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- FORTUNE 5 water?

FORTUNE 5 water?

Enjoy.

Excuse me.

Uh, do you realize that
you're sitting in an exit row?

- Yes.
- Yes.

- [Attendant] And do you
accept the responsibility

of assisting others in
the event of an emergency?

- Yes.
- Yes.

- Thank you. Enjoy your flight.

- Thank you.
- Thanks.

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You have kids?

- Yes. I have a son.

You?
- No.

None yet.

I'm a little old school.

Prefer to be settled down,
married first.

- That's nice.

- My parents, they stayed
married until, well,

I had a pretty good
childhood for the most part.

- Excuse me.

(soft suspenseful music)

Hi, baby.

Hey, we're about to take off.
I love you.

Tell your dad I said I love him.

- Okay, I love you, too.

When you get home can we-

- Let's talk about this later,
okay?

(phone beeps)

- No family's perfect, though.

(dark suspenseful music)
(metronome clicking)

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(dark suspenseful music)
(metronome clicking)

(airplane rumbling)

(alert chiming)

- Attention, passengers.

We're experiencing a bit of
turbulence here at takeoff.

All personal items
should remain stowed

beneath the seat in
front of you.

We expect the turbulence
to subside in a few minutes

and we should have a smooth
flight the rest of the way.

Current local temperature
in Atlanta is 74 degrees.

(plane clattering)
(soft dramatic music)

(tense suspenseful music)

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- [Bryce] Oh, god.

- [Pilot] Good afternoon,
flight 238 passengers.

We are experiencing unexpected
mechanical problems.

We're getting a signal the
planes engine's failing

to communicate properly
with the fuel line.

We'll be making an
emergency landing.

(Sasha screams)

- I'm here for you.

You're gonna be okay.

We're all gonna be okay.

My name's Clint, okay?

(Sasha screams)

- [Recording] Thank
you for calling

the Airways Air
emergency contact line.

Flight 238 is currently
making an emergency landing.

Please hold.
- Oh, God dammit!

Why is she on that plane?

(plane roaring)

- May I ask your name, please?

- My name is Sasha. Sasha Dade.

- Thanks.

- Sasha.

(soft dramatic music)

You okay?

(soft dramatic music)

(announcer speaking
indistinctly)

- [Sasha] I'm so
happy you're here.

* I see you *

* Over there *

* I wonder *

* Would you care *

(Bryce and Sasha groaning)

* If I called you sometime *

- [Bryce] Make a baby?

- [Sasha] I hope so.

I don't wanna lose anymore.

I'm not getting any younger.

- [Bryce] Oh, baby.

You're so beautiful.

If we didn't, I'm
gonna keep making

all this good love to
you till we do.

- Promise?

- Of course.

Which reminds me.

I want you, I want you
to go see your doctor

and get a checkup, okay?

That whole thing was
pretty scary.

- I know.

I'll see Dr. Rhand next week.

I just wanna spend some
time with BJ today.

- Okay.

- Mmm.

Well, well, look who's already
up and ready for school.

When did you start making
your own breakfast?

- I knew you'd be tired
from your trip,

so I thought I should be a
little more grown up today

and do it myself.

- It looks like you did a
fantastic job.

Maybe you can do this with
cleaning your room, too?

Maybe at least once a week?

- Oh.
- [Bryce] Hi.

- As soon as you're done,
I'll take you to school.

- Uh, great. Thanks, Mom.

- You sure?

You wanna stay home and
get some rest?

- Yeah, I'm sure.

I'll take him.

- Okay.

(phone jangling)

(plane roaring)

(Clint chuckling)

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- There you are.

(plane roaring)

(Sasha sighs)

(tense dramatic music)

(horn honking)

- Mom, are you okay?
- Yes.

Who's this idiot behind
me that can't wait?

I'm droppin' off my son!

- But Mom, we have been
here for a minute.

- BJ, don't talk to
me like that.

I'm your mother, okay?

- Yes. I'm sorry, Mom.

- Get in there.

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- All right.

Lookin' good.

Let's see, 150.

Sasha,

I heard about

the plane being diverted.

Now, this can be a very
scary ordeal.

It is normal to have
feelings of anxiety

after a scare like that.

So, you know if you need to
talk, you can talk to me.

All right?

And if you need some rest,
make sure you get it.

Now the body is amazing
that it will protect

itself from trauma,

but it doesn't mean you
have experienced trauma.

- [Sasha] Thanks, Dr. Rhand.
- Mmm, okay.

Now I wanna ask you a
couple questions.

Have you been having any
problems eating or sleeping?

- No. I feel just fine.

- Okay.

Do you have any
feelings of anxiety?

- No.

I'm not more worried
about anything.

- Okay.

Do you have any feelings
of fear or loss?

For example, being only
concerned with your family,

with Bryce Sr., Jr., or anyone
else that's close to you.

- Not at all.

Bryce Sr.'s been amazing.

He was there to pick me up

and we've been
talking constantly.

I feel very safe and secure.

- Oh.

Okay. Well, you look good.

Everything is well.

Blood pressure is good.

Your heart rate is normal.

Now I am concerned though
with the muscle tension

along your neck and
your shoulders.

Okay, so what I wanna do is
prescribe a muscle relaxer

for you for 30 days, okay?

All right, now only use
this if you have to.

And if you're beginning to
feel that muscle tension

after 30 days, make
sure you call me

and we'll set up an appointment.

But I don't see any
reason why you would need

anxiety medication.

- Okay.
Thank you so much, Dr.

Rhand.

I really do feel great.
- Good.

- I'm just thankful the
incident wasn't more serious.

- Absolutely.

Now, are you going to
work anytime soon?

- Yes, headed to the office now.

- Well, I don't see any
reason why you can't go back

to your normal routine.
- Okay.

- All right?

But again, if you
feel any changes,

give me a call to make an
appointment, all right?

- I will.

Thank you so much, Dr. Rhand.
- You're welcome.

- Have a wonderful day.
- Be safe. You, too.

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- Hey, hey, Sasha!

Welcome back.
- Hey, Doug.

- I heard you skipped a flight.

Because the onboard
advertising sucked?

- Thanks, Doug.

If that were the case,

there wouldn't be any planes
that get off the ground.

