Dinner to Die For (2025)

[bunniefuu]

[eerie music]

[tense orchestral music]

[suspenseful music]

[slow ambient music]

[peaceful orchestral music]

[timer ticking]

[phone ringing]

- [sighs] Brent, hi.

- Hannah.

How are things?

- Good, good.

I'm just about to pull

a loaf out the oven.

- Sounds delicious.

- Hopefully.

- Look, I just wanted to say

how much client loved

your latest photographs

for the website.

I mean, it's not easy

making processed cheese

look, you know, that good.

But I would love to see what you

can do with a shredded variety.

- Sure.

Thanks.

- You have a gift.

[chuckles]

- And so, while I'm still happy

to take stills,

I've just been wondering maybe

my talents are better used--

- Your cookbook proposal, yeah.

Hannah...

we had a look.

But, well, it's just we

feel it's missing that thing.

That certain je ne sais quoi.

- OK.

- You know, that--

that crowning piece

that takes something from good

to fan-f*cking-tastic!

Yeah?

- Brent, I've worked--

I've obsessed about this

for years.

- Hannah, it is a no for now.

But don't lose heart.

Our winter

deadline's coming up.

Could you get us the next draft

within the week?

- Brent, that's

really short notice.

Maybe I could--

[phone ringing]

- I've gotta--I gotta--

I--I--I got a call.

Hello. Brent.

- Brent.

- [whispers] Thanks, mate.

We'll work this out.

[Hannah sighs]

Go. It's Brent.

[computer chimes]

[smoke alarm beeping]

[bread thuds]

[suspenseful music]

- Evan.

- Hannah.

[tense music]

[siren wailing]

[tense piano music]

- Doomed love.

A relationship strangled.

Was this a horrific accident

or carefully planned

crime of retaliation?

Mr. Cunningham alerted

authorities about the stabbing

of his wife and friends.

However, traces of poison

have been found

on the victim's food.

Perhaps Cunningham has

always been rotten to the core.

I am Bongani Skosana,

and you're following the story

of the Rat Scratch k*ller.

Only on "m*rder*r's Catch."

- Oof.

Well, that was underwhelming.

- You're underwhelming.

- Ooh.

Gotta admit though,

it's not exactly original.

- Sure.

The execution is a bit sloppy.

But then it's not

about originality, is it?

It's about intention.

I'd say she had it coming.

- Isn't it, like, anti-feminist

to be against the victim?

Whatever.

- What, you don't think

women can be dicks, too?

- Oh, no.

They can definitely be dicks.

I have firsthand experience

with that.

- [scoffs]

- Yeah.

[silverware clicking]

- Oh, don't worry about that.

I'll put it in the dishwasher.

- If only Cunningham

had a dishwasher.

I also got to give

the dude credit.

I mean, he did invite

his lifelong friends over

for a dinner and then poisoned

them all right there.

Something clever about that.

- Mm-hmm.

- What's wrong?

- [sighs]

I'm just struggling a bit.

Work stuff.

- Your photo gig.

How's that going?

- Evan, it's not a gig.

I actually work there.

- Cool.

- Anyway,

I've been sending them

some ideas for my cookbook,

and they say that they like it,

but they think that

it's not good enough.

- Mm, I wouldn't worry

too much about that, Han.

There's lots of stuff out there

you can still try.

What I mean is, like,

do you remember when you tried

to take portraits for a living?

That didn't work out.

But you didn't throw away

your camera.

Instead, you found you

were just better at food

than you were with people.

And now look at you.

It's like what you were

saying about Cunningham.

It's about the intention,

not the execution.

Look, all I'm saying

is that your heart's

in the right place, OK?

Can't that be enough?

- Forget it.

It's getting late.

[soft dramatic music]

[insects chirping]

You're a good friend, Evan.

Till next time?

- I'll text you.

- Mm-hmm.

[suspenseful music]

[lens clicking]

[camera shutter clicks]

[echoing indistinct chatter]

[tense music]

[knock at door]

[knock at door]

Jeez, I'm coming.

[knock at door]

- Please open.

I'm gonna pee.

Finally.

- Oh.

- You wouldn't believe what

kind of morning I just had.

I come to my new place,

there's no water,

my spare key

broke inside the lock,

and I swear something

died in my front door

because the smell

is just, ugh, gross.

[Hannah sighs]

This is the third

door I've tried.

I really can't take it anymore.

I'm about to explode.

Oh, my God.

You're gorgeous, aren't you?

- Oh. [chuckles]

Um, listen--

- Hold that thought.

Can I please come inside

and use your restroom?

