A Bride's Revenge (2019) - full transcript

[uneasy, soft music]

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

- Miss Parker?

It was my understanding
that the wedding was cancelled.

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

[breathes deeply]

[bird's chirping]

[breathing unevenly]

[screams]

[screams]



[sobbing, screams]

[groans angrily]

[sniffles]

[music intensifies]

♪ ♪

- ♪ Get up ♪
- ♪ Get down, get down ♪

- ♪ Down, baby ♪
- ♪ Get up ♪

- ♪ Get down and dance ♪

- ♪ Get up ♪

[sultry pop song continues
on speakers]

[hairdryer whirring]

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

This is the dress.

- [gasps] Oh, that is so you.



- Right? Modern lace, no bows.

- You'll look gorgeous in that.

- Thank you.
- Okay, now just find

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

a frilly whale
because I plan on finding

a man at your wedding.
- It will be classy

and a little bit sexy,
just for you.

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

- Thank you.

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

[low, dark music]

♪ ♪

You okay?

- This just came in the mail.

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

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

- Yeah.

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

- I don't know. Some joke.

[sinister music]

♪ ♪

[phone dings]

[gasps]
- [chuckling] Easy.

- Ian, jeez!
- Sorry. Sorry.

Are you okay?
- Yeah.

It's just been
a really long day.

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

- Come on. You're kidding me.

- And if I could find
the invitation,

I would show you.

This is crazy.
Someone must have taken it.

- [groans]
It's like a year today

we were supposed
to be married.

- Do you think she sent it?

How would she know
where I work?

I've never even met her.

- She's a wack job, Miya,

and she's good
at being spiteful.

- Great.
- [chuckles]

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

Best thing to do
is just ignore it.

Besides, this is our time.

I get to marry you,
and that makes me

the luckiest guy on the planet.

Plus, guess who's up
for a promotion

for senior consultant.

- Seriously?
- Yeah.

So the question is,

do we look at two stories
or three stories?

- [scoffs]
I love you.

- I love you tons.

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

- I got to lock up.
- Okay.

[keys jingle]

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

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

- [laughs]

[sinister music]

both: Happy birthday, Mom.

- Ta-da.
- Oh.

[laughs]

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

[both chuckle]

- There. That's better.
[chuckles]

- [laughing]

- So Miya, before we eat,

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

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

- I'm okay.

Now, I know this is
traditionally done

from mother to daughter,

but I thought you might like
to wear this.

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

- It's...

beautiful.
- Well, if you're worried

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

[doorbell rings]
- I will get that.

- That better not be the nurse.

I told her
to get out of our hair

for at least a few hours.
Oh.

- Come on. Let's sit down.

- Lori.
- Hi, Ian.

- [scoffs]
What are you doing here?

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

Excuse me.

[uneasy music]

♪ ♪

Hi. Happy birthday, Deb.

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

- Oh.
Why were you talking about me?

- For entertainment.

- Hi. I'm Miya.

- Ian's fiancée.

- Oh.

Congratulations.
- Thank you.

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

- It's a photograph
from the Mouche Gallery

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

- Is this your dress, Miya?

- That is Deb's dress.
- Oh.

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

- Hm.

Well, that is an honor.

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

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

of family gatherings.

- I actually have plans.

But it was so nice
meeting you, Miya.

- It was nice meeting you too.

- Lori.

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

- Of course.

- 'Cause Miya received
an invitation

in the mail yesterday

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

- So you didn't send it?

- Don't flatter yourself, Ian.

I only came to see your mother.

Nothing else.

♪ ♪

[jazzy music playing]

- And so she just showed up.

Weird, right?
- More like psychotic.

At least she saw you
and Ian together

so she knows where she stands.
- Good point.

- Look what just arrived.

Wonder who they're from.

- As if you have to ask.

- This is a bridal bouquet.

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

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

- Oh, Miya, Becky's here.

- I guess I'll find out later.

[hairdryer whirring]

♪ ♪

Hi.

