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Previously on
Fatal Attraction...

People are talking.
You've been seen.

Stella Chapman.

When's the last time
you talked to her?

I mean, she hasn't showed up
to work study since Tuesday,

and she's not answering
her texts.

I-I wish I could help.

Is this a picture of the woman

- who took you to the park?
- That's her.

She took my fucking kid.

She kidnapped her
right off the bus.

Alexandra Forrest,
she's saying that you showed up

at her place
and you assaulted her.
She's lying.

But she's dead.
I'm gonna find her body,

then I'm gonna put you
under the prison.

We're gonna do it.
Pay for it.

The lawyer, the retainer.

I've been so worried
that you aren't gonna know

how much I loved you.

It's my paperwork
for a new trial.

Why I deserve one.
Alternative suspects.

I read your application.
You lied

to the investigating detective.

You lied under oath
at your trial,

you lied at
your parole hearing.

I'm denying your motion
for a new trial.

I don't need another trial
to tell me

what I already know.

Thank you for coming.

Why wouldn't I?

How else was I going
to find out what you want?

I don't know where to start.

It doesn't matter.
Just start anywhere. Dive in.

You asked what I want.

I want to give you
the benefit of the doubt,

as far as what
you might have known and when.

What Dan told you,

said to you. Let you believe.

Whatever it was,
by now you gotta know

that none of it was real.

I'm sorry about this.

Thank you.

I really, really am,
about all of it.

I just can't imagine what you
must be feeling right now.

You've been put in
such a terrible position.

Or that's how it must seem.

Until you make yourself realize
that it's how you look at it.

What do you mean?

Well, if there's only one way
for something to end,

there's only one decision
to make...

how are you gonna get
to that ending?

Are you gonna fight,

even though
fighting is pointless?

You'll just exhaust yourself
and everybody around you

until they can't even
feel bad for you anymore,

if they ever did.

Just make it as hard and ugly

as possible till you lose,

which you were always
going to do, or...

not?

Were you...

Did you do something
to my mother?

I'm pregnant.

Yeah, no.

I don't believe you.

But there is something
wrong with you, I can see that.

I don't know what
you're trying to do here,

but you're delusional.

You need help.

Did you tell Dan
that you called me?

Does he know
that you're doing this?

Oh.

Oh, you don't even know
what you don't know.

Which is what?

Don't act like you have
some secret here.

You don't have anything.

Just stay the fuck away
from my family.

I just want to give you
the benefit of the doubt

about what Dan's been
telling you,

about what he's been
letting you believe.

About what's real.

I just need you to remember
who they are!

- It's very important.
- You're right in her face.

We need to do this right now.
Give her a minute, Dan.

Ellen, Daddy is not mad at you.

Did they tell you
where they took you?

Did they...
That's enough!

Ellen, did she tell you
who she was?

Come here.
- Did she tell you her name?!

What happened?

Nothing.

So, Ellen, this is important.

Nothing bad.

We walked around.

What?

We had cotton candy.

That's fine.
I don't care about that.

I only care that you're okay.

She knew you.

- Both of you.
- How? Knew us how?

She knew things about you.

Knew your name,
knew where you worked.

She said Dad sent her.

He didn't.
And we don't know her.

What else did she say?

I have to go to the bathroom.
Is that okay?

Of course it's okay, silly.

- Are you hungry?
- Grilled cheese?

I think I did this.
I made it happen.

ARTHUR Made what happen?

By talking to her,
making her angry.

You made her burn a house down?

She fucking tried to kill me.

She didn't care if I died
or if anyone died.

You-you were there.

Yeah, I was.

I can't think.

But why,
why would she take Ellen,

but then bring her back?

To prove she can.
To send a message.

It's not a message
if you don't know what it means.

She knows.

She knows,
she knows what she's thinking.

She knows what
she's gonna do next.

All I can do is just wait

and react after it happens.

Well, where's Dan?
I mean, what does he say?

He's off somewhere with Mike
pretending that they can

figure out something to do,

- pretending that they can
read her mind.
- Beth...

But the truth is,
is if he could stop her,

he would have done it
before I ever knew she existed.

But he didn't...

because he can't.

Where were you?

With Mike.

We're going to the FBI.

When?

- What are you gonna tell them?
- Tomorrow.

And we're gonna
tell them everything.

- And then what happens?
- We can talk about this

some more if you like, but...

I really need to lay down.

What the fuck? This is crazy.

