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Previously on The Better Sister...

Would you mind reading this for me?

"Off him? I'd do it."

Ethan is in real trouble now.

I need to introduce the possibility of another suspect.

Get into his office files

and ping me if you find something.

You were in every one of those Gentry Group meetings.

You think that you could take the stand for us?

It's attorney-client privilege.

- Even though he was murdered? - Doesn't matter.

- Anything I can do? - Weed treatment for Gentry. Full spray.

Stop!

Hey, hey, whoa, whoa.

Whoa. Nan. Come on.

Anyone else

gets hit, pushes back gets a nod.

I'm gonna make an appointment for you for a psych eval.

When they took my son away,

I thought they were saving him from me.

- But I was wrong. - Is there anybody

who did know Adam was abusing you?

Jake Rodriguez.

We became more than friends.

Did you kill

Adam Macintosh?

I refuse to answer

on the grounds that it may incriminate me.

The jury finds Ethan Macintosh

not guilty.

Why did you take that stuff?

I was protecting you

'cause I thought you did it.

You knew. It was always on the calendar.

It was supposed to just be the morning.

Now it's a reception, a dinner...

Well, we had to add meetings after with the congressional sponsors.

For what?

To create content.

Ms. Smith Goes to Washington for Instagram.

God, you're a prick.

And you're relentless. You're piling on

one bullshit event after another.

You don't care how miserable I am

- as long as-- - I know, it's so hard

- for you to stand up for me. - You don't give a fuck

what's on my mind, what I'm carrying!

Yeah, it's tough being you. Tell me more about your plight.

I'm talking to you.

You're talking at me.

- Let go. - Don't be a child.

Chloe, calm down.

Get the fuck off me!

Just stop!

Now will you fucking listen to me?

No.

You're hurting me.

There, you happy?

You fucking animal.

Get the fuck off.

If you touch me again,

I will fucking kill you!

Do you hear me?

I will fucking kill you!

Yeah.

That explains why you thought I murdered him.

Yeah.

I was really angry.

You deserved to be.

But I did not do that.

Then who did, Mom?

I don't know.

Just chop the head off.

- All right. - You are good at that.

Chloe knows her way around a gutting knife.

Gutting knives are for game.

Oh, see, she once stabbed a giant rabbit.

Ugh. Really?

Oh, well, don't take that...

- Oh. - Oh. I saved, saved.

That was a merciful thing to do. That rabbit was dying.

Okay, now you sound like Hank.

Dad used to take us camping at this awful Wallace Lake...

I liked it there.

...and they would fish, and then they would have to bend the necks

to drain the blood after they hooked them.

- I'm losing my appetite. - I'm just saying,

you are more outdoorsy than you let on.

I loved the ghost stories and the rituals.

"As I lay me down to sleep" is not a ghost story, it's a prayer.

Yes. "Now I lay me down to sleep..."

"I pray the Lord my soul to keep,

and if I die before I wake,

I pray the Lord my soul to take."

- That's pretty good, huh? - Yeah.

Remember, your soul had a shape?

It was oval.

Yeah, and it was opaque.

- Yeah. - I can't believe you remember that.

It's based on Psalm 8.

"In peace, I will lay down and sleep,

for you alone, Lord, make me dwell in safety."

Nicky changed the prayer

when we were camping to

"I'll wait for you at Wallace Lake."

Shadow Lake.

- No, Wallace. - No, I changed it

to Shadow Lake because that's where I went with my friends to shotgun beer.

Okay.

It's... it's nice to hear you guys

talk about growing up together,

even if you can't, you know,

agree on the name of the shadowy Wallace Lake.

No, I have to admit, I think she's right about this one.

What?

Mark the date.

Let's make a plaque to commemorate.

It hurts me to say it. She's right.

This is how it's supposed to be, just the three of us.

I got to head into the city today.

I was wondering if maybe you wanted to come with

- and get some clothes? - Oh.

Um, we...

we told school that, uh, we're just gonna be

- taking a little break until... - Yeah.

...we can figure everything out.

Yeah, that-that makes sense.

I just got to run out really quickly and then we can go.

Ooh, yum.

- Yeah, take this. - Thanks. Oh, yeah.

Mmm, it's so good.

Came out of nowhere, the widow's love affair.

We ran DNA on Rodriguez's coffee cup.

- Nothing on the crime scene. - And he had an alibi.

How did you miss the text messages between them?

I fucked up.