[sinister music]

[phone ringing]

- Hey, you.
- Hey.

Are you still at work?
- Yeah.

I got a conference call
in a few minutes.

- Ah. Well, I was
just calling to say

thanks for the flowers.

- What flowers?
- The bouquet.

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

but I didn't send you any.

Maybe it was one
of your other admirers?

- Well, I don't have
other admirers.

I only have eyes for you.

- Good answer.
[chuckles]

- Uh, this might be
a strange question.

Do you remember what
Lori's favorite flowers were?

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

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

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

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

Bye.
- Okay. Bye.

[dog barking]

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

[dog continues barking]

[music intensifies]

♪ ♪

Lori.

I know you're out here.

[loudly] Where are you, Lori?

Lori, where are you?

Lori.

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

[grunting]

[panting]

[dialing beeps]

- 911. What's your emergency?

[radio chatter]

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

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

- Your ex.

- Yeah.

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

and recently,
she showed back up.

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

- No.
- Well, recently,

she sent an old invitation
to their wedding.

- Oh, may I see it?

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

But she sent these today.

- How do you know?

- 'Cause white rose
is her favorite flower,

and no one else would do this.

- Okay. We'll look into it.

In the meantime,
I suggest you document

any further incidences.

It may help you later on.

[mysterious music]

♪ ♪

- Hey. Here you go.
- Thanks.

- Yeah.

Hey, I'm so sorry.

- It's not your fault.

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

I...

I am trying so hard
to forget...

her final moments

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

- Hey. Hey.

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

okay, but I'm here now.

I won't let anyone hurt you.

[unsettling music]

♪ ♪

[doorbell rings]

- Can I help you?
- Detective Watts.

I'm investigating
an attempted homicide.

May I come in?

- Of course. Yeah. Please.

So, what is this about?

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

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

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

- Someone tried to attack
her last night.

- Oh, my goodness.
Is she okay?

- Yeah. She's fine.

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

- Apparently, the attacker
was dressed as a bride.

You and Mr. Ferguson
were engaged, correct?

- For six months. Yes.

- What happened?

- He called off the wedding.

- Did that make you angry?

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

You know what they say
about time and healing.

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

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

- So then you won't mind
telling me

where you were last night.

- I was visiting my mother

at the Cloverfield
Retirement Home.

My signature is in the logbook,

and I spoke
with several nurses.

- Well, we'll check
in with them.

- Please do.

[phone buzzes, dings]

Another wink.
[scoffs]

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

- Yeah. Well, thank you.

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

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

- Oh, of course. Thank you.

[sinister music]

♪ ♪

- Have a good day.

[door opens, closes]

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

- The detective said she signed
in at the home.

Several nurses recalled
speaking to her.

- Who else would it be?

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

Who else would attack me?

- He also said it was
your credit card

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

I wouldn't buy flowers
for myself.

- I know. I know.

- She must have stolen
my credit card number.

- Wouldn't put it past her.

- What am I supposed to do now?

Just wait for her
to attack me again?

- Look, hopefully the detective
scared her off.

I'm working late tonight.
In the meantime,

just stay at my place.

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

Everything's gonna be
all right.

I'll see you later.

Bye.
- Bye.

[soft pop music playing]

[door opens, closes]

- I don't really watch much TV.

Did you see what
was on last night?

[tense music]

♪ ♪

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

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

Is that okay?

- She's needy, Ian.

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

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

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

- She's alone, Lori.

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

[dark music]

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

♪ ♪

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

[keys clatter]

[pensive music]

♪ ♪

"Dearest Ian, today
I waited for you,

"sure you would follow through
on your promise

"to be together
till death do us part,

"but you never came.

"You left me, broken,

"with a heart that bleeds

"and grows colder
every second,

"every minute, every hour,

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

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

- What are you doing?
[laughs]

- I thought you were at work.

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

- I was snooping.

- Yeah.
- I'm sorry.

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

Just ask me whatever
you want to know.

- Okay.

