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[mysterious music]

[sirens wailing]

[insects chirping]

[loud music] [cheering and laughing]

[giggling]

[♪]

[laughing]

Come and dance with me.

I like watching you dance.

Ah, you're no fun. I need another drink.

What?

[sighs]

That's not very fun.

- Come on. - Where are we going?

For a little walk.

[distant music]

Whoa, whoa, but... but the party.

I'm taking you home.

No! I don't wanna go home.

I know. I know.

But... I've already got the keys.

That's not fair.

Come on, miss pouty pants.

I'm not even pouting. You're just a party pooper.

Mm-hmm.

[distant cheering]

[sighs] [Brittany shivers]

Hey, seatbelt.

[scoffs]

[seatbelt clicks]

I did it. It's on.

[engine starts]

[insects chirping]

[Archer]: Do you want me to park in the garage?

[Brittany]: No, my parents need to get in there.

[engine stops]

But...

They're not gonna be home for a couple hours.

My dad's playing cards

and my mom's at the movies with some friends.

Uh,

Brittany, I think you should just go to bed.

Exactly.

I need to get some sleep, too.

- [annoyed exhale] - You know, there was a time

when I wouldn't have to force you to be with me.

Oh wait, don't do that, Britt.

Besides, we don't even know

when your parents will be back home.

So what?

Brittany...

[soft music]

Brittany, come on.

Brittany.

Can I talk to you for a sec?

Hey...

I don't like seeing you like this.

I'm fine.

Here.

[sighs deeply]

I love you.

Good night, Archer.

[♪]

[mysterious music]

[sighs]

[door creaking and closing]

Mom?

Dad?

[♪]

[floorboard creaking]

[♪]

[sighs]

[♪]

[dramatic crescendo]

[gasps] [thudding]

[rhythmic music]

[moans softly]

Pete, she's awake! Oh, Brittany.

Oh, ow. No, no, no. Mom, stop. Ow.

What... what's going on? Why am I in your room?

- You're okay. - Excuse me.

Oh. Ow. Dad, stop.

Hey, stop, Brittany, all right?

Just let me check.

Her pupils are reacting normally to light.

[pained exhale]

- My head hurts. - Yeah, I'm not surprised.

You had one nasty spill.

- I did? - Honey, I came home from cards

and found you at the bottom of the stairs.

- Did we go to the hospital? - No.

That's the benefit of having a doctor for a father.

Or you might still be waiting to get admitted.

[chuckles softly]

You think we should take her, now that she's awake?

What if she has a concussion?

Well, then the best thing for her to do is rest.

Besides, a concussion is usually caused

when the brain shifts in the skull

like with whiplash,

not bumps to the head.

Here. Drink this.

Oh, no Mom. I don't want it. I'm...

Drink it, sweetheart. You're dehydrated.

[soft music]

How did you know I fell?

What else could have happened?

Besides, you reeked of alcohol.

- Oh. - But we can...

We can discuss that later.

We even called the police.

- You did? - Sure did.

I mean, at first we had no idea what had happened.

But they found no signs of a break-in

and nothing taken or disturbed

so they came to the same conclusion I did.

[intriguing music]

Sweetheart, you didn't drive home, did you?

No. No, uh, of course not.

Uh, Archer drove.

Okay.

Well, just rest.

Rest and stay hydrated, all right?

That's the best thing for you right now.

I love you.

I love you, too.

[♪]

[pained sigh]

[♪]

[Pete sighs]

Pete.

Pete!

I don't like this.

She's fine. I examined her myself.

In our bedroom. Not at the hospital.

I know what happened.

She's fine.

She was unconscious for hours.

Hon, that's not uncommon.

And after a head injury, people tend to sleep.

I was monitoring her.

Checking her vitals. Okay?

[annoyed exhale]

I hope you know what you're doing.

[huffs]

[♪]

[dial tone]

[worried exhale]

Hey, it's Britt. Leave a message.

Hey, it's just me.

Um, call me back.

[light music]

[insects chirping]

[grunts]

Whoa! Uh...

Hey, Dr. Walker.

- Hey. - I was just uh...

wanting to see how Brittany was feeling.

She's fine.

Oh.

Can I see her?

No.

She's resting.

But I'll let her know that you dropped...

broke in.

Oh yeah, no, I was just um...

didn't wanna disturb you.

By using the front door?

- Uh... - Yeah.

Can I at least use your bathroom?

You live next door.

Yeah.

Oh. Hey, Mrs. Walker.

Hi... Archer.

Yeah, he was just leaving.

[light music]

Quick refresher.

This is the front door.

It's how civilized people enter a house.

[sighs]

Mm-hmm.

[insects chirping]

[indistinct chatter on TV]

Hey.

How's she feeling?

Didn't see her.

What do you mean?

Dr. Walker said she was resting.

They wouldn't even let you say hi?

That seems strange.

Yeah, well, she was probably hungover.

- Alexis. - What? I'm serious.

Sami was at a party with her last night

and she said Brittany was totally wasted.

- Shut up, Alexis. - Is that true?

No! We were at a party, okay?

Yeah, and the cops busted it and arrested some kids.

That didn't...

I have some applications to do.

Ow! Loser.

- Freak. - Apologize to your sister.

No way, Jose.

[Scott]: Oh my God...

[insects chirping]

[sighs]

[worried exhale]

[floorboard creaking]

[ominous music]

Ow!

Why were you spying on me?

I wasn't spying on you, I was just eavesdropping.

Ah, your favorite pastime.

Okay, I was telling the truth about Sami.

Yeah, and thanks for telling Dad.

It's not like he doesn't know you drink.

Besides, you're the golden child.

You can do no wrong.

- Enough of that crap. - Why? It's true.

No, it's not and you know that.

Okay, well, I was closer to Mom

and you're closer to Dad.

