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(GIRL PANTING)

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

The world is
turning sideways

Like a cloud,
you keep pushing past

But I think
I’m seeing clearly

Through the mist
that hides the past

And the song that
I was listening to...

(WOMAN LAUGHING)

Grandmother!

Grandma,
please open up the door!

You should
see somebody else.

Grandma!

(SIGHS)

(GRUNTING)

Excuse me.

This is private property.

Janet Hardy’s family might
not appreciate you going
all demolition derby on it.

We don’t mind.

Oh, wait a minute.

You’re her granddaughter,
Katie Lawrence.

I played a little girl on
TV called Katie Lawrence.

My name is Cilla McGowan.

And please, don’t tell me I
haven’t changed a bit ’cause
I know that’s just not true.

No, you’ve changed.

A lot. Your grandmother
was amazing.

Working with Brando
and Beatty and McQueen.

Those hit songs.
An Academy Award winner.

Two-time Academy Award winner.

Yeah, and I never met her.
She died before I was born.

Listen, you’re not
gonna brain me with
that sledgehammer

if I come a little
closer, are you?

Well, not unless
you give me cause.

Ford Sawyer.

I live across the road.

Who names their
kid after a car?

Apparently I was
conceived in the back
of a Ford Mustang.

Good thing your father
didn’t have a Camry.

Well, I’ll let you
get back to work.

I work at home, too,
so if you need anything,
give a holler.

Thanks for the help, neighbor!

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

(WOMAN LAUGHING)

Grandmother?

Cilla?

Oh!

Hi.

Did you bring my pills?

Oh, that’s a good girl.

Grandma needs to sleep.

Where’s your mother?

Where’s Johnnie?

Grandma, Johnnie’s dead.

(BANGING ON DOOR)

I have to hurry.

Don’t do that. No!
Don’t do that, Grandma.

Don’t take those! Don’t do it.

Are you kidding me?

(PANTING)

(CAR APPROACHING)

What the heck happened here?

Somebody just cut
down my new trees.

You know, some guy’s
been lurking around.

He must’ve really disagreed
with your landscaping choices.

You must be Brian.

I am. You’re definitely
Cilla McGowan.

Hi.
Hi.

I’m gonna get this fixed
up for you, okay?

I’m gonna give Shanna down
at the nursery a call and
get you some replacements.

Thank you, Brian.

This is the master bathroom.

Buddy, we’re gonna
take this wall back,
push it back four feet.

That toilet is gonna
end up right there

and this whole entire
wall’s gonna be
all glass bricks.

Whole shower wall,
right there.

You know, you won’t
have any privacy.

That’s so that the
natural sunlight
gets in the shower.

Why in God’s world
does anybody need
this many showerheads?

It’s body jets, Buddy.
It’s very modern.

Oh, it’s not just
a shower, Buddy,
it’s an experience.

Mmm-hmm.

Wait till you try it out.
Come on, check out the
kitchen. You’ll like it.

You want me to get
that for you, Cilla?

No, thanks, I got it.

Check this out.

Awesome.
Right?

Yes.

Isn’t that amazing?

I’m surprised
anything’s left in here

with all the tenants
that this place had
over the years.

Will this not make
the most incredible
office space, though?

It would.

Would you have the guys
move all this stuff into
the barn tomorrow?

Absolutely.
That’d be great.

Have them be careful.
It’s all my
grandmother’s stuff.

(LAUGHING) I don’t
even know what’s
in here. Look at this.

So the gardens
will be restored to
their original glory.

Yeah, I’ll get rid of
all the vines and squatter
bushes that have taken over.

Perfect. That tree.
That oak tree, I...

Shanna, who is that man?

That’s Carl Hennessey.

Hennessey. Thank you.

Excuse me, Mr. Hennessey!

Mr. Hennessey.

Hi, Mr. Hennessey.

Did you see who
cut down my trees?

(GROANS) Oh!

Are you okay?
Yeah.

What is his problem?

Oh, wow.

Grandma,
you kept your rare ones.

You saved them.

And where
would I go, go, go?

"Songs for a Rainy Afternoon."

You’re my sunny day

Wow.

And you’re
the sky that’s blue

When my head’s
up in the clouds

You keep my feet
down on the ground

Perfect.

Grandma, Mom and Johnnie.

Oh, Grandma.

"Trudy, my heart
pounds as I write this.

"Every night I dream of you,

"your laugh, your smell,
your taste.

"I dream of
making love to you.

"I’m yours forever."

A secret admirer.

FORD: Cilla, you in there?
Yeah.

Hi.

Housewarming present?

Actually, no.

It’s payment, in advance.

I’m a graphic novelist
and I’m creating a new
character for a new series.

And I need you.
You’re my woman.

Will I be needing
my sledgehammer?

Wait. Look.

This is Dr. Cass Murphy.

She’s an archeologist,
professor of the same.

She’s a quiet, cool,
solitary woman, emotionally
repressed, you know?

She looks boring.

She’ll find an ancient
weapon when she’s trapped in
the cave by an evil sorcerer.

Naturally.

Listen, Ford, I have a lot
of work to do still, okay?

She transforms into a
Celtic goddess with china
doll skin, amber eyes.

Fierce, sexy.

Her weapon of choice,
a two-headed hammer.

I need you,
and your sledgehammer.

I think you should go now.

I just need a couple
of shots of you while you’re
working around the yard.

BRIAN: This guy bothering you?
I can handle him.

Hey, Brian.

What, does everybody know
everyone else around here?

Pretty much.
Yeah, we went to
high school together...

And still play a poker
game that our daddies’
daddies started 50 years ago?

52 years ago.

