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Previously on
"Apples Never Fall"...

No word from Mom in two days.

If she's not responding to our
calls, it's because she can't.

All right,
has anyone talked to Dad?

What about him?

You want to explain that
disaster on your face?

We had a fight,
and she needed "her space."

Right.
And where is she?

She wouldn't tell me.

So at the very least,
he's lying.

See, told you
something's wrong.

Amy, public spaces
require headphones.

- Dude, who is that?
- My roommate.

Her landlord.

Simon Barrington.

Excuse me, but why aren't we
talking about her, Savannah?

Oh, my God.
Please, help me.

I ran, and you had
the most lights on.

Why don't you stay?

Just stay the night.

I'm Logan Delaney.

I'm here to talk to you
about my family

and a woman named Savannah.

[soft dramatic music]

[metal screeching]

♪ ♪

Hey, Loge.

Suddenly, she was
everywhere all the time.

No matter how many times I said
to my parents be careful,

don't trust her,
they wouldn't listen.

Especially my mom.

Oh, we talked to
your dad earlier today.

He didn't mention Savannah.

She was here
seven, eight months ago.

He probably just
thinks she's old news.

And you don't.

Um, my mom is missing.

I--I don't know what to think.

But I wrote down everything
I know about her,

when she arrived,
where she came from,

her name, age, ex-boyfriend,
last job, last address.

But look, to be honest, I'm not
even sure that any of this

is real, not even her name.

It's possible that
Savannah never told us

a true thing about herself.

And if that is not suspicious,
I don't know what is.

We'll definitely
look into this.

Um, do you have any photos?

No, that's another thing.

Savannah never let us
take a photo of her.

She said that her ex-boyfriend
was tracking her online.

No social media.

No Google results.

Nothing.

Outer Limits Yoga on Main.

I've seen you in the lobby.

I knew you looked familiar.

Yeah.

I'm there a couple
of times a week.

How's your dad
feel about that?

Working at the marina.

Fine, as far as I know.

Well, I would have
thought he'd want you all

to be big tennis stars.

Maybe take over the academy.

Uh, I tried to go pro
when I was younger.

I made it all the way to the
qualifiers for the U.S. Open.

Dad was my coach.

Best coach out there.

Ask anyone.

He knows I gave it my all.

It's impressive.

So what makes him
such a good coach?

Intimate knowledge of
the game, the players,

knowing your limits
better than you do.

- Sounds intense.
- Mm.

You two must be close.

Yeah.

And we are--very close.

I know him better than anyone,

which is why I know
he would never do anything

to hurt my mom.

Ever.

Beautiful day to
be out in the water.

Hey, Dad.

Hey, look who I just found.

Oh.

I mean, you have to come.

It's Savannah's first time
on the water.

Yeah, I barely
know how to swim.

I wish I could.

But I just came by to
pick up some paperwork

from the houseboat.

I have to go prep for this
geosciences conference.

Oh.

Finally presenting my
work on neotectonics and--

I'm not going to bore you.

[laughs] I told you she's
the Brainiac of the family.

OK, no boats today.

But hey, I got us tickets to
that Joseph Stella Exhibit.

Nice.
When is it?

End of next month.

And we can grab lunch
and make a day of it.

Sounds great.

I didn't know that you
were still here, Savannah.

How long are you staying?

- Um...
- To be determined, Logan.

We're taking it
a day at a time.

Pen.

Yeah.

IDs, please.

I don't have mine, sorry.

Is that a problem?

Oh, you don't have an ID?

Driver's license?

She doesn't.

It's fine, hon.

You're with us.

It's all just security
theater, anyway.

[chuckling] All these waivers
and collecting

our IDs for collateral.

I mean, this guy literally
knows where we live.

[all laughing]

He'll be asking for
cheek swabs next.

It's boat house policy, Dad.

I'm supposed to
hold on to your ID.

Logan, it's a damn marina.

Not the Pentagon.

What do you think
we're going to do?

Make a break for Havana
in that thing?

So I think that
makes us ready.

Keys, please.

Here.

What's this?

Early birthday gift.

Kenny Hsu.

Huh, guy looks half dead.

Yeah, he is dead.

- What?
- Yeah, as of last month.

