All language subtitles for YOU - 5x05 - Last Dance.WEB.NF.en

Previously on You…

Is Joe your little assassin?

I was looking at my sister
and I realized I wanted her dead.

I love that about you.

I despise that you won't
even try to control it in you.

How would you like to become your sister?

One of you lives. One of you dies.
It's the same choice I'm giving to her.

What Kate is trying and failing to say

is that I will be taking a step back
from my role as CFO of Lockwood Corp.

What did you do?

Maddie killed Reagan.

You have to have done something.

I'm sorry.
It's not my place to protect you.

I am not supposed
to feel this way about you.

I'm not supposed
to feel this way about you.

It doesn't matter. You're married.

Maybe I want what's inside to come out.
To not just be seen, but to be devoured.

And, uh, at home? Are you devoured?

I'm not.

In the classics,
affairs tend to get a bad rap.

Anna Karenina threw herself under a train,

Madame Bovary swallowed arsenic,
the list goes on.

But you and I are writing
a different kind of love story.

One where every day we spend together
feels like a glorious eternity.

-Hold up.
-Hmm?

Why…

Why doesn't Ezra kiss her
after he kills her attacker?

His face is covered in blood.

Yeah. He's a vampire.

And she's not.

Do not kink shame me.

What?

He's terrified in that moment.

This is the first time
he's revealing his true self to her.

Yawn.

You're writing for the "he's a ten,
but he wants to kill you" crowd.

They don't want reality.

They want to come
thinking about murder-sex

and then… feel weird afterward.

-Hmm.
-No. That's gross. Nobody wants that.

That's gross?

Really?

Is this gross? Mmm.

Well… What are you doing?

Only you could make me want to be messier.

But I'm terrified
our eternity will come crashing down

if I show you how much
of my protagonist is actually… me.

With Reagan no longer in her way, Kate's…

Well, she'd flinch at my choice of words,
but she's killing it.

Jennifer, listen, uh,
we promised up to a quarter of our…

All thanks to me, of course.

I'll never get credit, that's okay.

Kate being so busy, means I get
to carry on my extramarital adventures,

which I'd prefer to sustain
while I figure out what's next.

I know.
Cynthia, I was the one who hired you.

The things that you scrubbed.

The things that I said I didn't want
to know about Joe three years ago,

I want to know now.

Make sure it's encrypted.

Sometimes ignorance is bliss,

and Kate will stay ignorant of reality
as long as Maddie plays her part.

Do you want one, Mommy?

Oh, sure.

I mean, no, that's too many carbs,
and don't ask me that again.

They're gonna find out.

What you did, thin-skinned cunt.

Here you go, Rae.

Come on. Honey, what is wrong?

What's wrong?

How about fucking everything!

You know, just because I allowed you
to come back home

doesn't mean that everything is fine!

Hey, honey…

I'm so sorry about that.
Come here. That's okay.

Baby… Please forgive me. I am so sorry.

I'm sorry…

…that you're both such
thin-skinned, little cunts!

It's shocking how good I am
at spinning these plates.

Most people would recoil.

But you're not most people.

You're in love with my protagonist.

I can't stop thinking about your notes.

When do I get to show your work
the same level of attention and care?

I haven't been writing too much lately.

I've been a little bit distracted.

Um…

Sorry.

Um… I'm gonna… help.

Are you hiding something from me?

Revealing your most authentic self
makes you vulnerable to being hurt.

How can I get you to show me more of you?

So, I guess I will see you in the morning.

Uh, yeah, more… more like 11:00.
I have some errands.

Stay right there, sit back, relax.
I've got it.

And what does that mean?

You've spent
so much of your life caretaking,

I'm guessing one of your love languages
is being taken care of.

Uh, for Mr. Goldberg?

Yeah, fridge is right back there. Please.

Mm-hmm.

I appreciate all the hours
you've been putting in.