- That's just the way it is. - Uh.

What did you want anyways?

Just wanted to see how Brittany was doing.

What?

I can't get a hold of her.

Yeah, well, duh, I was there when you told Dad.

No, like I can't get a hold of her at all.

I've been texting and calling her all night.

But nothing.

Well, she got home okay, right?

Of course.

I... walked her in.

Well, then she's probably fine.

Yeah.

'K, so you just gonna like stand there?

Whatever.

[sighs]

[light music]

[birds chirping]

Bye, honey.

See ya.

[giggles]

[engine starts]

[♪]

[birds chirping]

[Brittany]: Hey.

Hey!

Uh, how are you doing?

[sighs]

I'm... I'm okay.

I tried texting and calling you like a million times.

Yeah, my... my parents took my phone.

Your phone? Why?

It's a long story.

Huh.

[groans]

Are you sure you're okay?

Uh, yeah. Yeah.

Did they even tell you that I stopped by last night?

No.

When?

I'll tell you that story later.

Look, come on, we're late for class.

Wait. What do you have after school today?

Um, just lifting with the team.

Why?

Do you think you could blow if off?

I guess. What's going on?

There's someone we gotta go talk to.

Okay.

[intriguing music]

[city hubbub]

[knocking]

Come in!

Dr. Walker?

Mrs. Roberts has been waiting for you

in Examination Room 2.

Tell her I'll be there in a minute.

Okay.

[mysterious music]

[winces]

[sighs]

I... I can't believe

you didn't tell me any of this before.

I told you, my parents had my phone.

They wanted me to rest.

And you don't remember anything else?

Just waking up in bed.

What are your parents saying now?

They're acting as if it never even happened.

But the thing I can't understand is the police.

- They never even questioned me. - Well,

maybe Detective Vaughn will know.

Hope so. I can't shake the feeling

that someone else was in the house.

And your stepmother? She's well, too?

She's doing okay, thanks.

What's this about?

Well, actually, I was hoping to see the police report

from my house on Saturday night.

Hmm.

I don't see anything.

What's going on?

Um, Saturday night, I fell and hit my head.

My dad found me. He said he called the cops

because he didn't know what had happened at first.

Well, I don't have a report of it.

And you would?

Yes, every police response, every call,

it gets logged into the system.

You're telling me the truth?

Brittany, legally, you are an adult.

I can't keep something from you.

Even at your parents' request.

And besides, police reports are all public documents.

So, what are you telling us?

I'm telling you

that the officers from this department

were never dispatched to the Walker residence.

Here's an idea.

Why don't you ask your parents?

Mmm.

[sighs]

You don't remember anything?

Uh, I...

I remember being at my house

and then I felt like...

[sighs]

Go on.

Tell her.

I felt like there was someone in there with me.

- Your parents. - No, somebody else.

Then I fell and hit my head

and I remember waking up in bed.

And you weren't taken to the hospital?

My dad examined me.

Brittany, I would like to help you,

I really would but I...

I just don't know what I can do.

Yeah, no, I... I appreciate it.

Talk to your folks. They're reasonable people.

You... you might be surprised.

- Thanks. - Thanks.

[intriguing music]

- She might be right, you know. - About what?

- Asking your parents. - No. No way.

No, they didn't tell me for a reason.

I'm not gonna be able to trust anything they say.

Well, what's your other option?

You just have to forget about it?

I mean, you're fine, right?

Britt.

Yeah. Yeah, yeah, I'm fine.

Come on.

[jazzy music] [seagull calling]

[overlapping chatter]

- Hey. - Hey.

- Sorry I'm late. Just traffic. - No problem.

I ordered you something. Hope it's okay.

Oh, it looks perfect.

- Thank you for meeting me. - Are you kidding?

Working from home, I am always looking for a reason

to get out of the house. [chuckles]

Things have been okay?

Um...

They've been a transition, for sure.

For all of us.

But we're good.

- You? - I'm busy.

I mean, even in towns like this,

there's always plenty to do.

- Yeah. - But to be honest,

I didn't just call you to catch up.

I figured.

And um, if you wouldn't mind,

I'd like to keep this conversation confidential.

You got it.

What do you know about Brittany Walker?

Uh, she's my stepson's girlfriend.

But what do you know about her?

Um... Well, to be honest,

I don't know her super well but she's a good kid.

Uh, maybe a little wild

but no more than any other teenager around here.

My stepson included.

But she's honest?

Yes, as far as I know.

So, she's uh, not the type to concoct crazy stories

just to, you know, get attention?

Have you seen her, Detective? She's beautiful.

She doesn't need any more attention.

[chuckles]

I...

don't suppose you can tell me what this about?

Well, actually I'm um...

I'm not sure yet.

Hopefully, it's... it's nothing.

Right.

[rhythmic music]

[sizzling]

[overlapping chatter and laughter]

Enjoy, gentlemen.

The last barbecue of the season.

- Oh! - No, no, no,

we'll get another warm spell around the holidays.

We always do.

- Ah, come on. - I don't know,

I'm ready for the cold weather. This summer was brutal.

Know what you should do? You should turn

that basement suite of yours into a mancave.

- Oh yeah. - Why me?

'Cause you're still in the honeymoon phase

and Katie can't say no.

[laughing]

No, no, he's... He's right, Scott.

You gotta strike while the iron's hot.

I waited too long. Now the...

the opportunity's gone.

My basement is just a storeroom for baby clothes, dolls,

and art supplies.

- [both]: Ugh. - Yeah.

You know, I'm thinking of building a man cave.

- You? - Yeah.

And uh, Ellen's gonna be okay with that?

I dunno. Let's find out. Ellen!

Yeah, she's not here.

[falsetto]: Why yes, honey, I'd love a man cave.

