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Previously on The
Better Sister...

The charge against the defendant Ethan
Macintosh is murder in the second degree.

The defendant is hereby
remanded without bail.

When do we get to see him?

-Ethan's legal guardian can go anytime.
-So, I don't see him.

The optics
of your situation

are starting to worry the board.

Aren't you the board?

You and Adam Macintosh were working
together with a client, the Gentry Group?

-That's correct.
-Maybe Jake Rodriguez

really was jealous.

Single guy, spends a lot
of time with an attractive couple,

it's a tricky triangle.
But enough to kill him?

She seems to have bought it.

The benefit of a grieving
widow's distraction.

She's not right in the head.

Even when she was a baby.

I got to
level with you here.

From the outside,
you look perfect.

But every family's got secrets.

It isn't mine.

You may want
to keep this stuff

-in the past...
-Remember how I showed you?

...but whatever's
happened between you two,

it's very clear you
both love that boy.

You want him home?

Tell me everything.

I'd like to get
my lawnmower back.

Not too shabby.

The turnout.

I mean, not great,
but not terrible.

Well, you were a mildly popular guy.

Look at your mother.

Just miserable having
to talk to people.

Well, this
blouse you're wearing

might cheer her up.

She never let me have enough
fun. It's my turn now.

Nicky isn't here yet.

She never showed up for shit,

why would this be any different?

True to herself,
I will say that.

If you'll excuse me, I got to circulate.
Man of the hour, you understand.

This asshole.

Mom?

Can you hold this?

Aye.

♪ Ah-hoo ♪♪

-Morning.
-Oh. Hey.

Wow, this is, uh,
ambitious for this hour.

Well, I couldn't sleep.

Here.

Oh, thanks.

Now, I know it says
we're supposed to wait

for this to "completely
cool," but come on,

we got to enjoy some while
it's still warm, right?

No, no. I'm-I'm not hungry.

S-Smells good.

I had this really weird dream
about Mom and Dad last night.

-Oh, yeah?
-Yeah.

We were at Dad's funeral,
but he was there, he was...

cracking jokes and
working the room.

His Vietnam buddies
were there, you know,

hanging on every word,
like they always did.

-Mm-hmm.
-And Mom was there,

hammering nails into the casket.

Making
sure he stayed put.

Yeah.

Do you remember
when I got my period

and Mom immediately
put locks on our doors?

She was so weird about bleeding.

So uptight.

Mm.

-Oh, my God.
-What?

"Sister
wife, double life."

-At least it's a good photo of us.
-This is everywhere.

Who gives a shit? At least
it's not about Ethan.

Yes, it is because we
all look fucking crazy.

Well...

Oh, great. Now Catherine
wants me to come to her house.

Well, I thought that faux
funeral thing was tonight.

Oh, no.

No, God, she's gonna cancel that.
But I-I have to handle this.

Hey, am I missing something?

People know where
Ethan came from.

Yeah. Adam's ex.

We just never went
into specifics.

We just really wanted
to have a fresh start.

Not all of us had that luxury.

Well, go. I got to get
ready to visit Ethan anyway.

Please don't tell him
about the article.

-Okay?
-I'm pretty sure he's onto us.

Look at all this color.

I've put some effort over the years into
cultivating an honest channel between us.

Wanted you to know
you could count on me,

confide in me...

-I do.
-But you didn't.

For someone who's been dragged
through as much shit as I have,

humiliated, every part of my life exposed,
you didn't think you were safe with me?

Plenty of ugly shit we
knew about each other.

The board can't keep
delaying the meeting.

I'll do what I can to
represent your interests.

I could use some time.

To go back to the city
and pack up some things.

I have to make home base
out here, closer to Ethan.

Yes, well, that's probably wise.

The article, whatever it is
you want to say publicly,

whatever you want to write,
we need to know. Soon.

-You'll have it by the end of the day.
-Can you do this?

I can. Yes.

-Hello, sweetheart.
-Hey, Mom.

Oh. Gorgeous.

Chloe.

