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- So, Copper River next week then?
- Sounds good.

- Is that a promise?
- You bet.

All right, fingers crossed.
Tell Theresa I said hi.

Thanks. Will do, Love.

I'm an optimist.

And that, Love, is why I'm gonna say,

"I can't wait
to tell our story to our kids."

I know, it's hardly begun,

but it's how I've always been.

Even as a kid, one glance from a girl

and I was trying out
my last name with hers.

I don't think that's wrong.

I think love should come out of nowhere,
sweep you up completely.

But let's not conflate optimism
with certitude.

I've learned some hard lessons,

fools do rush in.

And I've been the fool more than once.

If I'm honest, I saw red flags

and explained them away.

I wanted love so badly,

which is why I have to see
with clear eyes now.

You know what?
I'm gonna wait for the kings.

- Okay.
- Which is, like, soon?

Find those flags
before we've gone too far.

What's her name?

- Cindy.
- Cindy?

And this isn't to say
I'm not optimistic, so...

our story, I suppose it begins a week ago.

♪ All this time I was trying to find ♪

♪ Some drug to fill this hole ♪

♪ It was my mistake to trust in fate ♪

♪ To show me the way to go ♪

I got here,

and within minutes, I knew...

I'm in a strange land.

Duck-lipped,

stoned, suspiciously happy lemmings
everywhere you look.

This guy, LA in a nutshell:

the Unabomber with a three-picture deal.

Welcome to a city
where people trying to disappear

aren't actually trying.

Can I get a selfie with you?

Yeah, sure.

Poor guy.

Must really hate all the attention.

- All right, have a good one.
- Hendy, can I get one?

And then there was me,

the one in four million
not wanting to be discovered.

All right.

Step one in my effort...

tacos

with a man with a means

to bring a new, unlocatable me
into existence,

at least according
to his carefully worded ad on Craigslist.

Ever think how basically everything now
is GMO frankenfood?

Like... like, what exactly

is all of this hacked corn
doing to our epigenetics, right?

Apparently, California's got its
own brand of conspiracy theorists.

Yes, take caution,
lest you have a less-clean liver.

...you can give pigs fresh air
so they don't even need antibiotics.

Just a thought.

- Cages are never the answer.
- Totally, never.

So,
what I need...

I got you.

Get out, no trace.

If I want to leave today, say...
say, to Mexico...

Great choice.

Food's cleaner, cheap,
you'll love living there.

But I can't stay forever.

I have unfinished business here.

But would not recommend a return trip.

Getting out to escape Candace
was imperative,

but so too was the option to return

and actually deal with her
when I was ready.

What I need is something
more comprehensive.

Okay.

Here's the deal.

Truly airtight, livable ID takes... years.

The Will you see before you,

I micro-tweezed
like a bonsai for a decade.

I'm employable.

Background check me,
good luck not dozing off.

Actual face online?

No, can't find it.

But google me and I feel real.

And that, my friend, is a labor of love

far too intensive to even put a price on.

Okay, I get it.

I appreciate you can even help me at all.

Uh, so do you have it with you or...?

Follow me.

I realized
that with my Candace issues,

buying what this guy had to offer
wasn't enough,

and I didn't have ten years
to methodically sculpt a new identity.

You got the benefit
of being a white dude.

No one ever suspects shit
when it's a white dude.

I realized I needed to be him.

Will seems okay
for a guy who's been in a box for a week.

Without Mr. Mooney's help

it took two full days
to put this thing together.

Stressful doing it
with Will watching me, tied up.

You should be so proud of yourself.

Three quarter-inch plexi's a beast.

Yet those edges are a thing of beauty.

...attention to detail...

I gotta think Mooney would be impressed.

I'm guessing it represents
more to you too.

Safe space, perhaps?

One you felt you needed
as a child for protection...

I know everyone in this town
likes to talk about their feelings,

so if you want a therapy session...

tell me about Jasper.

Look at you now.

Able to put yourself on the outside,

that must be so empowering...

Who... is Jasper?

Come on.

He said you have something of his.

He's looking for me.

- Cannot keep me in here, Joe.
- I told you, this is temporary.

Then what is the plan?

I'm... Look, I didn't...
I'm... I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I didn't... I didn't think.

