(soft piano music) # And on my thumb # With a knick-knack, paddy whack # Give a dog a bone # This old man came rolling home # This old man he played two # He played knick-knack on my shoe # With a knick-knack, paddy whack # Give a dog a bone # This old man came rolling home (soft piano music) # He played knick-knack on my gate # With a knick-knack, paddy whack # Give a dog a bone # This old man - All right, all right, knick-knacks, here we go. - All right, who's ready to swim, knick-knacks? Let's go! - Last one in the water's a stinky fart. - All right, whoa, wait. What did I say? - What did I say? - Sunscreen first. - That's right. Okay, close your eyes. And don't say fart. (soft piano music) - Try to get me. - Oh, this is it. This is what it's all about, baby. - I know. - Tag, you're it. - Let's play Marco Angelo. - (laughs) It's Marco Polo. - No, Marco Angelo the Ninja Turtle, pa-chow! - Michelangelo and Marco Polo. - Babe. - Hmm? - You forgot the ice. How could you forget the ice? We have sandwiches and carrots. - Will you please relax? - Yeah, but we've got no ice. - I know we don't. - It's gonna be fine. - (sighs) - Will you please just enjoy this moment? - I know. I'm sorry. - You're still thinking about that house, aren't you? - 'Cause I should have sold it. - Oh, my God, it'll happen. How long have you had your licence? - Six months. - Six whole months, and you're already making deals. - Give me a kiss. - Mm. Thank you. - Marco. - Polo. - (laughs) - Got you. - (gasps) Oh, I love this idea. - Right? I mean, no proper picnic is complete without it. - There's no bottle opener. Did you bring one? - Did you forget? - Shoot, no, I brought it, but I left it in the freaking van. - Oh, um, I'll get it. - No, no, no, I got it. You just relax. - You sure? - Yes, please. - Okay. - You deserve it. I'll see you in a second, all right? I'll be right back. - Marco. - Angelo. - Marco. - Angelo. (soft dramatic music) Marco. Marco. - Marco? - Ah! - You, ah! Not funny. - You cheated. - All right, I'm it. I'm counting to 30. One, two, three, four... - Sarah? - Hey! - (both laugh) - What's up? - Hey. - How are you? - Oh, great, great. What are you doing here? - Oh, full confession, I took your lead and joined MySpace. I saw your post about beach day. - Yeah. - I said, 'Yeah!' Why didn't you tell me you guys were coming up? - 28, 29, 30. Marco. - Look who it is. - Hey, Jay bear. - Hey, sis, how are you? - Great, great. I was telling your wife here how I'm stalking you guys now. - No. - Yeah, classic little sister. - Matt? Matty? - We're about to bust this open if you want to join. - Oh, no, no, I've intruded enough already. - No, Karen. - Clearly I'm not wanted. (tense music) - Matt? Matt, this is not funny! - Hey, where's Matty? - Mom, help! (soft dramatic music) (dark music) (soft music) (audience applauding) - Thank you for coming. It's great to see you. - Thank you. - It's great to see you guys. - Thanks. Enjoy yourselves. - All right. - All right. - Enjoy the meringue. - (both laugh) - Hello. - Hi. - Hey, mom. - Oh, it was so beautiful. - Thanks. - You're like the daughter that I never had. - Well, I get to call you Mom now. - That's right. - Now if we can have the groom and his mother please take the stage? - Oh. - This was the one part - that I was dreading. - Ah. - Come on. - Let's do it. - All right. - Here we go. - It'll be fine. - (groans playfully) (gentle guitar music) (woman singing softly) Your dad was so proud of you. - God, I wish he was here. - I know, honey, I know. He just wanted you to be happy. You know, that's all he wanted ever. - I know. (inhales deeply) - You guys should get out of town, just forget about everything for a while, huh? - Enjoy being together. - Mom, we've talked about this. There's just too much to do with dad's finances, insurance. Come on, I can't let you deal with all that by yourself. - Ian, I'm fine. - No, it's okay, Mom. I promise. Rachel's still getting settled in at the new law firm, and she wants to be here for you too. - Oh, so sweet. You really picked a good one there. - She's lovely. - Oh, hey, come on. I had a great example. - Mm, sweet. (funky upbeat music) # Huh wha # Uh gettin' funky in here # Somebody help me huh # Wow # It's gettin' funky in here (footsteps approaching) (sighs) - Hey. - Hey. - You look like you could use this. - Thank you. - How you holding up? - It's a lot right now, but I'm managing. - God, I can't believe he's not here. I just had lunch with him a few weeks ago. - I know. It doesn't feel real. - The service was beautiful, by the way. I don't know how you held yourself together. - I kept thinking about Matty's memorial service. And I felt like I was reliving everything all over again. All the same people. - Only everybody's older. - (both chuckle) Now with Jake gone and Ian married, it's just me. - If I can help you with anything, please. - Thank you. # You