Seduced by His Lies (2025)

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[eerie music]

[door thuds]

[dramatic music]

-[garage door clicks]

-[Helen screams]

[garage door thuds]

[eerie music]

-[eerie music]

-[Helen screams]

[gentle music]

This could be, like, 12 foots.

[camera shutters]

[camera shutters]

I needed you for scale.

Why? It's elegant and expansive,

exuding a quiet confidence

and attention to detail.

At least that's

what the brochure says.

I'm sure it does,

because I'd bet anything

it was written by an intern

with AI.

Trust me.

I'm a real estate agent.

I know the tricks.

Are you the agent

for this place?

No. I have a few clients

looking for homes in the area,

so I'm just visiting

all the open houses.

Not sure this place fits

what they're looking for, but

hey, at least there's

wine and cheese, right?

Actually,

I think it's just cold coffee

and stale cookies.

I would have expected more, but

I haven't seen the kitchen yet.

Yeah, yeah.

-Do you cook?

-No.

I somehow managed to burn water

once.

I've always wanted to learn.

Although I hadn't planned on

buying for, like,

another two years.

It still needs a reno.

You know,

even with this kitchen,

the price is pretty competitive.

I wouldn't pass it up.

That's what I thought

when I saw the listing.

It's just,

It's not great timing.

I'm going to be traveling for

work for the next little while.

Although that does

set me up for a promotion, which

would put me in an accelerated

financial position to be...

This is incredibly

uninteresting, I'm sorry.

Look, I'm Terri, by the way.

Apparently,

I'm very, very boring.

I'm Anne, and no,

you're not boring at all.

I love a good plan.

I will say, though,

in a market like this,

you need to move fast.

Trust

me, you won't find it again.

So, promotion or not,

if you ever want to own a home,

now's your chance.

Don't let a good thing

go up in smoke.

[soft music]

[knob clicks]

You know what?

I'm going to do it.

I'm going to put in an offer.

Okay.

Well.

Good luck.

Thank you.

Mmm.

I'll tell you what, come by

after

I buy the place

and I'll make you a fresh cup.

I'll try not to burn it.

[plane whirs]

No, no.

After seven years I do not owe

you an exit interview.

You owe me a promotion,

and you give it to Frank?

Really?

He's 35, and he still goes on

spring break.

We sell wine for,

for fine

dining and crystal glasses.

Not funnels and frat houses.

Yes. Yes.

Linda, I am going home.

And that is where I will be

until you come to your senses.

With a funnel of my best wine.

[door thuds]

[keys clatter]

[voicemail] You have two

new messages.

[footsteps clomping]

[door clicks]

[beverage fizzing]

[floor creaks]

[suspenseful music]

[bottle shatters]

-[door thuds]

-[light switch clicks]

Who the hell are you?

Who the hell are you?

-This is my house.

-What?

It's my house.

How did you get in here?

[dramatic music]

[Marcus] I'm calling the police.

No, I'm calling the police.

[phone thuds]

No. No, no!

Watch, now I get to the end

and there's a piece missing.

-I hate that.

-[operator] 911.

What's your emergency?

There's been a home invasion.

-I need to report a break in.

-[bat thuds]

Did you purchase

the property

in a private sale, Mr.

-Keller?

-Yeah.

So? That's not against the law.

No, but I believe you're

both the victim of real estate

fraud.

It's something we're seeing more

and more lately.

What are you talking about?

Criminals target

homeowners who are out of town.

They gain access to the property

and pretend to be the owner.

They put the home up for a quick

private sale

at a price

that's too good to be true.

Once the money's

transferred, they're gone.

So someone

sold him my townhouse?

This is ridiculous.

Can you just

get her out of here?

It looks like you both have

legal claim to the property.

It's something that your lawyers

will have to work out,

and it will take some time.

But you both need to contact

Detective

Hewitt in the fraud division

first thing tomorrow.

What am I supposed to do

until then?

Unfortunately, I can't help you.

What the hell are you good for?

Cops are always all over

every speeding

ticket and parking violation.

But when someone actually needs

help.

Mr. Keller,

there's

nothing I can do for you.

Have a good evening.

[door thuds]

I'm sorry if I scared you.

I'm just frustrated.

I have no idea

what's going on, or who you are.

But I love this place.

So do I.

That's why I bought it.

The hell am I going to do?

Move out.

Get a hotel. Find a park bench.

I'm not going anywhere.

Not until I get my money back.

But you're welcome to leave.

Oh, that's great.

Chivalry is dead,

and it's body made

my house smell

like a gym locker.

Yes, for one night.

What do you have available?

Okay.

Yeah, I'll take it.

Sure. Just one second.

Look, I'm sorry. Okay?

You're right.

You can stay here tonight.

I'll figure something out.

