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Previously on Fatal Attraction...

People are talking. You've been seen.

Stella Chapman.

When's the last time you talked to her?

I mean, she hasn't showed up to work study since Tuesday,

and she's not answering her texts.

I-I wish I could help.

Is this a picture of the woman

- who took you to the park? - That's her.

She took my fucking kid.

She kidnapped her right off the bus.

Alexandra Forrest, she's saying that you showed up

- at her place and you assaulted her. - She's lying.

But she's dead. I'm gonna find her body,

then I'm gonna put you under the prison.

We're gonna do it. Pay for it.

The lawyer, the retainer.

I've been so worried that you aren't gonna know

how much I loved you.

It's my paperwork for a new trial.

Why I deserve one. Alternative suspects.

I read your application. You lied

to the investigating detective.

You lied under oath at your trial,

you lied at your parole hearing.

I'm denying your motion for a new trial.

I don't need another trial to tell me

what I already know.

Thank you for coming.

Why wouldn't I?

How else was I going to find out what you want?

I don't know where to start.

It doesn't matter. Just start anywhere. Dive in.

You asked what I want.

I want to give you the benefit of the doubt,

as far as what you might have known and when.

What Dan told you,

said to you. Let you believe.

Whatever it was, by now you gotta know

that none of it was real.

I'm sorry about this.

Thank you.

I really, really am, about all of it.

I just can't imagine what you must be feeling right now.

You've been put in such a terrible position.

Or that's how it must seem.

Until you make yourself realize that it's how you look at it.

What do you mean?

Well, if there's only one way for something to end,

there's only one decision to make...

how are you gonna get to that ending?

Are you gonna fight,

even though fighting is pointless?

You'll just exhaust yourself and everybody around you

until they can't even feel bad for you anymore,

if they ever did.

Just make it as hard and ugly

as possible till you lose,

which you were always going to do, or...

not?

Were you...

Did you do something to my mother?

I'm pregnant.

Yeah, no.

I don't believe you.

But there is something wrong with you, I can see that.

I don't know what you're trying to do here,

but you're delusional.

You need help.

Did you tell Dan that you called me?

Does he know that you're doing this?

Oh.

Oh, you don't even know what you don't know.

Which is what?

Don't act like you have some secret here.

You don't have anything.

Just stay the fuck away from my family.

I just want to give you the benefit of the doubt

about what Dan's been telling you,

about what he's been letting you believe.

About what's real.

I just need you to remember who they are!

- It's very important. - You're right in her face.

- We need to do this right now. - Give her a minute, Dan.

Ellen, Daddy is not mad at you.

Did they tell you where they took you?

- Did they... - That's enough!

Ellen, did she tell you who she was?

- Come here. - Did she tell you her name?!

What happened?

Nothing.

So, Ellen, this is important.

Nothing bad.

We walked around.

What?

We had cotton candy.

That's fine. I don't care about that.

I only care that you're okay.

She knew you.

- Both of you. - How? Knew us how?

She knew things about you.

Knew your name, knew where you worked.

She said Dad sent her.

He didn't. And we don't know her.

What else did she say?

I have to go to the bathroom. Is that okay?

Of course it's okay, silly.

- Are you hungry? - Grilled cheese?

I think I did this. I made it happen.

Made what happen?

By talking to her, making her angry.

You made her burn a house down?

She fucking tried to kill me.

She didn't care if I died or if anyone died.

You-you were there.

Yeah, I was.

I can't think.

But why, why would she take Ellen,

but then bring her back?

To prove she can. To send a message.

It's not a message if you don't know what it means.

She knows.

She knows, she knows what she's thinking.

She knows what she's gonna do next.

All I can do is just wait

and react after it happens.

Well, where's Dan? I mean, what does he say?

He's off somewhere with Mike pretending that they can

figure out something to do,

- pretending that they can read her mind. - Beth...

But the truth is, is if he could stop her,

he would have done it before I ever knew she existed.

But he didn't...

because he can't.

Where were you?

With Mike.

We're going to the FBI.

When?

- What are you gonna tell them? - Tomorrow.

And we're gonna tell them everything.

- And then what happens? - We can talk about this

some more if you like, but...

I really need to lay down.

What the fuck? This is crazy.

You deserve that fucking trial.

I mean, obviously, I saw you were getting Judge Webb

when I read it, and I knew she was up for reappointment.

But for real, what the fuck?

Webb must really be scared of the D.A. or something?

No idea why that would be,

considering how far back they go, but...

I'm sorry.

- It's okay. - No, it's a bunch of bullshit.

Mikey, how could you let this happen?

What?

I'm smart, but I can't see around corners.

Breakfast buffet still not set up?

