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[panting]

[man shouting:] Lisa!

[heavy breathing]

[glass shattering]

Can't even imagine what we're going to find out now.

I'm just glad it's over.

[traffic]

♪[mysterious music]

[running]

Late again, Ms. Jones?

It's becoming quite a trend with you.

Yeah, I'm sorry.

He got up on the wrong side of the bed today.

Shhh!

Okay, guys, let's chat about the assignment.

Who wants to talk about the five profiles and their relevance to the central ethical dilemma.

There were five?

Patrick!

You seem to want to start the discussion.

How about the five profiles and their relevance to the ethical dilemma?

Uhhh...I umm...

well, the first one was...

...was, uhh...

The first profile was James M. A white male, age forty.

Divorced with two kids aged six and twelve.

Thank you Mr. Oliver.

Okay guys. James M: Who can tell me the issues

faced by his health care providers,

in relation to the ethical dilemma?

Ms. Jones. You obviously had some extra time to prepare this morning, what can you add to the conversation?

The patient had a long family history of sociopathic behavior.

Ah, yes. Pop culture's favorite villain, the sociopath.

Okay, they are by nature, disturbed people.

Many walk among us leading what appear to be normal lives.

Although the effects of their behavior can certainly be malicious, the-

Ms. Jones. Plagiarism is a serious ethical offence.

I can't have you sharing your assignments with other students. This is an ethics class.

Lisa, your assignment?

Sorry, Dr. Harris. I didn't have a chance to finish it.

So not only are you late, but you're unprepared as well.

I need you to get your head back in your studies, Ms. Jones. Or you're not going to pass this course.

Okay.

He always singles you out. Patrick didn't do his assignment, either.

No, you guys. I slack off in his class. He's just trying to make me work harder.

[school bell rings]

Alright, ladies and gentleman. Let's call it a day.

Continue with your reading, next two chapters, please.

And hand in your assignments on your way out.

[rustling paper]

Ms. Jones!

My office, please.

Okay.

[door squeaks]

Dr. Harris?

You said you wanted to see me?

Yes, Lisa.

Hi.

Hi.

♪[dramatic music]

I missed you last night.

Am I going to see you tonight?

Yeah. There's a faculty thing until six, but after, definitely.

[sigh]

Alright. Well I guess I'll use that time to do your assignment.

[kissing]

Tiffany is starting to notice that you're singling me out.

If she only knew.

Yeah.

Okay, I'll stop keeping you after class.

Okay.

[moans]

Thanks, Dr. Harris.

So?

So what?

What happened?

Nothing!

It's kind of weird how he always wants to talk to you in private.

It's not that weird.

It's so not appropriate.

I think he's just trying to make me better. I've been slacking off in his class...

Patrick, you psycho.

Stop grabbing my ass!

Oh, come on, Tiff. You love the attention.

Hey, Harris gives out way too much homework.

Not if you understand it.

Owe.

No teacher should ever single a student out like that.

I don't know, I do kind of slack off in his class.

And he's a really good guy.

Well, you're coming to beer bash tonight, right?

No. I am not.

Why?

'Cause, I have to start studying.

Study before beer.

Mmh, no. Not anymore.

Come on! This is not the Lisa we know and love.

Well, I guess it's time to grow up.

I'm going to start now.

Later.

Professor Harris must really be getting to her.

He gets to everyone.

Well then, it's time someone got to him.

Hmm, I know this look, you saucy little minx.

It's really hot.

Yeah?

Yeah.

Who you think Harris dates?

I don't know you're asking me this why?

Just what do you think?

I don't know probably another prof.

Chicks are at least 20 years his senior.

Maybe he's gay.

No. He hasn't asked me out yet.

You?

What, have you seen me naked?

Not that you know of..

You know, I'm going to find out.

And how do you plan on doing this, exactly?

Ever read Sherlock Holmes?

Okay, I know where this is going, and I am not helping.

Not even to help our Lisa?

[sigh]

Okay. Yeah. Okay.

Oh wait, hold that, hold it!

This is so going on Instagram.

You do that and I'll tag it. 'First kiss from a real girl, question mark?'

[laughs]

Come on.

You going to be my Watson tonight?

Yeah.

[crickets chirping]

No, I know, I'll stop by next weekend, Mom...

