Stalked by My Mother (2016) Movie Script
Need you to stay close, honey.
- Okay.
Thank you.
You're welcome.
Excuse me.
Can I ask you a question?
Sure.
I'm looking for a book
on female spies in the Cold War.
What's the author's name?
- Singleton.
I saw it the other day.
Next aisle.
Let's see, let's see.
Where did I see it?
Se, Sh, Si...
Sil-- Singleton.
Collected works.
Great.
I have read these
at least twice.
You have?
No.
Do you need anything else?
No thanks, I'm good.
Have a good one.
- You too.
Maddy?
Maddy!
Maddy!
You go that way,
I'll look over here.
Maddy!
Where are you?
Maddy.
Maddy!
Maddy!
Maddy!
Maddy!
Maddy...
Maddy!
Maddy!
You okay?
Bad dream?
Bad memory.
What about?
Where are you going?
Party.
With who?
Gina.
Have I met Gina?
Think so.
There aren't going to be any
drugs at this party, right?
Of course not.
Give me some credit.
I'm late.
Maddy!
Hey girl!
Hi Gina.
Um, you're late.
Where were you?
I had to finish a paper
for my history class.
There are so many
cute guys here.
I mean, I only uploaded
the post, like, four hours ago
and this place is packed.
You want to meet him?
Do you know that guy?
Nope. Go over there
and talk to him.
You're crazy, I can't just
go over there and...
Why not?
- Because!
Fine, then I will
go introduce you.
Gina!
Hi.
I'm Tucker.
Maddy.
Hi Maddy.
You wanna grab a drink?
Sure.
I'm gonna get you for this.
So how come I haven't
seen you on campus?
You a Freshman?
No.
- What's so funny?
I'm in my last year
at Lexington.
Lexington...
College?
Lexington High.
Does that bother you?
I won't tell anybody.
Maddy?
What-- Mom?
Did-- did you follow me?
This is not the kind of
party we talked about.
I can't believe this!
How old are you?
- Twenty.
She's 17.
Did you give her that drink?
Don't ever do that again.
- I'm not leaving.
I didn't do anything wrong!
You are going home now!
My God.
Okay.
You are in high school!
You're too young to
go to college parties.
And that guy you were
flirting with?
He is way too old for you.
- We were just talking.
We weren't even doing anything!
Yet.
When you go away to
college, there'll be
plenty of time for all of that.
Why can't you just treat
me like an adult?
Well, that'll happen
when you start acting like one.
Where did you meet this Gina?
Coffee spot at the mall.
We just started talking.
When was this?
Five, six months ago?
How old is she?
I don't know, 20?
Look, she's really cool, Mom,
and-- and she's taught me a lot.
I bet she has.
- But she said she's
gonna help me pledge next year!
So what? And you're not allowed
to hang out at frat
parties, either.
That's final.
- God-- My entire life,
you're telling me what I can do
and who I can hang
out with, everything!
You never let me make just
one decision on my own!
Hi girls.
So glad to be back.
Please tell her she's
a control freak.
You're a control freak. Hi.
- How was your flight?
Not nearly as turbulent
as my kitchen.
She followed me
all the way to Westwood!
Can you please tell her to stop
treating me like an infant?
Your mother loves you
very, very much.
I'm sure she has a good reason
to do what she did.
I'm old enough
to take care of myself!
You trust me, right?
- Sure.
Well, why can't she?
- What would you like me to do?
I want you to tell her
to stop following me around!
Honey, I'm on the road
three weeks of the month.
I can't tell your mom how
to run the house while I'm--
Just forget I asked.
You worry about her too much.
- I can't help it.
You know, if you were working,
you wouldn't have time to follow
her around like this.
I'm looking for a job.
That'll help.
You should go talk to her.
I will.
You don't remember,
but when you were real little,
someone tried to kidnap you.
I know. Told me
a million times.
You have no idea
what goes through
a mother's mind
when something
like that happens.
These things happen on the news.
Little girl gets kidnapped,
cops find her body
in the desert...
I thought I was never
gonna see you again.
He was going to take
you to his car,
but I caught him before
he got outside.
Made a huge scene,
called security.
He denied everything,
said that he was gonna--
He was gonna take me
to the main office.
I know.
You told me.
Then you of all people
should understand
why I get so overprotective.
I do, but what I don't
understand is
why you have to be
so overprotective all the time!
I can't wait for you
to have kids someday.
Mrs. Beauregard?
Hi, I'm-- I'm Gina.
Gina West, Maddy's friend.
Look, Gina, I--
I know you don't want me to
hang out with Maddy anymore.
She told me.
She did?
Yeah.
Um...
Can we maybe talk inside?
I just want to apologize for
over-stepping my bounds.
I didn't mean to
cause her any harm.
In fact, she's-- she's
like a kid sister to me.
If anything, I just want to be
there to look out for her.
Well, "big sister,"
if you had any common sense,
you wouldn't be taking
my 17-year-old daughter
to a frat party
with booze and pot
and college guys trying
to get into her pants.
Actually, um,
the guy she was talking to,
Tucker, he's not
like that at all.
Gina.
- He's a really good--
Look, I know you
didn't mean any harm,
but it's-- it's just
not a good match.
And she can join
your little sorority
when she goes to college,
just not yet.
You're right.
It was wrong.
I'm sorry.
I should go.
I am so sorry
about what my mom did.
That was so embarrassing.
You know what I think?
I think she has a point.
You do?
I mean, if I had a daughter
in high school,
I wouldn't want her going
to frat parties, either.
So does that mean that
you don't want to
hang out with me?
No.
No, that doesn't
mean that at all.
I-- I like you.
A lot.
I like you, too.
We just might want to...
you know...
take it slow.
Right?
Absolutely.
What?
- Get out of the car!
What the hell is she doing here?
This is so humiliating.
I can't believe
you're doing this.
God, Mom.
- You promised me
you weren't gonna see him again.
You said that!
I never promised anything!
Tucker, you need to date
girls your own age.
You have no right to do this.
- He has no right
being in your car
at three in the morning!
Mrs. Beauregard, I'm sorry--
- I could have you
thrown in jail, you know that?
Mom, why are you doing this?
Why are you stalking me?
You try it again, I'll kill you.
I'm only three
years older than she is!
Maddy's dad is six years
older than her mom.
The woman is being
such a hypocrite.
Yeah, you're right, she is.
I mean, plus Maddy's gonna be 18
in, like, three months, anyway.
Doesn't matter.
After what happened last night,
I doubt her mom's
ever gonna let me see her again.
Oooh, can I get some of that?
Yeah, sure.
Hi, I'm Abigail.
Hi Abigail, I'm Tucker.
This is my friend Gina.
Hi. Nice to meet you.
So, Tucker,
do you go to Whittendale?
Yeah.
Marine Biology. You?
I love the ocean.
Cheers.
Do you live here?
Yeah, me and the other guys.
It's a really nice place.
Maybe you can, um,
give me the 25 cent tour?
Yeah, sure.
What's up?
- Tucker just went up to his room
with some girl.
Wait, what?
Who is she?
I don't know, she just--
she showed up
to the party
and started hitting on him.
That bastard!
I'm coming over there.
Wait, wait, I didn't
tell you this
so that you would freak out,
I wanted you to know that
you are so much better off
without him.
Keep him there.
Call me if he leaves with her.
Is he still here?
Don't go in there.
I'm going!
No, Maddy!
You son of a bitch!
What are you doing?
You need to get
the hell out of here!
Get your hands off me!
- Get out!
I'm leaving already.
- What did I do?
You hooked up with her, okay?
I did not!
You're such a liar!
Look! I want every girl
in this room
to take a good look at
this cheating scumbag!
Remember this face!
Whoa!
How could I be so stupid?
Are you okay?
No.
I was gonna leave for a week,
but... you need me.
I'm gonna cancel my trip.
No, don't do that.
I'll be fine.
You sure?
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We will be experiencing
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but for now, skies are clear,
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What do you want?
- I want to talk to you.
Can I see you?
No.
- Please.
I'm parked around the corner.
Nothing is going on
with me and that girl.
Acting like you don't
even know her name.
I swear to you
I'm telling the truth.
Look, you can hate me,
tell the world what
a terrible person I am,
but that's not gonna change
the way that I feel about you.
The other night...
when we were talkin'
forever in that coffee shop...
and you kissed me...
Well, you know.
No, I-- I don't know.
Just say it.
I'm fallin' in love with you.
Okay?
Come here.
My roommates are gone
for the weekend.
Wanna...
come over and watch
a movie or something?
I can't.
But next weekend?
Okay.
Hey, I got you something.
Mrs. Beauregard.
What are you doin' here?
May I come in?
No.
Please. It's important.
Okay.
Well, we're back.
Home sweet home.
Yo Tucker, we're back, dude!
What's up, man?
We're gonna go work out, man.
You comin'?
I know you're not
still sleeping.