I acted.

It was an emergency.

- You can let me out.
- That's great, I would love to.

Let's just figure out a way
to do that safely for us both.

As soon as Jasper goes away.

See, you're not hearing me.

This cage isn't great.

I need light.

I need my meds.

This isn't gonna be good for you.

If you want me to consider your needs...
just tell me what this guy wants.

Jasper Krenn.

Met him on what a layperson might term
"the dark web," all right?

Not even a client.
I looked into the guy...

didn't like, turned down the gig.

So you've never even met?

No.

He doesn't know what I look like,

so he won't know that you're just
some random asshole

who hit me in the head with a brick
and stole my life,

if that's what you're asking.

Okay, okay.

Okay, hold... hold on, hold on. You...

You charge a fee...

in advance of meeting.

You didn't give him his money back.

That is probably correct.

You have to pay him back.

I'd love to help, but I spent it.

And my earning potential
is somewhat curtailed by being in a cage.

How much do you owe?

Three thousand dollars.

It's no problem.

It's just 2,700 more than I had

due to the lack of planning
that preceded my departure.

Teach a man to fish...

you feed him for a lifetime.

Teach him how to make a counterfeit book,

and maybe, just maybe...

he can cobble together
a little something worth...

Three grand.

Best I can do.

Three grand it is.

I'll admit, bar was low.

Mooney would have thrown the thing
back at me, had me do it 50 more times.

Fortunately, an LA bookseller
is practically an oxymoron.

At least now I'd be able
to send this Jasper fella on his way,

get back to our story:

you...

the person who may

just make paying a $3,000 toll

to stay in this urban Gomorrah

worth it.

If only you weren't such an early riser.

It's becoming clear,

the more I see of you,

the harder it is to see you clearly.

If I don't want to get hurt,

I have to keep a distance
till I've done my due diligence.

Hey!

You keep wandering off. Here.

Though that's hard
when you keep inviting me to things.

I just didn't want to get in your way.

Oh, that's impossible.

Wow!

Look at that opah.

- Is that Ecuadorian or local? Thank you.
- Local.

I know you're making
all of this up to impress me.

You don't have to try so hard.

If you told me that fish was an alien,
I would believe you.

No, that's why it's good
you took me up on this.

For a guy who works at Anavrin,

you sorely lack an understanding
of the pescatarian lifestyle.

I'm a pescatarian ignoramus.

Are you okay? You look a little...

Mmm.

No.

Too soon, too much, too good.

Yeah, I just wanted to stop
thinking about it and just do it.

Interested?

Hate the idea?

I'm sorry, what did you say?

Lunch today.

My friends.

I think we should
just rip the Band-Aid off.

They're very LA, but they're also great,

and... they're important to me.

So...

And now you want me to meet
your friends?

I really, really need
a clinical distance. No.

I'd love to.

Shit.

Earth to Spock.

Come in, Spock.

Where'd you go, old sport?

You had that look
like when Keanu sees the black cat.

"Oh. Glitch in the Matrix."

We kissed and I saw the ghost
of Guinevere Beck,

my Matrix is glitching.

Yeah.

Yeah, uh, no.

I'm... I'm fine, thanks.

You know what?

Let's see here.

How about we move the women's lit display?

Like, why are we separating them?

That's sexist.

Right?

And besides, I woke up
with a completely brilliant idea.

- What's the idea?
- Movies.

- On loop in... in the bookstore.
- Oh, no.

Movies that are... wait for it...

also books.

Kill it with fire.

It's a great idea.

- Dope movies like Pulp Fiction.
- Not based on a book.

- Whichever of the Star Wars...
- Again...

Fifty Shades, obviously.

One for three, marginally.

We are gonna sell so many books,
it is going to blow your fucking mind.

- Can't wait.
- So just come clean this up,

set up the screen,

and when it all looks so cute
you wanna fuck it,

holla at your boy.

Namaste.

I'm sorry,

did you think this was a real bookstore?

Bless your heart.

It's cute.

Hey, Bettelheim?

Jasper.

He said that you had something
that you wanted to give back.

This is Jasper?

He looks like a manager
at a comic book store.

Sorry, who you looking for?

