A Daughter's Revenge (2018) - full transcript
Elle Spencer has devised a terrifying plan. Soon her friend, Anna Bellcroft will be released from jail, where she served time for a DUI. Anna has nothing. No family, no money, no job...BUT Elle is there for her. What Elle does not...
(fast-paced electronic music)
(woman harmonizing)
(shuffling feet)
(woman harmonizing)
- ?? I never felt a love before
like this ?
- It feels so good
to finally be 21.
- You know I love
a reason to party.
- One drink for me tonight.
You know
I've got that big project
I need to finish tomorrow.
- No! We never got to celebrate
your birthday last week.
You can have a couple tonight.
- Christina!
Are you forgetting
who drove us here?
- Fine!
(sighing)
- ? Inhale ecstasy ??
- Anna? Anna!
- Elle? Oh, my God!
It's been forever!
Do you still remember?
- Of course!
(giggling)
How long has it been
since we've seen each other?
Like, ninth grade?
- Yes! Right before you moved.
This is Christina.
Christina, Elle Spencer.
- Nice to meet you.
- You too! You look amazing.
- Thanks! I almost
didn't recognize you.
You're so sophisticated now!
What's been going on?
- Well, I'm just about
to graduate from Wentworth,
business major,
and I'm living with my mom
and stepdad. What about you?
- I'm at Valley, studying music.
- Oh, you always were
so talented. How's your mom?
- Uh, she actually passed away
right before I started
freshman year.
- I'm so sorry.
- No! It's OK.
Let's have fun tonight.
Like old times.
- Yeah! It's Anna's birthday.
- That's right!
- It was last week.
- 21!
- Well, drinks are on me.
- OK!
- (together): Happy birthday!
- Woo!
- Woo!
???
- Selfie?
(camera clicking)
OK.
(phone ringing)
OK.
- Mom?
- [Elle, where are you?]
- Mom, what's wrong?
- [Elle, I'm freaking out.]
- OK. Calm down.
- [I just really need you
right now.]
[Can you come home?]
- OK. OK, yeah.
I'll be right there.
- [I love you.]
- I love you too.
- Everything all right?
- My mom needs me at home.
- This late?
- Yeah, it's... it's fine.
I'm gonna head out, but it was
really nice catching up.
- Well, I hope everything's OK.
- Oh, don't worry.
It is. It was really nice
to meet you, Christina.
- Yeah, you too.
- Let's stay in touch.
- For sure.
- Hmm.
- So, what was that about?
- I'm not sure. She's always
been incredibly tight
with her mom, though.
(yawning)
- I'm feeling tired.
We should go too.
- Mm-hmm. Yeah.
Whoa, wait. Are you OK to drive?
- Yeah, I'm fine.
I'm just tired.
- OK. OK.
(ominous music)
- Baby, I'm glad you're home.
- Mom, it's late.
What's going on?
- David called and said that he
has to stay an extra night
in Chicago. Some unexpected
meeting came up.
- Well, he is a workaholic.
- No. Something's wrong.
I think he's cheating.
- Why would you think that?
- Because he said he was having
dinner with this woman in sales,
Tamara something.
- So it is a work thing.
- I know when a man
is being unfaithful, Elle.
I learned that from your father.
- What's wrong, Mommy?
- Your father left us.
He's gone.
- Forever?
- Yeah.
- Why?
- He has a new family now.
From here on in,
it's just you and me.
And Mr. Monkey.
And we are never
gonna leave you.
- OK.
- It's just us against
the world, right?
- Always.
I love you, Mommy.
- I love you, baby.
- I believe you...
but you know he's gonna
say it's not true.
- Let's call him.
Catch him in the act.
(phone ringing)
(sighing)
- Hey, Michelle.
- Just calling to say goodnight.
- You OK? It's late.
- [Everything's fine.]
I'm with Elle.
David?
- Oh. Sorry, honey.
I'm just trying to get this
last-minute presentation done.
[Tell her I say goodnight,]
[and, um...]
I'll see
you ladies tomorrow, OK?
- All right.
- All right. Goodnight.
- He's totally distracted.
He is with that woman.
I am sure of it.
- Shame on him.
- It's us against
the world, right?
- Always.
I love you.
(tense electronic music)
- So, were you and Elle
close as kids?
- We were...
but then her mom
married some rich guy.
She moved away
and went to private school.
- Hey, are you sure
you're OK to drive?
- Yeah. I stopped drinking
a while ago.
- OK.
Look at us. We're really hot.
(honking)
ANNA! ANNA, BE CAREFUL!
(tires screeching)
(crashing)
(soft music)
(audible breathing)
- Oh, my God. Christina?
Christina?
Christina!
Christina...
- Hi, Anna. I'm Dr. Smith.
How are you feeling?
- I'm OK, I guess.
- Your friend just came out of
surgery. She's in recovery now.
- Oh, God.
Is she going to be OK?
- Well, she... she had
some internal bleeding
and both her legs are broken,
so it's gonna be a long road.
- Can I talk to her?
- You need to take it easy.
You have two cracked ribs.
Can I call your mom or dad?
- Both my parents are deceased.
- I'm sorry.
Can I call a brother or sister?
A relative?
- I'm on my own.
- There's something else.
There's a police officer
here to see you.
- A police officer?
- Your blood alcohol
was .10. The legal limit is .08.
- Ms. Bellcroft?
I'm Officer Fontaine.
I'm placing you under arrest for
felony DUI with bodily injury.
You have the right
to remain silent.
- Just admit it, David.
- I am not sleeping with her!
- Ha ha. Yeah.
- Where is this coming from?
Tamara is one of our top
sales associates. That's it.
- So she needed to come
on a trip with you.
And you had to stay
an extra night.
- Michelle, please!
Where is this coming from?
Oh, come on, honey.
Look, I know.
I know I've been busy.
I promise you, once we get
the office in Chicago opened,
I'll have more time for us.
- Yeah, right.
- Hey.
(ominous music)
Have you been taking
those pills again?
- How dare you?!
You have been out
doing God knows what
and you accuse me?
- I'm sorry,
but I hate seeing you like this.
- Really?
Well, you did this to me!
And Elle!
You!
(soft music)
???
(rising music)
(gunshot)
((soft music)
- No...
No... Mom...
No...
Please, don't leave me! Mom!
- (Anna): Thank you for coming
so last minute, Mr. Meyers.
- Last minute's what I do.
- My friend from college,
the one who gave me
your name... she said
that you worked with her on
the cost when she got her DUI.
- I'm sure we can figure out
something that we're
both agreeable to.
- She said
you got her probation.
Do you think
you can do that for me?
(sighing)
- That's gonna be tricky.
Your charge includes
bodily injury. Hers didn't.
But it is a first offence,
and the passenger survived.
I can probably work out a plea,
maybe... six months.
The ADA owes me
a favour.
- "Plea"? Like, plead guilty?
- Well, it's that or go
to trial. It's a good deal
if we can get it.
The prisons are so overcrowded,
you'll be out in three months
with good behaviour.
(soft music)
(indistinct speaking)
(crow cawing)
- David? It was
a lovely service.
- Oh, thank you, Cammy,
for all your help through this.
- Of course. Anything you need.
- I'm so sorry.
- Thank you, Margy.
(thunder rumbling)
(ominous music)
- (woman): Come on!
- (woman): Knock it off!
- Got a name, new girl?
- It's Anna.
- Sugar.
What'd a pretty girl like you
do to land herself in here?
That's OK.
I'll know all your secrets
soon enough.
- Uh, drunk driving.
- Must've been bad.
- A friend got hurt.
- Ouch. Hey.
Wanna know what I did?
- OK.
- Wrote a few bad cheques.
Got in over my head.
I owned a salon.
Sugar's. Pretty catchy, right?
My sister-in-law is taking care
of it while I'm gone.
We're in Bridgeport.
- I used to live near there.
- No kidding?
Well... us east-siders
gotta stick together then.
(soft music)
- Do you ever think
about what dad's doing?
Where he might be now?
My real dad.
- Honestly? I don't.
We're better off without him.
- Sometimes, I wonder
if he misses me.
- He'd be a fool not to.
That's his problem.
Have I told you lately that I am
the luckiest mom in the world?
Hmm?
- All the time.
(distant buzzing)
(distant clanking)
- Almost lights out.
- I know. I'm done.
(bedframe squeaking)
(distant buzzing)
(distant clanking)
- What is that?
- Somebody sent you
a letter.
I'm going to work.
Call me if you need anything.
(soft music)
- I hate you!
- He deserved that.
- Mom?
How could you
just leave me like that?
- I couldn't take one more day
of David hurting me.
- But now, I'm here with him.
- So, don't stay.
- I already put in an
application for my own place.
Trust me,
I can't wait to be gone.
- Good.
We'll get our revenge,
one way or the other.
- What are you talking about?
- Maybe it's time that we
shared our pain with David.
But first things first. I think
you should go back to work.
- Why?
- Keep your friends close
and your enemies closer.
Us against the world.
You remember?
- Anna?
How did you hear about my mom?
(beeping)
(beeping)
Out so soon?
Perfect timing.
You may just be
what I need, Anna.
(tense music)
(clanking and dragging)
(woman shouting indistinctly)
- (woman): Come on,
I'm trying to sleep!
(door creaking)
(indistinct speaking)
- Good morning, Cammy.
- Elle. Hi. I thought--
- I'm here to work.
- That's wonderful.
I'm surprised to see you.
- Well, I figured it would help
take my mind off things.
Is my dad busy?
- He's just finishing a call.
Go on in.
(knocking)
- Hey. What are you doing here?
You look amazing.
- I'm here to start
that job in sales...
if you'll still have me.
- What, are you kidding me?
Of course!
That's... that's terrific.
You're gonna be
our secret weapon.
But are you, um...
Are you sure
you're ready for this?
- Yeah. I'm ready
as I'll ever be.
And I found a townhouse to rent.
- You're... you're moving out?
- Yeah, I...
I figured it was time
for a fresh start all around.
If that's OK?
- No, I mean, I...
I'm gonna miss you,
but... I totally get it.
You know... independence.
- I thought they were
gonna destroy that.
- They were,
but I called
and told them not to.
- Why do you want it?
- Not here, Mom.
- You're up to something.
I can see it in your eyes.
Revenge.
Sign it.
(ominous music)
???
???
- Are you ready
for a visitor, Anna?
You're gonna help me
in ways you never imagined.
We should be roommates, Anna.
Like I said, I could
really use a friend right now.
- Thanks so much
for your letter.
I didn't think
you'd actually come here.
- A friend?
- Uh, Sugar. My cellie.
My cell mate.
- I'm really glad
you have someone in here.
- Yeah.
- But I was thinking
you're gonna need
a friend on the outside.
- Well, I was hoping we could
stay close.
- Oh, of course we will!
How would you feel
if I helped you out a little?
- In what way?
- Well, it's been really hard
with my mom gone.
I thought maybe we could
be roommates.
- Oh. Oh, that's really sweet,
but there's...
there's no way
I could afford the rent.
- Oh, I don't want your money.
It would just be really nice
to have someone around.
I have a spare room
in my townhouse, and I could
get you something
in my stepdad's company.
- A job?
- Yeah.
- I don't know what to say.
- Well, say yes.
- OK.
Yes.
(tense music)
- I've never bn more excited
to see somebody in my life.
- I have good news.
I got you a job
at Daddy's company.
- You're amazing.
- Are you read s
ur le?
- What are we waiting for?
- What's on the agenda today?
- I have to meet
with my new parole officer.
- Wow. They don't
waste any time.
- Well, someone's gotta
make sure I'm not
armed and dangerous.
- Oh.
- Do you mind if I
wash up? I'll never take
a private shower
for granted again.
- Of course. Come see your room.
- Ooh!
This is so cool.
- What?
- This website,
Social Soundoff.
- Oh. Yeah, it's
beco ry pular. You can
send in your music and a real
professional will critique it.
They could be
a potential client.
- No way. That's so awesome.
Hey!
- You'll be on this all night.
Time for your beauty sleep.
Tomorrow, I am taking you
to the salon and shopping.
- Are you ready to finally
be good-looking?
- Um...
- The new you.
You look gorgeous.
- You think so?
