It took me three months to save for her.
Completely hairless.
I'm so happy you finally got it.
I know. I've been wanting a designer cat for so long.
- Come on, Gus, come on.
I keep looking at the photo the police found,
and it doesn't make sense, Hilary.
Why would Christopher have a photo of Gus on his phone?
Doesn't that seem strange to you?
Your dead neighbor having a photo of my son?
- Margaret-- -I wasn't with that man
when he took the photograph,
and Essie swears to me that she wasn't with him, either.
That doesn't necessarily mean that Christopher had any--
It's a possibility. That's all I'm saying.
It's a possibility. It needs to be investigated.
I know how hard it is to not have answers, Margaret,
but you can't keep doing this.
Can't keep doing what? Searching? Searching for my son?
Seeing everyone as a suspect. There are consequences.
It's a clue. Why won't you take it seriously?
Every detail is important.
That is what Detective Chang has always said.
And now this isn't important?
That man was secretly photographing my son.
How does that mean nothing?
He took one photo. They didn't find anything else.
Why do you keep defending him?
How well did you really know him?
I watered his plants and walked his dog all the time.
-Okay, so you didn't know him at all. -I can't do this right now.
I'm sorry, Margaret. I have to go.
-Puri, what are you doing? -Nothing, ma'am.
Just dusting. So much dust everywhere.
I'm running late for my meeting, Sam. Can you get me there quickly?
-Yes, ma'am. -Thank you.
-Thank you.
-Your laundry, sir. -Yeah. Thanks.
-Make up the room, too. Thank you. -Okay.
Hey, Sam. How are you?
I'm gonna put this volcano over there so I can set the table for dinner.
What about the lava? We've got no corn syrup.
I told Mom. She'll get it on the way home.
I'll bet you a hundred dollars she's gonna forget.
-Hong Kong dollars or U.S.? -U.S.
You don't even have a hundred U.S. dollars.
-Yes, I do. -Do not.
Hey, let's go help Essie set the table, huh? Both of you.
-Put your phone down, Daisy. -But, Dad--
Come on, come on, let's go. Help out.
Come on, Phil. And wash your hands.
Is this where they shot In the Mood for Love?
No, that's Goldfinch. But we're going there tomorrow.
-Oh, I love that movie. -Right?
Oh, Christopher Doyle is a genius.
Wait, is he the director?
No. Wong Kar-Wai is the director.
I'm Korean.
I saw you.
The restaurant.
Uh...
I'm actually Korean American.
Oh. Why didn't you say so?
I was saying I saw you at Mido.
The place around the corner.
Oh.
Oh, I didn't think anyone saw me.
Why? Do you think you are invisible?
Kinda.
I would prefer to fly.
What?
Flying's better than invisibility of all the superpowers.
I just want to be rich.
Being rich is not a superpower.
Tell that to all the poor people.
I'm Charly.
Mercy.
Nice to meet you.
Nice to meet you, too.
In class, the teacher asked us to name like ten metals.
-Ten metals? -Yeah.
Aluminum, titanium, uh--
- Hey. Oh. -Hey.
You started already.
There was so much traffic.
Didn't get the corn syrup.
-Told you. -Hey.
How was school?
Fine.
This looks nice.
Hi. You've reached David Starr.
Please leave a message, and I'll call you back.
Hey, David.
I know you're upset.
Can we just talk?
I... I don't know where you are, what you're doing.
That's not why I'm calling, though.
I just wanted to know if you were, uh...
if you were gonna make it to the dinner tonight.
I would really like it if you came.
You know, I can't handle, uh, Richard on my own.
Anyway, um...
Just... if you could just call and let me know.
You living here now?
It's been, what, like three weeks?
How do you do your laundry?
Can we not talk about it, please?
Oh, my God, you are, aren't you?
Where does your wife think you are, Mr. President?
Should I not say "wife"?
Woman, leave me alone, please.
-Mm, was she mean to you? -Ow. Stop it. Stop.
Did she hurt your feelings and make you leave?
Why are you so sensitive, Mr. President?
Geez, I said stop! Fuck!
I was just playing.
I know. Sorry, I'm...
It's complicated, all right?
Did she cheat on you?
No. She...
She paused.
What?