- Seriously though.

If you'd been hurt, I
would've been down there,

kicking some Airways Air's ass.

- Thankfully the entire
ordeal was without incident.

I'm fine, really.

Plus, you can't afford
to get arrested again.

I need you on this pitch.

- That wasn't my fault.

She tried to take my dog.

I mean, we were broken
up, but the dog was mine.

I need a best friend, too.

Where's Emily?

- Drinking.
- What?

Why is she drinking?

- She's a little nervous
she might get fired.

- Fired for what?
- Drinking.

- Can you text her and let her
know I wanna meet at 2:00pm

to see where we are
with the pitch?

- Mmm-hmm.

Emily, Sasha's back.

She wants to meet at 2:00pm.

Don't worry.
You're not fired today.

Done.
- Thank you.

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(patrons chatting indistinctly)

- [Clint] Hi there.

This seat taken?

- Uh, no.
- Good.

- My name's Clint. What's yours?

- Mikhela.

- Hi, Mikhela. Nice to meet you.

- Nice to meet you.

- So what brings you
in here today?

- Uh, it's been a long day.

Just getting food after work.

- Hmm.
Can I make a recommendation?

- Sure.

- Try the mango smoothie.

It's not too hot, not too cold.

Just right, like you.

- Well, thank you.

- Come on, Dad! Mom is winning!

Yeah, Mom! Go, Mom!

- That's right, BJ! I got this!

Who's your momma? (chuckles)

- Yeah, boy, who's your daddy?

- Stop it, Bryce! It's no fair.

- Mom, get the controller!
Dad's catching up!

- Whoa, whoa, whoa!

- Make Daddy pay, BJ.
- Whoa, whoa.

- All right, finish him off.

Then it's lights out for you.

It's almost time for bed.

- You said it, Mom.
- [Sasha] Mmm.

(dark suspenseful music)

(keyboard clicking)

(wallet tapping)

- Fuck!

(dark suspenseful music)

(car alarm beeping)

(engine starts)

(dark suspenseful music)

- [Sasha] "Dear Sasha Dade.

We are a nonprofit
organization in Washington D.C.

and we need your help with
an advertising campaign

to help us create
awareness of our mission.

We provide services to keep
at-risk families together

so that innocent children
will not end up in foster care

when their parents face
unexpected financial hardships

that could force them
into homelessness.

We understand your agency
is a for-profit company

and this type of work may
be unusual, but we need you.

We believe you, specifically,

would be the best person
to lead this campaign,

giving your commitment
to a family as a wife

and mother of a young son,

and your track record of
success as an executive.

If we don't gain more
attention soon,

we risk losing funding,

and as a result we'll no
longer be able to help

the people who need it most."

Wow. Interesting.

They know so much about me.

They must've read my bio and
they want me specifically.

Okay.

(Clint sighs)
(upbeat electronic music)

- Yes.

More.

More. Yes.

Yes.

Mmm. Sasha.

Mmm.

(soft suspenseful music)

- Hi, Doug. It's Sasha.

I just saw a cancellation
for a meeting this afternoon.

Any reason why?

- [Doug] Oh. Hi, Sasha.

I thought you were gone.

I went to lunch earlier
and your car wasn't there,

so I just thought you left.

- No, I've been here all day.

- [Doug] Oh, I am so sorry.

I should've confirmed.

I'll get it back on
your calender

and I'll be in your
office in a few minutes.

- Okay, thanks, Doug.
I appreciate it.

Oh, listen.

We're bringing on a new account.

I wanna talk more about it
this afternoon when we meet.

(dark suspenseful music)

(car alarm beeps)

(engine starts)

- Perfect.

(dark suspenseful music)

(Clint sighs)

(dark suspenseful music)

(Clint sighs)

- Why would he think?

* Just my imagination *

* Runnin' away with me *

* It's just my imagination *

* Runnin' away *

(dark suspenseful music)

Mikhela?

Sweetheart?

What the fuck?

(dark suspenseful music)
(heartbeat pounding)

(Sasha sobs)

Bryce, how could you?

We're tryin' to make a baby!

Why would you do this?

I've been doing everything I
could for us and our family,

and now this?

I've loved you without a
doubt from the beginning!

And I will not be put
through this!

Not now, not ever!

(Sasha sobs)

I will not be played for a fool.

(Sasha sobs)

I don't believe this.

(Sasha sobs)

(Sasha exhales deeply)

(engine starts)

(crickets chirping)

(Sasha cries softly)

No, no.

I can't do it.

Please.

Somebody help me.

- [Bryce] Sasha. Sash?

- [Sasha] Let go, let go!
- [Bryce] Sasha.

- [Sasha] He's gonna
help me serve.

- [Bryce] Sash. Shh.

(Sasha whimpers)

- [Bryce] Don't push me
away. Don't push me away.

Shh.

Sash?

- [Sasha] Keep me safe.
- [Bryce] Sash.

- [Sasha] Are we gonna live?

- [Bryce] Sash, Sash?

- [Sasha] Oh! (gasping)
- [Bryce] Shh. Shh.

Sasha. It's me, it's Bryce.

BJ's in the other room.

- [Sasha] Oh!

- [Bryce] You're in here
with me, baby, okay?

(Sasha crying)

Relax.

It's gonna be.

Shh.

(Sasha crying)
(dark suspenseful music)

- So when I was about
eight years old,

we, well, my parents and
two older brothers and I,

we were just coming back into
town from a family vacation.

We pulled into the
garage and bam!

A mouse dropped down from
the top of the garage.

(Mikhela laughs)

My mom was petrified.
(Mikhela laughs)

My dad was tryin' to
console her,

and my brothers and I, we
thought it was hilarious.

We could not contain
our laughter.

My dad started getting pissed
because the more we laughed,

the more upset Mom got.

So he told us, well,

why don't you stay in
the garage all night?

Well, we did.

My brothers and I
stayed in there,

tried to catch that mouse
the whole night.

We were foolin' around and
eventually they fell asleep,

but

I didn't.

I was determined to
catch that mouse.

(dark suspenseful music)

I even put on headphones
to listen to music

so I could stay up and the
mouse wouldn't hear me.

Come to think of it,

I think that's the

quietest and most still

I'd ever been in my entire life.

