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- You are never here! - You like it when I'm upset?

It's your fault that we're even here!

I thought it would make a difference!

- Oh, that's rich. - I'm tired of this, Iris!

Every day is the same with you. Every day.

I will never understand you.

You never have. Why start now?

We moved to the mountains to a beautiful house

for a new beginning, and nothing has changed.

It was your idea to move us up here!

Because I thought it was going to help.

Now, all I ask is for you to take your meds.

You know what they do to me!

I know what it does when you don't take them.

Your mind spins out of control.

When's the last time you even left this house?

We've lived here, what, a year? You never go into town.

We've never met our neighbors. You have no friends.

That's as much your fault as it is mine.

I work, Iris!

I go down that mountain every morning,

and I don't get back till late. I have no time!

All right!

You want me to take the medicine,

then I'll take it!

Sophia, get away from those stairs!

I'll take the whole bottle!

Sophia!

What did you do? What did you do?

No!

Help me!

Come on.

- It looks kind of scary. - Ah, it just needs some love.

Maybe some paint. Little carpentry.

With a little TLC, it'll be fine, trust me.

The window's broken.

Yeah, there's a few things

that are broken, sweetie, but we're gonna fix 'em.

It's even more yucky inside.

Well, you just gotta give it a chance, honey.

I have big plans for this place.

- Where are we gonna sleep? - Right here.

We have sleeping bags until the furniture comes.

This is our home now. It's gonna be fun.

Come on, let's start cleaning this place up, okay?

- Ew! - Oh!

Oh, my God.

Well, good news.

Upstairs isn't nearly as bad as down here.

Hey, good job. This is fun, right?

Um, sure.

Hello? Anybody home?

Hey, come on in. You must be the contractor.

Yes, ma'am.

So you bought this place?

Guilty as charged. I'm Robyn Flynn.

Call me Drew.

- This is my daughter, Ava. - Hi, Ava.

Hi.

This place has been empty for years.

Time hasn't been so good to her.

So where are you two staying while the work's being done?

We have sleeping bags.

That's right, and I'm gonna do

as much of the work as I can myself,

like paint and... well, paint.

I'll need you to do the rest. I'm more of a big-picture gal.

- Oh, really? - Robyn's kind of a big deal.

Aww. I'm an interior designer...

was an interior designer in San Francisco.

Is that right?

Well, it sure is a big house for just two people.

That's why we bought it.

I plan to fix up the rooms

and rent them out on Your B&B.

It's a website where homeowners can rent out their rooms

to people from all over the world.

Now it makes sense. It's a good place for it.

It's gorgeous around here.

See?

There, just like camping.

I guess.

The rest of our stuff will be coming tomorrow,

all our beds and our furniture.

It'll start to feel like home.

Nothing feels like home.

Wow, you don't see schools like this in the city.

- Uh-huh. - Hi.

Is this also where pickup is after school?

- Go around the back. - Oh, okay.

Around back.

Good morning.

Are you our new student?

Um, I guess.

Well, I'm Mrs. Berman.

I have two kids that go here as well.

Sarah's in your class.

She's very excited to meet you.

Where's your mom?

Hi, I'm Robyn.

I see you've met my daughter, Ava.

Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't...

Oh, no, that... that happens.

Nice to meet you. I'm Erica Berman.

Hi.

Why don't you go ahead inside? Have a good day.

How funny.

Are you the ones that bought the old house on Maple Street?

That's us, yeah.

This place really is spectacular, isn't it?

It is. We moved here a few years ago

for the amazing schools, and you don't get views

like this in Sacramento.

No.

I work just down the mountain,

and maybe it's a little trying, but it's worth it.

Yeah. Well, it's good to hear that.

Makes me think we did the right thing coming here.

Oh, I'm sure of it, and hey, I live right around the corner,

so if you ever need anything, just call.

I'm in the school directory.

Thanks.

Well, I better make my way

down the hill and get to work.

I'll see you soon.

Okay, you too.

Are you Iris?

Are you the one going up to Lake Pines?

All right, well, come on. Get in. I'll take you up.

- Drew, you here? - In here!

- You're here early. - It's after 8:00.

- That's not early. - Ha.

Okay.

You got running water in the kitchen and no leaks.

Excellent. So what can I do?

Well, you said you can paint, right?

I hope so. I paid enough for that fancy design school.

Well, the front bedroom's ready.

Go for it.

Yes, sir, General, sir.

You are a general contractor, right?

You don't have to salute.

Ah.

There you are.

Finished the front bedroom.

Did you paint any of the walls,

or just yourself?

Everyone's a critic.

I paint very... inspirationally.

Join me?

Got a half an apple to share.

No, thanks.

I'm not hungry. Too much to do.

Mm.

Uh, you-you got a little...

What? Paint?

