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[both moaning]

- Jenny, wow.

[both laugh]

[exhales, chuckles]

- I wish we had more time.
- Yeah, me too.

[both moaning]

- [giggles]

Well, I better go
or I'm gonna be late.

- Come on, stay.

[both moan]

Paul, I can't.

I'm gonna miss my flight.
I'm serious.

- Stay with me.

I'll make it worth your while.
I promise.

- [moans]

I know you will,
but I can't, sweetie.

- [groans, chuckles]

- I'm gonna go hop
in the shower.

- Mm, can I join you?

[both giggling]

[exhales]

Mmm, mmm, mmm.

- So I'll be back next weekend.
[keyboard clacking]

[chuckles]

- Wow.
You look beautiful.

- [chuckles]
I'll miss you.

- Yeah, I'll miss you too.

- [clears throat]
- Oh.

[both chuckling]
I'm sorry.

- [exhales]

- Have a good flight.

- Thanks, babe.
I'll see you soon.

[gasps quietly]

- I really enjoy
our time together.

- You know I can't
get enough of you.

I'll be back soon.
I promise.

- I can't wait.

- [grunting]

[tense music]

[sighs]

♪ ♪

[exhales slowly]

[door clicks open, shuts]

- Yes, I have the money.
Yes, it went fine.

Doesn't it always?
So this is the last one, right?

Okay, yes.
Thank you.

Thank you for every--
[distant clanging]

Huh?

N-no, it's nothing.
I just--it's nothing.

Um, thank you.
I have to go.

Hello?
Is someone there?

Hello?
[speaking foreign language]

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

[sighs] Sorry I'm late.
Let's head home.

[airstair whirs, clicks close]

♪ ♪

[indistinct chatter]

- To my beautiful daughter,
Lauren.

- [chuckles]

- No matter how far and wide
your travels may take you,

always remember that you have

a loving family
for you here at home.

Your mother would have been
very proud of you today.

- Thank you, Dad.

I love you too.
[chuckles]

- [clears throat]

- Ah, nope, no way.
- Oh, come on, Dad.

- One sip won't hurt.
- All right, one sip.

- Yes!

Oh, no.
Gross, gross.

- So you know, um,
where you're flying first?

- I find out tomorrow.

Um, I put bids in for New York,
Los Angeles, even Paris.

Um, it's pretty competitive,
though.

- Oh, yeah, I get it.
Pointing out the exits,

serving pretzels.
It's cutthroat.

- Oh, shut up, brat.
- What about you, Chris?

What's next for you?

- I have a year of classes
left ahead of me,

so I'll be handling books.

- Yeah, and once
Chris graduates,

I'll have saved up
a little bit of money,

and we'll be able to apply
for grad school together abroad.

- Well, sounds like you guys

got this whole
future thing figured out.

- [chuckles]

Oh, hey, Ashley,

I want to introduce you
to my family.

- Hey, family.
[laughter]

- This is Ashley.

She's saving up
for grad school too.

She's a fashion designer.

We sat next to each other
on the first day,

and we've been inseparable
ever since.

- [chuckles]
- She's my rock.

- Oh, please, I would have
dropped out, like, five times

if you weren't there
to keep me sane.

[laughter]

Hey, fellow flight attendant,

are you ready
to fly out tomorrow?

- Ooh.

Good morning,
ladies and gentlemen.

It is my pleasure
to welcome you aboard

Sky South Airlines flight to...

Paris, France.
[laughter]

- There are two exits
in the front of the aircraft--

- Two window exits
above the wings--

- And two exits in the rear
of the aircraft and...

both: Keep in mind
the closest usable exit

may be located behind you.

[laughter]

- That's great.
Congratulations to you both.

- I'm so excited.

Who knows where we could
be off to first, right?

- Mm-hmm.

[jet engines roaring]

- Ugh, this sucks.
Detroit, really?

- Hey, it's not all that bad.

I think our first flight
went pretty well.

- Yeah, that's because
you didn't have

Boozy McBoozeFace
in your section.

The guy kept ordering a bunch
of little mini rums

and got real handsy with me.

I wanted to put his head
through both the windows.

- Ugh, I'm sorry.
- Yeah.

- Hey, it sounds like we could
both use some coffee.

- Oh, yes.

Hi.

Can I please do, um,
a iced coffee,

one pump caramel
and one pump mocha,

and she's gonna do
a caffè mocha

with, just, like,
a little bit of cinnamon please.

Thank you.

- Hi, sweetie.
Is this your first time flying?

Well, you and Mr. Monkey
are gonna love it.

- Lauren, coffee.
- Oh, thank you.

[inspiring ambient music]

- Thank you.

- That's pretty cool, huh?

- [sighs] What?
- I don't know.

I was just thinking about
how when I was a little girl

and I would go on
business trips with my dad.

- Mm, and you caught the bug?
- Yeah.

I mean, I loved flying.

Just--I wanted
to see the world.

- Mm.
- [giggles]

♪ ♪

Oh, no.
She left Mr. Monkey.

Hold this for me?
Two minutes.

- Lauren, no, you're gonna miss
the hotel shuttle.

- I'll catch the next one.

♪ ♪

Hi.
You can't forget Mr. Monkey.

Aww.
Have a safe flight, sweetie.

Bye.

♪ ♪

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- [screams]

[distant horns honking]

[cell phone buzzing]

- Hello?
- Hey, girl.

I just talked to the super cute
shuttle driver,

and he said that he just ran
his last trip for tonight,

so you're gonna have to catch
an Uber.

- What? I mean,
he can't just come back?

- Well, I almost had him
convinced,

but the manager
of this crappy place

just took away his keys.

[giggles]

Oh, and he did mention

that you have to go
across the street

to the parking garage
for the Uber pickup area.

- Okay. I'll see you soon,
hopefully.

- Mm-kay.
Bye, boo.

- [muffled screaming]

[tense music]

[grunting]

[screams]

[banging]
[groaning]

♪ ♪

[car horn honks]

- Hi, I'm sorry.
Can I help you?

- I didn't mean to startle you.

It's just I'm worried
about you.

You shouldn't be out here
by yourself.

- Right?

I was starting
to feel a little nervous.

I--I thought I heard something
strange coming from over there.

- Are you headed home?

- Actually, I just missed
the last shuttle to my hotel.

I was about to call an Uber.

- I was waiting for someone
who didn't show, so I'm free.

Let me give you a ride.

- Oh, um, no, thank you.

I just--I couldn't
inconvenience you like that.

- Oh, come on,
us trolley dollies

have to stick together,
right?

- Well, um, if you're sure

I wouldn't be too much
of an inconvenience.

- Oh, come on, it'd give me
somebody to talk to on the ride.

Put your stuff in the back.

- Okay.

[trunk closes]

[door opening]

[exhales]

[car engine revving]

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

Um, I think that was the turn
for the Aero Lodge.

- Yeah, we're not going
to your hotel.

We're going to my hotel.

Oh, it's nothing like that.
I just--I know the manager,

and I'm gonna get you set up
in a nice suite.

- What airline do you work for?