Eh, they're doing it now. I didn't want to hover.

You're gonna appeal it, right?

What were you thinking you would do while you do that?

Well, I was hoping that I could come back here

and get the job that I used to have.

Yes, exactly. Great plan.

Also, before all this, I'd actually been thinking about

a more supervisory role for you.

Managerial. Paralegal program director-type thing.

More, but not astronomically more money

for a way more annoying gig.

It's great, right? You're welcome.

Stop trying to snatch defeat from the jaws of victory.

Yeah.

Separate, but not unrelated,

I have the authority to offer you

a legal investigator gig.

Oh, dear. And I have the authority to accept.

I know none of this makes the other things better,

but at least I'm getting what I want.

I take the first two entrees on the menu, and I compare them.

And then, whatever one that wins,

then I take the third one, and I compare it to that.

And then so on. And then, whatever the winner is

of all of the entrees, and I compare to the specials,

if there are any, and that's how I decide

- what I'm going to order. - Mm.

Is the restaurant still open at this point?

Maybe you like paying money to feel vaguely dissatisfied

after you eat, but I, however, do not.

That reminds me of something your mother use to say.

Which I can't actually remember right now,

but I promise you it was perfect.

Did your mother talk to you about

what she and I were discussing?

I'm not gonna be getting a new trial.

The judge denied me.

Can you go to another judge?

I can appeal, yeah.

Are you going to?

I have 30 days to file notice.

But then, after that, there would probably be

another year or so of process.

And even at the end of all that,

the likelihood of a new judge overturning

the old judge's decision is...

unlikely.

So...

I have to think about it.

Here you go.

Thank you.

There used to be this dive bar on Pico.

Mike loved this place.

And when you ordered one of these,

the swizzle stick, instead of being this,

was a slab of thick-cut bacon.

That slaps.

- Sounds awesome. - Mm-hmm.

Yeah.

It really was.

Is that place still there?

I'm gonna assume no.

To freedom.

Hey, you're Dan Gallagher.

I am. What can I do for you?

Steve Scirocco. I do criminal defense.

I know. I watch the news.

You consulting with one of the partners here?

No, I am one of the partners here,

as of, uh, day before yesterday.

Merged my practice with these guys.

Let them pay my overhead, right?

Let me focus on the razzle-dazzle.

Congratulations.

They must be very excited.

- Or they should be. - Is right.

But, also, they are.

Speaking of excited, I'm excited you're here.

Not sure why, but thank you.

Well, imagine you're me.

Imagine you find out that Dan Gallagher,

former head of Major Crimes Bureau

before going to prison for murder

is now a paralegal at the firm you just joined.

The spit take I did ruined my favorite shirt.

Unless you lost your memory or something.

- You haven't, have you? - No.

There you go.

Couldn't be more useful to me

if I'd baked you myself.

In fact, I got a case on deck

I've already told everyone I'm pulling all your free hours

to help me out on.

You watch the news. It's been getting a lot of play.

Rebecca Richter?

Yes, the... the Murder Mistress.

Pretty lazy headlining, I agree.

Especially when "Home Richter's" right there for the taking.

That case seems pretty light, unless...

No, no. What you saw is all they got.

They offered to plea to manslaughter,

which tells me they're scared, so,

I want to go all-in.

According to Rebecca, the husband had a temper.

She thinks the wife found out about them,

confronted him, and then he figured out a way

to pin the killing on Rebecca... Who's loaded, by the way.

Her father made a shit-ton developing

in the Central Valley.

- So what's your strategy? - My strategy's to get you the case file.

Then you tell me what my strategy is.

How's that?

That sounds great. I'll take a look.

Great. Hyped to be working with the man, the myth.

And, um...

I'm looking forward to hearing the story.

- What story? - What you did.

And how. The real one.

I mean, they took their pound of flesh.

You paid the piper.

You don't have to go wide, or even public,

but you don't have to pretend anymore.

At least not with me.

I'm not pretending. I didn't kill that woman.

Of course. Of course you didn't.

Because we don't know each other well enough yet.

But we will.

So eventually you'll tell me. You won't be able to help it.

I can't wait.

He said, "You know, well,

obviously she fell off the roof."

I say, "She fell off the roof. What if she was thrown

off the roof?" He goes,

"Well, I got nothing to indicate that."

Shit. Fuck.

You know, I used to hate...

You get a report from a guy like that,

and it's all, you know, "the undersigned conversed

with the oversigned about the fuckin' aforementioned."

- What the fuck are we doing? - Exactly.

- Here you go, sir. - Oh, hey. Thank you.

That's you.

- Thank you. - Yeah.

Yeah, write... write the shit

so that when you read it in front of a jury,

they can understand the shit.

