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You once believed in fairy tales.

Hello.

That true love was out there
just waiting for you to seize it.

We belong together!

Yes.

Of course, fairy tales
are nothing without villains.

Let me the hell out of here!

I better act quick, before someone
desperate tries to steal my beauty away.

So you played
the white knight.

Your hand! Now!

Until your damsel in
distress turned on you.

What the hell? No!

- So you rewrote the story.
- Doctor!

But one story
ends, another begins.

Excuse me. Do you think this
peach looks like a butt?

One that was about good…

It's a boy?

I promise to be a
man worthy of raising you.

…and evil.

Turned out your princess…

You are not making
me kill anyone!

…was no princess at all.

- One of you takes this, shoots the other.
- Did what you had to to save yourself.

And, hard as it was, your son.

But you found true love,

crossed an ocean to keep it.

But that too would turn out
to be no fairy tale romance.

Marienne.

So you started a new
chapter, in a new place.

Jonathan! The American!

Only you found yourself
in someone else's story,

someone intent on making you see
the darkest parts of yourself.

You were reluctant to accept…

…they… were you.

Well, isn't this a pickle?

You and I are the same person.

No!

Decided you'd rather die.

But love revived you.

You chose life with
Kate, your queen.

You don't
have to run away.

- We can be this.
- Whatever the fuck this is.

A woman strong enough to
commit to loving all of you.

Even the darkest parts.

What do I need to
know about your past?

I've killed people.

She had also done bad things.

I gave a load of kids cancer
to get a pipeline built.

We all have something bad in us.

Not this bad.

But we decided we
could leave our pasts behind.

We keep each other good.

You finally found
your happily ever after.

Funny enough, right
where it all began.

♪ It can't be said
I'm an early bird ♪

♪ It's 10 o'clock
before I say a word ♪

You're back in the
greatest city in the world.

Thomas Wolfe said, "You
can't go home again."

His point, while the
place may remain the same,

it's you who is different.

♪ I think I'll take
my whiskey neat ♪

You left this place
because love ended tragically.

Never thought coming
home would be an option.

Yet, three years ago you did.

All thanks to Kate,

the one person in the world
who could make it possible.

I know I'm late. I'm sorry.

My driver showed me
pictures of his cat

and they were so much
cuter than I anticipated.

You're right on time.

Button.

Thanks to Kate, you were
able to come home as yourself.

Joe Goldberg.

♪ …for me ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh ♪

Kate not only gave you your
name back, she gave you your son too.

Henry.

You're grateful to
the men in Madre Linda

who looked after him as
you sorted your life out.

But Kate had the means to get
him back without much of a fight.

And you couldn't be prouder
of the little man he's grown into.

The way Kate's embraced
being a mom to Henry,

if you thought you
couldn't love her more.

She's a big part of why he's
become such a great kid.

You relish how
Henry can feel safe

and loved in a way you
never could as a child.

Just one
more chapter, please.

It's bedtime, bub. You have all the
time in the world to read tomorrow.

But they're about to go into
Mirkwood without Gandalf.

All right, okay. But just
until the spiders find them.

Dad, stop.

- I'm sorry.
- Don't tell me.

I'm sorry.

Sorry, Alyson, uh, no
to the Sonner Group.

Just on working
conditions alone.

How do you say it in American…

Kate's blossomed as a CEO,

committed to using the
company to do radical good.

Atoning for her sins.

This marriage
is mature. Adult.

Kate's taught you Sturm und Drang
aren't necessary in every relationship.

Right here, Prince
Charming. How about one for the ladies?

Fame definitely took
a bit of getting used to.

Turns out when you
use your wealth

for something other than
disenfranchising the other 99%,

the world can't
get enough of you.

Get caught at a photoshoot
holding your wife's purse

and the world idealizes you,

the adoring, supportive partner, to
the high-powered, successful woman.

"Everyone's favorite couple,
changing the world together."

It's a bit much. But the
world loves a good love story.

Oh, fuck, it's that
vile councilman.

- Is that the guy trying to extort you?
- Yeah, don't even look at him.

You and Kate came
to New York with a promise

to help each other do good,

to be good.

It's a
challenge sometimes.

Hey, fuck him.

I went over his head. He
won't have a job on Monday.

But Kate can
fight her own battles.

You don't need to spring
into action on her behalf.

You have a great life. It's
just not worth the risk.