- Oh, well,
that's a very fun story,

and I'm gonna tell it
over drinks, on me.

- [chuckles]

[jazz music]

♪ ♪

- I used to be just like you.

Overworked, underappreciated,
and dirt poor.

Thanks, Mikey.
Keep the change.

But those days
seem to be behind me.

- I can see that.
What changed?

- I met a man,
but not like that.

Um, no, not a kept woman,
far from it.

We're, uh, business partners.

- Must be some business.
- We like to think so.

It's a private airline.

- I heard those jobs
are hard to come by.

- Well, they can be
if you're an average woman,

but you don't strike me
as average.

- [chuckles]

- And our company
is far from average.

Franklin's philosophy
was to keep a small base

of the most discerning clients.

We don't go looking for them.
They come looking for us.

- How do you manage that?

- Every one
of our flight attendants

is also a concierge,

extending not just
to the flight

but the entire trip abroad.

- A concierge?

So you, like, help them
with dinner reservations?

- You make sure the clients
are happy and comfortable,

whatever they need,

and they're very generous
if treated right.

Like, some girls are asked
to go on destination dates.

- Destination dates?
You mean, like--

- I think you know what I mean.

So are you ready to go
to the next level,

or are you happy
where you're at?

- [exhales]

Thank you,

but I don't think my boyfriend

would appreciate me

going on destination dates
with other men.

- Fair enough.

Let me share
a piece of advice.

What men don't know
can't hurt you.

I'll give you my number
in case you change your mind.

♪ ♪

[soft mysterious music]

♪ ♪

- [chuckles]

Of course,

because why wouldn't there
be free breakfast in bed?

♪ ♪

- Wait, so she's this
jet-setting madam

for these rich guys?
I don't get it.

- She seemed pretty legit.

She even asked
if I was interested in joining.

- Well?
- Well what?

- Are you interested
in joining?

- No, I'm not interested.
Are you kidding me?

Besides, I'm about to hear back
on my bid for the Paris route.

- I know, I know.
It's just, you know,

if it doesn't work out,
I wouldn't judge you.

Getting paid that kind
of money to go on a few dates

just doesn't seem like
a bad deal.

- You can't be serious.
- Come on.

Maybe even those rich guys
are cute.

- Oh, yeah?
Just like your shuttle driver?

- Ah, a man in every port.

[laughs]
[cell phones buzz, chime]

- Oh, I bet
that's our schedules.

- Let's see what
fabulous routes

I will be going on.

What the hell?
They cut my schedule in half.

- Mine too.

- "Due to a competitive
landscape,

we'll be phasing out
some routes,"

blah, blah, blah.
I mean,

how am I gonna pay my rent?

- Come on.
We have to start boarding soon.

Chris, you home?

You would not believe
the day I just had.

[woman shouts]

Chris?

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[woman moans]
Oh, my God.

What the hell?

[shouts]
Chris.

- I thought you
came back tomorrow!

- Get out!

- Look, she doesn't mean
anything to me.

I love you.
Look at me!

- Don't touch me!

Are you kidding me?
[door closes]

You've been cheating on me
this whole time?

- Well, you're never here!

- Oh, so it's my fault
because I have a damn job?

- If you just calm down
and think for a second--

- Oh, my God.

You did not just say that!
Get out.

- No.

- What do you mean, no?
Get out of my apartment!

- My parents signed the lease
when we didn't have the credit,

so technically
it's my apartment,

so why don't you get your things
and get the hell out?

- Fine.
- Mm-hmm.

- Have a nice life.

[soft dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[exhales]

[sniffs]

[sighs]

[shuddering]

♪ ♪

[crying]

♪ ♪

- Lauren?

- Oh, Dad, I'm so sorry.
I didn't want to wake you.

- No, it's okay.
- What are these?

- That's--that's nothing.
Don't--don't worry about that.

But what are you doing here
so late, honey?

- Um, Chris and I--

- Oh, hey, hey, it's okay.

It's okay.
It's okay.

- No, it's not, and we're over,
and I have nowhere to go.

- Oh, come on.
Don't be silly.

You have somewhere to go.
Here.

- Are you sure?
'Cause I feel bad.

- Yeah.
I mean, if anything,

you'd be doing me a favor.

You could help me
translate teenage girl.

- [laughs]

- Let's get you set up
in your old room.

- [chuckles]
- I'm gonna grab your bags.

♪ ♪

- You know
we could just kill him.

Seriously, we could just
go down to the store.

We'll get some plastic tarp,
some duct tape,

a nice variety of sharp knives.

We'll just head on over there,
and we'll kill him.

It'll make you feel
a lot better.

Look, you just gotta
forget about him, okay?

He's a creep,

and you're better off
without him.

- Yeah, I guess.

[chuckles sadly]
It just sucks,

and with work and these
schedule cuts, it's just--

- Too much?

It's always gonna be too much,
sweetie, till it isn't.

Besides,
your dad'll take care of you

until you can get back
on your feet.

- No, I know.

It's just my dad
hasn't been the same

since my mom died.

Insurance didn't cover
a lot of the treatment,

and...

it was really bad
towards the end.

[cell phone buzzes, chimes]

♪ ♪

- What is it?

- "We regret
to inform you that..."

They denied my bid
for the Paris route.

- Oh, honey.

Those routes always go
to the dinosaurs.

Rachel said that
it took her ten years

to get the Paris route.

I mean, we're just
too young and cute.

It's gonna end up
taking us years.

What is that?
Is that--you kept it.

You kept it.
I knew it.

So what are you thinking?

- I'm thinking I'm tired
of being a victim.

Our bosses, our boyfriends,

all these men think
that they can just use us up

and then throw us out

once they've gotten
what they wanted.

I'm thinking maybe it's time
we get what we want.

- So you're gonna call her.

- Yeah.

- Hell, count me in.
- You sure?

- Let's take these rich idiots
for all they're worth.

- Okay.

[exciting music]

♪ ♪

- Welcome, girls.
This is your captain, Shane,

and you must be Ashley.

Lauren, she's even
more gorgeous than you said.

- Oh, someone who knows
how to treat a girl.

[laughter]

- Shall we get this bird
in the air?

- Ladies.
- Thank you.

♪ ♪

[jet engines roaring]

- Thank you, Lizzie.

Girls, can we get you
something to drink?

- Oh, um, can I have a glass
of white wine, please?

- Could I do a vodka martini,
extra olives, extra dirty?

Like, extra, extra.

- Sorry, she's picky.

- No, I like a woman
who knows what she wants.

- See?
Amen to that.

Now, uh, where exactly
are we going?

- Ah, sorry for the secrecy.

Franklin is a very private man,

very generous and very private.

So sit back, relax,

and just enjoy being
on this side of the aisle.

- To being on this side
of the aisle.

♪ ♪

- How rich is this guy?

- [chuckles]
You're about to find out.

- Let's do this.

♪ ♪

[hawk squawking]

- This way, ladies.

- [whispering] I can't believe
someone lives here.

- I could live here.

- [breathing deeply]

[door clicks open, closes]

- Dad, did you take your meds?

[pen scratches]

- Yes.

