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[soft music]

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[giggling]

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[laughing]

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-Need you to stay close, honey. -Okay.

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Thank you.

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You're welcome.

Excuse me.

Can I ask you a question?

Sure.

I'm looking for a book

on female spies in the Cold War.

-What's the author's name? -Singleton.

Oh, I saw it the other day.

-Oh! -Next aisle.

Let's see, let's see.

Where did I see it?

Se, Sh, Si...

Sil--Singleton.

-Oh. -Collected works.

Oh, great.

I have read these at least twice.

You have?

No.

Do you need anything else?

No thanks, I'm good.

-Have a good one. -You too.

[foreboding music]

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[dramatic music]

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Maddy?

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Maddy!

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Maddy!

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You go that way, I'll look over here.

Maddy!

Where are you?

Maddy.

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Maddy!

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Maddy!

Maddy!

Maddy!

Maddy...

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Maddy!

Maddy!

[gasping]

[panting]

You okay?

Bad dream?

Mm...

Bad memory.

What about?

Where are you going?

Party.

With who?

Gina.

Have I met Gina?

Think so.

There aren't going to be any drugs at this party, right?

Of course not.

Give me some credit.

I'm late.

[foreboding music]

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[intense music]

[car starting]

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[distant rock music]

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[murmur of crowd]

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[Gina] Maddy!

Hey girl!

Hi Gina.

Um, you're late. Where were you?

I had to finish a paper for my history class.

There are so many cute guys here.

I mean, I only uploaded the post, like, four hours ago

and this place is packed.

*

You want to meet him?

Do you know that guy?

Nope. Go over there and talk to him.

You're crazy, I can't just go over there and...

-Why not? -Because!

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Fine, then I will go introduce you.

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Gina!

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[sighs]

*

Hi.

I'm Tucker.

Maddy.

Hi Maddy.

You wanna grab a drink?

Sure.

*

I'm gonna get you for this.

[mellow music]

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So how come I haven't seen you on campus?

You a Freshman?

-No. -What's so funny?

I'm in my last year at Lexington.

Lexington...

College?

Lexington High.

Oh.

Does that bother you?

I won't tell anybody.

*

[foreboding music]

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[dramatic music]

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Maddy?

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What--Mom?

Did--did you follow me?

This is not the kind of party we talked about.

I can't believe this!

-How old are you? -Twenty.

She's 17.

Did you give her that drink?

[mellow music]

-Don't ever do that again. -I'm not leaving.

I didn't do anything wrong!

You are going home now!

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Oh my God.

*

Okay.

*

[Claire] You are in high school!

You're too young to go to college parties.

And that guy you were flirting with?

-He is way too old for you. -We were just talking.

We weren't even doing anything!

[Claire] Yet.

When you go away to college, there'll be

plenty of time for all of that.

Why can't you just treat me like an adult?

[Claire] Well, that'll happen when you start acting like one.

Where did you meet this Gina?

Coffee spot at the mall.

We just started talking.

When was this?

Five, six months ago?

How old is she?

[Maddy] I don't know, 20?

Look, she's really cool, Mom,

and--and she's taught me a lot.

-Oh, I bet she has. -But she said she's

gonna help me pledge next year!

[Claire] So what? And you're not allowed

to hang out at frat parties, either.

-That's final. -God--My entire life,

you're telling me what I can do

and who I can hang out with, everything!

You never let me make just one decision on my own!

Hi girls. So glad to be back.

Please tell her she's a control freak.

-You're a control freak. Hi. -How was your flight?

Not nearly as turbulent as my kitchen.

[Maddy] She followed me

all the way to Westwood!

Can you please tell her to stop treating me like an infant?

Your mother loves you very, very much.

I'm sure she has a good reason to do what she did.

[Maddy] I'm old enough to take care of myself!

-You trust me, right? -Sure.

-Well, why can't she? -What would you like me to do?

[Maddy] I want you to tell her to stop following me around!

Honey, I'm on the road three weeks of the month.

I can't tell your mom how to run the house while I'm--

Just forget I asked.

[somber music]

-You worry about her too much. -I can't help it.

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You know, if you were working,

you wouldn't have time to follow her around like this.

I'm looking for a job.

That'll help.

You should go talk to her.

I will.

[Maddy sighing]

You don't remember,

but when you were real little,

someone tried to kidnap you.

I know. Told me a million times.

You have no idea

what goes through a mother's mind

when something like that happens.

These things happen on the news.

Little girl gets kidnapped,

cops find her body in the desert...

I thought I was never gonna see you again.

He was going to take you to his car,

but I caught him before he got outside.

Made a huge scene, called security.

He denied everything, said that he was gonna--

He was gonna take me to the main office.

I know.

You told me.

Then you of all people should understand

why I get so overprotective.

I do, but what I don't understand is

why you have to be so overprotective all the time!

[soft music]

I can't wait for you to have kids someday.

[sighs]

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[suspenseful music]

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Mrs. Beauregard?

Hi, I'm--I'm Gina.

Gina West, Maddy's friend.

Look, Gina, I--

I know you don't want me to hang out with Maddy anymore.

She told me.

She did?

Yeah.

Um...

Can we maybe talk inside?

I just want to apologize for over-stepping my bounds.

I didn't mean to cause her any harm.

In fact, she's--she's like a kid sister to me.

If anything, I just want to be there to look out for her.

