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Thank you. It was lovely.

I love you. This was so fun.

-Thank you. Mwah.
-Drive carefully.

-Goodbye. Goodbye.
-Mmm.

-Lovely seeing you both.
-Love you.

-Mmm.
-See you soon. Oh, it's delicious. Yum.

♪ The root connection ♪

♪ She is connecting...

-Good night.
-Good night.

♪ Here I go and I
don't know why ♪

♪ I fell so ceaselessly ♪

♪ Could it be he's
taking over me? ♪

♪ I'm dancing barefoot ♪

♪ Heading for a spin ♪

♪ Some strange
music draws me in ♪

♪ Makes me come on
like some heroine ♪

Jesus Christ.

Adam.

Oh, my God. Adam.

Baby? Baby?

Jesus Christ.

Oh...

Oh, God.

Oh, Jesus. Oh, my God.

911.
What's your emergency?

I need an ambulance.

My husband is covered in
blood and he's not responding.

What's the address?

429 Lower Woodside.

Okay, we're sending
someone right away.

Are you alone in the house?

I don't know.

Ma'am, can you get outside
to wait for the ambulance?

Yeah.

Okay.

Hey, Claire, just
looking for my mom.

Yeah. Oh, she's right there.

New York Times did
a push notification.

They will alert you to
almost anything these days.

"Chloe Taylor, best-selling
author and editor-in-chief

of The Real Thing magazine,

-delivered testimony yesterday..."
-Thank you.

"...in support of a
new labor rights bill,

continuing her efforts on salary
transparency and gender equity

in the workplace.

Some on the right have
criticized Ms. Taylor..."

-Assholes.
-"...for using the magazine

as her own political
mouthpiece."

-Got their lick in.
-"The viral clip,

viewed more than
15 million times

in just 24 hours
and shared widely

on social media,
has some wondering

if a political run
is in her future."

Please shut that shit down.

-Hi.
-Hi, my love.

-Sorry I'm early.
-You're fine.

Hair and makeup's
here. As is Enzo.

The tailor with your suit.

Okay, thank you
so much, everyone.

And we will see you tonight.

Thank you.

We have The Real
Thing's editor Chloe Taylor

and the magazine's publisher
Catherine Lancaster.

Chloe, are rumors of
a political run true?

Chloe? Chloe, can
we get one more?

Where is that husband of hers?

He's always striding
in at the last minute.

God, I wish you still used.

I know. Awful, isn't it?

But fuck it.

Here I am, sitting
at the table of

Braddock, Braddock, Braddock

-and Braddock.
-I had to buy two tables

just to fit them all in.

I had his chart done,

and all of his moons
are in the house of ego.

-Hey there.
-Hey.

-Big night.
-Yeah. Thanks for being here.

No, it's...

You're a vision.
Congratulations,

-you look gorgeous.
-Thank you.

We were just wondering where
that husband of yours is.

Well, the firm of his
just works him like a dog.

-Hmm.
-Uh, he's just finishing up

some Gentry Group stuff, but somehow
Jake managed to sneak out early.

Adam's the
only person I'd trust

to wine and dine Gentry Group.

-Offense intended, Jake.
-All taken, boss.

Those stadiums aren't
gonna build themselves.

Sorry I'm late.

-Hey.
-You look gorgeous.

-Thank you.
-Hey, bud.

Hey.

I-I apologize in advance
for anything Bill said.

Oh, just as I was about to
get to my proctology exam.

There you go.

-I've got to go up.
-Good luck.

Taken alone,
our stories...

Glad you could make it.

...are heartbreaking,

but taken together,

they become revolutionary.

And sometimes that revolution

comes from where
you least expect it,

like between ads for
Rolexes and Chanel perfume.

I'm honored to introduce

The Real Thing's editor-in-chief

Chloe Taylor.

Good evening. Thank you all

for being here to celebrate
the Women Are Essential Issue.

Oh, I'm gonna be so hungover.

It went well tonight.

I promise, Catherine's
party's the last one.

The Summer
Soiree, of course.

Um, I'm probably
gonna have to come

right from the airport.

