[train horn blowing]
f
♪ ♪
- [over PA] Your attention,
please, ladies and gentlemen.
This train is now arriving
at Yonkers.
Please take this time to look
above and around your seat
and gather
all personal belongings.
Have a good day.
♪ ♪
- Excuse me. Hi.
There's a woman chasing me.
I think she might
have a weapon.
She is right--
- Where is this woman?
- What happened to your shoe?
- Wha--no, she was--
♪ ♪
f
♪ ♪
[buzzer sounds]
- Annie? Annie, it's me.
Will you buzz me up?
I-I lost the--the extra key.
- Oh, like your ID
you didn't lose
'cause you don't lose things?
- What?
That was totally different.
And I-I'm sorry I stopped
messaging you today.
It just--it got so crazy.
You have no idea.
- You have no idea the strings
that I pulled
to get you
out of that house, Cass.
- Wait, what?
Annie, wait, what do you mean?
What did you do?
I'm sorry.
I didn't know
you were this upset.
- Cass, I thought
you were in real danger.
Do you get that at all?
- I'm sorry. I--
Hi, c-could you let me in?
I'm staying
with my best friend.
I lost the extra key.
It's a whole thing.
Mrs...?
- Hassler.
- Yes.
- It's no problem.
- Thank you.
- Oh, dear, where are
your shoes?
- Mrs. Hassler, this is
Annie Mouradian from 4G.
Please don't let
that woman in.
I do not know who that is.
- Oh, no, no,
she knows who I am. She's--
Okay, we're gonna--
Yep, we're gonna do that, okay.
Annie, I saw her.
I saw Miranda.
[dramatic music]
[buzzer sounds]
- Okay, so you got chased
by a dangerous criminal,
and now you're holding a bag
of stolen trash in my face.
No, I have no idea
why I was worried.
- Listen, it's evidence, okay?
I was--I was improvising.
I thought maybe if we, like,
taped it all together,
we would have an answer.
- And what's on your feet?
- Oh, my friend Shane
gave me his socks.
I did a weird thing.
- Can I?
Yeah, cool, thanks.
- Yeah.
- We sh--we should--
- Yeah, hey, babe, listen, um,
just for a sec.
Uh...
look, I know you're going
through a lot right now.
Um, hear me out.
I think you might be suffering
from a little bit of PTSD.
- Okay, Annie, really, I'm not.
- Look, you saw some really
fucked-up shit in Bangkok,
and we have barely talked
about it at all.
Cass, you know
that you can talk to me
about more than just, like,
psychotic women
and the FBI, right?
- Try telling her
how you feel.
I mean, she's your friend.
She'll get it.
- Alex, I don't know--
Where would I even begin?
- Well, you could start
by telling her
that you're already
talking to me.
- No, that would not
go over well, okay?
Plus, everything I'm feeling
is just so fucked up.
It's just, Annie,
I can't deal with more
than one problem at a time.
Like, that's all
I can do right now.
- Yeah.
Yeah. No, I got it.
I got that.
- Come here. Thank you.
I love you.
- I love you.
Okay.
Yeah, okay, stop crying.
- Okay, listen,
Miranda, right?
She is not the person
that we thought she was.
Well, I mean,
she is still a murderer
who broke into my apartment.
- Okay, if she's not
a psychotic ex,
then why is she specifically
targeting you?
- I don't--maybe she thinks
I know something from Bangkok--
I don't know.
- Babe, these aren't even
cross-shredded.
Taping these together
wouldn't be the craziest idea.
- Look!
- I found weirder things
in other people's trash.
- Max thinks it's a good idea.
- No, I don't think it's good.
I just don't think it's crazy.
- He's supportive, though.
I like that.
- Okay, listen, you guys,
we're gonna need
some, like, properly legally
acquired evidence
that isn't stuck together
with Scotch tape, you know.
- Okay, listen, I was thinking,
if Miranda got off that train,
there has to be cameras
somewhere
on the platform, right?
- Okay, look,
I have a guy at the MTA...
