Tell Me a Story (2018–…): Season 2, Episode 9 - Favorite Son - full transcript

Previously on Tell Me a Story...

I want to perform again.

We're doing this.
Just me and my guitar.

I can't let you do this.
It's not safe.

I'm a performer. I'll
never truly be safe.

Nashville PD wants me back.

I would never leave you
unless I knew you were safe

and in good hands.

Ashley! Ashley, where you at?

You do not come into
this house screaming.

Just let me leave! Then you'll
never have to see me again.



First-timer?

I wish.
Welcome back.

What is she doing here?

We're family. Sit.

You know I'm not buying
your act.

The good stepmother.

Oh, it's okay.
I'm not buying

the good stepdaughter one,
either.

I know about the affair.

Cora knew about it, too.
She was murdered

because she had photos
of the two of you.

You changed the trust.
Tomorrow, I want

the original copy.
If not, I go public.

Please, call me Rachel.



Maddie. It's nice to meet you.

What's going on?

It's Brendan.

I haven't heard from him
in two days.

I'm gonna find Tucker,

and I will call you as soon

as I hear anything, okay?

Tucker, we need to talk.

My name isn't Rachel.

It's Olivia.

Where's Tucker?
I'll tell you where he is.

But first,
I should tell you who he is.

What the fuck is happening?

I know how you feel.

Your world spinning.

It's the same as I felt

when Tucker abducted me.

This is Tucker's.

It's a sedative.

He uses it to incapacitate

his victims.

I was right outside my house

when he jammed it into my neck.

Why are you doing this?

What the fuck was that?

That...

is Tucker.

Take me to him.

Now.

He's down here.

First door on the left.

You go first.

I'm not afraid to use this.

Maddie?

Maddie? Get out of here now!

Maddie?

No. No!

No. What have you done?!

Maddie, wake up.

Honey, wake up.
Wake up. Wake up.

Wake...

You really shouldn't
have come here.

Pupils are slightly dilated.

You're lucky to be alive.

Let's take you to the hospital
and get you checked out.

No, that's not gonna
be necessary.

Mr. Morris, you were hit
by a moving vehicle.

It's likely
that you have a concussion.

Yeah, don't bother

trying to talk any sense
into this guy.

He's the most stubborn man
on the planet.

Hey.
Hi.

You got horseshoes up
your ass, you know that?

Just a hard head.

Any luck tracking down that car?
No.

We ran the partial you gave us.

Yeah?
Plates were stolen.

Oh, fuck. This wasn't a
random hit-and-run, Beau.

Person who sent you that threat

just tried to kill you.
We don't know that for sure.

I've more than my share
of enemies these days.

You don't think
the timing's a bit suspicious?

I'm just saying I'm not
ruling anything out.

And I'm saying you need
to go home and get some rest.

But first, you need to convince
Ashley to cancel the concert.

It's too dangerous.

I can't.

It's not my call.

Well, then, I hope you have one
hell of a plan to keep her safe,

because this person
is not going to stop.

Oh, wow, speaking at a meeting.

It has been a while.

Be honest. How bad was I?

I thought you were great.

Really?
Yeah.

I mean, I love
that you compared life

to a one-four-five
chord progression.

Stuff was just coming out.

Not even sure what I said.

Well, at least this time,

it wasn't the drinking
that did it.

Hey, Donna, thank you.

For what?

For making me feel welcome.

Maybe don't thank me just yet.

I knew who you were
before we started to talk.

I knew your father.

That figures.

All right, so how
much did he owe you?

No. Not like that.

Truth is... is I owe him.

More than I can say.

Which is why I was wondering

if you were looking
for a sponsor.

'Cause I'd be happy
to be yours if you want.

Yeah, sure. That'd be great.

Yeah?
Yeah.

All right. Give me
your phone, music man.

Oh. Here.

Now, don't you go
abusing this, all right?

I don't want you calling me
looking for a date.