know every now and then you might feel like # you've just had it and you can't... (tense music) - Who's that boy? Oh! Excuse me. (soft dramatic music) - Your husband's finances were in very good order, but he hadn't prepared a will. State law says that in the event of adult children, the estate will be divided evenly between the next of kin. There's also the issue of the life insurance policy. Your husband recently changed insurers. Were you aware of this, Mrs. Sherwood? He hadn't named the beneficiary on the new policy, so the same even split will apply. - Um, what about the car? Um- - There was no evidence of mechanical failure. I'm afraid it was just an accident. I'm very sorry. (sombre music) (dark music) (indistinct chatter on police radio) - I'm sorry, ma'am, there were no signs of forced entry. Nothing seems to be out of place. Were you sure that you closed the door when you left? - I'm not sure about anything anymore. (soft dramatic music) - I'm sorry to bother you. - No worries. - Thank you. (indistinct chatter on TV) - The front running Flyers ripped the Sabres... - Hey. - Hey. - Need some help? - Yeah, that'd be great. (exhales) - I love it. - (laughs softly) - Is it, what colour is this? - Dusty rose. - It makes the room feel so calm. - Right? - (clears throat) This furniture's perfect. Is it from the place that you rented it from last time? - Um, well, I got those three at an estate sale two weeks ago. I refinished the couch. The table's a refurb. The two chairs and this right here, those are rentals, so those have to go back. - I can't believe how much easier my life is - since I hired you. - Please. I'm lucky to have the work. - No, seriously. With everything I got going on, you are like my guardian angel. (indistinct chattering) Plus you're in the White Oak school district, which is top 10 in the country, right? Your kids'll love it. If you have any questions, just feel free to ask me. Take a walk around. (dark music) Will you excuse me for a second? Hey! Hey, you! (sighs) (sighs) (screams) Hey! Who the hell are you? - I'm Matt. I'm your son. (soft dramatic music) I don't know exactly what happened. This man found me on the beach. (water bubbling) I mean, he thought I was dead. I guess I almost was. I knew my name was Matt, or I mean, at least I thought I did, but the rest of it, it was just like it was wiped clean. They said that I had been underwater for so long that it cut off oxygen to my brain. I basically had a stroke. - My God. - Yeah, and so the guy, he took me to St. John's, and then the priest there, he helped find a place for me. I bounced around to a couple foster homes. Then I ended up with the Reynolds family, and I've been there ever since. - So, why now? I mean, you figured out who I was? - I started remembering tiny details a couple years ago, your face, Dad's face. I remember this, um, little yellow house. - Oak Street. - I'm 18 now, and look, my foster parents were great, but... I mean, I just figured it was time for me to get out in the world and figure out where I came from. I started making my way up the coast. I was looking for anything that looked familiar. And then I saw your face... (laughs softly) You know, on a billboard. It was like, it was like this dam in my mind that just, like, busted open. I looked you up. I found this place. - You came to the wedding. - I didn't know, and then there was so much going on. I mean, I knew that wasn't the right time. Was that Ian at the wedding? He is nothing like what I remember. (laughs) - Look who's talking. - And what about dad? I mean, he's not... I mean, are you guys still together? - He, um... He died in a car accident about a month ago. (sighs) I'm sorry that you had to find out like this. - I don't even know what to say. Um... well, it's, uh, it's getting late. I should probably go. - Where are you staying? - Uh, just been, uh, crashing in my truck for a while now. - Are you serious? I have a bedroom here if you'd like to stay here. - Look, um, I know this is a lot. You don't gotta try to be nice. I just wanted to see if you were anything like what I remember. You don't owe me nothing. - Matty. Matty? You can't just go. I'd like you to meet Ian and his wife, Rachel, so if you don't have any other plans... Why don't you just stay? - I don't want to impose. - Please. (sighs) I can't believe this. So this is not much. - Oh, trust me, it, uh, it beats sleeping - in my truck seat. - (both chuckle) - Well, I'll see you in the morning then. You used to like the door open when you were little. - Shall I- - Close it. - Okay. - Hey, Mom? Uh... wow, um, sorry. It just sort of slipped out. - You can call me whatever you want. - Thanks for all this. - Goodnight. (sniffles) (ELECTRONIC MUSIC) (DISTORTED ROARING) (GRUNTS) (SCREAMS) MAN: Are you alright, son? (car approaching) (exhales) - How do you like the food? - Delicious. - Okay? - Thank