- Yes!
- Who might be able
to pull some tapes.
I don't want you
to get your hopes up.
- Okay.
- Holy fuck!
I got a match.
The crowd goes wild!
[imitates cheering]
- I want to see that.
- Oh, okay.
- You're a killjoy, see?
- I am not a killjoy.
- Look at that, it's a match.
- Max.
- Hmm?
- Are you coming to bed, or...?
Great.
No, cool.
Okay, have fun!
- Hey.
- We need tape.
- Yes, good idea.
- Now.
- Tape, all right.
[cell phone chimes]
- Oh, shoot.
- No, Cassie, no one
ever calls back from a text
unless it's bad news.
- She called back from a text?
- No.
Everything is fine.
Everything's fine.
We can't meet at my apartment
tomorrow morning.
- What?
- It is fine.
Someone kind of--
kind of sort of broke in.
- That's not fine.
Are you okay?
- Yes, yes, I am,
and it was weird.
They didn't even take anything.
- Okay, um...
I-I just have to ask--
um...
did someone really break in,
or do you just not want us
at your place?
- Oh, my God, Davey,
I would not lie
about something like this.
- Right, okay.
So we'll, um--we'll just meet
at the aquarium, then.
- Great, yes, I'll see
you guys at 12:30.
- At 12:00?
- 12:00. That was a test.
- [chuckles awkwardly]
Okay, bye.
- I love you.
I'll see you then.
- Popular, huh?
- Oh, that was my brother.
He's just--
He's a lot. I don't know.
[cell phone chimes]
- [scoffs]
- Okay.
- Yeah, I got another match.
- Wow.
- I think this is gonna go
pretty quick.
- I like your optimism.
- Yeah.
Oh, you know what? We should
have gotten some flower.
This would have been
so much better if we were high.
[techno music]
♪ ♪
- Okay, I'm impressed.
♪ ♪
- Nothing here is problematic
or even worth
getting fucking murdered over.
I mean, it's just a bunch
of stuff about Lionfish.
It's a holding company.
The only crossover I see
with Alex Sokolov
is that he was on the board
of one of their companies--
Minute Jets.
- I remember that name.
Yes, yes, Minute Jets
flies from Teterboro
to Portland, Maine,
every single day.
- New Jersey and Maine?
This conspiracy got less sexy.
- I mean...
- Wait.
Look, also on the board...
- Oh, my God.
- Bam.
- M-I? That could
totally be Miranda.
- Okay, so what's the big deal
about this particular flight?
- Okay, let's see, let's see,
it takes off at 3:00,
lands at 4:55,
takes off again at 5:11.
I mean,
why would it just refuel
and turn right back around?
- It's not a crime,
but it--it is strange.
f
♪ ♪
- You know, when you make
a mess in here,
it affects both of us.
- Your mom said these specific
Lionfish documents
could make you look guilty.
Is there something
about those weird flights
that got you killed?
- Wow.
If I got killed over
a refueling pit stop in Maine--
- Okay, okay,
maybe it's about what happens
during the four hours
in the air.
- They could be performing
ritual sacrifices.
How do we know?
- Well, I do know exactly
where they'll be at 3:00.
- I was joking.
What, you're going
to New Jersey today?
What about your
brother's visit?
- Okay, look, I could get
arrested tomorrow
or attacked by a crazy stalker.
Time isn't really on my side.
Besides, I got to know
exactly what those people
are doing on that plane.
- Now you're getting
on that plane?
You cannot do that.
- The plane is where whatever
is happening on the plane
is happening.
- And maybe you'll
get yourself in trouble.
- And maybe find out
exactly why Miranda
thought you had to die.
- Wow, this is a reckless
and manic plan.
- Noted.
Okay, but if everything
goes to plan, you know,
I should make it back
just in time
for my dinner with Davey.
Shit, is that the time?
I got to go.
- Well, what about this?
- Yeah. No, you're great.
Thank you for your help.
I like you.
[cell phone ringing]
- Hey, you.