Yeah, I know, it's been a long time. But I had a paper due, and so -

Okay, I love you too. Bye.

[phone beeps]

Do you have to do that when I'm on the phone with my mom?

I'm sorry! When I see you I want to touch you.

[door unlatches]

[gravel crunches under foot]

I can't wait until we can just walk hand in hand together.

I know. Me too.

♪[suspenseful music]♪

But, I mean we do need to be smart.

I'll be the perfect gentleman.

Hmm, I think that'll be a stretch for you.

[laughing]

You're such a jerk!

[Lisa laughs]

You know, it's getting late. We should get you back to campus. And -

Just, let me drive you.

[footsteps]

[Lisa:] No, if somebody saw us it wouldn't be good.

[Lisa:] I'll just call a cab.

[Michael:] Fine.

But I'll box this stuff up for you.

[indecipherable teasing]

Who is it?

I can't see anything.

A late night tryst with a student? How ethical, Professor Harris.

[cell phone camera shutter]

Looks like the professor had a late night.

Yeah, he sure is a busy little professor, isn't he?

What are you guys talking about?

Oh, nothing.

You'll see.

Good morning, students. Could I have your attention, please.

Professor Harris's class is cancelled for today.

[students cheering]

I hope the Professor didn't get caught doing anything unethical.

[Patrick laughs]

Lisa Jones? Could I see you in my office for a few minutes, please?

[knocking]

Be seated, Professor.

Now I need the two of you to be completely honest with me.

[paper rustling]

Care to explain?

Dr. Harris...he was giving me career advice.

He's only a mentor.

I know...this is me. I...was being a little too friendly, and...

This was all on me.

It was one mistake.

Professor Harris. It would be difficult to teach ethics when you have so blatantly breached the school policy, wouldn't

you say?

I've spoken to the board, and nothing will leave this room,

as long as you voluntarily tender your resignation.

Lisa, you can remain in school until graduation.

But he didn't do anything wrong! You can't just fire him!

Lisa. It's over. This is the only way.

In that case the school will provide you with a strong reference and full severance.

Thank you, Dean.

I quit, too.

Lisa!

I don't want to stay at this school!

Lisa, if you choose to quit you will not be refunded for the balance of the semester. You're two

semesters shy of your degree.

I don't care.

Lisa.

I don't!

Don't throw it all away.

Do the smart thing! Be reasonable.

Where he goes I go.

You have to graduate.

I will, but I don't have to do it here.

Well, is it settled, then?

Yes.

Yes.

Sir, who took the photos?

It was Tiffany.

[Michael:] Of course it was Tiffany.

[door unlatching]

Michael, I am so sorry!

Lisa, it's going to be okay.

We're going to be fine.

We?

Yeah. We.

Why don't we start our life together, now?

Like, together together?

Together, together.

Okay.

Yeah?

Mmh hmm.

Come on, let's go.

[door latching]

[truck doors closing]

[engine starting and truck driving away]

She bailed without even saying goodbye.

She must have really liked him to just drop out of school like this.

You happy now?

Why did she lie to us?

I don't know, Tiff, maybe she was just too freaked out to tell anybody.

Anyways, guess it's just you and me now.

[birds calling]

Lisa, how can you do this to me?

Do this to you? Mom, we're in love!

You're too young to even understand love!

No I'm not! I love him.

And what do I tell everyone, hmm?

My daughter, who was going to be a doctor, is shacked up with her professor!

Why can't you understand this?

Oh, I understand alright.

When you're finished having your mid-life crisis, I'll be waiting to

pick up the pieces of my daughter.

Mom, stop. Why are you doing this? You don't want to leave it this way.

Just know you can always come back. But not him. He will never be welcome

Mom!

I know you'll be back. It's not going to last.

Wait, Mom!

Wait, Mom!

It's going to be okay.

I hope so.

♪[soaring music]

How do you feel about today being the day you become Mrs. Harris?

I'm okay with that.

I'm okay with that.

I'm okay with that.

I'm okay with that.

I'm okay with that.

I'm okay with that.

I'm okay with that.

I'm okay with that.

I'm okay with that.

I'm okay with that.

I'm okay with that.

[door shuts]

Your eyes are closed, right?

Yes.

[door shuts]

Alright, follow me.

Is this completely necessary?

Absolutely necessary.

