All language subtitles for Orphan.First.Kill.2022.108

I'm Anna Troyev,
the art therapy instructor.

Arms up.

I trust we won't go through this
every day?

Anna?

Welcome.
Are you ready for your first day?

I think so.

Please.

Do you live far?

Somewhat. But it's worth it.

Always wanted to use art to help people.

Wonderful.

Please.

This way.

Those are our security procedures.

Learn them backwards and forwards.

Most of our patients are quite docile,
but others can be--

Doctor!

It's Leena. She's not in her room,
nobody can find her.

This will be quick, Anna.

Lock it.

- Who's Leena?
- Our most dangerous patient.

In fact, she's the reason
for reopening your filling.

Your predecessor underestimated her
and ignored protocol.

It did not end well.

Listen to me, do not leave this room.

Don't worry, you will be safe here
and we'll come back after we found her.

No, wait, please.

Hello there.

Does your mom or dad work here?

Can I see?

Is that me?

It's very good.

I'm Anna.

What's your name?

Leena.

You didn't answer me before.
Do your parents work here?

Why would you think that?

- Because you're--
- I'm what?

Leena.

Put it down.

Leena.

Put it down. Now.

- You didn't tell me she was a child.
- That's because she's not.

Leena suffers from a gland disorder.

It causes proportional dwarfism.

Essentially, holding her growth
around age ten.

Make no mistake, Leena may look
like a child, but she is a grown woman.

Thirty-one to be exact.

When Leena first arrived,

she struggled so hard
against her restraints

that she would bleed severely.

It was a lesson for all of us
on the depths of her will to be free.

Much of Leena's early life was spent
doing whatever she could to survive.

But she never grew older,
at least not on the outside.

Imagine going through your whole life
with the world only seeing a child.

It is very important
that you do not see her in that way.

Leena uses her affliction
as much as she suffers from it.

She is a exceptional con artist.

Two years ago, Leena wormed her way
into this family by posing as a runaway.

This family took her in,
they fed her, they clothed her.

Normally, Leena would simply steal
whatever she could and then disappear,

but this time she--

Well, let me put it this way...

She lives here now.

Betsy.

Betsy!

She does that.

- How much longer have we got, Daddy?
- Only a few minutes, darling.

Are you learning me by heart,
little Sara?

No, Daddy. I know you by heart.
You're inside my heart.

We're going to be brave, aren't we?

Yes, Daddy.

This is gonna be our hardest battle.

Hello, Dimitri.

You're on time.

It's perfect.

I can't tie these myself.

I want to do something nice for you.

You can come in.

Yeah, yeah.

My daddy has to go away,
he'll return most any day.

I can do it now.

Any moment I may see
my daddy coming back to me.

My daddy has to go away.

Betsy. Do you want some candy?

Betsy!

She cut the feed.

I'm so sorry, Anna.

Hopefully, the police will find her
before anyone else is hurt.

Not quite the start we'd hoped for,
I'm sure.

This job isn't for me.

Oh, Anna.

It usually takes only one.

Don't be frightened, I'm police.

Where are your parents?

My parents are in America.

Sweetheart, what is your name?

My name is Esther.

En garde!

Yes!

- You killed it.
- Thanks, man.

I'm proud of you, sweetheart.

- Yeah, great job, pal.
- Thanks, guys.

- How long do you think you'll be?
- Actually,

a bunch of people
are getting together tonight.

Well, congrats.

I'll see you guys back at the house.

I mean, this was supposed to be
family night.

What, is he not supposed to have fun
with his friends?

Oh, God. All he does is have fun.

No. Gunnar works his tail off.

When he's not studying, he's fencing.

He's living his life.

Don't do that. Don't go into your head.

I need you to be present.
Gunnar needs you.

- Sorry, was I not at that match?
- Esther's not coming back, Allen.

I miss her too. I do.
Every moment of every day.

What is he doing here?

Hello, Allen. We have an update
on your daughter Esther.

Oh, God.

From the little we've gotten from
Esther, we believe a woman abducted her,

brought her to Russia
and passed her off as her own child

until Esther managed to escape.