- Yeah. - Did I get it?

No. Here.

There we go. All gone.

Thanks.

So, why did you choose our pretty little town

to settle in?

As you may have noticed,

Ava and I don't exactly look alike.

Oh, I might have noticed something.

I adopted Ava a few years ago.

Her parents died in a car accident.

I'm so sorry. Poor Ava.

Her mom, Tashi, and I were best friends growing up.

She didn't have any relatives young enough to take Ava,

and her husband was a great guy,

but his family was complicated,

so this godmother thing was the real deal.

If anything happened to them,

I had to be ready to become a mom.

That's pretty serious business.

And I said I would take it seriously.

Still, you never think it's actually gonna happen.

What was that like?

The adjustment must have been hard.

I tried to throw myself into it, for Ava, for Tashi,

but I was still working a pretty demanding job,

so that meant long hours.

About a year ago,

we were driving around place to place,

and I'm buckling Ava in,

and she says, "The world is spinning too fast.

Would that happen if my real mom were here?"

- Ouch. - Yeah.

Before Ava, my whole life was about my career,

and then suddenly I had another person to take care of,

and it felt good.

Suddenly, work wasn't so important.

Becoming a real mom to her was what mattered,

so I got us out of the city to a place where she can grow,

and here we are.

Seemed like a perfect place for a B&B.

Price was right.

What do you know about the history of this place?

The family who owned it experienced a tragedy.

Tragedies have a way of changing people's lives,

you know?

- Sounds awful. - It was.

It's a part of our town's history,

one we're not too proud of.

And then, after the accident, the parents left

and never came back.

The gossip was, the mother went off her rocker.

Her husband had to put her in an institution.

Wow, such a sad story.

What were they like?

I never met either of them.

No one in town did.

Apparently, she was a real recluse,

and he was never home.

So you've lived here all your life?

I better get back to work.

Yeah... I got a lot to do too

if this place is gonna be a B&B anytime soon.

So I was thinking maybe a pale yellow for the dining room.

Yeah, that sounds nice.

Hey, Drew, I found the paint swatch.

What do you think about Lake Pines B&B?

Sounds good to me.

How about a pedestal sink in the downstairs bathroom?

I think we can do that.

Why don't we tackle that after...

- Hello. - Hello.

I'm Robyn Flynn.

- Beth Baronne. - Hi.

I heard in town that this is a B&B?

It is, but we're not quite opened yet.

And who's this beautiful child?

This is my daughter, Ava.

- Hello, Ava. - Hello.

I know it's strange, me showing up without notice,

but I'd love to take a room here.

We're really supposed to take our reservations

through the website, and we're not even online yet.

I just feel like I belong here.

I've...

I've got money.

Is this enough?

Um... I guess it should be fine.

I'll help you with your bags.

Ah, already got it.

- That's it? - What more do I need?

Well, come on in.

Oh, I got it.

- Thank you. - Just right upstairs here.

- Just down this way. - Okay.

Right over here.

This room has an awesome view of the grounds.

Could I stay in that room instead?

It's a smaller room.

- That's fine. I like cozy. - Okay, whatever you like.

Okay.

It's perfect.

Well, we should let you get settled.

I hope we find some time to get to know each other, Ava.

Come on, sweetie.

Ah! Oh, my God, get it!

- Shoo, shoo. - Ah!

I hate spiders! Oh, my goodness.

- It's just a spider, though. - You're way tougher than me.

You should have seen your face.

Oh, my goodness.

- Ready? - Yeah.

Say "limburger."

Cheese.

- It's perfect. - Let me see.

That's it! That's our homepage picture.

Well, looks like my work here is done.

That's the most fun I've ever had

with a hammer and a screwdriver.

I know, it was fun,

but there's another room to look at,

and something always needs fixing,

so I'm sure we'll see you a bunch.

I just... I just hope that, um...

What?

I want you to be careful, that's all.

You're gonna have a lot of strangers in your house.

The world's full of all kinds of different people.

Well, we always know where the general is.

Well, you call if you need me,

and you, you stay away from all them boys.

Hey, uh, you got a friend,

and you got my number.

Use it anytime.

- Okay, you ready? - Yeah.

So we're live.

Let's get some sleep, yeah?

Yeah.

Oh, I forgot to tell you,

Drew told me about this amazing waterfall

just outside of town.

What do you say you and me hike up to it

on Saturday morning?

- Don't you have to work? - Work?

Babe, that's our old life.

Now that we're here, we have all the time

in the world for each other.

Am I doing enough for her, Tashi?

I hope I'm making you proud.

You want me to take the medicine?

Then I'll take it!

Sophia, get away from those stairs!

I'll take the whole bottle!

Sophia!

What did you do?

- Call 9-1-1! - Is she...

No!

Help me! No!

Sophia... forgive me, darling.

