[sirens blaring]
[ominous music]
♪ ♪
[engine revving]
[body thuds]
[high-pitched whirs and beeps]
- Max, come on!
Max!
- You couldn't just invent a narrative about me.
You're doing it to yourself as well.
♪ ♪
- [exhales]
♪ ♪
[phones ringing]
- Annie. Annie, is Max okay?
I know you're probably mad.
But seriously, is--is he okay?
- We were only trying to-- - We?
- Okay.
Uh, where are your injuries?
Oh, none. You don't have any.
Great, okay. I told you you could leave.
- Annie, please, you gotta listen to me.
Alex stole a ton of money from Lionfish
and from his own clients.
And my picture was on their computer
and so was Miranda's
but it said that her name was Elena--
- Then maybe it wasn't her. - No.
- Can--can you hear yourself right now, Cassie?
You've--you've totally lost it.
- No, li-- - You've--
- Listen to me. Max literally saved my life.
He pushed me out of the way of a--
- So I just got a call from a friend
at the local precinct,
and he told me that they're holding a 17-year-old girl
who just learned a pretty fucked-up lesson
in driving while high.
So no one was chasing you,
and there's no conspiracy.
- No, that's impossible. That's not what that was--
- Oh, really? Because that's the part
of the story that sounds insane.
- Annie, please. This is way bigger
than any of us even thought.
- So, uh, in the entire history
of our friendship--
is that what we're calling it? - What?
- Are we calling it a friendship?
Anyway, uh, in all that time,
you've never seen me mad.
So I'd back the fuck off if I were you.
[vending machine beeping, whirring]
[tense music]
- Did they find a flash drive?
Listen--it's a "Hello Kitty" flash drive.
Max had it in his pocket. It was really small.
But it has all the information you need.
There is proof on there, I swear.
- - As long as you swear, - Cassie.
[indistinct chatter]
- Annie.
Annie!
Wait. Where is Max?
- Surgery.
Do you understand the severity of this situation?
- Yes. I'm sorry.
I didn't seem them wheel him out, okay?
But--where are his clothes?
Wh--he put the flash drive in his back pocket.
I watched him do it,
So can you check th--
Yeah, okay.
♪ ♪
- There's nothing. - Okay, yeah, um...
- There's nothing? See?
- He did. He put it in--
- There's nothing, no.
- You don't have any proof, - Cassie.
All you have are impossible stories about stalkers
and women on trains
and rich parents with guns.
- You're the one who told me about the Sokolovs, okay?
And the proof you need is on the "Hello Kitty" flash drive.
- Don't you dare say fucking "Hello Kitty" to me
one more time, I swear to God.
There is no drive, Cassie.
- We were trying to help you, okay?
We were trying to get information
that didn't come from you
because you said the FBI was on--
- Oh, you were concerned about me!
- Yeah! - Oh, my God.
Okay. That's great.
Ask me about my day.
So I can tell you about the fucking hell
that I went through for you
before I even found out about Max.
- I don't--what? - Ask me.
- What are you talking about?
- Do you know what? Just shut up.
- You just told me to ask you! - Shut up!
[distant phone ringing]
- Okay. - Um...
So Max is very injured.
And all you can talk about is you.
- That's not true.
I did CPR. I called 911.
- Oh, my God. Congratulations, Cassie,
for being a human and doing the right thing.
That's amazing.
- What else was I supposed to do?
I am sorry.
I did not mean for him to get hurt.
- I'm done.
- Annie.
- Get your shit out of my house.
I'm done.
[tense music]
♪ ♪
[phone ringing]
[door creaks, thuds]
♪ ♪
[glitching]
- [sighs]
[frenetic jazz music]
♪ ♪
[intriguing music]
♪ ♪
[cell phone ringtone playing]
- Cassie?
Uh, it's pretty late.
- Oh, God. [laughs]
Sorry.
I didn't even realize how late it was.
Um...I--so--
I just thought we should, like, connect more.
- I'm sorry.
Are you asking me to, like, hang out with you?
- We should--we should do something, you know?
- Yeah, I'll see you on the Rome flight.
