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Bailey?

Bailey, we gotta get out of here.

We gotta go. Bailey.

Fuck!

Bailey?

Okay.

Excuse me.

Can you hold the...

Fuck.

Hey. Have you seen a teenage girl? Sixteen, blonde, pink streaks.

I just got here. Uh, I don't see her.

Need a cab, ma'am?

Shit.

Bailey?

Tell me there's orange chicken in that bag.

Am I new here?

- You're a little new. - Okay.

Good day at work?

Better now that it's over.

Hmm.

Do I get to stay? Or are you still in it?

I'm still in it, sadly.

Ooh. It looks great.

Uh, it's getting there.

Yeah.

You thinking about tomorrow?

It's just an article.

It's a long article. A feature article.

- Stop. - Headline on the cover.

- You can leave my chicken and go. - Oh.

Okay. But I may have left a message on the inter-office voice mail,

you know, just reminding everyone to pick up a copy.

- You are not helping. - Oh.

Mmm.

I'll wait up.

Wait, wait, wait. You don't have to go right this second.

So, I was thinking we should celebrate this weekend.

Ah. What I think we should do is stop talking about the article.

I was talking about our anniversary.

- What? - Fourteen months.

I don't think 14 months qualifies as an anniversary.

- It does to me. - Oh.

Do you remember how I lost my parking ticket on our second date?

That was me.

Sure, but it was my fault.

That I lost my parking ticket?

I distracted you.

Oh, wow. That's true.

I was so surprised... that this was happening.

I got to sit, have dinner and be with you.

I was just...

I thought that part of my life was over, that I didn't get to have that.

Awfully serious tonight, Mr. Michaels.

Well, it is our 14-month anniversary.

So, what do you say?

Drive out to Sonoma on Saturday and celebrate?

Hmm.

Do you think Bailey would wanna come?

Absolutely.

Liar.

I'll ask her.

You're such a liar.

Liar.

Morning.

Do you think anchovy-garlic dressing has to involve anchovies?

Probably. Why?

I was thinking of making the dinner we had at Poggio, the pasta Bailey liked.

- Don't be so surprised. - No, no.

- I cook. I can cook. - I know, I know. It...

It just sounds ambitious...

especially when we could, you know, order in from Poggio.

You're such a wiseass.

Is that Avett again?

It's pretty insistent, even for him.

Yeah. Same old shit.

- Morning, Bailey. - Can we go?

- Well, I think I should get dressed first. - Mmm.

Dad, I'm gonna be late.

Bails, we're all of five minutes from school.

I know for a fact first period doesn't start for 20.

How about we start with "Good morning"?

I'll wait out front.

Maybe I'll start running in the morning.

- Just... Just wait it out. - Yeah. Yeah.

Mmm.

- You better go. - All right. I know.

You keep this up,

you're gonna be carrying the worms next time we go fishing.

Gross. We haven't gone fishing in, like, three years.

Okay.

I'm gonna get you to go with me again, and when I do,

you're not gonna wanna carry the worms.

Maybe it's time to try a little harder.

Well, you're always telling me, "If you don't have anything nice to say"...

Bails, she's making a real effort.

I'm just saying.

Got it.

Can I drive?

How about tomorrow? Huh?

What was the point of letting me get my permit

if you never even let me practice?

I want you to practice, you know, just with the ignition off.

On a scale from one to ten,

how offended will you be if I sit in the back?

- Dad. - What? Safety first.

Hello.

I'm looking for Owen Michaels.

Owen just left. Can I take a m...

Hey, Devaughn. Just the chair.

- Hey. - Hey. I just saw you called.

I'm in the city. Wanna grab an early lunch?

Always, but I have a lunch date.

Max must be jealous.

Only 'cause metro reporters don't get to sit in on profiles

with Gold Glove-winning shortstops.

How about coffee later this afternoon?

Can't. I have a client meeting in Tiburon.

I just stopped by the ferry building to grab bread for dinner.

They don't have bread in Sausalito?

It's from Acme.

They serve it at Poggio.

We took Bailey there the other night, and...

Ah. And now we're driving 45 minutes

to get bread for Bailey?

No, I was dropping off a couple pieces with Ash anyway.

Uh-huh.

In my defense, it is delicious bread.

You know, any therapist worth their salt would say

that trying this hard for Bailey is not about Bailey.

Oh, right. So, you're a therapist now?

I'd make a great fucking therapist.

I'm just getting off with Jules.

- Hey, love. - Hi, Ash.

- Hey, Hannah, give me a sec? - Yeah, of course.

Oh. This is stunning.

And it won't last the weekend now that you're so fancy.

Wow, that's a big photo.

Shit.

What's wrong?

Jules?

Uh, I... I gotta call Max back. She's freaking out about something.

Who am I to stand in the way of true love?

Not today, it isn't.

- Love you. Bye. - Love you. Bye.

Is this the famous grandfather?

I think he would've gotten a kick out of seeing his picture in the magazine,

despite himself.

Are you sure there's nothing of his that I could show?

Nope. Still not for sale.

Hey, it's Owen. Leave a message.

Hey, it's me. Let me know when you're heading home.