- Um--[sighs]

I don't know.

I'm--I'm kind of busy right now.

- Really?

Girl, we're neighbors.

I'm literally around the corner

on the right.

[Hannah sighs]

I'm in need, girl.

In need.

- Oh, OK, come inside.

- Thank you.

- Oh, no, downstairs.

Downstairs!

- Oh, oh.

Ooh, nice place.

[Hannah chuckles]

- Um, it's to the left

over there.

- Oh.

- Over there.

- Got it. Thanks!

[door closes]

[Hannah chuckles]

[toilet flushing]

Oh, so much better.

Hi, I'm Blaire.

- OK.

Right.

I'm Hannah.

- Hannah.

That's a beautiful name.

- Is there anything else

you need?

- [sighs]

I took one of these.

Sorry.

It's one more thing

that got lost in the move.

- Sure.

- Oh, OK.

- So those three trucks

yesterday, that was you?

Seems a lot for one person.

- Guilty.

I'm a fashion designer.

- I can see that.

- Yep.

Lots of clothes.

- Right.

Um, anything else?

- Actually, I see

you have a studio there.

You should take pictures

of my designs sometime.

- Oh--

- I'll pay you, of course.

- I take pictures

of food mostly.

- Oh, OK.

[tense music]

- You know what?

That sounds like fun.

Let's do that sometime.

- OK, cool.

Um, do you need my info,

handles?

- I think I know where

to find you.

Apartment 60.

- 60 indeed.

[chuckles]

[Hannah chuckles]

OK, cool.

- OK.

[Blaire chuckles]

[suspenseful music]

[timer ticking]

[tense musical crescendo]

[timer ringing]

[soft suspenseful music]

- Chapter 4,

my encounter with the hunter.

I know the hunter has found me,

my mysterious pursuer,

and still,

something was eerily familiar.

Underneath that mask,

our eyes driven with passion.

Was it lust?

Was it rage?

I barely had time to ponder

the answer before I felt--

[whirring]

[sizzling]

[phone buzzing]

- Hello?

- It was June 17th, 1982.

Hannah May was

in her apartment all alone.

- It's open.

[door opens]

You're late.

- Or so she thought.

Little did she know there was

a man inside her apartment

with ill intent.

- Oh, really?

- He carried with him the weight

of a day stressful

and a case of red rum,

red rum, red rum.

Well, it's more like

fermented grapes.

- OK.

You'd make a lousy k*ller,

but at least you have

good taste.

[soft upbeat jazz music]

- It's still hard to talk about,

seeing photos of the victims.

- Hey, phones off

during family time.

- Sorry, I'm just looking

for someone online.

- Someone?

- Yeah.

[indistinct chatter on TV]

[Hannah sighs]

- I was determined to find him.

This cycle must come to an end.

The next stop took me

back to the village.

- Is there more wine left?

- Mm, should be.

- But I knew that

there were details.

- Please.

You're such a good host.

- Fine.

- I checked everywhere.

I checked every suit,

every piece of furniture,

every piece of silverware,

every box in the attic.

Actually, nothing.

I was giving up hope.

It struck me--

- As his strength raised

me up from the ground,

I felt the heat from his breath

tickle my skin

as his thick, strong hands

held my soft neck.

- Hey, that's mine.

- I was just checking the time.

- It's going to make me think

twice about checking my mail.

- You're acting weird.

- I'm acting weird?

- Yeah.

- It's the first time

you haven't even been interested

in "m*rder*r's Catch."

I think you're acting weird.

- [sighs] I'm just bored

with this episode, I think.

Aren't you?

- Why don't we

do something else?

- What do you have in mind?

- Sit.

- What are you doing?

- Just relax.

It's just a game, OK?

Sit.

Good.

Close your eyes.

[chuckling]

Close your eyes.

[deep voice]

It was a dark winter's night.

The flicker of a single candle

is the only source of light.

- OK.

- The newspaper tells

of a mysterious k*ller.

- [laughing] Evan, what is this?

- [chuckling]

Relax. Jeez.

Relax.

[Hannah sighs]

Right.

k*ller on the loose.

He's just k*lled

his tenth victim.

- She.

- What?

- She's just k*lled

her 10th victim.

- OK.

She.

[soft suspenseful music]

Her weapon of choice...

- A chef's knife.

- OK, am I telling the story,

or are you?

- [chuckles] Sorry.

- Chef's, chef's.

[banging]

A young woman home alone.

And she maybe forgotten

to lock her door.

- Her name?

- Uh...

Lana--no.

Susana.

- Blaire.

- Blaire?

OK.

