(seagulls calling) - (woman): [I'm not asking you
to spend a whole month.] [Just come on up
for the weekend.] - Abigail and I are both
doing fine. We're actually having a blast right now,
shopping our brains out. - [OK. I just think Abigail] [needs to get out of the city.] The last few months of her life
have been worse than most humans can handle.
- Don't worry about her. You know how strong and
resilient she is. - I am worried.
I don't think I've seen her cry since it happened.
- She cries sarcasm instead of tears.
- I'm right here, Mom. - She's still my hero. What, with her incredible
determination, I wouldn't be surprised if she was
the first blind woman [to climb Mount Everest.]
- I couldn't agree more. - [So, you're really] not coming? Why do I have a feeling this is about
trying to fix things [with Wyatt?]
- It isn't. You know me better than that,
Aunt Charlotte. - How are things with him? (brakes screeching) - Aunt Charlotte?
(tense music) - Did anyone see it?
- Someone, over here, please! - Does anyone know first aid?
- [Aunt Charlotte?] - Did anyone see what happened?
- [Aunt Charlotte, are you OK?] - (man): [Call 9-1-1!]
- Listen... - Did anyone call 9-1-1?
- Is anyone a doctor? - [What happened?
What happened?!] (siren blaring) (soft piano music) (crow cawing) Are you hungry, honey? - A little bit.
- Hi. - Bart. Hi. This is Abigail, my daughter. And my husband, Wyatt. - Hi. Bart McGregor. I'm an... old childhood friend
of Allison's, and I was also Charlotte's
accountant. Nice to meet you. - Oh, um, Abigail recently
lost her eyesight. - That's right. I heard about that.
I'm so sorry. How did it-- - I took drugs.
- It was Theraresp. She got the prescription
for her asthma, which was out of control. She had pneumonia
at the same time, and when she started having
side effects, we didn't know... - That that could
lead to blindness. Well, it was great
to see you again, despite the sad circumstances. - It was nice seeing you too,
Bart. - When you're ready,
give me a call, and we'll set up that meeting
we discussed over the phone to go over your aunt's finances.
- Of course. Thank you. - Are we all gonna pretend he wasn't hitting on you
right in front of me? <i> Babe, I'm stuck here</i> <i> for at least three days.
I will call you the second</i> I know when I'm coming back. I can't, not now. You know I'd
much rather be with you.
- He's trying to reassure her! (footsteps)
He's coming. (tense music) - Who were you talking to?
- What do you mean? - Oh... You're still seeing her. - What are you talking about? - Jennifer! You're still
seeing her. I can't believe it! - I'm not gonna get into this.
- Abigail heard you. - Your daughter...
is full of crap again. - I want you to leave.
- Excuse me? - You heard me.
I want you to leave. - You're kicking me out?
- Yes! You will no longer lie
or cheat on me again. Now, pack up your stuff
and leave! (eerie music) - Be quiet. Mother, please. ♪♪♪ I know what I'm doing. No! I may be many things, but I am not clueless. I'm certainly not clueless. (keys jangling) - (Wyatt): Would you just listen to me for one second?!
- No, Wyatt! No! - ONE SECOND! RIGHT NOW!
- NO! I AM NOT LISTENING TO YOU! I am not even gonna listen
to your lies because I've heard them plenty of times. Get out. I want you out, now! (indistinct yelling)
- Who's out there? I can smell whatever aftershave you're wearing.
- I'm sorry. Heh. I didn't mean to--
- Oh. You're that accountant. Bart something.
- Yes. Like the cartoon character. My skin's the same colour,
but my hair is a little less spiky than his. Oh, I have your great aunt's
paperwork here. I thought I'd bring it by
so your mother could go over it
before our meeting. Here. - Why did you
park on the street? - Excuse me? - You could've parked
right here, in the driveway. - How... How did you... How did you
know I parked in the street? - I can even tell
that your car is just 100 feet away from here,
and that you just got out of it. - Really? - I can hear your car radiator
fan still cooling off, which means that your keys
were in the ignition just a few moments ago.
- Wow. You're good. No fooling you, that's for sure. - I better get back inside. Have a good night.
- Goodnight. It was nice meeting you. Oh, by the way... tree-tapping season kicks off this weekend, so, uh, if you
and your mother ever wanna, you know, go to Mike's
Sugar Shack and taste excellent maple syrup,
pour it over fresh snow, just give me a call,
and I'll take you there. Your mother has my number.