Gentry wants to meet out by JFK

so they can fly
straight to London.

They're working on some
huge complex there.

Whenever you get finished.

I think Arty's gonna
drive Ethan out.

He's not taking the train?

Well, it's easier, plus
Arty could use the cash.

Whoa.

I'm sorry it's
all been so crazy.

No, I'm sorry. I, uh...

I just miss you.

Let's have a nice,
relaxing weekend,

just the three of us...

-...doing nothing.
-Mm.

Your specialty.

Shut the fuck up.

My mother
cleaned houses to put herself

through nursing school.

I've seen the work
that goes into care

and how little that
work is valued.

Mm-hmm.

Nice.

"For a self-righteous libtard

trying to kill our
livelihoods, she is hot.

#CocksAreEssential."

Oh, well, thank you,
very much, KillerChad69.

"Ms. Taylor knows as much
about running a business

as her husband knows
about fucking her.

Look at that pinched face."

Wrong on that front.

"Tell me what this privileged
bitch knows about essential work."

Mm. God, those
built-ins do look good.

Oh.

Jesus.

Hey, Arty. For you, my friend.

Ah, you're the best.

Hubby said the night was a smash on
his way out for the 6:00 a.m. run.

-That's dedication.
-I might call it something else.

This came for you.

Mm.

You know who this is from?

Looks nice, though.

And you're sure you're good
to still take Ethan out

-to the Hamptons later?
-My pleasure.

Thank you, thank you.

-See you, Arty.
-Kid's good company.

I'll make him listen to the Mets
game all the way out to the beach.

He'll be miserable.

It'll be fun.

Mm.

Oh, God.

Hey, babe.

How's the belle of the ball?

Fine.

What's wrong?

Oh, nothing, I just got a
package at the front desk,

and it's just a
weird, X-rated DVD.

Some asshole cut my face out
and put it on a naked body

-of a woman being choked out.
-Jesus. Chlo...

Eh, I don't know,
DVD's kind of retro.

You think this is funny?

They brought it to our house.

Yeah, I knew that magazine
spread was a terrible idea.

God forbid people didn't know we
had a fucking wraparound terrace.

You need to call the police.

Oh, no, no, no, I...
Already on the road.

Well, I'm hiring
private security.

Those guys are all retired FBI,
they'll take care of these assholes.

We'll discuss it tonight.

We will. Fuck.

Will I see you at Catherine's?

Uh, I'll-I'll text
you, but most likely,

I'll just meet you at home.

Well, you'll come if
you can. I love you.

I love you, too.

Not that anyone ever left
the dance floor to have sex.

I mean, it was all so
inclusive and democratic.

Aw. My husband disapproves.

I'm sorry you don't find

my tales of illicit disco-era
sex entertaining, Chloe.

Well, only you could make
a public fuck boring, Bill.

Oh. Ouch.

I'm teasing.

Forgive me, my timing
is off tonight.

That was Adam, he just texted.

And the meeting is running late,
so he sends you all his love.

It's not Adam. It's those
trolling pricks on the Internet.

What's the
worst thing that anyone

could say about you?

Unless you're hiding
something hideous.

In that case, you got to get out
in front of it. Right, Catherine?

Bill's right. There isn't a
thing they've said about me

I haven't said about myself.

Miserable cunt? Check.

Addict in recovery? You bet.

Power-hungry bitch? Oh, yes.

Not Black enough, too Black,

married white, hates
herself, ding, ding, ding.

Now you're just bragging.

It all flowed so naturally.

Welcome to being a woman
on the Internet, right?

Well, there's a lot we can do if the
language becomes too threatening.

Mom, Dad...

I'm the mom.

I appreciate your concern.

We're capable of whatever
the moment calls for.

Yours look like shit compared to mine.

Man, fuck you.

Oh, shit. Yo, I got to roll.

One for the road.

What, you're not coming?

My dad would kill me if he knew I
was hanging out with a drug dealer.

Your dad's a fucking asshole.

And that's
where you found me.

I understand it's difficult
to move through all this, hmm?

We appreciate you
being so thorough.

