All language subtitles for You.S05E04

Previously on You…

His name is George.

Why just "George"?
Isn't a therapist a doctor?

You'll put Reagan in your cage,
then kill her.

-Boo-Boo?
-Maddie…

You caged the wrong twin.

Are you seeing this?

I will be ceding my board…

Holy shit, that is Reagan.

Her impersonation is even
fooling her own sister. It's brilliant.

How would you like to become your sister?

Tell me someone squealed on Reagan.

It's embezzlement!

I want to be looking in that cow's eyes
when I deliver the death blow.

Since we did the thing, I can't sleep.

Kate, I married a queen.
Fierce and powerful.

Let me be your knight.

You can help me. Just any way, but that.

Hello, Bronte.

-Joe, this is Clayton.
-We used to fuck.

I fell for Clayton.
And now I owe him a lot of money.

You can trust me with all of you.

I don't think I can handle an affair,
as much as I would enjoy myself.

You are trouble.

The word "affair"
has been ping-ponging around my head

ever since
it slipped out of your pink lips.

Were I a weaker man,

I'd take the current strain in my marriage
as a reason to pursue you.

But I am not that man, Bronte.

Beguile me. Pique my curiosity,

but what I have
is something I won't jeopardize.

A good, stable life.

For myself. For my son.

And that is worth fighting for.

So you, as beguiling as you are,

must remain in that box in my mind
I designed for you.

Did you know it's illegal
to fart in church in New York?

-That can't be true. Is that true?
-It is.

George has a New York fact book
in his office.

Sounds like you're really
coming around to George.

He has good books.

But he's never read any fantasy.
I said he could borrow one of mine.

My kid educates people about books.
I'm doing something right.

Good morning, my darling.

Good morning.

That strain, won't even look at me.

This is what I get for trying
to inspire her to be her truest self.

-Is Mommy mad at you?
-Good question.

No, darling, no. Just a very busy day.

We have to go in five. So, shoes? Teeth?

Okay.

It's very intimidating.

She's off to see Reagan.

Wants to project "killer"
without the nerve to back it up.

You sure about that bracelet?

You did say she's an embezzler,
it's just a fancy word for thief.

I didn't tell you that
to give you more ammo.

Rather to show you
that I can do this without your help.

Look, about last night--

I heard everything you have to say.

And… the only reasonable response
I have for you is…

fuck you.

I am a queen.

I will make this world better,
and I am not to be fucked with.

But I do things my way.

Now, if you'll excuse me,

I'm off to fire my cunt sister

and bathe in the glow
of her public humiliation.

Because there's
more than one way to hurt someone.

She's trying, I'll give her that.

But if she thinks
blackmail is enough to stop Reagan,

my dear wife has learned nothing.

Granted, I don't need to convince her.
I have my own solution.

Fortunately, Kate's plan
provides the perfect cover.

Once I've swapped Reagan with Maddie
and buried Reagan for good,

Kate will believe her blackmail worked.

Not bad for a marriage in a stalemate.

In the meantime, you've got me.

And I think
your plan is fucking genius, Joe.

Of course my plan is a non-starter

if Maddie isn't ready
to turn in the performance of a lifetime.

You're fucking crazy.
I told you it's never gonna work.

I actually think it's a genius idea.

You only have to be Reagan long enough

to stop her from undoing
all the good Kate has done.

Save the Literacy Initiative,
install Teddy on the board.

Then step down.

What '90s family comedy are you living in?

Twins don't actually switch places.

So then how did Reagan get everyone
thinking it was you in that video?

Well, that's different.
That's Reagan being me.

What?

Nobody would actually believe
that I could be her.

Oh, I get it.

Reagan has so thoroughly
convinced Maddie she's the inferior twin,

she can't imagine being anything else.

Do you know who might believe it?

It's Reagan's attorney.

You said that Harrison
would never leave Reagan

because the prenup
would leave him with nothing?

As Reagan,

you could undo that.

Be Reagan temporarily,
Maddie gets to be with Harrison forever.

So come on.
Give me a little bit of that Reagan scowl.