Well, you, Mr., uh, Will B.

Girl at your apartment
said you worked here.

Did she mention that I left word for you?

I'm... I'm sorry. I'm Jasper.

Oh, right. Man, I have been
having trouble reaching you.

I'm sorry, my phone's been weird,
you know?

But here, your money.

Here.

- It should all be there.
- All 50 grand?

I'm sorry, 50?!

That's some of it,
I got to liquidate the rest.

Oh. Oh, it's okay.

But I'll need it today.
Is that still all right?

That's great.

Perfect.

Hey, one other thing, uh...

- Sure.
- Check this out.

- Wanna show you something.
- What?

What are you doing?

It's okay, it's okay. Squeeze hard.

Right at the knuckle, a little higher.

Good. Good, good, good, good good.

Now...

I'm gonna need you to...

just gotta hold that for me.

Great, and, uh...

drop her in there.

There you go.

Now, over at St. Henry's
they have a fantastic microsurgeon,

Dr. Daniel.

As long as you're there
in the next 10, 12 hours,

good chance it'll reattach.

Provided you have this. So...

give me a call
when you have the rest of the money.

Probably sooner
better than later, I'd think.

Good to finally meet you, Will.

This is bad.

Easily leave-town bad.

But this is your town, Love,
and I can't leave you.

It's 50 thousand, Will! It's not three!

Can we please talk about
the $47,000 discrepancy?

Can we talk about my hand?

Oh, no.

I told you everything.

I told you everything,
and now it's too late.

I admit, I thought
his whole "needing meds" thing

was a ploy.

Fuck Jasper.

He's just some asshole
Russian mafia-adjacent wanker.

Were you even followed?

How would you even know,
you amateur!

They've found me and it's over

and you exposed us and now they're...

Oh... okay.

Oh... Will?

Hey, buddy.

Do you have any money anywhere?
Think, Will, think.

Hey, hey, hey, hey. Will, listen to me,
no one knows you're here.

No one can take care of you
if the guy you stole from murders me.

Am I making sense?

Rufus...

he owes me 50 large.

He's good, he just...

Text him the code word.

This is important.

When I was eight, I broke my arm,

and they put a pin in it
and it's been transmitting,

so don't you go to the hospital.

They will chip you like a dog,
you understand me?

Thank you so much for caring, Will.

I can and I will neutralize
that chip for you.

Okay.

What was that code word?

Apparently, Rufus is someone
who conveniently owes Will

50 large.

While this feels too easy,

right about now the universe
owes me a little easy.

Spoke too soon.

That's not gonna work.
I have a lunch with you.

12-2.

And I hate Rufus.

Damn it.

I have to cancel our lunch, Love.

For the record, I'm opening sobbing.

- Hey.
- Just calling to hear if you were crying.

- You sound fine.
- Crying on the inside.

I'm sorry.

You're direct. You do what you feel.
You just pick up the phone.

I'm just sorry I'm not gonna see you.

This is how you handle rejection.

You want me to not feel bad
about blowing you off.

What can I say? Forty's a dick.

He sent me on a run to Alhambra

to get a sample of the competition's
compostable picnicware.

Forty said that?

Well, my coven's gonna be, uh...

sad they don't get to meet you today.

Yikes. Please don't let them hex me.

I'm sorry, I wanted to be there.

Yeah, I know, me too.

Talk later, 'kay?

Wanted to be there so much I decided
I had to at least drop by, you know?

I don't have the time to join you,
but I can spare a few minutes.

Especially when I've learned
how friends say so much about a person.

Will can't make it.

- He's sorry he can't be here.
- No.

Like how influenced you are
by their opinion,

- how much they secretly run your life.
- I'm bummed.

I was so ready
to meet your new man-friend.

And by "meet,"
Gabe means "judge and deem unworthy."

I'm sorry,
who are you talking about?

Lucy Sprecher.

She met Love at a rally for LGBTQ rights.

Back then, Lucy was an unpaid intern.

Now she's a social savvy power agent
whose clients include all the Jennifers,

the Kates, and the EU's
top-selling Instagram poet.

- Okay, okay, okay!
- She is coming for me!

Just ignore Lucy, she hates everyone.