What happened when
you broke it off with Lori?

- Uh...

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

and then my minister called me
and said Lori showed up

on our wedding day
dressed in her bridal gown,

and she was waiting for me.

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

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

- Huh.
What about her family?

- I mean, her dad, uh,

dad left when she was nine.

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

She didn't talk about him
very much.

When she did,
it was pretty bitter.

Her mom I only met once,
and she was already

in some pretty advanced stages
of dementia, so--

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

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

And now I regret
ever having met her.

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

take the day off tomorrow.
Just relax.

You know, let Sandra and
Caroline cover the salon.

- Okay. Yeah.

I have to order the wedding
cake tomorrow anyway.

- Yeah. See?

And then, you know,
take Winston with you.

He's an excellent guard dog.

- Look at that face.
- Right?

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

- Good boy. Good boy.

[uneasy music]

Want to go get
some cake? Yeah.

♪ ♪

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

I think Lori is behind
this whole thing.

- Yikes. So what do you do now?

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

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

[both panting, grunt]

Oh! I got to admit, though,

the whole thing
does sound crazy.

- I believe Miya,

and Lori's just crazy enough
to come up

with something like this.
She warned me.

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

[panting] she says, uh,

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

- Yeah, that doesn't
surprise me.

She was a witch.

- [grunts]
- Ah, come on.

Lucky shot.
I dare you, do that again.

- Luck's got nothing
to do with it.

Anyway, brah,
she can't put a curse

on what you and Miya have,
all right?

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

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

All right?
- Yeah.

- [panting]
- Ah, Jesus. Ah.

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

♪ ♪

- Winston? Winnie?

Winston?

[cars honking]

[tires screeching]
Winston!

- [sniffles]

Ian.
- [sniffling]

I'm so sorry.

- I know.

You apologized already.

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

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

- Miya, please.

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

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

I'm gonna go to bed.
[sniffles]

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

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

- Yeah, but I'm sure
he understands.

I mean, it could have
happened to anyone.

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

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

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

- Oh. Killing me, Miya!
Killing me.

- The manager recommends
the shrimp risotto and

quail as main course options.
[phone beeps]

What do you think about that?

- I think it sounds
pretty good.

- Great. My date just
officially cancelled.

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

She'll reschedule.
- Nah.

Ian's always had
the luck with the ladies.

- True.

- Except for that last one,
though.

Bad joke?

- Oh, in other news,
the agency called.

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

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

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

- I get off early
on Wednesdays.

I could go stay with her.

Yeah, I'll add it to
my schedule.

- Yeah, that'd be great.

Thanks.

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

you're not gonna wear
her wedding dress.

- That would make
for an entertaining evening.

- No, absolutely not.

You have to be there
when I do that.

- You're definitely
on your own.

- I'm taking you down with me.

- Not a chance.

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

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

- We're tasting
for the wedding party.

- Oh.
- What are you doing here?

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

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

That must have been terrifying.

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

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

what you're talking about.

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

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

across the street.
Have a good night.

- You too.

- Okay, that is
the second time.

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

Uh, she remembers
my mom's birthday,

she loves lobster bisque?

- Well, we should at least
tell her date.

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

Now. [chuckles]

[classical music playing]

- Let's go.

[stall door creaks]

- [sighs]

[footsteps approaching]

[eerie music]

♪ ♪

[gasps]

[whimpers]

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

- Ian. Ian. She's still here.

- Who?
- Lori.

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

in the bathroom with a knife.
- What?

- Sorry.

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

It was the bride
from the other night.

It was Lori.
- Okay. Okay.

She said she was going
to the Italian restaurant

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

- Okay.
- Okay.

[funky jazz music playing]

[indistinct chatter]

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

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

- Okay, well I was offering you
the courtesy

of staying out
of your business,

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

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

- You better knock it off.
- Come on.

- You hear me?
- [scoffs]

[laughs] What?

- Sorry.
- Did you just see that?

Did you witness that?
That woman is crazy.