- Thank you, sweetie. - [laughing]

If you have a man cave, you gotta have a theme, though.

Oh, yeah, yeah. I was thinking outer space.

- It's not a rumpus room. - What are you, 12?

- What? - Well, it's got a man cave,

it's gotta have cars and pictures of girls.

Oh yeah, like a...

like a fifties garage kinda thing?

Well, the... like a drive-in diner.

Oh, hey, guys, speaking of cars,

have you seen an old blue sedan driving down the road at night?

- No, haven't seen it. - Why?

I dunno, just the past few weeks,

I've seen this car cruising down the road.

Real slow. Like it's...

casing out the neighborhood or something.

I spoke to Ben Morrison last week.

He's seen it too.

Eh, you're just being paranoid.

Oh. I mean,

not that you don't have reason to, man.

- No, it's fine. - After all that...

You know, stuff that went on there.

Yeah, no, no, no, it's not that.

It's... You know what? It's probably nothing.

How 'bout you, Pete? You seen it?

- Uh, what's that? - Well,

this mysterious blue car. You know, just 'cause

you're always coming home from the hospital at odd hours.

Maybe you saw something.

Uh...

No. Nothing.

[Roger]: Know what we should do? [Scott]: Hmm?

- Start a neighborhood watch. - [laughing]

Definitely. Absolutely. I mean,

you, Wyatt Earp, and Doc Holliday.

Perfect. [laughing]

What does that make you, the Clantons?

[chuckles]

Oh, come on!

- He's hot! - [laughing]

[Pete]: Well...

[mimics shooting]

I don't know.

I've just been feeling so out of it today.

How many fingers am I holding up?

Eight?

We need to get you to the hospital.

Oh no, she's burning up with a fever of 104.

Time to get her in the pool, stat!

No, no, no, no, we're not doing that.

Do you want a glass of water or something?

No, I'm okay. But...

I think my dad might have something in the garage

- that could help. - Ibuprofen?

Something a little stronger.

Um, can I please hang out with you guys?

I'm really bored.

Oh, nice to meet you, really bored.

Uh, my name is leaving and her name is coming with me.

Oh, also.

Don't fall in the pool.

Stop.

Do you think that Ellen is gonna show up?

Oh, not a chance.

Why not?

Because things with her and Jake are not good.

That is no reason not to show up

to a neighborhood barbecue.

After all, Jake is here.

Jake would be anywhere there's food and drinks.

[chuckles]

Um, hey, um...

Betsy, I heard...

something happened at your house,

- this weekend. - Like what?

I don't know.

I just heard the kids talking about it.

You... didn't ask them?

No.

I figured they'd tell me if they wanted to.

It was nothing.

One of Pete's patients, as usual. [chuckles]

[chuckles]

Speaking of hearing something,

what about Len McDonald? [gasps]

I know, right?

Sorry, who's Len McDonald?

Vice Principal of the high school.

He left his wife for a 22 year old.

Wow.

And that's not the worst part.

She was a former student.

What?

Well, do you think that was happening

while she was going there?

I don't know. But...

- you can't help but wonder. - Mm-hmm.

Just be happy that Brittany's outta there next year.

Yes, but problems at the high school

bring down all our property value.

That's one way to look at it.

- [chuckles] - Thanks for having us today.

Yes, thank you.

- It's my pleasure. - [chuckles]

[chuckling]

[birds chirping]

Uh, hi, Mrs. Claremont.

My dad's having a barbecue in the backyard.

You should stop by.

When I was your age,

if my parents were having an event,

I'd be checking on the guests.

Not running off to the hollow.

The hollow?

Let's just go. She's super sus.

Yeah, no kidding.

It's like Edward Scissorhands on crack.

[chuckling]

Why does your dad keep his weed in here?

I don't know.

He probably thinks I won't find it.

I can't believe your dad actually smokes pot.

Why? Most parents do.

I know, just given his job.

Yeah, but he's a doctor, not a saint.

[sighs]

- [deep exhale] - Did you find it yet?

- What's that? - Not weed.

Clearly.

There's money and credit cards in here.

Tony Dales?

You know him?

I've never seen him before in my life.

- Hmm, you sure? - Yeah, I...

I think I'd remember a face like that.

Pfft, maybe your dad found it somewhere.

You find a lost wallet

and you take it to the police station

or you keep it and try and contact the person.

You don't hide it with the rest of the stuff

you don't want found.

So, is there weed in there or...

You know,

I'm not really in the mood anymore, Archer.

I'm actually just gonna go upstairs for a bit

- and I'll call you later? - Yeah.

Okay, uh...

I'll just...

see myself out.

[intriguing music]

[birds chirping]

[dial tone]

[cellphone vibrating]

[grunting exhale] Hey.

Tony Dales went missing a few days ago.

Who?

Tony Dales, the guy whose wallet we found.

Right. Uh, how do you know?

Well, I googled his name.

Maybe there's more than one Tony Dales.

The article has pictures.

Why would my dad have the wallet of a missing man?

Uh, no idea.

It doesn't make any sense.

[intriguing music]

You still there?

Yeah. Yeah, I uh...

I gotta go, Arch. I'll talk to you later.

[call beeps off]

[♪]

Mrs. Claremont!

Mrs. Claremont, open up! I wanna talk to you.

I know you're in there. I saw you looking out.

Oh, Dr. Walker.

I didn't know you made house calls.

Heh, cute. I have a question for you.

[sighs]

You see an old blue sedan driving around the neighborhood?

Why?

[annoyed chuckle]

What do you mean why?

Because you know everything that happens in this street.

That's not what I meant.

I meant why do you wanna know?

Do I need to remind you

that what affects me affects all of us?

Even you.

So, if you like the way things are,

- I suggest... - I've seen it.

Great. When?

This past week.

You see the driver?

Nope.