Although…

There are times you
miss who you used to be.

Felt good to rid the
world of assholes.

But you have to behave.

Just a little…

Thanks, friend.

So far, so good.

Now, before I close,

I am delighted to announce the
new Lockwood Literacy Initiative.

Our goal, to encourage literacy
amongst children in the foster system,

to provide safe places for them
to learn and read and grow,

including sponsoring
their college education.

And now the part
you've been waiting for.

To fund this endeavor,

the T.R. Lockwood Corporation will earmark
up to a quarter of its annual profits.

The Lockwood
board's been blindsided.

They never agreed to divert so
much from their own pockets.

Kate has them committing
publicly to something so generous

they can't possibly
go back on it.

♪ In this night, a starry sky… ♪

No one will be angrier
about Kate's surprise announcement

than Reagan, her half-sister
and Lockwood Corp's CFO.

Reagan's been top of her class
from preschool to Wharton,

started out in the mailroom

to prove she didn't need
nepotism to get ahead.

A story she no doubt planned to
tell when she accepted the CEO job.

Never saw Kate returning as
Daddy's chosen successor.

Think I won't find a
way to walk this back?

Couldn't win the board over properly.
Not so much as a fucking prospectus?

It's the right thing for
the company. You'll see.

Hi, Boo-Boo.

Is it just me or is time moving
especially slowly tonight?

Kate's other sister,
Reagan's twin Madison, or Maddie,

her job is vaguely PR.

- You having that much fun, huh?
- Mm.

Vodka, soda.

Maddie can't be bothered
with the palace intrigue.

Doesn't hide that she watches Instagram
reels through every board meeting.

Reagan's the one people
listen to anyway.

Spent most of her twenties

drunk at various music
festivals and fashion weeks.

I was hoping to meet my
next husband tonight,

but they're all married
or almost dust.

Guess I'll just drink.

Thrice divorced,
once widowed.

You actually liked Andrew,

who paid three million to
travel outside Earth's orbit

and tragically
continues to do so.

Maddie.

- Mmm.
- You look amazing.

Need the name of
your hairdresser.

Don't know what
I'm doing with mine.

Oh, well, who's noticing
your hair when you're saving the world?

I love this song.

- Me too.
- Yeah.

♪ Crown you in my heart ♪

♪ Your love is king… ♪

Oh!

Fucking Reagan.

We knew how she would react.

Is this really happening?

Or is it a dream?

If it is, I'm in it with you.

I couldn't do it if you weren't.

- I mean that.
- Hmm.

And I don't care what
the fucking board says.

Fuck 'em.

Hey, why don't you leave the
board to me, little lady?

Uncle Bob. Forgive me for going against
your advice and surprising the boards.

Oh, hell. You're the boss.

But maybe we get over there
and, uh, beg a little forgiveness.

Win back some hearts.

Who can I take on?

Why don't you, uh, grab
yourself a drink, son?

We'll handle this.

Kate.

You tolerate the way people
like Bob see you as irrelevant.

Plus, no one's championed
Kate like Uncle Bob,

AKA Buffalo Bob Cain,
AKA Lockwood Corp's COO.

He's like a surrogate
father to her.

You know,

if you weren't my
brother-in-law…

Please, go on.

…I still wouldn't want you.

- I'm married. Stop flirting with me.
- What a bitch.

Unlike the rest of them,
Kate's brother, Teddy, is fun.

Teddy's smart.

Keeps his husband and kid as far
as possible from the viper's nest.

Used to live a more modest
life, running a kennel.

Until Kate brought him in, he
didn't exist to the family,

their excuse being that he's the product
of an affair Tom had with "the help."

Surely, no latent racism
or homophobia there.

Hey, here's to big swings.

Teddy, thank you.

The way Reagan clutched
her pearls when Kate…

Kate hired him

as her chief of staff,
gave him a voice.

He's had her back ever since.

Fucking vultures.

What's up?

Heads-up from a
friend over at Forbes.

And by friend, I mean
a hungry-eyed otter

who follows me around
Equinox every morning.

- Explain otter.
- Somewhere between a twink and a bear.

Hey, Joe, you're an otter.

Said they're brewing up some
kind of a hit piece about Kate.

Of course they are.

Something about a pipeline she
helped get approved years ago?

No, it can't be.

