All language subtitles for Promising.Young.Woman.2020.BDREMUX.2160p.HDR.seleZen.engTomver - A n A m e r i c a n C r i m e

Fuck her.

- Fuck her.
- Yeah. Fuck her.

This is how business is done, man.

I mean, it's just a round of fucking golf.

You'd think we were taking clients out
to a strip club.

Which we can't even do anymore.

Exactly. We can't even do that anymore
since the Christmas party last year.

I think it's because the golf club
doesn't let women play there.

So?

So it means we're having
client meetings without her.

Look, she should just focus
on closing her own shit

instead of whining about how
we're doing better than her.

Jesus. Hey, would you look at that?

- Good God Almighty.
- Yikes.

Why don't you get
some dignity, sweetheart?

You know, they put themselves
in danger, girls like that.

If she's not careful,
someone's gonna take advantage,

especially the kind of guys in this club.

She's kind of hot.

A hot fucking mess.

Hey. Let's talk to Brian.

I think he might be amenable to the idea
if we all present a very nice...

I mean, that is just asking for it.

Ugh, look at that.

You know, you'd think
you'd learn by that age, right?

Where even are her friends?

Just kind of ran off somewhere?

Leaving her laying around
for anyone to pick up.

Sounds like a challenge, Paul.

Yeah? Maybe.

- I'll go over.
- Ooh!

Jerry!

- My God, I didn't know you had it in you.
- To see if she's okay.

- Yeah. Of course.
- Yeah, sure.

- Go for it, big fella.
- Yeah.

We're pulling for you.

- Oh, my God...
- Hey.

You okay?

- What are you looking for?
- Phone.

- Uh-huh.
- It's not here.

It's got to be here. I just had it.

Uh, you think maybe you left it
in the bathroom or something?

No.

You gonna be okay?

Oh, yeah.

How are you gonna get home?

Ride... ride app.

Yeah. Yeah.

I think you might need a phone for that.

- Oh, no.
- Yeah.

I know.

Oh, no.

Okay, look, I'm headed out anyway,

so I can drop you off.

- No.
- It's totally fine. It's not a problem.

- Really.
- No.

What are you gonna do?
It's fine. Come on. It's not a problem.

Let's go.

There you go.

You got it?

All right, just hold on to the railing.

- Yeah? You okay?
- Oh, my God.

- Come on. I just had my car cleaned.
- She's fine.

No, I'm not.

But I'm not gonna throw up.

- I don't think.
- No?

There you have it, sir. See?
She's not... She's not gonna throw up.

Whoo-hoo!

Uh...

My apartment is a few blocks from here.

Would you want to have a drink
before hitting the hay?

Mmm...

It's literally right here.
You want to have, like, one beer?

Yeah. Could you take us
to 242 Raleigh Drive instead, please?

It's a couple blocks.

Just put the address in the app.

Put the address in the app.

Kumquat liqueur.

Here we go, milady.

Hey, sorry about my friends at the bar.

They're... They're assholes.

It's all right.

There you go.

You got it.

Do you live alone here?

No, but my roommate's
out of town, so don't worry.

- Right.
- Yeah.

Ugh, that's disgusting.

You're so beautiful.

- You know what? Do you mind if I just...
- Mm.

You've got a little smudge.

There, right there.

Wow.

I need to lie down.

Oh, yeah, of course.

Right this way.

- Don't go to sleep.
- What?

Gosh, you're so pretty.

- Wait.
- Shh, shh, shh.

- What are you...
- It's okay. You're safe.

- What are you...
- Hey, it's okay.

- You're safe. Shh...
- What are you doing?

Mm. My God, your body.

What are you doing?

Hmm?

What are you doing?

Wait.

What are you...

Hey.

Hey. I said, what are you doing?

Walk of shame!

Good time last night, sweetheart?

There it goes, straight up! There you go!

- Better get yourself some Plan B!
- Uh-oh!

- How much, baby? How much?
- Fuck that!

- What's wrong, baby?
- What's up?

Can't take a joke? Jesus, lady, what's up?

Come on, why don't you give us
a little smile, huh?

- Stop staring.
- What the fuck you staring at?

Stop it. You can't take a joke?

Okay. Fuck you, then.

Didn't hear you come in last night.

Everything all right?

- I had to work late.
- Hmm.

I thought the coffee house closed at 9:00.

We had to do inventory.

You have to do a lot
of inventory at that place.

You should speak to the manager.

I will.

You know, I was talking to Graham earlier,
and he says there's a position

opening up at head office.

And don't freak out,

but I want you to know
I recommended you for it.

- Hi. Can...
- Why would you do that?

'Cause you're stinking up the joint
with your sad little face.

- But I like it here.
- No, you don't.

No, I don't, but I like you.

- And I like...
- Hello?

...working in a customer-facing role.

- Great. Can I get some...
- No.

- Cassie.
- Don't "Cassie" me.

I'm fine. Gail, really.

Johnny said he saw you
at The Fallout last week,

said you were completely hammered
and on your own.

He was a little worried.
I know it's none of my business...

He must have seen someone else.
I've never been there.

Okay.

- I like your pigtails.
- Thank you.

- Hey, you want another drink?
- Um, I don't think...

Hey, let me get you one.
Vodka cranberry for the lady, please.

Hey. How old are you?

- Um...
- Old enough, right?

Can I get a coffee, please?

Mm-hmm.

You want milk?

What?

Cassandra?

- Yeah.
- Ryan.

Cooper. We were in class together
at Forrest med school.

- Second-year neurology, Dr. Hadid's class.
- Oh. Yeah.

Ryan. Hi.

God. Why are you working here?

Or...

I didn't mean...
That was rude. I didn't...

You didn't mean, what am I doing working
in a shitty coffee shop?

Yeah. No. I just meant, you know, given...

- There's no getting out of this, is there?
- Uh-uh.

I'm gonna leave.
Can I leave and then come back?

And I can do it... I can do it again

- and be better next time.
- You want milk?

Pardon?

- In your coffee.
- No.

But you can spit in it if you want.

I deserve that.

Thank you.

Do you want to go out with me?

What?

On a... date.

Seriously? I just spat in your coffee.

And then I like to finish always
with a little dab of gloss

just to give it a kind of wet texture.

Just dab in the middle...

and on the top.

And there you go.

Perfect blow job lips.

So, don't forget to like and subscribe.

Thank you, guys, for following.

I love you. Bye.

Seriously, you got to read it.

Consider the Lobster is
one of the fucking greats, man.

Cracked my head open like a...

like a lobster claw.

You know, I'm actually writing a novel.

Well, kind of, 'cause I'm such
a fucking perfectionist, you know?

