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[Joe] Previously on You...

You're back
in the greatest city in the world.

All thanks to the one person
who could make it possible.

Forbes... brewing up
some kind of a hit piece about Kate.

It's impossible.

Bob's calling a no-confidence vote
and he has your sisters on board.

Your daddy put you in that seat

because he thought
you had what it takes to run things.

But instead
you came back from London dulled,

with a simp of a husband
and a fucking kid.

- [scoffing] He knows. About Rhys.
- [Joe] Fuck.

He'll find out it was you who did it.

But if this gets out, what we did...

It's him, or us.

What are you saying?

You know what I'm saying.

[Joe] The bastard thought
he could come for you.

How dare you! Stop--

[Joe] You've missed this.
You feel so fucking alive.

Wait, I know you. You're Prince Charming.
Joe... Goldberg, right?

- What's your name?
- Bronte.

- How would you like to work here, Bronte?
- I would love that. [chuckles]

[soft contemplative music playing]

[Joe] Hello, you.

For years
you've hidden a part of yourself,

scared to jeopardize your perfect life.

But after breaking the seal with Bob,

- life feels different.
- [Bob shouts]

[Joe] Because you protected
the person you love.

- Finally you feel like you again.
- [Bob choking]

[Joe] You thought
that to live happily ever after

you had to bury your old self,

that love and acceptance

- weren't given to the bloodthirsty.
- [exhales]

But, like the vampire, Louis,

you've learned
that sometimes blood is the path

to a richer, realer existence.

It's more than a fresh start.

It's a resurrection.

And it feels fantastic.

[low dramatic music playing]

[mellow music playing]

[Joe] You've never seen
your wife so relaxed.

No more 6:00 a.m. check-ins from Bob.

All because you helped her
crush the insurrection.

- [liquid pouring]
- [cutlery clatters]

- [news playing indistinctly]
- Breakfast burritos again?

They're so good, Mom.

[music fades]

- They look rather greasy.
- You say that like it's a bad thing.

[Kate chuckles softly]

Oh, my Good Lord. In a few years,
I won't be able to tell you two apart.

[Henry] Can we go to a museum today?

What about school? I thought you
were gonna ace that spelling test, right?

I know, but I really want to
see the piranha exhibit.

Maybe this weekend, bub, okay?
Go, brush your teeth.

Wonder what that was about?

I think he just
wants to spend more time with you.

Like father, like son.

- Oh, really?
- Hmm.

Well, that's nice.

Mmm, you smell good.

- Do I?
- Hmm.

- What's gotten into you this morning?
- It's the burrito.

[chuckling] Oh, my gosh.

[newscaster] ...sending shockwaves to
the New York corporate world and beyond.

- [volume increases]
- Remembering Robert "Buffalo Bob" Cain,

one week
after we lost the Texas Cowboy magnate.

[pensive music playing]

[remote control clatters]

You okay?

I just can't help, uh, but worry.

I told you.

I was careful.

You can't blame her for being paranoid.
She's not used to this.

What about those pages I read?
You've destroyed them, right?

Along with all your other writing.

All?

You wrote about murdering a man
who ended up dead.

Those pages
and all your other murder fiction

can't see the light of day.

Promise me you'll burn them.

[Joe] Her concern's valid.

But your musings
deserve better than a fire,

especially when you've locked them away.

A secret just for you.

Of course.

Thank you.

["On the Run" by Glass Animals playing]

♪ I swear that I try, swear that I try ♪

♪ Just to get it all the right way ♪

- [shop bell tinkles]
- [horn honks]

- [door closes]
- Uh, what is that?

Isn't it gorgeous?

I found it on the street.

Can you believe that?

I think it's giving,
like, Edgar Allan Poe post-menty-B,

which I think could actually be
its own subgenre

of cottage-core e-boy maximalism.

I have no idea what you just said,

but this... No, that's not
coming any further. I'm sorry.

Come on! It just...

- It needs a light wipe-down.
- Ah!

A light... Have you heard of bedbugs?

Oh! Okay.

Is the rich guy afraid of things
other people have touched?

[Joe] Is she flirting?

This is literally a used bookstore.

[chuckles] Books don't count.

Not since Warren Buffett wrote that books
are one of the best investments

outside of stocks, property and art.

- So she's a playwright...
- Hmm.

...who reads the Financial Times
as well as Ibsen.

It's very impressive.

Are you flirting?

She also reads fairy smut, so...
Gotta keep my portfolio diversified.

[Joe] Definitely flirting.

[inhales] Plus, I think
if I'm going to be working here,

I need to learn to sell
to your kind of people.

What do you mean, "my kind of people"?

[chuckles] You know, rich folks.

You know,
I saw a picture of you in The Cut

at a charity dinner
where a plate cost more than my kidneys.