Okay, now say, "Hello,
my name is Reagan Lockwood-Jacobs."

Hello. My name is Reagan Lockwood-Jacobs?

Was it a question?

Hello. My name is Reagan Lockwood-Jacobs?

You're going up at the end
like it's a question?

-No, I'm not?
-Ever done any acting?

Oh, my God, no. I'm sorry.

You know what? Maybe kidnap
Kate fucking Winslet next time.

And by the way, where is Reagan
while I'm being her? In here?

No, that's not necessary.

We're going to call the vote
while she's out of town.

Apparently, she's headed
to some spa in Santa Fe.

She's going to be…
She's going to be unreachable, I think.

And by unreachable, I mean dead.

Okay, okay, okay, okay. So…

I take away her power on the board,

undo the prenup, and steal her husband.

And then what happens when she comes back

and she finds out
that none of that was her.

You said yourself,
"Who's going to believe that?"

And who cares?
You'll have everything you want by then.

Hello.

My name is Reagan Lockwood-Jacobs.

Or not.

What the hell was that?

-Shit.
-Oh, my God.

Someone came for me.
I knew it! Hello! Help!

Hello?

Little help.

-Oh, my. What? Are you okay?
-I just can't get this thing. Yeah.

Oh. Thank you.

Rescuing you from a pile of books.
New fantasy unlocked.

-Are you all right?
-I fucking knew that would happen.

-Whoa.
-Oh.

Oh, you smell so good.
Not helping. Keep you in a box.

What were you doing here?

I was trying to create
a little space over here

for people to mingle

because, um… surprise,
we are opening tomorrow night.

Sister-in-law in a cage downstairs.
Absolutely not.

That's rushed. We're not ready.

I know. And I thought
you would say that, over-thinker.

But consider this
a gentle push past your comfort zone. Hmm?

Opening could reinvigorate you.
It could inspire your writing.

And it's kind of already in motion.

It's going to be classy and cool.

It's like an "if you know, you know"
kind of thing. So…

-Give me one good reason why not.
-Small crowd, cameras installed,

new lock on the basement door,
pristinely soundproofed,

look at the excitement in your eyes.

You're doing this for my store.
For me. How can I say no?

It seems I can't.
So tomorrow, it is. It will be.

Deal.

Your hand's even softer than I…

No? No.

I'm sorry. I gotta, uh…

The box, you must stay in the box.

One touch, one lingering look,
and I literally had to flee the room.

You're being weird.

-Huh? What? I don't--
-Yes. You do.

The "A" word. Um…

I don't even know why I said it.

And clearly, I freaked you out.

We are nowhere near affair territory.

I was just in a, um,
a bad headspace when I said that.

Obvi, you are married.

I am not a homewrecker.

We are just work friends. Right?

Look at that.
You're putting yourself in the box for me.

I didn't mean to be weird,
but I'm glad we're on the same page.

Me too.

Oh, uh…

Have you been doing any writing
since you were locked in your cave?

I am dying to know
what my favorite killer has been up to.

I want more.

I want all of you.

Um…

No, no. I really haven't had time.

Okay. Well.
Work buds don't explain themselves, right?

You challenge me, Bronte.
In the ways I need to be challenged.

Every day I feel more seen by you.
And every day it breaks me a little.

You looking for me?

Yes.

Take a seat.

You know, I was thinking earlier
about when we were kids.

How much I wanted you to like me.

Dad didn't help, of course.

Leaving your mother for mine.

And seeing something in me
that he didn't see in you.

Okay, what is it you want to say, Kate?

You really thought you could
manipulate me with your fake tears.

All while bullying Maddie
into giving you control of the board.

The social media stunt,
we both know that wasn't her idea.

Are you worried
because I have two votes now?

No. I'm not worried, actually.
I just wish I'd done this yesterday.

You've been embezzling
from our company, Rae.

Go, quietly,

and I'll spare you the public disgrace.

You know, it's funny.

When you came back,
everything was supposed to be different

than it was with Dad.

And yet, you seem to be
working directly from his playbook.