Get your sorry ass out of bed.
You know what time it is?!
Tucker?
Tucker!
Hi!
- Hi.
Are you okay?
Yeah, I'm fine.
Why?
You haven't heard the news?
What news?
My God...
Maddy, I don't know
how to tell you this,
but...
But what?
What's going on?
We lost Tucker.
He's dead.
If that's a joke,
it's really not funny.
His roommate called me.
They found him in his room
stabbed to death.
My God...
Police are investigating,
they're talking to everyone.
They don't-- they don't know
who did it or why, nothing.
Maddy, I'm so sorry, I...
I just thought you should know.
Look, I'm still in New York
for a couple of days,
and then I fly back to LA,
but if you need anything,
you call me, okay?
I love you.
Okay.
Honey, what is it?
Someone killed Tucker...
That's horrible.
I want every girl in this room
to take a long look
at this cheating scumbag!
Remember this face!
That's enough.
- Don't you ever touch me.
Want to tell us what was
goin' on there, Maddy?
I was told that Tucker was
hooking up with this other girl,
so I got really upset.
Obviously.
Look, I know that
that video looks really bad,
but I-- I didn't kill him.
Maddy...
- No.
I was falling in
love with him, okay?
And he keeps looking
at me like I did it!
I didn't do it!
We're just trying to put
it all together, that's all.
When was the last time
you saw Tucker?
The next night.
Saturday.
Everything was fine.
He came over,
and, he parked
around the corner.
Called me from his car.
So, um...
I snuck out to talk
to him for a little bit.
"Snuck out?"
Why are you sneaking
out of your own house?
I didn't approve
of Maddy going out with him.
I followed her.
I saw the whole conversation.
Sounds like you're being
stalked by your mother.
I admit I am a bit...
overprotective.
What time was this when you
met him on the street?
Nine.
I came right home after.
You didn't go back to his place
just to be with him?
She was here that whole time.
How would you know?
You were out of town, right?
Well, Claire was home all night.
Right, babe?
That's right.
Maddy was inside
the house all night.
Right.
Except for that one time
she snuck out.
Well, I am gonna have
to have my team
look through the house
and do a forensics check
on Maddy's car.
Also, with your
parent's permission,
we need to take
your fingerprints.
Okay.
Hi. You hungry?
Want me to make us some lunch?
Where did you go?
What are you talking about?
After I saw Tucker on the
street, I came home.
Twenty minutes later
you left the house.
You were gone for
a couple hours.
Where did you go?
I just...
you know...
just went for a drive.
Clear my head.
Grilled cheese and
tomato soup okay?
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Does Maddy
have a tendency to get...
violent?
No, never.
She kinda went nuts at that
party, don't you think?
Give her a break, I mean,
that girl was practically
doing a strip tease
with her boyfriend.
Why tell Maddy
about Tucker and this other girl?
Excuse me?
Knew she'd get upset.
What's the point?
If my boyfriend was
messing around with some girl,
and Maddy found out about it,
I would expect her
to have my back.
That's-- that's what friends
do for each other.
When'd you leave town?
The day after the party.
Gonna need proof of that trip.
What-- like...
like a statement from
someone on the plane?
I mean, I-- I can't get that!
How about a boarding pass?
Right. Sorry.
Here's my boarding card
from LA to New York...
and the returning trip.
And here's my receipt
from the hotel
I stayed at in Tribeca.
Looks like an alibi.
Thank you.
So...
who do you think did it?
Recognize these?
Yeah, I've been looking
all over for them.
Where did you--
- Maddy, don't say anything more.
Gardener dug 'em out
three blocks
from the crime scene.
They've got your fingerprints
all over 'em.
And this blood here?
Matches Tucker's DNA.
We also found some
of Tucker's blood
on the driver side
door handle of your car.
What's his blood doin'
all over your stuff, Maddy?
You want to tell us
what really happened?
She's not saying anything
without a lawyer being present.
Okay, I'll take a shot.
You were mad at Tucker
for cheating on you.
You snuck out of the house when
your mother wasn't looking.
You went over to his place,
killed him with these scissors,
then as you were driving away
you threw 'em
out the car window.
Wait, that's crazy.
- Not...
I wasn't even near the house
that night!
another word, Maddy.
- Mom,
you need to tell him--
Maddy Beauregard,
you are under arrest--
Maddy, no!
Get her!
Maddy, stop!
Don't do this.
Maddy!
Hey!
Stop!
Come back here.
Mom!
- You have the right
to remain silent.
- Mom!
Anything you say can
and will be used
against you...
- You know what happened!
You have the right...
- You know! Just tell them!
If you
cannot afford an attorney,
one will be provided for you.
Do you understand these rights
as I have explained them to you?
She's a minor.
I mean, they can't put her on
trial as an adult, can they?
They can and they will.
But the bottom line is,
she never left the house.
Claire can testify that Maddy
was home the entire night.
I mean, you can't
tell me that that's irrelevant.
I'm-- no, I'm not saying
that it's irrelevant.
What I'm saying is that
the jury will expect
the mother to cover for her.
Show me a mom who wouldn't.
Then what about the way the cops
collected the evidence?
The blood, the fingerprints.
They must've screwed up
somewhere along the line.
It's textbook.
They did their job right.
Look, it's her first offense,
so that works to our advantage.
We need to show that
Tucker threatened her,
and she feared for her life.
You mean, like,
she did it in self defense?
Yeah.
- But she was not even there.
Our best defense
is involuntary manslaughter,
which on a good day
with a good judge
is a two year sentence,
if we're lucky.
Can I talk to you in private?
Maddy, what's goin' on?
You're my lawyer, right?
I can talk to you without
my parents in the room?
Yeah.
My mother did it.
What?
She killed Tucker.
Okay, Maddy, I know that
you're mad at your mother
because she didn't
like your boyfriend,
but this isn't--
No, she follows me
all the time.
She threatened to kill him!
But people just say that
when they're upset--
No, on the night of the murder
my mom was gone for two hours.
Same time Tucker died.
I think she took the scissors
from the desk in my room,
went to Tucker's house, and--
Well, then why weren't
her fingerprints
on the scissors?
Because she's trying
to frame me.
And why would she do that?
She's insane.
Crazy people do crazy things.
Okay, Maddy.
You're scared.
I get that.
I've defended a lot of women
that are in your position.
But going against
your mother right now
is not gonna help us.
If anything, you two have
got to stand by each other.
I need you to find out where
she went that night.
Stop.
I'm your lawyer,
I'm not a detective.
Then get a private detective!
Follow her around, go through
her phone records.
I'm not hiring...
- Whatever!
a private detective for you.
Fine.
Get one myself.
Nick Fox Investigations,
this is Nick.
How can I help you?
My name is Maddy Beauregard.
I got your information from
my, roommate,
Shaunequa Washington.
Yeah!
I remember Shaunequa.
How's she doin' these days?
Great!
I wanted to talk to you
about, possibly hiring you?
Well, Ms. Beauregard,
the first thing you need
to know is my rate.
I take an upfront retainer
of five hundred.
Then eighty dollars an hour,
plus expenses.
Mr. Fox,
I'm gonna be honest with you.
I am 17 years old,
I go to Lexington High,
and I've just been arrested
for murder.
I don't have that kind of money.
How much money you got?
Three hundred dollars
from my part time job.
I was saving for college.
You got a credit card?
No.
My mom wouldn't let me.
Look, you seem like
a nice, good kid.
What the hell you doin' in jail?
It's a long story.
Will you help me?
You give me the
three hundred dollars,
I'll give you a day.
One day?
All right, two days.
Thanks.
What do you need me to do?
I want you to follow my mother.
Your mother?
Maddy!
Maddy!
What are you doing
with my daughter?
No, no, hold on, lady.
You've got the wrong idea!
I was just taking her...
- Stop him!
to the main office.
- He was taking her to his car.
This man is trying
to kidnap my daughter.
No, no, look, relax.
I'm a teacher, okay? I wasn't--
Tell her, I wasn't trying--
I was just trying...
You were trying to kidnap her!
They fired you?
- Yeah.
But they can't do that.
- Thanks to that woman
at the library, the whole school
thinks I'm a pedophile.
There's not a school
in the entire country
that'll hire me now.
Shut up for once!
- Shut up with your excuses!
All right!
Hey, what's wrong, sweetie?
I don't like it when you and
Mommy fight all the time.
It's gonna be okay.
Are you sure?
Hey Dad.
It was wrong.
I hope you can forgive me.
I should go.
Can I use your restroom?
- Sure.
It's by the front door.
Hey honey.
Santa Fe?
You can have half now,
half when the job's done.
May I come in?
- No.
Please. It's important.
Look, I'll get right
to the point.
I know you have feelings
for my daughter,
but, come on, Tucker,
she's 17.
She's actually a lot more
mature than you realize.
Look, I love your daughter.
She's in her
last year of high school.