(Clint sighs)

Finally, I, I saw the mouse.

Peeked his head out
under a bench,

and that's when I made my move.

Slowly.
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Quietly.
(dark suspenseful music)

So slow.
(dark suspenseful music)

So quiet.
(dark suspenseful music)

So slow.
(dark suspenseful music)

So quietly.
(dark suspenseful music)

And bam!

Jabbed it with the
front end of a hoe,

killing it in just
that one strike.

It startled my brothers, too.

They woke up and were
pissed because

I'm the one who
killed the mouse,

so I got the bragging rights.

I think that

was when I realized

the excitement

of fear.

(dark suspenseful music)

You like it, right?

- Uh, yeah.

Yeah, I love it.

- Relax, baby, relax.

You're with me.

(dark suspenseful music)

Sleep tight, princess.

(dark suspenseful music)

(tires screeching)
(dog yelps)

(Clint chuckles)

Now why do you, as an animal,

think you have the right of way?

Really?

An animal, trying to
cross the street

in the middle of the night.

(Clint chuckles)

Hey, Clint.

What do you call a dog
trying to cross the street

in the middle of the night?

A dead dog, that's what.

(dark suspenseful music)

(dog whines)

I didn't mean to hit you.

You kind of just got in the way.

I wanted to let you go by.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

(Clint sighs)

I guess this is a beginning
and end for both of us, huh?

(dark suspenseful music)

(bones crack)
(dog yelps)

(dark suspenseful music)
(plane roaring)

(passengers screaming)

(Sasha panicking)

(Sasha gasping)

(Sasha panicking)

Now this is a house that
was recently sold

to a beautiful couple.

- [Woman] It's a really
beautiful house.

- [Clint] Yeah, great
neighborhood, too.

Safe at night.

- [Woman] Oh, this is
really nice out front.

I'm gonna take a picture
for my husband.

- [Clint] Oh, sure we can.
- [Woman] Thank you.

Oh!

(Sasha panicking)

I love it!

- [Clint] Nice garage.

- [Woman] Yes, I'm in
love with this house.

- [Clint] Do me a favor.

Send me a copy of those
pictures if you can.

- [Woman] Of course. No problem.

(dark suspenseful music)

(BJ humming)

- BJ, that's enough.
(BJ humming)

BJ, I said that's enough!

- But Mom, I have to keep
practicing to get better.

- No, you don't.
It is good enough.

I do not wanna hear that
song anymore right now.

Just get in the house
and get ready for bed!

- It's a good song and
you liked it.

(Sasha sighs)

- Sash, why'd you get
so upset at BJ today?

I love that boy like
he's my own, all right?

That's why we gave him my name.

Listen.
(Sasha sighs)

(Bryce scoffs)

We can't go on like this.

- Well, if you don't want
it to go on like this,

get rid of Mikhela.

- What?

Who is Mikhela?

- Who is Mikhela, Bryce?

Oh, I can't believe this.

I found a jewelry store
card in my car

that had Mikhela and
sweetheart written on it!

You wanna give someone a ring?

You wanna buy someone
else a ring?

You don't have to do that.
Have mine!

- What the hell are you talkin'
about?

I don't know anyone
named Mikhela!

Sasha, I'm not leaving you!

And I don't know where that
jewelry store card came from!

I promise you, baby!

God damn!

- I told you the day you
leave this house

to be with another woman,
this marriage is over.

- I feel like I don't
even know you right now.

It's like I'm talkin' to
someone who's thinkin',

you're not hearin'
anything I'm saying!

- What do you want me to say?

That it's okay as long as
you're home fucking me tonight?

I'm your wife!

I come, I always come first!

Always!

(dark suspenseful music)

- Well, what do you think, babe?

Would you like to live in
a neighborhood like this?

- Babe, you. (screams)

- Look at me, motherfucker.

Who the fuck are you?
- Oh my God!

- Look at me.

You got some business
with my wife or somethin'?

I will blow your head off,
motherfucker.

- Would you mind putting down
your fucking gun, please?

My fiance and I are
looking for a new home.

I noticed how nice yours
is, so I slowed down.

- It's not for sale.

- (chuckles) Sorry to
disturb you.

(dark suspenseful music)

- You wanna talk
about last night?

- You ready to be
honest with me?

- Sasha, I was honest with you.

I don't know where that
jewelry store card came from.

- Bryce, I'm finding that
hard to believe right now.

I need some space tonight.

Just leave, okay?

- [Bryce] You really want
me to leave my own house?

You want me to leave you
and BJ over this?

(soft dramatic music)

(Bryce sighs)

(kiss smacking)

Okay.

I'll give you your space.

Kiss my son goodnight for me.

(soft piano music)

(dark suspenseful music)

- Bryce, I asked for
one night apart.

Please go.

(dark suspenseful music)

- Damn.

You haven't had to crash
at my place in 20 years.

What did you do?

- Nothin'. Honestly.

Sasha don't believe me.

I just need to crash for
one night, man.

(soft piano music)

(pills clattering)

(Sasha sighs)

(dark suspenseful music)

(phone jangling)

- [Sasha] Goodnight, sweetheart.

- [BJ] Ah! The light!
- [Sasha] BJ!

- [BJ] Sorry, Mom.

- Do you know how many
kids don't have, ugh.

Dammit, just go to sleep!

(dark suspenseful music)

(Bryce sighs)

(dark suspenseful music)

(pills rattling)

(dark suspenseful music)

(Sasha sighs)

(dark suspenseful music)

(Sasha crying softly)

Bryce, you said for
better or worse.

You just let me tell you
go and you went!

You're my husband!

You're supposed to fight
harder for me!

You're supposed to fight harder!

It's like what I'm feeling,
like what I'm feeling.

I need.

(dark suspenseful music)

(Sasha crying)

(footsteps approaching)

(dark suspenseful music)

(Sasha thuds)

(knuckles rapping)

- Hey, Dirtyman.

Thanks for everything, man.

I gotta go home.

I know this is crazy.

Just hope she's had
enough time to cool off.

Later, homie.

(dark suspenseful music)

Sasha? Sasha!

Sasha! Sasha!

Sasha.

Sasha.

Sasha, wake up, baby.

Sash, wake up for me, baby.

