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Is Joe your little assassin?

I was looking at my sister and
I realized I wanted her dead.

I love that about you.

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

How would you like to
become your sister?

One of you lives. One of you dies.
It's the same choice I'm giving to her.

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.

What did you do?

Maddie killed Reagan.

You have to have done something.

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

I am not supposed to
feel this way about you.

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

It doesn't matter.
You're married.

Maybe I want what's inside to come out.
To not just be seen, but to be devoured.

And, uh, at
home? Are you devoured?

I'm not.

In the classics,
affairs tend to get a bad rap.

Anna Karenina threw
herself under a train,

Madame Bovary swallowed
arsenic, the list goes on.

But you and I are writing a
different kind of love story.

One where every day we spend together
feels like a glorious eternity.

- Hold up.
- Hmm?

Why...

Why doesn't Ezra kiss her
after he kills her attacker?

His face is covered in blood.

Yeah. He's a vampire.

And she's not.

Do not kink shame me.

What?

He's terrified in that moment.

This is the first time he's
revealing his true self to her.

Yawn.

You're writing for the "he's a ten,
but he wants to kill you" crowd.

They don't want
reality.

They want to come
thinking about murder-sex

and then... feel
weird afterward.

- Hmm.
- No. That's gross. Nobody wants that.

That's gross?

Really?

Is this gross? Mmm.

Well... What are you doing?

Only you could make
me want to be messier.

But I'm terrified our eternity
will come crashing down

if I show you how much of my
protagonist is actually... me.

With Reagan no longer
in her way, Kate's...

Well, she'd flinch at my choice
of words, but she's killing it.

Jennifer, listen, uh, we promised
up to a quarter of our...

All thanks
to me, of course.

I'll never get
credit, that's okay.

Kate being so busy, means I get to
carry on my extramarital adventures,

which I'd prefer to sustain
while I figure out what's next.

I know. Cynthia, I was
the one who hired you.

The things that you scrubbed.

The things that I said I didn't want
to know about Joe three years ago,

I want to know now.

Make sure it's encrypted.

Sometimes ignorance is bliss,

and Kate will stay ignorant of reality
as long as Maddie plays her part.

Do you want one, Mommy?

Oh, sure.

I mean, no, that's too many carbs,
and don't ask me that again.

They're gonna find out.

What you did, thin-skinned cunt.

Here you go, Rae.

Come on. Honey, what is wrong?

What's wrong?

How about fucking everything!

You know, just because I
allowed you to come back home

doesn't mean that
everything is fine!

Hey, honey...

I'm so sorry about that.
Come here. That's okay.

Baby... Please
forgive me. I am so sorry.

I'm sorry...

...that you're both such
thin-skinned, little cunts!

It's shocking how good
I am at spinning these plates.

Most people would recoil.

But you're not most people.

You're in love with
my protagonist.

I can't stop thinking
about your notes.

When do I get to show your work the
same level of attention and care?

I haven't been writing
too much lately.

I've been a little
bit distracted.

Um...

Sorry.

Um... I'm gonna... help.

Are you hiding
something from me?

Revealing your most authentic self
makes you vulnerable to being hurt.

How can I get you to
show me more of you?

So, I guess I will see
you in the morning.

Uh, yeah, more... more like
11:00. I have some errands.

Stay right there, sit
back, relax. I've got it.

And what does that
mean?

You've spent so much
of your life caretaking,

I'm guessing one of your love
languages is being taken care of.

Uh, for Mr. Goldberg?

Yeah, fridge is
right back there. Please.

Mm-hmm.

I appreciate all the hours
you've been putting in.

- I saw you're out of the essentials.
- Joe Goldberg?

Are you calling me malnourished?

More stressed, I think.

Hey, uh, you can set up right
there, please. Thank you.

Money buys a lot,
especially discretion.

What?

Yeah, you've been pawing at
your neck for days. So, unwind.

Eat.

Maybe you'll feel there's
space to do some writing.

Thank you.

