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[sirens blaring]

[ominous music]

♪ ♪

[engine revving]

[body thuds]

[high-pitched whirs

and beeps]

- Max, come on!

Max!

- You couldn't just invent

a narrative about me.

You're doing it

to yourself as well.

♪ ♪

- [exhales]

♪ ♪

[phones ringing]

- Annie.

Annie, is Max okay?

I know you're probably mad.

But seriously, is--is he okay?

- We were only trying to--

- We?

We?

Okay.

Uh, where are your injuries?

Oh, none.

You don't have any.

Great, okay.

I told you you could leave.

- Annie, please,

you gotta listen to me.

Alex stole a ton of money

from Lionfish

and from his own clients.

And my picture was

on their computer

and so was Miranda's

but it said that her name

was Elena--

- Then maybe it wasn't her.

- No.

- Can--can you hear yourself

right now, Cassie?

You've--you've totally lost it.

- No, li--

- You've--

- Listen to me.

Max literally saved my life.

He pushed me out

of the way of a--

- So I just got a call

from a friend

at the local precinct,

and he told me that they're

holding a 17-year-old girl

who just learned

a pretty fucked-up lesson

in driving while high.

So no one was chasing you,

and there's no conspiracy.

- No, that's impossible.

That's not what that was--

- Oh, really?

Because that's the part

of the story

that sounds insane.

- Annie, please.

This is way bigger

than any of us even thought.

- So, uh, in the entire history

of our friendship--

is that what we're calling it?

- What?

- Are we calling it

a friendship?

Anyway, uh, in all that time,

you've never seen me mad.

So I'd back the fuck off

if I were you.

[vending machine beeping,

whirring]

[tense music]

- Did they find

a flash drive?

Listen--it's

a "Hello Kitty" flash drive.

Max had it in his pocket.

It was really small.

But it has all

the information you need.

There is proof on there,

I swear.

- As long as you swear,

Cassie.

[indistinct chatter]

- Annie.

Annie!

Wait.

Where is Max?

- Surgery.

Do you understand the severity

of this situation?

- Yes.

I'm sorry.

I didn't seem them

wheel him out, okay?

But--where are his clothes?

Wh--he put the flash drive

in his back pocket.

I watched him do it,

So can you check th--

Yeah, okay.

♪ ♪

- There's nothing.

- Okay, yeah, um...

- There's nothing?

See?

- He did.

He put it in--

- There's nothing, no.

You don't have any proof,

Cassie.

All you have are impossible

stories about stalkers

and women on trains

and rich parents with guns.

- You're the one who told me

about the Sokolovs, okay?

And the proof you need is on

the "Hello Kitty" flash drive.

- Don't you dare say

fucking "Hello Kitty" to me

one more time,

I swear to God.

There is no drive, Cassie.

- We were trying to help you,

okay?

We were trying

to get information

that didn't come from you

because you said

the FBI was on--

- Oh, you were concerned

about me!

- Yeah!

- Oh, my God.

Okay.

That's great.

Ask me about my day.

So I can tell you

about the fucking hell

that I went through for you

before I even found out

about Max.

- I don't--what?

- Ask me.

- What are you talking about?

- Do you know what?

Just shut up.

- You just told me to ask you!

- Shut up!

[distant phone ringing]

Okay.

Um...

So Max is very injured.

And all you can

talk about is you.

- That's not true.

I did CPR.

I called 911.

- Oh, my God.

Congratulations, Cassie,

for being a human

and doing the right thing.

That's amazing.

- What else was

I supposed to do?

I am sorry.

I did not mean

for him to get hurt.

- I'm done.

- Annie.

- Get your shit out

of my house.

I'm done.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[phone ringing]

[door creaks, thuds]

♪ ♪

[glitching]

- [sighs]

f

♪ ♪

[intriguing music]

♪ ♪

[cell phone ringtone playing]

- Cassie?

Uh, it's pretty late.

- Oh, God.

[laughs]

Sorry.

I didn't even realize

how late it was.

Um...I--so--

I just thought we should,

like, connect more.

- I'm sorry.

Are you asking me to, like,

hang out with you?

- We should--we should

do something, you know?

- Yeah, I'll see you

on the Rome flight.

- Wait.

The Rome flight?

What?

- In two days?

Girl, you are such a mess.

- God.

[phone buzzing]

f

♪ ♪

- You got Shane.

Leave a message.

♪ ♪

[cell phone ringtone playing]

- Hi, Cassie.

- Hey, Megan.

Whatcha doing?

[whooshes]

- Are you gonna call

every person you know?

Are you pathologically

incapable of being alone?

- Are you?

I do not wanna be

in this room, okay?

I wanna be in the real world

with my real friends.

- Well, good luck with that.

You've alienated

everyone in your life.

- Yeah, you're crazy.

My friends love me.

- [scoffs]

- I was thinking--

do you wanna go get oysters?

Just me and you,

like a little--

a little girl's oyster night.

- You okay?

- Yes.

I'm totally fine.

In fact, I'm really good.

I'm sorry.

This is, like,

super last minute.

But, um, you always say

we don't hang out enough.

So I thought, what--

let's hang out, right?

- Okay, Cassie.

We're both adults.

And I can tell the difference

between real excited

and fake excited.

So what do you need?

- Why do you always think

something is wrong?

- Well, maybe it's because

it feels like

you only call me

when you need something.

- Does it really?

That's interesting.

Because I thought you wanted me

to call you more.

You know, the way

you call me all the time,

leaving me so many messages.

- Cassie, I already apologized

for calling so often.

- You even left me a message

in Korean.

Yeah.

So you're leaving me messages

in other languages,

but I just wanna

simply call you

but I guess I can't do that,

so.

- Korean message?

How?

- Yeah.

You and some guy.

Talking.

I don't--

- Uh, you know what?

It was actually Bill and I.

Yes.

Yes, we had this, um,

weird sex thing.

And it's just

totally embarrassing.

So could you just

delete that for me?

- Nah.

I think I'm gonna keep it.

I'm gonna keep it for fun.

Gonna translate it later

when I feel like it.

- [laughs nervously]

That--no, no.

No.

Uh, you know what?

Where are you?

I-I'll meet you

for that drink.

- You know what?

Nope.

I'm over it.

Vibe ruined.

You ruined it.

I should've--

should've fucking known.

- Eh, Cassie?

C--

Cassie!

- [sighs]

[tense music]

[cell phone ringtone playing]

- ♪ I need ♪

♪ I need you ♪

♪ I-I-I-I-I need-- ♪

[intriguing music]

- Hi.

- Well, that was

a quick answer.

- Are you lonely?

Do you wanna see me?

- Yes, and absolutely yes.

♪ ♪

All right.

See you at my place.

- Okay.

♪ ♪

[sighs]

[dramatic music]

No, no, no, no, no.

I do not wanna be in this room.

I am leaving!

[whooshing]

[dramatic music]

Uh...

That's never happened before.

- Cassie...

You gotta stop lying

to yourself.

- No.

No, no, no, no.

You--you stay in there.

[door rattling]

And I-I'm gonna--

I'm gonna stay out here.

- So here's what

we're gonna do.

We're just gonna talk this

through like rational adults.

f

[glitching]

♪ ♪

You can't ignore me, Cassie.

♪ ♪

[glitching]

- I'm hungry.

Do you wanna get breakfast?

- Excuse me.

Hi.

Can we get some more

bottomless mimosas please?

- Yeah.

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

- Can we keep those?

- [laughs]

You know what?

I can't see the bottom of this.

This is, in fact, bottomless.

- You know

what's also bottomless?

- What?

[chair creaks]

Hm.

What are you doing?

Oh, my God.

[giggles]

- Hi, everyone.

- Oh, she--she didn't like

what she saw.

- Come here.

- Yes.

- [clears throat dramatically]

So unfortunately,

we have this weird policy

where we require people

to stay fully clothed.

[laughter]

You need to pay and go.

[indistinct radio chatter]

- So Cassie went to Alex's

apartment, then came here.

- That's right.

I saw the guy she was with

pick the lock to get in.

- Why is an empty warehouse

so important?

- Maybe they stole

all the stuff.

You know, if they had access

to a big truck maybe.

- If they had a big truck,

you would've seen it

when you were following her.

- Isn't it time

for your next shift?

[tense music]

- [sighs]

[indistinct radio chatter]

[car door opens]

♪ ♪

[cell phone ringtone ringing,

vibrating]

- What?

- Uh, what's with

the federal raid of Lionfish?

- Well, thanks

to the blonde woman,

they had to clean

everything out overnight.

Hold on.

How the fuck do you know

about that?

- Because I'm watching

it happen.

- God damn it.

You told Victor

you were back in London.

Why are you in New York?

And why does everyone have

to listen to him

except for you?

- I just need

to clean things up

before Victor realizes

I'm not in London.

Kay?

- [laughs]

Good luck with that.

- Oh, come on.

Outside of this,

we're friends.

Jesus, I even let you

take care of my cat.

- For two years.

It's not your cat anymore.

It's my cat

that I never wanted

just like these

fuckin' phone calls.

- Yeah, okay.

Listen.

If Victor asks,

I just need you to tell him

that you've seen me in London.

Okay?

- Would you do that for me?

- I'll pay you.

Cash.

f

- Fine.

Fine.

A few more days.

But that is it.

♪ ♪

- Feed my cat.

[rock music playing]

- Ooh, hey, girl!

- Hi, Mick!

[laughter]

Hey, babe.

Hey, can we get two please?

- Of course.

- You a regular or?

- Uh, you know, just a little.

[Dolly Parton's

"Here You Come Again"]

- [gasps]

- [gasps]

Ooh.

- You know I love this song.

- [laughs]

I know you do, Cassie.

- It's my favorite.

- What song is this?

Cassie and jukebox:

♪ Here you come again ♪

♪ ♪

- You know the words too.

Sing it.

Cassie, Buckley:

♪ To get myself together ♪

♪ You waltz right

through the door ♪

♪ Just like

you've done before ♪

♪ And I wrap my heart ♪

[music warping]

♪ Around your little finger ♪

♪ Here you come again ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Just when I'm about

to make it work without you ♪

♪ You look into my eyes ♪

[dramatic music overlapping]

♪ And lie your pretty lies ♪

[distorted music]

♪ And pretty soon

I'm wondering ♪

♪ How I came to doubt you ♪

- Cassie...

[glitching]

Ca-Ca-Ca-Cas--

- This is not funny.

The hell are you doing?

[dramatic music]

- ♪ Just leave it up to you

and in a little while ♪

♪ You're messin' up my mind ♪

♪ And fillin' up my senses ♪

♪ Here you come again ♪

- [gasps]

[glitching]

- Cassie!

- [breathing heavily]

- ♪ Lookin' better

than a body has a right to ♪

[dramatic music]

♪ That all I really know

is here you come again ♪

- Hey.

Hey.

Let's go sit over there.

- Okay.

♪ ♪

- We never go into the city

on our weekly dates.

This is fun, huh?

- Mom, where are we going?

- Oh, I gotta make

a quick stop.

But I thought that we could go

to Big Gay Ice Cream.

Hm?

Sound fun?

- Yeah, I guess.

Stop where though?

- Oh, uh,

Cassie has something of mine

that I need to pick up.

And she's not answering

any of texts, so...

- Oh, my God.

Can't this this wait until--

I don't know--

I'm not involved?

- Sorry.

I need this right now

so please get over it.

- Cassie.

Cassie is the absolute worst.

Why do you even like her?

- Uh, 'cause

she's my best friend.

Thank you.

- It's kind of sad

how you think this, like,

party monster girl

is your best friend.

- Well, you know what?

I like her, okay?

She does whatever she wants

and revels in it,

and people love her.

And Eli, that is--

f

I just hope that you

never have to experience

feeling unseen or unwanted

in your life, okay?

[classic rock music playing

over radio]

'Cause if someone was

to make you feel that way,

it's just terrible.

[typing on phone]

Are you even listening to me?

- I found Cassie.

- What?

- Here she is.

At a bar singing Dolly Parton

songs 28 minutes ago.

- [laughs]

That is genius.

How did you do that?

- So we're going to a bar.

Cool.

- [laughing]

No.

I'm going to a bar.

You are going to wait

in the car, young man.

- Oh, come on.

[high-pitched ringing]

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- [echoing]

Cassie?

[glitching]

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- Cassie!

[high-pitched ringing]

- [giggles]

♪ ♪

- Um...

Behind you, do you see

that guy over there?

- Uh...yeah.

The one with the checkered tie?

- Okay.

You can see him too?

- Yeah.

- Okay, good, 'cause, um...

He's been following me.

This is not the first time.

- So you've--you've got

a stalker?

[laughs]

Brag.

- Thing is--

hey, hey, hey, hey.

- Hm?

- [whispers]

I think he's an assassin.

- Wait.

Is this--

is this some sort

of fantasy role play thing

or something?

- Okay.

Fuck it.

You know what?

I'm gonna go.

I'm gonna ask him.

I can't take this anymore.

- Wait--ask to see his, uh--

his passport.

Or--or his license to kill.

[laughs]

[sighs]

[intriguing music]

♪ ♪

- Hey, hey.

Are you stalking me?

Are you trying to kill me?

Because I know

all about Lionfish.

And I know

you've been following me

so what's up with that?

Hm?

♪ ♪

Wait a minute.

Are you FBI?

Are you FBI?

Oh.

Just tell me you're FBI,

and then I'll leave you alone.

I would love that because

that would mean I was safe!

I--okay.

This is good.

♪ ♪

Wink.

Just give me, like, a--

Just give me a wink

and then I'll know.

Then I'll know.

It's like a sign.

♪ ♪

Okay.

That was not a wink

but it was something.

[whispers]

You're FBI.

- Nah, I'm just--

- Yeah.

I knew it.

- You're nuts, lady.

♪ ♪

Drinks?

- Fresh drinks!

- Okay.

Move it over, buddy.

- Hey.

Come on in.

- Okay.

- So?

- What?

- How'd it go

with your stalker?

- Oh.

Oh, no, no, no.

Everything's totally fine.

It's no big deal.

It's the FBI.

They're watching me.

- Okay.

- Yeah.

- I-I mean, I didn't know

I was dating someone

who was so important.

- Are we dating now?

Is that what we're doing?

- Yeah.

Okay, okay.

What if I, um--

what if I say we should

just run away together?

Just--just run away

from everything right now?

What would you say?

- Um, that's...

[laughter]

It's a good question.

I'm gonna--I'm gonna

think about that answer.

And I'm gonna come back...

- Okay.

- And I'm gonna tell you.

- Okay.

I'll tell you my answer

when you get back.

[indistinct chatter]

f

[poignant music]

♪ ♪

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- [gasps]

Oh, my God.

This is such bullshit!

- You can't run away from me.

I'm in your head.

It's just me and the mess.

- Fine--that's fine.

You--you can be here.

But I don't wanna be

in this room.

I thought I made that

pretty clear

when I physically

ran out the door.

- Well, I don't know,

but unlike everyone else,

you can't seem

to get rid of me.

- Well, you said no one would

wanna spend time with me.

- Ah.

- You were wrong.

- Sure.

It's been a great night and day

with dead cat guy.

I was obviously talking

about people who know you.

- Oh, great.

Please.

Share your wisdom please.

- I'm not telling you anything

you don't know, Cassie.

You get it?

I'm telling you

that even though

your life is

in real danger,

your only wish

is that anybody--

literally anybody

had answered your call

because Annie cut you off.

♪ ♪

That's just sad.

- It's not--Annie and I--

we'll--we'll make up.

We'll be fine.

We're always fine.

- She's done.

I saw it.

I was there.

- No.

No.

I'll prove you wrong.

- Hasn't happened yet.

[tense music]

[whooshes]

- [inhales]

♪ ♪

[whispers]

You're the worst.

♪ ♪

[intriguing music]

♪ ♪

[dramatic music]

- Hey.

Hey, hey, hey.

Sorry I had you wait out here,

but I found Cassie,

got what I wanted--

- Cool.

Whatever, Mom.

- Well, thank you

for your help.

[car clicks]

- Hey.

Hey.

I gotta go fix things

with my girlfriend, Annie,

like, right now.

- Oh, yeah.

She's your lawyer friend.

Right?

- Yeah.

Come on.

We're leaving.

Where's my phone?

- Okay.

- Are you sitting on it?

- No.

- Where is it?

- [laughs]

It's on the fucking floor.

[laughter]

I mean...

- Wait.

Where are you taking me?

- Do you really care

where I'm taking you?

- No.

I would go anywhere with you.

- Good.

That's what I thought.

Let's go.

[rock music playing

on the jukebox]

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- Oh!

- [chokes]

♪ ♪

- You didn't mention Bowden

brought up Lionfish

when you interviewed.

- Are those my notes?

- It's your field report.

- It didn't really register.

- Is it completely lost on you

that the warehouse

we were standing in earlier

is leased to Lionfish?

- How am I supposed to know

that one of the crazy things

she's said is even

tangentially relevant?

- Bowden was in that warehouse.

And at Unisphere

and at the Sokolov's.

And all those things,

she's linking in her statement.

- Try this.

Bowden and Sokolov

knew each other in New York.

So they were flirting

on the plane

because they were

already involved.

Something went bad in Bangkok

during their marathon

love fest.

She snapped.

She killed him.

And everything she's been doing

since that moment

has been cleaning up any proof

that they knew each other

before the flight.

- What about

everything she said

outside of Sabrina

Oznowich's apartment?

- If you wanna look into her

crazy statement, then great!

That sounds like

a really fun project for you.

I'm staying focused on Bowden.

- Being your partner is really

infuriating sometimes.

[door creaks, keys jingle]

- Come on.

- Wow.

[intriguing music]

So...

Do you always hang out

in your friends' apartments

when they're not home?

- No.

They gotta come home

sometime, right?

- [laughs]

- Here.

You take that one.

- Thanks.

- You're welcome.

[door opens, closes]

- [whispers]

She's home.

- Holy fuck.

- Hi.

- Are you for real?

- I--we need to talk.

And this was the only way

it was gonna happen.

I had to come here.

- Who's this?

- Yes.

This is, um--this is Buckley.

He is a guy that I am...

- Buckley.

- No, you're right.

You gotta go.

Yeah.

You gotta leave for a second.

- But we just got here.

- I know.

He's gonna leave.

- Okay.

Nice to meet you.

- He's leaving.

- I'll be right here.

- Yeah.

Okay.

- Yeah.

You should leave.

- Annie, I am so truly sorry

about what happened.

You have to know that.

- Mm-hmm.

Yeah, no.

You said that already.

And I got it.

And I want you to leave.

- Any time you and I get bad,

we always--we always--

we fix this.

- Okay, so the man

that I love--

Fucking fuck.

Yep, okay.

Uh...

[laughs]

The man that I love

is laying in a hospital bed

and it's your fault so.

- You love him?

- No, no, no.

This is not with this is.

It's not a sharing moment.

Um...

I'm really sick of having

to excuse you and forgive you

'cause I'm not the answer,

Cass,

to whatever crazy thing it is

that you're trying to drown out

with, like, partying

and booze and Buckleys.

And what the fuck

kind of name is Buckley?

- It's a family name, he's--

- Okay.

Can you go away?

- Hold on.

Let me get this--

Let me get this straight.

You're sick of forgiving me?

- Yeah.

Mm-hmm.

- How about me

having to forgive you?

- [laughs]

I'm sorry.

What?

- I have forgiven you

for so much shit.

It's--I mean, let's think.

This--oh, yes!

Our trip in Cabo

when I fell asleep in the bar,

and you left me there!

Yes? Yeah.

That was--

how about, um,

the trip to Palm Springs?

That bed--remember--

you broke the bed

and then you blamed it on me?

- Mm-hmm.

- I paid for it.

Like, what was--what was that?

- Okay, so, Cassie,

you got Max hit by a car.

- I know.

I know.

I--

It's hor--I feel horrible

about it.

- Uh-huh.

- I'd never--

but friends, you know, we--

we mess up,

and then we forgive each other.

And I am only asking

for just one more--

- Okay, you know what, Cassie?

Let's just be honest.

Our friendship doesn't work.

It just doesn't work, so...

- You want--you want honesty?

So I-I come to you

as a friend, right?

And I tell you--you want me

to tell you things.

And I tell you

someone's stalking me.

And you didn't believe me.

What do I do with that?

What about your honesty, Annie?

Huh?

I still don't know

what the fuck you do for work

and why you have a creepy

third cell phone from 2004.

And I didn't even

know Max existed!

[tense music]

- Y-yeah, you're right.

- Yeah.

What?

- You're right.

That's--maybe, um...

maybe our friendship

only works because, uh...

we don't show each other

the messy bits.

You never had

to call me a liar

and I never had

to call you a drunk

but that's what we are, Cass.

♪ ♪

- I am not a drunk.

- You can barely

stand up straight.

- If you wanna

call me names

and not believe

what I tell you,

that's fine.

But you--you are not

better than me.

- I didn't say that I was--

I just called myself a liar.

God--

Okay.

You know what?

Um...

So I don't have

the emotional bandwidth

to fight with you today,

'cause I'm a little tapped out.

So I'm done.

And, um...

I'm gonna need you to get

your puppy from the hallway

and, uh, leave please.

- Wow.

Wow.

Wow!

Kay.

[solemn piano music]

You know what, Annie?

You know what?

I did not think this

would go like this.

- Did your plan go wrong?

I'm so sorry.

My heart breaks for you, Cass.

Grow the fuck up, okay?

♪ ♪

- You know,

you're gonna feel really bad

when I wind up dead.

♪ ♪

Come on.

Let's go.

Let's go do something crazy.

- Yeah!

Crazy.

[laughs]

♪ ♪

[car horn blares]

[indistinct chatter]

- What the--the hell is this?

They think this is funny?

What--

[chain jingles]

This pony is

completely chained up here.

It's fucking animal abuse.

- Right.

It's not a real pony.

- Symbolism?

Ever heard of it?

I don't like

what this represents.

- The world is

a messed up place.

Hey.

But what if--

what if we set him free?

[glitching]

[laughter]

And we're back!

- Look, I-I get

that you're in denial

but do you realize

what you are about to do

in broad daylight?

- Do you know why Buckley

is so much better than you?

Because he--he wants me

to be me, you know?

- [scoffs]

- He doesn't, like,

judge me or...

He doesn't question

every fucking move I make!

[whoosh,

high pitched ringing]

- Yeah, what do you mean?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

- You wanted

to do something crazy.

- Yes!

- Let's set him free!

- What do you mean?

What do you mean?

- Just help me, help me,

help me, come on, come on.

- Shh. No, we can't.

- If we get bogged down

in logistics,

we'll never do it.

Just do it.

- Okay, okay, okay, okay.

Wait, wait, wait, hold on.

Too hard.

- Just--

[pony rumbling]

- [yelps]

- You're about to steal a ride

that's designed for children!

- Okay.

You know what?

I got a--I'm gonna

tell you a thing.

You ready to hear a thing?

- Yes.

- Here it is.

I am not gonna always think

about you.

Okay?

I feel like I should

but I'm not going to

because I can't.

Because if I keep thinking

about you,

I'm gonna go--

I'm gonna go insane.

Do you want me to go insane?

[grunts]

[glass shatters]

[whooshes]

f

- [whispers]

Let's go.

- Um...

[laughs]

- Let's go.

Let's go.

- Wait, what are you--

- Just go!

- Oh, my God.

[laughing]

[glass shatters]

[whooshes]

Hurry!

Hurry up.

- Wait, wait, hold on.

- Hey!

- Oh, my God.

Oh, fuck.

- Go, go, go, go, go, go!

[glass shattering]

[pony thuds, glass shatters]

- [yelps]

- Wha!

Shh.

- [laughs]

- What the--

- Look at his dumb face.

- I am so sorry.

I have--

I didn't mean to...

- It was--it was--

- Hey.

They stole my horse!

- No.

- No, no.

- [laughs]

♪ ♪

- Fuck!

Fuck.

We are justice!

- Hell yeah!

[engine turning over]

[siren blares]

[engine revving]

[indistinct chatter]

[phone ringing]

[knocking]

- Um, Annie?

How's Max?

- Jessica, um...

He's fine.

Uh...

He's fine.

You got my message.

Thanks for coming.

I just didn't wanna be gone

for too long

in case, um...

In case I don't know.

[laughs]

- Oh, um...

I brought you something

you can't kill.

I mean, uh,

something that won't die.

Oh, my God.

I just didn't think

you'd want flowers or anything.

- It's fine.

Thank you, Jessica.

It's fine.

[clears throat]

Please take this

to give to Diana.

It's my...

letter of resignation

from Davis & Carlisle.

- Oh, wow.

Why?

Sorry, I mean,

shouldn't you give it

to her yourself?

- No.

Yeah, no.

If I go in there,

she'll convince me to stay

because I, um, want to.

Uh, but I realize

that I can't, so.

- I don't understand.

Is it the firm?

I mean, you're so good.

[phone ringing]

- This is cute.

Um...

Your name isn't Jessica, is it?

- It's Jennifer, actually.

- Right.

That's--

[groans]

Cassie was right.

Wow, I fucking hate that.

Um...

Why would let me

call you Jessica?

You know what?

Don't answer that.

Just--you shouldn't let people

tell you who you are.

Um...like, for instance,

my name's actually

pronounced Ah-nie.

Um, it's Armenian.

But when I was little,

kids, uh, just started

calling me Annie

and so my name

just kind of changed.

- Oh.

Do you not like Annie?

- Look--what people call you

is important, okay?

Like, I don't know.

Say they call you

an ace lawyer.

And one day, you--

f

You just fucking

withhold discovery.

Uh, or start meeting

with clients in meat lockers.

And then suddenly a woman

eating a rare steak

is just, like, asking you

to murder a man.

And that happens.

- Oh, my God.

- What?

Um...

Wow.

Sorry.

That, um...

[laughs]

Please just don't let people

like Diana or like me,

um, tell you who you are.

Okay?

- I don't think

I can just become a Jessica,

but I'll miss working for you.

And I'll give this to Diana.

f

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- [sighs]

- [through car radio]

Breathing is so important.

We can forget

to be present

and just experience

this moment.

This now.

- Oh, shit.

- It's happening to you.

[dramatic sting]

- [grunts]

[both grunting]

- [gasps]

[dramatic music]

- [yelps]

[grunting]

[both grunting]

♪ ♪

- [grunting]

[body squelches]

- It can seem elusive...

- Fuck you.

- That are beyond

your control.

Every breath becomes

a wave of comfort

washing over you washing over

your present circumstances.

You have the power to stop--

- [breathing heavily]

♪ ♪

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[glitching]

[camera shutter clicking]

[tense music]

[door creaks, slams]

[keys jingling]

♪ ♪

[glitching]

- You're doing it right now,

you know?

You don't even realize it.

♪ ♪

[distorted voice]

You don't even realize it.

[indistinct chatter]

♪ ♪

[distorted, glitching]

You don't even realize it.

- Why is it changing?

- Let's go.

He's not coming.

- Yes, he is.

- He's probably

getting drunk somewhere.

- Shut up, Davey.

- If he cared, he'd be here.

- He just doesn't care

about you

because all you do is complain.

In fact, he hates you.

And so do I.

[dramatic music]

- Stop!

♪ ♪

- [groans]

[droning]

[laughter]

[glitching]

[cheers and applause]

[laughter]

[glitching]

- Whoo.

- Hand cake.

- Stop.

- [laughing]

- Don't do that.

- What's going on

with your memory?

- No, you're doing this to me.

Stop doing this to me.

- Whatever this is,

you're doing it.

- Double fist!

- Dad.

- Come on.

- You're gonna ruin it.

- Come at me.

- Dad--

[laughter]

- What's wrong with you?

- Come on!

We were playing around.

It was an accident.

You two are so uptight.

- And you're too full of beer

to know what you're doing,

Hank.

Jesus.

- Get up.

You're not hurt.

- [cries]

- Get the hell up.

[cracks beer]

[laughter]

- Why did that change?

- I think this

is what really happened.

- No.

This is not what happened.

We were having fun.

It was--okay.

That was my fault.

I started that.

I don't wanna see this!

- What the hell is that noise?

[car horn blaring]

- [breathing heavily]

[distorted laughing]

- No.

[laughter]

- This is what really happened.

- Hi.

- She's just a child, Hank.

You act like she's

your drinking buddy.

- I'd drink with my son

if he wasn't such a little fag.

