d
♪ ♪
- Who is she?
What did you tell me?
- A business associate
might stop by later tonight
and chat about
our meeting tomorrow.
- Mm.
- Her name is Miranda.
Just in case.
- Just in case what?
- If a lady shows up,
it's not a weird threesome plot
or anything.
- Okay, well, if my business
associate shows up, it is.
Miranda.
d
[gasps]
- Ms. Bowden, you with us?
- I'm sorry, these flights
make me really tired.
I think I should
get some sleep.
- Of course.
You go get some rest.
We're waiting
on some information
from the Bangkok Police anyway.
You know, surveillance videos
from the hotel.
That sort of thing.
- If you show up
on those videos,
we'll need to speak
with you again,
'cause that would be strange,
right?
- [sighs]
- Okay, so when you guys
were in the room,
what did they say?
Did they talk--
- No, no, no, no, no.
We are not supposed
to talk about it.
That's what they requested.
- Clearly we have to talk
about it.
- The FBI is frightening, okay?
And they are very serious.
Just can't stop thinking
about how awful it is
that that guy in 3C died.
- Cassie, weigh in.
- Oh, I mean, come on, guys.
It is shocking, but people get
murdered every day, so...
♪ ♪
Sorry, I don't--that's awful.
I don't know why
I said that.
I'm really tired.
I'm overly tired.
I'm sorry.
- It's okay.
- Okay, well, you two are a
very special episode right now.
So I'm gonna go
to the little boy's room.
Cassie, whatever you have
going on, shake it off.
See you tomorrow night
for oysters?
- Oh, I love oysters.
- Aw, it's good thing
you live in Oyster Bay.
See you two later.
- Hey, hey, wait.
Just so you know,
I didn't tell the FBI anything
about the thing
that we talked about.
That you went out with 3C.
- Okay, well, I never told you
I went out with 3C,
so I'm glad you didn't.
- Yes, you did.
- No, I didn't.
- You didn't?
Oh.
Anyway, um, don't be mad,
but I might've implied
just a tiny bit
that you were flirting some,
and that I might have seen him
slip you his business card,
but that's it.
- Wha--are you kidding me?
Now your gossip
isn't gonna match up
with the story I told them.
- Story?
What story?
- Whatever!
The truth!
- That were you flirting?
So what?
That's not gonna get you
into any trouble.
- I'm flying to Rome
in two days, okay?
We--can we just agree
to leave this terrible,
crazy thing in Bangkok behind?
Can we do that, please?
- Yeah, sure.
- Great.
- [speaking foreign language]
- Ugh, new route, new me.
♪ ♪
d
f
♪ ♪
[uneasy music]
♪ ♪
[sighs]
[glasses clinking]
[sighs]
Fuck.
Who are you?
Who the fuck are you?
♪ ♪
[glass shatters]
Aah!
Oh, my--fuck!
[inhales sharply]
Ugh!
[Dua Lipa's "New Rules"]
- ♪ One, don't pick up
the phone ♪
- Yeah, right now!
You can do this!
Push it to the limit!
Let's go!
Winners never quit!
20 seconds!
- How is spinning in place
gonna help?
- [sighs]
My God.
Damn it, whatever
Megan said to the FBI
is way more
than she admitted to me,
and she likes to talk.
Plus, you know, I basically
lied to them, so...
- I like Megan.
- Why is our night together
such a blur?
- Alcohol?
- Gotta remember
something useful about Miranda
so I can actually find her.
Alex, she was with us
that night!
She's gotta get me some answers
before the FBI slaps me
in handcuffs.
- Sidebar,
what are you wearing?
- This is for a spin cla--
What?
If you're gonna be here, could
you try being more helpful?
- Wait, am I gonna be here?
What am I even doing here?
Why this place?
These questions feel important.
- No, just finding Miranda
and getting some answers,
that's what feels
important right now.
God, why didn't you tell me
more about her?
- Like what?
Bizarre hobbies?
Her ring size?
A post office box?
What do you mean?
I didn't know
you had to track her down
after my brutal murder.
- Okay, that's fair.
- Look, at least acknowledge
that having dead me
in your head is strange.
Why am I here?
- Look, I woke up
next to your dead body
and totally freaked out, okay?
That's your answer.
Can we get back
to the mystery woman, please?
- Fine, what did I actually
tell you about her?
- Nothing, really.
Just that you guys
were business associates.
- And you still have my
business card in your wallet?
- Wait.
Yes.
I could go to your office.
- Yeah.
- If she worked with you,
they'll know her there.
Maybe she can help me
fill in some of these blanks.
- Yes.
- The rest of your life
starts today!
[curious music]
♪ ♪
- Oh.
It's a rabbit.
- The artist is a client.
The piece is called "Heroism in
the Face of the Modern World
and All of Its
Very Many Hardships."
