All language subtitles for You.S05E02

[Joe] Previously on You...

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

All thanks to the one person
who could make it possible.

Forbes... brewing up some kind
of a hit piece about Kate.

It's impossible.

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

Your daddy put you in that seat

because he thought you had
what it takes to run things.

But instead you came
back from London dulled,

with a simp of a husband
and a fucking kid.

- [scoffing] He knows. About Rhys.
- [Joe] Fuck.

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

But if this gets
out, what we did...

It's him, or us.

What are you saying?

You know what I'm saying.

[Joe] The bastard thought
he could come for you.

How dare you! Stop...

[Joe] You've missed this.
You feel so fucking alive.

Wait, I know you. You're Prince
Charming. Joe... Goldberg, right?

- What's your name?
- Bronte.

- How would you like to work here, Bronte?
- I would love that. [chuckles]

[soft contemplative
music playing]

[Joe] Hello, you.

For years you've hidden
a part of yourself,

scared to jeopardize
your perfect life.

But after breaking
the seal with Bob,

- life feels different.
- [Bob shouts]

[Joe] Because you protected
the person you love.

- Finally you feel like you again.
- [Bob choking]

[Joe] You thought that to
live happily ever after

you had to bury your old self,

that love and acceptance

- weren't given to the bloodthirsty.
- [exhales]

But, like the vampire, Louis,

you've learned that
sometimes blood is the path

to a richer, realer existence.

It's more than a fresh start.

It's a resurrection.

And it feels fantastic.

[low dramatic music playing]

[mellow music playing]

[Joe] You've never seen
your wife so relaxed.

No more 6:00 a.m.
check-ins from Bob.

All because you helped her
crush the insurrection.

- [liquid pouring]
- [cutlery clatters]

- [news playing indistinctly]
- Breakfast burritos again?

They're so good, Mom.

[music fades]

- They look rather greasy.
- You say that like it's a bad thing.

[Kate chuckles softly]

Oh, my Good Lord. In a few years, I
won't be able to tell you two apart.

[Henry] Can we go
to a museum today?

What about school? I thought you were
gonna ace that spelling test, right?

I know, but I really want
to see the piranha exhibit.

Maybe this weekend, bub,
okay? Go, brush your teeth.

Wonder what that was about?

I think he just wants to
spend more time with you.

Like father, like son.

- Oh, really?
- Hmm.

Well, that's nice.

Mmm, you smell good.

- Do I?
- Hmm.

- What's gotten into you this morning?
- It's the burrito.

[chuckling] Oh, my gosh.

[newscaster] ...sending shockwaves to
the New York corporate world and beyond.

- [volume increases]
- Remembering Robert "Buffalo Bob" Cain,

one week after we lost
the Texas Cowboy magnate.

[pensive music playing]

[remote control clatters]

You okay?

I just can't help,
uh, but worry.

I told you.

I was careful.

You can't blame her for being
paranoid. She's not used to this.

What about those pages I read?
You've destroyed them, right?

Along with all
your other writing.

All?

You wrote about murdering
a man who ended up dead.

Those pages and all your
other murder fiction

can't see the light of day.

Promise me you'll burn them.

[Joe] Her concern's valid.

But your musings deserve
better than a fire,

especially when you've
locked them away.

A secret just for you.

Of course.

Thank you.

["On the Run" by
Glass Animals playing]

♪ I swear that I try,
swear that I try ♪

♪ Just to get it
all the right way ♪

- [shop bell tinkles]
- [horn honks]

- [door closes]
- Uh, what is that?

Isn't it gorgeous?

I found it on the street.

Can you believe that?

I think it's giving, like,
Edgar Allan Poe post-menty-B,

which I think could
actually be its own subgenre

of cottage-core
e-boy maximalism.

I have no idea
what you just said,

but this... No, that's not
coming any further. I'm sorry.

Come on! It just...

- It needs a light wipe-down.
- Ah!

A light... Have you
heard of bedbugs?

Oh! Okay.

Is the rich guy afraid of things
other people have touched?

[Joe] Is she flirting?

This is literally
a used bookstore.

[chuckles] Books don't count.

Not since Warren Buffett wrote that
books are one of the best investments

outside of stocks,
property and art.

- So she's a playwright...
- Hmm.

...who reads the Financial
Times as well as Ibsen.

It's very impressive.

Are you flirting?

She also reads fairy smut, so...
Gotta keep my portfolio diversified.

[Joe] Definitely flirting.

[inhales] Plus, I think if
I'm going to be working here,

I need to learn to sell
to your kind of people.

What do you mean,
"my kind of people"?

[chuckles] You know, rich folks.

You know, I saw a
picture of you in The Cut

at a charity dinner where a
plate cost more than my kidneys.

And you were sat next to the
Prince of... [clicks tongue]

[Joe] Hmm.

- Denmark.
- Right.