We just have a few more
questions, if you don't mind.

Though we can stop
whenever you like,

or again, if you prefer
to have a lawyer present,

-just let us...
-No, it's-it's fine.

What about the cuts?

Could I have some water?

Of course.

Ambulance arrived, you had cuts
on your knees and your hands.

I fell when I ran out.

When I...

...was speaking to the operator,
and she asked me if I was alone.

So you got injured after you
found Mr. Macintosh's body?

Yeah.

-Just trying to get the timeline straight.
-Mm-hmm.

Was there an alarm at the house?

One you disarmed
when you walked in?

Hello? Waiter? Can
I get a coffee?

Oh, this was for you.

We never use it.

So it wasn't set last night?

Like I said, we never use it.

Huh.

According to phone records,
you called 911 at 9:34.

You said you left Mrs.
Lancaster's at 8:45?

-Yes.
-That time of night,

Sag Harbor to East
Hampton, 20 minutes, tops.

Mm-hmm.

Oh, I never text and drive.

Okay.

That guy was on my
ass so I pulled over,

and I saw that I had a text message.

And I had been waiting
to hear from Adam,

but it was Catherine.

I still hadn't heard from
him, so I texted him again.

And then, you know how it goes.

The vortex of the phone.

Instagram, then Twitter...

just, time is gone and you've been
sucked into the social media ether.

So, you pulled over, alone,
at night, for 20 minutes,

while you've been
receiving violent threats?

Threats at your residence,

threats so concerning you
thought you were being followed.

So concerning that you'd
been considering security?

-Yeah.
-Did you ever

-report the threats?
-A lot is said online.

That doesn't always cross
over into real life.

-It was just weird?
-Yeah, I mean, maybe five years ago,

but now?

Welcome to the new cesspool.

It's incredibly helpful to have that
part of the night filled in for us.

Do you and your husband
usually socialize separately?

No, he was working
with a client.

Gentry Group. He was
logging late nights.

You're more understanding
than my wife.

I get one pass a year,

and then, believe me, I'm
back at Arlene's barbecue.

Oh, my God, it's
pretty good barbecue.

-Anyway...
-Is there someone else that might have

been with Adam at the meeting?

His colleague Jake Rodriguez.

Jake Rodrig...

Maybe. I don't know.

How long have you
two been married?

Ten years this fall.

You're practically newlyweds.

Well, we've known each other
since we were kids, so...

High school sweethearts?

Kind of, but it was a
little complicated early on.

Is there anyone else, um,

specifically, that might have
a reason to want to harm Adam?

I have no idea.

He's a lawyer, but it's
white-collar stuff.

T-These threats
online were for me.

Uh, they meant to kill me.

It's too soon to know.

Um, w-we'll
do whatever it takes

to get to the bottom of whoever
did this to your husband.

Thank you.

If you guys have everything that you
need, I would really love to get my son.

I would love to change.

Uh, absolutely. We just need
some elimination samples,

photos, and your dress.

What-Whatever.

-Coffee or water?
-No, thank you.

We'll let you know if
we need anything else.

The boys are in Kevin's room.
It's just up to the left.

I haven't woken them.

Thank you.

I can't. Can't do it.

Uh, that's all right. Um...

Your permission,
we-we can tell him.

Yeah.

-Okay.
-Yeah.

Water or something?

I'm Detective Guidry.
This is Detective Bowen.

-Are you Ethan?
-No.

Give me a second.

Yo, there's two fucking detectives
looking for you right now, bro.

You Ethan?

-What's going on?
-I'm Detective Guidry.

This is my partner
Detective Bowen.

There was an incident at your house
last night involving your father.

He suffered some
major stab wounds.

We're sorry to inform
you he didn't make it.

Where's my mom?

She's downstairs.
She's waiting for you.

Detective Guidry.

-I need to bring the body out.
-Yeah.

They need a little
more time inside.

Would you like to
wait in the car?

Uh, we'll just wait by the pool.

Yeah, they're getting
him tagged and bagged now.

When first breaking the news, worth
giving them a beat, to digest.

See how they react
to the information.