Well, "big sister," if you had any common sense,

you wouldn't be taking my 17-year-old daughter

to a frat party with booze and pot

and college guys trying to get into her pants.

Actually, um, the guy she was talking to,

Tucker, he's not like that at all.

-Gina. -He's a really good--

Look, I know you didn't mean any harm,

but it's--it's just

not a good match.

And she can join your little sorority

when she goes to college, just not yet.

[somber music]

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You're right.

*

It was wrong. I'm sorry.

I should go.

*

[mellow music]

[Maddy] I am so sorry

about what my mom did.

That was so embarrassing.

You know what I think?

I think she has a point.

You do?

I mean, if I had a daughter in high school,

I wouldn't want her going to frat parties, either.

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So does that mean that

you don't want to hang out with me?

No.

No, that doesn't mean that at all.

I--I like you.

A lot.

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I like you, too.

We just might want to...

you know...

take it slow.

Right?

Absolutely.

*

[knocking]

-What? -Get out of the car!

What the hell is she doing here?

This is so humiliating.

I can't believe you're doing this.

-God, Mom. -You promised me

you weren't gonna see him again.

You said that! I never promised anything!

Tucker, you need to date girls your own age.

-You have no right to do this. -He has no right

being in your car at three in the morning!

-Mrs. Beauregard, I'm sorry-- -I could have you

thrown in jail, you know that?

Mom, why are you doing this?

Why are you stalking me?

[dark music]

You try it again, I'll kill you.

*

[hip hop music]

[Tucker] I'm only three years older than she is!

Maddy's dad is six years older than her mom.

The woman is being such a hypocrite.

Yeah, you're right, she is.

I mean, plus Maddy's gonna be 18

in, like, three months, anyway.

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[Tucker] Doesn't matter.

After what happened last night, I doubt her mom's

ever gonna let me see her again.

*

Oooh, can I get some of that?

*

Yeah, sure.

*

[liquid pouring]

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Hi, I'm Abigail.

Hi Abigail, I'm Tucker.

This is my friend Gina.

Hi. Nice to meet you.

So, Tucker,

do you go to Whittendale?

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Yeah.

Marine Biology. You?

I love the ocean.

Cheers.

*

Do you live here?

Yeah, me and the other guys.

It's a really nice place.

Maybe you can, um, give me the 25 cent tour?

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Yeah, sure.

*

[phone ringing]

-What's up? -Tucker just went up to his room

with some girl.

Wait, what? Who is she?

I don't know, she just-- she showed up

to the party and started hitting on him.

[Maddy] That bastard! I'm coming over there.

Wait, wait, I didn't tell you this

so that you would freak out,

I wanted you to know that

you are so much better off without him.

[Maddy] Keep him there.

Call me if he leaves with her.

[tires screeching]

[cheering]

*

Is he still here?

Don't go in there.

I'm going!

No, Maddy!

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You son of a bitch!

What are you doing?

You need to get the hell out of here!

-Get your hands off me! -Get out!

-I'm leaving already. -What did I do?

You hooked up with her, okay?

I did not!

You're such a liar!

Look! I want every girl in this room

to take a good look at this cheating scumbag!

Remember this face!

Whoa!

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[somber music]

How could I be so stupid?

Are you okay?

No.

*

I was gonna leave for a week, but... you need me.

I'm gonna cancel my trip.

No, don't do that.

*

I'll be fine.

You sure?

*

[male announcer] Ladies and gentlemen,

welcome to Sky East Airlines.

We expect to arrive on time in New York City today.

We will be experiencing a little bit of turbulence

when we get closer to the Big Apple,

but for now, skies are clear,

so sit back, relax, and enjoy the flight.

[soft music]

[phone ringing]

-What do you want? -I want to talk to you.

Can I see you?

-No. -Please.

I'm parked around the corner.

*

[sighs]

[suspenseful music]

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Nothing is going on with me and that girl.

Acting like you don't even know her name.

[Tucker] I swear to you I'm telling the truth.

Look, you can hate me,

tell the world what a terrible person I am,

but that's not gonna change the way that I feel about you.

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The other night...

when we were talkin' forever in that coffee shop...

and you kissed me...

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Well, you know.

*

No, I--I don't know.

Just say it.

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I'm fallin' in love with you.

Okay?

*

Come here.

*

My roommates are gone for the weekend.

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Wanna...

come over and watch a movie or something?

I can't.

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But next weekend?

[Tucker] Okay.

Hey, I got you something.

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[door closing]

[car unlocking]

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[starting engine]

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[dramatic music]

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[doorbell ringing]

Mrs. Beauregard.

What are you doin' here?

May I come in?

No.

Please. It's important.

[foreboding music]

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Okay.

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[Oliver] Well, we're back.

Home sweet home.

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Yo Tucker, we're back, dude!

*

[knocking]

What's up, man?

We're gonna go work out, man.

You comin'?

*

I know you're not still sleeping.

Get your sorry ass out of bed.

You know what time it is?!

[dramatic music]

Tucker?

Tucker!

*

[phone ringing]

*

-Hi! -Hi.

[Gina] Are you okay?

[Maddy] Yeah, I'm fine.

Why?

You haven't heard the news?

What news?

[Gina] Oh my God...

Maddy, I don't know how to tell you this,

but...

But what?

What's going on?

[somber music]

[Gina] We lost Tucker.

