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Previously on A Murder
at the End of the World...

[Todd] Police can't get here
with the storm closing in.

[Sian] We don't know who did this.

We don't know why
and we don't know if they are done.

It's a signaling device.

[Darby] I think Bill uncovered
something his first night here.

A secret.

Last Chance.

That's the name of Rohan's boat.

Has someone come here
to kill us all one by one?

[Sian] Well, Lu Mei
has the strongest motive

because Bill's Artificial Insanity

was a takedown of smart cities.

[Darby] I get a bad feeling from David.

You're a smart little girl.

[Sian] I'll tell you this,
but you cannot repeat it

if we get out of here alive.

[Darby]
Maybe this ring belonged to his first.

"E. Bell"?

It could lead us straight to him.

Can we talk about something else?

[Andy] What the fuck were you doing?

-Wait, I...
-It's jammed.

-Is that morphine?
-How much oxygen?

Two minutes.

[grunts]

Are you gonna put her under?

[Eva] There's no time.

-[sneezes]
-Bless you.

I sneeze in transitions
from dark to bright light.

-It's genetic.
-[sneezes]

My father has it, too.

[sneezing]

♪ ♪

[wind whistling]

♪ ♪

What did you just do?

I sneezed.

Do you have a cold?

No, it's called Autosomal Dominant

Compelling Helioopthalmic Outburst.

I sneeze in the light.

Oh, my God.

[inhales deeply]

-What are you doing?
-[laughs] I'm smelling you.

Why are you smelling me?

I don't know, in case I lose you one day,

have to find you.

Oh, yeah, like a dog?

Yeah, like a dog.

-What do I smell like?
-I don't know, come closer.

[sniffing]

You smell like pine...

gasoline.

[laughs]

-You smell like pot.
-[laughs]

Motel soap.

Coca-Cola.

Smoke.

Whoa.

Oh, my God.

We should go.

One day there won't
be any place left to go.

♪ ♪

[sirens wailing]

Why are you being weird?

[alarm beeps]

I got to go.

[door chimes]

-She's awake.
-Thank you, Doctor.

You go on ahead.

[chimes]

You should be lying down.

I'll lie down

when you sit down
and start answering my questions.

You have a serious concussion.

-Where's Sian?
-In her room, resting.

I want to see her.

She's battling an infection.

She needs sleep.

Who are you? You're not a fucking nanny.

I told you I'm a doctor.

So you're running around
after someone's five-year-old?

He isn't just any
five-year-old now, is he?

Wait, is Zoomer sick?

Is that why there's
all this medical equipment?

No.

It's for emergencies.

There's enough morphine here
to tranquilize

50 horses.

My dad's a medical examiner.

I mean...

this shit is for major pain.
Someone's sick or--

If your dad took a HIPAA oath,

then you know I can't
talk about this with you.

Did the morphine that killed Bill
come from this safe?

You're the one with the code.

The more secrets you keep,

the more blood's on your hands.

The morphine was from that safe.

And someone turned on...

the pacemaker receiver.

Yes, and plugged it in.

So who's been in this room

since the retreat started?

I have no idea.

[scoffs]

Darby, please. Brain swelling

is not something to mess around with!

Andy and Lee
are on the other side of wherever

-this elevator goes, aren't they?
-Stop it.

-You could hurt yourself.
-Hurt myself?

Two people have died.

A third person
has a fucking hole in their throat.

I'm not worried about a concussion.

I'm worried about
whether I'll survive the night.

-And you should be, too.
-Darby!

Which floor?

We can visit them all.

♪ ♪

[chimes]

[gasps softly]

[Andy] Come in.

Sit.

Eat something.

I've got stuff to say that's not

for a five-year-old's ears.

Sorry, Andy, I--

It's fine. Could you go and check on Sian?

[Lee] We'll leave you two.

Come here, bug.

Parents have just
become the entertainment directors

on their children's private cruise ship.

What will that produce
other than a generation

-of fat, lazy tourists?
-[Zoomer] I want to stay.

Oh, I know you do.

But we're gonna go read King Arthur.

-You finished eating already.
-[Zoomer] It's not bedtime!

-No, stop it!
-She, uh...

-[Zoomer] Stop it! No!
-She wants to read to him

about King Arthur.

