Housemaid, The (2025)

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Hi Millie!

- Hi, Mrs. Winchester.

So nice to meet you.

Please call me Nina.

I've got some tea for us

and charcuterie board.

Is it too early for meat and cheese?

You know that's what they have

for breakfast in Europe.

Wow.

Um, you're just, this is

I'm just gonna say that you might be

overquaified for this job with all this

experience and the colleage degree.

No, I know.

I just realized I really enjoyed

being a housemaid.

- You do?

For the right families.

Of course.

Okay.

What brought you back to New York?

I missed it.

Well, I really love New England,

but I missed being in the City.

But you know this is a living

position, right?

I mentioned that in the ad.

- Oh, no. Oh, no. Of course, yes.

Oh God. Okay.

I miss being near, not actually in

the city. It's a little crazy.

Yes. I fully agree with you.

Okay, so the job is mainly

organizing, cleaning.

Light cooking if you're up

for that.

Oh, absolutely. I love to cook.

- Amazing.

And you will be helping me with

my daughter. She is Cecilia, Sissy.

She is seven years old.

And, well, she's amazing.

I can't wait to meet her.

Oh, good.

Okay. Would you like a grand tour

so you can see what you're getting into?

Sure.

And the kitchen.

My husband Andrew designed

the entire house.

He's an architect?

No, he's in tech. But he pays

incredible attention to every detail.

These steps are kinda nuts, I know.

Andrew says I'm totally gonna

k*ll myself up here one day on these.

I'm such a klutz.

I just have to draw my chalk

at the bottom and get it over with.

So there is another set of stairs

on the other side of the house

that are less Guggenheimy,

if you're into that.

It's basically Andrew's man cave,

but you're welcome to use it

anytime you want, of course.

You'll be part of the family, which

also means you'll definitely have to

listen to his talk of how Barry Lyndon

is a misunderstood masterpiece.

This is the upper living room

which we barely ever use, to be honest.

Are you sure you need a housekeeper?

Well, actually I'm expecting.

So I won't have so much time

to keep everything so perfect.

But don't tell Andrew because it's too

early and I want to be sure, you know,

before I tell him.

- Yes, congrats.

Thank you.

This is Sissy's room.

Andrew even made a miniature

version of our house for her.

Isn't that sweet?

So, the laundry room

is in the basement.

And that would be your bathroom

and you would be upstairs.

You'll think it's a little bit small

but it's all about privacy,

and we thought that was

the most important thing.

Lots of light though.

Ta-da!

You can make it your own,

of course - you can hang posters

and bring in potted plants.

You can blast your music as

loud as you want because

we cannot hear you downstairs.

What do you think?

It's perfect.

Okay, good.

Well, I'm still interviewing, but

I'm hoping to make a decision soon.

Here you go.

Oh no, you don't have to.

- Oh no, I insist.

You spent your energy and time and

your gas money to be here. Please.

I appreciate it.

I have a really good

feeling about this, Millie.

I do.

Me too.

OK, I'll be in touch.

She won't be in touch.

That's the last time I'll ever

set foot in that house.

One background check and she'll see that

everything on this resume is a total lie.

I don't even wear glasses.

Just trying to look legid.

It's so stupid.

Can I get a job application?

I knew she wouldn't call.

Why did I even think I

had a shot at that job?

At least I got $20 out of it.

I don't know what I'm gonna do.

Roll down.

You can't sleep here.

I'm so sorry. I was driving to

my mom's house. I'm not really sleeping.

I pulled over to take a nap.

I'm sorry.

This is her actually. Can I pick up?

She's probably freaking out.

Don't text and drive.

I won't, I promise.

Hello.

-Hi, may I speak to Millie?

Um, this is her.

This is Nina Winchester.

I'm calling to offer you the job.

I mean if you're still available,

you probably got a million offers.

No, um, yes, yes, I would love to.

When would you like me to start?

Oh, my goodness.

As soon as possible?

Well, what about this afternoon?

You know what?

That would be great.

Great.

- Anyway, I gotta run. Bye, Millie.

Hey, I'm Millie.

Do you work for the Winchesters?

I'm trying to get in but

I don't know the code.

Nina?

Nina, it's Millie.

Nina?

Milly? Milly, Milly, Milly!

Welcome, hi.

Sorry, I meant to

leave the gate open.

Do you need me to help you

with the stuff from your car?

Oh no, this is it.

Great. Yeah.

Wow.

Yes, the rest is in a storage unit.

-Okay, great.

I'll put these up in your room.

Listen, I need to write a PTA speech

that has to be a good one.

So I'll stay in my office,

but the cleaning supplies

are in that closet over there.

And, oh, you're not

wearing your glasses.

Oh, I don't wear them all the time.

Contacts.

Oh.

Yes, you look better without them.

Yeah, okay.

I'll be upstairs.

It's gonna be fun, Millie!

No shoes on the furniture.

Hi.

You must be Sissy.

I'm Millie.

Hello.

Oh hi, you've met Millie.

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Hi, baby.

Millie will be living with

us and helping

with the cooking and cleaning.

And you know what?

She might even play Candyland

with you, if you ask her.

She will live with us?

Yes, Andrew, I told you that.

I said she'd be living

in the guest room in the attic.

Doesn't this place look incredible?

Look at it.

Well, Milly, welcome.

Thank you.

Are you hungry? I'm sure

dinner will be enough for four.

No, I'll just go upstairs

and get all settled in.

Are you sure?

If you don't mind. I'll just come down

afterwards and tidy up.

Yes, get settled.

Take your time.

We are so happy you are here.

Just come down

if you change your mind.

Okay.

You ordered from the

wrong Italian place again.

Knock-knock.

Hey. That window

doesn't open, sadly.

But there's a lot of ventilation

in this room, so you won't be stuffy here.

I got you some dinner.

Andrew always over-orders.

I put some water in the

mini fridge. Did you see that?

I really don't wanna be a pain,

but if it's possible to try

and get the window open -

it would be nice to get

some fresh air in here.

Yeah, I agree.

That's a great idea.

I'll talk to the handyman about it.

- Great.

Is that the guy that's

down in the yard?

No, that's Enzo.

He's the groundskeeper. Never mind him.

And then if I can just get a key

for that dead bolt.

- Oh, my god, yes.

The dead bolt.

That's so creepy.

This used to be Andrew's

storage closet for his files.

Okay?

But, oh my God.

Closed window.

Dead bolt.

