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Hi. Well, the--

The trolls really came out to play today
after that last post.

But you know what?

At the end of the day,
the joke's on you guys,

because I'm gonna stay here.

And--
Oh, and have a great fucking day.

Do you know movies?

-Not really.
-No, I didn't think so.

-You can get dressed now.
-There's a horror movie.

-It's-- Takes place in Antarctica.
-Right.

It's got Kurt Russell, a bunch of guys.

It's a horror sci-fi, actually,

and there's this scene where the doctor--

There's a doctor scene,

and he's using the defibrillator
on a patient.

He's pushing down on the patient's chest.

He's pushing down.

Pushing down.

At a certain point, his hands go
right through the patient's chest.

But instead of ribs,
like a normal human being,

the patient's got teeth.

And those teeth bite down,
and they rip his arms off.

Both arms.

It's actually a really good movie.

Yeah. Sounds like it.

I'll run some blood tests
and let you know.

Sure.

The wound on your arm will leave a scar.

But the organs and the vitals,
all your physical symptoms,

seem relatively good.

That's great. Good.

I mean… I'm not surprised.

Of course, that alone doesn't mean
a person is healthy.

How often are you using
your intravenous drugs?

How often do I--

Not often.

-Do you sleep?
-Do I sleep?

Do you dream?

Intimations of despair?

Vickers. Whoa. What are you, a shrink?

Ruby asked me to come.
She strongly suggested I see you.

I'm here. You saw me. I'm fine.

We're good.

Clean bill of health.

John, let me help. I got it.

John, we need to know. Are you okay?

They keep asking me that.

Uh-huh.

First Ruby, now Vickers.

I'm fine.

Is it just me,
or is something else going on?

I don't know,
maybe it's just me being paranoid.

When you work a case like this,
it can happen.

Still, doesn't hurt to watch your back.

-What can I do for you boys?
-Mrs. Sugar? Helen Sugar?

-That's me.
-You have a son, John, right?

Oh, my God. You're Davy Siegel.

-From The Boy in the Corner.
-Yeah, I am.

Come in. Come on in.

-Thank you.
-This is unbelievable.

-I can't tell ya how many times…
-Thank you so much.

…I've seen that movie.

What on earth are you doing here?

Bernie?

Hey, baby.

You just getting home now?

-Yeah, I slept at the beach house.
-Why'd you go there?

With everything going on,
I had to get away.

There's something about the ocean.
It helps.

Well, come to bed.

No, you know, I'm wide-awake now.
I'm going to try to get some work done.

You go back to sleep.

-We are out here today.
-My body, my choice!

It is a fucking powerful day.
These women are amazing.

And I'm gonna be out here all day,
if you wanna come join, give me a shout.

Get your boots on the ground.

We need you. We need you.

Hey, Ruby. So, this guy
who's after Melanie, Stallings?

Hey, what's he doing? Who's he calling?
What do we know?

I'm into his phone, up in his cloud.

I'm looking at a lot of DoorDash
and Pornhub.

No pass bys or text chains?
No burners on the credit card? Nothing?

You spooked him.
Maybe he's laying low, being careful.

What's his sheet say?

Priors, of course.

D&Ds, assault,
some narcotic hits along the way.

Kidnapping? Trafficking?
He's gotta have something in that world.

No.

Are you checking
aliases, social security numbers?

Sugar, I've got this guy's entire life
right in front of me.

He's a JV asshole. That's all.

Doesn't make sense.

It does if Stallings has nothing to do
with your missing girl.

All right. Well, thanks for checking.

-Hey.
-Yeah?

If, for some reason,
this case doesn't go our way…

I'll find her.

-Perfect. Thanks.
-There you go.

-You boys have a safe drive back to LA.
-Thank you.

And don't worry. My lips are sealed.

Thank you, Mrs. Sugar.

Sweet as sugar.

That was easy.

-Hey.
-They just left. Ugh.

Yeah, told you.

-He's an oily little creep.
-That he is.

And what did you tell him?

Nothing.
But they're digging into everything.