Can you, like,
unfuck my shoulders?

Acts of service, a love
language we're both fluent in.

Hey, wait! I, uh...
I didn't give you a tip.

Oh. Not to worry. Mr. Goldberg
has already taken care of it.

Well, thank you.

I am so sorry.

Oh, come here, come
here, come here.

You're okay.

Ugh.

I know,
I know it's not...

I know it's not
what I should care about,

but I just feel...

...like such a fool.

Yeah, no.

That is not what
you should be doing.

Putting this all on yourself.

You... you believed in love.
You believed in your marriage.

Why did I ever curse
myself with him?

What?

Well, now that you no
longer need to protect him,

are you finally gonna
tell me the truth?

Who did you marry?

I didn't know.

I told myself that we could just have
the "happily ever after"...

...and ignore the "before"
that was all behind him.

What was the "before"?

In London, he told me that he
had done some things in his past.

Things that I allowed myself to believe
that he'd done to protect himself,

the people that he loved.

What kind of "things"
are we talking here?

He hurt people. Worse.

Worse?

Recently, I've been looking
into everything he's done

and I've discovered things
that he hadn't told me.

Like the fact that he
cheated on his last wife

with a woman who has
since gone missing.

Who is this?

Her name is Marienne Bellamy.

She was a librarian
that worked with Joe.

Their affair began a few months

before Love Quinn
supposedly killed herself.

Supposedly?

I... I read that his ex went
crazy, that she tried to kill Joe.

That was his version and I
believed it. I helped sell it.

Bob...

That was him, wasn't it?

I knew it. I asked you.

Kate, you are not safe.

- I don't feel safe being here.
- No, we are... We are safe.

As long as he doesn't
know that we know.

Look, we have to act
normal, okay? We have to.

While I work out an exit strategy,
one that guarantees that I get Henry.

But you have got to go to the police.
He cannot get custody if he's in jail.

- It's not that simple.
- Why not?

Allow me to handle
this. I can do this.

Please, Teddy, trust
me. I know, I know.

I've been asleep, but I'm
not anymore. I promise you.

That's a great place to start...

You do look more relaxed.

And mission
accomplished. You wrote.

Guess all you needed was somebody
to make some space for you to work.

But more importantly, you're
sharing your first draft.

You trust me not to judge.

I can see why you were afraid
to share these with me.

It's more honest.

Lurid enough to make the most
die-hard reader of fairy smut blush.

She strained against the ropes.
He was in control and Ella knew it.

Your fantasy is revealing.

Whatever caretaker wound
you carry, you've owned it,

romanticized a loss of control.

His body
taut with desire.

His arms pressing her against the
desk as she gasped for breath.

No words for the hunger
raking through her body,

pressing herself
into his hardness.

As his teeth grazed her neck,
she heard herself gasp...

"Take me."

Could you really
want to be so possessed?

Would you give me
that kind of trust?

Look, if you hate it,
you can just tell me.

No, no, no. No, uh... No, actually,
I love it. I do. It's, uh...

Okay, uh, explain...
Explain "Uh..."

Well, I'm scandalized...
in the best possible way.

How have you read so many books
and you're still so vanilla?

I prefer old-fashioned.

Okay, look, I shouldn't have...

- No, Bronte. Bronte...
- Mm-hmm.

I want more of this side of you.

So be honest with me, is
this what you're into?

I don't know, maybe.

I mean, don't you wish life was
as fever-pitched as fiction?

I write plays because I want
to feel the words in my body.

Not in my brain.

Even if it's regressive, like this
"man dominating woman" sort of thing?

This is the problem,
and it's not just you.

It's everybody.

Like, I can't ask for what I want
without being second-guessed.

It's like, what is
the point of feminism

if I can't be trusted to know
my own sexuality? Mmm.

Mmm. Warmer.

- Hmm.
- Only six hours till closing?

Close it now.

Remember, it's about who's in control.

Don't get me wrong,

I'm not dumb enough to confuse your kink
with condoning the darkest parts of me,

but this feels like a bridge.

