[telephone ringing]
[whispers] At least I didn't drink.
Good for you.
Bowden, what the fuck?
[camera shutter clicking]
[Benjamin grumbles softly]
Okay, I mean, that's--that's my red glove with dead bodies,
but that psych evaluation?
Those are not my answers. I didn't say any of that.
-It makes me sound insane. -Wow. Yeah, oh my God.
The double, the frame job, this file...you look guilty.
This is Bangkok déjà vu.
It's like the good-old-days shit.
God, was I really like you?
And by the way, I don't know what's in the file,
which means neither do you.
Well, I know you fucked your handler last night.
Look, it's a better distraction than Feliks.
Oh, sorry--Buckley.
Why would you bring that name up to me, okay?
He's a fucking psychopath that lied and used me.
He's not some sort of bullshit, quippy anecdote.
Easy, okay? I'm saying Benjamin is a classier distraction.
Plus, I'm not the one bringing stuff up in here, am I?
♪ Here you come again ♪
♪ Just when I've begun to get myself together ♪
♪ Da, da, da, da, da, da, da! ♪
[telephone ringing]
[whimpers quietly]
[sighs] Okay.
Dot. Oh!
[laughs] What are you doing here?
It's the CIA. I work here.
What are you doing here?
I owe--I owed Benjamin a debrief on Berlin
and he said to just stop by the office any time
I was in the neighborhood and I was in the neighborhood
-but he wasn't in his office. -Oh, wow.
It's Westwood. I feel like no one's ever in the neighborhood.
Um, Cassie, I realize what happened in Berlin
and us not being able to tell you everything,
that must be hard.
And I know you don't want to see a counselor,
but you seem a little on edge.
Oh.
So if you need to talk to someone,
you've got my number. That's what it's for.
Oh, my God, thank you so much.
I--I really am fine.
All this stuff that you're seeing,
there is an explanation, but that's for another time
'cause I have to go meet somebody now.
So I'm just going to make sure I get in here.
So, thank you. It's very kind of you.
I'll probably use it. Thank you so much.
[groans] Oh, Jesus.
Why didn't you just show her the fucking file,
you stupid fucking idiot?
Fucking stupid. I can't...
Oh, my God.
Fuck.
[line ringing]
Hi. Shane. Okay, you told me to call you
when I need help and I need help.
I'm calling you from my very small car
that is feeling more claustrophobic by the moment.
Why did I get such a tiny car?
I don't understand. I need your help.
Okay, Cassie, okay. I'm listening.
I'm just going to say it. I'm just gonna fucking say it.
Someone is impersonating me.
I know it. They--they are doing very bad things.
They stole my identity.
I am telling you and I think,
I think they're with the CIA
or they know someone at the CIA
or there's something going on there.
I literally don't know what to say.
Did you hear about the two CIA analysts
that got killed at Echo Park? You heard about that, right?
I didn't know they were CIA analysts
and you shouldn't know that, either.
I have proof that those killings
are connected to the Berlin bombing,
and they're linked by these slides
in this View-Master that was left in my suitcase.
It's like this toy
and there's these slides on there, and...
[stammers] Yeah.
-Hello? -Okay. That last part?
Look, just lay low until I can see
what I can dig up before training today.
What--what training?
What do you mean? What do you mean?
The mandatory Imperial Atlantic
continuing qualification training.
Cassie, we are still flight attendants.
Oh, fuck. That's today? Ugh!
Look, just lay low and-- and--and let me see
what I can dig up and bring-- bring that View-Master thing.
It might contain trace evidence, of what I do not know.
You sound crazy, but doesn't mean you're wrong.
I don't want you having another panic attack, so...
-bring it. - [line beeping]
Okay. One more thing--
♪♪♪
ANNIE: Okay, just so I'm crystal clear.
You photographed a classified CIA document
after you fucked your boss in his office.
Okay, so everything you're gonna say,
I've thought like 7,000 times, so we're good.
In fact, I actually would like to grab a Brillo pad
and scrub my body until there is just bone left.
I don't know why I did it. I don't know why I did it!
Okay, okay. You know what?
Just chill. We're gonna breathe.
MAX: If you didn't sleep with your handler, Benjamin,
we wouldn't have these files.
So it's not that bad, if you look at it like that.
-That's very true. -MAX: Right?
God, I just want one drink.
Cass, don't say that.
I said it 'cause I mean it.
