All language subtitles for The.Flight.Attendant.S02E01

- ♪ Unh ♪
- ♪ Go! ♪

♪ Woke up feeling like I just
might run for president ♪

♪ Even if there ain't
no precedent ♪

♪ Switchin' up the messaging ♪

Hi, I'm Cassie,
and I'm an alcoholic.

GROUP: Hi, Cassie.

Most of you know
my story by now.

Um, since I quit drinking,
I've been making changes.

I moved to LA.

♪ Find me
up in Magic City ♪

♪ Bustin' hundreds
by the bands ♪

- ♪ And I throw it ♪
- ♪ Like a girl ♪

- ♪ Go and throw it ♪
- ♪ Like a girl ♪

Started dating
this great guy, Marco.

♪ Feelin' bossy in my city
'Cause I run it ♪

Picked up a part-time job.

[camera shutter clicks]

[people clamoring]

♪

But I'm still flying.
I'm still a flight attendant.

♪ Run the whole damn world ♪

But I feel like I'm turning
into this whole other person,

like, in a really good way,
you know?

And I know what they say about
moving too fast,

you know, no big life changes
in the first year, but,

I'm two days away
from being a year sober.

I'm really excited, and I know,
one day at a time and all,

but I gotta tell you,
just, my life and everything,

it just all feels...

pretty great.

- ♪ Like a girl ♪
- Thanks.

- [applause] - ♪ Oh, yeah ♪

Yeah, in the back.

- Hi, Ted, alcoholic.
- GROUP: Hi, Ted.

I was just sitting here thinking,

I remember
early in my recovery,

that fucking pink cloud,

where I was kind of just

stupidly naive
and thought everything was

- "pretty great."
- What's that there, Ted?

Uh, no crosstalk, Cassie.

I know, but he just took--

- Okay?
- Right.

MEETING LEADER:
A reminder to everyone--

we don't
interrupt people's shares.

[indistinct chatter]

Look, I know it's "principles
before personalities,"

but that guy was a dick.

- He was being a dick.
- Yeah.

Thank you. And I ran out
of Hot Tamales.

My body is still craving sugar
every single day.

I'm not saying I'm gonna
eat all these donuts

but I'm definitely gonna
eat all these donuts.

The curse of giving up booze.

You're my sponsor.
Say something wise.

I thought I was acing
recovery once,

until I burned my house down.

[coughs] Jesus, Brenda,

why does
every one of your stories

have to end in
some horrific trauma?

I'm your sponsor
because it helps me

with my own recovery.

If you want to eat the donuts,
eat the donuts.

Thank you for that advi--Hi.

Your share today
really touched me. I just...

- wanted to say hi.
- Aw! [chuckles]

Oh, my God, my boyfriend
would love your necklace.

No, I love your necklace.
I think my boyfriend--

I'm working on being
less codependent.

It's okay. Don't apologize.
I--we're here

because we're working
on things, right?

It's Jenny, right? I'll tell you
where I got it if you want.

I'll go get my phone.

Wow. You've got a newbie
crushing on you.

Mm-hmm.

Ready to be a role model?

Yes. Yes, I am.

♪

Okay. Mysterious envelope. Great.

- Hey.
- Hello.

Putting that house key
to good use, huh?

- How was your meeting?
- Um, it was good.

I--I got called out
for crosstalk.

- Uh-oh. Well,
- Yeah.

your crosstalk is what
first attracted me to you.

Really? That's so weird.

I thought it was my legs
that you kept staring at.

Hi!

Hi.

Uh, but it was good.
You know, I got to share,

and, um,

I don't know, I feel like
I'm in, like, a good place.

- How was your shoot?
- Long.

Some energy drink. I mean,

how many ways can you
photograph a can?

Turns out, 72.

Seventy-two!
I was just gonna say that.

My question for you is,

when do I get to
photograph you again?

Oh, come on. Nothing's gonna
be as good as this one.

I mean, I just--
I love this one.

I love the energy of it,
you know?

I mean,
aren't you into it? Like...

"dinner can wait" into it,
into it?

[Kali Uchis's
"telepatía" plays]

♪

[Erykah Badu's
"Window Seat" plays]

♪

[music now playing
in headphones]

[elevator dings]

CASSIE: Oh, my God,
LA traffic is insane,

but I am not late.
Mark that down

in your little notepad.

If you're not early,
you're late.

Okay, Benjamin,
that is an impossible bar

I will never be able to reach.
Also, why are we

in a parking deck?
- The office

picked it
for your convenience.

I would've picked Hollywood
Park Off Track Betting.