Oh, shit.

BJ?

(dark suspenseful music)

BJ! Let's go.

(dark suspenseful music)

- Mr. Dade.

Good evening. I'm Dr. Scott.

- Good evening, Dr. Scott.

- I want to let you know
that your wife

is going to be fine.

We've run some tests.

We found that she's had
a combination

of alcohol and muscle relaxants

and over-the-counter
anxiety medication,

and we'll be talking to
her in the morning

when she is a little
better rested.

But she is doing fine and
if you want to visit her.

- Thank you, Dr. Scott.

- Um, by the way, I see
that your wife,

she is a patient of Dr. Rhand.

- Yes, yes, she is.

I, uh, encouraged her to visit

and talk about things and
get checkups, you know.

- Good.

Yes, he, um, he's an
excellent physician.

I know him well.

And you know, if you
need anything,

please get me paged and
don't hesitate to contact me.

- [Bryce] Thank you, sir.
- Okay.

(dark suspenseful music)

- [Bryce] Hey, Sash.

- Bryce.

- [Bryce] Hey, baby.

- I don't wanna lose you.

- [Bryce] Babe, I'm not goin'
anywhere.

- I love you.

- [Bryce] I love you, too.

- What did the doctor say?

- [Bryce] He said you're
gonna be fine.

He said it was a combination
of the anxiety pills

and the alcohol and the
muscle relaxers.

Sasha, I didn't know you were
taking anxiety medication.

It was very scary to find
you like that.

- It was mild.

I thought it would help me
relax a little.

I should've told you.

- [Bryce] Hey, you can
tell me anything.

I'm your husband.

I'm never leaving you
and BJ like that again.

It's not me, Sash.

It's not why I married you.

I'm just glad I came
home when I did.

- You really left?

I thought I kept hearing you.

- [Bryce] Shh.

Just rest, baby.

I'll see you in the morning.

I love you.

(Bryce exhales deeply)

(Sasha sighs)

(dark suspenseful music)

All right, champ.

It's time to go.

BJ?

Come on, buddy.

You got school in the morning.

(dark suspenseful music)

- [Clint] Hi, Sasha.

I'm so sorry you ended up here.

But I'm here for you.

Just like before, remember?

It was just you and me.

There were others, but it
was really just you and me.

It's perfect this way,
don't you think, Sasha?

Just imagine all the things

we can be and do together.

(Clint sighs)

I know you'll believe me.

You just have to see it my way.

- [Sasha] Bryce?

(dark suspenseful music)

- [Clint] Yes, Sasha?

- [Sasha] Bryce.

(dark suspenseful music)

- [Sasha] No. No!

- [Clint] Sasha, calm down.

- Get away from me!

Somebody help me!

Bryce!

Nurse!

Did you see him? Where'd he go?

- [Nurse] Ms.
Dade, you're all right.

- I want my husband! Bryce!

- So have you always
struggled to communicate

with one another or is
this a new occurrence

in your marriage?

- No, Bryce and I have
always been open

and honest with one another.

- So what has changed,
if anything?

(dark suspenseful music)

- I, I don't know.

- I feel like I've been there
for her, like I always have,

but lately, especially
since the airplane incident,

I feel like I barely
exist to her.

- Airplane incident?
What happened?

- Sasha had a business
trip a few months ago

and the flight had an
emergency landing.

It was scary for her.

I mean, it was scary for me,

but I was there at the airport

when the airplane
finally landed.

I was there, you know?

I held her close to me to
make sure she was safe.

I was there.

- You were.

I love you.

- I just feel like even
though I've been there

by your side, you keep
pushing me away.

Sometimes you let me
make love to you,

sometimes I can
barely touch you.

- Sasha, how do you feel about
what Bryce is expressing?

- He's right.

I mean, sometimes I guess
I need a little space.

I know he's there, but I just
miss the connection sometimes.

One night I was a
little stressed,

maybe a little anxious,

I think I was having a nightmare

and Bryce was right
there to hold me.

- It was some nightmare.

- Sasha, did you have
these nightmares

before the airplane incident?

- No, not that I recall.

I mean, work can be a
little stressful at times,

so occasionally some nights
I get a little less sleep.

I mean, Bryce, have I had
problems sleeping before?

- No, babe, not like this.

And

the way you fought me off,

I thought you was thinking
about somebody else.

- [Sasha] Me thinking
of someone else?

- That's what I was thinkin'.

- All right you two, stand up.

I have an exercise.

I want you to face each
other and stare into

each other's eyes for at
least 30 seconds

and try to get to three minutes.

- I can't.

I can't do this.

- Sasha, yes, you can.
(Sasha sighs)

Sasha, you need to trust him,

and you need to trust
yourself enough to trust him.

Okay, we're gonna try this
again on the count of three.

One,

two,

three.

* Yeah, yeah *

* Yeah *

- Okay, Sasha.

It's clear that your trust
in Bryce has been broken.

Your work starts here.

Rebuilding trust.

And whenever the two of
you are about to have

a difficult conversation,

I want you to stop and
do this exercise

before you continue with
the discussion.

And Sasha, I need you to go
back to your family doctor,

discuss a little bit more
about your anxieties.

- For what? I feel fine.

- Babe, babe.
- Why would I?

- We can work through this.

At least I know it's
not another man, right?

- Of course it's not.

- I mean, I just didn't
know what was going on.

You weren't yourself,

and recently I noticed a
man kept driving

around our house slow.

Yeah, the other day I
pulled a gun on him.

I went right up to him and
wanted to know who he was.

He said his fiance and
him were looking at homes

and they liked ours.

Something didn't feel
right about it to me.

Crazy things.

(Bryce scoffs and mutters)

- What?

What, Bryce?

- His fiance reminded me of you.

(dark suspenseful music)

I don't know.

(smooth jazzy music)

- [Clint] Duke.

- Man, it's so good to see you.

- Man, of course.

- Glad you could make it, Duke.

- Of course, man.
This is special.

But two months?

Get over here. Two months?

You ready to get married
already really?

Wow.
- It's a little sudden.

But it's time now.

- I mean, she is cute.

How do you know she's
not after your money?

- (chuckles) Well, I
guess I don't.

But

she is right next to the
very best thing

anyone could ever have.