She should be enjoying that
with kids her own age.
If you really love her,
you'll give her that.
I understand.
Thanks.
That's all.
Okay.
Goodnight.
Goodnight.
Gina...
I thought you were in New York.
I'm still in New York.
Huh?
Gina isn't my name.
Gina West is my fake name.
Gina West flew to New York,
checked into a hotel,
then flew back to Los Angeles
under her real name:
Lucy Underhill.
Ladies and gentlemen,
welcome to flight A546
from New York City
to Los Angeles.
Are you drunk?
What are you talking about?
Is that Maddy's mom
outside the window?
I don't see 'em.
Hello?
Is anyone here?
I don't agree
with that strategy.
I don't care what
my husband says.
Look, can I call you back?
There's someone at the door.
Hi Mrs. Beauregard.
What do you want, Gina?
I just want to help.
Come on.
It's like the cops have
stopped working on this.
They've got Maddy,
so they've stopped looking
at other possibilities.
Exactly, which is why
it's up to us to prove
that she didn't do this.
What about Tucker's family,
or-- or his-- his
friends at school?
You think one of them did this?
I don't know.
Someone must've seen
or heard something.
I want to talk
to Tucker's roommate.
Police already talked to him.
Okay, well,
we can't just sit here.
The cops aren't doing
anything to help her,
and you're telling
me that her lawyer
wants her to plead guilty?
That-- that's crazy.
Look, Mrs. Beauregard,
she's like my little sister.
I can't let this happen to her!
Right now, she is
in a prison cell all alone,
and there is nobody
to look after her!
There's nobody!
I know, come here.
What are you doing?
Just getting ready for tomorrow.
I gotta go to Cleveland,
I got a big meeting there.
You're not serious.
- Yeah.
Why?
You're going on a business trip?
Your daughter is
sitting in jail,
accused of murder,
and you're leaving town?
Honey, we still have
to pay the bills
regardless of what's
happening with Maddy.
I can't believe you.
Do you expect me to quit?
- No.
Then what do you want me to do?
- I want you to help me prove
that she didn't do it.
I'm going to go talk
to Tucker's roommate.
Wait, wait, wait,
what are you gonna do?
Well, Maddy's friend Gina
is gonna meet me there.
You want to join us?
Wait, wait, no.
Look, the lawyer
specifically said
do not talk to anyone
else involved in this.
You could jeopardize
the whole case.
Well, I don't agree.
I think it'll help.
And I'm asking you
to come with me.
Claire, no!
No, we need to
win this in court.
We're not gonna win this by-- by
sneaking around like
you always do.
It just doesn't work that way.
So what, you're okay
with Maddy going to jail,
her life completely ruined?
I never said that.
Well, that's how you're acting.
Do you believe she did it?
I don't know what happened.
But the evidence is so stacked
against us it just--
You think she killed him.
Honey, what I think
doesn't matter.
What matters is what
we can prove in court.
Do you understand that?
- I understand.
I understand that you'd
rather jump on a plane
than stay here with me and fight
for your daughter's freedom.
That's what I understand!
You're not playing fair,
and you know it.
Now wait. Wait,
could you come back here?
Can we finish this, please?
Mr. Beauregard?
Yes.
Hi, I'm-- I'm Gina,
Maddy's friend.
Is, um, is Claire home?
No, she-- she just left
to meet with you.
I-- I thought we were
supposed to meet here
and drive together.
Um, do you mind if I come in?
I-- I really have to pee.
Yeah.
Come on.
Look, Gina, what you and
Claire are about to do
is really stupid. I mean,
this kind of thing
could actually hurt
Maddy's case more than anything.
Where's your computer?
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
What the hell are you doing?
Where is it?!
It's-- it's in my office.
Go.
Keep your hands
where I can see 'em.
Go online to your
Palm Vista account.
Look, I-- I don't have
a Palm Vista account.
You want me to read you
your account number?
You're gonna transfer it
to this account.
Look, this is stupid.
If this is your account,
the police are gonna know--
Just do it!
Hi, I'm Claire.
Hi.
Oliver.
Thanks for seeing me.
Hi, this is Gina!
Leave a message!
Hey Gina, this is Claire.
Look, Oliver doesn't
have that much time,
so I'm gonna get
started without you.
I'll see you when you get here.
No thanks.
Have a seat.
Okay.
So how long was Tucker
going out with Maddy?
Gina introduced him to her
the night you came over.
Okay, was he seeing
anybody else?
Look, Mrs. Beauregard,
I already told the
police all this.
All right, it's done.
- Go to your Heritage account.
Same thing.
Do it!
You were roommates with him
for what, two years?
You didn't see or hear
anything suspicious?
I didn't make it a point
to follow him around.
That's your thing.
You've got some attitude.
That's my daughter in jail.
They're accusing her of murder--
Yeah, and she probably did it!
You forget...
she loved him.
And you forget Tucker
was my best friend!
And I'm still trying
to deal with this.
Now I know you don't want to
believe that your own daughter
could do something like that.
But if she didn't do it,
who did?
All right, it's all transferred.
Open the safe.
Come on, there's nothing
in there you want.
Nothing in there
that I want, huh?
Put the money on the desk.
Now back off.
Drop it.
Who are you?
- You a cop?
Shut up!
The money you just
took from him?
You're gonna give it to me.
You were in my apartment,
weren't you?
I recognize that bad cologne.
Yeah, well, I kinda like it.
Drop the gun, kick it over here.
I'm home.
Where are you?
What the hell happened?
Hi Mrs. Beauregard,
I-- I'm so sorry.
I just got your message.
I-- I had to take my mom
to the emergency room.
Is she okay?
- Yeah.
She broke her left fibula,
she was--
she fell trying
to hang a painting.
What did Oliver say?
Nothing, really.
Listen, I-- I hope
you're not mad at me.
No, of course not.
It's just next time--
Shoot, you know what,
that's-- that's my mom
on the other line,
I-- can we talk later?
Okay, bye.
God.
Honey?
My God.
Sean!
911, what's your emergency?
I-- I need help!
My husband's been shot!
Why are you even here?
Wait.
Don't tell me.
Now that I'm in maximum security
you're having a tough time
stalking me, is that it?
Your father is in the hospital.
He's been shot.
What?
They have him stabilized,
but he's still not responsive.
He's been unconscious
for 15 hours.
What-- what happened?
A man with a gun
came into the house.
Tried to rob the safe.
There was a struggle,
and Dad was shot,
but he managed to
grab the man's gun and...
killed him.
For now, that's what the
police think happened.
I've been at the hospital
all this time.
They said that he's in a coma.
I don't know if he's
gonna make it or not...
I didn't know what to tell you.
Do they...
know who the guy was?
Yeah.
His name is Nick Fox.
He's a private investigator.
A crooked one, that's for sure.
Maddy.
Your dad's gonna make it.
He's tough.
He will beat this.
No.
That's-- that's not it.
There's something else.
What do you mean?
I'm...
I'm so sorry.
Sorry about what?
You have to tell me.
I wanted to have you followed...
so I hired that guy...
Nick Fox.
Why did you want me followed?
Because you killed Tucker.
You really believe I did that?
Did you go to
his house that night?
Yes.
I-- I asked him nicely
to please stop seeing you.
But that's-- that's it.
When I left, he was fine.
I didn't like the idea of
you dating Tucker, but...
I didn't kill him.
Neither did I.
I am not giving up on you.
Okay, you're my daughter.
I love you.
I'm gonna get you
out of this mess.
Mom.
I know you didn't hurt Tucker.
What's going on
with this family?
I don't know, baby.
I don't know.
Imperial Bank of the Bahamas,
how may I help you?
Sydney Jensen, please.
Sydney Jensen.
How may I help you?
Sydney.
It's Jennifer.
Jennifer!
Hey!
How are you?
I'm good.
I miss you.
I miss you, too.
When are you coming back?
Soon.
My divorce is finally settled.
Good. I'm glad you're getting
rid of that son of a bitch.
He transferred the money.
That's good.
Can you still do
what we talked about?
It depends.
What did you ask for again?
Come on.
You remember.
I want you to put my money
in my other account,
and make the record
of transfer just...
disappear.
And if I do that for you...
what are you gonna do for me?
It's not what I'm
gonna do for you.
It's what I'm gonna let you...
do to me.
So...
do we have a deal?
We got a deal.
Great.
I'll see you real soon, baby.
See ya.
Idiot.
In a quiet suburb
of Santa Clarita last night,
in what police are describing
as a home invasion
that turned deadly.
Forty-six year old
Sean Beauregard
was working in his house
when a man apparently broke in
and tried to rob him.
Beauregard was taken
to the hospital
where he is in critical
but stable condition.
Beauregard is an executive
at Perfecta Health
Medical Sales,
where coworkers...
Son of a bitch.
We've got him on life support.
He seems to be
leveling off, but...
there's really no way to know
how long he'll be
in this condition.
