The Evil Twin

UPLOADED AND EDITED BY ISMAIL DUSTIN EL MRINI DUSTIN.ISMAIL

You know I would never hurt you.

Okay? Since the day that I met you,

I know that we belonged together.

But sometimes you just push my buttons, Emily.

It's like you're trying to make me angry.

Just move out of the way, Jared.

Now. I want to go.

No, no.

Not until you accept my apology.

I can't stand this tension between us.

Why won't you just talk to me?

Let me go, Jared.

- No! -

Tell me that you love me! Tell me that you forgive me.

You're hurting me!

Okay.

You never get to touch me again.

It's the middle of the night.

Where do you think you're going to go? Wait.

Emily!

Emily!

Stop with your games, Emily.

You know I hate being played with.

Emily?

Emily, I'm here.

Emily? Oh, my God. What did he do to you?

Hi, Lenah.

Sorry it's so late.

I didn't know what else to--

Sweetie, it's okay.

Let's get you out of here.

Okay.

Lenah: I can't believe that bastard hit you.

I always knew he was trouble.

The signs were always there.

I just didn't want to admit it.

You can stay here as long as you need.

My mom is not doing well,

and I have to go be with her for a while.

So, that leaves this little beauty all empty,

and no one to run the shop.

The antique store?

I always loved that place.

Best hide-and-seek spot ever.

Only if you're interested.

It just feels so strange being back in Mill County.

It's been 10 years.

Honey, the city isn't working for you.

It's time for a new beginning.

Let's go.

It's been a long night, and you must be exhausted.

Lenah: I should warn you,

the shop may feel a little overwhelming at first.

It's gotten even messier since we were kids,

if you can believe that.

My mom could always find treasure in any trash.

Plenty of opportunity to put those woodworking skills

of yours to use.

Woman in shop: Oh, my God.

What was that about?

Making friends already, I see. Come on.

Emily: Oh, my God. It hasn't changed a bit.

Nope. The rest of the world is turning into one big strip mall

while we stand frozen in time.

I know it all looks like junk from someone's attic,

but there's a lot of potential in here.

It just needs a little love.

I'm sorry I can't stay long.

I got to start packing. I'm heading to my mom's tomorrow.

If I leave you the keys,

do you think you could lock up later?

Oh, sure. That's no problem.

Well, I for one am glad you decided

to give this place another chance.

It will be so nice having you close.

Oh, and speaking of antiques,

I got one more thing to show you.

It's yours for as long as you need it.

As long as you can get it started.

- What? -

My God.

Whoa!

It's your new baby.

- Lenah-- -

What did I ever do to you, Linda Carmichael?

Jared...

...is that you?

Hot chocolate with a sprig of mint,

just the way you like it.

You sure you saw Jared?

I don't know. It was dark. It looked like Jared's truck,

but I can't be sure.

I thought you filed a restraining order.

I did.

The day after.

Well, then, we need to call the police

and let them know he's stalking you.

I don't know. I can't be sure.

Not enough to call it in.

Maybe I'm just imagining things.

I haven't been sleeping all that great.

I'm here.

I know.

I got those things you asked for.

A few dresses, photo albums.

And you're sure you didn't see Jared?

He didn't follow you back, or--

No one followed me, sweetie. You're safe here.

I promise.

Thank you

so much, Lenah, for everything.

Should I change my plans?

Find someone else to take care of my mom for a while?

I don't feel right leaving you all alone.

I will be fine. Go.

Be with your mom.

Give her a big hug for me.

Lenah: Call me.

I will.

- Every day. - Okay.

Jared, you petty, petty man.

You got a lot of nerve showing your face around here.

I'm sorry. Have we met before?

You can change your hairdo any way you like.

I know exactly who you are.

You disgust me.

I see you like the classics.

I do, but not as much as my daughter.

She's a huge Jane Austen fan.

She's reading Pride and Prejudice right now,

and I think she'd love a desk like this.

Something like her heroines used back in the day.

- How old is your daughter? - Nine.

You think this would be too big for her?

Maybe a little big right now, but she'd grow into it fast.

They built this furniture to last a lifetime back then.

Okay. I'm sold.

Great.

By the way, I'm David.

Emily. Nice to meet you.

Actually, I think you're

the first person I've properly met

since I moved back here.

Well, thank you, Emily,

and welcome back to the neighborhood.

So, I don't really have any way of getting this home.

Is there any chance you deliver?

I will give it a fresh polish overnight

and deliver it myself tomorrow.

- You don't mind? - Oh, no.

As you can see, I've got plenty of time.

So, this might seem a bit forward.

I don't do this sort of thing.

But when you bring the desk,

maybe you might want to stay for dinner?

I just figured

being new to town, you might enjoy a home-cooked meal.

And I know it can be tough to meet people.

Um, can I think about it?

I'm just still sort of getting situated.

Of course. You can drop it off and decide then.

No pressure.

Okay.

Okay.

Warned me? About what?

Ugh.

I warned you, Charlotte.

I gave you a chance to leave town,

but you didn't listen.

So, I'm going to tell you one last time.

Who are you?

Why are you doing this?

Leave town. Never come back. Or so help me,

I'll kill you myself.

[seat belt clicking into receptacle]

Now, is there anything else you can tell me about the driver?

I don't know.

I hit my head. I was seeing stars.

Now, the attacker claimed he knew you?

He called me Charlotte.