His father's dead. How
is he supposed to react?

Depends if he killed him or not.

You hungry?

What happened?

I don't know.

I wish I could tell you more.

My head's killing me.

Just gonna close my eyes.

Yeah. Good, good.
I'll let them...

I'll let you know when
they need us again.

-Hi, Fran.
-Detectives.

Okay.

-Oh, man.
-Oh, God.

Uh...

N-Nan, you know, you know
we have people for that.

Like, professionals that
come in and it's their job.

What I see might be different.

See this? Glass contained
in this section.

Undisturbed. Not on
the floor really.

On top of the cushion.

Window was broken from the
outside after the room was tossed.

Bang, bang, bang. And why
break in using this window,

not a side one out of
view from the street?

-Easy access, first thing they saw.
-Maybe,

if you're an amateur.

If you're an amateur, you don't
end up stabbing a guy to death.

Burglary gone wrong is quickly
falling out of the lead for me.

Oh, that's a selfie.

Replaced by?

Someone staged this.

Chloe?

I came as soon as I heard.

How did you hear?

Friend at the Daily
News. Husband's NYPD.

-Oh.
-How's your boy?

Fuck.

Fucking bottom-feeders.

I know this is the last thing you want to
be thinking about right now, sweetheart,

but...

...we have to prepare
a statement from you.

Before speculation sets in.

Christ. Okay. Yeah, of course.

I called my cybersecurity guy McCabe.
Filled him in. He's gonna call you.

You listen to me,

you are not to blame.

This may have nothing
to do with the threats,

but let's be smart about it,

track these assholes down
before they hurt you.

Okay.

You come stay with me.

I'm not bringing
the circus to you.

I'm the fucking lion
tamer of the circus, baby.

Bring it.

You shouldn't be
alone right now.

City would be better.

For Ethan, too.

Ms. Taylor?

We're ready for you and Ethan
now, if you could come inside.

Okay.

Oh, this one's a
real piece of work.

Anything you need.

Thank you.

Enjoy your walk?

I'm gonna go get Ethan.

Office got paperwork for
the kid's legal guardian.

We'll give it to her.

That's the thing. It's not
her. Goes to Nicole Macintosh,

his biological mom. Adam's ex.

-That explains the complications.
-Yes, it does.

Yeah, I just saw her.

How do you think she's doing?

Honestly...

good fucking riddance.

You gonna call her?

-Yeah, I'm gonna call her.
-Yeah?

-Yeah, I was gonna go do that now.
-Great.

Put this on.

We're just going to take

a little bit of powder and
we're gonna brush it...

These are elimination
samples. We collect them from anyone

who might've shared space with
the victim, just to identify

the presence of your
DNA at the scene,

and same will go for
the fingerprints.

We did your mom's
at the station,

-so just protocol.
-Thank you.

Okay.

So, you came home.

Kick off your shoes,
put down your things.

Went to the kitchen,
got a couple grapes.

Came over here.

Beautiful view.

Turn, you see the vase.

So, you go to right the vase, but
you feel something at your feet.

And that's when you
see your husband.

Just as I told you.

Crime was contained
in this room,

and in the office...

...where the intruder appears to
have entered through a window,

clearly looking for something.

Do you have

personal items in
there, like passports,

birth certificates, anything that
could be used in identity theft?

Everything's in the city.
This is our second home.

Right.

Well, maybe they thought

the second home was empty.

Excuse me. Okay.

Made their way to the bedroom

to look for valuables,
Adam heard the noise,

comes in to check it out.

After the confrontation,

the perpetrator
panicked and fled.

That make sense to you, Ethan?

I'm sorry, are you
asking him to put himself

in the mind of his
father's killer?

I'm just letting you in
on our thought process.

Maybe we could look at
some of the other bedrooms.

We've seen the master.

See if any items are missing.

Sure.

Uh, I actually
had some questions for you

regarding the
package, Ms. Taylor.

What pack... What package?

Uh...

I can show you my room.

Great.

Yeah. The DVD.

Oh.

Yeah, it's in the car.

-Okay.
-Okay.