You deserve that fucking trial.

I mean, obviously, I saw
you were getting Judge Webb

when I read it, and I knew
she was up for reappointment.

But for real, what the fuck?

Webb must really be scared
of the D.A. or something?

No idea why that would be,

considering how far back
they go, but...

I'm sorry.

- It's okay.
- No, it's a bunch of bullshit.

Mikey, how could you
let this happen?

What?

I'm smart, but I can't
see around corners.

Breakfast buffet
still not set up?

Eh, they're doing it now.
I didn't want to hover.

You're gonna appeal it, right?

What were you thinking
you would do while you do that?

Well, I was hoping
that I could come back here

and get the job
that I used to have.

Yes, exactly. Great plan.

Also, before all this,
I'd actually been thinking about

a more supervisory role
for you.

Managerial. Paralegal
program director-type thing.

More, but not
astronomically more money

for a way more annoying gig.

It's great, right?
You're welcome.

Stop trying to snatch defeat
from the jaws of victory.

Yeah.

Separate, but not unrelated,

I have the authority
to offer you

a legal investigator gig.

Oh, dear. And I have
the authority to accept.

I know none of this makes
the other things better,

but at least
I'm getting what I want.

I take the first two entrees
on the menu, and I compare them.

And then,
whatever one that wins,

then I take the third one,
and I compare it to that.

And then so on.
And then, whatever the winner is

of all of the entrees,
and I compare to the specials,

if there are any,
and that's how I decide

- what I'm going to order.
- Mm.

Is the restaurant still open
at this point?

Maybe you like paying money
to feel vaguely dissatisfied

after you eat,
but I, however, do not.

That reminds me of something
your mother use to say.

Which I can't actually
remember right now,

but I promise you
it was perfect.

Did your mother
talk to you about

what she and I were discussing?

I'm not gonna be
getting a new trial.

The judge denied me.

Can you go
to another judge?

I can appeal, yeah.

Are you going to?

I have 30 days to file notice.

But then, after that,
there would probably be

another year or so of process.

And even at the end
of all that,

the likelihood of
a new judge overturning

the old judge's decision is...

unlikely.

So...

I have to think about it.

Here you go.

Thank you.

There used to be
this dive bar on Pico.

Mike loved this place.

And when you ordered
one of these,

the swizzle stick,
instead of being this,

was a slab of thick-cut bacon.

That slaps.

- Sounds awesome.
- Mm-hmm.

Yeah.

It really was.

Is that place still there?

I'm gonna assume no.

To freedom.

Hey, you're Dan Gallagher.

I am.
What can I do for you?

Steve Scirocco.
I do criminal defense.

I know. I watch the news.

You consulting with
one of the partners here?

No, I am
one of the partners here,

as of, uh, day before yesterday.

Merged my practice
with these guys.

Let them pay my overhead, right?

Let me focus on
the razzle-dazzle.

Congratulations.

They must be very excited.

- Or they should be.
- ...is right.

But, also, they are.

Speaking of excited,
I'm excited you're here.

Not sure why, but thank you.

Well, imagine you're me.

Imagine you find out
that Dan Gallagher,

former head of
Major Crimes Bureau

before going to prison
for murder

is now a paralegal at the firm
you just joined.

The spit take I did
ruined my favorite shirt.

Unless you lost
your memory or something.

- You haven't, have you?
- No.

There you go.

Couldn't be more useful to me

if I'd baked you myself.

In fact, I got a case on deck

I've already told everyone
I'm pulling all your free hours

to help me out on.

You watch the news.
It's been getting a lot of play.

Rebecca Richter?

Yes, the...
the Murder Mistress.

Pretty lazy headlining,
I agree.

Especially when "Home Richter's"
right there for the taking.

That case seems
pretty light, unless...

No, no.
What you saw is all they got.

They offered to plea
to manslaughter,

which tells me
they're scared, so,

I want to go all-in.

According to Rebecca,
the husband had a temper.

She thinks the wife
found out about them,

confronted him,
and then he figured out a way

to pin the killing on Rebecca--
who's loaded, by the way.

Her father made a shit-ton
developing

in the Central Valley.

- So what's your strategy?
- My strategy's to get you
the case file.

Then you tell me
what my strategy is.

How's that?

That sounds great.
I'll take a look.

Great. Hyped to be working
with the man, the myth.

And, um...

I'm looking forward
to hearing the story.

- What story?
- What you did.

And how. The real one.