It's just taking me forever.

I just keep going over it
and over it and over it in my head,

just picking at it like a scab.

It's about, uh, I guess what it's like
to be a guy right now, you know?

Like, what it's like to be
a guy in the world.

Just this gritty,
low-life, fucked-up love story.

And it all takes place in New York
over the course of one night.

You know what?

I'm gonna stop talking about it.

I don't want to jinx it.

You do coke, right?

- Mm, not really.
- Oh, come on.

- I got work in the morning.
- Whatever. So do I.

Here.

Get right. No.

Just put your nose up to this.

No, here. Maybe just...

Okay, that didn't work.

Hey. Yum, yum, yum, yum, yum.

There you go.

Oh, my God, you are so, so pretty.

But why are you wearing all that makeup?
Do you mind me asking?

I never understood why women
wear so much makeup.

It's like, you guys are so much
more beautiful without it.

It's like, guys don't even like
that kind of stuff, you know?

It's just this soul-sucking system

meant to oppress women,
and it's fucked up.

I want to see you.

The real you.

With all your freckles
and your imperfections.

I don't feel good.

Could you get me a glass of water?

Yeah. Sure.

Are you fucking kidding me?

Hey.

Hey, you.

Hey!

Hey, there you are. You fell asleep.

Good girl.

- Feel better?
- No.

You know, I, um...

I nearly didn't come out tonight.

And I am so glad that I did.
I feel such a connection to you.

Could you call me a cab?

You just got here.

- No, I need to go home.
- No. Don't go.

Stay.

My God, you are so...

I need to go.

No, you don't want to go home.

I need to go home.

- Hey, Neil.
- Yeah?

I said I need to go home.

Holy shit. Whoa, whoa, whoa. What is this?

- Are you some kind of psycho or something?
- Why do you say that?

- I just thought that you were...
- Drunk?

- Yeah.
- Really drunk?

Fuck. Yeah.

Well, I'm not.

But that's good, isn't it?

- I think you should leave.
- Oh.

- Now you want me to leave?
- No.

I just... I'm really high.

Like, I'm really fucking high right now.
I don't know what I'm doing.

I think you should go.

But a second ago,
you were determined for me to stay.

You were pretty insistent, actually.

I'm a nice guy.

- Are you?
- I thought we had a connection, I guess.

A connection? Okay.

What do I do for a living?

Sorry. Maybe that one's too hard.

How old am I?

How long have I lived in the city?

What are my hobbies?

What's my name?

All right. All right, fuck,
I get your fucking point.

What do you want from me?
To say that I'm an asshole?

Fine, I'm a fucking asshole.

Whoa!

Why are you so freaked out, Neil?

You really need to calm down.

At least you didn't try to have sex
with me while I was passed out.

You do get points for that.

A few guys, eh, they don't mind so much.

But you woke me up
before putting your fingers inside me.

- That was sweet.
- What are you trying to say?

That I'm, like, a predator or something?

I don't know. Are you?

I am a nice guy.

You keep saying that.

You're not as rare as you think.
You know how I know?

No.

Because every week, I go to a club,

and every week,
I act like I'm too drunk to stand.

And every...

...fucking week, a nice guy like you

comes over to see if I'm okay.

You want to fuck me still?

No, thank you, ma'am.

Hmm. No one ever does.

Careful next time you go out, Neil.

Your novel sounds terrible,
by the way.

Night, Nina.

What's this?

Mom, what's this?

What do you mean?

This gift.

It's your birthday, Cassie.

Oh.

Yeah.

What kind of...

kind of person
forgets their 30th birthday?

Sweetheart, come on. Don't...

Don't, Stanley.
You know, please, don't.

It was just a mistake, Mom.

You know I'm terrible with dates.
It's not a big deal.

Not a big deal?

Not a big deal?

You... You just forgot your birthday.

You don't want to have a party?
You don't want to see your friends?

- You know I don't have any friends, Mom.
- Don't joke about it. Don't.

Do you know how strange this is?

You, you're still living here at home.

Working in that stupid coffee shop

since you and Nina
dropped out of med school.

You're out all night long
doing God only knows what.

- Okay.
- And you...

You don't have any boyfriend.
You don't have any friends.

Mom, you should have saved
all that for my birthday card.

Why don't we just let the kid
celebrate however she wants? Okay?

All my friends, they ask about you.
I don't know what to tell them.

I don't know
what happened here. I don't...

Why don't you just open
your present there, Cass?

Okay? Go ahead.

Yeah.

Oh, I hope you like it.

Thank you.

Whoa.

- Yeah.
- That's direct.

A real kick in the cunt.

- Is it a nice suitcase, at least?
- Oh, yeah.

It's definitely the fanciest

"get the fuck out of our house"
metaphor I've received so far.

So, why don't you?

- What?
- Get the fuck out of their house.

Just, I don't know, go on Zillow
or Single White Female some girl.

Get a basement room
at some weird guy's house, anything.

I can't afford it, Gail.

Not on what you pay me.

Not even a weird guy's basement.

So take this other job, then.
Take any job.

- Are you firing me?
- Maybe I should.

Look, you're making the assumption
that I want any of it.

If I wanted a boyfriend
and a yoga class and a house and kids

and a job my mom could brag about,
I'd have done it.

It would take me ten minutes.
I don't want it.

I don't want it.

But you must want something.

Hey.

- Oh, you. Hi.
- One coffee, hold the spit.

She spat in my coffee last time.

I'm back because, um...

I think you gave me
a fake number the other day.

- Mm, that doesn't sound like me.
- I know.

So I spent a few hours composing
a, like, very witty, very romantic text,

and then I sent that text
to an oil rig worker called Red.

- Was he into it?
- Surprisingly into it.

It was, like, immediately inappropriate.

But it's not gonna work out
'cause of the oil rig,

so I thought I'd try you again.

I just heard a phone ring in the back.

- No, you didn't.
- I most definitely heard

a phone ring in the back.

She has to take
a few imaginary calls a day.

Um, look, if you're not into this,
I totally get it.

I'm not really looking to date
anyone at the moment.

Right. Yeah. Me, neither.

Would you... be interested in a friendship

and I'm secretly pining for you
the whole time?

Dating is horrible. Everyone is horrible.

Okay, I went on a date last month
with a woman

who wanted to euthanize the homeless.

You went on a date with my mom?

Look,

I always liked you at med school.

Okay?

I genuinely like you,

and I can't stop thinking about
you spitting in my coffee.

So go to lunch with me this weekend.

Please. If you don't like it,
we can have a safe word

and you can leave, no questions asked.

Not that you mind the killings.
Your book is full of killings.