But, um,
but next time you come,

you can just swipe that
at the door to get in.

Special access.

Any hour day or night.

Skip the line
and the paperwork.

OK.

Just try not to do it
when my boss is around.

Told ya, security theater.

- [laughs]
- Have fun out there, Kenny.

I can't believe
I just lied to your mom.

We have to tell them.

You have to tell them.

Savannah left the
whole thing blank.

No phone number, no address,
no emergency.

Logan, I'm trying to
talk to you about us.

My postdoc starts in a month.

We're moving to
Seattle in a month.

We just signed a lease.
- I know, I'm...

I'm going to tell them.

- When?
- Soon.

It's gonna be fine.
I promise.

Now, go kill it
at that conference.

You're brilliant.

You'll be the best one there.

OK.

Bye.

Love you.
[smooches]

Love you.

[soft dramatic music]

[soft indistinct chatter
and laughter]

[boat engine turns over]

♪ ♪

[chuckling]

What?

Bro can bend.

No kidding.

We weren't doing that
in prenatal yoga.

Kid seem pretty determined to
defend his dad's reputation.

Yeah.

Well, I looked into Savannah
and found zilch.

So, I mean, he was right.

It probably was a fake name.

Nice.

Oh.

It's warm.

You think my tits
run at 40 degrees?

No. I--

Uh, Detective Camacho?

Uh, Officer Landry.
Robbery.

Hi.

I started while, uh, you were,
you know, out on, um--

- Maternity leave.
- Yeah. Right.

Anyway, uh, Joy Delaney, that's
your missing person, right?

Mm-hmm.

I've been combing
through classifieds

looking for a few items
from a recent break in.

And, uh...

Do we know if Joy Delaney
was riding a bike

before she disappeared?

[dog barking]

♪ ♪

[knocking at door]

Hey, neighbor.

Morning, Caro.

Morning, Stan.

Oh, gosh.

What happened to your--

Fight with a cactus.

What can I do you for?

Just thought I'd pop over

with some
lemon poppy seed muffins.

You know me,
always make too many.

Um, is Joy around?

No, sorry.
She's around but she's resting.

She hasn't been
feeling too good.

Sorry to hear that.

I can come back later.
- No.

No need.
No need.

She might be contagious.

I'll tell her you popped by.

I hope you don't
mind my asking,

but I thought I saw
the police here yesterday.

Everything OK?

Of course.

They just wanted some
information about the academy.

Uh-huh.

[sighs]
I guess Garces goofed up

the alarm or something.

I told them to talk
to him about it.

Hmm.

Well, I better check on Joy.

Oh, sure.

Give her my best.
- I will.

Hmm.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[line ringing]

You've reached Joy Delaney.

Leave a message,
and I'll call you back.

Hi, Joy--

The mailbox is full
and cannot accept

any messages at this time.

Goodbye.

[line beeps]

♪ ♪

[upbeat music playing
over phones]

[coughing]

St. Mary's
Memorial Hospital.

Good morning.
How can I help you?

Yes, hello.
Hello.

- Hello?
- Hello.

- Yes, ma'am.
- Hello?

Hello?
Hello?

Hello?
- Is this an emergency?

- Hello?
- Ma'am?

Hi.
Hi.

- Are you there?
- Hi.

My name is Amy Delaney.

I'm looking for my mother Joy.

She's been missing
for five days.

Joy Delaney?

Do you have anyone there
by that name, Joy Delaney?

We'll need some more
information, ma'am.

Sure.
Of course.

What information do you need?

Height.

She's 5'7".

And her hair color?

Ash brownish.

And her eye color?

Blue-green eyes.

Date of birth?

Date of birth, February 20.

The year?

19...60 something.

You know,
she just turned 63, 64.

It might have been 62.
Do you need the--

Ma'am, you're going
to have to call us back

with more information.
- Yeah, of course.

I can call you back.

[knocking on door]

I really need you
to stop leaving

your life coaching materials
in the dining area.

Mm-hmm.

Are those all
the roommates' phones?

The dining area is the best
place for my clients

to make their vision board,
Simon.

Well, um, actually,
now that you mention it,

um, meeting with clients
in, um, in the house--

Do you know what year
your mom was born?

