All language subtitles for The.Evil.Twin.2021.1080p.WEBRip.x265

Man:
Enough, Emily!

[woman shouting]

[objects clattering]

Emily?

Emily, please.
You know that I love you.

You know I would never hurt you.

[whimpering]

Okay? Since the day
that I met you,

I know that
we belonged together.

But sometimes you just push
my buttons, Emily.

It's like you're trying
to make me angry.

Just move out of the way, Jared.

Now. I want to go.

No, no.

Not until you accept my apology.

I can't stand this tension
between us.

Why won't you just talk to me?

[sighing]
Let me go, Jared.

- No!
- [whimpering]

Tell me that you love me!
Tell me that you forgive me.

You're hurting me!

Okay.

You never get to touch me again.

[sighing]

It's the middle of the night.

Where do you think
you're going to go? Wait.

Emily!

Emily!

Stop with your games, Emily.

You know
I hate being played with.

[dog barking]

Emily?

Emily, I'm here.

Emily? Oh, my God.
What did he do to you?

Hi, Lenah.

Sorry it's so late.

I didn't know what else to--

Sweetie, it's okay.

Let's get you out of here.

Okay.

♪

Lenah: I can't believe
that bastard hit you.

I always knew he was trouble.

The signs were always there.

I just didn't want to admit it.

You can stay here
as long as you need.

My mom is not doing well,

and I have to go be with her
for a while.

So, that leaves
this little beauty all empty,

and no one to run the shop.

The antique store?

I always loved that place.

Best hide-and-seek spot ever.

Only if you're interested.

It just feels so strange
being back in Mill County.

It's been 10 years.

Honey, the city isn't working
for you.

It's time for a new beginning.

[sighing]

Let's go.

It's been a long night,
and you must be exhausted.

[car doors closing]

[birds chirping]

Lenah:
I should warn you,

the shop may feel
a little overwhelming at first.

It's gotten even messier
since we were kids,

if you can believe that.

My mom could always
find treasure in any trash.

Plenty of opportunity
to put those woodworking skills

of yours to use.

Woman in shop:
Oh, my God.

What was that about?

Making friends already, I see.
Come on.

Emily: Oh, my God.
It hasn't changed a bit.

Nope. The rest of the world is
turning into one big strip mall

while we stand frozen in time.

I know it all looks like
junk from someone's attic,

but there's a lot of potential
in here.

It just needs a little love.

I'm sorry I can't stay long.

I got to start packing. I'm
heading to my mom's tomorrow.

If I leave you the keys,

do you think you could lock up
later?

Oh, sure. That's no problem.

Well, I for one am glad
you decided

to give this place
another chance.

It will be so nice
having you close.

Oh, and speaking of antiques,

I got one more thing
to show you.

It's yours
for as long as you need it.

As long as you can
get it started.

- What?
- [both laughing]

My God.

Whoa!

It's your new baby.

- Lenah--
- [laughing]

What did I ever do to you,
Linda Carmichael?

Jared...

...is that you?

[ignition turning]

[gasping]

[engine revving]

[sighing]

Hot chocolate
with a sprig of mint,

just the way you like it.

You sure you saw Jared?

I don't know. It was dark.
It looked like Jared's truck,

but I can't be sure.

I thought you filed
a restraining order.

I did.

The day after.

Well, then, we need to call
the police

and let them know
he's stalking you.

I don't know. I can't be sure.

Not enough to call it in.

Maybe I'm just imagining things.

I haven't been sleeping
all that great.

I'm here.

I know.

[door opening]

[door hinge squeaking]

I got those things
you asked for.

A few dresses, photo albums.

And you're sure
you didn't see Jared?

He didn't follow you back,
or--

No one followed me, sweetie.
You're safe here.

I promise.

Thank you

so much, Lenah, for everything.

Should I change my plans?

Find someone else to take care
of my mom for a while?

I don't feel right
leaving you all alone.

I will be fine. Go.

Be with your mom.

Give her a big hug for me.

[sighing]

Lenah:
Call me.

I will.

- Every day.
- Okay.

Jared, you petty, petty man.

You got a lot of nerve
showing your face around here.

I'm sorry. Have we met before?

You can change your hairdo
any way you like.

I know exactly who you are.

You disgust me.

[sandpaper scraping]

[door chime dinging]

[scraping continues]

I see you like the classics.

I do, but not as much as
my daughter.

She's a huge Jane Austen fan.

She's reading Pride
and Prejudice right now,

and I think she'd love
a desk like this.

Something like her heroines used
back in the day.

- How old is your daughter?
- Nine.

You think this would be
too big for her?

Maybe a little big right now,
but she'd grow into it fast.

They built this furniture
to last a lifetime back then.

Okay. I'm sold.

Great.

By the way, I'm David.

Emily. Nice to meet you.

Actually, I think you're

the first person
I've properly met

since I moved back here.

Well, thank you, Emily,

and welcome back
to the neighborhood.

[chuckling]

So, I don't really have any way
of getting this home.

Is there any chance you deliver?

I will give it
a fresh polish overnight

and deliver it myself tomorrow.

- You don't mind?
- Oh, no.

As you can see,
I've got plenty of time.

[buttons clacking on keypad]

[paper tearing]

[terminal beeping]

So, this might seem
a bit forward.

I don't do this sort of thing.

But when you bring the desk,

maybe you might want to stay
for dinner?

I just figured

being new to town, you might
enjoy a home-cooked meal.

And I know it can be tough
to meet people.

Um, can I think about it?

I'm just still sort of
getting situated.

Of course. You can drop it off
and decide then.

No pressure.

Okay. [chuckling]

Okay.

[door chime dinging]

Warned me? About what?

[paper crinkling]

[sighing]

[zipper rasping]

[engine revving, thudding]

[gasping]

Ugh.

[whimpering]

[whimpering continues]

I warned you, Charlotte.

I gave you
a chance to leave town,

but you didn't listen.

So, I'm going to tell you
one last time.

Who are you?

Why are you doing this?

Leave town. Never come back.
Or so help me,

I'll kill you myself.

[whimpering]

[door slamming]

[whimpering]

[ignition turning]

[whimpering]

[seat belt
clicking into receptacle]

Now, is there anything else you
can tell me about the driver?

I don't know.

I hit my head.
I was seeing stars.

Now, the attacker claimed
he knew you?

He called me Charlotte.

I've never seen him before
in my life.

The way he looked at me--

Can you think of
any other reason

why you might have
been targeted?

I just moved into town.

I got into a bit of trouble
when I used to live here,

when I was a teenager,

but nothing
anyone would remember

more than 10 years later.

All right.

Well, we'll look into this SUV.

In the meantime,
if you have any questions,

give me a call.

Thank you, Detective Miller.
I will.

[sighing]

[church bell tolling]

[door hinge squeaking]

[computer keys clacking]

What the hell
are you doing here?

I thought you were leaving town.

Do I know you?

Have I done something
to offend you?

Haven't you done enough,
Charlotte?

I am not this Charlotte person,

whoever she is.

I swear to you.

Whoa. This is a new low,
even for you.

Here.

Look.

Emily North.

[scoffing]

Look. You can call yourself
whatever you want,

but I can see with my own eyes.

Oh, I'm sorry.
Do you need a reminder?

Is that supposed to be me?

I'm sorry.
I don't want what to tell you.

So, you have the balls
to stand here and tell me

that that's not you
in bed with my husband,

one week before he died?

Died?

No. I have no idea
what you're talking about.

Okay.

Well, then,
I got news for you, sweetheart.

You got a long-lost twin,

and she's a bitch.

Do you know where I'd find her?

Apparently, her name is
Charlotte Palmer.

Lenah: Wait. So, Jared isn't
the one who's been stalking you?

It's some guy I've never met.

And he thought you were
this Charlotte person?

It's your long-lost twin?

Lenah, I don't know
what to tell you.

I just want this to end.
When I looked her up,

this was her last known address.

But how do you know
this Charlotte person

is actually your sister,

and not just some stranger
who looks a lot like you?

She looks exactly like me.

I remember when I was a kid,

I always thought my parents
were keeping secrets from me.

They never wanted to talk about
my birth mother.

I always felt like
there was something missing.

Well, they say some pairs
of twins,

even if separated,
go on to have similar interests,

choose similar careers,

end up living in
the same small town.

Well, the things people
are saying about her,

I'm not sure
we have all that much in common.

I guess I'm about to find out.

Lenah:
Good luck.

Emily:
Thank you. I'll call you later.

[beeping phone off]

[birds chirping]

[knocking on door]

Yes? Can I help you?

I'm sorry, but we don't accept
solicitors around here.

Charlotte?

Charlotte Palmer?

Yes, I'm Charlotte Palmer.

Why? What is it you want?

Um, I'm Emily.

I think--

I think I'm your sister.

[laughing]

I don't have a sister.

Did Blake put you up to this?

Who's Blake?

Oh, my God.

Well, don't just stand there
looking flabbergasted.

Come inside.

You have a beautiful home.

Oh, this old shack?
Don't be too impressed.

It's not worth half as much
as it costs.

You could've fooled me.

Well, you know what they say.

You can fool the eye,
but you can't fool the heart.

So, I couldn't find
any other records,

but I did find
my birth certificate.

Both:
St. Jude's Hospital,

Mill County, New York,

June 15, 1990.

Emily:
6:23 a.m.

Charlotte: 6:28 a.m.

[sighing]

So, it's true.
This is incredible!

I just can't take
my eyes off you.

Does that make me
the worst narcissist

on the planet or what?

[both giggling]

Could you just turn that way
a little for me?

[gasping]

What a treat to finally
get to see the backs of my ears.

[laughing]

[laughing]
I just don't understand

why we were ever separated.

It seems so cruel to do that
to twins.

Cruel? It's outright abuse.

It's a wonder we're both not
insane sociopaths

from all the trauma.

[giggling]

Yeah.

You didn't grow up out here,
too, did you?

I can't imagine how we'd never

have crossed paths.

No. I grew up out west,
in Eugene, Oregon.

The only thing I ever knew
about Mill County

were those two words stamped on
my birth certificate.

So, what brought you
all the way out here?

A man, naturally.

We met at a convention
last year.

And when I found out
where he was from,

I just thought
it was meant to be.

So, I followed him out here,
like a little lost puppy.

I was running away from a man;
you were chasing after one.

And somehow,
we both ended up here,

back where we started.

Like I said, fate.

My sister.

[sighing]

The only way to tell us apart
is that wrist brace.

- And our hair.
- Yeah.

[giggling]

Um, I need to ask you,
Charlotte,

have you had any problems
with anyone here in town?

I've had a few incidents,
people mistaking me for you.

I mean, I've made my share
of mistakes,

but nothing that would cause
anyone to lash out.

Some people just take issue
with a woman who does

her own heavy lifting,
I suppose.

Oh.

Speaking of heavy lifting,

I'm late for a delivery.

This has been amazing,
but I really need to go.

Are you sure?

We were just getting to know
each other.

Well, you have my address
and phone number.

This is just the beginning
for us.

Give me a hug.

It was amazing to meet you, too,
Emily.

Like a gift from fate.

Okay.

[tires grinding on gravel]

[cellphone vibrating]

[phone ringing]

Man:
Charlotte,

you get my message?

Blake, I am asking you
for the last time.

Please stop harassing me.

I haven't contacted the police
out of respect

for your brother
and what we had between us,

but you are pushing me too far.

I am begging you,
for Trevor's sake.

Still going for that Oscar,
Charlotte?

I know who you are.

You're not getting one red cent
of Trevor's money.

And if the lawyers can't get you
out of that house,

I'll toss you out myself.

[beeping phone off]

It's just a delivery, Emily.
It's not a blind date.

No pressure.

[exhaling sharply]

[knocking on window]

And who might you be?

I'm Emily.
And you must be Adalae.

I've heard so much about you.

I've heard that you know
more about Jane Austen

than anyone else on the planet.

I do. I know she wrote
the entire history of England

before she turned 16,

and she wrote her first play
when she was 12 years old.

Wow. Well, it sounds to me like
you are going to love

what I brought for you, then.

You brought a desk?

Not just any desk.
The exact same style of desk

that Jane Austen sat at
when she wrote Emma.

David:
What's all the commotion I hear?

You made it. Thanks so much
for coming all the way out.

Oh, my pleasure.
I enjoyed the drive.

Daddy, look what Emily brought!

Could she please stay
for supper?

Please, Daddy?

I swear I did not tell her
to say that.

Well, I was going to head home,

but now that I've had a chance
to smell

whatever that sorcery is you've
got going on in the kitchen,

how can I say no?

Come on in.

This was delicious, David.
Thank you so much.

Oh, that's okay. I shouldn't.

For the drive home.

But you wouldn't, by chance,

happen to have
any hot chocolate?

Maybe with a sprig of mint?

My happy-place drink.

Not sure about
the sprig of mint,

but I'll see what I can whip up.

Okay.

[cellphone vibrating]

Is something wrong?

No. I just--

I got some pretty strange news
today,

and I guess
I'm still processing it.

What happened?

Well, I found out
I have a twin sister,

and she's here in town.

[chuckling]
I'm serious.

I met her for the first time
about three hours ago.

But how is that even possible?

[chuckling]
I like to think I'd have noticed

seeing two women who look
like you walking around town.

She was born here,
but she's not from here.

She says it was fate
that brought her back.

So, what's she like,
your sister?

Besides being just like you.

She's a little more intense
than I am.

Mm-hmm?

More charming,
and much more beautiful,

if you ask me.

Hmm. Somehow I find that hard
to believe.

[chuckling]

[phone ringing]

And she's calling me, right now.

You should answer it.

Are you sure?
I don't want to be rude.

She's family.

Hi, Charlotte.
Nice to see you you again.

I won't keep you long.
I just had to see your face

one more time
to reassure myself

this is not some sangria-induced
hallucination.

I know.
I'm still pinching myself, too.

You didn't tell me you have
a guy.

Oh. Uh, I don't.

We're just, um--

We're just having dinner.

Charlotte, David.

David, Charlotte.

Hi, Charlotte. Nice meeting you.

You, too.

He's cute.

Oh, no. You have me on speaker,

so he can totally hear me
saying that, can't he?

- Yep.
- [laughing]

Okay. I've embarrassed you
enough, for now.

I've still got, like, 30 years

of sister-embarrassing
to make up for.

Talk soon.

Okay. Bye.

Have fun, you two.

[gasping]

Wow.

She really does look and sound
like you.

Yeah. It's a bit unnerving,
to be honest.

Like I just found out
I have a clone.

Hey. Here's to hot chocolate
and shocking revelations.

Cheers to that. [chuckling]

Cheers.

♪

Lenah:
So, when's the next big date?

Um, I'm not entirely sure.

I'm still figuring out
this whole sister situation.

Have you made plans
to see her again?

No. Not yet.

I'm getting the impression

Charlotte is
the spontaneous type.

I still have so many questions
to ask her,

but I think
I should take it slow.

[door chime dinging]

And she's here.

Wait. Charlotte just walked in?

Yeah. Bearing gifts.

Okay. Well, have fun.
Just be careful.

I know she's family,

but she's still
a complete stranger to you.

Thanks, Lenah. Talk soon.

[beeping phone off]

Hi, Charlotte.
What a nice surprise.

And you cut your hair.

Hey, sis. I was meaning
to cut it forever,

but I wasn't sure
until I saw it on you.

Don't you just love saying that?
"Sis?"

Were you in the neighborhood?

You didn't have to come
all the way out here.

Well, I thought
you might appreciate

some higher-end cuisine.

Or at least, as high-end as it
gets out here in Dullsville.

[Charlotte gasping]

Look at all that glitz!

Yeah. Some of the stuff
that comes through here

is truly one of a kind.

I guess you can't say that about
either of us anymore, hmm?

[chuckling]

You know, I had the hardest time
finding this store.

You've got, like,
zero web presence.

It's not very good
for drumming up business.

Yeah. The owner, Lenah,

she kind of prefers
word of mouth.

Also, I had to get a restraining
order against my ex, Jared.

So, I'm sort of trying to
stay off the grid.

Oh, my God. Was he dangerous?

He hit me,

so I left.

Not that the signs
weren't always there.

He was paranoid and jealous
and controlling.

Believe me, I know the type.

That sort of man crumples
like an old tissue

the second you stand up to them.

Remember, you're the one
with all the power.

I certainly don't feel
all that powerful.

Well, it's good you got out

when you did.
Not every woman does.

Well, I will be sure to spread
the word, but only locally.

That'd be great. Thank you.

I need to ask you, Charlotte--

And I'm sorry
if this is too personal,

but are you sure there's no one
angry at you here in town?

What makes you ask that?
Did something happen?

A strange man attacked me
on a street.

He warned me to get out of town
and he called me Charlotte.

Was he driving a black SUV?

Yeah. Why?

That might be Blake Forsbeck.

I used to date his brother,
Trevor.

It didn't end well, and Blake
has been completely obsessed

with me ever since.

Hmm.

I'm so sorry you got caught up
in this.

You need to be careful, Emily.
Blake is not in his right mind.

He can be dangerous.

Believe me, I know.

Okay, look. Give me a chance
to talk some sense into him.

I will try to tell him
that you are not me,

and that should get him
to back down,

if he'll even listen to me.

Thank you, Charlotte,
but you need to be careful, too.

Oh, don't worry.
I can take care of myself.

[objects clattering]

You hungry?

So, what'd you get?

[cellphone vibrating]

[sighing]

[beeping phone on]

Charlotte?

What do you want?

I just wanted to let you know,
Blake,

it's going to take
a lot more than a fender bender

to scare me the hell away.

I deserve that money,

and I want what I'm owed.

You're--

You're useless, Blake.

A pathetic coward,
just like your brother.

All bark, all bull, no bite.

That bitch.

[ignition turning]

[tires squealing,
engine revving]

Charlotte:
Sorry about this, sis.

♪

[lock clicking]

Oh, my God!

You murdering bitch.

Why couldn't you just walk away?
Huh?

You're not getting a dime
from my family's money.

[glass shattering,
Emily shouting]

[panting]

[shouting]

You just couldn't
leave it alone.

You just wanted to see
how far you could push me.

I'm not Charlotte.
I'm not Charlotte!

I'm her twin sister, Emily.

I'm done listening to your lies,

and I'm done believing anything
that your evil mind cooks up!

[gunshot sounding]

[thudding]

Oh, my God, Emily.
Are you all right?

I think so. I don't know.

Emily:
You shot him.

'Cause he attacked you.

Why? Why did he do that?

He was sending me death threats.
He was unhinged.

I never imagined

he would go this far.

[groaning]

Emily:
He's alive. Call 911.

He tried to kill you.

And you'll go to jail.
I can't just let him die.

[Blake gurgling]

[gurgling continues]

I know you're probably
pretty shaken up by all this,

but can you come down to
the station tomorrow,

give us a formal statement?

That'll be fine, detective.

[indistinct transmissions
sounding over police radios]

You knew Blake Forsbeck,
correct?

Along with his brother, Trevor?
You two had a history together.

Yes. Yes, I knew them.

Can you think of any reason why
Mr. Forsbeck

would attack your sister?

Sounds like you're trying to
blame the victim, detective.

Am I being detained?

No. You're free to go.

We'll contact you
if we hear anything new.

We'll match the paint
from Blake Forsbeck's truck

to the scrapes on your car.
See if we get a hit.

But why was he so angry?

He accused me of being
a murderer.

Detective Miller:
Blake had a brother, Trevor.

He died in an accident
a little over six months ago.

Carbon monoxide poisoning
from a faulty fireplace.

He was alone in his bed,
sleeping.

That's awful.

But what does that have to do
with me,

or with Charlotte?

It happened in a house
Trevor secretly purchased

in order to carry on an affair

with your sister.

She claims she wasn't there
that night

and provided an alibi.

She also claims
he left her the house,

as well as
a sizable financial windfall.

The family has been fighting
in court ever since.

I had no idea.

I thought Charlotte was rich.

Appearances can be deceiving.

What about Blake?
Is he going to be okay?

He's in intensive care.

Word is he's going to recover,

and then he's going
straight to trial.

[sighing]

[indistinct transmissions
sounding over police radios]

[ignition turning]

[engine revving]

Were you able to get any sleep
last night?

How are you holding up?

[sighing]
I'm all right, I suppose.

Blake had been tormenting me
for a long time.

So honestly, it's like

a big weight has been lifted.

You probably saved my life,
Charlotte.

I don't know how to thank you.

I'm just glad you won't have
Blake's death

on your conscience.

I heard from Detective Miller.

Oh? What did he say?

Looks like Blake
is going to pull through.

Oh. That is good to hear.

Charlotte,
I'm sorry to bring this up,

but the detective told me
something else.

He told me Blake thinks you had
something to do with

his brother's death.

Blake never approved of me.

He claimed I was after Trevor
for his money.

It's a vicious lie.

But I guess they told you
all that, didn't they?

It was a tragic accident.

Trevor died
of carbon monoxide poisoning.

We shared such a beautiful home,

but he was too cheap
to maintain that old fireplace.

And he died while you were away?

[sighing]
I know how it looks.

But I loved Trevor.

I never set out to ruin
anyone's marriage.

Ever since I was a kid,
I suffered from

abandonment issues.

I gravitate towards
unavailable men.

After his wife kicked him out,

he moved in here with me.

Honestly, if the police
were interested in anyone,

it should be her, not me.

Emily:
Charlotte? Are you okay?

Anyway,

that's all
water under the bridge now.

Not for Linda Carmichael,

or my neighbor Vera.

You left quite an impression
on both of them.

Well, don't listen to
those old bats.

All they have is trashy talk
shows and small-town gossip.

You don't believe them,
right?

- [door chime dinging]
- Charlotte, I'm sorry.

A customer just walked in.
I have to go.

[knocking on door]

Emily:
Hello?

I don't mean to bother you.

It's your neighbor, Emily.

I really need to talk to you.

How do I know you're not her?

I could show you
my driver's license.

She could fake that, I suppose.

Um, I could swear on a Bible.
Would that help?

I don't want anything from you.

I just--

I was just hoping you could
answer some questions

about Charlotte.

Oh, yeah?

What sorts of questions?

Can I come in?

[birds chirping]

I'm Vera, by the way.

I'm sorry about
how I acted before.

I didn't know she had a sister.

Not till last night, anyway.

Well, it's nice to
officially meet you, Vera,

although I wish it was under
better circumstances.

It's very generous of you,
by the way,

volunteering like that.

Well, it gets me out.

So, what can you tell me
about Charlotte?

How do you know her?

Well, I can't say I know her.

She has a great big house
not far from my friend,

Elly Martinez,

and we'd see Trevor Forsbeck
going in.

Now, we knew we was married

to Linda Carmichael,

so it was pretty clear
what was going on.

My sister admitted to having
an affair with him.

Oh, she did a lot worse than
have an affair.

She was there the night he died.

What?

What did you see?

Oh, it's not so much what I saw;
it's what I heard.

They were having
a great big row.

You could hear it
clear across the road.

And then, I see her zip away
in her little toy car.

Next morning,
I find out Trevor is dead.

Oh, my God.
Well, did you tell the police?

Oh, I haven't trusted that crew

since they arrested me
for lewd conduct.

Summer of '73.

Well, do you have any photos
or videos of what you saw?

You have no proof that Charlotte
was there that night?

Not from that night, no.

But I do from last night.

Emily:
This is Charlotte.

Vera:
That's Charlotte, all right.

Emily:
What is she doing?

Vera:
Leading the lamb to slaughter.

She set Blake up.

She used me as bait!

I can't believe this.

We need to show that
to the police.

Oh! The minute you stick
your neck out with those people,

that's when you lose your head.

Well, then, give it to me.
I'll take it in.

- [scoffing]
- Vera,

We can't let Charlotte
get away with this.

I suppose you're right.

But I'm going with you.

Let me get my coat.

[shouting]

Nosy old bat.

[door creaking open]

Hello?

Oh, my God. Um--

[frantically clicking buttons]

[panting]

Dispatch:
911. What's your emergency?

[siren wailing]

[indistinct transmissions
sounding over police radios]

You still think
it was a burglary?

Probably.

Some jewelry missing,
other valuables.

There's been a rash
of home invasions in this area,

mainly targeting the elderly.

Is there anything else
you can tell me?

I was coming home from work.

Everything looked fine.

But then I saw
her door was open.

You said she was angry with you?

I don't think Vera liked me
very much, no.

But now, I think that might have
been my sister's fault.

What makes you say that?

Charlotte seems to have a talent
for getting under people's skin.

Has there been any news
about Blake Forsbeck?

Mr. Forsbeck
has been released on bail.

He's currently
under house arrest,

pending his court date.

Released? Already?

I can assure you
he's in no condition

to cause you any more trouble.

In the meantime, do you have
anywhere else you can stay?

No. I've done enough running,
detective.

I'm staying here.

All right.

I'll be in touch.

Stay safe.

Thank you, detective.

♪

[phone ringing]

[ringing continues]

Charlotte? Hi.

Sorry. I meant to call.

There's just been
a lot happening.

No worries, sis. I just thought
we could make brunch plans.

There's this posh new place
I've been scoping out.

Apparently, they're giving out
free tapas.

Oh, I can't today. I'm sorry.

I've just got too much work
on my plate.

Oh. Are you sure?

Is anything the matter?

No, Charlotte.
Everything's fine.

Of course. Well, I guess I'll
catch you later, then, sis.

Yep. Bye.

[beeping phone off]

You snooping bitch.

[knocking on door]

Charlotte.
You're here to finish the job?

Blake, listen to me.
I am not Charlotte.

I'm her sister, Emily.

Why should I believe you?

Leave me the hell alone.

If I were Charlotte, why would
I even be standing here?

What could I hope to achieve?

Please.

I just need to ask you
a few questions.

I need to know.

Know what?

The truth about Charlotte.

About what happened
between her and your brother.

[moaning]

Ah.

You have two minutes
until these kick in.

Ah. Now, what do
you want to know?

Your brother Trevor.

Did he really die
in an accident?

It was no accident.
He was murdered...

...by your sister.

The police say Trevor died
of carbon monoxide poisoning.

Do you have any proof

Charlotte was involved?

I know what it's like, Blake,

to be betrayed
by someone you trust.

Before I came here,
my ex made my life hell.

The only reason I'm in Mill
County is to get away from him.

I'm not about to let Charlotte
drive me away.

The old lady who does
the meal deliveries, Vera,

she saw Charlotte that night.

But it was just her word
against Charlotte's,

so the cops dropped it.

Charlotte was there
when Trevor died.

But...

...Vera died last night.

Vera is...

...dead?

Well, if you're telling me
the truth...

...you should run.

Get out of this town.
Never look back.

[sighing]

Blake?

Blake?

[sighing]
You got to be kidding me.

[lock rattling]

[glass shattering]

[lock clicking]

[drawers opening and closing]

Cute...

...but definitely not my type.

You need better standards,
sister.

Somebody needs
a fashion intervention.

I guess you'll have to do.

Perfect.

[knocking on window]

Emily?

What the hell
are you doing here?

Hi, Jared.

Aren't you going to
invite me in?

Uh, I'm not supposed to be
within 500 feet of you.

I'm here on my own terms.

I wanted to see you.

Uh, uh--

[bottles clinking]

I guess you weren't expecting
company.

Uh, I've been busy with work.

[bottles clinking]

I, uh--

I've been a mess...

...since you left.

The truth is,

I haven't stopped thinking
about you.

Of course you haven't.

I've been thinking about you,
too.

You put a restraining order
on me.

Can't a girl play hard to get?

I'm sorry.

You know how emotional I can be,

especially when I feel
I've been wronged.

Sure.

That's what I always liked
about you, Jared.

You're a person
with strong passions.

[scoffing]

This doesn't sound like you.

Maybe you
just haven't been listening.

Jared:
You're not...

acting like yourself, either,
Emily.

You seem different.

I know we can't go back to
the way things were.

But...

...maybe we could start
something new.

Be even better than
we were before.

Uh, uh--

I'd like that.

I'd very much like that.

[glasses clinking]

Oh, God, I've missed you.

Have you, um,

seen anyone else

since you left?

You know I haven't.

Other men just couldn't...

...satisfy me like you.

[both grunting]

[Jared panting]

Oh, I love this game.

Mm-hmm?

[belt cracking]

Got one more little surprise
for you.

[chuckling]

Now, be a good boy
and close your eyes.

Okay.
You can open your eyes now.

[screaming]

[screaming continues]

Why the hell would you do that?

Because I wanted to hurt you
as much as you hurt me.

How's it feel, Jared,
to be on the receiving end?

You bitch!

[shouting, thudding]

You disgust me, Jared.

Dating you was charity for me.

You never satisfied me
in the slightest.

You tell the police about this,
you tell anyone about this,

and I'll tell them
you attacked me

when I came to get my things.
I have all the evidence I need.

Ugh. You're taking pictures
of me?

You so much as
come near me again,

these pictures will be
all over social media.

This will be your résumé

for the rest of
your miserable life.

[shouting, groaning]

I take it back, Jared.

I don't think any man
could satisfy me

as much as you're satisfying me
right now.

Emily! [groaning]

Emily!

You're going to regret this.

[groaning]

[shouting]

[panting]

Bitch!

[door chime dinging]

Jared:
Hello, Emily.

Jared?

What are you doing here?

You're not supposed to be here.
The restraining order.

Restraining order?

Where was your restraint, Emily?

You're not so tough now
without your pepper spray.

Pepper spray?

I don't know what the hell
you're talking about.

I was done.

I'd moved on.

You come back into my life
just to torment me?

Are you happy now?

Is this what you wanted?

Jared, I don't know
what you're talking about,

but that wasn't me.

What do you mean
that wasn't you?

Who the hell could it have been?

Something has happened.
Something unbelievable.

I have a twin sister.
Her name is Charlotte.

The person that you were with,
it was her.

[laughing]

You think I'm stupid enough
to believe that?

Jared, Charlotte is just using
both of us.

She's using you
to try to get rid of me.

- Fine!
- [whimpering]

You get back inside your box

or I'll knock
your goddamn teeth out.

Get inside!

Emily?

Emily!

Stop playing games, Emily.

You were using me all along.

I was just a plaything to you.

[whimpering]

I never meant
to hurt you.

I just wanted to love you.

You turned that all around
on me.

Jared...

...please.

If you ever felt anything
for me,

I just need you to believe me.
Just stop, okay?

That was all fantasy.

This is reality.

[brakes squealing, thudding]

[Jared shouting,
Emily screaming]

Jared?

Call 911!

Oh, my God.

[indistinct transmissions
sounding over police radios]

He didn't make it.

[sobbing] God.

This was all Charlotte's fault.

This is Charlotte.

Charlotte: Am I being
charged with something?

Detective Miller: Your sister
thinks the attack against her

last night was provoked.

She seems to think that you
would know something about that.

Me? Provoked how?

Did you see Mr. Renzer
last night?

I could get a lawyer.

That would be your right.

And we could continue
this conversation

down at the station,

after I retrieve traffic footage
from every camera on this block.

[sighing]

I did visit Jared,

but not to provoke him.
I went to plead with him.

Plead with him about what?

I begged him
to leave my sister alone,

to end the harassment.

And now you're telling me that
she's defending him?

I can't imagine the mind games
he must have played with her,

the sheer mental abuse
she's suffered.

I was unaware that was ongoing.

Well, it was,

and she confided in me.

So, if you intend to arrest me

for being
an over-protective sister,

by all means,

throw on the cuffs.

Emily:
She's lying to you.

She's not trying to help me.

Detective Miller:
Even if it's true

and she manipulated him
into attacking you,

I don't know how we're going to
prove it in court.

Ultimately,
Jared acted by himself.

So, she's just going to get away
with it?

Did you ask her about Vera?

She denied ever meeting
Vera Beale.

And you believed her?

It's not about what I believe.
It's about what I can prove.

Now, we're certainly going to
continue looking into her.

Then I got to find that proof.

If you want my advice,
Miss North,

I would cut all ties
with your sister

and allow this investigation
to play out on its own.

I don't know whether to
punch you in the face

or to offer my condolences.

Which one are you,

or does it even matter anymore?

Emily. I'm Emily.

Linda, we need to talk.

What can I do for you?

You heard what happened to Vera?

She was a good woman.

She deserved better.

What do you want?

I think Charlotte
had something to do with it.

I think she's trying
to cover her tracks.

You think Charlotte--

No. I don't want to know, okay?

I've already been through hell
with that lady, so--

Linda, Charlotte is going to
get away with murder again

unless we do something about it.

Please.

Is there anything you haven't
told me about Trevor?

Something that Charlotte
might have missed?

[sighing]

Blake...

...he said that Trevor

was starting to worry
about Charlotte.

He thought she was trying
to blackmail him.

So, he set up a hidden camera
in the bedroom

of that house that he bought.

He was always the paranoid type,
though, so--

You never mentioned this camera
to the police?

Well, I mean, if it was your
husband, filming his affair,

would you have?

Who knows if it's even true?

I need to get inside.

Listen to me.

If what you're telling me
is true,

then you need to
watch your back.

Because if Charlotte thinks that
you're in her way,

your life means nothing
to her now.

She'll roll over you
like a boulder down a hill.

Emily: Charlotte, we need to
talk about Jared.

Can you meet me at my house
in 30 minutes?

We'll see you soon.

[ignition turning]

[glass shattering]

[panting]

[Trevor grunting]

[shouting]

[shouting stops]

Got you now, sis.

Hey, sis.

What you got there?

I guess I could come up with
some big lie

to explain what I'm doing here.

But then again, I'm not you.

[scoffing]

Are you dressing
like me, too, now?

What can I say?

This whole
"helpless sweetheart" act

seems to be working out
so well for you.

Thought I'd give it a shake.

Is that you tricked Jared
into coming after me?

Don't blame me
for your awful taste in men.

It's hereditary.

Charlotte, no one is going to
believe you.

Not any more.

You're right, sister.

No one will believe me.

Not if you're out there
spewing your lies.

[safety catch clicking]

I didn't want things to end up
this way,

but you've put me
in such a position...

...you've given me no choice.

You attacked me in my own home.

I had to defend myself.

[phone ringing]

- [ringing continues]
- It's for you.

[gasping, glass shattering]

[banging on door]

[lock clicking]

You can't run
from your own shadow, Emily.

You're just making this harder
on yourself.

Charlotte:
Sister--

Well, you definitely have
better cardio than me.

Would you say it's diet
or genes?

Or is it both?

You don't have to do this,
Charlotte.

We can figure this out
together.

And to think,

six months ago I thought
I had it all figured out.

And then Blake had to go
and muck it up.

Now look at me,

traipsing through the mud
like a crazy person.

[exhaling sharply]

I'll probably be running for the
rest of my life after tonight.

After you're gone.

Unless, of course,
it's Charlotte who disappears.

Let me just take one last look

at how your cheekbones
drink up the moonlight.

[whimpering]

You really are a beauty.

It's a shame to see you go.

[shouting]

[grunting]

[shouting]

[shouting]

[shouting]

[grunting, panting]

[shouting]

[panting]

It was you or me...

...sister.

Okay.

[phone ringing]

[ringing continues]

David? Oh, my God.
I'm so glad you called.

You won't believe
what's happened.

What a--

Can you--

Can you please meet me
at my house?

I just can't stand to be alone
right now.

Thank you, David.

I don't know what I'd do
without you.

See you soon.

[beeping phone off]

[exhaling sharply]

Emily, you okay?
What happened?

It was Charlotte.
It was Charlotte.

She followed me.
She tried to kill me.

Where is she now?

I don't know. I fought her off.

The police are looking for her.
She's still out there.

She was drinking.
She was acting crazy.

I was so scared.

[feigning a sob]

We should get you checked out
at the hospital.

No.

I'm fine. I just--

Oh, I just want to take
a long shower and go to bed.

Will you stay with me?

Just for a little while?

Yeah. Of course.
Anything you need.

You brought your daughter?

Yeah. I hope you don't mind.
It's too late to find a sitter.

Of course I don't mind.

You know I love kids.

David:
Oh, hi, sweetie.

Oh.

There you go.

[car door closing]

[knocking on door]

How you doing?

Good. Come in.

[door hinge squeaking]

I hope you don't mind.
I put Adalae in the guest room.

I've got a blanket
for the couch.

Figured I'd keep a watch
downstairs.

Actually, I was hoping
you could stay with me.

I don't want to be alone.

All my life,
I dreamed of having a sister.

Real family.

And for a moment, I did.

[feigning a sob]

Hey.

Uh, I'm sorry, Emily.

I feel like I'm taking advantage
of you.

Maybe we should
slow things down.

You're not taking advantage
of me.

How about I whip us up a couple
of cups of hot chocolate, huh?

With a sprig of mint?

I'm not a big mint fan.

Uh, I thought it was
your happy-place drink.

Favorites change.

Speaking of favorites--

Charlotte?

[thudding]

[moaning]

Emily, what time is it?

Don't worry about it,
sweetheart.

We're going on
a little adventure.

But I need my coat.

Not tonight.

[panting]

[engine revving]

David? Adalae?

David!

David, are you okay?

[groaning]

Emily?

Yeah. It's me. It's really me.

Ugh.

I'm so sorry this happened.

Emily,

where's Adalae?

[groaning]

She's not here.

Charlotte,
she must've taken her.

What does she want with her?

At this point, Charlotte just
wants to get away from here.

But in order to do that,
she's going to need money.

I think
I know where she's headed.

Ow!

Okay. Just stay here, okay?

I will call 911.

I'll get her back. I promise.

[sirens wailing]

All right, sweetie pie.

I'm just going to be
five minutes,

and then we'll get
that ice cream I promised, okay?

- Okay.
- Okay. Sit tight.

[door chimes dinging]

Oh.

[coins jingling]

[door chimes dinging]

Emily?

Is that you?

You know, I'm not all that
surprised you're still alive.

That fighting spirit...

...I guess it's in our blood.

Where's Adalae?

What did you do with her?

She's fine.

What do you think I am,
some kind of monster?

She and I are going to be
sticking together

for a little while.

You know, like sisters.

She'll be my little
insurance policy.

- [door hinge squeaking]
- Adalae?

Let her go, Charlotte.

Take me instead.

You? What are you worth?

You're just
an inferior version of me.

Have to admit,

it was nice having a taste
of the good life.

How many of us
ever get to do that?

Sleep a while
in someone else's sheets.

But between you and me,

now that I've had it
both ways,

it's a lot more fun being bad.

[grunting]

[shouting]

Sister...

...you impress me.

[shouting, grunting]

[Charlotte cackling]

[shouting, grunting]

You hit me.

Your own sister.

We're family!

[screaming]

[thudding]

I don't even know who you are.

[panting]

[banging, gasping]

Oh, my God. Hi. Hey, honey.

Are you okay?

You all right?

I got you. I got you, honey.

[sighing]

Okay. Let's call your dad, huh?

I think it looks perfect,

like it was always made for
that spot.

Oh.

It's just missing one thing.

No, but it's your chair.

Yeah, but I have a hunch
you'll look better in it.

Ooh.

Smooth motion. Well balanced.

Mm-hmm.

Precision handling.

[laughing]

Hot chocolate is ready.

David: Has she been talking
your ear off?

She's been educating me
on all things Jane Austen.

To new beginnings.

To the family we choose to have.

- [mugs clinking]
- Cheers.

Mmm.

David:
Mmm. Not bad.

Lenah:
That's perfect.

Do you want more?

- Please!
- Yeah?

♪