Hmm.

Yeah, come in.

Lieutenant, there's a reporter from CBS News on the phone.

- Yeah, tell them no. - Okay.

Oh, and Officer Han?

I, uh, I apologize

if my comments about your hair made you feel uncomfortable.

We're, uh, we're learning every day over here.

Thank you, sir.

So, instead of being out on my boat, celebrating a win,

I'm kissing brass ass every day and night.

We don't bring a collar in on this one,

we are all fucked.

Okay, we can recheck the alibis.

Phone records, see what we missed. Yeah, we're not gonna let you down.

- Fuck the phone records. Bring me scalps. - You got it, sir.

Yeah, I-I don't think we can say that about the scalps thing.

- Yeah, yeah. Hit the trail, kemosabe. - All right.

Oof.

- Hey, Nan. - Yeah?

I know you have this, uh, "Little League Commission" thing, you know.

Oh, the psych eval.

Yeah. Well, me failing at euphemisms.

Listen, knock that out of the park, will you?

After that, 24-7 on this.

You got it, boss. Thank you.

He misses the mustache, too.

I agreed to be on the witness list.

Why didn't you just warn me that that was coming?

Was I obligated to do so?

Well, no, but I thought since we're friends...

Since we're friends, yeah.

Like you were obligated to tell me

that you were in love with the defendant's mother?

Come on.

- You never would've taken the case. - Well...

- You wouldn't have. - No.

Y'all meant for each other. You're all a bunch of liars.

But you're not dark like they are,

those fucked-up white people.

- No. - Oh, my God.

You know, maybe just

distance yourself from that family.

Yeah, I know. I got to get back on track, huh?

Yeah, back on track.

And this sleeping around with other people's wives...

Please,

- no lectures. - I'm just saying,

I thought you would have learned the last time.

Did we?

Hi.

Chloe.

Well, look what the tide dragged in.

- I tried the front door, but... - I got to go.

I got a date with a prosecutor so I can gloat.

You need me, I'm here.

I've been thinking about Ethan.

Give him a hug for me.

Will do.

If this isn't a good time, I can...

Uh...

It's the Braddock HR department.

They want to put me on leave until further notice.

Thank you for what you did in court.

I did it for Ethan, not you.

Sorry I wasn't able to tell you our strategy,

I just thought it would unravel the whole thing.

You don't really care about me at all, do you?

Stop it, that's not true.

Well, you came over here, we had sex

after all the games you've been playing,

knowing how much I...

I would have done anything for you.

Anything except the thing I needed most.

I should have fucking known.

Why-why-why can't it, it both be true?

Why can't this have been real

and I also used it to bring my son home?

I have no idea who you are,

and it's... it's pretty scary.

Ask. Whatever you want to know, I'll tell you.

Did you kill him?

No. Why would--

I saw bruises on your chest, like, two days after Adam was murdered.

I told you, he shoved me. Don't you remember?

Don't you remember how upset you were?

How angry you were?

Wait, Chloe, are you...

are you trying to frame me for this?

I wouldn't do that.

I would never do that.

Jake, I am so sorry that I hurt you.

What can I do?

- Hmm? - Go home, Chloe.

Go home.

Sí, Mama.

No, everything's fine.

Ms. Taylor.

Detective Bowen, please don't lurk on the road.

The neighbors don't like that.

Oh, I was trying to be respectful.

Oh. Well, what's up?

We're still looking for your husband's killer, so you know.

One would hope.

And seeing how you've been meeting with the FBI,

you're obviously trying, too.

- You've been following me. - Yes.

I-I was outside the diner when you met with Agents Olivero and Younger.

Okay, is that a crime?

Any evidence pertaining to your husband's murder

that you might be withholding...

that could implicate you, and that would be a crime.

Agent Olivero is psycho.

And he's useless.

Yeah, because he has other things on his mind.

Meaning?

You.

Um, I-I think you're confusing him with you.

Uh, okay. Just be careful.

There's still a killer out there.

Appreciate the concern.

I'm definitely gonna set the alarm. Thanks.

Oh.

And Ethan and I are going into the city,

in case you're interested in my schedule for today.

Ethan, you ready?

Coming.

- Nicky? - Yeah.

Detective Bowen was just here.

And I'm sure he was following me in the city, too.

- Bye, Nicky. See you. - Bye, honey.

- Okay. I'll see you later. - Yeah.

- I'll be right out. - Okay.