You must trust me.

Watch your step. There you go.

Watch your step.

I feel cobblestones.

There are cobblestones. You bet there are.

This is a long walk.

I know, I know. You'll have to do it every day, too.

Are you ready?

Open your eyes.

Oh my gosh!

♪[driving music].

It's perfect.

It's a little smaller than my old place.

Yeah, but it's ours.

That's the best part.

It's ours if we pay the rent.

[laughs]

Do you love it?

Yes, I love it.

And I love you.

I love you, too.

Want to go inside?

Mmh hmm.

♪[music intensifies]

Olympia, huh?

Population 48,000 and a College willing to hire me.

Stop it.

You're a great professor, that's why they hired you.

I got lucky they hired me mid-semester.

Yeah. I wonder what naughty thing the guy before you did?

Ewe. Can you imagine?

Yeah, I think I can.

Well, while you are passing along your vast knowledge, I'm going to get this place all set up.

I'm glad you thought about that. I think you need time to relax and set up our home.

Yeah! I'll just start school next semester.

It's going to be perfect.

I'm going to get these boxes upstairs.

And when I'm done, I'm going to spoil my wife.

Well what do you have in mind?

You'll see!

[footsteps]

[water pouring]

How's it going, New Neighbor?

My name is Beverly.

Hi! I'm Lisa.

It's so nice to meet you.

Yeah, I was wondering who was going to move in.

Oh, really?

The people who lived here before were horrible. They just partied all night and trashed the property.

Oh no, I'm so sorry!

That's okay, where are you from?

We're from Seattle. My husband just started working at the university.

Oh, that must be the new ethics professor. I have heard very good things.

That's my Michael.

My husband Simon teaches auto mechanics.

He's genius with tools.

That's even better.

Hey, are you going to come to the faculty barbecue on Sunday? I'm hosting.

I don't think we knew about it.

Oh well, you've got to come! Everyone will be there.

Good and bad.

Okay, so it's this Sunday.

Yes, at five. And it goes until I literally pass out.

That sounds like a really good party. We're going to have to come.

Oh great!

Well, I'll let you get back to it. But, I'll be expecting you two.

Okay.

Bye.

[gasps]

Oh, you scared me!

Who was that?

Uh, that's Beverly. That's our new neighbor.

Oh, she told me about a faculty barbecue on Sunday.

A faculty barbecue?

Yeah.

That sounds miserable.

Her husband teaches auto mechanics. I think we should go.

Why?

So that we can make friends.

I have a lecture on Sunday. I won't be done until sevenish.

Okay. Well, you can meet me after.

Okay.

Yay! Okay. Thank you.

You're going to have fun.

Do you know how much I love you?

I'll have to show you.

Mmh hmm.

Babe, the toast is burnt.

Sorry.

Hey.

Are you okay?

Yeah, it's just a new school, new faculty, new students.

I just, I always get agitated.

Really?

Gosh. You just always seemed so relaxed in class.

I guess I've just been the new instructor so many times, I hide it well. But I always have butterflies.

I've got to go.

Baby, wait, don't you want to eat something?

I'll get something there.

Okay.

Hang on.

You're going to be great.

Thank you.

I'll call you later.

I'll be here.

[footsteps]

♪[mysterious music]

Hi!

I'm so glad you came.

Beverly, this looks great.

Thank you for inviting us.

Well, it's my pleasure.

Where's your other half?

Oh, he's coming later.

Okay, well I'll introduce you to some people in e meantime.

Okay.

This is Sandra.

Hi.

Wendy?

Oh, no. I'm Lisa. Lisa Harris.

Michaels wife.

Oh. I'm sorry. It's just, you look so much like Wendy.

Oh. Well, my husband just started at the university-

Yes, I know Michael. Quite a catch.

[laughing]

Oh. Thank you.

It was just tragic, what happened in Portland.

Oh, I'm sorry, I don't know what happened in Portland.

Oh. I thought you would have known.

I'm sorry. I don't want to create any problems.

♪[brooding music]

Umm, wait. Hang on!

Wait, wait, wait! What happened in Portland?

Who's Wendy?

Look. I don't want to bring back bad memories, okay? Talk to your husband.

[vehicle approaching]

[door clicks open]

[truck door slams shut]

Hey!

Hi.

What took you so long?