you. - It's really good, Mom. - So, uh, Mom's not the only successful one in the family. - Ah, well, no, it's- - Ian, uh, started his own company when he was just 17, and he sold it last year. - Yeah. - Hmm. - Six figures. - Mom. - What? I can't say six figures? - Wow. - High six figures. - Mom, come on. - No, you got to be proud of that. I mean, money like that changes your life. - Yeah. - I mean, I wouldn't know, but... - Ian actually co-owns a venture capital company now. - He sure does. - Tell him, honey. - Oh, um, yeah... (stammers) We invest in a lot of start-ups, like, you know, different tech companies. It's- - That's really something. I mean, impressive, I mean. - Thanks. - Well, I never had much of a head for that, you know, the stocks and business stuff. (soft dramatic music) - Yeah, I mean, you should come by and visit the office next week. I'd love to show you around, and I could buy you lunch, and, um... Come on, we got a lot of catching up to do. - Sure. I'd like that. You know, I got to say. It's a little, uh, weird for me, you know, being around all you successful people. I mean, you know, my situation, it's always just been about scraping by, you know? And it's not that I don't appreciate everything that my foster parents did for me, but... I mean, I sit here, and I see all this, and I think, like... you know, like what my life could have been. It's like there's a better version of me that's supposed to exist. (laughs softly) Hey, that's weird, right? (sighing) (tense music) (suspenseful music) (leaves rustling) (screams) - (stammers) I'm so sorry. I saw you walking towards the window. - No, it's fine. - I thought something was wrong. - Uh, it's okay. I- - Here, let me- - No, please, it's my mess. (dramatic music) - Well, uh... I'm, uh, sorry again. - Thank you. - No, of course you're confused. I can't imagine what you must be going through right now. - It's not that I don't believe him. I want to. It just the timing, it's just strange. - It's strange? But, you know, life has a way of doing that, right? - I guess. It just complicates everything with the estate. - You're worried about the money? - No, no, I don't need the money, and Matt has every right to his share, I mean, especially after everything he's been through, but the fact that he shows up now- - Look, I have a detective friend in the department. If you want, I could ask him to do some digging, see if there are any red flags in Matt's history. You don't have to tell him, but you do have a right to know. - So we started two years ago with just, uh, me and my two partners working out of this strip mall dump that smelled like an old fish tank, and, uh, now we have 35 employees, and everything just keeps getting better. And here we are. - Wow. - Not bad, huh? - It's something else, man. - (chuckles) - And you got all these people working under you? Doing whatever you want? That's the dream, right? Hey, half those guys are old enough to be your dad. Must drive them nuts. - Yeah, but I mean, the resume means more than the birthday, well, especially in tech, which is where we're focused. It's actually something I wanted to talk to you about. Got a few minutes? So I had my eye on this, uh, new startup, this little company in Portland that's gonna completely change the way people think about home entertainment. I'm talking, like, what Apple did for the cell phone market. It's a game-changer, and I haven't even brought it up here because... well, between the inheritance and the insurance money, there's more than enough to go in on this thing completely independent. - With your money, you mean? - Yeah, well, that's what I'm saying. I want you to come in on it with me and watch this thing blow up together. - No, I- - Hey, come on, come on. Just listen to me. - Sorry, but this ain't my world. - That's why I'll take care of everything. I'll manage it. I'll do all the work, 60-40 split. - Thanks, but no. - Of a 50% share. Wait, Matt, will you just listen? Imagine owning 20% of Facebook. - I said no. (tense music) I'm sorry. It's just not for me. I've been sleeping in my truck, man. You can't possibly know what that's like. Look, I'm never gonna be like you, and I'm okay with that. All I want is whatever I'm owed. In cash. Just keep it simple. - So what about his story, okay? He said he was brought to St. John's? You know they have to report that to the local authorities. I mean, some kid named Matt was turned in 40 miles from here and you didn't hear about it, it doesn't make any sense. - I don't know. - I don't think you should - let him stay here. - Ian. - No, I'm serious. Even if it is him, you don't know anything about him, not really. What if he's dangerous? - What if he's your brother who we left for dead and tried to forget about? - (sighs) Let's just, let's get him to do the DNA test. Until then, be careful. (door creaks) - Hey. - Hey. Sorry