But now that I think about it,

he did show a particular interest

in your house.

You tell anyone about this?

No one's asked.

I think it would be in both of our interests

if we kept this between us, Mrs. Claremont.

Agreed?

[mocking laugh]

[annoyed sigh]

[intriguing music]

[seagulls calling]

[sighs happily]

[fishing line tensing]

[ominous music]

Yeah, here we go.

Come on.

Gah!

Gee! Huh.

[dramatic music]

Geez.

[unzipping]

[somber music]

[sighs]

How did this happen?

[camera shutter snaps]

[camera shutter snaps]

Jake Tolbert?

I'm Detective Vaughn.

Can you walk me through it?

I just told the officers everything.

I know. I'm sorry.

It's hard, but can you just um...

just one more time, okay?

I cast my line.

I sat down to have a beer, and immediately,

felt the line snag something.

But you couldn't see what?

No, at that point, I figured it could be anything

from a walleye to a tree branch.

I couldn't reel it in anymore.

I was having trouble with it.

And then all of a sudden, it...

He... came up.

[sighs]

Okay.

Thank you.

You can head home whenever you want.

You just take your time, okay?

[indistinct radio chatter]

Anything? [camera shutter snaps]

We've got a car. A blue sedan.

Anyone inside?

You get plates?

[beep]

[intriguing music]

[indistinct radio chatter]

Good. Good work.

Go warm up.

Hey, it's Vaughn.

Got some plates I need you to run.

[♪]

Dales.

- Never heard the name before. - Who was he?

At this point, we don't really know.

You know who you should talk to?

Yeah, I saw the car.

Is that who it was, this Dales fellow?

Well, we're not sure, Mr. Lambert,

but it could have been.

Do you have a sense of what he might have been doing,

driving around this neighborhood?

No. No idea.

But he couldn't have been up to any good.

Why do you say that?

Well, what business would he have on Maple Street?

[♪]

No, I didn't see anyone.

Just heard Scott talking about it.

[sipping]

You want some?

No.

[♪]

When you took this job, Detective,

I bet you never expected so much excitement.

Hmm. Well, it comes with the territory,

- Mrs. Walker. - Sure.

But here, on Maple Street?

People move here to escape the problems of the city.

You can't escape human nature.

I don't know how much you've all read online

about the incident.

I... I only know what Jake Tolbert told me.

The deceased is a man by the name of Tony Dales.

Does that name mean anything to you?

Uh, not me, no.

Me neither.

Brittany?

- Uh... - Sorry,

how would my daughter know a complete stranger?

Have any of you noticed a suspicious vehicle

driving around the area lately?

Not me, no.

Was this man driving around,

casing out the neighborhood?

We're not sure, Mrs. Walker. Did you see something?

[intriguing music]

But if there was a... a vehicle,

a beat up old junker driving around this area,

you probably would have noticed, wouldn't you?

Probably.

Has anything else suspicious happened recently?

Any... anything that you'd like to tell me?

Uh...

Anything at all.

[♪]

Well, as always, I appreciate your time.

Thank you.

Uh, do we need to worry about anything, Detective?

Not from Tony Dales.

I wouldn't worry, Mrs. Walker.

Just be vigilant, as always.

- Thank you. - Okay.

[♪]

She gave him every opportunity

to say something. Anything.

And they both denied knowing Tony Dales.

They didn't mention what happened

the other night at your house?

No, they didn't say a word about it.

Hmm.

Can I eat those?

- [sighs] - Yeah.

[overlapping chatter]

I can't turn him in, Archer.

Who?

My dad.

I know we should go to Detective Vaughn

and tell her what we found but...

I don't know, I just... I can't do it.

And if I go and ask him, he's just gonna lie.

Make something up.

I have to do it.

I have to go talk to my mom.

Do you think that...

she might be lying?

Yeah, but she wouldn't lie to me.

I mean, she's my mom.

Yeah.

Well, then you'll just...

have to do what you have to do.

[chuckles under breath]

[sighs]

Good call on the pepperoni.

[chuckles]

[birds chirping]

[door opening] [Brittany]: Mom?

- In here! - [door closing]

Hi, sweetheart. How was school?

It was okay. Can I talk to you?

Of course.

What's going on?

What do you mean?

- [scoffs] - Don't.

Don't do that. I am not a kid.

Something is going on and I wanna know what it is.

I swear to you,

I don't know what you're talking about.

Is this about your fall?

Go ahead.

Open it.

[somber music]

That's the man they pulled out of the lake.

Where did you get this?

What does it matter?

Where, Brittany?

I found it in our garage.

Well, uh...

Jake Tolbert found the body.

He probably gave it to your dad.

Why?

I don't really know but I'm sure

there's a good explanation for it.

We'll talk to your dad later.

You're a liar.

Brittany!

[♪]

[sighs]

[dial tone]

[indistinct chatter]

No, that's uh...

That's great. Thank you.

[cellphone vibrating]

Hi.

You need to come home. Now.

Why? What's wrong?

She knows.

How?

She found the wallet.

Did you tell her anything?

Of course not!

Okay, look, I'm on my way now.

[sighs]

[breathes nervously]

[intriguing music]

[sighs deeply]

[sighs]

Dr. Walker.

Detective Vaughn,

- what are you doing here? - Believe it or not,

- I was looking for you. - Me?

- Mm-hmm. - Well, what can I do for ya?

Well, I'm just tying up some loose ends

on the Tony Dales case

and I was hoping that you could help me.

- I can try. - According to the coroner,

Tony Dales was found dead the same night

that your daughter had her injury.

How do you know about that?

Oh, you'll have to ask her.

- I'm asking you. - Look,

Brittany may be living under your roof

and going to high school, but legally,

she's an adult.

What does Brittany's accident have to do with any of this?

Like I said, I'm just tying up loose ends.

