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I don't know.

No, absolutely not.

Because I'm in the
middle of working out!

I'm not gonna just hurry over
there every time you call.

No, I actually ended
up walking most of it.

Turns out, I hate running.

So, yeah, let me finish
up with this, uh, not run

and I'll call you when I'm done.

Bye.

Pick up, pick up, pick up.

Hi.

Hey! -

-No, no. no.
-Hey! Get away from him!

Sorry, I was just...

On the first day, Ms. Collins?

You got me a fish?

It's a house arrest
warming gift.

I know you don't like
to be alone, so...

Way to go.

Bri, you live in a multimillion
dollar lake front home.

You have a wine cellar.

Most people would kill
for a life like this.

I know you weren't a big
fan of the plea deal.

-Because I'm innocent.
-Of course you are.

But convincing a jury
is a another story.

I've been a lawyer a while,

and I've seen how
these things can go.

A year of house arrest
is getting off easy.

You could be where
Michael is right now.

Mm.

Mm. I know we didn't
have a choice.

I didn't just hire you
because you were my friend.

I hired you because
you are a good lawyer.

Plus, if I were in jail,

who would drink all of
Michael's fancy wine?

Ehh, there she is.

This is a 2005

from the blah-blah-blah
region of Germany.

Now, the interesting
thing about this vintage

is that it's guaranteed
to get you drunk.

-Pinky up, bitch. Be classy.
-Oh, yes.

Mm. Earthy.

I'm getting hints
of Elder flower.

Ah.

Oh, and a little younger flower.

Ah, you wanna stay tonight?

We can have a slumber party
like we did in college.

Face masks and manicures

and nicer wine.

I wish. I can't.

Court in the morning.

This place just gets
so creepy at night.

You'll be fine.

You have a whole year
to get used to it.

What are you gonna do
with all that time anyway?

Hello.

What do you mean
my signal went out?

Okay. I'll head
upstairs right now.

Thank you.

Ms. Collins.

Your electronic
monitoring device

is the property of the
State of California.

Removing or tampering
with the device

will activate the
internal microphone

and will result in
additional legal charges.

It's your responsibility to stay
within the allowed perimeter

and keep the monitor
charged at all times.

I remember, Nancy.

-Do you want a cup of coffee?
-No.

- It'll only take a second.
- No, thank you. I'm fine.

House, start coffee.

House, start coffee!

Coffee
will be ready in two minutes.

Ever get used to the
Smart House thing?

I'm trying.

It always seems to like my
ex-husband more than me.

Do you want sugar?

-Ms. Collins... -Bri.

Bri. I know you've been feeling
restless the last few months.

Most people take online
classes, or learn a new skill.

Is there anything that
you're working towards?

Not trying to brag,
but I have become

the best at binge-watching
reality dating shows.

Mm.

I'd like to go back to school.

Finish my MBA.

Are you socializing at all?

Haven't you heard?

I'm the pariah at
Sandpoint Lake.

Bringing down property
values in a single bound.

Also I, I have a fish,

so my social life is
basically perfect.

I've had to dispatch the police

repeatedly the
last three months.

I-I know. It's just the
signal on this thing...

Is that something that's
going to continue?

-No. -Good.

Any contact with
your ex-husband?

No.

But he does call every day.

He is not permitted to call
anyone who's not on his list.

Well, I'll just let him
know the next time he calls.

Are you sure you can't stay?

I will see you again next month.

I don't wanna hear
from you until then.

"Love Island."

If you're looking for the
best trashy dating show,

check out "Love Island."

Coffee is ready.

Mm.

Hell no, Michael.

House, play classical music.

Classic music playing

in the Master Bathroom.

House, stop.

House, turn off the music.

House, shut up!

House, are the doors locked?

All doors are locked.

What the hell happened?

I think somebody
was in the house.

Oh, my god.

Yeah.

And the alarm
didn't even go off.

Michael is the only other
person that has access to it.

Honey, he can't break
into your house from jail.

Is that a stun gun?

Got it online.

Look, I know you didn't
wanna call the police.

I'm not on good terms with them.

They're always coming here
to check the stupid monitor.

Well, I called them
for you. Just in case.

Huh. I'm sorry to give
you ladies a scare.

I'm Detective Joe Hall.

I'm with the County
Sheriff's Department.

Hi, I'm Bri. I live here.

This is my friend Sofia.

She's the one that called
about the disturbance.

-You live here, too?
-No. Just visiting.