52 years ago.

I didn’t get to go
to high school. I had a
tutor that came to the set.

Well, that’s cool.

Oh, no.
No, no, no. Not cool.

Especially when it came
time for the prom.

My parents used to
hang here all the time.

There were some
wild-ass parties here.
We’re talking wild-ass.

Well, there’s a tradition
that I’ll restore.

Ford, go home.

You’re married.

I know.

Nice.

(CAMERA CLICKING)

Nice. Hold that right
there. Up, up, up.

Beautiful.

Can you do one with the...
Like up over your
head, both arms?

Nice. Beautiful.
I’m loving it.

How about one just regular
like you’re gonna swing it
right above your head?

Beautiful.

Could you hold it
up there?

Look, Ford, I don’t know
if you’ve noticed or not,

but I’m actually trying
to make some progress here.

Just pretend like
I’m not even here.

Oh, easily done.

Wait, wait, can you
go back to that, just
hold that for a second?

Real good. Hold that.

That’s beautiful. Freeze.

So, it can’t be nice
staying in a house
without running water.

If you want, you could
shower at my place.

Now that is actually an offer
I don’t think I can refuse.

So, what’s next?

I have to take my
Virginia State Contractor’s
License test.

So, listen, could you help?

Yeah, no,
I don’t do hammers.

But I wield
a pretty mean spatula.

How do you
like your steak?

So I can hear it
whisper, "Moo."

I brought your bottle of wine.

The return
of the prodigal Pinot.

I was just in the middle
of saving the universe
from aliens,

but the universe can wait.

Naturally.

My mother, who’s an actress,
always hated it here,

but she just couldn’t
bring herself to
sell the place.

So I’d been thinking
about buying it
from her for years.

Even though
you’d never been here?

Janet loved The Little Farm.

And I always wanted
to know why.

Besides, it’s where she died.

I never really liked
Hollywood anyway.

More wine?

Sure.

Hit me, baby.

But you were so successful.

Well, one hit show,
several, thanks,
several B movies,

yeah, does not
a career make, so...

Mmm. Mmm.

Madame.
Thank you, monsieur.

My mother loved the idea of us
being this big acting family,

like the Fondas
or the Barrymores.

She pushed me into it.

But, you know,
the one good thing
about being a child star

was that my TV family
and I became very close.

All I wanted was a home.

What? What?

What?

You know, from the movies
and the pictures I’ve seen
of your grandmother,

you’re way more
beautiful than she was.

This would be me
officially hitting on you.

That’s not a smart idea.

I’ve already hit
my quota of mistakes
for the decade.

(EXCLAIMS)

What?
Live a little.

Oh, I have.
See, I’ve lived a lot.

For instance, if I were to
sleep over, right, I wouldn’t
sleep in the spare room.

I’d sleep with you.
Would you like some salad now?

Yeah.

Thank you for the lovely
dinner and the wine.

Appreciate everything.
Being hit on, you know.

Thank you.

Let me walk you home.

I just live right
across the street.

Who’s that?
Steve.

(SHOUTING) Steve!

Hey!

(CILLA LAUGHING)

Cilla!
Steve!

Hey, hey!

Steve, give me a hug!

(LAUGHS) Whoa!

I’m so excited
that you’re here.

It’s beautiful.
Come on, let’s go.

We can make something
amazing out of this, right?

And we create
a space right here.

Why didn’t I think of that?

And you can go
straight to the porch.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
You’re a genius.

Excuse me.
Okay.

Hi.

Just wanted to see
if you got home okay.

Who is it?

This is Steve Chensky,
to whom I was married
for about five minutes.

It was five months, Cilla.

Steve taught me everything
I know about flipping houses.

And a few other things.

Steve, this is Ford Sawyer.

Ford Sawyer?

Yeah.

The Ford Sawyer?

No fricking way.

Ford here created
the Prodigal series.

He is The Prodigal.

Oh, dude, check this out,
man. Look at this.

You did that?

(LAUGHING)
Not that, but yeah.
The Prodigal, he’s mine.

Cool.
Cool?

Really cool.

(CILLA LAUGHING)

CILLA: You know,
I’m really happy you’re here.

And you can stay
as long as you want,

but you really need to get
your own sleeping bag, okay?

Excuse me. Please.

It’s just, I can’t get
this side zipped.

Okay.

Oh, for crying out loud.

You know, we’d take up
less room if we spooned.

And, even less if we...

(LAUGHS)

Harsh.

Okay.

(CREAKING)

Did you hear that creak?

It’s an old house, Cill.
No, that was a creak.

It creaks.

Somebody already
vandalized my trees.
I just wanna make sure.

Should we go investigate?

No.

(MAN SHOUTING)

Steve.

Prodigal Man. How goes it?

Thought you might like these.

Prodigal originals,
issues one through six.

Bro.

Wow. Thanks, man.

So, Steve, you mind if I ask
you why you and Cilla split?

Took us about
five minutes to realize

we were better at the friend
gig than the marriage thing.

I love her, like a sister.

Thanks.

You know, if you’re gonna be
hanging around for a while,

you can crash at my place.
No sense you
sleeping in the barn.

I’m not sleeping
in the barn.

Oh, really?

I just figured, you know,
I saw a flashlight going
down there last night.

No fricking way. When?

3:00 in the morning.

No way.

The place is trashed.
Look at this.

They tore through these boxes.

And all her jewelry.

What are you boys up to?

Ford saw somebody
skulking around last night.

Oh, my God.

Same time you heard
that creaking noise.

Oh, no.

FORD: If I were you,
I’d start locking the barn.

(EXHALES)

Look at all this.

Ow!