I mean, they took
their pound of flesh.

You paid the piper.

You don't have to go wide,
or even public,

but you don't have
to pretend anymore.

At least not with me.

I'm not pretending.
I didn't kill that woman.

Of course.
Of course you didn't.

Because we don't know
each other well enough yet.

But we will.

So eventually you'll tell me.
You won't be able to help it.

I can't wait.

He said, "You know, well,

obviously
she fell off the roof."

I say, "She fell off the roof.
What if she was thrown

off the roof?"
He goes,

"Well, I got nothing
to indicate that."

Shit. Fuck.

You know, I used to hate--

You get a report
from a guy like that,

and it's all, you know,
"the undersigned conversed

with the oversigned about
the fuckin' aforementioned."

- What the fuck are we doing?
- Exactly.

- Here you go, sir.
- Oh, hey. Thank you.

That's you.

- Thank you.
- Yeah.

Yeah, write-- write the shit

so that when you read it
in front of a jury,

they can understand the shit.

Thank you. And so
after you get transferred,

the guy who picks up
your fucking case

and has to work it,
he can understand the shit.

- Yeah.
- You know?

"The premises in question
were presently unoccupied."

- So... Just say nobody was home.
-"He wasn't home."

Thought you told me 1:30.

- I did.
- He did,

but when I'm hungry, I eat.

So how's it going?

I can tell by your face

you already know
the answer to that question.

Sorry.

Why?
If you're so sure I'm the guy?

Yeah, but you don't think
you're the guy,

so it must have been
a gut punch, considering.

- You gonna appeal?
- I told you he isn't.

Yeah, I-I know you did,
but it just seems like

something a guy who says
he's not the guy would do.

The guy who's not really the guy
is fucking tired, okay?

Mm-hmm.
It's tiring, isn't it?

Thinking about people killing
other people and why.

Next question.
So, out of all the alternates

that you guys have found,
who you think it is?

Drug dealer doctor makes
the most sense to me.

You know, somebody he's working
with or working for.

Told 'em what she said.

They told him she's gotta go.
Bibbity-boppity-boo.

How did you read
my application?

Well, you filed it
with the court, cool guy.

The records room
pulled it for me.

What, you're surprised
that I'm motivated

by my own fucking case?
No.

I'm just confused,

- since you're so sure I did it.
- Which he didn't.

- Except he's so sure
that you didn't do it.
- Yeah.

- And if he's right...
- Which I am.

...which he isn't,
I want to be there

to see it for myself.

So what happens now?
You guys drive around

in a van solving mysteries?

No, not mysteries.

A mystery.

Who killed Alex Forrest?

You did.

But yeah.

He said he hadn't decided.

Uh, yeah, but he was just
talking about how long

that process would be,
you know, like-- like a year.

And how at the end of it
he was

pretty much already sure
that the answer would be no.

So why bother?

Yeah, that's what
it seemed like.

- What?
- Nothing.

It's just, whatever you're up to
over there,

it feels a little bit to me

like the difference between

tactics and strategy,
that's all.

Oh, that's all, is it?

Mm-hmm.

So he's done, then?

He's just gonna...

let it all go?

Guess so.

But, I mean,
isn't that what you thought

that he should do
to begin with?

Yeah.

I just never thought he would.

Strategy is your
broad-spectrum goal.

Tactics are your short-term
steps you take to achieve

your strategic goal.

ELLEN
Meh, meh-meh meh-meh-meh,
meh meh meh.

How does he cook
in Mike's mom's garage?

Or is it just takeout?

Uh, there's a kitchenette.

But I think Mike cooks
for both of them.

By which you mean
he melts cheese

- on top of Tater Tots?
- And the problem with that
would be what?

So hang on.

Let me just understand this.

Me hanging onto
the eight of clubs because

I knew that you were
waiting for it was tactical,

not strategic?

Gin.
Or was it maybe both?

What are you, like,
some type of Bond villain?

Mm-hmm.
- Hmm?

Should we have him over

to eat or something?

Or would that be too weird?

We'll find out when we do it.

Perfect timing.

Thank you.

You all right?

Steve Scirocco came
to see me.

Oh, shit, yeah,
I was supposed to give you

a heads-up about that.

- He's a lot, huh?
- Mm-hmm.

But he's also
our managing partner's friend

since high school, so he's here
till he doesn't want to be.

Pretty much the definition
of "necessary evil."

- He wants you on
that Murder Mistress.
- Yeah.

