- You okay?
- Hold on, hold on.
No.
We gotta put the big black one in first.
No, Meg, hold on.
Just wait, okay?
Okay?
All right, I got it.
I grabbed your journal.
It was under the couch.
- You hungry?
- Not really.
I'm not hungry.
- Okay, but I gotta get gas.
- Fine.
Sorry.
- City Hall today, a protest
led by public safety advocates aims to put pressure
on the Boston police department.
- How many other women and girls
has the Boston police stopped looking for?
- The department came
under pressure this spring-
- Excuse me. - After the shocking return
of Megan Rhoads.
The 32-year-old Beacon Hill resident
had been assumed dead by the police
after she disappeared from nearby parking garage
nearly six months earlier.
- My great-grandfather bought this place
in the 20s, I think?
We used to own everything to the end of that road.
- Sorry.
- I'll grab the rest of the bags.
- Okay.
Where were your parents?
- The adults all stayed at the big house, mostly.
Let me get this.
- I got it.
Where's that?
- Well, the big house used to be down by the beach,
but they tore it down when I was a kid.
- Why?
- 'Cause no one could afford the property taxes.
It was massive.
- So you were here alone?
- Well, with the rest of the cousins.
This was like the cousins house.
My grandmother hated kids, I think,
so she put us all in this house
so she didn't have to deal with us.
- She sounds sweet.
- No, she wasn't sweet.
We wouldn't see her all summer
and then one day she would summon us down
and individually interview us about our interests
and tell us us stand up straight.
Can I finish this? - Oh.
Shit, sorry.
- I'm sorry.
Meg, you don't have shoes on.
Just back away, it's okay.
- Is anyone else coming down?
- Doubt it.
It's pretty empty in the winter.
You sure you didn't...
You alright? - Yeah, I'm okay.
Thank you.
- My reward.
Good?
You sure?
Come here.
- Scott?
Scott.
Scott!
Meg.
It's okay.
You're okay.
You're safe.
- You were sleepwalking.
- Hm?
- Last night.
Is there a dog here?
- A dog?
- I heard a dog bark and then I dropped that weird plate.
- What plate?
- You remember you dropped a glass last night?
- No, it was right here.
- You remember what Dr. Potter said?
Sometimes nightmares can feel really real.
You okay?
- Yeah.
- Okay.
- I've been thinking about Christmas.
- Mm-hmm.
- It might be nice to spend it at home.
- I thought you wanted to come out here.
- I did, but...
- Yoo-hoo!
- Madelin?
- Hey, Minnow.
Minnow!
Down!
Down, Minnow! - Minnow, off.
Talkie. - Madelin.
What are you doing here?
I was just out for a walk and I saw your car.
I'm staying at my mother's little shack.
- How's your mom doing?
- Not well, I'm afraid.
- I'm so sorry, that's tough.
- Yeah.
And Meg, I'm so glad to see you again!
- I'm sorry?
- Meg, this is my cousin Madelin.
You met her at the wedding.
- Oh.
- We've got a big family.
I won't hold it against you.
So, how long are you here for?
Not sure. - Through the New Year.
- I can't believe Talkie didn't tell me
you two were coming.
I didn't know anybody was gonna be here.
- Talkie?
- Oh, well, Scott was so quiet as a kid.
I don't think he said a word until you
were what, two years old?
- Okay, I don't think we need to talk about this.
- So we started calling him, you know,
I think it was grandmother who first...
In any case, we started calling him walkie-talkie as a joke,
and then just walkie Scotty, and then just talkie.
- Poor Scott.
- Sorry?
He just told me how tough your grandmother could be.
- Oh, I was just telling her about
the famous sit-down interviews.
- Right.
You know, I had a friend in college named Meg.
It was short for Megumi.
- Oh.
- Is your name short for anything?
- Megan.
- So you need some cream and sugar?
- Did you forget how I take my tea?
- Do you wanna do it yourself- - Has it been that long?
- -you can just take care of it.
- Has it been that long?
- Let me see how you're holding it.
You gotta hold it like that that.
All right, right here, ready?
- Okay.
- Yes!
Nice shot, Madelin.
- I've got it.
- I'll get it.
- It's okay.