[distorted voice]

Little fag.

[glitching]

- Ugh.

God!

[gasping]

No, no, no.

[sobbing]

[dramatic music]

[grunting]

♪ ♪

[inhales]

[sighs]

[line ringing]

[cell phone ringtone playing]

[line ringing]

- Hello?

- This is a collect call

from the 120th Street

Correctional Facility

in New York.

To accept, say "Accept."

- Uh, I'll accept.

Cassie?

- [sighs]

Uh, hey.

This is my--my one phone call.

So...

- I'm your phone call?

- Yeah.

- Wait, uh--isn't there

someone closer

that you could--like Annie?

- No.

I'm just, um...

I just need to talk

to you real quick.

Don't worry.

- Well--

f

I wish I could, like,

I wish I didn't have to w--

are you all right?

- I'm fine.

- Cassie, you're not fine.

This is not

a fine phone call.

- So here's the thing, um...

[emotional music]

All these years, I thought

you were so crazy.

Like, I--I treated you

like you were crazy, you know?

Your version of our childhood

was just so unreal.

Like it was--

it was not real to me.

♪ ♪

And I-I can't change

what Dad did, you know,

and how he acted but, um...

I think I was part of it.

And I was so wrong.

I was so wrong.

I am so, so, so sorry,

you know?

I'm starting to think

that it was kind of my fault.

- No.

- And I'm so sorry.

- No.

I never...

I never thought that.

- I just remember

Dad being so good.

♪ ♪

I really wanted him

to be good.

- I know.

We all do what we can to...

To--listen.

Do you, um...

Do you wanna tell me

what's going on?

Because I know

something is going on.

Just so maybe I can help.

- No.

Just, you know, ruining my life

one person a time.

I can't drag you into that.

- You can.

You can, yes.

You can drag me into this

'cause what's the point

of having a big brother

if, you know--

gotta be good for something.

- I just have to figure

some stuff out.

Really.

It's gonna be okay.

- Right.

Cassie...

♪ ♪

[sighs]

You know I love you.

♪ ♪

- It's not okay

how Dad treated you.

- I know.

I know.

But it's not okay

how he treated you either.

- [gasps]

[whispers]

Yeah.

Okay. I gotta go now.

I love you.

I gotta--I gotta go now.

[breathing deeply]

[birds chirping]

- You know, I didn't realize

when you joined the swim team,

it meant that I would be

waking up with you.

[both laugh]

Thank you for that.

- [sips drink]

- Here.

I made this for you.

- Thanks.

- And don't chug it all at once

or else you'll be bouncing

off the walls, okay?

- Ma, for what it's worth,

I actually had fun playing

detective with you yesterday.

You can be, uh, pretty cool.

Sometimes.

- Good luck today.

- Thanks.

- No.

- What are you doing

up so early?

- Ah--oh, there's some

computer issue at work.

They need me now.

- Oh.

[tense music]

Right now?

- Yes, right now.

- What comp--

- No.

I don't know.

I'll call you later.

- Okay.

- I love you, baby.

- Love you too.

♪ ♪

- Hey, Bowden.

Wake up.

You posted bail.

- I--really?

[keys jingle]

Who--who posted it?

Was it the, um--Buckley,

that guy I came in with,

the B--

I don't even fucking know

his last name.

- No.

He's still being held.

- Uh...

- Get up.

Let's go.

Whole world's waiting.

- [groans]

[car horns blaring]

Oh.

[groans]

[intriguing music]

Ugh.

[dramatic music]

- We need to talk.

[Dolly Parton's

"Here You Come Again"]

- ♪ Here you come again ♪

♪ Just when I've begun

to get myself together ♪

♪ You waltz right

in the door ♪

♪ Just like you've

done before ♪

♪ And wrap my heart

'round your little finger ♪

♪ Here you come again ♪

♪ Just when I'm about

to make it work without you ♪

♪ You look into my eyes

and lie those pretty lies ♪

♪ And pretty soon

I'm wondering ♪

♪ How I came to doubt you ♪

♪ All you gotta do

is smile that smile ♪

♪ And there go

all my defenses ♪

♪ Just leave it up to you

and in a little while ♪

♪ You're messin'

up my mind ♪