- Wow, that's a--
that's a lot.
- Don't tell anyone,
but I think that is such
a pompous name for that.
- Yeah, I agree.
[laughs]
- Miss Ricci, you're here
to see Alex Sokolov?
- Yes.
Um...
You can call me Alessandra.
- What a lovely name.
- Thanks.
- And you are a client
of Alex's?
- Yes, I met Ale--
Well, um,
I was recommended to him
by a friend.
That same friend knows Miranda.
Does she work here
by any chance, or...
d
Sorry, do you know Miranda?
- Sabrina.
- No--yeah, no.
- Miss Ricci.
- Mm?
- I'm Jean Miller
with human resources.
Could we speak
in the conference room?
- Yeah.
♪ ♪
He's dead?
Oh, that's so awful.
Poor Alex.
You know, we--we bonded
over Russian literature.
- That surprises me.
He always struck me
as more of an outdoor sports
or sailing type of man.
- He can't read on a boat?
- Well, he can't
do anything anymore,
so I suppose it's a moot point.
Now, you mentioned a Miranda.
- Yeah, Alex had talked about a
business associate in Bangkok.
I mean, we--we had some
mutual friends.
I thought maybe she worked
for Unisphere.
- Hmm, I don't know of anyone.
Do you have a last name?
Do you need her
for some reason?
- No, I mean, he just
talked about her in passing.
I really don't want
to overstep.
- May I ask, Alessandra,
what exactly is your investment
with Unisphere?
[uneasy warbling]
- This woman is onto you,
right?
- Her face barely moves.
Who could tell?
- But it doesn't feel right,
and your hands are shaking.
- This is obviously
part of a much bigger
nervous breakdown.
Please help me.
♪ ♪
Okay, I have to ask you
a really embarrassing question.
- Hmm?
- What is a hedge fund?
[both laugh]
- Yeah, well, that's the thing.
Nobody really knows.
- [laughs]
Oh, really?
- Yeah, that's how I get away
with things.
- That makes me feel
so much better.
- No, seriously,
people just invest with me,
and then I invest their money.
- So you just take people's
money and move it around?
- Yeah.
Most of my clients are invested
in one of our funds.
The Stalwarts account.
- I'm invested in
the Stalwarts account.
- Can you wait here
for just a moment?
I'll get a manager.
[tense music]
♪ ♪
- Okay.
Okay.
[tense music]
♪ ♪
- Miss Ricci!
Miss Ricci, these men
would like to have
a quick word!
- Yeah, sorry, I have
another appointment.
- Miss Ricci!
- Miss Ricci, did you get
everything you needed?
- Uh, yeah, no,
I'm totally fine.
Thank you so--oh, shit!
Oh, my God.
I am so sorry.
You can bill me, okay?
I'm sorry.
- Would you please--
- [sighs]
Oh, no.
[uneasy music]
[rattling]
♪ ♪
- Fuck.
Excuse me.
[panting]
Oh, my God.
[gasping]
d
[cell phone ringing]
What was that?
Hello?
- Ms. Bowden.
Special Agent White
with the FBI.
Could you come in
for another chat?
Coffee's on us.
- No.
Yes, yeah, of course.
Is everything okay?
- How's 10:00 a.m. tomorrow?
Oh, if you've retained counsel,
feel free to bring them.
- Was I supposed
to retain counsel?
- Perfect answer.
Looking forward to it.
- [panting]
[inquisitive music]
♪ ♪
- Getting an early start today.
I'm all for it.
What can I get for you?
- Ooh.
[sighs]
Don't tempt me.
Um, actually, could I--
can I ask you a favor?
- Mm-hmm.
- So I was in here two nights
ago with my coworker Cassie,
and she just got fired,
and um...
You know, I was, like,
I thought we'd just
get her drunk,
you know,
commiserate and all that,
and you know what
she ended up doing?
She insisted on buying.
- Oh?
- Right?
I mean, she just lost her job.
What was she thinking?
So do you think there's any way
that you could, you know,
refund her and let me pay?
You know, I just wanna do
something nice for her.
- We're not supposed to do that
after the fact.
- Well, you know what?
If you could bend the rules
just this once.
- Uh...
[laughs]
Okay.
No Cassie.
Oh, but we do have
a Cassandra Bowden.
- There she is.
That's her.
Yep.
Thank you.
You are my hero.
♪ ♪
[camera shutter clicks]
- So...
that is everything.
- No, no, I--yeah, no.
I got it.
I got it, yeah.
I got it all.
Um, are you okay?
- Um, yeah.
I mean, physically I'm good,
but mentally, I...
[whispering]
I keep seeing his body up here.
- I get it.
- So it's really...
- No, of course.
I'm sorry, I just...
You know,
I asked if you're okay,
and you just experienced
severe trauma,
so of cour--
of course you're not okay.