The Prince of Denmark.

So, why aren't you gallivanting
through Copenhagen?

What are you doing here?

- Inventory.
- [Bronte] Huh.

[distant siren wailing]

I just didn't expect
you to be around.

Isn't this place
a tax write-off?

I actually worked
here for years.

Oh. To seem more interesting
while attending Columbia?

I didn't go to college. I
was here making a living.

Well, then you should know

that you can't afford rent in this
city on my paycheck. [chuckles]

But who needs central heating

when you have Lady Chatterley's
Lover to keep you warm?

You're... You're not still
sleeping here, are you?

[inhales] Uh...

Sometimes. [chuckles]

It's temporary. I just...

I was staying with an
ex and it was bad vibes.

Would five bucks more an hour
help pay for your own place?

Wow. [chuckles] You really
have no idea, do you?

- [Joe] Okay. I get it.
- Mm-hmm.

I get it, I do. You think
that I'm not real people.

But I am. So how's this?

Eight dollars more per hour,

and that's officially, like, three
times more than I ever made here.

You can't just throw
money at everything, Joe.

I'm not a charity case.

[Joe] Hmm.

No. Of course not. No...

[laughing] I'm just giving you
shit. I will always take your money.

[Joe] How can someone be so frustrating
and utterly captivating at once?

Flirting is fine.
Flirting is safe.

Like your writing, it's a healthy
place to put things, rather than...

This bookshelf, did
you... Did you move that?

Oh, yeah. I was sweeping earlier
and it was kind of in my way.

- [suspenseful music playing]
- What's in there?

Guaranteed tetanus shot.
It's just some old storage,

but it's a little bit
dangerous. So... stay out.

- Okay.
- [book thuds]

Whatever you say, boss.

[cell phone ringing]

[music fades]

"The Baisley School."

Isn't that place more
expensive than Yale?

So real people.

Hello?

Whoa, whoa. What do
you mean "an incident"?

[indistinct chatter]

- Joe.
- Hey, Henry got in a fight?

Wait until I get my hands on the
little shit who messed with him.

[children chattering]

There he is.

Oh, why is Henry
talking to a cop?

Because Henry is a monster.

Reagan. Oh, my
God. What happened?

He broke my daughter's nose.

Gretchen claims that the attack
was completely unprovoked

and Henry's refusing to
tell his side of the story.

Which is normal when a child is grappling
with shame around their actions.

Was it really necessary
to call the police?

Look, that was
Gretchen's parents' call.

Dr. Val, this is... [sighs]
This is very unlike Henry.

He didn't wanna go to school
today, which is really odd.

Something must have happened. He
would never do this without a reason.

[Dr. Val] That might be true.

But here at Baisley, we have a
zero tolerance for violence policy.

[inhales] I'm here to
give a clinical opinion

so the school can decide
the best course of action.

Now, I would love to get a sense of
Henry's history, if you don't mind.

Yeah.

Now, has Henry ever exhibited
violent behavior before?

- Never, no.
- No.

What about his
early development?

Henry's earliest years
weren't the most stable.

[hesitates] Yes, and we can assure you
that his home life is very stable now.

Instability in those first few
years have long-term effects.

Can we stay in the present? We
don't know what happened yet.

Well, we do know that your son
punched a little girl, Mr. Goldberg.

And now that he has exhibited signs
of violence, we need to figure out...

This is one
out-of-character incident.

My son isn't violent. Our
son isn't violent. [chuckles]

I'm picking up on a
little resistance here.

Now, I would never
dare to presume,

but did you experience
violence as a child?

[suspenseful music playing]

- [Sandy] Stop! Get off of me!
- [slaps]

No.

- Or perhaps you acted out yourself?
- [gunshot echoes]

Why are we talking about me?
If you're reading resistance,

it's because I don't like the idea
of my son being classified as violent

after one incident.

Sounds like I'm
striking a chord.

Look, I just want to
know what happened.

It doesn't make sense
that Henry would do this.

Of course. And we
will investigate.

But in the meantime, we're
going to have to suspend him.

[inhales] And if Reagan
decides to press charges,

we'll have no choice
but to expel Henry.

[music fades]

- [horn blares outside]
- [man shouting indistinctly]

- [distant siren wailing]
- [box thuds]

[sighs]

[suspenseful music playing]

[grunting]

[man on video] Apply a little
tension to the cylinder.

Now, align the first safety pin
on the bottom part of the keyhole,

and then align the second safety pin
in order to lift the pins inside,

so that the upper pin
is above the shear line.

Keeping a little tension on the cylinder
will keep the pins from falling back down.

That's important.
Also, be careful

- not to put the lower pins...
- [lock clicks]

...above the shear line
as this will also...

- [door creaking]
- Shit.

- [shop bell tinkling]
- Welcome to Mooney's. Pretty cool, right?