- Are you sure?
- Yes, yes, I'm sure.

I have lung cancer,
not dementia, damn it.

[knocking]
[grunts]

Well, answer the door.

Hannah, love, you've made it.

- Oh, Franklin, darling.

[both chuckling]

Girls, go ahead and have a seat.

- Please, come in.

[kisses]

So you must be Ashley.
Oh, just lovely.

[laughing]

And you must be Lauren.

Just as beautiful
as Hannah says.

- [chuckles]

I always do right
by you, dear.

- Well, there was that one time.
- [laughing]

[door slams]

- [sighs]
That's my son, Eric.

He means well, but, uh--

- Oh, I feel the same way
about my sister.

- Ah, yes, Shannon, correct?

- That's right.

Franklin, you seem to know
a lot about us,

but we don't know
a single thing about you.

That hardly seems fair,
does it?

- [laughs]

No.
No, no, it doesn't, does it?

You have brought me
a real firecracker here, Hannah.

Are you half as feisty
as this one, Ashley?

- Oh, yeah.
I'm a total bitch.

- [laughs]
Splendid.

All right, then, tell me,
what would you like to know?

- Well, Ashley
and I were wondering

how someone gets
into your type of work.

- Hmm.
[grunts]

[inspiring ambient music]

This was my father's
retirement gift.

He was an aeronautical engineer.

Flying has always been
in my family's blood.

He gave 40 years of his life
to the same company,

and when they laid him off,

they gave him this.
Not much else.

That's why I keep this trophy,

to remind me of the reward
a lack of ambition brings.

[thud]

So--[clears throat]
I saved enough

to found my own private airline,

and soon I recognized
that the wealthy men

I was flying all around
the world

needed more than
just transportation.

They needed companionship.

And while society may perhaps

deem what we do a crime,

it is a victimless one.

I personally make sure of that.

I have created a safe,
empowering,

and lucrative environment
for our employees,

the ranks of which

I would very much like
you girls to join.

[chuckles]

I think that you're go--
[coughs]

I think--

[hacking loudly]

Oh--oh, apologies for that.

I'm, uh--I'm battling
a bit of a cold.

[chuckles]

But I would very much like you

to get started straight away.

I've arranged
for your new uniforms.

They're waiting
for you downstairs, mm-hmm.

- All right, girls,
I'll show you the way.

Uh, Franklin,
any news on Jenny?

- No, I'm afraid not.

I'll--I'll let you know
if I hear anything.

[door closes]

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

- I need you to keep an eye
on these new girls.

And Hannah, too.
Especially Hannah.

♪ ♪

- Hey, I'm not crazy.

That was kind of intense, right?

- Which part?

Tragic back story man
or his creepy son?

- The story and the way
the son was staring at us.

It just all feels kinda crazy.

- Mm, but when you're rich,

it's actually
just called "eccentric,"

and as long as his checks
don't bounce,

he can tell me
whatever story he wants.

Okay, what do you think?

- Ooh, that's way too sexy.
- Perfect.

Well, I think
this deserves a toast.

Where do you think
Daddy keeps the booze?

- Oh, you girls look
beautiful,

and, uh, the bar is downstairs.
Help yourself.

- I'll be back.

- Hmm.

What's wrong?

- I don't know.
I'm just--

- Nervous?

- Yeah.

- Lauren, yeah,
these guys are really rich,

but they want you,

and that gives you power
over them.

You don't have to do anything
you don't wanna do.

You don't owe them anything.

Just be your brilliant,
sparkly self

and try to have a good time.

- You're right.

Thank you, and thank you
so much for this opportunity.

I'm not gonna let you down.

- You're brave.

What you did
in Franklin's office,

there's not a lot of people
with the spine

to stand up to him.
You know what that tells me?

- What?
- I made the right choice.

[footsteps receding]

- What do you think your guy
will look like?

- I don't know.

- Well, you're not curious?
- Of course I'm curious.

We'll find out soon.
[car approaching]

- Yeah, but what if they're,
like, really gross?

Like, what if they're old
enough to be your granddad?

Oh, here they come.

- Okay.
[engine shuts off]

You must be Ashley.

I'm Harold.
It's a pleasure to meet you.

- Pleasure's all mine.
- Oh, no,

I think there'll be plenty
of pleasure for the both of us.

- [chuckles, inhales excitedly]

- Hi, there.
Thomas.

- Hi, Thomas.
I'm Lauren.

I'm looking forward
to my flight to Paris with you.

- Well, that makes two of us.
After you.

- 'Cause otherwise
everything goes haywire.

- Yeah, no, no, fantastic,
you know?

- They're hot.
They're both, like, really hot.

- Can we please try to pretend
like you're a professional?

- Oh, come on.
Look at him.

Pretend like you don't want
a piece of that.

Honestly, we should
be paying them.

- [shushes]
They might hear you.

- Oh, whatever.
Thank you.

Let's do this.
[glasses clink]

The 18-year, neat.

Fine choice,
if I do say so myself.

- Thank you.
What about you?

- What about me?

- Where's your drink?

- [scoffs]

- Come on.
We've got ten hours in the air.

This would be a hell
of a lot more fun

if you were under the influence.

- You know, you should listen
to my business partner.

He's an expert on the matter.

Why don't you grab some drinks
and join us?

[upbeat electronic music]

♪ ♪

[cash register dings]

♪

[both laugh]

Oh, man, looks like Harold
might have finally bit off

more than he can chew.

[both laughing]

Your friend is, uh--is not shy.

- No, that's definitely
not a word

I'd use to describe her.

- You're different though.

- Am I being too shy?

- No, no, that's not it.

- I'm just nervous.

- I noticed.
But can I tell you a secret?

So am I.

- No, you're teasing me.

- Honest.
I mean, don't get me wrong.

I'm having a great time
with you, but all this,

it just seems so weird, right?

- It does, doesn't it?
- Right?

This whole world, to some guys,

it comes so natural.

It's exactly what they want,
but--

[laughing]

but for me it--you know,

sometimes it feels like
it's what I'm supposed to want,

like I'm trying to meet
someone else's idea

of who I'm supposed to be,
you know?

- What do you actually want?

- That's the million-dollar
question, isn't it?

I haven't quite figured
that out yet.

- Yeah.
- But I hope to.

- That's really brave of you
to admit that.

Not many men would.

- Is it brave, or is it crazy?
- Yeah, or that.

I'll make you a deal.

For the rest of the trip,

I promise
to stop being so nervous

if you promise to stop caring
so much

about what other people think.

Deal?

- Yes.
- [yelps]

[thuds]
[laughs]

I'm okay.
[laughing]

- Oh.

♪ ♪

[jet engines roaring]

- [speaking French]

What do you mean,
the meeting is canceled?

I just flew halfway
around the world.

- Well, looks like I gotta
smooth a few things over

with Harold,
and, uh, some clients,

but would you like
to join me for dinner tonight?

- Sure.
Um, what do you have in mind?

- It's your pick, concierge.
- [chuckles]

- Oh, and, uh, just a heads-up.

I had a couple of things
sent to your room.

Just text me.