- No, I'm mostly--
I'm mostly, like...
Right now, I'm pretty good.
- Okay.
Are you sure?
- Mm-hmm.
- Okay, uh...
Then, Cas,
I have to ask you this.
Why the fuck did you
clean everything up?
- I--I don't know.
I was talking to you
on the phone,
and Amanda Knox
just came into my head.
- I'm sorry,
that fucked up phone call
was from the crime scene?
- I know.
[breathing heavily]
Oh, God, I keep having my...
- Okay, okay, Jesus.
- Oh, my God.
- Cassie, it's okay.
- Oh, my God.
- Okay, Cas, you're okay.
You're okay.
- Oh, my God.
- Take a deep breath.
And then--you're okay.
- No, I'm gonna have a panic...
- No, you're not having
a panic attack.
- I'm having a panic attack.
- Jessica!
- Who are you?
Who is that?
You're calling your assistant?
That's Jennifer.
- How would you know that?
- Yep.
- Jessica, grab Cassie
a Topo Chico
from the back of the fridge.
- It's Jennifer.
Wait, Topo Chico?
You have those on hand for me?
- I love you.
They're for me, 'cause
why would they be for you?
'Cause, you know,
you've never been here.
- [sighs]
- Are you okay now?
Should I cancel
your drink order?
- I'm okay.
- Okay, so you mentioned
that there was another woman.
- Miranda.
- Yeah.
- And she could help us if we--
Alex had mentioned she
was a business associate, so--
but it was weird, because when
I went to office this morning,
well, everyone had this very...
- You went to his offi--
Cas, oh, my God.
Cassie, that looks so bad.
Why the fuck
would you go there?
No, don't...
Don't tell me.
Don't tell me
why you would go there.
I can think of, like,
700 well intentioned,
but unwise reasons why
you would've done that.
- Okay, well, the fucking FBI
asked if I had a lawyer,
and I didn't know what to do.
- I am your lawyer, obviously!
- I was hoping
you would say that.
Thank you.
I know you never do pro-bono,
so what can I--
How can I--
- Cassie, I'm your best friend.
I'm not gonna take your money.
- Thank you.
- Okay, I'm gonna see
what I can find out
about this Miranda person,
and I'm gonna look into
Thai extradition laws.
- Annie.
- It's gonna be fine.
And this meeting tomorrow
with the FBI,
we are going
to go there together,
and we're gonna see
what they have on you.
- I was supposed
to start this Rome route,
but I'm definitely not going.
I don't think that--
- You are definitely going.
You have to keep working.
The last thing you need
right now is to get fired.
It's gonna be fine.
You just need
to get some rest, okay?
- I'm gonna get some rest.
- You're gonna meet me
tomorrow morning.
- I'm gonna meet you
tomorrow morning.
- And you're not gonna be late.
- And I'm not gonna be late.
- So, like, actually not late.
- And I'm not gonna
be fucking late.
- Get some rest.
Like, for real.
[cell phone ringing]
d
♪ ♪
Seriously?
Fuck.
[line trilling]
- Cassie.
- Megan, hi.
Listen, that is not me
in the photo, okay?
Didn't we agree to leave
this whole thing in Bangkok?
That was you
I was speaking to, right?
- Of course it was me.
What is that noise?
- I'm at a bar right now.
I'm getting drinks.
I know I probably shouldn't be,
but I'm not
open to your feedback
at the moment.
- The FBI reached out
to me again.
I missed their call,
and I haven't
called them back yet, but...
- So they reached out
to you too.
Oh, that's good, that's good.
- No.
They wanted more information
about you.
- What?
- They probably want
information on
all of us, right?
I mean...
did they say anything
about me?
- No, wait, hold on,
they specifically said
they have questions about me?
- Oh, wait.
Hold on, hold on.
I think Bill just came home.
Hey, hon, hi.
- Hey.
- I'm just on the phone here
with Cassie.
I'll be a minute.
- Cassie's the one
that slept with that dead
Russian guy, right?
- Hey, no, I didn't.
No, I didn't.
- Christ, Bill, please,
just go upstairs.
I'll be up in a minute.
- Megan.
- Cassie, that was Bill
being Bill.
You know him.
- Why would you say that?
Is that what you said
to the FBI too?
- No. Come on.
Cassie,
that photo on the internet--
I mean, seriously,
it looks just like you.
Can we just--
- You know what?
Honestly, if that was me
in the photo, you know what?
Then I guess my life
would be freefalling
down an insane pit
of traumatic shit.
So I guess I go out
to a very, very loud place
to drown out
all the crazy stuff
that's going on in my head,
and you can bet that it
would feel fucking crazy.
But...
[laughs]
It's not me in the picture!
♪ ♪
- Cassie, I just...
If there's anything
that I can do to help.
