Original subtitles

["The End" by The Doors playing]

♪ This is the end ♪

♪ Beautiful friend ♪

♪ This is the end ♪

♪ My only friend, the end ♪

♪ Of our elaborate plans, the end ♪

♪ Of everything that stands, the end ♪

♪ No safety or surprise, the end ♪

♪ I'll never look into your eyes ♪

♪ Again ♪

[muffled chatter]

♪ Can you picture what will be? ♪

♪ So limitless... ♪

"both even be looking up at the same half-moon."

- [applause] - [moderator] Thank you, Otto.

Otto will be signing just over there

right after this next reading.

Okay, our next author has written a book

called The Silver Doe.

Her first. A true crime mystery.

Please welcome author Darby Hart to the stage.

[scattered applause]

Uh...

So, I grew up in Lost Nation, Iowa.

Um, my dad was the county coroner.

[man coughs]

So I, uh, spent a lot of time around dead bodies.

There are 40,000 unidentified dead

in the United States.

Around half of those are thought to be

accidental deaths.

Car crashes, heart attacks.

But the other half are unsolved murders.

Like the Jane Doe that turned up on the edge of my town.

She'd been there a long time.

All that was left of her were her bones

and a pair of silver earrings.

I called her Silver Doe.

When I was 15, I hacked the federal database

of the unidentified dead.

And the great secret behind that firewall...

is that the majority of the unnamed dead are women.

Thousands and thousands of them,

whose killers will never be found.

But, um...

I can't tell you my story

without telling you about Bill.

We met on an amateur sleuthing forum online.

We both believed that the Silver Doe

was just one of many victims of the same killer.

After a year of investigating,

we found what we believed to be the serial killer's

first known address.

So I'm gonna start there,

which is, uh, which is actually the end,

which I was told you're not meant to do

at, at these readings,

but, uh, yeah, I'm gonna do it anyway.

"I sometimes wonder,

"would it have been better...

not to go?"

[wind howling]

I think about it like a match point in tennis

or a coin toss.

When the game, the bet, your life

could go one way or another.

Maybe I could have made better choices,

but I couldn't have made them then.

It's really hard to fall in love for the first time

while tracking a serial killer.

- [wind whistling] - We're just gonna, what,

break into a potential serial killer's house?

Vacant house, Bill. It's for sale.

It's still breaking and entering.

You picked me up in a stolen car.

And then we're gonna, what, we're gonna tear up the house

in hopes of finding his first victim?

Look, if you want to give up and go home, that's fine.

I can do this on my own.

What about the FBI?

They're not gonna care about a cold case from the 2000s.

And what if it's not cold anymore?

Or at least let's just tell the police

where we are so they know where we're going.

- I mean... - What, so they can stop us

from proving that one of their own was a killer?

Bill, if we don't do this,

no one will.

Oh, my God, you're...

You're fucking impossible.

I'm not doing it. I don't want to go.

I'm not doing it.

[keys jangling]

[dog barking in distance]

[Darby] The thing about getting close on a case

is that you actually start to burn.

And the only way to put out the fire is to solve it.

Asshole.

[thunder rumbling]

["No More 'I Love You's'" by Annie Lennox playing]

♪ Do-be-do-be-do-do-do ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ Do-be-do-be-do-do-do ♪

- ♪ Oh ♪ - ♪ Oh ♪

- ♪ Do-be-do-be-do-do-do, oh ♪ - No, no, leave it on, I...