The environmental reports
she falsified for her father,

the kids who got cancer…

She had finally begun to believe
in her own goodness again.

You know what? Do
me a favor. Don't say anything yet.

- Let's let her have her night.
- Yeah, well, I'll see if the bastards

even have anything before
I sharpen my knives.

- Yeah?
- Thank you.

If what Kate did for her
father with that pipeline gets out,

no one will trust her
to run the company

and she'll believe she
deserves every bit of it.

And the life she's given you,
Henry, it'll all be gone.

For three years, you've been good.

You don't want to
jeopardize your life,

but if this hit piece
is as bad as it seems,

you may have no choice.

Have to hope you find out who's
behind the hit piece and kill it.

Only it.

As much as you've tried to
leave certain parts of you behind,

they're there. Like
a phantom limb.

Hello.
Do you work here?

Careful, Joseph.

When it comes to the value of a
book, it's all about condition.

After Mr. Mooney passed,

Kate spent a lot of money
buying the building.

Didn't question you when
you never opened it.

Held onto it like some
ratty, old sweater.

If the sweater was Manhattan real
estate worth tens of millions.

- Plain glazed a yes.
- Noted.

But you recently
agreed to put it up for sale.

Recognized it was a relic of
a life you've moved on from.

Even if it does still
feel like a part of you.

Packing it up has
disturbed the dust.

Kicked up old memories.

And sometimes… it feels like
you're waking up ghosts.

Maybe more of a
reason to let it go.

You don't need to
be haunted anymore.

You're moving on.

- Hey.
- Hi.

Ow.

You have to watch where
you're going these days.

There's dragons everywhere.

Yeah. Speaking of which, your
lunch. Cancelled. Smaug handled it.

- Reagan.
- Oh, okay.

Well, let's set up a call, uh, to
clean up whatever bomb she threw.

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

Teddy, shall we? I just have to
nip upstairs and get my laptop.

Give me one sec. I'm gonna scarf
down one of these Kouign-Amanns.

Albie's got us on calorie
deficit till pool party season

- and it's killing me.
- I won't tell.

- Don't.
- I won't.

Watch, he'll
probably smell it on me.

What did you find out
about this hit piece?

I couldn't get more out of them,
but they seem to think it's big.

Their legal's pressing hard to make
sure their reporting is airtight.

I need to read her
in at this point.

Not yet.

What is this pipeline
thing? What did our girl do?

Can't tell
Teddy the details.

Not sure he'll understand
Kate had no choice.

Come on. I can't
perform an exorcism

if you don't show me to the girl with
the spinning head and foul mouth.

Your father wanted his pipeline approved
and somebody's hands had to get… dirty.

That's why she quit,
isn't it? Ran off to London.

If this gets out…

Teddy, she's ruined.

Yeah. We all are.

No one is keeping me
around without Kate.

Okay. No bringing in legal
or PR into this. It's gotta be us.

No one knew. She
was sure of that.

So it means that whoever they talked
to must have been inside Lockwood Corp.

Someone who could be
forced to retract.

Kill the piece.

Who is most intent on destroying Kate
and has access to company secrets?

Tell him if he's living in 2010

and he wants to raise funds in a
VC backwater like Silicon Valley,

that's his prerogative.

When he wants real money, we're here.

Hi, Reagan. Permission
to enter Snake Island?

Mmm.

Really, guys? Do you want
to rehearse and come back?

Wonder if stapling
Reagan's scalp to that painting

will make it worth the
extravagant sum she paid for it.

We know you talked
to the reporter.

I speak with reporters all the time.
You'll have to be a little more specific.

Smug, but opaque.

Can't tell if she's obfuscating
or totally in the dark.

The article? About Kate?

Nope. Still lost.

Was that…
genuine surprise?

Fine. Play dumb, but you're
gonna hurt more than just Kate.

Not sure you're looking

at someone on the verge of
vanquishing her lifelong enemy.

I'm sorry. Were you planning on saying
words or were you just gonna audit?

It is laughable that
you are denying this.

It is laughable to me that
you, a glorified assistant,

think you can just walk in here
with our sister's weirdo hubby,

who apparently
forgot how to talk,

and hurl around
baseless accusations,

especially considering how
kind I have been to you.

I love that you think that.

I love that you think
you belong here.

Just because Daddy came home
one afternoon with a hard-on

and instead of mom he found
some woman with a vacuum.