What?
What is it?

It’s a splinter.

Oh, I feel so much safer
with you boys around.

Um...

I offered Steve a room.

Well, that’s very
neighborly of you.

Not really.

I couldn’t sleep knowing
the two of you guys were
sharing a bedroom.

Thanks.
Well, thank you,
neighbor.

All right.
Thank you.

Wanna come to dinner
with me tonight in town?

Sorry, I got a date
with Shanna.

Oh! The landscaper.
That was fast.

Life’s short.

Yes, it is.

All right.

Have fun!

Don’t wait up.

Pregnant?

You were pregnant.

Oh, Grandma,
what happened to you?

(LAUGHS)

Hollywood is where
the magic happens.

In the real world,
we’re just ghosts,
but here, we’re real.

But this isn’t real.

I hated acting. I felt so
alone being the center
of everyone’s attention.

I was always happy on set.

But you killed yourself.

And if you were pregnant...

If?

If, if, if

"If" is for tomorrow.

(LAUGHS)

Who is the father?

(WHOOPING)

Who is the father?

Who is the father?

Hmm.

Hey!

(GROANS)

Good morning, Cilla.
Morning.

I brought delicious donuts.

I love donuts.

Hey, is Steve up yet?

I thought he spent
the night with you.

No.

This lock’s been cut.

I locked that last night.

(GASPS)

CILLA: Oh, God.
SHANNA: Oh, no.

Oh, God. Honey.

Will somebody call 911!

Stay with me, baby.

Just breathe.

(EXHALING)

Why would anyone
wanna hurt Steve?

It was probably
just some scavenger.

No.

Steve was just in the wrong
place at the wrong time.

BRIAN: Ford.

Hey.
Hey.

Cilla, this is my mom, Cathy.

You poor dear.

Mom works here as a volunteer.

Oh.

Your friend is in
very capable hands.

Dr. Patel is operating,
but it’s gonna be
a few more hours.

Thank you, Mrs. Morrow.

Please, call me Cathy.
Cathy.

Thanks, Mom.

And I’ll call you
if I hear anything.

Thanks.

I’m gonna go back to
your place and make
sure everything’s okay.

Are you okay?

Okay. Thank you.
Yeah, thanks.

Bye.
All right. See you later.

Ford, you don’t
need to stick around.

I’m not leaving you alone.
Okay.

WOMAN: May I help you?

MAN: I’m looking for
a Cilla McGowan.

That’s me.

Ms. McGowan.
Yes.

I’m Detective Wilson.

Nice to meet you.

Hello, Al.
Ford.

I’d like to speak
to you alone.

Fine, I’ll go make
a phone call.

Thanks.

Okay.

What exactly is your
relationship to Mr. Chensky?

Exactly, we used
to be married.

Was Mr. Chensky
jealous of Mr. Sawyer?

Oh, no, no.

Steve absolutely
idolizes Ford.

You know, you should
check into Mr. Hennessey

and see what he
was doing last night.

Carl Hennessey? Why?

I had just planted some
new trees and somebody
chose to chop them down.

Hennessey’s van was
parked outside my house.

I confronted him about it.
He spat at me.

You know, Hennessey
does have motive.

What do you mean?

Well, his son died last year

and he still blames your
grandmother for what happened.

What happened?

You don’t know about your
Uncle Johnnie’s accident?

I know my Uncle Johnnie
died in a car crash.

Well, Hennessey’s son
was in the car with him and
he was left a quadriplegic.

Oh, my God.

Your Uncle Johnnie was
driving and he was drunk.

So Hennessey blamed
my grandmother and
now he blames me.

I’ll talk to Hennessey.

In the meantime,
I’ll send a cruiser past your
place every couple of hours.

Thank you. Thank you.

You should probably get
an alarm system.
Or a big dog.

I’ll get an alarm system.

Less cleanup.

Thanks, Al.

See you, Ford.

Thank you.

Sleep at my house tonight.
I don’t want you
staying alone.

Oh, no. I’m gonna be
sleeping in my house.

Fine. So will I, then.

In my own bag.

This is not negotiable.

You could put your
sleeping bag on the mattress
next to me... Mine.

Okay.

You can turn around now.

I sleep in boxers.

Oh! I’ve seen boxers.

I’m not as decent as you.

Okay.

I’ve never seen
those boxers before.

I get Prodigal swag for free.

I’m glad you’re here.

Glad to be here.

Good night.

JANET: Cilla. Cilla,
over here. This way.

Who are you looking for?

Trudy.

But you are Trudy.

(LAUGHING)

Of course.

But Janet’s much more
interesting. Here it is.

Oh, my.

Who did you kill that night,
Janet or Trudy?

(LAUGHS)

I’m pregnant.

I’m finally happy again.

(GASPS)

(SCREAMING)

Cilla!

(SCREAMING)

(GASPS)

(RAIN PATTERING)

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

Would you keep
this here for me?

There are so many people
in and out of my house.

Sure.

"Trudy Hamilton."

That was my
grandmother’s real name.

It seems like the affair
started just about a few
months before Johnnie died.

The last letter was mailed
and sent to The Little Farm

about a week before
Janet killed herself.

They’re all unsigned.

But they’re all postmarked
from around here.

He was married.

And Janet was
carrying his baby.

If she was carrying his baby,

and if Janet knew
she was pregnant,
why would she kill herself?

Maybe it was an
accidental overdose.

Listen to this. The last one.

"This stops now. The calls
to my wife, the threats,
the hysteria stops now.

"Whatever we had,
it’s over, Janet."

And there’s a section...

"Don’t threaten me again
or you will pay for it.

"I promise you."