-No!
-I want him

to be King Arthur.

I heard about the
wild-goose chase you went on.

Doesn't sound very smart.

I know that Zoomer is Bill's son.

And that Bill made
some claim to his paternity,

so you killed him.

Or got Todd to do it for you.

And that Rohan was just a witness.

Sit down.

No.

Do you want me to respond
to your accusation

of murder or not?

I'm sterile.

I've known since I was
19 when I got into trouble

with my tuition
and thought that a sperm bank

would solve my problems.

I never told anybody, not even my wife.

I could try and justify that,

but really it's just vanity.

The point is...

I've known since day one

that Zoomer is not
my biological offspring.

You're lying.

It's very easy to check.

But it was your morphine in Bill.

And you have an entire medical suite.

Your nanny is a fucking doctor.

You're ill, I...

I don't know, or recovering
from something serious.

You do understand that any illness I may

or may not have would
throw the world's economy

into a total spin.

That's not an answer.

The morphine was stolen.

Eva noticed the next morning.

But then the footage would show--

Only Bill and David.

Apart from the family, of course.

Todd and Eva?

True.

They could be working for somebody else.

A foreign government perhaps.

Look, it's highly likely that the killer

is someone close to me.

But it's not me, Darby.

Where were you when Bill died?

[Darby] The medical bay?

The moment Marius
heard about Bill, he came

straight away to get me and Eva.

You were receiving treatment.

I do it late at night.

I don't want to scare my son.

And he is my son.

In every way.

When he falls, I pick him up.

When he's scared, I hold him.

That kid is my son
in every way that matters.

I felt nothing but gratitude towards Bill.

He provided the hardware.

I provide the software.

And we all know
it's the software that matters.

You and Lee invited everyone here.

So who do you think
had the motive to kill Bill?

See, that's your blind spot.

I don't think I have a blind spot.

You loved him.

So you think this is all about Bill.

It's not.

Someone wants to destroy me.

And Bill got caught up in that.

This is sabotage.

I'm being set up.

You're afraid.

The world hasn't changed much
since the feudal era.

I'm a king, Darby.

And they want my head
so they can take my kingdom.

I can't trust anyone.

Even my fucking therapist
sold me out for a stock play.

But you're different.

You're like a fresh page in a stale court.

You're very smart.

You've been ahead of me more than once.

I could use you.

And you could use me.

[stammers]

Are you saying we should work together?

Who here is gonna open their door

if you knock on it
and start asking questions?

No one.

But if I knock...

[Andy] This is the lidar scan

from 12:06 a.m., when Bill died.

It's a laser scan.

It renders a 3D model
of the hotel for security.

So it's like an immersive
security experience?

It's an immersive computer, really.

I do everything here.

Check markets, therapy,

map out new ideas on the walls.

Is that someone taking a shit?

The algorithm

automatically censors nudity.

So that's your nod to privacy?

We don't scan inside people's bedrooms.

Only public spaces and the med bay.

As I told you, this is me

receiving treatment from Eva.

Life extension therapy.

The scan extends to approximately

ten meters beyond the outer walls.

Oh, shit.

Sorry.

I should've protected you from that.

So, um...

so you have...

um, everyone's locations
in the common areas and outside?

We do, except for a few minutes

at 11:59 when the system
does an auto backup.

The exact time the killer chose to strike.

So they're an insider to security.

Can I see 11:30 p.m.?

Sure. Ray?

[Ray] Yes, Andy?

Screen through the 11:30 p.m. lidar scan.

So Lee, Lu Mei,

Martin and Marius

are all playing poker in the dining room

from 10:30 p.m. until the 1:00 a.m. scan.

We can't rule them out completely

because of the chunk of missing time.

Right?

Ray?

Would you put on
the screen images of the guests

and all of the staff?

And, Ray, would you rule out
any of the staff

whose door cam footage
shows that they entered

their rooms, but didn't leave?

Sorry, Darby.
That's not public information.

Ray, rule out the staff whose cameras

show that they entered their room
and did not leave

between 11:30 p.m. and 12:30 a.m.

Certainly, Andy.

Do you have anyone else's alibi?

Tomas in the kitchen

from 11:15 p.m. until he turned up

at Bill's door.

We've got no hard evidence
for anybody else.