- Oh, it is really back here, Meg.
- Sorry.
- It's lodged deep.
You know, it helps
if you square your hips and start low.
Keep your eye on the ball.
Swing through all the way over.
- Yeah?
- Got it.
- Why don't we just rally?
Give Meg a chance to get her bearings.
- Meg, Meg, Meg, Meg, Meg, Meg, Meg, Meg.
It's not, it's not.
- I used to count the footsteps.
The house was old.
The sound carried.
I started counting
how long it would take them to get
to different places in the house.
It helped a little
to always know how long it would take them to get to me.
- Dr. Potter said it could be really helpful
to write in your journal
when you're having moments like this.
Can I go get it for you?
So this is an Argentinian wine.
It's supposed to be really good, sort of peppery.
Good?
- Good.
I dunno.
- No, wait, what are you doing?
- You hate it. - No, I love it.
- And you're sure? - Yes.
- And you wanna drink it? - Mm-hmm, I wanna drink it.
- We have others. - No, I want this one.
Put the wine down, psycho.
Yoo-hoo!
Minnow, down.
Off.
Oh.
Hello.
- Hello, hello, hello.
I brought chicken and an eggplant.
- Oh, you didn't have to.
- Oh, my mother barely eats anyway
and I don't want all this to go to waste.
Here, would you get to work on this?
- Oh, actually, I'm sorry, we weren't expecting you.
- Oh, god, so American.
What is it, five o'clock?
- 6:30.
- If you got to a restaurant in Paris at eight o'clock,
you'd be the first ones there.
- You know what?
We can have it tomorrow.
- Yeah.
Thank you.
- Well, I better be off.
- Would you like to stay for dinner?
- That's a good idea.
- No, I couldn't impose.
- No, it's not an imposition.
I can just set out an extra...
- Alright, well, wonderful.
Talkie, get out the good glasses.
I have a surprise for you.
- Is that the family rye?
- The last batch.
- You make your own whiskey?
- Yeah, well, our great-grandfather-
- Great-great-grandfather.
- Our great-great-grandfather was a banker
and a man owed him money, and after the markets crashed,
he couldn't pay in cash so-
- So Pop let him pay us in whiskey.
- We've had a basement full of stuff for almost a century,
but we're almost out now.
- To the fall of our great house.
- Let me just grab the wine and then we will be ready.
- Looks delicious, Talkie.
- Yeah.
- How are things at the firm?
- Oh, yeah, I'm still on leave through the holidays,
but yeah, I spoke to the partners and they were suggesting
a January 10th return.
- Oh, that's wonderful.
- What?
- I told you that.
- And Meg, Scotty tells me you were an engineer.
- Am.
- Hm?
- I am an engineer.
I'm also returning to work in the new year.
- Oh, that's fantastic news.
Scotty didn't mention it.
- Yeah, thank you.
- When?
When are you going back?
- I'm not exactly sure yet.
They're still reconfiguring my position.
- Of course.
I'm sure they had to shuffle things around a bit
when you got back.
- What do you do?
- Oh, a little of this, a little of that.
I take care of my mother, and then there's the land.
That just never stops.
- Madelin actually taught in Korea after college.
Meg was born in Seoul.
- Oh!
- Sorry, I don't speak Korean.
- Oh, don't worry about it.
I just asked when you left.
- Oh, I was adopted when I was three.
- Oh. - Can you pass the salt?
- Yeah.
- So I ran into the Harrisons at the market.
- I heard they were selling.
- Indeed, they are.
Their neighbors
bought the property.
- Uh-huh.
- They're putting in a pool over the entire lot.
- Oh.
- Tearing down the old house.
- Stop it.
You teach a dog to beg, it'll never stop.
- Pass the salad.
- How are you guys related again?
- We're cousins.
- Like first cousins?
- Our dads are brothers, why?
- Nothing.
It's just
what was with Madelin speaking in Korean to me?
- I think she was just trying to connect.
- Okay, but I also have family in Sweden.
I bet she wouldn't have tried to speak in Swedish to me.
- Well, I don't think she speaks Swedish, but okay.
Do you want me to talk to her about it?
- No, thank you.
- I know.
It's always made me kind of uncomfortable,
but I can't control what they put on their walls.
