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- Miss Parker?

It was my understanding that the wedding was cancelled.

- Oh, no. No, he'll be here. He promised.

[breathes deeply]

[bird's chirping]

[breathing unevenly]

[screams]

[screams]

[sobbing, screams]

[groans angrily]

[sniffles]

[music intensifies]

♪ ♪

- ♪ Get up ♪ - ♪ Get down, get down ♪

- ♪ Down, baby ♪ - ♪ Get up ♪

- ♪ Get down and dance ♪

- ♪ Get up ♪

[sultry pop song continues on speakers]

[hairdryer whirring]

- [gasps] Oh, my gosh. I found it.

This is the dress.

- [gasps] Oh, that is so you.

- Right? Modern lace, no bows.

- You'll look gorgeous in that.

- Thank you. - Okay, now just find

a bridesmaid's dress that doesn't make me look like

a frilly whale because I plan on finding

a man at your wedding. - It will be classy

and a little bit sexy, just for you.

- Oh, my God. You're such a doll. [chuckles]

- Thank you.

- Miya, Paula's here for her spray tan.

[low, dark music]

♪ ♪

You okay?

- This just came in the mail.

It's an invitation to Ian's wedding to Lori.

- Lori? The Lori? Ian's ex, Lori?

- Yeah.

- That's got to be a joke, right?

- I don't know. Some joke.

[sinister music]

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[phone dings]

[gasps] - [chuckling] Easy.

- Ian, jeez! - Sorry. Sorry.

Are you okay? - Yeah.

It's just been a really long day.

I got invited to a wedding today--your wedding, with Lori.

- Come on. You're kidding me.

- And if I could find the invitation,

I would show you.

This is crazy. Someone must have taken it.

- [groans] It's like a year today

we were supposed to be married.

- Do you think she sent it?

How would she know where I work?

I've never even met her.

- She's a wack job, Miya,

and she's good at being spiteful.

- Great. - [chuckles]

Look, I haven't heard from her in months.

Best thing to do is just ignore it.

Besides, this is our time.

I get to marry you, and that makes me

the luckiest guy on the planet.

Plus, guess who's up for a promotion

for senior consultant.

- Seriously? - Yeah.

So the question is,

do we look at two stories or three stories?

- [scoffs] I love you.

- I love you tons.

Come on. I don't want to be late for the movie.

- I got to lock up. - Okay.

[keys jingle]

So we're clear. I think it's a three-story.

- Okay. - I think the last thing...

- [laughs]

[sinister music]

both: Happy birthday, Mom.

- Ta-da. - Oh.

[laughs]

What? Only six candles? - One for each decade.

[both chuckle]

- There. That's better. [chuckles]

- [laughing]

- So Miya, before we eat,

I have a surprise for you. - You just had surgery.

You're not really supposed to be up walking around.

- I'm okay.

Now, I know this is traditionally done

from mother to daughter,

but I thought you might like to wear this.

- Is this your wedding dress? - Custom made with French lace.

- It's...

beautiful. - Well, if you're worried

that I gave it to the last one, don't be.

[doorbell rings] - I will get that.

- That better not be the nurse.

I told her to get out of our hair

for at least a few hours. Oh.

- Come on. Let's sit down.

- Lori. - Hi, Ian.

- [scoffs] What are you doing here?

- I remembered it's your mom's birthday.

Excuse me.

[uneasy music]

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Hi. Happy birthday, Deb.

- [chuckles] Lori? Oh, your ears must have been burning.

- Oh. Why were you talking about me?

- For entertainment.

- Hi. I'm Miya.

- Ian's fiancée.

- Oh.

Congratulations. - Thank you.

- So, Deborah, this is for you. - Oh.

- It's a photograph from the Mouche Gallery

where I work in Los Angeles. - Ah, yes.

- Is this your dress, Miya?

- That is Deb's dress. - Oh.

- I thought it would be nice if Miya wore it.

- Hm.

Well, that is an honor.

- Well, we were just about to sit down and eat, so...

- I'd ask you to join us, but I know you were never a fan

of family gatherings.

- I actually have plans.

But it was so nice meeting you, Miya.

- It was nice meeting you too.

- Lori.

Did you really only come here for my mom's birthday?

- Of course.

- 'Cause Miya received an invitation

in the mail yesterday

to our wedding. - Well, that's odd.

- So you didn't send it?

- Don't flatter yourself, Ian.

I only came to see your mother.

Nothing else.

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[jazzy music playing]

- And so she just showed up.

Weird, right? - More like psychotic.

At least she saw you and Ian together

so she knows where she stands. - Good point.

- Look what just arrived.

Wonder who they're from.

- As if you have to ask.

- This is a bridal bouquet.

- What's the card say? - There isn't one.

- Well, they've got to be from Ian, right?

- Oh, Miya, Becky's here.

- I guess I'll find out later.

[hairdryer whirring]

♪ ♪

Hi.

[sinister music]

[phone ringing]

- Hey, you. - Hey.

Are you still at work? - Yeah.

I got a conference call in a few minutes.

- Ah. Well, I was just calling to say

thanks for the flowers.

- What flowers? - The bouquet.

- Well, I would love to take credit for that,

but I didn't send you any.

Maybe it was one of your other admirers?

- Well, I don't have other admirers.

I only have eyes for you.

- Good answer. [chuckles]

- Uh, this might be a strange question.

Do you remember what Lori's favorite flowers were?

- Uh, yeah. Yeah. Roses. White ones. Why?

- That's weird. This bouquet is...

- Oh, hey, Miya, my conference call's coming through.