- I can't believe that.
- Unbelievable.

- Is it possible you
were confused?

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

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

She had the same dress
and the same knife.

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

and see if he can confirm
she was with him

the whole time.

- Thank you.

- Miss Ellerson, I have to ask,

how are you feeling in general?

- What do you mean?

- Well, I did
a little checking.

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

- What does that have to do
with anything?

- Well, losing someone
to a violent crime

like that, it's hard.

You think maybe
you're suffering some kind

of post-traumatic stress
related to that incident?

- Do you think I'm crazy?

Do you think
I'm imagining this?

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

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

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

- Of course.
- Thank you.

[uneasy music]

♪ ♪

- Well, that was really nice.

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

- Yeah. It was fun.

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

- What are you doing?
- Finding out

if we're truly compatible.

- Don't touch me.

[tense music]

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

going on and on
about how men will break you.

♪ ♪

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

on falling prey
to your kind ever again.

- She was with him
the whole time.

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

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

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

be in a meeting with Alvotech?

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

- Long enough that Mr. Candler
stepped in.

- Okay. Thank you.

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

until he dropped her off
at her house.

- Well, maybe he's lying.

Maybe they're in
on it together.

- Or maybe it really was

the other bride you saw
at the restaurant.

- It wasn't.
- Okay.

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

and throw it back in her face.
Stalk her.

- What is that gonna prove?

- Maybe you can
catch her in the act.

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

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

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

and we'll close up for you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

- Don't mind her.

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

- Miya.

[dark music]

What are you doing here?

Are you following me?

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

Are you that insecure?

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

Ian does, after all,
have a history

of leaving his women
at the altar.

- Ian didn't leave you
at the altar.

He broke it off weeks
ahead of time,

but you're in some
crazy state of denial.

- Okay.

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

And who's accusing me

of stalking you dressed
as some bride?

If someone here seems crazy,
that would be you.

- Is that what
you're playing at?

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

- I don't have to try.

From where I stand,

it's all very clear.

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

I mean, I'd be worried too.

- Hey. Listen.

Ian and I are getting married

no matter what game
you play, okay?

- You take your hands
off me right now.

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

Bye.

- Are you kidding me?

[phone rings]

Hello?
- Miya, it's Deb.

Hey, were you still planning
on babysitting me tonight,

or do I get
to play grown-up again?

- No. No. I will be there.

I'm just having
some car troubles.

- Oh?
- Someone deflated my tire.

I don't have a spare.

- Well, what kind of
neighborhood are you in?

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

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

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

- No, Deb, I will be there.

I'll just be
a few minutes late.

- Fine.

I'll see you when you get here.

Oh, and park around back.

The kitchen door
will be unlocked.

- Okay. Bye.

[ominous music]

♪ ♪

Really?

[classical music playing]

♪ ♪

- [sighs] This is ridiculous.

I can run my own damn bath.

[grunts softly]

[sinister music]

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Wha...

What?

What are you--who are you?

What are you doing here?

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

Get out of here.
What are you doing?

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

Get away from me!

[yelps]

[gasping]

[screams]

[thudding]

♪ ♪

[car chirps]

[music intensifies]

♪ ♪

- Deb.

Deb. Deb?

[unsettling music]

♪ ♪

[knocking at door]

[door creaking]

- What?
Don't give me that look.

If you have something to say,
just say it.

You know she was a bitch,

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

who's done whatever
she told him to.

But not now.

[radio chatter]

[melancholy music]

♪ ♪

- Come on.

- Ms. Ellerson.
- Yeah?

- You have a moment?
- Sure.

- I've been talking
to the neighbors.

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

- Well, she came in through
the backyard,

maybe through the canyon.

That's where
you should be looking.

- We have.

What was your relationship
like with Mrs. Ferguson?

- Good. Why?

- You were the only other one
in the house,

as far as we know.

- Do you think I did this?

- Under normal circumstances,
I would think

this was an accident.
She had a bad hip.