-I saw you're out of the essentials.
-Joe Goldberg?

Are you calling me malnourished?

More stressed, I think.

Hey, uh, you can set up
right there, please. Thank you.

Money buys a lot, especially discretion.

What?

Yeah, you've been
pawing at your neck for days. So, unwind.

Eat.

Maybe you'll feel
there's space to do some writing.

Thank you.

Can you, like, unfuck my shoulders?

Acts of service,
a love language we're both fluent in.

Hey, wait! I, uh… I didn't give you a tip.

Oh. Not to worry.
Mr. Goldberg has already taken care of it.

Well, thank you.

I am so sorry.

Oh, come here, come here, come here.

You're okay.

Ugh.

I know, I know it's not…

I know it's not what I should care about,

but I just feel…

…like such a fool.

Yeah, no.

That is not what you should be doing.

Putting this all on yourself.

You… you believed in love.
You believed in your marriage.

Why did I ever curse myself with him?

What?

Well, now that you no longer
need to protect him,

are you finally gonna tell me the truth?

Who did you marry?

I didn't know.

I told myself that we could just have
the "happily ever after"…

…and ignore the "before"
that was all behind him.

What was the "before"?

In London, he told me
that he had done some things in his past.

Things that I allowed myself to believe
that he'd done to protect himself,

the people that he loved.

What kind of "things" are we talking here?

He hurt people. Worse.

Worse?

Recently, I've been
looking into everything he's done

and I've discovered things
that he hadn't told me.

Like the fact
that he cheated on his last wife

with a woman who has since gone missing.

Who is this?

Her name is Marienne Bellamy.

She was a librarian that worked with Joe.

Their affair began a few months

before Love Quinn
supposedly killed herself.

Supposedly?

I… I read that his ex went crazy,
that she tried to kill Joe.

That was his version and I believed it.
I helped sell it.

Bob…

That was him, wasn't it?

I knew it. I asked you.

Kate, you are not safe.

-I don't feel safe being here.
-No, we are… We are safe.

As long as he doesn't know that we know.

Look, we have to act normal, okay?
We have to.

While I work out an exit strategy,
one that guarantees that I get Henry.

But you have got to go to the police.
He cannot get custody if he's in jail.

-It's not that simple.
-Why not?

Allow me to handle this. I can do this.

Please, Teddy, trust me. I know, I know.

I've been asleep,
but I'm not anymore. I promise you.

That's a great place to start…

You do look more relaxed.

And mission accomplished. You wrote.

Guess all you needed was somebody
to make some space for you to work.

But more importantly,
you're sharing your first draft.

You trust me not to judge.

I can see why you were afraid
to share these with me.

It's more honest.

Lurid enough to make the most die-hard
reader of fairy smut blush.

She strained against the ropes.
He was in control and Ella knew it.

Your fantasy is revealing.

Whatever caretaker wound you carry,
you've owned it,

romanticized a loss of control.

His body taut with desire.

His arms pressing her against the desk
as she gasped for breath.

No words for the hunger
raking through her body,

pressing herself into his hardness.

As his teeth grazed her neck,
she heard herself gasp…

"Take me."

Could you really want to be so possessed?

Would you give me that kind of trust?

Look, if you hate it,
you can just tell me.

No, no, no. No, uh…
No, actually, I love it. I do. It's, uh…

Okay, uh, explain… Explain "Uh…"

Well, I'm scandalized…
in the best possible way.

How have you read so many books
and you're still so vanilla?

I prefer old-fashioned.

Okay, look, I shouldn't have…

-No, Bronte. Bronte…
-Mm-hmm.

I want more of this side of you.

So be honest with me,
is this what you're into?

I don't know, maybe.

I mean, don't you wish life
was as fever-pitched as fiction?

I write plays because I want
to feel the words in my body.

Not in my brain.

Even if it's regressive, like this
"man dominating woman" sort of thing?