Let me--I'll call you back later. I love you.

Bye. - Okay. Bye.

[dog barking]

[suspenseful music]

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[dog continues barking]

[music intensifies]

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Lori.

I know you're out here.

[loudly] Where are you, Lori?

Lori, where are you?

Lori.

What the hell are you doing, Lori? Get off my property.

[grunting]

[panting]

[dialing beeps]

- 911. What's your emergency?

[radio chatter]

- This bride, did you see her face at all?

- No. She had a veil on, but I know that it was her.

- Your ex.

- Yeah.

Yeah, I hadn't heard from her in almost a year,

and recently, she showed back up.

- Did she ever display any type of violent behavior before?

- No. - Well, recently,

she sent an old invitation to their wedding.

- Oh, may I see it?

- I misplaced it, or someone took it, or something.

But she sent these today.

- How do you know?

- 'Cause white rose is her favorite flower,

and no one else would do this.

- Okay. We'll look into it.

In the meantime, I suggest you document

any further incidences.

It may help you later on.

[mysterious music]

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- Hey. Here you go. - Thanks.

- Yeah.

Hey, I'm so sorry.

- It's not your fault.

All of this just makes me think of when my mom was attacked.

I...

I am trying so hard to forget...

her final moments

and remember her the way that she was, but...

- Hey. Hey.

I know I wasn't there when your mom died,

okay, but I'm here now.

I won't let anyone hurt you.

[unsettling music]

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[doorbell rings]

- Can I help you? - Detective Watts.

I'm investigating an attempted homicide.

May I come in?

- Of course. Yeah. Please.

So, what is this about?

- Miya Ellerson. - I'm sorry. I don't think I--

- Ian Ferguson's fiancée. - Right. Of course.

I'm sorry. I think I've only met her once.

- Someone tried to attack her last night.

- Oh, my goodness. Is she okay?

- Yeah. She's fine.

She's just a little shook up. - Huh.

- Apparently, the attacker was dressed as a bride.

You and Mr. Ferguson were engaged, correct?

- For six months. Yes.

- What happened?

- He called off the wedding.

- Did that make you angry?

- Of course it did, but it was a year ago.

You know what they say about time and healing.

- So you have no ill will towards him or Miya?

- No. No, not--I'm happy for them.

- So then you won't mind telling me

where you were last night.

- I was visiting my mother

at the Cloverfield Retirement Home.

My signature is in the logbook,

and I spoke with several nurses.

- Well, we'll check in with them.

- Please do.

[phone buzzes, dings]

Another wink. [scoffs]

This online dating world, I just cannot get used to it.

- Yeah. Well, thank you.

If I have any more questions, I'll be in touch.

- Great. Happy to help. - I'll see myself out.

- Oh, of course. Thank you.

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- Have a good day.

[door opens, closes]

- She's got an alibi, Miya. - It had to be her.

- The detective said she signed in at the home.

Several nurses recalled speaking to her.

- Who else would it be?

Who else would send me flowers or an invite to your wedding?

Who else would attack me?

- He also said it was your credit card

that paid for the flowers. - That's crazy.

I wouldn't buy flowers for myself.

- I know. I know.

- She must have stolen my credit card number.

- Wouldn't put it past her.

- What am I supposed to do now?

Just wait for her to attack me again?

- Look, hopefully the detective scared her off.

I'm working late tonight. In the meantime,

just stay at my place.

- [exhales] - Hey, I love you, okay?

Everything's gonna be all right.

I'll see you later.

Bye. - Bye.

[soft pop music playing]

[door opens, closes]

- I don't really watch much TV.

Did you see what was on last night?

[tense music]

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- Where were you? - I was visiting my mother.

- For two hours? - Yeah, for two hours.

Is that okay?

- She's needy, Ian.

Pretty soon she's just gonna suck up all of your time,

all of our time. - Are you serious right now?

- Your own brother called you a mama's boy.

- She's alone, Lori.

If I want to check in on her, I will.

[dark music]

- I will not let her or anyone come between us.

♪ ♪

- Winnie, we are gonna go for a walk later on.

[keys clatter]

[pensive music]

♪ ♪

"Dearest Ian, today I waited for you,

"sure you would follow through on your promise

"to be together till death do us part,

"but you never came.

"You left me, broken,

"with a heart that bleeds

"and grows colder every second,

"every minute, every hour,

"a heart that I doubt I'll ever mend.

How you can live with yourself for what you've done..."

- What are you doing? [laughs]

- I thought you were at work.

- Yeah, no, I left earlier than I thought I would.

- I was snooping.

- Yeah. - I'm sorry.

- It's all right, but you know you can talk to me.

Just ask me whatever you want to know.

- Okay.

What happened when you broke it off with Lori?

- Uh...

I didn't hear anything for a few weeks, you know,

and then my minister called me and said Lori showed up

on our wedding day dressed in her bridal gown,

and she was waiting for me.

- That's crazy. - Yes, it is.

That's part of why I have to break it off.

- Huh. What about her family?

- I mean, her dad, uh,

dad left when she was nine.

And he died, like, ten years later in a fire.

She didn't talk about him very much.

When she did, it was pretty bitter.

Her mom I only met once, and she was already

in some pretty advanced stages of dementia, so--

You know, honey, I didn't mean to hurt Lori.

But I just--I couldn't marry her.

And now I regret ever having met her.

Look, why don't you, I don't know,

take the day off tomorrow. Just relax.

You know, let Sandra and Caroline cover the salon.

- Okay. Yeah.

I have to order the wedding cake tomorrow anyway.