I mean it. I will always mean it, okay?
-Okay. -Sorry.
That is the reality of my life right now.
Okay? Do you under--I'm sorry.
You guy-- You guys are...amazing.
This stuff makes me look insane, okay?
This is--this is nuts. "Narcissistic delusions,
borderline sociopathic tendencies?" Come on.
"Needs constant praise."
That's probably-- that's probably true.
But that's not me.
Maybe that's how the CIA wants you to be seen,
like in a "Manchurian Candidate" way.
ANNIE: You know what?
The most that these files can do is paint the picture
that you could be a killer.
-That is a very big difference. -Yeah, right.
And these security stills are totally grainy, so.
ANNIE: Exactly. Also they're time-coded
and they were taken when you were in Iceland.
No, the CIA can pretty much scrub anything--
timecodes, CCTV footage,
any alibi statements from Iceland.
Okay, another little fun fact, um,
that is my missing red glove from Berlin
at the Echo Park crime scene.
I hate to say this, but whoever is doing this to you
is, um, killing it.
CASSIE: So my friend at the CIA
said there still could be trace evidence on the View-Master,
and that is what I'm literally living for right now, so...
Um...
-What, what, what, what? -Yeah.
That couple that broke in, they went through everything.
They went through a lot of stuff
and they took the View-Master.
Oh, my God. Okay.
I have to go to training. Can't wait. Gotta go.
Marco.
Hi, you're here. Hey.
Why aren't you answering my calls?
Um, I--Babe, I have a really good reason.
I just--um, can we talk about it later?
I have a work thing that I have to get to, so...
There's a lot of work things lately.
Yeah, I know. That's right.
I love you.
There's clearly something going on with us.
We were talking about you meeting my daughter--
Okay. [stammers] Listen, um, there is something going on,
but with me, with me,
and I want to tell you things and I--and I feel like I can,
but I actually feel like I can't tell you this thing.
-So I really do have to go. -Look, you're right.
You can absolutely tell me anything.
Okay. Annie, did you say that you needed--
She didn't say anything, Cassie.
How can we start a life together if you don't--
Oh, no, no, no. No, no, you don't--you don't want to--
Marco, you do not want to start a life with me.
Trust me.
You're not doing a very good job
at evading me with excuses.
Okay, I, honestly-- I do have a work thing.
That's--that's it. And if I don't go now--
I try very hard to be optimistic.
It's an important part of my recovery.
Marco, I understand that you don't get what's going on here.
You really have to do better than "a work thing now"
because I don't believe you.
I slept with someone else. Okay?
[exhales]
[whispers] Oh, my God.
Um, I didn't mean for it to come out like that.
I didn't mean to say that out loud. I'm so--
[cell phone chimes]
Huh. Another work thing?
No, this is my sponsor, and I need to--
Oh, you don't get to play the AA card, not with me!
Just...
Fuck.
Just tell me what happened.
I don't know, I guess I, um...
I guess I...
I guess I forgot about you.
Wow.
Okay.
Wow.
I could get over the cheating.
Adults fuck up, but that last part...
Yeah, that's, um, that's too much.
Um, my life is completely
spinning out of control right now,
and I do love you and I'm really trying--
So am I.
Okay? I'm trying so hard, Cassie, but you're...
My daughter would have absolutely loved you.
I know I did.
Bye, Cassie.
[gasping]
♪♪♪
[theme music playing]
♪♪♪
[knocking] Okay.
I see you pulled an all-nighter.
-How are you holding up? -Yeah, losing anyone
is brutal for everyone.
-So, I'm fine. -So, any theories
spring to mind during your all-nighter?
Nothing that I'm ready to discuss.
Well, I've been doing my own homework
and it's starting to feel to me like an inside job.
Oh, how so?
Let me dig a little deeper first.
I came in here for a reason.
What was it? Oh, I know.
Why did I see Cassie Bowden
sneaking out of your office this morning, disheveled?
Well, I don't know. I must have missed her.
Well, she was in the hallway, so I guess
she could have been coming out of any office.
My mistake.
♪♪♪
Oh. [coughs] Carol!
Did you just body check me?
Oh, no! I didn't even see you there.
You didn't even register to me.
And today's a safety day.
Shame on me. Isn't that terrible?
-Hi. -Hi.
You look like you've been crying.
Well, let's see. Um, Marco just dumped me
and there is a crazy human in the world imitating me.