What kind of monsters are we?

I will sort that.

Oh, before I forget.

This is for you.

A present.

I saw that your phone

is just... Really ancient.

And I wanted you to have that, because

I uploaded the credit card onto it,

so you can use it at the

grocery store and for gas.

I'll take good care of it.

Thank you.

Honestly, I'm so happy

that you are here with us.

Thanks.

Can I give you a hug?

Ah, Millie.

Thank you.

Okay. Let me know if

you need anything else.

-Nina! - Where are they?

- Where are what?

My PTA notes for the meeting tonight,

they were right here on the counter

and now they are not. Where are they?

- I didn't seen any notes.

Bullshit!

Where are they?!

Nina, I don't know.

-Hey!

What's going on?

Millie threw away my notes

for my meeting tonight!

Where are they?

Nina, why don't we go check

in your office?

I have to get up and do a speech

in front of everybody,

and now I have nothing.

Do you have a copy

on your computer?

I wrote them by hand.

Oh, f*ck!

Take a deep breath.

Breathe. Breathe.

Here's the plan. I will

take Sissy to school.

And you'll take a hot shower,

you'll have a nice, long breakfast

and then you'll have

all day to work on your speech

and you could still make it to

the salon for a touch-up.

You'll have just enough time

to get your roots done.

I love you so much.

I love you.

You need to be

more careful next time.

You ruined my entire day.

I'm sorry.

I am so sorry.

Don't worry about it. I don't know

what's been going on with her lately.

She's... She's been on a real

emotional roller coaster.

It's probably the home.

Mercury is retrograde.

I didn't take you for

the star chart type.

Oh, you too.

Let me help you clean up.

No, no, no. I got this,

you go get ready.

I don't want you

to be late with Sissy.

Thank you.

Tomorrow will be better.

It will be better. I promise.

Okay.

Yeah.

Sissy!

Let's hit the road!

What are you doing here?

I work here.

What are you doing here?

You...

I don't fit in very well with

these other PTA moms.

I guess I didn't realize

how stressed it's been.

It's probably just all those

new hormones making you crazy.

I wouldn't say anything to Andrew.

- Get out.

I have to shower. And you're

gonna handle dinner later.

Yeah.

This smells amazing.

Chicken Pikata.

I got this for Sissy.

Oh, these are fantastic.

She will love these.

Someone didn't get a snack today

and she's a very hungry little ballerina.

Why don't you get started?

I'll be right back down.

Hey, Sissy.

How was class?

Would you like juice or water?

Juice.

But this glass was dirty.

Really? I just took it

out of the dishwasher.

Juice is a privilege, not something

you drink out of a dirty glass.

Of course not.

This looks amazing.

Right, Sissy? Way better

than dinosaur nuggets.

Hey Millie, why don't you

grab a chair and join us?

No, I already ate.

- Oh, we insist.

Don't we, Sissy?

I hope you guys like it.

Come in.

Hey.

Hey.

-Sorry to bother you.

I got something for you.

Sissy insisted.

She is so sweet.

No, no, no, no, no.

Absolutely f*cking not.

I want you to feel safe here.

I do.

For your door, as requested.

Thanks.

How was last night with Andrew?

Good.

I made chicken picata.

He's a dream, isn't he?

He pretends to like everything I

make, even if he hates it.

That's a lot of bacon, Millie.

You're trying to k*ll us.

Where are you going?

I have Saturday off.

Isn't that what we agreed?

No, I can't spare you today.

I missed my hair-salon appointment

because you threw away my notes.

Remember?

I have a meeting that I can't miss.

You have a meeting?

What's the meeting for?

If I can just have a couple of

hours off and I'll come back.

- Millie, absolutely not.

Baby.

- I can't have you...

It's okay, she can go.

But Andy, it's your day off.

I know, that's exactly why

we're gonna go to the park.

Fly this kite.

We'll be eating donuts,

flying kites

and then we're doing ballet.

Go, take your time.

Bye, momma.

Bye, baby.

Have fun.

Thanks.

Hey, how are you doing?

I'm good.

Still writing in your journal?

Yes, do you wanna read it?

God, no. I have enough

sh*t to read as it is.

So you left the job at Charlie's?

Well, this housekeeping job

just fell onto my lap.

And it's living, so I'm

saving a fortune on rent.

Okay, that's good.

I have my new address here

and phone number.

The family is really amazing.

I feel lucky.

Must make meeting new people

a little tough now

having to live with the family.

You'd think that, right?

But I've already met

a ton of really cool nannies.

Any mannies in there?

Are you asking me about

my love life, Pam?

If I know how Tinder works or

if I am horn-dogging all over town

because I haven't got laid

in ten years?

No. I'm just saying

human connections are important.

Definitely.

But hold on to this job, Millie.

And the living situation.

You'll need both or you'll be

back to Bedford, serving

the five years left

of your sentence.

And I wouldn't like that for you.

I wouldn't like that for me either.

-Hi, Nina. I just...

-I need you to take Sissy from ballet class.

At 13.45.

And don't be late.

Uh, okay... Where is it?

Nina?

Ballet school.

Ballet class.

f*ck.

To the right.

And squat. And open.

To the left. Foot behind you.

Excellent.

And loose to first.

Fabulous. Thank you.

Let's go get our bags and shoes.

Great job.

Hi, who are you looking for?

Um... Sissy?

Cecilia Winchester.

Are you Nina's new girl?

Yes. Hi, I'm Millie.

Hi.

Hi.

Sissy, hi.

I'm here to pick you up.

I'm spending the night at Emma's.

- We arranged it weeks ago.

She has all her things.

- Oh, no, no. Nina just called

and asked me to pick her up,

so she probably changed her mind.

-Oh.

OK, let me check.

Nina.

Hi, it's Patrice.

Your girl is here. She insists

she needs to take up Sissy.

I know.

Yes, I know.

No problem at all. It's impossible

to find reliable help.

Well, would you like to confirm?

Have fun.

We figured it out.

Okay, take care, bye.

Well, they really are beautiful.

So happy we'll be able to

use them, Mother Winchester.

Well, the pattern is vintage, of course.

Millie.

I told you Sissy was

having a sleepover tonight.

There was no need to make a scene.

This is how you allow the help

to dress in your home?

This is Andrew's mother, Mrs Winchester.

She's downsizing,

so she has brought us her mother's china.

Yes.

Isn't it lovely?

Isn't it?

Yes.

- I know.