- Yes.
We just have
one more thing to fix.
- There's nothing left to pluck.
- I'm talking about your name.
I told my dad about your past,
but one quick search
from someone at work,
and it'll get around that you
went to prison.
- I never even thought of that.
- Maybe you could use
your middle name?
That way, you wouldn't
have to change any IDs.
What is it?
- Georgia.
Where my mom was born.
- Georgia Bellcroft
it is.
- Morning, Elle.
- Hi, Cammy.
This is Georgia Bellcroft.
- Nice to meet you.
- You too.
- Yes, but hopefully
about to be promoted.
- Good luck.
- Cammy and her mom
are practically family. Margy's
been our housekeeper forever.
- Did you two
go to college together?
- No, I... I went to Valley.
- That's where I got
my business degree.
When did you graduate?
- Uh...
- Don't wanna keep
the boss waiting.
Dad?
(knocking)
This is Georgia.
- Well, you must be
the friend my daughter's
been chewing my ear off about.
Welcome to Orbitscope.
- I can't thank you enough
for this opportunity.
It's my pleasure.
Here. Please, have a seat.
So...
Elle speaks very highly of you.
- Oh. I owe her a lot.
- I trust she's told you
what we do here?
- Yes, web-based
target marketing. It's such
a hot business right now.
- Yeah, it's been good to us.
(clicking)
(typing)
(beeping)
- That's weird.
- (David): OK, here's the plan.
We're gonna start you out
as an assistant in sales.
You'll get a good sense
of the department, and you'll
get to work with all the team
members, including Elle.
- Sounds great.
- I...
I believe in second chances.
But more importantly,
I trust my daughter's opinion.
How soon can you start?
- Hi.
- Hi.
- I'm Charlie Cook. I'm here
to set up your computer.
- Oh, yes. They said someone
would be coming by. I'm Georgia.
- Nice to meet you, Georgia.
- Nice to meet you too.
- Do you mind?
- Oh! Yeah!
- Yeah.
- Go ahead.
- All right.
OK. Ahem.
- So, how long
have you worked here?
- Hmm. A while.
- A man of many words.
- I'm sorry.
I'm such a bad multitasker.
- It's OK.
I've been here about a year.
- Nice.
Well, um, sorry. I will
let you get back to work.
- Thank you.
You know, if you ever wanna
get a coffee sometime, I can
give you a real download
on this place.
- That would be great.
- Great.
(soft music)
- I think I'm
gonna like it here.
- Hey.
- Hey.
So, it seems like you've
been having a lot
of computer problems lately.
- Uh, what does that mean?
- Charlie's been
spending a lot of time
hanging around your desk.
Do you like him?
- No. I don't know.
He's kind of cute.
- You don't wanna date someone
you work with.
- Why not?
- Well, if you want
to be taken seriously,
just... just trust me.
Hey, I had a thought.
There's a cocktail party tonight
with some of our new clients.
Why don't you come with me?
- Oh, it's really last minute.
- Live a little.
It's in New York at one
of my favourite restaurants.
You'll love it.
- (David): Everybody, if I can
get your attention for a minut?
First of all,
thank you for coming, and I hope
you're having a great time.
- This is so much fun!
I'm happy we came.
- I would like
to welcome the beautiful,
the talented,
the amazing fashion designer
Melissa Hunter
to Orbitscope.
Melissa also happens to be
a close family friend.
(applause)
(jazz music playing)
- Well, I'm the old guy
and I'm going home.
You two don't stay out too late.
- Actually, Dad, I just got a
call from the Click-or-Share CEO
and he wants to meet
first thing in the morning.
I should probably
stay in town tonight.
- OK.
- How am I gonna get home?
- Do you mind
giving Georgia a ride?
- Sure. I mean, if you're
ready to go now.
- Oh, yeah. Definitely.
- Great. I'll see you two later.
(ominous music)
(clicking)
Have a nice long ride, you two.
- You're an impressive
young woman, Georgia.
My phone is dead.
Think I could borrow yours?
- Oh, I...
I don't have one. I was thinking
I'd maybe buy one
this week sometime.
- Oh. Well, you know what?
That's fine.
Let's be old-fashioned
and talk to each other
on the ride home.
- OK.
- Instead of being buried
in our devices. So...
What do you see yourself
doing next?
(soft music)
(ominous music)
- Don't you two
make a handsome couple?
(door creaking)
(door closing)
- Well, you're back early.
Why do you look so happy?
- Just looking at photos
from last night.
It was a great party, right?
- Oh, the best! How did things
go with that CEO
you were supposed to meet?
- I think I need one more
meeting to work my magic.
How was your ride home
last night?
- Your stepdad's really great.
You're lucky to have him.
- This is for you.
- Oh, I can't accept that.
- It's only a computer.
It's no biggie.
I just need IT
to install your email
and office programs,
and then it's all yours.
- Elle!
- Oh! Oh, you're all sweaty.
What was that for?
- Everything.
- I'm gonna leave soon.
Do you need a ride to work?
- Give me 20 minutes?
- Yeah.
She is so in love with David.
ing)
- Morning, Mr. Spencer.
You wanted to see me?
- I did.
I have something for you.
- Oh.
- Can't work here without one.
- But I'm just an assistant.
I was going to buy one.
- I got Cammy to pick it up
this morning.
It's my pleasure.
- Thank you.
The generosity,
between you and Elle... I...
- Don't. Don't worry about it.
Now, get back to work!
- Hey.
- Hello.
- You got a new phone.
- I did. It's a work phone.
- Yeah, they... they asked me
to set it up for you.
- Really?
You wouldn't mind that?
- It's kind of what I do.
- Well, thank you.
- No worries.
I'll have this back to you
in a flash.
- Sounds good.
- Cool.
- Charlie?
- Yeah?
- You wouldn't want to...
grab that coffee
with me sometime this week,
would you?
- Yeah, I... yeah.
I like coffee.
Um... that sounds great.
I'll get this done for you,
and I'll see you in a bit.
- Thank you.
(beeping)
???
- "Mom's birthday dinner."
(sighing)
You would always say,
"Another birthday,
another wrinkle."
- Elle?
Are you OK?
- Yes. Perfect. Thanks.
- You don't seem OK.
- Is there something
I can help you with?
- I need the Hunter contracts.
- You know, I must've
left them in the car.
I stayed in New York
after the party last night.
- How come?
- I had a meeting
with a potential client.
Daddy ended up
giving Georgia a ride home.
- She was there?
- Mm-hmm. Yeah, I can tell
he really sees potential in her.
- You two are inseparable.
- She's really
been there for me.
Would you mind
running out to my car?
I just have a conference call
that's about to start.
- Sure.
- Pull yourself together.
(door opening)
- "Midport Prison"?
(clicking)
(tense music)
"3-7-8
5-7-4."
"Anna."
Georgia?
"Felony DUI with bodily injury."
What?!
- Your work email's
on there now. You're officially
chained to Orbitscope.
- Thank you. I could never
have done that myself.
- Be careful with that.
That's a very, very expensive,
top-of-the-line phone
you've got there.
- I'll try my best.
- It's our most expensive model.
I put some music on there too,
some of my favourites.
- Really? Oh, you're so sweet!
- And you're so beautiful.
(knocking)
- Hey.
Where were you?
- I was out with Charlie.
- I'm just gonna say it.
You can do better.
- I think he's nice.
- Don't say I didn't warn you.
I have good news.
My dad loved your music idea.
- What idea?
- To pitch the CEO
of Social Soundoff.
The music site you like.
- That was your idea.
- We can both take credit.
Anyways, I set up a meeting
for Monday and you're coming.
- Oh, awesome!
I guess I'd better
get up to speed.
Do you mind if I borrow
your laptop again?
- Sure.
I'm sorry yours isn't ready yet.
- Don't worry.
I'll see you in the morning?
- Goodnight.
Can't risk you messing up
my plan, Charlie Cook.
- Hi, Anna.
- Oh. Hi, Charlie.
- I come bearing news.
Really good news.
- What is it?
- They asked me
to head up the IT transition
at the new office.
- Oh, that's great!
- Yeah.
- New office? Where is it?
- Chicago.
- Oh.
- I leave tomorrow.
- OK.
- But I'll be back
before you know it.
Yeah.
- You know what? I'm really...
I'm really happy for you,
Charlie. You deserve it.
- Thanks.
- Mm-hmm.
- Well, I have to pack tonight,
but... do you wanna grab dinner
or something?
- Yeah. I actually was
just about to leave.
Sounds perfect. And Charlie,
there's some things I think
we should talk about tonight.
About my past.
- OK.
You're a really
courageous woman.
I'm glad you confided
in me like this.
- Well, it's easy with you.
- I'll just be a phone call away
while I'm gone.
And I'll be back
before you know it.
- I'm going to miss you.
- Me too.
(eerie music)
- How about we change this
to today?
- Do you need something, Elle?
- Just leaving this for you.
Georgia and I have the
Social Soundoff meeting today.
Wish us luck.
- Good luck.
OK.
What do we have
on tap for today?
Morning, David.
- Morning.
- Oh. You have drinks tonight
with Matthew Douglas
at the Boulevard Arms Hotel.
- What time?
- 5PM.
David?
- Yeah?
- How's Elle doing?
- Well, she seems to be
coming along well.
Something on your mind?
- I'm just concerned
she's taking on too much
responsibility too soon.
- Well, I think she loves
her new job,
and she's good at it.
Anything else?
Can you get Tim
on the line, please?
- Sure.
- You were amazing!
Wait 'til my dad hears
we got the account.
- We make a great team.
- Let's celebrate. Happy hour
later? Boulevard Arms Hotel?
- Sounds like fun.
- I just have to run
a few errands, but I'll meet you
back here later.
- Yeah. See you soon.
(ominous music)
(phone ringing)
- Hi, Cammy.
I can't talk right now.
Can I call you later?
- [Mom...]
Just making sure you're leaving
for your DMV appointment.
- That's actually where I'm
going right now, so I
can't talk.
- OK. Good luck
with your eye test.
(beeping)
(tense music)
(beeping)
- My wallet.
(beeping)
(turn signal ticking)
- We had so many good times
in this kitchen, didn't we?
- Yeah, but the only thing you
could cook was scrambled eggs.
- That's why we had Margy.
- She kept everything
so perfect,
but she could be so forgetful.
- Shh!
(door creaking)
- I could've sworn I set that.
(beeping)
- Poor Margy forgot
to shut off the stove.
Smell that gas?
- Mm-hmm.
(dramatic sound indication)
- Compliments of the two
gentlemen at the bar.
You really
proved yourself today.
I think you should come
to Daddy's golf tournament.
- What's it for?
- Oh, he puts it on every year
for some of our bigger clients.
It's out near his country house.
- You really don't think
he'd mind if I come?
- No, of course not.
It's a big event and we can
always use the extra help.
Plus, you'll meet
tons of important people.
(jazz music playing)
- No, thank you.
(sighing)
I'll give him five more minutes.
(beeping)
(sniffing)
(rising music)
- Oh!
No, no!
(phone ringing)
- Margy?
- [Oh, my God. I'm so sorry.]
- Whoa, whoa. Slow down.
- [I left the gas on.]
- What happened?!
- Daddy.
- Hmm!
Hi, ladies.
- What are you doing here?
- Well, I... I just got stood up
by a client,
and then Margy called
and told me she left
the gas on in the kitchen.
- Oh, my God! Is she OK?
- Yeah, yeah. She's fine,
but apparently the house
is gonna have to air out
overnight, so...
I guess I'm gonna
get a room here.
- Thank goodness everyone's OK.
- Well...
since we're all here,
why don't we grab dinner?
The rooftop restaurant
has an amazing view.
- That sounds really nice.
(phone ringing)
- I have to take this.
Hello?
One second.
I'll meet you guys upstairs?
- Mm-hmm.
- Uh huh,
Yeah, now's a great time
to talk.
- You know what?
I'm gonna get checked in
to the hotel
on the way to the restaurant.
You wanna come?
- Oh, yeah. Sure.
- Here you go.
- Thank you.
Good.
(jazz music playing)
- Oh, no.
- What is it?
- I completely forgot about my
meeting with the Click-or-Share
team tomorrow.