It's not great. Thank you in advance.
Did you find anything out since we talked?
Well, as much as I love telling you
that you are a crazy person,
a friend at the agency gave me these.
Security stills from too many places.
Oh, my God. That's her. I've been telling you.
Yeah, but it's nothing without context.
-You brought the View-Master? -Oh, I couldn't get it.
It's--Don't look at me like that.
It's a real thing, I promise, and I'll work on it,
but I do want to show you something. Look.
That's my psych evaluation.
None of these answers-- I didn't say any of this stuff.
Wow. Okay. How do you even have this?
I just--I saw it on Benjamin's desk.
-We slept together. -[Shane inhales]
I know.
Well, now the tears make sense.
My instincts are to say, "Hey friend, how you doing?
You good?" My brain is telling me
that stealing CIA files is a felony.
They will take you away. They will put you in cuffs.
They will cut the bangs off.
I didn't steal anything, okay? I just documented
a picture in an envelope on a desk.
That is not better.
There are very few people that have access to your file
that could fabricate a psych eval.
Wait, if Benjamin...
No, it's not Benjamin, okay? Listen, he's my handler.
He takes care of me. It's not him.
-It's someone else at the CIA. -Da-da-da-da-
Hi. Hi, Jada! Hey. This just got fun.
-Mm-hmm. How is Justin? -No, no. I'm talking to Shane
for five minutes. Can you just please, like...
JADA: Mm-hmm, mm-mm.
Do you three feel comfortable working together in a group?
-Great. -What...
Is she leading this shit?
-Like, what is happening? -She is Imperial Atlantic.
-Look up. -I'm so confused.
It's a bird. It's a plane. It's Jada.
Also, what is she talking about, the three of us?
-To whom is she referring? -JADA: Okay, people,
-Let's start. -Fuck!
JADA: Welcome to the mandatory
-Imperial Atlantic continuing -♪ I--I--I--I need I need you ♪
-qualification training- -Brenda, hi. What's going on?
-What's up? -BRENDA: Cassie,
I've been texting you for hours.
Call me means call me.
Hildegard left.
Who?
Wait, my f... Oh, my friend left?
What do you mean? Where'd she go?
We had a chat.
I was extra careful not to say anything dark or tragic.
Then I went to make her some tea, but--
Okay, listen, I'm sorry. Brenda, I'm sorry.
Thank you, Brenda. I'll call you later.
For fuck's sake, Megan, what the fuck is wrong with you?
JADA: Cassie.
Hi! Would you like to join the group
for the group portion of the group training today?
[pop song playing]
♪ So you believe me ♪
♪ When I tell you I can see the future in your eyes ♪
♪ It should come as no surprise ♪
[gasps] Oh, my God. Megan!
-Cherri! -Where have you been?
Oh, it's a long story,
but I'm so glad that you're still here.
Oh, honey, I bought the joint.
-You bought it? -Yes.
I've made more money stripping
than I ever did as a flight attendant.
-You're, like, the boss. -Yeah.
Oh, my God. That's... Listen, honey.
I need my lockbox.
-Oh, I don't have it anymore. -What?
I rented a room to this bank teller, Wanda.
She thought rent was optional.
So when I kicked her out, she took a ton of stuff,
including your lockbox.
Oh, no. Cherri, seriously?
I tried calling.
But your phone was, like, disconnected.
-Yeah. -And why on earth
would you leave something that important with me?
Because who would think of looking for it here?
No offense. I thought...
It was a good idea at the time, but honestly, Cherri,
I'm just making this up as I go along
and I'm not doing the best job of it.
I can't say I fully get it
and it feels like for legal reasons,
I don't want to fully get it,
but you're getting your box back.
I know where Wanda is now.
She might shoot at us.
Okay.
Good to know, thank you.
Thanks.
Cass seemed okay when she left, right?
I mean, like, not great, but, you know-
She was falling apart.
She blew up that thing with Marco,
who was like the coolest guy,
and then she rushed out of here for a work thing.
So no, she didn't seem okay.
Okay, look, we can't just sit around here.
I mean, Cass needs that View-Master
and her life is essentially on the line.
If we call the cops, they can get it.
If we call the cops, they'll just put it in evidence
and then we'll really be fucked.
Okay, well, you got all the answers then, don't you?
Okay, okay. Look, look, look, look.
The Diazes knew, like, really specific shit about us, okay?