Is there a man in the house?

So it's only you,
all alone here?

Hey.

I know you. Aren't you
Michael Miller's wife?

Ex-wife.

You know, he pissed a lot

of people off with what he did.

A couple guys in our
department lost everything.

Well, good thing I am not him.

Right.

So, why don't you walk
me through what happened?

Graduation photo. What school?

USC. Cross country scholarship.

Mm. Impressive.

Any security cameras
in the house?

No. My ex refused.

This is our vacation home.

He wanted privacy.

Is anything missing? Stolen?

I don't think so.

Are you sure you
didn't leave that open?

Breeze could have
knocked that over.

You think she's going
to leave a door open?

Like you said, it is
just her, all alone here.

Well, you know, these
houses on the water,

they settle every now and again.

It wasn't, because the
house is on the water...

Unless a crime has
been committed,

there isn't much we can do.

I can fill out a report,
and I'm happy to do that,

if that's what you'd like...

But, if anything else happens...

give me a call, personally.

Oh, and keep those doors closed.

What an asshole!

Ugh, cops can be so
useless sometimes.

Look, I'll stay the night,
we'll get some wine,

try and forget about this.

Get the cabernet!

Sofia?

Sofia! Are you okay?

Ohh, look what I found.

That's one of
Michael's favorites.

Do it.

Huh, speaking of
Michael's favorites...

look what I found
under the couch.

They aren't mine.

Ew. Do you think...

That Michael brought other
women over to cheat on me

without me knowing?

Why, yes, I'm beginning
to suspect it. Ugh.

Probably why he never
installed cameras.

That's enough.

We're cleansing the
whole damn place.

- Is that all Michael's stuff?
- Everything flammable.

Ashes to ashes.

Dust to dust.

How did that feel?

Good. Really, really good.

Can I do one? Give
me a little taste.

Damn, this is nice.

Yep. Just toss it in.

I'm just saying, the
man had good taste.

He did pick you.

Ohh, screw you, Michael!

Yeah.

Screw you, Michael!

Kill me.

I'm so puffy.

Thank you.

I'm never drinking again.

At least not until
later tonight.

-Sofia. -Hey, I'm not judging.

No, Sofia. Come here.

Someone left this picture of
me the first day I was here.

Then my house got broken into.

And now all of this.

It gotta have something
to do with Michael.

Michael? How does
that make sense?

Maybe he hired
someone. I don't know.

- He has a lot of friends.
- And a lot of enemies.

Could be someone trying to
get back at him through you.

It's comforting.

What am I supposed to do?

Should I call the police again?

I don't know, they weren't
exactly helpful yesterday.

So, then what? What?

Do I get murdered and then
call the police, Sofia?

Jesus, Bri. Let's not
jump straight to murder.

Take a deep breath.

Um, I'm, I'm not trying
to say this to scare you,

but all this, the photos,

the open doors...

Whoever's doing this
is toying with you.

This is a game to them.

Well, I don't wanna play.

Your only other
option is to leave

and you're kind of stuck here.

So, what do I do?

How do I win?

You write your own rules.

Take control of the situation.

What, take control?

What does that mean, buy a gun?

Ew. No. Hire one.

Have you considered
personal security?

If the cops can't help,

what's a rent-a-cop gonna do?

He's there to keep you safe.

Give him a chance.

He worked for a client
a few months back.

The man is good at what he does.

Think about it. You
gotta protect yourself.

This is a collect call

from Bancroft
Correctional Facility.

Say yes or press one
to accept charges.

Yes.

-Michael?
-I'm so glad you answered.

-How are you?
-Why are you keep calling me?

To make sure you're all right.
I've been worried about you.

Have you been watching me?

Why would I need to do that?

I know exactly where you
are. And for how long.

I bet you're in the bed room
at the lake house right now.

How many bottles of my
wine have you gone through?

I wanted you to know,
I'm being released.

What? You've only been in
jail three months. How?

Good behavior.

You remember Judge Gettman.

I spoke with him and,
uh, we both decided

I've paid my debt to society.

I'd love to see you.

Hey.

Bri Collins?

You must be Xavier.

Thank you for the house call.

I'm here to accommodate.

Wanna run me through
what's going on?

Can we talk in the back?

You mind?

Help yourself.

So you need some, uh,
personal security?

Uh, yeah. Somebody
has been watching me.

And now they're letting me
know that they're watching me.

You have any idea
who's doing that?

My ex, Michael Miller.

