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No, no, no.

No. No, no, no, no, not now.

Thank you for holding, Abby Brooks.

Hi. Hi. Yes, I'm here.

Val, Val, Val.

So, we are delayed in processing

all financial aid applications.

But it's supposed to hit today.

Our computer system crashed

after a work-study kid downloaded porn.

Um, wow.

Okay, I am legitimately sorry

that you're going through that, but I also need money,

like, hopefully soon?

I snagged this summer job that my swim coach recommended,

but we don't get paid for two weeks,

and I do not vibe with starvation.

Maybe your family could help?

No, that's not an option.

Full name and major.

Abby Brooks, dual in fashion design

and business administration.

I wanna start my own clothing line.

Is this Brookhaven Beach address...

Hi, I am on call.

Yes, yes, that's where I'm...

Why are you living in the most expensive town

on the coast if you're broke?

Oh, I'm actually lifeguarding at the most insane beach club,

Brookhaven.

It's giving rich girl summer to a... poor girl.

All right, I scheduled a callback for you

- later this week. - Oh, my God, you're the best.

Later when?

Sorry, sorry.

You're good.

Hello!

Hey! Uh, how-how are we doing?

What-what-what is-what is this? What's going on here?

Oh, I'm just parking.

Employees?

They park all the way back over by the beach, okay?

Got it. Uh, how did you know I was an employee?

Right.

Nice to meet you.

Abby Brooks!

Hi! You must be Andres. I'm Abby.

Yes, Abby Brooks, my new lifeguard.

-Hm. -We need to get started.

Oh, am I late? I-I thought we started at 10:00.

At Brookhaven Beach Club,

early is on time and on time is late.

Wait, aren't we hourly, though?

Our staff building houses employee lockers and storage.

Here.

Uniforms have to be worn at all times

while on the premises.

The pouch is for first-aid items only.

Absolutely no cell phone use,

also no consumption of intoxicants,

including smoking and vaping.

No eating onions or garlic and no chewing gum.

Our members expect perfection.

No profane language, no saying No

and absolutely no fraternizing with the guests.

Follow me.

This is our pool area. Beach access is that way.

We have a dining room, a cocktail bar,

men's cigar lounge. Yes, I did just say men's.

Wow.

Abby, you are the first female lifeguard

Brookhaven has hired in, well, maybe ever.

Seriously?

As the club manager, yes, I oversee the summer employees,

but my real job is keeping our Board of Directors happy.

- That's fun. -No sarcasm.

You are going to learn to fit into this world, Abby,

or you'll be taken out of it.

I'll fit in.

- More towels, Mateo. - Sorry.

Here at Brookhaven, our facilities are unparalleled.

Our staff are elite and are often required

to perform tasks beyond their usual duties.

As an active participant in this ensemble,

the same will be required of you.

-Understood? -Yes, understood.

Here's where you'll be working.

You made excellent time.

Well done, Andres.

Totally.

Your shifts start tomorrow.

Here are the keys to your employee housing.

I know I'm strict, Abby, but, trust me,

my way is the only way you'll survive here.

This officially concludes your training session.

Any questions? No? Great.

Oh, um, I actually did have a question about our paycheck...

Yes, it's direct deposit.

No, we don't give advances.

Evening.

I'm Officer Ferdinand.

Hello. Um, is there a problem?

This is a private beach,

for homeowners in this neighborhood only,

which you are clearly not.

You need to leave. Now.

Of course. I am so sorry.

-I didn't realize... -What's this?

I believe I just told you

we don't allow trash on our beach.

Throw this away.

I don't ever want to see you here again.

-Is that clear? -Clear.

I am so sorry, um...

You have a great night, sir. Okay.

Dude, I can totally take you, dude.

I can destroy you.

Oh, you gonna fight right now?

It's done. It's done. It's done.

Ah, shit.

New chick starts today?

You really gotta give a guy a warning

the next time you just walk up in here.

- I'm all unclothed and shit. - Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Don't be rude, Joey.

No, um, we love that you're here.

Yeah, suddenly I'm craving a Sex on the Beach.

Creative. Oh, my God.

Oh, shit.

Shit.

So you're the new girl?

Um, no, actually.

It's just Bring your lesbian to work day.

-You didn't know? -Oh.

It's a nice cockblock.

Very concise.

Thank you.

It's a coping mechanism for my gay panic.

Oh, cool.

Damn, why won't this open?

Try turning it the other way.

Ah.

I would have gotten it, but thank you.

Yeah, sure. I'm sure you would have. Yeah.

-I'm Walker. -Abby.

You know, there's a changing room

around the corner. Not that anyone uses it, but...

Shit.

Hey, pro tip.

-Turn that off. -I-I'm sorry.

I'm expecting a really important phone call.

Whatever you say.

Andres is dead serious about the phone thing, though.

He will legitimately freak out if he sees it.

Yeah, he seems really intense.

You should have seen him before anger management therapy.

This is him after anger management therapy.

Wow. Um...

Thanks for looking out.

Okay.

Okay.

-Hi, Walker. -Morning, ladies.

Good to see you back this summer.

Ooh! Bit of a windy day we're having, huh?

How's the girlfriend?

Ah! Um, ex-girlfriend, actually.

No, it's all good, it's all good.