You poor thing.

-May I hug you?
-Of course.

Hi, Janie. How are you?

Who cares?

How are you?

I just...

I cannot imagine.

-Yeah.
-I'm so looking forward

to tonight, I mean,
we must gather.

I didn't think we were
doing that tonight...

Yeah, Mom and I've
been arranging flowers.

It's important you be here
among people who knew you both.

Just to honor Adam.

And at a minimum, to
get some food into you.

We'll see how the day ends up.

The day will end up here.

Yes, this is Chloe Taylor.

My husband Adam Macintosh's body is being
held as a part of a murder investigation,

but the autopsy is complete.

The police are done.

Today.

I want him cremated today.

We've waited long
enough. Thank you.

♪ Why do we ♪

♪ Crucify ourselves ♪

♪ every day? ♪

♪ I crucify myself ♪

♪ Nothing I do is
good enough for you ♪

♪ I crucify myself ♪

♪ every day? ♪

♪ I crucify myself ♪

♪ And my heart is
sick of being...

Go to bed.

You hear me?

Go to bed!

I'm almost finished.

♪ Got a kick for a dog ♪

♪ Begging for love ♪

♪ I got to have my suffering...

I like that one.

Looks like my Uncle Jeff.

He had a hook arm.

He lost it in a conveyor belt.

♪ Nothing I do is
good enough for you ♪

♪ I crucify myself ♪

♪ every day ♪

♪ I crucify myself...

There were
these mornings,

after whiskey hot chocolates,

that my dad would make my sister
and me go on these long drives.

He would swerve the station wagon in
"S" formations out on the highway.

It was such a fun game.

And
always made me queasy.

Scared the shit
out of my sister.

But I liked having the
whiskey in my belly,

I liked that feeling.

Even if it made me sick.

And I really liked
having a secret.

He made sure of that.

Um...

It was something we shared,

me and him and...

Until we didn't.

Until he couldn't stand
the fucking sight of me.

So maybe I am the part of
my sister that she denies.

The slutty side, the...

"eats 25-cent White Castle hamburgers
with Mom for breakfast" side of her,

you know, that she just buried,

I mean, she buried
it along with...

...along
with any evidence of me.

God, I feel so pathetic to be this old,
this old crying about my baby sister.

But maybe it's not so
good that I came here.

-Hi.
-Hi.

I assume you read it?

Yeah, okay.

So you probably have some questions.
I also still have questions.

But I would really like to just say a
few things, if that's okay with you.

-Uh-huh.
-Okay.

My sister has
always had it rough.

Ever since she was a teenager, it
was, uh, booze and drugs and...

anything and everything
she could get her hands on.

I mean, s-she had the
curse. She had it.

And I... I didn't. I, um,
I was spared, somehow.

Clearly, I am perfect
in almost every way.

But my mom just prayed that
being a mother would...

...calm my sister down.

Some magical thinking?

I remember looking at
Ethan and thinking...

"If a baby could,
this one might."

He was perfect.

And the day he almost
drowned was unimaginable,

but from that moment on, I focused
myself on what is best for Ethan.

Like a mantra, "What
is best for Ethan?"

And then when Adam and I...

...started to fall in love, we knew
we had to make some big choices.

And I was given something so beautiful
that I just wanted to protect it.

So we buried her.

And now, it...

Now sharks want blood.

Yeah.

And anything else
that could possibly...

-Oh, yeah.
-You know?

Uh, um... Of course.

I get it.

So, I'm... gonna
see you tonight?

At the wake?

-Yeah.
-Yeah, I wouldn't miss it.

There as acquaintances.

Thank you.

-How's Ethan?
-I don't know.

Nicky's seeing him today.

But Michelle Sanders is
working on getting me in.

Well, don't worry,
Michelle's good.

I bet you she already has
six ways to use that article.

Look, you use whatever you
need to get Ethan home.

And then you take it from there.

I'm gonna go for a swim.

-Good. I'll see you around.
-I'll see you.

Nothing wrong with White Castle.