Andrew loves these dishes.

I want you to put them

somewhere safe,

because Nina might trip over

and smash them all to pieces.

Guilty as charged.

Andrew!

Mother.

-Oh, Andrew, where's your tie?

I know, I'm too casual.

I'm sorry.

-Your hair is fabulous.

-Oh, thank you, darling.

-Not a root inside.

-Is that what I think it is? - Yes.

- I can't wait to eat out of these plates.

Family heirloom.

So happy it's back.

-Me too.

This f*cking window.

Ah, "Family Feud".

I'm so sorry.

I... I couldn't sleep.

- No, please. Sit, please.

Come on.

Please.

I love this show.

Me too.

I've only seen Steve Harvey One.

-Really? -Yes.

- Oh, this is classic.

This is Richard Dawson.

Fashion icon.

An OG.

Yes.

He has spectacular sideburns.

- He sure does.

Man, my family

would have k*lled

on that show.

They are absolute vultures.

Especially my mother.

What about you?

Do your parents like games?

We don't really keep in touch anymore.

I'm sorry.

It's gotta be hard.

No, not really, no.

Even if we were, they probably

wouldn't be into this.

They're like the opposite of fun.

I'll tell you what.

You can be on our team.

We'd be me and you and Nina and my mom.

- What about Nina's parents?

They died when she was a kid.

- That's awful. - Yeah.

It's a crazy story actually.

They died in a house fire.

No one knows how it started.

Nina made it out, but they didn't.

For a long time, the police

actually thought that she...

Can you imagine? Living with that

your entire life.

It would be terrible.

What would be terrible?

There she is.

Hey.

What are you doing up?

What do you mean?

I can ask you the same.

I'm watching Family Feud.

-At 2 a.m.?

-Wanna get on this? Some Dawson?

Wanna get some Dawson on you?

No, I'm good.

Baby, it's 2 a.m.

Okay.

I'm going to bed.

Let me know how it ends.

All right.

Good night.

I'll be right up.

Okay.

Um... It's late. I should

probably get some sleep.

This isn't working.

What?

-This isn't working.

So you'll have to pack up

and leave first thing in he morning

before Sissy wakes up

so she doesn't get upset.

No, Nina.

I didn't think anyone else

would be down there.

You told me I could use the room.

- I'll need the phone back as well.

- Please, Nina.

I'll do anything to make it

up to you. I promise.

Can you just give me one more chance?

Fine.

One week.

Okay.

But you will have to dress appropriately

around the house from now on.

Yeah, of course.

I'm sorry.

Oh, Millie?

Stay the f*ck away from my husband.

So my nanny keeps going on and on

about her dead dog.

And I don't mean to be NTC,

but since when did I become

an animal grief counselor?

Meanwhile Emma is late for school.

I'm missing yoga.

You know what yoga means to me.

It's everything.

That's so unfortunate.

Thank you.

Well, we'll be looking

for a nanny soon.

-Oh my God, Nina, you're

pregnant! I knew it!

No, no...

Not yet. We are making a plan.

We've been going to see

this incredible fertility

specialist in the city.

Good. -Andrew insists on

sparing no expense.

Of course.

That's wonderful.

We'll find you the most fantastic

nanny, I promise. Absolutely.

Sissy's pediatrician.

I'll be right back.

O.

Pour more tea.

Oh my God, I'm so sorry.

I really thought she was pregnant.

We all did. I mean,

have you seen her skin?

Yeah, and how about those roots?

Oh my God. You'd think she'd take

better care of herself, for Andrew.

He is so f*cking hot.

- Yes. And especially because

they have an heir tied prenup.

Okay, you know that she didn't

have a dime when they got married.

She'll be sleeping on the street

if she doesn't get her sh*t together.

And Sissy, would he get custody?

Of course, after what she did.

How many months did she spend

in that awful psych ward?

- Nine. Nine? - Nine.

Nine months.

I mean, Lord, I don't know how

he puts up with her.

- Because he is a saint.

He is a hot saint.

Hot saint Andrew.

Oh my God.

What did I miss?

Oh, we are just talking

spring fundraiser.

Please save us with a theme idea.

Stop lurking.

Those women were right about one thing.

Andrew is definitely a

saint for standing by Nina.

I can't believe she lied

about being pregnant.

Everything she told me was a lie.

It wasn't the hormones

making her crazy.

She actually is crazy.

Poor Andrew.

As soon as I save up enough

money, I'm out of here.

Today wasn't a total disaster.

Uh, thank you.

I'll need you to watch Sissy

next Saturday. Andrew and I

have an appointment in the city.

And I know it's your day off,

but I trust it won't be a problem.

We'll have fun.

Good.

"Haloperidol".

Acute f*cking psychosis.

Hey Lexi, it's Millie.

Listen, I really need to make

some extra money

so I can quit this job.

Do you think you

could ask your cousin

if I could get a job

at the warehouse?

I'll do anything. I'll clean,

stack boxes, scrub toilets.

I just really need

to get out of here.

You're leaving?

What?

No, no, no.

I'll make you lunch.

What are you in a mood for?

A Bologna sandwich.

Okay.

But... You said you need to get out

of this place, on the phone, just now.

No, you misheard me.

One Bologna sandwich coming right up.

So how was... how

was school this week?

Did you learn anything

fun or interesting?

It's school. It's

not fun or interesting.

What about boys?

Got any crushes?

Eww, no! How would you

even ask me that?

I'm just trying to talk to you.

Forget it.

I'm not hungry anyway.

You don't have to be my

friend, you know.

It's not part of your job.

Well, I'd like to be.

Why?

'Cause I like you.

No, you don't.

Do you want juice or water?

Juice, please.

Don't spill.

Juice is a privilege.

I won't. Did you go

to the salon today?

Yes. You look very nice.

Thank you.

Sissy, would you like some

chicken nuggets and ketchup?

Ketchup makes a mess.

Sissy, where did you find this troll?

Were you in my room?

Sissy, this troll is

very special to me.

I don't want you going into

my room, do you understand?

You need to stay out of the attic.

So do you.

Hey, Sissy.

Can you go play in your

bedroom for a bit, please?

What happened?

Premature ovarian deficiency.

We've been trying for years.

At least now we know.

- I'm sorry.

I just...I've always

wanted a lot of kids.

A whole soccer team full.

Nina and I are only

children like you.

At least you have Sissy.

Of course, of course.

I know it sounds selfish.

I love Sissy.