Cute. Where was your
mother that day?

I'm going to kindly ask both
of you to get the fuck out.

That wasn't very kind.

I hate that woman too
much to be objective.

Okay, you got a
look about you, Joe.

I… I don't think she's the
source. I want to talk to Maddie.

Maddie? Maddie didn't do it.

No, but she might know who did.

I know she makes a big
show with the flirty stuff.

The Boo-Boo stuff. I don't think
you'll get anything out of her.

Just trust me. Please trust me.

Maddie loved Kate once.

Bonded under the weight of their
emotionally abusive father.

Now Maddie's relationship with
Kate is mostly emotional terrorism,

i.e. flirting… with you.

Today, you can use
that to your advantage.

Excuse me.

I don't think our boss tolerates
drinking during office hours.

Then I'll have to ask you
to keep this between us.

It just gets so tiring

trying to do the right
thing day in and day out.

I know. Don't you wish she would just
dispense with this crusade already?

I meant the obstruction
that she's up against.

And it's our crusade.

Oh, sure. Yeah, no, I know.

Hmm.

Still, I see it.

See what?

I think there are days
you'd prefer to just be you.

Not half of this perfect
little power couple.

You make it sound
so superficial.

When I see you two
sometimes…

…I wonder what you really
want, Joe Goldberg.

Where you'd rather be.

With who?

It's like there's this
hunger in you I sense.

For more.

What do you say, I get us
another drink, Boo-Boo?

Okay. Didn't expect that,
but let's see what Maddie knows.

Having spent years around a
woman addicted to her phone,

it's impossible to
not know her password.

The hell is this?
"DOT"? "FOT"? Codenames.

Looks like DOT 2 is
Maddie. Makes Reagan DOT 1.

D-O-T. Daughter of Tom, maybe.

But what's F-O-T? Friend of Tom?

"Emergency meeting
Friday, little ladies."

You've only ever known one person
who says shit like, "little ladies."

No way. Bob would never
do anything to hurt Kate.

"NC vote." No confidence.

They think this article is
enough to vote Kate out.

That's family for you.

Did Bob arrange for Kate
to meet with his friend

so she'd miss a
no-confidence vote?

Did you blink? Did this Howdy Doody
motherfucker get past your defenses?

Makes sense. He was Tom Lockwood's guy.

Having Kate's ear makes him more
powerful than being her enemy.

And you didn't see it.

Oh! What a slog. That
was the longest dinner of my life.

I nearly fell asleep
in my cassoulet.

Are you all right?

Teddy found out there's
a hit piece in the works.

It's the pipeline.

It's impossible.

- No one knew.
- Bob knew.

I think he leaked it.

Uncle Bob?

But why would he…

He's trying to get rid of you.

He's calling a no-confidence vote
and he has your sisters on board.

- How do you know this?
- I've been looking into it.

You've been looking into it?

- Behind my back?
- No. We knew you had enough on your plate.

You couldn't loop me in?

That's what this
is. That's what I'm doing now.

Bob has shown nothing, but
support for me since I took over.

The… Whatever you saw, I'm
sure it was a misunderstanding.

I saw texts on Maddie's phone.

You saw… texts?

I'm going to find out
what's really going on.

I can help.

No, no. Thank you. You've
done enough. I'll sort it.

She can't stop being strong for
two seconds to admit she needs help.

Of course the old you
knows how to help.

No, they just lost a
billion dollars in market value.

We're not moving from our numbers.
Remind them of that. Right.

Let's just cut the fucking
games, all right?

This isn't you.

I love that you think that, Bob.

You don't have
the whole picture.

You… came for my wife.

I can stop the piece.

It's too late for that, Bob.

This is for Kate.

Joe?

So, you're writing
about killing Uncle Bob?

This is… grotesque.

I… I know.

Why do you feel you need to sneak
off and write murder fantasies?

It's just writing.

Yeah, I mean, if you'd never
killed anyone. But this is…

This reads like you relish it.

Huh.

Is that so wrong?

If it's for the right reasons?

When you told me what you did…

the people that you killed,
it was… out of necessity.

It was extenuating
circumstances.

The ones you
told her about, sure.

Rhys, because her
father forced you to.

Your stepfather, because your
mother put the gun in your hand.

Your wife, to save
your own life.

I've always done what I
felt needed to be done.

That's very carefully stated.