Most people probably wouldn't even realize it, but...
I can't seem to come back from it.
There was a beat, two seconds, maybe, almost nothing, but...
If you're being questioned by the police,
if they want to know where you were the night a little boy goes missing
and they ask your wife,
you'd hope that she wouldn't need a second to defend you.
To even consider the possibility of your involvement.
And now, every time I look at her, it's all I see: her waver.
Evidence of how she sees me, as someone capable of taking a child.
And it's fucking ridiculous, isn't it?
I mean, how can anyone think I had anything to do with Gus?
What do you think I did with him? Did-did I hide him?
Where? In my jacket?
In-in my car? Maybe I-I hid him in my office
so Hilary wouldn't find him.
"Where were you, David?
What did you do?"
May-may... maybe he's in my suitcase.
Gus, are you in here?
Oh, no, not in here, huh?
I know. Maybe he's in the cupboard.
Gus? Come out wherever you are.
Gussy! Ooh.
Oh, I know. Maybe he's in the toilet. Gus?
Oh, no, silly Gus. I can't find him.
I don't know where he's gone.
Gussy, you out here?
Damn it, Gus, where are you?
I can't find you anywhere.
Bunny, I don't... I don't know what I've done with him.
I can't find Gus.
I can't find him anywhere.
I can't find him anywhere. I can't find...
I think he's under the bed.
Oh. No, he's not there.
I don't see him under the sheets.
Gus! Gus!
- I know where he is. - Where'd he go?
- He's under here. - I can't find him.
- Come out, Gus! - Gus!
- Is he under here? - I don't see him.
-Gus! Gus? -Is he over there, Bunny?
-No, I don't see him. -Let's see. Gus-Gus!
-Gus! Where did-- -Where are you?
-Where did he-- Gus! -Come on, Gus. Get out here, please!
- Gus. - Gus, stop messing around!
Clarke, you're not listening to me.
He lived downstairs, and he never said a word to us?
Not one word.
Don't you think that's odd?
I mean, the detective said from the start
that it was always going to be someone that we knew
or someone that Gus knew.
I mean, they thought it was important enough
to show us the photo, but they didn't think it was important enough
to investigate this guy? Why? Why?
Uh, oh, hold on. Excuse me.
Excu--
I mean… Anyway, look at the photograph.
Would you look at it closely, pl-- Oh.
Can you help me find corn syrup, please?
Sorry, no English.
No, corn syrup.
Corn syrup. Sweetener.
H-Help me find corn syrup.
Corn syrup.
What do you mean, where am I? I'm at the store,
and I'm looking for corn syrup for Philip's volcano experiment.
Nobody here in Hong Kong seems to know what corn syrup is.
I've already looked here.
I've looked here. It's not here.
These store clerks are so unhelpful.
Gus had a scar on his arm, remember?
He fell on the beach in Thailand,
and when the police asked us for identifying marks, we-we didn't tell them.
Why? Because we forgot. We forgot.
And what about our other kids?
Will we forget about their identifying marks, too?
I mean, this is how, this is how they get away with it.
This is...
Yes. Corn syrup. Thank you.
Thank you.
I got it. I found it. Philip will be happy.
Anyway, what I'm saying is it's probably right in front of us,
and we have to pay attention to the details--
Almighty and ever-living God...
...mercifully grant that we may walk
in the way of His suffering
and also share in His resurrection.
Amen.
Thank you. Thank you so much. Thank you.
How are the kids?
Beautiful.
God bless.
-Shall we? -Sure.
I've always been a "silver linings" person.
Uh... you know, no matter how bad things got,
I could always find a way to see the cup half full.
But, uh, this is different.
I can't find a shred of light,
but I have to, huh?
I'm really trying to.
For my family.
For my kids.
Do you pray, Clarke?
Outside of any religious institution, I mean.
No.
But I don't really believe in God or Jesus, anything like that.
Certainly not now.
I mean, there is no meaning.
There can't be with what we're going through.
Whenever I feel like I can't feel God...
...like I can't quite grasp him,
I tell myself that if…
...if God is everywhere...
...then God is in this rock.
And when I hold it,
it makes him feel just a little more tangible.
Now, you can give this rock whatever meaning you want.
