A Chef's Deadly Revenge (2024)

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(tires screeching)

(tires screeching)

(tires screeching)

(tires screeching)

(breathing heavily)

(gasping)

Man:

You can't run anymore, Lucy.



(man singing Italian

lounge music)



Fire two gnocchi

and one ravioli.

Two gnocchi, one ravioli. Heard.





Chef: What is that?

Right.

Add a bit of salt. That dish

should sing, not whisper.

- Yes.

- Yep.

Sous chef:

Adding some punch.



(Italian music fades)

(menacing music swells)



Sous chef 2: Behind.

Yeah.

Sous chef:

Behind, Chef.

Mm-hmm.

Someone left this for you.

Oh, it's my office key.

I couldn't find

that this morning.

Where was it?





Woman: Are you sure it wasn't in

your office or in your car?

You still have some

unpacked boxes in your car.

No. It was in the nightstand,

right beside my bed, I know it.

Yeah, you should

report that, Luce.

How did he

find out where I live?

It can't be Ayden,

that's impossible.

Well, who else would it be?

I mean, you think

there's someone else?

Well...

you are

a celebrity, Luce.

I mean, this happens to

celebrities all the time, right?

Yes.

Okay, here's

what's gonna happen:

you are gonna

stay over tonight,

and in the morning,

we're gonna do two things, okay?

We're gonna

file a police report,

and we're gonna get

a security system installed

in both your house

and the restaurant. Okay?

Now...

can we talk about how

amazing opening night was?

It was pretty great, right?

Pretty great?

Everyone loved your food.

I wonder if any of

the critics showed up.

Well, if they did,

they're gonna say that you were

only open a couple of hours

and you k*lled it!

It was a team effort.

Oh, come on.

Take the credit, Lucy.

This is your baby.

You turned a three-star

restaurant

that went bankrupt

into a soon-to-be

Michelin-star

gastronomical establishment?

Okay, let's not get

ahead of ourselves.

But I do like

the sound of that.

Me, too.

(light buzzing)

Hey, you're safe here.

Okay?

What you need is a warm bath and

to finish that glass of wine.

All right? Come on.

Come on!

Atta girl.

(glasses clinking)

Dang, girl!

(chuckling)

Oh! Whoo!

(chuckling)

Oh... yeah.

I'm gonna have another.

More, please.

This is my house.

- (knocking)

- Man: Hello?

- (knocking)

- Hello? Chef Lucy?

- Greg?

- Megan?

Greg, is that you?

Megan, I forgot the code.

Greg, we're going to need to

tattoo this on your palm.

(beeping)

Thank you. Why does it even

lock from the inside, anyway?

Like, what's the point

of that?

Because last week, we had a

couple of unexpected visitors

and Japanese A5 Wagyu

costs $1,000 a pound. Capiche?

Capiche.

- Memorize it.

- I will.

- Megan: Thank you, Chef.

- Thank you, Chef.

- It won't happen again, okay?

- Megan: It better not.

(sighing, chuckling)

Hey. So?

Oh, I didn't file a report,

but I did make an appointment

with that security company

for the restaurant

and my house.

Good. Good.

I do still want you to file

a police report, though.

I will.

I'm serious, Lucy.

I'm gonna keep bugging

you until you do it.

I know you will.

I promise.

- Megan: Okay.

- 'Kay.

I'm gonna go for a walk

and just get some fresh air

before I start.

Yeah.

I'm pretty sure I got this.

- Okay.

- Okay.

(sighing)

(sighing)

(phone vibrating)

Hi.

Hello.

(chuckling)

Hi.

- (dog whining)

- Oh...

Man:

No friend of your own?

Excuse me?

You don't have a dog.

Oh. No.

I wish, though.

I just work too much;

I wouldn't be around.

Kind of like therapy,

right?

Honestly.

Oh...

I'm Frank.

Lucy.

That's Crouton.

Hi, Crouton.

Never seen you here before.

Yeah,

I just moved a few weeks ago.

I work

not far from here.

I know.

You're all over the news.

I recognized you right away.

You're the owner and chef

of that new restaurant.

Right.

You're not open for lunch?

It's 11:30.

You should probably

be getting back now.

Lucy:

Right.

It was nice meeting you.

- Morning.

- Hey.

Hey.

You good?

Yeah, good.

You sure?

I just had this...

weird interaction

with this...

strange guy at the park.

Anyway, yeah,

that and my phone being a

time-travelling therapist

and bringing up memories that

I would really rather forget.

Hey, he's gone now,

and you're never going to have

to see him ever again. Okay?

You're right.

I know.

I'm always right.