it's so late. - Where were you? - Just out. I went for a long drive. - Mm-hmm. - I was just trying to process everything, you know? - Listen, there's something that we have to do for the probate court, it's not a big deal. We just have to prove your identity to the judge, so there's this kit, um. - You want me to take a DNA test? - It's not a big deal. - You don't believe me. - No, it's not that at all. - Look, I don't have to be here if you don't trust me. - No, it's just a stupid legal thing. - All you have to do is tell them I'm your son. - It's not that simple. - Does Ian have to do it? - Ian's situation is a lot different than yours. - Yeah, tell me about it. - Matt. (phone ringing) - Hey, Kare. - Hey. Is today still okay to check out the house? - Yeah, um, actually, I was just heading over there to meet a gal who works for me. Do you think you could be there in, like, an hour? - Yeah, sure. That sounds great. I'll meet you there. - That colour's gonna look great in the living room. - Yeah, and when I'm done down there, it's gonna match exactly what I've done up here. - Yeah. - Hey, you all right? You seem stressed, more than usual. (soft dramatic music) - I told you... (clears throat) I told you about my son Matt? - Yeah. And with what happened to Jake, that's bringing a lot back for you, huh? - Um, a couple of nights ago this boy shows up at my house. He's not a boy. He's a man. He's a full-grown 18-year-old kid, and, uh, he tells me that he's Matt. - What? That's nuts. - Yeah. I don't know. I don't know how. He says that he's my son. - What are you gonna do? - It all just feels like a bad dream right now. - But if it is your son, that's a miracle, right? Wow. - Hey, it's Karen. Leave me a message. - Hey, uh, Kare, it's me. Listen, I got to run. Um, I'm gonna leave you a key under the front mat, and there may still be somebody working here when you get here, so I'll let her know that you're on your way. Uh, let's get together this week. I've got a lot to tell you. Bye. - Hey, Jess? - Yeah? You leaving? - Yeah, uh, listen, somebody might swing by to look at the house for a bit. Um, she can let herself in, but if you leave, just feel free to lock up. - Okay, you got it. Hey. Say hi to Matt for me. # Mother Nature's got it right # Every time she shines her big ole light down on me # You know I'm feeling fine # When I walk outside # To see blue skies - Hello? - Hey, in here. - Oh, hi. I'm Sarah's sister-in-law. I'm just gonna take a peek around. # Blue skies and sunshine - Wow. This is a great space, huh? - Yeah, you sure get a lot of light in this room. (soft dramatic music) - Jessie? Jessie Parker, is that you? My God, I haven't seen you since high school. - Right, Karen. What- - Oh, what are the chances, right? Yeah, um, Sarah said I'd like this place. It's, uh, it's a lot bigger than I expected. Oh, my God, wait a minute. You're working for Sarah? Isn't that weird with the whole you and Jake history? (coughing) (grunts) (suspenseful music) (yelps, straining) - I hope you still like meat. - Mm, yeah, whatever that is smells amazing. - Yeah, you probably remember this. It was your dad's favourite chilli recipe. You used to love it. - Oh, I, uh, I did the DNA thing. - Really? - Yeah, turned it in this afternoon. - Yeah? - I didn't mean to be so whatever about it. I felt this weirdness between us. I don't want that. - I don't want that either. I was thinking about reaching out to your, uh, your foster parents. I mean, they know everything about you, things that you may not even remember, you know? I'd, like, I want to know what it was like when you lost your first tooth, you got your first report card. Did you like sports? Did you have the chicken pox? You know, things like that. They have this whole lifetime of memories that I've missed out on, and I just want to soak it up. That's not a problem, is it? I mean, you're still close with them? - Yeah, um, it's- (chuckles) It's just a little weird for me. - The Reynolds family, right? - Ann Reynolds. It's just her now. Tim left the picture a few years ago. He and I were never that close. Here's her number. I think you'll like her. (soft dramatic music) - (voicemail beeps) - Hi, Ann. This is, uh, Sarah Sherwood. I'm not sure how much Matt has told you, but, um... I'm his mother. I'm sorry. This is sort of strange to leave on a message. Um... (laughs softly) I still can't believe it's happening. Anyway, I would love to meet you and get to know you, so, uh, and if it's easier if I come up to you or meet you halfway, just let me know. Anyway, this is my cell, uh, so text and call me anytime. Thanks. (sighs) (cell phone ringing) This is Sarah. - Hi, Sarah, this is Ann Reynolds. I got your message. - My God, hi. I'm so sorry, I'm just, uh, I'm just literally walking into the house. - Oh, I can call back if- - No, no, no, not at all. Thank you so much for calling