Please ignore Sunrise.
She overcompensates for my bitch face.

Yeah, I do, babe. You're welcome.

- I love it.
- Okay. Okay, have you...

Here we go.

Sunrise Darshan Cummings, Lucy's partner.

Ironically never met of sunset
she didn't like.

Stay-at-home mommy blogger,

and Earth guide
to their adorable toddler, Candle.

Sunrise cannot be this happy

unless blending functional mushrooms
in your almond latte

is the grail we have all been seeking.

They source it from this incredible
biodynamic flaxseed guy.

Whatever that meant.

Gabe Miranda.

Small business owner,

which in his case
means a pansexual acupuncturist.

"Student," air quotes, of psychedelics.

Mostly dates men, but does something
I'm not gonna try to pronounce,

that's essentially...

fingering women to orgasm
on a pile of yoga pillows

packaged as a spiritual practice.

And you and Gabe

go back the farthest.

Besties.

So, this Is the Love squad.

Teeth-achingly, hippy-dippy,

unaware of the glaring privilege,

driving their so-called conscious choices.

Do they secretly want to sleep with you?

Own you?

Steal you away?

To Paris?

- Oh, my God.
- Will and I kissed.

- You kissed?
- Yeah.

I love that.

I wish Will did,

'cause I'm pretty sure I scared him
and now he's avoiding me.

And this is it,
this is when I get annihilated.

Well, then maybe he's an idiot
who should go fuck himself.

Okay, or maybe he's shy.

Love can be a little forthright.

Compliment.

So maybe the idea of meeting
three more of us is genuinely scary.

You're soft.

- Am I too forthright?
- No.

- Real men love that shit.
- Right.

Let's focus on what
is actually important here.

Which is...?

That your heart maybe wants back
in the game.

Maybe it's time.

I just, um... like him.

Aww!

I know I don't talk about...

James much.

I just really thought, you know...

I met my soulmate,

and that's done, and...

so the rest of my life will be,
like, you know...

Oh, honey, I know.

No, no, I'm...

It's fine.

But no one excites me,

you know, no one makes me miss them...

like James.

But now I'll just be doing something...

- random and I'll miss Will.
- Aw!

I don't even know him.

- Am I being crazy?
- Oh, no.

No, I think that maybe...

maybe you're falling for him a tiny bit.

That's so terrifying.

Aw. That's why
we're here for you, beautiful.

Waitress,
bring us all the desserts!

- I want 'em all!
- No!

Sorry.

I take it all back.

I love your friends.

And I see you, Love,

I hear you, and...
I get it now.

Am I losing my mind?

Hell, I've arrived.

It's called the San Fernando Valley.

At the borders of which
anyone with an architect's degree

is apparently denied entry.

A party...

at noon...

on a Tuesday.

Well, I'm glad these people
found each other.

Look forward to never seeing them again.

It'd be great if I had
the faintest fucking clue

what this Rufus guy looks like.

Hey.

I'm sorry to bother you.

Would you happen to know
if there's a Rufus here?

Are you John Mayer?

No.

No, I'm Will. I'm looking...

There you are, bitch.

He's not John Mayer.

You're a manwhore, John Mayer.

I'm guessing they won't be any help.

Oh, my God, look over there.

Oh, my God. It's totally him.

Hold on.

That's airport guy.

What's he doing here?

What is it about this guy that makes
people act like they're in a customs line

with an ass full of heroin?

No, it's Hendy.

You gotta get a picture of him
with me in it.

Hendy?

Hendy.

Okay, Hendy.

Comedian.

AKA Henderson. FKA Josh Bunter.

Kicked cancer. Interesting.

Is ostentatiously zen about it.
Predictable.

Wait a second, this is Vacuum Guy?

Ethan loved this gag.

Oh!

Brexit!

Right?

Apparently,

Hendy's got a hard-life-lessons
man-of-the-people thing working for him.

Apartment three?

Oh, great.

Is this party gonna get any more weird?

- What happened to your hand?
- Uh... Oh, it's...

Oh, you're really not from here.
I asked, but I actually don't care.

I've been up for two days
chasing that whole Jared Padalecki thing,

but he's been laying low,
so I kind of detoured here

to find this hairstylist, Kido.