We haven't gotten many specifics yet.

Perhaps when she's feeling safer,

she can shed some more light
on what she's been through.

We have a child therapist
that she'll be working with.

Good.

What she needs right now is her family.

Be prepared for changes.

Four years is a long time
in the development of a child.

Esther?

Sweetheart?

It's me.

It's Mommy.

Can I-- Can I see you?

Sweetie, it's--

it's Mommy.

I thought I would never see you again.

Everything is right now.

It's been so long
since you've seen any of us.

Let me see if I can--

There's Daddy.

This was one of our charity events.

He looked so handsome
that night, didn't he?

- Can I grab you anything else?
- No, thanks.

Speak of the devil.

Your brother's probably a foot taller
than you would remember.

Oh, there's Mop-Mop.
She's been so good to us.

I can't wait to see her.

No, sweetie. She passed, remember?

It's just the four of us now.

I have to use the restroom.

- Is the restroom over there?
- No, it's just right back over there.

In the back?

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

"Can't wait to see her." So stupid!

Daddy and Gunnar are just downstairs.

Do you think Father will recognize me?

Maybe not,
if you keep calling him "Father."

- Dad.
- Yeah, that's better.

Here. Let me look at you.

Oh, my God. You look...

like a little lady.
You've grown up so much.

Here. Take this off.

That's better. It's less austere.

This is--

- Sorry.
- No, I'm sorry. I--

Come on, let's go.

I think I'm nervous.

All right, big step.

- Daddy?
- I'm so sorry.

I can't believe it's really you.

I always knew. I always knew.

- Hello, Gunnar.
- Hey.

I think we could do
a little bit better than, "Hey."

- Don't you think?
- Come.

- Glad you're back.
- Me too.

- How about we go home, huh?
- Yes.

Let's go home.

Welcome home, Esther.

We left it just as it was.

We always knew you would come back home.

I mean,
you've probably outgrown so much,

but we have a lot of Christmases
and birthdays to make up for,

so just let us know what you're into
and you might get it.

I like painting.

You like to paint?

You were never interested
in painting before.

Well, maybe you two
can spend some time in your studio.

Nothing would make me happier.

So, plan is, tomorrow
you're gonna talk to Dr. Segar.

Do you remember her?
She-- She had the parrot named Sydney.

Okay.

- Well, if you need anything--
- We're right down the hall, all right?

Okay, you can go in.
Dr. Segar will be right with you.

I'm seeing her in a few minutes.

I think it's too soon
for you to get involved, Detective.

I'd like to talk to her alone first.

Look, I have to go.

You have no idea how happy I am
to see you, Esther.

Welcome home.

Well, now. You're certainly
not the little girl I once knew.

You're a young lady now.

Do you remember what I told you
when we first began our sessions?

I told you, if I ask any questions
that make you uncomfortable, we'll stop.

I wish my parents were like you.

How so?

They keep asking what happened to me,

but I'm not ready to tell them about it.

And that's perfectly fine.

I am hoping you'll talk to me about it,
but only when you're ready.

Okay?

Having said that, is there anything
you wanna tell me about your time away?

You want to play, Sydney?

I think Sydney wants to play with me.

Hello, I remember you. You remember me?

Your turn.
Esther, you can wait out here.

I'm just gonna need
to talk to your mom for a moment.

- Hello.
- Hi.

- I like your earrings.
- Thank you, honey.

What are you writing?

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

I'm sorry.

I'm just gonna go get this cleaned up.

...she seem the same as you remember?
Different?

Well-- Of course she's different.

She has an accent now.

Is that unusual,
considering where she's been?

Not necessarily. She was there a long
time when her speech was still developing.

But I will tell you,
she is in far better shape

intellectually and emotionally
than I would expect.

Well, that's good, right?

I did notice some inconsistencies.

For example, she said that was Sydney.

Sydney was a macaw,
bright orange and four times the size.

Yet today, she addressed this bird
as Sydney with complete confidence.

- What are you getting at?
- To me it felt like a performance.

He hit me and ripped my dress.
I want to go home.