Is that all you took
from my rambling?

I hope.

I think your dad and mine
would've got along just fine.

It's nice here.

Yeah.

Can I offer some insight, as
far as holding on to secrets?

Slow poison.

-But secrets are like multivitamins to me.
-Mm-hmm.

What do you do with
all your anger?

What anger?

Mm. Mm-hmm.

My experience, for
what it's worth:

Tell your sister what
happened, your end.

Take care of your
side of the street.

I don't think she's
ready for that drive.

-She might surprise you.
-Sure.

Crazier things.

All right, Molly, don't
be afraid of the ball, okay?

You just got to block it. Just
use your body, move around.

I don't care if you catch it.

-Yes, Coach.
-"Yes, Coach."

That's right, that's what I like
to hear. Yes, ma'am. Yes, ma'am.

Oh, I'll be damned.

Okay, here it comes.

Yes! So good!

Hey.

Nice to see your face.

-Thank you, I feel very weird without it.
-Well, it must be important.

Come out here with your
dress shoes in the dirt.

Chloe Taylor pulled the trigger
on cremating her husband.

It's her right.

All right, girls, y'all
take a water break.

Profile's rising on this case, Nan.
You see that article this morning?

More salacious gossip, I hope.

Forget that "women are
essential" bullshit,

it's the girls that matter. I'm
getting them when they're young.

Before they become
wretched bitches.

Your contribution
to the community.

Thanks so much.

You ever been hit by a 50-mile-an-hour
fastball in the mons pubis, Bowen?

-Nan. Come on.
-It's no picnic, Bowen.

Yet they don't make protective
cups for us. No, sir.

Went to the morgue to try to stop the
transfer of body, it was too late.

-Reason for doing that?
-Just wanted to see the deceased.

-Following a feeling I had.
-All right, first of all,

glad you're obsessed,
that's healthy.

Second, get off the Internet.

Stop reading about these idiots.

Our profile isn't rising.

-Unless we fuck up.
-So don't fuck up.

I thought it might be
time to deliver the ring.

I can't hold on
to it much longer.

Okay.

Pay the sisters a visit. Ask
the widow about the cremation.

And give the other mother
her arts and crafts kit back.

-Okay, mons pubis.
-Yeah, you laugh.

It's a real thing.

Hey, those shoes are gonna
look great on the local news.

Like in the movies.

Who did this to you?

It's okay. It's fine.

It is not fucking fine.

Uh, okay, um...

Did you sleep at all?

How's the food?

-About how you'd expect.
-So, dog shit?

You know, Chloe
would've been here,

I mean, you know, it's
just... It's complicated.

Michelle said Mom...

Chloe can, um, appeal
the rule, which is good.

They sent me a
caseworker, a therapist.

Great.

Hey, that's good, right?

Well, you've been to
therapy before, haven't you?

Couple of family
sessions, but then...

Well, it's good.

It's good.

To have someone
to talk to, okay?

And it can be
intimidating at first.

Um, but...

Oof.

If I'd started when
I was your age,

you know, maybe...

You don't want to hold on
to secrets and stuff, okay?

It'll kill you.

It'll eat you up.

Okay? So, the most important
thing is you just show up,

get your ass in that chair.

Okay.

Hey, um, do you mind not...

would you not tell...?

Hey...

I'm not gonna tell her.

It's a learning curve.

But, uh, it won't happen
again. I-I know what to do now.

Are you... coming
back every Tuesday?

I will be here.

As much as they let
me, I will come.

Okay.

Oh, fuck off.

-Hey.
-Holding up okay?

-Yeah, I'm okay. Thanks.
-Good. - Chloe!

Chloe! Chloe!

Get the fuck...

Hey, get your hands off... Hey.

Get the fuck out of here.

You're a motherfucking animal.

Hey, uh...

I'm sorry about outside.

Oh, it's okay, you know.

Thank you. Um...

-They're scary, those people.
-Yeah.

Asshole was lingering around
the lobby all morning,

but y-you don't need to
see things like that.

