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Previously on Tell Me a Story:

The police are useless.

- I found him.
- Who?

I followed him to
his trailer in Queens.

I found his pig mask.

I confirmed his alibi
with his girlfriend.

He's lying, and so is she.

Give me the name

of the guy who killed my fiancée.

I found this. $2 million.

Where's the money?

We need to hit the road.

Gabe, Hannah.

Hi, Mom.

- Time to go.
- Oh, at the very least, I deserve

a friendly kiss good night.

Get off her!

Please!

Wonder what happens to a teacher

who sleeps with their students.

Such a flagrant abuse of power.

Jordan?

Time to get up.

Jordan?

Beth?

No.

Mm. Beth?

Here.

Let me.

Hey.

But... how?

Kayla?

Kayla?

Come on, Kayla.

Uh, just a minute.

Hey, Kayla.

- Privacy, please.
- I knocked.

I answered.

- How long you been up?
- A while.

What have you been doing in there?

Are you painting?

Yeah, don't worry about it.

I'm not here to fight you.

I just wanted you to know
I'm making breakfast.

Cool.

I'll be down in a few.

Fuck!

Been a crazy week at the shop.

Yeah?

How's Kayla been doing?

Uh, fine.

Hey, I made breakfast.

I'm late.

No, you have time. It's already made.

Come, sit.

I made omelets.

Something going on I don't know about?

Kayla?

Ask her.

I'm good.

Okay, then.

Don't forget, dinner tonight,

at the restaurant, 8:00.

Oh, right.

- I can't make it.
- No, that's not gonna work for me.

What is going on here?

We can go another night.

Why is that?

Because two nights ago, I
snuck out of the house

and didn't come home until morning.

And then, last night, we got
into a big fight because

some aggro asshole came over,

and now she's mad at me because
she lied to you about all of it.

Does that about sum it up?

Pretty much.

Asshole? As in a guy?

Why didn't you tell me?

That's a really good question that has

a really bad answer.

You're grounded indefinitely.

Yeah, well, you know, guess
I can't make dinner.

No, no, you're coming tonight.

Consider it punishment.

- Whatever. I'm out of here.
- Hey, Kayla.

We moved here for a new start.

For you. Why are you
blowing it like this?

Stop saying that we moved here for me.

This is about you. It's
always been about you.

You don't give a shit about me.

D-Don't go. Come on, Kayla.

Kayla, come back.

Kayla.

Thank you.

Please.

- Help yourself.
- Thank you.

You're both so grown.

It happens.

I'm sorry, I'm at such a loss, I...

I'm not quite sure what to say to you.

Hannah, what happened to your face?

- What the fuck do you care?
- Hannah.

I'll get it.

It's the caterers.

- What should I tell them?
- Give me a minute.

Okay.

- Did we come at a bad time?
- Not...

Not at all.

You have to understand, this
is a-a lot for your mother.

She needs time to process.

- We all do.
- So, uh,

I take it you're in
some kind of trouble.

Yeah.

Yeah, we are.

What can I do to help?

...the inspector general
for being too slow

in his investigation...

and also the fact that
the inspector general

doesn't actually have
prosecutorial power...

This place looks like shit.

One of the reasons I fell for you

was your ability to clean in the cracks.

What happened? This place
looks like a pigsty.

You're not really here.

No, I'm not, but...

you know that.

I'm losing my mind.

...ramp up their attack on
the Russian investigation...

You need to stop watching this shit.

It's part of the problem. You know?

What are you doing?

Buying a gun online.

You're not getting a gun, Jordan.

You can buy anything you
want on the Internet.

Do you remember that time
that we went to go visit

my Uncle Lyle in Texas and he
talked you into shooting a gun?

- No.
- Yes, you do.

He put a target on a
tree in the backyard,

you got all serious, and you aimed

your gun at it for ten minutes
before you pulled the trigger.

- And then...
- I did not.

...the gun kicked back in
your face, and it left a lump

that lasted a month on your forehead.

I remember a different
version of that story.

It's a bad idea, Jordan.