I've just always wanted a

child of my own with Nina.

I didn't realize.

Oh, Sissy is, she's

absolutely my daughter.

Just not my biological daughter.

You are an amazing dad.

f*ck, I just really don't know

how she's gonna take this.

She's been so fragile lately.

I really don't think she can

handle the disappointment.

She has you.

I don't think that I'm enough.

Hello?

Andrew, are you okay?

What?

Andrew, are you okay?

What? You overheard those PTA

b*tches saying that I'm crazy?

That I don't deserve my husband?

That I belong in the nuthouse?

Andrew?

Let go of this.

Wrap this around your hand.

Alive and well.

I cleaned up the mess from last night.

Sorry I wasn't honest about the baby.

I guess I was trying

to manifest.

Or something.

It's okay, I get it.

I don't know how I'm gonna

face Andrew's mother.

Anyway...

I realize I need to stop

holding on to things and start fresh.

So... these are practically brand

new and... I want you to have them.

I... I can't.

No, seriously, these will be

thrown in the bin of Goodwill.

This would look amazing on you.

Millie, take it.

-Thanks.

-Well, Andrew took Sissy to pancakes,

so you don't have to worry about

breakfast this morning.

But I do need a favor.

I want you to find tickets for

a musical called 'Showdown'.

Andrew's been dying to see it.

And I wanna do something

to make it up to him.

Sure.

This Saturday.

If you can manage.

And an overnight at high-end hotel.

Splurge on a suite.

Something romantic.

And Sissy will be at a friend's

house. I will arrange for her...

to be out of the house, and you can

just have the weekend to yourself.

That sounds great.

I'll see what I can do.

You're a lifesaver, Millie.

I don't know what I'd do without you.

You're with the Winchesters, right?

Yeah.

- I'm with the Laytons.

Susan.

-Right.

Sissy's not that good, is she?

Don't worry, no one cares.

Not after everything

she's been through.

What do you mean?

Seriously? All the

psycho-mom sh*t?

I know she's spent some

time in a psych ward, but...

Nina Winchester tried to

drown her kid in the bathtub.

-What?

-Yes, all the PTA b*tches

talk about it.

When Sissy was a baby, Nina

threw her into a tub of running water,

then tried to off herself,

by swallowing a ton of pills.

Luckily her husband got freaked out,

when he was couldn't get ahold of her

and called the police

for a wellness check.

This is so f*cked-up, right?

Great job, everyone!

Your car smells like feet.

Thank you.

Hey.

What do you know about this family?

Sorry, no English.

Oh, bullshit.

I know you shouldn't be here.

Why?

Leave him alone.

You have no business talking to Enzo.

What is this?

These are the Broadway

tickets and the hotel reservation.

For Saturday?

-Yeah.

But why would I have you book tickets

for the day that I'm driving Sissy

to Arts camp in DC?

Why would I do that?

I don't know, but you did.

No, I didn't.

And I assume that these are

non-refundable now?

Nina, I did what you asked me to do.

Fine. They'll come out

of your paycheck.

And I'm sorry but it's your mistake

and you'll have to cover the fee.

Nina, I can't afford that.

I don't care.

It's your fault, so you'll

gonna cover it.

-Nina, this is more than I have saved.

-Hey.

Hello.

- Hi.

Just about cleaned out the floor,

otherwise I would have got you more.

What's wrong?

Millie booked tickets for

a non-refundable weekend for us

that we can't even use.

And she will have to

pay for it. Sorry.

No, she doesn't.

We'll just call

the credit card company

and have it reversed.

I don't think that's a thing.

-That is a thing.

You don't have to pay for anything.

Thank you.

I'm sorry.

Sweetheart?

All these things for a week?

Okay, sorry.

sh*t. Sorry.

I'm so sorry. I usually

get dressed before I come out.

No, it's my fault. I was actually

coming to confess something to you.

I wanted to let you know that

I couldn't get the tickets refunded.

sh*t.

- Yeah.

So... I think you should take them

and go to the show with a friend

and stay in the room, charge

whatever you want, room service.

I want you to enjoy yourself.

That's really nice, but I can't.

I don't have anyone I can bring.

You got to have somebody.

I wish I did, but I don't.

Okay, well, just, um

How about you and I go?

We can come back tonight.

I can... I can sweeten

the deal a little bit

throw a slice of pizza,

maybe a hot apple cider.

I'll just tell Nina that I changed

the tickets and I can take her next week.

No, I can't have you do that.

Come on, we can both

use a night out.

Why not?

I mean, it is supposed to be

a great show.

Okay.

Great, we are going.

Great dress.

Thanks for coming.

I'm hungry.

-Yeah? I could eat.

-Yeah.

Wasn't pizza a part of this deal?

- Yes, it was.

-Yes. -You know what? I think

I got a better idea.

Holy sh*t, that was amazing.

It was, wasn't it?

- Yes.

- Yes.

This place is really fancy.

It's charming.

In an old New York kind of way.

Yes.

I don't really know

what I should order.

Why don't we just

get one of everything?

-Everything? -Yes.

-We can't do that. -Yes, we can.

Do you like martinis?

I guess. I don't know.

- Now we'll find out.

To new adventures.

Cheers.

I mean, you're funny.

You are caring.

You're great with kids.

I just don't understand

why you're cleaning people's houses.

You should be living your best life.

Have you ever thought about what

you wanna do in this world?

I don't know. No, not really.

Why not?

What about you?

Are you living your best life, doing

I don't even know what you're doing.

I run a data processing company

that my father left me.

I basically get paid a lot of

money to do really boring sh*t.

Got you.

-All I've ever really wanted

is to be a husband and father,

honestly.

That's really sweet.

What about you?

Do you want kids?

Yes. Some day.

With the right person, of course.

I mean, I feel like I won the lottery

with Nina, and I should feel like

I'm living my best life.

But you don't?

I love my wife.

I really do.

I just feel like she's angry

all the time and I don't know why.

It's like every conversation

we have ends in a tirade.

If it makes you feel

any better, same.

She was so different.

She was... She was...

She was... loving

and kind and generous.

She was affectionate.

All I want is to make her happy

and I genuinely don't know how.

Andrew, it's not you.

I shouldn't have said that. I'm sorry.

- No, it's okay.

I see the way she

treats you and I hate it.

I hate it.

I feel like I'm letting you down.

You are not.

Pretty sure there's

a dance floor in there.

You wanna go dancing?

Should we hit it?