Oh, you're a gambling man.

I'm learning little bits
and pieces about you.

Here's a photo of your mark
in Berlin.

His name's Will Kotov.

Okay, we've been handler and
asset for a few months now.

Shouldn't I know just
a little more about you?

No.

So we would like you
to observe him

on site at the hotel only.

- Did you catch that last part?
- Yeah.

- Look at me, please.
- I'm looking at you.

On site in the hotel only.

That means do not follow,
do not engage.

"Do not follow,
do not engage." Got it.

You do good work, Bowden.

But we both know you have
a habit

off getting too involved
with your marks.

Okay, that is quite the
exaggeration, don't you think?

- Tokyo? Madrid?
- Okay. No, no, that--

What about that absolutely
insane stand-off

you got in a Moscow restaurant
you had to flee?

That was not my fault, okay?
That was an impulse thing.

No, scratch that. That
sounded bad. No, it wasn't.

I just--I don't
get a lot on these people.

I get a photo and a name,
and I'm very curious.

- Isn't that part of my job?
- Bowden,

if you have
an operational issue

- with the way the CIA assigns--
- I don't.

No, no, I don't. I just--
I like to go above and beyond,

and sometimes in the moment,
I get a little...

- I'll stop you there.
- Yeah, you should.

You're not a CIA officer.

You are a civilian asset,

emphasis
on the word "civilian."

Please remember that
for your safety.

Benjamin, I hear you,
and I get it, I promise.

Commit that photo to memory.

I know that you carry them
on you

and that's a really bad idea.

Consider it memorized.

Wait, hold on.
[clears throat]

Now consider it memorized.

Just tell me one more thing
about you.

It'll really help my process.

Do you have a dog?
Do you have a cat?

Where do you live?

Are you married?
Girlfriend? Boyfriend?

Come on.

♪

[gasps]

Well, well, well.
Hello, gorgeous.

Hello, beauty.

You know, I have been seeing
you a lot at LAX lately.

Are you stalking me?

I took a trans-Pacific route.

I am seeing all of the sights.
I'm eating all of the fish.

- Yeah.
- Mm-hmm, and doing

the secret work
that's a secret job

that we can't talk about
'cause I'm doing it, too,

and it's so much fun!

If I knew what
you were talking about

I would tell you
that what you do and what I do

- are two very different things.
- Right.

- And were not...
- BOTH: Gonna talk about it.

- You seem very put together.
- Do I?

- Yeah, the bangs are a ten.
- Do you love them?

- I do. How's the man?
- He's great.

Marco's wonderful.
How about your man,

even though I'm convinced
he's imaginary

'cause you refuse
to introduce me.

I think I told you
that his name is--

BOTH: Justin.
- And I think I told you

- he's a--
- Ginger!

- There you go.
- Love you.

- Dinner? Soon?
- Yes.

- Justin, Marco, bring 'em?
- Yes.

- No.
- Okay, great.

[sighs, clears throat]

- Hey, Jada.
- Hi, Cassie.

I'm just filling in
for someone on this flight.

So you're--
you're on this flight, too.

It would appear as though
I am on the flight.

Yay.

- I'm Seattle-based now.
- Mm.

Taking care of
some family things.

- Oh.
- Look,

I'm the lead on this flight.
I'm not Megan.

I know you know that, but,

let's agree
to no shenanigans.

[sighs] Listen, Jada,

I quit drinking,
so there'll be no problem.

In fact, I'm striving
to be infraction-less.

[chuckles]
Good for you, Cassie.

We'll be good as gold, then.

- Hey, it's Cassie, right?
- Hey, yeah.

That seemed weirdly intense
with Jada. Is everything okay?

Oh. [chuckles] Yeah.
Thanks.

I'm doing this whole "trying
to be a good person" thing.

- It's hard.
- Wow.

Good for you.
Yeah, good luck with that.

I'm Grace,
I'm not a good person,

but I really respect
your journey.

- Thanks.
- Yeah. Actually,

I'm doing a bar night in Berlin.
You should definitely come.

Um, thank you for the invite,

but I actually have to work
when I get there.

Cool. Wait, you have work
in Germany?

Uh, yeah. It's like, uh,
this computer thing.

A little side gig, you know.
Every penny counts.

- Yeah.
- [chuckles]

[Automatic's "Highway" plays]

♪

♪ I drive all night ♪

♪ I drive ♪

♪

[elevator bell dings]

[elevator bell dings]

[Cassie's phone rings]

♪ I need--I need you ♪

- Hey, did you guys land?
- Yeah, uh, we're here.