And you were sat next to
the Prince of... [clicks tongue]

[Joe] Hmm.

- Denmark.
- Right.

The Prince of Denmark.

So, why aren't you gallivanting
through Copenhagen?

What are you doing here?

- Inventory.
- [Bronte] Huh.

[distant siren wailing]

I just didn't expect you to be around.

Isn't this place a tax write-off?

I actually worked here for years.

Oh. To seem more interesting
while attending Columbia?

I didn't go to college.
I was here making a living.

Well, then you should know

that you can't afford rent in this city
on my paycheck. [chuckles]

But who needs central heating

when you have Lady Chatterley's Lover
to keep you warm?

You're... You're not still
sleeping here, are you?

[inhales] Uh...

Sometimes. [chuckles]

It's temporary. I just...

I was staying with an ex
and it was bad vibes.

Would five bucks more an hour
help pay for your own place?

Wow. [chuckles]
You really have no idea, do you?

- [Joe] Okay. I get it.
- Mm-hmm.

I get it, I do.
You think that I'm not real people.

But I am. So how's this?

Eight dollars more per hour,

and that's officially, like,
three times more than I ever made here.

You can't just
throw money at everything, Joe.

I'm not a charity case.

[Joe] Hmm.

No. Of course not. No...

[laughing] I'm just giving you shit.
I will always take your money.

[Joe] How can someone be so frustrating
and utterly captivating at once?

Flirting is fine. Flirting is safe.

Like your writing, it's a healthy place
to put things, rather than...

This bookshelf, did you...
Did you move that?

Oh, yeah. I was sweeping earlier
and it was kind of in my way.

- [suspenseful music playing]
- What's in there?

Guaranteed tetanus shot.
It's just some old storage,

but it's a little bit dangerous.
So... stay out.

- Okay.
- [book thuds]

Whatever you say, boss.

[cell phone ringing]

[music fades]

"The Baisley School."

Isn't that place more expensive than Yale?

So real people.

Hello?

Whoa, whoa.
What do you mean "an incident"?

[indistinct chatter]

- Joe.
- Hey, Henry got in a fight?

Wait until I get my hands
on the little shit who messed with him.

[children chattering]

There he is.

Oh, why is Henry talking to a cop?

Because Henry is a monster.

Reagan. Oh, my God. What happened?

He broke my daughter's nose.

Gretchen claims that the attack
was completely unprovoked

and Henry's refusing
to tell his side of the story.

Which is normal when a child is grappling
with shame around their actions.

Was it really necessary
to call the police?

Look, that was Gretchen's parents' call.

Dr. Val, this is... [sighs]
This is very unlike Henry.

He didn't wanna go to school today,
which is really odd.

Something must have happened.
He would never do this without a reason.

[Dr. Val] That might be true.

But here at Baisley, we have
a zero tolerance for violence policy.

[inhales] I'm here
to give a clinical opinion

so the school can decide
the best course of action.

Now, I would love to get a sense
of Henry's history, if you don't mind.

Yeah.

Now, has Henry ever exhibited
violent behavior before?

- Never, no.
- No.

What about his early development?

Henry's earliest years
weren't the most stable.

[hesitates] Yes, and we can assure you
that his home life is very stable now.

Instability in those first few years
have long-term effects.

Can we stay in the present?
We don't know what happened yet.

Well, we do know that your son
punched a little girl, Mr. Goldberg.

And now that he has exhibited
signs of violence, we need to figure out--

This is one out-of-character incident.

My son isn't violent.
Our son isn't violent. [chuckles]

I'm picking up on
a little resistance here.

Now, I would never dare to presume,

but did you experience violence
as a child?

[suspenseful music playing]

- [Sandy] Stop! Get off of me!
- [slaps]

No.

- Or perhaps you acted out yourself?
- [gunshot echoes]

Why are we talking about me?
If you're reading resistance,

it's because I don't like the idea
of my son being classified as violent

after one incident.

Sounds like I'm striking a chord.

Look, I just want to know what happened.

It doesn't make sense
that Henry would do this.

Of course. And we will investigate.

But in the meantime,
we're going to have to suspend him.

[inhales] And if Reagan decides
to press charges,

we'll have no choice but to expel Henry.

[music fades]

- [horn blares outside]
- [man shouting indistinctly]

- [distant siren wailing]
- [box thuds]

[sighs]

[suspenseful music playing]

[grunting]

[man on video]
Apply a little tension to the cylinder.

Now, align the first safety pin
on the bottom part of the keyhole,

and then align the second safety pin
in order to lift the pins inside,

so that the upper pin
is above the shear line.

Keeping a little tension on the cylinder
will keep the pins from falling back down.

That's important. Also, be careful

- not to put the lower pins...
- [lock clicks]

...above the shear line as this will also...

- [door creaking]
- Shit.