1978.

Jesus.
How young are you?

24.

Is your mom still missing?

I--I overheard you
the other day.

No headphones.

Remember?

Yeah.

She's still missing.

Um, you know, I made
a whole list of places

to call to look for her,
but now, I just--

I can't find it.

Do you see, uh,
a yellow Post-it anywhere?

Um, how about
I make you a new one?

Do you want, uh,
hotels, hospitals,

women's shelters, the morgue?

You think my mom
is at the morgue?

No.
No, no, no, no.

No, definitely not.

Uh, I don't know why
I said morgue.

Um, I've been watching
too many crime dramas.

[music stops]

Where you going?

I'm going to find out
exactly how old

my very much alive mom is.

People get so creative
with centerpieces now.

I mean, Debbie's daughter,

she used gold leaf
on old champagne bottles.

Oh, that sounds gorgeous.

- Yeah.
- Hey.

Hi.
Sorry I'm late.

Oh.

I had a carpal tunnel case.

I could not get out the door.

- We were just getting started.
- Hi.

You must be Savannah.
- Hi.

Mom, you look--

Yeah.

I almost didn't recognize you.

Yeah.

Savannah, she convinced me
to go for it.

You should have seen
Narelle's face

when Joy marched in there.

"Not my usual, Narelle."

both: "Not my usual."

Yes.

She almost had
a heart attack.

And then,
she took 3 inches off

before I could change my mind.

By the way, your hair
also looks amazing.

She had her hair done too.
Why not?

Wow.

Boats, haircuts.

You two have been busy.

Well...

Your mom mentioned that
Savannah is planning to stay

a bit longer than expected.

Well, there's no point in
rushing her out the door.

Dad and I love
having her around.

And, honestly, with all
the cooking you're doing,

we're the ones making out
in the arrangement.

You cook?

Nothing as good as this.

This is amazing.
- OK.

She's being modest.

Savannah is the best cook.

I haven't had to touch
the stove in a week.

It's been heaven.

To tell you the truth, about
the third day, I had this--

this epiphany.

I don't like cooking.
I hate it, actually.

You hate cooking?

All you ever do is
invite us over for dinner.

Well, all you kids
ever do is eat.

How else would I see you?

Can you imagine
all those years,

four kids, three meals a day,
plus snacks,

plus they're athletes.

They eat about
three servings apiece.

It was endless.

The shopping and the cutting,
and the chopping

and the serving
and the cleaning.

No one ever offered
to help you?

- Well--
- We did dishes.

Hmm.

I distinctly remember dishes.

That's right, Brookie.

You took your one dish
and placed it in the sink.

Even now, every night,
just like clockwork,

Stan says,
Joy, what's for dinner?

I mean, why is that my job?

I hope you're hungry.

I hope it's OK.

I ordered for everyone.

Literally a boss move.

Tarin, this is
my fiancée, Brooke.

Hello.

Tarin joined us,
what, like, a month ago?

Yeah.
Feels like forever already.

Anyway...

Brooke and I talked, and we
think you need to be careful.

Oh. Shh.

[whispering]
You don't even know who she is.

She has no ID.

No family she can call,
no belongings.

She left all her things when
she fled an abusive boyfriend.

You should show
a little compassion.

OK, uh, I have compassion.

I just think you should
run a background check.

[scoffs]

Look at your father.

Look at him.

I can't even get him
to listen to a podcast,

and she's got him all
set to record one.

I haven't seen him that
happy since he beat

John Patterson
at the club finals,

and that was six years ago.

That's great.

It doesn't mean that
she's not up to something.

Yes, she is.

She's cooking and cleaning
and helping around the house.

She just put fresh flowers
in every room.

Did you notice that?

Joy.

I need my trusted taster.

Then just press record
and you're set to go.

OK.

How much you spend on all this?

Don't worry about it.

Nothing's too steep
for my old man.

Your dad's starting a podcast.

Yeah.
Sure did.

Hey, I just had a great idea.

Savannah, Logan was just saying
how unfortunate it is

that you don't have
any of your things.

So after dinner, why don't you
both head to the--

motel, is it,
and pick up all your stuff?

That's a great idea.

Tonight?
I--I don't know.

