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Okay, I'm obviously
supposed to die soon, right?

Like, that's where
all the arrows are pointing.

I love you...

I had
a really horrible conversation

with my mother.

But I don't like you.
At all.

I'm starting to think
maybe she's right.

I don't really like me either.

I have a North Korean
in my trunk

and I'm on the move,
so I need you

to broker a meeting with Shane

because I have evidence
to trade.

- Megan, he's not a--
- Cassie!

My life is in crisis!
Please, for me.

I am headed to Newark
right now.

I'm at Santa Monica Pier.
The double is here.

I am on my way to you now.

Benjamin Berry.
I just stabbed him.

I knew it was you.
I didn't want it to be,

but I fucking knew it.

I wanted out of the army,
like, at all costs.

So I accepted some help
getting out.

And now I'm doing
the exact thing

that I didn't wanna be doing.

I'm killing people
for someone else.

I never had a choice.

Just tell me
who's making you do this.

You do have a choice,
right now.

No, you're right.
I do have a choice.

No!

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Look,

I am no pushover, got it?

And if you come near my family again,

my new mission in life
will be to end yours.

And that is not an idle threat.

So...

♪ ♪

♪ I got a bad attitude ♪

♪ I do what I wanna do ♪

- Whoo!
- ♪ I got a bad attitude ♪

♪ Attitude ♪

♪ ♪

♪ I gotta keep it 100 ♪

♪ They gonna know
when I'm coming ♪

♪ Follow the figures,
they stunnin' ♪

♪ Ready and watchin',
they runnin' ♪

♪ Yeah, we creepin',
we huntin' ♪

♪ Ready and watchin',
they runnin' ♪

♪ Better watch out ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Good morning,
ladies and gentlemen.

Looks like we finally have
all passengers on board.

Welcome to Imperial Atlantic
flight 733

to sunny Los Angeles,
California.

We'll be leaving the gate
in...

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Ma'am are you okay?

Can you tell us anything
about what happened up there?

Cassie,
I want you to come with me.

She said what?

Are you wearing
the same clothes?

♪ ♪

♪ I've been to paradise ♪

♪ But I've never been to me ♪

You've got blood
on your face.

What do you want?

I think Grace
had the right idea.

You know,
just get it all over with

on one little Ferris wheel ride.

What is wrong with you?

Maybe I don't
wanna wait around

while you blow your life up

one piece at a time.
- Shut up.

Just think how easy
it would be.

Stop it.

You're fine. It's fine.
I'm fine.

It's fine. It's all over.
It's good.

You're okay. You're fine.
You're good.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

- Hi.
- Hey.

- Hey. Are you okay?
- Yeah.

They won't tell us anything.

We've been sitting here
watching fucking paint dry.

I know. Benjamin and Shane
have stab wounds,

but they're gonna be fine.
- Whoa.

- I know.
- You know what?

We are just so happy
that you are okay.

I mean, you are okay, right?
- Yes, I'm okay.

But just, like,
quick question, guys.

Why did you follow us
to the pier?

Are you nuts?

Shane told you
to stay at the house.

What were you thinking?

Are you staying that you,
Cassie Bowden,

would have stayed home
and knitted a sweater

if you knew
that we were in danger?

Okay, well,
I don't know how to knit,

but I'm a fuckin' hypocrite
for sure.

You're such a hypocrite.

Are you g--
are you guys okay, though?

Yeah, we're good,
all things considered.

The police are onto the Diazes.

I think we're all good
and in the clear.

Okay. Great.

Cassie, can I speak with you
for a minute?

It's important.
- Cool. Great.

You fucking jinxed us.
- I--

No, he didn't. It's okay.
No, no.

I'll be right back.
Just don't go anywhere.

I'm sure everything's fine.

- Unfortunately, it's not fine.
- Oh.

Great. That's exactly what
I wanted to hear right now.

That's really--

First off...

your statement from the scene
was very helpful.

Oh, good. It's such a blur.
I don't even know what I said.

It's just, like--
- We verified Mr. Berry

was not involved with the woman
you knew as Grace St. James.

He has no record
of any communication

or interaction with her.
- How?

And I--this is on me.