back. Um, listen, did, uh, did Matt have a chance to speak with you? - I knew he'd try to find you. I just never believed it would actually happen. (laughs wryly) - Yeah, I, I, um, (sighs) I don't even know what to say. I feel happy. I feel sad. I feel scared. - Well, of course you are. Your son just came back from the dead. - Right. Listen, I would really like to meet you. I mean, I feel like you're part of the family already. - I'm travelling for the next few months. That's why I didn't get your message, but I'll be back in July. We can get together then, have sort of a family reunion, I guess. - Yeah, I would like that. - Me too. If there's anything else you need, Sarah. - Actually, there is, um, would you mind sending me some pictures of Matt when he was younger? I know that you're travelling at the moment, so you probably don't have many on you. Anything would be great. I just, I feel like there's all this time missing, and it's the only way that I can get a little piece of it back. - No, of course. Give me your email, I'll see what I have. - Okay. Thank you. (dark music) (soft music) (crying) Matt? (crying) Matt, are you here? - What's the matter? (dramatic music) (sobbing) We searched for weeks. The Coast Guard had a dive team work for three days straight. The county sheriff organised a search through the woods. It was in every paper, every local news channel. After 72 hours I could sense that they thought that it was hopeless, but I didn't give up. I searched myself. I memorised every inch of that beach, wandering up and down, looking for anything. A sign. (soft music) The body was never recovered. The official ruling was lost at sea. It took a month before I broke down. I just, something inside me just died. I couldn't eat. I couldn't sleep. I was this shell of a person. I was in my body, but my soul was just gone. And I felt so guilty. I was there. I was right there. If I had just been paying more attention. If I had just been a better mother. It took me a long time to feel something normal again. And then, slowly, this scab grew over my heart. You know? Healed, but tender. (sighs) But I still never forgave myself. - I forgive you. You sounded like you were in trouble. - Uh, no. Um, my detective friend got back to me. - Uh-huh. - Uh. There are no records of Matt. He searched Matt, Matthew, Reynolds, Sherwood. Nothing came up. - Well, that's, that's good, right? That means that he's not in trouble. - No, no records at all. No school records, no hospital records, no licence at the DMV, not even a Facebook. - Um, what about St. John's, where they dropped him off? - They must have something. - I called them myself. Even spoke to a nun who was there at the time. If a kid was dropped off, they would have had to report it. Something doesn't add up. (dark music) - He is not who he says he is. - He took the DNA test. Why would he do that? - To buy time to try to win you over. - For what? - The money, Mom! Come on, it is obvious. - You guys are gonna be late for your dinner. - This is why I knew I had to come here, because I knew you'd just blow it off. - I am not blowing it off, Ian, okay? I am just open to the reality that nothing about this situation is normal and that maybe, just maybe there's another explanation. - What's going on? You guys look nice. What is it, date night? - It's a charity dinner. - Let's see your driver's licence, Matt. - Ian. - No, come on. - Let's see it. - What the hell's going on? - Oh, you know what's going on. Who are you? - I'm your brother. - Oh, yeah? Then why don't you prove it? - Look, I don't have to be here. - Yeah, exactly, so why don't you just run back to wherever you came from, huh? - What is this about? - We're just wondering why there are no records of you, Matt. I had a friend of mine run a background check. - Oh, come on. I took the stupid DNA test. I mean, what more do you want? What, do you want my fingerprints? - No- - Can I pee in a cup for you? - Seriously, Mom? - To help us understand, Matt, were you using another name on the licence? - I don't have a licence. Look for yourself. I couldn't afford a car until recently, so I never got a licence. That truck I bought with cash a month ago, so I never registered it. Every job that I've ever had has been cash under the table, so I never needed a bank account. What more do you want to know? You guys take a lot of this stuff for granted because you're privileged. But not everybody lives like this. (soft dramatic music) - Doesn't prove anything. - We should go. - Hey, you know what I think? It's not about me at all. It's all about Ian and his big investment plan. - You don't know what you're talking about. - Oh, he didn't tell you. Ian is planning on buying a company in Portland, and he hasn't even told his partners. He wants Dad's money, our money, keep it all for himself so he can roll the dice on some tech nerds with a new TV. - It's