I'm enjoying the freedom.

If you'll excuse us.

Okay. Who are they?

- Wives of the board. -

Wow.

So she's the new Chad.

A female lifeguard?

Since when does Andres hire women?

Oh, come now, ladies,

don't be afraid of a little new blood.

Tell me, Lucia,

how are those private towel art sessions going?

I'm learning some new positions later this week.

And the one-on-one mixology classes?

They may have run their course last summer.

The martinis just aren't dirty enough for my taste. Heh.

I hear the valet is available.

Really? -

Dale's always said I should learn to handle a stick.

Good afternoon, ladies.

Looking gorgeous, as always.

Oh, and Mrs. Chao, I made yours special.

Thank you, Trent.

Tell me, has the 2002 Dom Perignon

come in from France yet?

I know my husband said I've been dying to try it.

The shipment came in yesterday.

Oh, fabulous.

We'll take a bottle, three glasses,

and, uh, just put it on the board's tab,

- Felix won't mind. - Of course, Mrs. Warrick.

Oh, and to another great year, ladies.

-Cheers. -Cheers.

Whoo. Aw.

Okay, so if you need to use your phone,

-supply closet is the best spot. -Got it.

Okay, that over there, that's Trent.

Remember him.

Slip you a shot if you're having a shit day.

Anyone else will report you.

Love Trent, hate the others. Cool.

Oh, do not join the towel boys poker game.

They'll get your whole paycheck.

Ha, ha. Okay, you really got this place hacked.

Yeah, yeah, it's my third year, so, you know,

-happy to share my knowledge. -Thank you.

Besides, it's like a nice escape from reality.

It's like having a rich kid's summer.

-That's exactly what I said. -Right?

Feels like that.

All right, keep this low-key,

but there's a little employee party on the beach

tonight after the club closes.

You should come there.

Do you think they'll have food?

What are you two doing?

Abby on the shore.

-Walker in the chair. -Yes.

Go!

Um, was he in the military?

National ballet.

That tracks.

Oh, why are there two lifeguards on duty at all times?

Ah.

Oh, God, uh, someone nearly drowned last summer.

- There's a guard OD'd, so... - Someone died here?

Uh, yeah.

Less talking! More lifeguarding!

-Yes. -Right. Does he hate me already?

-That's what I... -Yep.

- He hates everyone. -Got it.

See ya.

Yay!

Fellas, cheers to you, my friends.

Yeah!

-Abby, let's go. -Damn it, Walker!

Oh, you good?

Sorry. Sorry.

Oh, hello. Who are you hitting up?

-That's personal. -Oh.

Do you also have an ex that you're hate-stalking on social?

Ew! No, I would... Not saying that you're...

A sad single boy?

I prefer to think of myself as temporarily unstable.

Bad breakup, huh?

No, no, no, breakups are awesome. I'm loving it.

Whatever. We met in high school and...

My family sucks, so...

Yeah, mine, too. I get it, dude.

Well... Come on,

at least I'm not glued to my phone at a party.

Fair hit, okay?

-So you gonna put it away, or... -Fine.

But you sound like Andres.

Oh, great Brookhaven reference for your first day.

Thank you. I'm a quick study.

Oh, look, the snacks.

- Oh, my God, are those chips? - Yeah, they are.

Yeah, that's what I thought.

Okay, why do I feel like

you guys haven't been around a girl

in, like, ages?

Okay, hold on, first of all, that's none of your business?

The way that you acted today, like, mouth agape, like, wow.

It was a long day, all right?

-Yeah. Okay, okay, Joey. -What's up?

What's the most expensive car that you've driven here?

I don't know, maybe the Ferrari Daytona?

-Or that... Yeah. -Yeah.

Red beauty, fantastic, cost 2.3 mil.

-Dollars? -As in, million dollars.

Best 46 seconds of my whole life.

Yeah, because you never lasted longer than 30 with a girl.

Oh, shit, you see that? That's for you.

Okay, have you ever tried, like, the good, good stuff?

Technically, what I do

is I add extra bottles to the members' accounts,

and I take home whatever I want.

- And they don't notice? - Never. They're way too rich.

Yeah, this ring was in the lost and found,

- for months. - This watch?

This was a tip. A tip. Take a look.

- Let me see. - No way.

Yeah.

All right, all right, all right. What about Andres?

He doesn't know.

He's happy as long as the guests are happy and...

I always make the guests happy, don't I?

-Yeah, you do. -You got your ways.

All right. Let's do some shots.

-Hell yeah. -Oh, yes.

What's everybody want?

-Tequila. -Tequila.

-Hey. -Okay.

-Vodka. -Gin.

Gin? What are you, a serial killer?

Ask your mom what I killed last night.

Okay, what does that even mean?

It means that I put it in a coffin.

That-that's exactly what it means...

I'm drinking the bottle. I don't even need a cup, so...

Right, all right.

-Cheers! -All right, here we go, cheers.

Yeah.

This place is so fucking beautiful.

The beach?

The beach, the club, this town.

It's like the opposite of the way I've been living.

Everything here is so luxurious.

Yeah, it definitely looks that way.

What does that mean?

You know rich people who can afford to cover up the bad shit.

Who wants to go skinny dipping?

-Huh? -Oh.