Yes. The credit card

number is 3500...

[dramatic music]

[door clicks]

Okay, let me give you the number

again.

Yeah. Just, just one second.

Officer, what's going on?

Miss Thorne,

you are under arrest

for fraud and grand larceny.

What are you talking about?

[handcuffs clink]

[gentle music]

[dramatic music]

Morning.

Oh, finally

God, I've been here for hours.

I'm Detective Hewitt.

I've been assigned to your case.

Wait. Detective Hewitt, I,

I was supposed to come

and see you.

What's happening?

That's what we're here

to find out, Miss Thorne.

This photo was taken

two months ago on the 16th.

Is that you?

Oh, I guess it kind of

looks like me,

but I bought my car years ago,

and I've been working in France

for the last few months.

Do you recognize

these purchases?

TV, three laptops, two tablets?

No, no, I didn't make

any of these purchases.

I don't even have

that kind of a credit card.

Okay, I believe you.

But we are waiting for

verification from your employer,

so you'll need to stay here

until we get...

It's my former employer. I,

I quit.

Can you please just

explain to me what's going on?

Appears as if somebody

might have stolen your identity.

Likely while

you were out of the country,

they got ahold

of some personal documents.

They were even able to get ahold

of a fake driver's license.

That's how they could get

the documents together

for the sale of the house.

So, so that man in my house.

Marcus Keller.

He's a victim here, too.

Who, who did this?

Well, Mr. Keller said that

he was negotiating with a won

named Anne, claiming

to be a real estate agent.

And I believe she's the woman

in that photograph.

I think I met her.

Was she involved in the sale

when you bought the house?

No, I met her at the,

at the open house.

She was there.

That makes sense.

She was probably casing

the complex, going to various

showings,

trying to identify a property.

The target.

You likely fit a profile.

Single, professional female.

No personal attachments.

You're a pretty

good appearance match.

That helps with identity theft.

I even told her that I was going

to be out of town

for a few months, like an idiot.

Hey, no, no, no, no, no, no.

These people,

they are professionals.

They've done this

to several people

and they would likely do it

to several more.

It's going to be okay?

Criminally? Yes.

You have done nothing wrong.

There will be some

untangling to do with the bas

and the insurance companies,

and they are

a lot harder to convince

than I am, unfortunately.

Am I going to get

my townhouse back?

That'll be up to the courts.

There's nothing you can do?

I'll do my best.

Okay?

Oh. Here.

Call me if you need me.

I'll let you know

when you're free to leave.

[soft music]

[door clicks]

Look, I'm sorry, that's,

that's all the cash that I have.

But if you can wait,

I have some change in my car.

Damn it!

[car beeps]

[loud thud]

[loud thud]

-Get it together, Terri.

-[eerie music]

[car engine revs]

[Marcus] Terri, watch out!

You okay?

You saved my life.

I can't believe

I didn't see him.

You're hurt.

No, it's nothing.

Here, come on.

Thanks.

Thank you.

You saved my life.

Just glad I was there.

What were you

doing in the alley?

I was coming back

from seeing a client.

You know the Heron Creek gym?

Yeah, I think I took a yoga

class there once.

Did it work out?

I couldn't

fit an hour of sitting quietly

into my schedule.

Too much lost productivity.

What?

You're not the yoga

teacher, are you?

No. No, I'm a personal trainer.

My clients can be busy,

so I have to make myself

available.

Can't afford not to.

Especially now.

I've been trying

to book a hotel room.

But all of my cards are blocked.

Yeah. Detective Hewitt,

he explained to me

what might happen

when I gave my statement.

Hey.

I'm really sorry

about all of this.

I had no idea.

It's not your fault,

but it is a lot.

Are you hungry?

I could whip something up

real quick.

Okay.

This smells delicious.

It reminds me of

my mom's cooking.

Was she a chef?

No, a baker.

Her and my dad.

They ran a bakery.

She would make the most

beautiful vanilla scones.

When she baked it was

like she was dancing.

Bakers still around?

No.

There was a fire

a couple of years ago.

And they...

Oh, God. I'm so sorry.

Thanks.

After they died,

everything was a mess.

And there was no will.

Unpaid bills.

I had to sell their home.

I used what was left to buy

this place.

Wow. Must have been awful.

It was.

I promised myself

I would never put myself

in that position.

You know,

tied up in financial knots.

Here I am.

But I also promised myself

I would learn how to cook.

And I can barely figure

out how to order Thai food.

There.

-That is so good.

-Yeah?

-Yeah.

-Thanks.

Yeah,

I do nutrition planning

for a lot of my clients.

Is that healthy?

Nope.

But we both deserve a cheat day.

Look, it's late.

You don't have a hotel.

I can't afford one.

So why don't you take

the master bedroom

and I'll move into the spare?

