A Chef's Deadly Revenge (2024) Movie Script

(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 killed 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 shot.
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 war 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 stab 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 stalks 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 threaten him.
I was upset
and I was scared,
and I wanted him to leave.
We found the murder weapon
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 killed 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 kill 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 kill 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 kill 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 kill 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 knife 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
killing 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 killer.
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)