And just a reminder, if you beat me there, the rest of the orange chicken is mine.

Love you.

Bailey, can you get that?

Bailey!

Hello?

- Mrs. Michaels? - Yes. No one calls me that.

- Are you a friend of Bailey's? - No.

Mr. Michaels asked me to give this to you.

Where did... Where did you see Mr. Michaels?

- He ran past me in the hall. - In the hall?

At school. He gave me 20 bucks to drop this off.

I kinda need to...

Yeah, sure. Of course.

What's that smell?

It's dinner.

I hope not.

Do you know where my dad is? He said he'd be home by now.

Yeah, I was just gonna call him.

Hey, it's Owen. Leave a message.

Hey, it's me.

Um, you're probably on your way, but give me a call.

I'll just grab a Clif Bar.

I gotta get to rehearsal anyway.

No. I'll take you.

Suz just texted. She's literally right on the dock.

Just tell my dad I'll catch a ride home.

- Hey, Bailey... - Thanks for dinner.

Hey, you've reached Jules. Leave a message.

Hello, this is The Shop.

Hey, Greg. It's Hannah. Is Owen there?

Hey, Hannah. Yeah, um, I don't think he's...

None of the senior staff are available at the moment.

- What? - Yeah, um...

Sir, you can't be on the phone.

Look, I... I'm so sorry, Hannah. I have to go.

What is...

Hey. Sorry, ma'am, the building's closed.

My husband works inside. I'm trying to reach him.

What's his name?

Ma'am?

What's his name?

Who is your husband?

Ma'am. Hey. Hey, excuse me, who's your husband?

Ma'am?

Let's go, Mr. Thompson. Come on.

Avett.

Oh, shit.

Watch your head.

Very nice, Bailey.

You're done for the night. Rest those pipes.

Okay, can we clear these cubes?

And, uh, we'll go right into a quick run-through of "Everybody Says Don't."

Okay?

Bravo.

What are you doing here?

Practice ended early. Thought I'd come say hi.

Hi.

You done here? Give you a ride home?

Ugh, I have one, unfortunately.

Maleficent's out there.

I don't even know why she's here. I told her I had it handled.

Hey, it's Owen. Leave a message.

Ugh.

I'm just saying, my dad's probably not gonna be psyched

for me to be alone with you in the wilderness.

It's a yurt with a king bed.

Yeah. I don't think mentioning the bed is gonna help our cause.

Could just say you're staying at Suz's.

She'd cover for you. It'd be our little secret?

My dad and I don't have secrets.

Well, you should probably work on that.

I should go before Hannah loses her shit.

Okay. But talk to your dad, will you?

Tell him I'll be a gentleman.

I definitely won't tell him that.

Aw.

Text me later.

What the...

Hi.

Bailey?

Is that from your dad?

Where is he?

Where's my dad?

I don't know.

There's something happening at The Shop.

Avett's been arrested.

I haven't been able to reach him.

Hey, it's Owen. Leave a me...

What is that?

Hannah?

Are you okay?

Fine.

Is that the Chronicle piece?

What? No.

- There's a Chronicle piece? - Yeah.

- Does it... - It doesn't mention your dad.

It's just about Avett.

Daily Beast is tweeting they're the new Enron.

Lynn Williams keeps sharing their tweets on her story.

About how The Shop committed a billion-dollar fraud,

how everyone who works there is in on it.

- That's not true. - She keeps tagging me.

It's not true. Lynn Williams should not be tagging you.

So where is he, Hannah?

Why'd he leave me this money?

Let's go inside, okay?

I'm gonna make some calls. Somebody will know where your father is.

Let's start there. Let's find out where he is.

Bailey, he's gonna have an explanation. You know he will.

Okay, but I'm texting Bobby to come over, unless you want me to go there.

Um, no. He can come here.

Maybe let's keep the money to ourselves for now.

Oh, you think?

Hey.

Hey.

Oh.

We need to get inside, okay? Trust me.

How's she holding up?

Okay... got it.

Um, where can we talk?

Back deck. I'm just gonna grab a sweater.

Okay.

Oh.

He didn't pack.

- Okay. - I'm just saying.

His suitcase, all his clothes, they're still here.

You know something.

She can't hear you.

Are you sure?

Now I am.

Max got a tip this morning from a friend of hers at the SEC.

It's why she was trying to reach me.

According to this friend, The Shop's new software doesn't work.

What? I... I thought it was selling like crazy.

Owen told you it was selling already?

No, it was Avett.

Okay. What did he say exactly?

He and Belle came for dinner before the IPO last month.

Avett couldn't stop talking about how insane the sales were.

Except there were no sales, just interest in a software demo.

Apparently, anytime a buyer expressed interest in the demo,

Avett put it down on the books as revenue.

Oh, Jesus.

Max says it's like what they did at Enron.

They inflated the company's valuation and drove up the stock price

in advance of the IPO.

And there's the fraud.

Stockholders are gonna lose half a billion dollars.

Max couldn't believe that Owen was a part of it.

And honestly, when she told me this morning,

I couldn't believe it either, so I...

You called Owen.