- OK. (ominous sound indication) (gusting wind) (tense music) - I'll never get used to this. - It's OK, Mother. - It's not OK! - I'm happy to do it. - No. Don't even try it. You're gonna do it again. - Do what?
- Don't pretend that nothing's going on. You were
with her today. - Yes. I was. - She's going
to make you ill again. That woman will make things worse for you.
- She's not gonna make things worse.
She is a great, wonderful woman. - YOU NEED TO STAY
AWAY FROM HER!
- I told you. Sh, sh, sh. I told you. I'm fine. - Oh!
- I'm fine. (soft music) As a matter of fact, we're
supposed to be going to Mike's Sugar Shack
with her daughter, Abigail. - A blind girl!
- Yes. - Please don't, Bart. For me. For me. - Trust me. Everything's OK. I'm going out for a drink. I'll be back later. - (Allison):<i> I am tired of you
drinking too much!</i> I'm tired of your lies
and blaming work all the time! You always have
an excuse for everything. - And you always whine.
That's all you do! And all you're good at!
- That is enough! You need to leave. You're drunk, and I don't
wanna see you again. Ever! - Mom?
- Abigail, mind your damn business, would you?
- LEAVE! Leave. (Allison whimpering) Honey, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. - (Abigail): This is really
the last time, right? - It is, honey. Believe me, it is. (soft music) (country music playing) - (man): You have to go
to Allison and talk to her. Tell her how you felt
when she left. How it messed with your mind for over a decade.
I mean, does she even know? - But I did already
make plans with her. Well... technically,
it was with her daughter. Yeah, we're all going
to Mike's Sugar Shack
for the season kickoff. - Really?
- Mm-hmm. Great. Look who's here:
Allison's husband. You ever look at somebody and
just hate their guts right away? - You know, I had that very
feeling when I first met you. (door opening) - Give me your best scotch. Neat. Do you wanna hear something
funny about your client here? - There you go.
- He came to see us at the funeral,
and he was hitting on my wife... - I wasn't...
- ...right before my eyes. - ...flirting with her.
- When it comes to a man wanting to screw my wife,
believe me, I can tell. I can't blame you
for trying, though. She's a great lay. What a dumb, annoying skank.
- Bart! Don't!
- What do you think you're doing? (soft, rapid heartbeats) Goodnight, Bart.
(exhaling heavily) - (Abigail): Well, what do you
think of the new dress? - (Allison): You look
amazing, honey. I... just wish you could see
how beautiful you are. - Well, that's something that's
never gonna happen again. But I don't care. - You do care. You know, honey... you don't have to be
so strong all the time. - I'm fine. - I just don't want you
to keep everything inside. - I do miss dancing. - OK. What else? You don't think I hear you
crying at night? (Allison exhaling heavily) You think it's easy
for me to ignore it? But I know if I show up, you're just gonna
throw a fit or... make fun of me for... thinking how you could
possibly need my help. - I don't know
what to tell you, Mom. I can't have you around when all I wanna do is sleep through
the entire week, just so that I don't
feel sorry for myself, or be angry at my friends for... thinking that I don't wanna go
on our monthly shopping trips. It just sucks. All of it. - Come here. - (Bart): He's a bad man. And Allison is a good person with a kind heart. He has no right to call her a skank. No, you're wrong, Mother!
He does deserve it. No one deserves it more than he does. (tense music) (whispering): Yes, yes, yes,
yes, yes, yes. Yes, yes, yes. (ominous music) (keys jangling)
(car beeping) Wyatt...
(grunting) I despise you. I've despised you from the moment you started
liking her photos, long before you started dating her. You don't deserve her. You make me sick. You always have. (grunting) ♪♪♪ (heavy breathing) (tense music) ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ Thanks. - Looks like someone
left us a ride. - Let's check it out. Left us the keys, too. (footsteps) - Don't you remember
the darkness? How much it hurt you? Her presence... She's toxic. And the darkness you go through makes it bad for everyone. - I did not see her, Mother. It's still very early.
Go back to sleep. (humming) (chuckling) - (Allison): It's not like him
to not apologize and beg the morning after. - Please, tell me you won't
accept his apologies. - Of course not!
I told you, it's over. I just think it's weird
that he hasn't called. - Give him time to sober up. Wyatt does whatever Wyatt wants. (doorbell ringing) - That must be
the real estate agent. (sighing) Hi.