I would not be surprised if the other one was following you, too.

Well, yeah, the gays love me.

- Just don't do anything dumb. - Okay.

- Hey. No funny business. - Listen.

I was only doing that for Ethan.

Who cares if they're following us?

We got nothing to hide, right?

- Right. - Right.

All right. See you soon.

Oh, can I borrow Adam's car?

- I-I turned in my rental. - Yeah.

Just... watch the grass on your way out.

Oh, Jesus. Uh-huh.

And where you going? Gonna go see your boyfriend?

What?

- Hemingway-lite, from the courthouse. - Okay, he's not--

I bet he smells like the pages of a vintage dictionary.

Uh-huh. No, get in the fucking car.

- A boatman's bookcase... - I am going to a meeting, thank you.

Bet he loves Moby Dick.

Uh-huh. Ooh, what's on your mind?

Dick, that's what.

Knew the kid couldn't have done it. He had computer hands,

all soft and uncallused.

Too slippery to hold a knife.

Arty Bello, the doorman who worked for the Macintosh family,

he drove Ethan out this way the night of the incident.

Mr. Bello said he came here after to meet a friend.

Sure did.

- So you know him? - Oh, yeah.

Do you recall how long he was here that night?

Couldn't have been more than a couple hours.

Didn't stop him from getting good and fucked up.

Mm. So he wasn't here all night?

I asked him to leave around 7:00, maybe.

Afraid he was gonna come to blows.

Him and that fella, that poor soul.

And who's that?

Hey, can I get a double bourbon, please?

Gotcha.

- Want to open a tab? - Nah.

Keep it.

Mm. Thank you.

Emptied now, Ron.

Space for another before I depart.

Sure.

There you go, Arty.

Thank you.

- Adam. - Hey, Arty.

- Good to see you. Hey. - Oh, how are you?

Yeah, I had a-- I had a work thing before this.

It was a lot of traffic, so thought I needed one of these before heading home.

Sure. All right.

Uh, Ethan is, uh...?

He's at your house. I dropped him off.

Yeah, couldn't take another dinner with those people, so...

Oh, your wife's friends?

I-I appreciate you keeping this little pit stop between us.

I told Chloe I wasn't gonna be able to make it.

Well, maybe you should try.

Excuse me?

A woman like that...

I'd be wherever she asked ten minutes early.

Yeah? Maybe you should get back to your game.

Maybe you should...

stand the fuck up and be a husband to your wife.

You gonna hit me now, tough guy?

Okay, you don't know what the fuck you're talking about.

I hear you screaming at her through the fucking trash chute!

You make her cry one more fucking time

and I swear to God, I'll make it my business to make it stop.

Not if you're out of a job.

Hey, hey. Hey.

- Man to man now, pussy. - Let's go, Arty.

- Come on. - Let's go.

Let's go. Let's go.

I want this asshole to pay for my fucking tab.

No problem.

Try to fuck with my job.

Try it.

By the skin of your fucking teeth, you motherfucker.

Nan. Ding on the doorman alibi.

Owner of the bar says he dipped out earlier than he claims.

Had words with Adam, who, uh, stopped by for a bourbon

before heading home to get killed.

Pay him a visit, will you?

The "aw, shucks, I'm just a regular guy" doorman.

Not a woman comes through that door

doesn't question whether she's a monster or not.

- And the men? - Know they are. Some take pride in that.

This job means everything to me.

- And I don't want to fuck up, again. - Ah, I get it.

Much as you love your family, nothing lights you up like going on an arrest.

You been reading my diary, Doc?

We'd been looking for this guy for months and...

...the things he'd done to this...

...little girl and pictures that he'd sold of her.

- Those images don't leave you. - Thing was, wrong guy.

Right place.

But he ran when you showed up anyway, the wrong guy.

As they do, when they're guilty of all kinds of other stuff.

- You chased? - Yeah.

I'm not fast, but I could just go forever.

And when I finally caught up with him, it was just... him and me.

My guys were like a block away and he...

looked over his shoulder, saw it was just me, and...

...beat the shit out of me.

Ripped my gun right off, half my pants with it.

Then my guys got there and took him down.

What were you doing when they found you?

Trying not to die.

Tragic mistake, taking it where I did.

Was your violence warranted?

If it'd been the right guy.

I don't know.

You seen him since?

I think about him.

Especially lately.

You have a support system at home?

Yeah, yeah, sure.

Children that rely on you?