- Wait. The Rome flight?
What? - In two days?
Girl, you are such a mess.
- God.
[phone buzzing]
[playful music]
♪ ♪
- You got Shane. Leave a message.
♪ ♪
[cell phone ringtone playing]
- Hi, Cassie.
- Hey, Megan.
Whatcha doing?
[whooshes]
- Are you gonna call every person you know?
Are you pathologically incapable of being alone?
- Are you?
I do not wanna be in this room, okay?
I wanna be in the real world with my real friends.
- Well, good luck with that.
You've alienated everyone in your life.
- Yeah, you're crazy. My friends love me.
- [scoffs]
- I was thinking-- do you wanna go get oysters?
Just me and you, like a little--
a little girl's oyster night.
- You okay? - Yes.
I'm totally fine.
In fact, I'm really good. I'm sorry.
This is, like, super last minute.
But, um, you always say we don't hang out enough.
So I thought, what-- let's hang out, right?
- Okay, Cassie. We're both adults.
And I can tell the difference
between real excited and fake excited.
So what do you need?
- Why do you always think something is wrong?
- Well, maybe it's because it feels like
you only call me when you need something.
- Does it really? That's interesting.
Because I thought you wanted me to call you more.
You know, the way you call me all the time,
leaving me so many messages.
- Cassie, I already apologized for calling so often.
- You even left me a message in Korean.
Yeah. So you're leaving me messages
in other languages,
but I just wanna simply call you
but I guess I can't do that, so.
- Korean message?
How?
- Yeah. You and some guy.
Talking. I don't--
- Uh, you know what?
It was actually Bill and I. Yes.
Yes, we had this, um, weird sex thing.
And it's just totally embarrassing.
So could you just delete that for me?
- Nah.
I think I'm gonna keep it.
I'm gonna keep it for fun.
Gonna translate it later when I feel like it.
- [laughs nervously]
That--no, no. No.
Uh, you know what? Where are you?
I-I'll meet you for that drink.
- You know what? Nope.
I'm over it. I'm over it.
Vibe ruined. You ruined it.
I should've-- should've fucking known.
- Eh, Cassie? C--
Cassie!
- [sighs]
[tense music]
[cell phone ringtone playing]
- ♪ I need ♪
♪ I need you ♪
♪ I-I-I-I-I need-- ♪
[intriguing music]
- Hi.
- Well, that was a quick answer.
- Are you lonely? Do you wanna see me?
- Yes, and absolutely yes.
♪ ♪
All right. See you at my place.
- Okay.
♪ ♪
[sighs]
[dramatic music]
No, no, no, no, no.
I do not wanna be in this room. I am leaving!
[whooshing]
[dramatic music]
Uh...
That's never happened before.
- Cassie...
You gotta stop lying to yourself.
- No. No, no, no, no.
You--you stay in there.
[door rattling]
And I-I'm gonna-- I'm gonna stay out here.
- So here's what we're gonna do.
We're just gonna talk this through like rational adults.
[frenetic jazz music]
[glitching]
♪ ♪
You can't ignore me, Cassie.
♪ ♪
[glitching]
- I'm hungry.
Do you wanna get breakfast?
- Excuse me. Hi.
Can we get some more bottomless mimosas please?
- Yeah. - No, no, no, no, no, no.
- Can we keep those? - [laughs]
You know what? I can't see the bottom of this.
This is, in fact, bottomless.
- You know what's also bottomless?
- What? [chair creaks]
Hm. What are you doing?
Oh, my God.
[giggles]
- Hi, everyone.
- Oh, she--she didn't like what she saw.
- Come here. - Yes.
- [clears throat dramatically]
So unfortunately, we have this weird policy
where we require people to stay fully clothed.
[laughter]
You need to pay and go.
[indistinct radio chatter]
- So Cassie went to Alex's apartment, then came here.
- That's right.
I saw the guy she was with
pick the lock to get in.
- Why is an empty warehouse so important?
- Maybe they stole all the stuff.
You know, if they had access to a big truck maybe.
- If they had a big truck, you would've seen it
when you were following her.