I'm sorry I encouraged you
to doubt him.

Uh, no, I--wow, I'm just--

I'm glad he's okay.
- I shouldn't do this.

It's classified,
but I think you should see it.

Grace was not working alone.

Oh, my God.

I mean, Grace did say to me, like,

"This is bigger
than all of us,"

but this is really bad.

This is really, really,
really, really, bad.

Cassie, I want you
to come with us, okay?

Uh, I just need five minutes.

I need to take care
of something.

I would not ask
if it wasn't important.

- Just be fast.
- I will.

Hey.
- Hey.

Quietly. Do you guys
still have that laptop?

The Diaz laptop with
the North Korean stuff on it?

That's why I said "quietly."

But yes. Do you have it?
- Yeah. Yes.

Yes. Yes. We have that laptop.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

Please act
like it's not a big deal

so that I can continue to act
like it's not a big deal.

It's not a big deal.

It's just, like,
a little scratch.

God, what's your problem?
You're such a baby.

Okay.
I think you've overcorrected.

Okay, well, maybe
I'm still a little in shock.

I'm sorry.

Cassie, it's over.

It's over now.

Yeah.

And I want to own

that I thought
you were crying wolf,

but you were right.

There it is. Treasure it.

I love you. A lot.

So I feel really bad about
what I'm about to ask you.

But-
I need a little favor.

I'm kinda in the middle

of the last fuckin' favor
you asked me.

- I know.
- It hurts.

It's not a paper cut.

So just a quick little... thing.

Hi, Shane.

I'm really sorry
you got stabbed.

Hey. Hey.
Do not touch that phone.

- Oh, my God.
- Stop.

Cassie.

I knew if I stuck with you
long enough,

you'd bring me Megan,

and here she is.
- What does that mean?

Were you working me
this whole time?

Oh, you cannot be offended

that I did not believe
your flurry of lies.

Please. Come here.

Please hear her out. Come on.

She has crazy evidence
against the North Koreans

that could get her
in witness protection

to help her and her family.

She's our friend.

Please, Shane.

I mean, I didn't even know
what I was doing

until it was too late.

You sold
classified defense files

to a hostile foreign power,
and then I think you ran.

Yes. And I am so sorry.

You have no idea
how sorry I am.

And I'm sorry that you ran
all over the world after me.

I had no idea you were CIA.

I mean, you?
Who would have thought?

It wasn't until I saw it
in Ro's phone

and then Cassie here,
she told me everything

about you and the agency and--
Shane, listen to me.

I can help you stop this all.

Ro, the guy that recruited me,
he told me

that there's an entire network,
okay?

And I have this laptop here.

It's filled
with tons of information--

everything
that you need to know.

And yes, I wanna protect me
and my family

and I know this is a Hail Mary, but...

I also wanna make things right.

Right, Cassie?

Come on.

Shane.

I'm done with running.

I am so fucking tired.
You have no idea.

This is it for me, so please,
come on.

♪ ♪

I'm gonna name these bears
Shane and Megan.

Yeah. You know,
if you push them together,

it'll look like
they're nuzzling.

Or mauling each other.
That's cute.

Yeah, I'm in the middle
of something way more

important than you right now.

They're actually
really heavy.

It might be hard.
- You know,

if you're trying
to make me feel like shit,

once again,
mission accomplished.

But don't try to fuck up
the one good deed

I can actually do right now.
- Okay.

You helping Megan
is only to make you feel

like you're not
completely worthless.

That's selfish. Congratulations.

All right, fine. Keep beating
the "I suck" drum.

Go ahead.
- No, I'm beating

the "you don't deserve
to be happy

'cause you make everyone
around you miserable" drum.

Oh, I have an idea.

I'll name them
Cassie and Grace.

They're a lot alike.

Listen, Shane, I was so
fixated on stopping Grace,

I almost got myself killed.

I could have done things
a lot differently,

but don't be like me.

Think of what you could get
on the other side of this.

♪ ♪

I would need
complete transparency.

She knows. She knows.

She totally knows.
Yes. Absolutely.

- Cassie.
- Yes?

Bye.

Yes. Okay.

♪ ♪

Thank you.

Love you.