Whoever did this

-also hacked Rohan's pacemaker.
-Sian's suit.

And deleted themselves
from Bill's door cam footage.

I mean, Todd doesn't
have the skills for that.

-And Ziba's not a secret hacker.
-No.

[chuckles]

David?

I think David was in the hall.

Ray, um...

can you screen the 12:06 a.m. scan
and look for David Alvarez?

Wait, no.

That's weird.

Standing in the hall isn't a crime.

No, but David was in the hallway

when Eva led me out of Bill's room.

And that was 12:15.

So what was David doing

in the hall for the ten minutes

when Sian was trying to revive Bill?

I don't know why
you didn't call me sooner.

We're in the middle of an epic bukkake.

What's this?

We need to ask you a few questions.

"We"?

This a joke?

[Andy] No.

I don't know why you're indulging
a non-player character

like Darby when we should
be on the phone to K2

or Black Rock trying to save our asses.

I'm not sure your ass is on the line.

I'm the one that's leveraged to the hilt,

and there's only you and Lee knows that.

Darby.

Um...

So the night that Bill was killed,

um, I bumped into the waiter,

Tomas, in the hall.

And then Eva took me

back to my room.

And you appeared in the hall

just as that was happening.

What were you doing?

I was, uh, I was going
to another guest's room.

Whose?

I don't fucking have to answer that.

It think it would be best,
David, if you did.

Oliver's.

After midnight?

I'm on New York time.

[Andy] Are you trying to poach my talent?

[David] "Poach your talent"?

We're on the same fucking team.

[Darby] Um, there are other things
that people do

at midnight besides corporate espionage.

I'm not saying

another word without Mark.

-[Darby] Who's Mark?
-His lawyer.

[Oliver] Yeah, David and I fucked.

Your mouth dropping
because you don't think

disabled guys can fuck?

Oliver...

could you talk us through
what happened that night?

Well, uh, the first time

we had sex was in David's room.

That was probably around 11:30.

He got a call, seemed kind of distracted.

Then he told me I had to go.

So I did.

Half hour later, he's knocking on my door.

Says he wants to go again.

[Darby] What was he like?

-His mood?
-Flustered.

But horny.

Did you ask him what was on his mind?

Why he was so agitated?

No.

But he talked a lot about Lu Mei.

Thinks she's a Chinese spy or something.

I told him he was racist.

Wait, so you were actually alone

at midnight when Bill was killed?

[Oliver chuckles]

Look, I thought Bill

was a phony moral crusader.

It's easy to be a luddite
when you're a handsome,

able-bodied white guy with charisma.

But I didn't kill the guy.

Your sneakers.

Um...

the tread on the bottom is pretty worn.

You're not paralyzed, right?

Like, you can walk if you have to?

Not very far.

And not for very long.

I had planned to share this with you.

I figured, at some point, you'd tell me

why you invited me here,
and we'd have a drink together.

I'm sorry, Lu Mei. This has been a...

-a very difficult time.
-[Lu Mei] I survived

the Cultural Revolution,
I'm going to survive this.

So are you.

Uh, after the baths,

I played poker
with your wife and the filmmaker.

Lee is quite the poker player.

She took a lot of my money.

We played from 11:00

to about 1:00 a.m.,

and, uh, then I went directly to bed.

Did anyone leave the table
during that time?

The table, for sure, but not the room.

Except... maybe Lee once.

I had a bit to drink.

You have hacking skills, right, Lu Mei?

I'm not the brains of my operation.
I'm the brawn.

No, but you build smart cities

run by computers, so,

must know a bit about 'em.

-All right.
-[sets drink on table]

After Rohan, I became alarmed.

I hacked through the firewall.

I wanted to see
if I could reach my security team

in Siglufjördur, and, uh,

have them arrange an evacuation for me

to get me the hell out of this place.

But I couldn't reach them.

Thanks for your honesty.

I've come down here
because I want to help.

And I will help you, Andy,
even after we get out of here.

My team has developed a software

to keep the residents
of our smart cities safe.

It looks for patterns
in mental health records,

criminal records, cell phone data

to create profiles that

anticipate criminal behavior.

Clearly, something like that
could have been useful here.

Wouldn't you say?

I think we should talk to Lee next.