Getting the rug pulled out from under him
is just what he needs.

That's exactly what I think.

Listen, thanks for stepping in.

Just watch yourself.

They're not stopping
until they figure out who you are.

-Okay. Thanks. We'll speak soon.
-Of course.

Happy birthday to this queen right here.

-I love you, bitch.
-Thank you. Love you.

I love this bitch.
What are you gonna be this year?

-You're gonna be a mix of Zendaya…
-All right.

…and Cate Blanchett and Mick fucking Ja--

Evening, sir.

Hi, Wiley. Hi.

Please don't encourage him.
He's becoming a degenerate for attention.

He deserves it, doesn't he?

Yes, you do, my little love junkie. Yes.

Hey.

I spoke to Teresa and the kids.

They made it to San Diego.
She has family there, so they're good.

I'm glad to hear that.

-You wanna come in?
-Yeah.

It's probably nothing--

I mean, I'm-- Breakfast, I'm making eggs,
and I remembered something.

Something about Olivia? Tell me, please.

We had plans.

Have lunch…
then go to the Rose Bowl Flea Market.

This is maybe six weeks ago,
but at the last minute,

she canceled
because she wasn't feeling well.

But later that day,

I went to go see a friend
who has a gallery in the Silver Lake area.

And while I was there,
I saw her at a café across the street.

And I was gonna go over and say hi,

but the girl she was with was
such an intense conversation.

And you'd never seen this girl before?

No, but something was going on with them.

And at the time,
I remembered, it worried me.

There's something about her.
She was so upset.

About what, I wonder.

You said… Silver Lake?

I want to find out all I can.

I think someone's been watching me.

It would have been about six weeks ago.
She was here with a friend.

Sitting right there.

Sorry, I don't remember.

-You sure?
-Yeah.

-All right. Thank you.
-Good luck, you guys. Yeah.

These trolls, every day, they keep saying,
"Olivia, we see you.

Olivia, we're gonna get you."

There was less than nothing much to go on…

No, I haven't.

…but Melanie had a feeling
about this other woman.

And so do I.

Somehow, it feels important we find her.

-I'm sorry.
-Thank you.

I've seen this a million times on TV,

where the detective shows a photograph
to people.

-I mean-- I gotta ask you.
-Uh-huh?

Does that really work?

Hey, you'd be surprised,
most people wanna help.

Why do you wanna know?

Oh, sorry, I'm a private investigator.

Her family hired me to find her.
She's been missing about two weeks now.

My identification.

We think she might have a friend
that lives close by who can help us.

-Do you mind?
-Please.

Yeah, I've never seen her.

You're Melanie Matthews.

Oh, yeah.
Dani, that's Melanie Matthews.

Oh, my God.
You're… her.

I can't even begin to say
how much your music means to me.

To so many of us now.

Thanks, Dani.

You never took any shit, did you?

No, I did not.

You're with him?

Yeah.

I know that girl.
She's a friend of Taylor.

Taylor.
Do you know where Taylor lives, Dani?

Well, this is fun.

What?

Working with a bona fide rock star.

Please. Former.

No, seriously, it helped.
I mean, she trusted you.

How many of my albums do you have?

What are you talking about? I got 'em all.

Liar.

Yeah?

Hey, Taylor. Dani called.

-Hey, I'm Melanie--
-Yeah, I know. Dani told me.

She says you guys are looking for Olivia.

Look, I don't know anything
about her either, okay? So, I--

Maybe we could just talk for a minute.

Guys, I'm done
with all this Siegel stuff, okay?

"Siegel stuff"? What do you mean?

Look, if you don't wanna talk,
that's okay. We'll go.

Can I ask you, are you okay?

Five minutes.

But only because Pain Station
fricking rules.

Thanks. That's a deal.

-Thank you.
-Thank you.

How did you and Olivia meet?
Let's start there.

I called her a hypocritical bitch.

I love this bitch.

Wow,
that's some way to start a friendship.

Yeah.

Get your boots on the fucking ground.
We need you.

It was on Instagram.

She was posting all these stories
about helping women escape abusive men.