Yeah, that's what he said.

Well, I-I won't let him
monopolize you, okay?

I got something
on deck right now.

I can fit in
two, three pro bono

criminal cases a year.

Steve would just have
to share you.

What?

He thinks that I killed her.

Wanted me to tell him everything.

He wants me to have done it.

What is that?

You know Sammy "The Bull"
Gravano's got a podcast?

Or YouTube Channel, maybe.

Talking about killing
his best friend,

his brother-in-law,
16, 17 other people.

Sitting in a big armchair
next to a fucking fireplace.

That's what that is.

Murder is a brand now.

You want people to know
you're not a killer,

but a lot of them would
like you better if you were.

- Hey. Where have you been?
- Really?

People have been
asking questions about you.

Yeah? What'd you tell them?

I said I didn't know.

You are unbelievable.

What are we talking
about now?

Someone called Admissions,

said that I lied
on my application

about the probation,
the conviction.

They kicked me out of school.

Without my aid package,
I can't even stay in L.A.

I'm gonna have
to go back home.

Who?

Who called them?

- You, Ellen.
- They told you that?

No one here knew but you.

People always assume
no one knows things.

It was a juvenile record.
It was sealed.

Are you sure?

- Are you fucking kidding?
- No, really. Are you sure?

Did you do everything
that it takes

to make sure that
a juvenile record is sealed?

Because you know that
it doesn't actually

just happen automatically,
even though

they would like to make you
think that it does.

Ellen, you did this.

Why?

I don't know.

Why would I do it?

I can't even...

You're a fucking liar.

Well, you would know.

Marked patrol car,
me and my partner.

Midnight to 8:00 a.m.
in the springtime, lovely time.

We stop in and get a coffee.
I come out,

and this couple's
running toward me.

"Help, police! Help!"

What's going on?
They go,

"We were at a house party
over on Magnolia."

And they're looking out
over the, uh,

you know,
one of those glassed-in

kind of backyard
greenhouse type of things.

But it's got furniture
in it, too, a table

and there are some chairs,
and they got this

slice of tree trunk
coffee table in there.

How do you remember what
the coffee table looked like?

Wasn't this the '90s?

And anyway, they look down,

and there's a guy in there,
and he's walking around,

- and he's talking to himself.
- Yes, please.

They go, "Oh, look at this.
He's probably just an actor

rehearsing his lines
or something."

But then he stops
and he bends down,

and he picks up a circular saw
that he'd plugged in already,

- and he flops his arm down
on the tree trunk...
- No.

...coffee table, and crank!

- Oh!
- Ah! Ugh.

- He saws it off.
- Will you get out of here?

- No, he did. He really did.
- No, no, get out of here

with your limb-sawing
gross story

at my brunch table.

Hey, don't get all
sensitive on me.

We all saw what you did
to those eggs.

You scrambled the shit
out of 'em.
Egg after egg

after egg;
you were out of control.

- All I could do was
watch helplessly.
- Well, anyway,

there was a big green planter
in the corner of the courtyard.

Nice emerald deep green,
and well done.

Anyway,
that's where I found it.

- The arm?
- The arm.
What!?

- It was planted in there?
- No, no.

He just laid it in there.

He didn't plant it.

Sylvie Rubidoh.

Her kids report her missing.

Husband said
that he was at work,

but we know he's lying, 'cause
he gamed the log-in system

and snuck out.

Can you arrest someone

for murder without a body?

We can, but we usually don't.

All right.

They're just gonna keep calling
if you do that?

That's your favorite, right?
Yeah, until they give up

and pass it off to Frank, who
still needs to redeem himself

after that whole
county jail thing

that he foisted off on me.
Am I right?

When you're right, you're right.

- Let me help.
- Want to do the honors?

Please.

All right.
Mm-hmm.

Mm, bigger.

Really?

All right.

Well, how's this?

That'll do, pig.

So, wait, you were saying
you don't usually arrest

a suspect if you don't
have the body; why not?

It's hard enough to win
a murder case

when you do have
a fuckin' body.

And at the end of the day,
we want to win.

Or at least not know
that we've already lost.

Honestly, I think it's better

if we keep it like
we had it last time.

Or if we're gonna
change the schedule

from last time, I think
we should put Saturday

at the end of the week,
not in the middle.

Okay, so that--
yeah, that's fine.

- So we'll do Friday chemo...
- Mm.