- Yeah. See?

And then, you know, take Winston with you.

He's an excellent guard dog.

- Look at that face. - Right?

That's threatening. There's my little buddy.

- Good boy. Good boy.

[uneasy music]

Want to go get some cake? Yeah.

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- I mean, even though I can't prove it,

I think Lori is behind this whole thing.

- Yikes. So what do you do now?

- I don't know--hope that the cop scared her,

maybe she backs off. - Yeah, good luck with that.

[both panting, grunt]

Oh! I got to admit, though,

the whole thing does sound crazy.

- I believe Miya,

and Lori's just crazy enough to come up

with something like this. She warned me.

- What do you mean? - The day I broke it off,

[panting] she says, uh,

"You'll never be happy again," like it was some kind of curse.

- Yeah, that doesn't surprise me.

She was a witch.

- [grunts] - Ah, come on.

Lucky shot. I dare you, do that again.

- Luck's got nothing to do with it.

Anyway, brah, she can't put a curse

on what you and Miya have, all right?

- I sure hope not. - Dude, don't worry.

She'll eventually go away, and you and Miya will be fine.

All right? - Yeah.

- [panting] - Ah, Jesus. Ah.

- [grunts] Oh! - Yeah! [laughs]

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- Winston? Winnie?

Winston?

[cars honking]

[tires screeching] Winston!

- [sniffles]

Ian. - [sniffling]

I'm so sorry.

- I know.

You apologized already.

- I know I don't know what to do.

I tied him up. I know I tied him up.

- Miya, please.

Please, I don't want to rehash it anymore, okay?

It was obviously an accident. Let's just leave it at that.

I'm gonna go to bed. [sniffles]

- You should get him a puppy. - I couldn't replace Winston.

It was the last gift that Ian's dad gave him before he passed.

- Yeah, but I'm sure he understands.

I mean, it could have happened to anyone.

- I'm just glad that we're going to dinner

with his brother tonight, take his mind off of him.

- Is his brother cute? - He's bringing a date.

- Oh. Killing me, Miya! Killing me.

- The manager recommends the shrimp risotto and

quail as main course options. [phone beeps]

What do you think about that?

- I think it sounds pretty good.

- Great. My date just officially cancelled.

- Well, I'm sure she's just busy.

She'll reschedule. - Nah.

Ian's always had the luck with the ladies.

- True.

- Except for that last one, though.

Bad joke?

- Oh, in other news, the agency called.

Mom's nurse is unavailable. She can't be there Wednesday.

I can't either. I have a late meeting.

- Bro, don't look at me. I have season tickets.

- I get off early on Wednesdays.

I could go stay with her.

Yeah, I'll add it to my schedule.

- Yeah, that'd be great.

Thanks.

That'd also be a good time for you to tell her

you're not gonna wear her wedding dress.

- That would make for an entertaining evening.

- No, absolutely not.

You have to be there when I do that.

- You're definitely on your own.

- I'm taking you down with me.

- Not a chance.

- Oh, I guess the witch's ears were burning.

- Hello, boys, Miya. What's the occasion?

- We're tasting for the wedding party.

- Oh. - What are you doing here?

- I come here all the time. Best lobster bisque in town.

By the way, Miya, I heard what happened with the bride.

That must have been terrifying.

- If it was an attempt to scare me, it didn't work.

- Oh, well, I love the attitude, but I have no idea

what you're talking about.

On that note, I am not one to spoil a party,

so I think my date and I will head over to Valentia's

across the street. Have a good night.

- You too.

- Okay, that is the second time.

We need to go to the police. - What are we gonna say?

Uh, she remembers my mom's birthday,

she loves lobster bisque?

- Well, we should at least tell her date.

- Tell him what? - Well, that he should run.

Now. [chuckles]

[classical music playing]

- Let's go.

[stall door creaks]

- [sighs]

[footsteps approaching]

[eerie music]

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[gasps]

[whimpers]

- [laughing] - You can't do that.

- Ian. Ian. She's still here.

- Who? - Lori.

- What? What do you mean? - She just attacked me

in the bathroom with a knife. - What?

- Sorry.

- I swear, Ian, that was not the bride from before.

It was the bride from the other night.

It was Lori. - Okay. Okay.

She said she was going to the Italian restaurant

down the street, right? Let's go check there.

- Okay. - Okay.

[funky jazz music playing]

[indistinct chatter]

Okay, let's--Miya, don't.

- Is there a problem? - Yeah, Lori, there is.

- Okay, well I was offering you the courtesy

of staying out of your business,

but you don't seem to want to return the favor.

- Are you for real? - What's going on here?

- You better knock it off. - Come on.

- You hear me? - [scoffs]

[laughs] What?

- Sorry. - Did you just see that?

Did you witness that? That woman is crazy.

- I can't believe that. - Unbelievable.

- Is it possible you were confused?

Maybe it was the other bride that was there for the party.

- No, it was the same bridge who chased me before.

She had the same dress and the same knife.

- Okay. Well, we'll check with Lori's date

and see if he can confirm she was with him

the whole time.

- Thank you.

- Miss Ellerson, I have to ask,

how are you feeling in general?

- What do you mean?

- Well, I did a little checking.

Found out about your mother, the carjacking a year ago.

- What does that have to do with anything?

- Well, losing someone to a violent crime

like that, it's hard.

You think maybe you're suffering some kind

of post-traumatic stress related to that incident?

- Do you think I'm crazy?

Do you think I'm imagining this?

- No, I am not saying that. - Detective.

Why don't you just talk to the guy, okay?