You hear me?
Yes, ma'am.

Geez,

something's happening.

I mean, I heard

the sirens during the meeting.

Oh. Says here that
some big deal lawyer fell off

a building downtown.

Clay Callaway.

What, you know him?

Uh, not exactly.

Thank you. We'll be in touch.

Okay.

Should be aware
of tomorrow morning's commute.

Unexpected street closures
may cause

longer than usual
transportation time

due to a shocking event.

Tragedy struck downtown
Nashville earlier tonight

when prominent local lawyer
Clay Callaway

fell from the 28th floor

of his office building.

Authorities have yet
to rule out foul play

and are asking
for anyone with information

to contact them.

Callaway was
the managing partner

of his firm,

Callaway, Crawford and Fenning,

and is survived by his wife
and two daughters.

Thank God you're okay.

Maddie. Maddie.

Maddie. Hey, hey.

I know you're scared,
but I'm gonna take care of you.

Don't. Don't touch me.

Don't touch me.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God. Everything
she said was true.

No, you can't believe a word
she's saying. She's a...

She's a liar.

Did you rape her?

No! No, of course not.

Maddie, I know you have a lot
of questions, but we just need

to focus on getting you
out of here.

Don't you fucking touch me!

Maddie! Listen to me!
Hey!

I am not the one
you need to be afraid of.

Please.

Morning.

Olivia, let Maddie go.

She has nothing to do with this.

This is between me and you.

Before we begin, you should know

that I used your phone
to text your mother.

I told her that you two
needed some time alone.

She wishes you luck.

Olivia, listen to me.

I am so sorry for what
you've been put through.

I had no idea what Tucker

was doing here.

I can tell.

You really didn't
know him, did you?

We'll get to that.

No, you don't understand.

I'm on your side.

You do not have

to do this.
You're wasting your breath.

She doesn't care.

What do you want?

Think of this as therapy.

It's a chance for me
to learn about you

and for you to learn
about each other.

All I ask is that you're honest.

Or what?

You first.

Maddie wants to know.

Where's Brendan?

Tucker.

Answer her.

Where is Brendan?

Dead.

- Brendan's dead.
- How?

Did you kill him?
No.

Olivia's the one who killed him.

What did I say?

- Tell the truth.
- I am.

If it weren't for you,
Brendan would still be alive.

You're lying.

I'm not. And if you think I am,

why don't you come over here
and do something about it?

You should have kept both
of my hands chained up,

because if you get
anywhere near me or Maddie,

I will fucking kill you.

And you tell yourself
you're not a monster.

Mrs. Garland,
I'm Detective Roberts.

This is Detective Chapman.

Can we have a word with you?

About what?

We'd like to talk to you
about Clay Callaway.

We have some questions
for you and your family.

Mom, what is it?

Get your brother and
meet me in my office.

I can't believe it.

I...

I had a meeting with him
yesterday, and he was fine.

Mrs. Garland, your relationship
with Mr. Callaway

was not strictly professional,

isn't that right?

You must admit,

the timing is troubling.

Your husband, then
your business manager, Cora.

Now Clay?

All three dead?

Why would I want Clay dead?

Well, one theory is

you wanted to control
your husband's business.

Once you achieved that,
you had to tie up loose ends.

Is that your theory
or my stepdaughter's?

I'm tired of this. All right?

Simone has been making up lies
about us

ever since she got back.

My son's right.

With Simone's questionable past,
I would think

you'd want to talk to her.

She is absolutely a
person of interest.

We know she had
an appointment scheduled

with Mr. Callaway
shortly before he fell.

Then why are you here?

Why aren't you out looking
for Simone?

We put out an APB.

But I was told
she currently resides here.

Simone never came home
last night.

So you haven't heard from her

since yesterday?

No, ma'am.

But if she contacts us,

we'll let you know.

If there's nothing else?

Just one last question.

Where were you last night?

I was home.

We all were.

Isn't that right, boys?