But there are things you do hate, Lord.

Perfume-smelling things.

Lacy things.

Things with curly hair.

Hey. You're all dressed up.

- Where are you going?
- I'm going out for lunch.

With who?

A friend.

Cassie.

You look very pretty, honey.

Thank you, Dad.

Where... Where did she
get a skeleton's hand from?

She got it. It was her...
It was her grandfather's.

No. It was...
She got it from the staff room,

but the worst part is

she looked me in the eye,

pulled it out and then waved it at me.

And I am done.

And I'm wondering why I told that story.

Hey. There is nothing more romantic
than a disturbed woman

pulling a skeleton's hand
out of her vagina.

That's true. That's very true.

No one ever pulls anything
out of anywhere where I work.

Right, so you didn't want to...

- What?
- Carry on with med school or...

- No.
- Really? Why not?

I wanted to do something else.

- Why?
- I don't know.

You were so good, though.
You knew everything. You...

- I didn't know everything.
- You did. You were incredible.

I was... I was awful. I...

Remember I removed
the wrong kidney from my cadaver?

And look at you now...
operating on children.

Yes. I got better. Thank God.

But you were way ahead of everybody.

You... You would have been a great doctor.

Just didn't want it enough, I guess.

Um...

You want to get coffee or something?
We... We have some time before the movie.

I can tell you about the guy
who got his dick

trapped in a tambourine.

Oh, my God.

Do you think people think
you're my daughter from behind?

'Cause of the height.

- The height, I'm saying.
- No.

It's like a fear I have in public,

if I'm with a woman.

My fear is that, like, if I kiss her,

people will be like,
"Stop kissing that child."

- I shouldn't yell this part, but...
- No.

I mean, try not being so tall, maybe.

- Don't be tall.
- Maybe, yeah.

- Yeah.
- It's kind of flashy.

Whoa. This is...
This is a weird coincidence.

What?

I think... No.

Yeah, this is my apartment.

What a weird, weird coincidence.

Yeah. Do you want to...

I mean, we're here.
Do you want to go up, have a drink or...

Sure. Why not?

Too soon. Sorry. I wasn't...

No, let's go upstairs.

I don't want to go up
if you don't want to.

I misread things. I'll drive you home.

You know what? You're at your place.
I can call a cab.

- Are you sure?
- I'm sure.

- Okay, I feel like I fucked this up.
- No, it's not you.

Pediatric assistant to admitting.

Need a pediatric assistant
to admitting, please.

- I'll let you know.
- Okay. Thank you.

Cassie, what...

What are you... What are you doing here?

Um...

I just came to pick up
my herpes medication.

You have herpes, too.

That saves us an awkward conversation.

Dr. Dinkins, please dial 3751.

Dr. Dinkins, 3751.

So, I...

So, I'd like to see you again.

Oh...

- If that's cool.
- Yeah.

But we'd need to take it slow.
I understand...

Of course. Totally. I...

I can take it slow.

I can barely move, if you'd like.

Thank you.

Yeah. Sorry. I could write a poem.

This is awesome.

Ah, what are you doing?
Want to get dinner or something?

- Aren't you working?
- Well, no. Um...

He has leukemia, and there's
really nothing I can do for him.

- Oh, my God.
- It's over.

- I'm kidding. My shift's over.
- Oh, my God.

- I'll grab my stuff, okay? Okay.
- Okay.

Don't leave.

- Oh, my God.
- What?

Are you seeing that guy?

No.

Aw...

Good for you.

So, Ryan, pediatric surgeon, huh?

Yes. Yes.

You ever killed any children?

- Uh, what?
- While operating on them.

Have you ever killed any children?

- Ah, no. No.
- Really?

Gail.

Well, kids have passed
while I've been operating.

So that's a yes. Yes...

Gail, stop asking him
if he's killed children.

I will stop asking him
when he stops killing children.

That... That seems fair.

That seems fair.

I'll leave you two lovebirds to it.

- Can you lock up for me, honey?
- Of course.

Now, if you two decide
to have sex on the counter,

the bleach is in the back room.

And I don't want to walk
in here tomorrow morning

and see ass prints in the coffee grinds.

Got it? Got it, lover boy?

Yeah.

Have fun, you two. Oh, my God.

She seems nice.

She is. She's a good friend.

Are you... Are you friends
with anyone from Forrest still or...

- No.
- Really? No one? No one?

Really, no one.

Oh, my God, I can't...
I can't shake them off.

You still hang out with those guys?

They're not that bad.
They aren't, really. Um...

Oh, my God.
Madison McPhee just had twins.

She's completely obsessed.

I don't remember Madison.

You... I thought you were close.

You guys and that other girl.

No.

Huh. Um...

Oh, my God.
Al Monroe is marrying this bikini model.

He got this hideous tattoo
of her name to propose.

Amazingly, she said yes.

Classic Al, you know?
Landing on his feet.

Al Monroe?

You... Well, you must remember Al.

Yeah, I thought he moved to London.

Yeah, he was there for years,
but he just moved back to get married.

You see him a lot?

We're not close,
but he's in the group.

We actually see each other at work,
'cause he's an anesthesiologist.

Good for him.

And he's getting married?

I know. God help her.

- Welcome to the Hotel Saint Joan, miss.
- Thank you.

One ginger ale
and one bottle of champagne.

- Don't worry. I can do that.
- Oh, but it's...

Cassie.

Madison.

Oh, my God.

You look amazing.

I almost didn't recognize you.

You look exactly the same.

- You're sweet. I look so old.
- No.

That's what having twins will do to you.

It's tragic. Do you have kids?

No.

You'll get there.

Champagne? What are we drinking to?

To old friends.

Mm?

Mm.

Honestly,
I thought I'd be bored out of my skull

watching the kids,
but it's been great, actually.

Are we out already?
Can we get another bottle? Thanks.

I haven't been day drunk in forever.

- So fun.
- So fun.

TBH, I know all guys say
they want wives that work,

but it's not true.

- No?
- No.

I mean, they all want
a feminist in college,

because it's cool to have a girlfriend
who cares about something.

And, statistically,
feminists are more likely to do anal.

- That's a literal fact, by the way.
- Really?

You know, when it comes down to it,
all guys want the same thing.

And what's that?

A good girl.

I don't seem to remember you were
that much of a good girl in med school.

Well, Fred... Thanks.

Fred didn't know me at school.

He met me when I was working at L'Oréal.

Poor Fred.

What he doesn't know
won't kill him, right?

I'm glad everything has worked out
so well for you, Madison.

- Thanks. It really has.
- Yeah.

You know, I actually
wanted to meet you today

to talk about something in particular.