LAX is
a fucking disaster area.

Yeah, it's been under
construction for years.

No one can understand it.

All right, well, whatever.
I told Max

if we get buried
under debris for forever,

then he gets out of
introducing me to his parents

which he's stoked about,

because he's terrified
and wishes that we didn't come.

And Cassie, Annie's nervous
about her job interview

- and won't admit it.
- Uh, that's not true.

We're headed to your place.

Are you ready to pitch me
on California?

Because I am very on the fence

- and already super jittery.
- All right, come on.

You're gonna crush your
interview. It's gonna be fine.

It's just, you know,
Max thinks

that a year of suspension
from, you know,

actually practicing law
has made me rusty.

- Max does not think that. - Okay, listen, honey,

if I can pull my multi-car
pileup of a life back together

then getting yours
back on track is gonna be cake.

All right, fine.
That's a fair point.

All right, listen, there's
a key above the doorframe.

Just grab it, go inside.
I'll see you when I get home.

Cassie, you have to stop
with the key thing.

I know, shut up, blech.
I gotta go. Bye.

♪

Oh! Oh, my gosh. I'm sorry!

It was my fault.
I'm not paying attention.

- No, no, no. Wait.
- I need to get over--

You were on the flight.
Imperial Atlantic.

- Leave her alone. She's obv--
- Yes, thank you.

Yes, yes, yes.

But you were on our flight
from Los Angeles earlier.

Listen, we just want to
tell you thank you.

People don't say "thank you"
enough. Thank you

- for a great flight.
- You're welcome.

I'm Gabrielle.
This is my husband Esteban.

Oh, my God,
your hair is perfect.

- Is this a honey blonde?
- CASSIE: Um...

GABRIELLE: Because I'm thinking
about going blonde,

but I just--
it's a big commitment.

Thank you.
I really have to go.

It was nice to meet you

and thank you for flying
Imperial Atlantic!

BOTH: Thank you!

[clears throat]

Uh, can I have a soda water
with lime, please? Thanks.

Going with
an unleaded drink today?

Uh, yeah,
I don't drink anymore.

- So...
- Me neither.

- Oh.
- Yeah, this is a Coke.

- It's healthier for me.
- Oh. [chuckles]

So you're
a "friend of Bill's"?

Yes.

Yes, it's almost been,
um, a year, actually.

Hmm. Six years for me.

I don't know why I do this.

Sit in bars
after I gave up drinking.

It's--it's a little masochistic.

Yeah, I'm definitely breaking
rules right now.

Or--actually I'm breaking
a lot of rules,

to be honest, but,

I don't know, for me, I--

I'm Ali.

Um, I don't know, I guess
I just don't want to...

miss out on any excitement.

Yeah.

I'm Will.
Nice to meet you, Ali.

So, what do you think
we're missing out on?

Oh, man, I don't know.

The feeling of not knowing
what's gonna happen, you know?

That--that thrill.

Yeah, I can't even tell you.

I was such a mess.

More spills than thrills.

Not great
for the work life.

What, uh--what do you do?

I'm actually a courier.

It's a...glorified
messenger, really.

Don't always love it,

but drinking used to
help me with that.

Well, I used to be the life
of every party.

You know,
I guess eventually you gotta

just, like, grow up
and be an adult, right?

You think?

[phone chimes]

Okay, I should go,

squeeze in some sights
before my meeting.

Oh, okay.

Uh, thanks for the chat.

Enjoy Berlin.

♪

♪

[phone chimes]

Uh, da, taxi? Da.
Schnell, schnell.

[camera shutter clicking]

♪

- [piano music plays]
- [indistinct chatter]

[inaudible]

Guten Tag.

Willkommen.
Wie kann ich helfen?

- Englisch?
- Yes, of course, ma'am.

- How can I help?
- Danke.

Um, I'm Alessandra Ricci.

I just met a lovely man
in the bar.

His name is Will.

He asked me up to his room
to get together

but I...I don't know,
I got nervous

and I turned him down.

But, um... [whimpers]
I changed my mind.

I actually saw he was--
he was checking in with you.

Um, he told me
his room number.

It was--it was three-something,
but I can't remember.

I feel so stupid.
Do you think you could,

like, help me out?
I just, blah. [laughs]

The gentleman has a type.

317.

[mutters]

Hello, I'm in 301.

Could I check out a room
in one of the corners?

Um, I don't know
if I want to move,

but I'd love to just,
like, make sure.

Thanks.

♪

The gentleman has a type.

Um...

[inhales]

[camera shutter clicking]

God.