I promise I'm not a creep,

I didn't save your life

just to k*ll you.

You know,

that was pretty sexist.

I could very well be the creep.

It's a good point.

I'll make sure to lock my door.

[eerie music]

[bottle shatters]

[loud thud]

You know,

if you keep cooking like that,

maybe you could stay

a couple more days.

I accept your terms,

but if we're going to

be roommates,

maybe we should

get to know each other.

Marcus Keller.

Favorite color is red.

Three older sisters.

Parents. Divorced.

Grew up in Plainfield,

Wisconsin.

Voted Best Hair in high school

and personal trainer.

Terri Thorne.

Favorite color is teal.

Only child.

My parents weren't

great at thinking

long term,

so we moved around a lot.

Voted most likely

to finish their homework,

and I'm a marketing director

at a winery.

Or I was.

I quit two days ago.

Quit? Why?

I took them from 20th

in sales to 2nd.

They set up their new office

in France,

giving up six months of my life.

And then they gave my promotion

to the boss's nephew.

-Ouch.

-Yeah.

I had to redo my five and ten

year plan on the flight home.

See, that's my secret.

No plans,

no schedules, no strategies.

Just goals. Dreams.

That sounds terrible.

Depends on the dream.

What's yours?

A boat.

A cabin cruiser, about

38 or 40ft, maybe.

Sleeps two.

Can stay out on the ocean

for months.

A boat?

So why did you buy a townhouse?

Girlfriend wasn't

thrilled about the boat idea.

She always thought

I was too impulsive

and I didn't really think things

through or plan ahead.

I gotta say,

she's not entirely wrong.

So you have a girlfriend?

Not anymore.

She also wasn't

thrilled about the townhouse.

Especially since

I didn't ask her first.

I guess it wasn't

the best way to show

I wasn't impulsive.

So she got the dog,

and I got the house.

I'm sorry.

It's okay.

I didn't really like the dog.

-May I?

-Oh, yeah. Thank you.

So I figured

I could flip the place after

a few years and go for the boat.

So once you

get the

boat, what are you going to do?

Sail, fish,

swim, find an island.

Live without a plan.

So the plan

is to get a boat

and have no plan.

Yeah, I guess so.

And yours?

What's Terri Thorne's new plan?

To get my life back

by figuring out whoever took it

away.

How did you meet Anne?

The detective said that

she sold you the townhouse.

I replied to an ad for a private

sale, and she responded.

Most of our conversations

were over video call.

And what can you tell me

about her?

Not much?

Light hair, sharp eyes.

Pretty.

She reminds me of you, actually.

I mean, the hair and the eyes.

I don't think you're not

pretty or smart.

No. It's okay.

I think I remember

her from the open house.

She asked me a lot of questions,

and like an idiot,

I answered them all.

Hey, don't be

so hard on yourself.

It seems I make a

pretty good mark, too.

I just don't see a way

out of this.

Well,

the first thing we need to do

is get a lawyer to help

sort this out.

No problem.

I already have one.

You do?

Yeah, yeah. He's the one who

closed the sale.

[dramatic music]

Oh. Oh, hey Marcus.

Sorry, you caught me scarfing

down some lunch.

Do you want to talk

in the conference room?

Sure.

[water jug glugs]

How did you not know

that she was lying?

Well my role is to simply review

the purchase agreement.

I wouldn't normally vet

the real estate agent.

What kind of lawyer are you?

The cheap kind.

I had to save money

wherever I could.

No offense.

Well, we do cater to clients who

look for straightforward work

without unnecessary delays

for a low hourly rate.

Because an assistant

does everything.

But I can assure you,

we do provide quality service

while meeting the requirements

of the law.

Well, I'm pretty sure

the law doesn't allow

you to sell a stolen house.

Do you

have any idea what you've done?

Miss Thorne, I understand

you're upset, but I've seen this

kind of thing happen before.

Not to me,

but to some of my colleagues.

Look,

this could take a while

to figure out.

And hopefully both of you

will be compensated.

Hopefully? Hopefully, you want,

you want me to just hope

that this all works out?

I'm sorry.

This is a waste of time.

Miss Thorne, please.

If you're trying to find

these people responsible

on your own,

I suggest that you don't.

Why not?

Because they can be dangerous.

These crimes are perpetrated

by organized groups, often

dealing with hundreds

of thousands of dollars.

Sometimes millions.

So my advice to you is

just to leave it to the police.

And if you need anything else.

Yeah.

I'll be sure to give you a call

if I need my car stolen.

Sorry, I thought he could help.

Look.

They're professionals.

Brian said

these people could be dangerous.

I could end up homeless.

And so can I.

I'm in the same boat here.

Well, I don't know about you,

but I don't sit around

and wait for other people

to solve my problems.