not a TV. It's- - Is this true? - Look, it-it's this new company. Nobody's ever seen anything like this before. - Well, I hope you guys weren't planning on starting a family anytime soon 'cause Daddy has got all his eggs in that basket. - Ian! - Matt! - (grunts) (tense music) - I am your brother, and I'm entitled to whatever that means, and I am not doing your stupid deal. - Ian- - I'll be back. - Ian, are you okay? - What about dinner? - I need some air. (dramatic music) (engine revs) (tyres squealing) Come on. Come on! Come on! - (tyres squeal) - (shouts) - All right. Iris is responsive. Ian! Ian! You've been in a car accident, okay? I want a full x-ray and CT scan of the abdomen and pelvis. Let's get him on 500 milligrams of morphine. - Got it. (machine beeps, fades) - Hey. - Hi. - God, I thought I was dead. - Sounds like you should have been. - Ian? - Hi, Mom. - Hi. Hi. - They found your car 50 feet off the road. Said you must have been going around that turn so fast. What happened? - I don't know. It happened so fast. I think I lost control. - You're lucky that the car behind you saw you go off the road. You're lucky to be alive. - They found lacerations on your liver and spleen, pretty serious internal bleeding. - They had to operate. - Am I gonna be all right? - You're gonna be pretty immobile for the next six weeks, but yeah. (knocks on door) (soft dramatic music) - I am so sorry. - It's okay. - No, it's not. I'm not ever gonna forgive myself. - I want you guys to stay at the house, okay? I can help out while Rachel's at work. - Yeah, me too. Anything I can do. - Speaking of which... (laughs wryly) I'm too young to be a widow. - I'm sorry. - I'll be back in a couple hours. - Hey, I'll walk you out. - Matt? It's fine. Nothing. - All right. Well, I'll see you guys in a bit. - I thought I'd lost you. You and your dad in the same month, and that would have been too much. Too much. - Mom, there was something wrong with the car. I tried to slow down, and the brakes didn't work. There was nothing that I could do. That car had a full inspection three months ago. (tense music) (sighs) - Mom. - Yeah? - What if it wasn't an accident? (soft dramatic music) (cell phone beeping) - Hi, uh, is this D & D Salvage? Okay, I'm calling about a car that was totalled about a month ago. Yeah, it was, um, a Jaguar, dark green. It was my husband's car. Mm-hmm. You sold it? To who? Right, well, I mean, even if you sold it for cash, I'm sure that you guys must have some kind of record there at the sh` Oh. I see. Okay. (sighs deeply) to a Jenny Craig client. I've lost 15kg and feel great. The Jenny Craig food's really tasty. Jenny Craig works for weight loss. Flexible delivery options available with Jenny Craig. Ian was in an accident. - Oh, my God. - Is he okay? - Yeah, barely. He thinks that Matt might have something to do with it. - What? Why? - I don't know. I mean, I feel like maybe there is something wrong. - This whole thing is just insane. It's just, you know, anyone in your position would feel crazy right now. - I don't know what's worse. If it's not him and I'm living with a stranger, or if it is him and it's my fault that he's a stranger. - You know what I think? I think that Matt is your son, and that all you can do is love him and try to help Ian cope as best as you can. It's gonna be hard for everybody, right? But you are one of the strongest women I've ever met in my life. - Thank you. I needed that. Hey, um, did you see Karen the other day? - Who? - Karen, my sister-in-law, she was supposed to stop by, but I didn't hear from her. I left a key for her under the doormat. - No, you know, there was a key left on the counter. I thought maybe you left it there for someone. You know, I could go get it. - No, that's okay. She probably just didn't like it. - Her loss. - Your mom said to use these. - Thanks. Oh, you don't, you don't have to do that. - Ian's asleep. I stay up late. - Thanks. Hey. I'm sorry again. - Ian's got a temper. (laughs softly) It's no surprise. He's taken off like that before, and every time it scares the hell out of me. - Yeah. But I pushed him. - Are you really Matt? - Yeah. - Did you come back for the money? - Yeah. At first. I saw his obituary in the paper. I mean, his face had barely changed. I knew he was my dad. All these years, I thought that they'd abandoned me. I find out he's a successful business guy. Gotta be leaving behind a few bucks. I mean, yeah, I'm gonna take what's mine. But then... I meet her and Ian and you. And somehow it's like all that bitterness and betrayal, it's like it's just melting away. This is the first time in a long, long time where something feels right to me. - Ian'll come around. You good? - Thanks for helping, and for listening. (laughs softly) Ian is a lucky guy. - Goodnight. - Night. (sighs) - Hey. Sorry, uh, can you help me for a sec? I know this is awkward, but