- Oh, next to?

You gotta make sure
she's number one.

Trust me. Don't settle.

It costs too much.
(Clint laughs)

- Hey, by the way,

how's that campaign coming
for your aunt's non-profit?

- Aw, man, it's
really going well.

I mean, just expose your
loan is helping.

More kids wanna actually
make it out, you know?

Like we did, and especially you.

I mean, you were lucky
enough to get adopted.

Man, look at us now.

- Man, that's so great to hear.

Just had a gut feeling
that that'll work out.

I knew that agency
wouldn't disappoint.

- Yeah, man. Hey, look.

Best of luck to you and Mikhela.

You know, I'm sorry your
mother couldn't be here.

I know she would be the judge,

but by the look of things,
I think she'd approve.

(Clint sighs)

- Thanks, Duke.

- All right, Sasha.
Take a deep breath.

(Sasha breathes deeply)

All right, take
another deep breath.

(Sasha breathes deeply)

Excellent, excellent.

Your vital signs look very good.

Blood pressure, heart rate.

Everything looks good.

And I see no physical
symptoms of anxiety.

- That's what I knew I'd hear.

I really came again because
I promised Bryce, Sr.

and our family
counselor I would.

- Well, wait a minute.
Not so fast.

Now you may be experiencing
some emotional trauma

that was not so
easily discerned.

- Well, what do you mean?

I had a few nightmares,
but that was it.

(Dr. Rhand sighs)

- You overdosed, Sasha.

- I did it right-
- Now listen, listen.

I looked at your file and
there's no need

for you to be embarrassed.

I'm here to help you.

- Well, I'm doing better.

- Okay, listen.

Healing, it takes time.

As a matter of fact, has
the airline even come to you

for any reassurance?

- Yes.

They refunded my airfare
and I received a voucher

for a future flight.

- Okay, good.

Well, listen, we're
all done here,

but if you have any concern,
make sure you call me.

- Thanks, Doctor.
- All right?

- I appreciate it.
- Okay, you take care.

- Okay.

(dark suspenseful music)

(dark suspenseful
music continues)

(urine trickling)

(toilet flushes)

(water running)

(Sasha sighs)

(lipstick clatters)

- Oh.

Excuse me, miss.

Sorry about that.

(dark suspenseful music)

(doorknob rattling)

Oh my goodness.

Miss, you won't believe this,

but the door is jammed.

Do you think you can help
me when you come out?

(door rattling)

(fist pounding)

Hello, is anybody out there?

(fist pounding)

Dr. Rhand, are you there?

Ugh!

Somebody help me!
(hand slapping)

The door won't open!

Somebody help!

I'm stuck!

- [Dr. Rhand] Hang on! Hang on!

- [Sasha] Oh!

- Sasha!

- Thank you, Dr. Rhand.

I didn't know what happened.

The door wouldn't open.
It was stuck.

Oh, I'm late.

I've got a call with a client.

I have to go.

- Sasha, you need to go
home and get some rest.

Take the next couple of days off

or get away for a few days,
okay?

Come on.
- [Sasha] Thank you.

* How can I deny your love *

- I'm so glad we came.

Thank you.
- Me, too.

(phone vibrates)

- Mmm.

Mmmm.

I got ya.

- Did we set the alarm
before we left?

- [Sasha] Yeah, we always do.

- Did you see me set it?

- [Sasha] No, I didn't
see you set it,

but I heard the beeps
when we left.

Stop worryin'. Relax with me.

- Mmm.

Haven't seen you like this
in a long time.

- [Sasha] Mmm-hmm.

- I like it.

- [Sasha] Mmm, you like it?
- [Bryce] Mmm-hmm.

- [Sasha] Show me.
- [Bryce] Mmm.

- [BJ] Mom, Dad, can we
go back there again soon?

That was so much fun.

- You liked it, right?

- The kids my age are cool,

and they like the same stuff.

- "I hope you made it
home safely?"

Bryce.

Bryce!
- What?

- How did it get here?

- BJ, BJ, go back to the car.

I gotta talk to your mom
for a minute, please.

- How did it get here?

- What are you talking about?

- Bryce, this is the
luggage tag from the bag

I was carrying on the plane.

How did it get here?

My name and address
weren't on it.

- [Bryce] What?

- What did the man look like?

The man you said that
kept driving by our house.

What did he look like?

- You think it was him?

- What did he look like?

- Oh, god, I should've
shot that motherfucker.

- What did he look like?

- Okay, um. Clean cut.

Button up shirt-type.

He had like a medium build.

Brown eyes.

I remember that 'cause
I didn't like the way

his arrogant ass looked at me.

- No, oh my gosh.

I think he was the man
from the plane.

- You gave someone on
the airplane our address?

- No, no.

- What, did he work for
the airline or somethin'?

- No, Bryce, I didn't
give anyone our address,

but there was this man,

he was sitting next to me
in the exit row,

and he was helping when
the turbulence started

and the bags were
falling everywhere.

I can't remember his name.

But I remember he was
trying to help me

and then I couldn't do
anything because I was scared.

- Oh, shit.

- Bryce, I'm sorry. I
didn't know what to do.

I shouldn't have sat there.

I just, I didn't know
this would happen.

- Baby, I'm not, I'm not
angry with you.

This man is sick. Okay?

- I thought he was
there to help me.

Oh god, he was there to help me,
Bryce!

To help me!

(Sasha sobbing)

- Hello, is anybody out there?

Dr. Rhand, are you there?

Somebody help me!

The door won't open!
(shower running)

- [Clint] Mikhela, is that you?

- [Sasha] Somebody help!
- [Mikhela] Yes, dear.

- [Sasha] Help!
- [Clint] Towel, please?

- [Sasha] Help!

- [Dr. Rhand] Hang on! Hang on!

(water draining)
(dark suspenseful music)

(gun cocks)

- Let me talk to BJ, okay?

- Okay.

(dark suspenseful music)

- Hey, kiddo.

You almost ready?

- Yes.
Are you taking me to school?

- Yes, I am.
- Oh, Mom.

Can't I just go to the bus stop?

Today's the day my friends
and I were going to talk

about our video game challenge.

I think I'm winning!

- No. No bus stop today.

You guys can talk about
that at recess

after your music lesson.