- Hey!
- What's going on?
- Uh, Megan, quick question--
do you moonlight
for Minute Jets?
- Uh, no, I'm with Jetset.
You're probably
thinking about Nate.
- Nate? Really?
Ugh.
- He flies with them
all the time,
but I guess when you gamble
as much as Nate does,
you need the money.
- Oh.
- That man is way too young
to be such a mess.
- Thanks for the info,
and, um, for what it's worth,
really glad
we're back to normal, huh?
- I am, too. Me too.
I-I gotta go.
Bye. Okay.
Hon, go to the car.
- Can I have the keys?
- Yes.
No driving.
- [chuckles]
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♪ ♪
- Hey, Nate, it's--
it's Cassie.
Sorry to bother you.
I've got kind of a weird favor.
It's actually
a long story, but--
- Can't do a long story
right now, Bowden.
Also, you still owe me
an apology
for that full 180 in Seoul.
- Okay, I'm--I'm sorry
for kicking an ice bucket.
- Guess that counts.
If you need to talk,
I'll be done
at Muscle Doctrine at 11:45.
Come by.
- Yeah.
No, actually, this doesn't need
to be an in-person thing.
I'm meeting my family
at Coney Island.
Listen, quick question--
you moonlight
for Minute Jets, right?
Do you ever take
the Maine route?
- Yeah, every day I'm free,
like today at 3:00.
- Oh, um, okay.
Well, is there any way you
can get me on your flight crew?
- Okay, that's a weird ask.
Yeah, I guess I could.
We can assign our own crews.
Depends on the reason.
- Um, actually,
I can't really say.
It's not
an important reason, so...
- Then, no, I'm not crazy.
I won't jeopardize a solid gig
that pays more than
it should for you.
- I can make it
worth your while.
- Oh, yeah?
- Money, Nate.
How much does
that gym cost you, huh?
$300 a month?
Got any other expenses,
maybe gambling debts?
- Damn it, Megan.
- What is that flight
worth to you?
[knock at door]
- Annie is here.
- Oh.
- Thank you.
- Mm-hmm.
- Our firm has a policy
to never approach
our clients for favors.
- Diana, listen, I know
that I shouldn't have contacted
one of our clients
with a personal request.
It's just--
- Everything was sorted?
I'd hate for this to fall
on your shoulders for nothing.
- Yes, uh,
the issue was resolved.
- I had a law professor
who referred
to the law as a shield.
- Right, of course,
to protect our clients.
- And to protect us
from our clients,
but you made that call.
You dropped your shield,
and now you owe these people.
- Listen, Diana, I never meant
to put the firm in any--
- The client
will call you shortly.
I can tell you from experience
that whatever
they ask you to do...
will not be pleasant.
And I never want
to know about it.
Understand?
[dynamic music]
♪ ♪
- Oh, fuck,
I was gonna be early.
♪ ♪
[Summer Kennedy's "Gold Rays"]
♪ ♪
Hey, girls.
- [gasps] Aunt Cassie!
- [squeals] Oh, no!
Come here!
Oh, my God, you're so big!
What happened?
Where have you been?
Hi, bro-bro.
- Hi.
It's good to see you.
- Yes, you too.
Sorry I'm a little bit late.
- Oh, that's okay.
- Hi. Mwah.
- Ah, don't worry about it.
Oh, my goodness,
did you miss me
as much as I missed you?
Come here. Hug me.
Don't let me go.
- ♪ I'm going up,
up in the air ♪
♪ I'm walking on gold rays ♪
♪ I'm going up,
up to the clouds ♪
♪ I'm walking on gold rays ♪
♪ ♪
- Dad, can we have one?
- Ah, I don't think so.
- Oh, let--let me get one
for you.
Auntie Cassie will get you
a little gift.
- Oh, no, it's not--
it's not about who buys it.
It's just--
we're trying to teach them
you don't need something just
'cause you want it, right?
- We think it'll be good
for them in the long run,
but it ain't easy.