No gun.

I can't let them get away with it.

You got beaten to a pulp last night.

You can't do this.

You're not the vigilante type.

You're too... gentle and kind.

You'll get yourself killed.

Hey.

Hey.

That's why I need a gun.

Revenge isn't the way to remember me

or to honor what we had.

Stop this now. You
have a choice, Jordan.

You have a choice.

No.

My choice was taken from me.

Hey, I got your text.

Hey. Hey, we only have a-a few minutes.

- What's... what's wrong?
- Just...

You haven't heard from Ethan?

- No.
- He hasn't contacted you at all?

- Since last night?
- Nothing. Why?

Nah, I...

I just... I just wanted to
make sure you were okay.

That guy has me worried.

Well, thank you for your concern.

Um, thank-thank you for
your help, Mr. Sullivan.

Sure. Sure thing.

He tried to get to Carla?

He tried to get her to snitch.

What happened?

I kicked his ass. I roughed
him up a little bit.

- You did what?
- Look, I was just

trying to scare him, get
him to leave us alone.

- Did it work?
- I don't fucking know.

I think he has my mask, Mitch.

What?

The pig mask, the one
you told me to burn.

I was gonna, but I couldn't find it.

Listen to me.

I think he broke in and stole it.

Are you... are you sure
you didn't get high

and forget where you put it?

It's gone.

Goddamn it!

Look, maybe Sam could do something.

Sam?

Sam will kill him, and
then he'll kill us.

I don't want anyone else to die.

No one was supposed to die.

I can't fucking take this
shit anymore, Mitch.

We're gonna be fine.

You both take after your father.

Oh, we're not white,

if that's what you mean.

Your father was a beautiful man.

So you left him.

Not because of who he was. I
left because of who I was.

What's all the setup for?

Oh, it's just a cocktail party

for some of Richard's clients.
It was too late to cancel.

We'll leave.

Oh, Hannah.

I will never forgive myself for
what I did to you and Gabe,

so I don't expect you to, but...

I am your mother,

and if that could ever mean
anything to you again...

I've gone my whole life without
a mother. I don't need one now.

Okay.

I've arranged for my company plane

to take you to Puerto Rico.

They have a house there.

It's a little worse for
wear from the hurricane,

but, uh, it's livable.

You can stay there as long as you like.

Come on, Hannah, you got
to be happy about this.

- This is good news.
- It's great.

Thank you.

Hon, maybe, uh, Gabe and Hannah

- would like to clean up?
- Sure.

Oh, um, let me show you the guest room.

No.

Damn it.

Piece of shit.

Hello?

Laney?

Looking for this?

What the hell are you doing in my hou...

Hey, babe.

Hey.

Okay.

Egg shell white, cottage white?

Bedroom trim.

Mm...

No.

I'll be right back.

Where are you going?

Watch it, asshole!

Jesus, Shell!

- What's going on?
- Nothing.

You're acting weird.

I'm fine. Come on, let's go inside.

If your arm still bothers you,

- you should go to the doctor.
- I'm good.

Thanks.

Wakey, wakey.

What the fuck, Sullivan?

I'm gonna ruin you for this.

You're so done.

You left me no choice.

I texted you.

I called you. You...

didn't answer.

Bad phone etiquette, Ethan.

So you break into my fucking
house and attack me?

I mean, you started this.

What's the password to your phone?

Go fuck yourself.

That's funny, they only

let me put in numbers here.

As a teacher, I've learned that there's

several ways to deal with students.

Some with love.

Some with patience.

Some with pressure.

Jesus, what do you want?

I want to know who else

you sent that photo of me and Kayla to.

Nobody. Check.

You'll see. I didn't send it to anyone.

Okay, now it's time to check
your laptop and cloud.

Look, I sent it to you.

That's it. Come on, man,
this is fucking crazy.

Password to your computer?

And you'll untie me?

I'll untie you, and I'll
never bother you again.

"Finger my hole."

All one word.

All caps.

Look who just got interesting.

Hannah, can I come in?

Yeah.

Oh, look at you.