I'm pretty tired.

Well, tomorrow then.

I mean, Indira won't mind.

Will she?

I don't know.

I--I don't think
it's such a good idea.

I mean, Dereck could be there.

Oh, you deserve to
have your own things.

And Logan will be with you.

And you can bring
Troy as backup.

- Tomorrow?
- Yeah.

- No, I got a busy day.
- Of course.

We'd be happy to go.

Great.

Sounds like a plan.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Oh, no.

Was it that bad?

Your mom cried, didn't she?

No.

Sorry.

I--I didn't get a chance
to tell them.

Brooke called this
afternoon in a panic,

and I had to tell Mom
about Savannah.

And Troy was there.

And Dad was all excited
about his podcast.

It just wasn't the right time.

You brought boxes.

Yeah.

I had extra at my place.

I thought you might
want to start packing

now that your family knew.

That's why I came over.

Tell me again.

What's wrong with Miami?

- Wow.
- No, I'm just asking.

You're just asking?

We're supposed to be moving.

My--my life is here.

My family is here.

My boat is here.

And Miami offered you that--

I only applied to UM
back when I thought you were

taking over
your parents' academy.

I thought I had
no other choice.

I was ready to choose you
over where I wanted to be.

But if you can't do
the same for me--

Got it.

So if I found the money
to buy my parents' business,

none of this would
be happening?

We can always try
long distance, right?

Oh.

Indira?

Indira, I'm not saying that--

Indira, you're being really--

What am I being?

I love my parents too.

Sometimes, I disappoint them,
and it sucks.

It does.

But you're 31 years old.

At a certain point, you got
to cut the fucking cord.

I'm not doing long distance
with a fucking baby.

Indira.
Indira.

[rustling]

Mom?

[eerie music]

♪ ♪

Mom.

- It's me.
- Oh.

Sorry.

What are you doing
in Mom's room?

I was looking for
her birth certificate.

Well, it's not...
[sighs]

In her cardigan,
I can tell you that much.

I guess I got distracted.

This was Mom's favorite.

She said it was the perfect
postmenopausal weight.

She takes it everywhere.

Mom's face cream,
her reading glasses.

I know.
I don't need a list.

What if we never
see her again?

We will, OK?

Look.

Dad said they had a fight,
and she'll be back.

Can you just allow
for the possibility

that he might be right

and that you might be...

catastrophizing again?

And can you just accept
the fact that things might

actually be catastrophic?

Where is Dad anyway?

At the club getting ready
for his ladder match

with Mark Higgins,
like everything's fine.

[phone ringing]

Loge. Hey, I'm here
at the house with Amy.

Hey, Logey bear.

Oh, hey.

So I just got off
the phone with the police.

They found Mom's bike.

What, Mom's bike was missing?

Well,
they sent me a picture.

It's her bike.

What does it mean that they
found Mom's bike and not Mom?

♪ ♪

Bring your A-game, Delaney?

Always, Higgins.

How's that knee?

I know it's been troubling you.

Could say the same
about your backhand.

- Hey.
- Stan.

How's our girl doing?

She's good.

She's, uh, still resting,
but she's good.

Thanks for asking.

So she will be
at Ladies' Day?

I'm not sure, Debbie.

Um, the doctor did say
she needed to rest up.

Doctor?

I heard she had a head cold.

What kind of sick is she?

It's not serious, is it?

No.

Nothing like that.

Uh, listen, I need to warm up,
so, uh,

I'll tell Joy that
you're asking about her.

You see that
scratch on his face?

He's definitely lying.

[soft music]

[sighs]

♪ ♪

Listeners,
this is Stan Delaney,

and this is all that...

I was a coach for
almost 40 years.

And, uh, you think I didn't
want to call out

to a player mid-game,

something, like, um,
hey, numb nuts,

remember what we talked
about in the locker room?

I did.
Of course, I did.

But that's not tennis.

And this new on court
coaching policy from the ATP

is not the game that
I know and love.

Keep going.

No, no, no.

I was just messing around.

No.
You sounded good.

- Oh.
- Hey, excuse me.

Am I or am I not the
podcast expert around here?

You are.

And who knew you had
such a great radio voice?