Let me know where
to meet you tonight.

- Get it, girl.
- You're so gross.

- Yeah.

Uh, Harold's meeting
got canceled,

so he's just gonna go ahead
and buy me some things instead.

You, uh, cool to get
to the hotel on your own?

- Yeah, I'll be fine.
Are you gonna be okay?

- I'll get by.
- Okay.

- [giggles]

[door creaks]

[soft compelling music]

♪ ♪

- [gasps]

Oh, my God.

"Hope you can find
something you like, Thomas."

[chuckles]

That won't be a problem.

♪ ♪

[giggles]

- [coughing]

[knocking]

Uh, come.
[sniffles]

[groans]

- You wanted to see me?

- Oh, Hannah.
Yes, come.

Come closer.

[sighs]

So how did things go today?

- Ah, as well
as can be expected.

- Mm.
[chuckling]

And, uh, how are
our new girls faring?

- So far, so good.

- Um, keep an eye
on that Lauren.

Uh, she intrigues me

and reminds me
of someone I know.

[laughing]

[coughing]

[groaning]

[breathing deeply]

- I'm worried about you.

- I'm so lucky to have you.

- Mm-hmm.

- Someone who I can trust
to look after the girls

and everything else
after I'm gone.

- [shushes]

[both laughing]

Well, what kind of talk is that?

You're not going anywhere,

not if I have anything
to say about it.

- [groans]

- How about you get some rest?

- No, I--

Uh...
- Uh-huh.

- Uh...
- Yeah.

- Okay.
- Yeah.

- [laughing]

- [gasps]

Eric, why am I not surprised

to find you here
lurking in the dark?

- What did the old man
want with you?

- Why don't you just ask him?

Or maybe you can
just keep eavesdropping

and have better luck next time.

- Hannah?
- Yes?

- I wouldn't talk
to me that way.

I am gonna be your boss one day.

- Hmm.
I wouldn't be so sure.

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

[car engines revving]

[soft music playing]

[indistinct chatter]

- Hi.
- Hi.

- Wow, you--you look, uh--
- Oh, this old thing?

I just found it laying
around my room.

- [laughing]

Uh...

Can I take your coat?
- Yeah.

Thank you.

I don't think I've had someone
do that for me in... ever.

- Well, clearly you've been
hanging around

with the wrong kind of men.

- Yeah, you could say that.

- Did I hit a little too close
to home?

I'm sorry. I--I--

I mean, seriously,
if you don't mind me saying,

whoever he is, screw him.

He's not worth your anger
or your regret.

- Thank you.

Recently I had this ex who...

You know what?

Never mind.
You're right.

He's not worth it.

What about you?

Do you have any first-date-
inappropriate baggage

you'd like to trudge out next?

- Nah.

No, I'm--I'm the opposite,
really.

You have to have had
a real relationship

in order to have
relationship baggage.

I travel so much for work,
it keeps me so busy,

[laughing]
it's...

it's not a great formula
for a healthy relationship.

- That's fair.
It must get lonely.

- Yeah.
Oh, champagne?

- Mm-hmm.
- Bonjour.

[speaking in French]

Is there anything else
you would like to start?

- [speaking in French]

- I didn't know
you spoke French.

Have you--have you spent
much time here?

- No, um, actually,

this is my first time
outside of the U.S.

- Oh.

- I've always loved French
culture and the language.

I'm actually really happy

that I finally get
to put it to good use.

I've always dreamed
of exploring Europe

and, um, experiencing
everything,

so I think I'm gonna learn
German or Dutch next.

- Wow.

Wow, you just--you're full
of surprises.

You know, I have to say,

you're not like the women
that I'm used to.

[chuckles]

You know, most of them
are more interested

in collecting designer shoes
than languages.

- That's not fair.
- Oh, no, I--I'm sorry.

I didn't--I didn't mean--
- I like shoes too.

[both laughing]

- Oh, that's so funny.

[both laughing]

Oh, so I had a great time
with you tonight.

- You know what?
I did too.

- Yeah?

My apartment isn't
too far from here.

Would you maybe want
to come up for a nightcap?

[upbeat seductive music]

♪ ♪

- [chuckles]

[giggles]

[moans]

[laughs]

♪ ♪

[laughs]

♪

[moans]

♪ ♪

- You okay?
Did I do something?

- Oh, no, no, no, it's not you.
It's just--

- Okay.

- I just--it's--you know,

it's so soon,
and it's my first flight.

- Well, yeah,
it's--it's okay.

You don't have to do anything
you don't want to.

- No, I'm so sorry.

You were incredible tonight.

- No, it's--it's fine.

You don't--you don't have
to explain anything.

It's okay.

You're safe.

[soft dramatic music]

♪ ♪

Do you, um...

Just want to lay here
for a while?

Is that okay?

- Yeah.
- Okay.

Is this okay?

- Yeah.
- Yeah?

[breathes deeply]

♪ ♪

[exhales]

♪ ♪

[door slams]
- [gasps]

Oh.

Oh, it's--what's--what's the--

what's there?

Uh--oh.

- Just came to check on you.
- Oh, God.

Oh, I'm fine.

Or at least I was.

[breathing heavily]

I'm tired.
Let--let an old man sleep.

- Not too tired to have

late-night meetings
with Hannah though.

- Is that what this is about?

I--I wanted to hear
about the day's business.

You know, if--if you paid
more attention to such details,

then perhaps you
could update me instead.

- Maybe I would if you actually
gave me any real responsibility

or trusted me
with anything important.

- Er--Eric, please.
- Dad, you're not well.

Hannah, these other women,

they're taking advantage
of your generosity,

and you're letting them
walk all over you.

- [exhales sharply]

- Let me take care of you.

Let me take care of everything,
the business you built.

We could be making
so much more money...

- Oh, no, no--

- If you just stopped babying
these women

and listened to me.

- Eric.

[chuckling]
Oh, my son.

It's not all about the money.

Look, God...

I love you,
but if you don't see that,

you'll never take
over my business.

You s--you simply don't have
the mind nor the heart for it.

When I'm gone,

I've decided Hannah
will fill my place,

and you will support her
in every way you can.

- Is--is this some kind
of a joke?

- Look, perhaps when you--
if you put your mind to it--

- No, I--

[dark music]

I have given you everything!

I--I have spent my entire life

trying to be like you,
trying to earn your respect.

- And all that has done
is kept you

from becoming your own man,
a good man.

Instead you've simply
hidden in my shadow,

and for that part, I know
I bear some responsibility,

and I hate myself for it.

But that doesn't mean
I don't love you.

- Oh, please.

You care more
about your damn whores

than you've ever cared
about your own son!

And you know what?
That's your weakness.

You talk about ambition,

but you can't see
what's truly important

standing right in front of you,
but I can!

Remember Jenny?

She was stealing from you.

It was only a matter of time
before she betrayed you,

so I--I took care
of her for you.

- You--[stammers]
I don't--

you murdered her?

- I took initiative!

I--I have only ever wanted
what was best for you.

- Eric, what have you done?
- Dad, please.

- No, stay away from me.
Stay away from me!