Thank you. And so after you get transferred,

the guy who picks up your fucking case

and has to work it, he can understand the shit.

- Yeah. - You know?

"The premises in question were presently unoccupied."

- So... Just say nobody was home. - "He wasn't home."

Thought you told me 1:30.

- I did. - He did,

but when I'm hungry, I eat.

So how's it going?

I can tell by your face

you already know the answer to that question.

Sorry.

Why? If you're so sure I'm the guy?

Yeah, but you don't think you're the guy,

so it must have been a gut punch, considering.

- You gonna appeal? - I told you he isn't.

Yeah, I-I know you did, but it just seems like

something a guy who says he's not the guy would do.

The guy who's not really the guy is fucking tired, okay?

Mm-hmm. It's tiring, isn't it?

Thinking about people killing other people and why.

Next question. So, out of all the alternates

that you guys have found, who you think it is?

Drug dealer doctor makes the most sense to me.

You know, somebody he's working with or working for.

Told 'em what she said.

They told him she's gotta go. Bibbity-boppity-boo.

How did you read my application?

Well, you filed it with the court, cool guy.

The records room pulled it for me.

What, you're surprised that I'm motivated

- by my own fucking case? - No.

I'm just confused,

- since you're so sure I did it. - Which he didn't.

- Except he's so sure that you didn't do it. - Yeah.

- And if he's right... - Which I am.

Which he isn't, I want to be there

to see it for myself.

So what happens now? You guys drive around

in a van solving mysteries?

No, not mysteries.

A mystery.

Who killed Alex Forrest?

You did.

But yeah.

He said he hadn't decided.

Uh, yeah, but he was just talking about how long

that process would be, you know, like... like a year.

And how at the end of it he was

pretty much already sure that the answer would be no.

So why bother?

Yeah, that's what it seemed like.

- What? - Nothing.

It's just, whatever you're up to over there,

it feels a little bit to me

like the difference between

tactics and strategy, that's all.

Oh, that's all, is it?

Mm-hmm.

So he's done, then?

He's just gonna...

let it all go?

Guess so.

But, I mean, isn't that what you thought

that he should do to begin with?

Yeah.

I just never thought he would.

Strategy is your broad-spectrum goal.

Tactics are your short-term steps you take to achieve

your strategic goal.

Meh, meh-meh meh-meh-meh, meh meh meh.

How does he cook in Mike's mom's garage?

Or is it just takeout?

Uh, there's a kitchenette.

But I think Mike cooks for both of them.

By which you mean he melts cheese

- on top of Tater Tots? - And the problem with that would be what?

So hang on.

Let me just understand this.

Me hanging onto the eight of clubs because

I knew that you were waiting for it was tactical,

not strategic?

Gin. Or was it maybe both?

What are you, like, some type of Bond villain?

- Mm-hmm. - Hmm?

Should we have him over

to eat or something?

Or would that be too weird?

We'll find out when we do it.

Perfect timing.

Thank you.

You all right?

Steve Scirocco came to see me.

Oh, shit, yeah, I was supposed to give you

a heads-up about that.

- He's a lot, huh? - Mm-hmm.

But he's also our managing partner's friend

since high school, so he's here till he doesn't want to be.

Pretty much the definition of "necessary evil."

- He wants you on that Murder Mistress. - Yeah.

Yeah, that's what he said.

Well, I-I won't let him monopolize you, okay?

I got something on deck right now.

I can fit in two, three pro bono

criminal cases a year.

Steve would just have to share you.

What?

He thinks that I killed her.

Wanted me to tell him everything.

He wants me to have done it.

What is that?

You know Sammy "The Bull" Gravano's got a podcast?

Or YouTube Channel, maybe.

Talking about killing his best friend,

his brother-in-law, 16, 17 other people.

Sitting in a big armchair next to a fucking fireplace.

That's what that is.

Murder is a brand now.

You want people to know you're not a killer,

but a lot of them would like you better if you were.

- Hey. Where have you been? - Really?

People have been asking questions about you.

Yeah? What'd you tell them?

I said I didn't know.

You are unbelievable.

What are we talking about now?

Someone called Admissions,

said that I lied on my application

about the probation, the conviction.

They kicked me out of school.

Without my aid package, I can't even stay in L.A.

I'm gonna have to go back home.

Who?

Who called them?

- You, Ellen. - They told you that?

No one here knew but you.

People always assume no one knows things.

It was a juvenile record. It was sealed.

Are you sure?

- Are you fucking kidding? - No, really. Are you sure?

Did you do everything that it takes

to make sure that a juvenile record is sealed?

Because you know that it doesn't actually

just happen automatically, even though

they would like to make you think that it does.

Ellen, you did this.