- Isn't it time for your next shift?
[tense music]
- [sighs]
[indistinct radio chatter]
[car door opens]
♪ ♪
[cell phone ringtone ringing, vibrating]
- What?
- Uh, what's with the federal raid of Lionfish?
- Well, thanks to the blonde woman,
they had to clean everything out overnight.
Hold on.
How the fuck do you know about that?
- Because I'm watching it happen.
- God damn it.
You told Victor you were back in London.
Why are you in New York?
And why does everyone have to listen to him
except for you?
- I just need to clean things up
before Victor realizes I'm not in London.
Kay? - [laughs]
Good luck with that.
- Oh, come on.
Outside of this, we're friends.
Jesus, I even let you take care of my cat.
- For two years.
It's not your cat anymore.
It's my cat that I never wanted
just like these fuckin' phone calls.
- Yeah, okay. Listen.
If Victor asks,
I just need you to tell him
that you've seen me in London.
Okay?
- Would you do that for me?
- I'll pay you. Cash.
[suspenseful music]
- Fine. Fine.
A few more days.
But that is it.
♪ ♪
- Feed my cat.
[rock music playing]
- Ooh, hey, girl! - Hi, Mick!
[laughter] Hey, babe.
Hey, can we get two please?
- Of course. - You a regular or?
- Uh, you know, just a little.
[Dolly Parton's "Here You Come Again"]
- [gasps] - [gasps]
Ooh.
- You know I love this song.
- [laughs] I know you do, Cassie.
- It's my favorite. - What song is this?
Cassie and jukebox: ♪ Here you come again ♪
♪ ♪
- You know the words too. Sing it.
Cassie, Buckley: ♪ To get myself together ♪
♪ You waltz right through the door ♪
♪ Just like you've done before ♪
♪ And I wrap my heart ♪
[music warping] ♪ Around your little finger ♪
♪ Here you come again ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Just when I'm about to make it work without you ♪
♪ You look into my eyes ♪ [dramatic music overlapping]
♪ And lie your pretty lies ♪
[distorted music]
♪ And pretty soon I'm wondering ♪
♪ How I came to doubt you ♪
- Cassie...
[glitching] Ca-Ca-Ca-Cas--
- This is not funny.
The hell are you doing?
[dramatic music]
- ♪ Just leave it up to you and in a little while ♪
♪ You're messin' up my mind ♪
♪ And fillin' up my senses ♪
♪ Here you come again ♪ - [gasps]
[glitching]
- Cassie! - [breathing heavily]
- ♪ Lookin' better than a body has a right to ♪
[dramatic music]
♪ That all I really know is here you come again ♪
- Hey. Hey.
Let's go sit over there. - Okay.
♪ ♪
- We never go into the city on our weekly dates.
This is fun, huh?
- Mom, where are we going?
- Oh, I gotta make a quick stop.
But I thought that we could go to Big Gay Ice Cream.
Hm? Sound fun?
- Yeah, I guess. Stop where though?
- Oh, uh, Cassie has something of mine
that I need to pick up.
And she's not answering any of texts, so...
- Oh, my God.
Can't this this wait until-- I don't know--
I'm not involved?
- Sorry.
I need this right now
so please get over it.
- Cassie.
Cassie is the absolute worst.
Why do you even like her?
- Uh, 'cause she's my best friend.
Thank you.
- It's kind of sad how you think this, like,
party monster girl is your best friend.
- Well, you know what? I like her, okay?
She does whatever she wants
and revels in it, and people love her.
And Eli, that is--[scoffs]
I just hope that you never have to experience
feeling unseen or unwanted in your life, okay?
[classic rock music playing over radio]
'Cause if someone was to make you feel that way,
it's just terrible.
[typing on phone]
Are you even listening to me?
- I found Cassie.
- What? - Here she is.
At a bar singing Dolly Parton songs 28 minutes ago.
- [laughs] That is genius.
How did you do that?
- - So we're going to a bar. - Cool.
- [laughing] No.
I'm going to a bar.
You are going to wait in the car, young man.
- Oh, come on.