That is not part of the plan.

Okay.

Okay. You're right.

Forget about Brian.

Forget Detective Hewitt.

We'll figure this out.

We're in this together, right?

I got to get to work.

We'll sit down later and see

what we can come up with, oka?

Just don't do anything

without me.

Okay.

[eerie music]

I know, I understand all of that

but it wasn't me.

No, I didn't take out a loan.

My identity was stolen.

No. Okay, you know what?

-Oh, Helen.

-Never mind.

You're back.

Can you help me with this?

Oh, dropped my keys.

I'm a little scatterbrained

lately.

Oh, yes.

Of course, but, I'm not Helen.

Oh, you look so much like her.

Oh, thank goodness.

Well, I'm Julia, by the way.

Terri, from next door.

I've got some of Helen's mail.

Wait, who's Helen?

[eerie music]

She already knows too much.

Maybe we should cut and run.

Straker.

We can't just sit on the place,

okay?

Not with her around.

You sure you can keep us off

the radar?

Okay.

I'll take care of it.

Oh, my God.

I know it's a mess, I know.

No, it's, it's wonderful.

Oh, I love a clean, sleek look,

but this, it's...

This is alive.

And that smell.

Aha.

Potpourri.

Kombucha.

Sourdough starter.

Oatmeal cookies.

Yeah. Smells like home.

Oh, you're so kind.

How long did Helen live here?

Oh, a few months.

And she used to come over

every Friday and

we would play cards.

I used to love

to play cards with my mom.

Are you any good?

Full house.

I'm getting hustled

here, aren't I?

Oh, come to mama.

Hey, what

can you tell me about Helen?

Oh. Helen was very, very sweet

and very smart.

She could really play cards.

Better than some people,

I might mention.

When did she move out?

Well,

that was a very strange thing,

because we played cards

every Friday.

But that morning, she was gone.

She didn't even stop over

to say goodbye.

She just sold her place to that

young man with the muscles.

See, that's the problem.

Supposed to be my townhouse.

And I was not expecting

a roommate.

Well, you really can't complain

with a roommate

who looks like that, dear.

I'm out.

Maybe we can pick this up

another time.

Of course. Any time.

But just remember to bring more

candies.

You got it.

Wait.

I have something for you.

[door clicks]

It's for your garage.

Oh, right.

I, I completely forgot.

-Marcus?

-[door clicks]

I met our neighbor.

She said that a woman

used to live here

before you did.

Marcus?

[dramatic music]

[water running]

[garage door creaks]

Hi, Mom and Dad.

How did you end up here?

[dog barking]

[eerie music]

-Oh!

-Oh!

What are you doing here?

I bumped into that lady

next door.

-She said you were out here.

-Oh.

She was telling me a bit about

someone named Helen?

Yeah.

Did you find something?

You bet I did. Look.

[Marcus] Any luck

with the password?

No, I've tried birthday,

birthday backwards, middle name,

middle name backwards,

birthday and middle name.

I'm just looking at her

membership numbers on her ID

-card. Is that?

-Vanilla.

I'm sure they're not as

good as your mom's, but.

It's not.

But I'm only saying that

because she might be listening.

Lottery card,

loyalty cards.

Oh, hey,

she almost had

a free cup of coffee.

This is going to take forever.

Got it.

Gym membership ID backwards.

Plus middle name.

Wow. That's impressive.

Anything jump out at you?

The hard drive is almost empty,

but there's a ton of articles

about real estate scams.

Oh, look at this.

It's a title search.

I guess she wanted to see the

townhouse's chain of ownership.

Purchased in 1910.

Converted to a boarding house

in the 1930s.

And there's me.

Purchased from Cuesta Verde

Developments.

What exactly does this mean?

I think it means that

Helen Barker was suspicious

that the sale wasn't legal.

Oy.

Do you think Helen is Anne?

It's possible.

Or she's just another victim.

Either way,

someone keeps selling this house

over and over again.

You're just the latest victim.

So where is Helen?

That is a good question.

I'm just looking at her socials.

She doesn't have much

of an online presence.

Yeah, here.

She's really pretty.

Yeah,

Julia's right.

She does look like you

a little bit.

Is there anything

in the messages?

Just some stuff

about used furniture

and a message from

someone named Isabella.

There's a phone number.

That's it?

No more messages?

Yeah.

Isabella's

profile has been deleted.

I want to see

if the number still works.

Don't you think we should

bring this to the cops?

Why? So we can sit

around while they do nothing.

Helen must have had a phone.

She had a find my phone app.

Look at this.

Her phone's been offline for

months, but her last location

was at a lake

30 miles from here.

I'm going to go to the lake.

What?

Why? Do you think Helen's just

standing there?

After three months?

It's worth going to see.

What if Helen is Anne?