- Hi. Lance Lancaster, Merrick's Real Estate.
I may be a few minutes early... - Yes, come on in.
- Thanks. - Would you like
some tea or coffee? - Yes, please.
Coffee, if you don't mind. - I'll be right back.
- Thanks. - How well did you know my aunt? - I kind of feel
like I knew her really well. But you know small towns.
It's sort of like living in a glass house.
(Allison chuckling) This is my daughter, Abigail. - Hi. I didn't realize--
- You smell good. What is it, Ralph Lauren? - Uh... actually, yes.
You've got a good nose. - We're not sure
we wanna sell the house. - Abigail.
- What? I mean, we shouldn't
waste his time. Now that you're
practically divorced, we should take time to think
this through. I like it here. - I'm sorry.
- No, I totally understand. Look, selling or buying a house is never a decision
you should make lightly. - I feel like we made you
waste your time. - No, don't worry about it.
It happens all the time. - Really?
- No. It just seemed like a nice thing to say. All right. Well, let me know
if you change your mind. - I will. You have a good day now. - You too. I'll be
waiting for your call. - Well, he sounded
like a nice guy. - An embarrassed nice guy, thanks to you.
- Sorry. - Do you really like it here?
- I do. People don't seem
to yell as much here. You've gotta love a little peace
and quiet once in a while. - You're right. And it's not that far. Maybe I could try to book and bunch up my fittings
and shopping sessions. - Was he cute? He sounded cute.
- I don't know! - Oh! He was, wasn't he? - Stop it. I've been separated, well, if you can call
it that, for about 20 minutes. - Well, believe me, that divorce
is just a matter of time. (eerie music) - When she was young,
you would do the same. You followed her to the library, read the same books,
ate the same food, watched the same movies. What, do you like it? Having someone
dictate your life to you? Like this? - No one is dictating my life. - You are wrong. Where are you going? Oh... Are you gonna
follow her everywhere?
Traipse all over the place? - Mother, I'd like to get by. - ALL RIGHT! - Ah, here it is. Oh, my God.
It is the real estate agent, Lance Lancaster.
What are the chances? - Well, it is a small town.
You should go talk to him. - You never give up, do you? No,
I'm not gonna go talk to him! OK, we should go. Oh! Heh heh.
- Hey. I know you two. You're not
following me, are you? - I was just thinking
the same thing. - What's all this? I hope you're
not leaving town, are you? - No, we're just
going to Philadelphia to pick up a few things,
but we have to go, so... - Oh, me too.
- OK. - Mom, wasn't there something
that you wanted to ask Lance? - I was thinking, um... if you're not...
(sighing) - Would you like to take us
to Mike's Sugar Shack? - Uh... of course. Yeah. That place is awesome.
I'd love to take both of you. - Great. (ominous sound indication) - "Would you like to take us to Mike's Sugar Shack?" Really?
- Yeah. - Where do you come up
with these ideas?
- It was actually that accountant and old friend
of yours that suggested it. - You mean Bart McGregor? When? - After the funeral. Remember,
he gave me the paperwork for tomorrow morning's meeting?
- Right. - Anyway, he was just trying to
be nice, so he offered to take the two of us.
- Well, that's odd that he would ask you
and not me. - But we're not going with him.
We're going with that cute real estate agent.
- I can get anybody 'cause I'm Lance Lancaster. He's not her type at all. No. Wyatt was
a problem, Mother... And now, so is Lance Lancaster. (suspenseful music) -<i> There's three messages
for him. His boss is furious.</i> He's missed several
appointments, and he's
not returning his calls. (sighing) - This is a travel confirmation
to Bangkok. Departure March 1st. - Wyatt went to Bangkok? - And his passport's gone. - (Bart): I'm seeing
Allison tomorrow. - Really?
- Mm-hmm. - Is that, uh...
business or pleasure? - I'm an old-fashioned
gentleman, Benjamin. I don't rush into anything. - Hmm. What about that... that date you mentioned,
going up to the Sugar Shack? Is that still on? - It's not a date... but yes, it's still on. - Good. - Hey, what do you know about... Lance Lancaster? - Well, not much...
other than the fact that he's not the most
scrupulous guy I've ever met. - What do you mean?
- Well, I've seen him around and every time, he's with
a different woman, and... I use the term woman loosely. I've had to ID
several of his dates. Why do you ask? - No reason.
