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At least I didn't drink.

Good for you.

Bowden, what the fuck?

Okay, I mean, that's--that's
my red glove with dead bodies,

but that psych evaluation?

Those are not my answers.
I didn't say any of that.

-It makes me sound insane.
-Wow. Yeah, oh my God.

The double, the frame job,
this file...you look guilty.

This is Bangkok déjà vu.

It's like
the good-old-days shit.

God, was I really like you?

And by the way,
I don't know what's in the file,

which means neither do you.

Well, I know you fucked
your handler last night.

Look, it's a better distraction
than Feliks.

Oh, sorry--Buckley.

Why would you bring
that name up to me, okay?

He's a fucking psychopath
that lied and used me.

He's not some sort of bullshit,
quippy anecdote.

Easy, okay? I'm saying Benjamin
is a classier distraction.

Plus, I'm not the one bringing
stuff up in here, am I?

Okay.

Dot. Oh!

What are you doing here?

It's the CIA. I work here.

What are you doing here?

I owe--I owed Benjamin
a debrief on Berlin

and he said to just
stop by the office any time

I was in the neighborhood
and I was in the neighborhood

-but he wasn't in his office.
-Oh, wow.

It's Westwood. I feel like no
one's ever in the neighborhood.

Um, Cassie, I realize
what happened in Berlin

and us not being able
to tell you everything,

that must be hard.

And I know you don't want
to see a counselor,

but you seem a little on edge.

Oh.

So if you need to talk
to someone,

you've got my number.
That's what it's for.

Oh, my God,
thank you so much.

I--I really am fine.

All this stuff
that you're seeing,

there is an explanation,
but that's for another time

'cause I have to go meet
somebody now.

So I'm just going to make sure
I get in here.

So, thank you.
It's very kind of you.

I'll probably use it.
Thank you so much.

Oh, Jesus.

Why didn't you just show her
the fucking file,

you stupid fucking idiot?

Fucking stupid. I can't...

Oh, my God.

Fuck.

Hi. Shane.
Okay, you told me to call you

when I need help
and I need help.

I'm calling you
from my very small car

that is feeling more
claustrophobic by the moment.

Why did I get such a tiny car?

I don't understand.
I need your help.

Okay, Cassie, okay.
I'm listening.

I'm just going to say it.
I'm just gonna fucking say it.

Someone is impersonating me.

I know it. They--they are
doing very bad things.

They stole my identity.

I am telling you and I think,

I think they're with the CIA

or they know someone at the CIA

or there's something
going on there.

I literally don't know
what to say.

Did you hear
about the two CIA analysts

that got killed at Echo Park?
You heard about that, right?

I didn't know
they were CIA analysts

and you shouldn't know
that, either.

I have proof that those killings

are connected
to the Berlin bombing,

and they're linked
by these slides

in this View-Master
that was left in my suitcase.

It's like this toy

and there's these slides
on there, and...

Yeah.

-Hello?
-Okay. That last part?

Look, just lay low
until I can see

what I can dig up
before training today.

What--what training?

What do you mean?
What do you mean?

The mandatory
Imperial Atlantic

continuing qualification
training.

Cassie, we are still
flight attendants.

Oh, fuck. That's today? Ugh!

Look, just lay low and--
and--and let me see

what I can dig up and bring--
bring that View-Master thing.

It might contain trace evidence,
of what I do not know.

You sound crazy,
but doesn't mean you're wrong.

I don't want you having
another panic attack, so...

-bring it.

Okay. One more thing--

Okay,
just so I'm crystal clear.

You photographed
a classified CIA document

after you fucked your boss
in his office.

Okay, so everything
you're gonna say,

I've thought like 7,000 times,
so we're good.

In fact, I actually would like
to grab a Brillo pad

and scrub my body
until there is just bone left.

I don't know why I did it.
I don't know why I did it!

Okay, okay. You know what?

Just chill.
We're gonna breathe.

If you didn't sleep
with your handler, Benjamin,

we wouldn't have these files.