[gasps]

CASSIE: Who are you?

[Cassie breathing heavily]

♪

God. Fuck.

What are you doing?
What is going on?

Okay, fine, fine.

[phone rings]
♪ I--I--I--I need ♪

♪ I need you ♪

- Hello?
- Cassie.

Megan? Uh, hi.

Listen, I can't really have
one of our weird,

off-the-record chats,
if you don't mind,

so just tell me you're good,
okay? 'Cause I really gotta go.

No, listen, did you get
a key in the mail?

- [gasps]
- Megan? Are you there?

[exclaims]

[people clamoring]

[muffled, garbled sound]

TEEN GIRL: First off,
the plane is on fire,

and it was going down
right above our house,

so I ran after it.
I went through the forest,

and--and it saw it land
right in front of us.

And--and--shh.

TEEN GIRL:
She's here.

She's here right now.

[high-pitched ringing]

[ringing continues]

[sound rushes in]
[ambulance wailing]

[theme music plays]

♪

♪

Ah...heh.

God. Oh, my God.

Okay.

[error chirp]

- [error chirp repeating]
- No, no, no.

No, no, no, no.

[whimpers] No, no.

Oh, Entschuldigung, hi.
This my room.

The key doesn't work.
I'm gonna--

I'm gonna get another one,
but could you please open it?

Please? I'm so tired.

Please.

[sighs] Thank you.

- [opening beep]
- [door opens]

[door closes]

[sighs]

[phone rings]
♪ I--I--I--I need-- ♪

♪ I need you ♪

♪ I--I--I--I need--
I need you ♪

♪ Two of hearts ♪

WOMAN: Wow. That explosion
really rattled you.

Really blew some stuff apart.

What the fuck? What--

What is this?

Oh, I think you know.

No. No, no, no, no.
I'm not doing this again.

Um, are you--are you me?
Oh, God.

Don't answer that. Fuck!
What the fuck--

What, did you think you were
gonna find

some hot dead guy
in here again?

I am not "in here" again

and that was a very fucked-up
thing to say.

Okay, you know,
you keep telling everyone

you don't want to be me anymore,

that you're making
better choices,

that life is just so great.

I'm just not buying it.

Well, I don't give a shit
if you buy it or not.

I am making better choices,
okay?

My life is really good.
I'm making--

I'm making strides
and doing really well

and I do--I do not
need this shit right now.

Then why follow
that guy from the bar?

Wha--

I mean, he's dead,
so, aah!

And you almost got
yourself killed here in Berlin.

I mean, if you're still making

so many
self-destructive choices,

why don't you just have
a fucking cocktail?

Uh, my boss calling me
from the CIA

is probably not the best timing,
so I'm just gonna--

I'm not gonna answer it.
That's my plan.

That's the plan right now.

Good plan.

He'll probably think
you're dead anyway

or you know,
got "over-involved" again,

or thinks "Did you really see
what you think that you saw?"

Well, I don't--I don't know
what I saw.

Doesn't mean you won't
get blamed for it.

Hey, you know what?

Cheers to making
better choices, baby! Whoo!

♪ Two of hearts ♪

♪ Two hearts
that beat as one ♪

♪ Two of--♪

Benjamin, hi.
Hi. Hi, how are you?

Bowden, are you okay?
We got intelligence

about an explosion.

Uh, a what?
An explosion? Oh.

No, when my mark left earlier,
I just came up to the room

and went to sleep, so.

Well, we still have intel
coming in,

- but did you see anything? - No.

No, like I said, you know,
I was in my hotel.

"Emphasis on the civilian,"
that's what you told me, so...

[chuckles]
that's--that's what I did.

Well, the CCTV footage
should have more information.

I'm just glad you're okay.

Uh, yeah. Yeah, thank you.
Uh, it's--it's late.

I actually gotta get
to the airport.

I--I gotta go. Okay. Sorry.

♪

[clears throat]

Rezeption.
Wie kann ich helfen?

Hi. Hi, this is
Cassandra Bowden.

I'm in room 301.
Um, how can I tell

if someone else has possibly
been in my room

when I wasn't here? Because I
seem to be missing some stuff.

Can you help me
with that, please?

It says Cassandra Bowden
checked out.

Thank you.

What the fuck?!

♪

Ah, Ms. Bowden.
Back again?

I'm sorry?
[stammers] We haven't met.

No, we spoke
when you checked out.

In the confusion,
after the explosion.

Your sunglasses were
very chic at night.

You asked before. They are
saying it was a gas line.

Uh...oh. A gas line. Wow.