I'm gonna have to work
on my proposal.
- Honey, we just ordered dinner.
- Anna, would you mind getting
my food to go?
- Sure.
- You know what?
We can just cancel the food.
- No. Please, enjoy your dinner.
Are you OK to get a ride home?
- Look, I hate
that you're leaving,
but don't work too hard.
Boss's orders.
- You know I will.
- So, tell me
about your meeting today.
- Oh, yes.
We really made a connection.
- Are you OK?
- Oh. My head kind of hurts.
Maybe I should go too.
Oh!
- Oh!
Turn around. Sit down.
Sit down.
You OK?
- Have fun, you two.
It's gonna be a sick night.
(beeping)
- I need to lie down.
I think those guys
might have drugged me.
- What guys?
- At the bar.
They bought us drinks.
- I should get you
to a hospital.
- I just, I need to lie down.
(David sighing)
(phone ringing)
- Dad?
- Hey. There's a situation here.
Georgia's sick and it looks like
she's about to pass out.
- What happened to her?
- [I don't know. She thinks]
some guys drugged her. I tried
to take her to the hospital,
but she wouldn't go.
- I'm sure everything's fine.
Just let her sleep it off.
- I'm not comfortable with this!
- [Think about it.]
Do you really want a young girl
[being carried out of your room
on a stretcher?]
It'll look really bad.
If I could, I'd come
[pick her up, but you know
I have this proposal to finish.]
- OK. I'm gonna
keep an eye on her.
[But if anything changes,]
I'm calling an ambulance.
- Everything will be OK.
Call me if you
need anything else.
- OK.
(beeping)
- Have you seen Georgia?
- Not this morning.
- She had dinner with Daddy
last night and never came home.
- David isn't in yet either.
- Well, he got a room because of
the gas situation at the house.
- Right.
How well do you
know Georgia?
- Excuse me?
- Are you sure
she's a good influence?
- What are you talking about?
- She's a convicted felon.
- She's my friend,
and she's earned a shot here.
You should really
mind your own business.
- Elle, I'm worried about you--
- Stay out of my life, Cammy.
- (Cammy): Elle is
looking for you.
- What happened last night?
- With Georgia?
- What?
No! Matthew Douglas
never showed.
- It's right here
on your calendar.
The meeting was last night.
Let me figure out what happened.
- Just call and reschedule.
- I'm so sorry.
Of course. Right away.
(knocking)
- Housekeeping.
(knocking)
(sighing)
Oh. I'm sorry, miss.
I didn't know anyone was here.
(sighing)
- Oh, my earring!
This is not good.
I lost my other earring.
- Oh. Um, I'll look for it.
- Thank you.
(footsteps)
- Elle.
It's me.
- I left her sleeping in the
hotel. Have you talked to her?
- I told her to come in later.
- So she's OK?
- She's fine.
- What a mess.
- David?
Your car is here.
- Where are you going?
- Oh, I'm just going
to San Francisco
for the night. I'll see you both
at the golf tournament?
- Oh. Cammy, hey.
Wioutop by the house?
I left Dave's file
sitting on the desk in my study.
- Of course.
- Great.
- Bye, Dad.
- (Cammy): Weird things
keep happening at the office.
Nothing feels right.
Elle is barely speaking to me.
Her best friend
is a convicted felon,
and David thinks I screwed up
this important meeting!
But it's not like me
to get a date wrong.
- Well, it doesn't make any
sense that I left the gas on.
But sometimes, you just
have to let things go.
- Tell me again what happened.
- Oh. I left for the DMV
and realized I had forgotten
my wallet, so I came back.
And the alarm was off,
which is strange
because I always set the alarm
before I go.
- So, do you think someone
came in after you left?
- Maybe.
But I was only gone
a few minutes.
- Who else has the alarm code?
- Just Elle, David
and me. And he changes the code
all the time because he's
so worried about security.
- We know David wasn't here.
What about Elle?
- I didn't see her or her car,
but... I guess it's possible.
- I'm glad
you're feeling better.
- Yeah. Thanks for covering
for me.
Do you know where your dad is?
I feel like I need to apologize.
- He left for San Francisco,
but I talked to him this morning
and everything's fine.
Someone roofied you.
It happens. It's not your fault.
- I've been thinking...
I'm not sure I should
go to the tournament.
With everything that happened,
I feel like
I'd just be a distraction.
- Elle...
She has to go to the tournament.
- Don't be silly.
It's an amazing opportunity
for you.
Just think about it. OK?
- I will.
I'll see you at home later?
(sighing)
- Relax.
- If she doesn't come, all of
this will have been for nothing.
Ungrateful brat!
- Calm down, honey.
You'll fix this.
- And what if I can't?
Mom, the whole thing
hinges on the tournament.
If Anna doesn't go, it's over!
When am I gonna get
another shot at David?!
- You'll convince her.
She's weak.
- Elle?
Are you OK?
- Are you spying on me?
- No! I heard you
talking to someone.
- I was on the phone.
- Let me help you.
(grunting)
- You are nothing but a David
Spencer charity case.
- What is happening to you?!
- Leave me alone!
(rising music)
(dramatic sound indication)
- Time to say goodnight, Cammy.
(engine starting)
(grunting)
And you should've
stayed out of my way.
- (Anna): I'm so happy
for you, Sugar!
- (whispering): Can we talk?
- Uh-huh.
I can't wait
to come by the salon.
Listen, I gotta run, but...
I'm super happy that you're out.
I'll give you a call soon.
OK. Bye.
What's up?
- I was thinking.
I know you feel weird about
what happened at the hotel,
but... the tournament
is such great exposure for you.
My dad thinks you're amazing
and he wants you there.
Trust me, he's already over it.
- Are you sure?
- We're gonna
have the best time.
- OK.
I'll come.
- Good.
- Take as much time as you need.
- Thanks, David. Thanks.
- Who would leave her there
on the side of the road
like an animal? I mean,
what kind of person does that?!
- Drunk driver
would be my guess.
- The police better
catch that bastard.
- They will.
- The golf tournament...
we need to cancel that.
- We can't. People are
already on their way
from all over. The golf course
is booked for the day.
It's too late to cancel.
- The funeral's
not 'til next week.
Margy has
a small service planned.
Just family and us, of course.
- Cammy worked so hard
organizing the tournament.
I'm sure Margy would
want it to go on.
- She was so loyal.
- She was.
How obsessed do we
wanna make you, Anna?
- What are you doing?
- Mom. Just in time.
I'm putting a bunch
of fake diary entries
into Anna's new laptop.
- Read me what you have.
- "I never thought I could be
"attracted to an older man.
David Spencer is
so handsome and smart."
New entry, different day.
"Tonight, it finally happened."
New entry. "Something's wrong.
"David didn't make eye contact
with me at work today.
"How could he
lead me on this way?
"I hate him.
"I'm gonna
confront him tomorrow.
He has to pay
for what he's done to me."
(ominous music)
So, we'll head straight
to the golf tournament,
have dinner there, and then go
to Daddy's country house.
- Can't wait.
- Oh.
I forgot my sunglasses.
Would you mind taking this
to the car for me?
- No problem.
- Thank you.
(phone ringing)
- Charlie. Hi.
- [Hey, you.]
- I can't really talk right now.
Elle and I are heading
to the country.
- Oh, yeah. The golf tournament.
Have fun. In the meantime,
I've got good news.
- What?
- I'm gonna be coming home
[for a few days. They need me in
the office. Transition stuff.]
- Nice. I'll get to see you.
(dramatic sound indication)
- (David): Ladies, thank you
so much for all your help toda.
The golf tournament
was a huge hit.
Goodnight. Uh, hey. Stay as long
as you want tomorrow.
- OK. Night, Dad.
- Goodnight.
- Here you go.
- It's beautiful.
- And the bathroom's
right there.
Let me know
if you need anything else.
- Great. Thanks.
Come in.
- I wasn't sure if you had
towels and shampoo, so I brought
you some just in case.
- Thanks.
- I'll put them
in the bathroom for you?
- Sure.
(tense music)
- The perfect crime.
(dramatic sound indication)
- Everything OK?
- Yeah. Yeah, just making sure
you have everything.
- You're so thoughtful.
- It's been a long day.
I'm gonna head to bed.
- Me too.
(suspenseful music)
- Elle, what's going on? You OK?
- This whole time,
you acted like
you were this
great father figure...
...but good men
don't destroy their families.
- What
OK. Let's... let's...
Let's talk about this.
- OK.
How about you're the reason
Mom killed herself?
- What?!
- Your cheating!
- Elle, I never cheated
on your mom.
I know she thought I did, but...
I didn't. I loved her.
You gotta believe me.
- Stop lying to me.
- Honey... you're not
thinking clearly.
- All I've done is think.
Do you recognize this?
- Oh, my God. Is that--
- Mom's gun. I figured
I'd put it to good use.
Revenge.
- Revenge for what?
I loved your mother
through her ups, her downs,
the pills, the depression.
- I miss her so much.
- I know you do.
Oh, I know you do.
Come on. Put the gun down.
- It's too late.
This is for my mom.
(groaning)
(suspenseful music)
(dramatic sound indication)
- David?
Oh, my God!
ELLE! ELLE, HELP!
- Dad?
Daddy?
Oh, my God.
I think he's dead.
What have you done?
- What? I found him like this.
Call 911!
(beeping)
- (man): [911. What's
your emergency?]
- Please send help
to 43 Mockingbird Lane.
My stepfather, David Spencer,
has been shot.
- [OK, ma'am.
Help's on the way.]
Hurry.
- Elle, there could be
an intruder in the house.
We need to get out of here.
- Then why didn't
the alarm go off?
- I don't know.
- Maybe because you shot him.
- What?! Wha... That's crazy.
- You're going back to prison.
- No! No, I didn't do this!
- All because Daddy
rejected you?
- What are you talking about?!
No one's gonna
believe I killed him!- Whu
standing over the body,
not to mention
you're a convicted felon.
- For drinking and driving,
not murder!
- It doesn't matter. The
evidence will prove it was you.
- What evidenc
You'reng me.
(tense music)
???
- Would Miss Bellcroft have
any reason to want to kill
your stepfather?
- Well, I know there was
something going on between
the two of them.
- You mean something romantic?
- Sort of.
It all started after this party
we all went to in New York City.
He drove her
back to Philly, and...
she wouldn't stop
talking about him after.
- Do you think something
happened between them
that night?
- No. No, I don't think so.
But I know that they spent
another night together at
the Boulevard Arms Hotel.
He told her it was
a mistake afterwards.
- And you heard this from her?
- Yeah.
I told her that I didn't
want to talk about it.
I mean, he is my stepdad.
She wasn't really the same
after that.
- How so?
- Well, she became
almost obsessive.
She couldn't handle
the rejection. I almost had
to ask her to move out.
- So, why bring her out here?
- I don't think my dad got
how fully into him she was.
He saw a lot of potential
in her, and I didn't
want to let on
that I knew
about the two of them.
- Why was your mother's gun
in your possession?
- I know it sounds strange,
but I wanted
to keep it.
I was going through a lot
at the time.
- And how did Miss Bellcroft
get a hold of it?
- Well, she must have
known it was in my closet,
since she's my roommate.
- OK.
I think we're done for now.
You can head home.
OK if we send a couple
of evidence techs
by your place tomorrow morning
to get her laptop?
- Anything to help.
- And call us immediately
if you hear anything, OK?
- (man): [Yeah?]
- I got the prison mugshot
you sent.
- [Oh, yeah?]
- Yeah. The hair is the same
colour as our suspect's.
And get this.
I found out
that the gun is registered
to the vic's wife,
Michelle Spencer.
- [Hmm!]
- Apparently, she killed herself
with it.
- [Interesting.]
- Yeah. The daughter
took possession of the gun
after the suicide.
(eerie music)
- Sugar!
- Anna? What are you doing here?
- What you got?
- CSI didn't find
any prints on the gun.
- She was probably
wearing gloves.
- They did find DNA though,
so I put a rush on it.
So, what are you thinking?
- It seems weird that this
young girl would kill a powerful
man like David Spencer
when all she had
was a DUI on her record.
- (Sugar): You know, I mean this
in the nicest of ways possible,
because I know you were
on the run all night, but...