So it's not that bad,
if you look at it like that.

-That's very true.
-Right?

God, I just want one drink.

Cass, don't say that.

I said it 'cause I mean it.

I mean it. I will
always mean it, okay?

-Okay.
-Sorry.

That is the reality
of my life right now.

Okay? Do you under--I'm sorry.

You guy--
You guys are...amazing.

This stuff makes me
look insane, okay?

This is--this is nuts.
"Narcissistic delusions,

borderline sociopathic
tendencies?" Come on.

"Needs constant praise."

That's probably--
that's probably true.

But that's not me.

Maybe that's how the CIA
wants you to be seen,

like in a
"Manchurian Candidate" way.

You know what?

The most that these files
can do is paint the picture

that you could be a killer.

-That is a very big difference.
-Yeah, right.

And these security stills
are totally grainy, so.

Exactly.
Also they're time-coded

and they were taken
when you were in Iceland.

No, the CIA can pretty
much scrub anything--

timecodes, CCTV footage,

any alibi statements
from Iceland.

Okay, another
little fun fact, um,

that is my missing red glove
from Berlin

at the Echo Park crime scene.

I hate to say this,
but whoever is doing this to you

is, um, killing it.

So my friend at the CIA

said there still could be trace
evidence on the View-Master,

and that is what I'm literally
living for right now, so...

Um...

-What, what, what, what?
-Yeah.

That couple that broke in,
they went through everything.

They went through
a lot of stuff

and they took the View-Master.

Oh, my God. Okay.

I have to go to training.
Can't wait. Gotta go.

Marco.

Hi, you're here. Hey.

Why aren't you
answering my calls?

Um, I--Babe, I have
a really good reason.

I just--um,
can we talk about it later?

I have a work thing
that I have to get to, so...

There's a lot
of work things lately.

Yeah, I know. That's right.

I love you.

There's clearly something
going on with us.

We were talking about you
meeting my daughter--

Okay. Listen, um,
there is something going on,

but with me, with me,

and I want to tell you things
and I--and I feel like I can,

but I actually feel like
I can't tell you this thing.

-So I really do have to go.
-Look, you're right.

You can absolutely
tell me anything.

Okay. Annie, did you say
that you needed--

She didn't say anything,
Cassie.

How can we start a life
together if you don't--

Oh, no, no, no. No, no,
you don't--you don't want to--

Marco, you do not want
to start a life with me.

Trust me.

You're not doing
a very good job

at evading me with excuses.

Okay, I, honestly--
I do have a work thing.

That's--that's it.
And if I don't go now--

I try very hard
to be optimistic.

It's an important part
of my recovery.

Marco, I understand that you
don't get what's going on here.

You really have to do
better than "a work thing now"

because I don't believe you.

I slept with someone else.
Okay?

Oh, my God.

Um, I didn't mean for it
to come out like that.

I didn't mean to say
that out loud. I'm so--

Huh. Another work thing?

No, this is my sponsor,
and I need to--

Oh, you don't get to play
the AA card, not with me!

Just...

Fuck.

Just tell me what happened.

I don't know,
I guess I, um...

I guess I...

I guess
I forgot about you.

Wow.

Okay.

Wow.

I could get over the cheating.

Adults fuck up,
but that last part...

Yeah, that's, um,
that's too much.

Um, my life is completely

spinning out of control
right now,

and I do love you
and I'm really trying--

So am I.

Okay? I'm trying so hard,
Cassie, but you're...

My daughter would have
absolutely loved you.

I know I did.

Bye, Cassie.

Okay.

I see you pulled
an all-nighter.

-How are you holding up?
-Yeah, losing anyone

is brutal for everyone.

-So, I'm fine.
-So, any theories

spring to mind
during your all-nighter?

Nothing that
I'm ready to discuss.

Well, I've been doing
my own homework

and it's starting to feel to me
like an inside job.

Oh, how so?

Let me dig
a little deeper first.

