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[dance music playing]

[excited chatter]

[laughter]

JJ: Hey. Uh, we got to go.

We got to go. We got to go.

[siren wailing in distance]

[dance music continues inside]

Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on.

Get in, get in. Get in.

[somber music playing]

[grunts, panting]

I swiped his phone.

Just in case we needed a ride.

I know a place where we can lay low for a while.

Uh, the Rosslyn, please.

[woman wailing in distance]

[baby crying]

[man grunting]

[clears throat] I'm gonna, I'm gonna get us a room.

Just wait here, okay?

MAN: Welcome to the Rosslyn.

JJ: Hey, um...

[chatter continues indistinctly]

No Wi-Fi, no cable.

The last time there was a reno here, it was, like, 1983.

Shit.

Just in case.

- [panting]

[knocking on door]

- Wait, wait, wait. D...

- It's okay, it's okay.

Hey. Yeah.

4Chan meets TaskRabbit.

It's a thing.

Burner phones. Untraceable.

- I'm assuming this isn't for you.

- No, it's not.

Um, I think, I think, uh, he found us on the train

using, uh, facial recognition software,

so you, uh, got to change your look up.

- Oh, yeah, I'll really blend in.

- It's better than being spotted by the almost five million cameras in this city.

Oh, I got you something. Well, not you.

I got, um, uh, Pebbles something.

So we don't lose her.

It's got a heart on it. - [laughs softly]

[grunts]

[Pebbles whines, whimpers]

We're gonna need to get that lawyer.

He's gonna find us sooner or later.

- Okay. I'm on it.

D-Do you need help with that?

- No, I got it.

- Okay.

Well, I think we're in business.

There's this thing called Legal L.A.

They're open 24/7, and, uh, they're "the-the best

affordable criminal attorneys in Los Angeles."

- Wow.

Is that common knowledge? - No.

Well, I just, I just read it off of a... Yelp review.

- Did you find this place off Yelp?

- Agent 7-Eleven never reveals his secrets.

- [grunts]

- Seriously. Do you, do you need my help?

- Okay.

[siren wailing in distance]

- Deep breath in.

- [inhales]

- I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

[phone vibrating]

Hey, hey, uh...

This is good news. We... uh, we have an attorney.

Attorney Marquez. She-she says she can meet us here,

uh, like, tonight, like, in an hour.

- [quietly]: Oh, my God.

[gasps] - Yeah.

Uh, she just needs, uh... she just needs, uh...

She needs our full names.

So, uh...

Uh, your first and last name.

First and last name. - Uh, yeah, yeah.

Uh, Clare Johnson.

- Okay.

[phone clicks, whooshes]

[phone vibrating]

Yeah, okay, so she'll meet us at the coffee shop

on Main and 5th.

[quietly]: Main and 5th.

[mutters softly]

Uh, uh, I just realized

I haven't introduced myself, actually, officially.

Jay Irfani, but, uh, everyone calls me JJ.

- Clare.

Um, are you, are you pretty much done?

I-I want to lie down.

- Yeah.

Why didn't you, uh,

want to give me your full name earlier?

[light switch clicks]

I got, I got you a...

I got your phone.

Um, it has my number in it already if you need to text me.

I also, uh...

put a tracker in it.

Just in case.

- Why?

- Just in case I...

...I lose you.

I can always find you.

♪

[phone ringing]

- Hello? Hello?

Yeah.

Wait, uh... u-uh... Wait, I don't understand.

Yes. Clare... Clare Johnson.

Yeah, she's from Kansas. But why?

Look, I don't, uh, I don't know anything about that.

But I... Hello? [phone clicks]

[phone beeps] - Who was that?

- Uh, it was our lawyer.

She's not taking the case,

because she said that you've done this before?

With your high school teacher?

You accused him of-of stalking you, but you were lying.

The court said that you were lying.

Is that true, Clare?

[quietly]: Fuck.

- Wait. Wait, JJ. Wait.

- I don't even know you. - You know...

- I don't even know if this guy is real.

- You know that he's real. You saw him on the train.

- I didn't see shit. - I'm not making this up.

There was a gunshot.

A fucking gunshot. - I... I never saw him!

Do you understand? I didn't see him!

- I-I'm not... No, I'm not... - No! Don't touch me.

- I'm not crazy.

- You didn't shoot that cop's tires out, did you?

You fucking killed him, didn't you?

- [shuddering breaths]

- Answer me!

What happened with you and your high school teacher?

What the fuck happened? Did you lie about it?

Did you lie? Is that what you did?

- [quietly]: I'm not crazy.

No, please... - No. Don't touch me.

- No, please. Please don't...

Please don't go.