♪ Do-be-do-be-do-do-do, oh ♪ - ♪ Be-do-do-do, oh ♪

♪ Do-be-do-be-do-do-do ♪

♪ I used to be a lunatic ♪

- ♪ From the gracious days ♪ - ♪ Oh ♪

♪ Do-be-do-be-do-do-do ♪

♪ I used to be woebegone ♪

♪ And so restless nights ♪

♪ Do-be-do-be-do-do-do ♪

♪ My aching heart would bleed ♪

♪ For you to see ♪

♪ Oh, but now ♪

♪ I don't find myself bouncing home ♪

♪ Whistling buttonhole tunes to make me cry ♪

[both] ♪ No more I love you's ♪

♪ The language is leaving me ♪

♪ No more I love you's ♪

♪ Changes are shifting outside the word ♪

♪ The lover speaks about the monsters ♪

♪ Monsters ♪

♪ Oh, but now ♪

♪ I don't find myself bouncing home ♪

♪ Whistling buttonhole tunes to make me cry ♪

♪ No more I love you's ♪

♪ The language is leaving me ♪

[laughs]

♪ No more I love you's ♪

♪ Changes are shifting ♪

♪ Outside the word ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ Do-be-do-be-do-do-do ♪

♪ Oh. ♪

- [phone chimes] - [automated voice] In one mile

exit right.

[Darby] From a distance it's easy to see

that what we did was reckless.

But we were so close to finding

the killer's first victim,

I didn't know how to give up

or how to sense danger

when danger was closing in.

Turn right.

394.

- 394 here. - All right.

[suspension squeaks]

The hack uses this toy's processor

to brute-force the garage door code.

What's this take, timewise?

Well, it's fixed-code entry, so the toy

has to run through every number combination possible.

So that's like 256 or 4,096, depending.

Where'd you pick this up?

Hacker forum, when I was 12.

- It's vintage Lee Andersen. - Who's he?

She. Only the greatest female coder

to have ever lived.

She wrote this manifesto on how misogyny

was destroying the early promise of the Internet.

They doxed her.

- What? - Made revenge porn,

cut off her dog's head, put it on her doorstep.

- Fucked. - Fuck.

- [beeps] - Where is she now?

No one knows.

It's like one of the great mysteries of the Internet.

She disappeared herself.

You ever think about looking for her?

Lee? She doesn't need my help.

[beeps]

I've never actually tried this hack before.

Come on, come on.

[garage door opening]

[chuckles] Darby, you're a genius.

- [laughs] - No way.

Oh, shit.

- [car alarms blaring] - [dogs barking]

[Bill] Oh, man, it's opening every door.

Holy fuck.

We got to get out of here.

Close it, close it.

[garage doors closing]

Lee's hack didn't mention that.

[car alarms stop]

Sure you want to do this?

[automatic light clicks]

♪

[hinge squeaking]

Shut it off, shut it off.

Seems like no one's lived here in years.

Basement's probably down there.

[Darby] Here.

[door creaking]

- [clattering] - Whoa, you all right?

Yeah. Stairs are uneven.

- [Bill grunts] - [hammer clattering]

You can see the lines.

What do you think?

This concrete is redone.

- Yeah. - Yeah? All right.

Let's do it.

Yeah.

[drill whirring]

[heavy thudding]

[distant drill whirring]

[both panting]

Maybe we just got the wrong house.

No, I'm not ready to stop.

Let's just, let's just break a sec.

[coughs]

- Mm. Thanks. - Here.

[grunts]

[coughs]

[birds chirping]

- [muffled thud] - [gasps]

[thudding overhead]

[dog barking]

[Darby scoffs softly]

[quietly] Bill. Bill.

- What? - The stairs.

Look at the stairs.

Someone rebuilt them.

Badly.

Yeah.

[knocking]

[creaking]

[drill whirring]

Oh, God.

Bill?

♪ ♪

[Bill sighs]

He started with his wife.

Patricia.

[soft clattering overhead]

[footsteps approaching]

[door opens]

Patricia Bell.

Carmen Perez.

Latisha Jones.

Ruth Kaminski.

- Melissa Chang. - Alison Dupree.

[Bill] Marissa Bahari.

[gun cocks]

[Darby] Bill...

[gunshot echoes]

[thunder rumbles]

Um...

Yeah, I think that's all I can handle for, uh, one night.