You should know that by now.

(sighing)

Yes. Okay.

(sighing)

(thudding)





(sighing)

(exhaling sharply)



Hey, Dad. It's me.

Sorry I missed

all of your calls.

Things have just been

really hectic lately.

It turns out opening

a new restaurant

is kind of like

riding a unicycle

while juggling

flaming spatulas.

Yeah. Um...

Give me a call back.

I really need to talk to you.

Okay, love you. Bye.

(exhaling sharply)



(drill whirring)



(phone ringing)

Hey, Dad.

Hey, Luce.

How are you doing?

Sorry I missed

your phone calls.

That's okay. No worries.

Dad:

Don't lie to me.

I have spidey senses

when it comes to

the sound of your voice.

Oh, you sounded upset.

What's going on?

Oh, everything's fine.

I just, uh...

You know, I've been working

really long hours,

and I haven't really been

talking to you lately,

so I just wanted

to check in

and make sure

everything was all right.

Dad:

That's my job.

Look...

I was talking to Megan,

and she thinks that, uh,

you need to see someone.

Oh, really?

She... thinks

you need help.

Well, I do

need help, actually.

You know,

I could use two more cooks

and two more waiters

for the restaurant.

Is Megan willing

to cover their salary?

Dad: You know what she means,

not that kind of help.

With everything

that's gone on with Ayden...

Dad, I'm fine.

I promise you,

I'm over him.

And I'm installing security

cameras at the restaurant,

so I'll be safe.

You don't need to

worry about anything.

Hey, Dad, I'm so sorry,

I gotta go.

But I'll call

you back, okay?

(phone chiming)

Okay, I'm not crazy;

there is someone following me.

Who?

The guy that was

here on opening night.

You know, he broke into

the office and my house.

The origami man?

Yes. Look, I bumped

into him at the park, okay?

He said he recognized me,

and then he tapped his watch.

I think that he wants me

to know it was him.

- (sighing)

- Don't look at me like that.

I know you think I'm freaking

out for no reason, but I'm not.

I don't think you're

freaking out for no reason.

But I do think that you're

linking things together

that don't need

to be linked together.

Okay, so, you think

it's a coincidence?

The watch and the photos?

I don't know what to think,

Luce, I don't.

But I, uh,

was recently reading

this article about

paranoid delusions.

Okay, I am not delusional.

And the last thing

I need is advice

from a fashion magazine.

You can make fun

of it all you want,

but there's actually some

pretty good stuff in there.

I think you should

look into it.

You know, it happens, people

develop hypervigilance

as a coping mechanism and,

honestly, you have every right

to feel paranoid.

Like, he literally

tracked you,

monitored all of your calls

and all of your texts.

Ayden was a monster.

Anyone would feel on edge.

I think you missed

your calling, Dr. Cosmo,

could have been a therapist.

Ugh.

I prefer chopping vegetables

than handling people's

emotional salad.

Blech.

Okay, well,

I won't bother you

with my

emotional salads anymore.

Hey.

That's not what I meant.

I know.

Let's just focus on service.

(exhaling sharply)



Greg, can I get

that rosemary, please?

Greg: Yes, Chef.

- Chef, behind.

- Thank you.

(man singing Italian

lounge music)

(menacing music swells)

Megan: Hey, are you sure you

don't want me to come over?

Lucy:

I'll be all right.

Megan: All right, so,

I'll see you tomorrow?

Lucy: Yeah.

Megan: Call me

if you need anything, okay?

- Lucy: I will.

- Megan: Promise?

Lucy:

I will. I promise.



You know what?

I am done running.



What?

You got a problem?

(tires screeching)



(door closing)

Aren't you supposed

to be at work?

Lucy: Look.

He left this for me

at the restaurant.

I'm not even sure

what I'm looking at.

It's a dismembered

mannequin in a wheelbarrow,

like a dismembered body.

He left a note.

I mean,

the man is a psycho, okay?

He's trying to scare me

for some sick twisted reason,

like it's his

only mission in life.

I mean he follows me everywhere

and then he just disappears.

I mean, it's all

a game to him.

And I think he's the one who's

been messing with the building

this entire time.

Okay, like,

the meat theft on the weekend

and the power outage

last week?

You know, Lucy,

I don't care what you say,

I'm gonna call the police.

Lucy: No, they're not

gonna do anything.

Well, I'll make them.

They can't just let

this guy harass you, Lucy.

No, I tried with Ayden

and they didn't care.

Okay? I mean,

it was humiliating.

We need to report this.

- (exhaling sharply)

- (phone line ringing)

Hi. Yeah, I would like

to file a police report

on behalf of my friend.