You want to give me
control. Total trust.

Something I don't think I've
ever had in a relationship.

Is that knot too tight?

Perfect.

- Sure you don't want a safe word?
- If I want you to stop, I'll say "stop."

Wow.

I could do anything
to you right now.

But that's the difference
between me and men like Clayton.

I'm here to serve you.

Mmm, come on, show me your
teeth.

You want me in control.

You're mine now.

Yes.

To be trusted
with this much of you.

Finally.

And I'm all yours.

You want it, take it.

Tell me you know you're mine.

I...

Um... Uh... Stop.

- Sorry.
- Oh, okay.

No, no, don't
apologize. Did I...

It's fine. It's, uh,
not a thing.

Oh, shit. No,
what did I do wrong?

Demand that you tell me I
own you. That was too far.

I'm good. Please, uh,

don't worry about me. I just...

I got... cold.

Um... Literally, not feet.

Um... Your phone.

Or was it just non-stop
fucking texts from Maddie?

I, um...

I have to go.

Okay. Um...

Here. No worries, okay?

You couldn't do it.

You walked right up to the edge
of giving me all your trust

and you pulled away.

Was I too much?

Did you see something
in me that scared you?

Maddie is a nuisance,

but you made it clear you need a
minute to process whatever that was.

We're adults. We'll
be okay. I hope.

Joe. It's
me. It's Maddie.

I'm aware. Come on.

We need to
accelerate the timeline.

What do you mean "timeline"?

Reagan's death or disappearance
or whatever.

Um, we need to do it tomorrow.

Kate keeps asking me questions about
why I... She... Her... resigned.

- This is your emergency?
- Mm-hmm.

No, we've been through this.

It's too close to Bob's death.

We have to wait a month or
it'll look suspect to everybody.

Most notably my wife.

I may not have
a soul left by then.

I keep being really horrible
to Harrison and to Gretchen.

It's like... I'm too
good at being Reagan.

Joe. I'm too undercover.

You don't get it.

Reagan...

She's haunting me.

And no amount of pills or
sage will make her go away.

And believe me, I have pills.

In one month, Reagan is
headed for the Philippines.

For some much-needed alone time
where she's gonna rent a boat

and she will become lost at sea.

How?

Normally, I wouldn't
get into the nitty-gritty,

but this needs to
sink in for her.

I have a friend in Manila. He's
gonna take care of everything.

Who? You don't have friends.

You need to focus. Look.

One more month... and we say
goodbye to Reagan. Forever.

Well, why is she
not haunting you?

Because I'm
glad she's dead.

Stop listening to the voice in your
head and start listening to me.

You've got this.

Okay? You're stronger than
her. You always have been.

Just one more month.

One more month.

As long as Maddie
doesn't crack, I'm safe.

And this too shall pass.

You once told me you hate getting flowers
because the gift is already dying,

but I need to give you something to
make light of our failed trust fall.

Bronte?

You never opened the
store. Are you still upset?

Joe, I'm sorry. I'm leaving
town. Thank you for everything. Bronte.

What the hell is this?

Oh, my God.

Did you just break up with me?

Bronte? Louise?

We're sorry.

The number you have
reached is not in service.

What happened to you?

And what the fuck
happened to us?

Where did you
go? Why did you go?

I know things got
a little weird.

But I... I couldn't have
scared you that much.

Unanswered calls. Unanswered texts.

Where the hell are you?

No stories. No new posts.

Why would you break
things off like this?

Is there someone else?

Is it Clayton? Is he the
one who's been calling you?

"If you love someone, let them go. If
they come back to you, they are yours."

You wouldn't have, would you?

No.

No. I'm jumping to conclusions.

Still, I need to be sure.

You said you left town.

Mild Abstraction Theater.

"The only theatre producing
truly original shit."

If Clayton's in the city, at
least I know you're not with him.

I've just got to create
a fake email account.

Got our hands on
your latest play.