I don't think I can look
at those filthy pajamas all day.
I'm getting you
some new clothes.
- Thanks, Sugar.
I know I'm such a mess.
- You gotta eat.
- I don't understand
what's happening.
- Are you sure that you and Elle
were the only ones in the house?
- Aside from David?
Yeah, as far as I knew.
- How well do you
know this Elle girl?
- We go back like, 15 years.
She's really been there for me
since I got out,
but then last night, she's...
she's accusing me
of killing her stepdad?!
- I don't know this girl at all,
but it's starting to sound
to me like you might've
been played.
- I don't want
to believe it, but...
you could be right.
- (man): DNA came back.
It's a match for our girl.
- No surprise there.
I got the surveillance video
back from the hotel.
Anna did spend the night
with David Spencer,
like the daughter said,
and... she was pretty drunk.
Here they are in the lobby.
And about 30 minutes later...
- She could barely
walk to the elevator.
There they are
going in the room.
- And the next morning.
- Wow.
And I thought I was
saving the best for last.
Techs found a laptop
in her room. It's got
diary entries in there
from mushy to downright angry.
- Send those to forensics
to be analyzed.
- On it. Oh. Take a look
at the screensaver.
It was taken at the party
the daughter mentioned.
- Not looking good
for our suspect.
(heavy breathing)
- Where are you hiding, Anna?
(exhaling heavily)
Pull yourself together.
Her DNA is on the gun.
You planned it perfect.
- (woman): We have breaking news
in the murder
of marketing mogul
David Spencer.
- Sugar, get in here!
- His alleged killer,
Orbitscope employee
Anna Georgia Bellcroft, has ben
on the run
for the past 24 hours.
Police sources tell Channel 5
her DNA was found
on the murder weapon.
They also tell us there is
hotel surveillance video that
showed Spencer and Bellcroft
may have been romantically
involved at some point.
if you have any information
on the whereabouts
of Anna Bellcroft, please call
the police immediately.
- Yeah.
I got a lead. Her old cellmate
just got out of prison.
A... Sugar Delarosa. Yeah.
Apparently, the two
were really close.
I'll keep you posted.
- They've got it all wrong!
- It does not look good.
(knocking)
(tense music)
(whispering): Go. Out that door.
Ahem.
- Sugar Delarosa?
- You got her.
- I'm Detective Tyler,
Philadelphia PD. I'm looking
for Anna Bellcroft.
- I haven't seen her
since she left prison.
- Mind if I take a look around?
- Be my guest.
(suspenseful music)
(door creaking)
- All right. Looks clear.
If you see her, call me.
- (whispering): Anna?
Anna?
That was a detective.
- Oh, my God.
I'm running out of time.
I really need Charlie.
- Who's Charlie?
- My boyfriend. Well, sort of.
- You didn't tell me you had
a boyfriend! Do you
trust this guy?
- Oh, yeah. Completely.
He's flying in
from Chicago tonight.
(tense music)
- Where are you hiding, Anna?
(knocking)
- Charlie!
You made it. Oh, my God.
I missed you so much!
- I missed you too.
- Look, I didn't do
what they're saying. I swear.
- I believe you, but this is...
this is bad.
- Yeah, I know.
- Who do you think did it?
- Elle.
- No way.
- Yeah. Seriously.
I think she was using me
the whole time to get back
at her stepdad for something,
I just don't know what yet.
- The news said
you were involved
with Mr. Spencer,
and there's video
from a hotel.
- It's all twisted.
I thought those guys might've
drugged my drink at the bar,
but now I'm starting
to wonder if it was Elle.
Some sort of sick
set-up to make it look
like I hooked up with David.
I have an idea.
(suspenseful music)
- Do you really think we can
find the maid who saw you
that night?
- I'm not leaving until we do.
(dinging)
There's the housekeeping cart.
That's her.
- Can I help you?
- Do you remember me?
I lost an earring last week
in one of the suites.
- Oh, yes. I found it.
It's in the lost and found.
- I'm sorry,
I know this is strange, but...
how did you
find me that morning?
- Asleep on the couch?
- By myself though, right?
In my clothes?
- Yes.
You didn't look so good.
- Thanks for your help.
- Doesn't sound
like a passionate night.
- Right?!
We need to prove
that she drugged me.
- You said it happened
at the bar here, right?
- Yeah.
- I wonder if they have
a surveillance camera in there.
Bam! It's grainy, but I hacked
into the hotel's surveillance
system, and...
you can see Elle putting
something in your drink.
(Anna gasping)
- That bitch!
We need to go to the police.
I'm just afraid
that without motive,
they won't believe that Elle had
any reason to kill David.
- Does she have other friends
that might know something?
- Elle doesn't
have any friends besides me.
You know what? There...
There is one person.
All right... this is the addres
that's listed for her.
- Good luck.
- Can I help you?
You're the girl from the news.
You killed Mr. Spencer.
- No, I didn't do it.
- I have nothing to say to you.
Leave before I call the police.
- Mrs. Beynes,
I want to talk to you
about Cammy!
I don't think
it was a hit-and-run.
- What?
- I'm convinced your daughter
was murdered. I'm trying
to prove that her death
wasn't an accident.
- What do you know about it?
- I think I know who killed her.
It's... complicated.
So many terrible things
have been happening.
- That's true.
Cammy said the same thing.
- I know you wanna hear
what I have to say.
If you would just let me in,
we can talk more about Cammy.
???
Thank you.
Mrs. Beynes, what was
Elle and David's
relationship like?
- Elle?
- I know how crazy
this sounds, but...
...I believe
she wanted him dead.
I know how much he meant to you.
Please, if you know something.
- There was tension
in the house.
- Over what?
- Elle's mother, Michelle,
was convinced
David was cheating.
- Really?
- When Michelle took her life,
Elle blamed David.
She was devastated.
You see, those two were as close
as a mother and daughter can be.
Almost... it was almost strange.
- "Strange"? Strange how?
- They were too close.
I loved my Cammy
with everything that I had...
...but this was different.
Unhealthy.
- You said she was devastated.
- Elle didn't get out
of bed for weeks.
And she became distant, angry.
I found a smashed photograph
of her and David in the trash.
- She seemed to care
about him so much.
- Well, she did
finally snap out of it.
Things between them
appeared good again, but...
...Cammy was convinced
that something
wasn't right with Elle.
- How so?
- Well, on the outside, it
looked like she had it together,
but Cammy worried
Elle was hiding something.
- I'm afraid whatever
that might've been...
I think
it cost Cammy her life.
(dramatic sound indication)
- Are you saying
you think Elle killed Cammy?
- Mrs. Beynes...
Elle can't be trusted.
(sighing)
Thanks so much for the tea.
I... I should go.
- I'll see you out.
What are you going to do?
- I don't know yet.
- You should turn yourself in.
If you're innocent,
this will sort itself out.
- I'm telling you,
Elle had something
to do with Cammy's death.
They never caught the driver.
- Well, we know
what she's capable of now.
- Pure evil.
- Yeah.
- Did you find anything
incriminating in her work email?
- Nothing. But you remember
that laptop she bought you?
I was supposed to set it up
before I left for Chicago.
- Oh, yeah. She never did
give it to me.
- I was able to remote into it.
Take a look at this:
a bunch of diary entries
you supposedly wrote.
- "Maybe he doesn't
wanna be with me."
"I feel so rejected."
What?! I never wrote that!
- Yeah, of course you didn't.
Elle did,
to make it look like you were
obsessed with Mr. Spencer.
- Oh, my God.
This girl is diabolical.
- And she's also sloppy.
See, it looks like
they were all written
on separate dates,
but if you take a closer look
at the metadata, the timestamps
show that they were all written
within 2 hours of each other.
- Great. So, it proves
that they're fake.
- Right. Who writes
a week's worth of diary entries
in two hours?
- Brilliant.
- Well, thank you.
(doorknob rattling)
(sighing)
- Sugar!
- You OK?
- Uh, just a bit on edge.
Sorry. This is
my friend, Charlie.
- Nice to meet you, Charlie.
- You too.
- Hey...
Check this out.
- Oh.
David Spencer's obit.
"He leaves behind
a loving stepdaughter."
(scoffing)
"Loving"? What a sham.
The funeral's in a few days.
- How you two holding up?
- Well... we've got all these
bits and pieces
that prove Elle set me up but...
somehow, my DNA
is still on that gun.
- You know... when I was
in the joint,
I watched this documentary.
A specialist proved
how you can transfer DNA
from like, anywhere:
sweat, toothbrush, makeup--
- Wait, a toothbrush?
- Yeah.
- The night
that David was killed,
Elle used my bathroom.
Oh, my God. She had
access to all of my stuff.
- She is good!
- We have to get this evidence
to the police, you guys.
- Wait, you're... you're not
gonna turn yourself in, are you?
(sighing)
- Not yet.
I wanna give Elle a taste
of her own medicine first.
(tense music)
- Yes, open casket.
OK. I think we've
worked out all the details.
I'll call you with
the final numbers. Thank you.
(clicking)
(computer beeping)
(sighing)
(dramatic sound indication)
(heavy breathing)
- What Bellcroft says
in the email checks out.
The hotel surveillance video
shows Elle Spencer
drugging her drink in the bar.
And I talked to the maid.
She confirmed
nothing appeared
romantic in that suite.
Said Anna was quite sick.
- So, wait 'til you hear this.
The stepfather
wanted the gun destroyed,
but the daughter
came and picked it up anyway.
And forensics just confirmed
that all the diary entries
were entered on the same night.
So, what about this
crazy toothbrush theory
of hers with the DNA?
- Well... DNA was found
on the trigger of the gun,
but no fingerprints, so it coud
explain that.
(phone ringing)
Detective Tyler.
- [Detective...]
[Anna Bellcroft.]
- Anna, where are you?
[I'd like to come get you.
That way, we can talk to you]
[about what you just sent us.]
- I can't, not yet.
- Anna, there's a lot
of suspicious stuff here,
but it doesn't prove
that Elle killed her stepfather
and framed you for it.
You need to come in.
We'll figure this out.
- I'm sorry. I'm just asking
that you speak to her again.
She had motive.
She wanted revenge.
[She blamed her stepdad
for driving her mom to suicide.]
- Interesting theory, Anna, but
you're still the prime suspect
in this murder.
- You never found the driver
[in the hit-and-run
of Cammy Beynes, right?]
- That's right.
- Check Elle's car for damage.
- Are you saying
she killed her too?
- Just check her car.
I'll turn myself in tomorrow.
- (Elle): Thank you so much
for coming.
(phone beeping)
(phone beeping)
(phone ringing)
Who is this?! ANSWER ME!
(gasping)
Watch it!
(phone beeping)
(suspenseful music)
Oh, what is happening?!
(audible heartbeats)
Anna?
What are you doing here?
She killed my dad!
Someone call the police.
- Don't worry.
I already called them.
They'll be here any minute.
- Someone do something!
- Tell them how you killed
your dad and then used
me to take the fall.
- Get rid of her.
- You're going back to prison.
- Your mom thought
David was cheating.
- She's trying to get you
to crack. Stay strong.
- I understand now.
You killed him for her.
- We have to stop this.
- You have no one to blame
but yourself for all of this.
David loved you
like his own daughter!
- He deserved what he got!
- Oh!
- My mom would still be here
if he had never come back
into our lives! I HATE HIM!
- Drop it, Elle. A paint chip
found on Cammy's bike
is a match for the make
and model of your car.
- And we noticed the dent
in your bumper.
- I told Cammy to stay out
OF MY LIFE!
- Are you saying you killed her?
- That bitch wouldn't listen!
- It's over, Elle.
Put the knife down.
I love you.
It's us against the world.
(soft music)
- Mom...
(dramatic sound indication)
Mom...
Mom, don't go. Oh, no.
(indistinct whispering)
(soft music)
???
- Oh, God.
- Oh, yeah.
(laughing)
- Right?
(laughing)
- Woo!
- Yeah, she always was
a little too perfect.
- Well, I guess being rich ain't
all it's cracked up to be.
- Thank you both
for standing by me.
- Yeah.
- Of course.
(soft music)
(eerie music)
(laughing)
- I won!
