Tell Me a Story

Dylan Young, private security. I just got a couple questions.

Previously on Tell Me A Story... - No.

I tracked down the man who put the bomb in your car.

I heard about your dad. I'm so sorry.

You are not a part of this investigation.

You wouldn't even know that he was the bomber

if it wasn't for me.

Simone had proof that your mom was screwing

your stepdad's lawyer behind his back.

My father had you under surveillance.

Cora, it's Simone. Are you here?

What do you want from me? - You're gonna help me.

And I'm gonna help you. Think of this

as an opportunity.

Tell me about Luke.

Did he hit you?

His twin sister died.

How could he not tell you that?

I think he's having an affair.

I'll do some digging.

Olivia!

She got away, didn't she?

There's no one around for miles.

People are gonna miss me! You're right.

They are.

Tucker?

Tucker?

Wake up.

Hmm.

Rise and shine, sleepyhead.

Anna?

Is that you?

How?

Come on.

I'll race you to the dock.

Morning.

Bad dream?

I hope you don't mind, but I borrowed some of your clothes.

You drugged me.

Kind of messes with your head, doesn't it?

What are you still doing here?

You gonna kill me?

So many questions.

We'll get to all that.

But first, you should know I only have one rule.

Don't try to escape.

If you do decide to try...

...I'll be watching.

My phone.

I'm curious. How did you get the...?

Guess the passcode?

You called me "Anna" before.

You told me that she was your sister.

And you chained me in a basement decorated like

a little girl's room.

Your passcode is two-six-six-two.

Or, if you go by the letters...

A-N-N... A.

I'm so glad you were paying attention.

What do you want with me?

I'll tell you what.

I'm gonna go upstairs and make myself some coffee.

And when I get back,

I'll be the one asking the questions.

Oh,

and in case it hasn't sunk in yet,

you kidnapped the wrong woman.

...killed overnight in what seems to be

a robbery and home invasion.

Cora Covington, 52,

was found dead in her home

early this morning after an apparent break-in.

No further details have been released from police.

For nearly two decades, Covington worked as...

I'm so sorry about Cora.

Wish you would have let me come down to the station.

Wouldn't have mattered.

I told them it was Veronica.

Now they have more questions.

I can't say I blame them. I do, too.

What about violating your parole?

Who cares about parole?

Cora is dead, and it's because of me.

Hang on. You didn't kill her.

Cora knew what she was getting into.

She was the first one to say they killed your dad.

Well, now she's dead, too.

Maybe I'm next.

Wade's people aren't gonna stop coming for their money

just because he's in jail.

We're gonna deal with all of this together.

No. I...

I can't do this anymore.

Can't do what?

What are you doing?

Jackson, you're a nice guy,

but let's not make this out to be more than what it was.

Okay. I get it. I get it.

You feel like you need to protect me, and you don't.

Jackson, this is not real.

It never was.

No.

No.

Simone.

I know you. You and I are the same.

We-we screw up...

We screw up anything good we got.

Only this time, don't do it.

No. No, no.

You-you only think

that you know me.

I was using you.

It's what I do.

I don't believe you.

Jackson,

look at yourself.

You're a drunk.

And I have my own problems. I don't...

I don't need you to be another one of them.

Hey.

Hey. You got an update for me?

I... listen, I hate to bother you, but, um,

do you think we could take a selfie first?

So you've seen.

Who hasn't? You're famous.

I mean, it's everywhere.

TMZ, Us Weekly, BuzzFeed.

"The question on everyone's mind:

who is Ashley Rose's mystery man?"

Oh, God. You look good.

Y-You're shorter in real life.

They're blowing it out of proportion.

Right.

Hey, how's your dad doing?

Uh, better.

Yeah. You know the first thing he did out of ICU?

Asked me to sneak in pancakes and bacon.

But, uh, what'd really make him feel better

is finding out who Dylan Young was working for.

Okay, Beau, it's only been a few hours.

All right? I am on Dylan's financial records.

Somebody hired him. We'll find out soon.

Have you spoken to Taylor, the girlfriend?

I mean, she's got to know something.

No.

No, I-I hadn't thought of that.

Beau,

I want to keep you in the loop.

But how do I know you're not just gonna

go off on your own again?

Because you have my word.

I thought I had it last time.

Then I had to kill someone to save your life. Look,

I know I'm supposed to just sit here and do nothing,

but my dad's already been shot.

The person who wanted Ashley to die is still out there.

And if something happens to her...

I will let you know the second I find anything.

I promise.

You wanted to see us?

Did you hear about Cora?

Yeah. Yeah.

They're saying it was a robbery gone wrong.

Do they have any idea who did it?

They're looking into it.

And given what you did with Simone, I have to ask,

because the police sure as hell are.

Did you have

anything to do with this?

No.

Mom, I swear.

You boys were young when we moved in here,

so maybe you don't remember what it was like before,

when we had nothing, when I had to fight

for every meal that I put on your plates.

There's a line that we don't cross

and I want to believe that you know that.

I just wanted Simone out of the way.

I didn't kill anybody.

I believe you.

So where were you last night?

Before you came home.

I was out.

Was anybody with you?

I'd consider your answer if I were you.

Ron was with me.

We went to the distillery last night.

Had a couple drinks, then we went down to Broadway.

In and out of a few bars.

Really?

You two, together?

Wanted to bury the hatchet.

We're family.

That's supposed to mean something, isn't it?

Well, you are making excellent progress.

The skin grafts are healing nicely.

Let's check your throat.

Okay? Okay.

You're a lucky woman.

The damage to your vocal cords is almost completely healed.