♪ ♪

[ringtone plays]
- ♪ I-I-I-I-I ♪

♪ I need, I need you ♪

♪ I-I-I-I-I-I ♪

- Hey, Rick.
- Hi Cassie.

Is it a bad time?
- Oh, no, it's a great time.

It's a perfect time.
What's going on?

No alarm bells yet,
but Davey's been texting me

about how he let you down

and can't come home
'cause he's ashamed.

And it sounds like
he never got on the plane.

Okay, sorry.
Today has been insane.

I did get a few weird texts
from him.

Listen, don't worry about it.
I will track him down, okay?

Thanks.
Just let me know, okay?

Okay.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

God. The fucking traffic.

Why did I ever move to LA?

After ten or 15 years,
you'll get used to it.

Hopefully,
we'll be at the office soon.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Do you think we could, like--

could I stop by my place
before we go to the office?

I just--obviously,
a lot has happened

and I really need
to take a shower

and there is blood in my hair

and I just think I need
to go home for a minute

if you don't mind.
- Cassie.

You didn't do anything wrong,

but there's still someone
out there

that could be a danger to you.

Okay?
- Mm-hmm.

I want you to take
a few deep breaths.

Yeah.

Yeah, I know what you're
trying to do here.

We do this in CQ training.

It's just to calm down
a panicking passenger, so--

Oh, well, I wouldn't say
you were panicking.

And it's just
a habit I picked up

with nervous junior officers
in Iraq.

So...

why don't we head
to my place?

It's close
and we're not getting anywhere

in this traffic anyway.

♪ ♪

Guys, I think we're good here.

Just keep an eye on the door
downstairs just in case.

Cassie,
why don't we go upstairs?

My bathroom is up here.

Oh, okay.

Wow, this place is amazing.

Well, thank you.
I'll give you a tour

after you get cleaned up
and decompress a little.

And you can use
anything you like.

Thanks.

♪ ♪

It's okay. It's okay.
It's okay.

Oh, my God. Mouthwash.

Please have mouthwash in here.

♪ ♪

Fucking Santal 33.

Santal 33.

That is some seriously
expensive perfume.

I keep that to remind myself
that the only person

you can really trust
is yourself.

I got that in my time
in Fallujah.

There are very few people
that have access to your file

that could fabricate
a psych eval.

- I wanted out of the army.
- It's not Benjamin.

Okay, listen, it's not him.
It's someone else.

♪ ♪

Oh, my God. It's Dot.

It's Dot.

Oh,
this is too fuckin' perfect.

No, no, no. Not you.
Where's the gold dress one

or the impossibly sad one?
Anyone but you.

Oh, my God. Of course you ran
right into the killer's hands,

because, just admit,
deep down you wanna give in

and let your
fake bullshit life go.

If that were true,
I would have just

let Grace shoot me
on the Ferris wheel.

Sounds like
you thought about it.

Maybe that's what got you here.

Do not do that again.

Cassie, I'm you.

I'm you. Do you get it?

And the world
is a fucked up, unfair place

where dads die and moms hate
you and you lie to yourself

and everyone around you
and it doesn't get better.

But you already know that.
You already believe all that

or I wouldn't be here
saying it,

so why don't you just
fucking admit it?

Holy--

Okay. Okay.

Uh, Cassie, are you
calling me from the shower?

Hey, listen. Listen to me.

It was not just Grace, okay?
It was Dot.

Dot, Benjamin's boss. Dot.

Okay. Um...

Wow, great. Okay. Fuck.

Get--just get yourself
back here.

Annie, listen to me.
I am staring at a bottle

of Santal 33
in Dot's apartment right now.

Jesus. Fuck.
Of course you are.

They were in the military
together, okay?

And she must have helped
Grace get out.

That's why Grace said
this is bigger than just her.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.

I need Max.
I need Max right now.

- Yeah, Cassie, I'm here.
- Max, listen to me.

If I send you t-t-this address,

can you trigger an alarm
remotely?

- Yeah.
- Okay.

- Now?
- Yes. Yes, now.

- Okay. Fuck.
- Obviously.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Oh, hi.
- Hi.

Sorry, the alar--
that alarm is really--

shouldn't we go...
- Oh.