[high-pitched ringing]
[tense music]
♪ ♪
- [echoing] Cassie?
[glitching]
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
- Cassie!
[high-pitched ringing]
- [giggles]
♪ ♪
- Um...
Behind you, do you see that guy over there?
- Uh...yeah.
The one with the checkered tie?
- Okay. You can see him too?
- Yeah.
- Okay, good, 'cause, um...
He's been following me.
This is not the first time.
- So you've--you've got a stalker?
[laughs]
Brag.
- Thing is--
hey, hey, hey, hey. - Hm?
- [whispers] I think he's an assassin.
- Wait. Is this--
is this some sort of fantasy role play thing
or something? - Okay.
Fuck it. You know what?
I'm gonna go. I'm gonna ask him.
I can't take this anymore.
- Wait--ask to see his, uh-- his passport.
Or--or his license to kill.
[laughs]
[sighs]
[intriguing music]
♪ ♪
- Hey, hey.
Are you stalking me? Are you trying to kill me?
Because I know all about Lionfish.
And I know you've been following me
so what's up with that?
Hm?
♪ ♪
Wait a minute. Are you FBI?
Oh.
Just tell me you're FBI, and then I'll leave you alone.
I would love that because that would mean I was safe!
I--okay. This is good.
♪ ♪
Wink.
Just give me, like, a--
Just give me a wink and then I'll know.
Then I'll know.
It's like a sign.
♪ ♪
Okay.
That was not a wink
but it was something.
[whispers] You're FBI.
- Nah, I'm just--
- Yeah. I knew it.
- You're nuts, lady.
♪ ♪
Drinks? - Fresh drinks!
- Okay. Move it over, buddy.
- Hey. Come on in.
- Okay.
- So? - What?
- How'd it go with your stalker?
- Oh. Oh, no, no, no.
Everything's totally fine. It's no big deal.
It's the FBI. They're watching me.
- Okay. - Yeah.
- I-I mean, I didn't know I was dating someone
who was so important.
- Are we dating now?
Is that what we're doing? - Yeah.
Okay, okay. What if I, um--
what if I say we should just run away together?
Just--just run away from everything right now?
What would you say?
- Um, that's... [laughter]
It's a good question.
I'm gonna--I'm gonna think about that answer.
And I'm gonna come back... - Okay.
- And I'm gonna tell you. - Okay.
I'll tell you my answer when you get back.
[indistinct chatter]
[muffled music]
[poignant music]
♪ ♪
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
- [gasps]
Oh, my God.
This is such bullshit!
- You can't run away from me.
I'm in your head.
It's just me and the mess.
- Fine--that's fine. You--you can be here.
But I don't wanna be in this room.
I thought I made that pretty clear
when I physically ran out the door.
- Well, I don't know,
but unlike everyone else,
you can't seem to get rid of me.
- Well, you said no one would wanna spend time with me.
- Ah. - You were wrong.
- Sure.
It's been a great night and day
with dead cat guy.
I was obviously talking
about people who know you.
- Oh, great. Please.
Share your wisdom please.
- I'm not telling you anything you don't know, Cassie.
You get it?
I'm telling you that even though
your life is in real danger,
your only wish is that anybody--
literally anybody had answered your call
because Annie cut you off.
♪ ♪
That's just sad.
- It's not--Annie and I--
we'll--we'll make up. We'll be fine.
We're always fine.
- She's done. I saw it.
I was there. - No.
No. I'll prove you wrong.
- Hasn't happened yet.
[tense music]
[whooshes]
- [inhales]
♪ ♪
[whispers] You're the worst.
♪ ♪
[intriguing music]
♪ ♪
[dramatic music]
- Hey. Hey, hey, hey.
Sorry I had you wait out here,
but I found Cassie, got what I wanted--
- Cool. Whatever, Mom.
- Well, thank you for your help.
[car clicks]
- Hey. Hey.
I gotta go fix things with my girlfriend, Annie,
like, right now.
- Oh, yeah. She's your lawyer friend.
Right? - Yeah.
Come on. We're leaving.
Where's my phone? - Okay.