- No, 'cause, guys, remember,
the gift today is...
Remember? Is the experience
of being here together.
- Wow.
That's a pretty existential
gift for little kids.
Ooh, you're so mean.
Can you believe
all those fishies, guys?
[cell phone chimes]
- It's so nice.
- It is.
- They're beautiful.
- Aren't they?
Oh, hold on, one second.
You guys sit right there, okay?
- I don't want to see them
on the floor.
- Hey, Megan.
- Oh! You're there.
Hey, sorry about that.
Listen, I was thinking about
you and Nate,
not you and Nate, but, um...
why do you need that info
on those private routes?
- Yeah, I can't
really talk about that.
It's a little bit personal,
so...
- If it means
that you're shifting over
and you're not gonna be
my bid buddy anymore,
it affects me.
- Listen, I get it.
I hear you. I totally do.
But I cannot talk
about this right now.
I'm actually
watching my nieces.
[ominous music]
Girls?
♪ ♪
Maya, Eve?
Where did the girls go?
They were here
two seconds ago.
- Kids are always running off
for attention.
I remember when I was little,
this neighborhood girl Daphne
ran off in a supermarket,
and her mother
freaked out and--
no, that's a bad example
because Daphne actually
was kidnapped.
Can you believe
that they found her body
by the Long Island Expressway?
♪ ♪
- Girls?
♪ ♪
- Hey.
Just breathe.
- [panting]
♪ ♪
[laughter]
- Oh, my--
girls, you scared me
half to death.
You cannot do that to me
ever, ever again.
Do you hear me?
- Oh, my God.
- Hey!
- Dad.
- Oh, what--
is everything all right?
- Yeah!
- You okay?
- Let's, um--let's keep going.
- Uh, okay.
- Come on!
- [murmurs] Let's go.
- Yeah.
- Okay, let's keep going.
Well, we saw the sharks.
- [exhales deeply]
[dynamic music]
How much are these whales?
♪ ♪
[whispering]
Girls, girls, listen,
I could not let you guys
leave New York
without a little souvenir
from your auntie, okay?
Turn around.
I'm putting these
in your backpack.
Shh, don't look!
[zipper closes]
This is going to be
our little secret, okay?
- Thank you.
- I love you both so much.
All right, hold hands.
Let's go.
Secret, secret.
- Yeah.
- [chuckles]
- Will you watch the girls?
I want to talk to Cassie.
Hey, so what's the deal
with the apartment?
Did you call the police?
- Oh, God,
this isn't Denver, okay?
We only call the police
if we're getting,
like, decapitated
or something.
- Oh, well, then you
wouldn't call them.
- That's all. No.
- That'd be dumb.
- [laughs]
- Don't call the police.
- I'm totally fine.
I'm staying with Annie.
I'm getting the locks changed.
You don't have to worry.
- Oh, okay.
- I swear, it was no big deal.
- Do you want to come
back to the hotel,
kill time with us
until dinner?
[clock ticking]
- Oh, God, I would love to.
I have to go do
this stupid work thing, but--
- Oh, no, of course.
- This was so much fun.
- It was.
- Oh, my God.
- Thanks for making the time.
- I love you so much.
You had fun today, too.
- I did.
- I saw. You were laughing.
- A little bit.
- You were smiling a lot.
- Love you--
- I'll see you at dinner.
I can't wait for dinner, okay?
- Yeah. Okay.
- Okay. Okay.
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♪ ♪
- Hey.
- You're late.
Galley and lav left.
Up front's my wingman, Howie.
- Okay. So you want me to,
like, I don't know, duty-wise,
make drinks,
or what do you want?
- Well, everyone on
the manifest is here already.
So just do your preflight
and buckle in, and we can go.
- There's no--
no one here yet.
- I said I don't know
how they stay in business,
and I don't want to know.
So I see all eight passengers,
don't you, Howie?
And if a curious FAA rep
should ask,
you see them, too, right?
- Okay, great.
[mysterious music]
♪ ♪
- Your own private flight.