Isn't there anything
else you can do?
It's all up to him, now.
This could be a very long
process, Claire.
And as head of this hospital
this is something I need
to talk to you about.
Your insurance.
He's only covered for one month
of care at this level
of life support.
After that he'll be transferred
to a private facility,
and you, Claire, will be
100% responsible for that cost.
How much money are
you talking about?
Here's a breakdown of
what it costs per day.
That's per day?
Yeah.
Okay, I know Sean was really
good about saving money.
I'll check.
Excuse me, can you tell me which
room Sean Beauregard's in?
I was just
checking our bank accounts.
I have no idea what
happened, but...
all our savings
have been wiped out.
What?
We can talk in here.
Claire!
- Gina.
I--
- What are you doing here?
I saw what happened on the TV.
I'm so sorry.
How are you holding up?
Yeah, I'm-- I'm all right.
Look, this-- it's just
not a good time.
What happened?
Do they know anything about
the guy that did this?
Yeah, it-- look,
it's complicated.
I-- I really need to speak
with Dr. Lewis right now,
so could you give us
some privacy?
Gosh, I'm sorry, of course.
I'm sorry.
- That's okay.
I'll just, um...
I'll put these over here.
And, Claire,
if you need anything, seriously.
Sure.
- I know you've been through
a lot, so feel free to call.
Thank you, Gina.
How is it possible that
your savings are all gone?
It must have been that
private detective who tried to rob us.
My goodness.
That's terrible.
Look, I-- I don't know
what we're gonna do
when our coverage
runs out, but I--
I will think of something.
I'll talk to my family,
Sean's family.
I'll find some way
to get the money.
I'm so sorry.
Okay.
Excuse me, doctor?
I'm a good friend
of the family's.
How is he doing?
He's stable.
Seriously, is...
Is he gonna make it?
Pray for a miracle.
I will.
Somebody hacked
our bank accounts.
They must have got
our passwords somehow
and transferred all of our--
They transferred
all your savings
to a bank in the Bahamas.
How long have you known this?
Why didn't you tell me?
- It took our computer guys
a while to get access.
So we know where the money is?
We can get it back?
Not exactly.
Apparently the money left
your husband's account,
but never arrived at
the target bank.
What?
- The Imperial Bank
of the Bahamas has
no record of the transfer.
So what, our money is lost?
For the time being.
We'll find it.
Great.
That's comforting.
Guess that private detective
knew exactly what he was doing.
Your daughter hired
Mr. Fox, is that correct?
That's right.
Why would she do that?
Maddy, she... she suspected me
of killing her boyfriend.
Did you have a
personal relationship with Mr. Fox?
No!
- You weren't home the night
of your husband's robbery.
Where were you?
I went to Tucker's house...
to talk to his roommates.
I wanted to see if I could
find some clue to help
exonerate my daughter.
Mrs. Beauregard, you need to
stop playing detective.
That's my job.
- I will
when you start doing your job.
Trust me, I've had my hands
full with this one.
Forensics examined
the crime scene.
We found a bullet fired
from a second gun,
a weapon legally
registered to Nick Fox.
But no weapon.
Somebody moved it from
the crime scene.
We examined the entry wounds
on Nick Fox's body,
and it is very apparent he was
not shot at point blank range.
We found three blood types.
Your husband's, Nick Fox's...
somebody else.
That can only mean one thing.
There was a third person
involved
in that shooting last night.
I need to get a blood
sample from you.
What are you saying?
That I'm a suspect?
I'm saying the
forensics are all over the place,
and I'm not rulin' anything out.
You think I
framed my own daughter.
Don't you see?
Somebody is doing this to me!
All right.
Then you tell me.
Who?
Who would want to
hurt you like this?
Maddy!
Mommy!
- Maddy!
What are you doing
with my daughter?
No, no, no, hold on.
You've got the wrong idea.
I-- I'm a teacher, I--
I was just taking her
to the main office.
No, you weren't, you were gonna
take her to your car.
Ma'am, I wasn't, I assure you.
Hold him while
I call the police.
No, no, look, I didn't know
where you were.
I saw her.
I was just gonna take her--
- I saw you!
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Look, look.
You've got-- she was lost.
I was trying to help her.
This man was trying
to kidnap my daughter!
Who is it?
It's Claire Beauregard.
Can I talk to you?
Are you Vanessa Underhill?
Yeah.
You remember me?
May I-- may I come in?
What do you want?
Are you trying to hurt me?
Why would I do that?
Well, it's...
Because of what happened
with your husband.
My husband.
David.
Yes.
He shot himself
right over there.
In that corner.
And the blood...
And they made me clean it up.
They made me clean it up!
And then his brains.
'Cause it just went...
And then--
I found it.
I found it,
and I-- I saved it.
I saved it, I saved it.
Lady, hang on.
Ha, I got it here.
Hey!
Come on, bud.
We have company!
David?
Come on.
Don't be shy.
Why are you hiding...
now?
David?
We talked about this.
Come on, where are you?
Where did you go?
There is a person here
that you need to meet, and...
are you hiding from me?
David!
Mrs. Beauregard?
Hi, I'm-- I'm Gina.
Gina West, Maddy's friend.
David?
Come on!
David, David, David, David.
Is your daughter named Lucy?
Huh?
Lucy!
Lucy.
Did you bring her?
Did you bring her?
Lucy?
Come here, baby girl.
Come to Mama.
David!
Hang on.
I got him.
I got him.
He's here.
This is David.
And... I talk to him,
and I just say, you know,
"Hi honey, I'm home!"
And he always answers me,
he just always answers.
Hang on-- what?
Yeah.
You need to leave!
You have to go.
'Cause...
David's comin' home.
And I have to get ready for him.
And there's a-- there's
a little bit to do, so, um...
you can get out.
I'm sorry.
Get out!
Get out!
David.
He's gonna come home.
Hi Gina.
Hi Claire, just
checkin' in on you.
How are you holdin' up?
I'm okay.
Yeah? How's Mr. Beauregard?
Same.
Are you at the hospital?
Yeah. Why?
- Well, I was just thinking of
bringing you a care package.
I mean, I know you probably
haven't had time to cook
and Lord knows the hospital food
can be so gross.
Well, that's very nice of you.
What time do you
think you'll be home?
It's a little
after five right now, so...
I guess six?
Okay, perfect. Can I meet you
at your house around...
six thirty?
Sure.
Okay, great.
I'll see you then!
Bye.
What are you doing in my house?
Claire, hi.
The door was unlocked.
I just thought you were home.
- Don't lie to me!
Your name isn't even Gina.
It's Lucy.
Lucy Underhill.
No, you don't.
You killed Tucker, didn't you?
You shot my husband, too.
Admit it.
You're sick in the head
just like your father!
My father was a good man!
Then why did he try
to kidnap Maddy?
He was trying to help her!
And you knew it!
But you accused him anyway.
Then why didn't you
just go after me?
Why did you do this
to my family?
Because I wanted you to know
what it felt like!
I wanted you to watch
somebody that you loved
get blamed for a crime
that they didn't commit.
The man that you loved most?
I wanted you to watch him die.
That was my dad!
And he killed himself!
Because of you!
That's not the way I see it.
I'm calling the police.
I put a bomb in the fireplace.
What?
My God.
You gotta turn it off!
I don't know how.
Untie me.
Please, I'll try.
Wait, wait,
Mrs. Beauregard!
Please!
Please don't leave me!
I'm sorry!
You're a good woman,
I'm sorry, please!
Please don't leave me!
Please come back.
Okay, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.
Freeze! Don't move!
You're under arrest.
Put your hands above your head!
Do it, Lucy!
Do it, now!
Go.
Sean?
My God!
Maddy.
Hi!
- Dad!
We're here.
It's okay.
- I'm so sorry.
It's okay.
He's gonna be okay.
- He's gonna be okay.
My God.
Wait'll you see your new office.
You're gonna love it!
You know, first vacation
I get in 15 years
and she can't wait to
send me back to work.
Maddy, get the groceries,
I'll help Dad in.
No, no, I got this. Seriously.
Excuse us...
Hi, um, we're having a party
at my house right
around the corner there
and we're inviting all the
neighborhood kids to come by.
That's nice.
What's-- what's the occasion?
Well,
we just moved here last week
and we thought it'd
be a good way
to meet the neighbors.
I just moved here, too.
I'm Maddy.
Hi, I'm Yolanda.
This is my friend Wendy.
Nice to meet you guys.
So when does the party start?
It's actually already happening,
so we kinda gotta get back.
Mom, can I go?
Sure, honey.
We'll see you later.
Cool.
So where'd you live before here?
County jail.
What?
It's a long story.
I'll tell you later.
So, how long have
you lived here?
Not too long.
I just moved here from Texas.
Yeah.
- Okay.
Thank you.
You're welcome.
Excuse me.
Can I ask you a question?
Sure.