- Are you sitting on it?
- No. - Where is it?
- [laughs]
It's on the fucking floor.
[laughter] I mean...
- Wait. Where are you taking me?
- Do you really care where I'm taking you?
- No. I would go anywhere with you.
- Good. That's what I thought.
Let's go.
[rock music playing on the jukebox]
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
- Oh! - [chokes]
♪ ♪
- You didn't mention Bowden brought up Lionfish
when you interviewed.
- Are those my notes? - It's your field report.
- It didn't really register.
- Is it completely lost on you
that the warehouse we were standing in earlier
is leased to Lionfish?
- How am I supposed to know that one of the crazy things
she's said is even tangentially relevant?
- Bowden was in that warehouse.
And at Unisphere and at the Sokolov's.
And all those things, she's linking in her statement.
- Try this.
Bowden and Sokolov
knew each other in New York.
So they were flirting on the plane
because they were already involved.
Something went bad in Bangkok
during their marathon love fest.
She snapped. She killed him.
And everything she's been doing since that moment
has been cleaning up any proof
that they knew each other before the flight.
- What about everything she said
outside of Sabrina Oznowich's apartment?
- If you wanna look into her crazy statement, then great!
That sounds like a really fun project for you.
I'm staying focused on Bowden.
- Being your partner is really infuriating sometimes.
[door creaks, keys jingle]
- Come on.
- Wow.
[intriguing music]
So...
Do you always hang out in your friends' apartments
when they're not home?
- No.
They gotta come home sometime, right?
- [laughs]
- Here. You take that one.
- Thanks. - You're welcome.
[door opens, closes]
- [whispers] She's home.
- Holy fuck. - Hi.
- Are you for real? - I--we need to talk.
And this was the only way it was gonna happen.
I had to come here. - Who's this?
- Yes. This is, um--this is Buckley.
He is a guy that I am...
- Buckley.
- No, you're right. You gotta go.
Yeah. You gotta leave for a second.
- But we just got here. - I know.
He's gonna leave. - Okay.
Nice to meet you.
- He's leaving. - I'll be right here.
- Yeah. Okay.
- Yeah. You should leave.
- Annie, I am so truly sorry about what happened.
You have to know that. - Mm-hmm.
Yeah, no. You said that already.
And I got it. And I want you to leave.
- Any time you and I get bad,
we always--we always-- we fix this.
- Okay, so the man that I love--
Fucking fuck. Yep, okay.
Uh... [laughs]
The man that I love is laying in a hospital bed
and it's your fault so.
- You love him? - No, no, no.
This is not with this is.
It's not a sharing moment.
Um...
I'm really sick of having
to excuse you and forgive you
'cause I'm not the answer, Cass,
to whatever crazy thing it is
that you're trying to drown out
with, like, partying and booze and Buckleys.
And what the fuck kind of name is Buckley?
- It's a family name, he's-- - Okay.
Can you go away?
- Hold on. Let me get this--
Let me get this straight.
You're sick of forgiving me?
- Yeah. Mm-hmm.
- How about me having to forgive you?
- [laughs] I'm sorry.
What?
- I have forgiven you for so much shit.
It's--I mean, let's think. This--oh, yes!
Our trip in Cabo when I fell asleep in the bar,
and you left me there!
Yes? Yeah. That was--
how about, um, the trip to Palm Springs?
That bed--remember-- you broke the bed
and then you blamed it on me? - Mm-hmm.
- I paid for it.
Like, what was--what was that?
- Okay, so, Cassie,
you got Max hit by a car.
- I know.
I know. I--
It's hor--I feel horrible about it.
- Uh-huh. - I'd never--
but friends, you know, we-- we mess up,
and then we forgive each other.
And I am only asking for just one more--
- Okay, you know what, Cassie? Let's just be honest.
Our friendship doesn't work.
It just doesn't work, so...
- You want--you want honesty?
So I-I come to you as a friend, right?
And I tell you--you want me to tell you things.
And I tell you someone's stalking me.
And you didn't believe me.
What do I do with that?
What about your honesty, Annie? Huh?