- Megan, please stop helping,
okay?
Thank you.
- I'm--
- [sighs]
[stomps]
♪ ♪
- [laughing]
d
- What?
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa.
Whoa.
- Cassie, you're here.
- I am.
Sorry, I needed that.
- That was mine, but it's okay.
I thought you were too tired
for oyster night.
- Well, I'm not.
- Shane said you were too tired
for oyster night.
- Yeah, what happened
to your hand?
- Nothing, it's no big deal.
Nothing.
You invited Jada.
Yay.
- Oh, that's fun.
'Cause in a second,
Jada's gonna pull me outside
and say, "You invited Cassie.
Yay."
- You invited Cassie?
- Just like that.
You implied you weren't coming.
- I just have a little
thing in the morning.
It's no big deal.
d
Ugh, I need to shut my brain
off for a few hours, you know?
- Why don't you just let me
look at that for a sec?
Oh, my God.
Were you in a fight?
- Okay, no.
- Did you take someone down?
- No, I cut it on some glass.
It was, like,
the dumbest thing ever.
- Ah, I don't remember
getting the flyer
that Cassie drinks free
all night at this place.
- Hey, next round's on me.
How 'bout that?
Pitchers.
Let's go to that place
we went to last week
where we met those two boys.
- No, no, no.
- Yes.
- No, he blocked me on Grindr.
- What?
- Yes.
- What's Grindr?
- Do they not have Grindr
in New Jersey?
- [laughs]
- They have everything New York
has in New Jersey.
- Where is Shane?
He always invites me
to things
and then disappears,
like, literally...
- He's having so much fun.
Look at him.
- Ah!
Cassie, get us more drinks.
- You get us more drinks.
- No, girl, you still owe me.
- Why?
- Munich.
- What happened in Munich?
- Hello, you threw your shoe
at the bartender,
and then you got us kicked out.
You said it was instincts.
- Fine.
- Two, two!
- Thank you!
Sorry, 'scuse me, but...
- Mm.
Hi.
- Hi.
[laughs]
Two drinks.
That's ambitious.
- This is for my friend,
but to be honest with you,
she is not a friend,
so do you wanna be my friend?
- Oh, this is how
you pick up guys isn't it, huh?
With this, like,
elaborate ruse?
- It's really not
that elaborate, so cheers.
- Cheers.
♪ ♪
- All right, I have
a confession to make.
- What?
- I noticed you earlier
in the bar.
Not in a creepy way.
Wow, that sounded creepy.
- Are you stalking me?
Don't take any pictures.
It's very hot in here.
I'm a little bit sweaty.
- I think--
I think you look great.
I'm Buckley, by the way.
- Buckley?
What kind of name is that?
- It's actually
my grandfather's name, but...
- Okay, Buckley.
I'm Cassie.
- Cassie, nice to meet you.
- [laughs]
Two giant vodka shots!
Please.
Two.
What?
Do you have to work
or something tomorrow?
- Uh, I'm an unemployed actor,
so no, my schedule's
pretty open.
- Oh, that's good.
[laughter]
[cell phone ringing]
Okay, wait, sorry, I have--
Wait, wait, it's my brother!
It's my brother.
- Okay.
- Just hold one second.
Hi, Davey!
- Oh, hey.
Hey, I was just checking
to see,
do you think we need
reservations for dinner
at that sushi restaurant?
- Okay, I cannot hear you!
I cannot hear him.
- Sounds like she's at a bar.
- Shh.
- I know, it's very loud.
I'm in a bar!
- Tell him
you'll call him back.
- Yeah, I should probably
hang up and call him back.
- Well, I can--
- Okay, I'm gonna
call him back.
Okay, bye.
- [laughs]
- Oh, my God.
I...
d
Oh, my God...
♪ ♪
- Hey, are you okay?
- Yeah.
Um, I've just been
having these, like,
these weird thoughts
keep coming to my--
I don't--You wanna dance?
Let's dance.
Let's go that way.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
[Lizzo's "Boys"]
- ♪ Baby, I don't need you ♪
♪ ♪
♪ I just wanna freak you ♪
♪ I heard you a freak too ♪
♪ ♪
♪ What's two plus two? ♪
- ♪ Four, three, two, ow! ♪
- ♪ Boys ♪
- ♪ Make a girl go crazy! ♪
- ♪ Four, three, two, ow! ♪
- ♪ Boys ♪
- ♪ Uh-huh, yeah ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Four, three, two, whoo! ♪
- ♪ Boys ♪
- Sorry.
- ♪ Make a girl go crazy ♪
- ♪ Four, three, two, ow! ♪
- ♪ Done lost your mind ♪
- ♪ Boys ♪
♪ Uh-huh, yeah ♪
♪ Four, three, two, whoo! ♪
- ♪ Boys ♪
- ♪ Make a girl go crazy ♪
- ♪ Four, three, two, ow! ♪
- ♪ Done lost your mind ♪
- ♪ Boys ♪
- ♪ Make a girl go crazy ♪
- [snoring]
[cell phone buzzes]
[solemn music]
♪ ♪
[curious music]
♪ ♪
- Hey.