- You know, I heard that... he's gonna be selling
Charlotte's house. - Is that right?
- Yeah. I don't think Allison's gonna be
sticking around too much longer. - Hmm. - I just gotta use the restroom.
- Sure. - Listen very closely. I don't care
if you think I'm a monster. I know you're not hiding behind that mirror, Mother.
I know you're not really there! I know you're at home, in bed... probably judging me... ...'cause that's
what you do best. You wanna know what I do best? Manage information and solve challenging problems. (doorbell ringing) - Bart. Come on in. - Uh, yeah, sorry. (both chuckling) Make sure... - I don't know if this is right.
- Yeah, that's it. There, and then...
- OK. (chuckling)
Oh, my goodness. - That's perfect. So... What's next?
- I'll get back to you tomorrow
about your estate taxes, and your annual property
tax payments, as well as your monthly mortgage payments, and then you can decide
what you wanna do from there? - Sounds great. (doorbell ringing)
Oh. - Ahem. - Hello.
- Hi! Oh... You didn't have to do this.
They're wonderful, though. Thank you.
- Well, I'm glad you like them. Hi.
- Hi. - So, I'm... taking these guys
to Mike's Sugar Shack. - Really? Uh... oh... when? - Right about now. - Nice.
- Well, uh... thank you for your time, Bart. We'll see you soon? OK. Bye. OK.
(both chuckling) He's our accountant.
- Yeah, I know. Glass houses, remember? You look beautiful, by the way. - Thank you.
- And so do you, Abigail. (tense music) ♪♪♪ - I can't let him
get away with this. It's not right for Allison. It's not right
for Abigail either. - (Lance): Nice.
- (Allison): It is. - (Lance): All right... - OK, honey, it's right here.
Just roll it back and forth. (ominous music) (indistinct speaking) - (Lance): Well, one thing's
for sure: they make much
better coffee here. - I have to agree. Mike should
stick to syrup pancakes. - Wow. Lance didn't
waste any time, did he? - As usual.
- (Allison): Thank you. - You think I got a shot at her?
- The mother? She's too old for you, man.
- Shut up. The blind girl. - Well, given that she
really relies on voices
and sounds, I'd say she's more into guys that don't
have a speech impediment. - Shut up. (tense music) (gusting wind) ♪♪♪ (pop music playing) - Sorry.
- You're Abigail Jones. - Do I know you?
- No, I just, um... - Figured it out?
Not too many teenagers walking around town
with a cane, right? - Right. I'm sorry
about your aunt. - Great aunt. Thanks. - Listen, if you're still
in town and you're up for it, some of us are hanging at
Pete's Pizza Place pretty much every Friday and Saturday night. - So, that's what you guys do
around here on the weekend. Go to the pizza place
and drink root beer? - That's right.
Admit it, you're envious. I'm Shane, by the way.
Shane Sullivan. Also known around town
as the bartender's son. - OK. I'll try to remember that. (frightening sound indication) (tense music) ♪♪♪ - Lance, Lance, Lance... You should know better than to
leave your social media account open on your desktop. ♪♪♪ You've gotta be kidding me.
She just turned 20. How twisted can you be? Wow... Lots of photos
on your hard drive. How about Lance and the 20-year-old... all uploaded by mistake. And made public, too. ♪♪♪ - That was fun! So... What did you think of him? - I don't know. - What's with the sudden
change of heart? - I overheard something
at the diner. - Really? - Something about Lance not wasting time, as usual, to invite a recently-single
woman over. - First of all,
I'm not officially single, and second, we kind of forced
him to invited us, remember? (sighing)
- Right. - Can you believe he's in Thailand right now?
- What an ass. (beeping) - Abigail...
- What? - It's Lance... - Well, it must have been Molly!
Look, the girl is in love with me, OK? She kept wanting us to get together.
I told her she was too young, it wouldn't work out, but...
No, I didn't sleep with her! What are you talking about?
We just... fooled around. Whatever! Nothing happened. Look, I don't know!
But she tagged as many people as she could, so she must have
had my password or something. - (Allison): She's like,
two years older than you. - He's a jerk. And so was Wyatt. - But it's got me
wondering if he came because of you or because of me. - Mom... please.
Let's not spend another second talking about such a creep. - You're right.
(cell phone buzzing) - Who is it?