I still don't know what the fuck you do for work
and why you have a creepy third cell phone from 2004.
And I didn't even know Max existed!
[tense music]
- Y-yeah, you're right. - Yeah.
What? - You're right.
That's--maybe, um...
maybe our friendship only works because, uh...
we don't show each other the messy bits.
You never had to call me a liar
and I never had to call you a drunk
but that's what we are, Cass.
♪ ♪
- I am not a drunk.
- You can barely stand up straight.
- If you wanna call me names
and not believe what I tell you,
that's fine.
But you--you are not better than me.
- I didn't say that I was--
I just called myself a liar. God--
Okay. You know what?
Um...
So I don't have the emotional bandwidth
to fight with you today,
'cause I'm a little tapped out.
So I'm done.
And, um...
I'm gonna need you to get your puppy from the hallway
and, uh, leave please.
- Wow. Wow.
Wow!
Kay.
[solemn piano music]
You know what, Annie? You know what?
I did not think this
would go like this.
- Did your plan go wrong? I'm so sorry.
My heart breaks for you, Cass.
Grow the fuck up, okay?
♪ ♪
- You know, you're gonna feel really bad
when I wind up dead.
♪ ♪
Come on. Let's go.
Let's go do something crazy.
- - Yeah! - Crazy.
[laughs]
♪ ♪
[car horn blares]
[indistinct chatter]
- What the--the hell is this?
They think this is funny?
What--
[chain jingles]
This pony is completely chained up here.
It's fucking animal abuse.
- Right. It's not a real pony.
- Symbolism? Ever heard of it?
I don't like what this represents.
- The world is a messed up place.
Hey. But what if--
what if we set him free?
[glitching]
[laughter]
And we're back!
- Look, I-I get that you're in denial
but do you realize what you are about to do
in broad daylight?
- Do you know why Buckley is so much better than you?
Because he--he wants me to be me, you know?
- [scoffs]
- He doesn't, like, judge me or...
He doesn't question every fucking move I make!
[whoosh, high pitched ringing]
- Yeah, what do you mean? Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
- You wanted to do something crazy.
- Yes! - Let's set him free!
- What do you mean? What do you mean?
- Just help me, help me, help me, come on, come on.
- Shh. No, we can't. - If we get bogged down
in logistics, we'll never do it.
Just do it. - Okay, okay, okay, okay.
Wait, wait, wait, hold on. Too hard.
- Just-- [pony rumbling]
- [yelps]
- You're about to steal a ride
that's designed for children!
- Okay. You know what?
I got a--I'm gonna tell you a thing.
You ready to hear a thing?
- Yes. - Here it is.
I am not gonna always think about you.
Okay?
I feel like I should
but I'm not going to because I can't.
Because if I keep thinking about you,
I'm gonna go-- I'm gonna go insane.
Do you want me to go insane?
[grunts] [glass shatters]
[whooshes]
[frenetic jazz music]
- [whispers] Let's go.
- Um...[laughs]
- Let's go. Let's go.
- Wait, what are you-- - Just go!
- Oh, my God. [laughing]
[glass shatters] [whooshes]
Hurry! Hurry up.
- Wait, wait, hold on. - Hey!
- Oh, my God.
Oh, fuck. - Go, go, go, go, go, go!
[glass shattering]
[pony thuds, glass shatters]
- [yelps] - Wha!
Shh. - [laughs]
- What the-- - Look at his dumb face.
- I am so sorry. I have--
I didn't mean to... - It was--it was--
- Hey. They stole my horse!
- No. - No, no.
- [laughs]
♪ ♪
- Fuck!
Fuck.
We are justice! - Hell yeah!
[engine turning over]
[siren blares]
[engine revving]
[indistinct chatter]
[phone ringing]
[knocking]
- Um, Annie? How's Max?
- Jessica, um...
He's fine. Uh...
He's fine. You got my message.
Thanks for coming.
I just didn't wanna be gone for too long
in case, um...
In case I don't know. [laughs]
- Oh, um...
I brought you something you can't kill.
I mean, uh, something that won't die.