Ah, shit.

Not again, not again.

There he goes.

Come on!

He warms up yogurts when he goes home at night.

Yeah, I'm gonna steal his clothes.

Yeah, go get him.

Trent, where are you, man?

Trent, where are you at, man?

We got some shit to tell you.

-Buddy! -Yo, Trent!

Trent! Trent!

All right, it's not funny, dude.

Let's see what I can see. Hang on.

He's such a little...

Fucking insane, man. All these fucking games.

-Trent! -Trent!

Trent!

No, no, no, no, no, no, no!

Fuck! Fuck, Trent! No!

-No! -Trent! Trent!

Fuck! No, no, no!

Fuck! Trent!

-Trent! -No!

Trent! Trent!

I have an update on the death of Trent Campbell,

which occurred on the property

at an unsanctioned employee event last night.

They believe it was an unfortunate accident.

An accident?

Preliminary results suggest Trent's blood alcohol level

was three times the legal limit.

After diving in his inebriated state,

he hit his head on a rock, lost consciousness and drowned.

Out of respect for Trent's family,

this is being kept quiet.

The police are clearing out now and we'll reopen the beach.

Be professional.

It's not to be discussed with any of the members.

Our show must go on.

First shift starts in ten minutes.

Excuse me, uh, Andres.

I saw someone on the beach last night.

They were wearing like a black hoodie and...

Did you tell the police?

Yes, I-I told them and they said that

it wasn't related to Trent's accident.

Let the officers do their jobs, Abby.

You just focus on yours.

It'll be okay.

Last summer, Chad, now Trent.

- Wait, Chad, is he... - The lifeguard who OD'd.

Man, two deaths in two summers. What are the odds?

Well, I don't want to sound like a DARE program, but...

Stay off drugs?

I mean, come on.

Trent was fucked up last night. Chad was fucked up most nights.

I'm not saying that it's not terrible, it is,

-but the... -No, I get it.

Shh...

Oh, you're gonna get in trouble.

Andres is coming. Andres. It's Andres.

This is a really important phone call.

-Okay, I'll cover for you. -Thank you.

Hi, did my application get approved?

Hello, this call is for Abby Brooks.

Your financial aid application has been denied.

We invite you to reapply for the fall semester.

If you have any questions,

please contact our financial aid office directly.

Damn it!

Abby! -What?

I mean, yes?

Mrs. Warrick, wife of Felix Warrick,

president of our board,

has requested water on the rocks in the sauna.

Maintenance is on a break

and I need to extinguish a literal fire in the cigar.

Here.

Uh, wait, how do I...

Oh.

Huh, finally.

I was just informed of your request, Mrs. Warrick.

Oh, please, call me Imani.

Right. Um, let me just...

Um...

You've never done this before, have you?

No, I've actually never been in a sauna before. Uh...

Heh. Here, let me switch this on for you.

What's your name?

Tabby. A-Abby.

Okay.

Okay, fine.

Yeah, just let me know if you need anything else.

Oh, I certainly will, Abby.

People are still really anxious

about Trent's passing.

They are wondering if it wasn't an accident.

Not an accident?

His foster family reached out with some questions.

-Foster family? -Yes.

Okay. I'll handle them.

It's understandable. They're grieving.

It was an accident.

Of course. Thank you, Officer.

I wasn't quite sure what to say.

Walker!

Wake up. Time for shift change.

Oh, thank God.

I am so hungover.

Yeah, at least you have sunglasses

that actually block the sun.

Yeah, yours look like they need replacing.

I'm gonna go sleep this off.

You do that.

Good morning, Mrs. Warrick.

Imani, remember?

Yes. Heh.

Just practicing my strokes.

Your form looks amazing.

Not that I've been watching. I just started my shift.

You don't by chance do lessons, do you?

I just feel like I've been doing something wrong

with my shoulders.

I've spent too much time hunched over at a computer.

Oh, do you work in corporate?

Uh, website design.

I've been running my own business for years.

So... are you up for some one-on-one sessions?

Um, yeah, I can talk to Andres about possibly using

the facility here at the club because...

Oh. No, no, I have a pool, if that's easier.

So you can work independently at Brookhaven.

No conflicts, no concerns.

I suppose.

$150 an hour. Cash?

Wow, um... Heh. Yes.

Yes. Oh, but tomorrow's my only day off.

Fantastic.

I will set up the time, send you my address.

Great.

Come on in. Door's always open.

- Uh, uh... -

-Hi. -Hey.

You said the door was always open, and it was,

so I just walked in.

Yeah, that's great.

Your house is beautiful.

Thank you. I would, uh,

I would give you a tour, but, uh...

No. Um, we can start the lesson?

Yeah, that would be great.

Why don't you start by showing me your form?

-Like that? -Okay.

I know a couple of things we can work on.

Uh...

Can you just hop in and show me?

I can do that.

So, uh... How'd you become a lifeguard?

My parents worked a lot, so...

I signed up for all the community classes

because they were cheaper than sitters.

And I loved swimming.

It became my favorite, so it just kind of made sense.

Did you compete?

Yeah, in high school, our team was super competitive.

I actually almost went to qualifiers for the Olympics,

but then I had some... life drama, so...

What kind of life drama?

