Thunder cracks. Connie meets Paul’s eyes. And for the first time, we see she is not afraid of him. She is afraid of what she will do next.

You weren’t unfaithful just once. There was someone after my brother. Someone Edward still doesn’t know about. And that someone… is me.

(holding a photograph of his dead brother) You don’t know me. But I know both of you. I know what you did. And I’m not here for the police.

She stands, walks to the closet, and pulls out a familiar object: a new snow globe.

Fifteen years after getting away with murder, a wife and husband have rebuilt their marriage on a foundation of ash—until the ghost of her dead lover returns with a proposition they never saw coming.

(smiling coldly) I’m saying your wife didn’t learn a thing. While you were burying the guilt of killing one man, she was already in bed with another. And this time, Edward… I’m not going to let you get away with anything .

(turning slowly) What are you saying?

The doorbell rings. A figure in a trench coat stands in the rain. It’s PAUL (late 40s, lean, weathered) — the younger brother of the man Connie killed fifteen years ago, the man Edward bludgeoned with a snow globe.

A rainy night. A modern, glass-walled house in Bedford, New York. CONNIE (now 60, elegant but brittle) pours tea. EDWARD (65, silver-haired, calmer but watchful) stares at the fireplace.

You said you wanted a proposition, Paul. How about a partnership?

(quietly) Edward… pour the man a drink.

Connie’s teacup rattles.

The Reckoning