[coughing]

I need the--I need--
I can't--I can't breathe.

I can't--Eric,
I can't breathe.

Give me the--give me,
give me, give me--

- [shushes]
- No, no, no. No.

- [shushes]

It's all right.

It's all right.

[shushes]

- [muffled shouting]

- It's all right.

[whispering] It's all right. [soft compelling music]

♪ ♪

- [groans softly]

♪ ♪

"Thank you
for an incredible night.

P.S. enjoy the gifts."
That's sweet.

♪ ♪

[gasps]
Oh, my God.

♪ ♪

- So he just gave you
all that stuff,

and you didn't
even sleep with him?

- He was honestly,
like, really sweet.

- Yeah, I'm getting diabetes
just hearing about it.

Well, meanwhile,
I'm walking kinda funny,

and I haven't gotten
a wink of sleep.

- Mm, yeah,
life is really hard.

- You know what?
It's just--

it's just not all that bad,
you know what I mean?

Oh, you know why?

Because I'm rich, bitch.

[both laughing]

- Franklin, are you in here?
Franklin!

Franklin!

Oh, Franklin!
Wake up.

Wake up.
Somebody help me!

Oh, wake--oh, my God.

Oh, God.
You're so cold.

[breathing heavily]

Yeah, yes, we, um--I need you
to send an ambulance.

He's not breathing.
Please, as soon as possible.

Baby?
Baby, hold on.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

Hey.

Thank you for coming.

- Hi.
I'm--I'm so sorry.

- Come here, have a seat.

With Franklin gone,
his son is now in charge,

and I'm expecting
a smooth transition,

but Eric's not the same
kind of man his father was.

- What does that mean?
- Well, for you,

I hope nothing.

I just need you to be aware
these are troubled times,

so keep an eye out,
and I'll do the same.

- Okay.

I--is there anything I can do?
- No, oh, sorry.

Just focus
on your flight tomorrow.

I've heard nothing
but good things from Thomas.

But tomorrow is Berlin,

and every client presents
a new challenge.

- Yeah.
I can believe that.

Hey, I really am sorry
about Franklin.

I wish I would've gotten
the chance to know him better.

- He really liked you,
and I can see why.

Get some rest.

[solemn music]

♪ ♪

- That portfolio
is absolute garbage.

Like, what was he thinking?

So I turned it around,
implemented my solutions,

and it ended up coming in
at 7 1/2% above projections.

It just--he couldn't see it,
but to me it was so...

♪ ♪

Well, the night is young.

Shall we go back to my hotel
for a drink?

- It's getting kinda late,
don't you think?

- Well, I--

- I hope to spend time
with you again in the future.

- Please, don't go.
Did--did I say something wrong?

I know I can be
a little stiff on dates.

It's something I wanna fix
about myself.

- No, Jonas, there's nothing
to fix about yourself.

You're a wonderful man,

and I had an incredible night
with you tonight.

Shouldn't that make us
both feel good?

- You know, you're right.
I had a great time too.

[rain pattering]

Here.

Hope to see you again next time?

- Of course, next time.
Good night.

Not bad, Lauren.
Not bad.

[upbeat music]

♪ ♪

Your 18-year.

Your martini.

Your Manhattan.

Your gin and tonic.

[all shouting]

♪ ♪

- Yeah, you hit it again.
- Okay.

[laughs]

- Whoa!

- Yeah.
- [laughs]

♪ ♪

- Cool.

- Three, two, one.
Surprise!

[laughs]
It's yours.

- That's the biggest TV
I've ever seen in my life.

♪ ♪

- I had a wonderful time
with you.

I had a wonderful time with you.

I had a wonderful time
with you.

I had a wonderful time with you.

I hope to see you again soon.

♪ ♪

- Do you want
to take a picture?

- Yeah.
I've never seen one.

- Yeah?
Let's take a picture.

[camera shutter clicks]
- [laughs]

Okay.

Wow.

Mm-hmm.

[kisses]

♪ ♪

- So wait, you're telling me
after all this time,

you haven't slept
with any of your guys?

- Nope.

- Not a single one?
- It's not a big deal.

I mean, we don't have
to sleep with them.

- It's encouraged.

- You should try it sometime.
[car approaching]

- No, thanks.

I'm actually perfectly happy
having a little extra fun,

especially when it means
I get to go home

and sleep on a big pile of cash.
[car doors closing]

- Ashley, my darling.

- Harold.
Back for more, I see.

- I could not get enough.
- Mm.

- Hi, Paul.
My name is Lauren.

It's a pleasure
to have you on our flight.

Make sure to let me know
if there's absolutely anything

I can do for you.

- Mm, sounds good to me.

I might just take you
up on that, Lauren.

- [chuckles]

[jet engines roaring]

So there we are
in the middle of the desert,

our limo broken down
with a trunk full of coke

when all of a sudden
this police officer--

[cell phone buzzes]
Hold on.

[sighs]
I need to take this.

- No problem.

- What's going on?

Okay, so handle it.

[melancholy music]

♪ ♪

See something you like?
- [chuckles]

- Sorry about that.
Work crap.

Money never sleeps, right?

- Yeah, that's what they say.
- [chuckles]

Speaking of which,
I'm beat.

Want to head back
to the, uh, hotel?

- Sure, whatever you'd like.

- Did I tell you
you look beautiful tonight?

It's like, did you see that guy
in the hockey suit?

- Yes.
[chuckling]

- And, uh, this is me.

Come on in.

I've got a ridiculous bottle
of tequila

for us from Guadalajara.

- That sounds lovely,
but it's getting late.

I think I'm just gonna head
back to my hotel room.

- What?
Come on.

It's barely midnight.
Have a drink with me.

- Thank you,
but I really am tired.

I had a wonderful night
with you.

I hope to see you again soon.

Whoa, easy, slugger.
I said no.

- You know how much I'm paying
by the hour for you,

and you won't even
give me a damn kiss?

Come here.

- [grunts]

Stop!
You're hurting me!

- I'm kidding.
- Let go of me.

- I'm kidding.
Just calm down, okay?

I was kidding.
Wow, you really need to relax.

Come on in,
have one drink with me.

Come on.
Let me make it up to you.

Come on.

- Ow!
- Come here.

- [grunting]
[blow lands]

- [groans]
You bitch!

[blow lands]
- Ow!

- [groaning]

Just wait a minute!

Wait a minute, you bitch!

- [panting]

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

- Hey!

Lauren. Lauren.
Lauren, come on.

Don't be like this.
Let's talk about it.

I'm sorry, okay?

Open this damn door right now,
you stupid bitch!

Open this damn door right now!

You bitch!
[pounding]

Open this damn door!

- [crying]
[phone trilling]

[cell phone buzzing]

- Well, hi, Lauren.

Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa, slow down.

What's happened?

Okay.
[shushes]

You know, just stay
exactly where you are.

Do not leave your room,

and I'll be there
as soon as I can, okay?

Bye.

[phone trilling]

Jake, hi.
Is your jet prepped?

Yeah, I'm gonna call
in that favor.

Thanks.
Bye.

