We're friends, Delilah. We're good friends.
I'm not going to hurt you.
Please!
But I wouldn't have. No.
No, no... no.
I don't want to die in here.
You won't.
I promised. I meant it. I wouldn't have done this.
I worked so hard for you, Love.
This couldn't have been me.
-But she was a threat to us.
She could've exposed me. Kept me from you.
I had motive.
I want to be with you.
No, it doesn't make sense.
Because if I did this, I don't deserve you.
What it makes me, there could be no us.
I knew that. I knew that!
The acid.
What happened last night?
I have to know who killed Delilah.
Even if it was me.
The bar. We were at the bar.
Everything was fine. And that was... What? Eight-ish?
Cheers!
That is the time you started drinking.
You drugged me?
Dosed, 8:52 p.m.
And then things were not fine. I don't know where or when the fuck I was.
Are you really leaving LA?
My daughter's having one of her drama queen days.
Too much time unaccounted for.
That is time to murder.
If not, where was I? What the hell was I doing?
- Go for Forty. - Forty, I am so glad I got you.
-I was hoping that...
Sucker. Leave a message.
Hey, it's me. It's Joe.
Oh, what a night.
I wanted to check in on you, so call me when you get this. Thanks.
Okay, step one.
She needs to be alive. I can't have people looking for her.
Like Officer other David Fincher.
Shit. Ellie.
No, I couldn't have done this to her.
Right. Facial recognition. That's great.
Let's go.
Shit!
I can't just leave her here.
Whoever did this either left in a hurry or just wanted this to be my mess.
Is this a frame job?
Are the police on their way?
I should run.
No. I can't leave her here.
I can't leave her for anyone to find.
I also can't move her in broad daylight. I've got to wait till dark.
It's taking a chance either way,
but Los Angeles heat,
decomp's gonna happen fast.
At best, buys five to six hours. But I'll make the most of it.
Figure out what the hell happened last night.
T, M.
Dude, slow down. You'll be dead before you kiss the girl.
He was the only one who knew this was here.
I took his name. Caged him.
I mean, revenge wouldn't be out of the question.
Why kill Delilah, not me, though?
You exposed us, and now they're...
Could have been off his meds. Right.
Hello?
Kamusta?
Uh, hi. I'm looking for Will.
Hello?
He didn't give a real number
because he is not in Manila?
He was here, killing Delilah?
Hello, friend! What's up?
Will!
Oh! See that? Living proof.
I have let people out of the cage,
made friends, even, from the experience.
Was that Gigi who just picked up?
It's everything I told you, man.
I never doubted it.
Okay, I did. But I shouldn't have.
Like I shouldn't have considered Will a suspect.
He is a good man.
Why do you look like someone hit you on the head with a rock,
threw you in the trunk of their car?
I'm tired, that's all.
Talk to a brother. Joe, you can tell me.
Why do you think I gave you my real number?
Honestly, Will, you have some real mental health issues.
Because...
I know you can get yourself in interesting jams.
But you want to do right.
- If I can help... - Why do you wanna help me?
We all just gotta just try and do the decent thing, moving forward.
You know when you pick up a spider,
and you bring it outside because you want it to live?
But let's say when it's in your hand,
it dies anyway, and you don't know if it's your fault.
But it was in your hand?
Well, no, it's... I mean, it's an imperfect metaphor,
but the... the point is, you... you wanted it... to live.
If I'm hearing you right...
you have someone in your cage...
who is now dead.
But you don't think you killed them.
Will, it wasn't me.
I mean, I don't know that because I was on a lot of drugs.
But I was going to let her go.
Just like you.
I don't think you'd kill someone you intended to keep alive.
Honestly, Will, I don't know what happened, and I have to know.
I really feel like I... I would not have done this.
I believe you.
But, end of the day... only you know who you really are.
Whether you really wanted to let that spider go or not.
Thanks, Will.
Anytime, Will.
I don't think I did this to you.
I'm going to prove I didn't.
Find out who did.
Far be it from Forty to answer a text.
Especially when he's responsible for my night being a black hole.
I would be sleeping off the night's debaucheries
if I hadn't woken into a nightmare.
I'll rest when there's not
-a murderer on the loose.
It's open.
Hey.
Whoa.
I thought I had a rough night.
Love, hey.
- Weren't you writing? - Yeah, your brother's got a process.
What are you doing here?
You don't... remember?