Uh, thank you.

[applause]

[moderator] Thank you. All right.

Uh, we're gonna open it up for some questions.

Yes, you, sir.

I saw that you dedicated the book

to Lee Andersen, the hacker.

Why?

Um, when I was growing up,

she was one of the only female coders around.

You know, until they doxed her and destroyed her life.

But I think she got the better of them, you know?

What do you mean?

Well, she married Andy Ronson.

You know, the King of Tech.

And maybe if y'all help me sell some books tonight,

then, uh, I can quit my IT job

and actually buy some of his stuff.

Yeah. Yes, go ahead.

I read your book and... what happened?

You and Bill were so in love and...

Why isn't he here tonight?

[train horn blows]

- [dance music playing faintly] - [busy chatter]

[recorded male voice] Hey, Darby, I know it's late where you are,

but, uh, we've been up two days straight.

Finally got Rick to scrape Facebook.

Plus, I got the Dakota scene photos.

Bounced it all to Dropbox.

I know it might take some time,

but, uh, can you do your thing?

No one better than you.

["Glory Box" by Portishead playing]

♪ I'm so tired ♪

♪ Of playing ♪

♪ Playing with this bow and arrow ♪

♪ Gonna give my heart away ♪

♪ Leave it to the other girls to play ♪

♪ For I've been a temptress too long ♪

♪ Just ♪

- [phone chimes] - [gasps]

♪ Give me a reason ♪

♪ To love you ♪

Andy Ronson's assistant?

What the fuck?

♪ A woman ♪

♪ I just want to be a woman ♪

♪ From this time ♪

♪ Unchained ♪

♪ We're all looking at ♪

♪ A different picture ♪

♪ Through this new frame of mind ♪

♪ A thousand flowers could bloom ♪

♪ Move over ♪

♪ And give us some room, yeah ♪

♪ Give me a reason ♪

♪ To love you ♪

♪ Give me a reason ♪

♪ To be ♪

♪ A woman ♪

[phone chiming rapidly]

♪ I just want to be a woman ♪

[man 1] Look, if it was someone else, I would say hack,

but you, my friend, just got a sweet L.A. Times review.

Yeah, all right. So what?

I mentioned Ronson once in a book reading,

and now he wants to share something with me?

Come on.

[man 2] Hey, it's a prank, obviously.

[man 1] No, no, no, no. Ronson doesn't use PR people.

Besides, everything's online if you know where to look.

Yeah, all right, but,

I mean, why is a billionaire,

who happens to be married to Lee Andersen,

texting me?

Yeah, he's not. Ray the assistant is.

Besides, what's the worst thing that happens?

It's a hack, and then you wipe your phone.

Come on, I know you're backed up.

[man 2] No, no, no, no, I don't know.

I bet they're up to some dark shit.

What do you mean?

Money like that is always dark shit.

- You're just jealous, man. - What, no...

All right, I'll... I'll hit you up later, guys.

But, um, send a search and rescue when I go missing, yeah?

[laughing]

[computer beeps]

[sighs]

All right.

♪ ♪

Whoa.

[male voice] Darby.

I'm outside.

Let me up.

Don't you want to see me?

I'm outside.

Fuck.

Let me up.

[exhales]

- [knock on door] - [gasps]

[knocking through speakers]

[knocking]

[doorbell rings through speakers]

[male voice] Darby.

Darby.

[knocking]

[bells jingle]

Hello, Darby.

How nice to finally meet you.

Aren't you going to invite me in?

I'm here on Andy Ronson's behalf

to invite you to his 2023 Retreat.

A small gathering of minds.

A symposium to discuss technology's role

in ensuring a human future.

All expenses paid. Flight, lodging, food,

whatever you should need.

The plane departs in two weeks,

and returns the week after.

Would you care to join us, Darby?

I...

I'm...

[chuckling] Sorry, uh...