Somewhere we can exit
or something?

False alarm.
These things happen.

It's easy enough
to turn it off.

But shouldn't we
go downstairs,

like, to where it's safe?

'Cause that's probably
not in here.

Outside or--
- Cassie.

Your breathing is quicker.

Your pupils are more dilated.

I mean, this is a side effect
of increased adrenaline.

I don't know
what you're talking about.

I don't know what--
I don't know what you mean.

I can see it from here.

You didn't even take time
to put your shoes on.

So why don't you tell me

what you think
you've figured out?

Okay.

I think that you--
you knew Grace

and you helped her
out of the military someone

and she--
you were using her.

Well, if she felt indebted
to me, that's not my fault.

I mean,
she was pretty disturbed.

Just one of any number
of broken toys I've used.

♪ ♪

Like you.

Oh. Oh.

Okay, so there's me and Grace

and was--was Will
one of those broken toys

that you used too?

Well, I'm not gonna
get into specifics

about my myriad of bad deeds,

but he tried to blackmail me,
so I eliminated him.

Keeps it simple.

Okay, you've been killing
people left and right

and trying to pin it on me?
This does not feel very--

Oh, grow up, Cassie.

The world's a fucked up
and unfair place.

I've just figured out
how not to care.

I don't know.

I suppose it's
a nihilistic worldview,

but I've done
this sort of thing before,

and I sleep fine at night.

I'm dead inside
but it feels fine.

Hey, maybe I can
be your new role model.

I-I don't really feel
like I have a choice

in this game right now
because you're the one

holding a gun and you're
kind of blocking me here, so--

Oh, I'm only blocking you
if you believe I'll shoot you.

But you should know

if you're coming towards me
when I fire the gun,

the ballistics will support
that I was defending myself.

♪ ♪

- Fuck.
- Yeah.

Why? Why--why me?

Why, why, why would you fucking
do something like this to me?

Why? Why me?

Well, the first time
I saw your file,

I knew you could so easily
fit the story

of a rogue operative,

especially one
who's been captured on camera

at every crime scene.

♪ ♪

You left the View-Master.

- Bingo.
- Oh, my God.

I know it's kind of kitschy,

but your actual CIA
psychological evaluation

told me
you can't resist puzzles,

as if the whole Alex Sokolov
thing didn't make it obvious.

Murder, lying to the FBI,

a sexual relationship
with the killer?

She is so fucking great.

Okay, I need to get out
of her condo.

You're so fucking
self-destructive,

you can't even help it.
- Stop. Listen.

I make bad choices.
I've made bad choices,

but it's not who I am.
- Easy does it.

It's what I am.

It's what the gold dress is,
what the black sweater is.

It's what
that fucked up teenager is.

Just admit that loud,
screaming sound in your ears,

it's not tinnitus.
It's the self-hate.

Shut your fucking mouth!

I may not like myself very much
right now,

but I just saw a woman take her
own life right in front of me.

Okay?
I saw Grace make that choice.

The light went out in her eyes

and I would never
fucking do that!

Do you hear me? So go ahead.

Make whatever self-hating joke
you want.

I fucking dare you!
And while you chew on that,

I'm gonna go figure out
how to stay alive.

And your tinnitus bullshit
gave me an idea,

so I guess thanks for that.

You are so wrong about me,

and the people
that actually know me

are not gonna believe
any of this fucking bullshit

that's coming
out of your mouth.

People believe the person
who's still alive.

And after attacking me
in my own home.

Cassie, you put a lot together,
but not quite soon enough,

and you don't have any alarms
left to pull.

Maybe I have one.

Shit!

Grab her and turn off
this fucking alarm!

Grab her! Turn this--

Agent Karlson,
Officer Berry sent us.

What? Get your hands off me.

Get your hands off me!
She's insane!

Are you kidding me?

She killed people
from our office!

What the fuck?

Bowden, Bowden, Bowden.

Benjamin.

Should you be at the hospital?

I was, but I'm okay.

Just had to make sure things
were wrapping up right.

It's not a small thing,
arresting a regional director

for treason and murder.

That is fair.

God, how did you even know
about Dot?

How did you know
to send these guys up here?