The whole night.
We were right here.

Well, that's good to know.

We'll be in touch.

I hope they find Simone soon
and lock that bitch up for good.

Song & Stylemagazine
will be asking

the majority of the questions.

I also invited a couple of
local news outlets to join us.

And they'll stick with
the approved questions?

If they don't,
I'll show them the door.

Don't worry, Mom.

I got this.

They're waiting for you
in the living room.

We can get started now.

Ashley,
mind if I take some stills?

Yes. Of course.

I want my fans to see me
as I really am.

Ashley,

it's only been a few months

since the bombing that
almost took your life.

Why return to the
stage so quickly?

So few of us are lucky enough
to do something we love.

For me, performing
is like coming home.

I can't wait
to get back out there.

What can you tell us
about the show tomorrow?

Going back to the basics.

Intimate.

Unplugged.
Not what fans

have come to expect from
an Ashley Rose concert.

Well, this is a new side of me.

These last few months,
I've been through a lot.

It's changed me.

I hope my fans understand that.

Rumor has it you've been
working on some new material?

Yes. A new song.

During my recovery,

I read a good deal
about other burn survivors.

Their stories inspired me
to write about my own journey.

It's been the hardest thing
I've ever written.

But also the most rewarding.

I really wanted to dig deep
and look inside myself.

Complete honesty.
Ashley,

after your last performance,
your car being blown up,

I have to ask, do you
fear for your safety

getting back onstage again?

Being in the public eye,

there's always gonna be people
who hate you,

wish you harm.

But I can't let them
chase me away.

I'm surrounded by
the best security team there is.

With them,
I don't have to be afraid.

I can concentrate on the music,

trust them to keep me safe.

911. What's your emergency?

Hi. Yeah, I'm calling
about a hit-and-run last night.

I'm sure
I'm just being paranoid,

but I saw one of my neighbors
pull into his driveway

and his windshield
was all messed up.

Okay. Please hold.

Yes, I'll hold.

Don't worry.

I'm alone.

Thanks for coming.

I know how it looks,
but I didn't kill Clay.

Simone... I went to his office.

I wanted him to come
clean about Veronica.

We talked, and then I left.

I was halfway to my car
when I saw him fall.

I believe you. I do.

But how can you be sure
that Clay didn't jump?

I'm almost certain
someone followed me there.

I keep thinking,

your mom doesn't like
getting her hands dirty,

but Ron does.

He's always hated me,

and now this is his chance
to get rid of me.

But I don't have any proof.

What aren't you telling me?

Derek, you came here
for a reason. What is it?

What do you know?

I lied.

To you.

To the cops.

The night Cora died,
Ron wasn't with me.

I don't know where he was.

I don't understand.

Ron treats you like shit.

Why do you keep
covering for him?

He's family.

How many more people are
you gonna let him hurt?

You're right.

We should go to the cops,

tell 'em what we know
and that I lied.

It will still be his
word against ours.

What I need is proof,

something I can take to the cops

that proves Ron
was behind it all.

Then this can finally be over.

We can go back to
our normal lives.

You really think
that's possible?

I do.

But I can't do it alone.

Will you help me?

We need to talk.

In case you've forgotten,
I have a business to run.

We'll talk later.
Look,

you can't ignore this.

Clay's a big deal in town,

and the cops aren't
gonna let this go.

I'm sure
they'll find Simone soon.

And what if they don't?

Last night, I woke up
in the middle of the night,

and I could have sworn I heard
your car pull into the drive.

That's bullshit.

I was home all night.

All I'm saying is,

if you did something,

if things got out of hand,

you can tell me.

You know I didn't kill Clay.

Or anybody else.

I want to believe that.

But I've seen your temper,

and I know
what you did to Simone.

Is that what you're
gonna tell the cops

if they come back
asking more questions?

Of course not.

You're my son.Good.

Because we both know that
the wife is always a suspect.

And so is the mistress.

There's a lot that I could
tell them about you, too.