She says

that there's this guy

that's been following her around

at her restaurant and her home,

and she's just--

she's freaked out.

Megan:

Her name is Lucy Gerhard.

She owns Evoo restaurant.

Great. Thank you.

(exhaling sharply)

They said that they're gonna

come by the restaurant tomorrow,

take a look around

and ask you a few questions.

I'm gonna deal

with this myself.

Did you just hear

what I said?

Lucy, the police are going to

take care of this, all right?

That's their job.

I am so sick and tired of

feeling like a victim,

and I'm going to give this guy

a dose of his own medicine.

Megan:

No, you're not!

You're not!

You're not a doctor.

You're not a cop.

You are a chef.

You are going to cook your

butt off and that is it, okay?

I want to make this guy feel

how he's been making

me feel this entire time -

violated.

Okay?

He is a sad little man

that needs to stop

following women around.

I mean, this is what he wants,

it's what he thrives off of,

is seeing fear

in our eyes.

It's sick.

You're scaring me, Lucy.

You're sounding a little

unhinged right now.

- I'm doing this.

- Luce... Luce!

Megan: God!

Lucy, don't.

(sighing)

(camera shutter clicking)

(camera shutter clicking)



(exhaling sharply)

Tables are about

to turn, Frank.

- (ratchet clicking)

- (phone vibrating)

(phone vibrating)

Dad: Hey.

How are you?

Hey, Dad. I'm good.

How are you?

Dad: I'm fine.

Where are you?

I'm just buying some

home improvement stuff.

Dad:

The real estate agent said

that your house

was move-in ready.

What are you improving?

Just this and that.

I'm worried about you.

Don't be worried.

I'm fine.

Dad:

You're sure?

Yes, I'm sure.

Dad: Okay.

(sighing)

I love you, sweetie.

Okay.

I love you, too.

- Bye.

- (call ending)

You're seriously gonna

pretend like nothing happened?

I'm sorry.

That's it?

Look, he came by

my place again last night.

- Wait. Seriously?

- Yes.

Did the police

stop by in the morning?

- Mm-hmm.

- Well, what'd they say?

I mean, the usual.

They asked me what my name was,

a few questions about

what was happening,

and if I was medicated.

And you told them about

the dismembered mannequins?

Mm-hmm.

You file a police report?

I did.

Good.

Great.

Luce, look,

I'm just trying to help.

Oh, I know, I know.

I'm sorry.

I just...

I'm just stressed out.

I appreciate it.

- (sighing)

- I'll finish this. It's okay.

Thanks.

(sighing)

Here you are.

You wanna play games?

Let's see

what you're made of.



(exhaling sharply)



Lucy: You won't

get away with this!

Frank:

What the hell are you doing?

How do you like it, Frank?

(tires screeching)



(tires screeching)

Not so tough now, are you?

(tires screeching)

You messed

with the wrong woman.

(tires screeching)

That's it, keep running.

(tires screeching)

(tires screeching)

(engines revving)

(tires screeching)

(tires screeching)

(tires screeching)

You wanted my attention?

Well, now, you have it.

(tires screeching)

Stay away from me, Frank.

(sighing)

(breathing heavily)

(sighing)

(door beeping)

(beeping)

- Hey.

- Megan: Hey.

When's our

next group coming in?

Uh, that was our

last rezzo until about nine.

- So, we have a bit of a break.

- Okay, I'll be right back.

Hey, would you

be able to drive me

to and from the doctors

on Tuesday morning?

Is everything okay?

Yeah, I'm getting

a lumpectomy.

Why didn't you say anything?

Well, you know, you've had

a lot on your mind lately,

and... you know,

it's the easiest cancer to

treat, and they caught it early,

so it's really

not as bad as it sounds, so?

Yeah. I mean,

of course I'll drive you.

Thanks. Uh, Chef?

Greg: Yes.

Thank you, Chef.

(gravel crunching)



(clapping)



Greg:

One spring salad, Chef.

Megan:

Thank you, Chef.

Ugh!

Okay, two mussels,

three calamari.

Greg: Two mussels,

three calamari, heard.

And uh... mussels and

antipasto, please, Chef.

Greg:

Mussels, antipasto, heard, Chef.

Okay.

(phone line ringing)

Lucy (recorded:) Hey, it's Lucy.

Leave me a message.

- (beeping)

- Luce, where are you?

Please call me

back as soon as you can.

We have two groups that

just walked in. Thank you.

Ooh, Chef,

how's my muscles?

- Greg: 30 seconds, Chef.

- Thank you, Chef.