What if she didn’t
commit suicide?

Wilson should have these.

No, not yet. Letters from
Janet Hardy’s lover.

No.

All that speculation,
the press, the obsessed fans.

My grandmother’s name
would be dragged
through the mud again.

And any chance that
I had at a normal life
will go up in flames.

So for now, this will
just be our little secret.

You wanna go get
some ice cream?

You are a very
confusing man, Ford.

Thank you.
You’re welcome.

Thanks.
That’s Janet’s granddaughter.

Hi.
Hi.

(EXCLAIMS)

See what it’s like being
Janet Hardy’s granddaughter?

Complete strangers just
stop you and stare at you,

tell you that you
remind them of her.

Do I? Am I like her?

I don’t even know who I am.

Well, I’m not sure what
your grandmother was like,

but I’m getting to know you.

What, neurotic, self-doubting?

And smart, self-assured.
Driven.

Okay, right.

(LAUGHING)

What do you think?
Okay.

So, you want to
replace all the broken
rosette medallions

with these...
Shamrocks.

...shamrocks?

Yes. Yes, they are
Irish and lucky,

and I think my
grandmother would’ve
gotten a big kick out of them.

What was she like, my grandma?

I remember her laugh.

She kind of lit the place up.

Do you remember any
talk of her getting
friendly with a local man?

Lots of folks said
all kinds of things.

Most of it wasn’t
even in the same
neighborhood as the truth.

"What distance is
required between masonry
veneer and sheathing?"

All right, we’ve got,
"A, five inches.

"B, one inch. C, two inches."

All right, this one’s easy.

I know you hate losing
to a girl. Come on.

It’s a no-brainer. Okay.

I’m going with one inch.

CILLA: Come in.

This is really fantastic.

(SHOWER RUNNING)

And extremely disappointing.

You don’t like it?

I love it.

Means you won’t be showering
at my place anymore.

I might.

If you ask nicely.
Towel, please.

(LAUGHS)
Thank you. This is huge.

It’s a beach towel.

You said big.

A Prodigal towel.

I thought I might
make you dinner tonight.

Thank you, but I’m not hungry.

I’m really nervous about that
test. It’s coming up soon.
I have to study for it.

Well, you can’t study
on an empty stomach.

Besides, I’m making
my number two specialty.

You all right?

Mac and cheese?

What’s your third specialty,
Lunchables?

You know when a guy offers
to cook dinner for you,

especially when your
kitchen’s a disaster,

I wouldn’t complain.

Why are you doing
all this for me?

Because I believe you matter.

That’s the second time
you’ve said something to me

that nobody’s ever
said to me before.

What was the first?

That you wouldn’t
leave me alone.

Hey!

Hennessey! Hey!

Get away. Get away.
I’ve had enough of you!

You have hurt us enough.

I’ve hurt you?
What the hell are
you talking about?

You’ll not get away with it.
You almost killed Steve.

Do you know
he’s in the hospital?

Stop spinning
your lies to the police.
Did you know that?

I’m not lying to the police.

You stay away from me.
You stay away from my house!

You stay away
from everybody I know!

You stay away!

Cathy, hi.
Hello, Cilla.

How are you?
How’s Steve?

He’s doing better,
getting stronger.

Yeah? Good.

(CLEARS THROAT)

I’m Tom. Cathy’s husband.

Hello.

How’s our son working out?
Is he doing the job for you?

Brian’s doing fantastic.

So you are Tom. The Tom,
finally the real estate guru.

Maybe we could talk sometime
about the local market.

I’d love to find
some fixer-uppers.

Anytime, I’d love to help.

Thank you.

You really are
putting roots down.
That’s fantastic.

Well, I better go see Steve.

But I’d love it if you two
could drop by and maybe
see some of Brian’s work.

Okay, I was hoping
you’d invite us.
Take care. Be strong.

All righty.

Bye. Thanks.

The reason to make
this place home is because
of people like the Morrows,

and Brian, Shanna
and even cranky Buddy.

And Ford.

I know that I don’t have
the best track record

when it comes to
relationships,
present company included,

but I really think
I’m falling for this guy.

Damn.

Steve? Steve?
Steve, did you just
say something?

Did you just talk?
Talk to me, baby.

What are you doing here?

You’re here,
you’re in Virginia.

Oh, right.

You’re fine.

Everything’s going to heal.
I’m so glad you’re okay.

Is my bike okay?

(LAUGHING) Yeah.
Your bike is perfect.

It’s perfect. I already
shipped it back to LA.

CILLA: (ON ANSWERING MACHINE)
Little Farm.
I’m not here right now,

but you can leave
your message after the beep.

FORD: Hi. You didn’t
answer the door and now
you’re not answering this,

so I’m wondering
if I should worry or
be insanely jealous

because you ran off
with someone.

Anyway, give me a call
so I know one way
or the other.

Man, you are so cute,
and if I wasn’t so
tired right now,

I’d go right on over there
and jump your bones.

Oh...

(GASPS)

They bypassed the alarm
by busting the lock off
the cellar doors here.

Well, I’ll get Brian
to wire the cellar doors, too.

Whoever did this
knew you were
out of the house.

I strongly believe that
Mr. Hennessey had
something to do

with my grandmother’s death.

Your grandmother
committed suicide.

Now they’re all unsigned.
That could’ve been Hennessey.

The lower case Ys
are really distinctive,
like little fish hooks.

I mean, it would be easy
to check his handwriting.

Yeah.

That would make Hennessey
and your grandmother lovers.

Think about it. I mean,
if Hennessey was
sleeping with Janet

when his son was killed,
it would be a
really heavy guilt trip.