Is that a threat?

Course not, Mom.

It's just a reminder that
we're both in this together.

Hey, man.

Mr. Pruitt.

Jackson.

Hi, Mom.

I take it
you're here to see Ashley?

Believe it or not,
I came to talk to you.

About the other night.

Why?

Things never change

between us.

Maybe it could.

You think I like this?

Being at odds with
you all the time?

Mm.

You think I hate you.

You think I blame you.

I don't.

You don't get it.

You're my favorite.

Mothers aren't supposed
to have favorites.

But you're my firstborn,
and that is special.

I love you.

And it kills me to see you
suffer the way that you do.

I went to a meeting last night.

I got a sponsor.

You've been to a lot
of first meetings.

And I am hopeful that you
will make it to a second.

Sorry.

It's my sponsor.

I got to go.

It's gonna be different
this time, Mom.

Fuck!

Maddie.

Maddie, please.

Look at me.

I'm not gonna hurt you.

I'm gonna help us
get out of here.

Tucker, what the fuck
is happening?

I told you.

Olivia killed Brendan.

And then she kept me locked
down here for days.

That is bullshit!

You abducted her.

This is your house.

The fucking chains.

The soundproofing?

It's not what you think.

Then what is it?

Oh, my God.

Is this about your sister?

Anna helped me sleep.

I just...

needed some sleep.

How many other women
did you do this to?

Two.
What?

Two others.

Did you kill them?

Did you kill them?

Look, Maddie, Maddie, listen.

Don't fucking touch me!
Listen, I know you...

I know you hate me
right now,

but I love you.

And I never lied to you
about that.

And I would never hurt you.

But Olivia will.

So right now,

we just need to work together
to try to get out of here.

And you
expect me to trust you?

What other choice do you have?

Hey.

Hey.

You okay?
Uh, yeah.

I'll be fine. Um, I just
need you to do another sweep

of the backyard.
You got it.

Thank you.

Jeff, what was that I just saw?

Jeff?

Ashley.

Help me! Help me!

No. No, no, no.

Save me, please! Beau!

Beau!

Oh. Oh.

Oh.

Uh...

Hey, Gwen, this is, uh...

It's not really a good time.

You okay?

No. No, I'm not. I'm starting to
think that you were right. I...

I don't think
I can keep her safe. I...

I think we need
to cancel this concert.

Or maybe not.
We made an arrest.

Who? How-how did you find them?

We got a tip
on the car that hit you.

Patrol went to go check it out,
and they caught the mother lode.

Bombs, blueprints, you name it.

Who was it?

His name is Raymond Fisher.

Textbook paranoid with a record

for aggravated assault
and battery.

He was friends with Dylan Young.

Dylan's girlfriend gave us
his name as a possible suspect.

What's his connection to Ashley?

We're not sure yet,
but there's evidence

he was obsessed with Ashley...
A lot of it.

And has he confessed?

Not yet, but Beau,

it's over.

I don't know how to thank you.

I owe you.

Thank you.

Ashley, Ms. Pruitt.

What happened to you?
Are you okay?

Oh, I'm fine.

Listen, I just got off the phone
with Detective Roberts and...

they've made an arrest.

Are you serious?
I can't believe I'm saying this,

but, uh... it's over.

Oh.

Oh.

Here it is.

Uh-oh.

Oh, God, we
were so young.

How did you two meet?

I don't know.
One dive bar or another.

We were all doing
the same thing back then.

Singing, drinking, repeat.

It was a lot of fun,
I'll tell you that.

I mean, until it wasn't.

What happened?

I just got sick
of singing backup.

You know?
It was looking like

the spotlight was never
gonna happen for me, so...

I quit.

But your dad was
the one who found me

in whatever woe-is-me
drunken hole

I'd buried myself in,

and he pulled me out.Hmm.

Convinced me
to not give up on my dreams.

I got sober for a hot minute,

formed a band.

We were good, too.