Brilliant stuff. Would love to
meet. Are you around this weekend?

In your absence,

I'm forced to confront my real life.

But hard as I try,

I can't stop thinking about you.

- Thank you for clearing the table, Henry.
- I'm not Henry. I'm Zohar.

Oh, okay. Okay. I'm sorry. Of course. So,
can Zohar please go brush their teeth?

I love my son.

Which should mean
I love my family.

But with you gone, I
have to confront the fact

that not every member of
my family loves me back.

Kate, your tea.

You shouldn't have.

I don't think all the tea
in England could warm her heart.

Cold, passionless. Was
it always this bad?

Or is it just
starker by contrast?

How was your day?

Fine.

It's, um...

It's nice to have
you home for dinner.

Yeah, we haven't seen much
of each other recently.

I forgot how much work
it is. The bookstore.

I'm gonna...
go read to Henry.

All right,
scootch over, Zohar.

Whoa! What is this?

What the fuck?

Dad! Language!

Sorry, earmuffs.

Kate's hiding a
knife in our bed.

This can only be proof that
my wife does not trust me.

Really doesn't trust me. Is
this how bad it's gotten?

It's nothing. Mommy got
a gift for Uncle Teddy,

and she just wanted
to show me before bed.

Teddy's cool.

Yeah. Yeah, he
really, really is.

And she is scared of me. She
could have impaled my son.

Okay, so where were we?

That's right, The
Wedding of Mrs. Fox.

You wanna explain... why our son
found this under your pillow?

Tell me this isn't
because of me.

If that's so absurd, why would
you jump to that conclusion?

Three years...

of marriage.

What changed?

I wanted to protect our family.

I show you my writing,

and now you think I'm some
bloodthirsty psychopath?

Joe, fuck your writing!

Stop acting like a victim!

Kate... what changed?

You tell me what changed.

What did you do to Reagan?

Did you blackmail her?
Did you threaten her?

I know that you did something.

You are a liar, Joe.

I think that you
killed your first wife.

What the fuck? How could you... You
know what she tried to do to me!

And you're fucking
your shop girl!

Go ahead! Please, deny it.

I want to see the look in
your eye as you gaslight me,

so I have a reference
for the last three years.

There was a time when I
thought you understood me.

Oh, how could I when you
didn't tell me the whole truth?

I gave you my heart!

You took it right back
when you saw mine.

You have killed so many people.

So have you, Kate.

I forgave your past because
you could forgive mine.

But now you've twisted the story to
make me out to be the only villain.

And that's how we
end up with a son

finding a giant
fucking hunting knife

underneath his mother's pillow.

There. It's that.
That. Thank you.

I see all of you now. And I don't
think I'll ever be gaslit again.

You come one step closer... Remember,
our son is upstairs. Joe, I...

Come on. I want you to do it.

Stab me, if that's who
you think I really am.

I would have done
anything for you.

Anything.

And you took that. And you
used it. You benefited from it.

And then you rejected me for it.

And I know that deep
down, when we got married,

you knew all of this.

- You are not a victim either.
- Oh, my God.

I know.

Oh...

Which is why this
will all be amicable.

What?

The divorce.

No one has to get hurt, Joe.

Henry.

90% of the children in Henry's
class have divorced parents.

It's hardly a scandal. We
will do this the nice way.

Discreet for him.

I love him too, Joe. Don't
separate us if you don't have to.

Where are you going?

You don't feel safe with me here, so
I'm going to sleep at my fucking shop.

Better to be done with
that fucking sham of a marriage.

I should be going home to you.

Where are you, Bronte?

Oh, great. Clayton replied. Out of
town means you might be together.

But Clayton being away does
present another opportunity.

It's not hard finding someone
who wants to be discovered.

Got his address from his
pretentious found poetry website.

Of course, the fucker
lives on the fifth floor.

A more clichéd protagonist

would bemoan he's
getting too old for this.

Seeing you with
him makes me sick,

but there is no way of knowing
if these pictures are old or new.