You know, like stuff that we had talked about.
They must have bugged the apartment.
Are you fucking kidding? Max, are you--
They bugged the apartment?
-Yeah. -My God.
Okay, okay, okay.
This sounds kind of bananas,
but could you, like,
could you, like, use the bugs to find them?
Potentially.
But, "potentially," like-- like, yes?
Then what?
Confront them?
You're acting like Cassie did last year
before I got hit by a car.
I don't want to get hit by a car again.
It's not unreasonable.
Can you just--I found them.
[whispers] Can they still--
No, they're disabled.
Oh, okay.
-Okay. -Fuck.
Yeah.
Like, we can reverse traceroute the bugs,
use them to find the IP address,
and then use that to find the physical address.
You have to do your Max thing.
Okay.
[keys clacking]
Um, so remember yesterday when we were,
you know, tied up and, um, scared for our lives
and I said a bunch of shit
and I was coursing with adrenaline--
I'm in their laptop.
Wait, already? Seriously? That was so fast.
Whoa, shit!
What? What, what? What is that face?
When the Diazes weren't punching me in the face,
they were hacking into my laptop.
They got everything.
My client info, my full history...
Oh, shit. Records of jobs I did for you
when you were at Davis and Carlisle.
Oh, my God. Okay. Uh, can you delete that?
No, it's in a crypto file.
I can see everything, but I can't do anything from here.
Okay.
What, okay?
Okay, yeah, we're going to go
and we're going to get their laptop
and we're going to get the View-Master
and we're just going to bang it out in one trip.
♪♪♪
[air hisses]
There you go. And we go down.
Very good. And here we go.
Thank you. Hey... Oh, God.
Cassie, you've got to be careful!
You could hurt someone.
You were supposed to grab my hand.
Well, you could drown, my God.
-Cassie! -Yes.
Your turn for some pop-up questions.
There's a potential explosive device
in one of the overhead compartments.
-Go. -We're doing rafts right now.
-Go. -[clears throat]
Okay. I put all the passengers
on the opposite side of the plane.
I cover the device with cushions
and luggage and wet blankets.
-Okay? -Wow.
Due to severe turbulence,
passengers are having a panic attack. Go.
I look the passenger in the eye, take their hand,
I apply pressure, and tell them to take a deep breaths
and I tell them everything is going to be fine
and they're perfectly safe.
Shane, what am I going to do?
What am I gonna do? What am I gonna do?
Okay, Cassie. Okay.
I will look into it for you, okay, Cassie?
We need to save this person's life.
-Put that thing over her mouth. -This person is fine.
I am the one that is not fine. I am not fine.
My life is not fine.
-Okay. -Okay? I need your help.
Okay, good. I'm glad that you realize that.
So while I look into it, you leave it alone.
Look at me.
What?
Are you?
Am I what?
Are you--
-No! -Okay. Okay.
I told you, I'm a year sober, Shane, for fuck's sake.
You know what?
Just text me the photos from Berlin
and from Echo Park Lake and if the CIA
is doing this to me, I will figure it out.
-Stop, Cassie. -What?
Stop wishing for this to be true.
The CIA can bend facts.
They can make it so that you never even existed.
So if the shit is true, then the shit is bad.
Can we just finish this station, please?
Because if you're not paying attention,
you're putting people at risk.
You need to listen.
Just fuck off, Carol. Just fuck off, Carol.
What the fuck do you want from me, Carol?
We have lives to save. Let's calm down.
CASSIE: Fuck this!
♪♪♪
Hey, come in here.
Put this back in Essential Files,
and I'd like for there
not to be a record that I had it out.
Done.
[keys clacking]
Vicky, can you pull the communications
between Mr. Berry and an asset named Cassandra Bowden?
Mm-hmm.
During any specific time period?
All of them.
["By a Waterfall" by Dick Powell playing]
[cell phone buzzing]
You just--You can sit there as long as you want.
Hey, um, Cassie, just to clarify,
did you come here to talk
or just, like, sit very, very quietly
'cause I can do either, but--
My life is just, like, a lot right now, you know?
I--I don't know. My time here in L.A.
is completely up in the air
and for reasons I can't really get into,
all my friends are dealing with their own shit.
I just fucked up my relationship royally
and, um, I cannot catch a fucking break
and I am trying to hold on so tight
and I'm literally losing my mind and I--I--I feel so needy.
I'm--I'm sorry.