Your dad and I decided
we're gonna be

taking you to school and
picking you up for awhile, okay?

- Every day, Mom?

And now you act like you
can't mind me practicing.

You got sick and started
taking everything out on me.

I'm almost 11 and now I can't
even go to the bus stop?

- BJ, get back in here!

(Sasha sighs)

Look, your dad and I
are very proud

of how responsible you've been,

but there are some bad
people out there.

We're just trying to be a
little safer right now, okay?

- Okay.

I really can't wait till I'm
not the only child anymore.

- Come on. Let's go.

(dark suspenseful music)

- Congratulations.

You now have an offer on
your dream home.

- Yes!

Thank you, Clint.

- Thank you, Clint.

We're really excited to
be at this stage.

- That's fantastic.

And this really is a
very nice home.

I will call you as soon
as I hear back from

the seller's agent.

Thank you.

(dark suspenseful music)

- All right.

Aw.

Have a good day, okay?
- [BJ] Okay.

- Remember, your dad or I
will be here to pick you up.

- I got it, I got it.

- Have a good day!

(dark suspenseful music)

(Sasha gasps)

- Help me! He's after me!

- [Dispatcher] Miss,
where are you?

- He's following me!

- [Dispatcher] Can you
tell me what's happening?

- [Sasha] It's the man
from the plane!

- [Dispatcher] Can you
speak a little clearer?

- Help me, please!
(phone beeps)

Hello?

Hello? Hello?

Answer the phone,
answer the phone.

Please answer.
(rising suspenseful music)

- Bryce!
- [Bryce] Sasha?

- Bryce, he's here! I see him!

I see him!
The man from the plane!

(Sasha screams)

(tires screeching)

Excuse me, I need help.

Someone's following me.

I think I met him before,

but I don't really
know who he is.

He helped me, but now
he's after me.

- Sasha. Detective, Detective.

My wife was on a flight a
few months ago

that had to be diverted due
to severe air turbulence.

A man, a passenger on this
plane tried to keep her calm

during the whole ordeal.

We believe he developed some
kind of obsession with her.

- Hmm.

- What my wife is trying to say,
too, sir,

is if you don't do
something to stop this man,

I'm going to kill him.

- Follow me, mister?

- Dade.

My name is Bryce Dade, Sr.

This is my wife Sasha.

We have a son.

- Mr. Dade, I understand you
want to protect your family,

but you can't say you're
gonna kill someone

in a police station.

It's premeditated murder.

If you wanna file a
complaint or a police report,

we could do that.

Do you know the name
of the person

that you believe is
stalking you?

- I don't know his name.

I have some recollection
of what he looks like,

but I don't know his name.

- Mrs. Dade, we need a name
to file a police report

or a restraining order.

Has he touched you or
harmed your property?

- No, well, sort of.

I mean, he came right
up to my car

after I dropped my son
off at school.

That's why we're here.

I just dropped my son off.

Okay, about a week ago
we went on vacation.

A weekend getaway because
I was dealing with anxiety

from the plane incident.

When we got back home,

on the front door there
was a luggage tag,

the same luggage tag that
I had on my bag

when I was on the plane.

And on the luggage tag
there was a note

that said, "I hope you
made it home safely."

- Detective, leading up to that,

I approached a man who had
been driving by

my house repeatedly.

Said he was a realtor
looking for homes,

but when I described this
man to my wife,

she said that he fit the
same exact description

as the man who was with
her on the plane.

- Yes.

- Well, I'll admit that's odd,

but the way the law works
is that unless you have

a specific threat against you

or a crime is being committed
that is punishable by law,

there's really
nothing we can do.

- Listen, listen, listen to me.

You're not listening to me!

- I'm listening.

- I'm registered to carry a gun.

I will do what I have to do
to protect my wife and my son!

Do you understand me?

With or without help
from the police!

- You need to calm down.

Be careful, Mr. Dade.

Stay on the right
side of the law.

Good day.

(soft dramatic music)

(Sasha sighs)

- Follow me to work?

- Babe, you don't have
to go to work.

Not with all this on your mind.

Just tell them you
can't come in.

- Bryce, I have to go.

This non-profit
campaign needs me.

I'm not gonna let this
maniac take over my life.

Plus, it's safe at work.

- Okay.

(dark suspenseful music)

(keyboard clicking)

- Hey, babe.

- [Bryce] Hey.

- I missed you.

- Beautiful.

(kisses smacking)
(soft piano music)

How was your day?

- It was good.
- Yeah?

- Mmm-hmm.

So, I saw a listing for an
open house happening on Sunday.

It's a couple houses
down the street.

I wanna go.

- Open house?

Okay.

I don't want you to
go by yourself.

I'm comin' with you.

- Okay. Thank you.

- Now where were we? (chuckles)

(dark suspenseful music)

- Excuse me.

Are you the seller's agent?

- No, he's right over
there with that couple.

I'm sure he'll be able to
speak with you

if you wait a few minutes.

- Thank you.

(dark suspenseful music)

What would you do in
a plane crash?

- Welcome to the open house.

I hope I never have to live
out an answer to that question.

- Hi.

You have an amazing home.

One of the nicest one's
on the block.

(dark suspenseful music)

- Hey, man.

Thanks for covering
that open house for me.

How'd it go?

- Sure thing, man. It was good.

There was a lot of interest.

Think there were over
30 prospects.

- [Clint] Nice.
- Got it all right here.

Funny, though.

I was talking to this couple,

and then I turned around
to this lady asking

what would you do in a
plane crash? (laughs)

- [Clint] Hmm?

- Yeah, I think I said
something like

hope I never have to find out.

Not sure what that has to
do with buying a house,

but she was gorgeous.

Think she was married, though.

All right, well, I'm
gonna head out.

It's all yours.

- Thanks, Rod.

(dark suspenseful music)

I know you wanna find
your way to me, Sasha.

I know you want me.

I know you need me.

(dark suspenseful music)

- What if he'd of been there?

What if BJ was with us?

I shouldn't have gone.

I don't wanna put our
family in danger.

I can't believe I thought
I could just say hi

and it would fix it and
make him go away.

This man is crazy and
I almost went to him.

Dammit!

And the police can't do anything

unless he does something first.