I came in here for a reason.

What was it? Oh, I know.

Why did I see Cassie Bowden

sneaking out of your office
this morning, disheveled?

Well, I don't know.
I must have missed her.

Well, she was in the hallway,
so I guess

she could have been
coming out of any office.

My mistake.

Oh. Carol!

Did you just body check me?

Oh, no!
I didn't even see you there.

You didn't even register to me.

And today's a safety day.

Shame on me.
Isn't that terrible?

-Hi.
-Hi.

You look like
you've been crying.

Well, let's see.
Um, Marco just dumped me

and there is a crazy human
in the world imitating me.

It's not great.
Thank you in advance.

Did you find anything out
since we talked?

Well, as much
as I love telling you

that you are a crazy person,

a friend at the agency
gave me these.

Security stills
from too many places.

Oh, my God. That's her.
I've been telling you.

Yeah, but it's nothing
without context.

-You brought the View-Master?
-Oh, I couldn't get it.

It's--Don't look at me
like that.

It's a real thing, I promise,
and I'll work on it,

but I do want
to show you something. Look.

That's my psych evaluation.

None of these answers--
I didn't say any of this stuff.

Wow. Okay.
How do you even have this?

I just--I saw it
on Benjamin's desk.

-We slept together.

I know.

Well,
now the tears make sense.

My instincts are to say,
"Hey friend, how you doing?

You good?"
My brain is telling me

that stealing CIA files
is a felony.

They will take you away.
They will put you in cuffs.

They will cut the bangs off.

I didn't steal anything, okay?
I just documented

a picture in an envelope
on a desk.

That is not better.

There are very few people
that have access to your file

that could fabricate
a psych eval.

Wait, if Benjamin...

No, it's not Benjamin, okay?
Listen, he's my handler.

He takes care of me.
It's not him.

-It's someone else at the CIA.
-Da-da-da-da-

Hi. Hi, Jada!
Hey. This just got fun.

-Mm-hmm. How is Justin?
-No, no. I'm talking to Shane

for five minutes.
Can you just please, like...

Mm-hmm, mm-mm.

Do you three feel comfortable
working together in a group?

-Great.
-What...

Is she leading this shit?

-Like, what is happening?
-She is Imperial Atlantic.

-Look up.
-I'm so confused.

It's a bird. It's a plane.
It's Jada.

Also, what is she talking
about, the three of us?

-To whom is she referring?
-Okay, people,

-Let's start.
-Fuck!

Welcome to the mandatory

-Imperial Atlantic continuing

-qualification training-
-Brenda, hi. What's going on?

-What's up?
-Cassie,

I've been texting you
for hours.

Call me means call me.

Hildegard left.

Who?

Wait, my f...
Oh, my friend left?

What do you mean?
Where'd she go?

We had a chat.

I was extra careful not to say
anything dark or tragic.

Then I went to make her
some tea, but--

Okay, listen, I'm sorry.
Brenda, I'm sorry.

Thank you, Brenda.
I'll call you later.

For fuck's sake, Megan,
what the fuck is wrong with you?

Cassie.

Hi! Would you like
to join the group

for the group portion
of the group training today?

Oh, my God. Megan!

-Cherri!
-Where have you been?

Oh, it's a long story,

but I'm so glad
that you're still here.

Oh, honey, I bought the joint.

-You bought it?
-Yes.

I've made more money stripping

than I ever did
as a flight attendant.

-You're, like, the boss.
-Yeah.

Oh, my God.
That's... Listen, honey.

I need my lockbox.

-Oh, I don't have it anymore.
-What?

I rented a room
to this bank teller, Wanda.

She thought rent was optional.

So when I kicked her out,
she took a ton of stuff,

including your lockbox.

Oh, no. Cherri, seriously?

I tried calling.

But your phone was,
like, disconnected.

-Yeah.
-And why on earth

would you leave something
that important with me?

Because who would think
of looking for it here?

No offense. I thought...