- [exhales]

[breathing erratically]

[knocking]

- Lauren, it's Hannah.

- One second.
[exhales]

- Oh, hi, honey.

Oh, it's okay.
It's okay.

- I'm so glad you're here.
- It's okay.

It's okay. I got you.

- I mean, just--
it all happened so fast,

and he was on top of me,
and I couldn't breathe.

- Okay, breathe.
It's okay.

Have a seat.
Have a seat.

You're okay.
You're safe now.

I'm so sorry that
that happened to you.

I mean, Paul's never been
one of my favorites,

but if I thought that
he was capable of this,

I never would have sent you
here with him.

You know that.

- Yeah.

[sniffles]
- Aw.

Look, this should never
happen again,

but if it does,

I want you to have this.

I always carried it
strapped to my thigh,

and I only ever had
to take it out once.

I never had to use it,
and I hope you won't either,

but there's nobody
out here protecting us,

so we have
to protect ourselves, right?

- Right.

- There.

When we get home,

why don't you take
a couple days off,

spend some time
with your family?

- Okay.

You know, you could have
just sent someone else

or arranged a flight.

Why did you come
all the way here?

- 'Cause no one was there
when I needed them to be...

And I wanted this
to be different.

- Thank you.

[somber music]

♪ ♪

- I'm so sorry
that happened to you.

I--I can't believe that asshole
did that to you.

I can see why you needed
some time off.

- Yeah.

I mean, honestly,
when I first accepted this job,

that's kind of
what I was expecting.

Meeting nice guys like you
kinda threw me off.

- Well, if I ever see
that piece of garbage,

I'm gonna--I'm--
I don't even know what.

I'm--he's not gonna like it.

- Has anyone ever told you
you're cute

when you're protective?
- I'm serious.

What if you
would've gotten hurt?

What if it would
have gone further?

- But I didn't.
I'm okay.

- You sure you're okay?

- Yeah, I'm okay,
and you're sweet.

Now on to happier things.
I got you something.

- What?
You got me something?

You didn't have
to get me anything.

- Just be handsome and grateful.

[fiddle music playing]

[both chuckling]

♪ ♪

- Wow.
[chuckles]

Wow, uh, to remind me
of your profession?

- No, you dork.

To commemorate where
we first met.

- Well, you're sweet.
I--I love them.

I really like you, Lauren.

I'm hoping you feel
the same way about me.

♪ ♪

And the silence is kinda scary.

- No, I'm sorry.

I've just been thinking

about this moment
for such a long time.

I was afraid I was just being

a silly little girl
with a crush.

I had no idea
this could be real.

[upbeat sultry music]

♪ ♪

- You're incredible.
- So are you.

- I don't want
to see anybody else.

- I don't want to see
anybody else either.

Um, I'll talk to Hannah,
my boss, and, um,

I'll figure something out.

- Yeah?
- Yeah, it'll be fine.

- Wow.

Well, if, uh--if you're
gonna be sacrificing

your income to be with me,
then maybe I can help.

- No, I couldn't ask you
to do that.

- No, I want to.

Let me help take care
of your family.

I'll pay
for your sister's school,

talk to some
of my business partners,

push through
some of your dad's designs.

- You would really do
that for me?

- Yeah, of course.

I know it's soon, but, uh...

I think I'm falling
in love with you.

- I think I'm falling
in love with you too.

♪ ♪

[exhales sharply]

[phone trilling]

[cell phone buzzing]

- Well, hi, Lauren.

How is the rest
and relaxation treating you?

- Um, it's--it's been good.
Really good.

But I have something
I need to ask you about.

- Okay, honey.
What's wrong?

- No, nothing's wrong.

Quite the opposite, actually.
I think I'm in love.

[giggles]

- Oh, really?
Who is it?

- One of my clients.

- Oh, honey.
- I--I know how that sounds.

I do, but he's different.

I don't know.
I mean, who knows?

Maybe you're right and this
is gonna be a horrible mistake,

but he's a good man.

I know that,

and I really want
to see where this goes,

and that means
I probably shouldn't be going

on these dates
with other guys, right?

- I guess not.

Does that mean you're quitting?
- I'd rather not.

I mean, if I could just be

a regular flight attendant
for you,

a concierge and a tour guide,

just without
any of the other stuff.

- Mm, yeah, I don't know
if that's gonna work.

[exhales sharply]

I mean, Eric is usually

quite difficult
about this kind of thing,

but you know what?
Let me talk to him.

- Thank you so much,
for everything.

- Mm-hmm.
Bye.

[soft dramatic music]

[knocking]

- Enter.

- Eric.

- Oh, it's you.
What do you want?

- Well, there's been
a development

that you should be aware of.

Our girl Lauren would like
to take a step back.

- Lauren?
What?

No.

She's one
of our biggest earners.

Figure out a way
to make it work.

- Well, I don't think
it's possible.

She's fallen in love

and does not want
to see the rest of her clients.

- Does it look like
I care about love?

Entice her,
scare her, I don't care.

Whatever you have to do, okay?

- No.

- No?

- Mm-mm.

- What do you mean, no?

- Lauren is not a slave.

She's her own person.
She wants out, she wants out.

I'm not gonna let you bully her

into doing something
she doesn't want to do.

- You won't let me?
Wow.

Okay.

Let me make something
abundantly clear to you.

I am in charge.

These girls,
they're not your friends

or your sad surrogate daughters.

They are assets.
Tools.

Valuable tools with one purpose:

to make me money.

My father may have treated them
like princesses,

but they aren't.
They are property, and they c--

- Oh, I wouldn't go there.
- Ah, ah!

I am not finished.

You, too, are a valuable tool.

I didn't keep you around
for your shining personality.

I expect you
to manage these girls,

or I will kick you to the curb
like the trash that you are.

- Listen, you son of a bitch--
- No!

You listen to me!

You have your orders.
Carry them out.

Otherwise, Lauren may no longer
be valuable to me,

and she may have
an unfortunate accident,

just like Jenny.

- Jenny.
- Mm-hmm.

- You're evil.
- No, I know she was keeping

the company's cut for weeks,

saving up,

trying to get ahead
before she could quit,

and I know you were
covering for her.

Now, the only reason I didn't
rat you out to my father before

is 'cause I know he would never
have taken my word over yours.

Since Jenny wanted out
and Jenny was stealing from us

and Jenny would have
sold us out to the Feds

or worse when she ran out
of money,

Jenny was dealt with!

Now go handle Lauren
or she will be dealt with too.

- No.

I cannot let you continue
to abuse these girls.

- [chuckles]

What are you going
to do about it?

- You were so worried about
Jenny going to the police.

I could bury you.

- Be very careful, Hannah.

There are some lines
you cannot uncross.

- No, you be
very careful, Eric.

Maybe you should sit here
at your daddy's desk

and think about what he would
want you to do for once,

because yes, he's already gone,

but it's not too late to prove

that you weren't
a total embarrassment to him.

[dark music]

♪ ♪

- [grunts]

[breathing heavily]

You should have done
as you were told.

[grunts]

- Hannah said
she'd talk to Eric,

but that was a couple days ago,
and I still haven't heard back.