Two of those kind, yeah.

- What do they think of their mother? - Which one?

You.

Uh...

I don't know, really.

They may never know you, Nancy.

No.

You got to live with that.

Yeah.

You find people that do.

Yeah.

Oh, hey, I-I'll call you back. Okay.

Whoa. Hey.

This is a good day.

Hi, Arty.

- Hi. - Hey.

How are you?

You know, we're-- we're okay, right?

It's-- It's good to see you.

I missed you around here.

- Us, too. - Yeah.

- Hey, I got a whole bunch of mail for you. - Bet you do.

- And I got that box for you. - Oh.

Well, what is it?

It's from the funeral home.

Yeah.

Uh... I'll take it.

It was so kind of you, to come all the way out there to testify.

It was nothing.

Everything you said, all the ways you saw Ethan all those years...

I-I didn't know you were looking.

Just a little token, my appreciation.

Means a lot.

It must've been hard hearing all you went through,

uh, especially for that fella Jake.

Having to hide his real feelings, you know.

It was hard all around.

See you.

Hey, uh...

He, uh, he's still got your key to your place.

You want me to get it back?

No, I'll handle it.

- You sure? - Yeah, I'll handle it.

- Okay. - Thanks.

Ow.

Oh, come on.

Fucking Bill.

Earth to earth, ashes to ashes.

Dust to dust.

I hope you're free from all the...

things that made you so unhappy.

Dad, I'm sorry for all the things that I didn't do.

You know what I mean by that.

So...

There's a helicopter, Dad.

Remember how mad you'd get when the NYPD choppers would circle,

and you'd just run around slamming all the windows.

It made you so angry.

You know, I used to think it was cool, just...

imagining who they were chasing.

It just seemed like everything pissed you off.

I was always kind of scared of you, even when you were laughing.

Oh!

I can bench-press a lot now.

I bet I could even outrun you, too.

♪ Slide your hand ♪

I guess you know everything now.

So...

♪ Jump off the end ♪

...you must also know that...

...I loved you.

A lot.

♪ And innocent...

Okay.

Yeah.

Did you accept the things you cannot change in there?

You missed your calling.

I left you a couple of messages.

I do not listen to those.

Much as y'all have mixed feelings about the deceased,

justice still needs to be served.

Yes. There is a growing list of people who wanted him dead.

- You're gonna be busy. - Your sister's lover, yeah.

Something tells me he's not capable.

You got other leads?

- We partners now? - Hi.

This is that detective I was telling you about.

I talk about her at home, too.

You here for a meeting?

No, no, she is not respecting the anonymity of our program.

Now, did I go inside and listen to your shares? No.

I stood out here "having the wisdom to know the difference."

Um...

- I see what you mean about her. - Mm-hmm.

I do have a lot of respect for people who find companionship in dark times.

- Why were you calling? - Assuming I can speak in front of...

- I didn't get your name. - Uh, it's Ken Winick.

- Mr. Winick. Okay. - Mm-hmm.

Firm handshake. I love it.

- Just get to it, Nan. - Call's a courtesy.

Investigation's ongoing, which means we're starting from square one.

So you're gonna see us buzzing around.

Well, thank you for that courtesy.

We'll be as helpful as we can be, of course.

It was a pleasure to meet you.

You and your sister stay safe.

Okay?

You too, Mr. Winick.

See what I mean? It's like she takes...

it's like a glee in it, right?

She's enjoying it too much.

They love the hunt, it's what drives them like this.

Hunt...

Maybe we should do some hunting of our own.

Hmm?

- Come on. Come on. - Um, okay.

- It's a great idea. - Is it?

All right, Cagney, let's see where you go.

Feels very peaceful in here.

Mm-hmm.

Catherine, now that Ethan is home,

I want to get back to our work.

- I'm ready. - Why?

You aren't the person you were before.

Job doesn't even suit you anymore.

Uh, I think it suits me even better now.

Oh. I'm so freaking thirsty.

She told me these mushrooms would do that, but man.

Mushrooms? Like... like drugs?

Uh-uh.

Microdosing. Different.

And it's okay with your sobriety?

- It is. - Why?

- It's medicinal. - Oh.

You and I met during my journeying last night.

So many thoughts about you.

Laying it out like you did on the stand.

The abuse.

Then admitting how hypocritical you felt.

It's just so...

...so... specific.

Courageous.

And you always suspected?

If I'd known for sure, I would have killed that motherfucker myself.