Um... Maybe we should start the lesson?

Yes.

Okay.

So, you wanna scoop under?

This is not right.

-Um, may I? -Please.

Well...

Like this.

Almost.

Sorry.

Don't be.

-That was... -Fantastic.

Okay, I have to know. Are these mulberry silk?

You know that?

That's impressive.

I'm... I'm majoring in fashion design,

so I've studied it, but I've never actually...

felt it before.

Oh! Well, then you should keep that one.

I always get a few extra when I go to Beijing.

Wow, um... Thank you.

Do you drink Chardonnay?

Totally.

Well, I hope you like vintage.

I was sure I could manage.

Imani?

Could I, um... sketch you?

I would be honored.

I've never been sketched before.

You're beautiful.

So... tell me more about you.

-What do you want to know? -Everything.

Who is Abby?

Artist, fashion design student, lifeguard,

tongue expert.

Um... Tilt your head a little bit.

-This way? -That's perfect.

So?

Where... where are you from?

I'm from Franklin, which is, like, three hours north of here.

Oh, is your family still there?

I think so.

I haven't talked to my parents in years.

It's not a big deal.

I-I do fine on my own.

Sorry.

What happened?

Um...

I told them that my best friend was actually my girlfriend.

It's harsh.

-Do you want to see it? -Mm-hmm.

Oh!

You are so talented.

Would you... would you design me something?

Like, um, a swimsuit?

Yes. I-I would love to.

Um... What do you want? Like a-a bikini?

A one-piece? Maybe a...

an 18th-century bathing costume?

No! I don't know.

Surprise me.

Okay.

You know, I had it really tough growing up, too.

We were dirt poor, and so...

when I finally got some real money, I decided...

to spend my life enjoying all the world has to offer.

So,

I buy myself anything,

whenever I want, whatever I want,

no matter the cost.

That is exactly how I want to live my life.

And my clothing line is gonna fund it all.

I love your ambition.

This is just sex, right?

Just sex.

Hey.

Looking for someone?

Just doing my job.

Sure.

Sure.

You know your secret's safe with me, right?

I don't have any secrets.

Ah, okay.

Sure.

Okay, fine. It's one of the members.

She's really hot.

Does she happen to be married to a board member?

Yes, but, honestly, it's-it's perfect, okay?

He gets to deal with all the messy shit,

and I just get to have fun, and it's frickin' awesome.

Just be careful.

Oh, um, keep an eye on Mrs. Miller.

She's had six Cosmos and that pug cannot swim.

- Good luck. -

Hello.

- Don't make us celebrate alone. - What are we celebrating?

I saved a dog's life today.

-Come on. -Wow!

-Come in, please. -Whoa!

-Are these all your designs? -Uh...

Why are you so obsessed with gloves?

- Is that Mrs. Warrick? - Okay, those are private.

Wow.

Abby, these are really impressive.

You're really serious about this whole design thing, huh?

-Yeah. So? What? -Nice. Wow.

I'm serious about a lot of things, too.

Very long list.

For example, my ex-girlfriend.

- Canine water rescues? - Canine water rescues.

Yes, thank you.

It was legitimately ruff.

-Oh, that was dumb. -No, it wasn't.

- It was fine. -

-Abby! -Shit! I am so sorry.

No cursing.

What are you doing?

Mateo, why are you always late?

I will fire you!

Get to work.

Now!

Do not mess up again.

Mr. And Mrs. Warrick, your usual chairs await.

Now, Andres, stellar service as always.

Drinks?

What should we sip on, baby?

Champagne for me, a Negroni for Felix.

-Hm. -She knows me so well.

Andres, how's your parakeet?

Did Gus's wing heal?

It did.

Thank you for asking.

Um... Mr. Warrick,

we fluffed these fresh towels for you.

-So thoughtful of you, Mateo. -Of course...

You take such good care of us.

Thank you.

Sweet.

Maybe we should get you some new suits, baby.

A little shopping before our dinner?

I'll let our accountant know to expect some big purchases.

Abby,

that is Mr. Warrick.

He raised our salaries, upgraded the housing,

approved additional staff, and he's basically my boss.

Taking care of him is your top priority.

Yeah, I'll be all over it if he drowns.

Sorry, that came out wrong. Okay.

I worry that you're not quite fitting in here, Abby.

I am. I will, okay?

And I'm sorry, I really need this job.

Then try harder.

Please.

Abby.

Abby.

Abby.

-Abby! -What?

I've been saying your name for like a full minute.

Sorry, sorry, I was distracted. What's up?

I would, uh...

I'd try to keep your distractions

a little less obvious with Andres around.

Okay, fine.

-Did you need something? -Yeah.

Andres wants you to clean dirty towels.

-He can't find Mateo. -Ew!

-Of course, he does. -Sorry.

Hello, gorgeous.

What are you doing in here? Your husband is...

He's needing some sleep on the beach.

Hey, don't be mad that I ignored you.

How could I be mad at you?

Well, I should have warned you that Felix can be...

Very well liked.

- You think too much. -Yeah.

Oh, my goodness.

Oh, my goodness.

Oh, my...

Okay, this is not smart

because Andres is already suspicious.

And according to the... employee handbook...

I cannot get fired.

You won't.

What are you looking at, man?