Michael Miller.

Michael Miller
that went to prison

for the pump and dump scheme.

Have you contacted the police?

Yep.

They won't help me.
At least not yet.

Sounds about right.

I have nine months left

until my sentence is up.

I just need some security
to keep an eye on me,

make sure I'm safe.

So, can you help me?

Nah, I'm good.

You're good?

Yeah. I'm good.

-Are you serious?
-Thanks for calling.

Good luck.

And thanks for the apple.

-Are you serious? -Yeah.

Look, I'm not a prison guard.

Sittin' around here
guardin' you for nine months

is not exactly my dream job.

I understand.

It's honestly probably too
dangerous for you, anyway.

I need someone who knows
how to handle themselves.

Plus, you're a little
bit on the skinny side.

-Are you actually doing this?
-Do what?

Tryin' to appeal to...

fragile point in my masculinity

to win me over.

Mm. Is it working?

No.

Okay, fine. I will
pay you double.

Whatever you're
making on another job,

I-I will beat that.

You really think your
ex-husband will go this far?

He's the smartest man I know.

He's also the most vindictive.

Through the years, he had
me sign things for taxes

and retirement,
or so he told me.

I trusted and loved my husband.

In return, he built a
mountain of evidence

linking me to his crimes.

When he was arrested
and I finally left him,

he blackmailed me.

Trying to make me stay.

I didn't.

So then, he took me down with
him as an aider and abider.

Was he ever violent you?

Still, you shouldn't, uh,
shouldn't close the door

on any other possibilities.

Who else will be
stalking me? And why?

I don't know. It could
be anybody at this point.

But I do know that
there's another young lady

around your age that
went missing around here.

I remember reading about
this. They never found her?

Yeah.

So you think that might
have something to do with

what's happening to me?

I don't know.

I sure hope not.

No.

No.

It has to be Michael.

I've been saying
this from the start

and nobody is listening to me.

Michael has put me
through hell for years.

I hear you.

When Cheyenne went missing,

police never found any
evidence of a crime.

They said she was an adult
and that she could just leave

whenever she wanted
to without notice.

My point is, I'm listening.

I hear you and I'll believe you.

And I'll do whatever I
can to keep you safe.

Bri!

Okay.

Hey! Hey!

I got you.

Excuse me a minute.

I'm gonna go easy on
you today, Ms. Collins.

But if it happens again, we
will add to your sentence.

We'll send you a bill
for the ankle monitor.

Keep in touch.

You doing okay?

A little shaken
up, but I'm fine.

Any idea what happened
with the boat water?

Xavier's looking into
it, but no, not yet.

Sofia, I don't know
what would have happened

if he weren't here.

Nice to have a bodyguard around.

Especially one as fit as he is.

That's not even on my mind.

And he hasn't even looked at
me twice since he's been here.

Maybe you'd feel better if
you cleaned up a little bit.

Washed the house
arrest off of you.

I have enough to worry
about right now, trust me.

I'm just saying, you are single.

If I were you, I'd be on a
dating app getting house calls

every night.

I don't think death threats
really are a turn on.

Mm, see, that's where you
and I will have to disagree.

Try it.

Ten bucks says he notices.

-Hey. -Hey.

I wanted to see if
there was something

that pointed back to
what started the fire.

Mm, you know how to
disassemble boat motors?

Yeah. Looks like
impeller failure.

That'd make sense with a T-shirt
blocking the water intake.

You think someone
clogged it on purpose?

Wasn't an accident.

T-shirt hasn't been
in the water long.

Did you find anything else?

No.

This number mean
anything to you?

I don't think so.

Why?

Just checking.

You look nice.

Is everything okay?

It's fine. Um, are you hungry?

So you made me dinner?

You can take it off my tab.

Thanks.

Hey, uh, do you wanna join me?

I do fine by myself.

That's very brooding of you.

Unfortunately, I'm the boss

and I would like some company.

Okay. I'll get dressed. Boss.

We've been spending a
lot of time together.

It's really weird that I
don't know anything about you.

Like where are you from?

-All over. -How about this?

If I guess something
right about you,

you take a step closer.

And if you guess
something right about me,

I'll take one step towards you.

If I win, you will
relax and eat.

If I lose, you can continue
standing there stoically.

Cool?

You're from a small town.

You're from Arizona.

Judging by your accent, Phoenix.

Wow.

I didn't know people in
Phoenix had an accent.

I can read people, easily.

Then this should be fun.