(exhaling sharply)



Good dog. Crouton, sit.

Crouton. Sit.

Come here. Sit.

Good boy.

(making baby talk)



Lucy: Sorry, Megan,

this is necessary.

Sorry. Behind.

Where have you been? We started

service 30 minutes ago.

I know. I messed up.

I lost track of time.

Why are you so sweaty?

- Hey, I'm here.

- Okay.

Swinging! Handle!

Okay, fire three calamari,

two gnocchi, two margarita.

Three calamari,

two gnocchi, two margarita.

Oui oui, Chef.

Okay, that's fired. Service!

(bell ringing)

(wind gusting)



Lucy:

Okay, let's see...

Frank Clayborne?

"Frank and Emily Clayborne."

(exhaling incredulously)

You actually gave me

your real first name.

Huh. Neither of you

appear to be very social.

"How lucky am I to

spend my life with the best,

"most dedicated

husband in the world?"

Oh, Emily...

Oh.

Feel like browsing

for some antique, Luce?

Of course I do.

I mean, would you want to be

married to someone

who stalked other women behind

your back?

She deserves to know.

Maybe she does.

But you know what

happens to vigilantes, Luce?

They die. They get sh*t.

Okay? You need to stop messing

with this man's business.

He made it my business

when he started stalking me.

Lucy, you are letting

your past dictate your future.

You're making this

too personal.

Frank is just a creep, yes.

Yes, he did

some terrible things,

and he deserves a few months,

maybe even a few years

in the loony bin.

But he doesn't have control

over your life like Ayden does.

Frank has no power over you.

(door chimes ringing)

Hi.

Hi.

Emily: I'm Emily,

if you need any help.

They say the more sand escapes

the hourglass of our lives,

the clearer

we should see through it.

Is there something in particular

that you're looking for?

Lucy:

No, I'm just, uh...

browsing.

It's a beautiful store.

Thank you.

Um, are you the owner?

No, not really.

I do feel like I am.

I do everything

around here... all of the time.

I know the feeling.

Emily:

What do you do?

I'm a food critic.

Really?

My husband used

to own a restaurant.

Lucy:

Really?

Yeah.

It was called Oliver's,

but he just lost it this year.

Oh. How come?

Uh, he was late

on rent a few times,

and the building owners

just kicked him out.

Where was his restaurant?

Emily: It was down

on Water Street.

He was devastated.

The building actually

belonged to his father.

But then, he had to sell.

And the new owners promised to

keep the rent to a minimum,

but... yeah,

things don't

always go as planned.

They recently sold to this

young chef from out of town.

He thinks he can buy it back,

but he has no money.

- He's a dreamer.

- Mm.

He's always been a dreamer.

Lucy:

Hm.

Well, aren't we all?

Well, um,

anyway,

I should get going,

but, uh, I'm new to town,

so it was nice to meet you.

I didn't know you were

from out of town.

Listen,

if you're interested,

I'm part of a book club.

Maybe you'd like to join us,

get to know a few of us.

Everyone is really

nice and very friendly.

You know what?

I'd love that.

Emily: Great.

Okay, well,

I'll be seeing you.

Yes.

Megan:

Wait. So, what is she saying?

The building was built

by his grandfather

a little over

30 years ago.

So, the guy is out

for revenge.

Wait. So, you think

this guy is stalking you

and doing all of this because

he's trying to pressure you

into selling the restaurant?

Maybe, but it's

not happening.

Okay?

I gave up everything for this.

- Oh, I know.

- Everything.

- I know.

- (sighing)

Speaking of which, I, uh...

didn't want to

stress you out or anything,

but Taylor Abbott,

I heard mentioned that

he was gonna be stopping by

sometime this week.

Hello?!

Did you hear me?

Literally,

the most ruthless,

respected food critic in town

is coming by to see us soon,

I was honestly expecting

a bigger reaction out of you.

Okay, you know what?

He is going

to love your food.

He will be blown away.

Can I get a "Oui, Chef"?

Oui, Chef.

Yes. Oui, Chef.

Your steak's almost done, also.

Great.



(doorbell ringing)



Frank: Okay, Lucy,

we'll see about that.



Greg: Ugh.

Megan: This is

getting out of control.

Luce, I told you

this would happen.

(door chimes ringing)

Emily: Hey.

You're back.

Lucy:

Yeah, I was, uh...

I was thinking about that

book club that you mentioned

and I was wondering when...

um, when your

next meeting was.

Tomorrow evening, actually.

It's really informal.

We're just getting

together in my kitchen.

There's only going to be,

like, three or four of us.

Great.