[laughter]

Listeners,
I have in the studio

a surprise special guest.

Two-time state champion,

a fierce competitor
in her own right,

and the owner of the best legs
in the business.

OK, I'm going.
I'm going.

Ladies and gentlemen...

Joy Delaney.

♪ ♪

How long were you and um--

Dereck.

Yeah, Dereck,
staying at this motel?

Month or so, give or take.

Wow.

And, uh,
how'd you two meet?

Well,

I was working at
this restaurant in Atlanta,

Angelini's.

That's where I learned
to cook, actually.

Mostly, I just tended bar.

Well, Dereck started coming by
every night for about a month.

[scoffs] Should have
been a tip off, right?

Major stalker vibes.

And here I am thinking
I just met Prince Charming.

Wrong, Savannah.

That's so wrong.

But we all make
mistakes, right?

Do I get to ask you a question?

Sure.
Shoot.

Your mom said something
about you choosing boats

over the tennis academy.

Is that why your
parents had to sell it

because you didn't want to
stop working at the marina?

No, that's not exactly
what happened.

Oh, what did happen?

Look,
at the end of the day,

it just wasn't
a good investment.

Right, Loge?

Yeah.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

What was the number?

322.

The one with the hole
in the door.

- Are you OK?
- Yeah.

Let's just get my stuff
and get out of here.

[bottles rattling,
dog barking]

OK.

[knocking on door]

[muffled TV playing]

He's in there.
I can hear the TV.

You know what?
I--I can't do this.

Oh, come on.

Fuck you doing
banging on this door?

Whoa.

That wasn't Dereck.

So you really didn't know
that John fucking Gotti

was behind that door?

I obviously did not.

You know this wasn't my idea!

I didn't even
want to come here!

The guy moved out.

How is she supposed to know
who moved in after him?

[gasping]

Hey.
Hey, it's OK.

No, it's not.

I have nothing.
Everything is gone.

I'm here with
two complete strangers.

I'm staying at some
random family's house.

Do you have any idea how
that feels to have nothing?

To be completely alone?

[somber music]

♪ ♪

Early 30s.
Long light brown hair.

Possibly dyed.
Possibly dangerous.

She supposedly stayed here
for two months last summer.

[keyboard clacking]

Nope.
No Savannah.

What about Dereck Bowman?

- Dereck Bowman.
- Or Bowers.

Dereck Bowman-Bowers.

[computer thunks]
Nope.

[phone buzzing]

Tell me your day is
going better than mine.

Might be.
I'm in South Beach.

Robbery just caught the woman
selling Joy Delaney's bike.

She's got light brown hair,
slight build, in her 30s.

You think it's Savannah?

Easy way to find out.

[soft suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

Are you a serial killer?

No.

Because it looks
like a serial killer

just went into my room and--

and--

Cleaned it?

Do you know how completely
weird and wrong that is?

You made my bed.

What is wrong with you?

What if I organized
all your shit?

Or--

I have a system.

I know it doesn't seem
like it, but I do.

You're right.

I'm sorry.

I--um, you've just been
so stressed about your mom,

and I always feel better
in a clean space.

I thought it might help.

It doesn't.

I called the morgues,
by the way.

Everyone in a 100 mile radius.

There are no unclaimed female
bodies and no Joy Delaneys.

Wherever your mom is,
she's not there.

Thank you for doing that.

[soft dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[sniffling]

[sobbing]

[exhales]

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

[keypad beeps]

[line ringing]

- Loge.
- Yeah.

That motel that
you and Troy went to,

the one that Savannah
supposedly stayed at,

that was in Aberdeen,
wasn't it?

Yeah.
Why?

Well, it's probably
nothing, but--

but Mom went to Aberdeen two
days before she disappeared.

[both grunting]

Out!

- 15-30.
- 15-30.

Prick.

He really is off his game.

Yeah.

Oh, shit.

Ooh.

I'm thinking
trouble in paradise.

Maybe she left him.
- I don't know.

How many times did the cops
show up just because

a wife leaves her husband?

Seriously, Loge,
this is our big lead?

That Mom bought a smoothie?

OK.
Well, you have to admit.

It's kind of weird.

Why would Mom drive
30 miles away

for a thing she could get
10 blocks from home?