It was a good idea at the time,
but honestly, Cherri,

I'm just making this up
as I go along

and I'm not doing
the best job of it.

I can't say I fully get it

and it feels like
for legal reasons,

I don't want to
fully get it,

but you're getting
your box back.

I know where Wanda is now.

She might shoot at us.

Okay.

Good to know, thank you.

Thanks.

Cass seemed okay
when she left, right?

I mean, like, not great,
but, you know-

She was falling apart.

She blew up that thing
with Marco,

who was like the coolest guy,

and then she rushed out
of here for a work thing.

So no, she didn't seem okay.

Okay, look, we can't just
sit around here.

I mean, Cass needs
that View-Master

and her life is essentially
on the line.

If we call the cops,
they can get it.

If we call the cops,
they'll just put it in evidence

and then we'll really be fucked.

Okay, well, you got all
the answers then, don't you?

Okay, okay.
Look, look, look, look.

The Diazes knew, like, really
specific shit about us, okay?

You know, like stuff
that we had talked about.

They must have bugged
the apartment.

Are you fucking kidding?
Max, are you--

They bugged the apartment?

-Yeah.
-My God.

Okay, okay, okay.

This sounds kind of bananas,

but could you, like,

could you, like, use the bugs
to find them?

Potentially.

But, "potentially," like--
like, yes?

Then what?

Confront them?

You're acting like
Cassie did last year

before I got hit by a car.

I don't want to get hit
by a car again.

It's not unreasonable.

Can you just--I found them.

Can they still--

No, they're disabled.

Oh, okay.

-Okay.
-Fuck.

Yeah.

Like, we can reverse
traceroute the bugs,

use them
to find the IP address,

and then use that
to find the physical address.

You have to do your Max thing.

Okay.

Okay.

Um, so remember yesterday
when we were,

you know, tied up
and, um, scared for our lives

and I said a bunch of shit

and I was coursing
with adrenaline--

I'm in their laptop.

Wait, already? Seriously?
That was so fast.

Whoa, shit!

What? What, what?
What is that face?

When the Diazes
weren't punching me in the face,

they were hacking
into my laptop.

They got everything.

My client info,
my full history...

Oh, shit. Records of jobs
I did for you

when you were
at Davis and Carlisle.

Oh, my God. Okay.
Uh, can you delete that?

No, it's in a crypto file.

I can see everything, but
I can't do anything from here.

Okay.

What, okay?

Okay, yeah, we're going to go

and we're going to get
their laptop

and we're going to get
the View-Master

and we're just going to
bang it out in one trip.

There you go. And we go down.

Very good. And here we go.

Thank you. Hey...
Oh, God.

Cassie, you've got to be
careful!

You could hurt someone.

You were supposed
to grab my hand.

Well, you could drown, my God.

-Cassie!
-Yes.

Your turn
for some pop-up questions.

There's a potential
explosive device

in one of the overhead
compartments.

-Go.
-We're doing rafts right now.

-Go.

Okay.
I put all the passengers

on the opposite side
of the plane.

I cover the device
with cushions

and luggage and wet blankets.

-Okay?
-Wow.

Due to severe turbulence,

passengers are having
a panic attack. Go.

I look the passenger
in the eye, take their hand,

I apply pressure, and tell them
to take a deep breaths

and I tell them
everything is going to be fine

and they're perfectly safe.

Shane, what am I going to do?

What am I gonna do?
What am I gonna do?

Okay, Cassie. Okay.

I will look into it
for you, okay, Cassie?

We need to save
this person's life.

-Put that thing over her mouth.
-This person is fine.

I am the one that is not fine.
I am not fine.

My life is not fine.

-Okay.
-Okay? I need your help.

Okay, good.
I'm glad that you realize that.

So while I look into it,
you leave it alone.

Look at me.

What?

Are you?

Am I what?

Are you--

-No!
-Okay. Okay.

I told you, I'm a year
sober, Shane, for fuck's sake.

You know what?