I'm sorry, Baby. The lecture ran long.

There's someone here that knows you. They thought I was someone called 'Wendy'.

Who?

Uhh, Sandra? I guess you worked with her in Portland.

I didn't even know you worked in Portland.

I've worked in a lot of places, Babe.

Well. She's right over there.

Umm, it's been a really long day. Maybe we should just go home.

No! You just got here. What are you talking about?

Who's Wendy? Why can't-

Dr. Harris!

It's so nice to finally meet you.

I, uh, I just simply adore your wife and I'm really looking forward to getting to know you guys.

Oh, this is Beverly. She lives in the guest house.

Hey Beverly.

Umm, will you give us a minute? I just, I need a sec to talk to my wife.

Oh, sure.

Owe, Michael! What...what happened in Portland?

This isn't the time or the place for this conversation?

Really? Because your friend just called me Wendy.

I don't know what I'm supposed to do with that information.

It's just a really tough subject for me, okay?

What subject? I don't understand! Who is Wendy?

Why can't you tell me who Wendy is?

We're going home now!

Owe! You're hurting me!

[Beverly:] Hey you lovebirds!

The food's almost ready.

Beverly. It's been a long first day for me, and, uh, I think my wife's coming down with something.

I think we're going to go home.

Yeah, I don't feel well, so I think we're going to call it a night.

Okay, well, take care. And I'm sure it's just all the adjusting to big changes.

Yeah. I'll see you at home?

Mmh hmm.

Oh, you know. Fights happen.

Love makes you do crazy things.

Yeah. We're fine.

Well, I'll check on you in the morning.

Okay, I'll see you.

♪[intense music]

♪[music calms]

What was that?

What did Sandra tell you?

She didn't tell me anything. She just told me I need to talk to my husband.

That's all!

Lisa, I'm sorry.

I didn't want to hurt you.

I was going to tell you when the time was right.

I would never jeopardize what we have.

Then just tell me the truth.

The truth?

Lisa, the truth is that in Portland, Wendy was my fiancé.

We were going to get married. But the day before the wedding, she killed herself.

The pain was...too much, and I had to leave town and that part of my life behind me.

That's horrible.

You were engaged before?

How is this the first time that I'm hearing any of this?

She was one of my students.

It was different. It wasn't like you and I.

We dated after she graduated.

I never thought I'd be so lucky to fall in love again.

You...you are my...

true love.

I'm so sorry that happened.

But...

Am I just...

Am I just a substitute for Wendy?

[crying]

No.

No.

Don't read into what's not there.

I knew her being a student would be hard, that's why I held back.

I love you.

I love you, too.

But do you know how hard it is to be at a party, and a guest there that knows this about you, and I don't!

I know.

I'm sorry.

I know.

[sniff]

In my heart, I always knew that you loved me. And I loved you.

And...and we trusted each other!

And now, I don't even know anymore!

Hey, Lisa. I know. It's tough.

Having left it...everything behind.

Your studies, your friends, your mom.

But, that was the past.

Let's concentrate on the future.

[sniff]

No more secrets.

Promise me, no more secrets.

I promise.

No more.

I promise.

[sniff]

Every day that I wake up beside you...

I thank the universe for bringing you into my life.

You're not a substitute for anybody.

You're my one true love.

My little Lisa.

[sheets rustling]

[birds chirping]

[drawer slides open]

[drawer squeaks closed]

♪[mysterious music]

[lock rattles]

Let's put last night behind us and enjoy some breakfast.

[footsteps]

Oh, don't worry, Babe. I already took out the garbage.

[footsteps]

Lisa, I should have told you about Wendy. I know.

I love you. I held back.

I didn't want to hurt you.

I know.

No more surprises.

Michael, what's in the trunk?

The trunk?

Yeah.

The one in the closet?

Those are actually keepsakes. From when I was dating Wendy.

Well, can I see any of them?

Yeah. Yeah.

In time.

Yeah, I get it.

I got you a gift.

Really?

Yeah.

Dr. Harris, what's the occasion for this?

I can't buy my beautiful new wife a gift every once in awhile?

Yes!

Can I open it?

Please.

[tissue paper rustling]

Oh my gosh!

It's so beautiful!

I don't know where I'm going to wear it, but...

You didn't have to do this.

I'm going to spoil you every day.