- My best client. - Patricia Taylor? - She wants a new classy outfit
or her and her husband for an upcoming charity event. She
wants to go shopping tomorrow. Hey... you feel like
taking a day trip to Philly tomorrow afternoon? - Sure. I mean, if I can
get some new clothes too. (chuckling)
- Deal. (phone ringing) Hello?
- [Hi. It's Bart MacGregor.] - [Oh, Bart. Hi, how are you?]
- Great. Listen, um... I worked my magic and made sure
you wouldn't be required [to pay capital gains tax
on the difference] between what you would net
from a possible sale. Do you think I could
maybe come over tomorrow afternoon and go over
the details with you? - Tomorrow's no good.
Abigail and I [are going into Philadelphia
to do a bit of shopping.] - Oh, OK. How about tonight? - Yeah. OK, sure.
- Sounds wonderful. I'll see you later.
- [OK.] - Given what time it is, she'll probably
invite you over to dinner. Now, do not dares mistake this for a date.
Do not be so naïve. - Can't you just
be happy for me?
- It is not a date, Bart! It's far from it! - I know. (gusting wind) Well, here's how creative
your mother is. Do you remember, in the third grade, Mrs. Dawson gave us a science test, and one of the questions was, "please list
the three states of matter." - Yes. Unfortunately, I do remember. And I'm gonna
get some more wine. - Instead of solids,
liquids and gases, your mother answered, "New York, Pennsylvania,
and Ohio." The three states that matter. (laughing)
- (Allison): Ha ha. - Oh. Uh... I got you a present. - A present? What for? - Just a little something to underline an old...
rekindled friendship. - What is it? - Well, open it up. The Beatles! I know
how much you love them. - The Beatles.
- Well, not the actual Beatles, because that would
be impossible. But, it's a tribute band.
Apparently, they're amazing. I got us three tickets.
- "Us"? - Yeah. For Abigail,
you and me. Next weekend. Well, are you... You're not happy? Uh... I know how much
you keep talking about them and liking them
all over social media, so... - How would you know that?
I... I never-- - You don't wanna go. - Don't get me wrong.
I love the gesture. But I can't accept this. - Um... I don't understand. Why not? - Well, you probably
already know that I'm going through
a tough time right now. And I just wanna be there for Abigail. I wanna focus
on this house and my work. - Uh... I thought
you would be happy. - Well, I am happy, but... Bart... This was
a very nice thing to do. But like I said,
I can't accept this. I hate to do this,
but it's getting late and I'd really like
to go to bed early tonight. - Yeah. No, I understand. Yeah. You don't wanna go out with me.
You never have, and you never will. Am I right? Or am I wrong? - You're right. But don't take this
the wrong way, Bart. I'm actually considering
not dating for a long, long while. OK?
So you're not the only one. Here. (tense music) - Ahem. I have
to get going anyway. You have a good night. - Well, I hope you understand. - I do. -<i> Don't kid yourself, Bart.</i> You knew this was gonna happen. Well, actually,
it's a good thing. - How is it a good thing? - Had she fallen for you, you would have
made her life a living hell, which is exactly
what you've done to me. - Mother, please don't
say another word. - You're a sick man, Bart.
- Mother... - I know what's going through
your mind right now. You need to stay away from her. - I said stop it! I didn't want it
to come to this, Mother, but I knew it might! - Bart, what are you doing? - Did you know that an overdose
of potassium chloride almost automatically causes
severe heart arrhythmias and mimics a heart attack? Most good medical examiners will detect abnormal
injection marks, though. - Bart, you don't know
what you're doing. - Except when it comes
to a patient with a spinal cord injury
who shows a drastic loss of body potassium. - They're going to know that you were behind this. - No, they won't. You have injection marks
all over your arms. You're the perfect
candidate, Mother. In a matter
of a few short minutes, your heart will spasm out of control and go into
sudden cardiac arrest. - No, Bart, please.
- And then... I will call 9-1-1 and cry my heart out. And I won't have to fake it. I will be really sad. - No... Bart.
No, no. Please. Please. No, Bart. Think! No, no.
Think about what you're
doing, Bart! No! No! NO, PLEASE! NO! YOU CAN'T DO THIS! NO, BART! NO!
I don't want to die. Please stop, Bart! No! You've got...
you've got to stop! No! Stop! Please, please, please!