If you say so.

But you never reported it to the police.

Her accident, I mean.

You couldn't have known about Tony Dales.

Look, it was obvious to me that Brittany had fallen.

I examined her myself

and determined that she was fine.

See, the thing is, according to Brittany,

you did call the police.

You see why I'm having trouble with this.

My daughter took quite a blow, Detective.

Yet it wasn't bad enough to bring her to the hospital.

[scoffs]

Look, I'd love to help you

but I have a patient waiting for me.

- So, if there's anything else... - No,

I think I have everything I need.

Don't let me keep you.

[♪]

[insects chirping]

We have to tell her.

I don't think that's a good idea.

If you don't, I will.

[sighs]

Brittany!

Dinner!

[Brittany]: I'm not really hungry.

Brittany, just come and join us, please.

[sighs]

We owe you the truth.

I'm listening.

Tony Dales broke into our house

on Saturday night. I don't know

what he wanted or what he was doing but...

he knocked you unconscious.

How do you know?

Because I came home early from playing cards and saw it.

Dales...

tried to run but I caught him.

Your dad only wanted to protect you, Brittany.

I don't understand.

You... you killed him?

I didn't mean to.

I swear I didn't mean to.

He attacked me. I was defending myself.

And at that point, we...

We didn't know what he had done to you.

Why didn't you just call the police?

The man broke into our house and assaulted me.

Because I didn't know they would see it that way.

You were fine and Dales was dead.

So, I...

I panicked.

Your father did what he had to do.

He got rid of the body and the man's car.

In the lake.

With winter coming, I...

hoped he would never be found

and that would be the end of it.

That's what I don't understand.

I mean, why didn't you just tell me the next day?

Did you think I'd go to the police?

No. No, of course not.

You had been knocked out

and your father and I, we agreed...

that you might not remember any of it.

And if that was possible, then...

Well, we didn't want you to relive the trauma.

And look, maybe that was the wrong decision.

I... I don't know.

But we just...

wanted to do what was best to protect you.

[inhales deeply]

So, what now?

Now we all have to be on the same page.

That Detective Vaughn has been sniffing around.

She came by my office today.

You didn't tell me that.

It just happened.

And she doesn't know anything.

Yet.

But Brittany, I'm sure she'll contact you again.

What do you mean again?

Well, I... I went to the police.

Just to see if they knew anything.

Anything you guys weren't telling me.

At this point,

all we have to do is stick to the story.

You had a fall.

You don't remember anything.

[mysterious music]

We love you, sweetheart.

We just wanna keep you safe.

Okay.

Okay. Let's eat.

[♪♪]

[insects chirping]

- Geez, Britt! - [chuckles]

How could I scare you? You knew I was coming.

- Yeah, from there. - Are you insane?

You use the window. I use the door.

Well...

Let's go. Come on.

Uh, should we do anything with the ladder?

No, it's fine.

[insects chirping]

I don't like it here anymore.

What? Why not?

Dales is long gone.

Yeah, but it still gives me the creeps, you know?

It's just a lake, Britt.

A lake where we've had a lot of good memories.

True. I don't know.

Still doesn't just make sense, you know?

My dad, he doesn't panic.

He deals with life and death situations every day.

Well, he's never killed anyone before.

If he says what happened actually happened,

then it's self-defense.

He wouldn't get in any trouble.

But you don't think that's what did happen.

I don't know.

And why was Dales even here?

He didn't live in the area.

Uh, to rob the place?

- He didn't have a record. - How do you know?

Same way I found out he was missing, online.

Archer, there's nothing sketchy about this guy, at all.

Well, I don't know. Maybe it was his first robbery,

or he was like, covering his tracks.

A middle-aged guy just decides

to rob the house of a perfect stranger

in a random town?

I don't think so.

I don't know.

Weird things tend to happen on Maple Street.

I would know better than anyone else.

I know.

[croaking] [water gently swaying]

I can't go to Detective Vaughn with this.

If she suspects something, she'll arrest my dad.

And she might anyway, if she gets enough evidence.

So, what are you gonna do?

I'm gonna talk to the one person

who knew Tony Dales the best.

[soft music]

[birds chirping]

[nervous sigh]

[exhales]

Um...

Um...

Mrs. Dales?

You look a little old to be a Girl Scout.

Oh, uh, yeah. No, no, I'm...

I'm not.

But I was hoping to talk to you for a few minutes.

What's this about?

Uh, it's about your husband, actually.

Come in.

[soft music]

[dishes clink]

[camera shutter snaps] Do you take sugar?

Uh, however you take it is... is fine.

[♪]

You don't have any kids?

We were never blessed.

Be careful. It's hot.

Thanks.

So, did you know my husband?

Uh, no. No, I'm afraid I didn't.

Then do you mind if I ask what your interest in this is?

Um...

My dad was the one who, uh,

who found the body.

Ah, I see.

Mrs. Dales...

Sandra.

Sandra, um,

I just wanted to tell you how sorry I am for your loss.

It would have been almost 20 years this May.

We didn't have much but...

...we loved each other.

[sighs]

I have a boyfriend, Archer.

Everyone thinks we're gonna break up next year

when we go away to college, but...

I don't know.

- [chuckles softly] - That's what they told us, too.

We met in high school.

"Young love, it will never last."

But somehow it did.

I hope you don't think I'm being nosy

but your husband's death, it...

it affected me.

I can't really explain it.

Do you have any idea

what he was doing over there on Maple Street?

I mean, it's not exactly close.

The police asked me that too.

Asked me that a dozen times, a dozen different ways.

Unfortunately, I have no idea.

There was one thing though.

Although, as I told the police, I can't imagine

how it could have been related to his death.

A few weeks before Tony disappeared,

an older woman showed up at the house.

She said she needed to talk to Tony.