This could be dangerous.

It's too big a risk.

No, that's not a risk.

My whole life, childhood, my

parents never had a plan

or any direction.

They let life

just push them around.

And in the end,

they had nothing.

I'm not going

to let that happen.

I'm going to get my life back,

no matter what it takes.

All right.

All right.

But let me come with you.

I have a client in an hour.

-Tomorrow...

-No, I don't want to wait.

Okay.

Just please be careful.

Promise me.

I will.

[door clicks]

[dramatic music]

Where are you Helen?

[door clicks]

[door thuds]

-[Terri shrieks]

-[dramatic music]

Where did you get the computer?

It was in my garage.

Was it password protected?

If you accessed it illegally...

That's not the point.

The point is,

someone was living in my house

before Marcus moved in.

It could be another victim.

Well, there's no Helen Barker

in any police report.

Well, maybe somebody got to her.

So you're saying

somebody k*lled Helen Barker,

then attacked

you just to steal your computer?

No, it's not my computer.

It's hers.

It's proof that Helen

was looking into what happened.

She could have found

something out.

And now it's gone.

Well, it's certainly convenient.

Are you saying that I'm lying?

I'm saying things aren't always

as they seem, Miss Thorne.

Rest assured,

I will be looking into

Helen Barker

and the missing computer.

Sure.

[door clicks]

[door thuds]

Terri, oh, I was worried.

Where were you last night?

I, I was at the police station.

I got attacked,

they took the laptop...

What?

-Are you okay?

-Yeah. I'm fine.

A little embarrassed,

I don't think Detective

Hewitt believes me.

Why didn't you

answer your phone?

Oh, I had it turned off.

Completely forgot.

Wow. You're very persistent.

I'm flattered.

Yeah, well, when I care,

I care, you know?

You care?

Yeah.

I care.

Good to know.

Look, Terri.

Someone just attacked you.

You could have been seriously

hurt.

Or worse.

This has to stop.

What I can't figure out is,

how did they

know that I had the laptop?

Am I being followed?

I feel like we're getting close.

Look.

They sound like serious people.

You're in danger.

And if you got hurt

because, what?

Just because I wanted

a good deal on a townhouse?

I couldn't live with the guilt.

It's not your fault.

I know it isn't, but.

Look.

When this is over,

if I get my money back,

I want to do it.

I want to get the boat.

And I'm going to head down

in the Caribbean.

And I'm going to find a beach.

-And...

-And what?

I want you to come with me.

Just forget about

all this and come with me.

Not forever, just, a break.

A vacation.

When was the last time

you had a vacation?

I don't know.

But I, I can't just leave.

Why not?

Because it's

not part of...

The plan?

Make a new plan.

[gentle music]

Sorry, I, um...

I just need to think.

I thought...

I'm sorry.

[door thuds]

[chair thuds]

[phone chimes]

Is it money or a man?

It's usually one or the other.

How about both?

Here, let me help.

Would it be okay

if I used your place

to make a call?

Of course, dear.

[Isabella] Hello?

Isabella?

Hi. This is Terri Thorne.

Look, I'm sorry to bother you.

I just...

Do you know

someone named Helen Barker?

I'm trying to find her.

[Isabella] Yes, but

we've never met in person.

She just sent me some messages

about what happened to me.

Well what?

What exactly did happen to you?

I, I met someone.

Everything happened so fast.

We moved in together.

I signed things

I shouldn't have.

I lost everything.

And the police couldn't help?

[Isabella] I didn't go

to the police.

I felt so embarrassed

falling

for someone who scammed me.

It's not your fault.

It could have happened

to anyone.

Can you tell me

what he looked like?

[Isabella] I have some photos

If you want to see them,

but I don't want to send them

over email.

I try to stay offline

as much as I can

after everything that happened.

You could come and see me

if you'd like.

Yeah, I can come right away.

-See you soon.

-[Terri] Isabella.

Thank you.

And I'm so sorry.

[Isbella] I appreciate that.

[eerie music]

[Detective] You have reached

Detective Robert Hewitt.

Please leave a message.

[voicemail tone]

[Terri] Detective Hewitt,

this is Terri Thorne.

Look, you've

probably already done this.

But I think it might be worth

looking into Marcus.

I'm not sure.

Maybe I'm imagining things, but

just let me know if you can.

[door knocking]

Isabella?

[door knocking]

Isabella, it's Terri.

Hello?

[door clicks]

It's Terri.

Hello?

[dramatic music]

[Julia] There you go.

Now they say that

it was a suicide.

She lost everything.

She was deep in debt.

Fighting with the banks

about identity theft.

My God.

Is that going to happen to me?

Don't be ridiculous.

-You'll figure it out.

-How?

Detective Hewitt is no help,

I don't know if I can trust

Marcus.