Why?

I don't know.

Why would I do it?

I can't even...

You're a fucking liar.

Well, you would know.

Marked patrol car, me and my partner.

Midnight to 8:00 a.m. in the springtime, lovely time.

We stop in and get a coffee. I come out,

and this couple's running toward me.

"Help, police! Help!"

What's going on? They go,

"We were at a house party over on Magnolia."

And they're looking out over the, uh,

you know, one of those glassed-in

kind of backyard greenhouse type of things.

But it's got furniture in it, too, a table

and there are some chairs, and they got this

slice of tree trunk coffee table in there.

How do you remember what the coffee table looked like?

Wasn't this the '90s?

And anyway, they look down,

and there's a guy in there, and he's walking around,

- and he's talking to himself. - Yes, please.

They go, "Oh, look at this. He's probably just an actor

rehearsing his lines or something."

But then he stops and he bends down,

and he picks up a circular saw that he'd plugged in already,

- and he flops his arm down on the tree trunk... - No.

Coffee table, and crank!

- Oh! - Ah! Ugh.

- He saws it off. - Will you get out of here?

- No, he did. He really did. - No, no, get out of here

with your limb-sawing gross story

at my brunch table.

Hey, don't get all sensitive on me.

We all saw what you did to those eggs.

- You scrambled the shit out of 'em. - Egg after egg

after egg; you were out of control.

- All I could do was watch helplessly. - Well, anyway,

there was a big green planter in the corner of the courtyard.

Nice emerald deep green, and well done.

Anyway, that's where I found it.

- The arm? - The arm. - What!?

- It was planted in there? - No, no.

He just laid it in there.

He didn't plant it.

Sylvie Rubidoh.

Her kids report her missing.

Husband said that he was at work,

but we know he's lying, 'cause he gamed the log-in system

and snuck out.

Can you arrest someone

for murder without a body?

We can, but we usually don't.

All right.

They're just gonna keep calling if you do that?

- That's your favorite, right? - Yeah, until they give up

and pass it off to Frank, who still needs to redeem himself

after that whole county jail thing

that he foisted off on me. Am I right?

When you're right, you're right.

- Let me help. - Want to do the honors?

Please.

- All right. - Mm-hmm.

Mm, bigger.

Really?

All right.

Well, how's this?

That'll do, pig.

So, wait, you were saying you don't usually arrest

a suspect if you don't have the body; why not?

It's hard enough to win a murder case

when you do have a fuckin' body.

And at the end of the day, we want to win.

Or at least not know that we've already lost.

Honestly, I think it's better

if we keep it like we had it last time.

Or if we're gonna change the schedule

from last time, I think we should put Saturday

at the end of the week, not in the middle.

Okay, so that... Yeah, that's fine.

- So we'll do Friday chemo... - Mm.

Saturday I'm full of steroids,

and I can run errands and whatever.

Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, ooh. Uh,

But then I'm okay, usually, by Wednesday.

- Right? - Yeah. That works.

You have to tell them that we want to change, though.

I'm scared of Eileen.

She doesn't have to think you're funny to like you.

I know.

But why doesn't she like me?

- I'm the best. - Well, true.

I mean, but give the woman a break.

I mean, her job is oncology scheduling.

- You know who doesn't like you, though, is Rosie. - Ugh!

I wouldn't, either, if I were her.

My veins are the worst.

They're so deep,

so hard to get to, so collapse-y.

Not like your veins, just out there, springy.

Your veins laugh at my veins.

Yep, that's what they do.

- How's it feel now? - Good.

Yeah?

But now the other foot is numb and tingly all over again.

- Really? - No.

I would've did it.

Go hear live music.

- We used to do that all the time. - Mm.

Snowmobile the Continental Divide again.

Yeah, I liked that.

That tree, the redwood that you can drive through.

- Mm. - The Chandelier Tree.

Some of these are gonna take some logistics.

I know.

Plus, Dr. Anastasia has to

- clear me for travel. - Yes.

- Watch Singin' in the Rain with Ellen. - Mm.

Meet Cindy's baby.

See the sun set

- over the ocean from a boat. - Mm-hmm.

Read the final book of the Morrigan quadrology.

I thought you told me no one knows when that's coming out.

They don't.

I asked the guy at Barnes & Noble,

and apparently she hasn't even started writing it yet.

- Where does she live, Maine? - Mm.

I'll go talk to her.

"Ms. George, you don't know me,

but my wife is your biggest fan."

"So I'm gonna need you to put 19, 20-hour days in

"on this thing until it's done,

"'cause I'm not leaving without it.

Show me to the guest room."

- How great would that be? - Mm.

I... I'm almost... I'm almost sorry

I read the first three books.