- Hmm.
[cell phone buzzing]

- Oh, maybe that's her.

Uh, it's Eric.

- That's weird.
Well, are you gonna answer it?

- I--I guess I should.

Hi, Eric.
What's up?

- Lauren,
I hate to do this to you,

but I need you
and Ashley in Paris ASAP.

- Oh, um, has Hannah talked
to you recently, by chance?

- Yeah, she said you wanted
to take a step back.

- Yes, um, would that be okay?

- Listen, we're in
a real sling over here,

and it would be a huge help
if you could just

take a few extra flights
while we figure it out, okay?

- Oh, okay.
Um...

That seems fair.

- Great.
Bye.

[phone beeps]

- I guess we're going to Paris.

- Isn't it weird that Boss Man's
calling us about that?

I mean, isn't that Hannah's job?

Hmm.

- Hi.
I just got to my hotel.

I'm so excited to see you.

- Yeah, I'm excited
to see you too.

I miss you.

Uh, so when should I expect you?

- Um, I'm just gonna do
a few more flights

because Hannah's been
so good to me,

and I don't wanna leave
anyone here in a bind,

but I'm only working tonight,

so maybe I can
come over tomorrow?

- Yeah, okay.
Uh, yeah, well, I...

I sense some wine
and chocolate in your future.

- Sounds perfect.
Okay, um, I gotta go.

I love you.

- I love you too.
Be safe.

- Bye.

[chuckles]

[pounding at door]

- Hi, Lauren.
If you're watching this,

then there are some things
you need to hear

because if this has been
delivered to you,

then I'm probably dead.

I have been growing more
and more worried about Eric.

He is a time bomb
waiting to blow.

He's begun hurting girls
and I think even worse.

Another girl named Jenny,
just like you,

wanted to get out,
and she's disappeared.

He may have killed her,

so if I'm gone,
you are not safe.

You need to do
whatever Eric says.

Just pretend however you can,

and collect as much
information

about him as you can get

and take it to the cops
and put him away.

It's the only way that you
and your family will be safe.

I'm really sorry that
this is all landing on you,

but I believe in you.

You're really like
the daughter that I never had,

or maybe even like
the daughter I could have had

if I'd made
some different choices.

Be strong,

be careful,

and know that
I'm thinking about you.

[kisses and blows]

- [exhales sharply]

[laptop closes]

[breathing heavily]

[cell phone trilling]

- Hi, Thomas?
I--

something terrible has happened.

Please call me back.

[pounding at door]

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

Who is it?

- [silly voice]
Your worst nightmare.

Whoa!
Calm down, Zorro.

- Get in here.

There's something
you need to see.

- Be careful and know that
I'm thinking about you.

- This is a joke, right?

Please tell me
that this is a freaking joke.

- This would be
a pretty sick one if it was,

but I--I really
don't think it is.

- Why would you even show me
something like that?

I mean, I--I have a lot
of things to do before I die.

- We have to do something.
He killed Hannah.

I mean,
he probably killed Franklin.

One of us could be next,
or one of the other girls.

We aren't safe.
We--we have to take him down.

- Take him down?

Take him down?
No.

No, no, no.
- Look, all we have to do

is just get
some evidence on him.

- Yeah?
How?

- I have an idea.

- You want me to do what?

- You will be completely safe.

We just need your help
in case something happens here.

- This is what you've been
actually doing this whole time?

I mean, I never thought

that you would do
something like this.

- Shannon, I know.

I didn't--I didn't want you
to see me like this

or think of me like this,
but you saw the video.

This is serious.
Will you help us?

- [exhales sharply]

[tense music]

- Okay.
Yeah, yeah, okay.

I can help.

Let me put you
on speaker phone.

Yeah, um,
let me send you this link.

Okay.
[cell phone buzzing]

Download this app
onto your phones.

You sync up and done.

Okay, as long
as you have this open,

your cells will record
everything you hear.

They'll save it locally
and then stream it

all to my laptop too.

I'll be able to listen
and save everything here.

- Shouldn't we talk to Thomas?

This seems like something
that he should know about.

- He isn't answering his phone.

Besides, our dates
for tonight are already set.

We can't bail
or we'll look suspicious.

We just need Harold or Jonas
to spill some dirt on Eric.

- Well, like what?
- Maybe ask about other dates.

Uh, that girl Jenny
that disappeared?

Maybe they know something,

anything you can use
as evidence.

- And then we'll go
to the cops,

he'll go to jail,

and we'll never have to worry
about him again, okay?

- Okay.

- My dear, you're too kind.

- No, you are.

Thank you for taking me
to this place.

You have exquisite taste.

- You know my secret.

Flattery will get
you everywhere,

and I love this place.

I never get to come here
for my business meetings,

but when out for pleasure...

- To being out for pleasure.

- Ugh, gross.

[inhales and exhales sharply]

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

- Paul.
Hi.

I'm sorry.
I just--

I was expecting
somebody else.

- Yeah, Harold had
to fly home last-minute,

and I just happened
to be in town.

Lucky for both of us, huh?

- [chuckles]
Yeah.

Um, it's just, um,

I heard about what happened
with you and Lauren.

- Listen, we--we both had
a lot to drink that night,

and it was all just
a big misunderstanding.

Let me come in,
and I'll explain.

- No, I don't think
that's such a--

- No, no, no, hold on.

Hear me out, okay?
I really need to clear the air.

- So how did you come
to know about our service?

- Oh, that's, uh--do you really
want to hear about all that?

- Don't you enjoy getting
to know each other better?

I'm curious about how a man
of your stature operates.

- Well, in that case,

I'm actually an old friend
of Eric's.

Met him in boarding school
when we were just kids.

- He is doing a great job

of taking over
for poor Franklin.

He does seem kind
of mysterious though,

don't you think?

- Eric, mysterious?
I--I don't know.

- Oh.
Not even a little bit?

I do love a good mystery.

- [sighs]
Well, I have heard things.

- What sorts of things?

- Uh, let's just say
I wouldn't be surprised

if he's gotten his hands dirty.

He runs with a rough crowd

and doesn't take fondly
of disloyalty.

- Do you think
he'd ever get violent?

- Maybe, but I'm sure
he's got people who would.

[cell phone buzzing]

- Oh, I--I'm so sorry.
This--this might be important.

- Yeah, of course.
Go right ahead.

- Shannon, what's going on?

- You need to get to Ashley's
hotel room right now.

- What's wrong?
- Ashley's date is Paul.

He figured her out.
He's--

- Come here, you stupid bitch.
- No!

Stop!

- It sounds like he's gonna
kill her.

You have to stop him.

- I'm coming.

[suspenseful music]

- Bitch.
[grunting]

- [gagging]

- I'll kill you, you bitch.

- Get off!
- [grunts]

- [coughing]
- You!

[blow lands]
- [grunts]

- I'm gonna do to you what
I should have done last time.

- Please.
- Thanks for the second chance.

- [grunts]

- [gasps]
- [coughs]

Are you okay?
- Yeah, I think so.

Are you?
- Yeah.

I don't--I don't feel s--

- Ashley?
Ashley!