I don't think I've
ever been happier, Mom.
- Oh! Me either.
Playing again?
- Mm-hmm.
Maybe I'll let you win
this time.
Or maybe I won't.
(woman harmonizing)
(shuffling feet)
(woman harmonizing)
- ?? I never felt a love before
like this ?
- It feels so good
to finally be 21.
- You know I love
a reason to party.
- One drink for me tonight.
You know
I've got that big project
I need to finish tomorrow.
- No! We never got to celebrate
your birthday last week.
You can have a couple tonight.
- Christina!
Are you forgetting
who drove us here?
- Fine!
(sighing)
- ? Inhale ecstasy ??
- Anna? Anna!
- Elle? Oh, my God!
It's been forever!
Do you still remember?
- Of course!
(giggling)
How long has it been
since we've seen each other?
Like, ninth grade?
- Yes! Right before you moved.
This is Christina.
Christina, Elle Spencer.
- Nice to meet you.
- You too! You look amazing.
- Thanks! I almost
didn't recognize you.
You're so sophisticated now!
What's been going on?
- Well, I'm just about
to graduate from Wentworth,
business major,
and I'm living with my mom
and stepdad. What about you?
- I'm at Valley, studying music.
- Oh, you always were
so talented. How's your mom?
- Uh, she actually passed away
right before I started
freshman year.
- I'm so sorry.
- No! It's OK.
Let's have fun tonight.
Like old times.
- Yeah! It's Anna's birthday.
- That's right!
- It was last week.
- 21!
- Well, drinks are on me.
- OK!
- (together): Happy birthday!
- Woo!
- Woo!
???
- Selfie?
(camera clicking)
OK.
(phone ringing)
OK.
- Mom?
- [Elle, where are you?]
- Mom, what's wrong?
- [Elle, I'm freaking out.]
- OK. Calm down.
- [I just really need you
right now.]
[Can you come home?]
- OK. OK, yeah.
I'll be right there.
- [I love you.]
- I love you too.
- Everything all right?
- My mom needs me at home.
- This late?
- Yeah, it's... it's fine.
I'm gonna head out, but it was
really nice catching up.
- Well, I hope everything's OK.
- Oh, don't worry.
It is. It was really nice
to meet you, Christina.
- Yeah, you too.
- Let's stay in touch.
- For sure.
- Hmm.
- So, what was that about?
- I'm not sure. She's always
been incredibly tight
with her mom, though.
(yawning)
- I'm feeling tired.
We should go too.
- Mm-hmm. Yeah.
Whoa, wait. Are you OK to drive?
- Yeah, I'm fine.
I'm just tired.
- OK. OK.
(ominous music)
- Baby, I'm glad you're home.
- Mom, it's late.
What's going on?
- David called and said that he
has to stay an extra night
in Chicago. Some unexpected
meeting came up.
- Well, he is a workaholic.
- No. Something's wrong.
I think he's cheating.
- Why would you think that?
- Because he said he was having
dinner with this woman in sales,
Tamara something.
- So it is a work thing.
- I know when a man
is being unfaithful, Elle.
I learned that from your father.
- What's wrong, Mommy?
- Your father left us.
He's gone.
- Forever?
- Yeah.
- Why?
- He has a new family now.
From here on in,
it's just you and me.
And Mr. Monkey.
And we are never
gonna leave you.
- OK.
- It's just us against
the world, right?
- Always.
I love you, Mommy.
- I love you, baby.
- I believe you...
but you know he's gonna
say it's not true.
- Let's call him.
Catch him in the act.
(phone ringing)
(sighing)
- Hey, Michelle.
- Just calling to say goodnight.
- You OK? It's late.
- [Everything's fine.]
I'm with Elle.
David?
- Oh. Sorry, honey.
I'm just trying to get this
last-minute presentation done.
[Tell her I say goodnight,]
[and, um...]
I'll see
you ladies tomorrow, OK?
- All right.
- All right. Goodnight.
- He's totally distracted.
He is with that woman.
I am sure of it.
- Shame on him.
- It's us against
the world, right?
- Always.
I love you.
(tense electronic music)
- So, were you and Elle
close as kids?
- We were...
but then her mom
married some rich guy.
She moved away
and went to private school.
- Hey, are you sure
you're OK to drive?
- Yeah. I stopped drinking
a while ago.
- OK.
Look at us. We're really hot.
(honking)
ANNA! ANNA, BE CAREFUL!
(tires screeching)
(crashing)
(soft music)
(audible breathing)
- Oh, my God. Christina?
Christina?
Christina!
Christina...
- Hi, Anna. I'm Dr. Smith.
How are you feeling?
- I'm OK, I guess.
- Your friend just came out of
surgery. She's in recovery now.
- Oh, God.
Is she going to be OK?
- Well, she... she had
some internal bleeding
and both her legs are broken,
so it's gonna be a long road.
- Can I talk to her?
- You need to take it easy.
You have two cracked ribs.
Can I call your mom or dad?
- Both my parents are deceased.
- I'm sorry.
Can I call a brother or sister?
A relative?
- I'm on my own.
- There's something else.
There's a police officer
here to see you.
- A police officer?
- Your blood alcohol
was .10. The legal limit is .08.
- Ms. Bellcroft?
I'm Officer Fontaine.
I'm placing you under arrest for
felony DUI with bodily injury.
You have the right
to remain silent.
- Just admit it, David.
- I am not sleeping with her!
- Ha ha. Yeah.
- Where is this coming from?
Tamara is one of our top
sales associates. That's it.
- So she needed to come
on a trip with you.
And you had to stay
an extra night.
- Michelle, please!
Where is this coming from?
Oh, come on, honey.
Look, I know.
I know I've been busy.
I promise you, once we get
the office in Chicago opened,
I'll have more time for us.
- Yeah, right.
- Hey.
(ominous music)
Have you been taking
those pills again?
- How dare you?!
You have been out
doing God knows what
and you accuse me?
- I'm sorry,
but I hate seeing you like this.
- Really?
Well, you did this to me!
And Elle!
You!
(soft music)
???
(rising music)
(gunshot)
((soft music)
- No...
No... Mom...
No...
Please, don't leave me! Mom!
- (Anna): Thank you for coming
so last minute, Mr. Meyers.
- Last minute's what I do.
- My friend from college,
the one who gave me
your name... she said
that you worked with her on
the cost when she got her DUI.
- I'm sure we can figure out
something that we're
both agreeable to.
- She said
you got her probation.
Do you think
you can do that for me?
(sighing)
- That's gonna be tricky.
Your charge includes
bodily injury. Hers didn't.
But it is a first offence,
and the passenger survived.
I can probably work out a plea,
maybe... six months.
The ADA owes me
a favour.
- "Plea"? Like, plead guilty?
- Well, it's that or go
to trial. It's a good deal
if we can get it.
The prisons are so overcrowded,
you'll be out in three months
with good behaviour.
(soft music)
(indistinct speaking)
(crow cawing)
- David? It was
a lovely service.
- Oh, thank you, Cammy,
for all your help through this.
- Of course. Anything you need.
- I'm so sorry.
- Thank you, Margy.
(thunder rumbling)
(ominous music)
- (woman): Come on!
- (woman): Knock it off!
- Got a name, new girl?
- It's Anna.
- Sugar.
What'd a pretty girl like you
do to land herself in here?
That's OK.
I'll know all your secrets
soon enough.
- Uh, drunk driving.
- Must've been bad.
- A friend got hurt.
- Ouch. Hey.
Wanna know what I did?
- OK.
- Wrote a few bad cheques.
Got in over my head.
I owned a salon.
Sugar's. Pretty catchy, right?
My sister-in-law is taking care
of it while I'm gone.
We're in Bridgeport.
- I used to live near there.
- No kidding?
Well... us east-siders
gotta stick together then.
(soft music)
- Do you ever think
about what dad's doing?
Where he might be now?
My real dad.
- Honestly? I don't.
We're better off without him.
- Sometimes, I wonder
if he misses me.
- He'd be a fool not to.
That's his problem.
Have I told you lately that I am
the luckiest mom in the world?
Hmm?
- All the time.
(distant buzzing)
(distant clanking)
- Almost lights out.
- I know. I'm done.
(bedframe squeaking)
(distant buzzing)
(distant clanking)
- What is that?
- Somebody sent you
a letter.
I'm going to work.
Call me if you need anything.
(soft music)
- I hate you!
- He deserved that.
- Mom?
How could you
just leave me like that?
- I couldn't take one more day
of David hurting me.
- But now, I'm here with him.
- So, don't stay.
- I already put in an
application for my own place.
Trust me,
I can't wait to be gone.
- Good.
We'll get our revenge,
one way or the other.
- What are you talking about?
- Maybe it's time that we
shared our pain with David.
But first things first. I think
you should go back to work.
- Why?
- Keep your friends close
and your enemies closer.
Us against the world.
You remember?
- Anna?
How did you hear about my mom?
(beeping)
(beeping)
Out so soon?
Perfect timing.
You may just be
what I need, Anna.
(tense music)
(clanking and dragging)
(woman shouting indistinctly)
- (woman): Come on,
I'm trying to sleep!
(door creaking)
(indistinct speaking)
- Good morning, Cammy.
- Elle. Hi. I thought--
- I'm here to work.
- That's wonderful.
I'm surprised to see you.
- Well, I figured it would help
take my mind off things.
Is my dad busy?
- He's just finishing a call.
Go on in.
(knocking)
- Hey. What are you doing here?
You look amazing.
- I'm here to start
that job in sales...
if you'll still have me.
- What, are you kidding me?
Of course!
That's... that's terrific.
You're gonna be
our secret weapon.
But are you, um...
Are you sure
you're ready for this?
- Yeah. I'm ready
as I'll ever be.
And I found a townhouse to rent.
- You're... you're moving out?
- Yeah, I...
I figured it was time
for a fresh start all around.
If that's OK?
- No, I mean, I...
I'm gonna miss you,
but... I totally get it.
You know... independence.
- I thought they were
gonna destroy that.
- They were,
but I called
and told them not to.
- Why do you want it?
- Not here, Mom.
- You're up to something.
I can see it in your eyes.
Revenge.
Sign it.
(ominous music)
???
???
- Are you ready
for a visitor, Anna?
You're gonna help me
in ways you never imagined.
We should be roommates, Anna.
Like I said, I could
really use a friend right now.
- Thanks so much
for your letter.
I didn't think
you'd actually come here.
- A friend?
- Uh, Sugar. My cellie.
My cell mate.
- I'm really glad
you have someone in here.
- Yeah.
- But I was thinking
you're gonna need
a friend on the outside.
- Well, I was hoping we could
stay close.
- Oh, of course we will!
How would you feel
if I helped you out a little?
- In what way?
- Well, it's been really hard
with my mom gone.
I thought maybe we could
be roommates.
- Oh. Oh, that's really sweet,
but there's...
there's no way
I could afford the rent.
- Oh, I don't want your money.
It would just be really nice
to have someone around.
I have a spare room
in my townhouse, and I could
get you something
in my stepdad's company.
- A job?
- Yeah.
- I don't know what to say.
- Well, say yes.
- OK.
Yes.
(tense music)
- I've never bn more excited
to see somebody in my life.
- I have good news.
I got you a job
at Daddy's company.
- You're amazing.
- Are you read s
ur le?
- What are we waiting for?
- What's on the agenda today?
- I have to meet
with my new parole officer.
- Wow. They don't
waste any time.
- Well, someone's gotta
make sure I'm not
armed and dangerous.
- Oh.
- Do you mind if I
wash up? I'll never take
a private shower
for granted again.
- Of course. Come see your room.
- Ooh!
This is so cool.
- What?
- This website,
Social Soundoff.
- Oh. Yeah, it's
beco ry pular. You can
send in your music and a real
professional will critique it.
They could be
a potential client.
- No way. That's so awesome.
Hey!
- You'll be on this all night.
Time for your beauty sleep.
Tomorrow, I am taking you
to the salon and shopping.
- Are you ready to finally
be good-looking?
- Um...
- The new you.
You look gorgeous.
- You think so?
- Yes.
We just have
one more thing to fix.
- There's nothing left to pluck.
- I'm talking about your name.
