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You can't run anymore, Lucy.

Fire two gnocchi and one ravioli.

Two gnocchi, one ravioli. Heard.

What is that?

Right.

Add a bit of salt. That dish should sing, not whisper.

- Yes. - Yep.

Adding some punch.

Behind.

Yeah.

Behind, Chef.

Mm-hmm.

Someone left this for you.

Oh, it's my office key.

I couldn't find that this morning.

Where was it?

Are you sure it wasn't in your office or in your car?

You still have some unpacked boxes in your car.

No. It was in the nightstand, right beside my bed, I know it.

Yeah, you should report that, Luce.

How did he find out where I live?

It can't be Ayden, that's impossible.

Well, who else would it be?

I mean, you think there's someone else?

Well...

you are a celebrity, Luce.

I mean, this happens to celebrities all the time, right?

Yes.

Okay, here's what's gonna happen:

you are gonna stay over tonight,

and in the morning, we're gonna do two things, okay?

We're gonna file a police report,

and we're gonna get a security system installed

in both your house and the restaurant. Okay?

Now...

can we talk about how amazing opening night was?

It was pretty great, right?

Pretty great?

Everyone loved your food.

I wonder if any of the critics showed up.

Well, if they did,

they're gonna say that you were only open a couple of hours

and you killed it!

It was a team effort.

Oh, come on. Take the credit, Lucy.

This is your baby.

You turned a three-star restaurant

that went bankrupt into a soon-to-be

Michelin-star gastronomical establishment?

Okay, let's not get ahead of ourselves.

But I do like the sound of that.

Me, too.

Hey, you're safe here. Okay?

What you need is a warm bath and to finish that glass of wine.

All right? Come on.

Come on!

Atta girl.

Dang, girl!

Oh! Whoo!

Oh... yeah.

I'm gonna have another. More, please.

This is my house.

Hello?

Hello? Chef Lucy?

- Greg? - Megan?

Greg, is that you?

Megan, I forgot the code.

Greg, we're going to need to tattoo this on your palm.

Thank you. Why does it even lock from the inside, anyway?

Like, what's the point of that?

Because last week, we had a couple of unexpected visitors

and Japanese A5 Wagyu costs $1,000 a pound. Capiche?

Capiche.

7372.

7372.

- Memorize it. - I will.

- Thank you, Chef. - Thank you, Chef.

- It won't happen again, okay? - It better not.

Hey. So?

Oh, I didn't file a report,

but I did make an appointment with that security company

for the restaurant and my house.

Good. Good.

I do still want you to file a police report, though.

I will.

I'm serious, Lucy.

I'm gonna keep bugging you until you do it.

I know you will. I promise.

- Okay. - 'Kay.

I'm gonna go for a walk and just get some fresh air

before I start.

Yeah. I'm pretty sure I got this.

- Okay. - Okay.

Hi.

Hello.

Hi.

Oh...

No friend of your own?

Excuse me?

You don't have a dog.

Oh. No. I wish, though.

I just work too much; I wouldn't be around.

Kind of like therapy, right?

Honestly.

Oh...

I'm Frank.

Lucy.

That's Crouton.

Hi, Crouton.

Never seen you here before.

Yeah, I just moved a few weeks ago.

I work not far from here.

I know.

You're all over the news. I recognized you right away.

You're the owner and chef of that new restaurant.

Right.

You're not open for lunch?

It's 11:30.

You should probably be getting back now.

Right.

It was nice meeting you.

- Morning. - Hey.

Hey.

You good?

Yeah, good.

You sure?

I just had this...

weird interaction with this...

strange guy at the park.

Anyway, yeah,

that and my phone being a time-travelling therapist

and bringing up memories that I would really rather forget.

Hey, he's gone now,

and you're never going to have to see him ever again. Okay?

You're right.

I know.

I'm always right. You should know that by now.

Yes. Okay.

Hey, Dad. It's me.

Sorry I missed all of your calls.

Things have just been really hectic lately.

It turns out opening a new restaurant

is kind of like riding a unicycle

while juggling flaming spatulas.

Yeah. Um...

Give me a call back.

I really need to talk to you.

Okay, love you. Bye.

Hey, Dad.

Hey, Luce. How are you doing?

Sorry I missed your phone calls.

That's okay. No worries.

Don't lie to me.

I have spidey senses

when it comes to the sound of your voice.