- [shop bell tinkling]
- Welcome to Mooney's. Pretty cool, right?

Hey, Bronte? You here?

[Henry] Ooh! A ladder!

[Joe] Yeah. Yeah, just be careful,
because it moves.

All right? So...

Bronte? Where are you?

Oh. Hey. Thought I heard something.

Who is this lady-killer?

[Joe] Unfortunate turn of phrase.

This is Henry. Henry, meet Bronte.

Oh! Hi, Henry.

[inhales] Whatcha reading?
What do you got?

Oh! The Hobbit. That's nice.

Who's your favorite character?
And why is it Smaug?

What? Thorin all the way.

Okay. You always
root for the good guys, huh?

That is noble of you.
But, uh, I prefer the baddies myself.

[Joe] Was that for you? Are you a baddie?
Not... Not in front of the kid.

Uh, no school today?

[clicks tongue] Oh, well...

I got suspended.

[chuckles] Okay, so he is a baddie.

[soft whimsical music playing]

That's... terrible.

Uh... That's bad, Henry.

[inhales] I'll, uh... I'll let you guys...

Leave you to it. Um...

I'm gonna go back
to what I was doing. Right...

[distant siren wailing]

[sighs] Hey, bub.

Do you understand why you were suspended?

Yes, because I hit Gretchen.

I know it was wrong.

[Joe] You've taught him well,
instilled morals, not violence.

He's a nice boy who made a mistake
and deeply regrets it.

Can you tell me what happened?

It's okay. I won't be upset.
You can tell me.

She said my mom was a killer.

[Joe] What the fuck?

I called her a liar, but she said
she heard her mom talking about it.

[Joe] Fucking Reagan carelessly exposing
Henry's birth mother, Love,

in front of her bigmouth daughter.

Henry, I'm sorry
that she said that to you.

Is it true, what Gretchen said?

[Joe] Here's the conversation
you've been dreading for years.

Honesty is the best policy,

but you too were once a kid

who was introduced to
the concept of murder too soon.

He's never gonna hurt us again.

[Joe] You'll tell him the truth one day.

For now, you'd rather
preserve your son's innocence

for as long as possible.

Your first mom loved you so much,

and she was very sick,
which is why she isn't here with us.

Right?

But, no, what Gretchen said isn't true.

All right, bub, you can go upstairs.
No screens, though, okay?

[elevator doors close]

[sighs]

Oh! What is this for?

[Kate] I've invited Reagan
and Harrison over for dinner.

- What?
- She's telling everyone about Henry.

I had to act fast.

Oh, fuck.

We need to make peace tonight
before she decides to press charges.

[Joe] Kate thinks
she can appease Reagan,

but you know
you can't negotiate with a terrorist.

[Kate] She'll be
lobbing grenades all night.

But if it diffuses even some of her rage,

it will be worth it.

I really need you on my side tonight.

[cutlery clinking]

Laura, can you just give us one moment?
Thank you so much.

Yeah, I'm sorry.

[soft contemplative music playing]

If this is what you want, sure,

but you need to know that Reagan
is the reason Henry punched Gretchen.

She was telling kids at school
Henry's birth mom was a murderer.

Apparently, she heard Reagan say it.

Christ. Poor Henry.

I can't believe Reagan
would talk about that in front of a child.

We need a game plan for tonight.

[Joe] There's always a meat grinder.

What Reagan did was careless,

but she holds a grudge
like it's her second job.

We can be the bigger people here.

[Joe] She's right. You can be cool-headed

and still defend your family
against the Gorgon.

We can be the perfect hosts.

Charm Reagan into submission.

Thank you.

[music fades]

- [doorbell rings]
- [soft jazz music playing over speakers]

Reagan... [exhales] Harrison, welcome.

Come in. No Gretchen?

We thought it best she stay home,
seeing how she's been maimed.

[Joe] She does love hyperbole.
Look sympathetic.

She's just resting.
Probably playing Fortnite.

[scoffs] Our daughter's been traumatized.
Don't minimize it.

[Joe] First castration of the night,
but Harrison can take the hit.

A former NFL player
who suffered one too many concussions,

his options were limited. Lucky for him,

it doesn't take a genius
to be a trophy husband.

That's a shame.
Henry would have loved to apologize.

Oh. Well, his excuse will have to wait
until after her rhinoplasty.

- [doorbell rings]
- [Joe] Saved by the bell.

- I'll get it.
- [huffs]

[Joe] Oh.

- Maddie!
- Hi, Boo-Boo! [kisses]

- Hi, Kate.
- Hi...

Hi, everyone.

This is Kenton.

Howdy. Thanks for having me.

You're most welcome, Kenton.

Um... [sputters]
We just weren't expecting either of you.

Maddie's here for moral support.

[Joe] What she really means is she needs
the numbers to gang up on Kate.