Blaire had forgotten

to lock her door.

And the Meat Mallet m*rder*r

could be heard

walking up the stairs.

She knew she should run,

but she couldn't.

She was utterly...

hopelessly...

helpless.

- Evan--

- And right before

that final blow...

- Mm.

- She looked up to see

the Meat Mallet m*rder*r...

- Evan--

- Right above her.

- Evan.

- Mallet in his hand

about to come down

and--

- I'd do it differently.

- Oh?

- Yeah.

You be Blaire.

Sit down.

- Wait, you want me to be--

OK.

OK, OK.

[clears throat]

So is Blaire like a--

is she like a naughty girl or--

- On the contrary.

[soft suspenseful music]

The Chef had never been caught.

She knew how to hide

in plain sight.

- OK, The Chef.

I like it.

- They were...friends?

Maybe more.

[soft suspenseful music]

She was invited to dinner.

[words echoing]

To dinner.

But the host

had a secret of her own.

The secret of her food.

Every bite,

every flavor,

Blaire was captivated

from her first bite to her last.

[words echoing]

To her last. To her last.

To her last.

Blinded by her desires.

[word echoing]

The best--

The best had yet to come.

[word echoing]

Had yet to come.

And as she leaned in

with a kiss...

- Uh, Hannah--[sighs]

You're--you're--

you're good at this.

Um, Hannah.

Hannah.

- So what do you think?

- It's a little real.

[chuckles]

You could have nicked me.

- Oh. I mean,

you seemed really into it.

- Well, I didn't know

how kinky you were until--

- I felt that--

- Evan, what the hell?

- Hey, look, if you don't want

anyone getting into your phone,

don't leave it lying

around without a password.

- What?

- Oh, come on.

You can't be angry with me.

At least I told you.

Look.

I feel bad and I said

I'm sorry, OK?

- No, it's fine.

Look, I'm sorry.

You just--it felt like you--

- No, it's OK.

- [scoffs] Right.

- I'm gonna--

I'm gonna get going.

- Yeah.

- I'll see you Monday

for another m*rder mystery?

- Sure.

- Yeah.

[tense music]

[door opens]

[door shuts]

[tense music]

[Hannah groans and sighs]

[knife clatters]

[knock at door]

- I bet you thought

you'd never see me again.

- What this time?

- As it turns out, your 60

neighbor needs your help again.

My showerhead's bust,

and I thought I'd use yours.

- And this?

- Oh, yeah.

This is payment with interest.

- [chuckles] Come inside.

[shower pattering]

[Blaire humming]

[water shuts off]

- Oh, my gosh,

that was so refreshing.

You are a literal lifesaver.

- Oh. [chuckles]

No problem.

- Well, it was nice

seeing you again.

- Is it too much

to ask for a coffee?

- Oh, sorry, I overstepped.

- No, no, no, not at all.

- I can get a bit ahead

of myself sometimes.

It's really nice to see you.

And thanks for today.

I appreciate it.

- Any time.

- See you around?

- OK.

Hey, um,

why don't you come by later,

and we can take those photos?

I'll leave the gear out.

I insist.

[pop music playing]

You look really pretty.

- Oh, thanks.

- Um, so I was wondering.

- Yeah?

- I have this recipe that

I really need to try out

for my new cookbook,

and I need an unbiased critic.

- You're a cookbook author?

That is seriously cool.

[chuckles]

- Well, I mean, not yet.

- That makes sense.

You got that whole chef-y look

to you.

- A what?

- I'm free tomorrow night.

Besides, I'll never

turn down good food,

and you're helping

me with this,

so count me in.

- Thanks.

One more time.

Let me just catch it.

One, two, three, go.

[upbeat synth pop music]

- [singer] It's been a while

I know I haven't been

a good friend to you

Oh, it's been a while

I held you

Maybe we can hit refresh

Wanna take a breath

Run it back

Searching high

and he's so electric

Run it back

To the beat

of the great unknown

Just pick it up,

'cause here we go

- Oh, you make me

look so beautiful.

[Hannah chuckles]

Oh, that's a hard job.

And now it's your turn.

- What?

- I have something for you.

- Oh, no, no.

- Yes.

- No, I stay on this side

of the lens.

I'm--

- This, beautiful.

Wow, look at that.

- Mm-hmm.

- OK, come on, give

me some more passion.

[both chuckle]

- Sorry, I don't know.

I just--can we just stop now?

- No, no, no.

Come on, come on.

Just trust me, OK?

We'll get this.

You got to focus more on your--

on your body

and less on your face.

Yeah.

Lean into your--that's it.

OK, so gotta also breathe.