Wow. That-- That was a lot of words.
I'm sorry, I shouldn't be putting all this on you,
but honestly, I was kind of hoping
you didn't know me well enough to judge me,
which I can't believe
I just said it out loud.
No, listen, I'm totally the exact person
that you should come to, if the world is falling apart.
That's like game time for me.
This is when I do my best work.
Really? Is that right?
Yes, I have a sword mounted on my wall.
I'm ready for the end days, okay?
Okay, cool.
Do you have anything for when you're being framed
for international espionage or...
So people usually say this about me,
but I can't tell if you're joking right now.
No, no, I'm joking. Sorry, bad joke.
Look,
any time that you need to hide from life,
or if you just want to talk, you're always welcome here.
I like you. I don't like a lot of people.
Most people are sheep, and assholes.
-[cell phone buzzing] -But I do need to--
I need to go right now.
You have to go, right. Drug deal, again.
[laughs] See, that's funny.
I'm going to finish this before I leave.
There's another one in the shaker.
Are you sure you don't want one?
Uh, no, no. I'm good.
-[cell phone chimes] -[sighs]
♪♪♪
[cell phone chimes]
Wow, you're popular.
Uh, [laughs weakly] No.
I'm really not. I used to be.
I used to be really fun.
I used to be a lot of things,
but now I'm just, um...
Okay, what the fuck is this?
Dry mouth? Oh.
It would taste so good.
Sweating? Are you nervous?
The cold glass would feel great in your hands and on your lips.
Broken heart?
You wouldn't even think about it.
I mean, fuck, you wouldn't have to think about anything.
The anxiety, the fear.
Fuck it all. Just have one drink.
Just have the drink.
You know what? I will have one.
-If you have time. -Yeah.
Thanks.
[ice rattling]
[car door shuts]
That's the bank teller?
Do not get close to her.
Like I said, she has a gun.
Well, if it ain't the stripper
who kicked me out of her big fancy house.
Wanda, we don't want any trouble.
Just give my friend Megan her lockbox back.
Make me, bitch. [inhales]
You think 'cause you got a six-jet jacuzzi
and travertine counters, you're better than me?
You take your clothes off for money.
Hey! Don't you speak to her like that!
You have no idea how hard Cherri works.
She is providing a time-honored service
that makes people feel good,
and she risks her own health and personal safety.
And I'm going to skip the part about the difficult
social, economic, upward mobility for adult entertainers
and the stigma that is attached to that
and just call you a thief and a freeloader.
Now, give me my goddamn lockbox back!
Go fuck yourself.
-Megan, what did you do? -Calm down.
Let's just wait 30 minutes.
♪♪♪
[doorbell dings]
[Musak playing]
Jenny. What are you doing here?
Why are you here? You know, I gotta tell you,
it's starting to feel like you're following me.
It's a little fucking weird.
I'm not going to do your podcast, okay?
So please stop showing up at places where I am.
Stop stalking me, okay?
What are you doing? Why do you have that?
Why are you--Why are you--
-Why are you holding that? -It's my boyfriend.
He's still totally hung up on his ex, like, crazy hung up.
I don't know what he sees in her.
She's a self-absorbed, stupid loser.
Like, how is that better than me?
-Like-- -Jenny, listen.
Don't drink because of a man. All right?
And then when you find out that man is horrible,
don't drink then, either. Okay?
You got to get out of here. You gotta go.
But you're here.
Yes, I am here because I'm here for all this stuff, so.
Oh, you're throwing a party?
Yeah, yep.
Throwing a big old party. Yep.
-Do you need help? -Nope, don't need help.
Do you want to come back to my place
and we could not drink together?
Party's tonight, actually,
so, yeah, I'm really busy doing this.
Let me tell you something.
I want you-- I want you to listen to me.
Sobriety is about the journey, not the destination.
-Okay. -All right? Now, put that away.
Let's go. Put that down. Get out of here.
This is a bad place for you. Not good.