This is the problem,
and it's not just you.

It's everybody.

Like, I can't ask for what I want
without being second-guessed.

It's like, what is the point of feminism

if I can't be trusted to know
my own sexuality? Mmm.

Mmm. Warmer.

-Hmm.
-Only six hours till closing?

Close it now.

Remember, it's about who's in control.

Don't get me wrong,

I'm not dumb enough to confuse your kink
with condoning the darkest parts of me,

but this feels like a bridge.

You want to give me control. Total trust.

Something I don't think
I've ever had in a relationship.

Is that knot too tight?

Perfect.

-Sure you don't want a safe word?
-If I want you to stop, I'll say "stop."

Wow.

I could do anything to you right now.

But that's the difference
between me and men like Clayton.

I'm here to serve you.

Mmm, come on, show me your teeth.

You want me in control.

You're mine now.

Yes.

To be trusted with this much of you.

Finally.

And I'm all yours.

You want it, take it.

Tell me you know you're mine.

I--

Um… Uh… Stop.

-Sorry.
-Oh, okay.

No, no, don't apologize. Did I…

It's fine. It's, uh, not a thing.

Oh, shit. No, what did I do wrong?

Demand that you tell me I own you.
That was too far.

I'm good. Please, uh,

don't worry about me. I just…

I got… cold.

Um… Literally, not feet.

Um… Your phone.

Or was it just
non-stop fucking texts from Maddie?

I, um…

I have to go.

Okay. Um…

Here. No worries, okay?

You couldn't do it.

You walked right up to the edge
of giving me all your trust

and you pulled away.

Was I too much?

Did you see
something in me that scared you?

Maddie is a nuisance,

but you made it clear you need a minute
to process whatever that was.

We're adults. We'll be okay. I hope.

Joe. It's me. It's Maddie.

I'm aware. Come on.

We need to accelerate the timeline.

What do you mean "timeline"?

Reagan's death or disappearance
or whatever.

Um, we need to do it tomorrow.

Kate keeps asking me questions
about why I… She… Her… resigned.

-This is your emergency?
-Mm-hmm.

No, we've been through this.

It's too close to Bob's death.

We have to wait a month
or it'll look suspect to everybody.

Most notably my wife.

I may not have a soul left by then.

I keep being really horrible
to Harrison and to Gretchen.

It's like… I'm too good at being Reagan.

Joe. I'm too undercover.

You don't get it.

Reagan…

She's haunting me.

And no amount of pills or sage
will make her go away.

And believe me, I have pills.

In one month,
Reagan is headed for the Philippines.

For some much-needed alone time
where she's gonna rent a boat

and she will become lost at sea.

How?

Normally, I wouldn't
get into the nitty-gritty,

but this needs to sink in for her.

I have a friend in Manila.
He's gonna take care of everything.

Who? You don't have friends.

You need to focus. Look.

One more month…
and we say goodbye to Reagan. Forever.

Well, why is she not haunting you?

Because I'm glad she's dead.

Stop listening to the voice in your head
and start listening to me.

You've got this.

Okay? You're stronger than her.
You always have been.

Just one more month.

One more month.

As long as Maddie doesn't crack, I'm safe.

And this too shall pass.

You once told me you hate getting flowers
because the gift is already dying,

but I need to give you something
to make light of our failed trust fall.

Bronte?

You never opened the store.
Are you still upset?

Joe, I'm sorry. I'm leaving town.
Thank you for everything. Bronte.

What the hell is this?

Oh, my God.

Did you just break up with me?

Bronte? Louise?

We're sorry.

The number you have reached
is not in service.

What happened to you?

And what the fuck happened to us?

Where did you go? Why did you go?

I know things got a little weird.

But I… I couldn't have
scared you that much.

Unanswered calls. Unanswered texts.

Where the hell are you?

No stories. No new posts.

Why would you break things off like this?

Is there someone else?