[both chuckle]

May I?

- Yeah.

- OK.

Fill your lungs.

That's it.

[peaceful music]

That's it.

Now trust that

your leg will hold you.

There we go.

[camera shutter clicking]

There she goes.

Nice.

[laughs]

That's it.

[laughter]

Stunning. I love it.

It's beautiful.

- OK, but I mean,

honestly you're

just a better model than I am.

I mean.

- OK, I won't contest that.

[chuckles]

Let me show you how it's done.

- Yeah.

[slow dramatic music]

[camera shutter clicking]

[knock at door]

[Hannah gasps]

- Han.

Hey, it's unlocked.

- Hey.

Hi.

- Wow.

You look amazing.

[Hanna chuckles]

- Um--

- What's--what's going on here?

Is this a little crime scene

setup for tonight?

- This is--

this is my neighbor.

She moved in next door.

I'm so sorry.

I forgot about dinner tonight.

- Hi.

I'm Blaire.

- Blaire.

- Mm-hmm.

- Blaire.

Well, yeah.

Hannah's told me

a lot about you.

- Oh, really?

- Is this some kind of--

'cause I can really

get into this.

[fist thuds]

- Well, we were just

finishing up, right, Hannah?

And you'll send me the invoices

with the photos and all of that?

- Oh, yes.

Sure.

Oh, I've got--

- Keep it, please.

He's right.

You do look amazing.

[chuckles softly]

- Thanks.

Um, dinner tomorrow night?

- Oh, OK.

Sure.

That'd be nice.

It's--it's nice to meet you.

- You, too.

- Mm-hmm.

- Am I losing my touch?

She didn't even ask my name.

[door opens and closes]

What?

What was that about?

- One really should get to know

their victim, don't you think?

- So she is in on the game?

- What game?

- Right.

Actually,

I have a gift for you.

- I'll open it later.

[ticking]

No, Evan, that's

not for tonight.

- Doesn't even cut though.

- Yeah, no, it's a

baguette-style bread that's

really hard on the surface

and takes very long to make.

You have to, like,

wet it and heat it.

And if you don't

do this and just

put it straight in the oven,

it becomes very hard.

- So I can't eat it?

[soft suspenseful music]

Reconnaissance.

Right?

What you were doing earlier

with Blaire?

- Straight into it, huh?

I've been thinking about

the other night a lot.

- What is her vibe like?

What's her thing?

Is she--is she involved?

Is she kind of, like,

part of a kink community?

What--what's going on there?

- Blaire?

- Yeah.

- No, of course not.

- So she doesn't

know about this?

- Obviously not, Evan.

- Don't you think

that's a little strange?

- What m*rder*r warns

her victim beforehand?

- OK.

So I was thinking

the Chef's Knife k*ller needs

a partner in crime.

- What makes you think

she needs an accomplice?

- Oh, I just think that there's

a few holes in her approach.

- Holes?

- Mm-hmm.

- Like what?

- Like how she's gonna

get away with it.

What she's gonna do

with the m*rder weapon,

how she's gonna

get rid of the body.

Creating an alibi.

- OK.

So let's hear it,

Mr. Accomplice.

- Actually, they are more

like partners in this case.

The Chef's Knife k*ller

and Hollywood unite

for the ultimate k*ll.

- Hollywood?

- Hey, shut up, OK?

I am setting

the scene this time.

- Mm-hmm.

- [deep voice] They'd been

planning this k*ll for months,

and the Chef had spent the day

getting to know Blaire,

photographing her entirely,

every angle, every curve.

And she has a great a*s,

by the way.

[soft suspenseful music]

She gathered as much

info as she could

like her profession, which was--

- She's a fashion designer.

- OK, so she's full of herself.

- She's quite unassuming,

actually.

- It didn't matter to Hollywood

or to the Chef.

They knew they could

use her arrogance against her.

She would be

so focused on herself

that she could never

see what was coming.

But what did the Chef

see in Blaire?

And more importantly,

why didn't she tell her partner?

- Perhaps the Chef was

so used to working as a solo act

that she needed to know

that she could trust him.

- OK.

Maybe Hollywood first

needed to prove himself.

My proposal is

what we do after

the Chef's had a meal.

- Oh.

- I mean,

Hollywood's contribution

would be his focus.

His strength.

His body.

- You're talking about--

- Bodily disposal options,

of course.

- Of course.

- Yeah.

[Hannah chuckles

- Come on.

I'm just trying

to brainstorm here.

Get on board.

- How ever will we get away

with this, Mr. Hollywood?

- You're gonna

be thanking me later.