- That's enough for today.
- Of course. We'll reschedule.

- Esther, you all right?
- Yes.

Hey.

Morticia, get Gunnar for me, would ya?

- What did you call me?
- Mike, that's her. Sister.

Oh, shit. It's my bad.

Get Gunnar.

- Was that Spanish or something?
- Hey, let's go.

- Your sister's a fucking trip, man.
- Seriously, dude? My dad's right there.

- I don't care.
- Mike. Fucking idiot.

Hey, honey. You okay?

- My dress is ruined.
- I'll buy you a new one.

I was thinking-- I was thinking,
we can go to the studio.

I would love to.

If I didn't know any better, I'd think
you'd never been in here before.

So beautiful.

What's the light for?

What's the light for?

It's-- You don't remember?
It's what your papa is famous for.

Here.

Press on this.

Yeah, I always try to fit so much
into one canvas,

so I resorted to a hidden layer.

- Nothing is ever just one thing, right?
- So cool.

- You haven't been in here in a while.
- No, I haven't.

What's this one?

Oh, no.

I should've gotten rid of this.

Who is that?

There's no use dwelling on the past.

You're home now,
that's all that matters, right?

So, I was thinking we could dust off
some canvases, see what comes of it.

- I would love to.
- Yeah?

What's your poison, oil, watercolors?
I got it all.

- Charcoal?
- Charcoal. Okay.

Pick an object and we'll sit down,
we'll draw it together.

I want to draw you.

You wanna draw me?

Yeah, okay.

Well, this is a first.

How do you want me?

I can do The Thinker.

The way you were
when you were looking at that.

- That's not a place I wanna live anymore.
- There.

Just like that.

You learned to paint
while you were over there?

- Would you just draw or was it also--
- It wasn't what you think.

It's still happening,
despite everything that's going on.

Allen? No, he won't be there. You
know how he feels about these things.

So, I'll see you
at the gala tomorrow then, okay?

It's for a good cause.

Beth, just bring your checkbook and Jim.

It's for pediatric cancer,
for Christ's sake.

Okay. That's better, thank you.

- I'm finished.
- Already?

- Do you like it?
- I love it. It's-- it's incredible.

Okay, 30 seconds.

All right? And then we're gonna see
what you can do with paint.

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

I saw that you brought it back with you,
I thought it was special.

You don't knock?

I was looking for my gold watch.

It's okay. I'm sure it will turn up.
Sorry.

"Property of Esther."

"Mommy took me to Wicked."

Mommy. Hello, Mommy.

Thank you, Mommy.

I know, Mommy.

Mommy.

Mommy.

You're not gonna believe
what Esther can do.

We spent the afternoon in the studio.

She drew a portrait of me.

She's got more talent
than I had when I was in my 20s.

How's that possible?

Four years ago,
she was still drawing stick figures.

- Easy.
- What?

Think about where
you were four years ago.

- Now you're a fencing champion.
- Yeah. Just-- it's impressive.

Maybe you can make a portrait of me.

This is delicious, Mommy. Thank you.

Is something wrong?

No, no. I'm just--

You're expecting someone?

Hey. What a nice surprise.

I thought I'd pop in
to say hi to Esther.

- Look who came for a visit.
- I'm sorry to interrupt dinner.

This is a police officer who helped us
when you went missing. He's a friend.

I just came to say,
"Welcome home, Esther."

Thank you.

Excuse me for a moment.

You should know,
our child psychologist feels

Esther should tell her story
within the confines of--

And not with a cop like me.
Don't worry, I get it.

But Esther did vanish
from our little town.

And that remains a concern.

I need to know if
there's still a danger.

I spoke to Dr. Segar this morning.

Is that appropriate?

She told me she's open
to a group discussion tomorrow morning.

Just to see if everything's all right.

Mommy, your gala is tomorrow.

We'll do it the following day, then.
It's important.

I mean, sure, if it's that important
we'll be there.

You forgot to fill your glass.

Well--

Welcome home, Esther.

- You said that already.
- Esther.

- No, it's okay. She's right.
- I'll walk you out.

I'm sorry you live here.