I'd love to come.

Well, we'd love to have you.

We'll be waiting...

with bells and whistles on.

Lucy:

I'm Leah, by the way.

Emily: Let me write

my address down for you, Leah.

Great.

Emily:

Yeah. So, look.

- Lucy: Wow.

- Emily: I know.

So, this is

Frank when he was little.

Emily: Yes.

Yes, that's Frank at five.

Isn't that adorable?

- Wow.

- I know. I know.

Look how happy they are.

- Yeah.

- Gosh.

- And that's the restaurant.

- Yes. Yeah, that's the--

that's the front

entrance there.

(Emily sighing)

Looks like they

were really close.

Emily: Yeah.

- (chattering)

- Emily: Yeah.

- Looks like you need a top up.

- Yes.

Thank you.

(book club chattering)

(wine pouring)

Emily:

Oh, look at that right there.

Evening, ladies.

Oh, Leah,

this is my husband, Frank.

I'm glad you can finally meet.

Me, too.

- Hi.

- Hi. Leah?

Mm-hmm.

- Leah's a food critic.

- Frank: Is she?

- Emily: Mm-hmm.

- Really?

Yeah.

Shall we?

Oh. Yeah.

Have you been to

that new restaurant? Um...

Evoo.

I hear they're

having supply issues.

You might want

to skip that one.

I hear they have to serve

vegetarian meals all night

and turn away patrons

who had reservations.

Apparently,

they just ran out of food.

Lucy:

Wow.

Not the best way to make

a good first impression.

Right.

Noted.

Thanks for the warning.

Well, on that note,

I really have to get going.

So soon?

But you just got here.

Duty calls.

But it was so

lovely to meet all of you,

and thank you so much

for the tea and the cookies

and the great conversation.

Emily:

Oh.

You're more than welcome.

And please,

let's do this again.

We should exchange phone numbers

or email.

Don't worry about it.

I'll stop by the store.

I mean, after all, it's

not like I'm going anywhere.

(chuckling)

Bye.

Emily: Bye.

(gasping)

(breathing heavily)



Megan:

Hey, you good, Chef?

Yeah. Two gnocchi,

three steaks, one margarita.

Megan: Two gnocchi, three steak,

one pizza. Yes, Chef.

Greg: Yes, Chef.

Ugh!

I need two more gnocchi.

- Two gnocchi, yes, Chef.

- Greg: Yes, Chef.

Service.

- (bell ringing)

I think that plate

needs to be wiped, Chef.

I know.

Megan: What's gnocchi with

again, Chef?

One gnocchi.

Uh, two steak.

Megan:

I thought you said three steak.

Then, why are you

still here?

Heard, Chef.

- (bell ringing)

- Service!

(door chimes ringing)

Leah, hi.

- Hi, Emily.

- How are you?

Um...

Emily, I have to

tell you something.

Okay.

It's about your husband.

What about him?

There's really no easy way to

say this, so I'll just say it:

um, Frank is stalking me.

(laughing)

(inhaling sharply, laughing)

What?

I'm sorry for laughing.

If you really are being

stalked, that's horrible.

But you must have

the wrong person.

I don't have the wrong person.

Frank wouldn't do

something like that.

That would be crazy.

I bumped into him

at the dog park

and he started

talking to me,

and he was

with your dog, Crouton.

They go there all the time,

they always do.

The same night,

I saw a grey convertible

parked outside of my work

and then it followed

me home.

Okay? The next day I went for

a jog and I saw the same car,

and a few minutes later,

I saw Frank.

So, you're accusing

my husband

based on a couple

of coincidences?

Your husband broke

into my home...

and my restaurant.

- Your restaurant?

- Lucy: Yes.

I thought you said

you were a food critic.

I lied.

My name is not Leah,

it's Lucy.

I'm the chef that bought

your husband's building.

And I'm sorry that

I lied to you. I just--

I thought

that I wanted to--

You wanted to what?

You wanted to

use me to get to him?

No, no, no. I just thought

that you should know.

Look, I would wanna know.

You seem

like a nice person;

you shouldn't be with

somebody like that.

I mean,

your husband stole from me.

He-- he took photos of me,

dozens of photos.

I mean, he's doing

everything he can

to make my life a living hell.

I think you should leave.

Right now.

I just thought

you should know.

Great. Thank you.

(door chimes ringing,

door closing)

(exhaling sharply)





All right, I'm headed out.

I'm going to see you

in the morning, yeah?

In the morning?

For my surgery?

Right.

Yeah. Of course.

7 a.m.

Yes.

Okay.

Lucy:

See you then.