- [clears throat]
- What's going on?
- Uh, you're late.
And you promised
you weren't gonna be late.
- Okay.
- Oh, and you smell like booze.
I guess you didn't get the rest
that I told you to get.
- Okay, listen,
my apartment was so quiet.
I'm sorry,
I had to get out of there.
I really--I showered,
and I drank so much mouthwash.
I promise.
- Okay.
So I have this niece at NYU,
and she goes
to fraternity parties,
and she has it just, like,
a little more together
than you do.
- Okay, I've met Stacey.
Give it time.
Seriously.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry,
I shouldn't have drank.
You're right.
That was so fucking stupid,
and I really should not
have gone home with that guy.
- Okay, focus.
This lead agent,
Kim Hammond.
- Yeah, yeah.
- She seems like a nice lady.
She's not a nice lady.
She's not your friend.
The FBI knife goes in
very slow.
They want you to fuck up.
So we wanna know
what they know, right?
Just don't fucking lie.
- Of course.
- If you get tripped up,
you can just take the Fifth.
You've heard of that, right?
- Take the Fifth?
What?
I'm not a fucking mob wife.
- No, 'cause that would
be so much easier.
Do you have any idea
how many mob wives
are just, like,
roaming free on Staten Island
rocking knock-off Fendi
because of me?
- Wives, plural?
- Okay, so the only problem
is that the FBI might be doing
what I'm doing, fishing,
in which case, you know,
if you take the Fifth,
that's, like,
a pretty big red flag, so...
- Take the Fifth or not?
Which one?
- Okay, stop spinning,
and look at me
before you answer anything.
And if I smile,
you tell the truth,
and if I nod,
you take the Fifth.
- We got the hotel camera
footage from the Makara Prince.
- Great.
Show me the flight attendant.
What the...
What is this?
- That's the footage.
- That's not the footage.
What the fuck?
- Six hours before Alex's
death, everything goes out.
It's a solid 12 hours of
nothing but worthless static.
Apparently their system's
less than reliable.
- Yeah, or someone killed
the feed.
- Or the Thai police thought
that whatever those cameras
picked up
didn't reflect well
on Thailand.
- Fuck.
- Overconfidence.
So unlike you, Van.
- No, I, uh...
I brought Bowden in again
'cause I thought there'd
be something on those videos.
She's here with her lawyer.
She knows more
than she's saying, Kim.
It's obvious.
What else can we throw at her?
There's gotta be something.
Did any of the details
of the physical evidence
come back yet?
- No, I told you,
it's all slowed up
because it has to go
through State.
d
Look, you brought her
down here.
We've got the photos.
♪ ♪
Let's take a run at her,
see if she tries to flee again.
It's nice to see you again,
Ms. Bowden.
I'm glad you could make it in.
- Yeah.
Yeah, my dad always said,
"You should be the fix,
not the hitch."
- See, I appreciate
that wisdom.
- He also hated the police,
so it's probably--
- [clears throat]
- Yes, I guess that's enough
with the pleasantries.
- I concur.
- Ms. Mouradian, is it?
- Yeah, that's close enough.
- Well, we appreciate
you coming in
and your client deciding
to cooperate.
We find it helps these meetings
go a little bit more smoothly.
What happened to your hand?
- Oh, I cut it on some glass.
Super careless.
- Ms. Bowden, when you were
spending so much time
with Alex Sokolov
on the flight,
did he ever mention
to you anything...
- I mean, what?
What do you mean?
What's so much time?
- She told you he was in
her section, that's all.
♪ ♪
- Did Alex Sokolov ever mention
any concern
for his personal safety?
- No, not at all.
I mean, if he did,
I would've told you
in our first interview
in that creepy room at JFK.
- When you did speak, did he
tell you where he was staying?
- Everyone knows that.
It was online.
- But what I'm asking
is if he told your client.
Got it?
♪ ♪
- I'm sorry,
I have to plead the Fifth.
♪ ♪
- Are you serious?
- Ms. Bowden,
you and your lawyer
said that you wanted to help.
- Oh, well,
she said she was willing
to help, yeah.
I'm just here.
- Do you honestly think
that we,
or the Bangkok Police
for that matter,
really think that you did this?
- I assume that question
is rhetorical.
- No, it's a real question.
Because I'm very much hoping
to keep someone else
from ending up dead.
- Like this.
- [gasps]
d
- It's okay.
Here we go again.
It's just dead me.
The FBI not believing you.
Déjà vu.