Or don't.
In which case it's just a silly rock.
Either way...
...now it's yours.
I'll take these!
I can't hear you!
Four hundred fifty, please.
Okay.
- Hello?
-Mrs. Starr. - Oh, CK.
Welcome home, ma'am.
It's always such sweet relief to see you.
-Let me get those for you. -Thank you.
-Where's Puri?
Puri?
Ma'am, you're home early.
Is this David's laundry?
Yes, ma'am.
Has David been home?
No, ma'am.
Mr. David called Sam.
Sam drive me to hotel to get clothes.
He told me not to tell you.
Don't you dare go pick those up.
Put your head down.
-Great.
I didn't even know you had that scar.
Turn around.
Remember when you had that accident, dear?
-This is so important.
How come you speak Korean?
Korean dramas.
-Yeah.
How come you don't?
Um, I do, a little.
I grew up in the States, so my parents speak it,
and I respond to them in English, mostly to annoy them.
It's mostly 'cause all I get from my mom is...
What does it mean?
Means "no good fortune."
My mom and the other aunties love to tell me how unlucky I am.
It's 'cause of my face.
What's wrong with your face?
My cheekbones are too sharp,
and my chin is too pointy.
Cuts away all the good.
-No way.
When I was a teenager, my mom went to see a fortune teller in New York,
without telling me, of course.
I found this little red booklet in her underwear drawer.
It was written in Korean and Chinese, so I couldn't really read it.
I had to ask this random Korean grandpa on the street what it meant.
He said, "You are riding a blind horse towards a cliff."
So, yeah, I'm cursed.
You are too pretty to be cursed.
I've always wanted to go to New York City.
Have you ever been to Central Perk?
Yeah, everyone's been to Central Park.
No, Central Perk.
The café from a show, Friends.
I think that was filmed in Burbank on a sound stage.
So it's not real?
Most things in Hollywood aren't.
Well, it's a nice fantasy,
to live in such a big apartment
in a big city with your friends.
We could never afford that here.
So where do you live?
With my family. Most of us do.
I love them, but I would also like to be able to afford my own place,
to have freedom and independence.
So, my friend is in a band,
and she's going to perform tonight.
It takes only five minute walk.
It's just five minutes.
What's the band? Are they good?
-So, so, so good.
Best in Hong Kong.
Oh.
Well, if they're the best in Hong Kong, then, yeah, I got to go.
Yeah.
-It's there? -Yeah.
- Hello! -
- Hello! - Surprise!
-Look who we found outside your front door. -I love it.
Theresa, look at you.
-I'm enormous. -You're gorgeous.
-We brought you wine. -I'm sorry we're late. Sorry.
-No.
Incredible. Too much.
-Thank you, Puri. -Uh, where's David?
Oh, okay, well, bad news, David went to the gym
before tonight's feast to try to work out.
-Yeah. -He managed to throw out his back.
-Oh, no. -I know. Cocktail?
Same thing happened to Richard last year.
Yeah, I was on the floor for a week.
Oh, that's the worst. Here.
Handy, actually. I could hand the baby to him
and neither of them could go anywhere.
-Oh, I love that.
Maybe you could throw your back out.
-Be nice to have you home more.
Well, anyway, he's at the chiropractor waiting to be seen.
-Should we have drinks on the balcony? -Not for me.
Of course. Can we get her a mocktail, please?
I said I don't want to. Leave me alone.
Just calm down. This is for your own good, Daisy.
Why are you acting like this? I'm just trying to protect you.
Hey, bud. Wow. Look at that.
- What's up? What's going on? - Come here! Daisy!
Hey, Margaret? Hey. Margaret.
-This is to keep you safe. Would you stop? - Hey! Wait, stop!
- Mom, stop! Stop! - Daisy, I have to--
- Margaret, have you lost your fucking mind? Stop it! -Dad, help me!
Margaret, stop!
I have to protect them.
From what? What are you talking about?
-Margaret! -We have to keep detailed records.
Margaret!
-Hey, baby.
Hey. Hey, Daisy, it's okay.
It's okay. It's okay.
- Uh, Dad? -Okay?
Mom said she wanted photos of our markings.
Your office is very roomy.
Plenty of space to add a children's bedroom.