You moved to Sandpoint because
you were running from something.

You're probably in the
middle class family.

No, lower-middle class.

Ouch.

You're an only child, going
by your social skills.

You have a sister.

You're definitely the older one.

You played football
in high-school.

You're athletic.

Runner.

Okay. I win.

Have your meal.

You can really tell all of
that just by looking at me?

Nah.

-I Googled you.
-Come on, that's not fair.

I'm not here to be fair.

I'm here to protect you.

Which I am very grateful for.

I'm not the most
intimidating person.

Look, let me show you something.

Ju-Jitsu, it's like human chess.

You know Ju-Jitsu, too?

Yeah.

So, what you do is you
take your opponent's weight

and you use it against him.

Put your glass down.

If I come at you with a
punch, block it. Right.

And then I want you to shift
your weight right there,

next to my body. You feel that?

All right.

Take me back like
this. You see that?

I'm gonna tell you to
take my weight over

and let the momentum
take me over.

Sorry.

I should have warned
you I'm a bad ass.

Yeah.

I should have read it.

So, it's on me, really.

You know, if you don't tell
me something about yourself,

I'm gonna have to make it up.

You're... tough on the outside,

but... I think you're a
big softie on the inside.

Mm, the kind of guy who

carries missing person's
posters in his bag.

Hey, you know, I should
get back to the...

Mm. Mmh-mnh.

You're not going anywhere

until you tell me something.

Anything.

When I say that I'm from
everywhere, I mean it.

I come from a military family.

We moved around a lot.

But no matter where we went,

my father would
find an old theater

playing a cowboy movie.

And he'd drag us off to see it.

See, was that so hard?

So... why do you carry
those posters around?

Cheyenne is my sister.

And I carry the posters around

because somebody
keeps taking 'em down.

And I'm not gonna let
this town forget her.

She over moved here
a few years ago.

And just stopped
answering my calls.

So... I put my life on the hold,

and I moved here
to try to find her.

But when the police just
wouldn't take me serious,

wouldn't respond...

I bought that old RV out there

and I took it upon myself.

And that was two years ago.

- She's lucky to have you.
- Listen, I gotta go, all right?

Goodnight.

What are
you doing here?

I just wanted to
come by and see Brianna.

I can't let
you do that. Let's go.

Hey, come on, come on.

Get your, get your hands off me.

Bro, this is my house.

Michael.

Brianna! Tell him to let me go.

What are you doing here?

I came to see how you're doing.

Pick up a few things.
I'll only be a minute.

Let him up.

Wow.

This place looks great.

You've been taking
good care of it.

Hey, House, put on some coffee.

Right away, Michael.

I missed this place.

I missed that view.

I missed that view more.

I forgive you, by the way.

- For testifying against me.
- Michael.

You're lucky
they let you stay here.

You got off easy,
trust me. Prison is...

Michael!

What are you doing here?

You know I can get
in trouble for this.

I'm sorry. I
just wanted to see you.

You have no idea how lonely
it was in that place.

Well, here I am. Because of you.

And you can stop everything
that you've been doing now.

-Stop what? -All of it!

The theatrics, the-the
photographs, everything.

-You've made your point.
-Photographs?

What are you, what
are you talking about?

You have been taking
pictures of me.

And leaving them outside.

- Has someone been bothering you?
- Michael, please.

You think I would do
something like that?

I'm trying to move
forward with my life.

I'm sorry, I just...

I just don't know
who else could be doing this.

How many of these
have you gone through?

Stop it.

I was
hoping you'd slow down

on the drinking a little, but...

It's none of your business.

It's my business
when it's my wine.

And my home.

Michael, please.

Could you just tell
the truth? For once.

Brianna, I've been
in prison for months.

I have no idea what's
going on. Okay?

But if you're in some kind of
trouble, or you're scared...

I can always help you.

And I want you to
know that I'm sorry

about how everything went down.

Things are different now.

And I can prove that
to you if you let me.

Xavier, can you
show him out please?

House, lower the temperature.

House, turn off the heater.

House, are you there?

Xavier?

Xavier!

Bri, wake up. Hey!

Hey, hey, hey. Bri, wake up!

Hey, hey, hey.

I came as soon as I
seen all the lights flashing.

The keypad wouldn't let me in.

I was gonna break
the window, but...

then the door just unlocked.

Michael.

Michael?

He's the only other person

that could have
control over the house.

Why would he do that,
come in and hit you

when he's on parole?