Why'd you stop?

I was a single mom,

and I didn't want my kid to be
raised in a bar like I was.

Hmm.

Wow.

What? Every story
I've ever heard

about my dad usually ends
with "that son of a bitch."

I'm just not used to hearing

good things about him.

And you're the spitting image
of him, you know that?

Inside and out.

Mm. Wait.

Oh.

Robbie may have had his demons
and lost his way at times, but

his heart was always
in the right place.

I got a feeling yours is, too.

This is Simone. Leave a message.

Hey, Simone. It's Jackson.

I know you may not want
to hear from me, but...

you're not
getting rid of me that easy.

Got to be quick.

What exactly
are you looking for?

Anything that could connect
Ron to Clay or Cora's murder.

Okay, you take upstairs.

I'll keep watch down here
in case anyone comes home.

Thank you.

Cora.

Hello?

Thought you were going out.

Forgot my phone. Why
the fuck do you care?

I don't.

Yo. Hey.

Uh... I-I'm...

I'm a little worried about Mom.

It's too
much... all of this stuff.

Losing Dad and all the stuff
going on with the cops.

You know
she's not here right now.

You don't have to kiss her ass.

Tucker, stop.

Move over.

Neither one of us are getting
out of here without each other.

When I say go, you pull.

Okay?
All right.

Pull!

Uh, stop, stop, stop, stop.

Oh, God.

I know what we need to do.

My hand is too big.

So I need you to...
break my thumb

so I can slip free.

God.
You can do it.

Just don't think about it.

Come on.

Grab my thumb.

Hey.

Just don't
think about it.

I can't!
You have to.

You have to! Just do it!

Damn it.
Do it!

I can't.

Good news. I found the
keys to your gun safe.

Where were we?

Celebrating, are we?

It still doesn't feel real.

I'm just glad that
you're finally safe.

Can I pour you a glass?

Yeah.

A small one.

Still technically on duty.

Just a few more days.

Made your decision yet?

About going back to the force?

To be honest, I haven't really
had much time to think about it.

You always said
you loved being a cop.

Plus, I bet you look really hot

in that uniform.

I'll take it.

You know,

whatever happens, uh...

I'm not going anywhere.

You know that, right?

It's good to hear.

Cheers.

Can I ask you something?

Yeah.

I would really like to
take you on a proper date.

Okay.

What do you have in mind?

I thought we could
go for a stroll

through the botanical gardens
and maybe head back to my place

for a homecooked meal.

You cook?
I do.

Well, okay.

What's your specialty?
Uh, beef Bourguignon.

Mm, French. Of course.

For dessert?

Well, I'm sure
we could think of something.

Down by two scores. 24 to 13.

Hello?

Hello?

Who is that?

Hey, brother.

Ron.

You're drunk.
Go sleep it off, man.

Where is everyone?
Where's Mom?

Haven't seen her.

We got to talk.

Now you want to talk.

I fucked up bad, D.

I should have never
listened to Mom.

But she made it seem so easy.

All we had to do
was change the trust.

That's it. Now,
all these people are dead,

and I don't know what to do.

And what the hell
do you want from me?

All this time,
I thought it was Simone,

and now I'm not sure.

I think... I think Mom's trying
to pin this shit on me.

What is that?

That's a screw
from the air vent in my room.

I think she was in there. Mom?

Doing what?

I don't fucking know,
but I can't let this happen.

You sound paranoid.

Do you think she won't
sell us both out

the first chance she gets?

Don't say that.
It's fucking true!

All she does is
think about herself.

And you're too blind to see it!

Me and you, we can get
ahead of this, all right?

We can go to the cops

and tell them what Mom's done
with Frank's trust,

and how she orchestrated
all of this shit.

You want to turn our own mother
in to the cops?

And what if you're wrong?

I'm not.

Now, are you with me or not?

Hmm?

Hmm?!

You really shouldn't have
threatened Mom.