Oh, you sounded upset. What's going on?

Oh, everything's fine. I just, uh...

You know, I've been working really long hours,

and I haven't really been talking to you lately,

so I just wanted to check in

and make sure everything was all right.

That's my job.

Look...

I was talking to Megan, and she thinks that, uh,

you need to see someone.

Oh, really?

She... thinks you need help.

Well, I do need help, actually.

You know, I could use two more cooks

and two more waiters for the restaurant.

Is Megan willing to cover their salary?

You know what she means, not that kind of help.

With everything that's gone on with Ayden...

Dad, I'm fine.

I promise you, I'm over him.

And I'm installing security cameras at the restaurant,

so I'll be safe.

You don't need to worry about anything.

Hey, Dad, I'm so sorry, I gotta go.

But I'll call you back, okay?

Okay, I'm not crazy; there is someone following me.

Who?

The guy that was here on opening night.

You know, he broke into the office and my house.

The origami man?

Yes. Look, I bumped into him at the park, okay?

He said he recognized me, and then he tapped his watch.

I think that he wants me to know it was him.

Don't look at me like that.

I know you think I'm freaking out for no reason, but I'm not.

I don't think you're freaking out for no reason.

But I do think that you're linking things together

that don't need to be linked together.

Okay, so, you think it's a coincidence?

The watch and the photos?

I don't know what to think, Luce, I don't.

But I, uh, was recently reading

this article about paranoid delusions.

Okay, I am not delusional.

And the last thing I need is advice

from a fashion magazine.

You can make fun of it all you want,

but there's actually some pretty good stuff in there.

I think you should look into it.

You know, it happens, people develop hypervigilance

as a coping mechanism and, honestly, you have every right

to feel paranoid.

Like, he literally tracked you,

monitored all of your calls and all of your texts.

Ayden was a monster. Anyone would feel on edge.

I think you missed your calling, Dr. Cosmo,

could have been a therapist.

Ugh. I prefer chopping vegetables

than handling people's emotional salad.

Blech.

Okay, well, I won't bother you

with my emotional salads anymore.

Hey.

That's not what I meant.

I know. Let's just focus on service.

Greg, can I get that rosemary, please?

Yes, Chef.

- Chef, behind. - Thank you.

Hey, are you sure you don't want me to come over?

I'll be all right.

All right, so, I'll see you tomorrow?

Yeah.

Call me if you need anything, okay?

- I will. - Promise?

I will. I promise.

You know what? I am done running.

What? You got a problem?

Aren't you supposed to be at work?

Look.

He left this for me at the restaurant.

I'm not even sure what I'm looking at.

It's a dismembered mannequin in a wheelbarrow,

like a dismembered body.

He left a note.

I mean, the man is a psycho, okay?

He's trying to scare me for some sick twisted reason,

like it's his only mission in life.

I mean he follows me everywhere and then he just disappears.

I mean, it's all a game to him.

And I think he's the one who's been messing with the building

this entire time.

Okay, like, the meat theft on the weekend

and the power outage last week?

You know, Lucy, I don't care what you say,

I'm gonna call the police.

No, they're not gonna do anything.

Well, I'll make them.

They can't just let this guy harass you, Lucy.

No, I tried with Ayden and they didn't care.

Okay? I mean, it was humiliating.

We need to report this.

Hi. Yeah, I would like to file a police report

on behalf of my friend.

She says that there's this guy

that's been following her around at her restaurant and her home,

and she's just... She's freaked out.

Her name is Lucy Gerhard.

She owns Evoo restaurant.

Great. Thank you.

They said that they're gonna come by the restaurant tomorrow,

take a look around and ask you a few questions.

I'm gonna deal with this myself.

Did you just hear what I said?

Lucy, the police are going to take care of this, all right?

That's their job.

I am so sick and tired of feeling like a victim,

and I'm going to give this guy a dose of his own medicine.

No, you're not!

You're not! You're not a doctor.

You're not a cop. You are a chef.

You are going to cook your butt off and that is it, okay?

I want to make this guy feel

how he's been making me feel this entire time -

violated.

Okay? He is a sad little man

that needs to stop following women around.

I mean, this is what he wants, it's what he thrives off of,

is seeing fear in our eyes.

It's sick.

You're scaring me, Lucy.

You're sounding a little unhinged right now.