Yeah.

I think I'll stay here for a while.

I think something's going on
with Dr. Segar.

She seemed to be implying
in our last meeting that...

Esther is lying.

That's insane.

- Maybe she needs to see a therapist.
- I know, right?

What? What is this?

- Your date.
- You're coming?

Yeah, of course I'm coming.

You're my wife. I can deal
with a few rich pricks for you.

What about Esther?

Well, Gunnar's here.
She'll be fine, right?

- What, do you want me to stay home?
- No, no.

You know, it seems like
since we got Esther back,

we got us back too.

I couldn't agree more.

- How long do you need to get dressed?
- I can be quick.

Yeah?

I can be quick too.

I'm sorry. No, they're cute.

Just close the door.

- Just close the door.
- What?

No.

No, no, no.

Oh, my God. Do you know
how much I spent on this dress?

- Let me look.
- Oh, man.

You can fix that with a safety pin.

Right. Or staples. Staples would work.

You're responsible for looking after
your sister while we're gone.

- We're trusting you, okay?
- Yeah, Dad. I got it.

You look incredible.

We're off.

Probably won't be home
till after midnight, okay?

So, don't let her stay up too late.

- You have the keys?
- Copy that.

- You look nice.
- Thanks.

Have a good night, honey.

- Ciao.
- Night.

So, what are we going to do?

"We"?

Oh, shit, guys. I'm sorry.
I was holding on to it too long.

So, Gunnar, is your sister
different than you remember?

I mean--

What do you think? She's been
at some Eastern European sex gulag.

- Mike.
- But yeah, she's different all right.

She's got an accent now.

And she dresses like Lizzie Borden.
It's so fucking weird.

Who's Lizzie Borden?

Some crazy chick
who killed her parents with an ax.

Hey, Esther. Why don't you
go watch a movie or something?

No.

Esther, this isn't your scene.
Go watch a movie.

Go fuck yourself.

Hey, Gunnar. You know what I like?

Go.

Anyway, cheers.

- Cheers!
- Yeah, I'll fucking drink to that.

What were we talking about?

Evening.

Hey. My parents aren't here,
they're at Mom's gala.

- Just my luck.
- Yeah.

- Having a party?
- No, it's just a few friends.

- Can smell the weed from the street.
- What?

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

Look, nothing's going on here. Okay?

So, why don't I just tell my parents
that you stopped by

and we can just forget all about this.

Cool?

Cool.

Good.

You mind if I hit the restroom
before I go?

Whatever. Yeah, sure.

That was a blast.

No wonder those uptight millionaires
line up to give the foundation money.

Oh, no. It's the booze.

It's not the booze, hon.

It's the host.
You bring the best out of people.

I just hope the house is still standing.

I mean, when I was 16, I nearly--

- I nearly burnt the house down.
- No, Gunnar would never do that.

Who says I'm talking about Gunnar?

Esther, we're home.

Esther?

Saarne Institute?

Esther?

If you're not Esther,
who the hell are you?

How did you know that I'm not Esther?

Her own mother doesn't even know.

Yeah, kid, she does.

- Damn it.
- Mommy.

The fuck are you looking at?

So, let me get this straight.

You're a grown-ass woman
and a wanted criminal?

That is beyond fucked up.

This is all I ever do anymore,
by the way, clean up after my kids.

Don't worry about it,
Mommy will take care of it.

Mommy takes care of everything.

When Gunnar told me
Donnan came to the house,

I knew I'd find you here.

You could've robbed us blind
and disappeared

the second you had a chance,
but you didn't.

Why is that?

You're thinking bigger, right?

Play the part, manipulate us.

And a year from now
we meet with some tragic accident?

- Am I getting warm?
- Let me go.

- You'll never see me again.
- That's exactly what I'm afraid of.

We can't have Esther disappear
twice now, can we?

She didn't disappear.

There was nothing
that I could do for her.

It was too late.

Gunnar--

He was always way too rough with her.
That night he just went too far.

What was I supposed to do?

Hand over the only child I had left

over some sibling bullshit
that went too far?

I loved my daughter with all my heart.