Are you high still?

I don't think so.

Tell me why you did what you did to your sister.

Don't give me that bullshit you gave Sid.

Was it even about Ethan?

It was always about Ethan.

The-the Adam thing was a surprise.

And I fought it for as long as I could.

I didn't want to be a mother.

That scared the shit out of me.

Yeah.

Now you know what real fear is.

Yeah, but the one thing I didn't count on is

how much pain

I would feel to lose my sister.

'Cause when we were leaving her out of our story,

it was... practical.

And also for survival.

But every time I thought about what I did to her...

...it made me want to die.

Erasing her was the only way I could live.

Then that's the story you need to tell.

How it happened,

how it unfolded.

No secret-- didn't go great.

It'll be a healing moment for you both.

Catherine, when is anything healing, really? Ever?

- Money. - Oh.

Give her a life she's never had,

one with freedom, agency.

- I don't think she cares about money. - What?

Only people with money say stupid shit like that.

Come on.

Scares you, doesn't it?

Giving her a voice,

letting her into our... our little world?

What are we talking about here?

Are we talking about writing a book?

Yup. With your sister.

Come on. Think about it.

You can use the magazine to tease the idea,

then publish a piece together,

which becomes an excerpt from the book.

The board will love that.

Puts us right back on track.

Bill again.

Trying to reach you.

I know, I know.

A little advice, my love.

Don't run from Bill.

He likes the chase.

And they're off.

Motherfucker!

...and Day's Time on the outside.

Hey, Eddie.

What are you doing here?

Good to see to you, too.

Maiden Fair.

Maiden Fair, ladies and gentlemen...

...only her second time out to the track.

And about to turn the first corner.

You sit, I'm rolling over your foot.

Oh. Don't fib. You got your locks on.

...but Maiden Fair staying close...

- May I? - Go ahead.

My mama was the baby of eight.

Seven brothers.

Never learned to cut her own meat.

Never had to.

Hope she choked on a bag of dicks.

Emphysema, but same difference.

This all right?

With mashed potato.

Mm. Mm.

Goddamn toothache on this side.

- I like sweets, too. - Mm.

Prone to cavities. I had to get an implant over here.

You know, they really load you up good before they put 'em in.

Expensive as shit.

Well, city set you up pretty well.

Deserved more, what you did to me.

You almost killed me.

Asshole.

My cousin's got a dental practice, you know?

Probably set you up with the family rate,

which generally means... on the house.

- She a cunt like you? - Yes, sir,

from a long line of cunts.

Your guess is as good as mine.

No idea.

I could make something up.

Wait a second.

- Oh. - So sorry.

Oh, no, you're good.

It was a hard visit with Dad.

I get it.

Her dad was playing canasta with that... that guy last week.

He's a nice guy.

Can't remember his name.

Eddie. Lives on four.

- Is that his wife? - Not exactly.

She's the one that put him here.

So, uh, you're my brother now?

It's too weird?

Ah, it's kind of kinky.

Ah.

You've surfaced.

Mm-hmm.

That was a heavy day in court.

You must be all wrung out.

Hmm.

- Sit. - Bill, you can't fire Jake.

He's been through so much.

It's just a temporary leave.

As soon as this blows over, we'll all be back at it.

Jake knows that I'm a loyal man.

Loyalty is very important to him.

Is it to you?

Mm. When earned.

Hi, Chloe.

Hi.

But now that the trial's over,

I was hoping that we all could go back to being

rich and powerful people again.

You know, put all this behind us.

Fresh start.

Oh, is that why you deleted

all of the Gentry Group files on Adam's computer, for a...

fresh start?

I did no such thing.

Bryce, did you?

No.

Hmm.

What were you looking for?

Just the truth about what happened to Adam.

Mm-hmm.

Well...

we may never know.

You know, I did find

a card of an FBI agent

in Adam's things.

Might just give him a call.

Maybe it's better that you don't.

What's important now is your family.

Your safety.

And you've got your son back.

I'd focus on that.

Ah.

That's good advice.

Thank you for always looking out for me, Bill.

Anything I can do, anytime, you know that.

Of course I do.

Get Gentry on the phone.

Now.

Hey, what's up, kid?

Hey.

Uh...

Do you know--

Does metal like this go in recycling?

Or is it bulk?

Oh, yeah. I'll take care of it. Mm.

- Thank you. - Yeah.

Thanks.

- You see that couch? - Yeah.