No! No! STOP! STOP, BART! No... No, no... (crying) (heavy breathing) (soft music) (groaning) (heavy breathing) (crying) (fast-paced music) ♪♪♪ (tense music) (camera clicking) (camera clicking) - They even smell bad. (camera clicking) (door creaking) ♪♪♪ (keys jangling) (gusting wind) (eerie music) (dramatic sound indication) (birds chirping) (indistinct speaking) Thank you. (crow cawing) (rising music) (eerie music) ♪♪♪ Let's do this together. (suspenseful music) (birds chirping) - Hey, Bart. - Ben. What are you doing here? - Are you gonna invite me in,
or should we just talk in your doorway here?
- I'm sorry. I... I'm not really feeling well
right now. - Oh. I'm sorry to hear that. Listen, I... I know things
have been rough for you since your mother passed,
and... I just thought I'd stop by and see if there was
anything I could do to help. - No. Thanks. - You sure? - Yeah. - OK, then. - Bye. (door locking) (car engine starting) - Kissing a boy. - You're in your 40s, Mom.
That would be weird. - Wow. No.
I meant you, smarty pants. I thought you said you did
already kiss a boy. - Well, I mean, I did kiss
Simon Sawyer that one time when you drove me to his mom's
house, but... it was awful! We were both so nervous and... he put his tongue out,
and I wasn't expecting it, and... it was just... bad. (laughing) - I'm sorry. (both chuckling) (eerie music) ♪♪♪ (exhaling heavily) (suspenseful music) - Mom?
- Yes? - I think there's
someone in the house. - It's OK, honey.
Go back to bed. ♪♪♪ (door locking) - Mom, call the cops! (gasping) (Bart grunting)
(muffled exclamations) (object clattering) (rapid breathing) (suspenseful music) It's you again! I can smell your aftershave.
What do you want from us?! - I'm not gonna hurt you.
- What did you do to my mother?! WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY MOTHER?! - She's asleep.
I won't hurt her either. - LEAVE NOW! LEAVE! LEAVE NOW! LEAVE!
(ragged breathing) LEAVE! LEAVE! (muffled exclamations) (Bart grunting)
(muffled screaming) - It's OK.
(muffled exclamations) OK. OK. OK. OK. OK.
(heavy breathing) (foreboding music) (muffled grunting) ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ (crow cawing) - (Ben):<i> Wait, so they saw him
pulling the trailer?</i> - Yeah, like he was moving. - Well, this isn't good. - Did he tell anyone
he was leaving? - Not that I know of. He came into the bar to see me,
but he didn't mention anything. - Do you think
we should call the cops? - It's not illegal. I just... I got this feeling
something was up, though. (crow cawing)
- (Bart): Here. Here. Look. I understand how you feel right now, but... you will get to know me. And you will both
love me eventually. Allison, you're the love
of my life. You're both
gonna be so happy here! I... I refused
to sell this place years ago because I knew it would be
the perfect spot for us. The river,
the sheep which I just bought, just for you, the chickens. (chuckling) Quiet country life. I'm gonna lose
the handcuffs now. But please, don't... don't do anything stupid. OK? It would be
pointless anyway. - What... What is all this? - This is all for you. All your favourite
brands of food, your favourite authors, favourite movies, favourite everything. I even got your favourite
brands of clothing. - How? - People don't pay attention. I do. Because I care. (birds chirping) - So, what are you saying?
We're here on a hunch? - Bart always had
a crush on Allison. Some people would say
it was more of an obsession. The same people that think Bart
threw his own mother down the stairs
when she refused to let him invite Allison over one day. She swore it was an accident. I, for one,
tended to believe her, but now, I don't know anymore. - Wow. - Car's still in there.
- Then they're probably home. - Do you think it's possible
they just willingly left with Bart for more than a day
on a road trip of some kind? - Yeah. I guess anything's possible. (sighing)
I'm not liking this. - Abigail, I know you're blind,
but please don't... don't drop food like that
on your lap. I'm... I'm very keen on keeping
everything clean. We're gonna have
to help each other out. - Are you freaking kidding me? - Language, Abigail. We're gonna have
to set some rules. Hmm? Some very important rules. - Really? Well, how's this
for a rule? - God!
- Abigail! - No! - Abigail, get up. Get up. Keep hold of me. Come on. Step. Step down. Step down. OK.
(door closing) (sighing)
Careful, careful. Careful. Careful, baby. OK. OK. (sighing) OK, baby. Turn right.
Turn right. Turn right. OK, so get in. (car door closing) Oh, no, no, no. - What? What?