Oh, God, was I that drunk?
Did I get this wrong and I'm just embarrassing myself...
Of course I remember.
The greatest call of my life.
- The greatest? - Yes.
If we're together, we're okay.
I love you.
I love you... Love.
I can figure this out for us.
Oh, about that. Um...
"I'd go anywhere for you" thing?
I meant that, I did.
But now that I am sober...
could we just slow down that part a little bit?
Of course.
- Okay. - Perfect.
Because time is what I need to find out who did this to Delilah,
clear my name, protect you, confirm I'm worthy of you, Love.
Uh...
Does this mean you're not screwing my sister anymore?
- Are you okay? - Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine.
Probably just the four tabs of acid working their way out of his system.
You were on acid last night?
That's your brother's process.
I didn't know he was gonna dose us. I kept him out of trouble.
Okay, but where is he? Is he okay?
I can't believe you didn't mention anything.
Forty's fine.
I saw him get in the car when I left the hotel, like, an hour ago.
Speaking of missing people...
Anyone see my sister?
- No. - I haven't seen her.
It's fine.
I just wanted to show her this death threat she got.
What? Let me see that. What?
This is awful.
Because of the article?
Is that what happened?
Some Henderson crazy followed me to the cage?
Slit Delilah's throat because she showed them who he really was?
- We should show it to the police. - I will.
Hey, Ellie. Maybe you shouldn't go back to your apartment
till your sister gets back.
But we can walk to the market. I can make you some breakfast.
Okay. Um...
Yeah, we'll let Will shower off the night, and we can get going.
Poor girl has no idea her life is about to change.
-Forever.
Joey.
You don't have to hide.
Remember when we came back,
what I said?
How things would be different?
I meant it.
He's never gonna hurt us again.
Ever.
You hear me?
What the...?
The hell?
-Freeze, asshole!
- Calvin. - Crying...
You know what that means.
Rule number three.
- If you cannot stop sobbing, just drink... - Moon Juice.
You're gonna go to Anavrin.
I left while I was tripping.
Went to Anavrin.
What says I didn't make a detour to murder?
Or I went straight to Anavrin and back.
Maybe Calvin can put me there long enough to account for all the lost time.
- Bettelheim. Right? - Other Fincher.
- Just what I need. - I'm sorry, what's your nameagain?
Fincher.
Officer Fincher.
That's right. Delilah's friend.
You seen her around lately?
Hm, and operates with all the nuance of Columbo.
I haven't, actually.
Now, if her phone worked, I could have her tell him she's chasing a lead
from Paul Rudd's holistic nutritionist, but alas, it doesn't.
I hope she's okay.
Why would you say that?
Well... her sister, Ellie, mentioned she hadn't seen her either.
And, actually...
they got this.
I was gonna bring it by the station.
Apparently, that article she wrote has got a lot of Hendy fans stirred up.
And I hate to overreact.
Supposedly, some real sickos have been DMing her.
One even broke into Henderson's place
and tried to stab him a while back... But I mean, I'm sure you know all this,
after what happened to him.
- Of course. - So...
Again, I'm probably overreacting...
but I'm glad someone's looking out for her.
And at the risk of laying it on...
Oh, and I should tell you...
she broke things off with me. I think she really likes you, man.
Uh...
If you see her, have her call me.
Will do.
Statistics force me to consider Officer Douchebag as a suspect.
Too often, it's the jealous boyfriend, spurned lover.
As much as I'd like to pin it on him,
all I see is a heartsick puppy dog.
Okay, you gotta remember the part
where you were ranting about how all the peaches were mad at you.
Calvin, I'm glad you find this so funny.
- I just really need to find... - I know, find your wallet.
Uh, just, the next time you do acid,
please record it for your future self.
And by that, I mean all of us.
Believe me. I wish I had.
What... What time would you say that I got here?
11:18. How do I know that? Because you didn't turn the alarm off.
Made me come down here and jump your ass like you were some common criminal.
So, I just got a Moon Juice,
and then... when did I leave?
Oh, uh, you were all on me about Cheetos.
Like we carry that ish.
Cheetos? Oh, no.
- Had to be... - Flamin' Hot?
Ah! So you do remember some fun stuff.
For Delilah.
You kept saying you needed snacks for the basement.
You kept asking me where the door was.
I was like, "Sweetie, this is California. No basements."
The basement.
I must've thought that's where the cage was.
I was headed to see Delilah.