Where the fuck
did you get a gun?

I tried to stay out of it.

I tried.

But Frank said
he was gonna leave Mom.

He was gonna
leave her with nothing.

You killed Frank.

I tried to reason with him.

I wanted him to understand

what he would do to Mom
if he left.

How badly he would destroy her.

But he said he didn't care.

Like you,
he didn't give a shit

what would happen to her.

Just put the gun down,
and you and I,

we can-we can
figure this out. I already have.

What? You gonna shoot me?

The cops will know it was you.

No, they won't.

Not if there's not a body.

Once you disappear,
the cops will just

assume you did it and ran.

You've always been
such an asshole.

Nobody will think twice.

I know you.

You're not gonna shoot me.

You're gonna do exactly
what I say.

Now, give me the go...

This is Chapman.
I'm at 134 Lake View Lane.

I've got a lead on Brendan Park.

His wife reported him missing.

I'm gonna take a closer look.

Copy that, Detective. 10-4.

Maddie...

how does a smart, successful,
beautiful attorney

fall for this lying,
manipulative psychopath?

The brooding writer thing,
was that too hard to resist?

Just leave her alone.

What about you?

What makes her so special?

Did you seriously never consider

abducting her?
No.

Never.

Why?

She has dark hair, same as Anna.

Same as me.

Why not take her and spare me?

Because she saved me.

The day we met,

in the park by the river...

I was in a dark place.

I hadn't slept in weeks.

And I'd read that drowning was
just like going to sleep.

And then Maddie said hello.

It was like she was
the first person

in a long time to really see me.

And then she asked
if I had ever seen

such a beautiful day.

It was not a beautiful day.

It was cold,
and it was overcast.

But that's not how she saw it.

And I knew right then
that I wanted

to see the world through her eyes.

And I wanted what we had

to be enough.

But it never was.

Because you need to control
and dominate.

I get it.

It's who we are.

I told you...

you and I are nothing alike.

I love Maddie.

Not enough to stop killing.

Be honest, Tucker,
you're just like me.

We're both trying to be normal.

To have relationships
and make them work.

But they never do.

Because we always end up
in the same place.

Putting ourselves first.

If it came down to it,

now that Maddie knows
who you really are,

would you let her live?

We have company.

For his sake,

I wouldn't make any noise.

Hey.Evening. Can I help you?

I'm Detective Chapman.

We're investigating
a missing person.

Is Mr. Reed at home?
No.

Unfortunately, he stepped out.
Can I have him call you?

Would you mind if I come in?

No. Of course not.
Come on in.

Thank you.

All right, Maddie,
this is our chance.

We have to get out of here.

Okay, on the count of three,

I want you to pull down
with all your weight.

Okay. You can do this.
Are you ready?

Yeah.

One...

Two...

Three!

Oh, God!

Okay, all right, pull it off.
Pull it off.

Do it.

Oh, my God.

What are you doing?

I got to get you out
of these cuffs.

All right, come here.

Come here.
Come on. Come on.

Fuck.

We're looking for a man
named Brendan Park.

His wife reported him
missing. Uh...

we have reason to believe
that Mr. Reed was

the last person to see him.

Um, sorry, I don't know
anything about that.

What's your relationship
to Mr. Reed?

I'm, uh, a friend.

Your name wouldn't happen
to be Olivia, would it?

No. Rachel.

Would you mind showing me
some ID?

Of course. Wait one second.

Let me find it.

I know all women say this,

but I swear, I can't find
anything in this bag.

Yeah, my wife,
she says the...

Wa-Wait...

Gunshot. Go.

Go!

Fuck.

Come on.

I'm trying.

Honey?
That you?

Mom.

Jesus! You scared me.

So how did it go?

Did you meet with Jackson?

I did.

And?

I'm working on it.

Are you?

All you had to do was
get me access backstage.

And I'll get it from him.
I just need a little more time.

Trust me.

I don't trust anybody.

I'll do it myself.