*

He's dead.

*

If that's a joke, it's really not funny.

[Gina] His roommate called me. They found him in his room

stabbed to death.

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[Maddy] Oh my God...

*

Police are investigating, they're talking to everyone.

They don't--they don't know who did it or why, nothing.

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Maddy, I'm so sorry, I...

*

I just thought you should know.

Look, I'm still in New York for a couple of days,

and then I fly back to LA, but if you need anything,

you call me, okay?

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I love you.

*

Okay.

*

Honey, what is it?

Someone killed Tucker...

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Oh...

*

That's horrible.

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[crying]

[dramatic music]

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[Maddy] I want every girl in this room

to take a long look at this cheating scumbag!

Remember this face!

-That's enough. -Don't you ever touch me.

[clattering]

Want to tell us what was goin' on there, Maddy?

I was told that Tucker was hooking up with this other girl,

so I got really upset.

Obviously.

Uh, look, I know that that video looks really bad,

but I--I didn't kill him.

-Maddy... -No.

I was falling in love with him, okay?

And he keeps looking at me like I did it!

I didn't do it!

We're just trying to put it all together, that's all.

[somber music]

When was the last time you saw Tucker?

The next night.

Saturday.

Everything was fine.

*

Uh...

He came over,

and, uh, he parked around the corner.

Called me from his car.

So, um...

*

I snuck out to talk to him for a little bit.

"Snuck out?"

Why are you sneaking out of your own house?

[Claire] I didn't approve of Maddy going out with him.

I followed her.

I saw the whole conversation.

Sounds like you're being stalked by your mother.

*

I admit I am a bit...

overprotective.

What time was this when you met him on the street?

Uh, nine.

I came right home after.

You didn't go back to his place just to be with him?

She was here that whole time.

How would you know?

You were out of town, right?

Well, Claire was home all night.

Right, babe?

That's right.

[dark music]

Maddy was inside the house all night.

[Detective Kelly] Right.

Except for that one time she snuck out.

Hm.

Well, I am gonna have to have my team

look through the house

and do a forensics check

on Maddy's car.

Also, with your parent's permission,

we need to take your fingerprints.

[Sean] Okay.

[dramatic music]

*

[suspenseful music]

Hi. You hungry?

Want me to make us some lunch?

*

Where did you go?

*

What are you talking about?

After I saw Tucker on the street, I came home.

Twenty minutes later you left the house.

You were gone for a couple hours.

*

Where did you go?

*

I just...

[laughs]

you know...

just went for a drive.

Clear my head.

*

Grilled cheese and tomato soup okay?

*

[female announcer] As we make our final descent,

please make sure your seat backs and tray tables

are in their full upright position

and your seat belts are fastened.

Welcome to Los Angeles.

[Detective Kelly] Does Maddy have a tendency to get...

violent?

No, never.

She kinda went nuts at that party, don't you think?

Give her a break, I mean, that girl was practically

doing a strip tease with her boyfriend.

[Detective Kelly] Why tell Maddy about Tucker and this other girl?

Excuse me?

Knew she'd get upset.

What's the point?

[Gina] If my boyfriend was messing around with some girl,

and Maddy found out about it,

I would expect her to have my back.

That's--that's what friends

do for each other.

When'd you leave town?

Uh, the day after the party.

Gonna need proof of that trip.

What--like...

like a statement from someone on the plane?

I mean, I--I can't get that!

How about a boarding pass?

Oh.

Right. Sorry.

Here's my boarding card from LA to New York...

and the returning trip.

Oh, and here's my receipt from the hotel

I stayed at in Tribeca.

Looks like an alibi.

Thank you.

So...

who do you think did it?

[dark music]

*

Recognize these?

Yeah, I've been looking all over for them.

-Where did you-- -Maddy, don't say anything more.

Gardener dug 'em out

three blocks from the crime scene.

They've got your fingerprints all over 'em.

And this blood here?

Matches Tucker's DNA.

We also found some of Tucker's blood

on the driver side door handle of your car.

What's his blood doin' all over your stuff, Maddy?

*

You want to tell us what really happened?

She's not saying anything without a lawyer being present.

Okay, I'll take a shot.

You were mad at Tucker for cheating on you.

You snuck out of the house when your mother wasn't looking.

You went over to his place, killed him with these scissors,

then as you were driving away

you threw 'em out the car window.

-Oh wait, that's crazy. -Not...

I wasn't even near the house that night!

-another word, Maddy. -Mom,

you need to tell him--

[Detective Kelly] Maddy Beauregard,

you are under arrest--

Maddy, no!

[Detective Kelly] Get her!

Maddy, stop!

Don't do this.

[dramatic music]

*

Maddy!

*

[cop #1] Hey!

*

[Detective Kelly] Stop!

*

Come back here.

*

[grunting]

*

-Mom! -You have the right

-to remain silent. -Mom!

Anything you say can and will be used

-against you.... -You know what happened!

-You have the right... -You know! Just tell them!

[Detective Kelly] If you cannot afford an attorney,

one will be provided for you.

Do you understand these rights as I have explained them to you?

[Sean] She's a minor.

I mean, they can't put her on trial as an adult, can they?

They can and they will.

But the bottom line is, she never left the house.

Claire can testify that Maddy was home the entire night.

I mean, you can't tell me that that's irrelevant.

I'm--no, I'm not saying that it's irrelevant.