- Okay, where are
all the people, Alex?
Where are the people
I'm supposed to be
eavesdropping on?
There's no one on this plane.
- Okay, I can
tell you need to relax.
So why don't we just dance
for a bit?
- Well, what happens
when we land?
- We'll just have to wait
the duration
of the 2-hour flight,
and then we'll see.
You can either grind
your teeth or dance with me.
- Okay, but there's no music.
I don't want to--
- ♪ 'Cause I'm leaving... ♪
- Oh, my God. I hate this song.
- [laughs]
- ♪ Don't know when I'll... ♪
- Feels like you're trying
to distract me.
Maybe it's working a little.
- Good.
- [chuckles]
I'm on one
of your planes, Alex,
doing something illegal.
- We were doing
daily flights to Maine.
Why--why is that
necessarily illegal?
- What are we,
picking up crates of lobsters?
I mean, come on, we can't--
♪ ♪
- Have you done this before?
- Oh, yeah, so many times.
♪ ♪
- ♪ Every place I go
I'll think of you ♪
- I'm a guy you met once.
Why am I so important?
- ♪ When I come back,
I'll bring your... ♪
- I'm not gonna say
I'm falling in love with you,
because you're dead
and that would be insane.
- ♪ And smile for me ♪
- Attention, Cassie Bowden.
In a few minutes,
we're gonna be taking
this bird
down to Portland Airfield.
Expecting a few whips
from the tail off this
jet stream, so buckle up.
[door closes]
- Oh, Jesus Christ
al-fucking-mighty, Victor!
- Ha!
- How long have you been
sitting there for?
- Only a few minutes.
I have dinner plans.
So I was gonna leave
and come back tonight
and scare you,
but, uh, it all worked out.
- Well, what a--
what a nice surprise.
- Bangkok...
what a fuck-up.
Right?
Don't I pay you
to make sure such things
don't become a headache?
- Yes, but I didn't want
to bother you with the details,
and I'm already
into fixing it, so...
- We'll circle back to that.
It is so odd to me
that you never unpack.
- Yeah, I suppose it is,
but, you know, I just hate
to leave anything behind.
- Oh.
Did you get back
what Alex took?
Did you find out who this woman
works for, what she knows?
- Victor, it has only been
a few--
- While you've been busy
not cleaning up Bangkok,
oh, and publicly
chasing people on trains,
things have become complicated.
Janet Sokolov
is threatening to freeze
our remaining cash.
Miranda, you used to be
much better
at managing things.
So, quickly...
tell me what you have
so I'm not disappointed.
- Cassandra Bowden--
American, flight attendant,
but she has multiple passports
and has been to Unisphere
and the Sokolov home
in the past week.
So I'm--
I'm not buying that story.
- And does she have
my personal property?
- I don't know yet.
- It's not your problem
anymore.
You're on the way
back to London--fun.
- Victor, don't sideline me.
This is my fuck-up to fix,
and I have--
- I already have
a contingency plan in place.
Listen, Miranda,
if I ever see you
near that blonde again...
I'll be unhappy.
Do not make this
one of your obsessions.
[tense music]
Take your well-packed bag,
get on a plane.
♪ ♪
Good chat.
♪ ♪
Travel safe.
[door opens]
[door closes]
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♪ ♪
- Easy money, huh?
- Uh, yeah.
What are in those containers?
- Well, they pay us
not to care.
You pay me not to care
why you really wanted to be
on this flight.
- Okay, here.
♪ ♪
- Wheels up in 15.
- [whispering] Fuckin' guy.
♪ ♪
Fuck.
♪ ♪
[whispering] Okay, okay, okay.
- Ah! Oh, God!
- So what do you say, Bowden?
You want to finish
what we started in Seoul?
- Jesus Christ, you scared
the shit out of me.
What are you doing? Stop!
- Relax, I was just kidding.
- God!
- No big deal.
You shouldn't have gotten
off the plane.