All right. Oh. A little, um...

Yeah, that's unfortunate.

Not my best angle.

Yeah, uh, I'll get
this. Thank you.

Michael.

-Bag this and get it fingerprinted.
-Yeah.

You got it? Ms. Taylor.

We can head back inside.

It's a nice room.

It's clean.

So, you and Kevin good friends?

He lives out here.

We hang out in the summers,
whenever I come out.

What'd you all do last
night? Anything special?

Just Friday night stuff.

Drove around, sat on
the beach, came back.

You read all those books?

Half maybe. During the summers.

That's pretty good.

Well, how does it look in
here? Anything missing or...?

Couple of things in here.

And what are they?

Ms. Taylor, can I speak with
you a moment, in the kitchen?

-Sure.
-Thank you.

You should know we
contacted Nicole Macintosh.

Nicky? Why?

Ethan's a minor. It's protocol
to alert the legal guardian.

Well... Yes, but clearly in this
case, that's just a technicality.

Hmm.

You know that Nicky's an addict, and
she hasn't seen him in many years.

I understand, but she's
still his legal guardian.

Well, because if we had
tried to change that,

then she would've
tried to hurt herself.

Hmm.

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

this may seem like it's
an odd arrangement to you,

but there are reasons for it.

At one point, we even had a
restraining order against her.

Yeah, we saw that.

But it's expired.

And it applied to your
husband, not Ethan.

Look, Ethan needs to be
with his legal guardian

who, in this case, is
his biological mother.

She said she'll be here
as soon as she can.

Oh, Nicky's coming to New York?

Gucci sneakers and a set of Beats
headphones missing from the closet.

Gucci? Nice kicks.

All right, if there
isn't anything else,

I really would like to get
us home, back to the city.

Of course.

We'll keep in touch, Ms. Taylor.

I left my backpack at Kevin's,
if we can stop on the way home.

Of course we can.

That lady cop is staring at me.

Oh, I-I told her about the ex.

You didn't think I'd
want to be there?

No, I had a moment with her,
so I took the opportunity.

Too quick to get where you're
going. Fast isn't always right.

Kid's got a cut
on his right arm.

Oh, wait, you-you didn't
tell me about that.

-I'm telling you now.
-Oh, well, I told you, too.

Nicky might be on her way here.

Here, as in New York?

Is she coming to our house?

I don't know. She
hasn't reached out yet.

She does know about your f...

father.

But when-when, when she gets in,

I'll give you guys some
time, you know, alone.

I'm not gonna go with
her, right? Like to live?

No, I would never
let that happen.

I mean,
unless that's what...

No. No, of course not.

When was the last time
she was in New York?

Adam.

Oh. Above and beyond.

Where'd you find a chain
metal vest in kid's size?

Uncle of this guy I work
with at the D.A.'s office

is big into metallurgy.

He really is so
adorable in armor.

Don't know how you
do it all alone.

We struggle with two on one.

Ethan!

Oh, my God, it's
Nicky. Nicky's here.

Hey, buddy.

Hi. Do you remember me?

I'll handle it.

Who's that?

It's Ethan's mother.

Do you want to have a
bear for your birthday?

Hey, look, I got...

-...this for you.
-What're you doing here?

Mother can't come to
her own son's birthday party?

I mean, his aunt's here.

Hey, Nick.

Chloe.

What are you dressed as?

M-Medieval something?

Um, sorry. Ronnie.

This is my sister, my ex-husband

and this cute little
knight is my son.

I forgot to mention
I wasn't invited.

-Um...
-Cute kid.

But we were in town.

Last-minute trip, so...

-Hey, you sure you don't want this?
-No!

Are you sure? Oh,
come on, buddy.

-It's okay.
-Can I hold him, please?

Let me hold him, please.

Chloe, let me hold him.

Come on, can I hold you, buddy?

Holy...

You two are...?

Oh, my God. You two are fucking.

You two are fucking!

-You need to leave.
-Adam, it's okay. Take it easy.

-Take it easy. -Yeah, they're fucking!
-You're drunk.

You're scaring him.