Oh! Whole gang's here, I see.

What are you doing here?

Just supporting Kate.

You mean weaseling your head
further up her asshole?

Really vying for that board seat,
aren't you?

- [Maddie chuckles]
- So lovely to see you too.

[Joe] Well, this ought to be fun.

[Kate] Shall we?

[Joe] There's a reason
we only eat with the family

at Thanksgiving and funerals.

You could
drive a tank through the silence.

How are the truffles?
They're from the same vendor as Babbo.

I don't care for parasites.

Truffles are good.
The drizzle is a little bit sweet, though.

- I think my sugar's gonna skyrocket.
- [Kenton] Diabetic?

Mm-hmm. Type 1.

[inhales] Though it might just be
those sweet lips of yours.

[Joe] Clearly a match made in heaven.

Are we really here
to discuss the food, Kate?

I was gonna wait until the main course,
but yeah, sure, we can speed things along.

- [Reagan] Hmm.
- It means a lot

that, despite everything,
we can come together.

I think we can all agree
that our family isn't exactly...

[chuckles] ...the warm, fuzzy,
[sniffles] type.

[Joe] Understatement of the century.

[Kate] But who can blame us?

I mean, since we were in nappies,
Dad pitted us against each other.

You're not trying to
blame Daddy for what Henry did.

Oh, look, Rae's interrupting. Again.

Even since Dad's passing,

I've tried to make this work
for all of us,

but I clearly haven't done enough,

and I'd like to change that.

[Joe] Where's she going with this?

[Kate] I thought it might be nice

to escape the city
and the office just for a few days.

What about a trip to the Hamptons?

Like when we were kids.

Before things got so tense.

I'm actually super into this. [laughs]

Kenton, you have to come.

The family house, it's so magical.

It's not the family house,
it's Kate's house.

Daddy left it to her,
as if the company weren't enough.

[Joe] Bitter, party of one.

Kate, I will not be manipulated
by trips and desperate speeches.

Tonight is about your son.

And the irreparable damage
he did to my daughter's beautiful face.

And I would like to know
what you plan on doing about it.

[gasps] What if they pay
for the nose job?

That would be a suitable first step.

Done.

What would be an acceptable second step
for you, Reagan?

Well, obviously
he can't go back to Baisley.

[chuckles] I mean, there are other schools

more capable of dealing
with a child with needs.

- Needs?
- [Reagan] Mm-hmm.

[clicks tongue]

And... [exhales]

I want an apology from both of you.

[tense music playing]

Admitting that your complete failure
as parents

is what led to Henry's violent behavior.

- Rae...
- [Joe] She's got to be fucking kidding.

This is about accountability.

And Henry needs special attention.

After he was abandoned,

and then yanked from his old home
and thrown directly into yours,

he should've been in therapy immediately.

- Listen, Reagan--
- I apologize.

We take full accountability.

Henry should have known better,
and the fact that he didn't is my fault.

[Joe] Fuck being nice.

She's a miserable succubus

who will stop at nothing
until we're groveling at her feet.

- [music fades]
- [horns blaring]

[indistinct chatter]

[suspenseful music playing]

[door creaking]

[suspenseful music continues]

[lights thud]

[gasps]

Holy shit.

[exhales]

[dramatic music playing]

Oh, my God, it's the fucking mecca.

[camera shutter clicks]

[camera shutter clicks]

[door lock clicks]

[dramatic music intensifies]

No, no, no, no, no. [gasps]

No, no, no.

Oh, fuck. Okay... [exhales]

Fuck. [exhales] Shit.

[breathing shakily] Oh.

Fuck. [exhales shakily]

Fuck. [breathing heavily]

- [music fades]
- [vibrates]

[Reagan] Kate gave an okay apology.

Joe?

Is there anything you'd like to add?

[Joe] She wants you to demean yourself
in front of the whole family.

Can you do that for your son?

Reagan, Harrison.

I apologize for Henry's behavior.

And I never condone violence
for any reason.

I take my son's actions
as a personal failure.

I can assure you
that this won't happen again.

[scoffs softly]

[inhales] I don't believe you.

[Joe] What?

Caught on a fucking wheel.

You know what I can't believe?

That you can sit here
and call us bad parents

when the reason
our children got into this fight

was because you were gossiping
about me and my late wife

in front of your eight-year-old.

What are you talking about?

Gretchen was teasing Henry,

telling the whole school about how
you were calling his birth mom a murderer.

[tense music playing]

[Reagan softly] Oh.

[breathes shakily]

I wasn't talking about Love Quinn.

I was talking about Katie.

I think you had Uncle Bob killed.

[Joe] Oh, fuck.

- [Maddie gasps]
- Should I leave?

- Shh.
- [Kate] That's ridiculous.

Reagan, Bob killed himself.