he's loopy on the drugs, and I can't lift him by myself. - No, it's no problem. Hey, Ian. - No, stop, leave me alone. - Come here. - No. - Hey, hey, don't worry. (dark music) - Thank you. Sorry, I'm gonna grab some towels from out of the dryer. Can you watch him for a sec? Okay, got some nice, clean- (gasps) - Oh, you all right there, brother? You're okay. You're okay. - (coughing) - Are you all right? - He must have slipped under. I just got up to dry off my hands, and when I got back, he was under. I thought he was joking. - I probably filled it up too high. - No, I should have stayed put until you got back. Those drugs are heavy-duty, huh? - Yeah. I had no idea how out of it he'd be. - Well, I'm gonna get back to the dishes. You got it from here? (soft dramatic music) What's your favourite sub of the day at Subway? SONG: # Good day # Today might be a good day... # Every day has a different, delicious Subway Six Inch Sub for just $5.50. Every day is a good day at Subway. When I came back, he was already pulling you out of the water. - I'm telling you what I saw. - You're on drugs, babe. - I know what happened. - He's trying, okay? And you're making it very difficult. Maybe you should give him another chance. Hey. I love you. - I love you too. - Don't you like this nightgown? - It's nice. Covers a bit too much though. - (laughs softly) There he is. (chuckles softly) You know, the doctor didn't say no physical activity. - No, he didn't. - Hm-mm. (dark music) (phone line ringing) - These are done. - Oh, great. Hey, Kare, it's me, I just wanted to know if you got my message about dinner tonight. Miss you bunches. Bye. - Oh, I forgot to tell you. She, she dropped by the other day. - Karen? Really? - Yeah, um, I'm so sorry. It's just, it's, I mean, it's been so crazy around here. She wanted to apologise for not meeting you. - Hmm, yeah. I waited for her the other day for, like, a half an hour, and she never showed up, completely flaked. - She said something about, like, going on a business trip for the next couple weeks, she was kind of in a hurry. I'm sorry I forgot to mention it. - No, it's fine. I love her, but if there's one thing you'll learn about your Aunt Karen is she can be a handful. - Hey, talking about me again? - You, my dear, are anything but a handful. - Sorry I'm late. - And I think we're almost ready, guys. Will you put those out on the patio table for me? - Yes. - And get to work. I'm still crippled here. - Oh, I'm not gonna let you play the victim card for very much longer. - Love you. - (all laughing) Yes, and so then we're at the drive-in, and everything's great, - but Mom, she- - Oh, I know this one. - What? What did I do? - She lets us put our sleeping bags up on top of the station wagon. - So the five of us are up there, and this, um, this kid, Tommy, um, um, Landry. - Landry, of course. - Yes. - You remember him, right? The ginger. - He had, like- - (laughs) - He had, like, the curly, crazy, like, fro. He is just, like, getting rough with some kid, and he's trying to wrestle him. I'm just trying to watch the movie, right? And then the next thing I know he just starts screaming bloody murder. He rolled off the roof, and he broke his arm. - What? - Yeah, he did. (laughing) Hey, come on, to Tommy Landry. - Yes. - Wherever you may be. - We wish him well where he is. - We salute you, Tommy. - So what's going on with all of dad's stuff? I mean, they said, like, a month. That's next week, right? - I don't know. Um... I know they paid off all the outstanding debt, so we just have to make a tax payment, and we should be fine. That should be it. Yeah. - Well, what about the DNA test? I mean, we should have heard something by now, right? - Um, yeah, um, I'm going to, uh, follow up with them tomorrow and just, you know, see if maybe they're backed up or something. - Pool looks great, Mom. - Thank you. - Yeah. - Matt helped me clean it. - Mm, she did all the smart chemical stuff. I just scooped out the crap. - Hey, what do you say, after dinner we jump in the pool, do a little Marco Polo like the good old days? - Oh, yeah, yeah, we used to love that, huh? - Yeah, yeah. It wasn't Marco Polo, right? You called it something else. What was it? - I don't know. - No, no, no, come on. It was, like, it was, like, your favourite Ninja Turtle. Marco. Come on. Marco, and... - Sorry. I don't remember that one. I mean, I guess it was a long time ago, right? (tense music) (cell phone beeping) - The number you have reached is not in service. Please check the number or try your call- - There's no results for Ann Reynolds in Connecticut. There's no Facebook. There's no business associations. The phone is no longer in service. - Why would he lie about that? - I searched the number, and it seems like some kind of burner line with no address listed. (sighs) Your detective friend, do you think that he can do us another favour? (car