Ashley, wake up!

What do I do?

What do I do?
What do I do?

[phone trilling]
Please, please, please, please.

Thomas!
Thomas, Thomas, I need help!

[gasping]

- What the hell--
what the hell happened?

- He's dead,
and she's not waking up.

Eric, he killed somebody,
and maybe a few people,

and we were
trying to prove it, but--

- Whoa, whoa, wait,
Er--Eric killed who?

What are you talking about?

- We were recording evidence
on our phones,

and Shannon was listening.

She--she has a copy too,
and then this happened.

What are we gonna do?
Do we call the cops?

- No, no, no, no, no, no,
no, we don't call the cops.

We don't call the cops, okay?

Just let me think
about this for a second.

- He's dead!
- Don't worry about that.

I know a guy
that can take care of that.

Okay, first we need
to get her to a hospital.

[sirens blaring]

♪ ♪

Okay.

All right,
don't worry about her.

She's gonna be safe here, okay?

As soon as she's fit to travel,

I'm gonna get her
on a flight home.

- Thank you.

I'm so sorry
for bringing you into this.

- No, hey, hey,
there's none of that, okay?

We gonna get through this
together,

but right now
we gotta move fast.

We gotta get you
out of the country.

You could still be in danger,
okay?

I have a friend of mine
who's a pilot.

He's ready to go right now.

- Okay.
[sighs] Okay.

[car engine turning over]

[car engine rumbling]

[brake clicking,
engine shuts off]

- Okay.

- So this pilot,
do you trust him?

- With my life.

- Okay, and what about that
thing you said in the hotel?

I mean, you have a guy
that can take care of it?

What does that mean exactly?

- Oh, exactly what
it sounds like.

[laughs]

You should have done
as you were told

'cause now we have
to take care of it instead.

- Thomas, we need to go.

Thomas, it's a trap.
We need to--

- It's okay.
It's okay.

- You knew?
- I'm sorry.

- Why?

- Eric and I have been
best friends

since boarding school.
We grew up together.

I couldn't just stand by
and watch his life get ruined.

- Don't touch me!
- Just--okay, it's okay.

Lauren, it's okay.
Just listen to me, okay?

Everything was happening
really fast.

That's why I brought you here,

so we could talk
and figure this out.

No one's gonna hurt you.

- Liar!
- No--hey, hey, man!

You said you wouldn't hurt her!

- I lied.
- You said you wouldn't hurt--

this is not
what we talked about.

I came to you with this
because I trusted--

- Grow up, Thomas!

Your little girlfriend
was gonna put me in jail.

You think I was gonna
let that happen?

Oh.

Can't forget about these,
now, can I?

I heard about
your little recordings,

and don't worry.

I know you have backups
at Daddy's house,

so I sent Carl over there,

and I told him
not to hurt your family

as long as they cooperate,
so who knows?

[dog barking in the distance]

[engine shutting off]

♪ ♪

[gun cocking]

♪ ♪

- Thomas, please.
You don't have to do this.

- Thomas is going to do
what's best for him

and not let a silly infatuation
ruin his life.

Isn't that right, Thomas?

- Eric, come on.
You proved your point, okay?

You have the recordings.
She's scared.

Just let her go.
- Sorry, pal.

Real life
doesn't work that way,

and it's about time
you learned that.

Say hello to Hannah for me.
- No!

[gunshot]

- Thomas!
- Lauren! Lauren, run!

Run!
- No!

- No!
[gunshot]

- No, no, no!

- [breathing heavily]

[TV playing]

- Passing it quickly over
to the right,

dribbling up
to the side corner...

[cheers and applause]

He takes a shot,
begins and in the air,

drives down the lane.

Beautiful pass to the big man
underneath.

[TV continues indistinctly]

[cell phone buzzing]

[gunshot]

[both grunting]

- Oh, Dad,
please pick up.

Dad?

[both grunting]

[gunshot]

- [groaning]

- No, no, no.
- Oh, my God.

- Oh, shoot. Shoot.

No.
Please.

[both groaning]

What were you--
what were you thinking?

She's dead!
It's all your fault!

♪ ♪

[both grunting]

- Dad?

Dad!

[gunshot]
[screams]

[gunfire]

♪ ♪

- Nice try,
but your time is up.

[both grunting]

[blow lands]

[both grunting]

- [gasping]

- [grunts]
[blow lands]

- [groans]
[both breathing heavily]

- Dad!
Dad!

- Get the gun!
get the gun!

- Okay.

[both breathing heavily]

- God, I gave you opportunity.

I gave you more money
than you could spend.

I gave you everything,
and what did you do for me?

Betray me?

God, you're all the same,

a bunch of ungrateful,
worthless little whores,

and it all ends here.

Any last words?

- Say hello to Hannah for me.

[slicing]
- [grunting]

- [breathing heavily]

- [groaning]

[squelching]

[gasping]

- [breathing heavily]

Thomas!

Thomas!
Oh, my God!

- No, no, Lauren, you gotta go.
- No, no, no.

- You can't be here.
Eric--

- Eric's dead.
Eric's dead.

This looks really bad.

We need to get you
to a hospital.

We need
to get you to a hospital.

Come on.
Come on.

Let's go.

- Oh, wait, wait.
Just give me--

just give me a minute.
Just give me a minute.

[both breathing heavily]

Okay.

- Okay.

- I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

I didn't mean--
I didn't mean for this.

- None of that matters now,
okay?

- I was just trying
to do the right thing.

- [softly] I know.

- If things were different...

I think I could have
made you happy.

[gasping sharply]

- You did.

[crying]

♪ ♪

[overlapping chatter]
- Yeah?

Really? All day?
- This smells really good.

- Well, let's hope so.
- [laughing] Yeah.

[overlapping chatter]

- Oof.
- Yeah.

- That's tough to do.
- I know.

- Literally tough.
- I don't know how they do it.

- Bon appétit.

- Oh, wow.
That looks incredible.

- This is bouillabaisse,

one of Marseille's
signature dishes.

- Oh.
- It smells fishy.

- That's because it is fish,
you dingus.

Now dig in.

So how's Stanford?

- It's great.
Hot.

- Hot?
That's it?

Glad you're getting the most
out of your time there.

- How's school here?
- It's been incredible.

I mean, getting to know
about art and culture

right in the heart of it,
it's been a dream come true.

Oh, and Ashley
has some good news of her own.

- Yes, I'm getting my masters
in fashion design, bitches.

Just got accepted,

so now all I have to do is,
you know,

learn the language
before classes start,

which shouldn't be too hard.

[laughter]

- Congratulations, Ashley.
- Yes, us American girls

are totally gonna
kill it this year.

Marseilles won't know
what hit them.

- Mm-hmm.
Hear, hear.

To family and to getting
what we want, our way.

[all chuckling]

Hey, pass me more
of that bread.

- Don't eat all the bread,
weirdo.

Save some for the rest of us.

- That's bad for you anyway.

- Stop.
Dad, tell her to stop it.

- Listen to your sister,
Shannon.

[laughter]

[uplifting music]

♪ ♪