I did wonder.

No one's heard from you in, like, forever.

I wanted to talk to you
about why I dropped out.

- Okay, sure.
- You remember what happened, right?

Um, s-such a long time ago now.

I know, but you remember.

I mean, vaguely.

Do you ever think about it?

Why would I?

Right. Why would you?

So, if a friend came to you now,

into your house, and told you
that they thought something bad

had happened to them the night before...

- Cassie...
- Something bad.

- It was years ago.
- What would you say?

It...

- What would you say?
- Ugh, I'm so...

I feel a little weird.

Would you roll your eyes behind her back
and dismiss the whole thing as drama?

I don't know why you're mad at me.

Okay, I'm not the only one
who didn't believe it.

If you have a reputation
for sleeping around,

then maybe people aren't gonna believe you
when you say something's happened.

I mean...

it's crying wolf.

You thought it was crying wolf?

I don't make the rules.

Look, when you get that drunk,
things happen.

Don't get blackout drunk all the time

and then expect people to be on your side

when you have sex
with someone you don't want to. I mean...

That's a shame.

I was hoping
you'd feel differently by now.

- Sorry.
- For your sake,

I was hoping you'd feel different by now.

Look... Look, don't be mad.

Just, I'll get the check, all right?
It's my treat.

Hello?

Are you okay, Madison?

My head is spinning. I just feel...

Oh! Shit.

My God. Sorry.

It really is so great seeing you again.

You really haven't changed at all.

That's great.

So?

She's over there.

Room 25.

Your money's in the envelope.

You sure about this?

I'm sure.

Cassie, hi.

Um, wonderful to see you
for lunch yesterday.

Blast from the past.

Ah, hey, I was pretty drunk.

I can't really, um...

Look, did you see me talking
to a guy, like, our age?

He seemed to know you.

Just trying to piece some things together.

Cassie, sorry. Please call me back.

I'm freaking out a little.

I woke up in one of the hotel rooms.

I think something might have happened.
I-I don't know.

Your place, right?

- See you tomorrow, bitches.
- Bye, Amber.

- Excuse me.
- Bye.

Excuse me! Hi.

- Me?
- Yeah.

- Hi. Sorry.
- What's up?

I'm so sorry, but my phone has died,
and I'm so late for work.

Do you live around here?
Do you know the area?

I guess. Why?

Would you tell me how to get
to the Castle Diner?

You know what?
I'm actually, like, really late.

Please. I'm supposed to be
shooting this music video and...

- Music video?
- Yeah, I'm a makeup artist,

and it's my first time working
with these guys, and if I'm late,

- I may as well not...
- Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.
Are you working for Wet Dreams?

You didn't see that.

- I know where the Castle Diner is.
- Don't worry about it.

- I'll ask someone else.
- No way.

Oh, my God, you're working
with Wet Dreams!

Oh, my God! Are they there right now?

You need to calm down, please.

- I can direct you. Please.
- Sorry. No.

If I don't direct you,
how are you gonna find it?

I can't. If you tell anyone or you post
about this, I will never work again.

I swear I won't post anything. I promise.

Take my phone. Seriously, take it.

Ugh! God, okay. Get in. Fine.

But you have to be cool about this.

No. Of course I will.

- Whoa. You really are a fan.
- I'm obsessed.

I have a whole Insta
dedicated just to George's dog.

- What a crazy coincidence.
- I know.

You know what?

This... This is fate.

Sure seems like it, huh?

Yes?

Dean Walker is ready,
if you'd like to go on through.

Daisy.

- That's me.
- Dean Walker. Please sit.

My assistant says that you are interested
in resuming med school.

That's right.

May I ask what prompted your desire
to get back to your studies?

I guess...

I couldn't stop thinking
about my time here.

Yeah. It's an extraordinary place.

It's an unusual request.

Yes, but I left under
unusual circumstances.

Oh.

I left because of what happened to Nina.

Hmm.

Nina Fisher. You don't remember her?

Maybe you remember Alexander Monroe?

Oh, yes. Alexander Monroe.

He actually just came back
and gave a talk here.

Oh, he's a... he's a really nice guy.

- Really smart. Are you a friend of his?
- No.

So, you don't remember
the accusations made against Al Monroe?

- I don't.
- He took a girl, Nina Fisher,

the one you don't remember,
back to his room,

where he had sex with her repeatedly

and in front of his friends

while she was too drunk to have
any idea what was going on.

She was covered in bruises the next day.

Handprints, I guess you could say.

- Was it reported?
- Yes.

Do you know who Nina spoke to?

You.

But you can't remember, so...

You felt there wasn't sufficient evidence.

You said it was too much
of a "he said, she said" situation.

Well, you know, we get accusations
like this all the time.

One or two a week.

I'm sorry I don't remember
your friend Nina,

but I can assure you, at that time,
that I looked into it thoroughly.

His friends were all watching, laughing.

It's so hard.

But, you know, also, if she was drinking
and maybe couldn't remember everything...

So, she shouldn't have been drunk?

- I'm not saying that...
- I'm sorry, I don't...

I don't mean to sound critical,
Dean Walker. I just want to be clear.

None of us want to admit

when we've made ourselves vulnerable.

When we've made a bad choice.

And those choices, those mistakes,

can be so damaging
and really regrettable.

- Regrettable?
- Yes.

I mean, because what would you have me do?

Ruin a young man's life
every time we get an accusation like this?

So you're happy to take
the boy's word for it?

I have to give him
the benefit of the doubt.

- Of course you do.
- Because innocent until proven guilty.

No arguing with that.

No.

Thank you for your time.

- Is your friend okay?
- No.

She's not.

But Al Monroe is.

You'll be glad to hear
he's doing really well.

He's getting married, actually, so...

You know, I guess you did the right thing.

We have to give these boys
the benefit of the doubt.

That's why I know you won't mind that,

three hours ago, I picked
your daughter Amber up from school

and introduced her to the boys
who live in that room now.

- What?
- She is really pretty, huh?

She looks a lot older than she is.

- I don't believe you.
- I noticed they had

a few bottles of vodka in their room too.

But I'm sure they'll take
good care of your daughter.

She seemed excited, actually.

Oh, wait.

I have her phone.

She'll be wanting that later.

- You're crazy.
- No.

Tell me what room
my daughter is in right now.

I told you... the same room Nina was in.

I told you I don't remember that.

Well, that's a shame.

What are you doing?

She is a young girl.

I wonder if she looks so young
to those guys.

You better tell me what room she's in.

Tell me what fucking room
she's in!

Now, you sociopath!

Tell me where she is!

Right now!

Tell me what room she's in!

Please!

Please tell me.