What I'm saying is that the jury will expect

the mother to cover for her.

Show me a mom who wouldn't.

Then what about the way the cops collected the evidence?

The blood, the fingerprints.

They must've screwed up

somewhere along the line.

[Parker] It's textbook.

They did their job right.

Look, it's her first offense,

so that works to our advantage.

We need to show that Tucker threatened her,

and she feared for her life.

[Sean] You mean, like, she did it in self defense?

-Yeah. -But she was not even there.

[Parker] Our best defense is involuntary manslaughter,

which on a good day with a good judge

is a two year sentence, if we're lucky.

Can I talk to you in private?

*

Maddy, what's goin' on?

[Maddy] You're my lawyer, right?

I can talk to you without my parents in the room?

*

Yeah.

*

My mother did it.

What?

She killed Tucker.

Okay, Maddy, I know that you're mad at your mother

because she didn't like your boyfriend,

but this isn't--

No, she follows me

all the time.

She threatened to kill him!

But people just say that when they're upset--

No, on the night of the murder

my mom was gone for two hours. Same time Tucker died.

I think she took the scissors from the desk in my room,

went to Tucker's house, and--

Well, then why weren't

her fingerprints on the scissors?

Because she's trying to frame me.

And why would she do that?

[Maddy] She's insane.

Crazy people do crazy things.

[Parker] Okay, Maddy.

You're scared. I get that.

I've defended a lot of women that are in your position.

But going against your mother right now

is not gonna help us.

If anything, you two have got to stand by each other.

I need you to find out where she went that night.

Stop.

I'm your lawyer,

I'm not a detective.

Then get a private detective!

Follow her around, go through her phone records.

-I'm not hiring... -Whatever!

a private detective for you.

*

Fine.

Get one myself.

[cell phone ringing]

*

Nick Fox Investigations, this is Nick.

How can I help you?

Uh, my name is Maddy Beauregard.

I got your information from my, uh, roommate,

Shaunequa Washington.

Yeah!

I remember Shaunequa.

How's she doin' these days?

Great!

I wanted to talk to you

about, uh, possibly hiring you?

Well, Ms. Beauregard,

the first thing you need to know is my rate.

I take an upfront retainer of five hundred.

Then eighty dollars an hour, plus expenses.

[Maddy] Mr. Fox, I'm gonna be honest with you.

I am 17 years old,

I go to Lexington High,

and I've just been arrested for murder.

I don't have that kind of money.

How much money you got?

Three hundred dollars from my part time job.

I was saving for college.

You got a credit card?

No.

My mom wouldn't let me.

Look, you seem like a nice, good kid.

What the hell you doin' in jail?

It's a long story.

Will you help me?

You give me the three hundred dollars,

I'll give you a day.

One day?

All right, two days.

Thanks.

What do you need me to do?

I want you to follow my mother.

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Your mother?

*

[starting engine]

*

[Claire] Maddy!

Maddy!

What are you doing with my daughter?

[male #1] Oh, no, no, hold on, lady.

You've got the wrong idea!

-I was just taking her... -Stop him!

-to the main office. -He was taking her to his car.

This man is trying to kidnap my daughter.

[male #1] No, no, look, relax.

I'm a teacher, okay? I wasn't--

Tell her, I wasn't trying-- I was just trying...

[Claire] You were trying to kidnap her!

-They fired you? -Yeah.

-But they can't do that. -Thanks to that woman

at the library, the whole school thinks I'm a pedophile.

There's not a school in the entire country

that'll hire me now.

[somber music]

[arguing]

-Shut up for once! -Shut up with your excuses!

[male #1] All right!

Oh...

Oh, hey, what's wrong, sweetie?

I don't like it when you and Mommy fight all the time.

Oh.

Oh, it's gonna be okay.

Are you sure?

Mm.

*

Hey Dad.

*

[gunshot]

*

[Gina] It was wrong. I hope you can forgive me.

*

I should go.

*

-Can I use your restroom? -Sure.

It's by the front door.

[intense music]

[phone ringing]

*

Hey honey.

Santa Fe?

*

[dramatic music]

*

[dance music]

*

You can have half now, half when the job's done.

*

-May I come in? -Uh, no.

[Claire] Please. It's important.

Look, I'll get right to the point.

I know you have feelings for my daughter,

but, come on, Tucker,

she's 17.

She's actually a lot more mature than you realize.

Look, I love your daughter.

She's in her last year of high school.

She should be enjoying that with kids her own age.

If you really love her, you'll give her that.

[dramatic music]

[Tucker] I understand.

*

Thanks.

*

That's all.

Okay.

*

Goodnight.

Goodnight.

*

Gina...

I thought you were in New York.

I'm still in New York.

Huh?

Gina isn't my name.

Gina West is my fake name.

Gina West flew to New York,

checked into a hotel,

then flew back to Los Angeles under her real name:

Lucy Underhill.

[male announcer] Ladies and gentlemen,

welcome to flight A546

from New York City to Los Angeles.

Are you drunk?

What are you talking about?

Is that Maddy's mom outside the window?

*

I don't see 'em.

[grunting]

*

[thud]

[grunts]

*

[suspenseful music]

*

[starting engine]

*

[rings doorbell]

*

[dark music]

*

[dramatic music]

*

[sniffs]

*

[Lucy] Hello?

*

Is anyone here?