Yeah? And how many of Daddy's friends

just killed themselves
when they got in his way, hmm?

I mean, you were always Daddy's favorite
because of your, uh... [inhales]

What did he call it, Maddie?

"Killer instinct"?

[Kate] Hmm.

Pretty convenient
that Bob had a sudden rush of depression

right before he was about to call
for a vote of no confidence against you.

[Kate] Uh...

[Teddy laughs, claps]

Wow. Rae, wow.

I love it when
the self-ordained highest IQ in the family

acts so fucking stupid. [inhales]

[music fades]

Of course Kate knew
about the no-confidence vote.

What good CEO wouldn't?

But she didn't have Bob killed.

And how are you so sure about that,
dog trainer?

Because you did it?

Because I saw the security footage
of his death myself.

[Joe] He's lying.

Oh. Well, if there's footage,
then I want to see it.

[suspenseful music playing]

I erased it. No one needs to see that.

[chuckles] Again, how fucking convenient.

[Kate] That's enough.

Joe and I have
done everything that you've asked.

We've apologized
and we've taken accountability. [inhales]

So why are you still trying to punish me?

What more do you want?

What I want... [exhales]

...is for you to step down as CEO.

I'm so sick of watching you
use the company

to stroke your own ego.

And so was Bob.

And I don't know
exactly what he had on you.

But I do know it was enough
that you needed him gone.

You're a killer, Kate. Just own it.

Don't speak to my wife that way.

Oh, eat a dick, Joseph. [scoffs]

I mean, who even are you
and your bad seed son,

but another thing that Kate took on
to look more virtuous?

Reagan.

I am digging into everything
that you have ever done.

And I will find out
exactly what Bob had on you.

[Joe] We were
looking at the wrong monster.

If Bob was a guillotine,

Reagan's a fucking nuke.

I am coming for everything.

Your job.

Your son.

- Your pathetic fucking family.
- [door opens]

[gasps] Oh!

- Shut up!
- [Kate] Henry!

Oh, my God! He just threw a knife at me!

- Okay, hey...
- [gasps] I told you he was violent.

- [Kate] Henry! Come back!
- Rae, are you okay?

All right.

I think it's time
you all got the fuck out.

[music fades]

[soft music playing]

[Joe] We'll talk about
throwing knives tomorrow.

For now,
your little warrior needs his sleep.

[switch clicks]

No telling how much
of Reagan's cruel tirade he heard.

[music becomes pensive]

Now our Reagan problem
has only gotten worse.

You know what you'd like to do about it.

But would Kate agree?

[music fades]

- [cork squeaks]
- Is he down? [exhales]

He may need a check-in later.
I've not seen him this upset before.

Ever since Bob, everything's gone wrong.

It feels like we're being punished.

[chuckles softly]
First Henry and now Reagan.

She just accused you of killing Bob
in a room full of people.

That's a problem.

Well, thanks to Teddy,
she may have moved off that.

For now, anyway...

[Joe] Either Teddy lied
about the existence of a tape

or lied about what he saw on it.

We can trust Teddy.

Reagan is another story.

What if I talk to Reagan
the same way I talked to Bob?

Joe, you...

[tense music playing]

You can't think
that's a reasonable response.

She's not gonna stop, Kate. You heard her.

If she has people looking into you,

they're bound to discover
what Bob had on both of us.

Joe, no.
We are obviously not killing my sister.

Forget it. We'll just...
We'll find another way.

- Your sister--
- Stop it! That is not who we are.

"Not who we are."

There isn't a line I wouldn't cross
to protect this family.

So... So, wait, what? You...

[softly] You want us to kill everyone

who becomes suspicious of us
for the rest of our lives.

Where does it end?

It ends when you and me
and Henry are safe.

We go... We go through lawyers.

Everything above board.

We'll request mediation for the school.

And, uh, then we'll get
Henry into therapy.

[sputtering] I'm sorry. Why is...

Why is Henry being put into therapy?

Because he has been through so much.

Truth is, he should have
spoken to someone by now.

- [slams table]
- So you... You agree with Reagan.

Absolutely not. But there is violence
on all sides of our family.

Ah, right. But he couldn't have
inherited it from you.

So this is about me, isn't it?

I'm violent,
so my son is going to be violent too.

Me and my bad orphan seed.

Oh, I never said that.
I would never say that.

But it can't hurt to give him more help
than he may need.

Know what makes kids violent?

When the people who are supposed
to love them turn their backs on them.

[pensive music playing]

Kate voicing concern about Henry's nature
is a pain you hoped you'd never feel.

Reagan is fucking poison,
and she's infecting everything.

[cell phone vibrates]

[music becomes ominous]

[music fades]

[suspenseful music playing]

[switch clicks]

[gasps] Oh, my God.

Oh! Thank God.

I've been in here for hours.