Clayton has the biggest
ego in Brooklyn,

but is he stupid enough to
leave his password nearby?

"Working with Clay." Ugh.

Let's see what
Clay's been up to.

This is why you always
got to log out, bro.

Gas station, drugstore, coffee
shop, all in Atlantic Beach.

Did you run away with Clayton?

Or did he pressure you
into leaving with him?

A 631 number. Could it be?

Hello?

Hi.

Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

You sound scared.
What's going on?

Did you get my note?

Of course I did. Where are you?

I, um... I can't really talk right
now. I just...

Oh, I needed
to hear your voice.

Are you alone?

No.

Is Clayton there?

Has he done something to you?

Maybe I should go.

No, no, please,
please don't hang up.

I can come to you,
tell me where you are.

Please forget about me, Joe.

I think I just, I called...
to tell you, uh...

...not to worry
about me. That's it.

Fuck!

Does anything say
"definitely worry about me"

as much as saying
"don't worry about me"?

Laurel Diner.

Hi, uh...
What's your address?

Oh, we're at 202 North Road.

- Atlantic Beach?
- That's the one.

Thank you.

You must be with Clayton, used a
public phone, knew I'd call back.

Something is wrong.
You need my help.

Quaint
seaside town. Quiet.

Why did you lead
me here, Bronte?

Excuse me. Hey! Excuse
me. Uh, Sawyer, hi.

Have you, by chance,
seen this woman?

Who's asking?

He's so stoned he couldn't
pick himself out of a lineup.

I think I spoke with you last
night. I asked for the address.

Sick.
Guess I got it right.

I'm a concerned friend.

- She's been having trouble with an ex.
- The guy with the mullet?

Clayton. Shit, I knew it.

Yeah. Him? He was here too?

Yeah.

Not a local, but they
were having a fight.

He was, like, talking shit
about some guy she was seeing.

Not cool, dude.

It's not cool at all. You
have any idea where they went?

Yeah, I heard they were
headed to The Sandbox.

Sandbox is a... It's
a house on the beach.

It has a sign out front.
You can't miss it.

Okay, thank you.

Hey, you're that guy.

- Sick.
- Yeah.

Thank you, Sawyer.
You've been a big help!

I used to think Gen
Z would save us all.

Maybe Henry's generation
still has a shot.

No car parked out front.

Did he take you
to a new location?

Fuck.

Joe? Joe!

Are you awake?

Did you tase me?

Yeah. You scared
the shit out of me.

- What are you doing here?
- Clayton, is he...

Are you in trouble?

Oh, my God.

I am not yours to save, Joe.

All right, if we're going to
fight, can I fight from down here?

Because I'm...
I'm still tased.

I know you were with him.

With Clayton.

Yeah, I, um...

I had a moment of
weakness. I called him.

He showed up and I
remembered he's a human shit stain

and sent him packing.

Why did you run away? The sex?
'Cause if I did something wrong...

No, Joe, it's...

Yes and no?

It was too real.

I told you before.
I am not your trope.

And then there I
was, the other woman.

It is not easy pretending

that you're not married
to Kate fucking Lockwood.

I never wanted an
affair.

So my, uh,
my brain made a story.

A fun, little adventure.

Sleeping with Prince Charming.

Uh, but then you...

start treating me like an
actual princess.

Not a cliché fairy
tale damsel, but a...

...a beautiful, flawed heroine.

My own romance novel.

And fuck, I've never wanted
anything more.

You have so much power over me.

It's terrifying.

What if you weren't
the other woman?

I'm getting a divorce.

Bronte...

What if it was you?

And only you.

- Kate!
- Maddie!

- Thought you were my insulin delivery.
- What are you doing here?

Um, Reagan asked me to come
by. What are you doing here?

Well, she won't return my
calls, and I need to speak to her.

What is happening here?

Where's Harrison and Gretchen?

They're out.

- What's that smell? Something burning?
- Oh, it's just sage.

- Oh.
- Um, here.