You are scary. You are scary!

The both of you.

What the fuck, Chloe?

You... Ow! Fuck.

-Shit.
-Oh, fuck. Here, hold that.

You know what?
Let's just go, okay?

Okay.

Ethan.

Bye, baby.

-Just take him for a second.
-Yeah, I got him.

-It's okay, sweetheart. They're just talking.
-Hey, Nicky,

let me get you a
Band-Aid for your cut.

-Nick, wait, wait.
-Chloe, just... Fuck.

Is that a fucking joke?

I'll wait by the car.

You are so fucking twisted.

Ethan is mine.

No matter how hard you try
or how hard you fuck him.

Do you understand? Mine.

He's mine.

I was gonna tell you.

Get your own fucking family.

Fuck. You look so fucking
stupid in that outfit.

Good luck with that.

It's time for cake.

I don't want any fucking cake.

You didn't do anything wrong.

She is my fucking sister.
I did everything wrong.

Here's your bag.

People don't know what to say.

No. If only there was a
murdered-husband sad-face emoji.

I really need to take a shower.

You want to run down to the
deli, get some sandwiches?

Roast beef?

Yeah.

Oh, uh, get
something sweet, too.

Baby? Baby?

Fuck me.

Hey, Nicky.

Hey, sis.

This is awful.

I'm so sorry, Chlo, uh...

I'm really sorry.

Yeah.

Okay, well, I'm not gonna bullshit
and pretend I know what to say.

I loved Adam, even
after everything.

I'm so sorry, Chlo.
This is fucking awful.

Thank you.

Okay.

I got here as soon
as I could, I...

The police said Ethan
needs to be with me.

Yeah. The detectives
told me that, too.

Is he here, or can I...?

-Is he in his room, or...?
-Come in.

Um, he's, uh...

Wow, Chlo.

Jesus. It's enormous.

He's not here right now.
He'll be back soon, I'm sure.

Oh, hey.

-Hi.
-Hey, baby.

Hi.

Oh, my God. He looks
just like Granddad.

Yeah.

Hey, sweetie...

You're tall as a tree. Oh,
my God. You're so grown up.

How you holding up?

Oh, hey, coming through.

-Hello?
-Holy cow.

-Oh, shit.
-Nice digs.

This is Rick, my suitcase angel.
Yeah, he helped me out at the airport.

All my shit got stuck
in the revolving door.

Anyway, we-we shared a cab.

Chivalry's not dead after all.

Well, half-dead.

You know, confusing times
for us guys. You'll see.

Nicky.

Uh, this is my sister Chloe.

-Yeah, from the cab. Yeah.
-Yeah.

Big-time. They were playing a clip
of you, the hearing, from Congress.

-You were in the cab.
-Those TVs,

there's no way to turn them off.

Y-You actually
can turn them off.

And this is, uh, Ethan.

-I was telling you...
-We met in the elevator.

And you belong to which sister?

I got extra. Grilled cheese.

My favorite.

-Well, I'll get out of your hair.
-That would be great.

You know, f... Death
in the family and all.

Oh, yes, your sister
said. So sorry.

-Show me around here, huh?
-Thank you.

-Nicky, I'll email you.
-Okay, thanks again, Rick.

Here, bud.

Thanks.

So where you staying, Nicky?

Here.

With you. If that's okay.

Sure.

Tonight. Of course.

Let me get the bed for you.

I forgot in the
rush this morning.

I don't think it's a good
idea for you to stay here.

Not enough room?

It's disorienting, for Ethan.

It's not what he
needs right now.

I think it's exactly
what he needs right now.

Oh, I think I might be
the better judge of that.

Well, I think that's
not up to you.

Legally speaking.

Are you fucking high right now?

Sober five years, Chlo.

Yippie for you.

Is it possible...

that it's a good
thing that I'm here?

Tomorrow I'm gonna put you
up in a really nice place.

There's so many beautiful hotels

in this neighborhood.

Great.

Ethan comes with me.

I'm sure we can come
up with an arrangement

that makes us all
feel comfortable.

Yeah.

So, this one?

That's the one.