- Nice.
- Beats tea time with the witch.

She's not a witch.

Yeah... I don't get it.

How can you just forgive her?

Who said I forgive her?

I'm trying to understand her.

What's to understand?
She left her husband

and children, and ran
off with another man.

Who is now helping us.

Tomorrow morning, we're gonna
be on a plane to Puerto Rico.

- That's something.
- It doesn't forgive what she did.

You watched Dad eaten alive with cancer,

and she didn't show up once.

How many times did you come?

I was fighting for this country.

I was fighting for you and me.

I told Mom that we'd stay
up here during the party.

Yeah?

- Hide us away upstairs?
- It's not like that.

I just don't want to
spend our one night here

explaining to strangers who we are.

I don't get you.

You know, at-at some point,
you're gonna have to let go

of all this anger you're holding onto.

It's eating you alive.

- Thanks.
- Hmm.

What do they serve in this dump?

I can guess.

I know all of his greatest hits.

There will be duck confit,

rack of lamb and some weird fish
that you've never heard of.

- Well, it all sounds yummy to me.
- Yeah.

Cooking's the only thing
your son's good at.

I-I know things are bumpy right now,

but your dad, he...

he cares for you very much.

Yeah, you have no idea what
he was like back in Oakland.

He was never around to be a father.

That was my fault.

He learned how to be an
absent parent from me.

I was never around for him
when he was growing up.

I put my career first.
I was always working,

traveling, touring.

I was happier doing
something I was good at

than being a stay-at-home mom.

- Don't try to excuse him.
- No, I'm not.

Just like to think that
people can change.

I'm sorry... I disappointed you.

I know.

I told you.

And you told the truth.

I'm impressed.

C-Can you cut this tape off of me?

It fucking hurts.

I'd like to. I just...

How do I know I can trust you?

Trust is...

really hard for me, Ethan.

Particularly when I have to trust

some rich, white, fucked-up poster child

for everything that's
wrong with America.

Honestly, it's not like
anyone's gonna miss you.

Okay. Look, I'm an asshole,

- but I-I'm not a... I'm not a snitch.
- Mm-mm.

Just... just cut me loose.

I won't say anything.

You don't have to worry about me.

Pretend this never happened.

You don't have to do this.

But I'm all worked up.

Just want to see it through.

Help! Fucking help!

Help me!

How's your fish?

Tastes like fish.

Your Yelp review needs
a few more adjectives.

- So, why aren't you dating anyone?
- Hey.

- I told you already.
- I know you did.

I'm just not buying it.

I have my reasons.

That guy you kicked out
the other night...

his name's Ethan.

He's nobody.

But he's not the guy I was with

the night I didn't come home.

So there is someone else?

Yeah. But he's nothing like Ethan.

He's so different.

He's nice.

Someone from school?

Yeah.

Yeah, we-we go to the same school.

I haven't liked anyone

in a long time, and...

I really like him.

Then I'd like to meet him one day.

Hey, guys. How's everything so far?

Absolutely delicious.

Ah, it's about to get even better.

Mmm.

It's your favorite, chocolate soufflé.

Great.

Oh, Mom, Kayla, I want you to meet, uh,

the hotel's general
manager, Katrina Thorn.

Nice to meet you both.
Enjoying your dinner?

Very much.

Well, Tim is a star around here.

Overnight, he turned everything around.

- We love him.
- Thank you.

Yeah, he's a great guy, isn't he?

Do you want any of
this soufflé, Katrina?

- 'Cause I'm full.
- Kayla.

No, I'm good.

It was a pleasure meeting you both.

- Have a lovely evening.
- Thank you.

Really, Kayla?

You just can't help yourself, can you?

What does that mean?

It means I'm over it.

- You're so fucking clueless.
- Let's just get the check.

It's all right. I'll just...

Wh-What am I clueless about, Kayla?

It's late, and it's a school night.

I second that.

What am I clueless about?

It's not the place, Tim.

I'll see you at home.

I'm gonna go sneak another beer.
Do you want anything?

Stay up here.