I didn't think you'd want to
hear how killing makes me feel.

And what you wrote
here makes you feel…

Exhilarated.

It does. If it's for
the right reasons, yeah.

I have always wanted to protect
you… from… these parts of me.

And I was afraid that you would look at me
exactly the way you're looking at me now.

But this is still
me, Kate. I love you.

I need to get home.

You were doing
the right thing.

Suppressing who you are.

Killing on the page,
rather than in real life.

She should appreciate that. Shouldn't
she? What you've done for her.

It hasn't been easy.

But you've kept that
part of yourself at bay.

That wasn't a ghost.

Hey!

Wait, wait, wait, wait!
Don't, please!

I'm… Look, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Can you just put
that down, please?

Dickinson.

That'd be a way to
go out.

A cleaving in my head
As if my brain had split

Who are you?

I own the place.

- Who are you? How'd you get in here?
- Oh.

You should know there's
a window at the back. Um…

And I kinda shimmied
it.

I'm not stealing
anything, I swear.

So what are you doing?

Okay, I just… I walked past.

You know, I… I… I saw the for
sale sign and peeked in, and I…

I saw all the poor
books, just sitting here… lonely.

And I felt bad for them.

So I borrowed one.

- Borrowed?
- But I… I always bring them back.

Shit. Um, I do…

I realize I copped to breaking
into your store more than once,

but I just…

I can't stand the thought of them
just, like, rotting away in here.

I just… You know, a used
bookstore in the 21st century

doesn't stand a chance.

I guess you're turning this
place into condos or something.

- Actually, that's not...
- It's a fucking crime.

You can't fall in love
with places anymore

'cause their souls are getting slurped
up by capitalists like bone marrow.

All that's left of them is
empty husks of… "real estate."

And you're saying
I'm the soul slurper?

Sorry. But can you just… imagine what
this place was like in its heyday?

Places like this store…

It's like she's fighting
with the words of a former you.

That fire in her eyes.

Soulful, blue eyes.

Wait, wait. No.

…temples to who we are
and who we want to be and…

No, no. Not doing that. It's
not about her. It's this place.

Wait, I know you.

Hmm? What?

Oh, my God.
You're the… the guy.

You're, um… Prince Charming.
Uh… Joe… Goldberg, right?

Wow. How about that?

Um…

So maybe the kind
of guy who's just

totally cool with letting a
girl go who definitely broke in,

but promises to
never do it again.

Go… Yeah, go on. Go ahead.

Great. Getting going.

You know, is, um… Is there
any way I could just…

You know…

Uh, fine.

By the way, it's… It's "I felt a cleaving
in my mind, as if my brain had split."

Okay.

I see you.

Kate.

Hey, what's on your mind?

I've been thinking a
lot about Dad, lately.

Rest in peace.

You know, you never asked me

about the last deal he
and I worked on together.

The pipeline in Alberta.

You gonna
commit to your accusation there?

Hmm.

I'll make it easy.

Yes.

I leaked your secret
to that reporter.

Why?

After all these years?

You've lost the plot, huh?

You used to value my opinion.

Let me help keep you in line.

Stop you from making
destructive decisions.

But these initiatives…

God, you're like a dog with a bone.

Forcing these massive money sucks on us.

Blindsiding your own board.

Which you had no problem with.

Your daddy put you in that seat

because he thought you had what it takes
to run things. That killer instinct?

But instead…

How the fuck did you
let Reagan become CFO?

She hates you.

I won't lead from
a vindictive place.

No, no. You just deal with
her in an underhanded way.

Like a coward.

Because you came back
from London dulled,

with a simp of a husband
and a fucking kid.

That piece is coming out.

Your reputation is ruined.

The board will do
what it's got to.

I'll survive this.

That pipeline is old news and
the work I've done since...

Well, then I'll tell
them about Rhys Montrose.

I had you looked into.

Your time
over there in London…

Imagine my shock

covering up the murder
of a politician.

Question is… why?

If that version of you was the one
running this company…

Phew.

Anyway… If you try and fight
me, I'll make sure that gets out.

You, your husband, your kid…

You're all fucked.

You overplayed your
hand, little lady.

I had to burn you
for it, sorry to say.

Kate?

You were right
about Bob.

I'm sorry.

God, I was so sure
I could trust him.

Lying bastard.

You want to see
the best in people.