- Yeah.
- And it was a long time ago.
- But...
- What?
- Well, what did your grandparents do
when they were over there?
- My great grandparents were missionaries.
- So they built churches and taught people English, right?
- Right.
- Okay, and what did Madelin do when she was over there?
- Okay, she taught at a university.
- She taught English!
- It's not the same thing.
- Really?
'Cause it feels like a different iteration
of the same thing to me.
- Well, I guess we just disagree.
We can disagree, right?
- Yeah.
- Okay.
- Scott?
- Hi.
- You gotta stay below the water line
if you're gonna walk around here.
- Why?
- It's private property.
- Are you a Whitman?
- No, I just do some repairs for them
in exchange for fishing rights.
They're really uptight about trespassing.
- I'm actually here with my husband, Scott Whitman.
- Shit, sorry, I'm an idiot.
- No, it's fine.
- I didn't realize he was back.
Yeah, the summer crowd doesn't usually come so often
during the off season.
- What do you mean so often?
- Nothing, just he was here last winter for a while.
Hey, I'm really sorry about what happened to you.
- Thank you.
Why have we never come out here?
- There's just so much baggage,
so much family stuff out here.
I guess I'm realizing that
it's been so long since I've been out here.
I'm glad we're here now.
- Stay with me.
See?
Everything's fine.
- Shit. - Meg!
Go in, go in, I'll be right there!
It's incredible for the immune system,
the cold air and hot water together.
I haven't been sick in years.
- Oh, thank you.
- Mm-hmm.
My mother became obsessed with oil painting
when she got sick.
Can't tell you how many hours we sat like that,
posing for her.
- You used to be blonde?
- Briefly.
- It doesn't look like you.
- She wasn't a great painter.
- Who's the little boy?
- My brother.
- Your brother?
- He died when he was five and I was eight.
We were swimming right off our beach.
- I'm sorry.
- For most of my childhood, I thought I dreamt
the whole thing.
My parents never talked about him.
I don't know what possessed my mother to paint him
into that portrait.
I'm not even sure it's a good likeness.
- I think I saw her earlier.
- Who?
- Your mother, walking in the woods.
- My mother is bedridden.
She hasn't left that room in months.
- Oh.
How is she?
- She's dying.
- I'm sorry.
- She hasn't enjoyed life for many years.
Death will be a mercy.
Coyotes.
They can be a real menace.
Mm, what's that?
- Oh, it's nothing.
Just a nervous habit.
- What are you nervous about?
- Nothing.
- Is it all the talk of death?
Are you afraid of dying?
- Everyone is.
- Not everyone.
Some people believe we go somewhere better.
Other people think anywhere is better than here.
- May I use your bathroom?
- Right at the top of the stairs.
- Wrong way.
Upstairs.
- Fuck!
- Yoo-hoo!
So I steal the keys.
- Naturally, I stole the booze.
- And we get out on the water and it's pitch black
on the water, and I look at Madelin,
I hand her the keys, and that's when we realized
neither of us knows how to drive a boat.
So we just floated for a little while and about an hour
into it, we realize we have drifted well off our mooring,
like out into the bay, and suddenly Madelin
gets a look of confidence.
- I mean, gin can do that to a girl, you know?
- And she declares, "I'm gonna drive us back."
- Yeah, and I did!
- Well, you did, but you drove us
right into the neighbor's dock, to be fair.
So if the boat is totaled.
Their dock is like splinters.
She looks at me.
You remember what you said?
I'll never forget.
- "Do you think mother will notice the gin is gone?"
- I love that story.
Oh, man.
- So what did you do?
- About what?
- The boat.
The dock.
- Oh, we had it repaired, I mean.
- Must have been expensive.
- Mm-mm.
We don't talk about money at the dinner table.
- But we're already talking about money.
- Meg, it's just a story.
- What do you mean?
- Well, that's what this whole story is about.
It's fine.
I'm not saying it's bad.
I just think it's funny.
Only rich people think it's rude to talk about money.
- It's interesting you don't consider yourself rich.
- Well, it's different.
I didn't grow up with money.
- But you have money now.
- My parents' life insurance, not a trust fund.