- I'm doing this. - Luce... Luce!

God!

Lucy, don't.

Tables are about to turn, Frank.

Hey. How are you?

Hey, Dad. I'm good. How are you?

I'm fine. Where are you?

I'm just buying some home improvement stuff.

The real estate agent said

that your house was move-in ready.

What are you improving?

Just this and that.

I'm worried about you.

Don't be worried. I'm fine.

You're sure?

Yes, I'm sure.

Okay.

I love you, sweetie.

Okay. I love you, too.

Bye.

You're seriously gonna pretend like nothing happened?

I'm sorry.

That's it?

Look, he came by my place again last night.

- Wait. Seriously? - Yes.

Did the police stop by in the morning?

- Mm-hmm. - Well, what'd they say?

I mean, the usual.

They asked me what my name was, a few questions about

what was happening, and if I was medicated.

And you told them about the dismembered mannequins?

Mm-hmm.

You file a police report?

I did.

Good.

Great.

Luce, look, I'm just trying to help.

Oh, I know, I know. I'm sorry.

I just... I'm just stressed out.

I appreciate it.

I'll finish this. It's okay.

Thanks.

Here you are. You wanna play games?

Let's see what you're made of.

You won't get away with this!

What the hell are you doing?

How do you like it, Frank?

Not so tough now, are you?

You messed with the wrong woman.

That's it, keep running.

You wanted my attention? Well, now, you have it.

Stay away from me, Frank.

- Hey. - Hey.

When's our next group coming in?

Uh, that was our last rezzo until about nine.

- So, we have a bit of a break. - Okay, I'll be right back.

Hey, would you be able to drive me

to and from the doctors on Tuesday morning?

Is everything okay?

Yeah, I'm getting a lumpectomy.

Why didn't you say anything?

Well, you know, you've had a lot on your mind lately,

and... you know,

it's the easiest cancer to treat, and they caught it early,

so it's really not as bad as it sounds, so?

Yeah. I mean, of course I'll drive you.

Thanks. Uh, Chef?

Yes. Thank you, Chef.

Greg: One spring salad, Chef.

Thank you, Chef.

Ugh!

Okay, two mussels, three calamari.

Two mussels, three calamari, heard.

And uh... mussels and antipasto, please, Chef.

Greg: Mussels, antipasto, heard, Chef.

Okay.

Lucy Hey, it's Lucy. Leave me a message.

Luce, where are you?

Please call me back as soon as you can.

We have two groups that just walked in. Thank you.

Ooh, Chef, how's my muscles?

- 30 seconds, Chef. - Thank you, Chef.

Good dog. Crouton, sit.

Crouton. Sit. Come here. Sit.

Good boy.

Sorry, Megan, this is necessary.

Sorry. Behind.

Where have you been? We started service 30 minutes ago.

I know. I messed up. I lost track of time.

Why are you so sweaty?

- Hey, I'm here. - Okay.

Swinging! Handle!

Okay, fire three calamari, two gnocchi, two margarita.

Three calamari, two gnocchi, two margarita.

Oui oui, Chef.

Okay, that's fired. Service!

Okay, let's see...

Frank Clayborne?

"Frank and Emily Clayborne."

You actually gave me your real first name.

Huh. Neither of you appear to be very social.

"How lucky am I to spend my life with the best,

"most dedicated husband in the world?"

Oh, Emily...

Oh.

Feel like browsing for some antique, Luce?

Of course I do.

I mean, would you want to be married to someone

who stalked other women behind your back?

She deserves to know.

Maybe she does.

But you know what happens to vigilantes, Luce?

They die. They get shot.

Okay? You need to stop messing with this man's business.

He made it my business when he started stalking me.

Lucy, you are letting your past dictate your future.

You're making this too personal.

Frank is just a creep, yes.

Yes, he did some terrible things,

and he deserves a few months,

maybe even a few years in the loony bin.

But he doesn't have control over your life like Ayden does.

Frank has no power over you.

Hi.

Hi.

I'm Emily, if you need any help.

They say the more sand escapes the hourglass of our lives,

the clearer we should see through it.

Is there something in particular that you're looking for?

No, I'm just, uh...

browsing.

It's a beautiful store.

Thank you.

Um, are you the owner?

No, not really.

I do feel like I am.

I do everything around here... all of the time.

I know the feeling.

What do you do?

I'm a food critic.