I'm coming back for more

Frank:

How was work today?

Emily: Uneventful.

Dealing with cranky customers

and trying to keep

the place organized

How about you?

Any luck on the job hunt?

Frank: Not yet.

I did make a few

interesting contacts. We'll see.

Are you still planning on

heading to your parents' cottage

this weekend?

Is everything okay?

Emily?

Is everything all right?

(phone line ringing)

(phone chiming)

Dad: Hey.

You can't sleep?

No.

Could use some company.

Remember that summer that

we spent at the cottage

on your eighth birthday?

You couldn't sleep

at all that week.

Lucy:

Because of the closet monsters.

(chuckling) Yes. And do you

remember what you did?

No, tell me.

Dad: You wore a pair of your

grandmother's hand-knitted socks

on your hands,

and you called them your super

hero gloves,

and you declared w*r on

those closet monsters.

But then, you decided to take

matters into your own hands.

You had your own strategy.

You performed

a super hero dance, and then,

you began your super hero

monster-be-gone chant.

You know what happens

when you start to sing?

I scare everyone away.

Dad:

Even the monsters.

Frank:

Emily...

Emily, she's lying.

Hey, Dad, I gotta go.

Emily: I went through

your phone, Frank.

I'll call you back.

Emily:

I saw everything.

You're obsessed with her

and that restaurant.

You need help.

Frank: Everything I do

is for us, Emily,

to get that restaurant back.

Emily: It's not your restaurant

anymore, Frank.

Just let it go. Move on.

Frank:

Emily, don't!

Don't do this, please!

- Lucy!

- (starting engine)

Frank:

Get back over here!

(car driving away)

(gasping)

(gasping)

Oh, no! No!

(car door closing)

(knocking)

Megan?

(knocking)

Megan, it's me!

Meg, I--

look, I know I messed up!

Come on, open up!

(knocking)

How'd the surgery go?

Fine.

Look,

I don't know what happened.

I slept through my alarm.

I thought something

happened to you, Luce.

I didn't get very much sleep.

I don't know what happened.

- I'm sorry.

- I don't recognize you.

You're showing up late to work.

You're scrambling tickets.

You're not plating

like you should.

And you're not here for your

friend when she needs you?

Yeah, I know.

You're right.

I'm done.

Right.

- I'm gonna get some rest.

- Well, do you need anything?

No, I'm good.

Thanks.

(door closing)

(Dogs barking in distance)

Frank:

Emily's gone.

We'll call it

the price of stalking

strong, hard-headed women.

I didn't do anything to you.

You forced me

to live in fear.

Frank: You took everything

from me -

my purpose,

and now my wife!

Stay away from me.

(panting)

(panting)

Help! Somebody help!

Help!

(panting)



Lucy: What do you mean

he has a solid alibi?

I mean,

how is that even possible?

We have multiple witnesses

claiming he was at the dog park

with his dog.

That's not possible.

So, your witnesses are lying,

or you're lying.

I'm sorry. You're accusing me

of lying to you?

I think

that you're testing me.

So, yes.

I think that you're lying.

Actually,

I know that you're lying.

Mr. Clayborne claims

that you are actually

the one stalking him.

He has photos of your car

outside his house.

And I have surveillance footage

of his vehicle

outside my work

on multiple occasions.

So, does that mean nothing

to you?

He claims

that he went there

after you started

stalking him.

And, uh, speaking of

surveillance footage,

did you go to

his wife's workplace?

That antique store

by the harbor?

(scoffing)

That all happened after

he started following me around.

Am I the suspect now?

So, what happens next?

Stay away from Frank Clayborne

and his wife,

and he'll

stay away from you.

He's going to come after me

again.

We're just a phone call away.

Okay. Listen up. We've got

Taylor Abbott coming in,

and as you all know,

he's not one to mince words.

His review

could make or break us,

so let's pay attention

to detail.

We've got this.

(cutlery clinking)

(Italian pop music playing

in background)

- (bell dinging)

- Service?

This is for table one.

Our VIP.

(bell dinging)

Hands.

(sighing)

Oof.

- Ugh.

- (cutlery clattering)

Greg:

Are you okay, Chef?

Chef, I'm sorry.

I'll get a...

Okay.

Ayden is here.

How did he even find you? Okay.

I'm going to ask him.

No, no, no. Don't.

I'm going to talk to him.

He's going to think

he has power over me.

And say what?

Luce, Luce--

(sighing)

(chuckling)

- What are you doing here?

- Ayden: Lucy?

What are you doing here?

Is this your restaurant?

Cut the crap.

Why are you here?