- Because as I understand it, you actually have
a good deal more money than either Scott or me.
I'm not saying it's bad.
Just funny.
This has been lovely.
I should really go check on my mother.
- Oh.
- Oh, I'm sorry.
- Yeah, I'll just...
If you're not done, we can...
- I'm done.
It's fine.
- She'll eat it later.
- It's fine.
- She doesn't like to eat in front of people anymore.
- You poor thing.
- All done.
So we're just not gonna talk about it.
- They poisoned your food.
Not every time, but enough to keep you scared.
And I'm sorry, I don't...
I'm sorry they did that to you.
- They made me make videos.
They made me beg you for help.
- Not tonight.
- Are you serious?
- I'm tired, I'm not doing this.
- We're having a conversation.
- No, we're not!
- You can't just decide that!
- Look who it is.
- Oh, hey.
- Never thought I'd run into a Whitman woman here.
- Thanks. - I'm not a Whitman.
- You what?
- I kept my last name.
It's Rhoads.
- I'm Joe.
- Meg.
- Not Whitman.
- So how long are you in town for?
- Too long.
- You don't like it here?
- It's a little...
- Lonely.
- I was gonna say claustrophobic.
- Thanks.
- Hey, do you know Madelin?
- Madelin?
- My husband's cousin?
- Mm.
Oh, yeah.
I mean, I don't know her, but I see her around.
- And my husband Scott.
You saw him around too, last winter?
- Yeah, a couple times.
- Were they here at the same time?
- Can't you ask your husband that?
- I'm asking you.
- Look, I'm not keeping a calendar
of every time I see a Whitman.
- Right, sorry.
- All good.
- There's just something off about her.
- Madelin?
- She's intense.
- I can believe that.
- The way she smiles.
- Mm.
- She does it a lot.
- What a bitch.
- You think I'm crazy.
- Mm-mm.
No, no, no, no.
- Maybe I am crazy.
I feel fucking crazy.
- No, really, I get it.
In-laws are tough.
And the Whitmans...
Okay, stand up.
- No.
Wait, what were you saying?
- Come on.
- What were you gonna say?
- Now, this is an old Cape Cod-ian song.
Come on, do another one.
Do you know how to slow dance?
- I...
- Or waltz?
- Maybe, yeah.
- Okay.
Seems like-
- Yeah.
I've done it once or twice before.
- Okay.
♪ Bonjour Tristesse, Hello Sadness ♪
♪ It's all over now pour toujours♪
- I'll be fine. - No fuckin' way.
- I swear, I'm fine.
- I can't let you drive home.
- I gotta get it back!
- Well, you can come back for it in the morning.
- I can't leave it!
It's not mine.
- I'm right up there.
- No, no, no.
I wanna drive myself.
- You can't drive, you're wasted.
- I wanna go home.
- I'm taking you home.
Careful, careful.
- Give me my keys.
- No way.
- Get off me!
- What the fuck?
- Where were you?
- Out.
Where were you?
Where were you when I was gone?
- Are you drunk?
- Answer the question.
- You need to go to bed.
- I wanna talk about the videos.
- Oh my god.
I didn't get any fucking videos, okay.
- Then why weren't you parked in the driveway that night?
- You sure you wanna do this?
You sure you wanna do this again tonight?
- You asked me to get your phone from the car,
but you weren't parked in the driveway.
You were parked in the garage.
We never park there.
Why weren't you parked in the driveway?
Answer the fucking question.
- Am I under investigation here?
Am I?
Because you know, the police, they asked me
all these questions already.
You remember?
And they were satisfied with the answers I gave 'em,
so why aren't you satisfied?
Huh?
Why aren't you satisfied?
Answer me.
Answer the fuckin' question, please.
Meg.
Meg!
Meg.
Open the door.
Meg, open the fucking door.
- Scott?
- Meg.
I'm so sorry, Meg.
I don't know what's wrong with me.
Meggie.
Meg, please.
Meg.
Please, Meg.
I'm so sorry.
Meg, I'm so sorry.
Look at me.
Meg, Meg.
Meg, look at me.
I'm such a piece of shit.
I'm such a fucking asshole.
I can't lose you again.
I'll do anything.
- I wanna go home.