What are you talking about?

I knew you had
something to do with Bob's death.

Oh, my God, this.

-I found his guy.
-Okay.

He was worth his weight in gold

when he told me everything
you were up to in London.

I think maybe you were conned because--

Because you didn't
frame a young Pakistani girl

for the murder of Rhys Montrose?

Bob, he left it at that.
But I kept digging.

I thought, "Why would Katie
care so much about a dead politician?"

Only to find out
it was never about the victim.

It was about the killer.

Your husband.

First, Rhys Montrose and then Uncle Bob
because he found out about everything.

Is Joe your little assassin?

You can deny it if you want,

but I am having Bob's body exhumed

and I've heard it's going to be very clear

whether he hanged himself
after he was already dead.

And when that's proven, oh, the police,
they are going to have a lot of questions

for the man seen
on the neighbor's security cameras.

You're bluffing.

Resign. And your secrets,
they will stay just that.

But if you don't… Oh.

Who is going to take care
of poor, little psycho child

when Mommy and Daddy are both in prison?

Joe was right.

You are a monster.

I really feel for you, sis.

It must be very hard to separate yourself
from daddy when you are him.

Here's to hoping
an inadvisable amount of sugar

will help Maddie's brain
create pathways it needs

to connect to her inner she-demon.

There he is.

You got a sec for a work friend
with a question?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, go ahead.

I was hoping maybe you might want
to take a look at some new pages of mine.

If it were up to me, I'd do nothing
but bask in your imagination.

I will buy you a cup of coffee?

How can I balk
at an opportunity to know you more?

-Sure. Yeah, I'd be happy to.
-Great.

I will be right back.

Bold, insightful, personal enough
to feel like I read your diary.

What a gift, Bronte. Thank you.

It's a far cry from a tidal wave of cum.

Loved it.

-Really?
-Yeah.

Shut up. No, you didn't.

No, I mean, it's raw and surprising.

It's such a thoughtful take on toxic love.

It felt like I…
I glimpsed the real you.

Your… Your pain and your heart.

Yeah, well… Thanks, boss.

I am curious
about the nameless male character.

The way he pursues the Huntress
against her will,

and his cruelty. He feels… real.

Uh… He is.

You know, I would love
to not write about toxic men anymore,

but they just
keep being my greatest source of pain.

-Mm-hmm.
-And I must write my pain.

If it were up to me,

I'd take men like that and line them up
in front of a firing squad.

Sorry, that's just adding
to the toxicity, isn't it?

So what if it is?

Sometimes I think
witnessing an abuser's punishment

is all I would need to heal.

There it is.
That dark side I keep seeing glimmers of.

But does it only exist in your writing?
Or is it really you?

I fuck with chaotic good, you know?

You what?

You know that, like, um,
that Moral Alignment D&D thing

that was meme'd to death?

Oh. What?

How do you not know this? Here.

Okay.

So we have chaotic, neutral, lawful.

Good, neutral, evil.

So, like, lawful good, that is Superman.

He won't break the law, even for good.

You were… You were saying chaotic good?

Yes. Mmm!

Chaotic good is my babe.

They are messy,
they make mistakes, hence chaotic.

But they have good hearts and they will
break the rules for the right reason.

All the best romance novels
feature a morally grey dude

who will beast out
to protect the one he loves.

"Beast out." Yeah, I like that.

For years I searched for the woman

who would truly understand me.

Some small part of me
still hopes it's Kate.

But minute by minute,
you make the case it could be you.

…which brings me to

chaotic evil.

Chaotic evils actually
want to hurt people.

Sounds like Reagan. Wait a minute.

Maddie just has to become chaotic evil.

Bronte, you are a genius.

Sorry, I forgot. I…

-Downstairs.
-Go. Thank you for reading.

No, thank you.

-I've been going about this all wrong.
-You think?

Yeah, the key is not looking
or sounding that part, I mean,

it's inhabiting it.

Thinking, feeling the way Reagan does.

For example, why are you having an affair
with Harrison?

Is it to hurt Reagan?