Oh, my God.
I just didn't think you'd want flowers or anything.
- It's fine. Thank you, Jessica.
It's fine. [clears throat]
Please take this to give to Diana.
It's my...
letter of resignation from Davis & Carlisle.
- Oh, wow. Why?
Sorry, I mean,
shouldn't you give it to her yourself?
- No. Yeah, no.
If I go in there, she'll convince me to stay
because I, um, want to.
Uh, but I realize that I can't, so.
- I don't understand. Is it the firm?
I mean, you're so good.
[phone ringing]
- This is cute. Um...
Your name isn't Jessica, is it?
- It's Jennifer, actually.
- Right. That's--
[groans] Cassie was right.
Wow, I fucking hate that.
Um...
Why would let me call you Jessica?
You know what? Don't answer that.
Just--you shouldn't let people tell you who you are.
Um...like, for instance,
my name's actually pronounced Ah-nie.
Um, it's Armenian.
But when I was little,
kids, uh, just started calling me Annie
and so my name just kind of changed.
- Oh.
Do you not like Annie?
- Look--what people call you is important, okay?
Like, I don't know.
Say they call you an ace lawyer.
And one day, you-- [scoffs]
You just fucking withhold discovery.
Uh, or start meeting with clients in meat lockers.
And then suddenly a woman eating a rare steak
is just, like, asking you to murder a man.
And that happens.
- Oh, my God.
- What? Um...
Wow. Sorry.
That, um... [laughs]
Please just don't let people
like Diana or like me,
um, tell you who you are.
Okay?
- I don't think I can just become a Jessica,
but I'll miss working for you.
And I'll give this to Diana.
[soft music]
[tense music]
♪ ♪
- [sighs]
- [through car radio] Breathing is so important.
We can forget to be present
and just experience this moment.
This now. - Oh, shit.
- It's happening to you. [dramatic sting]
- [grunts]
[both grunting]
- [gasps]
[dramatic music]
- [yelps] [grunting]
[both grunting]
♪ ♪
- [grunting]
[body squelches]
- It can seem elusive...
- Fuck you.
- That are beyond your control.
Every breath becomes a wave of comfort
washing over you washing over your present circumstances.
You have the power to stop--
- [breathing heavily]
♪ ♪
[tense music]
♪ ♪
[glitching]
[camera shutter clicking]
[tense music]
[door creaks, slams]
[keys jingling]
♪ ♪
[glitching]
- You're doing it right now, you know?
You don't even realize it.
♪ ♪
[distorted voice] You don't even realize it.
[indistinct chatter]
♪ ♪
[distorted, glitching] You don't even realize it.
- Why is it changing?
- Let's go. He's not coming.
- Yes, he is.
- He's probably getting drunk somewhere.
- Shut up, Davey.
- If he cared, he'd be here.
- He just doesn't care about you
because all you do is complain.
In fact, he hates you.
And so do I.
[dramatic music]
- Stop!
♪ ♪
- [groans]
[droning]
[laughter]
[glitching]
[cheers and applause] [laughter]
[glitching]
- Whoo.
- Hand cake.
- Stop. - [laughing]
- Don't do that.
- What's going on with your memory?
- No, you're doing this to me. Stop doing this to me.
- Whatever this is, you're doing it.
- Double fist! - Dad.
- Come on. - You're gonna ruin it.
- Come at me. - Dad--
[laughter] - What's wrong with you?
- Come on! We were playing around.
It was an accident. You two are so uptight.
- And you're too full of beer
to know what you're doing, Hank.
Jesus. - Get up.
You're not hurt. - [cries]
- Get the hell up.
[cracks beer]
[laughter]
- Why did that change?
- I think this is what really happened.
- No. This is not what happened.
We were having fun. It was--okay.
That was my fault. I started that.
I don't wanna see this!
- What the hell is that noise?
[car horn blaring]
- [breathing heavily]
[distorted laughing]
- No.
[laughter]
- This is what really happened.
- Hi. - She's just a child, Hank.
You act like she's your drinking buddy.
- I'd drink with my son if he wasn't such a little fag.