To remind me I can't escape him.

Bri.

Check this out.

Is that a camera?

Yeah.

Hidden in the picture frame.

I thought there were no
cameras in the house.

I didn't think there were.

Son of a bitch has been
watching me this entire time?

Are there cameras everywhere?

-Can he see me everywhere?
-Uh, calm down.

I'll sweep the house.

I'll see if there're more, okay?

Xavier, I'm a sitting duck here.

We have to do something.

I think I know
someone who can help.

I promise we'll figure this out.

Could you just stay
the night in the house?

Just for now.

I have a guestroom
that you can use.

It's just, ah...

I don't want to be alone.

Of course.

I don't know.

All right. That's all of them.

Wow.

So, how do you know each other?

Dex and I used to work together.

Yeah, okay.

So here's the deal, someone
gained access to your system

via the app that
controls the house.

I tried to track the IP address,
but nothing's coming up.

Probably spoofed through a VPN.

What do you mean?

It means that your attacker
covered their tracks.

Exactly. I locked out any other
users, so only you have control.

Now, about the cameras.

I can't find a way to access
the video feeds online.

Meaning, it's being
stored locally.

- So we can watch the footage?
- Oh, no. That's the thing.

It's not being
stored locally here.

I was able to track it to a
location closer to the city.

About fifty miles away.

Michael's house.

It was our main residence.
Has to be there.

If you want to see the footage,
that's where you'll find it.

That's not really an option.

Oh, my God. Cool.

Maybe I could go in.

Get in and out before
anybody sees me.

I'm not staying here alone.

And, you don't
know the property.

-I used to live there. -Hm.

I could help if I could just
get the hell out of this house.

Oh, I can get you outta here.

-Really? -Yeah.

That ankle monitor
uses a SIM card

with GPS to determine
your position,

and a cell data network to
send the coordinates back.

So all you really need to
do is build a Faraday cage

to block the signal,
fake a phone network

to bypass any tamper
control, remove the SIM card

and access it with
your phone, boom.

I have no idea
what you just said.

Basically, your probation
officer will think

that your phone is
your ankle monitor.

It can buy you a
little bit of time.

I'm in.

First, we'll have to get to
Michael's safe room upstairs.

It's where the
security system is.

That's where we'll
find the hard drive.

Safe room. This guy
would have a safe room.

You know, if you want
to break into a house

anything like this one,
there's going to be some

serious tech involved.

And we're talkin' cameras,
alarms, motion lights.

We'll just wait until
he goes upstairs.

If we can cut the power out,

we can get in without
him seeing us.

I can try and access
the power grid remotely.

-Turn it off there. -Great.

But, he has a backup
generator in the backyard.

It automatically turns on
when the power goes out.

We'll have to disarm
it, so we can get inside

and get out before
he figures it out.

So, if we take the hard
drive, will that automatically

wipe the footage
of us bein' inside?

Th-theoretically.

Say we find out
Michael is behind this.

We can't exactly just take the
stolen footage to the police.

All the lies he's told...

all the times he's made
me question myself over

and over again...

I just need to know.

Okay. I'll get to work on
breaking into the power grid.

It should only take
me a day of two.

So, how do we stop the
signal to her ankle monitor?

I have a plan.

It loses signal down here.

But be careful.

If it gets damaged
or it cuts off,

it starts recording
and cops will show up.

Good to know.

Well, you know what? You can
use my phone for network.

Bri's gonna need hers.

How chivalrous.

Don't forget to put the SIM
card back when you're done.

Got it.

Probably get a call in
a few minutes anyway.

Hey, Nancy.

Uh, yeah, yeah. No, no, no.

I forgot. I forgot.
I'm sorry.

Yes, I'm in the basement.

No. I'll head, I'll
head upstairs right now.

Do you see me?

You don't?

No, no, no. You don't
have to send anybody over.

It's okay.

I... Oh, good.

Good, you see me. Yes.

I'm sorry. Goodnight.

Oh, my God. I thought
they'd have a heart attack.

It worked!

You know this is insane, right?

-Yeah. -Well, you're ready?

As ready
as I'm gonna be.

I'm gonna be driving
though, okay?

-No. I need to...
-Your RV is not inconspicuous.

Whatever you say.

Xavier and I, um, we served
together in the marines.

He's a really good man.

Come on.

Come on, Michael. Go
upstairs already. Jesus!

Hey, we can pull this off.

The most illegal thing I've
ever done was skip school.

This is just...