So I apologize.

No.

Not today.

God bless you. Uh...

Oh, I-I got your keys here.

-Yeah.
-Thanks.

Much as I hated this thing,
you can't beat the view.

Remember that first
spot we had on Eighth?

Above the
cobbler/locksmith/barbershop?

Yeah, that
place was a front.

Yeah, I never
did get a haircut there.

Kitchen sink you could wash a goat in.

Bedroom inexplicably had four
doors. I miss that place.

Oh, my God, the
four doors.

You look thin.

Do I?

You love when I say that.

Yeah, I do.

I haven't had much
of an appetite.

They take their pound of
flesh, you serve it up.

Yeah, it's part of it.

Of course.

The bottomless pit requires
constant offerings,

and you give freely.

There's good in what I do.

What I give. What we give.

Not sure what good I was giving.

You think you would've been happy if
you'd have stayed at the D.A.'s office,

eating your wilted salad
from the diner over your desk

and making ten
times less than me?

Clearly, you've done the math.

No, I wouldn't have been,
but being of service

rather than enabling
morally bankrupt scumbags?

Yeah, well, when you put
it like that...

A kept man or an empty one,
I wouldn't have been happy.

I had to get out.

We both did.

Look at these assholes.

-Jesus Christ.
-Make sure they get your good side.

They're both my good side.

You'd think they'd
have got enough.

You'll miss
it when it stops.

Hello?

So,

this article...

I'm working on a response.

What Ethan needs is
for you to keep quiet.

It's only gonna make it worse.

Well, for the moment, it's
put us in a good spot.

The court won't want to be a part of
this circus any longer than it has to.

Now, I'm waiting
for an exact date,

-but it's likely the trial gets moved up.
-Up to when?

I don't know, could be
as soon as a few weeks.

Does that mean Ethan
could come home?

As long as we all do our jobs,
so sit tight and lay low.

I'll text you when I hear.

Oh, my God.

Chloe! Chloe!

Chloe!

Hi, um, I'm Chloe Taylor. I live here.

Yeah, I recognize you.

Go ahead.

♪ I don't, I don't...

Hi.

What-What's the, what's
the tomato smell in here?

I made gazpacho. It's
chilling in the fridge.

Okay, how is Ethan?

♪ Does anyone...

He was good. Yeah.

Same as yesterday but okay.

Okay.

Um, Michelle Sanders called

and said that the court may
want to move his date up

because they don't want to
be in the midst of all this.

-Amazing.
-It is, yes.

Also, um, Catherine has insisted
on our presence at hers tonight

-for the wake.
-Uh, Chloe...

I know. We can't get out of it, so let's
just, uh, pick something from my closet.

You can wear whatever you want.

I have a dress.

Something black.
Not too much skin.

Well, it's a good thing
I made the gazpacho.

We can bring it
as a hostess gift.

Oh, please don't.

Okay, so...

Who's gonna be at this thing?

Catherine said only people who knew
Adam, so a dozen max, I'd guess.

What?

Nothing.

You look very... widow chic.

Thanks.

Is this appropriate enough?

Yes. You look f...
You look really nice.

I've been wanting to get my hands
on this hair since I got here.

It's so neat.

Well, I don't wake up like this.

No shit.

Listen...

Ethan is gonna start his therapy
with a caseworker this week.

He seemed a little nervous.

Well, you know, I guess, uh,

the best shrink a
correctional facility can buy.

Have you been to therapy?

Sure, along the way.

I do that, um, Emotional
Freedom Technique.

You know that tapping thing?

And how's that going for you?

Shut up.

Oh.

What about Ethan?

Yeah, he went a couple times, a
family counseling session, but...

you know, just decided
he didn't-didn't need it.

Hmm. I just...

I would have
thought, you know...

he'd been, seeing as...

-he's been through some shit.
-Yeah, when he was a kid.

Okay, I'm just relaying
what Ethan told me, and...

...you know, therapy doesn't make
you a weak person or whatever Adam...