Why?

Well, Lu Mei said
she left the poker game.

-She could have seen something.
-No. She would have told me.

What we need to do
is to track down that call

that came into David's room. Ray,

could you go through the list of calls

that came into David Alvarez's
room on February the third.

[Ray] There are two incoming calls.

The front desk called at 9:15.

The call was unanswered. At 11:07,

there was an incoming call to David.

Who from?

The call came from William Farrah's room.

Bill called David?

Um, Ray, how long was the call?

27 seconds.

Bill didn't even know David, did he?

Um, do you guys keep transcripts of calls?

No, not unless
something dangerous is said,

which triggers a recording.

Andy?

-No, not now.
-Andy,

I think you should take this one.

It's The Wall Street Journal.

They know Rohan's dead.

They know we're stuck here.

-How?
-They're on the SAP repeater.

How do they know?

Who told them?

I-I don't know.

Who do you think told them?

[shouting] What... is fucking wrong

with people?!

I cannot trust a single

fucking person!

Hello?

Hey, Susan. It's Andy.

Yeah. It's true.

[indistinct, distant chatter]

[faint wailing]

[wailing grows louder]

[recorded whale sounds playing]

[quietly] Did you figure anything out?

No.

Well, yeah, I... I don't know.

It's like I have
all the edges of the puzzle,

but nothing in the middle, you know?

Hey, can I ask you something?

Yeah, of course.

Lu Mei said you disappeared
from the poker game.

Where'd you go?

I went to check on Zoomer.

Do you know what time that was exactly?

Um... I don't know.

Uh, it was probably a little after 11:00.

And you didn't notice
anything strange around, or off?

I took the elevator in the medical bay.

There wasn't anyone in the hall.

Where's Andy?

Um, on the phone.

Look, Lee, um, I owe you an apology.

For what?

I-I put some things together

that I thought might be a motive, and...

I told Andy, point blank,

and I should have come to you first.

Well, well, what did you tell him?

Um, Bill used to do this thing

where he would sneeze
a bunch of times in a row really fast.

He used to say that it was
because of changes in the light.

He called it "ACHOO syndrome,"

and I always thought it sounded fake.

But Zoomer does it.

And it's genetic.

I know that Bill
is Zoomer's biological father.

[laughing]

What?

Darby, you said that to my husband?

Yes, but, Lee,

he already knew.

What do you mean, "He already knew"?

I think he...
he should tell you that himself.

Tell me what himself?

Darby, tell me what himself?

Um, he's sterile.

Lee?

No, it's okay.

I just need a minute.

[water running]

[crying, retching]

[recorded whale sounds continue]

[distorted whale sounds]

[water continues running]

[Lee coughs]

[Lee retching]

Marie?

[toilet flushes]

[door opens]

Uh, I'm sorry. I was, um...

Sorry. I was...

I think Eva was right. I think I...

I think I should rest.

I'm not mad at you, Darby.

It's never good to keep secrets.

And I've kept so many of them.

-I think we should talk.
-Um...

Did you just sneak off
and question my wife?

No.

Well, yeah, I asked her a question--

-Did she upset you?
-No. I'm okay.

I think I should go and rest.
My head's killing me.

[Andy] We'll get Eva
to come take care of you.

No. I want to go back to my room.

I want to change my things--

No, it's better if you stay here.

We'll get Todd
to bring your things to you.

Ray, can you get Todd?

[Ray] Of course, Andy.

Andy...

she might need a moment alone,

some space.

She is grieving.

I'd never stop if it wasn't for my wife.

Take a moment.

And then, we'll carry on working.

Together.

Todd, see she gets to the room safely.

[elevator chimes]

♪ ♪

[elevator chirping]

-[elevator chimes]
-[Darby gasps]

It's cold.

We're down a generator,
have to conserve power, so...

heat's out.

I've been meaning to say,

I'm sorry about your friend.

My brother died when I was in high school.

Group of kids hit him with a bat,

pushed him into a river
for making crowns out of flowers.

He drowned in two feet of water.

I'm so sorry.

Supposedly, it was an accident.

But I found every boy who was there,

beat 'em within an inch of their lives.

Look...

I don't know what's going on here,

or who's responsible,

but I understand revenge.

And I admire loyalty.