You don't need to.

This is your life.

You do what you need to do.

No matter what anyone says.

Thank you.

I'm sorry for putting this

all on you, Julia.

I don't really have any family

left.

No close friends.

You do now.

Now I'm

going to put on the kettle

for some more tea.

Julia, thanks for the chat, but,

I'm going to have to come back

for that

cup of tea.

[door clicks]

[phone vibrates]

[Detective] Miss Thorne,

this is Detective Hewitt.

We don't normally do this, but

I did want to put your mind

at ease.

Marcus

Keller has a clean record,

and we have no reason to suspect

he is anything

other than a victim

in this case.

We ran a background check on

both of you

when we started

the investigation.

Other than that,

I'm sorry, but I have

no further updates for you.

[punching bag thudding]

[door clicks]

[door thuds]

Time to cut and run?

I can have all the assets

liquidated.

Straker wants us to stay.

Straker's been hiding our trail

from the cops.

But what if she figures it out.

I know he doesn't want another

Helen situation.

Straker says we clean things up,

and we wait.

We've gotten enough

out of that place.

The paper trail is too long,

and that neighbor knows

way too much about Helen.

Would you like to tell Straker

that?

Besides, we'll get at least

a million for the place

once we tie up

all the loose ends.

What do you want me to do?

We're going to stay calm

and collected

till the attention dies down.

Then when it's time to move,

we'll need another buyer

lined up. And we'll

need to move quickly, so.

Get everything ready for a fast

sale.

Cash, preferably.

And what are you going to do?

Same thing we did before.

Clean up the mess.

After I make a new one.

-Hey.

-Hey.

Look, I'm sorry about earlier.

I was totally out of line.

Forget about that.

But don't forget about it. I,

I didn't forget about it.

It was nice.

Where did you meet Brian?

The lawyer.

Online, I think.

The same place

that you met Anne?

Probably. Why?

I went by his office earlier and

it was cleared out.

There was a for rent sign.

I think maybe he mentioned that.

Something

about reducing overhead.

When was the last time

that you talked to him?

Yesterday.

I called about Helen.

He's looking into it.

-You did?

-Mh-hm.

I thought you wanted

to let the police handle it.

I do, but that doesn't

seem to be stopping you.

I want to help.

Look, Terri.

I'm ready to lose the townhouse.

I don't want to lose you.

You know,

that was pretty cheesy, right?

There's more

where that came from.

-Really?

-Mh-hm.

Julia.

She was talking about your ex.

I just...

Sometimes it's hard to move on.

Especially

when you have nowhere to go.

Now I know exactly

where I want to be.

[eerie music]

[door clicks]

Terri,

can you help me with this?

No, no, no.

No, no. No.

Help! Help!

No. No.

[Julia shrieking]

[lamp shatters]

Marcus?

[glass shatters]

[Marcus] Damnit!

Hey, what broke?

Just a coffee mug.

Don't worry.

It was one of mine.

-What about that?

-Hmm?

Oh, that happened

when I moved in

haven't gotten around

to replacing it yet.

You hungry?

This looks delicious.

Thank you.

Don't worry.

It's definitely

not good for you.

Oh that's all right.

I'm feeling a little bit

naughty.

Is that so?

Sweet.

So what are your plans today?

I'm not sure.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Not sure? No plans?

All right, someone call the

yearbook committee

because the queen of homework

has gone wild.

I think they're gonna print

a retraction.

It's the new me, I guess.

I like her.

A little wild.

Wild, enough

to get on a boat with me?

We'll see.

What about you?

What are you up to today?

I got a few clients

I need to see at the gym,

but then I'm going to try

and find Brian.

Oh, yeah. That's a good idea.

I told Julia that I'd stop by,

so I'll see

if I can find out

anything more about Helen.

And then

maybe we can compare notes.

[water running]

No, you should just stay home.

Excuse me?

Things are getting dangerous.

Okay?

It's time for me

to take the lead.

You've done enough.

Enough?

I've done everything.

I mean,

every piece of information

that we have is from me

going out and getting it.

Even when everyone told me

not to.

Yeah. You have.

But you're in danger.

And there's no way I'm

letting you go out...

Let me?

That's not what I meant.

I don't need your permission.

Marcus,

I don't need anything from you.

And I'm not going to let you

or anyone else stop me from

getting my life back.

Even if they are offering me

a new one.

Terri, wait. I...

[door clicks]

[door thuds]

[sponge scrubbing]

[door knocking]

[Terri] Julia?

[door knocking]

Julia, are you home?

It's Terri.

[sponge scrubbing]

[sponge scrubbing]

Hi. What a wonderful day

to work out.

Can I get you started with a

trial membership today?

No, I'm actually looking

for one of your trainers.

His name is Marcus Keller.