Mommy made a mistake.

I lost my way.

I let our home go to strangers.

But don't-don't worry, darling.

I'll get rid of these people invading our home...

And we'll be together again, baby.

- What is it? What happened? - There.

- Oh, did you get bit? - I don't think so.

It's okay, Robyn. It's just a spider.

It's not just any spider.

That's a brown recluse. They can be deadly.

We get those up here in the mountains.

She's right, sweetie.

Are you sure you didn't get bit?

Yeah. I'll have to call an exterminator

and make sure we're all clear.

Oh, my gosh. Ava!

Ava. Ava!

Wake up. Wake up.

What? Are we going to the waterfall now?

No, we have guests.

But today's the waterfall day.

It's Saturday.

You said that we could go today.

I know, babe, but these are paying customers,

real, actual people paying money

to come to our house today,

and they're gonna be staying with us for days,

sometimes longer.

We're gonna have to get used to that

and make the house nice for them, mm-kay?

Mm-kay.

- Mr. and Mrs. Willis? - Yes.

We've been expecting you. I'm Robyn Flynn.

Your home is so beautiful, Ms. Flynn.

Angie saw it online and just fell in love with it.

You have such a flair for decoration.

Thank you. Let's get you upstairs.

Your room has a beautiful view of the mountains.

Ooh, lead the way.

That's amazing. It's so pretty, so clean.

This place was actually built in 1884,

so it's some great architecture.

Really? Oh, my gosh, it's beautiful.

The stained-glass windows alone are just...

- Yo. - Hi.

- This where we check in? - Yes, welcome.

I'm Robyn Flynn.

You must be Mr. and Mrs. Lanier.

- No, we're not married. - Oh.

- Hi, Heather Russell. - Welcome.

Clint, can you stop ogling long enough to take my bag?

Yeah.

Why don't I show you to your room?

Thanks.

Do you have one of those little fridges that has booze in it?

- Um, no license, sorry. - Really?

Yeah, but there's a great room...

Oh! The carvings...

Oh!

Sorry. Is everything okay?

Yeah.

I'm just trying to get this spider situation taken care of.

Yeah, that could really hurt business if that got out.

Yeah. You know what's weird, though?

I was reading online that brown recluse spiders

only live outside in wood piles and sheds.

- That is weird. - Yeah.

Oh, I gotta go pick up Ava.

Do you need anything before I go?

No. Um, I could go meet her, though.

Oh, no, that's okay.

I like getting out and meeting the neighbors.

- Bye. - Okay, bye.

I'm gonna go downstairs.

Okay, I'm just gonna do a little eyeliner.

- No, I'll wait for you. - No.

And can you get me some OJ?

Huh.

Well, that's a pleasant surprise.

So your name's Beth, right?

I'm Clint.

I'm just down the hall.

- Oh, my God! - What the hell?

Keep your filthy hands off me!

Clint, what the hell are you doing?

Oh, no, I-I...

What rock did you crawl out from under?

Would you keep this guy on a leash?

Okay, could you just hold on a second?

Oh, my God, you know what?

I can't believe you! Not again!

- Heather! - I'm done!

Heather, listen to me! Come on, baby!

That bitch totally set me up, okay?

You're a pig!

Okay! Stop it!

You know, she smacked me out of the blue.

I didn't lay a single finger on her.

- Heather, I didn't touch her. - Really?

Really? Do you think I'm blind, or just stupid?

Both, obviously.

This is none of your damn business.

She is the one who set me up.

Okay? Do you understand that?

She set me up. You set me up!

You never should have been here in the first place,

you pieces of trash.

Both of you, get out!

No, hey, you're just a guest here,

and I was leaving anyway, so stay out of it!

No, no, no, no, no, you... no!

No! You listen to me, psycho bitch!

Get out.

Or they'll be calling you Cyclops.

What is going on in here?

Nothing more than a lovers' quarrel.

You two did this?

- She's crazy! - I already paid my money.

All I need from you is to stay out of my business

and make me some damn pancakes in the morning.

- That's all I need. - Listen, sir...

Bottom line is, dreamboat here

got sexual with me, and his lady caught him.

It all went downhill from there.

Okay, you two need to leave. Now!

- Fine. Fine. - Go. Get your stuff and go.

Ex-boyfriend here might be a spineless little worm,

but nobody treats me this way.

Don't get too cozy in your happy

little house here, bitch.

I'm going to enjoy destroying your business.

And I expect a full refund.

Animals.

Good thing I stopped them when I did.

She was ready to tear that room apart.

Thank you.

I can get this room back up and running in no time.

Yeah?

Oh, Drew, this is Beth.

Beth, Drew, our contractor and friend.

Good to meet you, Beth.

Ugh, they made such a horrible mess.

Yeah.

Well, no, I understand.