Hold on. None of this stuff was there.
No Cheetos, nothing. So...
Did I happen to mention where I was headed when I left?
Yeah. That would suggest a level of clarity that you did not possess.
Which is why I didn't say anything last night,
but you need to pay the store back, even when Forty's with you.
Forty was with me?
You're kidding, right?
I thought he never left the hotel.
You don't remember him trying to get one of us
to shove a Grey Goose-infused tampon up his ass?
So he could keep his high at a "cruising altitude"?
If Forty was with me,
I would avoid the storage unit at all costs.
That's why none of the food for Delilah was there. I never went.
If only my alibi would pick up his fucking phone.
And by now, Love, you're wondering where I am.
Hey! Uh-uh. I think one cup's enough for a 15-year-old.
Okay.
Okay, now.
If you could chop these?
- Okay. - Here.
You can tuck your fingers underneath.
- It's safer that way and hold the knife... - Like this?
- All right. - Now hold your knife like this.
- Up here? - Mm-hmm.
- Like that? - Yeah, that's it.
So, how long have you and your sister been on your own?
I guess my amazing life here started after my dad got sick.
Which is awesome
when he's your only friend in the world, and you also hate your mom.
Oh.
Okay. Sounds like we have the same mom.
The punchline, obviously, is that my dad died.
Don't. It's so awkward. Let's just move on.
Um...
How are these?
I mean...
if the film thing doesn't work out,
you should consider culinary school in Paris.
Those are really even. That's really good.
- Thank you. - Yeah.
So your dad left you with the shitty parent. And then what?
Delilah bolted first.
I endured a couple more years, and then showed up and ruined her life.
It's fine. Feeling's mutual.
- Something like that? - Yeah. I can take those.
Thank you.
I pray your brother's home, just so I can figure this out, Love.
Will. What a pleasant surprise.
- Wish I could say the same. - Come in.
I was sorry to hear you're leaving LA.
Actually, I'm still working on that.
Nothing's definite yet.
Well, then perhaps we can persuade you to stay.
Please.
I wanted to thank you.
Forty was all but inconsolable when I picked him up this morning.
He said you were really there for him last night.
I was?
The night's a bit blurry.
You don't have to pretend with me.
I know what he confessed to you.
Confessed?
I killed her.
Holy shit! How could I forget?
My husband and I appreciate the burden our son's put on you.
We also want you to know we're here to ease your burdens.
However great they may be.
Your secrets are safe with us, Will.
Never has a threat worn such a luxuriant veil.
And just what is it your parents think they know about me?
What the hell did I tell Forty last night?
- Mom! - I'll let him know you're here.
Add it to the list of mysteries.
No.
- Couldn't be. - Joe...
Would you fuck me?
Come on. You would totally fuck me.
Forty's my alibi, not my suspect.
Just because he killed before doesn't mean he'd...
Well, unless he was crying to your mother this morning
because he killed again.
Did I tell him I had Delilah in the cage?
That she was the reason I had to give up on you and leave town?
Would Forty kill to keep us together?
Old sport.
Aw.
Comedown is a bitch.
But that trip. I mean...
We touched God.
Like, "tickled-His-balls" touched.
Inspired work, Broseph.
Forty?
My Gaia. My Isis.
Oh, thank you.
Soothed my weary soul, as usual.
I love you.
Bye, boys.
Hoo!
What an epic night. Ooh!
Look at him. He’d have to be a complete sociopath.
Or blacked out.
Oh, are you gonna puke?
'Cause that's totally fine, just not over here.
It's antique camel hair on demo.
That is for you.
Bro, seriously?
You complete me.
I have to admit, I'm a little foggy. Uh...
I remember we made the run to Anavrin.
Yeah, that place.
Where did we go after Anavrin?
What was that?
You know, um...
- It's kind of a blur. - He's lying.
Why is he lying?
We stopped somewhere else, right?
Yeah. Again, man, it's such a blur. I don't really know. Um...
Are you okay?
You know, this is your fault.
All right? You were the one that wanted to go see Delilah, and...
I would never have done it if it weren’t for you.
Holy shit. It was him.
I'm like, really, really sorry.
What are you sorry for?
I know that you know what I did.
I was with Candace last night.
Candace?
I know that I screwed up.
But if you hadn’t booty-called Delilah, I never would have called her.
Booty-call?
Forty has no idea what happened.