I tried calling you, but there's
no fucking signal in here. It's freezing.

I told you not to come in here.

Well, yeah, which is exactly how you make
someone want to come down here.

What even is this, like,
booby-trapped rich person panic room shit?

And why does it lock from the outside?

It's what you have to do when people
break into places they shouldn't.

[scoffs] You ever heard
of a safe deposit box?

Have you ever heard of
following basic fucking instructions?

[suspenseful music continues]

[keys jingling]

Are you going to let me out, or... [exhales]

[music fades]

What were you doing in here?

I was looking.

I figured that the rare books might be
down here, so I wanted to see them.

So you picked a lock?

Could you let me out, please?
I am really claustrophobic. [inhales]

- [keys jingle]
- [tense music playing]

[sighs] Fuck. Okay. Um...

I was taking pictures
of the books to send to a buyer.

I thought I might be
able to sell one. [sighs]

I'm really sorry, it's just...

When I heard
how much some of these could go for...

Just one book could pay off all my debt,
and put up my play for an entire month.

So you were going to steal from me
to put up your play?

Uh, well, after the debt.
The debt is the important part.

[inhales] This is the real reason you were
breaking into the store, isn't it?

No, no. Honestly... Uh...
I love this place. I...

[sighs]

I'm fucking desperate.

Am I supposed to feel bad for you?

[scoffs] Well, I wouldn't expect
someone like you to understand.

[inhales]

[keys jingling]

- You're fired.
- Mm-hmm.

I don't ever want to see you
in this store again.

[lock clicks]

[music fades]

I read your writing.

Your... Your box
of typewritten pages, right?

[Joe] Shit. So much for locking it away.

It's decent, Joe.

[suspenseful music playing]

You know, a lot of writers experiment
with anti-heroes, and I'm here for it.

But your protagonist
is a serial killer with no backstory.

No flaws. No wounds.

My gut says that you have more in you, so...

What are you hiding from?

What am I hiding from?
That's a great question.

Maybe I did one wrong thing
when I was a boy,

and I got cast out like garbage.

Lost my mother, lost my home,
people saw me as damaged goods,

and I got dragged through the system,

only to end up somehow a Lockwood
where nobody understands.

Because while they slept on silk sheets,
I slept on that fucking floor,

locked in the cage.

[suspenseful music continues]

[exhales]

I'm sorry.

But, uh...

It's nice to meet the real you.

[Joe] Bronte is a liar and a thief,
but it turns out she's right.

You have been hiding.

Even after resurrecting your old self,

some part of you is still afraid.

Afraid your family couldn't
love the darkest parts of you.

But now you realize this part of you
makes you a better husband

and a better father.

Because unlike your own parents,
you won't fail your son.

You won't let some heartless monster
take his future away.

You will make sure Henry never
has to face the hardships you overcame,

because while Kate is a good mother,
she can't handle what needs to be done.

But you can.

[suspenseful music continues]

You'll put Reagan in your cage,
interrogate her,

find out what investigation
she's set into motion,

then kill her.

The world will believe she's disappeared,

but you'll know the truth.
Reagan Lockwood is dead.

Kate can't know what you're up to.
Not yet.

Eventually you'll tell her the truth,
and she'll understand.

You had no other choice.

Only one more thing to take care of.

[music fades]

[elevator doors open]

[exhales wearily] Thank God you called.

[inhales] It is chaos at home.

Fiyah decided Daddy's new Armani

would look better
with mac and cheese on it.

Well, don't spill this.
It's your favorite.

Now, let's make your evening better.
Come sit.

[inhales]

I wanted to tell you, to your face,
that I'm... I'm nominating you.

For the open board seat. For Bob's seat.

- I... I... I... Sorry, I thought we...
- [Kate chuckles]

...had to wait for things to settle down.

Yes. Well, uh,
after that disastrous dinner,

it seems clear
that things will never settle down.

- That was some dinner.
- Mmm.

Look, it was still nice to finally
see someone stick it to that tyrant.

[inhales] That was
some accusation she made.

Did you really see

footage of Bob's death, or...
[inhales] were you lying?

I prefer... bluffing.

[soft music playing]

[chuckles]

Why?

If there were,

would I have seen anything
other than Bob taking his own life?

I have no reason to think that.

But I... It meant a lot
to know you were in my corner.

Whether you had proof of that or not.

I... am in your corner, Kate.
I've always been.

After years of being ignored,

left out of family gatherings,

Tom's will...

[Kate] Hmm.

You have no idea how much it means.

[door opens]

[suspenseful music playing]

[Joe] Reagan may be
the easiest person you've ever tracked.

She has a "first in, last out" policy.

[suspenseful music continues]

Shit. Where is she?

[footsteps approaching]

Drinking alone,
'cause who would want to drink with her?

Wait, where is she going?