We need you.

And I just couldn't fucking take it.

So, I messaged her
and gave her a ration of shit

and said that instead of looking
in East LA,

she should look at her own backyard.

Her own backyard?
What did you mean?

Or who did you mean, Taylor?

I'm an actor, okay? Trying to be.

A couple of months ago, I was up
for a role in a Bernie Siegel film.

Thought,
"Okay, cool. I know Davy Siegel,"

you know,
socially, like, friend of a friend,

that kind of thing.

And so, I mentioned to him,

I was like, "Hey, I'm up for a role
in your dad's movie."

Shouldn't have done that.

What happened?

Well, nothing at first.
Davy was great, you know?

"Oh, so excited. Hope you get it.
That's a perfect role for you."

He was great.

-At first?
-Yeah.

Until he started texting me.

"Hey, so, just found out
that this is gonna be a much larger role.

Lots of competition.

Why don't I come on over
and help you with the audition?"

And, okay, here we go, like,
"help me with the audition"? Fuck that.

I was polite, you know?

"Oh, my God, that's so nice of you.
You know, I can't tonight."

But I-- He didn't let it go.

So he would just ask
about the next night and the next night,

and finally, I text him back,
"Sorry, dude, it's not happening."

The end.

His reply, it's a video

of two people fucking.

I'm one of them,
and Davy is the other one.

That was his secret, you know?

It-- He had hidden cameras.

And like I said, like,
we had hooked up at his place once,

literal years ago, you know?

I… barely even remembered.

And I was so angry
and so fucking violated.

And I'm texting him.

What the fuck does he think
this is gonna do?

Convince me to audition for you?

Fuck you. You know?

And so, he calls me, and his voice was--

You know, he called me a bitch.

And said
that if I didn't let him come over,

and, these are his words--

"Fuck you any way I want,"
he would put the tape online.

So what did you do?

I went to the cops.

Okay.

I told them that this…
psycho guy was bothering me,

and they were very concerned,
and they asked me who the psycho was,

and I told them
it's Jonathan Siegel's grandson.

Nothing happened.

Yeah. Well--
But they're the Siegels, you know?

What are they gonna do?

Next day, however,

I got a call from a lawyer offering
me money to sign an NDA about Davy.

That's Bernie's lawyer?

Yeah. I told her to go fuck herself too.
So, that was that.

Olivia, she knew all this?

-You told her about it?
-Yeah.

Yeah, she was the one who told me
that it wasn't just me.

Sexual blackmail,
this is, like, his thing.

Olivia knew his secret.

Yeah, he's done this to dozens of women.

Asshole.

Anyways,

I think it's been more
than five minutes, so…

Well, you've been very brave, Taylor.
Thank you.

Yeah.

I'm scared. I--

Are you okay?

Yep.

Yeah? With Davy, did you…

You know that thing, the idea
that we're supposed to slow down,

pay attention to things?

You know, if we slow down,
we put down our phones,

we really slow down,
maybe we see the world as beautiful?

Yeah. Stop and smell the roses.

Might be the opposite.

What do you mean?

Might be the reason we don't look
is because…

it's all so sad and ugly.

Yeah, but not everything.

We have sea lions, Patti Smith--

-Okay.
-Cypress trees.

You know, the sound of your little sister
laughing, having fun.

I don't have a little sister.

Okay, so what about Paris?

-City of Paris is sad and ugly?
-Never been.

You've never been to Paris?

Nope.

C'est tant pis.

She's never been to Paris.

Wiley, she's never been to Paris.
No wonder she's so down in the dumps.

That and…

And maybe the Bernie thing too.

It sounds like he may have been involved
in all this Davy business.

Thanks for the ride.

You got it.

She's upset.

Davy was a predator.
Olivia found out and now Olivia's gone.

Did one thing lead to the other?

Not sure.

I need to know how deep the rot runs
in the Siegel family.

You should have seen it.
His mom would have told me anything.

That's my boy.
Always the charmer.

Do me a favor, David,

and don't mention any of this
to your father, okay?