I never found out who she was or what they discussed.

You never asked him?

Of course I did.

He told me it had to do with work.

But you didn't believe him.

Tony was in union labor,

construction sites.

This woman, she looked like...

Like she was very sick.

Anyway, after that, Tony became distant.

Angry. He wouldn't tell me what was wrong.

And then, he...

He disappeared.

Sorry, I haven't talked this much about it

since it happened.

I guess I'm just a... a good listener.

[chuckles softly]

[soft music]

You take care of yourself, Brittany.

You too.

I'm glad you decided to stop by.

It was...

it was nice.

Yeah, yeah, it was.

Bye.

Bye.

[♪]

[birds chirping]

[engine starts]

[mysterious music]

[mysterious music]

[birds chirping]

[engine stops]

[sighs]

[sighs]

[birds chirping]

[door opening and closing]

Mom?

In the kitchen, sweetheart. Where were you?

Out.

Uh, I just spoke with your father.

I think we'll go to his office first,

- then go to La Fonda... - Was I adopted?

B-Brittany, why would you ever think that?

Just answer the question.

What? I...

Of course not. That's absurd.

Don't lie to me, Mom.

I am not lying to you.

And I know you're still shaken up

about everything that happened

but I assure you, you are not adopted.

I don't believe you.

Sit down.

No. No, I don't want to.

Sit down. I wanna show you something.

That's you. Minutes after you were born.

You were the most precious thing that we had ever seen.

That doesn't prove anything.

You could have adopted me as a baby.

- [sighs] - This is me, about to pop.

You were a week late and I was miserable.

Do you believe me now?

Yeah. Yeah, I'm...

I'm sorry.

[mysterious music]

Do you wanna tell me what this is about?

Uh, it's...

It's just what you said.

You know, a lot's been going on

and I guess it's just taken a lot out of me.

Oh.

Oh, honey, I'm so sorry.

[sighs]

I love you.

I love you, too.

[♪]

[insects chirping]

Wanna come sit?

Uh, no. No, I'm good.

Where are you guys going, a party?

No, uh, no party tonight, Lex.

Just uh, like, a movie or something.

You know, when my dad was younger,

he had to take his little sister everywhere.

- [chuckles softly] - Talk to your brother.

Britt said I could come.

What?

Shouldn't you be performing a sacrifice somewhere?

Come on.

Later, Lex.

Bye.

Don't forget to lock the door.

- Yeah, yeah. - [door closing]

[intriguing music]

[insects chirping]

[yawns]

How do you know she's gonna be leaving soon?

She's a waitress. She told me she works nights.

Well, you should ask her to bring us back a burger.

[sighs]

You just ate like a whole fried chicken.

I know, but I'm still hungry.

Gotta eat my protein. [chuckles softly]

What?

She does look like you.

- I know. - More than you do your mom.

Yeah, I know.

What if she is?

- What if she is what? - Your real mother.

What does that prove?

Aside from the fact

that my whole life's been a lie?

Touché.

Just one step at a time, I guess.

[sighs] [door opening]

There she is. There she is. There she is.

[door closing]

[insects chirping]

[car door opening]

[intriguing music]

[engine starts]

Okay, let's head around back?

Yep.

[♪]

All right. Try the back door.

I don't think she's gonna leave that open.

- Yeah, you're right. - Yeah.

Come on.

[♪]

- Where are we going? - I don't know.

There's gotta be something around here.

[gasps]

The window!

Uh, wait. What if there's an alarm?

I don't think she has an alarm.

[tense music]

[grunting]

Okay.

I'll go first.

Okay.

[grunts]

- You're okay? - Yeah. Yeah.

- Bathroom? - Yeah.

[♪]

[screams]

[panicked breathing]

[chuckles]

Uh...

[intriguing music]

Oh.

Okay.

Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah, this will work.

Here, hold this.

[♪]

Okay.

[♪]

Okay, I think that's all we need.

Let's go.

[dramatic crescendo]

[somber music]

[Brittany]: Okay.

[Archer]: Do you want me to like,

- do something or... - Uh...

Uh, yeah. Open... open this.

That goes in there.

How long does it take to get the results in?

Um, 48 hours, two days, I don't know.

Once they receive the results, they just email me.

Wait, do they send it to your house or...

No, it's all online.

It's... it's a code. I just input it.

- [hissing inhale] - Ow.

Ow, you gotta get it from the root.

Okay.

Okay.

[intriguing music]

That's everything.

Okay, let's go.

[♪]

[nervous sigh]

[birds chirping]

I appreciate you talking with me again, Mr. Tolbert.

Yeah, do I have a choice?

Can't imagine what I could tell you

that you don't already know. I mean,

you guys got there only a few minutes

- after I found the body. - Actually,

I'm more interested in the man

that some of your friends saw

driving around the neighborhood.

That was really only Scott

and he didn't get a good look at the driver.

I don't even know if it was a man.

Okay, well, I...

I thought that it was Dr. Walker who noticed the man?

Who... who noticed the car?

Pete? No, I...

I don't think so. [scoffs]

What is it, Mrs. Tolbert?

I just wouldn't believe anything Pete Walker says.

Oh?

Everyone thinks he walks on water

but he had his own problems when he started his business.

- Ellen... - What?

You don't think he and Betsy talk about us

whenever they get the chance?

I don't know the details.

We had just moved into the neighborhood,

but you know, you hear things.

Well... [chuckles]

It had only been a few years

after he had started his practice

and there were allegations of professional misconduct.

I don't know if he was fined, or suspended, or whatever,

but people were talking about it.

But nothing since?

Not even any rumors?

Not that I know of, but then again,

I'm not one to gossip.

Well, whatever it was, it's ancient history, Ellen.

Let the guy be. He's a well-respected OBGYN.

[scoffs]

You know, what do these rumors have to do with anything?