Oh, no.

Are you another one?

Another what?

I'm sorry. It's just that

we hear a lot about Marcus.

Not that I've ever met him

before...

I'm sorry...

Does he not work here?

He most certainly does not.

We've been warned about him.

He's a private trainer

that's been kicked out of more

than half the gyms in the city.

He hasn't tried here yet,

but if he does, he

definitely won't get through

those doors.

Why?

He's a creep.

Apparently,

he's a real charmer at first.

But then he latches

onto his clients.

Starts sending weird messages

on social media.

Cyberstalking.

You know,

I heard that a lot of the won

thought that he'd gotten

to their banking information.

They couldn't prove anything,

and none of them

pressed charges or anything.

But, ew.

There's got to be a mistake.

Do you know what he looks like?

Like this.

The Raven's Gym on Allen Street

sent this over.

I'm so sorry, but

a lot of the women he's

been creeping on,

they all look, well,

Like you.

If that's the guy you're

looking for,

be very careful.

There's got to be a mix up.

I'm sorry.

Finally.

What took you so long?

I had things to do.

Like what?

Make brunch? Canoodle?

Bake biscuits?

What do you want, Brian?

I want to get this over with.

I want to get rid of the girl,

sell the townhouse

and make my money.

-I'm almost ready.

-Ready for what?

The longer we wait, the harder

this is going to get.

I'm trying to get her

to trust me.

Like that woman up in Kings Bay.

Isabella?

That was completely different.

Look, we're not trying to get

Terri's PIN here, Marcus.

We need the property.

m*rder investigation

is not going to help us.

If Straker says we do it,

we do it.

Anne says she tried

to clean this up twice,

but you kept getting in the way.

Wasn't the right time.

Right time for what?

Are you falling for her?

Don't be an idiot.

Anne's going to k*ll you

if she finds out.

It's getting way too messy.

Don't worry about that.

Look, I'm out.

What are you doing?

I'm not dealing with this

anymore.

I'm calling Straker.

-[Brian grunts]

-[body thuds]

Brian.

[fire crackles]

[face thudding]

[face smacks]

[face smacking]

Terri.

Marcus. What happened?

Are you okay?

I'm fine.

You were right about Brian.

He was a part of this.

I confronted

him, and things got ugly.

You're hurt.

Look, did you call the police?

-No.

-Okay, I'll call you.

Don't. Terri, wait!

Please. Please.

You have to listen to me.

We cannot call the cops.

We need to go.

-What? Why?

-Brian.

When he attacked me,

he got a hold of my throat.

Everything was going black.

So I hit him. Hard.

We can't call the police.

What are you saying?

Is he dead?

I don't know.

I don't know,

but I need to get out of here.

And I want you to come with me.

Okay? I found a boat.

It's not the one I wanted,

but I took out

some loans on the townhouse.

-What? Marcus.

-I know.

I know, okay, I know,

but I didn't know what to do.

Yeah, I was scared.

I was scared about

losing everything.

About losing you.

But we can do this.

We can just pack up and go.

Forget about all this.

Forget everything.

I can't.

Of course you can.

You can do whatever you want,

Terri.

You don't need a plan.

Okay? I don't need a plan.

I just need you.

Okay? Only you.

Please, Terri.

Please.

We need to go now.

Okay.

Let's do it.

Yeah?

Yeah. Let's give it a shot.

-No plan.

-No plan.

Okay.

All right.

Let's get together a few things

and then get whatever else

we need on the way.

Okay. I'll call a cab.

Okay.

[Anne] Put the phone down.

Anne.

-You're sharp.

-Is the cab on its way?

Not sharp enough.

Hey, baby.

It's all right, Terri.

You going somewhere, Marcus?

The boathouse.

To take care of things.

You packed for a

drive to the boathouse?

Marcus, what's going on?

It's complicated, Terri.

It's complicated?

She's got a g*n.

Oh, sweetie,

I didn't want you to find out

this way.

I wanted you to find out after

we dumped your body in the lake

after making it

look like a suicide.

But Marcus

here wanted to take his time.

Is she telling the truth,

Marcus?

I thought the boat was waiting

for us?

No.

You poor thing.

You're just lonely, single.

And you look just enough

like me to fake some ID cards.

And keep Marcus

interested for a while.

I will say, though,

you're a little

spicier than the rest.

You really surprised us

coming back early.

We were hoping to have

the townhouse sold again

and would have been long gone

by the time we got back.

We certainly weren't

expecting you

to get as close as you did, but

it's over now.

Everything's over.

Isn't it, Marcus?

Marcus.

Don't leave a mark of haste

we still need this to

look like a suicide.

[whispers] I'm so sorry, Terri.

[dramatic music]

[eerie music]

[trunk clicks]

[frame clatters]

The pile is getting bigger.