Hey, Bronte? You here?

[Henry] Ooh! A ladder!

[Joe] Yeah. Yeah, just be
careful, because it moves.

All right? So...

Bronte? Where are you?

Oh. Hey. Thought
I heard something.

Who is this lady-killer?

[Joe] Unfortunate
turn of phrase.

This is Henry.
Henry, meet Bronte.

Oh! Hi, Henry.

[inhales] Whatcha
reading? What do you got?

Oh! The Hobbit. That's nice.

Who's your favorite character?
And why is it Smaug?

What? Thorin all the way.

Okay. You always root
for the good guys, huh?

That is noble of you. But, uh,
I prefer the baddies myself.

[Joe] Was that for you? Are you a
baddie? Not... Not in front of the kid.

Uh, no school today?

[clicks tongue] Oh, well...

I got suspended.

[chuckles] Okay,
so he is a baddie.

[soft whimsical music playing]

That's... terrible.

Uh... That's bad, Henry.

[inhales] I'll, uh...
I'll let you guys...

Leave you to it. Um...

I'm gonna go back to what
I was doing. Right...

[distant siren wailing]

[sighs] Hey, bub.

Do you understand why
you were suspended?

Yes, because I hit Gretchen.

I know it was wrong.

[Joe] You've taught him well,
instilled morals, not violence.

He's a nice boy who made a
mistake and deeply regrets it.

Can you tell me what happened?

It's okay. I won't be
upset. You can tell me.

She said my mom was a killer.

[Joe] What the fuck?

I called her a liar, but she said
she heard her mom talking about it.

[Joe] Fucking Reagan carelessly
exposing Henry's birth mother, Love,

in front of her
bigmouth daughter.

Henry, I'm sorry that
she said that to you.

Is it true, what Gretchen said?

[Joe] Here's the conversation
you've been dreading for years.

Honesty is the best policy,

but you too were once a kid

who was introduced to the
concept of murder too soon.

He's never gonna hurt us again.

[Joe] You'll tell him
the truth one day.

For now, you'd rather
preserve your son's innocence

for as long as possible.

Your first mom
loved you so much,

and she was very sick, which
is why she isn't here with us.

Right?

But, no, what Gretchen
said isn't true.

All right, bub, you can go
upstairs. No screens, though, okay?

[elevator doors close]

[sighs]

Oh! What is this for?

[Kate] I've invited Reagan
and Harrison over for dinner.

- What?
- She's telling everyone about Henry.

I had to act fast.

Oh, fuck.

We need to make peace tonight
before she decides to press charges.

[Joe] Kate thinks she
can appease Reagan,

but you know you can't
negotiate with a terrorist.

[Kate] She'll be lobbing
grenades all night.

But if it diffuses
even some of her rage,

it will be worth it.

I really need you
on my side tonight.

[cutlery clinking]

Laura, can you just give us
one moment? Thank you so much.

Yeah, I'm sorry.

[soft contemplative
music playing]

If this is what you want, sure,

but you need to know that Reagan is
the reason Henry punched Gretchen.

She was telling kids at school
Henry's birth mom was a murderer.

Apparently, she
heard Reagan say it.

Christ. Poor Henry.

I can't believe Reagan would talk
about that in front of a child.

We need a game plan for tonight.

[Joe] There's always
a meat grinder.

What Reagan did was careless,

but she holds a grudge
like it's her second job.

We can be the
bigger people here.

[Joe] She's right.
You can be cool-headed

and still defend your
family against the Gorgon.

We can be the perfect hosts.

Charm Reagan into submission.

Thank you.

[music fades]

- [doorbell rings]
- [soft jazz music playing over speakers]

Reagan... [exhales]
Harrison, welcome.

Come in. No Gretchen?

We thought it best she stay home,
seeing how she's been maimed.

[Joe] She does love
hyperbole. Look sympathetic.

She's just resting.
Probably playing Fortnite.

[scoffs] Our daughter's been
traumatized. Don't minimize it.

[Joe] First castration of the night,
but Harrison can take the hit.

A former NFL player who suffered
one too many concussions,

his options were
limited. Lucky for him,

it doesn't take a genius
to be a trophy husband.

That's a shame. Henry would
have loved to apologize.

Oh. Well, his excuse will have to
wait until after her rhinoplasty.

- [doorbell rings]
- [Joe] Saved by the bell.

- I'll get it.
- [huffs]

[Joe] Oh.

- Maddie!
- Hi, Boo-Boo! [kisses]

- Hi, Kate.
- Hi...

Hi, everyone.

This is Kenton.

Howdy. Thanks for having me.

You're most welcome, Kenton.

Um... [sputters] We just
weren't expecting either of you.

Maddie's here for moral support.

[Joe] What she really means is she
needs the numbers to gang up on Kate.

Oh! Whole gang's here, I see.

What are you doing here?