Two announcements.

One, business is good, so raises have been approved

and will be reflected in your next paychecks.

Secondly, I have some sad news about your colleague, Mateo.

He's been deported.

Hey, towel fam,

I got two lover swans for us today.

Come back for part two to see how I do it.

-What's up? -Hey.

What are you watching? -

It's TikTok.

Whoa.

These all your... Oh, what is this?

Is this a vintage watch?

-Yes, it is. -Nice.

Damn, she really likes giving you shit, doesn't she?

Yeah. Honestly, it's kind of nice.

I've never actually had a fuck-buddy

give me anything, including SDIs.

Fuck-buddy? Hmm?

Fuck-buddy? -

- Yes, it's still casual. - Oh, yeah, no, no, no, no, no.

It seems super casual.

Are these opera gloves? - Yes.

She saw my sketches, and she's thoughtful.

Don't you try...

Do you think they're a little short?

Come on, I get cold elbows.

To review, immigration is handled,

budget is locked, party is planned.

I honestly don't know what we'd do

without you, Andres.

You'll let us know if you need an increase.

We want this to be a very special night

for the club.

No pressure.

Where is your original whistle?

Uh, it-it was in my locker, and then it just disappeared.

It was the weirdest thing.

This is very irresponsible behavior, Abby.

I mean, it's just a whistle.

It is not just a whistle.

It's a symbol of your status as a guardian of the lives,

a necessary tool in averting aquatic disaster,

and, most importantly,

a part of your wardrobe here at Brookhaven Beach Club.

Right, which is exactly why I really need a whistle.

Do not lose this one.

Does this need to be sanitized?

It's probably dusty.

Thanks, Andres. You're the best.

Shit.

Damn!

I don't know how many times I have to explain this.

So you lost control of the vehicle.

The brakes weren't working.

No need to take a tone, Ms. Brooks.

Yes, the brakes failed,

and so I steered the car off the road,

and I ended up... here.

It just failed, suddenly. Mm.

How much have you had to drink?

What? I haven't had anything to drink.

I've been working.

As a lifeguard, right?

A lot of alcohol up at that club.

I swear I haven't had anything to drink.

You won't mind taking a breathalyzer then, right?

-I... I mean, no, but... -Blow.

Alcohol has been causing a lot of accidents lately.

That bartender drowning?

Last summer, a lifeguard mixed booze and pills and OD'd.

Now this.

Can I go now?

There are two types of people in Brookhaven Beach, Abby.

Ones who make messes, ones who clean them up.

One hell of a mess you've made.

Juan, when you're done, bring it around.

Green convertible.

Oh, Morero!

The truck, bring it around!

-Bill? -Yeah?

Right.

Replaced your brake lines, your pads and discs.

Ignored the, uh, cosmetic damage.

Thank you.

This could've been worse, you know?

I saw this on our job last summer,

except that one fully totaled.

-Wait, the brakes were cut? -Uh-huh.

Cop said it was evidence of, uh, botched auto theft.

Apparently, there was a string of 'em.

Kid was distraught. Couldn't afford the fixes.

Guy OD'd a few weeks later.

He's put all his money in his arm.

The lifeguard at Brookhaven Beach Club?

Yeah. Chad, uh... something.

You know, two years ago, brake failure killed a kid.

On a brand-new car.

Gracias.

Ironically, he's a valet driver.

He spends his whole summer saving up money

for a brand-new car, and... Bam!

That's the one that got him, after saving up for a new one.

A valet at Brookhaven Beach Club?

Huh. He was.

That club attracts some unlucky characters.

All right, I just need a signature here,

and how would you like to pay?

- Um, just cash. -

-Thank you. -Thank you.

Hey, I'm-I'm sorry. Are these quarters?

Yeah, it's all in there. And don't smell me,

that was my laundry money, please.

The truck! Morero, the truck!

In the last seven years,

there have been at least six employees

to die or disappear

while working at Brookhaven Beach Club.

That I've found.

It's kind of morbid for a craft project.

It starts with Andrew Johansson.

According to his Instagram comments, he was deported.

But three months later,

his sister filed a missing person's report.

He was never found.

Oh, and there's more. Blake Heckler, gas leak.

Dominic Peters, who was in a car accident.

This is Chad, the guy who OD'd last summer, right?

Yeah.

Well, the mechanic told me

that his brakes were also damaged,

just like Dominic's.

The guy who died three summers ago.

That was before I started.

Brake failure.

Just like my car.

Come on, this isn't a coincidence, right?

-I mean, it's unsettling, but... -Yes.

Uh, a guy was deported my first summer, too.

What? Who?

Robert Smith.

He's Canadian.

Let me guess, no one ever heard from him again?

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

What are you, what are you suggesting?

This summer, Trent's drowning.

- That was an accident. - Was it? Walker, uh...

I saw someone on the beach that night.

-Who? -I don't... I don't know.

Someone was there.

- Okay. -

Did you tell anyone?

Yes, I told Officer Ferdinand and Andres,

and they didn't even care.

And Mateo's deportation makes zero sense, okay?

He hasn't posted in weeks. Not once.

Come on, Abby. What are you suggesting?

Someone's just been picking off club employees for fun?

No, no, no. It's not for fun, okay?