[distorted voice] Little fag.
[glitching]
- Ugh. God!
[gasping]
No, no, no.
[sobbing]
[dramatic music]
[grunting]
♪ ♪
[inhales]
[sighs]
[line ringing]
[cell phone ringtone playing]
[line ringing]
- Hello?
- This is a collect call
from the 120th Street Correctional Facility
in New York.
To accept, say "Accept."
- Uh, I'll accept.
Cassie?
- [sighs]
Uh, hey. This is my--my one phone call.
So... - I'm your phone call?
- Yeah.
- Wait, uh--isn't there someone closer
that you could--like Annie?
- No. I'm just, um...
I just need to talk to you real quick.
Don't worry.
- Well-- [scoffs]
I wish I could, like, I wish I didn't have to w--
are you all right?
- I'm fine.
- Cassie, you're not fine.
This is not
a fine phone call.
- So here's the thing, um...
[emotional music]
All these years, I thought you were so crazy.
Like, I--I treated you like you were crazy, you know?
Your version of our childhood was just so unreal.
Like it was-- it was not real to me.
♪ ♪
And I-I can't change
what Dad did, you know,
and how he acted but, um...
I think I was part of it.
And I was so wrong.
I was so wrong.
I am so, so, so sorry, you know?
I'm starting to think that it was kind of my fault.
- No. - And I'm so sorry.
- No.
I never...
I never thought that.
- I just remember Dad being so good.
♪ ♪
I really wanted him to be good.
- I know.
We all do what we can to...
To--listen.
Do you, um...
Do you wanna tell me what's going on?
Because I know something is going on.
Just so maybe I can help.
- No.
Just, you know, ruining my life
one person a time.
I can't drag you into that. - You can.
You can, yes. You can drag me into this
'cause what's the point of having a big brother
if, you know-- gotta be good for something.
- I just have to figure some stuff out.
Really. It's gonna be okay.
- Right. Cassie...
♪ ♪
[sighs] You know I love you.
♪ ♪
- It's not okay how Dad treated you.
- I know.
I know.
But it's not okay how he treated you either.
- [gasps]
[whispers] Yeah.
Okay. I gotta go now.
I love you. I gotta--I gotta go now.
[breathing deeply]
[birds chirping]
- You know, I didn't realize
when you joined the swim team,
it meant that I would be waking up with you.
[both laugh]
Thank you for that.
- [sips drink]
- Here. I made this for you.
- Thanks.
- And don't chug it all at once
or else you'll be bouncing off the walls, okay?
- Ma, for what it's worth,
I actually had fun playing detective with you yesterday.
You can be, uh, pretty cool.
Sometimes.
- Good luck today. - Thanks.
- No.
- What are you doing up so early?
- Ah--oh, there's some computer issue at work.
They need me now.
- Oh. [tense music]
Right now?
- Yes, right now.
- What comp-- - No.
I don't know. I'll call you later.
- Okay. - I love you, baby.
- Love you too.
♪ ♪
- Hey, Bowden. Wake up.
You posted bail.
- I--really? [keys jingle]
Who--who posted it?
Was it the, um--Buckley,
that guy I came in with, the B--
I don't even fucking know his last name.
- No. He's still being held.
- Uh...
- Get up. Let's go.
Whole world's waiting.
- [groans]
[car horns blaring]
Oh. [groans]
[intriguing music]
Ugh.
[dramatic music]
- We need to talk.
[Dolly Parton's "Here You Come Again"]
- ♪ Here you come again ♪
♪ Just when I've begun to get myself together ♪
♪ You waltz right in the door ♪
♪ Just like you've done before ♪
♪ And wrap my heart 'round your little finger ♪
♪ Here you come again ♪
♪ Just when I'm about to make it work without you ♪
♪ You look into my eyes and lie those pretty lies ♪
♪ And pretty soon I'm wondering ♪
♪ How I came to doubt you ♪
♪ All you gotta do is smile that smile ♪
♪ And there go all my defenses ♪
♪ Just leave it up to you and in a little while ♪
♪ You're messin' up my mind ♪