It's just, um...

[whispering] What?

I don't really...

have the words.

That's quite all right.

Andy's introduced me to things

that have left me speechless, too.

Uh... [chuckles]

Yeah, like what?

Vivaldi's "Spring."

- Beyoncé. - [Darby chuckles]

The collected works of Borges.

The television program The Simpsons.

I love The Simpsons.

I binged it when I got my wisdom teeth out.

You felt a kinship to Lisa.

It's hard

being the smartest person in most rooms.

Yeah. It's, um,

it's lonely.

Yes.

You won't be lonely on the retreat.

It's an impressive gathering.

I'm sure you'll find the other attendees of the retreat

just as fascinating as Lisa Simpson.

[chuckles softly]

Will Lee Andersen be there?

Of course.

Your work is of great interest to both Lee and Andy.

What do you say, Darby?

Will you join us?

[phone line rings]

[Darby's father] Kiddo?

- Hey, Dad. - It's early there. You okay?

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Uh, you at work?

I have a case here. Multiple neck lacerations.

Clean cuts.

One fatal stab wound severing the carotid.

- How deep? - Six inches.

- Margins? - Fairly clean.

But the tissue damage, very irregular.

The weapon entered obliquely.

Bruising around point of entry?

Yup, round.

- I'm thinking... - Screwdriver. Sharp flathead.

[whistles, laughs]

Uh, look, Dad,

something crazy happened.

Um, so...

Andy Ronson

invited me on a retreat.

Sorry, uh,

Andy Ronson, Andy Ronson?

Yeah.

Well, what do you think he wants?

Well, I don't know.

I don't know, I think it's like a-a tech conference.

Where?

[Darby] Um, they don't tell you.

For security.

- [laughs] - Yeah. Yeah.

Well, uh, I'm proud of you, kiddo.

And you, you're gonna go, right?

[Darby] Um, well, I mean, the last and only time

that I was on a plane, I had a panic attack.

And...

I'm not great around new people, but, um,

I mean, can you say no to Andy Ronson?

[Darby's father chuckles]

♪ ♪

- Hello, Miss Hart. - Hey.

♪ ♪

Good luck.

Hello, Ms. Hart. I'll see that this gets on board.

Oh, um, no, I can put it in the compartment. Thanks.

Oh, of course, but, there are no overhead compartments.

Oh, uh... sure.

Hello, Ms. Hart.

I'm Todd.

You were at my reading.

I love true crime. Glad you could join us.

I work for Mr. Ronson.

I'm his personal head of security.

Now, if you don't mind, we have

a quick health check before you board.

Just a, uh, standard consent form.

I'll be doing a quick temperature check to board.

[beeps]

And a mouth swab.

Thank you. You're all good to go.

Thanks.

I'm Captain Eric. Welcome aboard.

Thanks.

[classical music playing]

Um, may I sit here?

It's not my plane.

I hate to fly.

Just want to be upfront about that.

You're in the splash zone.

For, like, v-vomit?

Most likely.

Oh, that's all right.

Body fluids don't scare me.

Would you like some nigiri? Sake?

Th-That one, thanks.

You're Darby Hart.

Guess what I'm reading?

Yeah, my assistant gave it to me.

For years, I've been...

I've been trying to develop a film about

all the missing Black women in D.C.

That's where I'm from.

I'm sorry, I-I'm Martin Mitchell. I'm a filmmaker.

Martin Mitchell.

I'm a great fan of your films.

I appreciate that. Thank you.

Lu Mei.

[Martin chuckles] I know who you are.

Did you know,

L.A. Times called her "Gen Z's Sherlock Holmes."

Yeah, said Silver Doe

was a true crime memoir with a beating heart.

Yeah.

You're a child.

I'm older than I look.

Silver Doe? Sounds like a porn name.

- I'm... - Sian Cruise.

Yeah. Oh, I'm sorry, you know who you are.

I do.