- Special Agent White,
I sincerely doubt
that you're allowed
to be exposing these images,
and even if you are,
are you fucking serious?
- This easier to look at?
- Oh, God.
- It's a bad picture,
but that's you.
- Or this?
Is that you?
- Oh, shit!
Oh, my God.
- Ah, it's a new one.
- It's different hair,
but this one taken yesterday
at Alex Sokolov's workplace,
it looks a lot like you too.
- It's okay.
Maybe they can help.
Who knows?
If you don't try,
you'll never find out.
- I just--
I went to his workplace...
- [clears throat]
- 'Cause I wanted to pay
my respects or something.
I wasn't thinking.
I don't know.
d
I--
- It's okay, Cassie.
- Okay, fine, fine, fine.
[sighs]
I met Alex on the plane, we had
dinner in Bangkok, and then we
went back to his hotel room.
- Cas.
- We had sex in his bedroom
and the bathroom.
We had sex a lot of places,
and there were little towels
that were shaped
like elephants,
and a giant infinity pool,
and this hotel waiter came in.
He gave us very strong liquor.
We got extremely drunk.
But when I left
the next morning,
he was very, very alive.
- I would like to take a moment
with my client, please.
- What about Miranda?
- Sorry, there was
someone else there.
A woman.
Her name was Miranda.
She was friends with Alex.
She left early,
but she was there.
- What else can you tell us
about this woman?
- I don't know, because
I can't fucking remember her,
but she was there,
I am telling you.
- Cas, stop talking.
- You have to believe me.
- Cas!
Why did you do that?
- Be where you are.
Know that it's enough.
Any anger or frustration
will pass.
- Why the fuck
did you just do that?
If you weren't
a suspect before,
you sure as hell are now.
- Oh, please.
Please, you know it's me
in the picture.
They know it's me
in the picture.
Fuck, people in space
know it's me in the picture.
- No, they do not!
We do not know
what they know, babe!
That's why we were in there.
- Listen to me.
They probably already have
my fingerprints
and my fucking lip gloss
that I left at the crime scene
when I tried
to clean things up.
- Know that it's enough.
Everything passes.
- Now they just think I'm a
crazy drunk flight attendant,
you know?
Not a killer.
- Okay, well, to them,
you can be both,
and we're lucky that they even
let you walk out of there.
Cas, I am watching you make
some really not good decisions.
What were you thinking?
- You know what I was thinking?
I was thinking,
"I hope Alex wasn't awake,
"and I really hope
he didn't feel anything
when they came
and slit his throat."
[tense music]
- Motherfucker.
Cassie!
- There is only this moment
as you find the calm
to appreciate it.
[rock music]
- ♪ In the beginning ♪
- Look at her.
She does not give one shit.
I mean, you haven't been able
to smoke in a bar
in, like, 20 years.
She has seen some things.
I wanna know what she's seen.
- No, you don't.
You got me day drinking.
- I know.
- All right, when you
psychotically embraced honesty
just now with the FBI,
you didn't mention that
you left the hotel room.
d
- I don't even
really know if I did.
- Okay, yes, but if you did,
that could theoretically
have been
when someone else might've
come in and killed him.
- Okay, but I...
d
♪ ♪
If you're right about that,
about the time
that Alex died...
♪ ♪
That means I was so fucked up
that I got back into bed
with a dead man.
- It's kind of the only thing
that explains
why you're not dead too.
- Oh, my God.
That's just sad.
Like, that's bad, right?
On a personal level,
that is just bad.
- You were blackout drunk,
and that could've--you know,
it could happen to anyone.
- No, it couldn't
have happened to anybody.
This doesn't happen
to anybody, okay?
I don't want to be this person.
- If you got in bed with him
after he was, you know...
- Dead?
- Yes, okay.
If that is in fact
what happened,
it's a thing that happened,
you know?
And it doesn't define you.
- ♪ Now, so put a penny in ♪
- Thank you.
- You're welcome.
- ♪ Running out of time ♪
- I just--why didn't you
take the Fifth?
I don't get it.
I nodded.
I know that you saw him, but we
have, like, that whole thing.
I was like, "I'm gonna nod."
And you were like, "Okay."
- Okay, listen.
Can I fix this?
Just--if I had information
that I could trade with them,
or I mean, I'm starting
to get these memories,
so we could back in there,
have another conversation,
we could figure--
you need to go back in there.
- Okay, you need
to simmer down.
You're doing that thing
where you get obsessive,
and you spin out.
- Annie, I have to get
obsessive about this.
- I am your lawyer.
I will be obsessive about this.
I will figure out a strategy.
You go be a flight attendant,
go home, pack in your little,
like, Marie Kondo way,
take your flight to...
- Rome.
- ♪ I wish we could ♪
- There is nothing
that you can do here.
Do you understand me?
- [sighs]
- Lunch by yourself
on the street?