Okay, great, but I didn't--
I didn't check out.

But funny enough,
my key stopped working.

Here you go. And, uh,
my bag was not in my room.

But didn't check out. Nope.
Here I am.

But you were here
in this uniform earlier.

Okay, so, um, wasn't me.
I did not check out

because I am me,
and I am standing here

in front of you, so that I know
I did not check out.

I am here. Right here.
Your mistake.

That was not me.

Wasn't me.

[exclaims]

Snap out of it.
You okay?

Yeah, sorry. I'm just,
um, still thrown

- from that explosion.
- Mm-hmm.

God, my ears are still,
like, ringing.

So, listen, I saw you
last night at the bar.

Thank you. This way.

Having a great time
with that guy, so I don't think

you're hungover from
the whole explosion thing.

It was a lime and soda,
trust me.

Oh, I remember the speech
you gave yesterday about change.

- Yeah.
- [chuckles] So fun.

If you don't want to greet,
go seat first class.

- Fine.
- Bye. Oh, thank you.

I mean, I was in my hotel room
when it happened, but,

I heard it was a gas main.

But, I know I'm gonna
sound crazy, but,

I'm starting to think maybe
it was like a--hey.

[mouths words]

I don't know, like,
in a briefcase or something?

"In a briefcase"?
That's so specific.

I know, well,
I watch a lot of Dateline.

Okay, so, I used to date
this couple--

Well, I used to fuck
this couple,

and they were really into
those true crime docuseries,

and we watched one
that was about bombs,

and the media attention
that they get.

And I'm seriously not
an expert, but,

[distant, echoing]
I think if it was that,

then we would've heard
about it already, right?

We didn't go
to any biergartens.

How fun are biergartens?

What would happen if, like,
I didn't engage with you?

Uh, you'd keep staring holes

into the cocktails
Grace is making?

- I wasn't doing that.
- Well, your nerves are frayed,

and you're having bouts
of tinnitus.

- Bouts of what?
- That ringing in your ears?

Tinnitus.

Also this drink will
really take the edge off.

Okay, well,
I can't have a drink,

'cause if I have one drink
then I just want

all the fucking drinks.
You should know that.

Oh, I think we both know that.

By the way, your new friend
Grace seems cool.

Kinda like how you used
to be cool?

And that little, like,
scarf on her neck.

Like, "Who am I?
I'm so effortless."

Fun new party friend.

Yeah, well, I'm more the
designated driver these days.

Yeah, well, no one wants to hang
out with the designated driver.

You wanna know why?
'Cause it's boring.

By the way,
your hands are shaking.

Um, hey, your scarf is, like,
from two years ago.

- It looks really cute on you.
- Yeah.

I know it's kitsch, but I feel
like it keeps people guessing.

Um, give me your phone.

- I want to text myself.
- Oh, yeah.

And then I'll send you
my details,

and then
we can hang out in LA.

- Yeah.
- Uh, excuse me?

Is there another lavatory?

- It's right over there.
- It's over there.

[both chuckle]

Jinx. You owe me a drink.

- Oh, really?
- Yeah. And speaking of drinks,

- can you take that to 4A?
- Yeah.

[Cassie sighs]

Here you go, sir.
Can I get you anything else?

- Thanks a lot, I'm okay.
- Okay.

Is there something else?

No. Uh, just let us know
if you need something.

[whispers]
Jim Jones.

Oh, my God.
Hide the Kool-Aid.

- Okay, can I confess something?
- Yeah.

That guy's milky eye is really
creeping me out.

- I know.
- But I'm gonna own it.

- I'm owning it.
- Uh-huh.

Do you think
it affects his vision?

- Excuse me.
- Hmm?

Oh, I didn't mean
to startle you.

You just look,
uh, have we met before?

No, I'm sorry.
I'm in a rush. Sorry.

[mouths words]

[whispers]

Don't follow me.

♪

[panel beeps]

[sighs]

- You okay?
- Aah! Oh.

Sorry.
I didn't mean to scream.

Just gonna... I'm just gonna
stand right here, so...

Okay.

- Oh, hi!
- Hey!

Oh, my goodness,
you're in my house!

[overlapping greetings]

I want to know who waters
all of these plants

- that are alive.
- Shut up.

Because it's not you.
And you have throw pillows?

There are so many,
it's like someone lives here.

It's lovely. Hey, Cass,
how was the trip?

My trip was horrible.

I'm so glad you guys
are here.

We are too. Thank you so much
for having us.

- What?
- We could've stayed in a hotel.