What the fuck are you doing?

Just, you know,
cleansing.

Wow, you
reek of negativity.

Maddie, please. Have
you been staying here?

Uh...

Reagan is in a really bad way.
And we are working on things.

Okay. Well, I mean, if she
can forgive you for Harrison,

she'll surely speak to me.

No! She's really, really
busy.

She's going away to the
Philippines next month

for some much-needed
"me time." "Her" time!

And I think that if you gave
her some space until then,

when she gets back, she'll
be ready to forgive you.

Maddie, I... For fuck's sake, Maddie!

Either let me by or just tell
me why Reagan stepped down.

Do you know?

Maddie, did Joe have
something to do with this?

I'm just trying to help.

Um...

I'll tell Reagan you're here.

Jesus, fuck.

Maddie? Maddie?

Maddie, open the door, I
need to speak to Reagan.

Maddie?

Maddie, come on.

What the fuck do you want?

- Reagan?
- What?

Did you not get my text telling
you to leave me the fuck alone?

Wait, where is Maddie?

Oh, fuck.

Um...

We're both
in here! Obviously!

In the bathroom?

Doing what, exactly?

Uh...

It's a... It's a twin
thing, which is why...

Oh, my God.

...I forgave Maddie
for being a messy whorebag

and sleeping with my husband.

You, on the other
hand, can eat shit.

Reagan, come out
here and face me!

I need to know what Joe did
to get you to step down.

Joe didn't do anything to me.
It was my whorebag sister.

But you just said
you forgave me.

I forgave you for
sleeping with my husband,

not for the other thing.

I had to
do it. I had no choice!

You wanted to.

Why can't you just own it?

Well, why
can't you just admit

that you would have done
the exact same thing to me?

Reagan, stop!
Please, please stop!

Please leave me alone!

Maddie?

Okay, where is Reagan?

She's dead.

And
she's haunting me.

Because I killed her.

But it wasn't my fault.

Oh. We...

We were trapped in our cage.

In Joe's cage.

At the bookstore.

Maybe it was good.

Because it made me see
who Reagan really was.

I don't
deserve to go to jail. I don't.

Reagan abused me.

And it was Joe!

I mean, he is a lunatic.

But he made me realize

all of this trauma
that I endured.

Katie...
Katie, please. Please.

Teddy is on the board.

And Reagan is gone.

And things are better.

Oh, God. You feel it, right?

Things are better now.

Can't we all just pretend
like this never happened?

Please.

Well, if I'm
being honest...

I've known that Kate and I weren't
compatible for, uh, a while.

She finally came to
the same conclusion.

You don't seem upset
about your marriage.

Well, it's complicated.
It's a shock.

But then again, the
signs were there.

There's relief in honesty.

I'm most worried
about Henry. He's...

He's been
through so much already.

But two miserable parents do
not a happy childhood make.

It's a lot to put
on me.

Henry's happiness
is not your responsibility.

- You don't...
- No.

Your happiness.

I don't know why you
trust me with it.

Why do you trust me with yours?

♪ Now I really miss the way it was... ♪

You know what we have...

when we're together, or on the page,
or... or in our wildest dreams,

that could be real.

Oh!

Joe...

Thank you.
Can I have this dance?

Literally gave me no choice.

Now, if you don't trust me yet,
that's... that's normal, I think.

We were moving fast.

But when you read my writing,

you're in my head in a
way that's more honest

than most people
could ever understand.

I thought up until
our... roleplaying...

you liked what you saw.

Hmm, you wanted to be consumed.

I do.

I want to feel in control
of my lack of control.

Bronte. Louise.

You hold all the power.

I think you're scared of how
powerful you could become.

Of who we could be together.

Tell me you love me.

And that's it. I'm yours.

I will lift you up and
put you where you belong.

In the center of the universe.

I would rather the
fire consume us both

than watch you waste
another second of your life

getting less than you deserve.

I feel like if you knew the real
me you wouldn't be saying that.