Is it Clayton?
Is he the one who's been calling you?

"If you love someone, let them go.
If they come back to you, they are yours."

You wouldn't have, would you?

No.

No. I'm jumping to conclusions.

Still, I need to be sure.

You said you left town.

Mild Abstraction Theater.

"The only theatre
producing truly original shit."

If Clayton's in the city,
at least I know you're not with him.

I've just got to create
a fake email account.

Got our hands on your latest play.

Brilliant stuff. Would love to meet.
Are you around this weekend?

In your absence,

I'm forced to confront my real life.

But hard as I try,

I can't stop thinking about you.

-Thank you for clearing the table, Henry.
-I'm not Henry. I'm Zohar.

Oh, okay. Okay. I'm sorry. Of course.
So, can Zohar please go brush their teeth?

I love my son.

Which should mean I love my family.

But with you gone,
I have to confront the fact

that not every member of my family
loves me back.

Kate, your tea.

You shouldn't have.

I don't think all the tea in England
could warm her heart.

Cold, passionless. Was it always this bad?

Or is it just starker by contrast?

How was your day?

Fine.

It's, um…

It's nice to have you home for dinner.

Yeah, we haven't seen
much of each other recently.

I forgot how much work it is.
The bookstore.

I'm gonna… go read to Henry.

All right, scootch over, Zohar.

Whoa! What is this?

What the fuck?

Dad! Language!

Sorry, earmuffs.

Kate's hiding a knife in our bed.

This can only be proof
that my wife does not trust me.

Really doesn't trust me.
Is this how bad it's gotten?

It's nothing.
Mommy got a gift for Uncle Teddy,

and she just wanted to show me before bed.

Teddy's cool.

Yeah. Yeah, he really, really is.

And she is scared of me.
She could have impaled my son.

Okay, so where were we?

That's right, The Wedding of Mrs. Fox.

You wanna explain…
why our son found this under your pillow?

Tell me this isn't because of me.

If that's so absurd,
why would you jump to that conclusion?

Three years…

of marriage.

What changed?

I wanted to protect our family.

I show you my writing,

and now you think
I'm some bloodthirsty psychopath?

Joe, fuck your writing!

Stop acting like a victim!

Kate… what changed?

You tell me what changed.

What did you do to Reagan?

Did you blackmail her?
Did you threaten her?

I know that you did something.

You are a liar, Joe.

I think that you killed your first wife.

What the fuck? How could you…
You know what she tried to do to me!

And you're fucking your shop girl!

Go ahead! Please, deny it.

I want to see the look in your eye
as you gaslight me,

so I have a reference
for the last three years.

There was a time
when I thought you understood me.

Oh, how could I
when you didn't tell me the whole truth?

I gave you my heart!

You took it right back when you saw mine.

You have killed so many people.

So have you, Kate.

I forgave your past
because you could forgive mine.

But now you've twisted the story
to make me out to be the only villain.

And that's how we end up with a son

finding a giant fucking hunting knife

underneath his mother's pillow.

There. It's that. That. Thank you.

I see all of you now. And I don't think
I'll ever be gaslit again.

You come one step closer…
Remember, our son is upstairs. Joe, I--

Come on. I want you to do it.

Stab me, if that's
who you think I really am.

I would have done anything for you.

Anything.

And you took that. And you used it.
You benefited from it.

And then you rejected me for it.

And I know that deep down,
when we got married,

you knew all of this.

-You are not a victim either.
-Oh, my God.

I know.

Oh…

Which is why this will all be amicable.

What?

The divorce.

No one has to get hurt, Joe.

Henry.

90% of the children
in Henry's class have divorced parents.

It's hardly a scandal.
We will do this the nice way.

Discreet for him.

I love him too, Joe.
Don't separate us if you don't have to.

Where are you going?

You don't feel safe with me here,
so I'm going to sleep at my fucking shop.

Better to be done
with that fucking sham of a marriage.