*

[doors closes softly]

*

[cocks gun]

*

[cocks gun]

*

*

[sniffing]

*

[ringing doorbell]

[Claire] I don't agree with that strategy.

I don't care what my husband says.

Look, can I call you back?

There's someone at the door.

Hi Mrs. Beauregard.

What do you want, Gina?

I just want to help.

Come on.

It's like the cops have stopped working on this.

They've got Maddy, so they've stopped looking

at other possibilities.

Exactly, which is why

it's up to us to prove that she didn't do this.

What about Tucker's family,

or--or his--his friends at school?

You think one of them did this?

I don't know.

Someone must've seen or heard something.

I want to talk to Tucker's roommate.

Police already talked to him.

Okay, well, we can't just sit here.

The cops aren't doing anything to help her,

and you're telling me that her lawyer

wants her to plead guilty?

That--that's crazy.

Look, Mrs. Beauregard,

she's like my little sister.

I can't let this happen to her!

Right now, she is in a prison cell all alone,

and there is nobody to look after her!

There's nobody!

[eerie music]

I know, come here.

*

What are you doing?

Just getting ready for tomorrow.

I gotta go to Cleveland, I got a big meeting there.

-You're not serious. -Yeah.

Why?

You're going on a business trip?

Your daughter is sitting in jail,

accused of murder, and you're leaving town?

Honey, we still have to pay the bills

regardless of what's happening with Maddy.

I can't believe you.

-Do you expect me to quit? -No.

-Then what do you want me to do? -I want you to help me prove

that she didn't do it.

I'm going to go talk to Tucker's roommate.

Wait, wait, wait, what are you gonna do?

Well, Maddy's friend Gina is gonna meet me there.

You want to join us?

Wait, wait, no.

Look, the lawyer specifically said

do not talk to anyone else involved in this.

You could jeopardize the whole case.

Well, I don't agree. I think it'll help.

And I'm asking you to come with me.

Claire, no!

No, we need to win this in court.

We're not gonna win this by--by

sneaking around like you always do.

It just doesn't work that way.

So what, you're okay with Maddy going to jail,

her life completely ruined?

I never said that.

Well, that's how you're acting.

Do you believe she did it?

[Sean] I don't know what happened.

But the evidence is so stacked against us it just--

You think she killed him.

Honey, what I think doesn't matter.

What matters is what we can prove in court.

-Do you understand that? -Oh, I understand.

I understand that you'd rather jump on a plane

than stay here with me and fight for your daughter's freedom.

That's what I understand!

You're not playing fair, and you know it.

Now wait. Wait, could you come back here?

Can we finish this, please?

[somber music]

[sighs]

*

[unlocking car]

[dramatic music]

*

[starting engine]

*

[doorbell rings]

Mr. Beauregard?

Yes.

Hi, I'm--I'm Gina, Maddy's friend.

Is, um, is Claire home?

No, she--she just left to meet with you.

Oh, I--I thought we were supposed to meet here

and drive together.

Um, do you mind if I come in?

I--I really have to pee.

Oh, uh, yeah.

Uh, come on.

[foreboding music]

*

Look, Gina, what you and Claire are about to do

is really stupid. I mean,

this kind of thing could actually hurt

Maddy's case more than anything.

Where's your computer?

[dramatic music]

[Sean] Whoa, whoa, whoa.

What the hell are you doing?

Where is it?!

It's--it's in my office.

[Lucy] Go.

Keep your hands where I can see 'em.

*

Go online to your Palm Vista account.

Look, I--I don't have a Palm Vista account.

*

You want me to read you your account number?

*

You're gonna transfer it to this account.

*

Look, this is stupid.

If this is your account, the police are gonna know--

Just do it!

*

[Claire] Hi, I'm Claire.

Hi.

Oliver.

Thanks for seeing me.

[suspenseful music]

*

[Lucy on answering machine] Hi, this is Gina!

Leave a message!

[beep]

Hey Gina, this is Claire.

*

Look, Oliver doesn't have that much time,

so I'm gonna get started without you.

I'll see you when you get here.

*

No thanks.

*

Have a seat.

*

Okay.

*

[typing]

*

So how long was Tucker going out with Maddy?

*

Gina introduced him to her the night you came over.

Okay, was he seeing anybody else?

Look, Mrs. Beauregard,

I already told the police all this.

*

-All right, it's done. -Go to your Heritage account.

Same thing.

*

[cocks gun]

Do it!

*

You were roommates with him for what, two years?

You didn't see or hear anything suspicious?

I didn't make it a point to follow him around.

That's your thing.

You've got some attitude.

That's my daughter in jail.

They're accusing her of murder--

[Oliver] Yeah, and she probably did it!

*

You forget... she loved him.

And you forget Tucker was my best friend!

And I'm still trying to deal with this.

Now I know you don't want to believe that your own daughter

could do something like that.

*

But if she didn't do it, who did?

*

[sighs]

*

[dramatic music]

*

[picking lock]

*

[typing]

*

[Sean] All right, it's all transferred.

[suspenseful music]

Open the safe.

*

Come on, there's nothing in there you want.

*

Nothing in there that I want, huh?

*

Put the money on the desk.

*

Now back off.

*

Drop it.

[dramatic music]

-Who are you? -You a cop?

[Nick] Shut up!

The money you just took from him?

You're gonna give it to me.