- Or at my folks' place.
- Definitely not with his folks.

- That was not an option.
- Come here.

- I missed having you--
- Give me a big hug,

the hugs that you love
so much.

Oh, my God. You know,
it doesn't--it really--

I did miss you, though.
I miss your pretty blonde hair.

Get out of my house,
or tell me what is on your hand.

What is on your hand?!
Oh, my God!

Oh, my God, stop.
Okay, if you stop--

Stop screaming.
It is a ring that Max gave to me

that I wear because
it is beautiful and that is it.

- Fuck off, you're engaged!
- I am not!

You're engaged!
You're engaged!

- I'm gonna leave.
- No, no, no, no, no.

- Tell me more. Tell me more.
- Okay. Okay. Okay, look.

- Look, I wear it on this finger
- Okay.

...because it only fits
on that finger,

and Max and I are
in continuous discussions

about the future and what this
ring means in technical terms.

Yeah, see,
she gets into lawyer mode

and I immediately surrender.

You are such a lucky man.
Will you unzip me?

I gotta get out of this thing.
Max, you promised to call me

- when she said yes.
- She didn't say yes yet.

Go fuck yourself.
You knew about this?

Oh, my God, are you insane?
Of course I knew about this.

He called me
and we went over

the pros and cons
of marrying you

which, by the way,
there are a lot of cons.

He didn't even let me
see the ring.

Well, look, there is a ring.
She's actually wearing it.

Baby steps. Baby steps.

Just, enough with the ring,
okay?

I want to talk about Yamashiro.

I want to talk about
Santa Monica Pier and Malibu

but only to go to that
really chic Fred Segal place.

- Tourist.
- Where else should we go?

History of tacos--

Whoa, really?

Okay, keep going.
Where do you want to go?

Also, when do we get
to meet the

"very grounded and handsome"
photographer Marco?

Is that how I described him
to you?

- Yes.
- I don't recall that, but

you are gonna meet him.
We're gonna have dinner

tomorrow night, and please
don't scare him away.

Okay?
'Cause I really like him.

- I make no promises.
- [pounding on door]

Okay, whoever that is, they
cannot have the guest room,

because I claim squatter's
rights and I've been

volunteering at the
Brooklyn Legal Aid Society

for the past year, so
I'm well-versed in this shit.

- Cassie Bowden?
- Mm-hmm?

We need you to come down
to the field office with us.

Oh, sorry, right now?
My friends are here.

We were gonna go eat,
and this--right now?

This is not an optional invitation.

Okay.

We're gonna get taco stand?

I'm--I'm not trying a taco--

You think I'm gonna eat
street food?

- You're gonna like a taco.
- I'm not eating street food.

[clears throat]

Wow. Hi. Um,

I don't know what face
you're attempting to make,

but if it's a happy one,
you are not succeeding.

No, it is.
No, I'm so happy.

I'm so happy.
I'm also sad, though,

'cause I have to leave you
for just a hot second,

but it's, um, not a big deal.
I'm so sorry.

I have to help out a friend.
It's actually an AA thing,

so I can't--
I can't talk about it.

So listen,
you guys just chill,

and I will be back.
We'll have dinner.

It's gonna be great.
I'm so happy you're...

Just--I'm just so happy.
I'll be back, though, okay?

I'm gonna just--I'm gonna
let that one go.

♪

So it much be pretty important
for Benjamin to send you guys

to pick me up, huh?

CIA OFFICER:
Mr. Berry didn't send us.

Oh.

That makes me
even more nervous.

So who did send you?

Oh. Okay.

I still need to write up
my notes from Berlin.

- I'll get 'em to you soon.
- Great.

I was gonna do it
on the plane,

but it turns out
this kind of friend of mine

from New York
was our team leader

and she was watching me
like a hawk. It was so annoying.

You didn't tell me
you were on site

when the guy got blown up.

'Cause we know you were there.

You lied.

Cassie, you could've died.
Do you understand that?

I'm about to have
to explain you to my boss,

and Dot Karlson is someone
I try to

not have to explain things
to ever.

How scary can a woman be
named Dot?

This is probably gonna be
your last day as an asset.

What? Why?

Look, I know I messed up
a little bit.

Please, don't do--

Acts of service are a really
big deal in AA, okay?

Alcoholics Anonymous
is anonymous.

So stop talking about it.

Sorry, I just--listen,
this is my act of service,

helping the CIA.

It's the only exciting thing
I have in my life right now,

and I don't know why
I just said that to you.

I don't either.

Because it's not exciting
if you're dead.

- [phone intercom beeps]
- WOMAN: Yes?