I'm looking for a book
on female spies in the Cold War.
What's the author's name?
- Singleton.
I saw it the other day.
Next aisle.
Let's see, let's see.
Where did I see it?
Se, Sh, Si...
Sil-- Singleton.
Collected works.
Great.
I have read these
at least twice.
You have?
No.
Do you need anything else?
No thanks, I'm good.
Have a good one.
- You too.
Maddy?
Maddy!
Maddy!
You go that way,
I'll look over here.
Maddy!
Where are you?
Maddy.
Maddy!
Maddy!
Maddy!
Maddy!
Maddy...
Maddy!
Maddy!
You okay?
Bad dream?
Bad memory.
What about?
Where are you going?
Party.
With who?
Gina.
Have I met Gina?
Think so.
There aren't going to be any
drugs at this party, right?
Of course not.
Give me some credit.
I'm late.
Maddy!
Hey girl!
Hi Gina.
Um, you're late.
Where were you?
I had to finish a paper
for my history class.
There are so many
cute guys here.
I mean, I only uploaded
the post, like, four hours ago
and this place is packed.
You want to meet him?
Do you know that guy?
Nope. Go over there
and talk to him.
You're crazy, I can't just
go over there and...
Why not?
- Because!
Fine, then I will
go introduce you.
Gina!
Hi.
I'm Tucker.
Maddy.
Hi Maddy.
You wanna grab a drink?
Sure.
I'm gonna get you for this.
So how come I haven't
seen you on campus?
You a Freshman?
No.
- What's so funny?
I'm in my last year
at Lexington.
Lexington...
College?
Lexington High.
Does that bother you?
I won't tell anybody.
Maddy?
What-- Mom?
Did-- did you follow me?
This is not the kind of
party we talked about.
I can't believe this!
How old are you?
- Twenty.
She's 17.
Did you give her that drink?
Don't ever do that again.
- I'm not leaving.
I didn't do anything wrong!
You are going home now!
My God.
Okay.
You are in high school!
You're too young to
go to college parties.
And that guy you were
flirting with?
He is way too old for you.
- We were just talking.
We weren't even doing anything!
Yet.
When you go away to
college, there'll be
plenty of time for all of that.
Why can't you just treat
me like an adult?
Well, that'll happen
when you start acting like one.
Where did you meet this Gina?
Coffee spot at the mall.
We just started talking.
When was this?
Five, six months ago?
How old is she?
I don't know, 20?
Look, she's really cool, Mom,
and-- and she's taught me a lot.
I bet she has.
- But she said she's
gonna help me pledge next year!
So what? And you're not allowed
to hang out at frat
parties, either.
That's final.
- God-- My entire life,
you're telling me what I can do
and who I can hang
out with, everything!
You never let me make just
one decision on my own!
Hi girls.
So glad to be back.
Please tell her she's
a control freak.
You're a control freak. Hi.
- How was your flight?
Not nearly as turbulent
as my kitchen.
She followed me
all the way to Westwood!
Can you please tell her to stop
treating me like an infant?
Your mother loves you
very, very much.
I'm sure she has a good reason
to do what she did.
I'm old enough
to take care of myself!
You trust me, right?
- Sure.
Well, why can't she?
- What would you like me to do?
I want you to tell her
to stop following me around!
Honey, I'm on the road
three weeks of the month.
I can't tell your mom how
to run the house while I'm--
Just forget I asked.
You worry about her too much.
- I can't help it.
You know, if you were working,
you wouldn't have time to follow
her around like this.
I'm looking for a job.
That'll help.
You should go talk to her.
I will.
You don't remember,
but when you were real little,
someone tried to kidnap you.
I know. Told me
a million times.
You have no idea
what goes through
a mother's mind
when something
like that happens.
These things happen on the news.
Little girl gets kidnapped,
cops find her body
in the desert...
I thought I was never
gonna see you again.
He was going to take
you to his car,
but I caught him before
he got outside.
Made a huge scene,
called security.
He denied everything,
said that he was gonna--
He was gonna take me
to the main office.
I know.
You told me.
Then you of all people
should understand
why I get so overprotective.
I do, but what I don't
understand is
why you have to be
so overprotective all the time!
I can't wait for you
to have kids someday.
Mrs. Beauregard?
Hi, I'm-- I'm Gina.
Gina West, Maddy's friend.
Look, Gina, I--
I know you don't want me to
hang out with Maddy anymore.
She told me.
She did?
Yeah.
Um...
Can we maybe talk inside?
I just want to apologize for
over-stepping my bounds.
I didn't mean to
cause her any harm.
In fact, she's-- she's
like a kid sister to me.
If anything, I just want to be
there to look out for her.
Well, "big sister,"
if you had any common sense,
you wouldn't be taking
my 17-year-old daughter
to a frat party
with booze and pot
and college guys trying
to get into her pants.
Actually, um,
the guy she was talking to,
Tucker, he's not
like that at all.
Gina.
- He's a really good--
Look, I know you
didn't mean any harm,
but it's-- it's just
not a good match.
And she can join
your little sorority
when she goes to college,
just not yet.
You're right.
It was wrong.
I'm sorry.
I should go.
I am so sorry
about what my mom did.
That was so embarrassing.
You know what I think?
I think she has a point.
You do?
I mean, if I had a daughter
in high school,
I wouldn't want her going
to frat parties, either.
So does that mean that
you don't want to
hang out with me?
No.
No, that doesn't
mean that at all.
I-- I like you.
A lot.
I like you, too.
We just might want to...
you know...
take it slow.
Right?
Absolutely.
What?
- Get out of the car!
What the hell is she doing here?
This is so humiliating.
I can't believe
you're doing this.
God, Mom.
- You promised me
you weren't gonna see him again.
You said that!
I never promised anything!
Tucker, you need to date
girls your own age.
You have no right to do this.
- He has no right
being in your car
at three in the morning!
Mrs. Beauregard, I'm sorry--
- I could have you
thrown in jail, you know that?
Mom, why are you doing this?
Why are you stalking me?
You try it again, I'll kill you.
I'm only three
years older than she is!
Maddy's dad is six years
older than her mom.
The woman is being
such a hypocrite.
Yeah, you're right, she is.
I mean, plus Maddy's gonna be 18
in, like, three months, anyway.
Doesn't matter.
After what happened last night,
I doubt her mom's
ever gonna let me see her again.
Oooh, can I get some of that?
Yeah, sure.
Hi, I'm Abigail.
Hi Abigail, I'm Tucker.
This is my friend Gina.
Hi. Nice to meet you.
So, Tucker,
do you go to Whittendale?
Yeah.
Marine Biology. You?
I love the ocean.
Cheers.
Do you live here?
Yeah, me and the other guys.
It's a really nice place.
Maybe you can, um,
give me the 25 cent tour?
Yeah, sure.
What's up?
- Tucker just went up to his room
with some girl.
Wait, what?
Who is she?
I don't know, she just--
she showed up
to the party
and started hitting on him.
That bastard!
I'm coming over there.
Wait, wait, I didn't
tell you this
so that you would freak out,
I wanted you to know that
you are so much better off
without him.
Keep him there.
Call me if he leaves with her.
Is he still here?
Don't go in there.
I'm going!
No, Maddy!
You son of a bitch!
What are you doing?
You need to get
the hell out of here!
Get your hands off me!
- Get out!
I'm leaving already.
- What did I do?
You hooked up with her, okay?
I did not!
You're such a liar!
Look! I want every girl
in this room
to take a good look at
this cheating scumbag!
Remember this face!
Whoa!
How could I be so stupid?
Are you okay?
No.
I was gonna leave for a week,
but... you need me.
I'm gonna cancel my trip.
No, don't do that.
I'll be fine.
You sure?
Ladies and gentlemen,
welcome to Sky East Airlines.
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We will be experiencing
a little bit of turbulence
when we get closer
to the Big Apple,
but for now, skies are clear,
so sit back, relax,
and enjoy the flight.
What do you want?
- I want to talk to you.
Can I see you?
No.
- Please.
I'm parked around the corner.
Nothing is going on
with me and that girl.
Acting like you don't
even know her name.
I swear to you
I'm telling the truth.
Look, you can hate me,
tell the world what
a terrible person I am,
but that's not gonna change
the way that I feel about you.
The other night...
when we were talkin'
forever in that coffee shop...
and you kissed me...
Well, you know.
No, I-- I don't know.
Just say it.
I'm fallin' in love with you.
Okay?
Come here.
My roommates are gone
for the weekend.
Wanna...
come over and watch
a movie or something?
I can't.
But next weekend?
Okay.
Hey, I got you something.
Mrs. Beauregard.
What are you doin' here?
May I come in?
No.
Please. It's important.
Okay.
Well, we're back.
Home sweet home.
Yo Tucker, we're back, dude!
What's up, man?
We're gonna go work out, man.
You comin'?
I know you're not
still sleeping.
Get your sorry ass out of bed.