I understand that it's not your fault,

but my husband has a heart condition.

I thought this was supposed to be a relaxing place.

I just can't have him getting all worked up

over some crazy people in the room next over.

I know. I'm sorry.

They're gone, and I promise

we will do a better job of vetting our guests.

I-I'm really sorry.

I just can't stay in this place,

so we're leaving as soon as Stan gets back.

- Oh... - I-I'm sorry.

- But... - No, it-it's...

I gotta go pick up Ava at school.

I'd be happy to go.

I was gonna ask if you can stay for the exterminator.

He's gonna be here soon.

You should stay and handle your guests.

I-I could go meet her.

I-I would never ask you to do that.

It's nothing, really.

- Are you sure? - Of course.

Okay, um, it's just a couple blocks down Maple.

Just tell her I'm so sorry I couldn't make it.

Everything's gonna be okay.

Go. Talk to Mrs. Willis.

Thanks.

Hey! Hey!

Why the hell did you do that?

I think we've been over this. You can slither away now.

See, I can't,

because my girlfriend just left with my car!

What's wrong with you?

I couldn't have your negative energy

polluting my house.

You're a nut job, because that?

That is not even your house.

It's always been my house!

And it will always be my house.

- Iris? - Hi, Erica.

What are you doing here?

My kids go to school here.

I heard you got released from Pine Vista.

That's really good, Iris.

I didn't know you'd come back to town.

Why didn't you call me?

I'm trying to get away from all that... past.

I understand.

Are you waiting for someone?

No.

So do you think it's a good idea to be back here?

I'm sorry.

We all have our own ways of coping.

How are you feeling? Are you taking your meds?

I'm fine.

She's gone, you know.

I know.

Well, if you ever want to talk,

you can always come back to Pine Vista and visit me.

Stay safe, okay?

Beth?

Beth?

Beth?

Hello! I didn't see you there.

Hi. Um, Robyn texted me

saying you were gonna take me home?

- Yeah, won't that be fun? - Oh, Mrs. Flynn?

- Mrs. Flynn, hi. - Hi.

I just wanted to say hello and tell you

how much I love having your wonderful daughter

in my art class.

You must be so proud of Ava.

Oh, yes, I am. She is such a special child.

Well, whatever you two are doing at home, keep it up.

You two have a great day, okay?

- Bye, Ava. - Bye.

I'll see you tomorrow, all right?

- Okay. - Bye.

Bye.

She thought you were my mom.

Why didn't you tell her?

Well, that wouldn't be so bad, would it?

You know what? We'll talk about this

when we get home, how about that?

Oh, no, that's terrible. They both left?

Do you know what happened to the Laniers?

I just... I did not know that having people in my house

would make me this paranoid.

Hey, you want to know what kind of people

you let into your home, that's understandable.

Yeah, and I have to think of Ava first.

Look, you're an amazing person, Robyn,

and you've got good instincts,

and yeah, you've gotta watch out for Ava,

so what are your instincts telling you now?

Maybe I should just shut it down,

ask Beth to leave, no more B&B,

clear everybody out.

I'm home! Hey, Drew.

- Hey, girlfriend. - Hey, baby, how was school?

- Good. - Hey, Beth.

Hi.

I heard you were keeping the guests in line.

Can I help?

Did you finish your homework?

- I did it at school. - Mm, smart girl.

Hello?

Yes?

Okay, yeah, that would be great.

Thank you. That was the "Chronicle."

They want to run a story on the B&B.

We better get to work.

So, you make any new friends at school?

Mm, not a lot, maybe Mindy and James.

James, huh?

I thought I told you to stay away from the boys.

- Wait, you're a boy. - Oh, no, I don't count.

Yes, you do. Uh, we're out of paint.

Oh, I'll go grab some from downstairs.

We'll be back, babe.

Okay.

Meet you back here?

- Okay. - Okay.

See you in a few minutes.

Robyn!

- Oh, my God. - Oh!

- Robyn? - Is she dead?

- Robyn, wake up. - She can't die too.

Robyn? It's okay, darling.

You're gonna be okay, I promise.

- Help her. - You're gonna be okay.

- Help her! - Okay, okay.

We've gotta wake her up.

Robyn? Robyn. Open your eyes, Robyn.

Robyn, please wake up. Robyn, please.

It's okay. It's okay, darling.

Open your eyes.

- Open your eyes, please. - Robyn, wake up.

- Wake up. Wake up, please. - Open your eyes, Robyn.

Oh, oh, my God, are you okay?

I'm here. I'm here for you.

Oh, my God.

What happened?

The ladder slipped out from under me.

Bet she has a concussion.

We'd better take her to the emergency room.

She may have to stay a couple of days.

I'll be happy to look after Ava for you.

No, no, Ava needs to come with us.