Of course not. I love him.

Exactly. You're chaotic neutral.

Acting in spite of your sister's feelings.

Now, with Reagan,
why does she punish you for loving him?

She married him. She won.
Right? But she still needs to flaunt it.

To hurt you.

Tell me about it.

She takes her hurt
and she lashes out at other people.

You need to access that.

That kind of anger.

How?

Hmm.

You can never have Harrison.

What are you doing?

After I divorce him, you can't have him.

He wouldn't want you anyway.

Okay, stop. I don't like this.

You know he only likes you
because you look like me, right?

Only fucks you because I'm too busy
for his dumb ass, half the time.

Okay, can you please stop
because this isn't funny.

You're just a try-hard, pathetic,
simping, little stand-in.

-Fuck you!
-You will never be what Harrison wants!

-Harrison wanted me first!
-Ha! You wish.

No! You stole him from me.

And Harrison loves me.

And that drives you crazy
because you cannot stand to see me happy.

Okay, that's great, that's great.
Now take that and turn it into a spear.

Use it like Reagan would.
Come on! Inflict pain!

Oh, Maddie, Maddie, Maddie.

So desperate for affection
that you'll tell yourself anything.

But we all know the truth.

Why no one loves you because you're weak.

Worthless.

You're literally a waste of space.

I should have eaten you in the womb
when I had the chance.

Holy shit.

There she is.

This ridiculous plan might work after all.

Hey, did you eat yet?

No, no. I'm fine.
Joe, uh, we need to talk.

What's up?

No. What's… What's wrong?

It's Reagan. She knows
everything that Bob had on us

and she's out to prove
that you killed him.

That's bullshit. She's lying.

No, she's not. Listen, I've been thinking
for hours and I'm… I'm going to resign.

-What?
-It's the only way to keep us safe.

-You're… You're going to give up?
-It's better this way.

I should have done it sooner before… Bob.

What does that mean?
What are you saying?

I told you that I wasn't
willing to lose myself to this,

to become like him.

It's really… It's not worth it.
I'm done. I'm sorry. It's over.

-It doesn't have to be. Where you going?
-I need a drink.

Can this not be a discussion?

No.

Because how many times

do I have to tell you "no"?

I won't do things
the way that you want to.

You think Reagan will stop if you resign?

We don't have any other options.

I have money…

I have money in an offshore account.
We can leave the country.

-We can start over.
-No, no, no. We're not leaving New York.

You know there's nowhere we'd be safe
as long as she's coming after us.

I can't.

Joe, I won't.

I…

I was looking at my sister
in her smug face today and I realized…

I wanted her dead.

I was so shocked by how easy it would be

to just come home
and just give you the go.

Because you're right. It is. It's…

It's in me.

And I love that about you.

Just because I acknowledge it,
does not mean I accept it.

I despise that part of myself

and I despise the fact that you won't
even try to control it in you.

This is murder we're talking about.

I am not a queen, you are not a knight,
this is not some romantic fantasy.

This is reality.

We accept our losses. We move the fuck on.

All we need is each other.
You, and me, and Henry.

Isn't that enough?

Of course.

My wife looks at me like I'm a beast,
despises that side of me.

But today you reminded me
of the virtues of a beast, Bronte.

You value the side of me
that steps up when no one else will.

And this is that moment.
The time, as you'd say, to beast out.

I'm not letting evil win.
I'm not leaving New York, nor you.

I'm going to do
what I should have done a long time ago.

Reagan and Harrison
are doing right by Gretchen,

keeping her in one home
while they alternate in and out.

Today, Harrison is with Gretchen
in the city,

leaving Reagan here alone with me.

…inhale through your stomach.

Press into your feet,
strong legs, softly reach up.

Adjust your back foot into Trikonasana.

That's it.

Top arm away from you.

Turn your face toward your top hand.

Upward hands pose.

Low lunge, exhale.

Make sure to breathe
in through your nose and out…

What the fuck was that?

Guess what, asshole?

You picked the wrong house
and the wrong bitch.

In what universe
is a billionaire's daughter this tough?