That's exactly what we did. Renovated the study into a nursery.
An amazing feat of nature, considering you don't have a dick
-between you.
-Richard. -Hilary, I shouldn't ask, but--
I know what you're going to say, and no, you shouldn't.
But I only want to know because I'm genuinely interested.
You never can tell whether the "no babies" thing
-is a choice or something that's been--
You should consider it a choice unless told otherwise.
What's wrong with asking about kids?
It's like any extracurricular interest.
Soon, it'll be wrong to ask if someone's ever played tennis or--
-Yeah, or had an orgy.
I was asking her a serious question.
Well, if you must know...
I've never played tennis or had an orgy.
Well, you should try it sometime.
- I'll free up my Tuesday.
Richard, I can't take you anywhere.
Miss Margaret is at the door. She wants to talk to you.
You know what? I think maybe we should have a fourth.
- Four-- -Will you please excuse me?
- Margaret. -Hi.
Um, you look nice.
Thank you. I'm hosting a dinner party.
I'm sorry to interrupt. I just, it's...
Um, you-you said that you...
used to water his plants, take care of his dog sometimes?
Do you have a key to his apartment?
-Margaret-- -You do, don't you?
I'm not gonna help you break into a dead man's home
so that you can go through his private things.
I need to know.
And if you were my friend, you would help me.
That is not fair.
This is what you do.
You-you come up with these theories. Y-You did it to David.
-You demonized him-- -I've already apologized
for what happened to David.
I can't go back and change that.
And you have to understand, I only told the police what they wanted--
You never liked him.
It doesn't matter whether I liked him or not.
He was sitting and drinking at a bar, Margaret.
He wasn't kidnapping your son.
He lied about where he was. That made him a suspect.
What do you want me to do about that? It's not my fault
-that he's out drinking-- -I can't do this with you anymore.
I'm not gonna stand here while you carelessly ruin another man's life,
especially when he is not here to defend himself.
Christopher was a good person.
Most people are. I believe that.
I did, too, and look what happened.
All I want is to find Gus.
I don't care about anyone or anything else.
I really don't.
I don't have any space inside me.
We all want to find Gus.
You know, they say pain can't be ranked, but that's not true.
My pain is so much worse than anything you can imagine,
and you're never gonna understand why I do what I do
or feel what I feel because you're not a mother.
Keep it.
Hey, hey, hey, hey. Relax. Relax.
It's empty, bud. Come on.
Come on, guys, eat up.
You want me to add some more for you?
I'm fine.
Essie, Essie, I got it.
- Yes, sir. - Who could that be?
- Hi. Thanks for coming.
-Hey, guys?
-I want you to meet someone.
-What? What? -What's going on?
Oh, my God. Who is she?
He. His name is Chauncey.
-He's yours now. - What?
Always good to have dogs in the family.
They're loyal and good at guarding.
He couldn't guard anything. He's too cute.
Hi, Chauncey. Aw. It's okay.
Hi, Chauncey.
-It's been booked for weeks. Sold out. -Oh, that's fabulous.
-Is there a waiting list? -Wow.
Yeah, you can go on the waiting list.
-Oh, wow. - Wow.
-Is this meringue? -It is. It's baked Alaska.
-I've never had one of those before.
-Oh, just you wait. -It looks delicious.
-Oh, I can't wait. Oh! -Oh!
-Thank you, CK. - My pleasure. Please enjoy.
- You have outdone yourself this time. - Yeah, yeah.
How the bloody hell are we going to eat that?
-No, seriously, though, this has...
This has been fantastic. I mean, it's been ages...
-♪ That was the heartbreak ♪
♪ But now that I've found you ♪
♪ Even the nights are better ♪
♪ Now that we're here together ♪
♪ Even the nights are better ♪
♪ Since I found you ♪
♪ Oh ♪
♪ Even the days are brighter ♪
♪ When someone you love's beside you ♪
♪ Even ♪♪
-Mercy, my friends. -Hi.
- Hello. -English. English.
English!
-Do you want to have a drink? - Uh, yeah, sure.
Okay, I'll be right back.
Hey, Mercy.
This is the first time you've come to Hong Kong?
Um, I've been here for like a year and a half.