Yeah.

Let's dance.

I don't suppose you feel sober

enough to drive us home?

Not really, no.

I think we got a problem.

And you're all set.

They are not joining

but are on the same floor.

Thanks.

sh*t, my phone's dead.

Oh.

-There you go. -Thank you.

-Of course.

Have a good stay.

Thank you.

I'll see you in the morning.

-Good night.

Don't blow up your life.

Oh, sh*t.

/Message from Nina:/

Milly, where are you?!

/Message from Nina:/

If I don't hear from you in

the next 10 minutes, you're fired!!!

Hey. What's wrong?

She doesn't mean it. I'll talk to her.

-Andrew, she won't... -Millie, come in.

She wants to destroy my life.

- No, she doesn't. I'll talk to her.

Andrew, I know you think

I can do better, but I need this job.

I can't lose it.

I do not wanna go back.

Go back where?

You won't lose your job.

Everything's gonna be okay.

I promise you.

Don't cry.

Nina's coming home early.

So we have to be at home.

We should get going.

Okay.

This is gonna sound

really cheesy, but I didn't think

anybody could look

so beautiful in the morning.

Nina can't ever know.

This can't happen again.

I really wish things

were different.

I wish I had met you before.

Me too.

Are you okay?

Yes.

Nina?

Nina!

I'm gonna get changed.

I'll start making lunch

in case she comes back.

Hello? Anybody home?

Welcome home.

Thank you.

Lunch is almost ready.

Oh, boy.

Hey.

-Hey, sweetheart.

Hey, what are you doing?

I was just fixing the drain in

the upstairs guest bathroom.

It's pretty clogged.

I knew it. I told you the

plumber is coming on Tuesday.

- No, I know. I just feel

extra manly today. -Okay.

Yeah.

How was the trip?

How is Sissy?

She is good.

Listen.

I'm very sorry about last night.

It was a very long drive.

I was very tired.

I don't sleep well

in hotels, turns out.

And I shouldn't be

alone with my phone.

So... Lesson learned .

It's a new day.

Please accept my apologies.

Yeah, it's okay.

-I'm sorry. -It's all right.

Let's get some food in here.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Hi.

-Hi.

This looks fantastic.

Yes.

Hey, Millie.

How was your night off?

My best friend Lexi

took me to 'Peter Luger'.

She had a gift voucher.

It was really nice.

I had a lot of sides.

But I don't really eat meat.

This looks incredible,

so thank you.

I don't know why, but my

quiches never turn out.

I wanted to ask you, did you learn

how to cook while you were in prison?

You know she was in prison for 10 years,

before he came to work for us.

Right?

I think it's brave making a new

start in a new town.

I'm glad we can be a

part of your journey.

Oh.

We need a re-stock of all

the Sissy's favorites

before she gets home. You haven't

really been keeping up with that.

And could you... Sorry.

Could you use my car for running

errands from now on, until you save up

for something nicer? I'm afraid yours

is becoming an unwelcome topic

of conversation. Here you go.

You know what I mean?

-Yes.

Are you okay?

Yes.

I had it all wrong.

Nina was never just going

with her gut. She knew.

The whole time she knew that I

needed the job and I couldn't leave

no matter how shitty

she made my life.

What kind of b*tch

does something like that?

Hello, Millie.

Hi.

- Is that the new phone?

What do you think

of that camera?

Pretty great, right?

I don't know. I use it for work.

Well, still, you're

very trusting.

What do you mean?

Pumpkin. Most nannies won't take

the phone, 'cause they don't want

every text, every call, every

place they go, tracked.

But, I mean, you have nothing

to hide, so... good for you.

And that's when I realized that

Nina knew everything.

Millie Calloway.

-Yes.

-Hands against the car, please.

-What?

-I said, hands against the car.

What did I do?

This car has been

reported stolen.

What? No!

No, this is my boss's car.

Sorry I didn't tell you

the truth for prison.

I was in high school

and it was a mistake and

-You don't have to explain anything.

The past is in the past.

Andrew, she knows.

-I know.

Nina!

Nina, come down here.

What the hell kind of stunt was that?

I know you took her to the city

and you used the hotel room and

I know that you f*cked her.

You're imagining things again.

- Oh... Of course I am.

I imagine your parole officer

will be interested to know

that you no longer have a job.

Or a place to live. And that you

stole thousands of dollars

worth of my clothes out of my closet.

You told me I could take them. You

said you don't want them anymore.

And off to prison you'll go.

-Enough!

Nina, I don't know

who you are anymore.

And quite frankly...

Your cruelty makes me sick.

I'm sorry, Nina, but I would like

I would like you to leave.

-What? - I can't sit here and

watch you destroy this poor girl's life.

I won't allow it.

Please leave my house.

Uh Our house.

It's my house.

You can't do that.

NOW!

Please leave now.

Would you like help

packing your things?

What?

Would you like help

packing your things?

f*ck you!

How are you?

I need you to know

that it's not your fault.

It's been a long time coming.

-What about Sissy?

Don't worry. I'll talk to

my lawyers tomorrow.

I'll bring her back here.

I'll make sure she's safe.

I'll start looking for a new job.

What are you talking about?

My parole comes with conditions.

I haven't felt this way about

someone in a very long time...

possibly ever... And I really

I wanna help you out.

I wanna help you anyway.

I want you to stay here with me.

- I want that too.

Wow. A+ for your oral hygene.

"Beauty is power.

A smile is its sword".

That's my mom's favorite quote.

She is obsessed with this smile.

I bet she is.

What do you want?!

Millie! Are you okay?

What happened?

Trying to do breakfast in bed

and then I saw

the creepy groundskeeper guy

just staring at me through the window.

I've had enough of that as*h*le.

Hey!

Hey!

Come here.

Get your sh*t and

get out of here. Okay?

We don't need you anymore.

You're fired.

Fired.

Got that?

f*ck that guy. Right?

Never understood why Nina

wanted him around so much.

I could never stand him.

I'm sorry. It's your mom's

good china.

It's okay.

Come here.

I don't want you to worry about cleaning

or cooking or anything like that.

Look at this man.

Don't throw these out.

Okay?

I got a plate guy who can

put them back together.

-I'm sorry.

It's okay. You'll learn.

Welcome home.

Hey.

- Hi.

Plates are still dirty.

I didn't want to cut myself

washing them. -Oh.

Yeah.

-I don't want that.

Mm-mm.

Dinner smells really good.