You're right, okay?

Is that what you want to hear?

You're right.

You're right.

Look how easy it was.

I guess you just had to think
about it in the right way.

I guess it feels different
when it's someone you love.

Tell me where my daughter is, please.

Relax.

Dean Walker, do you really think
I would do something like that?

Luckily, I don't have as much
faith in boys as you do.

Amber is sitting in a diner,

waiting for her favorite boy band
to show up for a music video.

It's the Castle Diner,
if you want to call and check.

Or you should probably call, actually,

or she may never figure out
they're not coming.

She's kind of an idiot, huh?

Gorgeous, though. Who needs brains?

They never did a girl any good.

Great to see you again,
Dean Walker.

Hey! You're blocking the road!

Get out of the fucking road!

What the fuck is wrong with you?

Hey. Hey!

You're sitting in the middle
of the intersection.

How'd you get your license?

You blow the entire DMV?

Hello? I'm talking to you.

Look at me, you stupid cunt.

Huh?

You want to have a face... Okay, yeah.
Come on over. Let's do this.

Where are you going?

You're just gonna leave
your car in the intersection?

You coming over here?

Are you angry?

Holy shit!

Is that a fucking tire iron?

You psycho!

Just chill out, okay?

Why don't you calm down?

Oh! Okay.

Whoa! Stop! Stop, stop, stop!

Crazy fucking bitch.

Excuse me?

Fuck you.

Fuck.

- Ryan, what are you...
- She lives.

I'm just kidding.
You weren't answering your phone,

- so I was...
- Oh, shit. The movie.

I'm so sorry. I had to work late.

Yeah, I went by the coffee shop.

Gail said you took the day off.

- Um...
- Everything all right?

Yeah. No, I'm fine.
I'm just in the middle of something.

Totally. Got it. We can make
the movie still if we skip dinner.

Um, I'm a little tired.

- Yeah.
- Do you mind if I call you tomorrow?

- Sure. Great.
- Okay.

Are you okay, though? You seem kind of...

What?

Uh... off.

No, um, I'm fine. I'm just...

Too m... Too much... Too much coffee.

- Don't work in a coffee shop.
- Okay.

- All right, night.
- All right, good night.

Here we go.

- Yeah, but you watch your step here.
- Whoop.

Now, when we get to the house,
you got to be quiet,

'cause I don't know
if my parents are asleep or not.

- Okay.
- We got to be respectful.

This is fucking surge prices.

1.2? That's...

I mean, it's not that far.

- You can walk, right?
- I don't know.

Let's try. Let's go. Come on, now.

- There we go.
- Whoa!

You got it. That was fun. Yeah.

Cassie?

Ryan. What are you doing here?

I'm meeting friends

'cause my schedule cleared up last minute.

- Let me explain.
- It's fine. It's...

Uh, my bad, dude.
I didn't know the woman was taken.

- But she's all yours, man.
- All mine?

Ah.

Do you know her name or...

Claire?

- Wow.
- Pretty close.

Okay. Have a good night.

Don't go, Ryan. Wait, please.

Cassie, if you didn't...
if you weren't interested,

you could've just told me.

That's ice-cold.
That was humiliating.

Why don't you just fuck off now, okay?

Wait, are you sober?

Oh, shit. You're that psycho
that Jerry took home.

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

You know what?
Not interested, sweetheart.

Nah. Why don't you take your crazy
somewhere else? You're not even that hot.

You're hardly dropping
panties yourself, Paul.

When was the last time
you scored in daylight?

Careful.

No, you be careful.

I'm not the only one who does this.

And some of the other girls,
they really are crazy.

I... I don't believe you.

There's a woman in this city
that carries a pair of scissors.

You're... You're lying.

Try it out next time you go out.
See what happens.

Why?

Why do you guys have to ruin everything?

Can I help you?

I really hope so.

Oh, I'm sorry. I'm no longer
practicing the law,

if that's what you've come for.

It's not about that.

I'm afraid it's your day of reckoning.

I've been waiting.

Come in.

Your office told me you're on sabbatical.

It was very easy to get your address.
They just gave it to me.

I told them to give it
to anyone who asked.

That doesn't seem safe.

No use hiding from the piper.

He has to be paid.

I guess so.

You seem nervous, Mr. Green.

I came here to talk to you about something
that happened seven years ago.

You probably won't remember a client
named Alexander Monroe.

You helped so many boys like him.

And you most certainly
won't remember the girl

who you threatened and bullied
till she dropped her case.

I remember her.

Nina?

Was that it?

I'm sorry, I don't remember
her full name, but...

It was Nina, though, wasn't it?

Yes.

I remember her.

Have you come here to hurt me?

Do you want me to hurt you?

I think so.

I had a... what I think was an epiphany,

but my doctors called it
a psychotic episode.

And it was at work, so...

so now I'm on a sabbatical.

You know, I got a bonus
for every settlement out of court.

I got another bonus
for every charge dropped.

We all did. There was a guy...

His only job was to comb through
all their social media accounts

for any compromising information.

He contacted old friends,
past sexual partners.

Oh, you'd be amazed how much easier it is
now with the Internet to dig up dirt.

In the old days, we'd have to go
through a girl's trash.

Now, one drunk photo at a party.

Oh, you wouldn't believe
how hostile that makes a jury.

You got to help me.

I can't sleep.

I can't sleep.

I haven't slept in...

I'll never forgive myself.

I want you to know that.

I'll never forgive myself for any of this.

I forgive you.

I'm so sorry.

Go to sleep.

Do I go in now?

No.

Oh. I'm still getting paid,
though, right?

Yeah.

Cassie?

Do you remember
Nina's 16th birthday party?

Oh, my gosh. How could I forget?

I was such a mess.

Nina threw up on the swing.

Mm-hmm.
Certainly not her finest moment.

And that boy who stole your vase.

And she made him bring it
back to you and apologize.

He was so scared of her.
She was holding on to his ear.

"You better say you're sorry
to my mom, you asshole."

What was his name?

Simon or Steve or something.

Why are you here?

I just wanted to see you.

You need to stop this.

It isn't good for any of us.

It's no good for Nina.

It isn't good for you.

Look, I know you feel bad
that you weren't there,

but you got to let it go.

I'm just trying to fix it.

Oh, come on. You can't.

Don't be a child, Cassie.

- I'm so sorry I didn't go with her.
- No.

I'm sorry, too.

Cassie.

Move on.

Please.

For all of us.

Oh, great, it's you.

Can I come in?

Yep.

Do you want something?
Do you want a coffee?

Or another dude to go home with?

Yeah, actually.
Do you have any douchebags lying around?