Really?

My husband used to own a restaurant.

Really?

Yeah.

It was called Oliver's, but he just lost it this year.

Oh. How come?

Uh, he was late on rent a few times,

and the building owners just kicked him out.

Where was his restaurant?

It was down on Water Street.

He was devastated.

The building actually belonged to his father.

But then, he had to sell.

And the new owners promised to keep the rent to a minimum,

but... yeah,

things don't always go as planned.

They recently sold to this young chef from out of town.

He thinks he can buy it back, but he has no money.

- He's a dreamer. - Mm.

He's always been a dreamer.

Hm.

Well, aren't we all?

Well, um,

anyway, I should get going,

but, uh, I'm new to town, so it was nice to meet you.

I didn't know you were from out of town.

Listen, if you're interested,

I'm part of a book club.

Maybe you'd like to join us, get to know a few of us.

Everyone is really nice and very friendly.

You know what? I'd love that.

Great.

Okay, well, I'll be seeing you.

Yes.

Wait. So, what is she saying?

The building was built by his grandfather

a little over 30 years ago.

So, the guy is out for revenge.

Wait. So, you think this guy is stalking you

and doing all of this because he's trying to pressure you

into selling the restaurant?

Maybe, but it's not happening.

Okay? I gave up everything for this.

- Oh, I know. - Everything.

I know.

Speaking of which, I, uh...

didn't want to stress you out or anything,

but Taylor Abbott,

I heard mentioned that he was gonna be stopping by

sometime this week.

Hello?! Did you hear me?

Literally, the most ruthless,

respected food critic in town is coming by to see us soon,

I was honestly expecting a bigger reaction out of you.

Okay, you know what?

He is going to love your food.

He will be blown away.

Can I get a "Oui, Chef"?

Oui, Chef.

Yes. Oui, Chef. Your steak's almost done, also.

Great.

Okay, Lucy, we'll see about that.

Ugh.

This is getting out of control.

Luce, I told you this would happen.

Hey.

You're back.

Yeah, I was, uh...

I was thinking about that book club that you mentioned

and I was wondering when...

um, when your next meeting was.

Tomorrow evening, actually.

It's really informal.

We're just getting together in my kitchen.

There's only going to be, like, three or four of us.

Great. I'd love to come.

Well, we'd love to have you.

We'll be waiting... with bells and whistles on.

I'm Leah, by the way.

Let me write my address down for you, Leah.

Great.

Yeah. So, look.

- Wow. - I know.

So, this is Frank when he was little.

Yes. Yes, that's Frank at five.

Isn't that adorable?

- Wow. - I know. I know.

Look how happy they are.

- Yeah. - Gosh.

- And that's the restaurant. - Yes. Yeah, that's the...

That's the front entrance there.

Looks like they were really close.

Yeah.

Yeah.

- Looks like you need a top up. - Yes.

Thank you.

Oh, look at that right there.

Evening, ladies.

Oh, Leah, this is my husband, Frank.

I'm glad you can finally meet.

Me, too.

- Hi. - Hi. Leah?

Mm-hmm.

- Leah's a food critic. - Is she?

- Mm-hmm. - Really?

Yeah.

Shall we?

Oh. Yeah.

Have you been to that new restaurant? Um...

Evoo.

I hear they're having supply issues.

You might want to skip that one.

I hear they have to serve vegetarian meals all night

and turn away patrons who had reservations.

Apparently, they just ran out of food.

Wow.

Not the best way to make a good first impression.

Right.

Noted. Thanks for the warning.

Well, on that note, I really have to get going.

So soon? But you just got here.

Duty calls.

But it was so lovely to meet all of you,

and thank you so much for the tea and the cookies

and the great conversation.

Oh.

You're more than welcome.

And please, let's do this again.

We should exchange phone numbers or email.

Don't worry about it. I'll stop by the store.

I mean, after all, it's not like I'm going anywhere.

Bye.

Bye.

Hey, you good, Chef?

Yeah. Two gnocchi, three steaks, one margarita.

Two gnocchi, three steak, one pizza. Yes, Chef.

Yes, Chef.

Ugh!

I need two more gnocchi.

- Two gnocchi, yes, Chef. - Yes, Chef.

Service.

I think that plate needs to be wiped, Chef.

I know.

What's gnocchi with again, Chef?

One gnocchi. Uh, two steak.