I should be going home to you.

Where are you, Bronte?

Oh, great. Clayton replied.
Out of town means you might be together.

But Clayton being away
does present another opportunity.

It's not hard finding someone
who wants to be discovered.

Got his address
from his pretentious found poetry website.

Of course,
the fucker lives on the fifth floor.

A more clichéd protagonist

would bemoan
he's getting too old for this.

Seeing you with him makes me sick,

but there is no way of knowing
if these pictures are old or new.

Clayton has the biggest ego in Brooklyn,

but is he stupid enough
to leave his password nearby?

"Working with Clay." Ugh.

Let's see what Clay's been up to.

This is why
you always got to log out, bro.

Gas station, drugstore, coffee shop,
all in Atlantic Beach.

Did you run away with Clayton?

Or did he pressure you
into leaving with him?

A 631 number. Could it be?

Hello?

Hi.

Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

You sound scared. What's going on?

Did you get my note?

Of course I did. Where are you?

I, um… I can't really
talk right now. I just…

Oh, I needed to hear your voice.

Are you alone?

No.

Is Clayton there?

Has he done something to you?

Maybe I should go.

No, no, please, please don't hang up.

I can come to you, tell me where you are.

Please forget about me, Joe.

I think I just, I called… to tell you, uh…

…not to worry about me. That's it.

Fuck!

Does anything say
"definitely worry about me"

as much as saying "don't worry about me"?

Laurel Diner.

Hi, uh…What's your address?

Oh, we're at 202 North Road.

-Atlantic Beach?
-That's the one.

Thank you.

You must be with Clayton,
used a public phone, knew I'd call back.

Something is wrong. You need my help.

Quaint seaside town. Quiet.

Why did you lead me here, Bronte?

Excuse me. Hey! Excuse me. Uh, Sawyer, hi.

Have you, by chance, seen this woman?

Who's asking?

He's so stoned
he couldn't pick himself out of a lineup.

I think I spoke with you last night.
I asked for the address.

Sick. Guess I got it right.

I'm a concerned friend.

-She's been having trouble with an ex.
-The guy with the mullet?

Clayton. Shit, I knew it.

Yeah. Him? He was here too?

Yeah.

Not a local, but they were having a fight.

He was, like, talking shit
about some guy she was seeing.

Not cool, dude.

It's not cool at all.
You have any idea where they went?

Yeah, I heard they were
headed to The Sandbox.

Sandbox is a… It's a house on the beach.

It has a sign out front.
You can't miss it.

Okay, thank you.

Hey, you're that guy.

-Sick.
-Yeah.

Thank you, Sawyer. You've been a big help!

I used to think Gen Z would save us all.

Maybe Henry's generation still has a shot.

No car parked out front.

Did he take you to a new location?

Fuck.

Joe? Joe!

Are you awake?

Did you tase me?

Yeah. You scared the shit out of me.

-What are you doing here?
-Clayton, is he…

Are you in trouble?

Oh, my God.

I am not yours to save, Joe.

All right, if we're going to fight,
can I fight from down here?

Because I'm… I'm still tased.

I know you were with him.

With Clayton.

Yeah, I, um…

I had a moment of weakness. I called him.

He showed up
and I remembered he's a human shit stain

and sent him packing.

Why did you run away? The sex?
'Cause if I did something wrong--

No, Joe, it's…

Yes and no?

It was too real.

I told you before. I am not your trope.

And then there I was, the other woman.

It is not easy pretending

that you're not married
to Kate fucking Lockwood.

I never wanted an affair.

So my, uh, my brain made a story.

A fun, little adventure.

Sleeping with Prince Charming.

Uh, but then you…

start treating me like an actual princess.

Not a cliché fairy tale damsel, but a…

…a beautiful, flawed heroine.

My own romance novel.

And fuck, I've never wanted anything more.

You have so much power over me.

It's terrifying.