Okay, so you're upset with me.
- No, Van, I just like
these hotdogs,
and everything doesn't
revolve around you.
- Ouch.
- But since you brought it up,
I am disappointed
with your aggressive attitude
during that interview
and generally.
- Wait, generally?
- Slapping down those photos of
Alex Sokolov's bloody corpse?
Oh, come on.
- Well, someone seems to like
my aggressive attitude
and tactics,
because I've been here
half as long as you,
and we have the same job.
- Is that right?
- Not to put too fine
a point on it, but yes,
I think that's right,
and those pictures rattled
Bowden into changing her story.
- Okay, real talk?
- Always.
- I like you, Van,
but you have to know
that you fit
the FBI's male, pale,
and Yale culture to a tee.
I mean, hell, you probably
had a lacrosse scholarship.
- [laughs]
I mean--
- And that's all fine for you,
but I am a Black woman in a job
that can still feel very much
like a boys' club.
So even though I served
in the Navy,
even though I have
an outstanding tenure
as a federal agent,
I could never get away
with the kind of brash bullshit
that you don't even
think twice about,
because you don't have
to think twice about it.
So tell me one more time
how your attitude
is why we have the same job.
- I hear you.
- Good.
- But I still think
we should've arrested Bowden
for lying to us
in the first place.
- Eh, then her attorney
gets into
getting her statement thrown
out due to diminished capacity.
No.
- Fair enough.
I mean, you could definitely
smell the alcohol on her.
- Why deal with that?
We have more resources
at our disposal.
- What are you thinking?
[curious music]
♪ ♪
- [sighs]
- Come on.
You really think
that flying to Rome
is just gonna magically make
all this go away?
- Just stop, okay?
I have to trust Annie.
Plus, I've hit
a dead end anyway.
- Annie doesn't have
all the information you do.
She wasn't there with you
at Unisphere.
- Oh, yeah,
because that went so well.
Will you please just let me
get back to my normal life?
- Oh, you mean normal
like the rabbits?
'Cause I really wanna talk
about the rabbits you saw
when you were running
out of that building.
[electricity surging]
- You saw that?
Why the fuck can you see that?
- I mean, I don't know.
Trauma?
- No.
It's not--
No.
I, um...
I broke a rabbit.
[stammering]
It was a statue.
This very large,
expensive statue of a rabbit.
That's why I was
thinking about it,
and I probably ruined
that poor, very nice
receptionist's week.
- I'm not sure
how nice she was.
- No, she was fine.
She just made, like,
a face when I brought up...
[investigative music]
Miranda.
Oh, my God, wait, she made
this "kill me now" face
when I mentioned her.
Oh, my God.
What was her name?
Sabrina!
Sabrina, yes, maybe she
can help me get out of this.
- Right.
Wait, what about your flight?
- I can do both I think.
I don't know.
I actually don't know
what I'm doing.
I think I can do both.
- Just for the record,
I still wanna talk
about the rabbits.
- Fuck off.
Okay, we have to find
a better way to communicate
'cause this is not working
for me.
d
♪ ♪
- "As ever, I'm loneliness
and ready maybe for weeping,
or whether perhaps
there's a witness."
- Okay, trying to concentrate.
I have a flight in three hours,
and you're quoting poetry
to me?
Can you try to be
a little helpful?
- Okay, I also brought these,
you know?
But I've never been
on a stakeout before,
so might be a bit overkill.
- Oh, great, great.
So I'm losing my mind.
That's great.
Okay, listen,
that receptionist at Unisphere,
she knows way more about
Miranda than she's acting like.
I've gotta talk to her,
although she probably thinks
I'm fucking insane,
because obviously I am.
[cell phone ringing]
- ♪ I need you ♪
♪ I need, I need you ♪
- Hey, Davey.
I know I owe you a call.
I'm sorry.
It's just been nuts.
- Yeah, sounds like
your pretty busy.
- Yep, that's me.
But look, I'm answering.
[chuckles]
What's going on?
- Okay, not to be dramatic,
but I just had this feeling
that maybe that this trip
is a bad idea.
- Davey, oh, my God,
I'm sorry I missed your call
or your many, many calls,
but I've been a little bit
crazy, all right?
- It's not about
the phone calls.
I mean, I'm OCD,
and I'm a jerk sometimes,
but I'm not petty.
- Okay, then what the hell
is the problem?
- It's just,
we're not kids anymore.
It just seems like you--
not you, but your lifestyle,
just might be
a little too intense for us.
[chuckles]
d
- You know,
maybe you're being nice,
which is making things
a little unclear.
- How many drinks
have you had today?
- Oh, that's more direct.
- Bet it's more than three.
- I--
- More than four?
Am I wrong?
I'm not?
Are you okay?
Because I need to know
before you are around my girls.
♪ ♪
- Yes.