And there's
the Aberdeen connection

two days before
she disappeared.

Or left.

Brooke, they found Mom's bike
on the black market.

I'm just saying there's
still a real possibility

that she's fine.

Oh, yeah.

There's also
a very real possibility

that she is not, Brooke.

I told the cops
about Savannah.

Savannah is ancient history.

Is she?

Because from where I sit,
she seems like a prime suspect.

We still have no idea
what she's capable of.

You want a suspect, look at
the guy with a massive scratch

down his face
who lied to us

for three days
about Mom being gone.

I agree.
Dad shouldn't have lied.

But come on,
you can't honestly think

that he did something to Mom.

Did he even could have?

No. Honestly, no, I'm asking.

What, do you think
he killed her

and buried her
behind the back shed

because he was mean to you
once when you were a kid?

OK, let's all just
take a breath, be chill.

- I am chill.
- Of course you are.

[phone ringing]

- Oh.
- Don't.

- What--
- What the actual fuck, Troy?

Do we really need
to do this?

Claire, Claire, Claire.

I told you, I don't want
the house in Vermont.

I don't want
the sad fucking jewelry...

Claire.

You bought me after
you slept with that

volleyball player in Boca.

Claire, you are on speaker
with the whole family, Claire.

Oh, hey.

Hi.

Who's all there?

- Hey, it's Brooke.
- Logan.

Hi.

Miss you.

You're still trying to get us

in the divorce settlement, right?

Obviously.
That's a sticking point.

What are you all
doing together?

There's some big tennis match
I don't know about?

- Mom's been--
- We're going to--

They all wanted
to see my new--

OK.
We got to go.

But just have your
lawyer reach out, Claire.

Bye.
[line beeps]

[chuckles]

I think we handled that
fairly well.

[mouths words]

[indistinct chatter]

[tense music]

Here we go.

♪ ♪

Nice job.

Ah, shit.

Oh.

That's game.

4-3.

[muffled chatter]

You seem distracted.

Everything OK?

I'm fine.

It's just your grunting today.

It's like playing
a hippopotamus.

New coach thinks it helps me
integrate my power.

Kind of feels like
it's working.

What new coach?

Garces.

He could probably help you
with that footwork problem.

[scoffs]

Yeah, seriously though.

I know people are talking...

about you and Joy.

We both know she's
not really sick.

Hey.

You don't have
to fake it with me.

I've survived a few
marriages myself.

Honestly, I'm shocked
you two made it this long.

Ever want to grab a beer,
talk it out?

I'm here for you.

Fuck you, Higgins.

♪ ♪

Love all.

[grunting]

[tense music]

[groans]
[all gasping]

Stan.

♪ ♪

- Oh.
- Oh, my God.

♪ ♪

[indistinct chatter]

Well, that was a bust.

I mean, I could
have told you,

a 60-year-old white woman
in a smoothie shop

wouldn't exactly stand out.

What do we do now?
- I don't know.

There has to be a reason
Mom came all this way.

Dude, are you still trying
to tie this to Savannah?

Let it go, Loge.

Maybe she needed a lawyer.

Look.

Maybe she wanted to talk about
Savannah or Harry's memoir.

Or Dad.

[suspenseful music]

Oh.

♪ ♪

Hi.
Uh--

Hey, OK.

I got it. I got it.

Hi.
- Hi.

Hi.

Um, I could use your help,
Desi.

I'm looking for an older woman.

She would have come in here
last Friday,

probably around 10:30.

Her name is Joy Delaney.

And I'm wondering if you can
tell me if she was here.

I'm sorry.

I can't give out any
information about our clients.

Yeah.
[chuckles]

This--this isn't that.

Joy is our mom.

I'm Troy.

And this is Brooke and Amy.
- Amy.

- And Logan.
- Logan.

- I said Logan.
- Yeah, OK.

And we're just wondering
if she was here.

That's all.

And I can't tell you that.

You know, the thing is, Des,
she's, um,

she's worth a lot to us.

Like, uh, a lot, a lot.

And, uh--

I think I need to
ask you to leave.

I think I need you--

Could I actually
just, um, maybe

show you a photo of our mom,
see if it jogs anything.