I mean, not really, but...

I can't believe I'm not gonna find out how it ends.

Remember, I was gonna take the boat out every weekend

after the divorce.

You did say that a lot, Bruce.

It just never happened.

And now there's Joanna, who hates the ocean.

Oh, uh, keys.

Lockbox codes.

Uh, the marina has 24-hour access.

Guard fees are paid up. Go nuts.

- I appreciate it. - Yeah.

Consider her your boat, okay?

I'll just, I'll kick selling it down the road

until...

until you don't need her anymore.

Yeah. Thank you. Yeah.

Okay?

- Thanks a lot. - Yeah.

Yeah.

- Baby, we're here. - Hmm?

Oh. Oh.

Right now?

Well, it could be now.

Or it could be another day.

Maybe that's the move if you're not feeling up to it.

Um...

No, because I'm not up to it

is why it has to be now. Okay?

- All right, let's do it. - All right.

It's gonna be beautiful, come on.

- You're gonna love this. - Ooh.

I'll get it.

Okay.

My God, I'm so sorry.

He said it was only a few times, that it's over,

that it ended badly.

Well, do you believe him?

I... He thinks that...

she came to break in, steal things.

She didn't think anyone was home,

and that my mom surprised her.

W-W-Wait a second.

Wh-what are you, what are you saying?

Is there any evidence?

He's a fucking prosecutor.

Would-would he believe him?

Look, I'm sorry, this isn't helping.

So what-what can I do?

Don't tell anyone, especially her.

What can I do, huh?

What can I actually do, though?

Nothing.

What could you do? Make it so it didn't happen?

You can't do anything.

Oh, hey, I rang the bell for the super, no answer.

A guy coming out let me in. I'm here for the walk-through.

I'm the super. What walk-through?

Oh, come on, nobody gave you a heads-up?

Baratta Properties send you? Ugh.

I don't need any more oversight bullshit.

I take good care of this place.

I need somebody to look at the elevator.

That's who needs to walk through here,

a fucking actual elevator repairman.

Well, good, 'cause here I am.

I thought you said walk-through.

Well, 'cause how am I gonna know

whether it's the hydraulics,

or do I, do I need to get a part built?

- I mean, if I don't look at it... - Okay, shit.

Great. Finally. Sorry.

Uh, I gotta go buy a P-trap, some other shit.

- You good to do your own thing? - I'm good.

All right, you need to come in and out,

just use the fire door, it's broken.

Great.

So, you, uh, you up for some mac and cheese?

Is it the frozen kind?

No. Beth made it, but it-it doesn't have to be that.

But it has to be something, because...

I know, I know.

- Uh, just don't heat it up. - Okay.

I need it to not smell like anything.

All right.

Oh, and a side of ibuprofen, please.

You got it.

Don't move, I'll be right back.

It's ready. Come on.

Let me help you.

Sorry it took me a minute.

All right.

She knows. She knows what she's thinking.

She knows what she's gonna do next.

All I can do is just wait

- and react after it happens. - Where's Dan?

He's off somewhere with Mike pretending that they can

figure out something to do, pretending that

they can read her mind.

But the truth is, is if he could stop her,

he would have done it before

I ever knew she existed.

But he didn't because he can't.

- Mm... - Baby.

I need...

Beth needs help.

- I'm gonna go help her. - Mm.

Help her. Mm-hmm.

He said that I knew that he was married.

That I knew, and that I did it anyway.

And so that I only have myself to blame.

Wait, what did you do?

He said he's gonna have me arrested!

He said that he could just make up a bunch of charges,

and that everybody's gonna go along with it

because he'd just do that.

When? When is that gonna happen?

I don't know. He said it when he was leaving.

I don't know, I don't know.

Well, they can't arrest you if they can't find you.

Come here. Grab your stuff, get in the car.

You leave right now, you'll be here by tomorrow night.

- We'll figure this all out together. - Okay, okay, okay.

- Go now. - Let me call you from the road.

They're both set in Victorian England,

but you want the Inspector Pitts ones; I'm in love with him.

I know he's not real.

Have you ever read Louise Penny?

- Mm. - First two books in a series

set in this cozy little town in Quebec.

Everyone leaves their doors unlocked.

Hot chocolate, tobogganing, murder.

In.

What's tobogganing? Sledding?

All the way in.

You need the coffee and the sleep, Artie, honey,

not the coffee instead of the sleep.

And by you, I mean we.

Oh, I know.

Skinny caramel latte, extra shot, right?

Yes. Are you kidding? The best.

Absolute best.

He really is, isn't he?

All right, I'm-a get going.

I'll be back Tuesday unless there's something

you need before then. Just call me.

So, but that's a real thing, right?