Yeah. There's a racist
on the eighth floor.

- Yeah.
- Perfect.

What do you want, Cassie?

I came to apologize about...

Oh.

I've been trying to think
about how to explain.

It's not that I'm not interested.

- Mm.
- I really am.

I really, really am.

- Okay. Sorry if I'm confused.
- It... You...

Sorry, we... we've been on a couple dates.

Um, you won't kiss me
or touch me, which is fine.

And then I see you going home

with some random creep in a fedora.

I admit, the fedora was unforgivable.

The other night...

It's hard to explain it,
but it won't happen again.

I promise, it'll never happen again.

Can we try again?

Can I, I mean.

I don't...

I don't know.

Are you okay?

Um... It's fine. I'm...

I guess I'll see you around.

We're closed.

Good.

Do you want to go to dinner,
you miserable asshole?

Yeah.

Shit.

First trip to the pharmacy together.

- Yeah.
- Big step.

- I'm sorry.

- Are you singing Paris Hilton?
- What? Yeah.

- Okay. Yeah.

- Stop.

- Stop it.

- It's fine. I'm fine. It's fine.
- No.

- No. Stop it.

This is so much less sad
when there's someone else here.

That's the cute... yogurt-wise... move.
This way.

- Yeah.

I haven't done this
in a pharmacy in weeks.

- That's weird.
- Literally weeks.

Thank you. Sorry.

They're okay.

- Cheese?
- Would love it.

Yeah. Thank you.

- Bread?
- Ah, yep.

Okay.

- Hmm, oh. Thank you.
- What a home. It's unbelievable.

- So beautiful.
- Yeah, it's nice.

Susan works really hard.

- Yeah, it shows.
- Yeah.

Eat. Eat, before it gets cold.

This looks delicious.

- Thank you.
- I made the sauce.

The sauce is...

Mm! The sauce is really good.

Incredible.

Ryan, I hear you're a doctor.

Your parents must be very, very proud.

Not really.
They wanted me to be a deejay.

He's funny.

- Yeah.
- That's funny.

You didn't say he was funny, Cassie.

- Dad.
- You didn't say I was...

- You didn't say I was funny?
- No.

I said you were boring but rich.

I am boring. Not that rich.

No? Well, in that case,
thanks for stopping by, kid.

What kind of doctoring do you do?

Ah, pediatric, so... children.

What was your...

What was that doctor's name?
Cassie's doctor.

- Gary?
- Um...

No. Dr. Katzen-something.

Yeah. Dad, he was like 80.

Yeah, well. You don't know Dr. Katzen...

- No.
- Now, I'm confused.

Are there different parts
of the body on a child?

No, it's pretty much the same thing.

You're just... You know,
different-colored Band-Aids and things.

It's not brain surgery.

- Well...
- I get it. Yeah.

Oh.

This sauce is absolutely unbelievable.

- Night, you two.
- Night.

Thanks for introducing us to Ryan.

I know it was hard.

And your mom, she's...

Well, I mean, we're both so glad that...

Oh, my God, Dad. He's not that nice.

Yeah.

Yeah, I must be tired.

Okay.

Honey, Nina was like a daughter to us.

You know that.

We really miss her.

But, God, we have missed you.

See you tomorrow.

Your mom...
Oh, your mom is hot.

Sorry. Your mom is extremely hot.

Do you want her number?

- I could hook you up.
- Really?

- Ooh.
- I think she likes you more than I do.

Well, I hope that's not true.

Can I...

- Can I tell you something?
- Sure.

I think you're amazing. I...

- Oh, no, Ryan.
- Just shut up, you stupid bitch.

- Please don't.
- Shh, I...

Just take this, please.

I think you're incredible. I...

I'm...

I'm... I think
I'm falling in love with you.

I think I'm falling in love with you, too.

- Yes. Oh, my God.
- Don't make...

- Oh, my...
- Don't make a thing of it.

- I'm gonna buy you a bicycle.
- No.

- I want to buy you a bicycle.
- Ryan, be cool.

I'm cool.

I'm so cool.

Oh, I'm the coolest.

Cassie.

Shit.

Madison, what are you doing here?

Sorry. I, um... I tried calling.

I left messages about that guy.
Your friend.

Um, I don't know if your phone number
wasn't working. Maybe I had an old one.

I just, I mean, I know it seems
kind of crazy, me waiting on your porch

like some kind of stalker or something.

Madison, I'm sorry.
I should've called you back.

Nothing happened with that guy.
Please believe me.

Are you sure? But it seemed like...

I know what it seemed like, but it wasn't.

He didn't touch you.

Oh, thank God.

Oh...

Oh, I was so worried that, um...
that I... that he and I...

He just put you in bed.

Kept an eye on you
to make sure you were okay.

I'm really sorry I didn't call you back.
It wasn't nice.

Yeah, well...
God. Look, there...

- I need to show you something.
- Okay.

Can we go inside?

Yeah.

Do you want a glass of water
or something?

No, thank you.

After we had lunch and...

I got so drunk and woke up
in a hotel room with that guy...

um, I thought about it,

about what you said about Nina,

and how we all just acted like...

And I remembered something.

What?

What?

There was a tape.

What?

A stupid video. It just got sent around.

I got sent it. Everyone did.
At the time, it was...

It was just gossip,
you know?

Gossip?

So much stuff happened
back then, like, all the time.

You know what it was like.
It was just one blackout after the next.

I... I hoped I'd imagined it.

But...

I saved all my phones
for photos or whatever.

So...

Here.

I don't know how we all could
have watched it and...

What?

Thought it was funny.

You can have the phone, okay?

You don't have to watch it.
I really wouldn't watch it.

But I don't know,
do whatever you want with it.

Just leave me out of it.

And...

please, will you do me a favor?

Yeah.

Never fucking contact me again.

- Al, get it!
- Come on, stop.

Go on. Come on, come on.

Shh, shh, shh.
Calm down, calm down.

Oh, my God.

Whoa, this is insane.

Ryan, holy shit. Come look at this.
Man, you got to check this out.

Yo, don't film me.
Dude, put the camera away.

What are you fucking doing?
Oh, my God.

- Ryan, come on.
- This is fucked up.

Jesus Christ.

Al, Al.

Cassie, wh... what are you doing here?
Are you okay?

Can we go somewhere to talk privately?

I'm working.

We need to talk right now.

Okay. What's... What's going on?

- Everything all right?
- I've been such an asshole.

What happened?

I really thought for a second
it was all gonna be okay.

Cassie.

Look at this.

What are you showing me?
What is this?

- Is that Al Monroe?
- Mmm.

- Oh, my God, it...
- Shh, shh, shh...