-Is does, doesn't it? -Yes.

What do you say we put a pin

on dinner for a little bit?

Sure. -Yeah?

-Yeah.

How do you feel about champagne?

In here, seriously?

Yeah. Could be acrobatic.

Bubbles. Bubbles.

Ready?

Cheers.

-Cheers.

What do you think?

Do you like it?

-It's really bubbly.

Andrew?

Andrew, I'm stuck.

Andrew, can you open the door?

Andrew, can you hear me?

Can you let me out?

I will.

Just not yet.

What do you mean?

What are you talking

about, Andrew? Let me out.

Andrew, come on. Is this a game?

I wish it was.

What?

What are you talking about?

Andrew, open the door.

Andrew!

Open the door, Andrew!

Let me out of here!!!

f*ck you, Andrew!!!

"Dear Sissy, if you

are reading this,

I'm either dead or

you just turned 18.

Either way, I needed you to know

that your mother was a f*cking idiot.

Full stop".

"What do you expect from a girl

whose parents died when she was eight

and spent the rest of her childhood

in shitty foster homes?

I did NOT, as Andrew likes to insinuate,

had anything to do with that fire that k*lled them.

I loved my parents more than anything

in the world and for a long time

I wished I'd gone right out with them.

But I didn't.

So I had to keep living.

Abandonment issues?

Trust issues?

Self-esteem issues?

I filled the whole bingo card.

I'm not sure if it was a miracle

or just dumb luck

that I survived my childhood

but I eventually scholarshipped

my way into law school.

And I almost made

it to the other side.

Almost.

But there was that merry professor,

who knocked me up.

He didn't want anything to do with us.

Sometimes I think about that

law degree I bailed on, whether

it would have made a

difference in the end.

Nina, get in here

with the Grady's papers.

I'm coming.

Is there a way I get

some of her money?

Ask yourself will this

arbitration ever end?

Here they are.

Jesus Christ, Nina.

Clean yourself up.

I'm sorry.

What the f*ck?

Right?

It's amazing what you'll trade away

for the sweet relief of health insurance

and child care.

And it was that exact moment.

He came into my life.

Hi. -I'm so sorry about Lynch.

He can be a real as*h*le.

That's why he's my lawyer.

Yeah.

-Are you okay?

No, I'm sorry. Yes, I'm okay.

- I just feel bad about what happened

and I'd like to take you to lunch.

Well, you don't have to do that.

I want to.

At the time I thought he was

so g*dd*mn charming, humble, handsome,

with a million dollar smile.

Hey, I was thinking maybe

we could go out sometime.

My mother loves children,

she could babysit.

But of course, your daughter

could come with us.

- I would love that.

-Yes?

-Yes.

It took him six days to get into my

pants and six weeks to propose.

Honestly, I would have said "Yes"

halfway through that first f*cking lunch.

How was I supposed to resist?

A knight in shining armor.

The house should

have been a tip-off.

The story of a kingdom

and some mysterious fiancee

named Cathy, who jilted him.

I should have asked what happened

to her, but I didn't.

"Her loss", I thought.

Wow.

Something smells amazing. What is it?

-I think what you're smelling

is the vanilla, cardamom

and coffee cake I just made.

And you will be my guinea pig.

Oh, I'd love to be.

I hate to break it to you, sweetheart,

but your roots are making a break for you.

Well, good news. I just made a

salon appointment with Mark

and he's gonna fix them today.

I love Mark for that.

Andy, hi. I'm so sorry I'm late.

- Oh, that's okay.

I bought that tie which you liked.

Wanna make you a c*ck?

Here she is.

Hi.

- Hi.

Some silly goose forgot

to get their roots done.

Mm-mm.

I got caught in the park with Sissy,

before I dropped her at Rainers.

I'm sorry. I will reschedule.

I'll get the stuff on the table.

Hey, before you do that, you think

you can help me with something?

What?

I just had this last minute meeting

with the board and there's these notes

I can't seem to find. I think

they are upstairs in the attic.

Right now?

-Yes, can you give me a hand?

You know it.

- Thank you.

I'll be right up.

-Okay.

Babe, there's no files in here.

-I know.

Babe.

Andy.

Andy?

I'm here.

Andy, it's locked.

I am very disappointed in you.

What the f*ck

are you talking about?

Your hair is a privilege and

it needs to be cared for.

Um... My hair?

Are you aware how embarrassing it is

to have your wife walking around town

with her roots showing?

I'll make another

appointment, I told you.

I need you to be better.

For the both of us, I really do.

Andy, I'll get my

f*cking roots fixed, okay?

So you can let me out

of the room now, please.

I will.

Just not yet.

I need you to understand that

there are consequences to your actions.

What are you f*cking talking about?

I have an envelope that

I will slide under the door.

Now listen very carefully, please.

I need you to pluck

100 hairs from your

scalp, with the roots intact.

-What? -Nina, I need

to see those follicles.

Okay babe, you got me.

That was good.

You got me.

Please let me out.

Once you've done that, please put

them back in the envelope and slide it

under the door and then

we can discuss your freedom.

Andy! This isn't funny!

Andy!

I'm not doing this. Please

let me out of the f*cking room!

I'm so sorry.

Andy!

I love you so much.

Babe.

Who was this man I married?

What had I done to deserve this?

No food.

Three tiny bottles of water.

The only bathroom was

a bucket in the closet.

I thought back to when it was

just me and you, Sissy.

I had no idea how good we had it.

Even if we were constantly

on the brink of financial disaster.

Now what choice did I have

but to obey this f*ck,

if I ever wanted to see you again?

Andrew, I did everything

you asked me to do.

Can you let me out now, please?

One of the strands had no follicle,

so you'll have to start again.

What? Andrew, Andrew, please.

-Please be more careful this time.

Andrew, please!

This was for your own good.

If you'd let me, I can help you

become a better person...

Sissy!

Oh baby, hi! Come here!

If I was the police, maybe I would

have thought the same thing.

That I had drugged and

tried to drown my baby.

That I had swallowed a bottle

of pills and tried to off myself too.

No one would believe my husband

was a cruel, sadistic monster.

How could a man that handsome,

that successful and well-loved

be anything, but a saint?

There is nothing in that attic

except boxes and papers, Nina.

When you have delusions, they can feel

very real, even when they are not.

While they pumped me full of

antipsychotics and antidepressants,

all I could think about was you.