You know what time it is?!
Tucker?
Tucker!
Hi!
- Hi.
Are you okay?
Yeah, I'm fine.
Why?
You haven't heard the news?
What news?
My God...
Maddy, I don't know
how to tell you this,
but...
But what?
What's going on?
We lost Tucker.
He's dead.
If that's a joke,
it's really not funny.
His roommate called me.
They found him in his room
stabbed to death.
My God...
Police are investigating,
they're talking to everyone.
They don't-- they don't know
who did it or why, nothing.
Maddy, I'm so sorry, I...
I just thought you should know.
Look, I'm still in New York
for a couple of days,
and then I fly back to LA,
but if you need anything,
you call me, okay?
I love you.
Okay.
Honey, what is it?
Someone killed Tucker...
That's horrible.
I want every girl in this room
to take a long look
at this cheating scumbag!
Remember this face!
That's enough.
- Don't you ever touch me.
Want to tell us what was
goin' on there, Maddy?
I was told that Tucker was
hooking up with this other girl,
so I got really upset.
Obviously.
Look, I know that
that video looks really bad,
but I-- I didn't kill him.
Maddy...
- No.
I was falling in
love with him, okay?
And he keeps looking
at me like I did it!
I didn't do it!
We're just trying to put
it all together, that's all.
When was the last time
you saw Tucker?
The next night.
Saturday.
Everything was fine.
He came over,
and, he parked
around the corner.
Called me from his car.
So, um...
I snuck out to talk
to him for a little bit.
"Snuck out?"
Why are you sneaking
out of your own house?
I didn't approve
of Maddy going out with him.
I followed her.
I saw the whole conversation.
Sounds like you're being
stalked by your mother.
I admit I am a bit...
overprotective.
What time was this when you
met him on the street?
Nine.
I came right home after.
You didn't go back to his place
just to be with him?
She was here that whole time.
How would you know?
You were out of town, right?
Well, Claire was home all night.
Right, babe?
That's right.
Maddy was inside
the house all night.
Right.
Except for that one time
she snuck out.
Well, I am gonna have
to have my team
look through the house
and do a forensics check
on Maddy's car.
Also, with your
parent's permission,
we need to take
your fingerprints.
Okay.
Hi. You hungry?
Want me to make us some lunch?
Where did you go?
What are you talking about?
After I saw Tucker on the
street, I came home.
Twenty minutes later
you left the house.
You were gone for
a couple hours.
Where did you go?
I just...
you know...
just went for a drive.
Clear my head.
Grilled cheese and
tomato soup okay?
As we make our final descent,
please make sure your seat
backs and tray tables
are in their full
upright position
and your seat belts
are fastened.
Welcome to Los Angeles.
Does Maddy
have a tendency to get...
violent?
No, never.
She kinda went nuts at that
party, don't you think?
Give her a break, I mean,
that girl was practically
doing a strip tease
with her boyfriend.
Why tell Maddy
about Tucker and this other girl?
Excuse me?
Knew she'd get upset.
What's the point?
If my boyfriend was
messing around with some girl,
and Maddy found out about it,
I would expect her
to have my back.
That's-- that's what friends
do for each other.
When'd you leave town?
The day after the party.
Gonna need proof of that trip.
What-- like...
like a statement from
someone on the plane?
I mean, I-- I can't get that!
How about a boarding pass?
Right. Sorry.
Here's my boarding card
from LA to New York...
and the returning trip.
And here's my receipt
from the hotel
I stayed at in Tribeca.
Looks like an alibi.
Thank you.
So...
who do you think did it?
Recognize these?
Yeah, I've been looking
all over for them.
Where did you--
- Maddy, don't say anything more.
Gardener dug 'em out
three blocks
from the crime scene.
They've got your fingerprints
all over 'em.
And this blood here?
Matches Tucker's DNA.
We also found some
of Tucker's blood
on the driver side
door handle of your car.
What's his blood doin'
all over your stuff, Maddy?
You want to tell us
what really happened?
She's not saying anything
without a lawyer being present.
Okay, I'll take a shot.
You were mad at Tucker
for cheating on you.
You snuck out of the house when
your mother wasn't looking.
You went over to his place,
killed him with these scissors,
then as you were driving away
you threw 'em
out the car window.
Wait, that's crazy.
- Not...
I wasn't even near the house
that night!
another word, Maddy.
- Mom,
you need to tell him--
Maddy Beauregard,
you are under arrest--
Maddy, no!
Get her!
Maddy, stop!
Don't do this.
Maddy!
Hey!
Stop!
Come back here.
Mom!
- You have the right
to remain silent.
- Mom!
Anything you say can
and will be used
against you...
- You know what happened!
You have the right...
- You know! Just tell them!
If you
cannot afford an attorney,
one will be provided for you.
Do you understand these rights
as I have explained them to you?
She's a minor.
I mean, they can't put her on
trial as an adult, can they?
They can and they will.
But the bottom line is,
she never left the house.
Claire can testify that Maddy
was home the entire night.
I mean, you can't
tell me that that's irrelevant.
I'm-- no, I'm not saying
that it's irrelevant.
What I'm saying is that
the jury will expect
the mother to cover for her.
Show me a mom who wouldn't.
Then what about the way the cops
collected the evidence?
The blood, the fingerprints.
They must've screwed up
somewhere along the line.
It's textbook.
They did their job right.
Look, it's her first offense,
so that works to our advantage.
We need to show that
Tucker threatened her,
and she feared for her life.
You mean, like,
she did it in self defense?
Yeah.
- But she was not even there.
Our best defense
is involuntary manslaughter,
which on a good day
with a good judge
is a two year sentence,
if we're lucky.
Can I talk to you in private?
Maddy, what's goin' on?
You're my lawyer, right?
I can talk to you without
my parents in the room?
Yeah.
My mother did it.
What?
She killed Tucker.
Okay, Maddy, I know that
you're mad at your mother
because she didn't
like your boyfriend,
but this isn't--
No, she follows me
all the time.
She threatened to kill him!
But people just say that
when they're upset--
No, on the night of the murder
my mom was gone for two hours.
Same time Tucker died.
I think she took the scissors
from the desk in my room,
went to Tucker's house, and--
Well, then why weren't
her fingerprints
on the scissors?
Because she's trying
to frame me.
And why would she do that?
She's insane.
Crazy people do crazy things.
Okay, Maddy.
You're scared.
I get that.
I've defended a lot of women
that are in your position.
But going against
your mother right now
is not gonna help us.
If anything, you two have
got to stand by each other.
I need you to find out where
she went that night.
Stop.
I'm your lawyer,
I'm not a detective.
Then get a private detective!
Follow her around, go through
her phone records.
I'm not hiring...
- Whatever!
a private detective for you.
Fine.
Get one myself.
Nick Fox Investigations,
this is Nick.
How can I help you?
My name is Maddy Beauregard.
I got your information from
my, roommate,
Shaunequa Washington.
Yeah!
I remember Shaunequa.
How's she doin' these days?
Great!
I wanted to talk to you
about, possibly hiring you?
Well, Ms. Beauregard,
the first thing you need
to know is my rate.
I take an upfront retainer
of five hundred.
Then eighty dollars an hour,
plus expenses.
Mr. Fox,
I'm gonna be honest with you.
I am 17 years old,
I go to Lexington High,
and I've just been arrested
for murder.
I don't have that kind of money.
How much money you got?
Three hundred dollars
from my part time job.
I was saving for college.
You got a credit card?
No.
My mom wouldn't let me.
Look, you seem like
a nice, good kid.
What the hell you doin' in jail?
It's a long story.
Will you help me?
You give me the
three hundred dollars,
I'll give you a day.
One day?
All right, two days.
Thanks.
What do you need me to do?
I want you to follow my mother.
Your mother?
Maddy!
Maddy!
What are you doing
with my daughter?
No, no, hold on, lady.
You've got the wrong idea!
I was just taking her...
- Stop him!
to the main office.
- He was taking her to his car.
This man is trying
to kidnap my daughter.
No, no, look, relax.
I'm a teacher, okay? I wasn't--
Tell her, I wasn't trying--
I was just trying...
You were trying to kidnap her!
They fired you?
- Yeah.
But they can't do that.
- Thanks to that woman
at the library, the whole school
thinks I'm a pedophile.
There's not a school
in the entire country
that'll hire me now.
Shut up for once!
- Shut up with your excuses!
All right!
Hey, what's wrong, sweetie?
I don't like it when you and
Mommy fight all the time.
It's gonna be okay.
Are you sure?
Hey Dad.
It was wrong.
I hope you can forgive me.
I should go.
Can I use your restroom?
- Sure.
It's by the front door.
Hey honey.
Santa Fe?
You can have half now,
half when the job's done.
May I come in?
- No.
Please. It's important.
Look, I'll get right
to the point.
I know you have feelings
for my daughter,
but, come on, Tucker,
she's 17.