Yes, of course I'm okay.
Just come to New York.
Bring your beautiful family,
and I will be present
and alert,
and it is gonna be fine.
It's gonna more than fine.
It's gonna be fantastic.
- Okay.
- Okay, good.
I love you.
- Love you too.
- Listen, I'm gonna see you
in a couple days, okay?
I promise you,
it's gonna be amazing
for all of us.
- Okay.
Bye.
[easy listening music]
- ♪ Na, na, na, na, na, na ♪
♪ ♪
- Vodka on the rocks, please?
Thank you.
Hi.
- Hey.
- Sabrina, right?
I came in the office
the other day
and like, broke everything.
That's me.
- Oh, yeah.
- I just wanted--
- Yeah, I'm sorry, we can't
answer questions about work
if that's what you're here for.
- Oh, okay.
No, no, that's okay.
Well, can you just wait
a second?
Can I explain myself
for one second?
- I can't say anything
about work.
- I totally understand.
I saw you walking in.
I wanted to come in
and apologize.
Please, just one second?
- Sure, yeah.
[laughs]
- Okay, I left
in an emotional huff.
I'm so embarrassed,
but they mentioned,
you know, they said that
Alex had died out of nowhere,
and it was a horrible moment,
and I'm sorry
if it got you in trouble,
or I wanted
to maybe buy you a drink.
♪ ♪
- Alex was so great.
His death was a real blow.
- Yes.
- I understand that.
- Look, could we--how 'bout we,
like, cheers to Alex, maybe?
- [laughs]
Sure.
- Cheers.
- Okay, good.
- [laughs]
[cell phone ringing]
Oh, your--
do you need to get that?
- Nope.
Hey, it's Cassie.
I'll probably call you back.
[beeps]
[mysterious music]
- [sighs]
You're 15 minutes late, Mason.
- Shit, Mrs. Briscoe.
We had a customer.
What can I do?
- Don't swear.
Do you have them?
- Yeah.
Don't worry.
None of these flash drives
got scanned into inventory.
Guess they "got lost"
or something.
[laughs]
- [scoffs]
- Nice.
What are these again?
- They're drugs.
I don't know, just take them.
Find out.
Have fun.
Oh, but don't take them
all at once, okay?
Because if you die,
your mother's gonna kill me,
and I don't want a double
funeral with a boy named Mason.
- That's really dark,
Mrs. Briscoe.
- [scoffs]
Fucking kid.
- Cheers.
- [laughs]
Cheers.
- Oh, sorry,
I just spilled all over you.
- Oh, that was me.
That was me.
- No, it's me.
- What was I talking about?
- We are talking about--
- Oh, yeah.
I was talking about the rabbit.
- Oh, my God.
Yeah.
- They keep
that rabbit sculpture there,
but no one will admit
it's a goddamn rabbit.
- Oh, my God, I broke it.
- I'm so glad you broke it.
- That was so embarrassing.
- Oh, my gosh.
They're the worst there,
oh, but Alex is really nice.
- Hey, you know,
about Alex actually.
Never mind, I don't want
to upset you more
than you are about that, so...
- Oh.
Oh, no, Alessandra.
You're great.
[laughs]
You can ask me anything.
Ask me.
- Okay, okay.
Do you remember
I mentioned a Miranda to you,
and your face went,
like, crazy?
- Ugh, Miranda Croft?
- Who?
- Ugh, Miranda Croft.
Oh, my God.
She's the worst.
I hate her.
Sorry if she's, like,
your best friend or anything.
- What?
No.
No, no, no, I actually
barely know her,
but do you know her
really well, or...
- Mm-hmm, mm-hmm.
I used to cover
Alex's desk sometimes
and then Miranda would call in.
I cannot believe
he was dating her.
- Were you dating
this Miranda person
while we were in Bangkok?
- Sounds like it.
- [sighs]
Oh, jeez.
I really don't want you
to be a liar.
[investigative music]
Wow, you know, I didn't know
he was seeing someone.
- Mm-hmm, I pick up
on those things.
- Oh.
- I'm smart like that.
- Oh.
- And I eavesdrop
on a lot of calls.
- Oh.
- But anyway, I think
he broke it off recently.
- There it is.
See?
That's good.
- Oh, yeah, no,
that makes sense.
Right, that definitely
makes sense.
- Oh, oh, but when
they were together,
she would call in, like,
screaming, volatile...
- What?
- She's violent.
- You must be exaggerating
a little.
She must have
some good qualities.
Tell me more.
- Okay.
I'm not saying stalker,
but stalker.
- Oh, my God.
♪ ♪
- Sounds like Miranda's
not gonna be very helpful.
I mean, it sounds like...
♪ ♪
d
- She killed you.
♪ ♪
[ominous music]
♪ ♪
[exciting music]
♪ ♪