♪♪♪
CASSIE: Listen.
Before we get out, I just want to say--
Silent all the way to the marina,
and now she finally speaks.
I didn't know what to say. I just--
Thank you for picking me up and driving.
I thought to myself, "Hmm, Shane.
You'd better show up."
But also you outed me as a CIA agent,
to my boyfriend while you were drunk.
Oh, my God. That was so bad...
And then there's this whole Megan thing.
Honestly, I'm kind of on the fence about our friendship.
But I don't think that you deserve
to be framed for murder, so...
[sighs] Listen, I'm not talking because...
my entire family--well...
what's left of it just, like, imploded
like a dying star overnight,
and now I'm back in this nightmare,
but hurting you is, like, the worst part of all of it.
I do appreciate your apology.
-Okay? -[sighs] Oh, thank you.
Come on--what? What, what, what?
I did some digging.
A lot of digging, and I found out
that everyone who has died
has had contact with Will,
the mark who was killed in Berlin.
Okay, well, Benjamin is the one
that tells me where to go, so...
Mr. Berry fought to be your handler.
That's Benjamin's errand boy.
There's times I want to burn the whole shit down.
Do you think he fought for me to be an asset
so that he could, like, pin all this shit on me?
Like, building some sort of fucked up case against me?
[scoffs] Why would I kill these people?
What would my motive even be?
Honestly, I have no clue.
Okay, so Max tracked down the registration number.
What the hell is a slip?
Slips are parking spots for boats.
Okay, so...
Wait, wait.
This is the one. This is the one.
That's the same registration number from the View-Master.
- What? -Shh.
Mmm! Mm-mm. Mm-mm. Mm-mm.
Wow.
Don't touch anything.
[gasps] Oh!
[coughs]
[coughs] Oh, my God.
I'm--Oh, my God, I know that guy.
That's--that's--that's-- that's the cloudy--
That's the cloudy eye guy. He works with Benjamin.
-I saw him in Berlin. -Wait, wait, wait.
-He was in Berlin? -Yes!
What are you doing? What are you doing? What are you doing?
I need to call the police.
This is a crime scene. These bodies are in rigor.
It means they were killed within the last six hours.
Okay, but maybe there's like, a...surveillance
around here that can help us figure out what happened?
No, no, no. See...
CIA falls under US Code Title 50.
That's tracking people with drones,
That's hunting down North Korean spies on airlines.
Not this. This is the police.
-Okay? -Okay.
Look, I get that you're scared right now, but,
we gotta handle this correctly.
This can't be about you right now.
♪♪♪
♪ You probably think this song is about you ♪
♪ You're so vain (You're so vain) ♪
♪ I'll bet you think this song is about you ♪
♪ Don't you, don't you ♪
♪ You had me several years ago ♪
♪ When I was still quite naive ♪
Shane's right. Why don't we care about other people?
I care. What do you mean? I'm trying to stop all this.
All you care about is yourself.
"Oh, my God, someone's trying to frame me!"
You won't shut up about it.
No, no, I can stop this.
I can make sure no one else dies.
Hmm. Isn't it such a shame these people are dead
because you're so stupid you can't figure out
a few clues on a View-Master?
Oh, my God. Are these people dead 'cause of me?
They're dead 'cause of me, aren't they?
- They're dead 'cause of me. -No, no, Cassie.
-Is this my fault? Yes, it is. -No, Cassie.
-Cassie, no. -Oh, my God.
Oh! Fuck.
That is my other red glove.
That's my red glove from Berlin!
Benjamin found my other one in Echo Park.
That is mine. Oh, my God!
-This is mine! -No, stop, Cassie!
Don't touch anything!
Drop the glove.
[line ringing]
[phone rings]
-Dot Karlson's office. -Hi, this is Cassie Bowden.
This is an emergency.
Can you please put Dot on right now?
All right. She's in a meeting right now.
It's urgent. This is Cassie Bowden.
Please put Dot on now.
Unfortunately, Ms. Karlson is speaking
with several of her colleagues from Langley.
But I'm happy to connect you with Mr. Berry.