I told my dad about your past,
but one quick search
from someone at work,
and it'll get around that you
went to prison.
- I never even thought of that.
- Maybe you could use
your middle name?
That way, you wouldn't
have to change any IDs.
What is it?
- Georgia.
Where my mom was born.
- Georgia Bellcroft
it is.
- Morning, Elle.
- Hi, Cammy.
This is Georgia Bellcroft.
- Nice to meet you.
- You too.
- Yes, but hopefully
about to be promoted.
- Good luck.
- Cammy and her mom
are practically family. Margy's
been our housekeeper forever.
- Did you two
go to college together?
- No, I... I went to Valley.
- That's where I got
my business degree.
When did you graduate?
- Uh...
- Don't wanna keep
the boss waiting.
Dad?
(knocking)
This is Georgia.
- Well, you must be
the friend my daughter's
been chewing my ear off about.
Welcome to Orbitscope.
- I can't thank you enough
for this opportunity.
It's my pleasure.
Here. Please, have a seat.
So...
Elle speaks very highly of you.
- Oh. I owe her a lot.
- I trust she's told you
what we do here?
- Yes, web-based
target marketing. It's such
a hot business right now.
- Yeah, it's been good to us.
(clicking)
(typing)
(beeping)
- That's weird.
- (David): OK, here's the plan.
We're gonna start you out
as an assistant in sales.
You'll get a good sense
of the department, and you'll
get to work with all the team
members, including Elle.
- Sounds great.
- I...
I believe in second chances.
But more importantly,
I trust my daughter's opinion.
How soon can you start?
- Hi.
- Hi.
- I'm Charlie Cook. I'm here
to set up your computer.
- Oh, yes. They said someone
would be coming by. I'm Georgia.
- Nice to meet you, Georgia.
- Nice to meet you too.
- Do you mind?
- Oh! Yeah!
- Yeah.
- Go ahead.
- All right.
OK. Ahem.
- So, how long
have you worked here?
- Hmm. A while.
- A man of many words.
- I'm sorry.
I'm such a bad multitasker.
- It's OK.
I've been here about a year.
- Nice.
Well, um, sorry. I will
let you get back to work.
- Thank you.
You know, if you ever wanna
get a coffee sometime, I can
give you a real download
on this place.
- That would be great.
- Great.
(soft music)
- I think I'm
gonna like it here.
- Hey.
- Hey.
So, it seems like you've
been having a lot
of computer problems lately.
- Uh, what does that mean?
- Charlie's been
spending a lot of time
hanging around your desk.
Do you like him?
- No. I don't know.
He's kind of cute.
- You don't wanna date someone
you work with.
- Why not?
- Well, if you want
to be taken seriously,
just... just trust me.
Hey, I had a thought.
There's a cocktail party tonight
with some of our new clients.
Why don't you come with me?
- Oh, it's really last minute.
- Live a little.
It's in New York at one
of my favourite restaurants.
You'll love it.
- (David): Everybody, if I can
get your attention for a minut?
First of all,
thank you for coming, and I hope
you're having a great time.
- This is so much fun!
I'm happy we came.
- I would like
to welcome the beautiful,
the talented,
the amazing fashion designer
Melissa Hunter
to Orbitscope.
Melissa also happens to be
a close family friend.
(applause)
(jazz music playing)
- Well, I'm the old guy
and I'm going home.
You two don't stay out too late.
- Actually, Dad, I just got a
call from the Click-or-Share CEO
and he wants to meet
first thing in the morning.
I should probably
stay in town tonight.
- OK.
- How am I gonna get home?
- Do you mind
giving Georgia a ride?
- Sure. I mean, if you're
ready to go now.
- Oh, yeah. Definitely.
- Great. I'll see you two later.
(ominous music)
(clicking)
Have a nice long ride, you two.
- You're an impressive
young woman, Georgia.
My phone is dead.
Think I could borrow yours?
- Oh, I...
I don't have one. I was thinking
I'd maybe buy one
this week sometime.
- Oh. Well, you know what?
That's fine.
Let's be old-fashioned
and talk to each other
on the ride home.
- OK.
- Instead of being buried
in our devices. So...
What do you see yourself
doing next?
(soft music)
(ominous music)
- Don't you two
make a handsome couple?
(door creaking)
(door closing)
- Well, you're back early.
Why do you look so happy?
- Just looking at photos
from last night.
It was a great party, right?
- Oh, the best! How did things
go with that CEO
you were supposed to meet?
- I think I need one more
meeting to work my magic.
How was your ride home
last night?
- Your stepdad's really great.
You're lucky to have him.
- This is for you.
- Oh, I can't accept that.
- It's only a computer.
It's no biggie.
I just need IT
to install your email
and office programs,
and then it's all yours.
- Elle!
- Oh! Oh, you're all sweaty.
What was that for?
- Everything.
- I'm gonna leave soon.
Do you need a ride to work?
- Give me 20 minutes?
- Yeah.
She is so in love with David.
ing)
- Morning, Mr. Spencer.
You wanted to see me?
- I did.
I have something for you.
- Oh.
- Can't work here without one.
- But I'm just an assistant.
I was going to buy one.
- I got Cammy to pick it up
this morning.
It's my pleasure.
- Thank you.
The generosity,
between you and Elle... I...
- Don't. Don't worry about it.
Now, get back to work!
- Hey.
- Hello.
- You got a new phone.
- I did. It's a work phone.
- Yeah, they... they asked me
to set it up for you.
- Really?
You wouldn't mind that?
- It's kind of what I do.
- Well, thank you.
- No worries.
I'll have this back to you
in a flash.
- Sounds good.
- Cool.
- Charlie?
- Yeah?
- You wouldn't want to...
grab that coffee
with me sometime this week,
would you?
- Yeah, I... yeah.
I like coffee.
Um... that sounds great.
I'll get this done for you,
and I'll see you in a bit.
- Thank you.
(beeping)
???
- "Mom's birthday dinner."
(sighing)
You would always say,
"Another birthday,
another wrinkle."
- Elle?
Are you OK?
- Yes. Perfect. Thanks.
- You don't seem OK.
- Is there something
I can help you with?
- I need the Hunter contracts.
- You know, I must've
left them in the car.
I stayed in New York
after the party last night.
- How come?
- I had a meeting
with a potential client.
Daddy ended up
giving Georgia a ride home.
- She was there?
- Mm-hmm. Yeah, I can tell
he really sees potential in her.
- You two are inseparable.
- She's really
been there for me.
Would you mind
running out to my car?
I just have a conference call
that's about to start.
- Sure.
- Pull yourself together.
(door opening)
- "Midport Prison"?
(clicking)
(tense music)
"3-7-8
5-7-4."
"Anna."
Georgia?
"Felony DUI with bodily injury."
What?!
- Your work email's
on there now. You're officially
chained to Orbitscope.
- Thank you. I could never
have done that myself.
- Be careful with that.
That's a very, very expensive,
top-of-the-line phone
you've got there.
- I'll try my best.
- It's our most expensive model.
I put some music on there too,
some of my favourites.
- Really? Oh, you're so sweet!
- And you're so beautiful.
(knocking)
- Hey.
Where were you?
- I was out with Charlie.
- I'm just gonna say it.
You can do better.
- I think he's nice.
- Don't say I didn't warn you.
I have good news.
My dad loved your music idea.
- What idea?
- To pitch the CEO
of Social Soundoff.
The music site you like.
- That was your idea.
- We can both take credit.
Anyways, I set up a meeting
for Monday and you're coming.
- Oh, awesome!
I guess I'd better
get up to speed.
Do you mind if I borrow
your laptop again?
- Sure.
I'm sorry yours isn't ready yet.
- Don't worry.
I'll see you in the morning?
- Goodnight.
Can't risk you messing up
my plan, Charlie Cook.
- Hi, Anna.
- Oh. Hi, Charlie.
- I come bearing news.
Really good news.
- What is it?
- They asked me
to head up the IT transition
at the new office.
- Oh, that's great!
- Yeah.
- New office? Where is it?
- Chicago.
- Oh.
- I leave tomorrow.
- OK.
- But I'll be back
before you know it.
Yeah.
- You know what? I'm really...
I'm really happy for you,
Charlie. You deserve it.
- Thanks.
- Mm-hmm.
- Well, I have to pack tonight,
but... do you wanna grab dinner
or something?
- Yeah. I actually was
just about to leave.
Sounds perfect. And Charlie,
there's some things I think
we should talk about tonight.
About my past.
- OK.
You're a really
courageous woman.
I'm glad you confided
in me like this.
- Well, it's easy with you.
- I'll just be a phone call away
while I'm gone.
And I'll be back
before you know it.
- I'm going to miss you.
- Me too.
(eerie music)
- How about we change this
to today?
- Do you need something, Elle?
- Just leaving this for you.
Georgia and I have the
Social Soundoff meeting today.
Wish us luck.
- Good luck.
OK.
What do we have
on tap for today?
Morning, David.
- Morning.
- Oh. You have drinks tonight
with Matthew Douglas
at the Boulevard Arms Hotel.
- What time?
- 5PM.
David?
- Yeah?
- How's Elle doing?
- Well, she seems to be
coming along well.
Something on your mind?
- I'm just concerned
she's taking on too much
responsibility too soon.
- Well, I think she loves
her new job,
and she's good at it.
Anything else?
Can you get Tim
on the line, please?
- Sure.
- You were amazing!
Wait 'til my dad hears
we got the account.
- We make a great team.
- Let's celebrate. Happy hour
later? Boulevard Arms Hotel?
- Sounds like fun.
- I just have to run
a few errands, but I'll meet you
back here later.
- Yeah. See you soon.
(ominous music)
(phone ringing)
- Hi, Cammy.
I can't talk right now.
Can I call you later?
- [Mom...]
Just making sure you're leaving
for your DMV appointment.
- That's actually where I'm
going right now, so I
can't talk.
- OK. Good luck
with your eye test.
(beeping)
(tense music)
(beeping)
- My wallet.
(beeping)
(turn signal ticking)
- We had so many good times
in this kitchen, didn't we?
- Yeah, but the only thing you
could cook was scrambled eggs.
- That's why we had Margy.
- She kept everything
so perfect,
but she could be so forgetful.
- Shh!
(door creaking)
- I could've sworn I set that.
(beeping)
- Poor Margy forgot
to shut off the stove.
Smell that gas?
- Mm-hmm.
(dramatic sound indication)
- Compliments of the two
gentlemen at the bar.
You really
proved yourself today.
I think you should come
to Daddy's golf tournament.
- What's it for?
- Oh, he puts it on every year
for some of our bigger clients.
It's out near his country house.
- You really don't think
he'd mind if I come?
- No, of course not.
It's a big event and we can
always use the extra help.
Plus, you'll meet
tons of important people.
(jazz music playing)
- No, thank you.
(sighing)
I'll give him five more minutes.
(beeping)
(sniffing)
(rising music)
- Oh!
No, no!
(phone ringing)
- Margy?
- [Oh, my God. I'm so sorry.]
- Whoa, whoa. Slow down.
- [I left the gas on.]
- What happened?!
- Daddy.
- Hmm!
Hi, ladies.
- What are you doing here?
- Well, I... I just got stood up
by a client,
and then Margy called
and told me she left
the gas on in the kitchen.
- Oh, my God! Is she OK?
- Yeah, yeah. She's fine,
but apparently the house
is gonna have to air out
overnight, so...
I guess I'm gonna
get a room here.
- Thank goodness everyone's OK.
- Well...
since we're all here,
why don't we grab dinner?
The rooftop restaurant
has an amazing view.
- That sounds really nice.
(phone ringing)
- I have to take this.
Hello?
One second.
I'll meet you guys upstairs?
- Mm-hmm.
- Uh huh,
Yeah, now's a great time
to talk.
- You know what?
I'm gonna get checked in
to the hotel
on the way to the restaurant.
You wanna come?
- Oh, yeah. Sure.
- Here you go.
- Thank you.
Good.
(jazz music playing)
- Oh, no.
- What is it?
- I completely forgot about my
meeting with the Click-or-Share
team tomorrow.
I'm gonna have to work
on my proposal.
- Honey, we just ordered dinner.
- Anna, would you mind getting
my food to go?
- Sure.
- You know what?