Just nerves.

-Talk to me. -About what?

Anything.

What's the first
thing you want to do

when come off house arrest?

Go for a run.

I miss feeling the
wind on my face.

I used to run up and
down this hill...

until Michael decided
it was too dangerous.

How did you meet him anyway?

Sophia introduced us.

Took me to a party at
this house, actually.

Never thought I'd live here.

That's enough about Michael.

What about you?
What're your plans?

Well, I've been so
focused on Cheyenne that

I haven't thought
much beyond that.

Do you have any leads?

I searched her apartment
right before she went missing.

And I got into her phone
records, there was a number

that she was calling, but, uh...

I haven't been able
to track it down.

The number that
you asked me about?

Yeah.

Apparently, it's
from a burner phone.

I gave that information
to the police and...

they didn't do anything
with that either.

Okay, that's our cue.

Ready?

Hey, Dex. He's upstairs.

Are you ready?

Let's go.

You know how to pick locks too?

Yeah.

This one's a little tinier.

I'm just really,
so good at this.

Just, just a second, Bri.

We'll be in no time.

- This is your room?
- Once upon a time.

Why, this piece of shit!

Got it.

Here's the system.

Okay, but what am I looking for?

It's a plastic or a metal box.

But they're all
plastic and metal. Which one?

The hard drive.

Just look.

This is the address
to the lake house.

Well, that's it.

The tape, the tape!

Michael, did you get it working?

"Let there be light."

Now, where were we?

Close the door, he's coming.

-Close the door, go! -Ah!

It's stuck.

Did you open that?

-Did you go in there? -No.

Did you go through my things?

No.

I was literally in the shower
with you, the power went out

and, and I stayed right here.

I didn't go anywhere.

Then why is the damn door open?

I don't know.

Well, I
didn't go in there.

That leaves one other person.

So don't talk to me
like I'm an idiot!

Get your
hands off of me!

That is my
private space, you have

no right being in there.

I wasn't.

You can go screw yourself.

I'm leaving.

Shit! Wait,
Mackenzie. I'm sorry.

Hold on a minute.
You don't have to go.

Hello, Nancy?

What do you mean
you can't see me?

Ms. Collins?

Hey, Nancy!

Told you I was here.

We've been here one too
many times, Ms. Collins.

And your behavior is
increasingly erratic.

I'm sorry. I told
you about the...

That's no longer an excuse.

Okay? I'm sorry. We went
over this. Cuff her.

No, wait.

Nancy, please.

I've had a...

a really, really rough year.

I lost my husband,

my home, my freedom.

Ev-everything I've loved

has been taken from me.

But I'm here!

I'm here where I'm
supposed to be.

Please! Please! Just
give me one more chance.

- Good morning.
- Morning to you, too.

Hey, I love this kitchen.

How was your night?

Before or after
breaking and entering?

Ah. So, the hard
drive is encrypted.

I have to run it by Dex,

and with any luck, we're
gonna have some answers soon.

Great.

Something I need you to know.

I found this phone under
Michael's bed last night.

It's a burner phone.

It's the phone that Cheyenne was
calling when she disappeared.

Hold on.

Cheyenne was calling Michael?

Cheyenne disappeared
at Sandpoint Lake.

So that means, the
son of a bitch had

something to do with it.

Ah! That's Dex. I got to go. I'm
gonna go through the footage.

-Wait, you're leaving? -Yeah.

I'll be back soon.

All right?

Have there been any incidents
since I saw you last?

Break-ins, things like that?

Oh, plenty.

Probably just the
house settling, though.

I understand you've been working
with Xavier Johnson recently?

I didn't have a lot of options
after you guys turned me down.

Have you had any
issues with him?

Why would I have issues?

Are you familiar with his...

criminal record?

He's currently a suspect in the
disappearance of his sister,

Cheyenne Clark.

We're building a
case against him.

But if I were you,
I'd keep my distance.

I don't understand.

Xavier isn't a criminal.
He's private security.

That background is part of
what makes him so dangerous.

How did you get that
black eye, Ms...

What about Michael?

Is he involved in
the Cheyenne case?

Well, he was a
person of interest.

But we cleared him quickly.

-Air-tight alibi.
-Which was what?

-A work trip. -Oh...

Corroborated by several
of his colleagues.

Does that sound right to you?

He did a lot of things
I wasn't aware of.

I didn't even know
he knew Cheyenne.

I know this is a lot to take in.

But you can trust me.