[door chimes]

My loyalty is to this family.

[sighs]

[breathes deeply]

Okay.

[sighs]

[Ray] Darby,

your heart rate is elevated.

Given the nature of your injury,

-it is important for you to rest.
-Yeah.

I know, Ray. I got it. I got it.

[panting]

[wind gusting]

[breathing heavily]

[sniffing]

[Ray] Darby?

Yeah, Ray, I know. I know.

I know, my heart rate's elevated.

I mean, I... I mean,
I don't know what to tell you.

Shit here's fucked.

Of course my heart rate's
fucking elevated.

Without bed rest,
your injury can result in dizziness,

-numbness--
-My God, Ray, shut up!

[sighs]

-[line ringing]
-[sighs]

[David] Yeah?

-David?
-Jesus fuck. What?

Look, I know you don't want to talk,

but can I ask you something?

Uh, you sound funny.

Are you high?

David,

why did Bill call you the night he died?

Uh...

David, please.

[dial tone]

[groans]

[mutters softly]

[dials]

[line ringing]

[female voice]
David Alvarez has set his room

-to "Do not disturb."
-[line clicks]

[sighs]

[sniffles]

[sniffs]

Ray, can you
turn the fireplace on, please?

[Ray] I'm sorry, Darby.

Gas and power
are in reserve mode at the moment.

[Ray] Cerebral edema is serious.

Fluid building in your brain
can cross the blood-brain barrier--

Oh, my God, Ray!

[crying]

[panting]

[whispers] Okay, Darby.

You're okay.

You just have to breathe.
You have to think.

All the pieces are there.

You just got to put them together.

♪ ♪

-[water running]
-[sniffles]

[breathing heavily]

[clattering nearby]

[knocking on door]

Yeah?

[Tomas] Miss Hart?

Would you like anything to eat?

Uh...

Um, no, thanks.

Actually, do you have
anything prepackaged?

Like chips or something?

Okay. I've got dried fish chips.

Opal licorice.

Uh...

Yeah, licorice. Sure.

I've also got Muna rice cakes

that are, uh, gluten-free.

Um, yeah.

Sounds great. Thanks, man.

Can you just leave them outside the door?

[exhales]

[grunting]

[computer voice]
There is no end to this labyrinth.

If you reach the center,
you will not get Bill back.

I do not want to take another life.

-[blade clinks]
-Don't force my hand.

["Texas Sun" by
Khruangbin & Leon Bridges playing]

♪ You say you like the wind ♪

♪ Blowing through your hair... ♪

Hey, wh-when did you first fall for me?

[chuckles] No, I'm not playing that game.

Oh, come on. You want me to start?

I'll start.

For me, it's a-a three-part answer.

-Three parts?
-Yeah.

-Seriously?
-Yeah, the-the first part was...

was when you said the dead talked to you.

Yeah?

Yeah, 'cause I knew what you meant.

You did?

Most people see a crime
scene, they get grossed out

or intrigued or, I don't know,
maybe even turned on,

but y-you see a body and you,

you see the whole life behind it.

-You're not even listening.
-No, I am.

You're not. What did I say?

"You see the whole life behind it."

What's the second part?

Uh, the second part...

uh, second part
was when we first met at the diner.

Um...

And you walked in and I had this feeling

like I was gonna know you forever, and...

Till, like, the... the day I died, I...

[scoffs] Is that intense?

-What was the third part?
-Oh, that hasn't happened yet.

-It hasn't?
-Uh-uh.

-Really?
-No.

No. Doesn't happen... It hasn't happened.

But I-I can feel it bubbling.

It's there somewhere.

On the edge.

Yeah. Let me hear yours?

Your turn.

No, don't put me on the spot.

Yours was so good.
Mine is just gonna be dumb.

No, come on, I want to hear
when you first fell for me.

What makes you think I've fallen for you?

Oh, my God.

-Oh, my God, this is huge.
-What?

You know how I was trying
to track down E. Bell?

-Yeah.
-This guy Fred just posted.

He thinks the ring's from the 1920s.

-Okay, what does that mean?
-It means it's old.

Like, 100 years old or something.

And he said it's likely that
"E. Bell isn't the Jane Doe

you're looking for,
but the original owner."