Find out the facts, let us know what you turn?

- Of course. - Thank you.

[uneasy music]

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- Well, that was really nice.

Actually one of the best online dates I've ever had.

- Yeah. It was fun.

- You know, it doesn't have to end.

- What are you doing? - Finding out

if we're truly compatible.

- Don't touch me.

[tense music]

I used to think my mom went crazy after my dad left,

going on and on about how men will break you.

♪ ♪

But she was right, and I don't have a plan

on falling prey to your kind ever again.

- She was with him the whole time.

We'll let you know if we turn up anything else.

- Yeah, I appreciate it. - We'll be in touch.

[buzzing] - Ian, aren't you supposed to

be in a meeting with Alvotech?

- Oh, crap. Yeah. How long have they been waiting?

- Long enough that Mr. Candler stepped in.

- Okay. Thank you.

- The detective confirmed that Lori's date was with her

until he dropped her off at her house.

- Well, maybe he's lying.

Maybe they're in on it together.

- Or maybe it really was

the other bride you saw at the restaurant.

- It wasn't. - Okay.

- Well, then, if I were you, I'd turn around

and throw it back in her face. Stalk her.

- What is that gonna prove?

- Maybe you can catch her in the act.

- The only thing I have left in my day is a pedi,

and then my afternoon's free until I see Deb tonight.

- So go. You can watch her, see what she does,

and we'll close up for you.

- She works at an art gallery--Mouche, I think.

- Yeah. That's over on the West Side.

It's not far from here. - Okay, slow down.

Are you sure you want to get that close to her?

Because if it's not her stalking you, then this might

all come back to bite you in the you-know-what.

- But if it is, then I'll have the proof I need.

- Fine. Just don't say I didn't warn you.

- Don't mind her.

[suspenseful music]

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♪ ♪

- Miya.

[dark music]

What are you doing here?

Are you following me?

- Would it bother you if I was? - Oh, wow.

Are you that insecure?

Well, if you were, no one would blame you.

Ian does, after all, have a history

of leaving his women at the altar.

- Ian didn't leave you at the altar.

He broke it off weeks ahead of time,

but you're in some crazy state of denial.

- Okay.

Well, who's the one following his ex-fiancée around?

And who's accusing me

of stalking you dressed as some bride?

If someone here seems crazy, that would be you.

- Is that what you're playing at?

You're trying to make me look like the crazy one.

- I don't have to try.

From where I stand,

it's all very clear.

Oh, and with Ian being so gun-shy of the "I dos,"

I mean, I'd be worried too.

- Hey. Listen.

Ian and I are getting married

no matter what game you play, okay?

- You take your hands off me right now.

Oh, but before you do, smile at that camera.

Bye.

- Are you kidding me?

[phone rings]

Hello? - Miya, it's Deb.

Hey, were you still planning on babysitting me tonight,

or do I get to play grown-up again?

- No. No. I will be there.

I'm just having some car troubles.

- Oh? - Someone deflated my tire.

I don't have a spare.

- Well, what kind of neighborhood are you in?

- I'm just out shopping. I'm at the mall.

- Well, don't panic. Call a tow.

I'm sure that I can draw my own bath.

- No, Deb, I will be there.

I'll just be a few minutes late.

- Fine.

I'll see you when you get here.

Oh, and park around back.

The kitchen door will be unlocked.

- Okay. Bye.

[ominous music]

♪ ♪

Really?

[classical music playing]

♪ ♪

- [sighs] This is ridiculous.

I can run my own damn bath.

[grunts softly]

[sinister music]

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Wha...

What?

What are you--who are you?

What are you doing here?

What are you--go away. Go away. What do you want?

Get out of here. What are you doing?

My daughter-in-law is gonna be here any second.

Get away from me!

[yelps]

[gasping]

[screams]

[thudding]

♪ ♪

[car chirps]

[music intensifies]

♪ ♪

- Deb.

Deb. Deb?

[unsettling music]

♪ ♪

[knocking at door]

[door creaking]

- What? Don't give me that look.

If you have something to say, just say it.

You know she was a bitch,

and Ian's always been just a little mama's boy

who's done whatever she told him to.

But not now.

[radio chatter]

[melancholy music]

♪ ♪

- Come on.

- Ms. Ellerson. - Yeah?

- You have a moment? - Sure.

- I've been talking to the neighbors.

So far, no one saw anything. No intruder, no bride.

- Well, she came in through the backyard,

maybe through the canyon.

That's where you should be looking.

- We have.

What was your relationship like with Mrs. Ferguson?

- Good. Why?

- You were the only other one in the house,

as far as we know.

- Do you think I did this?

- Under normal circumstances, I would think

this was an accident. She had a bad hip.

She shouldn't have been trying to climb those stairs.

But given your behavior

and your unsubstantiated accusations,

yeah, I just got to wonder

if something else is going on here.

- There is. Her name is Lori Parker.

She hates this family. Not me.

Find her. Ask her your questions.

♪ ♪

Ian.

Hey.

Everybody's gone.

You want to head home, try to get some rest?

- Why weren't you here?

- I had a flat tire.

I called her and told her I would be late.

She said she would wait for me.

- Well, she obviously didn't.

- Ian.

It was the bride.

- Miya, please.

- I saw her in the backyard.

Ian, you know that Lori hates your mother.

I think that she came here, and, I don't know,

pushed her down the stairs, or maybe she--

- Miya, stop.

Just stop.

I don't want to hear it.

Okay? I don't want to hear one more word

about this bride, all right? No more!

- [sniffles]

I'm sorry.