["I Say a Little Prayer" by Aretha Franklin playing]
♪ The moment I wake up ♪
♪ Before I put on my makeup ♪
♪ I say a little prayer For you ♪
♪ And while I'm combing my hair, now ♪
♪ And wondering What dress to wear now ♪
♪ I say a little prayer For you ♪
♪ Forever, and ever, ♪
♪ You'll stay in my heart And I will love you ♪
♪ Forever, and ever, ♪
♪ We never will part ♪
♪ Oh, how I love you ♪
♪ Together, together, Together, together♪
♪ That's how it must be To live without you ♪
♪ Would only mean heartbreak For me ♪
♪ Ooh ♪
♪ I run for the bus, dear ♪
♪ But while riding I think of us, dear ♪
♪ I say a little prayer for you ♪
♪ At work I just take time ♪
♪ And all through My coffee break-time ♪
♪ I say a little prayer For you ♪
♪♪♪
You are a such a piece of shit.
You're a fucking loser.
You're the worst fucking person ever.
You're okay. It's okay.
You're a fucking asshole. He's not an asshole.
You're an asshole. You're the fucking asshole, actually.
You're so stupid.
Want to pack your shit up, Marco?
Okay. Let's pack your shit.
♪♪♪
[screams]
I'm gonna fix this...
I'm gonna fix this right now.
I'm going to call a friend who's going to help me.
[cell phone buzzing]
[beep]
Hi, Dot. It's Cassie.
I just wanted to say thank you
for allowing me the freedom
to call you when I needed you.
[voicemail recording beep]
Hi, um, it's me again.
-[voicemail recording beep] -Why aren't you answering
your fucking phone, girl?
-Motherfucker! -[beep] To send your message...
I'm sorry, I did not mean that.
Here I am, any time, reaching out to you.
Hey, Dot. Um, pick up your fucking phone!
Could you just, like, call me back
'cause I really need to talk to you?
Thank you so, so much.
I really--Oh, fuck.
Oh, God.
[cell phone buzzing]
Hey, Cassie. It's Justin.
Um, Shane's just in the kitchen
being too detailed with the meat.
-I've heard so much about you. -Hi. Hey.
Sorry, I just have to talk to Shane
because he's the only other person at the CIA I know
aside from stupid Dot.
Um, oh, sorry, but... Shh.
[shushing drunkenly]
I have to talk about the secret CIA stuff with Shane,
so could you just, could you grab him for me, please?
Um, what?
Central Intelligence Agency. Why don't you know that?
Everybody knows that.
Babe, uh, Cassie's on the phone?
Are you doing something with the CIA?
What? She--she said that?
She's a--she's a jokester. She's a riot.
Give me that fucking phone.
Thanks. One second, bye.
Do you want me to be happy?
I maybe had a future with Justin,
and you maybe just fucked that up.
Do you have any idea how hard I have worked
to keep the people that I love
from knowing exactly what I do to protect them?
I'm the one that needs protecting here.
And also, I'm so sorry!
I didn't mean to tell Justin about our secret CIA stuff.
I'm really, really sorry.
But the thing is my life is in actual danger right now,
so I need you to listen to me.
Oh, like the actual danger in the bar
in Reykjavik when the North Korean agent
got knifed in the back and bled out all over the concrete floor?
That danger?
I don't... I don't...
I don't know. I...
You're my friend.
I just-- What happened to my friend?
Shane, you know, that used to, like...
take me out for oyster night and laugh all night long?
Like, where did... where--where is--
He is working...
and you are drunk.
And that's so fucking sad.
Whoa. Just, like...
that--I am not drunk.
No, no, no, no, no, no.
You need to sober up
and when I am done trying to salvage
whatever relationship that I have left with Justin,
I will keep digging,
but that has got to be good enough for now.
-Cassie... -But, but, but--Hold on.
[line beeps]
[gasping]
I don't know what to... Help me.
I try so hard to be good and I'm only window dressing.
I am here to make you feel bad
about the woman you're never going to be!
Never! How fucking depressing is that?
I mean, what's the point of it all?
In fact, I shouldn't even exist.
No, no, wait. You shouldn't fucking exist!
I shouldn't exist? Well, I fucking exist!
Fuck your help. I'm in control!
You're the fuck up, not me!
[glass shattering]
You think you can break things?
Well, I can fucking break things too.
[Bikini Kill's "Demirep" plays] ♪ I'm ♪
♪ Sorry that I'm getting chubby ♪
[screaming]
[recorded bear voice] Easy does it!
-[laughing] -Easy does it!
[laughter echoing]
[overlapping] Easy does it!
[slowed, contorted] Easy does it!
[laughs]
You think you're so fucking smart?
I will go where I can't hear anything.