No! No. No, no, thank you.
Just, uh, please tell her to call me immediately.
-Thank you. -[button beeps]
♪♪♪
[theme music plays]
♪♪♪
You should have a heavier coat.
-Hello, Mrs. Briscoe. -[gasps]
I'm impressed you evaded us for so long.
But here you are,
watching your son Eli.
He always takes this bus after work.
He's been so sad since he quit the swim team.
Shame.
I for one thought he had real talent in the pool.
How do you know all that?
Your interests are my interests.
It would be so tragic if I had to
give my superiors his schedule.
So you'll come with me and
hand over any flash drives you kept.
We can't risk traceable content
exposing our entire network here in the US.
Entire network?
An exclusive club of people like yourself,
helping my country.
Easy to join...
but no exit policy.
Okay.
Okay, okay, fine.
If I give you everything, will this be done?
[chuckles]
I'll give you everything I have, okay?
Any kind of evidence that could be used against you.
Okay? I just...
Please, I just ask that you just leave my son out of this.
The best I can do is... we'll see.
♪♪♪
[trunk clicks open]
It's in the bag.
-[both grunt] - Ooh! Jesus.
-[blow lands] -[grunts]
[mutters] Oh! My God.
♪♪♪
Okay.
♪♪♪
[panting]
♪♪♪
Oh, my God! Cassie? Hi!
Jenny, what are-- What are you doing here?
I'm trying to get the scoop for my podcast.
I heard there was a murder on my police scanner.
187--that's the code.
The scanner was a little expensive, but so worth it.
Plus I can always write it off. Anyway,
I heard the call go out, and I'm always up for an adventure.
-My boyfriend always says-- -Okay, no. Stop.
Stop. Listen.
Listen, there-- real people died today.
No, no, no, and you're being smiley and happy,
and talking about adventure and clickbait,
but it's wrong.
I wish you a really healthy recovery,
but you need to get some perspective
on what's going on here.
O-kay. Well, I'm here,
and I'm taking this seriously, Cassie.
You know what? Fine. Fine. Can you just stay away from me?
Can we do that? Can you do that?
I didn't know you were gonna be here.
If you don't want to talk to me, fine, but you're not the boss
of crime scenes that don't even involve you.
You're right. You're right. Sorry.
I didn't expect to see you.
I didn't mean for this to be a thing.
You know, you're lecturing me.
Again. And I, like, really looked up to you.
Like, I wanted to learn from you and be like you,
but all you ever do is show up and talk down to me.
I--
Wait...
What are you even doing here?
[cell phone buzzes]
You want to answer that?
[cell phone buzzes]
And then Weird Jenny showed up.
She came to, like, murder-podcast
the fucking dead bodies, so we left.
Okay, so you brought Shane along
on your, uh, nautical murder mystery adventure.
I mean, no offense, but, is it wise
to be bringing coworkers along on shit like this?
Oh, well, he's more than a flight attendant. I mean,
he's not really--he's...
[under breath] Cassie. Cassie. No. No.
He's CIA. He's a CIA agent.
Are you fucking kidding me right now?
-Whoa. For real? -CASSIE: I'm sorry.
They're the last people I tell. I promise.
Okay, stop making promises that you clearly cannot keep.
-I'm sorry. -Can we get to work, people?
-Where is the View-Master? -It's right here.
It's right here. Here. Here you go.
This is not scary.
I'm sorry that's not scary enough for you.
Here's what I'm thinking, and you, Cassie, should sit down.
-Just, go! Tell me. -Okay.
Every person that has died
has been associated with Will,
and every photo
marked the location that they would be killed.
How many slides are left in here?
-One. -Right. And the only way
that someone can successfully frame you
is if you're dead, Cassie.
So I think this last slide is
where the double plans to kill you.
♪♪♪
♪ I--I--I-- I need ♪
-♪ I need you ♪ -This is a really good time
-to take this call. -Uh...
Whoa...
Um, she's gonna go in the bathroom.
It's where everything important and secret
happens in this house.
♪ Two of hearts ♪
-Megan? -Listen, Cassie.
