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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?

- Mm-hmm.
- 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... 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... 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?

Uh... 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.

♪ Toss your dirty shoes In
my washing machine heart ♪

♪ Baby, bang it up inside ♪

♪ I'm not wearing
my usual lipstick ♪

♪ I thought maybe we
would kiss tonight ♪

♪ Baby, will you ♪

Okay.

♪ Kiss me already? ♪

♪ And toss your dirty shoes
In my washing machine heart ♪

♪ Baby, bang it up inside ♪

Hmm.

No time to write, huh? Liar.

♪ I know who you pretend I am ♪

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 wanna touch the sky... ♪

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

Yes, you.

♪ I need you all around ♪

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?

♪ Try and play this
off Try to call me so ♪

♪ Hard to think because
Girl, you're so lonely ♪

♪ Still out ♪

♪ Cold here ♪

♪ Face down No tears ♪

♪ Ah-ah-ah-ooh-ooh ♪

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.