Um, oh, here.

This is a good one.
Oh, gosh.

[chuckles]
That's her, so...

[soft dramatic music]

She went missing on
Sunday the 9th,

two days after she
might have come in here.

I've been checking everywhere,

hotels, hospitals, the morgue.

The police are into it too.

You know, we could
have them call you

if that would be helpful.

They found her bike,

which could mean, um...

I don't know what it means.

OK, Ame, I think if
she was going to help,

she would have helped us.
- No.

My mom--look, she doesn't
go to the grocery store

without texting me first to see
if I need anything, you know?

And now, no word in five days.

She doesn't even
have her phone.

My sister thinks I'm
catastrophizing, but I'm not.

I swear, I'm not.

And maybe you didn't
see her, you know?

And truly, that would
be good to know too.

Really, anything that
you could tell us

would just be so,
so appreciated.

Uh, I hope you
find your mother.

I do.
But I'm sorry.

A rule's a rule.

- Let's go.
- Thank you.

- You OK?
- Yeah.

At least now we know
Mom went to see

a divorce lawyer a couple of
days before she disappeared.

I mean, that's huge.

Did we just talk
to the same woman?

She didn't tell us anything.
- She's right, Ames.

All we know is,
Mom bought a smoothie.

Oh, come on.

The woman easily could have
said she didn't see Mom,

but she didn't.

This whole trip was
your idea, Logan.

Now that it points
back to Dad--

How does it
point back to Dad?

How does it--dude, OK,
let me spell this out for you.

Mom came to get the divorce
she should have gotten

20 years ago, and Dad
found out and went ballistic.

Jesus Christ.

You need therapy.
- Yeah, probably.

Yeah,
you've got issues, dude.

I feel bad for you.
I do.

OK.
Show of hands.

Who here thinks Mom
wanted a divorce?

Come on.
OK.

And who here thinks Mom and Dad
had a happy marriage?

Can I vote neither?

Can we just get
in the car and go?

Seriously.

Dude, you think we're this,
like, big happy family, really?

Logan, you're not Zen.

You're in fucking denial.
- Troy, stop it.

No.
Hey! Hey!

Why don't you tell me about

this glorious childhood
you've had?

I really want to know.

Because what I remember
is Dad walking out the door

every time he got ticked off.

And what I remember
is you pissing yourself

in the middle of the night
because he wasn't back yet

and Mom freaking out because
she didn't know where he was.

Mom and Dad fought.
Couples fight.

Sometimes Dad needed
to cool off.

- Cool off?
- Yeah.

- For a fucking week?
- Guys, the car's over there!

- OK.
- Dude, you--Dad left, OK?

He walked out on us and Mom
time and time again.

Do you remember when
he hopped out of the car in

the middle of fucking highway
and wasn't back for five days?

How about when he
popped me in the face?

Do you remember that?
Right fucking here.

You didn't do anything.

You just followed him around
doing whatever he wanted,

didn't even matter to you.

You tried to go pro
when you clearly

didn't have what it took.

I don't even think
you liked tennis.

Can you get out
of my face, please?

Is it bothering you?
Does it remind you of someone?

Hey.

Let me tell you why
I didn't give you the money

to buy the tennis academy.

I didn't want to watch you
waste your life

trying to be some second rate
version of that asshole.

Oh, really?
You think he's the asshole?

Yeah.

When's the last time
you looked in a mirror, Troy?

When's the last time
you talked to Indira?

Look what you let
walk out the door

because you'd rather--
what, you want to be here,

reliving some bizarro version
of your childhood?

Fuck you!

- Hey, hey, hey, hey!
- Whoa!

There he is.

Cool the fuck off,
both of you.

Here's the real
Logan Delaney.

Hi.
Hey, so sorry.

We're all just a little
stressed and, you know,

low blood sugar.
- It's OK.

Um, I'm sorry I--I didn't
say anything inside.

I'm not sure that
I should even now.

But, um, your mother,

she did come in
for a consultation.

And she was pretty upset.

Thank you.

Shall we?

[soft music]

♪ ♪

We need to tell the police.

Well, we need
to tell Dad first.

Brooke, I think Dad
might already know.

I'll talk to Dad tonight,
and then we can go to the cops.