Just supporting Kate.

You mean weaseling your
head further up her asshole?

Really vying for that
board seat, aren't you?

- [Maddie chuckles]
- So lovely to see you too.

[Joe] Well, this
ought to be fun.

[Kate] Shall we?

[Joe] There's a reason we
only eat with the family

at Thanksgiving and funerals.

You could drive a tank
through the silence.

How are the truffles? They're
from the same vendor as Babbo.

I don't care for parasites.

Truffles are good. The drizzle
is a little bit sweet, though.

- I think my sugar's gonna skyrocket.
- [Kenton] Diabetic?

Mm-hmm. Type 1.

[inhales] Though it might just
be those sweet lips of yours.

[Joe] Clearly a
match made in heaven.

Are we really here to
discuss the food, Kate?

I was gonna wait until the main course,
but yeah, sure, we can speed things along.

- [Reagan] Hmm.
- It means a lot

that, despite everything,
we can come together.

I think we can all agree that
our family isn't exactly...

[chuckles] ...the warm,
fuzzy, [sniffles] type.

[Joe] Understatement
of the century.

[Kate] But who can blame us?

I mean, since we were in nappies,
Dad pitted us against each other.

You're not trying to blame
Daddy for what Henry did.

Oh, look, Rae's
interrupting. Again.

Even since Dad's passing,

I've tried to make this
work for all of us,

but I clearly
haven't done enough,

and I'd like to change that.

[Joe] Where's she
going with this?

[Kate] I thought
it might be nice

to escape the city and the
office just for a few days.

What about a trip
to the Hamptons?

Like when we were kids.

Before things got so tense.

I'm actually super
into this. [laughs]

Kenton, you have to come.

The family house,
it's so magical.

It's not the family
house, it's Kate's house.

Daddy left it to her, as if
the company weren't enough.

[Joe] Bitter, party of one.

Kate, I will not be manipulated
by trips and desperate speeches.

Tonight is about your son.

And the irreparable damage he did
to my daughter's beautiful face.

And I would like to know what
you plan on doing about it.

[gasps] What if they
pay for the nose job?

That would be a
suitable first step.

Done.

What would be an acceptable
second step for you, Reagan?

Well, obviously he can't
go back to Baisley.

[chuckles] I mean,
there are other schools

more capable of dealing
with a child with needs.

- Needs?
- [Reagan] Mm-hmm.

[clicks tongue]

And... [exhales]

I want an apology
from both of you.

[tense music playing]

Admitting that your
complete failure as parents

is what led to Henry's
violent behavior.

- Rae...
- [Joe] She's got to be fucking kidding.

This is about accountability.

And Henry needs
special attention.

After he was abandoned,

and then yanked from his old home
and thrown directly into yours,

he should've been in
therapy immediately.

- Listen, Reagan...
- I apologize.

We take full accountability.

Henry should have known better, and
the fact that he didn't is my fault.

[Joe] Fuck being nice.

She's a miserable succubus

who will stop at nothing until
we're groveling at her feet.

- [music fades]
- [horns blaring]

[indistinct chatter]

[suspenseful music playing]

[door creaking]

[suspenseful music continues]

[lights thud]

[gasps]

Holy shit.

[exhales]

[dramatic music playing]

Oh, my God, it's
the fucking mecca.

[camera shutter clicks]

[camera shutter clicks]

[door lock clicks]

[dramatic music intensifies]

No, no, no, no, no. [gasps]

No, no, no.

Oh, fuck. Okay... [exhales]

Fuck. [exhales] Shit.

[breathing shakily] Oh.

Fuck. [exhales shakily]

Fuck. [breathing heavily]

- [music fades]
- [vibrates]

[Reagan] Kate gave
an okay apology.

Joe?

Is there anything
you'd like to add?

[Joe] She wants you to demean
yourself in front of the whole family.

Can you do that for your son?

Reagan, Harrison.

I apologize for
Henry's behavior.

And I never condone
violence for any reason.

I take my son's actions
as a personal failure.

I can assure you that
this won't happen again.

[scoffs softly]

[inhales] I don't believe you.

[Joe] What?

Caught on a fucking wheel.

You know what I can't believe?

That you can sit here
and call us bad parents

when the reason our
children got into this fight

was because you were gossiping
about me and my late wife

in front of your eight-year-old.

What are you talking about?

Gretchen was teasing Henry,

telling the whole school about how you
were calling his birth mom a murderer.

[tense music playing]

[Reagan softly] Oh.

[breathes shakily]

I wasn't talking
about Love Quinn.

I was talking about Katie.

I think you had
Uncle Bob killed.

[Joe] Oh, fuck.

- [Maddie gasps]
- Should I leave?

- Shh.
- [Kate] That's ridiculous.

Reagan, Bob killed himself.

Yeah? And how many
of Daddy's friends

just killed themselves when
they got in his way, hmm?