- I know. Me too. Me too.

Can we just go home?

- I'm gonna stay. I...

I want to be alone.

- Are you sure?

- Yeah.

I just got to think about some things.

- Okay.

Okay, yeah. I'll call you in the morning.

- Yeah. - I love you.

- I know.

♪ ♪

[dog barking]

[line trilling]

You've reached Ian. Leave a message at the beep.

[beep]

- Hey..

[indistinct chatter]

[somber music]

♪ ♪

I'm sorry, Deb.

- Well, that's a guilty conscience

if I've ever heard one.

- What are you doing here?

- I came to pay my respects.

She was almost my mother-in-law.

- Yet and she would have been the first one

to tell you good riddance.

I bet that pissed you off.

Is that what made you want to kill her?

- Lori, why don't you pay your respects and leave?

- Of course. Ian, I am so sorry.

I know how close you were to your mother.

- Thank you.

- Really reminds us to cherish them while they're here.

Miya, does your mother--does she reside

at the Cloverfield Retirement Home?

- Miya's mother's deceased. - Oh, I'm so sorry.

I just thought that she was there,

because, well, I saw Miya there the other day.

Actually, it was the day of Deb's accident.

That...

Well, I guess it was a coincidence

that I saw you there.

Unless you were following me.

[laughs] But you wouldn't do that.

That would be crazy. Hm.

[uneasy music]

♪ ♪

- Did you go there? - Yes.

I thought I could catch her.

- So you were following her.

- She's the one who's been following me.

- Tell me.

Is that the real reason you missed getting to my mother's?

- No. Ian, I told you, I had a flat tire...

- Stop. - And I called her.

- Stop.

I cannot do this with you.

Honestly, with the way things have been going, I...

Maybe it's best if we postpone the wedding.

- No, baby. Baby, no. No.

I understand that you're stressed,

but you have to know that this is exactly what Lori wants.

She's trying to drive a wedge between us.

- Just let me get through today, please.

Please.

- [crying]

- Miya Ellerson? - Yes.

- You've been served. Have a nice day.

- Did I get any mail today? Thank you.

- Good morning, Ian. - Oh, Ryan.

- How you doing? - I'm all right.

- You're sure? 'Cause if you need some more time off...

- No, no. I think I'm ready

to get back in the swing of things.

And I don't want to miss that promotion.

- That's the thing.

We've decided to bring in Dan Schultz from Alvotech.

- Uh, is this because I was late for the meeting?

'Cause I thought I covered it pretty well

once I got in there. - Look, the board just thought

we should bring in an outsider to keep everybody

on their toes, that's all.

There'll be other opportunities.

- Right.

- You know if you ever need to talk,

my office is always open.

- Thanks. Yeah, I'm good.

- He's right.

There will be other opportunities.

- Yeah, I mean, it's not even about that.

Things are falling apart. At work, with Miya.

- Have you spoken to her? - No.

I don't even know what to say.

I'm just not in a good headspace.

Thing is, I'm not even mad at her.

I should have been there.

I should have been there to take care of Mom.

It's my fault. - Bro.

I get it. I feel the same way.

But it's not your fault, it's not my fault,

and it's not Miya's fault.

It was just a stupid accident.

Look, maybe planning a wedding and getting married

isn't what you need right now.

I mean, just put it on ice for a bit,

take some time for yourself.

I don't think anyone would blame you.

- So Lori took out a restraining order,

and now you can't get anywhere near her.

Does Ian know anything about this?

- Ian hasn't returned my calls in the last three days.

Whatever game Lori's playing, it's working.

If you look at this, everything in here seems true.

- [scoffs] No. She's the crazy stalker, not you.

- There's got to be a way for me to prove it's her.

Maybe she's done this before.

- You think? - Maybe there's something

in her past, something I could find.

- That'd be good, but you can't go within 50 feet of her.

How are you gonna find out anything?

[mysterious music]

♪ ♪

- Oh, hi. I'm looking for Mrs. Parker's room.

I'm a little lost.

- No problem. She's in room 12.

It's around the corner and to the left.

- Cool. - Haven't seen you before.

You a friend of the family's?

- Yeah. I'm an old friend. - Okay.

- Thank you.

[knocking at door]

Excuse me, Mrs. Parker.

My name is Miya Ellerson. I'm engaged to Ian Ferguson.

He was gonna marry your daughter Lori.

I'd like to talk with you about her for a few minutes.

Mrs. Parker?

[shutter clicks]

♪ ♪

[shutter clicks]

- Nurse, I need some water.

- Here.

[soft music]

♪ ♪

- [sighs]

- That's a nice locket that you have, Mrs. Parker.

Do you mind if I see inside of it?

[dark music]

- You can't trust them.

- Morning, Lori. Oh, this is gonna be quite a treat

for your mom, having two visitors in one day.

- Visitors? - You can't trust them.

- Who can't I trust? - Who else was here to see her?

- Oh, I didn't catch her name.

Said she was a friend of the family's.

She's in there now.

- You can't trust them. No. They will ruin you.

They will break you. You can't trust them.

No. No. No, no, no, no. No, no. No, no, no.

[breathing heavily]

No, no, no, no, no. - Mom.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

[weeping]

- Shh.

- [weeping softly]

[unsettling music]

♪ ♪

- Wow. I can't believe you actually went there.

So you saw her mother. What happened?

- She didn't even know I was there.

Well, not at first, anyway,

so I decided to do a little snooping,

had a look around the room.

- So did you find anything?

- No, just an article about the fire that killed her father.

- Well, you already knew about that, right?