The tenor of the letters,
they all changed
after the accident.

Then Janet found out
she was pregnant and
wanted to keep the baby.

Hennessey could’ve killed
my grandmother and made
it look like a suicide.

Well, Hennessey claims
he was at home with his wife
when Steve was attacked,

and she backs him up.

I’m gonna talk to them again.
And I’ll get
a writing sample.

Why am I still here?

I could go back to LA with
Steve, make a perfectly
good living flipping houses.

(SIGHS)

Go is not an option.

You know you wanna stay.

Yeah, but what if
it’s a mistake?

I don’t think so.

I think this house is
worth fighting for.

Would...

Would you hold me for
a little while, please?

Sure.

Thank you.

Better?

Yeah.

We’ll figure it out.
But not tonight.

Tonight we’ll just
lie here and listen
to the house settling

and the night, and the bugs.

Why aren’t you
in a relationship?

Been saving myself.

For what?

You.

What if I never came here?

Well, I’d have been
a very lonely man.

Hennessey, open up!

Hi. Excuse me, I need to speak
with your husband, please.

He isn’t here.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Listen, little girl,
you’ve got to stop this.
Me?

What the hell are
you talking about?
What?

Lying to the police.

No, no, tell your
husband to stop.

Stop what?
My husband is a good man.

Stop the vandalism,
stop the attacks.

Stop stalking me.

Yeah, you,
just go away, now.

Do you know that your
husband’s a stalker?
You and your kin

have done nothing
but bring us sorrow
and misery.

(HORN HONKING)

That guy is absolutely crazy.

(CONTINUES HONKING)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

You do not come to my house

and you do not
talk to my wife.

You are one crazy
son of a bitch.

Hey! What are you doing?

Get back.

(GROANS)

Stay down or I will
need to keep you down!

I called the police.

I see you in there,
Janet Hardy.

Take Mr. Hennessey to county.

He’s absolutely crazy.

He thinks I’m Janet Hardy.

You better get that arm
checked out at the hospital.

No, I’m fine. Thanks.

It’s all over now, Cilla.
Hennessey’s gone.

Come here.

Wow.

This is incredible.

Oh, my lord.
She’s a goddess.

FORD: An ass-kicking goddess.

CILLA: She looks
so strong and bold.

FORD: And fierce and sexy.

And nothing like me.

Where’s this coming from?
I got all this from you.

I’m thinking about
giving Brid a tattoo.

Wow. Celtic symbol
of female power.

Like Steve didn’t tell you.

No. Kismet.

All my life people
have watched me,

took pictures of me,
observed me.

And, I didn’t
have control over it.

This little tattoo is private.

I control who I share it with.

I can change her
face if you want.

No, no, no.

I love being the inspiration
for a comic book heroine.

It’s just...

I just think that
the cup size is a bit
exaggerated, you know.

Well, let me get it right.

Let you see yourself as I do.

How do you...

Just...
Do you want me to pose like?

...make yourself comfortable.

What, I’m not comfortable
enough for you?

Somewhat.

Just lie back.

How do you want...

Baby face, come here.

Nice.

You wanna move that
leg up a little and
give me a little space?

That’s nice.

Bring your hand up
above and next
to the other arm.

There?

Yeah. Little more comfortable.

Beautiful.

So why a Celtic tattoo?

My grandmother’s
mother’s name

was Annie Rose McKenna.
She was Irish.

You’re not gonna
put the tattoo on
her behind, are you?

Sexy. Very sexy.

What about on her bicep?

I can do that.

Like a real superhero.

Done and done.

Thank you.

(EXHALES)

Fabulous.
Can I see it?

Sure.
It’s ready?

I have had my picture
taken about a zillion times

and nobody’s ever
actually captured me.

We should do that
again sometime soon.

At least try,
if you can manage.

Well, the first time
I was only going about 75%.

Now for round two.

(GLASS SHATTERING)

(CAR ALARM BLARING)

Oh, no, that’s my alarm.

My truck!

Ford? Just stop it!

Oh, man, my tires.
Ford. Ford,
they slashed my tires.

They keyed the whole
entire side of the truck.

What the hell’s that?

What?

It’s me.

It’s a Katie Lawrence doll.

My God.

This is what they
wanna do to me.

Give me that.

It’s not over.
Come here.

We’ll take the doll in
and see if we can pull
any evidence from it.

Has anyone else threatened
you or treated you oddly?

I’ve gotten some looks,
stares, comments.

I’ll double the drive-bys
and park a cruiser out front.

Well, where was
Mrs. Hennessey?

We’re looking for her.

(DOOR OPENING)

FORD: There you are.

Can I get a hit
of your coffee?

Sure.

Sitting here,
for the first time,

I can see why she felt
the way she did about it here.

I feel it, too.

That’s ’cause you’re not
just rebuilding a house,

you’re bringing it
back to life.

As a tribute to
my grandmother.

But it’s really...
It’s for me, too.

(CAR APPROACHING)

(SIGHS)

FORD: Morning, Alvin.

Morning.
Morning.

Forensics couldn’t lift
any prints from the doll,

but we found some
residual cornstarch.

Cornstarch?
Modified cornstarch.

Whoever did this to your car
was wearing latex gloves.

They’re very common,
but we’re looking into it.

Good.

And we found Mrs. Hennessey.

She was staying down
at a motel near the prison.

She was visiting her husband.

She’s back, so I’m
gonna pay her a visit.

Thank you.
FORD: See you.

CILLA: Have a good day.
You, too.

Hey, shouldn’t you
be getting going?

CILLA: Excuse me.

(MAN WHISTLES)
Is this the Contractor’s
License exam?