- It's not starting. (exhaling heavily) It's not starting.
It's not starting. Honey, I'm dialling 9-1-1. OK? Here. Oh, come on! What is it? There's no battery.
- What? Oh, no... I left the keys and the phone
there on purpose, Allison. I wanted you to see me
put them away so that you would understand there's
nowhere to go. Please, just... come on back in the house. (crying) (tense music) Um... I found some mud in the bathroom. I appreciate that you changed into some clean clothes... ...but please go
clean up your mess. (tense music) (rapid spraying) (metallic jangling) (inaudible speaking) - What are you doing?
- Remember this smell. - (Bart): Everything about
this place is perfect. I've kept it for years, and I
never told anyone about it, knowing no one would ever
find us here. It's not even on the map. I thought for sure bringing you here
would right away ease my obsession. But now that you are here, I... I want more. I'm not gonna hurt you. But I am consumed
with making you love me. - Bart... you still have
some food on your shirt. (water running) ♪♪♪ - Who's up for a little<i>
Three Stooges?</i> (indistinct whispering) You wanna know
what angers me the most? Not what people say about me. It's what they whisper. - What's with the cooler, urn and picnic stuff
on the kitchen table? - We're going on a little road trip
tomorrow morning. All four of us. There's something I've been... dying to show you. I really
think you're gonna love it. - "All four of us?" - It's a joke. I may bring Mother along and scatter her ashes out there. - Do you think I could
go outside and get some air? I need to stretch my legs. Take a walk. You can come too, of course. - OK, sure. (door closing) (coughing) (fast-paced music) ♪♪♪ (metallic jangling) Stop. What are you doing?
- What do you mean? - Let's head back inside. - Well, can't we just go-- - No. Hurry up. (door opening) (door closing) - (Ben):<i> So, one night Bart's in
here, and he starts telling me</i> this story. His mother, Cecilia, she's got this friend
who owned a ranch in Darby. Turns out that Bart ends up buying this ranch for a bargain.
Then he's back in here a few days later.
I'm asking him all about it. He says he didn't know
what I was talking about. I always found that kind of odd. - OK. Interesting lead. What do you wanna do? - Well, I have a friend at
County Records. I'm gonna call him up in the morning; see if I
can find out about this ranch. - We should sleep. We have a...
big day tomorrow. Please take a hot shower and brush your teeth. (suspenseful music) ♪♪♪ - (whispering): Oh! Oh, God! Oh, my God!
- You're wasting your time. They're not the same calibre. It was a test. And you failed. Again. I put a lot of thought
into all of this. The car battery, the cell phone,
the landline. How stupid do you think I am? (tense music) Here it is! A feast for your eyes
and a feast for your ears. Listen to that!
Isn't that powerful? It's one of nature's
best concerts. Come on. Come on.
(chuckling) (distant plane engine) (phone ringing) - Ben Sullivan. Yes. Tomorrow morning?
OK, great. Can you have him phone me as soon as
he gets in? It's very important. - Yeah. - Today was nice. The rapids. I loved it. - I knew you would. - I was thinking we could
go again tomorrow? - Seriously? (Bart chuckling) Are you kidding me?
Of course we can go back. All three of us.
- Actually... I wouldn't mind
going just you and me. - Really? Abigail, are you OK with that? - Sure. - Well, this is fantastic. Yeah. - What's the emergency? I was
right in the middle
of biology class. - You're coming with me.
- You got an address for
the ranch in Darby? - I sure did. Come on. Come on! (fast-paced music) - You're not handcuffing my
daughter to the fireplace. - It's OK, Mom.
- We'll just be gone for a few hours. She'll be fine. I don't think you realize I would kill for you. As a matter of fact,
I have killed for you. - What do you mean?
- Wyatt. He was a bad man. - Wyatt's in Thailand. - You wanna know something else? I killed Mother too... ...because she said mean things about you. She never liked you. (groaning) <i> I know
why you wanted to come here.</i> You want her to escape. It's OK. In some ways,
I want her to leave too. I don't know what your plan is. But yes, we're better off
if it's just the two of us. (fast-paced music) (grunting) (grunting) (grunting) - Oh, my God. (exhaling heavily) Oh, God... (chickens clucking) (distant vehicle driving past) (sniffling) - At last. 10 years of my life, I've spent
over 30 hours a week studying your social
media pages... looking you up... analyzing every aspect
of your life... ...and sometimes... ...I can get extremely jealous. - We're almost there.