- Something about what Miss Parker said

makes me feel like I don't know the whole story.

- Something like what? What did she say?

Something about Lori's past, maybe?

- Uh, I'm not sure.

Look, I'll call you back, okay?

- Wait. Miya, I-- [phone beeps]

Miya?

- Hey, bro. You all right? - Yeah.

Yeah, you know, just figuring things out.

- Tell me. - I don't know, man.

Lori said I'd never be happy again.

And the way things are going, I think she might be right.

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

It's just, you know, I love Miya. I love her.

She's the one I want to be with for the rest of my life.

I mean, she's the same girl she was before Lori showed up,

before all this craziness happened, you know?

- Joseph Young.

- Besides, man, Mom loved her.

She would have wanted us to be together.

- Mom did always know how to read people,

and I'm pretty sure she knew Lori was crazy from the start.

- No kidding.

[dog barking]

- Well, you ought to be having this conversation with her,

not me. Call her.

- Yeah, you're right.

- What the hell? Whoa!

[tires screeching]

- Mark?

Mark? Mark!

[medical machines beeping]

- How is he? - He's unresponsive.

They say it's to be expected with a skull fracture,

and so now we just wait,

and we hope he regains consciousness

- Do they know how this happened?

- Police said it looked like he lost control of the car,

went off the road.

I think maybe if he wasn't talking to me...

- Ian, don't do that to yourself.

- It's just first Mom, and now Mark.

[solemn music]

I'm really grateful I haven't lost you.

♪ ♪

Miya, I'm really sorry.

- You have nothing to apologize for.

Your brother's gonna be all right.

Okay? We all are.

Okay. Thanks, Sandra.

I'll in when I can. Bye.

- His vitals are stable, and the results

from his CAT scan show the bleeding has stemmed.

- He's gonna be okay? - As with any brain injury,

the first 24 hours are crucial,

but I'm optimistic that, yes, we're out of the woods.

Now, that being said, he still has a long road ahead of him.

- Oh, I know Mark. He's a trooper.

- I'm sure he is, and so are both of you,

but you really should get some proper rest.

Don't worry. We'll keep an eye on him,

and will let you know if anything changes. Okay?

- Okay. Thank you.

- She's right. You should get some rest.

- Yeah, I know, but I'm not gonna be able to.

Besides, I got a meeting at work I shouldn't miss.

What about you?

- I got to follow up with something.

- What?

- The fire that killed Lori's father--

I found out that at some point,

the fire marshal suspected arson.

- Do you think it was her? - I don't know.

I'm gonna drive out to Bakersfield,

try to speak with the detective,

see what I can find out. - Miya...

- I'll be careful. Promise.

- All right.

- Love you. - Love you.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[buzz]

- They're here, Mr. Ferguson.

- Okay. I'll be right in.

[exhales deeply]

[sinister music]

[medical machines beeping]

♪ ♪

- What I propose is an expansion to the West Coast

with a 40% vested interest.

I think it would prove very lucrative

to both you and the investors,

and not to mention-- [phone dings]

Excuse me. Sorry about that.

- And what would that mean for Vista's competitors?

- Right, uh, well, that would give you the ability

to get a jump on the market [phone dings]

as well as, um...

Excuse me. I'm so sorry.

I have to excuse myself and make a quick phone call.

- Dan, why don't you take over?

♪ ♪

[machines beeping rapidly]

- Okay. I'll be there as soon as I can.

- Ian, wait up.

Everything all right? - No.

Something's wrong with my brother.

I have to go to the hospital.

- Is he okay? - I don't know.

They're taking him for testing now.

- Look, Ian, I'm sorry. I really am.

But I told Vista we'd get back to them early next week.

- Fine. Just give me a few more days

to take care of some things.

- You've been running on fumes for weeks now,

which is why I need to insist you take a leave.

Go on vacation with your fiancée.

Just take a break.

- Who's gonna take care of my clients?

- We'll find someone.

[indistinct chatter]

- Sure. Sure, Ryan, I will take that break.

What's going on? Is he all right?

- He's still unresponsive, but stable.

- Okay. I don't understand.

He was texting me. How is that possible?

- It's possible that he regained consciousness

for a few minutes.

He would have been disoriented, so he likely tried

to disconnect the IV and the machines.

It's not uncommon, and the nurses got here right away.

He wasn't in any real danger. Look, it's a good sign.

He's coming around.

I'm encouraged.

- Okay. - Okay?

- Okay. Thank you.

- Mm.

- Mark? - Mm.

- Mark, hey, bud.

- Mm? - You need something?

Nurse, he's waking up. Can you get the doctor, please?

- [mumbling] - What do you need, man?

What do you need? The doctor's on her way.

- The bride. - What?

- I tried not to hit her.

- What are you talking about? What are you saying?

- The bride... in the road.

She was standing there...

- Mark. Mark.

- Hi there.

I'm looking for Detective Young.

- Yeah, that's me, or it used to be.

I retired a couple years ago. Who are you?

- My name's Miya Ellerson.

Sorry to just show up like this.

I found your address in the phone book,

thought I'd give it a shot.

- Well, that's good detective work.

[both chuckle]

What can I do for you?

- Well, I'm inquiring about a case of yours

from 14 years ago,

a fire that killed a man named Brady Parker.

The fire marshal suspected arson,

but no one was ever charged.

- You with the media?

- I have a personal connection to the family.

I know Lori Parker.

I was just wondering what really happened to her dad.

Can you tell me if you ever had any suspects?

- Uh, yeah, I questioned the family, including Lori.

She was a teenager at the time.