- If you say so.

- I'll get us started.

Woodchipper.

- Terrible idea.

It's so messy.

- Excuse you.

There are

no terrible ideas here.

- I disagree.

That is a terrible idea.

- OK.

Burning, then.

- Few cons come to mind.

- Such as?

- Bad smell.

Black smoke.

Difficult to hide

from the neighbors.

Plus the amount of fossil fuels

used to burn just one body

is absolutely ridiculous.

- I'm sorry, Hannah.

We're trying to figure out

how to dispose of a body.

Is the Chef really worried

about the environment?

- I'm a m*rder*r,

not a monster.

[pen thumps on table]

- Are you just gonna

sh**t down all my ideas,

or are you gonna

get on board at some point?

- OK, Mr. Hollywood.

What about burying them

in a forest?

- If movies have

taught us anything,

that is a terrible idea.

- Except I don't know if

you remember that documentary

that we watched where the k*ller

buried a body ten feet down

and then a dog

four feet above that.

- What kind of a monster

murders a dog?

- [whimpers]

- Yeah.

Humans disgust me.

- Yeah. Next.

- What if we reused a grave?

[tense music]

- Actually, that's--

that's really good.

It's effective,

it's environmentally conscious,

and there's a remote graveyard

just down the road from here.

You are gonna need some muscle,

though.

- I'd leave that

up to Hollywood.

- Through the adrenaline

of planning the perfect k*ll,

the Chef and Hollywood

were forming a bond.

A romance.

- Don't be ridiculous.

- Oh, she would deny it,

but he could see it.

It was there in the gleam

of her eyes,

the quiet passion.

[phone buzzing]

- It's the publishers.

Brent, hi.

- Hi.

Uh, I got your last submission.

And the book's not a write-off,

but it's just--

- Don't tell me that

it lacks passion, Brent.

- We need something

that shows us

the real you,

what makes you special,

a meal only you could make.

Look, I hate to be the one

to break this to you,

but we are looking

at another author.

- What?

- Hannah, we spoke--

- No just--

just give me until Friday.

- We have a deadline.

- Please.

[Brent sighs]

- OK, until Friday, OK?

But I'll be honest.

It needs to be something--

- It will.

I--[sighs] I'm going

to have something incredible.

[line clicks]

[soft suspenseful music]

- Are we gonna talk

about what just happened?

Hello.

[Evan scoffs]

You do this every time.

You string me along,

and then you leave me dry.

- No, that's not

what's happening.

- That's exactly

what's happening.

- I've always been honest.

Ev, you're the one

that's jumping to conclusions.

- I am the one who

is always coming over,

always putting up

with whatever it is

you want to make that night,

watching whatever

you want to watch.

I'm even playing

this childish game.

Don't you think I deserve

a little something in return?

- I'm sorry I gave you

the wrong impression.

- Don't--don't do that.

Don't pretend like

there's nothing there.

It's patronizing.

[Evan sighs]

[peaceful music]

- You know what?

You're right.

There is something between us.

It just might not

be what you think.

- Explain it to me.

- No, I can't.

Well, at least not yet.

And there's still

so much to do.

- You still wanna

play this game?

- It's not a game, Evan.

- Relax. You don't have

to get emotional, OK?

We're just playing.

We are just playing, right?

[soft suspenseful music]

[Evan scoffs]

No, you're--

you're not serious.



- Everything in my life...

everyone...

[tense somber music]

It's all so suffocating.

You all see me as

this banal waste of talent.

But I can do this.

I can do something special.

I can be someone special.

- OK, but Hannah,

this is not you.

You can't do that.

- And you know me so well.

- I do.

I do because I care about you.

I--I know what you need,

and it's not this.

You need someone

to care for you.

Someone who sees what I see.

- And what is it

that you see, Evan?

- That we'd be f*cking

great together.

You know...

I just poured

my heart out to you,

and you have nothing to say?

[tense music]

Let me make it easier for you.

Do you have feelings for me?

- Evan, I--

- Come on.

Just say it.

- If you really cared about me,

you would just hear me out

and you'd see why

I have to do this.

- No, no, no, no, no.

Well, this isn't funny anymore.

OK?

Stop ruining a good evening.

- Let's just sit down

and I'll explain.

- No, no, no, no, no, I--

I'm done.

I'm out.

- Evan.

- Why don't I just go over

to your girlfriend next door

and explain to her how you're

also playing her, too, then?

- Just--just take it easy.

- You f*cking--

- Why couldn't you just

be on my side, Hollywood?

[ominous music]

[tense orchestral music]

Sunlight peered

through the windows.