You're one to talk.

I haven't heard

from Brian lately. Have you?

That's okay.

One less share.

We can't go through

with another sale.

Cops are going to be

all over this no matter what.

Straker's

going to take care of all th.

With Terri gone, there's

no one to contest your ownership

of the place.

We'll get rid of it

once the heat dies down.

Then on to the next one.

There's not going

to be a next one.

I want out.

You don't mean that, baby.

We've got a good thing,

you and I.

Don't I treat you right?

I let you have your fun

with all these pretty girls.

Because I know

you'll come back to me

once everything's

been cleaned up.

It's gone too far.

It's not up to you.

Or me.

Straker's not gonna let us stop.

I don't care what Straker wants.

You didn't

fall for her, did you?

Is that why you

stopped me from

getting her in the garage?

-In the alley?

-No, of course not.

Good. So.

You'll take care of things

for me then?

Like I take care of you?

No.

What did you say?

I said no.

I'm done with this.

With you.

[face smacks]

I don't want to do this anymore.

I don't want to be with

you anymore.

[face smacks]

You don't say no to me, Marcus.

No one says no to me.

Stop.

Stop! Stop it!

What are you doing?

Stop!

Stop it!

Stop! No!

No! Oh!

[neck crunches]

-[body thuds]

-[eerie music]

It's okay, Terri.

It's okay.

Are you okay?

Don't worry about her.

What did you do?

You k*lled her.

You k*lled Brian.

I fixed it.

I fixed everything.

Did you k*ll Helen and

Isabella, too?

It wasn't my fault.

We've been running

cons like this for years.

Insurance was supposed

to take care of most of it, but

Helen figured it out.

So you k*lled her?

It was all Anne.

I saved your life, Terri.

I did this for you.

I didn't ask you to do this.

I'm sorry.

From the moment

you walked in that door,

I never wanted to lie to you.

It was instant, like lightning.

I knew I wanted to be with you.

What about all the other,

all the other ones?

You're different. I promise.

There's something about you.

You see things differently.

You make me see things

differently.

The boat, the beach was just

a fantasy before.

But you, you made it real.

You make everything feel real.

I was stuck before.

I was trapped.

But now I'm free.

Please, Terri.

I love you.

I don't know how it happened.

I need to be with you.

All this so you could be free.

We could build a home together.

A home?

Okay?

-Okay. Okay.

-Okay?

We can do this.

Hate that you have to see this.

We have to clean everything up.

There's breach in the trunk.

I packed everything you needed

in the back.

You'll have to ditch

your phone, though, but

we can acid wash it.

Maybe you should leave a note.

Make it look like you thought

you were gonna lose your home.

Too much pressure.

You know, financial ruin.

I'll grab your bag,

and then we can go

out on the boat

and get rid of it all.

Terri, what did you do?

[Anne] Put the phone down.

When did you know?

I went and talked to them

at the gym.

They told me about

the other women.

And then I remembered

Helen's gym membership.

So I went over her photos again.

Every single one

until I found it.

That's where you met.

Right by the gym.

Same with Isabella.

So what's it about? The money?

[door clicks]

Help! Help! Detective!

Don't move, Miss Thorne.

Marcus!

The hell's going on here?

It's fine, Straker.

I've got it under control.

You got it under control?

What if she had called the

station instead of my cell?

What about that?

You're Straker?

You're in on all of this?

He busted us a while ago,

we had to cut him in.

Don't talk to her.

What the...

What are you doing?

I told you,

I have it under control.

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

He k*lled them.

He k*lled Anne

and he k*lled Brian.

They're in the boathouse.

She's

just trying to stall for time.

Don't listen to her.

And he's going to k*ll you, too.

He told me he wants out.

Come on,

man. She's lying to you.

Where is Anne?

You don't actually believe this?

She's in there.

Call her.

-What?

-Call Anne.

Call her now!

Okay. Relax.

You dial her number

and you toss me back that phone.

[phone rings faintly]

-[g*ns fire]

-[Marcus grunts]

-[g*n fires]

-[body thuds]

[boat thuds]

[boat thuds]

I thought you

were different, Terri.

But you're just like all

the others.

-[body thuds]

-[Marcus grunts]

[Marcus spits]

-[body thuds]

-[Marcus grunts]

-[body thuds]

-[Marcus grunts]

-[body thuds]

-[Terri shrieks]

[dramatic music]

[oar snaps]

-[body thuds]

-[Terri grunts]

[head thuds]

[footsteps clomping]

[keys clatter]

[door clicks]

Oh, yes. Hi.

I'm looking to buy a one way

ticket.

I'm not quite sure just yet.

Oh, one sec.

The airport? For Terri.

Yeah.

That sounds perfect. Okay.

[dramatic music]