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

But given your behavior

and your unsubstantiated
accusations,

yeah, I just got to wonder

if something else
is going on here.

- There is.
Her name is Lori Parker.

She hates this family.
Not me.

Find her.
Ask her your questions.

♪ ♪

Ian.

Hey.

Everybody's gone.

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

- Why weren't you here?

- I had a flat tire.

I called her and told her
I would be late.

She said she would wait for me.

- Well, she obviously didn't.

- Ian.

It was the bride.

- Miya, please.

- I saw her in the backyard.

Ian, you know that Lori
hates your mother.

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

pushed her down the stairs,
or maybe she--

- Miya, stop.

Just stop.

I don't want to hear it.

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

about this bride, all right?
No more!

- [sniffles]

I'm sorry.

- I know. Me too. Me too.

Can we just go home?

- I'm gonna stay.
I...

I want to be alone.

- Are you sure?

- Yeah.

I just got to think
about some things.

- Okay.

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

- Yeah.
- I love you.

- I know.

♪ ♪

[dog barking]

[line trilling]

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

[beep]

- Hey..

[indistinct chatter]

[somber music]

♪ ♪

I'm sorry, Deb.

- Well, that's
a guilty conscience

if I've ever heard one.

- What are you doing here?

- I came to pay my respects.

She was almost
my mother-in-law.

- Yet and she would have been
the first one

to tell you good riddance.

I bet that pissed you off.

Is that what made
you want to kill her?

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

- Of course.
Ian, I am so sorry.

I know how close
you were to your mother.

- Thank you.

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

Miya, does your mother--does
she reside

at the Cloverfield Retirement
Home?

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

I just thought
that she was there,

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

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

That...

Well, I guess it was
a coincidence

that I saw you there.

Unless you were following me.

[laughs]
But you wouldn't do that.

That would be crazy.
Hm.

[uneasy music]

♪ ♪

- Did you go there?
- Yes.

I thought I could catch her.

- So you were following her.

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

- Tell me.

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

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

- Stop.
- And I called her.

- Stop.

I cannot do this with you.

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

Maybe it's best
if we postpone the wedding.

- No, baby.
Baby, no. No.

I understand
that you're stressed,

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

She's trying to drive
a wedge between us.

- Just let me get
through today, please.

Please.

- [crying]

- Miya Ellerson?
- Yes.

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

- Did I get any mail today?
Thank you.

- Good morning, Ian.
- Oh, Ryan.

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

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

- No, no. I think I'm ready

to get back
in the swing of things.

And I don't want
to miss that promotion.

- That's the thing.

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

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

'Cause I thought
I covered it pretty well

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

we should bring in an outsider
to keep everybody

on their toes, that's all.

There'll
be other opportunities.

- Right.

- You know if you ever need
to talk,

my office is always open.

- Thanks. Yeah, I'm good.

- He's right.

There will be
other opportunities.

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

Things are falling apart.
At work, with Miya.

- Have you spoken to her?
- No.

I don't even know what to say.

I'm just not
in a good headspace.

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

I should have been there.

I should have been there
to take care of Mom.

It's my fault.
- Bro.

I get it.
I feel the same way.

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

and it's not Miya's fault.

It was just a stupid accident.

Look, maybe planning a wedding
and getting married

isn't what you need right now.

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

take some time for yourself.

I don't think anyone
would blame you.

- So Lori took out
a restraining order,

and now you can't get
anywhere near her.

Does Ian know
anything about this?

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

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

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

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

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

Maybe she's done this before.

- You think?
- Maybe there's something

in her past,
something I could find.

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

How are you gonna
find out anything?

[mysterious music]

♪ ♪

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

I'm a little lost.

- No problem. She's in room 12.

It's around the corner
and to the left.

- Cool.
- Haven't seen you before.

You a friend of the family's?

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

- Thank you.

[knocking at door]

Excuse me, Mrs. Parker.

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

He was gonna marry
your daughter Lori.

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

Mrs. Parker?