But a mother protects her family,
no matter what.

And if you think
that I'm gonna let some psycho dwarf

destroy what I have built,

you're mistaken.

This family came over
on the fucking Mayflower

and built this country.

We matter. Allen matters.

When he got the news Esther was alive,
the happiness on his face--

I had to make this work.

Allen doesn't know
what happened to Esther.

And you are gonna help me
make sure that he never does.

There is only one thing worse
than the death of a child.

And that is a child who is missing.

Esther's disappearance changed Allen.

Changed who he was,
who he is supposed to be.

But you are the answer.

You and I have a chance to turn this mess
into a mutually-beneficial arrangement.

Esther's down there, isn't she?

Don't you fucking say her name.

- Okay.
- You conned your way into my family.

You chose this role
and now you're gonna fucking play it.

So, you can be Esther for now

and live a life
that anyone would kill to have.

Or you take the fall for this and get
shipped back to Estonia in handcuffs.

What do you say?

- I'm sorry I scared you.
- I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.
We should've never left you at home.

- What happened?
- She fell off her bike.

I found her by the side of the road.

Honey, what are you doing on a bike?

Come here, let's get warm.

- Mom, I'm so sorry.
- Stop.

- What the fuck?
- Yeah.

So, what does this mean?

It means she's not a kid,
she's a grown woman

and we cannot underestimate her.

No, she's more than that, Mother,

she's a psychopath
living in our fucking house.

So,
we just have to live with this person?

I didn't say that.

So, then can we just-- You know?

- Make it look like an accident.
- It's too soon.

- We need to think about this.
- So, she just owns us now?

No, no. She has just as much
to lose as we do.

Look, neither of us were expecting this.

So, for now, we just keep an eye on her
and when the time is right, we'll end it.

This is insane. Even for us.

Okay. See that? It's in fire.
Pull it back just like that.

You get the bow, flip it in, slide it.

See this. Are you watching?

- Yeah.
- Yeah, and you--

- Nice.
- You see that?

- Yeah.
- That's what I'm talking about.

Our meeting with Dr. Segar is today.
A problem we wouldn't have

if you hadn't talked to the parrot.

Sydney was a macaw.

All macaws are parrots,

but not all fucking parrots are macaws.

What are we gonna do about that?

We make her believe together.

One of our goals here is helping Esther

acclimate back into life
within the family unit.

Part of that is remembering
your shared history.

Moments you had, the fun things
you did together before.

Mr. Albright, what's a memory
that means a lot to you and to Esther?

God, there's so many.

There was Christmas in Paris,
the summer in Tuscany.

- Yellowstone.
- Yeah, that's up there.

I was six.

We saw bears
and a chipmunk stole my sandwich.

Oh, my God,
there were so many chipmunks.

What else, Esther? Be specific.

We stayed at Elk Ridge ranch
and rode horses.

Mine was a pony named Nugget
and Daddy's horse was called Stretch.

And this one time,
when Stretch leaned down to eat grass,

Daddy fell right over his head
onto the ground.

He had dirt all over his face.

I can't believe you're
telling this story.

Oh, my God,
it was in your teeth for days.

In summary, Esther exhibits
a healthy outlook on life,

especially reentering
into this family unit.

She's highly functioning,
emotionally well.

That is all.

There are people coming over today
just to see you.

They're friends of ours who knew Esther,

so enough with the glowering, okay?

Esther is a lady.

I think I'm gonna have
to do some damage.

Okay.

I think we did good.

Everyone expects Esther to be broken.

What they really want is a happy ending.

We are gonna pretend
that pink is your favorite color.

Velvet.

The secret is give them
a story they want to believe.

This one is my favorite.

What's your favorite color? Pink.

Very, very good.

Now. You say you can paint.
What else can you do?

I missed my family very much.

It's lovely to be back.

And what are your plans now, young lady?

What are my plans, Mommy?

Absolutely nothing,
I am not letting you out of my sight.

So, let me get this straight...

- you're 30?
- Get out of my room now, please.

It's not your room.
It's my dead sister's room.

You're not her and you never will be.
Is that perfectly clear?