Wait, is that... I don't...
I don't want to look at that, Cassie.

Well, why not?
You were happy to watch back then.

What are you talking about? I wasn't...

Oh, my God.
Whoa, this is insane.

Ryan, holy shit. Come look at this.
Man, you got to check this out.

Oh, shit.

I don't... I don't remember. I don't.

Didn't make an impact, huh?

I was a kid. I...

I need you to do something for me,

and I want you to think
about it very carefully.

I have this video

ready to send to everyone
in your address book.

Your parents. Your colleagues.

- All your old buddies and their wives.
- Cassie, come on.

So, I can send it out right now,

or you can tell me where
Al Monroe's bachelor party is.

What? Why?

- You don't need to know why.
- But what are you gonna do?

- Well, that depends.
- On what?

You think they'll fire you here?

- Oh, geez.
- Dr. Ryan Cooper?

- Oh, fuck.
- I mean, you work with kids, right?

They have to be careful.
Things have changed so much

- since we were at school, haven't they?
- Think about this, please? Please.

I cannot begin to tell you
how much I've thought about it.

- Okay.
- Okay.

All right. There. Okay?

They're gonna be there
this weekend... all of them.

You don't...
You don't think I'm a bad person.

Cassie, I...

I love you.

I love you, Cassie.

You got to forgive me.
You got to forgive me.

Tell me you'll forgive me.

No.

So, you're perfect, right?

You've never done anything
you're ashamed of? You're...

I can't...

Are you gonna tell everybody?

I don't know.

I don't know if I can live with
the threat of this hanging over me.

I didn't even do anything.

Okay.

Poor Ryan, just an innocent bystander.

Yeah.

Don't tell any of them that I'm coming,

'cause I'll send the video around
just the same if you do.

And then we both won't be doctors,
you fucking failure.

Nice.

Bye, Ryan.

- Oh, shit.
- Holy shit. What?

Well, the doctor's here.

Stripper time, baby! Let's go!

- Let's go!
- Nurse, I'm feeling sick!

Please take my temperature.

I told you guys no strippers.

Anastasia's gonna lose her shit.

All right, who ordered her?

- Joe?
- Don't look at me.

No one's owning up?
All right, well, when Anastasia finds out,

- it's your fucking funeral, you hear me?
- Get out of here.

- I take it you're the groom?
- Yeah.

Then sit the fuck down.

Oh, shit!

Now... I'm gonna need you all
to kneel down in front of me

like the naughty boys you are.

Come on, come on.

Everybody here?

I don't want anyone to miss out.

Oh, yeah. All the patients
are accounted for, Nurse.

Time to go upstairs.

No, it's okay. I don't want to.

Look, I don't have to do anything
if you don't want me to,

but I only get paid
if I go upstairs with you.

Okay.

Okay, you guys.

I better see her crawling
out of here in the morning!

She better not be able to walk!

Better leave some for us, man!

Uh, so what do I...

Get on the bed.

Okay.

I'm a little scared of you.

You don't need to be scared.
Get on the bed.

All right.

Oh. No, no, no. Sorry.

I'm not sure about that.

It's for my safety.
When I give private dances,

guys can get a little handsy, so...

Oh, right. Yeah, of course.

You know, you don't need to...

I'm a gentleman.

- Are you?
- Yeah.

You might be surprised
to hear that "gentlemen"

are sometimes the worst.

Ow. Oh, sorry, can you, uh...
can you loosen these a little?

You'll get used to it.

Look, I don't want to sound like a pussy,

but you're not... you're not
gonna do anything, are you?

It's just... I love my fiancée,
and we're getting married.

- Aw.
- So I don't want any...

Hey, do I look like someone
who would make you

do something you don't want to do?

- No.
- Exactly.

Oy.

- So, what's your name?
- Candy.

- I mean your real name.
- Nina.

Nina Fisher.

What did you say?

I said my name is Nina Fisher.

Can you let me go, please?

- I'm sorry, I can't.
- Did one of the guys put you up to this?

Was it Joe?

Jesus Christ, that was dark,
even for him.

I don't follow.

- You're not Nina Fisher.
- Why not?

Because she's dead, okay?

Must be another Nina Fisher.
A coincidence.

Yeah, I don't think so. Can you let me
out of these, please? This isn't funny.

Why would I give you a dead girl's name?

Hey, this is fucked up, okay? Stop.

But I'm not doing anything.

Guys! Hey, Joe?

Brandon, Chip. Hey, guys.
Can you get up here, please?

I don't think they can hear you.

And even if they could,
they're all passed out by now.

'Cause if there is one thing
I learned at Forrest,

it's how easy it is
to slip something into a drink.

You'd think they'd remember that,
especially Joe.

- Do I know you?
- I'm not sure you would remember me, Al.

You were so popular.

You're Nina's friend.

Fuck!

You're Nina's friend.

So you did notice me after all.

I'm surprised.
I wasn't super fuckable back then,

so I thought I kind of
slipped your attention.

What do you want?
Money? You blackmailing me?

I want you to tell me what you did.

Are you... Are you talking about...

What do you think I'm talking about?

I didn't do anything!
We were kids.

If I hear that one more time.

Look, maybe she regretted it after, okay?

- Oh, yeah, she regretted it.
- I didn't do anything!

- Wrong!
- What the fuck! Look, I...

I don't know what
you want me to say, okay?

But w-w-we... we did not...

What?

You know.

No. She could barely hold her head up.

- She had no idea what was going on.
- It was a fucking party.

I mean, yeah, look, we were all drunk,
of course, but she was into it.

Didn't look like she was into it
on the video.

What video?

Oh, you don't remember?
Your friend Joe taped it.

Let me tell you,
that party does not look so good

in the cold light of day.

Look, I-I'll give you anything, okay?

I mean, I-I'll do anything. Anything.

Oh, don't cry.

Really, don't fucking cry.
Tell me what you did.

- I didn't do anything wrong, though!
- She dropped out.

Top of her class, and she dropped out.

I did, too, to take care of her.

The two of us gone.

You graduated magna cum laude, though.

Did you ever feel guilty, or did you just
feel relieved that she'd gone?

You know, I was affected by it too, okay?

I mean, it's every guy's worst nightmare,
getting accused like that.

Can you guess what every woman's
worst nightmare is?

The thing is you thought you'd gotten away
with it because everyone had forgotten.

- Fuck.
- But I haven't.

You're out of your fucking mind!

I was so sad to leave, you know?

I wanted to be a doctor my whole life.

But lately, I've been feeling like...

I might want to get back into it.

Stop.

- You know...
- Please. Please stop. Hey.

Nina was extraordinary. So smart.