Just text me the photos
from Berlin

and from Echo Park Lake
and if the CIA

is doing this to me,
I will figure it out.

-Stop, Cassie.
-What?

Stop wishing for this
to be true.

The CIA can bend facts.

They can make it so
that you never even existed.

So if the shit is true,
then the shit is bad.

Can we just finish
this station, please?

Because if you're not
paying attention,

you're putting people
at risk.

You need to listen.

Just fuck off, Carol.
Just fuck off, Carol.

What the fuck do you want
from me, Carol?

We have lives to save.
Let's calm down.

Fuck this!

Hey, come in here.

Put this back
in Essential Files,

and I'd like for there

not to be a record
that I had it out.

Done.

Vicky, can you pull
the communications

between Mr. Berry and an asset
named Cassandra Bowden?

Mm-hmm.

During any specific time period?

All of them.

You just--You can sit there
as long as you want.

Hey, um, Cassie,
just to clarify,

did you come here to talk

or just, like,
sit very, very quietly

'cause I can do either, but--

My life is just, like,
a lot right now, you know?

I--I don't know.
My time here in L.A.

is completely up in the air

and for reasons
I can't really get into,

all my friends are
dealing with their own shit.

I just fucked up
my relationship royally

and, um, I cannot catch
a fucking break

and I am trying
to hold on so tight

and I'm literally losing my mind
and I--I--I feel so needy.

I'm--I'm sorry.

Wow. That--
That was a lot of words.

I'm sorry, I shouldn't
be putting all this on you,

but honestly,
I was kind of hoping

you didn't know me
well enough to judge me,

which I can't believe

I just said it out loud.

No, listen,
I'm totally the exact person

that you should come to,
if the world is falling apart.

That's like game time for me.

This is when I do my best work.

Really? Is that right?

Yes, I have a sword mounted
on my wall.

I'm ready for the end days,
okay?

Okay, cool.

Do you have anything for
when you're being framed

for international espionage
or...

So people usually say this
about me,

but I can't tell
if you're joking right now.

No, no, I'm joking.
Sorry, bad joke.

Look,

any time that you need
to hide from life,

or if you just want to talk,
you're always welcome here.

I like you.
I don't like a lot of people.

Most people are sheep,
and assholes.

-But I do need to--

I need to go right now.

You have to go, right.
Drug deal, again.

See, that's funny.

I'm going to finish this
before I leave.

There's another one
in the shaker.

Are you sure
you don't want one?

Uh, no, no. I'm good.

Wow, you're popular.

Uh, No.

I'm really not.
I used to be.

I used to be really fun.

I used to be a lot of things,

but now I'm just, um...

Okay, what the fuck is this?

Dry mouth? Oh.

It would taste so good.

Sweating? Are you nervous?

The cold glass would feel great
in your hands and on your lips.

Broken heart?

You wouldn't even think
about it.

I mean, fuck, you wouldn't have
to think about anything.

The anxiety, the fear.

Fuck it all.
Just have one drink.

Just have the drink.

You know what?
I will have one.

-If you have time.
-Yeah.

Thanks.

That's the bank teller?

Do not get close to her.

Like I said, she has a gun.

Well, if it ain't the stripper

who kicked me
out of her big fancy house.

Wanda, we don't want
any trouble.

Just give my friend Megan
her lockbox back.

Make me, bitch.

You think 'cause
you got a six-jet jacuzzi

and travertine counters,
you're better than me?

You take your clothes off
for money.

Hey! Don't you speak
to her like that!

You have no idea
how hard Cherri works.

She is providing
a time-honored service

that makes people feel good,

and she risks her own health
and personal safety.

And I'm going to skip the part
about the difficult

social, economic, upward
mobility for adult entertainers

and the stigma
that is attached to that

and just call you a thief
and a freeloader.

Now, give me
my goddamn lockbox back!

Go fuck yourself.

-Megan, what did you do?
-Calm down.

Let's just wait 30 minutes.

Jenny.
What are you doing here?