♪ You collect your trust funds, baby! ♪
♪ And I'll be a whore! ♪
♪ And we'll pre-- ♪
-CHERRI: So it's been an hour. -MEGAN:I know.
Okay, I have to say it, I really hope
I didn't use too much mushroom powder.
What happens if you use too much?
You kind of die?
Oh, my God.
[Wanda screaming]
[Wanda speaking gibberish] No, no... [gasps]
[Wanda sobbing]
Dear lord, she's a hoarder!
Oh.
♪♪♪
[breathing heavily]
[sobs]
[Cherri squeals happily]
What happened?
Fucking A, I knew that scam artist took my shit.
This is, like, my most prized possession.
-Is that your thing? -Yes.
-[both giggling] -Let's go.
[Wanda screaming]
Maybe I did use too much powder.
-Do you care? -Cherri!
I'll just call 911 once we hit the interstate.
-Just to be safe, right? -Yeah.
-[screaming continues] -Okay. Come on.
MAX: Whoa.
Okay, the Diazes are like serious bounty hunters.
Fugitive recovery, intimidation, kidnapping...
Okay, yeah, but this isn't surprising, though.
Like, remember when they drugged us
and tied us up and shoved a taser in your mouth?
Yes, Annie. My face remembers that incident.
Okay. Um...
Okay, look, Max, this is insane.
Like, what do we do here?
Ping sweep to determine if the host is alive or dead
then see if they're inside and online.
Okay, yeah, no. Sure.
That, um... Jesus, who knew
Sid and Nancy had such good taste in architecture?
They're home. Let's do it.
Let's do what?
Max?
Max.
[punk music blaring]
[tires screech]
[music continues blaring]
BEAR: Easy does it! Easy does it!
Easy does it!
Fuck you, sand!
BEAR: Easy does it!
Easy does it! Easy does it!
[muffled audio]
Easy does it! Easy does it!
[jet engine whooshing]
Easy does it!
Shut up.
Shut up! Shut up! -Easy does it!
Easy does it! Easy--
[grunts]
Okay, this is fucking tragic. What is this?
You wanted me to drink and now I'm fucking drunk.
-Isn't that great? -No, I said sparkly and fun.
I was very clear about sparkly and fun.
You made me throw away a year of sobriety.
Oh, my God, I can't. I honestly can't with you.
You can't what? You did this.
No, I didn't. And you lost a year of sobriety?
How about, no, you didn't?
You don't even--
You don't even know what you're talking about.
So you know what? Fuck you!
Okay, I am so sick of
your holier than thou attitude, all right?
We both know about March 21st and March 23rd.
-So how about fuck you? -What, you're just gonna,
like, throw random dates at me?
What is that, like, some sort of threat?
A threat? Okay, fine.
Let's do this.
[party music playing]
[no audible dialogue]
I don't want it. You. I don't want it.
March 21st.
Six months into your year of sobriety.
Oh, that--that's you.
["Knock Your Lights Out" by Skeleton Clown playing]
♪ I'll say good night ♪
♪ I don't care which bum we're spanking ♪
♪ Knock your lights out Say good night! ♪
♪♪♪
[gasping]
[coughing]
♪ Just when I've begun to get myself together... ♪
March 23rd, two days later.
See, every time you tell someone you're a year sober,
it's a goddamn lie.
No one knows, but you know.
You're not better than me. Got it?
[pounding on floor]
MAN: Hey!
You're flooding our place downstairs!
-[Cassie sobbing] -[pounding continues]
MAN: Hey! Are you in there?
[glass shatters]
Hey, want to know my issue with this whole double thing?
Who the fuck would want to be you?
[sobbing]
[sniffles, sobs]
[buttons clacking]
[message sent tone]
[jet engine whooshing]
[high-pitched ringing]
[groans in despair]
["Che Bambola" by Fred Buscaglione plays]
♪♪♪
ANNIE: What in the ever-loving fuck?
How many people do you have to hunt and torture
to afford a house like this?
-[record continues] -Right there, in the corner.
Oh, my God.
-Oh, shit. -Oh, fuck.
-Do you think they saw us? -I don't think so.
-Oh, I don't...Oh. Okay. -My God.
ANNIE: I don't understand the attraction. Do you get it?
-MAX: No. -ANNIE: Okay.
[Buscaglione continues singing in Italian]
♪♪♪
Max.
[whispers] What is he doing, what--
What is he doing, what--
[whispers] Yeah, okay. Get the computer.
One... What?