We can just cancel the food.
- No. Please, enjoy your dinner.
Are you OK to get a ride home?
- Look, I hate
that you're leaving,
but don't work too hard.
Boss's orders.
- You know I will.
- So, tell me
about your meeting today.
- Oh, yes.
We really made a connection.
- Are you OK?
- Oh. My head kind of hurts.
Maybe I should go too.
Oh!
- Oh!
Turn around. Sit down.
Sit down.
You OK?
- Have fun, you two.
It's gonna be a sick night.
(beeping)
- I need to lie down.
I think those guys
might have drugged me.
- What guys?
- At the bar.
They bought us drinks.
- I should get you
to a hospital.
- I just, I need to lie down.
(David sighing)
(phone ringing)
- Dad?
- Hey. There's a situation here.
Georgia's sick and it looks like
she's about to pass out.
- What happened to her?
- [I don't know. She thinks]
some guys drugged her. I tried
to take her to the hospital,
but she wouldn't go.
- I'm sure everything's fine.
Just let her sleep it off.
- I'm not comfortable with this!
- [Think about it.]
Do you really want a young girl
[being carried out of your room
on a stretcher?]
It'll look really bad.
If I could, I'd come
[pick her up, but you know
I have this proposal to finish.]
- OK. I'm gonna
keep an eye on her.
[But if anything changes,]
I'm calling an ambulance.
- Everything will be OK.
Call me if you
need anything else.
- OK.
(beeping)
- Have you seen Georgia?
- Not this morning.
- She had dinner with Daddy
last night and never came home.
- David isn't in yet either.
- Well, he got a room because of
the gas situation at the house.
- Right.
How well do you
know Georgia?
- Excuse me?
- Are you sure
she's a good influence?
- What are you talking about?
- She's a convicted felon.
- She's my friend,
and she's earned a shot here.
You should really
mind your own business.
- Elle, I'm worried about you--
- Stay out of my life, Cammy.
- (Cammy): Elle is
looking for you.
- What happened last night?
- With Georgia?
- What?
No! Matthew Douglas
never showed.
- It's right here
on your calendar.
The meeting was last night.
Let me figure out what happened.
- Just call and reschedule.
- I'm so sorry.
Of course. Right away.
(knocking)
- Housekeeping.
(knocking)
(sighing)
Oh. I'm sorry, miss.
I didn't know anyone was here.
(sighing)
- Oh, my earring!
This is not good.
I lost my other earring.
- Oh. Um, I'll look for it.
- Thank you.
(footsteps)
- Elle.
It's me.
- I left her sleeping in the
hotel. Have you talked to her?
- I told her to come in later.
- So she's OK?
- She's fine.
- What a mess.
- David?
Your car is here.
- Where are you going?
- Oh, I'm just going
to San Francisco
for the night. I'll see you both
at the golf tournament?
- Oh. Cammy, hey.
Wioutop by the house?
I left Dave's file
sitting on the desk in my study.
- Of course.
- Great.
- Bye, Dad.
- (Cammy): Weird things
keep happening at the office.
Nothing feels right.
Elle is barely speaking to me.
Her best friend
is a convicted felon,
and David thinks I screwed up
this important meeting!
But it's not like me
to get a date wrong.
- Well, it doesn't make any
sense that I left the gas on.
But sometimes, you just
have to let things go.
- Tell me again what happened.
- Oh. I left for the DMV
and realized I had forgotten
my wallet, so I came back.
And the alarm was off,
which is strange
because I always set the alarm
before I go.
- So, do you think someone
came in after you left?
- Maybe.
But I was only gone
a few minutes.
- Who else has the alarm code?
- Just Elle, David
and me. And he changes the code
all the time because he's
so worried about security.
- We know David wasn't here.
What about Elle?
- I didn't see her or her car,
but... I guess it's possible.
- I'm glad
you're feeling better.
- Yeah. Thanks for covering
for me.
Do you know where your dad is?
I feel like I need to apologize.
- He left for San Francisco,
but I talked to him this morning
and everything's fine.
Someone roofied you.
It happens. It's not your fault.
- I've been thinking...
I'm not sure I should
go to the tournament.
With everything that happened,
I feel like
I'd just be a distraction.
- Elle...
She has to go to the tournament.
- Don't be silly.
It's an amazing opportunity
for you.
Just think about it. OK?
- I will.
I'll see you at home later?
(sighing)
- Relax.
- If she doesn't come, all of
this will have been for nothing.
Ungrateful brat!
- Calm down, honey.
You'll fix this.
- And what if I can't?
Mom, the whole thing
hinges on the tournament.
If Anna doesn't go, it's over!
When am I gonna get
another shot at David?!
- You'll convince her.
She's weak.
- Elle?
Are you OK?
- Are you spying on me?
- No! I heard you
talking to someone.
- I was on the phone.
- Let me help you.
(grunting)
- You are nothing but a David
Spencer charity case.
- What is happening to you?!
- Leave me alone!
(rising music)
(dramatic sound indication)
- Time to say goodnight, Cammy.
(engine starting)
(grunting)
And you should've
stayed out of my way.
- (Anna): I'm so happy
for you, Sugar!
- (whispering): Can we talk?
- Uh-huh.
I can't wait
to come by the salon.
Listen, I gotta run, but...
I'm super happy that you're out.
I'll give you a call soon.
OK. Bye.
What's up?
- I was thinking.
I know you feel weird about
what happened at the hotel,
but... the tournament
is such great exposure for you.
My dad thinks you're amazing
and he wants you there.
Trust me, he's already over it.
- Are you sure?
- We're gonna
have the best time.
- OK.
I'll come.
- Good.
- Take as much time as you need.
- Thanks, David. Thanks.
- Who would leave her there
on the side of the road
like an animal? I mean,
what kind of person does that?!
- Drunk driver
would be my guess.
- The police better
catch that bastard.
- They will.
- The golf tournament...
we need to cancel that.
- We can't. People are
already on their way
from all over. The golf course
is booked for the day.
It's too late to cancel.
- The funeral's
not 'til next week.
Margy has
a small service planned.
Just family and us, of course.
- Cammy worked so hard
organizing the tournament.
I'm sure Margy would
want it to go on.
- She was so loyal.
- She was.
How obsessed do we
wanna make you, Anna?
- What are you doing?
- Mom. Just in time.
I'm putting a bunch
of fake diary entries
into Anna's new laptop.
- Read me what you have.
- "I never thought I could be
"attracted to an older man.
David Spencer is
so handsome and smart."
New entry, different day.
"Tonight, it finally happened."
New entry. "Something's wrong.
"David didn't make eye contact
with me at work today.
"How could he
lead me on this way?
"I hate him.
"I'm gonna
confront him tomorrow.
He has to pay
for what he's done to me."
(ominous music)
So, we'll head straight
to the golf tournament,
have dinner there, and then go
to Daddy's country house.
- Can't wait.
- Oh.
I forgot my sunglasses.
Would you mind taking this
to the car for me?
- No problem.
- Thank you.
(phone ringing)
- Charlie. Hi.
- [Hey, you.]
- I can't really talk right now.
Elle and I are heading
to the country.
- Oh, yeah. The golf tournament.
Have fun. In the meantime,
I've got good news.
- What?
- I'm gonna be coming home
[for a few days. They need me in
the office. Transition stuff.]
- Nice. I'll get to see you.
(dramatic sound indication)
- (David): Ladies, thank you
so much for all your help toda.
The golf tournament
was a huge hit.
Goodnight. Uh, hey. Stay as long
as you want tomorrow.
- OK. Night, Dad.
- Goodnight.
- Here you go.
- It's beautiful.
- And the bathroom's
right there.
Let me know
if you need anything else.
- Great. Thanks.
Come in.
- I wasn't sure if you had
towels and shampoo, so I brought
you some just in case.
- Thanks.
- I'll put them
in the bathroom for you?
- Sure.
(tense music)
- The perfect crime.
(dramatic sound indication)
- Everything OK?
- Yeah. Yeah, just making sure
you have everything.
- You're so thoughtful.
- It's been a long day.
I'm gonna head to bed.
- Me too.
(suspenseful music)
- Elle, what's going on? You OK?
- This whole time,
you acted like
you were this
great father figure...
...but good men
don't destroy their families.
- What
OK. Let's... let's...
Let's talk about this.
- OK.
How about you're the reason
Mom killed herself?
- What?!
- Your cheating!
- Elle, I never cheated
on your mom.
I know she thought I did, but...
I didn't. I loved her.
You gotta believe me.
- Stop lying to me.
- Honey... you're not
thinking clearly.
- All I've done is think.
Do you recognize this?
- Oh, my God. Is that--
- Mom's gun. I figured
I'd put it to good use.
Revenge.
- Revenge for what?
I loved your mother
through her ups, her downs,
the pills, the depression.
- I miss her so much.
- I know you do.
Oh, I know you do.
Come on. Put the gun down.
- It's too late.
This is for my mom.
(groaning)
(suspenseful music)
(dramatic sound indication)
- David?
Oh, my God!
ELLE! ELLE, HELP!
- Dad?
Daddy?
Oh, my God.
I think he's dead.
What have you done?
- What? I found him like this.
Call 911!
(beeping)
- (man): [911. What's
your emergency?]
- Please send help
to 43 Mockingbird Lane.
My stepfather, David Spencer,
has been shot.
- [OK, ma'am.
Help's on the way.]
Hurry.
- Elle, there could be
an intruder in the house.
We need to get out of here.
- Then why didn't
the alarm go off?
- I don't know.
- Maybe because you shot him.
- What?! Wha... That's crazy.
- You're going back to prison.
- No! No, I didn't do this!
- All because Daddy
rejected you?
- What are you talking about?!
No one's gonna
believe I killed him!- Whu
standing over the body,
not to mention
you're a convicted felon.
- For drinking and driving,
not murder!
- It doesn't matter. The
evidence will prove it was you.
- What evidenc
You'reng me.
(tense music)
???
- Would Miss Bellcroft have
any reason to want to kill
your stepfather?
- Well, I know there was
something going on between
the two of them.
- You mean something romantic?
- Sort of.
It all started after this party
we all went to in New York City.
He drove her
back to Philly, and...
she wouldn't stop
talking about him after.
- Do you think something
happened between them
that night?
- No. No, I don't think so.
But I know that they spent
another night together at
the Boulevard Arms Hotel.
He told her it was
a mistake afterwards.
- And you heard this from her?
- Yeah.
I told her that I didn't
want to talk about it.
I mean, he is my stepdad.
She wasn't really the same
after that.
- How so?
- Well, she became
almost obsessive.
She couldn't handle
the rejection. I almost had
to ask her to move out.
- So, why bring her out here?
- I don't think my dad got
how fully into him she was.
He saw a lot of potential
in her, and I didn't
want to let on
that I knew
about the two of them.
- Why was your mother's gun
in your possession?
- I know it sounds strange,
but I wanted
to keep it.
I was going through a lot
at the time.
- And how did Miss Bellcroft
get a hold of it?
- Well, she must have
known it was in my closet,
since she's my roommate.
- OK.
I think we're done for now.
You can head home.
OK if we send a couple
of evidence techs
by your place tomorrow morning
to get her laptop?
- Anything to help.
- And call us immediately
if you hear anything, OK?
- (man): [Yeah?]
- I got the prison mugshot
you sent.
- [Oh, yeah?]
- Yeah. The hair is the same
colour as our suspect's.
And get this.
I found out
that the gun is registered
to the vic's wife,
Michelle Spencer.
- [Hmm!]
- Apparently, she killed herself
with it.
- [Interesting.]
- Yeah. The daughter
took possession of the gun
after the suicide.
(eerie music)
- Sugar!
- Anna? What are you doing here?
- What you got?
- CSI didn't find
any prints on the gun.
- She was probably
wearing gloves.
- They did find DNA though,
so I put a rush on it.
So, what are you thinking?
- It seems weird that this
young girl would kill a powerful
man like David Spencer
when all she had
was a DUI on her record.
- (Sugar): You know, I mean this
in the nicest of ways possible,
because I know you were
on the run all night, but...
I don't think I can look
at those filthy pajamas all day.
I'm getting you
some new clothes.
- Thanks, Sugar.