I'm going to the kitchen.

Be right back.

Thank you.

We haven't met. I'm Patrick.
This is my wife, Leah.

How do you know Madeline and Richard?

It's actually a sad story.

- Really?
- It's a party, Hannah.

Nobody wants to hear a sad story.

When I was 11 and my brother was six,

our mother walked out on us.

Oh, no. How could a mother
just abandon her own children?

For years, I wonder the same thing.

Who raised you?

Luckily, we had an amazing dad
who did everything for us.

But he couldn't send us to college,

because he couldn't work.

He got sick,

so I joined the Army to pay
for his medical bills.

His illness dragged on for a while.

And then one day, my
brother calls me and says,

- "Dad died."
- Oh.

I am so sorry.

Thank you.

I took a leave and went to the funeral,

turned back around

and went right back
overseas for my next tour,

just in time for my unit

to get blown up by an IED.

Lucky me.

My back caught on fire,

and sometimes I can still
smell my skin burning.

And it causes me trauma all over again,

so my-my therapist taught me

replacement therapy.

Whenever I start to smell it again,

I just replace it with a
smell of a happy memory:

the smell of my mother's hair.

Despite her walking out on us,

that is still my happiest memory of her.

Anyway, long story cut short,

the gracious Madeline

was kind enough to show
me some hospitality.

It was really lovely meeting you.

- Oh.
- Yes.

Thank you for your service.

My God.

Hannah, I had no idea. I am so sorry.

No, it's too fucking
late for an apology.

I know it's important that you hate me,

but someday you're gonna
have to forgive me.

I forgive you for leaving.

But I can't forgive you
for not coming back.

Well, that was interesting.

Sorry about my daughter.

We're having trouble connecting.

Can't seem to get through to her
no matter what I say or do.

Anyway, she thinks we're a... thing.

Mm, not yet.

You haven't asked me out.

- Would you like to...
- Before you do,

I just have to say one thing.

Which is?

You seem like a great guy, and
it's probably not my place,

but try harder.

- What do you mean?
- You're the father.

Try harder.

I'm getting hit from
every side tonight, huh?

- Sorry.
- No.

I'm-I'm just with your
daughter on this one.

It's your job.

Duly noted.

You can ask me out now.

If you still want to.

You know I know the door code, asshole.

Ethan!

I can hear the music. I
know you're in here.

Okay, fuck you. I'm leaving.

Where you been?

Oh, I went for a walk...

after I crashed the party.

Oh, God.

What happened?

We shouldn't have come here.

We'll be gone in the morning.

I can't stay here.

- I got to go.
- Stop running.

I'm not running.

I'm starting over.

Hannah, you're always judging Mom

for leaving, but whenever
there's a problem,

your instinct is to do the same thing.

Don't you dare compare me to her.

Stay here.

I can't stay here with her.

No, not here.

Stay with me.

Come on.

Do you remember when we were kids

we had to share the same bed?

I remember.

Everything's gonna be okay.

Kayla,

- we need to talk.
- Not tonight.

- I'm too tired.
- No, no.

Hey, look, whatever it
is you think I've done,

whatever is wrong between us,
let's just deal with it.

No, I'm not doing this with you.

We have to stop

running from our problems.

Kayla, just stop, please.

Wait, wait.

- Get out!
- Stop!

You can't just barge in here like this!
Go away!

Oh, my God.

It's beautiful.

You're so talented.

You're just like her.

I had no idea. I had no idea.

How could I not know?

Just stop. Just get out.

Just tell me what to
do, and I will do it.

I just want to change us.

Just stop.

What am I'm stopping? Stop what?

Stop acting like you don't
know what I'm talking about.

- I know.
- What do you think you know?

You were cheating on Mom.

That's why you guys were fighting.

Kayla, you don't understand the
first thing about what happened.

I heard her! She was upset.

That's why she got in
the car that night.

That's why she's dead!

- You're why she's gone.
- Listen to me.

- No.
- Listen to me.

There is nothing to say,
because there are no words

- for what you did.
- Kayla, you don't understand.