Well, when I pulled your file
during my investigation,

I saw things that I patently
knew were fabrications.

Then I started
looking into Dot,

and things started unfolding.

I found notes about the pier
with today's date.

Then after the other woman
that was dressed like you

at the pier stabbed me,

everything kinda
snapped into place.

So you're saying my files
saved the day.

I'm kind of like a hero.

So this is about you?

Oh, 100%. Yes.

So it turns out
that she was selling

access to CIA records
for years.

- Oh, my God.
- The further back we look,

the bigger this thing gets.

You're lucky that one
of the officers mentioned

she was bringing you here
instead of the office.

That's, like,
a big breach of protocol.

I'm glad they were able
to get inside

before she found a plausible
reason to shoot you.

Thank you for that sentiment.

I'm also glad
she didn't shoot me.

♪ ♪

Come to the office next week?
Debrief?

Yes, but do you think we
can just debrief about this?

Like, the Grace and Dot
of it all?

Maybe not debrief over our--

Night in your office?

Wow. Let's just...

let's go with the very adult,

"I don't remember what happened
in the office."

I don't remember either.
What office?

Let's agree to keep things
professional from now on.

But you still need to surrender
your phone

because rules are rules.

Oh, my God.
You and your rules.

You did really good.

All right, Bowden,
I'll see you next week,

Oh, my God. Davey.

Davey, Davey, Davey.
I totally forgot about you.

"I screwed up.
I can't go home."

What are you talking about?

Okay. Davey, I--ugh.

♪ ♪

Hello, Cassie. It's Jenny.

Jenny, hi--
why do you have Davey's phone?

Did something happen?
What's going on?

I have it
because he just threw it.

He was coming over
to say goodbye,

and then when he got here
he was manic.

He was talking about his kids
and now he's in my backyard

and he's pacing and yelling.

What? Oh, my God.

This is my fault.
I'm so sorry.

I wasn't able
to answer earlier.

It's okay.
I was gonna call the police--

No, no, no. Thank you.
Don't call the police.

Thank you. Just--
will you text me your address?

I'm gonna come over
and get him, okay?

I'm so sorry.
I'll be there soon.

Okay.

Oh, my God.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

- Cassie.
- Hi, Jenny. Hey.

Thank you. Thank you.
- Come in.

Sorry. I got here
as fast as I could.

Where's Davey?
- Oh, no. It's okay.

It's mostly okay now.

He's in the other room
on the sofa.

He stopped yelling.

I feel bad
for roping you into it.

Tea?
- No.

Can we just--
can you take me to him?

Yeah. I mean,
after everything that happened

at the marina,
I didn't know what to do.

That was--I'm sorry.
It wasn't about you.

It was--I'm going through
a lot right now.

There's a lot happening.

So I'm gonna make amends
for it, I promise.

Thank you.

That really means a lot to me.

Yeah.

You should talk to Davey.

Yeah, that'd be great.
Thank you.

Wow, this is a huge house.

Yeah.
It's my grandma's house.

She passed away recently.
- Oh.

I'm trying to go through everything

and figure out what to keep.
It's a lot.

Yeah.
We just did that at my mom's.

It's kind of emotional, huh?
- Yeah.

My boyfriend thinks I should
get rid of the place,

but I don't know.

Davey. Oh, my God.

Is he okay? Jesus.

Davey. Oh, my God.

God, I'm so sorry I didn't get
back to you.

I have never seen him
sleep like this.

Like--Davey, wake up.

I mean, we should have heard
something by now.

Okay, shh. It's ringing.

- It's Annie.
- Um, listen, I--

Hey, it's Cassie,
I'll probably call you back.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Oh.

Uh, Davey?

Jenny, just a quick question--

Oh, my God. Okay. Okay.

Oh, my God.

What--Davey, Davey, Davey!

Wake up!
- Oh, don't bother.

I loaded him up with about
20 milligrams of Ativan,

so he should be out
for a while.

Jesus, Jenny.
Okay, I'm sorry.

This has been
a really long day.

So what is--why are we--

is this 'cause I don't wanna
do your podcast?

Because--
- There's no podcast, okay?

That was a lie.
The alcoholism was a lie.