I mean, you were always Daddy's favorite
because of your, uh... [inhales]

What did he call it, Maddie?

"Killer instinct"?

[Kate] Hmm.

Pretty convenient that Bob had
a sudden rush of depression

right before he was about to call for
a vote of no confidence against you.

[Kate] Uh...

[Teddy laughs, claps]

Wow. Rae, wow.

I love it when the self-ordained
highest IQ in the family

acts so fucking
stupid. [inhales]

[music fades]

Of course Kate knew about
the no-confidence vote.

What good CEO wouldn't?

But she didn't have Bob killed.

And how are you so sure
about that, dog trainer?

Because you did it?

Because I saw the security
footage of his death myself.

[Joe] He's lying.

Oh. Well, if there's footage,
then I want to see it.

[suspenseful music playing]

I erased it. No one
needs to see that.

[chuckles] Again, how
fucking convenient.

[Kate] That's enough.

Joe and I have done
everything that you've asked.

We've apologized and we've
taken accountability. [inhales]

So why are you still
trying to punish me?

What more do you want?

What I want... [exhales]

...is for you to
step down as CEO.

I'm so sick of watching
you use the company

to stroke your own ego.

And so was Bob.

And I don't know exactly
what he had on you.

But I do know it was enough
that you needed him gone.

You're a killer,
Kate. Just own it.

Don't speak to my wife that way.

Oh, eat a dick, Joseph. [scoffs]

I mean, who even are you
and your bad seed son,

but another thing that Kate
took on to look more virtuous?

Reagan.

I am digging into everything
that you have ever done.

And I will find out exactly
what Bob had on you.

[Joe] We were looking
at the wrong monster.

If Bob was a guillotine,

Reagan's a fucking nuke.

I am coming for everything.

Your job.

Your son.

- Your pathetic fucking family.
- [door opens]

[gasps] Oh!

- Shut up!
- [Kate] Henry!

Oh, my God! He just
threw a knife at me!

- Okay, hey...
- [gasps] I told you he was violent.

- [Kate] Henry! Come back!
- Rae, are you okay?

All right.

I think it's time you
all got the fuck out.

[music fades]

[soft music playing]

[Joe] We'll talk about
throwing knives tomorrow.

For now, your little
warrior needs his sleep.

[switch clicks]

No telling how much of
Reagan's cruel tirade he heard.

[music becomes pensive]

Now our Reagan problem
has only gotten worse.

You know what you'd
like to do about it.

But would Kate agree?

[music fades]

- [cork squeaks]
- Is he down? [exhales]

He may need a check-in later. I've
not seen him this upset before.

Ever since Bob,
everything's gone wrong.

It feels like we're
being punished.

[chuckles softly] First
Henry and now Reagan.

She just accused you of killing
Bob in a room full of people.

That's a problem.

Well, thanks to Teddy, she
may have moved off that.

For now, anyway...

[Joe] Either Teddy lied
about the existence of a tape

or lied about what he saw on it.

We can trust Teddy.

Reagan is another story.

What if I talk to Reagan the
same way I talked to Bob?

Joe, you...

[tense music playing]

You can't think that's
a reasonable response.

She's not gonna stop,
Kate. You heard her.

If she has people
looking into you,

they're bound to discover
what Bob had on both of us.

Joe, no. We are obviously
not killing my sister.

Forget it. We'll just...
We'll find another way.

- Your sister...
- Stop it! That is not who we are.

"Not who we are."

There isn't a line I wouldn't
cross to protect this family.

So... So, wait, what? You...

[softly] You want
us to kill everyone

who becomes suspicious of us
for the rest of our lives.

Where does it end?

It ends when you and
me and Henry are safe.

We go... We go through lawyers.

Everything above board.

We'll request mediation
for the school.

And, uh, then we'll
get Henry into therapy.

[sputtering] I'm
sorry. Why is...

Why is Henry being
put into therapy?

Because he has been
through so much.

Truth is, he should have
spoken to someone by now.

- [slams table]
- So you... You agree with Reagan.

Absolutely not. But there is
violence on all sides of our family.

Ah, right. But he couldn't
have inherited it from you.

So this is about me, isn't it?

I'm violent, so my son is
going to be violent too.

Me and my bad orphan seed.

Oh, I never said that.
I would never say that.

But it can't hurt to give him
more help than he may need.

Know what makes kids violent?

When the people who are supposed to
love them turn their backs on them.

[pensive music playing]

Kate voicing concern about Henry's nature
is a pain you hoped you'd never feel.

Reagan is fucking poison, and
she's infecting everything.

[cell phone vibrates]

[music becomes ominous]

[music fades]

[suspenseful music playing]

[switch clicks]

[gasps] Oh, my God.

Oh! Thank God.

I've been in here for hours.

I tried calling you, but there's no
fucking signal in here. It's freezing.