...Saturday
I'm full of steroids,

and I can run errands
and whatever.

Sunday, Monday, Tuesday,
ooh. Uh,

But then I'm okay, usually,
by Wednesday.

- Right?
- Yeah. That works.

You have to tell them
that we want to change, though.

I'm scared of Eileen.

She doesn't have to think
you're funny to like you.

I know.

But why doesn't she like me?

- I'm the best.
- Well, true.

I mean, but
give the woman a break.

I mean, her job is
oncology scheduling.

- You know who doesn't like you,
though, is Rosie.
- Ugh!

I wouldn't, either,
if I were her.

My veins are the worst.

They're so deep,

so hard to get to,
so collapse-y.

Not like your veins,
just out there, springy.

Your veins laugh at my veins.

Yep, that's what they do.

- How's it feel now?
- Good.

Yeah?

But now the other foot is
numb and tingly all over again.

- Really?
- No.

I would've did it.

Go hear live music.

- We used to do that
all the time.
- Mm.

Snowmobile the Continental
Divide again.

Yeah, I liked that.

That tree, the redwood
that you can drive through.

- Mm.
- The Chandelier Tree.

Some of these are gonna
take some logistics.

I know.

Plus, Dr. Anastasia has to

- clear me for travel.
- Yes.

- Watch Singin' in the Rain
with Ellen.
- Mm.

Meet Cindy's baby.

See the sun set

- over the ocean from a boat.
- Mm-hmm.

Read the final book
of the Morrigan quadrology.

I thought you told me no one
knows when that's coming out.

They don't.

I asked the guy
at Barnes & Noble,

and apparently she hasn't even
started writing it yet.

- Where does she live, Maine?
- Mm.

I'll go talk to her.

"Ms. George, you don't know me,

but my wife is
your biggest fan."

"So I'm gonna need you to put
19, 20-hour days in

"on this thing until it's done,

"'cause I'm not leaving
without it.

Show me to the guest room."

- How great would that be?
- Mm.

I-- I'm almost...
I'm almost sorry

I read the first three books.

I mean, not really, but...

I can't believe I'm not gonna
find out how it ends.

Remember, I was gonna
take the boat out every weekend

after the divorce.

You did say that a lot, Bruce.

It just never happened.

And now there's Joanna,
who hates the ocean.

Oh, uh, keys.

Lockbox codes.

Uh, the marina has
24-hour access.

Guard fees are paid up.
Go nuts.

- I appreciate it.
- Yeah.

Consider her your boat, okay?

I'll just, I'll kick
selling it down the road

until...

...until you don't need her anymore.

Yeah. Thank you. Yeah.

Okay?

- Thanks a lot.
- Yeah.

Yeah.

- Baby, we're here.
- Hmm?

Oh. Oh.

Right now?

Well, it could be now.

Or it could be another day.

Maybe that's the move
if you're not feeling up to it.

Um...

No, because I'm not up to it

is why it has to be now.
Okay?

- All right, let's do it.
- All right.

It's gonna be beautiful,
come on.

- You're gonna love this.
- Ooh.

I'll get it.

Okay.

My God, I'm so sorry.

He said it was only
a few times, that it's over,

that it ended badly.

Well, do you believe him?

I... He thinks that...

she came to break in,
steal things.

She didn't think
anyone was home,

and that my mom surprised her.

W-W-Wait a second.

Wh-what are you,
what are you saying?

Is there any evidence?

He's a fucking prosecutor.

Would-would he believe him?

Look, I'm sorry,
this isn't helping.

So what-what can I do?

Don't tell anyone,
especially her.

What can I do, huh?

What can I actually do, though?

Nothing.

What could you do?
Make it so it didn't happen?

You can't do anything.

Oh, hey, I rang the bell
for the super, no answer.

A guy coming out let me in.
I'm here for the walk-through.

I'm the super.
What walk-through?

Oh, come on,
nobody gave you a heads-up?

Baratta Properties send you?
Ugh.

I don't need any more
oversight bullshit.

I take good care of this place.

I need somebody
to look at the elevator.

That's who needs
to walk through here,

a fucking actual
elevator repairman.

Well, good, 'cause here I am.

I thought you said
walk-through.

Well, 'cause how am I gonna know

whether it's the hydraulics,

or do I, do I need
to get a part built?

- I mean, if I don't
look at it...
- Okay, shit.

Great. Finally. Sorry.

Uh, I gotta go buy a P-trap,
some other shit.