[shutter clicks]

♪ ♪

[shutter clicks]

- Nurse, I need some water.

- Here.

[soft music]

♪ ♪

- [sighs]

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

Do you mind
if I see inside of it?

[dark music]

- You can't trust them.

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

for your mom,
having two visitors in one day.

- Visitors?
- You can't trust them.

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

- Oh, I didn't catch her name.

Said she was a friend
of the family's.

She's in there now.

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

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

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

[breathing heavily]

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

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

[weeping]

- Shh.

- [weeping softly]

[unsettling music]

♪ ♪

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

So you saw her mother.
What happened?

- She didn't even know
I was there.

Well, not at first, anyway,

so I decided to do
a little snooping,

had a look around the room.

- So did you find anything?

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

- Well, you already knew
about that, right?

- Something about what
Miss Parker said

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

- Something like what?
What did she say?

Something about
Lori's past, maybe?

- Uh, I'm not sure.

Look, I'll call you back, okay?

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

Miya?

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

Yeah, you know,
just figuring things out.

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

Lori said I'd never
be happy again.

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

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

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

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

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

before all this craziness
happened, you know?

- Joseph Young.

- Besides, man, Mom loved her.

She would have wanted us
to be together.

- Mom did always know
how to read people,

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

- No kidding.

[dog barking]

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

not me. Call her.

- Yeah, you're right.

- What the hell?
Whoa!

[tires screeching]

- Mark?

Mark? Mark!

[medical machines beeping]

- How is he?
- He's unresponsive.

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

and so now we just wait,

and we hope
he regains consciousness

- Do they know
how this happened?

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

went off the road.

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

- Ian, don't do
that to yourself.

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

[solemn music]

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

♪ ♪

Miya, I'm really sorry.

- You have nothing
to apologize for.

Your brother's gonna be
all right.

Okay? We all are.

Okay. Thanks, Sandra.

I'll in when I can. Bye.

- His vitals are stable,
and the results

from his CAT scan
show the bleeding has stemmed.

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

the first 24 hours are crucial,

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

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

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

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

but you really should get
some proper rest.

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

and will let you know
if anything changes. Okay?

- Okay. Thank you.

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

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

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

What about you?

- I got to follow up
with something.

- What?

- The fire that killed
Lori's father--

I found out that at some point,

the fire marshal
suspected arson.

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

I'm gonna drive out
to Bakersfield,

try to speak
with the detective,

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

- I'll be careful. Promise.

- All right.

- Love you.
- Love you.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[buzz]

- They're here, Mr. Ferguson.

- Okay. I'll be right in.

[exhales deeply]

[sinister music]

[medical machines beeping]

♪ ♪

- What I propose is
an expansion to the West Coast

with a 40% vested interest.

I think it would prove
very lucrative

to both you and the investors,

and not to mention--
[phone dings]

Excuse me.
Sorry about that.

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

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

to get a jump on the market
[phone dings]

as well as, um...

Excuse me.
I'm so sorry.

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

- Dan, why don't you take over?

♪ ♪

[machines beeping rapidly]

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

- Ian, wait up.

Everything all right?
- No.

Something's wrong
with my brother.

I have to go to the hospital.

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

They're taking him
for testing now.

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

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

- Fine. Just give me
a few more days

to take care of some things.

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

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

Go on vacation
with your fiancée.

Just take a break.

- Who's gonna take care
of my clients?

- We'll find someone.

[indistinct chatter]

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

What's going on?
Is he all right?

- He's still unresponsive,
but stable.

- Okay. I don't understand.

He was texting me.
How is that possible?

- It's possible that
he regained consciousness

for a few minutes.

He would have been disoriented,
so he likely tried

to disconnect the IV
and the machines.

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

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

He's coming around.

I'm encouraged.

- Okay.
- Okay?

- Okay. Thank you.

- Mm.

- Mark?
- Mm.

- Mark, hey, bud.

- Mm?
- You need something?

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

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

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

- The bride.
- What?