I told you not to come in here.

Well, yeah, which is exactly how you
make someone want to come down here.

What even is this, like, booby-trapped
rich person panic room shit?

And why does it lock
from the outside?

It's what you have to do when people
break into places they shouldn't.

[scoffs] You ever heard
of a safe deposit box?

Have you ever heard of following
basic fucking instructions?

[suspenseful music continues]

[keys jingling]

Are you going to let
me out, or... [exhales]

[music fades]

What were you doing in here?

I was looking.

I figured that the rare books might
be down here, so I wanted to see them.

So you picked a lock?

Could you let me out, please? I am
really claustrophobic. [inhales]

- [keys jingle]
- [tense music playing]

[sighs] Fuck. Okay. Um...

I was taking pictures of the
books to send to a buyer.

I thought I might be
able to sell one. [sighs]

I'm really sorry, it's just...

When I heard how much some
of these could go for...

Just one book could pay off all my debt,
and put up my play for an entire month.

So you were going to steal
from me to put up your play?

Uh, well, after the debt. The
debt is the important part.

[inhales] This is the real reason you
were breaking into the store, isn't it?

No, no. Honestly... Uh...
I love this place. I...

[sighs]

I'm fucking desperate.

Am I supposed to
feel bad for you?

[scoffs] Well, I wouldn't expect
someone like you to understand.

[inhales]

[keys jingling]

- You're fired.
- Mm-hmm.

I don't ever want to see
you in this store again.

[lock clicks]

[music fades]

I read your writing.

Your... Your box of
typewritten pages, right?

[Joe] Shit. So much
for locking it away.

It's decent, Joe.

[suspenseful music playing]

You know, a lot of writers experiment
with anti-heroes, and I'm here for it.

But your protagonist is a
serial killer with no backstory.

No flaws. No wounds.

My gut says that you
have more in you, so...

What are you hiding from?

What am I hiding from?
That's a great question.

Maybe I did one wrong
thing when I was a boy,

and I got cast out like garbage.

Lost my mother, lost my home,
people saw me as damaged goods,

and I got dragged
through the system,

only to end up somehow a Lockwood
where nobody understands.

Because while they slept on silk
sheets, I slept on that fucking floor,

locked in the cage.

[suspenseful music continues]

[exhales]

I'm sorry.

But, uh...

It's nice to meet the real you.

[Joe] Bronte is a liar and a thief,
but it turns out she's right.

You have been hiding.

Even after resurrecting
your old self,

some part of you
is still afraid.

Afraid your family couldn't
love the darkest parts of you.

But now you realize this part of
you makes you a better husband

and a better father.

Because unlike your own parents,
you won't fail your son.

You won't let some heartless
monster take his future away.

You will make sure Henry never has
to face the hardships you overcame,

because while Kate is a good mother,
she can't handle what needs to be done.

But you can.

[suspenseful music continues]

You'll put Reagan in your
cage, interrogate her,

find out what investigation
she's set into motion,

then kill her.

The world will believe
she's disappeared,

but you'll know the truth.
Reagan Lockwood is dead.

Kate can't know what
you're up to. Not yet.

Eventually you'll tell her the
truth, and she'll understand.

You had no other choice.

Only one more thing
to take care of.

[music fades]

[elevator doors open]

[exhales wearily]
Thank God you called.

[inhales] It is chaos at home.

Fiyah decided Daddy's new Armani

would look better with
mac and cheese on it.

Well, don't spill this.
It's your favorite.

Now, let's make your
evening better. Come sit.

[inhales]

I wanted to tell you, to your face,
that I'm... I'm nominating you.

For the open board
seat. For Bob's seat.

- I... I... I... Sorry, I thought we...
- [Kate chuckles]

...had to wait for
things to settle down.

Yes. Well, uh, after
that disastrous dinner,

it seems clear that things
will never settle down.

- That was some dinner.
- Mmm.

Look, it was still nice to finally
see someone stick it to that tyrant.

[inhales] That was some
accusation she made.

Did you really see

footage of Bob's death, or...
[inhales] were you lying?

I prefer... bluffing.

[soft music playing]

[chuckles]

Why?

If there were,

would I have seen anything other
than Bob taking his own life?

I have no reason to think that.

But I... It meant a lot to
know you were in my corner.

Whether you had
proof of that or not.

I... am in your corner,
Kate. I've always been.

After years of being ignored,

left out of family gatherings,

Tom's will...

[Kate] Hmm.

You have no idea
how much it means.

[door opens]

[suspenseful music playing]

[Joe] Reagan may be the easiest
person you've ever tracked.

She has a "first in,
last out" policy.

[suspenseful music continues]

Shit. Where is she?

[footsteps approaching]

Drinking alone, 'cause who
would want to drink with her?

Wait, where is she going?