- Fuck off.
- Watch your mouth, freak.

You know, I'm glad
everything's out in the open now.

'Cause I'm done pretending
like you belong here. You don't.

This is my house, my family.

It'll never be yours.

As long as you're under this roof,
you and I will have an understanding.

Here's what it is.

I fucking own you.

Do that again and I'll kill you
like I killed Esther.

One call from me
and you're right back in that gulag.

You'd go down too.

Why? Because of what the illegal
immigrant fugitive mental patient said?

Good luck with that.

This is America. People like me matter.

And if you're not Esther,
that just means Esther's missing again.

Mom has a problem with that.

I don't.

See you later, freak.

You are gonna sleep
like a fucking baby tonight.

I made roast lamb
with rosemary and tapenade.

And I know Esther doesn't like it,
so I made your favorite.

Just like the old days.

Really excited
about going into the city tomorrow.

I'm gonna show the gallery
what I've been working on.

That sounds wonderful.

- And it's all thanks to you.
- How?

I've rediscovered
the joy I once felt doing what I love.

I feel like a kid again.

- You wanna come?
- I would love to.

Esther and I already have plans.

What plans?

It's a surprise.

Okay. Well, another time then.

It's great
that you're painting again, Dad.

Well, yeah.

- May I be excused?
- Don't forget your--

You can eat upstairs. It's okay.

- Honey, hey, what's wrong?
- Dad, she's fine.

Just give her some space. She's fine.

Yeah. She's probably tired
from all that piano playing.

Can I come in?

Are you okay? What happened down there?

I-- don't really like Mommy's cooking.

Can you keep a secret?

I'm not crazy about it either.

Listen, night time is my favorite time
to paint. You wanna come join me?

- Yes, I would love to.
- I'll see you downstairs.

This is such a great space.

I'm glad you like it. Every artist needs
a space to let their inner weirdo out.

We get to see beauty, passion,
where others don't even know to look.

I really like that.

So much paint.

Yeah, I'm a messy painter.
Drives your mother crazy.

I think I'm done for the night.

Just turn the lights off.

Have a good night.

Looks like you two had fun.

He's right.

You are talented.

He is something, isn't he?

Are you so utterly delusional
to think that he would want you?

"Surprise. I'm not your daughter,
I'm a mutant grifter."

He would be as repulsed by you
as I suspect most men are.

Well.

If you'll excuse me, I'm gonna
go upstairs and fuck my husband.

He really is a new man
since you came back.

Thanks for that.

Hey, you.

I think Esther's really bummed
about not coming to the gallery with me.

Listen, I love that you and Esther
have painting in common.

I just-- I don't have
anything like that with her.

I was hoping
that I could spend the day with her

and maybe we could find
something to share.

Plus, it will be good
for you to be focused, right?

I mean, if Sal likes what he sees,

then maybe you get a show
and you get back out there.

Yeah, okay.

- We're not hurting, are we?
- No, no. Not at all. I--

You are a great painter.

People miss seeing your work.

Thank you.

Is that bacon?

Oh, it's heaven.

Good morning, Daddy. Crepe?

Yes, please.
Is there anything you can't do?

Mommy?

- No thanks. I'm gonna make my usual.
- Smoothie?

Greek yogurt, kale, flax seeds
and lemon juice.

Just the way you like it.

Try it.

- I'm not really that hungry.
- I'll have it. Here.

No, this is special just for Mommy.
I made it for you.

Oh, sweetie, that's so nice of you.

- But I prefer to make my own.
- Tricia, come on. Try it.

Good.

Delicious.

Thank you.

Tricia, are you okay?

- I'm good.
- Yeah?

I know you wanted to come with me,

but I think it'll be really good for you
to spend the day with your mom.

I wanted to show you something, though.
Here.

It's the one in the center.

Dean at Wadleigh is a friend of mine.

Wadleigh is the best art school
in the country.

You're scary good, Esther.
Can I show it to him?

I would love it. Thank you.

Can you bring this up to the platform?

I'm just gonna get some coffees
for Mom and Dad.

All right. I'll see you up there.