Thanks, Beth.

- Okay. - Come on, let's go.

- Okay, lean on me. - I'm okay. I can walk.

Easy, now. Take it slow.

- Where's your purse? - Inside.

Your vitals are all good, but I want to run some scans.

Can't take concussions lightly.

It's best if someone watches you

for the next few days.

- I-I'd be happy to help. - I can too.

- You have school, babe. - It's settled then.

Scans can wait for tomorrow, and it would be best

if you stayed off your feet.

I'll be back.

Thanks.

- Ms. Flynn? - No. I'm her very dear friend.

In fact, I'm her daughter's godmother.

Hi, I'm Sam from the "Lake Pines Chronicle."

I talked to Ms. Flynn earlier about doing a piece

in our newspaper on her B&B.

Is she home?

What are you gonna do with that?

Um, I was going to take some pictures for our paper.

No, you're not.

Oh. Okay.

Maybe I'll come back later when Ms. Flynn's home.

I guess you haven't heard about this place.

It's cursed, you know.

Oh, oh, I was so worried.

They didn't want to keep you overnight?

It's a concussion for sure, but the doctor said

it would be okay for me to come home.

Is there anything I can do to help?

Um...

Why don't you go inside with Beth?

I'll be in in a little bit, okay?

Kay.

I can stay if you want me to.

I am supposed to be resting, you know.

My dad said that you know you care about someone

when you worry about 'em.

Pops was right.

You had me pretty worried.

Well, I'm glad you were here.

I've been wanting to do that for a while.

Come on. Let's get you inside.

Kay.

Yeah, of course, and Robyn, I'll check in on you.

I'm a light sleeper anyway.

- Thank you so much, Beth. - Yeah.

Are you okay enough to read together, Robyn?

Of course, babe.

No little bump on my head is gonna keep me away.

- Okay. - Oh, no.

I just remembered there's a guest

that's arriving soon at the train station.

I gotta go pick him up.

- Well, tell him he can't stay. - I can't do that, babe.

He confirmed online and everything.

I gotta go get him.

I can read her her story. You should go.

She'll be fine. She's a strong girl.

- Okay. - Come on.

Hey, hey, hey...

where do you think you're going?

There's a guest at the train station.

I gotta go pick him up.

No, you are gonna stay right here.

The doctor's orders was bed rest.

I'll go pick up your guest.

Thank you.

No, thank you for letting me be a part of your family.

What do you think?

That's gonna be your favorite class.

- It's dramatic. - Super fun.

- Yeah. - You rest.

We got you covered.

Is that your real mom and dad?

Uh-huh.

I'm so sorry.

A little girl belongs with her mother.

- So where's the book? - There is no book.

This is a brand-new story,

one that no one's ever heard,

no one in the whole wide world.

Cool.

It's the story of a little girl.

- How old was she? - Exactly your age.

What was her name?

Sophia.

Princess Sophia lived in a land,

a land filled with magic.

What kind of magic?

The kind where if anyone ever got hurt,

magic would make them all better again.

Who got hurt? Sophia?

Yes, and her mother, the queen,

was judged by everyone and locked away

in the most awful dungeon

while an evil witch stole Sophia away from her

and pretended to be her mother

while the witch lived in the castle with Sophia.

So how does it end?

Well, the queen is released from her prison,

and she's reunited with Sophia,

but first, she has to rid the castle

of all the witch's protectors

so she can kill the witch in peace.

- That's kind of a sad story. - Yes, it is, Sophia.

Ava. I'm Ava.

Of course you are, sweetheart.

- Mr. Marcus? - Professor Marcus.

Now, you must be from Lake Pines Bed and Breakfast.

No. Well, yes. I'm a family friend.

Huh. Well, thank you for coming to get me.

It was an interminably tedious trip to get here.

No problem. My truck's waiting right outside.

Truck?

Ah, Mr. Marcus.

- Professor. - Sorry?

Professor Marcus.

Oh, um, Professor, so happy to have you.

Welcome to our home. I'm Robyn Flynn.

Pleasure. If you could take my bags upstairs, please?

Thank you.

Yes, sir. I would be happy to.

- I'll show you to your room. - Thank you.

Right this way, Professor.

We've got our best room for you,

right here at the end of the hall.

I'm sure you're probably wondering why I've come alone,

not your typical tourist by any means,

so to save you any unnecessary speculation,

I've come to research a book I'm writing.

Oh, that's exciting. You'll be our first author.

What is your book about?

Murder.

Thanks again for today. I don't know

what I would have done without you.

You are very welcome.

You sure you don't want me to stay?

I mean, on the couch, of course.

Just to help you out?

I would like you to stay, but another time maybe?

Yeah, definitely maybe.

Thanks again, for everything.

- Hey, Erica. - Afternoon, Robyn.