- I tried not to hit her.

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

- The bride... in the road.

She was standing there...

- Mark. Mark.

- Hi there.

I'm looking
for Detective Young.

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

I retired a couple years ago.
Who are you?

- My name's Miya Ellerson.

Sorry to just
show up like this.

I found your address
in the phone book,

thought I'd give it a shot.

- Well, that's good
detective work.

[both chuckle]

What can I do for you?

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

from 14 years ago,

a fire that killed
a man named Brady Parker.

The fire marshal suspected
arson,

but no one was ever charged.

- You with the media?

- I have a personal connection
to the family.

I know Lori Parker.

I was just wondering what
really happened to her dad.

Can you tell me
if you ever had any suspects?

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

She was a teenager at the time.

She had no involvement
in the fire.

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

- Of course she did.

Thanks anyway.

- But her sister...

[grunts]
She didn't.

- Her sister?
- Yeah, Rose Parker.

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

just not enough to convict her.

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

It was a big mistake
in my opinion.

There was something
definitely off about that girl.

[phone beeps]

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

You've been very helpful.
Thank you.

[medical machines beeping]

- Ian.

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

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

He spoke to me.

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

I don't know.
I think he was trying

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

The doctors say not to take
anything literally,

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

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

Or her sister.
- What?

- Lori has a sister.
Rose Parker.

- She never said anything to me
about a sister.

- The detective in Bakersfield
said he suspected Rose

might be
behind her father's death.

Maybe she's even crazier
than Lori.

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

why Lori always
has a perfect alibi.

[doorbell rings]

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

- Sure.

To what do I owe
this pleasant surprise?

- This isn't a social
visit, Lori.

I just want
to ask you point blank.

What the hell
have you been doing?

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

God, Miya was right.

Ever since you reappeared,
things have been falling apart.

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

- All right,
I will tell you exactly

what I told the detective.

I have no idea
what you're talking about.

All the cops here know
that I have nothing

to do with any
of your misfortunes.

- What about your sister?

[uneasy music]

- My sister.
- Rose, is it?

The one you
never told me about?

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

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

- She ran away when she was 16.

She left me to take care
of our mother

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

So you know what?
I am so sorry

that I neglected
to tell you about her,

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

anymore the day she left.

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

- I burned them.

- Really?
- Uh-huh.

- I think you're lying.

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

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

- Ian.
- What?

- You should really watch
your threatening tone with me.

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

- You are crazy. You are crazy.

- We need to end this.

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

The 405 is officially
my worst nightmare.

- I have so much to tell you.

Ian went and saw Lori
this morning.

- Wow. What happened?

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

- Okay. Well, keep me posted.

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

- When did you get those done?

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

the other day.
Aren't they cute?

- A rose.
- Yeah.

- She likes my nails.
- [chuckles]

- I was just thinking,

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

How come I never hear you talk
about your family?

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

- How about your brothers
and sisters?

- I don't have any.

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

- You know so much about me,

and I don't know
anything about you.

- Okay. Would you
like me to tell you

every little detail of my life?

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

Is that your name? Rose?

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

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

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

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

and now you're accusing me?
Of what?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Come on, Miya!

[door slams]

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

I was at the police station.

- Is everything okay?
What happened with Lori?

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

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

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

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

You're going home
after work, right?

- Yeah. Ian...
- Yeah?

- Is it bad to think
that Sandra is Rose?

- At this point,
I'd believe anything.

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

Lori is definitely behind this.

So you stay away
from her, okay?

I'll see you as soon as I can.

- Okay. Bye.

[line trilling]

- Brentcliff Mausoleum.

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

and special events
there this afternoon?

- Let me just check.

No, the facility
is empty today.

- Wonderful.
Thank you.

She just picks
and picks and picks.

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

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

I don't want your mom
at the wedding.

- You can't say stuff
like that.

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

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

- What?
- It's for the best.

I don't make you happy.

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

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

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

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

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

I'm really sorry. I'm sorry.