I told you that we should go back to work,
but you made Igor drive us to that random corner downtown.
What is this place, Betteljuice?
Is "Delilah," like, code for you getting homeless vag?
He didn’t do it.
He dropped me off and then went to screw Candace.
You told me to go.
Worse, he left me there alone.
So youleave me on a corner?
- Completely out of my mind? - Yeah.
Look, I fucked up, all right?
And I fucked her, and I fucked us.
I told you we were only sexting now and again...
Motive, I had. He gave me means. Opportunity.
I was lonely, okay? And, like...
redheads, you know? I just figured what’s the harm in...
"What’s the harm"?
I had to leave everything behind because of her.
- She is the reason I lost everything. - But you found Love.
How could you leave me for her?
I’m really, really so sorry.
Please forgive me. Joe, come on. Please?
I can forgive your brother for seeing Candace.
What I can’t forgive is him leaving me there
with a head full of acid.
Look...
Oh, God.
Okay, I'm gonna be right back. Okay?
I'm just gonna be right back!
Unless this was Candace.
Some elaborate plot to set me up.
But why kill Delilah?
Why not just kill me?
She had her chance. Still, this doesn’t mean it was me.
Forty can put me there. What’s to say I went in?
Hold up.
Hey, wait.
Take this.
Give it to Delilah.
And when you fuck her,
you think of me.
Okay?
So don't ghost me.
All right?
Or do.
Get it?
Oh, man.
But why can’t I remember it?
Am I just clenching my eyes shut against some truth I don’t want to face?
Hey, you.
- You need to get over here now.
Ellie's freaking out.
Hey, hey. Um...
Everything was fine, and then...
She's convinced something happened to her sister.
Stay the hell away from me.
Ellie.
-I said stay the hell away from me!
Don't! Let go! No!
- Stop! - It's okay.
Stop. Let go. Let go of me. Stop.
Let go.
It's just me.
It's gonna be okay.
It’s not gonna be okay!
It’s always gonna be a mess!
- What? What’s gonna be a mess? - My life.
My whole fucking life!
Why won't she respond to my texts?
I’m sure she has a good reason.
She’s never left me alone this long before.
I know something happened to her.
You don’t know that.
She was pulling away from me.
I could tell.
Everybody wants to get away from me!
Why?
What’s wrong with me?
Ellie.
There's nothing’s wrong with you.
Nothing.
It’s not you.
It's me.
Don't ever think that.
I know what you see, Love. A good man.
But I have my doubts.
You are a genius, Forty Quinn.
If I was your agent, I would be sucking your dick right now.
That's quite an endorsement.
Well, somebody woke up on the wrong side of an acid trip.
Okay. Um, look...
- Last night was a mistake. Okay? - Yeah.
The good kind, right?
No.
- I was high. - Yeah.
I hate when I slide into a girl’s vagina without meaning to.
Stop. No. I’m serious.
If Joe hadn’t booty-called Delilah, I would never...
Wait, what?
The manager from his place?
That Delilah?
See? He’s right.
You are all about him.
- And you were just using me... - Wait, Joe said that?
- Did he tell you what to say to me? - God. Just stop.
You are obsessed with him.
I mean, why else would you still be here
after my sister paid you to go?
I am trying to protect you...
and your sister from a guy who buried me alive.
So you say. You also said your name was "Amy Adam,"
which, come to think of it, sounds really stupid.
What, was "Britney Spear" already taken?
If you had a brain,
you could read between the lines of your own script
and see that you cracked the case.
Hector, the hot sculptor boyfriend who got jealous and killed Beck
and framed Dr. Nicky?
It’s Joe.
Okay, so now if Dr. Nicky is so innocent,
why don't you take your theory to him?
I tried.
He wouldn’t talk to me. No one will.
You know, it’s a little hard when everyone sees you as the crazy ex.
Maybe ask yourself why that is.
Oh, God.
God!
What is it about Joe fucking Goldberg?
Why is it that no one can see him for what he is?
Careful. You're talking about my family.
Huh.
Don’t come crying to me when he kills your sister.
One of those days,
it seemed the sun was in a rush to come down.
Good thing. With it comes the cover I need.
No closer to knowing who killed Delilah.
But I got to get her body off my hands.
Only question is how.
Not getting caught, that I can manage. I've been here before.
It’s Ellie. What is best for her?
-That is what I promised her.
Promised them both.
-Is it better to know Delilah’s dead...