INSTRUCTOR:
Yes, ma’am. Take a seat.

Gentlemen.

Wow. Things are
looking up, huh?

Here you go.

Thank you.

MAN: Okay. All right,
everyone, you got two hours
before the break. Good luck.

I am Contractor Girl.

To your success.

No. Yeah, I can’t...

So I’ve been doing
some detective work.

After the test,
I went down to the
Hall of Records.

Look what I found.

That’s Janet Hardy’s
autopsy report.

"Janet Hardy was a 38-year-old
Caucasian woman,

"died of acute combined drug
and alcohol intoxication.

"The manner of death is
determined to be accident."

There’s no mention
of a pregnancy. Look.

It’s possible that Janet
lied about being pregnant.

Well, that’s what
I’m gonna find out.

Excuse me. Dr. Rice?

Do I know you?
No.

But my grandmother
was Janet Hardy.

Here, look at this.

You examined her heart,
her stomach, her blood.

How did you miss
the pregnancy?

Look, I was persuaded
to leave that detail out
of my official report.

By whom?

I got a frantic phone call.

It was the publicist
who called me.

She begged me not to
note the pregnancy.

Why would you listen to her?

The way I saw it,
the only victim of my omission

was the unborn baby.

Unless Janet
didn’t kill herself,
then they’re both victims.

Young lady, I didn’t see
any hand in Janet Hardy’s
death except her own.

If Janet’s publicist knew she
was pregnant, she probably
knew she was having an affair.

Let me try something.

Who’re you calling?

WOMAN: Hello.

Mom, it’s Cilla. Yes.

No, I know you’re busy.

I know, I just have to ask
you one quick question.

Who was grandmother’s
publicist when she died?

She had the same publicist
her whole life. It was George.

Who?

You don’t remember?

Are you sure?

You’re coming to...

No, I don’t wanna fly there
and be in your show.

Okay? I’m sorry.
You should be in my show.

Did you know that Grandma
was pregnant when she died?

Or that she was
having an affair?

You are obsessed.

Mom. I’m not obsessed, Mom.

(HANGS UP PHONE)
Yes, you are.

Mom?

Okay.

I come from a
dysfunctional family.

Well, that was interesting.

So, it couldn’t have
been Janet’s publicist
that called Dr. Rice.

Janet’s publicist was a man.

Mrs. Hennessey.

Mrs. Hennessey, please.

Haven’t you done enough?

No. Listen,
let’s just stop this
craziness, okay?

Just go away.

I’m not going anywhere.

Mrs. Hennessey,
what happened to your
son’s a tragedy, but...

But it was an accident
that I had nothing to do with.

Mrs. Hennessey, please.
When my grandmother died,

was it you that
called Dr. Rice?

Mrs. Hennessey, please.

FORD: Are you all right?
I’m fine.

Just need to mail this
to the publisher.
I’ll be right back.

Okay.

(GASPS)

I’m sorry.

(LAUGHS NERVOUSLY)

Oh, sorry. You okay?

I’m sorry. I’m sorry.
Yeah, I’m fine.

I saw Ford’s truck
and my office is right there.

Okay.

And following up
on our conversation...
Cool.

...current comps and listings.

That’s great.

This soft market is
a great opportunity.

Well, I will check it out.

She’s not selling
you Little Farm, Tom.

Now, look at you.
We’re talking about

future business
ventures, okay?

I’ll see you kids later.

Okay. Have a great day.

Get out of here.
Get out of here, you.

This is what I was
telling you about.

All up here,
original plaster, man.

Oh, look at the little
shamrocks. I love them.

The parties,
they were so much fun.

I especially remember
that last Christmas party.

That’s the last time
I was here.

All the decorations.

Oh, and the lights.

They were all over.

And music.

Oh, the music.

(LAUGHING)

Oh, and the amazing
pink couch right here.

And Janet in her
sexy blue dress.

Everybody just begged
her to sing.

(PIANO PLAYING)

(JANET SINGING)

There was a box
baby grand piano over there.

Oh, and who was it...

Everybody thought
she was having an affair
with a composer.

Lenny Eisner.

Lenny Eisner. Right.

But then it turned
out that he was gay.

It was happier times.

It was...

It was that Christmas, too,
before Johnnie’s death.

I’m sorry.

I took a morbid turn.

Old houses, they’re
full of life and death.

Um...

Cathy, do you remember

Janet having an
affair with some...
A local married man?

Somebody local?

Mmm-hmm.

I don’t know, honey.

No jealous wives beating
her door down?

Not that I ever heard of.

Okay.

You are so very much
like your grandmother.

Your spunk and
your determination.

And all these horrible
things keep happening
to you, but you stay.

I think your grandmother
would be very,
very proud of you.

Maybe you could
help me with something.

I’m just trying to put
names to all the faces.

Why, honey, that’s
Big Drew Morrow,
Brian’s grandfather.

He died about 20 years ago.

Sweet. Look at him.

(DOOR OPENING)

Hey.
Hi.

What’s the matter?

I’m depressed.

I thought I found out
something, but it was
just another dead end.

Well, let me
make you feel better.

Sit.

Okay.

Close your eyes.

Close them.

Can I open them now?
I hate surprises.

Not yet.

Can I open my eyes, please?

Open them.

Oh, my gosh.

It’s fantastic.

Wow.

You’re the first to see it.

It’s such a work of art.

"Her quest had
taken her far away."

I couldn’t have
done it without you.

Seriously, I had nothing
before you came here

and started swinging
your sledgehammer.

Be mine.

Be your what?

My family.

Ford, please don’t do this.

Look, I draw comics
and I play video games.