Let's figure out
what we're going to tell him first.

-So if he calls you…
-But he already knows I went.

No, I know. I know. I just--

I'd like some time
to digest the information first.

So if he calls you,
say you wanna tell him in person, okay?

Okay, Mom.

All right. Thank you, sweetheart.
Safe travels back.

Bye.

Hey, Carlos. It's John Sugar.
I need to speak to Mr. Siegel, please.

-Did you find her?
-No, sir. Not yet.

Then why are you calling me?

Well, there's something important
I need to discuss with you.

What is it?

I'd rather not say over the phone.
Have you got time to meet?

Carlos will give you an address.

Carlos gave me an address
and a movie ticket.

Okay. Sure.
It's a Lorraine Everly classic.

But I'm here to work.

From the beginning, I've suspected

that Jonathan's been
holding something back.

A secret. Something important.
Something to do with Olivia.

But now, I'm worried
it may have something to do with Davy.

-Mr. Sugar.
-Congratulations.

Glad you could make it.

Not quite Vanity Fair on Oscar night,
but a lot of old friends.

Well, thanks for the invitation.

Somewhere private we can talk?

-After the screening.
-Sure.

It's like watching…

Oh, yeah. Hey.

Photo op time.

I hear your private detective
is striking out.

What do you care?

I care.
I've just had enough of her nonsense.

-Scotch. Neat, please.
-You got it.

So, you're the PI?

Yeah, I'm one of 'em.

Funny.

You never cared about Olivia
a day in your life.

You, a truly terrible father.

Margit Sorensen.

You think that's funny?

I'm John Sugar.

You know who said
the same thing to me, Dad?

My mother.

I was a teenager once with access
to a television.

So, yeah, I know who you are.

I'm really not sure if I should feel
flattered by that,

or just old.

-Yeah.
-Thank you.

-Davy Siegel's your son, huh?
-Prick.

My one and only.

Is he here tonight? I haven't seen him.

Oh, no. David's very busy.
He couldn't make it.

Do you know him personally?

No, not really.
Just-- Just by reputation.

Well, don't believe
everything you hear, Mr. Sugar.

I mean, when it comes
to someone like you, I don't.

Taking a night off from fighting crime?

An invite to a glamorous
Hollywood screening, how could I say no?

Well, if by glamorous,

you mean watching Jon Voight not know
he's got popcorn in his beard.

Well, yes, can't miss.

Still no Olivia?

Working on it.

She always appears
after you give up looking.

Yeah. Well, I'm not giving up.

Suit yourself. Not my money.

Where's Davy?

-David? Why?
-I just wanna talk to him.

-About what?
-About women.

Dating advice?

David's had rotten luck
in that department.

Dating, is that what we're calling it now?

Is something on your mind, Mr. Sugar?

It's gonna come out, Bernie.

Davy. The women.

You trying to cover it all up.
It's coming out.

I have absolutely no idea
what you're talking about.

Did Davy do something?

Did Davy do something to Oliv--

This looks like interesting conversation.

Mr. Sugar, this is my wife, Wendy.

I'm sorry to interrupt,
but they are asking for you.

Let's go.

I don't get it.

Davy's a sex offender.
Olivia's gone missing.

And I still don't know how
those two things are connected,

but no one in this family seems
to give a shit about either one.

What's going on with these two?

I thought Melanie had come clean,
but maybe not.

I've been doing this a long time.
But to be honest, when it comes to people,

I still have a lot to learn.

Sorry to bother you.
I'm Jonathan Siegel's PI.

No, no, no. Come on in. Bother away.

I'm Glen, by the way.

-You excited for the screening?
-Oh, yeah.

111 minutes of Lorraine Everly
on 35 millimeter at a 2.35-to-1 ratio.

You better believe I'm excited.
I wouldn't be human if I wasn't excited.

Nice to find a fellow nerd.

I assume you were studying Kurosawa
and Godard by the age of five?

No, not really.

I didn't really discover movies until
much later in life.

But when I did, you know,

bad guys, good guys, femme fatales,
killer robots, cowardly lions.