Jesus Christ.

Watch where you're going, kid.

- She belong to you?
- Yes, she does.

- What happened?
- Nothing. It's fine.

- Esther tripped.
- Sorry, it took forever.

No, no. Knock them dead, okay?

- Daddy, take me with you.
- Honey, I wish. Next time. All right?

- You're gonna miss your train.
- See you later, honey. Ciao.

- Easy, Mom.
- You think you can fucking kill me?

Take this.

Tastes like fucking garbage.

Our arrangement is over.
You're fucking dead.

Hey!

Mom! Mom!

Fuck! Bitch!

Open the goddamn door. Esther!

Sweetie, come on.

Don't you dare!

I'm sorry, was I driving too fast?

You must be Esther.

I need to go to the hospital.

You're fine.

Feels like I'm being stabbed
a thousand fucking times.

- Officer Leahy.
- Oh, my God!

Can you just be quiet
for, like, two seconds?

- What?
- We've located Esther.

- You did?
- I'm bringing her home.

- I've informed Allen as well.
- Okay. Bye.

Fuck!

You're okay. You're okay.

Thank you so much.

Oh, my goodness.

Thank you so much.

Esther's behavior has been so erratic
since she got back.

To be honest, it's been really hard.

I mean, there's constant lying
and these outbursts of anger--

Sometimes she even jokes
about hurting herself

and I don't think she's really joking.

- You have her in therapy?
- Yes, yes.

Look who's back.

Get up. We're doing this. Now.

It's about goddamn time.

Fuck.

I'm done with you.

Nothing is worth
having you in this house.

Your suicide is gonna
break Daddy's heart.

But he'll get over it.

Just die, you freak!

Where is she?

- I didn't mean to.
- Oh, that's just brilliant.

It just happened.

- Tricia.
- Hi, honey.

- The police just called me.
- I know. I'm sorry, it was my fault.

Esther wandered off at the store
and I just-- I panicked.

But I called Officer Leahy
and they found her.

- Oh, good.
- Mom.

- What?
- Well, I'm on the train.

- She's--
- Hold on.

I'm coming back home.

I'll be...

Go downstairs and finish it.

- What?
- Go downstairs and finish it.

Tricia, are you still there?
Tricia, is everything okay?

- Tricia, I'm coming home now.
- What?

- What about your meeting with Sal?
- Forget about that.

No, sweetie. I swear, everything
is fine. Esther is here, all is well.

Look, I'm almost at the station in town.

Okay. Can you please take a cab home?
Because I really have my hands full here.

Fuck it.

There you are.

Esther.

Come on out, Esther.

Or whatever the fuck your name is.

You know,
it doesn't have to be like this.

Really, Gunnar?

I'm sure we could figure something out.

You really believe that?

Honestly, no.

Me neither.

Shit.

Gunnar?

No.

No.

No.

What have you done?

What have you done?

You've taken everything.

Allen will never be yours.

But I can promise you this,

he will know who you are.

The deformed freak
who manipulated our grief,

murdered my son

and tried to kill me.

Until I did what had to be done.

Call the fire department.

Gunnar!

Gunnar!

Hold on, I'm coming.

- Daddy, Mommy tried to hurt me.
- Allen!

Please, help!

- Allen!
- Don't let go.

I can't hold on much longer.

I'm losing my grip.

- Just hang on!
- Daddy, help!

Hang on!

I'm coming.

She's not Esther, she's a grown woman.

- She's lying! Mommy is lying!
- She tricked us. Give me your hand.

No, Daddy. Please help me.

Tricia!

What the fuck?

I did this for you. For us.

So we could be together.

Allen, I love you.

Who the fuck are you? You're a monster!

Allen!

Fire took everything from Esther.
Her home, her family.

The whole situation is so tragic.
It's horrifying.

I know.

As if Esther
hasn't been through enough already.

Abducted and now an orphan.

With no family to take her in.

What will happen now?

I've reached out
to a reputable adoption agency.

I'm confident we'll find a home

where Esther can get the support
and the love she deserves.

After all,
who wouldn't want to adopt her?