I mean, I pay the consult fee, so now you...

I'm ethically bound, yeah. Is that what you mean?

Yeah, uh, whatever you talk about,

I, uh, I will never,

I can't ever disclose.

Good?

- Okay. - So,

what are we talking about?

I have a friend that's in prison

for a murder that he didn't commit.

Okay. How do you know he didn't do it?

Well, I know it because, um...

- because I did it. - Okay.

What are you looking for from me?

I want to come forward, confess.

Get him out, get him back with his family.

I know I should have come forward

and done this before, but, look, my wife, she has cancer.

And I don't...

Look, I don't know, I just thought...

I'm sorry, is this something that you can help me do?

Do you have evidence for this, what you're saying?

I mean, what can you show to prove that it was you?

Well, I can talk about how and why.

I mean, the details of what I did.

- So just your word? - I mean, unless the police have something

that they didn't know or use that was important.

That didn't fit on focusing on Dan being their guy.

On Dan? Dan who?

Dan Gallagher.

Wh...

- Your friend is Dan Gallagher? - You know him?

Well, I mean, I know of him.

Of course.

I never thought he'd get arrested.

Then I couldn't believe that he couldn't figure his way out

of something that he didn't do.

- I mean, of all people, if he couldn't, who could? - No one.

He never had a chance.

I mean, even in a world where prosecutors admit

that they're wrong, he was a whale.

One of the biggest gets the D.A.'s office ever put down.

- He's innocent. - Not to them.

To them, he's a resounding victory that they won

from a judge and a jury with shock and awe.

And now you just want to show up

- and-and tell them it was really you? - Yeah.

They'll keep Gallagher exactly where he is,

and they'll lock you up for perjury.

What-what kind of cancer are we talking about, your wife?

Ovarian.

Hmm. Well, is she hanging in there?

Look, you paid for my counsel,

so here's my counsel.

Go home and take care of her,

and be grateful you got away with it.

If you even did it.

I'm not even sure I believe you.

Hey, pal.

Hey, Beth said it'd be okay if I...

Yeah. Sure. Thanks for coming.

What, are you kidding? Of course, of course, yeah.

I mean, it's a hard thing here.

I mean, I know it was a hard thing,

and now it's different.

Which is also hard.

Yeah.

It's better to have loved and lost than to never have...

loved... I don't know.

Yeah, no, I know. I mean, I don't feel it,

- but I know it. - Yeah.

Oh. Hey.

- Hey, could I ask you something? - Sure.

Why do you think he cut them off, Beth and Ellen?

I mean, what was he thinking?

To do that just seems...

- Crazy? - No.

It seems impossible to me.

Not to me.

It's painful, devastating.

Not impossible.

Not to someone who knows what he's up against.

- What, the time, you mean? The years? - No, the system.

What he knows it is. I mean...

what he knows it can be.

How once you're inside, it's over.

Once that thing has you, you're fucking done.

And you worked for that thing all these years, right?

I mean, what you're describing is what you served

for all that time, no?

That's how I know what it is.

I mean, you go in pretty wide-eyed,

thinking institutions are people.

And then, one day, you realize..

No institutions,

no people.

It's just a fucking machine.

It chews.

It fucking spits.

It's not what you thought it was at all.

And in its service, neither are you.

You know, I...

Oh, shit. Yeah.

There I go.

That's my specialty, making shit about me.

- I'm sorry. Uh... - It's okay.

Julia was... Um, she is...

She's a beautiful soul, she is.

Yeah.

- Yeah, hey. - Thanks, Mike.

You tell anybody I cried, I'll kill you.

Okay, so a run is...

Um, at least three in a row,

all of the same suit, and aces are low.

Very good.

All right, so why don't we just do one, see how it goes.

We don't have to keep score until you get it.

We're gonna keep score.

Well, of course we are.

'Cause we've been talking about it

a whole two minutes,

and you already know as much as me.

All right, no mercy.

Hardly any mercy.

Maybe a little mercy.

- I don't know as much as you. - Oh, stop it.

It's actually weird how tiny your head is

with all the stuff you know.

- You know things, too. - I do.

I mean, I know somethings.

Like, for instance, I know you can't hum

while holding your nose.

No, don't even try it.

Just believe me.

Hi, Mom.

Hi.

No, no, just believe me.

So I run it under cold water,

and I pack it in ice in a towel,

and I run it over to the hospital,

but it didn't matter, they couldn't save it.

- The cut was too clean. - Circular saw.

Yeah, but don't worry, 'cause they gave him

a new plastic arm

with a little metal hook on the end of it.

- Aw. - Oh, that's nice.

Then, one cold winter night...

- He cut it off. - No, he did not.