*

You were in my apartment, weren't you?

I recognize that bad cologne.

Yeah, well, I kinda like it.

*

Drop the gun, kick it over here.

*

[gunshot]

[gunshot]

*

[gunfire]

[panting]

*

[grunts]

[pained grunting]

*

[suspenseful music]

*

[dramatic music]

*

[locking car]

*

I'm home.

[suspenseful music]

*

Where are you?

[dramatic music]

[panting]

*

[phone ringing]

*

What the hell happened?

Hi Mrs. Beauregard, I--I'm so sorry.

I just got your message.

I--I had to take my mom to the emergency room.

-Is she okay? -Oh, yeah.

She broke her left fibula, she was--

she fell trying to hang a painting.

What did Oliver say?

[sighs]

Nothing, really.

Listen, I--I hope you're not mad at me.

No, of course not.

It's just next time--

Shoot, you know what, that's--that's my mom

on the other line, I--can we talk later?

Okay, bye.

[gasping and grunting]

*

[sighs]

*

[grunting in pain]

*

Oh God.

*

[gasping in pain]

*

[panting]

*

[grunts]

[panting]

*

Honey?

[screams]

*

Oh my God.

*

Sean!

*

[phone ringing]

[operator] 911, what's your emergency?

I--I need help!

*

My husband's been shot!

*

[buzzer]

[door creaking]

*

[Maddy] Why are you even here?

Wait.

Don't tell me.

Now that I'm in maximum security

you're having a tough time stalking me, is that it?

Your father is in the hospital.

He's been shot.

What?

They have him stabilized, but he's still not responsive.

He's been unconscious for 15 hours.

What--what happened?

A man with a gun came into the house.

Tried to rob the safe.

There was a struggle,

and Dad was shot,

but he managed to grab the man's gun and...

killed him.

For now, that's what the police think happened.

I've been at the hospital all this time.

They said that he's in a coma.

[somber music]

I don't know if he's gonna make it or not...

[crying]

*

[sniffles]

I didn't know what to tell you.

*

[Maddy] Do they, uh...

know who the guy was?

Uh, yeah.

His name is Nick Fox.

He's a private investigator.

*

A crooked one, that's for sure.

*

Maddy.

*

Your dad's gonna make it.

He's tough.

He will beat this.

*

No.

That's--that's not it.

*

There's something else.

What do you mean?

[Maddy] I'm...

I'm so sorry.

*

Sorry about what?

You have to tell me.

*

I wanted to have you followed...

*

so I hired that guy...

*

Nick Fox.

*

Why did you want me followed?

*

Because you killed Tucker.

*

You really believe I did that?

[Maddy] Did you go to his house that night?

*

[sniffles]

*

Yes.

*

I--I asked him nicely

to please stop seeing you.

*

But that's--that's it.

When I left, he was fine.

*

I didn't like the idea of you dating Tucker, but...

*

I didn't kill him.

*

[sighs]

Neither did I.

*

I am not giving up on you.

*

Okay, you're my daughter.

*

I love you.

*

I'm gonna get you out of this mess.

*

Mom.

*

I know you didn't hurt Tucker.

*

What's going on with this family?

*

I don't know, baby.

*

I don't know.

[reggae music]

[phone ringing]

[female #1] Imperial Bank of the Bahamas,

how may I help you?

[Lucy] Sydney Jensen, please.

*

Sydney Jensen. How may I help you?

Sydney.

It's Jennifer.

*

Jennifer!

Hey!

How are you?

[Lucy] I'm good.

I miss you.

I miss you, too.

When are you coming back?

Soon.

My divorce is finally settled.

Good. I'm glad you're getting rid of that son of a bitch.

*

[Lucy] He transferred the money.

[Sydney] That's good.

Can you still do what we talked about?

*

It depends.

*

What did you ask for again?

[laughs]

[Lucy] Come on.

You remember.

*

I want you to put my money

in my other account,

and make the record of transfer just...

disappear.

And if I do that for you...

*

what are you gonna do for me?

*

[laughs]

It's not what I'm gonna do for you.

*

It's what I'm gonna let you...

do to me.

[Lucy laughs]

[laughing]

[both laughing]

*

So...

do we have a deal?

*

We got a deal.

*

[Lucy] Great.

*

I'll see you real soon, baby.

See ya.

*

[music darkens]

Idiot.

*

[sound of television]

*

[dramatic music]

*

[news anchor] In a quiet suburb of Santa Clarita last night,

in what police are describing as a home invasion

that turned deadly.

Forty-six year old Sean Beauregard

was working in his house

when a man apparently broke in

and tried to rob him.

Beauregard was taken to the hospital

where he is in critical but stable condition.

Beauregard is an executive at Perfecta Health

Medical Sales, where coworkers...

[Lucy] Son of a bitch.

*

[Dr. Lewis] We've got him on life support.

He seems to be leveling off, but...

there's really no way to know

how long he'll be in this condition.

Isn't there anything else you can do?

Mm, it's all up to him, now.

This could be a very long process, Claire.

And as head of this hospital

this is something I need to talk to you about.

Your insurance.

He's only covered for one month

of care at this level of life support.

After that he'll be transferred to a private facility,

and you, Claire, will be 100% responsible for that cost.

How much money are you talking about?

Here's a breakdown of what it costs per day.

[somber music]

That's per day?

Yeah.

*

Okay, I know Sean was really good about saving money.