Finally, it had arrived.

The morning before the dinner.

[somber music]

- Hannah.

- Hollywood had

finally come to,

but he didn't know

if he had drank too much.

Last night was a blur.

- Stop.

What the hell is this?

f*ck.

Come on, come on.

[strains]

- Hey.

What's wrong?

- I just--I don't--I don't know

what's happening anymore.

Is--is this still a game?

Is this real?

I don't know.

- Maybe it's a real game.

- [nervous laugh] OK.

Um--[clears throat]

So, Chef--

- Mm-hmm?

- 'Twas the morning,

and Hollywood desperately,

hopelessly desired

the tranquility of a drink.

- I think Chef can oblige.

[Evan sighs]

Oh, come on.

You can't be serious.

- Chef doesn't know if she

can trust Hollywood just yet.

- [chuckles] Um...

what does Hollywood need

to do to regain her trust?

- Well,

we can continue

discussing the dinner.

- [sighs] OK, OK.

So this is about Blaire.

[Evan chuckles]

You still know

this is crazy though, right?

I mean, this is--

- Can I show you something?

What are your thoughts?

[tense music]

- Wow.

Very cool.

Um--[nervous chuckle]

It's bread.

[timer rings]

- [chuckles] Immaculate timing.

This is my own invention.

- Oh, I recognize that guy.

- Do you?

Tonight's gonna be the test.

And if I get this right--

[chuckles]

- Hannah, what are you doing?

- Well, I still need

a cover for my book,

and Brent suggests that I do

something that only I can make.

- OK, I think I see it now.

- What do you see?

- This is just

a cry for attention.

- Mmm.

- Hannah,

I have been always willing

to give you that attention, but

if you want to continue playing,

you have to admit

something first.

- What's that?

- Oh, I think you know.

- Enlighten me.

- You have feelings for me.

- I think

I'll open your gift now.

- Um, actually, you know what?

I wouldn't worry about that

because I think--

I was gonna return it

and it's just a--

it's--it's--

it's not relevant anymore.

f*ck.

- [gasps] Hollywood.

[Evan chuckles weakly]

- It's beautiful.

[sighs]

Maybe I'll use her

at dinner tonight.

- Don't you think that's gonna

be a little bit messy though?

- Evan, it's not like I'm

actually gonna cut her throat.

- Oh, thank f*ck.

- But if I did,

is that what this is for?

Or--what is this?

- It's a drop cloth

for the body, I guess.

- And this is the one

you went with?

- It's a f*cking beeswax

sustainable non-permeable top.

Hannah, what more

do you want from me?

- You know what?

It's sweet.

Thank you.

- Cool.

- Would you like

to see the menu?

[suspenseful music]

- Smells enticing.

- Mmm.

This is my starter.

Mmm.

- Mmm.

- It is a messy tomato soup

with chopped spring onions

marinated in a delicious broth.

- Well done.

[Hannah chuckles]

I'm sure it's great.

It's--I don't--

OK, OK, I'll try some.

- Too late.

- I'm so hungry.

- You'll be fine.

- Where did you even learn

to spike a drink like that?

- My ex-boyfriend, actually.

- When you say ex,

you mean like he's not

in the picture, right?

What's in that one?

- This chicken curry

with basmati rice,

this is my main course,

and I've made something special

on the side.

Allow me to present.

- Oh, my God.

Poppadoms.

[tense music]

Oh, my God.

God, that's good.

Mmm.

- Personally,

I kind of still prefer baking.

Which leads me to--

- Dessert, right?

- Something like that.

- You know, I--

I could lay the table.

I could do the dishes.

Anything you need.

- Oh, Evan.

You've already done so much.

I could never have

done this alone.

So...

what do you think?

- What do I think?

- Mm.

What?

- [chuckling]

You know what I think?

- [chuckling] Tell me.

- I--I don't see it,

all right?

I--I don't see a k*ller.

Is that what you're wearing?

- [scoffs] What do you mean?

- I mean, if you were gonna try

and impress me, then--

I mean Blaire--

if you were gonna try

and impress Blaire,

then don't you think

you'd entice her

with a little bit

more than this?

- Hold on.

One minute.

[suspenseful music]

So I was thinking--

- Mm-hmm.

- People are more vulnerable

when they're aroused, right?

- I am--

definitely agree with that.

- And Blaire,

she obviously likes me.

- [clears throat]

What--what's not to like?

[Evan sighs]

- What do you think?

- Oh, many things.

Are we doing this?

Is this--this real?

- Thanks for believing in me,

Hollywood.

- I mean it--

I mean us.

We doing this?