-Hmm... okay.
-...thought of it, which is...

Thank you. Thank you for
those wise words.

You can stop right there.

Just, it takes a lot of
work to own your shit.

It's a... it's a process,
you know, and it's taken me

a long time, uh, to really...

Yeah, you know, it's
always just, uh,

recovery porn with you people.

Isn't it? It's, uh...

my past and my, my problems
are so interesting?

I was there.

You don't remember everything.

Our childhood was not that bad.

You were just little
for the worst of Dad.

Your life

is shitty because it is
built on the bad decisions

that you have made, not Dad.

It's possible you don't know.

What?

What could I possibly not know?

He was an alcoholic,
he got clean.

You never wondered why then?

Why'd he get clean then, Chlo?

I don't know, maybe he was trying
to, um, get his life together?

What father are you remembering?

Mom made him.

He got into bed with me, Chlo.

What are
you talking about?

He fell off the wagon,

and Mom didn't know,

but I did.

And he stumbled upstairs

drunker than usual one night.

And I was sleeping.

He came in, he
thought I was Mom.

And he…

-he tried to put his dick in me, Chlo.
-Jesus Christ.

Nicky, don't talk
about him like that.

It took me screaming
and punching him

for him to realize who I was.

And then he begged me...

...not to tell Mom.

But I walked right
down that hall,

and it's the wisest
decision I ever made.

And Mom gave him an ultimatum.

And that's why she put
locks on the doors, Chloe.

That was why.

Now?

You're gonna bring this up now?

As if we don't have
enough shit to deal with.

He d... No, no,
he didn't think...

H-He didn't do that.

He-he-he would never
have done that.

He would never have done that.

He didn't know it was you.

It was an accident.

It was an accident.

Get the door.

Detective Bowen.

I almost didn't recognize you.

Ms. Taylor.

Ms. Macintosh.

I believe this belongs to you.

Yeah.

Better all be here.

Oh, uh, and this.

Coroner's office sent this over.

We won't need it any longer
for the investigation.

Figured you'd want it
back as soon as possible.

Thank you.

They said, uh, you were anxious
to get the cremation done?

Called a number of times?

Yes, it was time.

We deal with the dead
quickly in my culture, too.

Is that all?

-Condolences...
-Good day.

His fucking culture.

All right.

You had him cremated?

It was what he wanted.

Come on, let's go.

We're gonna be late.

Hello.

Catherine, this is
my sister Nicky.

Hi, uh...

Thank you for this to-do.

It's my pleasure.

It's good to meet you.

I'm sorry for everything
you're going through.

Gazpacho.

You don't have to heat it.

Well...

That looks great.

So do you.

Come on in.

Uh, you know what, just,
sorry, right off the bat,

I-I got to use the
little ladies' room.

Powder room behind you.

Okay.

Oh.

Thank you.

What is Sid Evans doing here?

He's a reporter.

Mm, he wanted
to come show his support.

Completely off the record.

He gave me his word.

You know he's always
had a thing for you.

Catherine, this is,
this is just too much.

Chloe?

The board has decided
you're going to be taking

a temporary leave of
absence from The Real Thing.

What?

I tried pushing back,
but I was overruled.

There won't be an official
announcement or press release,

just...

a couple of issues
featuring guest editors

until you can...

manage your
responsibilities again.

This is for the best.

Think how hard it was
today to get anything done.

Catherine, I am completely

capable of doing my job.

The decision has been made.

Now it's what you do with it.

Come.

They'll be wondering
where we are.

Well, thank you
very much for that.

And, um, appreciate
you being here.

Would you excuse me, please?

Sorry, excuse me.

Chloe, oh, my God.

I am so sorry.

Oh, thank you so much, Afshin.

Adam and I were supposed
to play tennis today.

The alert just popped
up on my calendar.

Oh, wow, well,

-reminders everywhere.
-Mm.

He really did enjoy
beating you every week.

Not every week.

-Excuse me, please.
-Sure.

Oh, hello, my dear.

Hello.

Hi.