Word has it he can confirm...

Really couldn't care less about Kido
or why Delilah's here at all.

If anything, I've only got more reason
to get the hell out of here.

...Rufus who knows the owner of this house
who's a producer

- and he knows Kido...
- Wait, I'm sorry, did you say Rufus?

Yeah, my girl Tanika knows him.

The friend I'm looking for
has a buddy, Rufus.

Could you...
could you maybe point him out for me?

You're kidding me.

Delilah.

Hey, long time.

You look great.

I look like a walking red-eye
from Pittsburgh, but you look great.

- What are you doing here?
- Just working on a piece.

'Course you are.
Always the smartest girl in the room.

Yep. It's exhausting.

Yeah.

What, d'you go for
the president's curly fries?

Sorry, this is Will.

Hi. No, it was an accident at work.

It might need surgery, but it's, uh,
you know, it's okay.

Well, if you do, Dr. Daniel

at St. Henry's Medical Center.

Uh, if you go, tell him we're friends
and he'll hook you up.

Thank you. Thanks.
Really, I appreciate that.

- Yeah.
- Hendy!

Uh... excuse me, guys.
Great to see you, gorgeous.

Well!

He seems pretty great.

Drool a little more,
it's a good look on you.

Did he come up in one of your pieces?

Meaning is there shit on him? Scoop?

- Inquiring minds want to know?
- Never mind. If you don't want...

Let me just give you
the Idiot's Guide, okay?

Being famous...

don't make you magic.

Cover shit in gold,
it's just super shiny shit.

I had a feeling you might know that,

but I was wrong, and now I pity you.

- Excuse me.
- Hold on. You gonna point out Rufus?

You're a big boy. Figure it out.

- Hey.
- Yeah?

- Rufus would like his Negroni.
- All right.

Thank you.

Hi.

Excuse me.

Rufus?

Oh, you found me.

Yes.

Hey, lose the clothes if it's all right.

Hope you like Air Supply.

I'm kind of kind of
on a ballad jag right now.

You look different
than your picture on the app.

It's Todd, right?

Actually,
I'm here for "Battlestar."

- You're not Will.
- No.

He told me to use the code word.

I'm helping him out.

Here I'm about to blow you.

I got your shit in my bag.

There you go.

It's okay if I count it?

You shittin' me?

These are pills.

Same ones, man.

But faster acting.

I got a new source in Quebec.

What about the 50 grand?

The 50 grand?

Would you settle for that blowjob?

It turns out
Rufus has been supplying OG Will

with off-brand Canadian meds

for a rather severe bipolar disorder.

Explains so much.

Evidently,
Will kept just enough of a grip

to turn me into his TaskRabbit.

But hey, he needs them.

Nope, I won't take 'em. Flush 'em!

Keep your poison.

What do you mean?

I went to the Valley for you.

Farewell to that small part of Will
aspiring to sanity, I guess.

You'll feel better.

Yeah, then you take 'em, fucker,
'cause I don't believe you.

You should believe me!

Believe me when I tell you...

I could hand you to Jasper.

I wouldn't have your problems anymore.

Learned something today.

Screaming at crazy

can reopen a wound.

Love, this is trial by fire for you.

Hey, I really think
we need to talk.

Oh.

Hey.

Hey.

Oh, my God! What happened?

Oh, it's... it's nothing.

- Oh, no, what did you do?
- No, it's fine.

It's a cut, it's nothing.
What do you want to talk to me about?

You lied to me.

- What?
- Lunch.

Forty?

He's a bad alibi. He's been telling me
everything since we were born.

Shit.

- Is Forty your brother?
- My twin brother.

And you called him a dick,
which he can be,

but you were also lying.

You own Anavrin.

That's what I get for not trying
to find out everything about you first.

My parents own Anavrin.

I just work there.

I was trying not to instantly
complicate things

by waiting to tell you.

But you...
you complicated things by lying.

Why would you lie?

So I could walk through
fire for you.

So I could slay dragons to stay near you.

- I just... I don't know you.
- Yet.

- You don't know me.
- Yeah, well, apparently.

Because I thought that we were...

I mean, we kissed, Will.

This is... This is not a good time.

This is not good timing.

This is about your ex, isn't it?

