Noah
I need to talk to you about Margo.
Emma
Does she know about us?
Noah
But I found something in her sock drawer.
Emma
You were snooping in her sock drawer?
Noah
I’m tired of her secrets.
Noah
She never talks about her past.
Noah
There’s something she’s not telling me.
Emma
So she’s a private person.
Emma
You have secrets too, you know.
Noah
She’s my wife, Emma.
Noah
I’m married to her and I don’t know anything about her childhood or family.
Emma
Maybe she just doesn’t get along with her family.
Emma
Leave it alone, Noah. It’s not worth causing a fuss.
Noah
I think there’s something more to the story.
Noah
Something important that she isn’t telling me.
Emma
What are you talking about?
Emma
What’d you find in her sock drawer?
Noah
There was an envelope hidden underneath a false bottom.
Noah
It’s full of documents—
Noah
Driver’s licenses, a birth certificate, even a social security card.
Emma
I keep my passport in my dresser drawer.
Noah
All the documents belong to different people.
Noah
But they all have photos of Margo.
Noah
And none of them use her real name.
Noah
Exactly. It’s weird. Maybe she’s not even Margo Baker…
Emma
That’s ridiculous. You think she stole someone’s identity or something?
Noah
There’s a birth certificate for a Lauren Little from Omaha, Nebraska.
Noah
She has the same birthday as Margo—
Noah
She died in a car crash in 1995.
Noah
I think Margo found her birth certificate and passed herself off as Lauren.
Emma
Then why isn’t her name Lauren?
Noah
Maybe she only pretended to be Lauren for a few years.
Noah
Maybe she keeps changing her name.
Noah
Who knows what Margo’s name really is.
Emma
But why would she steal Lauren’s identity in the first place?
Emma
If you married Margo Miller…
Emma
But Margo Miller doesn’t exist…
Emma
Does this mean you aren’t married?
Noah
But that’s not the point, Emma.
Emma
You always say we can’t be together because you’re married.
Emma
But now, maybe you’re not even married!
Emma
We can be together, Noah.
Emma
Isn’t that what we always wanted?
Noah
Look, can we just not talk about this right now?
Noah
I want to know who Margo really is and what she’s been hiding from me.
Noah
I’m taking this stuff to the cops.
Emma
Really? Why don’t you just come over and relax?
Emma
We can talk this through.
Noah
I’m not going to come over after finding out my wife has been lying to me!
Emma
Fine. When are you going to the police station?
Noah
Where are you, Emma?
Emma
Did you talk to the cops?
Emma
Have you seen Margo?
Noah
I’m about to leave the police station.
Noah
Meet me at Finnegan’s in 20.
Emma
Can you stop being so hysterical?
Noah
You need to get out of the house.
Noah
The cell service is spotty out here.
Noah
Text will have to work.
He always has an excuse so he can do things his way.
Emma
Fine. What happened?
Noah
I talked to a detective about Margo.
Noah
I showed him the stuff I found.
Noah
He recognized the name on one of her expired driver’s licenses—
Emma
Okay…so she took over Lora’s identity?
Noah
No. Lora Finch is an alias. She isn’t even real.
Noah
And, she’s wanted by the FBI for the murder of Elizabeth Drake—
Noah
Mistress to Alexander Finch.
Noah
“Lora” stabbed Elizabeth 29 times and fled.
Noah
She was never found.
Emma
Because she was using a fake name?
Noah
Exactly. The cops had no clue who she was.
Emma
Wait, so you’re telling me that you’re married to a murderer?
Emma
All of this is starting to sound a little crazy.
Emma
First she’s Lauren, then she’s Lora, now she’s Margo?
Noah
Well the cops believe it’s true.
Noah
The picture on Lora Finch’s ID matches the one on Margo’s.
Noah
Or whoever I married.
Noah
Chances are she’s using a fake name for this “Margo” ID too.
Emma
She really killed somebody?
Noah
And she’s done it more than once.
Emma
What? She’s a serial killer now?!
Noah
She’s dangerous, Emma!
Emma
Yeah, but how does anyone know this for sure?
Noah
Emma, the policemen have been tracking her for ages.
Emma
Us? Are you a policeman now, all of a sudden?
Noah
You know what I mean.
Noah
Just let the men do their job.
Emma raises her eyebrows.
Of course Noah doesn’t want Emma to worry her pretty little head.
Noah
They said that Lora Finch lived in Kansas City, Missouri.
Noah
And that she left a cross necklace next to Elizabeth’s body before she fled.
Noah
Elizabeth was Jewish.
Noah
So Elizabeth wouldn’t have worn a cross necklace!
Noah
It had to be Lora’s.
Emma
We don’t necessarily know that.
Emma gets out of the tub.
She quickly towels off and throws on her clothes.
Then she rushes downstairs to her car.
But before she goes to leave, she stops with her hand on the door.
She doubles back upstairs and grabs the gun Noah gave her, the one she keeps in her nightstand.