I mean, you walked on the moon.

- I did. - Yeah.

This is all fascinating,

but I need to be asleep

before the plane moves.

[Martin] So...

Definitely not Andy.

[Martin] [scoffs] Disagree.

All right, the games. Guess who's invited by who.

It's nine guests.

Five invited by Andy, four by...

[David] Lee.

Back in the old days, the distinction

between builders and non-builders

was very important to Andy.

Oh, what's, um, what's builders?

People who create companies to solve problems

create actual value.

[flight attendant] Your cell phone, please.

Thank you.

Can you charge it while you're at it, too? Thank you.

Of course. Cell phone?

This is, like, half my brain.

You'll get it back. It's so you can enjoy

a device-free experience.

All right.

I'll give mine to the head of my security.

[man speaking Chinese]

Is all that really necessary?

You know, Andy's had more

attempts on his life than any head of state.

Andy's just got a flair for the dramatic.

Keeps him young.

[Martin] You know, Sian,

it'd be so nice if you actually

told us where we're going.

My lips are sealed, my friend.

[Darby] I think it's someplace cold.

The pilot was wearing a turtleneck and a down vest.

Yeah? I heard Andy likes the desert.

Well, maybe Andy didn't pick the place.

Hmm.

Yo, so,

- your Bill Farrah? - Hmm.

That wouldn't happen to be the Bill Farrah

that makes art under the pseudonym FANGS, would it?

Yeah. Yeah, I think it is.

But, I mean, we haven't spoken in six years, so...

That's cool. I mean, that's not cool, um...

[chuckles]

[Darby] Hey, Lu Mei.

Could I have some of whatever you've got?

[Lu Mei] Knock yourself out.

[pills rattling]

[jet engines whirring]

♪ ♪

[gasps]

[rumbling]

[whimpering]

[low rumbling]

- [rattling] - [gasps softly]

[exhales]

[water dripping]

[male voice] Darby.

[water dripping]

I thought we were going to die.

[birds chirping]

Bill? Bill?

[water dripping]

Bill?

[water dripping]

[jet engines whirring]

[tires touching down]

♪ ♪

[captain over intercom] Good morning.

It's 6:46 here in the a.m.

Minus seven degrees Celsius on the ground.

If you didn't pack jackets, don't worry.

Mr. Ronson will have everything waiting for you.

Your cars are waiting to take you to Fljot Valley.

Welcome to Iceland.

[wind howling]

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Is it rude to ask what you do?

I build smart cities. In China.

In Yinchuan.

Uh, it's near Beijing.

You're here to sell books?

Um, well, yeah. That would be great. [chuckles]

[guards speaking Icelandic]

You know, um,

I'm actually here to meet Lee Andersen.

Hmm.

[driver] We're approaching the Fljot Valley.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

[rattling]

[indistinct chatter]

Welcome, Ms. Lu Mei. It's nice to see you.

[chatter and greetings continues]

Welcome.

Let me take your bags.

[chatter continues]

[approaching truck engine]

[brakes squeaking]

[engine idling]

[wind whistling]

♪ ♪

[door closes]

Ms. Hart. Welcome to the Fljot Valley.

I'm Marius, the hotel manager.

If you need anything throughout your stay,

please know that we are all here to help.

Thank you.

This is your ring key.

It will grant you entry into your room,

as well as the spa, the baths, indoors and out.

Of course, there are private sections of the hotel,

and your ring will not grant you access to those.

You are room 8.

Just at the top of the stairs, to the right.

[chuckles]

Thanks.

Ah, Lu Mei.

Please, this way.

How was your flight?

[chatter continues]

[chimes]

Mm.

[chuckles]

[door closes]

[chuckles]

What?

- [chimes] - [Ray] Hello, Darby.

How can I help you?

- Ray? - I'm your AI assistant.

[mellow electronica plays]

I know. We met before.

That's right. I delivered Andy's invitation.