Why are you here?
You know, I gotta tell you,

it's starting to feel like
you're following me.

It's a little fucking weird.

I'm not going to do
your podcast, okay?

So please stop showing up
at places where I am.

Stop stalking me, okay?

What are you doing?
Why do you have that?

Why are you--Why are you--

-Why are you holding that?
-It's my boyfriend.

He's still totally hung up
on his ex, like, crazy hung up.

I don't know
what he sees in her.

She's a self-absorbed,
stupid loser.

Like, how is that better
than me?

-Like--
-Jenny, listen.

Don't drink because of a man.
All right?

And then when you find out
that man is horrible,

don't drink then, either.
Okay?

You got to get out of here.
You gotta go.

But you're here.

Yes, I am here because
I'm here for all this stuff, so.

Oh, you're throwing a party?

Yeah, yep.

Throwing a big old party. Yep.

-Do you need help?
-Nope, don't need help.

Do you want to come back
to my place

and we could not drink together?

Party's tonight, actually,

so, yeah, I'm really busy
doing this.

Let me tell you something.

I want you--
I want you to listen to me.

Sobriety is about the journey,
not the destination.

-Okay.
-All right? Now, put that away.

Let's go. Put that down.
Get out of here.

This is a bad place for you.
Not good.

You are a such
a piece of shit.

You're a fucking loser.

You're the worst
fucking person ever.

You're okay. It's okay.

You're a fucking asshole.
He's not an asshole.

You're an asshole. You're
the fucking asshole, actually.

You're so stupid.

Want to pack
your shit up, Marco?

Okay. Let's pack your shit.

I'm gonna fix this...

I'm gonna fix this
right now.

I'm going to call a friend
who's going to help me.

Hi, Dot. It's Cassie.

I just wanted to say thank you

for allowing me the freedom

to call you when I needed you.

Hi, um, it's me again.

-Why aren't you answering

your fucking phone, girl?

-Motherfucker!
-To send your message...

I'm sorry,
I did not mean that.

I did not mean that.

Here I am, any time,
reaching out to you.

Hey, Dot.
Um, pick up your fucking phone!

Could you just,
like, call me back

'cause I really need
to talk to you?

Thank you so, so much.

I really--Oh, fuck.

Oh, God.

Hey, Cassie. It's Justin.

Um, Shane's just in the kitchen

being too detailed
with the meat.

-I've heard so much about you.
-Hi. Hey.

Sorry, I just have to talk
to Shane

because he's the only other
person at the CIA I know

aside from stupid Dot.

Um, oh, sorry, but... Shh.

I have to talk about
the secret CIA stuff with Shane,

so could you just, could you
grab him for me, please?

Um, what?

Central Intelligence Agency.
Why don't you know that?

Everybody knows that.

Babe,
uh, Cassie's on the phone?

Are you doing
something with the CIA?

What? She--she said that?

She's a--she's a jokester.
She's a riot.

Give me that fucking phone.

Thanks. One second, bye.

Do you want me to be happy?

I maybe had a future
with Justin,

and you maybe
just fucked that up.

Do you have any idea
how hard I have worked

to keep the people that I love

from knowing exactly
what I do to protect them?

I'm the one
that needs protecting here.

And also, I'm so sorry!

I didn't mean to tell Justin
about our secret CIA stuff.

I'm really, really sorry.

But the thing is my life
is in actual danger right now,

so I need you to listen to me.

Oh, like the actual danger
in the bar

in Reykjavik
when the North Korean agent

got knifed in the back and bled
out all over the concrete floor?

That danger?

I don't... I don't...

I don't know. I...

You're my friend.

I just--
What happened to my friend?

Shane, you know,
that used to, like...

take me out for oyster night
and laugh all night long?

Like, where did...
where--where is--

He is working...

and you are drunk.

And that's so fucking sad.

Whoa. Just, like...

that--I am not drunk.

No, no, no, no, no, no.