I have a North Korean in my trunk
and I'm on the move so I need your help.
Why do you have a North Korean in your trunk?
Where was I supposed to put him?
Now, I was going through his phone,
and he had information about me from Hak,
-the guy we stabbed in Iceland? -No, no, there's no "we."
There's no "we." Miranda stabbed him.
The point is is that they had a long text chain about me.
And they also had a head's up
about a certain CIA officer that was tracking me.
His name was Shane Evans.
[sighs]
Back in Reykjavik, you said that Shane
was talking about Hak, so, I need from you
and please tell me the truth!
Did Shane follow you to Iceland
because he was after me?
That was not my fault. Listen, he already--
he already knew about Iceland.
-He was--he-- -[sighs]
Okay.
I need you to, um,
I don't know, um,
broker a meeting with Shane,
because I have evidence to trade.
-Megan, he's not a-- -Cassie!
My life is in crisis!
I am sorry. Please, for me, talk to Shane.
All right, because I am headed
-[police sirens blare] -to Newark right now, and--
-Oh, my God. -[phone beeps off]
[sighs]
-Yes? -Ma'am,
are you in need of assistance?
[scoffs] No. No, I--No, I'm okay,
but that's very nice. Thank you, officer.
Then are you aware that it is illegal to drive or park
in the breakdown lane in New Jersey?
Really?
No, no, I--I-- I had no I--
You know, I'll just go, okay?
-I'll just-- -Ma'am, hold on.
Mm-hmm?
May I see your license and registration, please?
Sure.
Um, you know what,
I would've never pulled over if I--if I thought
-it was illegal, you know? -[thump from trunk]
[coughs loudly]
Sorry.
Um...
You know what? I can't seem to find my license.
I must've left it at home.
I'm really sorry.
I'm gonna need you to step out of the vehicle.
Okay.
[under breath] Fuck.
Oh, you have kids?
I--
just, you have See's Candies. [chuckles]
Sorry, it gives me PTSD. [chuckles]
I--I sold them for my son's swim team.
Yeah, somehow Mom always seems to have to find the time, right?
They're for my son's school field trip
to Washington, DC.
There's always a trip to DC.
Tell me about it.
You know, I used to joke to my husband
that the principal at Eli's school
got kickbacks from the candy lobbies.
[both laugh]
I'm just happy that I didn't eat
all of them 'cause they're so good.
My kid was eating them all himself.
-Oh, no. -Yeah, so now I'm stuck
-playing Willy Wonka. -Well, kids. I mean...
We'll do anything for them, right?
That's the whole thing.
The whole being-a-mom thing, right?
I'd give anything to be able to go back home again
to a pile of his dirty laundry.
Or his bathroom looking like a monsoon just hit it.
Sorry.
You two aren't on good terms?
Well, I was actually, um,
on my way to make things right.
But if I miss my plane...
I won't be able to try, so...
I know this may seem odd, but...
if you could find it in your heart
just to let me drive away so I can get to my family
I'll buy every single See's Candy you have.
Not a bribe. Okay, it's kinda like a bribe, but,
maybe you could see it like a gesture
from one mom to another?
-Ma'am, I'm gonna need you to-- -Please?
Promise me you'll refrain from parking
in the breakdown lane in the future.
[sighs]
Yes.
♪♪♪
-[knocks on door] -ANNIE: Hey.
Just making sure you're okay.
As okay as possible.
Okay, I'm coming in.
Cool, great.
We're in the bathtub.
Okay.
Okay, I'm obviously supposed to die soon, right?
Like, that's where... all the arrows are pointing.
I can't get those dead bodies out of my mind.
I mean, just seeing them. And I...
had a really horrible,
horrible conversation with my mother.
Um...
-Wow. -Want to know the worst part?
She looked me in the eye and she said,
"I don't like you."
After all this time, I'm starting to think
maybe she's right.
I don't really like me, either.
-[knocking] -Yeah, what?! Yes?
MAX: Sorry. I--I think I got something.
Okay, so here's the last slide.