There's... there's a motive.

I just... I can't figure it out, and-and-and I need your help.

I don't know about this, Abby.

All of these deaths have a logical explanation,

and they were confirmed as accidents.

I don't want this to be true either, okay?

This place, this is like a dream to me.

But if there's something going on here, I...

I need to know the truth.

Hey, how are you?

Good to see you.

Aha, you're on lifeguard duty.

We're switching shifts tomorrow.

Whatever.

Um, hey, what is Ferdinand doing here?

He's a member.

New money, some internet scheme or something.

You think he'd look happier.

Money isn't everything.

It is when you have none.

Yeah, that's a good point.

I gotta go.

Have fun lifeguarding for no one.

No.

Abby, my newest lifeguard.

Evening, Mr. Warrick.

Um, can I get you anything?

No, no, just coming to say hello.

How... How's your summer going here?

Oh, my God, it's amazing.

Yeah, everyone at the club is just so kind

-and it's obviously gorgeous. -Hmm.

Andres is such a strong manager.

Apparently a DJ, too. No complaints.

That makes me so happy.

I love when my people are happy.

I think this place is just great, don't you?

Absolutely.

I heard you have an interest in fashion design.

Big future plans?

Uh, yeah, how did you...

Well, Imani showed me the sketch you made of the suit.

You know, I would actually love to pay you to make that for her.

Damn. Sorry.

Um, yeah, that would be, that would be amazing.

She just has to have it. Do you... will this cover it?

I'm bad, Abby.

I just can't help spending on her.

Yeah, she's really lucky to have you.

You know, one of the non-profits

that I do legal work for

is The Sewing and Textile Institute of Technology.

They have this incredible design grant.

I can introduce you to the chair, if you'd like.

-You work with STITCH? -Mm-hmm.

Yeah, that would be amazing.

Um, thank you so much, Mr. Warrick.

Oh, excuse me for one moment.

Never been in here before.

This is fancy.

Oh.

- Wait, wait. Maybe we shouldn't. - Come on, we don't have long.

Hold on, hold on.

Felix, he is, like, so sweet and-and kind,

and he, like, really loves you. It's...

I know.

He loves me so much, he just wants me to be happy.

Hey, look, I married Felix

because he's a good man who makes it easy to have fun.

Does he know that?

He knows everything he wants to.

Trust me, I have some experience with infidelity.

Okay, I don't wanna know your body count.

Do you want to know what I want?

Abby!

-Have a good day. -Shh.

What, what, what?

What is going on?

Someone sus is creeping around the building.

What do you mean?

I don't see anyone.

I swear someone was...

What are you... are you okay?

What's going on with you? -

- Told you. -

-Hey! -What's up, guys?

Dude, what are you doing here?

-What are you doing in my room? -Whoa.

This is not your room.

Yours is the next one down.

We're gonna go for a walk.

- Okay, turn around. - Walker, Walker, really quick.

Yeah, what's up? What's up?

Can I ask you a favor?

Oh, I'm sorry, are you asking me for help?

Twice? In the same week? Wow.

Yes.

Um, I have this really great interview with STITCH.

And I just... I need to be more polished.

-So, I was hoping... -Polished.

-Sure. I got you.

-Thanks. -We'll talk.

All right, I'll see you. Whoa, Joey, what are you doing?

Don't fall over, you...

Hello?

Really? That was fast.

Okay, thanks.

Pizza for Abby?

Yep.

We've confirmed there was a chemical leak

in the upstairs bathroom.

-So, she could've died? -Oh, my God.

But only the pipeline to the bathtub.

Everywhere else is just fine.

- Great. -

That's a relief.

You know, you're very lucky you caught it so soon.

It'll be replaced tomorrow.

For now, I suggest you all get some sleep.

You okay?

Dude, this is like the second time

I've almost died in a week.

Bad luck.

You wanna crash on my couch?

Yeah.

All right, so you want to match their energy.

Okay, so just, like, read their vibe and do it back?

-Yes. -But that feels dishonest.

No, it's not dishonest.

I don't think that it's dishonest.

It's... polite.

Okay.

Oh, come on, please don't tell me

you're back on your sad boy shit.

- Because I can't deal with it. - Oh, no, no, no. Don't worry.

It's not my ex.

I'm making all new bad decisions.

Hey, that's growth.

Ugh, shoot. I forgot my keys.

All right, I'll see you back at the apartment.

Imani loves us.

How are the driving lessons?

Too fast.

More to work with than my mixology classes though.

You?

Maybe I miss my towel art sessions,

but these swim lessons have been great so far.

They were sleeping with the wives.

Chloe was talking about driving practice

and mixology classes,

and Lucia started talking about towel art sessions

and swim lessons.

So I started thinking, okay?

You have Andrew Johansson, okay?

He's wearing Lucia's designer sunglasses.

And then we have Trent.

He posted this photo on Instagram.

Tell me that's not Chloe's leg wearing the diamond anklet.

I don't know. Maybe.

All right, fine.

Rob Smith.

That's Imani's house.

How do you know that's Imani's house?

I've given her a lot of swim lessons.

Oh.

Okay, I get it.

Swim lessons. Oh!

Walker, I'm serious.

Don't you see all these deaths and disappearances?