3R.

They get a new one every year.

I post it on Craigslist,

boom, somebody comes and picks it up in two hours.

How long's a couch supposed to last?

Well, decades, I think.

You grow out of the costume?

Yeah.

You mind if I sell it?

No, no, go ahead.

You know, uh, my old man

used to take his teeth out

when he mowed the lawn.

That was the only time I ever saw him smile.

I did love shoveling the walk with you.

Best days of every winter.

Thanks.

All right.

Thanks for the suit.

Yeah.

Jesus!

What the fuck?

How'd you get up here?

There's not a lot of security.

You set us up.

Yeah, look, man.

I-I'm dealing with a lot of shit, okay?

Trim like that?

Might be worth the trouble.

Okay, uh...

Get the fuck off of my property.

We're not amigos.

But we did have a deal.

You would provide us with information

to strengthen our case against the Gentry Group,

and we don't arrest you for your involvement.

Is that clear enough?

Yeah, it's blackmail.

It's not a deal.

Well, we got more on you from your work with those scumbags than you know.

Paper trails that you signed off on to cover their asses.

Well, I know that you got someone planted on the inside at Gentry.

Because they confirmed a meeting that never even took place.

No, hey, it's slick.

By the way, detectives bought it.

Braddock bought it, too.

So just...

use your plant, okay?

I'm fucking out.

You know, Adam was out, too.

Last time we saw him.

And there's your pending murder charge.

I'm not being charged with anything, okay, asshole?

And Braddock deactivated my access cards.

I can't get into my own fucking office.

You're a smart guy, why don't you fucking figure it out?

Or?

Or we file a grievance against you with the New York State Supreme Court.

And you lose your license to practice law.

Fuck.

I will bury you

under this fucking deck!

Bury you!

Okay, okay.

And get me what you fucking owe me!

Guys in front said I'd find you out here.

Yeah, I was waiting for the guys to come and pick up the couch.

Is this yours?

Yeah, it's...

one of my favorite pleasures.

Hey, everything okay, Detective?

You tell me.

Come on, Arty, alibi was bullshit.

Bar owner told us a different tale.

One that involved you and Adam.

Be more comfortable talking down at the station?

Out of earshot?

It's not what you think.

It never is.

I was with someone.

A woman.

Where I went after the bar.

Assuming not your wife?

Once every two years, maybe, we meet.

Same hotel, same room.

I saw that movie.

Yeah.

Tell me what the argument with you and Adam was about.

He needed to hear some things from another man.

I lost my temper.

True.

Then off you went to the affair?

Give me your lover's number.

Please, please.

Be discreet.

My wife don't deserve that.

And Janice'll tell you everything you need to know.

She was with me all night.

You have any interaction with that sister?

- What, Nicky? - Yeah.

Yeah.

She comes out here and smokes.

Makes private calls.

And still takes care of the mother after all the shit she's been through.

Whose mother?

Adam's, the one that lives in Ohio.

Huh.

Doorman's alibi checks out.

He crashed on his cousin Tommy's couch.

I guess he's been fibbing to his wife about the number

of beers he puts away any given weekend.

Also said that Nicole Macintosh

and Adam's mother are close back in Ohio.

I thought she was dead.

May as well have been.

She didn't surface when her own son died.

You got a hunch?

Tell you tomorrow.

How about you?

Not quite yet.

Thanks for reaching out.

Well, luck had it, I was out this way.

Doing what?

I'm thinking maybe I could use your help.

For fuck's sake.

Hey.

Something came for you from Ohio.

It's police records.

What happened that, um,

day in the pool when I was little.

I requested them a while ago.

Before everything happened. I just...

I didn't want you to go through it again.

I just wanted to know on my own.

Absolutely, it's your life.

- Hey. - Hey.

Oh.

Fan club's growing, I see.

Well, mostly bills.

And then there's that.

This is funny to you?

I mean, it...

it's gross.

- Yeah. - Disgusting.

- Where'd you get it? - Somebody sent this to our place

in the city and then Arty gave it to me.

- Maybe it's from him. - Ew!

- No! I'm giving it to the cops. - What?

So they can jack off to it?

Detective Dildo showed up at my meeting today.

- Fucking shameless. - Mm-hmm.

- So I followed her back. - Online?

Online-- No.

In real life-- God!

I-- Like, I tailed her.

This is exactly what I was saying when I meant

fucking funny business, Nicky.