My only priority is your safety.

Mr. Johnson has a
history of violence.

I don't know how he'll
react if he's pushed.

Ms. Collins?

Ms. Collins?

Do you understand what
I'm saying to you?

Detective Hall.

Ah-huh.

I'll be right there.

Michael was just struck
in a hit-and-run.

He's enroute to the hospital.

Witnesses say an
RV fled the scene.

Uh...

What? What do you mean?

Wait, what do I do?

Well, sit still. Is there
someone you can call

to be with you?

Did Xavier do this?

No. I don't think so.

But now I have no idea.

Especially after everything
that's happened to Michael.

Xavier did have a lot to gain.

The man showed up in an old RV

and now he's living
in your lakeside home.

You didn't sleep
with him, did you?

Ah. Hey.

I've been calling you.

Listen, Dex finally
cracked this.

Somethin' wrong?

What happened to your mirror?

It was like that when
I left Dex's house.

I don't know. I
didn't see it happen.

And why do you have those
polaroid's of Cheyenne?

They look just like the
pictures that were taken of me.

I got those from
Cheyenne's apartment.

Those are the last
pictures I have of her.

I want to thank you.

Really.

But I think that we
should stop this.

What? Working together?

Or us?

Both.

Bri.

I don't know what's
going on with you.

But all I've tried
to do was help you.

We are so close to
figuring this out.

And I don't want what
happened to Cheyenne

to happen to you.

I put your things in a box.

You should leave.

Bri.

Oh, um, you're
better on your own.

Right?

Well, here.

This belongs to you.

You did the right thing.

We have an officer
watching Mr. Johnson

while we move
forward on an arrest.

He won't come
anywhere near there

without being intercepted.

Thank you, detective.

I'm sorry... for all-all this.

Listen to me.
Someone has a plan in mind,

they're gonna make it happen.

That's not on you.

You're safe now.

Like the detective said,
he won't come near here.

Look, let's take your
mind off of this.

I'm going to go change
into some sweats

and then let's watch
some trashy TV, okay?

Detective, Xavier's RV
is outside of my house.

You said you would have
a cop on him by now.

Sofia!

Oh...

Michael Miller. County
Sheriff's Department.

Hello?

Hi. What's goin' on?

Uh, the hospital called
regarding a hit-and-run.

Do you have a moment?

Look, I already went through
this with the other guy,

the detective.

Detective?

Yeah, one of you guys from
the sheriff's department.

Uh, do you remember
who you spoke with?

Joe Hall.

Joe Hall. Uh...

You ever heard of him?

Sir, there is no
Detective Joe Hall

from the sheriff's department.

Who are you?

That depends on who you ask.

Or who's paying.

But you can call me Joe.

Where's Sofia?

Uh, you don't need to
worry about her anymore.

What do you want from me?

I don't want anything from you.

You ever had a
cockroach problem?

Uh, probably not with
a house this nice.

But the shithole I grew up in,

had 'em everywhere.

They're persistent
little bastards.

Impossible to kill unless
you got a good plan.

Turns out, your little
boyfriend over here

is pretty persistent too.

That Cheyenne girl...

she's dead.

I weighed her down and dumped
her right into that lake.

I take down every one of the
posters of her around town.

It's not that I need to.

Nobody cares about her
any more, except him.

He keeps on pushing it.

So, he's got to go.

Is he dead?

Not yet.

But with the amount of
dope I shot him up with...

he should be close.

In the end, he'll look like
a war vet turned drug addict

who couldn't handle his
girlfriend breaking up with him.

So he got high as a helicopter

and killed her before
taking his own life.

Tragic.

Between you and me,

I feel really bad
involving you in all this.

Honestly, I respect you.

Getting all this just for
banging a guy for a few years.

Now that's a scam.

They call me a con man, but you,

you robbed your husband
blind and played the victim.

Pfft. Now that takes balls.

Well...

I hope you enjoyed it
all while it lasted.

I'll make it quick.

Promise.

It won't hurt at all.

Please.

Please don't do this.

You don't have to do.

Hmm!
I love this song!

Hmm!

Thank you.

Wait.

Can I just say one last thing?

No.

Xavier. Xavier!

Oh!

No!

No!

No!

Oh, my God...

-Ah! -Leave her alone!

Oh, you're gonna regret this.

Now I'm gonna make you feel it.

Xavier, please, can you hold on?

-Hold on. -I'm okay.

I'm okay, partner.

Sophia! Sophia! Sophia!