Yes, they're here.
Yes, he is.

Ms. Karlson will see you now,
Mr. Berry.

Ms. Bowden, would you please
wait here?

Hi. Benjamin's kinda sexy,
huh?

Holy fuck.

You should eavesdrop.
100%.

Scoot over.
See if you can hear them.

He's hot,
but he might be in there

trying to steal the one
thrilling thing you have going.

Perfect. Super subtle.

BENJAMIN: She's a liability.

- What kind of person would--
- DOT: The kind of person

that wants to do this work.

How many people do you know
who could wake up

next to a dead body
in a foreign country

and get back to the US
without incident?

How many people do I know

that would even end up
in that situation at all?

[sighs]

First off, don't be nervous.

Very technically, you haven't
done anything wrong here.

Right, Mr. Berry?

Very technically.

Look, I have work I need
to get back to. Excuse me.

What passes for boldness
in men here

is often seen as reckless
in women.

It's happened to me more times
than I can count, Cassie.

Trust me.

[sighs]

Cassie, you probably
don't know this, but

Mr. Berry fought
to be your handler.

So we're just gonna give him
some time to cool off.

I definitely did not know
he fought to be my handler.

I didn't even think
he liked me.

Cassie,
how are you holding up?

After your assignment
in Germany, I mean.

Oh, I'm fi--actually, I--
I do want to show you something.

- Okay.
- Um, so,

there was this woman
in Berlin--

Wait, um, how do you have
your phone?

They're supposed to take
visitors' phones

- when they enter the office.
- I don't know. Sorry.

[stammers]
Anyway, there was a woman

that looked exactly like me
in Berlin, and um--

So she gave the mark--Will,
the guy that died--a briefcase,

and I just didn't
want you to think

I wasn't, like,
on top of it.

What exactly
am I looking at here?

So, I took pictures from
the hotel across the street,

but there was
also a group of men

that was in the room above them,

and I swear they were listening.

All right.
The man you were observing

was an informant
for the CIA.

But a faulty gas main

is responsible
for the explosion, so,

bad luck for him.

Next time, please surrender
your phone when you come in.

Sorry, uh, but, um...
what about the woman?

I mean, she literally looked
exactly like me.

She had the same tattoo on her
back that I have.

We can refer you
to a trauma specialist

if you're feeling in any way overwhelmed.

- No, I'm--
- Because, between us,

I really couldn't
make out much there.

Your adrenaline was really going
and that can affect

the way you see things

or remember things.

And while I'm sure
your tattoo is lovely,

a lot of other women made

similar interesting choices
in their 20s.

Uh, thank you, but I'm--

I really feel fine and
I know exactly what I saw.

Cassie,
I need you to be thoughtful

about how you talk about this,

because if people think
you're involved in any way,

it would be bad.

So why don't you send me
the photos of what you saw,

and if I see anything
actionable, I'll look into it.

Okay?

Uh, um...all right.

Oh, and do me a favor.

We're gonna have Imperial
Atlantic temporarily ground you.

Take a few days and rest up.

Wait, wait,
I'm not gonna be flying?

Don't think of it like that.

We'll be in touch soon.

- Uh, thanks so much.
- Okay.

Wow, no more flights
for you, huh?

Fuck off.

Not you. You seem great.

[elevator dings]

♪

You only have to
push it once.

- [still pushing button]
- Oh, is that how it works?

[continues pushing button]

- Hi. Guys, sorry.
- Hi.

- Hey.
- Hey.

How's everything
with your friend?

Oh, it was fine. Just had to
help her move something.

Cool.
In, uh, leopard-print boots?

Uh, I'm sorry. I didn't know
there was official footwear

for helping someone move
a ginormous lamp.

Hey, what's with
this weird letter?

It's plastered
in European postage,

but it's addressed to you
and from you.

Uh, I was testing out
the postal system.

Yeah, I saw this crazy special
on Dateline,

- and I had to try it.
- Cool.

- We're still watching Dateline.
- Oh, yeah.

- Live by it. Every night.
- Great. Cool.

Only been here a couple hours
and already all these mysteries.

Babe, the postal service has
been in slow decline for years.

If people want to test
its efficacy,

- Oh, no.
- then they should test

- its efficacy.
- Nope.

What do you want for dinner?

And don't say
In-N-Out Burger,

but also please say
In-N-Out Burger.

Uh, yes, I gotta go make
a quick call, one second,

but obviously In-N-Out Burger.

Okay, good,
'cause I'm really hungry!

"Oh, hi, Megan.