Oh, because I received

an invitation in the mail,

like everyone else, I assume,

from the owner.

Okay. You need to leave.

- Really?

- Yes, really.

- Luce--

- Don't touch me!

- Whoa.

- (glass shattering)

Megan:

Oh, sir, I'm so sorry.

What are you going

to do, Lucy?

- And get out of here!

- Or what, Lucy?

- You don't want to find out.

- Lucy, Lucy.

Get out of here, Lucy.

Sir? You need to sit.

Don't tell me what to do,

and control her.

I'm sorry.

It's crazy.

(inhaling and exhaling sharply)

- Hey. You okay?

- Yeah.

I just need a minute.

(inhaling and exhaling)

(exhaling sharply)

(inhaling and exhaling)



(tape rasping)

(sighing)



Lucy (voice echoing):

I am so sick and tired

of feeling like a victim.

I'm going to deal with this

myself.

Megan (voice echoing):

You're not a doctor.

You're not a cop.

You are a chef.

Frank has no power over you.

Ayden was a monster.

He literally tracked you,

monitored all of your calls

and all of your texts.

He doesn't have control

over your life

like Ayden does.

Dad (voice echoing): But then,

you decided to take matters

into your own hands.

You had your own strategy.

You performed a superhero dance,

and then,

you began your superhero

monster-be-gone chant.

You know what happens

when you start to sing.

Lucy (voice echoing):

I scare everyone away.

Dad (voice echoing):

Even the monsters.

(phone ringing)

Hey.

Megan: Click on the link

I just sent you.

Reporter: Ayden Johnson,

a successful restaurant owner

from Pearl Mountain,

was found dead near Water Street

last night

with multiple s*ab wounds

to the chest.

The police are not releasing

more details at this time.

(phone ringing)

(sighing)

Hello?

Hey. It's Detective Sharma

calling.

Yeah. Are you able to come back

down to the station again?

We need to have

a word with you.

Yeah.

I'll be there soon.

(breathing deeply)

Sharma:

Where were you last night

between 1:00 a.m.

and 3:00 a.m.?

Is this about Ayden?

Please just answer

the questions, okay?

Like I explained,

you can have a lawyer

be present, if you want.

I have nothing to hide.

Detective: Then just answer

the questions.

Where were you last night

between 1:00 a.m.

and 3:00 a.m.?

I couldn't sleep.

I was scared Frank was going to

break into my home again.

So, I went for a drive.

Do you remember

what time it was?

Around 2:00 a.m.

Look.

Frank made Ayden

come to my restaurant.

Okay? He sent him

a personalized invitation,

from the owner,

to come to my restaurant

and create chaos.

I'm sorry.

I'm not following.

Why would Ayden's presence

create chaos?

Because of my past

abusive relationship with him.

Detective:

Hmm.

What did you do

when you left at 2:00 a.m.?

Where did you go?

Lucy:

I just drove around.

I felt safer in my car,

moving around,

rather than waiting in my home

like a sitting duck.

Because you think Frank knows

where you live?

I know he knows

where I live.

As I said in my police report,

which you obviously

haven't read,

Frank has been

inside my home

He has stolen my mother's watch,

and he st*lks me

every single day.

Detective:

Mm-hmm.

Can anyone verify

where you were?

No. I was alone.

When was the last time

you saw Ayden?

(sighing)

It was last night,

before my shift ended.

9:30, 10:00 p.m.

And you didn't see him at all

after that?

No.

We have a few witnesses

at your restaurant

who saw you thr*aten him.

I was upset

and I was scared,

and I wanted him to leave.

We found the m*rder w*apon

at the scene.

You recognize it?

I think I do want to talk to

my lawyer.

Detective:

Yeah.

That's probably a good idea.

I didn't do this.

Frank did this.

He made Ayden

come to my restaurant,

and then he k*lled him, and now,

he's trying to frame me.

Right.

(bell dinging)

Hands, please.

Lucy:

Behind.

What are you doing?

What do you mean?

I'm expediting.

Last I checked,

this was still my restaurant.

Oui, chef.

(dramatic music playing)



- (shouting)

- (grunting)

Stop!

(groaning)

(sighing)

Yeah.

My friend is actually, uh--

(siren wailing)

Oh, Megan! Are you okay?

Oh.

Did you see him?

Was it him?

Oh, I'm going to k*ll him.

No, you're not.

What you're going to do is

go home,

lock yourself up

and call the police

if you hear anything

suspicious.

Megan, I am so sorry.

This is all my fault.

Yeah.

It is.

I told you this was dangerous,

Lucy,

and you didn't listen to me.

I-- (laughing)

I'm coming with you

to the hospital.