I hope you wear it all the time.

It's going to look great on you.

Bye.

[cars honking]

I've got bad news.

Hey, what's wrong?

Come out with it.

I've got something on Dr. Michael Harris.

Okay. Not this again!

Tiff, I told you before to leave it alone.

Lisa will come around.

It's serious.

It's time we called our best friend and tell her who her husband really is.

♪[suspenseful music]

Morning!

How are you feeling?

Much better, thank you.

Good.

I know it's not really any of my business but this fell out of the trash after the garbage men came this morning.

Oh.

I didn't think you wanted his medication lying all over the lawn.

People gossip a lot around here.

Right, no. Thank you.

How are you guys doing? I'm sorry you had to leave early last night.

[sigh]

We're fine.

It was just a misunderstanding.

We haven't been married for very long and I'm discovering some things about my husband I didn't know.

All men have secrets.

Trust me, I could tell you a few stories.

Well, I'm starting to learn some of Michael's.

Well Michael's older than you so he's bound to have more history.

Just give him some space.

Yeah.

And if you love each other, you can get through anything.

I'm speaking from experience.

No, you're right. I guess that's the perspective I need to have.

Thank you for that.

My door is always open.

I really appreciate it.

Bye.

phone ringing]

[beep]

Hello?

You left so suddenly I wanted to let you know.

I'm sorry.

Really. Really sorry.

You're sorry?

Tiffany, Michael lost his job. We had to leave because of you.

I know. But you lied to me, too.

Okay, whatever. Are you serious right now?

Lisa, there's some things about Michael that you don't know that you really need to know.

Oh my god, Tiffany. Have you not done enough?

As your best friend I need to warn you.

He's been married before.

Yeah, I know. I know about Wendy,

because we talk.

Okay? You know, I have to go.

[glass clinks]

[door latches

Wow.

The dress looks amazing, Babe.

Thanks.

It's adorable.

Look, I'm sorry I was late.

Office hours were long, and with the new job and...

Just trying to be devoted.

Yeah but you could've called.

I know.

Sorry.

I saw that you planted some flowers.

Yeah, I did.

Dinner looks amazing.

What?

Th isn't about me being late.

No.

Come on.

Out with it.

Tiffany called me today.

I thought you weren't talking to her anymore

Well I wasn't.

You know, if people catch wind of our past up here, Babe, it could ruin everything.

We need to leave that part of our lives behind us.

It's in the past!

Okay?

I don't want you talking to her anymore.

Are you kidding me? You can't tell me who I can and can't talk to.

I said I don't want you talking to her!

Alright?

Ever!

This is ridiculous. I don't know what you think that Tiffany could possibly do to us-!

[cracking]

[smash]

Well she can still find us.

She's not your friend.

She never was.

Michael.

Seriously?

You are never here!

You are never here. I am always alone!

I miss my friends! I miss school! I miss work!

I need to do something!

Is our new home not good enough for you?

It's not about that!

I need to interact with people! How do you not understand this?

God.

Okay.

Okay.

Okay, Baby.

Why don't you go into town,

tomorrow?

Meet some people.

Why don't you get yourself a little part time job?

Are you okay with that?

Yeah.

I want you home by the time I get home, on time.

I can do that.

Okay.

So, I've covered being late and I've covered getting you out of the house.

I'm sorry about your phone.

What else is on your mind?

Nothing, I just want you home.

More.

Okay.

I can do that.

Let's eat.

Okay.

♪[suspenseful music]♪

[gasp]

[muted struggle]

Hey.

Hi.

I feel really out of it.

Yeah.

I think we had a bit too much to drink last night.

Baby you look so good when you wear your hair up.

Maybe you could do that more often?

Since when don't you like how I wear my hair?

I didn't say that.

Okay.

I'm just saying that you're not a student anymore, you're my wife.

Maybe you could put a little more effort in.

Okay we talked about this. I'm going back to school next semester.

Lisa. One day at a time.

We've made a lot of changes in the last few months.

[traffic]

[footsteps]

Be with you in a sec!

Okay.

What can I get for you?

How about a coffee, and a job?

We can use an extra set of hands.

Oh my god, that's so great. Okay, I'm a really good worker.

Then let's get started.

There's an apron in the back.

Oh! Today! Okay.