BJ could've been there
and he could've been hurt,

all close to home.

All I did was get on a plane
and I was too scared to help.

I shouldn't have traveled.

It was a mistake not
being here for you and BJ.

It's my fault.

It's my fault.

I can't get the plane
out of my head!

It won't, baby.

- All right.

BJ can spend the night.

I'll pick him up in the morning.

Get dressed. Come on. Come on.

(dark suspenseful music)
(crickets chirping)

- Bryce?

- [Bryce] Shh.

Just be still, okay?

(gun clicks)
(Sasha gasps)

Hold it.

Straighten that elbow more.

I don't want you to be afraid.

You hear me? Of anyone.

(gun clicks)
(Sasha gasps)

That's it, baby. That's it.

It just takes one shot.

Just one shot.

(dark suspenseful music)

- Hi, Dr. Rhand.

- Sasha, how are you?

Do we have an appointment today?

- No, no, we don't.

I was just on my way
to the office.

I just wanted to stop in
and let you know

how amazing I feel.

I'm doing well.

I feel like I can
take on anything.

- Fantastic.

I can hear it in your voice.

So how long have you been here?

- Not long. Just got here.

- Hmm.

Oddly enough, I think
I saw a patient today.

Oh, well, at least I
assumed he was a patient

early on the grounds who
had a striking

resemblance of you.

- I have to go.
(dark suspenseful music)

- Well? How'd it go?

- I'm not pregnant.

(Clint scoffs)

- I knew I couldn't have
what I want with you.

- What?
(dark suspenseful music)

- Just get dressed
and get packed.

Hotel check-in's at 3:00pm.

- But don't you love me?

- Are you questioning me?

(Mikhela gasping)

- Wait, Clint!

(Mikhela sobbing)

- [Clerk] Hi, how are you?
- Hello.

- What can I do for you?

- Here for a reservation.

- Okay, do you have
your ID with you?

- I do.

It's Meyers.

- All right, perfect.

I have a key here for you.

You're gonna be on the
sixth floor today.

You're gonna head around
straight to the elevator, okay?

- Great, thank you.
- Uh-huh.

(dark suspenseful music)

- Remember, I'm here
on business.

(dark suspenseful music)

So I don't wanna hear anything.

I don't wanna see you acting
pathetic about pregnancy.

Understand?
(Mikhela gasps)

(dark suspenseful music)

Good evening.
This is my fiance Mikhela.

- Good evening.
Nice to meet you.

- Nice to meet you.

- It's nice to meet you.
- Nice to meet you.

- Why don't you guys chat it up?

(Sasha chuckles)

(dark suspenseful music)

* Yeah *

* Hey *

(dark suspenseful music)

* Hoo *

- Hi, baby.
- Oh.

Hey.

- Shh.

- No!

(Mikhela coughs)

Clint!

(Mikhela coughs)

(Clint sighs)

(dark suspenseful music)

(fist pounds)

- Dumb ass little brat.

(dark suspenseful music)

Hmm.

(dark suspenseful music)

- Bryce, there was a
woman found behind

the hotel with the
realtor's convention

that happening this weekend.

On the news reports said
she appeared to be engaged

and had a ring on.

Didn't you say he had a fiance?

- Sash.

- No, I checked the
convention website,

and the company that held
the open house

down the street is the sponsor.

What if it's him?
What if it was her?

- Sash, you're taking
this too far.

- I'm serious, Bryce.

What if that was his fiance?

What if he has something
to do with this?

Could the police
finally do something?

- But you're not afraid,
remember?

- I'm not afraid.
- Right.

Not afraid.
- [Sasha] I'm not afraid.

- Not afraid.

(dark suspenseful music)

(upbeat news music)

- [Newscaster] Good evening.

We begin our broadcast
with breaking news.

Last Saturday we reported
a woman had been found

behind the Vida Grand Hotel,

where the National Capital
Realtors Convention

was held last weekend.

The woman has been identified
as 33-year-old Mikhela Ford.

Her death has been
ruled a homicide.

- Mom, did you (indistinct)?

- No, BJ.

- Turn it off.

Turn it off, BJ.

- Can I sleep with you
and Dad tonight?

- Of course.

- In fact, BJ, we might
have you go stay

with your grandparents
for a few weeks.

Since school is out they've
been asking about you.

That'll give time for me
and your mother

to get some stuff done
around here, okay?

- [BJ] Okay.

(dark suspenseful music)

- Wow.

Cannot believe you kept that.

- Of course.

What woman wouldn't?

(rain pattering)

I wanna go to the cops.

- It doesn't prove anything.

- Yes, it does, Bryce.

He was around my car.
He's following me.

Must've slipped it
through the window.

Must've left it cracked.

- I want you to drive my truck
for a little while, okay?

My gun will be in the front,
loaded.

It just takes one shot, babe.

Your car will stay here.

I'll be the only one to
drive it, okay?

- He can't do this.

He can't interfere
with my family.

My son is scared and
doesn't know why.

- I'm gonna take care of this.

I just need you to do
what I'm asking for now.

I promise you I'll not let
anything happen to you or BJ.

- I'm a few weeks late.

- We got this time.

(dark suspenseful music)

(Sasha screams)

- Don't touch me.

- I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to scare you.

Can I help you with something?

- Um, yes.

I'm looking for my real
estate agent.

He said he'd be in touch,

but it's been a little while,

so I thought I'd come
by the office.

- What's your agent's name?

Miss? What's your agent's name?

- Um, he has brown eyes,
about 5'10".

- Oh my gosh!

I am so sorry for your loss.

You look so much like Mikhela.

You two must've been close.

Please, if there is
anything that we can do,

please let us know.

Clint quit and left town
right after it happened.

- My name's Clint, okay?

- Please, give him our love.

- Clint?

He's gone.

Excuse me.

(soft dramatic music)
(elevator rumbling)

Good morning, sweetheart.

- Good mornin'.

- You slept like an angel.

- I did, huh?

I guess I feel so much
better knowing

that man Clint is gone.

- Yeah.

- I think I'm ready to
drive my car again, Bryce.

- Yeah?
- [Sasha] Mmm-hmm.

- Okay.

Well, let's stick to
our plan of checking in

with each other.

- Okay.