First I thought it was, like, a fast food restaurant booth,
but then I realized it's the same kind of plastic
they would use for seats on a ride,
which would explain why it's seemingly up in the air.
Like a ride at an amusement park?
Yes, and then I was thinking
why is there ocean water under it?
An amusement park ride on a pier.
Okay, well, the only one is obviously Santa Monica Pier.
-It has rides. -Yeah, but we don't know when.
Well, it has to be today, right?
-I'm sorry, what? -Whatever has to happen
at the pier has to happen today.
Babe, you have to say more. That doesn't make senses.
Tomorrow it closes for an entire month of refurbishing,
completely shut off to the public.
I read about it when I was planning a visit with Annie,
so given that and the way the killings have been accelerating,
that would make today the most likely day.
-I can make you an algorithm-- -[all saying no]
Max, we understand it.
What is that?
Max, you're literally unfurling the plot
for us as we speak. Can you please focus?
-There's something up there. -MAX: Right?
-Uh... -Whoa!
Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
Oh, my God, please don't tell me that is some sort of
bloody knife in my house?!
Okay, look, your fingerprints are now all over it.
I didn't know what it was!
Oh, my God, that woman was in my house!
-Calm down. It's okay. -SHANE: Bad news.
Somebody jimmied the back door.
Great, well, a bloody knife in your home
is pretty fucking incriminating.
Jesus Christ, is there literally anyone else I can talk to?
Oh, don't worry. I'm here to support your plan.
Go to the pier.
Really? No wry, suicidal comment?
I can be nice sometimes.
Okay, you're holding a knife,
and you seem different. What is happening?
Oh, see, no, no. This is my knife,
But you should grab a weapon, too, so you feel safe.
Okay, that's actually a good idea,
but I don't trust this whole new you situation.
- No, mm-mm. -Cassie.
Come on, we're finally on the same page here.
Stop asking questions and go to the pier.
Go to the fucking pier!
I mean, it's like a suicide run.
Maybe we'll all get lucky and you'll get yourself killed.
Fuck you.
You know why "fuck you" is all you can throw at me?
Because I'm right. You're a broken, self-absorbed,
piece of shit who deserves to die.
[loud clap, high-pitched ringing]
Shane, we need to go to the pier right now.
-Right, right now. -Okay, Cass? Cassie?
Cassie, listen to me. If Shane is correct
and you are the next person that is supposed to die
then you are doing exactly what this crazy person wants.
I mean, bloody knife in your house
is a pretty strong indicator that this person is,
like, ten fucking steps ahead of us.
-Hello? -You just went and touched that.
Cassie?
SHANE: No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
You don't need a box cutter, 'cause you not going anywhere.
You can say I'm not going, but when you leave, I'm gonna go,
so the whole world knows I'm gonna do that, so let's go.
What, you guys are just gonna appear looking for a blonde?
Hate to state the obvious, but there are a lot of blondes
-in California. -No, not this one, okay?
-She looks exactly like me. -Look, I'm going to do
everything that I can to protect you,
and you are going to follow all of my instructions.
I'm gonna--I promise I'm gonna be good.
-Yes, yes. -Taking one car or two?
-No, I think we should carpool. -You are not carpooling.
You two are not going anywhere! Stay put!
I'm sorry. Sorry, I'm sorry. Okay.
It's not a fifth grade field trip.
-[door slams] -Okay, I totally understand now
why Cassie never listened to me
when I told her not to do anything.
Yeah. We're still going, though, right?
-Oh, no, 1000%. -Yeah, great, cool.
-I'll drive. -Okay.
♪♪♪
Okay, listen, I need you to be
-[cell phone buzzes] - focused and on high alert.
That is not high alert!
Okay, listen, um, I--I--Before we do this,
I need to ask you something.
It's--it's not related, but important.
Okay, this is probably not the time for that.
Hypothetically, if, uh, Megan were to,
I don't know, get back in the States somehow,
would you agree to--
Put Megan in a federal prison for life? Yes.
-Hear her out? -No, listen.
I cannot search and keep track of you at the same time.
Stay at this bench.
-Don't move. -This bench? Where it says
"No stopping any time" in front of everyone?