I'm Angela.

Lisa.

♪[contemplative music]♪

[Detective James:] It's a beautiful place, how long have you been here?

[Michael:] Uh, just a couple weeks.

[footsteps]

Hi.

Hi, Mrs. Harris. I'm Detective James with the Seattle Police Department.

What's going on?

It's Tiffany.

What?

She's missing.

What do you mean she's missing?

Nobody's had any contact with Tiffany for the last 3 days.

No, I just talked to her, that doesn't make any sense.

And you were friends? I understand you lived next door to her, or-

Yeah, we were roommates first year, that's how we met.

And you just spoke to her, when was that?

I don't know, a few days ago?

What did you talk about?

We just...we just caught up.

She seemed okay? Anything out of the ordinary?

No.

And Dr. Harris, she was a student of yours, is that correct?

Yes, she was in my ethics class. Good student, I just didn't know her very well.

It's a nice college, how come you left?

Lisa and I are newlyweds, we wanted to kind of start a new life together.

Hey, have you spoken to Patrick Oliver?

Well, we'll be speaking with all of her friends.

He was basically in love with Tiffany, and before that he was in love with Lisa.

[scoffs]

What?

That's not true.

Did you find Patrick's behavior unusual, or-?

No.

No, he...yeah he followed Tiffany,

and he had a little crush on me, but he was our friend.

He would never hurt anybody.

It makes sense. He basically stalked them.

He came to me and begged me to let him in my class,

probably because they were already in it.

Those are very strong accusations, Dr. Harris.

Did you find Patrick's behavior untoward?

He was our friend, he would never hurt anybody!

I understand these are hard questions to answer, but I have to.

I'm just trying to ascertain anything that might help me find your friend.

Okay but you don't know Patrick like I do.

Baby, she's just trying to get to the bottom of this.

I understand that but Tiffany missing has nothing to do with Patrick,

and that just seems like a waste of time!

I can see you're upset.

If you think of anything, no matter how trivial or seemingly inconsequential, please give me a call and let

me know.

And if she contacts you, please reach out.

Thank you for your time.

My god.

This is crazy.

Lisa, I'm sure Tiffany's fine.

No. I just know it.

I feel it.

She wouldn't just disappear.

I think we need to go back, we need to help with the search.

Lisa, we can't go back to that campus.

And you can't go by yourself, it will raise too many questions.

The detective will figure it out.

Why was she here?

I mean, do you think she knows that Tiffany's the one who got us kicked out?

She either knows or she's going to find out.

She was just asking questions, Babe, it's part of her job.

I'm not so sure.

I need to call Patrick.

Babe!

You can't call Patrick, what if he's involved?

He's not involved!

Why do you keep saying that?!

And why did you tell her that he used to stalk Tiffany and I?

That's not even true!

Patrick and Tiffany got us expelled! And how many times have you told me stories of Patrick flirting with you?

It's not normal.

That has nothing to do with this! He wouldn't hurt her. We have to go back!

No!

Babe, I need to keep you safe.

This is our new home.

Together.

Don't let them come between us.

Fine.

[cutlery clinking]

[footsteps]

Are you okay?

Yeah.

Can I ask you a question?

Do you think it's really weird if you husband dated someone who looked exactly like you?

No.

My husband had a thing for redheads. He wasn't so lucky.

Yeah.

Look, it's slow here. Take the rest of the day off.

No, no, no. I'm good.

I appreciate that, though. But working is the best therapy for me right now.

Okay.

Don't overthink it.

[tires rolling over gravel]

[footsteps]

♪[mysterious music]♪

[knock]

Mrs. Harris?

Hi.

Hi, I have a few more questions. Do you mind if I come in?

Sure. I'm getting ready to leave for work, though.

Won't take long, I promise.

Okay. My husband and I told you everything we knew.

Uh huh. Just a couple things I wanted to clear up.

Have you spoken to your friend Patrick lately?

We haven't talked since I left.

This whole Patrick thing is ridiculous, you don't know, he loved her.

Well, statistically people hurt the ones they love the most.

No one mentioned the other day that you, Patrick and Tiffany were all students of your husband's.

[Lisa:] Okay, I don't know what that has to do with anything.

Well, you two...got together. While he was your teacher, right?

Over some late night tutorial sessions?