- Yes.
- No.

She really hurt you.

I can smell your shampoo,

and nothing you're doing is making it
easier for me to see you clearly.

But guess what? My husband hurt me, too.

Among other things, by dying.

So, I understand why this is hard for you,

but it's also why I just say things now.

'Cause there was things
I was waiting to say to him.

And I... I don't know
if this is just a fling

or something more, but either way...

I think it's a mistake to do
the bullshit thing that you're doing.

- No, it's not bullshit...
- Yes, it is!

You don't need to run away.

Please, no.

- Stop.
- You can...

Please! Stop!

Just stop!

Okay.

You don't need to yell.

Ever.

I liked you.

This sucks.

You're bleeding again.

Why are you here?

You've actually lost
a lot of blood today, Joe.

Is that what you are?

My lost blood?

Really all-in on this one.

I guess that's you, right?

See a girl once.

I'm... I'm trying...

to do it right this time.

As opposed to with me.

What went wrong with me, Joe?

We both know what happened.

You can haunt me forever,

you will never get me to say
I didn't do everything I could for you...

- for us.
- Look at me, Joe.

- No, you are not...
- Look at me.

You are not here.
I am not arguing with you!

Hey, Jasper, yeah.

Yes, it's Will.

I am on my way.

Thank you for coming. Is that my...?

Perfectly preserved
and anxious to get back to Daddy.

Great. It's right in here.

Look...

I am not Will Bettelheim.

This is.

Well, this is a first for me.

My name is Joe Goldberg.

I just needed his name

and his life for a little while.

So you put him in
a Hannibal Lecter thing, I see that.

I assume you realize
that you need psychiatric help?

I'm not crazy, okay?

My ex-girlfriend's stalking me
and this is the best I could come up with.

But can I please have my finger?
'Cause this is Will.

He took your money. Take him.

Well, if you couldn't get it out of him...

Right?

I mean...

You sure, now?

- You ain't got it?
- Please don't.

You don't have to do this.
You don't have to...

You see, Joe?

No.

You don't understand.

But I do.

I'm trying to survive.
He wanted to hurt me.

Well, you hurt him.

And you hurt me.

I loved you.

- More than I've ever...
- Then you hurt me.

Look at me, Joe.

Sometimes...

we hurt the one we love.

Right?

You're not afraid Love will hurt you.

You're afraid you'll hurt her.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

No. Please stay.

Please.

Stay.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

Hendy was right.

Dr. Daniel, one impressive microsurgeon.

Thank goodness for these pain pills.

They're gonna block out
more than one type of pain tonight.

Knocking out Anavrin's security cameras
will cover up another.

Sometimes I wonder
if I understand love at all.

The thing transforms us.

But into what?

Love turned me into something else
back then with Beck.

My hope now...

is that you can turn me
into something better.

Because of this is all I am,

I may as well turn myself into Candace.

♪ All of your love
Give me your love, give me your love ♪

♪ Give me your blood
Give me your blood, give me your blood ♪

♪ It's all that I want... ♪

♪ Give me your blood
until I want no more... ♪

♪ Anything else of the world before... ♪

♪ Give me your blood
till I want no more ♪

♪ Give me your blood
until I can't remember ♪

♪ Anything else of the world before ♪

Hey.

Wow, it smells amazing in here.

I did not just make you an entire meal.

I am angry and embarrassed

and I shouldn't have texted you back.

I just...

I was just also hungry, so I... you know...

I'm glad you kissed me.

It did not seem like it.

I was.

I was also freaked out,

not because you did it,
but because of how it felt.

I didn't expect...

you.

This.

I wasn't looking...

for this.

I want it, but I can't...

have it...

right now with you...

or... or anyone.

She really hurt you, huh?

Mm.

No.

No, I hurt her.

I really hurt her.

So you understand, I can't...

Did you wanna hurt her?

No.

Of course not.

So what I'm hearing is that two adults...

both knowing the risks...

I don't think she knew.

Okay, well, you know,
none of us know anything.

You know?
But you put on your big girl pants

and we give things a shot.

I have to believe that hurting her was
the last thing you wanted to do, right?

- That was a question.
- Yeah, that's right.

- Okay.
- Right.