You know what?

Don't even bother, okay?

Just take care of yourself,

Luce.

Get these crazy ideas

out of your head.

- Get out of my way, please.

- Megan--

- I can't-- Stop.

- Megan!



Hey, Dad.

Dad: Luce?

Ayden's dead.

Dad: What?

What happened?

I don't know. But they think

I had something to do with it.

- Dad: Why?

- Oh, I don't know.

Dad: Look.

We'll get you a good lawyer.

But don't say a word to anyone,

okay?

(stammering)

Dad, I didn't k*ll him.

Dad:

Of course not.

Look. I think I may have

said something

that I shouldn't have said.

I'll get a flight in

first thing in the morning.

No, no, no. Don't do that.

Look. I just--

I need to deal with this myself.

I'll update you

all along the way.

- Dad: Are you sure?

- Yes.

But I love you.

I'll talk to you soon.

- Love you, too, sweetheart.

- Bye.

(sighing)

(phone line ringing)

Lucy:

Hey, Meg? It's me.

I hope you're okay.

I've been replaying everything

in my head,

I should have been stronger

and braver with Ayden,

and now with Frank.

I hate myself

for being so weak,

for letting them control me

for so long.

I can't let him continue

to have power over me.

I need to take a stand

and fight back.

I know what happened to you

is because of me,

because I dragged you into

this mess.

I can't even begin to express

how sorry I am.

I should've listened to

your warnings

and your pleas for me

to stay away, but Meg,

believe when I say

that this ends now.

Tomorrow, it will all be over.

I have a plan,

and I won't rest until

he pays for what he's done.

For hurting you,

and for doing this to me.

Come on, Frank.



Here we go.



(exhaling sharply)

(engine revving)

That's it.

Keep following me.

(engine revving)

(tires squealing)

(tires squealing)



(tires squealing)

Come on. Come on.

(brakes squealing)

(panting)

You can't run

anymore, Lucy.

Lucy:

I don't want to run.

Okay?

Look.

You want your restaurant back?

Take it.

It's yours.

Oh, you're just going to

give it back to me?

Lucy:

What do you want from me?

I want to make it look like

it was you.

Like the guilt

was eating you alive.

Why did you k*ll Ayden?

Because you made it clear

that you hated him.

You told everyone

how he was gaslighting you

and controlling you.

You had the best possible motive

to k*ll him...

...and everybody knows it.

The cooks and waiters

that work at his restaurant,

your friends...

...your father

who lives in Jersey.

How do you know

all of this?

I know everything

about you.

I have so many memories

of helping my father

in this kitchen,

and taking over

when he passed away.

This place

will always belong to me.

Maybe...

...we should partner up.

You could help me

run this place.

We'd make a really

good team.

You think

I'm the world's biggest idiot.

No.

No, not an idiot.

Just a psychopath.

- (shouting)

- (pot clattering)

Lucy:

Why are you doing this?

You already have me framed.

I'm going to lose everything.

Why don't you just please

leave me alone?

Because you ruined my life!

Lucy:

I'm sorry. I really am.

It's too late for that.

Even if I was to

sell your building,

you can't buy it back.

You have no money.

Your wife told me.

That was a mistake.

You never should have set foot

in her store or in my house.

Lucy: You're not going to get

away with this.

I'm not going to jail, either.

Lucy: Frank,

I have cameras everywhere.

Okay? They're well hidden,

but they are everywhere.

Which means I have

your confession on the cloud,

and you can't get rid of it.

Just put your Kn*fe down

and surrender yourself.

Security cameras

don't record sound.

Not unless you specifically tell

your security people

that you need sound.

(grunting)

(coughing)

Where are you going, Lucy?

I'm going to enjoy

k*lling you.

I really am.

(phone vibrating)

(shouting)

(grunting)

(screaming)

(shouting)

(grunting)

(grunting)

Lucy!

Lucy, open the door!

What's your emergency?

I just caught

Ayden Johnson's k*ller.

He's in my freezer, alive.

My name is Lucy Gerhard.

I'm the chef and owner of Evoo

on Water Street.

Please hurry.

(breathing deeply)



(police radios chattering)

Here's my card. Give us a shout

if you need anything.

- I will. Thank you.

- See you.



- Just behind you, Chef.

- Mm-hmm.

Oh.

Oh, that looks good, Chef.

- I know.

- Wow. That's incredible.

Ah. Where's that pencil?

Here.

Keep that really straight.

This is Megan's

signature dish.

Table six.

(exhaling sharply)

- Good job.

- Thanks, honey.

Okay.

(chattering)