Kayla, please just listen to me.

She's dead!

- Please just let me explain!
- No, no.

- Get your hands off of me.
- Kayla?

I-I didn't know about that.

- You have to believe me.
- No, please.

No, no, no.

Please just let me go, please.

No. I've got you.

No, don't. Don't!

Do not love me.

You'll just end up dead,

because that's what happens
to people who love me.

Eddie, open up. It's me.

What the fuck?

Fuck!

You were right about that guy.

I saw him outside my
fucking house today!

- I told you!
- Listen to me.

He had to have followed
me from this place.

You got to get the
fuck out of here, man!

What is that?

It's him.

He's on the fucking roof.

What the fuck?

My gun... it's gone. It was right here.

He fucking took it!

Motherfucker!

No, no, no, no, no.

- Wait. He has my gun - Are you sure?

Are you sure you didn't
put it someplace else?

No. He took it! He fucking took it!

It was right here.

What is that?

Get it off me!

Fuck.

What is that?

- Is that a phone?
- Where is it?

I think it's inside.

Who is this?

Once upon a time,
there were three little pigs:

Eddie, Mitch and the third pig.

What's he saying? What does he want?

Tell me who the third pig
is, and this all goes away.

Fuck you, motherfucker.

What's his name, Mitch?

No, no, no, no, don't go out there!

Show yourself.

Tell me who pulled the trigger.

You tell me who pulled the trigger,

and this stops.

Fuck you! Show yourself!

Yeah.

That's what I thought, chickenshit.

Now, you listen to me.

You're out of your depth here.

You have no idea who
you're fucking with!

So you better stop your shit right now

unless you want to end up like
your woman, you understand me?

No, you listen to me.

I will never go away.

I will hunt you down.

I will torture you

for the rest of your life.

Do you...

understand me?

- Eddie?
- We did this.

- Huh?
- We did this shit.

We did this.

- Eddie.
- Fuck!

- Hey, hey, hey.
- We killed her.

Listen, you can't fall apart on me.

- No, we didn't kill anybody.
- We killed her, Mitch.

- We did. People died, because of us.
- We didn't kill anybody.

- Shh. It's okay.
- I can't take this shit anymore.

Okay, look at me. Look at me.

Do not fall apart on me now.

- Do not fall apart. Look at me.
- We killed her.

Hey, we didn't kill anyone.

- I can't.
- We did not kill anyone.

You didn't kill anyone!

Nice huffing and puffing.

Just how far are you going to take

- this Three Little Pigs metaphor?
- As far as I have to.

You're no wolf, Jordan.
This is not a fairy tale.

Yeah. Yeah, you got that right.

You can stop...

right now.

And do what?

Forgive.

I want to.

I do.

Oh, God, I'm... I'm
losing my fucking mind.

Then do it.

Forgive them right here, right now.

Don't be this person.

I don't want to be, okay?

Nobody wants to be, but you were right.

The world we know is gone.

It slipped away right in front of us.

I mean, I should have listened to you.

I should have listened to you.

There's no good left
in this world anymore.

There's only anger against anger,

and rage against rage!

That's all that's left.

- No, Jordan.
- No, the seed is sewn,

it's infected me,

- and I can't stop it.
- Yes, you can!

You can.

I love you.

I... I miss you so much.

Please...

Please be the man I fell in love with.

That man is gone.

He died with you.

Now...

all that's left

is a man with a gun.

Jordan, no.

Hey.

- Is it okay that I'm here?
- Yeah, come on in.

I got in a fight with my dad, and...

I'm so sorry. You want to talk about it?

- Is it...? Oh.
- Not really.

Let me... let me take a shower, okay?

- No, I don't...
- Well, I'm stinky.

- Your feet are all muddy.
- Yeah, I was,

uh, walking in the park. I...

slipped in some mud, fell down.
It was a stupid move.

. I'm dirty. Let me...
let me take a shower.

- It's okay.
- Yeah, I'll be really quick.

Get yourself a drink.

You okay?

Oh, yeah. I'm great.

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