*

I'll check.

*

[elevator dings]

[dark music]

*

Excuse me, can you tell me which room Sean Beauregard's in?

[typing]

*

[Claire] I was just checking our bank accounts.

I have no idea what happened, but...

all our savings have been wiped out.

What?

*

[dramatic music]

*

[gasps]

We can talk in here.

-Claire! -Gina.

-I-- -What are you doing here?

I saw what happened on the TV.

I'm so sorry. How are you holding up?

Yeah, I'm--I'm all right.

Look, this--it's just not a good time.

What happened?

Do they know anything about the guy that did this?

Yeah, it--look, it's complicated.

I--I really need to speak with Dr. Lewis right now,

so could you give us some privacy?

Oh, gosh, I'm sorry, of course.

-I'm sorry. -That's okay.

I'll just, um...

I'll put these over here.

And, Claire,

if you need anything, seriously.

-Sure. -I know you've been through

a lot, so feel free to call.

Thank you, Gina.

[suspenseful music]

*

How is it possible that your savings are all gone?

[Claire] It must have been that private detective who tried to rob us.

[Dr. Lewis] Oh my goodness. That's terrible.

Look, I--I don't know what we're gonna do

when our coverage runs out, but I--

I will think of something.

I'll talk to my family, Sean's family.

I'll find some way to get the money.

I'm so sorry.

Okay.

[somber music]

*

[music darkens]

*

Excuse me, doctor?

*

I'm a good friend of the family's.

How is he doing?

He's stable.

Seriously, is...

Is he gonna make it?

Pray for a miracle.

I will.

*

[siren blaring]

[Claire] Somebody hacked our bank accounts.

They must have got our passwords somehow

and transferred all of our--

They transferred all your savings

to a bank in the Bahamas.

How long have you known this?

-Why didn't you tell me? -It took our computer guys

a while to get access.

So we know where the money is?

We can get it back?

Not exactly.

Apparently the money left your husband's account,

but never arrived at the target bank.

-What? -The Imperial Bank

of the Bahamas has no record of the transfer.

So what, our money is lost?

For the time being.

We'll find it.

Oh, great.

That's comforting.

Guess that private detective

knew exactly what he was doing.

Your daughter hired Mr. Fox, is that correct?

That's right.

Why would she do that?

Maddy, she... she suspected me of killing her boyfriend.

[Detective Kelly] Did you have a personal relationship with Mr. Fox?

-No! -You weren't home the night

of your husband's robbery.

Where were you?

I went to Tucker's house...

to talk to his roommates.

I wanted to see if I could

find some clue to help exonerate my daughter.

Mrs. Beauregard, you need to stop playing detective.

-That's my job. -I will

when you start doing your job.

Oh...

[laughs]

Trust me, I've had my hands full with this one.

Forensics examined the crime scene.

We found a bullet fired from a second gun,

a weapon legally registered to Nick Fox.

But no weapon.

Somebody moved it from the crime scene.

We examined the entry wounds on Nick Fox's body,

and it is very apparent he was not shot at point blank range.

We found three blood types.

Your husband's, Nick Fox's...

somebody else.

That can only mean one thing.

There was a third person involved

in that shooting last night.

I need to get a blood sample from you.

What are you saying? That I'm a suspect?

[Detective Kelly] I'm saying the forensics are all over the place,

and I'm not rulin' anything out.

[Claire] You think I framed my own daughter.

Don't you see?

Somebody is doing this to me!

All right.

Then you tell me.

Who?

Who would want to hurt you like this?

[suspenseful music]

*

[Claire] Maddy!

-Mommy! -Maddy!

What are you doing with my daughter?

Oh, no, no, no, hold on.

You've got the wrong idea.

I--I'm a teacher, I--

I was just taking her to the main office.

No, you weren't, you were gonna take her to your car.

[Underhill] Ma'am, I wasn't, I assure you.

Hold him while I call the police.

[Underhill] No, no, look, I didn't know

where you were. I saw her.

-I was just gonna take her-- -I saw you!

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Look, look.

You've got--she was lost. I was trying to help her.

This man was trying to kidnap my daughter!

*

[knocking]

*

[Vanessa] Who is it?

[Claire] It's Claire Beauregard.

*

Can I talk to you?

*

[door handle jiggling]

Are you Vanessa Underhill?

Yeah.

You remember me?

Mm-hm.

May I--may I come in?

What do you want?

Are you trying to hurt me?

Why would I do that?

Well, it's...

Because of what happened with your husband.

Oh, my husband.

David.

Yes.

He shot himself right over there.

In that corner.

And the blood...

And they made me clean it up.

They made me clean it up!

[sobbing]

And then his brains.

'Cause it just went...

And then--

I found it.

I found it,

and I--I saved it.

Oh, I saved it, I saved it.

Lady, hang on.

Ha, I got it here.

Hey!

Come on, bud.

We have company!

David?

Come on.

[somber music]

Don't be shy.

Why are you hiding...

now?

David?

We talked about this.

Come on, where are you?

Where did you go?

There is a person here

that you need to meet, and...

are you hiding from me?

David!

[dramatic music]

*

Mrs. Beauregard?

Hi, I'm--I'm Gina.

Gina West, Maddy's friend.

*

[Vanessa] David?

Come on!

*

David, David, David, David.

Is your daughter named Lucy?

Huh?