Stop trying to
control everything.

-You're such a freak.
-Shut the fuck up.

You're in luck. This is
my last peppermint tea.

Cookies, if anyone wants.

-Thank you.
-Thank you.

-You picked Ethan up at 5:00?
-Mm-hmm.

Then what'd you do?

Played video games,
ate some dinner.

Drove around a little bit.

We're investigating a murder.

You know that, right?

Whatever oregano-laced dime bags you're
peddling, they don't interest us.

Though, I'm pretty sure
they'd interest your mother.

Should I go get her?

You tell us the truth,

we don't bust your balls
about what you got going on.

Unless it was murdering someone.

After we'd been hanging
out for a little bit...

...I had some
business to attend to.

Mm. And what time did you and
Ethan meet up with these clients?

Well, Ethan didn't want to come.

So I left him.

Left him where?

The beach.

By his house.

Time in Ethan's night unaccounted for.

Bowen.

Yep.

Thanks.

The lab found Ethan Macintosh's
DNA under Adam's fingernails.

Well, that's a shame.

Yeah.

My husband
has been murdered.

My sister is here.

What's wrong with you?

-Do you need to call your sponsor?
-What?

And though I am
feeling anxiety about this...

You need to go fuck yourself.

Oh, is that one of the 12 steps?

I release it.

From the
outside, you look perfect.

But every family's got secrets.

Painful histories.

Now, you may want to keep
this stuff in the past,

but whatever's happened between
you two, it's very clear

you both love that boy.

You want him home?

Tell me everything.

My sister has
always had it rough.

And then, when Adam and I
started to fall in love,

we knew we had to
make some big choices.

Sisters...
can you believe that?

I smile every
time I think about it.

He looks like a fucking
monster right now because that's how

these motherfuckers
are painting him.

Oh, my God, enough with
the Jerry Springer antics.

Sick burn, 1998.

On the day of his
murder, we know Adam Macintosh

was working with
the Gentry Group.

What is this
company, Gentry?

It's a maze of
unending paperwork.

It all leads nowhere.

And to no one.

Adam has made a mess
that needs cleaning up.

Before this girl
gets herself killed.

Any evidence that you
might be withholding,

that could implicate you.

I hope the mother
was the one who did this.

No one likes watching a wealthy
woman fall more than I do.

When you lose
someone in a snap,

it'll rock your world.

No matter how you
felt about them.

I loved Adam.

Of course you did.

Grief is something
people can connect to.

Makes you human.

And that's the story
you need to tell.

Your life is shitty because
it is built on the bad decisions

that you have made.

Your life is a lie!

You selfish bitches
just won't share with each other.

You ought to grow up.

And play together.

Someone in this
room killed Adam.

We will find out who.

It's just a matter of time.

♪ I tell you how I feel ♪

♪ but you don't care ♪

♪ I say tell me the truth,
but you don't dare ♪

♪ You say love is a
hell you cannot bear ♪

♪ And I say, "Give me mine back and
then go there, for all I care" ♪

♪ I got my feet on the ground and
I don't go to sleep to dream ♪

♪ You got your head
in the clouds ♪

♪ You're not at
all what you seem ♪

♪ This mind, this
body and this voice ♪

♪ Cannot be stifled
by your deviant ways ♪

♪ So don't forget
what I told you ♪

♪ Don't come around, I
got my own hell to raise ♪

♪ I have never been so
insulted in all my life ♪

♪ I could swallow the seas
to wash down all this pride ♪

♪ First you run like a fool
just to be at my side ♪

♪ And now you run like a fool
but you just run to hide ♪

♪ I can't abide ♪

♪ I got my feet on the ground and
I don't go to sleep to dream ♪

♪ You got your head in the clouds
and you're not at all what you seem ♪

♪ This mind, this body and this voice
cannot be stifled by your deviant ways ♪

♪ So don't forget what I
told you, don't come around ♪

♪ I got my own hell to raise ♪

♪ Don't make it a big deal,
don't be so sensitive ♪

♪ We're not playing
a game anymore ♪

♪ You don't have to
be so defensive ♪