Fatal Defense

Synopsis: A single mother signs up for self-defense classes from a handsome instructor. But he develops a frightening obsession with her and orchestrates an increasing deadly array of "tests" to see if she has truly learned from his lessons.
86 min




[continues coughing]

How are you feeling?

No, I'm not feeling so good.

Oh, you're hot too.

Do you want some water?

Yes, please.

Okay, baby.

[ominous music]

[suspenseful music]



[chair clatters]


[both grunting and gasping]

Mom, are you okay?



Please. Please.

No, no, no, no.

That's my baby girl.

Please don't hurt her.

She's expecting me

to bring her some...

some water.

Please, let me...

let me go to her.


Be smart.

It's okay, babe.

I just hit my leg

on a table, honey.

I'll be right up, okay?


That's a good girl.

Okay, now,

if you try anything stupid...


Here, drink this.

Are you okay, Mom?

It's nothing, baby.

Just, um,

I hit my leg pretty hard

on the table.

They need to make softer wood.

Like pillows?


It could come from pillow trees.


You know all about trees, Mom.

You should invent pillow trees.

I should.

What was that?

Nothing, baby,

I think the heater.

Babe, drink... drink

some more water, okay?


Okay, let me put this back.

Are you okay?

I want you to get

some sleep, okay?

It's the only way

you're gonna get well, yeah.

Stay in bed.


Love you.

I love you too, Mommy.





If you wanted

to do that earlier,

you should have tried it.

I like a fight.

You don't have to do this.

You could... you can take

anything you want.

Please, please don't...

don't hurt her.

- It's time to be quiet.

- I don't...

See, now you're helpless,

and I can do anything I want,

anything at all.

Okay, something

to remember you by.








Oh, my gosh!

Honey, baby, you okay?

Oh, my...

[whimpers indistinctly]

Oh, come here.

Come here.


[indistinct police radio


Burglars usually avoid

breaking into houses

where the owners are still home,

but this individual seems

to be making a habit of it.

He's hit about half a dozen

other houses in the area.

Why? Why... why does he want

to do it like that?

I think he's getting

a kick out of it.

It's a control, power trip.

He definitely...

he definitely liked the...

he liked the control, I think.

It was awful.

It was awf... did you...

did anyone speak to my sister?


How are you doing?

I just need to ask you a couple

of questions about last night.

I haven't even offered you

anything to drink.

I'm so sorry.

Do you want some coffee?

No, no, thanks.

Somebody should be

taking care of you.

Your sister'll be here soon,

and, um, look,

you should just relax.

No, if... if I relax,

if I slow down,

I'm gonna go crazy.

I'm gonna lose my mind.

I... did you want coffee?

I'm sorry.

Yeah, maybe tea.

I'm sorry.

I just imagined that cops

like dark, cheap coffee.

Maybe it's some

sort of stereotype,

or maybe it's...

I like tea.

When we really love someone,

we learn how to fight.

What do you mean?

My father started drinking hard

when I was about

eight years old.

He was a mean drunk.

He started beating up my mother.

I felt helpless.

What could I do?

I was eight years old,

but I started telling myself,

"Soon as I get big enough,

I will make sure

that he stops doing that."

So every year got worse.

I wondered if I would

ever get big enough

or if we were even

gonna survive,

but eventually I got big enough,

and I made sure

that he never did it again.

[teapot whistling]

Did you know that hot tea

can reach over 200 degrees?

Hey, Robert.

You know where

my sister's working today?

Uh, yeah, she's back

by the walking path.

[cell phone ringing]

Okay, all right, thank you.



[delicate music]

[birds singing]

Yeah, I am.

I'm with her.

I'm with her right now.

Okay, I got to go.

Keep me posted.

Arden, I'm so sorry.

I'm so, so sorry I couldn't do

the crime scene photographs.

The detectives were worried

about the chain of evidence

and me being your sister, and...

No, no, it's okay.

It was fine.

They were really good

and really sweet

with Emma and me, so.

How's Emma?

She's terrified.

She didn't see him, thank God,

but she saw me tied up.

It was...

it was awful.


Well, she's a tough girl.

She's gonna be okay.

Speaking of, how are you?

I don't know.

I don't know how I am.

It's okay to let it out.

I mean, I keep reliving it

over and over again.

It's natural.

Gwen, I was so helpless.

I mean, I'd...

I'd fight him,

and he... he always

stayed in control,

and I'm realizing

that it's been like that

my whole life.

You've always

been the strong one.

I... I'm tired of being weak,

the weak one.

Okay, but you can

learn how to defend yourself.

You have it in you.

I know you do.

Don't be afraid.

You just have to take action.


You got to get a gun.

I'm not gonna get a gun.

You know how I feel about guns.

I'm not gonna have a gun

in my house with Emma, no way.

Okay, well, then you got

to learn how to fight back

with your hands.

Look, there's nothing that is

gonna empower you more than

if you kick the crap

out of somebody.

Okay, well,

how about this place? Look.

No, no,

this is tournaments and belts.

You just need somebody

that's gonna teach you

how to fight dirty

and mess somebody up

if they're coming after you.

- Me fight dirty, really?

- Yeah.

- Dirty?

- Let me see.


[laughs mockingly] No.

I mean, what's wrong

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