- Okay, I have
dinner reservations at 8:00,
and I intend to be early,
so get back in the cockpit
so we can leave, okay?
[exhales deeply]
♪ ♪
[plane door whirring closed]
♪ ♪
[mouthing words]
♪ ♪
- Oh, hey, uh, where are we
with the MTA footage?
- Right, your friend
in the transit authority called
and said he wouldn't be able
to pull that footage
without raising red flags.
- Great, I'm gonna need
a different answer than that.
[cell phone vibrating]
Have a good night!
Hey.
- Annie!
- What's up?
Are you still at the apartment?
Everything okay?
- There is no one
on the plane, okay?
That's the whole point--
no one on the plane.
Okay, I think--
I think I might know...
- Cassie.
- What Alex was doing
that got him killed.
- Okay, I literally
can't hear you.
- I think Alex and Miranda
were using jets to move things.
[static whirring over phone]
- Cassie?
- Right? I only saw a battery,
but I kept clicking.
Annie, they make
rocket launchers.
Can you hear me?
- Hello?
Cass?
- Okay, what if Alex
and Miranda
were--were partners in some
sort of smuggling scheme?
- Okay, your connection
is terrible.
Can you please just call me
when you get on the ground?
- Annie, Annie--
[sighs]
- Hi, honey.
- Hi, sweetie.
- Mwah.
How was work?
- [groans]
Listen, um, do me a favor.
From now on, no eBay
with my laptop, all right?
I'm trying to work
on this thing.
It's just gotten
ridiculously slow,
and I think it probably
has a virus and--
- Really?
- Yeah, it's...
- Well, then maybe
you should speak
to your son about that, Bill.
- Why?
- Do you know what I saw him
watching on that?
- What?
- Porn, highly graphic porn.
- What? No.
- Yes!
- Come on,
he's not even old enough
to know what that even is.
- Oh, God, he's 15.
He's been watching porn
for at least 5 years now.
And if it wasn't him,
that means someone else
left that browser open
on that porno site.
- Well, then I will
definitely...
[laughter]
Talk to Eli.
- Come here, my bad boy.
Come here.
[laughter]
Mwah.
- Eli, where are you?
- [laughs]
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♪ ♪
[indistinct chatter]
[train horn blowing]
[light jazz playing]
♪ ♪
- Oh, hello!
You are a few minutes late.
You're gonna have
to work on that.
Oh, my God, calm down.
It's one drink.
Where's Rick and the girls?
- They're back at the hotel.
- Really? Why?
Everything okay?
♪ ♪
[laughing]
I'm s--
I'm sorry. Are you mad that
I bought a gift for my nieces?
- Well, did you hear me
tell them no?
We did talk about it, right?
- Jesus, yes.
- I mean, yes or no?
- Yes!
I didn't think
it was that big of a deal.
- [scoffs]
It's just you think
Aunt Cassie can just fly in
on her magic umbrella
one day a year,
break all the rules,
there are no consequences.
- Okay, come on,
don't you think you're
overreacting a little?
I mean, my coworker
lets her kid ride
on the front of her car
when it's hot out.
- Well, that person
should be arrested.
- Totally.
So don't go crazy on me.
It's stuffed animals, come on.
- No, it's a secret that you
asked my kids to keep from me.
- You know, I thought
this would be
a nice little gift
for my nieces.
- You think I don't get it,
do you?
- Oh, my God.
f
- You and Dad had
your secret little codes
and your friendship.
It made you feel special,
and I...
but making my kids like me less
isn't going to make them
love you more.
All right,
you want love, you should...
just probably get a dog.
- Wow.
Wow, you are--
that is--
you're always out to make me
the bad guy--it's crazy.
I mean, it's so sad 'cause
I felt so close to you today.
- You showed up drunk,
smelling of mouthwash
instead of liquor,
but, you know...
[pounds table]
Dad used to pull the same shit.
- Shh!
- Oh, he did it better.
- Are you kidding me?
Fuck that.
I wasn't drunk today.
Plus, you throw drinking
one vodka in my face
every time you're a little mad.