You need to sober up

and when I am done trying
to salvage

whatever relationship
that I have left with Justin,

I will keep digging,

but that has got to be
good enough for now.

-Cassie...
-But, but, but--Hold on.

I don't know what to...
Help me.

I try so hard to be good
and I'm only window dressing.

I am here to make you feel bad

about the woman
you're never going to be!

Never!
How fucking depressing is that?

I mean, what's the point
of it all?

In fact,
I shouldn't even exist.

No, no, wait.
You shouldn't fucking exist!

I shouldn't exist?
Well, I fucking exist!

Fuck your help.
I'm in control!

You're the fuck up, not me!

You think
you can break things?

Well, I can fucking
break things too.

Easy does it!

Easy does it!

-Easy does it!

Easy does it!

Easy does it!

You think
you're so fucking smart?

I will go where I can't hear
anything.

-- So it's been an hour.
-- I know.

Okay, I have to say it,
I really hope

I didn't use
too much mushroom powder.

What happens
if you use too much?

You kind of die?

Oh, my God.

No, no...

Dear lord, she's a hoarder!

Oh.

What happened?

Fucking A, I knew
that scam artist took my shit.

This is, like,
my most prized possession.

-Is that your thing?
-Yes.

-Let's go.

Maybe I did
use too much powder.

-Do you care?
-Cherri!

I'll just call 911 once
we hit the interstate.

-Just to be safe, right?
-Yeah.

-Okay. Come on.

Whoa.

Okay, the Diazes are like
serious bounty hunters.

Fugitive recovery,
intimidation, kidnapping...

Okay, yeah, but this isn't
surprising, though.

Like, remember
when they drugged us

and tied us up and shoved
a taser in your mouth?

Yes, Annie.
My face remembers that incident.

Okay. Um...

Okay, look, Max,
this is insane.

Like, what do we do here?

Ping sweep to determine
if the host is alive or dead

then see if they're inside
and online.

Okay, yeah, no. Sure.

That, um... Jesus, who knew

Sid and Nancy had such
good taste in architecture?

They're home. Let's do it.

Let's do what?

Max?

Max.

Easy does it! Easy does it!

Easy does it!

Fuck you, sand!

Easy does it!

Easy does it! Easy does it!

Easy does it! Easy does it!

Easy does it!
Easy does it!

Easy does it!

Easy does it!
Easy does it!

Easy does it!
Easy does it!

Shut up.

Shut up! Shut up!
-Easy does it!

Easy does it! Easy--

Okay, this is fucking tragic.
What is this?

You wanted me to drink
and now I'm fucking drunk.

-Isn't that great?
-No, I said sparkly and fun.

I was very clear
about sparkly and fun.

You made me throw away
a year of sobriety.

Oh, my God, I can't.
I honestly can't with you.

You can't what? You did this.

No, I didn't.
And you lost a year of sobriety?

How about, no, you didn't?

You don't even--

You don't even know
what you're talking about.

So you know what? Fuck you!

Okay, I am so sick of

your holier than thou attitude,
all right?

We both know about
March 21st and March 23rd.

-So how about fuck you?
-What, you're just gonna,

like,
throw random dates at me?

What is that, like,
some sort of threat?

A threat? Okay, fine.

Let's do this.

I don't want it.
You. I don't want it.

March 21st.

Six months into your year
of sobriety.

Oh, that--that's you.

March 23rd, two days later.

See, every time you tell
someone you're a year sober,

it's a goddamn lie.

No one knows, but you know.

You're not better than me.
Got it?

Hey!

You're flooding
our place downstairs!

Hey!
Are you in there?

Hey, want to know my issue
with this whole double thing?

Who the fuck
would want to be you?

What
in the ever-loving fuck?

How many people do you
have to hunt and torture

to afford a house like this?

-Right there, in the corner.

Oh, my God.

-Oh, shit.
-Oh, fuck.

-Do you think they saw us?
-I don't think so.

-Oh, I don't...Oh. Okay.
-My God.