What if you weren't the other woman?

I'm getting a divorce.

Bronte…

What if it was you?

And only you.

-Kate!
-Maddie!

-Thought you were my insulin delivery.
-What are you doing here?

Um, Reagan asked me to come by.
What are you doing here?

Well, she won't return my calls,
and I need to speak to her.

What is happening here?

Where's Harrison and Gretchen?

They're out.

-What's that smell? Something burning?
-Oh, it's just sage.

-Oh.
-Um, here.

What the fuck are you doing?

Just, you know, cleansing.

Wow, you reek of negativity.

Maddie, please.
Have you been staying here?

Uh…

Reagan is in a really bad way.
And we are working on things.

Okay. Well, I mean,
if she can forgive you for Harrison,

she'll surely speak to me.

No! She's really, really busy.

She's going away
to the Philippines next month

for some much-needed "me time."
"Her" time!

And I think that if you gave her
some space until then,

when she gets back,
she'll be ready to forgive you.

Maddie, I-- For fuck's sake, Maddie!

Either let me by
or just tell me why Reagan stepped down.

Do you know?

Maddie, did Joe have something
to do with this?

I'm just trying to help.

Um…

I'll tell Reagan you're here.

Jesus, fuck.

Maddie? Maddie?

Maddie, open the door,
I need to speak to Reagan.

Maddie?

Maddie, come on.

What the fuck do you want?

-Reagan?
-What?

Did you not get my text
telling you to leave me the fuck alone?

Wait, where is Maddie?

Oh, fuck.

Um…

We're both in here! Obviously!

In the bathroom?

Doing what, exactly?

Uh…

It's a… It's a twin thing, which is why…

Oh, my God.

…I forgave Maddie
for being a messy whorebag

and sleeping with my husband.

You, on the other hand, can eat shit.

Reagan, come out here and face me!

I need to know
what Joe did to get you to step down.

Joe didn't do anything to me.
It was my whorebag sister.

But you just said you forgave me.

I forgave you
for sleeping with my husband,

not for the other thing.

I had to do it. I had no choice!

You wanted to.

Why can't you just own it?

Well, why can't you just admit

that you would have done
the exact same thing to me?

Reagan, stop! Please, please stop!

Please leave me alone!

Maddie?

Okay, where is Reagan?

She's dead.

And she's haunting me.

Because I killed her.

But it wasn't my fault.

Oh. We…

We were trapped in our cage.

In Joe's cage.

At the bookstore.

Maybe it was good.

Because it made me see
who Reagan really was.

I don't deserve to go to jail. I don't.

Reagan abused me.

And it was Joe!

I mean, he is a lunatic.

But he made me realize

all of this trauma that I endured.

Katie… Katie, please. Please.

Teddy is on the board.

And Reagan is gone.

And things are better.

Oh, God. You feel it, right?

Things are better now.

Can't we all just
pretend like this never happened?

Please.

Well, if I'm being honest…

I've known that Kate and I
weren't compatible for, uh, a while.

She finally came to the same conclusion.

You don't seem upset about your marriage.

Well, it's complicated. It's a shock.

But then again, the signs were there.

There's relief in honesty.

I'm most worried about Henry. He's…

He's been through so much already.

But two miserable parents
do not a happy childhood make.

It's a lot to put on me.

Henry's happiness
is not your responsibility.

-You don't--
-No.

Your happiness.

I don't know why you trust me with it.

Why do you trust me with yours?

You know what we have…

when we're together, or on the page,
or… or in our wildest dreams,

that could be real.

Oh!

Thank you.

Can I have this dance?

Literally gave me no choice.

Now, if you don't trust me yet,
that's… that's normal, I think.

We were moving fast.

But when you read my writing,

you're in my head
in a way that's more honest

than most people could ever understand.

I thought up until our… roleplaying…

you liked what you saw.

Hmm, you wanted to be consumed.

I do.