I heard she played rugby in college,

but how does that equal
ultimate fighting ninja?

Fuck.

Oh!

Fucking cunt!

Come here.

You!

I always knew you were a fucking psycho!

I'm impressed.

Didn't think Katie had it in her
to sic her little, bitch dog on me!

Can't say it was the smartest thing,
showing your hand.

I thought you'd be better at this,
considering all the experience you have!

How are your balls, by the way?
You tasting blood yet?

Really wish I could finish the job,

but for now, I need her alive.

Okay.

Hmm.

No time to write, huh? Liar.

Being near her was like
trying to hold the sun in your fist.

It can't be done.

Her light refuses to be hidden.

Not when her face
is buried in a romance novel.

Not when she wears that teal cardigan
with holes in the sleeves.

She fears who she is
and loves who she is all at once.

And I think that I fear her too.

Because I could
sink into the warmth of her mirrored eyes

and let her see all my worst parts.

I could make a home in her broken heart.
Her abused heart.

Her wanting-to-be-seen
but-never-too-clearly heart.

She's forged armor from her brokenness

and wears it like…

I unbutton the tattered cardigan
and she's naked beneath.

Her soft, peach nipples perk up
as if they've been waiting for my lips.

She shivers as my fingers glide down
and down and down her body.

Until they're sinking slowly
into the warm pond of…

What the hell?

What did you do? Is she alive?

Yeah. Yes, yes, she's alive.

Get back.

Go!

-What the fuck is--
-Shut up!

-This wasn't the plan!
-Stay in the fucking corner!

Oh.

What is that for? I'm not due.

It's not for you.

No, I can't… I could never. That would…

That would kill her. You can't just--

I'm not gonna do it. You are.

No.

No, no, no, no, no, no, I would never.

It's the only way
you're getting out of here.

I've gotta know you won't tell a soul.

The guilty don't run to the authorities.

If you refuse…

I'll have to kill you both.

This was your plan all along, wasn't it?

I can't believe I trusted you,

you fucking liar!

I'm not gonna do it.
I don't give a shit what you say.

She deserves to die, Maddie.

You know that better than anybody else.

Listen to me. I have met
some really shitty people in my life.

Really shitty.

I've never met anyone so relentlessly
cruel to someone they're supposed to love,

let alone a sister, let alone a twin.

Reagan hasn't given a solitary shit
about you since your birth.

Tell me I'm wrong. Tell me.

One of you lives.

One of you dies. It's the same choice
I'm giving to her when she wakes up.

You think she'll hesitate
when her life is on the line?

Hosting a store opening
isn't exactly what I need right now,

but you gotta keep up appearances.

Many a poet have mused that rebirth

can only come from the dying embers
of something you once loved.

I would have never thought
to do anything like this, but you?

Yes, you.

So, what do you think?

It's so impressive.

Thank you for pushing me, work friend.

Well, thank you
for being open to it, colleague.

Congrats to you.

So great finding
an actual mom-and-pop business these days.

-Well, no, we're-- Yeah, no.
-No. He is… He is the owner.

-She's the manager, so that's…
-Oh.

-Sorry.
-…all the thing is. Yeah.

Yeah. That's it. Okay, I'm gonna go.

To think I walked in here
a potential board member

of one of the world's
largest corporations,

and now I'm going back home
to tell my husband

it's back to running a dog kennel.

I'm…

I'm so sorry.

Teddy, this is so unfair.

I would wait
until after you had your board seat,

but Reagan has two,
she'll never give it to you.

It is not just about the board seat.

You realize when you go,

no one is keeping my ass around.

I mean, you told me
that Bob had nothing on you.

Reagan had nothing to find.

I told you that Reagan
has nothing to do with me resigning.

Bullshit.

Don't try to play me. Not you.

You are the only one

who ever treated me
like a part of this family.

And I have made it very, very clear
that I am on your side.

So, what the fuck is really going on?

I don't know what to tell you, Teddy,
except that I'm sorry.

How does Joe feel about all this?

Why do you ask?