What do they have to do with that body I hooked?

You know, which I'm still having nightmares about,

by the way.

Nothing.

Nothing at all.

You know, it sounds like you could use some therapy.

Want me to set that up for you?

That's okay.

All right. Well, thank you.

[intriguing music]

[birds chirping]

Stop hovering.

I'm not hovering.

You're hovering.

[sighs deeply]

How long is it gonna take?

Well, if you let me sign in,

I'll tell you in just a second.

Okay, here we go. "Dear valued customer,

the DNA samples you provided..."

[Archer]: Oh, my God.

Sandra Dales is my biological mother.

[soft music]

[sighs]

[seagulls calling]

[intriguing music]

[sighs]

[sighs happily]

Bingo.

[intriguing music]

[birds chirping]

[pained breathing]

Yes? May I help you?

- Mrs. Backus? - Ms.

My apologies.

I'm Detective Lori Vaughn.

May I come in?

Make yourself comfortable.

Thank you.

I'd offer you refreshments

but it's not so easy for me to get around anymore.

Ms. Backus, I'm sorry about your...

Cancer. Bone.

Stage IV.

So, if I were you, I'd talk quickly.

I was going over some files,

back when you were a nurse at Woodfield General.

- Medical files. - No, police files.

You filed a report against Dr. Peter Walker.

[scoffs]

I did.

You remember this?

Of course I remember.

I've got cancer, not dementia.

Hmm.

Can you tell me what the complaint was about?

It was an ethical breach.

I never got to tell the whole story

because I withdrew the complaint.

What was it specifically?

I saw...

I saw the unthinkable.

Dr. Walker switching babies.

What...

What do you mean, switching babies?

Well, the doctor and his wife had just given birth.

It was stillborn.

I saw it.

And then soon after, she had a healthy baby girl.

Whose?

Another couple giving birth on the same day.

Anthony and Sandra Dales.

[somber music]

Um...

Did you confront Dr. Walker?

I did, expecting him to deny it.

But he just looked at me with those cold eyes of his.

I'd never seen eyes so cold.

He told me

if I dare breathe a word of it,

he'd kill me.

And you believed him?

I completely believed him. Huh.

But I still filed the complaint.

And later, I went home.

Had some time to think about it.

You must have been very scared.

Call it what you will.

If I talked, I was a dead woman.

If I kept quiet,

at least I could live.

World works in mysterious ways.

So, you rescinded it

and you've kept it a secret all these years.

'Til a few weeks ago.

And I just figured didn't matter anymore.

If Dr. Walker found out,

he'd be putting me out of my misery.

So, I went to see Anthony Dales.

Tony Dales is dead.

What?

You don't read the news?

What happened?

He was murdered.

Dr. Walker is cleaning up.

[somber music]

[insects chirping]

[dishes clinking] [clock ticking]

I made your favorite,

mashed potatoes.

It's delicious. Thank you.

How was your day?

Ah, you know, same old, same old.

Uh, and... and yours?

It was great. Yeah, it was really good.

[inhales deeply]

I am so glad I bought that shirt for you.

You look so handsome.

[chuckles softly]

Sweetheart, you're not eating.

Come on, Britt,

your mom put a lot of effort into this meal.

Britt, if you're not gonna eat...

I'm not your daughter.

[scoffs]

Britt, don't start this again.

I'm not your daughter!

Hey, Britt,

what's gotten into you?

If I'm not your mother, who is?

Sandra Dales.

Who is Sandra Dales?

The wife of the man who attacked me.

Why in the world would you think that?

Because she looks so similar to me!

You went to see her?

Look, Britt... [Pete sighs]

Do you know how many people look similar to each other?

Don't lie to me, Pete.

Not again.

Okay, this is utterly ridiculous.

You are our daughter.

- I have proof. - What?

What proof could you possibly have?

Brittany.

Pete?

I don't know.

I took a DNA test.

You're not my biological mother.

[sighs]

[somber music]

Pete, what's going on?

[♪]

Will someone tell me what the hell is going on!

We...

tried for so long to have a child.

We'd never gotten that far before.

I knew you'd be shattered if you lost that baby.

[gasps]

Our...

baby was stillborn.

There was a young couple giving birth at the same time.

They were healthy.

I just figured they'd have more children.

You stole me from them?

I did what I thought was right.

To protect your mother. To protect this family.

And she never knew?

Betsy, please just...

[sighs]

What happened to Mom's baby?

I told the Daleses

that she miscarried so...

they buried her.

[sighs]

I have to hand it to you.

When you lie, you lie big.

[sighs]

[sighs]

[intriguing music] [distant siren]

[insects chirping]

Mrs. Dales,

I'm Detective Vaughn. We spoke when I...

Yes, I... I remember you.

Can I talk to you for a few minutes, please?

Thank you.

[insects chirping]

[sniffing]

Betsy, I just need...

I don't wanna see you right now.

Wh... where are you going?

Anywhere...

but here!

Can we, can we at least talk about this? I...

What is there to possibly talk about?

Are you kidding? I...

I did this for you!

For me?

Everything. All of it.

Oh, no.

No, no, no,

you do not get to drag me into this.

If you would've lost that baby,

you would've been devastated.

[somber music]

Do you even realize what you've done?

[insects chirping] [knocking]

[Brittany]: Go away!

Please, Britt, let me in.

I just wanna talk to you.

[Brittany]: No! Get away from me!

I don't wanna see you!

[sighs]

That door was locked. How did you...

Where's Mom?

Gone.

- Gone where? - I... I don't know.

I imagine she needed some time to think.

To... process all this.

You're a resourceful young lady, Britt.

I'll give you that.

Why was Tony Dales at our house that night?

I... I don't know why.

To threaten me, to blackmail me.

Even kill me.

[sighs] It just...