She's actually a lot more
mature than you realize.
Look, I love your daughter.
She's in her
last year of high school.
She should be enjoying that
with kids her own age.
If you really love her,
you'll give her that.
I understand.
Thanks.
That's all.
Okay.
Goodnight.
Goodnight.
Gina...
I thought you were in New York.
I'm still in New York.
Huh?
Gina isn't my name.
Gina West is my fake name.
Gina West flew to New York,
checked into a hotel,
then flew back to Los Angeles
under her real name:
Lucy Underhill.
Ladies and gentlemen,
welcome to flight A546
from New York City
to Los Angeles.
Are you drunk?
What are you talking about?
Is that Maddy's mom
outside the window?
I don't see 'em.
Hello?
Is anyone here?
I don't agree
with that strategy.
I don't care what
my husband says.
Look, can I call you back?
There's someone at the door.
Hi Mrs. Beauregard.
What do you want, Gina?
I just want to help.
Come on.
It's like the cops have
stopped working on this.
They've got Maddy,
so they've stopped looking
at other possibilities.
Exactly, which is why
it's up to us to prove
that she didn't do this.
What about Tucker's family,
or-- or his-- his
friends at school?
You think one of them did this?
I don't know.
Someone must've seen
or heard something.
I want to talk
to Tucker's roommate.
Police already talked to him.
Okay, well,
we can't just sit here.
The cops aren't doing
anything to help her,
and you're telling
me that her lawyer
wants her to plead guilty?
That-- that's crazy.
Look, Mrs. Beauregard,
she's like my little sister.
I can't let this happen to her!
Right now, she is
in a prison cell all alone,
and there is nobody
to look after her!
There's nobody!
I know, come here.
What are you doing?
Just getting ready for tomorrow.
I gotta go to Cleveland,
I got a big meeting there.
You're not serious.
- Yeah.
Why?
You're going on a business trip?
Your daughter is
sitting in jail,
accused of murder,
and you're leaving town?
Honey, we still have
to pay the bills
regardless of what's
happening with Maddy.
I can't believe you.
Do you expect me to quit?
- No.
Then what do you want me to do?
- I want you to help me prove
that she didn't do it.
I'm going to go talk
to Tucker's roommate.
Wait, wait, wait,
what are you gonna do?
Well, Maddy's friend Gina
is gonna meet me there.
You want to join us?
Wait, wait, no.
Look, the lawyer
specifically said
do not talk to anyone
else involved in this.
You could jeopardize
the whole case.
Well, I don't agree.
I think it'll help.
And I'm asking you
to come with me.
Claire, no!
No, we need to
win this in court.
We're not gonna win this by-- by
sneaking around like
you always do.
It just doesn't work that way.
So what, you're okay
with Maddy going to jail,
her life completely ruined?
I never said that.
Well, that's how you're acting.
Do you believe she did it?
I don't know what happened.
But the evidence is so stacked
against us it just--
You think she killed him.
Honey, what I think
doesn't matter.
What matters is what
we can prove in court.
Do you understand that?
- I understand.
I understand that you'd
rather jump on a plane
than stay here with me and fight
for your daughter's freedom.
That's what I understand!
You're not playing fair,
and you know it.
Now wait. Wait,
could you come back here?
Can we finish this, please?
Mr. Beauregard?
Yes.
Hi, I'm-- I'm Gina,
Maddy's friend.
Is, um, is Claire home?
No, she-- she just left
to meet with you.
I-- I thought we were
supposed to meet here
and drive together.
Um, do you mind if I come in?
I-- I really have to pee.
Yeah.
Come on.
Look, Gina, what you and
Claire are about to do
is really stupid. I mean,
this kind of thing
could actually hurt
Maddy's case more than anything.
Where's your computer?
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
What the hell are you doing?
Where is it?!
It's-- it's in my office.
Go.
Keep your hands
where I can see 'em.
Go online to your
Palm Vista account.
Look, I-- I don't have
a Palm Vista account.
You want me to read you
your account number?
You're gonna transfer it
to this account.
Look, this is stupid.
If this is your account,
the police are gonna know--
Just do it!
Hi, I'm Claire.
Hi.
Oliver.
Thanks for seeing me.
Hi, this is Gina!
Leave a message!
Hey Gina, this is Claire.
Look, Oliver doesn't
have that much time,
so I'm gonna get
started without you.
I'll see you when you get here.
No thanks.
Have a seat.
Okay.
So how long was Tucker
going out with Maddy?
Gina introduced him to her
the night you came over.
Okay, was he seeing
anybody else?
Look, Mrs. Beauregard,
I already told the
police all this.
All right, it's done.
- Go to your Heritage account.
Same thing.
Do it!
You were roommates with him
for what, two years?
You didn't see or hear
anything suspicious?
I didn't make it a point
to follow him around.
That's your thing.
You've got some attitude.
That's my daughter in jail.
They're accusing her of murder--
Yeah, and she probably did it!
You forget...
she loved him.
And you forget Tucker
was my best friend!
And I'm still trying
to deal with this.
Now I know you don't want to
believe that your own daughter
could do something like that.
But if she didn't do it,
who did?
All right, it's all transferred.
Open the safe.
Come on, there's nothing
in there you want.
Nothing in there
that I want, huh?
Put the money on the desk.
Now back off.
Drop it.
Who are you?
- You a cop?
Shut up!
The money you just
took from him?
You're gonna give it to me.
You were in my apartment,
weren't you?
I recognize that bad cologne.
Yeah, well, I kinda like it.
Drop the gun, kick it over here.
I'm home.
Where are you?
What the hell happened?
Hi Mrs. Beauregard,
I-- I'm so sorry.
I just got your message.
I-- I had to take my mom
to the emergency room.
Is she okay?
- Yeah.
She broke her left fibula,
she was--
she fell trying
to hang a painting.
What did Oliver say?
Nothing, really.
Listen, I-- I hope
you're not mad at me.
No, of course not.
It's just next time--
Shoot, you know what,
that's-- that's my mom
on the other line,
I-- can we talk later?
Okay, bye.
God.
Honey?
My God.
Sean!
911, what's your emergency?
I-- I need help!
My husband's been shot!
Why are you even here?
Wait.
Don't tell me.
Now that I'm in maximum security
you're having a tough time
stalking me, is that it?
Your father is in the hospital.
He's been shot.
What?
They have him stabilized,
but he's still not responsive.
He's been unconscious
for 15 hours.
What-- what happened?
A man with a gun
came into the house.
Tried to rob the safe.
There was a struggle,
and Dad was shot,
but he managed to
grab the man's gun and...
killed him.
For now, that's what the
police think happened.
I've been at the hospital
all this time.
They said that he's in a coma.
I don't know if he's
gonna make it or not...
I didn't know what to tell you.
Do they...
know who the guy was?
Yeah.
His name is Nick Fox.
He's a private investigator.
A crooked one, that's for sure.
Maddy.
Your dad's gonna make it.
He's tough.
He will beat this.
No.
That's-- that's not it.
There's something else.
What do you mean?
I'm...
I'm so sorry.
Sorry about what?
You have to tell me.
I wanted to have you followed...
so I hired that guy...
Nick Fox.
Why did you want me followed?
Because you killed Tucker.
You really believe I did that?
Did you go to
his house that night?
Yes.
I-- I asked him nicely
to please stop seeing you.
But that's-- that's it.
When I left, he was fine.
I didn't like the idea of
you dating Tucker, but...
I didn't kill him.
Neither did I.
I am not giving up on you.
Okay, you're my daughter.
I love you.
I'm gonna get you
out of this mess.
Mom.
I know you didn't hurt Tucker.
What's going on
with this family?
I don't know, baby.
I don't know.
Imperial Bank of the Bahamas,
how may I help you?
Sydney Jensen, please.
Sydney Jensen.
How may I help you?
Sydney.
It's Jennifer.
Jennifer!
Hey!
How are you?
I'm good.
I miss you.
I miss you, too.
When are you coming back?
Soon.
My divorce is finally settled.
Good. I'm glad you're getting
rid of that son of a bitch.
He transferred the money.
That's good.
Can you still do
what we talked about?
It depends.
What did you ask for again?
Come on.
You remember.
I want you to put my money
in my other account,
and make the record
of transfer just...
disappear.
And if I do that for you...
what are you gonna do for me?
It's not what I'm
gonna do for you.
It's what I'm gonna let you...
do to me.
So...
do we have a deal?
We got a deal.
Great.
I'll see you real soon, baby.
See ya.
Idiot.
In a quiet suburb
of Santa Clarita last night,
in what police are describing
as a home invasion
that turned deadly.
Forty-six year old
Sean Beauregard
was working in his house
when a man apparently broke in
and tried to rob him.
Beauregard was taken
to the hospital
where he is in critical
but stable condition.
Beauregard is an executive
at Perfecta Health
Medical Sales,
where coworkers...