We're glad you're here.

Andy sees this as an arctic test run for my development.

[chuckles] Good song.

Whoa, is that coffee?

Caffeine is good for jet lag.

The mini-bar is all complimentary.

Wait, so all of this is free?

[laughs]

So, wait. Can I see you like before?

Certainly.

You can enable projection

or you can try out Ronson Vision on your nightstand.

Hmm.

[beeps]

Whoa.

I'll help you get to know the hotel,

and I can go over the itinerary for the next five days.

What's on the schedule for tonight?

A welcome dinner.

Would you like to know the biographies

of the guests seated to either side of you?

Sure.

To your left will be David Alvarez,

born in Argentina.

On Forbes magazine's Midas List

for top ten venture capitalists.

♪ ♪

[cartoon music playing]

- Thank you. - [woman] Stacy.

[indistinct chatter]

[music continues]

♪ Can you find it? ♪

♪ ♪

Lee.

[Darby gasps]

♪ Is the door shaped like a square? ♪

♪ No, it's shaped like a rectangle ♪

[indistinct chatter and laughter]

[overlapping chatter continues]

I read about your activism in Brazil. Fearless.

I mean, you were almost run off the road.

Almost. Hmm.

We put up a real fight in Paragominas.

You know, I had a reputation at that point

for getting funding to the groups

that could really undermine the loggers.

[Oliver] With the deepfake app,

I can make you say anything.

Literally anything. And you're all over the Internet

so I don't even need a sample of your voice. Here.

[Fake Sian] Fuck Earthlings. I'm going to Mars, bitches.

[laughter]

[Sian] I do not sound like that.

[Oliver] Yes, you do. Give me some credit.

[overlapping chatter]

How did you get your phone past Andy?

[Andy] Welcome.

Welcome.

It's so exciting to see you all here.

This was not an easy group to assemble,

so the next few days are going to be very precious.

[Zoomer] Dad!

Hey.

[grunts]

This is my son Zoomer.

He lobbied me very hard to join us for dinner.

And this is Lee, my wife.

I hope you all feel at home here.

Andy picked this valley for the hot springs,

so if you all join us for a soak after dinner,

I can promise you, you will sleep like a baby tonight.

My wife says

this is the only way I know how to take a vacation,

which is basically to keep working, just with other people.

As always, she is

very accurate about my vices.

That's why I married her.

- I thought I married you. - [laughter]

[Andy] So, um...

I've met some of my closest friends during these retreats.

And some incredible innovations

have come about from those encounters.

It really is amazing what people can offer the world

with proper support.

I'm emerging from the isolation

of the past few years with a couple of surprises.

The first, you've already met: Ray.

He's in the beta phase,

but I think his introduction to the world

could be something of a revelation.

Personal assistant, teacher, therapist.

Some people would refer to him as

artificial intelligence.

I prefer the term...

- alternative intelligence. - Alternative intelligence.

[Andy laughs]

[soft laughter]

The second surprise

is, uh, bringing you all here to Iceland.

Now, you're the first people to stay in this hotel.

And the reason that I built it

is because I believe

we're in one of the last true

great areas of wilderness left.

No, please, don't give him that.

- I'm sorry. - Sorry.

By the time this little one is 18,

this planet that we call home

could be past the point of no return.

200 million climate refugees projected by 2050.

26 trillion

in damages by storms,

wildfires and droughts by 2070.

The facts are hysterical, but they are accurate.

They are facts.

Margaret Atwood said in an article

that the nearer we get to the climate crisis,

the fewer choices we have,

but we still have some,

and we have to start making them.

Now, some of you are technologists,

some of you are deeply critical of technology.

Some of you have

designer degrees, some of you dropped out of college

like I did, but everyone sitting here at this table

is an original thinker.

That's why you're here.

And it is original thought,

more than money,

oil, or even water,

that will determine if there is a future to be had.