If you see the double you text me.
-Obviously. Okay. -I'll be here.
[sucks teeth] Also, you just low-key admitted
to helping a known traitor get back into the country,
so we're gonna unpack that at the next party.
[cell phone chimes repeatedly]
Okay, Megan, God damn it.
Davey?
What? I don't...
[sighs] Shit.
♪♪♪
Uh...
Fuck.
Shit.
♪♪♪
Cassie's gonna be so fucking pissed at us for coming here.
[scoffs] She'll get over it. Also, if we actually stop
this crazy person, I'm getting myself a churro.
Max, I will buy you every single churro in Los Angeles
if you find this woman before someone else dies.
MAX: Ooh!
♪♪♪
[riders screaming]
[calliope music plays]
♪♪♪
[distorted whooshing]
[distorted music]
[whooshing intensifies]
We're having fun now.
There is no "we."
People die every day, Cassie.
Why are you letting it get under your skin?
Oh, because you're the one
who's supposed to die this time?
[loud, simultaneous clap]
[high-pitched ringing]
[horse whinnies]
[gulps]
♪♪♪
[children laughing]
♪ I--I--I--I need ♪
♪ I need you ♪
-Hello? Dot? -I saw that you called.
Cassie, I wanted to thank you
for all of the evidence you reported
and more importantly, for trusting me
with such a sensitive matter.
We're putting together a task force
to investigate the murders. I'll be running point.
Wait, what's the noise in the background?
I'm at Santa Monica Pier.
The double is here.
I think she's about to do something insane.
What are you doing there, Cassie?
If you're correct, this is not safe for you
and you need to leave. And if you see Mr. Berry
do not engage.
I am on my way to you now.
-Wait, wait, is Benjamin the-- -[line beeps]
Shit.
Cassie.
Excuse me! Excuse me. Excuse me.
Coming through! Sorry! Excuse me! Excuse me!
Move! Excuse me.
Excuse me. Sorry. Can I---
Can I get through this?
I'm sorry, can I get through here?
Hi, sorry.
Excuse me! Excuse me! Excuse me! Sorry.
Can I get on this ride?
I know, I suck! I suck. Can I get on?
Thank you.
♪♪♪
[games beeping]
Shit!
Team Home Invasion is right behind us.
-But what are they doing here? -I don't know. Looking for us?
We took their shit and called the cops on them.
It's probably not a friendly visit.
[exhales]
Glad we made their kill list.
Don't fucking say shit like "kill list"!
Sorry. Yeah.
What are we supposed to do? We can't just like...
I don't know, start a life
in this little corner of the arcade
and just grow old together and just never come out.
No, no, we have to fight back somehow.
Great, totally. We have to fight back.
Except, you know, they're murderous bounty hunters
-and we're us, so... -Right.
-Look, I have the taser -Whoa.
that we stole from them.
What are we gonna do that requires a taser?
Okay, I'm about to come off the indecision bench
with, like, a very large swing
and I'm gonna need you to trust me, okay?
Okay.
What I'm about to say is very stupid
and idiotic and extremely risky and dangerous
and we should never do anything like this ever again.
Um, that said...
here's my idea.
♪♪♪
Mr. Berry.
You shouldn't be here, Mr. Evans.
Honestly, I was hoping that you wouldn't be here.
But after everything that Cassie found out,
I pretty much knew you would.
What do you think you're doing here?
You should not be here.
♪♪♪
Fuck, fuck, fuck!
Why did I get on this fucking ride?
[whispers] Come with me.
♪♪♪
What the fuck's going on here?
Oh! Oh.
[elevator dings]
It's only a little bit out of order.
You're on a carnival ride while your friend is dying?
You are helpless. Although people have been dying
because of you since you were a little girl.
Your mom won't even forgive you.
Who the fuck would forgive you?
You should've died in that truck with your dad.
You little--
Okay, what is going on?
No. No, no, no, no, no.
That is not my mom.
It's the closest you get to her.
[sighs]
Mom?
Really not sure what I'm supposed to do here.