- Okay.
Okay.
Okay, we'll go home.
We'll go home tomorrow.
- Today.
- All right, we'll home today.
Thank you, thank you.
Thank you.
Meg!
Meg.
So they can send someone tomorrow.
It's okay.
We'll be back home tomorrow, all right?
Just one more day.
You okay?
- Why are we here?
- Just one drink, I promise.
We have to say goodbye.
- Why here, though?
- We used to throw parties here when we were teenagers.
Hello.
- Let's see if we still got it.
- We threw this big party here
at the end of the summer.
Do you remember the punch?
- Yeah, we mixed it in a garbage can!
- Whoa, let me show you that.
Come on, serve!
- I'm comin', I'm comin'.
Try it.
I think I fell off my bike every 10 yards
on the way home. - I wish I'd brought my bike.
Maybe then I would've made it home
instead of passed out on the beach.
- I forgot about that.
- I swear, my mother never did.
- How is your mother?
- She's hanging in there.
- We should stop by before we leave.
I'd love to meet her.
- My mother is very frail.
- Don't you think she'd enjoy some company?
- No, I don't.
Do you like it?
It's an heirloom from our
great-great-great- great-grandfather.
Woo! - Oh, come on.
- John Jacob Whitman.
- Oh, wow.
There's a huge spider down here.
- The banker?
- His great-grandfather.
- No, I'm good.
- John Jacob Whitman was a merchant and a diplomat.
He's credited with opening the port of Canton
to Western trade.
You try.
- Uh-oh.
Look what we got here!
- Oh my god, let's play!
- Play what?
- Charades.
- Old rules apply.
- What do I have here?
Okay.
- One word.
Three syllables.
First syllable.
Drawing, writing, sketching, painting.
Painting!
Art, art.
Art, art, art!
Art.
Third syllable.
Squeeze.
Angry grabbing.
Strangling, strangle.
Strangle, strangle.
Scott, I don't... Do something else, do something else.
Try something different.
Try something different!
- Scott? - Oh, choke!
Artichoke!
- I scare you?
- My turn.
Ah-ha.
- Here we go.
Motorcycle.
Motorcycle diaries.
Drinking.
How many words?
Is it a book?
♪ Hello Sadness ♪
♪ It's all over now... ♪
I'm stumped.
Meg, you got any guesses?
Atta girl.
- So what was it?
The clue.
"Easy Rider."
All right, you're up, you're up, you're up.
- That was really bad "Easy Rider."
- What did you say? - That was not good.
- Maybe you're just a really bad guesser.
- Obviously I would've been on the right track
if anybody was giving me anything to work with.
Meg, are you alright?
Aw, did you get a paper cut?
- No, I...
All better.
How are we looking?
Here you go.
I wanna go home.
Come on, it's just a paper cut.
- Scott!
- You alright?
Meg, you need some water?
- I wanna go home.
- Let's go for a swim!
- What? - The ocean is right there!
- It's freezing!
- Cold water is good for you!
- No! - Suit yourself.
- Talkie?
- Megan, come on, come on.
- Scott!
No, no!
No, it's too cold, it's too cold,
it's too cold, it's too cold!
- All right, you gonna do it?
- Yeah, yeah!
One, two, three!
- What is wrong with you?
- No!
- You wanna play dirty?
All right.
Get in the water!
Meg!
Come on down! - Join us!
- She doesn't seem to be getting any beter.
- But you're doing the best you can.
There's nothing more you can do in this situation.
She needs real help.
- Meg, Jesus Christ.
Where have you been?
Are you hurt?
Where's your coat?
- I'll make you some tea.
- Get out.
- Meg. - Excuse me?
- Get out.
- Hey, calm down.
- Oh my god, get the fuck out!
- Meg! - Get out, Madelin! Go!
Goodbye!
- What the fuck is wrong with you?
- Where are the keys?
- Meg.
- Where are the keys?
- Meg, what happened?
- I'm going home.
- Meg, talk to me, what happened?
- I don't know, Scott.
What could've happened?
What could've happened in the last 24 hours
that would make me wanna leave you?
Do you have any fucking guesses?
- Meggie.
- Just tell me where the keys are!
- Can we just talk about this?