But I make
a pretty decent living.

I’m a fairly good cook
if you like steak and
Mac and cheese.

Which I think you do.

Ford, listen to me.

You’re steady.

I’m disordered.

All right?

Yeah.

Marry me.
Okay.

Look. I am a third-generation
screw-up when it comes to men.

My grandmother,
complete disaster.

My mother,
my mother has been
married five times.

Yeah, five husbands. Five.

Can you believe it?
Me, I was even married once

for like five minutes.
Trust me, save yourself
a lot of heartache.

Open it.

It’s not poisonous, I swear.

You don’t wear a lot
of jewelry. When you do,
you don’t go in for the flash.

You’re not the type of girl
who’s gonna impress the other
girls with a big, fat rock.

And you work with your hands,
so that had to be considered.

You put a lot
of thought into it.

It’s not that hard.

All right, say I said,
"Yes, yes," you know,
"Let’s get married,

"let’s go to Vegas,
like my grandmother
and my mother,

"let’s go to
The Little Chapel of Love."

You pack the bags,
I’ll book the flights.

What is wrong with you?
You’re making
my head spin here.

You’re not thinking about
any practicality or the
reality of the situation.

Like what?
Like where would we live?

The Little Farm.

Okay, what would we do
with this house?

This house I bought as is.

You’ve made a home for
yourself at The Little Farm.

Let me into your home, Cilla.

I’m drowning here.
I just wanna try it on.

It’s pretty.

Okay.

Okay.
Okay?

Okay.
Okay.

(LAUGHING)

Oh, great, an audience.

I need
my construction gloves.

(GROWLING)
Yeah, you big toughie.

(LAUGHING)

Would you focus
on the mattress?

I can’t focus
on anything else.

This is just ridiculous.

(LAUGHING)

Let’s not forget,
I taught Brid everything
that she knows.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah.

(GIGGLING)

(RATTLING)

(GASPS)

Ford! Ford!

What does it say?

"Leave or die."

Put it in the van for me.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER
OVER RADIO)

I’m sending this doll
to Forensics.

We found a couple of
footprints in the mud
near the kitchen.

They’re small like a boy’s
or a woman’s prints.

What about Mrs. Hennessey?

I sent a car to check on her.

Whoever’s doing this is
coming in your house
while you’re at home.

I wouldn’t stay here anymore.

Well, we can stay at my house.

That’s a good idea.

Good news is,
they’re getting sloppy.

We’re gonna get them.

Hey, Sam,
did you get your note?

Guess we shouldn’t
have brought the
mattress over here.

WOMAN OVER RADIO:
Unit 11, Unit 11, come in.

What’s your 20, 11?

OFFICER: I’m about...

(LAUGHING)

I believe in love.

Love never made you happy.

But it gave me
Johnnie and Dilly.

And this one.

Maybe this one
will be another boy.

Who’s the father?

Did he hurt you?

He loved me.

Did the baby ruin everything?

Not my baby, Cilla.

Her baby.

His wife was pregnant?

(HUSHING)

You’ve read all the letters.

What’s his name?

Janet, tell me his name.

Pay attention.

You have the answer.

(LAUGHING)

Morning.

Can’t you ever sleep in?

Had another dream last night.
I missed something.

"I have my wife,
my children, and the one
on the way to think about."

His wife was pregnant, too.

The guy was a baby factory.

Mmm-hmm.

And the kid would
be about 35 now.

My age.

We have to find out
who was born in the months
following her death.

We’ll know exactly
who the father was.

Monday we could drive
up to Richmond and look
at the birth records.

What about your yearbook?

The kids had to
be in your class.

You’re good.
Ooh.

You think?

Robert Mach, Mark McCorkle.

They moved out of town.

Okay, Denise Messenger.

She’s gone.

Brian Morrow.
Even Brian’s the right age.

About half the class is.

You were a math nerd?

Algebra tutor
and great kisser.

And there’s Janet and Johnnie
and that’s Hennessey’s son.

There’s Tom.
That must be Cathy.

I hardly recognize her.

This must be the
last Christmas party
before Johnnie died.

They all look
so young and happy.

(HORN HONKING)

Oh, that must be Brian. Go.

No.

Come on, go, have fun.

Go.
I’m not leaving
you here alone.

I’m fine.
Brian will understand.

No, Brian’s gonna
blame me. Go.

All right.

But lock the door behind me
and set my alarm.

And if anything happens
you call me.

I promise. Okay?

Scram!

Hey, guys.
Hey, Ford.

(DOOR CREAKING)

Hello?

Ford?

I’m out.

Come on, we’re just teasing.

Anyone want another beer?

What the heck, bro.

Okay, you’re living
on the edge, huh?

Hello?

Hello?

(GASPS)

(LAUGHS)

Wait one sec.

Cathy, you frightened me.

I’m so sorry to bother you.

It’s okay.

I went by your house first
and then I saw
the light on here.

I lost one of my rings
and it was my grandmother’s.

That’s terrible.

I took it off when I washed
my hands in your powder room.

Okay, I don’t
remember seeing it.

The place is a real mess,
but let’s go down there,

let’s look for it.

Thank you so much, sweetheart.

Don’t worry about it.

I’ve had my ring for
a few days. If I had lost it,
I would go berserk.

What? What ring?

Well, Ford has
asked me to marry him.

Oh, that’s beautiful.

Oh, I can’t believe
I didn’t notice that.

We’re gonna live here
at The Little Farm.

And it looks like
we’re gonna be
staying for a while.

(LEAVES RUSTLING)

What was that?
I don’t know.

Did you hear that?
Okay...