This isn't my house.

This is some old lady who
doesn't lock her door's house.

Is nothing real?

It's not about
a fucking podcast.

♪ ♪

- Oh, my God.
- Oh, my God.

My boyfriend
would love your necklace.

Cassie, I bought the necklace

and my boyfriend
does totally love it.

- Stop stalking me.
- It's my boyfriend.

He's still totally
hung up on his ex.

Like, crazy hung up, but she's
a self-absorbed stupid loser.

Like, how is that
better than me?

My boyfriend thinks I should
get rid of the place.

I don't know.

Oh, my God.
Jenny, how did you--

how did--how did--how?

Oh, Cassie.

♪ ♪

All right.

Who are you then?
- I'm Jenny.

I'm a journalist working
on a story for a podcast

about Alex Sokolov's death.
- Oh, God.

It was all
in the letter I sent.

Yeah, no. I'm not really
interested in all that.

Sorry.

Well, I guess
I'll just go then, if--

All right.

Wait. Okay.

There's no podcast.

I don't know why I thought
that was a good lie.

I read about you on a blog
called "Dapper Death."

I knew I had to meet you

on account
of how handsome you are.

And also, like,
obviously innocent.

Oh, no, no, no.
I'm sorry to say, Jenny,

but I did do the things
I was convicted of.

But I did them all...

Because I was in love.

Oh, my God.

Did someone hurt you?

Have you ever heard
the name "Cassie Bowden"?

♪ I love you ♪

I just can't get over her.

I still feel her pull
even now.

I just feel so bad
that she hurt you.

Do you think you'll ever
be able to love again?

I was thinking about
what you asked me.

If I could, you know...

love again.
- Oh?

No, no.

No, you can tell me.

You can tell me anything.

I just--I can't get Cassie
out of my head.

Yeah, but maybe--
maybe if you find her or--

No, no. That's stupid.

No, I can. I can find her.

Be more like her.

- Did you find our friend?
- I did.

And I'm gonna learn everything
about her, I promise.

You're amazing.
Yes, do that.

Watch her and study her,

but you have to tell me
everything, all right?

Mm-hmm.

You might have
to lie to her, all right?

She's a very dark person.
Be careful.

She doesn't understand
people like us.

People like us.

Maybe together,
we can figure out

why I can't seem
to let her go.

All I wanna do is help you.

Maybe she's just in the way.

You know,
I bet if she was gone...

♪ ♪

I really could love you.

♪ ♪

Holy shit. Okay.
I need you to listen to me.

Whatever Feliks is telling you,
he is a master manipulator.

That is why he is in prison.
He is a sociopath.

He told me you'd say that.
See?

He's smarter than you, Cassie.

Okay.

You know, you wouldn't have
so many bad thoughts

about Feliks if you knew him
like I do.

Did he tell you
that he gets off

by killing cats
and hanging them from trees?

- Those cats deserved it.
- Oh!

You know, you should really
stop blaming other people

for your bullshit, Cassie,
because, like,

I used to think
we were a lot alike.

I don't think that we're
very much alike at all.

You're right, 'cause the more
I learned about you,

the more fucked up and awful

I realized you really are.
- Oh.

Let me just put you
out of your misery.

You're gonna kill me
with a fucking hammer?

Cassie,
it's a perfectly nice hammer.

♪ ♪

Really? All of you?

You're all still here?

You think
we're enjoying this?

Okay, you shut the fuck up
or I'll throw you

against that bar again.
- Whoa.

Why won't you just go away?

Why won't you let us go away?

Yeah. We didn't ask to be
here getting threatened

by some woman with a hammer.

Yeah, we're not the ones
doing this.

- You are.
- Okay, I don't need this.

Okay? This is gonna end
right now

unless one of you
has a plan

on how to get Davey
out of here,

I'm ready to leave all of you behind.

God. Why is this so hard?

Why can't I fucking
get rid of the--

♪ ♪

Oh, my God.

Daddy.

This is just--
this is because it's me.

It's all me.

♪ ♪

For starters, I gotta get her
away from Davey, right?

Right? I need to run.

You need to run.
We all need to run.

All of us. Let's go.
- Whoa. Hold on.