...or always wonder?
Which version of this is worse?
Get Delilah’s phone fixed, man.
Give Ellie a sister a little longer.
She hears what she needs to before losing Delilah forever,
and the rest would be on us.
If there can be an us.
If I’m not the monster who took Ellie’s sister,
we could take care of Ellie.
Be a family.
That’s the best ending of all. The one where love makes everything okay.
Delilah.
It’s Amy.
Will’s ex.
Look, if you’re in there, open up, all right?
Fuck.
Amy Candace.
I was just thinking.
We never got to live out our spectrophilia fantasy.
Ours is a forbidden love, but if I’m a ghost, right?
I mean, I’ll be in and out, and you won’t even know it.
-I mean, you’ll definitely know it, but...
Wait. Hold up! Hold up.
Take this. Give it to Delilah.
And when you fuck her, think of me.
Promise? Anyway, so don't gho...
Delilah.
I’m so sorry.
I don’t know what happened to you, and I want to know.
I told you you would walk out of here.
And I failed you.
But Ellie will be okay.
She will know you love her.
And no matter what...
I will never let her get hurt.
- Back the fuck up! - Easy, easy. Easy, easy.
Ah! Oh!
I told you, Joe. It was just a matter of time.
This isn't what it looks like. I didn’t do this.
Oh, bunny.
Your phone.
- Now! - Oh, shit!
- Give me your phone, Joe. - Okay, okay.
- All right. - Unlock it.
- I can't fucking see. - Now!
Hang on.
The police are never gonna believe you.
You’re locked in a cage with a dead body, Joe.
I think they might believe me this time.
What are you doing?
What are you gonna do?
Thought Love might like to come and see what you’ve done.
No, please! Candace...
Candace, don’t do that.
- Leave her out of this. - You wish.
Sucks to have someone pretend to be you, doesn’t it, Joe?
If I killed this woman,
then I deserve this.
I thought I only ever acted from a place of love.
To protect.
- No! - Stop!
But what type of man would do this?
I'm gonna show you who you really are.
Has Candace been right all along?
Have I been fooling myself?
Have I just been refusing to face who I really am?
- Fucking lying! - No!
Stop! You’re hurting me!
- Get off of me! - Fucking lying!
- Stop! - Tell me his fucking name!
Get away from me! Let go of me! You're crazy!
What am I?
What did you do?
You shouldn’t have done that, Joey.
What did you do?
- Love. - What's going on?
What did you do?
Told you what he did to me,
Beck, and God knows who else.
You couldn’t believe me, so I proved it.
Let him out of there.
No.
This asshole is going to be in a cage for the rest of his life.
Call the cops.
I just wanted you to see it first.
You're crazy.
Tell her.
Tell her you didn’t do this!
I did.
She’s right.
Everything she said about what I did...
is true.
I’m sorry.
You’re not crazy.
I tried to kill her.
I blamed it all on her.
But that was a lie,
like so many others.
I thought I was doing it for the best reasons,
for love.
But, Love...
it wasn't.
It was never really love.
I never knew love until I met you.
I would do anything for you.
I just want to be good enough for you.
I told myself that I could be different, I could do it another way.
But if that was true...
Delilah wouldn't be...
dead.
I couldn't face the truth because I didn’t want to lose you.
I did this.
She figured out I'd killed Henderson,
and I killed her.
Is this how I was always destined to end?
Alone, unloved, waiting for the police to arrive?
Could things have gone any differently?
If I’d walked into a different bookstore...
- Who am I to you? - You're an asshole.
One not run by a Soviet prison guard.
Or maybe... if I’d had different parents...
Mom? Mommy?
You were protecting me.
It had to be done.
You’re a good boy, Joey.
Everything’s gonna be okay.
Listen carefully to every word I say.
You would never hurt anyone.
And that's the truth.
Never.
Much less kill someone.
No...
You're a good boy.
It was just an accident.
A terrible... accident.
Yeah. Yeah, okay?
I’m done with excuses.
I'm done blaming everyone else for the things I’ve done.
I once told Beck,
I learned a lesson when Mooney locked me in.
Hide a spare key.
Love! Hey!
God, leave me alone!
So you can get out of the goddamn cage.
Love.
But it’s time I take responsibility.
-Love.
Accept the punishment for my crime.
That a cage is where I belong.
Where’s Candace?
What happened?
I took care of it.
Subtitle by Matheus Modesto