It's all linked to the women, to the club.

All of it.

All right, so what's your theory?

The board of directors of Brookhaven Beach Club

is secretly killing anyone

that's having a fling with their wife?

And all of these men

have expertly been getting away with it

for all these years.

And you're next?

Jealously is a motive for murder

according to an article that I just read.

These aren't violent men.

They're not murderers. I mean, have you met Mr. Warrick?

He's literally the nicest guy.

And Chloe's husband? -

He couldn't hurt a fly.

Fine.

Then they hired someone to do it.

Someone with an edge.

Someone who hates when employees break rules.

Abby, I need you to maintain the sauna.

Clean it up.

Hey!

Hey, what are you doing?

Open up! Hello!

Help!

Shit!

Okay.

Walker, pick up. Please pick up. Please pick up.

Hey, it's Walker. Leave a message.

Shit!

I need to...

Oh.

Abby, hello?

- Hey. - Hi.

Oh.

How long was I in there?

Almost, like, 30 minutes.

I don't know.

I'm so sorry. I didn't get your call.

I was, uh...

It-it doesn't matter.

-What happened? -I don't know.

It was... It was blurry.

-Andres. -Yeah?

He asked me to clean the sauna.

And then... Shit!

And then I blacked out. I don't know.

Abby, you said that you were trapped.

Oh, my God.

-What? -Walker.

-What? What? -They're trying to kill me.

-Whoa, whoa. -Like they killed the others.

-No, no, no. -Yes, yes, yes.

Hey, we need to take you to the hospital, okay?

- Come on. You know... - No, I need to go to the police.

No, no, no, no.

We need you to hydrate, all right?

We need you to drink some water.

And then we're going to dry you off. Okay?

All right.

Okay.

-Abby Brooks. -Officer Ferdinand.

Hi.

Take a seat.

My deputy says you filed a messy report.

Something about a sauna and a serial killer.

Oh, my God, I think there's, like, a miscommunication here.

No, what happened was that

I accidentally locked myself in the sauna.

And then, it got... really hot.

And-and-and, I got hot. And, heat is...

It's not safe, as you must know.

And I just get really emotional

when it comes to safety regulations.

Especially when I'm hormonal.

I think I'm having a hot flash.

Does someone have Midol or a tampon, or something?

Okay, okay, okay. I get it.

I get... Please calm down.

To confirm,

you locked yourself in and got hot?

Mm-hm.

Ms. Brooks,

I think you should go home.

Yes, absolutely.

I'm going to get out of your hair and...

Thank you so much.

We need to talk.

Yeah.

Walker, where are you?

What the hell?

Walker?

Walker, what are you doing in the women's restroom?

Oh, my God.

Who are you doing in the women's restroom?

It-it's not what it looks like.

Um...

Okay, um...

Did you know that Lucia is married to Officer Ferdinand?

Abby, I really can't talk about this right now.

Okay, well, why don't you call me whenever you're done

doing whatever the fuck it is that you're doing, okay?

-Yeah. -I really need you.

Okay, great.

Good boy.

Just like how we planned.

I don't want to hurt you, Abby,

but I have to kill you! - Felix!

No!

I have to take care of Imani now!

No, I'll stop hooking up, I swear!

This isn't about sex!

Oh, but you don't know, do you?

All that other research, and you didn't find it.

If I don't kill you tonight, Imani's life is over!

Unfortunately, a person can drown

in less than 60 seconds.

And an accidental drowning is the easiest to fake.

Walker!

Abby, whoa, what happened to you?

-Why are you wet? -It's Felix.

It's Felix, and he's coming!

Felix? What?

- We need to call the police. - No, no, I'm telling you,

Officer Ferdinand is in on the whole thing.

Ferdinand? Fuck. Do you think Lucia knows?

I don't know, but Imani doesn't.

Wait, that's who you were with?

Shit, shit, shit. We need to go.

- We need to get out of town. - She's in danger!

I thought it didn't matter to you!

It doesn't mean I want to be responsible for her death, okay?

-Abby, we need to run, now! -No! Listen!

Felix said that there's something else going on, okay?

Something fucked up, and she needs to know!

-I need to know! -Why?

What is this obsession with the truth?

'Cause the truth is literally all I have!

Abby, come on.

-No. -We gotta go.

Felix just tried to murder me.

And he's about to do the same to her.

I need to help her, please!

I'm not letting you go anywhere. I'm not letting you go.

I'll meet you back at the apartment.

-Just trust me. -No, no, no, no, no.

- I'm not going to let you go. - Trust me, I got this.

-I got this, okay? -What are you doing?

-Abby! -Go! He's coming!

-Go! -Abby.

Fuck!

Imani?

Is Felix here?

No, he's out to drinks with Jay, Officer Ferdinand.

Are you okay?

Felix just tried to murder me.

- What are you talking about? - No, I'm serious.

Are you okay? Do you have any weapons?

-We need to go. -Take a deep breath.

-Take a deep breath. -No. No.

- Let me go get you a drink. - Did you... Imani?

-I don't want a drink. -I'll be right back.

-Please. -Take a deep breath.

What?

No.

What are you doing, Abby?

What the fuck is all this?

I told you, I made my fortune in website design.

Just... one particular website.