Yeah. Why do you want us
all of a sudden?

Oh, I don't.
Sorry, but, you know,

we need to try and get along
here unless we die,

and I gotta get Davey
out of here now.

♪ ♪

Fuck!

♪ ♪

Shit.

♪ ♪

I'm coming to find you,
Cassie!

♪ ♪

You know, Feliks thought that
I could learn to be like you.

But I realized,
after I saw your life,

it would be much easier
to just get rid of you!

And I mean, let's be honest,

it's what Feliks
really wanted me to do anyway.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Oh, my God!

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Let's just get this
over with, okay?

Okay, Jenny. Jenny.
Listen, please. It's fine.

You can have Feliks, okay?

I don't want him.
He is a vicious killer,

and honestly,
you guys deserve each other.

So have a happy whatever
the fuck it is you have.

And you know what? You're--

you're right about me.

You nailed it. Not gonna lie.

I can't--I can't lie anymore.

This is who I am. I am a--

I am a...

deeply flawed...

Sad, alcoholic...

Narcissistic thrill addict.

And I don't like myself
very much.

♪ ♪

But it is who I fucking am,
okay?

And it is enough for me.

It is enough, okay?

So you can fuck off!

Ow!

Ahh!

Are you okay? Are you okay?
Are you okay?

- Yeah.
- It's okay. It's over now.

It's over now.
- She--

It's all right. I know.
I know. I know.

It's done. It's done.
It's done. Oh, my God.

Jesus. That was fucking insane.

- Are you okay?
- Yeah.

Feliks really fucked her up.

I think she was already
messed up.

- Yeah.
- At least she's gonna be

locked up somewhere.

Cassie?
- Yeah.

Hey.

Not what you imagined?

Does it matter?

I didn't know if you guys
were gonna come.

They wouldn't let me call you
when they were--

- Hey.
- Hi.

- All right. Mom. Mom.
- Okay.

Stop.

So is this the house?

Yeah.

Do you like it?

I mean, not that it matters,
but it's always nice

when folks
in witness protection

feel good about
where they end up.

What do you think, Bill?

It's--it's big.

I like the yard.

What do you think?

It's different.

It's good.

It's good.

It's better
than being killed.

- Eli!
- Oh, and you wanna

get in the habit
of using your new names.

Oh, yeah, Mom.
I'm Josh, so let's get into it.

But you're right, Josh.

It's a lot better
than being killed.

You know, someone must really
like you, Mr. and Mrs. Jones.

This is a really nice setup.

Oh, and...

I was asked to give you this.
- Oh.

Thank you.

♪ ♪

Shall we?
- Let's.

♪ ♪

Guys, I am running so late.

I really gotta
get to the airport.

Okay. Okay. Just remember

to breathe in
with the good air,

out with your stressors.
- Okay.

So Davey met some lady
in Al-Anon

who says he has a blue aura
and has him hooked on yoga now.

Yoga?
I'm the one who moved to LA.

I should be doing yoga.

Actually, no, no, wait.
I take that back.

I do not wanna be doing yoga.

You're not supposed to tell
people where I came from.

It's anonymous.
- Sorry.

- Okay.
- Okay.

Who am I gonna tell?
Listen, kiss the girls.

I'll see you in two weeks.
- Okay. Bye.

♪ ♪

Oh, Brenda, come in!

- Hi, Cassie.
- Hi.

- Hi.
- Hi.

You didn't have to do this.

You're only missing
one meeting.

I know, but I felt bad.
Plus I'm totally in a rush.

I'm late as usual,
so I gotta go.

No, wait a second.

Thirty days sober today.
How do you feel?

I feel good.
I'm not gonna drink today,

so that's--that's good, right?

Of course.
I'm glad you're well.

Thank you.
Now get out of my house.

Don't eat all those donuts
in the car, okay?

Okay. We're late.

♪ ♪

Just let me know if you need
anything else.

♪ ♪

Hello?

Mom.

Hey, it's--it's me.
It's Cassie.

Sorry.
I don't know why I said that.

You only have one daughter.
- That I know of.

Was that a joke?

I don't know, Cassie.
What do you want?