(dark suspenseful music)

He's here. He's still here.

He knows exactly where I
am all the time.

- What are you talking about?

- I saw him in my car at work.

I saw him getting out of my car.

That monster's been taking
my car all this time!

- Babe, babe, this stops now.

Right here and now.

This man has no boundaries.

Yo.

Dirtyman.

That's good, bro.

That's good.

Yeah, that's real good.

Hey, I need a favor from you,
man.

Yeah.

(dark suspenseful music)

- It's clear, Mrs.
Dade. You can exit.

(dog barking distantly)

(soft suspenseful music)

(engine starts)

(soft suspenseful music)

- I want you both to
understand this Schilling

and Row campaign is
gonna be different.

They are determined to be
the first to get the data,

so their in-house
marketing analysts

are gonna manage that part
of the process,

but they want us to
generate the ROI reports.

- Oh, great.

I can tell it's
going to go well.

- Let's not shoot it down yet.

They have a hell of a team.

They can crunch numbers with
or without built-in tools.

We signed off on this
partnering agreement,

so we're in it for the duration.

Media's gonna start
running next week,

so those early analytics
will be crucial.

We have the potential to
generate a lot

of impressions among
younger and older audiences.

- If we can 13-year-olds
in the same room

with their parents
talking about issues

and not texting across the room,

we're gonna have something huge.

- Yes, I'll drink to that!

Well, just one drink.

I'm trying, okay?

- I have some more
information by the campaign

I wanna share with you both.

I was speaking about it with

our Schilling and Row
counterparts last night.

I need to grab the file.

Can you two continue without me?

- Sure thing.
- Okay.

Oh, and by the way,

the non-profit campaign
is tracking well.

I'll keep you both posted.

(dark suspenseful music)

(Sasha screams)

Somebody help me!
(car horn honking)

- I need you.

I tried!

Just listen!

(Sasha screams)

Sasha, I saw you on that
plane, I had to protect you.

I have to protect you, okay?

- [Sasha] No, you can't save me!

- I know. I saved my mom, too.

- [Sasha] Why are you
trying to hurt me?

- I saved her.
I killed that mouse.

- Somebody help me!

- Bashed me sometimes,
so I had to kill her.

- No!

- No!
No, I'm gonna make you see,

Sasha.

We're gonna be great together.

We're gonna be great together.

Here, read this.

Read it!

(Sasha sobbing incoherently)

Louder!

- As a result of this campaign,

and this business,

we are taking a different agency

and Mr.
Clint Meyers is my agent.

- See?
I gave you that nickname, Sasha.

We're gonna be great together.

We're gonna have a beautiful
life together, Sasha.

I've already got a
perfect home picked out.

There's room for a daughter.

When you're ready, your
son can move in, too.

Okay?

Are you ready, baby?

Are you ready?

- Yes.

I'm ready.

- Okay.

Good.

I'll get the car.
- Okay.

- And Sasha.

I knew you'd see it my way.

(gun fires)

(tense suspenseful music)

(gun clatters)

(tense suspenseful music)

- Damn.

Your wife's a beast.

That motherfucker's
all but done.

(tense suspenseful music)

Should've left her
alone and my boy.

(dark suspenseful music)

- Sasha, I know you need me.

You're really special.

It's really just you and me.

This

is my love.

* Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh *

- [Clint] You are
more than beauty.

Just imagine all the
things we can do together.

(dark suspenseful music)

She'll be ours to
cherish forever.

(Sasha groaning)

- Is it a boy or a girl?

Huh?

- [Sasha] It doesn't matter.

As long as its ours.

(dark suspenseful music)
(plane roaring)

- [Attendant] Greetings
on behalf of Aerofly

and our in-flight crew.

I'd like to welcome you
aboard flight 130.

We have a full flight today.

(dark suspenseful music)

(dark suspenseful
music continues)

(upbeat pop music)

* Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh *

* Oh yeah, yeah, yeah *

* Hoo, hoo, hoo, yeah *

* Oh yeah, yeah *

* How can I deny your love *

* Sunshine on a cloudy day *

* Heaven sent your
kisses from above *

* And in my heart you stay *

* Girl, I think about
you, dream about you *

* Need you by my side *

* You're so exciting,
so inviting *

* Feelings I can't hide *

* There's so much
pleasure, no one measures *

* Love the love we share *

* So every hour let me shower *

* You with love and care *

* All I really need is you,
yeah *

* All I really need is you,
baby *

* All I want *

* All I want is you *

* How could I resist
your touch *

* So sweet just like
a candy drop *

* Your love rains down on
me from above *

* Don't you never, ever stop *

* Girl, I think about
you, dream about you *

* Need you by my side *

* You're so exciting,
so inviting *

* Feelings I can't hide *

* There's so much
pleasure, no one measures *

* Love the love we share *

* So every hour let me shower *

* You with love and care *

* All I really need is you *

* Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, yeah *

* Don't you all, all I want *

* You're all I'm dreamin' of *

* True *

* Need you every day now *

* Oh, oh, oh, oh, yeah *

* 'Cause it's you that
brings in the sunlight *

* Hoo, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah *

* Hey, hey, yeah, yeah, yeah *

* Hey, hey, yeah, yeah, yeah *

* Hey, hey, yeah, yeah, yeah *

* Hey, hey, yeah, yeah, yeah *

* Said you're all I
need and want *

* All I need *

* All I want, girl *

* Said you're
everything that I need *

* And how can I
resist your touch *

* Yeah, yeah, yeah *

(smooth hip hip music)

* I see you over there *

* I wonder would you care *

* If I called you sometime *

* 'Cause I wanna know you *

* But if I were to
speak to you *

* What would I possibly say *

* Would you open up those
sweet lips of yours *

* And steal my heart away *

* You take my breath away *

* Oh, oh *

* Ooh *

* I see you over there *

* You steal my heart away *

* And what if we got together *

* In a private place *

* And views on life *

* Culture and space *

* And though I see us *

* Hypothetically *

* But clearly *

* There's so much I
want to know *

* But it don't matter *

* If we don't stay in love *

* Could you steal my
heart away *

* Steal my heart *

* Ooh, you look so sweet to me *

* Ooh *

(graphics whooshing)

(deep drumbeat)