I thought you said three steak.

Then, why are you still here?

Heard, Chef.

Service!

Leah, hi.

- Hi, Emily. - How are you?

Um...

Emily, I have to tell you something.

Okay.

It's about your husband.

What about him?

There's really no easy way to say this, so I'll just say it:

um, Frank is stalking me.

What?

I'm sorry for laughing.

If you really are being stalked, that's horrible.

But you must have the wrong person.

I don't have the wrong person.

Frank wouldn't do something like that.

That would be crazy.

I bumped into him at the dog park

and he started talking to me,

and he was with your dog, Crouton.

They go there all the time, they always do.

The same night,

I saw a grey convertible parked outside of my work

and then it followed me home.

Okay? The next day I went for a jog and I saw the same car,

and a few minutes later, I saw Frank.

So, you're accusing my husband

based on a couple of coincidences?

Your husband broke into my home...

and my restaurant.

- Your restaurant? - Yes.

I thought you said you were a food critic.

I lied.

My name is not Leah, it's Lucy.

I'm the chef that bought your husband's building.

And I'm sorry that I lied to you. I just...

I thought that I wanted to...

You wanted to what?

You wanted to use me to get to him?

No, no, no. I just thought that you should know.

Look, I would wanna know.

You seem like a nice person;

you shouldn't be with somebody like that.

I mean, your husband stole from me.

He... he took photos of me, dozens of photos.

I mean, he's doing everything he can

to make my life a living hell.

I think you should leave.

Right now.

I just thought you should know.

Great. Thank you.

All right, I'm headed out.

I'm going to see you in the morning, yeah?

In the morning?

For my surgery?

Right.

Yeah. Of course.

7 a.m.

Yes.

Okay.

See you then.

I'm coming back for more

How was work today?

Uneventful.

Dealing with cranky customers and trying to keep

the place organized

How about you? Any luck on the job hunt?

Not yet.

I did make a few interesting contacts. We'll see.

Are you still planning on heading to your parents' cottage

this weekend?

Is everything okay?

Emily?

Is everything all right?

Hey. You can't sleep?

No. Could use some company.

Remember that summer that we spent at the cottage

on your eighth birthday?

You couldn't sleep at all that week.

Because of the closet monsters.

Yes. And do you remember what you did?

No, tell me.

You wore a pair of your grandmother's hand-knitted socks

on your hands,

and you called them your super hero gloves,

and you declared war on those closet monsters.

But then, you decided to take matters into your own hands.

You had your own strategy.

You performed a super hero dance, and then,

you began your super hero monster-be-gone chant.

You know what happens when you start to sing?

I scare everyone away.

Even the monsters.

Emily...

Emily, she's lying.

Hey, Dad, I gotta go.

I went through your phone, Frank.

I'll call you back.

I saw everything.

You're obsessed with her and that restaurant.

You need help.

Everything I do is for us, Emily,

to get that restaurant back.

It's not your restaurant anymore, Frank.

Just let it go. Move on.

Emily, don't!

Don't do this, please!

Lucy!

Get back over here!

Oh, no! No!

Megan?

Megan, it's me!

Meg, I... Look, I know I messed up!

Come on, open up!

How'd the surgery go?

Fine.

Look, I don't know what happened.

I slept through my alarm.

I thought something happened to you, Luce.

I didn't get very much sleep. I don't know what happened.

- I'm sorry. - I don't recognize you.

You're showing up late to work. You're scrambling tickets.

You're not plating like you should.

And you're not here for your friend when she needs you?

Yeah, I know. You're right.

I'm done.

Right.

- I'm gonna get some rest. - Well, do you need anything?

No, I'm good. Thanks.

Emily's gone.

We'll call it the price of stalking

strong, hard-headed women.

I didn't do anything to you.

You forced me to live in fear.

You took everything from me -

my purpose,

and now my wife!

Stay away from me.

Help! Somebody help!

Help!

What do you mean he has a solid alibi?

I mean, how is that even possible?

We have multiple witnesses

claiming he was at the dog park with his dog.

That's not possible.

So, your witnesses are lying,

or you're lying.

I'm sorry. You're accusing me of lying to you?

I think that you're testing me.

So, yes. I think that you're lying.

Actually, I know that you're lying.

Mr. Clayborne claims

that you are actually the one stalking him.

He has photos of your car outside his house.