I think maybe Reagan has something

and you're afraid
of what Joe will do to her.

I know this isn't
what you wanted to hear tonight,

but you need to let this go.

Reagan?

Oh, thank God.

Maddie?

Ow! God, that son of a bitch.

Oh, God.

What the… What the fuck is this?

Why are we in a fucking box? Maddie?

Is this where you've been?

Where the hell are we?

We're in the basement of Joe's bookstore.

And he just happens to have
a fucking torture chamber in here?

Jesus Christ.

Our brother-in-law is Ted fucking Bundy.

Did he hurt you?

No.

But he thought I was you.

When he took me, I was, um…

I was with Harrison.

And we should talk about that, by the way.

Pass. Cunt.

So what? Does he just plan
on keeping me in his evil lair forever?

No.

Um…

He wants me to kill you.

And then become you to, um, trick people.

To undo all the trouble that
you've been causing.

Ow.

What?

He… He thinks you could be me?

Why?

Why what?

Why is that so absurd to you?

To think that I could be you?

Because if you could, honey,
you would have already.

I mean, right?
You've been trying your whole life.

You know, even sleeping with Harrison,
that was a pathetic attempt to be me.

You know what?

At least I love him.

Which is more than I can say for you.

Because I don't think that you are capable
of loving anyone, but yourself.

And guess what?

He doesn't even love you.

He told me so.

And he also said

that he can't get it up for you
without Viagra.

He told me as much in your bed.

Oh, man. Being in here
has really done a job on you.

You're really in your cunt, aren't you?

I've had a little time to think is all.

And maybe
I see you a little more clearly, Reagan.

Thank you so much.

Fucking hell, not this asshole.

Hey, what are you doing here?

We weren't gonna come, but he insisted.

Yeah.

Because somebody doesn't know
how to answer a text.

-Do you have any idea--
-Clayton. Clayton.

Please. Now… Now is not the time.

Uh, I've got it, Joe.

Come on.

The cage may be at capacity,

but there are other ways
I can cure your headache, Bronte.

You know,
if we want to find a way out of this,

we might actually
have to figure out a way to work together.

And look, I can…
I can momentarily put aside the fact

that you were sleeping with my husband.

-You know what? One question.
-Hmm.

Did you know that I loved Harrison?

And did you use that
to force me to be your surrogate?

Oh, honey.

Maybe you don't remember,

but that was your idea?

You offered.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
You gaslighting bitch!

Did you know that I could have died?

A fractured pelvis is serious.

All for your fucking vanity!

I think we should just face the facts.

Your husband loves me.

Your child came out of my birth canal.

Everything you have should be mine.

I know you could have died, sweetie.

And so did Harrison.

And the doctor said
we might have to make an agonizing choice.

You or the baby.

But you know what?

That would have been
the easiest decision I ever had to make.

You have been in here a week
and nobody's missed you.

That's because you are expendable, Maddie.

The lesser twin.

The spare.

You are completely and utterly irrelevant.

Aw.

Don't be a child, Maddie.

-Don't forget your bookmarks.
-Ah, yeah.

-Thank you for coming. See you again.
-Thank you.

You're your own woman.
Strong, capable. I won't overstep.

-I told you it wasn't enough.
-Whoa!

Hey. Hey. Get your hand off her now.

Relax, buddy. We're fine.

No, no, we're not fine.
It's time for you to leave.

We're just talking. Right, B?

You can have her back when I'm done.

Get out and stay away from her.
I will not tell you twice.

Do you understand?

-All good, man.
-Okay.

Are you all right?

Uh, yeah, I'm fine. I just…
Uh, I think I need some air.

Shit. Was that too much for you?

Are you upset at him or me?

Hey.

-You okay?
-Yeah, I said I was.

I'm sorry. I shouldn't have interfered.

I certainly shouldn't have
put my hands on him.

I really didn't mean to scare you.

No, you didn't scare me, Joe.

All right. But I can see
that you're upset, so I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.
It's not my place to protect you.

I just couldn't--

No, you're right.
It's not your place, Joe.