Well, I wouldn't say it was exactly like that.

He was a very popular professor, a lot of girls had crusheon him.

Must have made you feel very special.

Sure. I don't really think that's any of your business.

You know you weren't the only one, right?

That he had dated other students at other colleges?

I know about Wendy, yes.

Tragic, wasn't it?

Yes it was.

Hey, has he ever shoou a picture of her?

No.

Kind of like looking in a mirror, isn't it?

Well you know, they say everyone has a type.

Well, what type is that, the dead ex-wife type?

I don't know what you're insinuating, Detective.

I'm not insinuating anything, I'm just remarking on the fact that your husband likes to date his students and

then...marry them...

And then one of those students died in a very suspicious manner.

You know, and now someone very close to you has gone missing.

I'm doing my job.

I really need to get to work.

People close to your husband have a way of getting hurt, Mrs. Harris.

If I were you I woulwatch my back.

[birds chirping]

♪[dark, driving music]♪

[glasses clink]

♪[music fades]

I'm sorry.

I know I'm late.

That detective came to see me today.

What did she want?

She wanted to ask about you and I.

It's probably just part of the investigation, Babe.

Michael, she showed me a picture of Wendy.

[shouting] That bitch!

I'm calling her right now.

I'm telling her to stop harassing you and then I'm calling my lawyer.

[phone beeps]

Detective James, this is Dr. Michael Harris. I want you to stop harassing my wife. And if you have any other questions

you can call my lawyer.

[phone snaps shut]

That should end that.

Michael, calm down.

We don't need a lawyer. Why are you reacting like this?

Why can't they just leave us alone?!

Let us live our lives!

Lisa, I'm sorry, Babe.

I'm sorry.

I love you.

I'm just trying to protect you.

I know.

I love you too.

We belong together.

Forever.

Has he ever done anything like this before?

Well, there's been a lot of new things, lately.

He said she killed herself the day before the wedding.

And you don't think that's true?

I just don't know.

That's her.

Oh my god, she looks a lot like you!

Yup. You're not the first one to say that.

Yeah but men also have a type.

Yeah.

Can you give me a ride?

Sure. Where?

Portland.

[car doors click shut]

♪[driving music]

[engine rumbles]

[footsteps]

[door opening]

[door closing]

[traffic]

[indecipherable chatter, typing]

We found some of her belongings at the bottom of the lake.

Her purse, her ID, and then there was a suicide note left at the house.

Addressed to her husband.

Friends and family said she wasn't happy.

Hadn't been for a long time.

[paper crinkles]

Are you a relative?

Yeah, I guess you could say we're indirectly related.

I wish there was more information I could give you, but...

It's a pretty cut and dry case.

Right.

[sniffing]

So, if they didn't find a body,

is it possible that it could have been a murder?

It wouldn't have been the first time.

[muted gasp]

You feel better?

At least you know now that he's telling the truth.

Yeah. No, I guess.

What?

Well I mean they never found a body.

What does your heart say?

My heart?

God, I don't know what my heart says anymore.

[door unlatches]

Be with you in a sec.

Wendy?

We have to talk.

I haven't got a lot of time so I'm going to make this quick.

It's about your new husband.

I know you think he loves you, but he'll do anything to own you.

I don't understand, everybody thinks you're dead.

I'm only here because I don't want what happened to Rachel to happen to you, too.

I had to fake my own death.

What?

Yup.

Wait, who's Rachel?

Oh, he didn't tell you? Rachel's his first wife.

At least that's what we know of, anyway.

Have you been feeling groggy, lately?

Just be careful what he puts in your drink.

...fell out of the trash after the garbage men came this morning...

Wait, umm, this is not making any sense.

Just be smart.

I've given you all the information that I can, and it's up to you now to make your own decision.

[footsteps]

Wait!

Why are you helping me?

Because there's a special place in Hell for a woman who doesn't help another woman.

You've been warned.

♪[thundering music]♪

♪[music fades]♪

Michael?

[footsteps]

Hey.

Hey.

I got your favorite.

Sushi, and flowers.

Thanks.

So I'm guessing your students kept you late again, huh?

No.

Grading papers. It's better to do it there since you're such an easy distraction.

Right.

Can we be honest with each other about something?

Sure.

I mean, we did say no more secrets, right?

Yeah, we did.