Then prove me wrong.

Show me more of you.

Anticipation is the
sweetest form of torture.

♪ Fiction ♪

♪ When we're not together ♪

♪ Mistaken for a vision... ♪

Tell me what you want.

♪ I wake up alone ♪

♪ With only daylight
between us ♪

♪ You're more than
I can believe ♪

♪ Fiction ♪

♪ When we're not together ♪

Say you'd do anything for me.

I would burn the
world down for you.

♪ Come real life ♪

Fucking take me already.

♪ And if I just mind ♪

♪ And wake up alone ♪

Now tell me you
know I'm in control.

You're in control.

It's a lie,
the game we play.

We're both in control.

Finally, fully trusted,
giving, taking.

No you, no me.

Only us.

♪ Something of my own creation ♪

♪ An uncertain haze ♪

So... Maddie is Reagan.

Reagan is dead because Joe
forced Maddie to kill her.

Kate... What the fuck?

Where is Maddie now?

At Reagan's being Reagan.

Is she okay?

Not really.

But I told her to act normal
to maintain the status quo,

until I can contain this.

And I've got her to share her location,
so she doesn't flee the country.

What do you mean,
"contain this"?

Don't tell me that you are still refusing
to speak to the authorities about this.

I told you, I can't.

Our sister is dead
because of him!

And you want to do this quietly?

Because you're
worried about what?

Your image?

No, not my fucking image!

I asked Joe to kill Bob,
to protect our family,

so I can't give him up because
he could bring me down with him.

And it's not just Bob.

He killed a politician
in London, Rhys Montrose,

and I stood by while he framed a
girl who is now sitting in prison.

I unleashed a monster and
I built a moat around him.

He's untouchable.

I was so determined not to become
Daddy that I married him instead.

Oh, Kate...

I don't even know who
you are right now.

I'm your sister.

Please, I cannot lose you too.

Well, you should have thought about that
before you dragged me into this mess.

It is going to look like...
like I got a board seat

because you had Bob killed.

Or because I...
I had Bob killed!

No, no, no, I would never
let anyone think that.

Wow. How nice it
must be to have the privilege

to think you can control that.

Kate, you will be fine no matter
what happens. Me?

I am the Black guy from Harlem
who is profiting off of a murder.

If all I lose is my board seat, that
would be the best-case scenario.

Albie was right. I never
should've got involved

- with you and this family.
- Teddy. I can contain this. Okay?

I told you, but no one
else needs to know.

You can't guarantee that

because you don't know
what Maddie's going to do.

You don't know what
Joe is going to do.

I understand this is something
that you probably didn't learn

growing up on Daddy's knee,

but complicity has consequences.

I care about you, Kate. I... I
care about your safety. I do.

But maybe you should
lose everything.

Gotta hand
it to you, Bronte.

Kink was not my thing until now.

Best sex of my life, but more importantly,
a deeper level of trust between us.

You asked if I'd do anything for
you, I think you knew the answer,

and when I offered to give
you the world at any cost,

you gave me a
full-throated "yes."

What the...

- ...you're as stupid as she was.
- Fuck you.

Don't talk about my dad
like that. You stay there and shut up.

- What are you gonna...
- I said...

How the fuck did your
shitbag ex get in here?

Hey, hey!

- Hey!
- Oh, my God.

Get the fuck off of me, man!

Stop it, Clayton! Get
the fuck out of here!

Oh, my God!

What the fuck is this?

B, are you okay?

Fuck! No!

Oh, my God! Oh, my
God! Oh, my God!

We're
live, motherfucker.

There's no pulse! Call 911!

- Shit's insane!
- Wait. I recognize her.

Blood!

Our friend, Clayton, he's dead and
Joe Goldberg fucking killed him!

The world needs to see this
before TikTok takes it down.

There's so much
blood. What the fuck did you do to him?

Bronte, we need to
leave right now.

We fucking got him, Louise.

Got me?

What the fuck is going on?

Did you set me up?

Did you catfish me?