She tucks it in the waistband of her pants, at the small of her back.
Emma
Wait, you said Margo was a serial killer. Who else was killed?
Noah
Well, not that this is the same level of murder…
Noah
But there’s an unsolved murder of a hooker known as Candy in Kansas City.
Emma
Wait, what’s that supposed to mean?
Emma
That it’s not the same “level of murder?”
Noah
Well, you know, she was a hooker.
Emma
Are you serious right now?
Emma
Candy was a human being.
Noah
Oh come on, don’t make me out to be the bad guy here.
Noah
I just found out that my wife is a serial killer. Excuse me if I’m not being PC.
Emma turns on her car and starts to drive.
She’ll get to the bottom of this — on her terms.
She’s perfectly capable of handling things on her own.
Noah may not think so, but she doesn’t need him to spoon-feed her.
Noah
Anyway, Candy was stabbed 33 times.
Noah
The cops found a cross necklace around her ankle.
Noah
Just like the cross by the other victim’s body. Alexander Finch’s mistress, Elizabeth.
Noah
And you know how religious Margo is…
Emma
But if she’s so religious, why would she kill people?
Emma
And out of everyone, why would she target Candy?
Noah
According to her fellow hookers, Candy serviced many prominent businessmen.
Noah
Most of them had wives.
Noah
Maybe Margo goes after men who cheat.
Noah
You know, by killing their mistresses.
Noah
And I don’t get the thing about the cross necklaces either.
Noah
Margo’s obviously delusional.
Emma
It just doesn’t seem very likely to me.
Emma
You’re telling me that your wife has had at least three names…
Emma
Has killed a prostitute…
Emma
Married Alexander Finch…
Emma
And then stabbed Elizabeth Drake?
Noah
She’s a live wire, Emma.
Noah
You need to get out of the house.
Emma preens. She *is* out of the house.
In fact, she’s now approaching another residence—
A very familiar home, where she’s had many romantic trysts.
She texts Noah, keeping the imbecile distracted.
Emma
Noah, where would I go if I left?
Noah
I told you, meet me at Finnegan’s.
Emma
Are the cops going to arrest Margo?
Noah
They’re going to my house in thirty minutes.
Noah
They’re taking my statement first.
Emma looks at Margo’s car in the driveway.
She knows she doesn’t have much time.
Noah
Please baby. I’m afraid she’ll find you.
Emma
But you said she doesn’t know about us, babe.
Emma
How could she possibly find me?
Noah
But I’d feel better if you came to Finnegan’s with me.
Emma
This is all a little much, Noah.
Emma gets out of her car and walks up to the front door.
Margo answers the door, holding a knife.
She smiles, toying with the blade between her fingertips.
Margo
I can’t believe you had the guts to show up here.
Margo
That I killed those women?
Margo
Yes. I’ve always had an issue with weak men.
Margo
Oh Emma. Why did you come here?
Silence spills into the space between the two women.
Emma’s voice drops to a whisper.
Emma
I didn’t know if I believed him.
She waits a beat before she says his name.
Emma
His story seemed so over-the-top and I—
Margo
Oh honey. I can’t say I blame you.
Margo
It must be hard to trust Noah.
Margo
What’d he tell you, that he’d be with you if he didn’t have me around?
Margo
If he could just get rid of the old ball and chain?
Margo tuts under her breath.
Margo
What a lukewarm sentiment.
Margo
Because the truth is, Noah could have left me anytime…
Margo
All he had to do was sign the divorce papers I gave him.
Margo
And give me the money I asked for, of course.
Emma opens her mouth. Then she closes it.
Margo
Poor Emma. Did you really think that this is the first time he’s cheated?
Margo
Oh, he’s had other mistresses before.
Margo
He never leaves me for them.
Margo
What does he always say?
Margo
Hmm…what are his exact words?
Margo taps a manicured nail against her chin.
Margo
Not. Worth. The. Headache.
Margo
Us girls have got to stick together, Emma.
Margo
So who do you trust?
Emma’s gapes at Margo’s smiling face.
She glances down at the knife, twisting in between Margo’s fingers.
Then her eyes dart back up to Margo’s gaze.
In the next split second, Emma draws the gun.
And as Margo lunges forward, she shoots.
It’s a clean shot that goes through Margo’s heart. She falls down, dead.
Emma surveys the scene before her.
She whispers under her breath.
Emma
If this gets back to me, I’ll argue self-defense.
She wipes her prints off Noah’s gun and leaves it.
Just then, her phone pings with a few texts.
Noah
Baby, where are you?
Noah
Please tell me you’re okay. I’d die without you.
Emma sneers at her phone.
Under her breath, she answers out loud with words she’d never text him.
She doesn’t actually reply to the text messages.
Instead, careful to wipe down her prints as she goes…
She empties all the valuables from Noah’s drawers.
Because Margo was right — Noah would never leave his wife for her.
So now Emma is leaving him.