Nicky.

I'm Janie.

Catherine's daughter.

Okay.

-I'm s...
-Oh.

I'm just so sorry...

for everything that
you've been through.

May I offer you a martini?

Yeah, thank you.

Vodka or gin?

These are gin.

Which do you prefer?

I like both.

But not together.

Don't go anywhere.

Do you like the threads?

Oh, I do.

I wore navy tonight in
homage to your husband.

You know better than I, the man

wore a simple blue suit
better than anyone else.

Mmm.

Yes, please.

Thank you...

Nate.

Nate. Nicky.

See you, Nicky.

Wow.

Some vibes there, huh?

Well, wakes
make people horny.

Ah, indeed.

Tried to get
Adam to go to my tailor.

He never would.

And where's your husband tonight?

His face.

It hasn't healed
from the laser peel.

It's bad.

We're suing.

He sends his love, of course.

Oh, thank you.

This is beautiful.

-I made it, actually.
-No.

Yeah.

Made this, too.

I made both of these,
actually, yeah.

Aw, I love it.

Are these available?

Uh...

I actually had

my biggest sales day ever
on my Etsy page today.

Oh.

-Mm.
-Got to…

-Cheers.
-...capitalize while I can, I guess.

Excuse me, Bill, I'm so sorry.

I need to check on my sister.

-Yeah, yeah. Yes, of course.
-I'll be right back.

Sorry for your loss.

Hi.

-You okay?
-I'm fine.

Okay.

Now get the fuck away from me.

Okay?

So what'd
they say? Any update?

Gentry assured me they're quite
pleased with our services.

Re-upped their
retainer, in fact.

Three new stadiums
in the Middle East.

They're gonna need
a lot of hands.

There you are. Come,
let's get this done.

Thank you all for being here.

A small toast to Adam.

Well, yes, thank you all.

I do feel really fortunate...

for your love and
support during this.

The last few days have been...

...terrible and
confusing for our family.

How I wish I had Adam to
help me make sense of it all.

He was a...

...complicated man.

And I miss him terribly.

Would that he were here right now
trying to make us leave the party early.

Cheers.

Time to change 'em out.

My best friend.

-Nicky.
-Mm-hmm?

Michelle Sanders
texted. They have set a trial date.

We should go.

Oh, really? Oh, does
it start tonight?

Because they have tiny
tiramisu at this party.

What are you doing?

-Nicky, let's go home, please.
-You brought me here.

Now I'm staying.

We're celebrating Adam
and the great life he led.

With the people that...

knew him so well.

-Right?
-Right.

Can I bum one?

You doing okay?

No.

To be honest, I can't
believe you're here.

You either.

Anything I say is gonna sound
stupid, which is why I'm out here.

I'm sad for you all.

You know, I'm not hiding
my sister for my sake.

It's for him.

-For Adam?
-Ethan.

Ah.

It's that shit she
put him through.

You want to talk about
it off the record?

Or on.

Howdy.

Howdy.

That was a pretty fun wake.

Nothing.

Hey. You
sure you're good?

♪ It felt good...

What's the matter?

Come on.

Na, na, na, na ♪

Yeah! ♪ Na-na ♪

♪ Na, na... ♪

♪ La,
la, la-la-la, la, la ♪

♪ La, la, la, la-la-la-la ♪♪

♪ Somewhere ♪

♪ back in time ♪

♪ I left a part of me, I
wanna see if you can try ♪

♪ to bring it back to me ♪

♪ You gotta go ♪

♪ where I cry ♪

♪ And take in all the tears,
I wanna see if you can try ♪

♪ Drink a little bit of me ♪

Jesus, Adam.

♪ No ♪

♪ No ♪

♪ Just a little lonely ♪

♪ where I am ♪

♪ Take me back in time, I
wanna see if you can smile ♪

♪ If I become a better man ♪

♪ I need you ♪

♪ Now I know ♪

It's her.

♪ No ♪

♪ No ♪

♪ No ♪

♪ No ♪

♪ No ♪♪