Uh... One second, what?
What the fuck is he doing?
What the fuck!
♪♪♪
[cell phone buzzing]
GABRIELLE: Join me in the shower.
ESTEBAN: Ah! Fuck.
[shower turns on]
GABRIELLE: Baby, come on, hurry up.
ESTEBAN: Ay voy, mami.
Here I come!
[door closes]
[mouthing words]
[mouthing words continues]
Maxwell Montgomery Park, are you fucking insane?
You could have gotten yourself killed.
It's just a fucking ring!
Yeah, you're right. It's just a ring.
It's a shiny rock overvalued by capitalism.
But I picked it out after looking for months,
and when you opened the box, and I saw your face.
I knew, I just knew I got it right.
I got it fucking right.
You made it super clear you don't care about the ring,
but I do.
Annie.
Um...
I called in a domestic disturbance complaint.
That should keep them busy for a while.
[engine starts]
MEGAN: You've already done so much for me, Cherri.
But what I really need is your car.
Oh, um...
I'll think about it. I'll...
[gasps]
Oh, um... [laughs]
Yeah, I'll--I'll take it and I'll buy a better one.
[chuckles] You are full of surprises.
Maybe so, I don't know.
But if I can get through this,
I just want to get my life together the way you did.
Not for nothing,
but you just drugged somebody, stole your shit back,
and bought a car with a brick of cash.
Stay this Megan.
It'll get you far.
[chuckles]
Okay.
Drive safely.
All right.
-Bye! -Bye.
♪♪♪
BRENDA: Lived my whole life here,
I can count on one hand
the times I've gone to the beach,
so thanks for the text message.
So, you slipped and fell.
Now down here in the sand,
I guess you get to choose how far you want to fall.
I didn't choose to be here.
I just...
I think I just wanted to feel the way I used to feel,
you know, like amazing and shiny and invincible...
This time just felt different.
Even when you have a year,
the disease waits for you
and picks up right where you left off.
I don't have a year.
I'm a fucking liar.
I don't have a year.
I slipped twice in New York.
That's why I left. That's why I came here.
I just wanted to start over and have, like, a clean slate
where no one really knew me and I...
When I walked into that first meeting here,
I just--I didn't want to be the new me again.
I didn't want to be a fucking Jenny.
I wanted... I wanted my time in New York to count.
I had six months.
You know? And that was-- that wasn't nothing.
Now I just threw it all away,
and it felt like shit while it was happening
and I wasn't myself, I was a whole different person.
Like, what the hell is that?
That next drink is like having sex with a gorilla.
You're not done until your gorilla is.
But the anger, the violence...
driving drunk to the beach, for God's sakes?
After everything you told me you went through with your dad?
I know, I know, I know.
I don't know why I did that-- And I was doing so well.
Oh, my God.
No, you weren't!
Look where we are.
None of this works without rigorous honesty,
which means you tell the truth even when it's easier to lie.
So, now I'm just back at square one?
Cassie,
the point is you never left square one.
You built your recovery on a house of cards.
And it fell over.
That's what a house of cards does.
And until you take that first step
and admit that you're powerless over the dark parts of yourself,
you just keep knocking down cards.
My God, starting over makes me want to just walk
right into that ocean and never come out.
I've tried that once.
Really. Yes.
After my second marriage ended,
I got caught up in the drama and forgot about the physics.
Didn't use enough weight,
so the waves just washed me back up to the shore.
Shoop.
Like nothing at all.
I was feeling nothing, like I was nothing.
Take it from the lady who tried drowning herself.
It's a hell of a lot easier to just quit drinking.
[faintly, stuttering] Uh-uh-uh-easy does it!
Uh-uh-uh-easy does it!
[echoes] Uh-uh-uh-easy does it!
♪ I wish that this Would go away ♪
♪ But when I'm done Singing this song ♪
♪ I will have To find something else ♪
♪ To do to keep me here ♪
♪ Something else To keep me ♪
♪ Here's my hand ♪
♪ There's the itch ♪
♪ But I'm not supposed to scratch ♪
♪ I need you To love me more ♪
♪ And love me more And love me more ♪
♪ Love enough to fill me up ♪
♪ Fill me up, Fill me full up ♪
♪ I need you To love me more ♪
♪ Love me more, Love me more ♪
♪♪♪
MAN: Ray, move your head.
WOMAN: Ooh, good boy, Norman!