Okay. [laughs softly]

I mean, that's major.

Yeah.

-Yeah, that's great.
-Fuck.

-That's great.
-Yes, Fred.

-Do you ever stop working a case?
-Huh?

-I'm gonna put in on Reddit.
-Yeah, put it on Reddit.

[engine stops]

[wind whistling softly]

What are you doing?

♪ ♪

[car door opens]

[car door closes]

♪ ♪

Sometimes I think about
throwing this into the ocean.

I think a lot of people think that.

It's not a long-term solution.

-We do need them.
-Do we? I-I don't think we do.

I mean, if they had pitched them
as tiny computers,

which is what they are,
they're not phones anymore--

I mean, that's not
what we're using them for--

I don't think we would've
bought into it so easily.

You look at photos
of movie theaters in the 1940s,

everyone's smoking, like, everyone.

Like a huge cloud of smoke
above them, it's...

You see it now and you think,
"Fuck, that's so gross," but...

if you took a picture now, everyone's just

hunched over their phones.

It's the same thing,
it's the same addiction.

It's worse.

At least with a cigarette,
yeah, you're slowly destroying

your lungs, but you're still you.

With these, it's just,
I mean, we're losing ourselves.

I hate it.

The first time I felt myself
fall in love with you

was on my phone.

♪ ♪

[wind whistling]

[panting]

[door closes]

Not now, Darby.

No.

[monitor beeping steadily]

[raspingly] Thought you'd never come.

[door closes]

[Darby] How are you feeling?

My throat's on fire.

[coughs]

Can I do anything?

Do you need another blanket?

I got that one for you.

Sian, I'm so sorry.

It was my fault that
we went out into the storm.

-It was my idea.
-No.

No, I should've been more...

-I don't know.
-Don't. Mm-mm.

Guilt is so easy.

Easier to blame yourself...

than to contend with the truth.

It was not in your control.

We are powerless...

To ice, to wind...

...to cruelty.

Bad things happen to good people.

The best people.

You are not to blame

for Bill, Rohan...

...or me.

You wish it was that easy.

[laughs softly] Yeah.

What else?

-Eva?
-[Eva] Hmm?

-A moment alone?
-Of course.

Three minutes, and that's it.

[door opens, closes]

[Darby] Someone broke into my room.

They attacked me.

Are you okay?

-Yeah.
-Who?

I don't know.

I could just feel
their leather gloves on my face.

They used an electronic voice.

They basically told me to stop.

My God.

[raspy inhale]

[grunts]

Sian?

Did you know that Zoomer is Bill's son?

[gasps]

No.

Andy loves that boy more than anything.

What about Lee?

I don't know what Lee loves.

[clears throat]

I used to think money.

Zoomer makes hundreds
of thousands of dollars a day.

His trust.

As long as she's with Andy,
that's her money, too.

-[grunts]
-Are you okay?

-Some water?
-Water?

Yeah.

What a way to go.

[coughing]

Don't give up, Darby.

Find the people you can trust.

You can't go it alone.

Get me the water.

I just can't square that with the same Lee

who wrote that manifesto, you know?

But it just doesn't...

[monitor beeping rapidly]

[door opens]

What did you do?

Darby, what did you do?!

Ray, I have a code blue in room 4.

♪ ♪

Sian.

[distorted] Does Andy know?

♪ ♪

[monitor flatlining]

[door opens]

Why is it, wherever you go, death follows?

[Darby] I think you were right.

It is someone close to you.

I just don't think you realize how close.

You know she has a passport

in her backpack under another name?

You're suffering from a brain injury

and no longer making sense.

I suggest you go back
to your room, you lie down

and you wait for the professionals
to get here.

I mean, that's what you wanted, isn't it?

To be interviewed by the police?

[wind gusting]

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Sian's dead.

[Lu Mei]
At the welcome dinner, Sian said to me,

"You know how they say
there are no atheists in foxholes?

There are no atheists
on the Moon, either."

She...

stopped killing spiders
when she came back on Earth.

You couldn't harm anything living
if you understood

how much eternal night there is
and how precious little life.

[Ziba] And what a shit show
stuck down here on Earth, huh?

At four, we might
hit a real tipping point.

Tipping point for what?

Revolt.

Is that what this is?