- Do you wanna see where

you're gonna be stationed?

[tense music]

Are you gonna cooperate, or am

I gonna need to persuade you?

- OK, that's quite tight.

Impressive, really.

[soft suspenseful music]

- All right.

Everything is all set.

Oh, one more thing.

- What's--what's that now?

- Oh, can't have you

making any noise, can I?

- Uh, there's no need for that.

- No, you'll be able

to hear everything.

- No, I'm OK.

I said I won't say--

no, no, no, I don't want--mm-mm.

Mm-mm.

- Work with me, Hollywood.

- [muffled speech]

- Don't give me that look.

- [muffled speech]

- If you blow this

and we get caught,

you're an accomplice, remember?

It's best that I handle

everything from here on out.

OK?

- [muffled speech]

[muffled speech]

[muffled speech]

[suspenseful music]

[peaceful music]

[footsteps]

- Hello.

- Hi.

- Don't I owe you

the housewarming gift.

- Well, I noticed that you like

your houseplants, so I had to.

- Thank you.

- Cool.

- After you.

- Oh, my God, Hannah,

it looks amazing.

- It's too much, isn't it?

- It's perfect.

- Can I get you a drink?

- Oh, yes, please.

It's been such

a stressful week.

- [chuckles] Something red?

- Definitely red.

[classical piano music playing]

[both chuckle]

- Um, I'm really proud of this.

I'm hoping to use it

for my cookbook cover,

so that's why I've

got the camera set up.

- Oh.

- Mm.

- You finished your book?

Hannah, that's--

that's amazing.

- Well, I mean, let's see.

The publishers are still

giving me hell for it,

but I feel like

I found the missing piece.

- Which is?

- It's a surprise.

- I love it.

But where--where do you go?

- Oh, no.

Um--[laughs]

I'm just gonna let the work

speak for itself so--

- But, of course,

the food looks amazing,

but don't you think people

want to see who the Chef is?

- Um, oh.

Um, you left in such

a hurry yesterday,

I didn't get a chance

to show you the pictures.

- Oh, my gosh.

- You want to see them?

- Yes, please.

Oh, wow.

I'm hot.

[laughter]

I mean, it's obviously

your mad skills, too.

- No, you look amazing.

I'd buy these dresses any day.

- Oh, look at that one.

- Mm.

- Look at that one.

- Do you wanna

see my favorites?

- OK.

Oh, my God.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

That's terrible.

- What?

- No.

- Blaire!

- No, no, no.

I--I like this one.

- OK, yeah. No,

you look stunning in this one.

[laughter]

[indistinct chatter]

[laughter]

- Oh, my God.

[classical music playing]

[laughter]

- That can't be right.

- No, honestly,

if I wasn't there,

he would have choked to death.

- Oh, lucky him.

- I mean, he's no longer

with us, but, yeah.

- Oh, I'm so sorry to hear that.

- No. No, no, please.

He was toxic and horrible.

Look, it's fine.

- So what happened to him?

- He's--pfft.

Rotting for all I care.

- Reminds me of one of my exes.

- Oh, yeah?

- It started out so well

and then--

forget it.

It's fine.

- No, I mean,

you don't have to share.

The past is the past.

I never look back.

- Well, I try to learn

from each relationship.

Thought she was a keeper,

you know?

[loud thump and glass rattling]

- [groans]

Oh, my god.

[muffled speech]

- But at some point, I had

to come to terms with the fact

that the relationship

was weighing on me.

I just kept trying

to work on it, but it just--

it felt, um--

uh--

- Suffocating.

- Yeah.

[wall thumps]

But, you know,

then I learned the importance

of boundaries and expressing

your needs and all of that.

[wall thumps]

And if the needs aren't met,

then--

[wall thumps]

[glass shatters]

[tense musical crescendo]

- Oh, sh*t.

- Oh, my God.

You know what--

do you have a first aid kit?

- Um, yes, it's in the--the--

the third--third drawer.

The cupboard, next cupboard.

- OK.

[tense music]

What were you doing?

- I--must have slipped

or something.

- Oh, my gosh.

You're such an idiot.

Well, luckily,

it's not that deep.

- Thanks.

- Just push it in there.

- Oof.

- OK.

- Thanks.

- Wow.

Ooh, ooh. [sighs]

- Are you OK?

- Yeah, I just get a bit woozy

at the sight of blood.

- Oh.

- Yeah.

[clears throat]

So where were we?

- I think we were

talking about our exes?

- [chuckles] Oh, God.

Um...

Are you seeing anyone?

- Not at the moment, no.