She had no involvement in the fire.

- Really? - Yeah, she had a solid alibi.

- Of course she did.

Thanks anyway.

- But her sister...

[grunts] She didn't.

- Her sister? - Yeah, Rose Parker.

We had some evidence that she was there at the scene,

just not enough to convict her.

Given that and her age, the DA refused to press charges.

It was a big mistake in my opinion.

There was something definitely off about that girl.

[phone beeps]

- Um, I'm sorry, I have to go. Thank you. Thank you.

You've been very helpful. Thank you.

[medical machines beeping]

- Ian.

What's going on? Is he okay? - Yeah. Better.

I mean, he's in and out all day, but...

He spoke to me.

- What did he say? - He said he saw the bride.

I don't know. I think he was trying

to tell me that that's why the car swerved.

The doctors say not to take anything literally,

that it's probably delusion or something. I didn't--

- He's not delusional. It's her.

Or her sister. - What?

- Lori has a sister. Rose Parker.

- She never said anything to me about a sister.

- The detective in Bakersfield said he suspected Rose

might be behind her father's death.

Maybe she's even crazier than Lori.

Maybe she's the bride. Maybe that's the reason

why Lori always has a perfect alibi.

[doorbell rings]

- Ian. What are you doing here? - Can I come in?

- Sure.

To what do I owe this pleasant surprise?

- This isn't a social visit, Lori.

I just want to ask you point blank.

What the hell have you been doing?

- Sorry, Ian. I'm a bit lost. - Really. Cut the bull.

God, Miya was right.

Ever since you reappeared, things have been falling apart.

That is exactly what you wanted to happen, isn't it?

- All right, I will tell you exactly

what I told the detective.

I have no idea what you're talking about.

All the cops here know that I have nothing

to do with any of your misfortunes.

- What about your sister?

[uneasy music]

- My sister. - Rose, is it?

The one you never told me about?

- Yeah, well, why would I, since she abandoned us.

- So you don't deny it. Hmm? You do have a sister?

- She ran away when she was 16.

She left me to take care of our mother

after I'd already cared for them for so long.

So you know what? I am so sorry

that I neglected to tell you about her,

but I accepted the fact that I didn't have a sister

anymore the day she left.

- Okay. Show me. Show me a photo of her.

- I burned them.

- Really? - Uh-huh.

- I think you're lying.

It's okay, 'cause I'm gonna find her.

I'm gonna find her if that's the last thing I do.

- Ian. - What?

- You should really watch your threatening tone with me.

I think the police are gonna want to talk to you about this.

- You are crazy. You are crazy.

- We need to end this.

- I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

The 405 is officially my worst nightmare.

- I have so much to tell you.

Ian went and saw Lori this morning.

- Wow. What happened?

- I don't know yet. I haven't heard back.

- Okay. Well, keep me posted.

Okay. Well, I've got a 9:15, but maybe we could grab lunch.

- When did you get those done?

- Oh, Caroline did them for me when we were slow

the other day. Aren't they cute?

- A rose. - Yeah.

- She likes my nails. - [chuckles]

- I was just thinking,

I've known you for, what, six months now?

How come I never hear you talk about your family?

- I don't know. Parents and I aren't exactly close.

- How about your brothers and sisters?

- I don't have any.

Why the sudden interest? What's all this about?

- You know so much about me,

and I don't know anything about you.

- Okay. Would you like me to tell you

every little detail of my life?

- No. Why do you always have a rose at your station?

Is that your name? Rose?

Are you Lori's sister? Are you the bride?

- Whoa. Stop. I know you've got a lot going on right now,

but I think I've heard just about enough here.

I mean, I've had your back through all of this,

and now you're accusing me? Of what?

Of being that crazy lady's sister following you around?

Of trying to kill you? No, I don't think so, Miya.

You'll excuse me if I don't feel like having your back

at this very moment, okay? Oh, and you know what?

Take my 9:15. Tell her that you chased me off

because I'm some crazy killer in a wedding gown.

Hear that, everybody? Whoo! I'm freakin' crazy.

Come on, Miya!

[door slams]

- Hey. I tried you earlier. - I am sorry.

I was at the police station.

- Is everything okay? What happened with Lori?

- I don't even know how to answer that.

She's crazy, and I mean crazier than I thought.

That's why I was there. I was just trying to cover myself.

- What did she do? - I'll explain when I see you.

You're going home after work, right?

- Yeah. Ian... - Yeah?

- Is it bad to think that Sandra is Rose?

- At this point, I'd believe anything.

Whether it's Sandra or not, one thing is for sure.

Lori is definitely behind this.

So you stay away from her, okay?

I'll see you as soon as I can.

- Okay. Bye.

[line trilling]

- Brentcliff Mausoleum.

- Hi. Yeah, I was wondering, are you guys holding

and special events there this afternoon?

- Let me just check.

No, the facility is empty today.

- Wonderful. Thank you.

She just picks and picks and picks.

Your mother is so controlling. - I don't want to have

this conversation with you. - I don't like her.

I don't want your mom at the wedding.

- You can't say stuff like that.

That's it. I'm calling it off!

- I'm calling it off. I can't do this.

- What? - It's for the best.

I don't make you happy.

I don't even know how to make you happy.

- How could you say that? You're everything to me.

- That's the problem, Lori. I can't be everything for you.

You want me in this small little box with no other life.

I can't be that guy. I won't be.

I'm really sorry. I'm sorry.

- No. No. You're confused.

By your mother, by your job.

No, you'll do the right thing. I know you will.

You know how I know?