[footsteps approaching]

Fuck. You knew she coveted Kate's job,
of course that includes her office.

- [bottle thuds]
- What is she up to?

[speaker thuds]

[switch clicks]

- ["Take It Off" by FISHER and Aatig plays]
- ♪ Take it off ♪

♪ Slow, steady, undress ♪

[Joe] Heinous taste in music,
no surprise there.

♪ Take it off ♪

- [bottle thuds]
- ♪ Slow, steady, undress ♪

♪ Success ♪

[Joe] What the hell?

♪ Take it off ♪

[Joe] Could it be?

Someone's about to handle this for you?

♪ Impress ♪

♪ Take it off ♪

♪ Slow, steady, undress ♪

- [man] Got you, bitch!
- [Reagan gasps] Oh, God.

- [man] Come here! Stop!
- [Reagan] Stop! Please don't!

- [man] Come here! [grunts]
- [Reagan] Rape! Help!

[Joe] No, no, no, no, no.
Is he... Is he going to...

[Joe] You dreamed of Reagan's
brutal and untimely death,

but can you sit here and allow this?

- No. No. You can't.
- [man] Shit.

[man grunts]

- Hang on, babe.
- [Joe] "Babe"?

[Harrison] Oh! [exhales]

I'm not used to wearing pants when...

[Joe] Harrison?
You've got to be kidding me.

She's playing out some
messed-up sex fantasy with her husband.

- [pants]
- [Harrison] My legs are burning up. Oh.

- [coughs]
- [Harrison grunts]

[Joe] Well, all right.

You were sure they hadn't
even touched each other in years.

[gasping] I can't breathe.
I need air holes.

[Harrison grunts, pants]

[grunts] I can't rip it.
Maybe we just ditch it?

[panting] You can have
regular hot office sex.

[panting] No. Scissors. Get scissors.

- Okay. Okay. Yeah.
- Go.

Oh, God.

[Reagan groans]

[Joe] Not sure you'll survive
witnessing your evil sister-in-law

getting fake-raped
by her golden retriever husband.

- [suspenseful music playing]
- [Reagan inhales deeply]

- [Reagan sighs]
- [bottle thuds]

- [thuds]
- [Reagan groans]

[Harrison panting] God.

[dramatic music playing]

[Harrison] No. What are you doing?
[sputters] Open the door.

- Babe?
- [banging on door]

Babe, this isn't funny.

[music fades]

[suspenseful music playing]

[lights buzzing]

[gasps softly]

What? What is this?

[groaning]

[breathing heavily]

[grunts]

[Joe] It's been ages
since you put a monster in this cage.

Since you heard its screams,
then silenced them for good.

[loudly] Harrison?

Hey! [breathing shakily]

[grunts]

[breathing heavily] Hello?

[suspenseful music intensifies]

Help!

- [beeping]
- [Joe] Your problems are different now.

[music fades]

Feels good to know you can still
take care of them the way you used to.

[distant siren wailing]

[typewriter clacking]

You thought writing was just an outlet,
but Bronte saw some value in your work.

In you.

It feels different putting your pain
on the page. It's fucking liberating.

And it's all thanks to
a set of annoyingly good notes.

[shop bell tinkling]

- [door closes]
- [keys jingling]

[Bronte] You rang?

[Joe] Yeah, you left this.

[sighs] But also, I owe you an apology.

Oh, so do I.

Uh, for breaking in
and for almost stealing.

But please, you have the floor.

I'm sorry. For... firing you.

And for some of the things I said,
'cause you're right,

I have been hiding certain things.

Even in my writing.

That... the world you live in
wouldn't understand.

[Joe] But she does.

[inhales]

I want to offer you your job back.

[scoffs] You're not afraid
I'll try to steal from you again?

No, I did install cameras.

Perv. [inhales] But that's fair.

You couldn't pay me
to go in that basement again.

There is one more thing.

[soft music playing]

- Okay. Okay.
- Come on.

[Joe] Your marriage may not be perfect,
but you won't self-sabotage.

She's simply a girl who needs help.

And what you do is help people.

So it's yours. If you want it.

You don't have to crash
with your bad vibes ex anymore.

You're giving me an apartment?

Yeah, you are sleeping downstairs still,
right? And this place is sitting empty.

Like, why?

Why would you do this for me?
What's the catch?

[music fades]

- [keys jingle]
- [tense music playing]

Is, uh... Is everything okay?

Yeah. [scoffs] Yeah, it's just, uh...

[breathes deeply]

Oh, fuck it. I need to be honest.

I read that vapid self-help book
by Sherry and Cary Conrad.

- Caging.
- Oh.

Well, shit.

Yeah. Um, and they said
that it was your late wife's idea

to put them in a cage in Madre Linda.

And I've been pretending
I don't know anything about your life,

but you're low-key famous.