After 9 months, I realized the only

way to get back to you, was to admit

what I'd 'done'. So I fell on

my knees, confessed everything

and begged for my freedom.

- We're gonna be so happy, Nina.

As long as you follow the rules.

But at that time I understood

I'd never be free.

No matter how hard I tried to prove

I was the happiest, most perfect wife

in the entire world, Andrew had

convinced all those adoring vipers

that I was crazy, dangerous,

unfit to raise my own daughter.

And he was crowned 'Husband of the year'

for sticking by his unhinged wife.

Of course he wanted

his own baby.

But there was no way I'd let him

plant his evil seed in me.

I snuck away in the city, got an IUD

from the same doctor I eventually blackmailed

to lie and tell Andrew

that I was fresh out of eggs.

Anything was an excuse to lock me up.

Leaving the lights on. When you spilled

your juice at the breakfast table...

And any time I fought back,

he made sure to remind me

that he held all the cards.

Enzo was my only connection

to the outside world.

The only one who believed me.

He tried to help us escape.

He got us fake passports, but Andrew

found them in my drawer

and back to the institution I went.

Every asset was in his name.

I had no money, no credit,

no family, no friends.

I was a psych ward frequent visitor

with zero chance at custody.

If I tried to run, Andrew

would hunt me down, drag us back

and everyone

would call him a hero.

I was trapped.

There was no chance he'd ever

let me leave the marriage alive.

And if I died, what

would become of you?

What had I done bringing

this man into your life?

And then it dawned on me.

Andrew did have a weakness.

His need to be adored.

So I started making a plan.

You went away again.

I know.

And now I'm back.

Andrew found the passports.

Look, I know a guy who could help.

I think that would only make

things worse for me.

I could help you.

You need to stay out of this, Enzo.

- Listen to me carefully.

I lost a sister for a man

like Andrew.

And I won't let

this happen again.

So now you go, you pack your bags.

Take Sissy and leave right now.

I will take care of Andrew.

No.

Andrew is gonna leave me.

How?

Millie was exactly Andrew's type.

Pretty, smart, blonde, all alone in the world.

Someone he would want to save.

Disowned by her parents.

Fired from her last job.

Broke. No friends.

Living in her car and,

the crown jewel -

out on parole

after serving 10 years

of 15 year sentence. And not

for drugs or drunk driving.

She was in prison for m*rder.

My plan was to hire a

pretty girl to replace me.

But once I met Millie,

I came up with a better plan.

Enzo begged me to find another way

and leave Millie out of this, but

I knew it was the only way

I could truly be free from Andrew.

I made him promise

not to interfere.

It was her or it was

Sissy and me.

He reluctantly agreed, but said

he'd stay to keep an eye on her.

Part of me hopes

you'll never read this.

But if you do - I'm glad you

know the whole story now.

I just needed you to know

I wasn't a bad person.

Hiring Milly was the only way to

keep you safe and set us both free.

If we got lucky enough

to make it all the way to free.

And I figured if anyone could take

care of this situation, it was her.

Millie.

Millie, please stop.

Please.

Open the door.

- I can't do that.

- Why not? Come on.

I will. Just not yet.

What the f*ck do you want?

It's irreplaceable, Millie.

What?

My grandmother brought this

china all the way from London.

And my mother served every

single holiday meal on it,

without so much as a single chip.

And then you drop it

like a careless child.

You drop it.

And on top of that

you don't even clean it.

-It was an accident, Andrew.

Family heirlooms

are a privilege, Millie.

And now one of mine is in 21

pieces and you didn't even clean it.

Let me out, you f*cking psychopath!

I will. But first you need to atone.

So what you'll gonna do

is you'll take this piece that I

hold in my hand and you will carve

21 lines into your stomach -

one for every piece you broke.

Once you've done that, we can

discuss your freedom.

If...

you don't do it properly,

you'll just have to do it again.

So I suggest you do it right the first time.

-You f*cking dream.

And I need these to be

long and deep cuts.

Oh, and please slide the piece

under the door when you're done.

I'll be watching.

It's pretty clear now that

Nina knew everything about me

from the moment I

walked through her door.

It's funny.

The boy I went in prison for,

was a lot like Andrew.

Stupid rich, good looking,

adored by everyone, a saint.

I didn't mean to k*ll him.

But I'm not sorry I did.

Millie, what did you do?

-Oh, my God...

I was trying to do a good thing.

But my roommate denied everything.

I don't know why.

Everyone believed the rich kid,

not the scholarship charity case.

Even my parents.

My only option was

to take a deal.

Manslaughter. 15 years.

I made parole after 10.

It wasn't a smooth

transition into the real world.

I guess I don't handle

creeps very well.

Keep your hands off us,

Charlie, you f*cking freak!

Nina was looking

for an escape hatch.

I was it.

Good for her, I guess.

Now I am the

butterfly in the box.

All those years I persisted.

I survived.

I fought back.

But in the end there is only

one way out for girls like me.

Surrender and

hope for the best.

Andrew, I did it.

Andrew, you can let me out now!

I had two days left.

-I know, but we have to go.

- Where?

- We'll find a new place to live.

Just the two of us.

We are free.

What?

What about Millie?

Millie's gonna stay with daddy.

I think we should

take her with us.

Millie can take care of herself.

Good morning, sleepy head.

How are you?

Okay.

I really do want a life with you.

I really do.

You just need to learn that

there's consequences to your actions.

Just think about it. You'll have

everything you've ever wanted.

Education. Financial stability.

Beautiful home. Family.

Isn't that what you want?

I do want these things.

So do I.

But it's not what you have

to offer.

Open the f*cking door now!

I'll call the cops and you'll

rot in the f*cking prison!

Open the f*cking door!

Let me out!

I need a f*cking sandwich.

Open the door.

Let me the f*ck out!

f*ck!

/Message from 'Mother'/:

Have you served the divorce papers yet,

my beautiful boy?

Millie, are you there?

-I'm here.

I'm so sorry, Milly.

I really f*cked up.

I did a really terrible thing.

I just have such a bad temper

sometimes.

But I want to be better.

I know I can be better.

I want you to help me be better.

I need someone to help me.

Can you open this door?

Please.

I'm so thirsty. Can you please open

the door so I can get some water?

I will.

You will?

Yeah.

Just not yet.

I want you to do

something for me first.

What do you need me to do?

I need you to

pull out a front tooth.

-What? -I think it will be good for you

to be without that smile that makes

all the b*tches in the neighborhood

just fall under your toxic spell.