- Help!
- Weirdly smart.

Help! Help me!

- Fuck! Help me!
- Shh, shh, shh, shh.

I want you to know
what she was like, okay?

Come on.

She's just so difficult to explain,
'cause she was just so completely herself.

Even when she was four years old.

She was fully formed from day one.

Same face. Same walk.

And funny.

Like a grown-up is funny. Kind of shrewd.

I was just in awe of her.

I couldn't believe
she wanted to be my friend.

She didn't give a fuck
what anyone else thought,

apart from me, 'cause she was just...

Nina.

And then she wasn't.

Suddenly, she was something else.

She was yours.

It wasn't her name she heard
when she was walking around.

It was yours.

Your name all around her.

All over her all the time.

And it just...

squeezed her out.

So, when I heard your name again...

your filthy fucking name...

I wondered, when was
the last time anyone had said hers?

Or thought it, even? Apart from me.

And it made me so sad because, Al...

you should be the one
with her name all over you.

No. No.

Don't worry. I've sterilized everything.

- No.
- I really would have been a great doctor.

- You're insane.
- You know what?

I honestly don't think I am.
I'll do this as quick as I can.

Okay?

Stop. Stop!

- Get off me!
- No!

Just stop fucking moving!

- Just stop, please! Fucking...
- No!

You...

No!

Fuck!

Stop. Stop.

Shit. Shit.

This is your fucking fault!

Fuck it.

Stop. Stop. Stop!

Fucking stop fucking moving!

Stop fucking moving!

Stop.

What a night.

Ooh. The fucking nurse?

Are you kidding me?

Nice.

Joe.

Al, Al, please don't freak out, all right?

Anastasia's never gonna find out.

What happens on tour stays on tour.

She's dead, Joe.

Come on.

I'm not kidding.

All right, I got... You're being ironic.

What?

You killed the stripper
at your bachelor party?

What is this, the '90s?

Al, classic.

Come on. Want me to get her out of here
so you can get some sleep? All right.

All right, honey, time for you to go.

Come on.

What is she doing?
Hey, honey, come on.

We got to go.

Honey, what are we doing...

Jesus fucking Christ.

Fuck. Is she dead?

Al, why is the fucking stripper dead?

I told you.

- Well, how did this happen?
- I don't know.

Okay. Hey.

Al, this is not your fault.

I don't know. It kind of seems like it is.

No, no, no, no.

It's not. It's not.

Am... Am I...

- Am I gonna go to jail?
- What?

- What about the wedding and my job?
- No.

Anastasia's gonna be so upset with me.

Well, no.
No, Al, it was an accident, right?

- I mean...
- Hey! It was an accident.

I mean, of course it was
a fucking accident.

Yeah, of course it was a fucking accident.

No one's gonna go to jail,
because no one's ever gonna find out.

If anybody asks,
we all saw her leave last night.

She stripped, and then she left.

- She left?
- She left.

Okay. All right.

It's gonna be fine, all right?

We're gonna take care of this.

We just got to get rid of the body
before the others leave.

Hey, hey. It's okay. Look at me.

This is not your fault, Al.

- Thank you.
- You did nothing wrong.

All right. All right.
You did nothing wrong.

- This is not your fault.
- Can you uncuff me?

Okay, come here. Come here.

Can't you just do that thing where
you track her cell phone or something?

I'm sorry, ma'am.
It was turned off before she left.

Seems like she really didn't want anyone
to know where she was.

But it's just not like her
to disappear like this.

Well, that's not entirely true, honey.

Stanley.

Ah... You know, she's...

she was getting better.

She was, really.

- She was getting better.
- Yes, she was.

She was. Of course she was.

She'll come back.

You know how she is.
She always comes back.

Was she seeing anyone?

Did she have a boyfriend?

Yes.

Are you Dr. Cooper?

- Yeah.
- Detective Waller.

Yeah. Uh, come in, please.

- Have a seat.
- Pediatric surgeon, huh?

- Yeah.
- That's very commendable.

Thank you for all that you do
for the community.

Sure. Yeah.

I'm sorry to bother you at work, Doctor.

Do you know a Cassandra Thomas?

Yeah. Yes.

Yes.

- How do you know her?
- We were...

- We were seeing each other.
- Were seeing each other?

We broke up a few days ago.

Define "a few days."

Last Thursday.

Have you had any contact since?

No. I'm sorry, what is this regarding?

Cassandra's parents have filed
a missing persons report.

I'm sorry, what? Why?

Because she's missing.

Since when?

Since Friday.

She told her parents
something about a work trip,

but her colleague didn't know
anything about it.

Do you have any idea where she might
have been going to this weekend?

She mentioned, uh, the work trip.

- Yeah.
- Any idea where?

No. No.

I'm sorry.

That's all right, Doc.

Between you and me,

it sounded like she wasn't
feeling so good.

Mentally, I mean.

Her father seemed to think
she was a little unstable.

Yeah, she was...

not in a good place.

Do you think she might have
wanted to hurt herself?

Yeah, uh...

She could've.

She could've, yeah.

I thought that might be the case.

Thank you for your honesty.
Well, I don't want to bother you anymore,

but if you wouldn't mind coming
to the station tomorrow,

you know, for an official statement.

- Of course. Anything I can do to help.
- Thank you for your time, Doctor.

- Appreciate it.
- Thank you.

That's cute.

Yeah.

Anastasia, you're the greatest thing
that ever happened to me.

You are my moral compass
and the love of my life.

Al, you are my best friend

and my soul mate. I love you.

AI's like a brother to me. We grew up
together. We're the best of friends.

We've been through thick and thin.
And I just love him.

And, you know, he's met Anastasia, who,

by all accounts, is,
you know, just a solid catch.

That's great.

- How you doing, man?
- Hey.

See that bridesmaid over there?

Just the type of girl that makes you
go home to your wife and say...

You know she trained
at Cirque du Soleil?

Cum on her ass and her face
at the same time.

- That's nice.
- Unbelievable. It's good seeing you.

Good. Yeah, you, too.

- Hi. How are you?
- Hey, Joe.

- Hey, it's good to see you.
- Good speech.

- I'm going to get a drink.
- Cheers.

- You're Alexander Monroe?
- Yeah.

You're under arrest for the murder
of Cassandra Thomas.

- No, no, no.
- Officer, please remove the bride.

- I'm sorry, this is a mistake.
- You have the right to remain silent.

Excuse me!
Can you explain to me what's going on? Al!

- Sir...
- Hey, hey!

You have the right to an attorney.

If you can't afford one,
one will be appointed to you.

- Understand, sir?
- Yes.

Officer, show him to the car.