Well, I... I called you, but I couldn't reach you.

So then yeah, I called Owen.

God, Han. I'm so sorry.

I never thought in a million years...

That he'd run.

I can't believe this is happening.

Yeah, I get it.

Yeah. People do crazy things when they feel trapped.

Trapped? What do you mean?

Isn't your dad, like, chief coder or something?

You think he's involved in this?

No, I didn't say that.

- That's not my dad. He would never. - I know. I just...

Th... That's probably why he's MIA.

He knows every opinionated dumbass is gonna judge him like you are.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. I... I'm not judging him.

All I'm saying is...

your dad's... Your dad's a really smart guy.

It's a little hard to believe he didn't know what was going on.

There's definitely no way he didn't discuss things with her.

You okay?

Yeah. Yeah, I'm just... just trying to figure out what he's thinking.

I know it doesn't look good...

but I can't believe Owen would be caught up in this.

You know Owen, he's straightforward to a fault.

I feel like we're missing something.

Jules, what?

Sources can't hide it when they know something.

My mother taught me that when I started at the Globe.

They forget to ask the obvious questions,

the things they would ask if they were really in the dark.

If Owen didn't know what was going on, he would've wanted more information.

Why the Feds were indicting Avett, what exactly he'd done,

how exposed The Shop was. But he didn't ask any of that.

That's not what he wanted to know.

What did he wanna know?

How long he had to get out.

See ya.

Call you when I get home.

Mm-hmm.

Listen, um, you still have your own checking account, right?

Yeah. Why?

Max thinks the FBI is gonna freeze Owen's assets

if they haven't already.

They always follow the money.

Hmm.

What?

Nothing. I just wish I knew what to do for Bailey.

When my mom took off,

my grandfather knew exactly what to say to me.

So, what do you think he'd say now?

That we have each other.

Pretty sure it's not gonna cut it here.

- Hang in there, Julie. - Yeah, thanks. I'll call you tomorrow.

- Tomorrow. - Mm-hmm.

You live in a floating home?

About as far from New York City as you can get.

I don't know. I do live on an island.

Do you really want a lesson, or is this just an excuse to walk me home?

No, no, no, no, no. I want the lesson.

I wanna learn how you do what you do.

Where do we start?

Just pick a piece of wood that speaks to you.

I tend to use oak, distressed pine, cedar.

What's your favorite?

I don't play favorites.

Good to know.

They're all great for different reasons.

Is that my first lesson?

No. Your first lesson is that a good piece of wood always has one thing,

one quality, that defines it.

What defines this piece?

Oh. I think this part could turn out interesting.

I like that.

Hmm.

Well, you could probably say the same thing about most people.

At the end of the day, one thing defines them.

What defines you?

What defines you?

I asked first.

There's nothing I wouldn't do for my daughter.

It's open.

Can I come in?

Yeah, I guess.

Did you get any sleep?

No, not really.

I keep reading it, and it doesn't make sense.

"You know what matters about me." What does that even mean?

I think he probably means you know how much he loves you.

No, that's... That's not it, Hannah. I... I know him. He meant something else.

Yeah, like what?

I don't have any idea. That's why I'm asking you.

Look, Bailey, I can't tell you exactly what he meant...

but I have to think there's a good explanation

for what's going on here.

Why? Why do you have to think that?

Did he tell you something?

What? No.

I'm just as in the dark as you are.

Bailey, I...

I don't know what's happening here, but I do know your dad loves you.

You really think you need to tell me that?

I'm gonna make breakfast.

Um, I think you should probably get ready for school.

For school? You're joking, right?

I'm trying here, Bailey.

I'm sorry I'm... I know I keep saying the wrong things.

At least you know.

Hannah Hall?

Who are you?

I'm a US marshal.

What do you want?

Oat milk, right? The guy at Fred's told me how you take it.

I can get my own coffee, thanks.

Whatever you like.

Right now, I'd like you to get off my dock.

Fair enough, okay?

If I hadn't heard from my spouse in 24 hours and a US marshal showed up

at my doorstep, I'd probably feel the same.

That was the last time you heard from him, right?

Before he left for work yesterday?

The thing is, if your husband said something about where he was going,

I need to know. That's the only way for me to protect him.

Is that why you're here? To protect my husband?

Okay. Look, you should lay low till this all sorts itself out,

and get yourself a lawyer.

Why would I need a lawyer?

Well, for starters,

so you don't have to answer questions you don't wanna answer.

- Like yours? - Exactly.

That's my cell.

If Owen reaches out, tell him I can help.

Is there... What do know that I don't?

Look, Owen hasn't used his credit card in 24 hours, not his ATM, not a check.

And you can stop calling his phone. I'm sure he's dumped it.

If he calls you, it'll be from a burner

or some other phone that isn't readily traceable,

but I think he's too smart to take that chance either.

Why are you making him sound like some sort of criminal mastermind?

You have my cell. Call anytime. I'll help you too, if you let me.

How? How could you possibly help me?

Getting through this. Course, that'll be the easy part.

What's the hard part?

Owen Michaels is not who you think he is.

Hey, it's Owen. Leave a message.