Son of a bitch.
We've got him on life support.
He seems to be
leveling off, but...
there's really no way to know
how long he'll be
in this condition.
Isn't there anything
else you can do?
It's all up to him, now.
This could be a very long
process, Claire.
And as head of this hospital
this is something I need
to talk to you about.
Your insurance.
He's only covered for one month
of care at this level
of life support.
After that he'll be transferred
to a private facility,
and you, Claire, will be
100% responsible for that cost.
How much money are
you talking about?
Here's a breakdown of
what it costs per day.
That's per day?
Yeah.
Okay, I know Sean was really
good about saving money.
I'll check.
Excuse me, can you tell me which
room Sean Beauregard's in?
I was just
checking our bank accounts.
I have no idea what
happened, but...
all our savings
have been wiped out.
What?
We can talk in here.
Claire!
- Gina.
I--
- What are you doing here?
I saw what happened on the TV.
I'm so sorry.
How are you holding up?
Yeah, I'm-- I'm all right.
Look, this-- it's just
not a good time.
What happened?
Do they know anything about
the guy that did this?
Yeah, it-- look,
it's complicated.
I-- I really need to speak
with Dr. Lewis right now,
so could you give us
some privacy?
Gosh, I'm sorry, of course.
I'm sorry.
- That's okay.
I'll just, um...
I'll put these over here.
And, Claire,
if you need anything, seriously.
Sure.
- I know you've been through
a lot, so feel free to call.
Thank you, Gina.
How is it possible that
your savings are all gone?
It must have been that
private detective who tried to rob us.
My goodness.
That's terrible.
Look, I-- I don't know
what we're gonna do
when our coverage
runs out, but I--
I will think of something.
I'll talk to my family,
Sean's family.
I'll find some way
to get the money.
I'm so sorry.
Okay.
Excuse me, doctor?
I'm a good friend
of the family's.
How is he doing?
He's stable.
Seriously, is...
Is he gonna make it?
Pray for a miracle.
I will.
Somebody hacked
our bank accounts.
They must have got
our passwords somehow
and transferred all of our--
They transferred
all your savings
to a bank in the Bahamas.
How long have you known this?
Why didn't you tell me?
- It took our computer guys
a while to get access.
So we know where the money is?
We can get it back?
Not exactly.
Apparently the money left
your husband's account,
but never arrived at
the target bank.
What?
- The Imperial Bank
of the Bahamas has
no record of the transfer.
So what, our money is lost?
For the time being.
We'll find it.
Great.
That's comforting.
Guess that private detective
knew exactly what he was doing.
Your daughter hired
Mr. Fox, is that correct?
That's right.
Why would she do that?
Maddy, she... she suspected me
of killing her boyfriend.
Did you have a
personal relationship with Mr. Fox?
No!
- You weren't home the night
of your husband's robbery.
Where were you?
I went to Tucker's house...
to talk to his roommates.
I wanted to see if I could
find some clue to help
exonerate my daughter.
Mrs. Beauregard, you need to
stop playing detective.
That's my job.
- I will
when you start doing your job.
Trust me, I've had my hands
full with this one.
Forensics examined
the crime scene.
We found a bullet fired
from a second gun,
a weapon legally
registered to Nick Fox.
But no weapon.
Somebody moved it from
the crime scene.
We examined the entry wounds
on Nick Fox's body,
and it is very apparent he was
not shot at point blank range.
We found three blood types.
Your husband's, Nick Fox's...
somebody else.
That can only mean one thing.
There was a third person
involved
in that shooting last night.
I need to get a blood
sample from you.
What are you saying?
That I'm a suspect?
I'm saying the
forensics are all over the place,
and I'm not rulin' anything out.
You think I
framed my own daughter.
Don't you see?
Somebody is doing this to me!
All right.
Then you tell me.
Who?
Who would want to
hurt you like this?
Maddy!
Mommy!
- Maddy!
What are you doing
with my daughter?
No, no, no, hold on.
You've got the wrong idea.
I-- I'm a teacher, I--
I was just taking her
to the main office.
No, you weren't, you were gonna
take her to your car.
Ma'am, I wasn't, I assure you.
Hold him while
I call the police.
No, no, look, I didn't know
where you were.
I saw her.
I was just gonna take her--
- I saw you!
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Look, look.
You've got-- she was lost.
I was trying to help her.
This man was trying
to kidnap my daughter!
Who is it?
It's Claire Beauregard.
Can I talk to you?
Are you Vanessa Underhill?
Yeah.
You remember me?
May I-- may I come in?
What do you want?
Are you trying to hurt me?
Why would I do that?
Well, it's...
Because of what happened
with your husband.
My husband.
David.
Yes.
He shot himself
right over there.
In that corner.
And the blood...
And they made me clean it up.
They made me clean it up!
And then his brains.
'Cause it just went...
And then--
I found it.
I found it,
and I-- I saved it.
I saved it, I saved it.
Lady, hang on.
Ha, I got it here.
Hey!
Come on, bud.
We have company!
David?
Come on.
Don't be shy.
Why are you hiding...
now?
David?
We talked about this.
Come on, where are you?
Where did you go?
There is a person here
that you need to meet, and...
are you hiding from me?
David!
Mrs. Beauregard?
Hi, I'm-- I'm Gina.
Gina West, Maddy's friend.
David?
Come on!
David, David, David, David.
Is your daughter named Lucy?
Huh?
Lucy!
Lucy.
Did you bring her?
Did you bring her?
Lucy?
Come here, baby girl.
Come to Mama.
David!
Hang on.
I got him.
I got him.
He's here.
This is David.
And... I talk to him,
and I just say, you know,
"Hi honey, I'm home!"
And he always answers me,
he just always answers.
Hang on-- what?
Yeah.
You need to leave!
You have to go.
'Cause...
David's comin' home.
And I have to get ready for him.
And there's a-- there's
a little bit to do, so, um...
you can get out.
I'm sorry.
Get out!
Get out!
David.
He's gonna come home.
Hi Gina.
Hi Claire, just
checkin' in on you.
How are you holdin' up?
I'm okay.
Yeah? How's Mr. Beauregard?
Same.
Are you at the hospital?
Yeah. Why?
- Well, I was just thinking of
bringing you a care package.
I mean, I know you probably
haven't had time to cook
and Lord knows the hospital food
can be so gross.
Well, that's very nice of you.
What time do you
think you'll be home?
It's a little
after five right now, so...
I guess six?
Okay, perfect. Can I meet you
at your house around...
six thirty?
Sure.
Okay, great.
I'll see you then!
Bye.
What are you doing in my house?
Claire, hi.
The door was unlocked.
I just thought you were home.
- Don't lie to me!
Your name isn't even Gina.
It's Lucy.
Lucy Underhill.
No, you don't.
You killed Tucker, didn't you?
You shot my husband, too.
Admit it.
You're sick in the head
just like your father!
My father was a good man!
Then why did he try
to kidnap Maddy?
He was trying to help her!
And you knew it!
But you accused him anyway.
Then why didn't you
just go after me?
Why did you do this
to my family?
Because I wanted you to know
what it felt like!
I wanted you to watch
somebody that you loved
get blamed for a crime
that they didn't commit.
The man that you loved most?
I wanted you to watch him die.
That was my dad!
And he killed himself!
Because of you!
That's not the way I see it.
I'm calling the police.
I put a bomb in the fireplace.
What?
My God.
You gotta turn it off!
I don't know how.
Untie me.
Please, I'll try.
Wait, wait,
Mrs. Beauregard!
Please!
Please don't leave me!
I'm sorry!
You're a good woman,
I'm sorry, please!
Please don't leave me!
Please come back.
Okay, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.
Freeze! Don't move!
You're under arrest.
Put your hands above your head!
Do it, Lucy!
Do it, now!
Go.
Sean?
My God!
Maddy.
Hi!
- Dad!
We're here.
It's okay.
- I'm so sorry.
It's okay.
He's gonna be okay.
- He's gonna be okay.
My God.
Wait'll you see your new office.
You're gonna love it!
You know, first vacation
I get in 15 years
and she can't wait to
send me back to work.
Maddy, get the groceries,
I'll help Dad in.
No, no, I got this. Seriously.
Excuse us...
Hi, um, we're having a party
at my house right
around the corner there
and we're inviting all the
neighborhood kids to come by.
That's nice.
What's-- what's the occasion?
Well,
we just moved here last week
and we thought it'd
be a good way
to meet the neighbors.
I just moved here, too.
I'm Maddy.
Hi, I'm Yolanda.
This is my friend Wendy.
Nice to meet you guys.
So when does the party start?
It's actually already happening,
so we kinda gotta get back.
Mom, can I go?
Sure, honey.
We'll see you later.
Cool.
So where'd you live before here?
County jail.
What?
It's a long story.
I'll tell you later.
So, how long have
you lived here?
Not too long.
I just moved here from Texas.
Yeah.