Sophia?

So-Sofia?

Oh, my God! Sofia!

Sofia...

Help!

I was going through
the hard drive.

Everything points back to Joe.

-So who was he? -Joe Mitchell.

He had a record.

Most recently for assault.

And...

when they pulled Cheyenne's
body out of the lake,

DNA was linked back to him.

-Xavier. -Hey, it's okay.

At least you're safe.

Why?

Why me? Why Cheyenne?

Sometimes there's
no explanation.

I feel like there's
something more.

It's time for us
both to move on.

I'll see you around.

How were you
controlling the house?

Oak-y with a finish of nutmeg.

You did a great job
cleaning up the place.

Wish I could've helped.

How're you feeling now?

Better than I have in
a long time, actually.

Starting to think about
what I'll do next.

Once I'm free.

I'm so glad.

So catch me up.

Did the police close
the investigation?

Yeah.

They wrapped it
up, and moved on.

Joe attacked me. And
it's pretty cut and dry.

There's just one thing

that I'm having trouble with.

And maybe you can help me.

Of course. Anything.

I know why Joe wanted
to kill Xavier.

But why was he after me?

Why pretend to be a cop at all?

It's common to have questions
after something like this.

A lot of victims
struggle to find closure.

Maybe.

You must be relieved your
stalker's finally gone.

I would be...

But Joe wasn't my stalker.

At least, not the only one.

You were, Sofia.

The both of you.

Bri, that's ridiculous.

You said it yourself,
Joe attacked you.

-I don't know why.
-I think you do.

There's a common thread
between Xavier and Joe...

You.

Is that what this is about?

How was I supposed
to know? He...

Court records show that you
represented a Joseph Mitchell

in an assault case a
few years back, and won.

You both knew each other.

The firm represents
a lot of people, Bri.

And don't forget,
he attacked me too.

The cops found an
RV parked down the street

missing a mirror.

Just like Xavier's.

But it was registered to Joe.

And Xavier's RV was
at a friend's house

when the mirror was smashed.

I was at work.

I can have a dozen
colleagues vouch for me.

I assumed you
would cover your tracks.

But I didn't think
you'd be so bad at it.

Then again, you didn't
expect us to survive.

And Joe was with me
when Michael got hit.

So...

it must have been you driving.

Stop it. That's enough.

If you want to end a friendship
over a bunch of circumstantial

evidence, that's fine.

If you go down this
road, it's your loss.

House lock the doors.

Are you out of your mind?

I spent weeks looking
through the security footage

from the cameras that you
or I didn't know about.

You know what I found?

Michael saved some
really interesting clips.

You were screwing my husband.

That's what all this is about.

I knew you were in love
with him, I just didn't

think that you would
take it this far.

Is that why you had
Cheyenne killed?

You knew that Michael
would never let me go.

And Xavier would
never let Cheyenne go.

So you needed us both dead.

You'll never prove any of this.

I'll be right back.

Hey, Brianna. Uh, my
work trip got cut short.

Yeah, it was pretty boring.
I'll be home later tonight.

Bye. I love you, baby.

Hey, something came up
with work. I gotta go.

You got the login for the
app that controls the house.

You could just lock
up before you leave.

You knew how to control
the house from your phone.

But what you didn't
know was, you were just

a distraction for Michael.

You couldn't even
keep him happy.

That's why he needed me.

Is that what you told Joe
so that he could help you?

Or were you screwing him, too?

-Joe was simple.
-Not like Michael.

He loved me.

He wanted Cheyenne.

And he just merely tolerated you

because you made yourself easy.

Michael does love me!

He'll realize it
once you're gone.

And since Joe couldn't kill
you, I'll have to do it myself.

Remember when all this started

and you said that
this was a game.

Well, I'm playing.

This thing records audio when
it's being tampered with.

And I smashed it right
before you came over.

Clumsy me.

The police, they're on their
way right now, and they

heard everything
that you just said.

I never understood
what he saw in you.

You were always so needy.
With Michael, With me.

I do fine on my own.

And I'm pretty sure that
my lawyer sleeping with my

co-defendant is
pretty good grounds

to get my plea deal thrown out.

House, unlock the doors.

You didn't even need me.

Hey.

So I called that police
department up in Oakland.

Your man got an interview
next week.

-Yes! Congratulations.
-Thank you.

Where do you think you're goin'?

-Hm? -Out.

We still have to pack.

You still have to pack.

I'm packin'.