- No. No. You're confused.

By your mother, by your job.

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

You know how I know?

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

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

Are you happy now, Ian?

[soft music playing]

♪ ♪

- Hey. You okay?

- Yeah.

Um, I have to follow up
with something.

You got this?
- Yeah, sure.

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

and then I can close
for you if you want.

- Thanks.

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

[gate creaking]

♪ ♪

Caroline?
- What are you doing here?

- I should be asking you that.

- I came by to check on Lori.

I figured I could help you out,
you know?

Catch her in the act,
like we talked about.

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

- Rose?
- Don't worry.

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

- Miya, I was trying
to help you.

Why don't you believe me?

- It all makes sense now,
why you started

working for me
right when I got engaged.

- That's just a coincidence.

- Give me my phone.

[both panting]

- Wait!

Miya.
Miya, stop, please. Just stop.

- [grunts]

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

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

What do we do?

- We go ahead with the plan.

[phone ringing]

Ian. He just made this easier.

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

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

when I am so close
to getting what I wanted?

You know me better than that.

What are you doing?

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

- Rose, I know you're scared,

but I will protect you,

like I always have,

when Mom wouldn't,

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

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

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

We are always there
for each other.

It's us against
everyone else, right?

And if one of us gets hurt,

the other one is
always there, right?

Yeah.

And Rose, he hurt me real bad,

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

And no one is ever
gonna suspect a thing.

Do you know why?

Because it's a perfect plan.

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

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

His mother is dead,
his brother is broken,

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

after we go to
the Brentcliff Mausoleum

and make Ian pay
for what he's done.

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

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

- Are you saying you have
a conscience

about killing someone,

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

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

- Okay. That's fine.

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

But Rose,
we're doing this together,

or I swear,
I will never protect you again.

Thanks.

[phone dings]

[muffled grunts]

Here.

Let's go.

[door opens, closes]

[thudding]

- [muffled sobs]

[thudding]

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[muffled grunting]

Stop! Please! Stop!

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

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

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

I need a ride
to the Brentcliff Mausoleum.

- The mausoleum?
- Yes, please.

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

- Okay. Okay.

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

- Miya?

Miya, is that you?

Lori?

Lori!

Lori, wait!

Lori, where's Miya?

Lori, stop!

♪ ♪

Lori!

Where's Miya?

Lori what the hell did you do?

What is going on?

What have you done with Miya?

- She's not here, Ian,
obviously.

It's just you and me.

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

- I don't know
what this is about,

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

That's right where I want you.

You see,
it'll be so much more dramatic

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

Of course you would have
some remorse for killing Miya.

You know, leaving her body
behind at your house,

that was just so sloppy.

- Please.

Lori, she has nothing
to do with us.

- Us? There is no us.

You took care of that
when you broke my heart.

Oh!
Are you freaking out right now?

Is the thought of Miya
lying there

in a pool of her own blood
making you sad?

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

At least for a minute.

Catch.

Drink it.

She's as good
as dead anyway, Ian.

Just do it.

Okay. This is simple.

You can either drink that,

or I will put a bullet
in your heart.

Your call.

[gunshot]

Don't make me
shoot this thing again.

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

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

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

- Let him go, Lori.
- Miya!

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

- Miya, get out of here.

- Rose!

Cut her!

Do it!

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

The fire that killed
your father was an accident,

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

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

Look, you can't get away
with this.

- Kill her!

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

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

I will make you burn
for what you did.

[music intensifies]

♪ ♪

- [grunts]

[groans]

- [screams]

Rose!

You bitch!

- [grunts]

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

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

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

[sirens wailing]

[indistinct chatter]

[cheers and applause]

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

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

- Me too.
- With a little less drama.

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

- I love you too.

- [clears throat]
So what do you say?

Should we hit the pub?

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

- Oh.

- Oh! [laughs]

- Great catch!

[soft, romantic music]

♪ ♪

- Come on.

[cheers and applause]

[unsettling music]

♪ ♪