How's your poor head?

Ugh, finally starting to feel a little better.

Thanks for picking up Ava.

Don't mention it. We love Ava.

Bye, Ava.

Bye, Mrs. Berman.

I don't like him!

There is no note in my bag.

There is a note in your backpack.

- Just let me see it. - No, I...

Ava, could you give us two seconds?

- Okay. - No, it isn't!

- I don't have a secret pouch! - Oh, yes, you do!

Something wrong with Ava?

No, Ava's fine. It could be nothing.

I just wondered... Jimmy, Sarah, sit down.

Maybe we can talk later?

Maybe somewhere a little more private?

Yes, I think we should.

I just have to get these kids home.

Maybe you can come by the hospital?

I work the night shift tonight,

but I get off at 8:00 a.m.

Okay. I'll see you at 8:00.

Great.

- Thanks again. - No!

I'm gonna run this to the Dumpster.

- Be right back. - Mm-hmm.

Hello, Erica.

Do you really think I would let you keep me from Sophia?

She's gone, Iris. It's not Sophia.

That's... not... true!

Wake up.

It's Saturday, and you promised

this Saturday was waterfall day.

Oh, shoot, honey, I gotta go meet

Mrs. Berman this morning.

- But... why? - I don't know.

It sounded important, though.

We can't go again? But you promised.

We don't spend any time together,

and I don't even have my friends in the city anymore.

I know, honey.

We're gonna go as soon as things

get a little less crazy, okay?

I promise.

Okay.

Good morning!

Why the long face, kiddo?

We were supposed to go to the waterfall,

but she canceled it again.

- Oh, really? - Yeah.

Do you think I can come?

- I think so. - Yeah?

Yes!

I am screwing this up with Ava already.

You're doing just fine, Robyn.

I don't know... sometimes it seems

like we really are mother and daughter,

and then other times it's crystal clear

that I'm an impostor, not her real mom.

Once you get your feet under you,

everything will settle into place.

You got this, Robyn.

Glad somebody has confidence in me.

Oh, I gotta go. Something's happening here.

- What? - I don't know yet.

I'll talk to you later.

Bye.

Excuse me, what's going on?

Can I ask what you're doing here, ma'am?

I'm supposed to meet someone here.

Erica Berman?

- Uh... - Did something happen?

Is Erica okay?

I'm sorry. Ms. Berman is deceased.

Oh, my God!

Looks like it could be an accident.

Could be? What does...

We got people still working on it.

Why were you meeting Mrs. Berman?

She wanted to talk to me about something.

- What about? - I don't know.

Whatever it was,

she wanted to tell me in private.

Excuse me, Detective?

We're getting ready to move the body.

Okay.

I'm sorry to be the bearer of bad news.

Iris?

It's all awful.

We're all in shock.

Did she seem all right the last time you saw her?

I guess so, but you know Erica.

She was always so happy, so positive.

I think she wanted to talk to me

about something important.

Does the name Iris mean anything to you?

I'm sorry, no.

Maybe Iris works here or she's a patient?

Maybe a friend of Erica's?

It's my responsibility to protect the privacy

of our patients here.

You understand.

Of course. Thanks for your help.

Erica ain't coming no more?

I don't think so. I'm sorry.

- She was always nice to us. - You knew Erica?

She talked to us like real people, not a nurse.

Do you know Iris?

She talks to ghosts. I think it's her daughter.

Can I talk to Iris?

- Iris turned into a ghost too. - She died?

She walked right out through a wall.

Then she was gone.

Follow me.

Who drew this?

Iris.

The house where her daughter died.

- Could I keep this? - Sure.

Thank you.

Hey! You be careful of ghosts, now.

The worst ones are up here.

- Hi! - Hi.

Is everything okay?

No, something terrible happened.

I know I'm just a guest here, Robyn,

but I'd also like to think we've become friends.

You can tell me anything.

Thanks.

Mrs. Berman, a mom at Ava's school,

died at her work last night.

Oh, no. Oh, that's horrible.

Yeah, some sort of accident at the hospital.

Ava and I just talked to her yesterday.

Why does everybody have to die?

Oh, sweetie.

First Mommy and Daddy, and then Mrs. Berman.

It's not fair.

Nope.

Mrs. Berman's kids have to grow up without a mom.

It's gonna be so hard.

Well, they have friends

who care about them and family who love them.

You're not going away, are you?

I know you're not really my mom...

Oh, no, no, babe.

I could never replace your mom,

but I love you more than anything.

- Why? - I just do.

I loved you when I saw you in the hospital

for the first time,

and your mom was holding you, and she was so proud,

and when I look at you, I see her.

She was about your age when we met, you know.

I'd just moved to a new school,

and, um, we were in third grade,

and we used to play tetherball together.

- I like tetherball. - Yeah?