[footsteps approaching]

Fuck. You knew she coveted Kate's job,
of course that includes her office.

- [bottle thuds]
- What is she up to?

[speaker thuds]

[switch clicks]

- ["Take It Off" by FISHER and Aatig plays]
- ♪ Take it off ♪

♪ Slow, steady, undress ♪

[Joe] Heinous taste in
music, no surprise there.

♪ Take it off ♪

- [bottle thuds]
- ♪ Slow, steady, undress ♪

♪ Success ♪

[Joe] What the hell?

♪ Take it off ♪

[Joe] Could it be?

Someone's about to
handle this for you?

♪ Impress ♪

♪ Take it off ♪

♪ Slow, steady, undress ♪

- [man] Got you, bitch!
- [Reagan gasps] Oh, God.

- [man] Come here! Stop!
- [Reagan] Stop! Please don't!

- [man] Come here! [grunts]
- [Reagan] Rape! Help!

[Joe] No, no, no, no, no.
Is he... Is he going to...

[Joe] You dreamed of Reagan's
brutal and untimely death,

but can you sit
here and allow this?

- No. No. You can't.
- [man] Shit.

[man grunts]

- Hang on, babe.
- [Joe] "Babe"?

[Harrison] Oh! [exhales]

I'm not used to
wearing pants when...

[Joe] Harrison? You've
got to be kidding me.

She's playing out some messed-up
sex fantasy with her husband.

- [pants]
- [Harrison] My legs are burning up. Oh.

- [coughs]
- [Harrison grunts]

[Joe] Well, all right.

You were sure they hadn't even
touched each other in years.

[gasping] I can't
breathe. I need air holes.

[Harrison grunts, pants]

[grunts] I can't rip it.
Maybe we just ditch it?

[panting] You can have
regular hot office sex.

[panting] No.
Scissors. Get scissors.

- Okay. Okay. Yeah.
- Go.

Oh, God.

[Reagan groans]

[Joe] Not sure you'll survive
witnessing your evil sister-in-law

getting fake-raped by her
golden retriever husband.

- [suspenseful music playing]
- [Reagan inhales deeply]

- [Reagan sighs]
- [bottle thuds]

- [thuds]
- [Reagan groans]

[Harrison panting] God.

[dramatic music playing]

[Harrison] No. What are you
doing? [sputters] Open the door.

- Babe?
- [banging on door]

Babe, this isn't funny.

[music fades]

[suspenseful music playing]

[lights buzzing]

[gasps softly]

What? What is this?

[groaning]

[breathing heavily]

[grunts]

[Joe] It's been ages since you
put a monster in this cage.

Since you heard its screams,
then silenced them for good.

[loudly] Harrison?

Hey! [breathing shakily]

[grunts]

[breathing heavily] Hello?

[suspenseful music intensifies]

Help!

- [beeping]
- [Joe] Your problems are different now.

[music fades]

Feels good to know you can still take
care of them the way you used to.

[distant siren wailing]

[typewriter clacking]

You thought writing was just an outlet,
but Bronte saw some value in your work.

In you.

It feels different putting your pain
on the page. It's fucking liberating.

And it's all thanks to a set
of annoyingly good notes.

[shop bell tinkling]

- [door closes]
- [keys jingling]

[Bronte] You rang?

[Joe] Yeah, you left this.

[sighs] But also, I
owe you an apology.

Oh, so do I.

Uh, for breaking in and
for almost stealing.

But please, you have the floor.

I'm sorry. For... firing you.

And for some of the things
I said, 'cause you're right,

I have been hiding
certain things.

Even in my writing.

That... the world you live
in wouldn't understand.

[Joe] But she does.

[inhales]

I want to offer
you your job back.

[scoffs] You're not afraid I'll
try to steal from you again?

No, I did install cameras.

Perv. [inhales] But that's fair.

You couldn't pay me to go
in that basement again.

There is one more thing.

[soft music playing]

- Okay. Okay.
- Come on.

[Joe] Your marriage may not be
perfect, but you won't self-sabotage.

She's simply a girl
who needs help.

And what you do is help people.

So it's yours. If you want it.

You don't have to crash with
your bad vibes ex anymore.

You're giving me an apartment?

Yeah, you are sleeping downstairs still,
right? And this place is sitting empty.

Like, why?

Why would you do this
for me? What's the catch?

[music fades]

- [keys jingle]
- [tense music playing]

Is, uh... Is everything okay?

Yeah. [scoffs] Yeah,
it's just, uh...

[breathes deeply]

Oh, fuck it. I
need to be honest.

I read that vapid self-help
book by Sherry and Cary Conrad.

- Caging.
- Oh.

Well, shit.

Yeah. Um, and they said that
it was your late wife's idea

to put them in a
cage in Madre Linda.

And I've been pretending I don't
know anything about your life,

but you're low-key famous.