- You good to do your own thing?
- I'm good.

All right,
you need to come in and out,

just use the fire door,
it's broken.

Great.

So, you, uh, you up for
some mac and cheese?

Is it the frozen kind?

No. Beth made it, but
it-it doesn't have to be that.

But it has to be something, because...

I know, I know.

- Uh, just don't heat it up.
- Okay.

I need it to not
smell like anything.

All right.

Oh, and a side of
ibuprofen, please.

You got it.

Don't move,
I'll be right back.

It's ready. Come on.

Let me help you.

Sorry it took me a minute.

All right.

She knows. She knows
what she's thinking.

She knows what
she's gonna do next.

All I can do is just wait

- and react after it happens.
- Where's Dan?

He's off somewhere with Mike
pretending that they can

figure out something to do,
pretending that

they can read her mind.

But the truth is,
is if he could stop her,

he would have done it before

I ever knew she existed.

But he didn't because he can't.

- Mm...
- Baby.

I need...

Beth needs help.

- I'm gonna go help her.
- Mm.

Help her. Mm-hmm.

He said that I knew
that he was married.

That I knew,
and that I did it anyway.

And so that I only have
myself to blame.

Wait, what did you do?

He said he's gonna
have me arrested!

He said that he could just
make up a bunch of charges,

and that everybody's gonna
go along with it

because he'd just do that.

When? When is that
gonna happen?

I don't know. He said it
when he was leaving.

I don't know, I don't know.

Well, they can't arrest you
if they can't find you.

Come here. Grab your stuff,
get in the car.

You leave right now, you'll be
here by tomorrow night.

- We'll figure this all out together.
- Okay, okay, okay.

- Go now.
- Let me call you from the road.

They're both set
in Victorian England,

but you want the Inspector Pitts
ones; I'm in love with him.

I know he's not real.

Have you ever read
Louise Penny?

- Mm.
- First two books in a series

set in this cozy
little town in Quebec.

Everyone leaves
their doors unlocked.

Hot chocolate,
tobogganing, murder.

In.

What's tobogganing?
Sledding?

All the way in.

You need the coffee
and the sleep, Artie, honey,

not the coffee
instead of the sleep.

And by you, I mean we.

Oh, I know.

Skinny caramel latte,
extra shot, right?

Yes. Are you kidding?
The best.

Absolute best.

He really is, isn't he?

All right, I'm-a get going.

I'll be back Tuesday
unless there's something

you need before then.
Just call me.

So, but that's a real thing, right?

I mean, I pay the consult fee,
so now you...

I'm ethically bound, yeah.
Is that what you mean?

Yeah, uh,
whatever you talk about,

I, uh, I will never,

I can't ever disclose.

Good?

- Okay.
- So,

what are we talking about?

I have a friend
that's in prison

for a murder
that he didn't commit.

Okay. How do you know
he didn't do it?

Well, I know it because, um...

- because I did it.
- Okay.

What are you looking for
from me?

I want to come forward, confess.

Get him out, get him back
with his family.

I know I should have
come forward

and done this before, but, look,
my wife, she has cancer.

And I don't--

Look, I don't know,
I just thought...

I'm sorry, is this something
that you can help me do?

Do you have evidence for this,
what you're saying?

I mean, what can you show
to prove that it was you?

Well, I can talk about
how and why.

I mean,
the details of what I did.

- So just your word?
- I mean, unless the police
have something

that they didn't know or use
that was important.

That didn't fit on focusing
on Dan being their guy.

On Dan? Dan who?

Dan Gallagher.

Wh...

- Your friend is Dan Gallagher?
- You know him?

Well, I mean, I know of him.

Of course.

I never thought
he'd get arrested.

Then I couldn't believe that
he couldn't figure his way out

of something that he didn't do.

- I mean, of all people,
if he couldn't, who could?
- No one.

He never had a chance.

I mean, even in a world
where prosecutors admit

that they're wrong,
he was a whale.

One of the biggest gets
the D.A.'s office ever put down.

- He's innocent.
- Not to them.

To them, he's a resounding
victory that they won

from a judge and a jury
with shock and awe.

And now you just want to show up

- and-and tell them
it was really you?
- Yeah.

They'll keep Gallagher
exactly where he is,

and they'll lock you up
for perjury.

What-what kind of cancer are
we talking about, your wife?

Ovarian.

Hmm.
Well, is she hanging in there?

Look,
you paid for my counsel,

so here's my counsel.