- All right. (birds chirping)<i>
I think we should just leave.</i> - Right now. We could drive down
to Mexico and make it across the border
by the end of the week. - You want me
to abandon my daughter? - Would you rather have her come with us? Or let her live her own life,
without being... How can I put this? Under my constant supervision. (heavy breathing) (fast-paced music) - What the... - It's her, Dad. It's Abigail Jones. -<i> You know,
the more I think about it,</i> the more I think
it's a good idea. I feel her resentment. I don't think
she'll ever accept me. She'll certainly never like me. - (Ben): How far away from here
are these rapids? - About an hour, I guess. - 50 miles radius,
there's actually a few. - And there was a plane.
It was flying pretty low. (crow cawing) - Can I touch you? Ju... Just your hand. (crow cawing) (eerie music) (Bart exhaling heavily) - OK. The closest
local airport would be Smith Stewart Field,
and there's rapids nearby, just minutes away. Stony Creek.
40 miles away from here. - <i> You know, my mother once sai,</i> "Sometimes, if it's
too good to be true... ...it's just
too good to be true." - I don't think I understand
what you're getting at. - I don't trust you. It's all too easy: you agreeing to come
to Mexico with me, abandoning Abigail. - I won't lie. This is not what I truly want, but it is better
than the alternative. - What do you truly want? - I want you
to turn yourself in, Bart. And I want this nightmare to be over. (Bart breathing heavily) - You consider all of this a nightmare? - Of course. (Allison gasping) Oh... - No, we think they're near
Smith Stewart Field Airport. - [The kidnapped?]
- The Stony Creek Rapids. - [Stony Creek.]
- Yes. - [And the daughter?]
- Yes, her daughter's with us. - [Can I speak to her?]
- Hold on.
- Hello? - Kiss me. I wanna make this work. And I'll do whatever it takes. Now, kiss me. Come on. (birds chirping) (groaning) (dramatic music) ♪♪♪ (heavy breathing) - ALLISON! ALLISON! - That's it there.
That's Bart's SUV right there. - ALLISON! (heavy breathing) - Listen. You stay here with
Abigail 'til the police arrive, all right?
- No! Shane can stay and wait for the cops. I'm coming
with you. Don't worry about me. I won't slow you down.
- If you think I'm gonna leave you here, you're out of your
mind. I can do this all day. Sooner or later,
you've gotta come out. This didn't have
to be like this, Allison. (heavy breathing) ALLISON! (suspenseful music) Allison... Allison...
- BART! The police are on their way! Where's Allison? - Mom?
- Oh, my God! Honey! - She's coming. She's coming. (gunshot) Bart! I'm begging you.
Please, stop this. Bart, look at me. Bart. I know you. I know you're not gonna
do anything wrong. I know that. And neither am I. OK? So, we're both
gonna put our guns down. All right? I'll even put mine down first. I'm putting my gun down. (tense music) - You know what? That's not how this ends. I would rather kill you
than not get to spend my life with you.
- NO, NO, NO! BART! BART, STOP! PLEASE! Please, stop.
- This has nothing to do with you. Leave now, or I'll shoot you!
- I'm not going anywhere, Bart. (groaning)
- Bart! Stop it! - What are you doing? WHY DON'T YOU LOVE ME?! Allison. Allison, come on. Come. - I'm never going
anywhere with you! NEVER! (gunshot) (Bart groaning) (uneven breathing) Thank you so much
for finding us. - I did nothing. It was all Abigail. She couldn't have painted me
a better picture of where you were. - Honey... You're amazing. I love you so much, honey. (ragged breathing) (birds chirping) (indistinct speaking) - Hey. Did you really
tell the guys you were coming with me to
Pete's Pizza Place tonight? - Pizza and root beer
on a Friday night? How could I possibly miss out
on such a nice evening? - Great. So, um, does that mean
I'm like, almost your boyfriend? - Not really. It just means
that you were right. - About what?
- I do prefer guys that don't have a speech impediment.
- You mean you heard that? When I was talking to Bobby? So, um, do you
wanna go grab a bite? - Sure. - So, you really did
hear us talk at the diner? - Yeah.
- Wait. Did you hear me
saying you were cute? - Maybe.
- Oh, my God... I really... I really did mean it, though. Closed Captioning by SETTE inc ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪
