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[tense music]

♪ ♪

- Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God.

Oh, yeah.

Sure, that's cool.

A really creepy alley

where they can find my body.

That's good.

Can I have maybe

one final request?

Like a vodka, or a please don't

kill me sort of a request?

♪ ♪

- I have had

a really rough day,

so just get on the ground,

palms down,

and tell me

where the hell it is.

- The money?

- Yeah.

- I don't know.

I am just a flight attendant.

Okay?

I slept with a guy who I met--

- Okay, that is a bottle.

This is a gun.

[gun clicks]

Now tell me,

who do you work for?

- Imperial Atlantic.

- Do not tell me that you're

a fucking flight attendant

again.

- [gasps]

- People want me dead,

and all I want is

the fucking money.

So where is it?

- I don't know.

All I know is that you are

a homicidal crazy person

who's gonna kill me right now

the same way you killed Alex,

and Sabrina, and who knows--

- Sabrina?

I didn't kill Sabrina

or the FBI agent

who was following you around.

- Checkered tie guy is dead?

- Stop acting!

I didn't kill either of them.

And I sure as hell

didn't kill Alex.

You did.

- [chuckles]

[dramatic musical sting]

- No, I didn't, no.

No, I did not kill him, okay,

Miranda, or Elena, or whatever

the hell your name is, okay?

- Elena?

How do you know that name?

- [stammers]

My friend, Max, we found

pictures of dead people

in the Lionfish servers,

and it was Alex,

and it was me, and it was you.

- Oh, my God.

You really are just

a flight attendant, aren't you?

- Yes.

- Wow.

We are so fucked.

- What?

- [laughs manically]

So fucked!

f

♪ ♪

Okay, I need you to tell me

everything that happened

with Alex in that hotel suite.

No detail is too small.

- No, you know what?

First, you need to tell me

about Alex.

I know you smuggle weapons,

and I know

he helped you launder money,

and I know about Lionfish.

All that stuff, so--

- Okay, that is quite a lot.

- Yeah.

- I thought you said

you were

just a flight attendant.

- Don't underestimate

flight attendants, okay?

We do more than serve drinks.

We're here for your safety.

So until you answer

my questions,

I'm not answering yours.

- Fine.

[sighs]

A few weeks ago,

I had drinks with Alex,

probably too many,

and I complained about my boss,

and I probably said too much

about the smuggling operation.

And then, all of a sudden,

Alex is shocked and very angry.

- He's angry?

What does that mean?

What, he didn't know he was

working with criminals?

Or what?

- Well, no.

I mean, Alex is a boy scout.

His parents kept him

in the dark about Unisphere--

this is a bar.

You can't just whip out

your purse vodka.

- Please just keep talking

about how Alex was good.

- I also enjoy being good.

- Holy shit.

- So yeah, I fucked up.

You know, said too much,

and he started digging,

and then, he was broken

'cause he found out

Mommy and Daddy were dirty.

- I--

- Shut up.

- What?

No.

This is where

you come in, right?

Alex decides to be a hero,

and he hides a bunch

of his clients' money,

then flies off to Bangkok.

[laughter]

- Sorry.

- Okay.

Next round's on me, okay?

Let's just pray that my credit

card does not get declined.

I'll be right back.

- [chuckles]

- Alex, I have hidden it

from Victor for now,

but you didn't

just take from us, right?

Your other clients will want

your head on a stick.

- And they'll hunt me down

like you did?

- Or maybe they already have.

This blonde could be anyone

sent to seduce you.

- [scoffs]

Please, come on.

Plus, if they want

their money back,

they can't touch me.

It's like insurance.

- Are you going

to the authorities?

- I don't know yet,

but it feels great

that I did something.

It feels fantastic

that I didn't just sit back

and say, "Oh, well,

I guess I'm a criminal now."

I deserve shots.

- Just give me the money,

right?

I'll just tell Victor that,

you know, it was a mistake.

- Or you'll keep it

for yourself.

- Please.

- Guys, guess what?

My card wasn't declined,

so I got multiple drinks.

Cheers.

It's so nice to meet you.

And cheers to you.

You're so cute.

- He was right, by the way.

I was trying to get the money

for myself.

- Okay, well,

I don't remember any of that.

- Seriously,

how are you not dead yet?

- Well, that's

a very good point.

- Please, just--if you didn't

kill everyone, then who did?

- I think my boss, Victor,

was behind all of this.

And he must've figured out

that I stayed in New York

when he told me to leave,

and, you know,

he hired a goon

to murder me in my car,

and he probably used

his pet psychopath, Feliks,

to kill Alex.

- I was killed by a Feliks?

- Yeah, Victor said

he had a contingency plan

for you.

Huh.

Feliks is now your problem.

He's probably out

looking for you right now.

Sorry.

- Okay, um...

I think I'm understanding this

a little bit

and I really, really

don't wanna get killed,

so, um, I think I have an idea.

- Cassie.

- Miranda, listen.

We can still

help each other out.

- Cassie, Cassie,

what the fuck are you doing?

- Okay, I know this looks

like a bad situation,

but hear me out.

- You really think I'd be

out there if you felt like

things were going well?

- I've been listening to you.

I'm trying

to make better choices.

- You're day drinking

with a woman who kills people.

- Oh, my God,

I'm barely even drinking.

- We both know

you haven't hit the bottom

even if you don't admit it.

- Alex, I cannot keep

living in fear, okay?

Or I will go crazy,

and I know this looks insane,

but this woman

has information I need.

- I don't want you to get hurt.

- But she didn't shoot me.

- [sighs]

- I promise to be careful.

But can you please keep your

negative attitude to yourself?

And stay out of my way.

- I'm waiting for the master

plan that keeps us alive.

♪ ♪

- Another dead end

with Lionfish.

- You're still digging?

- Aren't you the one

who said this would be

a good project for me?

- Right, but how many dead ends

do you have to hit

before you realize

it's not a thing?

Especially now?

- What does that mean?

- I'm glad you asked.

I requested info

on Cassandra Bowden

from all

law enforcement agencies,

and it turns out

she's cracking.

Drunk and disorderly,

vandalism.

Trying to steal

a mechanical pony.

- You got this from NYPD?

- Mm-hmm.

- She has a tail agent.

Why aren't we hearing

about this from Chavez?

- That guy is such a flake.

- Why don't you track him down?

Remind him what his job is?

- Fuck.

Ignore me, please.

I'm sorry.

I'm just, um...

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to say fuck.

[phone chimes]

[exciting music]

♪ ♪

Motherfucker.

[sighs]

- Okay, I think

she's coming down.

- I know I agreed to this,

but now

that we are out in the open,

it is feeling less

like a good idea.

- Listen, this is

the best plan.

Annie's amazing.

She's gonna help us.

No matter how mad she is at me,

she's--she'll do

the right thing.

- And you're sure

we can trust her?

- I don't even know

if I can trust you.

- Fair point.

- So let's--

- ♪ I need, I need you ♪

- Oh, I'm sorry.

Is that very important?

- It is actually.

It's my friend

I got arrested with.

I don't want him to worry.

I just--sorry, I'm...

Buckley? Hey.

- Oh, my God.

Hi, are you okay?

Where are you?

I'll come meet you.

- Oh, no, no.

I'm home sleeping it off,

you know?

[knocks]

- Okay, you know

you don't have to lie to me.

Look, um,

look, I feel like we have

something kind of amazing,

and, um, I wanna see you.

- All right,

that's a little intense,

and I mean,

you don't really know me.

- But the stuff I do know

is great.

- Okay, getting drunk

and arrested?

Not great.

- No.

We don't have

to always do that, Cassie.

What about, um--

what about running away

together?

I know I was drunk,

but I meant that.

- I really like you,

like, maybe a lot,

but I'm realizing I only

call you when I'm drunk,

or sad, or lonely;

that's not good.

- Cassie, that means

I make you feel better.

- My life is a lot right now,

okay?

And I need to make

different choices.

- And I can be

a different choice for you.

- Listen, two weeks ago,

I would've thought

this was fucking perfect,

okay, but...

I think we gotta stop before

this gets really started.

[solemn music]

♪ ♪

- I, um, I don't understand.

- I don't really understand

either, to be honest.

- Thanks

for clearing things up.

- No, I'm so--

Don't even--please.

- Is that her?

She doesn't look very happy.

- Annie.

Thank you so much

for coming out--thank you.

How is--how is Max doing?

- Oh, he got hit by a car.

Didn't you know?

I'm so sorry.

I thought you knew.

- Listen, I said some really

horrible things to you.

I-I was very drunk,

which is no excuse.

I was very drunk,

but no matter how much shit

you and I have on the table,

I still love you.

I--I--I love you so much,

and I'm--

I am sorry for everything,

but especially for Max.

I know how much you love him,

and it was my fault.

I made a terrible choice.

I put him in danger,

and I regret

every second of it.

I do, and you have to know how

badly I want him to be okay.

Please know that.

- No, yeah.

Yeah, I--I--I know that.

I know that.

- I am so sorry.

- Fuck.

Uh, I was...

very scared about Max.

- I know.

- Fuck, Cass.

I don't...

[sighs]

Even at the end of my rope,

I should--I--

I should have tried to help.

I should've fucking listened.

I'm sorry.

I was really fucking angry.

- I know, and I'm so--

- Sorry to interrupt

the Lifetime movie of the week,

but we are--

you know,

we don't have much time.

- Uh-huh, okay.

Cool.

Um, I'm sorry.

Who is this?

- This is Miranda.

The Miranda.

- Um, so, she's,

like, a real person?

- I told you she was real.

But remember, I told you.

- I know that you told me

she was real.

Hi.

Did you pick

into my friend's apartment?

- Definitely, yes.

For work.

- For work, for work.

She did it for work.

- She knows the truth.

Listen to me.

Listen to me, she knows

that Alex was killed

over stolen money,

which completely exonerates me,

so in exchange for her help,

we need you to negotiate

protection for her.

- She wants immunity?

- Yeah.

You can do that, right?

I told her you could do that.

Listen, she's got info for

the FBI that she could trade.

I'm talking Lionfish, weapons.

There's a lot of stuff.

- Um...

Have you ever

committed a crime?

- Yes.

- Have you ever knowingly lied

to a law enforcement officer?

- Yes.

- Have you ever

stolen identities,

traveled under

falsified documents,

ever carried an illegal weapon?

- Yeah, to all of that.

Yes.

- Okay, have you ever

killed someone?

- Definitely, yes.

Yesterday was the most recent.

- Okay, yesterday.

- I know, Annie.

She knows the truth.

This could help me.

- I get that, but, um, I can't

just walk someone like her

into the FBI

and, like, magically

make this all go away.

Are you kidding?

- Uh, well, you said

she could help, so--

- Okay, listen,

you defend all those mob wives.

Why not her?

- Because she fucking straight

up legit killed people, Cassie.

- Oh, God.

- Also, there's,

like, a tiny glitch

'cause I don't exactly have

the muscle of the firm

behind me at the moment, so--

- What do you mean?

What does that mean?

- I quit.

- What?

- I quit, I don't know.

Fucking crisis of morality,

psychotic break.

Does it even matter?

I quit, so--

- Annie--

- Don't worry about that.

It's not--

- I was hoping

that you could maybe...

[mischievous music]

Anything.

- [groans, stammers]

No--I mean, yes.

Yes, okay.

Okay, um, no.

Okay, yeah--no.

We can figure something out.

It might take a little longer.

But I mean, I'm still

a motherfucking lawyer, right?

- Right.

- Okay, so, um...

Here's the plan.

Uh...

You're gonna go to a hotel,

the Mondrian,

and you're gonna wait there.

And just let me

make some calls, okay?

I'm gonna make some calls.

- She's gonna help us.

She's gonna take a little time

like she said, okay?

So give it a sec here.

- So if we sit in a hotel,

Feliks will find and kill you

and probably me,

just like he did Alex.

And your friend

doesn't seem very confident.

Look--shit.

You tried to help me.

I'm gonna try to help you.

I'm gonna run,

and you can come too.

If you want.

- I'm sorry, what?

You're gonna run away

right now?

- I can get us

out of the country,

off of Feliks' radar,

and then, um,

maybe go to Toronto.

- I'm not going to Toronto.

- Or Montreal.

It really

doesn't fucking matter.

- But Annie will--

- If Victor finds out

that Annie's trying to help,

he will come after her,

and you don't want her

to end up like Max.

If we're going,

we need to go now,

so go and tell her something,

anything,

or I leave you behind

and good luck.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- We're--we're gonna do

the hotel thing that you said.

Um--

- Okay, good.

- Mondrian?

And...I'm just gonna check in

under Alessandra Ricci.

- Okay, good.

Cass, just please,

please promise me

that you will just stay safe

and wait there, okay?

- Yes, I will.

- Okay, good.

Okay, good.

Okay, Jesus.

- I love you.

- I love you too.

We'll just figure it out.

[ringtone chimes]

- Hey.

- Hey, how's it going?

What do you need?

- Oh, um, I was

just checking on you.

Um, is everything okay?

You--you, uh, left this morning

in such a rush.

- Oh, yeah, yeah,

Robbie just needed some, uh--

some help with some specs.

- Oh, good.

- Megan, they think

there's some sort of malware

on my computer.

Um, and they got a whole team

of people here

that are trying to decode it.

Sweetheart, it's--

it's looking like--

like some spyware

from North Korean government.

- I mean, how would

North Korea even--

- I don't know.

- No.

No.

No, no, no, no, no.

I mean, you work

at a tech company.

Why would they even--

- Sweetheart,

we do government contracts,

all right?

They think it's computer

espionage or something.

Honey, I think

they think I did it.

- You?

Never, never.

I mean, how dare

they even suggest that.

- But it's my computer, Meg.

My laptop.

You're the only one

that uses it besides me.

[sinister music]

♪ ♪

- Yeah, but...

f

I mean,

Bill, it--Bill?

Honey, are you still there?

- Megan?

- Yes?

- When, uh--

when you asked me to bring

my computer home, did...

No.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

- Bill, you need to relax,

okay?

I mean, why don't you

just come home early

and we'll just talk

all of this out?

- Megan, did--

sweetie, did you do this?

- Honey, you know I just want

the best for us, right?

You know that, right?

And...I know that

you would never do anything

to hurt me.

Would you?

Bill?

- Uh, no.

- Even if I--

[dial tone]

- Please tell me

we're not here to talk to God.

I don't think I could

handle that right now.

- I didn't get

to pick the place.

- I'm having an

existential crisis in a church.

What is happening with my life?

- Okay, my contact

agreed to meet.

If we don't worry,

we'll be late.

- Okay, hold on.

I gotta take this.

What are you doing?

- Just give me it.

Give me it.

Just give me it.

- Hey, it's me.

- Hey, hey, Cassie.

Did you get out?

Uh, are you home, or--

- Yes, yes, I am.

[stammers]

I posted bail.

It was a huge misunderstanding.

So--

- Okay.

The--those sound

like church bells.

- Uh, yeah, it is.

Um...

It's next door.

It's new.

- Uh-huh.

- Listen.

I just wanna let you know

that I'm okay.

- [sighs]

I was talking to Rick.

Um...do you want me

to come out there?

Because I will if you think

it's a good idea.

- No, no, thank you.

Thank you

for even offering that.

I love you so much.

Listen.

I promise I'm gonna call you

really, really soon.

And we're--what are you--

- Thank you.

- That is my brother, okay?

And you have no idea

how fucked up it is

that I just had

to lie to him again.

- I just turned off

location services.

Total amateur hour.

- I am an amateur.

- You are leaving

everything behind--everything.

You don't get to say goodbye.

That's not how this works.

- Okay, well, you know what?

I'm not quite ready for that

yet, okay?

- You already live your life

like you're on the run.

You'll adjust.

[car horns honking]

Shit, okay.

Come on, let's go.

We'll be late.

- Okay, if everyone

can have a seat.

We're gonna get started.

- Really, we have to wait

until after Bible study

to meet this person?

- Shut up.

- Welcome, everyone.

My name is Sarah,

and I'm an alcoholic.

- Oh, fuck no.

- No.

- Are you--are you fucking--

- We get the help you need

to get out of this right here,

so just sit down

and don't draw attention.

Sarah, is my contact,

so we have to wait.

- Okay, good, can we just go

interrupt her real quick?

- No, we can't

fucking interrupt her.

Just sit up and act normal,

for fucking hell.

- ...singleness of purpose

and our third tradition,

which says the only requirement

of AA...

- Hey.

- [gasps]

- Are you sure you don't want

to use this opportunity

to speak up?

I think newcomers

are encouraged to participate.

- Okay, this is a meeting

for alcoholics.

We've gone over this.

I'm not an alcoholic.

I'm just trying

to not get murdered here, so--

- You're trying to do every

reckless thing on the planet

in one day.

- Shut up, shut up.

Stop telling me what I'm doing.

- Somebody has to.

- Oh, really, and that's you?

You know, you're the reason

I'm even in this mess.

I'm doing this for you!

- You seem tense.

Maybe have another drink

to calm your nerves.

One more.

- Really?

You pick now to do this to me?

- What was all that stuff you

said to Davey last night, huh?

Was it all just talk?

'Cause you lied to him again.

- I had to.

You know, you love to take

everything out of context

and just twist

every word I say.

- I get it--you're just waiting

for someone else

to stop drinking for you.

- I have barely had anything

to drink today.

Fuck you!

- Of course, I couldn't tell

my boss I didn't remember

anything from the dinner.

It was so embarrassing.

And the story started to come

back to me from other people.

I received an email from

a coworker about my behavior.

- What is wrong with you?

- [sighs]

So much talk.

Blah, blah, blah, when has

talking ever fixed anything?

[panting]

[car horn honking]

[laughter]

[gasps]

Whoo, whoo!

Sorry--I'm sorry.

I'm gonna--I'm not supposed

to be in this room.

I'm actually

in the wrong place--

- It can be hard.

It is hard.

But this is a safe space

to share.

- Uh, yeah, no, I'm not gonna--

I'm not gonna share right now.

See, you all are very--

you really change your lives.

It's very beautiful

and just super important,

but I don't--I don't wanna--

I don't need to take that step,

so I'm just gonna head out.

- You're new, right?

It's okay.

You're okay.

What's your name?

- Um, what--my name?

My name--my name is Alessandra,

and I am not an alcoholic,

so sorry about the rest of you.

My dad--my dad might've been.

Might have had

a little bit of a problem,

but--whoa, don't know

why I just said that.

But you're all staring.

Wow, you're all...

Well, you're all staring at me,

so I don't know

what you want from me.

Fuck.

Oh, God, fuck.

- ♪ Yeah, it's a big,

bright, beautiful world ♪

[panting]

Oh.

Oh, God!

[screaming]

- ♪ Six billion

beautiful faces ♪

♪ But I saw them all before ♪

- [panting]

[car horn honking]

[screaming]

- ♪ And I don't want ♪

♪ Another run around ♪

♪ I want this to be the end ♪

- [cackles]

- ♪ I want this

to be the end ♪

- [screams]

[crashing]

[car horn honking]

Dad.

Dad?

Daddy?

Daddy!

[distorted voice]

Daddy, daddy.

I don't wanna be here.

[screams]

[eerie music]

♪ ♪

No, no, no, no.

Alex, don't.

I'm...oh, my God.

[crying]

I never told anyone

what really happened.

Not my mom, not Davey.

No one.

Never told anyone that.

Everyone found out

about the crash later that day,

and...everyone said what

a terrible tragedy it was,

and what a fuckup my dad was,

but...

No one knew

it was actually my fault.

- Cassie, how--

- Alex.

- How is this possibly

your fault?

- Because I was

his drinking buddy.

He only drank like that

when he was with me.

I'm the reason that he's--

that he's dead

because he was

spending that time with me.

- No.

- Yes!

Yes.

f

And I didn't want anyone

to look at me

and to know,

so I...

I just ran away.

Like it--

like it never

actually happened to me.

Just like I did with you.

Like I--

like I do with everything,

I just--I--

I--I--I just run away

from everything.

And I...

I just don't want to anymore.

I...

I don't wanna feel

like this anymore.

[stammers]

I can't feel this way anymore.

[gasps, panting]

- Hey.

- "Hey"?

You were hit by a car,

you fucking idiot.

I was terrified.

You don't just get to say hey

when you just...

Fuck it.

I love you.

- Whoa.

Did you just say

you love me--

- Yeah, shut up.

Hey.

- Hey.

I love you.

So am I, like,

your boyfriend now?

- Okay, you know what?

It's just I love you, okay?

It's not, um...

Just--you need to calm down,

you know?

I'm not, like, an entirely

different person now,

and you're ruining

a very cute moment, so...

- How's Cassie?

- I don't know.

That's, um...

s very big question.

- Is she okay?

- Well, she just showed up

with Miranda.

And I agreed to help her--

- With Miranda?

- But I called the hotel,

and she hasn't checked in,

and she isn't

answering her phone,

and she somehow figured out

how to turn off

her "Find a Friend,"

which means

Miranda must have

helped her do that.

- Oh, boy, that's

a lot of information,

and I'm still on morphine.

- I just--I feel like

if she's, you know,

pulling some insane Cassie shit

to try and save her own ass,

I'm just gonna be--

- Or she's trying to protect you

by keeping you out of it.

- Fuck.

I don't know.

I feel like there has

to be something that I can do.

I feel like I need to help,

and there has to be something

I can do to help, but

I just don't know what to do

if she's...

Okay, Max, I need you to

tell me exactly where you were

when you got hit.

- [sighs]

Fuck.

Fucking hell.

What the fuck was that?

Hmm?

- Listen, I'm sorry for--

I'm sorry for freaking out

back there, but Miranda,

I'm not just gonna leave

the country and hide, okay?

I know this sounds crazy,

but what if we didn't run?

- Then we'll die.

- Okay, between the two of us,

we've got to be able

to figure something out.

- Then we'll still die.

- You have made that option

crystal clear.

Isn't there any other way

besides us just disappearing

forever?

- Ten minutes ago, you were

running down the corridor

like a crazy person.

- Yeah, well, now I'm not.

I'm not running anymore.

I've been running

my entire life.

I'm done.

- Okay, okay, okay.

Okay, look.

I'm gonna be honest with you,

okay?

I think maybe

you're losing your mind,

and I kind of begrudgingly

respect everything that

you have managed to pull off

so far.

But, you know,

eventually Feliks

is gonna catch up to you.

He's relentless,

and believe it or not,

Cassie,

I don't wanna see you dead.

You can run off, and hide,

and live to fight another day,

or just live.

I mean,

that should be enough for you.

That's--that's enough,

isn't it?

- That's a really

beautiful speech,

but I'm just not buying it.

Because deep down,

you still think

I'm gonna lead you

to that money, don't you?

That's what you've been after

this whole time.

- Well, since acting

was never my strong point,

so maybe

we could just live here

in this

Sunday school classroom.

Forever.

- Okay, okay, okay.

Um...

Okay, what about this?

What if we approached

one of Lionfish's rivals?

- They'll kill us.

- Is that your answer

to everything?

Why would they kill us?

- Because they are bad people.

But if you had the money--

- Look, I'm sorry.

But even being blackout drunk,

I would've noticed

piles of cash

around that hotel room.

He didn't have it.

- Hmm, that's adorable.

But it wouldn't be

actual money, right?

He'd have squirreled it away

in some

double encrypted account,

or Bitcoin, or--

- Okay, so what

would he have with him?

- Maybe numbers in his phone?

But that's not secure,

so maybe something analog

like a ledger or a notebook?

[exciting music]

- Oh.

So you go on and on

about how great this book is,

and then I find out you write

all your own little notes

in the margin.

- [stammers]

It helps me think.

It's how I read books, okay?

- Uh, no, sorry.

No, I must protect

this literary classic

from all your scribbling.

- Oh, you mean steal it.

- I didn't steal it.

It's right there hidden,

just away from you.

- It's okay.

Sometimes a little stealing

can be good.

- Oh.

- Yeah.

It might even

make you feel great.

- Oh, my God.

I know where it is.

- What do you mean?

- It.

- The money?

- Yeah.

- Well, where is it?

- We're gonna go

get it together.

- Well, so what?

You still don't trust me?

- No, not even at all.

Let's go.

- Okay.

It's a bit much.

[eerie music]

♪ ♪

- See you later, Mom.

- Huh?

Oh.

[percussive music]

♪ ♪

- Hello, Kitty.

Come on.

It's...

No--fuck.

Fuck!

Hey.

Kids, you guys have, um--

you have small hands, right?

- Yeah.

- Sweet.

Who wants to make 20 bucks?

- Bangkok Police

reconstructed the bottle

they think is the murder weapon

and they pulled a print.

- Really?

- They don't have a match

in the Thai system,

so they're sending it to us.

Since we both know deep down

it's gonna come back

as Cassie Bowden's print--

- We both know that?

- Yeah, we do.

So I'm just gonna go

sit in the print lab

and wait until we have a match.

- Oh, where are we

with Agent Chavez?

- We haven't found him yet.

He's gonna get an earful.

Oh, and we put a new tail

on Bowden's apartment

until she shows up.

- But this Chavez thing,

that doesn't strike you as odd

that he just went quiet?

- Why, you wanna put out

a BOLO on our own agent?

f

♪ ♪

- Hello?

Okay, okay, come in.

Come in, come in.

- Oh, right, an open shower.

That's a choice.

- Well, you know Annie.

She likes to surprise people.

I don't know.

- So if she has the money,

why didn't she give it

to us earlier?

- Because I think

it's, uh, in a book.

Feliks did not find it

in Bangkok because...

I took it.

- You took it?

- Yes.

Maybe some drunk excuse

to see Alex again.

I don't know, but here.

- "Crime and Punishment."

Huh.

That was missing

from Alex's place.

- Okay.

- "Would not one tiny crime

be wiped out

by a thousand good deeds?"

Accounts and encryption.

Alex was a real piece of work.

- Oh, so is this it?

Is this what everyone's

been looking for?

- Yes.

Finally, we have options.

- Oh, my God.

[tense music]

- Shit.

- Oh, my God.

No, no!

Push it!

[screams]

- Oh, my God.

- Here.

- Seriously?

That only works in the movies.

- How am I supposed to know?

- All right, there's gotta be

another way out of here.

- There's a fire escape.

Just come on, get the book.

Get the book,

get the book, get the book.

Come on, come on, come on.

- All right.

Okay.

- Oh, my God.

Okay, you probably do this

all the time, right?

- No, this is

completely insane.

- Okay.

- [grunts]

Wait--you didn't jump!

- Nobody said

we were jumping yet.

- Miranda, you said

he's trying to kill us.

Do you really wanna

fight him right now?

Jump!

Let's go!

- [grunts]

- Oh, shit.

Miranda, oh, my God.

You--you didn't die.

That's great.

Okay, let's go.

Oh, my God.

- Oh, no.

- What, what?

- Oh, my God.

I dropped the book.

- What?

- Oh, shut up.

He's got the book, which

means Victor's got the book,

which means we're both dead

for nothing.

- Well, I'm not

just gonna give up, okay?

I've come way too far.

I have lied to people.

I crashed a memorial service.

[stammers]

I snuck on a private jet.

I hacked a fucking--

- Yeah, all right, okay, well,

let me tell you about Feliks.

He has killed women, children.

- Oh, my God.

- Victor told me that

when Feliks was young,

everyone at his boys home

was freaked out

because he gutted

a bunch of cats

and then hung them from a tree.

f

♪ ♪

Cassie?

- Um, I...

- [distorted voice]

♪ Imagine crazed ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Like a space cadet ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Behave ♪

♪ Don't get ahead ♪

- Holy shit.

- ♪ Got nothing in my way ♪

♪ But I make believe ♪

- Oh, okay, I don't think

Feliks saw us,

but, um,

he's gonna be on us again.

So where are we gonna go?

Where are we gonna go?

Where are we gonna go?

- Fuck.

- Okay, okay,

what the fuck are you doing?

- What?

I don't...

What am I doing?

I don't--

I don't fucking know

what I'm doing.

[screams]

Motherfucker psychopath!

[both grunt]

Oh, my God.

This guy that I am seeing

had a lot of sex with me,

and then lied to me, and then

just tried to murder us,

so I'm, um--I might need to--

I need to do this for a second.

- You know, he had many chances

to kill you, and he didn't,

so there must be a reason.

- Oh, my God, he is so sick.

This is so sick!

He literally said he wanted

to run away with me.

Was anything he said

actually real?

[groans]

Okay.

That's fine.

I'm fine.

- Oh, no.

You look totally fine.

- Whatever, whatever.

I know you've never--

you never actually met Feliks,

right?

But you know his history?

Like, how he works.

Can we use that, or--

- Oh, yeah.

I am familiar with his work.

He is fully

a creature of habit.

Like some really

bloody Pavlov stuff.

- He actually doesn't know

that I know he's Feliks,

so can we use that

to maybe, like, to trap him?

I have to work

my Rome flight tonight.

You know, he's gonna fucking

know I'm on the flight, so--

- He will follow you anywhere.

- Okay.

So if we know

where he's gonna be,

can we be ready for him?

- Okay, just shut up.

Just give me a second.

I need to think.

Okay, what about, um...

No, we'll both be dead.

Do you have any type

of close combat training?

- What?

No.

Why would I have any--what?

- All right, forget it.

It's fine.

All right.

Here's what I'm thinking--

you'll work

your flight to Rome.

I will be on that flight too.

When you get to Rome,

stay in groups

so Feliks

can't get you alone.

Take your shuttle

to the hotel.

I'll be in the cab behind you.

You'll check in at the desk.

Get an extra key for me

under the name

of Katherine O'Brien.

- Why that name?

What's that from?

- Well, she was my neighbor

when I was growing up

in Glasgow, and died in a fire.

- Oh, my God, what?

- Okay, Cassie, I'm lying.

It's random.

- Oh.

- So Feliks stalks his marks.

He makes his approach

once they've settled

into their hotels.

Likely uses a garrote

or a knife.

Likes to play it

very horror movie.

So get out of there quickly

with other people.

Then I will slip

into the room ahead of him.

And then, when you get back

to the room...

- Oh!

Oh.

[grunts]

- [grunts]

- Wait, wait, wait, wait.

I didn't know

you were gonna kill him.

- We have to.

If we aren't gonna run,

it's him or us.

Please tell me you don't have

a problem with that.

- We need to talk.

- [groans]

Look, Alex, I know it's

never okay to kill someone,

but I just hate

what he did to me so much.

- I do too.

- I'm so angry.

I feel so dirty.

I just wanna hit him.

Over and over and over again.

I want her to kill him.

- Cassie, I have no problem

offing the dead cat guy.

- Oh, okay, I thought

you were gonna say like,

"Killing is bad," or something

annoyingly subconscious-y.

- Fuck that guy.

He murdered me.

- Yeah.

- But Miranda's plan?

Think about what

you're agreeing to here.

- I--

- You're bait.

[dramatic music]

Okay, so I'm bait?

- Yeah.

And if all goes well,

we both live,

and no more Feliks.

- Okay, okay.

All right.

Wow, all right.

Let's, uh--

let's catch a killer.

[Blondie's "Atomic" playing]

♪ ♪

- ♪ Uh-huh ♪

♪ Make me tonight ♪

♪ Tonight ♪

♪ Make it right ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Uh-huh ♪

♪ Make me tonight ♪

♪ Tonight ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Tonight ♪

♪ Oh-oh ♪

♪ Atomic ♪

♪ Oh-oh, atomic ♪