Oh, Lucy!

Oh.

[deep breath]

Lucy.

Did you bring her? Did you bring her?

[gasping]

Lucy?

Come here, baby girl.

Come to Mama.

David, ah!

Hang on.

I got him.

I got him.

He's here.

[somber music]

This is David.

*

And... I talk to him,

and I just say, you know, "Hi honey, I'm home!"

And he always answers me, he just always answers.

*

Hang on--what?

*

[laughs]

Yeah.

You need to leave!

*

You have to go.

'Cause...

David's comin' home.

*

And I have to get ready for him.

And there's a--there's a little bit to do, so, um...

you can get out.

*

I'm sorry.

[Vanessa] Get out!

Get out!

*

David.

*

Oh, he's gonna come home.

*

[phone ringing]

[dark music]

[phone ringing]

Hi Gina.

Hi Claire, just checkin' in on you.

How are you holdin' up?

I'm okay.

Yeah? How's Mr. Beauregard?

*

Same.

*

Are you at the hospital?

*

-Yeah. Why? -Well, I was just thinking of

bringing you a care package.

I mean, I know you probably haven't had time to cook

and Lord knows the hospital food can be so gross.

Well, that's very nice of you.

[Lucy] What time do you think you'll be home?

[Claire] It's a little after five right now, so...

I guess six?

[Lucy] Okay, perfect. Can I meet you

at your house around...

six thirty?

*

Sure.

[Lucy] Okay, great.

I'll see you then!

Bye.

[dramatic music]

*

[starting engine]

*

[intense music]

*

[eerie music]

*

[suspenseful music]

*

[beeping]

*

[dramatic music]

What are you doing in my house?

Uh, Claire, hi.

Uh, the door was unlocked.

-I just thought you were home. -Don't lie to me!

Your name isn't even Gina.

It's Lucy.

Lucy Underhill.

*

[grunting]

*

[yelps]

*

[thud]

*

[grunting]

*

[panting]

*

[grunting]

[Claire] No, you don't.

*

[grunt]

*

[grunting]

*

[panting]

You killed Tucker, didn't you?

*

You shot my husband, too.

*

Admit it.

You're sick in the head

just like your father!

*

My father was a good man!

Then why did he try to kidnap Maddy?

He was trying to help her!

*

And you knew it!

But you accused him anyway.

Then why didn't you just go after me?

*

Why did you do this to my family?

Because I wanted you to know what it felt like!

I wanted you to watch somebody that you loved

get blamed for a crime that they didn't commit.

*

The man that you loved most?

*

I wanted you to watch him die.

*

That was my dad!

*

And he killed himself!

Because of you!

[Claire] That's not the way I see it.

*

I'm calling the police.

*

I put a bomb in the fireplace.

*

What?

*

[grunting]

*

[Claire] Oh my God.

*

You gotta turn it off!

I don't know how.

Untie me.

*

Please, I'll try.

*

Wait, wait, Mrs. Beauregard!

Please!

Please don't leave me!

I'm sorry!

You're a good woman, I'm sorry, please!

Please don't leave me!

*

Please come back.

*

Okay, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

*

[grunting]

*

[grunts in pain]

[thud]

*

[explosion]

[echoing]

[confused murmuring]

[soft music]

*

[starting engine]

*

[crying]

[laughing]

*

[sniffs]

*

[eerie music]

*

[laughing]

*

[somber music]

*

[siren blaring]

[tires screeching]

[cop #1] Freeze! Don't move!

[Detective Kelly] You're under arrest.

Put your hands above your head!

Do it, Lucy!

Do it, now!

[suspenseful music]

*

Go.

*

[sighs]

[dramatic music]

*

[whimpering]

*

[grunts]

*

[panting]

*

[yelps]

*

[explosion]

[police radio chatter]

[soft tense music]

*

Sean?

[stirring music]

Oh my God!

*

Maddy.

*

-Hi! -Oh, Dad!

We're here.

-It's okay. -I'm so sorry.

*

It's okay.

*

-He's gonna be okay. -He's gonna be okay.

*

Oh my God.

[mellow music]

*

Wait'll you see your new office.

You're gonna love it!

You know, first vacation I get in 15 years

and she can't wait to send me back to work.

Maddy, get the groceries, I'll help Dad in.

No, no, I got this. Seriously.

Excuse us...

Hi, um, we're having a party

at my house right around the corner there

and we're inviting all the neighborhood kids to come by.

Oh, that's nice. What's--what's the occasion?

[female #2] Well, we just moved here last week

and we thought it'd be a good way

to meet the neighbors.

[Maddy] Oh, I just moved here, too. I'm Maddy.

[Yolanda] Hi, I'm Yolanda. This is my friend Wendy.

[Maddy] Nice to meet you guys.

So when does the party start?

[Yolanda] It's actually already happening,

so we kinda gotta get back.

Mom, can I go?

Sure, honey.

We'll see you later.

Cool.

[soft music]

So where'd you live before here?

[Maddy] County jail.

What?

It's a long story.

I'll tell you later.

[laughing]

*

So, how long have you lived here?

Uh, not too long. I just moved here from Texas.

Yeah.

*

[soft music]

*

[moody music]

*

[woman vocalizing]

*

*

[woman vocalizing]

*

[women vocalizing]

*

[eerie music]

*

[orchestral music]

*

[saxophone playing]

*