I loved it. All of it.

Amazing, the things you can learn
just from watching the movies.

Yeah.

Thanks, Glen.

-Yeah, man. Enjoy the show.
-Will do.

You're supposed to be in Mexico…

-"Enjoy the show."
-…with my husband.

I'm trying.
Although it's hard to be patient.

What are you, my babysitter?

-That's exactly what I am.
-I need to talk to Jonathan.

Louis told me to stay here
and keep an eye on you.

I keep thinking about running away.

I wanna get away from this place.
Away from him.

I admit, this was one of my favorites.

What if there were no Louis?

That's dangerous talk, Coral.

I'm only talking to you, Steve.

You're the only one I tell my secrets to.

You're the only one I trust.

Ladies and gentlemen, the film's producer.

A living Hollywood legend,
Jonathan Siegel.

So great to revisit
this picture on the big screen.

Oh, bless your heart.

A wonderful picture
and a wonderful actress.

This was Lorraine Everly's
first major role, wasn't it?

Yes.
And I'm the genius who gave it to her.

-You couldn't take your eyes off her.
-Yeah.

Anyway, I couldn't.

You made six more movies together

and were married for 23 years.

That's almost unheard of in Hollywood.

Well, besides love,

we respected each other.

I'm so screwed.

It's him.

Fuck.

That's the key.

-Did you have--
-The timing is horrifying.

Everything all right?

Hey, Stallings, what's up?

I just found out. You doing all right?

I'm fine. But yeah, it's crazy.

I'm afraid we'll have to cut this short.
My apologies.

You know, you can't do this.

You can't touch that.
Like, remember when women were fun?

Well, all right-- Okay, Jonathan--
Jonathan Siegel, everybody.

Jonathan Siegel.

It'll blow over.

I hope so. Because
there's one rule that hasn't changed,

-and that's--
-Mr. Siegel.

Mr. Siegel. Are you okay?

Mr. Siegel! Here. Here. Here's a chair.

If you find yourself talking to the cops…

…or a lawyer or…

-Teresa's so-called probation officer…
-You okay? Call 911.

-Relax. Whoa.
-I'm a bit dizzy.

Is there a doctor?

Is he breathing?

…and my name comes out of your mouth…

Nah, man.

-No way. You got nothing to worry about.
-Here he is.

He started crashing. Okay, excuse me.

No pulse.

…I will skull fuck you
till your eyes bleed.

360, charge.

Clear!

Clear!

Again.

All right.
Well, I'm heading to TJ tonight.

Maybe when I get back we can
grab a beer, get some pussy,

get your mind away from this shit, huh?

Yeah, of course. Sounds good.

Adiós, muchacho.

Fuck.

Boys. Boys.
Come here, come here, come here.

Give me some love.

Give me some love,
you beautiful creatures.

How are ya? How are ya? Huh?

All right. Get the girls out of here!

Come on! Come on! Come on!
For fuck's sake.

You ready to roll?

Sí, jefe.

All right,
I'm heading down south on business,

but I wanna keep moving
on this Clifford shit, okay?

Follow up with that Melanie Matthews,
and I wanna know who this

Mr. Parole Officer is with the good hair,
all right?

That's your job, shithead.

I'm trusting you two to take care of this
for me. Don't fuck it up.

-Got it.
-And you…

you are my guardian. Huh?

And what's behind this door
is my special project.

Mine, all right?

So if anybody comes anywhere near it,

I want you to shoot 'em in the head.
You got it?

Right between the eyes.

And don't forget to feed the dogs.

All right, let's go. Let's go.

Heart attack.

But they say he should be fine.
Guess that's good news for Jonathan.

But me, I'm left spinning my wheels.

Still, seeing that movie tonight
reminded me of something.

Why would she be wearing
the same dress 30 years later?

Same dress.

Why would she be wearing the same dress…

thirty years later?

Hello again.

You know, sometimes I think
the entire human race is doomed.

I think someone's been watching me.

And I know that sounds really,
really fucking paranoid. But--

No, you were right, Olivia.

I'm scared.