And I have surveillance footage of his vehicle

outside my work on multiple occasions.

So, does that mean nothing to you?

He claims that he went there

after you started stalking him.

And, uh, speaking of surveillance footage,

did you go to his wife's workplace?

That antique store by the harbor?

That all happened after he started following me around.

Am I the suspect now?

So, what happens next?

Stay away from Frank Clayborne and his wife,

and he'll stay away from you.

He's going to come after me again.

We're just a phone call away.

Okay. Listen up. We've got Taylor Abbott coming in,

and as you all know, he's not one to mince words.

His review could make or break us,

so let's pay attention to detail.

We've got this.

Service?

This is for table one. Our VIP.

Hands.

Oof.

Ugh.

Greg: Are you okay, Chef?

Chef, I'm sorry. I'll get a...

Okay.

Ayden is here.

How did he even find you? Okay. I'm going to ask him.

No, no, no. Don't. I'm going to talk to him.

He's going to think he has power over me.

And say what?

Luce, Luce...

- What are you doing here? - Ayden: Lucy?

What are you doing here? Is this your restaurant?

Cut the crap. Why are you here?

Oh, because I received an invitation in the mail,

like everyone else, I assume, from the owner.

Okay. You need to leave.

- Really? - Yes, really.

- Luce... - Don't touch me!

Whoa.

Oh, sir, I'm so sorry.

What are you going to do, Lucy?

- And get out of here! - Or what, Lucy?

- You don't want to find out. - Lucy, Lucy.

Get out of here, Lucy. Sir? You need to sit.

Don't tell me what to do, and control her.

I'm sorry.

It's crazy.

- Hey. You okay? - Yeah.

I just need a minute.

I am so sick and tired

of feeling like a victim.

I'm going to deal with this myself.

You're not a doctor.

You're not a cop. You are a chef.

Frank has no power over you.

Ayden was a monster.

He literally tracked you,

monitored all of your calls and all of your texts.

He doesn't have control over your life

like Ayden does.

Dad: But then, you decided to take matters

into your own hands.

You had your own strategy.

You performed a superhero dance, and then,

you began your superhero

monster-be-gone chant.

You know what happens when you start to sing.

I scare everyone away.

Even the monsters.

Hey.

Click on the link I just sent you.

Reporter: Ayden Johnson, a successful restaurant owner

from Pearl Mountain,

was found dead near Water Street last night

with multiple stab wounds to the chest.

The police are not releasing more details at this time.

Hello?

Hey. It's Detective Sharma calling.

Yeah. Are you able to come back down to the station again?

We need to have a word with you.

Yeah.

I'll be there soon.

Sharma: Where were you last night

between 1:00 a.m. and 3:00 a.m.?

Is this about Ayden?

Please just answer the questions, okay?

Like I explained,

you can have a lawyer be present, if you want.

I have nothing to hide.

Detective: Then just answer the questions.

Where were you last night

between 1:00 a.m. and 3:00 a.m.?

I couldn't sleep.

I was scared Frank was going to break into my home again.

So, I went for a drive.

Do you remember what time it was?

Around 2:00 a.m.

Look.

Frank made Ayden come to my restaurant.

Okay? He sent him a personalized invitation,

from the owner,

to come to my restaurant and create chaos.

I'm sorry. I'm not following.

Why would Ayden's presence create chaos?

Because of my past abusive relationship with him.

Detective: Hmm.

What did you do when you left at 2:00 a.m.?

Where did you go?

I just drove around.

I felt safer in my car, moving around,

rather than waiting in my home like a sitting duck.

Because you think Frank knows where you live?

I know he knows where I live.

As I said in my police report,

which you obviously haven't read,

Frank has been inside my home

He has stolen my mother's watch, and he stalks me

every single day.

Detective: Mm-hmm.

Can anyone verify where you were?

No. I was alone.

When was the last time you saw Ayden?

It was last night, before my shift ended.

9:30, 10:00 p.m.

And you didn't see him at all after that?

No.

We have a few witnesses at your restaurant

who saw you threaten him.

I was upset and I was scared,

and I wanted him to leave.

We found the murder weapon at the scene.

You recognize it?

I think I do want to talk to my lawyer.

Detective: Yeah.

That's probably a good idea.

I didn't do this. Frank did this.

He made Ayden come to my restaurant,

and then he killed him, and now, he's trying to frame me.