It got outta hand.

Dales isn't the one who knocked me out, was he?

[sighs]

I had to. Sw... Sweetheart.

You were about to find him.

You would have known that I killed him.

You could have killed me!

I didn't hit you hard,

just the right spot.

The back of the skull

where the brain stem meets the spinal cord.

Did you really expect to get away with this?

I did for 18 years.

[sighs]

So, now what?

Mom's gone.

Detective Vaughn knows something.

She's gonna figure it all out soon enough.

Maybe.

[somber music]

Look,

whatever happens,

you'll always be my daughter.

[♪]

[sighs]

[insects chirping]

You'll arrest him now?

I need to discuss it with the chief and the DA.

There needs to be a conversation about what to charge him with.

What if he runs?

You know, despite everything that he's done,

he is a doctor.

Not a career criminal.

He's... he's not going anywhere.

Will he get out on bail?

I imagine so.

He has the means to pay it, no matter how high it is.

Doesn't seem fair.

No.

Nothing that happened to you is fair,

Mrs. Dales.

[sighs deeply]

You take care of yourself.

[shaky exhale]

[soft music]

[insects chirping]

[shaky exhale]

[sobs]

[♪]

[insects chirping]

[Archer]: I can't believe he did that.

I know.

- Do you want me to come over? - Yeah.

Yeah, but no, I... I don't...

I don't know. No, it...

No, I think I just need to be alone.

Are you sure?

Times like this, it's better to have company.

Yeah. No, I'm...

I'm sure. I have a lot to think about.

[sighs]

[sighs]

Uh... how's your mom doing?

Not good.

She left. She just left.

She won't return my calls or my texts.

She won't tell me where she is.

She just says she just needed more time

to digest everything.

Hmm.

How are you doing, Britt?

I don't know.

You know, the first time I saw Sandra Dales...

I just had this feeling, you know,

like it...

wasn't just because we looked like each other.

I just knew.

She was my mother.

Yeah.

No, that... that makes sense.

[glass shattering]

Hey, you still there?

- [ominous music] - Dad?

Archer, I gotta go.

Hey, Brittany.

[♪]

[♪]

[dramatic crescendo]

[tense music]

[panicked breathing]

- Where are you going? - Shh!

- Tell me where you're going. - I'm going to Britt's.

Now go back to bed.

[ominous music]

[floorboard creaking]

[gasps]

- [muffled scream] - Shh!

It's just me. It's just me.

Okay, come on.

[panicked breathing]

[footsteps in the stairs]

[Brittany]: It's Sandra!

We got to stop her. She's going for my dad.

No, no, no, no, no. She could have a gun.

Your father can take care of himself.

He's asleep.

Well, then we'll call the police.

I'm not risking losing you.

Your father would want this.

Okay.

Come on.

Uh...

[dial tone]

Hi, yes, um...

I need a...

a police officer to 3309 Maple Street.

[mysterious music]

[heavy breathing]

[ominous music]

[gasping]

What?

Don't move.

Please.

All I ever wanted was a daughter

and you took her from me!

I know. I'm sorry.

You're not sorry enough.

[Pete grunts] [Sandra screams]

- [distant grunting] - Dad!

Brittany, no!

Don't go up there!

[grunts] [screams in pain]

Okay, okay, okay.

J-j-j-just listen, listen, listen!

I... I didn't... I didn't mean to hurt anyone.

It's too late.

- Wait, wait, wait, wait! - Sandra!

Mom...

Don't do this.

He...

He took you from me.

Yes,

and he's gonna have to answer for it

but not like this.

So many years.

I know. I know.

My baby.

[grunts]

[ominous music]

No, wait, wait, wait, wait!

[screams]

[knife clattering]

[panting]

Are you okay?

- Yeah. - Okay.

Yeah.

You came back.

He's still my husband.

For better or for worse.

[grunts]

No.

You stay.

Let's go.

No, wait.

[Betsy]: Let the police handle it, honey.

You would have done the same thing.

- [sighs] - Okay.

[melancholic music]

[distant police sirens]

[police radio chatter]

[insects chirping]

[engine starts]

Is my dad gonna be okay?

Physically, yes.

They've already stopped the bleeding.

None of the major arteries were hit.

So, what's gonna happen to him?

[sighs]

And me?

A woman broke into your house.

She stabbed your husband

and was minutes away from killing him.

Self-defense laws were written for this.

Do we have to come into the station?

Eventually, yes, but for now, you just...

just decompress, okay?

Wait.

What about Sandra?

Honestly, Brittany, I don't know.

She tried to kill your father.

I just, um...

I just don't know.

You take care of each other, okay?

I'll talk to you tomorrow.

I'm gonna...

Yeah.

Thanks.

[melancholic music]

[indistinct chatter]

I don't feel bad about what I did.

But I feel bad for her.

For who?

Your mother.

You're my mother.

[relieved exhale]

[crying]

- I'm tired. - Okay.

Yeah, I... I think we've seen enough.

Yeah. Yeah. Hey, guys, we're gonna take off,

but let us know if everything's okay?

- Come on, buddy. - Good night. Come on. Let's go.

I should go talk to her.

Nah, leave her be. She's with her daughter.

Well, they took him away in an ambulance.

- Was he dead? - My God, Ellen.

- What? I'm just asking. - He's not dead.

It was an ambulance, not a hearse.

Even if he was dead,

they'd take him away in an ambulance.

- How do you know? - I know.

Hmm.

You think this has to do with that man

- they found dead in the lake? - Tony Dales.

Or whatever his name was? Uh...

- Ah. - Oh!

The mysterious man in the blue sedan.

What do you know about all this,

- Mrs. Claremont? - Me?

How could I possibly know anything about this?

[chuckles slyly]

[intriguing music]

[rhythmic music]

[♪]

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