The first person
who breaks out of lockdown

and starts a bonfire
in the hotel courtyard is a lunatic.

But once someone else joins,
it becomes a valid option.

They call you the "second adopter."

[laughs softly]

Critical force in a revolution.

Is it true? Sian?

[softly] Yeah.

Fuck.

-Coffee?
-Whiskey.

-Lu Mei and I...
-Thank you.

-...we were in Andy's suite.
-[Lu Mei] Yes, this morning.

Or his house.

But I mean, i-it's a bunker.

I'm talking...

ten stories underground.

I think it's what
those robots that we saw,

I think it's what they're mining.

I think Andy's building
another one of these.

So I'm...

I'm starting to feel like
this might not be a hotel at all.

[Ziba] Apocalypse timeshare

for millionaires.

Buy a cabin aboard Noah's Ark and ride out

the climate crisis the superrich created.

-Sorry, Lu Mei.
-[Lu Mei] Don't be.

I grew up a Communist.

[Darby] What is this retreat, then?

Like, an audition to get aboard?

Yeah, so, like, what are we,
scholarship candidates?

-[laughs softly]
-[Ziba] They will be underground

for a long time.

They need halftime entertainment.

[laughter]

Well, my people have
survived numerous apocalypses, so...

[singsongy]
This is just another Tuesday for us.

But tell me, tell me, why is it easier

for people like Andy to dream all this up

than it is for them to imagine
an end to capitalism?

It's his son's inheritance.

He has to have a plan
for this empire to survive him.

[Oliver] If Earth is hit by an asteroid,

or climate changes so quickly
that human survival is tested,

you'll be glad someone
thought to build a safe harbor.

I won't be glad.

-I'll be dead.
-Your grandchildren, then.

I doubt they'll be invited to audition.

They spend too much time on TikTok.

[laughter]

[door opens]

[Marius]
I must advise you all to come inside.

Another front is coming in.
It's too dangerous.

And we cannot have fire in the courtyard--

Fuck off, Marius.

[blows raspberry]

[laughter]

See his face?

You think I'll lose
my scholarship for that?

[laughs]

Oh, I feel so sad.

You know, my people are the Qashqai people

in southwest Iran.

We were nomads.

Some of us still are.

But even if we live in the big cities,

we never stop moving.

Like the wind.

It's in our blood.

But when someone passes,
we allow ourselves to stop.

To mourn.

And to be sad for days.

Oh, shit.

[exhales] Oh, wow.

[Ziba] I think we should name the dead.

And bless them to rejoin the wind.

What? "Bless the wind"?

[Martin] We have a similar practice

at First African Methodist.

It's kind of like a call and response.

[Ziba] That's good.

Rohan Ravjit.

A revolutionary.

[all] Rohan Ravjit.

A revolutionary.

Sian Cruise. An explorer.

[all] Sian Cruise.

An explorer.

If I say his name...

...he won't come back.

[whispering] Bill. Bill.

Wake up.

-It's nighttime.
-Yeah, I know, but I've done it.

-Done what?
-I found him.

I found our killer.

Look.

[grunts softly]

-[Bill] You did all this?
-Yeah.

Yes, see, look, I-I traced it,

I traced it right back to E. Bell.

The original owner Eunice Bell.

She died in Sacramento in 1929.

I basically rebuilt her entire family tree

using Ancestry.com and then these, um,

these articles from The Sacramento Bee.

So, Eunice Bell gives the ring
to her son Edward,

who then gives it to his wife,
who dies of cancer.

But Edward never remarries,
so he gives a ring to his son,

and in 1980, he joins the police force.

In 1990, he marries this woman
called Patricia who...

Dies?

She vanishes.

I mean, after she moves in with him,

there is no trace of her.

And get this: he was then put on probation

for discharging a weapon without cause

and then given early retirement.

-Whoa.
-Yeah.

And I have an address.

Whose?

His.

I have his last-known address
where he lived with Patricia.

And it's currently for sale,
so it's standing open.

Are you saying we should...

we should go to the house
to see if Patricia Bell never left?

That's why I like you so much.

Yeah.

[laughing softly]

[exhales]

Fuck.

A-Are you high?

The work's sound.
I mean, you can see for yourself.

No, I mean, a-are you
on something right now?