You want to see if you can beat me?

Get it! Get it!

That's fascinating!

That's a search that I too have performed

with the same results,

or should I say lack of results?

I'd appreciate if you didn't sneak up on me, Professor.

Oh, I do apologize.

I am, I suppose, a part-time sleuth

and can't help being rather light of foot

when the occasion demands.

- I thought you were an author. - Investigative author, yes.

I write books about famous,

or, I should say, infamous murders,

catchily titled "Mother Murderers."

Perhaps you've seen the series?

Currently, I'm on book seven.

It's rather an important franchise.

They're considering turning it into a television show.

So, Iris Janaway,

are you going to write a book about this house?

Not a book, a segment, and not the house,

but the individual, though, of course,

the scene of the crime is always vividly described.

I haven't been able to find any pictures of her,

what she looked like, so...

Fascinatingly, I have not been able

to find any photographs of her too, which won't do.

I'll need one at least for the book jacket.

Nothing on the Internet,

the nuthouse turned me down as a matter of course,

but then I heard that the scene of the crime

is open for business, so I came hotfoot,

only to find you searching for a photograph of her too.

The plot, as they say, thickens.

Why is that?

You know, Professor, I don't know

if I really want you to write anything

about what happened in this house.

Au contraire, Ms. Flynn.

If I put your little B&B in "Mother Murderers Seven,"

then my fans will swarm down on you like bee and bees,

dare I say it, to a honey pot.

Some will probably claim that the place is haunted,

and then you'll never be empty again.

Sorry, Professor, I really can't talk with you

about this right now.

I do hope you'll drop it, though.

Ooh, I'm afraid I can't do that, Ms. Flynn.

I have a very promising appointment in the morning

with your town's registrar of records,

and I'm going to see what I can dig up about Ms. Janaway.

You see, I will uncover the truth.

We're getting two new guests today, newlyweds.

That's great!

I just didn't have the heart to cancel on them,

and Ava and I talked,

and we really want to make this B&B thing work.

Ms. Flynn? Ms. Flynn?

Looking for someone?

Yes, I was looking for Ms. Flynn.

What did you want with her?

Nothing. Thank you.

I understand you're writing a book.

Yes...

"Mommy Murderers Seven."

What's that about?

Surely you've heard the story of the tragedy

that occurred in this very house, Miss...

Baronne. Beth Baronne.

Well, the mother of the house,

a certain Iris Janaway,

murdered her seven-year-old daughter here, Sophia Janaway.

It wasn't murder. It was an accident.

Well, that's not what I heard.

It was an accident.

Court records would suggest she had mental difficulties,

and during an episode,

she pushed her daughter down the stairs.

Such a beautiful girl.

Where did you get that?

I also managed to find a photograph of the mother.

I would love to interview her,

just so that I could get her part of the story.

I would like to be able

to fairly represent her in my book.

What did you say your name was?

- Iris. - Mm.

Janaway.

Iris, would you like to tell me the truth

of what happened the day your daughter was murdered?

See you at the house later?

I'm going epic on brunch.

Perfect, since I have an epic appetite.

Professor?

Why don't we go ahead

and step outside here for a minute?

All right.

So when did you leave the house

this morning, Ms. Flynn?

About 7:45.

I dropped my daughter off at school

and then went to Engren's for groceries.

So when'd you get back?

Maybe 9:45, maybe it was later.

I can't say for sure.

Well, we're gonna have to get everyone out of the house.

- It's now a crime scene. - Okay.

Um, I understand. I'll take care of it.

Okay.

We just...

I-I just want to apologize to you both...

This was supposed to be our honeymoon.

I know. I'm refunding your room,

and I can arrange alternate places to stay.

This must be awful for you and your daughter.

We understand, and we'll find someplace else

to stay.

I really appreciate your understanding.

I do.

This was in a room.

Looks like some remodeling is going on.

- So? - The screwdriver is missing.

Come here. Who's this belong to?

It's my contractor's.

It's Drew's.

Drew? You mean Wayne Aldrew?

No, I think it's just Drew.

Contracting by Drew.

Yeah, that's Wayne. We know him.

Come on.

So, now, when did Professor Marcus check in here?

- I think it was Tuesday. - Tuesday?

I think we found our murder weapon, Sheriff,

in the bushes outside.

When is the last time you saw Wayne Aldrew?

Last night, why?

Robyn? What's going on?

It's the professor.

Oh, God, is he... and Drew did it?

That's what they said, but there's no way.

- Drew couldn't do that. - Oh, that's awful.

Is there anything I can do to help?

Beth, I-I had to tell all the other guests

to find other accommodations.

I'm gonna have to ask you to do the same.

What? Why me?

Things are just too unstable right now.

I need to let things settle down

before I handle any guests again,

if I ever have guests again.