Come on. All right, I don’t
know what it was. Come
on, let’s get in there.

BRIAN: You can’t hide
in there all night.

I’m just looking to delay
losing the rest of my money.

BRIAN:
Well, that’s inevitable.
Come on back.

MAN: We miss you, man.

(ALARM BEEPING)

Let me just run and see.
All right.

(EXCLAIMS HAPPILY)

I found it.
Great.

Thank goodness.

Look at me, I’m shaking.

Oh, it’s beautiful.

Cilla, could I trouble you
for a glass of wine

and maybe an Aspirin?

I’ve got such a headache now.

Of course.

The kitchen’s right that way.

I think there’s already
an open bottle of wine.
I’ll get your Aspirin.

All right, thank you.

No problem. Help yourself.

Hi. You found it.

Yeah. Here.

I’d like to make
a little toast.

To you and Ford,

may you have a long
and happy life together.

Thank you.

Please excuse this mess.

I have been sorting
through all of these
images, old and new,

just trying to tell
the right stories.

The house and my
grandmother’s life.

What a wonderful idea.

What’s up?

You had an affair
with Janet Hardy.

What?

Cilla found your letters.
The handwriting matches.

I love Brian and Cathy.
That’s why I’m talking to you
before I go to the police.

With what, a bunch
of unsigned letters?

Never said they
were unsigned, Tom.

Look, I was mesmerized by her.

I betrayed my wife.

And when I heard from Brian
that things were found,

personal things...

You went to Cilla’s house
and nearly killed Steve?

I never meant to
hit him that hard.

Did you kill Janet Hardy?

CILLA: You all look so happy.

Look at Tom.

He was so handsome.

He means everything to me.

You got the timing mixed up.

The couch wasn’t pink.

She must’ve bought that
after that Christmas.

And she’s not wearing
the blue dress.

Marriages are
tenuous things.
They take work.

There wasn’t anything
I wouldn’t do to keep Tom.

I’d do anything to keep him.

I starved myself, exercised,
liposuction, facelift.

Tom would never look at me

and want another woman again.

Again?
Mmm-hmm.

Again.

You...

Cilla?

You okay?

That wine must’ve went
straight to my head. I have
to get something to eat.

I just have to get
something to eat.
Here. No, it’s all right.

Come on, sit here.
I think you need to
drink the rest of that.

Oh, I better not.

I insist.

Just a little more.

Finish the job.

I went to her house.

She said that
she was keeping the
baby and we argued.

But, I swear to you,
she was alive when I left.

I couldn’t kill Janet.

She was carrying my child.

Janet called your house.

Yes. She spoke with Cathy.

Oh, my God.
What did she do?

Cilla’s at my house alone.
You call the police.

(BOTH GRUNTING)

You...

You put something in my drink.

Yeah. Yeah.

Seconal.

Same as your whore
of a grandmother.

The pictures.

You were remembering the
pink couch the night she died,

not the night of the party.

Aren’t you
a little smarty-pants.

Oh, no, you don’t. No.

(GROANING)

Just relax, dear.

Soon you’ll pass out
just like Janet did.

And then...

I’ll help you to another
drink or two or ten.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Come on, Cilla, pick up.

I don’t think
you wanna be
disturbed tonight.

Janet.

She could’ve had anybody.

But she took my husband.

And she made a fool out of me.

I didn’t have
anything to do...

You came back
and you shoved it in my face!

You know, I tried
to get you to leave.

Yeah, I cut down your trees,

destroyed your truck.

If only you had gone away.

(WHIMPERING)

Why couldn’t you
let this house die?

Cilla? Cilla?

Cilla! Cilla!

Cilla!

I’m sorry.

I tried to help you.

You did, honey.

Help me. Help me.

But I couldn’t save you.

Save yourself, Cilla.

All right. That’s it.

Cilla.

Missy-May.

Go to sleep.

Save yourself.

Go to sleep.

(GRUNTS)

(GASPING)

(GRUNTING)

(PANTING)

(COUGHING)

(SCREAMING)

(GASPING)

Cilla!

Tom?

(GUN FIRES)

Cilla? Cilla.

Cilla?

You move again,
I’ll shoot you.

Ford, it wasn’t me.

It wasn’t me.
I didn’t do it.
I didn’t do it.

It was her. It was her.
It was her.

Cilla, come on.

Come here, baby.
Ford,

I did it like Brid.

I CSI’d her ass.

Cilla.

Cilla, stay awake, baby.

Come on, baby,
help’s coming.

(SIREN WAILING)

Come on, stay awake.

Cilla. Stay with me, baby.

I did good.

Oh, what would I do, do, do

Without you, you

Where would I go, go, go

I, I don’t know

You’re a sunny day

You’re the sky that’s blue

When my head’s
up in the clouds

You keep my feet
down on the ground

(GASPS)

(LAUGHING)

We have to be
at Brian’s in an hour.

Well, if we’ve got an hour,
let me draw you.

The last time you drew me,
I think it took a little
more than an hour.

Well, we can skip the
preliminaries and go right
to the intimate stuff.

In an hour? I don’t know.

I couldn’t get by, by, by

If I try

Baby, I would cry

Need you by my side

You’re my sunny day

You’re the sky that’s blue

When my head’s
up in the clouds

You keep my feet
down on the ground

And I haven’t a clue what
I’d do without you, you, you

Oh, what would I do

Without you, you, you

Where would I go, go, go

I don’t know

You’re my sunny, sunny day

You’re the sky that’s blue

When my head’s
up in the clouds

You keep my feet
down on the ground

And I haven’t a clue
what I’d do without you,
you, you, you, you

You, you, you, you, you

Without you