Go home and take care of her,

and be grateful
you got away with it.

If you even did it.

I'm not even sure
I believe you.

Hey, pal.

Hey, Beth said it'd be okay
if I...

Yeah. Sure.
Thanks for coming.

What, are you kidding?
Of course, of course, yeah.

I mean, it's a hard thing here.

I mean, I know it was
a hard thing,

and now it's different.

Which is also hard.

Yeah.

It's better to have loved and
lost than to never have...

loved...
I don't know.

Yeah, no, I know.
I mean, I don't feel it,

- but I know it.
- Yeah.

Oh. Hey.

- Hey, could I ask you something?
- Sure.

Why do you think
he cut them off, Beth and Ellen?

I mean, what was he thinking?

To do that just seems...

- Crazy?
- No.

It seems impossible to me.

Not to me.

It's painful, devastating.

Not impossible.

Not to someone who knows
what he's up against.

- What, the time, you mean?
The years?
- No, the system.

What he knows it is.
I mean...

what he knows it can be.

How once you're inside,
it's over.

Once that thing has you,
you're fucking done.

And you worked for that thing
all these years, right?

I mean, what you're describing
is what you served

for all that time, no?

That's how I know
what it is.

I mean, you go in
pretty wide-eyed,

thinking institutions
are people.

And then, one day,
you realize...

no institutions,

no people.

It's just a fucking machine.

It chews.

It fucking spits.

It's not what you thought
it was at all.

And in its service,
neither are you.

You know, I--

Oh, shit. Yeah.

There I go.

That's my specialty,
making shit about me.

- I'm sorry. Uh...
- It's okay.

Julia was-- Um, she is...

She's a beautiful soul,
she is.

Yeah.

- Yeah, hey.
- Thanks, Mike.

You tell anybody I cried,
I'll kill you.

Okay, so a run is...

Um, at least three in a row,

all of the same suit,
and aces are low.

Very good.

All right, so why don't we

just do one, see how it goes.

We don't have to keep score
until you get it.

We're gonna keep score.

Well, of course we are.

'Cause we've been
talking about it

a whole two minutes,

and you already know
as much as me.

All right, no mercy.

Hardly any mercy.

Maybe a little mercy.

- I don't know as much as you.
- Oh, stop it.

It's actually weird
how tiny your head is

with all the stuff you know.

- You know things, too.
- I do.

I mean, I know some things.

Like, for instance,
I know you can't hum

while holding your nose.

No, don't even try it.

Just believe me.

Hi, Mom.

Hi.

No, no, just believe me.

So I run it under cold water,

and I pack it in ice
in a towel,

and I run it over
to the hospital,

but it didn't matter,
they couldn't save it.

- The cut was too clean.
- Circular saw.

Yeah, but don't worry,
'cause they gave him

a new plastic arm

with a little metal hook
on the end of it.

- Aw.
- Oh, that's nice.

Then, one cold winter night...

- He cut it off.
- No, he did not.

We get a 911 call
from a restaurant downtown

saying there was a naked guy
standing outside their windows

holding his thinger-dinger
in a hook

that he had for a hand.

- Hey!
- Oh...

Okay!

- Coffee, anyone?
- No, I'm okay, thanks.

- Not now.
- You know what I would love?

Could I have one more
little piece

of the red raspberry
muffin cake thing?

Yes. It's good, isn't it?

- Yeah, it's great.
- Arthur made that.

Yeah.
- Wouldn't expect any less.

- Cheers.
- Salud!

- Taking off soon?
- Yeah.

Yeah, me, too, but...

my ride doesn't look like
he's in a hurry

to get anywhere, does he?

Do you want me to bounce him
for you?

Broom him from
the establishment?

- That's okay, thank you.
Maybe in a little bit.
- Okay.

It's nice out here.
It's very peaceful.

I'm happy to hear
that the thesis is going well.

Yeah, me, too.

It's... it is tricky, though.

Toni Wolff didn't do
a lot of writing herself,

so most of what's out there
is, like, through people

who knew her
talking or writing about her.

Or not.

Like, for instance,
supposedly Jung wrote

this entire chapter
about her in his autobiography,

and then just deleted it.

Which, if you wanted people
to be less interested in her...

Yeah, it's maybe not the move.
Mm-hmm.

She did write this one,

like,
really groundbreaking essay,

though, on the four
feminine structural forms.

- Four, you say?
- Mm-hmm.