- I don't wanna talk about it! I wanna go home!
- We'll go home, okay?
We'll go home.
- You knew she would be here with us.
Is Madelin even your cousin?
- Madelin is my cousin.
- Why did you bring me here?
Scott?
- I'm trying to be who you need me to be,
but I'm out of my depth, Meg.
You've been having such a hard time.
You won't talk to the doctor, won't talk to me.
Sometimes it feels like you're not even really there,
like you're seeing something that I don't see.
Madelin, She was just trying to help.
I needed help.
You need help.
You're barely eating, you're barely sleeping.
Now with your sleepwalking-
- Wait, what?
- It's like living with a ghost.
- Oh, no.
Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
- Babe, what's happening?
Tell me.
- I'm scared.
- Just calm down.
It's okay.
I want you to write this down, okay?
That's it.
That's a good girl.
- Scott?
Where are the keys?
Someone please help me.
- Talk to him.
- Scott, please.
They're gonna kill me!
- Minnow!
Minnow?
Minnow!
My mother is bedridden.
Hi, Meg.
I've been looking for Minnow all night.
You'll help me look.
- Minnow?
Maybe we should go back.
- He could be hurt.
- What are you doing?
Keep going.
- It was an accident.
It was an accident.
Please.
I've been thinking about your brother.
It must've been awful.
And afterwards, your parents wouldn't talk about it.
You must've been so lonely.
And Scott, he was like a brother.
And I can understand.
I'm not your enemy.
I just need to know what happened.
Who hired them?
Was it you or was it Scott?
- Fuck you.
- What's the plan now?
Just kill me yourself?
- Why would I kill you?
You'll do it yourself.
You'll never feel normal again.
How could you, after what you went through?
A person doesn't just recover from something like that.
It rewires your brain.
It lives in your body now, and you'll always,
always feel this way, this emptiness,
like you're watching your life pass by from behind glass.
You'll go through the motions and you'll know
when you should be happy, but you'll never really feel it.
And after a while, that'll make you bitter.
You'll resent others for moving on from something
that you can never leave behind.
- Shut up.
- Eventually you'll just be a burden.
- Shut up.
- You can make it all go away.
It will be a mercy. - Shut up.
Shut up!
- You're broken!
- Shut up!
- You can't tell what's real-
- Shut up! - And what's just
a symptom of your diseased brain. - Shut up, shut up,
shut up, shut up, shut up!
- Madelin?
Madelin?
Oh, god, Madelin!
Fuck, fuck, fuck!
Madelin, Maddie, Maddie, Maddie, Maddie.
Wake up, wake up, wake up.
Are you alright?
- What did you do?
- You wanted me dead.
- What the fuck?
- You made me go into that garage
so you could take my money.
- We have to get her to the hospital.
- Because you wanted me to be with her.
Meg, you have to help me, okay?
Help me carry her.
- I saw the videos!
- I didn't do anything!
I don't know who took you!
- How am I supposed to believe you?
- You never will.
The first video was delivered to our apartment
with a note while I was still out here.
I didn't see it for almost a month.
I thought you were dead.
I felt like I had killed you.
It was another month before another video came,
and by that point, I didn't know what to do.
I couldn't show the police.
They were already investigating me.
I had already lost you, Meg.
I grieved for you.
- You grieved for me?
- I should've told you, I should've told you, Meg.
I should've told you.
I'm so sorry.
- You grieved for me
for a month.
You grieved for me because you missed the ransom note,
because you were here with her.
- You were already dead.
- I bet you liked the attention, didn't you?
You liked being the handsome widow on TV.
- No!
- Poor Scott Whitman, his little Asian wife is dead.
I bet Madelin played right along.
She made you feel special, didn't she?
- You were already fucking dead.
- You're a coward.
Scott.
- I can't live like this.
It's too much.
- Please.
- I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
Meg!
Get back here, Meg!
Meg, please.
I don't know what's wrong with me.
I'm such a piece of shit.
I'm such a fucking asshole.
- Meg
- Let me go.
- Put the gun down.
- Let me go.
- What?
I just wanna leave.
- You're the one with the gun!
If you wanna go, go!
Yeah?
- Hello?
Are you okay?