To be without that smile

that your mother loves so much.

Millie, I'm not doing that.

I thought you said you wanted my help

and I was offering it to you

but if you don't want it,

I'll go.

You're out of your f*cking mind.

I'm not pulling my tooth out.

You know, Andrew, I was locked up in

a room and the idea of consequences

has been on my mind.

Millie, let me the f*ck out!

Okay.

What if I sweeten the pot?

You know, the teapot.

What are you doing?

Mother Winchester's heirloom

dishes are really, really nice.

Millie, stop it. Millie, stop.

These cups are like

little gold cups, Andrew.

Millie, stop it right now.

Stop it! Millie, stop it!

You loved to drink juice from them.

Millie, please stop it. Stop it.

- What, a gravy boat?

I f*cking love gravy.

I had no idea they made these.

Please, Milly, Milly,

Milly, stop it right now!

Please, stop, stop!

Millie, please.

Little freaking plates.

Stop it now!

Millie, Millie, what do you want?

I'll give you anything!

You want f*cking money?

I'll give you money!

I hope your plate guy

is really f*cking good!

What the f*ck do you want?!

OK, so we're bargaining now.

That's a really good sign.

But what I want you to do, Andrew,

is pull out your f*cking tooth.

I'm gonna f*cking k*ll you.

Not if I k*ll you first.

f*ck you!

Nina didn't tell you

why I was in prison, huh?

I was in prison for m*rder.

What are you doing?

Millie.

Millie. What are you doing, Millie?

Millie.

Millie.

Okay, okay, okay.

Stop, stop, stop, stop!

Stop. Okay, okay.

I'll do it. I'll do it.

Okay, wait. I wanna watch.

Okay.

Okay, put some elbow grease into it.

I did it.

Millie, let me out.

Slide it under the door.

Here it is.

Please let me out.

I'll come back in the morning.

What?

No, Millie, come back.

No, Millie.

Millie, let me out!

Millie, hey. It's Nina. Are you OK?

I'll get you out of here.

Nina! What the f*ck

are you doing!?

I missed you so much.

You knew she would

do this to me, right?

Oh, f*ck!

Millie!

Come here, Millie.

What are you gonna do, Millie?

Come on, baby.

Come on, Millie.

What the f*ck?

Millie!

Millie.

Come on, Millie.

Come on, baby.

Millie!

Will your eyes return to mine?

Will you come the f*ck out, Millie?

I need you, Milly.

Millie, get the f*ck out here!

Millie! This is so f*cking good!

So you just came back

for nothing.

I guess I did.

Yeah. Sorry.

You're good at it.

I f*cked up.

Really bad.

Yeah.

I can admit when I'm

wrong. You know that.

We'll just sweep this

under the rug and we...

We'll start fresh.

Pretend like this didn't happen.

Please.

I'm sorry.

I still love you.

I mean, you are still just

the cute, helpless secretary

I saw sitting there

in that office.

Your leaky boobs.

You were so cute.

And I just tried to help you.

Help you bring that baby

into the world with no hope

of the future, at all.

You can't... What are you

gonna do out there? You can't...

Nina, you can't find this.

I might.

At this age?

I don't think so, baby.

One call and Millie is back

in prison, rotting away.

One week on your own and you'll be

begging me to take you back.

So just stay.

Please.

Just stay.

Sweetheart.

Everything you have is a lie.

Your daddy just handed you

your career.

Your child isn't even really yours.

You have a wife who f*cking hates you.

And all these years I've been watching

you dance around like a f*cking clown

just to get a little tiny resemblance

of affection from your c**t mother.

And you know what?

I almost feel sorry for you.

But I'd rather be dead

than spend another day with you,

you f*cking monster!

It would be my pleasure.

The pleasure's all mine!

What are you doing??

He fell, trying to change

the light bulb.

You know how he was.

Everything had to be perfect.

Run.

Don't come back.

You didn't k*ll him, I did.

No one will believe that he fell

changing the light bulb, Nina.

I guess we'll find out.

Go.

You don't deserve any of this.

Neither did you.

Actions have consequences, Andrew.

Enzo, it's done.

I'm gonna need your help

cleaning up.

This must be quite a shock.

You said you just returned home

this evening

after visiting your daughter

at camp?

And your housekeeper

had the week off?

That's right, yes.

Do you have any idea why your husband

decided to change the light bulb

in the middle of the night?

I guess... you know, he liked

things to be certain way.

Everything perfect.

He had quite a deep cut

on the neck.

You don't normally see that

from a fall.

I actually knew your husband

a little bit.

He was engaged to my sister.

Cathleen.

Cathy.

Eight years ago she showed up on

my doorstep in the middle of the night

and she was never the same

after that.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Must have been

quite a violent fall.

With a lot of impact.

Skin breaks.

Bones break.

Teeth break.

Seems to me this is just one

of those freak household accidents.

Sometimes bad things

happen to good people.

We gather here today to mourn

the tragic passing of Andrew Winchester.

Devoted son, dedicated

husband and father,

respected business leader and

true pillar of the community.

His untimely death has left

us all with a sense of shock

that such a vital and caring man

could suddenly be taken from us.

We struggle in these times

to understand God's plan

and it is natural to question

God's power in times of grief.

But we must never lose our faith

in God's love.

Thank you for coming.

Thank you.

Hi.

Nina, I'm so sorry.

Are you sure you still

gonna sell the house?

What are you gonna do with

yourselves in California?

Oh, I think we'll manage.

I'm so sorry about your son.

What a terrible accident.

He had a beautiful smile,

didn't he?

You know, they told me

he was missing a tooth.

When they found him.

- Oh, my God.

- My God.

Yeah, did you know that?

Did you?

But a tooth was gone.

If you don't take care of your teeth,

you lose the privilege of having them.

Because teeth are a privilege.

My condolences.

Take good care.

This is how you allow her

to dress for her father's funeral?

Hey.

Excuse me.

I told you to run.

I can't run.

I'm on parole, remember?

Make a life for yourself.

$100,000

Wow.

Well, tell me about yourself.

Well, I definitely didn't

plan being a housemaid.

It sort of just fell onto my lap

and I realized I really enjoyed it.

For the right families,

of course.

Nina Winchester

recommended you highly.

She... She suggested you actually.

Mrs. Winchester was a pleasure

to work for.

I...

I have to warn you.

My husband is hard man to please.

So do you think you can help?

When would you like me to start?