Did you find a car?

I told you I want to see a lawyer.

I heard what you told me.

Public defender's on his way in.

He stayed in the house for a few days.

So until he gets here,

let's go over this one more time.

When exactly did you start this job for Ms. Flynn?

Sheriff, you're not listening to me.

I had no reason to hurt that man.

Found these in the professor's room.

Why was he investigating you?

What? I have no idea.

I only ever met the man at the train station.

You sure about that? You didn't find out

that he was trying to put you in that book he was writing?

That doesn't make any sense.

We've got your screwdriver with the victim's blood on it,

that documentation that he was investigating you,

and you don't have an alibi,

and forensics got some pretty good prints

off that screwdriver of yours.

- I didn't do it, Sheriff. - Yeah.

Wayne, I thought I knew you, son.

I know you were a troubled kid, but I never expected this.

Come on, stand up.

Come on, turn around.

I'm arresting you

for the murder of Jamison Marcus.

Come on.

- Drew? - It wasn't me, Robyn.

You gotta believe me. I'm sorry.

There's things I should have told you,

but, look, I'm not a murderer.

Something's going on here, Robyn.

Someone's trying to set me up.

All right, there you go.

Robyn, are we gonna be okay?

We are going to be okay. I promise.

Don't worry, darling.

I'll get rid of these people invading our home.

I have one final problem to take care of.

So she can kill the witch in peace.

And we'll be together again, baby.

Robyn, I'm out on bail.

Sheriff Scully doesn't really think I did it,

but I guess I'm the only suspect.

But how can you even be a suspect, Drew?

I know you didn't do it,

but how can they think you did?

The truth is, Robyn, I got a past in this town.

I was a pretty wild kid.

And one night, I went for a joyride

with my best friend, Josh.

Somehow I lost control, hit a tree.

I came out okay, but Josh,

well, he didn't.

Anyways, the sheriff's office felt a small-town criminal

got off easy,

and they held a grudge.

I'm sorry I didn't tell you all this sooner, Robyn.

I swear to you I did not kill Marcus.

That screwdriver was mine, but someone else took it.

Who'd even want to do that?

Anyone who's been in your house

had access to my tools.

You need to be careful, Robyn,

'cause whoever did this is still out there.

What about those people who wrecked their room?

I still have their contact information.

I could have Sheriff Scully check it out.

Robyn, are you there?

Drew, something's wrong.

My will was open on my computer.

Who could have done this?

Oh, my God.

Iris Janaway was on my computer,

and she made herself Ava's guardian.

Oh, God.

- What? - Beth.

Beth is Iris Janaway.

Beth is the one who's behind everything.

I'm not a bad person, Robyn.

I don't want to hurt you,

but I'll do what I have to to get what's mine.

Robyn? Robyn?

- Stay away from me. - This is my house.

- Robyn, what's going on? - Beth, you need help.

- Shh. - Robyn, answer me!

You don't want to wake the baby.

Robyn?

Robyn!

Come and get her, Drew!

Open the door!

Help me!

Let me out!

Let me out now!

Stop!

Robyn? Robyn, what's going on?

Go back in your room.

I'm not leaving you. Let's go.

I never meant to hurt you, Sophia.

I'm not Sophia. I'm Ava.

This isn't going to work, Beth!

Of course it's going to work! I know what I'm doing.

I'm not stupid.

None of this would have ever happened

if you didn't invade my home!

I will keep Sophia safe!

That's all that matters!

You're crazy!

Is wanting my family back crazy?

Is wanting my home back crazy?

- Should we go? - Drew's on his way.

We'll just stay in here.

Should we go?

Come on, sweetie.

Robyn? Where are you?

Robyn?

Robyn! Are you upstairs?

Go in my room.

Hide under my bed. Don't come out.

- Okay. - Promise me.

- Drew, we're up here. - Robyn?

Ava! Where is she?

I don't know where she is.

No!

I'm taking what's mine!

She's not your daughter!

She's mine!

Leave my mom alone!

Sophia?

No, Mommy's sorry.

Oh, Sophia, you forgave Mommy.

No, darling, it wasn't my fault.

I love you!

Darling, Sophia...

I-I'm sorry.

Sophia...

- Okay. - Sophia...

I'm sorry...

We're gonna take you in and get that fixed up.

Don't forget about Robyn's leg.

We want to have matching scars.

- Thank you. - I'm sorry.

I should have told you everything.

No apologies, not tonight.

Hey, how's Beth?

Well, her neck's broken.

They say she'll never move again.

We got quite a mess here, Ms. Flynn.

Are you gonna help us sort it all out?

Well, that's gonna have to wait, Sheriff Scully,

'cause we have got to take your hometown hero here

to the hospital tonight.

All right.

Looks good, guys.

Nurse?

Nurse!

Nurse!