I want to feel in control
of my lack of control.

Bronte. Louise.

You hold all the power.

I think you're scared
of how powerful you could become.

Of who we could be together.

Tell me you love me.

And that's it. I'm yours.

I will lift you up
and put you where you belong.

In the center of the universe.

I would rather the fire consume us both

than watch you waste
another second of your life

getting less than you deserve.

I feel like if you knew the real me
you wouldn't be saying that.

Then prove me wrong.

Show me more of you.

Anticipation
is the sweetest form of torture.

Tell me what you want.

Say you'd do anything for me.

I would burn the world down for you.

Fucking take me already.

Now tell me you know I'm in control.

You're in control.

It's a lie, the game we play.

We're both in control.

Finally, fully trusted, giving, taking.

No you, no me.

Only us.

So… Maddie is Reagan.

Reagan is dead
because Joe forced Maddie to kill her.

Kate… What the fuck?

Where is Maddie now?

At Reagan's being Reagan.

Is she okay?

Not really.

But I told her to act normal
to maintain the status quo,

until I can contain this.

And I've got her to share her location,
so she doesn't flee the country.

What do you mean, "contain this"?

Don't tell me that you are still refusing
to speak to the authorities about this.

I told you, I can't.

Our sister is dead because of him!

And you want to do this quietly?

Because you're worried about what?

Your image?

No, not my fucking image!

I asked Joe to kill Bob,
to protect our family,

so I can't give him up
because he could bring me down with him.

And it's not just Bob.

He killed a politician in London,
Rhys Montrose,

and I stood by while he framed
a girl who is now sitting in prison.

I unleashed a monster
and I built a moat around him.

He's untouchable.

I was so determined not to become Daddy
that I married him instead.

Oh, Kate…

I don't even know who you are right now.

I'm your sister.

Please, I cannot lose you too.

Well, you should have thought about that
before you dragged me into this mess.

It is going to look like…
like I got a board seat

because you had Bob killed.

Or because I… I had Bob killed!

No, no, no, I would never let
anyone think that.

Wow. How nice it must be
to have the privilege

to think you can control that.

Kate, you will be fine no matter
what happens. Me?

I am the Black guy from Harlem
who is profiting off of a murder.

If all I lose is my board seat,
that would be the best-case scenario.

Albie was right.
I never should've got involved

-with you and this family.
-Teddy. I can contain this. Okay?

I told you, but no one else needs to know.

You can't guarantee that

because you don't know
what Maddie's going to do.

You don't know what Joe is going to do.

I understand this is something
that you probably didn't learn

growing up on Daddy's knee,

but complicity has consequences.

I care about you, Kate. I…
I care about your safety. I do.

But maybe you should lose everything.

Gotta hand it to you, Bronte.

Kink was not my thing until now.

Best sex of my life, but more importantly,
a deeper level of trust between us.

You asked if I'd do anything for you,
I think you knew the answer,

and when I offered
to give you the world at any cost,

you gave me a full-throated "yes."

What the…

-…you're as stupid as she was.
-Fuck you.

Don't talk about my dad
like that. You stay there and shut up.

-What are you gonna--
-I said…

How the fuck did your
shitbag ex get in here?

Hey, hey!

-Hey!
-Oh, my God.

Get the fuck off of me, man!

Stop it, Clayton!
Get the fuck out of here!

Oh, my God!

What the fuck is this?

B, are you okay?

Fuck! No!

Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Oh, my God!

We're live, motherfucker.

There's no pulse! Call 911!

-Shit's insane!
-Wait. I recognize her.

Blood!

Our friend, Clayton, he's dead
and Joe Goldberg fucking killed him!

The world needs to see this
before TikTok takes it down.

There's so much blood.
What the fuck did you do to him?

Bronte, we need to leave right now.

We fucking got him, Louise.

Got me?

What the fuck is going on?

Did you set me up?

Did you catfish me?