So I guess when I
saw a cage here,

it just kind of... [inhales]
freaked me out a little bit.

And I know it's for books. Uh, I'm
not accusing you of anything, okay?

It's just... [inhales]

This just feels messy. I
just... I think I should go.

She got the idea from me.

I told her how Mr. Mooney used to
lock me in the cage as punishment.

He was strengthening me,
right? And she... [inhales]

Um...

[pensive music playing]

Do you have any idea
how it feels to know

that the person you trusted most

used your childhood trauma
to harm other people?

- Oh, my God. I'm such an asshole.
- No, no, no, no, you're smart.

You are. You ask the tough questions.
It's what I respect about you. Look.

[music fades]

[keys jingle]

The apartment and the job
are yours, if you want them.

- [keys clatter]
- No pressure, obviously.

[distant siren wailing]

Okay.

There's really no catch?

No catch.

- [Bronte] Mm-hmm.
- [soft music playing]

I don't sleep with
married men, okay?

No, no, this... [chuckles]
This is nothing like that.

I can see how it...
it reads like that.

I thought you had a
good take on my writing.

I was hoping you
might read more.

[gasps softly]

- [keys scrape, jingle]
- Okay.

- You got a deal.
- All right.

We'll help each other.
That's as far as it'll go.

But there is one more
thing you've been hiding.

En garde!

Since the moment Henry was born,

you have been afraid

he might have
violence in his blood.

[groaning] Oh! All right, lay down
your sword, young sir. Please sit down.

I have something I
wanna talk to you about.

Whether that's a
real thing or not,

holding back the truth isn't
the way to protect him.

Do you remember when you asked
me about your... your first mom?

Mommy Love?

Yeah.

Yeah, I wasn't being truthful.

Yeah, sometimes when
people are... sick,

they can do... bad things.

[gentle music playing]

But that doesn't change the
fact that she loved you so much,

and there's nothing
to be ashamed of.

What if I'm sick too?

You're not sick.

You didn't hit Gretchen or throw
the knife because you're sick.

You did it because you
were trying to protect us.

But that's my job.

That's what dads do.

It was never your blood
that made you this way.

It was life.

What happened to you will
never happen to Henry.

But you understand now
that Kate was right.

A little extra
help couldn't hurt.

Everyone gets scared or mad or
overprotective every now and then,

but talking about those feelings
makes them not feel so bad anymore.

So what would you think
if I found someone,

someone really, really cool for
you to talk to about your feelings?

Would you like that?

Okay.

[Joe] Okay. All right.

- [Kate sighs deeply]
- [music fades]

Seems like that went well.

Yeah. Yeah, all
things considered.

[sighs deeply] Oh.

[inhales]

I'm sorry about the
other night. [sighs]

It's my family. It's my mess.

And you're right about Reagan.

She needs to be stopped.

[Joe] Finally,
she's coming around.

But most of all, I'm... I'm
sorry for shutting you down

when I should have been
clearer where I'm coming from.

[soft solemn music playing]

I promised myself when we
brought Henry to live with us,

when we made this family,

that I'd be the
parent I'd never had.

Not morally compromised
like my father,

or a tragic enabler
like my mother.

You're nothing like
either of them.

But I was.

When I asked you to...

What we did with Bob, we are...

We're never doing anything
like that ever again.

We did what we had to do.

No, it was a
moment... of weakness.

And Henry deserves
parents who are good.

Who keep their hands and
their consciences clean.

My conscience is clean.
I did it for Henry.

I did it for our family.

What?

[inhales]

When you said you felt
exhilarated when you handled Bob,

it scared me.

[Joe] You thought
she was grateful.

That she accepted all of you.

Are you only doing
this to protect us,

or is there something
else you can't control?

[Joe] But the truth is,
she doesn't see you at all.

- [cell phone ringing]
- [Kate sighs]

[Joe] You'll stick to the plan, find
out what Reagan knows, then kill her.

Only now, you realize you can
never tell Kate the truth.

She won't believe
Reagan disappeared,

so your cover story will
have to be ironclad.

[Kate] Are you having a fucking laugh?
You're pressing charges against Henry?

- My lawyer will rip your asshole apart.
- [woman over cell phone] I warned you.

[Joe] Wait...

- Your delinquent son is just the start.
- [Joe] What?

I'm gonna make your
whole family pay.

Blood will have blood.

[Joe] No. No. It can't be.

You added a lock,
checked it three times.

How the fuck did she get through
the door? Not to mention the cage.

- She couldn't have.
- [beeping]

[door creaking]

[suspenseful music playing]

[gasps]

Boo-Boo? Is that you?

[Joe] There is only one person
who's ever called you Boo-Boo.

Which means she was fucking her
sister's husband. And that would mean...

Maddie...

You caged the wrong twin.

[dramatic music rises]

[music fades]

[gripping instrumental
music playing]