Right.

Hands, please.

Behind.

What are you doing?

What do you mean? I'm expediting.

Last I checked, this was still my restaurant.

Oui, chef.

Stop!

Yeah. My friend is actually, uh...

Oh, Megan! Are you okay?

Oh. Did you see him?

Was it him?

Oh, I'm going to kill him.

No, you're not.

What you're going to do is go home,

lock yourself up and call the police

if you hear anything suspicious.

Megan, I am so sorry. This is all my fault.

Yeah.

It is.

I told you this was dangerous, Lucy,

and you didn't listen to me.

I...

I'm coming with you to the hospital.

You know what? Don't even bother, okay?

Just take care of yourself, Luce.

Get these crazy ideas out of your head.

- Get out of my way, please. - Megan...

- I can't... Stop. - Megan!

Hey, Dad.

Luce?

Ayden's dead.

What? What happened?

I don't know. But they think I had something to do with it.

- Why? - Oh, I don't know.

Look. We'll get you a good lawyer.

But don't say a word to anyone, okay?

Dad, I didn't kill him.

Of course not.

Look. I think I may have said something

that I shouldn't have said.

I'll get a flight in first thing in the morning.

No, no, no. Don't do that.

Look. I just... I need to deal with this myself.

I'll update you all along the way.

- Are you sure? - Yes.

But I love you. I'll talk to you soon.

- Love you, too, sweetheart. - Bye.

Hey, Meg? It's me.

I hope you're okay.

I've been replaying everything in my head,

I should have been stronger and braver with Ayden,

and now with Frank.

I hate myself for being so weak,

for letting them control me for so long.

I can't let him continue to have power over me.

I need to take a stand

and fight back.

I know what happened to you is because of me,

because I dragged you into this mess.

I can't even begin to express how sorry I am.

I should've listened to your warnings

and your pleas for me to stay away, but Meg,

believe when I say that this ends now.

Tomorrow, it will all be over.

I have a plan,

and I won't rest until he pays for what he's done.

For hurting you,

and for doing this to me.

Come on, Frank.

Here we go.

That's it. Keep following me.

Come on. Come on.

You can't run anymore, Lucy.

I don't want to run.

Okay?

Look. You want your restaurant back?

Take it.

It's yours.

Oh, you're just going to give it back to me?

What do you want from me?

I want to make it look like it was you.

Like the guilt was eating you alive.

Why did you kill Ayden?

Because you made it clear that you hated him.

You told everyone how he was gaslighting you

and controlling you.

You had the best possible motive to kill him...

and everybody knows it.

The cooks and waiters that work at his restaurant,

your friends...

your father who lives in Jersey.

How do you know all of this?

I know everything about you.

I have so many memories of helping my father

in this kitchen,

and taking over when he passed away.

This place will always belong to me.

Maybe...

we should partner up.

You could help me run this place.

We'd make a really good team.

You think I'm the world's biggest idiot.

No.

No, not an idiot.

Just a psychopath.

Why are you doing this?

You already have me framed. I'm going to lose everything.

Why don't you just please leave me alone?

Because you ruined my life!

I'm sorry. I really am.

It's too late for that.

Even if I was to sell your building,

you can't buy it back.

You have no money.

Your wife told me.

That was a mistake.

You never should have set foot in her store or in my house.

You're not going to get away with this.

I'm not going to jail, either.

Frank, I have cameras everywhere.

Okay? They're well hidden, but they are everywhere.

Which means I have your confession on the cloud,

and you can't get rid of it.

Just put your knife down and surrender yourself.

Security cameras don't record sound.

Not unless you specifically tell your security people

that you need sound.

Where are you going, Lucy?

I'm going to enjoy killing you.

I really am.

Lucy!

Lucy, open the door!

911. What's your emergency?

I just caught Ayden Johnson's killer.

He's in my freezer, alive.

My name is Lucy Gerhard.

I'm the chef and owner of Evoo on Water Street.

Please hurry.

Here's my card. Give us a shout if you need anything.

- I will. Thank you. - See you.

- Just behind you, Chef. - Mm-hmm.

Oh.

Oh, that looks good, Chef.

- I know. - Wow. That's incredible.

Ah. Where's that pencil?

Here.

Keep that really straight.

This is Megan's signature dish.

Table six.

- Good job. - Thanks, honey.

Okay.