[train horn blowing]
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
- [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--
♪ ♪
[frenetic jazz music]
♪ ♪
[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.
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
- 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]
[light suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
- 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 onefor 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.
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
- 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 beena 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 problemanymore.
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]
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
- 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]
[soft music playing]
♪ ♪
[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.[scoffs]
- 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?
[scoffs]
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. 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.
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
[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?
[foreboding music]
♪ ♪
[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.
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
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 ♪
♪ ♪