Um, Mom, I'm not...
sure what's...
Oh, I'm not sure about much of anything right now.
Except so much time wasted.
And you need to stop breaking your own heart.
That's all I want.
You want me to apologize to you.
Oh...
I'm not sure I'm ready to forgive you yet.
You can't control how I feel, Cassie,
no matter how much you want to.
You're powerless to make me forgive you, Cassie.
You're powerless when someone puts a drink in your hand.
You're powerless to pull yourself together.
Hell, you're powerless to get off this Ferris wheel.
Honey...
you can't do anything but accept it.
CASSIE: What is going on?
Cassie...
I love you.
And I wouldn't be saying it in here
if it didn't already exist out there.
Just be patient with others.
With me, if you can.
And with yourself.
[footsteps thundering]
♪♪♪
So your girl ran away and left you to take the heat?
-Smart. -You have no idea how smart.
GABRIELLE: See, I'm convinced that you two want to die.
Because you just couldn't leave it alone, could you?
Listen, Max, fair is fair, right?
No. Okay--
[electricity zapping]
[body thuds]
[Gabrielle groans]
Zap her! The other cartridge! Zap her!
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!
[electricity zapping]
[spasms, inhales sharply]
[gasping]
Jesus.
That was badass!
- Max...I'm so sorry. -Hey...
I'm so sorry. I will never make you be
the damsel in distress ever again.
-That was so fucking stupid. -Hey, no, hey, hey.
I trusted you, and you trusted yourself,
and it worked.
No, I know, but there are, like,
you know, safer fucking ways
to learn big life lessons, and--and--
-what was I thinking? -It worked! It worked.
[kisses] Whoo!
So now we're, uh... we're officially engaged?
♪♪♪
Cassie.
CASSIE: Grace.
Oh, my God, this was you.
It was you the whole time. Holy shit!
Let's go.
I want to go again.
I really want to go again.
Okay, double trouble, take a seat.
Jesus, this is fucked.
♪♪♪
I fucking knew it was you.
I knew it was you. I didn't want it to be,
but I fucking knew it.
So what, do you just
creepily befriend someone and then go dress like them
and then go murder a bunch of people?
I don't want to be doing any of this.
Grace, you don't have to do that.
You don't have to do anything you don't want to do.
Benjamin Berry, no one.
No one can make you do something
that you don't want to do.
-Benjamin Berry? -Yes! Yeah!
He definitely can't make me do anything.
I just stabbed him.
Wait, what...
Okay, um...
I--I thought you were wor...
Jesus, Cassie, I'm a trained killer.
You're a flight attendant with a box cutter.
[cutter clanks against bars]
And everybody here saw two blondes get on this ride,
and both of us being on here together
really fucks the whole plan.
-It's not great. -Oh, God.
[sighs]
Why are you the one freaking out here?
I told you, this is not my very fucking favorite thing to do.
-Okay? Any of it. -Oh, okay, just--okay.
I genuinely liked you.
It's so much bigger than you or me.
Okay, Grace, please, listen.
You told me that when my life was falling apart
to come to you. Well, my world is falling apart
so please, please put that gun down.
I am begging you, please do not shoot that gun.
I wanted out of the army.
Like, at all costs, 'cause I hated what they made me do.
-What? -And now I'm doing
the exact thing that I didn't want to be doing--
I'm killing people for someone else.
It's just such a fucking trap.
Well, why me? Why me? Why did you--
Why did you plant that View-Master?
What View-Master? What are you talking about?
Look, if it was up to me, then neither of us
would be here right now. Now who am I
now that I spend my time dressed up like you?
Where can I go? Nowhere!
Okay, yes, you can. There's always a way out.
I killed people.
When this ride is over, I'm going to prison.
The worst part, I never had a choice.
-[distant sirens blaring] -Okay, okay, listen to me.
Just tell me who is making you do this.
You do have a choice right now.
You do have a choice.
[sighs] No, you're right. I do have a choice.
[sirens continue]
Okay, Grace, listen to me. Just listen to me.
-No-- -[gun fires]
♪♪♪
[high-pitched ringing]