- 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.
- 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?
- 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 3 - C 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 3 - C,
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.
- Ugh, new route, new me.
Fuck.
Who are you?
Who the fuck are you?
Aah!
Oh, my--fuck!
Ugh!
- 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?
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!
- 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.
- 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...
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?
- 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?
- Yeah, well, that's the thing. Nobody really knows.
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.
- Okay.
Okay.
- 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. Oh, my God.
I am so sorry.
You can bill me, okay? I'm sorry.
- Would you please--
Oh, no.
- Fuck.
Excuse me.
Oh, my God.
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's00 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.
- Getting an early start today.
I'm all for it.
What can I get for you?
- Ooh.
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...
Okay.
No Cassie.
Oh, but we do have a Cassandra Bowden.
- There she is.
That's her. Yep.
Thank you. You are my hero.
- 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...
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.
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.
- 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.
Seriously? Fuck.
- 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...
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--
- 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.
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?
- 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. - Hi.
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.
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.
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.
- Oh, my God. I...
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.
- Sorry.
- Hey.
- 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.
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--
- 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 thinkthat 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.
- 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...
- 'Cause I wanted to pay my respects or something.
I wasn't thinking. I don't know.
I-- - It's okay, Cassie.
- Okay, fine, fine, fine.
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."
- Motherfucker. Cassie!
- There is only this moment
as you find the calm to appreciate it.
- 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.
- 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...
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.
- Thank you.
- You're welcome.
- 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. - Rome.
- There is nothing that you can do here.
Do you understand me?
- 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.
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?
- 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.
- 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.
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...
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.
- "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.
- 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.
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.
- 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.
- 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.
- 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?
Sure.
- Cheers. - Okay, good.
Oh, your--
do you need to get that?
- Nope.
Hey, it's Cassie. I'll probably call you back.
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.
- 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.
Fucking kid.
- Cheers.
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.
- 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.
Oh, jeez.
I really don't want you to be a liar.
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...
- She killed you.