I don't understand
the attraction. Do you get it?

-- No.
-- Okay.

Max.

What is he doing, what--

What is he doing,
what--

Yeah, okay.
Get the computer.

One... What?

Uh... One second, what?

What the fuck is he doing?

What the fuck!

Join me in the shower.

Ah! Fuck.

Baby, come on, hurry up.

Ay voy, mami.

Here I come!

Maxwell Montgomery Park,
are you fucking insane?

You could have gotten
yourself killed.

It's just a fucking ring!

Yeah, you're right.
It's just a ring.

It's a shiny rock overvalued
by capitalism.

But I picked it out
after looking for months,

and when you opened the box,
and I saw your face.

I knew, I just knew
I got it right.

I got it fucking right.

You made it super clear
you don't care about the ring,

but I do.

Annie.

Um...

I called in a domestic
disturbance complaint.

That should keep them busy
for a while.

You've already done
so much for me, Cherri.

But what I really need
is your car.

Oh, um...

I'll think about it.
I'll...

Oh, um...

Yeah, I'll--I'll take it
and I'll buy a better one.

You are full of surprises.

Maybe so, I don't know.

But if I can get through this,

I just want to get my life
together the way you did.

Not for nothing,

but you just drugged somebody,
stole your shit back,

and bought a car
with a brick of cash.

Stay this Megan.

It'll get you far.

Okay.

Drive safely.

All right.

-Bye!
-Bye.

Lived my whole life here,

I can count on one hand

the times I've gone
to the beach,

so thanks
for the text message.

So, you slipped and fell.

Now down here in the sand,

I guess you get to choose
how far you want to fall.

I didn't choose to be here.

I just...

I think I just wanted
to feel the way I used to feel,

you know, like amazing
and shiny and invincible...

This time
just felt different.

Even when you have a year,

the disease waits for you

and picks up
right where you left off.

I don't have a year.

I'm a fucking liar.

I don't have a year.

I slipped twice in New York.

That's why I left.
That's why I came here.

I just wanted to start over
and have, like, a clean slate

where no one really knew me
and I...

When I walked into
that first meeting here,

I just--I didn't want
to be the new me again.

I didn't want
to be a fucking Jenny.

I wanted... I wanted my time
in New York to count.

I had six months.

You know? And that was--
that wasn't nothing.

Now I just threw it all away,

and it felt like shit
while it was happening

and I wasn't myself,
I was a whole different person.

Like, what the hell is that?

That next drink is like
having sex with a gorilla.

You're not done
until your gorilla is.

But the anger, the violence...

driving drunk to the beach,
for God's sakes?

After everything you told me
you went through with your dad?

I know, I know, I know.

I don't know why I did that--
And I was doing so well.

Oh, my God.

No, you weren't!

Look where we are.

None of this works
without rigorous honesty,

which means you tell the truth
even when it's easier to lie.

So, now I'm just back
at square one?

Cassie,

the point is
you never left square one.

You built your recovery
on a house of cards.

And it fell over.

That's what
a house of cards does.

And until you take
that first step

and admit that you're powerless
over the dark parts of yourself,

you just keep
knocking down cards.

My God, starting over
makes me want to just walk

right into that ocean
and never come out.

I've tried that once.

Really. Yes.

After my second marriage ended,

I got caught up in the drama
and forgot about the physics.

Didn't use enough weight,

so the waves just washed me
back up to the shore.

Shoop.

Like nothing at all.

I was feeling nothing,
like I was nothing.

Take it from the lady
who tried drowning herself.

It's a hell of a lot easier
to just quit drinking.

Uh-uh-uh-easy does it!

Uh-uh-uh-easy does it!

Uh-uh-uh-easy does it!

Uh-uh-uh-easy does it!
Uh-uh-uh-easy does it!

Uh-uh-uh-easy does it!

Uh-uh-uh-easy does it!

Uh-uh-uh-easy does it!

Ray, move your head.

Ooh, good boy, Norman!