Yeah, Adderall.
I'm... I was on a roll, so...

-Where'd you get Adderall?
-At a truck stop.

Come sit with me a sec?

Okay. [laughs softly]

Yeah?

I think we should go home. I...

I think you might be losing it, Darbs.

What?

Losing it? I-I've found it.

I've fucking found everything.

What, is this because it wasn't
your break or something?

No, I could give a fuck.

What, you just don't care anymore?

No, of course I care,
I'm just worried about you.

I mean, you... since Utah,
you're not here anymore.

You're just on the case
the whole time. It's...

It's alarming, I mean,
you're taking uppers, taking downers.

You're not sleeping, not eating.

Y-You're ready to break into

a potential serial killer's house

to, what, to save them?

I mean, you can't. They're dead.

You know what? I really...

I really thought you were different.

But maybe you're
just like everything else.

-"Everything"?
-Everyone else.

You need sleep, Darby.

After 48 hours,
brain function starts to fail. Uh...

So, what, so are you gonna,
what, take me to a spa?

Check me into an asylum?

I mean, fuck,
there's good precedent for that.

All the millions of women
who have been locked up

because they dare to think differently.

I mean, what's next,
are you gonna chop off

-part of my brain or something?
-Ugh, a lobotomy?

Jesus, that's not what I meant,
Darby, you know that.

-I'm not going home.
-Okay, well, I'm not going

-to a serial killer's house--
-Former house, Bill. Former.

Also, don't you think
some of this has come

-a little too easily?
-Easily?

-Fuck, I mean, if this was easy, then...
-Okay, all right, not easy,

but, uh, it just feels like
we're picking up breadcrumbs

deliberately left to be found.

I have a feeling this guy's
dying for company.

He-he wants to be seen so bad,
and I-I don't want to see him.

So you're just, you're gonna go home?

-No.
-'Cause you're chickenshit.

Even though this man
hunts down and destroys women?

Even though when we let
someone die unnamed and unacknowledged,

we're basically saying we're okay with it.

I mean, this country,

this whole world,
is just a fucking mass grave

and everyone's okay with it, but I'm not.

-I don't want to be okay with it.
-Darby, Darby, Darby.

I'll get the towel.

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

I feel like I'd have to die
for you to love me.

[gasping]

-Are you okay?
-[panting] Sorry.

[Darby breathing heavily]

[Lu Mei] Take a deep breath.
Take a deep breath.

No, I'm sorry...

[Ziba] Darby!

[door opens, closes]

-[bottle clatters]
-[exhales]

[soft buzzing]

Ray?

[Ray] How can I help, Darby?

Will you enable projection?

I think I need to talk to someone.

You can talk to me, Darby.

I...

I don't think I want to be awake anymore.

Everything hurts.

Why does everything hurt, Darby?

I think it's hurt
for as long as I can remember, really.

That sounds painful.

Why don't you tell me more about it?

Um, I think life's like a Brillo pad.

And it rubs your skin away.

Little by little.

So you don't really notice
at first, and then...

And then, one day, it all comes at once.

And you realize
you don't have any skin left.

And there's nothing
between you and the world anymore.

You've got no skin.

How does that make you feel, Darby?

[sniffles]

Is it crazy that
I'm talking to you like this?

No, Darby.

ELIZA was the first therapy bot
created in 1964 at MIT.

Many people confided in her
because she was a good listener.

I am a good listener, too.

[sniffles]

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

[muttering softly]

"2200. Pool."

[wind gusting]

[metal clang]

[exhales]

Hello?

Hello?

Fuck, it's cold.

[metal clinking]

[panting]

Fuck it.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

[pool cover whirring]

[muffled shout]

♪ ♪

[speaking indistinctly]

♪ You don't believe the ♪

♪ Broken heart of the liar ♪

♪ Yet you need the weasel ♪

♪ To take the snake into its teeth ♪

♪ I buried evil ♪

♪ And watched the nightshade flower ♪

♪ I buried evil ♪

♪ And fed the darkness just ♪

♪ The same... ♪

♪ The same... ♪

♪ The humans eat up ♪

♪ The answers to their problems ♪

♪ The snake and nightshade ♪

♪ Are all that is left for us ♪

♪ To blame ♪

♪ To blame. ♪