Okay. Sorry.
Didn't mean to bother you.

I just--
- Maybe we could talk later.

No, I--

I just wanted to tell you
that I heard you.

When Davey and I were there,
I heard you,

and, um...

it couldn't have been easy
for you to say,

and I'm sure you didn't...

enjoy saying it to me.

No.

Um, okay.
I'm just gonna say it.

I know that I hurt you a lot.

And you probably don't believe
a word that I say

or believe me when I say
that I'm changing,

but I am.

And I'm trying
and I hope you can see that.

And I know it might
take a while.

I mean, hell, it took decades
to get to this phone call.

I know I'm not gonna
be better overnight.

And--but I want you to know

I'm taking the steps
that I need to take...

to get there,

and I just hope that you
can maybe watch

from a very safe distance.

Ladies and gentlemen,

we've closed
the boarding door.

Please discontinue the use

of any phones at this time.

Mom, hey,
I'm actually on a flight.

I'm on a flight
and so I gotta go,

but thank you for listening
and--

And I hope we can--
we can talk again.

Very soon.

Yes. Yeah. M-Me too.

I love you, Mom.

I love you too, Cassie.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

You okay, dear?

Yeah.

Yeah, I actually am.

I'm really, really good.
Thank you for asking.

I'm good.

♪ Love me, tender ♪

♪ Love me sweet ♪

♪ Never let me go ♪

♪ ♪

♪ You have made my life
complete ♪

♪ And I love you so ♪

Can't believe you invited me
to be your date,

and then you showed up late.

Hey, at least it's not
a memorial service.

- Cheers.
- Mm-hmm.

Hey, did I tell you that
those two are gonna start

some sort of, like, PI firm?

- A PI firm?
- Yeah.

That's very 1979
"Hart to Hart."

Oh, I'm too young
for that reference.

Hope they stay
out of trouble.

You good to do this thing solo?
I got a flight to catch.

Is it a work flight
or a work flight?

Mm!

Man, I gotta stop yapping

about this job
that we do not have,

or Benjamin is going to
cut me loose.

Cassie, listen, everything
I'm about to tell you

is classified,
but you need to know

that Dot was a very, very, very
bad lady

who put a lot of agents at risk

and some in the ground.

So you are golden

at the CIA.

Okay, well, just, you know,
be safe.

Thank you.

- Hi. Hi. Sorry.
- Oh! Congratulations!

- Thank you. Oh.
- I'm a terrible wedding guest,

but you're beautiful.

You're beautiful.
This whole thing was beautiful.

Okay, well,
thank you for coming!

Hi, my little bride.

Hi.
Yeah, um,

I got--did you see
I got married?

- Yes, I was there.
- That's--um, yeah. Okay. Wow.

So I think I'm having, like,
you know,

a minor out-of-body experience.

Can you just enjoy this for,
like, five minutes?

Look how cute he is.

Please just enjoy this moment.

Do you think
you're capable of that?

- Yes.
- Okay.

Boop!

- Okay, since you love me...
- Uh-huh.

So much and you want me to,
you know,

be happy forever and ever,

I'm gonna do a thing now...
- Okay.

- And you're gonna play along.
- Wait. What does that mean?

But it's bad luck
if you don't do the thing.

Do not touch that.
Okay, you're not throwing--

- So I'm gonna do the thing.
- I'm not playing this game.

- No, no, no, no, no.
- Okay, you ready?

One...
both: Two...

Annie.
both: Three!

♪ We're caught in a trap ♪

♪ I can't walk out ♪

♪ Because I love you too much,
baby ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Why can't you see ♪

♪ What you're doing to me ♪

♪ When you don't believe
a word I say? ♪

♪ ♪

♪ We can't go on together ♪

♪ With suspicious minds ♪

♪ Suspicious minds ♪

♪ And we can't build
our dreams ♪

♪ On suspicious minds ♪

♪ So if an old friend I know ♪

♪ Stops by to say hello ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Would I still see suspicion
in your eyes? ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Here we go again ♪

♪ Asking where I've been ♪

♪ You can't see the tears
are real, I'm crying ♪

♪ Yes, I'm crying ♪

Greg, move your head.

Ooh, good boy, Norman!