-I am not yours to protect.
-I know.

No, listen, you don't get to do
romantic things like that

when you have a wife and a child.

I found the pages in your drawer.

Yeah, you also don't get to write

the most sensual,

tender, complex,

beautiful things that someone
could ever want to read about themselves.

Those were the easiest pages
I've ever written.

Did I want you to find them?

God, you have no idea
how confusing this is.

I'm not supposed
to feel this way about you.

I'm not supposed
to feel this way about you, but I do.

It doesn't matter. You're married.

And this… this can never be anything. So…

It doesn't matter what we feel.

Bronte, please wait. Please wait.

You're right. This isn't fair to you.

But I can't take you out of that box
without destroying my life. Henry's.

A fantasy is all we could ever be.

I have to stay in the real world.

Ah. So much for
turning them against each other.

The two are actually bonding
under the circumstances.

Oh. Shit.

Maddie did it. She killed Reagan.

You were right.

The one person in the whole world

who was supposed to respect me…

she respected me the least.

Now let me the fuck out of here!

So Maddie may be ready
to play her evil twin after all.

But will she be convincing enough
to fool Kate and stop her from resigning?

Tardiness is not a Reagan thing.

Where the hell is Maddie?

I'm the one who had to dispose
of her handiwork last night.

Hi. Thanks.

They're starting. Where is she?

This was an insane plan.

A twin switch.
Maddie was right, it's a sitcom.

A bad soap opera, it's--

Holy shit.

She's here.

And looks the part.

-Good morning.
-Good morning, Katie.

You look tired.

No one seems to suspect.

But we're not at the hard part yet.

Good morning, everyone.

Big day.

I'm sure
we're all eager to get to the vote,

but before we start,
I have a bit of an announcement to make.

Forgive me, this is, uh…

This is proving tougher than I expected.

It is with a heavy heart that I--

Oh, spare us, Kate.

We all know you're not sad to see me go.

What Kate is trying and failing to say

is that I will be taking a step back
from my role as CFO of Lockwood Corp.

This may come as a shock to some of you…

but there are some personal matters
in my life that I need to focus on.

It wasn't an easy decision,
but I hope you can respect it.

Thank you.

Oh.

And I have spoken to Maddie,

who has decided not to step down.

I will retain my board seat
and cede all votes to her after today.

Seems like it's going okay in there.

Nobody's screaming in horror yet.

Here is a signed copy of said agreement.

Um…

Well--

Don't hurt yourself trying to think
of something nice to say, Katie.

We all know you're ecstatic.

Well, with that…

Uh…

I would like to propose a new motion.

As you know, we have an open board seat,

and I would like
to nominate Theodore Hayes.

All those in favor, raise your hand.

Motion passed.

Fuck me. I think it worked.

Or did it?

Thank you. Thank you.

I appreciate that. Thank you.

Teddy seems very happy.

What did you do?

Fuck. She knows.

What?

There is no way that Reagan
would have rolled over like that.

You have to have done something.

At least she believes it was Reagan.

Okay. Okay, I'm sorry.

I just couldn't stand
for her blackmailing you, so we spoke.

I called her bluff.

You called her bluff?

It turns out
she had nothing concrete on us,

so you don't
have to worry anymore, we're safe.

Do you expect me to believe that?

Kate, we… we won.

Why can't you be happy?

Pulled off a damn miracle,
even kept her hands clean

while I did what was necessary
to protect our family,

and that's what I get?

I was wrong.

My marriage isn't in a stalemate.

It's broken.

What's this?

Packing up.

What do you mean?

I can't be here anymore.

Uh, last night…

I'm glad to know
how we feel about each other,

-and obviously we can't do this.
-No, no, wait, wait, wait. I…

I'm… I'm sorry.

I shouldn't have said what I said.
You don't have to leave.

Joe, it's fine. Thank you for everything.

What? Wait a second.

Slow down. Stop.

Please, Joe. Please.

I… I don't… want you to go.

You could destroy me, Bronte.

But right now
I'd rather burn the entire world down

than let you walk out that door.

Please stay.