- What'd you find out? - She visited a Black guy

in a wheelchair at an assisted living facility.

And I'm not sure if it's personal

- or professional. - Wait, what does that mean?

There's definitely something there, though.

Although there's not much about her online.

God, this fucking country act of hers.

I am so over it with the, like,

...mouth banjo...

and her, you know, her drawl

that comes and goes.

Don't get unhealthily obsessed, okay?

Me? She's obsessed with me.

- I mean-- - Um...

This... this doesn't make any sense.

What is that?

- Well, let's see. - Are you okay?

- I j-- - Tell her.

I wanted to know the truth,

so, um...

I sent away for the police records

that day in the pool.

The night they took you away.

Oh. Oh.

It's... It's right-right here.

Okay, uh, "Father reported finding son face down in the water,

turning blue,

but son showed no injuries, no signs of water intake."

I thought I nearly drowned.

"Nicole Macintosh, blood level alcohol .30.

Also found in her system were Ambien, Xanax."

Um... "Husband said she was mumbling a family prayer over and over.

'I'll wait for you at... Wallace Lake'"?

Why would you have said Wallace Lake?

I wouldn't have.

- Why would he say it? - Because I told him.

I told your dad about the Wallace Lake prayer.

That was me. I...

We were speaking a lot at that time.

What does that...

what does that mean?

It means that he lied.

He lied.

I had to.

Hi, baby. How was your day?

- All right. - Oh, good.

- Hi. Mwah. - Mwah.

- Where's Ethan? - Look.

I got him a floatie. He loves the pool. He's so happy.

I got hot dogs for the grill. I got the grill going, so...

- Dinner soon, yeah? - Good. Good. Yeah, I'm starving.

Good.

Um, I'm gonna make myself one. Do you want me to top you off?

Oh, fun. Yeah, thanks.

Ethan, Daddy's home.

- Cheers. - Thank you. Cheers.

Let me take care of that.

- You, uh, you get in there with him. - Okay.

Who's my little guy? Who's my little guy?

Show Daddy your kick. Huh? Right here.

911. What's your emergency?

Uh, my, uh, my wife and my son-- our-our, uh, infant son

are in the pool, uh, they're not breathing.

She would've killed him eventually.

If it hadn't been then, it would've been another time.

And if I'd divorced her,

we would've shared custody,

and that would've been more dangerous for Ethan.

You destroyed her life.

And you stole

all those years with Ethan.

I did what I thought was best.

Who the fuck are you to make that decision for all of us?

You wish I hadn't? What about your life?

What about your years with Ethan?

Who would you be if I hadn't done it?

Certainly not a mother.

Shut up!

Shut up.

Shut up.

Oh...

What did I do to you?

What did I do to all of us?

You took the good, but you took the bad, too, Chlo,

and thank fucking Christ, 'cause I would not have survived him.

You didn't lie to the police, okay?

Fuck. I put you in that involuntary hold.

He fucking lied.

He lied to you, too.

I don't want your-- I don't want-- don't want your absolution.

When I thought about you two together...

...I thought, "Yeah, she's better, stronger.

She'll bring out the best version of him."

Fuck him.

And when I found out the truth...

How long have you known?

Couple of years.

That townie lawyer I had, remember? He died, and...

...they cleaned out his office, sent me my files.

I felt this way, too.

Just enraged and...

...insane.

Vindicated.

I mean, I had always wondered.

Like, I had these memories, they weren't...

Why didn't you say anything?

Well, who was it gonna help?

Blowing up our whole world again?

Ethan was almost out of the house,

you and Adam had given him a picture-perfect life.

Ugh, God.

When Ethan and I started talking,

he told me...

...it wasn't.

That wasn't the case.

It destroyed me, Chlo.

The idea that Adam was gonna take both of our lives.

I couldn't stand it.

That's why I came.

I had to.

I had to protect you.

Nicky...

What are you saying?

♪ I lay you down ♪

♪ right here in the shadows ♪

♪ I watched over you ♪

♪ I prayed for your breath ♪

♪ right here in the shallows ♪

♪ I watched over you ♪

♪ Like a thousand knives ♪

♪ Like a thousand knives ♪

♪ Like a thousand knives ♪

♪ Like a thousand knives ♪

♪ I begin to move in slow ♪

♪ Better fall ♪

♪ To make you float ♪

♪ Heighten me, a quarter low ♪

♪ Nights in circle ♪

♪ Days are cold ♪