I know I'm such a mess.
- You gotta eat.
- I don't understand
what's happening.
- Are you sure that you and Elle
were the only ones in the house?
- Aside from David?
Yeah, as far as I knew.
- How well do you
know this Elle girl?
- We go back like, 15 years.
She's really been there for me
since I got out,
but then last night, she's...
she's accusing me
of killing her stepdad?!
- I don't know this girl at all,
but it's starting to sound
to me like you might've
been played.
- I don't want
to believe it, but...
you could be right.
- (man): DNA came back.
It's a match for our girl.
- No surprise there.
I got the surveillance video
back from the hotel.
Anna did spend the night
with David Spencer,
like the daughter said,
and... she was pretty drunk.
Here they are in the lobby.
And about 30 minutes later...
- She could barely
walk to the elevator.
There they are
going in the room.
- And the next morning.
- Wow.
And I thought I was
saving the best for last.
Techs found a laptop
in her room. It's got
diary entries in there
from mushy to downright angry.
- Send those to forensics
to be analyzed.
- On it. Oh. Take a look
at the screensaver.
It was taken at the party
the daughter mentioned.
- Not looking good
for our suspect.
(heavy breathing)
- Where are you hiding, Anna?
(exhaling heavily)
Pull yourself together.
Her DNA is on the gun.
You planned it perfect.
- (woman): We have breaking news
in the murder
of marketing mogul
David Spencer.
- Sugar, get in here!
- His alleged killer,
Orbitscope employee
Anna Georgia Bellcroft, has ben
on the run
for the past 24 hours.
Police sources tell Channel 5
her DNA was found
on the murder weapon.
They also tell us there is
hotel surveillance video that
showed Spencer and Bellcroft
may have been romantically
involved at some point.
if you have any information
on the whereabouts
of Anna Bellcroft, please call
the police immediately.
- Yeah.
I got a lead. Her old cellmate
just got out of prison.
A... Sugar Delarosa. Yeah.
Apparently, the two
were really close.
I'll keep you posted.
- They've got it all wrong!
- It does not look good.
(knocking)
(tense music)
(whispering): Go. Out that door.
Ahem.
- Sugar Delarosa?
- You got her.
- I'm Detective Tyler,
Philadelphia PD. I'm looking
for Anna Bellcroft.
- I haven't seen her
since she left prison.
- Mind if I take a look around?
- Be my guest.
(suspenseful music)
(door creaking)
- All right. Looks clear.
If you see her, call me.
- (whispering): Anna?
Anna?
That was a detective.
- Oh, my God.
I'm running out of time.
I really need Charlie.
- Who's Charlie?
- My boyfriend. Well, sort of.
- You didn't tell me you had
a boyfriend! Do you
trust this guy?
- Oh, yeah. Completely.
He's flying in
from Chicago tonight.
(tense music)
- Where are you hiding, Anna?
(knocking)
- Charlie!
You made it. Oh, my God.
I missed you so much!
- I missed you too.
- Look, I didn't do
what they're saying. I swear.
- I believe you, but this is...
this is bad.
- Yeah, I know.
- Who do you think did it?
- Elle.
- No way.
- Yeah. Seriously.
I think she was using me
the whole time to get back
at her stepdad for something,
I just don't know what yet.
- The news said
you were involved
with Mr. Spencer,
and there's video
from a hotel.
- It's all twisted.
I thought those guys might've
drugged my drink at the bar,
but now I'm starting
to wonder if it was Elle.
Some sort of sick
set-up to make it look
like I hooked up with David.
I have an idea.
(suspenseful music)
- Do you really think we can
find the maid who saw you
that night?
- I'm not leaving until we do.
(dinging)
There's the housekeeping cart.
That's her.
- Can I help you?
- Do you remember me?
I lost an earring last week
in one of the suites.
- Oh, yes. I found it.
It's in the lost and found.
- I'm sorry,
I know this is strange, but...
how did you
find me that morning?
- Asleep on the couch?
- By myself though, right?
In my clothes?
- Yes.
You didn't look so good.
- Thanks for your help.
- Doesn't sound
like a passionate night.
- Right?!
We need to prove
that she drugged me.
- You said it happened
at the bar here, right?
- Yeah.
- I wonder if they have
a surveillance camera in there.
Bam! It's grainy, but I hacked
into the hotel's surveillance
system, and...
you can see Elle putting
something in your drink.
(Anna gasping)
- That bitch!
We need to go to the police.
I'm just afraid
that without motive,
they won't believe that Elle had
any reason to kill David.
- Does she have other friends
that might know something?
- Elle doesn't
have any friends besides me.
You know what? There...
There is one person.
All right... this is the addres
that's listed for her.
- Good luck.
- Can I help you?
You're the girl from the news.
You killed Mr. Spencer.
- No, I didn't do it.
- I have nothing to say to you.
Leave before I call the police.
- Mrs. Beynes,
I want to talk to you
about Cammy!
I don't think
it was a hit-and-run.
- What?
- I'm convinced your daughter
was murdered. I'm trying
to prove that her death
wasn't an accident.
- What do you know about it?
- I think I know who killed her.
It's... complicated.
So many terrible things
have been happening.
- That's true.
Cammy said the same thing.
- I know you wanna hear
what I have to say.
If you would just let me in,
we can talk more about Cammy.
???
Thank you.
Mrs. Beynes, what was
Elle and David's
relationship like?
- Elle?
- I know how crazy
this sounds, but...
...I believe
she wanted him dead.
I know how much he meant to you.
Please, if you know something.
- There was tension
in the house.
- Over what?
- Elle's mother, Michelle,
was convinced
David was cheating.
- Really?
- When Michelle took her life,
Elle blamed David.
She was devastated.
You see, those two were as close
as a mother and daughter can be.
Almost... it was almost strange.
- "Strange"? Strange how?
- They were too close.
I loved my Cammy
with everything that I had...
...but this was different.
Unhealthy.
- You said she was devastated.
- Elle didn't get out
of bed for weeks.
And she became distant, angry.
I found a smashed photograph
of her and David in the trash.
- She seemed to care
about him so much.
- Well, she did
finally snap out of it.
Things between them
appeared good again, but...
...Cammy was convinced
that something
wasn't right with Elle.
- How so?
- Well, on the outside, it
looked like she had it together,
but Cammy worried
Elle was hiding something.
- I'm afraid whatever
that might've been...
I think
it cost Cammy her life.
(dramatic sound indication)
- Are you saying
you think Elle killed Cammy?
- Mrs. Beynes...
Elle can't be trusted.
(sighing)
Thanks so much for the tea.
I... I should go.
- I'll see you out.
What are you going to do?
- I don't know yet.
- You should turn yourself in.
If you're innocent,
this will sort itself out.
- I'm telling you,
Elle had something
to do with Cammy's death.
They never caught the driver.
- Well, we know
what she's capable of now.
- Pure evil.
- Yeah.
- Did you find anything
incriminating in her work email?
- Nothing. But you remember
that laptop she bought you?
I was supposed to set it up
before I left for Chicago.
- Oh, yeah. She never did
give it to me.
- I was able to remote into it.
Take a look at this:
a bunch of diary entries
you supposedly wrote.
- "Maybe he doesn't
wanna be with me."
"I feel so rejected."
What?! I never wrote that!
- Yeah, of course you didn't.
Elle did,
to make it look like you were
obsessed with Mr. Spencer.
- Oh, my God.
This girl is diabolical.
- And she's also sloppy.
See, it looks like
they were all written
on separate dates,
but if you take a closer look
at the metadata, the timestamps
show that they were all written
within 2 hours of each other.
- Great. So, it proves
that they're fake.
- Right. Who writes
a week's worth of diary entries
in two hours?
- Brilliant.
- Well, thank you.
(doorknob rattling)
(sighing)
- Sugar!
- You OK?
- Uh, just a bit on edge.
Sorry. This is
my friend, Charlie.
- Nice to meet you, Charlie.
- You too.
- Hey...
Check this out.
- Oh.
David Spencer's obit.
"He leaves behind
a loving stepdaughter."
(scoffing)
"Loving"? What a sham.
The funeral's in a few days.
- How you two holding up?
- Well... we've got all these
bits and pieces
that prove Elle set me up but...
somehow, my DNA
is still on that gun.
- You know... when I was
in the joint,
I watched this documentary.
A specialist proved
how you can transfer DNA
from like, anywhere:
sweat, toothbrush, makeup--
- Wait, a toothbrush?
- Yeah.
- The night
that David was killed,
Elle used my bathroom.
Oh, my God. She had
access to all of my stuff.
- She is good!
- We have to get this evidence
to the police, you guys.
- Wait, you're... you're not
gonna turn yourself in, are you?
(sighing)
- Not yet.
I wanna give Elle a taste
of her own medicine first.
(tense music)
- Yes, open casket.
OK. I think we've
worked out all the details.
I'll call you with
the final numbers. Thank you.
(clicking)
(computer beeping)
(sighing)
(dramatic sound indication)
(heavy breathing)
- What Bellcroft says
in the email checks out.
The hotel surveillance video
shows Elle Spencer
drugging her drink in the bar.
And I talked to the maid.
She confirmed
nothing appeared
romantic in that suite.
Said Anna was quite sick.
- So, wait 'til you hear this.
The stepfather
wanted the gun destroyed,
but the daughter
came and picked it up anyway.
And forensics just confirmed
that all the diary entries
were entered on the same night.
So, what about this
crazy toothbrush theory
of hers with the DNA?
- Well... DNA was found
on the trigger of the gun,
but no fingerprints, so it coud
explain that.
(phone ringing)
Detective Tyler.
- [Detective...]
[Anna Bellcroft.]
- Anna, where are you?
[I'd like to come get you.
That way, we can talk to you]
[about what you just sent us.]
- I can't, not yet.
- Anna, there's a lot
of suspicious stuff here,
but it doesn't prove
that Elle killed her stepfather
and framed you for it.
You need to come in.
We'll figure this out.
- I'm sorry. I'm just asking
that you speak to her again.
She had motive.
She wanted revenge.
[She blamed her stepdad
for driving her mom to suicide.]
- Interesting theory, Anna, but
you're still the prime suspect
in this murder.
- You never found the driver
[in the hit-and-run
of Cammy Beynes, right?]
- That's right.
- Check Elle's car for damage.
- Are you saying
she killed her too?
- Just check her car.
I'll turn myself in tomorrow.
- (Elle): Thank you so much
for coming.
(phone beeping)
(phone beeping)
(phone ringing)
Who is this?! ANSWER ME!
(gasping)
Watch it!
(phone beeping)
(suspenseful music)
Oh, what is happening?!
(audible heartbeats)
Anna?
What are you doing here?
She killed my dad!
Someone call the police.
- Don't worry.
I already called them.
They'll be here any minute.
- Someone do something!
- Tell them how you killed
your dad and then used
me to take the fall.
- Get rid of her.
- You're going back to prison.
- Your mom thought
David was cheating.
- She's trying to get you
to crack. Stay strong.
- I understand now.
You killed him for her.
- We have to stop this.
- You have no one to blame
but yourself for all of this.
David loved you
like his own daughter!
- He deserved what he got!
- Oh!
- My mom would still be here
if he had never come back
into our lives! I HATE HIM!
- Drop it, Elle. A paint chip
found on Cammy's bike
is a match for the make
and model of your car.
- And we noticed the dent
in your bumper.
- I told Cammy to stay out
OF MY LIFE!
- Are you saying you killed her?
- That bitch wouldn't listen!
- It's over, Elle.
Put the knife down.
I love you.
It's us against the world.
(soft music)
- Mom...
(dramatic sound indication)
Mom...
Mom, don't go. Oh, no.
(indistinct whispering)
(soft music)
???
- Oh, God.
- Oh, yeah.
(laughing)
- Right?
(laughing)
- Woo!
- Yeah, she always was
a little too perfect.
- Well, I guess being rich ain't
all it's cracked up to be.
- Thank you both
for standing by me.
- Yeah.
- Of course.
(soft music)
(eerie music)
(laughing)
- I won!
I don't think I've
ever been happier, Mom.
- Oh! Me either.
Playing again?
- Mm-hmm.
Maybe I'll let you win
this time.
Or maybe I won't.