Were you married before Wendy?

Where's this coming from?

Oh I don't know, I just realized we never really talked about your past.

Yeah we did.

We actually have been for days.

We've talked about my past.

We are never ending talking about my past!

Question after question, I am suffocating in all of your questions about my past!

It's one question.

Did the Portland Police answer that one question?

[scoffs]

You were following me?

♪[intense music]♪

[impact]

[gasp]

[muted] Michael!

Michael!

[gasping for breath]

Michael.

[thud]

♪[music stops]♪

This is all your fault!

[footsteps]

[clothes rustling]

Where are you going to go?

Tiffany and Patrick are out of the picture.

Your mother's not even talking to you and your best friend Beverly...she's probably passed out by now.

I don't know.

I guess I'll got a hotel.

You going to pay for that with your tips from your part-time waitressing gig?

Get ready for bed.

[footsteps]

♪[suspenseful music]♪

[slap]

You're not going to work like that.

We'll see.

[dishes clink]

[chatter on television]

[Detective James, via TV]: We have confirmed

that the body discovered this morning was that of

Tiffany Ellis, the missing Seattle woman.

We're pursuing several lines of inquiry and at this point we are asking for the public's cooperation in coming forward

with any information that they may have.

Thank you.

[indecipherable TV chatter]

♪[minor music]

[sniffling]

Of course it was Patrick.

It wasn't Patrick.

He would never do that.

Jesus, Lisa. You're so naiïve.

Your judge of character is miserable.

Like you?

I don't even know who you are.

You're definitely not the man I married.

What is that supposed to mean?

It means...

It means I know everything.

Yeah, that's right.

I know you drugged me.

I know about Rachel.

You killed her, didn't you?

Did you kill Tiffany?

So I have my own little detective, huh?

I was okay with you going to the Portland Police.

But who's been talking about Rachel?

What do you want to know, Lis?

You want to know about me?

Do you want to know about my past?

You're all the same.

Wendy.

Rachel.

Question after question.

'Tell me your secrets, tell me your truths.'

I give you everything!

And you're still not happy.

Nosey little bitches,

that can't trust and love me.

All I do is love!

I want you to behave.

Or I'll put you in the lake with Rachel.

♪[music intensifies]

Do you understand me?!

[loud thwack]

[thud]

[metal clanging]

♪[frantic music]

[clothes rack rattles]

[frantic rummaging]

[metallic prying]

[trunk lid creaks open]

[metal box rattles]

[impact]

[metallic shaking]

[rapid footsteps]

[impact]

Beverly!

Beverly, please!

Lisa?

I need your help.

What-?

What is it?

It got bad. It got really bad!

I need to open this!

I have to know what's inside.

Okay.

I can't get it open.

Okay, let me try.

What is it? What's inside?

I don't know but I think it's important.

[metallic tear]

♪[sinister music]

Oh my god.

What?

Call the police.

Why?

Call the police, Beverly, now!

Okay.

[impact]

Beverly!

Time to start acting like my wife.

[metallic thud]

[yelling in pain]

[furniture smashing]

[yelling]

[painful groan]

[running footsteps]

♪[frantic music]

[Michael:] Lisa!

Lisa!

Lisa!

[running footsteps]

Lisa!

[running footsteps]

[Lisa gasps]

[thud]

[Michael groans]

[grabbing]

[impact]

[breathing heavily]

All I wanted to do was love you.

This isn't love.

[punch]

[impact]

You don't know how to love.

[kick]

[punch]

[fading yell]

[impact]

[footsteps]

[crying]

♪[sweeping music]

[car driving]

I don't understand.

Why Tiffany?

Well, when we brought Patrick in for questioning,

he made it clear that Tiffany was not going to stop digging.

Michael knew that the more she did, the more she was going to uncover, and he couldn't let that happen.

I mean, his...his own wife had to fake her death to escape him.

Yeah.

Can't even imagine what we're going to find out now.

I'm just glad it's over.

You know what? You're surrounded by people that love and care about you, and including Patrick.

He'd probably appreciate a call from you, when you have a moment.

It'll be okay.

You're one of the lucky ones, Lisa.

Yeah, I know.

Make it count.

[rolling over gravel]

[thoughtful music]

[sniff]

What made him do it?

Love.

♪[music stops]

♪[driving music]