- What about that guy who

came by yesterday?

- Evan?

I mean, you saw him, right?

- Well, I saw the way he looked

at you like a piece of meat.

- He's just a friend.

Actually, a friend

might be a strong word.

He is completely

obsessed with me.

He won't leave me alone.

He's kind of like a stray cat

that just shows up at my door.

- So why do you

put up with him?

- Oddly,

he's a really good motivator.

- So you're single then?

- [chuckles] I am.

What?

- There's something

on your face.

- I get it?

- No.

Let me help you.

I'm sorry.

- No, it's perfectly OK.

[classical piano music playing]

Um--

[laughter]

Ew.

[laughter]

- I'm sorry, not sorry.

- There wasn't anything

in my face, was there?

- No.

- Blaire!

[laughter]

- [sighs] Oof.

Do you have a number

for a midwife?

Because the food baby

coming along real quick.

- Oh.

Why don't you just

take your pants off?

- Oh, you'd like that,

wouldn't you?

- I mean, I wouldn't object.

- [laughs]

Oh.

- Wow, OK.

- Oh, that's so much better.

- Yeah, no, get--get--

get comfortable.

- Mm.

- [chuckles]

More wine?

- Yeah. Sure.

Why not?

[classical piano music playing]

[tense music]

[Evan panting]

[tense music]

[Evan panting]

[suspenseful orchestral music]

- Hey.

- [chuckling] I--I have, um--

I've never met anyone like you,

Blaire.

[banging]

Uh--[chuckles]

I don't want to--

I-I-I don't mean to--

[soft suspenseful music]

I--I just--

When people get too close

to me, I cut them off.

- Listen.

[chuckles]

Nothing has to happen.

[soft dramatic music]

We don't have

to force anything, OK?

We can--we can take a step back

if that's what you want.

- Sorry. [chuckles]

Oh, this is not how I thought

this night was gonna go.

Um--

I feel really bad because

you've already drunk the wine.

[ethereal whooshing]

So I'm gonna have

to deal with that.

[soft suspenseful music]

That's fine.

I'll figure it out.

Dessert.

Would you like some dessert

in the meantime?

- Oh, listen, I could get going.

- No. Nonsense, nonsense.

I still need you to see

this dinner through.

- Yes, yes.

- If you're still up for that.

- Mm, yeah.

[yawns] I'm still--

still woozy from

seeing all that blood, actually.

Wow.

Looks amazing.

- I didn't ruin the evening,

did I?

- Oh, no, no, no,

no, no, no, no.

Dinner was great.

It was really amazing.

And if your book is anything

as good as this,

it's gonna be something

really special.

- Are you gonna--

sorry, um--[sighs]

Do you--

[fork clatters]

- Hannah, don't!

[soft suspenseful music]

- Oh, my god.

- Evan.

- Just--

Did you f*cking--

thought I was gonna go to jail.

- Calm down.

I just spiked her drink.

- [whispering]

It's not a joke.

Oh, f*ck.

- Hey.

- Mm?

- Come here.

[both speaking indistinctly]

- OK.

[tense music]

- She'll wake up tomorrow

thinking that

she drank too much.

- You did to her what you did--

You're psycho.

You're a f*cking psycho.

What--what, you--you get

off from embarrassing me now?

Is that your latest kink?

- No.

- No, you locked me in a room.

You--you speak sh*t about me

and then when you're done

having your fun, you just--

you what, you knock her out?

- Do you mind?

I have to go

and take this picture.

- Don't f*cking speak

about that f*cking cookbook!

I need some clarity about us!

- Evan, don't do this.

OK?

I know how this ends.

Listen.

You're right.

There's always been something

between us.

Just--I've just been

scared to admit it.

- Hannah.

- What if we just...

slowed down

and took a step back?

We could just--

- I-I'm not going anywhere.

- Evan--

- No.

I'm not going anywhere.

Sorry.

I really am sorry.

- You are?

- Yes.

I'm not...

making you feel like

you're enough.

'Cause you are.

I don't care if you're complete

or successful.

I'll have you as you are.

I love you, Hannah.

And you'll always

be good enough for me.

Now say it back.

[soft suspenseful music]

- [whispering] And everything

had finally gone to plan.

Hollywood and Chef...

were alive.

[slow orchestral music]

- [gagging]

- [wheezing]

- The final ingredient

to our love story...

[whispering]

An ultimate display of passion.

- [gasping]

[soft orchestral music]

[soaring orchestral music]

[Hannah inhales deeply]

[Hannah exhales deeply]

[modern tense orchestral music]

[soft suspenseful music]

[slow orchestral music]