Oliver, doing work with robotics

that is beyond the science fiction I read as a kid.

Ziba pioneered the use

of message end-to-end encryption

in her activism in Iran.

And Sian,

who started off as a doctor,

could be the one to save us all with her research

into the idea of colonizing the moon.

Everyone I've invited here

has something extraordinary

to offer the group.

And if Lee invited you...

I have no idea what you're doing here.

[laughter]

Come on.

[laughter]

Told you.

- You nailed it. - [laughs]

[Sian] Definitely not him.

[overlapping chatter]

[coughing]

Are you okay?

Mm-hmm.

[Andy] You all right, there?

Mm-hmm.

Nice work, Doc.

[Andy] We almost lost you there, kiddo.

[Sian] You okay?

[Andy] Lee, would you?

To... finding a way out.

Cheers.

- Cheers. - Together.

- Cheers. - [glasses clinking]

- Cheers. - Cheers.

- Cheers. - [glasses clinking]

- Cheers. - Cheers.

Cheers.

[overlapping chatter]

Hello, Darby Hart.

Hi, Bill.

[Zoomer] I'm a doctor.

Oh. [chuckles]

Oh, I can see that. All right.

Um, yeah, perfect timing,

actually, you know?

I've been having some trouble with my chest in this cold.

You mind taking a look?

- [Zoomer] Yeah, sure. - [Bill] Yeah? All right.

You're young to be a doctor. How old are you?

Five years, nine months, 20 days and...

- 27 seconds. - 27. All right, perfect, great.

Okay, what do you need me to... you want me to...?

What?

- Your heart's beating really fast. - Really?

Here, let me give you something to help.

I don't think it is, but...

Zoomer, you want to come and sit down?

- Thanks. - You're welcome.

Yeah.

There you go.

[indistinct chatter and laughter]

[classical music plays]

♪ ♪

[indistinct chatter and laughter]

[indistinct chatter]

Hey.

- I'm Ziba. - Oh. Hey.

Hi.

Darby, right?

Uh, yeah. Yeah.

I've been hanging out here hoping to run into FANGS.

I can't believe he's at this retreat.

Well, I'm morally against this kind of wealth,

but I've admired his art, h-his work, for so many years

and I tried to connect with him, and it was impossible,

so when I heard he was coming,

I couldn't not accept the invitation.

And that's how these assholes get you.

Yeah.

With destination dinner parties and private planes and...

[Martin] No, no, don't listen to her, she's a bad influence.

- No? - No.

Do you think Andy is doing all this for shits and giggles?

Yeah.

- Huh? - [laughs]

[Martin] This is a man whose product launches

are more anticipated than tentpole movies.

He's got designs on something.

- Like what? - I was just telling him this whole...

thing feels like an audition.

You know what I mean? Support, funding...

But why is Darby here, then? I mean,

Andy's not auditioning her to fund her next book.

[Martin] I don't know why Darby's here.

Maybe Andy loves him some true crime.

You know her book is about her road trip with FANGS, right?

You know him?

Um, knew him a long time ago.

He just went by Bill back then.

- Yeah. - Huh.

I'm gonna turn in, um, but, um... Night.

[Martin and Ziba] Good night.

[laughter]

[muttering]

You're not up for the ice breaker?

- [grunts] - Oh!

Do you want to get a drink?

No.

Whatever, man.

Maybe a walk?

[Bill] Yeah, I thought your book was beautiful.

Especially the stuff from before the case.

You know, growing up in the morgue with your dad,

and growing up without a mom.

[wind whooshing]

How jealous you were of the kids at school

with those elaborate packed lunches

from mothers who gave a shit.

Yeah, I realized that you had to be your own mother,

and even your own father, and that makes you really...

really tough and really fragile at the same time.

You know, I always worried that there was something, like, cheap

about what we did together.

Or, like, salacious, but that was stupid.

You wanted to make sure no one fell through the cracks.