How about I take care of me...

you take care of you...

I try not to hurt you,
you try not to hurt me.

You know, what else is there?

I'm just...

I'm... I'm afraid.

Yeah.

Relationships are scary.

You don't get all that goodness
and possibility with zero risk.

But, Will...

you cannot hurt me.

I want to believe that.

Okay.

Thank you.

I just...

- Just come here.
- Okay.

Look, to be honest,

I feel...

so shitty...

about the way it went with her.

So I can't...

I can't...

till she's...

really gone.

No, it's valid.

Yeah, no, I...

Okay, two things.

One...

friends.

Okay, friends can be good.

We can just call this a friendship.

That might help.

Okay, great.

Poof, friends.

And two...

I felt the same way about James.

And I don't want to sound corny,
but I did this thing,

where I took a bunch of his stuff
and I put in a box and I...

let it go in the ocean.

I'm not really one to hold on to things.

It's not... Um...

You could just, you know, write a note.

A goodbye.

Burn it.

Something.

And I would help you.

Friends support each other.

Whatever you call us...

it feels right.

Because we're an "us."

And if we are an "us,"

then, dare I say it...

this...

this is home for now.

And I should probably be a good neighbor.

Oh...

Try that guy.
These two are full and that one...

Eats the quarters, yeah.

You don't have to be all nice.

I feel bad, like I did something.

No, it's not you, you were just
in the line of fire when Henderson...

We go back.
We met, like, eight years ago

when I was dancing at this bar downtown.

Not just to do it, but because I was
actually pursuing something.

I wanted to be Carrie Fisher.
She's such a great writer.

But I was stuck in Covina
and my mom was such a cunt,

and one day, I was just like, "Fuck it."

Let me get a fake ID and get out of here

"and go follow my dreams."

It's hard to imagine her
with dreams.

Henderson was cool.

He, like, gave me copies
of Syd Field, Save the Cat.

And he was like, "You're actually good,"

which nobody ever...

And I had heard, or whatever,

that he had young girls around,

but I just thought
I was talented and special.

One day, I was at his place,

and I had, like, three sips of beer,

and I got so fucked up.

Eight years ago? You were, like...

Seventeen.

Anyway, I remember being like,

"How is it ten p.m.?"

And I look down and...

my skirt was pulled up.

So you're saying Henderson...

Or, hey, maybe my skirt just rode up.

Have you ever tried...?

To what? Tell anyone? No.

Who?

I tried to do a story years later,
but nobody would talk to me.

Guess why? They're all like I was.

Underage...

strippers...

not white...

The world would eat them alive.

And that's why I don't lose
a drop of sleep

on any of these motherfuckers
I write about.

They all deserve it.

My math says 49% of humanity
deserves to die in a fire.

Don't do that. You, like...

You nod as if you're somehow
not one of them.

Well, let me give you the gift of honesty.

You...

act nice because you're not.

And I may not know
what kind of bad you are...

but I got my radar the hard way.

So...

stay the fuck away from me
and my sister, okay?

Have a fantastic day.

Tell me I didn't eat those.

Do you know...

how much oxidative stress
those things put on your body?

I'm guessing a shower
is out of the question?

Did you say Jasper came around?

I paid the man.

And he went on his way.

If things were different,
I'd say I owe you 50 grand.

- Why? You got it laying around somewhere?
- Nice try.

It's spent.

- What were you thinking?
- Honestly...

a little while ago I fell in love.

And she needed help.

So I just did it.

You've been putting meds
in my drinks, huh?

That's green juice.

Thanks.

Well, my current reality is...

suboptimal, but even so,

upgrade from where I was.

At one point,
I thought I saw you murder a guy.

Crazy town.

Well, glad to have you back.

I guess it's goodbye, Beck.

I'm sorry.

I really am.

Goodbye, you.

How did that feel?

Like a good first step.

Still can't wait to tell our story
to our kids.

How we decided to walk before we ran.

Started out as friends.

The past...

is prologue.

I made mistakes, yes.

And I'll learn from them.

Prove...

I'm worthy...

of you.

Hey, should I open another bottle?

I know we'll get there.

I'm optimistic.

It's just...

who I am.

Subtitle by Matheus Modesto