So I'm kind of immune
to it by now.
- One drink, when the other
glass is sitting right there.
- God, you twist
everything I say
to make your fucking point.
[cell phone chimes]
- Cassie, were you drunk
at the aquarium today?
- You know what?
that is such a--
Shit.
[glass breaks]
Oh, my God,
I'm so sor--so--
You know what? Fuck that.
Everyone is drunk to you.
- Hi, I am gonna have
to ask you two
to keep your voices down,
or you can take
your conversation outside.
- Okay.
- I'm sorry. We're done.
- Yeah, I'm going to
cover the drinks, okay?
♪ ♪
- Here, this should cover
the--the bottle
that I'm sure you're gonna get
on the way home.
♪ ♪
- Davey.
[grunts]
Hey, you just leave right in
the middle of a conversation?
- Conversation?
Is that what that was?
Well, thanks
for the advice, Dad.
- Oh, my God. Jesus, stop
making everything about Dad.
- God, well, maybe you should
stop acting like him.
- You have so many
fucking issues with him
that you just keep
throwing on top of me.
- What, Dad drunk
and referring to you
as the son he never had
right in front of me,
while you're sitting there
laughing,
sitting with him,
drinking his goddamn beers?
f
How do you think
that made me feel, huh?
- Davey, I'm--I'm sorry.
I didn't know that was--
I didn't know that happened.
I don't remember that.
- Well, history lesson
from someone
who can't even remember
how today went, so.
- Uh--
don't you think if I knew
that happened,
I would have obviously been
on your side?
- Wow. You just have rewritten
our childhood--
neat little storybook,
haven't you?
Dad's great,
and I'm just an OCD asshole,
no reason at all.
- Hey, did I rewrite the part
where you abandoned me
when you were 18?
You left. I had nobody.
- No, you got that right.
- Yeah.
- I got out of there
as fast as I could.
- Yeah, you did.
How do you think
that made me feel?
- I ca--I can't.
- I-I'm so--I didn't know that
that happened to you.
I don't remember any of that.
I don't--
- I'm sorry that you choose
to remember things that way...
'Cause I had hoped
that you'd finally see things
the way they really were.
[somber music]
I love you, but...
[grunts] Maybe I was just lying
to myself, too.
♪ ♪
- [whimpers]
[crowd cheering]
- You got this.
Just breathe.
[cheers and applause]
Hey, hey, let her win.
[spoon clatters]
What are you doing, man?
[crowd groans]
Let your sister win, okay?
[crowd jeering]
Shut up, it's my son.
- What--
No.
None of this is--
I won that race.
My dad was super proud of me.
We had fun.
- Well, this doesn't look
like fun.
- She bumped into me.
She bumped into me.
Oh, shut up, all of you.
- I mean, none of--
I just thought about
this earlier today, just today.
This is--this is not
how that went down.
- Then why is it here
in your head?
[spoon clatters]
- This is not what happened.
f
♪ ♪
[cell phone vibrating,
indistinct chatter]
♪ ♪
- It's Annie.
That's all you get.
- [whimpers]
♪ ♪
[cell phone ringing]
♪ ♪
- You got Shane.
Leave a message.
♪ ♪
- Just when I thought
I was getting ghosted.
[doorbell chimes]
- Hi.
- What are you doing here?
I didn't say anything. I mean,
I did, but I was drunk, so--
- No, no, no, Sabrina,
it's all right.
I just stopped by for a chat
about the woman
you had drinks with.
- You mean Alessandra Ricci?
- Oh, okay, that's--
that's her name.
Yeah, yeah, let's talk
about her.
I want to know everything,
yeah, and I brought
some very expensive cupcakes
that we could share.
- I don't think now
is a good time.
- You're not gonna
invite me in?
f
♪ ♪
[box thuds on table]
♪ ♪
- [exhales deeply]
♪ ♪
- Give me your money!
- Mm!
Oh, my God!
Are you serious?
What, is this what it's like
to date an actor?