[phone buzzing]

Does the name Maggie Summers
mean anything to you?

Who's Maggie Summers?

The woman who was allegedly
selling your mother's bike.

I thought you said Savannah
had something to do with it?

Well, we believe
Savannah Pagonis is an alias.

She might actually be named
Maggie Summers or not.

We're going to need your help
to figure that out

and for you to tell us anything
else you might know about her.

Um, she...

OK.

You should know
Ms. Summers claims

to have found the bike
on the side of the road

on Sunday afternoon.

She says she never
saw your mother.

She's lying.

That's what
we wanna figure out.

Deputy Valdez will now
take you down the hall

to view a line up.
One at a time.

Who wants to go first?

I do.

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

[shaky breathing]

[door clicks]

It's not Savannah.

Nope.

And not one Delaney gave us
any more information

to help track her down.

They "barely knew her."

So let's say Maggie Summers
is telling the truth,

and she found the bike
on its own, never saw Joy.

Look, the phone
was at the house.

So I'm guessing that's
the last place anyone saw her.

♪ ♪

[crickets chirping]

[sighs]

♪ ♪

The hell are you
doing out here?

Come on.

♪ ♪

[cupboard clacks]

You OK?

Never better.

I mean--

I know what you mean.

We're celebrating.

Higgins got his ass
kicked today

and then some.

[chuckles]

You should have seen
that smug son of a bitch.

And I would have won, too...

if I hadn't called
the ambulance.

[laughing]

Dad, what happened?

He'll be fine.

He just needs a--
needs a good dentist.

That's all.

Oh, fuck.

I'll get it.

Oh, no, no, no.
It's fine.

I'll get it.

It's fine.

Maybe you should
just drink some water.

Dad.

- Oh.
- Dad, just let me--

Please, let me--

Get the fuck off me, Logan!

[tense music]

♪ ♪

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry, Loges.

I fucked up.
[crying]

I really fucked up.

[somber music]

♪ ♪

[muffled singing]

[engine grinding]

Cliff.

- Yo.
- You rent my boat out?

Someone used up the gas.

Not me, man.
Check the logs.

♪ ♪

♪ The darkest times ♪

♪ But you already know ♪

♪ Are you all good? ♪

♪ You all right? ♪

♪ I'm all alone ♪

♪ I mean you never called ♪

♪ I'm looking for something ♪

♪ The darkest times ♪

♪ But you already know ♪

♪ ♪

♪ And all you want ♪

♪ Is to disappear ♪

♪ Searching for wisdom ♪

♪ But nothing's clear ♪

♪ What will become of me ♪

♪ If you're not here? ♪

♪ I know love is
a mental place ♪

♪ There's always fear ♪

♪ All good ♪

♪ And we're all alone ♪

♪ Come on,
let's be something ♪

♪ But you already know ♪

♪ It's all good ♪

♪ Tell me how you feeling ♪

♪ And we're all alone ♪

♪ Come on,
let's be something ♪

- Oh!
- ♪ But you already know ♪

♪ But you're all good ♪

♪ I know what I'm feeling ♪

♪ Are you all right? ♪

♪ And we're all alone ♪

♪ You never called ♪

♪ Come on,
let's be something ♪

♪ In the darkest time ♪

[dog grunting and huffing]

[dog growls]

♪ Are you all right? ♪

♪ Am I all alone? ♪

♪ I mean, you never call ♪

Mary Harriet?

Mary Harriet!
[dog panting]

[whistles]

Oh, mm...

[dog approaching]

[dog whimpers]

♪ ♪

♪ Are you all good? ♪

♪ Do you have a feeling? ♪

♪ Are you all right? ♪

[line ringing]

This is Stan Delaney.
Leave a message.

Hey, Dad.

It's Logan.

We need to talk.

♪ Are you all right? ♪

♪ Are you all alone? ♪

♪ I mean, you never call ♪

♪ Come on,
let's be something ♪

♪ In the darkest tides ♪

♪ But you already know ♪

♪ But you're all good ♪

[vacuum whooshing]

♪ ♪

♪ You're all good ♪

[laughs]

Yeah.

What are you laughing about?

It's a secret.

♪ ♪