Oh, a year and a half.
Uh, we were talking about her relationship.
They just moved in together.
-It suits you. -I'm so excited for you guys.
You can tell her all your dirty secrets.
How about you?
-Me? -Yeah. You and your girlfriend.
Mercy? Mercy?
Are you okay?
Mercy.
Oh, so pretty, Miss Hilary.
Thank you, Puri. Has Sam pulled up?
-Yes, ma'am. -Okay.
-Uh, ma'am? -Yes.
What is it?
I want to say sorry, uh, about Mr. David's laundry.
-For not telling-- -That's okay, Puri.
I'm not mad at you.
-And, ma'am? -Hmm?
I just want you to know that I'm always on your side.
Thank you, Puri.
I appreciate that.
Sam, take me to Mr. Starr.
Ma'am?
Don't pretend. I know you know where he is.
Just take me to him.
Yes, ma'am.
Yes...
Hi, Umma. Sorry, I've been meaning to call you back.
Are you sick?
You sound sick.
I'm just tired.
I've been really busy, working a lot.
I hope they're paying you lots of money.
You never have time to call me.
You never pick up.
I'm calling you right now.
You've never even invited me to Hong Kong.
You make your mother so sad.
So come. I'd like to see you.
Did your father tell you to say that?
I know he's been speaking to you.
He won't speak to the mother of his child, but to his daughter...
It was my idea, Mom.
Oh, well, I can be busy too you know?
Everybody always wants something from me.
Nobody asks what I really need.
What do you need?
It doesn't matter.
Okay, well...
I have to go. My friends are waiting for me.
You have friends?
How many?
Many!
More than I can count.
I'm happy for you.
You're not all alone like your mother.
Okay. I got to go.
I'm hanging up.
Okay.
Can I have a pinot noir?
So, you found me.
You missed dinner.
It was a hoot.
Sexist Richard brought up orgies, I drank all the wine.
Hils, I'm sorry about that text earlier.
And about everything, really.
I think you're panicking.
We both are.
And I don't want either of us to make any more mistakes.
I can't do life without you.
And I don't, I don't want to.
I don't know what I would do if I...
didn't have you to raise eyebrows at across a dinner party.
We had a plan, David.
And I don't know what that plan is without you.
That's just it. There is no plan.
We can keep trying for a baby.
Hmm?
Oh, what I would've done to have heard you say that about a year ago.
I just don't think either one of us
are in any position to be a parent right now.
I'm not ready to lose you.
I'm not ready to lose you, either.
Just promise me that you won't let me die alone
with only our dead neighbor's plant to keep me company.
-And Puri.
-A potted plant and Puri.
Oh, that's sad.
I missed you, you know that?
I'm sorry, too,
for everything that's happened this past year.
We're better than this, David.
I just feel like I haven't been able to talk to you recently, uh...
And I want to...
What?
Excuse me, there's lipstick on this glass, and it's not mine.
He just rolled his eyes at me.
Did you see that?
I might be offended if this place wasn't such a dump.
-You're unbelievable. -Oh, come on.
You can't expect me to drink from a glass with another woman's lipstick on it.
If this place is such a dump, why'd you come?
If I'm nothing, if I'm garbage?
What are you talking about? It was a joke, David.
Stop trying to save me, Hils. I'm fine. I don't need saving.
I'm trying to save our marriage.
Am I the only one?
One more. Thanks.
I know it's here.
No, I know it's here.
No, no, no, no.
- Clarke! I knew it!
-He was there. He was in Thailand.
He was on the exact same beach.
Whose dog is this?
What...
What's going on?
Detective Chang has, uh...
You should sit down, Margaret.
Come here, baby.
Detectives on the mainland found a body that matches Gus's description.
We will need you to make an identification.
The body is in a morgue in Shenzhen.
I suggest making contact in the morning.
I know this has to be very difficult for you, ma'am.
Here is the address of the morgue in Shenzhen.
I'm sorry.
I wish it was better news.
Did I throw up on you, Bunny?
A little.
Mm, I'm sorry.
Sorry.
Good night, David.
Good night, Mercy.
Clarke, we need to go.
Dad?
Yeah, baby.
Can you tell Mom I'm sorry?
Get some sleep, okay?