- Oh, wait, I'm sorry.
Are you dating an actor?
- Uh, no, nice try.
That's not what I--
what I meant.
Um, hey, you have a lot
of animal stuff around.
I'm all for it, but, you know,
inquiring minds want to know.
Where did that come from?
- Sure, right, because you have
a thing for animals, too.
That's right.
- Okay, I don't remember
anything I told you
in that bar that night,
so just heads-up.
- [chuckles]
Okay, well, anyway, yes,
um, I've always been
one of those people
who's obsessed
with animals.
In fact, I can't even watch
a movie where a dog gets hurt.
- Same.
- I wish I could have pets
in this place.
You know,
when I was a kid, I, uh--
I took in all the stray cats
on our street.
- Oh, I bet
your parents loved that.
- Yep.
"Hey, uh, Buckley, do you know
the price of a gallon of milk?"
- Aw.
- Yeah, I think there were five
or six of them.
- Wow.
- Yeah, but, uh...
Ah, never mind.
- What is that face?
Something embarrassing?
Come on, you got to say it.
It's not fair.
Come on.
- No, it's, um...
There was a giant oak tree
in our front yard,
and I came home
from school one day.
Someone had hung all the cats
from a limb.
- What the fuck?
Who would do that?
- Nobody ever knew.
Yeah.
And I tried, you know, playing
Hardy Boys for a little bit,
but I was so young,
what if I found the nutjob?
You know, I was ten and--
- Oh, my God.
Yeah, my dad used to hunt--
- How do you rebound
from me to him?
- Maybe it's not about you.
Jesus Christ.
Can you imagine a world where
not everything is about you?
- Look who's talking.
- You know what?
You're just jealous.
- No, I get it.
You're mad
at your brother,
and you're trying to drown out
his words with Dead Cat Guy
instead of figuring out
what happened to me.
- Okay, you know what?
At least Dead Cat Guy
doesn't have his name all over
some Jersey-to-Maine
smuggling conspiracy.
- Oh, you don't even know
if that's what's going on.
- Okay, after what I saw today,
I mean,
were you and Miranda involved
in some illegal shit?
Because it sure looks like it.
- Oh, you're asking me?
I don't know.
How am I supposed to know?
Just ask somebody
who knows something.
Ask Sabrina.
- Sabrina.
- Yeah.
- Yeah, yeah, maybe she'll talk
now that I have
all this new info.
Um, I'm sorry.
I just remembered.
I have a--
I have to be somewhere.
I have a thing.
Yeah, I got to see
my friend Sabrina.
- Oh, I'm sorry. I shouldn't
have told you that story.
That was a terrible story
to tell you.
- No, no, no. It's okay.
Well, I mean, yes, the story
was absolutely horrible,
but, um, that's not
why I'm leaving.
I wish I thought
of this sooner, but--I'm sorry.
Um, it's, uh--
I'll--I'll text you.
f
♪ ♪
Sabrina?
I can hear you.
Listen, hi.
It's Cassie Bowden--
or Alessandra Ricci, whatever.
I-I got to talk to you.
Can you--
Will you please open up?
- Miranda!
- Sabrina? Sabrina?
Did you say Miranda?
- Hey!
- Sabrina!
[pounding on door]
- Keep it down.
[objects clattering]
- Call the cops, okay?
And tell them to come here
right now!
♪ ♪
[line trilling]
- 911. What's your emergency?
- Hi.
Yes, um, I need help--
- Ma'am, can you repeat that?
- My friend--
- What's the nature
of your emergency?
- She's up and there's
someone in the--
Aah!
- ♪ Seen her ♪
♪ Cross the line ♪
♪ Line ♪
♪ She gave me shivers ♪
♪ Down my spine ♪
♪ Spine ♪
♪ I never told her ♪
♪ That I miss her ♪
♪ When I told her ♪
♪ She whispered ♪
♪ With this voice of hers ♪
♪ Tender yet so clever ♪
♪ She whispered ♪
♪ ♪