Because you love me, and if you don't...

I swear to you, you'll never be happy again.

Are you happy now, Ian?

[soft music playing]

♪ ♪

- Hey. You okay?

- Yeah.

Um, I have to follow up with something.

You got this? - Yeah, sure.

I just--I have one more customer to finish up,

and then I can close for you if you want.

- Thanks.

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

[gate creaking]

♪ ♪

Caroline? - What are you doing here?

- I should be asking you that.

- I came by to check on Lori.

I figured I could help you out, you know?

Catch her in the act, like we talked about.

- I'm not naive, Caroline, or should I say Rose?

- Rose? - Don't worry.

I'm sure you can explain it all to the authorities.

- Miya, I was trying to help you.

Why don't you believe me?

- It all makes sense now, why you started

working for me right when I got engaged.

- That's just a coincidence.

- Give me my phone.

[both panting]

- Wait!

Miya. Miya, stop, please. Just stop.

- [grunts]

- How did she get in? - I don't know.

I guess the back door at the top of the stairs.

What do we do?

- We go ahead with the plan.

[phone ringing]

Ian. He just made this easier.

- No. No, no. We can't do it now.

- Rose, do you really think I'm gonna run away from this

when I am so close to getting what I wanted?

You know me better than that.

What are you doing?

- They'll catch us. They'll know it was us.

- Rose, I know you're scared,

but I will protect you,

like I always have,

when Mom wouldn't,

when the police were coming to question you about the fire.

You didn't have to run away, because I covered for you.

But that's us. That's what we do.

We are always there for each other.

It's us against everyone else, right?

And if one of us gets hurt,

the other one is always there, right?

Yeah.

And Rose, he hurt me real bad,

so you and I are gonna finish this together, okay?

And no one is ever gonna suspect a thing.

Do you know why?

Because it's a perfect plan.

If I were Ian, I'd want to kill myself too.

I mean think about it. He's lost everything.

His mother is dead, his brother is broken,

and Miya--we will take care of Miya later,

after we go to the Brentcliff Mausoleum

and make Ian pay for what he's done.

- No, no, that wasn't the plan.

The plan wasn't to kill anyone. It was just to scare them.

- Are you saying you have a conscience

about killing someone,

after you killed our father? - That was an accident!

I just wanted to destroy his home like he did to ours.

- Okay. That's fine.

We'll just make sure Miya also has an accident.

But Rose, we're doing this together,

or I swear, I will never protect you again.

Thanks.

[phone dings]

[muffled grunts]

Here.

Let's go.

[door opens, closes]

[thudding]

- [muffled sobs]

[thudding]

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[muffled grunting]

Stop! Please! Stop!

Please, I need your help. I've been hurt. I need a phone.

- Oh, my. Sorry, I don't have a phone with me.

Can I take you to a hospital? - No, there's no time.

I need a ride to the Brentcliff Mausoleum.

- The mausoleum? - Yes, please.

Please, it's an emergency. Please, drive. Please, please.

- Okay. Okay.

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

- Miya?

Miya, is that you?

Lori?

Lori!

Lori, wait!

Lori, where's Miya?

Lori, stop!

♪ ♪

Lori!

Where's Miya?

Lori what the hell did you do?

What is going on?

What have you done with Miya?

- She's not here, Ian, obviously.

It's just you and me.

Oh, and your poor mother over there. So sad.

- I don't know what this is about,

but if you have hurt Miya, I-- - Stop right there.

That's right where I want you.

You see, it'll be so much more dramatic

if you kill yourself in front of your beloved mother's crypt.

Of course you would have some remorse for killing Miya.

You know, leaving her body behind at your house,

that was just so sloppy.

- Please.

Lori, she has nothing to do with us.

- Us? There is no us.

You took care of that when you broke my heart.

Oh! Are you freaking out right now?

Is the thought of Miya lying there

in a pool of her own blood making you sad?

Good! It should make you sad. I want you to be sad.

At least for a minute.

Catch.

Drink it.

She's as good as dead anyway, Ian.

Just do it.

Okay. This is simple.

You can either drink that,

or I will put a bullet in your heart.

Your call.

[gunshot]

Don't make me shoot this thing again.

There's no telling what part of you I might accidentally hit.

Oh, my God. Would you just hurry and do it?

I have so many other things I could be doing right now.

- Let him go, Lori. - Miya!

- The police are on their way. Drop the gun.

- Miya, get out of here.

- Rose!

Cut her!

Do it!

- You never meant to hurt anyone, did you, Rose?

The fire that killed your father was an accident,

and Lori's been using it against you this whole time.

- Rose, do not listen to her. - Lori, put the gun down.

Look, you can't get away with this.

- Kill her!

- Don't listen to your sister. She does not control you.

- Do it, Rose, or so help me God,

I will make you burn for what you did.

[music intensifies]

♪ ♪

- [grunts]

[groans]

- [screams]

Rose!

You bitch!

- [grunts]

- Ian. Ian. Oh, baby. Oh. - [groans]

- I'm okay. - You're gonna be okay.

Oh, I love you. - I love you too.

[sirens wailing]

[indistinct chatter]

[cheers and applause]

- So, you know, it's you and me forever now.

- I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you.

- Me too. - With a little less drama.

- That would be nice. - [laughs] I love you.

- I love you too.

- [clears throat] So what do you say?

Should we hit the pub?

- Yeah, let's do it. - What? No.

- Oh.

- Oh! [laughs]

- Great catch!

[soft, romantic music]

♪ ♪

- Come on.

[cheers and applause]

[unsettling music]

♪ ♪