So I guess when I saw a cage here,

it just kind of... [inhales]
freaked me out a little bit.

And I know it's for books. Uh, I'm not
accusing you of anything, okay?

It's just... [inhales]

This just feels messy.
I just... I think I should go.

She got the idea from me.

I told her how Mr. Mooney used to lock me
in the cage as punishment.

He was strengthening me, right?
And she... [inhales]

Um...

[pensive music playing]

Do you have any idea how it feels to know

that the person you trusted most

used your childhood trauma
to harm other people?

- Oh, my God. I'm such an asshole.
- No, no, no, no, you're smart.

You are. You ask the tough questions.
It's what I respect about you. Look.

[music fades]

[keys jingle]

The apartment and the job are yours,
if you want them.

- [keys clatter]
- No pressure, obviously.

[distant siren wailing]

Okay.

There's really no catch?

No catch.

- [Bronte] Mm-hmm.
- [soft music playing]

I don't sleep with married men, okay?

No, no, this... [chuckles]
This is nothing like that.

I can see how it... it reads like that.

I thought you had
a good take on my writing.

I was hoping you might read more.

[gasps softly]

- [keys scrape, jingle]
- Okay.

- You got a deal.
- All right.

We'll help each other.
That's as far as it'll go.

But there is one more thing
you've been hiding.

En garde!

Since the moment Henry was born,

you have been afraid

he might have violence in his blood.

[groaning] Oh! All right, lay down
your sword, young sir. Please sit down.

I have something
I wanna talk to you about.

Whether that's a real thing or not,

holding back the truth
isn't the way to protect him.

Do you remember when you
asked me about your... your first mom?

Mommy Love?

Yeah.

Yeah, I wasn't being truthful.

Yeah, sometimes when people are... sick,

they can do... bad things.

[gentle music playing]

But that doesn't change the fact
that she loved you so much,

and there's nothing to be ashamed of.

What if I'm sick too?

You're not sick.

You didn't hit Gretchen
or throw the knife because you're sick.

You did it
because you were trying to protect us.

But that's my job.

That's what dads do.

It was never your blood
that made you this way.

It was life.

What happened to you
will never happen to Henry.

But you understand now
that Kate was right.

A little extra help couldn't hurt.

Everyone gets scared or mad
or overprotective every now and then,

but talking about those feelings
makes them not feel so bad anymore.

So what would you think
if I found someone,

someone really, really cool
for you to talk to about your feelings?

Would you like that?

Okay.

[Joe] Okay. All right.

- [Kate sighs deeply]
- [music fades]

Seems like that went well.

Yeah. Yeah, all things considered.

[sighs deeply] Oh.

[inhales]

I'm sorry about the other night. [sighs]

It's my family. It's my mess.

And you're right about Reagan.

She needs to be stopped.

[Joe] Finally, she's coming around.

But most of all, I'm...
I'm sorry for shutting you down

when I should have been clearer
where I'm coming from.

[soft solemn music playing]

I promised myself
when we brought Henry to live with us,

when we made this family,

that I'd be the parent I'd never had.

Not morally compromised like my father,

or a tragic enabler like my mother.

You're nothing like either of them.

But I was.

When I asked you to...

What we did with Bob, we are...

We're never doing
anything like that ever again.

We did what we had to do.

No, it was a moment... of weakness.

And Henry deserves parents who are good.

Who keep their hands
and their consciences clean.

My conscience is clean.
I did it for Henry.

I did it for our family.

What?

[inhales]

When you said you felt exhilarated
when you handled Bob,

it scared me.

[Joe] You thought she was grateful.

That she accepted all of you.

Are you only doing this to protect us,

or is there something else
you can't control?

[Joe] But the truth is,
she doesn't see you at all.

- [cell phone ringing]
- [Kate sighs]

[Joe] You'll stick to the plan,
find out what Reagan knows, then kill her.

Only now, you realize
you can never tell Kate the truth.

She won't believe Reagan disappeared,

so your cover story
will have to be ironclad.

[Kate] Are you having a fucking laugh?
You're pressing charges against Henry?

- My lawyer will rip your asshole apart.
- [woman over cell phone] I warned you.

[Joe] Wait...

- Your delinquent son is just the start.
- [Joe] What?

I'm gonna make your whole family pay.

Blood will have blood.

[Joe] No. No. It can't be.

You added a lock, checked it three times.

How the fuck did she get through the door?
Not to mention the cage.

- She couldn't have.
- [beeping]

[door creaking]

[suspenseful music playing]

[gasps]

Boo-Boo? Is that you?

[Joe] There is only one person
who's ever called you Boo-Boo.

Which means she was fucking
her sister's husband. And that would mean...

Maddie...

You caged the wrong twin.

[dramatic music rises]

[music fades]

[gripping instrumental music playing]

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