Do you have any idea

how much money Chloe, Lucia, and I

make from our elite subscribers on Baewatchers.com.

You don't, do you?

We fund the entire club, including your salary.

But you're filming all these people without their permission.

Well, our audience pays extra for the authenticity.

And then you just let Felix... murder them?

Apparently, it's nearly impossible to dispute

a non-consensual pornography charge in court.

The press alone would destroy us

and keeping you guys around is just far too risky, so...

I came up with a genius plan.

Killing kids like you.

No family.

No money.

The press won't even realize you're gone.

What about Dominic and Chad, and Robert?

You did this to them too?

Very good!

Oh, my goodness!

Good job!

Of course a woman would do the research, right?

The audience did love my bisexual vibes, by the way.

But, uh, sales did drop and you've obviously caught on,

so that is a wrap on Abby.

Felix has never had such a hard time

ending someone, though.

I'd be impressed if I weren't so pissed off.

You can't just let him murder all these people, Imani!

Let him?

Let him?

Abby, I decide who we need to kill and when.

Felix hates it, but, uh... He loves me.

Your relationship is seriously so fucked up.

Don't pretend you know anything about relationships.

If we didn't kill these kids...

Well, they'd all figure it out

and that would be very bad for us

and even worse for content.

You know what else is bad for content?

Oh, enlighten me.

A fucked-up face.

Walker!

Walker, please don't be dead. Please don't be dead.

Oh, my God! - Oh, my God.

What happened to you?

Come on, we have to go.

Come on, we've got to get my sketch, please. Please.

Come on.

Oh, shit.

- Here, here's this thing. - All right, let's go.

- Wait, wait, wait. -

Whoa, whoa, we need to properly bandage your arm.

Okay, it's-it's in the bathroom.

Bathroom?

Oh, shit.

Walker.

No, no.

I thought you were Abby!

-Imani's dying. -What?

I left her bleeding and you can save her.

-You have to run. -You're lying.

No, I know everything.

Go, now.

No!

No!

Walker, we have to stop the bleeding

and we're going to get help, okay?

It's too late.

I'm so sorry.

He was here for me. He wasn't here for you.

Hey... you're...

You're still the best friend I've ever had.

Please, no, no.

This is all my fault.

You told us to run and I didn't listen.

I'm so sorry.

Pr...

- I promise, I promise. -

Walker. No, please.

No, please.

Please, please.

No, Walker.

I'm sorry.

No.

Imani!

Imani!

Oh, Imani.

Oh. Oh.

Oh, God! Oh, God!

Felix.

Oh, God.

Argh!

Oh, Abby said you were dying.

That bitch hit me with a $200 pinot.

Is she dead?

No, not yet.

Ah, dammit, Felix!

How hard is it to kill one little lesbian?

She's...

Do I have to do this myself?

I'm sorry, Imani. I'll...

I'll try harder.

Hey. Hey.

It's okay, baby.

I know you will.

Because I know that you won't stop until it's done.

Baby...

-For us. -Yeah.

There's been a reported

disturbance at the club.

Noise is coming from the lifeguard station.

We're on our way.

Abby!

Where'd you go, Abby?

Shit.

Abby, what on earth is happening?

The Warricks, they're trying to kill me.

- What are you talking about? - I can prove it.

Please believe me. I swear.

-Please. -Just breathe.

-Please. -Okay.

Please.

I trust you.

-Please. -I trust you.

I trust you.

It's okay.

Some chemicals lighten fabrics.

Others remove stains.

Never use them together.

Unless you want to pass out.

What did you do?

She's not dead yet.

You can still save her.

Abby Brooks, you are under arrest.

No, I'm not.

I have a fucking gun in your face.

But you won't shoot it. You can't.

Wanna bet?

If you fire a bullet from that gun,

you're gonna have to report it.

And they're gonna look into you...

into Felix.

It's too risky.

Where is he?

Why don't you go find him?

But you're gonna let me go first.

Why the fuck would I do that?

Because you and Lucia have been covering up

these murders for years.

There was no string of car thefts

or deportation or accidents.

You knew it was Felix all along.

Prove it.

How did you get here so fast if he didn't call you?

It's my job.

But you were off tonight.

Drinks with Felix.

Except he wasn't out getting drinks.

He was trying to murder me.

What is that?

Alibi?

Accomplice?

You must love cleaning up his messes.

I don't do it for him.

I do it for me.

For Lucia. And the money.

But mostly,

I wanted that trash dead just as much as he did.

People like you ruined Brookhaven beach.

The money saves it.

So I covered it up.

And I'll do it again.

Gunshot and all.

That might be hard.

Once video of your confession goes live.

Andres.

-Come on now. -You lied to me.

All those kids.

It's not my fault you were too work-obsessed to catch on.

Should I hit publish?

Unless you think you can shoot us both at the same time.

What's it gonna be, Ferdinand?

I need an ambulance

to Brookhaven Beach Club right now!

Sharing this collection at Fashion Week

has been an absolute dream come true.

And I could not have done it without STITCH.

All the money that we're raising

for our educational grant program,

The Walker Goals Foundation,

is gonna help young adults follow their dreams

instead of working themselves to death.

I just want to give them everything,

except the trauma.

Abby, it's time for promo photos.

Thank you, Andres.