Not three, not five.
So there's the Mother.

- Makes sense.
- Right? Amazon.

She's, like, the boss,
fighter, multitasker.

- Um, Hetaira.
- No, you lost me now.

Friend, lover, wife.

And then the Medial,

which is the psychic,
intuitive healer.

Yeah, I guess
that about covers it.

Plus, they have these
shadow sides, too, right?

So it's like the "smother,"

or the "career-driven bitch,"

or the prostitute or mistress.

It's hard to describe
exactly what

the Medial woman's
shadow side is in a word,

but if she misinterprets

the messages she's getting,

she will destroy you.

- That all sounds fascinating.
I can't wait to read it.
- Yeah.

Me, either.

I just, um,
I just want to say that...

I know that you think
that you already know

what's gonna happen, but
I think that you should appeal.

Just keep asking
for a new trial.

Even if it takes a year,
or however long,

I just feel like
you have to try.

You have to always keep trying.

Jung said, "It's important
to affirm one's own destiny.

"Because in this way,
we forge an ego

"that endures the truth,

and is capable of coping
with the world, and with fate.

"And then, to experience defeat

is to also experience victory."

Hmm.

See you.

MACKSEY The first stage was to confront

what he called the persona,

a structure made up of
the societal masks we wear--

a child, parent, boss,
fri-friend, lover--

to confront those masks
and separate them from

...true self.

The next stage of individuation

is confrontation
with our shadow.

Our shadow self is the part
of us that's been hurt.

And then we reject it,

...trying to protect ourselves

from being hurt aga-again...

Acknowledging our shadow means

admitting our capacity for
darkness-darkness-dark-dark...

Darkness.

I should really
start doing that,

using the recorder.

I mean, it's right there.

There-there-there...

...there. Also, it might
be relevant, Toni Wolff

was Jung's mistress.
Might be relevant?

Which his wife knew
and was okay with.

Well, what was Jung's

source of information
on that? Was it him?

Was it him?

Don't make me chase
you... girlfriend.

Don't make me chase you.

All the birds and animals.

Like antelope
and deer and stags.

Stags and deer are
actually the same thing.

A stag's just a really big
male deer with antlers.

I think you're right.

But they started to realize

that Majnun would
never hurt them,

that he was like them.

- That he avoided people, too.
- Yeah.

And they could've attacked him,

but they didn't.
They helped him instead.

The foxes swept the floors
clean with their tails,

and the vultures would block
his eyes from the sun

so that he could see,
and the predators

stopped killing, even for food.

The lions and tigers and bears.

And wolves and jackals
and hyenas.

Majnun had this big,
giant, peaceful family.

That sounds amazing.

I want that for you.

I do, too, but with dogs, too.

Tigers and foxes and dogs.

Oh, and hippos.

Yes, of course, hippos.
Hippos are the most.

Are you okay?

Yeah, I just want
to tell you something.

It's...
it's something that I wish

somebody had told me,

so I didn't have
to learn it myself.

I probably would not have
liked hearing it,

but it would have
been better just to know.

What is it?

It's who you can trust

and who you can't.

You probably think
you already know how to tell,

but I promise you,
you really don't.

I mean...

...your parents, they're...

they're pretending
that nothing's wrong,

and they're saying everything
is okay, but it's really not.

They're lying to you.

Both of them,
but especially your dad.

That doesn't mean
that he doesn't love you.

I know that he does.

But someone can love you

and still lie to you.

Some people...

...it's just what they do.

It's what the world is like.

But... you can handle it

if you know how.

How?

You let them think
they're fooling you.

You act like you believe them,

but you never forget
who they really are.

And you never let them stop you

from getting
the life that you want.

And if they try...

...you leave them.

They don't get to leave you.

Ah, it's such a beautiful day.

I really like
being here with you.

Where's the book?

I want to know how it ends.

MACKSEY Ellen, I've been afraid

to be this direct with
any... another person.

No matter what my colleagues

think or say, I-I-I need you.

Please be with me.

I didn't think it was possible

to even dream
of a woman like you.

So completely generous...

...and loving.

I want you in my life
for the next morning

and every one after.

We can be together forever.

If you abandon me now,
there is only darkness.

What's going on?

Hello to you, too.

How did you get in here?

You have a hide-a-key rock.

I used to have one, too,
when I was in middle school.

Ellen?

Why are you in my house?

I feel like you're mad at me.

Are you mad at me?

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There's only one
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