"So last time you called me

"I was involved
in a huge explosion,

"and I fell over,
can't remember,

"and my ears are, um,
fucking ringing

and it's the biggest fucking
nightmare of my life,"

but no, I'm not gonna...

Not gonna tell you that part, so...okay.

- [sighs heavily]
- [phone buzzing]

♪ Say that you love me ♪

♪ Fool me fool me ♪

- ♪ Go on and fool me ♪
- [line beeps]

Megan? Hi.

Hey, it's me.
Um, are you okay?

Seriously, I'm so sorry.
Last time you called

there was a lot
of shit going on.

Um, but I--I--I
got a--the key.

The key. Is there anything
more I should know?

This is very vague
and very creepy,

and I'm very worried
about you.

So please call me.
Call me!

Seriously, call me.
Okay, bye.

- I'm slaying those.
- Okay.

- Crushing it.
- Who's ready for some amazing

drive-thru food,
animal style?

- Hm. Yeah.
- Yeah.

[phone dings]

Uh, hold on.

Cassie?

No, food, right now,

or Max loses a limb.
I'm not kidding.

It's nothing. It's just
an automated text from Imperial.

They said they found
my luggage...at LAX.

It'll be delivered here
within an hour.

Wow, that is so weird.

Okay, but that's good news,
right?

- Yeah.
- It's not

registering as good news.
Okay, you--

you've been making excuses
all day and I'm over it.

You need to talk to us.
Max, agree with me.

Fully agree.
What's going on, Cass?

Um...[sighs]

Okay.

Don't freak out.

There was a huge explosion
in Berlin in the street

and I was, like, right there.

I'm fine. I'm fine.

But it--it shook me up,

and then when I went back
to my room my luggage was gone.

That's fun, and my ears
are ringing,

um, and, uh, yeah.

So it's been crazy and creepy,

and I did not want to start
your trip off on a weird note.

Can we just leave it at that
for now?

I'm--I'm--
I'm taking care of it.

Okay.
I'd be upset, too.

It sounds like a lot.

Yeah, it--
it was not a little, so.

Look, babe, uh, we're just happy
that you're okay

and that you weren't hurt.

- Yes.
- And look, we'll wait with you

- until you get your luggage.
- No, no, no.

- You're starving. No, let's--
- No, look, it's fine.

I'll just eat
one of Max's arms.

He has two!
He has two arms.

- So you can snack, too.
- Yeah.

That's definitely my bag.

Sign here.

Uh, thanks for driving it
out here.

I'm sure traffic was horrible
as usual. Hey, quick question:

Do you know what flight
this came off?

I just deliver the bags.
[chuckles]

- I did my part, you know?
- Oh.

You don't know
where your bag was?

No, I do.

No, actually, not--I don't.

I--I did, but
I'm a little not sure.

Yeah, I'mma let you
figure it out.

Have a nice day.

[clears throat, chuckles]

Wow. He was fun.

Who says customer service
is dead, right?

- Yeah, well...
- [bag thumps]

- I'm not a customer.
- Oh, so... [clears throat]

Hey, you okay?

Okay, so, um...
[clears throat]

that is my blue ribbon
that I always have

but it's always on
that zipper. So, um...

Okay, you're acting like
a weirdo.

You probably
just fucking moved it.

I didn't move it.

Okay, why don't you just
open it up

and see if everything's inside,

- and we can go get some food.
- Yes, please.

Okay, ew, that's not mine.

What--what do you mean,
that's not yours?

- That's not mine.
- Oh, okay.

Well, it looks like
your uniform.

Trust me, the one I was wearing,
you unzipped it,

and that was--that one is--
that's not mine.

Hey, you got a View-Master.
They're awesome.

I don't know what that is.

That is--
I didn't put that in this--

this is obviously not my--I--

Okay, okay, the View-Master
is not yours. Okay.

Oh, my God, what is that?
Someone tell me what that is.

- What is that?
- That--that--uh, fuck.

That is, uh, I believe
that is a wig with blood on it.

Why is there a wig with blood
on it in your suitcase?

Holy shit, I touched it.
I touched all the things!

- I touched it!
- Uh, yes, you did touch

all the things.

Um, okay, here's the thing--
[clears throat]

There are a lot of weird things
going on around me,

more than you know, and, um,
I'm starting to think

that maybe someone
is pretending to be me.

♪

- Hello?!
- [both talking at once]

- No, it's bad. Very bad.
- Shut the fuck up, Max!

- Okay, sorry.
- That is actually very bad

and, uh, kind of terrifying,
but yeah--

♪