I thought the book was art.

I guess as one of the most celebrated

guerilla artists alive,

you would be the arbiter.

No, it's just what I felt when I closed the book.

Why'd you come?

Didn't think this was really your crowd.

I created this installation that took a big swing

at Silicon Valley called Artificial Insan...

I know what Artificial Insanity is.

- Oh, yeah? - [chuckles]

Uh, anyway, I guess...

I guess Andy thought I had nerve.

Like, the useful kind, so, I don't know.

[sniffles]

Why are you really here?

[chuckles]

- I forgot that. - Forgot what?

It's just hard to put anything but the truth past you.

[chuckles]

I came for Lee.

You know Lee?

Yeah.

You seem like you've got a lot on your mind.

Yeah, I do.

I really do.

Wouldn't know where to begin, though.

- Mm. - You know?

Building all this when you can just lie in the snow

- and look up for free. - [laughs]

It's a sham.

Why'd you leave?

[sighs] You scared me.

- Cheap. - No, I think we both know

I could never have been as brave as you needed me to be.

But also...

Also what?

Also, the thing you think of as bravery in yourself,

I'm-I'm... I'm not sure that's what it is.

What is it, then?

What's the rush? We've got the whole week.

[laughs]

Also, I thought maybe you only really like women.

Bill, all women really only like women.

Just like all men really only like men.

So they invented all of professional sports

so they could be intimate with each other.

[both laugh]

Okay.

Come get warm with me.

No.

No, really, I need to tell you something.

What, you've got my nuclear code,

and you think I'm gonna fuck you for it?

You do scare me, Darby.

Because, you know, you left me many times

before I left you, and I don't even think you know

why or how or when.

It was really hard to be in love with someone like that.

I'm in 11 if you change your mind.

♪ ♪

[door chimes]

[exhales heavily]

- Ray? - [chimes]

[Ray] Can I run you a hot bath?

[chuckles]

You read my mind.

- [water running] - Body, actually.

[chuckles] Don't be cute.

From your ring. Temperature, heart rate.

And, of course, there's the weather.

[shivers]

[water running]

[chiming]

Wow, Ray. That's cool.

No, it should be hot, 102 degrees Fahrenheit.

Right. Yeah.

[chuckles] Hot.

[sighs]

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

- [scoffs] - [closes laptop]

["No More 'I Love You's'" by Annie Lennox playing]

♪ Do-be-do-be-do-do-do ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ Do-be-do-be-do-do-do ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ Do-be-do-be-do-do-do ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ Do-be-do-be-do-do-do ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ Do-be-do-be-do-do-do ♪

♪ I used to be a lunatic ♪

♪ From the gracious days ♪

- Oh, sorry. - Easy there.

♪ I used to feel woebegone ♪

♪ Do-be-do-be-do-do-do ♪

♪ And so restless nights ♪

♪ Do-be-do-be-do-do-do ♪

♪ My aching heart... ♪

Bill, it's Darby.

Bill.

[muffled moaning]

[Bill clears throat]

[Bill moaning]

♪ No more I love you's ♪

- [Bill cries out] - [crashing]

♪ Changes are shifting outside the words ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Do-be-do-be-do-do-do ♪

♪ I used to have demons in my... ♪

[Bill moaning]

Bill?

[crashing]

[wind whistling]

[breathing shakily]

What?

[gasps]

[muffled] Bill? Bill...

Stay here with me.

You stay here.

[Darby] What happened?

I...

- [muffled chatter] - Bill?

[muffled, distorted muttering]

[Darby] Bill? Bill...

[Bill moans, mutters]

Bill, I'm gonna go get help.

[panting]

[Bill] Darby...

Yeah?

I need you to stay.

♪ The language is leaving me ♪

♪ No more I love you's ♪

♪ The language is leaving me in silence ♪

♪ No more I love you's ♪

♪ Changes are shifting outside. ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