We get a 911 call from a restaurant downtown

saying there was a naked guy standing outside their windows

holding his thinger-dinger in a hook

that he had for a hand.

- Hey! - Oh...

Okay!

- Coffee, anyone? - No, I'm okay, thanks.

- Not now. - You know what I would love?

Could I have one more little piece

of the red raspberry muffin cake thing?

Yes. It's good, isn't it?

- Yeah, it's great. - Arthur made that.

- Yeah. - Wouldn't expect any less.

- Cheers. - Salud!

- Taking off soon? - Yeah.

Yeah, me, too, but...

my ride doesn't look like he's in a hurry

to get anywhere, does he?

Do you want me to bounce him for you?

Broom him from the establishment?

- That's okay, thank you. Maybe in a little bit. - Okay.

It's nice out here. It's very peaceful.

I'm happy to hear that the thesis is going well.

Yeah, me, too.

It's... it is tricky, though.

Toni Wolff didn't do a lot of writing herself,

so most of what's out there is, like, through people

who knew her talking or writing about her.

Or not.

Like, for instance, supposedly Jung wrote

this entire chapter about her in his autobiography,

and then just deleted it.

Which, if you wanted people to be less interested in her...

Yeah, it's maybe not the move. Mm-hmm.

She did write this one,

like, really groundbreaking essay,

though, on the four feminine structural forms.

- Four, you say? - Mm-hmm.

Not three, not five. So there's the Mother.

- Makes sense. - Right? Amazon.

She's, like, the boss, fighter, multitasker.

- Um, Hetaira. - No, you lost me now.

Friend, lover, wife.

And then the Medial,

which is the psychic, intuitive healer.

Yeah, I guess that about covers it.

Plus, they have these shadow sides, too, right?

So it's like the "smother,"

or the "career-driven bitch,"

or the prostitute or mistress.

It's hard to describe exactly what

the Medial woman's shadow side is in a word,

but if she misinterprets

the messages she's getting,

she will destroy you.

- That all sounds fascinating. I can't wait to read it. - Yeah.

Me, either.

I just, um, I just want to say that...

I know that you think that you already know

what's gonna happen, but I think that you should appeal.

Just keep asking for a new trial.

Even if it takes a year, or however long,

I just feel like you have to try.

You have to always keep trying.

Jung said, "It's important to affirm one's own destiny.

"Because in this way, we forge an ego

"that endures the truth,

and is capable of coping with the world, and with fate.

"And then, to experience defeat

is to also experience victory."

Hmm.

See you.

The first stage was to confront

what he called the persona,

a structure made up of the societal masks we wear...

A child, parent, boss, fri-friend, lover...

To confront those masks and separate them from

true self.

The next stage of individuation

is confrontation with our shadow.

Our shadow self is the part of us that's been hurt.

And then we reject it,

trying to protect ourselves

from being hurt aga-again...

Acknowledging our shadow means

admitting our capacity for darkness-darkness-dark-dark...

Darkness.

I should really start doing that,

using the recorder.

I mean, it's right there.

There-there-there...

there. Also, it might be relevant, Toni Wolff

- was Jung's mistress. - Might be relevant?

Which his wife knew and was okay with.

Well, what was Jung's

source of information on that? Was it him?

Was it him?

Don't make me chase you... girlfriend.

Don't make me chase you.

All the birds and animals.

Like antelope and deer and stags.

Stags and deer are actually the same thing.

A stag's just a really big male deer with antlers.

I think you're right.

But they started to realize

that Majnun would never hurt them,

that he was like them.

- That he avoided people, too. - Yeah.

And they could've attacked him,

but they didn't. They helped him instead.

The foxes swept the floors clean with their tails,

and the vultures would block his eyes from the sun

so that he could see, and the predators

stopped killing, even for food.

The lions and tigers and bears.

And wolves and jackals and hyenas.

Majnun had this big, giant, peaceful family.

That sounds amazing.

I want that for you.

I do, too, but with dogs, too.

Tigers and foxes and dogs.

Oh, and hippos.

Yes, of course, hippos. Hippos are the most.

Are you okay?

Yeah, I just want to tell you something.

It's... it's something that I wish

somebody had told me,

so I didn't have to learn it myself.

I probably would not have liked hearing it,

but it would have been better just to know.

What is it?

It's who you can trust

and who you can't.

You probably think you already know how to tell,

but I promise you, you really don't.

I mean...

your parents, they're...

they're pretending that nothing's wrong,

and they're saying everything is okay, but it's really not.

They're lying to you.

Both of them, but especially your dad.

That doesn't mean that he doesn't love you.

I know that he does.

But someone can love you

and still lie to you.

Some people...

it's just what they do.

It's what the world is like.

But... you can handle it

if you know how.

How?

You let them think they're fooling you.

You act like you believe them,

but you never forget who they really are.

And you never let them stop you

from getting the life that you want.

And if they try...

you leave them.

They don't get to leave you.

Ah, it's such a beautiful day.

I really like being here with you.

Where's the book?

I want to know how it ends.

Ellen, I've been afraid

to be this direct with any... another person.

No matter what my colleagues

think or say, I-I-I need you.

Please be with me.

I didn't think it was possible

to even dream of a woman like you.

So completely generous...

...and loving.

I want you in my life for the next morning

and every one after.

We can be together forever.

If you abandon me now, there is only darkness.

What's going on?

Hello to you, too.

How did you get in here?

You have a hide-a-key rock.

I used to have one, too, when I was in middle school.

Ellen?

Why are you in my house?

I feel like you're mad at me.

Are you mad at me?

There's only one way for something to end.

There's only one decision to make.

How are you gonna get to that ending?

I have no idea how people are gonna react.

When you read it, it's kind of like this,

"Oh, sh...!"

If we're watching this and it's being told to us

like a mystery,

is it gonna feel satisfying if the actual killer

is the same killer from the movie?

I spend a lot of time thinking about

what the lives of people

who are taking care of other people in extremis

are like psychologically, the way that grinds you down.

When I was deciding to do the show

and on the fence about it,

I had a friend who had been suffering from cancer

for many years.

So, I said to her, "I've been asked to do this

but I don't think I'm gonna do it."

And she said, "Oh, I totally think you should do it."

And then shortly after that, she passed.

And so, I wanted to commemorate her

as a character in the show.

I have a friend that's in prison

for a murder that he didn't commit.

And then just sort of thinking about Arthur

as a person who knows how to get things done.

He's there with his sleeves rolled up

and he would approach his wife's illness the same way,

but he feels totally powerless.

It gets me emotional even now.

To know that Julia was dying of that

and there was nothing more I could do.

And at the same time, I'm watching somebody

who I love and care about, her life get destroyed.

And so, when Beth comes to him

when her life is in devastation,

part of his, you know, lizard brain starts to work on,

"I could fix this somehow."

Beth needs help.

I'm gonna go help her.

Help her. Mm-hmm.

Whoa, wow, whoa, wait a second.

Because that means he got in the car,

started it, hit stop signs, red lights,

and didn't change his mind.

He went there and did this.

So, of course, he's had to have snapped, right?

Who's Arthur to get to play judge and jury?

Who is he to decide?

Well, I know it because, um...

because I did it.

It kind of was a natural evolution

to start thinking about Arthur

and to not make him just a mustache-twirling villain,

to make him a person who is doing a terrible thing

for a good reason

and then having to live with it.

Yeah. I just wanna tell you something.

It's something that I wish somebody had told me

so I didn't have to learn it myself.

It's who you can trust and who you can't.

We just get these very quick glimpses

of Ellen in the feature film

and Alex really wanted to explore

what that trauma did to Ellen

and what happened in the years since.

I think the theme of it is very Greek tragedy

in the sense of your sin will find you out.

It felt important to show Dan the consequences.

It can be dealt with, but it can't be erased.

I think now is an ideal time

to re-examine this story, reopen it.

I would want to know more of her side of what's going on.

It can be a constant conversation.

You couldn't watch it without asking more questions

or finding sympathy for her.

Your parents, they're...

they're pretending that nothing's wrong.

They're lying to you.

She's going down the road

that Alex is going down.

She's just better at lying about it.

Making Ellen become Alex.

It's not punishment necessarily,

but it's something that he never did the math

of how the women in his life

were actually gonna be impacted by this.

To freedom.

I think it's like a incredibly complicated journey.

There's a lot of pain and a lot of misunderstanding

throughout the whole show.

If she misinterprets the messages

that she's getting,

she will destroy you.

Her overall goal has always been

that she wants to have this man in her life.

I think her allegiance has always been with him

but he's just done too much to her to live in that space.

She's very aware of everyone else's shadows,

but she's not aware of her own.

We all remember that scene where

Alex made a tape for Dan, from the original film,

and he's listening to it.

So, I think the audience is gonna be going,

"Wait a minute, what are these tapes?"

"And who is this?"

And then, the reveal that she herself is stalking

is going to, I think, blow everybody's mind.

Why are you in my house?

I feel like you're mad at me.

"Are you mad at me?"

really is just sort of a hallmark

of the emotional relationship insecurity

that someone with a personality disorder

in that realm would feel.

Even though Ellen and Alex are different in some ways,

in some ways they're very the same.

And so, to use that specific wording also felt important

to connect those two people.

Are you mad at me?