approaching) (car door closes) Something wrong with it? - Ah, fan belt snapped, so I had to replace it, and then I found corrosion on the battery terminals. You know, she's old, so nothing's perfect. - You seem pretty handy for someone who's never had a licence before. - Yeah, uh, look, I'm gonna get all that sorted out. Don't worry. - Listen, I called the testing facility, and there was a contamination in the lab. Um, the results are inconclusive. They apologised, but it looks like we're gonna have to do the test again. They promised to expedite it. I know it's annoying. I'm sorry. - No, it's fine. Just leave it inside. I'll do it later. - Hey. - Hey, I got a hit on your licence plate. Uh, it's registered to a Jessica Parker. - Anything on her? - Usual stuff. Speeding tickets, some financial problems. That's probably why she sold the truck. - Yeah, maybe. You got an address? Where the hell is this place? (truck door closes) (muffled screams) (grunts) - Rachel, hey, listen, I'm doing something really stupid, and I wanted to tell someone. - Mom? What's going on? - Don't worry. I'm taking care of something. I love you. Go back inside. (tyres squeal) (grunts) (grunting) (muffled shouting) - She wants me to do this again. - Why? - (gasps) - I thought you said you had this under control. I need the money, or I'm gonna lose my house. (waves crashing) - The test came back inconclusive. Once that's settled, we get the money. Just be patient. - I'm done being patient. - Where's the kid? - Come on. - Hey. Hey. Hey. Come here. Open your mouth. - Oh. - Jessie! - Who was that? (shrieks) (both grunting) Sarah! (gunshots popping) (grunting) (muffled shouting) (strains) (breathing heavily) (grunting) - Where the hell is she? - Hey, you're the one who let her get away. - You're the one who messed this whole thing up, now go find her. (grunting) (squeals) (glass shatters) (breathing shakily) (soft dramatic music) - Jake. - Who the hell are you? Wait, stop, don't. - Matt. - How do you know my name? - It's me. It's Sarah. - No, stop. Stay right there. - I'm your mother. - What? How? - Do you remember the beach? You and me, and your dad, and Ian. Do you remember? - One, two, three, four. (dramatic music) 21, 22, 23 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30. (footsteps approaching) - Excuse me. Can you help me with something? - It's me, Matty. It's Mom. - They told me you were dead. - Stop right there! - Jessie! - Don't try anything stupid, Sarah. Baby. (tense music) (dial tone blaring) (phone beeping) - 911, please hold. - I just don't understand. Why? - Jake. Jake was mine. He was my high school sweetheart, and then he betrayed me. - So you took our son? - You didn't deserve him! He should have been my son. They both should have been mine. I saw you on the beach that day, your easy, perfect life. No appreciation for your privilege. You weren't even paying attention. If you were the mother Matt deserved, he wouldn't have been taken. - And Ian? You tried to kill him just like Jake? - He is not who he says he is. - He took the DNA test. Why would he do that? - To buy time to try to win you over. - For what? - The money, Mom! Come on, it is obvious. (latch pops) - They were in the way, just like your miserable sister-in-law. - She was in the house. - She still is. - What did you do? - Matthew, go inside. You come with me. - Leave her alone. - Matthew, go inside! - Leave her alone. - You created this mess. You fix it. - No, no, no, no, no. - Matthew, please, let's- - No! (all grunting) - Yes, uh, 237 Canopy Drive. Please hurry. (both grunting) (grunts) - Matthew! - Stop! - Matthew. - No. You don't move till you tell me why. - I love you. - Don't. - You know it's true. I raised you. - You're my son. - No, I'm not your son. I don't know who I am. And my dad, where's my dad? - She killed him, in that car over there. - He didn't love you. I love you. We needed the money. We were gonna lose the house. - So you sent my cousin to pretend to be me? - Do you know how hard it is to raise a kid all by yourself? I earned that money. What did she ever do to deserve it? - Jessie, you need help. - No. No. No, she doesn't. - No, Matt. Matt. Don't be like them, all right, Matt? You're not them. You don't have to do this. We can call the cops... And this'll all be over with. We can finally go home. Okay? Please. - No! (gunshot pops) (grunts) (groans) - You stay away from my son. (soft dramatic music) (sirens wailing) - Sarah? (indistinct chatter on police radio) He tried to help me, and she wouldn't let him. - I can't imagine what he's been going through. Or how I'll ever make it up to him. - You did nothing wrong. (exhales) - Look at me. - (crying) You did nothing wrong. - Welcome home. - Matty. Marco. (laughs) - Angelo. (gentle music) (intense dramatic music) Captions were made with the support of NZ On Air. www.able.co.nz Copyright Able 2021