuzzy.

You hit your head pretty hard.

Doctor said your memory might play tricks on you.

Let's not force it.

I feel bloated.

Oh, shit, babe.

Huh?

Sebastian's back.

Just for two more hours.

He wants to meet.

Oh, wow. That's good.

It's more than good.

It's perfect timing.

This could lock everything in.

Go.

Just don't stay long.

I love you.

I love you, too.

Hey, Debbie?

Yeah.

Could you stay for a couple more hours?

Is everything okay?

Yeah.

I have to step out for an important last-minute meeting.

I'll pay you overtime.

Okay. Yeah. Of course.

Thank you.

You're doing great.

Your swelling has gone down tremendously.

You're gonna be up and moving before you know it.

Thank you for staying.

Of course.

I'm so tired.

Just get some rest, okay?

[doorbell rings]

Hi, Debbie.

Oh, hi. Uh...

Liam called.

Said he wasn't sure if you were able to stay

because of his emergency meeting.

That's funny. I told him I could stay.

It was no problem at all.

That's odd.

Well, I'm here now.

Oh, Miss Carver's resting,

and I'm just gonna give Emily a call.

[groans]

[grunting]

Where's Debbie?

Debbie's not here anymore.

Where's Liam?

[chuckles]

Liam's not here to help you either.

No one is.

It's just me and you.

You pushed me.

Stop!

Stop!

No! No!

Sweet dreams.

[humming]

That's weird. I missed a call from Debbie.

She should be off by now.

Well, call her back.

Hi, Nurse Debbie here.

She's not answering.

Let me try Liam.

This is Liam Carver.

I'm going over there.

Sebastian!

Sebastian, I'm here!

Such good taste.

In clothes and men.

[phone rings]

Hello, Liam.

Sierra?

Why the hell are you answering Sebastian's phone?

Where is he?

[chuckles]

Sebastian's dead.

I took care of him weeks ago.

And now, I'm about to take care of your wife.

[phone vibrates]

What's up, Emily?

You tell me, I just got a missed call

from Debbie and now she's not answering.

Is everything okay with Bridget?

I'm not home yet. Everything should be fine.

Why aren't you with her?

I had to step out for something.

You left her alone?

Debbie was there.

Well, she's not answering now. Look, I'm on my way.

Debbie?

What the fuck are you doing here?

You need to relax.

She was already here when I arrived.

I came to check on Bridget.

I sent Debbie home.

Figured I could handle things until you came back.

You should trust your sister more than anyone.

Right?

Of course.

Family takes care of family.

You left her here alone?

She wasn't alone.

I don't trust you.

And I don't trust you either.

Emily, just go home.

What?

Have you lost your fucking mind?

This is my sister's house. Not yours.

-Emily-- -And you had no right.

Emily!

Get out, now!

Liam, you don't need to talk to her.

Sierra, don't tell me what I need to do.

Leave my damn house.

You need to get the fuck out, too.

This isn't over.

You've reached the phone of Detective Brandon Howell.

Please leave a message and I'll return your call

when I'm available.

Brandon, it's me. Call me. He's crazy!

Baby?

It's me.

I'm here.

It was her.

She pushed me.

Sierra.

It's okay.

Don't worry, baby.

I'm gonna make sure you're safe.

I'm not gonna let her hurt you.

-[gun cocks] -Turn around.

Tell her.

Tell her what she was, Liam.

Stop.

Tell her she was a mark.

And you only married her for money.

She's not a mark.

I love her.

You love me!

You know, I could have killed her before.

But I wanted to wait for you to get back

so that you could tell her everything.

How you and I scam these women out of millions.

And she's no different.

Liam?

Shut up.

This isn't about you.

It's about me and him.

Tell her, Liam.

So she knows the truth before she dies.

The truth is I love you, Sierra.

But as my sister.

You're my family.

And so is she.

But I'm in love with Bridget.

No! No!

No! She's pregnant.

You'll never replace me.

[gunshot]

Liam!

No!

Did you hear that?

Stay put, Emily. Do not go back in there.

Liam!

You see what you made him do?

You're insane.

No. I'm loyal.

We survived everything together.

The fires. Foster homes.

We protected each other.

Because no one else did.

I gave up my life for him.

And you think you were gonna get my happy ending?

He chose me.

He did.

And now you can die with him.

No! Get away from her!

[grunting]

[shrieks]

[panting]

Ah!

[panting]

Police! Drop your weapon.

[gunshot]

Are you hit?

No... I'm okay.

Bridget!

-We're okay. -Yes.

We're okay.

He's gone.

Where is she?

Oh, God.

[baby cries]

He looks like Liam.

He's perfect.

Hi, Mom.

Time to take him to the nursery for routine monitoring.

Don't worry, Bridge. They'll bring him right back.

He'll be fine.

He's in good hands.

Time to go home, son.