No, I'm an idiot.
I'm so egotistical,

allowing… allowing this huge
fucking blind spot to go unnoticed.

He knows. About Rhys.

Fuck. No.

What? What did you say?

Nothing. Fucking,
fucking nothing.

I gave him nothing.

But if I keep fighting
him, he will keep digging.

He'll find out
it was you who did it.

So what do we do?

I know what we promised.

I know how hard you've
worked to stay good.

But…

But if this gets out,
what we did in London,

I mean…It's… it's…
it's… it's our survival.

It's him, or us.

What are you saying?

You know what I'm saying.

It's been so long since
you've done this for real

and you have to get
this just right.

You know murder can be
messy, the variables.

You have to be nimble,
prepared for complications.

Is that camera unplugged?

It's just for show.

That's irresponsible and lucky.

Don't count on the luck lasting.

Alarm system unarmed
and… He's asleep?

Oh, Bob.

♪ Oh, the day we
met I went astray… ♪

What the hell?

Joe.

There it is. That look.

When they realize for as
long as they've known you,

they've never known you.

Kate told you.

Look, son. Son, this
is just business.

How dare you! Stop...

A little on the nose to
strangle the guy with a lasso.

Not much about Buffalo Bob isn't.

The bastard thought
he could come for you.

♪ Neither good nor bad ♪

Oh… You missed this.

You feel so fucking alive.

♪ To late to pray ♪

♪ Lord, I've paid the cost ♪

♪ On the lost highway ♪

♪ Now, boys Don't start
your ramblin' round… ♪

You're not done.

You have to finish this story.

An email to all interested
parties from Buffalo Bob Cain,

confessing he was a man with demons
who made up a lie about Kate,

regretted it, and retracted it,

before hanging himself.

♪ You started rollin' down ♪

♪ That lost highway ♪

A stop at my studio to dispose
of my clothes, take a quick shower,

and Kate not only sleeps
soundly, she stays clean.

They say writing is
feeding the beast.

You thought that's
what you were doing,

the beast wasn't sated 'cause
it's not about the murder.

You needed a feeling of purpose.

Now you have one again.

I didn't leave that light on.

That girl. Has to be.

Excuse me. Whoa, whoa!
It's me. It's me.

Shit. I almost
ruined your night.

What are you, a vampire?

Are you sleeping here?

Oh, um… Yeah. That's… Um…

People suck sometimes. It's
just easier to just be alone.

Yeah. I get that.

No wonder Mooney's speaks
to her the way it did to you.

Such a dumb idea. I'm sorry.

Uh, especially after how cool
you were the other night.

It's just so fucking
stupid.

I'm sorry. I am going.

Oh, I, uh… I brought
it back anyway.

What'd you think?

Of the book?

I've actually already
read all those.

I just needed a
refresher. I'm…

…kind of arguing with someone…
about, uh, Ibsen's feminism, so.

What's the argument?

Oh. Well, you know, how everybody
likes to call Ibsen a feminist

because of A Doll's
House and stuff…

You need this. You
can't let Mooney's go.

…but if you actually
read his words,

he explicitly preferred to
be called a humanist, which…

IMHO is a fucking
cop out.

What's your name?

It's, uh, Bronte.

No, it's not.

I know. Um… Anyway…

This place is who you are.

How would you like
to work here, Bronte?

Well, I just, I
thought you were, um…

I would love that.

She'll have heard by now
about Bob's quote-unquote "suicide."

So… how does this go?

We're okay.

I know.

I love you.

You… showed her all of you.
And you've never felt closer.

So, the big one
opens the front door,

and the little one
opens the office.

Okay.

And this is a recommendation.

- Pour moi?
- Oui.

Ibsen's Women.

Yeah. So, admittedly a little academic.
You might have read it already.

No, but I have been meaning to.

It supports your
friend's argument.

Oh.

Useless. No.

Know thy enemy.

Thanks.

This is real, right?

You are going to open the store
and I'm going to work here.

And this doesn't end in you, like,
making a book out of my skin.

Just, uh, good things like this
don't really fall into my lap.

Not to freak you out with my
vulnerability or whatever.

No, no, no. No, it's real.

Thank you.

See you tomorrow, boss.

You thought the only way

to have this life you cherish

was to deny who you really are.

But Kate allowed you
to do what you do best.

Protect your family.

You can be the new you…

and the old you.

It's all just… you.